#hy angst

[animeaandp]

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MHA Prompt

Your loved one(s) suddenly passed away

You were pulled out of class when the news arrived

Aizawa would be called immediately after you released your quirk, the effects already causing mass destruction

You’d be too consumed with grief to be reasoned with

Students would begin to be evacuated as the chaos grew

Aizawa would fight to get you within eyesight

A couple others use their quirks to help him get close enough to erase your own

You’d be within range

Then he’d run to you instead

Instead Aizawa throws his arms around you

Instead he fights to hold onto you as you let it all out

Instead he cries with you

Instead he apologizes

Instead he digs his heels in and resists everything other than keeping you close

Aizawa would fight to stay in that moment with you

Aizawa would never leave you alone in your grief

Aizawa keeps you in his embrace even as your legs grow weary and begin to give out

He’d fall to the ground with you, being careful not to let you be hurt at any point

He wouldn’t realize how tightly his fingers dug back into you as you clung onto each other

He’d sit in the silence of the eye of the storm with you for as long as that’s where you were

He’d always come running

He’d always find you

He’d always fight to stay with you, for as long as you needed him, he’d be there

[gnarlygoth]

ART !!! LOGAN ANGST !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

just some shitty whiteboard doodles !! :}

angst bc why not?

i like the first one a lot; expresion practice.

[littlepurplewakiya]

I watched it in the dub bc it's infinitly funnier

And then it got to the umbrella scene - which hits hard even in the eng version but I remembered a lot of things being cut out (like the fact that papa Phoenix is yk...dead) so I went and rewatched the original

And that shit was just RAW, man...

[clockworkcheetah]

cant rly write todd descending into madness in the timeloop fic cause he kinda is unhinged from the start

[jasmines-library]

Could you maybe write a platonic Damian x sibling reader (younger but not hy like a lot). And they had a nightmare and go to Damian in the middle of the night. And they're scared that he's gonna get mad that they woke him up, but they didn't know who else to go to

No pressure, of course!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night/afternoon or whatev!!! 🫶🫶🫶

Hold Me Like A Grudge

Summary: Ever since you joined your father at his home, Damian Wayne had despised you. He tries to spend his time as far away from you as possible, until one night you seek comfort in him after a nightmare and everything changes. (gn reader :))

Note: Thanks for requesting lovely! this was so cute to write and a much needed break from the angst for you all (kinda...)

Warnings: Being ignored by Dami, nightmares, none really it's a fluffy fic!

Word count: 1.4k

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Damian had never been one for comforting tendencies. He often chose to seclude himself away in a corner, brooding in his own self pity or grumbling about his early-teenage misery. Apparently it had gotten worse since you arrived; having another sibling to pester him didn’t sit well on his behalf, so each time the sound of your small feet pattered into the room, he would turn his gaze away or collect his belongings that he had strewn across the room and left. You weren’t entirely sure what you had done to receive the silent treatment from Damian. Dick, the eldest of the bunch, had tried to reassure you that it was nothing personal. That he had acted that way towards him when he first arrived sending his cold glares from across the room or barging past him in the hallways, but something about the way his face contorted and his lip twitched revealed something else. 

Damian Wayne was jealous. Despite the fact he would rather die than admit it, he couldn’t stand having someone else in his way. You were his biological half sister. The only other person related to the one and only Bruce Wayne. And he hated you for it. He hated Bruce for it. He hated himself for hating it, but that didn’t stop his grudge from lingering. It didn’t help that your charm meant you got along with the rest of the boys better than he did; you had shown them kindness where he had shown them coldness. 

When Bruce told him that he was responsible for you whilst the others were out on patrol he did very little to hide his disdain; rolling his eyes and stomping off to his room but not before snarling at you as he pushed past. 

The manor was eerily quiet that night. It was dark and without the obnoxiously loud antics of your older brothers the place felt empty. Damian was off sulking somewhere and Alfred was monitoring the computers so you were left alone to navigate the endless rooms and high ceilings. You hadn’t been at the manor long so you were still a bit unsteady when it came to navigating the maze of walls but without anyone to help you when you turned a wrong corner, it took you much longer than it should have to find your room. There were a few lights on in the halls, but all of the rooms were dark and vast and the condensation building up on the cold glass didn’t help your feeling of unease. A shiver crawled down your back and you tugged the hem of your hoodie over your hands. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief when you pushed open the door and collapsed onto your bed, burying yourself under the sheets and squeezing your eyes tightly.

Sleep didn’t come easy, much to your dismay. There were too many odd sounds drifting through the house; something clicking, the wind whipping around outside, tree branches tapping on the glass, a dripping tap in your bathroom that stopped for a few blissful minutes before starting up again with a monotonous tempo. Tucking your knees and head to your chest you tried to bury yourself deeper into the bed and drown out the sounds that to someone who had lived there a while wouldn’t even bat an eye at. 

When your tired body finally dragged sleep into it’s clutches it was restless. You tossed and turned with a furrowed brow. The images were dark and disturbing; twisted figures of your new family being captured, of strange figure looming over you in the dark reaching out a cold, bony hand that could have easily been mistaken for a claw until it was only inches away from, reaching and reaching until the icy digits brushed the surface of your skin.

You shot up, kicking off the sheets and clutching your skin where the hand had touched you; you could have sworn you could still feel it there so cold that it felt as though it were going to burn a hole into your delicate skin. Tears rolled fat and ugly down your cheek and your forced yourself out of bed with trembling legs. Your feet carried you down the hall and before you knew it had planted you outside of Damian’s room. Like the others it was dark and silent, but you knew it was his. You had walked past it too many times, itching to just catch a chance of talking to him. Despite your state, your hand hovered above the frame unable to bring yourself to knock. What if he yelled at you or turned you away like he usually does? You supposed you could go and find Alfred instead- no. He was busy. The idea was gone from your head almost as soon as it had appeared and with a shaky sob you rapped your knuckles against his door. 

“What do you want-”

He opened the door much quicker than you thought he would. His jostled hair and cantankerous stare loomed over you, but he changed very unexpectedly when he noticed your sobbing and dewy eyes. Without thinking twice you wrapped your arms around him bawling into his chest. His body relaxed slightly as he frowned sympathetically, wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him. It was odd even to him that there was something special about the moment. Damian wrapped you and led you over to his messy bed, settling you on the edge. The dampness that has seeped into the middle of his shirt didn’t bother him as he crouched down on his toes in front of you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, uncharacteristically tenderly. 

