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loufi8iepuff · 2 years ago

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Cd - Lee Felix (part 1/?)

Warnings and/or tropes: Unrequited love (for now), Bestfriends to lovers, Angst-ish? Cheating (Not Felix though) There is no food, other than mentions of hot coco.. There is some swearing, but thats it(:

Summary: You and felix had been friends since childhood and were still best friends to this day. Your moms were best friends and you lived next-door to each other, so it just naturally happened. Felix had been hiding his feelings for years, but one day you found a cd with your name on it, listened to it and his secret got spilled... dun dun dun!!

(This is kinda old.. don’t know how I feel about it.)

Word count: 4280

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The rain is hitting the window hard. I'm sitting in clean warm clothes and my wet ones are drying. Me and Felix are the only people in the dorm and we're currently watching a movie in his room.

When the rain started, I ran outside immediately. And Felix came outside right after. We ran and danced out in the rain for ten minutes before Felix got too cold and we had to go back inside.

"I want hot cocoa" Felix suddenly exclaims.

"Girl, relax. You scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry" He says not looking sorry at all. Felix stands up, or rather jumps and then runs into the kitchen.

"Ay Sonic, wait for me"

I follow him into the kitchen and he turns around to look at me with a weird mixture of disappointment and.. I don't even know. the face of a shocked toddler, slapped across his face.

"There's no more cocoa powder."

"Well if you want it; there's some in stores, Einstein. Aaand if you don't, can we go back to the movie now, please?"

"i definitely want it"

"Aw cmon.. Do you want me to come with you?" Please say no, please say no, plea-

"No it's okay.."

"Thank you, Lexi. Thank you! That's why i love you, yk" I hug felix and hurry him out the door, while he just looks at me amused.

It really is why I love him. Not because he went to the store alone, but because he really knows me. He knew that I didn't actually want to go even though I didn't show it. Which i am really good at, not to brag.. -Not showing my feelings, that is.

No one has ever known me as well as he does. I feel like he really understands me. He sees me. So I feel care-free around him and i dont give a fvck how I act around him: he still sees the real me no matter what I do.

He is my safe-space, in a way..

The dorm is now really quiet. Other than the rain, the only thing I can hear is my own thoughts. And i'm bored.

I stand up and walk around the room. Felix had gotten a new lamp. And new curtains. Finally! I've for months tried to get him to buy some.

My eyes are slowly scanning the room. I'm not sure what for.. But then they stop, on a cd. In the left corner, with my name written on it.

I stare at it. For what feels like forever. I really, really, really, really want to find out what's on it, but I can't.

Right? It's his property. But it has my name on it... it's not really mine, though. And he'll probably show it to me when he's ready. It's probably a surprise?..

Mmm I don't think so; He knows I don't really care for surprises...

And before I know it, the cd is in my laptop, loading.

And then it's ready. I click play.

"Hi (y/n)... This is your best friend, Felix.

I just... i uh.. I wanted to te-.. I can't do this. What am I even supposed to say?

I don't think I've ever been more confused than I am right now.

Just tell her how you feel.

That voice wasn't Felix'.

Yeah, I can't do that. I don't know how to.. This feels awkward.

Just imagine that she is right in front of you...

No, that's definitely Lee Know. Then there was a pause. Noone said anything.

And then talk.

Well, (y/n); I'm in love with you. yeah.. that's something.

What? ...

Why are you so stiff?

I try to react; but nothing. It's like im parralized.

I don't know. How aren't you? Do you do this often, or something?

I-... Don't try to change the subject. You wanted to do this.

You said that (y/n) likes long, genuine confessions, so do that!

I don't know how to start.

And I don't know what to think. Felix is in love with me. I can't think. So i don't. I just listen.

Just start with.. when did you fall for her? And how? Describe it.. in detail.

Well.. (y/n) and i wer-

Don't tell me; tell her.

Okay..

(y/n), you were fourteen and I was fifteen. We were two young, dumb teenagers running around on the beach. The warm sand burning under our feet. The music was loud and our voices even louder, when you looked at me.

Oh, how you looked at me.

Your smile was brighter than the sun, so bright it started a fire in me when you stood close to me. The flames spread across my cheeks and into my soul.

It felt like your eyes were talking to me. Telling me everything I wanted to hear. About how much you cared about me, that I was precious and important and unique and yours.

That last one was true. I was yours. I am yours. No matter how much I wanted to avoid or ignore it, it was the truth.

That day, on a warm summer day six years ago was the day I realized that I loved you. I was deeply, unconditionally and utterly, completely in love with you.

Well done.. Now yo-

*beep*

And it stopped and I immediately started the next clip.

*Click*

It was your fifteenth birthday. We decided to throw a party ourselves. We baked a cake together. The cake was big and yellow, with daisies as decoration. You told me you wanted to add my favorite flower too, because I was a part of you anyways. I told you that I didn't have one.

I lied. I loved daisies.

You made me love daisies. Everytime i see them I think of you smiling, laughing even and I smile too. I smile until my cheeks go numb and it feels like my heart is about to burst.

We decorated my house in everything rainbow-colored we could find. Originally we were going to have the party in your house, but your mom's plans got canceled and she'd be home. So you begged me to let it be in my house.

You didn't beg for a long time. you didn't have too, because i agreed after barely a minute had passed. I couldn't say no to you, and I probably will never be able to do so.

When the first guest came you ran over and welcomed them. You hugged every single one of them.

Sometimes I hate how you get along with everyone. And that you become all overly comfortable, so you are touchy and share everything with everyone. It's probably pretty dumb that small things like that make me jealous.

We put music on and had been dancing for about an hour when it happened. I was looking at you and you were looking at me, but for a second your eyes wandered across the room, back to me and away again. This time your eyes stayed behind me.

Your eyes changed from your normal happy self to one of someone that was being hypnotized.

I turned around confused and you were looking at a guy I had never seen before. by the looks of it you hadn't either. He was tall, with flowy hair and had a charming smile, or smirk, plastered across his face.

Just your type and I hated it.

You walked over with your back straightened, hips swaying slightly and your stomach flexed. You introduced yourself using the same voice you always do when you flirt with people.

But this time it was different, I knew it was. You had never looked twice at anyone, except him. I stupidly thought It was because you might be looking at me, that you might've liked me.

For the rest of the night you talked and flirted and danced and flirted a little more with him, while I sat in a corner looking at you.

The next day you asked him out on the phone. In front of me. You held my hand, because you were nervous.

I hated this.

I hated how he was the one that made you nervous. You, the person that never gets nervous. I hated how I had to stand there and watch everything unfold. I hated how he took all of your attention away, not leaving one bit for me. That day or the day before was probably the first time you didn't notice that something was wrong with me. And it wasn't because I was good at hiding it. You just didn't look at me.

*beep*

*Click*

The next year on your birthday, you didn't want to celebrate it. You were too busy blabbing about your one year anniversary.

We baked a cake again. like we had done every year, but this time it was for him. It was black and white and in a weird minimalistic design.

After you had started dating him you stopped wearing your necklaces. The ones that look like it was made in a kindergarten. You never wore colorful makeup anymore. You never skipped along beside me, you walked. You stopped smiling as much as you used to.

He took you away from me, and all there was left was a pretty bad imitator.

A day before your anniversary, I came home, tired, from school. I walked in the door, through the hallway and into the kitchen. You were sitting on the counter, with his face attached to yours. He looked like a starving hound. His hand was running up and down your thigh. Way too far up. So far that you showed visible signs of uncomfortability.

My bag fell to the ground and you immediately stopped to look at me. When you saw me you pushed him off of you and hurried him out the door.

I just stood there. -looking like an idiot.

You came back and started apologizing over and over again. I think you told me that you didn't think I'd be home and you couldn't go to your house because your anniversary gift wasn't hidden. I can't be sure though, because I started yelling at you.

At first you didn't react, thinking that I was just tired and frustrated. -which i was. Just not from school.

I was so tired of seeing you with him, when I knew he didn't deserve you. It wasn't that he was a particularly bad boyfriend, -on paper anyways. He just didn't know you and he didn't try too. You were the one putting in the hard work and you hid it from him to not hurt his feelings or to not seem desperate or clingy. He didn't even lift a finger and you deserve someone who would move mountains for you like you do for everyone else.

You tried to calm me down. To make sure I didn't say anything I'd regret.

Surprise, surprise; it didn't work.

I yelled at you for not being more stubborn about your boundaries. I told you that you were clingy and desperate and obsessive.

It didn't even make sense. Those two are like opposites and none of it was true. I was just mad and jealous that I wasn't the one you spend all your days and time on.

The day after, when I called, you told me that it was okay, that you knew I didn't mean it and that I should stop worrying about it. I couldn't, because I knew that you were hurt. So I jumped over the fence and into your backyard. I could see you in the window. You had a big bouquet of roses in your hand and carefully smiled.

I walked back to my house looking down at my feet. It was a weird feeling. I couldn't decide whether I was mad or sad or happy or disappointed. All, maybe?

*beep*

*Click*

Two months later, a little before my eighteenth birthday, it was my last day in Australia. I packed yesterday, because you told me that you wanted to spend the whole day with me.

We took the bus because none of us could drive yet. We went to an amusement park. I went on every ride you wanted to go on, mostly just so I could see you smile like you used to.

We went for a walk in the park and later on, we went to the beach. You immediately ran into the water. Fully clothed. You yelled at me to come and join you. My flight was in a few hours and I really didn't want to be soaked while waiting in line, but I still followed you. Like I always do.

Time flew by and before we knew it my mom called me, ready to pick us up. We ran to the closest store to get some dry clothes and took turns changing in the bathroom.

The car ride was quiet. You followed me inside the airport to stay with me as long as possible and when it was time to say goodbye you hugged me and wouldn't let go of me.

"Don't leave me, Felix. Please?"

That's what you said to me. You sounded desperate and tired. I didn't really want to leave you, but I knew I couldn't stay.

"Stay, Felix"

You said my name again. It makes me nervous. I love the way my name sounds coming from your lips. You usually call my some dumb nickname. The dumber the better, apparently. But right then you didn't talk to me the way you usually do. You wanted to convince me that you needed me to stay.

I don't think you lied to me on purpose, but I was sure it was a lie. You could live without me. It would hurt, sure, but you would survive. I couldn't. I couldn't live without you. Nor could I live with you. Not with him around.

So I ran. I ran to a whole other country. Maybe that makes me a coward, but it was the only option I could see back then. If i moved away, i could still talk to you and have you in my life, and either forget he existed, which probably wouldn't work, since you always talk about him, or i could move on.

I hugged you one last time. I promised that I would call everyday, no matter what. And then I left.

*beep*

*Click*

I kept my promise. I called everyday and even on the days where I was extremely busy I still called, later at night.

Even though we called every night you felt so far away. I missed hugging you so much. I missed seeing you jump around, do really dumb stuff and then get hurt.

Not the last part! I don't like seeing you get hurt. But uhh...

You missed...?

Minho again.

I.. uh missed seeing you smile and laugh. In real life and not just on camera. I missed playing card games with you. -even though I always lost. I missed those times where you'd kiss my cheek to make me flustered, when you were losing in Mario Kart. I missed your dumb nicknames and all your random complements.

I missed you. So much.

You always told me how you really wanted to come visit me, that you would move here when you turned eighteen. I honestly thought you were joking, but knowing you; I should've known better.

You also always told me that you were so proud of me, even, especially when I got eliminated. And then when I debuted you seemed even more excited about it than I did. You ran around telling everyone that your best friend was a famous idol.

Time to time you send me gifts. Like a million bracelets you made for me or a drawing you made of me. It made me so happy. I'd be running around, grinning like an idiot for a week after you gave me something. I still wear your bracelets everyday.

You stopped talking about your boyfriend as much. Actually nearly never. It happened so little I actually forgot he exited sometimes. I really wished he didn't.

The other members teased me about you all the time. I told them that I didn't feel anything for you, but none of them believed me. Noone talks about a friend, the way I talk about you. It was incredibly obvious, you'd be an idiot if you didn't notice.

You're an idiot, (y/n).

Maybe you weren't. Or maybe you're still not one. Maybe you did notice, you just didn't want to believe it or you didn't want to hurt my feelings.

I hope that's not the truth. I hope that you are just really oblivious.

(y/n), if you hear this and don't have any feelings for me; please, just reject me. If you do, I might be able to move on. I don't think you'll hear this, though. I'm way too scared to confess.

*beep*

*Click*

The month before your birthday you started talking more and more about how you wanted to go to Korea. So much that you actually started planning it and started saving up for it. And before I knew it you were sending me to look at a new apartment for you in the area, since you couldn't go yourself.

Not too long after we found a small, inexpensive apartment just around the corner.

And then you were here. You were standing right in front of me, smiling widely. You hugged me and I could actually feel your arms around me. It felt so surreal.

You started handing me some gifts from my family and friends back home, and you made me help you carry some of the bags.

I introduced you to Chan, who drove me to the airport, and you hitted off immediately. Later that night, when I took you to meet the rest of them, you also got along just as quickly. Maybe you got along a bit too well.

I wasn't really jealous. I knew none of them would ever get with you. They wouldn't do that to me. I was just annoyed about how much the boys teased me about you. In front of you. If it already wasn't obvious it sure was now.

But you didn't notice. -or didn't care. You just laughed. Sometimes you even played along.

They just kept doing it. They still do it now.

I think it took me a week or so to realize that you were actually here. With me.

It didn't take you long to get used to this, though. In a month you probably knew the area better than I did. You always hung around in the dorm.

At first you didn't stay there for too long at a time, because you didn't want to intrude, but after I finally convinced you that the other members really liked having you there; you stayed longer.

It was really nice having you there. Most of the time. That christmas, we wanted a small celebration with just us in the dorm, but your boyfriend had planned a surprise visit for you.

So christmas evening you came over hand in hand with your precious boyfriend. You were wearing his jacket, even though you were never cold. You went around the room and introduced him to everyone. None of them liked him. Mostly, well only because I didn't. Some of them hid it well, but others, Specifically Hyunjin and Lee Know, weren't even trying to.

I felt bad, because you felt bad. I think it was worse for you than it was for him.

When you guys left the others tried to comfort me. They told me that I was so much better than him, that he wasn't all that, but it didn't really help. It made it so much worse that I thought he was a good person.

He was charming and smart and good-looking and really good at nearly everything.

And you liked him. A lot. That's what you told me. Even after two years you hadn't even told each other that you loved each other. It gave me a bit of hope. i shouldn't have, but it did.

It shouldn't have, because I knew why you hadn't. You didn't know whether you actually did or not. I thought you did. I mean you care about him, you had feelings for him, you had been with him for two whole years. Why wouldn't you love him?

I asked you about it and you told me that you knew that you knew you could live without him. You would definitely be really hurt if he left, but it would be okay. You told me that you loved me and you couldn't live without me and you just didn't feel that way about him.

I remember that night so clearly.

We had just watched some romantic comedy with Sungmin, Hyunjin and I.N, it was about a girl and her best friend. She had a boyfriend, but later realized that she didn't love him and only loved her best friend.

It was a good movie. I imagined that it was me and you. Even though you were nothing like the main character. She was shy, closed off and maybe a little whiny. You're definitely not like that.

I.N, Hyunjin and Sungmin left after the movie and we started talking. You weren't a big fan of the movie. You actually said you hated the boyfriend simply because he didn't like books and jokingly judged the main character for loving them.

We kept talking and I jokingly compared you, me and him to the plot. And you just said:

"I don't think i love him, Felix"

"I love you felix, but i dont trust him the way i trust you. And, I don't care about him as much."

I had no idea what to say, so I just stayed quiet and listened. I closed my eyes and kept listening. For just a second I let myself imagine that, when you said you loved me, you meant it like that. That you felt the same way about me. Only for a second.

At the end of the day you were with him and not me.

*beep*

*Click*

You were going back to Australia to surprise your boyfriend on your third anniversary.

It felt weird, because even though I was still in love with you, I had kind of just accepted that you were with him. It didn't really hurt anymore. He loved you, you loved him and I loved you. That was just simply how it was. I honestly thought you were going to be together forever.

So imagine my surprise, when you called me, absolutely pissed and asked me if I could book a new flight for you.

I was so confused and when I asked you what happened, you simply told me he cheated. Just like that.

You stayed with your parents for the night and flew back early in the morning. I had Chan drive me there again and we picked you up. You didn't say anything the whole way home. Chan dropped us off at your apartment.

The second we walked through the door you hugged me, you clung to me like a magnet. And you started crying, probably for the first time since it happened.

You told me everything that night. How you were so excited and barged in, just to find him with another woman.

At first he tried denying it, then he promised it was a one the thing and that it would never happen again, then he started blaming you.

He accused you of cheating with me.

Which is absolutely ridiculous because: One; you would never in your life cheat. Two; you had never even looked at me like that. Three; you really cared about him.

He probably only said it to feel less guilty. He knew that nothing was going on between us, he was just a dick.

I felt really guilty that I let him hurt you. I thought i had excused everything with me just not liking him because of my feelings, but i now see that he was just a good actor.

I promised myself that I would never let anyone hurt you ever again. That's why I became so cautious with who I "let" you go out with.

*beep*

*Click*

It took you a while to get over him. Not any longer than I thought it would, but a while.

After a few months you started going outside again. Mostly just to shop for groceries or to see me, but that's still progress.

On my birthday we remade your fifteenth birthday cake. It was obviously a bit better than the first try, but other than that it was identical.

You slept over at the dorms for the first time, since your ex-boyfriend hadn't let you over before. You slept in my arms that night. It was the first day since the break up you hadn't talked, and probably, thought about your ex.

By Christmas you barely ever thought about him, so you decided that you wanted to start dating again. And then you went on dates.. a lot. You went out every weekend, but none of them became a second date.

It felt like playing the slowest game of russian roulette ever. Or waiting for a grade on an exam you already know you failed, but you need to pass to get into college.

