#i will wait paitently if it is something you plan to do

[fallingdownhell]

May I request Zhongli, Itto, Kaveh and Cyno with an s/o who's got crazy good luck? They could win any challenge or game presented to them, never get hurt (to badly), and are always making loads of cash (somehow).

I can imagine at least one of those characters getting jealous over something like this.. Characters Included: Itto; Cyno; Zhongli; Kaveh Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; crack??; some fluff and comedy; nothing too serious here, just some funny headcanons Word count: 942 words Have fun with this<3

Itto

the man, the myth, the legend himself..

he gets SO incredibly jealous. When he challenges you jokingly at first, and you keep winning against him..

His pride is on the line here, okay?

you win a match of TCG against his amazing deck? That's fine, he can always challenge you for another round

but when you keep on winning and winning, he gets more and more desperate with each passing round

okay, screw TCG. How about a beetle fight? He's sure to win this, no doubt about it!

...what do you mean he lost again?

he's heartbroken. Will fall to the ground in disbelief. Have the gods truly forsaken him now?

a little drama queen about it, but it wouldn't be the Itto you know and love if he wouldn't act like this

still, you do feel a bit bad about it. To the point where you decide to only do the bare minimum and let him win against you, so he'll cheer up again

when he does win, his spirit is back up again immediately, bloating about his superior victory for the rest of the day. Like, seriously, he won't shut up about it anymore

unless someone were to mention all his previous losses, then he's back to sulking again

however, the next day, all is forgiven and forgotten again

Cyno

one night, after dinner, he was talking about his new deck in TCG when you decided to ask him if he could teach you how to play

immediate sparkles in his eyes as he gets all excited and pulls out a new set of cards for you. He's been waiting for this day to come!

takes his time to explain the rules to you and helps you build your deck. If you ask him questions, he answeres them paitently

then comes the time for your first duel. Even though you are his partner and it's your first ever match, he doesn't plan to go easy on you. Well, maybe a bit, but he still will take this match very seriously

But when you end up winning against him, he's dumbfounded. How did you manage to do that?

He'd quietly mumble something about beginners luck, then challenges you to a rematch. This time, he plans to go all out

...and he looses again

now thourougly confused, he's looking at his cards like he might find the answer in them, while you are laughing your ass off. Your stomach hurts from all the laughing, but you can't calm down. Cyno's just so cute when he looks so shaken up

it's a mystery to him, how you could win against him, despite him having the better cards, the better deck and obviously having more expierence playing the game

in the end, he does swallow down his pride and congratulates you to your win, though he will work his deck over and challenge you again at a later point in time

Zhongli

as an adventurer, it is unavoidable that people get injured every now and then. It's just a risk that comes with the profession

and yet, Zhongli has never seen an injury on you more severe than a cut and maybe some darker bruises

don't get him wrong, he's glad that you're not getting hurt all the time. It's just that your stories and the results don't match up most of the time

"And get this. Then, a huge rockfall comes falling down in our direction! Can you imagine that?" "Darling, that's very serious. How did you manage to avoid that?" "I don't know. Guess I just got lucky. I only got hit my a small one on the head, but it wasn't even big enoug to give me a concussion, so all's good!"

"I almost fell down a cliff today!", "A group of Ruin hunters attacked us today!", "We got locked in a cave, but luckily, they were connected to other caves, so we got out no problem."

almost every other day, you come home with a similar story and every time, Zhongli questions just how much luck one single human can possess to come out mostly unharmed every single time

still, every time you set out for work, he can't help but worry about you. What if one day, your luck runs out on you? You reassure him that you're careful, but it does little to appease his mind when you come home with yet another tale to tell...

Kaveh

Kaveh isn't one for gambling, never has been and never will be. Though, he knows that you like to induldge from time to time, so when you invite him to come along with you, he agrees

and then he witnesses you winning each and every game you partake in. Doesn't matter how rigged the games might be, you make it look so simple

with a huge grin on your lips, your arms raise into the air as you declare your victory one again, and he's left dumbfounded

when he catches a quiet moment, he can't help but ask you about it

"I don't know. I just always had really good luck when it comes to those type of games.", would be your nonchalant explanaition

now he gets why you don't go out to play more often. You'd get banned from every single location if you were to do this regularely

Going home from a place like this with such a massive win.. he's too stunned to speak, but nonetheless very impressed and proud of you for it

will accompany you more often when you want to go out to gamble again, just to see your excited and joyful expression again

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Tear Down My Reason [6]

Blue Jones x nonbinary afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 13: Shower Sex

Summary: Blue makes you jump.

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A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for beating and saving me as always! And for good baby!

Warnings: kissing, pet names, fingering, p in v sex, shower sex, always gonna say a bit of dub con because reader is a paitent, however everything is consentual, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1241

You were allowed to walk about in some parts of the asylum unaccompanied during free time. You didn’t need permission to go down this corridor.

But it still made you uneasy when you were on your own. 

Russell, one of the newer orderlies, was watching you from the end. Seemingly waiting for you to walk past him. You swallow. 

The sense that if you turn and go the other way would be a very bad move fills your chest at the same moment you know that walking past him will also be. 

You slow your step, thinking rapidly, maybe you were overreacting. Blue would have-

You yelp as someone grabs you from behind and pulls you into the showers, you try to yell through the hand on your mouth, about to lash out, but quickly relax when you hear his voice.

“Shh, shh, Honey, Honey, it’s me.” Blue moves to stand in front of you, his hands on your arms, stroking your skin. “Sorry I scared you.” 

You give him a weak, but playful smack on his forearm and he grins. “You’re lucky I didn’t bite you.” 

He moans and pulls a face, “Honey,” he steps closer, lightly rubbing his hips against you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

You chuckle, “I didn’t promise anything.” 

He pouts playfully, “Well could you? Can’t just say something like that and expect me to be all casual about it. I wanna feel your teeth.” 

You snort and take a step back just to goad him. “Do you?” 

He nods eagerly, following. “Yes.” 

“And what exactly were your plans when dragging me into the showers?” 

“To fuck you in the shower.” He says simply, a little smirk on his lips. 

You give him a look, pretending that it doesn’t sound like a very interesting idea. “In the showers? When anyone could walk in?”

“I’ll lock the door.” He says eagerly, holding up his masterkey. “Come on,” he traces the edge of your top with the tips of his fingers. “Nice warm water and me between your legs?” 

The soft look he gives you is almost impossible to refuse, not that you’d want to anyway. “You make a compelling argument.” 

He grins, sliding his fingers under your t-shirt. “I sure do Honey.” He leans forward and kisses you messily, groaning when your tongue strokes his. He breaks the kiss for half a second to put his key in the door and lock it and then tugs your top over your head. 

Blue pauses as he traces the love bite bruises he’d left on your neck, a low groan reverberating through his chest. 

You shiver, partially because of the cold but mainly because of his touch and his eyes darken. 

“Ugh, Honey, Honey,” he mutters, kissing you senseless and walking you backwards towards the first shower stall. 

While the ones in this part of the building were separate from each other, there were no curtains, meaning whatever orderlies were usually monitoring wash time had a full unencumbered view of the patients. 

He pulls down your trousers and underwear, making you giggle when he tries to accomplish this and not break the kiss. You kick off your slippers and socks, not caring much for where they land.

The cold tile on your back makes you gasp and Blue chuckles, “Sorry, sorry,” he mutters as he turns on the shower head, shielding you with his body until he finds the correct temperature. 

“Mmm, see?” He rubs your arms affectionately, “all nice and warm.” 

“You’re getting soaked.” You laugh, pulling his t-shirt lightly. He was still in his jogging bottoms as well, but had, at least, slipped off his shoes. 

“This needed a wash anyway.” 

You snort as he pulls them off, letting them fall to the bottom of the shower and soak through completely. His cock bobs free, heavy and swollen with need.

“Now, I was promised some teeth,” he leans close, pressing you up against the warming titles. 

“I never promised anything.” 

He opens his mouth to speak, but you don’t give him the chance and sink your teeth into his neck. 

Blue groans instantly, becoming pliant in your hold. He pants in your ear as you nip and suck, muttering affirmations and sweet praises with every breath. 

“Bite me harder, Honey, please.” He slides his hand down to your thigh and hooks your left leg around his waist. “I really want to feel it.” 

You sink your teeth deeper, taking care to not break the skin and Blue shivers, weakly bucking against you. 

“Fuck, that’s it.” 

The water is a good temperature now, steam rising in the small space. 

Blue slips his hand down your chest, squeezes your right breast and flicks the nipple with his thumb until it hardens before he trails down your stomach and to your clit. 

Your hips buck instantly as he rubs it gently with his forefinger. 

“Mmmm, yeah,” he groans, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep biting, keep sucking, that’s real good Honey.” 

You do your best, saliva slipping from your lips and mixing with the water running down his chest as he rubs and rolls your clit in a tantalising rhythm. 

You moan into his skin, grabbing hold of his forearm. 

“Fuck, real good Honey.” He grinds his hips against you, rubbing his leaking cock along your inner leg. “You just keep your mouth nice and full and I’ll make you come, okay?” 

You whine, squeezing his forearm as you scrape your teeth along his jugular. 

“Oh god, yes.” Blue gasps, clenching his jaw as pleasure flows down his spine. 

Your thighs start to shake as he keeps stroking, keeps pulling you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You gonna be a good baby and come?” He mutters.

You sob out an affirmative and Blue grows. 

“Good baby.” He removes his hand from your clit quickly, but doesn't give you enough time to lament the loss before he takes hold of himself and pushes inside. 

You gasp, your mouth opening as he splits you open, filling you so perfectly. 

“So fucking good Honey.” He snaps, his voice gruff and strained as he bucks and rocks, ending each deep thrust with a roll of his hips that presses the dark curls between his legs perfectly against your clit. 

“Blue!” You bite down on your lip, holding him tightly as he moves, only able to hold on and take it with one of your legs around his hip. 

He swears, punctuating every thrust that has you seeing stars and clawing at his back. 

“I’m gonna…” You whine, your body buzzing. 

“Gonna let me fill you up Honey? Gonna be a good baby and let me fuck my cum into you?” He snarls. 

“Fuck.” You come hard, shivering in his hold as your tense and spasm, euphoria flooding your veins and leaving you weak and waitless. 

“Hon-ey,” Blue whines pitifully as he fucks you through it, bucking wildly until he follows you with a deep groan and sigh. 

He stumbles against you, pushing you back further against the wall and swearing. 

“Sorry Honey, sorry,” he moves back a fraction, stroking your cheek.

“It’s okay,” you grin, holding him close as he releases your leg from his hip. 

He gives you a completely sincere look. “Your pussy’s just so good it makes me want to pass out.” 

You snort, swatting him playfully and he giggles. “That’s terrible Blue.”

“I know Honey, I know.”

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[mccnstruck]

hold me like you understand

(in other words, you have a parent like mafuyu's mom )

characters: akito x gn!reader

tags: hurt/comfort, not proofread, vent post, ooc, established relationship, kissing, one curse word

a/n: hi sorry for the amount of vent posts i make, im just not living laughing loving a lot anymore so um yea sorry this is really ooc

- you let a dry laugh out at your mom's joke. you didn't quite understand it, but you think it was about grades?

- you forced the corners of your mouths to turn upwards. you mom finally stopped laughing at her joke.

- "ahh, [name] how are your studies going?"

- you fought the urge to roll your eyes. of course, the only thing you want to talk to me about is grades.

- "it's fine, mama! i have a quiz tomorrow."

- she let out a hum. "make sure you study for it. i do all the work for you just so you can peacefully study, you know?"

- you clenched your jaw. "mhm!"

- silence. you don't know if your mom felt it, but the tension in the air made you feel on edge.

- "you plan on going into the field you set your classes for, right?"

- "yea, why?"

- "nothing, nothing. i just don't want you making poor choices. i was just worried because you've been doing your little hobbies, can't have you running off to them."

- your hands started to shake and grip onto itself. why was she so.... so..

- you tested the waters of her “unconditional love”. “hypothetically, if i were.... to pursue them...?"

- a confused "huh?" came from your mom. "what do you mean?"

- "what if i wanted a different career...? what then-"

- your mother let out a scoff, procceding to laugh at you as if you said something funny. you don't think you said anything funny, so why...

- "absolutely not."

- "huh? i just said-"

- "and i'm saying no. your hobbies are just hobbies. nothing more. you will spend all your life struggling when you could just have gone the better route. i know what's best for you. you are taking this career."

- "mama, i just said it as a joke-"

- "good. it will stay as a joke."

- her words latched to your mind like pests.

- it will stay as a joke. it will stay as a joke. was your true personality a joke to her?

- were you a joke to her?

- "alright mama, i'm going to my room now."

- "alright. make sure you study on your quiz or exam. i don't want to see you doing anything else."

- you rushed up the stairs and into the bathroom closest to you. tears fell from your eyes as you tried to silence your cries.

- you were an idiot, such a dumb, hopeful, idiot. you knew. you knew your mother, of course she wouldn't ever accept that!

- you hugged yourself and sat on the cold, hard tiles. you wanted to disappear, away from everything, away from everyone....

- akito.

- akito. you whispered his name in realization. quickly pulling out your phone hidden in your pocket, you typed in akito's contact and opened his messages. you checked the time. he most likely would be leaving practice.

you:

akito

akito

akito

kito <3:

wtf u want

you:

akito code red

- there was a pause in messages, before he made up for it, spamming you relentlessly.

kito <3:

what happened?

who did this to you?

do you need me to beat up anyone?

do u need me to come over? anything i should bring?

you'll be ok, just tell me what you need right now.

you:

just need you here with me

no need to beat anyone up

if you do come over, please just try to make as little conversation with her. like, smile whatever just give her a good impression of you. she's home today

- hoping he got the hint, you washed your face, quietly walked to your room and waited paitently.

- soon enough, you heard a knock downstairs. akito's polite voice (you would usually snicker everytime he used it) chimed through the house, and your mother called you downstairs. "[name], someone's here for you!"

- you wemt downstairs to find your mother and akito, who's customer service smile turned a little softer seeing you.

"this is your boyfriend, correct?"

"...yes mama."

"it's wonderful to see you! i would've loved to chat more, but i'm quite busy nowadays. surely you must be a good choice if [name] chose you."

- "mama..."

- akito smiled. "i'm very lucky to be with [name], mrs. [last name]. now, if you'll excuse us."

- your mother chuckled. "alright, alright. make sure you study for the test. you don't want to ruin your future, do you?"

- you laughed uncomfortably at her remark. she sure knows how to rub in wounds.

- “[name], i have to head off to do some errands, so make sure everything is ok while i'm gone."

- eager to leave, you nodded in response. you finally walked akito to your room and closed the door a little. keys jingled downstairs before a door closed and the lock clicked. you finally took a chance to sigh in relief.

