#it is to be noted that he was scared of monsters so he joined so he could protect himself

[luffydotcom]

worst fears

synopsis: one piece characters worst fears in a relationship feat: straw hats (luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji, robin) + ace and law warnings: angst + slight spoiler for ace's past notes: i honestly was a bit stuck for law's part so bear with me PLEASE also yeah not me finally posting things after ages sorry pookies

luffy

losing you.

LUFFY'S worst fear is that when worst comes to worst, he won't be able save you when you need him the most.

although he always tries to protect you, LUFFY has experienced losing loved ones before because he wasn't strong enough, and he never wants it to happen again. he loves everyone in his life so much, especially you, and never wants to lose them. but what if one day he slips up and the cost is losing you forever?

zoro

not being able to protect you.

ZORO'S unwavering loyalty to those he cares about means that he has made it his sworn mission to protect them at all times. in fact, that's practically his main role in the crew - to protect everyone from danger, so he believes he has to always do this right.

he works hard to protect those he cares about, and would never be able to forgive himself if he let something happen to you or was too late to protect you from danger.

he can't predict the future and he can't guarantee your safety at all times, and he hates it. he knows how unpredictable life is and that anything could happen at any moment, which makes him scared of what could happen to you.

nami

being powerless when you need her the most.

NAMI knows what it's like to have no one there to save you or protect you when you're in pain, suffering or in danger. thankfully, she found her way out thanks to her friends, but what if she can't help you?

when it comes to someone she cares about, she can't just rest easy when they need help because she hates seeing those she loves in pain. despite what people think, she would be ready to go above and beyond for someone she loves. she wants to do whatever she can as soon as she can to help you, and she fears that something could happen and make this impossible for her to do.

usopp

being replaced by somebody else.

USOPP wants to believe that he's just the guy you need, but he can't ignore his insecurities that tell him that he's useless and weak all the time. and this feeds into his biggest fear when being with you.

while you don't have an issue with his flaws, to him, his 'negative' qualities and weaknesses mean that he is easy to abandon. he feels like you being with him is just holding yourself back from something - or someone - better.

his worst fear is that you'll have had enough of the 'weak' parts of him, and that one day, you'll get tired of him and just replace him with someone else.

sanji

being a burden to you.

SANJI doesn't just love you - he practically worships your entire being and sees you as flawless and capable of no wrong. he sees you as someone who deserves only the best and nothing less. in comparison, he sees himself as someone who deserves basically nothing.

although you offer warm smiles in his direction and constantly assure him how much you care about him, he can't possibly understand how you could ever love a 'failure' like him.

he hates himself for thinking it, but he sometimes is afraid that your feelings are just fake or out of pity for someone like him. his biggest, worst fear is that he's just a burden to you and someone you're wasting your time on - and that and one day, you'll let him know it by just leaving him for good.

robin

you giving up on her.

ROBIN'S worst fear, in a way, is a little similar to sanji's. she doesn't want to be a burden to you because she can't forget how she was treated her whole life. people around her treated her like a nuisance and a monster just for her existence and where she came from, making her feel like she had nowhere to belong.

it's something she's been trying to unlearn ever since joining the crew, and she knows it's not very likely, but her worst fear is that you won't see her as someone worth fighting for, protecting, or loving anymore. instead, you too will see her as someone who doesn’t belong anywhere.

she's afraid that you'll see her just as how everyone has in her past - a devil whose existence only brings trouble to everyone.

ace

you stop loving him.

ACE has always felt like love is something that needs to be earned, especially for him. sometimes, he can't even believe how lucky he is to have someone like you - someone who doesn't care about the blood that flows in his veins because you know that doesn't matter to who he is.

however, his biggest fear is what happens if that love diminishes for good. he's afraid you'll start to be remember who he exactly is - the son of the world's biggest criminal, the pirate king himself. he's scared that you'll find him a nuisance to be associated with, and stop loving him altogether because of it.

law

disappointing you.

LAW knows that he isn't very openly affectionate and that he struggles to show his his feelings at times, making him appear closed-off and cold to others. although he does know that he really and truly loves you - his worst fear is disappointing you in the relationship because you may feel like he doesn't.

he knows what a healthy and loving relationship is supposed to look like and how other people show love, but he's afraid that he'll fail you by not being able to give you that. he hates the thought of letting you down when you deserve so much better than he is.

[ozzgin]

On the topic of shameless monster fuckers… Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance

The Monster under your bed loves haunting you. You see, scaring someone is an art few can master. One has to apply just the right amount of fright in order to have the poor human on their toes, yet perpetually clueless. Too much, and one risks unwanted exposure. Too little, and it wouldn’t be fun.

So, he settles for humble, yet efficient tricks. Creaks of the floor, a faint scratch underneath your bed. Did something touch your leg just now? He cackles in delight every time you jolt, or gasp, or bend over to check for the source of all these mysterious sounds. Useless.

Tonight he returns for his routine. The room is pitch black, and he drags along his grotesque limbs in skillful silence. As he lowers himself, his smirk abruptly falters, eyes wide in disbelief.

You’re lying in his very own spot, pillows strategically scattered, fingers joined together like a maiden about to say the lunchtime prayer. An impertinent smile crosses your face, cheeks dusted hot pink.

“Finally. I almost fell asleep waiting for you”, you declare, batting your eyelashes.

Was his long-standing, methodical approach flawed? Could it be? The shadow creature omitted one vital detail, one absurd possibility: that you could reverse the roles. Very well, now what? Have you come to seek your revenge? Do you truly believe you have the slightest chance against an ancient, unholy being of no creation or beginning?

Here’s another mistake - assuming your intention was that of confrontation. Thankfully he is quick to catch his own fallacy. He notes your circumstance: defenseless, curled in a tight, cramped space, with no escape. You have set yourself for failure. Before he can consider your reasoning, you pull him underneath, your small hands holding onto the cold, rugged surface of his blasphemous body.

Tonight you won’t be getting much sleep, yet for different reasons.

[More Monsters]

[kawaiialeisha]

⚠️ WH SPOILERS

WELCOME HOME APRIL 12TH UPDATE ANALYSIS

This is my analysis on the new WH update with the help of many wonderful people in my server!! ^^

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These are all in reference to the hidden Julie videos.

First video: Julie was attempting to get the entirety of Home (aka the neighbourhood) in bloom before homewarming. Julie came across a flower that hadn’t bloomed. She was trying to get it to bloom but it wasn’t talking to her nor blooming. Frank was not present while she was trying to make it bloom.

She leaves it be as Frank calls her over somewhere, promising to come back to make it bloom.

Second video: Julie seemed to have reserved that flower to show Frank and let him make it bloom with her help.

It's mentioned that rainbow monsters (like herself) have many responsibilities corresponding with nature. She references her family's motto, as if it's something to be proud of. Keep this in mind.

It's also worth noting that according to Julie, with enough positivity, the flowers will bloom by homewarming. So it seems these flowers can only bloom from happiness.

Julie stated that she can’t hear flowers that haven’t bloomed yet. Julie and Frank talk to the flower to try and get it to bloom, getting stumped. Julie attempted to solve it through her board game.

The two state:

Frank: “…No surprise chess manoeuvres! I know you’re not allowed to combine the Queen and the knight during chess, Julie! You can’t trick me again!”

Julie: “But pieces are just keeping each other company, Frank! It sounds like somebody’s just sore about losing the queen’s favourite horsey!”

I think Julie's last line means something more. A lot of these videos almost imply meanings of replacement or loss.

Third video: In the beginning of the video, Julie whispers in a serious tone “you’re still closed” twice before addressing it more clearly and happier.

She talks about how Barnaby and Howdy make fun of her a little, possibly discussing her insecurities. Julie also mentions in this video that she likes Frank the most, considering she met him first when she first came to the neighbourhood. She didn’t know anyone when she came here. She said she doesn’t exactly remember how her and Frank met, but she assumes it was when she was building her burrow. Frank fell into her tunnel. She whispers in a serious voice again to herself, “Was he mad? I don’t think he was. I think he said to me, "Are you new here? I’m new too, my name is Frank." I think he knew I was scared. He said a really corny joke to me, and I laughed.” She states she met Wally the same day, which is when she got her home. She also states she can’t say out long after dark, as they’re not supposed to be outside. The reasoning is unknown. Wally suddenly comes out of nowhere, saying in a slightly distorted tone, “Did all that really happen, Julie?” This might imply she forgot something important, which is brought up in the fifth video analysis.

Fourth Video:

Starting with the flowers POV, Julie says "it's still here" in a slightly distorted voice, referring to the flower. I used to think it was the flower talking, but it was actually Julie's inner thoughts/voices, as proven in the transcripts. It's strange that this flower's POV hears her thoughts, her negative ones too.

The POV cuts to a different one as Julie greets the flower normally: "Hello my possible petunia, it looks like you still haven't opened! Why is that?"

But then it cuts back to the flowers POV, Julie's voice getting serious again, asking, "What's wrong with you?" inside her head.

It cuts back to normal again, "I'm sorry, is it because I haven't been around as often? I promise it wasn't on purpose! I've been busy. I have a lot of responsibilities. I'm home's cheeriest neighbour!"

It's almost as if she's trying to be something of worth, to live up to her actual name. Did you catch that she didn't want to join the joyful sibling's band as a drummer? Maybe she didn't feel worthy enough, maybe she has insecurities, maybe she didn't fit in with that role, or maybe she had feelings that she shoved away to also maintain being home's cheeriest neighbour.

She begins talking about the 'Sweet Briar' play and says, "It's about a princess who falls asleep for a long time after a mean fairy puts a spell on her. Then her handsome prince comes to wake her up!" It cuts back to the flowers POV, saying inside her head, "If only it was that easy."

Again, another possible reference insecurities. Her thoughts start to be more prominent and reoccurring, getting more negative and worrisome.

Here she begins to lack self esteem, by saying she thinks she did alright and struggled a bit during the play. She also mentions how she liked letting someone else lead. She told the flower earlier in the 2nd video that she had a lot of responsibilities, so maybe it ties to that.

More signs of insecurities and spiralling from Julie. The way she fears and talks about her family's thoughts about her not being able to get a flower bloom makes me think they've possibly neglected her before? Or maybe she's avoidant so she can make a good example of herself, as she was hesitant to join her family's band.

Fifth video:

I think something happened to Julie at one point. I think it’s between her and home, maybe. (Considering I think home is trying to take control and isolate the neighbourhood from the darkness surrounding the edges of the map, as seen below)

The link to her fifth video has the words “tears”, “remembrance”, and “instability” in it. The instability part is very obvious within the video, but tears and remembrance mean something deeper I think. Tears and remembrance combined could mean a sad memory. In the video, Julie makes the excuse her family is here and she should go say hi before they leave home. She rushes over to the flower and thinks to herself, “you’re still here. After all this time. I spent so much time talking with you. I gave you everything I could.” She starts to cry in a way, then saying “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what you want, I don’t understand what the problem is.” It then cuts to the flowers POV, now inside her head again, “Was that not enough? Do you want to get me into trouble? Why are you doing this to me? Was it because of the early spring? Are you mad at me for that? I don’t know why that happened, it’s not my fault! It’s not my fault! Please, please don’t do this to me! Frank is nearby, please I’m begging you, please bloom before anyone sees you. Please bloom, please, please-“

She is now treating this flower differently compared to the first video. She's almost threatening this flower in a way, believing it will somehow get her into trouble. Almost like... something is after her.

When in the first video, it seems she had stumbled upon it for the first time, keen to make it bloom. With positivity. But all this flower is consuming are her negative thoughts.

It cuts back to a different POV where Frank is looking for her. She cusses to herself since Frank has found her. She panics, trying to not let him see the flower. She turns to the flower to tell it one last message. "You won’t be around for much longer- You’ll go away by Homewarming- I’ll never see you again, no one will, no one will ever know you were here- and then I’ll be free- I’m as good as I ever was- I’m Julie Joyful!-" It seems as if she’s insecure, incapable of being worthy. Maybe it's even an identity crisis too, as some have speculated. It also seems as if there’s been a significant event that happened in the past that she can’t remember properly. Or perhaps, a consequence. She also seems to be getting a consequence in the near future if this flower gets her in trouble somehow.

