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BITTER REWARD

--- Part 3: Mourning ✧

Pairings- Dark!Sebastian Sallow x F!Auror!Reader x Auror!Ominis Gaunt Summary- Sebastian escapes from Azkaban after 8 years. The Ministry were on high alert and searching for the escaped fugitive. Newspapers and flyers spread with the danger that could come within encounter. Sebastian Sallow’s face was plastered all over public and communal areas of the Ministry. After working for the Ministry for years, MC and Ominis Gaunt were cut off from the search. The Ministry’s numbers as of late were short due to ongoing violent events and kidnappings. Both aurors were denied any involvement due to conflict of interest. They were secretly put under a watchful eye in case the fugitive decided to reach out to one of his old friends. After 2 weeks, the search proved fruitless. It was almost as if the man had disappeared into thin air. Due to lack of resources, the search and security lessened when it came to Sallow. This was, quote, only a temporary decision until something new came up.This was exactly what Sebastian Sallow was hoping for. After a watchful eye and a calculated risk, he bids his time before cornering you. As painful as it was, waiting a little longer would prove to be rewarding. Warnings- 18+, language, trauma, depression, angst, aged up characters, explicit content later on. Word Count- 9,201 Words Author’s Notes- So so much angst, I apologize in advance. Thank you for bearing with me, it’s been a rough past month. Love you all ❤

Writing Masterlist -- Part: 2 Reaping -- Part 4: Saving

There was a fire. A light shining on the onslaught that spread over the once empty street.

Everything was destroyed. Boxes, wagons, barrels, street lamps, windows, brick wall.

The broken wood appeared like dark paint against the stoned floor. The fire was growing slowly, taking more and more. Sebastian paid it no mind.

His eyes did not move from MC as he held her. One hand held her against the wall, his thumb digging into her skin. The rest of his fingers gripping her neck. His hold was unbreakable.

The other hand held her wand, pointing it against her chest.

MC was immobile, unable to shake him. She could practically sense the of dark magic on his clothes. The stench was almost suffocating. She must be dreaming.

“You- You of all people-,” his voice cracked. His emotion was so raw. She could not look away.

“You were with me. You were there every single step of the way- For Anne. You- I gave all my trust, you had my unconditional loyalty.”

He breathed hard, his eyes pierced into hers. Nothing could have prepared her for what he confessed next. “You had me. All of me.”

MC breathed through her nose. She was struggling to stay still now, she wanted to protest.

But Sebastian did not let her.

“Of all the people that could have reported me and had me punished.. You.”

His face came closer and his nose almost touched her cheek. He was smiling now, empty and cynical.

“But tell me, I am curious..” MC felt her wand move up her chest and press hard against her chin. “When I was thrown in Azkaban, did it make you feel good…” His voice was dripping with poison. “… hero of Hogwarts?”

MC felt his hand tighten around her neck as she refused to reply. She gasped softly, moving her hand over his in response. His hold was tightening slowly, his eyes not moving from hers.

Then a voice spoke, and it came from behind Sebastian.

“I am the one that turned you in.”

Sebastian tensed, feeling a wand press against his back. MC could see dark figure looming over his shoulder. Ominis had appeared so silently, a daunting threat.

Ominis looked pale, his skin bright in the dark. His eyes were set on Sebastian, not blinking or moving. His mouth was tight, cautious and unmoving.

He appeared like an arch angel.

“Ominis,” Sebastian breathed through his teeth. Sebastian didn't seem to care about who had turned him in. It was clear. Sebastian saw them both equally as guilty. MC blinked as she watched Sebastian’s expression. She felt the wand in his hand press against her skin harder and she winced.

“Put the wand down. Now,” Ominis demanded.

Sebastian could not look away from MC. Almost as if he was seeing Ominis through the reflection in her eyes. A crazed flash appeared on Sebastian’s face and she was being pulled from the wall. The wand that was pressed to her chin was now pressed to her neck. She was in front of Sebastian now, a shield.

“I don’t think I will Ominis,” Sebastian answered. The wand moved from her neck to her cheek.

MC could feel his arm wrap around her middle as he stood behind her.

“This is between me and you Sebastian. She was not as involved as you believe her to be.”

Ominis was starting to look more distressed. The grip on his wand was turning white. The longer MC looked at Ominis, the more clear it was that he was slightly shaken. She could only focus on the blue of his eyes as they looked in her direction.

Again, Sebastian did no seem to be listening to Ominis. He only hummed and looked at Ominis over her shoulder. He was watching his old friend, registering his movement and distance. Sebastian was already calculating his next move as he continued talking.

“You took me away from Anne when she needed me the most,” Sebastian’s cynicism was gone instantly. His voice was deep and deadly. “You took me away from her when everyone had given up.. I could have found it. I could have found a cure for Anne."

Sebastian’s eyes flashed in Ominis’ direction as he continued to look over MC’s shoulder. There was no trace of forgiveness. “That is not something I could ever forget.”

The expression on Ominis’ eyes changed. He seemed to be understanding Sebastian’s responses and tone when speaking about Anne. Ominis was set on explaining the truth to Sebastian as MC stood between the two of them with shaking hands.

Ominis voice was quiet, the sharpness and hostility was gone. “Sebastian, your sister Anne-”

The Auror was unable to finish his sentence before a green light was flashing over his face. Ominis protected himself just on time, his features contorted into surprise and indignation.

Sebastian could not handle hearing Ominis speak Anne’s name. Sebastian had been the first to attack. He had pushed MC away and she fell to his left. To her panic, she remained on the floor unmoving. She could not move and only watched as Ominis and Sebastian went for each other’s throats.

Ominis side stepped and moved quickly as Sebastian continued his onslaught of spells. Sebastian kept his spells going without a single pause. Every spell and curse pounced down on Ominis like a chaotic wave. Each one potent and striking.

Ominis was light on his feet and blocked every single move. The past 8 years of experience was visible at that moment. Ominis had years of experience of dealing with dark wizards. He moved without faltering, hesitation, or recklessness. He moved with fluidity and poise.

In comparison, Sebastian was clearly lacking from years of imprisonment. Sebastian had only acquired a wand two weeks ago. But he was not intimidated by the Auror in front of him. Seeing his old friend did not stop him from being being a threat, untamed, and unyielding.

She watched as Sebastian used her wand as he stepped closer to Ominis.

“I blame myself everyday Sebastian.”

Ominis spoke while he dodged and deflected Sebastian’s spells. Sebastian only responded with quickening his attacks. Hie expression was hard and violent. It was clear that he did not want to hear Ominis speak about his guilt. But Ominis did not stop.

“I blame myself for ruining your life. I should not have turned you in. That was not the solution.” Ominis was pained and ashamed. “Turning you in- That was the biggest loss in my life.”

MC couldn’t move, she couldn’t respond to Ominis when Sebastian refused to. Ominis had never expressed these feelings to her and she was hearing them for the first time. She wanted to tell him it was not only his blame to take. MC’s eyes watered, that was the only thing she could do while she remained on the floor. Sebastian was not taking in Ominis’ words very well. His breathing turned haggard as he tried to disarm Ominis.

“I will never forgive myself for what you have become Sebastian. I know you will never forgive me. But listen to me when I tell you that Anne-”

Ominis then fell on the ground and landed on his side. His expression contorted into pain. He writhed in pain and screamed. His cape moved under his body, his clothed torso was exposed to the cold air. His silver pocket watch fell on to the floor with a thud. Ominis’ body did not stop shaking until some time, leaving MC feeling desperate and hysterical by the sight in front of her. Sebastian had used the torture curse on Ominis. And she could not stop him.

Sebastian stepped closer to Ominis, watching him with wide eyes. He inched closer and watched him until Ominis stopped shaking. Ominis’ lips trembled and he let out a pained exhale.He was made to endure the agony from his nightmares. And Sebastian had been the one to make him relive that torment. Ominis could not remember how torturous this was when he was younger. But it had been a hundred times worse.

Ominis was unwilling to get up, his strength had given in. He was at Sebastian’s feet. His breath was hallow.

Sebastian got down on one knee and pulled Ominis into a sitting position against the wall.

To her horror, she watched as Sebastian muttered one word under his breath. Obliviate.

MC could not do anything to stop him. She felt intense and deep anger building in her chest. She blinked her tears making it hard to watch the scene any longer.

MC was pulled up and she almost felt her throat close in panic. She was already anticipating hearing the same spell from Sebastian. But she was pulled up until she was standing. And instead of obliviate, she heard something worse. Imperio.

MC was moving, walking down the street and away from the scene. She walked away from Ominis’ body. She was heading in the direction they had initially came from.

Walk. Walk to your apartment.

Sebastian pressed her wand against her back as she continued to walk. MC struggled with the voice in her mind, she was fighting. When she reached her building, she saw no lights from the windows. She fought for control, wanting no more than to yell and scream. She needed to alert someone. Anyone.

MC walked up the stairs until she reached her apartment door. She waited as Sebastian came to stand next to her. He unlocked the door and waited for her to walk in before closing it behind them. Sebastian looked around the apartment and walked into every room with the wand pointing. When he was sure no one else was there with them, he looked back at MC’s body near the door.

Grab your belongings.

MC involuntarily moved in the direction of her room. Her hands grabbed a suitcase and started to grab garments of clothing from her dresser. Just stop. You are not going anywhere with him.

MC was not giving up, why is she listening to that voice in her head?

Grab your belongings fast.

MC walked out of her room with the closed suitcase in her hands. She did not let it go, her grip was unbreakable. Let it go.

MC watched Sebastian as he walked around her apartment. His back faced her, he was looking at his surroundings with a new found interest. Sebastian’s attention was elsewhere. He leaned over her coffee table, picking up the photographs. He put down her wand on the table in the process. He didn’t seem to hear the suitcase when it fell on the wooden floor.

Within seconds, chaos exploded in the quiet atmosphere. The sound of glass exploding, wood breaking, and furniture being dragged engulfed the air.

MC had broken out of the imperius curse. And she had taken advantage of his distraction to use non-verbal spells. Her wand had started to move on table, glowing in response.

Sebastian only had time to fall to the left and avoid the stunning curse. He had crawled behind the couch for cover.

Her wand rolled in her direction, clattering on to the floor. But before MC’s eyes could focus on her wand, Sebastian had pulled his own and was already responding to her attack. MC barely avoided the red light and she felt it fly past her and hit the window. The glass fell behind her, spreading all over the paneled floor. She rolled into the doorway of the bedroom, using the wall as cover. Her hands gripped the wall as she came to her knees. She felt the air shift around her, and she barely moved away before the wall was bombarded.

She gasped in surprise and covered her face. Sebastian’s voice was shaken, but he hid it with amusement.

“Now now, come out and I promise I will go easy on you. I will not hurt you.. I think.”

MC blinked as the dust settled. She could see a part of her living room through the hole on the wall. She started to breathe hard. She could hear Sebastian’s feet stepping over the broken glass, inching closer towards her. Then almost immediately, she no longer heard him.

She could no longer hear the glass being stepped on, she could not hear his breathing, she could not feel the air..

In that exact moment, she could see his shadow falling over the hole on the wall. Her intuition screamed. He would see her through the gap if she stayed in the place she was at. She had no other choice but to lunge..

MC was then diving to the doorway. Sebastian had not expected to see her flying across the opening. She saw him aim his spells at her through the hole. She shot a couple more non-verbal spells in his direction to make him stall. By the time he was moving his wand down from deflecting them, MC was already running.

She hid behind the couch and felt it fall against her back. She pressed her weight against it, not letting it fall over her. Sebastian continued to send spells against the couch, not showing mercy. She crawled on the floor, her palms trickling with pain over the broken glass. She crawled away from the couch. The photographs were broken on the floor, images of Ominis, Anne, and herself..

Her eyes fell on the familiar wooden wand. MC reached for her wand, praying-

She felt it before she saw it.

The red light had hit her on the chest, right below her neck. MC was facing the ceiling and she was crying out. Her body convulsed on the floor, her back pressed against the broken glass.

She withered and shook in pain as it coursed through her veins. It crawled through every crevice of her body. The piercing, stinging, throbbing.. She felt as if part of her body was being chiseled off. Time continued to pass and the torture continued to etch through her body.

MC was panting, shock slowly appearing on her features as the pain dispersed from her body.

She watched Sebastian’s face come closer. Sebastian was crouching over her, his face was dark as he looked down at her.

It suddenly weighed down on her as she saw his expression turned vengeful. Sebastian Sallow was the only person to ever use the cruciatus curse on her.

Even after 8 years of chasing after criminals with her dangerous occupation, she had never been tortured with that spell.. Not since the first time in Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium.

MC was unable to control the tears that gathered in her eyes.

Sebastian’s hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off the floor. She was placed on her knees, and her body continued to tremble. He brought something up for MC to see, a photograph. A photograph of Anne.

MC recognized the image immediately. Anne had given her the photograph shortly after MC had stopped the curse from developing and eat her further. Anne was smiling, her hair grown out around her shoulders in soft waves. Her face looked bright, healthy. She was standing in front of stoned bridge with the ocean in view. That was the town Anne currently resided in.

“I failed her,” his voice was bleak. “I failed to find a cure for her.”

Her eyes grew wide. She finally understood. Sebastian did not know that Anne was still alive.

He thought she had died. Leading to his anger, malice, revenge.. In addition to the betrayal he felt from his two closest friends. This was what Ominis had tried to reveal to Sebastian moments ago. She tried to speak, but she only managed to open her lips. A gasp left her mouth. She wanted him to look at the photograph again. She wanted him to notice that she looked older than he remembered. She wanted him to know she was still alive.

“I could have cured her. I could have healed her..” His eyes moved from the photograph back to MC. “And you are to blame, Y/N.”

Sebastian rested the wand against her cheek as he gripped her shoulder. MC was in too much pain to even notice how hard his grip was. Sebastian’s eyes continued to darken as he looked at her. She could almost sense the words about to come out of his lips.

She panicked, she couldn’t die. Not like this. Not when Anne’s life depended on her own.

That was the burden that MC carried with her ever since she managed to find a temporary solution for Anne’s torment. Anne’s life was in her hands. If MC died, Anne would die.

She had stopped the curse temporarily. It had been similar to pressing down the knob on a pocket watch. Then, slowly turning the crown on the watch, making the time rewind.

And immediately after her success, she felt the clock rest heavily in her pocket.

MC had to keep turning back the time on the watch when she heard it ticking.

This was the reason why this was only temporary. This is why she was still searching for a way to separate the curse from Anne completely.

And she was so close. That was until she had to stop her progress due to the recent course of events.

MC breathed out and started to struggle against Sebastian’s hold. She felt the hand on her shoulder move to her neck. She didn’t stop struggling. She knew she had to tell him the truth before he decided to cut out the air from her throat. She tried to speak again, this time finding her voice despite her trembling figure.

“She is alive! Anne is alive-”

The words came out rushed and sudden. Almost a yell. Her voice didn’t sound like her own. Traces of the cruciatus curse vibrated through her voice. She didn’t even notice that she had been let go. She was gasping and coughing. Her hand reached for her neck, feeling the air pass through her lips.

MC opened her eyes. She was met with the expression on Sebastian’s face. His eyes were no longer dark. His lips were slightly parted. There was shock, uncertainty, pivotal..

She felt her chest ache. The change in his demeanor reminded her of the old boyish Sebastian, eyes light and hopeful.

Sebastian's gaze was frozen on her, and then he stepped back. The glass crunched under his footing. He stepped back as if an electric current had coursed through his body.

His eyes darted over to something behind MC. He walked over and his eyes found what he had looked over moments ago. MC turned her face in his direction. He was standing next to her desk, which remained untouched by the chaos that had occurred moments before.

She watched him hold Anne’s letter in his hands. His hands shook as he read the contents of the letter. He stood there for a couple of minutes, reading the letter over and over.

He kept reading it until it gave him the confirmation he needed.

Sebastian pocketed the letter before he turned his attention back to MC. She felt her body giving up. If Sebastian was going to hurt her as he intended, there was not much she could do.

MC could feel her insides growing numb, she felt her strength giving out. She couldn’t get up anymore.

But then she heard the sound of his feet walking away. She opened her eyes to see Sebastian head in the direction of the apartment door. When he disappeared, her eyes only set on the remains of her damaged furniture and the wall..

Her mind then remembered Ominis. She could imagine his body unconscious and cold on the empty street.

Sebastian had fled without finishing what he had planned.

… *… * …

The ceiling was white, so bright. And suffocating. MC woke feeling disoriented. She blinked and noticed the dullness of her surroundings. She was no longer on her apartment floor. Her back was pressed on a bed, feeling the stiffness of the mattress. She couldn’t remember the last time she had waken in St Mungo’s.

The recollection of events that occurred earlier that Saturday were so fresh and easily remembered. She could remember majority of the events that happened. She had not suffered the same fate as Ominis. Sebastian had not wiped her memory.

Before she could get comfortable with her own thoughts, the door to the room opened.

Two Aurors entered the room, both wearing long cloaks. The familiar blonde haired superior Stephen McNulty took off his hat as he walked in. Behind him, to her surprise, her office partner Jeremy Hampton followed. She had not seen Jeremy since the day of his accident and that felt like ages. MC could not hide the relief from her features as she greeted him.

Jeremy looked content to see her too, but he remained controlled and serious. His expression alone gave up so much to MC. He was uneasy and uncomfortable, that was for certain.

And surely, her superior started talking the moment they were both by her bedside.

“Easy there L/N. You’re looking more lively. Your colleague seemed to have suffered a worse fate.”

Ominis.

MC sat up straighter on the bed, the mention of Ominis made her want to get up. McNulty put his hand up to stop her.

“Don’t get up. Gaunt will recover, that is what the healers said earlier. But you do need to give a recount of what occurred. If you would be so willing L/N.”

Jeremy made a movement, inching to sit in one of the chairs by her bed. But when his superior gave him a face, Jermey stopped pulling the chair and remained standing. Both Auror McNulty and Hampton were standing near her bed.

MC noticed the gesture and her eyes became expressionless. Jeremy’s uneasiness made her translate the current scene a little deeper. Jeremy always been a honest and kind co-worker. She could still remember the small gestures of comradeship he would show her while they shared their office. It was a lot, coming from a department where everyone was ready to remove the rug under your feet when given the perfect opportunity.

