#how did NO ONE notice that not only was the attack horribly planned for someone who is supposed to be smart

[stevieschrodinger]

I do not have time to write this, but I really need to write it down.

All the events of Stranger things happen as normal - one crucial difference, Eddie gets involved, but not in the same way. He's an innocent by stander who never made friends with the kids. He's a vague background character to the action. He's an extra on set, effectively, and when he drops out of school and leaves town abruptly, someone might notice, but no one really questions it.

Years later, the only thing that feels real about the whole thing are the scars Steve still carries on his body. Sometimes, sometimes, he has to call Robin, just to check it was all real. That he hasn't lost his mind. He still flinches when a light flickers, to this day his ears ring for hours after a loud noise. He has headaches.

The only people he can talk to about it are Robin and the kids; but he feels bad. The kids aren't kids anymore, and they all seem to have just...gotten on with their lives. Seemed to have grown and evolved past it all, even though Steve regularly still wakes in the night, sweating and fighting with his bed covers. He doesn't put that on them, he sounds happy on the phone, and he is, loves hearing about their lives, their relationships, their plans and their own kids.

Robin has a girlfriend, she's happy and settled. Steve's the only one who seems...stuck. Like he cant move past it. He bums around. Stays with Nancy for a while, then Robin. Visits Argyle, makes loose acquaintances and sofa surfs. Drifts, aimlessly, through life.

It's about time in his cycle to visit Robin, but the relationship is serious this time and she nags him to find his own place to stay near by - loosing patience with him when he fails to be motivated and finding it for him herself. It's tiny, the kind of place where the bed is also the couch and the TV rests on a short run of kitchen counter because there's no where else. Feels okay though.

Steve gets a job. Spends a day on foot, door to door, walking through town; lands in a record shop of all places, even though CD's have now well and truly taken hold and vinyl isn't much of a thing. It's dark inside, the walls painted black, the bare brick red. A couple of people browse through, but Steve heads right for the counter.

There's some screamo rock stuff playing that Steve doesn't recognize, but it's quiet, so it's okay.

Behind the counter, someone Steve half recognizes from another life. Eddie Munson, Freak of Hawkins High. What are the odds.

Eddie isn't who Steve remembers. He's angry now. Bitter. Has a horrible scar that creeps up his neck and onto his face, pulling the corner of his lip down. Steve does his best to ignore it. Begs for work.

Eddie employs him, but only because he thinks it's fucking funny how far the king has fallen. Now the king works for the jester.

Steve does his best at the shop. Cleans a lot. Gets on well with the customers, charms plenty of sales.

Eddie walks with a cane and seems to hate everyone and everything; but nothing so much as a cold morning. Seems to be in more pain than usual.

Steve wants to ask, Eddie tells him it was an animal attack. In 86.

Steve's seen some of the scars by now, caught glimpses of how bad Eddie was hurt; helped Eddie even when Eddie was spitting angry about accepting any help.

What the fuck kind of animal could do that much damage in Hawkins?

You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

And Steve puts it together then, instantly and viscerally realizes in his bones what must have happened. No one ever believed Eddie. Why would they? How could anyone think that monsters coming out of the walls, out of the floors, out of glowing red portals could be the truth?

And Steve says, did it's face peel apart like a flower?

And then he tells Eddie. He tells Eddie everything. He shows Eddie his own scars. Tells him about every monster they ever come across. It was one of the demo dogs. Like Dart. Steve knew it must have been, but Eddie confirms with a description.

And then Eddie cries, because he finally has a explanation. He's not crazy. For the first time in his life, someone believes him.

[taiey]

a minor analysis of Manepear's manipulation (mane-ipulation)

A few thoughts to frame the discussion: Clownpierce has the mace; Clownpierce has not yet died. Clownpierce doesn't log on very often, and of everyone on the server Clownpierce is closest to Kaboodle.

With that in mind... 1hr 13min into 'A New Leaf..?', after a lot of open honest conversation about the war, morality, honour and Mane's potential as an interior decorator, Kaboodle brings up her constancy towards Clownpierce and Manepear starts telling her she should put herself first, because Clown doesn't.

He starts with the basic, obvious facts: Clown doesn't log on very often, he's never attacked Mane for her, he's never sacrificed himself for her like she has for him. Even... Woogie..? backs him up on all that.

Then she starts bringing up counter-examples and he pushes back, with subtle mis-framings like "it would have been easy for him to say I searched for Mapic on purpose so that I could get back for you" when, like, I saw that video and I bet you did too, he said that to Mapicc, and not to Kaboodle. Or brushing off that time he did fight Mane's team as if there's "10 people he knows he's not going to get targeted and if he gets a kill on Main and Flame that would be huge for him", when, uh, it's not that Mane has specific knowledge that the other group chat was considering jumping Clown for the mace earlier in the day, but I do feel that dynamic is sufficiently common knowledge.

I've actually had this thought before because I thought that he was, I was, I was confident that he was betraying me cuz I was thinking like "why would Clownpierce betray and and use everybody except for me? how does that make any sense? why would I be the only one?" and it doesn't make sense like nothing would make me special

Drawing parallels digs into her fears without him directly saying she's not special so as to elicit sympathy and not offense. (and pay no attention to the dissimilarities in their relationships to clown)

I think it was easy for him to defend you from Subz because he knows that he can kill Subz but if it was me in that situation I'm not so sure if he would he would have done the same thing

(y'know i didn't actually notice at the time that uh that's a very different line than his Subz Glazing to Zam&Mapicc)

Mane: did he leave my alliance or did I force him out? Kab: you did force him out Mane: he didn't have a choice not to choose you Kab: yeah that's a horrible... Mane: [crosstalk] he could have at least shot me a DM—wait! Oh my gosh! I just remembered

Things I did not notice on first listen: sorry, when could he have shot you a DM? When you turned on him?? No, no, that segue makes no sense. Mane absolutely did not "just remember". DMs only came into this because he wanted a segue into: his climactic reveal.

When I was looking for your base, I told him about my, my plan to find you using dogs, and he was telling me how to do it more efficiently.

So. Let's look at [the screenshots that i copied off someone else o7]

The first thing that stood out to me, as I was watching the stream, was this: Mane says "he was telling me how to do it more efficiently", and then he lets Kab stew in that for a bit, and then he sends her these screenshots. The framing is set up. But there is not one line in there that is Clown giving Mane advice on how to track her.

The nearest he gets to advice is "she knows when you do tho". Mane glosses that to Kab as "he was telling me exactly what not to do as well", but listen: look at it. The closest he gets to advice is: maybe don't track her. Maybe you shouldn't even try.

Mane asked "what should I say", he relates it like it's another example of advice, which looks like it could lead to advice, and then the screenshot cuts off. And... it's shorter than the first one. We know for an absolute fact that the height is not limited by, say, the height of the screen. It cuts off there because whatever comes after that does not back up the narrative Mane's selling her.

Laughing about her, saying she's scared: it's emotionally affecting, but it's not actionable information. It does not help Mane find Kab. All it does is give the feeling that Clown is on Mane's side.

After exiting the conversation Kaboodle grieves to chat about it; she starts off thinking of it as"actively telling Mane how to find me is, is..." but a few minutes later she's caught on to "if you look at the messages he's not actively selling me out"; she has prior history of coming back the next day going hang on...

Very interested to see how far she gets with it. That thing with the dogs was streamed live; I watched it. The memory of it tickled at my brain, so after today's ended I tracked it down, and found:

Clownpierce: Did he find the manepears? What? Kaboodle: So all the manepears teleported to me when they hit, when he hit them. Clown: [AWKWARD LAUGHTER] Kab, fearless: I'm thousands of blocks away, I'm really far away. Clownpierce: Maybe they... they sometimes do move in the direction they teleport to, maybe he knows the location. Maybe - maybe move around.

Clownpierce was DMing Manepear saying "ok good idea"—and then, on a call with Kaboodle, telling her Mane's tactic and what to do about it.

:)

(He doesn't maximally betray Mane, he doesn't tell her he knows Mane's doing that or tell her before it starts happening; there's a degree of trying to stay on both sides. But he isn't neutral, and he is ultimately, materially, on Kab's side.)

I, like Kaboodle, saw Manepear's "removing all netherite" video and really enjoyed it (the twists genuinely surprised me) but there was this doubt where—videos and not streams usually feel this way to me—I wasn't sure whether, to convince the server that he wasn't the guy on his friend's account, he had to actually convince them. I just knew that was a kind of story he wanted to tell, and hoped he'd try it on Lifesteal.

Now, though, I believe it. I've seen maybe two other fandom people even doubting this. I believe he did because I see he can. And oh my goodness I love it.

[hannamoon143]

Don‘t drown in your own mind

bang chan x Writer! Fem reader

Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: anxiety, description of anxiety/panic attack, crying, self doubt, insecurities, mention of depression, mentions of slight bad eating habits, slight cursing

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You were laying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. It was like this for days now. Or maybe weeks? Time felt so irrelevant. Everday you were going to work, coming home, laying down, then you stared blankly at your wall for a few hours until you fell asleep. This, these days were horrible. You couldn‘t name the feeling, but a lonelines mixed with emptiness was just taking in your whole mind and heart. Nothing really happened that made you feel like this. It was just a never ending circle. When you got up for work you weren‘t thinking mostly. Almost automatically you got up, dressed, and ate a small breakfast. Your job was okay.It wasn‘t exactly what you wanted, but for the first it was a not too hard job, and the payment was good too. You always wanted to be an author, as long as you can remember. So you‘ll probably stay at this job a little longer, and someday make writing your mainjob, as an author. That was the plan at least. But right now, everything was harder. When you were coming home, you were always so tired that you didn‘t have the energy to do anything else anymore. That was probably also why your apartment looked like a mess. But you weren‘t able to stop it. You just didn‘t know how to stand up, clean everything, maybe go out, do something after work. All of this felt so far away.

Writing had been always an escape for you though. Poetry and literature was something you could describe your feelings with, like you could never in direct words. But these days your mind was blank. When you read others poetry and works, it somehow didn‘t reach you. And when you tried writing something yourself, again, this horrible emptiness in your mind. And when you couldn‘t even do the one thing that always brought you relief and comfort, what did you have left?

Somedays, you wanted to cry. You were waking up with not only the familiar exhausting emptiness, but also a heavy feeling in your chest. On these days everything seemed even a bit harder than on the other days. When people at work yelled at you, they were a tick louder on these days. People accidentally bumping into you, hurt a bit more. You weren‘t able to concentrate on work, just trying not to cry or yell at someone, the only light being the end of the day, when you could go home. But when you finally were going through your apartment door, the weary tireness came over you again. It was a horrible feeling. Not being able to do anything, not even being able to cry, when it‘s everything you had wanted to do the whole day. But you were still awake for hours. You had always wondered how people with depression were able to stand up, and do what they were supposed to do every single day. This was probably kinda what it felt like.

Oh but there was one thing you hadn‘t thought about. How dared you to think chan wouldn‘t notice? Chan is a protector. He always tries to protect everyone around him, be it from mean people, things, or their own minds. Oh and you? You were his ultimate softspot. He would give the moon to you if you asked him to. So of course he noticed when it got that time again. He noticed by the way you would zone out and sometimes not reply to his calls, and when you did, you mumbled a few responeses and just hang up all of a sudden,saying you‘d go to sleep.By the way you would need a bit longer to text back. And how you tried to smile when you were meeting up, but it never reached your tired eyes. And you didn’t write as much anymore. Sometimes before, you would randomly come into his studio at night, and just sit next to him, and while he was working on some tracks, you would write a few lines, be it about him, about your fellings or maybe a story you wanted to write down. He could tell by all the little things, your eyes, your voice, your body language.

He knew.

And what he learned about you was, that you weren‘t one to just talk about it, or reach out for help. Even if you wanted to, you couldn‘t. You simply didn‘t know how to talk about everything sometimes. Simple words seemed to not fit for the feeling. That was why he knew how important your random quotings were, or when you‘d show him your latest writings. And the worst thing was you always thought you were a bother. Of course chan had told you a million times that you weren‘t. He tried to reassure you ine very way possible. And somewhere you knew that he would never lie to you. But for some reason your brain didn‘t want to accept that. You often got brushed off as being lazy, not useful, and some kind of burden in your past. How could you be able to not think that when so many other people did? But the weird thing was, he knew. Chan always knew.

At some early point in your relationship you discovered that you shared a habit that was a bit uncommon. Often when your own words weren‘t enough, you expressed your feelings in quotes or song lyrics. It was a simple thing do do but to chan and you it meant so much. When you didn‘t know each other for that long, he discovered your love for writing and literature, so at some point he also started to really like it. And it was you who got more engulfed into music because of him. You were like puzzle tiles, matching and showing each other new ways and things.

But lately you even stopped doing that. Not randomly sending him lyrics, or poems anymore, you just wanted to share, or that made you think of him, or that you liked because they fit your situations. That was when he knew that it was really getting like that again. And never ever, was he going to let you hurt, and feel like that all alone. Not when he also knew about earlier phases in your life. So he planned how to get you out of the house, to make you do something that you‘d also really enjoy. He thought about what to say to you, and how to approach you at all. But all these thoughts just disappeared when he got a noification on his phone. He opened it. There was no context, and no hello, just this:

„Maybe it‘s time to say goodbye, cause i‘m getting pretty fucking tired“

Chan didn‘t even have to think. You showed him this song (Tired-beabadoobee) once, and said it was one of your favorites. He stated that it made him feel depressed, but you just giggled at that.

But at this lyrics, chan didn‘t think twice before he took his coat and car keys.

This day had just been horrible. Already when waking up, you felt a bit heavier than usual. Every task was a bit harder, and the thought of food made you nauseous. At work someone that you considered a friend had started telling people things about you, and then they also yelled at you for „Being a unproductive worker, and you are draggig everyone here down with your depressing ass attituted. It would be better if you weren‘t here.“ That had hit you hard. U didn‘t really care what other people said usually, but this stung. In the past weeks it was hard to even get up, but you tried so hard to do everything you were supposed to. Maybe you didn‘t talk as much with your co-workers then, but only because you couldn‘t have taken it… And then this small last sentence. „It would be better if you weren‘t here.“ You had heard this sentence so often in your life. Your „friends“ in school. Your parents. Your family. Teachers, colleagues, fans of chan. You had heard it too often. At some point you started to believe them. That was until chan came. He got you out of that dark hole, and he made you realize that all these people were wrong. But now you weren‘t so sure anymore.