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Other thoughts with the information we know now:

Credits to @gho-zzy

Call-back to video three, remember how Wally was there? I believe he's been listening through the flower. I mean, these styles of hidden videos ALWAYS have Wally in there at least somewhere. Especially in his POV. So, he must've taken this flower's POV somehow. It might be the reason why it wasn't blooming either.

Another call-back to this image here:

You can also see footsteps leading into the forest. Perhaps this is where she goes to see the flower?

ANYWAY!! I will update this as things become available again, since the 5th video is currently down.

[creamecafe]

Can you write the headcannons where the squid games s2 men react to you flinching during a fight please

How Season 2 Squid Game Men Would React To You Flinching During an Argument

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Pairing: Season 2 Squid Game Men x GN!Reader

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, angst

Author's Note: Thank you so much for requesting! To anyone who's going through something like this, please know that you're not alone.

National Domestic Violence Hotline is 800-799-7233. They are open 24/7. Youcan also text too. Please talk to someone and get the help you deserve or possibly help someone. No one, doesn't matter big or small, man or woman deserves to be mistreated or feel like they're in danger in a relationship

National Domestic Violence

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Seong Gi-Hun (Player 456)

Stops arguing with you immediately and realizes what you might think of what he was going to do to you

He knew he changed a lot, but he never thought he would change in ways that would make you scared of him

Reassures you and tells you that he would never even think of hitting you even when he's so upset.

Young-il (Player 001)

Is used to people being intimidated by him, but by you is a different story

Never would want you ever to be afraid of him

Talks to you in a now calmer tone and apologies to you

He holds you close and kisses you, saying that he'll never put his hands on you, or even the thought of doing so would go on his mind

If he only knew of who was responsible for that in the past, he'll kill them

Thanos (Player 230) (I love this GIF of him, ok?)

Is confused at first why you flinch

Then it clicks in his head of why you did so

Were you really thinking that he would hurt you? He thought to himself

Has been hit by his mom before so he understands it all so well

Drops his smart ass, wanting to be right all the time persona and tries to make things with you

Kang Dae-Ho (Player 388)

His heart felt like it broke when he sees you flinching

He thinks you must see him as a monster, just like his dad

Steps back away from you and goes to lock himself away in his room

It seems emotionally immature to do so, but he doesn't want to take a chance to hurt you even if it's a accident

When he calms down, he hugs and cries saying he'll never raise his voice again and he's sorry for ever making you feel afraid of him

Lee Myung-Gi (Player 333)

He knows he has made big mistakes before and tries to fix them

But the action he did towards you, will never leave his mind

He never thought he could be seen as an abuser in a relationship or make you afraid of him

Making you angry or a little sad, he could live with that. But afraid?

It takes all he can to apologize to you without crying, because he doesn't want to lose you or even make you feel like he would put his hands on you

Nam Gyu

Dissociates when he realizes

Takes a few steps back to calm you down

Looks down at his and shakes of the many times you probably had in your mind if he really was going to hurt you

He shakily apologizes to you and his voice trembles that he'll never hurt you and if he does, he doesn't deserve you

Hwang Jun-ho

He's been a police officer long enough to know why you would flinch

He has had calls of domestic abuse/violence especially for women

He drops the argument like nothing and apologizes.

Before hugging you, he would ask you permission

Now he is thinking of whoever made you afraid or flinch, that he'll make them pay

Salesman/Recruiter

His expression is like in the GIF above, shocked for a moment and realizes

He reassures and says to just forget about the argument

Tells you that he would never even think of hitting you. And if he ever does or makes you afraid in any way to leave him right away

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[coldilikeit]

Yandere Batfam x Camp half-blood (Neglected reader)

DC x Pjo

Part 14

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"She wasn't yours to send on that quest, does her mother even know about this!? You can't just send kids on missions without MY permission! They're in my supervision, they're MY kids!" Mr D Yells at Hermes

He was expecting that supreme lord of the bathroom to go because of that damned hero complex and that Blondie likes adventures, but you? He thought you'd stay put, Mr D made it very clear that once you step outside the border, everything will kill you, so why would you go there?

And truth be told, you don't know why you went either, you were skilled yes. But this is your first quest oh right. This quest is undocumented and you three could die

Mr D was fine when they were just names.

Long ago when he was one of the gods above, just watching and listening to what happened, he would send his children on missions, some would succeed some won't

Some would die.

But it was fine.

He grieved for a while, he could drown is sorrows into wine, he could numb himself, but then the punishment came

100 years at camp half-blood.

He thought it'd be fine, a hundred years would pass like a blur

But it didn't.

Because now, he wouldn't just hear about the heroes who lived and died, he couldn't ignore them now. They were right in front of him, They were in his care!

At first he tried to ignore them, then he made the mistake of accidentally stumbling upon one of their camp nights, the children would tell their grievances through song, they laughed and danced, they didn't act like heroes that night, it was very disgraceful...

They acted like children.

There he made a mental note.

No more dead kids.

The morning after that he waltzed into the training grounds and looked after the children himself, he taught them how to fight, how to trick, and lastly he joined their camp nights on the head of the circle

It worked for a while, after every quest, his kids would come back, then the monsters started multiplying, the mist got so strong it even confused the demigods until it was too late and the monster got to them

A few more quests here and there, his kids stopped returning.

Five children would leave on a mission, two would come back.

And he didn't have alcohol to drown himself in, he had to face that they're gone sober.

So he had a new tactic

Just hate the bastards.

He had so many reasons to hate them, they were needy, weak and fragile, they were constantly immature needing guidance, he left the parenting work on Chiron

Then the quests stopped, one kid. Luke. Messed up so badly that quests stopped coming, the gods were too horrified and they didn't want their children to go on the same path as Lark did, Duke went blind on one eye.

And not dying while fighting an enemy was considered to be humiliating. It meant that the enemy went easy on you, and thought you weren't even worth the trouble killing

Can't they just be glad their kid isn't dead?

It was going well...

No quests equal No dead kids

Then Peter Johnson came along, started the quests again, fuck that kid, so what if he didn't even know about his origins as a hero? So what if he just wanted to see his mother? So what if he was being used as a pawn to start a war and he just wanted to live a normal life?

Percy Jackson was the brother of the man who abandoned his wife in a remote island

He hated Michael Jackson

Last but not the least you.

He hated you.

How could you!?

He walked you through everything! He even let Athena influence you by letting her bring the books on monsters so you'd be too scared to go out

But you just had to help Annabelle and Peter huh?

(Name)...

Fuck this.

You were going to be like one of them. A corpse, there's no point in remembering your name

(Wrong Name)... He was going to call you that from now on

Mr D would sometimes reminisce back on the times where he wouldn't care, back when the children were just names, now he knew they had a life, had dreams, had-

He should stop

He wants to drown his sorrows

He would like to be Dionysius again.

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Dionysius: oh the demigods? Not my problem!

Mr D: my babies death are inevitable so I have to act like I don't care enough to the point I don't remember their name so when they eventually pass away I wouldn't be hurt

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[little-fae-hero]

Linked Universe, Hero of the Four Swords

My headcanons/au ideas

Art by Atro Avis

Colored Version

Long talk/ideas under the cut. Warning for general violence, soul ripping and death. (Note: I may add stuff overtime but I will never delete from the list).

Twilight. Sky. Legend. Hyrule. Wind. Time. War. Wild.

Four (Minish Cap/Four swords). Other Nicknames: The Smithy, Blacksmith, Short stack, Minish, The Child (hates this), Smith.

Hero Titles: Hero of Hyrule, Hero of the Minish, Hero of the Four Swords, Friend of Shadows, Savor of the Minish Vaati.

God who has claim over his soul: Demise (his hold of the four swords and not breaking his mind shows his power)(Deal with Shadow).

Part of First’s soul: Wisdom/ability to adapt.

History:

Link is just a small boy, his father is a knight, and his grandfather is a blacksmith, the boy is training to be a blacksmith but has learned how to fight by his father. With the festival he and his grandfather are making a special sword for the winner. Meanwhile a little minish named Vaati is corrupted by a dark malice and becomes the villain, turning Ezro into a talking hat and turning Zelda to stone. Link takes his sword and uses Ezro magic to shrink down into the size of a minish to help get into old temples. Link is able to go through the temples and figure out how to stop Vaati and save Zelda. However, he doesn’t kill Vaati, instead it pushes the darkness out of him and locks the darkness away. Minish Vaati is extremely regretful for what happens, crying and everything, it takes Link begging Ezro to not blame the minish.

However the lock on the corrupted doesn’t stay locked for very long. With the help of a dark spirit known as Ganon, Vaati broke out, kidnapping princess Zelda. Link in desperation, pulled the fabled four sword, however the sword broke him into five different pieces, Green, Blue, Red, Vio and the undesirable dark parts, Shadow.

The four are sent on an adventure to rescue their friend Zelda, meanwhile Shadow is taken in by Vaati, slowly being coached into being a monster, one who helps turn Hyrule against the heroes. Vio, playing with his knowledge, joins Shadow's side, mainly to get Shadow to realize what’s going on. However, when Vio realized he didn’t have an option he tried to kill Shadow. Shadow eventually turned against Vaati and Ganon, holding them off for a bit but it eventually ‘killed’ him. They defeated these dark monsters and put the four swords back, but Link was never the same after that. Link made a replica of the four swords, to try and figure out what is wrong with him.

Death: Four knows he will die if he doesn’t fix his soul and ends up hunting for an answer, ending up in an old palace with Shadow. Four’s fractured soul is killing him, Shadow is scared and when a dark voice offers support for one so powerful he survived pulling the four swords, Shadow agrees. With dark magic, Four and Shadow lived but are bound to a dark palace, staying there their soul safe for the one causing it to burn.

Adult timeline: The palace is destroyed in the great flood; the magic being washed away and the soul moves on.

Child timeline: Time takes notice of the Palace but only checks out the front room, however Kishin notices the soul and quickly takes his persona of Oni and reaped them, allowing them to move on.

Downfall timeline: Because of Ganon’s magic takeover of the Palace, feeding deeper the dark magic that protects Four and Shadow. Eventually Legend finds his way to the Palace of the Four Swords. Shadow makes monsters attack Legend and Four is the boss of the dungeon, Legend does win and frees their souls. 

Interesting stuff/Headcanons:

Four was gifted a little minish feather after his adventure, he wears it as an earring.

Becoming minish size through magic allowed him to easily understand and speak their language.

Link was only about 10 years old when he went on this adventure, however the minish magic cursed him, mainly his height. After 6 years he looks like he hasn't grown a day. 

Link forgave the small minish Vaati, he was a bullied minish and was confused by the whispers of dark magic.

However, because of his time as a dark wizard, Vaati was left alone, so he stays with Four. 

Because of this, it doesn’t matter how much of his childhood and innocence is taken away, Four can always see the minish.

When he grabbed the Four sword it actually split him into five parts.

Green was the leadership, thinking cool in battle, the core of Link.

Blue is the courage, bravery, his temper and empathy for friends.

Red is his kindness, compassion, his empathy for strangers.

Vio is his wisdom, logic and just his ability for power.

Shadow is all the negative parts, bitterness, his jealousy and envy, the hatred for having to do these quests. It’s why the magic of the four swords wanted to get rid of him.

When Shadow destroys the dark mirror, it not only ‘destroys’ his form and weakens monster Vaati but makes all the colors scream out in pain.

Four once he puts the sword back is never quite fully right, only realizing the damage after he talks to Minish Vaati.

He’s horrified and tries to look for a way to find or bring back Shadow. Red is hopeful, Vio feels like it’s just wishful thinking.

Shadow is still alive, but now hiding out in four’s shadow, nowhere near enough energy to make a physical form, especially with Four using magic that mirrors the four swords. But using the sword help’s Four have some sense of control.

Missing Shadow, Four cannot feel those missing emotions (like jealousy or bitterness), once where he could feel those, now it’s just empty. Often causing sadness or anger to take its place.

Four is still a blacksmith, after all the bs that he went through, he’s given up any thoughts about being a knight.

