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live-from-flaturn · 20 hours ago
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The Final Chapter Is Up
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The Care and Keeping of Weird Guys
by disast3rtransp0rt
AO3 | 2,092 words | T rating
Summary:
Chay once read online somewhere that you can lure skittish cats back home with blankets that smell like their favorite human. Looking down at the huge ergonomic beanbag and blanket he has 'casually tossed' (very carefully positioned) near the corner of his room where Kim pretends he isn't Edward Cullen for 1-2 hours every night, he crosses his fingers that the same tactic will work on his adorable not-quite-burglar/not-quite boyfriend. --- On a mission to gather information about Kinn's newest bodyguard and his Father's strange behavior as of late, Kim stumbles upon one (totally not adorable beyond all reason) boy who poses a couple problems. The first is that he's a major security risk if Porsche shares intel. The second is that Kim can't stop thinking about him.
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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 10 hours ago
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Sugar & Spicy Books FINAL Chapter 8
Summary:  Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?
Warnings:  language, smut
Previous chapter
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13 months later
Y/N stared at the stick in her hand.  The black dots continued to blink, and she could feel her nerves making her more jittery than she already was.  Today was her wedding day.  Bucky had asked her to marry him shortly after their conversation about their future over a year ago, and as much as she was nervous about getting married since her first marriage hadn’t gone well, she was sure about Bucky.  She loved him, she loved Autumn, and she loved their new life together.  When he had told her he wanted a child with her, her heart felt like it soared, and all the questions she had about them and their future had disappeared.
She had stopped taking her birth control pills without telling him, wanting to see how well her body would adjust to weaning off of them.  It took a while, and for a moment she was worried, but lately she had been feeling off, and missed her most recent period.  So here she was, hiding in the bathroom as Autumn and Winnie were getting ready on the other side of the door.  
Y/N put the stick down, covering her eyes with her hands.  Staring at it wouldn’t make it go faster.  She waited, breathing deeply as she tried to calm herself.  It was okay if it was negative, but there was a big part of her that knew she wanted it to be positive so badly.  She uncovered her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, inhaling deeply, before looking back at the stick on the counter.
Pregnant.
She gasped and grabbed it, holding it close to her face.  She shook it out like that would somehow change things, and when it didn’t, she huffed out a silent laugh and looked at herself in the mirror.  Pregnant.  With Bucky’s baby.  And they were getting married today.  Her hand drifted down to her stomach, cradling it gently as if a bump would magically appear in the next few seconds.  It was happening. Y/N composed herself before washing her hands and leaving the bathroom, hiding the test in her dress pocket for later.
The ceremony was beautiful and small, with only a few of their closest family members and friends there.  They had both cried as they read their vows, and Y/N had vowed to Autumn to be the best mother she could possibly be for her.  She didn’t tell him about the baby yet, and instead focused on having fun on her wedding day.  The small group danced, sang, ate, and enjoyed their time together.  At the end of the night as they said goodbye to Autumn, who was staying with Winnie, to go on their honeymoon, they got settled into Bucky’s car and drove off to the sound of whoops and hollers from their high school friends.
They caught a flight to Puerto Rico, settling into their rented house, all courtesy of Y/N’s alimony, a fact that they both took a lot of pleasure in.  After a day of rest from hours of traveling, Y/N got ready for the day.  She holed herself up in the bathroom again, having grabbed a second test before they left the States.  She just wanted to be sure before telling him and getting his hopes up.  She waited for the second test results, smiling widely when it read the same as the first.  She put it in her pocket before leaving the bathroom.
When she entered the bedroom she started laughing, seeing Bucky laid out on the bed, naked and poised with one hand holding up his head, a leg bent showing himself in all his glory to her, and a red rose stem in between his teeth.  “Oh how romantic!” she giggled, approaching the bed.
Bucky huffed a laugh and sat up, crawling toward her on the bed before taking the rose from his mouth and handing it to her.  As she held it up to her nose to smell it he took her left hand and kissed her wedding ring.  “Just for you, Mrs. Barnes,” he smiled, sitting up on his knees so he was eye level with her, kissing her deeply.  “I know we had plans to go to the beach today but…it’s our honeymoon, and we haven’t officially consummated our marriage yet.”
“Well, we were exhausted from quite a fun wedding day.  And traveling,” Y/N smirked, subtly pulling out the test from her pocket and holding it behind her back.  As Bucky’s hands slid up her hips she nuzzled his nose.  “But I do have one more wedding gift for you.”
His eyes lit up in excitement.  “Oh really?” he asked, sounding intrigued.  “Is it something… spicy?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Y/N laughed.  “It came from that,” she said.  Bucky gave her a questioning look, and Y/N took a deep breath before bringing her hand out from behind herself, holding the stick up in front of his face.  Bucky looked at it for a moment, a slight frown on his face before he gasped loudly, his eyes widening and his hands leaving her to take the test from her fingers.  He held it in his fingers gently as he stared at it for a long moment.  The room was silent, and Y/N wasn’t sure he was even breathing, making her start to worry about his reaction.  “Are…are you happy?” Y/N asked quietly.
  Bucky’s head snapped up to look at her.  He smiled widely and quickly hugged her, pulling her down with him to the bed.  He laid her down next to him and started kissing all over her face.  “Yes, honey!  Oh my god,” he said excitedly.  “Are you sure?” he asked, looking at her.  
“That’s my second positive test,” Y/N said, glancing at the stick in his hand.  “But we’ll need to go to the doctor to be sure.”  Bucky looked at the test again, like he was memorizing how it looked before tossing it on the nightstand and hugging her tight.  Y/N held him, rubbing his back when she felt him nuzzle the crook of her neck, then his shoulders shaking.  Y/N shushed him as he cried.  
“Y/N,” he sniffled.  “We’re gonna have a baby.”
“We are,” Y/N nodded, kissing the side of his head.  “You’re gonna be a daddy.  Again.”
“Again,” he chuckled and pulled up to look at her.  Y/N reached up and wiped his eyes.  They smiled at each other.  Y/N felt like it was a piece sliding into place, finally completing the puzzle that was their lives coming together completely.  “My wife,” Bucky said adoringly.  “Mother of my babies.”  Y/N fought back tears at that, giving him a shaky smile.  “My best friend,” he said quietly.
Y/N nuzzled his nose and kissed him all over his face.  “My husband.  Father of my babies.  My Sugar.  My best friend.”
THE END
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fir-fireweed · 1 month ago
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I have amazing news! I have finished writing Viatica! 🥳😱
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Caveat… I still have to edit, code, and test it, but the core writing of the story itself is complete. It’s a little bittersweet to finally be done, but I’m excited to present my story in a complete form. I’m aiming for a publish date of December 24th. Setting a hard and fast date will force me to get it done, but also, my husband has promised to buy me DA4 for Christmas so I’m going to need some gaming time, lol.
The finish line is in sight! Eek!
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fast-moon · 1 year ago
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Noragami Final Chapter
*wipes hands* Welp, there you have it. It's done. Chapter is translated and in the wild. Thanks to everyone who's kept up with the series until the end!
Couple translation notes at the bottom.
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"Houki" (砲器) is a new shinki for Bishamon. Their name literally just means "cannon". Also, I don't remember Bishamon losing an arm and a leg since she seemed to still have all her limbs the last time we saw her, so I assume that's just the effect of the shinki glamor? Not sure what the "human" reading for 砲 would be, possibly "Nuiha" or "Zutsuha".
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Teke-teke is an urban legend about the vengeful spirit of a girl who was hit by a train and cut in half at the waist, who drags herself around and kills people. There was a movie released in 2009 in Japan based on it.
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A lot of the text on the signboard is unreadable, but the gist seems to be they're looking for a woman who knocked over a baby stroller on 7/10 (so since the final page says it's currently April, it's been a while). There's a jar of dead flowers next to the sign, so it's possible the ayakashi is the spirit of the baby, much like the spirit of the girl Yukine found early in the series.
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mey-star · 5 months ago
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Please tell me you get it
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smok3r7 · 5 months ago
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They Always Come Back
Aaron Hotchner x f!reader
Explicit, 18+
So Much For, Dumb College Love
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Summary: You and Aaron met in college, Criminology Major, funny enough. Throughout your five years at George Washington College, you and Hotchner had this on and off again relationship; it was all fun until you started to realize that you loved him. After graduation the two of you cut ties and left it as dumb college love, going your separate ways. After a decade you finally land your dream job, a seat at the BAU; however when you notice the name copied on the email, you can’t believe your eyes.