I was preparing for that one time where you are gonna call me, -or even run to the dorms, just to tell me about how (in great detail) someone else was the most amazing person ever and how well they treated you. Even though we'd both know that it was just minimal effort and basic human respect.

That hasn't happened yet, though.

This felt worse than when you were with him, because even though he's a dick, I knew he wouldn't hurt you. Physically that is. But when you go on dates with all of these strange people you met online or through friends, I have no idea of what they might do to you.

I tried to tell you this, but you just get annoyed. You tell me, everytime, that you know and remind me how you have been a woman for long enough to know. And then I can't really say anything more. What would I even say?

"I, a cis man, know way better than you and you should listen to me" or i could just confess and you'll stop for a short while and then just do it again in secret to not hurt my feelings. Yeah, that would make it so much safer, wouldn't it?

I do know that you know, (y/n). I just also know that you've never cared about your own health, to give a sh*t.

*beep*

*Click*

So... yeah.

(y/n), I love you. A lot more than you think.

But please don't feel guilty about anything that happened that might've hurt me... And please don't give me a chance because you feel guilty.

If you do -give me a chance; let it be because you actually have feelings for me.

I'll be okay. I just really don't wanna ruin our friendship. (y/n), I can't lose you.

If you hear this and you don't feel anything for me, please just tell me and then pretend you never heard this. Don't even hide anything to spare anything to spare my feelings, just pretend it never happened..

Please run to me and rant about this new person you met, ask me for relationship advice when you need it and let me be your best-man to your wedding. I just want you to be happy, and then I'll be happy too.

So.. goodbye, (y/n). I'll see you later, I guess... Bye."

*beep*

Wow.

Honestly now that I think about it, it was very obvious.

I think I didn't see it because; i have my whole life avoided thinking about Felix in that way.

I hate this. I feel nauseous. Like someone just punched all my guts out of me.

Felix loves me and I don't love him. He has felt like this for years. And I didn't notice, even though it was so dang obvious.

If i'd ju-

*SLAM*

That was the door. Felix is back.

"Honey, I'm home!"

Well, sh*t.

Here is part 2.

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bananaapplewaffle · 2 years ago

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Archon Quest: Chapter III: Act VI: Caribert

Let’s fucking go

Who’s asking?

SAKLDJASKLDKJASKLD

NOT ME AND PAIMON SHARING A BRAIN CELL

[email protected]

Oh look at how the letter style has changed

Ain’t no fucking way that he just on a whim set this shit up

ITS A FUCKEN SET UP

Girl Boss? Good god

I fucken knew it

The god’s smile upon shudap

So he’s been here before

Ah so Sumeru is on the way to Mondstadt from wherever the hell Khaenri’ah

GIRL THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS

THE SUDDEN SILENCE

IS IT HE

Oh it was after he was taken in

Okay, okay

The mental notes

DO YOU HEAR THAT

ADOPTIVE FATHER

;LASDKASDLKASL;DKADSL;

HUH

WHAT

NEAR SUMERU?????

ASDKL;DAK;LDASLD;KASDASDK

OH NONONO

NOW I'M SCARED FOR 3.6

AND I'M JUST STARTING 3.5

ASKLJD;ASK;ADK;LSLD;SK;ASLDK

ASADSA’;KLASLDK;ASDK;ASKD;AS

ASDKSA;LDK;ASLDKA

HIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

YOU’RE FUCKEN LYING

…

Are you saying this so Dain can hear it

Is that what you’re doing?

Define certain things

…

THAT’S HOW YOU SAY ALBERICH

GOD ITS JUST LIKE LUXORD ALL OVER AGAIN

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Oh wait

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

DAIN DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

I FEEL LIKE IM THE ONE IN TROUBLE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

KAEYA IS THE WHO OF THE WHAT

DESCENDANT OF THE ABYSS ORDER FOUNDER

HE WASN’T EVEN AWARE?????

GIRL THE TEA IS PIPPING HOT

At the same time, ain’t no way he didn’t know something

See, he always knows something

…

So wait we got Pure-bloods, now?

So Kaeya could be mixed?

Kaeya you are literally a knight

Man i’m just thinking about all the fanfics that just became an au with this sudden confirmation

Well maybe not

Maybe the king of Khaenri’ah was also the founder of the abyss order

So he’s still a royal somewhere down the line ion

…

Who the fuck is the King then

THE LOOM OF FATE

THAT’S IN THE TRAVELER’S PROFILE

Dain bestie what are you talkin bout

Oh yeah its the abyss order’s thing

GIRL BACK IN MONDSTADT

HELLO??

THAT WAS LIKE YEARS AGO??

EROSION???

ZHONGLI WAS TALKIN BOUT EROSION

…

I’m gonna kick you

He looks so out of place in all this greenery lol

:) has it not changed

or is this another branch :)

Let Kaeya be around I swear to god

That sounds like a fucking lie but okay

Oh no

Paimon no

We cannot talk about our friendship

Paimon you sometimes say some fucked up shit,

but you are my friend.

WE’RE BRING UP BROTHER

LET ME HEAR HER

LET ME HEAR HERRRRR

SHE COULDA SAID THIS HYV

SHE COULDA SAID ALL OF THIS

HUH

PAIMON YOU UNDERSTAND

WHO WERE YOU SEPARATED FROM

…

No Paimon why are you taking first watch

WHAT THE FUCK DO Y’ALL NOT WANT ME TO KNOW

Oh hey we have actual colored elements in the loading screen

WHERE THE FUCK IS PAIMON DAIN

Why did we sleep on the floor and not the bed in the house

WHERE THE FUCK IS PAIMON

AND WHY AM I SO OUT OF IT

OH NO BABY GIRL CRIED OVER AETHER LAST NIGHT

Y’ALL WILL REUNITE

WHERE IS PAIMON

THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN ASKING LUMINE

WHO THE FUCK IS IN THE HOUSE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY LOCKED ME OUT OF THE MENU BECAUSE I DON’T HAVE PAIMON WITH ME

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I CAN’T SWITCH CHARACTERS

I WANTED BARBARA IN THE TEAM BUT I GUESS WE’RE GOING FULL ATTACK THEN

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT NOISE

DAWG ION WANNA OPEN THE LEAVES

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

GIRL

ITS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE FUCKING HERALDS

SASADKAS;DAS;LKDLASDK

THE EYES

THE EYES OF KHAENRI’AH

…

Why are you talking like this

Who ever is on the mic needs to swallow the spit in their mouth good goodness

Put yo hands on me, I dare you

Kill him

He has to die, Lumine.

I am strictly morally gray!

So I’m peeking in the room

That’s a fucking Hilichurl on the bed

So he’s been trying to heal them…

OH NO

Ooh

I can choose

Fuck these gods.

Well…I can’t say that since we are friends with all the gods we’ve met depsite things.

SO I GUESS I’LL GO FRIENDSHIP ROUTE

Hello, Eide.

Damn, so they dropped the cataclysm and then the gods were like

“That’s not enough.”

Curses with immortality

So souls are affected by erosion…?

…

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“PURE-BLOOD” KHAENRI’AHNS WERE CURSED WITH IMMORTALITY

BUT THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO JUST WENT THERE TO LIVE LIFE WERE CURSED INTO BECOMING HILICHURLS

THAT’S FUCKED UP DAWG

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HIS SON

HE WAS A NOBLE

WHAT

A MONDSTADT WOMAN

OH WAIT

THE TITLE OF THIS IS CARIBERT

Also resending what I said before, Kaeya is in fact a “pure-blood”

That had to fucking hurt

To see that happen

Where

Where is Eide

ALSO

WHERE THE FUCK ARE PAIMON AND DAIN

I would like to go to the Royal Library of Khaenri’ah

I would take the time to get real close to my screen and read every single book obtained from there

Eide is still gone btw

…

Every. Single. Time.

A post from a year ago.

My head is in my hands

Why does the mushroom looked fucked up

Okay but what kind of mushroom is that

This man is still gone

ASAD;LSADKL;ASDK

WAIT

THE SHIT JUST

GIRL

MY SHIT JUST RELOADED

I'M BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF THIS SCENE

Okay everything worked out and he’s back!

What

I mean

I already have the power of dendro

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I CAN’T JUST TELEPORT

This is not what you say to get what you want

Bro just lie

Ion think its got shit to do with the Seven tbh

It was someone higher up who had the issue

…

I better not come back to the Hilichurl being dead I swear to god

God this is so fucked

Lumine being reminded that the gods are fucked

Oh no

They’re Philosopher Stone Mushrooms

Fertilizer he says

It doesn’t look like it but shitt might be

Oh no…

This is toward the Chasm…

Where they go to die

Where the fuck are Dain and Paimon btw

What the fuck is going on

Changed my Party Setup, Babs is back

LUMINE

LUMINE MY BELOVED

YES SAY MORE

SAY MORE

…where the fuck dawg

Okay but the music is popping

Lumine sounds spooked

Understandable tho

Now I’m just staring at the statues wondering why their faces have been hacked off

OH NO

HOW DOES HE NOT LOOK LIKE HE’S FROM THE ABYSS ORDER??

AN AUDIENCE WITH WHO?

TRAIL OF DESTINY

Oh I fucked up if I needed Pyro

Nope Fischl did just fine

Hello?

…

Did you just fall in love, Eide?

What is going on?

Ion like that laugher

He did not btw

He is simply just like this

What the fuck

What the fuck is this thing

Who the fuck was the Grand Thief

Ah them

WELL

WE ALL SEEN THIS COMING

INSIDE MY FUCKING HEAD

HELLO

WHO IS THIS

A SINNER

HELLO

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT

OH NO I GOTTA FIGHT HIS ASS

Okay but was there not someone there

HELLO???

THE CHILD IS AWAKE

ION TRUST NONE OF THIS SHITT

And this is why you should have never done this

Ignorance is Bliss

Okay, Caribert

Take of your mask

I need to know what’s behind it

Is it like the ribbon around the girls’ necks from Wolf Among Us

AYO SPEAKING OF THAT GAME

When is 2 coming out?

WHERE THE FUCK ARE DAIN AND PAIMON

It was the Zeroth God

I decided to go back and talk to Caribert

Nice lad

ITS GONE

We sure will see it again

Will it come

Nope no laughter as we leave

NOW CARIBERT’S GOING TOO

HE’S ABOUT TO GO TAKE OFF HIS MASK

OOOO

YEP

THE FUCKING MIRORR

WHAT DID HE SEE

WAIT

THE MIRROR

I WAS FUCKING RIGHT

I CAN’T KEEP BEING RIGHT

WE ARE ON ANOTHER BRANCH OR SOME SHIT

That looks like he placed it but okay

Girl don’t be the victim

Ay ay ay relax

Before you transform

Who the fuck is that

Sounds like Goku

Girl shut up

AOSDAS;LDKLAS;D

ITS THE FUCKING PLACE

FROM THE TRAILER

WHAT THE FUCK

I took a shit ton of screenshots

WHAT

HELLO

OH NO

DEFINE TRUE IDENTITY

BITCH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE FUCKING

BP BALLAD

THAT VENTI TELLS US EVERY FUCKING TIME

WE ARE THE ROYALS

A SERVANT

YOU RAGGEDY BITCH

CHLOTHAR YOU HOE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

CHLOTHAR ALBERICH

AINT NO FUCKING WAY DAWG

WELL SHIT

FUCK ME THEN

My hands hurt from the punching I was just doing

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

BECOME WHAT

WHAT

THE LOOM OF FATE

I SWEAR TO GOD IF I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT OTHER SHIT

HELLO

PRINCE

MY NAME IS LUMINE

MY PRONOUNS ARE SHE/THEY

I WAS FUCKING AAAAAAAAAA

APOLLO

BY THE POWER OF FUCKING WAKING

ONCE AGAIN

I IMPLORE YOU TO PLAY KINGDOM HEARTS

I better not be fucking right

YEP

I FUCKEN KNEW IT

I fucking knew the mushrooms were red for a reason

I fucking knew it

Lumine after going through something traumatic:

Dain:

Define he

Aether he?

Or Kaeya he?

GIRL THE FUCKING VOICE HE

SO ITS SOMEBODY THO

OKAY

ALRIGHT

WILL IT BETTER FUCKING BE RIGHT NEXT TIME DAIN

I CANNOT WAIT

OH I KNOW WHO IT IS

ITS FUCKING XEHANORT

THIS MFKER HAS PLANNED FOR EVERY EVENTUALITY

PACK IT THE FUCK UP Y’ALL

I really did miss you Paimon

I couldn’t even go in my menu

Um so

That was it

They really should pick this back up in 3.6

Or else :)

Ending pending…

Please be prepared for more hurt.

#this was a ride y'all #waffle plays #waffle plays genshin #genshin impact 3.5 #genshin archon quest spoilers

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riotlain · 3 years ago

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Slashers with a demon assassin s/o!

I watched helluva boss and now its my new fixation so strap in

There will be no spoilers tho bc im nice

I accidentally went all out so this one is only pt 1

Tw for like Cursing, death. yknow the usual

Women DNI

Jason Vorhees

One of his victims was your target

He was stalking them and doin the usual

Then he got to your target

Just when he was about to kill them you appeared

“Aww hell no b-tch! I want my paycheck this week!” You yelled as you proceeded to shoot the scared and confused victim.

…

well you made his job easier

But get off his property!

He thought you might be related to Freddy Krueger or something

Another red demon??

You then just left and he never saw you again

That is until someone wanted him dead

You went up to the human world to find him again

And after trying to kill him multiple times he didnt die

“Listen here dick weed. I need my damn money and my boss wont give it over unless you die.”

Head tilt

“Ok maybeee i can get a deal or something. Who the hell was the girl who wanted you dead again?” He didn’t understand really

Pamela didn’t really like you all that much bc of all your swearing. Also youre a demon thats another reason.

Fuck you im skipping to the part where yall dating bc im a lil shit. Let your mind run or something.

Yall are a…couple alright

You are randomly disappearing and coming back for your job.

You also help with trespassers tho

As in youre very helpful with how quick you are

Pamela gets on Jason bc of how often you swear (almost every sentence)

You also rant about your job alot and he listens

Hes a great listener actually

He doesnt know who Blitzo or Moxxie is but hes going with it

He likes to carry you on his shoulders

Small feral imp? Adorable! Big wolf hound? Also adorable

Tho you keep saying being up here is quite illegal

Kinda upset you’re doin illegal shit to see him but he kills people who trespass so same-diff

Where do you get all these weapons from!?

Yea.. hes a bit scared of where all these guns, chainsaws, swords, and knives came from

Be careful with that!

Pamela slowly accepts you

Yayy yall are one happy murderous family!

Michael Myers

You were payed to kill him

Very simple

You saw him stalking another lady

‘Nows my chance to fire’ you thought

You loaded the gun and aimed.

Boom! the bullet hit him!

You just assumed he died then

Quite careless

The shape of Haddonfield doesn’t die

And now hes pissed at whoever shot him

Was it Loomis??

He never figured out

You figured out he didnt die when youre paycheck was decreased by the amount the client payed to have Michael dead

You were a bit upset

Well nothing you can do about it now

That is until a client wanted a lady dead

That lady is one of Michaels victims

She was running, screaming, crying

Time to get her!

You jumped her ready to stab her

You then heard footsteps behind you

Shit!

You stabbed the woman before turning around. Only to see the shape! The fucker that didnt die

“How are you not dead!?” you yelled at Michael

He just tilted his head

“I wonder if they still want you dead?”

Jump to yall killers dating

Well arent you annoying helpful

Quit stealing his damn kills

“HAHAAA!! SUCK IT SHITHEAD!”

Bro he can literally throw you over his shoulder

Menace

Cutest murderous couple award #2 place

#slashers #michael myers #jason voorhees #slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x male reader #michael myers x male reader #michael myers x reader

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kashimos-hajime · 4 years ago

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no regrets (8/8) | r.b.

summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :) pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh

masterlist

crossposted on ao3 x

Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.

I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.

What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.

You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.

Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care.

I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.

Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.

im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I

Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.

I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.

Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.

I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up.

Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time.

I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that.

wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.

Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.

Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.

My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.

I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but

With love,

Rienr

You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.

You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.

They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.

“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.

“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms.

“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”

“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”

“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”

Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.

When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.

You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.

Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone.

“For your services to the Survey Corps.”

There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.

“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile.

The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.

Distantly, he remembers flashes.

Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.

How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.

He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.

How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.

When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.

“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”

Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted.

Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.

Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.

The ring. You’re wearing it. You…

For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.

“So are you.”

And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing.

Maybe they are.

He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.

Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.

You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”

Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”

Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”

Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows.

“Okay.”

When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it?

It has to be.

You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.

But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality.

The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him.

He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing.

Why him?

As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.

“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”

“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”

And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.

Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.

Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.

Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.

And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.

“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”

The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.

“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”

And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.

Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.

There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up.

Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.

Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks.

For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.

Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.

Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field.

It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.

Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.

He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.

“Eren… where are we?”

“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”

A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.

“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”

His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.

And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”

Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.

“Marco! Sasha!”

Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.

He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—

“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.

Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop.

Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—

You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.

Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.

He’s gone.

A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.

“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.

Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.

Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you.

“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”

Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything.

You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.

He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.

It’s over.

The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.

Just like he promised.

You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.

[THREE YEARS LATER]

Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing.

Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner.

How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.

And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.

Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.

But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.

Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach.

Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.

Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.

Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.

“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years.

“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.

A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”

“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.

“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.

“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”

“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.

“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.

Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.

Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.

“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise.

“To protect the both of us,” you explain.

“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”

You nod. “Listen to Levi.”

“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”

This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.

As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.

And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.

“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.

So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.

Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.

Hope for the future, and all that.

She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”

“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”

“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”

You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.

Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.

“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.”

Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off.

You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.

If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.

You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.

Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.

“You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you.

“I think it’s charming.”

She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head.

