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n0tamused · 2 months ago

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Genshi/HSR Characters as Dragons!

A/n: It has been a bit since my last dragon post, sorry my friends. Gotten a bit under the weather but I think that small reprieve has given me a lot of time to think of these designs! So I really hope you like them. Let me know what you think, or maybe who you'd like to see next in dragon form?

Contents: Diluc Ragnvindr, Sunday, Trailblazers(Stelle and Caelus) x GN Reader (separate), angsty hcs and also fluff, implied religious trauma in Sunday's hcs? Trauma in general.

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Diluc Ragnvindr:

-The esteemed Uncrowned King of Mondstadt is not only famous for belonging to a rich family and being top of the food chain in the industry, but also for possessing a power unlike any other. Dragons and dragon shapeshifters, although not unheard of or rare, have been scarcely seen since the cataclysm. Besides Dragon Dvalin, not many others are present in Mondstadt today

-No one exactly knows whether the Ragnivindr family had dragon people before, as the family seems to have kept their history to themselves, but if secrecy was their goal then what did bring Diluc to display his skill with claws and fang? Some speculate that it is not the Ragnvindr lineage that carries this power, but rather it is his mother that passed down the dragon blood onto her son. Diluc doesn’t talk about it whatever the case is.

-Even in dragon form he is hard to mistake for someone else. He carries himself with power in every step and is always well kept.

-Kaeya used to tease him when they were children, when Diluc didn’t have much control over his draconic form and when he used to stumble from being a kid one moment and being a small hatchling the other. Kaeya would pull at his tail only to get smacked by it. But the two boys were inseparable and trusted one another. Kaeya never spilled the secret of his red-headed brother’s abilities

-Not even the childhood friends Jean and Barbara knew of the secret

-Yet, that dreadful night came when Crepus died, and flames soared so high and so hot that not even the rain could quench it.

-It goes without saying that Diluc carries a lot of guilt and trauma from those days and for the first time in his life he found himself truly and utterly alone. He had no one. Crepus was dead, Kaeya betrayed him, Adelinde was just a maid, he couldn’t trouble her and he and any other friend he may have had in his youth have long since drifted apart.

-Grief turned to anger and that anger swallowed him, pushing him onward on the path of vengeance.

-Shneznaya had suffered much of his attacks - well, the Fatui there did, Diluc never risked harming a civilians, and he had saved quite a few hostages that the Fatui had gotten their hands on. In the land of ice, Diluc almost died as well once he came face to face with one of the Fatui Harbingers, and a dragon shifter at that too. He managed to live by the skin of his teeth, dragging his battered self into the snowy deserts that stretched on endlessly

-That incident ultimately sent him back to his home. He had learnt much and suffered plenty, it was time to let the winter turn to spring.

-Adelinde and Elzer had sent him many letters, he knew, he received most of them. Yet he never had the heart to respond to them..

-He came back a new man, scarred both in flesh and soul, yet a small piece of him was… content, maybe numb too. The cold of the nation Tsaritsa governs over certainly took its toll on him.

-If truth be told, he didn’t expect to return from the trip and he certainly didn’t think he’d ever form any sort of notable relationships in his personal life. He didn’t look for them nor did he particularly look forward to any either. His wound always felt too fresh to let anyone close

-Yet you just managed to do just that. Get close enough into this barricade he built around himself, and you helped put soft linen around his wounds, holding him close when he yearned for touch, leaving him be when he yearned for the cold.

-It took a while, but a rose in the wall of ice began to bloom. Flowers, no matter how delicate, always find cracks to grow in, even stronger than on solid ground.

-Diluc is quite protective of you, very much so, but he is not pushy with it. He understands boundaries and he himself is not a fan of always hovering over someone’s head or being in someone’s space. He does have his ears and good eyes, not just his own, that would alert him should any harm come to you

-You did find some of his feathers around the winery. At first you didn’t know they were his, so you just picked it up as it was still a rather impressive feather, yet it became even more precious once you learnt it belonged to him. Diluc didn’t understand why you’d keep it or regard it with so much admiration, but he wasn’t going to voice whatever protest he had that soon died on his tongue

-He reveals his dragon form to you even later, in the lush grass around the Dawn Winery during one dusky evening. Winter was coming so the air was chilly and breezy. You wanted to watch the sunset and to eventually stargaze, but Diluc wanted you warm while you did that, and soon his dragon form was lying behind your back, his warmth seeping into you and keeping you comfortable.

Sunday:

-Not every eye that is open is seeing, and not every eye that is closed is dreaming, so who are we to judge another? Sunday, the dragon in rule over the Land of Festivities, had long since ascended past a simple ruler. His current form alone demanded a certain form of delicate respect, a cautious one at that.

-No one remembers how he may have looked like before, if he had eyes or if those had been claimed by the Harmony or ▇▇▇▇

-Aeon of Harmony keeps their eyes closed, and in doing so rids themselves of any subjective thoughts. All are equal, and together we are stronger, such is the mantra of Harmony and Sunday was adept at putting that image forth. People were happy, people were content.

-How many wings does Sunday have that are his own? Only two pairs. One pair meant for flight was crippled, cut short, and the other pair shields his eyes from the world. He now only moves and flies when THEY wish he flies, when THEY allow it, when THEY deem it necessary, and not anytime else. These wings are a burden and a blessing. They’re not his own but he hates to think they’d hurt him should he make some error - not that he would, he won't allow himself an error. No..

-Sunday inhabits his dragon form a lot of times, which, in a way, is also dictated by THEM. The only time he is human is when he goes behind the screen to listen to people confessing their bad deeds and their sins, bestowing his blessing and forgiveness unto them and guiding them back on the right track. THEY are merciful, he says, you have been forgiven.

-His words of advice and the action he took to ‘renovate’ the Land of Festivities(Dreams) have gained him much support and love and even many more followers where he previously had less. People generally did like the Oak family, they also loved his sister. She was the pearl of the Oak family, the sun, and he was the moon and the sea.

-The colorful pair of horns on his head is said to come from the Harmony as well, it is THEIR blessing to Sunday, to look more formidable yet more approachable. It is THEIR gift. People know and people see this as a sign that he is the true leader they should follow. Many have become more easy to get to do certain things - most of them good yes, like behaving and upholding the rules while in the Dreamscape, but other actions came as hidden tactics from THEM to harvest the necessary power needed for the next step.

-Sunday has become lost in this grand scheme of things, and even the thought of the next morning became a thought too far to consider. He barely has time alone and to himself, he can never escape the eyes of THEM.

-He hates to trouble you. You two have drifted apart it would seem, yet from time to time Sunday would find you visiting him, wishing to give him company at least for a little while. And silently he prays he can indulge you - he wants to, he misses you, your warmth, your presence, your voice, your touch. He is welcoming to you. You have an idea of what’s happening: stress, work, duty - it is a response that he offered one too many times, but there was more, something you couldn’t dig up. It was a thorn in your side, you couldn’t get it out.

-So you sit with him, sharing some words and stories over dinner, tea and cakes. Other times you lay with him, his ear to your chest, listening to the gentle drumming of your heart, a lullaby that is the last thing able to have him sleep soundly.

-He dislikes for you to see him in his dragon form, he considers it broken although it looks angelic in the eyes of the majority, but as it is the form he is found in a lot of the time it is unavoidable. Yet you are the only person he allows to touch him, besides his sister.

-Touch him, pet him, do as you wish. He is there for you.

Trailblazers:

-Double trouble, Baseballer of the Cosmos, the Nameless, the…*looks at smudged ink writing* Yes, the esteemed Trailblazers!

-You may have heard many stories about them, but once you get a look at them in reality, you’ll see just how amazing they are. The world is vast, yet they seem to shock everyone with their…otherworldly appearance.

-They both claim they weren’t like this before - they were two different people, but now they’re not and they do not remember how it all came to be this way. It is odd, but they’ve gotten used to it.

-Despite the appearance, Stelle is the more aggressive of the two and usually packs a more meaner bite, headbutt or a nastier scratch of the claws. Caelus is more shy, despite him looking more scary, he is sheepish and a tad bit more naive. But both of them are determined to get to the bottom of their story and to get back to their own bodies. The stellaron within them also seems to have something to do with their current predicament.

-There were times where they were glad for it, as they could provide each other with company and comfort, their heads nuzzling their cheeks together or tangling their necks when they go to sleep in the dragon form.

-Going in human form is rather complicated, neither of the two like it as one would have to be “dormant” while the other roams the world. The dormant one is able to hear most of what goes on outside, but they’re stuck roaming the subconscious like a heliobi - roaming through hazy memories and corridors. They have gotten used to each other's company so much that it is odd to be “alone”.

-They both love the express a lot and their significant other - which also puzzles them as to how they even have one to begin with.. but alright, they’re not arguing against it nor are they dissatisfied. It is funny how, at times, one of them can get sassy with the other when it comes to dates and things, sometimes even jealous.

-But it is cute, and it works out in the end.

-At times there are situations where it would be better for either Stelle or Caelus to go (battle - Stelle; something more diplomatic - Caelus), so the two can switch back and forth if really necessary

-Their tail in dragon form is something like a beaver tail, although much fluffier. It can pack a nasty hit if you’re unfortunate to be on the receiving end of their attacks..

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animeshotsh · 6 months ago

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Family or so ~ Choso Kamo x Mom!Reader x (adoptive Yuuji!)

Summary: Being the non oficial mom of Yuuji and then meeting his brother.

● Manga Spoilers / Angst / Slight Canon Divergent / Fem!Reader / Reader is refered as "mom" / Fluff at the end / Grammar mistakes

When Choso first came into Yuuji's life you were on guard towards him. While being a professor in Jujutsu High you could not help but be protective over the students like they were your own kids.

Yuuji was your favorite one. Not only because of the fatal end he would have to face, but his personality made you see him more and more as your own blood.

One time he actually called you "mom" in front of the class, ending with him blushing and saying how sorry he was, and with Megumi and Nobara laughtning in the back.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

However you told him it was fine and that he could call you that if he wanted. Soon he forgot the inicial shame and just called you "mom" whenver he needed you, related or not to school, sometimes just for you to end seeing a movie with him.

It made a bond between you two stronger than any other bond you ever formed with other student, other professors saw this and would often do slight jokes about it (Gojo being the first one) but it never bothered you.

To you, Yuuji was your son.

Choso saw you as Yuuji's personal angel. Yes, the half curse was a bit jealous on how much his brother seemed to relay on you and not him. It was expected considering Yuuji anf You knew each other longer, however Choso still felt jealousy till Yuuji told him what you had done for him so far and how you were the first one he could see as a family after the death of his grandpa.

"Choso, today you die as a curse, go and live as a human and be sure to let (Y/N) know your feelings"

Choso started to see you in a different light, slowly growing feelings for you, it started as gratitute but as time passed they ended being romantic, these were more human, and made him feel like a human.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Saddly the jujutsu world did not wait for anyone. There was not a perfect or ideal moment for him to tell you. Even if Yuuji had his back and supported him, there was not a single time he could say the words to you, how much you mean to him, how gratefull he was for how you have took care of Yuuji.

~☆~☆~☆~☆~

Yuuji had lost too many people he cared for.

Nobara, Nanami, Junpei, Gojo, Megumi....only you and Choso still stood besides him, in his heart and at his side in the battelfield. He could only fight because of both of you, to prevent Sukuna for making the next curse era and to protect you from him.

"You know, once im done with you I will go for that woman you love so much, i will tear all her limbs apart"

"...mom?" Yuuji had lost his balance, falling to his knees seeing your body lay in front of him. Hot tears felt from him and on top of your face, however you had died with a smile knowing you had saved him.

Sukuna knew how much Yuuji loved you, he liked to torment him by telling him how he would kill you once he was done with him. But at the end, Sukuna did not kill you by torturing you, he killed you while you protected Yuuji.

The power of the technique blasted your already beated up body, but you did not care, not when your sacrifage had saved Yuuji from a fatal attack. Your mind did not register the moment death finally came, all you could see was the suprised face from Yuuji.

Im sorry Itadori

The next one Yuuji had lost was Choso.

Why? Why did he had to lose too many ? Was him cursed to die alone? Had him not suffer enough?

~☆~☆~☆~☆

He saw Choso burn out till death. But he never just like you, stopped smiling at him. He had seen your own sacrifage for Yuuji and could only swear his love for you got stronger at that point as well as his hate towards Sukuna.

Choso knew he was protecting his younger and dear brother, thats why he never stopped smiling at him.

The afterlife was...strange. A white space with nothing but you. You felt sadness, the chances of defeating Sukuna were not on your favor after Gojo's death. Yet everyone had tried their best, pushing till their limits.

Your only regret was leaving Yuuji behind, but your love for him had made you move to save him, you still had hope that he would be fine, because Choso was with him.

Suddendly all around you changed, now you a few feet away from a big table. Two figures were there too.

Oh Choso, how you have fallen for the curse. It was like being a teen again, you had to avoid him in order to not lose your toughts when he waw close. You wished the time was different, that Sukuna was not out causing chaos, that Gojo was still with all of you. Then maybe you could have tried to act on your feelings. You would see how much effort he would put in being Yuuji's older brother, it melted your heart and made you wish for a different life, once where no one had to suffer, one where you, Yuuji and Choso were together as a family.

~☆~☆~☆~☆

You were confused to say the least, their energy was unfamiliar yet there was no sign that they were going to hurt you.

"(Y/N)?" A very distinct voice called out to you in confusion. You knew without having to look back who was calling you.

"I- im sorry, I left Yuuji alone again" even from the distance you could see Choso small tears forming.

Slowly you turned to see the one who had your heart. Choso was there, and that could only mean one thing.

Sukuna had killed him and Yuuji was alone again.

Without saying a thing you took steps towards him, getting close, slowly lifting his head up and wiped his tears away.

"Choso, im sure you are here because you put Yuuji's life first....just like i did" You softly told him smiling when you saw him nod at you.

He then made something you were not expecting, he hugged you. Holding you close to his chest. He was cold, just like you, no breathing or heartbeat could be feel or noticed.

"I- i never thanked you for being there for him, for Yuuji. I left im alone, i tried to kill him"

"You did not know-"

"Yes, i did not know but i still did it. And you, you accepted me despite that, and left me enter his life. Me, a half curse"

"Choso, i can say, you are more human than you believe" you responded looking into his eyes. "And i believe Yuuji thinks the same"

Silence filled the space till Choso talked again.

"I want to reborn, i want to live a complete life with Yuuji, i want to teach him so much....and i want you to be by my side"

His last words were said in a whisper and with a blushed face, but you did listen to them.

"I promise Choso, in the next life we will"

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆

"Mooooom!! I cant find my shoes" A five year pink hair said appearing in the kitchen.

"Did you check your room?" You asked turning back finding the little sunshine nodding.

"Fushiguro will be here soon! Can you help me?"

Just as you were going to shut down the fire a tall figure appear behind the kid.

"Would i like to know why your shoes where in my room?"

"Choo-nii!! I forgot i left them there"

Just as Choso was going to softly scold his little brother for not being more organized the door bell ran.

"OOOOOOOOI!! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE FOR THE GAME!! I WANT TO CRUSH THE KYOTO KIDS" The voice of a white hair screamed.