“I…i-” You stuttered trying to force the story out but only failing which just ended up causing a fresh bout of tears to fall. 

The boy cupped your hands in his, getting your attention. Tilting your head up, you saw his softened gaze. 

“Calm down, kiddo. You’re okay.” He gave you a gentle nod of reassurance. 

It took a few moments but soon your blubbering slowed into something of a calm, only interrupted by the occasional hiccup that pushed it way past your lips. 

“That’s it kid.” He rubbed your back “You’re okay.”

“I’m so-rry.” You hiccupped. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

This made Damian pause as a feeling of being humbled washed over him. 

“Tt. Why would I be mad?”

“Because I woke you up.” You pushed yourself up to stand, wiping away tears and making your way to the door. “I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“Oh..y/n…”

Everything seemed to hit Damian all at once. He had been so caught up in his own jealousy that he had completely refused to think about how you felt and it occurred to him that you had so much more in common. You were a scared kid who had just been thrown amongst the most complicated family in Gotham. You were in need of love and guidance and he had failed to do that. The dark haired boy began to feel very guilty. It was his responsibility as your older brother to show you the ropes and he had point blank refused. 

He pushed himself up and settled down on the bed gesturing for you to follow. For a moment he thought that he had completely ruined everything; that you were going to leave and just suffer in silence albeit you walked over to the bed and perched on the end enjoying the way that the memory foam sank down slowly around you.

“I’m so sorry that I haven’t been there for you. It was selfish of me, I understand now that-”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off with a smile.

He nodded contently and pulled you into a hug. 

After a while you meekly broke the silence. “Dami?”

“Mmh?”

“Can I stay here tonight? Please?”

Damian grinned down as his little sibling proudly for the first time since you had arrived. He then shuffled across the bed and opened up the duvet for you to clamber in next to him. He slung an arm over you protectively. 

“You can stay whenever you need, Little Bat.” 

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Rose Android

Automation!Au Riddle x Scavenger!Reader

Summary: You found a disembodied head of an Android and put him back together again only to get a strict, rule follower, android to help you around

Tags: Angst & Fluff

this au is credits to @jackplushie

Is this how it's going to end?

he did well didn't he? so why did his mother threw him away?

he performed tasks perfectly, he did what she asked, he installed essential modules through his system to become knowledgeable, he became a perfect android for her so why..?

he only wished for her to have a freedom to go outside. that's all what he wished for.

"This one kept acting up on its own whether i order it or not, yes i did modify it to have it's own intelligence yet, it somehow remained lacking in... well perfection."

just to go outside to sightsee, is not perfection

What exactly should he do to reach her eyes? to show her he is perfect in everyway, he's the perfect android she created.

he didn't ask for anything big or extravagant, he just asked to see how the world is really outside.

"take it, sell it, do whatever you want with it. I have no more use for it anymore. although i do like how he look his face plate might be useful- ah nevermind leave his head alone in that big scrap dump site i just have another copy anyway and i feel that it's much better."

ah he remembers it, how painful it was when they ripped and torn his limbs apart, how of his torso was ripped apart from his head. his wired nerves still can feel it till this time and his creator, his mother. just watched how he get violated

but how could he even call her a mother when she wasn't even one?

maybe calling her 'mother' that one time is the reason why she threw him away, he had just learned what that word is he didn't mean to call her that at all

maybe that was his flaw.

since an assistant bot like him can be cheap and affordable his system stored in his head is technically useless to those scavengers but of course they didn't give his body any peace.

but his main system left in his head is still active, he couldn't even make out the muddy clouded sky with the warnings and notice prompt up to his eyes. still aware of the pain

the outside world is terrible. he shouldn't have asked to be here at all. so he could be with her still.

but-

was he really that useless and hated, his moth- creator had to call those scavengers to separate his parts that way?

maybe she found joy in his suffering after all

he doesn't know anymore. his mother completely abandoned him, thrown away in this dump, unloved.

his eyelids twitched, he felt something he had never felt ever. what was that called again? he couldn't remember without his code that installed his knowledge of everything. but it was something fiery and annoying, something he wishes to completely eliminate and get rid of.

"..ou see that?" someone is near

his left ear is the only thing that can hear his other is much more and completely damaged to the point of no use

but with the use of it he can hear the scattering, clanging of metal rubbish, as the steps get closer and closer. it seem like they weren't alone and talking to someone still he can't figure out what is since the steps are lone.

he can feel them, a human.

he couldn't see them at all, he could make out figure but they're not clear not as clear as the pop ups infront of his eyes

"...ain capacitor in his neck is still attached" system nerves that still works behind his skin felt rubber gloved hands carress him, and immediately flip it over rather gently

"can you speak?" he didn't answer, he can't. not that he would either he swore that he'll only follow the orders of his creator

the person continued to examine him flipping it over and over again while humming in a satisfied way

"hmm... i don't think i can sell this one" for some reason he felt satisfied that an imbecile of a scavenger can't get a use of his remaining parts at all

"--hy are.. you.."

"-have an idea" the voice recognition in his left is starting to give up as well yet he swore he could hear another voice together with the scavenger.

those were the words he lastly heard before he completely shut down, his whole system is giving up on him too, seconds remained on the last pop ups before he completely dies out. this is it

this is how it'll end after all

oh well, at least no one can said he didn't wish for his mother's praise and love at all

the only wish this android had.

to be loved and free.

Scanning... Complete!

Audio: Working.True

Vision: Working.True

Arms: Access.True/Left.accessible.incompatible/Right.accesible

Legs: Access.True/Left.accessible/Right.accesible.incompatible

Information Code: None, Consider Installing.

Android is: Stable to perform tasks

Overall Stability: Moderate. Please Change Parts to Compatibility.

he opened his eyes.

the mechanic buzz of his insides worked once again, his eyes weren't as sharp as before but he could see clear and properly, his ears were all working and he could feel his arms and legs once again.

what- how-

he's supposed to be alrwady gone weren't he? how did he get his body back? wasn't he a disembodied head earlier? he was supposed to fade into darkness or die as they should say!

he sight blurred few times before focusing, on the person sitting behind the screen of his charging station, sleeping peacefully

"Oi! he's alive, HEY! wake up" a grey android cat jumped into the persons stomach knocking them awake, coughing.

this person is...human.

when did his eyes had a scanner? or maybe it was intuition that had that conclusion. no, his eyes definitely upgraded to have a scanner. it showed him their vital points, their blood type, and other medical terms a doctor should see when checking up a person. did his new eyes came from a nurse bot? oh dear.