“Soon may the Wellerman come…”

A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.

Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.

Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.

She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.

You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.

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rayshippouuchiha · 3 years ago

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hello, I’m uh, here to vent? warning, there is…a lot of swearing. a few months ago i was taking a nap after a solid 24 hours of being awake and my brothers were in the same room laughing and yelling and generally being loud as fuck, and after asking for the fourth time to please be quiet because can’t you see im trying to sleep here, i finally snapped and said “can you two shut the fuck up please? it’s good that you’re enjoying yourself but can you maybe do it elsewhere?” and my older brother said to my younger laughing, “it’s so funny when people tell me off for laughing, like sorry im not depressed” I KNOW YOURE DEPRESSED. SO AM I. DEPRESSION ISNT AN EXCUSE TO BE AN INSENSITIVE DICKHEAD. god every time I think about it im filled with such a frothing rage. those two…i love them but they’re fucking assholes. who do they think they are??? they ain’t SHIT. not to mention that my older brother (who is 20) and my younger (who is 11) have been spending more time together, and my older brother has some hella toxic traits that i don’t want anywhere NEAR my impressionable younger brother. despite my best efforts to get my older brother to tone down (I say tone down because because I’ve TRIED to get him to stop, and he fucking WONT. the best I can hope for is that he doesnt say that shit in public) the rape jokes and blatant misogyny and racism and…fuck he’s got a lot of issues.

at a certain point in life you became responsible for your own development, and i can’t get him to change if he doesn’t want to, which, fine, i can accept that, but my baby brother??? he don’t need that shit. he’s been picking up shitty behaviour from him since we’ve been cooped up together at home. he’s been swearing a fuckload (fine, i can understand that one, since I do it too, although not nearly like how I do when I’m venting online) and he’s rude to our mom (what the FUCK. WHY. HOW. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN. IM SHAKING THINKING ABOUT IT. THIS WOMAN HAS RAISED THREE CHILDREN ALONE FOR THE PAST THREE YEARS WITH NO SUPPORT FROM OUR SHIT DAD AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO BE RUDE???) and he now thinks that raging and screaming and banging the table and kicking shit around is acceptable when the wifi is slow is completely normal and safe behaviour because our brother does it too. they think it’s funny! there’s so much shit i don’t want him picking up but for the love of god, how the hell do i do that when nobody in this goddamn household listens to me??? my brother made a shitty sexist joke the other day and i snapped and got pissed off at him (for the nth time, fuck) and he, what, called me a snowflake?? “it’s just a joke, you’re such a snowflake.” “what’s a snowflake?” “someone boring” and he had the GALL to look at me with this judgemental look on his face and say “are you a snowflake?” in a drawling voice. sorry if you think I’m BORING because I don’t support your shitty misogynistic views. you’re on your own, you asshole. I’d rather be a fucking snowflake than take that shitty behaviour near our brother. if it was just us two, me and my older brother, i might not have cared anymore after trying to help him the first few times, but there’s a fucking child in this house. you want him to grow up like you? and these two, they raise their voices ALL THE FUCKING TIME. me?? the only time I yell is when I’m calling someone from the other room, or online when I’m demonstrating my fROTHING FUCKING RAGE, such as right NOW. wanna know why? because yelling and shouting scares the fuck outta me, and i don’t want anyone feeling like i do. the reason im so goddamn angry online is because i refuse to be like them and take it out on other people. there’s venting, and there is hurting other people because what, your fucking minecraft won’t load? I’ve literally tried so hard to the point of actual tears to get my brother to stop raging but he just looks at me and says shit like “you wouldn’t understand, you never get angry”. uh actUALLY I CAN MOTHERFUCKING UNDERSTAND. BECAUSE YOU. YOU TWO GRATE ON MY FUCKING NERVES. HOW DARE YOU SAY I DONT UNDERSTAND. THE REASON YOU NEVER SEE ME ANGRY IS BECAUSE IM NOT LIKE YOU TWO. god im so sick of their shit. they’re my brothers and they’re precious, but I want to beat them up sometimes. I’m so tired. pretentious little shits UGH who do they think they ARE.

ray, the amount of time I’ve spent thinking about how to beat some goddamn respect into them is uncountable. every possible conversation that goes through my head i cannot continue because I can hear their responses, and they just fuel my anger even more, and I’m not even going to attempt to hold myself back in my mind. i have daydreams about ripping those two a new one and making them drink their respect women juice. osdjedlsdnkendkdn this is so long and im sorry about that but these two make my blood pressure skyrocket and I’m positive one day I’ll die from sheer fucking rage

Oh baby it really sounds like you needed to let all of that out and I don't blame you. Sounds like you're dealing with a lot from a lot of different directions and the anger, fear, and frustration you're feeling right now is perfectly understandable.

Honestly yeah your older brother sounds like a dick and, in my opinion, I'd be willing to put money on the fact that a lot of the things he's doing? He's probably doing them specifically to get a rise out of you, up to and including bringing your little brother into the mess. Because he knows what buttons to push and what things to say to get you to give him a reaction.

Obviously, I'm speaking from an outside perspective so I don't know all the finer details, but I say start stonewalling him.

Look to your safety first (especially since he seems to think that physical outbursts are acceptable and that kind of thing has a habit of escalating in many cases) but otherwise show him and his bullshit a solid stone wall.

You've tried talking to him, you've tried the emotional appeal. It's not working and it's not because he doesn't know he's doing wrong but because he doesn't want to stop. So don't give him that validation by showing him your outrage or your anger anymore. People who act out to provoke a reaction feed on that kind of thing and it traps you in this never-ending loop.

If he starts acting up then leave the room if possible. If you can't leave the room then scroll on your phone, read a book, stare into the goddamn abyss, just do not feed him that attention he so obviously wants.

If talking to your mom hasn't worked/isn't an option/etc I'd say you could try pulling the little brother aside and trying to calmly explain to him why what's happening is wrong if you haven't done that already. Just make sure you get him alone so he doesn't think he has to perform for your older brother.

It might work, it might not, but at least you will have tried.

Either way darling I'm sending good vibes in your direction and I'm here if you need to vent again.

#RayRambles

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a-snow-decahedron · 3 years ago

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Learn to Dodge

Ok but imagine being Frisk and sucking at dodging bullets

it's 3 am im not apologizing for this.

warning for Frisk cursing a lot, because they deserve it and also because it's really funny to think the only reason they don't have dialogue is because it would change the rating of the game

sans: haven't i done a great job protecting you?

sans: i mean, look at yourself, you haven't died a single time

sans: hey, what's that look supposed to mean? am i wrong?

Frisk: That's such bullshit.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: No you shut up! I died so many times i can't count and you didn't do shit a single time.

sans: you did what-

Frisk: yeah you fucking heard me. I get to swear all i want after that.

sans: *realization hitting him like a brick* look, kid, there's a lot to unpack here. but first, when did u die?

Frisk: Oh now you care, don't you? Pretty much everyone's killed me at least once. I died like 10 times to Undyne alone and you were fucking napping!

sans: *lowkey feeling regret at his words* wait... everyone? even my bro?

Frisk: nah, Papyrus' cool. Still scared the crap out of me the first time he captured me. He's a little lost about humans but he's got the spirit.

sans: the dogi?

Frisk: 3 times

sans: Greater dog?

Frisk: twice

sans: alright, i guess that's valid. but i can't think of anyone else that could do some serious damage kid. seriously, did ya die to some teens? to jerry? to a woshua?

Frisk: Say that last name again and i'm throwing a chair.

sans: oh boy, how much didja die...

Frisk: Sans, look at me in the eyes. I'm opening them wide for you. Look at me, at my armor.

sans: what about it.

Frisk: you know temmie village?

sans: yeah

Frisk: Tem sells this armor for so much money you could pay your tab at Grillby's

sans: did u pick up a fight to get the money. come on kiddo, of course you got hurt doing that.

Frisk: I'm not done yet. So outside the village there's this dark as fuck maze and it's filled with Woshues and Moldbyggs and all. But every time I died, Sans. Every time you let my soul break into little tiny pieces. Temmie sold the armor for cheaper.

sans: how the he...ck would temmie know how many times you died?

sans, to himself: i could visit the village for research, bet they know something i don't

Frisk: Hey bonehead, wanna know how much it cost?

sans: sure, go ahead

Frisk: it started at like 4500 G. I already died a few times beforehand so it was probably more expensive than that. But that fucking maze is worse than my old neighborhood in the surface, man. I died so much the price got to 1400G I think.

sans: holy crap.

Frisk: it was still too much yknow, every time I died I lost my progress so I had to keep saving every penny I got. Anyways, see what I'm wearing? How much do you think it cost?

sans: uh... 500G

Frisk: close enough, 750, it didn't go lower than that. Before you ask: no, I did not die on purpose to find out.

sans: ...

sans: how many HP do humans have?

Frisk: I learnt what HP was like yesterday, I don't think I can tell you. I have 20.

sans: ok yeah that's low. i figured you'd have like 200 at least

Frisk: I know that if I kill people it somehow increases but that's awful so next time I came back to life after dying I was back to before I murdered someone. I chose to do as much as possible to never kill again on purpose or by accident.

sans: wow, kid. you really are, uh, determined.

sans: hold on, so you can travel back in time

Frisk: *shrugs* I guess? Still hurts a fucking lot when it happens after I die. but I think I can try at will.

sans: buddy, let's do something. you can come back to a few minutes on the past right?

Frisk: Yeah

sans: ok, so hear me out. i made a codeword some time ago, so if someone tells it to me i know they're a time traveler. get closer (whisper, whisper)

Frisk: Sans what the fuck.

sans: i hope you come back and tell it to me.

--one loaded SAVE later--

Frisk: hey you told me to tell you this and if it's a fucking joke i'm going feral.

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: (whisper, whisper)

sans: who told you this? what a liar. *Frisk's eye twitches* but yeah that's a codeword. come closer, to really gain my trust you need another code (whimsper, whimsper).

Frisk: Oh for fuck's sake.

--Another loaded SAVE file later--

sans: hey, kiddo what's with that look

Frisk: This better be the last fucking codeword or I'm going insane

sans: language, bucko.

Frisk: *says the codeword*

sans: oh, so that's what you meant. It kinda explains a lot.

Frisk: Sans listen, I'm so fucking done of doing this. Let's just go eat, ok? Time traveling doesn't help wtih my hunger, and I reaally need to take my time to just explain what just happened because I know you got questions.

sans: *mentally preparing* here we go

-- some eplanations later --

sans: wow, kid. i'm impressed. for one thing i believe you. you knew what i was about to do before i did it.

sans: and, uh, guess i can't really make the past go away for you even if i don't remember that happening but... i'll do better, ok?

Frisk: Can I really trust you?

sans: you said your stats were low, mine are even worse so it's not like i can defend u without dusting myself in the process... but we can practice dodging, until you get better. and that armor's gonna help a lot too.

Frisk: For real?

sans: yeah, i made a promise after all. i gotta do a better job at keeping it.

sans: hey, buddy... you have not told this to anyone right? you haven't told the door lady.

Frisk: No fucking way. She also killed me once, telling her would destroy her. And I think she was trying not to hurt me too but somehow I managed to walk into her flames.

sans: ... why do you trust her?

Frisk: I don't know... it's complicated. She has good intentions. Better than some people on the Surface, anyways.

sans: you are a special kid, you know that? alright buddy, we can keep talking outside. let's take a breath and then do some training. even folks with low HP like us can find a way to survive. howzabout that?

Frisk: I guess... that's alright. Yeah, that can work.

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#fic #safeutdr #undertale #fanfiction #frisk #sans #swearing #dont take me too seriously #geometric thoughts #this is crack mostly #but yeah it can be wholesome too #my fingers just went with it #i am too tired to proofread it #sans the skeleton #frisk the human

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 3 years ago

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Texts from the Lost Tomb, part 5.4

I swear folks once I get this and the last part up I’m gonna condense it all

But yeah couldn’t resist some <3

Zhang and Wu Chat

Wu Xie: Um. I’m all done with the shower if you want a turn.

Zhang Qiling: I’m alright without one.

Wu Xie: sooo are you pissed at me still?

Zhang Qiling: ? I have not been angry with you since the ladder incident.

Wu Xie: you’ve barely said anything since the necklace thingy

Zhang Qiling: I believe it is a long-running joke amongst my friend group that I do not, in fact, say much.

Wu Xie: okay but there are multiple gouges in the tea house walls that would suggest you had somewhat strong feelings today

and I kinda caused the events that sparked said feelings

so just checking in you know

Zhang Qiling: I was not angry so much as I was afraid. More afraid than I’ve been in a long time.

Wu Xie: ??? But it has worked out fine??? Everyone made it out alive and Uncle Erbai gets to feel morally superior to the Zhang family for a while so today was a win overall

Zhang Qiling: I heard you scream. I didn’t know what had happened. I couldn’t get to you right away. Therefore, I was afraid.

Wu Xie: ohhhhh. oh, Xiao Ge. It’s alright now—hey the necklace was actually helping u look out for me:) It’s not like those ppl were actually trying to hurt me, really. Your family isn’t so bad, at least you don’t have any uncles you know of

today was just some big misunderstandings wrapped in some poor life choices. Tbh my memoir title

I feel kind of stupid for screaming but when a glowing necklace wraps itself around your neck it’s a little uhoh moment lol

I did like the design tho def my aesthetic.

Zhang Qiling: I am pleased that it was able to protect you when I was not.

Wu Xie: Uh no you are not allowed to get all emo abt this it’s only like 3pm

damn time flies when it’s flashing before your eyes lol

Are you on the roof? You’re def on the roof. I thought I heard the tiles moving over my head. Come down or I’m coming up.

Zhang Qiling: I will be down in a moment. Do not come outside, it’s cold and raining.

Wu Xie: you know, Zhang Rishan said he thinks the necklace might be linked to you, somehow

something from long ago, even though you wouldn’t remember it.

It’s lucky that it liked me, huh:)

Zhang Qiling: Yes. Quite lucky.

Babysitters Club Chat

Wang Pangzi: AWW LOOK AT HIM NAPPING ON YOUR SHOULDER SO CUTE. BEBES HAD A BIG DAY. YOU TWO ARE PRECIOUS. BE GOOD AND POSE FOR THE PICTURE NOW.

Zhang Qiling: No. Also, I am considering what steps I should take with Zhang Rishan. Regardless of his concern for the Zhang family line, his actions were unacceptable.

Wang Pangzi: HES DROOLING A LITTLE ON YOU WHICH IS LESS CUTE BUT I CAN CROP THAT PART

LOOK I KNOW YOURE STILL PISSED. IM NOT EXACTLY CALM MYSELF, I JUST HAVE WAYS TO SKIRT AROUND TIANZHENS BULLSHIT FILTER THAT YOU LACK

GET ON MY LEVEL

WU ERBAI WILL HANDLE IT, THINGS HAVE SETTLED I THINK

BUT ABOUT THAT NECKLACE

SO INTERESTING HMMM

Zhang Qiling: I am the patriarch of my family. The necklace behaved as I would, apparently, to protect a vulnerable family member. Wu Xie’s bad cold last week activated it, and it responded to a perceived danger to him today. Simple enough.

Wang Pangzi: UH HUH

A FAMILY MEMBER

THE NECKLACE REALLY SAID LOVE WINS

TOLKIEN COULD NEVER

Zhang Qiling: It protected him on a technicality. But I will not allow him to bear the burdens of my family ever again. It has taken so much from him already.

Wang Pangzi: YEAH SURE BLAH BLAH DESTINY BLAH BLAH ANGST

“A TECHNICALITY” WOW WHO SAID ROMANCE WAS DEAD

ANYHOO IM SCREENSHOTTING THIS FOR UR WEDDING RECEPTION SLIDESHOW

YA KNOW DURING MY SPEECH

Friends of Wu Xie Support Group Chat

Hei Yangjing: you’re welcome for everything today<3 I accept PayPal, although of course it is always my honor to assist my friends:)

Wang Pangzi: WE ARENT PAYING YOU SHIT

Zhang Qiling: You did absolutely nothing.

Hei Yangjing: whoa whoa maybe I wasn’t threatening family members or busting up load-bearing walls like some undying divas I could name but I totes helped

or at least I was there for moral support maybe?

Zhang Qiling: The only reason I knew you were there at all was that as I lowered my blade from Zhang Rishan’s neck, I heard the camera click and saw you were taking a selfie making a peace sign, angled to have the two of us in the background.

Xie Yuchen: I saw it on social media just now. The caption is “#greatdaycatchingupwiththelads #blessed”

Wang Pangzi: TBH KIND OF JEALOUS I DIDNT THINK TO DO THAT

Hei Hangjing: okay yeah you see Xiao Ge that is a modern kind of help I should’ve known you wouldn’t be aware

It’s called performance, you wouldn’t understand

it’s a ‘Gram thing

Also it means I’m a great person

Bc letting you handle the situation was my gift to you

Zhang Qiling: Wu Xie mentioned there is something called “blocking ppl” that gets them out of my phone.

Hei Yangjing: nah

Can’t trust that Wu Xie, bae can’t tell a coffin from an urn amirite

it’s not a thing, blocking

Xie Yuchen: It is a thing. I’ll show you later, Zhang Qiling.

Wang Pangzi: YOU BOYS GO GET CLEANED UP AND COME BY AROUND 9 I SNAGGED SOME OF ZHANG RISHANS BOOZE ON THE WAY OUT

Bonnie and Clyde Chat

Hei Yangjing: you looked pretty comfortable in those handcuffs earlier ;););)

Xie Yuchen: Go to sleep, idiot.

Hei Yangjing: You’d have to do something to tire me out ;););)

Xie Yuchen: Are you like this around Wu Xie? Not that I care, I’m just asking.

