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senseichaos · 9 months ago

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Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

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campbenji · 29 days ago

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jwct s2 thoughts after first watch (spoilers under the cut!!!):

ok.... look, i'm just gonna say it: i put my expectations too high for this season and i ended up slightly disappointed. it's not a bad season or anything of the sort, but i guess i just didn't enjoy it as much as i did s1.

individual thoughts now, starting with the good:

-brooklynn. she's always been the camper i ignore most because i've never been able to connect with her but HOLY SHIT they really changed that this season. i desperately need to know what's going through her head, i'm so glad we got to see a good part of her pov from before and after the attack, and how she's adapting to losing her arm. i can't wait to see where she's going after that finale, the stakes went off the roof fr

-THE ANIMATION??? THE WET HAIR, THE RAIN, THE DINOSAURS LOOKED MAJESTIC, THE WAY YOU CAN ACTUALLY SEE THE CHARACTERS TREMBLING NOW IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL

-ben's arc. the amount of stress i felt for him he was going through it </3. the moment i realized he always wanted to tell them broke my heart, he knew it was a huge thing and tried to be careful with how he revealed it but never got the chance. i really wanted them to address other things about him but this will have to do

-episode 7 seems to be the best episode in every season now. yaz getting a solo adventure was something i didn't expect, and it was interesting to see how another one of their own going missing affected the group.

-kenji being reckless and putting himself in danger for other i dreamed and feared of times like these i shit you not. this was his entire arc in a jwcc s4 rewrite i made, i've been waiting for this for so long. it didn't go exactly like i wanted but i still found it interesting

-BEN AND KENJI SCENES BEN AND KENJI HEART TO HEART I'M QUITE LITERALLY SHAKING. that was the best part of the season actually (heavy /hj btw). them finally getting to open up to each other, the gyrosphere callback, them bickering around in the last few episodes, and the fight?? i really hope they're setting up a good continuation for that next season, i need more moments with them

-kenji taking care of speckles (bumpy's egg) so much throughout the season was lovely, he's such a proud father omg. the day that egg hatches is gonna be the happiest day of his life

-loved to see more of ronnie, it was kind of obvious that it was her who saved brooklynn and talked to her through dark jurassic but it was nice to have it confirmed

-it's still so weird to me to have a recurring cast who isn't just the villains, but i'm growing quite fond of them

-the blind baryonyx from episode 9 sent chills down my spine, my sister and i were fucking terrified. i would've loved to see more of it

-THAT FINALE HAS ME DEVASTATED. brooklynn giving them the egg, i hate that everyone was right about "i'm not the same brooklynn you knew", i have no idea if they're coming back from this one because what the fuck

now to the not so good stuff...

-darius felt, and oh my god i hate to say it, sidelined. again. so much of the season was centered around others that even crucial moments like him realizing brooklynn is alive were underwhelming. there was barely any followup to his issues from s1, it felt like he didn't even have an arc this season, he was just there.

-they dragged a lot of stuff in the middle of the season. i can't pinpoint it exactly but everything from the a plot in episodes 4 to 7 is a blur in my head.

-there was nothing about sammy either. it's still heavily implied that she's on bad terms with her family (her crying when aminata hugs her and her almost sibling-like bond with zayna), but she just doesn't get to talk?? about anything??? i'm so tired

-although i really liked her character, i feel like they could've done so much with zayna?? they had this girl joining them on the adventure who's around the same age as them when they got stranded, and did... nothing about it. sammy mentioned her age, but that was it. with how much they doubted her knowledge sometimes, it would've been interesting to see darius approaching her and making sure she's heard, with him being the youngest in jwcc and whatnot. the group making sure zayna didn't have as bad of an experience as they did could've been a great subplot.

-i DESPISED the dinostar flashback scene and everything they added to it. i needed to be convinced on dinostar, not completely drawn away from the ship! the implication that brooklynn was with darius ONE WEEK and darius was already head over heels when he wasn't before is insane; of course she wasn't ready for a relationship, SHE BROKE UP WITH KENJI LESS THAN A MONTH BEFORE WTF. anyways canon unrequited dinostar is out long live fanon qpr dinostar

-atp i hope they don't make dinostar canon or set brookenji back together, they should all be single for a while after everything that's gone down, although i can't help but be a little mad because then why make darius go through that, the grief was strong enough as purely platonic

-where was the handler. i'm not even obsessed with her and i missed her

-i think it was slightly obvious that soyona was going to be the broker so i'm a little confused as to why the promo made such a fuss about it, but anyway

-dr. sarr was wasted potential, those creations were insane and admitting to having fed the rest of the crew to the baryonyx felt straight out of a horror novel. that was some good horror stuff and then it got all thrown away in one episode.

-something i noticed a lot is that, even if there were barely no clips, they still revealed a lot about the season from just the trailer. half the trailer came from the last three episodes and there was a lot of spotlight to things that in the end didn't amount much to the plot (*cough* the DLN *cough*). i feel like that may be one of the reasons i didn't enjoy this season as much

that's pretty much it, sorry for being a hater about it but I had a lot of mixed feelings that i needed to get out. it's still not the worst season ever, it would take something truly awful to defeat s4 in my heart, but it's definitely in the lower middle.

#that got so long #i'm not sure if i'll rewatch #then again s1 was awesome so the bar was quite high for this season #c rambles about jwcc #jwct #jwct s2 #jwct s2 spoilers #chaos theory spoilers #chaos theory #jurassic world chaos theory

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cressthebest · 6 months ago

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Crimson Rivers thoughts part 37

chapter 56:

1. 😦 they.. they put a mask on sirius? they put him in azkaban?? my boy!! no!

2. 😭😭 sirius having already killed three guards tho. i love him

3. “Bastards they may be, stupid they are not.”

4. “At least he gets the sound of his own voice, though, which is a huge improvement in his opinion.”

he’s so funny i love him. he’s a murderer! he fell in love with a servant! he loves the sound of his own voice! he’s demisexual! he volunteered for regulus twice! he likes wood carving! he called the random guard “stuart”! he convinced the head gamemaker to change the rules so he can keep his brother and best freind! he continues to obnoxiously sing when face to face with riddle!

no one is doing it like him, i fear

5. “"Sounds like you've had a shitty week," is what Sirius says, finally, when he can bring himself to speak.”” 😭😭 he’s so bold. my dear, you are chained in front of the most dangerous man in the world and you tell HIM that his life fucking sucks. my dear. the ABSOLUTE GALL you have

6. “"I need not lie, Sirius."

"Yeah, that's what liars say."”

my DEAR

7. “”Kneel down on the floor before me like a dog and beg."”

i prefer this out of context. but in context, it’s riddle being an absolute bitch to sirius. like excuse you.

8. “Sirius Black is many, many things, but a peasant before a king is never and will never be one.” A-FUCKING-MEN

9. 😮 did sirius just BITE OFF A CHUNK OF RIDDLES ARM??? praise be

10. marylily?? marylily??? MARYLILY??? going feral at any and all hints towards them

11. “"I like your legs," Lily says stupidly, because her brain and mouth have disconnected briefly, apparently.”

bbg i’m in love with you 😭😭

12. aww any mentions of petunia from lily break my heart

13. lily being so desperately in love with mary is my new drug

14. REMUS AND LILY FALLING RIGHT BACK INTO ROUTINE WITH BEING OBNOXIOUS TO EACH OTHER >>>>>>>>

15. “Lily gave him his [cigarette] first in six years days ago, and he'd coughed through the whole thing, then smoked five more back-to-back.”

16. “A stranger is just someone you haven't met yet. What do you call someone you knew better than yourself that you no longer recognize? A ghost?”

wtf wtf wtf that’s insane to write. lily and remus did NOT deserve this

17. “Lily has never known a Remus afraid of freedom, and Remus has never known a Lily afraid of love.”

18. “because they're still two bodies and one heart after all this time, if nothing else.”

that is beautiful and i’m forever grateful of the way the marauders fandom puts emphasis on the importance of friendships. like, this isn’t about a romantic couple. that is said about FRIENDS. friends got that description of their love for each other.

19. the fact that their friendship is so close, remus can REACH INTO LILY’S bra (to grab a cig) and she’s just upset cause his hands are cold.

20. crying actually, cause of all things to break me this chapter, it’s the fact that sirius and effie smoke together

21. oof i have a bad feeling about how dorlene is gonna end up

22. 😦😦 marlene gives the ring back. wtfffff damn that hurtsss

23. “”I am telling you this explicitly, right now, if you shoot your shot and fuck up in any way, I will let her pick a part of your body to take as a trophy, then remove it and give it to her. Still interested?"

"Even more so," Rodolphus says, wiggling his eyebrows. "She's got crazy friends, too. That's hot."”

me fr 😌 give me insane bitches (oh wait. maybe IM the crazy person)

24. 😳 practically fifteen seconds of flirting and he and barty decided to go fuck. that’s fucking insane. IS THIS HOW ALLOS ARE??? LIKE THEY CAN DO THAT??? (not all allos obviously, but some can do that??)

25. the way servants (slaves) are treated in the hallow make me angry beyond belief. like, seething white hot anger

26. FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY!!! THEY FIXED JAMES’ EYESIGHT AND IM SO FUCKING PISSED

27. riddle tortured sirius and lemme jsut say, if someone told that to remus and regulus, the war would be over in a day flat

28. “The odds are not in Riddle's favor. If you ask James, he'll bet on his people every fucking time. It's not a game of chance, or luck, but a game of faith—and James has that in spades.” james’ loyalty is probably my favorite character trait of his

29. honorary authors note mention: “also lmaooo sirius literally in prison and still killing people 😭 he really said: you put me in prison, im gonna commit crimes, duh 🙄 he's everything to me”

30. honorary authors note mention pt 2: “rodolphus "i will hit every step on the crazy ladder if it kills me" lestrange living his truth and getting with the most insane, available people he meets every chance he gets””

#marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #crimson rivers #zeppazariel #bizzarestars #sirius orion black #lily evans #lily and remus

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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Mira.... Why are your fics so good, why are you so good at writing, where do your ideas poof from, my mind is struggling to js brain

please don't die 🙏

Your fics are so good, they deserve so much more attention, they're life changing, scrumptious delumptious, I got way too invested in that 2 part karasu fic and I felt like Karasu was actually growing up right next to me and left for high school and shi

What do you sprinkle in your fics, a pinch of salt or a sprinkle or sugar or what, why are they all so good from Rin to Sae to Kaiser to Isagi to Otoya to Karasu and especially Karasu nobody can do it like you can your fics are so good

Mira you life saver you saved me from dying, I was dying from the lack of good fics and you came to the rescue, tho I think I might have to thank @i-am-so-strange for that

Anyways, js here to let you know that your fics are scrumptious and I'll eat them up every single time 🙏

HIII OMG THANK YOU SM?? stop this is so sweet i’m crying 🥹💖 HAHA i will do my best to stay alive and active for as long as possible but atm i have no plans of disappearing so do not fear…the world cannot rip my phone and chronically online habits from me too easily trust 🤞🏻

KARASU MY BELOVED…i love him sm omg i’m so glad you liked best friend’s brother and that the intended effect came off!! HAHAH honestly at this point i feel like i’ll write for any character even if i don’t like them (no joke i’d even write for like. igaguri. if someone requested it anyways) but i’m always worried abt making them ooc especially when they’re not one of my favs so it’s so nice to hear that you don’t get that sense 🤩 but LMAOO i do think my preference for karasu comes through at times (although actually nagi is my fav but surprisingly i don’t get very many reqs for him!! so i haven’t written him much compared to tabito)

YOU ARE TOO SWEET FR 🫶🏻 the bllk fandom is def still small because there for sure are not that many fics for it yet (i’m coming from aot and jjk which both have HUGE fandoms so it was def an adjustment) but i’m hoping it grows more and more as the next season comes out 😩 until then i am happy to do my part in contributing to the fandom heheh everyone is so nice here i’ve really been enjoying it!! and omgggg jeirin to the rescue my queen fr ‼️ so glad you managed to find me through her acct and so happy to have you here 🥳

ALSO I SAW YOUR REQ FOR PT. 2 OF THE INSTRUMENT i will get to it as soon as i’ve cleared out some of the things that have been sitting in my inbox since like…june…gulp 😰

#answered asks

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golbrocklovely · 1 year ago

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it's been a minute since i posted one of these so..

here’s some of colby’s tweets from 2021.

i don’t have proof that these are his tweets, but believe me, they are his.

if it’s bold and italicized, it’s someone’s tweet to him.