Chapter Summary: Some souls are meant for each other and some aren’t.
Word count: 3.3k
The finale is here guys…I’m so proud of this story and am so happy that you guys love it! I hope this is all you guys hoped for, these two will forever hold a special spot in my heart<3
After a grueling week, working on one of the most challenging and traumatic cases you’ve encountered since you started half a year ago, the team decided to unwind with some drinks at their favorite dive bar - The Diamond. Tucked away on a quiet corner, the place is smaller than most bars, with just a jukebox to fill the air with nostalgic tunes.
The ambiance is calming but also lively, with the sound of laughter and chatter blending in seamlessly. The dim lights cast a warm glow, making everyone feel comfortable and at ease, as if they have found their own little sanctuary in the bustling city.
As you all sit around a table, the weight of the week slowly lifts off everyone's shoulders. Laughter fills the air as stories are shared and jokes, finding solace in each other's company. In this moment, surrounded by good company and good vibes, you feel grateful for them all and for the simple pleasure of being together in this hidden gem of a bar.
The bartender, Josie, is a gorgeous young woman they have come to know well and absolutely love; her radiant smile and effortless charm always make your heart skip a beat. With a flick of her wrist, she expertly pours out your favorite concoction, a Jack & Coke, the perfect balance of sweet and fiery that never fails to soothe your soul.
Especially after cases.
As you take the first sip, the cool liquid slides down your throat, and you can’t help but marvel at how Josie always seems to know exactly what you need. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting buzz of the bar and the soft murmur of familiar voices, even with all the disasters you and your team endure, this is the life you want.
The dimly lit bar provides a cozy sanctuary where you can forget about the horrors of the case, if only for a few hours. After a second drink, the team finds themselves opening up about their fears and struggles, forging a stronger bond in the process.
“Alright,” Garcia slams the last of her drink, “Enough dark nasty talk! What’s everyone’s plans for the weekend?” She’s never been one to keep up with the unhuman behaviors the rest of the team can, which is perfectly normal - and necessary. Sometimes you and the others can get caught up in the sad side of reality, when there’s so much more to life.
While J.J talks about how she’s going out with her two boys this weekend to her moms, you can’t help but notice the small glares from Aaron, the tension thick in the air. The conversation then moves to Emily, who says she’s going to Atlantic City tomorrow early afternoon and hints at her ‘Sin To Win’ weekend. You can’t help the small cheer that leaves your mouth before you chug the last bit of liquor and soda, clinking glasses with the girls while the guys chuckle to themselves.
But with a flash of light Derek, the observant one and jokester in the group, notices the brief glances between you and Aaron, he can’t resist commenting, "Love birds���will you two just give it up already?"
Suddenly, with the attention being brought to you guys, you can’t help but laugh at Derek, a genuine but terrified laugh. Then, you and Aaron exchange a sheepish smile, the air between you crackled with unspoken attraction, nerve-wracking more than anything. Laughter bubbles up, masking the underlying meaning, but the rest of the team observes, sensing a shift in the dynamics between you two but brushing off the fact of it all.
What began as a mature decision to work together now seems to be evolving into something deeper, more stirring. With each shared glance and lighthearted banter, it becomes increasingly clear that there’s a spark between you that refuses to be ignored - ever since the unplanned kiss. The realization dawns on everyone present, prompting knowing looks and whispered conversations.
As the night wears on, the playful teasing continues, but this time with a hint of something more meaningful. Perhaps the weekend drinks have let some of the team let their tongues loose more than normal, which you really don’t mind but you just wish that topic would change.
The main concern being that Derek saw you and Aaron kiss that night in Aaron’s office a few months ago. He hasn't treated you any differently besides making jokes here and there about you and Aaron, a lot like how Garcia and him do. It's not any of Derek’s business right now, especially when you don’t even know what the kiss means.
You try to push the thought to the back of your mind, focusing on work and daily tasks. But every time Derek cracks a joke or gives you a knowing look, you feel a pang of guilt and confusion. Was the kiss just a moment of impulse, or does it signify something more between you and Aaron?
You can’t help from the memory of the warm, familiar kiss from Aaron a few months ago lingering in your mind, you just can’t stop thinking about it or him. The music loud, the atmosphere vibrant, but all you can do is look at Aaron. The moment replays over and over, like a record.
You had longed to feel his touch again after a decade of separation, but now that he’s your boss, everything feels different. The forbidden nature of your desires adds a layer of complexity to your relationship. But it somehow makes you want more.
“Well,” Aaron announces, slamming the last of his scotch followed by the sound of the glass on the table, “I’m going to head home, you guys enjoy the rest of the night.”
The table erupts in sarcastic boo’s as Hotch backs out after just a couple of drinks, a familiar sight for you and everyone else. Despite his tough exterior, Hotch was always the first to leave after difficult cases.
It makes you wonder if he carries the weight of these cases heavier than the rest, or if he simply needs a break from the relentless demands of their job. Perhaps both reasons rang true in their own way.
As you watch him slip away into the night, a sense of understanding washes over you. In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, sometimes the strongest ones need a moment of solitude to process it all.
“Bye man!” Derek raises his glass with a tipsy smile on his lips.
“Drive safe!” Your tone is a mix of giggles and seriousness, the liquor making you more bold than normal, but you instantly regret it.
The last thing you want is for the team to think you’re obsessed or pining over Aaron, even though you are, they don’t need to know that. The ache of unspoken affections weigh on you as you watch Emily and Garcia giggle at you as they take a sip of their beverages, you wish you could turn back time and keep your feelings hidden.
Stumbling towards Aaron's apartment, you feel disoriented and confused as the world spins around you in a hazy blur. You have no recollection of how you got here, or why you are in such a drunken state.
The memories from earlier in the night are fuzzy, but you vaguely remember drinking with Emily and Derek, the last remaining ones of the night. Flashes of laughter and camaraderie float through your mind, mingling with the haze of alcohol.
You drunkenly giggle to yourself while slightly bouncing from wall to wall down the hallway, making sure to miss apartment doors. Your blurry vision adds to the challenge, but you're determined to reach his apartment no matter what.
Each bounce brings a wave of laughter, echoing through the quiet corridor. The dim hallway lights flicker above, casting shadows that dance along the walls.
You stumble but manage to regain your balance, feeling a rush of exhilaration with each step. The sounds of your footsteps echo in the empty hallway, guiding you forward. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding your mind, you feel a sense of freedom and adventure in this moment.
With a mischievous grin, you continue your tipsy journey, eager to see where the night will take you. But then you feel something tell you to stop in your tracks, looking up from the floor you notice you’re in front of his place, F268. You stand outside Aaron's door, you realize the gravity of your situation - you have no idea what you’re here for.
With a headache forming and a sense of uneasiness, you reach out to knock on the door, hoping that Aaron will let you in. Your mind races with thoughts of what he’s going to say or even do when he sees you.
The lingering taste of alcohol on your tongue is a bitter reminder of the night's indulgence. Emily and Derek dancing, laughing, and singing with you till closing, the memories bounce around your pounding head. Your heels cause you to stumble, even while standing in one spot, causing you to giggle a bit louder.
What happened after the drinks and laughter? And how did I end up here, at Aaron's apartment? The answers elude you as you struggle to make sense of the night's events.
Knock, knock.
Next thing you know, he answers the door in nothing but dark blue plaid pajama pants, pleasantly surprised by you drunk in his hallway, he rubs his eyes, still trying to process your unexpected visit. The faint smell of alcohol lingers in the air as you meet his gaze with a mischievous grin.
"What are you doin' here?" Aaron asks, his voice laced with confusion and sleepiness.
You can't hold back a drunken giggle and blurt out, "Thought I'd surprise you."
His thick eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. The dim lights in his foyer reveal Aaron's puzzled expression as he stares at you, a subtle smile plays on his lips, but his puzzled expression gives away his confusion. The tension in the air makes you feel uneasy, almost as if you have disappointed him in some way.
“Your place is closer than mine,” you confess shyly, leaning your back on the hallway wall behind you for balance. Aaron's gaze is piercing, making you squirm under his scrutiny, “I’m too drunk to walk to mine and I just figured you be okay with me-“
"Just come in.” He cuts your drunken rambling before you make even more of a fool of yourself, grabbing your wrist to pull you in, causing you to stumble on your heels. The room spins as you try to regain your balance, the smell of warm candles and Aaron overwhelming your senses.
