#it was gonna be called l'appel du vide

[praisetheaxolotl]

What’s your thoughts on how Bill got his powers?

At first, I thought that he had gotten them AFTER he destroyed his dimension, but that doesn’t really make any sense because he used his powers to destroy it in the first place.

Do you think he was born with them? Or something else?

Funny you should ask that, because Back In The Day i actually had a full Bill backstory fic planned- never written, but planned.

But in my fic, he was born with them! I forgot what my explanation was, or if I even had one. I guess.... have you seen Nope? The movie, y'know? Or at least heard of it? It's like they said in that movie- what does a bad miracle look like?

I suppose Bill's powers were a bad miracle.

I have my old notes somewhere, all I remember was that he was an Irregular in a family of Equilaterals, he had a twin (equilateral) brother named Caesar, he got corrective surgery to make him look "proper" at some point... uuhhh.... Flatland was divided into two "halves" a la the Berlin Wall, where one side was a lot stricter with the laws and a lot more prejudiced, while the other side was laxer with irregulars and the such, and Bill was on the strict side.

He was also adopted, because I remember a scene where he meets his biological, Isosceles father. His birth mother had since killed herself- tendencies like that ran in her family. I guess his Equilateral family just, adopted him with the intent to get him surgically fixed up once he was of proper age. But Bill, as a "genetic Irregular" was not allowed to have kids.

Bill rarely ever used his powers growing up, and his life with Caesar was fairly mundane, honestly, which was the point. They eventually moved out and lived together? Bill was a prostitute for a while with some irregulars who were being harbored by the guy in charge and it ended with his, uh, "boss" being blinded by him.

There was this subplot where Bill and a wealthy couple make a deal that benefits both of them- Bill, still angry at not being allowed to have kids, wanted a kid. The couple was societally expected to have a child, but didn't want one. So Bill was gonna impregnate the line woman, she was gonna have the baby in secret and tell everyone it was a stillbirth. And that she was so torn up over it that she can't bring herself to try again, no, not just yet, the loss, the wound, it still stings. You get the idea.

It ended very not well.

I swear this all connected WAY better back then. I'm 22 trying to remember 16, man, it's not gonna be a clear image.

ANYWAY point being, Bill was born with his powers and he did destroy his dimension with them in a semi-accidental fit of rage, i.e. he meant to burn stuff, just not everything.

And yes, he killed his brother in this incident. I remember that scene, it was fucking rough. You all should be glad I didn't write this.

And then a bunch of other stuff happened. There was a canon trans character. It was gonna be canon that the caesar cipher was named after Bill's brother, by Bill. He did that.

It probably would have been very not good but who knows? It's not like I was godawful back then. But there's my extremely long-winded answer~

[girlystories]

L'appel du vide (The call of the void)

— pairings: Henry Bowers + Patrick Hockstetter x female/daughter of a cop/new student reader

Summary: after your parents divorce (because your mom is kinda crazy) you move to your dads hometown, back to Derry, and your cousin richie. Additional warnings: refrences of past child abuse Words: 4.1k

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Chapter 1: Back to Derry

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑 slowed down as it stopped at a gas station. The driver's door opened, which caused [Name] to wake up. She raised her head, which was earlier rested on her palm. She blinked her eyes, trying to make out what her father was saying to her. 

"I said, do you want me to get you anything?", he repeated, his hand on the door as he slouched and his head under the car, waiting for her answer. 

"Uh," she slurred her words, yawning as she stretched her arms, a satisfying feeling passing through her body to wake her up while the sun was making it difficult for her to think of what to say. "Just some water please."

Her father gave her a thumbsup before turning around. 

"On second thought, I'm kinda hungry. Can I have a sandwich?", she called out from the rolled down window. 

Her father made his way inside, as [Name] shifted in her seat, her arms laying comfortable under her head. She sighed as she stared out the window, not focusing on anything in particular, yet caughting a glimpse of a man filling his car. 

She and her father we're making their way to Derry, Maine, back to their relatives. Despite feeling excited to see her cousin again, she didn't really approve on moving so suddenly. She would miss her friends, her school – heck, even the grumpy teachers and lousy neighbours. 

There was no way of changing her dad's mind, however, since he was so eager to start a new life. She couldn't blame him, though. She and the poor guy couldn't handle the decrease in her mother's sanity any longer. She only grew worse day by day, and it was final once she laid hands on her. Her eyes were unrecognizable, wide and furiously red, as she had her fingers wrapped around [Name]'s throat, squeezing it tight with demise. 

Luckily, she was shoved back and restrained by her father, who later called the police on her and she was taken into court when found out she was abusing drugs, finally filling a divorce and in the end she was send to an asylum. 