She started to tell them the events of her whole Saturday. She listed the series of events that had occurred all the way to being attacked. Then she started to give extreme detail to everything that had occurred within that hour. She felt her anger leak on to her face as she recalled Ominis’ body on the ground as he suffered. The images were too clear on her mind. After remembering Ominis left on the ground, the rest of the events became muddled.

She couldn’t stop questioning why Sebastian had left her on her apartment floor. He planned to take her somewhere, that had been obvious. He had certain plans for her. Plans that did not include Ominis. Her throat was suddenly dry as she stopped talking. She had paused her story, right when Sebastian had grabbed her neck after cursing her.

MC’s eyes were set on the opposite wall, but now they moved to the two Aurors she had ignored the past 15 minutes. McNulty’s eyes were fixed on her, almost as if he was trying to look through her. Hampton was listening to her words, looking troubled. McNulty’s floating pen and paper were almost silent. She had not even noticed it scribbling next to him.

Her eyes went back to McNulty, and the way his shoulders tensed as he thought over her words..

MC couldn’t explain why, but she chose to leave out the end. Something in her stomach told her not to reveal what they were waiting to hear. She decided not to mention the truth she had revealed to Sebastian. She left out the letter he had taken. She decided to leave out the most crucial part of the information, Sebastian’s next destination.

The pen kept scribbling even after she was done speaking.

Jeremy cleared his voice and he nodded at her, “Well, that was sure something to survive Y/N.”

“A very odd something, to say the least,” McNulty finally spoke. Jeremy turned towards him. “And can you recall any information that might have made him leave? And leave you.. alone?”

“No,” she said automatically. MC shook her head, convincing Jeremy at least.

“He didn’t mention where he was going? Where you were both going?” McNulty continued.

“No.”

“Did he contact you in any way before he attacked you tonight?”

“No.”

“Did you recollect anything that might have given you clues on where he was currently hiding?”

“No.”

“Were you aware that Mr Ominis Gaunt was in your apartment shortly before the events unfolded?”

At that, she paused. She looked at McNulty, not able to explain why Ominis had been in her apartment. Specially when things had not been resolved between the two of them from their previous conversation. He must have came by wanting to talk. And he must have waited for her before he realized something was wrong..

“No,” she answered finally.

“How long did you fight Mr Sallow? And can you give a list of spells he must have used?

She shook her head at the second question, “I cannot recall. It could have not been more than 10 minutes-”

“What spells did you use tonight L/N? Can you recall?”

“Check my wand. It’s right on the bedside table.”

“We already took the liberty L/N,” McNulty admitted.

The uneasiness was making MC feel more and more on edge. Everything that was being said in that moment, started to feel more offensive. Stephen McNulty, her superior was not letting her go easily. He was not believing her story or her credibility. And he was asking her questions that he already knew the answer for.

“Is there anything else L/N, anything that could help the current case.. Your case?”

“I told you everything. I am not sure what else I can give you McNulty,” she said quietly. MC did her best to appear forthright.

“Perhaps a little Veritaserum could help your case L/N.”

The tension in the room suddenly rose. The disrespect, distrust, and caution was too much to take. The tension continued until it felt cold and eerie.

MC cleared her throat and reached for a glass of water from the bedside table. She felt their gazes as she took her time. She poured the water on to the glass and brought it to her lips.

Her eyes appeared like steel. She was antagonized.

McNulty’s gaze continued to watch her, not letting it go. “If you have nothing to hide then-”

“That’s rich. Not as if you had me followed and watched the past two weeks.”

The air was more than stifling. The silence that followed was enough to hold back words.

Hampton at least had the decency to look empathetic and embarrassed. A nurse walked in through the door, and the silence in the room broke.

“Please excuse yourselves. The patient is currently still recovering. We need to check her vitals before her discharge.”

MC never felt so relieved to have a nurse present. The two Aurors started to leave the room, but McNulty turned to MC again. His words were no-negotiable.

“Come see me once you are discharged. We are not done.”

She had no choice but to let her anger simmer as she watched them walk out of the room. Jeremy looked relived as he closed the door behind them.

The nurse moved her wand over her in silence. MC did not pay attention as she stared at the wall without moving. She was stuck in her own thoughts, reveling in the anger she felt due to the recent events. And then the frustration and betrayal she felt from the recent conversation.

By the time she was finally able to leave the hospital room, it was past 2am. Would she be able to sleep once she got to her apartment? She had not slept, and she did not believe she would be able to. She made her way to the front of the hospital, looking for for her superior.

When she found him, he had been waiting. He stood stiffly as she approached.

He was waiting by a far wall, away from the front desk and the patients who waited in the lobby. MC once believed that McNulty was not so bad. Compared to Fawley, she had once found Stephen McNulty more agreeable. But after the past hour, she was regretting ever trusting him in the first place.

MC came to a stop in front of him and waited. The Auror sighed as he looked at her. She did not give up a single expression, looking almost cold.

“It might be hard to believe, but I am really pulling my own hair here,” his voice was dropped down to a whisper.

“That is hard to believe,” she confirmed just as quietly. This earned her a hard stare.

“It has been impossible in the office recently. It is not looking too good for you MC. There are too many mishaps where ever you are involved. We do not have the proof but it-”

MC interrupted him with a hard laugh. She could not believe what she was hearing. MC had been labeled as a likely accomplice and she couldn’t even think what had caused it in the first place. McNulty had stopped talking. He watched as MC turned cynical, her eyes on his. She stepped closer to him, her voice unable to hide her anger.

“If you think that I would help a fugitive and put Ominis in danger..”

“That is not what I meant L/N,” he answered, sounding exasperated.

“Then let me help. I assure you, I can find Sebastian Sallow,” her words were stubborn and pleading. She was a couple of days away from returning to the Ministry. If only she could convince them of letting her back on and help in the search..

“That is out of the question L/N.”

After 8 years of working extensively and risking her life, it started to feel like a big slap on the face. MC had proved herself over and over again, and now it was being questioned. They didn’t trust her. They didn’t believe in her. And now Ominis had been attacked and left on the cold floor when he had tried to save her. She had been tortured and held inside her own home against her will. MC did her best to control the turmoil inside of her as she spoke.

“Your officers are all useless. You will not find him, I guarantee it.”

McNulty was now turning red with rage. But his tone did not break through to express it. He kept his composure, his voice strict and loud.

“You are compromised. You were seen taking unauthorized documents from the archives weeks ago. The Aurors following you were all exposed and attacked at some point. We have looked into your history with Sallow, many individuals had things to say about how close the both of you were. And now, to see you untouched when your friend Gaunt was tortured and memory wiped clean..”

MC was breathing hard, her eyes wide as she listened. How could this all be pointing back to her? Were they forgetting that Sebastian had attacked her hours ago? Sebastian had blasted a bloody hole through her apartment wall. She was seething in frustration and betrayal.

McNulty’s eyes watched her. He had told her more than he should have. But he wanted her to understand the gravity of the situation and why she could never be part of the case.

MC was too compromised. And she was suspected of being an accomplice.

“You see why things are not going as planned?” He spoke to her quietly.

“By all means, detain me then. Stop me from aiding a fugitive and for trying to hurt my own family. Keep me out of the way and keep tabs on me like a bloody animal.”

“Careful L/N, you are walking on thin ice here,” his words were loud once again, sharp.

MC took a moment to breathe, not listening to what McNulty had to say. She could not believe the position she was currently in. All the things he listed, how could they hold so much weight? What about the past 8 years of her career? When she finally spoke, her words were slow, every word carried weight as she spat them with rage.

“You will all fail. And I will be glad to see you all ashamed and embarrassed with the results of your fruitless search.”

“Enough. You are suspended until further notice.”

MC watched as McNulty walked away with finality. Her eyes stayed on his retreating back, feeling her insides shake from anger. He left the hospital through the front door and disappeared into the night.

MC sat down as she tried to control her breathing. She took a moment to calm down, unable to believe her luck. She knew she had pushed it. The more she thought, the more it became apparent. She was to blame. She had underestimated the department, that part was clear.

But she could not restrain herself anymore. Not when she had been tiptoeing and feeling as if she was going insane the past 2 weeks. To calm herself, she looked at her clothes. The edges were worn from the glass she had rested on. Her palms were fully healed, no more glass etching at her skin. She was truly suspended now.

Before leaving the hospital, MC made her way to visit Ominis. She put on her best face and tried to appear unaffected by the recent punishment. She owed Ominis a visit before she stepped into the cold night.

MC followed a nurse as she was lead to a door. She opened it and stepped into the room.

Ominis was resting on a bed, he did not look too wounded to her relief. His tired smile turned in her direction. His features brightened as he exclaimed, “Ah, my lovely MC.”

MC walked closer to his side, and she tensed when she felt his hand reach for hers.

She held his hand, unable to find the heart to pull her warm hands from his cold ones.

“Apparently I had a bit of an accident. Things are a little hard to remember,” Ominis explained softly.

“Ominis, I am so sorry this happened to you. I should have-” she started, but she was interrupted. Ominis shook his head, still smiling.

“Nothing to worry about MC. I will be getting those memories back. I just feel a little hazy, that’s all.”

She couldn’t speak further. Her eyes remained on him, unable to shake the feeling of dread. And loneliness. She didn’t have Ominis to lean on. She was going to be forced to endure Sebastian’s return on her own. Ominis, the voice of reason when she most needed it..

The best she could do was let him dwell on his ignorance a little longer.

“What is the last thing you remember Ominis?” MC’s words were quiet.

She looked into Ominis’ blue eyes as he responded, a little hesitant.

“I remember that you were put on temporary leave. How long ago was that?”

Rose sighed in relief. His memories were not too far gone. With only 2 weeks worth of missing information, he would be remembering everything soon enough.

“That was quite recent actually. You are right not too be too worried,” her tone was light and reassuring. She smiled even if it did not quite reach her eyes.

MC waited for Ominis to fall asleep. She didn’t pull away her hand as she watched him close his eyes.

By time time she was stepping out of the hospital, it was freezing. The wind hit her face and she breathed in relief. Despite the events that had happened the past hour, MC did not feel disappointed or let down. If anything, she felt even more motivated and driven by her anger.

When she entered her apartment, she was met with her actual apartment.. As it was before the chaos that had occurred. The department must have collected all the evidence they needed before leaving it back in its original state. MC walked through the rooms, unable to detect a single item out of place. It was almost as if Sebastian had never set foot in her apartment.

She found the letter with the list of reparations on top of the coffee table.

She came to stand in the kitchen, her eyes falling on her desk by the window. Anne’s letter was missing, the more important clue of all.

The longer she stayed in her apartment, the harder it was to ignore the feeling that she was not safe. She was being watched. Either by the Ministry, or..

Even if she stayed, she would not be able to sleep. MC walked into her room and grabbed her bag. She grabbed a couple of pieces of clothing and stuffed the garments into the bag. She moved fast and with urgency. She had already made up her mind the moment she was officially suspended. In reality, being suspended did not feel any different than being temporarily demoted. It all felt the same. Empty, bitter, infuriating, and lost. She was acting solely on the assumption that there was not much to lose.

She would go after Sebastian Sallow. She would find him before the Ministry got to him. And once she did, she would make him pay for what he did not Ominis. She felt the anger, bitterness, and revenge settle in her stomach. She could not remember the last time she felt this way.

The first step to finding Sebastian, was to find Anne first. It would only be a matter of time before he found her. He had Anne’s letter, and it mentioned her recent locations.

Her home by an oceanic village not mentioned in the letter, and Feldcroft.

MC stepped out of the building and gazed down the empty street. She could not shake off the cold she felt on her skin. With one last exhale she apparated.

The familiar rustic door was lit by the light. MC could hear the hard breeze push against the plants in the garden. She stepped towards the door, noticing how dark the Feldcroft home felt. She knocked on the door as she looked at her surroundings. Under the moonlight, the neighborhood felt undisturbed. MC’s eyes moved back to the garden and she could see the many small plants that were recently planted. She could hear the sound of rustling before the door opened.

“MC? What are you doing so late?” Anne peered through the door, only opening it wider for her. Before stepping in, MC’s eyes gazed around once more. Then the door is closed and locked a second later.

MC didn’t speak as she checked all the windows and closed the curtains securely. She waved her wand and cast a couple of incantations around the small home. Anne waited by the door, her eyes watching her in silence and confusion. But she did not stop her. Anne came to sit at the table and lit a candle.

“Has anyone visited you tonight Anne?” MC asked when she turned to look at her.

Anne looked at her and shook her head in response. MC looked at her, trying to read her expression. Once MC was satisfied, she sat down on the chair across from her. Anne gestured to her cloak, and spoke quietly.

“Give me your cloak, I can hang it for you.”

“That is not necessary Anne. I.. I don’t think I will be staying too long,” MC told her. Her voice dropped in volume. She left out the part where she thought about dragging Anne with her to safety.

Anne gives MC a look and she sighs. “You must be here for important business. If it is about the curse, I guarantee you that I am feeling alright. I have not been feeling dizzy, I don’t need another check up. I have been handling myself pretty well-”

“No, Anne I am not here for that. Not this time,” MC interrupted her with a small smile.

Anne paused and gave her a smile of her own, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Well that is a first. You only seem to come visit me whenever you need to check up on it.”

MC felt embarrassment the moment Anne spoke. She could not deny her statement, because it was true. MC looked down at the table for a moment. Anne reached out and takes her hand in hers. Anne’s hand is warm against MC’s cold ones. With a soft smile, she encourages her to continue. “What is the reason for this unexpected visit then Y/N?”

MC finally mustered the patience and strength to tell her the events that occurred the past couple of hours. “I regret to say that you will need to stay calm when I tell you what has happened. I shouldn’t be here Anne, if they find out..”

Anne straightened up in her seat and withdrew her hand. She waited for MC to speak, but her expression shows that she already suspected what it would be about. Her voice is quiet when she speaks again. “What has happened with the Ministry now MC? Don’t tell me you still do not have your position back?”

MC shook her head and with a small smile. She confessed the truth. “I am no longer temporarily demoted. I am now suspended.”

Anne looked angry and her hand patted MC’s hand. “You’re better than all that lot put together.”

“You’re forgetting that Ominis is also part of that lot, Anne.” MC could not help but smile at her response. It made her feel somewhat less burdened by her suspension. But the mention of Ominis made her reel back to the purpose of her visit. She shifted in her chair and cleared her voice.

“Anne, what I am about to share is not easy. A lot happened the past couple of hours..” MC started off chronologically. She shared her perspective and point of view as best as she could. Her memory kept giving out, blurring certain things. But she forcefully told Anne everything that had happened, leading to the current late night Feldcroft visit.

By the end, Anne was furious. She got up from her seat with so much tension in her body. It only gave MC anxiety to see her in that state. It reminded her of the times in the past when she had to calm down Anne when her health was deteriorating.

Anne’s brows were set, her hair slightly messy from sleep, her eyes hardened. “Sebastian put you and Ominis in the hospital.. And he is looking for me?”

“That is why I am here. You need to come with me, I will take us somewhere safe. I don’t want you be here when-”

MC was interrupted when Anne’s eyes changed. Anne shook her head slowly, her eyes not moving from MC’s. The way Anne looked at her, she knew that Anne was going to refuse. And it made her chest hurt with stress.

“If Sebastian is looking for me, I will not hide.”

That was all MC needed to hear. She exhaled harshly and she started to tap her boot against the floor. She thought hard, thinking of somehow dragging Anne out of there or somehow coming up with a plan in case Sebastian did come looking for Anne in the next couple of hours..

MC finally got up and she took off her cloak. She hung it by the door before she turned to face Anne again. “If you’re not coming with me, I guess I will need to stay then.”

Anne didn’t refuse her request. But she looked uneasy now since she knew how MC’s interaction with Sebastian went. Anne spoke again, her voice tired.

“How is Ominis? Will he be out of the hospital soon?”

MC came to stand in front of Anne. She pulled her into a hug, and she reassured her quietly. “He will recover. The spell was not strong enough, he only forgot recent events.”

Anne nodded against MC’s shoulder, feeling relieved. After a moment, Anne pulled away and walked around the room. She set out blankets and pillows for MC and on the bed next to hers. Within minutes, they were both in bed but neither could sleep.

The silence was heavy. That was until Anne spoke, and it seemed to make the atmosphere more dreadful.

“Have you thought about what you would do if you found him again? Would you.. Would you detain him?”

Silence. MC could not answer. She had not thought that far, and she was at a loss for words.

Eventually Anne turned the other way and did not utter another word.

MC’s eyes were glued to the door, unable to look away even when her eyes grew tired. This was even worse than sleeping in her apartment in London. It was almost as if they were both waiting for some kind of natural disaster to come and break down the whole house. She was jumpy and restless. But after an hour, she fell into a profound sleep.

When she woke, she sat up on the bed with a start. Her eyes darted around the room in panic.

Her hand gripped the wand under her pillow and took in her surroundings. She was still in Anne’s Feldcroft home. That was when she noticed that Anne was not in bed.

MC kicked off the bed and pulled on her cloak. She cursed under her breath for falling asleep.

She had not removed her clothes completely before laying down, and she only had to put on her boots. She darted out of the door with her wand drawn.

MC looked like a mad woman walking around the small town of Feldcroft so early in the morning. How early was it? The sun was not even rising yet. Her eyes were focused and bright despite her exhaustion. She walked through the town, not bothering to be quiet. Her breath came out loud and panicked. Had Anne left on her own? How could she have sneaked out without her notice? What if she had been taken?

No, Anne was not the kind of person to be taken. Anne would have fought teeth and nail before getting abducted. And Sebastian had no bad intentions or hatred towards his own twin sister. If anything the person she had to worry about if she ran into Sebastian again, was herself.

MC continued to walk until she reached the hill that overlooked the town. When she made it half way up the hill, she heard voices. The voices got louder the more she approached the top.

She walked quietly, suddenly careful and cautious. She found them right in the ruins where Isidora’s home once was. There was nothing there now, no stone no remains of what was once a destroyed home. There were trees all around the hill, and a lot of bushes.

