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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 1 year ago

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There is Thunder in our Hearts Part 3

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There is still blood on his hands long after the trial ends.

It's a long one. Long and chaotic and full of shouting voices on both sides, ones it's hard for even him to temper. But it ends, as all things do, and in the end two men lose their heads.

The rest might disperse after that. Or maybe they will revolt. He doesn't much care.

What comes next will come - this is what can be done now. It's something. It's one thing taken care of. It's control.

All the while his wife stands in the crowd, watching him silently with a hawk-like gaze, long arms folded. One of the boys is with her, their faces identical. Ragnar turns away from them. There isn't any point wondering whether there's disappointment in those gazes or not.

And what does it matter, when hours later there's still blood under his fingernails? That he did it, whatever they might think, because he had to? Isn't that all that matters?

I had no choice, he thinks. Not now, not then.

He tries to wash his hands. Flecks of black-red remain under his fingernails. For you, he thinks, imagining his wife's unreadable face. For all of you. For your safety. Look at these hands, Aslaug, and tell me I do not act for you.

He wonders then, if it's really one of the prisoners', at all or if it's Athelstan's blood from three days ago, if it's been here this whole time.

What does it matter?

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Athelstan has so far been able to hold himself back from biting his tongue, instead clenching his teeth so hard they could crack.

The healer - Athelstan isn't sure what else to call him, physician might be the appropriate word in England, but it means nothing here - scrubs away at the wound again, making him dig his nails sharply into the palm of his hand. It burns and it's been burning for hours now, carrying him on a long, steady wave of pain.

Only a while ago the slash on his side grew uncomfortable under the bandages - more so than it's been. He's tried to ignore it, but its grown too strong to let him sleep, even with the herbs the healer gives him. Even turning away from it is difficult, with his opposite arm slung across his chest and shoulder bandaged just as heavily. There's no escape.

A sudden pain lances through his side as the wound is prodded, making him cry out through his teeth. He's shaking and damp with cold sweat, the endless ache of the wound bringing with it waves of chills followed by nauseating heat. All he can do is lie still with his gaze on the solid wall, breathing as deep as he can without stretching the ragged skin around the gash.

The bed under him seems to sway if he so much as turns his head, the covers hot and damp, the air freezing where it touches his skin. All the room looks oddly dark, the time of day or night not seeming to matter. He has the sense that something is greatly wrong with him, with the healer, with every voice he's heard and every beam of wood in the ceiling. It seems he's wandered into a twilit world where everything is a shade off from what he is used to.

The healer is talking in a low voice now, to Lagertha who has once again come to watch over him. This time Athelstan has a hard time keeping up with what they're saying; the clipped, guttural sounds of their northern speech swimming into his head and straight back out again.

He shuts his eyes, suddenly lightheaded. Things have grown foggy...he can't seem to remember when Lagertha got there, or when the healer got there, or how long he has been in this much pain. The wound feels achingly hot, the healer's fingers like coals where they touched it, so hot he cannot sleep and his mind instead wanders back to the raid, to his own countrymen nailing him to a cross on a hill, to a burning church...

He knows these are bad signs. The hours in which this godforsaken wound has been plaguing him have been tinged not only with pain but with mounting, spiraling dread.

Fighting dizziness, he opens his eyes enough to see Lagertha's hazy form coming back into the room, stern-looking as always.

She is always stern, he thinks. If she smiles, it's then you know you're in danger. The half smile with her brow still furrowed. You know the one.

She comes towards him, eyes on the wound. Her fingers brush the new dressing, peeling it back to look at the wound. Athelstan watches her face carefully, but it's blank.

"As I thought," she says quietly, covering it once again. When she looks up she gives him a small smile, though her eyes retain their troubled look. And Athelstan's heart sinks.

"What did he say to you?" he asks, as she sinks down to sit on the edge of his bed. He notes this - she was in a chair before.

Her hand cups his cheek, brushing his forehead lightly. It's so cool, not like the healer's burning fingers. All of a sudden he's very glad she is there, that someone he trusts is there. He feels all wrong, all twisted around.

"Drink this first," she says, and helps him lift his head to sip some bitter tincture.

She settles him down again. "The wound looks bad. He is going to treat it with honey, and keep warmth on it."

Honey for infection, he thinks. Yarrow and white willow tincture to stem it from within.

"If it doesn't improve..."

She pushes a stray strand of hair off his forehead with her thumb, pausing. "He may need to lance the wound, to bring out the infection. It would be painful, Athelstan. But it would work."

Athelstan nods calmly, though he's sure he's gone visibly pale at her words. "Is...is that likely?"

The tremour in his voice gives him away. Her face softens, her hand resting on his cheek. "Maybe. I don't know."

He knows that, knows he has faced pain and will likely face plenty more until his time on this earth is done. But something about knowing it ahead, paired with the heightened anxiety and eeriness that's coloured his past few hours...

"Will you stay with me?" he asks, before he can stop himself.

Something in Lagertha's face shifts, that he cannot read. He gets the unusual feeling that she feels sorry for him. "Of course. I wouldn't leave you alone for that."

He nods again, swallowing the tightness in his throat.

"You have some fever. He is bringing you medicine, you take it and rest. Now more than ever you need to sleep. Don't try to do anything that hurts - we will take care of you."

We. Embarrassment steals over him, a great rush of it. "Lagertha, you shouldn't be here. Surely you have other duties - "

She shushes him. It's fruitless. "If I was going to leave you at any time, it certainly would not be now. I am worried for you, priest."

The returned use of their nickname for him settles him a little. Still he has the feeling that there are things crawling all about his skin, on the walls and on the bedclothes. Something is wrong.

"I'm tired," he says involuntarily. He can't seem to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Then sleep," says Lagertha. "I won't be far."

He dreams he's still tucked away behind Lindisfarne's walls, and it's so vivid he can taste the sea-washed air.

He dreams he's lying in the Wessex infirmary, being frowned down at through a haze by men who would rather see him dead than healed.

He dreams he's standing at a gate that might lead to Heaven or to Hell or Valhalla, all he knows is it's locked firmly shut.

A long sound of pain is already on his lips when he wakes next, into a burning, too-bright world. His skin is being torn from his body, his bones set on fire...

"Athelstan," says a quiet voice near him. "You have to lie still. Breathe."

But he can't breathe, not without a new flash of fire rippling through his flesh.

"I can't - " he manages to choke out through fumbling lips. "It - it hurts."

A cool touch on his face. A voice low and soothing. "I know it does. I know."

Heat erupts along his side at another touch and a pained cry escapes him, he struggles but is held still by stronger hands than he has the strength to fight.

A hand grips his, and he grips it back. The body it comes from is like a pale and shivering shadow. "Please," he says to the blurring face, "please help me."

The hand tightens. "I am trying to. Lie still, little one. The pain will end. It will."

But just then something hot and splintering splits his side and it's all he can do not to scream. It doesn't end. It's hot, so hot, a bed of coals wanting to burst out of his skin.

The voice shushes him. "The heat will help," it says. "It will draw out everything bad in the wound."

He doesn't care if it will make the wound disappear entirely as if it had never been, he wants more than anything for someone to just make it stop.

For time immeasurable he lies there trembling, every muscle painfully taut, one of Lagertha's hands resting on his uninjured shoulder as her voice weaves in and out of his consciousness. He can barely think for the pain in his side, can do no more than pray for an end to it.

The heat comes again, strong and bright and terrible, and then it dulls, fading to a throb in the darkness. The cycle goes on and on, broken only by the occasional hand resting against his forehead or gripping his own. Shadows and demons and smoke and things with vicious teeth swirl around him, and he's too weak to fight them away...

He tries to focus only on the hand thumbing the sweat-drenched hair from his forehead, or the distant words from faces he could not see. It did not dull the pain in the slightest, instead overwhelming his already fragile senses.

Hours must go by with that horrible heat burning him from the inside out, never truly leaving. He can't sleep, there's too much heat and too much noise, voices all around him...

The voices grow louder, like there's a thousand instead of two. Someone is saying his name louder than normal, he has to wake up but he can't...

He blinks hard, and the unfamiliar face of an old man comes into focus above him. It swirls, fire-red and melting...

"This will be quick," he says, "but it will be painful. And the pain may linger when it's done."

"No - " he croaks out, just barely, but the rest of his words fall out of his mouth and get lost. Where is he? What are they doing to him? It's so dark, where did Lagertha go? Where did Ragnar go?

A hand puts something soft between his teeth. No no no - he has to get away this is wrong this is wrong --

The scream that leaves him is as much from surprise as from the searing pain that follows, so sudden and bright it turns his world red.

He's on fire. Whatever they're doing is worse it's worse it's worse.

Nails in his hands. They're driving nails into his flesh. He's being branded, he's being eaten alive by something with too many teeth...

He struggles but is held down, his arm is tied tight to him and there's a whole different pain in his leg and if he's screaming he can't hear over the pounding in his head and he can't breathe...

And it ends. Something lifts, and it's over.

Someone speaks. His eyelids flicker, and from the end of a dark tunnel he can see figures near him, prodding and stabbing and poking him and making him hurt...

The old man was right, and a shadow of the agony lingers. A weak moan escapes him. The wetness on his cheeks might not be sweat. He wants to pass out, but doesn't.

He feels flashes of half-things instead. Somebody prods his side again and he doesn't have the strength even to cry out. Another hand pulls the cloth from his mouth. His teeth ache from clenching them, his throat is raw. Someone's running a wet cloth over his face, his neck, his chest. Water comes to his lips and he's barely able to choke it down. He's cradled in a dark red bundle of flames.