This made [Name] wonder if that woman even loved her in the first place. As she thought about it more overtime, she recalled the times her mother gave her the cold shoulder, or the nasty remarks she hissed – tasting like venom on her tensed dry lips. The glaring looks she gave her, feeling like piercing needles ready to strike. 

[Name] instantly wiped some tears that were forming on her eyes, placing a smile on her face as her dad made his way back, bringing with him the stuff he bought. 

He closed the door as he sat on the driver's seat, holding the bag for [Name] to take. "As you ordered, madam. Sandwich and a bottle of water," he teased. 

She chuckled. "Oh, why thank you, kind sir," she said before taking a big bite of the chicken sandwich. "Man, I'm so hungry."

"Well, you should've prepared some food from home for the ride," he said, taking a cigarette out of his new pack, placing it on his lips, and turning the engine back on – which roared back alive, going backwards and on the road back to Derry. "I told you in the morning but you ignored me." 

She rolled her eyes, not in the mood for bickering at the moment, instead changing the question. "So like, you gonna be working as a cop at Derry now?" 

"Policeman, not a cop, [Name]. And yes, I've taken care of it on the phone," his eyes were focused on the road, taking a turn. "A guy of mine was kind enough to brag about my services back home."

[Name] hummed, not particularly interested in listening to the conversation, instead taking a moment to appreciate her hunger decreasing, savoring the chicken in contrast with the sauce and the variety of spices. 

She looked out the window, trees passing as they were now driving through the dirt road. The wind blew through her hair, a breeze filling the car. 

Her father remained silent for a moment and he sighed. "Listen, sweetheart, I know it's hard for you moving away and all but I'm sure you'll have a great time there and settle down nicely," he smiled as he recalled memories of his hometown. "Besides, you'll catch up with little Richie again." 

"Well, I'm sure he's not little anymore. How many years has it been? Like five, six?", she tried to count, licking her fingers in doing so. "How old is that little prick now anyway?"

"[Name], watch your language please," her father said and she giggled in response. "I think he's about thirteen or twelve. Three years younger than you." 

"I'm sixteen, dad." 

"Thirteen then." 

"Oh my god, dad. Did you really not remember the age of your own daughter?" 

He lifted his fingers holding the lighted cigarette off the wheel in defense. "No, I didn't forget your age, honey. I'm just, really tired at the moment." 

She shook her head in disbelief. "Yeah, right."

"I mean it." 

"Whatever you say can't save you now, dad." 

He chuckled. "Really now?"

"Yes," she replied blankly, now finishing her sandwich. 

   Finally arriving, she took out one of her earplugs and pausing her music, raised her head to look around her new "home". Crippled narrow roads filled with puddles, with short trees that looked hardly standing by the constant floods and hurricanes. She almost cringed at the almost rundown looking buildings. 

What eased her nerves were the stores here and there, them being: Brew & Chew Café, Doughy Delights Pizzeria, and Smile N’ Delight. Her eyes also caught a glimpse of the arcade, and she was sure Richie would probably spend his time there, playing aimlessly like his life depended on it. Not like she planned on going there, but still. It proved the existence that people lived there and it wasn't as deserted as it seemed. 

"Are we there?" 

"Sure are," he answered, searching for his sisters house. He smiled, "nothing has changed a bit."

"We haven't been gone that much for anything to change. I mean who even comes here anymore?"

Her father ignored her remark, taking a turn and slowing down as they reached that all familiar house [Name] hang out to when she was younger. They came to a stop and he got out of the car, while [Name] did the same, yet not so eager. 

"Wentworth! How long has it been?", her father said as the front door opened, her uncle grabbing his palm and patting him on the back. 

"You tell me," her uncle replied. "You were the one who decided to move out." 

He chuckled. "Well, [Mother Name] wouldn't stop pressuring me and all. You know how she was." 

This made [Name]'s aunt's smile fade, feeling somehow remorseful. "Ah, I'm so sorry about that, [Father Name]... We couldn't believe it when you told us all about it on the phone," her eyes looked at [Name], making her smile widely, her eyes wrinkling at the sides as they widened. She exclaimed and she walked over to her with raised arms, squeezing her cheeks which made [Name] groan slightly. Yet she didn't mind it much, always appreciating her aunt's weird ways of affection. 

"Little [Name]! Ah, I can't believe how much you've grown. You're basically a lady now!", she noted, placing her palms on her shoulders and taking a better look at her, taking her time to "fix" her shirt and hair. 

[Name] chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond. "Hey, missed you too, Aunt Maggie. Uh, is Richie home?" 

"Oh, yes," she turned around, "Richie, get your ass here!"