"Grim... that hurts... you should really remember you're not an actual cat" you held your stomach, recoiling in pain before looking up at him. your eyes brightened at the sight of his consciousness

"See! he's awake!" 'Grim' jumped down on your lap as you propered yourself up to stand and walk over to him

you removed the glass top capsule to remove him, discharging him off the port. with incompatibility of his right leg he fell right into their arms, yet you catch him perfectly fine. he didn't know if he was heavy or light that you weren't t falling when coming contact at him.

"Are you alright?" you asked sitting him down in a nearby office chair. he didn't answer

"hmm... I'm pretty sure your voice capacitor is still intact, how come you can't speak at all?" He still didn't answer. during his time on his creator's residence he wasn't allowed to make contact with the other doctors and scientists since he is only his creator's assistant even if he desire to talk to the others, she would shy him away from them. scolding him he should focus on his own studies.

"do you think his voice is still working?" Grim asked, paw up his chin

"it's still attached of course it is still working, HE just wouldn't speak" that's right, it'd be a rule breachment if he did talk to you. his creator would be mad at him if he does.

his creator?

his mother.

that doesn't feel right. he couldn't remember why he feels this strong edge on him, he's definitely not with her right now but he doesn't feel the desire to come back to her either.

"how bout turning it off n' on again? might work" The cat suggest as it climbed off the office chair near him

"i had reset him earlier already so no complications would impact his system but he still looks off doesn't he?" You said crouching down to meet his eyes but he yet to look down even more to avoid it

"yeah he's really different from the bodiless head before, good thing you managed to put him together with spare parts" Grim observed him sitting slouched down as you tilt your head in wonder, for some reason he looked like he doesn't have that much energy considering how he is positioned but his battery remained full

he also pondered and wondered something too

what exactly have you done to him? where did you find these body parts? you even managed to reset him without his actual body. HOW EXACTLY DID YOU MAKE HIM WORK AGAIN?

"yeah but still i think one his legs are incompatible, maybe i should shut down him again and remove both to che-"

".....the right one." he interjected, interrupting you before you get the idea of doing some procedures on his body without notice, it would be very unnerving to have both of his legs gone again

"It spoke./He spoke!!" Grim and You said in synchrony as you lift his head up with both of your hands

it's warm, you're warm like how a human should be.

you snickered as you prop him up properly again "try not put your head down too low from now on, your head or eyeballs might fall off" What.

the cap of the glass capsule he was in earlier was conveniently placed infront of him, it was so reflective he could see himself sitting so... poised

it was his turn to examine himself next

his face is stil the same as before, his eyes are the same color as what he has before the scavengers took it. he noticed a ribbon tightly attached to his collar, as if to stuck his head to the torso. he's wearing something similar to what a person would wear in a baroque tea party. the outfit is assorted in white, black, yellow and red accessories like the cape covering his back, the white rose corsage dripping in red, the sash draped on his waist and lastly, the golden crown on top of his head. he's dressed like a display doll rather than a assistant bot.

you notice how he tapped around his body trying to figure out what's up with the clothing you gave him

"do you like it? It was Grim that suggested i dress you that way, he said it fits your face" He don't know? he doesn't have a an opinion about it, what kind of android would be?

"Did you just played dress up with my body-- err head?" he asked frowning at you two with his eyebrows striking together.

"we didn't just dress you for fun though, well there might be a little fun in the process BUT THE POINT IS-"

"The point is, these garments serves purpose on holding you together so your body won't disassemble" You said as you look directly at his black grey eyes, those eyes really fit him.

you stood up from your position and went to your work table. picking up a staff that fabulously carved and designed.

"from now on you would be frail and delicate as a rose, that's why... here!" you hand him the staff hesitantly, hoping it'd be lightweight enough for him to carry

"you'll need it to get up and down the stairs or support your body if you have the feel to explore." you say, watching him examine the staff carefully

"but you still need to be careful until i found proper parts for your body, limit your movements okay?" you noticed how he looked a tad bit sad, he looks like a sad hedgehog

"Don't worry, I'm not forbidding you to go free on your own now, do whatever you want just as long you'd be careful so you won't fall-" you stopped talking when his gloves hand gripped the fabric of your shirt

"why exactly did you fix me? assuming this is your workplace and you are actually a mechanic, i didn't even have a body left anymore yet you still... " his mechanical voice startled you

"well, you're still working aren't you? it'd be such a waste now if a good android like you get discarded to no return" you held his gloved hand lifting it up to your face

"Do you have a name i can call you? hopefully i didn't reset your memory that much that you forgot it" you chuckled as your rub your fingers on his knuckles

it took him a few minutes to search his memory on what his creator used to call him before mumbling "....Riddle." and looking away from you

"Riddle right? then let me properly introduce myself.... and that gremlin over there is Grim" you snicker at the offended look of your android cat with your comment

"I, scavenger of the Ramshackle Lab, welcome you back to the world Riddle." your smile alone had made promises to him. taking your hand would mean he'll trust you like how he is to his creator

how could he not trust the one who fixed him?

you learned the hard way that Riddle had his own artificial intelligence even if he didn't got a code, when you found out he actually came from the Rosehearts Pharmaceuticals Enterprise AND the personal assistant bot to Mrs. Rosehearts herself you were to shocked you started to shriek, he scolded at you for being too loud at the information, although the restart you did at him did affect his memories and he can't seem to remember how exactly did he end up in a dumpsite where you don't usually explore it didn't affect his intelligence at all.

it was proven whenever he helps you at your workshop when you fix up Ace and Deuce or him alone, recommending tips on how to properly mend thr androids you keep

For some reason he is happy when you gave that house rulebook to him which he forcefully made the other androids to follow most of the times when you're around or not. you recommended him that he should tone down his strictness since it interferes with your work sometimes.

he did follow it and to your relief, cut the androids skme slack but of course the strictness was now directed at you. he's little bit of a worrywart, making sure you follow your schedule properly you definitely once assumed he'd cut your head off if you don't. you didn't mind, it's just his instinct to be a an assistant after all

other than that you were also happy he finally got along with the other especially at the HRTSLBYL Androids you assigned him to watch over. he's been really helpful

so why did Mrs.Rosehearts throw him out again? even worser he literally didn't have a body when you found him, yes of course the Rosehearts Enterprise is a huge deal, they have a lot of money to buy new androids to help them, but Riddle is likely stuck with her most of the times and some of his memories are from when he was helping her with work.

why exactly did Mrs. Rosehearts threw him away? let him be scavenged even.

is it because of his awareness?

a lot of androids you took in had their own mind of some sort, they have their own personalities and such but it never really bothered you since you finally had human like company surrounds you and not just soulless robots that follows around but is it really because of that awareness they get discarded for?

you look at him arguing with the two HRTSLBYL androids on the garden from the distance, his heels and staff sink to the ground in his fury targeted at Ace and Deuce.

maybe it's because they act more human than actual humans does.