Four sometimes stares into mirrors as that is what allowed Shadow to enter the light world, so he hopes that maybe one will allow Shadow to come back.

Because he didn’t spend either of his adventures alone, Four doesn’t like to be alone, generally he will always be around someone.

He’s also a naturally cuddler because of this, so be careful if you fall asleep by him, you may become his teddy bear.

Four seemingly has this weird ability to find small things, like keys or money.

He’s excellent at solving problems between the group, always getting them to talk to each other and hug them out.

Sky once looked at him and started crying, saying he’s sorry about his soul. It very much confused Four, but he knows something up with skyloftan.

Because he can be small, Four also finds out a lot of secrets, he learned about Twi’s secret early on and they decided to keep it between themselves.

Four did tell Time about his ability to split, mainly because some days are bad, and he needs to split and needs someone to cover for him.

Four will typically slip into using We/they pronouns for himself unknowingly. Eventually Time and Twi will say something, and he’ll correct himself.

Four main goal is to find Shadow once again.

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And my my, who is this very similar looking fellow

[theorphicangel]

“Toji, you’re gonna die if you go in there.”

The man sitting beside you huffs, his large hands gripping your controller. a lazy sunday afternoon and you both have nothing better to be doing so you get the idea of playing video games with your lover and perhaps show Toji your favourite childhood game — Minecraft.

but now you’re thinking that maybe it wasn’t the best idea.

“you’re gonna die.” you repeat watching as he leads his character in first person pov to a cave.

“die from what?” he mumbles. his limps are outstretched on the couch and you lay comfortable on his chest. you decided to play on the tv screen so you could get a better idea of explaining but in the current moment it doesn’t seem to be going so well.

“I dunno….there’s zombies, skeletons and creepers.” you note, a rise of anxiety sweeps throughout your body. he’s gonna die, you think again but your lips fail to sound the words out.

“s’okay, I got a sword.” He mutters, squinting his eyes.

“out of wood.” you deadpan, “that won’t kill them fast enough.”

Toji makes no reply, focusing on the screen.

“you don’t even have a torch—“ you speak up again but your words are interrupted when all of a sudden, Toji’s body shifts from a scare.

“fuck, what was that?”

the screen jumps with every hit and the once full red hearts begin to empty rapidly.

“you’re getting hit by a skeleton, move!”

“I’m trying!” he calls out in frustration, trying to manoeuvre out of the way.

The character on the screen attempts to run away, back to the entrance of the cave to escape. More monsters seem to emerge from the darkness, rapidly chasing after the character.

“quick!” the hearts on the screen continue to decrease with every hit. He was close to making it to the exit of the cave yet before you know it, it was too late.

A silence sits heavy over the two of you.

‘you died!”

‘Toji was blown up by a creeper.’

“I didn’t even hear that little shit.”

“that’s why it’s called a creeper, love, they sneak up on you.”

Toji mutters a few curse words, passing the controller back to you. you take it gladly and return back to then main menu to create a new world.

“let’s go on creative mode for now babe.”

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[inzaynety]

part of the job ⤫

➢ summary: after using no. 10, hoshina realizes one of the reasons behind his drive to fight. after listening, you realize the limits to your everything. 

➢ content: hoshina x fem!reader, 1607 words, non-explicit injuries, spoilers from the manga (fight starting at ch. 88 and hoshina’s past lwky), locking someone up (crack part lol), slight angst, hurt/comfort

➢ notes: yo🫸🏼🫷🏼this is more of a character analysis for hoshina and reader so i added some dialogue from the manga itself to connect it a little more (w/ reader influence ofc be we’re delulu like that)

pt. 2 - pt. 3 of slice & dice - pt. 4

Not yet. My sword is right there.

He feels like he’s floating, like his body is lighter than he remembers. But there’s no time to waste, he has to grab hold—oh. That’s why he feels that way.

His arm is gone.

Hoshina stares in shock as his blade moves further and further away, and all that’s left is him and his thoughts. He can’t feel himself moving; he can’t feel himself breathing. 

If he were his brother, he would have been able to switch over to his firearms without a worry and take down the Kaiju just like that. For crying out loud, this was a smaller one. This should have been easier for him. His father and the first commander he trained for, didn't need his particular set of skills. 

And you—what were you doing there? He knows he’s dying, and he knows this is what people might see before they go. But how cruel is it when it’s your own lover staring back at you?

If he were you, what would he do? 

He’d take your other hand and shove his blade back in there, probably complaining about how hard to hold Izumo tech made them, more so than the guns at least. And he’d push you to keep on fighting even if neither of you knew you’d make it back.

Why? Because he knows how much you love your weapon. He knows how much you trained with that old thing more times than he can count. And he knows it’s the same for him.

A jarring laugh takes him out of his thoughts. Hoshina gasps and clenches his left fist, then his right. His arm was still there.

How was that?! I totally fended it off!!

That son of a bitch Kaiju No. 10.

You can’t listen.

Having been injured in a previous mission yourself, you were pretty much banned from joining the fight anywhere. Your division knows that despite whatever persona you had as their commander, if there was a place you’d want to be, you’d be there no matter what.

The only thing you could do now, however, was send your vice commander and platoon leaders off before settling into your office and waiting. The control room was only a corridor down and from the messages you’d been receiving, your team was doing just fine. 

You just didn’t know if he was. The First and Third had their fair share of strong opponents but it doesn’t seem like they ever caught a break. Even if they were going to be using Kaiju powered suits and weapons, that was never going to be enough, was it?

You only had the call with Okonogi to go off of and had placed yourself on mute so as not to distract her from her job. But it scared you instead upon hearing the Third’s own shouts and cries of their vice commander’s name.

Your finger hovers over the red button after a particularly devastating yell until an alarm blares in your office. 

“Commander! There’s a situation with Mizutani’s Platoon!” 

Without hesitation, you lift your finger off and connect it to your in-ear, placing your phone in your pocket before rushing to the control room. 

Why is it that even though I’d lose and lose, I never stopped swingin’? Why is it that even after being told I should give up time and time again, I never stopped fighting?

He stands unwavering on an equal level with Kaiju No. 10 sitting in front of him, waiting idly for his answer.

“To beat my brother.”

No.

“To hold on to the one thing I’ve got goin’ for me.”

No!

“To fulfill my duties as vice-captain.”

Quit trying to put up a front!

Hoshina doesn’t know what the monster wants to hear, but he knows they don’t have much time right now. No. 12 is much stronger than No. 10 was and he can’t imagine what would happen if he failed to neutralize it now. Only he could do something about it but now he was utterly lost. What could he do?

The world around him steadies and he blinks. Oh.

“Because swingin’ the sword...”

Kaiju No. 10 doesn’t move. 

“...is fun.”

No. 10 grits its teeth, veins popping against its skin as it rises, its eye peeking from the cross-shaped hole in its head.

That’s right.

You’re pacing back and forth, receiving poorly concealed glances sent your way by your own division. It felt like an eternity from the time you were called into the room to the time of any other update from the Third Division. This can’t be healthy.

You hate thoughts like this. They give you doubts. Doubts about things you can’t control by yourself, nor can you even if you were given the wheel. It’s not in your place to stop him or abandon your post just for him. You wish you could split yourself in half and not worry so much, but wouldn’t it be easier to find a way to get rid of that worry? What about–

“Vice Commander Hoshina has neutralized No. 12!!” Okonogi announces that you can hear it through your in-ear as well as your control room’s speakers. Your team lets out a collective cheer and sighs of relief as you visibly relax, reaching into your pocket to hang up the call. 

On the monitors, every platoon leader and officer worked with pride and neutralized their own Kaiju with ease from the moral boost that, among Shinomiya and Gen’s victories, had given them. Everything was going to be fine. 

But the piercing eyes of those thoughts stay in the back of your head.

His whole body is sore and hot when he wakes up. The smell of fresh linen and alcohol comes to his senses and when he opens his eyes, you’re right there in front of him. Hoshina’s surprised but he’s also imagining the look on the medics faces seeing you rush through the halls like he knows you did.

“Sweet–” You punch his better side and he yelps. He tries to retort at the action but one look at your face has him holding it in. 

“Dumbass! Stupid. You were—god, I swear I’m locking you up and never letting you see the light of day.” But then you’re gently pressing your face against the same arm and letting out the deepest sigh you had been keeping in. His expression softens as he brings his hand up to pat your head. 

“Not even congratulations? Good job?” You were probably aware of how much he overheated his suit and definitely aware of how he was using the prototype No. 10 suit, so that did not help in extinguishing your worries. Yeah, he was reckless alright.

Tears start to form in your eyes and while you’re grateful that your face is hidden from his sight, Hoshina knows you better than that. You must have been so worried for him while being preoccupied with your own division and everything. It was so, so hard. Your grip on the back of his pillow doesn’t go unnoticed.

The sudden thoughts hit you again and guilt runs through you. How could you think that?

“Hey–” Hoshina starts as now you’re crying, holding onto his arm with a grip just a tad lighter than the one you have on the cloth behind him. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You weren’t one to cry so much, at least not lately. He made that a mission for himself. 

You only shake your head, allowing yourself to be moved by a man more hurt than yourself into his arms as he comforts you. His warmth is there, his heart is beating, and his words are spoken right into your ear to tell you he’s there. He’s alive, he’s fine. 

But what if he wasn’t? What if he didn’t make it out of there?

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, juxtaposed with the hands lifting your face to get you to focus your attention on him. “I’m right here.”

You should be here comforting him, not the other way around. Of course, your Soshiro would be the one to do this, though. You raise your eyes to him and come to the realization of the utmost contentment you’ve ever felt. Something you’ve always felt with him.

Of course, your Soshiro.

It takes a few moments but you’re able to calm yourself. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, and waits patiently in case you want to say something, even if it is nothing at all. 

“I…” You can’t pick out your words right away, “...felt like I couldn’t do anything. Watching you like that. Soshiro,” he’s hanging onto your every word, “I thought that if, just for a second, you weren’t in my life, maybe it’d be easier to not feel like that.” Even coming from your own mouth, it sounds too harsh and too horrifying to say out loud. His hold falters, you can feel it, and you’re immediately wracked with more guilt. 

“But–”

“That’s okay.” Is what Hoshina answers first, stopping you. His hands on your face grasp you more and bring you closer to his. “I’d like to think I know ya enough to know what ya want to say. Maybe ya don’t know it yet.” The glint in his eyes are back, earning an automatic roll of your eyes. 

He’ll tell you later how much you helped him. 

“There’s my girl.” He places a kiss on your nose and rests your foreheads together. “Besides, ya can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You’ve helped him so much more than you think.

“I’ll always be here.”

©inzaynety 2024

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Time to bloom

Written for round one of the @steddiebingo

Prompts: Spring and Mutual Pining

Rated: T

Words: 2,348 [also on AO3]

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy; Alternate Universe - Soulmates; Half-elf Eddie; Bard Eddie; Paladin Steve; Mutual pining; Getting together; First kiss; Fluff; Idiots in love

Notes: Today's challenge over at @st-loveconfessions was to write a ficlet inspired by an artwork, and I immediately thought of this beautiful fanart by @starthecozy. I know you like my fantasy AUs, so I hope that this one will make bring a smile to your face! ❤️💐

“So, what's the plan?” 

Steve looks up from the ale he's been sipping for the past hour or so to find Robin walking into the tavern. As she slides onto the barstool next to his, her eyes flick from his face to the colorful bouquet of spring flowers sitting next to his glass. 

“Are you actually going to go out there and give them to him? Or are you gonna let them wilt again?” 

“Shut up,” Steve grumbles. He knows she won't, and she knows he knows it, but she also knows it's not really her he's annoyed with. “I'm getting to it. I'm having a drink before I go, that's all.” 

She gives him a look. 

“Dingus,” she says. “For the past week and a half, you've picked a fresh bouquet every day, and then you keep finding excuses as to why you can't go and give it to him. Your rooms are starting to look like a flower shop and I think Mrs Henderson's sheep and Hopper’s horse have been conspiring to murder you for stealing their food. And quite frankly, if I need to keep watching the two of you dance around each other for a little longer, I might join them.” 