After a few annoyed grumbles, a boy with dark hair came down the stairs. [Name] noted his increase in height and glasses who seemed to be thicker than how she remembered, making his eyes appear way bigger. He still had a couple of freckles drawn on his slighty chubby cheeks – even though he had a relatively slim figure. She threw an arm over his shoulder, snickering at his annoyance and trying to get off her hold.

"How's my little blabbermouth been?", she remarked and forced him into a hug. He groaned in response, mostly by the nickname but returning the hug happily. 

"You haven't changed a bit, asswipe," he replied with the same tone. Still, his grip tightened around her. "You were still missed, though. As much as I hate to admit it." 

That made her smile, and she let go of him, "Aw," she cooed. "I'm flattered, but it's very much expected," she replied proudly. 

"Ha ha," Richie stated, his tone linked full of sarcasm. "Just make sure you stay this time," he scoffed, "I remember when you had to leave last time you were crying your eyes out. Your nose was full of snot and stuff. Gross." 

[Name] narrowed her eyes, raising her brow. "That's not true. I don't ever recall that happening."

"Well, I do," he rolled his wide eyes behind his thick square glasses, smirking. "Right, mom?" 

"Huh? What did you say, sweetie?", she asked, not listening to him in the slightest, too absorbed in the conversation with her husband and brother. 

"Nevermind," Richie rumbled. "Say, you wanna join me and my friends? Oh – I forgot to mention – remember Bill? Well, we are now in a group with two other guys and we call ourselves The Losers Club, and it's freaking awesome!" 

[Name] couldn't help but laugh. "The Losers Club? That sounds... pretty lame." 

"That's the point, genius," he rolled his eyes again. "The thing is, you gotta join us, we always have so much fun and stuff." 

"Maybe another time, kiddo. I'm pretty tired and I gotta start unpacking and I need get ready for school tomorrow. I've missed enough as it is."

Richie groaned. "Fineee. But you will come with us one day, I'm telling you." 

[Name] ruffled his hair. "Okay okay, I get it!" 

"Augh! Not the hair, man! Not cool", he tried to push her hand away, but to no avail as she wrapped an arm around his neck and continued in forcefully ruining his curly locks. 

 

   The next day [Name] was woken up but her father, completely ignoring her alarm clock at 6:30 am. She groaned and placed a pillow over her head, trying to block out her father's cheery but annoying voice through the kitchen. 

She had to get up, though, when her father made his way into her bedroom and forcefully throwing the covers off her – much to her dismay. She raised her upper body, holding her weight with her elbows. Her eyes were puffy and red, a trail of drool beginning from her bottom lip and ending at her chin. A sight Richie would definitely make fun of, but he was in the same spot, as her dad did the same, but instead chose to grab Richie and spin him around, just like the way parents played with their month-old babies. 

Richie – fully confused, and instead of cheering like a baby would – almost shrieked, his legs swaying back and forth, looking for a sturdy ground to balance himself and his arms trying to get a tight grip on his uncle. Without wearing his glasses, he wasn't able to see clearly, screaming: "What the hell is going on?!" 

[Name]'s dad, not reducing his speed in the slightest, continued, "Wake up, big guy! You're gonna miss school!" 

Richie, steadying his breath, replied, "Okay okay, I get it! Just get me down! For the love of—" 

Just as he requested, his uncle complied, a satisfied smile on his features. He slapped his nephew's back lightly. "Come to the kitchen quick. I've prepared breakfast." 

[Name] still in her bed – but not daring to lay back down, (in fear of her dad shaking her awake again) stared blankly at the wall, ignoring the commotion from Richie's room completely. She rubbed her half closed eyes, and dragged herself out of bed, choosing a simple and convenient outfit for the day, since her stuff and wardrobe hadn't been delivered in their new home fully yet. She grabbed her almost empty backpack, which contained only her pencil case and a couple of notebooks, and she slowly made her way to the kitchen, dropping on her seat feeling like a zombie. She tried to rest her heavy head on her palm, yet it fell on the table sharply. 

"Ah ah," her father scolded. "Wake up, sweetie. It's your first day today." 

She groaned in response. 

"I'll give you a ride to school, so eat quick. I have work to get to," he explained further, flipping an egg from the pan. 

"I'm sorry but how can you be so excited so early in the morning, uncle? I mean, no offense," Richie asked from the table, rubbing his glasses with his shirt. He turned to [Name], "is he always like this?" 

She grabbed a toast from the table, which was applied with butter smoothly, and took a bite, her eyes still half closed. "Yes."

"Damn."

   After a quick – and not so satisfying breakfast, Mr. [Last Name] gave the both a ride and went to work. For the first time Richie wasn't late. A rare occurance, mainly because he took ages to get ready but also because both his parents weren't able to drive him to school because of work. 

