#however: i did not read it like a bedtime story every night so im gonna keep looking out for things that i didnt notice earlier.........

[seth-burroughs]

i appreciate how seth just showed up in chapter 1 unannounced asserted himself as legitimately one of the most cool and interesting characters in the whole game especially concerning the entirety of his interactions with Yakou/the agency (as well as some really strong implifications of him being religious in the context of the metal fox church) all in just a few scenes in a single chapter and then he just got taken out back to get shot by the director couple at the end of it and we literally never even hear anything about him again. and even then they even fucking. put in the extra detail that he was actually very likely to have survived as his picture isn't crossed off and he never appears in the restricted area. and he is the only peacekeeper aside from yomi & martina to ever get this kind of focus and. what the actual fuck is going on with seth rain code

[musicallisto]

Hi, congrats on 800 followers! Can I please get a Six of Crows ship? I’m have short brown hair (I dyed red last week) and green eyes. I don't mind if im shipped with a girl or a boy. I like reading (no romantic novels), music and photography. I'm Aquarius. I’m very curious. I'm a little shy and even cold at first. I’m not good with feelings, I mostly keep them to myself if I can, but I care deeply for my loved ones and would do anything to help them, even if I'm not very good at giving advice. ☆

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake, I hope you like it! I ship you with jesper fahey!

You don’t imagine the extent of my joy to be able to add a gif of an actual real person for Jesper... however shall I survive until Aprid 23rd?

For the longest time, you thought the world started and ended at your corner of Fjerda, in your frozen estate by the True Sea.

You were descented from minor Fjerdan nobility, and your father, jaded by Court Life and its political intrigues - and, unofficially, penniless after giving his all for the sempiternal wars on Ravka -, had decided to leave the capital and retire to his family’s estate by the sea a few years after you were born.

All you had ever known were the large, marbled corridors you’d spend entire afternoons wandering, daydreaming about adventures in the confines of the country - or living the lavish life of a true Fjerdan princess, in an outrageously enormous bed of satin sheets...

The house was spacious and beautiful, with a marvelous view over the sea, gently carrying its boats to and fro before you - and you’d stay there on the balcony in your flowy white dress, admiring the ocean until you couldn’t fight the chills of the night creeping up your spine anymore; but as tranquil and languid as your existence was, it was also terribly lonely.

All you longed for was a sibling, a friend, a partner in crime, someone you could explore the world and go on quests with...

... until a lighting bolt tore the silence, one night.

You couldn’t sleep, so you had gone on a walk by the shore as you often did - your father was never worried about it, since you knew the rocks and their cracks like the back of your hand, and would know the way back home even with your eyes closed.

But you were so absorbed by the distant twinkling of stars that you didn’t notice the shadows creeping up behind you until it was too late.

Screams in a language you can’t understand; an arm around your neck in a chokehold, another slipping under your knees; you thrash around, slice all you can, bite and claw at all you can grasp...

Your abductors know better than to let Fjerdan nobility get away from their grasp. They don’t know exactly who you are - but they’ve guessed from the distinguished aspect of your house that there’s a fine sum to gain from whoever will be willing to pay for you - your father for a ransom, or anyone else, in Kerch, who’ll make good use of your services.

Those brothels in Ketterdam pay good money for young girls, they hear - even more so for a Fjerdan pearl.

When they throw you on an overloaded carriage like a potato sack, you’re still yelling at the top of your lungs, pleading for your father, for one of your maids, for anyone to help you.

But no one hears.

You shed all the tears you have in the first night, tossed around in a dark chariot, off to somewhere unknown. Your father hasn’t prepared you for this - nothing, not even your books nor your fantastical imaginary adventures...

But you don’t intend on being sold off that easily. So you devise a plan to get away.

The first opportunity to break free presents itself when your kidnappers force you to board a ship; but they manage to catch you before you’ve run very far.

But second time’s the charm; with nothing better to do during the voyage than to bide your time and gnaw at your bonds, you’re able to slip from your captor’s watch, and blindly run through the harbor - just to get as far as possible from the stench of this floating carcass.

The first thing that strikes you is the odor. You’ve known the sea forever - it’s clear and bright as ice, and smells of fresh mornings and cold salt; never of this green rot that festers everywhere in these streets... and all those chimneys, all those people, who stare you down as you run down these grimy streets, barefoot in your off-white dress...

You understand that you’re farther from home than you’ve ever been, and it’s not a thrilling adventure, it’s terrifying and overwhelming, and you want nothing more than to burst into tears.