if it’s in (), that’s just me commenting lol

added bonus: if they have a * next to them, that means it’s been deleted

~~~~~~~~~~

Jan. 2 - thank you all so much i love you don’t forget

Jan. 6 - just got yelled at on my walk by a 93 year old grandma it was dope how’s your day goin

on another note , so sad to see what’s been happening today at the capitol .. this is ridiculous. i’m worried.

(the issue with this time period is that colby was getting a lot of heat for shit he shouldn't have been. so… some of these tweets are gonna trigger me, and this is one of them lmao)

Jan. 8 - seems like the older i get the more independent i become

*@/mikes_dead: seems like the older u get the more u forget to call me back headass sorry bb 🖤

don’t crave that personal life human affection like i used to i’m cool with being by myself

always feel like i’m living in a dreamy reality until i get caffeine. blurry vision blurry mind

Jan. 9 - learned how to drive manual for the first then drifted that car today i’m surprised i didn’t kill anyone

you in January

Jan. 12 - fan: hi i love yOu…@/ColbyBrock

hiii i love you

fan: It’s my 2,000 day supporting Sam and colby. That’s fucking insnae man. Mental. I love you 2. Always and forever thank you for being such huge parts in my life @/SamGolbach @/ColbyBrock @/SamandColby

thank you for being a part of our life journey 🙏🏼🖤

Jan. 14 - time to conquer my anxiety

Jan. 16 - tonight , two years ago i was sleeping in a little jail cell wondering how long i’d be in there without Sam. life is fuckin crazy hahah, freedom is a gift

fan: i cant believe that most of the fandom slept on the floor when @/SamandColby 2 years when they got arrested #FreeSamAndColby

the best fans in the world

Jan. 18 - oh how time can heal and change everything

fan: no fr he’s been working so hard and you can really tell. proud of you @/ColbyBrock

thank you darlin

Jan. 19 - my fear won’t be something that i let control the way i live

Jan. 20 - fan: colby ur tweets r always so deep

twitters my personal little mind dump

(wish this was still the case… but i get why he is barely on there)

Jan. 22 - it’s underwater shipwreck dive today

feels good to feel proud of myself

Jan. 24 - fan: @/ColbyBrock can you teach me your ways of being okay with being single bc i’m tired of asshole guys fucking around with my feelings

one day you’ll learn that the only happiness you need comes from within, once you’ve learned to really enjoy youre own company you don’t need anyone else! practice makes perfect 🖤

Jan. 25 - why do i push away everyone who tries to get me to open up?

(what a juxtaposition lol)

Jan. 28 - crows are honestly just death metal chickens

Jan. 30 - don’t wanna jinx this like last time but XPLR gods have definitely been on our side recently again … Alaska has been an adventure of a lifetime

Feb. 1 - don’t let anyone tell you who YOU are and how to think

fan: Currently listening to We Love Our Friends @/SamGolbach @/ColbyBrock @/SamandColby

a bop

Feb. 2 - fan: Thinking about @/ColbyBrock hours

💭🖤

*fan: @/ColbyBrock u should get a tongue piercingggg

*ouchh

fan: As part of 25x25 @/ColbyBrock needs to come out with music

🤫😏

(he needs to come out with more music asap)

*fan: @/ColbyBrock u said no to the tongue piercing what about u getting a nipple piercing??

ouchhh

(what's with fans wanting him to get random parts of his body pierced lmao)

wake me up after valentine’s day

Feb. 4 - what’s one thing you wanna do before you die ?

Feb. 7 - my dream is to show you the beauty in life .. no matter how hard it can get

really opened up on my ongoing experience with anxiety in today’s video , i hope it resonates with some of you. we’re not alone

Feb. 8 - fan: bro @/ColbyBrock do you always get your tats in the early hours of the morning??

yes hahah

just gettin started on this sleeve. lots of work to do

Feb. 10 - fan: @/ColbyBrock I need some advice for anxiety lately my anxiety is playing up and I keeps having anxiety/panics attacks and idk how to calm my self the best thing I can do so far is watch ur vids but still sometimes I just can’t hold it in do u have any advice

box method breathing really helps.. soft music.. meditation. anything that can relax the mind. usually it stems from overthinking so if you can somehow distract yourself with an activity of some sort that could help too 🖤

i’m so emotional sometimes and for what

Feb. 13 - so who’s down to hangout tomorrow

fan: i could really use a hug from @/ColbyBrock rn /: sigh i miss him sm

🖤 sending virtual hugs

fan: Hey Colby … just checking in…. are you okay? Taking care of yourself? @/ColbyBrock

thank you for being so sweet i love you. yes i’m okay i have my good and bad days

Feb. 17 - sang for the first time on camera yesterday

Feb. 20 - this pill that i don’t wanna taste

fan: Are you okay??? Or one of your song lyrics

song lyrics .. probably should have explained that a lil more. it’s not a literal thing i promise hahah

Feb. 22 - damn i miss the big trap house parties we use to throw at our old place. 500 people plus in our living room.. David dobrik always comin in randomly with flame throwers hahah legendary times

Feb. 24 - i was so happy in my dream last night .. felt so real.

simply a wonderful sight to see

Feb. 28 - Dear @/ColbyBrock I would REALLY REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU DYED YOUR HAIR BACK TO BROWN I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT

my purple is pretty much out ! so it’ll be all the way brown soon

fan: Apparently the guys are in Las Vegas and Las Vegas is probably like oh no not these guys again. @/ColbyBrock don't go for a midnight stroll and almost get mugged or kick a cactus this time

palm springs was when the mugging and cactus assault happened hahah but we will do our best to stay outta trouble .. maybe

March 2 - i feel like i don’t fit in with that many people in LA

@/jccaylen: let’s move to Texas.

looking for houses now

March 6 - take a chance with me

head down, headphones in

March 8 - happy #InternationalWomensDay , women are fuckin powerful, thank you for all that you do

(another triggering tweet sksks)

March 10 - maybe i just knew i had to wait for you

March 15 - fan: I just know deep in my soul @ColbyBrock had an angsty sad boi tumblr back in the day and I just wanna scroll thru it. Sir pls hand me the link thx :)

i wish i had tumblr. but wasn’t in to social media until i was like 18. only had a facebook until 2014

(….interesting lol)

fan: @/ColbyBrock do u have any advice on keeping productive on something even though it isn’t ur favourite thing to do but u need to get it done

set goals and make sure you do things in little pieces. if you don’t like something you’re doing just make sure you’re getting it done in the way YOU want to. take it day by day instead of procrastinating and doing it last minute

fan: y r u awake @/colbybrock

same reason you are

March 16 - things change, people change. but in the end i’ll always wish the best for my friends

March 17 - i can’t help but feel this way

March 18 - fan: How can you get through a break up

time. i know that’s a cliche answer. but seriously. distract your mind for a while and you’ll get over it i promise

fan: @/ColbyBrock how often do you not sleep at night because your mind is too loud?

i sleep terribly most nights. i have this weird insomnia that forces me to be up at 3am daily

are any of you hard on yourself for no reason? cause holy shit that’s me daily

fan: Better at picking others up than picking myself up

feel this so hard

fan: please call me sweetheart its my dream deadass

sweeeeeetheart 🖤

fan: @/ColbyBrock what’s your best advice to give to a teen who’s gonna turn 17 next week ? like any tips or tricks you wanna hand down bc i need help

so assuming you’re in highschool, just know that you might think your social circle means the world to you right now .. but everything can change (if you let it) after you graduate. life changes so much after graduation! focus on making good relationships and having fun :)

fan: @/ColbyBrock what’s the first thing you’ll do after all this covid stuff is over?

throw a real trap house party

March 25 - i am becoming a hummingbird father.

@/amberscholl: idk why but this is a VERY hot tweet

can’t wait to show you what i’ve been doing 😈

March 27 - just don’t have the time anymore

March 29 - friday by rebecca black is my anthem

March 30 - should i curl my hair for a youtube video

#colby brock #personal #cb tweets #text

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coleyo · 2 years ago

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HERE'S CHAPTWR ONE OF BITTW! I don't even know how to manage fr,, enjoy!

SUMMARY:

2012 Mikey gets into an accident, one that changes his life for the worst.. or better. Who knows?

2 0 1 2

1) There he was. Michealangelo, being his usual kooky and aloof self, without a care in the world. He'd listen to various genres of music as he'd skate around the lair, despite being told Not to many, (Maybe one too many) Times by master splinter. They could've hurt themselves, or worse, one of his siblings.. That's what splinter would always say.

2) Everytime he said that, it gave Mikey an ick.

3) 'Or worse'? ...What's that supposed to mean.. huh. It's probably nothing, Mikey would atleast convince himself. Whatever. Michealangelo had noticed that The door to Donatello's lab was wide open. What's the harm in taking a little peak?

DONATELLO'S POV

4) 'Finally..' I'd exclaim aloud. A smile formed as I brought an antidote up to view. This... This was the one thing that could Get us to dimension X with little to no risk. All I had to do was keep it safe and we would be good-- no, Great to go! I began to stroll over to A safe compartment where I'd usually keep all toxic chemicals And those alike. Suddenly, I Then heard aloud voice.

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5) "-DEE'!" Michealangelo came speeding into the lab, with his arms out. The speed was increasing due to the steepness of the surface. "-Mikey..MIKEY, NO!" Donnie mimicked their actions and held his arms out. Them, a collision would then be made. Mikey and Donnie collided into one another, causing the eldest one of the two to drop the antidote. As soon as it hit the floor, a portal was made.. a red one.

6) Boy, that wasn't right.. Donnie winced in pain, as for Mikey, he was very dizzy. The headache was unbearable.. he'd slide against the slippery surface, straight to the portal. Donnies eyes became fixated on Mikey, causing him to scream his brothers name. Unfortunately, it was too late, Mikey fell through, not before attempting to claw at the floor to grab ahold of something, anything..

7) Just as they went through, Donnie froze, bursting into quite the panic.. what should he do..?

NEW-YORK-CITY

2041

(Rise universe)

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8) Mikey let out a whine as he hit the hard, scrap covered ground. Dirt got in his eyes, and maybe some in his mouth? It was loud, hot, and.. Chaotic.. Mikey sat up, observing his surroundings.. and god.. it was hell.

9) Mikeys eyes widened, sharply inhaling.

Plane wings and other broken parts were scattered around the dust cover ground, as these dog like Creatures ran around, destroying almost everything they saw.. "What the.." The ninja mumbled, backing away, stunned with fear as soon as one of those creatures made eye contact with him.. in the blink of an eye, here It came, running towards him with an absurd amount of speed and force put into its steps. Mikey froze, but before it could reach him, someone with a hockey mask almost immediately defended him with this chainsaw - like object. They'd immediately slice it's head off, oil, blood, some liquid from the machine spraying onto Them, they didn't seem phased. They'd glare at Mikey, who was very.. very confused.. but scared. They'd left their weapon at home..

10 ) "Take my hand!" The stranger urged. Mikey, who would litteraly do anything to get away right now, immediately complied. The figure grabbed Mikey, running from the commotion. The mutant fell back, but the stranger would shout, "-Keep up!" Micheal huffed and began to chase after them as fast as they could.. they'd come to a halt once coming across a huge.. robot? The other grabbed Mikey, the would squat behind a broken down car with tinted windows. Now, Mikey got a better look at them. They wore this hockey mask, one simalar to his Casey's mask. But more or less detailed..

"..Who--" The savior put a finger up to where their mouth should've been signaling silence. Mikey held his word. The Mechanical being passed, The stranger nods, running off. "-H- hey;" Mikey raised his voice a bit, running after the other.. after a while, Mikey could hear dirt crunching behind him.. odd. Mikey took a glimpse back and spotted one of those dog things.. very close behind. This caused the mutant to scream, trying to run a Bit faster.

"-Quiet down!" The masked one shouts before they spotted a base-Looking place. The stranger grabs Mikey's wrist and throws him forwards, past the large gates. He'd take out his weapon in order to deal with the Critter. It didn't take long, one quick slice to the neck and that was it, done and done. They'd run towards the gates, closing them immediately once inside..

11) "-W- what was that!?" The ninja exclaimed, giving the other a look of concern. His Savior removed the mask and smiled, but it didn't last. "-..Um- just one of those kraang dogs.. the usual, y'know?" "-wha-- the usual?" He'd scoff, placing a hand on his chest.

"-..Yeah, um-- I haven't seen you before.. like, ever. Are you a traveler? Looking for anything?" "-I-.. no..Yes? Maybe! I don't know, where am I!" Mikey stood in a panic, his eyes darting around the odd setting. "-Who even are you..?" "-..Right! I'm Casey, Casey Jones.. Or CJ.. ..or Casey junior, or-- Nevermind, you get the point. You--...Wait, You seem familiar, I just can't put my finger on it--" "-Im.." Mikey paused, a bit hesitant. But what Other choice did he have? He had no idea where he was, and this was the only person he could-- wait.. person. "-..Don't you care that I'm a--" "-Mutant? Yokai? Nope, used to those!..Now, you are..?" "-.. Michealangelo.. my friends call me Mikey."

12)

Casey paused, processing the profound information. His brows furrowed.. "-You.. Where did you actually come f--"

13)

"-CASEY JONES!" A Loud, feminine voice would shout. Casey winced.. A woman approached, a tall one. "-H- hey commander o'neil.." he'd laugh nervously, "-What did I tell you about going beyond these gates, it's dangerous out there!" "-i know, I know, but--" Casey objected, "-Look! Someone was in danger.." Jones pointed, shifting April's attention into the small turtle. He'd wave a bit. April raised a brow. "-His names.. Michealangelo.. like--" "-Michealangelo?" April cut Casey off.. "-..that's me.." Mikey rubbed his arm. April glared at the two. "-Lets go. Casey, you're in trouble. You, you're following me." April points at each of the beings. Casey pouts, following the commander into the base. Mikey just went along with it, not knowing what else to do.. they'd enter the base, it was huge. Humans and yokai alike we're all around with different weapons and such.. "-Leon!" April yelled. Mikey perked his head up, familiar with the name. Leo turned, approaching April. "-Guess what your student did, yet again." "-Hey, I stated my case!" CJ objected. Leo sighs, shaking his head a bit before noticing the other. "-..Oh, another yokai, great." Leo said sarcastically, giving jazz hands. April punched his arm, softly. "-Ehem! I'm a mutant!" "-Right, And your name?" "-Michealangelo.. I.. don't really know where I am, one second I'm home and the next I'm being chased by some dogs!" April and Leo glanced at one another. "-I'll deal with him.. c'mon kid. Casey, you stay here with April." "-What! No fair."

14)

Leo begins the lead the younger being down the hall, it was quiet.. very quiet. Soon, the scent of hibiscus tea and cinnamon filled the air. "-So.." Leo started, startling the smaller mutant. "-You said you were at home and then you ended up here?" "-Yeah! .. um.. or I may have made a tiny mistake." "-Ah, no worries." Leo paused at a door, the one in which the scent was coming from. He'd knock before pushing it open,

15)

"Yohoo!~ you're favorite brother is--"

"-Get out, Leon." A gruff, mototone voice would tune. The first thing Mikey noticed was that the other mutant in the room was.. floating.. weird. Mikey stared, How could he be doing that..?

"-How rude.. anyways, Casey found this kid outside of the gates. He looks like you, just when you were so small! Like-- this small--" The older being began to make minor comparisons, only to be stopped from the more strict mutant. "-Leo." The other growled. 'Nardo chuckled, letting out a sigh, "-Sorry, sorry. Anyways, he also has the same name as you and.. he doesn't know how he got here. So I was wondering if you could-" "-You are dismissed, the kid stays." Mikey frowned, he was being adressed as 'Kid' one too many times.. Leo left the room, not before whispering, "-Good luck! Try not to annoy Them. They.. Can be harsh, okay? k, bye!" He'd slam the door, leaving the two alone.

16)

"...Sup!" The younger mutant grins, Not knowing how to start the conversation. The elder sighed. "-You're name is Michealangelo, correct? Don't answer that, I already know. We share the same name and simalar features, for the sake of Confusion, You are to address me as Angelo, Understand?" Mikey narrowed his eyes.. "-.. Yesss..?" "-Good." Angelo smiled. "-So, you're unaware of how you ended up here?" "Yup!" "-I see.. and before you were here, you were..?" "-Messin' with my brother, Donnie.. that other guys has a simaliar name to my other--" "-You obviously don't belong here.. 'you from another dimension?" "-..Wha-- i- wait-.. yes?" "-That settles it." Angelo smiled, crossing his arms. It was simple. The younger mutant gave the elder a look of confusion, before they glared back at them. Mikey was pretty intimidated by this guy, having that they were pretty much interrogating him.. and was way bigger than him-- "-..So how are you floating, is it like-- wizard stuffs or?" Angelo squints, invoking fear into the youngling. That's when Mikey noticed his eyes.. two different colors, just like his hair. He had blue and yellow eyes, and grey hair with black streaks. A few scars were embedded into Angelo's face, bandages wrapped around his arms and legs. Mikey took a step back from the being, finding him a bit, like he thought, intimidating.

17)

"-What." Angelo cocks his head to the side, tapping his Finger on his arm, awaiting a response. All that escaped the poor mutants mouth was mutters and murmurs. Angelo rolled his eyes, "-You are dismissed. Invite april and Leo over here, will you?" "-Yes ma'am?-- sir.. Angelo!" Mikey sped off. Angelo huffs... This happened all the time. Almost every human and yokai thought They were Frightening in some sort of way.. I mean, she was, due to the fact that they were the strongest one here, had a short temper, and was always alone, yet mysterious.

Mikey returned back to the main base and looked around for the commander O'Neil girl and Leo.. and then, There they were, talking to Casey. Mikey hesitantly approached them. "-You, uh-- Other me wants you guys over.." "That's a first." Leo smirked, walking down the hall with April. Casey and Mikey held eye contact before Mikey spoke, "-oh-.. thanks for saving me earlier." "-Ah, it's no problem, it's what I'm supposed to do. Anyways, what did master Angelo say?" "-Well--, he figured out I'm from a different dimension so..?" "-..That's amazing!" Casey smiled, "-I never thought I'd meet someone from another dimension before.." "-Yeah, me neither.." silnce presued before Mikey cleared his throat. "-So.. what's up with Angelo?" "-What do you mean?" "-How he acts..?" "-Oh, that? It's just.. he likes being alone.. well.. now he does. He's powerful so, people just.. accept that and move on. He's been able to protect us from those kraang bots for a while now, and we show extreme graditude for it.. he's just been through a lot." "-..So this is an apoptolyptic world.." "-Unfortunately, yes, but we can all get through this, together! Humans and yokai all united because of this.. disaster. Though I was born into it. But together, we'll all survive.."

Mikey glared, bringing their knees up to their chest, slowly.. This was so much to take in already. For starters, he was in a post-Apoptolyptic World, and next, They would figure out that they were in a different dimension..? It was a lot. Mikey took a deep breath, but kept a smile on his face.. his brothers would come for him, right..?

20) Of course they would.. he had nothing to worry about,.. Probably.

END OF CHAPTER 1

#leosagi #mondomikey #rottmnt #shellshocked #tmnt #tmnt au #rottmnt au #chapter one #tmnt 2012 au #save rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fandom

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fiovske · 2 years ago

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i dont know ur characters very well so finn: 6, 38, orion: 61 and tahsin: 17