"Well, I guess I'll see you later, asswipe," Richie held up his palm for a high-five. [Name] looked at him unfazed, almost rolling her eyes, clearly not in the mood so early in the morning. Still, she didn't leave him hanging and groaned under her breath. 

"Remember, don't steal food from the cafeteria."

"Don't you mean, don't do drugs – or something?" 

[Name] walked pass him, pushing her body on the school's front entrance. "Whate—", before she could finish, she felt a heavy force colliding against her. She yelped in response, being shoved backwards.

The person groaned in annoyance, also surprised by the sudden force. "What the fu—", the voice suddenly paused. [Name] took a moment to study the person. He was tall, his blonde hair messily styled in a mullet. His blue eyes were staring back at her, also studying her. His seemengly muscular built wasn't as apparent under his t-shirt which was being covered under his denim jacket, his sleeves being pushed high above his elbows. It was more of a fashion choice than an affect to keep warm in the cold weather of October. 

She didn't know how long they kept eye contact, but it came to a stop as his features furrowed, pursing his lips. He shoved pass her, his shoulder bumping into hers while he mumbled under his breath: "Get outta my way." 

She scoffed in response, raising a brow and walking into the halls, Richie following quickly behind her. "Oh my god," he gasped. 

"What?", she questioned, looking around for the principal's office. 

"You just ran into Henry Bowers!", he explained. 

"I didn't ran into him. More like he bumped into me." 

He quickly shook his head. "That's not the point, dumbass," he walked in front of her, making her stop in her tracks to get her attention. "The point is that he and his lovely little friends have been making our lives hell for how many years now. I'm honestly surprised he didn't murder you just now."

"He what?", [Name] asked, her eyes finally widening since this morning. 

"Yeah," Richie said, beginning to walk again with her by his side, passing the other students in the halls as they chatted among themselves. "They're all complete psychos."

"How did you say his name was? Henry Bowers, was it?", she asked and slowed down when she noticed the principal's office in the corner. "Where have I heard of it before?" 

"Man, I don't know. But I'm telling you. Just don't make him mad. Ever." 

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, big guy," she said, shifting her backpack as the school bell rang. She made herself a new goal for the year. 

Richie raised a brow. "What do you mean? I don't like that look," he noted. 

"Just, go to class, okay? I'll see you guys later," she shoved him softly, and he stumbled a bit, glancing back at her with a bit of worry, but made his way to class. 

She didn't know how and why that guy seemed so familiar to her, but she didn't care either. No one is allowed to make fun of her cousin. No one. Except maybe her, but they were family. It's understandable. But him? Who did he think he is? 

She decided to keep an eye on him and his stupid mullet. 

[Name] was about to knock the open door but stopped when she saw a lanky guy staring at the principal blankly, his mind wandering off and not paying the slightest attention to him. The principal sighed, his hand waved towards the door, dismissing him as he finished, "that's about it. If you and Bowers get send here one more time, I'll have to take drasting measures. You'll get a pass this time. Mainly because it's your first time, Hockstetter. Now get your ass to class." 

The guy in question – Hockstetter, as he was mentioned – fixed his posture at the statement, the corners of his mouth forming into a smile. He left without question, his grey-green eyes meeting [Name]'s as he walked pass the door, twinkling with curiosity. She swore she saw him lick his bottom lip just as he left. 

"And make sure Bowers actually goes to class this time!", the principal shouted and [Name] wondered if his orders even reached the guy's ears. 

So this guy is one Richie's bullies, [Name] noted. 

She decided to keep that in mind later as she walked inside. The principal held the bridge of his nose, sighing. When he noticed her, he grasped his hands together as he tried to recall her name. He remained with only parted lips as he failed in figuring out who she was. 

"Hello, Mr – uh," she trailed off, trying to remember his name that her dad mentioned on the ride. "Mr. Corbin, I'm the new student. I think my father spoke to you on the phone." 

His features softened, bringing a hand on his grey and combed hair. "Ah, yes! Mr. [Last Name], I believe. Yes, I've got your schedule prepared right here," he said, rolling back with his chair and opening his drawer, taking out a paper and handing it to [Name]. "It was pretty much a hassle trying to sort your lessons, since you arrived a bit later, but eventually we managed."

She whispered a soft "Sorry" in response. 

"How very nice for us to welcome a new student. I hope you like it here. Ah, did you move here recently, miss [Last Name]?" 

She quickly skimmed over her schedule, and looked back at Mr. Corbin. "Yes. Yesterday actually."

"I see," he replied, fixing his mustache. "Well, I hope you settle down nicely. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some work to finish," he rolled on his chair forward, placing his hands together once again. "If you need any help, don't be afraid to come to my office."