To this day, you were always afraid of hearing chan say these words. You knew he never would say such things to anyone, but the thought was always somewhere in the back of your mind.

Now you were here again. The words of your co worker echoed in you mind. What if chan also hated your „Depressing attitude“? What if you were too much for him? You would understand that he didn‘t want to be with someone like you. You were always kind of messed up. So who said all those people in your life weren‘t right? Maybe everyone‘s life would be better if you weren‘t here…

You started blasting music through your airpods. It was the only thing somehow keeping you stable. Then the song played. Tired. A song you had listened to when you were at your lowest, it somehow being able to comfort and pain you at the same time. You didn‘t know what you were thinking, probably you just weren‘t thinking at all, but you sent chan a message. Absimently you typed in the songtext you knew without even hearing it. Then you let your phone fall.

Suddenly it seemed like those weeks of tiredness, emptiness and numbness were like washed away. A deep sob wracked your body. At the same time it felt relieving, but it was also pained. And then another one. And then tears started falling and your sobs mixed with the sound of your vent playlist. The words first quietly replayed in your mind „It would be better if you weren‘t here…“ But then, it changed. Your thoughts got louder and you didn‘t know what to do. Everything was too much right now, too overwhelming. The world was cruel, and so were people. But who said all cruel things were wrong? You fell down to your knees, wrapping your arms around your upper body. Your chest felt tight, and your breath was only coming out in choked sobs, while warm tears kept trailing down your cheeks. It was a stark contrast to the coldness in your mind. The airpods were still in your ears. You didn‘t hear the front door opening, and chan kicking off his shoes.

The first thing he heard were loud, pained sobs. They were shattering his heart. He quickly took off shoes and coat and rushed into the livingroom, where you were kneeling down, your upper body bent forwards, and while you were clutching to your own body, choking sobs were filling the air. He ran over to you, sitting on the floor next to you. He took your airpods out immediately and just wrapped his arms around you, starting to mumble comforting words into your hair. He knew the only thing that could calm your anxiety and panic right now, was physical touch, and someone telling you that it was okay, just giving you the comfort you really needed. So he tried not to cry himself, as he rocked you in his arms, slowly releasing your own arms from your trembling body, until you were entirely leaning onto him, sobbing. He mumbled quiet reassureances, and laid your hand on his chest, reminding you to breathe. You were trying your best to follow his breaths, his entire presence already bringing you big comfort. After a while, you were only lightly crying in his arms anymore, but he was relieved, that the anxiety attack and the panic was gone now. You finally managed to get something out. „It would be easier if i wasn‘t here. For you, and everyone else.“

Chan was shocked at that. Did you really think that? That you were even thinking such a thing, made him so sad. You were one of the most loving, hard working people he knew, and he wanted to beat up everyone who would ever made you think something like this. „Oh dear…“ he wrapped his arms a bit tighter around you, placing his chin on your head while stroking your back gently. „Whoever told you that is wrong. A life without you would be way harder to be honest. Who would send me memes of myself? Who would comfort me when i am frustrated because i can‘t finish a track? Who would be there to love and care for me? And i can tell you for sure, your real friends and family think the same. And no matter who, if anybody makes you think otherwise, they are wronger than wrong. I love you sooo much, and i know life can be tough, but i for sure know one thing. Life would be hard and boring without you. Please darling, don‘t ever try to leave me okay? If you feel like this again, overwhelmed, tired, like you don‘t belong here, then come to me. Tell me how you feel, let‘s write something together, also if your works will be hundred times better than mine, or let me just cuddle and comfort you, but don‘t suffer alone please. Call me across the ocean before you drown in your own mind. I‘d swim ever meter to come to you.“

He placed a kiss on your forehead. You were slightly crying again, but this time different than before. He was talking so genuine, and nothing he was saying sounded like a lie or just empty words to please someone. He meant every single thing he said. You looked at him, and a small smile stealed it‘s way on your lips. And that was the most beautiful thing chan ever saw. He wanted to keep it in his heart forever. He smiled back and pulled you against his warm chest again. Maybe from now on, the empty days, that just randomly came, wouldn‘t be as empty and exhausting anymore. Because chan would catch you when you‘d fall, listen to you, even when you didn‘t exactly know how to express yourself. He would be there, no matter what. And he would make sure you‘d never feel like your existence was a burden for anyone ever again.

World was cruel, yes. But chan was a rock in a big ocean, to hold onto whenever you felt like you were drowning.

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[dumbseee]

noticed pt2.

f1 au/fic: having her celebrity crush as her boyfriend was something y/n didn’t expect to happen, which she also didn’t expect is the hate she would’ve receive.

lando norris x reader.

fc: bruna marquezine.

part 1.

note: i wasn’t planning on doing a part 2 but you guys asked so you shall receive :) (i wrote that very quickly so it’s not that good i’m so sorry)

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y/n: lil photo dump because i’m living my best life with my loved ones <3 have a nice week guys!

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landonorris: pretty girl <3

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francisca.cgomes: had the best time with you baby

yourfriend: you’re shining girl

fan1: who tf is y/n? why is she even so popular?

fan2. @.fan1 bc she’s fucking lando and people have an obsession with wags

fan3: ew such a whore

fan4: why is she always half naked?

fan5: i’d be so embarrassed if i were lando bc wtf is she wearing?

fan6: lando RUN

fan7: y’all see a pretty woman dating y’all favourite driver and decide to hate her for no reason

fan8: y/n get behind me

you couldn’t stop crying, you didn’t know what you did to deserve that. you deactivated all your socials so you won’t receive any messages from people with bad intentions, and turned off your phone that kept buzzing with notifications from friends and family. you tried to call lando, to make sure he knew that this was bullshit and that never would you even think about cheating on him. you did go to neymar’s party but only as your friend’s plus one. you talked with the footballer but for literally five minutes. the girl in the picture wasn’t you and you prayed that lando knew that. but he wasn’t answering his phone and that actually made you panic even more. your whole body was shaking, you were having a panic attack and you didn’t know how to calm it since you never had one before.

this situation was horrible for you, you didn’t even know how to fix it, of course it was all a lie but would the internet believe you? deactivating all your socials could be seen as suspicious by fans. they hated you anyway so whatever excuse you’d come up with, they’d never believe you. would lando even believe you? that thought made you sob even more, you struggled to breath and fell on the ground, resting your head on your knees. you could hear your heart beats going way too fast and you prayed for someone to help you because you were going to die from that damn panic attack.

"y/n! hey y/n!" you heard a voice, but it was faint, as if someone was calling you from very far away. "y/n, please baby! breath!" lando. it was lando’s voice. you opened your eyes and saw your boyfriend, shaking you to make you come to your senses, his eyes were glossy and he looked worried, when he saw you open your eyes and look at him he sighed softly and smiled at you. "welcome back, baby." he kissed your forehead before putting your hand on his own heart while he did the same to yours. "breath for me. we’ll do it together, okay?" you nodded slowly and started to follow his breaths. "one. two. three. yeah, you’re doing amazing my love." he smiled again and rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. "you scared the shit out of me." he whispered, still against your forehead. "i am so sorry, lando, i swear it’s not-" he shushed you and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a long and soothing embrace. you felt silent tears roll down your cheeks.

"don’t say a word, i already know." he says, he grabbed your face in his hands and kissed your tears away. "those pretty eyes can’t be drowning in tears, love." he added. "i trust you y/n. i love and trust you with my life, i know that you’d never do such a thing." he finished by kissing your lips. "then why did you ignore my calls?" you asked. "because i needed to get back home asap to confort you." he smiled and you swore that your heart exploded.

that was the moment where you realised how deeply in love you were with lando. he was so perfect with you, always taking care of you and putting you first. you sometimes wondered if you deserved that kind of love.

"we’re going to watch your favorite tv show, order some food and take a bath later. today is y/n self care day. and don’t think about that rumour, i’m going to take care of that." he kissed the top of your head and helped you get up from the ground.

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landonorris: i’m going to say this once and for all: y/n l/n is the sweetest most loving and respectful person i’ve ever met in my entire existence. she’s the light that keeps shining during my darkest days, she’s the presence i crave after a long day away from her. y/n has been the victim of disgusting rumours and death threats, i’ll be taking action against every single ones of you who even just commented one single bad emoji under her posts, i’ll come for you. you made her cry, i think it’s fair enough that i make you pay back for every single tear that she shed because of people like you.

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[multific]

The Prince and Princess of Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Your life was planned from the beginning. And maybe, it wasn't so horrible. 

Your family had a great relationship with the Malfoys.

Your parents being among the pure-blood families, with a rich history of great Wizards and Witches, it was natural that your parents and the Malfoys were to unite.

Your marriage to their son was destined from the moment you were born.

It was seen as a sign that the Malfoys had a son while your mother had you. 

Naturally, as a young girl, you hated the idea of marriage, especially to someone your parents chose and Draco was much the same.

During the first and second years, you two hated one another and avoided each other at all costs.

Of course, you would be put to Slytherin along with him.

However, during the end of the third year, you and Draco became friends. It was something completely unexpected.

And as the fourth year, Triwizard Tournament and Yule Ball approached, you two were in a relationship. Although unspoken, it was a relationship.

And it all blossomed during the Ball.

You were rather surprised when he asked you to the Ball. You were even more surprised when you said yes.

You took your time to find the perfect dress, and to your absolute shock, you had the best time of your life. You danced and laughed so much with Draco.

And after he walked you back to the stairs that lead to your room, he kissed you.

A sweet, innocent first kiss.

After that, no one was able to separate the two of you.

You loved him, and he loved you.

You were often referred to as the old married couple. 

But more so, the Prince and Princess of Slytherin. 

That stuck with you as you often called Draco your Prince.

You were often blinded by your love towards him, you often failed to notice his flaws. Even if someone was to shout them into your face, you would still not realize. You ignored them because you loved him.

But deep down, you knew it was true. You knew what they were saying was true, but you didn't care. They didn't see beyond, they didn't know how he was when it was only you two.

They didn't know the real Draco.

You did.

Of course, your families were delighted with the fact that you two were in love. It meant you two wouldn't fight them on the marriage. So they saw it as a win.

But the real winners were you and Draco.

You would always sit next to him.

One instance, was on the train, heading to Hogwarts for another year, you sat right next to him, his hand in yours as you two got some sweets.

Or rather, Draco got you some.

As you happily munched on some chocolates, while looking out the window of the train. Suddenly, you felt a kiss on your shoulder, as you turned back you saw Draco smiling at you.

You placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning back to your sightseeing.

Yes, those were the times you enjoyed the most.

But soon, things started to change, you felt it in the air, and your parents told you as well.

The Dark Lord was back.

And Draco had a task.

A task you helped him with.

How could you expect the love of your life to go through with something like that all alone? Of course, you helped. 

You watched him suffer and you were in just as much pain. Seeing him struggle, knowing you couldn't help was the worst.

However, when all hell broke loose, all you could focus on was finding him. 

And you did, or rather, he found you. When Voldemort called his army back and let you 'bury your dead'. 

He was devastated to see the injury on your arm, as you were helped by a teacher.

Thankfully you weren't injured anywhere else.

"My Love!"

"Draco, I'm happy to see you alive."

"What happened?"

"A Death Eater..." you whispered.

"They weren't supposed to attack you. They know you are with me."

And they did. Yet, they didn't care. And so, Draco was quick to realize that they played dirty.

Then Voldemort walked in, Hagrid carried Harry. Narcissa begged Draco to go to her.

Draco turned to you as you lifted your hand to hold his and you both walked over.

You felt like a coward, a traitor. But you were afraid and you didn't want to die.

As Voldemort touched Draco you nearly vomited. Then, he turned to you and did the same. 

Narcissa grabbed in one hand Draco, in her other you, and walked away.

You heard the battle behind you start and you felt guilty.

But you didn't want to die.

Back at the Malfoy manor, Narcissa explained what happened to your parents. They were gone. And somehow, deep down you knew that the moment you didn't see them when the Dark Lord arrived.

Which meant you were all alone now.

You locked yourself into a room.

Grieving your loss and regretting your decision of leaving for many many days.

But you never regretted staying with Draco through it all. 

A knock came from your door and you turned to see Draco there. Much like you, he also couldn't sleep. Not alone at least.

He joined you by the window as he too, looked out.

With his father in Azkaban, his mother slowly crumbling, all he had left was you.

"I remember when my mother told me that I am supposed to marry you. I was angry. Wondering how could they decide to make me do this. Marry a boy I don't even know... I fell in love with you not long after, watching you at school I always knew the bully was only insecure." you stayed quiet for a couple moments. "You have beautiful eyes Draco." He leaned in, putting his head into your neck as if he was hiding. Your arms moved around him, holding him.

He was so glad to have you there with him every step of the way. 

And even now, you were there. Mourning the losses, while holding him close.

He didn't need anything else. 

A year after the war, you married Draco. It was a small wedding at the Malfoy Manor. 

You felt like it was the first time in years that you managed to smile full-heartedly. 

How amazing he looked in his tuxedo, and just how breathtaking you looked in your gorgeous dress.

You missed your parents from the ceremony, but you also knew that they were watching you, happy for their daughter.

When Draco started working for the Ministry, you found a job as well. 

You would say you lived simple lives. Narcissa was a lot better as well which was a delight.

Then, five years later, you got pregnant.

A completely unplanned baby, but you were extremely happy.

Draco arrived home from work as all three of you sat down to eat dinner. All day, Narcissa could tell you had something up your sleeve, but she didn't ask. 

"I have something to share with both of you." you announced as dinner was ending. "I went to the doctor's today and she confirmed, I'm pregnant." 

Complete silence filled the room as if both were waiting for an 'only joking' from you but it never came. 

In the end, Narcissa was first to speak.

"Congratulations, Darling!" she said as she hugged you and soon Draco followed her.