"He knows is the kids that are playing right?" You joked to your Husband who just moved his shoulders not being sure anymore.

"Bye Mom!! Bye Choo-nii!!"

"Bye Baby!! Be careful and dont give Mr.Gojo a hard time" you yelled as the boy ran towards the door where a black hair kid with the most serious face and the adult besides him were waiting.

"You know....we should give Itadori a small brother or sister...he seems on the need of one" Choso casually said passing his arms around you.

"Yeah we should....WAIT WHAT?"

"....Dear the food is burning"

"Oh fuck! We will discuss this later mister!!"

3 years besides your husband and your adoptive Son Itadori.

Life could not be better.

#jjk x reader #jjk x you #choso kamo x reader #itadori yuuji x reader

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lokisprettygirl · 9 months ago

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Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)

Read chapter 2 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Summary: Survival on your own becomes difficult but at least you're not alone.

Warning: 18+ death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could

Three weeks, it has been three weeks since you had been stranded on that forsaken island with Daemon and no rescue has come looking for you two. You were marking everyday by scribbling the numbers with stones. Each morning you awoke with a deep sense of dread, hoping with all your heart that this nightmare would finally end.

Looking after yourselves on the island wasn't easy, as you were constantly fighting for survival. Both of you were barely surviving on eating fruits in the day and occasional fish that Daemon managed to catch, which was never enough to fulfill your hunger for the night.

Things seemed to just get worse everyday. On the 4th day Daemon had suggested that you two needed to take care of personal hygiene, like brushing your teeths and bathing. This wasn't the type of conversation you wanted to have with the guy you had a huge crush on but you were both emptying your bowels in the woods while the other one remained a few feet away to safeguard so the shame was the first thing to get swept up in the waters.

Your hair was starting to get matted and you feared you'd have to cut it all off if by chance you'd end up getting rescued. If you'd end up getting rescued.

However you had watched a nature documentary where the man suggested using mango tree barks as dental twigs, sure it didn't do the best job but it did something to keep your teeth and mouths clean.

All of those things were terrifying of course but none of it seemed as horrible as what you were about to go through soon. You were close to the beginning of your menstrual cycle, it was one less thing Daemon didn't have to worry about you thought.

Within the first two days on the island, you and Daemon made the difficult decision to remove the clothing of the people who had perished, it felt disrespectful sure but you both needed it, you washed those clothes in the sea water to get rid of blood as much as you could and you were saving some of it for the hell week, bleeding wasn't your concern though, it was the deathly cramps you were about to suffer.

“Here..eat it” Daemon handed you a banana before he sat down next to you. They had ripened. You looked at the blue shirt he was wearing today as it was from one of the bodies. His hair was all messed up, same as yours, and he had grown a thick stubble which actually made him look really rugged. As your eyes met, you realized that despite the grueling circumstances, you had somehow maintained a sense of normalcy, a familiar comfort in the midst of chaos.

On the 12th day he got one of his migraine attacks and there was nothing to soothe him from the pain and sensory overload.

Well that was one thing you thought you didn't have to worry about.

At night while he was wailing in pain you took him near the sea and soaked a piece of cloth in the cold water to put it over his head order to bring him some relief, then you caressed his head until he had fallen asleep, once he was asleep you stepped a few feet away from him but stayed close enough where you could see him. And then you cried, you cried and cried until you weren't able to cry anymore, you were beginning to lose hope everyday, the tears were streaming down your face as you acknowledged the bleakness of your situation. The realization of the harsh reality of the island and the possibility that rescue will never come weighed heavily on your heart.

Despite continuously scanning the skies for the past three weeks, neither of you had spotted even the slightest hint of a helicopter. In a desperate attempt to attract attention, you had gathered large rocks to form the word “HELP” on the beach. However, the days passed by without a single rescue mission. You had a feeling that they weren't even looking for you. Perhaps they thought both of you had succumbed to death like the other passengers.

“Oh god it's happening” you grabbed your stomach as you felt the first churn and you felt the blood dribbling down so you quickly got up and ran towards the shack to get the cloth. Daemon sighed as he realized you were going to be in additional pain today, this hasn't been easy for you two. After all, nobody truly prepares you for a situation like this where you are at the mercy of nature on a remote island, stripped of all your comforts and basic necessities.

When you came back after a few minutes, it was turning dark already so Daemon had got the fire ready and also prepared the bed of leaves for you so you immediately laid down on it.

“What can I do darling” he asked you softly as he caressed your head so you groaned in response.

“Take my uterus” he couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. In an attempt to alleviate your suffering, he heated a coconut shell over the fire and wrapped it in a piece of cloth before placing it gently on your belly. The gesture would have made you bawl your eyes out if you weren't already crying from the pain. You always felt as if your pain was on the number ten but you knew most women felt that way.

“God i wanna die..I wanna die daemon..i am done..i can't ..I can't..just kill me I'm done” you began to cry profusely so he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“You're not going to die my brave girl..I'll get you through this alright” his tone was gentle and reassuring.

“It hurts so bad ..”

“I know..i know” he really wished he could have eased your pain somehow and then he remembered something.

“Ummmm may I offer a suggestion?” he pulled away to look at you, your cheek was soaked with tears.

“Don't suggest sex, we can't have sex” you mumbled between your cries so he smiled.

“I almost forgot you are off pills”

You hummed in agreement as he said that. You didn't want to have sex with him to prevent yourself from falling in love with him, the thought of the pills hadn't even crossed your mind “I can still do something” he mumbled as he scooted closer to you so you scooted away.

“What are you doing?” You asked him so he wrapped his arm around your waist, his fingers gently caressed circles on your skin.

“Just trying to help” he mumbled softly as he kissed your forehead, even though his mind was racing and he really wanted to kiss you, he went with his better judgment and refrained.

In the last three weeks both of you had seen each other be at your worsts, physically and mentally, and the old Daemon that had never suffered through such a turmoil, for him perhaps seeing a woman stripped down to her primal nature in every possible way might not have evoked such emotions but this new Daemon that had suffered and was lucky enough to have this gorgeous brave woman by his side on this journey, he only found himself being more drawn towards you every passing day.

Lily still crossed his mind every damn day, he was still in love with her but a part of him resented her as well because he couldn't get over that part where their lives were in imminent danger and she didn't look for him.

“Daemon” you whispered as he unbuttoned your pants and his hand slipped inside, at first he slowly rubbed his fingers over your clothed mound and the gesture was enough to make you feel aroused.

Even amidst the excruciating pain you couldn't deny how attracted you were to him, the beard was awakening something in you and you weren't ready for it. You clenched your thighs around his hand to feel the pressure because the underwear and the cloth you were using as a pad was hindering the sensation from building.

Tears rolled down your eyes as you still felt the pain but he was definitely distracting you as well as he could, you weren't even sure if the orgasm was going to help but you really needed the distraction.

He leaned down to kiss your cheek and it made your breath hitch in your chest.

“Can I touch you without the barrier?” He whispered in your ear so you nodded, at this point you were done being civil about it, it's not as if he hadn't fucked you once already during your periods.

He brought his other hand over your head and caressed your scalp while his fingers slipped into your underwear, you gasped as he used his index and middle fingers to rub across the insides of your labia, thumb played with your clit simultaneously, your breath quickened and fingers clenched around his biceps as the sensation began to build slowly.

"Have you done this before?’ you asked him but your voice came out in breathless whispers which immediately rushed the blood to his cock, it's been three weeks of no release for him as we. He didn't remember going this long without a sexual release ever since he had turned thirteen.

“Mmmm i have pleasured women before darling” he mumbled softly and you gasped as his middle finger slipped inside you. Curling his digit inside he looked for your sweet spot, his long slender fingers were one of the reasons he was so good at pleasing women using just his hands.

“No I mean like this” you murmured softly so he shook his head,

“No..i had sex with lily while she bled but she never allowed me to touch her with my fingers”

“Ohhh okay” you whispered and your nails dug into his skin as his digit brushed over that spot that made you see millions of stars on a very clear night.

“Is it weird?” you asked him as you moaned so he leaned down to kiss your neck,

“Mmmhm but I like it.. I like weird, i like touching you like this when you're going through something so natural”

His thumb played with your clit while he pumped two fingers in and out, didn't take you long enough to cum around him, it has been three weeks since you had touched yourself..

He had left you gasping and shaking with that orgasm. Much to your shock and relief the cramp had subsided, it was still there but the pain had gone down from ten to five almost immediately.

“Thank you..thank you so much” you mumbled softly as you caressed his cheek so he leaned down to kiss your forehead and pulled his hand out of you to go wash them off the blood. When he came back you noticed the clear bulge in his pants, you were hoping things won't get weird between you two now, he was still hung up on Lily and you had learned that important lesson the last time.

You really had learned your lesson but he had done something nice for you, something sweet and thoughtful and–

“Do you want me to touch you?” You whispered in his ear as he laid down next to you so he turned his head to look at you. You had helped him go through the migraine attack he has suffered so he really just wanted to help you the same.

“Didn't do it for the exchange” he turned his body towards you as he propped himself on his elbow so you wrapped hand around his neck to caress his nap, you both had been cuddling each other for warmth since you got here so the position didn't really seem foreign.

“I know…I just..you must need it too”

He sucked in a breath as your hand slipped down and you didn't waste a second before you pulled him out of the confinement of his pants, he was hard and leaking as you had assumed.

You brought your hand up and looked at him confidently,

“Spit”

The way you said the word made him feel weak in the knees, there was no room for argument or discussion anymore nor did he want it. He grabbed your palm and brought it closer to his mouth to dribble down his spit which you used as a lube to stroke him slowly.

Perhaps you'd have never done this in your normal life, you never would have felt so bold and confident but here on this island, far away from the civilization, there were no rules for any of you. In nature you found yourself to be an extension of it.

“That feel okay?” You mumbled softly as you pumped his cock up and down slowly and all he could respond with was a moan and the clenching of his jaw. It felt more than okay, it felt amazing. His mouth kept opening as the pleasure built slowly, he looked like a fish out of water as you increased the pace ever so slowly.

Shallow breaths heated up quickly as he was driven to the edge just from a few strokes of your skilled hand, he never imagined you had it in you, when he met you for the first time for some reason he thought of you as a sweet, shy prudish girl but you kept surprising him with your actions.

Loud grunt spilled from his throat as he came, his cum splattered all between you two but you didn't mind it at all, you didn't care.

He panted heavily as he tried to recover from the mind numbing orgasm, for a moment he had forgotten where he was, for a moment he just felt as if he was on a beach fooling around with a beautiful girl, you had made him escape his mind and he was afraid he'd get addicted to that feeling.

No words were spoken as you cleaned yourselves with the sea water but there was no awkwardness whatsoever between you two either, once you both returned you took your usual spot on the leaves.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” You mumbled so he hummed in response.

“Why did you and Lily break up?” he sighed as he heard her name.

“Long story short, we had been together for a long time, we were eighteen when we first met, a few years into the relationship we broke up a few times when it got difficult but found our way back to each other every time..this time around was going to be the same”

Doesn't this negate the whole purpose of a relationship you wondered, aren't you supposed to ride through the hard times together?

“Doesn't it bother you? Letting go of the girl you love?” confusion was visible in your voice, you didn't want to judge their relationship but it just didn't feel right.

“It does but I figured it would be better than losing her completely”

“Hmmmmmm”

“Are you feeling better?” He asked you so you nodded before you turned on your side and closed your eyes.

That night you woke up to a huge spider crawling on your body which immediately made you jump and scream from the top of your lungs, Daemon had no idea whether the spider was poisonous or not so he just grabbed a huge block of rock to end it's life which you weren't really proud of, the island was their home and you two were the ones intruding.

There was a spider bite on your leg which made him worry, he asked you if you were feeling okay and you just nodded in response, the bit mark stung but you felt fine. However Daemon didn't go to sleep that night, he was watching you like a hawk, fearing that you'd die and leave him all alone here.

The next morning when you woke up he hugged you as warmly as he could before you two got on with your day.

The mornings somehow seemed shorter than the nights and everyday when you woke up, daemon took you into the woods to grab freshwater from the river, in four weeks you had encountered snakes, countless of bugs and spiders, he had suggested to eat snakes when he wasn't able to catch a fish but you preferred to starve and die than put a snake in your mouth.

His will to survive was stronger than yours, he had people he wanted to go back to and you had family as well but everyday was making you more and more hopeless, you weren't as strong as him. You kept thinking about your next menstrual cycle arriving and the thought made you shudder, something would eventually kill you and you knew that.

“Why are you so quiet?” He asked you as he sat down next to you, you were halfway into the sea water so he joined you.

“I am losing hope daemon, i know you don't want to hear that but I am losing hope and my sanity everyday”

You hadn't seen any helicopter flying over you yet and you didn't think you were going to either.

“You're not alone in feeling this way okay?” He mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you, both of you had lost a considerable amount of weight in the past two months which was given as you were somehow surviving on fruits and occasional fish but your appetite had decreased as well.

“What will we do if they never come?” your eyes welled up as you questioned him.

“Then we will be here, just like this, we will make a home here and survive as long as we can.. I'll build a house for you from the scratch if I have to”

The moment he said that you broke down and hugged him as tightly as you could. That's when he cupped your cheeks between his palms and kissed you briefly before he pulled away to look at you, then he leaned into you to kiss you deeply this time, the last time you had kissed him was when you had sex on that drunken night.

However you didn't have time to even relish the kiss or think about what it meant to any of you because you heard it, you heard the loud sound of a helicopter whirling in the sky. Daemon jumped up, frantically waving his arms about, trying to signal the helicopter. His actions were desperate and urgent. You wished you had stayed awake for the moment where they came to rescue you both but the relief and shock pushed your already weak body over the edge and you passed out immediately.

However when your eyes flutter open next you were all alone on the beach and Daemon wasn't there. He was gone.

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liveontelevision · 8 months ago

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Hallo!!! I’d just like to say to start I ADORE your work! Especially with Lucifer, the way you depict him is SO refreshing you have no idea.. your work practically canon in my eyes I love it!!! You’re super awesome.

I did also notice that in your Lucifer works you talked about his more ‘unappealing’ traits, so-to-speak. Like his temper, his possessiveness, and especially his paranoia and panic.

I suffer with a paranoia disorder and some ptsd of my own, and it was really nice to have those traits made known, but not have them severely criticized, y’know?

I understand and agree that Lucifer would need a patient partner when it comes to these things, someone to stick around and be reassuring through it all; And while they can get frustrated, not criticize or even leave him for it; something I theorize may have been a reason for Lilith’s own departure.

But what if the reason for the reader’s patience is because of their own panic issues? Or their own temper?

Now to be fair, not sure how i’d exactly want it to go. It could be them comforting him when he panics, or Lucifer when they panic, or just a simple heart-to-heart about their combined struggle and the resilience that is forged because of that…

Like while their breath quickens, hands clutching into their thighs as their brain practically screams at them to calm down through all the mind-numbing internal noise; boiling tears stream down their face as they shiver within the darkness of an empty corridor. Perhaps Lucifer steps around, bearing witness to their storming off, getting a glimpse of the uglier side of their lover. The strange, uncomfortable, terrified side of them. But that isn’t what he sees, not at all. His gaze softens as he stares into their tear-blinded irises and carefully sits in front of them. He sees a person. A real, true human being.