[Name] smiled at him. "Thank you so much, Mr. Corbin," she said and walked out, looking over her schedule. She hummed, feeling not so glum about it, only groaning when she saw she had to chose an extracurricular, but also hoping there were good options to chose from at the very least. She noticed a note, written roughly with a pen; locker: 74. 

She made her own inner note to check it out later. 

Now, she hurried herself to her first period, being World History. It took her while to find the class, and she was sure she'd get some nagging from the teacher. She hesitantly knocked on the door and slowly opened it. Peeking over the gap, she noticed all the students attention being on her. She stepped inside, clearing her throat. 

"Sorry I'm late, Mr –", she looked at her schedule, "Mr. Okley." 

Mr. Okley stopped writing on the board, turning his focus on her. "It's okay, I suppose," his voice indicated his boredom which were proved by his uninterested expression. "You're the new student, yes?"

She nodded. "Yes, my name is [Name] [Last Name]."

His face brightened, his blank expression being replaced by a small smile. "Ah, [Last Name]? I know your father. We used to be classmates together. Really funny fellow, I tell you," he chuckled. "Make sure to tell him I say hi, alright?" 

[Name] smiled, trying to ignore people's stares. "I will."

"We're on page forty-three. You can take a seat over there," he pointed at an empty seat next to the window. 

"I don't have a book."

"Right," he hummed, looking around his desk for a spare book. "I can't seem to find one right now. Just sit next to Victor for now and come by my office later."

The guy in question raised his head from his palm, being shaken out of his thoughts. [Name] dragged a chair and sat next to him, who scooted to the side to make some some space for the both. 

She held her hands close, feeling awkward by the closeness between them. But she tried her best to ignore it, taking notes when she thought was necessary. 

As she wrote, her pall pen started leaving less and less ink. She pressed harder, but the pen refused to work, as if it suddenly decided to go against her. 

"Shit," she cursed under her breath. She turned to Victor, who had his undoubted attention on Mr. Okley who explained about the Rise of Rome. 

"Do you have an extra pen?"

His attention was disturbed again. He shifted in his seat, blinking like he was just woken up. "Oh, yeah," he searched his bag and held one for her. 

"Thanks," she took it, smiling warmly at him. 

"So, why the sudden change or schools?", he asked. 

"Oh, you know. The usual reasons," she wrote on her notebook, testing if it worked. It was an obvious attempt of her deflecting the question. 

Victor didn't attemt to pressure her in saying anymore, turning his attention back at the lesson. 

The bell rang indicating the end of the lesson. All the students gathered their things, chatting among themselves as they made their way outside. 

Just as [Name] was about to do the same Mr. Okley called her. 

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go and fetch your book, alright?"

With that she waited, watching the classroom becoming less and less crowded. Her mind started wondering along, when she was being shoved forward. Her shoulder bumping with an all too familiar muscular one, snickering as he made his way towards Victor. Two others followed, passing her like she was nonexistent. 

Her face soured. 

Henry and Hockstetter loud vocals filled the room, shooting at Victor about who knows what. [Name] was unable to identify the other figure. He was the most noticeable large one of the group. 

With the realization that Victor was in their little group, it made the girl's disappointment more visible. 

Mr. Okley came back, holding a thick book. "This is it," he opened it, flipping through the pages. "We've covered all of these. Make sure to study them until next week. We'll be having an exam on Monday."

She scrunched her nose, which didn't go unnoticed. 

"Now now, it's not too much," he chuckled at her reaction. "It has very vague information and it's pretty easy to grasp. I'm sure you can do it."

She wasn't convinced and he continued. "If it's too much for you, then I'll guess I could give you an extra week."

"Really?"

He winked. "Just don't tell anyone," he waved his hands. "Now, run along!"

She chuckled and scooted over the door, but stopped when she remembered something. She glanced over at her classmate by the window, being surrounded by the mullet asshole and the creepy lanky guy – and the guy she couldn't recognize. He was frowning at his friends, telling them to "shut up" while they joked around. 

She sighed under her breath and turned her heel, walking over to him. She looked to the ground, avoiding their gazes as she came closer. 

"You, uh, forgot your pen," she held it out for him, only locking eyes with his as he stopped his bickering. Their laughs also came to a stop, observing her from head to toe. 

He took it, and before he could answer she swung around, storming out of the classroom. Her chest was bounding and her breath was shaky. 

She meet the Bower Gang on her first day and managed to survive.

[white-poppie]

Two Birds on a wire

Characters: H.Shuji x G! n Baji reader Genre: FLUFF Warnings: none Writer: @white-poppie

Song recommendation: Line without a Hook

A/N: Y/N is Baji’s sibling!!

This fic is an excerpt from my book:  L'appel du vide (Please check it out!!)

Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

"Hanma-san? What are you doing here?" You squealed seeing the man knock on your dorm window.