- he sat on the bed and observed your mannerisms, worry in his face. "what happened? was it your mom?"

- tears started flowing down your cheeks and you gripped at your hair, fingers etching itself into your skin. everything turned blurry. your throat felt like the tears were closing it up. your breath was fast, deep, desperate.

- akito abruptly stood up and gently plied your hands off your hair, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. "hey, hey. [name]."

- he guided you to both sit on your bed, as he leaned his face closer to you. his olive green eyes looked into yours, and his whisper felt soft in your eardrums.

- "[name]. breathe. in and out."

- you hiccup and your words tripped over another. "my mom.... dammit! it's always my mom! i'm always trying to please her...but...she's always sets me up to be just her little trophy kid! my whole personality is just a stupid little joke to her! it hurts...akito...it hurts so much..."

- your outburst turned into a desperate, hoarse cry of hopelessness. "this isn't even the first time, 'kito. i'm so done. i put on a happy face for everyone and always pleasing others but when i want something suddenly i'm the bad guy. is this what selfishness is...?"

- akito pulled you closer to him and tightened his arms around you, one hand on your back and one on your head. your cries were the only thing heard as akito rocked you back and forth. a repeated plea of "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry" was muffled as your head rested on the crook of akito's neck.

- "be as selfish as you want, [name]. we'll both be selfish. never apologize for being selfish with me."

- your cries slowly quieted down to hiccups, as akito let his lips linger on the top of your head. for the first time this night, you didn't feel so tense.

- "feeling better?"

- you lifted your head for a moment. "a little bit.......!!!!" you noticed your tears landed on his hoodie, and you apologized repeatedly. "oh crap, akito i'm so sorry why didn't you tell me-"

- he placed his hand on your forearm and pulled you in. his lips found their place to yours, and your eyes widened before you finally melted.

- you both slowly leaned back for air and stared into the other's eyes.

- akito took your hand and gently kissed it, leaving no part of your skin without his love.

"we'll have our own little apartment." a kiss to your index knuckle.

- "and we'll have it filled with my equipment and your supplies." a kiss to your middle knuckle.

- "and we'll have little dates in the house, where we just do our own thing, but we know the other person is there and enjoying the other's company. and i'll make sure you never feel unappreciated ever again. and if someone has a problem with that, they're gonna have to go through me first." a kiss to your ring finger. you notice how his lips lingered, almost as if he was sealing a promise.

- "could we have a dog in the apartment?"

- he glared at you and almost let your hand go in disbelief. "absolutely not."

- "whyy?"

- "do you even want me in the apartment??"

- you laughed loudly, and akito eyes softened looking at you. he was finally satisfied with your smile back on your face. but, there’s one thing he forgot.

- you pointed to your last knuckle and watched as akito’s eyes furrowed in confusion before soon realizing what you wanted. he sighed, yet his smile only grew as he kissed the last one.

- “happy?”

- “very. very happy.”

- “you know what i said is true, right? i’m not one to give empty words. you know that out of all people, ya know?”

- you eyes crinkled in genuine joy as you whisper, “i know.”

- he took your hand and stood up, urging you to as well. “well, time to study then. i know damn well i’m not gonna pass this one anyways…”

- you snicker at your lover being hopeless with studying. “you complete idiot, we had so much time to study…”

- the future was always so intimidating to you, the choices of your life so dependent on what you did today. the future where your mother’s dissapointment held. you never wanted the future to come.

- but with akito by your side, you knew at least that your future wouldn’t be so bad with him.

- bring it on, future.

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[gutsfics]

what are your headcanons for the hss prime characters after high school? who goes to college? what do they major in? for any that don't go to college, what do they do instead? any post-high school romance hcs? anything else you want to share?

ok so first of all, my prime world takes place begining in 2014, with Simon being a sophmore when he becomes a student at Berry High so he & most of the other main characters graduate in 2016, with choices hss taking place the year after in 2017, so the only prime students still attending Berry High during the events of choices hss are Mia and Katherine (also pb was wrong for breaking them up and never putting Katherine in choices 💞)

as for majors/the futures of these characters (in no particular order) (also not all of these r as thought out as others) (also also im not doing every a-lister or whatever the fuck hss prime calls them. thats too much man. if u wanna know about em ask about em seperately):

Ezra would take a few courses at a community college so he has at least a little college experience before he signs back on with.... whatever record label the band had signed on w in the story i forgor. he plays guitar for Lisa Valentine and also has his own solo career, but every now and then Kingslayer will put out an album together when they all have the time to. he marries Wes in Vegas while on tour to give Wes an alibi for something, but they've had feelings for each other for a while. Eventually Simon joins their relationship & the three of them raise a kid together

Payton would get a degree in communications and become an events coordinator. every time a friend (from high school or otherwise) says they want to have some kind of event, she always tries to plan it for free or discounted but they convince her to take the money lol also she and her partner are foster parents!!!

for Koh, i love how in choices she decides to do premed in community college!! i think she eventually does her residancy at Edenbrook, where the only attending she respects is one Dr Baxter Lucafont, for the time they stole from a big pharma company to help a paitent that wasn't even their's (also all the doctors that helped them pull it off, but in a different way). also Zaid and Esme. i can see them being friends lol

Kallie gets a degree in library science and becomes a capital L Librarian in Boston, where she and Koh reconnect & start dating <3

also like in choices canon (but this was mentioned in prime a few times as well) Wes' intention is to go to law school and study criminal justice, but it kind of... takes a while for him to do it. while he's in community college for undergrad, he just kind of gets an antsy feeling that he could be doing things to help people now instead of waiting around to get a degree, so he drops out for a bit to do what he can, even if it isnt technically """legal""". he starts looking back into it after he and Ezra get married, but he pauses again when they (+ Simon) have their kid bc he doesn't want to be the kind of dad that his own father was. he does go back to community college during this time, but he does as much of it as he can online so he can be a sahd until their son is old enough to not need him around so much. then he fucking kills it in law school (he doesnt go to one of those fancy schmancy ivy leauges though, just a state university) and becomes an associate at Ricci, Lee, Tanaka

Julian gets a scholarship to do football in college, and while he is good enough to be scouted for professional teams, he isn't sure if its what he wants to do beyond school. he's always been Macho Football Boy, but he's not sure if that's all he wants to be forever, yknow? like he's smart. not Nishan, straight a's, 4.0 gpa smart but he's never at risk to lose his scholarship bc his acedemics are too low. i might change my mind on it later, but i think he might get a degree in physical education (& he's good at it. none of that "run the mile. no i wont tell you how to stretch or keep yourself from hurting yourself. just go as fast as you can" bs, he actually teaches his students how to work out safely and correctly, bc working out can be fun if you know what you're doing)

Autumn would go at Hollywood U, bc while it is mostly a film school, it does have some very good classes in the classical arts and photography. i don't have much of an idea of what she'd do beyond that though. its Autumn! what else is there to say. (also my version of Autumn isnt whitewashed to hell and back like she is by the time she's in choices ill forever be mad about that)

Mia would become a manager. Ezra's manager! i think she'd get her degree at HWU as well. she and Katherine would take a breif break from dating each other but ultimately they'd get married. no kids, but they are the Cool Aunts to their friends kids

Katherine would double major in English and Music and become a playwrite professionally. Mia is her manager as well <3 sometimes she and Ezra will collab on a musical together

Nishan will get as many STEM degrees as fast as he can. dude has like 5 phds and hasnt slept since high school. he eventually gets an author husband who he met online bc said author husband was curious about how some science thing worked so he could write it correctly for a science fiction novel. i literally just invented his author husband so i know nothing about him yet. but i did misspell the word "him" so i think his name will be Jim

Sakura gets a degree in computer science and starts her own indie video game company. its very successful

Ace gets into an ivy league college and gets a degree in political science, then works his way up from local politics to national politics. he's still trying to get Simon to run for president.

Max also gets a football scholarship at the same college as Julian, but he stays with football professionally though. i think he'd be at risk to losing the scholarship due to grades bc he was able to coast through high school thanks to Dad Principal so he enlists Julian to help him. Julian eventually begrudgingly agrees and they tolerate each other until graduation. at some between starting college and graduating, he and Simon will end up back in Cedar Cove together and become.... well friends with benefits isnt the right term because theyre not friends. i think he'd fall for Simon but Simon would be like "ummm.no" and cut the relationship off there

Kara goes to HWU and becomes an actress. at first she and Autumn mostly just ignore each other bc while she stopped bullying her they're not exactly friends. until they get paired up for a project they both have a class in & gradually become friends. and then girlfriends.

and now Simon. my guy. my boy. Si-guy. Slimeon. my son. he graduates high school a little early so he can focus on his gymnastics career and go to the Olympics. he does really good. good enough to place bronze his first year. but also his first year compeating, he breaks his foot real bad about half way through his routine. he doesnt realize until someone points it out to him though, he thinks he just landed a little funny and pulled a muscle. during the time his foot is healing is when he and Max have their weird little gay thing and also he decides that he doesn't want to keep doing gymnastics professionally. it was fun, but he's ready for something else now. he kind of just does whatever he wants, from working in haunted houses, to acting, to joining Ezra on tour and playing the violin during some concerts. mostly though he's Wes and Ezra's trophy boyfriend and dad #3 to their son

and i think thats everyone? lol lmao

[zster14]

"Sir.. I ..sir, please stop screaming. Sir!" Haylin pinched her nose, sighing deeply. The poor poor adventurer she made the mistake of involving glances nervously between her and her paitant. "You are disturbing the other paitents."

"YOU WANT TO STAB ME!" He shouted, coughing grossly into his elbow. Pepper Samun was three days into the worse case of delver's cough she had ever seen, not only coughing like he was trying to hack up a lung everytime buy also had grown a veritable gardens worth of the parasitic lichen that caused the cough on nearly every visible inch of skin.

She was going to have to practically incinerate the bedding of this ward to make sure no one got infected.

"Sir, the is the necormatic rejuvenation ward, you agreed to whatever care I deemed fit to relive you infection as quickly and painlessly as possible." Haylin reminded, taking a discreet step back as the man coughed more lichen spores into the air. She resisted the urge to adjust her mask, knowing that would only increase the chances of having to do a personal rejuvenation.

"I DIDNT THINK THAT MEANT STABBING!" Pepper screeched. "I DONT WANT TO BE STABBED!"

The adventurer only got more uncomfortable as this went on. The poor thing probably not expecting this when asked how much they'd charge for assisting with a medical procedure. Haylin almost felt bad for them.

Almost.

Haylin leveled her favorite scowl at the paitent, the one the she usually reserved for big tough adventures and not the towns tavernkeeper. "Sir, you have one of the worse cases of Delvers I've seen since the October outbreak. The only safe way of delivering your agreed upon treatment is with a fire-aspcet weapon to prevent the spores from spreading more than they already have." She informed coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Of course if you are unhappy with my proposed treatment plan, I have no real qualms about waiting for the lichen to finish you off. This of course risks the lichen finally infecting your brain and could prevent me from bringing you back fully. Which is something I again have no real qualms about as I always could use more help around the clinic."

She let the words hang in the air for a moment, watching the adventurer and paitiant both for signs of compulsory flightless or misguided heroism.

Pepper coughed wetly into his elbow, eyes darting nervously around Haylin. "L-like a zombie?" He whispered in horror.

Haylin shrugged one shoulder, "Most likely a skeleton. I would not want to risk the lichen spreading to other patients, and reconstitution is only for people who are expected to return to full consciousness." She said, eyeing Pepper. "Plus, I quite enjoy carving bone."

Pepper made a truly disgusting coughing noise, scooting back on his bed. He looked between Haylin and the adventurer, who was actively dissociating from the conversation at this point. "I'll take the sword," he squeaked.

Haylin smiled. "Excelent choice." She soothed, looking to the adventurer. "You sword please."

The adventurer startled, "What? I, but... can you even?" They stuttered, taking a half step back.

Haylin let her smile soften reassuringly, snatching the sword from its sheath. As expected the blade ignited and flickered with holy fire. She gave the blade a practiced twirl. "Don't worry I'm a professional."

You are a necromancer doctor. If someone is ill, you must wait for them to die before they can be healed, causing quite the ruckus whenever you ask a bystander for a weapon to do the job yourself.

[writing-for-the-people]

Today's the Day

Pairing: Soft!Darkiplier X Reader

Fandom: Markiplier Egos

Requested: Not formally but people wanted to see him ask the reader out. Here it is, kinda.

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Their eyes shown in the low light of the office. Their attention was turned to the book in their lap. He knew he was staring, but couldn’t find it in himself to look away.

Today’s the day. He repeated that short sentence to himself over and over again. No time like the present, right? Dark set the pen down on his desk, inhaling sharply. you looked up from your book, closing it. He kept his gaze trained on the paper in front of him. You figured now is the best time to ask him the thing that you have been thinking about for a while.

You would heard the horror stories the other egos told you about the man in front of you, but you didn’t fully believe them. Dark been nothing but benevolent to you. Yes, he was a dark ego, But that wasn’t all there was to the man, and you knew it. He was soft with you, kind. And you had to admit, he was handsome, too.

You will develop feelings for the dark ego, and something told you that you weren’t alone in that sentiment. Maybe it was the long luxe cast after you walked away, or when he thought you weren’t paying attention, like just a few moments ago.

You figured that, if he wasn’t going to be the one to say anything, you would.

“Dark?” you said his name quietly. He looked up to you, his head tilting in curiosity.

“Yes, Y/N?” his voice was soft as velvet.

“I was wondering…” you trailed off. His dark eyes were paitent, waiting for you to gather your thoughts.

“I’ve heard the stories about you. But I don’t believe them. You’re actually really nice. At least, with me. And…”

“What are you trying to say?” he asked skeptically.

“I guess…” you hesitated again, before continuing, “I guess I’m just trying to ask you out. I’m not good at this kind of thing.” You shrugged, glancing at Dark. The look on his face would have been comical if it was on anyone else.

His eyes were wide, and his lips were parted in a surprised, “oh.” He had been trying to build the courage to ask you out all day, and here you were, making his job so much easier. All he had to do now was answer.

Which his lack-there-of was making you nervous. You squirmed in your seat, looking away.

“I mean, you don’t have to. Obviously. But I would like it if you did. I’m clearly not going to force you into anything-”

“Darling, please.” Dark waved his hand, cutting you off. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t spending the better part of the day trying to figure out the best way to ask you that myself.” Dark mused. You blushed.

“I;m sorry. It’s just what’s been on my mind today.” Dark stood, coming around to your side of the desk, and leaned back, crossing his arms loosely across his chest

“You don’t need to apologize to me. I’m happy you asked, and my answer is yes. I would love to go out with you. I only ask that you let me plan it.” There it was, that bright smile that could win him over in a heartbeat.