Things go dark. Then he's awake and shivering uncontrollably and someone covers him. He's still shivering.

He opens his eyes and sees somebody sitting hunched by his bed, prodding. He fades away into smoke.

Something else is at his lips, sweet and herb-like this time. Voices swirl around him - he thinks the king of Wessex is there, but that doesn't make any sense. It goes dark again.

Then there's another voice, very close to him, and it frightens him how desperate it is. How scared. The words blend together and he knows he knows the voice, but cannot name it.

I'm sorry, it says. I know you can hear that. I hurt you. You will hate me for it

Athelstan's eyes are too heavy to open. The voice dwindles...

When he finally manages to pry up his eyelids, the room is empty. Dark. He still hurts, all over.

Don't leave me, he thinks. Someone was in his dreams, talking to him. A hand rested on his. Don't leave me. I'm still here.

But no one comes, and he is alone.

#vikings #athelstan #ragnar lothbrok #athelnar #vikings fanfiction #why am i so obsessed with putting this poor little guy through the ringer oh my GOD #I'm still harming him #just letting you know what you're getting into #the priest is still very much Being Harmed

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hobbit-in-kuroshitsuji · 2 years ago

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Kuroshitcember 2022 Prompt Nr. 5

Prompt: Fast forward a century or so, and the Grim Reaper Dispatch’s collection system has switched to AI and other complex technologies. How good are the grim reapers at this? How do they feel about it?

You can find all prompts here!

All of these will be uploaded/archived to this blog's Ao3 eventually

Summary: In a modern era filled with smart watches, smartphones and modern technology... one grim reaper struggles to adapt. But at least he has his found family to help him. CW: a cookie for every time I write poor Ronald being late to work like... I don't even HC him as someone who is late THAT often?? anyway... no CW XD it's all silliness within this modern AU

(I don't think I did as much of a modern AU as was suggested in the prompt but this is the best my brain could produce <3 )

Ronald rushed into the office building, eyes glued down at his watch. He tapped the screen, flicked to the unread messages tab, and started slowly scrolling. His feet carried him through the office, waving at the right time when he blindly greeted his fellow reapers, too occupied by the little screen.

He was two minutes late. The time showing on his watch seemed to glare at him, but he couldn’t do too much about it now. He was, however, checking to make sure William hadn’t sent an angry email yet.

Othello wrapped an arm around Ronald’s shoulders once he arrived at the right floor, enveloped in a half-hug the second the elevator doors let off their signature ‘ting’.

“You’re late.”

“I know,” Ronald sighed. “Has he noticed?”

Othello fixed Ronald with a look. The silence prompted Ronald to look away from his watch and up to his fellow reaper. The ‘are you serious’ look that was on Othello’s face said it all. “Good luck,” Othello voiced with a final pat to Ronald’s shoulder before leaving him to his fate.

Taking a deep breath, Ronald pushed the glass door open to reveal a room with no one but William and Grelle left.

Grelle, of course, hanging back to talk to William, who for once offered her some attention.

“Did I miss it?” Ronald asked with wide eyes.

“Of course you did,” William scoffed in indignation. “The room is empty. What other logical conclusion could you have made?”

“Sorry, sir-“

“Oh don’t stress about it, Ronnie-boy,” Grelle complained with a wave of her hand, annoyed Ronald was taking William’s attention from her. The man still stood at the far end of the room, in front of a little podium. Behind him, the screens were all still lit up, showing satellite images of England. Grelle was lounging in one of the front rows, as usual. “It’s all recorded, you can catch up on your lunch break.”

William huffed, as if Grelle had just offended him personally. Taking a deep breath, William lifted his chin and touches his glasses: “The use of technology in such a fashion only serves to slow us grim reapers down further. It promotes tardiness if there are no consequences to-“

“Yeah yeah,” Grelle interrupted, taking her phone out to check her makeup (and take some selfies). “Whatever you say.”

There was another deep breath taken on William’s end, then he busied himself by collecting the papers on his podium.

“Sir…” Ronald sighed in amusement, trying his best to make William forget Ronald’s mishap. “Did the department not give you a replacement tablet?”

William pursed his lips. “No.”

That was a lie. William always pursed his lips when lying – it was a tell. The man was a horrible liar, more prone to telling too much of the truth than actually offering a gentle lie to shield someone’s emotions.

“Right,” Ronald said with a chuckle. “Did you get frustrated with it and throw it to the floor? Again?”

William stared over at Ronald with a look that was meant to be authoritative and annoyed, but the use of it as defence against Ronald’s apparent correct deduction only offered a comical effect to the situation at hand – and Ronald chuckled again.

“I much prefer the old ways of working.”

“The old ways of working meant heaps of paper everywhere that needed to be filed correctly because there were no do-overs. This new system allows for-“

“Tardiness,” William finished, holding the notes for his morning debrief in his arms as he walked down from the podium and glared at the two reapers present: one obsessively scrolling down TikTok, and the other complaining about the old ways. “If you are exempt from making mistakes, how will you ever learn to work properly, efficiently, and without delays?”

A shrug was all William was given.

“Precisely. I absolutely loathe these new ways but no matter how many complaints I send in, management simply refuses to change anything.”

“The new reapers don’t seem to mind.” That had been the wrong thing to say to William as the man scoffed and fixed his glasses twice.

Twice.

Twice meant William had been close to scolding Ronald.

“The newly assigned grim reapers come from an age I do not even pretend to comprehend.”

“Oh this age isn’t so bad. This Lady Gaga person makes things much better, William dear,” Grelle interjected. “You should go to a concert.”

“Lady who?” William asked with a quirked brow.

“Sir…” Ronald bit his bottom lip. “Would it help if I came up with another little song to help you sort out how to work the tablet? Like I did with the heating? The minus button makes it go cold, cold, cold. The plus button –“

“Yes, you’ve quite made your point, Knox.” There was no glare, only an embarrassed look sent up to the heavens as a silent prayer left William.

Amused, Ronald watched William leave in a hurry, having forgotten all about Ronald’s tardiness that morning.

And without telling Ronald ‘no’ in regards to the memory song, which only meant they helped which only meant… William used them. Ronald spent the rest of the morning coming up with one for William’s tablet issues.

This modern age proved difficult for some reapers, but at least they all had each other to help.

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#look... I watch Modern Family far too often and this thing with the memory song-#NOT my invention #all credit to Modern Family there XD #but it fits William so well #poor thing feels like someone who doesnt do well with change #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitcember #hobbit's kuroshitcember 2022 #william t spears #ronald knox #othello #grelle sutcliff #reaper headcanon #reaper modern au #shinigami

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gazrgaley · 1 year ago

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C.R.O.W (Chapter 15)

Milo's weary eyes scanned the newspaper, absorbing the relentless bombardment of local news. The headlines and articles seemed to blur together, and a sense of déjà vu washed over him. It was as if time had stood still, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of cynicism. Nothing ever really changed, not when it came to politics or people. He had read the same stories, the same struggles, back in 1670. The world may have advanced technologically, but the essence of human nature seemed to remain constant.

He longed to put the paper down, to detach himself from the repetitive cycle of history. Yet, an invisible force compelled him to continue reading. His eyes moved effortlessly across the pages, as if driven by an invisible curiosity, even though he knew the direction in which the story would inevitably lead.

Amidst the chaos of the world outside, Milo found solace in the quiet confines of the cafe. The rhythmic hum of conversation and the clinking of cups offered a semblance of normalcy, a respite from the relentless march of time. However, even within this sanctuary, his mind was restless, grappling with the burden of his own existence.

His health, though now managed, reminded him of his mortality. The frailty of his body stood as a reminder that life, in all its forms, was ephemeral. He couldn't shake the unease that came with the knowledge that things merely being managed often had a tendency to revert back, slipping out of control. It was a reminder of the transience of stability and the uncertainty that lay ahead.

Milo's eyes continued their aimless drifting across the page, his mind only half-engaged with the words before him. The sudden sound of a voice disrupted his detached reading, causing his heart to skip a beat. The voice was familiar, and its impact sent shivers down his spine.

"You should look in the business section," the person in front of him spoke, their words capturing Milo's attention. A surge of anxiety coursed through him, not for the idea of a lucrative business, but it was the description of the business owner that struck him with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"An escort service. I hear the owner is very beautiful and scary, someone you should never cross."

The words on the page seemed to melt away, losing their meaning and significance. Milo's focus wavered, and he found himself missing words, reading only fragments of sentences. His eyes, now filled with a mix of fear and anticipation, couldn't tear themselves away from the paper. He knew that voice, and the thought of facing her after all this time made his heart race.

Would he even recognize her? The weight of the question hung heavy in his mind. Time had passed, and he had changed, but he couldn't help but wonder if she had changed as well. The memory of her beauty and the power she possessed haunted him, fueling both attraction and fear.

The woman's voice continued, the sound weaving in and out of Milo's consciousness. Fear rooted him in place, making it impossible for him to put the paper down. He was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, unsure of what the next moment would bring.

When Milo finally mustered the courage to put the paper down, a heavy silence settled between them. Isabel's steely blue eyes locked onto him, their intensity mirroring the memories he held of her. They were just as sharp and deadly as ever, and Milo felt a lump forming in his throat as her piercing gaze bore into him.

"Isabel," Milo uttered her name, a mix of longing and uncertainty in his voice. He felt at a loss for words, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected reunion.