Steve chews on his bottom lip while she snatches his glass and drains it in three long gulps. 

“This is fucking embarrassing, huh?” he mutters. “I'm a damn paladin for heaven's sake. I've slain monsters and fought dark wizards and saved the realm from darkness, and here I am, unable to bring myself to tell that stupid, pretty, loud-mouthed bard I lo- … ugh.” 

He trails off, propping his elbows up on the bar and hiding his head in his hands. 

“I can't even say it in here. I'm so pathetic.” 

A hand grabs his right wrist, gently prying his hand from his face. 

“There's nothing pathetic about being scared.” Her finger traces the outline of the bird-shaped mark on his wrist, and instantly, he can feel himself growing more calm. “For the record, though, I don't think that you have any reason to be. He's as gone for you as you are for him.” 

Steve scoffs weakly. “Yeah, I doubt that. I'm not even his soulmate, so-” 

“You don't know that,” she says. “It's not unheard of for people to have two, or more even. It's entirely possible that you are and your marks just haven't manifested yet.” 

Steve gives her a look. “We've fought side by side. He saved my life on at least three different occasions, and I his. I think we'd know by now if- hey, what the hell?” 

“Not all soul bonds are forged in the fires of battle like ours.” She lowers the hand she just flicked his forehead with, picking up the bouquet and pressing it into his hands. “Sometimes, they need time to bloom. Now go to him.” 

*

He doesn't need to search long. The melody floating over the hill behind the tavern tells him exactly where he needs to go. 

Eddie is sitting cross-legged in the crisp spring grass, plucking away on his lute and singing softly in his mother's tongue. His hair is down, dark curls moving softly in the warm breeze, revealing the tips of his pointed ears every now and then. Steve stands transfixed and watches him, thinking back on how closed-off and guarded Eddie was when they first met. How he used to hide his ears under cowls and hats, always scared to reveal his heritage. How far they've come since then. It makes a familiar, fuzzy warmth spread behind his collarbone. 

And that's when Eddie looks up and sees him standing on top of the hill.

“Well, look who it is,” he greets, face splitting into that wide, toothy grin that makes Steve’s hand clench tighter around the bouquet and sends his stomach into weird little somersaults. “Haven’t seen you around in days. What earns me the pleasure of your presence?”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Steve grumbles, forcing his wobbly legs to walk closer. “I’ve been busy.”

“Busy, he says.” Eddie rolls his pretty eyes, putting the lute aside and gesturing for Steve to join him in the grass. His voice still has the soft, melodic lilt to it that’s always more pronounced when he’s just switched out of the elven language. Steve thinks he could listen to it for hours and not get tired of it. “The sun is bright and warm in the sky, the birds are singing, and spring is in the air, but his Lordship is busy. Why must you humans always be so dreadfully serious?”

Steve rolls his eyes, plopping down into the pleasantly cool grass. “Well, we can’t all laze around and make music all day. Someone has to make sure the place is running smoothly. And besides, you’re half human as well.” 

“And on days as beautiful as this, I like to not think of it,” Eddie winks. “But thank you for reminding me.”

They sit in silence for a while, the sounds of the village wafting all around them. Eddie is right, Steve thinks. It is a beautiful day. The last chill of winter is fully and truly gone, and the air smells of life and new beginnings. The kind of day he hoped to see again, back in the dark days when all seemed lost and it looked like all of their fighting had been in vain.

“It was nice, by the way,” he finally says. Eddie stirs, gaze shifting from the rolling clouds in the bright blue sky to his face. “The song.”

“Nice, huh?” Eddie huffs softly. “What high praise coming from you.”

“I’m making you a compliment here, you dickhead,” Steve groans, secretly thinking how the song wasn’t just nice, but beautiful. Beautiful as the day all around them and beautiful as the singer. “Take it or leave it.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs, loud and unrestrained. It makes the dimples at the corner of his mouth appear, the ones that Steve wants to trace with his fingers. When he calms down, there’s a faint pink blush blooming on the bridge of his nose.

“Thank you. I’ve been working on it for a while.”

Steve perks up. “Huh? You wrote it yourself? What’s it about?”

“It’s, um- …” Eddie hesitates, suddenly absurdly interested in plucking at the young blades of grass. “It’s about love. How allowing yourself to be loved is the scariest thing, because it means giving yourself to the other person fully, without hiding anything or holding anything back. But how it’s also unavoidable, if you find the person your heart longs for.”

“That’s-” Steve says. Swallows. Wets his lips with his tongue before he tries again. “That sounds wonderful. You’ll need to translate it for me some time.” 

Eddie’s eyes flick up, locking on his, and he feels himself blush - a hot, tingling heat that creeps out from under his collar and all the way up to his cheeks. 

“I mean … only if you want to, of course. I’d never-”

“I’d love that,” Eddie smiles. “I’ll translate all the words in the song for you, a hundred times over if you want me to. Under one condition.”

“Huh?” Steve says, feeling his blush darken as he watches that smile grow more coy. “What condition?” 

“I want you to finally grow a pair and hand over those flowers.”

Steve sputters. Eddie laughs and pats him on the back as he tries to catch his breath. 

“Damn,” Steve murmurs, once he’s regained the ability to speak. His face must be shining like a beacon by now. “”Was I that obvious?” 

“Subtlety has never been your strength, big boy,” Eddie laments. “You’ve been moping around like a lovesick idiot for weeks. The entire village must’ve caught on by now. So, as your friend, I must insist you spare all of us further embarrassment and just confess your love to whatever fair maiden has caught your eye. I promise there’s nothing to be afraid of, she’d be a fool to- … what?”

Steve has whipped up his head and is gawking at him, eyes huge and incredulous.

“Maiden?” he croaks. Eddie scrunches his nose in confusion. It makes his entire face crinkle adorably, and Steve can feel a treacherous bout of laughter tingling in the warm, fluttery space behind his collarbone. “What maiden? There’s no maiden, you idiot.”

“A strapping young lad then.” Eddie waves a hand in the air between them. He’s trying to go for nonchalant, but there’s a distinctly annoyed undercurrent to his voice. “This isn’t the time to get hung up on technicalities, Stevie. I’m trying to tell you something important here. If you want to be with that person, you need to overcome your fears and take matters into your own hands, because nobody is gonna do it for you.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Apparently not.”

And then he kisses him. 

He might not be Eddie’s soulmate, but he won’t sit by and listen to him hark this nonsense about Steve running off with someone else. Not when Eddie’s laugh and Eddie’s voice and Eddie’s eyes have been all he’s been thinking of for months. 

Eddie makes a confused sound against his lips, arms flailing in surprise, and for a second or two, Steve is convinced he’s gonna push him back and demand to know what the hell he is doing. Then, he melts into Steve’s touch. His lips part ever so slightly, a shuddery sigh tickling Steve’s face, and his hands come to rest on Steve’s arms - lightly, hesitantly, like he isn’t sure this is really happening. Like he cannot believe he’s allowed to have this. It’s all the encouragement Steve needs to deepen the kiss. 

Eddie’s lips are every bit as soft as they look, the little noises he makes even sweeter than he imagined in his wildest dreams, and immediately, he finds himself wondering why he didn’t do this a lot sooner. By the time they pull apart, one of his hands has found its way to Eddie’s face, gently cupping his cheek, fingers slipping into his dark curls.

Eddie stares at him, lips pink and slightly parted, eyes round and large with surprise, and this time, Steve can’t contain the fond laugh that bubbles from his throat. 

“It’s you, you moron,” he says, because he has a feeling that Eddie needs it spelled out for him in order to believe it. “It has always been you. Since the day we met, I think.”

“But-” Eddie stutters. Trails off. His lips move silently, even though no words come out and Steve thinks with a victorious little swoop of his stomach that he has finally found a way to render him speechless. “But why?”

“Because,” says Steve, tracing the shell of one pointed ear with his finger. “You are kind and brave and funny and strong and one of the most amazing persons I’ve ever met and I’ve been trying to tell you this for weeks.”

He notices a little belatedly that his right hand is still clutching the bouquet of flowers, and with a sheepish little smile, he nudges them in Eddie’s direction. 

“These are for you, by the way. Will you accept them?”

“I will,” Eddie’s hands are warm as they close around his, that smile still soft and brimming with hesitant joy. “And, um … I also wouldn’t say no to another kiss?”

Steve is only too happy to indulge him. 

This time, Eddie is more bold, not leaving him the lead but deepening the kiss on his own accord, tongue poking out to tease lightly at Steve’s lips. Steve sighs and grants him access- 

-and that’s when it happens. 

It starts as a barely-there tickle in his left wrist, and at first, he thinks that it's Eddie’s hair tickling his skin. It's only when the feeling intensifies, spreading into his arm and all the way up to his shoulder and chest as a fuzzy, tingling warmth that he realizes it’s something else. He gasps and pulls back, heart kickstarting in his ribcage, head spinning with surprised exhilaration, because he recognizes this sensation. He has felt it before.

“Stevie?” Eddie asks, voice shaky with confusion, and Steve knows he can feel it, too. “What’s going- what is that?”

He is staring at something on Steve’s wrist, eyes huge and watery. Steve doesn’t need to look to know it will be there, but he does anyway. He wants to know what it looks like. 

It’s two music notes, delicate and entwined like dancers, in the exact same spot as Robin’s mark on his other wrist. They’re still pale, only just having appeared, but darkening even as he watches. 

“But how-” Eddie whispers, reaching out shaking fingers to trace the mark. “There’s no way- … What does that mean?”

Steve’s face is hurting from the force of his own grin. 

“It means,” he says, gently disentangling one of Eddie’s hands from the bouquet so that he can lift it between them and reveal the sword and shield blooming on Eddie’s wrist. “That I was an idiot. And also that we’re soulmates.”

He ducks his head to brush his lips against the mark, and the touch is like electricity crackling through his veins, is like the heady rush of a good wine in his blood. Eddie laughs, a shaky and surprised thing, and Steve knows he feels it, too. 

“Robin is gonna be insufferable about it,” Steve mutters. “She’s been bugging me to finally confess to you for forever, can you imagine her smug face when she sees these?”

Eddie frowns down at the marks. When he looks up at Steve, his dark eyes are glinting.

“I dunno, they still look a bit pale to me. Maybe we should wait for them to come in properly before we tell her. If only there was something we could do to speed up the process …”

Turns out Robin was right, Steve thinks as they tumble down into the soft grass together, exchanging whispered confessions of love between more laughter and kisses. 

Sometimes, love needs time to bloom. 

More Steddie Bingo

[wintfleur]

ꔫ clingy lover and sunrises

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( what’s better than watching the sunrise with your pretty boyfriend? )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; kissing. wc; 3k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this is totally based off this tiktok, I watched it and fell even more in love with lando, didn’t even know that was possible. I’m not fully happy with the ending, i feel like it’s rushed. But I do hope you enjoy it! Cant wait to write more of lando, I have a longer lando fic in the works! I think soon I’ll open my requests )

 You were lying in bed waiting for your boyfriend to get out of the shower and join you in bed, when you saw the TikTok. You were a resident and happily lived on LandoTok or whatever it was called. You loved watching all the edits of your boyfriend the fans would tag you in, the captions were always so creative. It was also hilarious seeing all the replies you would get when you would comment on them, sometimes you would even tag Lando, that's when it really got fun. 

You were doing your daily Tik Tok scroll checking all the edits you were tagged in, liking and commenting on a few that were of you and Lando. You stopped on a TikTok, a smile forming on your sleepy face when you hear his voice. You weren't familiar with the video they were clipping, listening to him say that he sleeps in more and doesn't see the sunset much, makes your eyes widen with an idea. What your boyfriend said was true, he really did sleep in a lot. Wouldn't it be romantic to watch the sunrise with him? You think with a smile. 

You click onto the comments and your smile widens when you see all the comments, most of them being about how good he looks, he did really look good. You giggle when you see a comment saying “I mean can you blame him for being tired, I would be too if y/n was my gf ;)” oh god you loved Lando’s fans. 