Anne and Sebastian Sallow were standing under the trees, the moonlight brushing over their silhouettes as the breeze moved the branches above them.

MC took in their appearances, they both looked like opposites. Anne was wearing a wool scarf, the color of autumns leaves. Her hair was soft as it moved in the cold breeze. Her cheeks were rosy. She was enveloped in a thick shawl. Sebastian looked ragged and hollow. His cheeks held no color, his freckles almost invisible on his skin. His eyes were piercing, holding such little warmth. His clothes were dark, just as she remembered them from hours ago.

The closer she came, the easier it was to hear what they were saying. And they were arguing. The longer she heard their conversation, the more she realized that they have been talking for a while now. MC came the closest she could without being seen. She was ready to come to Anne’s defense if needed. She was not intending to ruin their moment, not yet.

MC heard her name, and she felt her skin grow cold. Anne was defending her.

“She is the reason why I am still here. Don’t you understand? Can’t you seem to even wonder how much she had to undergo to cure my curse? When all else failed and when we were all made to believe there was no hope and no-”

“I never gave up on you Anne. I would have found a cure. I would have- I would have cured you myself.”

Anne breathed out in frustration and turned away from Sebastian. She had been arguing for quite some time now, and her patience was fading. Anne turned back to Sebastian and threw her hands in front of her in anger.

“That is not the point! She has been a friend, a sister to me. Her and Ominis- I could not ask for more. I love them both dearly. And you had the audacity to hurt them last night- Don’t you dare interrupt me!”

Sebastian had been speaking up but stopped at the sight of Anne’s face. For once Sebastian did not look like a threat. Almost, like the boy he once was. The boy he was before he was thrown in Azkaban. MC felt her chest ache from where she watched. The familiar expression on his face, brows furrowed and his eyes sad.

He let Anne talk longer. He heard her voice and he was so fixated on her. Just her.

Almost as if he was still trying to believe that she was still there. She was alive and still present in the world he was currently in. As much as he had failed already, he did not want to upset her.

When he finally spoke, his pain was so clear.

“Anne, my two closest friends turned me in. They both reported me to the Ministry- they ruined my future. They ruined my life. MC saved you, but you cannot expect me to forgive her.”

Sebastian’s tone could not hide his relief. He continued, his voice growing quieter.

“You cannot trust them Anne. They are the kind of people to hide the truth. For your sake, they would hide the truth from you.”

MC felt her heart stop at his words. Everything he had said, she could not deny them.

She had kept many things from Anne in the recent years. And it was just as he had said, to not hurt her. Then what came out of Anne’s mouth, MC had not been expecting it. And neither was Sebastian.

Anne’s face was looking at the ground between them. Her voice was resolute and slow.

“Ominis turned you in Sebastian.. He did it for me.”

The silence was loud. MC could hear almost hear and feel Sebastian’s pain from where she was. And he did not respond. Anne kept talking.

“He had done it for me. He knew I could never.. Ominis will never admit it.”

Anne’s words were so vulnerable and soft, her feelings towards Ominis were shown. And Sebastian seemed to have caught it.

Sebastian was looking at his sister with wide eyes. MC could see the many emotions that crossed his features in that moment. After all those years, he was having a hard time coming to terms with the way the life continued without him. These were all emotions he did not have the liberty of feeling for so long.. And it was too overbearing for him.

Sebastian could not be angry with his sister. But he felt alone and abandoned. Anne was not happy to see him after all that time spent imprisoned. He had made things so unfavorable for their reunion. But he did not have another choice. Sebastian’s expression was hard. But the tears that slipped down his cheeks betrayed the mask he struggled to hide behind.

“I have done so many things, all that are not worth forgiving. I know this. I will live the rest of my life with these irreparable mistakes, Anne.”

Sebastian looked at his sister, a broken man. He took a couple of steps closer.

“If I had known- If I had been told that you were still here- Anne..” He reached out for her. His eyes were searching hers, unable to find the patience. “I would not have done what I.. I would not have behaved the way I did.”

Anne was crying now. Her expression was frozen in the scowl she wore. Her tears were right. Anne did not reach out to take Sebastian’s hand. She only continued to look at him with bright and sad eyes. Sebastian kept talking, his words slow. He was struggling to put his feelings into words.

“I only care about you Anne. And I am not in prison anymore. I need to know that you have forgiven me, for everything, and all that I have done.”

MC watched as Sebastian Sallow admitted to his wrong doings. Begging for the forgiveness from his sister Anne. His only family.

“There is not a day that passes that I regret what I have done. I cannot take it back. Uncle- Uncle Solomon-”

Anne did not move, and only watched Sebastian cry as he mentioned their Uncle Solomon. Anne made no efforts to move to his side or to comfort him. She only watched as her brother came to terms with the past. Her hair moved around her face as she remained still. Her scarf slowly loosened around her neck. Her hands did not relax from the fists that rested on her sides.

“I need it Anne. I need your forgiveness, and I.. And I will leave you alone. I will not bother you any longer.”

MC could not handle it any longer. She moved out from where she was hiding. She walked towards the two as they stood at the top of the hill. They both turned to look at her, the trees moved strongly overhead.

At the sight of her reappearance, Sebastian completely changed. His stare became intense as he watched her approach. He tensed and he turned his body slightly in her direction. His hand dug into his pocket. Anne was watching her come closer with wide eyes, fearing for her safety.

MC came to a stop at a distance. She could see Sebastian so clearly now under the moonlight. She had seen him vulnerable seconds earlier. The expression he wore now did not affect her in the slightest. Her own bones started to warm up as she looked at him. Her anger was slowly boiling once again. They both looked at each other, calculating and planning their next move.

Before either Sebastian or MC could say a single word to each other, Anne moved first. And she came to stand in front of MC as she held her hand up to stop her. Anne’s palm pressed against MC’s middle and she turned to face her brother in panic.

Anne was now in the middle of the two, and they both refused to act.

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SPOILERSSS for Twisted Wonderland Chapter 6 : 1-16!!!

*rubs hands* aight it wont take long before genshin has me in its gacha hell grasp again, I just barely escaped this time— NOW ITS TIME TO SEE THE BOIS CHAPTER 6 omg— wtf happened last time lol it’s been too long

So, no voice over because of some problems which is understandable but— meh I don’t feel like reading lol So I’m watching otome ayui translations this time, because im that one dumbass student who skipped kanji class and now i cant read without sounding like im five _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): “what up im yume im way passed 19 and i never fucking learned how to read”

Also watching Hanayura Kanon stream for the rest that’s not yet been translated lol Because he’s very good at voice acting for the characters and he’s funny af lol

- OKAY OKAY— WTF HAPPENED EXPLAIN

- Fun fact : I haven’t watched Hercules yet so I legit don’t know what’s about to come lol

- Aw, that’s cute— We called over Ace and Deuce late at night AND THEY REALLY CAME OVER AAAAA

- I forgot how fckin pure their friendship is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight, so we actually have a huge-ass scratch from feral Grim lol That’s just fantastic, isn’t it

- FINALLY— We’re talking about Mickey and the stones my monster cat has been eating with Crowley AAAAA

- “Yeah there’s this bitch called mickey and i took his photo—“

- WE’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS. AFTER 6 CHAPTERS.

- Bruh this crystal of blot sounds really dangerous why are we discussing this just now

- Speaking of this crystal, Crowley— you were looking for this crystal in chap one and when we asked you about wtf you’re trying to find you just went— “oH itS NothING.”

- I SUPPOSED ITS NOT NOTHING NOW IS IT

- I didnt see you searching for crystals after every chapter mr. crowley where were you 👁👄👁 dont you think it was weird that you didnt see a single one after like— five blotting incidents

- Oh so its rare i see— BRUH R U SURE ABOUT THAT grim literally found one every single chap LMAO

- Okay okay— see, he may be violent but listen— you aint gonna throw out my fucking cat okay

- Wh— THERE WAS A FESTIVAL!? Im dumb so its not just VDC LOL

- Listen LISTEN— GRIM IS FINE. HOLD UP— NO NEED TO THROW HIM OUT JUST LET ME HAVE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM

- Aww, Ace and Deuce looked pissed about it too AAAAHH THE TRUE DEFINITION OF THE BOIS

- BRUH NO— ALL THE DORM LEADERS TO GO AND CAPTURE GRIM?? HE’LL DIE

- CROWLEY PLS— WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, HONEY

- #Grimportectionsquad

- “It’s bout time for them to come” Who?

- FUCKING— CROWLEY STOP SAYING ITS NOTHING— This is why this school is so fucked, you never tell us anything ahead of time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight he left, Ace Deuce hurry help me what you guys got

- He may be a monster but see— the worst he did is eat the whole tuna stack SO PLS HES STILL BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- THATS RIGHT DEUCE MY MAN GRIM CAN DO NO BAD I SWEAR

- HE WOULDNT EVER AGAIN I SWEAR

- Ace ヽ(；▽；)ノ The character development— im so proud of you, son

- THIS IS THE BOISSS— LETS GOOOO

- Fuck this is so beautiful— just me and the bois on our way in the middle of the night to find our MISSING CAT I—

- CROWLEY REALLY DID ASSEMBLE THEM DORM LEADERS AAAAAAA AT THIS HOUR TOO WTF

- BRUH WE CAN TALK

- Kalim Kalim Kalim Vil Vil Vil— Pls we’ve been through so much last chapter ＨＥＬＰ

- Leona…A big fat ｍｏｏｄ honestly lmao

- Ey ey riddle pls— dont make this any more difficult—

- Shut up azul stay where u are all you’ve done is nothing but chaos since you arrive so SHHH

- MALLEUS IS NOT HERE AGAIN LILIA PLS— where is he when we need him the most LOL

- Ortho, your bro where?? Also— SURVIVAL STATUS BRUH—

- YES PLS DONT HURT HIM OMG

- oh i forgot idia lives in his tablet LOL OF COURSE

- Omg he’s in the apple trees still looking scary as shi aaaaaaa pls kitty come home u just had too much catnip

- OH GOD 15m HE’S CLOSE

- “Starting operation” ORTHO WHAT TF

- EY EY EY oh good he’s knocked out sighhh

- Aight I know this has been translated but I can’t help but to look at the original japanese and im just— wtf is RTS and TAS idia i dont understand this advanced gamer otaku language

- But Idia and Ortho really do be speedrunning on who can fucking kick my cat the hardest LOL

- THATS RIGHT IDIA You understand me— Fellow cat lovers unite, Grim is very cute, he can’t do no bad

- …so can i have him back pls—

- Can we just appreciate the fact that these bois are willing to take the risk of getting their heads chopped off by Riddle by doing all this for us??

- If this isnt what you call true friendship then i dont know what this is

- Lol ambrose is going to appear in this festival again and crowley’s prideful ass is QUAKING

- WHY are we not allowed to see him crowley im sure we can handle it— We’re the BOIS. CMON

- Imagine if they just summon a fcuking— magic vet or something lol

- It’s the next day lol

- HAH ITS THE VDC LOSERS BY ONE VOTE SQUAD

- I mean the NRC Tribe— ٩( ᐛ )و

- VIL. what you have my queen

- Vil pls dont remind me that my cat isnt here but thank you for saying thank you i do not deserve—

- AWW THE ADEUCE SQUAD LOOKS SO SAD AAAAA

- Vil i miss the bad bitch but absolute oneesan energy but the apology— yeah are we gonna cry again lol

- AAAAAAHH why am i so proud— THAT vil is apologizing

- You dont need to maam what we had in chapter 5 was a fucking journey i regret nothing

- I swear if rook goes like— bitch that aint beautiful imma bonk him I WILL DO IT dont think i forgot what u did last chap

- Man i love me a man who can openly admit his mistakes MMMGH

- Rook i swear—

- Im glad that we’re not toning down ace’s brutal honesty lol

- BRUHHH I DONT LIKE IT WHEN VIL US TAKING ALL THE BLAME i mean what he said was kinda true BUT STILL

- Cheer up Vil, it’s not like it’s a complete failure anyways (；ω；) it was fun at least

- Hearing Jamil encourage Vil like this feels surreal BUT YES BOI U TELL EM

- What is this beautiful character development

- Ooff way to hit where it hurts the most vil my queen lol

- AAGH IT HURTS VIL RECOGNIZING NEIGE’S HARDWORK LIKE THIS— THE PRIDE I CAN FEEL IT ＣＲＡＣＫ

- Bruh we appreciate Neige’s impeccable smile in this household— REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE NEIGE’S GON BE A BAD BOI??? WELP—

- It was me, i was that person and i shall drown in apple juice for it

- Of course, the ultimate Neige simp already knows that lol

- Bruh the background music has no business being this sad　ｓｔｏｐ

- I hate it when vil is right sometimes omg— TRUEEE KALIM especially wouldn’t be able to stand properly on stage after knowing Neige’s own hardships aaaa

- NOO BABY DONT CRY

- Vil redemption arc??? 👀👀 you can help us cure our cat—

- !? Are we gonna get that money promised in that poster?? 👀👀

- WHAA FUCKING WAHAA VIL IS GONNA PAY THAT US??? THE WHOLE 5 MIL EACH??!! VIL CALM DOWN WHAT I SAID WAS A JOKE

- Damn vil is ＳＴＡＣＫＥＤ He really didnt want to owe anyone anything LMAO YES QUEEN

- WHA— KALIM IS ACCEPTING??? OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO ACCEPT THAT KALIM

- Kalim is making my heart go boom boom again baby boi ✨👁💧👄💧👁✨✨

- HE’LL DONATE IT TO THE RAMSHACKLE DORM BABY BOIIII

- …sumimasen kalim for having a very rundown dorm 👁💧👄💧👁 but thank you for being nice about it lol

- OKAY OKAY KALIM YOU DONT HAVE TO LIST ALL THE THINGS WRONG IN MY DORM PLS—

- THIS IS EMBARRASSING PLS KALIM IM SORRY FOR BEING POOR

- But this man be such a sunshine holy shit i cant even be mad about it lol

- AW YEAH RAMSHACKLE DORM IS GONNA GET A MAKEOVER

- EVERYONE BE DONATING THEIR MONEY TO US AAAAA Were they always this NICE

- Aight adeuce pls— y’all dont have to force yourself to donate my guys (´；ω；`) being friends is enough lol i get it my bois

- Find me a man who can make me feel like this the way Vil can

- Man if only Grim is here :’) he’d be soo happy :’)) you can have all the tuna you want buddy :’)))

- GRIM PLS ADEUCE IS WILLING TO TREAT YOU TO LUNCH BABY

- Bro this is so wholesome omg

- Im sorry but still up to this day, my understanding of Epel’s accent is still　ｌａｃｋｉｎｇ lmao

- Aight they be talking about how Rook already knew that they were going to lose from the very beginning

- The FORESHADOWING LOL The difference with how Rook said “What a wonderful performance” rather than “What a beautiful performance” sigh

- Honestly we gotta respect Rook’s resolve here lol man just knows what he wants

- Rook and Vil’s friendship lmao

- 👁👄👁 …!?

- EARTHQUAKE WTF How dare you ruin such moment—

- WHAT IS GOING ON

- EY WTF DONT DESTROY MY DORM WTF ARE YOU GUYS

- WHAT ARE THESE ROBOTS OUTSIDERS KILL THEM WITH FIRE

- They look like something that belongs to the Ignihyde dorm HUH

- Oh bruh— Vil in his Dorm Leader mode is so cool AND YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE TIME BUT wheww~~ Vil YAS QUEEN

- KALIM TOO AAAAAA JAMIL’S 「はっ！」SO COOL

- so SO— the dorm leader’s have a protocol for outsider attacks like this 👁👄👁 OMG THEY’RE SO HOT

- They don’t seem like our bois anymore aaa just pure professionalism at this point—

- GOD I FORGOT HOW COOL THEY ARE OMG

- HEEEYYY OUR DORM IS GETTING DESTROYED WTF ARE THESE GUYS’ PROBLEM

- We were just talking about renovating it too wtf

- AAAAAHHH HOW DARE YOU— VIL R YOU OK

- Bruh i dont know what is going on but dont touch my man’s face

- They’re targetting Vil and Jamil WHY— overblot men!!??? WHERE ARE YOU— GIVE THEM BACK

- I didnt understand what epel said here lmao BUT—!?

- THEY HAVE GRIM TOO FUCK HE’S BACK LET GO OF MY FUCKING CAT

- WHAT IS GOING ON DARLINGS

- BUDDYY >:’0000 Grimmm MY HEART—

- Are they kidnapping the overblot men?? What— the fucking absolute ｂａｌｌｓ on these robots

- God we’re getting absolutely ｆｕｃｋｅｄ in here

- AND THERE’S A CAULDRON IN THE BACKGROUND LOL DEUCE WENT HAM

- BRING ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT— >:’0000

- I thought there’s going to be a festival not a fucking kidnapping event HEY

- Oh 👀 Rook pls help

- AAAHH SERIOUS ROOK IS HOT—

- IS THE OTHER DORM LEADERS CHILLING WHERE ARE THEY KALIM PLS BE SAFE

- OH RIDDLE IS NOT ANSWERING THEY GOT HIM TOO

- Oh ghad they got him during clubs WTF HOW—

- *nervous hornii chuckling* …angry expression silver 👁👄👁 im sorry

- AAAA Dorm leaders actually be acting like dorm leaders is soo cool i cant—

- Bruh the story is all chaos what is this chapter

- Are they gonna get Leona and Azul too what—

- RIDDLE BABY Jesus christ dont overblot like this again lol

- DAMN HE STRONG FOR A SMOL BOI THO

- Whoever made these robots wtf is their deal lol TO BE ABLE TO BEAT A DORM LEADER—

- …Bruh where is our horned friend when u need him

- Silver and Sebek theorizing with dorm leaders but they took Jamil tho?? It’s probably the overblot men they’re after

- Also Malleus is probably good so you two calm down lol Lilia’s probs having tea with him right now

- Okay, Leona how are you going to get captured KING.

- Omg everything is getting destroyed wtf

- AW LEONA SAVED RUGGIE THATS CUTE AND COOL AF

- Bruh leona these are material robots— cant you just turn them into sand lol

- Oh they do have some kind of brand cmon just turn them into sand pls

- WHAT THE FUCK

- LEONA-SAN!? WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP— OJI-TAN!!!