🪶 finn ⚔️ :

6. how have they changed in the last year? how about the last five years?

oh this is tough to answer but I don't think they've changed much! they have a. very particular worldview of things. and I don't think that worldview had been challenged until they had to face a crisis v recently and that worldview is still intact! bc it's the only thing they know to be: a warden and a protector.

38. do they see themselves as an important part of their party?

ooooo I think finn is. very much a flight risk still. it's less "am I important to them" and more "are they important to me." bc to aer rn, something else someone else is always more important than the party than life itself. and they will bend the laws of heaven and hell to find her!

orion 🌠

61. is there an in-game moment of theirs you think about and just laugh?

aaaaaa I really enjoy making clown characters so there are many moments, like changing into a huge caterpillar in the middle of a festival square (thanks to a VERY hearty aid from The Academic) or playing rocks-papers-scissors with Schrodinger to determine if the two of them should pursue the sound of dragging feet in an underground cavern system (Orion wanted to but Schrodinger won!) as the rest of the party slept soundly.

but I think my fave has to be the time orion deadass charged at a lich's body (I say body bc the academic had severed the head and deadass ran downstairs with it it was HILARIOUS) so orion ran headfirst towards the lich and w a misty step assist, — what you as an observer would've seen was a duergar running full-speed and then disappearing for a split-second only to reappear five feet away from a lich and crashed-land into the lich's headless body and grapple that mf as the rest of the party beats the shit out of the headless lich. the lich is unable to shake orion off no matter how hard he tried and orion only clings on harder as the rest of the party has a stomp-fest on the lich's phalactery and the academic runs downstairs with the severed skull it was funny as fuck, team work makes the dream work!

tahsin 🌿

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

oh NOO this is. something that will happen fr VERY SOON in the campaign probably next session bc tahsin took a major fortune fallout and got marked as an enemy by The Church (a pantheon of recognised legal gods who consider Tahsin an apostate bc she worships the Raven Queen and The Raven Queen is shunned from the Church's pantheon— I know, tumblr user seafleece's lore-builduing is EXQUISITE) and I think she's VERY CLOSE to a mind fallout too, she is very stressed and Station (the guy who marks her as an enemy) was able to somehow magically bring her to her knees and, with the culmination of everything of being so far from home and feeling alone and trusting The Raven Queen like a hapless child trusts the one parental figure they think will look out for them unequivocally only to feel extremely scared of the power that stands to oppose and harm the both of them... I think that shakes her massively. I think she's getting very close to that breaking point where the fear starts to set it and. it makes her cry.

these were banger asks I had so much fun answering them!!

#thank uuu for sending in the ask i always. enjoy talking abt my lil guys...#thank u for indulging meeee!!#so now you know about my characters djfjjf!!#character: tahsin #character: finn #character: orion #ttrpg asks

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alias-b · 4 years ago

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sins of my youth. 011

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with my writing. I'm branching back out slowly into my fics and hoping to keep posting them. The aftermath of Evie's attack and some needed love from friends. Billy taps into a darker part of his life to protect her and realizes what she's beginning to mean to him. TW: Abuse, mentions of past student/teacher relationship, Billy's anger. TAGLIST OPEN ! Chat with me if you have time. :)

Chapter 11: My Heart Burns There, Too

Billy’s knuckles turned pink from the incessant pounding.

A huff.

Maybe Evie was standing him up.

Something pricked his stomach. Told him to keep trying.

“Evie!” He called. “I know you’re home…”

Nothing. Behind him, a car had pulled up.

“Billy?” Heather parked and got out. Fucking pretty boy in her passenger seat. He and Steve still weren’t chummy even after the revenge plot.

“What are you doing here, princess?”

“Was gonna see if Evie wanted to hit the movies with us." Arms crossing, her hip cocked. Priss. "Something to do.”

“You’re too late, I laid claim to Fenny tonight. She’s going out with me.” Billy knocked again. “Once I get her ass out here… Evie!”

“Is she?” Heather eyed him closer and approached. “Is she even home?”

“Think so.” Billy crept around the side of the house to her window. Knocked. Nothing.

“Way to be a total creep.” Steve remarked, hands shoving into his pockets. Half amused at Billy’s persistence.

“I see a lump on her bed through the blinds. Curtain is cracked.” Billy huffed. “Hey, Evie!”

“Something happened.” Heather’s eyes changed as Billy turned to see her. The expression made his pulse speed. “Evie did this after her dad left. Evie!” She knocked too. “Your friends are here!”

“Okay, I’m breaking in.” Billy went around front. Felt about the windows with the other two behind him.

“Whoa, wait a second, aren’t you-?”

“Harrington, the neighbors here really don’t give a shit. They won’t call the cops for anything.” Billy looked elsewhere as he said that. “Believe me.”

Steve watched him jiggle a window.

“Is it unlocked?” Heather came back up the steps.

“Yeah.” Billy yanked it up. Climbed in and shut it, went to open the front door. Steve groaned and followed them inside.

“Evie.” Billy entered the bedroom. Blue jumped up to come climb his leg. “Even the damn cat is ready for our...date...thing.” He couldn’t think of a better word. One hand plucking the ball of fluff from his hip to push it at a confused Steve.

Evie still didn't move to get up. Just breathed.

“What’s going on?" Billy got tender. "Hey.”

He came to her first. Evie bundled and hidden upon her bed in the dim light while the sky grew darker. Heather trailed after with Steve in the doorway.

“Go away.” A muffled croak followed. Heather sighed and sat down. Put her chin on Evie’s shoulder. Felt her friend go stiff.

“Hey...we’d really like to see you. What happened, Evie? Please talk to me.” She sounded truly afraid. Hands peeled the comforter away. Evie hid herself into the pillow. Arms up to pull her hood further. Curls splayed in tufts of loose frizz

“Evie, come on,” Billy climbed near her legs, “we’ll go outside if you just want to talk to Heather.”

“I just wanted him to stop.” Evie’s fingers curled, voice cracking and glazed with tears. “I wanted it to stop. I didn’t mean to be so loud, I was just trying to make it stop.”

“Wanted what to…?” Heather trailed off when Evie shot up. Hands braced and facing away still. Shaking. “You’re scaring me. Evie.” A gentle hand brought the hood back. Evie smoothed her curls and sniffled harder. Slowly, turned her head while a finger clicked her bedside lamp on.

Matching gasps followed.

“Oh, my god! Who did this to you?” Heather sprang into action but Evie’s head fell to her chest. Arms cradled her. Soothing. “Hey, I got you. We’re here.” Sweet Heather teared up, not knowing what to do as Evie scrambled to cling to her and weep. Waves crashing distantly.

“I tried to stop it. I did.” Evie crumbled there. Steve, the most confused, ran out and returned with a makeshift ice pack from the freezer. Wrapping it in a rag after dropping Blue on her desk.

“She needs ice, here.” Steve joined Heather. Smoothed Evie’s hair, but she flinched. “Sorry.” He touched the ice to her right eye. Winced. Helped Heather calm her down because she was gasping at that point, near a panic attack.

Billy went dead silent. Staring at Evie’s face with a hard, distant expression. Thought he might implode. Teeth crushed and one muscle in his jaw gave a twitch.

Breathe.

“Evie.” He pushed out smoother and licked his lips. “Did he do this to you?”

“Who?” Heather turned. Billy ignored her.

“Evie. Look at me." The tame order had her eyes shifting, laced in shame. "There you are. Good. Stay right here. You don’t have to speak. Just nod for me. Yes or no?”

Billy was on his feet the second Evie gave him what he asked for. A single nod. She latched at Heather and cried harder as he went.

“Where are you going?” Heather craned, but Billy stalked out with his keys in hand. Hard steps. Steve went after him on instinct.

Evie just wept, out poured all the pent up emotion she bottled.

“Honey, who did this?” Heather tried again.

The door slammed.

“F-Fredrick.” She burst out.

“Fr… Our teacher?”

“I-I’ve been sleeping with him. I was so stupid, Heath. So damn stupid. I thought he loved me. For a while. I tried to stop it. I tried to stop him. He wouldn’t let me just go. I wanted it to stop. I’m sorry.”

Pieces fell together. Why Evie closed off to her best friend.

“Don’t be sorry, I got you. Lie down.” Heather just got into the bed with her, shoes kicking off. Let Evie sob into her chest while trying to ice her eye. “I’m here. You're not stupid, I got you.”

Outside, Billy was getting into his car.

“Man, what are you doing?” Steve shoved into the passenger side. “Who did that?”

“Bowers.” Billy started the engine. Seeing all red and contained still. Eyes front. A mission. “Get the fuck out.”

“Bowers? Our teacher, you mean they…” Steve connected some dots. “Oh, fuck.”

“Get out of my car.”

“No, I’m going with you.”

Billy jerked the vehicle to speed off. Steve buckled himself in.

“I think I know what street this guy is on, look for the orange Plymouth.” Billy barely stopped at a red light and continued on. Dead set. About to tear this damn town to shreds. Steve watched him grip the wheel. Knuckles paling.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna make him stop.” Billy skidded and saw it. “There you are, fucker.” He rolled up to the house. Steve scrambled to get out and follow him, looking around the empty neighborhood.

“Hey, man, you’re not going to…”

“Just gonna make him stop.” Billy said again. Not really listening. He saw Evie in his mind again. Thought of his mother. Fists clenched before he smashed the doorbell.

Fredrick cracked it open.

“Mr. Har-” Two hands shoved forward into the house. Billy was noticeably shorter than Bowers, but the way he grabbed his already torn shirt and shoved him into the floor distracted from that.

A punch sweltered. Burst knuckles red. Billy was hellbent. Ready to combust into flames. Steve turned and shut the door behind them.

“Ack! What’s this about?” Fredrick slapped a hand to his nose. "Get out!"

“You beat the shit out of her.” Billy stood over him. Dangerous.

“I have no idea-”

“I already know about you. She didn’t tell me either. Figured it out on my own, man, you’re not slick. You think those other burnouts you’re teaching won’t notice, too?” Billy crept up with determined steps. “Are you fucking any other kids?”

“I-”

“Yes or no!” Billy roared in his face. Steve stepped up behind him with huge eyes. Only able to watch. Fredrick about shit himself.

“No...no.” He swallowed. “Are you…?”

“Not gonna tell anyone. You and I, we’re going to forget this ever happened.” Billy undid his belt. Not even here anymore. “You’re going to learn a lesson, teach. Respect. Responsibility."

"If you leave now-"

"You take any pictures or videos of her? Tell me or I’ll tear this place apart finding them.”

“N-No...never. She wouldn’t let me.”

“You sick piece of shit.” It was Steve who voiced that before Billy could, although he looked nauseous.

The belt slid out of its loops. Fredrick glowered at him. Clearly fearful. Not getting up.

“You’re going to forget, Evangeline Fenny. Hear me? You’re going to pack up tonight and get the fuck out of town. Transfer. Don’t crawl back to your fucking wife. You’re going to hole yourself up and live your life and you’re not going to fuck anymore kids. Nod.”

Slowly, Bowers obeyed.

Billy looped the belt. Slashed it through the air. An ugly twack into Bower’s eye cracked. Steve wondered about stopping him, but didn’t. Barely flinched when he watched it happen. Billy snarled and hit the older man until he turned over to avoid it. Blood bursting from his nose still. Cowering like a bitch.

“You’re not gonna see her!” Billy raged and descended down. Brutal slaps like the ones Neil dealt him and his mother. “You’re not gonna think about her! You’re not gonna touch her! Ever again! Fucking disappear!”

Billy kicked Bower’s in the ribs. Left him there gasping.

“Okay, okay! Just don’t...ngh…please.” He whimpered. Billy, still baring his teeth, paused. Hit him a final time with the metal end. Vibrated so hard. Saw Neil there cowering when he blinked. Saw Neil also in the reflection of a fallen mirror that cracked.

“Pack up tonight. Don’t make me do this again. No, goodbye. No, nothing. Just fuck off and never come back or I’ll fucking kill you. Hear me? I’ll kill you for what you did to her! She's dead and she's not coming back because of you!”

His voice cracked. So hot, he might breathe smoke. Eyes watering.

Steve was in front of Billy now, pushing him back into the door. Soothing.

“Hey, man. We gotta go. He got the message. Let’s go…” Steve caught Billy's face and realized the boy was crying.

“Don’t let me catch you in this town again.” Billy spat all the way out, skidding and intent on Bowers' beaten frame. Steve started yanking him back to the car.

"Hey, Billy, I-"

"Please." Billy sniffled to get a hold of himself. "Please, don't." Steve looked at him and did the only kindness Billy would allow. He peered aside to let the boy wipe his eyes.

They nearly hit the mailbox screeching out. Back to Evie’s where they found Heather in the kitchen brewing some jasmine tea.

“She told me everything.” Heather looked like she’d been crying too. Eyes fell to Billy’s knuckles as he did his belt again. “Can you go sit with her a bit? First aid kit is on the bed. She won’t let me…”

Billy passed and Steve went into the kitchen. Evie sat at her desk now. Battered. Hoodie on the floor. Eyes unblinking and dry. Expressionless. A needle felting project in hand. Deftly stabbing a mass of grey wool into a shape. Billy stole a chair and got close, sat in it backwards and opened the kit on her desk.

“You gonna let me take you to the hospital?”

“No.”

One exhale out his nose showed he didn’t approve. Doctors prodding was the last thing Evie needed. Especially with her eating habits.

"You feel dizzy?"

"No."

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then. Don’t mean to brag, but I know my way around a first aid fit.”

Evie kept stabbing. Coolly. Eyes flicked to his knuckles. Burnt red from the few punches he tossed between swipes of the belt.

She missed her project and pricked her thumb. Cringed to hiss before Billy snatched her hand. Pressed a cotton ball to let the bead of blood dry.

Brown eyes lifted to his face. Almost dewy and angelic. No rage left while he brought her finger up to kiss the pad a few times. Lashes batting and fanned thick. So beautiful. Billy panned to focus on her now looking at him.

He went through the kit and reached for her chin. Tilted Evie so he could clean up the dried blood on her brow and lip. She just watched Billy squint and study her in turn.

“He’s not going to be a problem anymore.” Came a distant sigh. Something he never got to say to his mother. “You’re safe now.” Billy ruffled her curls. Felt gingerly for more damage. A small knot on the back of her skull.

“Can I have another ice pack?” Evie asked at last. She lifted her shirt to flash some nasty bruising on her ribs. Unashamed of her stomach that wasn’t flat. Billy got up to retrieve some at the same time Heather brought the tea in.

“Can we stay over tonight with you?” She sat down. “Steve and I can make a food run. Pick up lots of ice cream and just watch some TV together.” Fingers tucked a couple dark curls aside.

“I’d like that.” Evie beamed a little. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t tell you about him.”

“You were scared. I get it. I’m not mad. You don’t have to hide things. Don't worry about it right now.” Heather swept down to embrace her friend. Evie peered at Steve and smiled.

“Bring it in, Steve.” She gestured so he gave them both a bear hug. “Thanks, guys.”

“You gonna be okay for a bit with Billy?” Heather pulled out so Evie just nodded. Shoulders dropping as they left. Billy moved around them and came to offer the ice pack. She hissed, pressing it down with her project in the other hand.

"I made Bourbon's face from felt a couple years ago. Figured I'd make one for Blue, too." She set it aside and avoided his stare for a moment. "They look worse than they are."

"Liar." He said. "I'd know."

Evie licked her lips. Frowned at the table.

“Hey.” Billy spoke and Evie only sighed, eyes lifting to his fatigued expression.

“Hi.”

“Name’s Billy. Just moved here from Cali.” He continued, eyes rolling when she looked confused. “What I should have said when we met.”

“Ah. Name’s Evangeline. Evie for short. Welcome to Indiana.” She sat back.

“Evangeline.” He sounded out, smirking. “Is that a poem?”

“Oh, yeah, a totally depressing one.” Evie chuckled there, wincing noticeably. Billy crossed his arms on her desk. Leaned forward.

“Shame. That's a nice New Orleans twang you have.”

She tried hard not to smile at that. One cheek sucked in.

"Don't know what you mean."

They studied each other again. Cheap colored lights around her room gave it a too pretty glow.

“So, do you want to go out?” She asked out of the blue. Billy gaped a little. Processed what she said. Even got up to look around. “What?”

“Just making sure you’re talking to me.” Billy peered outside. Sat down again to point at his chest. “You hit your head a little too hard or something?”

“I bought a new shirt for you."

"That sounds serious, Evie." He earned a push for that. Licked his lips to smile brighter.

"And I just figured we could hang out later. While I don’t...look like this.” Evie tucked some hair aside.

“You’re still…” Billy trailed off. Pretty. She blushed under all the discoloring. Tone shifting.

“Did you hurt him bad?”

“He can still walk.” A beat. “He’s gonna leave you alone. I made him stop. Hear me?” Billy had to keep saying it. He saved her. He stopped the monster. Evie welled at him. Actually touched his hand to squeeze it.

“Can...Can you guys...maybe not leave me alone this week?” Evie plucked up some wool to twist it around. It wasn’t just Fredrick. She didn’t feel safe with her thoughts and all these sharp objects either.

“Have I left you alone since New Years, Evie?” Billy cracked a grin that illuminated her expression.

“True.” She rubbed her head. In obvious pain.

Billy got up again to go. Shifted through a medicine cabinet. Pills, liquid meds, vitamins, and more first aid necessities.

A plastic container caught his eye. Full of push pins with red plastic toppers. Like cherry candies. Something that should’ve been in an office desk, not a teen’s bathroom. Strange.

Billy pushed it aside. Filled a glass with water and plucked up some pills.

“Hey, you should take something. Your head will thank you. Drink all the water.” He clicked the glass down. Eyes passed Evie to see the closer bookcase. Full of trinkets. Sparkling rocks and gemstones. Broken pieces of ceramic dancers from odd collectables. Pointing things. Keys. Neatly organized and lined up.

“Heather’s getting food, but I might...put my head down.” She drank and swallowed two pills. Scooped up Blue while she pawed at her ankle. Billy edged to leave. “Hey, you...” He came to full attention, turning. “You don’t have to leave…”

Billy was in front of her lightning quick. Evie didn’t flinch when their eyes locked together.

“Yeah?”

“I want you to stay.” Came the admission. Unafraid of him and his steel knuckles beginning to rust. Evie just stared without cringing.

Not even as his fingers trailed up her jawline. Gingerly over a bruise there. His thumb drew a gentle circle next to it. Such a contrast to Billy. So natural too.

Evie let him observe her wounds. Finger pad tracing that swollen mouth to tip her chin. Lips touched her brow. A moon crescent trail of soft kisses. He pecked her jaw next. Then, found her lips for a vaguely rustic kiss.

She tilted to open a little. Deepened in without regret. Fingers combed her messy curls back before he leaned out. Bright eyes glinting.

“Our worst kiss yet.” Evie mused, Blue clutched to her torso.

“Oh, yeah. Terrible.” He hitched, entertained. Evie searched him and let Blue crawl over her bed.

“Gonna change into something comfier.” She waited until Billy gave her a moment. Evie pulled on a sports bra and color block print shirt with long sleeves that went almost to her knees. Fluffy blue socks were a must. She drank more water and poked her head out. “Coming?”