You catch a glimpse of his intense gaze, filled with a mix of concern and frustration. As he calmly guides you to his warm toned couch, you mumble an apology, but he just shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You need to slow down, dear," he says softly, his voice cutting through the haze in your mind, “I’m gonna grab a water, just- sit here, please.”
It’s easy for you to read him, even when drunk. You can tell he’s confused on how you even found his apartment, but he let you in regardless - because you know he really cares.
With the best of your ability, while he disappears into what you can only assume is his kitchen, you scan his living room. It's simple, like any man, but it’s got a sense of comfort with it. The worn-out armchair by the window, the stack of books on the coffee table and a bunch more on his shelves that fence the large tv, and the flickering candles creating a warm ambiance - all familiar sights that make you feel at home despite the haze of alcohol clouding your mind.
You catch a glimpse of old photographs on the wall, each telling a story of a moment frozen in time, then you stop. A picture of you and him in college hangs above a side table with a record player on it, the one of you both from the fair in your hometown, your breath catches in your throat and tears brim your eyes. He’s missed me just as much.
After all this time, he still loves you.
You always believed he was fine without you, but now you realize the depth of his feelings. The realization brings a smile to your face as you think about the moments you shared together. Despite the distance and time apart, there is a strong connection that still binds you.
"Aaron..." you mumble and get up from the couch, the room swirling slightly from the multiple Jack & cokes. Slowly, you make your way towards the familiar picture hanging on the wall. The golden frame catches the dim light, casting a warm glow on your smiling face next to his. Memories flood back as you trace the outline of his features with your fingertip, feeling the nostalgia strike deep in your heart.
In the quiet moment by yourself, surrounded by the echoes of the past, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You remember the moments shared, the dreams woven together, and the heartbreak so many years ago. As you reflect on the times you spent together, you realize that Aaron will always be a part of you, no matter where life takes you.
“I couldn’t find anywhere in my heart to get rid of that.”
In the dimly lit room, Aarons smooth voice startles you, causing you to turn towards him. Your eyes fall on the two tall glasses of water placed on the coffee table, one for you and one for him. The alcohol coursing through your veins makes you feel comfortable yet emotional.
You struggle to utter any words, but ultimately they fail to escape your lips. Your gaze shifts back to the wall, a bittersweet reminder of the past, but you can't help from wondering how things could have been different.
A soft silence lingers between you and him, the weight of untold words hangs heavily in the air, filling the room with unspoken truths and lingering regrets.
“Do you think that- that this could work again?” You softly whisper as a small tear falls onto your warm cheek. Your feet hurt from the heels you’ve been in for hours now, causing you to sit back onto the couch, all while staring at him.
Aaron doesn’t respond, it's hard to tell if his silence is intentional or if he's just at a loss for words, either way a sharp pang of hurt pierces through you. You wonder if he even hears you, or if your words are falling on deaf ears. It’s really unsettling how much you don’t know him anymore, college you would know exactly this kind of silence means. But you don’t know.
The silence between you grows, it feels thick like a heavy fog descending upon the room, which starts to make you angry. You just asked him a simple, yet loaded, question and the least he can do is answer it. You look up at him as he sits down next to you, leaving a couple inches of space between you and him.
Frustration bubbles up inside you as you wait for his response, your patience wearing thin, faster than it normally does. The question seems to hang in the air, demanding to be acknowledged. You can’t understand why he remains so quiet, so distant.
Finally, unable to contain your irrational emotions any longer, you break the silence with a trembling, yet stern voice. "Why won't you fucking answer me?" Your words echo, pleading for some semblance of understanding.
But still, he remains silent, his eyes betraying a turmoil of emotions you still can’t decipher. Another few seconds of silence go by and you finally feel like you’ve had enough, so you push your hands on your knees and stand up. You try your best to balance yourself before you storm off, while telling him to fuck off.
Just when you think you are free to walk away, Aaron's sudden move catches you off guard. His grip on your wrist is firm, yet tender, pulling you close to him against your will. The intensity in his dark brown eyes sends a shiver down your spine, as conflicting emotions swirl inside you. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, his presence enveloping you completely.
In this moment, as you stand locked in a silent battle of wills, you realize that he’s head over heels for you just as much as you are for him.
“Yes,” Aaron loudly confesses, “I do think this can work again. You don’t know how hard this past decade has been for me, even harder the last couple of months having to work with you.” With his arms still around you, he purrs your name, “I love you more than anything.”
As his words sink in, the tension between you dissolves, replaced by a flood of emotions. The past grievances and misunderstandings fade away, leaving space for a new beginning.
With his dark eyes staring down into yours, he squeezes your body closer to him, "You make work enjoyable again. You make me comfortable in who I am," Aaron firmly tells you, "When you broke it off before we graduated, I felt like I lost a huge part of myself. But I know we wouldn't have lasted long after, it needed to happen."
The honesty in his words sends shivers down your spine as you realize the depth of his feelings. In the soft candle light, you see the vulnerability in his face as he speaks to you. His brows are relaxed but stern at the same time, revealing the rawness of his emotions.
His words echo in your brain, You make me comfortable in who I am. It's a simple statement, yet it holds so much weight. You realize, you have the power to ease his insecurities, to make him feel understood.
As you gaze into his eyes, you see a glimmer of gratitude mixed with a hint of fear of rejection. And in that moment, you know that you hold a piece of his heart in your hands—a fragile, precious gift that you vow to protect. And with that, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull his face into yours in a gentle, yet needy, kiss.
The warmth of his touch ignites a fire within you, a fierce determination to shield his vulnerability from the world's cruelty, even with the cruel job.
As you hold him close, his heartbeat echoes in sync with yours, a symphony of love and longing. In the silent language of your entwined bodies, you find peace and understanding. Each kiss is a promise, a whispered vow of eternal devotion to each other, once again.
In this timeless embrace, you and Aaron are bound by an unbreakable bond, a fusion of souls that transcend words, ultimately meaning to end up with one another. Together, you forged a love story written in the stars, a tale of two hearts intertwined in a symphony of passion and tenderness.
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1991's Marvel Comics Presents Vol.1 #84 cover by Barry Windsor-Smith. The Last chapter of the famous Wolverine: Weapon X storyline.
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lilacxquartz · 4 months ago
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TO SAVE A BROKEN SOUL • suguru geto x cursed spirit f!reader
ao3 link • masterlist • << previous chapter
summary: freedom sure tasted sweet, but suguru wasn’t about to let you go.
warnings: violence, noncon, death and deeply disturbing themes
Final Chapter: Bittersweet
Learning how to live life alone back in the forest wasn’t too bad, you supposed. It didn’t take too long for you to get back into the swing of things at your own pace.
And given enough time, you could hopefully soon forget all about that strange man who wanted nothing more than to keep you locked up and hidden away from the rest of the world.
The forest quickly became your much needed sanctuary; a place where you could both breathe and be yourself once more. No longer were you shackled within the confines of his unjust prison, suffocated within the presence of a man who both hated you and wanted you alike.
But then something stopped you dead in your tracks, forcing you to investigate out of instinctual curiosity. It didn’t take you too long to figure out what caught your attention however as the smell of freshly cut flesh was strong in the air; seeping copper trickling down an open wound.
Without even thinking about it—you blindly rushed forward—your eyes blurring as the burning impulse to investigate coursed through your veins like spreading wildfire. You stumbled through the forest floor, clumsily stumbling and catching yourself on bristling foliage before uprooting yourself and closing in on the target at hand.
Red was all you could see.
Oozing vivid copper, gushing and creeping down like sanguine wine and goodness, just how intoxicated you were! Your vision remained hazy, blurring the person up ahead into nothing more than a shadow before you finally gave in and bit into them. The urge was overwhelming: quickly taken over by fading reason, a savaged push that forced you to surrender to the now familiar hunger.
It wasn’t long before you were deep in the middle of a feeding frenzy without quite realising just how you got there. You didn’t quite think about how your teeth sank deep into the already damaged flesh of the person who had no business being this far deep into the forest to begin with.