Hei Yangjing: uh that’s a big nope

First off all Idk when I’ll die but Id prefer it to be on my terms and not at the hands of those other two

Secondly there is a part of me that remembers how adorable he was when he was younger and that makes it weird

(No offense but u were not adorable. He was bebe luke skywalker, you were bebe princess leia I am obvs Han Solo 4lyfe)

Also I’m a little scared that if i flirted with him and he flirted back he’d be better at it.

Xie Yuchen: All valid concerns.

Hei Yangjing: as cute as he is I don’t really wanna tap that.

Xie Yuchen: I see.

Hei Yangjing: do you tho

Main Chat

Wu Xie: okay folks who wants cocoa to top the evening off? I picked some up today:D

Wang Pangzi: UH YOU SPENT YOUR DAY BEING KIDNAPPED AND PLACATING A SENTIENT NECKLACE WHEN DID YOU HAVE TIME TO GET GROCERIES

FRANKLY THATS INTIMIDATING

Wu Xie: the tea house gift shop:)

Wang Pangzi: …YOU BOUGHT COCOA FROM YOUR KIDNAPPERS. FROM THEIR GIFT SHOP. DURING YOUR KIDNAPPING.

WU XIE

WU XIE WHY

Wu Xie: I mean we were there the whole day, it felt impolite not to buy anything.

Wang Pangzi: OH RIGHT GREAT POINT ID HATE TO BE RUDE TO THEM AFTER THEY WENT TO THE TROUBLE OF ABDUCTING US

LISTEN WHEN PPL STEAL YOU IT BECOMES FREE REIGN ON THEIR SHIT

UGH YOU PROBABLY GOT A RECEIPT AND EVERYTHING

WAS UR LITTLE SHOPPING TRIP BEFORE OR AFTER THEY STUCK U IN A DUNGEON TO EXPERIMENT ON YOU

WAIT NVM I DONT WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER TO THAT

Wu Xie: look, let’s focus on the positives/ we are all okay, and we learned something new, that necklace is still active! It’s really quite nice-looking when it isn’t moving of its own volition.

Wang Pangzi: YOU AND YOUR RELENTLESS DUCKING OPTIMISM

ZHANG QILING ARE YOU SEEING THIS

Zhang Qiling: I would love some cocoa. I’ll come to the kitchen.

Wu Xie: I have special marshmallows for you!!

Wang Pangzi: I SEE

WE ARE SUBSCRIBING TO THE PRESTIGIOUS “FUCK IT WHY NOT” SCHOOL OF THOT TONIGHT

LOL SURE LETS GO COCOA IT UP

IVE GOT SOMETHING STRONG TO POP IN IT

Wu Xie: Still thinking about that design… I’d love another chance to examine that necklace under less Zhangy circumstances.

Kinda sad we couldn’t borrow it to use for illnesses and dangerous missions :/

ah well it’s for the best, a family heirloom should be treasured, preserved and protected<3

Zhang Qiling: I put it on your dresser.

Wu Xie: ???????

Wang Pangzi: AND THATS WHY YOU AND I ARE FRIENDS, XIAOGE <3

Wu Xie: I—

Zhang Qiling: Are those bunny-shaped marshmallows for me?

#whomst #ultimate note #wu xie #dmbj #the lost tomb #pingxie #iron triangle #dmemebj

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heliosthegriffin · 4 years ago

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The Adventures of Shota Jaune

Arthur Arc always knew his son was going to be special, it had been seven daughters straight that the Brothers had given him, he was due for a son. Good things come to those who hold strong and have faith.

His son would be amazing.

It was a given!

He didn’t expect how right he was.

How was he suppose to know his son would come out of the womb glowing like a disco ball!

The nurses were running around, his wife was crying, and Arthur had dick all of an idea what was going on.

Arthur winced has the doctor doctor cradled his broken hand while being escorted out of the room, all Arthur had seen was a flash of light and a cry of pain, before a nurse caught his falling son.

Now Arthur held his glowing baby boy as his wife was being loaded up with Morphine wanting to now what’s wrong with her baby.

Shit’s fucked.

Arthur looked at his baby boy.

“Your name is Jaune Arc,” The baby slept in his arms. “you’re going to be a trouble maker aren’t you? Well, that’s fine, we have plenty of trouble makers in the family. You’re going to fit right in.”

And so the Arcs were once again black-listed from another hospital, and Baby Jaune Arc had already broken a man’s hand.

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Four year’s Later....

Arthur walked groggily to his son’s room, light bleeding from underneath the door.

It was midnight he should be asleep.

His son’s giggling told him otherwise.

He opened the door and called out to him. “Jaune, it’s midnight. Why did you turn your lights on?”

His son turn his head to him looking embarrassed as several floating orbs of light rotated around him.

Arthur felt his jaw drop. When could he do that?!

“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I’ll go to bed soon.”

Arthur felt the words on in one ear and out the other, had his son found his semblance?

“Jaune, what are those lights?” Arthur said weakly to his son.

Jaune looked confused for a moment looking around. “I didn’t turn on lights, though,” Then his expression brightened, literally as a orb went pass his face. “Oh that! You said I could have lights on at bedtime, and sometimes I got scared, so my Orra would make me flashy flash, but that just made more shadows. So, I tried to to make my Orra bigger, but it wouldn’t so I tried to make it move over the shadows, and it did!”

Arthur watched in fascination as the globes orbited around his son. His son really was special. This was beyond basic Aura manipulation, this was beyond anything an expert could do. Darkness be damned, even Arthur himself prided himself on his aura control couldn’t doing anything half as intricate as this!

“How did you get it to move like that? Your Aura that is?” Curiosity bled into his voice. It stung his pride a little bit to ask his son tips on Aura manipulation, but his pride as a father and his own want to know how won out.

Jaune looked at his father confused. “I just did?”

Arthur looked at his son patiently. “Could you show me how to then?”

“Um, ok.” His son said reluctantly.

Arthur watched his son carefully, activating his aura and having it circulated into his eyes to be able to see his son on a auric level.

Arthur flinched back in shock and nearly blind.

His son had so much damn aura! It was like looking at the freaking sun at high noon.

Arthur could barely even see his son’s figure through the light, a barely visible shadow in the midst of a bonfire of pure white light that danced and waved on currents that could not be understood even by a expert like himself. Light filled the room and a revelation hit Arthur. He himself was under his son’s aura, the entire damn house was!

Even outside the room he could see the currents of his son’s brilliant aura circulating around the house and even leaking into the wood and stone! He was reinforcing the house, and it was even being absorbed into his own aura and he hadn’t even noticed.

His son had been subconsciously leaking aura and he hadn’t notice at all! It was so invasive and overwhelmingly aggressive, but deviously subtle that it took a hold on everything it was near.

His son was a walking talking breathing, Aura reactor. No wonder he lit like a disco-ball when he was born, no wonder he fired off the occasional flare of aura, no wonder his all of his sister had awakened their aura, no wonder the fucking cat did too!

His son was enhancing everything around him, Arthur himself hadn’t even questioned why his own reserves had enlarged, his son did it.

It was a open knowledge that reserves just increase with time and practice, but his had nearly doubled over the last four years.

Arthur shut down his Aura Sight, any more and it might give him damage his control.

Arthur no longer needed an explanation as to why his son could create light-balls. It was easy enough explanation to himself, he was just separating dense sections of aura and have them follow the auric currents he created.

Arthur knew what he had to do now, his wife was going to kill him for it, but Jaune not mastering his talents would be the graver sin.

“Jaune do you want to be a huntsmen like your dad?”

Arthur frantically cover his eyes as his son squealed and flash-banged him with happiness.

Even through his aura he could feel a sun-burn, well aura-burn, forming.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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One year later....

Arthur’s eye’s twitched as his wife tried to get his son off the hill he made out of his sisters unconscious bodys.

“Jaune, please come down, they’re your sisters.” Victoria said trying to coax they son down.

“NO!” Jaune said with a stomp, pained groan coming from the sisters. “They’re mean and tried put me in a dress again!”

“They’re doing that because they love you and want to see how cute you’d look!”

Jaune groaned. “You’re in on it too!” He said with another stomp.

“Oww,” Another groan came from the pile.

“No, Jaune I just want to see my little man look pretty!”

“I don’t wanna be pretty I wanna be man’y man!”

“You can be a manly man,” A gleam came to his wife's eyes and Arthur groaned. “After you wear this dress!” Victoria said pulling out a dress and lunging at her son.

Arthur shook his head as his wife and only son tussled. “Jaune I’ll be waiting in the backyard when you want to practice.”

“No, Jaune no! Don’t use the back-breaker aaagggh!”

“NO, Jaune don’t suplex me into your sisters! Aggh!”

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One year later.

Arthur watched his son play in the parks playground, a nice day with a clear blue sky and a cool breeze that would come around with a the pleasant smell of evergreens and the clean lake in the park, Arthur taking a moment to admire the small waves going across the water to lap at the beaches edge.

Ah, it couldn’t get more relaxing than this.

‘Shink-Break.’

He hated when he was right. He had run across the park as fast as possible to stop the blade from hitting his son.

He really shouldn’t have bother though, as Jaune grasped a broken pocket knife blade in his hands.

An absolutely tiny little thing was holding the other end, a horrifically skinny child with brown, pink, and white hair was trembling as Jaune held her in the air.

Arthur nearly gagged in disgust as got within ten feet of the children.

The smell was nose-burning and made his eye’s water in pain.

Still though Arthur look at the child his son was holding in pity. The poor thing could have been much older than his son but probably didn’t come up above three feet, they were dress in what might have been clothes at one point but had been caked in so much filth, dirt, and grime that they might as well been wearing rags.

So skinny, so damn skinny.

Arthur grimaced at the sight, the child was on the verge of starvation. A fire then lit in his belly, if he ever got his hands on whoever left a child like this he would swear on his word to kill them, no excuses, he was a huntsman he had enough sway that he could get away with it.

“Jaune, what happened? Also, put the child down.”

Jaune shrugged. “Can’t if I do she’ll do her shiny thing and disappear again.”

“Her shiny thing? Does she have an Aura Jaune?”

“Yeah, an sembence.”

“Semblance, yeah. So, could you give her to me, so that we could talk about how this happened?”

Jaune shrugged and handed the child to him, who started thrashing violently as they were being handed over, then Jaune stopped and hugged her, even as they were thrashing, her broken knife chipping at his aura.

“Actually, dad, I think I’ll hold onto her.” Arthur sighed with pity, and nodded his head. It was probably better that she didn’t get pasted around it might give them a panic attack.

“That’s fine, so what went on for this to happen?”

Jaune started rocking the child in his lap, even as they stabbed at him, but the fight quickly left them.

“Well, I was playing, and I got tumbie rumbles, and went to get an ice-cream, then my ice-cream went gone, and I was not happy, then I did a ohra thing, and could see that she was eating my ice-cream.” Jaune took a breath and Arthur absorbed the information.

“So, I ask her why she stole my ice cream and why she’s so smelly, she got mad, well actually she got scared, an tried to punch me, then when she hurt her hand she disappeared, so I tried to find her again, then I picked her up and she tried to stib me.”

Arthur nodded and sighed again. He got on the ground and looked at the child, he gave the friendliest smile he had.

“Hi, I’m Arthur and this is my son, Jaune. What’s your name?”

The child looked away.

Arthur frowned for a second before trying again. “Do you have any parents? Or a guardian? Could you bring them to us, or have them come here?”

‘So that I can beat them to death with my bare hands.’ Arthur thought.

The child said nothing.

“Are you hungry? We can get you some food? You want to go get some food?”

The child still said nothing, but there was a slight tremble to them now.

“Hey dad, um.” His son said. “There’s a thing, on her, It don’t look so good?” Jaune said pointing at the girls neck.

Arthur leaned in closer and recoiled immediately.

A black leaking smile was gashed across her neck leaking white and yellow pus.

“We’re going to the doctor, immediately!”

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Two months later.

Arthur smiled as his newest daughter was following son around like a duck. It had taken a little while and a couple stab wounds, but Neo had finally given into the Arc charm and let herself be adopted.

She was finally gaining a healthy weight and color to her skin, and her hair was combed and cut properly. Dressed up in nice clean clothes. Oddly enough she was actually older than Jaune by about three years. That had only made Arthur more incensed to find her parents.

Arthur had also been true to his word. More than happy to keep it actually.

Vale may be down one councilwoman, but the world was a better place so it balance out. Shame they couldn’t keep his face out of the press, but he sent his message.

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Six months later

Arthur glared at Saphron as she fidgeted with her girlfriend Terra.

The tweens had lost not only Jaune, but also Neo. In the middle of Vale.

Arthur sighed and ran a hand down his face, then pointed at the ferry where Victoria and his other daughters waited.

“Go wait over there with the rest of them. I’m sure your mother and Gris will have words for you two.”

“But Dad-,” “Mr. Arc please-”

Arthur stared firmly at her and Terra. Two tweens vs a now world-class huntsman would never in a million years be a fair contest.

They bowed their heads with shame and sulked over to his wife and eldest daughter, Gris the only huntress out of his daughters.

Arthur tried not to smile, as his daughter and her girlfriend got torn a new one, but he could only try so hard.

To be honest, however. He wasn’t worried for Jaune that much or Neo if Jaune was there. With the boys Aura and her Semblance they were damn near untouchable even for him.

No, he was more worried about-

‘KAAAA-BOOOOOOM!!’

The colateral damage.

So, Arthur did what he always did to find Jaune, follow the sounds of destruction.

He found Jaune sitting and talking to nothing in the middle of what was probably at one time a nice three story building, along with what might of been a nice, friendly gang of Vacuon thugs judging by their skin tone and tattoos that led back to the Sand Devils Gang.

They weren’t much more than bone splinters, red mist and a little bit of viscera now.

If he wasn’t so proud of his son, he might be terrified.

“So, Jaune mind telling me what happened here and where your sister is?”

Jaune jumped at the sound of his voice, bringing his hands up the way he taught him and probably how he just annihilated those men.

He relaxed when he saw Arthur and smiled. “Oh, hi dad! You can drop the barrier Neo and Em,”

Em?

Arthur had a feeling that they had another one.

“So Dad, we met a new friend, and she wanted to show us her house, but a group of meanies where here and wanted to make us do things, so I made Neo and Em hide, while I took care of it!”

Yep, they got another one.

Neo shattered into existence along with green-haired mocha skinned girl who looked absolutely terrified.

“This is Emerald, she lives here-, Oh no! I wrecked your house, I’m sorry!” Jaune looked at his dad paniced. “Dad! She can stay with us, right?!”

Arthur nodded and sat down to get eye level with the children.

Neo was holding Emerald and soothing her, and Emerald looked like she might run away at any moment.

She looked around nine, less dirty than when they first found Neo, but still under-fed and probably a street kid.

“Ok, you can stay with us.”

Emerald’s eyes went wide with shock, but Neo and Jaune pulled her into a hug.

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Two months later...

Emerald was following Jaune and Neo like a moody cat, she had taken to living in with them better than Neo, even if she still pickpocket them some times and hid in the crawlspace.

Turns out she had still living parents. Arthur had made sure to extract all in the child support she was owed, and made sure they left her in their wills.

Too bad they suffered such tragic accidents afterwards. But, who would miss some Vacuon Dust Baron, or some Atlas Upper-Class Trash.

Plus who cared if he was wanted by Vacuo or The Ace Ops, he was already blacklist anyway in both kingdoms.

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Two Months Later...

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday Jaune Arc!”

His string bean boy had turned seven years old today.

He was so happy for him.

Arthur looked at his son blow out the candles.

A wind blew over the campfire as storm was on the horizon.

They were celebrating his birthday here in Shion this year.

Arthur had a special present for his son this year, something to celebrate starting to train him in earnest as a huntsman. Even if he was as powerful as some huntsmen in training.

Boy would he be a monster... Well, more of one.

Arthur slid a long rectangular package across the camp table to Jaune.

“What’s this?”

“Open it up.”

Jaune looked at it and then tore open the wrapping.

A stainless steel practice sword and a heater-shield made for his size.

Jaune looked at his father with tears in his eyes. “I love it!” He squeaked out.

Victoria did glare at Arthur along with Gris, but they and the rest of the family squeled athis reaction.

They were just jealous he got the best gifts.

Arthur looked at his son seriously. “You understand what this means, Jaune? You’re going to have to start being a real huntsman now, no more regular school, we’re going to home-school you, and anytime you’re not training you’re going to be learning, understood?”

Jaune looked nervous briefly, but nodded resolutely. “Yeah, I get it. Plus I didn’t like anybody at school anyway, they were always mad at me for some reason or the girls would run away screaming.”

Arthur drifted his gaze to Em and Neo, who looked away innocently. “I guess it’s time for you two to start huntress training too, Jaune could use some partners.”

“Yes!” Emerald said joyfully, as Neo cheered with her.

Victoria stilled glared at Arthur, but he ignored it. “Who wants cake?”

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Later that afternoon...

Clouds were starting to blow in and Arthur was gathering his family into the fortified cabins. It was going to start a down pour soon.

That’s when Arthur heard it, a moan of pain.

Arthur sighed and walked into the woods. His son, his newer daughters, and some boy he’s never seen before, all circled around a black haired Grimm masked woman who was on the ground in pain.

“Alright, what’s up this time?”

Jaune kicked the woman in the gut, elcipting a groan from her.

“She’s mean, kept trying to make us go with her, then made Vern over there fight us,” Arthur looked at the boy name Vern, who was staring awestruck at his son. Vern noticed him and quickly nodded, Arthur then noticed a black eye on the boys face and several other wounds.

“I beat him though, and Vern got all scared, the Lady then tried to make us walk through a portal, I said no. She got mad. So she tried to beat us up, so Neo and Em gave her the run around while I beat her up. Then she got flashy eyes and tried to blasted us, but Neo and Em gave her the run around and she hit herself, then we all gang up on her.” Arthur looked at his son and daughters in amazement, not even hunters and huntress-in-training and they took on a rogue huntress with a powerful semblance and dust capablities. He was so proud of them!