- OLD MAN WHAT—

- *hearing leona whisper his reasons ✋ 👁👄👁 🤚 okay sir im sorry

- Damn Leona acting like a real prince right now— it’s kinda hot 👀👀

- BRUH PLS COME BACK DONT TALK LIKE YOU AINT GONNA

- BRO WHERE ARE THE TEACHERS

- THE BOARD GAME CLUB

- Idia : “bro we just chilling be cool— MY CHESS PIECE“

- “Aight ortho what’s the situation” “ｆｕｃｋｅｄ＂

- So Idia of course knows about this— why does he look like he’s so done lmao me getting the feeling this isnt the first time idia has encountered this situation before lol

- Man i want to see azul in action too but mehh— Idia told him to settle down cries

- LOL WHAT IS THIS KARONE ROBOTS

- Wait— are they taking idia too?? OH IS THIS THE DOING OF IDIA’S FAMILY

- WHERE IS CROWLEY— THE TEACHERS, YOUR IMPORTANT STUDENTS ARE GETTING KIDNAPPED

- AH THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THESE STYX BITCHES WHAT— and they’re just letting them GO whaaat

- Sounds to me that this must be idia’s family taking care of the overblotting students?? Like to protect Idia or something?? I DONT—

- “Gather all the dorm leaders” No, sir, they’re already gone besides my sunshine and the horn boi

- Malleus??? 👁👄👁 TSUNOTAROU

- Pls kill the robots they destroyed my place

- AAH UPSIDE DOWN LILIA long time no see lol

- Bruhh the diasomnia students are so lucky to have Malleus as a dorm leader omg

- BRUH LILIA’S RINGTONE IS SO CUTE LMAO

- Kalim sounds so desperate im so sad

- ARE WE— ARE WE GONNA MEET MALLEUS AGAINNN

- Bruh they just goku teleported their way out of the dorm lol

- AAAAHH EVERYONE IS HERE THIS IS SO FUN

- Wait jack is not here lol did they just forget about him wtf

- Oh shit we here too i did not know LMAO

- S-So are we just gonna..continue school like— like these styx bitches didnt just ruin half the school, my dorm, injure my bois, and took my cat or…???

- GASP AAAA STYX IS A BLOT RESEARCH FACILITY WHAAAT

- So that’s why leona and idia be like bro this is not worth it

- O-Oh yeah— they…they didnt know that Vil overblot— PFFT

- Malleus pls information who are you talking about—

- WHO— LILIA MALLEUS OH NO

- Ey, overblot squad are assembled lol this looks so dangerous

- LMAOO Riddle was sleeping on Leona’s lap for three hours THATS SO CUTE

- Where the fck did they take them, ITS CRAMPED AF

- Bro they’re just exposing Vil and Jamil’s overblot that’s supposed to be a SECRET LOL

- Oji-tan can sound so wise and reliable like this if he really tried lol sugar daddy energy

- Wtf these guys never thought that idia was from a big shot family??? They thought it was just coincidence that they had the same family name PFFT

- AZUL AAAA He was right there my guy BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY MAN

- oh. They finally opened— isn’t this the ignihyde dorm what

- WHAT THE FU— IDIA

- Bro— WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS IDIA ALL ALONG???

- WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER

This chapter is a fucking roller coaster like— literal 0 to 100 ＱＵＩＣＣ From having a moment with Vil and the bois to a FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACK LMAO IM HYPED FOR NEXT CHAP—

It’s been so long, I hope they released the next part soon (๑>◡<๑) I forgot how fine these men are lol at least I want to hear their voices again 👁👄👁

#twisted wonderland #spoilers #chapter 6

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howdywrites · 3 years ago

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Distractions

- An In The Woods Somewhere drabble

Description: The aftermath of a violent zombie attack leaves Jackie shaken and Mara's there to pick up the pieces.

WC: 1.5k~ Warnings: (NOTE: this is a New Adult wip) blood, descriptions of gore and death, hurt/comfort, hints at PTSD

[WIP Intro]

My hand’s in his chest.

Jackie’s ragged breathing mixed with the pounding of her heart in her ears. She became aware of every sensation encompassing her trembling hands. Sharp bone and squirming innards. Blood so old and rancid it left her fist coated in its stomach churning viscosity. The smell of it burned her nose.

My hand’s in his fucking chest.

A voice, barely audible over the panicked thoughts echoing in her skull, called to her. Jackie’s eyes remained transfixed on the collapsed chest beneath her. She crouched over the man who had attacked her - if one could call it a man at all. His yellowed eyes stared at the stars above them, the light far from gone. His neck bent at an unnatural angle and the hunting knife she managed to wrestle off of him was now buried between his ribs. She gripped its leather handle for dear life, lost in the gore of his wound.

“Jackie.” Mara’s voice came to her like a freight train. A touch harsh and loud enough to pull her attention away from one of the cracked bones that dug into the back of her hand. Jackie’s head whipped around, meeting the soft, weary eyes of the woman she saved. “Jackie. Let go of the knife.” Her voice was soft. Softer than she’d ever heard from here in their two long days together. No snarky quips or barking orders. She beckoned to her like a cool oasis in a desert.

Jackie half expected the more experienced woman to be pissed at her for letting the killing get to her. Even after all they’d been through. But this… this was going to stick with her. Even with her own mind screaming at her to let go of the weapon and remove herself from the blood that began to soak into the knees of her jeans, she couldn’t release her grip on the damned thing.

“I… I can’t. Mara, I can’t-” She didn’t recognize her own voice. Shrill and panicked, she barely managed to swallow the sob growing in the back of her throat. “It’s stuck - I’m stuck!”

A quiet hush passed Mara’s lips. Jackie turned her face away so she wouldn’t see the hot tears that defied her and slipped down her cheeks. A warm, lithe body pressed against her back. Arms wrapped around her, grime coated hands taking her wrists. The lean muscle of her arms encased her protectively.

“Then let me do it. C’mon, let me free you.”

Jackie trembled. The sob won. Through blurry tears she watched as Mara’s fingers wrenched her own off the hilt of the blade. The muscle in her wrist ached terribly like the time in college when she gave herself carpal tunnel from writing two essays in a row. Despite the pain, they shook uncontrollably.

The chest against her back rumbled; Mara uttered a low groan as she hoisted Jackie off the dead man’s limp form. They stumbled backwards until they reached the mouth of the cave they had been hiding in for the past few hours to catch their breath.

Another sob wracked her chest, echoing off the jagged stone walls and high ceiling. Somewhere, in the distant woods, a high pitched yowling signalled danger. More of the fuckers lurked somewhere in the darkness. Mara squeezed her against her, mouth brushing against her ear. “Not here.” Her warm breath warned in a whisper. “The falls. Wait until the falls.”

Jackie’s breath fluttered in short bursts. Everything within her wanted to break down crying where they stood. Throw a fit that could shake the heavens and ultimately end the nightmare they were trapped in. But she choked back her whimpers and stumbled when Mara’s body left hers. A hand remained under her elbow, guiding her.

“This way. Carefully.”

Limbs carried her on their own. Her mind was too busy preoccupied with the violent attack playing over and over again like a rancid movie. Except it was her hands. Her feet. Her voice that cried out when she dealt the final blow.

Jackie’s ankle twisted oddly for a second as she lost her balance along the rocky shore of Sky Pond. Mara kept her upright, by some miracle, picking up their pace towards the Timberline Falls straight ahead. The sound of rushing water allowed her to cry again, as long as she kept the sobbing at bay. More tears slipped down her cheeks, cooling her hot flesh and releasing some of the pent up terror still lingering within her.

Timberline Fall’s grew louder the closer they approached it. Both of them surveyed their surroundings, making sure no one - and no thing - was close enough to attack. Jackie pulled her hand from Mara’s, pushing past her to get to a broad, flat boulder beside the body of water. Icy sprinkles fell from overhead, misting her. Relief joined hand in hand with the pain inside of her.

Before she knew it, Jackie’s screams drowned in the roar of Timberline.

It was uncertain how much time passed. The moon still hung high overhead, providing pale light. The falls became a background rumble that Jackie tuned out not long after arriving. The occasional whimper rattled in her throat, but it seemed she had cried every tear she could in the time they remained by the edge of Sky Pond.

At some point, she had been coaxed back to the cave. The dead man was nowhere in sight - something of Mara’s doing. Smears of his blood still painted the stone, but without his rotting corpse, there wasn’t much to see.

Jackie’s face pressed against warm skin. She wheezed, trying to conjure up another sob to finally drain her of energy. But it never came. Mara smelled like the earth. Strong and natural, with a hint of campfire and sweat. Not that she minded. After their two days together, she almost found it more comforting than her mother’s perfume or her past girlfriend’s deodorant. It was all Mara.

It took a small deal of effort to peel her tacky, tear-streaked cheek off of the bare shoulder she rested against. There, lounging by their backpacks, Mara held her and worked tirelessly to get the last of the rotten blood out from the creases of Jackie’s knuckles. Very few words were shared between them since her breakdown at the falls, but when she laid her head against her chest she let the sound of her steady heartbeat ground her.

“I’m sorry.” Though Jackie didn’t exactly know what she was apologizing for. Those dark eyes fluttered, a brow raising as they looked down at her.

“What have I told you about apologizing too much, Jackie?” The tease was light. Mara’s voice frayed, somehow mustering a small smile. “I’m just cleaning you up. I know what the scent of death can do to a person. You’ve dealt with enough. Just let me do this for you.”

Jackie went quiet, watching as Mara’s hands turned hers over so her palms faced up. The handkerchief she used was tossed aside. With both of their hands clean, she interlaced their fingers. The memory of the dead man’s face tried to surface, but the forehead that nestled against hers flung it back into the void.

“What are you thinking about?” Mara’s inquiry lingered unanswered for a moment. What was she thinking about? Images of the violence from the past days flickered but never formed completely at the front of her mind. Her brain buzzed with the touch. The gentleness in the warrior’s actions.

“Him. Or at least, I was.” Jackie’s breathing went shallow again. They were so close right then. She could feel her warm breath against her face. “I was thinking about the noise he made… but you’re kind of making it hard to do that right now.”

“Am I?” Mara snorted, pulling her head back from hers for a moment. Humor lingered on her exhausted gaze. “Don’t tell me you’ve caught feelings for some crazy bitch you met during a zombie apocalypse.”

Well that ruined the moment. Embarrassed, Jackie turned her face away and cast her gaze to the streaks of moonlight that lit up the front of the cave. A hand left one of hers. Warm fingers caressed the side of her jaw, pulling her gaze back to Mara. She looked serious then. Her brows lowered in concentration. They locked eyes for what seemed like hours.

Mara leaned in. Her lips were so close to hers. So fucking close. What a perfect distraction they were, even as they hovered ever so slightly next to hers. Jackie��s breath hitched in her throat and she watched her through her lashes. She gave a small nod, letting her know this was a welcomed advance.

She tasted of salt and sweet tobacco. Far better than the scent of blood or death. Jackie hummed against her lips, her hands trembling against. Only this time it was from the rush of electricity that coursed through her veins at the tender affection. Mara deepened the kiss, her hand still firmly against her jaw. A thumb swiped along her cheek bone, tickling her like a butterfly’s wings.

They only broke so she could catch her breath. After all her crying, Jackie still wasn’t sure how to breathe properly. The humor returned to Mara’s face and she murmured against her lips.

“Hope you like crazy, princess. You’re going to be stuck with me for a while”

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bigbadredpanda · 4 years ago

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Hi there! I wanna ask about the ressurection in mdsz. I am from a dharmic religious background and as I understand, resurrection involves binding the soul to the corpse using resentment which comes from bad (for lack of a better word) karma. This must really mess up the reincarnation cycle and ultimately the path to nirvana right? So, what would this mean for corpses brought back by wwx&wrh, especially for WN, song lan & nmj? Are WN and song lan effectively immortal? Thx in advance 😄.

Hi! Apologies for the long answer delay, these are very interesting questions and I needed to do some research and digging around as Chinese spiritual beliefs are such a complex subject! I’ll only lay out some broad strokes as a more in-depth analysis would be way beyond the scope of my knowledge ^^' Of course, if I get anything wrong, please do correct me!

As you mention Wen Ruohan, may I make the assumption that you were acquainted with MDZS through the live action? His interest in demonic cultivation as well as the Yin metal subplot were unique to Chenqingling and the live action also made a number of changes like replacing the reanimated corpses by “puppets” due to strict censorship laws that ban the portrayal of a great many things including supernatural aspects. My answer is primarily based on the framework of the novel but in this case it should still apply to the live action!

Systems of beliefs and practices in China tend not be mutually exclusive but intertwined, they find their roots in a number of spiritual/philosophical/religious movements, the main of which being Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and folk religion.

Chinese folklore has a long history of ghost tales and modern fantasy cultivation novels are one more facet of that tradition, corpses reviving and ghosts coming back to haunt the living are considered to be fairly “natural” occurrences, “natural” in the sense that they are relatively commonplace. Exorcising malevolent beings to protect common folk is the bread and butter of the average cultivator and that’s how the story starts out with the Gusu Lan disciples being tasked by the Mo family to eliminate some walking corpses.

看来这莫家庄近来不大太平。走尸，意如其字，即为走路的死人，一种较为低等也十分常见的尸变者。一般目光呆滞，行走缓慢，杀伤力并不强，但也够平常人担惊受怕的了，光是那股腐臭就够吐一壶。

It seemed that Mo village had not been peaceful of late. Walking corpses which were dead people able to move around as their name implied were rather low-level and frequently seen creatures that came from transformed corpses. In general, their gaze was lifeless and their gait slow. They were not particularly threatening but they were enough to scare away common folk as their sole putrid stench could make one vomit. (ch.3)

Ghosts, walking corpses and even fierce corpses are a common nuisance that can arise from a variety of causes: an unnatural death, lingering resentment, lack of proper rituals for the funeral and so on. For instance, there’s a fierce corpse paying a visit to a person that wronged him in life in the gate-crashing extra (ch.120-123).

Concerning the place of religion in the world of MDZS, we know that the ancestor of the Gusu Lan Sect, Lan An, was originally Buddhist monk who left his temple to lead a secular life and then founded a Sect. His descendants uphold practices that originate from their ancestor such as studying Buddhist scripture. However, cultivators are not shown to be particularly pious, they do not worship deities or hold religious festivals, that’s the domain of the common folk: the worship of the local stone goddess or the attendees of the Guanyin temple (even though it was built by Jin Guangyao). The practices that cultivators observe do not fall under one particular religious denomination, they are part of the ubiquitous rituals related to filial piety such as ancestor worship. It’s also worthwhile to note that the purpose of cultivation comes is essentially taoist: to refine the self and prolong one’s lifetime. In more high fantasy settings (MDZS is described as low fantasy xianxia by the author), this ultimate goal is to attain immortality which would be at odds with Buddhist beliefs to reach nirvana.

The worlds created in wuxia and xianxia genre are rife with references to Buddhist, Taoist, Confucian beliefs and practices but as we can see these different influences cohabit together. The topic of the afterlife in MDZS lore is not really broached, the author mentions in an interview that while Wei Wuxian was dead, the remains of his consciousness was stuck in some sort of unending nightmare. Some other poor souls wander the earth, unable to pass on without the assistance of a cultivator. Elsewhere, in chapter 125, Wei Wuxian recalls suspecting an old man fiercely guarding his lotus lake to be the reincarnation of lotus spirit because of his uncanny tendency to know exactly when a lotus pilferer (Wei Wuxian) is nearby. In chapter 86, a cultivator surmises that Wen Ruohan must be fuming from Jin Guangyao’s betrayal in the Netherworld (referred to as the Nine Springs in Chinese). And then you have the memorial tablets in the ancestral halls that are traditionally said to house the deceased’s soul. As there is no single answer, what lies beyond the veil of death remains a bit of a mystery. It’s possible that there is a mix of all these different beliefs just like in folk religion. Upon death, a soul might linger in the mortal world or go straight to the Netherworld where it will be judged (ancient China being the precursor of bureaucracy, their idea of the afterlife is also very bureaucratic with different Courts to punish evildoers). Should the soul be found guilty, it will remain for a time in the Netherworld to be punished and to atone for its crimes and then move on the cycle of reincarnation.

After this long-winded introduction to spirituality in MDZS-verse, I’m finally coming back to your questions. Demonic cultivation does not grant Wei Wuxian powers over life and death. The corpses he raises and controls are those that are already brimming with resentful energy and already possess the latent potential to arise on their own. Nie Mingjue belongs to the same category although he became a more dangerous fierce corpse. Corpses such as him will remain as they are until they are quelled. In Lan Qiren’s lesson, Lan Wangji enumerates the accepted ways to deal with such a corpse:

蓝忘机并不去看魏无羡，颔首示礼，淡声道：“度化第一，镇压第二，灭绝第三。先以父母妻儿感之念之，了其生前所愿，化去执念；不灵，则镇压；罪大恶极，怨气不散，则斩草除根，不容其存。玄门行事，当谨遵此序，不得有误。”

Without sparing a glance to Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji nodded and bowed, he intoned, “First, liberation. Second, suppression. Third, extermination. Appeal first to the deceased’s attachment to his kin, achieve the desires they could not whilst they were living, release them from the fetters binding them to this world. If that method proves ineffective, proceed with suppression. The more grievous the crimes, the more difficult it is to dissipate resentful energy. In this case, it is thus necessary to exterminate them completely and not leave a shred remaining. This is the protocol of the cultivation world and must be observed scrupulously and undeviatingly. (ch.14)

Wen Ning and Song Lan are different from these mindless, violent corpses as they were able to regain consciousness through advanced techniques of demonic cultivation. They are effectively immortal but destructible. As the author said, how long they may live depends on proper maintenance!

#sanarastone #mo dao zu shi #mdzs meta

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setriete · 4 years ago

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This is a story of my OC of Wick - Colin. Sorry for mistakes, I'm not good at translation. It contains violent moments, so be careful

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I was guilty.

I ... was an idiot, a dumbass, and a fool. Or even worse. Doesn't change the essence.