"Yo!" he chuckled, "sorry I came without letting ya know, I just really missed you~"

You flushed at his words, averting your eyes, "well now that you are here, come on in."

"Man, now I kinda wanna come back to Uni, fun days," he exclaimed while laying, ruining the bed you had just made.

"It's not like you studied anyways," you pointed, clearing up your desk.

"Why you gotta be so rude, huh? Respect your elders!"

You stuck your tongue at him, "stay here, I'll get some snacks. I recently got a whole stock of chips and chocolates because you always end up eating mine. I kept them in my friend's dorm, I'll go get them"

Hanma flashed you a huge grin, "aren't you the sweetest, angel?" You huffed and ran to avoid him.

He chuckled and his gaze fell on a certain book sticking out from between the mattress.

He gently removed out, thinking it was some academic book that you might later look for until his eyes fell on the neatly written letters: Diary of Baji Y/N.

'Oho! this is gonna be good,' he thought while opening the diary.

He started reading from the most recent pages.

Dear Diary,

Hanma and I hung out today. Have I ever told you how tall he is? He is 6'4! I wish I was a little taller so I could reach my hand to smack him on his head.

Why? Well you see, we went to a cafe, and he just ordered a sandwich and a cold drink. i..saw him dipping a sandwich in cola...I knew he was unhinged but my god.

Y/N

He laughed at your adorableness. Gosh you were so endearing. With swift turn of pages, he read further

Dear Diary,

Hanma helped me sneak into the library for material to study. He knew all the blindspots where cameras are not focused. It was so exhilarating! I felt like I was in a James Bond movie!

When we entered the library, it was pitch dark, and we used flashlights to look for the book. When we found it, I was carefully taking out the book and suddenly the pile of books on top of the book fell.

One fell on top of my head, I hissed and it drew the attention of the person who was taking rounds.

He called out, "who is there?" and walked close. I was so scared!

Then Hanma grabbed my hand and we huddled at the end of the book rack. We were so scared that we couldn't think properly. As soon as the person left, I realized our position.

Hanma was sitting with his back touching the shelf, his legs were folded with a little space an I was sitting between them, my hand was on his chest and his large hand was on the small of my back.

Cliche right?

I swear to god I was so glad it was dark that he wasn't able to see my flustered expression, but I was close enough to make out the smirk on his face.

His other hand had cupped my face, thumb running on the apple of my cheek.

He whispered with a dulcet voice that kissed the air like the smell of a fresh blossom of  Night Jasmine.

"Pretty," he said like it was my name. A small whimper escaped my throat, only the sun has ever come this close, only the sun. Y/N

Hanma felt heat bloom in his chest, of warmth and solace. You were truly something else, Y/N

Dear Diary,

I really miss big brother today.

People say Mikey-san has suddenly disappeared, I wonder what happened to the kind and caring Manjiro Sano. I saw an article in the newspaper about this new gang called Bonten.

I knew Mikey made it, it had to be the result of the battle of three deities. Bonten is the Japanese name for god Bramha which also gave way to the gang Brahaman. Unoriginal right? If Keisuke was alive, Mikey would have never gone astray. Big brother would have beat Mikey up until he came back to his senses.

I wish everything could go back to normal, from the day Kazutora killed Shinichiro-san.

Y/N

He felt his heart drop to his stomach, yet he read further.

Dear Diary

I think what I feel for Hanma is more than just attraction or infatuation. It's something rooted deep within the coils of my mind.

It's a fresh wave of adrenaline, yet at the same time, it is the comfort of the blanket of your home. It's soft and fuzzy yet rousing and exhilarating.

He is the only person after big brother who makes me feel truly safe. I know if I am with him, nothing will ever hurt me.

I think I...like Hanma Shuji...no it's beyond liking.

Y/N

Dear Diary

I am adding a letter here because you know considering how much of a scaredy-cat I am, I won't be able to say it face to face. Maybe one day I might get the courage to give it to him.

Dearest Hanma Shuji,

It's funny how I feel the safest when I am with you; those amber eyes that glint with mischief send me over the edge and I am filled with a certain exhilaration.

Might be a metamorphosis, knowing that my life would never be the same once I let you consume me.

Why? I am not sure myself.

It is probably the way you speak in deep whispers, words full of teasing taunts dripping down like ichor, your words are words so compelling, like the pipe of the pied piper that I can willingly follow you to my ruin.

Hanma Shuji-san and my dearest senior, as cliche as it sounds, I want you to tell me every terrible thing you have done, every sin you have committed, yet let me cherish you either way.

~Baji Y/N

Hanma swore he could have felt his ruined, treacherous heart, beat with love. He used to like you a lot, yes, but he never expected you to like him too...to such a degree.