“What are you giggling about?” Your boyfriend's teasing tone brought you out of your trance of looking through the comments. You hear the satisfying click of you turning off your phone and you look up just in time to see your boyfriend walking out of the bathroom and jumping into the bed and laying on his stomach next to you. You set your phone on the bedside table and bring your hand to play with his newly blow-dried hair. Lando lets out a hum of appreciation at your touch. 

“Your fans are pretty funny” you whisper as you move to lay on your side, facing him. Lando opens his eyes and breaks out into a smile when the two of you lock eyes. He also moves to lay on his side, he brings one of his hands up to grab yours that was still playing with his hair. You watch as he brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your palm before he brings it under his chin, snuggling it. 

“Will you tell me about it tomorrow? I can't keep my eyes open” Lando's sleepy voice makes you want to squeeze him, he's just so adorable. You move your hand that Lando isn't clinging to and move some of his hair from his face. Your eyes looking over your boyfriend's face, watching as his eyes flutter close and his face snuggle closer to his pillow. 

“Yeah, I'll tell you all about it” you tell him with a smile, your mind thinking about your idea for tomorrow. You make a move to sit up, but you halt your movement when you feel Lando pull you back, you look to see him giving you a frown. “Where are you going?” 

“I'm just going to turn off the light” You giggle quietly, sleepy Lando was absolutely adorable. Lando lets out a huff before letting go of you, you get out of bed and walk over to the wall and turn off the light switch, quickly rushing back into bed and getting under the sheets. Turning your head to face Lando when he lets out a chuckle. 

“It's so cute how you still get scared that a monster is going to grab your feet from under the bed” Lando laughs as he scoots closer to you and wraps his arm around your midsection, resting his head next to yours. You look at him, the moonlight peeking through the curtains illuminated his face just enough for you to see him, he was so beautiful. You softly nudge him with your hip before saying “So do you.” 

“Goodnight baby” Lando mumbles and snuggles closer to you after he lets out a tired chuckle from your words, he was so close that you could feel his breath on your neck. You let out a hum and close your eyes, the sound of his soft breaths lulling you to sleep. “Goodnight Lan” 

You were used to waking up early, so you had no problem waking up at 6 am, 25 minutes before the sunrise. Thinking about your plan last night you thought it would be super easy to do, completely forgetting one thing. Your clingy boyfriend. When you woke up the first thing you noticed was the soft breaths of your boyfriend on your neck and the tight grip he had on your waist, your legs intertwined. If you weren't so determined to have a sweet morning with Lando, you would have closed your eyes and went back to sleep, enjoying your boyfriend's touch. 

So, you ignored the voice in your head telling you to stay in bed in Lando's arms, and you carefully and slowly detach yourself from him and get out of bed. You have to stop yourself from leaning down and softly peppering your boyfriend's face in kisses when you see the sleepy pout on his lips. You grab your phone off the bedside table before quietly walking out of your room, surprised that you didn't wake him up. 

You quietly hum to a tune that has been stuck in your head as you walk through your apartment. You turn on the light switch to the kitchen before setting your phone on the counter and walking over to the pantry to pull out some ingredients. You moved across your kitchen quietly, being careful not to make too much sound and wake up Lando, and before you knew it you had two hot mugs in your hands. One hot chocolate for you, and one hot tea for Lando. 

Your sock covered feet softly padded against the hallway of your apartment as you walked slowly, careful not to spill any of the drinks and careful not to drop your phone that was squeezed between your armpit. When you walk into your room your eyes immediately go to your bed, where you see Lando holding onto your pillow, his legs all sprawled out and still asleep. You carefully set the two mugs on your bedside table, along with your phone before sitting at the side of your bed, facing your sleeping boyfriend. 

“Lando love, it's time to wake up” You spoke sweetly as you brought your hand up to his hair, softly playing with his curls, being careful not to get your fingers stuck in his messy hair. You only get a reaction from him a few moments later when he lets out a tired groan and nuzzles his face into your pillow, a muffled no passing through his lips. You can't help but giggle at his cuteness. 

“Lando please, i want to show you something” You continue to play with his hair, your thumb softly caressing his cheekbone, luring him out of his sleepy state. Lando lets out another tired groan as he rolls onto his back, his right hand moving from under the pillow to rest on your bare thigh. You watch as he flutters his eyes open, blinking a few times to get the tired out of his eyes. 

Lando yawns before looking up at you with a small smirk, his morning voice deep “Say please again.” 

“Please get up my love” you sweet talk with a smile, leaning down and peppering his cheek and jaw in soft doting kisses. Lando smiles and closes his eyes, a tired chuckle escaping his lips at the feeling of your lips on his face. He moves his hand that was at his side and his hand that was on your thigh and wraps them around your waist. Pulling you down against him. You let out a surprised giggle at the sudden pull. Your face flush against his neck. 

“Only because you asked so nicely” Lando whispers as he kisses the crown of your head, one of his hands moving up to play with your hair. You knew you had to get up, and you knew the longer you snuggled with Lando; the harder it would be to get him up. But his arms were so comfy, he was so warm and smelt nice, you nuzzled your face into his neck for a few moments, closing your eyes and just relishing in the feeling of being so close to your lover. But the smell of your hot chocolate reminds you of your mission, you place a soft kiss on his neck before sitting up, trying to detach yourself from your clingy boyfriend. 

“No, it's too early, come back to bed” your sleepy boyfriend whined as he watched you get off the bed and walk over to the balcony you had in your room, pulling back the long white curtains and unlocking the balcony doors before opening them. The cool breeze of the early air nips at your bare legs and sends a chill down your spine. The smell of the ocean hits your nose, and the sound of the waves fill your room. 

Lando lays on his side and sits up on his elbow, his eyes not leaving yours. The moonlight was still shining, and you looked absolutely beautiful under it. So beautiful that he just wanted to grab you by the waist and pull you back to bed, showing you how much he loves you. But he noticed the determined look in your eyes and was thoroughly curious on why you woke him up so early and why you're so happy, so he stopped himself from doing so. 

You feel Lando's stare on your back, your lower, lower back. You roll your eyes with a smile before turning to face him, you watch as his eyes shoot up to your face, an innocent smile appearing on his lips once he realizes he was caught staring at your ass. You walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, crossing your legs. Lando sat up and leaned back against the headboard when he watched you pick up his favorite mug and hold it out for him. 

“So, are you going to tell me why we're up so early?” Lando asked you with a sweet smile after he took a small sip of the tea. Your mug of hot chocolate warmed your hands and soothed your body as you swallowed it. The cold breeze chills your room faster than you expected. Lando notices goosebumps on your bare legs and uses the hand that wasn't holding his mug, to cover your legs with the blanket. 

“I saw this tik Tok about you last night” You start as you set your mug back on the side table, licking your lips. Lando raises his eyebrow as he takes another sip of his tea, curious on where this was going to go. There was no way he could guess what the tik Tok would be about. 

“You were saying how you sleep in more so you don’t get to watch the sunrise, so I thought that maybe we could watch the sunrise together” You finally confessed your plan, your hands playing with the blanket covering your lower half. It was silent for a few moments, besides the distant sound of the ocean and you watched as a big smile spread on your boyfriend's lips, him setting down his mug too. 

“Fuck you’re so cute” Lando cooed as he stopped leaning against the headboard, sitting up so he could be closer to you. He took your hands that were playing with the blanket and intertwined his fingers with yours, his eyes not leaving yours. You could see a faint blush forming on his face, but Lando couldn't help it. He loved when you planned cute things like this, it made him feel so loved.

 Lando leaned closer to you and softly pecked your lips quickly before saying “I would love to watch the sunrise with you baby.” 

You smiled widely and leaned closer to him, unlacing one of your hands with his and cupping his cheek. Softly caressing his cheek with your thumb before you close your eyes and sealing your lips in a kiss. Lando eagerly kissed you back, his hand that was holding yours moves to hold onto your waist, pulling you closer to him. You took charge of the kiss, finding yourself getting lost in the taste of your boyfriend's lips. 

It took everything in him to pull away from the kiss, breathing heavy against your lips as he whispered, “If you keep kissing me like that, we’re going to miss the sunrise.” 

The bashful smile you give him in response makes him giggle and softly kiss the tip of your nose before saying “c'mon, let's get comfy.” 

After another cold chill came through the open balcony doors, the two of you decided that it would be better to stay in bed and watch, instead of sitting on your balcony. After a few minutes of trying to find the best position and many giggles, you finally found the perfect position. 

“This is nice” Lando spoke quietly as he glanced down at you, before looking back at the changing color sky, the orange slowly peeking through. Lando sat in the middle of the bed while you sat between his legs, leaning your head back against his chest and cuddling one of his arms to your chest. His other arm at his side, his hand absentmindedly caressing the skin of your side, under your (his) shirt. 

“What, being behind me?” You responded in a playful tone. 

“My favorite place to be,” Lando says in a flirty tone, leaving a wet kiss on the side of your forehead. You smile and tilt your head to look up at him, the sunrise rises, and an orange glow appears on his face. He was so pretty; you could stare at him forever. Lando felt your stare and looked down at you, a shy smile appearing when he saw how you looked at him. With so much love. 

“You're supposed to be watching the sunrise, not me baby” Lando teases you playfully, nudging you softly with his leg. He was silently praying that you couldn't feel or hear how fast his heart was beating, it wasn't fair how flustered you could make him. 

“I can't help that I have such a pretty boyfriend,” you replied, copying Lando’s flirty tone from earlier. You could feel his beating heartbeat against your chest, the rhythmic beat was comforting. Your fingers were absentmindedly tracing random patterns on his arm, your focus was on the changing color sky. It was so peaceful; the smell and the sound of the ocean was soothing. And the warmth of being held by Lando made it even better. 

Lando didn't reply, his eyes were on the sky and the ocean. It was a beautiful sight, a sight he definitely would want to see again, preferably with you in his arms again. He didn't think that he would find watching the sunrise so enjoyable, but he was pretty sure the reason why was his pretty girlfriend that was in his arms, and the fact that you planned this. 

“We should do this again” Lando whispered, his hand on your hip rising to caress the skin of your stomach, smirking to himself when he felt the goosebumps appear on your skin from his touch. He loved how reactive you were to his touch, but to be fair he was the same way with your touch. 

“Tomorrow?” You ask him, tilting your head to look up at him, a teasing smile on your lips. You already knew his answer, your boyfriend loved his sleep. And seeing by the way he nervously giggles and bites his lips; you knew you were right. 

“Uhh, maybe the day after?” 

“Okay, the day after” you say between your own laughter, tilting your body a little so you could face him more. Lando’s hold on your midsection tightens and he pulls you closer to his chest. Lando’s attention on the sky quickly changes when he sees the smile on your face, you look so happy. He couldn't look away, he watched as you rested your head on his chest, you were still staring at the now ending sunrise, the light from the sun creating an orange glow on your face. He smiled when he noticed you playing with his bracelets, a habit that you had picked up on the few years you have been together. 

“I love you” Lando whispers in your ear, his tone full of love. You look away from the now blue sky to your boyfriend, locking eyes with the most beautiful eyes you've ever seen. You smile and let go of his wrist, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. Lando can see the look in your eyes, so he leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss, you pour all of your love into that kiss, wanting him to feel it all.

 Lando hesitantly pulls away, resting his forehead on yours as you both try to catch your breath from the kiss. You open your eyes and look up at him, your thumb gently touching his bottom lip causes him to open his eyes and look down at you. 

“I love you more” You whisper back, a smile on your lips. Lando breaks out into a smile and wraps both of his arms around your waist and laying back, causing you to lay on top of him. A surprised yelp escapes past your parted lips at the fast movement and Lando can't stop the laughter from spilling from his, when he hears the cute sound. You hide your face in his chest in embarrassment, but when you hear Lando let out a snort you are quick to join him in laughter. 

And in that moment of the two of you cuddling and laughing at each other, you silently thanked that TikTok. Because they created a memory that you would never forget.

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan )

[milkshakesmoothiee]

Can I request Ranpo and Dazai, Chuuya with Reader who has a lion as a pet? Like literal big lion who is really chill?

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐠𝐬

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐭. 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 // 【ＳＦＷ】 // 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ! Check my request page for more !