I've never had friends. Everyone was running away from me and my character. Nobody wanted to accept me as I was. This is probably why everyone hated me. This is probably why I only did what I did to others. It was my mistake ...

I moved to this town quite recently, but already managed to acquire enemies. Once I quarreled with a younger boy so hard that I pushed him and he fell. And he never got up. I got scared and ran away. Everyone took it for an accident, and I was silent. Of course, who wants to be labeled as a murderer? So I pretended to have nothing to do with it. For the time being it was scary, until everything more or less settled down. I already began to believe that this event would pass me by and would not hurt me, even though I felt guilty.

But one day ... I was caught by a group or rather a gang of teenagers my age or a year or two older. Of course I asked what they wanted from me. One of them came close to me until the others let me escape.

- It's you ... you are to blame ...

It turned out that it was the older brother of that boy. He fell into a coma, but one day he woke up for a short time. His relative was alone in the ward and did not even have time to call the doctors, and he could not figure it out. All he asked was, "Who did it?" The boy said my name and surname. And he fell asleep again.

It's my fault. I tried to apologize somehow. I honestly did not know that he had a brother, and could not know that he would want to take revenge on me ... I did not know.

- I don't care what you didn't know, do you hear, you ?! He may die, and all because of you !!

His voice ... he was so angry, so loud ... so full of pain. I understood that he felt angry. But I didn't think it would turn out like this! I tried to get through somehow, but to no avail. I was dragged towards the forest, to the gate. There were legends about this place in our city. The fire, the loss of five children, ghosts ... I was overtaken by horror, but I did not believe it, I considered it just horror stories.

I would like to escape, albeit shamefully, but escape my punishment. Yes, I was a coward. I felt that something bad was in store for me. But I could not imagine that it was so much.

We went through the gate, he walked in front and led the others. They dragged me like a sack, not caring that I stumbled literally at every step. They did everything he said: they pushed me to the ground and surrounded me. Now the path to freedom was closed. What were they going to do? Usually, in such cases, the victim will be hit. Well, I thought I was just going to get beat up properly, and that's it. Perhaps I would have earned myself a fracture or something, went to the hospital, but I would have survived ...

How naive I was.

- Hey, give them back!

- Oh, no, no, why do you need them?

He tore the watch off my hand. The watch my father gave me. Shit! I tried to resist, but leg flew straight into my chest. And more ... more ... in the back ... in the shoulder ...

It seems ... they broke ... my rib ...

- Well, how do you like now? Not really, is it?

They really started beating me. And mostly not the leader himself, but others. Specifically, I did nothing to them, but since I crossed the road to him, I crossed them too. And at that time he himself stood and watched. With a grin, he liked it ... and the others laughed at my pain-distorted mine.

... Then I got punched in the face, already from the leader. I wheezed, screamed, whimpered, tried to say something, but they wouldn't let me do it. Then stones were used. I was a target, to my then happiness, not for long. But all the same he could not get up and almost rested his forehead against the grass. My vision was dulled from bruises and gushing blood, I was distracted by the torment in my body, by the pain in my chest. It was very difficult to breathe. I thought they would stop there and just leave.

I somehow raised myself and looked at him. He looked at me from top to bottom predatory, but in his eyes that sense of victory was not visible. What else did they want from me? ...

It was as if he saw this question in my eyes and ... pulled out a twisted rope from behind his back. It was strong and long in appearance. Whether intuitively, but then I quickly understood everything. My eyes widened in fear, I fell on my back, trying to somehow defend myself, crawl away, and convulsively shook my head.

`` N-no, wait ...

I was so ... pathetic. What was I hoping for? A light punishment? This does not happen, only I realized it late.

But I didn't want to die! I knew that they would not let me go, but continue to beg for mercy.

They just grabbed me by the arms and dragged me somewhere again. Now I know how people who are led to the scaffold feel.

- No, no, no! Please no!

- Shut up!

I kicked and shouted, over and over, but it was useless against them. They just tied me up and hit me again for prevention.

And they turned out to be enterprising. They even made a loop in advance for lynching, so as not to fool around in the forest. Unfortunately...

I ... don't remember ... don't remember. I was suddenly lifted into the air, and just as abruptly, this air disappeared from my lungs. The broken rib hurt even more than when I was beaten. I coughed, tried to inhale, opening my mouth wide, convulsively jerking my legs and arms, trying to pull the noose off my neck. But the neck seems to have broken instead.

It took me a long time to pass out.

But I still remember his last phrase:

- Dead shoes are useless.

I woke up at night. It was dark, only the stars shone in the black sky, and the silhouettes of the trees were frightening. I had no shoes on. I looked around. No one around. They're gone? I'm in hell? Or not?

There was a noose around my neck ... oh, right, they hanged me. But why am I here? Surprisingly, the injuries I received did not hurt and did not cause torment, even a broken neck did not make itself felt. I didn't even breathe!

Have I become a ghost?

I didn't know what to do next, and just looked around. Where should I go? What to do? I still stood and stood in one place ...

Until I heard some noise nearby. I already had nothing to lose, and I went for it. I couldn’t know WHO I’m getting to know. I couldn’t have known that those stories about the spirits of missing children were true. I didn't think they would accept me into their ranks. I didn't think I would become another prisoner of this damn place. But you know ... I’m not alone now. Yes, I hated my killers, but I ... I guess I deserve it. And even if I became no better than them, but someone much worse, I did not think that I would have ... friends?

... Yes, perhaps friends.

#wick horror game #wick hellbent games #oc x canon #oc

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ardett · 3 years ago

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Snakes and Owls

Description: Athena stands, putting a hand beneath Medusa’s chin and raising the mortal’s eyes to meet her own. “I can make sure you are never hurt again. But it will change you forever. Is this what you want?”

“It is,” Medusa breathes. Her hands are not shaking anymore.

Athena nods. A blinding light floods every crevice of the room, of the temple, spilling out into the mortal world.

The strands of Medusa’s hair wind together into the sleek bodies of snakes. Her hair pins become their pointed teeth. Her eyes change from ocean blue to endless gray, the same shade as Athena’s and now imbued with her gift. Her gaze will turn anyone who looks upon her to stone.

And when the light fades, Medusa is reborn.

in which Athena transforms Medusa not for punishment but for power and protection

written for the @greekmythszine !

You can also read this on Ao3!

The first day Athena met Medusa, she knew the mortal would live an exceptional life. Many had said the same but they were all blinded by Medusa’s beauty. They saw her manipulating the wills of men. They saw her marrying into wealth and riches. They saw her power only as an offshoot of her future husband’s.

Athena saw more than that.

Athena saw a woman who had willingly given up her own self-pleasure to serve a higher purpose. She saw a woman who was sought by so many and yet still pledged herself as a virgin priestess of Athena. Many swore themselves to her, but few persevered through the first years when the work was the most monotonous and thankless. Medusa, however, was true to her duties as a priestess despite the advances of visiting men. She always turned her gaze away from them and back to the gilded statue of the goddess.

Athena respected her for that and though a mortal could never compare to her own godly nature, she saw herself in the woman. Medusa had wisdom beyond her youthful years. She constantly looked to the future rather than the mortal distractions that still persisted in her life. She also had a fighting spirit that Athena admired from afar, particularly evident as she turned down yet another boy who thought himself worthy enough to enter her sacred temple.

Unbeknownst to Athena, she wasn’t the only god who’s interest had been piqued by Medusa.

Athena had thought that Poseidon had gracefully acquiesced to her victory in Athens but she should have known. All men, even godly ones, seem to hold grudges against women who upstage them.

While Athena had been occupied on Olympus, Poseidon snuck into her temple in the form of a man and singled out Medusa, perhaps because of Athena’s favor or perhaps only for her beauty. Either way, he fell upon her like a shark devouring a hapless fish.

Athena feels the fire in her temple go out. This is unusual but not a reason to worry. Her priestesses are only mortals after all and though the fire is supposed to remain eternally lit, mistakes had been made before. But as the minutes pass and the hearth is not reignited, Athena feels the first sharp sting of concern.

She appears in the temple. No one is there. The marble hall is hollow and empty. Athena turns to her offering altar but the coals aren’t red and smoldering as if the fire was neglected. The fire has been put out deliberately. The coals have been doused in saltwater.

Then Athena hears the shriek.

She whirls towards the sound and runs down the hall. She throws the door to a back storage room open, brittle wood cracking against the marble wall, but it’s too late. She sees the blood between Medusa’s thighs and she launches a spear at the man on top of her with a guttural scream. Poseidon disappears a moment before it would have pierced his heart, leaving only a dark chuckle in the air and the scent of salt. The spear lodges deep in the stone wall.

Athena’s rage roars inside her. She would have hunted Poseidon to the gates of Atlantis had she not heard Medusa’s rasping sobs. Instead, she moves to Medusa’s side. She has never kneeled for anyone before but for her most loyal priestess, she goes to her knees.

She gently guides Medusa’s head into her lap. The woman is trembling, curled in upon herself. Her clothes have been ripped and stained. Her hair has been knotted by unwanted hands.

“I’m sorry,” Medusa cries. Her tears only make the air smell stronger of salt.

“You have nothing to apologize for. This was not your fault.” Athena runs her fingers through Medusa’s hair in an attempt to calm her. Medusa flinches. Athena immediately takes her hand away.

“But your priestesses must be virgins. And I’m— I’m no longer—”

“Hush. It was not your choice. I would not punish you for this,” Athena soothes.

For many minutes, they sit in silence. There is only the sound of Medusa’s quiet gasps and muffled sobs. Athena aches to grab her spear and shield. War has always come easier to her than comfort but she knows that being here is more important than taking revenge in the mortal’s honor.

Eventually, Medusa murmurs, nails scratching against the stone, “I’m sorry, goddess. I don’t know if I can continue to serve you. I don’t know if I can remain in this place after it has been so tainted for me.” Medusa shudders as she relives the violent memory.

Athena hums. The note is low and sonorous and forgiving. “Feel no guilt, dear priestess. Your life is yours to live as you please. You have my blessing.”

Medusa pushes herself away from Athena and rises to her feet. “And what if I cannot bear to live on?” She begins to pace. Her fingers tangle in her hair. “I cannot live like this. He has claimed my body as his own. My hair, he told me my hair was the most beautiful he’s ever seen.” Her hands come down to claw at her eyes. “He said my eyes reminded him of the sea. Of his sea. Even if I were to cut my hair and blind myself, I would never be free of him. I would only be more helpless. This is a fear I cannot endure.”

Medusa stops, her gaze void of emotion. A tear drips down her cheek as she stares at the spot where her blood still marks the ground. “Goddess, I am lost,” she whispers.

Athena stands, putting a hand beneath Medusa’s chin and raising the mortal’s eyes to meet her own. “I can make sure you are never hurt again.”

Medusa looks up at her, eyes wide and trusting in the face of her goddess. “How?”

Athena’s expression hardens. She begins to glow from within as her true godly nature begins to show through. “Your hair would be your first line of defense. Your eyes would be your greatest weapon. No man will ever dare to touch you. It will be them who tremble in fear,” she swears. “But it will change you forever. Is this what you want?”

“It is,” Medusa breathes. Her hands are not shaking anymore.

Athena nods. A blinding light floods every crevice of the room, of the temple, spilling out into the mortal world.

And when the light fades, Medusa is reborn.

Athena leaves Medusa on the island of Sarpedon. It’s an isolated paradise, far from the reaches of man. She also transformed Medusa’s sisters, Stheno and Euryale, so Medusa would not have to bear her trauma alone.

Athena wants to give her a life of peace but she knows that mortal men can never allow good to thrive without trying to take it for themselves. She bestowed her gifts upon Medusa so the priestess could defend herself with her own strength. She knows Medusa will need them and the help of her sisters.

For many long years, the sisters prosper on their island. The beaches are decorated with stone statues. It’s impossible to remain hidden as stories of disappearing sailors spread but they prove themselves more than capable of handling the threats that wash ashore.

Then King Polydectes of Seriphos demands that Perseus bring him the head of Medusa.

Athena doesn’t like to involve herself in mortal affairs but this time she has no choice. Perseus is a demigod, the son of Zeus, and the king of the gods will not allow him to fail. Zeus demands that Athena give her shield to Perseus and he keeps the goddess under careful watch while Perseus stalks closer to the home of Medusa.

Perseus uses Athena’s polished shield as a mirror so he never looks directly upon Medusa, avoiding her stone gaze. Athena loathes the part she is being made to play. Medusa’s sisters are bathing on the other side of the island. Athena cannot intervene.

Athena is forced to watch as Perseus severs Medusa’s head from her body. It hits the ground with a sickening thud. Medusa’s snakes go limp. They have no one to protect anymore. A tear runs down Athena’s cheek. Her hands tremble with rage. But she cannot act.

Athena doesn’t look away as Perseus plunges Medusa’s head into a bag. Medusa deserves the respect of being seen and remembered as more than a monster. She deserves to be mourned.

Perseus uses Medusa’s head to turn the disgraced King Polydectes and his other enemies to stone. He uses her to slay the great sea monster Cetus, saving the Princess Andromeda and winning himself a wife. Athena wonders if there is no saving mortal women, if their fate is to be eternally used by men in the quest for their own glory.

Finally Perseus calls upon her, burning an offering in her name, and Athena appears before him.

Perseus bows on his knees. “Great goddess Athena, thank you for your patronage. I have come to return your shield and give you the spoils of my victory against the hideous monster.” He produces her shield and the head of Medusa, laying them at her feet.

Athena stares at the blood still draining from Medusa’s neck, staining the floor like all those years ago when she had tried to save her most loyal priestess from having to endure the abuse of men again. Her anger is unspeakable. Is there anything that can remain pure and unharmed in this world? Is there anything sacred?

Her spear begins to materialize. She could kill Perseus with the flick of a wrist. She could avenge Medusa’s memory.

A crack of thunder echoes in the distance. Destiny has other plans for Perseus. Zeus will not allow it. Her spear disappears.

She takes up her shield, cradles Medusa’s head in her arms, and sneers down at the mortal man.

“Never call on me again,” she growls, the threat of war on her tongue. She leaves him on his knees.

Once she is alone, she sets Medusa’s head in her shield. She will carry it with her wherever she goes. There could be no greater honor.

Athena’s work is not yet done. She gathers the blood dripping from the severed head as it traces paths down her shield. Her measured hands separate the blood of the right side of her body from the left. Even in her death, Athena can still give Medusa these gifts.

Athena travels to the apothecary of Asclepius. He’s always been a diligent follower of hers. He visits her temple regularly and has prayed for her guidance many times. When Medusa had vanished, he had asked after her, not in the lustful way of her persistent suitors, but with the genuine concern of a friend. Athena hadn’t forgotten that.

She strolls into his shop in the guise of a young woman dressed as a priestess from her own temple. Asclepius looks up, startling at the sound of his door opening.

“The goddess Athena wished for you to have these.” Athena bares the two vials of blood in her palms. She holds the vial from the right side of Medusa’s body aloft. “This one has properties capable of ending life. The other can raise the dead.” She places them on his counter. Asclepius delicately picks them up, mouth slightly open in shock. “She believes you will use them wisely. Do not disappoint her,” Athena warns.

“I won’t,” Asclepius promises. He holds the vials a little tighter. As Athena starts to leave, he shouts after her, “Wait! Where are these from?”

Athena turns only slightly to answer him. “They are made by the sacrifice of an old friend. Treat them with respect.”

As she walks through the door, Asclepius follows after her, more questions curling on his tongue, but Athena is already gone. In her wake, she leaves only a single owl feather.

Asclepius goes on to become the founder of Greek medicine. Stheno and Euryale, sisters of Medusa, mourn their loss. The island of Sarpedon fades into obscurity. Athena swears herself in the defense of women and continues to give them the strength to fight for themselves. All the while, Medusa is by her side, her image watching over Athena from her shield.

People tell stories of an abused girl who was turned on by a vengeful goddess. They spin legends of a hideous and dangerous monster. They tell the lies that best suit themselves and their version of history but Athena will always honor Medusa’s true memory. It is that of a loyal priestess, that of a tenacious survivor, that of a beloved friend. It is that of a true warrior.

#athena #Medusa #myth retelling #Greek Mythology #thewar

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vosh-rakh · 4 years ago

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meeting of the minds

Ku-vastei wearily steps inside from the rain, slamming the round metal door behind her. She begins to wring out her robes, swearing to every god and saint she knows under her breath.

A heavily-armored man draws his sword and points it towards her. “What are you doing here, slave?”

Too tired to speak, Ku simply glares at the cyrod as she continues to dry herself off.

“How did you get up here?” pursues the warrior, stepping closer. “These are Master Aryon’s private -”

Before he can take another step, a daedric spearpoint materializes in xanthous light at his throat, freezing him in place. “Come no closer, n’wah,” Ku declares, her tired voice deep and rumbling, “if you value your neck.”

“Turedas? What’s all this commotion about?” calls a silvery voice from upstairs. A dunmer descends the spiral staircase, hiking up his robe so he doesn’t trip. He spies Ku-vastei with her conjured weapon pressed against his bodyguard’s gorget and his face lights up. “Ah, Turedas, settle down. This is the guest I told you to expect.”

The cyrod carefully sheathes his weapon, and Ku follows suit, the spear dissipating into tiny flecks of yellow floating to the ceiling and beyond. “I did not expect you meant to meet with a slave, Councilor,” says Turedas, his eyes still carefully trained on Ku.

“She is no slave of mine or anyone else,” replies Master Aryon, patting the warrior on the back. Ku-vastei notices he lacks the coarse Vvardenfell accent. “She is like Smokeskin-killer, a free argonian. We do not keep slaves in Tel Vos.” He smiles at Ku-vastei. “My apologies for the confusion. My man here once worked at the slave market in Sadrith Mora. Despite his Cyrodiilic origins, his heart was hardened to the abuses there.”

Ku-vastei grunts and goes back to wringing out her robes. “No, no,” interjects Aryon, taking a careless step closer. “Here. Allow me. You’ll feel warmer for a moment.”

Ku narrows her eyes but allows him. With a wave of his hand, vaporous orange light encircles her, pulling the moisture from her clothing and suffusing her body with a pleasant warmth. Her tail pulls itself taut with a cozy shiver. “Thank you,” she offers in return.