"Why you little- The rules said-"

"I'm so happy you three are getting along" you walk over to them, chuckling at their antics

Riddle sighed, Ace and Deuce on the other hand brightens up and ran over to you complaining about Riddle being strict again

"They wouldn't even try cutting the hedge of the bushes, im trying to lecture them to do their jobs as androids." he scold, you laughed

"Cut us some slack Riddle, it's not like those bushes are going to be a tree and plus our battery drains out faster isn't that right?" Ace slinged his over your shoulder and ultimately clung to you wih a smug face that mafe Riddle fume even more

"Get your hands off them and do your job already OR ELSE IT'LL BE OFF WITH YOUR HEAD WITH THESE SHEARS" he turned red as the other two squeaked and ran off inside the house.

"What did i say about being to tight on those two? i know they are your favorite to drill on but still..."

"Hmph, it is only you that tolerates those twos behavior. my suggestion would be disciplining them to be proper androids to protect you or even help around" and now he's lecturing you, its this way how he acts is the reason why Ace and Deuce do more effort on avoiding him rather than following him

"It's alright Riddle, trust me. there's more things they can do other than gardening and helping around here." you try to convince him

"i don't get why you are in their defense, they don't follow rules at all." he contradict

"Rules are meant to be broken after all"

"no, they aren't. they are made to be followed"

"Come on now, Rules are ridiculous. i bet there's even a rule on that rulebook about one should not lay down on this very grassfield because it's forbidden"

"actually-" Riddle stops when he you suddenly plopped down on the ground laying face up the sky like a deadman

"HEY!! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?" he panicked as he crouched down immediately at your levek trying to check you vitals inside his scanning eyes, his panic reside when you brightly laughed

"so there is one huh? i wonder who wrote that Rulebook" you grinned

"huh?"

"Actually, Sam from the store sold me it. it doesn't belong to this house in the first place"

"HUH!?" His shocked face is funny. he's really ridiculous

"Come on Riddle, lay down. it feels nice" you say breathing in the fresh air of your garden you could hardly smell in the streets of a nearby android dumpsite

"O-okay..." he laid down besides you, carefully. he lets his staff roll on his side not far from his reach, you must've been working hard that you dozed off almost immediately after laying down and inviting him. he in the other hand rolled over to your side to watch you sleep the world away, completely ignorant of his presence.

but it's you

the one who didn't give up on him and worked on hours trying to find compatible parts for him, the one to let him be free to leave whenever he want, free to make his own choices, free to decided what path he'll take.

your personality, your appearance, your condition that he ever worries about on. that's what makes you his favorite human

a human that he likes the most

you made him feel emotions a normal Android wouldn't feel, you were the one he'll promise to protect forever.

the human he loves the most.

[therapist-for-spaceverse-gimmick]

yeah! First we need to find their names

Hi... Long time not see, I wamt to speak about some memory things, and maybe one bad moment, maybe many bad moments

- @hygiea-official

Okay then! Let’s talk, come, come and sit!

[greedyhoneyz]

Days After Last

.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: anakin skywalker x reader .ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: "there is no death, there is the force." life returns to the soul of one once beloved. .ೃ࿔* wc: 1.9k words. ೃ࿔*:･cw: angst. death? claustrophobia? rising from the dead. fluff at the end. .ೃ࿔*:･author’s notes: really wanted to write another story for anakin, it has been time since ive written one for him. this is a a sequel to till death do us part but can be read as a standalone.

In pure blackness, stillness came. It rippled across her skin, its bitterness pumped through her blood, its chilliness brought the synapses of her brain to a standstill. The air was heavy with the scent of impending dread; the silence was only splintered by the howling storm. But then, a faint stirring, a flutter of eyelids, and a gasp of breath shattered the quietude.

Her eyes shot wide, her vision blurred and shrouded by darkness. Fright clung to her skin as her hands frantically padded against the walls around her. Each breath she took burned her lungs with the anguish of deprivation.

She fought against the oppressive mass pressing down on her chest and with trembling limbs and the beat of her heart pulsating through her ears, pounded her fists against the lid above. Torment and despair fuelled her movements; her desperate screams fell on deaf ears.

Push. Terror purged through her mind.

Push. Woe slithered around her heart.

Push. Rage palpitated through her blood.

With a final surge of strength, (name) willed her willpower, her muscles strained and pushed against the lid. It slowly creaked open and a glimpse of silver light filtered in.

A wash of air sifted in and caught (name) between bated breaths as she carefully rose to hands and knees. She clawed her way out of her tomb and wobbled onto her feet.

The dim light unveiled an empty scene, eerie and bitter, yet pristine.

Bewilderment had struck (name) numb.

She shivered, nerved by the questions whirling through her mind as she gawked at the stained glass window staring at her from above.

It was her, she was sure. She, in the finest of garments and the brightest of colours. Muralised as if death had come before her.

She stumbled forward, her steps unsteady and erratic and hastened through the dimness. The world around her no longer seemed familiar. It was distant, foreign.

With each trembling step, (name) journeyed from her coffin and hobbled towards the grey, stony doors. She willed it open, her hands wilted and flung herself to the greater outdoors.

The horizon stretched out before her. The sky, a wollen grey, swirled in steady ripples. The thickest fog covered the sky as thousands of liquid globes conjured across the planet's floor.

Step by agonizing step, (name) ventured into the unknown. Alone in the morning gloom, guided by one thought.

Anakin.

Faces blurred together in a maelstrom of confusion and commotion, and yet she paid them no heed, as she screamed. “Anakin!”

Over and over, she screamed his name, her lustrous gaze lost with fright as she wept. Icy droplets cascaded over her skin like a million tiny needles, the cold seeping into her bones, sending shivers down her spine.

She pressed on, her yells shadowed by the disbelief of strangers as they gathered around the town square, watching.

“Anakin!” (name) screeched at the top of her lungs, her throat hoarse. “Anakin!”