"Isabel? Is that really all you can say for yourself?" she retorted, her arms folding across her chest in a display of displeasure. The disappointment in her voice was palpable, and Milo's heart sank further.

"Almost a year now," she continued, her voice tinged with frustration. "You have been awake for almost a year now. And what? You didn't once think of letting me know."

Milo's voice trembled as he attempted to respond, struggling to find the right words to convey his regret. "I was going to tell you."

Isabel's eyes flared with anger, her emotions reaching a boiling point. "Oh really, when?" she challenged, her tone filled with hurt and betrayal. "I waited so long, I was so worried every day you were gone, and..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of her emotions pushing her dangerously close to tears. However, she remained resolute, refusing to reveal her vulnerability in public. Some things hadn't changed.

Milo's heart ached as he witnessed the pain he had caused her. He wanted to reach out, to offer comfort and explanation, but he knew he had to tread carefully.

"I know I should have reached out sooner," Milo confessed, his voice filled with remorse. "I can't fully explain the reasons why, but I want you to know that I never stopped thinking about you. I wanted more then anything to talk to you."

"Then why didn't you?" Her voice trembled ever so slightly, the small cracks in her facade revealing her true feelings.

Milo felt the weight of her question, realizing that there were no excuses he could offer. He couldn't hide behind vague explanations or the fear of the unknown. Taking a deep breath, he mustered his courage and spoke.

"Let's go back to the flat, we can talk about whatever you want there," Milo suggested, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency. He knew that the crowded cafe was not the ideal place for such a heartfelt conversation.

Isabel hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She was still guarded, holding onto the remnants of her anger and hurt. As Milo reached out to take her hand, she instinctively pulled away, a defensive gesture that spoke volumes.

"Absolutely not," Isabel retorted, her voice firm and resolute. She stared directly into Milo's eyes, challenging him. "I am perfectly fine where I'm at right now. If we're going to have this conversation, let's do it here."

"All right," Milo conceded, his voice laced with understanding. "We'll talk here. Whatever you're comfortable with."

"I didn't know if you would have..." Milo's voice trailed off, his unspoken words hanging in the air. He was too scared to admit it, even to himself. His past experiences with long absences between relationships had taught him that reunions often ended in heartbreak. The pain of losing loved ones who no longer wanted him in their lives haunted him, and he couldn't bear the thought of experiencing that again with Isabel.

"It's been one hundred fifty years," he said, his voice filled with a mixture of sorrow and acceptance. "For you. But for me, it's been no time at all." The weight of their lost years hung heavily between them.

His eyes locked with hers, trying to convey the depth of his remorse. "I was afraid things had changed. I didn't know if you moved on or would even want to see me."

A flicker of understanding crossed her eyes. She had a deep, intimate knowledge of Milo's past, not only from their conversations but also from the memories that flowed through her when Milo turned her into a Ka-Sekhm. She had glimpsed his pain, his fear of losing loved ones, and the weight of it all.

Instead of speaking, she stretched across the table, her fingers softly curling around his cup of tea. She lifted the cup to her lips and took a drink with measured grace, still avoiding meeting his eyes. Holding her composure she was able to make the simple act of drinking from a plastic cup look graceful.

"Of course things changed," she said with a silent frustration. "But," she paused for a second, her words heavy with vulnerability. She put the cup down, her hands shaking as she held them together tightly, the whites of her knuckles beginning to show. Doing all she could to keep her emotions at bay.

Drawing a steadying breath, Isabel's eyes flickered briefly to Milo's, seeking a connection, before returning to her hands. It was as if she needed that fleeting moment of reassurance, a reminder that she wasn't alone.

"You said you wanted to go to your flat?" she spoke up, her voice steady and composed, as if attempting to regain control of the conversation, to redirect her focus.

Milo, stirred by her resilience, stood up from his seat. In that moment, a wave of forgetfulness washed over him, momentarily clouding his awareness of the person sitting across from him. As he instinctively turned to pull out her chair, a flicker of worry passed through his mind, hoping she hadn't noticed his slip.

But she did notice.

Isabel's eyes, sharp and observant as ever, caught the absence of his usual gesture. The ritual of him pulling out her chair had been an unspoken language between them, a small but significant act that symbolized their connection. In that moment, her gaze met his, conveying a mixture of surprise.

As she stood up her hand gently intertwined with Milo's arm, drawing him closer to her. It was as if their touch formed an invisible bridge, effortlessly bridging the momentary gap that had appeared. The years seemed to melt away, replaced by a renewed sense of intimacy.

"And you were worried about me changing," Isabel said, her voice carrying a tender warmth. The unspoken words hung in the air. In that moment, the worries and uncertainties that had plagued their reunion dissipated.

#warm blooded vampires series #writing #vampires #gaz042 #wattpad #goth stories #crow #C.R.O.W #CHAPTER 15 #vampire book

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k-nonsense · 2 years ago

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(Old ranking - go to my blog for updated rankings)

My rankings/reviews of all the k dramas I have seen so far (up to 21 now). I bolded the 3 new dramas I’ve added (Goblin is no longer in last place). I would highly recommend any show I gave a C grade or higher.

1) Hometown Cha Cha Cha: It’s an absolute masterpiece and delight. I want to live in that fictional community forever. Grade: A+(Netflix)

2) Her Private Life: Super funny and charming. The romantic leads have incredible chemistry. The premise is so good! Might be the most rewatchable of all the k dramas I’ve seen so far. Grade: A (Netflix)

3) Rookie Historian Goo Hae Ryung: Great strong female lead. Very good messages. Couldn’t stop watching. The most adorable prince I’ve ever seen 💜Cha Eunwoo💜 Grade: A (Netflix)

4)Business Proposal: It’s got every trope you can think of and it does them all to perfection. It’s so good and will make you feel all the good feels. Plus it’s hilarious. Grade: A (Netflix)

5)Sh**ting Stars: Probably the biggest turnaround of any show I’ve seen (The “Africa” part was so bad). However it turned out to be one of the funniest and swooniest KDramas out there. There are 5 couples and you will cheer for all of them. Grade: A- (Viki)

6)Strong Woman Do Bong Soon: The main couple is absolutely everything! Just fast forward through pretty much every side plot (they are not important) and you’ll love it. Grade: A- (Viki)

7)So I Married the Anti-Fan: It’s campy, fluffy, goodness, with a fierce female lead and a K-pop star enemy/love interest. Fastest binge of my life. Grade: A- (Viki)

8)Start-Up: Exceptional acting, compelling storylines, intriguing plot twists, great cinematography, intense love triangle. It’s just all around high quality. Grade: B+ (Netflix)

9)Run On: Cute, fun, silly and pretty light. I especially loved the supporting cast. Strange storyline but it was a fun easy ride. Grade: B+ (Netflix)

10)Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo: A bad-ass yet vulnerable female lead. The main couple just had a lot of fun together. Refreshing. Grade: B+ (Viki)

11)Shopping King Louie: Adorable! Luis is too cute. I love it how he bops along like a penguin and his cute little screams at bugs. And Bok Sil is the warmest character, you just have to root for her. So many light fluffy feels for this show but it does drag a bit in the second half. Grade B (Viki)

12)Fight For My Way: Such lovable leads. Love the fierce female lead and adorable himbo male lead. It’s like a coming of age story but for 30 year olds. Storyline was ok. Second couple was skippable. Grade: B (Viki)

13)What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim: More PSJ is always a good thing. This drama did all the tropes in ways that didn’t always feel fresh, but it was so romantic and hilarious. A true classic. Grade: B (Viki)

14)Touch Your Heart: If you can just stick it out through the first few very shaky episodes, you will enjoy this adorable, fluffy, series. Grade: B- (Netflix)

15)Doom at Your Service: It was sometimes real sad yet ultimately a heart warming mystical story. Grade: B- (Viki)

16)True Beauty: Fun teen drama however, it’s a little too “antsy teen” for me. Cha Eunwoo though💜 Grade: C+ (Viki)

17)Crash Landing On You: The first half is GREAT but the second half is way too melodramatic for my taste. It’s a very interesting storyline, the main couple has insane chemistry, and there are very lovable side characters. Grade: C+ (Netflix)

18)My Secret Romance: The story of a total screw up female lead falling for a manipulative, gaslighting, hottie. It was problematic yet fun? So 🤷‍♀️ Grade: D+ (Netflix)

19)Our Beloved Summer: I LOVED V’s “Christmas Tree” OST however I struggled to keep watching. Boring storyline but great acting. Grade: D+ (Netflix)

20)Goblin: The age gap is too disturbing for me, like call the police disturbing. However, the Grim Reaper who is one of the most adorable characters I’ve ever seen. Grade: D- (Viki)

21)Extra-Ordinary You: So here’s the thing, I was obsessing over this drama for the first few episodes because the premise was brilliant. It was a funny parody of a teen romance where the female protagonist became self aware and empowered. However it changed around episode 10 and became the exact antsy teen romance it started out critiquing. The codependency and melodrama ultimately made this series pretty hard to watch. I honestly feel the writers betrayed their characters. Grade: D- (Viki).

Currently Watching: Alchemy of Souls (and LOVING it), Extraordinary Attorney Woo (will be ranked so high/Kang Tae Oh😍), My Love From the Star (I’m uneasy about the Goblin vibes), Suspicious Partner (so many episodes), I Am Not a Robot (seems fun), Today’s Webtoon (not sure if I’ll finish).