Meaning that, in such a frenzied state, you didn’t notice Suguru watching you from a distance either. You weren’t a human being, so your actions were a touch too predictable for his liking. You didn’t choose a random forest, nor did you attempt to escape to somewhere far away. Perhaps you thought that these woods were somehow different, or more dense or somewhere you could long get lost in—but they weren’t. Not as long as he had the bait primed and prepped in his hands, then he could coax you out with a temptation unlike any other.
Of course it didn’t take him that long to find you, nor did he have to be careful when he slowly crept up on you. The sight was odd to him, seeing you so out of control like that and for once, he didn’t have to read between the lines of what made you human and what made you a cursed spirit. It was obvious from the look of you; eyes wide and manic—fuelled by a murderous haze that was beyond any control, blood dripping down your chin, staining your skin with rotting red—stripped of any humanity you may have once had.
While lost in your untamed trance, you had just barely noticed him the second he crept up behind you. His footsteps were quiet, somehow evading the crunch of scattered leaves, stalking up to you like an invasive shadow. The realisation of what you had just committed and who likely planted such bait had finally hit you, sending you into a state of rising panic.
You sprang up, tearing forward in an attempt to escape him but in the midst of your blood lusted high, you moved just a little too slow.
An eerie glow formed as Suguru’s hands hovered parallel to one another, clasping around an empty space. Just as you barely processed what was going on, it was then that you felt it. A sharp, pulling sensation that tugged violently at your soul.
(Wait.)
An aching pain surged through you as you were forcibly drawn into the grappling pull, unable to resist the agonising confinement of his uzumaki technique. Cursed energy coiled around you, snaking around your body as it sought to constrict you, solidifying you within its suffocating embrace.
Slowly but surely, you were hauled into a glowing vortex—the most horrible pain ever imaginable—like slowly plucking flesh from muscle, like muscle from bone; disintegrating the markup of your very being into complete nothingness, yet into everything all at the same time.
It was a grim reality and one that you couldn’t escape.
Like a cornered animal that was once again hunted without cause despite roaming in its rightful element, you held onto what remaining hope you had as you finally slipped away. Forced to become something that was no longer you, that was you, that was just a mere fragment of who you used to be.
Fading away for good.
Until you were simply no more.
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Suguru stared at the sphere that had finally formed into a solid mass. The ball took a good sweet while to materialise as it gathered every last drop of your essence, tightly packing whatever it could hold. Your tears were the last to follow, evaporating from the ground and fizzling away into the uzumaki.
His stomach churned again; finally realising what he had done as a result from anger and envy combined. So driven was he from his own corrupted desire to keep you all to himself, that he could just barely comprehend the gravity of what he had just done.
But it wasn’t like Suguru didn’t know what his technique did to cursed spirits.
So, why did he do that to you?
Albeit reluctantly and with a shaky hand, he bent down to pluck the uzumaki off the ground and wrapped his fingers tightly around the glowing sphere. He stared at it for a good half minute before shoving into his mouth, pushing it down his throat and swallowing, despite just how upset he was feeling.
And as the cursed energy flooded and settled and became assimilated within his senses, he found himself almost… pleasantly surprised by the taste.
Instead of rancid gasoline, your soul tasted sweet.
In that bittersweet moment, he warred at a deep conflict sparring deep within the depths of his mind. The consequences of something unforgivable finally registering, hitting him with a sweeping feeling of utter despair.
This seemed to be his tipping point; the moment of horrendous realisation finally accomplished.
Suguru sank himself to his knees as his palms secured the fall. It hurt, but he didn’t care. His body felt taut with tension as he choked out dry heaving breaths, unable to expel the turmoil that churned within. Tears streamed down his face, clouding his vision with an anguished blurr.
“…Why did I just do that?” he asked himself, hoping that an answer would somehow come and explain to him what drove him to do something like that.
Yet, as the minutes ticked by and nothing remained answered, Suguru was forced to face his actions and reflect. You were free and happy and instead of letting you go; he killed you and then absorbed you.
Why?
The question kept echoing itself in his mind, haunting him with his own unanswered obsession. Sighing deeply, rather than slipping away into rightful madness, Suguru instead bitterly swallowed away the remaining pain that had otherwise relentlessly gnawed at him before picking himself up from the forest floor. Finding that the day as he forced himself to endure, had passed in a numbing blur.
Maybe it was better that way.
Emotions, or… empathy for something inhuman was a ridiculous concept. Right? You weren’t even an animal; you were born from condensed negative energy and given a voice. Nothing more.
But as the night fell, he found himself bringing you back in the only way that he knew how—no matter how wrong it all felt—the desperation was surely there. With a hesitant gesture, he summoned your manifested form into his view but there was not a single hint of recognition behind those devoid eyes of yours.
What was once just glittering space, was now just nothingness instead.
Essentially, he had reduced you to no more than just a husk and it was a heartbreaking sight, despite him being fully aware of what he had done to you.
Suguru tried to touch you the same way as he did before, but the bleak experience hit him from your unresponsive form. It was a truly bleak experience as his fingertips settled and traced along the paths he already knew, yet feeling so barren and unfamiliar this time around.
He dry heaved again; feeling genuinely sick for what he was about to do, but he was also desperate.
Gently, he grabbed onto you by the waist before laying you down into the soft sinking mattress before climbing onto the bed too, crawling over your body and straddling over your hips. With a careful motion, he undressed the both of you, steeling himself for what he was about to give into.
Suguru’s hands roamed around your body, never once finding a single shred of comfort in your unreciprocated form. Pushing past the unease, he positioned his hardened length over the slick of your entrance, ready to push himself inside.
It was sick, he knew it. You weren’t yourself anymore and yet—he thrusted himself into you with almost violent fervour. His hips slammed into the marbled contours of your flesh, surrendering himself to an unforgiving rhythm while avoiding looking right into your eyes.
Oh no. No, no. This was neither a loving nor passionate fuck. Definitely not. This was purely clinical, almost. Driven by a wild desire to bring you back to him, to keep you forever, to never truly allow your soul to pass on and reincarnate as something else.
Suguru Geto was a man fully depraved, fully obsessed and perfectly aware, for in this passing moment, he didn’t care.
Gripping tightly around your hips to imitate the illusion of your own rolling hips, Suguru rutted into your core in a pace that bordered on manic, his thrusts bucking feverishly against your cunt. While he continued to rock into you, he tried to get you to bite him again—to feed on him—yet you didn’t do a single thing; just laid there blankly, staring at the ceiling with a vacant stare.
Such a realised sight was what had finally killed him as he surrendered to yet another cry; finding what little threads of sanity he had left barely contained, snapping and coming undone as the consequential weight of his actions had finally been realised.
With an almost pained final pump, he released himself into you and felt the hatred that he had otherwise reserved for himself finally settle and fester; unable to escape from his own mistake while continuing to ride out the last of his orgasm.
Suguru couldn’t help but weep into you as he finished; the weight of his actions finally settling.
This wasn’t you.
In fact, it was never going to be you again.
All because he was blinded by his own selfishness and now instead of burying you in the past or simply just letting you go—instead of releasing your soul and letting it move on—he held onto you.
If you were still in there somehow, then that’s a possibility that he couldn’t shake.
And so, Suguru would rather be haunted eternally by the reminder of you instead.
The sweetest poison that he ever drank, but a taste that he would never be able to savour again.
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this was part 2 of lilac’s bite sized yandere nightmares
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lunaatthezoo · 1 month ago
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She'll Wait No Longer- Chapter 10 (The End)
SURPRISE, BISHES! I had to rip the band-aid off. I was losing my mind. Here is the final chapter of the work I have been pouring my heart and soul into. I hope you love this HEA for our Seer and Shadowsinger as much as I do. You can read my blathering weeping thank yous in the notes on the chapter, but an extra thank you to everyone here on Tumblr who has shared, reposted, liked, commented, supported me with kind words, etc. etc. You all mean so much to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. And I am not done writing- not even close! Preview below.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/60399079/chapters/155939557
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The moment Azriel winnowed into the Townhouse foyer, Rhysand stepped into his path. 
“Get out of my way,” Azriel snarled at him.
“Do not do this, Azriel,” Rhys said in his cool, collected voice.
Azriel felt something snapping within him again. Shadows whirled violently around his shoulders and head.
“Why? Why should that prick sit beside her in her most vulnerable state? How many times does she have to say that she doesn't want him, Rhys? No one has ever listened to her.”