“Think nothing of it, muthsera. Come upstairs with me, I was just about to sit down for dinner.” He waves her towards the stairs with a practiced bow and flourish of his hands. “Turedas, if you would, please mop up the entryway.”

Turedas groans but nods in deference to his master. Ku follows Aryon up the fungal stairs, her tail “accidentally” slapping Turedas on her way past. As they climb, she begs the question, “See, you know what stairs are. No levitation necessary to go from one floor to the other. Then why do you require it to access this tower at all?”

“It is a longstanding tradition of the Telvanni,” answers Master Aryon. “We are a House steeped in wizardry, of course. So to reach our finest, you must prove yourself capable of such an essential spell, or at least resourceful enough to buy or brew a potion. This way it is impossible for lesser men to waste our often valuable time.” He pauses, then adds, “...Or so the tradition goes.”

“So you hesitate before tradition?” Ku observes.

“In its most outdated forms, yes.”

“Yet you keep the common folk of Vos a mile away from you. Very faithful adherence.”

The magister turns to look at Ku-vastei for a moment, then smiles. “...Some traditions die harder than others. Some must be followed so that others may be changed. It is a sacrifice. You are very observant, Ku-vastei, and that shall do you well in House Telvanni.”

They arrive at the second floor of the fungiform tower, where a table ladened with food awaits. “Be my honored guest, muthsera, and have a seat,” Master Aryon proclaims, throwing his arms wide with entreaty.

As Ku-vastei sets aside her pack and cautiously tucks her tail to sit at the table, she admires with salivating tongue the grand feast laid out before her: gleaming slaughterfish sashimi with an inky dipping sauce; an entire leg of mudcrab, plump and stuffed with golden meat; perfectly molded saltrice balls, neatly tucked into hackle-lo leaves; a bowl of bright blue roasted dovah-flies; and a large cup of mulled shein, steaming with an intoxicating aroma. She lifts it to her nose with both hands, inhaling deeply. The weather must have clogged her sinuses, because the blast of spices clears them right back out, like a fire removing a colony of its congestive kwama.

“Feel free to help yourself,” Aryon says, taking his own seat and separating his corkbulb chopsticks. “I prepared enough for the both of us.”

Ku takes a mighty swig of the shein before setting it back down. She forgoes her own pair of chopsticks and begins popping dovah-flies into her mouth with gusto, each one carefully pinched between her claws. Aryon watches attentively as he slowly dips a piece of sashimi into the black sauce.

“You knew -” Ku says between bite-swallows, “- that I would be coming.”

Aryon ignores this observation, instead making one of his own. “You approach this meal with proud carelessness. Who is to say I haven’t poisoned the dovah-flies?”

Ku laughs, picking up the massive crab leg. “A man of your status should know we argonians are immune to the poisons of men and mer.”

“Yes,” Aryon replies with a chuckle of his own. “Of men and mer, yes. But I know of at least three brewed in the dark depths of your homeland that are immune to your immunity.”

The leg cracks open violently, mudcrab meat scattering across the table.

“But you needn’t worry,” entreats Aryon. He moves his chopsticks in a single calculated motion to pick up a dovah-fly and pops it into his mouth, savoring the crunch before continuing. “Such poisons have no antidotes. We are here as allies, Ku-vastei. We serve the same purpose. In serving me, you serve yourself.” He pauses to fish a piece of misplaced crab meat out of the murky depths of the sauce. “My Mouth told me you were coming.” He taps on a lavender-stoned ring on his finger as he chews.

“...Telepathic ring?” Ku asks, her pupils dilating slightly as she examines it. She gently takes a saltrice ball and nibbles on it, a bit more cautiously now, despite Aryon’s assurances.

“Close,” Aryon says after swallowing. “Teleportation. I prefer to meet face to face. I had Galos take the long way back to Sadrith Mora.” He rolls the ring under his fingers across the table towards Ku-vastei. “This is yours now, as I’m making you my new Mouth.”

“I’m not standing around in Sadrith Mora all day.” Ku’s hunger gets the best of her, and she finishes off the ball quickly. But the words have an effect - she takes her own pair of chopsticks and awkwardly fiddles with them to pick up a piece of sashimi. She does not touch the ring just yet.

Aryon laughs. “No, no, I won’t expect that of you. Galos will still take care of the minor clerical duties of the position.” He watches Ku’s attempts with a frown. “Look. See how I hold them? Like this,” he says, rotating his hand towards Ku-vastei. He deftly picks up a dovah-fly and pops it into his mouth.

Ku adjusts her grip and tries to pick up a dovah-fly herself. She manages to lift it a few inches from the bowl before twisting it out of the sticks, sending it rolling off the table. “Xuth,” she exclaims under her breath.

“Much better. You’re a quick learner.” He sets down his chopsticks and leans back in his chair. “I suppose they didn’t teach you proper etiquette at the Savethi Plantation, did they?”

Ku-vastei’s nostrils flare slightly. “You’re very well researched,” she remarks, biding her temper.

“Yes,” Master Aryon says. “I’m well aware of your past prior to arriving on Vvardenfell. Your role in the Arnesian War is particularly impressive. You’re quite the impactful character, Ku-vastei.”

“What’s your point?” Ku lays down her own chopsticks.

“You know, unlike most of my fellows in the House, I’m quite sympathetic to your plight, and that of your people.”

Ku presses a palm firmly on the surface of the table. “You know nothing of ‘our plight,’ n’wah. You live just the same privileged life as the rest of you house-folk.”

Aryon clears his throat and leans in. “I may not have ever been a slave, Ku-vastei, but I am fond of progress. The business of slavery is an ancient tradition, and ancient traditions must be abolished for a new society to blossom. Are you familiar with the teachings of Vivec?”

“No,” Ku-vastei lies. She’s read some of his sermons, but admitting familiarity feels treacherous.

“Ah, nevermind then. But as I said, in order for our society to flourish, it must be destroyed and made anew. This goes especially for our Great House Telvanni. You will find me just as progressive as the staunchest abolitionist.”

He lifts his cup of shein to his nose, inhaling the aroma of the spices. “I’m aware how your name translates from Jel to Aldmeris. ‘Catalyst for necessary change.’ It served you well in rebellion, and I think it can serve us well here. Working with me, you can once again be that catalyst, and forever change the face of Great House Telvanni.” With his offer pitched, he leans back in his chair and takes a sip of the wine.

Ku-vastei mulls it over for a bit. In order to advance within the house, it seems she has little choice. And perhaps he truly will end up a valuable ally. She picks up the ring and inspects it briefly before sliding it onto her middle finger. The magical ring glows in reaction to its new wearer, expanding and tightening to fit comfortably. “One condition,” she says. “Build some damn stairs to this place.”

“Well,” Aryon interjects, “with the ring, you won’t need-”

“I don’t care. Build some stairs.”

Aryon narrows his eyes briefly but smiles. He extends his hand over the feast. “Deal.”

Ku takes his soft hand and shakes it firmly, saying nothing.

After feasting further and conversing about House politics and magical theory, Ku-vastei makes ready to leave. On her way out she meets Turedas again.

“Good evening, sera,” he says, hissing the honorific.

“I’m Master Aryon’s Mouth now, n’wah.”

The color falls from the cyrod’s face. “Yes, serjo. Of course.”

Ku-vastei turns swiftly towards the door, slapping Turedas with her tail again as she does, before quickly marching out into the clear night.

#title sucks but w/e #tes #tesblr #morrowind #vvardenfell #telvanni #master aryon #oc: ku-vastei #tel vos

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Silent Treatment

A drabble not for @lokislastlove

Warning: some arguing, nonconsent sex, threats of violence, biting.

It was almost amusing how long it took him to catch on.

Certainly, Thor had noticed that you were avoiding him, that the bulk of your time in Asgard had been spent with his brother rather than him. You knew it would bother him. Eventually. And you hoped he felt the same way you did.

Was it silly to feel so hurt? Well, how else should you feel. The two-minute video sent you into a tailspin of anger but you’d already arrived and you weren’t quite sure what to say. So you said nothing. You graced Thor with a shrug or the occasional nod but you just couldn’t give much more.

You wouldn’t be so embarrassed if you hadn’t been sent the clip personally. Several friends made you aware of his little flirtation which was now being broadcast everywhere. Headlines called the God of Thunder ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’. You just thought he was ridiculous.

It made you wonder if for the last year he’d just been telling you what you wanted to like he had that girl. Sure, it was just an interview and tried to convince yourself he was merely playing the PR game but why had he kissed her hand like that? Why had he called her ‘sweetheart’?

Sooner or later you would have to say something. Anything. But for now, you were going to let Thor think you would rather listen to Loki expound on how he tricked his own brother into a cave full of giant bats. The idea of a young prince being so easily deceived was amusing, but when it was revealed it had been well beyond Thor’s childhood, it was almost pitiful.

You walked with Loki through the halls, passing the tall pillars, and admiring the extravagant portraits of the Asgardian elite. On earth, no one lived like that anymore. It was more selfies and those dumb wall signs that read ‘live, laugh, love’.

Then you saw the shadow. You had thought you’d spotted him before but weren’t entirely sure. Loki’s green eyes flicked behind you and his little smirk betrayed his own awareness. Thor was attempting to eavesdrop but wasn’t very stealthy.

The dark-haired prince stopped you by a portrait of a mystical creature which resembled an elephant but had porcelain like skin.

“My father saw the last of these beasts,” Loki said as he gestured to the painting. “I always thought it a tragedy. So regal. But they weren’t anything you could tame. Not like...” He glanced towards the far end of the corridor and touched your shoulder. “Some.”

You realised what he was doing. For as conspicious as Thor was, you were just as bad. Surely Loki knew why you insisted on his presence but he didn’t mind being a tool if it was against his brother.

He leaned in and lowered his voice so only you could hear.

“Whatever he did, he probably deserves this,” Loki winked and kissed your cheek.

“Loki!” Thor’s voice boomed around the stone columns and his boots echoed at his advance. “Away from her!”

Loki stood straight but stayed close to you as Thor stormed towards him. You stepped between them and stopped Thor from accosting his brother. He reached past you but you caught his arm.

“Thor,” You said calmly. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I saw what he was doing!” Thor snarled.

“You were spying on us?” You asked.

“He kissed you!” Thor snapped.

“On the cheek. It was only friendly.” You insisted. “You think I would betray you?”

“I don’t know what you would you do, you’ve not talked to me since your arrival.” Thor retorted.

“Do not worry about her, brother, worry about me,” Loki taunted.

You held back a laugh as Thor’s face contorted with anger and Loki smoothly dodged another grab as you lost hold of his arm.

“Thor,” You pulled him back by his hand. “Let him go.”

“Yes, brother, you should attend to your affairs before mine,” Loki teased. “Or yours shall become mine.”

“Enough,” You warned Loki and he smirked.

He turned and strode away as Thor fumed next to you. When he was gone, you looked to the blond Asgardian and shook your head.

“What is this about?” He asked. “Why do you spurn me? I thought we--”

“I thought we were good too, Thor,” You interjected. “And then I see you hanging off some woman in Times Square.”

“I--” His eyes searched. “It was only an interview. I was having fun.”

“It wasn’t fun for me to see. Did you ever think of that?”

“I didn’t think it was that serious,” He shrugged.

“And all this time I was ignoring you, you never asked me what was wrong.” You said.

“I suppose I didn’t, but you also didn’t tell me.” He returned.

“Don’t do that,” You huffed. “Don’t you think that was inappropriate?”

“It wasn’t real,” He insisted.

“So I don’t get an apology?” You asked.

“What about Loki?” He countered.

“What about him? He kissed my cheek, I didn’t kiss his,” You said. :But if you are upset then I am sorry.”

Thor was silent and looked down. You waited. Nothing.

“You’re not going to apologize?” You asked again.

“I don’t see a reason for it. I was being friendly.”

“Oh?”

“And you weren’t there.”

“I wasn’t there? So what does that mean? That you can do whatever you want?”

“I am a king so yeah,” He scoffed.

Your mouth fell open and you threw your hands up. You backed away from him and shook your head.

“I wanna go home.”

“You haven’t even spent a moment with me and all you do is argue,” He said. “You haven’t given me a chance to make up for it.”

“You won’t even say sorry,” You accused. “What else can you do to make it up?”

“You’re not going anywhere. No one leaves or enters Asgard without my say.”

“I’ll find a way out,” You turned away.

“Loki won’t help you,” Thor was quick and pulled you back by your arm. “I won’t let him and he’s not that type.”

“And what are you then?” You tried to wrench away and he caught your other arm.

“I’m yours,” His voice deepened dangerously. “And you’re mine. That’s what you said.”

“Thor, let me go.” You pushed on his chest.

“No,” He said evenly. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m telling you to. What is wrong with you?”

“You have ignored me for the last week,” He marched you backwards as he spoke sternly, “I have welcomed you to my home, my kingdom, and you’ve treated me like nothing more than air.” You hit the wall harshly. “And you thought you could me jealous by using Loki? I’m not that stupid.”

“Thor--”

“I brought you here because I wanted you to see my home. Your home.” He said tersely. “Because I love you and no one can change that.”

“Please--”

“And know I do love you and if I do stray, I still will, but every wife must accept that they cannot change the nature of man. The nature of a god.” He held you to the wall as he leaned in. “I will take what I want when I want it.”

“Get off--”

He crashed his lips into yours roughly. You grabbed at his chest frantically, almost suffocated by his kiss. You bit down and he pulled away suddenly. He pinned you to the wall with an arm across your shoulders as he touched his lip. You hadn’t broken the skin.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He snarled and grabbed the front of you jeans. “You must understand that by now.”

He pulled hard on the denim and the button came of as the zipped split. He leaned his weight on you as he forced the pants down past your hips. You kicked out and he easily blocked you. He stomped your foot and brought his large hand to your cheek, resting it there.

“I never wanted to hurt you,” He said. “So don’t make me.”

You quivered and his hand crept back down your body. Your panties were nothing to him as he tore them away. He placed his foot in the crotch of your jeans and forced them down the rest of the way. He freed one of your feet and grabbed your leg. He bent it against him and kissed you again.

His arm left your chest and went around you. He held you to him as he devoured you. You turned your head away from him and he growled. His arm fell lower and he lifted you. He balanced you between his body and the wall as he reached down between you.

His movements grew impatient as you struggled against him. You grabbed onto his arm and tried to wriggle your leg free of his grasp.

“You liked it before,” He purred as his fingers brushed your cunt. “Don’t act so innocent.”

“Please, Thor--”

“You want to play the silence game, we’ll play,” He grabbed his cock and rubbed it along your pussy. “Don’t make a fucking sound.”

He pushed himself back to your entrance and you voice fizzled as he sheathed himself in you. You were breathless as he filled you entirely. He was big and you weren’t used to taking him so suddenly, sometimes not even all of him. You clamped your lips shut before you could cry out and he hummed as he leaned against you.

He rested his head against the wall next to yours and his hand slipped down to your ass. He began to thrust, long, deliberate jerks that made your entire body ache. You let out little whimpers as he rutted against you, your arms pinned between your bodies.

“Shhh,” He hushed you as he nuzzled your neck.

He didn’t let up as the clapping of his flesh echoed down the airy corridors and his grunts interspersed the lascivious noise. You lifted your chin as your eyes rolled back in a mixture of pain and unexpected pleasure. His teeth grazed your neck and sank into your skin as he growled.

He jolted your body violently as his voice rose and his motion grew frantic. Your back was sore from the stone wall behind you and your arms were starting to buzz from being crushed against him. You let out shaky breaths as he gave several violent thrust and peaked with beastly grunt.

He stilled but kept you trapped between him and the stone. His breath lingered on your skin and he slowly lifted his head. He cradled your cheek and kissed your forehead gently.

“I do prefer it more when you’re loud.” He purred.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #dark thor x reader #dark!thor x reader #drabble #but kinda long #mcu #marvel #dark!drabble #dark drabble

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b-rainlet · 3 years ago

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📓📓📓📓

- the-scarecrxw

(Since you sent 4 of those emojis I'm gonna go off but I'll stick to one in this answer and make seperate posts for the others aksnsns)

I can't give you anything Jonathan centric (that isn't Tommy/Jonathan, one of my fave rarepairs) but Jerome features in lots of my AUs.

This one is one of my faves that's entirely self-indulgent and if it ever gets written it's probably gonna be the longest fic I ever published (Again: If it ever gets written):

I gotta apologize in advance, it's just a fun little AU I haven't put too much thoughts into in terms of plotting so this is gonna be A. Long, B. Messy and C. A little chaotic

- First off, you gotta understand that @nsfwitchy2 Me had some fun with a pretty nonsensical and definitely not canon-compliant AU where Jerome and Jeremiah have three Mums (Tabby, Lee and Barbara, who all date) and live with them and Barbara Lee as their little sister.

- Ecco also lives with them, she sees herself as both the twins' gf more than a genuine part of the family tho (for now)

- (Meanwhile at Wayne Manor Alfred and Jim date and are very tired parents of Bruce and his clone 514A, in this AU - and pretty much every AU - nicknamed Brook)

- (Selina kinda goes back and forth between living at Wayne Manor or at Lee's place)

- Also, everyone dates. The twins. The clones. Eccomiah, Jecco, Batcat, Valeyne, Wayleska, they're all fucking

- Which isn't THAT important for this particular AU but I figured I'd give a warning xD

- This is mostly my attempt to give Tabitha some more backstory? Just...how I personally see her character and how I could see her end up if things would've went differently after S2

- The google docs file is called 'How Tabitha started being a Mum while disregarding canon completely' lmao

- Like her current life involves having 4 kids (if you count Selina) and two wives and that's a hell of an AU and I just like to overthink things and play with the way things would have needed to have gone in canon to have her 'end up' like this

- Also I can see her struggling with having a family all if a sudden (that isn't a manipulative brother or a weird cult)

-Especially if that involves Motherhood

- So on one hand it's a 'S2 until now' fic, explaining what happened to her in my canon

- But also - mostly because I find that easier to organize in my brain - it's interwoven with a 5+1-esque fic of all her children calling her 'Mum' (and her getting emotional over that)

- So it switches back and forth between the past and the present but for rambling's sake, I'll start with the past

- She still leaves Theo behind and flees with Silver but she keeps Silver close instead of immediately sending her away

- And her and Silver get taken in by Fish after they leave Theo because they have nowhere to go and Fish loves taking care of strays

- (Fish, who probably didn't end up in Indian Hill but rather lives in hiding until she is ready to strike against Penguin)

- She refers to herself as Liza's Mother in canon, you can't tell me she wouldn't instantly adopt Tabby and call her 'Honey' and give her motherly advice while Tabby tries to be all bite but actually enjoys somebody taking care of her for once

- Selina🤝Tabby

'Trying so very hard all the time to not show how soft and insecure they are'

- Actually, I'd start diverting from Canon even sooner aksnsjd

- Well not full on changing canon, but I'd...pepper in some stuff

- Like some scenes of her back with Theo and the Maniax

- Mostly her talking to Theo about Jerome's planned murder, which, yeah, she knows it's been set in stone from the beginning but that doesn't mean that she isn't talking about alternatives where he doesn't get killed off

- And Theo's like "Don't tell me you're going soft. No one will miss him. He was just a boy. Not worthy enough to be remembered."