What are your thoughts on these shows? Do you agree or disagree with my rankings? Did you feel Extra-Ordinary You was a huge letdown? Was King Louie the actual cutest? Do you like CEO or himbo PSJ better? How are you liking the ongoing dramas? Are you also loving Alchemy of the Souls? Are you cheering for attorney Woo as much as I am? Are you excited for Kang Tae Oh finally being the main love interest? What should I put on my watchlist next?

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blackholepenguin · 3 years ago

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My incomprehensible summary of HOSAB (definitely not in the right order)

Who the fuck is Sophie?

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO!!!

Maybe don't wear low cut dresses in darkened places? ✨

Let's wait until Xmas.

Tharion: 🎶"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat..."🎶

Oh he's Irish.

Nice nice nicety nice.

Everyone is curvy AF.

Damn gurl, I would buy this apartment!

"And then he was like..., and I was like..." "No way!!" "Way!"

Do you want my sword? No. Are you sure? Yes.

uwu Ithan.

Panic attacks are sexy, let's not wait till Xmas.

Let's get out the label maker and define this relationship.

Bro I'm changed, I swear.

Reapers: we just need to borrow Ruhn for a sec, we'll give him straight back.

Turns out death is unpleasant, who knew?

Dog Headed Three.

I'm sure this will work. You might die, but you probably won't.

It's cool, we're fine. No biggie.

You get betrothed, you get betrothed, EVERYBODY GETS BETROTHED!!!

Sofas on the brain bridge.

Horniest people alive will sleep next to each other and not fuck. Sure.

What are you talking about, I've had this backstory all along!

You'll never guess who my father is!

Danika didn't tell you shit!

I smell a smell, a smelly smell that smells smelly.

We get it! Everybody fancies Bryce!!

Somebody watched Minority Report.

And introducing bachelor number 3!!

Tight black aquatic leggings.

Do you think they'll notice that we're rebels?

Sub fuck.

...And turns out she was a wolf.

Rings and tings.

Masquerade ball but we can all smell who each other is.

Boob saliva.

Ruhn's nose isn't working today.

Mind fuck.

I want to be free!! Slaves are free right?

The Truth ™️

Hi, remember us. Yeah, we're in this too. Suprise 🎉

#hosab spoilers #sarah j maas #sjmaas #sjm #hosab #crescent city #incomprehensible summary #house of sky and breath

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alltooreid · 4 years ago

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

In order to keep Y/N safe from danger, Spencer vows to keep their relationship a complete secret from everyone they know. However, as their romance gets more serious, Y/N and Reid begin to realize that no matter how in love they are, they may have been doomed from the start.

A/N: Back at it with a hopefully very angsty fic! This is of course inspired by the Taylor Swift song, but you don’t need to be familiar with the song to read and enjoy! Also I made a playlist for this one shot, which you can find here (its best if you listen to it in order and of course you don’t have to listen as you read, but if you enjoy that kind of thing, I thought it would be fun). Additionally, in order for the timeline of this fic to make the most sense, I’m choosing to ignore the Lauren Reynolds subplot, because trying to incorporate it and explain it would be distracting and unnecessary in my opinion. Thanks for reading!

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Type: Angst

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: Some cursing, general fighting angst, discussion of pregnancy, brief mention of abortion (follow up is left intentionally ambiguous, based on your own desires and beliefs you are allowed to decide where that aspect goes (pro choice tings))

“I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us So, baby, can we dance Oh, through an avalanche?”

Spencer Reid hated funerals.

Somehow he felt he was always invited to one, and no matter how hard it was for him to be there, he always made every effort to go. So when Hotch had to plan Haley’s funeral, Spencer knew he had to go, no matter how much he would hate it.

He looked down to the grass as his supervisor cried over his now dead wife, the most emotion he had seen from him ever. He refused to look up and watch, although there were at least a hundred people there to mourn Haley, this moment felt innately private to Hotch. Spencer didn’t think it was his place for his eyes to intrude.

So he stared at the lawn and got lost in his own mind.

Right then and there he realized he never wanted to go through what Hotch had to go through. No matter how many philosophers described love in the most beautiful, enchanting way, Spencer didn’t want it anymore.

He didn’t want to go through a heartbreak, because how worth it could it be?

Of course, all information he had in his repertoire pointed to the claim that it was worth it. Yet he couldn’t pay attention to Oscar Wilde, trying to tell him that “hearts are made to be broken,” or E. A. Bucchianeri screaming that “grief is the price we pay for love.”

All he could see at that moment was the most stone-faced man he had ever known, breaking down in front of everyone he knew over the woman he loved.

At that moment Spencer Reid vowed to completely give up on love. He would become the best profiler to ever live. People would compare him to Jason Gideon, but Spencer Reid would win every time. Spencer wouldn’t let himself be like Gideon and get so hung up over a person that he couldn’t ever work anymore.

So when Spencer left the funeral and went to bed that night, he was confident that he would sleep alone like that forever. It was comfortable like that and he was happy. Who needs to be in love?

Not Spencer Reid that’s for sure.

Well, until three months later, when Spencer Reid met Y/N Y/L/N.

She was beautiful, and Spencer knew he wanted to get to know her the first time he laid eyes on her.

But he was doing such a good job recently…. Even Hotch was impressed with his work ethic. The only one who had talked to him about his lack of emotion was Penelope, she seemed concerned when Spencer told her he didn’t want to meet let alone go on a date with the cute nerdy barista from her go to coffee shop. Spencer refused to reason with her, he was too focused on proving himself to Hotch and the rest of the team.

Even though in the back of his mind, Spencer knew he had already proven himself to the rest of the team, now he just needed to be good enough for himself.

A truly impossible task.

But he was still trying to do it, so he didn’t talk to the barista at the new coffee shop he was trying.

He wasn’t expecting her to try and talk to him. Maybe that’s why he was so willing to give up his own reasoning.

“That’s a lot of sugar, sugar. Are you as sweet as your coffee?” she said, giggling as she did it. She knew the line was cheesy and stupid but she had been eyeing Spencer Reid since he came in and knew she needed to get his attention. Luckily, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Their first date was right then and there. They got distracted and talked till closing, Y/N’s coworkers noticing she was actually putting herself out there and deciding to pick up her slack so she could continue.

“So are you going to call me Dr. Reid or were you just leading me on for 3 hours?”

“Of course I’ll call you, how else am I going to get you to watch Doctor Who?”

Y/N smiled, “Well I know this is kind of forward, but I have this art exhibit tomorrow, I would love to see you there. But don’t over think that! I’ve invited pretty much everyone I know. I have a bet to win amongst the other art students, whoever has the most people come to see them wins one of those giant Costco sheet cakes. I need that sheet cake Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, “Well, I am from Vegas . . . Maybe I could help push the odds in your favor.”

“Well I can’t wait to see you there. Tomorrow, 6 pm, I’ll text you the details.”

It was only when he laid down to sleep that Spencer remembered his philosophy on love, but strangely, he did not care.

He may have been trying to freeze his heart, but Y/N was coming in with a blowtorch.

And he didn’t mind. In fact he unlocked the door to let her in.

So when he arrived at work the next morning, he fully intended on going to her art show. He thought about what flowers to bring her. . . was this a date? Was last night a date? Were roses too strong a message? He couldn’t do anything red, it was too forward. Pink? What if she saw it as stereotypical because she’s a woman, maybe she hates pink?! Yellow Tulips were safe, but if he got her yellow tulips then she would think they were just friends and Spencer didn’t want to be just friends.

His internal debate was interrupted by none other than Penelope Garcia, but not to interrupt their paperwork day with a case, but to make an announcement to the bullpen.

“Hello my loves! I have an interesting idea for some team bonding tonight, my favorite barista and dear friend has invited me to her school art show. Of course she needs the most support humanly possible, so you all need to come with me and look at cool art!”

“Who’s this friend of yours Penelope?” JJ asked.

“Oh Jayge you’ve met Y/N! She’s lovely and I’m sure an incredible artist. You guys will all love her!”

Suddenly Spencer remembered Hotch and his broken down faces at Haley’s funeral. He remembered his philosophy on love and his fear of heartbreak.

But he also remembered how alive he felt with Y/N. How the way she laughed like a little kid and how that made him feel giddy. He remembered how she was always so interested in what he had to say. He remembered that he really liked her.

And at that moment, Spencer realized that he did not have to choose between being in love and keeping his heart safe from the devastating heartbreak of seeing his true love die. He realized that the reaper could only find Haley because Hotch let people know they were together Because everyone knew of Hotch’s wife, she was in constant danger.

Maybe if he kept Y/N secret he could still be with her.

“Spencer! Did you hear me?”

“No, um sorry Garcia what did you say?”

“I asked if you were going to come to Y/N’s art show, you know you too would make such a cute couple! You should totally come.”

“I actually can’t, I’m not feeling well.”

She sighed, “That’s what you said last time I tried to get you two together 187 . . . Do you want to talk about anything Spencer? You haven’t been yourself lately.”

“I’m fine, I just have a headache. I don’t want to go out tonight.”

She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second, before following Morgan to the kitchen. Spencer knew she was going to say something to him, but he didn’t care. He had found the perfect solution to his conundrum.

And he knew exactly what flowers to send to Y/N.

Y/N texted him thirteen times, and waited an extra hour after the open house closed in case he showed. So although she went home empty handed, one person away from enough cake to feed fifty, she received a call from Spencer Reid.

“Hey, where were you tonight? I was looking forward to seeing you.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, something came up, but I have something for you! Are you still there?”