The his eyes drifted back to Vern.

Arthur had a feeling he knew this song and dance already.

Arthur on down on one knee.

“How do you feel about adoption?”

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One month later...

Raven Branwen, Raven notorious coward Branwan, was the rogue huntress his children caught. Nobody believe him though and now he had the nickname Tribe-Hunter.

Team STQ was quite interested in handling her imprisonment. That was none of Arthur’s business. Ozpin had been quite generous on his bonus though and gave him plenty of vacation time with his family.

Oh, and Vern was actually named Vernal and a girl. He really should have expected that by now. She didn’t take to family very well, but once a pecking order was established she was better behaved, even if she challenged him or Jaune for leadership.

Arthur held his wife closely as they watched their children play in the backyard. Well, Jaune and the new three.

They were practically a little team. Vernal was even calling his son ‘Boss.’

Arthur though couldn’t help feel something inside him watching his children beat the shit out of each other. That this was only the start of craziness.

His wife then gripped his hand. “I want more.”

“I feel like we don’t have a choice anymore.” But the idea didn’t bother Arthur much.

#Jaune Arc #Shota Jaune Adventures #Vernal #neopolitian (rwby)#Emerald Sustrai #jaune arc appreciation #Jaune's Dad

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thewalkingdead-fan101 · 3 years ago

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In this hell Daryl Dixon X Reader Part 16/??

Hey all! I'm back! I'm so sorry to those of you that have been waiting for an update! Thank you for being patient! I Love Ya'll! Without further ado, welcome to part 16!

Series masterlist Warnings- Blood, Gore, General walking dead depictions, slow burn, swearing, Character death.

Once Shane and Rick had returned from taking Randall to the barn, we had all made our way back to the camp. I took a seat in one of the camping chairs, as the others gathered around. Lori was kneeling beside the fire.

“So what you gonna do?” She asked pouring cocoa into a mug, pausing and handing it to Carl. “We'd all feel better if we knew the plan.” She stated looking up at the two men after pouring a mug for herself.

“Is there a plan?” Andrea asked, rocking slightly on her heel before walking towards Shane.

“We gonna keep him here?” Glenn had asked, shifting and fidgeting as Carol stood behind him. Both men had looked down, Shane slipping his thumbs into his belt as Rick stepped forward. “We'll know soon enough.” Rick had nodded his head, to where Daryl was now headed towards the group. Daryls knuckles were covered in blood, I didn’t have to guess who it belonged to. “Boy there's got a gang.” He speaks loud enough for us to hear as he approaches. “30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't looking to make friends.” He continues, stopping as he reached the group. “They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women, they're gonna- they're gonna wish they were.” He looked around, eyes landing on me then settling onto the floor.

Carol placed a hand on my shoulder, looking up. “What did you do?” “Had a little chat.” He slightly shook his head, leaving. I slightly turned and watched as he made his way towards our tent. “No one goes near this guy.” Ricks voice had gotten my attention.

“Rick, what are you gonna do?” Lori spoke softly, standing and moving closer to her husband.

“We have no choice. He's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat.” He stated calmly, looking at each of us individually. “You're just gonna kill him?” Dale had asked incredulously.

“It's settled. I'll do it today.” Rick had nodded finally and left the small meeting, Dale following close behind. I smiled at Lori and Carl as I stood from the chair, Maggie standing off the right with Glenn. I moved towards the RV, moving to borrow one of Dales books, having misplaced the book Shane had gotten me. Entering the RV, I was met with complete silence. I reached up and grabbed one of the random books that he had sitting on the counter, giving the blurb a quick read over and nodding, making my way to my tent. A hand had landed on my shoulder, jolting me out of my thoughts.

Turning I see Maggie, a small smile playing on her face. “Hey.” “Holy shit, you scared me, you asshole.” A small chuckle escaping as, I sighed. She let out a small chuckle. “I’m just checking up on you, im not meant to leave you alone.” “Im headed to my tent, you don’t have to worry about me, or babysit me.” “Im not babysitting you.” She chuckled. “Believe it or not, I actually like hanging out with you.” She shook her head throwing her arm around my shoulder. “What are you doing?” I chuckled as she started guiding me towards my tent. “Ill walk with you.” “Go be with Beth.” I smiled softly. “Daddy wanted to speak with her alone for a little bit.” She shook her head. “You don-“ “I want to.” I nodded, smiling as we made the short trip. As we neared the tent, we were met with the sight of Daryl reloading his crossbow. Raising it, aiming at the cans he had littering the fence facing the outside of the property. Anger was radiating off of him. Maggie stopped, raising her brows slightly. “I think I’ll let you guys talk, give him some space.” She smiled, gently hugging me. She turned and left, the sound of the crossbow being shot made me jump slightly as the arrow pierced the can. Daryl had began loading it again, and repeated the process. I walked closer to the tent, watching as he reloaded again. He paused and glanced over, our eyes briefly making contact, Daryl turning back and aiming at another can. “What happened up there?” I asked softly, taking a small step closer and stopping. Daryl shook his head and huffed, moving his crossbow over his shoulder as the arrow connected with the last can. He made his way towards the fence to retrieve the arrows. I sighed as I watched him replace the cans after taking the arrows back. He made his way back to where he was standing beforehand. He didn’t speak a word, bringing his crossbow back and reloading an arrow, and shooting, hitting his target again. “Babe…” Daryl grunted in response. “Regardless if you tell me what is on your mind or ignore me, I’m staying right here.” He turned to glare at me. I raised a brow and he smirked, moving his crossbow over his right shoulder, moving closer. He stops in front of me, moving his hand to rest on my side, my shirt slightly raising as his thumb gently grazed the skin. He moved his crossbow from his shoulder to the ground, his right arm mirroring his left. I moved my arms to rest around his neck, wrists crossed behind his head as the book rested between my fingers. Intimate moments like this with Daryl, although as rare as they are I love. We stood quietly, the both of us enjoying being in the others company. Daryl dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to mine in a soft kiss. He pulled away and rested his forehead to mine. “You don’t need to talk to me now about what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” I smiled softly, moving my hand to rest on his cheek. “Come to me when you are ready.” I finished, gently guiding him down for another kiss. He moved his right hand to my face and deepened the kiss, pulling away to get our breath back. He reached down and picked up the crossbow, raising his brow at me.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him. “Ya’ wanna learn?” He gestured to the cans with the crossbow. “Babe-“ “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me to where he was standing before.

He placed the bow down, and cocked and loaded it before handing it to me. “I could’ve done that..” I joked. “Nah, ain’t gonna risk hurting bean.” He shook his head moving behind me.

He moved my body into a better position, his leg snaking between mine and moving them shoulder width apart and wrapped his arms around me, helping me aim.

“Take ya’ time.” He began, moving the buttstock to my shoulder.

“Make sure ya’ raise the bow higher.” He spoke into my ear as his arms moved mine higher.

“And keep ya’ thumb on the bottom of the forearm.”

He watched as I lined up one of the cans, arms slightly wavering.

“Take a breath and focus.” He spoke softly into my ear. A shiver ran down my spine as Daryl removed his arms from my own. “When ya’ pull the trigger, squeeze it slowly, keep it steady.” I kept the can in my sight, taking steady breaths as I nodded softly. “Ya’ got this baby.” He spoke from behind me as my finger hovered over the trigger.

My eye lingered on the can, finger moving to lightly squeeze the trigger. With a click, the arrow flies through the air, dropping slightly, hitting the fence under the can. Daryl let out a small chuckle behind me as my arms dropped to my sides, crossbow hanging beside me as I turn to him.

“Here.” He reached over for the crossbow, reloading it. He handed it back over and watched as I got back into position. I rested the buttstock to my shoulder once more and aimed more downrange, lining the can up once again. Evening my breathing out, I gently squeezed the trigger, the arrow releasing from the bow and lodging itself into the can. “Knew ya’ had it in ya’.” Daryl smiled, moving past me to retrieve the two arrows. He smirked as he made his way back, taking the crossbow from my hands and reloading it. “Ya’ wanna go again?” He asked, raising his brow.

I looked down, a small scoff leaving my lips.

“Hell yeah i do.” I looked up, meeting his eye, returning the smirk he had given me.

I sighed as I stretched my arms over my head, making my way to the tent as Daryl collected all of the arrows once more.

Daryl began sharpening the arrows as I entered. I placed the book on the bed, grabbing the duffle bag of clothes, searching for a sweater. Daryl and I had been shooting for close to two hours, just enjoying the time we had together. The cicada’s had began chirping, drowning out the silence that had been present before. I opened the tent door and stepped out, taking a seat by Daryl as he began loading his arrows into their holders. Footsteps approaching had gotten our attention. Glancing up, covering my eyes from the sun, I see the familiar silhouette of Dale. Daryl let out a scoff as he continued loading the arrows. “The whole point of me coming up here is to get away from you people.” He announced as the older man stopped two metres away.

“Gonna take more than that.” Dale responded, resting a foot on a stump, nodding towards me as I waved.

“Carol send you?” Daryl asked as he checked the fletching on his arrows.

“Carol's not the only one that's concerned about you, or your new role in the group.” Dale glanced at him and gestured to the two of us. Daryl looked over at me and I looked down.

“Oh man, I don't need my head shrunk.” He shook his head, looking down to his crossbow. “This group's broken. I'm better off fending for myself and my family.” He nodded towards me. My heart fluttered slightly at his words. “You act like you don't care.” Dale had responded, watching as Daryl grabbed his denim jacket.

“Yeah, It's 'cause I don’t.” He shrugged his jacket on over his shoulders. “So live or die, you don't care what happens to Randall?” Dale had questioned.

“Nope.” Daryl shook his head. Dale glanced over to meet my eye as if asking me the same question. “Then why not stand with me, try to save the kid's life, if it really doesn't matter one way or the other?”

“Didn't peg you for a desperate son of a bitch.” Daryl spoke, fixing his vest over the denim.

“Your opinion makes a difference, both of yours.” He motioned to us.

“Man, ain't nobody looking at me for nothing.” He grabbed the crossbow and tilted his head at me as he began stalking off. I stood understanding what he meant, but I stopped mid way between both men.

“Your girl is, Carol is, and I am. right now.” Dale paused, waiting for Daryl to stop. Daryl turned as he listened to the older man. “And you obviously- you have Rick's ears.” Dale finished.

“Rick just looks to Shane. Let him.” Daryl began walking back towards Dale, stopping next to me. He grabbed my wrist as he turned back around and began walking away. “You cared about what happened to Sophia, cared what it meant to the group.” Dale began, knowing that it had gotten Daryl’s attention. “Torturing people? That isn't you.” He paused, Daryl had began walking back to Dale, hand still connected with my own. “You're a decent man. So is Rick. Shane- he's different.” Dale spoke apprehensively as he looked at me. “What's that?” Daryl asked pausing to glance at me before continuing. “’Cause he killed Otis?”

Dale looked between Daryl and I incredulously.

“He tell you that?” He asked closing the space between the three of us. “He told some story.” Daryl paused. “How Otis covered him, saved his ass. He showed up with the dead guy's gun. Rick ain't stupid.” Daryl spoke dropping my hand. “If he didn't figure that out, it's 'cause he didn't wanna.” “It's like I said- group's broken.” He muttered as he turned and walked away. Dale and I watched Daryl retreat.

“What are your thoughts?” Dale had asked, as we stood by the deteriorating fire place. “What on Dale?” I sighed, now turning to face him. “Everything.” He paused, waiting for me to answer. “Shane isn’t who he once was, it’s clear to see.” “I told you that when i overheard you and Shane at camp.” I paused. “The story with Otis didn’t add up, Daryl is clearly the more observant one. Im just naive.”I sighed. “I didn’t want to believe it I guess. But I do.” “And what about the boy?” “Randall?” I asked, and Dale nodded. “Dale-“ “He is just a kid (Y/n), a kid that deserves a chance, the chance to live.” Dale paused, searching my face for any sort of hesitance. “We still have our humanity, only just.” He continued as he waited for a response. I stayed silent as he watched me, eyes intently staring at me. “Is this really what you want to bring your baby into?” “A world in which our humanity is hanging on by a thin thread?” He whispered, shoulders slumping slightly as he began to feel defeated.

I watched as his head dropped, moving the rifle from his left shoulder to his right as he shifted his stance, moving to turn around. The defeat taking a toll on his body language. “Alright.” I sighed, briefly pinching the bridge of my nose. Dale had stopped, hesitantly turning to face me. “Alright?” He asked, brow slightly raised as he watched me. “Alright.” I nodded. It took all of five seconds for Dale’s face to brighten with a contagious smile. “What changed your mind?” “I never really had it made up.” I spoke softly as I moved a small rock around the dirt with my shoe. Dale hummed in response and waved as he continued to make his exit. “You also had a compelling argument.” I called, watching as the older man softly shook his head, a smile evident on his face as he turned and waved goodbye. “Ill see you at his trial, it’s at sunset!” “Sunset?” “Sunset.” He confirmed, with a wave of his hand, walking away.

I sat on the bed and sighed, after spending what had felt like an hour searching for the book the Shane gave me and finding nothing, I had given up the search and instead picked up one of the baskets by the open mesh door and sat down on the floor by the bags of clothes. I began sorting through the fabrics, picking up various pairs of denim jeans covered in dirt and dried blood, throwing them into the basket next to me and continuing working through the clothing. After five minutes of sorting out the clothes I moved the basket closer to the exit, and shuffled over to where Daryl had thrown some of his other clothes yesterday. “All I ask of him is to throw his damn clothes in the damn basket.” I mutter to myself as I pick up a worn out and stained tank top, and toss it into the basket, finding another pair of jeans covered in dried up blood, the stench stronger than the others, and throw it into the basket with the others. I heard something small hit the tarp by the basket, furrowing my brows, I turn, moving the hanging pant leg into the basket, only to be met with sight of two grey, still decomposing fingers.

My stomach started doing flips, as I stared at the two digits that were laying still on the ground. Moving quickly I stood up, and made my way out side, fighting the bile that was threatening to come up my throat. Fresh air surrounded me as I bent down, my hands resting on my thighs, as I closed my eyes and breathed. I waited for a few moments as I regained my composure and headed back into the tent, grabbing the basket and making a quick exit, leaving the two fingers on the floor. He can get rid of them. I think to myself. Out of the corner of my eye I see something move by Merles, Daryl’s motorcycle. I turn fully and notice Carls striped dark blue hooded jumper, the boy not noticing my presence. I smile to myself and place the basket down, walking over, watching as he looks up at the squirrel and rabbit pelts hanging on the makeshift line, then as his attention lands on the motorcycle. Carl reached out and his hands gripped the handles, mimicking revving the motorcycle. “If Daryl see’s you touching that he might try to shoot you in the butt.” I laughed softly. The boy jumped back and put his hands in his pocket, looking at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t mean to scare you, im sorry.” I giggled as he looked down. “No, that’s okay.” He chuckled and looked up at me. “What are you up to kiddo?” “Nothing, just wanted to come up and see you.” He smiled. “Oh really?” I smiled, stepping around the motorcycle and wrapping my arm around the boy, squeezing him in a small side-hug. “How sweet of you.” I laughed, reaching down and ruffling his hair as she gently pushed me away groaning. “Stop.” He whined laughing, moving his hand up to block my hand. “Alright.” I chuckled pulling my arm back and placing it across my chest with the other. Carl was silent for a moment, before his blue eyes shot up and met mine. “Do you wanna go exploring?” “Exploring?” I asked with a raised brow. “Yeah! Like go see if there’s a waterhole or something we can swim in.” He smiled. “I don’t know Carl.” “Please! It’s real warm out! And i can’t go by myself.” He whined. “I have to wash my laundry first, then i’ll have a quick talk with your mama. I don’t want a repeat of the last time.” I smiled down at the boy, who had now put his head down and kicked his shoe in the dirt. “Okay.” he nodded after a minute. “Okay, well, I better get going to do this, so we can go.” I smiled, turning and taking a step forward, pausing to look at him again. “Come on, I can’t leave you here alone. Daryl will shoot us both in the butt.” I nodded my head for him to follow me. Carl groaned as he took a step around the motorcycle and followed me to the basket. I reached down and picked up the basket and began the small trek to the camp with the basket leaning against my right hip, my right arm extended over the top and holding onto the handle. Carl was silent as we walked together, the silence filled out by the chirps of cicadas in the distance. The smell of instant coffee grew stronger as we got closer to camp, I could see Carol hovering by the fire, stirring the pot.

“It won’t take me long to wash these.” I smiled, turning to Carl. I frowned as I stopped, turning and searching for the boy who had since disappeared. I shook my head and continued walking towards Carol. “Hi Carol.” I smiled softly as I approached the camp. The woman stood and smiled. “Hey (Y/n).” She returned the smile. “Need anything washed?” I asked, gesturing to the basket on my hip. “No! Here, let me take that!” Her eyes widened as she rushed around the fire. Her hands reached out and took the basket from my hands and she moved around the fire and to the wash tub. “Carol-“ “I don’t want to hear it.” She stated in a sing-song matter. “Please, Carol, I need to do something.” “You are growing a child. You are doing something.” “Carol-“ “Just take my help and shut up.” She chuckled. “I-“ “(Y/n), im not taking no for an answer.” She warned, pointing her index finger at me. I stood by Carol for a moment, watching as she began separating the fabrics. “Go and do something sweetie.” “Alright, Alright.” I raised my hands in surrender. Carol chuckled and waved me off as I began to trek away from the fire. “Do you know where Lori is?” I stopped and turned as I asked Carol. Carol stopped sorting and looked up at me, before looking around and sighing. “Last I saw, she was at the barn with Rick.” “Okay, thank you!” I smiled softly. Carol nodded. “You okay?” i asked, moving to take a step forward as her demeanour changed. “Im fine honey, Lori and I had a little bit of a disagreement.” “Did you want to-“ “No, im alright, go do what you need to do.” She shook her head, turning to smile at me.