His brother���s face was the immovable mask of the High Lord.
“This Court needs it's allies in-”
“Fuck you ” Azriel seethed.
Rhysand had the good sense to look taken aback.
“Fuck you for saying that, Rhys. This Court needs allies? Elain needs allies. She needs her family to hear her, to support her.”
Rhysand looked stricken at his words, but as Azriel made to step around him he blocked his path again.
Azriel bared his teeth at his High Lord.
“You're such a fucking hypocrite, Rhysand.”
“What,” his brother responded with menacing calm, his voice now edged with violence. Tendrils of darkness were leaking from him now, challenging Azriel’s roiling shadows.
“You heard me. You spout your bullshit about dreamers and freedom and choice to anyone who will listen. But when it comes to your political games, our right to choose doesn't really matter to you, does it?”
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thekingofwinterblog · 6 months ago
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Man I wish your MHA prediction came true, cause, no spoilers, but the truth is so bad😂
atleast its finallly over... never reading a series when it hasnt finished serialisation again😂
It's not even a BAD manga ending... i have seen BAD manga endings before, i know how they look like.
No, what MHA's final chapter is, is a NOTHING Ending. An ending where it is so, PAINFULLY obvious that the Mangaka or his editor did not want to piss anyone off, or take risks in general, that for a whole host of characters, there is NO closure, or even worse, it negates what came before.
so, its not like there is nothing good about the chapter, as i like shoji's big declaration, and the fact that japans society is changing to help people deal with the quirks withouth having to become heroes... but other than that, even the stuff i liked had major caveats.
But by far the biggest issue is that there are so many characters who got NO closure for their respective relationships, and it is stupidly obvious why, and who.
and since this question was prompted by Aizawa and his development, lets start with mic and Aizawa.
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This picture right here encapsulates how Aizawa has changed. This is where he was always planned to end up. It is his natural end point compared to where he started off his story. Having turned into a much more caring man, who helped Aoyama rise above his flaws and change for the better rather than the brutal and spartan teacher he was at the start.
Or as his Ex Girlfriend would have put it has learned the value of "A household where the laughter never ends.".
However, the problem is we get no chapter, or even an ATTEMPT at giving him any form of closure where this change is encapsulated, the way we got with Endeavor, spinner, and Uraraka.
And thats a problem, because it wasnt ONLY hjis character who was tied to this hypotetical chapter for closure.
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The closure of the ENTIRE idiot trio from the previous generation, alive and dead was dependent upon whatever Hori had planned for this hypotetical epilogue chapter before he or his editor chickened out, leaving Kurogiri's death in the climax with NO sense of aftermath behind it, coming and going, and frankly feeling like an aftertought rather than the sad ending to the tragic tale of the man who died too soon.
It also leaves Mic the single worst off, because while Aizawa at the very least had his character development to fall back on as a final point, even if he didnt get a closure chapter or moment, Mic gets NOTHING.
and that's a big problem, because as im going to go over in my big analysis of the man, Mic's entire deal is that while Aizawa developed in a terrible, negative reaction to his buddy's death, Mic's reaction was to stop developing at all.
His entire life after the tragedy is being a background character in everyone else's life, the DJ who always tries to make everyones day brighter, but has no actual ambitions, dreams or goals of his own.
thats why he clings so desperately to his memories of highschool, because unlike everyone else from that time, those memories are all he has. Even Aizawa managed to have a girlfriend at some point, an actual relationship, that though it crashed and burned had meaning. Mic doesnt even have that.
He is the ultimate sad clown, who pretends to himself that he hasnt wasted his life, by embracing a role as a literal supporting character, that his teachers suggested he would turn out to be.
In other words, his role in a chapter dealing with the epilogue of the trio, would certainly have been to finally, actually begin living his own life again.
but withouth that, there is nothing to suggest he managed to change. he will just continue to waste his life, thinking he'll never be able to create great new times for himself, rather than actually living his life and making new, best moments of his life.
i might be more annoyed about Aizawa not getting that final closure with Miss Joke, but there is no questions that Mic got an even worse deal with the narrative than Aizawa.
He remained a background character to the very end.
he's not the only one though.
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You know who else never got closure? The Iida brothers.
We NEVER got to see how Tensei reacted to his brother not only taking up his mantle, but actually surpassing him and all his deeds during the climax.
Tenya's great ambition was to become a great hero to live up to his brother, and we didnt get to see any of his family members reaction to him actually achieving this dream.
As for other members of class 1-A...
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Hey, quick question for anyone who read this story, Did you think Mina and Kirishima's character stories ended with these two, small, not given very much importance panels?
No?
Well fuck you, youre wrong! this is where both of their characters ends. their relationship, and their character arcs in general ended here, and they get no closure whatsoever.
and finally we move unto Izuku and the bigger problem with him and where he ended up.
Starting with him becoming a non powered hero, using tech.
Okay, not a BAD ending... But i feel like... maybe... there was a plan for something with that. Maybe... Maybe something that happened, and would have eased his character into using tech, rather than All Might just showing up with it after he's been a salary man for 3 years... Maybe something that was foreshadowed for years, and years.... Oh right.
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Izuku losing his lower arms.
Like, looking back, it is painfully clear that Izuku was originally meant to lose his arms for good, before the editor(as he did with bakugo's death) put the kibash on that.
I like the idea... but there was a much better and more logical road to him becoming Iron Man with him having to use robotic hands in the epilogue. it would also be the logical outcome of all that foreshadowing, and was probably the original idea before it was deemed too gruesome.
However, thats a missed what if.
And if you have read the final chapter, you know it's not the BIG issue with this chapter. The SINGLE biggest problem with this ending, that is going to haunt it forever afterwards.
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The complete sinking of Izuku x ochako by making it clear izuku has no regular contact with his former classmates, and ending the story withouth anything to suggest these two hooked up at all.
Now, im going to be very blunt, and very clear, before i tear this entire ship sinking to bits.
I didn't like Izuku x ochako.
At all.
I thought it was boring, too drawn out, and i didnt find much enjoyment as a ship from their interactions. in fact i would say i found izuku to have better chemistry with pretty much every other female character he ever interacted with.
Izuocha is the epitomy of a safe shonen battle couple. pure, boring vanilla.
I want to get that out of the way, before i really delve into why the way Hori just... torpedoed this ship because he didnt want to deal with the aftermath, was such a slap in the face.
Lets start with the most obvious problem.
It was all a waste of time.
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every single moment of shiptease, and uraraka pining after izuku...
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was one...
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gigiantic...
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Waste of fucking time.
I didnt like reading about this couple. But i cannot make the claim the story was not building up towards it.
it spent the vast majority of it's story building towards this couple, and in the last 3 chapters it devoted two of them to seemingly resolving this couple's story, and setting up for the next step... that never fucking came.
meaning that every little bit of ship tease these two had was a joke, a waste of time, it didnt mean anything in the grand scheme of things.
It was one of the most annoying parts of this manga to read through, and to my absolute fury and disguist i was fucking -vindicated.
It was an objective, waste of fucking time that could have been devoted to ANYTHING ELSE! It could have been devoted to another, better pairing, more character development for 1-A, Inko, the league of Villains, ANYTHING!
If the story was not going to end up with these two, there were plenty of ways to do that too, like having Uraraka's decision not to confess backfire as izuku moved on and hooked up with Mei, or melissa, or anyone else! or maybe just have izuku have moved past her an her ending up being friendzoned because she didnt make a move early enough! Or maybe have Uraraka realize she was gay after everything with Toga!
Again, ANYTHING ELSE would have been preferable.
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instead, even at the very end, even when the following pages kills the pairing dead, Hori STILL tries to shipbait these two!
fuck off.
2. Making Urarak look shallow through the worst fucking timing in the world.
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so, here is a question for you.
if you were going to ultimately choose not to go through with izuku x ochako, when would be the worst, possible timing to do it?
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because i sure cant think of any point worse, than during a timeskip, where izuku's quirk ultimately went away, leaving him powerless and a common working man for 3 years afterwards.
Now this is obviously not meant to be the actual reason in universe for why this pairing didnt happen... but the implication is there...
And it wouldnt have been, if Hori had actually had Izuku turn her down in one of the previous chapters.
but because he decided to chicken out of any and all romance to not get any shipper blowback, through the safest way possible, it's there.
It's ugly, and it's cruel, and it's mostly implication... but it is there.