“Oh no, I just got to my apartment. I can send you the address.”

“I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

And five minutes later Spencer was at Y/N’s door, with Chinese take out and white peonies, a flower known for its apologetic symbolism.

Y/N blushed, “You didn’t have to bring me flowers Spencer . . .”

“Well I wanted to bring some to your show, but I figured this could be the next best thing . . . And maybe we could eat some of your Costco sheet cake afterwards. Sounds like a balanced meal to me.”

“Although I love that idea, I unfortunately came home tonight sheet cake-less.”

Reid frowned, “How close were you? Would I have made any difference?”

“Oh no!” Y/N lied, “I was way off, don’t even worry about it.” She smiled, “I’m just excited that you're here right now.”

Spencer blushed and looked down at his feet, “Well I’m excited to be here.”

Four months after that night, Y/N asked Spencer a seemingly stupid question while they were eating take out at her apartment. “Spencer, I love takeout and all but we haven’t gone out in public together since the first time we met. . . Call me stupid but I’m starting to wonder if you don’t want to be seen with me.”

Spencer sighed, “Y/N, it’s not that it’s just . . . complicated.”

“I just don’t get it. Am I the second woman or something?”

“No! Absolutely not! You are my one and only flower,” he said, smiling and then leaning in to kiss her nose. She giggled in response, but quickly remembered the serious nature of their conversation. “Y/N, you know what I do for a living.”

“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”

“Not too long ago, my boss was targeted by a serial killer who made it his mission to make his life miserable. In doing so he killed his wife. I just . . . I don’t want that to happen to you Y/N. I think I’m falling in love with you, and I can’t put you through that.”

“Spencer . . . I love you too.”

So no matter how badly Y/N wanted to tell her family, or update her Facebook status, she respected Spencer, and although she didn’t completely understand his concerns, she wanted him to be happy.

So she spent ten more months like that, catering to Spencer Reid’s peace of mind. Pretending to smile as he told her stories of all the funny things his team members did, all about their partners, and their love lives.

A couple times now, Y/N asked Spencer if she could meet them, but Spencer always shot it down. When he first mentioned the idea of keeping their relationship a secret, Y/N had secretly hoped it would be one of those things that was forgotten about within a week or two. But no. It had been many, many weeks, and Spencer still didn’t want to be seen in public with her.

And by now that was all she wanted. To go on a real date, to introduce him to her friends, to actually be able to tell her coworkers that something did come from that guy she hit it off with.

Everyday, Y/N felt she did the same exact thing, she went to work, would come home and if Spencer was still in Quantico, she would convince him to come over. (They had been dating for over a year now, and Y/N had never been to his apartment. She didn’t even know where it was). If Spencer did come over, he would usually bring some kind of dessert with him, and they would talk and be merry in their own little secret oasis. A couple weeks ago, Y/N started to get this uncomfortable, uneasy feeling that encompassed her whole body, her whole being. Every part of her was trying to tell her that Spencer Reid was not the man for her. And even though she was still very much in love with him, she agreed.

Although she loved Spencer for the person he was, the man who brought her every different flavor of cheesecake from the bakery across town (one a day for fifty nine days straight), the man who begged her to make him a painting for valentines day instead of buying him a present, the man who cried when she did and laughed when she did and-

There were a lot of things to love about Spencer Reid, but there were a lot of things to hate about their relationship.

She hated the time she bought a gold locket in the shape of a heart, and put a picture of them in it so she could keep him with her all day long, and he made her return it because it could fly open and someone could recognize him. She hated the day she came home with a little beige kitten named Betsy and Spencer made her give Betsy to her sister so that he wouldn’t get cat hair on his clothes and have to answer a million questions. She hated the time Spencer missed her birthday weekend because he had a case and couldn’t give an excuse to why he couldn’t go. She hated that Spencer was her entire life, while she seemed like just an inconvenience to his.

And most of all, she hated that she loved him so much. Because deep down she knew that she could never leave Spencer Reid, but she also knew that there was no way they could last if nothing changed.

Just then Spencer knocked on her door, she had offered him his own key many times, but he declined because he didn’t want anyone to see it on his key ring and ask what it was for. She let him in, and right away his fun perky smile dropped. “You’ve been crying. I can tell.”

“Is that the kind of thing they teach you in FBI school?”

“Yes actually, but that’s not the point,” he said, dropping his bouquet of red chrysanthemums on Y/N’s coffee table and grabbing one of her hands with both of his. “Talk to me Y/N.”

She sighed, “I love you Spencer, but I just don’t know if we can do this anymore.”

“What do you mean flower?”

“Spencer we’ve been together for over a year-”

“One year, two months and five days,” he corrected.

“Yes, yes that. We’ve been together for one year, two months and five days but no one except us knows that.”

“Y/N I thought you were okay with that, I just want you to be safe.”

“I thought I was okay with it but,” she paused, afraid of what she wanted to say, “I’m not Spencer, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I love you, and I want to be with you. To really be with you. What happens if we ever get married, do we have to get eloped, would you even let us get married because you need someone else to watch? When do I get to tell my mom I’m in a relationship? What if you get hurt out in the field, and no one has heard of me, let alone knows to call me, and we never get to say goodbye? How far do you plan on taking this?”

Spencer grew flustered, “Um, I- I don’t know? I didn’t know you were even thinking about those things.”

“Do you think about those things? Things like getting married?”

“You’re the love of my life Y/N, of course I do.”

“Well then something needs to change. We can’t live like this anymore.”

“Things will get better Y/N, I promise you, we’ll start small but I’m going to make this better for you. Actually, um we can start right now,” he started digging through his messenger bag. After a minute, he pulled out a smaller gold heart locket than the one you had originally purchased for yourself. “I, um I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but I feel like now is the best time. I couldn’t find the same one, but it’s the same picture inside.”

She teared up, “I love it. It’s perfect. Here, put it on me.” She turned around and pushed her hair to one side so that Spencer could clasp the delicate chain around her neck.

They kissed, and afterward Spencer spoke, “I hate to ruin this moment, but I’ve had to use the bathroom ever since I got here.”

Y/N laughed, “Ok go, I’ll be waiting.”

While waiting for her love to come back, Y/N admired her flowers. Ever since Spencer began to get her different flowers to symbolize different things she had developed an abnormal botany fascination. She would always beat Spencer to explaining the symbolism of her latest bouquet, so she already knew the red chrysanthemum was a symbol of prosperous, passionate love in most countries. However she also knew that in Italy, chrysanthemums were a death flower, given only at funerals.

Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if some unconscious part of Spencer’s genius brain was beginning to feel the same way she did. Three weeks later nothing much had changed in the state of Y/N and Spencer’s romance. She was still unheard of in the eyes of the BAU and two nights prior Spencer had stopped her from calling her mother to tell her about him.

And then Y/N discovered her sick, uneasy, all over body feeling was not just her incredible intuition.

She was pregnant.

She had taken a couple of tests a while prior and could just now get into the doctor to get it confirmed. But it was official. She was pregnant.

As soon as the nurse confirmed it she broke down crying. And when she asked her a couple more questions, she broke down even further. “Are you currently in a relationship?”

“No,” she sniffed.

“Do you know who the father is?”

“I don’t know,” she sobbed.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know where you want to go from here, but there’s a lot more options that you may think. Everything will be okay.”

Y/N still cried the whole way home.

She spent the rest of the day thinking about how to tell Spencer, and then overthinking what he would say.

She knew Spencer loved children, but he couldn’t even manage to tell people she existed, how was he going to explain a long term relationship and a baby?

It would have taken decades for Y/N to prepare to deliver this news, but Spencer showed up at 8:19 pm.

“Hi flower! How are you today?”

“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out, she was not planning to do it exactly like that, but she panicked.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant Spencer.”

He sighed and ran one of his hands through his hair, “You could get an abortion?”

Y/N lost it. “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me Spencer?”

“I don’t think a baby is going to be very easy to keep a secret Y/N.”

“Is this how far you’re willing to go Spencer? You want to keep me hidden so bad that you want me to get an abortion? Are you insane?”

“You’re right, Y/N, I’m sorry, we’ll figure something out.”

“No, you’re wrong there Spencer. I’ll figure something out.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. I love you but, please just get out of my apartment.”

“Y/N please don’t do this, I love you, we can make this work. I know I haven’t been doing the best job for these three weeks, but just give me a little time and I promise we can do this.”

Y/N wiped tears from her eyes, then reached her thumb up to Spencer’s face, wiping his cheek. “Spencer, it’s not a matter of how much I love you or you love me. Sometimes, things just aren’t made to work out. We gave it a good run, but no matter how hard we love each other, I don’t think either of us is happy.”

“But I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it, flower.”

“I’ve never been in your world Spencer, after tonight, nothing in your life will drastically change. You don’t have to worry about living in a universe without me because you’ve already been doing that for 15 months.”

“Please don’t do this, can we just give it another try?”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him, “That’s all we’ve been doing.”

The couple stayed in silence like that for a couple of minutes before Spencer spoke. “Can we just stay here for one night. I can’t believe I never got to do it.” Spencer had never spent the full night at Y/N’s place because he always worried that he would forget to answer his phone and the team would try to come to his apartment to tell him they had a case.

“You know we can’t do that Spencer,” she sighed, knowing she had to stay strong and act on her own best interest, but she also loved Spencer. “But you can stay here, if you want.”

He thought for a moment. “Okay, um do I need that key you always offered me? To lock up when I leave?”