In a fit of hysteria, (name) stumbled to the floor, her face to the pavement. She lay still, nestled beneath spattering raindrops and pleaded wretchedly, her bloodshot eyes cloaked beneath her eyelids as she clawed at the earth beneath her. “Please…please…bring him…”

“Bring me Anakin!”

The woman, wrapped in the finest of garments and with eyes that seemed to hold anguish, lay in the centre of the square, drenched, chanting in a language unknown to those who gathered around her. Some whispered that she was a witch, while others dismissed her as simply a drunkard lost in a haze of intoxicated delusions. But as the woman's chants grew louder and more hysteric, a sense of unease began to settle over the crowd. Her wails seemed to hold a power all their own, a rhythmic cadence that pulsed through the air like a beating drum, sending a coldness through the souls of those who listened.

A single man, his face shadowed by the hood of his dark cloak, found himself drawn to the soporific chants of the woman. He, a stranger amidst the crowd, braved a step forward and approached the woman. He peered at her from beneath his hood and stared down at her face, taking in her features as she wept.

The woman’s eyes locked onto his; her chanting ceased. She clung to his leg, clawing at his cloak and pants and pined at the stranger. “Help me,” She begged sullenly, her voice was soft and filled with profound sadness.

The stranger, a man of few words, dropped to his knees. His hood staggered across his hair, draping behind his head to unveil the face of a man struck with shock. At a loss for words, the man watched, frenzied, as the woman sobbed. He eased a hand from his sides and placed a careful hand on the woman’s shoulder.

She jolted and let out a deeply troubled yell, visibly repulsed at his touch. She stumbled back, clambering on her hands and knees and nestled into herself, tucking her head into her chest and folding her legs beneath her.

The man, promptly, stood to his feet and waved his arms as dismay settled amidst the gathered townspeople. He paid them no head and motioned his fingers, and one by one, strangers shadowed by their dark cloaks emerged from the crowd.

They followed his commands and approached (name), her body sheltered within herself. They grasped her, two men at each arm and heaved her overhead as she thrashed and screamed. The strangers were unrelenting, the faces stern beneath their hoods.

They carried (name) away, and her chants of restlessness and sorrow faded into the distance, leaving behind a palpable sense of unease as the townspeople watched the strange figures disappear further and further from their view.

And as the storm clouds above howled and wept, the memory of the strange woman, the strange man, and the strange figures lingered on for as long as her chants echoed through their minds and rippled through the air.

Thunder quenched the planet’s earth with cocoons of black and dagged patterns of silver. From the temple windows, flashes of light ricocheted from the heaven ceiling in sporadic internals, and a dark rumbling bequeathed a percussion of hail.

From behind the fabrics of drabness and solitude, Anakin Skywalker stalked through the halls of the Jedi Temple with a heavy heart. It drummed through his ears with a rhythmic pulse and followed in beat to the clatter of his dark boots.

He navigated through the corridors, his eyes fixed ahead, alert. With each step he took, his dark cloak swished with power and persistence whilst his mind clustered in thoughts of dread and panic. He wore a scowl, his eyebrows tightly furrowed together, and his nostrils flared.

“Anakin,”

Obi-Wan spoke with words littered with disbelief and apprehension. He approached the young man with a careful hand and walked in tune with the rhythmic thumping of his feet. “You mustn’t approach her with haste.”

Anakin halted but hadn’t turned. “And why shouldn’t I?”

Exhaling deeply, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and hung his head. “She isn’t the same,” he breathed carefully, raising his head. “She doesn’t remember–”

“She has forgotten me?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, a tremble glinted in his voice. “No…. No. She calls for you”

“Then I must come,” Anakin’s voice tinged with concern. “I must see her.”

At the end of the long corridor, a door stood. Behind it, laid his wife, in flesh and blood.

He believed it true.

Without hesitation, he pushed it open, his heart thundering in his chest.

“Master Skywalker, Master Obi-Wan, you've arrived.” Master Varik was a man of few words, stern and firm, yet he spoke with an earnest sense of glumness and unease. He approached the two men with a distant glimmer clung to his eyes.

“The princess is resting.” He declared sharply, his hands tightly plastered to his back.

“Is she alright?”

“Yes,” Master Varik nodded. “She’s cold, confused but fine. The medic has assured me so.”

“Where is she?” Anakin attempted to wrestle his impatience beneath a tone layered with respect and prestige, however, his anger overtook and ruptured the quiet gloom that surrounded the three men.

“Master Skywalker, I must warn you that this is not the time for our emotions to run free. We must be patient; by the stars, the princess has returned…. But she is greatly disturbed; we mustn’t send her into a frenzy.”

Anakin dropped his shoulders, defeat inflated his being and looked heavenward. “I…understand.”

“Come.”

Swiftly, Master Varik twirled and waded through the halls of the temple. The final door stood at the corner of the hallway and opened to unveil (name).

“…my stars…”

Lost in her thoughts, (name) stood by the temple windows and gazed at the cityscape. Her delicate features bathed beneath the soft glow of its city lights, casting a dreamlike quality over her as she peered out into the night. Her beauty, her damp dress, and the way her eyes glistened with unspoken emotions, spell-bounded Anakin.

As he watched her, a sense of melancholy and longing passed over him. He longed to touch, to hold her in his arms and chase away the shadows that seemed to haunt her.

And as she turned away, Anakin felt his heart swell. No longer did she wear the face of a body devoid of colour from the decay of death. She was warm in colour, alive and free from the solitude of her shadowy tomb.

“…Anakin.” (name) breathed out slowly, boring her eyes into his own. She reached for him, limping forward, and wailed, her steps faltering.

Falling into him, her sobs wracked her body with convulsions. She shuddered under Anakin, his arms carefully swarmed around. He squeezed her tight, her soiled cheek to his hard chest and looked on begrudgingly.

(name’s) voice was muted as she began, but slowly grew inches louder to a careful whisper. “It was so dark.” Sob. “I couldn’t breathe.” Sob. “I looked for you.” Sob. “I swear I did, I swear–”

“It’s okay.” Anakin soothed faintly, his voice hinted with tenderness and compassion. His gentle hand combed across her back and scored across her head as she leaned into his embrace. She clung to him, her tears staining his cloak, Anakin held her close.

As minutes stretched into hours, the intensity of (name’s) tears began to cease, and her breathing paced to a stammered rise and fall as she nestled into a void of peace in Anakin’s embrace. She looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen, but filled with bliss.

“….Anakin,” She whispered, her voice hoarse but filled with contentment and lured a fatigued smile to her face. “I found you.”