A-NOTE: I'm sorry I'm taking forever to write on these🥲 writers block got me on a chokehold canon

❝Ranpo Edogawa❞

Okay. Let's be real for a moment. This man is flabbergasted at first.

Whether you're an agency member, a client, an enemy or a civilian, he will try to avoid all contact

Although he's very good at hiding the uncertainty

Now you might be wondering, well he's doing just fine with Atsushi's ability or Karl. THATS DIFFERENT

Karl isn't a terrorizing monster that can literally commit mass murder.. maybe.

And Atsushi's ability is under control

It takes him a longggg time to actually befriend you because he's literally done all the calculations and soon realized that one stupid comment and he'll probably be fed to the lion(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

So he's actually very careful around you, which everyone has noticed.

When he does manage to realize how much calmer of an animal the lion can be, he's calmed down a little more..

Eventually it will get to the point where he's completely fine with feeding it some random snacks he'll have

But understand. He will NEVER come into physical contact with the lion.

Yes he can trust Yosano with the outcome BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE WANTS IT TO HAPPEN IN THE FIRST PLACE

If you get into a romantic relationship with Ranpo, this won't change. He'll always have the lion sleep in another room

One night, in the middle of the night, the lion jumped onto your shared bed, and Ranpo legit wanted to cry but held it in

Do not leave this man alone in a room with your lion because he will legit flip out and ignore you for the rest of the day and won't forgive you(⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠)

❝Osamu Dazai❞

I'm convinced that this man was contemplating if he wanted his death to be at the hands of your animal

But immediately put down the idea at the thought of pain

I think he'd be fascinated by your lion, such a vicious and strong animal can also be very calm

Dazai tried to use the animal as a few pranks on Kunikida, it backfired since Kunikida already knew how calm the lion was

And the lion was probably just a litttttle too lazy to help with execution as it just laid there watching Dazai get beaten the crap out of him

He's not exactly scared of the animal but will keep distance

He's used to seeing so many terrifying things in the world that a lion is not going to be one of those 'running out of the room with it near' situations

He's also used to Atsushi and his ability so yeah

Now if he got into a relationship with you..

Imagine coming home to seeing your animal all dressed up with Dazai just being like "Welcome back!" as he runs at you with wide arms

"WHAT DID YOU DO-"

You don't know how to take the situation with Dazai and your animal. He's says he's not too interested in the lion and would rather keep distance but then you'll find him snoozing against the lion like a pillow

❝Chuuya Nakahara❞

I can imagine joining the Port Mafia and Chuuya is assigned to help you with introductions or something

"hey I'm here- WHAT THE FU-"

He's 100% caught off guard and stepping back

"THATS A LION"

"yes"

But he's also gained a lot of respect towards you for having it

Now it's not a dog, he knows that much, so he won't be dancing around it with a treat in his hand

After a while I think if you gained his friendship he'd be willing to watch over the animal while you're gone

ONLY. after he's realized how much chiller the pet can be out of actual work

He was honestly a little disappointed to find out it wouldn't pounce at people immediately and start tearing them apart.. but also greatful

One time you lost the little guy and found him sitting and just staring at Chuuya who was stuck on the ceiling trying to get away from the lion

Apparently it had a strong liking towards Chuuya? You can't figure out why.. was it his appearance or maybe aura?

In secret, Chuuya has researching about lions and feeding it so the little guy has gotten attached you could say

If a relationship is established, Chuuya definitely treats the lion as his own son in a way

#1 caretaker for humans and animals canon

[sulkingheichou012]

Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 9

The day after the Shadow Legion knelt before their Queen, things only grew stranger.

At first, Jinwoo thought the sky was playing tricks on him.

But it wasn’t. Portals. Dozens of them—swirling vortexes of black and red, cracking reality apart like broken glass. They appeared without warning, without sound. Just there. Gaping. Watching.

Then the monsters poured through.

The Hunter Association went on emergency alert. Every guild mobilized. Even retired hunters dusted off their old equipment. This wasn’t a normal dungeon break. This was a war.

Jinwoo stood on a rooftop overlooking Seoul. His black coat whipped in the wind. His expression was unreadable. Beside him, Y/N stared at the sky, gripping the smooth handle of her scythe. It hummed, resonating with her pulse.

“They’re here,” Jinwoo murmured.

Y/N swallowed. Her hands were steady, but her heart raced. “Should’ve known peace was temporary,” she muttered. Jinwoo glanced at her. “This isn’t your fight. You can sit this one out.”

Her head snapped to him. “Like hell I will,” she hissed. He smirked faintly. “Didn’t think so.”

Without another word, Jinwoo raised his hand.

“Arise.”

The shadows flooded out of him like smoke turning solid—Beru, Bellion, Igris, Iron, Tusk, Tank, Kaisel—all falling into line behind them. And then the Legion, the one that called her Queen, emerged from the other side. Two armies standing side by side. A terrifying force.

Y/N inhaled sharply. Holy crap… I’m part of this now.

The monsters hit like a tsunami. Winged beasts, scaled serpents, titans of stone. They clawed and snapped at the city, tearing through buildings and streets.

Jinwoo leapt first, hitting the nearest creature in the throat with a shadow blade that split it clean in two. He landed lightly on its corpse before disappearing again—teleporting in bursts of black smoke, slicing through another three monsters before they even realized he was there.

Y/N followed a second later. She shadow stepped behind a wyvern, her scythe already gleaming with sharp darkness. With a flick of her wrist, she spun it around her body like a ribbon—then slashed in a wide arc. The wyvern’s head and wings fell in separate directions before its body hit the ground.

“I could get used to this,” she muttered, her eyes glowing. The shadows pulsed at her command, warriors shifting to defend civilians and push back stray monsters. Beru, with his eerie grin, screeched and joined the chaos, tearing into the enemy ranks with claws coated in venom. Bellion hovered nearby like a sentinel, striking with precision where the line thinned.

The real game-changer was when Jinwoo and Y/N moved together.

Their synchronization wasn’t just instinct—it was perfect. When Jinwoo shadow-stepped behind a beast and sliced its tendons, Y/N followed a half-second later, swinging her scythe to finish it off with a decapitating blow.

When Y/N leapt into the air, spinning like a shadowy whirlwind, Jinwoo’s hand flicked, summoning Kaisel to catch her mid-air and let her ride him into the next wave. She balanced easily on the dragon’s back, slicing enemies below as Kaisel roared and spat dark flame.

Their movements flowed—like dance partners in a deadly waltz. One command. One understanding. No hesitation.

Y/N found herself laughing. It wasn’t fear anymore. It was adrenaline, thrill, freedom.

“I’m not scared anymore,” she whispered, landing on a rooftop beside Jinwoo as he slashed down another titan.

“Good,” Jinwoo said, his dark eyes gleaming with something warm, something fierce. “Because we’re not done yet.”

The sky rumbled. A sound like cracking bone and screaming wind. The world around them seemed to slow.

Y/N stared at the portal—a swirling mass of soft blue and gold light hovering in the distance. Unlike before, it wasn’t cracking or collapsing. It was… stable. Almost inviting.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Jinwoo’s hand was still wrapped around her wrist. She could feel the faint heat of his palm, the reassuring pressure of his fingers, and yet her mind spun wildly. Was this the portal back to her world? Was this goodbye?

“Jinwoo…” her voice was hushed. “…is that…?”

His gaze was sharp, focused on the anomaly ahead. “It’s different,” he murmured. “But it’s connected to you.”

The Shadow Legion stood at the ready, silent and unmoving. Bellion’s hand rested on his blade hilt, Beru crouched low and tense, and Igris stood like an unmoving statue of war. Even Kaisel flared his wings once, letting out a low, guttural growl from high above.

And yet Jinwoo didn’t give the order to attack. Not yet.

Because this wasn’t an enemy. At least… not yet.

Y/N took a shaky breath and looked at Jinwoo. “What… should I do?”

The question stabbed through him. Because deep down, he already knew the answer. She wasn’t his. She didn’t belong in this world. And yet—

“Is this… my chance to go home?” she asked, almost to herself. Just… thinking aloud. Weighing her options. “…I don’t know if I’m ready,” she whispered.

That surprised him.

He turned his gaze on her fully now. “You’ve been waiting for this,” he said. “Since the day we met.”

Y/N gave a small, weak laugh. “Yeah… but… things changed.”

Her fingers brushed the edge of his jacket, her eyes soft. “I met you.” Her voice dropped lower. “I met your family. I fought alongside your shadows. I… I found a place here, even if I wasn’t supposed to.”

Jinwoo’s heart clenched in his chest. He should tell her to go. He should.

But he didn’t.

The moment between them was broken as Bellion suddenly stepped forward. “My King,” he rumbled, his voice serious. “Something approaches.”

Y/N and Jinwoo both turned sharply. The golden portal… was shifting.

The edges of it warped. The sky above darkened. The stable energy suddenly rippled, like a pebble dropped into still water.

And then a figure stepped through.

At first, he was just a silhouette—tall, imposing, and bathed in the portal’s light. But as he came into view, the resemblance was shocking.

Y/N’s breath hitched. He looked… like Ashborn. Not exactly—but close enough. His dark armor gleamed faintly, regal and ancient, his silver hair falling in soft waves across his shoulders. His eyes were bright—brighter than Jinwoo’s, but colder.

Jinwoo took a step forward, instinctively blocking Y/N with his body.

The figure smiled faintly. “Y/N, I finally found you,” he said, his voice deep and velvety smooth. His eyes slid past Jinwoo to Y/N. “You don’t belong here.”

Jinwoo’s jaw clenched. “She belongs wherever she chooses to stand.”

The stranger tilted his head. “And you think you have a say in that, Shadow Monarch?”

Y/N shivered as the man’s gaze focused on her. It wasn’t hungry. It was worse. It was certain. Like she was already his.

“I am Raizel, Monarch of Origins,” he said. “I am here to take you home.”

Y/N’s throat felt dry. “W-What do you mean… Monarch of Origins?”

“I am the first,” he said smoothly. “Before Ashborn. Before the Rulers’ game. I existed. And you… were meant to stand by my side.”

Y/N felt like the world tilted under her feet.

Jinwoo’s shadows stirred violently. Beru let out a low hiss. Bellion’s hand tightened on his sword.

Raizel took another step forward. “Come with me willingly,” he said. “Or I’ll have to remind you who you are.”

Jinwoo didn’t give him the chance.

In a blur, Jinwoo was gone from her side—appearing in front of Raizel in a crash of black mist and speed. His fist smashed into Raizel’s palm as the older monarch caught the blow effortlessly.

“You’re slower than I expected,” Raizel murmured, his tone mocking.

Jinwoo’s eyes flared gold. “You’re underestimating me.”

A shockwave erupted as their power clashed. The ground shattered beneath them as shadows and origin light collided.

Y/N stumbled back but was caught by Beru’s clawed hand, steadying her. “My Queen,” Beru rasped. “Stay close.”

Y/N barely nodded, her eyes wide. Jinwoo was fast. But Raizel was just as fast. Every blow Jinwoo landed was met or deflected. Every slice of his blade was answered by Raizel’s hand or a conjured weapon of pure light.

They moved too quickly for her to follow completely, but one thing was clear— Raizel wasn’t here to negotiate.

In a flash of movement, Raizel appeared behind Jinwoo, feinting him out of position— And then he was in front of Y/N.

She froze. His hand reached out to her cheek.

“You’ll understand soon,” he whispered. “Come with me.”

Before she could react, Jinwoo was there, grabbing Raizel by the throat and slamming him into the ground with a roar. The earth cracked beneath them.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” Jinwoo’s voice was pure rage.

Raizel smirked, even as blood trailed from his lip.

Y/N stood frozen for a heartbeat… then two.

This was beyond her. She wasn’t strong enough to stand beside him in this. But she wanted to be.

The world cracked and shook beneath their feet. Jinwoo and Raizel clashed like ancient titans—shadows against primeval light. Their blows sent out shockwaves, tearing through the earth, shattering the concrete around them. The sky above churned with energy, the faint red tint of the blood moon still casting its eerie glow on the battlefield.

Y/N stood frozen, Beru and Bellion flanking her protectively. Her scythe materialized in her hands, its weight heavy but familiar. She wanted to help. She wanted to stand beside him. But this fight was beyond her limits—for now.