“No, the front door locks automatically when you close it, you just have to make sure you have everything before you go.”

And so Spencer slept in Y/N’s bed, for the first time, without her in it.

And Y/N called the one person she knew Spencer would never try to track her down to to avoid exposing himself.

Penelope Garcia.

She of course let Y/N stay with her for the night, and although she would eventually, Garcia did not pry when Y/N said she didn’t want to talk about what was going on. So Y/N walked to her apartment with peace of mind, she knew that although she had a lot to think about, for the time being everything was going to be just fine.

On the way to Penelope’s apartment, Y/N saw a flower vendor. She couldn’t help but stop by and pick up a bouquet for Penelope, but more so for the symbolic meaning.

Daffodils and daisies.

The flowers of new beginnings.

“I'd kiss you as the lights went out Swaying as the room burned down I'd hold you as the water rushes in If I could dance with you again”

- Thank you for reading! Please reblog and let me know what you think :))

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dragonseattofu · 4 years ago

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School Days (TWEWY Fanfiction)

Summary

As the gang prepares for the annual school cultural festival, Shiki's not hiding in Eri's shadow anymore, and other people are starting to take notice. At the same time, Neku learns that the line between more than friends yet less than lovers is starting to blur.

Notes:

So to try and somewhat contribute to the very smol neshiki twewy fandom, I wrote this self-indulgent piece. It might come off as OOC, but at the end of the day I hope it’s enjoyable to at least one person out there (even if that’s just me). Dedicated to @altorav and @trashcan-of-a, in their efforts to show the world how wholesome neshiki is, you’ve inspired me. I hope you like it! (Plus we needed some fluff post episode 3 angst).

Preview:

It was that time of year again, the annual school cultural festival. A time of ostentatious costumes, overly enthusiastic maid/butler cafe hosts/hostesses, and even more unnecessary social interactions that Neku would rather just avoid school all together.

What a drag, the teen thought as he drowned out his classmate’s debate on what theme they should do.

Looking at the window from his seat, Neku was grateful he listened to his mother this morning and grabbed an umbrella. The cumulus clouds hung low, their edges tinged grey.

“Okay everyone, that’s it for today. Make sure to sign up for your roles before the end of the day!”

Pulled out of his reverie by chairs scratching against the worn linoleum and erupting chatter, Neku stood up from his seat and walked over to the bespeckled girl two rows down.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?” The petite girl asked before he even got out his greeting.

He picked at one of his spiked out strands of hair, “is it that obvious? Festivals are such a bore.”

“They are not! And this year we have Beat and Eri to celebrate it with. Even Rhyme’s coming! It’s going to be fun!” She was really enthusiastic about this, and not the false happiness she tried to pull during their time in the Reaper’s Game, but genuine excitement. He couldn’t help but mirror her smile.

“Yeah well, what are we even doing?” He turned his attention to the board and shuttered.

“Seriously? A play … Cinderella? Cliche much? Yep, this is going to be torture.”

“Oh come on, it’s not going to be that bad! Eri and I are going to be in charge of costumes, you could help us—“

“Hey Sakuraba!” Yuji shouted from the front of the classroom, “thanks for signing up for props and set, man! We’ll have a meeting after classes in the auditorium at 3!”

Neku looked at the class president as if he had sprouted reaper wings, “what the?”

“You signed up for set-up?” Shiki asked him, getting up with her books and supplies all gathered neatly in her bag.

“Hell no, who signed me up?”

“I did.” A streak of pink wandered over to the pair. Before the young boy could protest the predicament she put him in, the girl placed her arm around Shiki’s shoulders protectively.

“I found some of your sketches in Shiki’s notebook and I figured you’d be really good at making the sets. Plus, this way you can walk Shiki home after school when it gets late. Kill two birds with one stone, right? Eri ended her explanation with a wink, much to Neku’s chagrin.

Just as quickly as Eri appeared, in a blink she was gone, yelling over her shoulder, “see you later guys! Shiki, let’s get started on the costume designs after school today!”

“Come back here Pinkie!” The boy hissed at her retreating shadow.

Shiki laughed at their antics. She grasped Neku’s fist he was shaking at her best friend gently and smiled at him before repeating, “hey, it’ll be fun, okay?”

A slight pause and resigned sigh were her only responses.