He cupped her cheeks in his hands and bored his eyes into hers. His eyes glimmered, and his hopeful gaze shone down at (name) as he carefully reared his head. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, rubbing at her satin skin and fluttered his eyes shut as (name) slowly lulled herself to slumber. She slumped against his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck and whistled a melody of soundless snores.

With his arms swaddled around her, Anakin enveloped her slumber with an embrace brimmed with longing and oddity. He looked on at the city walls, disbelieved yet content as the molten sky hissed and howled erratically, and a torrent of rain reigned hell over Coruscant. The clouds above that gathered, in colours of greys, blacks and silver, pulsed with bold streaks of lightning, steady and strident.

[dramioneasks]

Hy! Can you recommend fics with draco having hermione as his mate? The darker the better! Oh and I'm looking for long completed fics where D is possessive and protective.

Thanks xx!

Broken Wings - Luvkyloreylo - M, WIP - Now: Her torture had twisted something inside him, unique in comparison to others who’d crossed his home’s threshold. Draco wasn’t sure how to name it. The manor was saturated by blood, death�� how would hers make any difference. She’d escaped once before. But this time… Hermione Granger was lined up being tortured by his aunt yet again to entertain the masses, along side other captives. His silver eyes fell to the floor to keep their glassiness from view.

Your Soul and Mine - In_Dreams - M, one-shot - Draco is measured and sentenced for his crimes during the war by an unseen force. Suspended within the desolate landscape between life and death, he’s forced to claim souls until his debt is paid. But what happens when one of those souls is the other half of his own? Grim Reaper AU.

Mon Couteau Aiguise (My Sharp Knife) - gillianeliza - E, 99 chapters, Words: 169,542 - “And you understand, I assume, the implications of wearing a piece of jewelry such as the one you have around your wrist?” Professor Snape asked. Hermione looked down at the bracelet in question, remembering the warm and joyful sensation of it first being clasped around her. The words Draco had spoken – will you have me? Will you accept me? “I do, sir,” she answered in her best impersonation of confidence. “But Miss Granger… I must ask – do you understand the cost?” Her brows pulled together. “The cost, sir?” “The Dark Lord will return, girl… When he returns, Lucius – and I for that matter – must resume our places at his side.” Hermione still said nothing, which she could tell surprised her potions professor greatly, so he continued. “What do you think will happen to Draco when his father once again becomes a follower of the Dark Lord?” The sticky dread clawed its way up her throat, as if choking her. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes as she thought of the implications. “So I ask you again, Miss Granger, do you understand the cost?” This work is a dark, Death Eater Hermione AU that begins during third year. Eventual canon divergence. Please read all tags!

To Build a Home - likelyunfinished - E, WIP - It’s been eight years since she’s seen him and eight years since he’s held her in his arms. They spent the time separate but unknowingly together - now he is ready to come out of the shadows but she is unprepared for the second shock of her lifetime. His words rang true then and they do now, “in this lifetime and in the next, for however long our souls remain, mine will always find yours”.

Title: Not Quite Dark Magic Author: hiccupfound Rating: M Genre(s): Angst, Romance Chapters: 30 Word Count: 107,154 Summary: Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They’ve created a new spell that binds two people’s magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists.Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.

A Game of High Stakes - In_Dreams - E, 51 chapters, Words: 263,110 - In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord’s favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he’s trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

False-Hearted - its_banannaz, Literalily - E, 42 chapters - Hermione Granger has the potential to be more, MUCH more. And now, she’s ready to climb her way to the top, no matter what it takes.Sick of her insincere “friends” and their lack of recognition, Hermione makes a decision that alters the outcome of the war. If no one will put Hermione Granger first, she’ll simply have to do it herself. There is no good or bad, not anymore. It’s about what gets her where she deserves to be. After reaching a boiling point, she does something that no one ever expected - she becomes a Death Eater. But not just any Death Eater - Voldemort’s apprentice.Playing both sides, Hermione Granger now holds more power than anyone realizes. Is it so wrong to be false-hearted when you’re finally putting yourself first?

-Lisa

[gnarlygoth]

you will always be a murderer ( logan angst art )

REBLOGS > LIKES

tw scars and guns! mild blood.

i always draw him happy or stuff, but he's actually like, a very troubled person.

"you will always be a murderer"

killed his parents in a freak accident at age 17 and still hasnt gotten over it.

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[nctsworld]

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[moreespressoformydepresso]

Guess who started plagiarizing their own AU’s?

I got another fix-it with ✨angst✨ because I was thinking about how much Nero Price hates the districts for forcing him and his family into cannibalism and it made me think: “if starvation made him hate them, could it make them start to fight for them?” And then I thought about my starvation fix-it AU (featuring @spiralling-thoughts) and this was born.

Instead of the starvation happening before the games, it happens during the games, which takes place about a week or two later than it was supposed to due to rebel activity (read: Sejanus and a few good mentors fucking shit up for Gaul). The premise here is simple: these extra weeks gave the tributes the time to bond (and also none of them died because Sejanus Does Not Agree With That) and now none of them can stomach killing one another. So what’s the other option? Uhm… waiting until fate decides the victor? So once they’re finally thrown into the arena and the buzzer sounds they run into the tunnels like they did in canon (but with more kids), but the big difference is that nobody gets out. Some get a weapon just to be safe but the few kids that run into one another don’t really do anything. Think the Foxface-Katniss interaction at the start of the 74th Hunger Games. Lucky tries to get everyone hyped up every single time only to be sorely disappointed when they stare each other down only to sprint in the opposite direction mere seconds later.

At first, Gaul isn’t particularly bothered by how hilariously she’s being proven wrong because they can just starve out the tributes and surely they’ll start swinging at each other soon enough right? This might even be better than how things usually go! Except then the kids start to notice some are getting more food than others and they’re not about that. Coral sharing with Mizzen and Tanner is written off by their alliance, but then things start escalating. It starts with Lamina calling a clearly starved Wovey over and giving her all except two of her food packets. Then Lucy Gray and Jessup (who does not have rabies and neither does Reaper because Brandy (who is in the pack with Coral and Not Dead) threw the rabbid raccoon away a little further) trade their water for Sol and Hy’s food. Treech considers stealing Dill’s food and water but decides to help her consume it instead and somehow this keeps Dill from dying (Felix. The answer is Felix. He used his presidential family card to sneak antibiotics into her water bottles). Then before anyone knows it the tributes are all keeping tabs on who’s eaten what and they start rationing out so everyone gets the food they need. The older kids tells the younger ones that they’re deliberately feeding them more because growing you know? But the Capitol sure notices. When we get to day five, Gaul decides that enough is enough and orders a full stop to all sponsor gifts to try and force the tributes to start killing each other.