Billy didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’ll stay up. Wait for the others to get home.” He yawned as Evie got into bed. Fiddling with her sleeves.

“Can you lie down with me for a bit? Just until I fall asleep. No pressure.” She perked when he unbuttoned his shirt. Kicked jeans aside and stood there in a white tank and briefs. Stunning without really trying. The metallic chain around his neck caught the moonlight before she shut the lamp off.

“Scoot.” Billy slid in next to her. Blue wandered and got comfortable on a pillow above them. Evie had no qualms nestling into him. Tucking into his side where she felt safe between him and the wall.

Billy’s body warmed her instantly. The cologne and wash spirited her into a dream. Evie settled her head on his chest and shifted one loose arm over his hard frame. Flush with curves that fit into him perfectly.

He tried to reason she was just scared and drained. Fingertips danced up her spine as Billy stared at the ceiling. Evie touched his wrist and got a better look at his knuckles. Kissed them better. Felt Billy’s chest sink and still.

“Thank you...” Evie closed her eyes.

No reply followed. Same as the night before, she let herself tumble and fall. Less shame this hour. Billy sniffled and exhaled. Tried to stay awake while Evie’s breath evened out.

Heather found them upon returning. Pushed the door back to see Billy’s head tilted aside. Snoring. Evie burrowed into his torso with one arm draped over him. Steve smiled a little, eyes rolling.

“Unbelievable.”

“Let’s get this stuff in the fridge and set up camp in the living room.” Heather hushed him, closing the door to let them rest.

The hours rolled until Billy roused to some rustling at six in the morning.

Bleary eyes cracked to an auroral outline. Evie perched on the floor at the end of the bed with the desk lamp pulled over. Couple notebooks spread out as she marked down some words and mimed them on her guitar. Mouthing to herself, barely making sound. Blue teetered across the papers to wriggle into her lap. Frizzy curls half piled atop her crown.

Blue eyes trailed over the back of her bare neck. Thought about pushing his lips there and chided himself. Billy shifted and her head snapped. Quick hands set the guitar aside, back in its stand.

“Sorry. I found a chorus at five and had to write it down before I…” She scribbled her lyrics and smacked a notebook shut. Billy rubbed his stomach and yawned. Heard her say something that stuck with him. “Sometimes I think I write songs like I don’t have any time left.”

“Don’t stop on my account.” He paused as Evie rose. The lamp in her grip like an old candle. Bathing her face. Violet kisses around her poor reddened eye. Evie thought of a flickering candle stick too and how wax would look dripping down against his illuminated, marble skin.

Noticing him staring, Evie clicked the light off and set it aside.

For a moment, she stood there in the dark fiddling with her sleeves. Fingers pulled a scrunchie out and tossed it on the desk. Billy reclined to stare at the ceiling.

“It’s your bed.” He quipped so she crossed and crawled up between him and the wall again. Evie got very still and faced away.

“One hour. The most lyrics I’ve sat down and punched out in...feels like months. It was always hard to get words out when I was dwelling on Fredrick. So much for fucking an English teacher. He liked it as a hobby and nothing more…”

“He’s an asshole.”

“He wasn’t always. Not to me. Maybe that’s twisted. He did help me...he did. Even if that was him trying to feed his own ego.”

“Shouldn’t do this. Trip down memory lane will only sting.” Billy exhaled. “You might even like it.”

Evie decided to hurt.

“Sometimes I’d wrap my arms around him in the shower and sing little songs in his ear. He loved that shit.” Evie turned over to see Billy already looking in her direction. Barely there ounces of blue light glimmered from outside. “He gave me such lovely kisses. We used to joke a lot, back when it was fun. Dancing and wrestling around.”

“You’re better off."

“I know that, I wished I believed it though. In full. I don't love him. I know that. But, it's still hard not to feel something. I don't think he had a very good childhood and missed out on it."

"Taking yours is no excuse." Billy got hard about that.

"It’s not fair. To still…feel any kind of way about a person who hurts you. You can’t just turn it off and that’s…” Evie sniffed and sucked her cheeks in. “I don’t know how to live with that.”

“You just do.” Billy rubbed his eyes with one hand. Drowsy and alert with her next to him. Both of them entombed in sweet amber.

“He used to bring me gifts. Little things like what I collected. The antique looking brooches he found were my favorite. These little inklings that reminded me I was thought of. Desired. He bought me lacy things too. I still have Fredrick in a little box hidden in my top drawer. My gift wrapped naughty secret I used to love.” Evie scoffed at herself. “I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“Clearly have words.” Billy sounded out in the dark. Seeming too wise for his youthful beauty. Gold curls slipping over silky pillows. Lashes batting as he turned to see the shine of her eyes. Evie settled in and gripped her own pillow, sighing out.

“It was so innocent when it started. It really was. I don’t think he picked me, not until much later. Not until I was already his. He didn’t act on these...urges. Maybe I pushed him.” Her lip quivered.

"You didn't."

“We had these lingering after school talks that started to last the hour. One day there was an awful storm and I only had my bike. We both were soaked and he just smiled. He felt bad for keeping me. I remember the crack of thunder because it sent me into his arms. He only hugged me and I needed it so bad because sometimes you just need to be held.”

Billy just listened well.

“I don’t know why it does that to me. Scares me like I think I might die, I’m willing to brave bigger monsters to get away from it. Fredrick offered me a ride and we got into the car sopping wet. Dripping all down my lips and chin. He turned on the engine and...had this funny look, you know, like he knew I wasn’t supposed to be there with the rain dripping from my hair and cheeks.”

“You weren’t.”

“And he looked so beautiful. Never seen his hair a mess. I smiled. And he smiled. We laughed at it because we both felt it. And then he kissed me... Afterward, I asked him to fuck me and he said, no. Just drove me home.”

Blue eyes studied Evie too close.

“I started crying softly like a little baby. Asking what I did wrong...asking why he had to go and kiss me in the first place. God, it was so embarrassing. I was mortified.” Evie huffed to herself. “We didn’t look at each other for a week after that. I skipped his class because I was so upset and he found me in the library after school..."

She paused to exhale.

"...He couldn’t say anything like suddenly he was the nervous one. Just dropped a note down and practically raced for the hills. Named a motel, date, and time. And I showed up... He seemed surprised I did.”

“And he…?”

“No, we drove a ways away to some bar that didn’t card. Had a beer in this messy roadhouse. Got tipsy and I laughed at something silly and touched his knee. Fredrick said I made him hard and then when I didn’t believe it, he took my hand and pressed it… Fuck, I never wanted anyone that bad, you know? It was like no one thought about sex as much as I did.”

“That’s just being a teen, Angel.” Billy's lip twitched and she nodded.

“Yeah. We fell asleep holding each other. Didn’t have sex until the next week at his place. We had fun together and he used to read me to sleep every night we spent. Fredrick nurtured me and he fucked me so good. Being with him, I wanted the sun to stay up all day for the first time...and when it went down, I wasn’t afraid.”

Her final sentiments shook his core apart.

“And there was no other man to compete with him.” Evie said. “I was never going to win.”

“I wanted to kill him, you know?” Billy trembled, fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt around. “Looked at him and saw my dad there and I thought… I felt powerful after. I would go back and finish the job right now if I could, Evie, I felt so fucking great while he cried. I wonder if that’s how my dad feels when he…”

“You’re not Neil.”

“No, but I might be worse. Didn't stop my dad, I just became him to cope. To understand it and I still...fuck, I still don't.”

“I don’t think you’re worse.”

“You don’t know that, Evie.” Billy tried to be mean when he said it. Left her undaunted.

“I do know you. Well enough now.” Evie let herself touch him. Billy shuddered when her fingers shifted over his tense fist.

“I didn’t push you around cause I liked you. Guys don’t really do that. I hated you, Evie." He welled at her, eyes locking. "Just cause you saw things. Cause you’re strange. Cause you have a mother.”

“I hated you, too.” She offered that lovely as can be. Billy sniffled and flashed a smile in the dark with watery eyes. Laid there staring into space as she studied him.

"You wanna sing me something?" He'd asked in a strange tone. This inkling of reluctance.

"Now?"

"Yeah, something soft so we don't wake the house," Billy explained with the same hesitant armor over his flesh, "like a lullaby."

"What do you want to hear?"

"What's that song you're always humming in school?"

"Oh, the Irma Thomas one." Evie swallowed to breathe and tucked into him, arms pulled to her chest. "You get a single verse."

"That's enough," Billy turned to see her blush, "for now, Evangeline."

"It's weird with you so close."

"I'll shut my eyes." He let his lashes flutter. "You can just sing me to sleep." A beat of Evie shifting into him. Searching. She came up on her elbows and Billy stretched his arm out for her.

"I know..." She took a moment to find her voice again. Smoothed it back out to silk. "I know to ever let you go. Oh, it's more than I could ever stand..."

Billy's breath hitched when she lowered back into him. Head on his shoulder. Rich and gentle near his ear. Singing too sweetly, he vibrated.

"Oh, but anyone," Evie touched his face to tuck some locks of hair aside, "who knows what love is..."

She never finished. Billy kept his eyes shut. Stayed there reclined looking like Eros himself. Angelic and too beautiful to be apart of this world. Nestled on a pair of ethereal, feather wings. She imagined being Psyche and lying with him. Those glowy wings curling around them both for shelter.

Evie pushed up further and caught Billy by surprise kissing him. Just a tender peck upon the cheek. Another at the corner of his lips. Blue eyes opened too late. The bliss of her moved away when his hand came up then dropped. Deciding not to push it.

"How'd I do?"

Billy could have said a number of things.

About how her voice fills the edges around him and he's not afraid to succumb for the first time. About how she makes him feel things he hasn't in a long while. About how she's a swell of magnificent fire in this winter. About how being with Evie reminds him how much people can mean to each other. Even if it makes him upset, remembering; because it's so raw. He's willing to touch it again because of her glimmer.

About how he wants to be a better version of himself and help Evie see herself as he does. About how she's burning and molten and neon and painted and free when she sings. And beautiful. And he wants more bad kisses. More of her. About how she's so much and she's absolutely enough and she deserves to feel that. To be still and burn with soft embers for once while the moon and stars twinkle kindly for her. About how there's a fire hiding behind her heart emitting a lovely glow that only he can see.

About how his heart burns there, too.

But, Billy turned to see Evie's glittering eyes and replied delicately.

"Fine." He said, chest shuddering because it wasn't enough to capture her spark. Evie only beamed. Like maybe she felt the warmth of his flames even still.

No more words could be spoken. Evie settled back into him and tried to resume her slumber. They felt Blue pawing to climb up and make her usual perch on the pillows. Billy stayed stiff as a board to allow her to fall. Felt the warmth on his face where her lips grazed.

That red hot kiss rocked him back under the water.

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Side Tracks opinions part 2: Virgil

(Here we go again! I think I may have less to say about Virgil’s than Janus’, so I’ll try to make this one shorter)

1) Sunrise, Sunset: This ones about Virgil when he was with the darksides. Virgil is beginning to get tired of his life as a darkside and the monotony of it (“sunrise, sunset, swiftly go the days. Sunrise, sunset you wake up then you undress, it always is the same”). He feels like something is changing in him, but doubts that he will ever be able to escape the routine that he’s been living in for so long (“Because you've changed, Yeah, you've changed” “from a cradle to a casket, there is no way to escape” “The sunrise, the sunsets, you're hopeful and then you regret, the circle never breaks”).

2) Let’s Kill Tonight: Some of Virgil songs can be very vague and it can be hard to pinpoint who the song is focused toward (this is one of them). My interpretation of the song is that this takes place during Virgil’s first appearance with the light sides (“Make room we're taking over here” “Show them all you're not the ordinary type”) Perhaps the dark sides were aware of Virgil leaving and so Virgil’s initial view of the light sides was a bit more spiteful and angry than we thought. With this interpretation I like to assume that it was Janus’ plan to let Virgil out, perhaps in an attempt to get all the dark sides accepted, but it backfired when Virgil realized that the light sides weren’t as bad as he was raised to believe.

3) Sally’s Song: After the last song, this song shows Virgil’s realization that perhaps he does want to be with the light sides. He really cares about Thomas and wants to be with him, but he’s worried about whether or not he’ll be helpful and worthy (“And though I'd like to stand by him, Can't shake this feeling that I have” “And will he see? How much he means to me. I think it's not to be” “All though I'd like to join the crowd, In their enthusiastic loud. Try as I may It doesn't last”)

4) It Ends Tonight: Virgil is starting to be accepted, woot woot (“When darkness turns to light, It ends tonight, it ends tonight” “A weight is lifted on this evening”). Virgil seems to start to feel a lot of anger towards the other dark sides at this point. He feels as if he’s been tricked by them and that Thomas needed him all along (“A falling star, at least I fall alone”). He’s now showing anger and frustration towards the dark sides that really hasn’t been prevalent in the playlist up until this point. I think he’s realized that they’ve either been using him, lying to him, or fooling him (“I look at you with such disdain” “Now I'm on my own side, It's better than being on your side”).

5) I’d Hate to be You When People find out What this Song is About: Now that Virgil is with the light sides, he’s worried that he may not be good enough or helpful enough for Thomas (“Well, I'm thinking of the worst things That I could say to you” “But I'm tongue tied and terrified of what I'll say” And I'm sorry that this wasn't easy, When I asked you believe me” “I could only sing you sad songs”). He’s so worried about hurting Thomas because of his dark side origins that he doesnt understand why Thomas is trying so hard to accept him (“You never let go, But I let go”). He also refrains from telling Thomas about his true past probably out of fear or worry that Thomas won’t want him anymore (“But I never told you everything, I'm losing hope and fading dreams”).

6) A Decade under the Influence: Virgil is anxious™️. Despite how worried he is about his ability to help Thomas, he knows that he has to try and that he has to protect Thomas from the other dark sides (“Well, I've got a bad feeling about this, I've got a bad feeling about this” “To hell with you and all your friends, To hell with you and all your friends” “I’m a nervous wreck”).

7) Thnks fr th Mmrs: HUGE, SASSY middle finger to Janus. Honestly, thats it. Virgil has been fully accepted by Thomas and the light side gang and he is LOVING it. This song is just Virgil rubbing it in Janus’ face how much better off he is without him and the dark sides (“Who does he think he is?” “Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great”). He also flaunts the fact that Patton is a much better parent/authority figure than Janus ever was (“He tastes like you, only sweeter”).

8) Be Calm: This ones cuteeeee. Virgil has been with the light sides for some time now and has begun to understand that he can be helpful to thomas (“As I walk through the streets of my new city, My back feeling much better, I suppose”). The entire song just feels like Virgil helping Thomas through an anxiety attack or some panic of sorts. He relates to Thomas on the feeling and tries his best to help him relax (“I close my eyes, I tell myself to breathe” “And be calm. Be calm. I know you feel like you are breaking down. Oh I know that it gets so hard sometimes. Be calm.” “Take it from me, I've been there a thousand times.” “You hate your pulse because it thinks you're still alive” “It just gets so hard sometimes”). Theyre starting to bond and finally understand each other and that is just super sweet 💜💜💜.

9) I’m not Okay (I Promise): Honestly... I’m not super sure about this one. It’s another vague one as to who it is aimed toward, but I’m just gonna assume it’s either Thomas or Patton. Virgil is feeling like he isn’t being listened to and needs to be taken more seriously (“I never want to let you down or have you go” “I told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means” “I held you close as we both shook for the last time” “You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed” “But you really need to listen to me, Because I'm telling you the truth”).

10) Imaginary: Despite now being a light side, Virgil still worries about the darker sides that are hidden within Thomas (“In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby. I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me”). He knows that they will try to get out at any moment and may be harmful to Thomas, so he has to keep his guard up. (“Don't say I'm out of touch, With this rampant chaos your reality” “I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge” “Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming, Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights”).

11) Soft Shock: Oof guys... I really, really don’t know here. This song is SO romantic that it’s hard to even imagine why it’s on Virgil’s playlist to begin with. There is also a vague “you” referenced like in most of Virgil’s songs and I frankly have no clue who it’s supposed to be. I’ll just list some lines that I think are important and maybe you all could help me figure it out. “Well it's a shock, shock to your soft side” “Summer moon (this is like a period of summer where its very warm and things are in bloom)” “Better, back together” “Catch your shut eyes in my room”.

12) The Good that Won’t Come out: Virgil is still worried about his dark past and how that will affect the others and Thomas. He knows that he needs to tell Thomas, but he’s worried that if he does, Thomas will only be able to see the bad things that Virgil brings with him (“I do this thing where I think I'm real sick, But I won't go to the doctor to find out about it 'Cause they make you stay real still in a real small space As they chart up your insides and put them on display. They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it” “All of the good that won't come out of me And all the stupid lies I hide behind. It's such a big mistake, Lying here in your warm embrace”). He finishes the song out by comparing himself to his past, dark side friends (“Let's talk about all our friends who lost the war” “It's all of the good that won't come out of them And all the stupid lies they hide behind”).

13) Sick Sad World: Again... I’m sorry guys but this song doesn’t seem that deep to me (at least nothing stood out. Basically, all I got is that Virgil knows he makes a lot of mistakes, but he does his best to fix them (“My head's a permanent mess And I can't think for the stress” “I close my eyes and pretend That the ground beneath me has disappeared” “Rewind and overwrite, Hope life begins at twenty-nine”). Virgil also still seems to think that he isn’t being listened to enough and that he isn’t helping as much as he wants to with the light sides (“So what, is this is as good as it gets?” “So won't you let me in”).