Everyone was truly happy. 

Draco was extremely affectionate during your pregnancy. It was as if he was still the young teen who kissed you so many times on the train or in school.

You missed this side of him.

He would often run his hands over your belly, feeling your child growing under your heart. 

Every night, as he hugged you close, both arms securely around you, you reminded yourself of the great times you had with him and the more amazing memories you will create together.

You felt so silly now, you wished to go back and tell your younger self that everything will be okay.

You wish to go back and tell yourself, the little girl crying in her room because her parents decided she was to marry a Malfoy, you wished to tell her that it will be the best decision. That Draco Malfoy will turn out to be your life, heart and soul.

You wished to tell yourself that soon, you will have a child of your own, and you wouldn't have this baby with anyone else but Draco. 

Your little boy was born on July 5th. A month after his father's birthday. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was the little twinkle in your eye. The little boy stole your heart away the moment he opened his beautiful blue eyes.

"He looks just like you, Draco. I spent all this time giving birth and he dares to look like you... so unfair." Clearly, the boy looked like an exact copy of his father. The blond hair, the eyes, little boy couldn't even deny he was a Malfoy.

"Maybe he will behave like you."

"I doubt it, the Malfoy gene is a lot stronger than mine." you smiled as he took the boy from your arms and looked at him.

You watched your husband place a kiss on his forehead. 

"I still think we should have picked a different name." you said as Draco sat down in the chair next to you. "We basically set him up to be a villain." you laughed, obviously joking. 

"If he is anything like you, he surely be." your husband joked and it made you gasp in shock. "I mean... everyone was afraid of you. The Princess of Slytherin."

"I-I-You! Draco!"

"It's true! I was running around being a brat while you so elegantly put fear into everyone's heart."

"Can't argue with that." you smiled as you leaned back, ready to take a nap. "I already know what his first words are going to be." you said as you closed your eyes. Draco looked at you.

"What?"

You let out a yawn. "My father will hear about this." you said trying your best to imitate his voice as you finally drifted off to sleep.

Draco sat there, his boy in his hands, shocked. He looked down at the little boy, looking up at him, eyes filled with wonder.

"Your first word has to be 'mommy' or else I will never live it down." he kissed him on the forehead. "But you can tell me anything you want, I will be a good father, I will try my best at least."

The little boy also yawned before closing his eyes. Draco leaned back in his chair, watching his son and wife sleeping.

He too wished to go back and tell all about this to his younger self. Tell himself just how amazing his life is going to turn out. 

Maybe having your life planned out wasn't such a bad thing. After all, even if it is planned, it can turn out to be exactly what you want.

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lavender haze (k.b.)

Summary: when the reader is injured and kaz kills someone for them (oops), they come to a realization of their feelings.

Pairing(s): kaz brekker and reader Word Count: ~1.8k Warnings: mild violence (stabbing, mentions of gunshots, physical fighting), blood, mentions of death Genre: a bit of angst, but with a fluffy ending

Author's Note: this is part of the midnights saga (inspired by taylor swift's midnights ofc) but can be read as a oneshot or as part of the series once i've written more :)) send me requests for kaz if you so desire. only 54 days until season two of sab releases let's goooooo

“This was not the plan,” you shouted to Jesper, dodging a fist hurtling toward your face. Your muscles burned with exertion, and your skin ached with bruises from being shoved down the stairs by the targets who somehow knew you were coming. It wasn't your most graceful moment, getting pushed down hard, splintered wooden stairs. You landed at a guard's feet, to boot. An excellent start to what seemed like such an easy heist: get in, grab the rolled-up canvases of forged paintings and get out and back to the Slat before anyone could notice anything amiss.

"I think I know that," he snapped back, ripping his pistol from its holster and using it to bash his attacker in the head. The guard groaned and slumped to the wooden floor, dazed. Jesper took the chance to aim his pistol at the man trying to lock you in a chokehold. "Can you get him to stop moving?"

"I'm going to kill you if you shoot me," you snarled, bringing your knee to the man's gut and bashing his temple with your pistol. He crumpled, and you kicked the man's chest once he was on the ground. It seemed fair after shoving you down the stairs and possibly breaking your ribs. It ached horribly to breathe, and your wrist throbbed when you flexed it. Sprained, no doubt. There was no time to worry about that because another idiotic guard thundered down the stairs right toward you with two lackeys behind him.

Where were Inej, Kaz, and Nina?

You pulled the trigger on your pistol, taking a nonlethal shot at the first guard's thigh, sending him tumbling down the stairs with a shriek. See? That's how it feels, asshole.

Jesper handled the second one, and you went for the third, going for the arm this time. He howled in pain and clutched his arm, nearly tripping over his feet.

"Where's-?" you began, then your hair prickled on the back of your neck. Spinning around, you were greeted with a bash to the face. You collapsed to the ground, and your head hit the floor with an impact that rattled your teeth. You gasped for air, and black spots danced across your vision. The world spun too fast on its axis. Nothing was in focus. Distantly, Jesper shouted. You thought he was fighting the man who hit you.

Pain blossomed between your ribs, and you screamed. The world snapped sharply back into focus long enough to glimpse your attacker's face, concealed by a black scarf wrapped tightly around his head. His eyes were black as coal and filled with pure rage as he stabbed you, twisting the blade to inflict as much damage as possible.

You sobbed as he pulled the dagger free. Something sharp and metallic was bubbling in your throat, threatening to choke you. It bubbled out of your lips, painting them red and sliding down your cheek. The world around you disappeared, and you floated on nothing.

People talked, there was shouting, then more burning on your chest. Someone apologizing. A hand pressed between your ribs over your wound.

"No more," you thought you said. "Please."

You were dying. You could recognize that much.

As the chains of death fastened themselves around your wrists, cold metal biting your feverish skin, you thought of Kaz. His piercing blue eyes, how his coat looked against his pale skin, the way he brushed his fingers through his hair as he concocted heists. How he said your name so softly that you wondered if he felt the same way you did about him. Fluttery, light, hoping to give him a smile and have him smile back. All you wanted was a smile from Kaz, even if he didn't feel that same fluttering as your eyes caught.

Now you wouldn't even get that.

The world disappeared. 

And then it came back.

You woke with dry lips and a pounding head. Your throat burned from a lack of water, and everything around you was blurry from unconsciousness.

You looked around at your room in the Slat. How did I get here? Shouldn't I be greeting the Saints now, not feeling like shit with water leaking from the roof onto my head?

Someone leaned forward in a creaky chair beside you, and you saw his cane before you saw him. He was sitting in a chair haphazardly shoved in the corner. It hadn't been there before you'd died, nor had Kaz. He'd never even been in your room before.

"Hi," you rasped. Internally, you winced. Hi? That's the best you could say? You died while thinking of him, and you can only muster 'hi?' Maybe you could be stabbed again and start this over.

Kaz looked you over, his face carefully arranged into a mask of neutrality. But his hair was greasy and falling into his eyes, and he had dark shadows under his eyes that made him look like he'd been punched in the face. "How are you feeling?" His voice was almost just as blank as his face. But underneath his words was.. concern. He was worried. About you.

Where the hell had you gone after you died? In what world did Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, the Bastard of the Barrel, show any emotion?

"Am I dead?" you asked him. You experimentally tried to sit up, but your chest screamed at you in pain, and Kaz's cane shot out. The tip pressed against the wall beside your bed, and you were blocked from getting up.

Kaz was silent for a moment. Finally, he said, "What were you thinking? Why did you try to take all of them at once?"

"Jesper and I had it handled." Your throat throbbed, and Kaz seemed to realize that speaking was difficult. He held out a glass of water, and you lifted your head. Carefully, he tipped some of the liquid down your throat. You swallowed and sighed in relief.

"You nearly died," Kaz said. He placed the glass of water on the ground and stood, removing the cane from where it blocked you and thumping it against the floorboards. "It was reckless." His voice was lined with anger.

Anger sparked in your chest. "I woke up after being out for?"

"Three days," Kaz gritted out, whirling to face you. His eyes were ablaze, and you nearly shrunk under that look. It was so unlike him, usually so cold and stoic, that having that emotion directed at you was startling. But you didn't back down and forced yourself into a sitting position despite the searing pain and stiff bandages around your chest.

"Three days, and the first thing you do is decide to yell at me? I'm sorry I almost died, but I would appreciate it if you could wait to lecture me until I'm not about to keel over from pain."

His jaw flexed. He was furious. Much more than you realized. His eyes closed, and his chest expanded and contracted as he took a deep breath. "You nearly died," he said again. His voice was calmer now, and you found yourself softening. "When Inej and I found you nearly bleeding out while Jesper tried to stem the blood, I wanted to kill the person who did this to you." He inhaled again and turned his back to you.

He was silent for a few long moments. "Kaz?" you whispered. He was within your reach but felt so far away. Especially since he didn't like to be touched, and you didn't dare push that boundary to get his attention.

"I did," he admitted. "While Nina worked on you, Jesper and I followed him, and I killed him."

You didn't prompt him to continue this time. He so rarely shared his thoughts. You didn't want to ruin this.

"Killing him didn't keep you from nearly dying," he said quietly. "Your heart stopped. I thought I'd never..." The words died in his throat.

Your hand twitched with the urge to reach out to him. He was trying to say what he felt, but Kaz Brekker wasn't good with emotions. He hadn't been since he nearly drowned in the harbor.

"You said my name while you slept," he said roughly. He turned back to face her, his blue eyes on fire with something you struggled to identify immediately. Later, you recognized it as desperation.

He needed you to say it. He worked so hard to keep all his emotions beneath the surface that they refused to come to him when he called. He felt them all, burning beneath his skin, pleading to be shared, only to disappear when summoned. 

You didn't struggle as intensely. "I thought of you when I was dying," you breathed. The words were quiet, shy. Almost ashamed that you hadn't thought of someone else, like your best friend from home. "I thought of you smiling."

Kaz nearly laughed out of sheer amazement. "You've never seen me smile."

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked down at your hands. "But I want to. And I thought I would die without seeing it at least once."

The room was so silent your ears almost started ringing. Then the floorboards creaked, and Kaz sat in the chair beside your bed again. You exhaled slowly, relieved that he didn't open the door and disappear. It was the worst-case scenario that had haunted your dreams. But he hadn't, and he was back beside you again. It was closer than you'd ever expected to be to him.

"Don't die on me again, and maybe you will see it," he said. He rested his cane against the wall and stretched out his legs. Behind his words was relief. You understood what he was trying to say and felt the same, and you were alive. He had the chance to say this to you. For the first time in a long time, Kaz found himself nearly thanking the Saints.

Your heart leaped into your throat as you looked over and met his eyes. A silent understanding passed between you, and his lip quirked up in the corners, ever-so-slightly. You smiled back and looked down at your hands.

You were on the precipice of something new. It was something you'd wanted for so long that you couldn't believe this was real. 

"I'm still going to lecture you for almost dying," Kaz said, breaking the silence. He looked at you seriously, but a glimmer of something danced in his eyes. Despite the threat, you couldn't help but wheeze a quiet laugh.

"I expect nothing less, Boss."

[trans-queen-administrator]

Hey, can I hear about your shatterbird thoughts? She's always been my favourite member of the nine :]

[@faultlinescrew]

Oh I'm about to type for entirely too long.

Alright so a chunk of this is kinda headcanon, but any of that is fully based on canon. I had a giant fanfic planned that was literally an expanded telling of Shatterbird's life from trigger to death, and some plot points there may bleed into this unconsciously.

Number one favorite thing about Shatterbird is that initially, she did nothing wrong. She was unwillingly dosed with a Cauldron vial, and her scream and subsequent exploding of Dubai wasn't her fault. She had no intention to hurt anyone, it was done entirely out of her control as she gained powers and she should not be blamed for her first time destroying a city. The thing is, that doesn't matter in universe. She's still going to be hunted down by countless capes because she killed an untold number of people with that scream. No one's going to just let her go because it wasn't her fault, because she's the only person who can be blamed. People want revenge for their loved ones, and I'm willing to bet that she had a sizable bounty. It's similar to the situation we see with Rachel, where she can't have a normal life because she killed someone in her trigger and her identity is public, but on a much much larger scale.

I think the guilt ate at her so fucking bad at first. She killed her dad, her friends, her sister, her mother, countless others, and as much as it wasn't her fault she's still the one that did it. There's no way she doesn't blame herself for what happened, but when does she even have time to mourn? She's fled to a desert, she's gotta be struggling with food and water, and she's being hounded at every turn by people who want her dead. What's she supposed to do, let them kill her so she can atone for what she did or something?

I just love what a tragic backstory this is. She's one of the most horrible people we meet in canon, and I don't think it's unreasonable to say she has one of the highest body counts on Earth Bet, but she started as someone innocent and desperately trying to survive. And as much as I love this backstory and will defend to the death that she did nothing wrong at this point, it doesn't excuse who she becomes.

Shatterbird laughed.  “There’s only two ways to recover from something of that magnitude, to deal with the fact that you inadvertently killed thousands and thousands of people, and hospitalized twice that many.  You break, or you become it.”

(quote is from the missing interlude)

This is the quote that puts her entire character in a nutshell. The biggest question to me is... when did she become it? She implies in that interlude that it was rather quick, and that she went to Britain so she could hit a big target, but the Tattletale clone calls this out as a lie. She was running, the desert that she'd been in for months was unbearably loud with all that sand, and I think she was sick of living on the run. She wanted society, structure, something to make her feel human. I think she's full of shit saying she went there to destroy it, some accident or desperate confrontation occurred (timeline fits well enough for it to be a result of the Simurgh's attack, but that's just one possibility) and she broke London just as bad as she broke Dubai. What do you even do from there? Any slim hope of clearing her name is gone, she just has to keep running and try to ignore the guilt. And she ran to America, where the Slaughterhouse Nine found her.