“Of course, Dark, that sounds nice. It doesn’t have to be anything too fancy. Don’t go over the top for it, yeah?” you hummed softly.

Dark gave into the strongest urge that he’d held since he had met you. and moved forward. He leaned in, so your faces were inches apart, and paused. He gave you a chance to pull away, and when you didn’t, he closed the distance. Dark kissed you softly, a feather light kiss, leaving you wanting more.

“No promises.” he mumbled softly, pulling back.

“Of course.” Dark moved back to the other side of the desk, a smile on his lips as he returned to the work he had left for the day.

While things didn’t quite go according to plan, Dark couldn’t say he was dissatisfied with the outcome. You had just beaten him to the punch.

You reached across the desk, taking his empty hand in yours and beamed up at him. He smiled back before looking back down at the paper in front of him.

Today had certainly been the day. Gone were the days of pining for you. Now you were his ray of sun, and his alone, and Dark was Hellbent on keeping you with him

[thiscrazyfan]

The Leader

The only leader they can have, is Pan. There could be no other leader than him.

At first Wendy didn't noticed it. She was certian that this island, the island that free from rules and hierarchy, there was no need in an actual leader. She told herself that the boys are all behave, and that they are all happy here and do what they want.

When she started to notice that the boys do only what Pan wants, she told herself that it was because he was responsible. He was smart, and creative, and always came up with the best games to play. In her naivity she told herself that those were the traits that drawn the boys to him.

She started to notice that something was wrong when one of the new lost boys, Fred, offered that they'll go find a tresure. Pan imdytly got intrested and said he'll organized a search party that would find the best tresure in the world. Fred didn't said anything, but by the look in his eyes it was clear he was disapointed that he didn't got any credit. Feeling him, she turned over Pan and asked, "shouldn't Fred orgenaized the search party? I'm sure he wants to."

Fred's face light up like christmas tree. However, Pan looked directly at her. She didn't noticed that the boys around her all turned quiet, or the little smirk on Felix's face. Pan said, "Come again?"

"I think that Fred should be in charge on the search party."

"No, that's a stupid idea."

The way he said it, as if it was a fact, insulted Wendy. Why did he thought her ideas were stupid? She never critisissed him before. "Just let him be in chargerged this one time, it will be fun."

The redhead boy turned over to Fred. He looked at him directly, as if there was no one else in the island. He asked, "do you want to lead?"

Fred, the pure little soul that he was, nodd exited.

Still soer, Pan let him be in charged. Wendy was excited for Fred until the search party which the newly- lost- boy lead retuned without Fred, and Pan was the one who declared that his bad leadership got him dead. She cried for monthes after that, and it didn't helped that Pan reminded her, "it was your fault for encourage him to lead."

The next time was years later, when the mask started to sleep and she relized that not everything was as it seemed. She noticed that Felix helped one of the lost to improve his shooting skills. She watched how the other boys looked admirely at him and without thinking she said, "wow Felix, the boys really trust you."

Everyone stoped. Felix looked at her blaimingly. Suddenly she knew she had said something that was really, really wrong. Felix took a threatining step towards her and said, "I only do what any other lost boy would do."

"That's true," Wendy hurried to say, to fix it.

But Edgar, the newest and youngest lost boy, disagree. "That's not true Felix. You do beyond that."

Another lost boy shut him up right away, and Wendy was greatful. Pan was nowhere around and she had almost let herself to calm down when in the next day Felix is gone. She is paniced. Maybe she and Felix are not best friends, yet she didn't want him to die. She, Tootles, Slightly and the twins searched for him and Pan all around the camp. They all feared the worst and Wendy blamed herself for that.

Thankfully, they came back a few hours later. Felix had a new scar, nothing else bad. She made sure not to say ever again something about how helpful Felix was.

And whatever Pan and him had been through that day they were gone, it sank in. Felix stopped helping the other boys around. When they got hurt, when they needed something, there was no responsible lost boy to turn to. No older lost boy who knew how to shoot an arrow. No lost boy who came to disinfect their injured knees.

Wendy knew it can't last like this forever. If every lost boy would only have himself to take care of, they would be in troubles. Pan might be the leader, but he didn't cared enough to help them with all their little problems. Someone had to put an end to that.

So she was the one who helped. She learned how to shoot the target to teach the other boys how to shoot well. She learned how to make medicines from wild flowers and how to encourage the boys to go on adventures. She payed attention to them, and helped them whenever she could.

She couldn't tell when the change started exactly. One day she was all alone, doing her everyday tasks. The next day she barely had any free time for herself. The boys were starved for attention. They asked her all day, they wanted her to help them. They always wanted to know what was on her mind, what she had thought about their ideas and if she was proud at them.

Wendy really didn't thought that Pan would mind it. It wasn't like she had done something out of the ordinery. She just helped them as she could.

Maybe he really didn't cared. Not really. At least not until the day he offered that they would go to fight the pirates and Eddie, little Eddie, whispered, "what mom thinks of that?"

The boys all looked at her. Wendy felt ice swiming in her veins. Surly Eddie just got it a little mixed up. He just missed him mother so badly that he thought of her accidently as such.

And then Gabriel, who was just a little bit older asked, "yeah, what mom thinks?"

More and more mumbles repeated the question. The older boys, Rufio, Felix, Nibs and all those who watched it all before kept their mouth shut. It didn't made up for the other twenty boys who eagerly waited for her reply.

She could feel Pan's eyes on her. The memory of the day poor Fred died crossed her mind. She felt her lower lips shaken. Pan stood in front of her. His eyes drilled a hole into her soul. With the coldest voice she heard, he said, "very well, what mom thinks?"

Wendy wearked her mind in a way out of this question. She couldn't have let Pan know what she really thinks about fighting against pirates. She couldn't lie to him either, not when he knew all too well how much she hated those fights.

Her voice broke, "I think... that your leader knows what he is doing. He brought you're all hear safetly, to this wonderful land where you should never grow old. He always comes up with the best plan. I'm sure you all should listen to him."

Pan and her kept staring at each other. From the corner of her eyes she noticed that Nibs covered his mouth. It was probably look into snake's eyes.

Finally, Pan looked away from her. His lips quirk into a wild smile and he called, "you heard mom boys! Let's go fight the pirates!"

The boys all cheers. Rufio tapped on her back in cheer. Wendy was shocked. She did it. She passed the test. And she proved to Pan that she was not a threat to him.

That was what she thought. A few days later, after they won several battles against the pirates, Pan showed up behind her. He scared her so much that she almost lost her balance. Her reaction amused him. He said, "come with me."

Wendy was surprised. Not from the invatetion. From the tone he used. It was actually a more soft tone than she was used to hear him use. It almost sounded like a request. If he could request stuff. "Sure."

It wasn't like she had any choice.

He gave her his arm, and Wendy tried to ignore the little spark she felt when he did so. They held hands, such a grown- up thingy, and walked deeper into the woods. Pan had a seriuse expression on his face, one that Wendy not often had seen.

She wanted to ask him how was his victory, or tell him any other compliment that would make it easier for her. She couldn't. The next words should come from Pan himself. She waited paitently to open his mouth. Only when they were farther into the woods he spoke, "You really like the lost boys, right Wendy?"

Wendy bited her tounge. His question was so inecent, and yet Wendy knew she should be careful with her words. She looked at his boyish face and thought how misleading he looked. "Of course I like the lost boys. All of them."

"Hm-hm." He removed another bench from her way. How noble of him. "How much you like the lost boys, Wendy?"

"I- I like them a lot."

"A lot?"

"I- Yeah, a- a lot."

"Could you be more specific? I really want to know how much you like them."

She heard the edge in his voice when he said that word. Wendy felt her words escaping her. She had to come up with something to say, fast. "I'm- I'm-"

When he grabbed her shoulders, she sileneced. She let him pull her over one tree and press her back against it. She gasped. Pan smiled at her, his nails dugg into her flash hard. He said again, "go ahead Wendy, tell me how much you love them."

Dear god, this was the end. She would never see her brothers or her parents again. Wendy forced herself to look at him without blinking. She whispered, "I love them- very deeply. Very- very deeply."

Pan nodd, as if it was the answer he wanted. His nails cut her flash. "Would you say you love them... as a mother, loves her children?"

Obviusly not. She was a kid. She could not really love them as if they were her children. Well, what's worst? That they'll feel towards her parenting affection, or normal one? "I love them as a mother loves her children," she said the words quickly.

Pan removed one hand from her shoulder. She noticed he lowered it down to his side, close to where he put his dagger. "See, I'm a little... lost here, Wendy. How does a mother loves her children?"

If only she could run. Maybe if she'll scream someone would come to help her. But they'll have to fight Pan, and Wendy would never forgive herself if they'll get in troubles because of her. She said quickly, "A mother- a mother always thinks of what's good for her children. She reads them stories, and comfort them when they cry, and they can come to her if there is any trouble-"

She saw that his smile tighten. No, please no. "She can solves problem?" His hand touched the handle of his weapon.

"No- Well, yeah, but-"

"Kind of like a leader?"

In the real world, mom was her leader. But this was in another life. Better life. And Wendy knew from Pan's expression that she have to find another answer. She can't delete her words, she can't take them back. She worked her mind of what to say.

Right before Pan pulled out his dagger she squeezed, "she is secondery."

Pan stopped. He didn't let her go, but he looked at her lips. He was listening.

Wendy didn't knew if this was right. She didn't cared either. She had to come up with something. "Mom is always secondery. The real leader."

His eyebrows raised up. He pushed her harder against the tree. "And who-" he whispered in her ear, "-is the real leader?"

Her back hurt her. It was hard to think this way. "It's dad."

Pan's grip on her losen slightly. If he was surprised by her words, he didn't shown it. He repeated. "Dad."

"Yes. Dad is... He is the one that in charged on everyone."

She had his attention now. She noticed the way his lips moved up, the way that he smiled when he had thought about a new advanture. "What does dad do?"

"Dad is the one... He is in charged on the family. He tells everyone what to do. And there are problems mom can never solve, you know? So dad is the one that fix those for her."

Things that mom can't do, and he can. This thought is more like him. Gaining more cinfident, Wendy went on: "he is the strongest, the smartest, and the most important parent. Mom always have to listen to dad. And everyone loves him."

And that is the key sentence. She knew all too well how much Pan wanted to be loved.

His grip turned gentler now. The dagger had been forgoten. Pan thought about her words, considered her idea. The look he had was softer, and Wendy knew she was almost there.

He asked her, "And mom?"

"Mom loves dad more than anyone else in the world."

"Does she?"

"She does. She have to love him more than anyone. He is dad."

Pan likes that idea even more. She can see it. She feels it from Pan. He let her go from the tree and ofers her again his hand. "We should come back, they probably looking for us."

Wendy didn't said a word. Not when they come back, not when all the sudden the young lost- boys called pan "dad". Not when Rufio gave her that worried gaze, or when Nibs thanked heaven quietly that she came back.

She had never forget that dagger, and that Pan is the one true leader.

[miss-smrxtiee]

-Forgetfulness-

Ch.2- The Forgotten and the Lost.

The Elementalists AU

Beckett Harrington x f!MC (Ellie Valentine)

Summary: An incident causes Ellie to loose her memory, what lengths will Beckett and the Pend Pals go to to ensure her saftey?

Warnings: none really, memory loss and “kidnappin’”

A/N: Memory loss AU

Tag list:

@vampireblissblog @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @holystxne @oofchoices @kinkypot @choicesstan1 @sophie-and-shizuku @herarmoredheart if you would like to be added just lmk!

I unfortunately do not own these characters I only own Ellie, my MC.

Masterlist -series masterlist there as well.

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Beckett’s POV.

Panic settles as Beckett frantically searches the room, not even Alma and/or The Dean are here.

W-what?!? Where did she go? Did they take her? They promised not to keep secrets but this doesn’t seem okay...

Becket speed walks to the desk and asks the nurse about the situation.

“I’m sorry sir but we can’t give out information unless you are specifically in her emergency contact list.” The nurse replied. Beckett sighed, running a hand through his hair before nodding and going back to the lounge room where the Pend Pals where waiting for updates.

“Sh-she’s gone.” Beckett says, panting from running up the stairs. They all look at him with confused looks.

“Whose gone?” Atlas asks standing up narrowing her eyes.

“...Ellie?” She guessed. Beckett could only nod.

“Where the hell is she?!?” Zeph said, putting the ping pong paddles that he and Griffin where playing with away.

“I just knocked on the door and I heard nothing and walked in to absolutely nobody there, the lights where on and the covers where thrown over so something must’ve taken her.” Beckett explained, still in shock himself. He ran a hand through his hair again before speaking.

“I asked the nurse and she said only emergency contacts could be given information.” He explained further while Atlas perked up.

“I’m on the list, she had me put on during the summer.” Atlas quickly said before walking out to the stairwell. The others just shrug and follow behind.

They reach the desk and the nurse turns her attention to the group.

“Hello, how can I help you?” The nurse politely asked.

“Can you tell me any news on my sister? I’m on the emergency list.” Atlas said briefly before the nurse checked and nodded.

“It looks like Ms. Valentine was admitted roughly an hour and a half ago and the Dean requested the equipment for their procedure” the nurse flipped the chart, her eyes scanning over the page before continuing. “And ithe Dean requested more equipment once again about 10 minutes before she was discharged. but it’s strange, it’s not the equipment they would use for the spell the Dean informed us on. They had no help from the nurses per request.”

That’s not strange at all.... Beckett sarcastically said in his head.

“Did they say where they where going?” Atlas’ brows furrowed and you could tell she was starting to get worried.

“I’m afraid not, they didn’t leave through the doors though, they walked to our mirror room down the hall with her over that strange ladies’ shoulder. They also called a code Blue. During that 10 minutes before hand but it seems as though they had it under control.”The nurse answered before resting the chart down.

Wait... code blue? Beckett thought back to that chart in the hallway.

Life Threatening?!?!?

“Did that lady have a red cloak and short brown hair?” Atlas asked tapping her fingers against the flat surface of the front desk.

The nurse nodded and Atlas thanked her before walking away, clearly lost in thought.

“Should we go to the mirror room? Surly you know a spell that could track their magick.” Griffin said while walking up next to her.

“Usually I would say yes but these mirrors are more commonly used by doctors and paitents and it would be harder to track because the magick would be drowned out.” Atlas answered tapping her chin in thought.

Everyone looked up at Beckett who was practically shaking from worry.

“Man, you okay?” Zeph asked clapping his hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, you look like you need a spa day.” Shreya said checking her nails.

Beckett couldn’t believe how calm they where about everything. “Code blue means life threatening! Something could’ve happened to her!” Beckett said. They all looked at him with worried expressions.

“ Alma and Swan rolled her out and discharged her then that means she’s okay.” Griffin stated gesturing to the mirror room.