- And later on she betrays him and goes 'I remember him'

- Anyway, they stay with Fish for a while but Tabby doesn't wanna keep Silver in Gotham

- So she sends her back to the school she went to before coming to Gotham with Theo (but makes sure their weird cult can't get their hands on her there)

- And Silver wants her to come with but Tabby says she has some unfinished business

- Aka she just doesn't wanna leave Barbara (who is in a coma atm, if Memory serves right)

- And Tabby's reasoning is that it's not safe in Gotham but really, she thinks she can't be responsible for another person

- "She needs a mother. A Family. I can't give her that." - "You are her family."

- So Silver's out of the picture and Tabby hangs with Fish until Barbara wakes up and they get together again (and never ever seperate)

- Also there's no Butch/Tabby because that was unnecessary as fuck

- And I gotta be honest, I haven't thought more about canon because Butch/Tabby alone makes my head hurt already but somehow they start dating Lee

- Who brings Jerome into the relationship because I sure am fond of Lee being Jerome's Mother (like as in, I have several wips with that concept alone not counting this one)

- Jerome probably came back to life after S3 and Lee fought to have him not be treated like a violent criminal but rather a child who was taken advantage of and after his release from Arkham (where she visited him and made sure he got some proper treatment) it seemed natural to have him live with her

- (But also he's still a criminal aksnsjs, you can see how much I thought about this)

- (Sue me for sticking to the heartfelt scenes and avoiding the mess that is plotting)

- Tabby and Barbara already had Selina and through Jerome, Jeremiah and Ecco were added et voila! Their Family is complete

- (Why exactly Barbara Lee exists if Tabby and Barbara have been non-stop dating since S2 I can't tell you, I simply think she is neat and I like the idea of big brother Jerome)

- (This AU? Self-indulgent? Why would you ever think that?)

- In the present however she is dealing with what is mostly referred to as 'feelings'

- Mostly panic at realizing that the bunch of weird children she's been living with are seeing her as some kind of parental figure

- Because suddenly they all call her 'Mum'

- Unsurprisingly the first one to call her Mum is Jerome at breakfast

- She's reading the newspaper and there's an article about a hostage situation the twins planned and he goes 'Mum, are you done with that? Can we see?'

- And they snatch it from her and argue about how they didn't even make the front page while Tabby nearly chokes on her coffee

- And of course she breaks down talks to her wives about it later while they get ready for bed because no one ever called her 'Mum' before

- Barbara's braiding her hair, while Lee's off to the side, getting ready for bed and it's very domestic and I am very gay

- But neither see it as a big deal because both of them have been called Mum before (by Jerome at least. Like. Immediately upon meeting them)

- So she's trying to be nonchalant about it because it's only a big deal if she makes it one

- While also not being able to deny the warm feeling that spreads throughout her body when Jerome keeps calling her 'Mum'

- Miah and Selina on the other hand are both hesitant to call anyone Mum

- Miah cause of Pride, Selina cause of her Mummy Issues

- But they both do at some point

- I think I have more notes on this SOMEWHERE but I kinda wanna have Miah call her Mum while he's ill (because we all know he'd be super fussy and want attention 24/7)

- So she humours him and while he's close to falling asleep - and she's totally not carding her fingers through his hair because she isn't soft or anything - he mumbles: "Thank you Mum" and she melts

- Selina would be more angsty

- Like, maybe it's her birthday and she disappears for a while (as she tends to do) but Tabby (who's closest to her) knows how hard this day is for her (since again her Mum isn't there with here and looks for her and brings her back home but doesn't make a big fuss out of her birthday

- Just...lets her be, gives her space but also lets her curl up close to her and maybe Selina doesn't call her Mum on that exact day

- But it's the day she realizes she wouldn't mind calling Tabitha her Mother, so she hesitantly tries it out a while later (maybe days, maybe weeks, however long it takes for her to feel comfortable with it) and they share a smile

- Then there's Barbara Lee, but she barely counts because she's a toddler and calls everyone 'Mummy'

- Even her father ajsnsnsn

- The last one would be Ecco because I have a very soft spot for Tabby and Ecco being close

- Ecco's rather formal with them for the longest time (she calls Barbara, Lee and Tabby 'Ma'am' for the most part because she may like them, but she doesn't think they see her as family. She's just the token girlfriend).

- So there's a scene where they connect, possibly over Tabby's hand and Ecco's head since I hc that Ecco gets headaches and migraines a lot (considering that she still gets shot in the head by Miah, like I said, this AU isn't necessarily the most bullet proof in terms of linear timelines)

- But so is Gotham so-

- So there's possibly a scene where Ecco's headache is getting super bad and no one's around (especially not Miah to dote on her) and Tabby awkwardly tries to bond by telling her about her hand and how she can't feel much (is a little clumsy with it) and Ecco immediately imprints on her like a duckling

- Maybe it's even the first time anyone reached out to Ecco in a way that feels genuine, especially without the twins or any of her (various) other partners being present so now she's willing to die for Tabby

- Which ends in her also calling her 'Mum' (while she keeps calling Lee and Barbara 'Ma'am' and Lee's so mad ajsnsjdj she was trying so hard to bond with this kid but couldn't quite get it right and you're telling her her socially pretty clumsy - but still wonderful of course - wife managed with just one conversation?? Slander

- And of course because I can't stop myself, there would be even more tidbits here and there of Tabby overcoming her previous way of living (as in, thinking caring or showing emotions is weakness) by having her reminisce a LOT about Theo

- For example by having Jerome climb into bed with her while Barbara's sleeping and Tabby is waiting for Lee to come home

- Lee works as a doc in the narrows which may be a little illegal, but the people didn't just stop needing help after her Queen of the Narrows arc was over, so I vote she keeps at it (and is held in very high regard for it by pretty much everyone)

- Tabby always stays up until everyone is home because she likes knowing where everyone is and that they're safe while Jerome has frequent nightmares and wanders around the house, so this isn't a rare occurrence

- And sometimes, they talk Theo

- "You miss him?" - "Don't know."

- "I wish he was still alive so I could kill him." - "....Me too." - "Which one?" - "...Both."

- (ajajsbssj this is all just copy pasted and cleaned up a lil', leave me and my pretentious way of writing dialogue alone)

- Tabby also has a lot of interludes where she thinks about what growing up with Theo was like/her childhood in general

- How she always protected him from other children bullying him and how they swore to have each other's back but how in hindsight, she was the one doing all the dirty work for him, helping him fulfill his dream and enact his revenge

- Realizing that he probably never cared for her, not like she cared for him

- There's also allusions to them having sex because you cannot tell me they did NOT have sex

- And it ends with Tabby realizing that she is quite happy with how she ended up, even if it's neither how she thought she would ever live nor what her old self would've even wanted, possibly seeing too many attachments as 'weak' judging by the way she canonly used Butch for convenience sake at first

- And yeah, maybe now she can provide the family - the Mother - somebody else desperately needs

- So she brings Silver home

#This isn't at all presentable #Because the AU is all over the place still #But I am sharing it anyway #Tag: Happy Family #Long Post #WIP Rambles

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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Forgive And Forget - Mario Martinez

Pairing: Mario Martinez x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: You know the drill by now. This isn’t proofread so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please let me know what you think!

Wordcount: 2733

Summary: You and Mario have a fight that ends up with you breaking up. He’s determined to fix things before he leaves for college.

”Come on, (Y/N)! I’m sorry for what I said, okay? Please let me in so we can talk! I love you, mi amor!” There was a pause, but then came his voice again. “We can fix this, right? We’ve been together for six years, it can’t end like this. Please let me in!”

You squeezed your burning eyes shut at the sounds of Mario’s desperate cries, your forehead pressed against your arms where you sat on the stairs right by the front door.

This had been going on pretty much non-stop for two days straight now, ever since you had fought at Spooky’s party and you had run home crying and a broken six-year-long relationship.

Per the instructions of your father and brother, you had turned off your phone in order to be able to ignore his texts and calls, and in the end, he had really gone all out and came over to your house.

When your family wouldn’t let him in, per the request of you, he had opted with yelling out for you outside your house like the absolute idiot he was and always had been.

Your family told you to ignore him and focus on moving on, but it was hard. You had been together for six entire years and you were the loves of each other’s lives. At least he was yours. You had been convinced the feeling was reciprocated but now you weren’t so sure anymore.

“Does he ever stop crying?” Your brother’s voice reached your ears as he emerged from the living room, causing you to look up from your arms.

You watched as he walked into the hall with only a pair of baseball shorts hanging from his hips, his hands ruffling his wet hair with a towel. The entire room started smelling of AXE once he got closer, the smell of the soap he had used in the shower he had seemingly just gotten out of.

You could only hum in response, too depressed to even open your lips. Sniffling, you lowered your cheek back down onto your arm, staring into the wall of the staircase as Mario’s cries kept coming from outside.

“Jesus, your boy’s got problems, sis.” Your brother scoffed. “Don’t worry, I’ll send him off. Again.”

Without another word, he tossed his towel to a chair standing off to the side and walked over to the front door with two long strides, unlocking it and throwing it open to walk outside and disappear from your line of sight.

“Yo, asshole!” You could hear your brother call. “You got to stop this. She doesn’t want to talk to you so leave her alone.”

“I can’t just leave her alone. I leave for college tomorrow and- and-“ Mario was talking in a normal speaking tone now, having stopped yelling when your brother had come outside.

You couldn’t see his face, but you could just imagine the sadness between his beautiful brown eyes, and that picture only made your heart break even more, the painful feeling only intensifying as you processed his words. He would, in fact, be leaving the next day.

“And, and.” Your brother mimicked him in a rude tone, not taking his shit even for a second. “You’re a mess, bro. Go home.”

“Please, I have to apologize.” Mario pleaded, and you could imagine your brother nodding his head to that as he answered.

“Yeah, you do.”

“So you’ll let me in?” Mario’s voice was hopeful, but once again, your brother showed him no mercy, breaking his hope down just as quickly as it got there.

“No.” He denied. “Solve your own problems and stop yelling outside of our house, or we’ll call the cops and have them make you.” He threatened, but Mario didn’t give up.

“Come on, man. Help a brother out. I just need to talk to her.”

“Look, what you did was fucked up and the only reason I’m not beating you to a pulp right now is because my sister loves your pathetic ass but you’re really pushing your luck right now.”

“Come on, how am I supposed to apologize if I can’t get to her?”

“Figure it out yourself. Have fun at college, asshole.” Your brother spat, and you could hear the faint sound of his feet pattering across the stone path leading up to your door now, indicating that he was on his way back.

But he stopped himself, his voice now closer than before as he called out. “And stop crying and grow a pair, man. You’re making a fool out of yourself. It’s embarrassing to listen to.”

When he returned inside, your first instinct was to tell him off for being rude to Mario and lecture him about the fact that showing emotion doesn’t determine a man’s masculinity.

But you caught yourself last minute, as he turned to look at you, the furious expression on his face reminding you that, right now, he didn’t deserve to be defended.

Your brother read you like an open book as his eyes met yours, sensing the hurt and conflict in your head.

“You don’t need that piece of shit.” He told you as he locked the front door again. “He’s immature and wouldn’t recognize the love of a good woman if he got it handed to him on a labeled silver platter.”

His words brought a pathetic cry from your lips and you had to strain yourself really hard in order to not break out into tears right then and there.

“Isn’t that exactly how I’ve been giving it to him, though?” You questioned in a whisper, your lip wobbling, and your brother nodded, giving you a look.

“Yeah, my point exactly. He’s an idiot.” He declared. “You’re worth much better.”

“Your brother is right, mija.” Your father agreed as he stepped through the doorway of the kitchen. “I know it’s easier said than done but try not to think about it. No boy is worth your tears.”

He approached you where you sat and you raised your head from your arms once again, allowing your dad to wipe the hot tears from your cheeks. But they never stopped coming.

Your dad sat down beside you and took you into his arms and your brother snorted in agreement, raising a hand to the curtain covering the window of the door and casting a distasteful glance outside. “Especially not Luigi out there.”

You sniffled, using the hem of your sleeve to wipe your nose. “Is he gone?” You asked in a small voice and he nodded after looking around some more.

“Yeah, seems like he finally got the hint. Piece of shit.” He muttered, before dropping the curtain and turning back to you. “Do you want to watch a movie? Eat some ice cream? Mom bought some Ben & Jerry’s yesterday.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in sadness, remembering you and Mario had been eating Ben & Jerry’s together just an hour before your fight. You never thought such small things would be able to hurt so much.

Shaking your head, you stood up from beside your father on shaky legs, giving your brother an apologetic look. “I think I’m just going to head to bed. I’m not really feeling it tonight.” You confessed.

He looked angry, but he nodded his head, understanding. “I got you. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded in return and after saying goodnight to them and your mother in the kitchen, you headed back upstairs to get ready for bed. You washed your face and braided your hair, and was in the middle of brushing your teeth when you heard a loud thud from inside your room.

You froze at the sound, panic instantly filling your body. You knew your entire family was home so the risk of someone breaking into your house at this exact moment wasn’t very big, but it could never be ruled out in the neighborhood you lived in.

Calling out your brother’s name through a mouthful of toothpaste foam, you got no response. And not when you called out to your parents either.

As the suspicion was growing stronger in the pit of your stomach, you quickly spit out the toothpaste and washed off your toothbrush, putting it back in its cup, before silently heading for your room, your heart beating violently in your chest.

You could practically hear your pulse in your ears, afraid that someone had gotten into the house, only to enter your room and find your boyfriend pushing himself off the floor underneath your open window.

Your body instantly relaxed when seeing the familiar mop of curly black hair, but the relief quickly turned into anger, your feet steering you into the room hastily.

“What the hell, Mario?!” You exclaimed, closing your bedroom door behind you to not alert your parents. “How hard is it for you to take a hint? I don’t want to see you anymore!”

Mario finally managed to get off the floor, having been tangled in your long curtains and held his hands out in defense, almost as if expecting you to jump at him or something.

“Please let me explain.” He pleaded, which only made the anger bubbling in the pit of your stomach grow stronger.

“There’s nothing to explain!” You yelled at him. “You fucking asked me for a guilt free pass for college, that’s unforgivable. It’s over!”

“No, no, please don’t say that.” He pleaded, taking a step closer to you. “I was drunk. I didn’t mean it.”

For each step closer that he took, you took two backward, the heartbreak that you had been trying so hard to push away for the past two days resurfacing when you took in Mario’s messy appearance; bloodshot eyes rimmed with wet tears, dark circles and his hair a mess, looking as if he hadn’t slept for days. But then again, you hadn’t either, and you doubted that you looked any better than he did.

“Well, you know what they say, right?” You let out a dry laugh, swallowing as you felt a fresh set of hot tears starting to poke at your eyes. “Drunk words are sober thoughts. And if that’s what you’re thinking about when you’re drunk with me, I don’t even want to imagine what you would be capable of when drunk without me.”

Mario looked at you with pleading eyes. “I know it’s not an excuse but I wasn’t thinking straight. The boys got me so riled up about you finding someone else with me being gone and I just let it get to my head. It was wrong and I’m sorry.”

You glared through your tears. “I wouldn’t do that and you know it!” You snapped. “You know how much I love you. Hearing you ask that question, knowing that you’re thinking about being intimate with other girls, it- it fucking hurt.”

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore and you didn’t try to either, letting out a cry and watching through blurry vision as fresh tears started falling down his cheeks too.

“I know, baby. I know.” He agreed. “And I’m sorry. I know I don’t deserve your trust or your forgiveness but I’ll do anything to earn it back. Yell at me, hit me, anything. Just… please, forgive m-“

Before you could stop yourself, your hand flew out and struck him right across the face, cutting him short as a sharp slapping sounded through the room.

Your eyes widened as soon as you realized what you had done, your hand coming to cover your mouth as you gasped. “Oh my God, Mario, I’m so sorry!” You quickly apologized, wasting no time in cradling his face in your hands.

He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling from the pain. “No, I deserved that. I’m glad you got it out of your system.” He objected but still leaned into your touch, drunk from the feeling of your skin against his after having been without you for two entire days.

He opened his eyes and raised his hand to lay them on top of yours, looking into your eyes.

“I really am sorry.” He sniffled. “I need you to know that just the thought of being with someone else makes me sick to my stomach. You’re the only one for me. I want to marry you and grow old with you. I… I want you to have my babies, one day. I want to live the rest of my life with you and only you, (Y/N). No one else.”

You took a shaky breath, coming down from your angry high. “Do you really mean that?” You asked, feeling the tears drop down from your chin.

He nodded, carefully taking a step closer to you now that you weren’t yelling at him anymore.

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” He mumbled. “I don’t want to leave with us on bad terms. When I come home for the holidays I want to be able to come home to you. You own my heart, mi amor. You’ve owned it since we first met.”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you attempted to stop crying. Removing your hands from his face and forcing him to let go of you in the process, you moved over to the bed and sat down, pulling your knees up against your chest.

You lowered your forehead onto your knees and took a deep breath, all too aware of Mario’s eyes following your every move.