3. It makes Uraraka's entire character growth with Toga WASTED.
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So Toga's part of her and Uraraka's storyline is obvious.
The girl who was looking for someone, anyone who would want to understand her finally found somebody who would, and she decided to give it all for that person.
in uraraka, she finally got what she could not get in the league, amongst her old friends, or anyone else.
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No the problem is not with that side of their shared development.
The problem with this is that it completely wastes Uraraka's side of this equation.
The thing that Uraraka envied about Toga, was her ability to smile as she wanted, uncaring about how the world might think of her, something the shy uraraka deeply wished she could do too.
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Ultimately, as presented in the final war arc, her develoment from this relationship was her finally learning to be honest, to embrace doing what she wanted to do.
She wanted to reach out a genuine hand in compassion to Toga despite EVERYTHING, and so she did. uncaring about what the world might have thought.
FInally she could be who she wanted to be. the girl who had been defined so long about keeping her love and more emberassing feelings under wrap no longer cared about being judged for them.
It's a very beautiful moment.
Man... It sure would SUCK if later uraraka completely backtracked, was never able to tell her crush her actual feelings, and instead it went absolutely nowhere, meaning she reverted back to the same person she had always been. that she never really grew past this flaw of herself she disliked.
That would really, really suck, and cheapen her entire character climax from the final war arc.
Man, that would suck.
It would suck even more, if the reason that happened, was due to the author not wanting to piss off the shippers that shipped the target of her affection with his former abuser and bully who tried to get him to kill himself.
This was a terrible way to end the series, not due to directly sucking, the way Attack on Titan, or bleach's endings did... but instead due to committing SO HARD to resolving NOTHING, that it flipped all the way around to being INFURIATING in how much it REFUSED to give ANY character who's final resolution would probably have involved shipping, that its pisses you off, because it means that everything that these characters were building towards had no resolution.
The only real exception was Iida, and in his case its just obviously clear that Hori just did not care to give him a climax. for everyone else though?
Hori's decision to not wanting to go through what Kishimoto went through after Naruto's final chapter might be understandable, but it also means that his already rocky final arc ended wastly lesser in quality than it could have.
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aventurineswife · 15 days ago
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Stages of Shadows: Final Chapter - The End... Or Is It?
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The air felt thick with tension as [Name] and the other surviving contestant staggered through the backstage corridors, their feet pounding against the ground in a rhythm that was both frantic and heavy. [Name]’s grip on the other contestant’s arm was firm, pulling them along despite their shared exhaustion. Each step seemed to send ripples through their body, every muscle screaming in protest, but they couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when the weight of that memory—of the person they couldn’t save—was still fresh in their mind.
The blood. The agonizing helplessness.
The loss was unbearable, but they couldn’t dwell on it. Not yet. The vision of that face—still haunted them. They could still hear the echo of the gunshot. The coldness of it. The chill it left in the pit of their stomach. But there was no time for grief, no time for reflection.
They had to move forward. [Name] had made a promise to themselves, and to the others, that they would get out alive. And that meant pushing through the pain, pushing through the guilt.
The other contestant, equally drained, stumbled slightly as they kept pace. [Name] could feel their desperation, their shared desire to escape this place—this nightmare. But the reality of what had just happened pressed down on them like a weight. The person who had died…
They wouldn’t allow themselves to dwell on it. Not now. Not when there was still a chance for them to survive.
“Now, where do you think you two are going?” The voice was silky, but the weight behind it was undeniable.
[Name] froze in their tracks, heart pounding as the figure emerged from the shadows. The voice that spoke was cold, smooth, and laced with a hint of amusement, cutting through the tension like a knife.
A tall woman stepped forward, her appearance striking and enigmatic. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders like a curtain of silk, and her pastel blue eyes—slitted like a serpent’s—glistened with a calculating gleam. She wore an extravagant ensemble, a mix of dark blue, white, and violet, with gold accents, adorned with ribbons, feathers, and jade pendants that seemed to sway with every movement. Her presence was commanding, and it was clear she was no ordinary figure.
“The surprise guest of honor, [Name], hm? And here everyone thought you went missing… after your round with Sunday.”
[Name] stopped in their tracks, a chill creeping up their spine. How did this person know who they were? Their mind raced for an explanation, but no clear answer came.
“Who are you?” [Name] asked, trying to mask the unease in their voice.
The woman smiled, a slow, knowing smile that barely touched her eyes. “Oh? My apologies for not introducing myself earlier.” She stepped closer, the sound of her heels clicking sharply on the floor. “The name’s Jade, Senior Manager in the IPC Strategic Investment Department and one of the Ten Stonehearts. Surely you’ve heard of me?”
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Jade’s gaze was piercing, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched [Name]. “If not, then no problem. But, you see…” She paused for effect, her lips curling into a delicate smirk. “You can’t steal something that doesn’t belong to you.”
The words landed like a blow, and [Name]’s heart skipped a beat. The weight of Jade’s presence was undeniable. There was an air of control about her—an aura that suggested she had everything figured out, and everyone else was simply a part of her intricate game. [Name] could feel their pulse quickening, the urgency of the moment building with every passing second.
“Steal?” [Name] repeated, barely able to keep the suspicion from their voice. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Jade’s smile grew wider, her lips curling like a serpent about to strike. “Oh, don’t be coy. You’re not just some innocent contestant, are you? You’ve got more ambition than that. And right now, you’re on the verge of taking something you have no right to.” She tilted her head, observing [Name] with interest. “But don’t worry, I’m not here to punish you… Not yet, at least.”
The air around them seemed to thicken as Jade’s gaze lingered, her next words heavy with implication.
“You see,” she continued, her voice smooth and measured, “I’m a patient woman. I’ve learned that some things take time. Some things… are worth waiting for. But when you’ve been as good at reading people as I am, you know exactly when the right moment has come. And trust me, [Name], the moment you’re in right now? It’s not one of your better ones.” Jade’s eyes flickered briefly to the other contestant, who was trying their best to remain unnoticed, before returning to [Name].
The tension in the room was unbearable, and [Name] felt the weight of Jade’s presence pressing down on them, as if the very air around her was charged with danger. They were trapped—not just physically, but mentally, caught in the web of someone far more powerful than they had realized. Jade’s every word, every gesture, seemed to make it clear that she was in control.
“You see, the person you’re trying to steal away from here, Aventurine…” Jade glanced over to the contestant trying to hide behind [Name], “…belongs to the IPC now. We made a deal after all. If he wins, he’s in our hands, and if he loses… Well, you’ve seen what has become of your friends already.” Jade chuckled lightly, a cold edge to her voice, clearly mocking [Name] for their failure to save either Robin or Sunday.
[Name] stiffened, their heart hammering as the weight of Jade’s words sank in. The reminder of their inability to protect their loved ones was almost too much to bear. Their gaze flicked from Jade to Aventurine, who still tried to shrink into the background, eyes downcast.
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Jade stepped forward, she continued, “You see, it’s not about winning or losing for us. It’s about securing what’s ours. And right now, Aventurine? Well, he’s already ours. He’s simply… a part of the greater game now.”
Aventurine’s eyes flashed with a flicker of defiance, but he quickly masked it behind his usual calm façade. He didn’t want to draw attention, not yet. Not with Jade’s gaze so piercing.
[Name] clenched their fists, a surge of anger rising within them. “You think you can control everything? This isn’t over, Jade.”
Jade’s lips curled into a smile. “Oh, but it is. It’s all over, [Name]. You just haven’t realized it yet.” She glanced at her surroundings, almost as if inspecting them for the first time. “The choices you make, the people you try to protect… they’re just pieces on a board. You’re in check. But don’t worry, your move’s coming soon enough.”
[Name] took a deep breath, squaring their shoulders. “You won’t get away with this.”
Jade’s laughter rang out again, cool and insidious. “Who’s going to stop me? You? You, who couldn’t even stop the storm you walked into? You’re playing in our world now. And in our world… the cost of failure is far higher than you could ever imagine.”
“Though, it was a rather surprising… Sunday, the Leader of the Oak Family, who was winning the most just... gave up, for what? Or perhaps it was the Avgin’s curse.” Jade’s gaze shifted to Aventurine, a malicious glint in her eyes as she watched him flinch at her words. He didn’t want to leave, not when [Name] had just come to save him, to take him with them. But he was the one who had made the deal—to save his life, to secure his future. But now, standing in the shadow of Jade’s manipulations, was it really worth it anymore?