“How are you guys not worried about this?!? Ellie could be in danger! And how could we trust Sawn after last years ‘incident’ where she didn’t tell us anything for our ‘saftey’” Beckett wasn’t pleased with his friends way of looking at the situation.

“Swan promised us she wouldn’t play anymore games since the whole Raife thing, and she wouldn’t let Alma do anything.” Atlas says back.

“Well wouldn’t they tell us that they where taking us?”

Before any of them could respond...

“ribbit.”

“What was that?”

“blorg.”

Suddenly, Zeph feels a cold goo settle into is scalp and they look to find Tim contently lying atop his head.

“Wait... why isn’t Tim with Ellie?”Shreya asked walking over to stroke the frogs back.

“I’m not sure...” Atlas said deep in thought.

“Maybe Tim can bring us to Ellie!” Beckett said and walked up lifting the slimey pet into his hand

“hey bud, can you find Ellie for us?” Beckett asked the Gorge.

“blug” the frog blinked slowly at the student and looked at him with confusion.

“Here lemmie try and get him to go to the either to find her.” Griffin replied taking Beckett’s place with the frog in his own hand this time.

“Come on little guy, can you go to the either to check on Ellie for us?” Griffin asked

The only response they got was...

“Blurged” Tim’s eyes slowly flutter asleep and they all sigh.

Every instinct in Beckett’s body told him something was wrong but he couldn’t tell what. Ellie was with Alma and the Dean and they all knew they could trust them.

They where on her side after all.

Atlas takes Tim in her hand and starts to examine him and Beckett notices Tim isn’t like himself. He’s more stoic and he’s usually very cheery and bubbly like Ellie but something was off.

“We should go to Professor Kontos...” She says briefly, only to be met by confused faces.

“Why? Professor Kontos doesn’t have anything to do with this.” Shreya exclaimed, clearly starting to worry more.

“Professor Kontos’ class is where Ellie got Tim, right?”

They all nod.

“Well Tim isn’t being himself and if anyone knows how to figure out what’s wrong, it’s him.”

“She has a point” Beckett said tapping his chin and the others agree it was a solid plan and walk towards his office.

Atlas frantically knocks on the greenhouse door to the Professor’s office and the door swings open.

“What on earth is wrong here Ms. Erndhart?” He looks around at your group before turning back to Atlas.

“I need you to check on Tim, he doesn’t seem like himself and I’m worried.” Atlas replied.

“Where is Ellie? It’s her Familiar after al-“

A gasp escapes his mouth before he could finish his sentence.

“What?” They all say in usion as he continues to search the small animal.

He motions you with his finger to join him inside, not breaking his gaze from the frog.

You all walk inside to the various plants and herbs growing inside.

“...Do you mind telling me where Ellie is.”

“She’s uh... with the Dean right now.” Shreya replied trying to avoid the plant that’s attempting to sniff her hair.

“That’s strange...”

“What?”

“It seems as though Ellie has completely lost her emotional and spiritual connection to Tim.”

What??!! Beckett’s confusion and worry skyrocket as he explains.

“This sort of thing only happens if the Owner loses any recognition of the familiar or...”

“Or what?” Griffin demands.

“...or the owner is dead.” He finishes.

“Are you kidding me?!? Ellie isn’t dead, we know that much.” Zeph said walking up and taking Tim to pet his cold skin.

“I’m terribly sorry, but if you so desire, one of you can take Tim as your own until if or when Ellie is able to regain her connection with him.”

“I will.” Beckett said without hesitation.

I will?!

Zeph hands Tim to Beckett and he just stares up at him.

“Blurh.”

Don’t worry buddy, we’ll get Ellie back very soon.

A few minutes prior

Alma & Swan

“Hurry!”

“I’m trying!!”

Alma rushes The Dean to carry Ellie out of her room. Ellie was still unconscious and was completely limp as Swan struggled to carry her.

“Oh here I’ll do it.” Alma doesn’t wait for a response and picks up Ellie and lifts her over her shoulder and starts walking towards the mirror room of the hospital.

“Ok then..” Swan follows, still nervous and clammy. She didn’t know how the Pend Pals would react to this. Alma had convinced her this was for her safety but she didn’t know how this would effect her happiness. The amount of growth she saw in Ellie from the first day to now was a sight for sore eyes. She watched Ellie make wonderful friends and save the world, she didn’t want to make Ellie leave that all but Alma said otherwise. They had preformed that spell last minute and quickly rushed to cover it up. Alma apparently had a plan and now Swan would have to tell everyone a lie to also cover it up.

And who am I to go up against the source of all Blood Magick...

“Evelyn? Did you hear me?” Alma said quirking an eyebrow at her as they stood in front of the mirror.

“Huh?!” She snapped her head towards Alma. “Oh sorry, can you repeat that?”

She sighed.

“I need you to use metal magick to open this to Ellie’s childhood home, I know you’ve been there to check on her as a kid so you should have no problem.” She said.

“Oh, okay.” She answered, to afraid to go against her orders.

Swan walks up to the mirror and starts making small hand gestures to conjure the metal magick into the mirror. Her hands softly glow with a faint grey shine to them as the mirror starts to turn into a picture of Ellie’s bedroom. Swan tests the mirror by placing her index finger on the surface of it. Her finger slightly sinks into it and she nods at Alma before walking through.

The room was quite nice, it had fairy lights hung around the room and the bed laid neatly made in the center of the room with a nice window and desk off to the side. The walls where a pale yellow and there where several pictures and plants decorated around the room. Alma swiftly walks over to the bed and lays Ellie down while Swan closes the mirror.

“Whose there?!” They heard Ellie’s foster mother, Mrs. Valentine calling from outside her door.

“It’s Evelyn.” She answered not wanting to scare her. Swan and Ellie’s foster mother where mutual friends through Theia during their college years and became closer when she and her husband took Ellie in. “We have Ellie in here on her bed and her, uh... friend accompanied us.” She added as Ellie’s foster mother walked in.

“Oh my!” She said at the sight of Ellie. “What happened?!”

“Well, you see Ellie was at a tea par-“

“She got hurt during battle and lost her memory, we need you to keep her here and treat her as if she never went to Pendergast. If she starts to remember things, tell Evelyn.” Alma briefly said.

“Way to be subtle about it...” Swan murmured to Alma while Ms. Valentine looks sadly at her daughter.

“What? She’ll remember us right?” They nodded. “Why can’t you retrieve her memories?? There has to be something!” Mrs. Valentine said walking over to sit on the bed and stroke Ellie’s hair.

“We could, but it would take a week or so for her to fully recover from the side effects and the effects of the spell she was attacked with. That’s why I need her here to heal.” She replied.

“Evelyn?” Her mother quirked a brow at her trying to get a second opinion.

“Uh. Yes, she’s right. It’s for the best.”

The group goes over more details of what she needs to do while Ellie is there and to contact them when she wakes up and how she is feeling. Ms. Valentine nods sadly and they open the mirror to walk back to the hospital.

“What will we tell Atlas and the rest of the group?” Swan questions trying to keep up with Alma’s brisk pace.

“Simply tell them she’s recovering and that they don’t need to worry, it’s none of their business anyway.”

“No you don’t understand, Atlas especially won’t stop there. The rest of her friends are just as concerned to and they won’t stop at ‘it’s not their business.’”

Alma sighed.

“Just figure it out, I blocked the mirrors in Ellie’s house and area after we left so they can’t find her, just tell them she’s safe and don’t say another word.” Alma replied.

Guess I can do that.

“Even though I won’t tell them anything I’m going to avoid them so I-“

“Swan!!” She heard Atlas yell from behind her.

Just lovely...

Beckett, Zeph, And Atlas jog up to the pair with worried expressions.

“Where’s Ellie?” Zeph asked.

“Yeah, you left!” Atlas added.

“Is Ellie safe?” Beckett’s forehead creased as he looked at them.

“I’m uh- I just- she!- I mean.” Swan stutterd

Oh boy, this is gonna be a lot harder than I thought...

Phew! Thank you for reading this weeks chapter, I was in writers block for a few days but it’s here and I’ve started on the next chapter for my mini series Vacationing With Distance so I hope you guys enjoy that as well!

-Sol💖

[scarletsxnss]

words between lance and his men are exchanged and concluded quickly and quietly. anything said behind the large oak doors would soon be denied by anyone that was in the room. his men watched like WOLVES bowing their heads to an alpha. lance's words were precise and cutthroat. and with each step in his short, but bloodthirsty, plan he could feel his body TENSE and vibrate with chaotic energy.

one by one, each man walked out and left their boss to stand by his desk an wait paitently. lance wasn't NERVOUS. that wasn't like him. a hit was nothing new and a hit on two bitches certainly wasn't difficult. old money tends to walk around with naïveté that is granted only by the false sense of security that their wealth brings them. instead the shivers and jittery emotions, lance was feeling, came more from EXCITEMENT. 

sending orders like that wasn't easy, but he could do it. there was a surge of EGO that came with direct orders to relocate someone—kill them if necessary. he bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes as his dick gets HARD knowing that this is all done for his wife. his ex hated when he went on these power trips. she would always argue that he needed a REAL job. thank the universe for daphne, who constantly validates his career choice—regardless of how dark and dirty it can get. there's a few moments of quiet contemplation, with RACING and wild thoughts flashing through his mind. it's not until he hears the soft hum of daphne's speakers from down the hall. adding speakers to her large walk-in closet was the best decision ever. not only does daphne get to live such a luxurious life—lance gets to know exactly when she's changing. 

he knows he should be waiting for her. there's still work on his desk and he should be focused when he sends his men out on a mission like that. but damn was he horny. daphne had this talent where she could make even the most animialistic man crave MORE. she really was his cum dump—a bottomless hole where he can empty himself. so instead of waiting he storms up the steps and down the hall, quickly turning the music up on her speakers and walking into the closet.

it's VIOLENT, how he pushes her up against the wall and bends her down. the loud music only plays into the dangerous enviroment that lance has set the scene for. his ex hated when he'd USE her like this. it was always after he'd done something horrible. was it messed up that having his ex tell him no only turned him on more? lance knows that daphne would never DENY him—but only if to play into his horrific fantasies. "you took too long." lance snaps at her, bending her over one of the half-vanity half-shoe racks. "daddy needs his cum bitch." the man growls, no longer speaking in the cheesy romantic way anymore—though, this was romantic in its own twisted sense. 

one hand holds her arm behind her and the other begins working on his pants again, before dropping them to his ankles. his cock fits perfectly in his fists as he teases her wet cunt with his tip. "i knew you'd be wet, you fucking SLUT." lance smirks. "i'm gonna fucking ruin you." the words juxapose all the quips about keeping her pretty, from before. 

each load he dumped inside her body gave her the same feeling she got when gifted with diamonds or pretty dresses, a deep sense of satisfaction and giddiness that ALWAYS kept daphne coming back for more. the use of her pet name causes a smile to spread across slightly plumper lips, throat working to swallow those final dregs of his seed. loosening her grasp on his thigh the femme rocks back on her heels, doll wide hues staring adoringly up at her husband. "you're so sweet", blonde preens, leaning toward his touch as he fixes her mused hair. "oh i looked SO pretty, didn't i? i loved my lingerie that night, they made it especially for me daddy." a taste of the life she was marrying herself into, the endless rails of clothes and a husband who seemed to match her love for him and then some. the entire day had been a dream, blood red roses and italian lace leading in to a night of sensual sex that soon morphed into the sweaty fucking that daphne knew lance enjoyed so much — her too, because what woman wouldn't want to be claimed like that?

"thank you baby. can you tell them to remind those ladies that it's all their fault? if they hadn't been so judgemental then i wouldn't have been so SAD, i don't understand why they couldn't be nice." obviously it was down to his bitter ex-wife, spewing poison in their ears and turning them against daphne — but just because there was a reason for their horrible words and looks didn't make it okay. smoothing her manicured fingers up the length of his suit clad leg the blonde nods slowly at his instruction, excitement making her eyes sparkle. "will you play with me too, daddy? you know i love making you happy and . . . and my pussy is extra tight, i've been doing exercises", petite femme wisely announces, proud of herself for devoting ten minutes in the morning to clenching her muscles. easing herself up to her feet daphne drags her kitten tongue along her lips, tasting the salty remnants of him.

"i need to change first though and THEN i can play while i wait", because showing up at the club once more of course meant a new outfit needed to be worn, maybe red? maybe those beautiful ruby earrings lance had gifted her a while ago too. after her husband guides her out of the office daphne saunters toward the grand staircase, a little pep in her step as she waves at the men guarding the front doors. they were quiet but most were around her, which was fine but sometimes daphne got yappy and liked to chat.

arriving to their suite she quickly shed her tennis outfit, wondering if she should donate it and get rid of the BAD memories as she pads toward their wardrobe. a little playtime with her favorite vibrator did sound fun, especially when she was so damp from sucking lance's cock and drinking his cum. "alexa, play 'walking on sunshine", a giggle erupts as she steps into the seemingly endless closet, completely devoted to the tasks at hand — dress cute and then make herself cum before waiting for lance.

[adomfangirl]

Asylum

Warnings:None

Word Count:1660

Inspired by A Clockwork Orange, The Psychotic Kids music video, and One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.

I hope yall enjoy this story!

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Adam walked down the dark cordors of the aslyum like he did everyday checking in on his assigned patients and making sure that they took their medicine.

It was tedious work and he had to constantly be on his toes due to the fact that some of his patient's behaviours bordered on the violent and dangerous side.

After Adam visited his last paitent on the third floor he took the winding staircase down to the basment to visit his faviorite patient who was locked in a maxium security room due to his conditions.

Adam knew that it was againist the rules to get attached to patients but he couldnt help befrending a young man by the name of Dominic Harrison who had been staitioned at the aslyum since he was a teenager.

They both had a lot in common and got along very well.

Adam's visits to Dominic's room were the highlight of his busy day at the aslyum and he would often bring the paitent little treats such as extra dessert or magazines.

 

It was wrong but Adam didnt care he felt like Dominic understood him.

Adam walked twards Dominic's room with a skip in his step and a small snack cake in his pocket.

 He opned the door to a bright white padded room entred and approached a young man who was sitting in the corner of the room wearing a straight jacket with a leather harness rocking back and forth.

The man turned around to face Adam and spoke in a low gravley voice "why hello sugar plum good to see your lovely face."

"Hey Dom I brought you something,"Adam spoke as he presented the man with a chocolate snack cake.

"Thank you darling could you feed it to me my hands are tied at the moment,"Dominic laughed.

"Of course,"Adam chirped as he unwraped the cake and began to feed it to Dominic who ate the whole thing in one bite quickly swallowing the sweet confectionery.

 "Adam this maybe the last time we will see eachother,"Dominic sighed.

"Why do you say that,"the other man questioned his voice shaking from the thought of loosing his friend.