The recruiting of people by the Slaughterhouse Nine fascinates me, because most are unwilling to join at first. Unfortunately the alternative is to die. No one in Brockton Bay was jumping to be the lucky winner, and the only people we know nominated themselves are Cherish and I think Siberian. Shatterbird (ever notice how she's the only S9 member with no canon first name? drives me nuts) was dragged into the recruitment process with no say in the matter just like most everyone is. Someone in the Nine found her, thought she would be a good fit because of London and Dubai (and how would that feel, to have someone on the S9 see you as just as bad as them?) and even if she explains that was on accident... what does it matter? It never matters that it was an accident. It never will matter. It's just something that she can tell herself to keep her sane.

So she's doing the fun little tests, I'm actually very curious how she altered herself for Mannequin's since he always does the same test, she's a very vain person, but that's off topic. Atrocities, horrors, being hunted by the Siberian, and suddenly she's at the end. Her and someone else.

“That’s not really a test,” Shatterbird spoke, “There hasn’t been a round of testing since I joined the group where we didn’t whittle it down to one candidate.” “We could forego the final test, pitting them against one another.” Shatterbird turned to him, “Ah.  But, again, the last test where we had to go that far was… mine?”

And she kills them. Dubai, London, those were accidents. This was on purpose, maybe even the first time she's done it on purpose. She could either break and decide she couldn't live with herself as a member of the nine, or she could just as horrible as everyone sees her. All her choices were rigged, there was never much of an opportunity to get better since so many paths closed off to her, but she voluntarily chooses to get worse. What's the point in holding on to the fact that it wasn't her fault at the beginning? She's never escaping what she did, so she'll become the monster everyone sees her as. You break, or you become it.

And there's not much of the more sympathetic side of Shatterbird in canon (partly because her backstory chapter was removed). She's fully embraced herself as a mass murderer. She revels in the attention, the fear. She parrots Jack's philosophy as a way to feel better about what she's doing, and eventually she doesn't need to feel better because she enjoys who she is now.

I don't know, I rambled for a while there but it boils down to me being fascinated by the circumstances of her gaining powers, and the shift from innocent but hated/feared to making damn sure that fear is justified.

Ok, so moving on from the backstory analysis, other miscellaneous details. Fuck it, I'm putting every thought I have on Shatterbird in this post.

She's the Nine's primary recruiter! Woo, good for her. Notably, she recruits Burnscar. Mimi is in a similar position to Shatterbird's past self with the whole involuntary mass destruction, although on a lesser scale (it'll always be on a lesser scale, Shatterbird has the worst trigger event out there in terms of consequences and she didn't even trigger). Mimi was on the streets and trying not to use her power, and Shatterbird scooped her up into the Nine.

“I- before I knew it, the Slaughterhouse Nine had found me.  Shatterbird recruited me.  And now I’m stuck.  I’m trapped.  You know there’s a kill order out on me?  If I try to quit, either the Nine or the cops will off me.  So I keep going, I work for them, and it all just gets worse.”

It's a situation Shatterbird can very likely relate to, but she's perpetuating it and making Mimi suffer like she did. No sympathy, no helping someone get through it and avoid the pitfalls she fell into, she's dragging other people down with her like a crab in a pot. Worth noting that I believe she's still bitter about the hand she was dealt even if she's embraced where it led her to, she remembers how horrible it was to be forced into everything and she does not care if she inflicts it on others.

But if someone else willingly joins the Nine, she takes it personally. Cherie says Shatterbird hates her, and that's because Cherie chooses the life Shatterbird was locked into. She's bitter that she never had that choice, and so she makes sure Cherie understands what it's like by chasing her for days for her test, not allowing any rest or sleep. However, this could also simply because Cherie sucks and is an unpleasant person to talk to, and Shatterbird is stuck-up.

Another thing I like is Shatterbird's appearance of knowledge and elegance. She's trying to appear put together, confident, in-control, and to be fair she does a pretty good job, her costume and theming are great. But under that is someone violent and angry, she's keeping up appearances to everyone else but also to herself. The fact that she's always trying to keep up appearances, even when locked in a room and doomed to die with one Witness (haha get it) she's trying to make it look like she was calm and in control when her body is found, is what 100% convinces me exploding Britain was an accident. The Tattletale clone calls her out, and to me it seems like another attempt to seem in control by framing it as deliberate.

Anyway, my attempts to woobify a mass murderer aside, I also like that she was a spoiled rich kid before all this and her prim asshole attitude points to that. She quotes Edgar Allen Poe, she reads because it makes her feel better than others, she's just so pretentious and unpleasant and to be clear I love this as a character trait, it's fun and leads to her speaking in overdramatic ways.

“Then you should know, nearly-Tattletale, that I’ve spent too long in the company of monsters to be scared by words.”

She thinks she was soooo cool saying that.

I also want to look at the last few weeks of her life. She spends so much effort propping herself up as great and in control, only to be locked in a box and puppeted around against her will. Genuinely I cannot think of anything more humiliating and agonizing for her to endure. She has nothing to do but think as she's used as a marionette.

She had a long time to reflect on her life, to look back at how she got here and what she regrets.

But I think she spent it stewing in her rage, itching and planning to get violent revenge and keep hurting others to be respected. She's unwilling and unable to go back, she'll double down on this forever because this is who she is now. And because 99% of characterization for Shatterbird isn't in Worm anyway, I may as well toss in this minor AU summary by Wildbow. If she escaped, she would have started her own version of the Nine with Damsel of Distress and Trickster. There is nothing left to sympathize with or redeem Shatterbird by the time we see her in canon, she's simply past that point. Side note but Shatterbird + Damsel of Distress + Trickster as a team is perhaps the funniest combo ever and I really wish those 3 fuckers got to interact in canon. Weirdo assholes who dress up fancy and have a taste for theatrics as a murder crew, we were robbed.

I could analyze the Hookwolf interlude but I don't want to. I'm very annoyed that Shatterbird (still no first name) is the only member of the Nine to lose the fight against her recruit instead of appearing terrifying and unstoppable. How come Burnscar can solo Faultline's crew but 3 nazis can take out Shatterbird, who has way more experience? It's pretty uncomfortable to have the only member of the Nine who isn't white be the one that loses to nazis, while one calls her a slur in his internal monologue, in the interludes where everyone else on her team is introduced as a force of nature. I think we should just collectively agree to make this interlude not canon and un-retcon the Witness interlude. While I'm on the topic it's also a bit questionable to have Sophia and Shatterbird (no first name. I am annoyed by this) as the only named capes puppeted by Regent?

But that's not the topic I wanna explore. The topic is that Shatterbird is a great character and I wish that she had depth in the story itself rather than scattered through 20 different sources, because she's legitimately my favorite non-undersider in the story. There is a lot of potential to explore her, one could interpret her backstory in a less charitable way than I did just for an example, and I really think she's neat! She takes hurting someone in an accident and then becoming the monster people see her as, something we see a few times throughout worm, to its ultimate conclusion in terms of scale. That alongside her outer layer of intellectualism and pretentiousness, which I'm a massive sucker for as a trait, and she's just perfect. Did nothing wrong (citation needed). I love her and I do hope that at least some of the stuff written her makes someone appreciate her character more.

Ok! That was... 2.2k words about Shatterbird (no first name). Woo! If some stuff seems inconsistent between paragraphs here, it's probably because I wrote this in chunks over the course of a few weeks and my feelings at the time can influence my interpretation of things and my writing to feel different when read all at once and compared. If you think I'm woobifying her too much, cool. I think it makes her more compelling to examine how much we know was her fault and how much she shouldn't be blamed for, and making her have less agency makes her more tragic which I always like. If you actually read this to the end, thank you! Have a nice day!

[spotaus]

New Age au (og drabble)

Finally gave up trying to post this on my phone and I'm doing it from my computer >:(

Don't mind if this post seems outdated compared to any other lore you've seen, this is the very very very first version of this au that I wrote up in my drafts before making the first post about it here lol- It's inspired by @ancha-aus Real Age AU, and is buried in my bajillion insane Fantasy thoughts. (Knight AU basically, Nightmare is a king, usurped to twin thru prophecy stuff, hired on several murderers + outcasts as his elite group of knights.)

This is all un-edited and un-reviewed, best of luck! (I also lost 90% of the italics I added, unfortunately)

(@papiliovolens too btw! Hi!)

   Oh. Oh.

   The feeling that sloughed through Nightmare's body was one that was foreign and uncomfortable. The sound you get when you walk with a pail of water and it sloshes and slams around inside no matter how carefully you walk? Yeah, that was happening to him. 

   His magic felt like all at once it sloshed to the front of his ribcage, then back again as he recoiled. 

   He was training now. Pinned between his knights as they slashed and charged at him. He always loved to enrich them with fast-paced work outs like today. The task was to try and incapacitate him, and he'd planned to tire them out for a while longer. 

   Now, though? He felt sick to his stomach and his vision doubled as he slid out of the way of Killer's blade. He was trying to keep it together, his movements still confident, but hell was it going to shit quickly. He'd never felt a drain like this. 

   As he nimbly moved out of the way of Cross, he noticed they were corralling him. 

   He wondered if this would pass. If he could finish out their training session without giving away just how horribly off-put he felt. Just how unbalanced he was becoming. 

   And yet when he ducked to evade a magic attack from Dust and nearly slammed directly into Horror's broad chest, he realized he was... not right. He was addled, and his senses were dulling. He was grasping at straws trying to identify the magical signatures of his team. 

   Nothing. It was just as bad as being blind. 

   He spun away again, facing his entire team as he caught sight of them. They were having fun. They were enjoying themselves, focused and invested. He hated to cut that off so soon. 

   Nightmare stood tall, opening his mouth to announce a hault, when... 

   He threw up. 

   Not... not in the way most living creatures do. It wasn't bile or mucus or digested food that flooded from his mouth, but instead all at once his magic seemed to erupt. 

   It clogged his throat, and he reached up for his jaws as it flooded out of him. He hunched a bit, only barely catching the surprise enter the expressions of his team as he stared back at them in shock. In disgust at himself. 

   Then his knees gave out. All at once, sense flooded from his mind and he slammed to the ground, his knees and elbows taking the brunt of his weight, joints jolting painfully as his good eye centered in on the ground. Where his magic was pooling and slipping away from him. Down into the cracks in the stone and the mat beneath him. 

   He trembled there, unable to bring himself to move. To try and hold it in. He couldn't breathe, it was just a flow of his magic like someone was tearing it out of his very core. Siphoning it like a straw. 

   He saw a shadow cast over his view, he heard scuffles. The voices were there, but the feeling of losing his grasp on his magic was too overwhelming. He couldn't make anything out past his out soul beating like a drum in his chest. He was losing it. Something. A part of himself. 

   Then a touch. A contact with his back. 

   Not through the protective veil of his magic, not through the sensation of transmitted contact. A thin fabric held him apart from the bony hand that so gently rested along his spine. 

   He gagged on the magic, seeing as it started coming in spurts. He... did not like that sensation. The gasping and the choking as it continued to rise from his core. 

   In a fit of shaking strength, Nightmare forced his body to move. He caught sight of pearly white bones exposed on his hands when he moved them out of the pile of sludge. He weakly shoved himself towards where he thought the hand was from, and collided with a large body. Someone's side. They were knelt. 

   He pressed his back to them as he continued to heave, and the presence drew closer, almost around him. An arm now covered his back, leather pressing heavily into his weak bones. It didn't matter if it hurt, because it made the heaving less horrifying. 

   It felt like an eternity of agony as the last of his magic dripped out of his throat and onto the ground. 

   His chest hurt, his neck hurt, and jaw hurt. His knees ached from the mat and his entire body still shook. He wasn't sure what to do with himself. Why had that happened? 

   He couldn't feel his team.... his team! 

   Nightmare's head shot up. His breathing was ragged, and he surely would've fallen over had he not been so heavily supported by that body. 

   Horror. 

   Horror was the one who was supporting him upright. Who was staring at him, brow furrowed and silent. Who seemed deeply perturbed by what he saw. 

    Past him, Nightmare could see the others. Cross, Dust, and Killer. They all seemed poised, ready to attack an unknown threat. Their backs were to him. The training room was utterly empty. 

   "M'lord?" Horror muttered in question, almost hesitant. 

   Nightmare stared up at him a few more seconds. His mind was chugging through what had happened, trying desperately to come up with a solution. 

   "Stand down." Nightmare ordered. Though, it felt like a squeak compared to his usual deep tone. His voice had lost any bit it might've held not ten minutes prior. 

   At the order, the other three whipped around and observed Nightmare. 

   Cross seemed reproachful. He looked to the others. He was the newest, probably wondered if they'd seen this before. 

   Dust only really turned a bit. A glance from the corner of his eye. Evidently he wanted to stay vigil. 

   Then there was Killer, who immediately dropped to his knees in a kneel to examine Night more closely. 

   "Lord, are you hurt?" Killer asked. 

   He was the first of them, and knew Nightmare best. 

   Nightmare stared at Killer. He was so earnest and loyal. 

   "I... the apples of the prophecy have revoked their magic. I am... I am weakened." He admitted loosely, staring at Killer. He felt empty.

   Killer frowned, his brow furrowing. "May I check you, Lord?" He questioned then. 

   Nightmare nodded. 

   The feeling of magic flowing through his body was not invasive nor unwelcome. It combed his very being, before revealing itself in script before Killer. 

   Nightmare

   The prophecy will not be delayed. His title may now be challenged. 

   Nightmare winced as Killer seemed to hunch even more down, closer to the ground. "If someone can reach my soul, they become holder of the prophecy. I- Dream will know. He'll come for me." He croaked. "Everyone will come." He added, suddenly feeling a terror strike into his soul as Killer raised his dark sockets to stare at Nightmare. 

   Killer hardly moved his hand, and Nightmare felt a second-wind sweep him up. A rush of adrenaline. Some wild jackrabbit just woke up in his soul and realized with a blood-chilling terror that it was surrounded by dingo.

   He thrust himself out from under Horror's arm before the knight could think to constrict him, and caught himself on his feet. 

   Killer's gaze trailed him. As did Horror's as he seemed surprised. 

   Dust stood perfectly still as he went stumbling backwards. And Cross? Well Cross was- 

   Nightmare wasn't sure what came over him when he felt arms around his sides. He was hoisted off the ground, he recognized the technique, it was Cross. 