He hadn’t killed Sunday, he hadn’t wanted to, but Sunday had pushed him away. And now, as the weight of the decision pressed on him, the doubt settled deeper. What would happen if he chose to leave? Would it mean the end of everything? He couldn’t see a way out, not now, not with the deal already made.
Jade’s voice cut through his thoughts, cold and commanding. “Hand him over, [Name]. Or the consequences won’t be good. You’re alone. Your little group that you came with—well, they wouldn’t care if you were gone.”
[Name]’s heart raced, the tension coiling in their chest. Every word Jade spoke was a calculated strike, meant to break them down. They could feel her gaze on them, sharp and unyielding. She knew how to twist the knife just right, to make them question their resolve. But they couldn’t afford to give in now, not when they had come this far.
“I’m not going to let you have him,” [Name] replied, voice steady despite the storm brewing inside them.
Jade chuckled softly, almost pityingly. “You think you can protect him? You think your fragile little bond with him means anything here? He’s just a pawn in a game far bigger than you. I don’t think you even understand the consequences of defying me.”
Aventurine’s breath hitched at her words. His gaze flickered between [Name] and Jade, the conflict raging within him. He knew what he had to do, what he should have done from the beginning. He owed them nothing, but his heart… it was a different story.
Aventurine hesitated, glancing back and forth between the two. On one hand, he wanted to stay, but he couldn’t risk letting [Name] suffer because of him. So, he made the difficult choice: let them go, for good.
He hesitantly let go of their arm, his fingers slowly sliding away from theirs. The weight of the decision hit him like a crushing wave, but he refused to look back. His heart ached, but he knew there was no turning back now.
Jade’s smug smile returned, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Smart choice, Aventurine. You may have just saved yourself from a far worse fate.”
[Name] felt their chest tighten as they looked at Aventurine, torn between anger and desperation. “Aventurine…” they whispered, their voice breaking.
But he didn’t respond, his gaze cast downward, as if ashamed of what he had just done. He could feel the eyes of both Jade and [Name] on him, but his thoughts were a whirlwind of guilt and resignation.
“You’ll regret this...” [Name] said, barely able to keep their voice steady. Their words were a threat, but also a plea, as if trying to make sense of the situation.
Aventurine’s lips parted, but no words came out. His body trembled as he faced the consequences of his actions.
“Could you turn away? I want to say my goodbyes properly.” Aventurine asked, his eyes narrowing at Jade.
Jade’s gaze flickered briefly as she observed Aventurine’s expression. She lowered her eyes slightly, her slitted pupils narrowing as she took in his words. Her voice, smooth and deliberate, drifted through the room.
“You wish to part with something precious, something irrevocable,” Jade said softly, her tone tinged with quiet amusement. “But I wonder, is it truly for their sake, or for your own peace of mind?”
She tilted her head, the feather in her hat swaying gently. “I understand the need to make such choices… but remember, there’s always more than one price to pay. What you choose to give now may echo in ways you don’t yet realize.”
Her gaze softened, but the quiet weight of her words lingered in the air.
“Do as you must, but know that every transaction, every decision, carries its own consequence. Even the quietest ones.”
Jade stepped back slightly, her presence still as commanding as ever, a knowing smile curling at the corners of her lips. “Take your time. After all, you’ve made your choice… haven’t you?”
Aventurine gently cupped [Name]’s cheek, his fingers warm against their skin as he leaned in closer. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he spoke, each word laced with raw emotion. “Thank you for being the victim of my shallow feelings. Thank you for being the light in this dark, cruel world of mine. And thank you for being My God, My Universe.”
With a quiet, almost reverent sigh, he pressed a tender kiss to their cheek, his lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary before he slowly pulled back. The weight of the moment hung in the air, the finality of it settling between them.
He hesitated, as though fighting the urge to say more, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he took a step back, his gaze lingering on [Name] for just a moment longer before he turned away, the silence between them deafening.
He joined Jade, his figure becoming smaller as he walked away, each step heavy with the burden of his decision. There was no turning back now. The path had been chosen.
[Name] stared at their leaving forms, the weight of Aventurine’s departure crashing down on them. Their knees buckled, and they collapsed to the ground, the floor cool beneath them as if to contrast the heat rising in their chest. A deep, hollow ache settled within them, something raw and jagged. They couldn’t tear their eyes away, even as Aventurine’s figure grew smaller, disappearing into the distance.
A single tear slipped down their cheek, their vision blurring as the reality of it all set in. He had made his choice. And they, helpless, were left to carry the consequences.
All of their friends were gone, except for them. The thought clung to [Name] like a suffocating fog. Who was the real winner of this game, they wondered, if all they had gained was suffering? They had fought so hard, endured so much, only to be left with this emptiness.
Was this show just a twisted spectacle for the amusement of others? A stage where lives were tossed aside like pawns, and the price of victory was the destruction of those who dared to play? It felt like the entire universe had conspired against them, a cruel joke at their expense. The lives lost, the bonds broken, were all just pieces of a larger game, one they never truly understood.
What was the point, if all they had was pain? What kind of world was this, where those who cared the most were left to suffer while those in control laughed at their misery?
The question echoed in their mind, unanswered, as the weight of loss threatened to consume them.
All of a sudden, [Name] felt the warmth enveloping them, a comforting presence they hadn’t expected. Their breath hitched, the overwhelming pain and confusion ebbing slightly as arms wrapped around them, pulling them close. It felt… so real, yet too surreal to believe. The embrace, gentle and steady, grounded them in a moment where nothing else mattered.
And then, that voice, familiar and tender, spoke.
“[Name], the dream… is over now.”
The words were soft, like a whisper of wind, but they hit [Name] with a force that left them breathless. Why did that voice sound so familiar? Why did it feel as if the world was suddenly shifting, like they were waking from a long, deep sleep?
And then it clicked.
“Robin…” they whispered, their eyes fluttering shut for a moment, as if the name itself could anchor them to this fleeting reality.
Robin’s presence was all around them, warm and safe, like the softest memory from before the world had shattered. She pulled them tighter, as if nothing had ever happened, as if the loss, the pain, and the fight had all been part of a dream—a dream they could now leave behind.
Her arms, a comfort in the darkness, held [Name] as if to say that, for this one moment, they could forget everything. Forget the pain, the suffering, the crushing weight of the game. It didn’t matter. What mattered was now.
As she hugged them tightly, her voice soothing in the stillness, “It’s just a sweet dream.”
And then, everything faded into a soft, dreamlike embrace—an illusion, a hallucination of the heart. Robin’s spirit was all that remained, a fleeting warmth in the wake of all that had been lost.
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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 5 months ago
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Run, pretty girl, run FINAL Chapter 7
Summary:  Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray.  The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives.  Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with.  Will they make it before she goes into labor?  Or at all?
Warnings: violence, pregnancy, childbirth, death of minor character, language, eventual smut
“Бегать”: run “Подтвердить” : confirmed “Enkosi”: thank you “Дома”: home “Добро пожаловать”: welcome
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2 years later
Bucky walked up the steps to the small home he and Y/N had moved into a year and a half ago.  He had reached out to Shuri after their Monaco trip, and she had been more than happy to have them stay in Wakanda.  She had also been ecstatic to plan their wedding shortly after they moved in.  Bucky saw no use in waiting, knowing what he wanted with Y/N, and she had excitedly accepted.  He unlocked the door and stepped in, toeing off his shoes to the side and setting down his bag in the entryway.
“Mamas?” he called out as he dropped his keys in the bowl and walked through the hallway toward the front room.  Y/N didn’t answer.  She should be home.  He looked around for a moment then headed to their bedroom.  He checked his phone, not seeing any new messages from her.  “You here pretty girl?” he called out again.  Bucky heard a sniffle coming from their bathroom and walked to the door, trying to open it but it was locked.  “Y/N?  Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
“Yeah!” Y/N called back, though her voice sounded shaky.
“You don’t sound fine,” Bucky said.  He waited a moment.  “You’re freaking me out, Mamas.  If you don’t open this door in two seconds–”  Y/N unlocked the door and opened it slowly, peering up at him with red-rimmed eyes.  “Woah, hey,” he said, walking in and cupping her face in his hands.  “What’s wrong?  What happened?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she smiled.  “These are happy tears.”  Bucky still checked her over, noticing she kept an arm behind her back.