And then it happened.

Jinwoo vanished in a swirl of shadow. Raizel barely had time to react before a black gauntlet smashed into his ribs with bone-crunching force, sending him skidding backward, tearing a trench in the ground.

“You’ve made a mistake,” Jinwoo growled, his eyes blazing brighter, sharper. His presence intensified, and the world felt smaller under the crushing weight of his power. “I don’t care who you were before Ashborn. You won’t take her.”

Raizel straightened, a trickle of black blood sliding from his mouth. He wiped it away with an elegant flick of his wrist, eyeing Jinwoo with cold amusement.

“She’s not yours to protect,” Raizel said smoothly, but Jinwoo was already moving again.

This time it wasn’t just Jinwoo.

“Igris,” Jinwoo commanded.

The crimson knight surged forward with inhuman speed, his greatsword cleaving downward. Raizel caught the blade on his forearm but grunted as Bellion’s massive sword followed, crashing into his defense.

Beru’s shriek split the air as he leapt onto Raizel’ back, claws raking at the armor that shimmered and cracked under the relentless assault.

Raizel snarled, light flaring from his body in a blinding pulse that knocked them back, but not far enough.

Jinwoo was there again. Another blow to Raizel' jaw, this time sending him airborne.

From the clouds above, Kaisel’s massive wings spread, blotting out the blood-red light. With a roar, the sky dragon dived, jaws gaping wide as shadow flame gathered in his throat.

Raizel barely teleported in time to avoid the searing black inferno that incinerated the space where he’d stood moments before.

He reappeared, panting, light crackling erratically around him. And for the first time… he looked angry.

Jinwoo’s gaze never wavered.

“You're running out of tricks,” Jinwoo said quietly. His voice wasn’t taunting. It was a statement of fact.

Raizel bared his teeth. “You’ve grown arrogant, Shadow Monarch.”

“No,” Jinwoo replied coldly. “I’ve grown stronger.”

He raised one hand. “Arise.”

From the battlefield, the slain monsters—Raizel’ own corrupted summons—rose, their blackened forms snapping and twisting into loyal shadows under Jinwoo’s command. An army surged behind him, all aimed at Raizel.

“You’re not leaving in one piece,” Jinwoo warned.

For the first time, Raizel hesitated. His gaze flickered between Jinwoo’s unwavering stance, the wall of shadow soldiers behind him, and the massive shadow dragon circling overhead.

This wasn’t the right time.

“I see,” Raizel murmured. “So this is the strength Ashborn left behind.”

He took a step back, his aura dimming slightly. “This is not over, Shadow Monarch.”

Jinwoo’s hand flexed around Kamish’s Rune Blade. “I know.”

“This isn’t over,” he warned, his voice echoing in the sky. “You’ll come with me, Y/N. You’ll remember.”

The Monarch of Origins finally retreated, stepping back toward his portal.

With a ripple of light and space, Raizel disappeared, the portal sealing behind him in a burst of soundless pressure.

Silence.

Only the ragged breathing of soldiers—hunters who had witnessed everything—and the faint hum of Jinwoo’s shadows remained.

Y/N slowly lowered her scythe, her arms trembling. She wasn’t sure if it was from fear… or relief.

And then she felt his gaze on her.

Jinwoo stood there, his expression softer but intense. He said nothing as he crossed the distance between them, reaching out and resting his hand on her shoulder.

“You’re safe,” he said.

And just like that, something inside her crumbled. She closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face against his chest.

He froze for a heartbeat— Then his arms circled her shoulders, holding her close.

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tell me more about sopek i beg you

Absolutely!!

Sopek is the 19 year old astrophysicist aboard the U.S.S Eridani, a constitution-class starship captained by Captain Saavik. He’s one of the characters featured in the storyline/project series which is being posted about in more detail soon at @startrek-eridani ! (He’d be very disappointed I did such a rush-job on this portrait. You can’t rush perfection.)

Here’s some facts about Sopek:

- He joins Starfleet at 17 and fast-tracks his studies so he graduates in two years, focusing mainly on his astrophysics and tangential scientific studies.

-in hindsight, he probably should’ve spent the full 4 years there actually gaining experience, learning about human social mores, and making connections with others because he’s sorely lacking in understanding of human culture by the time he’s on the Eridani. He failed to consider this. Whoops. But he’s Sopek so he thinks he’ll get along just fine regardless

- he doesn’t tell anyone who his parents are nor does he share his clan name. He doesn’t want anything getting in the way of his chances of getting onto the Eridani (including potential biases against the kid of the woman who incited kal-if-fee on spock)

-he started a club for Human Studies while at the academy because he’s so desperately lost when it comes to the stuff humans reference and a lot of the behaviors they exhibit, their media, etc. The handful of Vulcans who are also attending the academy at the same time, plus a scattering of other alien races all join the club and Study Intensely and Take Notes to try and figure out the enigma that is human socialization. He persuades (intimidates) one (1) human into coming by every semester and grading their Findings, and every semester the club is sorely disappointed to be told everything they thought they figured out is actually not on the mark at all.

-the human who he continuously gets to do the grading is Terrance Riley, son of Kevin Riley. Terrance actually ends up serving aboard the Eridani too, so he becomes Sopek’s go-to for Human Consultations. Terrance is too scared to refuse his questions :)

-once he’s aboard the Eridani, he learns of a phenomenon some of the crew members partake in called “girl’s night”. It becomes his life’s mission to be formally invited to girl’s night for anthropological reasons. (Also one of the male crew is always invited to girl’s night so he wants to be included too >~< )

-He’s not as well-versed in cross-studies and other fields (unlike his idol Spock :/) due to his hyper focus on his contributions to findings in his field of specialization. In other words, this man couldn’t throw a punch, run a mile, or cook a meal to save his life prior to starfleet survival training. What can he say? He’s a ShiKahrian snob and we love him for it

-he was given the choice of whether or not he had to go through the kahs-wan, and chose to do so (motivations may or may not have involved potential bragging rights). made it through the kahs-wan by just chilling in a hideout at night and stealing eggs from a Teresh-kah nest. He secretly thinks his little commemorative kahs-wan bicep tattoo looks dope as fuck, logically speaking in terms of aesthetics

-Stonn and T’Pring do not force him to be bonded at the age of seven due to their own experiences with the traditional rituals, so Sopek remains unbonded. Some of his clan elders are concerned about this choice, but Sopek isn’t worried at all, and thinks if he really NEEDED to form an emergency bond with someone, he’d have no problem securing one in a pinch. There’s no shortage of people who would want to be secured to him. It’s only logical- after all, he thinks he’s Vulcan’s Green Gift^TM to the galaxy

-his parents may have unwittingly unleashed a monster

-what did they expect? He’s an only child

-he def wears finely embroidered Vulcan robes of high quality as casual wear (and the embroidery matches his eyes. He’s so julia)

- he may or may not imagine Spock giving him advice when he meditates sometimes

-he may or may not have an Interest (crush) on a certain Betazoid communications officer aboard the Eridani… we’ll learn more about her in a post I’m gonna make soon!

-maybe the whole simping for a cool woman out of his league thing is genetic on his father’s side

-he may or may not be the Actual Worst when it comes to actual, real life flirting. His idea of a marriage proposal is telling someone their work is adequate and then very swiftly fleeing the room

That’s all I’ve got for now without any significant spoilers! I think Sopek would be Very satisfied with all the attention he’s already generating on tumblr dot com (he’s so diva superstar).

<333 thank you for your interest

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Hollow

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Prompt -  'You came into my world and changed me.'

Notes - Pre Season 2 / No Spoilers

Joel Miller had come into your world and completely changed it, without thought, without ever really meaning to. It had just happened. He hadn’t even wanted to be a part of your life, it had happened completely without his permission, entirely because of your stubborn intrusion on his life. 

You remembered the time before Joel, the loneliness, the fear, so untrusting of everyone you met after having survived alone for years before stumbling across the Boston Quarantine Zone. And it had just been surviving, moving from one place to the other, a knife gripped in one hand and a gun resting against your hip, jumping and flinching at every sound, fighting back against every human you met because they were worse than the monsters that roamed the earth. 

Boston had been your saving grace. You’d been alone for years, the only gap in your isolation had been when a group had taken you and turned you into their prisoner but you’d escaped. You’d escaped numb and defeated, thoughts of what was the point running through your mind on an endless loop. The gun on your hip heavier each day as your fingers itched to use it. 

A day later and you might have put an end to all the fighting, the…it wasn’t even loneliness anymore, it was hollowing, like everything had been scraped out from you and you were nothing more than a walking corpse. 

But then you had found the Boston Quarantine Zone and the air had been taken from your lungs as they opened the gates for you. You numbly let them check you over, assessing for bites and after a long process you were sat in an apartment, sat on a bed. 

It wasn’t safe but it was enough. 

You’d only been in the QZ for a month or two before meeting Joel. Just because life within the walls was better than outside didn’t mean the people were nicer, though for the most part the people were human enough there were some who didn’t take too well to new faces taking up rations. 

You flinched as you were slammed against a wall in a hidden alleyway, a fist rising before connecting with your face. 

“You’ll leave if you know what’s good for you.” A man sneered at you, a group of three circling you and the man raised his fist again only to stop and let out a pained cry. 

“You lay a hand on her again,” a new man joined, a scowl on his face as he twisted the man around and bent his arm painfully, “I’ll break every bone in your fuckin’ body.”

The group of three pleaded and the man let them go, immediately uninterested with them as he stepped closer to you. This man was more intimidating than the group of three combined and yet you couldn’t find it within you to be scared, not when he had protected you, especially considering he had no reason to. 

“Y’alright?” He asked, voice slightly softer now the threat was gone and you let him tilt your chin up, watched as he winced as he looked you over. 

“Had worse.” You shrugged and it was the truth, even with the sting of tears in your eyes, you’d had plenty worse outside of these walls, you could handle a punch. 

It turns out that even if you could handle it, you didn’t have to, not alone anyway. 

“C’mon.” The man murmured, gesturing for you to follow him and you hesitated for a moment, everything in this new world had taught you that this could only lead to something bad. 

Despite that though you let yourself follow the man, let your guard fall down a little bit. 

He led you into an apartment building without much conversation, let you into his apartment and told you to sit down before rooting through his freezer. 

“Those guys give you much bother before?” He asked, sitting next to you and holding a packet of frozen veg to your eye, frowning as you flinched. 

“Never seen them before.” You told him honestly and watched him nod. 

“They come after you again, you let me know.” He didn’t even know you and yet he was ready to fight for you, it made something inside you light up, the hollowness you felt suddenly a tiny bit less empty. 

“Why’d you help me? You don’t even know me.” You had to ask, people just weren’t this kind, everyone always wanted something. 

The man rolled his eyes, clearly catching your way of thinking and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. 

God, when was the last time you smiled? 

“Just doin’ what’s right.” He grumbled. 

“True southern boy.” You laugh, watching as his eyes crinkle as a smile broke out on his face. It wasn’t a big smile, it was a barely there one and yet it somehow spread across his whole face. 

“Born and raised, ma’am.” He chuckled, pulling the packet from your face. 

“How’d you end up in Boston then?” You asked softly. 

“Long story short, picked a direction and started walkin’. People said Boston was safe.” He shrugged as if it were that simple but you knew there was more, everyone had a story, not everyone wanted to share it. “What about you, you’re new here?”

“Was on my own for a few years outside. Headed to a few places, rumours were that they were safe, by time I got there there wasn’t much left. Eventually I found this place.” You say as if it had been that easy, like you hadn’t fought to survive everyday. 

By the look on Joel’s face though you didn’t need to say it, he got it.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You tell him and you can’t help but smile as he repeats your name. 

“Nice t’meet you, Y/N. I’m Joel.”

Joel never really got rid of you from that day on. He’d tried, god he’d tried to keep you at arms length, to brush you off but it seemed no matter what he did you wouldn’t be deterred. 

He hated to admit it to himself but he liked your company, he liked having you around. He couldn’t remember, well he could and it still sent an ache from him, the last time he’d let somebody in, let somebody be a part of his life. It only ended badly, god he still remembered how Sarah felt in his arms, he still feels that stomach dropping dread when he radios Tommy only to hear nothing bad.