“This never reaches my mother’s ears. I’ll never hear the end of it.” He threatens, knowing full well that Shiki and his mother had each other's numbers saved as favorites.

~~~~~

Reluctantly, Neku made his way to the auditorium after school. To his surprise, he learned that the play was going to be a parody of sorts, a “Cinderella in Shibuya” story. The sets would be modeled after iconic spots in their neighborhood, one of which would be inspired by CAT’s mural in Udagawa! Even though Neku was still sulking in his seat for having to stay after school, he didn’t hate the concept.

“So gang, we’ll need a couple of supplies to start with constructing the sets and painting them.” Yuji started speaking as he walked up the steps leading to the stage.

“Takeda-sensei mentioned that we have some spray paints left over that we could use to save on budget.” Taking a seat at the edge of the stage, the class president looked into the crowd of faces and asked, “Has anyone used spray paints before?”

The answer was quite clear from the deafening silence. Neku could just sit quietly in his seat, admire the ugly clock above the stage, ticking away at the wasted minutes he could be spending with his friends if he wasn’t stuck here…

Or he could take a page out of Mr. H’s book and expand his world. Push his horizons out as far as they'll go. If Shiki was trying to overcome her insecurities and expand her world beyond Eri’s, then maybe he should too. Plus, he could use the practice.

“... I have,” Neku hesitantly muttered, not used to voluntarily bringing attention to himself. The room suddenly felt ten degrees warmer as all the eyes in the auditorium turned to him.

Yuji’s surprised expression was replaced with a huge grin, “Sweet man, thanks for volunteering! You good with the Udagawa set? It’s the only one that would look wild spray painted.”

Like he needed to ask, “yeah.”

“Cool!” Yuji said, “now let’s move on to the Hachiko set. Anyone good with sculpting?”

The remainder of the meeting was spent dividing up the work. They’d start assembling the sets tomorrow, and painting would start in a couple of weeks depending on how long it took to build everything. Satisfied that he could finally go home and relax, Neku sauntered out of the auditorium, flipping open his phone to see if he had any messages. None from Shiki, huh, I wonder if she went home already?

He didn’t get a chance to dwell on why he thought of Shiki just now because he spotted the girl in question sitting outside under one of the awnings at the main entrance.

“What are you still doing here?” Neku asked, slowly approaching the brunette. Shiki turned to the sound of her name, recognition dawning in her eyes and she waved at him.

“Eri forgot she had a doctor’s appointment today, so she had to leave right after classes. I had to stay late with Mina and Ai for the costume supply list, and I wasn’t sure if you had left already.” Shiki looked up at the sky, watching the rain fall around the bench she was sitting on. “I’m waiting for the storm to let up before heading home.”

He had to stop himself from admiring her, she looked stunning surrounded by the falling rain, the setting sun reflecting off of the droplets that shimmered like jewels falling from the sky around her.

“You forgot your umbrella didn’t you?” He asked, seeing her flinch at the accusation confirmed his suspicions. With a sheepish smile, she nodded.

Neku pulled out the folded umbrella from his knapsack and opened it up, leaving room on his left. “Let’s go?”

“Yeah,” she replied, getting up to join her companion as the sounds of two pairs of footsteps splashing in a nearby puddle reverberated off the school buildings.

After a couple of blocks of comfortable silence, Shiki asked, “So how did your meeting go?”

He adjusted the umbrella before muttering, “Boring.”

“Oh.” Shiki wasn’t entirely surprised. The festival seemed like more of a nuisance to him.

“... The play’s going to be a parody in Shibuya?”

“Yeah! Isn’t it interesting? Eri and I decided to do a fusion of victorian punk for the costumes!” Neku could practically see the stars shining in her eyes, “fairytale gold with midnight navy, flowing dresses with chains and netting! It’s going to look awesome —“

So enthusiastic about the creations in her mind, Shiki didn’t see that she stepped into the bicycle lane beside her, with a cyclist approaching at an alarming speed. Neku tossed the umbrella from his left hand to his right and grabbed Shiki’s shoulder from behind, pulling her into his chest in one swift motion. Not a second later did the wind pick up next to the two teens, the bicyclist flipping the middle finger as he passed them.

“Watch where you’re going!” Neku shouted.

“You watch it kid!”

As his senses started the return to normal from the brush of danger, Neku asked Shiki if she was alright. He didn’t move away from her, only bringing the umbrella over to shield the rain that started to drip on his hand holding her shoulder. The rhythmic pattering of droplets hitting the umbrella slowed her heartbeat enough to reply.

“Yeah, a little shaken though. Thanks for the save,” Shiki said, their eyes meeting. The proximity of their faces caused their already flushed cheeks to redden a deeper hue, both quickly turning away in embarrassment. Shiki reluctantly removed her hands from his chest, and with a little hesitation, Neku released his hold on her.

Confined to the edges of his seemingly small umbrella, Neku cleared his throat and offered the girl his arm, “I-I think you should hold on to me, you know, in case I need to save you again.”

This time she pouted, “I saved you a couple of times too, you know,” Shiki commented, her nose held high defiantly. Without hesitation, she accepted the arm that extended out to her, cheeks dusted pink from frustration because he was teasing her, and that she was holding onto the person she may or may not have feelings for. With their arms now linked, the two continued their walk home as the rain started to get heavier.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll be sure to thank Piggy when I see him next time.”

“Ugh, gosh Neku, Mr. Mew is a cat!” She pulled the black stuffed animal out of her bag and shoved him in the boy’s face for good measure.

“Hey there Piggy, thanks for saving me back in the UG. Think you can save me from your master’s death glare?” Neku chuckled while guiding Shiki across the street. She was getting more annoyed with him by the second, but he couldn’t help himself. As they waited for the crossing signal to change, Neku took the time to admire the way she crinkles her nose when she’s arguing with him, and how she tightens her grip on his arm when they can proceed across the street. He’s staring too long at her, he realizes and he blushes because may or may not have feelings for her.

They were dancing around where they stood with each other for months now. Definitely more than friends, but a little less than lovers. Neku couldn’t deny that if he ever would be with someone, it would be Shiki, but they were both still learning how to be themselves. That was more important than being branded as something they weren’t yet ready for just to satisfy other people. Shiki was important to Neku, and vice versa because they were partners, and if anything was going to happen beyond that, would just happen on its own. Right now, Neku enjoyed having Shiki this close to him, talking about what the next couple of weeks would be like as they walked home together, and that was good enough for him.

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A couple of days had passed since the shared umbrella incident, and yet again, Neku found himself staying after school, moving one of the newly constructed sets into the west wing of the auditorium. It wouldn’t be long before he could take the massive blank mural outside and start spray painting the design he had been ruminating on. With the last of the sets neatly tucked away, Neku silently nodded at Yuji to signal his leave, before picking up his things and heading out. The fluorescent “20:35” shined on his phone as he tapped it to life, lighting up the shadowed hallway as he walked further into the school.

Neku heard her voice on his way to the classroom. He knew she was probably still working, oftentimes the last person in her group to leave, but what surprised him was the presence of another, more masculine voice in response to her quiry.

“Most people don’t know about that collection, it sold out within a couple of hours after release.”

“Wow, did you manage to get anything? Oh, lift your neck a little higher.”

“Sure thing.” There was a pause and Neku took the opportunity to peer into the classroom through the silt in the door. He could see Shiki standing on a stool, intently working on the collar of their classmate’s costume. The voice belonged to Hiroshi Minaru. He was casted as the prince in their festival play, and it looked like most of his costume was complete, sans a couple details Neku knew Shiki would never overlook. She was so deep in thought that her face was barely inches from the boy’s neck. “It was a bloodbath at 5 in the morning, but I grabbed the limited edition mint polo before this other dude and I thought I was going to die!”

Neku heard Shiki giggle, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. He felt like he shouldn’t be there, eavesdropping on her. With another guy… She’s clearly still busy, and it’s not like they had planned to leave together. He debated whether he should just go, make up an excuse as to why he didn’t wait. He felt uncomfortable, and he didn’t know why.

“All done! How does it feel, too constricting?”

“No, It’s perfect Misaki-chan, you’re so amazing with a needle and thread! You really have a talent for sewing.”

“Thanks,” she said bashfully, “now, give me a good turn!”

The boy took a step back and spun around, his cape flowing around him, “how do I look?” He put his hand to his chin, and smirked at her with a lifted brow.

“Like a dashing prince charming.” Shiki replied with a friendly smile, the ones Neku had seen time and time again.

“I’m really glad we got to work together like this for the festival, it’s nice to talk to someone about fashion with an eye for clothes making.”

“Yeah, me too. Most of the time it’s just Eri and I…” Shiki looked down, steadying herself to step down from the stool. Hiroshi offered her a hand, which she gladly took.

“M-Maybe ... sometime I could show you some photos of my Mus Rattus collection?” Hiroshi said, looking up at her from below, their faces mere centimeters away.

The pair made eye contact and the next thing Neku knew, he saw her pitch forward.

“Misaki-chan!” “Shiki!”

Thankfully, she landed on her feet, still holding Hiroshi’s hand. Both heads turned to the door that was forcibly ripped open, leaving the orange haired teen standing alone, concern written on his face.

“Shiki, are you okay?” Neku asked, walking toward the pair. He saw her slide her hand out of Hiroshi’s as she redirected her attention to him.

“Yeah, a little shaken but I’m alright.” She turned to Hiroshi, “Thanks for catching my fall Hiroshi-kun.”

“No problem Misaki-chan. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she beamed at Neku, “while you’re here, what do you think?” She asked, gesturing toward Hiroshi, to which their classmate posed with a smile.

After a second or two, “I think I see a button loose.”

“WHAT, where?!” She scurried to Hiroshi, who stiffened at the sudden scrutiny.

“...made you look…”

“Neku, jeez!” Shiki puffed her cheeks. He just smiled as she attacked him with a series of punches to the arm.

Clearing his throat, Hiroshi excused himself. It was quite late already, and he felt like he was intruding on what seemed to be a private moment.

“See you later, Misaki-chan, Sakuraba-kun.”

A comfortable silence soon fell upon them. Shiki moved to gather her belongings, tidying up her projects neatly to be continued tomorrow.

“Let’s go?” She asked, holding her bag behind her back.

He nodded as she walked out of the classroom, shutting the light, and closing the door behind them.

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The evening air whistled in his ear, a chill nipping at his nose. The weather was getting colder, the days shorter, and staying in school longer for the festival meant commuting home when the sun was either gone or disappearing beyond the horizon. He pulled his scarf tighter around his neck in a feeble attempt to fight the shivers moving up his spine. He looked at Shiki to see how she was fairing.

He saw that her cheeks were pink, from the cold or something else he didn’t know. He moved to look at her eyes, surprised when his eyes locked onto hers. Shortly after both teens looked away in different directions, a little more flushed than before.

“So Hiroshi-kun’s costume is coming together really well. The gold accents Eri wanted really worked out better than I imagined,” Shiki said.

“That’s because you brought it to life.”

Shiki looked at him with wide eyes. Neku’s always been blunt to a “T,” never sugarcoating his thoughts regardless if they were well-received or not. When he says things like this, Shiki can’t help but feel elated. He believed in her and her abilities, it was just a simple truth.

“Thanks Neku.”

She heard a muffled mhmm from his scarf.

A couple steps later, “... what were you and Hiroshi talking about?”

She gave him a thoughtful look. “Hiroshi-kun is really into Mus Rattus’ recent fall collection. Some of the pieces had some pretty neat fabrics and we started talking about textiles and fashion. I didn’t know there would be someone else that liked fashion as much as Eri and I.”

Neku grunted a reply. Realizing that he was a few steps ahead of her, Shiki quickened her pace to match his.

“Is something … bothering you?” Shiki questioned the boy, subconsciously giving him the doe-eyed look he found both irritating and endearing.

Neku felt agitated; more so frustrated because he didn’t exactly know why he was agitated. Flashbacks from that rainy day came to mind, Shiki holding onto his arm under a shared umbrella, walking home side by side, more closely than before. The memories made him feel warm and excited. Then he remembered the princely-dressed Hiroshi holding Shiki’s hand as if she was his princess he had come to rescue, and he grunted in displeasure. He came to a stop, trying to sort out his emotions. It showed on his face enough for Shiki to raise an eyebrow in concern.

“Let me in,” Shiki said quietly, “trust me?” She placed a hand on his arm delicately.