I nodded hesitantly and made my way towards the barn. It didn’t take long to get to the barn, could see the married couple standing outside and talking, Lori moving her hands to her face and placing her face briefly in her palms before sliding them off, Rick with one hand on his hip, leaning more on his left leg. The latter looked around and his eyes made contact with my own. He must’ve said something to Lori, whose face had quickly switched from worried to a forced smile. “Hey, sorry to interrupt.” “No, not at all.” Rick quickly assured me, smile on his face. “Whats up (Y/n)?” Lori smiled as her husband took a step back. “I came to talk to you about Carl.” Rick and Lori both shared a glance with one another as she sighed. “Oh god, What has he down now?” Rick asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What?” I asked, genuinely confused. “(Y/n), im sorry, what has he done?” Lori apologised. I looked between the two of them, confusion evident on my features. “He hasn’t done anything?” I asked gently, waiting for some sort of explanation. “Oh?” Lori asked. “I just came over to ask if you guys would mind if Carl and I hung out today, he asked me to go ‘exploring’ with him.” “Oh, um no-“ “We don’t mind.” Rick answered, a small smile on his face. Lori looked at her husband, hesitation flowing off of her in waves. “It’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable Lori, I respect both of your’s wishes and boundaries, especially with Carl.” “No, I don’t mind, it’s just, I don’t know what’s gotten into him lately.” She hesitated. “What do you mean?” I asked softly. “He was rude to Carol earlier, Disrespected her and Sophia.” Rick answered after watching Lori internally fighting herself. “That isn’t like him, he is a good kid.” My brows furrowed. “We know it’s not, he is lashing out and we don’t know why.” Lori shook her head. “I can talk to him?” I asked, looking between the couple. “I think that’d be good.” Rick agreed, nodding as he looked between his wife and I. “Lori?” I asked. She stood in silence for a few moments, thinking it over in her head before turning to me completely. “Okay.”

I made my way back to camp, looking around for Carl. Carol had managed to finish doing the laundry, clothes hanging up on numerous lines. No-one was around, the camp quiet for a change. I walked over to the RV to check if Carl was inside only to find it empty. Exiting the RV, a flash of blue in my peripheral vision caught my attention, the familiar sheriffs hat disappearing into the thick line of tree’s. Looking around briefly, I decide to follow him, not having time to find someone and let them know without knowing if Carl was going to run into danger. I picked up speed with each step until I was running in between the trees, trying to find the boy. Sighing I stop, trying to find any sign of Carl being here or him. This was probably the stupidest thing I could’ve done. I should’ve told someone that I saw Carl run off, Daryl would be able to find him in no time. A twig snapped, I turned my head towards the sound, to be met with a raccoon. My hand made its way to rest above my heart as I stared at the little creature. It slowly moved around me, eyes locked onto me, before it retreated and ran into a nearby bush. I took a breath and looked around, trying to figure out which direction Carl had run off. I moved forward, walking towards a small opening, finding a small stream connected to a small Rockpool. I almost forgot how beautiful nature was as I watched the water slowly tickle over the rocks and down the sloped ground. I heard leaves crunching to my right, I looked over and saw movement, and followed it. Quietly and slowly I followed the sound of the earth crunching and stopped as I heard a snarl. I moved behind a tree as I noticed it wasn’t carl I had been following, but a walker. The walker had turned around , it had been a female, in its previous life. Now It had a missing arm, matted hair and a half torn face. The walker began grunting and snarling, as it lifted its face higher in the air, sniffing its surroundings. I could hear the chattering of its teeth as it started to backtrack. The stench of rotting flesh picking up in the crosswind, making me slowly move a hand to cover my mouth and nose. It stumbled past the tree I was taking cover behind and lightly screeched, moving towards a bush, diving into it and snarling as it rustled through the leaves. I spotted a medium sized rock on the ground, stepping quietly over to it I picked it up and tiptoed over to where the walker was hunched over int the bushes. I heard a high picked squeak and the sound of tearing flesh as the walker had managed to catch something and tear into it. My foot landed on a stick, causing a small crack to echo through the trees, the walker moving o turn its head as I raised the rock and smashed the back of its skull in. I grunted as I raised the rock again and let it connect with the skull over again, the sound of its skull cracking after each blow as it dropped to the floor lifeless. I watched for a moment as it lay on the floor, movement ceasing. I dropped the rock onto its head with one last blow and moved over to the running stream. I look down at my shaking hands, both of which were covered in dark red, almost black blood, little fragments of broken skull and what looks like brains on my wrists, strands of hair wrapped over my knuckles.

I bent down, trying to ignore my stomach flipping as I placed my hands into the water and cup them, washing off the blood and gore. I sighed as I shook my head, my thoughts going 100 miles an hour. I need to find Carl. NOW.

I glanced over at the lifeless walker and couldn’t help but let the bile run freely from my throat. After wiping my mouth, I moved away from the scene and walked further into the forest, listening out for any signs of Carl, or walkers. I would have called out for Carl, but after coming across the walker, I decided against it, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention to the area, for myself and for Carl. I looked up at the sky, noticing the orange and purple hues making their way into the sky. “Come on Carl, where are you?” I asked softly as I took another step forward. I heard a yelp in the distance and I turned. “Carl.” I whispered, taking off in the direction I heard the yelp. I dodged fallen branches as I made my way closer to where he was, a smaller body almost hitting my own as he ran forward, not watching where he was going. I reached out and placed my hands on his shoulder, earning a yelp from Carl. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s me.” I spoke trying to get his attentions his hands tried to fight my own. I knelt down to his level. “Carl, Kiddo, it’s me.” I spoke again as he opened his eyes and looked up, noticing that it was only me and he was safe. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me. I could feel his heart beating against his chest as we hugged. I had filled with relief as I clutched the boy closer to me. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” I sighed, moving my hand up and down his back, soothing the boy the best I could. I could feel something hard hit my thigh and I pulled back, noticing the butt of a gun, Daryls gun. Carl looked down and saw that I had noticed the gun. “Carl, where’d you get the gun?” I asked, calmly as I stood back up. “I found it.” “Where did you find it?” “Nowhere.” “Carl.” I sighed. “What?” “Please, be honest with me. Where did you get the gun?” He looked down, then around, refusing to meet my eye. “In the bag on Daryls bike.” He muttered. I rubbed my temple and put my hand out, waiting for him to hand it over. I felt the metal hit my palm, checking the safety and making sure there wouldn’t be an accident I shove it into my pocket. “Are you going to tell my mom?” “I- I don’t know Carl.” I sighed, looking into his blue orbs. “I’ll get into trouble.” “Maybe you should.” I spoke harshly, turning to walk back to the farm. Anger was seeping from my pores, and I felt the smallest amount of guilt.

“Im sorry.” He spoke softly walking beside me as we got closer to the tree line, the farm and camp now visible. “It’s okay Carl.” I sighed as I stopped and turned to face him. We both stopped and looked at one another as I knelt down to his level again, “What happened Carl?” “What?” “Back there, what happened?” I asked, my right hand on his shoulder. “I was just walking around and I found a pond, I wanted to go swimming but a wild animal scared me off.” “A wild animal?” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Thats all it was?” I asked again, unsure if I should believe him. “Yeah.” “Okay, next question.” I paused Carl looked at me, eyes doe-like. “Why’d you take Daryl’s gun?” Carl looked around, deep in thought and let his shoulders slump. “I didn’t want to wait for you to go exploring, and I saw it in the bag.” “So you took it to have some kind of protection?” “Yeah.” “Carl, I don’t think that you know how dangerous that was.” I sighed. “I know.” “Carl I don’t think you do.” I paused. “Kid, you could’ve been attacked by a walker, or a wild animal. What I the safety wasn’t on on the gun properly, or if you’d hurt yourself, no-one would’ve known or known where you were.” “I know and im sorry.” He spoke, tears threatening to spill over his lower lash line. “Please don’t be angry.” “Im not angry, a little disappointed, but that will pass.” He nodded. “Before we head back, you want to talk about what you said to Carol?” He looked up, confusion on his face. “Your dad told me.” Carl looked away again but nodded. “I called her an idiot.” I looked at him with wide eyes. “You? What? Why?” “She told me that we would see Sophia in heaven again, and I told her that heaven was a lie and that she is an idiot if she believes in it.” “Damn. Okay.” I sighed, thinking it over. “Why?” “Because.” “Carl-“ “I don’t know why I said it, it upset me because I do miss her.” “Kiddo, I know you miss her.” I paused.

“Carol misses her too, you have that in common, you may not believe it now but Carol and you need each other.” “Need each other?” “Yeah, because you both loved Sophia and can bring her back in each others memories.” Carl looked down and nodded. “Ill apologise.” He nodded. “I think she’d appreciate that.” I smiled down at him, softly ruffling his hair. I looked up towards the farm house and noticed everyone making their way towards it. “Okay, lets go, Were going to be late.” “Late?” “Yeah, I’ll race you.” “Race me?” Carl asked with a small smile. “Yeah.” I nodded, smiling as I paused. “And ill win.” I chuckled as I began to run away. “Hey!” I heard the boy call from behind me and laughing.

I spotted Lori waiting outside of the house, watching as the others entered one by one. Carl’s laughter got closer as we ran closer and I let up, watching as he ran past me and to his mother. Lori reached out to him and ran her hand down his back leading him inside.

“I want you to stay with Jimmy.”

“But I wanna listen.” He whined.

“Uh-uh, not this time. Come on.” She finalised as I moved past the two. I walked into the Greene’s living room, spotting Daryl leaning against the mirror in the hall, I moved over and stood by him, feeling him move the slightest it closer and touching the back of my shoulder with his own. Glen sat on the stool by the piano, dale leaning up against it. Carol was leant against the wooden door, Patricia, Maggie and Hershel all on the couches in the corner by the window. T-dog was waiting by the coffee table, while Shane leant against the fire place, next to Andrea as Rick and Lori walked into the room. Rick turn, causing my own to turn to see Carl waiting for us all to talk. Lori shook her head and Carl left, rolling his eyes and scoffing.

We were all silent, Glenn being the first to speak up. “So how do we do this?” He Paused looking around. “Just take a vote?” He finished. “Does it have to be unanimous?” Andrea asked.

“How about majority rules?” Lori suggested.

“Well, let's... Let's just see where everybody stands.” Rick began, stepping forward and resting his hand against the red lounge.

“Then we can talk through the options.” He finished. “Well, the way I see it, there's only one way to move forward.” Shane spoke up, arms crossed over his chest and dropping to rest in his belt loops.

“Killing him, right?” Dale stepped forward and asked. “I mean, why even bother to take a vote?” He paused looking around. “It's clear which way the wind's blowing.” He sighed.

“Well, if people believe we should spare him, I wanna know.” Rick finalised.

“Well, I can tell you it's a small group.” Dale spoke. He glanced around the room. “Maybe just me and Glenn.” He finished looking at Glenn, who was nervously looking around.

“Look, I... I think you're pretty much right about everything” he paused looking at Dale. “all the time, but this…” he trailed off.

“They've got you scared.” Dale argued

“He's not one of us.” Glenn tried to argue “And we-we've lost too many people already.” Glen sighed.

Dale held his arm out before dropping it, looking around the room, eyes landing on Maggie. “How about you? Do you agree with this?” He asked.

Maggie stood from the seat, arms crossed as she looked towards Rick.

“Couldn't we continue keeping him prisoner?” She asked, slightly shifting from one side to the other.

The man behind me scoffed softly. “Just another mouth to feed.” He stepped forward, moving his hand to brush against my wrist.

“It may be a lean winter.” Hershel had thrown into the conversation, Lori almost immediately responding.

“We could ration better.” She shrugged softly.

“Or he could be an asset.” Dale stepped forward. “Give him a chance to prove himself.” He gestured with with hands.

“Put him to work?” Glenn suggested. “We could use him to bring harvests in?” I asked, looking back at Daryl when he let out a huff of air.

“We're not letting him walk around.” Rick shook his head, looking between everyone.

“We could put an escort on him.” Maggie threw the idea out. “Not the worst idea.” I agreed.

Shane scoffed and stood forward, bending his head slightly.

“Who wants to volunteer for that duty?” “I will.” Dale confirmed, earning an eye roll from Shane.

Rick raised his right hand.

“I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy.” “He's right. I wouldn't feel safe unless he was tied up.” Lori piped up.

“We can't exactly put chains around his ankles, sentence him to hard labour.” Andrea rolled her eyes at Lori’s comment. The latter of the two sending a glare towards the blonde.

A sigh erupted from Shane as he leant back onto the mantle. “Look, say we let him join us, right?” He paused shaking his head with each sentence.

“Maybe.. Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice.” He continues looking between us all.

“We let our guard down and maybe he runs off, brings back his 30 men.” “So the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime that he may never even attempt?” Dale asked incredulously. “If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. Rule of law is dead. There is no civilisation.”.

“Oh, my God.” Shane scoffed, shaking his head and looking out of the window.

“Could you drive him further out? Leave him like you planned?” Hershel asked.

Rick looked deep in thought.

“You barely came back this time.” Lori spoke, glancing at her husband. “There are walkers. You could break down. You could get lost.” She continued. “Or get ambushed.” Daryl spoke, my head turning towards him as he spoke. His eyes were glancing at Shane as if he were thinking about what he and Dale had spoken about earlier.

“They're right. We should not put our own people at risk.” Glenn agreed. The room was silent for a brief moment when Patricia stood.

“If you go through with it, how would you do it?” She paused waiting for Rick to meet her eyes. “Would he suffer?”She asked.

“We could hang him, right?Just snap his neck.” Shane suggested. Rick only shook his head.

“I thought about that.” He paused. “Shooting may be more humane.”

“And what about the body? Do we bury-” T-dog began, only to get cut off by Dale. “Hold on, hold on. You're talking about this like it's already decided.” He stated waving his hands in front of the group.

“You've been talking all day, going around in circles.” Daryl scoffed, now pacing behind me as I lean against the wall. “You just wanna go around in circles again?”

“This is a young man's life, and it is worth more than a five-minute conversation!” Dale raised his voice.

“Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him?” He paused waiting for an answer. “You saved him, and now look at us.” He finished.

“He's been tortured. He's gonna be executed. How are we any better than those people that we're so afraid of?” He asked, hands nervously twisting his hat.

“We all know what needs to be done.” Shane is the first to speak up.

“No, Dale is right.” Rick nodded. “We can't leave any stone unturned here. We have a responsibility…” Rick continued.

“So what's the other solution?” Andrea began to speak over Rick, earning a sharp glare from Lori

“Let Rick finish.” She snapped at the blonde, who in return ignored her and continued to speak.

“We haven't come up with a single viable option yet.” She paused looking around. “I wish we could.” She continued to be cut off by Dale.

“So let's work on it!” He raised his voice with each word. “We are.” Rick tried to speak to be cut off once more.

“Stop it.” Carol spoke, her voice raising for the first time in the meeting. “Just stop it.’ She continued. “I’m sick of everybody arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this. You can't ask us to decide something like this.” She paused.

“Please decide, either of you, both of you, but leave me out.” Carol finished with a final shrug of her shoulders as she leant further into the door.

“Not speaking out or killing him yourself, there's no difference.” Dale shot at Carol who looked on with a tear in her eye.

“All right, that's enough.” Rick pointed towards the elder man.

“Anybody wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance.” Rick spoke with finality. Maggie and Patricia sat down. We all looked at each other in an awkward silence as Rick waited for someone to speak up. Dale stepped forward. “You once said that we don't kill the living.” “Well, that was before the living tried to kill us.” Rick responded. “But don't you see? If we do this, the people that we were, the world that we knew is dead.” Dale exclaimed.

“And this new world is ugly. t's harsh. It's survival of the fittest. And that's a world I don't wanna live in. And I don't believe that any of you do.” He shook his head. “I can’t.” He paused looking at everyone, pleading. “Please. Let's just do what's right.” He looked around. “Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me?” He asked, voice hoarse from his arguing. We all looked between each other having silent conversations, as waves of nerves were rolling off of Dales form. “He's right.” Andrea got everyones attention. “We should try to find another way.”

I took a light step forward, nodding my head. “I’m with you Dale.” I smiled softly at the man who looked relieved to not be alone. “Anybody else?” Rick asked, glancing at everyone else who kept their gazes to the floor. My brothers eyes burning into my own. No one else spoke up, tallying three against ten.

“Are y'all gonna watch, too?” He asked, tears threatening to spill over. “No, you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being.” He shook his head moving out.

“Oh... I won't be a party to it.” He continued, stopping as he stood beside Daryl. “This group is broken.” He agreed to his earlier statement, leaving the house as we all stood in silence.