They do no such thing.

Instead, they start doubling down on their decision to stick this thing out together and start catching any rodents they can to feed to the youngest kids while ignoring the slowly growing hunger within them. Do those Capitol bastards really think they can get to them with starvation? Please, this is their daily jam. They’ve gotten this far, a little hunger won’t break them now. So they wait. They wait and they survive. It gets harder and harder for the older tributes, who are allowing themselves to starve for the sake of their younger companions and are slowly running out of fuel to keep going, but not once do they comply with what they know the Capitol wants from them. At some point it becomes pure shared spite more than anything.

Meanwhile, the Capitol citizens watch this go down and have their view of the world shaken up considerably. These kids know just a little too much about dealing with extreme food shortage for this to be their first rodeo. The delusion that the districts haven’t suffered as much as the Capitol did during the siege is completely shattered when the kids start sharing their best starvation cope tactics that make it clear this is a regular occurrence for them. Slowly, more and more information is shown to them as they watch the kids they saw as violent beasts be nothing but caring and kind to one another. It hits especially hard for the Price family, who spent so much time loathing the districts for their decision to resort to cannibalism only to find out that the Capitol has pushed the districts right to that edge for years. How can they call themselves better when they’ve done the exact same thing they resent the districts for? When they’ve arguably done worse because they’re punishing innocents? That last line of thinking becomes particularly unavoidable when the younger kids start taking up more screentime. Why do they do this? Because the older tributes are starting to succumb to starvation. They all look skeletal and half-dead, but the oldest tributes have given up so much food that it’s clear they can barely move. They do a good job of hiding it around the younger kids but once they’re out of sight under the guise of searching for more insects and rodents to eat they collapse and curl up to fight off the hunger pangs. When the young kids are asleep all the older ones clearly sag as their energy depletes. It reminds the Capitol citizens of how they’d hide their fatigue and physical deterioration from their kids and loved ones, desperate to hold it together, only to break down once they were alone.

When the first tribute stops being able to move, the Capitol has had enough. Perhaps Marcus, Coral, and Reaper scream their lungs out at the camera over the hypocrisy and cruelty and then mockingly asking the Capitol what they’re gonna do about this show of rebellion. This refusal to fight. Starve them? Kill them? What more can they do?! That’s the final straw. The more sympathetic citizens refuse to watch for even a second longer. They do the one thing the Capitol feared:

They rebel

Maybe they force the government to get the kids out. Maybe they get some peacekeepers on their side and storm the arena first to make sure not one more innocent life is lost. Either way, they realize that silence isn’t any better than being the monster. Seeing suffering and standing by is just as cruel as causing that suffering in the first place. If they storm the arena they bring easily digestible food and liquid calories to avoid refeeding syndrome or nausea from overeating so they can start helping the kids readjust and heal. Of course there’s a lot of distrust from the kids at first, but they’re in no position to refuse food. So they take it, and for once the oldest kids don’t mind eating first because who knows what these Capitol assholes put in it? Of course it turns out it’s not poisoned so they start to accept it a little more openly while the politics are handed and arrangements are made to get the kids back home. Gaul tries to stop this, but nobody listens to her anymore. Her lab’s destroyed under “mysterious circumstances” and as her career comes to a fiery end, she herself does too. When legal repercussions for her heinous actions is threatened by the parents of several academy students she endangered, she attempts to flee the country. What chance of winning does she have when one of the litigants is President Ravinstill himself??? Felix was a little upset about Dill’s pain and he wasn’t about to let it slide but since persecuting her for the hunger games wouldn’t work due to law changes not working retroactively this was the next best thing. Either way, certain people (the mentors) caught wind of the fact that this vile monster of a woman was trying to escape the consequences of her actions and they decided to remain one step ahead by becoming the mysterious circumstances credited with her disappearance. By which I mean she came to a slow death in her home. Possibly through invisible toxic gas, possibly through burning to death, possibly through her own predator muttations given her scent to hunt down. Who knows? Better question is who cares? The mentors have become closer to their tributes and their friendships last well beyond the fixing of all the problems in this mess of a country and all’s well that ends well.

[kindlingkeen]

Can you tell us anything about "that thing from that ask"? The vagueness has intrigued me

(From the wip title ask game)

It’s from this ask from the lovely @hy-5ive. And more specifically, this bit of my ramblings:

But how does that ripple fix Jason’s death, exactly? After Under the Hood, does Jay wake up buried in the rubble sometime later? Or has Jason’s initial resurrection become fixed in time—a nexus point, if you will, that keeps pulling Jay back in. Now that’s fun to daydream about.

The premise is that Jason wakes up post death by Batarang at the end of Under the Hood back in his coffin, 4 years in the past. He digs his way out, and because he’s not post death by crowbar there’s no head trauma, plus he’s faster this time around (practice makes perfect), so no anoxic brain injury. Which, together, means no catatonia. He is lowkey dying of hypovolemic shock tho, so he still ends up in a hospital. Enter Bruce. Angst and drama ensue. In a perfect world, I’d write this and post it for April 27 this year, but I’d probably get fired from my job for lack of productivity if I made that happen.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

Other answered wip title asks: Baby Bluejay, Adventures in co-parenting, Incident review #1, Incident review #2, TCItS part 2

[lookingfts]

AU idea, long distance Kanthony? There are some elements in Hush, but I'm thinking different continents. Like, how crazy their phone sex game is, or can you imagine what a reunion is like after not seeing each other for like 10 weeks? Or maybe they try being open to make the physical distance less frustrating, and it's a disaster.

Oh, there’s excellent angst potential for this one.

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Her heart sank when her phone buzzed, Anthony’s face popping up on the screen. Kate had already missed his last two calls – if she missed this one, he would start to think she was avoiding him.

She crept out of bed, careful not to wake Oscar. Tugging a robe around her body, Kate slipped into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub as she answered.

“Hey, babe,” he said softly, eyes crinkling with his warm smile. God, she missed that smile. She missed him so much it felt, sometimes, like it was tearing her apart from inside.

“Hey. It’s late, you okay?”

“Yeah. I was just helping Hy rehearse for her play. She’s really nervous.” There it was again – that fluttering in her stomach whenever he talked about his family. The fluttering that had preceded her falling in love with him. She hated that it was tainted now, like butterflies encased in concrete. “Were you about to take a bath? Isn’t it almost midnight?”