“Happy tears about what?” he asked, his eyes narrowing at her.
Y/N sniffed again, biting her lower lip as she lifted her hidden arm.  She was holding a stick, and she brought it up close to his face.  It took him a moment to register what she was showing him, then his eyes widened and his hands fell from her face and took it from between her fingers.  Pregnant.
“You’re…I…” he stuttered, staring at the word.
“I’m pregnant,” Y/N whispered, her tears returning.  
Bucky looked at her again, a smile spreading across his face.  “You’re pregnant,” he repeated quietly.  “We’re…gonna have a baby.”
Y/N nodded and huffed a laugh.  “I’m gonna have your baby,” she said, her own smile breaking through.
Bucky laughed and set the test down then picked her up in a hug.  Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and giggled into his ear as he swung her around and out of the bathroom.  “My wife,” he started, interrupting himself with kissing her anywhere he could reach, “having my baby,” he said as he laid her down on their bed.  He kissed her deeply and she sighed through her nose.
When he pulled away she looked up at him with shining eyes.  “Are you happy?” she asked, looking a little hesitant.
“Yes, Mamas,” Bucky nodded, knowing she was only asking because of her previous experience.  “I’m so happy,” he smiled, tears starting to build in his eyes.  “I want this.  Are you happy?”
“Hells yeah,” she answered, making him laugh.
Bucky shifted himself down and lifted her shirt to expose her belly.  She wasn’t showing yet, of course, but it didn’t stop him from caressing her stomach with a soft reverence as he leaned down and kissed just above her belly button, then dragging his lips across her skin and kissing randomly until he reached the scar near her navel, kissing it tenderly.  Y/N’s fingers ran through his hair as she watched him.  “I love you,” Bucky whispered to her stomach.  “I already love you so much.  You’re gonna have the best mama in the world.  And I’ll do everything I can to make sure you make it here, and give you the life you deserve,” he continued, and Y/N inhaled shakily.  “My baby.”
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THE END
**I hope y'all liked this one, as heart-wrenching as it was. Thank you for the likes, reblogs, follows and comments. I've got a couple more stories in the idea bank, but if you have any ideas or requests let me know and I'll see what I can come up with. Love y'all! -Li
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fast-moon · 1 year ago
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Noragami Final Chapter Raws
It's here! It's the end! This chapter isn't numbered and is just called "final chapter", but it would technically be 109, I suppose. There's a LOT of talking in this chapter to tie up loose ends, but I also took the day off work to work on it, so hopefully I can finish it in a day, since it's twice as long as normal.
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heavenlyraindrops · 6 months ago
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♱ Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty Six ~FINALE ♱
Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty Six Warnings: profanity How to find the other chapters in my pinned post.
♱Where the purest soul in Heaven falls for the Devil♱
[Chapter Twenty Six]
“[name]! Dad!” Charlie adjusted her bow, as you and Lucifer appeared in the hotel lobby. You cleared your throat, smiling nervously as she approached. 
“Charlie,” Lucifer said smoothly. He looked at you. “This is [name]. You’ve met.”
“Yes.” Charlie looked at you apologetically. “Look, I’m so sorry for what Alastor did. I don’t really know-“ she waved her hands around, “-the basics of the… situation, but I am sorry.”
“Whatever he did isn’t yours to apologize for,” you reassured her, and she smiled weakly. 
“Yes, well…” Lucifer looked around, face expressionless. “Where is he, exactly?”
Charlie laughed nervously. “Dad…”
“I’m just asking.”
“Don’t do anything, please?”
He didn’t say anything.
“Look, Alastor is still useful to the hotel! And… you know how he is.” She looked at you. “I mean, how was he meant to know- I mean, he always does this, right? He likes to stir up drama.”
You frowned. She was making sense.
Alastor didn’t know of anything prior to your fall. He couldn’t have. All he saw was a frazzled girl to take advantage of and pit against his rival. 
“This doesn’t mean you should forgive him,” Charlie said quickly. “It’s just, this hotel is about second chances. Consider this his second chance?”
“Redemption was his second chance,” you said stiffly, crossing your arms. Charlie looked dejected, but Lucifer cut in quickly.
“I won’t try and hurt him, Apple Pie.”
You both exchanged a look. 
You went over to the couch, where Angel Dust was strewn out, his limbs draped over the sides as he scrolled on his phone. He looked up at you. 
“Hey.” He sat up quickly. “[name].”
You gave him a wan smile, sitting down. “It’s been a while, huh?”
“I wouldn’t say that long.” He shuffled up the couch, drawing up his legs to make more space. “Sure does feel like a while, though.”
You hummed in agreement. “Say, where’s Alastor?”
Angel sat up straighter. “I betcha he’ll be out in a minute. Still sulking from that ass-kickin’ ya gave him.”
You both fell silent, and your phone pinged. You pulled it out to see Velvette’s number on your screen, a photo attached. You clicked on it. 
A selfie, her lips pushed together in a pout. In the background, Valentino was screaming at a very fed-up looking Vox.
The caption read: he got cancer in his balls. u ok now? xoxo 
A small laugh bubbled last your lips as you typed out your answer:
I’m fine now. Is that even possible with demons?
Her reply came immediately. idk. i dont think it’ll kill him tho :( he’ll prob just live w it forever. glad ur ok babes
“Angel,” you said, straightening up. He looked at you expectantly. “Valentino has testicular cancer.”
His lips stretched into a grin. “Seriously? Like, cancer in his dick?”
You snorted. “Yeah.”
You both burst into a fit of laughter, so much so that you didn’t notice when a static buzzing filled the air. You froze, looking up. 
“Alastor,” Angel said flatly.
Alastor smiled, although it was shaky, upon seeing you. “[name]!” He laughed, taking a sudden step back as you stood up, clenching your fists. Your nails cut into your palms. “What a pleasant surprise. I’m glad you’re alright after that unnecessary scuffle outside.”
“You…” your lip curled. “I’m gonna fucking kill you.”
You vaguely registered Charlie shouting desperately: “[name], no!” As you lunged towards him, forcing him down, hands closing around his neck. 
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“You never fixed the window,” you remarked.
Lucifer looked at you, fondness still written all over his features as you picked your way around the empty room, careful not to step on any glass pieces. “It’s just the same,” you murmured. “This room.”
He stepped towards you, slipping his hand around your waist. “It is.”
It had been a week since you’d both left the hotel, no explanation given to any of the residents, instead replaced with an open, rather violent altercation with Alastor in the lobby. Charlie was certain Alastor had made a mistake, in his lust for “entertainment”, and hadn’t known the gravity of the situation. She was certain that he deserved a second chance. 
Despite all this, you’d still given him a beating that would keep him battered for at least a week. And on his toes around you for the rest of his afterlife. 
The light from the city filtered in, glinting off of the jagged remnants of the window pane, and bathed you and Lucifer both in red light. 
He turned to you. “[name].” You looked at him.
He sank down to one knee.
You stumbled back, hands flying to your mouth. “L-luci…”
“[name], me and you… we’ve known each other for so long. There’s been ups and downs- a lot of downs-“
You could feel tears springing to your eyes.
“But in the end, we’re still together.” He took in a deep breath. “Sometimes I was worried that it wasn’t meant to be- we were too far apart, too many bad things were happening to you, just because you were with me, but now…” 
He pulled out a small box.
“I know that’s wrong.”
A small golden ring glinted in the red light.
“[name], will you marry me?”
You stared at him in shock, knees going weak. “Yes. Oh my- yes!” 
He laughed, exhilarated and relieved as he stood up again to sweep you up in an embrace. You buried your face in his shoulder. “I love you,” he murmured against your skin. You pulled away, tears now freely streaking down your face as you looked at him. 
“I love you too,” you replied, and he took your hand, sliding the ring on. It fit perfectly. 
He grasped both your hands in his, looking at you, eyes brimming with adoration. You leaned over, pressing your lips against his. 
He let out a surprised noise, hands snaking around your waist as you cupped his cheek, both your lips moving together. You kissed him until you couldn’t breathe, until you pulled away, panting slightly. 
“I love you,” he repeated, as if saying it once wasn’t enough. You gave him a tearstained smile. 
“I love you too.”
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prettyshon10 · 1 year ago
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Major shoutout to the voice actors, because that scream Armin let out after he got his memories back…
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