   "Cross, release me!" He ordered, bis voice weak and panicked. Some part of him knew Cross wouldn't do it. He knew he'd be delivered to Killer and Killer would carve out his soul. 

   He was carried back to the group of nights, then forced to the ground, Cross holding him in place firmly, right where Killer and Horror were still sat. 

   His vision- it was growing blurry with tears. His composure completely broken at the aspect of being killed so soon. 

   "Killer, please don't."  He pleaded, seeing the skeleton draw closer. 

   Killer seemed to frown, "Lord, have some faith in us. We'd never let anything happen to you." Killer said, sounding unimpressed. 

   He raised his hands, and gently laid them against Night's neck. 

   Warm, soothing magic coated the tight injury, and Nightmare tried to resist the temptation to squirm in Cross' grip as it eased his ailment if only slightly. 

   "Your soul's beating so hard I can hear it from here. Breathe." He ordered then. 

   Nightmare took gasping breaths, slowly, very slowly, trying to calm himself. Of course they wouldn't hurt him. These were his knights. He just... he hasn't been so weak in years. Why did he... why did he panic like that? Why... was he so scared still? 

   He didn't open his socket, his good one, for a minute. He let the ebbing race of his soul calm. He tried to remember that he was the one who taught Cross this hold. A non-lethal hold, one which didn't risk harming the target. He tried to relax, to go limp in the hold, but he couldn't. He was still shaking. 

   He kept breathing. And breathing. He'd trained all of them to go for the kill, none of them enjoyed toying with their prey. They would not kill him. 

   "I apologize. I- I don't know-" He tried to speak, only to choke up again as he tried to open his eye. His body just felt so heavy, and so, so abysmally empty. 

   He squinted at the group. 

   "He hasn't stopped shaking." He heard Cross report unabashedly from behind him. 

   Horror stared for a brief moment, before he sighed. "Magic loss. I can hardly feel his aura, he has to be drained all to hell right now. Running on fumes." Horror announced solemnly, his big red eyelight focusing on Cross. 

   He knew Horror was right. He didn't know why it hadn't occurred sooner. His form was reacting poorly to the loss of a godly amount of power. Of course he was afraid and vulnerable. 

   "Mm. What did he usually do to help me? Soup and bed-rest?" That was Dust, his grumbling tone barely scraping Night's ears. 

   Killer and Horror looked to eachother in agreement, nodding. 

   "Lord, I'm going to assume you're delusional and exhausted from magic loss right now, so I'm not taking the tears personally." Killer voiced then, looking to Nightmare. "Cross and Dust are going to escort you to your quarters, Horror is going to bring your dinner, and I'm going to go triple check that this place is on lock-down." 

   Nightmare stared at him with a wide eye, and it took him several seconds to realize that Killer was waiting for something. 

   "P- permission granted." He muttered, and Killer nodded and raised from his knees to stand. 

   Horror followed him, and Cross took a few moments before he eased Nightmare onto his feet. He realized only then that he was barely Cross' height. Barely tall enough to look him in the eyes. 

   He still shook like a newborn fawn, but felt less weak. Cross offered his hand awkwardly. Nightmare noticed he was avoiding his gaze. 

   Horror and Killer were far out of the room by the time Nightmare could muster a standing position. His cloak was far too long for him now, and he hastily bundled the edges up into a bunch before tightening his belt into them. Dust helped him with the clasp, his hands still too shakey. 

   He pulled up his hood, and gripping Cross like a lifeline, the trio left the training room and headed towards Nightmare's quarters. He was a weak, weak man, he realized. Fragile. Once a servant was turning a corner away, no doubt spooked by Dust, and Nightmare nearly fled out of fear. 

   They opened and closed the doors, revealing the darker room. Cross led Nightmare to his bed and gently helped him out of his training wear, only leaving him in the simple under-clothes, which still seemed to hang off of him. 

   He eased into his bed, and he wanted to say something to Cross as he dutifully fluffed Nightnare's pillows, but he could muster nothing. He couldn't bring himself to- no...

   "Cross?" His voice was a bit stronger again. It hurt less to speak. No doubt Killer's magic settling in. 

   The knight seemed to jolt a bit, looking to Nightmare. Nightmare slunk back under his gaze, unable to withhold the reflexive recoil. 

   "I- Thank you, for disobeying orders." He managed, "I could've hurt myself in my frenzy. You made the right call." He admitted, before swiftly turning his head away. 

   Cross seemed silent for a moment, hesitating at the bedside. 

   "You always said if you fell ill that Killer would be in charge. I just figured this was one of those instances and did as he ordered." Cross reported, his voice meek as well. He seemed to be taking Nightmate's sudden decrease in magic just as hard as the tyrant himself. 

   Nightmare nodded a bit. In agreement. In acknowledgement. Of course Cross would never disobey him on his own whim. Cross had always been a soldier. 

   The room grew still in the wake of the words, and Nightmare felt himself sink a bit easier into his pillows. 

   Cross stationed himself by the door, and Dust settled at the foot of Nightmare's bed, using the trunk sat there as a seat. He'd done it before in the past, and Nightmare had never noticed how defensive of a position it was until that moment. He felt... secure. Like he always did with his knights. 

.

   Horror returned with a meal within the hour, gently awakening Night from his dazed half-sleep which had nearly consumed him. His sockets were heavy when he sat up to take the plate onto his lap. 

   It was a nice cut of meat, and a drink he was almost positive was plain water, with what looked to be fresh plants from the gardens.

   Horror had handed over the utensils, and stood idly near to Dust as Nightmare worked his way through the food. He'd never had a large appetite before, not even as a boy. Now he had devoured everything on his plate, and felt sick for it. 

   It seemed to please Horror, though. As Night discarded the plate to his nightstand, Horror had turned his head and smiled at him. He hardly had the strength to nod back in approval. 

.

   Night had fallen asleep mere minutes after he finished his meal, sinking back into his pillows with a soft repose. Horror had stood and pulled his covers up a bit further. Nightmare was a lot smaller, now. The linens drowned him, and the his bed felt all too large. His frame seemed fragile. Dwarfed in the expanse. 

   It wasn't until Killer entered that anyone spoke. Nightmare had drilled it into them that Killer was the one in charge if anything weren't wrong. 

   "Everything's secure, all the guards know to be on alert." He reported to the other three. His gaze only lingered on Nightmare for a few seconds before his shoulders sagged. "How are we feeling about Nightmare? Does it look like he was right? Prophecy privileges revoked?" He asked quietly, though he could see with his own eyes just how obvious it must've been. Nightmare was small, and frail, and his skull was covered in cracks. 

   Dust hummed, "No sign of his usual aura. Seems like he's going to be okay, though." He reported evenly. Killer didn't need to look to know the others were also looking at their King. Exhausted, tucked soundly into bed. 

   "Surely he can't continue his duties like this. I mean... we scared him. Us." Cross piped up from the door. It seemed he still hadn't recovered from his own apprehension. Killer had seen the hurt in his face when Nightmare had been so afraid. 

   Killer scoffed, "To be fair, I think that's the normal reaction to seeing us, Cross." He teased, "But no, you're right. Even if he's more calm when he wakes up, we shouldn't let news spread of this... change. It would put him in danger." Killer lamented a bit, and heard the others all give grunts of agreement. 

   Horror shifted onto his feet, "We'll have to keep close to him. He seems... younger. I don't like the idea of leaving him alone when there might be threats." Horror had been raised on the outskirts, he was always sensitive to young people. When Cross had joined them, he'd lingered around him so often Cross was sure Horror wanted him gone. 

   The big guy was just trying to make Cross more comfortable was all. 

   Killer tapped at his thigh as he stood there, "We'll take shifts, then. Assume we treat this as an illness for now, follow his protocol, and once he's feeling better we can decide if he's still fit enough to, y'know, order us around." Killer said to the group, though there wasn't going to be fuss either way. Killer was always the one they'd trust next after Night. It was only right. They'd all trust Killer with their lives. 

   They all seemed to silently debate. 

   "I'll take first shift. I was going easy during training, so I'll stay up tonight." Dust finally chimed. 

   Killer agreed, and the others, after some hesitation, ushered out of their king's room and out into the halls. 

   Cross said he'd go back and train some more on his own, Horror said he was going to go get food for himself and Dust. Killer was going to go reschedule all of Night's meetings for other times or assign them to advisors. They all had things to do, and it felt strange to know their King was now not who they once knew. The fear in his eyelight had been the same fear they saw when they got injured, or sick, or hurt. They never expected to cause that fear to the man who had earned their full trust. 

[frvnkcastles]

YOU CAN LET IT GO ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: You have never really been treated right, not until Frank comes along. He makes it his mission to show you love the best he can.

Warnings: She/her pronouns and feminine nicknames used, implied PTSD, past trauma, language

Word count: 2.3k

Author’s note: This is straight outta my life lmaoo, I suppose at this point I’m just writing for the traumatized girlies. I wish Frank was real :(

Frank didn’t find himself all that charming or special. His goal in life for the longest time had been to put down bad people, to a point where he couldn’t remember what it was like to have something else to get out of bed for. He hardly considered himself to be relationship material, and he damn sure did not plan on meeting someone and actually trying to be a person again rather than just a weapon.

And then, as the cliché goes, you came along. You didn’t think you were all that charming or special, either. He noticed that quickly. But you certainly thought so of one another — all of a sudden, he did have something to look forward to at the end of his long days, he had something to hold onto when the nightmares and the darkness in his head got a little too suffocating.

There, then, was his new goal. To offer the same to you, to help you hold on in the horrible, awful, no-good world that somehow had allowed you to cross paths and seek shelter in each other.

Most days, it was just existing by each other’s side. Other days were cruel and unkind and in need of some additional love.

”Here you go, sweetheart”, he spoke lowly while offering you a spoon for your tea, and with a smile, you accepted and proceeded to stir in your sugar. Late night stops at your favorite diner had become a habit, not to mention a release for the both of you, and a way to just spend time and breathe each other in. In here, nothing else existed but him and you.

Or at the very least, that was how it was supposed to be. Then, out of sheer stupid luck, you reached for a napkin and knocked the mug over, all of the contents spilling across the table and making their way to Frank’s lap in a quick pour. He jerked backwards in his seat, startled, and you were yanked into a state of complete panic as you began grabbing at the napkins and dabbing at the table.

”Oh, Christ, I’m so sorry, Frankie”, you huffed. ”Fuck, I don’t know what happened. I’m really sorry, hold on— take these… I’m so sorry”, you continued rambling, your hands beginning to tremble as more apologies hung in the air.

For a moment, Frank was taking the napkins as you gave them and trying to get the tea out of his jeans, but when you didn’t quiet down, he looked up at you and saw the genuine terror all over your face. You were shaking and not too many moments away from breaking into tears, but he could tell you were fighting the urge as hard as you could.

”Hey”, he grunted, stopping his ministrations only for you to keep feeding him more and more napkins. ”Baby”, he emphasized, and at that, you froze, looking up at him with your chest rising and falling rapidly from the urgent breaths threatening to tilt into a panic attack.

”It’s alright, sweetheart. It ain’t the end of the world”, he promised, tilting his head at you to look at you better when you tried to look away from him. ”Hey”, he repeated, ”I’m good. Don’t you worry ’bout me.”

You tried to take his gruff voice seriously, believe his words, but when you glanced over your shoulder and saw the few other people in the diner looking your way and whispering to each other, your stomach made a nauseating backflip.

”Don’t focus on them. Focus on me”, Frank spoke up, ever observant, and reluctantly, you turned back to him and he nodded at you. ”Attagirl. Feel ya driftin’ away but I need ya to stay with me”, he pleaded with a stern but loving tone, his eyes glued on you when you slowly started breathing easier.

”I didn’t mean to”, you whispered, your voice so fragile it could have broken under the weight of your words.

Reaching for your hands, Frank gently caressed the skin with his thumbs and held you tight. ”I know, baby. I know you didn’t. I ain’t upset. No one is upset. Aight?” he promised softly, giving you a small smile to reassure you.

With a deep inhale, you nodded and returned the smile. Maybe he did mean it. And maybe, you could believe it.

It had been the first time you had nearly broken down in such a manner in front of him, but it certainly wasn’t the last. Slowly but surely, Frank figured out that someone hadn’t treated you right in the past and whatever had happened then, was still bleeding into the now. Instead of running away like you thought he might, however, he clung onto you even tighter.

If you could love him despite everything… he wasn’t going to let your difficulty to let yourself be loved stand in his way.

He could still vividly remember the time you finally opened up to him. You told him about the abuse you had endured, the ridicule and neglect that had been shot at you, and he didn’t have it in him to not cry. Quietly, but the tears filled his eyes, nonetheless. His trigger finger itched terribly and all of a sudden, his list of people to maim and kill had gotten that much longer.

But the part that got him? You tried to comfort him.

”I know it’s a lot to take in. Are you okay? Do you need anything?” you queried with a frown, your hand landing on Frank’s knee as you ached to wipe his tears away. ”It could be worse. Having you has really helped”, you added with a weak smile, trying to reassure him that you weren’t in a pit as dark as you had been before.

”Sweetheart, you’re killin’ me”, he whispered, leaning forward to place a hand on the back of your head and pull you in to kiss your forehead. ”Are you okay? This got nothin’ to do with me right now. I wanna take care of you”, Frank insisted, and with a soft sniffle, you shrugged.

”No one’s ever really said that to me”, you exhaled shakily, and with an angry huff at everyone who had ever wronged you, Frank reeled you into his arms and hugged you tight. Tighter than you had ever been hugged.

And Christ, he did not want to let go.

It wasn’t always sad, though. The two of you had more than enough happy moments — in fact, ever since you had huddled up together, you had both been happier than without each other.

Sometimes, you’d be watching a movie or a game on TV and in your excitement, you’d laugh out loud or cheer in a way that had Frank’s lips curving upwards. You seemed so free of worries, invested in the moment, and it filled his heart with something warm and fuzzy. But, more often than not, you surprised even yourself with how loud you were being, and it never took you that long to turn to Frank with a frown and apologize.

”Sorry. I’ll be more quiet”, you’d whisper, shifting uncomfortably on your side of the couch, pulling into yourself as much as you could.