But you don’t, because a pair of strangers flag you down in a language you don’t understand.

A tall and lanky dark-skinned boy, wearing vibrant fabric and a self-assured grin; and possibly the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, all bright eyes and genuine frown.

Paralyzed, you open your mouth, once, twice, incapable of making the slightest sound; until the girl notices your visible discomfort, and, eyeing your pale eyes, asks in the slightest of Ravkan accents;

“Are you Fjerdan?”

You nod with all your soul. You’re ready to cling onto them both for dear life.

“What happened to you?”

Your voice fails you - you can’t explain it - you haven’t even comprehended it all. You were curled up in front of the fireplace just the night before...

“Do you have anywhere to go?”

You shake your head with despair, trying to blink back the tears.

“Come with us. We know someone who’ll help you.”

You don’t mull it over very long. Maybe it’s your sheltered uprbinging that has made you naive; maybe it’s the curiously comforting warmth you see in the Ravkan girl’s eyes; but you simply have no better option, and you can’t understand a word of Kerch, or wherever it is that this barbarian folk speak.

Although your two saviors start arguing, probably about whether or not they can reasonably take you in, your tear-stained cheeks and desperate vulnerability are enough to convince them - so you follow them.

Into the lair of the Dregs, of whom you’ve never heard - and of Kaz Brekker, who you know very well.

After all, he’s the infamous gangster who invaded your homeland, broke into the Ice Court, and stole the Shu boy - or so you saw your father read in the papers. To know that you are under the same roof as that lowlife would be enough to give your father a heart attack...

You’re half convinced that he’ll throw you back to the streets, but Nina and, surprisingly, Jesper as well, plead in your favor with a greatly convincing fervor. You learn that it’s probably because Kaz has much greater worries on his mind - the criminal group is planning on retrieving one of their own from the clutches of a treacherous business partner, or so you’ve gathered.

Either way, you’re more than happy that the terrifying and redoubtable Kaz Brekker is leaving you alone, and that you can enjoy Jesper’s company.

You two become unexpectedly good friends overtime. He comes to visit you at the Crow Club, where you’re staying, almost every day. Yet communication is not your strong suit, especially in a language you don’t understand at all, and you don’t fancy yourself a particularly enthralling girl to be around.

Not when one has lived the life of a criminal, a sharpshooter, a wanderer, a playboy... well, all those things that Jesper prises himself on being, and all those words he’s taught you in Kerch.

(That and the curse words, of course, that you’re a bit intimidated to use at first, until they slip out of your mouth one evening when you drop your plate at dinner with the Dregs, and the entire canteen falls dead silent.)

“Did she just say ‘fuck’?”

“I think she just said fuck.”

“See, Matthias, she wasn’t immediately struck by lighting by Djel’s hand. You won’t die if you say it.”

Speaking of Matthias, he’s also a good friend of yours - it’s comforting and refreshing to have a familiar face around, one of Fjerdan roots and mores.

Although the rest of the group says you’re not that Fjerdan.

“You’re one of the feisty ones, at least.”

“I’m not ‘feisty’. Shut up, Jesper.”

“Ah, I see you’ve been working on the vocabulary I taught you!”

Matthias and you both have a lot of soul-searching and unlearning to do about the outside world - you were raised in particularly bigoted environments, you somewhat less than him. The hatred for the Grisha he’s been taught by the Drüskelle is fear in your case; you’ve been brought up on bedtime stories of bloodthirsty Grisha who devour unruly kids, and war and devastation caused by their unstability and blasphemous magic.

It’s even more of a shock to you when you learn Jesper is a Grisha.

Unbeknownst to you, you’ve started to fall a little for him - how could you not? He’s funny, charming, sarcastic and witty; always has the best stories to tell, and despite it all, sincerely cares for you amidst the chaos of their heist and revenge plans.

But to learn he was the kind of monster - no, the kind of creature - no, the kind of person, you force yourself to correct mentally - that you had been taught to fear for your entire life...

“I’m so sorry. You should never have been there.”

He’s pacing back and forth in your room after a shootout has gone awry and you were caught in the crossifre; it’s the first time he’s ever had to use his Durast powers to get you of the mess - and normally he wouldn’t have, because it’s a secret he wishes he could carry to the grave, but the fear of losing you was too strong...

“Thank god that I was there, though. What would you do without me?”

He’s fidgety and restless, nervously playing with his pistols, and his nervous laugh is all but genuine; and you’re huddled up on your bed, staring him down with wide eyes.