Shane let out a small laugh. “How else did he think this was going to go?” He shook his head scoffing. “Oh shut up Shane.” I shook my head. “What are you crazy? You’re the one that agreed with the crazy bastard.” “Don’t call him that. I agreed because I understand what he is saying. Unlike you I have consideration about other people and not for my own gain.” I sneered. Shane shook his head and looked away as the others stood in silence. I moved to leave, facing Daryl before leaving. “You have a mess to clean up in the tent.” I smiled tapping his shoulder and leaving the house. I watched from the porch as Dale entered his RV, moving down the stairs and making my way down to speak to him. Upon getting to the RV, I had heard cluttering and smashing. I quickly opened the door and climbed into the RV, heart breaking as he sat at the small table and cried. His wife’s mug in three pieces in front of him on the floor by the seat. “Dale?” I asked softly. He looked up and apologised. “No, don’t be sorry, what happened?” I asked stepping further into the RV, opening one of the compartments and getting out the dustpan, cleaning up the broken ceramic. “I didn’t realise that it was on the table, and I was so frustrated I-“ “Hey, it’s okay.” I soothed, placing the dustpan on the bench, moving to sit across from him, reaching my hand over the table and rubbing his arm. “I let it get the better of me, and I shouldn’t have.” “You’re only human Dale, things like this happen.” I comforted him. “Would you mind? I think I need to be alone for a little while.” “Of course.” I smiled softly. I moved to the bench and picked up the three ceramic pieces, digging through one of the drawers and finding superglue, I take it, leaving Dale be. I sat on one of the camping chairs, carefully piecing each piece of ceramic together and gluing them in place as the sun continued to decent into the horizon. “What happened?” A voice beside me spoke. “Irma’s mug fell off the table, ‘m trying to fix it for him.” I smiled up at Daryl. “Ya said I had a mess ta clean up?” He asked. “Yeah, couple’a fingers dropped from your jeans.” “Shit, Sorry ‘bout that.” He muttered, hand scratching the back of his neck. “It’s fine, just get rid of them yeah?” I asked with a soft smile. “Yeh.” He nodded as he placed his hand onto my shoulder, looking around and placing a quick peck to my lips. “I’ll do it now before we take that kid out.” “What’s the plan?” I asked softly. Daryl shook his head. “Ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout it.” He said stalking off to the tent. I looked down at the two pieces that have been successfully glued together, and make carful work at joining the third. I smile as I turn the mug around, The cracks slightly visible as I smile to myself, letting it dry. I stood and opened the door to the RV, stepping up as Dale looked at the door. I smiled softly and placed the mug on the bench by the sink. His eyes slightly shone brighter and he smiled. “Thank you.” He whispered.

“You’re welcome Dale.” I nodded and left him alone. As I turned around I noticed everyone piling out of the house and coming to the camp. Andrea and Shane sticking by the house in a deep discussion, Andrea gesturing wildly with her hands. Lori and Carl were walking down behind Rick who was speaking with Hershel. Glenn and Maggie sharing a hug before she went back inside, probably to speak to Beth. Carol was straight onto preparing dinner. I walked over and sat with her, picking up the extra knife and wood block, slicing carrots as she cut potatoes. We shared a small smile as we worked. The sky turned darker each minute that passed, we were working in the dim lighting of the fire and a few lanterns that were slowly starting to lose power. The RV door opened and closed, I turned to see Dale heading off. The distance chatters from everyone slowly ceased as Rick, Shane and Daryl nodded to one another, the three leaving to head to the barn. The group all died down to a low chatter. Carol and I continued to prepare the stew we had all decided on, letting the vegetables boil in the pot with the seasonings and stock. Lori had been sitting in the corner, a nervous expression on her face. Andrea had been talking to Carol and I as we stood by the fire. Maggie and Glenn had been seated by one of the other tents. After fifteen minutes, crunching leaved echoed through the small camp, Rick emerged from behind one of the tents, Carl trailing with him. It was easy to tell that Carl had snuck out to follow his dad. We all went silent as we waited for our leader to speak. “We're keeping him in custody for now.” Rick spoke.

“I’m gonna find Dale.” Andrea smiled, holding her hand out to help me up. “Im coming.” I smiled.

Andrea and I walked to the track. “Ill go check the house.” Andrea spoke, beginning to head towards it. “And I’ll check near the barn.” I nodded jogging towards the old building.

The closer I got to the barn, the clearer I could see a familiar figure in the paddock behind the barn. I smile and pick up pace as make my way to him. He began to look down at something, pausing as he investigated. I squint as I see a slight movement and my stomach drops as I realise he isn’t alone. “Dale!” I call out as the walker moves closer. I pick up speed as I begin to sprint to him. “Dale Watch out!” I call out. He begins to turn and all I can hear is a scream as i witness the walker falling on top of him. “Dale!” I scream as I continue my way to him. I hear another commotion as I briefly look to my left, Rick and the others all making their way to Dale. I continue my sprint to the guttural screams coming from Dale and the sounds of snarling. Daryl makes it to the scene first, tackling the walker and killing it. By the time Daryl turns to come back to Dale, im on my knees besides the older man. Daryl jumps up waving his hands signalling to the others where we are. Looking down I pull my jacket off, placing it and my hands onto his torn apart stomach, trying to put pressure on the gaping hole. “Hang on Dale.” I cried softly. “Help! Run!” Daryl called out to the others. “Hang in there, buddy.” Daryl looked down. The others were shortly beside us. Rick dropped down beside Dale’s head, holding his face between his palms as his wife called out to him desperately. “All right, just listen to my voice. Listen to me, all right? Just listen to me. All right? Okay, hold on now.” Rick pleaded. “Get Hershel!” He yelled out. “Come on Dale.” I cried as Andrea dropped down beside me. “Hang on Dale.” She cried out with me, as she grabbed his hand. “Oh god.” Glenn cried when he had realised what was happening. “Get Hershel NOW!” Rick had called out once more, this time turning and looking at everyone. “Dale look at me, come on, look at me.” Andrea pleaded. “We’re getting you help Dale.” I nodded with her. Dale glanced between us all, eyes wide and silent, Chest covered in blood, as he spoke thus all in his mind. “What happened?” Hershel called as he ran onto the scene. Daryl pulled me away from Dale so Hershel could get closer to Dale, moving my jacket to view his wounds. Daryl turned me around in his arms and he moved my arms around his neck, my blood-soaked hands held up behind his head as I sobbed Into his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles into my back. “What can we do?”Rick asked as Hershel inspected Dale.

“Dale, it's gonna be okay.” Andrea cried. “Can we move him?” Rick asked.

“He won't make the trip.” I heard Hershel speak. “You have to do the operation here.” Rick answered pausing. “Glenn, get back to the house.” Rick continued, sending the order.

“Rick!” Hershel cut him off. The sobbing grew louder as time ricked by. Rick had yelled out. “No!” I could hear Dale begin to groan in pain, the initial shock wearing off. I turned briefly, majority of my face still buried in Daryls chest as the tears cascaded freely down my face. “He's suffering.” Andrea cried out. “Do something!” She yelled. “Come on.” She begged.

“Oh, God.” I began to cry harder as Rick pulled his gun out, raising it above Dale’s head. I watched as Dale nodded in approval through my tears. Rick had stood there for a moment, hesitation clouding his movements. Daryl took a step forward, gently helping me kneel with Andrea, who’d turned and embraced me when she’d realised.

I watched Daryl kneel down, the gun a few centimetres from Dales skull. I lowered my head onto Andrea’s shoulder as Daryl nodded at me.

“Sorry, brother.” He spoke gently. I jumped as the gunshot echoed beside me. Andrea and I began to sob harder as he held each other, as the sounds of Dale’s pain induced groans halted. The rest of the group became quiet, other than the occasional sniffle from Maggie and Patricia, or the sounds of Carl’s hiccups. I could feel Daryl’s hand gently rub my shoulder as we all fell into silence.

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fangirl-everythang · 4 years ago

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You’re Not Leaving Me J.M

Summary: Y/n wants to leave Jason after he’s neglected her for gang duties. Long story short, she doesn’t.

Warnings: Aggression, swearing, mentions of gang activities, toxic relationship-ish.

Word Count: A bit less than 1500

Today was the day. I want to leave Jason. We've been together for almost three years now and I can't take it anymore. I love him with all of my heart but he's never home. I'm alone in this relationship and he never notices.

I try to stay up to wait for him to come back from his missions but most nights but he just showers and goes to sleep. I get being The Jason McCann, worlds most wanted is hard, but I feel like I'm in a relationship with a brick wall and it's only hurting me. I know- selfish but it's for the best. He'll probably go back to his playboy days anyways.

Yup could you believe it? Jason used to be with a new girl every night, hell when we met we didn't even like eachother. One thing led to another and here we are, young and madly in love. Wiping the tear that managed to escape my eye thinking about him. Sitting up because Jason will be home in half an hour give or take, I can pack now.

I begin tearing the fabric from the hangers reminiscing the good days we had. Going through the drawers looking for my charger I stumble upon a picture of Jase and I. I'll never forget it; It was new year's eve and we were on the roof of Zayn and Lo's place. It was our first year together, we were happy. The photo shows us leaning in almost about to kiss with chaos and fireworks all around us, we did the camera just didn't capture it.

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That's everything. I set my bags in the kitchen closest to the back door. Awaiting his a rival I just pace a bit while tiding up.

I've been so lonely without him, we barely talk anymore. I'm just there when he needs me. Before he treated me like a princess now I'm equal to his gang members. He's always working late or going out on weekends, I wish I, could, confirm his loyalty busy I have no fucking idea anymore. The ringing of keys at the door distracted me from my previous thoughts.

His face lit up when he saw me "Hey baby" he smiled. It took me by surprise, he hasn't called me baby or in fact any name but the one I was born with in forever. "Hi?" I respond questionly. He just wraps his arms around me and embraced me "I missed you babygirl"

"Are you feeling okay?" I say looking at him. Those eyes, those perfect fucking eyes. The ones that can make my heart flutter with one glance. He looks confused by my question and leans in for a kiss.

If I kiss him I won't want to leave. Christ why does he do this today!

I just doge it by pretending to cough, slowly removing myself from his embrace. "How was your -" "Hold that thought one minute baby I'm just gonna go change really quick I'll be right back"

"But Jase-"

"Right back. " he hurries up the stairs blowing me an air kiss. What the fuck is wrong with him? He suddenly wants to act like a boyfriend that gives a shit.

I waited 20 minutes for Jason to come down stairs, when he didn't I decided to go up. Slowly making my way up what used to be the beautiful steps of our home, I call out his name "Jase?" Reaching the bedroom door I knock but there wasn't a response. Just as I go to open the door it is aggressively pulled open with a not so happy Jason behind it. He's wearing the same clothes. "What happened I thought you were going to change-"

"Shut up" he says lowly.

"What the fuck Jase? "

I'm not scared of him, just his behavior sometimes.

"What the fuck, you tell me y/n," he says with a sinister chuckle. I just look at him confused "So you thought I wouldn't notice your shit missing y/n, what are you trying to do?" I stood there with my arms crossed "Well if you would've let me talk down stairs I would have informed you. "

"INFORM ME ABOUT WHAT Y/N?" He shouts coming closer.

"Jason I can't do this anymore, its, we're not the same" I sigh. He just gets even closer, the vein popping out from the side of his neck. I fidget a bit under his gaze. "So what? you were just gonna leave? You fucking whore."

"Me a whore, really Jason?! You're unbearable " I yell back my voice straining as I do so. "You're the one who's never home, I don't see you anymore, "

I'm even more frustrated than before, "You know what this isn't worth my time. Good fucking bye Jason" I say turning around but he grabs my arm and yanks me back.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Jase get off of me" I say pulling away from him. His grip just tightens. He harshly pushes me against a wall causing me groan in pain and annoyance, he just looks me dead on the eye. "You're not leaving me. "

I stop fighting back and sigh "Why not? Huh Jase" He doesn't say anything. I just listen to his increased respiration and look at his eyes, they've dilated quite a bit.

"Oh now you wanna be quiet" I say pushing his chest moving past him. "You're pathetic" I spit walking away.

"Y/n wait" he says not turning. Stopping in my tracks I waited for him to continue but after a minute I began descending down the stairs. The memories this place holds will haunt me but I keep reminding myself I need to do this for me. I have too- but he makes me happy or used to at least.

Walking into the living room to pick up my phone, wallet, and keys that are on the table. Leaving Jason is like leaving a piece of me but it's time I make a decision for me, it's gonna hurt but it's for the best. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.

Walking to the door grabbing my bags and heading out the door loading them into the back of my car. I go back in to make sure I didn't leave anything and Jason is just standing there looking at me. I shift uncomfortably under his gaze but ignore it. "There's food in the fridge and your clothes are done just put them up and u-uhh yeah." He just continues to give me the same blank look. " Jason I don't want us to end on bad terms we can st-" He just looks at me dumbly before I can finish. "Y/n you're really gonna pull that shit on me" I go to speak but he just continued " Three years y/n and you're gonna leave me now. I fucking love you and you're going to leave me. I don't know what to do with myself, I know I'm a shit boyfriend but this is new to me. I need you y/n. My life is not complete without you in it. You're my everything my reason to be here, you make me better in every way." He chokes holding back tears coming closer to me and embracing me , "I'm so sorry baby" he cries into my hair. I just hug him, he needs this. "I know" I coo running my hand through his hair gently letting him calm down. His warm tears flow onto my shirt, I haven't seen Jason break down like this before. He's never cried in front of me. I didn't realize that I was crying until he pulled away to wipe my tears with his thumb. He kisses my forehead and whispers "please don't leave me" I just shake my head "Jase I think th-his will be healthy for us" "Please y/n, I'll try harder , I'll control myself , I'll be better for you. I'll do anything for you y/n" he pleads "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry"

"Jason, I don't -" he interrupts my sentence by smashing his lips on mine. Grasping the back of his neck pulling him closer to me he moves down my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses until he finds my sweet spot. I'm so weak for him. "J-jason" i halfly moan, He just continues to suck and i know exactly what he's doing.

I just let him continue because he wont stop until he’s ready. Running my hands through his hair as he continues his asult on my neck marking me as his. Once he's done he looks to admire his deep purple and red piece of art lightly tracing it he smiles down at me, cupping my cheek. "You're mine, Okay. no one will ever love you like I love you." He softly presses his lips, to mine.

AN:

Hey guys hope you enjoyed it! I know its short, they get longer I promise. I'm open to anything but im slow as hell.

ANyways hope your holidays are well. I really think Jason McCann can be played out in so many ways, I cannot wait for you guys to read.

Xoxox-Janelle

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delwrites · 4 years ago

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Dating Tom Holland Headcannons

if you’d like me to expand on any concepts, drop me a request! I have loads of ideas oof

also, these are just my opinions and thoughts! so there will definitely be some ooc and we may disagree, but do feel free to tell me which points you disagree with! would love some feedback :)

right i’m sorry I’ve no clue why but I just see him as quite an emotional person? like him being so mature that he’s just fully intact with his feelings and doesn’t ever feel the need to hide them around you because he knows you wouldn’t judge him. like him having a lot of rough days but as soon as he sees you just instantly perking up a little bit

or literally just collapsing in your lap when you’re trying to watch something on the sofa and him just letting it all out for you to listen to as you hug his head to your chest and run your fingers through his hair

him being so scared he’s gonna lose you as you’re literally a goddess in his eyes so he always makes sure you’re happy

him always letting you choose whatever you guys watch (as most of the time he will concentrate more on you than the tv)

he would build you both a blanket fort with fairy lights and pillows and it would be the most comfy thing ever

if you choose to put on a scary film, expect him to be stuck to your side like glue, hiding his face in your neck/ chest in the scary scenes because he doesn’t care about being a mAnLy MaN

he would DEMAND that you carry him up to bed because he insists that if he leaves the cocoon of warmth that your providing, the monsters may get him

him being the bigGEST MAN-CHILD WITH YOU OH GOD

like you two literally just playing games and stuff

playing just dance and him being surprisingly good?

but then beating his behind at Mario kart

also side note but you and paddy would get along SO WELL and you’d spoil the life out of him and play games with him, and whenever you play Mario kart with him and Tom, you’d let paddy win, you’d be in 2nd place and Tom would be all the way back in 11th absjdjd

“well, at least I didn’t lose?”

and both playing animal crossing together and visiting each others islands and his is a mess whilst yours is all vibes and lovely

you and him having FIGHTS over monopoly BSIDHSHS that game RUINS friendships I swear

DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON LEGO HSCGIYSEGCI

him buying you a promise ring AWWWEEE and then claiming it’s because he wants a part of him on your person at all times (so naturally, you never take it off)

him going shopping with you because he’s the biggest hype man and always going in the dressing rooms with you so you end up buying loads of outfits because he assures you that you look incredible in all of them

him carrying majority of your bags and holding open all of the doors for you (which would admittedly be a bit of a struggle with the amount of bags he ends up carrying for you VUGJYBEK)

the pap pictures this would provide!!!

also you going on dog walks with him and Tessa and him always insisting you take his coat if you ever forget yours

always visiting him on set whenever you can

whenever he has free days spending them not doing anything just cuddling into your side

him trying to teach you basketball but you always being clumsy and dropping the ball

if you ever trip best believe he wouLD NOT LAUGH ITS LIKE YOU’VE DIED

RDJ literally adopts you because we all have daddy issues and we all need that in our lives

then tom and his dynamic becoming so much more like Tony and Peters dynamic HDSBDYAB

tom asking rdj for permission before doing practically anything with you

“um, sir, could I borrow your daughter? for like, the rest of our lives?” FUHIFUEHIUFH

rdj being so protective of you oh lord

and you always going to him for advice because he’s a wise soul who can always help you, especially with relationship advice

tom getting low-key jealous pretty often, like although he has full trust in you, he (as previously mentioned) views you as a goddess who is just the definition of beauty and love and believes that you could have any man in the room (which you can queen go off) and constantly being nervous that something will happen

him being really good at not showing it though

death stares from across the room and then giving you the sweetest smile if you look (like seriously, too sweet, suspiciously sweet)

I feel like when you both get alone his demeanour just instantly changes and he goes really cold and distant all of a sudden, it’s almost as if he deflates, the drive home being so tense and him going directly to his room when you get home, but later on he gets sick of ignoring you and goes to you to talk about it properly and makes it up to you

your confidence sky-rocketing when getting with him because he gives the most obscure and yet heartfelt compliments at any chance he gets, so you know they've come from heart with how random they are

“yes darling work that top!”