Frank, on the other hand, always made sure to squash any anxiety you had. ”Baby, you be as loud as you fuckin’ want. I goddamn love seein’ you so excited and giddy. Cute as fuck, ’s what you are”, he’d insist, always knowing exactly what to say, his eyebrows knitted together but his mouth turned into a genuine smile.

And when you’d smile back at him, sheepish but grateful for what he had said, he could never resist peppering you with kisses to make you giggle and break out of your shell, once more.

You truly became braver with his help, found your footing in your developing relationship, and it was more clear to him than ever when you came home one day, a shy smile on your face and something curious twinkling in your eyes.

”I got you something”, you mumbled after he had pulled you into a kiss as a greeting, holding you against the countertops in your kitchen while you made sure to balance your hands behind your back to avoid spoiling the surprise.

Tilting his head at you, Frank chuckled. ”Yeah? I get to know what it is?” he wondered with a lick of his lips, and with your smile widening into a mischievous smirk, you revealed your present to him.

At the sight of a black snowglobe with a miniature Punisher inside the shiny glass, Frank broke into a grin of his own. You had spotted different vigilante-adorned snow globes in a bodega near your apartment building, and as soon as you had shaken the artificial snowflakes onto the gun-toting figure, you had chuckled to yourself and dug out your wallet.

”Do you like it?” you asked carefully, hoping that you hadn’t crossed a line, and without hesitation, Frank took the globe from your nimble fingers and shook it to make the snow fall.

”Kiddin’ me? I love it. I’mma take real good care of it”, he promised before placing a finger on your jaw and tilting your head up so he could kiss you, slow and deep. ”Thank you, baby”, he muttered against your lips, giving one more brief peck before pulling away and observing his new ornament a little closer.

”Really?” you questioned once more, joy spreading over your face as you nervously watched him, hesitating to believe someone would be so sincerely appreciative of what you had gotten them.

With a nod, Frank threw an arm over your shoulders and squeezed you close to his chest. ”Swear on my life, sweetheart. Think it would look good on the truck’s dashboard?”

You were now thinking back to that exchange, deep in your own mind while the hum of the radio kept company to the two of you. Frank’s warm hand was interlocked with yours, his eyes on the road while yours remained on the glued snowglobe right where he had planned on putting it. A small smile touched upon your lips, and with a deep exhale, you turned to face Frank whose features were contorted in a familiar scowl. Only when he glanced at you, his eyes softened and a playful smirk appeared in place of his usual grimace.

”We’re here”, he spoke up, his low voice sending a shiver down your spine as you turned to look where his finger was pointing. Through the windshield, you could see the restaurant you had been dreaming about for months now — the only thing was, it was quite expensive and fancy settings were hardly your favorite. But you had told Frank that with him, you’d feel safe.

Turning back to him with wide eyes and an agape mouth, you watched him steer the car into the parking lot with effortless movements. ”Here? What—what are we doing here?” you wondered, not sure if you could believe your eyes.

”Well”, Frank began after stopping the car, ”it’s your birthday tomorrow, darlin’. But I remember you tellin’ me that surprises on the day make you anxious, ’cause there’s no tellin’ if one’s comin’ or if people just forgot.”

All you could do was stare. He remembered that?

”I didn’t forget. But I figured you’d be more comfortable if we got the big surprise out of the way. So, uh, a few months ago I made a reservation for this place just for your special day”, he explained, and slowly, you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to bite down and stop the tears from escaping your eyes.

”Don’t get me wron’, I ain’t skippin’ on all the love tomorrow. I’mma make sure my girl is spoiled”, he broke into a grin, only for it to soften into an almost nervous smile. ”Does that sound okay with you, sweetheart?”

You sniffled, and for a second concern gleamed over his eyes. But then you spoke up, your lip wobbling and tears inevitably sliding down your cheeks. ”You remembered”, you whispered, and you sounded so, so sincerely surprised that Frank felt a punch to his heart.

”Honey, ’course I remembered”, he frowned, taking your hand in one of his own and using the free one to reach for your cheeks and wipe your tears away softly. ”I remember, aight? I remember the way you take your tea. Your favorite flowers. Which shirt o’mine you love to steal. Which nail polish you wear the most often. What you hate having in your burgers. What you’d name your dog if you got one. Which shirt you hate on yourself, even though you look gorgeous…”, he trailed off, licking his lips and leaning in closer so he could look you in the eyes, lifting your chin up for him to do so.

”I love you, don’t you know?” he muttered, and with a fervent nod, you jumped in to reassure him.

”I don’t doubt you, I’m just… not used to it. But it feels really nice to not be the only one putting in an effort”, you cracked a smile, instantly causing Frank to mirror the expression. ”I love you, Frank.”

”Attagirl”, he whispered, leaving a kiss on your forehead before brushing your tears away with his thumb and sighing. ”Feel like eatin’ a fuckton of expensive food, huh?” he wondered then, and when you nodded, he flashed a grin.

A part of you wanted to be prepared for the worst, to expect the other shoe to drop. Sure, things were good now, but what about tomorrow? What about a week from now? A month, two months?

But for the first time in a long time, he made it so that you didn’t feel worry or anguish over being treated with love and care. For the first time, you could just revel in it and know with your whole heart that he meant every bit of it.

[andreas-river]

Would you be open to a Reader who is having a panic attack due to Anxiety and König (who is a stranger to them) happens to be there to help calm them down? I would love to read how you would set up the scene <3

König X GN!Reader

Words count: approx. 1k.

A/N: Apparently I received two identical requests - I don't know whether from the same person or two different ones, but here they are. Sorry it took me so long, but I had another writer's block, but I think I am satisfied with this one. Enjoy!

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, description of panick attack, mention of death, fluff, good ending, no body descriprion so gn!reader.

Disclaimer: I can'y say this enough: if you are experiencing this, seek help: it's not easy to deal with this alone. Talk to a friend or to someone you trust: it will get better, trust me.

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It was not the first time a mission had gone wrong: you had seen deep wounds many times, had been too close to death and had touched those lifeless bodies with your own hands.

But as soon as your boots touched the ground of the base, everything came flooding back into you, the earth disappearing beneath you, leaving you alone, floating in the void of your mind.

You knew what was happening to you, but your mind was running wildly, giving you no time to stop, to think of an escape plan that would allow you to send away the thousand thoughts crowding your head. Even though your body threatened to give out under your weight, you made your way through the corridors of the base with unsteady steps, looking for a corner where you could hide; you didn't care that all your equipment was still on you.

Flashes of images flashed through the memories of the past with the one person you cared about more than anyone else, and now his body was locked in a black body bag, the only reason you had signed up was so that you could escape the horrible life you had grown up in.

She was your best friend, the closest one you ever had.

You had not expected to be alone so soon: you had not been able to get close to anyone else, and everyone else seemed too unreachable now. The pain tore you open from the inside, leaving no room for anything from the outside.

One of the base courtyards was completely empty; no one went out at this late hour.

You tried to control your breathing, counting each time you inhaled and exhaled, but you kept losing count, forgetting each attempt. Your heart seemed to want to jump out of your chest from how hard and fast it was beating, the burning in your chest increasing exponentially with each breath you took.

You can't remember how many years ago you had your last panic attack, but this one had returned with the force of a tidal wave, hitting you full force and leaving you weak and helpless in front of the storm inside of you.

The sound of footsteps behind you did not help you to return to reality, and it was impossible to stop the tears and sobs that were now uncontrollable.

Through eyes blurred by tears, you had been able to make out a pair of blue eyes through the holes in the mask that completely covered his face: he was sitting across from you, without saying a word or doing anything in particular.

"Sometimes it's not enough that it's sunny outside, is it?" he began to speak as your body continued to shake with sobs.

The first thing you noticed was his knees brushing against yours, bringing your body back into contact with the reality around you.

"It always seems to rain, especially on days like this," he exhaled, looking at the sky above your heads. Instinctively, you imitated him. It was already night, many clouds covered the black sky, and the stars you could see were small and far away.

"But it's not so bad, the rain I mean," you felt his words being spoken with a smile, even though his face remained covered the whole time. "Sometimes you don't even need an umbrella."

You finally manage to identify a vague German accent - maybe Austrian - and his eyes staring at you intently through the mask.

"Feeling better?"

At his words, you notice your breathing slowing to a normal rhythm, the burning in your chest completely gone, and the panic completely gone from your mind.

All that remained was a dull ache inside you that made you dizzy, but nothing else.

"Better... yes," you nod slowly, still not sure of your interior state. "How did you do that?"

"They say that distracting your mind during a panic attack helps a lot."

You nod again and stand up, followed closely by the man in front of you, who turns out to be much taller than you expected - you even had to tilt your neck to get a good look at him.

"I know what it's like to have panic attacks, and it's never been easy to deal with them when you're alone," he tells you, tilting his head to the side.

Cute.

"I'm König, by the way, they transferred us from the old base the other day. If you ever need help, you can find me in the gym, I'm often there."

You smile slightly, the weight in your chest now gone without a trace. He started to walk away, but you stopped him abruptly and made him turn back to you.

You wanted to say so many things, your mind racing again, but with different thoughts, happier, lighter than the older ones.

"Thank you."

And even though you only spoke two words, you hope that he read in them all the other things you wanted to say to him, how much you wanted to thank him for doing something you never expected a stranger to do, and that what he did for you was something you would never forget, and that you would keep that memory among the most precious ones in your heart.

Along with all future ones.

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

Watching over a little Army

Wholesome, heaven, children, chill af.

Everyone had a job to do regardless how seemingly insignificant. Pentious couldnt make his usual crafts so he made something that everyone could agree was a positive.

A little boy sat on his work bench as he prepared a few molds. The childs caretaker asked him to make some army men for their little boy.

The little frog child almost looked like Pentious in a way, but they were born a hundred years after his own death.

The child played with a tool as he waited, talking about his life, which wasnt much, he happily talked about getting a rubix cube when he was 6. He described the way he peeled the stickers off and put them back in the right places. To Pentious' slowly returned humor since his death, he chuckled at the idea of cheating on a puzzle.

Pentious looked to the little boy who asked him out of the blue,

"Did you fight in a war mister? You look like my papa, all serious and stuff. Not to be rude dude I just gotta know."

The kid was trying to be cool. It endeared Pentious just enough to get him to spill.

"Ah yes I fought in a few wars... I actually fought in one recently. But... I dont think you wanna hear about all that."

Pentious said this with shut eyes before subtly peeking to gauge the kids interest.

The little boy looked absolutely stoked and begged to know more,

"Oh my Gosh pleeeaaase tell me Sir! I wanna know! That's totally too cool to not hear about!!"

Pentious smirked and after filling some toy molds and safely setting them aside began.

"I was in Hell, and despite popular belief we had good people that needed defending. The extermination was pushed forward on us and they planned to kill us permanently."

Pentious spoke with bravado and really hammed it up for the kid who's shaking with excitement.

"Of course my good friend Charlotte, Princess of Hell, and her dearest Vagatha had planned to fight the attack. I opted to lead as a General as that's my strongest trait."

Pentious continues with even more passion,

"We fought hard as I made sure to keep an eye on the battle grounds and sky looking for openings. And I noticed we couldnt get through with Adam the first man standing in the way."

Pentious looked at the boy who was practically on the edge of his seat. Pentious continued and began to get lost in the story,

"I thought fast. I arranged for my personal soldier eggs to get in my air ship... before I boarded I gave the woman of my dreams a kiss... feels selfish a bit now..."

Pentious now remembering his death began to get a bit worked up,

"I ran to my air ship... I wanted to be remembered... my soldiers readied the canons firing them up just enough... when it was time I told them to fire..."

Pentious paused and looked to the toy molds, his little soldiers...

"I... my soldiers were hellborn.... they didnt make it like I had to heaven... we were destroyed... sometimes I almost feel like just a little it wasnt the right thing... but I know my boys were born to fight and die in battle. It's all they ever wanted to do. To fight."

Pentious leaned on a wall as the memories flooded and assaulted his senses, he only snapped out of it feeling the child hug his tail tight. He looked at the sweet boy who was crying with sympathy, he recognized this feeling from his own father. The grief and regrets one feels from war are horrible. Especially when it's all your fault someone you cared about died.

Pentious slowly calmed himself down and covered his face some to get his face back to masking a positive face.

"Its okay Sir...", the boy said.

The molded toy soldiers were finished and he had to paint them after priming them and drying them again.

Pentious worked up his brave tone again,

"Ahem... will you promise to protect these little soldiers? You'll be their General from the moment I give them to you little one."

The boy chuckled at being called little one,

"You sound like grandpa... I will Sir. I promise."

The boy saluted him and that warmed his heart,

"Good kid."

The rest of the day flew by and the boy would return tomorrow for the toys.... and the day after... and each day after. He was a good egg afterall.

[klbwriting]

Adventures In Atlantean-Sitting

Chapter 10

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Arthur is stripped of power and Orm waits to see if YN will recover

Arthur was in trouble now. Orlan had something big, he would have to if he was calling an emergency council meeting. Orm hadn’t been in contact with him for a couple days and he was worried what could have happened. Did Orlan have Orm? Had another attack happened, and Arthur didn’t know about it? He arrived at the meeting room and took his seat. The council looked annoyed and confused at the interruption to their day. And Orlan was late on top of it. He wanted a show, to make an entrance, and that irked Arthur more than anything. People were getting hurt, his brother was being set up, and this asshole wanted to put on a show.

“I am sorry to call you in on short notice,” Orlan said, sauntering into the room and taking his seat with a flourish. He looked somber, until his eyes looked at Arthur. There was joy in them. The king didn’t like it. “I am afraid I have found some more disturbing evidence of how the former king has been able to evade our king’s chosen tracker.” Arthur kept his face neutral, but his blood ran cold. Orlan produced a holodisk with an image of Orm and YN together, in the woods near her cottage. They were holding hands, the next image they were kissing.

“What is this? Who is this person?” Horvath asked. Orlan barely contained his smile.

“This YN, she is the metahuman tracker that King Arthur had out searching for Orm. It seems she found him,” Orlan said. The council turned to look at Arthur. “Your tracker seems to have betrayed you sire. What a shame that you are such a horrible judge of character.” Arthur seethed.