“Jesper, you...”

“Yeah, maybe not the best moment.”

“Jesper...”

“It’s like they have a knack for knowing exactly where we’re gonna be and when...”

“Jesper!”

He abruptly turns to look at you, and his eyes widen. He’s starting to understand, almost, but refuses to believe it. Your voice is a murmur, and you can hardly hold his gaze.

“Jesper, are you... going to hurt me?”

His words die in his throat. He remembers where you’re from... the garbage that they must have filled your ears and head with from the day you were born... how feverish Matthias was with Nina... he looks at his hands, and his Materialki magic rumbles like a dark curse.

“Y/N, you’re scared of me?”

The sheer hurt in his voice breaks your heart. Even though you’re trembling, you let him step closer to you, slowly. It’s Jesper in front of you, not some ungodly monster from legends... Jesper, your Jesper...

“I’m... I’m sorry...”

He cups your face in his hands, warm and just a bit moist, and stares into your eyes with a vulnerability you have never seen in him.

“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Y/N, I swear on my life. All I want is you to be safe...”

Safe from me, if that’s what you wish, he thinks for a split second, but you don’t give him time to doubt; you’ve captured his lips in a frenzied kiss, and hold on for dear life onto his lean shoulders.

Fjerda and its blind hatred is very far from you, now. You're locked in Jesper's embrace, and you won't have to hear their lies anymore.

You know you have nothing to fear from him; not now, and not ever.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

[phangirlof]

Next Door

Description: The relationship you have with your mother worsens after your father abandons the both of you.

Genre: Angst (possibly triggering), Fluffy ending???

Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x reader

Word Count: 1,695 (The first 1k is decent and the rest is bad im sorry)

“Useless. That’s all you are.”

I sat there in the darkness letting my mother’s words continue to stab me. She’d said them hours ago, but ever since I’d been in my bedroom letting them eat at me, destroy the person I knew I was, not the one she tried to force me to believe I was. I wiped the tears that slipped past my attempt to keep them in.

“You’re the biggest waste of space I’ve seen. I would do anything to go back and have you aborted.”

She’d said many, many nasty things to me over the years, and I always tried my best to ignore them. I refused to believe any word that she uttered. But tonight, it seemed like she had pulled out everything that could possibly hurt me. And it did. Every last syllable was like a dagger shoved and twisted into my heart. After tonight’s spiel, she left. She didn’t say when or if she’d be back. She picked up her jacket and her close-to-empty pack of cigarettes, and left.

I didn’t understand it, but she was so cruel to me because she suspected I was the reason for Dad leaving all those years ago.

I was barely ten years old. I had been at school. I always figured he chose then to do it to avoid as much heartbreak as possible. I got home right as he was leaving. I remember excitedly running off the bus to tell my parents everything that had happened that day, but Dad was in his car pulling out of the driveway. He didn’t stop to talk or even to look at me. My mother never told me he left us, that was something I slowly had to piece together. It wasn’t that hard though, my mother threw all of his stuff out in the yard and one night burned it. She took almost everything he had bought for us, and sold it. And finally, the biggest clue was that each night, when I lay there waiting for him to come tuck me in and read me a bedtime story, I would stay up for hours because he never came home.

I didn’t want to leave my bed. It was the only place I felt truly safe, but I heard the doorbell sound off. I threw the covers to the side and got up. I made my way to the door, wiping my tears as I went. I opened it, expecting to see my mother at the door because she lost her house key again, but instead it was our next door neighbor. “Hey Soo.” I mumbled, having lost my voice from crying until my lungs burned earlier. “I heard shouting and saw your mom storm off. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” I nodded slowly, now focusing all my attention on the ground. Kyungsoo had a habit of reading me like a book. “Look at me.” I ignored him. “Please.” He whispered, moving closer to me. I still kept my eyes on ground. Kyungsoo ever so slowly brought his finger up to my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking directly at him. “You’re not okay, don’t lie to me.” He said in a small voice. I felt the tears well up in my eyes again. But instead of trying to stop them from falling, I buried my head in his chest, and let them out. He wrapped his arms around me, stepping inside and shutting the door behind us.

I don’t know how long we stood there, me sobbing into his chest and him holding me, not saying a word as I did, but I know that I finally felt like someone actually gave a damn. “You can talk to me about whatever you need to.” Kyungsoo had said after I had calmed down a bit. I liked that about him. He never pressured me to talk to him or about what exactly what was bothering me. It had been this way since I was younger when one day I couldn’t take my mother’s screaming, so I ran outside to just get away. I ran right into Kyungsoo in the process and just like he did earlier, he simply let me cry into his arms, comforting me and not stopping until he was sure I was fine.