 "Well you see I will be going in for a very important surgery tomarrow," Dom spoke.

"Wait why,"Adam questioned.

"The doctors are tired of me I am a danger to society and they want to get rid of me," Dom chuckled.

"This is not funny Dom I cant let them hurt you,"Adam said.

"Its allright my time has come,"Dom mumbled under his breath.

"Stop talking like that Ill come up with a plan to get you out of this place,"Adam shouted as he grabed Dom by the by the shoulders shaking him around.

"Adam you dont need to do that the doctors only want what is best for me,"Dom hummed sitting back all calm and unfased whlie Adam pased around the padded room.

"Thats a lie I have seen what they have done to people I wont let them rack your brain and kill you,"Adam retorted.

"We will escape tonight while I work the night shift I know a back way out,"Adam said as he left the room slaming the door behind him.

Dom wacthed as Adam left with a smile on his face.

"That bloke is fooking crazy,"Dom thought to himself returning to his position in the corner of the room awaiting Adam's night visit.

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Adam walked back up to the third floor not noticing a nurse that stood under the stairs listing to his entire conversation with Dominic.

The next few hours before his night shift were absolute tourture for Adam his heart was heavy and his mind cloged with the thought of Dominic being killed the helpless screams of paitents being electroshocked or given lobotomies didnt help to ease his worries.

He knew what the doctors at the aslyum were capable of and it scared him so when it finaly came time for Adam to visit Dom on his night shift he was enraged to find out that his faviorite paitent had been moved to another room.

"Sorry Adam but Mr. Harrison has been removed from your list of paitents to attendend to,"spoke the sweet voice of Nurse Wretched.

"Has he gone in for surgery yet,"Adam responded in a total state of panic.

"Yes he has the doctors decided to send him in early," the nurse said.

"Tell me were the fuck he is or else,"Adam growled.

"Alright allright no need to get you boxers in a bunch,"joked Nurse Wretched as she sauntred down the hallway guiding Adam twards a opreation room with a veiwing window.

Adam peered through the window to see Dominic hooked up to various machines standing upright tied down to some kind operation table.

He hated to see Dominic in this state and needed to do something before the doctors completly destroyed him.

"Let me in please I need to see him,"Adam spoke clenching his fists.

"Sorry but that will not be possible,"Nurse Wrecthed laughed wickledly.

Adam banged at the window trying to break it but he was stoped by a much stronger aslyum employee who came up behind him.

"There is nothing you can do but wacth that little waste of space die,"the nurse cackled.

Adam wacthed in horror as a doctor entred the room and swicthed on a leaver that sent an electrical current through Dominic's lifeless body jolting him awake.

"No no stop you cant to this,"Adam shouted strugling against the workers strong grasp.

What came next was the worst part of Dom's torture Adam looked on in horror as the doctors scalped Dominic leaving his brain exposed proding at it with needles.

Tears began to run down Adams cheeks as the doctors forced Dominics eyes open droping some kind of substance into them.

"I am cured I am cured,"Dom cried out as he struggled against his restraints.

When the doctors heard Dominic's cries they stoped their tourture and drug him into another opreating room.

Nurse wrecthed grited her teeth.

"They were suppose to kill him what happned,"she spat voice driping with venom.

The stronger aslyum worker got tired of trying to hold Adam down so he just threw the traumatized man onto the ground and left the facinity.

"Where did they take him,"Adam questioned his voice shaking.

"I'm not going to tell you figure out yourself scum,"Nurse wretched hissed kicking Adam with her shoe.

I have to find Dom I cant just stay here,Adam thought to himself as he slowly picked himself up and walked away from the vindictive nurse in search of the place where the doctors had taken Dom.

[tora-the-cat]

OK. So. It had been brought to my attention that I may be speaking from a higher plane of existence earlier.

I'm gonna do my best to lay everything here out both for everyone's peace of mind and because I have more to say then I should and my skull is a meager prison. 

@ lippeeria @ dairymold @ gingersnapdragonspice you DID NOT ask for this but you DID encorage it so I’m dragging you down with me.

Let’s unpack this piece by piece, shall we?

1. “Might Go Feral.”

A warning

2. “Might Galaxy Brain”

A prediction.

3. about Kabuto being Shin after he faked his death

I believe this is where I started to lose people. Hear me out.

I. physical similarities

-they both have grey hair. it's different shades in the anime, sure, but I'd hazard to guess that it isn't in the manga b/c it's all black and white.

-Kabuto's haircut in one of the youngest pics I could find of him had a haircut very similar to that of Shin. It is also the haircut he seems to have when he meets orochimaru.

-thy both have black eyes.

-Kabuto is only 3 centimeters taller then Shin

-Shin has bags under his eyes. Kabuto is the closest thing Naruto has to Long Suffering College Grad Energy, and thus spiritually has bags under his eyes.

-I don't know enough about drawing or character modeling or whatever to add much here. 

-they both have terrible fashion sense.

II. Histories/timeline

Ok, cold, hard facts first.

-Kabuto was taught Medical Ninjutsu at a very young age by Nono.

-Nono named Kabuto. Kabuto means 'helmet'.

-Danzo threatened to cut the funding for Nono's orphanage unless Nono gave him one of the orphans off record

-Kabuto overheard and volenteered.

-Kabuto entered ROOT under Danzo

-He specializes in Medical Ninjtusu and Infiltration.

-He was freqently sent out of village for missions.

-Shin means 'new'.

-We don't know how old Shin was

So, let me spin you a shadow:

Your name is Kabuto. Or, at least, your given name is Kabuto- given by a woman who heads an orphanage and found you in a ditch without memories. You don’t mind, though- Nono is the kindest person ever, probably, and Kabuto means Helmet. A helmet is armour for the head- a protector. You think it was probably meant to be teasing, when she gave it, but you still take pride in it anyway.

She teaches you how to heal because you beg her to, because you want to help her get more money to heal. She was already tight on money before you got here, you’ve heard, and you don’t want to make her life any harder. She deserves so much better then that. She deserves the world, but you don’t have that yet. The most you can give her is your attention, and whatever skill you might have.

Her smile is sad when you ask the first six times, but, by the seventh you’ve noticed a dent in the amount of food she can buy each week, and she accepts after she makes you promise that it’s what you want to do. She warns you that it’s hard, that healing takes years to master for ever seasoned chakra users, and paitently starts you on basic chakra techniques. 

Two months later she gapes at you when you approach her at lunch, hands glowing with green light, and hugs you. She calls you a genius and pets your head, and you can’t tell if she’s whispering it as a blessing or a curse, but you know she’s wrong for the first time.

You aren’t a genius. If you were, then you’d be able to find a way to give her everything she wants. As it is, you can barely help her stay afloat.

Still, five months after you start learning you’ve revived 16 dead rats around the orphanage and are finally allowed to actually help Nono. By now, you’ve come to see the other kids as family- the younger ones bring you dead rodents to practice on, and the older ones pester you into eating and sleeping when you get caught up in your work. You wish you could do more but, for now, you are content.

And then a man named Danzo comes to the orphanage and you spy on him and Nono, and learn that he’s pressuring her into giving him a child from the orphanage for him to train up.

You know what you have to do- have to, because you can’t let it be anyone else, and you can’t let Nono tear herself up over having to pick one of you. You smirk as you slip out of the window the next night.

Kabuto, right? You protect the head- or, more specifically, the head of the orphanage.

You meet up with Danzo, and he demands to know why he should take you in particular. Your heart thuds nervously in your chest, and you have an idea. It’s risky, sure, and you were going to wait at least another week before trying it, but this entire thing is ‘risky’. You hold your hand to the space between your eyes, and you do the only thing you can- you heal, and hope it’ll be enough as you wisk off your glasses with clear vision.

Apparently that works, because you are stripped of your name and put though test after test after test, and then brought down to a bunker, where you are introduced to more nameless kids. Danzo-sama tells you that Konoha is built up by comradere and that this is your team, made up of a boy with coal eyes and a fish mask who looks maybe a year older then you, a boy with skin as pale as paper and a mouse mask who looks much younger then you, and a girl who looks almost exactly like the first boy with a frog mask. They all smile at you and you feel happy for the first time since you left the orphanage.

Weeks later, in quiet whispers, you are telling each other secrets- everything you can remember about your life before Danzo. You aren’t supposed to, you know, but you also know that you can’t forget Nono or any of the others, just like Fish and Frog- Shisui and Sumi- can’t forget their names. Mouse asks you what your name is, and you almost answer, but you don’t.

Kabuto, your mind whispers, but that isn’t right anymore. There isn’t really a head you want to protect- Sage knows you don’t give a shit about Danzo’s well being, not that you’ll ever say it. 

You hesitate only a moment, and answer Shin. It means new, and it almost fits. Mouse repeats it, like it’s a spell, or something special, and you think one day it will.

Mouse looks up at you with big sad eyes, and says that he doesn’t remember his name, and you smile at him. You feel a wave of De ja vu as you offer to give him a name, and wonder if you looked as excited as he did when Nono gave you your name. You wonder if this was how she felt- nervous, but loving.

Your first thought is to name him after amour, like you were- Yoroi, maybe. The idea is a horrible one, though, and you know this. Here, with Danzo, in ROOT where you are now, no one can afford to be a protecter for someone else.

You name the boy ‘Sai’, something sharp and stabbing, and pray to the sage it’ll keep him alive as his eyes light with joy and he almost squeals.

(You make eye contact with Sumi- Frog, you can’t afford to make that slip audiably- and give a bitter smile. No one can afford to be a protecter, here, but you had a feeling it wouldn’t stop her any more then it would stop you.)

//lets put a pin in that for now and move on, cause I’m sure you get the point.

now, I believe we were at-

4. “and Shisui being a ROOT operative”

Ok so first off- I’m not taking Itachi Gaiden as cannon, mostly because I haven’t read it and also I’ve heard it directly contridicts me. Also I don’t have internet while I’m writing this part and probably won’t bother to fact check it, so sorry it isn’t as thorough as the last bit. Anyway.

-This entire idea is based on the fact that Shisui has his Mangyekyo when he’s so young, and it isn’t adressed in the Anime or Manga because he’s. Super dead. 

-But, like, you can only get Mangyekyo by killing/watching the death of your most special person, right? Lets run with that.

5. “who got his mangyeko when Shin 'died' because the two of them were close”

Your name is Shisui Uchiha, and you’re never going to forget that. It’s repeated like a mantra in your head, over and over again, a constant buzz in the background.

Danzo has already taken so much- too much- from you and your twin sister, Sumi. He can’t have your names.

He already took Mouse’s first name, if he ever had one, and Sumi cried after she felt Snake’s chakra flicker and dim as he the two of you watched him give up his name for a lie. He will never have either of yours.

You live with “Sai” and “Shin” for years, and you are closer then anyone else could ever be. You don’t trust much, but you trust each other. You trust Shin to drop whatever he’s doing and heal any of you if you so much as bruise. You trust Sai to be a voice of reason despite being the youngest, even if his voice breaks all of your hearts every time you hear it get slightly more monotone. You trust Sumi to protect all of you, no matter what. And they trust you to be their heart, keep them as close to alive as they can be, with smiles and meaningful looks that are harder to draw from each of them each day.

Sometimes, Sumi and Sai go to sleep and it’s just you and Shin, and you plan. you scheme. 

The four of you won’t die here. You can’t.

One day, Shin is taken away by Danzo-sama for a secret meeting. Danzo-sama tells him something and, for the first time since you tried to ask him about his actual name, he keeps a secret.

That night you watch him sigh, take a pill, and settle his face into something so cold it freezes you. It’s the face he wears when you stay up trying to plan your escape, but different, somehow. More resigned. more distant.

He starts pulling away from the three of you, after that day, and you get sent on more and more missions. A month after he started acting weird, Danzo-sama took the four of you up a mountain and seperated you- Shin and Sai went into the ravine, and you and Sumi went up the mountain. Danzo-sama coldly told you and Sumi to kill one another or you would both die, and left.

You panic. Sumi will always, always protect you, put you first, and you know that, but it’s still somehow a shock when she  takes a kunai and moves to stab herself.

You’re fast, though, the fastest of the three of you by far, but still not  quite fast enough. She stabs herself, and it isn’t fatal, but it makes you almost sob anyway, and you flash over to her and take the kunai from her. She makes eye contact with you, and it’s devestating to see the acceptance there. She expects you to kill her.

It was barely a thought in your mind, until she looked at you like it was the only choice she thought you had. Your hand shakes and you have a monsterous moment of consideration, before you come to your senses and knock her out. 

You need to find Shin.

Shin’s chakra is impossible for you to find, as always- his has always been so muddled, so inconsistant, and you’ve never been much of a sensor anyway- but Sai’s is easy. For the first time in years, the boy is erratic and emotional, until it isn’t. until it’s still and muted, like he’s sleeping, and somehow you speed up even faster to find them. You see them and they’re laying side by side on the ground, almost like they’re sleeping together as they so often do, but dread pools in your stomach anyway. 

You walk closer and neither of them look hurt, but you feel at their chakra and fuck fuck no please no please-

You’re by their side in a flash, and Shin smiles at you, and for the first time ever you don’t smile back. He’s dying. You can feel his chakra fading, and he looks at you and opens his mouth to speak and coughs up blood. 

“You’re sick.” You observe dumbly, somewhere between detached and horrified. He rolls his eyes at you like he’s annoyed that you’re stating the obvious and then he finally manages to speak, and he gets halfway through his final demand to watch Sai before he breaks into a final coughing fit and dies.

Your eyes burn. At first they’re just tears and you ignore them entirely, but then Shin’s eyes go wide as they start to fade and you can see much more clearly, and the ever present mantra of your name gets louder and louder-

6. and then used his kotoamatsukami on Sai to keep him safe and in the dark, sorta morbidly parralelling Itachi a year or two later.

Shisui Uchiha.

Sai wakes up just as you’re finally managing to get a hold of yourself, and you don’t even know what you’re doing when you look him in eyes that are as red as yours must be- fuck- and whisper  “Kotoamatsukami”.

You enter Sai’s head, and it’s tempting to take everything. To take all the happy memories he has of the four of you so he doesn’t feel the pain of killing Shin, but you can’t. He’s going to Danzo, and he can’t afford to have an ounce of humanity left.

Instead of soothing his pain, you tweak his mind so he thinks that he killed Shin himself, and tear out anything that even vaguely has anything to do with the Sharringan. You dull his and box away his emotions, so he never feels strongly enough to activate them again. Then you make him fall back asleep, forgetting you were even at the scene of Shin’s death, for Danzo to collect.

(You leave a child broken purposefully in the most traumatic way you can manage to the whims of a man who only wants to use him as an asset to a village that doesn’t really care about him, and you never get to fully appreciate how history repeats itself only a few years later.)