“You have to work on your confidence if this is going to work, Mario.” You said, your voice coming out slightly muffled with your head being covered by your arms. “You can’t just do stuff like that every time you get insecure about yourself and worry that I’m going to leave you.”

He was at your side within the next 0.1 second, sinking down on the bed next to you and placing a hand on your arm. You turned your head to the side at the feeling of his touch, allowing your eyes to meet his.

“I know, I know.” He agreed eagerly. “I’m going to get plenty of time to work on myself when I’m away, and I’ll come back a better man for you.”

A small laugh left your lips and your lips tugged into a watery smile. “You’re already the best.”

He shook his head. “I’m really not. But you make me the best version of myself.” He carefully grabbed your arms, forcing you to drop your legs over the edge of the bed and sit up straight.

“I love you, mi amor. So much.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against yours and cradling your jaw in his hand, while the other landed on your thighs.

You looked into his eyes for a moment, sniffling, before slowly leaning your head up to press your lips against his.

He wasted no time in responding, moving his hand from your thigh to the back of your head, his entire body reacting and lowering you down on the bed. Your lips parted and your tongues fought for dominance for a good half-minute, before you pulled apart, out of breath.

Your foreheads connected again, and you closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of the touch of his skin against yours, the warmth of his hands and the smell of his cologne.

“I love you, too.” You answered, and when hearing the words he had been yearning to hear you speak for two entire days, he buried his face into your neck, smiling into your skin.

After all the crying you had done since the fight, you fell asleep not long after that, in Mario’s arms. But Mario laid awake, staring into the ceiling and thinking about everything that had gone down.

He didn’t deserve your forgiveness after the stunt he had pulled, and yet you had given it to him with little to no protest. He didn’t deserve your love, and yet you had been there to give it to him every day for six years straight.

He didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as good as you but he sure as hell wasn’t going to mess it up again. True to his word, you were his one and only, and he was never going to let you go.

#mario martinez #mario martinez x reader #mario martinez imagine #on my block #on my block imagine #on my block x reader #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz #oscar spooky diaz #spooky #jamal turned #monse finnie #cesar diaz #ruby martinez

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meetmeinthematinee · 5 years ago

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Creative Juices: Keanu Characters Edition.

Inspired by an ask @ficsnroses got and @dancingwendigo‘s fantastic Henry lists I bring you my attempt at a NSFW 18+ list based on the idea “Where’s this characters fav place to cum?”

Scott Favor:

On, in. Doesn’t matter--Scott’s done it all and had it all done to him. He will always do the opposite of what’s expected of him and won’t necessarily warn you either. He’s not a complete brute, he’ll toss a damp cloth your way afterward.

Johnny Utah:

A thrill seeker of the 1st degree. He’s passionate and loyal and he’s definitely going to fuck you right there on the deserted (or maybe not so deserted) beach, pull out and cum all over your stomach before he kisses you, scoops you up in his arms and runs into the surf laughing while you squeal so you can both rinse off.

Kevin Lomax:

If you’ve seen Devil’s Advocate you know where I’m going with this one. If you haven’t--well--apologies in advance. Kevin here loves....feet. He’s going to give you the full spa treatment. Yes, that’s right. He’s going to paint those toes with something other than nail polish. (editors note: I’d let him--have you seen this man?!?)

John Wick:

Yes, John is a stone cold killer--but he’s a killer with a heart of gold. He’s got a soft goey centre and if he loves you, he’s gonna make you the same. He will do anything you ask him to you want rough, he’ll be as rough as he dares to be. You want him to be soft and sweet? Well, that’s his favourite. He’s going to devour you as if you were a delicate and expensive pastry until you can’t take any more and then and only then--when you’re a whimpering mess--he’ll climb over top of you, sink into you inch by inch and then fuck you until you’re filled to the brim.

An extra extra extra TW HORRIBLE BONUS NO ONE ASKED FOR I put it under the cut so -- seriously you can skip this one if it makes you uncomfortable:

Donnie Barksdale:

The polar opposite of John he’s violent and has no redeeming qualities. He’s the type of man that will fuck you from behind while pressing your face hard into the mattress not giving a single shit about your pleasure. He’s barely gonna pull out before he cums on you and there’s definitely zero chance he’s going to help you clean up. You didn’t cum before he did? Too bad for you. He’s a monster is what I’m saying. And yet here I am writing about him anyway. That’s Donnie for you.

#john wick imagine #John Wick #johnny utah imagine #kevin lomax imagine #scott favor imagine #donnie barksdale

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awastelandheart · 5 years ago

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Sebastian’s personality analyzed through his theory-crafted natal chart: The perspective of a professional astrologer.

PART ONE: SUN SIGN.

i apologize in advance to any capricorns i unintentionally read to filth in this post.

i think out of all the bachelors & bachelorettes, Sebastian has the oddest, most abrasive post-marriage dialogue. i’ve heard plenty of people over the years complain about how awkward being married to him is & i, myself, tend to not marry him when i play since locking him in pelican town like that when he so clearly wants to leave feels bad. even before marriage as well, he has a lot of almost cringey & certainly concerning dialogue. Sebastian’s not a man that’s made for marriage or long term relationships i think, at least not in his early to mid 20s which is how old i believe he is in canon. unlike the rest of the bachelors & bachelorettes, his character arc & development don’t do much for melding him into someone worth being with. even Shane who is troubled in a much more obvious way than Sebastian has more moments of reflection that convince the player that he’s a good person despite his flaws. Sebastian may seem to be gentle in his internal struggle, it’s easy to believe that, at most, he’s rude & depressed, but i think there’s a lot more to unpack here that suggests he’s violent, angry to an awful degree, & possibly the worst marriage candidate, if not just the worst townie out of the whole cast.

to start off with, i believe Sebastian’s sun sign is Capricorn. my reasoning for this is a blend between a post on reddit i found that used a simple algorithm to convert the in game dates to real dates. taking into account the slightly flawed method that gives each date 2-3 days worth of wiggle room, “ january 17th ” implies he’s on the Capricorn side of january. to be honest, when i was first thinking about what sun sign i wanted Sebastian to have, i was leaning towards Aquarius since he has several lines about escaping the town & wanting his freedom ( both being very Aquarius-like qualities ), however i think the case for Capricorn is much easier to make. to start off, i’ll give a run down of the most defining Capricorn characteristics, then i’ll move onto showing in-game examples of how Sebastian demonstrates these traits ( while leaving room for his other natal positions that i’ll extrapolate on in more posts to come ).

Capricorn is an earth sign, reveling in stability with a handful of almost toxic traits to display if that stability isn’t achieved. ruled by saturn, or kronos if you wanna get greek, Capricorns are at a constant war with themselves between the general human experience & cutting out as much superfluous expression & feeling as possible. the story of kronos is very reflective of the Capricorn struggle: it’s the tale of a man ( god, but that’s not important ) whose wife is predicted to bear a child who will surpass him & take his legacy. kronos, in his anxiety to prevent this change, begins eating each of his wife’s children as they’re born until one day, his wife replaces one of the newborns with a rock so that it will survive kronos’ consumption. of course this leads to the child growing up & indeed surpassing kronos just as the prophecy foretold. the lesson to be learned from kronos is one of restriction & the inevitability of time.

between their earthly reliability & love of practicality, Capricorns are viewed as the traditional fathers of the zodiac sphere. they guard their values of yesteryear close to their chest. anything too different is cast far away from themselves or, rather, consumed until all traces are disposed of. thankfully not as stubborn as poor Taurus ( another earth sign ), Capricorns have a touch of adaptability in all their logic. their modality is cardinal, implying they take charge of situations. they are the leaders next to Cancer, Libra, & Aries: any good leader knows when to give up their morals for the betterment of their charge. to boot, Capricorn is represented by the mythological creature, the sea-goat ( a creature created by dear old kronos, himself, consisting of the torso of a goat & the tail of a fish ); the goat half delivering on that steady earthly nature of an unrelenting climb to the top of a mountain called life, yet the inclusion of the ocean in this aesthetic implying an amount of emotion only water signs can relate to.

in the typical male-dominated, fatherly way, however, emotional expression does not exist for Capricorns, resulting in this implied depth to lurk well below a Capriorn’s surface. they are deeply independent in a way that leads to intense loneliness. they must do everything for themselves, another thing lovely kronos has taught us here. why look for a different solution to this problem when i so clearly have found one for myself, the ruler of saturn proclaims. a Capricorn’s independence is almost panic charged in this way. they so dearly want to be seen as capable that they will shred their own livelihood as a price. they are masters at self control for it, each having taught themselves the art of stoicism from a young age. Capricorns are at best, friendly in a superficial way. knowing their loneliness is created by their own hands but never knowing how to move passed their own cold & distant heart to enact any change necessary to improve their relationships.

something that is often associated with Capricorns & the other earth signs is the act of earning money. while Taurus enjoys earning money to support their lavish, venus-ruled lifestyle & Virgo sees money as something to worry over thus resulting in them hoarding it, Capricorns crave for their income to be stable & plentiful in order to provide for their loved ones, or for the more lonely Capricorns, to provide for themselves.

saturn is the first planet to take a substantial amount of time to complete its cycle through all the signs. compared to earth, which takes one year to complete its solar rotation & jupiter which takes 12, saturn takes upwards of 30 years. we astrologers take that as symbolical for how Capricorns get significantly better with age, as well as their “ slow & steady wins the race ” attitude. Capricorn is a sign of wisdom but only at the hand of experience. young Capricorns frequently find themselves discontented with their environment & lifestyle, craving a stability that cannot exist without first having established themselves in the world. every seven years it’s said, a Capricorn reaches a new level of understanding & maturity, as it is about every seven years that saturn completes 1/4th of its solar cycle.

Capricorns, like Scorpios, love their privacy. regarded as one of the more shady signs of the zodiac, a Capricorn is the type of person to have everyone believing they know everything there is to know about them while simultaneously only ever revealing surface level knowledge about themselves. Capricorns love having friends & spending time with their loved ones, however they lack a sense of trust that would allow them to form deeper connections. while a Capricorn does experience their emotions as thoroughly as the rest of the zodiac, they have an equally intense insecurity about expressing them. a Capricorn lives their life wanting to be depended on or at least wanting to provide for those that do depend on them. emotions are seen as a weakness that cannot be spared.

with the basic personality of a Capricorn outlined, i’ll now go through some choice quotes that demonstrate these traits & then talk about a few parts of his heart events that do the same.

“ if i just disappeared would it really matter ? ” “ i was thinking... people are like stones skipping over the water. Eventually we're going to sink. ” “ what am I going to do today ? probably nothing.”

when the player first meets Sebastian, he is overtly depressed & never goes out of his way to hide it. there is a solemn dark cloud filled with rain, ready to burst constantly following him & it’s difficult to ignore. this seriousness is very characteristic of many signs, Capricorn being one of them as it is ruled by Saturn, an outer planet with a very melancholic tone.

“ hey, don't let me stop you from getting your work done. if you aren't busy i don't mind if you stick around. ”

this quote demonstrates the productive mindset of a Capricorn. compared to all the other bachelors, Sebastian is the only one to ever really consider the player’s work schedule.

“ i was so close to screaming at mom for throwing away my old comic collection ... but something stopped me. hmm ... with age comes wisdom. ” “ the older i get, the less i'm drawn to the city. ” “ sometimes i feel so angry ... but when you show up i always start to calm down. maybe i'll mellow out with age. ”

while these quotes are also depicting other personality traits, for now i want to emphasize Sebastian’s constant referencing to the passage of time. time is always on a Capricorn’s mind, even the less self aware ones always feel the effects of its passage harsher than other signs. after dating & at points in marriage, which is when these quotes are from, Sebastian begins to view time as something more positive & optimistic. he recognizes that he has anger issues, at the very least, & hopes they’ll get better as time goes on. it’s quite the feat to make a Capricorn see growing older as something positive instead of something anxiety inducing, so from this alone we can really tell that Sebastian is absolutely in love with the player, without a doubt.

“ i couldn't sleep last night so I went for a night ride on the motorcycle. i need to stay independent, even though we're married. that's just how i am. i still love you, though. ” “ hey ... want some coffee ? i needed some ... woke up early from a nightmare & i just couldn't fall back asleep. ” “ hey. i couldn't sleep last night so i took a walk to the caves. ” “ i'm going to take a walk today. i need some time to myself. i'll see you in the evening. ”

Capricorns tend to be almost predisposed to sleep issues due to their immense amount of anxiety that comes with the disconnect between productivity & incapability, or craving emotional connection & viewing emotions as unnecessary. Capricorns are also fiercely independent, so independent that it’s no surprise Sebastian’s the kind of person to sneak out of bed & go off alone when feeling anxious instead of waking his partner up for comfort.

“ i don't want to get soft now that i'm a married guy. maybe i should start eating more hot pepper & working out ? just an idea ... ”

while i’d also be willing to chalk this expression up to Sebastian being anxious about not passing as masc, i’m also willing to attribute this to a Capricorn being afraid of time passing & “ missing out ” on life. growing soft can be a fear of a sign so dedicated to seeming tough & dependable.

“ i don't really feel like doing work today. maybe i'll see what's on tv. ” “ i did some work on the laptop today. ” “ i'm debating whether i should work or just read comics all day. ” “ you know, i should be doing something productive right now. i just lose focus too fast ... maybe i should drink more coffee ? ”

Sebastian references his work so frequently, in typical Capricorn fashion because the urge to justify one’s pleasures by mentioning the fact that they’re also being productive is something ever-present. they are a very guilty breed; on top of their other burdens, they feel especially bad for moments of relaxation or times when they should be doing something, but cannot bring themselves to.

“ you’re probably making a lot of money on your farm, huh ? i guess i should get a job soon … ” “ we should raise more slimes. in big quantities they can be really profitable. ” “ i did some work on the laptop today. i was actually brainstorming some ideas for a game i want to make. with your farming income, i can afford to do what i want with my life. it’s pretty amazing. thank you. ” “ hey. look at me. never forget that i love you ... you’re everything to me. now go make us some money. ” “ are we doing okay on money ? i don’t want to have to sell my laptop ... ” “ *sigh* ... if gas wasn’t so expensive i’d ride my motorcycle to the city today. so what do you do when you aren’t working ? ”

Sebastian talks SO much about money & to me, it’s really hard to imagine concernedape didn’t intentionally make him a Capricorn with this much dialogue about income when no other bachelor or bachelorette has any mention of the topic ( except for harvey who mentions he’s afraid he’s not bringing in enough money from the lack of people in town ). the biggest one that jumps out at me to really signal a significant change in his personality after marriage is when he mentions having the freedom that comes with a steady income, a freedom that now allows him to do what he really wants which is, apparently, to make a video game. another one that jumps out at me here is his immediate association with feeling like he should get a job after assuming the player is making a lot of money. since income is such an important subject for Capricorns, it’s easy to imagine Sebastian feels inferior in comparison to the player since he’s “ just ” a freelancer.

“ i often felt unappreciated at home ... but here i feel like i really belong. ”

this quote kind of hits Capricorn’s need to be appreciated & useful directly on the head & is a good transition for me to talk about the fact that Sebastian never progressed very far in his career while living at home with his family because he felt unappreciated. compared to how he almost immediately has a dialogue line after marriage where he tells the player he’s been inspired to make a video game, it’s easy to see the almost instant maturity Sebastian obtained just from moving out; something he had assumed was in the far off future, implied by his heart scenes.

now let’s break down Sebastian’s heart events.

his first heart even opens with him busy working, already a very Capricorn setting honestly, as i’ve said a few times now since Capricorns are prone to productivity. Robin enters after a moment & informs Sebastian that Abigail is looking for him, to which Sebastian responds to ask if his mother had informed Abigail that he’s working. Robin says that while she had, Abigail still intends on visiting Sebastian at some point today. Sebastian’s next piece of dialogue is very important.

“ *sigh* no one takes my job seriously. ”

this is an incredibly Capricorn thing to say, both because Capricorns always feel the need to be taken seriously & also due to their signature insecurity about income.

the scene continues so that the player can ask Sebastian what his career goals are. he explicitly says: “ well, i’m trying to save up so i can move out of here. probably to the city or something, ” which by itself is obviously very Capricorn, both nailing their need for income, their constant validation that they deserve what they want, & their desire for independence, however his dialogue continues for another textbox that contains the most Capricorn lines i’ve ever heard.

“ you know, if i went to college i’d probably be making six figures right now … ”

Sebastian is so very & obviously obsessed with money, it’s crazy to think he’s any other sign but Capricorn. this portion of the heart scene ends with him saying,

“ but i just don’t want to be a part of that corporate rat race, you know ? ”

this dialogue i’m willing to attribute to another one of his signs at a later date in another post, but in my experience, i’ve known several Capricorn suns that feel the same: that while they strive for a stable income, they hate participating in capitalistic culture.

this first heart scene ends with Sebastian dismissing the player, saying he “ has to get this module finished by tomorrow, ” indicating he has a very set schedule when it comes to his work. organization being yet another characteristic trait of Capricorn.

Sebastian’s second heart scene opens with the player catching him working on his bike. after a moment of introspection, Sebastian starts talking, again, about how when he saves enough money, he’s going to get out of the valley, just him & his bike. this scene doesn’t have anything specifically Capricorn about it & i plan on revisiting it when i talk about his other placements.

likewise, Sebastian’s third & fourth heart scenes don’t have anything outrageously Capricorn in them -- in fact neither scene tells us very much about Sebastian in particular aside from pointing out that he likes tabletop games ( which obviously isn’t exclusively Capricorn by any means, but i’ve known so, so many Capricorn suns that have been hardcore into dnd over the years ... ) & has social anxiety. i’ll most likely dip into his fourth heart scene a little more when i talk about his other placements, though.

Sebastian’s fifth ( & final before marriage ) heart scene is, of course, important, & probably the most memorable for anyone who’s played Sebastian’s route, but it honestly doesn’t tell us much about his core personality. what it does tell us is how he acts & feels when he’s in love, so i’ll definitely come back to this scene when i talk about his venus position.

& that’s on his heart scenes !

so, in summary, i believe Sebastian has a Capricorn sun because he shares many qualities with how astrologers perceive the position. of course this is all just my personal interpretation, but i hope this was an interesting read & shed some light on the kind of person Sebastian is !

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