“I will have to contact her, see what this is about,” he said, trying to remain calm. “Perhaps this is some kind of ploy she is using to lure Orm in peacefully.” The council murmured, sounding unconvinced.

“It is clear your majesty, that she has betrayed you. What self-respecting woman would use her body to lure someone into a trap? Its unseemly,” Orlan said. Arthur knew how misogynistic that was, but Atlantis was not quite as progressive in terms of sexism as it would like to think. “This is concerning and draws one to the conclusion that perhaps our king has either, used resources to hire someone he did not fully check out before hiring, or that he himself knew of this plot and actively participated in it. I’m afraid we must vote to remove Arthur’s power from this council. Make him king in name only.”

“No, that is ridiculous,” Arthur said, but he could see it was no use. His allies had already voted him down once in this case, they would do it again. They asked him to leave the room and wait outside. Screw that, he took off, heading back to the surface. He had to find Orm, and they had to figure out a plan for what to do next.

Atlanna had been in the bedroom with YN for two hours now, slowly working the poison out of her system with tonics and medicines. Orm has already swam the lake several times, cleaned up the cottage the best he could, and baked a couple dozen of YN’s favorite cookies for if she woke up. When…not if…when she woke up. She had to wake up. He couldn’t survive the surface without her. Couldn’t survive the sea, the surface, couldn’t breathe without her. He barely registered the pounding on the door until Arthur just broke it down. Orm tackled him before he could process who it was. He was ready for Leo to come back, to bring an army with him. Orm would be ready and he would kill Leo. He landed at least two solid hits to Arthur’s face before realizing who it was. He stood up and Arthur glared at him.

“What the hell happened?” he asked. “I have been removed from the council, Orlan has almost total control all because someone tailed you two and got an image of you two kissing. Now I look like shit…”

“I don’t care what you look like! YN could be dying!” Orm yelled back. “Fuck Atlantis, let them take your power, let them hate me and curse me, let Orlan become king and nuke the surface world, I don’t care anymore! I want Leo, I want his head on a pike, if YN dies because of him, I will find his hiding place to kill him. The world will burn until I have my revenge.” Orm felt all that old rage and vengeance he used to have for Arthur rising at the very thought of Leo. Arthur was staring at him. He could see his little brother, full of anger and fear and loneliness, back again.

“What happened little brother?” Arthur asked, voice soft now. Orm didn’t even yell at him for the little brother comment, he just sat on the ground, head in his hands.

“Leo was the one who saw us, followed us. I’m not sure how long. He made himself known and YN, she took a picture of him with a weapon pointed at me, so there’s that, he’s wearing the gloves in the picture. Do with that what you will,” he said, handing Arthur the phone. “But, because she has her power I assume she thought if she touched him she could know where he was, find him. So she ran out from behind me, tried to tackle him. I don’t know if she even touched him, but he held the weapon on her and then so I wouldn’t follow him he shot her. There was poison in the shot, the same as last time.”

“Did she…?” Arthur asked.

“Mother is trying to save her now, getting the poison out of her system,” Orm answered. He felt wet on his cheeks, wiped them. He hadn’t cried much since being on the surface and he worried if he started now it wouldn’t stop.

“This poison that keeps being used, we had the weapon’s poison analyzed and the report went missing,” Arthur said. “Do you know why Orlan would do that?”

“Orlan was a plantbringer, noble through his talents at gardening and close to my father because he knew how to use the plants for medicines or poisons. He had a specific poison he used, tried to kill me with it once, that he never told anyone the ingredients for. I’m betting if that poison is in those weapons, he made sure that any proof of its existence disappeared. It would be the only thing to tie him to the attacks. The only reason mother was able to heal me was her ability with the plant life of Atlantis, she figured out an antidote,” Orm explained. Arthur nodded and smiled.

“We can use this, our mother is above reproach in Atlantis. She is the goddess queen, came back from the dead. If she can figure out the poison and we can somehow relate it back to the poison used to try and kill you, we may have our proof of Orlan being involved in the attacks. No one would dare question the righteous Queen Atlanna,” Arthur said. Orm sighed.

“There may still be a sample of the poison used on me in the evidence storage of the royal guards, or maybe a report that lists the elements in the poison, but considering you don’t have any power how are you going to get it? They would suspect you or even Mera were trying to mess with the investigation into me,” he said. Arthur sat in thought.

“Give me a day I’ll think of something,” he said. But Orm wasn’t listening. He knew every inch of that palace and the outlier buildings. He knew how to get to the evidence without anyone knowing. But Arthur didn’t need to know that.

“Alright, a day, but if she dies, I won’t wait for you to do any investigation. Leo is dead,” Orm said. Arthur nodded.

“She will be alright little brother,” Arthur said before he headed off to try and think of a plan. Orm already had one. He went back to Atlanna, told her that he needed to do something important and asked her to watch over YN until he could get back. Then he headed back to Atlantis.

[mialuna32]

I missed you, I promise - Sebastian Sallow

Word Count - 2505 words

Themes - Angst and fluff with a happy ending.

@froggoslegs

"Hi! How about post-game for Sebastian? Like, how mc accepted all that happens? :) Sweet sweet hurt comfort with a lot of hurt and dash of fluffy comfort at the end? 🙈"

Warnings - Cursing, homophobic slur, (only once though) talk of dark magic, mention of death, grieving of loved one, soft Sebastian :)

Summary - It is the beginning of another year at Hogwarts and Y/n is hoping to avoid Sebastian at all costs, as he continues grieving the loss of Professor Fig, but it seems that Sebastian Sallow has other plans.

Sebastian Sallow x Male Hufflepuff reader.

Professor Fig was a mentor.

Professor Fig was a friend.

Professor Fig was the father you never had.

But that didn't matter anymore.

He was gone.

He was gone and now you had no one.

Professor Fig probably would have assured you and say something along the lines of.

"You cannot blame yourself son. It will do you no good, things will get better, I promise."

But it didn't matter what Professor Fig would say

He was gone.

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You do not have a lot of memories of either of your parents but from what you know, both of your parents were muggles not having any knowledge of the wizarding world, or the fact that their son would become a powerful wizard.

Your father passed away from an unknown sickness before you were born and your mother died when you were 5 years old after from some sort of heart disease.

After your mothers death you were taken to live at a children's home, you spent 10 years alone in the orphanage unaware of the magic that you would soon possess.

The year of your 15th birthday, peculiar things started happening, books would begin floating, candles would suddenly light themselves and toys would move on their own. You ignored all of these occurrences in fear of being accused of witchcraft.

But one day after you had finished your schooling, you began to walk back to the children's home when suddenly someone had grabbed you from behind and pushed you into an abandoned alleyway.

When you got a good look at your attacker you noticed that there were three boys who also lived in the same children's home.

They were probably not even a year older than you.

But they were bigger.

They were stronger.

It was three against one.

You had no chance.

They started pushing you around, taunting you, saying how you're going to be burned at the stake.

They pushed you to the ground holding you down making you scream and cry.

You do not think you'll ever get their horrible words out of your mind.

Freak.

Coward.

Stupid.

Ugly.

Crybaby.

Homo.

Then all of sudden something inside you snapped and you let out a blood curdling scream that caused a powerful force to throw all three boys into the wall down to the ground.

They didn't gain any fatal injuries.

A few cuts and bruises at the most.

Fortunately for you though Professor Fig had been passing by.

He had witnessed the whole thing.

Professor Fig oblivated the boys and took you in.

Professor Fig was a remarkable human being.

He was kind.

He was loving.

He was understanding.

He was patient.

He gave you food, water, shelter and care.

He taught you everything you needed to know about magic.

He made you feel like a carefree child again.

He made you happier than you had in long time.

He was everything you ever imagined for a father.

He was everything you needed for a father.

But now he was gone.

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Losing Professor Fig had been the biggest loss of you're life.

Add on the pressure of controlling ancient magic, Rookwood and Rankrok, Lodgok's death, Anne's curse and losing two of your closest friends.

Losing him...

It was a lot to handle and sometimes you feel more alone than you did in the muggle world.

Luckily your fellow Hufflepuff and closest friend, Poppy Sweeting was not the kind of girl that would leave her friends vulnerable and alone.

Poppy owled her grandmother, Clementine Sweeting explaining to her of your situation and she immediately requested that you stay at their home.

So for the entire summer you lived with Poppy and her grandmother, you were even given your own bedroom, 3 meals a day and you and Poppy got to care for magical creatures, going on late night adventures in the forest beside Poppy's home, sleepovers in each other bedrooms.

It was the most fun you've had since you lost Professor Fig and realising that, you think that you really will be ok.

You may have had lost a father.

But you gained a sister.

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As you walk down the halls of Hogwarts, you feel yourself almost excited to finally be back, you may have lost a lot in the last year, but you have gained a family with the Sweetings, found love caring for magical creatures and finally learning how to control your ancient magic.

As long as you can avoid a certain Slytherin boy everything will be perfect.

You are so lost in your thoughts that you don't see the body coming towards you.

You bump into someone, causing you to stumble back slightly in surprise, you let out a breath of relief as you brush down your hair which you have recently begun styling with the help and advice from Clementine Sweeting.

You begin to apologise to the person that you had accidentally bumped into, when you look up and notice the dark brown eyes looking into yours.

His hand is inches from yours, as he continues to stare at you.

You bite your lip, not knowing what the other boy is going to do.

Until you feel a hand brush against yours.

And a piece of parchment is slipped into your hand.

He closes his hand around yours, tightening your grip on the piece of parchment.

He then walks off leaving you flustered and red in the face.

You then look down at the parchment that he had handed you before unrolling it and reading the messy scrawl.

Dear y/n

Please meet me in the undercroft after dinner. I wish to speak with you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Forever yours You're favourite Slytherin.

You cough trying to regain you're composure as you attempt to fix your hair once more and straighten out your uniform, before slipping the letter into you're robe pocket and continuing you're walk to the great hall.

Stupid Slytherins.

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You enter the great hall for the start of term feast, donning the vibrant black and yellow Hufflepuff robes once more.

You can't help but feel the dark gaze of a certain Slytherin following your every move.

You ignore the stare that you feel burning through you and continue walking towards the Hufflepuff table.

You sit down at the Hufflepuff table smiling kindly at Poppy and the other Hufflepuffs that you are familiar with from last year.

You talk with Poppy and discuss how you are both excited for classes to start, you are both especially looking forward to this years care of magical creatures classes.

Poppy gives you a knowing look whilst you are the middle of eating dinner. You raise your eyebrows at her in question before she giggles, leans towards you and whispers in your ear.

"A certain Slytherin boy is watching you"

You roll your eyes in exasperation before swatting her lightly on the arm.

She giggles even more and you can't help but let out a small laugh before you both go back to your dinner.

But you can still feel his stare as you continue to eat

And the letter he had slipped you before dinner, burns a hole in your pocket.

When the feast is over and everyone is dismissed to their dormitories. You tell Poppy how you need to discuss an important matter with Professor Weasley before classes begin tomorrow.

Poppy clearly knows you're lying but lets you go without complaint knowing who you're going to see.

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As you step into the undercroft you notice that nothing has changed since the last time you visited.

You smile at the multiple scorch marks on all of the walls.

You smile once again at the memory of him teaching you Confringo.

You can still smell the smoke from his robes when you were practicing the spell.

You also remember how this was one of the last happy and innocent memories that you shared together before everything that had happened.

You then notice the brunette boy with dark eyes boring into your soul, he is leaning against the stone wall in a dark corner of the undercroft with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

His Slytherin robes have been abandoned off to the side, now only wearing his school uniforms three piece suit and it somehow makes him look even more attractive than normal.

He looks you up and down, but stays silent.

You scoff to yourself before you turn on your heel and attempt to leave the undercroft before a hand wraps around your wrist and spins you forward to face him.

You let out a soft squeak.

Your face turns scarlet.

You bite your lip.

And drop your head down to stare at the ground.

He lets out a chuckle and it makes your face flush in embarrassment even more.

You suddenly feel a hand softly touch you're face as he tilts your head up towards him.

And for the first time in what seems like forever, you get a good look at him.

He has clearly gained a lot more muscle over the summer, his muscles showing through his vest top and shirt.

He has also grown over nearly a foot and half tall, and his shoulders and chest have become much broader so now his frame is towering over yours that it makes you weak in the knees.

But then you remember.

You remember the pain.

You remember how he didn't even hesitate to cast the spell.

You remember the manipulation.

You remember the hurtful words he had said to you.

You remember the evil that you saw in the eyes that used to be so comforting.

You remember the words he had shouted as he cast the spell.

You remember a body hitting the floor.

And suddenly all you want to do is scream and cry.

You have seen so much for someone so young.

You tear yourself away from him, tears building up in your eyes like they had done so that night.

He looks at you in concern but remains silent, which makes you're blood boil with anger.

"Well you wanted to talk, so talk!! I'm not stopping you.'

You hate that the first words you say to him in over a year are in anger but you suddenly can't help yourself.

The anger inside you begins taking over.

"God I really must be an idiot if I fell for another one of your tricks"

His mouth opens as if he is about to speak but closes his mouth once again, seemingly stunned by your forwardness.

You let out a pained chuckle at his reaction before you cross your arms over your chest.

"Oh wow!! it seems that I of all people have left the great and marvellous Sebastian Sallow in shock!! I'm honoured!!"

You have begun raising you're voice in anger but your facial expression does not match your words or tone as Sebastian can see the tears rolling down your face.

He lifts his hand towards your cheek to wipe away the tears, but you flinch away from him as you look at the boy in front of you.

"I-I understand that you were looking for a cure to help Anne, I really do Sebastian, but you have to understand that you went to far!!"

You expect him to stay silent as he had been the entire night or to disagree with you just like he had been the year before but as he looked into your eyes all he said was.

"I know"

You look at him in surprise and tears still streaming down you're face.

He looks at you in anguish as he stares at your red puffy eyes, the tear tracks on your cheeks and how your whole body is trembling in anger and sadness.

All he wants to do is wrap you up in his arms and never let go, but Sebastian knows before he can do that, he needs to fully explain himself first.