14) Ignorance: Another Janus song! Whose shocked? Anyone? Yeah, me neither 😂. But this one is SUPER interesting as it gives us some insight into what Janus and Virgil’s relationship was like before Virgil left. The two seemed to be very close and perhaps had similar pessimistic views on the world (“Yeah, the friends who stuck together. We wrote our names in blood”). Virgil knows that the change in him was for the better and he wants Janus to realize this too, but he isnt about to feel bad for Janus if he refuses to see the truth (“But I guess you can't accept that the change is good” “If I'm a bad person, you don't like me, Well, I guess I'll make my own way” “This is the best thing that could have happened. Any longer and I wouldn't have made it. It's not a war, no, it's not a rapture. I'm just a person, but you can't take it” “The same tricks that, that once fooled me, They won't get you anywhere. I'm not the same kid from your memory, Well, now I can fend for myself”). Now, a line that I’m sure people will see as confirmation of Ignorance being the next side, has a different meaning to me: “Ignorance is your new best friend”. To me, this proves that Ignorance is a part of Janus. Virgil believes that Janus will be stuck in the dark forever because he is ignorant to what the real world brings. Janus is so stuck in his hatred for society and his lack of trust for others that he ignores information that could prove his thoughts wrong. That is ignorance at it’s core, and Janus is being intentionally ignorant to the fact that Virgil becoming a light side was a good thing.

15) The Ice is Getting Thinner: Another song that solidifies that Virgil and Janus were actually friends at one point (“We're not the same, dear, as we used to be. The seasons have changed and so have we”). Virgil knew that him and Janus were growing apart back when he split from the dark sides and he knew it was for the better, but it still hurt him (“There was little we could say, and even less we could do, To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you” “And it saddens me to say, But we both know, well, it's true. That the ice was getting thinner Under me and you”). This perhaps shows that the ill-will between the two is not really due to Virgil hating Janus, but instead a sort of broken heart dynamic. Virgil knew he needed to leave, but Janus may not have been ready and may not have understood why someone he cared so much for would just leave him for the others.

16) Overkill: This one seems fairly straight forward to me. Virgil is scared of the dark sides and the implications their acceptance may have for Thomas. He can feel them lurking close by and is on edge because of it. He wants to protect Thomas from them, but at the same time thinks that he may be overreacting (“I can't get to sleep. I think about the implications” “Especially at night. I worry over situations. I know we'll be alright. Perhaps it's just imagination” “Day after day it reappears. Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear. Ghosts appear and fade away” “Especially at night I worry over situations that I know will be alright. It's just overkill.”

17) Under pressure: This ones a bit hard to decipher, but I’ve got an idea. Virgil really respects and values Patton as one of Thomas’ sides, but the other dark sides seem to disagree. Virgil wishes that they would be able to see Patton in the same way that he does and perhaps then they would be accepted by Thomas (“Watching some good friends screaming "Let me out!"” “Can't we give ourselves one more chance?” “Why can't we give love that one more chance?”). Basically, I think the reason that Virgil was accepted by the light sides was because he understood Patton (love and feelings) and what he means to Thomas. Janus has now shown after being accepted that this could be the case (seeing as he was accepted only when Patton accepted him, the other sides didnt really play a part).

18) Everything is Alright: When reading my thoughts on this song, keep in mind that it is connected to the next song. Virgil basically is very anxious about menial things in life that he shouldn’t be anxious about (“Because I hate the ocean, theme parks and airplanes, Talking with strangers, waiting in line..”). Virgil doesn’t feel like things are okay and he doesn’t feel safe, but he asks the person in the song to tell him that everything is okay anyways. Now a while back, I remembered Joan mentioning in a livestream that Janus would be the one to lie to Thomas about things being alright even when they’re not, so this got me thinking. Perhaps Janus and Virgil got along so well in the past because Janus would lie to Virgil whenever he was having a panic attack in order to calm him down. Virgil may have found comfort in this as lying to himself may have been the only way to escape his episodes (“‘Someday you'll be fine..’ Yes, I'll be just fine.” “Tell me that you're alright, everything is alright. Please tell me that you're alright, everything is alright.”). Idk It just feels like Janus trying to calm Virgil down to me.

19) The Middle: (remember how I said this was connected to the above song? Yep, keep that in mind) So right after the last song, this song began to play and at first I thought the two songs were basically about the same thing. Virgil is anxious and needs reassured that things are okay. This song seemed to have a different tone though. The speaker is reassuring Virgil, but in a different way. They’re not lying to Virgil and telling him just what he wants to hear, but they are feeling with Virgil and comforting Virgil with truth and honesty (“Hey, don't write yourself off yet. It's only in your head, you feel left out” “Don't you worry what they tell themselves When you're away.” “It just takes some time, Little girl you're in the middle of the ride. Everything, everything will be just fine. Everything, everything will be alright.” “You know you're doin' better on your own” “Live right now, just be yourself. It doesn't matter if it's good enough For someone else.” “Don't worry what their bitter hearts Are gonna say”) That’s right. This song is about Patton doing the exact same thing that Janus once did for Virgil only better. Not only that, but he’s reassuring Virgil about his worries regarding the dark sides. That must sting for Janus...

20) Vindicated: I think this song takes place right after Virgil confessed his past to Thomas. He’s scared that Thomas will reject him, but he explains that he’s trying his best to be better for Thomas despite the many flaws he may have (“I am selfish I am wrong. I am right, I swear I'm right. Swear I knew it all along And I am flawed, but I am cleaing up so well”). Despite his fear of rejection he has hope that Thomas will accept him as he’s begun to see things in himself that someone (probably Patton) has seen all along (“Hope dangles on a string, Like slow-spinning redemption” “I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself”).

(And there you have it guys! I realize this one is probably just as long as the last one, so I’m sorry about that 😂. Please let me know your thoughts 💜)

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #ts sanders sides #ts unpopular opinions #ts virgil #virgil sanders #virgil playlist #ts side tracks #side tracks #sanders sides tracks #long post #ts sidetracks

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scholar-for-christ · 4 years ago

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We Can Empty Hell

I made a really cool discovery recently that could revolutionize my prayer life and I wanted to share but it requires a little groundwork for those followers of mine who are less familiar with Catholic teaching.

There are two concepts to explain before I get to my revelation:

Concept #1

There are three “categories” or three parts to the universal Church.

1. The Church Militant: The people on Earth, praying and fasting and suffering for the good of each other and for the souls in Purgatory

2. The Church Suffering: The people in Purgatory who will eventually reach Heaven but need to work off a few minor earthly attachments first

3. The Church Triumphant: The people in Heaven who can intercede for us with God (same way you would ask a relative to pray for you, Catholics believe you can ask a Saint, someone we are as sure as earthly possible are in Heaven, to bring your prayer requests before God)

So it works like this:

Concept #2

God exists outside of time. Time is marked by the passage of the Erath around the sun and the slow rotation of Earth on its axis. Even if Heaven has its own unique way of marking the passage of time, I think we can safely say that God basically created time and thus is free to operate outside of it.

Combining these two concepts, I came to the realization that we, the Church Militant, can in essence empty Hell.

I first came to this realization after watching a video called “God’s Mercy and Suicide” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRaWt4E0r5s) in which Fr. Chris Alar explains that, while the church did once believe that people who committed suicide would go straight to Hell, nowadays we have a better understanding of mental illness and how a person so deeply entrenched in depression or self-hate can by definition not be in a sound state of mind (which is a requirement for the committing of Mortal Sins, the only type of sin that can condemn us to Hell).

Father Alar points out that God and Heaven are outside of our earthly concept of time. Time is marked by the passage of the earth around the sun and the slow rotation of earth on its axis. Even if Heaven has its own way of marking the passage of time, we can confidently say that God created time itself and thus is free to operate outside of it.

How does that tie in with suicide?

There is a moment, between the instant where the person pulls the trigger and the bullet entering that person’s brain. There is a split second of time there, and, being outside of time, God can step into any moment in history and make his presence known.

Survivors of suicide, in fact many survivors of suicide by jumping off the (I think it was the Brooklyn bridge?) bridge profess that the instant he or she jumped, they realized they’d made the wrong choice, that their problems were not as huge and consuming as they’d thought, that life was precious.

So, God can step into a moment and reach out to the hearts of those in despair, but the question is, will that person be open to changing?

God will give us every opportunity to be saved, but there is something intrinsically precious about humanity’s free will, something so precious and important that God will not take from us that gift of free will. He cannot force us to accept him because that would not be true love. But just as we pray to God for the conversion of souls, we can pray that in that moment, a person’s heart may be opened that their fears and doubts be calmed so that they have the strength and courage to take God’s hand, repent, and be saved.

God is outside of time. He hears our prayers outside of the laws and restrictions placed on us by time. Thus, our prayers can be used to intercede for souls in the instant right before their deaths.

But not just for them.

Every human eventually dies. Every human has a moment, whether it be a span of days or only seconds, between their final breath and the moment their soul moves on.

And God lives outside of those days and seconds.

God can step into any day, any minute, any second in time and offer his love… but will the soul accept?

It is their choice, out of their own free will, but with our help, our prayers and sacrifices, our intentions and intercession for their salvation, they might just let him in.

And I’m not talking about just the people we know and love.

I'm talking about...

The pedophiles

The rapists

The serial killers and terrorists

Al Qaida

Nazis

The KKK

Those who manned slave ships, participated in the massacres of indigeonous peoples in North and South America, medieval torturers and tyrants throughout history

Spartans,Romans

Caesar and Herod and all the cruel men and women all the way back to the first murderer, Cain!

We are the Church Militant. We are not here to battle against other souls, to exclude or judge. We are here to face down the real Enemy and to make his defeat complete and total and so devastating a defeat that the only souls left in Hell at the end of time are those of the fallen angels themselves!

Pray..... fast.... fight...

EMPTY HELL

#Faith #mystuff #personal stuff #if ya'll are interested #send me questions about faith topics!#I love explaining Catholic teaching!

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lloydshoulddyehishair · 5 years ago

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Ninjago Soundtracks

so i will be doing a small series? ig you could call it where i give each of the ninja one (or more) soundtrack(s) i think fit them [keep in mind this is how i interpret the characters] since we don’t actually have any themes for them which i find very saddening (i’m a huge sucker for good soundtracks) but oh well you can’t have everything.

i’ll do each soundtrack separately because i think otherwise it would be quite overwhelming.

but fr listen to these tracks i’m gonna list, you won’t regret it

and so we will start out with

Kai

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Doctor Who [Series 4] - The Greatest Story Never Told

okay so this is a pretty long track but it also is very diverse. you got the sad/emotional vibes to it but then it becomes more hopeful and adventureous, then goes back to sounding kind of sad but also very magnificent and then it completely switches to a dramatic-adventurous tune, goes back to sounding calm, etc. - and i love it so much.

i think it portrays kai’s character very well and shows the way he’s evolved over the entire show. the slightly sad sounding parts in the beginning i feel like could portray his hardships he went through as a young child and teenager - being left by his parents, believing them dead, and having to raise his little sister all alone.

when the soundtrack switches over to the adventurous it sounds very energetic, like how he had felt when he started out as a ninja. he had felt like he was on top of the world, wanting to be the best at all costs (example: him wanting to be the green ninja so badly he LITERALLY shut out everyone else)

but then the sound evolves to something magnificent/magical and calming and in my opinion it would really fit his character during the vulcano scene when he saves lloyd because that was when kai realized that he wasn’t the green ninja and he was never meant to be the green ninja but his protector instead. and that is a huge step from the kai we had seen all those episodes before.

but then the track changes once again and we get thrown into a very dramatic but yet adventurous sound which i believe to work really well with kai during the happenings of the great devour. with sensei wu gone, presumed dead, he pushed himself back to the leader role he had stepped back from a bit. not wanting to fail (whether it was himself, his brothers, ninjago or his sensei).

the adventurous track soon transitions into another very calming one and it sounds fairly sad. i place that track to be around the events of the end of season three and the beginning of season 4. losing his brother was the worst thing that could happen to kai (and the whole team) and it pretty much broke them apart. we know that kai blamed himself a lot, telling himself that it should have been him and not zane who sacrificed himself. most probably because of thinking zane’s life (had) held much more value than his. But as the song carries on, so does kai’s character. being stuck on chen’s island with his brothers and knowing that zane was very much a life something in him shifted and the old kai came back but this time much more wiser and brave.

this is where minute 4:25 comes in. the melody gets slower and sounds even more dramatic, powerful and hopeful than before. it mirrors perfectly how kai began to put trust into himself and his team more from then on, how he was willing to do anything for them and that he definitely won’t lose anyone - especially lloyd - to that ghost fucker morro. he’s braver, selfless?er? and wiser than he’s ever been before. facing his worst fears to get his brother back because kai would be damned if they lost him. not after what had happened with zane back then.

later on he finds out his parents are alive and he finds out what had actually happened - and for the first time in years the question of what happened to his parents when he was a kid, that had pagued him for almost the entirety of his life was answered. it was answered and he had his family back. he felt whole again.

over the course of the season kai evolved from a self-centered, hot-headed young teen, who wanted to be the chosen one at all costs even if it meant shutting his team out, to a selfless, wise and brave young man and i think that is perfectly portrayed in this soundtrack.

#damn this turned out really long #i'll tag all of them as #ninjagothemes #so that y'all be able to find them all under one tag once i've posted more #character analysis #ninjago #lego ninjago #Kai Smith #kai ninjago #soundtrack #doctor who #giving ninjago characters the soundtracks the deserve #!!!!!

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clevernewdimension · 6 years ago

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Polaris Part Ten

Parts: Preview, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven (Coming soon!)

Genre: Action, drama, romance, sci-fi, etc.

Paring: Jongin x Character

Word count: 9.3

A/N: After a long time, and update! Please enjoy the part and feel free to message me your feels! Also warning for implied sexual abuse, emotional abuse, incest... yeah... I feel bad for the person going through that in this story... BUT it’s not happening. Just talked about it happened in the past.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder as I look, seeing Chanyeol looking at me. He looks over, a small smirk on his face. He looked tired, even after getting some rest after yesterday's events. Makes sense, hard to rest after something like that. He just smiles, “Trying to replace his Fighter, huh?”

I couldn’t sleep after yesterday. The adrenaline still pumping in my veins. Memories in my mind of how I almost killed Jongin still haunted me as I just nod. If that wasn’t bad, the fact that it seems like everything I’ve ever fought for was a lie still messes with me constantly. “It’s the least I could do after,” I stop, letting my words trail off, though my mind still goes… After I ripped his heart to pieces. After I tried to kill him.

The spare Fighter in front of me, the missing thruster replaced with a brand new spare that was in the the Hanger. Turns out if you say you’re rebuilding a Fighter for Captain Kim Jongin people tend to let you have whatever needed. I had my pick of the litter, and got a brand new one. I look back at the cool metal, making all the adjustments that Jongin liked for his Fighter. I know how he wanted Aryl like the back of my hand. I could have worked on that ship with my eyes closed and a hand behind my back I knew it so well. Making him a new one is going to be relatively easy. It’ll just take a few hours.

I close my eyes, remember seeing him hit the bomber. My heart in my throat in fear as I stared. It felt like an eternity for him to reappear after ejecting. It was hard to keep my eyes on him after that, so the fear was there, under my skin until it was all said and done.

“Jongin doesn’t blame you,” Chanyeol says, sitting down next to me. I should have knows he could see it. How all this was affecting me. “He thinks he’s only alive because of you. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

If anything, that makes me feel worse. Guilty. “I just can’t believe she would do such a thing to her own brother,” I muttered, before taking a step back. I wipe the grease of my fingers, seeing it stain anyways. I frown, looking to the cockpit, “I have to replace the steering wheel with a stick, change the wheels to the smaller ones and put the protective film that he likes on the canopy.” I sigh, looking at Chanyeol. His white irises looking at me with worry. “I’ll just feel a lot better if I get this done. It wouldn’t take long if he wasn’t so damn picky, though.”

“He gets that from his Father,” I hear a voice behind me.

I turn, seeing a pale haired woman, Junmyeon with her. She smiles, and instantly I knew who she looked like. The same smile. The way way their eyes light up. She was stunning, just like Sehun. Etherions usually are. I turn, biting my lip. She looked out of place on the hanger of our transport ship. Tools, grease and the smell of the recently welded metal in the air. She was dressed in a beautiful light blue dress and heeled shoes, her hair braided into two pigtails. Someone that beautiful should be far away from places like this.

“Um… Hello,” I say, feeling incredibly awkward. “I’m Lyra Lang.”

I see Chanyeol hold back a laugh from my awkward introduction. I quickly toss him a glare before looking back at her. She smiles, walking forward. She hold out her hand, “Kim Minjee!”

I stick my hand out, seeing it dirty and calloused, “Um…”

She takes it, shaking it with a soft grip. She smiles at me, “It’s nice to meet you, Lyra Lang.” She smiles, looking at the Fighter behind me. “I take it this will be my son’s new Fighter?”