“I want to get away from her, but I have nowhere to go.” I finally mumbled, my voice barely audible.  Kyungsoo’s silence was my key to continue. He never spoke until he was sure I had expressed everything I needed to. “She never used to be like this ya’know. She used to be so cheerful and just full of life. Now she’s so cold and cruel. Everything is my fault since Dad left. Whether it’s him or a piece of trash on the floor, I can’t do anything right or good enough for her. She makes me feel so useless and worthless. After everytime she talks to me I feel so pathetic.” The oncoming sobs choked me up from saying anymore. Kyungsoo delicately stroked my head, untangling locks of my hair as he did so.

“I know it’s hard for you to ignore what she says, but you are far from worthless. She only blames you for your dad because she doesn’t want to realize that maybe she was the reason. You’re one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. You’re selfless, caring, respectful, hard-working, and overall amazing.” Kyungsoo’s words brought tears to my eyes once again. I never saw myself that way. And my mother’s view was far from that. I just always did what I believed was right. I never second guessed myself, regardless of my mother’s harsh words, I sought out to make other people’s lives somewhat bearable despite my own not being the best. It never failed to make me happy, seeing other people smile because of me. Just the thought of it made my tears slow practically to a stop.

Kyungsoo wiped away the remaining tears. “So beautiful.” I heard him say, voice barely audible. His words made me feel warm inside, and I couldn’t stop the small blush that took way, starting at my cheekbones and going from there. I attempted to bury my face in my hands, so he wouldn’t see the redness spread on my cheeks. However, I realized I was too late as he grabbed my hands and pushed them back to my sides. “You’re too cute to be hiding your face.” I couldn’t help but blush harder at his statement, a small smile beginning to form on my lips. “There’s that dazzling smile I love to see.” I didn’t even know how to react to everything he was saying, my cheeks just got redder and redder and my face grew hotter and hotter until I felt like I was practically on fire. “Soo, you’re literally gonna make me explode, stop being so nice.” I mumbled, trying once again to bury myself in my hands to hide my ever-reddening face. He got quiet, the air surrounding us becoming thick from the silence. I really didn’t expect him to say anything as time passed. But after a few moments he responded. “Sorry, it’s hard not to compliment the girl I’ve fallen for.” My jaw dropped, and for a spilt second I couldn’t even breathe. Fallen for? He couldn’t be serious? That can’t mean what I think it means? I guess Kyungsoo could see the confusion on my face because he shifted away from me, removing his arms from their place around me and walked to the other side of the room. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything, especially not… now.”

“What do you mean?” It wasn’t the brightest thing I could’ve said, but I wanted confirmation that what I was thinking was actually right. Now it was Kyungsoo’s turn to blush, but instead of burying his face in his hands like me, he kept eye contact with me. “I don’t t-think,” He began, “Now is the right time to talk about this.” My first instinct was to pout, he was such a softie it was bound to work. Being as pouty and cute always softened him up enough for me to get whatever I wanted. “Don’t d-do that to me.“ I may or may not have stuck my bottom lip out a bit farther. “Y-y/n…” His voice grew more faint as I continued pouting, eventually crossing my arms to add to the effect. “Kyungsoooooo, please just tell me.”

“I love you.” I should’ve been used to his bluntness, but right now I had never been more taken back. “As we grew up and got closer I couldn’t resist. I always caught myself thinking about you. Anytime you came to me about your mom and how horribly she was treating you, I found it was beginning to hit me so hard because I cared for you so much. Hearing all the awful things she said to you, made me absolutely sick to my stomach. One day I sat down and tried to figure out why it hurt me so bad, none of that was happening to me? But then it hit me, I liked you. My feelings for you only soared since then.”

“Soo…” I didn’t know what I was going to finish with, so I just cut myself off.

“I’ll go now.” He made his way to the door, but before he could exit through it I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “But, I want you to stay.” The smile was on his lips was faint, but it still managed to warm my heart. “Please stay.” I cautiously laced our fingers together, sometimes contact like this made him uncomfortable, and considering how often he was there for me and made me feel like I was actually important, that was the last thing I wanted to do. But unlike I expected, he allowed our hands to slip together easily. “Thank you.” I said.

“What for?” He questioned.

“Always being there for me.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me for something I’ll always do.”

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