(hahaaa got a bit too silly sorry xP)

All I know is that I think Lucifer, while also being equally concerned, would appreciate having someone who could understand what he’s going through; Well, as close as a sinner could get to understanding it, at least.

But what do you think? Would he act any different? I’d love to know ^^ ❤️

Thank you so much for getting into these details! After reading this I realized how much I connected my own mental struggles to what I write. So just seeing that you're about to relate to it as well made me feel really good :)

This was honestly a little hard for me, trying to get into this mindset. Even though it's not super motivated by Lucifer's character, I kinda needed to write this for myself honestly :') but still, I hope you enjoy this!

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CW: Descriptions of depression and panic attacks, flulff, angst

You were head of heels for Lucifer. And you’d do anything for him, that goes without saying, even if you do enjoy seeing his reaction to your devotion. You knew Lucifer as the king of Hell before anything else, so your first impression of him was obviously different from the Lucifer you know and love today. He was always portrayed in media as some suave, flirtatious, powerful being. No one dared talk negatively about him, his true authority being misinterpreted as pure malicious intent. But that didn’t stop the media from tearing Charlie apart. Why didn’t he defend his daughter then? In summary, Lucifer was known for two things; incredible power and little consideration for the actual ongoings of Hell, even with whatever his daughter was involved with. At first. His saving the hotel, defending Hell on extermination day, and encouraging his daughter, was the side of him that only a handful of trusted people could experience firsthand.

Luckily, you got to be one of those people. It’s easy to take his goofy exposure and temper and make it appear that he is an aloof king. But no one can handle being a hermit for centuries without having a different view on life. And being an outcast from his original realm? Being abandoned by his brothers? Even the most powerful demon couldn't experience that without it taking a mental toll. That was obvious. Comforting Lucifer would never be an easy task, even for someone who’s experienced exactly what he has. And who knows exactly how close Lillith was to him? Was she able to see him in this state? Was it another factor of himself that he chose to bury in fear of rejection and abandonment? It was a pitiful thought, but definitely not an impossible one.

Whether or not you truly understood Lucifer's past, you wanted to be there for him. It felt good to comfort such a powerful being, being an anchor for someone who has an absurd amount of baggage. But it’s not like you always knew what you were doing. You weren’t this perfectly healthy person who knew what to say all the time. When you first got together, you had your doubts about even having feelings for him. He was an icon, a celebrity, royalty. It was great he confided in you, but was his status clouding your judgment? Were you only enjoying the dominance you had over his emotional state because of who he was? Was your admiration misconstrued as love? It took a while for you to get over this mindset. The longer you were together, the less it became you constantly praising and fawning over him, the more it became being in love with your best friend.

You didn’t really bother to bring any of this up to him, the idea made you cringe. Would bringing up your doubts about the relationship only transfer those feelings to him as well? The moment passed, so there’s no need to get him worked up over nothing.

That’s a great example of how your mind works. You assumed that all these spiraling questions, that brought you to the brink of tears, just went away. That, because you realized how much you loved him and how much he loved you, that meant that you never needed to express these thoughts. Nothing could be done about it, those feelings were in the past. Why bring it up now?

There was also the question of how much you gave into the relationship. You gave Lucifer your all, gave him your heart and body, and yet you don’t feel comfortable enough to share your own suffering? You could've blamed Lucifer if you wanted. He should be supporting you the same way you support him. Or you could blame yourself. Obviously, if you wanted support you should feel comfortable asking for it. But why do you have to ask? Lucifer never asked for it. Why don’t you feel comfortable sharing your feelings? Your own trauma? What’s wrong with you?

That ended up being your downfall. Nothing ever just goes away. How could you constantly comfort Lucifer and push him to let out what he needs to, yet refuse to express anything that truly upset you? Demons are essentially immortal, these feelings couldn't be bottled up forever. But they can be bottled up until you break.

Lucifer had an especially rough day, he was looking forward to finding his sweetheart and venting about how shitty his meetings went and how Alastor pissed him off, along with some other daily struggles. That’s all it was; a daily vent session that helped him decompress. What he wasn’t realizing was how much that affected you. It wasn’t really his fault, or he wasn't doing it on purpose at least. You weren’t really the type to share your own struggles, you mentioned that to him once or twice. You felt that crying and letting it all out, venting about struggles that simply don’t need to be discussed, none of that really helped you when you were struggling. But today, you were struggling.

“Ugh! That tacky son of a bitch made fun of my suit today, can you believe it? Like - I mean - C’mon! We basically wear the same things but in different colors, I don’t know what he’s on about. Oh, and I had to go to the Embassy today. Luckily I didn’t need to meet with anyone but I - “ As Lucifer started his long-winded complaints, he stripped himself of his boots, hat, and jacket, then approached you. You were lying in bed, which wouldn't exactly be strange if it were early in the morning or late at night, but it was nearly dinner time. You were wearing your usual pajamas and had been scrolling through your phone for who knows how long. Did you have anything to do today? You didn’t have time to think about that.

Lucifer placed a quick kiss on your forehead, then between words, one on each cheek, then a final, slightly lingering, kiss on your lips. He finally plopped down and laid perpendicular to your lounging body, laying his head in your lap and looking into the ceiling as he went on. You set your phone aside, that had been plugged in and turned on since late last night, leaving it hot to the touch in your hand. You had become numb to it at this point.

None of this seemed to really come off as an issue to you. Who doesn't have a day or two where they can't get out of bed? You were sure you’d be ready to get back to work the next day, so it’s not a problem. Plus, Lucifer was here! You could get some quality time in with him and convince yourself that you weren't wasting a whole day. He went on and on. Talking about the Embassy got him on the topic of Heaven, which led to him sharing a story of how his brothers weren’t supportive of a specific invention he was sharing. “It was really something, you know. If I could've just been accepted by them, if they supported me.. like you do! maybe things could've been different. Maybe - “ Plop. Lucifer flinched at the sudden drop of water that hit his cheek. He wiped it away before finally discovering its source.

You were crying. It was silent, and you were holding your breath to prevent it from turning you into a heaving, sobbing, mess. Lucifer was quick to sit up, seating himself on his knees as he tried to question your disposition. He was finally noticing your overall situation. You are in the same spot that he left you in this morning, wearing the same pajamas, scrolling through the same phone that never left the nightstand. He started to feel ashamed that he didn’t notice any of this sooner. You had shifted your gaze downwards, picking at your clawed fingers like you would your skin when you were alive. This is embarrassing. You don’t want him to see you this way, you look like a mess. You tried your best to keep tears from coming from your eyes, but the fact that Lucifer was sitting near you in absolute silence somehow made it worse. You hitched your breath, trying to control your emotions in any way, then let out a shaky exhale that made your body shrink.

The moment seemed to go on forever. It felt like his eyes were burning into you. You had to do something. Anything. “I’m okay! I’m okay, Luci. Sorry, J-Just a rough day. But it's over now! We can just relax now. Promise.” You quickly said, your voice raspy due to it being the first words you had spoken today. You shifted yourself over, pulling the blanket aside and patting the spot next to you. Lucifer didn’t know how to respond. He’s seen you like this before, everyone has rough days. And why would you lie to him? You could go to him for anything. You knew that, right? He reluctantly moved into the bed, holding his arm out to allow you to snuggle into his side, finally resting your head on the center of his chest. Your eyes looked vacantly towards the other side of the room, as your finger mindlessly traced the seems on the side of his shirt. A monotonous task that kept your mind on anything other than how you were feeling. Today was just one of those days where every little problem you’d encounter was tipping you over the edge, sending you into a spiraling mess.

He knew something was wrong. He didn’t push you away, you clearly needed the contact, but the warm spot that you created from staying in bed all day was apparent when he went in to hold you. Sure, he’s seen you like this before. But this was different. “Darling..? Erm.. Sorry, I didn’t get a chance to - I should’ve.. How was your day, love? Wanna.. talk about it?” He always struggled with words. It’d take him a while, but he’d always manage to get what he intended when he spoke. “Oh, um.. It was good.. My day was good. Didn’t do much, but that’s okay. Just a relaxation day I suppose.” Ah, relaxation. You’ve used that word before. He always wondered; How come relaxation never meant going to a spa or doing something legitimately soothing? Was laying in bed all day really what you considered relaxing?

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry. Go on, you were talking about your brothers? What were you - “ Your diversion was immediately noticed. Before you could even finish your question, Lucifer had taken your chin and angled your head upward to look at him. It was a struggle for you to meet his eyes. You gulped, and no matter how much you wanted to pull away from his grasp, you didn’t. Tears were welling in your eyes the whole time, and even though your breath had calmed, you still seemed winded. “Please tell me what’s wrong. Please. Let me help.” It seemed like everything just fell into place. Lucifer finally picked up on things you never realized came from your insecurities and paranoia. And he wanted to fix it, not stop it, actually fix it. You hated how the idea of it surprised you. It shouldn't, of course, he’d do this for you.

“ I-I promise it’s nothing.. I’ve just been feeling off today, I just want to be close to you. That always helps.” You smiled up at him. No matter how forced, he returned your smile. “Well.. Do you think.. Talking would help?” You tensed up as he spoke, an obvious sensation to Lucifer since you laid suddenly uncomfortably on his chest. “Hun, you know that stuff really isn’t for me… I don’t benefit from that, I think. So don’t worry. Just - be here. For me? Can you do that?” You began to sound agitated. It wasn’t an aggressive plea, more like a plea for this conversation to be over. He wasn’t a huge fan of how you spoke, it came off as a sort of insult to him. Did you not think he could help you in the same way you did for him? He could try. He wanted to try.

He planted a small kiss on your forehead, then traced his hand up and down your back, feeling your tension melt as he did so. He pressed his cheek against the top of your head and picked up your hand in his. He traced your palm, running along the wrinkles and folds of your skin, then lightly grazed his claw up the length of each of your fingers. He sent a starfish motion across the entirety of your hand before finally interlacing your fingers. You stared at his movements the whole time, watching only for a moment before your eyes glazed over, leaving you in a sort of mindless state. He squeezed your hand after giving it attention, which brought you back to reality. Your eyes had continued to drip, leaving a few small specks of wetness on the part of his shirt that sat below your face. With the newfound grip he had on your hand, he pulled your still clasped hands up to his face, rubbing his cheek on the back of your hand before pressing gentle kisses across your knuckles. His eyes looked at you, half-lidded, with your hands still held to his lips.

Well, you weren't lying when you said being around him helped. Just the sight of him caring for you in this way, calmed your mood. You managed to accept that your actions today wernt like you. That something had taken over in your mind to keep you weighed down in your shared bed. “Thank you.” It barely came out as a whisper when you said it, bringing your clasped hands to your own lips and pressing a kiss on his own knuckles in response. “Of course, love. Anything for you. I mean it.” These actions weren't exactly new to the two of you, these were methods you occasionally used to help Lucifer fall asleep, or calm him down after a rough day. But he was using it on you. He had learned how to take care of you, by watching what you do. Noticing how you act on a daily basis and how that contrasts from the version of you he’s seeing right now. It was a subconscious transaction that you two had. But when you did notice it happening, you could hardly contain the mixed emotions you felt. Embarrassment, Pride, Love..

“ I mean it.” He repeated, snapping you from whatever state of mind you caught yourself in, “You know that, don’t you? You know I can help you, right? ” Now, this was new. He’s never questioned you like this. For some reason, it became difficult to respond. To admit that you knew he had your best interest in mind. “Tell me.” He wasn’t demanding, he seemed genuinely concerned as he spoke. Your cheeks flushed, feeling some sort of embarrassment. “Y-Yeah, I know.” You were quiet, still.

Lucifer didn’t seem completely convinced. “I’m sure you do. But can’t you just.. I want to know what goes on in your head.. If that makes sense. I don’t know, maybe I’m overthinking this - No, I want you to try and talk to me. Just try?” You almost scoffed, trying to play it off as some kind of joke. “It’s not important, I’m feeling better now, that’s what’s important.”

That’s when he became agitated. He gently sat up, lifting you up with him. “No! It still matters. Tell me how you feel. Or - how you felt, I don’t know..! Talk to me. Please.” He had a tight grasp on your arms, almost shaking you as he spoke. You tried to calm down, you really did, but you felt forced into talking. Not in a negative manner, just in the way that your instinct to isolate yourself in this state was being challenged. You were physically reacting, tensing under his touch and lowering your eyes to the point he couldn't see them. You rubbed your hands against your thighs, trying to figure out what to say. It seemed like it took too long for you to respond. When you did it came out in the form of broken sobs, your hands moved from your thighs to your cheeks, running your forearm across your face to wipe tears. You broke.

You finally open up about your day. About how today, you felt like you didn't have any reason to get out of bed, how it felt okay to just rot there. You tried your best to describe what makes you this way, but you really weren't all that sure yourself. And despite how much Lucifer struggles with his own words, you were almost silent when it came to describing how you felt. He would nod his head and keep a calm composure, just like you do for him. It took everything in him to just hold you as tight as he could, to repeat I'm so sorry and it'll be okay and I love you so much. But that's not what you'd do at this moment, and he realized how much he'd hate that for himself. It’d feel disingenuous. You loved physical affections, even the slightest intimate moments were improved by a simple hand-holding, or just sitting close to Lucifer. And right now, you felt ashamed for wanting to push him away. But you didn't.

He cooed you, and pulled you in close, his arms engulfing your curled up body. He continued to rub your back, just like you’d do for him, and would ask if you needed anything multiple times, even if you politely rejected each time. Just to be safe. You let out a gross mixture of sobs and apologies, and possibly some things that you’d regret saying later, but the dam was broken at this point. After you had calmed down, he loosened his grasp to let you sit up, your body stiff from holding it in that position for so long. He was quick to create some tissues out of thin air and hand them to you, catching sight of your reddened eyes and nose, but he also made it a point to not stare at you. He’d turn his gaze to the floor, or to your hands, or he’d rest his head on top of yours. “So..? How are you doing?” He almost sounded nervous when he asked as if he might have messed up at some point. “I feel disgusting.” You said bluntly, your voice nasally due to your nose being so stuffed up. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I told you this stuff doesn't work for me, I feel awful still.” A bittersweet smile hit his face, but you were still making it a point to keep your eyes away. “I know, love. But, I’m glad you did it. I’m.. well, I’m glad you’re talking to me - I know it was hard.. So.. thank you, I suppose. You did good.” His words were choppy as if he was still figuring out what he wanted to say. He said what he needed to though.

You let out an absolutely exhausted sigh and leaned back into his chest, bringing both of you back down onto the bed. After a bit more backrubbing and hums of affection, you finally lift your head to look up at him. He was absolutely glowing. The smile on his face brought you butterflies that you didn't realize could resurface after being with someone for so long. “You did so well~” He said in a low tone, keeping his eyes locked on yours, and keeping your head turned upwards by gently holding your chin. “W-Well, don’t say it like that.. Perv..” You let your suddenly dirtied mind blurt out a nervous response. “Hey, that one’s on you. I would never proposition a damsel in distress.” He tapped your nose, speaking in a theatrical voice, before meeting your lips in a much-needed kiss. “Love you.” You muttered into his lips, only to feel his smile form in response. His eyes weld with affection for you when he pulled away. “I love you.”