I nod, looking at it. I felt awkward here. The guilt still rising and I glanced at her again. I wonder if she would have hated me if she knew I almost succeeded in killing her youngest child? I look back to the ship, “He’ll have to paint it himself, though… but it’s the least I can do after… well, everything yesterday.”

She nods, “Is it ok if I stay here while I wait for him to wake up? I know some mechanics don’t care for people to watch them…”

“F-feel free,” I say, feeling my face heat up. “But… don’t be alarmed if you try to talk to me and I don’t hear you. I kind of get into a zone…”

“I don’t want to distract you,” She says with a smile, sitting down on one of the stools by one of the many tall tool boxes. “Besides, I have Junmyeon to talk to. I just wanted to see the woman who saved my son’s life years ago.”

I pause, just staring at her. I hear Chanyeol cough after a few seconds, causing me to look away finally. “Oh… cool,” I say, before turning around. I hear Chanyeol laugh. I elbow him, causing him to fall from his seat. He turns, talking to Junmyeon and Mrs. Kim.

Just as I thought, I got into a zone. I had to wipe down the canopy, making sure it was perfectly clean before putting on the specific film that Jongin likes on it. It’s always a pain in the ass as I sit in the seat, pressing a small plastic square to the inside of the canopy. One side of it was curved, made specifically for this. No air bubbles, as I take a sharp knife around the edges to cut away the excess. After that I change the wheels. Thankfully Chanyeol was there, using the machine to help lift the fighter so I could change the landing gear to the ones with the smaller wheels. Smaller, less weight meant that he could go faster as it’s less overall weight for the whole Fighter.

The biggest pain was the fucking steering stick. I had to deactivate the battery, empty all the fuel and then start so I couldn’t risk electrocution. Then I had to remove the seat with Chanyeol’s help and set down there and start carefully changing the hardware. The wires are specific and if you don’t connect them right, it could make the Fighter go left when they wanted to go right. Cutting the wires, twisting them with the ones that connect to the stick always leaves me with little needle like cuts on my fingers. More uncomfortable than painful really.This is the most important change I was making, so I had to concentrate on it very hard.

After an hour of connecting wires, moving hardware and reconnecting, I smile as I push the stick back and forth. Chanyeol had reconnected the battery for me so I could test it. The horizontal stabilizers moved the way I wanted them to as I moved the stick. I smile. Glad it was done perfectly. I’ve only had to do that a few times, but every time it make me nervous.

I stand, a lot more room after the seat was taken out just in time to see the from the open opening in the hanger, Jongin move, looking and his eyes landing on his mother. He was frozen in the spot, as she looks over, a huge smile on her face. I see tears comes to her eyes as she moves. Jongin bolts towards her, holding her tightly as she cried tears of joy. I smile, crouching and leaning on the edge of the Fighter. It was heartwarming, seeing them reunite.

Jongin mutters something in a language I didn’t know, as she replies back in it. I see his eyes get a little teary before he just holds her closer. She nods, “I’m so proud of you, My little Nini.” She laughs, “Though I suppose I can’t call you little anymore, can I?”

He pulls away, looking and seeing Junmyeon crying, as Jongdae walked in after Jongin. “Minseok,” He asks, looking at their second eldest brother.

“He and the Judicial head are both intrum commanders. He’s been busy nonstop,” He says, smiling fondly, “He’d have it no other way, though, since so many leadership positions are now vacant. You know him, he has to be sure that the universes know that the rest of the Syndicate had no idea about this.”

Jongin nods, “He’s good at it, making sure that everything remains calm.” He looks back at his mother, “Why the hanger, though? I thought you’d rest after traveling.”

“It took three seconds to get here,” She says, shaking her head. She smiles, before looking at me, “Besides, I wanted to meet the woman who saved you years ago, I hear.” She glances over at me, gesturing with her hand towards me, “Then I just got fascinated watching her work.”

Jongin glances over, seeing me the first time since he walked in. I feel my face flush as I just wave awkwardly. Chanyeol chokes on a sudden laugh as I frown, moving and throwing a small screwdriver at him. He dodges easily, still laughing. When I look back, I see Jongin right at the edge, looking up at me fondly.

“You’re making me a new Fighter,” He asks, the softness of his voice making me want to melt. I knew the emotions he held there, their truth and how strong they are now. He just grins at me, and I nod, not sure what else to do.

“Well… yeah. What happens if there is another attack? I’d prefer you to have a Fighter that you’re use to,” I mumble, looking away. My heart beating fast as I had to look away from him. This is bad. I’m not use to feeling like this around him and it was weird and awkward. I felt like I had to act like I normally would, try to push the feelings away for now. “J-just don’t crash this one! I’ve spend hours on it, especially on the fucking steering stick! Now, help me get the seat in so you can take it for a test flight.”

“You’re coming too,” Jongin says, nodding. Part of me wanted to say no, but I knew it was my duty as the mechanic to do so after such extensive changes. He starts to pick up the seat. I move, getting ready to grab it and help lift it in. “Someone has to be there to listen out for something going wrong, after all.”

“Well, you’re useless at it if I’m going to be honest,” I grunt, pulling the seat in side, shifting it into place.

“All I ever expect from you is honesty,” He says with a laugh. I grab the bolt and wrench. The only way to screw it in place is to hang half in the Fighter and out. I could feel my face flush, my butt hanging out as I screw the four bolts in place. I felt weird. I’ve never felt embarrassed about doing this, ever. I pout to myself as I grab the washers and nuts, pushing the release for the latch that leads to the landing gear. I slip, falling out the Fighter and onto my feet, losing balance for a moment. I feel Jongin grab my arm, holding me up as I blush, giving him a small nod of thanks.

“It’s a good thing your so small or else you wouldn’t be able to fit,” Junmyeon says, as I do a rude gesture at him. I look, seeing Mrs. Kim there, feeling embarrassed immediately. I slide into the small opening, stepping on wheel. One hand holding me up to where the bolts are as I start to secure them with the washer and nut for each one. I was an odd angle as I had to hold myself up using the oxygen pipe. Thankfully it didn’t take long as I look, making sure I didn’t damage the oxygen line. I check the oxygen tank, happy that it was about 93 percent full. It’s only used if the oxygen converter in the ship is damaged or if the canopy is damaged.

I get out, scraping my arm as I tumbled out. I frown, seeing a small cut on my forearm.

“You ok,” Chanyeol asks, looking over. If anyone knows the pain of getting constant cuts on your arms and hands over working in mechanics, it’s him.

I just wave him off, walking over and finding a roll of paper towels. I made sure to fold it easily, before placing it on my arm and grabbing the tape, wrapping it around. I smile, happy with my quick bandage as I see Jongin coming back from the rest of the ship, a jumpsuit on and the helmet from the spare in his hands.

“Kyungsoo is going to be so annoyed when he sees that,” Junmyeon says.

“I’m sure he has people in a lot more need that me. I think he’ll be fine if I didn’t go to him over a simple cut,” I say, before Jongin pushes a helmet in my hands. I look at him, pointing, “I swear, if you don’t warn me this time when you go to roll-”

He laughs, smiling, “I will, I promise Lyra.”

I stopped, feeling my heart momentarily stop seeing how he looked at me so fondly. The man before we went on this trip would have been smirking. Said something rude or flirted. Not him now, though. The real him. He looks at me like I’m the light of his life now, and part of me thinks it could be true with how warm I feel right now. I feel my face go red as I just poke him in the chest, “You’re painting it. Base color and all.” I look at Chanyeol, “Mind fueling it?”

He gives me a thumbs up.

I hear Jongin laugh as I feel my heart racing. Part from Jongin and part from going to be in a Fighter again. I quickly get in, putting on my helmet and attaching my oxygen line easily. I bucked myself in as Jongin slides in, doing the same. He connects to the radio.

“Captain Kim reporting to ATC. ATC please reply,” He says, before looking out the windshield. Chanyeol gives him the thumbs up after removing the blocks for the wheels.

“Officer number,” I hear a voice ask, hearing the sound of the woman from before, Jesimine. I could feel a small, bitter jealousy in me. I roll my eyes, pushing it away. He can do what he wants. It’s fine.

Jongin speaks quickly, “0307KJI88.”

“Reason for flight,” She asks, and I could tell she’s being very professional, which I appreciate.

“Test flight. New Fighter and I want to break it in,” He says.

“What changes,” she asks, “Sorry, we have to ask every time there has been a change to a Fighter.”

“New wheels, protection film on the canopy, new thruster and steering stick,” He says, turning the Fighter on, starting to roll out the Hanger of the ship. Right ahead of us was a take off stip, so he drives us to the edge, right in the middle as he waits.

“Just you or is there someone else,” She asks, “Sorry, we’ve been instructed to be incredibly strict about these things.”

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t,” Jongin says, flipping a switch. “Myself and my mechanic.”

“Their name and number?”

“Master Sergeant Lyra Lang, number 0307LLI36,” I say, calmly.

“Permission to fly. Try to give the scrap collection ships some room to work,” She says, “Have a safe flight, Jongin. And off the record, if you’d like something else to ride later-”

“I’m fine, thank you,” Jongin says, cutting her off before taking off.

I grip onto the handle on the back of his seat. The force making me completely lean back. Soon we’re in the air, the speed much more manageable now that we’ve taken off. I look, seeing Scrap collectors trying to get all the metal from the fight. After all, we don’t want to pollute, and that metal could be useful still.

A few passes around the island, I hear him laugh. It makes me smile, knowing how much he loves flying. He always seemed happiest when flying. “Seems to be going well,” He says over the inner comms.

“I guess you should fly it like you want to,” I say. “I don’t want it falling apart on you.”

Immediately we go into a dive. I let out a small yell in surprise, hearing him laugh. He turns, rolling as he moves towards the training area for Fighter pilots. The stone structures that teach them how to dodge. I scream, looking like we were going to hit one only for him to twirl away. He weaves in and out of them easily. The whole time he was laugh as I was clutching the handle tightly. Soon, we were heading back to the base. I felt my stomach rolling.

He lands, leaving the Fighter out of the ship. The canopy lifts, as I quickly unbuckle the belts and strapping the second helmet in the compartment for it. I move, hopping over Jongin who had just turned off the engine as I get on the wing and slip down to the ground. “Sweet ground,” I say, falling and laying on my back. It took everything I had not to puke everything in my stomach up.

Jongin’s laugh made me feel butterflies in my stomach as well as I hear someone land on the ground right next to me. I look, seeing him smiling down at me. He holds a hand down for me, “Come on. Gotta start painting her. Wouldn’t want you in the splash zone.”

“If I puke it’s your fault,” I mutter, taking his hand. He pulls me up, wincing from the pain in his side. I glance at the silver metal of the Fighter. “So,” I say, “Same paint job?”

“Maybe a little different,” He says with a smile.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it I guess. I’m going to get some sleep finally,” I say, stretching.

I see Jongin frown. The worry on his face as he seemed to pout a little, “You didn’t sleep?”

“Well, you know… guilt and stuff,” I mutter, “It doesn’t matter. I know you, don’t feel bad, ok?” I say, seeing him looked shocked I recognized exactly what he was thinking. “I’ll get over it soon. Just… you know, reconnect with your Mom and paint a fighter that’s worth my time to maintain upkeep, yeah?”

My words didn’t take the worry from him. He just places a hand on my shoulder, “I don’t blame you. I never could. You have to know that, right?”

I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I glance at the ground, “But I do.”

“Lyra,” He says, the sound of his hurt voice breaking my heart.

I shake my head, “It doesn’t matter. What matters is we have to figure out what the fuck to do now that… that everything we’ve been fighting for is a lie.”

Jongin opens his mouth, about to try and speak before we hear another voice cut in.

“I take it the fighter is good to go,” Chanyeol says, calling over.

I move, nodding at him before walking away. I made sure to walk a few steps before I let myself wipe the tears away.

Sehun sighs, looking into the eyes of Judge Krims. The man, born and raised on Mars, raised to the highest Judicial position in the Syndicate after 24 years of work. He was fairly stern, his black hair starting to go grey. He wore all black, except on the suit coat was the LEDs that show the red of the judicial branch, along with his name glowing on the left of his chest. He looked at Sehun, eyes unflinching.

Not that he didn’t expect this to happen. He knew that Junmyeon’s station records audio. In an emergency situation, it’s copied off site as well. So, even if he went in and deleted him talking about murdering a once king, he still would have been found out.

Yixing’s hand was on Sehun’s shoulder, touching it softly. The special operative looks at the older made, “Do we have a deal?”

“You want immunity for him in exchange for the proof of corruption,” He asks, looking at Yixing. He sighs, “Well, from the little I know, seems like he would have been executed anyways.”

Yixing nods, patting Sehun’s shoulder. “So? Deal?”

“Only if he also gives up the time manipulator as well,” Judge Krims says. “Give it and the information and I’ll consider this nothing more than misdemeanor protection actions.”

Misdemeanor protection actions can range from assault all the way to murder. A crime that is a misdemeanor protection murder would be something along the lines of killing someone who imprisoned people, an abused spouse killing their husband or wife, or someone killing someone else in self defence. A few years ago, a Syndicate officer was charged with misdemeanor murder charge after killing the prime minister of a planet because he was killing people in order to sell their organs.

Sehun quickly tosses the small bit of metal to the man, “Done.”

A few minutes of contractions and papers, everything set in stone. Only the Judicial head and or a member of the council could see it on his record. Yixing looked at Sehun, smiling. “I’ve gotta be here while this all goes down, but I have a few minutes.”

“Please don’t ask me about Rhys-” Sehun starts, before getting cut off by Yixing’s hand placed over his mouth.

“Your father, Sehun,” He says, quietly.

Sehun feels the familiar bubbling of anger rising in him anytime he thinks about his father. He takes Yixing’s hand, before moving to one of the interrogation rooms. This one looked in on and empty all white room, the lights off. A small table and chairs by the window, pushed forward. Readers and recorders on it. Yixing flicked the lights on, looking at Sehun.

It was quiet. Sehun could hear his own heart beating in his ears as he looked away. He turned his back to Yixing, feeling tears some to his eyes. “What do you want me to say? I regret it? No. I don’t.”

Silence met him still.

“He was an asshole. A disgusting pedophile who hurted everyone around him.” The tears fell as Sehun felt his hands shaking. The sheer force of the anger and shame he was feeling made him feel like the room was closing him on him. For years people thought he was such an amazing person. A family man with the perfect wife and perfect son that he loved just so so much!” He practically spits out, closing his eyes for a moment. “The most beloved ambassador, they called him.” He looked at the wall, covered in black foam so it could dampen the sound of speaking. “They didn’t know what when he came home at night, he’d tie his son up and force him to do sick things. Force ME to do sick things.” He glared, letting out a laugh in anger, “And my mother. She’d just let it happen and try to drink the memories away.” Sehun laughed, a little harder this time. “The story of my mother’s death was it was a tragic accident. It wasn’t.” He turned, looking at Yixing, seeing the spy with tears in his eyes.

In that moment, he didn’t care, though. All the anger he’s held on coming out. The truth no one knew. “She killed herself because she found out she was pregnant with another child. Left a note saying she won’t let him hurt another.”

The anger was uncontrollable, unconsolable now. “Yet she let him DO IT TO ME,” He screamed, flipping the table making it it the glass. It cracked, not shattering thanks to being reinforced. “She stood by while it happened to me. She never cared. She HATED me,” He says, taking a chair and tossing it, watching the metal of it fold in on itself and the foam there tear. Yixing didn’t even flinch, just listened. “I looked a lot like him and she hated me from the moment I was born.” Sehun’s lip quivers, “I killed him. It was so easy,” He says, looking at Yixing. “I just had to wait until he came back. He always comes from a trip and immediately find me. I hid a knife under the pillows of his bed. When he was too busy being an incestious disgusting fuck, I stabbed him. Right in the neck.”

Sehun shakes his head, wiping at the tears, “When they asked, I said someone came in. Attacked us. Since it was only a month after my mother killed herself, I told them I had a night terror and went to him for comfort. They were so fooled by the charade my father put on that they didn’t even question it. Of course he’d comfort his song after his mother died. He couldn’t possible have actually been fucking his own son since I was four.” Sehun looked up at Yixing, “The hardest part of the whole thing wasn’t having to let myself get used by him the last time. It was pretending to be sad at his funeral.”

Sehun stepped forward, “I heard you. Talking about what he did. They took the metal out and I was walking in but stopped. I… I couldn’t let that man live after he hurt you. Hurt Lyra… just like I’ve been hurt.” Sehun just stills, looking up, feeling his throat feel tight as he wipes his eyes. “I couldn’t let the possibility of him hurting either of you again. Be it then or later in life.”

Yixing pulls him into a hug, holding him tightly. “You don’t have to explain it to me, Sehun,” He mutters. “I understand. I promise, I understand.” Yixing just shakes his head, “I got a job where I got to kill men like him for a reason. I needed a way to let out that pent up anger. It’s not exactly healthy, but it works.”

The spy pulls away, wiping the tears off of Sehun’s face. “You’re not a monster. You’re still Sehun. I don’t think of you any differently.”

Sehun nods, and Yixing can’t help but think the Etherion looks younger than usual. Like his age, for once. The layer of armor cracked, letting the pain out after years of pinning it inside.

When he’s like this, Yixing knows that the best thing for him is to try and help someone. Anyone. He presses a kiss to his forehead, “Go check on Jongin. I don’t think he’s going to be doing well. I’ll deal with all this,” He says, guestering to the broken things.

A quick shove out the door was all Sehun needed. He nodded, knowing what he was doing and was thankful for it. It didn’t take to find him, after all, just asking around you’ll get the answer. He’s a fairly well known man, and draws attention even when he doesn’t want it. It took him awhile to walk out there, though. Enough time to collect himself and look presentable. Not like he just broke everything in an interrogation room. He sees him, taping off parts of his Fighter. The base layer a light beige already. Beside him, sitting down on a metal cargo box was a woman. Her hair like his. The Kim’s mother. Junmyeon told him about what Yixing found out. It was just the two of them, oddly enough. Though, the other two Kim’s are very high ranking officers and probably called to work for something. Minseok still in charge, with Judge Krims the actual highest rank. Jongdae was sleeping, having pulled an all nighter helping Kyungsoo the best he could along with the other medical officers.