Did you feel safe with him? A delinquent? A man who looks like he will eat you raw? That was the pleasantest thing he had heard about him.

"I am back with the-" you paused dead in your tracks looking at Hanma, holding your diary, "-i can explain-"

Hanma sighed and walked up to you, you closed your eyes thinking that he was gonna yell at you.

He kept a hand on your cheek, "why did you not tell me?"

"I was scared that you won't want to be friends with me anymore and it's true isn't it--."

You were pushed onto your bed until you were sitting on the edge, your brows were knitted in confusion when you saw Hanma sitting on his knees.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

Hanma kept his hand on the nape of your neck, leaning close, "I am trying to kiss you, I don't this my back can handle bending so much, short-stuff."

He leaned in slowly, unlike his do or die behaviour, he dealt with you like you were made up of glass. Something fragile that might break if he was not too gentle.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, and you gasped when you felt his hands circle around your waist. He pulled you to the ground on his lap, slowly ravaging you like you were someone worth worshipping. Gentle caresses littered like he is afraid to break what is already damaged, maybe his sultry and soft touches might heal you after all.

When you two pulled away, you were breathless.

He tapped your cheek and gave a toothy grin, "Let's take it slow for you sweet-cheeks, besides we have got all the time we need in the world."

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Tokyo Revengers (東京リベンジャーズ)

[valigarmander]

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L'appel Du Vide

Connor Murphy x Reader

L’appel Du Vide: French for “call of the void” ; the sudden desire to self-sabotage

“(Y/N)! Thank goodness I found you! Ok, so I want your opinion on on this banner for the hall. I was thinking blue but maybe red would be better.” Your best friend, Alana rambled. “I think-” You tried to answer. “You’re completely right! The red will look the best. Thanks (Y/N)!” Alana yelled as she was running off to her next victim, I mean committee member. You were on every decorating committee in school, you were on the dance team and a cheerleader plus student council also choir and jazz band with your friend Zoe. You were a popular girl, which is why you always wondered what it was. The tall frame? The long, brown, curly hair that stopped right at his shoulders? His different eyes, one blue, one half blue and half brown? Okay, so maybe you were completely and utterly crushing so damn hard of Connor Murphy. You and Connor had become sort of friends, through Zoe actually. Whenever you spent the night at the Murphy’s house, which has become a weekly occurrence, it would always be you up before she was and Connor already up, so you two would talk. Sometimes it would be random chit chat and others it would be really deep conversations. You didn’t really know how to handle the whole “I’m in love with my best friend’s brother who is also the freak of your high school” thing. You didn’t see him that way though. It was just something about that boy and you really liked that.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice Zoe snapping in your face. You zoned back into to see a her giggling. “Earth to (Y/N)? Damn, who are you daydreaming that hard about?” She continued snapping in your face, continuing her laugh. “Oh it’s no one” You lied waving your around getting hers out of your face. “So, I know you have cheer practice tonight but I totally would not mind hanging out after?” She gave you a pouty face. “Zo, we can’t hang out tonight, but I will see you when you play in jazz band at the game tonight.” You gave her a wink. She made an “oh yeah” face and nodded. “Let’s go to class, space-case.” You slung your arm around her shoulder and you walked together to class laughing.

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You got done cheering for the first game of the night. You were rummaging through your bag to go to the concessions stand when you were yanked up by the elbow by Carrissa, another cheerleader. “Come on (Y/N), let’s go talk to the football players. See if we can get you a date!” She squealed. “You know I’m not looking for a date, Carrissa.” You rolled your eyes as you were dragged out to the back lot, where the football players walked to and from the locker rooms.

While standing and talking to a few football players reluctantly, you felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head. You turned around to see Connor staring at the group of you, looking dead into your eyes. “Oh my god (Y/N), looks like real life Jason Dean has found someone he wants to be his Veronica. Gross, right (Y/N)?” Carrissa said looking at you with mean girl eyes. “Yeah.” You said turning away and looking toward the ground.

Turning back around you saw three football player surrounding Connor and pushing him. You started to panic and ran over. “Hey guys! Carrissa took off her spandex and lost them. Can you go help her look? She said winner gets a kiss.” You sing-songed the last part and the boy ran off.

“I didn’t need your help, (Y/N).” Connor said dryly. “Oh I wasn’t helping you.” You shook your head slightly. “Carrissa’s just a whore.” “Why are you talking to me here?” Connor looked confused. “You only talk to me at my house. Aren’t you afraid of being seen with the freak?” He looked down at his feet. Your entire cheer squad was walking by along with a lot of the “popular” kids. The sudden desire to self-sabotage. You stepped closer to Connor, pushed yourself onto your toes and connected your lips with his. Connor pulled away and grabbed your hand. Shit, I fucked up everything. He held your hand tighter and took off running. He ran until you made it to his car. “Connor, why were we running?” You asked out of breath. “I didn’t want you to get mobbed because of me. Get in the car.” He said unlocking his door. “Connor-” He cut you off. “Let’s go, (Y/N).”