Even if you felt awful after your little outburst, the reality of laying in bed all day finally hit you with a burst of adrenaline. You weren’t able to sleep after that and Lucifer had no complaints about that. The rest of the night was spent doing silly little things, Lucifer demanded you do your nightly routine, insisting it would help your mood. He provided snacks, started a movie that you mentioned you wanted to see a while ago, and sat behind you as he either brushed your hair or spent the time to give you a thorough massage.

You were so proud of him. You always struggled alone when this kind of thing happened. And, although a little awkward, he was exactly what you needed him to be at that moment.

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deceitful-darlings · 1 year ago

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Genshin idea:

Yandere Traveler…or better yet Yandere Abyss twin with reader?

Aether who found you soon after the fall on Khaenri’ah, so soon after he lost Lumine. Who’s wounds are fresh as he sees the people cursed so unjustly to suffer until their last moment, long after they even lose their sentience and sense of self. He clings to your sympathy and kindness to bandage his pain, relies on you to be able to hold when he needs stability, which he does so desperately, who stays with you while he tries to find his way. But you’re human, with a finite amount of time, far less than his own no matter how he is perceived. While he’s calculating, he isn’t cold. He feels so strongly about everything, that while determined it’s his emotions that spur him on. He needs to keep you, you need to remain with him through this journey, time is not a constant that cannot he changed, leylines, chaotic spaces, Teyvat is a world full of magic and mystery. He’ll avenge Khaenri’ah, he’ll save their people who were wronged so greatly with a heart full of passion, but to keep that burning passion grounded and stable he needs you with him. Even before he became Prince of the Abyss, he was researching pocket dimensions, to suspend you in time so he can remain with you, removing as much risk of harm as he is physically able to, especially other people, none of whom he can trust. A space for simply the two of you until he can lengthen your life to match his own, as it should be. Do not reject him, do not cause him more pain, as time passes perhaps he can take more but until then he is as volatile as the sun he could be seen as. You’ll be ok, today must just be a bad day. Does it really matter how many years have passed? Stop saying you want to leave. He can’t lose anyone else he cares for.

Lumine, who was sure her heart had long since frozen over. Her passion is cold, harsh judgments and hard calculations, there is nothing she wouldn’t sacrifice for her goal of revenge and salvation. Except for you. She’s unsure what it is about you that thawed the smallest corner of her heart, and she tries to deny it for as long as she can, until the dam breaks and she no longer can. Teyvat must fall, but perhaps a small fragment can be saved through your survival she reasons with herself, the foundations of your world are rotten, but that doesn’t mean some fruit can’t be saved from the tree. There’s a comfort she finds in you, even just by your presence, she first caught a glance of you in Mondstadt, a soft smile and gentle aura that she had been longing for for many years is just out of reach. She watches you even as she leads The Loom of Fate, simply observing, waiting for the right moment, waiting for your own fates to intertwine, and they do. She takes you, unconscious and bloody from a Stormterror attack that had nearly crushed you under a tree. Mondstadt, with such a pathetic god, were unlikely to even notice you were missing, or would perhaps simply mark you as deceased with the level of destruction in the woods you were found. The Abyss Order would be where you were nursed, her coldness evident upon every meeting. Your rejection doesn’t matter. She shall show you her kindness, but only when you break, another goal she shall pursue mercilessly until she has succeeded.

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spacetrashpile · 2 months ago

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DRACTOBER DAY 3: DRACULA 2000

Welcome back to Dractober, where I watch and rank one film adaptation of Dracula for every day in October! I'll be ranking each film on two one to ten scales (was it a good adaptation of Dracula and did I enjoy it?) and giving the film a final score at the end by averaging out the other scores.

Today's film is Dracula 2000, released in, who could've guessed it, 2000. This movie is executive produced Wes Craven, known for being the man behind the Scream and Nightmare on Elm Street franchises, but (despite what the marketing and title will tell you) he actually had very little to do with the film as a whole. It follows a Count Dracula who has been let loose on the modern day, specifically in New Orleans. He's on a search for a women who shares his blood, and has been born, not made, to be like him. I could get more into specifics, but I'll try and save the spoilers for the review itself.

Let's get into it!

Well, here we are, the first film on my list that I did not enjoy. I knew it was coming eventually, and it coming with the first film that was actually trying to be a Dracula adaptation and that presented itself as such makes a lot of sense. So, let's answer our first question, was this a good adaptation of Dracula?

This film presents itself from the outset as an actual adaptation of Dracula. We open with a shot of the remains of the Demeter, before we promptly cut forward to the year 2000, and the office of Matthew Van Helsing, a collector of antiques, and his assistant, Simon Sheppard. Thieves break into Matthew's shit to steal a sealed coffin he keeps in the basement, convinced that it's got? Treasure? Or something? It's unclear on what they were specifically looking for, just that they believed it was valuable.

Turns out, that's Dracula's coffin! The entire crew gets attacked as they travel with the coffin by plane to the US. They're all killed, and their plane crashes in the bayou of Lousianna. This is our modern day Demeter crew, except they all also become vampires, and the only woman also becomes one of our stand ins for the brides. Van Helsing travels to America to follow Dracula's trail, and is followed by Simon in turn. Simon is kind of our Steward and kind of our Jonathan.

In New Orleans live two roommates, Mary and Lucy. Mary has had nightmares her entire life of a guy who we know to be Dracula, and Lucy- who's full name is Lucy Westenra!- is her friend who suffers the same fate as book Lucy but with way less screen time </3.

All our main characters come together when Dracula arrives in New Orleans to hunt down Mary. Unfortunately, this leans into one of my least favorite things that Dracula adaptations like to do- making Mina (who Mary is a stand in for) into someone particularly special to Dracula to justify her obsession with her. Thankfully, this film doesn't choose to make her his reincarnated lover (my least favorite variation of this trope). What it does do, however, is much weirder.

Matthew Van Helsing is actually Abraham Van Helsing, who first encountered Dracula back when Bram Stoker was alive, and indirectly inspired Stoker's novel. However, Dracula, unlike the other vampires, cannot be killed by any means (that Van Helsing has discovered). After capturing and subduing Dracula, Van Helsing vowed he would live as long as Dracula did, until he uncovered a way to kill him. He's stayed alive this long by injecting himself with Dracula's blood, which he's been extracting from him via leeches.

OKAY?????

The departures this movie takes from the original novel only get weirder from here. Van Helsing establishes early on that Dracula (and the other vampires) don't actually experience a real aversion to the cross or other symbols of God, but that Dracula just really, really hates Catholicism. Keep that in mind. The only ways the vampires can be killed, by this movie, are by stabbing them in the heart or cutting off their head, and they have a sensitivity to silver. Keep that in mind as well.

We then go through a whole lot of movie that I'm not gonna summarize here for the sake of brevity, but Dracula collects his three brides, one of whom is Lucy, and also kills Van Helsing. Sad! We do get one moment of book accuracy here, with Dracula briefly turning into his big dog form to hunt down Mary. Yay!

Eventually, we reach the climax of the movie, when Dracula kidnaps Mary and Simon gets kidnapped by the brides (only after he kills one of them, though). Now that Mary's in his grasp, Dracula decides to reveal to her his backstory, and who he was before he was a vampire.

With all the things you know so far, I want you to guess what historical figure they made be Dracula. There are more hints present in the movie that I didn't touch on, but let's see if you can get it.

Did you guess JUDAS ISCARIOT? BECAUSE I SURE DIDN'T WHEN I STARTED THIS MOVIE.

This also falls into another trap that adaptations of Dracula tend to fall into. They think that Dracula is the main character of the story, or at least that he should be, so they try to give him some backstory or tragic motivation or something to make him land more as a protagonist. I hate when this happens!

The movie ends with Mary killing Lucy and Simon killing the remaining bride, and Mary getting into a fight with Dracula. Eventually, she realizes she can kill him by hanging him, as Judas Iscariot did when he killed himself. She hangs him off the side of the building they were fighting on, and he releases her from her vampirism before bursting into flames in the sunrise. You might remember that Dracula doesn't burn in the sunlight in the original novel, but frankly, this is like, the smallest slight this film has against it.

Now, back to the question at hand. Ranking this one as a Dracula adaptation is surprisingly difficult with the parameters I've previously given myself. I gave Evil of Dracula, which wasn't really a Dracula adaptation of all, a 6/10 due to it grasping the actual spirit of the novel and the characters pretty solidly. In hindsight, this was WAY TOO HIGH, but I'm gonna stick with it. But here's the thing- the previous two films on this list weren't really trying to be adaptions. Van Helsing wasn't trying, and had nothing to do with the novel at all, and Evil of Dracula wasn't trying, but it captured the spirit of the novel for the most part. Dracula 2000 was trying to be a Dracula adaptation, if a looser one in order to put in the modern day.

But I think it failed to do so in an actually interesting or effective way. It leans into some of my least favorite failings for a Dracula adaptation, as mentioned above, and anything that could've actually been interesting about the way this film adapts the story is overridden by the absolute craziness of it or the wildly underwhelming nature of the film itself (I'll get into that).

Mainly, I think this film fails to understand what makes Dracula what it is- our main characters. It's fine if we don't have direct one to ones of the main characters, I can live with that for the sake of moving the story into the modern day or making the plot a bit less convoluted (by cutting the whole suitors thing, for example). But the main characters of this film barely interact. We get maybe two scenes of Mary and Lucy interacting before Lucy dies, we never see Mary and Van Helsing interact despite their relationship, and Simon and Mary don't start interacting consistently until half the main cast is dead. Dracula is undeniably the main character here, as mentioned above, but I don't fucking care about this guy or like him! I'm here for the human characters, but the movie isn't, and it's a complete misunderstanding of what made the book good!

So I think I'm going to give this film a 4/10 for the Dracula adaptation scale. I have to appreciate some of the smaller things that manage to make it's way into the film, such as the Demeter, Dracula's wolf form, and the cutting off of the heads thing. But it fundamentally misunderstands the point of it all. This film focuses extremely heavily on the religious aspects of the original novel, which could have been interesting but again, falls flat. So much of what this film is trying to do as an actually accurate adaptation goes nowhere, or goes somewhere new and insane yet entirely uninteresting.

Now, did I enjoy this movie? I think you may have already gathered the answer, but let's keep going.

I was expecting a lot better from this movie. At least, in theory. Wes Craven is a big name horror director for a reason (though I have not actually seen any of his other films), and I was hoping the bad reviews were either a result of this being a cult-classic level actually good movie or a so-bad-it's-good film. It was neither of these things.

The movie definitely had it's moments- the fight between Marcus and Simon in the town hall was one I really enjoyed, for one. But it was greatly overshadowed by Everything Else. Firstly, there was the adaptation factor- I wanted this to be at least a decent adaptation, so the longer the movie went on, the more frustrated I became in that regard and the less I could enjoy it. But there was also the overwhelming misogyny of it all.

This movie does not treat any of it's female characters well. All of the brides (Solina, Valerie, and Lucy) fall into the "slut who has to die" trope, and have very little character outside of that. Lucy is definitely the worst example of this. She shows up briefly in a few scenes with Mary, but her greatest amount of screen time comes when Dracula goes into the record shop (CALLED VIRGIN SUPERSTORE BY THE WAY. FRUSTRATINGLY ON THE NOSE.) that Mary works at in search of her. He instead finds Lucy, who is instantly attracted to him and invites him to their house, despite not even knowing his name. She and Dracula then have a weird as fuck sex scene- part of which is ON THE CEILING. BECAUSE HE FLOATS SO THEY'RE ON THE CEILING FOR SOME REASON.- and he kills her. It's unclear how much of this is Lucy actually acting of her own volition and how much was Dracula manipulating her mind, but after this scene she (and the other brides) all only exist to be catty and bitchy towards Mary about the fact that she's Dracula's favorite girlfriend and to be sexy and tempting to Simon. You see why this makes the movie unenjoyable, right?

There's also a scene involving Solina after she becomes a vampire that... I'm not gonna describe too in depth, because it's literally just her being insufferably horny towards a police officer and a doctor. But I bring it up at all because it serves no point for the plot. Most of the horny scenes in this film you can argue, at least a little, that they're relevant to the plot. This scene has no relevance to the plot, outside of establishing that Solina is hanging out with Dracula after the town hall scene, which, y'know, definitely could have been done in any other fashion!

Mary also has basically no agency up until the end of the film. She spends most of this movie running around scared, up until the final 15 minutes where she's actually allowed to do stuff. And look, I know that the original novel is wildly sexist. I know! But that is actually something I'm fine with being left out of an adaptation! That's allowed!

I know I gave Van Helsing a lot of praise, despite it's poor treatment of the female characters, but the key difference here is that Van Helsing actually let the female characters do things sometime. Their motivations were pretty wonky, but at least they had some.

Dracula 2000 also has a lot of humor that fell flat for me. Some of the jokes did actually land, ("Sorry I'm an atheist"/"God loves you anyway" and "I don't drink [prolonged pause] coffee" for example) but most of it felt like it was trying way too hard. Specifically, the script felt like it was trying really hard to do the same thing this movie's marketing was trying to do- pretend this is an actual Wes Craven movie. It didn't work for me.

Frankly, I found myself too frustrated with Dracula 2000 to actually enjoy myself most of the time. There was promise in this movie. The character concepts could've, maybe, been executed well, and at the very least some of the fight scenes were actually really enjoyable, and it made me so mad that they were sandwiched into this otherwise really disappointing film. 3/10 on the enjoyment scale. Part of me is tempted to put it lower, but I have a feeling if I do another film on this list will be so frustrating that I'll regret it. Ultimately, this film wasn't bad, just not very good and deeply frustrating, so we'll keep 0-2 for films that are actually, verifiably, bad.

Overall, Dracula 2000 gets a 3.5/10. I could give you a TL;DR about all that, but frankly, I think you've heard enough from me. Hopefully tomorrow's movie is better.

#dractober #dracula #dracula daily #we're encountering how wildly weird my ranking system is in this one #we're gonna have to live with it gang!

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ben-talks-art · 5 months ago

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We need to make "explain but doesn't excuse you" a more popular sentence

I was thinking back to my list of favorite characters, and how I have people like Rameses in it and thought to myself "Why do I like this guy again...?" and then I started to recall why I was so into his story, and honestly ended up liking him even more.

Something that I noticed about the way writers try to handle backstories nowadays, is that they love to use a sad past to make people be on a character's side and then proceed to absolve them of their crimes.

Like, we love redemption arcs, we love character development, we love bad guys turning good... But I feel like we might love it a bit too much, as if we were waiting to forgive a character for all they did before even getting to them realizing the mistakes they made.

People love picking a villain they're into and going "Oh, it's not their fault, it's because they were raised that way, it's because they were abused as kids, it's because they lost someone they loved, it's because society treated them like trash, it's because they never had friends, it's because their girlfriend dumped them on Christmas eve..." and so on.