“love, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but you ears are really pretty?”

right I know this is literally everywhere but lets be real here, he ADORES you in his hoodies. sharing clothes is so intimate to him, and each time he sees you walking about so casually in his clothes, he falls that little bit more in love with you (no matter how much he thinks that that isn’t possible)

you accidentally walking in on his lives and either saying the most chaotic or the most lovely things, and the chat absolutely living for it

“Love, are you busy? I was just thinking about taking Tessa on a walk, to that park she loves?”

or,,, “THOMAS STANLEY HOLLAND! IF I HAVE TO TELL YOU ONE MORE TIME TO TAKE YOUR DIRTY PLATES TO THE KITCHEN, I WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST! I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER, NOR YOUR CARER, SO DON’T TREAT ME AS SUCH!”

the chat blowing up being little shit stirrers like ‘oooohhhh she called him by his full name he’s in troubleeee’

Tom just pointing at his phone timidly being like “darling.. I’m live right now..”

“I DONT CARE! SORT YOURSELF OUT, YOU CAVEMAN”

him getting so embarrassed BDKDNDJD

also I’m sorry right but bathing together after a long and difficult week, or after not seeing each other due to contradicting schedules and what not, not in a sexy times way or anything but just being so intimate and comfortable around each other

and obviously this little pamper night would call for doing face masks together and painting each other’s nails

him finding it so fun to paint your nails (even though they end up really messy BDJDNDJD)

he is a magnificent chef and no one may tell me otherwise

having the arrangement of him always cooking dinner and you always washing up the dishes

but after he sees you dancing around the sink, ending up joining you (after watching you for a minute of two with heart eyes, of course)

even though he is an incredible cook, being such a bad baker. like, for one of your anniversaries, he tries to bake you a cake, but it ends up literally bubbling in the oven and spilling over the sides and never cooking all the way through and it just being a mess

you trying it out of pity and ending up getting ill, so he stays in with you to take care of you because even though both of you fail to admit it aloud, it was him who made you poorly

you decide to do all the baking at that point

every time you do decide to bake anything, always saving him the biggest and best piece

and don't even get me started on how well you’d get along with his family

like the first time he introduced you to them they were all so so so welcoming and loving and literally just took you in as their own (not as much as rob did though rdj is number one)

again, always playing with paddy

teaching paddy how to bake AWWW and always getting him the best presents

you, harry and sam literally just embarrassing tom with stories

you and harry deciding to prank tom together because tom pranked you once ages ago but after your reaction, decided never again, so of course you have to get him back

Tessa loving you so much, and tom always being able to tell when she misses you (mainly because he can relate)

having an argument that he didn't think was a big deal and where he thought you were overreacting but then hearing you call him Thomas and it setting in that it is a big deal to you and fixing it

again, please do send me an ask or pm me if you'd like me to expand on any of these! im just overflowing with ideas for this incredible man, so do ask :)

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buckysboobs · 4 years ago

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pls explain the enemies to lovers you're living out rn pls pls

HAJAHAJ pls so this guy and i met over an argument on instagram because he was all about steve and i was all about bucky and because i'm me and i'm #1 endgame steve anti and he's #1 endgame steve fan because he was worthy had a FERAL argument with loads of snaps and hatred over how bucky didn't deserve to be fucked over by that bitch and he got mad and told me i don't deserve to be a marvel fan and we got even more heated but somehow we managed to find even more and more things about each other and started attacking, then we would watch each other's stories and pick on each other's opinions and we literally LOATHED each other, i mean i loathed him because how the fuck can one person be so damn stubborn and annoying??? we would fight over the dumbest shit for DAYS and if i got tired of arguing i would just leave him on read and he would provoke me like 'you're scared ha you know you're in the wrong' and bullshit like that, we even had arguments over political matters and i would call him a cunt and other hurtful nicknames because NO ONE managed to piss me off like he did, anyways things kept going on like that and we slowly eventually began to tolerate each other for some reason and it's been some time and now he can't go to sleep without telling me he loves me and i can't go to sleep without knowing he's okay and that he knows i love him so much LMAOOIFNSHDJ this is so dumb but i swear we are so damn cheesy 💀 oh and now we have complementary icons, with me in my winter soldier cosplay and him with bucky as cap looking towards his right so 'you can see bucky looking at you everytime i post a story because i hope it would make you smile' and now he keeps reminding me how perfect i am and how happy i make him and he calls me nicknames like 'doll' and 'little pea' and sends me videos of cats and pictures of flowers or when he visits parks and sends me bucky or seb memes and videos and always reposts all my edits and asks his followers to 'go like this 😡🔪' so sjskjsjsj HELPPP he also randomly sends me essays on how much he loves me or just song lyrics that remind him of me and i show him my love and appreciation through my own ways.... pls 💀

anyways this is what our icons look like next to each other

im sorry this was so long but like 😭 we FRRRR living out a fic rn LMAODJSMND

#sam and bucky who #shurisneakers #bestie <3 #help enemies to lovers situation fr #all this over an argument over bucky and steve #IM DEADASS THRIVING #he makes me so happy pls #zee's enemies to lovers situation

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years ago

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Protective v.2 - Harry Hook x reader - oneshot rewrite

rewrite of one of my first oneshots! Protective! which was a request back when i was taking them! i just wanted to update the writing and plot a bit lol. i dont remember who originally requested it, i think it was an anon request otherwise i would @/ them!

You stared down at the plus sign on the little pink stick in your hands, you had taken the test three sperate times, only for it to be positive each time.

You were pregnant.

With Harry Hooks baby.

How did you know to check if you were? It had been three months since your last period, and you had not been feeling the best for the last two.

Throwing up each day, motion sickness, and then unable to eat at times, then get the oddest cravings only minutes later.

Uma told you there was only one option.

And there it was, staring right back at you, pregnancy.

How were you going to tell Harry…

How were you going to tell Mal?

She hated Uma and Harry, there's no way in hell she would approve of you and harry together, that’s the whole reason you never told her about your meetups in the seven months you had been seeing harry.

You were glad that Mal never got the inkling to walk over to Uma's territory and see you and Harry together.

Evie might be happy for you but with one word from Mal she would turn, and you didn’t want to lose any of them, but you didn’t want to lose Harry and Uma either.

Harry had saved you at a dark time in your life, and Uma had taken you in even though you were apart of Mal's crew, the two-no them and their crew had become a second family to you.

If Mal refused you simply because you had been flirting with the “enemy” you would gladly throw down her flag to raise Uma's.

But you still at least wanted to tell your friends about your accidental pregnancy before they left for Auradon, which was within the hour.

“hey guys?” the four vks stopped, looking over at you and raising their brow “I need to talk to you before you leave”

“Okay, shoot” Mal hummed, tossing her sketchbook in her backpack and leaning against the wall. Claros and Evie stopping in their little card game and giving you their full attention, Jay sighing and nodding to you.

“um-im pre-“ “MAL!” Mal jumped at her mother's shrill voice echoing through the room, leaning over to look at her mother looking into the room “get your butt over here, the limo is here!” “you said it wouldn’t be here till 11!” Mal yelled back, Maleficent just pointed over at the wall clock, the five of you hurrying to look.

It read 11:01 am.

“shit” Mal cursed, grabbing her bags and running out of the room, the rest of the vks quickly packing up their things and following after Mal, Evie quickly grabbing your arm and tugging you along.

You tried to get a word in but by the time you caught your breath, everyone but Mal was already loaded into the van.

“mal?” you whispered, stiffening as Mal smirked and patted your arm.

“you can tell us when we get back kay? Oh, and stay away from the docks, Hooks been eyeing you up and I don’t trust him or Uma as far as I can throw them.”

You couldn’t get out a word, your brain shorting out “i-I okay” you muttered, watching mal nod and hop into the limo, feeling your nails dig into the palm of your hand as you watched your friends drive away.

Hours later you sat in Uma’s room, watching Uma stare down at the positive test in her hands, your leg bouncing as you waited for her reaction. She looked up at you and smiled.

“congrats girl, now how you telling Harry?”

You sighed in relief at her calm demeanor and shrugged “I have no clue how i’m going to tell him, i’m-i’m not scared of it, but I don’t know how he’ll react, I mean, he’s never shown any interest in kids other than the twins and-I really don’t know if he’ll react…positively to this?”

“well you have to tell him at some point (y/n), it's his kid too”

“I know I know….I just don’t know how to tell Harry im-“

“tell meh wha?” you squealed and spun around, seeing Harry in the doorway, brows raised in confusion “sorry love, but Uma, yer mom is lookin fer yeh”

Uma groaned and stood from her bed, pushing past harry and nodding at you “tell him” Harry gave her an odd look and walked over to you, taking your hands and pressing his lips to the back of your hand.

“what do yeh need ta tell meh lass?”

“um-i-“ you stuttered, eyes moving about the room, avoiding his gaze. The grip on your hands tightened before they released, moving to your shoulders.

“are yeh okay?” Harry murmured, worry buried in his tone, “yer kinda scarin’ meh?”

“i’m-i’m” you took a deep breath, taking Harrys hands and placing them on your stomach “i’m pregnant”

Harry entire body stopped, eyes locked on your intertwined hands placed on your stomach “harry” you whispered, feeling bile rise in your throat and the anxiety grow the longer he stared at you “um-are you….is this okay?”

“im gon’a be a da’” Harry finally whispered, tears trailing down his cheeks as a smile broke out on his face, he looked up at you, his eyes shining with joy “im gonn’a be a da!” he picked you up by the waist, spinning you around as he laughed and continued to repeat the phrase “im gonn’a be a da!”

You broke free from your trance and started to laugh with him, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning back in his arms, stumbling a bit as he set you on your feet and pulled you into his chest. “ill be the best da’d I ca’n be on this dumpster fire of an island I swear” harry muttered into your neck, you hummed and tightened your grip around his shoulders.

“well we might not have to raise them here” Harry pulled back, raising his brow “Mal and the others went to Auradon today, and they’re going to get the wand and free us all” a grin spread on Harry's face, his eyes brightening.

“yes!” he picked you up again and held you tightly, you giggled, wrapping your legs around his waist “we can get a house by the shore! An’ well get our own ship to travel the world an-“ you laughed and pressed your finger to his lips, silencing him.

“why don’t we take this one step at a time okay?” Harry pouted, but nodded, setting you down on your feet again and grabbing your hand.

“fine, let's go get yeh some food okay?” he lead you out of Uma’s room and towards the chip shop.

“okay~” you sang, feeling the weight on your shoulders fall as you mentally reaffirmed yourself that Harry was happy to be a dad, and wouldn’t be leaving you.

You stared at the tv in the chip shop, watching in horror as your…friends, betrayed you, choosing to stay in Auradon and be good.

They…..they weren’t going to come back….you knew it….some might say it was too early to tell, some might say they were playing the long con.

But you knew Mal, you knew Evie, Jay, Carlos….they were truly choosing good, and were leaving you behind.

The world around you blurred, Harry's feral cursing and growing fading into the background, you feebly reached out, fingers brushing against his jacket.

“(y/-(y/n)!” he called out to you, his hands wrapping around your head and waist as you fell out of your chair and crumbled to the floor.

The sound of something being hit woke you from your impromptu sleep, Harry's quiet cursing in the background.

You cracked your eyes open, surveying the room, seeing that you were in Harry's room, buried in his sheets while he paced around the room, hands buried in his hair and muttering to himself.

“gakit cunts, tell Uma n’ I that she's theirs then jus’ leave her” he cursed, stamping his foot as he spun on his heel, his bright blue eyes locked with yours, widening and bolting over to you, crashing on his knees to kneel next to you “love are yeh okay?!” “i’m fine” you sighed, slowly sitting up and sitting against Harry's pillows “just….shocked you know?”

“aye…i’m so sorry (y/n)….” He pressed his hand to your stomach, shoulders slumping “we won't be able ta raise them in the open world like we wanted”

“as long as i’m with you harry, it doesn’t matter” you comforted, pressing your hand to his cheek and rubbing it with your thumb. He gave a soft smile and leaned up to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I feel the same” he smiled, standing and climbing onto the bed next to you, pulling your head to his shoulder and letting you relax against him “ye need ta be more careful from now on okay? We can't ‘ave more spills like that”

You snorted, closing your eyes and rubbing your cheek against his chest “you say that yet everyday you half risk your life for the stupidest shit”

Harry rolled his eyes, kissing the top of your head and closing his eyes “whatever” he mumbled.

You gently smacked his thigh and maneuvered to rest in the crook of his body, pulling the blanket over the two of you and sighing, ready for a nap.

Uma entered the room thirty minutes later, looking for harry, stopping as she saw you and Harry wrapped up in each other's embrace, your face buried in his neck and head resting on his shoulder.

One of Harry's arms completely wrapped around your waist protectively, the other arm resting beneath your head and hand covering his eyes as he slept silently.

Uma sighed and smiled, stepping out of the room quietly and closing the door behind her “I’ll get Gil to do it” she muttered, walking back up to the main deck.

After 7 and a half months and an exhausting 72 hours in labor, you had finally delivered your month and a half early baby. “hi” you whispered, a tired grin spreading across your face as Desiree handed the screaming babe to you “you came a little early hun” you cooed, feeling fresh happy tears prick at your eyes as the small hand of your newborn wrapped around your finger, her eyes cracked open the slightest bit, Harry's bright blue irises staring at you for a moment before they closed.

“Harry” you laughed, not taking your eyes off the babe as he slowly leaned up from his crouched position by your side and looked at the swaddle of red and pink in your arms “she has your eyes”

“really?” Harry whispered in wonder, reaching out to touch the baby's pudgy cheek gently, gasping as she let out a small whine and released your finger to grab his “i-iahhghghg” Harry fell back on his knees, his eyes shining with tears “she's perfect” he whined, voice wavering.

You giggled and shifted to maneuver the baby into Harry's arms, he sputtered for a moment before he took her comfortably in his arms, the babes head resting on his arm safely. “oh” he whispered, unable to look away from the little girl in his arms….his little girl “she's amazin’ love” he sniffed, biting his lip.

You smiled, snuggling down into the sweaty pillows and contently watching Harry hold your brand new baby girl in his arms, looking down at her with the softest look.

“what-what are we naming ‘er?” Harry whispered, gasping as the babe let out a little burp and snuggled into his arms, tiny hand grasping onto his shirt.

“what about the names we discussed” you mumbled, feeling sleep weighing down on your eyes.

“….Emma? but I thought yeh wanted the name ta be Arella if it was a girl?” Harry asked, carefully standing and sliding onto the bed.

“why not both,” you asked, resting your cheek against his arm, smiling softly at the sleeping baby girl.

“….Emma Arella?....that sounds a bit odd, Arella Emma Hook….I like that?” Harry rambled to himself, staring off into a corner while absentmindedly rocking the babe.

“I like Arella Emma” you sighed, closing your eyes and slowly falling into the comfortable reins of sleep, following your little Arella’s lead.

“Arella Emma Hook” Harry whispered, leaning down and kissing her head “Welcome to the world, my love”

You bounced Arella on your hip as you traveled the back alleys of the Isle to get back to the ship after visiting Dizzy to have her cut your hair. You cooed at Arella and turned a corner, stopping as you locked eyes with a familiar blue-haired “princess”

“(y/n)?” Evie gasped, her hands covering her mouth “you-you’re still-“

“here?” you snapped, glaring at the three-no four teens standing across from you, shock clear on the vks faces, and confusion on the fourth….king ben. “how surprising, but considering you abandoned me, I guess It shouldn’t be” you lifted Arella to your shoulder and started to turn back towards the docks when Evie reached out to grab your shoulders.

“(y/n) wait we never-is that a baby?” Evie stopped mid-sentence, staring right back at Arella, who was glaring back at her, her bright ocean blue eyes flashing.

“yes, and she's the reason I needed to talk to you before you left” you muttered, smirking at the look on Evie's face. “oh? Did I forget to mention? Oh, wait! I just never got the chance since well, you never came back like you promised” you spat, stepping away from Evie as she tried to reach out to you again. “(y/n)” Evie started, her brown eyes dark with tension “whos the father? Did you say yes?”

“how-how dare you?!” you screamed, taking several steps back from the vks, tightening your grip on Arella, “you think she's a rape baby?! I-I” you sputtered, feeling your face heat up the longer you looked at the traitors “and for your information the father is-“ “Step away from them, now” the deep growling voice of your boyfriend seeped in from the shadows behind you, hand gently curling on your shoulder and guiding you behind him as he stepped up, drawing his sword, guarding you against your old “friends”

Jay glared at the pirate, attempting to rush him and grab your arm to get you away from what he thought was the enemy. Harry snarled, slashing down at his arm, making jay leap back, yelping as harry slashed to the side with his sword “what did I tell yeh Jay, stay away from my girl”

“yo-your girl?!” Jay sputtered, eyes leaping between you and Harry “but-she-“ he shook his head “there's no way that kids yours Hook! (y/n) couldn’t have possibly gotten pregnant AND given birth within six months!”

You grabbed Harry's shoulder as his entire body tensed, shaking your head as he turned to you with confused eyes, you handed the squirming Arella to him, who immediately latched onto his neck and snuggled into him.

“look” you sighed, crossing your arms and cocking your hip “me and Harry were together before you left, and I was three months pregnant the day you left, I was trying to tell you about it but you left before I could tell you and then you never came back, I really didn’t have a choice” you sighed, shrugging your shoulders “I never told you before that because I knew Mal would throw me to the streets to fend for myself, and not one of you would have said a thing”

The three vks looked at each other, shame clear in their expressions, Evie tried to speak up again but you silenced her with the waved of your hand “don’t bother, nothing you say will make it better” you turned around, grabbing Harrys now free hand and leading him away.

Ben watched the two teen parents walk away from him, frowning as the vks shook their head and continued onto their hideout. They-they were just going to leave it at that? They defiantly knew who she was, and expressed worry for her but….they were just going to move on? Not even ask him if she could come to Auradon…in the six months, not once had they mentioned her…

Ben looked back to where the red-coated pirate and (y/n) had once stood….as soon as he got back to Auradon, the next round of vks would finally be coming to Auradon.

Starting with Harry, (y/n) and their baby.

-end-

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