Kate cleared her throat. “Um, yeah. No. I just needed somewhere quiet to talk.”

The shift in his expression was almost instantaneous. Smile dropping, brows furrowing. It wasn’t hard to work out why she was sneaking around in her own flat. “Who is it?”

“That wasn’t the deal, Anthony. You said you didn’t want to know.”

“Well, I do.”

It was clear that he really didn’t, but Kate was a little flustered and found herself rambling to fill the tense silence. “Just a guy from an app. He was pretty clear about only wanting something casual, so…I don’t know. It worked.”

Anthony was making a face that she knew too well. The one where he was upset but trying to contain it, letting it build up inside him and drive him a little closer to snapping. She hated that she was the one causing that tension. “I should have checked before I called. You’re right, it’s late. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Wait, just-.” Kate squeezed her eyes shut, taking a centering breath. “He’s asleep. I haven’t gotten to talk to you in like a week. Let’s talk.”

Clenching his jaw, Anthony shook his head. “It just feels weird, knowing you’re with someone else. I’ll call you later.”

The frustration that had been bubbling up finally boiled over, and Kate heard the words leave her lips like they were coming from someone else. “You’re the one who wanted to be open,” she snapped, her throat feeling raw. “This is hard for me too, but I’m trying to make the best of it. I’m sure you had no problem falling back into old habits. How many women have you fucked?”

Even through the small screen, Anthony looked like she had just slapped him. She swore that his past didn’t matter to her, that his days of fucking around were understandable in light of the pressure he was under from his family. She’d never thrown it in his face like that, and she could see how badly it affected him.

Acid churned in her stomach. “Anthony-,” she tried.

“You’re the one who left,” he said simply, quietly. “Good night, Kate.”

And he hung up.

[modernsapphicism]

I have made mistakes, I continue to make them

Summary: Of all the things that Janis had predicted how this little stunt of theirs would end, Regina George being hit hy a bus wasn't one of them. Suddenly, all the overwhelming feelings she had buried deep down all those years ago comes resurfacing all at once over the sight of seeing the person she once called her best friend lying on the ground, helplessly bloodied and bruised. Something that Janis didn't think she would ever witness in her lifetime. Or, Janis' experience throughout the bus incident.

Warning(s): Just a little angst

Janis didn't see it. Somehow she wish she saw so she could've done something, anything.

She was being swallowed by the crowd, too hyped up by the moment to notice the giant yellow bus that came hurdling towards Regina. The blood-curdling screams of the students made her hyperaware of the surrounding and the next thing she knew, the bus had stopped and Regina was on the ground, a few feet away from where she was last seen standing in front of Cady.

The whole school was in shock of what happened, the red-head more than the rest of the students behind her, knowing full well she was in the front-row of the accident. Cady wasn't moving, most likely from the shock. She just stared at Regina's body with tears running down her cheeks. This wasn't supposed to happen.

It all came so fast and so slow at the same time. Janis doesn't remember much details from that moment but she does remember screaming and running towards Regina. No one has moved an inch and there was a student on the ground, bleeding out. Janis was seething with anger mixed with sorrow.

Janis ran and screamed. She screamed to the crowd to get the teachers, get the principal, to just fucking get anybody while she hurriedly settles down next to Regina's body, desperately wanting to touch the blonde, to cradle her, but refused to do so in order to avoid hurting her any further.

She looked down even with tears slightly blurring her vision and sees Regina bloody and bruised and dirty from all the dust and dirt of the road. She sees red splotches mixed with dirt and debris of the road, some few gashes from the inmpact and scraped skin from the rough road. Regina's eyes were barely open and was threatening to close any minute. Janis kept talking to her.

Regina stay with me, help is coming.

Don't you fucking dare close your eyes.

Fuck, Regina. Dont' you fucking dare go.

Regina, dont go...

Regina, stay, please...

Regina, I'm sorry...

And with the last words uttered, Regina's eyes fluttered to a close and Janis was terrified.

The next thing she knew, Janis was being dragged away by a teacher. It didn't even register to her that an ambulance had came and every adult in the whole school had come out of the building and surrounded the scene.

She didn't want to leave her friend's side so the best thing Janis could do was to scream and run once again. She managed to slip out of the teacher's grasp on her arm and ran towards Regina who was being assisted by the paramedics. It didnt last long until she was caught by Mr.Rapp and Mrs. Norbury, their grip strong but not hurting.

She flailed around, kicking and screaming, doing everything she can to escape their hold on her but any attempt was useless. Her body was slowly shutting down as well. Tears are still streaming down her cheeks and she sobbed uncontrollably. Mrs. Norbury kept talking to her, saying that it wouldn't do any good for anyone if Janis kept screaming at the people trying to help Regina. Her voice was almost a whisper but somehow Janis registered the words despite the blaring sounds of the ambulance, the chattering of the people standing by, and the sobs of some students. Janis resigns all her attempts and stands limply while being supported by the teacher, Mr. Rapp now standing a few feet beside her, and Mrs. Norbury still holding Janis by the shoulder and her back, this time her grip wasn't meant to stop her, but rather to at least comfort the student.

A second later, a car pulls up on the scene, revealing Mrs. George, frantic and devastated. Janis hears her shouting at Mr. Duvall, asking questions to him, the paramedics, and the police, to whoever would answer her questions of How did you let this happen? Who's responsible? Where is my daughter? Will my daughter be okay?

This was one of the few moments she saw Mrs. George act like an actual parent. Despite her flaws, Janis knew that Mrs. George cares and loves her daughter a lot. Regina was her mother's everything. Janis' heart sank at the scene.

That was the last moment Janis could clearly recall before her mind blacked out.

Janis didn't even know how she came home that day. She was told that her mom had picked her up and drover her home. She was allowed to take a few days off of school to process what happened. The whole class was permitted to take some time off just to sort everything out.

Few hours later, the news broke out that Regina had died for fifteen seconds but was luckily revived. The surgery was successful but she was still in a coma.

Janis stayed in bed all week, barely moving and barely eating.

Damian had texted her just to check if she was doing okay. Janis didn't have the energy to respond and left him on read.

The next day, Damian came over. Janis couldn't hold it in anymore at the sight of her best friend. She blamed herself for everything and sobbed all night.

She shouldn't have started this whole revenge party. She only wanted Regina to get a taste of her own medicine, not whatever nightmare this is.