There is an obsession with "My character did nothing wrong because their past justify their actions!"

And here's something people tend to forget. A past explains one's actions but doesn't justify it.

Being abused by society, being trained by terrible morals, being oppressed and attacked... they all explain why someone would think it's okay to hurt others, but doesn't actually justify them hurting others.

Just because we know why someone's doing all the things they do, doesn't make the stuff they do any less bad.

This is why I love Rameses. They show the human side of him, they show he wasn't just born evil, they show that he could have been a decent person if he just had the right people to raise him.

They could have so easily made him just a cartoon villain who happened to be born evil and take joy in making others suffer under his command, but no, they show how he became this way, how he went from just a regular kid to a tyrant unable to feel sorry for others' pain and suffering, who was so brainwashed by the traditions of his family that he couldn't even process the harm he was bringing to others and why he couldn't even see the slaves as actual people in agony.

And, again, what I like about this story is that they explain how he became this way, but they don't paint him as blameless. The story acknowledges that he has blood in his hands, even if he himself doesn't, and it makes sure that he pays for what he did, even if what he did was the result of a long process of terrible lessons being passed down by generations that he didn't start.

At some point he became an adult, he became free from his father's command, free to make his own choices, and free to listen to the right people, free to look at what his actions were causing...

He had agency for his choices... And he still made the wrong decisions.

I feel like if others tried to tell this story today, they would either have made Rameses more evil from the start so you wouldn't feel bad for the tragedy that befalls him, or they would give him some sort of realization where he thinks about the harm he did and develops a change of heart in the last second.

I keep thinking about how there was a group of people going "Azula did nothing wrong!" when the new live-action Avatar show started and they basically tried to move all the blame from her to her "big bad evil father."

It makes me wonder if they released Prince of Egypt today, if there would be some sort of revisionism where people would try to argue that Moses is the villain for "not saving his brother" or something like that.

To the point I'm beyond curious about how things are going to end up in Arcane, since that series has a very similar story with two siblings that ended up splitting apart and reuniting but realizing that they were completely different in the paths they chose to follow, with one trying to fix the errors from the past and the other embracing them and trying to view them as part of who they are.

Is Arcane gonna go all the way and make Jinx an irredeemable monster that needs to be taken down, or are they gonna try to pull a "deep down, Powder is still there!" stuff?

I really hope they don't. I hope they give her an ending similar to Rameses where he's defeated but doesn't even get the luxury to die, just left alone and powerless while watching his most beloved family member moving on with his life while he's still stuck in the past and suffering the consequences of his actions and realizing that he achieved nothing.

And what I especially like about his ending is that even at this point he still doesn't realize why he's being punished so much, just showing at full power the danger of ignorance and refusing to see what's right in front of you.

It would be a terrible tragedy, but I think it would make for a great message.

#rameses #prince of egypt #your past may explain you but doesn't excuse you #the prince of egypt #explanation isn't justification

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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Chapter 8

Thank you @ladycheesington for the perfect banner

Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, mentions of pregnancy, protective Levi, Levi gets hurt mentions of blood, torture for a vampire (reader has silver put on her and is put in the sun)

This chapter: You and Levi have a romantic date together and you plan for the future. You and Levi discover that a little life is growing within you. Levi gets overly excited. You celebrate in the garden, but you are captured while Levi is hurt enough to weaken him. You suffer at the hands of Rosaline, but Damian saves you.

Part 9

Delicate kisses decorated Levi’s face and stirred him from his slumber. A loving smile spread on his lips as love filled his heart. Every day he got to wake up to your loving face and sweet kisses. He was living the dream. He felt so much passion and love in his heart for you. So, he grabbed you making you squeal. He slammed you against the bed and rolled his hips against yours.

You grinned at Levi showing off your cute fangs that Levi could never get over and how adorable they were. “Morning Levi.”

He pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it. “You are so beautiful. Who are you?”

You giggled. “I’m your wife.”

“My wife? Impossible. You are a goddess. Getting a goddess like you to be mine is unheard of.”

You laughed. “I’m your wife!” You showed him your left hand. “See? Wedding ring.”

He growled and attacked your neck making you squeak. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and purred. “I’m the lucky one.”

“How about we say we’re both lucky, hmm?”

You nodded. “Okay.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “Oh, because the first two weeks of your turning are over, it is now safe for you to go outside. So, do you want to go out on a date?”

You squealed. “YES!”

He chuckled. “A date it is then.” He slipped off the bed. “I’ll dress you.”

You jumped out of bed and danced around Levi. “Yay! I’m so excited.”

He fitted you in your undergarments and added a beautiful dark green dress. “Like a princess.”

You twirled for him. “Thank you. I’ll do my hair.”

He hurried over to you. “Let me.” He sat you down and combed your beautiful hair. “I’ll put it up for you.”

You hummed in happiness as he played with your hair and put it up nicely for you. “Thank you, Levi.”

He kissed your cheek a few times. “You’re stunning.”

You turned on your seat. “What are you wearing today?”

He cupped your face and kissed you. “I am going to match you.” He went to the closet and changed into his dark green suit with a cravat. “How do I look?”

“I wanna strip you and make love to you.”

He chuckled. “Later.” He offered his hand. “Come.”

You giggled. “Thought that was later.”

He paused for a moment as he thought it over and then he blushed. “Tch, dirty wife.” He grabbed your hand and yanked you against him. “But you are right. Later.” He kissed you before leading you through the home to the front entrance where his mother and yours were chatting. “Good morning, ladies.”

Kuchel grinned. “Good morning lovebirds. How are you feeling?”

You smiled. “Great. How are you, mum? You were turned a week after me.”

Your mother smiled. “I feel good. I can’t go out just yet, but I’m all good. Your dad is incredibly excited. You know how much he’s been hurting with his joints, but now it’s all gone. He’s back to his young self again.” She blushed a little. “It’s lovely.”

You hummed a laugh. “That’s cute, mum.”

“Are you both off out?”

Levi hugged you close. “We are off on a date.” He kissed you. “Right?”

You nodded as you blushed lightly. “Yeah, it’s my first outing. I’m excited.”

Levi grabbed an umbrella for you and some dark glasses. “Here. You can go in the sun like me, but right now, you’re very sensitive to it. You’ll get what looks like a sunburn.” He popped the sunglasses on you. “Don’t want my little slice of cake getting hurt.”

You giggled. “I’ll follow your guidance.”

“Good girl.” He popped on his sunglasses and held your hand as he popped open your umbrella. “We’ll go by carriage into the main part of the city and then walk.”

You hugged his arm. “I’m happy with anything. I want to be with you.”

He helped you into the carriage. “Aren’t you cute?”

You sat on Levi’s lap once he entered the carriage. “You’re the comfiest seat.”

Levi pointed to his face. “This is the best seat.”

You giggled. “I’m not sitting on your face.”

He pouted. “Why not?”

“I’m heavy.”

He hugged you tightly. “You’re not. You’re perfect. Besides, I’m a strong man.”

You felt your heart skip a beat when he winked at you. You looked away and whined. “No, no, it’s date day.”

He chuckled. “Does my little cutie want to have lots of loving sex with her hubby?”

You pouted. “Yes, but I want this date.”

He kissed you and hummed. “I’ll be a good boy and not tease you.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. “Good boy.”

He chuckled. “I am very good, thank you.”

You lifted a hand of his and played with it. “Levi?”

He watched you affectionately. “Mm?”

You gazed at your husband. “You know how before I was turned, I was experimenting with vampire food for you?”

“Yes.”

You pulled at your dress as you felt nervous. “Well, I would like to set up a business.”

“Oh yeah?”

You nodded. “I want to make food for vampires.”

He smiled sweetly. “I know just the person you can work with on that, but I will warn you she is fucking nuts.”

You giggled. “I look forward to meeting her.” You released a long sigh as you thought over your idea. “I only have a small issue with all this.”

“Talk to me.”

You frowned in thought. “It’s blood. I can’t keep using blood. We have to get it from animals and humans. Surely there is a way we can make fake blood that can give us vampires what we need.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “Well, that was something I was going to invest in. Erwin and I are looking into it but the issue is not many people know about vampires because of the Queen’s law. It would help us if smart humans could help us develop the fake blood.” He hummed in thought. “Everything would be so much better if the patriarchy was dissolved and it was a political system in place.”

“True, but I bet people will find faults with that too.”

Levi laughed. “You’re right.”

You released a long sigh. “People are annoying.”

“They can be.” He kissed your forehead a few times. “Ah, we’re here. Do you want to go shopping and get a few things to help you cook and bake?”

You jumped off his lap. “Yes!”

“Darling! Your umbrella!”

You stumbled outside and felt the afternoon sun on your skin. You winced a little and felt like you had a sunburn. “Ow.”

Levi put up the umbrella and held it above you. “You’re not ready for the sun yet.”

You gazed at him. “Sorry, I just got excited.”

He kissed your cheek and softly smiled. “That’s okay.” He eyed the burns healing. “You’re all better now.”

You gasped. “I healed that fast? This is cool.”

He chuckled and walked with you around the shops. He held the basket and let you up anything and everything in it. He felt his heart flutter as he watched you get excited over shopping for a few things. He was so madly in love with you that it was hard for him to contain himself sometimes. He walked right up to you as you talked about possibly making a pie. He wrapped an arm around you and tugged you against him.

You blushed. “Levi?”

He smiled at you. “I love you.” He kissed you and hummed happily against your lips. “So much.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “I love you too.”

He released you and blushed when he noticed people were staring. “Tch, shit.”

You hummed a laugh. “They’re just jealous of us. Ignore them, okay?”

He let out a long sigh. “Okay.” He smiled at you. “Shall we keep going?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

You pouted a little as you stared at your finished product. You looked over to your new friend Hange. “I don’t think it’s good enough.”

Hange hummed. “I think it’s great.”

You shook your head. “If it’s not good enough for Levi it is a fail.”

Levi leaned around you and grabbed a slice of pie. “I’ll be the judge.” He picked it up and ate it. “Mm, delicious.”

“But Levi.”

“But nothing, unless it is your butt.”

You giggled. “You’re cute.” You winced and rubbed your belly. “Ow.”

Levi pulled you close to him. “Are you okay?”

You nodded and hummed. “Yeah, I just.” You almost dropped to the floor. “Ah!”

“Love?”

Hange stared at you. “Wait…wait, wait, wait! This can’t be. So soon?”

Levi frowned as he held you. “Soon? What do you mean?”

“Levi, she’s pregnant.”

Levi looked down at you. “Baby?”

You smiled at him. “Really? But it hurts a bit.”

Hange offered you a drink of blood. “This is normal, you just have to make sure you are drinking plenty of blood. It’s the first stages that there are some little bits of pain.”

“I can handle that. It’s like cramps, but light ones.”

Hange smiled. “That’s right, humans have them.” She squeezed your hand. “You’ll have a few more days of this and then it’ll pass.”

You blushed a little. “I thought it was difficult for vampires to get pregnant.”

“It is, but something must be special about you or Levi.”

Levi was shaking a little. “Baby.”

You stared at your husband. “Oh…oh dear.”

Hange frowned. “What?”

“He’s going to lose control.”

“Lose control?”

You giggled. “You’re about to see a hyper Levi.”

Levi scooped you up and threw you up and down in the air. “BABY!” He spun around with you and cheered. “BABY!”

You laughed. “Levi.”

He slow danced with you. “This is incredible. I didn’t think we’d have one so soon. It normally takes fifty years or longer!”

You nibbled your lips. “It’s not too soon, is it?”

He shook his head. “It’s perfect. We have eternity together, my love. We’ll raise our sweet baby into a strong independent adult and have many years of love and then have another.”

“Levi, the likelihood of us having two is tiny.”

He bent you backwards and kissed you. “Mm. We will have many.”

You giggled. “I love your optimism, my love.”

He lifted you. “You should rest as much as possible.”

“I will, but I must keep cooking and testing things.” You cupped Levi’s face. “You can stay with me the whole time.”

He whimpered and put you down. “Okay, but I’m worried about you.”

You walked over to your cooking area. “I’ll be okay, my love. As long as I get plenty of blood in me.”

“Don’t ever leave my side, okay?”

“I swear.” You fanned yourself a little. “I think I need some fresh air, I feel a bit off.”

Levi took your apron off and guided you outside. “Fresh air and walking under the moonlight is good for you.”

You skipped to the garden before spinning around in a field of flowers. “It’s so lovely out here.”

Levi walked closer to you. “You’re more lovely.”

You backed up from him. “Want to play?”

He grinned. “You asking to play?”

You squealed and ran from him. “Yes!”

He laughed and ran after you. “You can’t run from me!”

You looked back at Levi and laughed. “Come on Levi! You’re letting a new vampire who is pregnant beat you!”

Levi smirked. “I’m going slow to make you think you’re fast! Watch this.”

You squeaked when he appeared right in front of you. “So fast!”

He purred at you. “I am.” He flinched a little after a dull thud came from him. “What the fuck?”

“Levi?” You leaned and looked at his back to see something sticking out. “LEVI! You have an arrow in your back!”

He gritted his teeth and turned only to be struck with two more arrows. “Fuck.”

You screamed when Levi fell back to the floor. “LEVI!”

He gasped. “Silver, lots of it.” He grunted and shifted on the floor. “Get inside and get Hange and Erwin, now!”

You welled up. “I’m not leaving you!” You looped your arms under his pits and dragged him. “I’ll never leave you.”

“Darling, go! You’re a young vampire!” He grunted. “Please, run.”

“Not without you.” You screamed when you were grabbed. “Let me go!”

Levi rolled onto his side. “Give…her…back!”

You reached for Levi. “Levi!”

He grabbed an arrow and ripped it out of him. “I’ll come for you! I promise! I know who has taken you!”

You struggled against the person who had a firm grip on you, but it was no use. You screamed and hit them as much as possible, but they were a stronger vampire than you. You gasped when you were thrown into a cage on the back of a carriage. “Let me go!” You grabbed the bar and hissed. You released the bars and looked at your hands to see it looked like a light sunburn. “Silver?”

If you were a few years older as a vampire, then this wouldn’t have hurt as much. It frustrated you that you couldn’t fight back like Levi could. You hated it so much. You wanted to fight back, but you couldn’t at all. So, you sat in your cell and watched your sweet home with Levi slowly disappear. The carriage went to the outskirts of the city and a huge mansion came into view. It was very clear who had organised this, but it was confusing why Rosaline would order Levi to get hurt.

You looked up to see Lord Lucius. “Rosaline’s lapdog, huh?”

Lucius gazed at you. “She promised me and Damian that she wouldn’t kill you.”

“Then what the hell is she doing with me?”

He released a long sigh and opened the cell. “Just come with me.”

You struggled against him when he grabbed your upper arm. “Get off me! Get Damian. I want to speak to Damian!”

Rosaline lifted her dress and descended the stairs at the front of her home. “The whore has finally arrived.”

You snarled at her. “Fuck. You.”

She paused a moment and took you in. “He turned you…” She screamed and shouted orders in an old language. “I want it done now!”