It’s all you can do. It can’t be enough, but it’s all you have.

You go back to Sumi and you choke on a sob as you do the same thing to her- you convince her that she killed you, that you got a stab in while you could, and that she bured you to ashes with a fire jutsu. You block off her chakra and emotions to avoid the sharringan too, and then you dissapear up the mountain. 

You spend months up there, waiting for Danzo to find you, but he never does. You sneak back into the village, directly into the Uchiha compound, and slip into the Uchiha orphanage on a whim- just to see if you could. It’s not like you have anything left to loose.

You plead amnesia when people ask about your past, and exceed in the Academy, and meet a boy named Itachi and love him even if it hurts. You join the ANBU, and avoid Danzo for years, and never stop trying to find Sai and Sumi for a second.

In the end it’s danzo that almost kills you and you run once again, and you watch another of your most precious people develop the Mangyekyo, and it’s almost funny. 

You fling yourself off of a cliff into a river, and laugh the whole way down, because you refuse to cry in your last moments.

(Your name is Kabuto, again, because you have killed Shin. You work for Danzo for years and never lay eyes on Sai again because you can’t afford to care about him, and you don’t really know what happened to Shisui but you can feel Sumi amoung the ranks, so he must be dead. You don’t have the chance to mourn him as you are sent on another mission, and you aren’t Kabuto for long.

Your name changes constantly, and you can almost convince yourself you don’t care. Years later the Uchiha massacare happens and you can barely bring yourself to care as you go on another mission for Danzo-

And meet Nono. And kill Nono. And meet Orochimaru. You think Shisui would find it funny, how consistantly fucked up your life is.)

7. IDK

A lie. I’ve thought about this a lot and there is nothing I don’t know.

[protecticarus]

hello! a prompt: would u be able to write an au set just after todd dropped out of college, where his parents hire dirk as like a carer of some sort for todd's pararibulitis?? and dirk is like fresh-ish out of blackwing and kind of a disaster trying to get a life together, and whether todd has it for reals first time round is up to you but idk I'd love to see something like this!! thank u sm and love ur work!!

I like this! this ended up focusing much more on todd than dirk, but I did drop some angsty blackwing references in there because, well... I’m me.

& thank you so much for reading & liking xx

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“A… what? You got me a what?” Todd stuttered into his phone.

“A caretaker!” His mother’s excited voice came through the phone.

“I’m- is that really necessary though? I’ve been doing fine on my own.” Todd assured her.

“Oh honey, I know, but I just feel terrible not being able to be there for you and you didn’t want to move back home, so… I’d feel so much better knowing you’re being taken care of!” His mother replied.

Todd squeezed his eyes shut and wished for a miracle to get him out of this. But he knew his mother well enough.

“Mom… I appreciate it but you’ve done enough-“ He tried to argue one more time.

“Todd, please, for me?” His mother interrupted.

Todd sighed. She knew what she was doing.

“I… Okay.” He finally caved.

“Okay?” His mother confirmed.

“Yes, okay. I’ll… meet with this caretaker person. See if it’s a fit.” Todd mumbled.

“Oh, honey, I already hired him.” His mother piped in.

“You- what!? And him?” Todd exclaimed.

“Yes, Todd, I hired a nice sounding young man to take care of you.” His mother explained.

Todd covered his phone’s microphone and kicked his couch. His plan had been to push off setting a meeting and if he had to, meet this person but tell his mother it wasn’t a fit. It was a bit more difficult now that his mother had already agreed to pay this… ‘young man.’

“Shouldn’t you have waited for me to sign off on this? Mom, I’m the one he’s gonna… take care off.” Todd finally said through gritted teeth, cringing at the idea of a strange man having to take care of him.

“I’m sorry, honey, I just want what’s best for you, you know that. This disease is difficult, I only want you to have the best life possible.” His mother replied. Todd could tell she was getting emotional.

“I know, mom… I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll try.” He said quietly.

“Oh, that’s wonderful, Todd!” His mother celebrated.

Todd sighed again. “Yeah… so, when’s this guy starting then?”

-

Next monday, the doorbell rang for the first time in months.

Todd took a deep breath and rolled his eyes before going to open the door. This was going to be a long day.

Todd had no intention of having this man in his house for longer than a day, but he knew he had to suffer through at least 24 hours. For his mother.

As soon as Todd pulled the door open, he heard a cheery British accent greet him.

“Hello! Are you Todd? I certainly hope so. I am terrible with maps, though, so I’m only 50% sure.”

Todd took a moment to take in what was in front of him.

This guy couldn’t be older than 22 or 23. He had floppy auburn hair and a smile that was way too big for a first day at a job, yet it didn’t seem out of place on his face. He was wearing an obnoxiously bright turquoise jacket. His hand was raised in a wave. Not a handshake, a wave.

Todd cleared his throat. “Uh… yeah, I’m Todd. I’m guessing you’re Dirk?”

The Brit’s eyes lit up at the mention of his name, like it was the first time he heard his name said out loud.

“Yes! That is me. I’m Dirk. Gently. Dirk Gently. That’s my name.”

Todd blinked a couple of times. “Right… so, you wanna come in or?”

Dirk jumped into motion. “Yes, I do!” He replied and stomped past Todd into the apartment.

“So, my mom says you don’t have previous experience as a caretaker?” Todd said, already listing reasons to tell his mother this arrangement didn’t work out.

“Oh, yes, or no, I suppose, but I’m very eager to learn! All I’ve wanted to do is help people. And you’re people. As far as I know!” Dirk replied.

Todd found himself taken aback by Dirk’s… eccentric energy every time he opened his mouth.

“Yeah. Okay.” Todd mumbled as a response. “I don’t really need much help, though. I’m fine on my own.”

Dirk smiled. “Well, your mother said otherwise.”

Todd sighed. “Yeah, well, you know moms. They worry.”

Something changed in Dirk’s demeanor and for a moment he looked… almost sad, but before Todd could analyze much, the cheery disposition was back.

“Well, your mother filled me in on this pararibulitis business but I have to say I’ve never heard of it before! Is there something you want me to help you with especially?” Dirk asked as he picked up several of Todd’s items from the coffee table to inspect.

Todd sighed. This was going to be a long day.

-

At the end of the day, Todd laid in his bed, going over the events of the day. Somehow… he hadn’t told Dirk to leave.

He had absolutely meant to. It was on the tip of his tongue. Yet… Dirk Gently was currently sleeping in his guest room.

Dirk had just… talked and talked and suddenly it was late and by the time Todd was ready to tell Dirk to leave, Dirk had asked if he needed anything and when Todd said no, Dirk retired to the guest room.

Seemed like getting rid of Dirk Gently was going to be harder than Todd had thought.

-

A week after Dirk had moved in, Todd started to accept that he had a roommate. Dirk was just always going to be there now.

Todd would tell him to go shop for groceries so he could have some time to himself, and Dirk would be gone for 20 minutes and then sit next to Todd as he played the guitar and talk his ear off.

Dirk asked more questions than anyone Todd had ever met. At times, Todd felt like he was being interviewed. In the beginning, Todd assumed his mother had asked Dirk to ask things and report back to her, but already towards the end of the first night it became clear to Todd that Dirk was just nosy.

Dirk also had significant lacks in common knowledge. He’d seen an AC/DC album and asked what band had an album about learning the alphabet. He’d pointed out Gandalf from a Lord of the Rings ad on tv and asked if he was a famous celebrity.

The most strange thing about Dirk though? Sometimes he would answer a question Todd had yet to ask out loud. Or bring Todd his phone about 5 seconds before it started ringing. Or tell Todd to take his food out of the microwave before the bell went off and it would be the perfect temperature.

Todd wondered if he was in a hidden camera show, but a week seemed like a long prank to play.

-

On the 9th day of Dirk working for Todd, Dirk asked the question Todd had been dreading the whole time.

“How come I’ve never witnessed an attack?”

Todd flinched at the question. “W-what do you mean?”

Dirk sat up straighter on the couch next to Todd. “Well, you said pararibulitis causes you to have painful attacks with hallucinations, right? I’ve been here for 9 days but I’ve never seen you have one. Your mother said they’d gotten so bad you got them daily, that’s why you dropped out of college, right? I’m just wondering, how have I not seen one?” He rambled.

Todd swallowed awkwardly. “I-I don’t know, dude. I guess they happen mostly at night.”

“But then how would they affect you in college?” Dirk asked.

Todd mentally facepalmed. “I, uh, I mean they used to happen more during the days. Now it’s nights.” He tried to explain himself out of this situation.

“I see.” Dirk replied. He seemed genuinely understanding, but Todd feared he suspected something.

“I’m your caretaker, correct?” Dirk then asked.

“Uh… yeah?” Todd replied.

“So, if you have an attack at night, you should wake me. To help you. It’s my job, right?” Dirk said and smiled.

Todd felt terrible. He already hated lying to his family, which is why he avoided them if he could. Now there was this guy living with him just to help him and he started to feel guilty for lying to him too.

“That’s… nice, thanks. But I’m fine.” Todd replied quietly and turned his eyes toward the tv again.

Dirk let the subject go and Todd was grateful.

-

On day 16, Todd’s guilt was starting to really gnaw at him. Dirk’s strange quirks had grown on Todd. Sure, he still rolled his eyes at 90% of the things coming out of Dirk’s mouth, but it didn’t annoy him anymore. He was starting to like Dirk’s company. Which made it so much worse.

That night, Todd suggested they have a drink together.

A drink turned into 8 for Todd. Sooner than Todd would have liked, he was drunk.

Dirk had had a beer and a half and was giggling like a schoolgirl.

They chatted about whatever popped into their heads as they drank, sitting on the kitchen floor, where Dirk had fallen, tripping over his own feet. Instead of helping him up, Todd simply joined him.

Todd couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed this much.

“So, you’re from England, eh?” Todd said in a terrible English accent he would’ve been embarrassed by had he not been tipsy.

Dirk cackled at this. “That was horrendous! And yes.”

“So why did you come to the States?” Todd asked.

Color drained out of Dirk’s face and he seemed to sober up before Todd’s eyes.

“Woah, dude, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want. Just tell me to fuck off.” Todd said after Dirk had failed to say anything for a while.

Dirk let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Sorry. I’m not going to tell you to… do that, but I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Sure.” Todd raised up his hands as a sign of surrender. “How ‘bout you say something now.” He added.

Dirk laughed. “Alright… Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.” Todd replied and took a sip of his 8th beer.

“Why are you pretending to have pararibulitis?” Dirk asked.

The room went completely quiet. Todd froze mid-sip. Dirk waited paitently.

“That’s… a big accusation.” Todd replied.

“Sorry, I’ve just noticed-“ Dirk began to explain.

“I mean, you’re supposed to be taking care of me, right? What kinda training did you go through that makes you think that’s an okay thing to ask?” Todd snapped.

Dirk looked taken aback. “I’m sorry, Todd, I’m simply trying to understand-“

“Well it’s none of your fucking business!” Todd exclaimed and tried to get off the kitchen floor.

“Todd-“

“Get out of my apartment!” Todd screamed. He heard his own voice and cringed, knowing he was overreacting but unable to stop himself.

Dirk looked hurt. Like a child. He took a deep breath and got up.

“I’m sorry, Todd.” He said.

Todd looked away from him.

He heard Dirk sniffle, followed by receding steps and the front door opening and closing.

Todd was alone again.

-

The next morning, Todd felt like shit.

And hangover was the least of his worries.

-

Two days later, his mother called him.

“What happened, honey? I thought you were getting along!” She asked.

“Dirk didn’t tell you?” Todd asked back, surprised, having fully expected Dirk to call his mother and let her in on what he’d found out.

“No, he just said you told him to leave. Why, Todd? Why?” She replied, obviously disappointed but trying to appear symphatetic.

Todd sighed. “I don’t need help, mom.”

“Todd…”

“I know, mom.”

-

4 days after Todd had kicked Dirk out, he wrote several text messages to Dirk but deleted all of them before hitting send on any.

-

The next day, Dirk showed up.

Todd answered the doorbell, just out of bed and well confused as to who would be at his door.

From the other side of the door, a familiar Brit greeted him with a careful smile. He was wearing a bright yellow jacket Todd hadn’t seen before and his hair was a mess.

“Dirk?” Todd asked, surprised to see his former… what? Fake caretaker? Roommate? Friend?

“Hello.” Dirk carefully said. “I felt… like you needed to talk.”

“You… you felt like I needed to talk… to you?” Todd repeated.

“Yes.” Dirk simply answered. “Don’t you?”

Todd thought for a moment, then stepped aside to let Dirk in.

“Look, Dirk… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I shouldn’t have…” Todd tried to apologize.

Dirk lifted his hand to stop him. “It’s alright, Todd. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“No, no, that’s the thing… You were right.” Todd said. He felt a wave of anxiety and something else wash over him. Relief? He’d never admitted to lying about his illness. To anyone. In over a year.

“I know.” Dirk replied.

Todd was taken aback. “You- you do?”

“Yes, of course.”

“So… why are you sorry?” Todd asked.

“Because I should’ve waited for you to tell me instead of confronting you like that.” Dirk explained.

Todd let out a light laugh. “I lied to you… and everyone else and you knew… but you’re sorry for calling me out on it?” He asked.

“…Yes?” Dirk replied.

Todd laughed and covered his face with his hands. “I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not an-“

“Yeah, I really am. Such an asshole. And you know who’s not? My mom. And dad. And my little sister. And you. And what do I do? Lie my ass off and make all of your lives harder. My parents had to get a loan to finance their AND my lives. My sister’s so worried about me every fucking day and she’s a teenager for fuck’s sake! She should be out partying or whatever. And you? You’ve been nothing but nice to me and dedicated every day to running my fucking errands for me when I could’ve done it all myself. That is the definition of an asshole.” Todd rambled. He went to sit on the couch, hanging his face down and resting it on his clammy hands.

Dirk didn’t reply for a moment.

Then he sat down next to Todd.

“So, you’re not perfect.” Dirk said.

Todd let out a mocking laugh. “No shit.”

Dirk laughed too. “But you know what you can be?” He asked.

Todd looked up at him. “What?”

Dirk smiled. “Better.”

Todd stared at him for a long moment. “What do you mean?” He finally said.

“You can be better. Do better. Being an arsehole… it’s not like being a werewolf, is it? You have a choice to be better. Stop making excuses for your excuses.” Dirk explained.

Todd thought about it for a moment. The thought of telling his parents he’d been lying to them for over a year? His little sister, who looked up to him? The thought alone made him nauseous. But… he couldn’t deny that Dirk had a point. It’s not like he wanted to be an asshole. It’s not like screwing up everyone else’s lives bought him some kind of weird, perverted joy. He did have a choice. He’d always had a choice. Up until now he’d just made the wrong ones, one after the other.