Letting himself care for another person was only going to end badly and yet he couldn’t make himself put an end to it. 

He watched as you found yourself again, clearly you’d been through hell and back before getting to Boston but he was starting to see more and more of your personality, you stopped biting your tongue and let yourself banter back and forth with him, you let yourself share secrets with him and smiled more. 

Joel liked being the one to make you smile. 

“Wait, you're going outside the walls?” You asked one day, sat on Joel’s couch as you looked at him like he was crazy. 

“Relax, I do it all the time.” Joel said like it was nothing and to him it wasn’t, it was a routine run but for you it seemed idiotic. 

“Joel, it’s dangerous out there. There’s…there’s the infected! There’s people!” You stress and Joel smiled softly over at you, moving away from the bag he was packing and sitting next to you, smiling as you shifted closer. 

“Ain’t nothing to worry about.” He insisted, watching as you shook your head. “I’ll be back this time tomorrow, nothing’s gonna happen.”

“You don’t know that. Let me come with you.” You hated the thought of going beyond the walls but this was Joel, the thought of him leaving turned your stomach cold, sure he could say he’d be back but anything could happen in twenty four hours. 

“Not a chance.” Joel shut you down straight away. “You ain’t goin’ out there.”

You and Joel glared at each other for a moment longer before you sighed and pressed your side against his. 

“I don’t like this.” You muttered and Joel couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. 

“I’ll be back before you know it, darlin’.” 

And didn’t that give you something to preoccupy yourself with. The whole time Joel was gone all you could do was focus on the southern drawl, the pet name he had never used before. 

The hollowness you’d felt before Boston was slowly disappearing and Joel Miller calling you darling, well that was certainly one way to make you feel human again, to make you feel whole. 

You stayed in Joel’s apartment whilst he was gone, the man had insisted for his own peace of mind and you’d been weak to protest. Here you were curled up in Joel’s sheets, feeling safer than ever. 

When Joel got back you couldn’t stop yourself from wrapping your arms around him, head against his chest and relief spreading through you. 

“Easy, I was only gone a day.” Joel chuckled warmly, still surprised by the noise despite how often you dragged it out of him, letting himself wrap you in his arms. “Told you I’d be back.”

“You’re alright?” You ask, pulling back only far enough away to look up at him and Joel smiles down at you. 

“I’m alright, darlin’, promised you I’d come back.” 

Years passed like that, you never got used to Joel sneaking his way out of the walls of the QZ but he always came back, always brought you something new back from his travels to make up for being gone, if only to see the bright smile that spread across your face each time. 

At some point you’d moved into Joel’s apartment without meaning to, though Joel wasn’t complaining when your stuff started to mix alongside his, giving his apartment more life than it had ever had before. 

Nothing was ever really spoken about between the two of you, it didn’t need to be. As far as Joel was concerned you were his, much as he resented the intrusion to begin with now he knew he needed you. He needed you to remind him he was human, you made him soft, you made him laugh, you made him a version of himself he thought he’d never be again. 

And Joel was everything to you. He reminded you there was good in the world, he held you when you dreamed of the bad, he smiled sweetly and called you darling and kissed you like you were the only girl in the world and that was enough, that was everything.

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FEAR

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Pyeon sang-wook x GN! reader

Warnings: mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of death, a tiny kiss at the end.

Notes: thanks to my pooks @il-i-sam for helping me edit this, I wrote this at school and it was really rushed and had grammatical mistakes! You're amazing MWAH MWAH MWAH!

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Pyeon sang-wook was always a man of few words and actions. He always believed relationships to be unimportant. Especially now.

Sometimes, he didn't want friendships either. He liked being alone, at least most of the time.

There had been times when he'd thought of getting up and joining the others during "dinner" but he was afraid. Afraid of what they saw him as. A monster, a murderer.

So even if he actually wanted a friendship (or more), he didn't have anywhere to start. Well, that's not entirely true. But again, he was afraid. Of what? He wasn't sure either.

But he knew that you'd be his starting point. Though he didn't know how long he had, since he never showed any signs of accepting your silent invitation to a friendship. You'd been there for him since he joined the group, everyone was afraid of him, made remarks about his scars.

But you didn't. You never said anything bad about him, he even heard you defend him once. You'd defended him multiple times. He just happened to have heard you once.

..

"Oh my god... I can't stand seeing his face. It looks so scary... Who knows what it's from?" The lady with the dog had said.

He'd heard her, but just as he was about to get up and leave, he heard you too.

"With all due respect. You don't know what it's from. And you shouldn't judge. You're a full grown adult woman. And yet you still make assumptions based on someone's appearance." It was what you had said to her.

He left after hearing that. A small smile formed on his face, which he forced down after realising.

..

Right now it was dinner time, he had stopped eating with everyone a while ago. He didn't mind not eating, but you did. You'd always get him a plate and find him, wherever he was.

He was sitting in the grave room, staring at the ground, when you walked in. You walked over and kneeled down in front of him, handing him his food. You had learned not to try to start a conversation, he wasn't much of a talker. You noticed.

You sat by him, leaving enough space for him to be comfortable. And started to eat.

Imagine your surprise when you heard his voice. Directed towards you. "Why don't you hate me? Like everyone else. I don't need pity."

You shook your head and moved closer. "I don't pity you. I know you can handle yourself. I just cannot stand seeing people be treated in a way they don't deserve. And you don't deserve to be seen as a scary murderer. Even if you don't think that."

He raised a brow at your words, still not looking at you. "I murdered someone. With a hammer right in front of you." He pointed out the obvious.

You turned fully towards him, placing your food down and sitting crisscross. "Most people here are scared of you because they believe the man you killed was innocent."

Now interested in where this was going, he turned his upper body to face you. "And you don't?" He questioned.

"I've lived here since I was little. I remember when he moved in, when my mum sent me to bring him a cake as a welcome gift, and when I found his door open and walked inside that room..." You hoped he'd understand; you hoped he'd seen the room, and you didn't have to explain.

And based on his reaction, he did. His eyes widened—the most obvious showcase of emotions you've ever seen from him.

"I've never run out of a room faster in my life." You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. But he just shook his head.

He was glad someone understood him. You stood up. Stretching. "You should eat." You pointed out before going towards the door, but before you exited, you turned back. "Oh, and if you ever need anyone to talk to, it shouldn't be too hard to find me."

..

About a week passed, and he did talk to you almost every day. Even though they were just general chats, it felt good for him to be able to talk freely to someone again.

Right now, you sat there, talking about what you did before this whole ordeal.

Well, more like him hearing you talk. But he didn't mind; he loved listening to your stories.

But your talking was cut short by a terrible screech coming from the hall, accompanied by Su Yeong's screaming.

Immediately, you stood up and rushed over, seeing Mr. Han shooting at the spider like monster that was chasing the young girl. You rushed and picked her up. "Come on!"

You shouted to Mr. Han, who followed you as fast as he could in his wheelchair.

You ran down a ramp, but Mr. Han's wheelchair got stuck, and he fell off of it. You placed Su-Yeong down and told her to go into the room where you previously were with Sang-Wook.

She wanted to help Mr. Han, but you assured her that you'd help him, and she rushed off into the room. You heard her crying to Sang-Wook. Asking for his help.

You spun around on your heel and bent down, helping Mr. Han back into his wheelchair. You ushered him inside the room as well. As soon as he entered the room, the monster quickly jumped on you, stabbing one of its legs into your torso.

You screamed out in pain, but you fought back as much as you could. But the pain was unbearable. You were about to pass out, and the last thing you saw was Cha Hyun-Soo coming to your rescue, and you heard Su-Yeong screaming, everyone else gasping, and Sang-Wook calling out to you. Then it all went black.

Once you regained consciousness, you saw Yu-ri sitting next to you, patching you up.

"Oh, you're up. How are you feeling?" She asked as she finished up her work on your wound.

"Could be better. What happened?" She patted your shoulder, told you about how Hyun-Soo had killed the monster, and assured you that everyone was safe.

You let out a sigh of relief, closing your eyes for a moment before opening them again. But you were met with a different face.

Sang-wook was sitting in Yu-ri's place, and you heard the door close. He looked genuinely worried, which made you smile and sit up. With his help, you managed to rest your back on the wall behind you.

"What were you thinking, huh? You could've died." He didn't sound angry at all. You simply placed a hand on his arm and answered.

"I could have, yes. But I would've been fine with it as long as Su-Yeong and Mr. Han didn't." He groaned at your response and sat next to you on the makeshift bed. Placing his hands on either side of you.

"You might have been okay with it. But I wouldn't." You went to speak, but he hushed you. "Listen to me. Never do something that stupid again."

You smirked and leaned closer. "And why do you care?" He scowled at you slightly. And without a verbal answer, he placed his lips on yours.

You were taken aback; you didn't expect it at all. But you weren't complaining. You've been spending a lot of time together. You would be lying if you said you hadn't developed some kind of feeling for the man.

"Is that a good enough reason for me to care?" He asked. He didn't have his usual cold and emotionless demeanour this time. He looked genuinely concerned, worried, and happy at the same time.

"It is." You said, and hugged the man.

This was an outcome you wouldn't have expected at all. Not the bad kind, though.

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Trials and Tribulations

Abby Anderson X Reader. Hurt/Comfort, you and Abby have been together since before her fathers murder. During the years you have watched as the girl you love let herself be consumed by the need to kill Joel Miller. This story will follow the games plot line. With the addition of reader and her refusal to join Abby and the others to Jackson. Plus the subsequent result of Abby's actions.

"I'm not going."

She freezes midway of packing her backpack. You see the tensing muscles of her shoulders. You had been dreading this conversation with her. Ever since that faithful day in the hospital. The massacre caused by one man, a monster.

The group fractured and lost on what the future would hold. An impossible journey to heal what had been broken. Her unwillingness to do so, to let go, to forget her father's killer, to move on. Now with a promising lead, she is getting ready for her hunt. A hunt you are unwilling to participate in.

She slowly turns to face you, her face unreadable. " What?" she asks. A single word, a simple question yet it strikes you to the core with fear and trepidation. You clear your throat and you try to stand taller and firm.

"I'm not joining you guys to Jackson." you answer. Seeing the confusion and anger in her eyes saddens you, but you had made your choice a while ago and you will not cave.

"I thought you wanted him dead like the rest of us."

"I did, but things have changed."

"How!? What could possibly have changed you stance in this." she asks her voice louder with a hint of disappointment.

"To be honest, everything has changed. Our life's, my purpose, my wants, and you." you tell her.

"Me?" she asks defensively.

"Yes Abby, you. This need for revenge has changed you the most. The anger you carried for this man has consumed you. I know he -"

"Don't.. Don't you fucking dare." she interrupts.

You look in her eyes as you slowly reduce the distance between you. "I know it's hard. To let go and move on." you reach for her hand with yours "But just because you move on doesn't mean you forget your loved ones. It means you allow yourself to live and to enjoy what you have. To love those with you freely and wholeheartedly."

You see her emotions battle behind her eyes. You had gone through thick and thin throughout the years. Every situation bringing you both closer together, making your love grow and grow. You don't doubt her love for you. It does scare you though that her hate for Joel Miller will over power her love for you.

After a bit of silence you watch as she shakes her head and pulls away from you. "After everything" she pauses "You were the last person I thought that would back out of this." A huff leaves her lips, she turns and finishes packing.

You stand still, your heart beating rapidly. Knowing that no matter what you say will stop her. It breaks you on the inside. She finally pulls her pack on to her shoulders. Abby turns towards the door to exit. Not sparing a glance to you, opening the door she stops after a moment she speaks.

"We're Done.."

The tone in her voice tells you that the words hurt her just as much it hurts you. With that she leaves, slowly closing the door behind her. Once the click of the door closing hits your ears.

Reality sinks in, and a sob falls out of your lips.

Notes: Have had this story line in my mind for a while. Mostly my go to bedtime fantasy before I knock out. but thought I would share it here for my fellow Abby lovers. Let me know if ya'll would like to read more.