"I know that what I did that night was wrong, I was just so consumed with grief, anger and desperation to save Anne that I never considered your feelings or Ominis'. I know that I hurt the both of you. I promised Ominis that I would never use Dark magic again and I broke that promise and I said some truly hurtful things to you which were not true at all... I was just so focused on saving Anne It seemed that I forgot about everyone else important to me as well and I apologise for that y/n, you are one of the most important people in my life and I took you for granted"

He takes a cautious step forward towards you, giving you the time to step away if you want to.

But you don't.

You stay rooted in the same spot as he lays a hand on your cheek and you can't help but lean into the touch.

He rests his forehead against yours and caresses your face with his hand.

The only sound that can be heard in the undercroft is your whimpers as you're crying begins to die down and Sebastians heavy breathing.

Sebastian lifts his head up to look at you as his eyes scans over your appearance.

He then lets out a small smile before running his hands through your hair.

"Your hair looks different"

You bite you're lip to hide the smile blossoming onto your face and nod your head.

"Y-Yeah I uh started styling it... does It look ok??"

Sudden insecurity starts to fill your head with self doubting thoughts.

Sebastian shakes his head with a smile and leans in closer to you

"No No it looks amazing... your amazing..."

And all of a sudden Sebastian's lips are on yours.

You smile in to the kiss as you wound your arms around his neck and bring yourself up onto the tips of your toes to reach his height.

He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss.

When you separate from the kiss you both smile at each other before he whispers to you

"Can I tell you a secret??"

You laugh before nodding your head as you look up at him into his dark brown eyes.

"I missed you... in the months that we have not spoken it has been utter hell and I do not intend to go through it again, so I swear never to do what I done to you before ever again, no more lying, no more hurtful words, no more pain and sorrow. Because as long as I'm here I will make sure nothing and no one is ever going to hurt you again, even if it is me"

Another tear rolls rolls down your cheek at his words and you can't help but whisper

"Do you Promise??"

Sebastian nods his head with a meaningful look adorning his face before he wipes away the tear on your cheek and whispers back.

"I promise"

This was my first ever fan-fiction so I hoped you enjoy!!

Especially @froggoslegs who was so kind as to request this story and help me gain a bit of inspiration. I hope I get many more request because this was a lot of fun to write!! I will write anything for Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. I'm not the best at writing smut but I don't mind giving it a go!! I'll write whatever you request so don't be afraid to ask!! :)

[mitamicah]

Oh telling things, just talking like 👀👀👀👀.

Oh i once ripped my pants from sitting in the snow too long, had a big hole in my pants and had to walk home like that (was only a five minutes walk and i was seven)

I once fell off a pony and no one noticed 😃, i just sat there and waited until they came back, greeted me and then were completely surprised, because they had not noticed. The pony was sweet :3☺️☺️☺️

I went into haunted house as a child and afterwards it took two adults and almost twenty minutes to get me off my neighbour, i held onto that poor boy for dear life while screaming and crying. He wore a vampire costume and i was a witch or cat.

I used go be obsessed with wearing a dinosaur costume 😃😃. I also used to have a hat with cat ears and eye holes but grew out of it 😔.

I have a horrible sense of orientation, its almost criminal. I once drank half a bottle of sleeping medicine (sleep issues due to other meds) and slept for 18 hours.

Oh and i got hit by cars a few times but never something bad, sturdy bones and strong kitty.

My twin (my most beloved) and I usually plan multiple movies days, our record is three movies in one day, nine hours in the cinema.

My twin and I once "attacked" each other with stamps and had to walk through the entire building to wash our stained faces because there was only one working sink.

I am terrible on skates, i once fell and managed to land in the only puddle, my entire back and thighs and butt were soaking wet. And cold.

I went to school in a hospital for some time and that was interesting, smallest school i ever went to. I think i still have the clay bowl I made somewhere. And i will never forgive the nurse in another hospital for just turning the tv off i was watching a movie and have to this day not been able to find it again and it was almost 13 years ago, was very uncool.

I once slept through fireworks going off right next to my room, and through a pillow thrown at my face to check if I was still alive, i also once rolled on top of someone and slept through the other person pushing me back on my side.

Hopefully your day will turn better 💛💛💛

Wait ... how is that even possible OVO oh no I am so sorry that sounds horrible but also hilarious at the same time :'D xD

Another incidence on 'how did that even happen' x'D that is a cute story tho - just a silly little time with a pony x'D

Awww sweet summer child (litterally) :'3 <333 sounds like the neighbour was somewhat patient with you tho, that's nice :'D

Ngl dinosaur costumes are cool :D!!! oh no I hate when that happens :'3 would we just stay the right size for our comfort clothes forever :'D

I can relate to the bad location skills x'D

Oh wow that is a long ass nap OVO I have tried something similar (20 hours but not because of sleep medicine but just pure old exhaustion) and it is very disorienting :'D

I am not sure if I should say that you are very lucky or unlucky for that one :'D this cat definitely have nine lives x'D

Awwwn I love that - normalize sibling dates :'D <3

Hahahahaah that sounds like a lovely and silly memory x'D

Oh nooooo :'D whelp you have more experience on skates than I do it seems which is not hard since I never trusted myself on skates x'D hahaha

I agree, not cool of the nurse :'3 must've been a movie you were quite into as well if you still remember so far after the fact OVO

Wait .... how OVO? I would've been acting like a scared/angsty cat or dog if that happened to me :'D

Thank you for sharing all these fun little facts and stories Jay ^V^ I hope it is alright I submit this :'D? otherwise let me know and I'll take it down <33

[dgknightblue]

Funny scenario:

Law and Kid are unaware of a bet going on around them. They only know about rumors saying they are engaged/ dating.

Law is the only one in his crew without romantic experience. He’s never even had his first kiss.

His crew are the only ones aware of this fact.

Whenever someone expresses interest in him, they run interference in an attempt to protect him from people unworthy.

So the bet gets heated really quickly because Nami wants to win the reward money. She sees Law and Kid arguing and enacts a plan with Robin watching.

She begins to whisper things in his ear and he is confused before he starts arguing with Kid even more.

With kid in his face, law’s crew misinterprets that they are about to kiss. They run screaming for them to stop.

The conversation has law glaring at them, he is an adult that doesn’t need to be coddled. He can kiss whoever he wants.

Nami tries to get him to look in Kid’s direction, but Bepo is blocking him from view so Law doesn’t get the idea.

Eventually Zoro runs up to put a stop to it, Robin trying to cover his mouth but he mentions the bet and how he is not losing it. Then realize what he’s done and slowly places robins hands back over his mouth.

Law starts to hit a boiling point at the realization. They were betting on him. What kind of bet? He doesn’t care, he’s done.

His posture relaxes and and stares at them with blank eyes.

“Dr. Chopper.”

“Yeah?”

“We’re going shopping.”

“Really?”

“Yes, for coffins.”, he snarls.

“Wah- wait wait! How about we shop for herbs instead? I’m running low on-“, their voices fade as they walk a way.

Nami then finds out law has never kiss anyone before.

“Oh! I’m so sorry! That would have been a horrible nightmare!”

“I’m right here!”

“I know! That’s why, I shall make the sacrifice and kiss him instead. I’ll make sure he won’t have his heart broken. Kissing someone you’re not in love with hurt, but at least he won’t have to worry about anymore.” (She says something like this)

Zoro watch in horror. She runs off after them.

“She hasn’t given up…. She’s just trying to make him jealous…. She’s evil…. My condolences to Law’s first kiss, it will be Kid’s one way or another.”, zoro bows his head in respect for Law’s future loss.

“Not if… he’s dead.”, Law’s crew looks at kid.

“We may not be able to kill you… but we can try!”

Kid’s crew comes to his aid and Killer elbows Kid to get a grip. Kid shakes out of his stupor. What is happening right now?

Luffy is looking at all of them and is just like, “man I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that! I already had my first kiss.”

Dead silence.

“What?”

“Remember Sanji’s sister?”

Sanji stares at Luffy, “WHAT THE HXLL DID YOU DO TO MY SISTER YOU BXSTXRD???”

Brook tells Sanji how she saved Luffy and he’s still mad. Not as mad but still mad. That’s his sister. He has to fight for her honor somehow.

That’s what law’s crew is trying to do, protect law’s honor. So if they can’t attack kid, they’ll chase down law to keep an eye out.

Maybe work on a deal where they interview any candidates for Law’s partner.

How did this all happen? Law was invited to Baby 5’s wedding and he caught the bouquet. She spent two full months after her honeymoon trying to set him up.

How did Kid get into the equation? She noticed how close they were and assumed he had an unrequited crush and didn’t know that Kid was fawning over him too! Oh no! (How did she get that from them threatening to kill each other? Answer: she thought they were arguing because of jealousy)

Poor Law, he doesn’t know. Awe. Don’t worry! She’ll help! After all, he is destined to marry next!

She also figured since he didn’t have any interested in the girls she showed him marriage profiles of, he liked boys- specifically Kid when she noticed him aggravating him.

She thought it was like when little boys picked on the girls they like but with Law instead. She was not listening to anything else then. She had a mission.

I don’t know the specifics of the bet, but Nami needs Law and Kid to kiss to consider it a win. If Bepo wasn’t in the way! Ugh Law probably would have marched up to kid, pull him into a brief kiss and stomp a way angry!!!! Heart pirates!!! She’ll win that bet!!!

[theokapuco]

Maze Runner Aus that have been locked in my brain for year's and have now finally found a way out

Tmr expect the Ivy Trio [Thomas, Newt, and Minho] are corrupted / the corrupted versions of them

WCKD is still a thing in this World except they never had a Maze plan in place, instead, they took to experimenting on the subjects to get the results they want.

Thomas was a subject that showed great promise, he seemed to have the flare but his blood would constantly be getting rid of it. WCKD decided to test his limits and see if there was a certain amount of the flare his blood can take. This resulting in him becoming half crank with his blood constantly fighting the flare but the flare always grows back.

Newt is a Crank subject, he is given potential cures to the flare very often which made him conscious of his mind compared to the other cranks, but he still acts like a crank just with self-awareness now. When he attacks people he doesn't do it mindlessly he does it with purpose and knows what he's doing.

Minho was another subject who showed promise with his blood being able to cure people for a short amount of time, expect his blood didn't contain the flare like Thomas's did so he went through a different experiment. Basically the same as the movie where they put him through realistic scenarios of his worse nightmares expect he ends up losing his mind and is unable to tell what is real and what is fake.

God Au

This story does not have a plot line yet, just characters

Thomas is the God of Heros and is considered one of the nicest Gods so if you want to communicate with a God, most people recommend going to him

Newt is considered a Pathway, which basically means he's a way to get to the Gods, him and Thomas have been married for thousands of year's, he is moral but keeps his morality with a necklace Thomas gave him that connects him and Thomas together. Basically, Newt relies on Thomas's life source to keep him alive. If the necklace is taken off nothing happens, he just goes back to being moral.

Minho is a moral in this Au, he does not have a role in this Au right now but he is the main focus of this Au, with Newt and Thomas being side characters at the beginning before being main characters later on.

The Graveyard Shift [Newtmas Au]

A simple sweet Au that was inspired by "The Nightmare Before Christmas" & "I have read the complete works of Montague Summers as well as Vampires: Burial, and Death and would just like to say the Penny Dreadful's are horribly inaccurate" by Singtome & "Amalgamation" by Tattered_Dreams

Thomas is a part of the Zombie population and quite literally lives in a graveyard, he is a part-time worker at a gas station that runs 24 hours, with him taking up the Graveyard shifts. Something features about Thomas is that he can not feel pain but that does not mean he isn't hurting, he's hand could be on fire and he wouldn't know until someone pointed it out. He is also able to rip off his hand, but only his left hand specifically since that was cut off before he became a Zombie.

Newt is basically Mothman and likes bothering the shit out of Thomas during his shifts. He has bright red eyes and large moth wings, at the beginning Newt would try to scare Thomas by popping out of nowhere, hanging upside down by the ceiling but Thomas has gotten used to it and doesn't even bat a eye.

There was a time when Thomas did scare the shit out of Newt when he got stabbed by a Robber but didn't notice until Newt pointed it out and all he said was "Oh,,,how did that get there? 🤨☝️"

Basically; Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Extra --> A small concept writing of this story expect Thomas works at a coffee shop instead with Brenda

October weaves through September, summer sun green leaves turning into fall orange and reds. Pumpkin spice hangs in the air, breeze passes through the town, and the sun covers up.  Thomas yells a “see ya” before leaving his home, closing the chain link fence behind him and sprinting through the dead weeds and cracked brick path.  He rounds the corner, using the lamp post as leverage to make a sharp turn. Busting open the doors of a dingy old looking coffee shop made of dark oak wood and filled with books, webs, and mold. 

The Flower Shop Down the Street [Newtmas]

Another short and sweet Au expect with superpowers

Thomas and Newt are around 26-30 years old, they are married and run a flower shop together, their flower shop is considered one of the most popular for the fact that Thomas has water base powers that allow him to water the plants more easily, with him being able to pick up water.

Newt on the other hand is a Planter but more on the weaker side of being a Planeter where he can't fully grow a plant but he can aid them in the growing process.

Extra--> I did write a short story about this but will only show some since I do not like the writing of it, I was like 14 when I wrote this LOL

Thomas places the watering can down the floor, next to a row of multicolored roses. And like magic, the water in the can float up, Thomas having his hands out. The water parted into four balls of water, all for different kinds of roses. He puts them into place above the plant stand, spreads his fingers out and let the water drop onto the roses like small rain droplets. Minho claps his hands in slow motion "ah, impressive" Minho says sarcastically. Thomas rolled his eyes " yeah I know, am the best " Thomas replies. He continues watering the plants the same way he did with the roses. Minho watching, the thing is, Minho wasn't born with powers and he always had an interest in them. When he was a kid he would pretend to have super speed and run across the field making 'zooming' sounds. He was kinda jealous of Thomas and Newt but he got over it and accepted the fact he was powerless. 

This is it for now but in the future I probably will draw fan art of some of these Aus or built more onto them