You went to speak but a silver bar was yanked across your mouth as a gag and tied behind your head. You cried in pain as your skin began to burn. The cute dress you wore with pride was yanked off your body. A dress with silver chains was yanked onto your form before your arms were tied behind your back with silver bindings. You whimpered and cried as your skin stung.

“Take her to her new room.” She laughed at you. “You’ll love it.”

You shook in the hands of her guards. You could barely walk, so they ended up dragging you to the basement of the mansion. You stared a little confused at the door before you. The guards unlocked the door and threw you inside before quickly locking it behind you. You whined and cried on the floor a bit. You shifted and looked up to see the ceiling was just a metal grate allowing you to see the moon.

Rosaline opened a little window to speak to you. “This is a wonderful room. See all that on the floor? Ashes from past weak vampires. Unfortunately, you won’t die from this but it’ll hurt you so badly. Your body is trying to heal the silver burns, but when the sun comes up it’ll be even worse. You should have some lasting scars and Levi won’t want a disgusting scar-covered whore.”

You screamed at her, but the gag in your mouth. You glared at her and wanted so badly to rip her head off, but you had no power.

She tilted her head. “I wish I could kill you, but I made a promise to my brother and my sex toy Lucius. Plus, Levi would hate me if I killed you.” She hummed a laugh. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You wiggled on the ground when she slammed the little door closed. You welled up and felt your tears roll down your cheeks. You huffed a moment and lay there as you considered your situation. You knew you had to get out of your bindings or at least sit up and get comfy. Having your hands behind your back was hell for you.

With a little skilled movement, you slipped your tied wrists around your bump. You pulled your legs up and against your chest, then carefully moved your arms until they were in front of you. You released a long sigh as you felt as close to comfortable as you could get. You pushed yourself up onto your bum and sat with your back against the wall.

You reached up to the gag and tried to pull it down, but it was tightly in your mouth. No matter how hard you tried to reach behind your head to undo the ties for the gag, you couldn’t reach. You looked at your arms and wrists to see that your skin looked lightly burned. You rubbed your tears away as you felt overwhelming emotions. All you could think about was Levi with arrows in him and your growing baby.

Even though you were in pain, you were exhausted and needed rest. You closed your eyes and tried to drift off. Your sleep was only light because of the pain in your body. You managed to get a bit of a deep sleep, but the pain started to increase. You opened your eyes to see the sun slowly filling the chamber. You tucked yourself up against the wall and hoped that someone would come get you before the sun filled the room.

You stared at the door as soon as it opened. A guard stormed in and smirked at you. You panicked a bit and tried to get away from him, but he kept moving closer.

The guard grabbed your upper arm. “The Queen has asked me to do this and I’m happy to.” He shoved you down stomach first onto the floor causing your back and right arm to be in the sun. “Burn bitch.”

You looked directly down to avoid your face from burning. You held back your screams of pain. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. You just let the tears run down your cheeks.

“The fuck are you doing!?” Damian stormed over to the guard. “Release her. NOW.” He yanked the guard off you. “Shit.” He scooped you up into his arms and ran with you through the mansion and to his bedroom. He lay you on his bed. “Forgive me, but I need to take off this dress.” He undid the ties on your wrists and threw them across the room. He whipped the dress off leaving you in a thin nightdress. He carefully took off the gag and sighed. “I’m so sorry.”

You sobbed a little. “Damian.”

He wiped your tears away. “I’m so very sorry.” He looked at you with deep pain. “Fuck, I truly am sorry.”

You panted a little. “Damian, I’m pregnant.”

His eyes widened. “You…fuck! You need blood, now! I’ll be right back.”

You curled up on his massive bed and started crying. “Okay.”

Damian used his vampire speed to go to the blood supply room. He grabbed as many bottles as he could carry and returned to you. He locked his bedroom door and came to your side. “Drink, please.”

You weakly sat up and began chugging the blood. “Thank you.”

He handed you another bottle. “You need to drink all of these.”

“Damian.”

He felt his heart drop as he gazed at you. “I’m here.”

You smiled at him. “Thank you for saving me.”

“Well, I had to. You’re innocent in all this.”

You drank bottle after bottle of blood before studying your burns. “They’re better, but my arm…”

Damian inspected your back. “The one on your back…shit…I’m sorry. It seems that you might have lasting scars.”

You smiled a little. “It’s okay. Levi loves me no matter what.”

“Congratulations on the marriage, turning and baby.”

“Thank you.”

He hummed a laugh. “A baby so soon. That’s almost unheard of but wonderful. How did you know? The pains?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He cleaned your face. “You’re going to be a wonderful mother.”

“Damian?”

“Yes?”

You welled up. “I want to go home.”

He rubbed your cheek. “I’ll get you home, but right now you’re too weak.” He took the empty bottles away. “Get into bed and rest. I’ll watch over you.”

You sniffed and got into his big bed. “You’re right.” You lay on your side and felt exhausted. “Will you get a message to Levi?”

“I’ll let him know I have you.”

“Will Rosaline hurt you?”

He shook his head. “I made her promise you to me. So, me having you is okay.”

You gripped the cover. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I won’t. Now, rest.”

You tried to fight your exhaustion. “Okay. Thank you.”

Damian smiled sadly. “I didn’t do much, but you’re welcome. I’ll get you home safely. I promise.”

#levi ackerman #levi #aot levi #snk levi #aot fanfiction #levi x you #levi x y/n #fanfic #levi fanfiction #levi x reader #jelly fanfics #levi attack on titan #levi x yn #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x y/n

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phanfictioncatalogue · 5 months ago

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Sick!Phil (2) Masterlist

part one

again and again, even though we know love’s landscape (ao3) - JudeAraya

Summary: After a small fight, Dan finds Phil in bed with a migraine and spends the day taking care of him in many, many ways.

comfort (ao3) - djhquiff

Summary: phil has a migraine and the grammys are on later

Days Like This (ao3) - spacemanlevi

Summary: Dan, Phil, and their daughter plan a day out in the winter. Their plans change when Phil wakes up sick that morning.

fever (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: phil’s been sick and they’re missing each other

Have I told you lately, I’m grateful you’re mine (ao3) - phasamtasie

Summary: It wasn’t just the pain, but also the frustration he felt over how debilitating it was, he wanted to do things, he had planned to edit a video he had filmed for his channel and research some games they could play (or rather Dan could play) for the gaming channel. Now he just felt like someone had hit him over the head with a club and forced him into standstill, because just the thought of looking at a screen made him squeeze his eyes shut tighter.

Phil is struggling with feeling like a burden on a day of strong migraines and Dan helps him feel at peace with accepting being taken care of.

if my heart was a house (you'd be home) (ao3) - stylinshaw

Summary: In which Phil comes home from the gym sick and tired and Dan is concerned and protective.

“Is that really what you think?” (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Phil is laying in the center of the bed, which is how Dan knows his head is bothering him today.

A ficlet about heads and humans.

Little Tasks (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Dan helps Phil deal with a migraine

migraine (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: phil has a headache

one of those days (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: Phil has a dizzy spell and Dan takes care of him.

Or, Dan is the man with the plan (rip the stereo shows imy)

planning ahead (ao3) - t_hens

Summary: with a little convincing, Phil finally sees a doctor to try to figure out why he has been feeling so unwell for so long.

though he's nervous, with Dan by his side, Phil knows that he can face his diagnosis and all the ups and downs that come along with it.

Pillow Talk (ao3) - intoapuddle

Summary: Phil is sick with the flu, and his pillow has something to say about it.

Symphony of Destruction (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: When Phil falls terminally ill Dan vows to do anything necessary to save him and a mysterious stranger offers his help. Dan should have known not to trust a deal too good to be true, now Phil has to find a way to fix his mistakes

Two Faces, One Fear (ao3) - R3ad3r1

Summary: Phil collapses due to his head hurting, as the pain does not subside he has to go to the hospital.

Let's have a look at Phil and Dan's emotional journey until they discover why Phil collapsed.

Wanna be your stormy weather (ao3) - lovestillaround

Summary: Phil doesn’t expect his day to end with a migraine attack

What A Headache (ao3) - artbyweb86

Summary: Phil suffers from a terrible migraine while Dan is away.

Who Says We Can't Reschedule Christmas? (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil is sick on Christmas.

your love is my drug (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: Phil wakes up with a migraine.

your touch, my comfort, and my lullaby (ao3) - deathlytireddan

Summary: Phil’s day starts out slow, congraled, murky at the edges.

Phil has a migraine, Dan takes care of him.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phanfiction #phan #dan and phil #masterlists #sick!phil #sick!phil masterlist #sick #fluffyillness

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ghostradiodylan · 1 year ago

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TW: canon-typical graphic violence for The Quarry (all under the ‘keep reading’).

Particles and Waves: A Ghost/Love Story

Dylan Lenivy knew he was going to die.

Not in the abstract way that everyone knows they’ll die eventually, but right now, today, in about the next 30 seconds. To say he was too young to die would have been a cliché, sure, but it would also have been true. He’d graduated high school in May and turned 19 in July. He’d just finished two months working with his friends as a summer camp counselor. He was supposed to be starting college in a week, he’d already packed for his move before he set off for camp. He’d kissed his crush in a game of truth or dare beside a campfire just that evening, his heart in his throat and cheap beer on his breath. He’d even managed to save his friend Kaitlyn from a werewolf attack in front of the Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp lodge. He’d lost a hand that night, too, so it wasn’t all highlights, but, on the whole, Dylan felt like he had kind of a lot going for him. He would have preferred to stick around.

Since not dying didn’t appear to be in the cards anymore, though, Dylan hoped his end would at least be quick, that the grotesque, oddly fleshy werewolf, drooling and snarling inches from his face, staring him down with its demonic red eyes, would rip his throat out in one bite and be done with it. Unfortunately for Dylan, this beast had other plans. It gave him entirely too much time, sitting there in the cab of the magnetic crane at the Hackett scrapyard, to anticipate what would be an unrelentingly brutal end. As soon as it had knocked the blowtorch from his right hand, his only hand, he knew the fight was over. His one available weapon had flown to the left side of the cab, where his handless arm dangled uselessly, at the same time that the wolf had grabbed his remaining intact arm in its jaws.

The werewolf (was it Nick, he wondered. Or his boss Chris Hackett? Or another of his friends who’d been bitten and turned while he wasn’t looking? Surely it hadn’t been long enough since Dylan had seen him for it to somehow be Ryan) was taking its sweet time gnawing through what had been Dylan’s good arm, tearing muscle and sinew, splintering bone. And there was absolutely nothing he could do; no way to fight, no way to flee. He could only curse and cry and scream, so that’s what he did. The pain was indescribable. It was so much worse than the chainsaw, worse than anything he could have imagined, and it just would not stop.

Dylan wished that Kaitlyn could have come put a bullet in his head, euthanized him. That would have been a relief. Failing that, though, he hoped she was running already, hoped she’d gotten a decent head start out of this werewolf choosing to finish him off so slowly. Run away Kaitlyn, he urged her mentally, run!

He’d expected to pass out from the hemorrhaging by this point, especially given that this was Dylan’s second bloody attack of the night, and the last one had come complete with an amputation, but no, that would’ve been too easy. His stupid, stubborn body was so determined to keep itself alive that it just kept sending out bursts of adrenaline that he could do nothing with but shake and suffer. He remained conscious and screaming for several more unbearable seconds.

Though the pain and the terror wouldn’t quite allow Dylan’s all-too-short life to flash before his eyes like a movie montage, he did get momentary visions. He saw his mother, who he knew would be devastated beyond all consolation, and the packed bags and boxes that would never make it to his college dorm. He thought of his ginger cat purring on his lap, of Ryan’s smile and that little beauty mark at the corner of his mouth that Dylan thought might be the most attractive thing he’d ever seen on a human face, and of how it felt to be on the receiving end of Kaitlyn’s infectious laughter. He thought of everything he would miss, the blazing blue summer skies and the sound of boat paddles softly churning the surface of the lake, the faces of his friends in the bonfire light, all the songs his favorite bands would put out that he would never get to hear. And none of this distracted him from the pain, it only piled on another layer. It filled him with longing and sadness and, worst of all, guilt. He was dying, through no fault of his own, really, and he felt so damn guilty about it, about what it would do to everyone he loved.

Eventually, the monster ripped his arm in two and tossed the severed forearm to the side. Dylan might have made a ‘no hands’ joke now if only he hadn’t been too busy with the whole dying in agony thing. The creature then grabbed him by the throat with its huge, clawed hand and he was ready for that, he welcomed it now. But instead of crushing his windpipe and ending his torment, it merely used the leverage to hold him still (wow, really? he thought, this is just gratuitous). Then, it switched its attention to his other arm, the one that had arrived to the scene of his demise already down a hand, and proceeded to slash that one completely off at the upper arm with its claws. He felt the arm tearing away and the gush of blood, but he didn’t cry out then—the blackness had begun closing in on him too quickly, and Dylan was grateful for that. He was barely even aware that the beast had ultimately gone for his throat with its teeth because it did so only in the very end, once there was not one single shred of mercy left in the act. His last thought, as his heart stilled and his breath left his ravaged body, was oh, finally, thank fuck.

Dylan Lenivy had died, but that was only the beginning.

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Redoing the landing pages for my fics because I finally learned how to use tumblr semi-properly. 😅 Late to every party. Don’t mind this if you’ve already seen it!

#the quarry #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #dylan x ryan #radioheads #ryan x dylan #rylan #kaitlyn ka #ghost stories #mutual pining from beyond the grave #Dylan dies in this one #but he won’t let a little thing like that stop him #he’s built different #my writing #I love him so much that I must destroy him #he’ll be ok though I swear #eventually #the quarry fanfic wip #fanfic wip

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thatsrightice · 5 months ago

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Aug 13, 1943 - Purple Heart awarded to Lt. Robert E. Dibble, bombardier who was wounded over Hannover. Exploding shell drove glass into his face, fortunately his eyes were not injured. Colonel Kesseler presented the award and remarked, "Young man, this is the last one of these I want to give you." Thanking the Colonel, Lt. Dibble replied, "I sure don't want another one, Colonel.

Aug 14, 1943 - Group ran a beautiful milk run today. Purely a trick mission designed to draw the Luftwaffe up so that our P-47's could attack them. Group flew 20 to 30 miles off Belgian Coast, then returned. No bombs carred, no flak and no fighters, the boys really enjoyed this one - would that all their trips could be so care free.

Aug 15, 1943 - A late in the day raid on Merrville and Lille, France. Notable both in the number of B-17s taking part and the fact the 100th suffered its first visible death in action. Today's causality was Lt. Robert E. Dibble (See Aug 13th, 43 entry) of Bangor, Michigan, killed when a piece of flak came the nose of The Poontang of which he was the bombardier. Lt. Cassimatis, Navigator tried to give aid, but was unable to save Dibbles life - he was dead when the ship landed at Thorpe Abbotts. Many of the crews asking about Flak Vests of which they have read - some thought it would have perhaps saved Dibble. He had only two day prior received the Purple Heart - all pleased that he received the decoration before Jerry got him.