But maybe… just maybe it was time to make the right one. Even if it was going to hurt like hell.

“You’re right.” Todd said. “Of course you’re right.”

Dirk beamed. “I wish more people saw that.”

Todd laughed. Then he took a deep breath.

“Hey… where are you staying now?” He asked.

Dirk furrowed his brows. “A motel nearby. Why?”

Todd smiled. “Well… I have a guest room and I’m guessing I’m gonna have to start paying my own rent soon, so… You want a roommate? Even if he’s a bit of an asshole?” He asked.

Dirk’s eyes lit up like damn Christmas trees. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Todd assured.

“But you don’t actually need my help?” Dirk questioned.

Todd looked at his new, strange friend and smiled. “Actually… I think I really do.”

~

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[darkling-er]

7 years ( Joseph Seed x Female Deputy ) | Part 1 

Summary: The Deputy and the Father has to spend their days in Dutch’s bunker, for who knows how long. Brook only wants to have her own grief and guilt in peace, but Joseph is not helping with his insane ramblings about the Voice. Aka how the deputy and Joseph will either end up killing or smashing each other.

Pairings: Joseph Seed/Fem!Deputy, Joseph Seed/OC

Warnings: mild language, violence, manipulation, use of drugs ( Bliss ), dubcon!!,  smut, slow burn, mentioned suicide attempts, basically a lot of triggers

Word Counter: 2907

Parts Masterpost

I can’t recall how long I’ve been sitting here, chained to the bedframe. It could have been a couple of hours, maybe days. I’ve been in and out of consciousness, since the first time I woke up in Dutch’s bunker. Since then his body has been dragged out, looking at the dark marks that  colored the cement floor.

That first time I woke up I was the most confused, as I did not recall how I got there or what happened prior to it. Blissfully unaware of the events that took outside.. at least for a second. Until I looked around to find my mentor and my friend since the beginning of the so called Holy War between the Seeds and the Resistance, now laid on the ground and however I wanted to think he was just unconscious, his chest didn’t rise or fall. He was dead.

What happened after, what ramblings did Joseph Seed, my “savior” said to me didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I was fueled with rage at first and shouted at him, though later I couldn’t say exactly what I said to him. He left me then, with that rightous smirk on his face, and I let myself cry back to sleep.

As it happened I slept a lot. And now, after who knows how much time I can’t sleep anymore. Though I wish I could go back to the lands of dreams, I’m afraid my body won’t let me anymore.

So I sit here, watching the formed bruises around my wrists, thanks to the handcuffs. My own handcuffs, if I recall rightly. He probably took it from me, just like he took everything else that I could hurt him - or myself- with. Possibly locked it to the armory, that Dutch kept locked.

My stomach growls at me, breaking the silence and my own thoughts. Not for the first time either, I didn’t eat since we got here. But I didn’t shout out for him, my pride wouldn’t let me. I would rather die before asking Joseph fucking Seed to give me something to eat.

I scoff to myself as I let go my hands to fall to the floor. Of course Dutch kept the beds nailed to the floor for some reason. And no matter how long I try I know these won’t let me go, until someone with the key opens them. I lay my head against the cold metal, closing my eyes, praying to God that this is just a bad nightmare.

And at that moment, God making fun of my silent prayers probably, the man himself comes into the room. I didn’t hear him coming, because of course he has to move so silently between the rooms. Or maybe because he’s not wearing any shoes for some reason, I think as I open my eyes and sligthly turn me head towards him, looking at his feet approaching me.

“I see you’re finally awake. Good.” He says, his voice harsh to my ears after so much silence.

I don’t have to look at his face to know, that he’s own eyes are looking at me. I can feel the intensity of it, like before, whenever I had to look at him and hear him out. Always drugged out or deprived of food.

After a moment, when I don’t say anything to him he sighs, disappointed.

“It’s been four days Deputy. You need to eat something.”

I want to spit back that I don’t need anything from him, but my own body fails me as my stomach growls again at the mention of food. He crouches next to me, so there’s no way I can turn away from him and now I can see the bowl in his hands. It smells good as well, and I hate myself for almost ending up crying when I see the food. It’s just some rice and some kind of meat... Meat...

Because of the bad memories I look him in the eyes. His face is full of bruises, but it’s a bit better since I last saw him. Although he’s not wearing his glasses, which probably got destroyed outside. What I hate in him the most that he looks so calm, so friendly even. When he should look at me like I’m the cause of this whole situation, like he said before, a Snake in the Garden.

But I don’t actually care about him as I open my mouth to ask him the important question, eyeing him and the food.

“Where is Dutch?” I ask, my voice hoarse from not speaking or drinking and it causes me to cough a little, before asking again a bit more angrier, seeing his confused face. “What the fuck did you do with him?!”

Finally he knows what I’m asking as the confusion turns into slight amusement, a smile lingering on his lips.

“This is just some chicken, my child.”

He fucking dares to even laugh a little and I kick out at him, which ends up with my leg moving a bit up and down, before falling back again in place, not even close to damaging the man. I’m weak, my body is failing me when I would need my strenght my most, but I’m trying to stay strong, still fighting against him with my words.

“I don’t need shit from you...” I say, and as to strenghten my words I turn my head back towards the bedframe.

It’s silence again, and I can still feel his gaze at me, when he moves. I think that he’ll leave me alone, maybe to finally let me die in peace, but I don’t expect his hand grabbing my hair and yanking me to face him again.

I yelp in surprise and fear, as I look at his wild eyes, no kindness left behind on his face. He snarls at me, but his voice is still, not shouting. I try to break out of his grip, but with my hands cuffed down I can’t do anything.

“I sacrificed everything to be here and the Voice told me, I need to keep you alive. So I won’t let your pride be in the way of His plan.” He says before grabbing my jaw and slamming it to the wall forcefully.

I shout out in pain, before going limp, not squirming anymore. And as if nothing happened, he lets go of my head and grabs the fork that he brought with the bowl, he puts some chicken and rice on it and waits as he holds it out for me to eat.

Still taken back from his outburst, I fight back the tears that well up in my eyes and I eye him and the fork. I still can’t make myself to move or to give him the satisfaction by eating. I know it’s my own downfall, that he could hurt me even worse, than just seconds ago, or he could leave me here without food, letting me die slowly. I want that, but at the same time, I know I can’t let that happen. Not with the chances of others being out there. Because I have a family, and if there’s even just a sligh chance of them being alive, I want to see them again.

Joseph sighs again, letting the fork fall back to the bowl. He looks away from me, then down at his hands. Eyeing the marks on them. At one his sin, Wrath, the other the tattoo of his wife. Then he looks back at me, his face no longer showing any sings of his sudden anger from before, and replaced with calmness again.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I know you need some time to get used to this new situation... As I do as well.” He looks away again, like he’s ashamed of his acts. “But until then we have to survive, and for that I need you to eat.”

I can’t help thinking that this man is insane and his moodswings will probably kill me any day now, but I hear him out and I know he’s right. Another growl leaves my stomach and that convinces me in the end, putting my pride aside as I say.

“What happened to Dutch?” My voice is a lot calmer, though there’s still suspicion in it. Joseph looks back at me, and now doesn’t smile as he answers.

“I let him go.”

I quirk up at that, and hoping that somehow the old man survived I almost ask it, before Joseph corrects himself, slowly.

“I mean... I let his body go... it’s outside the bunker.”

I try not to imagine my friend’s dead body outside the metal doors, eaten by flames or wild animals, if any survived. Then I selfishly think how I don’t want to end up the same way as him.

“I see....” I answer sadly, then look at the bowl of food still in his hands. “I’ll eat.”

I watch him grabbing the bowl quicky, trying to hide his smile, but I still notice the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

“Thank you.” He says as he lifts the fork to my lips, as if I was the one giving him the permission to eat after days without it.

---

When I finish eating - quiet sloppily, I might add, because the entire time Joseph was holding the fork, not letting my hands out of the cuffs yet - he leaves to bring the now empty bowl to the kitchen, then he returns to me with a glass full of water. I don’t fight him this time, because I’ve been feeling thirsty since the minute I woke up. When I finish gulping down the water, some drops dripping down my chin he smiles at me, glad that I finally let him take care of me, before he sits down the cup and says:

“Now, let’s get you changed.”

I look up at him with wide eyes, because it’s one thing letting someone feed you and give you a drink when you’re on the brink of death, but it’s another letting that man, an insane cultist at that change you out of your clothes.

“There’s no need for that!” I say a bit more scared than I intended to.

He looks down at me again, with sad disappointment, but hope still in his voice.

“Your clothes are contaminated enough Deputy, we have to get rid of them. You change into some new once, after we washed you from the dirt and blood.”

I shake my head, even bringing my knees up toward my chest.

“No, I don’t want to.”

I hate how I sound like a scared child, even so, because he’ll use that against me and treat me like one.

“Deputy...” He says paitently. “Now is not the time to be prude around each other. It’s not like I haven’t seen a naked woman before.”

“Yeah, is that supposed to reassure me?!” I snap back at him, trying to back away more, as he steps closer, but there’s nowhere to go when a person is tied up to a place.

“No, I guess not.” He answers, before he puts his arms on my wrists. “My intentions are clean, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuck you!” I answer angrily, trying to headbutt him, but he steps back before I could cause any damage.

He sighs again, watching me like I’m just a disobidient child.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.”

He says, grabbing something from his pocket. I look at him angry and confused, before I could register the item in his hands. So there’s no time for me to react before the contents of a small bag hits my face. The too familiar feeling of Bliss hits me, causing me to first sneeze, then my arms and legs start to go limp.

I can still register the things around me, and I try to tell Joseph to fuck off, but it only comes out like:

“Fuuughh.... oppphhhhh.”

I can feel my hands getting free from the uncomfortable cuffs after days of being chained, but not like I could use the opportunity to try and fight him. Joseph lifts me off the ground before we pass a couple of doors. I see the familiar blue light coming from one of the rooms, with the fish tank. Something I told Dutch was cute, for a man waiting for the apocalpyse. I can almost hear his voice in the distance saying.

“Laugh all you want, but once you’re down here long enough, you would want another creature with you, rather than yourself.”

“Thaaatsss suuupid...” I say back to the memory of the old man, not realizing I’m not back there with him, talking about fish tanks, and I don’t exactly register when or how I get out of my clothes, I just know that suddenly I’m freezing in the cold air, as it reaches my naked skin. I try to hide from it, got somewhere else, but I’m greeted with a stone wall. I try to turn around, but then there’s another person blocking my way.

“We’ll finish quick, then I’ll return you to your room.” The voice of the body promises, before I’m hit with a cold blast of water. I yelp out in surprise and from slight pain as the water slides to my fresher wounds. I also try to hide myself from the person, but his hands make me return my arms on the stone wall. He guides me to turn around a bunch of times, making sure that I’m all clean, before turning off the water.

At least my head starts clean up a bit from the drug, and I look more aware at Joseph, but still drugged enough to make my words into a bunch of nonsense, but I wish he understands, that by:

“I ope youv ead enough you erve...” He knows I mean ‘I hope you had enough, you perv.’

My teeth clatter together as the cold air makes my wet skin shiver even more than before, and I try to hide my private parts from him, but at least he doesn’t look really interested in me. He rather turns around, trusting the Bliss that I can’t attack him before he turns back to me with a towel. I try to snap it out of his hand, but I end up going for nothing but air, and I almost trip down on the wet floor, but he cathes me. Joseph puts the towel around my body, trying to rub along my skin to try me, but I weakly push against him. Though it’s not enough to make him stop, he decides to at least let me do this by myself.

As I shake my head slightly, trying to clear my thoughts from the Bliss I dry myself while watching Joseph gather some clothes and hand it to me after I finished. I wait for him to turn around, but he doesn’t budge. I scoff at him, turning around, to at least try to have some privacy before quickly putting up the oversized shirt and pajama shorts. I know that during the Holy War Jess came back to the bunker for her stuff, but the fact that she left the only shorts here, that had unicorns in it just makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

It’s either this or wearing nothing, I think, but it’s still humiliating enough, to wear stuff that has childish symbols on it. Not like Joseph seems to care, with him still wearing nothing but his jeans. No, I correct myself when I turn back to him, looking at his jeans... rather Dutch’s pants, as it’s slightly big for him and it’s only kept on his waist by a belt.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom as well?” He asks with a calm voice.

I can’t help myself but fight back again.

“Wha? You wanna waccch et as well?” My words returning back to almost normal, making more sense than before.

He just looks me dead in the eyes, because of course I was only joking, but he seems to be taking it seriously.

---

After going to the bathroom as well, because he insisted on not taking back to my room, until I did, I felt all my dignity leave me as I set foot in my room again, as he called it. He stops me before going any further.

“I won’t chain you to the floor again, but I insist on you wearing these still.” He says, holding the cuffs out to me.

“Fuck you.” Is all I say in return, before he snaps one of the cuffs on my wrists, then the other on the bedframe, but now so I can actually lay down on the bed.

He starts to leave the room, and before I could stop myself, I call out to him, stopping him in his tracks. This question has been bugging me since I first saw the bombs fell, and him saying all this prophetic shit, it made me wonder what he thinks:

“How long will we be down here?”

He turns his head to me, no smile or kindness on his face:

“Seven years... So I would try to be complient with me quick, if I were you. That way it’ll be better for the both of us.”

----

A/N: I’m trying to get back to writing, so yeah, this sucks :’) I hope someone out there liked it at least, and thanks for reading ♥♥

tag: @onl-you

[sammyspreadyourwings]

Ooh, this one is fun!! Okay, so I changed a few things for flow story-wise, but it should still fit. Also I did a little more world-building off-screen than I should of but... it was fun.

Escape

Roger has been told to keep an eye on certain advisors, what he isn’t expecting is for them to be so bold with sending actual assassins while they’re in the middle of court. Dressed up in their rival nation's colors ofc. He’s able to dispatch the first assassin with ease, but gets a crossbow bolt to the shoulder. The few loyal knights rush in, but Roger’s main goal is to get Freddie out of the castle.

So he takes him through the back tunnels that Brian showed them when they were younger to sneak out. He’s not surprised to see that the warlock is already halfway to the throne room. Brian takes Freddie’s arm because of course the young prince wants to get back to his people.

They don’t know how much support they still have in the castle, Roger reminds him so they have to go.

As it turns out the crossbow bolt was poisoned. Predictably, so by the time they reach the middle of the forest, no doubt thanks to Brian’s magic because he’s looking close to passing out.

Freddie is freaking out because his two cheif protectors (brothers, companions, friends, something else?) are both vunerable, and his father never really let him learn martial skills beyond wrestling and the like. And he knows the tales of this forest and about the spirits and Fae that run the woods.

When Brian finally sucumbs to his exhaustion and Roger to the poison, Freddie is sure thsi is the end for all of them because then there’s rustling in the trees. A young(?) elf stumbles through the underbrush.