Jongin looks back, smiling. “Mom,” He says, looking at the woman, “This is Sehun. My flying partner and the best friend anyone could ask for.”

The woman glances over, and smiles. Most people when they see an Etherion for the first time stop and stare, blinded by their beauty. Other Etherions are pretty much immune to the effect. Sehun nods, “Hello. Just… came to check on you.”

Jongin’s smiled twiched into a frown for a moment. Sehun could see he wasn’t exactly fine as he turned away to hide it. “I’m good. Just trying to paint my new Fighter. So much work was put into it by L-” Jongin pauses, looking towards the paints. Sehun could see his back tense, “By Lyra. I should… you know. At least make it descent.”

“Well, you’d never hear the end of it if she thought it was ugly,” Sehun remarks, moving and jumping onto the wing. “Give me the paint. Got to add my mark, you know?”

All flying partners add a mark to each other’s ships. Jongin just smiled up at him, before moving and grabbing the dark blue paint and a small, finer brush. It was handed over, as Sehun laid down, feet dangling off the wing.

“When did you two meet,” Mrs. Kim asks.

“I met this asshole after training was completed,” Sehun says, smirking while popping the top off of the paint. “A few months earlier is… well, the incident. We all heard about him. A newly fresh graduated Flyer, hero to so many. We were paired up to be temporary partners. This dickhead was always playing out of formation, racing off and generally fucking up the plan.”

“Thanks,” Jongin says, sitting on top of the latter.

“I’m not going to lie to your mother,” Sehun says, rolling his eyes. “After we landed, I confronted him. We ended up getting into a bit of a scuffle-”

“That I won,” Jongin says, and Sehun could hear the smirk.

“He did win,” Sehun says, “However, after I told him that just because he was a hero doesn’t mean he gets to act like he’s better than us, he said something that made me really see the actual problem.”

“‘I’m not a fucking hero, stop saying that,’” Jongin says, frowning.

Sehun nods, painting elegant lines easily. “He was acting out because he was… well, traumatized. He needed therapy. So, borrowed a pair of gravi-cuffs-”

“He stole them,” Jongin interrupts.

“Got them on him and proceeded to drag him to Kyungsoo. After telling him what was going on, he assigned Jongin mandatory therapy sessions before he was allowed to even look at a Fighter again.”

“After the first few, I saw that Sehun actually was looking out for me, so I went to him and apologized for-”

“Being a complete dickhead,” Sehun says, nodding. “Then, immediately after, it was choosing partners time. As the stop of both of our groups, he picked first.”

“And I picked Sehun, because no one besides you or my brothers have ever looked out for me the way he has,” Jongin says, nodding. “Best decision I’ve ever made.”

“I think getting Lyra to agree to be your mechanic was the best one you made,” Sehun says, smiling down at his mark. The date they became partners with the symbol he painted on his Fighter. A circle made of small crescent moons.

Sehun sees Jongin tense again. Now Sehun knows that it’s because of her that he was nervous and anxious. He looks over at his mother, seeing her notice it too. She seemed to want to find a gentle approach to the subject.

Sehun doesn’t.

“Why are you so nervous when Lyra is brought up,” Sehun asks, moving so he could see Jongin’s face as he finally finished taping the design out.

Jongin froze, his face pained. He stops, “Did no one tell you?”

“Obviously not,” Sehun says, looking worried.

“My sister… she implanted that nanotech into Lyra again,” He says, moving towards the paint. The inreadecent silver he used to write the name of the people who died that day. He’s memorized them all. He moves back, “She ordered Lyra to… confess that she loved me. To kiss me… then, right when I was happy and thought that she…” Sehun sees him stop, the absolute heartbreak on his face, “my sister ordered her to try to kill me.”

Sehun was stunned. He didn’t know what to say, as he sees his mother look shocked too. Mrs. Kim stayed silent, not exactly knowing what to say.

“When she failed, my sister then instructed her to kill herself,” Jongin says, his hands shaking. He looks at the bandage on his hand. “She was about to plunge the knife into her throat, so instead, I made her stab my hand and knocked her out after I managed to ask the right questions. The ones that circumvent my sisters instructions.”

“Jongin,” Mrs. Kim says, frowning. Sehun looks at her, seeing her eyes tear up too. He can’t imagine what it must be to find out that not only did one of your children almost die multiple times not even 48 hours ago, but the other one was one of the causes of it.

Jongin set the paint down, getting off the ladder. When he turns, tears were in his eyes. “I love her. I have for years. I never said anything. Never did anything about it because I…” He looked down, “Dad made us feel worthless. That unless we stayed with him and did his bidding we would be nothing. No one would love us. No one would care about us. We’d never amount to anything without him. I never said anything to her because for a very long time, I believed it. So I acted like an asshole to her, just to make her feel something for me.” He looks away, “I was scared of this. Rejection. For a moment I was the happiest I’ve ever been.” He says, “But it was a plot by Minjung. She finally saw the one weakness I had and used it and now Lyra was used as a tool of my father’s cruelty.” Sehun could see how tense he was, his hands shaking. All those emotions had to be killing him. He looked at Sehun, “I’ll finish this tomorrow. Can you ask them to put this up?”

Normally, Sehun would press the matter. He would not stop at the distractions Jongin would throw at him. This time, he thought that Jongin deserved some time to take a breather before they come back to this. After everything that’s happened to him these past few days, he deserves not having Sehun making him constantly face the things he’s trying to ignore. Perhaps he’ll even face them himself, without needing him.

“Only if you promise me not to seek the wrong kind of help,” Sehun says.

Jongin knows. He knows Sehun is going to give him time to get his head right on his own for once. To let him stop and think about what to do next. Jongin nods. He wouldn’t have been able to have someone warm his bed tonight even if he tried. “I promise,” He says, looking Sehun in the eyes.

“Mrs. Kim, would you like a tour,” Sehun asks, “I can bring you to Minseok and make him take a break for once in his life.”

She nods, sensing the want to be alone from her youngest son. “Sure,” She says. She stops before Jongin, smiling and kissing him on the cheek. “See you for dinner,” she asks, looking at him.

He nods, a small smile. The woman before him looks exactly like she did when he was younger. Etherions are beautiful, that is no doubt, but they stay that way too. They live quite a long while, about 200 years, no matter how much is in you, you’ll live that long. They looked as young as they did when they’re 25 all the way until they turn around 180. After that, they look in their forties in human years until they pass. It felt like she never left, for a moment. Jongin’s smile falters a moment. He wishes she never did. He wishes she would have taken them with her. “Sure. I love you, Mom,” He says, hugging her tightly. She was smaller than him, but taller than the average human. He can’t help but wonder if his sister would have turned out differently if she wasn’t left all alone with their father.

“I love you too,” She says, smiling.

Jongin turns, wanting nothing but to sleep and forget about everything for a bit. The weight of the thoughts and emotions taking a toll on him.

Minjee sighs, looking at Sehun. “He’s not ok,” She mutters softly. “I can feel it.”

“Me too,” Sehun mutters. “That’s to be expected, though, given what he’s just been though.”

“But that doesn’t make it any easier to watch,” she mutters sadly.

“No, it doesn’t,” Sehun agrees, looking back and seeing Jongin entering the building that he’s staying in.

Feeling my body suddenly move made me jump, fist moving before I could even take into account what was happening. A hand catches mine and I look around, seeing Jongdae just outside my room. He frowns, glaring at the person who was literally holding me captive.

“You could have been nicer,” He says, “She’s not a criminal, she’s just being questioned.” He looked angry, the dark circles under his eyes making him look mean.

The people holding me stop, both looking like humans, though probably from Mars. Their uniforms show the name of the Martian Syndicate base, meaning they are here with the head of the Judicial branch of all of the Syndicate.

My head feels like it’s pounding as I try to rub the sleep from my eyes, “Can I change first?” I look, seeing myself in my usual pajama wear. A thin strapped top and pretty short shorts are not exactly what I want to be wearing around the base. They nod, but don’t move. “Can you at least turn the fuck around?”

“No can do,” The man to my left says, Wystrian pink eyes looking at me.

“Fuck off,” I mutter, but change anyways. I decided against the uniform, instead going for jeans and a tee that had the Syndicate badge on it, and the name of the base I came from on the back. I managed up put my hair up and slip on some socks and shoes before I was being dragged out the room, my hands cuffed behind me.

“That’s a bit much,” Jongdae says, clearly pissed at how this was being handled.

“Precautionary,” The man says, keeping one hand on the cuffs at my back and the other on my shoulder, leading me where he wants me to go. “After all, she did attack another officer.”

“Have you not been paying attention,” Jongdae hisses at him, face getting redder in anger.

“But we don’t know that for sure yet,” The man says, “I’m not going to be liable if she attacks someone else.”

The other officer hold the door open, their dark skin glimmering in the sun. Their eyes pure white, looking at me and nodding. I wasn’t familiar where they are from, but they’re definitely unique. Like they had gold glitter embedded in their skin, it was stunning, honestly.

I just ignored everything, letting myself get taken into the main building. After a while, I was finally allowed to sit down. The cuff removed as I look up, seeing a man ahead of me. He looked stern, unflinching as I just leaned back against the chair.

“Master Sergeant Lang,” He says, hands on top of a file. I see my name at the corner. Obviously he would look into me after everything that went down. Best to be safe, I suppose. I look, noticing that we are the only ones in the room before looking at him.

“Executive Judge Krims,” I say, nodding.

“We’re here to discuss a few things,” He says. He’s a no nonsense type of person from what I’ve heard, so probably best to just listen to him. “As you know, we have what we call a truth serum. However, we can not force people to take it without probable cause. I’m going to ask if you are willing to do so of your own volition in order to help the Judicial officers understand what is going on.”

From one of his pockets, he produces a ember liquid. I’ve heard about this serum. The closest thing to magic that exists, in my mind. I nod, “Sure, if it will help.”

He hands it to me, and I take the lid off of the small glass vial. I take it all in one do, tasting the bitter rancid flavor. I swallow it as quickly as possible, “Ew,” I say, my face scrunched up in disgust.

“Are you Lyra Lang from Tribil,” He asks, as I notice the lights getting a bit dimmer.

“Yes sir.”

“You joined the Syndicate in order to help the people?”

I shake my head, “Not initially,” I say, the words flowing freely. “It was just to get off of Tribil and never look back. Only after that did I come to care about helping people.”

“When did you become aware of the truth of the Syndicate,” He asks.

“Yixi- Captain Zhang told me about it in our ship after he made sure it was safe to speak in,” I say, looking him in the eyes, “After, he gave me the infochip with all the information and told me to hide it since he said no one would expect me to have it. I hid it on one of the blades of my ceiling fan, and then got coins that weighed about the same and taped those on the other blades of the fan.”

“That was smart,” He nods. “Are you aware of the markings used in Tribil in order to control and sexual abuse and rape them?”

“Yes sir,” I nod, “I had one.”

“For leaving, like all other Tribians?”

“For working as… well, a prostitute, I suppose you’d say,” I say, feeling my face get red from embarrassment.

“Why?”

I was relieved I didn’t feel any amount of judgement coming from him. Which, really, is odd given he is a judge. “It was that or starve. I didn’t know, not really. I was nine, and they told me it would be servant work for food. They lied.”

The man nods, writing something down, “And no one knows this because of the mark?”

“They command us not to say anything after getting the mark. You have to get it in order to leave Tribil as a Tribian.”

He nods, “And this mark is what is used to have to attack Captain Kim?”

Hearing him mentioned made me pause. The memory of my trying to stab him and the look of betrayal on his face. I nod, “I was ordered by his sister to kill him. If I couldn’t, I was ordered to take my own life.”

“Why you,” He asks, looking me in the eyes again.

“Because she knows Jon-Captain Kim is… is in love with me,” I say, feeling my eyes well with tears. “She wanted to make it as painful as possible for him.”

“He managed to stop you, then? From killing him as well as yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Why have her own brother killed?”

“It was a operation called Clipped Wings,” I say, nodding, “The Syndicate were killing Krytons at a faster than expected pace. Soon we’d go looking and brought the fight to them, only to discover the truth.” I wipe my face with my hands from nerves. “So, the upper commanders besides… well, you, thought of plans to kill those who are the best at it. Captain Kim is the best Fighter pilot in this or any galaxy,” I say with a small smile, “I’d bet on it. For them, someone that good was a detriment to their plans.”

Krims looks up at me, a bit of a curious look. “How do you know he’s the best?”

I smile, “He thinks he’s clever, but I know he’ll get hit by laser cannons on purpose. Just enough for a superficial surface repair. In order to see me.”

“How can you tell?”

“I’ve been in a ship with him,” I say, “I’ve seen him fly. If he doesn’t want to be hit, he won’t be. It’s like he reacts faster than everyone else out there.”

“What’s your relationship with Captain Kim?”

“I.. I’ve been his mechanic for years. Friend now that he stopped acting like an asshole.” I smile to myself, “And I…” I stop shaking my head to myself, “Fuck… I love him. The idiot.”

He smiles, and I see the serious fading a bit. It seems as if he’s calming down for now. Seems like he knows I am not a threat.

“Did you know the truth about the Syndicate creating Krytons before Yixing told you that day?”

“No sir,” I say, shaking my head. “If I knew, I would have left the Syndicate.”

“And not tell anyone?”

“No one would believe me with no proof. It would have been brushed off and the other Commanders would have had someone assassinate me in order to stop me from telling everyone.” I shrug, “It would have been best to try to get from out of territory under the Syndicates control and then say something.”

He nods, opening the file. I see a hologram pop up from a flat hard drive. I see the face of a man pop up, his hair long and wild, looking as if it was taken via security footage.

“Do you know this man,” He asks, looking at me closely.

I shake my head, “No sir.”

“He’s a murderer and black market smuggler,” He says, “Are you sure you don’t know him?”

“I’ve never seen him as far as I know,” I say looking up, “I take it he worked on Tribil?”

He nods, “He’s a wanted man who was seen on Tribil, thought it was worth a shot.” He looks at me, “Are you with us? Against the upper management who made the Krytons?”

“Hell yes I am,” I nod.

He nods, smiling, “Then you are free to go. I apologize for the rough treatment. I’d rather be safe than sorry. There is someone still hiding on the base who’s still working for them.”

I stop, remembering when I was awaken to having the mark again. Seeing Minjung smirking at me after reactivating my tattoo. The man with her. “Yser. Have you found Yser? He was the one who got the marks on me and Minjung I don’t know his last name.”

He stopped, looking at me with wide eyes. He takes a radio from his side, I was him walk out, talking into it as he moves quickly. “I need every Judicial protection officer to go and find Yser Dimitrl. If he gets violent, stop him.” I look over, seeing Jongdae walk in, along with Minseok.

“Am I free to go?”

Minseok nods, looking at me with a smile. “You have just uncovered our spy.” He says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Also...love him, huh?”

“I’m not afraid to punch you,” I say, looking at him.

He just laughs, “I’m just happy for you that you’re admitting your feelings.”

I roll my eyes, leaving him behind me as I see him immediately taken to do more work. I turn, seeing Jongdae who looked calmer. “Sorry,” He says, “At least they let me be there for the rude awakening.”

“I appreciate it,” I nod, yawning. “What time is it, anyways?”

“Seven in the morning,” He steps beside me as we start to leave the main building. “From what I know, you’ve been asleep for about a day and a half.”

“Fuck,” I say, whining. “I guess I should get actual food.”

Jongdae smiles, “Probably. Go ask Kyungsoo if he’ll cook something for you.”

“Isn’t he still busy?”

“Probably, but he likes to cook because it gives him a chance to relax,” He says, “I, unfortunately, have a lot of paperwork to do. Take some of the burden off Minseok.”

I frown, “He ok? Not overworking himself?”

“We just convinced him to go get some sleep for the first time just an hour ago,” He shakes his head, “We Kim’s love to overwork ourselves. Find it hard to rest sometimes if we know something is to be done.”

“You need sleep too, don’t you?”

He smiles, “I will after I do some of this paperwork. You have my word.”

“Be a shame if I have to hunt you down and carry you to bed,” I say, pointing at him.

“Any other time I’d LOVE to hear a woman say that to me,” He laughs, shaking his head as he waved, leaving and going back in the building.

I turn, looking at the rest of the base from here. I stretch, rubbing my neck before heading back to my room. I grab my reader, along with my personal info chip and tied my hair up as I moved.

Walking off base, it was like the island became a whole new world. News about the Syndicate everywhere, people angry and feeling betrayed. I know that a statement and press conference already happened, looking at my reader as I was waiting at a local diner for breakfast. Apparently it was worse, people at the fences of the base practically rioting. Not that I blame them. I feel used too.

That calmed down after Minseok spoke about how those involved were being delivered the justice they deserve, no matter their ranking. Nothing happening to Tribil yet, but the Syndicate should restore people that are trusted to power. Four positions on the council to fill, the only one still occupied is Krim’s, the head of the Judicial branch.

I sip my coffee, looking out my window to see the beach just forty feet away. The head of Science will probably go to Izzya M’bai. Her discoveries of nano tech and thus, the creation of EVO-Blood has saved many lives. She could be a shout for the Medical head, but she’s always been a scientist first and foremost.

I feel something move as I look over, seeing Mrs. Kim smiling at me as she shoots in. I look over, seeing Sehun and Jongin. My heart felt like it climbed in my throat after what just happened. What I just admitted.

Sehun lifts his foot, pressing it to my hip and side and slides me over before I could do so. He looked like he just got out the shower, hair still damp. Both of them pressed in the more casual uniforms, a pair of large pants with many pockets and a Syndicate shirt. Jongin’s hair looks like he just woke up, which is pretty much guaranteed since he loved to sleep in.

“What are you thinking about,” Mrs. Kim asks, looking at me.

“Who are going to be the new council members,” I say, as I see Sehun take the stand up tablet and start to order his food from it.

“Word I hear is Yixing is in contention for the head of defence,” Jongin says, his voice a bit gravely. He’s definitely was pulled out of bed.

Sehun pushes the tablet to them, as I rest my face against my hand. He looks over, “Political, Medical, Science, Defence…”

“Tryko Nvers, Joanna Lynch, Izzya M’Bai,” I say, looking over at Sehun’s curious look. “My three guesses.”

“And defence,” Mrs. Kim says, looking at me.

I shrug, “That one is always more complicated…”