— Transcripts from the diary of Marvin “Red” Bowman, Group Intelligence Officer of the 100th Bomb Group

#when I was reading through Red’s diary this part just about made me cry #if you sit and read all the diary entries chronologically it’s so sad #Lt. Robert E. Dibble #Marvin Red Bowman #Marvin Bowman #Red Bowman #real mota #masters of the air #diary #bombardier

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stolenoc · 1 year ago

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Villainous Nights Fanfiction

Like fully two years ago I started writing a Villainous Nights AU where MC got recruited by Optimus before the Syndicate found her. I've stopped writing it, but I've always liked this scene and I'm sick of scrolling past it in my wips and being sad it won't be used, so here it is.

3500 words, MC x Juliette (Monarch & Bat too, I guess)

When I glance at the screen, it's to find an incoming call from one of my contacts- specifically, from Bat.

I'd be the first to admit I've been pretty forgetful lately- How could I not be? Thanks to all the hit and run attacks the Syndicate have been making lately, I’ve been basically working nonstop. I’m tired in a way that sleeping doesn’t even fix but, even so, I’m pretty sure I would remember saving one of the guys who are trying to kill me as a contact.

Did he like, hack into my phone and add this? Is that a thing you can do? I guess it's probably a thing he can do. His name is listed as "Bat- Just wanna talk", which is… well, it’s in character for him, if nothing else. He does like to talk.

After taking a quick, guilty glance around to make sure I'm mostly alone (I'm not strictly sure if I'd be allowed to accept calls from the people the company is actively at war with), I answer the phone, heart pounding in my ears.

"Hey, Monarch," says Bat, even now sounding as awkwardly, inappropriately casual as ever.

I scoff. It's an angry sound, and I realise that I am angry. How dare he know who I am? We had such a good thing going, the Syndicate and I. It was like a game- A high stakes game that sometimes resulted in broken bones but, you know. It felt like there was respect there.

"You might as well just use my real name," I say, and it comes out as a growl through my gritted teeth. "What's this about, dude? Just trying to scare me? Because congrats, yeah, it's working."

A sudden intake of breath. Then, "No- no, Monarch, uh... Lana. This isn't a threat- okay so, in retrospect? I can see how this-"

"Oh, it's not a threat?" I hiss. "That's funny, because I am feeling exceptionally threatened. I swear, Bat, if the Syndicate goes after my-"

"The Syndicate doesn't know who you are, Lana!" he says, cutting me off. "I do. Just me. I haven't told anyone else. I really do want to talk, just the two of us."

Well. Okay. That shuts me up. I take a moment- there's just a lot to unpack with that. Bat knows who I am, and is calling me "just to talk", and wants to keep the rest of the Syndicate out of it. I... can probably work with this.

Toning down the aggression a notch, I say, "So, what is this, then? Are you looking for a job, Bat? Should I put you through to HR? There’s a couple positions open, actually."

I regret making the joke instantly- that particular wound’s still pretty raw for me- but Bat does laugh. He says, "No, I'm good, thanks. And I'm no turncoat- the Syndicate knows I'm calling you, just not who you are."

"Wait, so you're saying that they know that you know- and they're okay with you keeping it a secret?" I ask, dubiously. "Even Murderpants McKnifeguy?"

Bat snorts. He says, "They're... well, they can't do much about it, really. I'm kinda irreplaceable? They love me for my big genius brain and stuff. But yes, Falcon is extremely pissed."

"Yeah, I bet."

"It helps that I'm kinda keeping away from them, also," he admits. "Full disclosure? Everyone's shouting at me today, it completely blows. But that's not why I'm calling you."

Even though every suspicious instinct Optimus drilled into me is telling me to hang up, to go tell Rene or someone about the intrusion, to run screaming to Juliette's apartment to make sure she's okay, I have the strangest urge to just give Bat a chance.

It's true that he's always seemed a little different to the rest of his team. He rarely makes an appearance in person, and only seems to fight under sufferance- he's treated almost like a consultant. Could he have different goals? Goals that don't involve spearing me with ice lances or burying me under tons of rock?

I say, "Okay, I'll bite. What's this about?"

"I'd like to meet with you in person," he says, after a long moment of hesitation. He quickly amends, "In costume, obviously. Both of us. We can make it look like an accident during one of your patrols."

Oh, that sounds safe. I ask, "What's wrong with talking over the phone? And also, why would I keep this a secret from Optimus?"

"I want to give you something, and I need to make sure you actually get it," he says, then he chuckles a little nervously. "And as for the secret thing… You don't have to, but I'll be meeting you alone. Ideally, Scarlet Brighid won't show up and break my spine. I'd like it if we could both trust each other, here."

Ironically, the grisly description helps me relax. He's not wrong- even if he's lying through his teeth, I'm the one with the army of megacorp superheroes as backup. But if he's telling the truth… No, I can’t risk letting Scarlet show up to do her thing. Enemy or not, I don't want the man dead.

And so, just under an hour later, I make a tiny alteration to my patrol path, with Rene's permission. I started a little late, so I'm in a little bit of a rush- the second I cut the connection with Bat, I called Juliette to make certain that she was completely fine and un-kidnapped, and I ended up soaking in the reassurance of her voice for a bit longer than I should have. I wanted so badly to just tell her why I was freaking out, but...

Well. Lying to her sucks, but lying to Rene is starting to come pretty naturally. The trick is tying the lie to something vague that they can't reasonably predict- for example, it's easy for me to just tell them that I'm 'checking out some unusual activity' as I pass the location that Bat specified, a construction site that's nice and quiet.

It's a tall building, probably fated to be some big office space once the walls are filled in and the scaffolding ends up wherever scaffolding goes after it's finished its job. I could use it to climb to our meeting point, on the building's roof- but flying is only getting easier with each day of training. It's getting to the point that I might just stop walking altogether.

It only takes a minute, and I'm touching down on- not actually on a roof, exactly, because there's pillars sticking up all over the floor that are clearly intended to eventually hold up a ceiling. I resolve to think of it as the ‘top floor’, rather than ‘the roof.’

Bat's already waiting for me, far away from the building’s edge- and he's not looking so good.

"Bat? You doing alright?" I ask, feeling unexpectedly concerned as I jog to his side. He's bent over double, panting audibly even through the mask. He holds up his hands as I approach, as though to fend me off.

"I'm... good..." he says, between desperate huffs of air. "Just... just got here, too... Underestimated... hah... how long it'd take to... to climb all those stairs…"

He looks up at me, still breathing heavily. His digital faceplate displays an emoticon I haven't seen him use before- a pained expression, with a semicolon sweatdrop running down its face.

It's only then that it really clicks with me that Bat's just.. some guy. An extremely smart 'just some guy', granted, one with an interesting power and access to a lot of very cool toys, but he's not like Scarlet, or even Marquis. He's not like the rest of the Syndicate. He's not like me. I could flatten him to paste right here, right now, without even breaking a sweat.

I swallow, hard. Somehow it hadn’t occurred to me before now that just having powers doesn’t by itself turn you into a superhero, or supervillain. When, then, had I made the change from ‘just some girl’ to ‘Monarch’?

Welp, that's a thought for the vault. I just say, flatly, "The Syndicate could really use a flier or two, huh?"

"Oh you have no idea," he says, finally straightening up. His faceplate displays anger, now, but his tone is joking as he says, "You have it so easy, you know that? You never have to touch a stair again."

"Eh, flying has its ups and downs," I say, and even stressed as I am, I can't help but giggle when Bat's faceplate goes completely blank in protest. I have to admit, he's always fun. I say, “And you seriously didn’t bring the whole gang with you?”

He looks around, demonstratively holding out his hands. “I’m the only one here, right? Paranoid much?”

The flippant response really bothers me, for some reason, and I feel that spike of anger again. I say, bitterly, “Well, I guess I have reason to be paranoid. Apparently, I’m awful at keeping secrets. For all I know, my real name is gonna be trending tomorrow.”

He swaps his digital emotion again, this time signifying laughter- but he doesn’t laugh, himself. God, I bet you could write a book on the nuances of Bat’s expressions. He says, “You? No way. You’re great at secrets."

Then, after a beat, he continues, "That is, uh- I peeped your social stuff, you know- Facebook, Twitter, Yelp reviews, etcetera. You look so normal it’s boring.”

“Then how-”

“It was, um. Kinda an accident, honestly,” he says, displaying a blush. “Don’t tell anyone, but I work at Optimus-”

“You work- what?” I interject, dumbfounded. “No, you don’t. At this point, I’m willing to bet cash that Optimus is tracking my periods- you’re not hiding nightly corporate sabotage from them.”

“Hey, does it bother you a little that your opinion of Optimus has gotten so low that you just automatically assume they’re committing unforgivable violations of privacy?”

“It bothers me plenty,” I admit, with a shrug. “It sucks, but that’s corporations for you.”

Bat shakes his head. “Wild. Anyway, I don’t get screened, for the same reason Scarlet Brighid doesn’t get screened. I’m above suspicion.”

That’s absolutely terrifying. I say, “If that’s true, then you’d have to be a board member, or something. Couldn’t you just talk to me directly?”

A big X flashes on the faceplate. Bat says, "Negative. If you think being high on the food chain means nobody will try to eat you, then you’re not suspicious enough. Case in point: I bet you didn’t even know about all the mics on your suit.”

I blink.

"My what?" I ask, genuinely mystified. "Bat, I don't have a-"

"You have thirteen microphones on you right now- I’ve been jamming them since before I called you." Bat cuts me off, and starts pointing at seemingly random parts of my costume. "There, there, there- that zipper there’s actually got a camera in it, not that Optimus would ever use the footage for transparency-"

I bat his hand away, irritated now. I've trusted him this far, but he could easily be just talking out of his ass. I just say, "I'm still on Optimus's side, Bat, even if they're invasive and weird. If you've called me here with the exact same 'Oh, Optimus is totally evil, trust us instead' pitch Wolf’s always trying on me, then I’m gonna get back to work."

"No, that's fine. I'm not asking you to trust my word," he says easily, before pulling something out of the pouch at his waist. It's a lanyard- the same style that important guests at Optimus tend to wear. Hanging from it is a keycard. He holds it out to me, and the card dangles there between us. "I'm asking you to trust this."

I take it, and rotate it in my hands. It's just plain white plastic- I have an identical card in one of my own pouches, since Optimus doesn't exactly go around writing things like 'SECRET SUB-LEVEL SIX ACCESS' on its keycards. I ask, dubiously, "And this tells me... what? Why do I want this?"

A cheeky smile lights across Bat's faceplate. He says, "You know how I'm sorta just, all up in Optimus's business? All the time?"

I roll my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you're super cool. You've aged Paris Optima about twenty years with all the hacking, by the way, she hates you the most."

"Ah." The smile fades, replaced by a blank darkness. "Ouch. But um, anyway, I've read most of your chat logs with her-"

"Creepy."

"-and I know you've been cautioned, repeatedly, for asking about a particular room on Basement Level 10. It's down the end of a long hallway, no number on the door? Is that ringing any bells?"

At some point I started gripping that keycard very, very tight. I look down at it now, and feel my pulse quicken with equal parts excitement and dread. I say, "You're kidding, right? Not even Scarlet Brighid gets in there, she told me herself."

"Optimas only," Bat breathes it like a prayer. He's looking at the keycard very intently- or at least, I guess he is. His face is kinda angled towards it? "All-access- or at least, close enough. The right person could do a lot of damage with that keycard."

It was pretty obviously the wrong thing to say, and the way he straightens right back up tells me he realises that too. I pocket the card, then say, shaking my head, "You know what, you're probably right. If this belongs to an Optima, I need to take it to one. Like right now."

"Lana, wait, listen-"

"Where did you even get it?" I demand, taking a step back, wary of any sudden lunges. "No, don't answer that. Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd get in if I was caught using some bigwig's access card, Bat?"

He holds out his hands, placating. His faceplate stays blank, but I can hear something like panic in his voice as he says, "Yes, yes, I do- but I don't think you do, Lana, that's the problem-"

"It's not a big mystery, my guy! I'd get fired!"

"Fired?" Bat asks, with a laugh of disbelief. "They're not gonna- do you seriously think Optimus would fire you? The woman who can fight the entire Syndicate to a standstill on her own? You're irreplaceable, too."

Despite myself, I feel my face heat up at that description. I say, "That's... obviously a bit of an exaggeration."

"No, it isn't." In another context, those words might be an encouragement, or flattery- but Bat says them grimly, like he just thinks it's very unfortunate for me. "But that doesn't mean you're safe from them, it just means they have some other way to control you.”

I don't know what to say to that, so we just... stand there, staring warily at each other. I've heard enough to know I should just turn around and hop right back off the building, but... something in what Bat just said jolts out an old, forgotten memory. What was it that Marquis had said? Something about Optimus wrapping around you like a parasitic vine, controlling your every movement? I doubt she meant it literally, but…

Well, even if I've been acting the part in front of the Syndicate, I'm not just some corporate bootlicker. I said I trust 'Optimus', but that's not really true. I trust people in Optimus, the ones I know. I trust Rene, and I trust Scarlet. I trust Juliette, too, more than anything. If I rotate the thought around in my mind, I can even say that investigating the company isn't really betraying those people- really, I'd just be finding proof that the company deserves them. Right?

Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to go somewhere I've been told I can't. I think that might be it.

Bat doesn't seem to mix well with silence. He buckles under the pressure, first by plastering a few new emotions on his faceplate (He settles on a tonally inappropriate smiley face- I guess this is how he forces a smile?), and then by saying, in a rush, "Look, if you're worried about getting caught, don't be. I'd be right there with you, and I can delete you from any logs you end up in."

I quirk an eyebrow. "You'll be with me?" I ask, doubtfully.

"I mean, uh. Digitally. You know. I'll be monitoring you, and inside the system," he says, and his mask becomes a blushy face. "And if what you find in that room doesn't convince you to listen, then... well, then we're done, I guess. But I wouldn't be here if I wasn't confident."

He closes the distance between us, and I let him. He holds out a gloved hand, and asks, "Whaddaya say? Frenemies?"

That's the last little nudge I need, and I won't pretend the fact that Bat's being a huge dork about this has nothing to do with it- I have a soft spot for dorks, as it happens. I clasp the proffered hand tight.

"Frenemies," I repeat, and we shake on that promise. A happy, pointless little thought occurs to me, and I say, “You know, if we’re ever not actively on opposite sides of a corporate war, there’s someone I’d really like to introduce you to.”

The handshake lingers, though not uncomfortably- this moment of truce is a soothing balm to the months of fighting each other, and I don’t think either of us want to be the one to end it. Plus, you know. I like Bat. We can hold hands a little if we want.

Finally, Bat’s faceplate changes- an angry face, again, though it doesn’t remotely match the cheer in his voice as he exclaims, “We’ve been frenemies for ten seconds and you’re already setting me up with someone? Is he at least cute!?”

“You have no idea,” I say, through a laugh. I let the hand drop, and fix the bright LEDs in Bat's mask with a stern glare. "But look, Bat, this isn't going to work twice. If this is just some kind of trick, I’ll…well, I won’t like you anymore.”

I meant it as a joke. There’s really nothing else I could do to him, revenge wise, or at least nothing I’d also be willing to do. And yet, Bat's response is completely sincere, his voice contrasting with the goofy, unchanged expression on his faceplate as he responds, “I know. I hope you can at least believe me when I say that I really, genuinely, do not want that.”