“What are you doing here? Humans are forbidden here.”

“I don’t mean any harm, we don’t. My friends, they need a healer. One is badly poisoned.”

John checks over the pair, wincing as Roger’s wound grows sickly and green. He knows helping humans is a crime, but they also charish all life, so he smears on a salve on the wound and crushes herbs into the warlock’s mouth.

Then he waits, because the humans probably won’t do anything while he’s there with his weapons.

It turns out all the humans needed was the night. Elf magic and healing is far more potent than humans (even if Bri has to hesitantly explain that he has elven blood in him and that’s why he’s so good a magic becuase he’s up much faster than any human should be even without the help).

Once Roger is up, he wants to back and shore up their support and reclaim the castle. The coup needs to be settled effectively and swiftly so that the people don’t get restless. Brian argues that they need to do everything under the radar because they might not have the majority support.

John watches this for a few hours. How the two humans (or rather human and half-human) will be at eachs other’s throats back off and resume. The other human seems content to let them bicker, but every once and awhile the two arguing ones will defer to the other. It doesn’t take him much longer to realizes that this is an Important Human techincially in charge of the two bickering ones.

Then comes the army through the forest. John feels how the woods scream in terror. He takes off, surprised to find the humans come with him. His village is being ransacked by the Human Army. He takes off to fight them, and much to his surprise the warlock is with him as well.

They fight until they get overrun and then the warlock (Brian he thinks he heard) pulls him away, saying that its too late. John reluctantly agrees, a useless death his not a heroic one. Brian takes him to somewhere in the forest that he knows well, but not many know of.

“Sorry, it was the first thing that had enough of your past presence here,” Brian shrugs.

The other two appear in a shimmery mist. John sees the waystone in Roger’s hand. It must be attuned to Brian. Which is no small feat to do.

Regroup

With John’s permission, the humans (and half-human) manage to set up a rebel base of some sort. Reaching out their allies which are much fewer than he knows they hoped for. He’s also turned it into a sort of refugee camp for those of his village and other’s affected to regather in. Which technically means its a joint army for the first time in thousands of years.

Even the humans defer to him in rank despite not being an Offical Member of the Army. He guesses its because Freddie is always with him (or within eyesight of him) and Roger seems to allow his presence when he chases others away from Freddie ( “I don’t care what they say, or how long they’ve served the crown. I’m not letting anyone I don’t know or trust near him”).

No one ever tells him explicitly but he knows it has something to do with why they ended up in the forest in the first place as Roger was poisoned and Brian knocked out to near exhaustion. Not that John has any complaints, because Roger gives the same treatment to both elves and humans which strangely enough helps builds bonds.

John is also quick to learn why Roger is Freddie’s chosen gaurd, after he soundly defeated four would be troublemakers that tried to disregard his commands. He’s impressed at the speed Roger possess, almost as quick and dexterious as an elf.

Freddie on the other hand is well liked by his followers. He’s kind and caring, while a bit entitled at times, John’s never heard of a more pleasent human. When they’re with the other commanders, Freddie always makes sure to keep everyone’s voices heard (including the elves) and doens’t have much paitent for the bickering of his commanders (even if Roger has less so).

John figures that Freddie must be similiar to their council but born into this position. Humans are far more prone to greed, but Freddie earns every man’s loyalty (and John is quickly finding that he is one of them).

Then there’s Brian. The half-human warlock. Brilliant but prone to worrying and magical mishaps. John has never seen anyone (elf or human) more intune with the ley-lines of the world. Although more than once John has found himself guarding an unconsious Brian because he exhausted himself in his quest to find the things they’ll need to reclaim Freddie’s throne.

He also has the most understanding with Brian, because while the Warlock might not know their culture completely, he does know parts of it. And usually he’s pretty good at explaining why certain threads get crossed between humans and elves in their camps.

John also just enjoys the way magic wraps around Brian and makes him warm.

About three months into this entire mess John realizes that he’s sort of fallen in love with them. In elven culture, more than one lover is accepted irregardless of gender, sometimes it’s even encouraged because of low-birthrates. Humans aren’t like that, he’s found. Especially when he’s heard stories of soldiers wives making homes with those left behind.

He would like to draw away, but the three won’t let him. Everytime John wants to go on a scouting brigade, Roger will join him (ultimately leaving Freddie with Brian or bringing the prince along). John tries to organize things on the elven side, Freddie is next to him, trying to figure out ways to make their rations and supplies last longer (wait, you use the rine of the fruit? We don’t eat it, so let’s set up a collection place!). Brian, just seems to know where he is (not that it’s hard John, you’ve got a pretty specific energy).

What Brian fails to tell him, that he has to learn from one of their own Spell-weavers is that he has a specific energy that matches the others. Not that Brian knows the significgance, until said spell-weaver explains it to him. (John somewhat enjoys how humans do have boundries of things others can tell someone else).

Brian naturally tells Freddie and Roger. John has to sit through a very awkward confession (because they hadn’t really thought about why they all fit together, but yeah kissing and courting each other sounds very nice). So now that they’re all on the same page of romantic love. John couldn’t be happier.

They still have a castle to seige, and that might not go well. John tries to ignore that.

Conclusion

John stays with the elves and arches during the siege and subsequent battle. Roger is on the front lines along with Freddie, and John knows he won’t stray far from the prince but he can’t actually see them to verify, and Brian is taking a group through the secret hallways of the castle to get them from the inside as well.

He doesn’t know who to be more worried about, since save for a stray arrow, he’s mostly protected. While he fells as many as he shoots arrows, he can’t shake the feeling that something might go wrong. Roger could (would. will) sacrifice himslf to keep Freddie from feeling a fatal blow. Freddie might not be able to stop a fatal blow and he and Roger got seperated. Roger could sacrifice himself and Freddie still fall.

It’s the last one that has him deffering command to second, and starting to run through the battle. 

He can’t help Brian. The warlock is too far out of his reach, but John can’t stop the thoughts of everything that could go wrong. The traitors might have learned of the passages. They could’ve collasped. Giant spiders. Someone getting too close to Brian before he can cast. Somone nullifying his magic.

“John?” Roger slides next to him.

As expected Freddie is only a few feet away from him, and Roger’s eyes are trained directly on his prince.

“Sorry. I couldn’t. I wanted to be up. I can’t.”

Roger nods and pulls the shortsword off his belt, “I know you’re good with your bow, but here.”

The three of them start carving a path towards the gates. John keeps an anxious watch on the sky waiting for the signal. So does Freddie. So does Roger.

Eventually the orange sparks hit the sky and the second phase of their plan occurs. The castle gates fall and the inside had already been routed. Except he can’t see Brian. Roger and Freddie are fine, Freddie’s already assuming his duty as now King, but he can see that they’re looking for Brian too.

John worries for a split second about what’s going to happen between elves and humans, but he’s more worried about where Brian could be.

Then he sees a curly mop of hair stumbling towards them. Exhausted but unharmed. Roger urges him to go to Brian with his eyes, because he still has to be A General and get things settled.

John can’t help but ask Brian when he wraps around  him, “what’s going to happen to this. To me?”

Brian snorts, “if you think you’re going to be able to get away from Freddie and Roger now that they have you, you’re sorely mistaken.”

“And you?” John wonders if Brian doesn’t care about him as much as the others.

“I don’t have to worry about not being able to find you again.”

[ravenbrenna09]

Hey, you are one of my favourite fic writers. If you have to take a break we will wait for you to recover. Take your time! Don't feel sorry. You are giving us storys and joy, for free. The least we can do is being paitent and supporting. I hope you get this ask. Take care!

Thank you so much for your kind words. I definitely hit a low point earlier today and I think the stress of Corona (and the fact that my school has moved to strictly online classes and that I am not really for sure how the rest of my semester is going to work out) definitely elevated my stress to an all-time high and I was hit like Robbe in Dinsdag 12:12 and I couldn’t stop the tears even if I wanted to. 

I’m definitely still going to try, go one scene at a time, but thank you for being patient with me. I’m on break right now, so I’ll definitely have more time to relax without pressing deadlines. Ironically, breaks stress me out even more than normal school time because I always feel like I have to be doing something.

Once again, now that I’ve poured my heart and my soul out to you and gave too much information about myself like I normally do, thank you so much for your kind words. I definitely don’t think I’m stopping for a long time, maybe a day or two play Pokémon Shield again to relax before I go back into the angst heavy Childhood Friends AU or planning for my Hogwarts AU/my binge-session of wtFOCK. 

But, I’ll come back. 

With a vengeance. 

And, probs break some hearts along the way (with my stories) but don’t worry I’ll break my own heart as well (so we’re even!)

[momolady]

Monster Valentines #3

"Hello momo!! Happy to see you have dates available for us and our loving monsters~ I was hoping to have something between senthia and lorelai again~"

Senthia lit the candles on the table. Lorelei admired how elegant her hands were and how fluidly she moved. She then looked over Senthia’s clothes, the low cut blouse she wore that showed off the perfect curve of her breasts. Lorelai’s cheeks burned and she glanced down at her plate.

“Why so shy all of a sudden?” Senthia asked with a curious smile.

“I don’t know,” Lorelai replied. “It’s all very nice.”

Senthia chuckles softly and dipped her head down. “You certainly look very lovely tonight.” She reached around the table and took Lorelari’s hand. She kissed her palm then wrist, slowly kissing up her arm until her lips were on her neck and ear.

“Senthia, the food,” Lorelai moaned. “It’ll get cold if you keep this up.”

“I don’t mind,” Senthia placed a soft, warm kiss to her lips. “The meal I want is always nice and warm for me.”

Lorelai’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Senthia!” She whined.

Senthia’s smirk grew and she bit Lorelai’s neck gently. “You know it’s true. I dunno why you continue to play so coy with me everytime. It’s a romantic day. Why not play along?”

Lorelai swallowed and slowly reached out before forecfully pulling down Senthia’s top so her breasts spilled out. She then dipped down, biting and sucking on Senthia’s breasts in retalition.

Senthia grinned and hugged Lorelai’s head so it squished between her breasts. “That’s my girl.”

"Hallo, hopefully it isnt too late for a Valentine Date. Tall, Curvy girl with a passion for fairytales, trying to double major in Folklore and Creative Writing, seeking a man 💜💜"

You’re led into the big top where there is a table set up usually where the stage is. As you walk down between the rows of seats you see the giant red ribbon drop down from the ceiling. Avo spills down on the ribbon, twiling and spinning until her lands right down before you. He take your hand kissing it before he smile at you.

“You always do know how to make an entrance,” you giggle as your cheeks start to burn.

“I always aim to impress,” Avo tugs on your hand, leading you over to the table where he has dinner waiting along with drinks and candles. “But I figured a few stereotypes are always fun.” He then hesitates as you take your seat. “Wait, something is missing.” He hums and taps his chin. He then snaps his arm out and with a flick of his wrist he snaps his fingers.

You watch him with curiosity wondering what the flashy posing was for. You then see petals falling. You look up and gasp. Roses start flowing down from the ceiling. Red and white roses float down all around you. Avo then takes your hand as music starts to play.

“Shall we?”

You nod and take his hand and he puts his arms around you. You sway to the music before laying your head on his shoulder. He smells good, a little spicy with a lot of rose.

“Do you like it?” Avo asks.

“I do,” you lift your head to smile at him. “This is really sweet.”

Avo catches your chin and kisses you. “There’s more waiting once dinner is done,” he whispers into your ear. “Something very special. Although I know you’re not very paitent.”

You squeak and hold tighter on to him. “Ok,” you whisper. “I can wait I guess.”

I was actually hoping for a nsfw poly date with one of your monsters and myself and my husband. Maybe a hyena girl or something. I love ladies with penises. I am on the short side and definitely a heavier set girl. I have pale olive skin and short kinda curly hair. It's bleached blonde but a faded pink so it's kinda peachy. My husband is tall and kinda lithe. He has brown hair and brown eyes and is your average guy. He's a gamer and very loving and I'm a talker and an artist. As for dates. Our staple is dinner out but we love all kinds of stuff :3

She planned the date to hopefully impress the both of you. You had met her when she had accidentally bumped into you and your husband outside the coffee shop. She spilled your coffee and helped you mop up and bought you a new one. The lovely Gnoll girl had since been someone both you and your husband wanted to spend more time with.

She picked you up that evening, having rented a great big pickup truck. She drives out to the scenic outlook where she parks the truck and then shows you the picnic she had ready in the back of the truck. She has blankets and pillows ready and then pulls out a picnic basket full of wonderful homemade goodies. She also had champagne that didn’t seem to end.

“So what now?” your husband asks after the food is gone.

“I was thinking a sandwich,” the hyena girl smirks as she snuggles up close to you. “Nothing too special, just something nice and fun.”

Your cheeks burn and look over at your husband as you start to kiss the hyena girl.

For a Valentine I would love nothing more than a dinner date w Booker. I wanna dress up all nice and spoil him cuz I know itll just make him an adorable stuttering mess. <3 (Im 510 w short brown hair and hazel eyes) the same personality from the original fic (she/her)"

Something had gone out of order during the date. You had intended to do the wining and dining, but the two of you never seemed to get to it. You were excited to have him over, to show him a good time and take care of him for the evening. You had drinks planned and was going to show him the cute lingerie you had picked out. Instead, as you were giving him a tour a little detour happened in the bedroom. Booker could barely speak as you pushed him down on the bed. His gears whirred and he was gasping anf stuttering as you took him. You woke up, smelling coffee as Booker brought it to you in bed. “Day late,” he replies and presses his screen to your cheek as a kiss. “But Happy Valentine’s day.”

"For the Valentines date <3 Im a 5 foot tall curvy girl, with short black hair and big thighs. Id like a nsfw date with a big orc if thats alright! Something casual like chocolate and a movie at home, Im not that great with romantics... heres 2 coffees, I hope thats enough!"

You were waiting outside, anxiously tapping at your phone as you were waiting on your date to arrive. A friend of yours had set you up, they worked together and she said he was a really great guy. A car then pulls up and you watch as the orc steps out, carrying the biggest boquet of red and pink roses you’ve ever seen.

“Cynric?” You ask as you stand up.

He smiles and walks to you. “That’s right.” He’s so tall and handsome, you feel like a chipmunk standing next to a bear. “You look amazing.” He runs his fingers through your curls. “Your friend didn’t do you justice.”

Usually having a man undress you with his eyes would set you off. But the way Cynric paid special attention to each part of you made you feel excited. Your cheeks burned and you took his hand instead of the roses.

“What do you have in mind for tonight?”

“I have a reservation for us, after that, its all up to you where you want the night to go.” He puts his arm around you and allows you to snuggle into his warm, strong side.

“Sound fun,” you bite your lip, hoping the two of you will end up being this close all night.