He drove the two of you to his house and he parked the car out front. You went to open the door but he grabbed your arm. “Do you realize how badly you just fucked yourself? Because of me? Do you know what they are gonna say about you?” He said beating on the dash of his car, obviously very angry. “You just made a huge mistake! Why did you do that to yourself?” He yelled very loudly. “I did it because I love you, Connor!” You yelled back. The car went silent. “Listen, Connor.” You tried to cover up what you had just blurted out. “Stop.” He replied looking into your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you gently. You pulled back and scanned his eyes. In them, was a sense of longing. You kissed again. His hands trailed down to your hips and pulled you across the console, onto his lap. He reached down and put the driver seat all the way back to give you guys more room. Your hand found his hair as his rested on your butt. You were about to take your shirt off when you heard loud knocks on the window. Connor rolled down the window and flashed a look of frustration at his younger sister.

“Seriously, guys? You were about to have sex in a car, parked outside of your house. Connor, your bedroom is maybe 50 feet away.” Zoe laughed leaning down to the window. “Just leave us alone, Zoe.” Connor said rolling the window back up and continued what you two had started. This was the best “mistake” you’ve ever made.

A/N: Part 2 is in the works!

~Admin Nat

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Day 5

Current Count: 8,379

Today's Goal: 8,333

Month's Goal: 50,000

I'm gonna show at work tomorrow sleep deprived. It feels worth it though. I guess I'll pull back the curtain what I'm working on.

The title is L'Appel Du Vide; a French phrase translating roughly to "the call of the void", something that used to describe the concept of intrusive thoughts. It's genre is Fantasy (Horror?). I was gonna post a snippet, but I can't. I have a dont-release-until-ready thing with these kinds of projects.

[youngster-monster]

kinda feeling like just,,, throwing this story in an entirely different setting like, a superheroes/vigilante setting but more turned to the police side of stuff

with gabe as a mutant to explain his survival

it’s, like, so much work, but it might be fun??? idk i need to think about it

[sclfmastery]

hey I was reading through your meta tag and I remembered watching a video that discussed this thing called "L'appel du vide" (call of the void) which basically discusses why, for example, if one was standing on a cliff edge, their brain has the urge to jump despite not being naturally suicidal. it basically has to do with the desire to take control of a situation. do you think this has anything to do with the master saying "do it." whenever faced with death, such as a gun being pointed at him?

//YES. This is a FANTASTIC point.  A long time ago I watched the same video or one on the same subject, which also touched on the uncanny and the sublime. That one, right?  I think that’s a magnificent nuance when it comes to the Master.  A few thoughts:1) I do think that the Master is passively suicidal by the time of New Who, but not fully cognizant of this fact, so he continues to relentlessly survive despite a part of his psyche already having relinquished in despair.2) Most of the time, however, he counts survival as nothing short of a sacrament, as a way of coping with the fear of death, not because of dying itself but because of the connotations of finality and obsolescence, and yes, relinquished control, which he thinks equivalent to relinquished relevance. 3) I absolutely agree with you that when he faces the Call of the Void, in a lethal situation, it’s a partially unconscious desire to re-obtain power, to grant “consent” to be murdered, when he postures as ready for death (”go on, then, do it!” both to Martha’s mother and to the Doctor, but Lucy reclaims agency from him when she shoots him without his “consent” and he is, in the aftermath, clearly shocked and afraid).  

4) It’s a little more complicated than that unconscious desire to jump (which the Doctor interestingly shares, remember how he talks about it in “The Satan Pit”?) when the Doctor points Wilf’s pistol at the Master.  

Because despite calling the Doctor a “coward” (an invocation of his propensity to run, from the Master, from collateral, from responsibility, not just this specific moment), the longer the Master waits for the Doctor to take his “consent” to pull the trigger, the more visible his fear becomes: 

See that little head shake? 

He’s bluffing.  The brave “do it” here is posturing.  He’s counting on the psychic link they made earlier, when the Doctor heard the Drums.  In Classic Who, the Master only had to LOOK at someone to gain control over them. Maybe he can’t control the Doctor, but he can at least impress his request upon him: Don’t do it. I don’t want to die again. I’m not able to spite you like I did on the Valiant.  I’m much more frightened now.  You’re not gonna really do it, right? 

It’s significant that the Master would do this with the Doctor.  It’s even more significant that it works.  It’s significant that the one time the Master pleas for mercy instead of clinging to his control, it’s to the person who knows him best, and spares him.