...Then he does change it, into a winky face, which kills the mood a little. I huff out a laugh and say, “Yeah, whatever, man. Listen, I have to go- they’re gonna wonder what I’m looking at.”

I take a few backward steps towards the edge of the roof (the building’s ‘top floor’, I correct myself internally), as Bat replies, “Yeah, it’s been a hot minute. When do you wanna do this?”

My foot lands on scaffolding, and I lean to take a peek over the edge of the building. It’s a long drop to the construction site below, maybe thirty floors. I say, “No time like the present, I guess. I’ve still got my patrol to finish- will you know when I’ve started?”

Bat shoots me a thumbs up. He says, “I can patch into your comm earpiece no problem, so we’ll be able to talk. Give me an hour, then just say 'hey'. We can go from there.”

I look at him a little dubiously. I have no idea where the dude lives, but just getting up here almost knocked him out. Could he even climb down and then get back to his secret bat-cave in time for that?

I gesture over my back with a thumb, and ask, “Do you, uh- do you want a lift down?”

He laughs, sounding just a little uncomfortable. Arms crossed, he says, “Um, no, I’m okay actually. Thanks.”

I insist, “You’re gonna have to climb all the way down. I can get you there in like ten seconds.”

“Or in like, one second…” he mutters, and he hesitantly joins me over at the edge. He takes a peek down at the street below, and shivers. “God, how do you do that?”

“It was scary at first,” I admit. I don’t mention that I still haven’t stopped having those nightmares where my power stops working mid flight and I plummet to the ground, because I’m not sure if that'd be much of a comfort. I step off the edge of the building, where I do not fall, but instead do a languorous midair twirl to face him (I can admit to showing off a little). I say, “Come on, you’ve seen me catch rocks big enough I think they technically count as continents. I can carry two people.”

Bat says, dryly, “Yeah, don't get Badger started on that. She says that fighting you just boils down to us finding fun new ways to give you ammunition.”

“What was it you said? You hope we can trust each other?” I ask, cutting through his nervous snark. I hold out my hand. "I’m not gonna make you, but- look, do you really think I’d just let you fall?”

"I know you wouldn't," he said, and he takes my hand, holding it tight.

#villainous nights #lovestruck voltage #lovestruck #lovestruck fanfiction

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caesarandthecity · 3 months ago

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Love in Prison: Seeking Affection Behind Bars

Gay for the Stay. That’s what they call straight men who, during their time in prison, decide to enter into a relationship with another man, being “gay” only while they’re behind bars. Can you imagine how amazing my life would be if I could just decide to be gay for a while, then not be, and then turn it back on whenever I wanted? Like flipping a light switch on and off. I’ve always been gay, never changed, and I suffered a lot until I learned how to survive.

In the beginning, in criminal prison, I behaved more cautiously, which made me an easy target, prey that was easy to spot. And believe me, there are so many men in there looking for someone to live with in a cell as a couple. I won’t deny, some of them were very attractive. Think about it: many were Latino, tattooed, in shape, just looking for someone to exchange affection and care with while in prison. It’s fascinating to see how humans, in this case, men, can change in the search for affection, in the search for love.

And I fell in love. I had my heart broken more than once in prison—multiple times, to be honest. One of the first was Chad. He was special, beautiful. His eyes were an incredible shade of blue. When I first arrived at the psychiatric ward of the prison, Chad came to greet me. And when I saw those eyes… “Chicos, those eyes!” I knew something would happen between us, and it did. We never kissed. We got so close once that our lips almost touched. He looked into my eyes, and I looked into his, and then we pulled away.

We were two madmen locked up in the psychiatric ward of the prison. And you know, they say that mad people don’t realize they’re mad. Deep down, we were just two people desperate for affection. We spent our days together, talking, laughing, sharing stories. When I met Chad, he had no money to buy food at the canteen, and neither did I. We helped each other whenever we could; if one got extra food, we shared it. Chad would talk about all the drugs he’d done and how heroin was his favorite. He would tell me how he loved living on the streets, always saying, “It’s a lifestyle, Bro!” Something inside me believed I could save him, that he deserved saving.

Sometimes, Chad would come to my cell, sit next to me, and just stare at me with those deep blue eyes. We would play-fight with each other, a way for us to touch without anyone saying anything. Someone started putting money in Chad’s account, and he began to gift me sweets and food. Sometimes, other prisoners got jealous, but Chad didn’t care, and neither did we. But Chad was very jealous. Once he realized how much I was into him, he started to change. He would complain that I walked around the block too much, that I didn’t want to sit next to him, that I talked to Scotland, that I didn’t play with him. Many times, out of jealousy, Chad would refuse to share food with me, doing it on purpose.

One day, Chad snapped out of jealousy and tried to attack me, saying he was just playing. The guards decided to lock down the block, and Chad refused to go back to his cell, so he was taken to solitary confinement. And just like that, Chad and I never spoke again. Maybe it was for the best. Many other inmates told me real stories about him that scared me and opened my eyes.

Chad was the first, but many more would come after. The interesting thing is that during that time, I never questioned Chad’s character. I never evaluated his actions towards me, and now, almost two years later, I can look back and see it all—and most importantly, see myself too. Remembering all this only made me realize how desperate I was in my search for love, not knowing that I should never have been searching for it because love isn’t something you search for; it’s something you build from the inside out.

I was desperate to love, to be loved. In my mind, I thought I could take Chad out of that life. Today, I know that no one leaves drugs for someone else. We only leave when we want to, and for ourselves. And I allowed myself to be close to someone who was toxic, violent, just because he said he liked me. Today, I understand the reason for my solitude.

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mermazeablaze · 1 year ago

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So I went to my gyno visit today at the Indian Clinic. I have been having issues hemorrhaging during my periods, off & on since 2013 (23yrs old, now 33). I already have children & my tubes are tied. I want a hysterectomy. My gyno is refusing.

Some Backstory:

A male gyno specialist (2013) refused hysterectomy & kept saying, "Tubals can be reversed. You might want more children. Hysterectomies are permanent."

I have three children & due to a hereditary disorder anesthesia increases my chances of seizures. I almost DIED during my last child's birth, C-section including tubal **AND** sedated.

When I told him I was firm on not having anymore biological children because of that. He kept pushing for 'uterine/endometrial ablation'. Which is where they burn off your uterine lining to pause your periods or can do it enough where you don't have another period. I told him no & sought a second opinion.

My second opinion was a female gyno who tested my hormone levels, ultrasounds, MRI &EKGs even to rule out pregnancy &/or hormone imbalance. Everything came back fine. Yet I was still hemorrhaging.

Female gyno insinuated I was either exaggerating or lying about the bleeding. So I saved a day's worth of saturated feminine products & brought them to her. She was grossed out, but realized I was telling the truth.

Female gyno placed me on Seasonique. A birth control pill which gives you four periods a year, to see if it would help regulate the bleeding. It did for almost a year, by then 2014. But it started giving me intense depression & irrational thoughts.

Female gyno told me to stop taking it & wait a month before trying something else.

During that time my right arm not my left would tingle off & on. I would get woozy & nauseous. Cold sweats & feel clammy. One night all of those symptoms descended upon me except with the addition of my heart racing. Not hurting just racing. & my body was screaming something wasn't right. It's one of the few times I can consciously say I knew I could be dying. It was scary.

I went to the ER & after testing I was having a cardiac event from a blood clot forcing itself through my heart. My white blood cell count was almost FOUR TIMES the amount a person usually has during a heart attack.

I was in the hospital for a little over a week, angiogram & making sure another blood clot didn't develop. They believe the Seasonique was the cause.

Since then I've just been suffering with the sporadic hemorrhaging since then. Which is now including debilitating & excruciating pain.

Which is why I went to the gyno today, different from the previous two. Only to be told that she wasn't going to give me an updated hormone screening, ultrasound, MRI, etc. She offered me ablation or birth control.

I told her I don't see the point in ablation. It has so many horrendous possible side effects, including hemorrhaging! Plus, she would want to do the type of ablation where it rids you of a period. But a hysterectomy does the same fucking thing.

& I'm not taking birth control. Not gonna to risk either exacerbating my depression or another heart attack.

She was trying to say: But you'll need hormones after a hysterectomy!

Me: & birth control isn't hormones?!

& that I want a second opinion on the hysterectomy. I am 33, my mind has been made up since I was 23, I have kids, I have a tubal & I'm basically praying for menopause the past five years. So I don't have to keep dealing with this bullshit.

She put in a referral for the second opinion & didn't bother to talk to me about pain management. She was too busy feeling butthurt that I know what I want & need & she couldn't give me a good enough reason why aside from, "Because!"

Sidenote: When I get my hysterectomy & I will. I want a shirt made that says:

"Ask me why I'm no longer hysterical, I'm just hilarious now."

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shokuto · 10 months ago

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Up in the sky! Pt 2 snippet/WIP

The aircraft tears into the grass, leaving a trail of violently depressed earth and crumpled scraps of metal in its wake. The wheels hold on just enough for nothing to explode on impact.

It is an instant of unimaginable pain, the hardest and most unsparing test of strength he’ll ever endure in his life. It is suddenly bearing the weight of every punch he’s ever taken, every lowlife that ever took a run at him, every casted doubt that ever kept him up at night, pressing onto him by a thousand.

But miraculously, he holds still, and the plane graciously comes to a slow stop in thanks, battered from the landing and covered in dirt.

There isn’t a single part of his body that doesn’t feel ravaged and hollowed out, not a single bone that doesn’t feel as if it were crushed to dust right then and there.

But he holds still.

He holds still just enough to comprehend that he is alive, and in enough pain to understand that he’s in one piece, that it’s over. Not to see how his resistance furrowed the front of the plane like a sheet of paper behind him, but to know everyone inside is alive. That alone is what grants him rest.

With no ceremony, he falls on the ground face first, right into the sweet embrace of oblivion.

[…]

Twenty-four minutes ago, Herman Shultz was about to die.

He’d been an ingenious but petty crook for the last few years of his life, cleaned himself up after getting out of jail, for real this time, and now, heart racing and hot tears streaking down his face, he was about to die. He was about to die having blown his life scratching at every door that ever closed on him, having chased away everyone in his life that tolerated him, and throwing tantrums for the men in suits that made him feel small before he could settle into his thirties like a normal person.

He actually thought he’d had a heart attack just before the landing. It felt like that final thump of turbulence had popped something inside of his chest.

It hadn’t, though. He had to suffer the landing perfectly conscious with the other horrified passengers that hadn’t passed out, screeching in terror as he futilely held onto the armrests of his seat like he were on a boat rocking back and forth and not a million dollar plane careening to its fiery demise.

And then…it stopped. By God, by Allah, by whatever was out there, it stopped. It wasn’t until he decided he never wanted to see the inside of a commercial aircraft again (twenty minutes after finishing his cry) that he finally left the plane, but he didn’t see any higher power waiting for him.

He saw Spider-Man. The new one, face-planted in the dirt with his arms at his sides like a body in the lake.

Spider-Man.

Can you imagine that?

A mere two years ago, he’d held Spider-Man hostage, unmasked and well at his mercy. Two years ago, he was the Shocker, a petty criminal who’s name was well known by the proper authorities not for the prestige of his crimes but the fancy gear on his belt. He was a man scorned by powerful institutions that exploited all he had to offer before discarding him like trash. He was an avenger, dead set on striking back at all who’d deprived him of the life he deserved by stealing it from other people.

Today, he’s a nurse, standing before someone in need. Someone who’s saved him twice now.

He leans down and turns him over, momentarily struck still by the scarlet red spider facing out, a proud and impenetrable shield that he only now realizes saved the lives of he and everyone aboard.

It’s for that that he would maybe like nothing more than to be a little gentle, to be able to rouse him awake by merely rocking his shoulder like a kid having a hard time waking up for school. But he is well versed enough in healthcare to understand how and why that’d only make things worse.

Out of his trance, he presses an ear to Spider-Man’s chest, searching for a heartbeat. He nearly faints all over again when he hears one.

“He’s alive,” he confirms to himself.

“He did this?” A woman asks suddenly, snapping Herman to attention. She points to Spider-Man and the busted up yet somewhat intact plane virtually right next to them in quick succession.

“Pretty sure,” he upholds. It’s then that he notices more and more people filing out of the plane like children out of a carnival cyclone. One by one, they all draw nearer, until the hero of the day is surrounded by a diverse set of faces, all contorted in worry and unease for the young man who singlehandedly granted them the rest of their lives.

“He’s passed out from overexertion, he needs space,” Herman reminds them.

“We don’t need to move him?” A guy asks. Probably the youngest one there besides the one on the ground.

“And do what? Right now, all he needs is space and a moment’s rest until someone can get him to a real hospital.”

That shuts everyone up, but it doesn’t stop them from talking amongst themselves. Meanwhile, Herman ruminates on what brought him here, monitoring Spider-Man’s health when a mere twenty-four months ago he’d wanted him dead.

He remembers the anger in his chest dulling into a smoldering ember by the humiliation of pity. By having all he thought about himself at night casually dumped on him like a bucket of ice water. He remembers sitting in holding, unable to feel the hours go by while a public defender prepared to plead insanity, unable to feel much of anything, period.

It was humility, he guesses. Nothing prompts greater self reflection like unmasking one of your greatest tormentors and coming face to face with a tenth grader who feels sorry for you. It made him reflect on all he’d done, all he’d been through since being ousted by Roxxon only for him to undergo a touching realization.

Herman was tired. Tired of armoring himself in a shell of hatred, one that corroded everything inside him until there was nothing left but his faults, his failures, and his inescapable inadequacies shadowing him like specters. He was tired of waking up every day, only able to blearily enjoy the first ten seconds before remembering who he was, how he’d been cheated, and how he resolved to then destroy himself in retribution. He was was tired of depriving himself the sun.

And so, sometime after that night in the warehouse, he resolved to actually do something nondestructive with his new life on the off chance he got out before he was in dentures.

He settled on healthcare.

He didn’t have the patience (or the money) to attend an ivy league medical program, so he settled on nursing school. He nearly relapsed back to his old habits when he realized it wasn’t any less harder than what he imagined medical school would’ve been, but he stuck with it. He stuck with it, and today, he’s returning the favor of being snapped out of his rock bottom by helping out a Spider-Man who’d do the same.

And, y’know, the favor of being saved from burning to death in a blazing metal skeleton.

“How old is he?” Someone asks suddenly, invoking the crowd around them to draw a little nearer.

Spider-Man isn’t unmasked, but it seems up close only now can everyone see the youth in his height, in his scrawny arms and legs sprawled out on the grass like a child in bed. There’s a mother nearby who now got to return home to a child like the one on the ground who feels her throat close up. A grandfather who stands gobsmacked, as if maybe if he looks hard enough the boy who saved them all will suddenly turn into a man.

“He can’t be older than…than fifteen,” he says, struggling to keep the water out of his gravelly voice.

“No older than my son,” she supports.

The ensuing quiet is a somber one. For everyone unharmed, there’s only one person laid bare before them. It seems unnervingly like a sacrifice.

#This is taking. A lot longer so lmao here you go #my writing

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