“Something tells me if we put Minseok in that position, all of the rest of the galaxies will be angry,” I say, looking at her. “Perhaps in a few years, but for now, it’s best not to.”

“True,” Sehun says, “The people on the island have called down, but there are still a lot of riots.”

“Which is why we have to find everyone involved and show everyone that we are not going to let their treachery stand,” Jongin says. “I wouldn’t be shocked if they executed the commanders involved.”

“Broadcast it too,” Mrs. Kim asks, looking at her son.

He nods, “It would show everyone that these people are not what the Syndicate are about.”

“That’s true, it… fuck,” Sehun says, looking out, his eyes wide.

I turn, seeing a ship slowly landing. The gold insignia on the side of the spacecraft made my blood boil. The triangle with a pick on the inside, the symbol of Tribil. Above it, was a crown.

The Royal crest.

I stand, moving quickly. I hear Jongin call out my name before I move, running as fast as I could. My feet going the quickest way possible back on base, to the landing strip.

It can’t be.

I see the doors open, a small troop of soldiers. All in gold and black. Their uniforms ornate, the spears they hold looking more for ceremony than actual combat. I feel someone grab my arm, before I see Jongin standing next to me. I look back, seeing Mrs, Kim and Sehun running too.

When I turned back, I saw him.

He was tan, unlike his father. Tall, with his black suit with golden accents. On his head a gold crown on top of his black hair. His eyes unlike his father’s too. Still the Jurist black, the the irises are silver. He was imposing, threatening.

Memories flood to my mind, a teen smiling cruely as he ordered me around. Seeing him go from that to a young man, all the while as cruel as ever. I fought back tears as I see Minseok and Krims walking up, both looking surprised by the sudden visit.

“Welcome to Earth, your highness,” Krims says. No warmth in his voice at all. “Surprised by your sudden visit.”

“My people are worried,” He says, voice deep. “I wanted to come and find out answers. Had I known that this base was in a place like this, I would have prepared to enjoy a vacation after all our ordeals are set.” He looks at Minseok, “After all, you are letting the murderer of my father go free. For this I can not let stand.”

“Let’s talk, then,” Krims says, “We have much to discuss.”

Theo Rhys looks around, eyes meeting mine. I see the faintest of smiles on his face. He looks away, nodding and following after them, his guards walking behind. I hear his voice, loud and clear as he speaks, “While were here, I’d like to you tell every Tribian in this galaxy they are to return to Tribil until further notice.”

I felt it. The deep fear I’ve never felt since I left Tribil. A different kind of fear, as I move, walking away, shaking my head. I feel someone grab me, before turning me. I see Jongin, his face angry.

“Lyra,” He says, “I won’t let him take you. I won’t. You won’t go back, I swear.”

Before I could stop myself, I started to just sob into his shoulder, clinging onto him. “I c-can’t Jongin! I can’t go back! They’ll use me again!”

“They don’t know we know,” He mutter quietly. “They won’t get you. They won’t get Yixing. I’ll do anything I have to do in order to stop it.” He makes me look him in the eyes, “I promise, Lyra. Iz wha tri monsil, tri kree tu mo.”

“What?”

“Etherion,” He says quietly, “It means ‘It is my promise, my swear to you’. Etherions say that as a vow that they are going to do whatever the task is or die trying.” He nods at me, “You are never going to Tribil again while someone like that is in power. While a system like that is in power.”

I cling to him, my forehead in his chest as I just cry my heart out. I’m sure people must have been looking at us weird, but it didn’t matter. Jongin just held me through it all, making sure I wasn’t alone when I needed someone the most.

#exo fanfiction #exo scenarios #jongin fanfiction #jongin fanfic #kai fanfic #kai fanfiction #there will be smut eventually im just making y'all wait for it

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globrights · 6 years ago

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do you have any theories for the roommate that dee burned alive? ive been thotting about that

omg okay like fr actually i have literally went Deep into thought about this before and i wrote it in my notes and was planning on shoving it in some angst fic for some reason but we all know that’s never gonna happen so here it goes (caution warning for some abusive(?) language and violence):

it’s dee’s junior year of college and she’s having the time of her life going out to parties and drinking and she goes to a lot of these parties with her roommate and they have a lot of fun together and she’s pretty but dee doesn’t feel threatened by her for some reason and dee also doesn’t feel the need to see her roommate as inferior to make herself feel better about herself and it’s so, so nice

one night they get drunk and wake up in the same bed... naked

they brush it off and laugh and pretend it’s all part of the college experience!! who doesn’t drunkenly hook up with their roommate anyway!!

but then it happens again. and again. once when they’re sober, and then once again when they’re drunk

it becomes a regular thing and dee can’t help but notice that sex with men has never felt this good. has never been this fulfilling. dee’s roommate says it’s just a casual thing, nothing serious, and dee agrees because she’s not a lesbian, she can’t be a lesbian

but it begins to feel a bit to dee like they are dating, and dee’s falling in love with her roommate, and she thinks her roommate feels the same way but is just lying about it like dee is

she isn’t

her love turns to obsession which morphs into possession and dee gets upset whenever her roommate “ditches her” to hang out with a friend, or study with a classmate. dee starts to get irrational about it. she starts thinking maybe she’s doing something wrong and that’s why her roommate doesn’t like her enough. maybe she made the mistake of letting her guard down and being herself

so she starts to change... into what she thinks her roommate might like most, which is, well, her roommate. because why wouldn’t anyone like themselves more than anyone else, right? so she starts shopping at the same places as her roommate, but somehow those shopping trips end with her getting the exact same clothes as her roommate, the exact same shoes, anything she can find, really

when she can’t find something her roommate owns she steals it from her drawer directly and when she puts those things on... she feels complete for a moment

dee’s roommate starts dodging dee more and more and they stop hooking up altogether and dee is freaking out about it... she starts following her roommate in secret instead of going for her classes and one day she sees her roommate bring a girl back to their apartment

she catches a brunette with her hand down her roommate’s pants and she screams bloody murder

the third party gets out because she’s been seeing dee’s roommate for a while (dee only finds this out after she’s been institutionalized) and knows she does not want to get in the middle of this

dee and her roommate get into a huge fight. dee accuses her of cheating, her roommate reminds her that they were never dating and sleeping together was just supposed to be a casual thing for fun, she doesn’t like dee romantically, and dee has no right reacting the way she is

so in a fit of rage, fury, heartbreak, solemn, and the desire to take down a bitch who crossed her, dee goes to grab the gasoline she has stashed in her room and she starts dousing her roommate with it, who expectedly freaks out and tries to get dee to stop

“why are you doing this, cut it out, dee!” “shut up, you goddamn bitch!” she seethes between tears, and then kicks her roommate in the shin. she falls to the ground. “maybe this’ll teach you not to be such a fucking slut!”

she lights the first match and drops it, watching as the fire spreads and her roommate, who’s screaming, tries to crawl and roll around to put out the fire. she’s crying, just like dee is, except while dee’s tears fall quietly hers fall with her desperate, begging, her voice retched as she apologizes, over and over and over, saying she’ll do whatever dee wants if she lets her go

but it��s too late. dee can only laugh at the ashes of her broken heart. maybe they can join her roommate in a minute

she lights another match, and another, and then suddenly someone’s bursting through the doors and it’s dennis, who’s coming over unannounced again, who has no one to eat lunch with again

“oh my god, dee, what the hell did you do?”

she tries to shove him away but he grabs onto her and drags her out; the gasoline got all over the floor too and the fire is spreading

dennis calls the fire department

as they wait dee hugs dennis tighter than she’s ever cared to and sobs hard and ugly into his chest and for once he keeps quiet and... lets her

dee’s roommate survives the fire, and has third degree burns to show for it

dennis lies to the cops and claims that dee’s roommate set herself on fire because she was obsessed with dee and did it out of anger

but then witnesses come forth and there’s footage of dee buying a gallon of gasoline and when her roommate wakes up for the tell-all her fate is sealed

dee tries to repress most of the incident after she leaves a free woman; she tells herself it’s a college experiment gone wrong, just stuff most straight women who aren’t psychotic go through

she represses her sexuality even more, and tells herself throughout every dissatisfying hook up that she’s straight and that’s good because the alternative now terrifies her

it continues to terrify her for the next twenty years, and the fears refuse to fade

#ask #i don't even know WHAT this is #dee reynolds #iasip #why dee is a repressed lesbian lmao???#and also why dee set her roommate on fire i guess #idk if this is a theory list or fic LMAO #twins #Anonymous

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pitchtocontact · 6 years ago

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third eye

im gonna try my hand at a star trek au, because...i love star trek. and misawa.

i haven’t planned this all out yet, but i want to write it in a few parts, so here’s the first one. it’s more of a preface than an actual chapter, laying out some groundwork.

When all you’re left with is nothing, danger turns into a foreign concept. That’s the kind of attitude you’ll need if you’re thinking of joining the Medical Emergency Evacuation Service. Come hell or high water, they’ll be there when you call.

tw for graphic depictions of major injury.

Eijun is ripped from sleep by the blaring wail of a red alert siren, his sleeping quarters suddenly pulsating red from the warning light above his door. As he sits up, he feels an unfamiliar tremble from the ship, the glass of water he had set on his nightstand rattling for a moment before settling.

Unnerved, he throws his covers off and darts toward the comm unit attached to his wall. The display is awake with the words RED ALERT slowly gliding across it in a loop, the phrase spelled out in several languages following it. He hadn't been paying much attention when he was given the tour of the ship and shown how to use the device by the security officer, too excited about getting to their destination to care all that much, but in this moment he very much wished he had. He taps the screen a few times, but there is no apparent change, the warning message staying put under his finger. Feeling a little foolish, he says “Computer, report,” but this too yields no forthcoming response.

As he stands there willing the device to work, another tremble rocks the ship, this time strong enough to force Eijun to take a steadying step behind himself so he doesn't fall. Directly following the motion comes the unmistakable sound of the ship’s hull moaning under some unknown pressure. Fear sweeps through Eijun like wildfire as the alert switches from a siren to a voice.

“Warning, collision alert. Brace for impact. Collision to occur in: 45 seconds. Warning, collision alert. Brace for impact. Collision to occur in: 40 seconds.”

Suddenly out of breath, Eijun gasps. He whips his head around, trying to locate the place where he is supposed to brace for impact in the deep ominous red light his room is bathed in. Seeing none, he scrambles for his door and bursts into the ship's main hallway as the alert tells him he has 30 seconds to find something to hang onto. What's safe to hold onto? Should he brace himself in a doorway like an earthquake drill? Or is he supposed to stay in the open because he's in spa--

“Eijun!” He hears from behind him, interrupting his thoughts. He turns to find his mother rushing toward him, his father close behind. They look just as disheveled as he probably looks, no doubt woken violently by the alarms as he had been.

25 seconds.

“What's happening? What do we do?” He says in a rush. There's a steady flow of panicked people rushing in both directions as they stand still in the hallway. “Which way do we..”

“Hell if I know,” his father grumbles, pushing Eijun and his mother in the direction they had been going at a slow jog, joining the flow of people deciding to go in the same direction. Eijun hopes it's the right one.

20 seconds.

“Eijun, where is Wakana?” his mother asks.

A jolt of panic shoots down his spine. “I...don't know! I don't remember her room number!” He looks around as though she might appear out of nowhere, but she does not. “Mom we have to find her!” He turns around to go back the way they’d come, but his father grabs him roughly around the shoulders and turns him back around.

“We can't--”

15 seconds.

“--look for her now. Let's hope she's ahead of us,” he says, and it's the first time he's ever heard his father sound so desperate. Wakana is part of their family, his father considers her as close as a daughter. He's just as worried as Eijun, so he obeys his father's order and begins jogging faster.

A countdown begins as the 10 second mark is reached, and the ship is hit with another wave of unsteady trembles. Dead ahead, people are piling into a standard close-range transport shuttle, the kind they had used to travel from Earth to the ship. They run in, jumping the small gap where the shuttle is attached to the ship by some kind of flexible rubber Eijun had commented looked like an accordion when they’d first arrived. A security officer stands at the door, hand braced over the hatch control, waiting until the last moment to shut the compartment door, allowing as many people on as he can.

“Closing in 3, 2, --”

“Wait!” A panicked yell draws everyone’s attention, and Eijun sees Wakana and her parents running with another group of people trailing behind her. They’re further down the hall. Far enough to make Eijun’s stomach turn sour. “Wait for us!” She yells.

The collision countdown reaches 5 seconds, and Eijun whips around, jumping back onto the ship to reach Wakana’s outstretched hand.

“Eijun, no!” He hears his mother cry, and then she screams, because the security officer pulls the door hatch, closing it in an instance and cutting off her anguished pleas.

“Mom!” He turns back around and bangs on the sealed airlock door that closed along with the shuttle. He hears the shuttle detach just as Wakana runs into him, grabbing at him desperately. A moment later, her parents shove them to the ground, covering them. Bracing them.

“2, Brace for immediate impact.”

A moment of stillness and calm washes over them as everyone braces, a collective breath held from all who did not enter the shuttle in time.

Then, chaos. An explosion of sound surrounds them as they’re flung from their prone position and slammed into the nearby wall. Someone’s elbow jabs directly into Eijun’s eye, but before he even has time to scream out in pain, he’s flung again to the ground and a pain he has never experienced rattles through his entire right arm. He takes a gasping breath, but that too hurts in a way he’s never felt. He can do nothing but lay there, being slammed around by whatever they’re colliding with, getting more injured with every passing second. The metal grating on the floor slices every bit of skin it touches as he slides across it over and over, his clothes shredding into strips. He feels it when his ankle breaks, but has no more capacity for pain, he simply acknowledges that it happened.

After what feels like a lifetime of torture, the relentless onslaught of collisions dissipates, and he’s left lying facedown, his nose scraped raw and bleeding from the grating. He can tell he hasn’t lost his vision, but still he cannot see anything. Everything around him is dark and silent. He hears no voices, but he’s not making any sound either, so he doesn’t think about it too much.

Another wave of trembles has him closing his eyes and tensing in a useless attempt at bracing himself again, but they aren’t nearly as violent. Whatever hits them this time only has enough impact to turn Eijun from facing down to facing up so that he’s looking at the ceiling. In an odd moment of awe, he sees that it’s not actually dark in the ship, it’s still running on emergency power, dim yellow lights illuminating the hallways just enough to not be pitch dark. He stares up, blinking lazily, unable to even turn his head. Small tremors keep rocking the ship, and with each small movement, his injuries scream at him, his breath hitches, and his muscles tense involuntarily.

Someone far away from him coughs once, followed by a choking sound, and then silence. He can barely hear it. It’s the only sound he hears for the next hour. He wonders why his body is waiting so long to pass out. He’d love to sleep right about now, but his pain keeps him from doing just that. He decides to simply stare straight up, and count how many times he blinks until something happens.

122 blinks later, something happens. A buzzing sound directly above him, or maybe slightly to his left, he can’t be sure. It buzzes for a time. It buzzes for 11 blinks. Then, the awful screeching sound of warping metal.

Voices follow that sound, which is the last thing Eijun expects.

“Could you cut a bigger hole next time, jackass? I can barely squeeze through here,” an exasperated male voice says where the buzzing noise had come from. The voice wasn’t speaking in Standard or Japanese, so Eijun was having trouble understanding. After thinking on the sounds for a moment, he recognized it as English.

“Not my fault you’re getting fat,” replies another male voice in English. “Life signs?”

“Scanning,” says the first. “Shit, right here. Like, right here, Miyuki. This guy.”

A silhouette obscures his view of nothing, and then suddenly the brightest light he’s ever seen assaults his eyes, shooting pain up into his head. He clenches his eyes shut.

“Conscious, responsive to basic stimuli,” the same voice states, presumably to whoever Miyuki is, although he’s still facing Eijun. He hears the beeping of a tricorder roaming over his body, followed by a small gasp. “Damn, he’s critical. We need to beam him out, now.” He feels something being clipped to his shirt.

“Medical, this is Alpha sweep. Crit coming your way, acknowledge,” not-Miyuki says into a communicator, speaking in Standard this time.

“All clear, Alpha sweep, ready to receive, over,” he hears, the tinny voice coming out of both their communicators.

His view fills with a shiny haze, and suddenly he is no longer on the dark ship. He’s vaguely aware that he’s just been transported somewhere, but he still can’t see anywhere but straight up, and straight up is just more lights, so he closes his eyes. A rush of movement around him, and suddenly his body is being moved. He can’t take it. The pain shoots through his body and it feels a million times worse, somehow, like it was all happening at the same time, in this single moment. His head throbs and he feels his body go through huge waves and numbness and unbearable pain over and over.

“He’s seizing!” someone above him shouts. “Brace him down gently, he has a lot of fractures.” Strange strips of cloth are placed over his chest and knees. He hears an alarming number of hypospray hisses, but feels none of them. However, shortly after he hears them, he feels his pain dissipate dramatically. He lets out a deep sigh.

“Good, good. Deep breaths.” More tricorder beeps. “Minor. Convulsions stopped after 10 seconds, responding positively to medication. Alright, let’s get you attached to a drip.” The ceiling above him starts moving, and then stops moving. Someone lifts his left arm and roughly taps into the crook of his elbow a few times before he feels a prick in the same spot. Something gets clamped to his middle and index fingers. “I bet you’d like to sleep right about now, huh? Well my friend, you’re in luck. I’m the sandman,” a happy voice says, before another hypo hits his neck and the world floats away.

#fic?#misawa #miyusawa #star trek au #sawamura eijun #miyuki kazuya #daiya #daiya no a #ace of diamond #daiya no ace

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