It’s not that he didn’t trust her, it was more like he didn’t trust what would come out of his mouth coherently. He looked at her hands, and with great care, took her hands into his own, slightly larger ones.

“I … ugh … want to … hold your hands.” Neku mummered, so low and into his scarf she barely caught it. But after a couple of months of getting to know her partner, she knew how to really listen when he verbally or wordlessly communicated something.

Not exactly sure where this was coming from, Shiki just replied with the first thing that came to mind, “I want to hold your hands too,” she said with a soft smile.

That was a good sign, right? Neku was nervous, but an excited kind of nervous. They were going into a very delicate topic, one that they had been carefully tiptoeing around since they came back to the RG. He didn’t know if he was ready to take the next steps, but now’s a better time than never he reasoned. He slowly realized that he didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Can we talk about…this, us?” He said, looking down at their joined hands, giving hers a light squeeze.

A pregnant pause ascended, and Neku didn’t realize he was holding this breath before he heard her speak.

“Well, I like hanging out with you, being with just you.” She closed her eyes in thought, “and I like when you walk me home.” She gestured to their hands, “this is nice too, I would like to do this more often.”

Shiki opened one eye to gauge her companion’s reaction and took a leap of faith, “I guess I’ve kind of had feelings for you for a while now, since the first time you saw me in the RG, the real me. I was super embarrassed when you told me that I was prettier than Eri. I thought you were just trying to cheer me up so that Beat and Rhyme wouldn't worry, but then I remembered that you don’t say needless things, that you really believed it, so I started to believe it too.”

Looking him straight in the eyes, Shiki continued, “I like the way you make me feel, like I’m a better person than I think I am, and I want to be the person that you see in me…”

He still hadn’t uttered a word, slowly processing what he was hoping wasn’t a dream. His silence continued and Shiki was beginning to lose her nerve, “and you should say something now because this is super embarrassing with you just looking at me like that!” Gosh, she wanted to pry her hands away so she can bury her face in them!

So the feeling was mutual all along, Neku thought, and he couldn’t stop the goofiest smile that emerged on his face.

“Well … you were my entry fee,” he replied, trying to look everywhere but her. Neku had told Shiki and the gang about his three week experience immediately after they returned to the RG. He was so apologetic for dragging her back into the game again that he didn’t see her embarrassment about what being his entry fee really meant. If he didn’t want to dwell on it, neither would she. However his comment had greater weight now, and she blushed knowing what he was implying, but she still wasn’t satisfied.

“Geez, I just gave you a whole monologue! I want something more than that. Say it!”

“Alright, alright, geez stalker don’t get your undies in a bunch,” he chuckled, and with a little bit more confidence said, “Shiki, I like you too.”

It felt like a veil had lifted, like the metaphoric waltz they were dancing finally concluded and they just stood there, hand in hand. Neku swore he heard music in his ears, the Shibuya’s metropolitan sounds harmonizing with Shiki’s melody into a rhapsody only he could hear. One day he would tell her about it, her song that was playing in his mind when she told him that she liked him. But for today he would just burn her smile into his memory, the smile she had when he told her that he liked her.

Neku didn’t know what the near future would hold, neither of them doing well under the pressure of their friends that had been right about them this whole time, but he wanted to do this right, and take it slow. For now, all he just wanted was to be with her, and hold her hand a little longer.

“Let’s take the long way home, through the park?” Neku suggested, bringing her knuckles to his lips.

“Y-yeah.” She stuttered as he boldly gave them a chaste kiss.

So into their own world, hands laced together, setting a different course home, did the young couple not realize the chuckle in the wind at the bet he just won on who would confess first.

#neshiki #TWEWY #the world ends with you #the world ends with you animation #neku sakuraba #shiki misaki #twewy #twewyani #twewy anime #twewy fanfiction #the world ends with you fanfiction #mypost #my post #myfanfic #my fanfiction

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thegoodprincess · 3 years ago

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Together We Are Apart, but Apart We Are Together | KTH Ch. 3

Author: thegoodprincess

Pairing: Kim Taehyung | Original Female Character

Genre: romance, fantasy, action, forbidden love, human KTH | angel of death OC, supernatural au

Word Count: 1.7k [series, ongoing]

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of blood

Summary: After admiring a handsome boy from afar, an Angel of Death reluctantly rescues him from his own demise. As a result of going against her better judgment she inadvertently invites him into her world.

Author’s note: A character named Malachi appears in this chapter. His dialogue is italicized for the purpose of demonstrating that he has the ability to telepathically communicate with the main female OC. Just thought I’d point that out. 😉

Together We Are Apart, but Apart We Are Together

Chapter 3. Rescue

'Cause all I need is the love you breathe. Put your lips on me and I can live. — Mika

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In an instant I was completely submerged with a few feet of water above my head. I was met with the piercing feeling of the water right away. It was so severely cold that I was sent into a brief state of shock from the almost unbearable pain. Every muscle in my body simultaneously tensed, my throat felt as though I was being asphyxiated, and my eyes burned.

As ironic as it sounds, I took a few moments to ground myself. I tried as best I could to endure being suspended in the water. All four of my other senses were completely numbed out, forcing me to feel the full extent of the water.

Willing myself to focus on something else, literally anything that would momentarily distract me from the pain that had activated my fight or flight response, was when I noticed how eerily silent it was underwater. It was so much more strikingly different than it was on land.

The silence above the surface felt like being alone; blissful, refreshing, and introspective. But underneath the water it was lonely; pressurized, desolate, and suffocating.

Being beneath the darkness of the ice only amplified the absence of sound. This in turn made it seem as though the frantic thoughts in my head were the only thing I heard; they were deafening.

Once the initial shock wore off, I identified the pain as being equivalent to repeatedly being stabbed by a million extremely sharp blades all at once. The pain only intensified as I moved through the water. Every stroke of my arms and kick of my legs transformed each penetrating stab into an agonizing slice that tore deep along my skin from what felt like the inside out. Although I could not die, the sensation was excruciating as it traveled through every nerve ending of my body. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like for him.

Fighting through my discomfort, I adjusted my eyes in the dark water so that I could search for him. I spotted him slowing sinking further and further down, making no effort to swim. His eyes were closed and his face was serene as if he were sleeping. The water surrounding him was tinted scarlet from the blood oozing out his wound. It was safe to assume that he blacked out on impact from shock. If I didn’t get to him quickly enough, he was going to drown.

Using all the force I could muster I aggressively swam to him and was able to grab ahold of his wrist. After tugging him towards me, I did the only thing I could think of that would save his life. I kissed him, giving him my breath. Upon my lips meeting his, a blindingly bright light was emitted and my wings came around him engulfing him in a bubble of my aura. I closed my eyes and we ascended upwards near the surface of the water. Both of our heads broke to the surface. I took a big gulp of air, but he remained unconscious. Tucking my arms under his and gripping him tightly to keep his head above water, I swam to the edge of the river. Once I reached the edge I hauled the both of us up out of the water.

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I dragged his limp body back to the cold pavement. I tried as best I could to find an area that wasn’t coated in a copious amount of snow and gently laid him down on his back. In an instant my lips were back on his to breathe life back into him. I then pressed his chest to push out any water that he may have swallowed into his lungs. Immediately he began coughing up water, sputtering out between choked breaths. He was just barely conscious. His eyes flicked rapidly beneath his heavy eyelids. He barely managed to open them after I gently slapped at his face, but he only looked at me with a glassy stare. He wasn’t fully aware of what was going on or of my presence. His body was only instinctually taking in oxygen to fight for survival.

Taking a moment to assess his state, it was the first time I was able to fully take in his appearance. His skin was pale white, it almost looked translucent. His lips were already tinged blue and ice was beginning to form on his eyelashes. His hair was completely drenched and sticking in clumps to his face and scalp. I moved his bangs off his forehead.

He was shivering. I placed my hand on his cheek. His skin was ice cold to the touch. The water had gone through every fiber of his clothes despite the layers, throughly soaking his body down to the bone. The air around him only intensified the heat loss, bitting viscously at him. He was softly moaning and whining in pain.

It was then that I noticed the snow that was near his shoulder was beginning to stain crimson. Anxiously I brought my hands from where his collarbones were up to my face. The opaque ruby fluid clung to my skin thickly coating my fingers. His clothes were not only soaked with freezing cold water but an excessive amount of his blood. The wound was bleeding at a rapid rate now.

The odds of him surviving were stacked highly against him. Even though I had saved him from drowning, my efforts were going to be in vain. If I didn’t act soon he would imminently die in my arms from either hemorrhaging or hypothermia.

Taking two fingers I palpated his neck to check his pulse. It was sluggish, indicating his health was rapidly declining. His breathing was slow and labored. He was beginning to slip in and out of consciousness.

I used up a lot of my aura already saving him under the water, but had enough to temporarily mend the wound. However, it came with a catch. On the condition that I did heal him, it would result in me not having enough energy to teleport us back to my home where I could finish reviving him. Going on foot would take too long as it would surely run the risk of him dying before we even reached half way there. And on the off chance he did survive the journey, I’d first have to restore my own spirit before I could properly attend to him. Time was of the essence.

Weighing my options I decided to tackle one task at a time, that being to heal his wound, then worry about effectively warming him up after. Placing the palm of my hand gently against his shoulder, I closed my eyes concentrating, willing the golden light energy to flow out of me and into him. In my mind I could see the threads of his being fixing themselves, my aura weaving together the broken pieces. Thankfully his bleeding stopped, but he was still shivering. I felt weaker but it was important that I stay focused. Now I needed to call for help.

“Malachi!!!” I screamed using a little more of my aura to reach out to him, summoning his aid.

Suddenly the shadows that surrounded us quickly came together rising up from the ground and morphed into an intimidating silhouette that towered over us. Before us stood a figure shrouded in what could only be described as the shadows of darkness. They wore a oversized hood that covered a majority of their face. Using their blacken fingers, they removed the garment allowing me a clear look at their face. A boy’s daunting face was revealed.

He had ashen skin that looked as though he rubbed soot into it. Despite the gray coloring of his skin his face was handsome with sharp angular features like his nose, cheekbones, and jawline. All made him appear traditionally masculine. His chin-length hair was straight and the color of the midnight sky missing the glimmer of the moonlight. It fell haphazardly over one of his pale gray eyes, one of his only “light” features. Long billowy black silk robes cascaded down his lean frame further cloaking him in the shadows. Some may have easily mistaken him for the grim reaper, but he wasn’t such a being. He looked at us bemusedly stunned trying to assess the situation. Pity swam in his usually aloof abalone irises. His eyes nervously moved between the two of us as I laid embracing the mysterious boy’s body.

“Please Malachi, I don’t have enough energy. You have to get us home so I can help him. Hurry, he’s dying,” I yelled panicking.

Malachi looked at me confused. His hauntingly beautiful voice echoed in my head. “Mistress you are not allowed to get involved in human ordeals such as their death. It is against our nature.” He cautioned, but his warning was laced faintly with sympathy.

“I know but he wasn’t supposed to die tonight. Death was meant for another. He just so happened to get involved,” I defended hastily. The longer we spent discussing the events that unfolded tonight, the more this boy’s life force ebbed further away.

“Then that is his doing, we must not concern ourselves—,” Malachi argued coldly before I abruptly cut him off.

“Malachi! I beg you. Please.” I groveled in distress at his feet. I don’t know what convinced Malachi. It may have been the way my voice had cracked at the end of my plea, the continuous tears that brimmed over my eyes obscuring my vision and left trails down my cheeks, or how my body curled in anguish as I desperately clung to the boy in my arms, but he reluctantly succumbed.

“Fine. But if there are to be repercussions, you are to take responsibility,” Malachi negotiated bluntly, void of almost all emotion. Wearing a somber expression he knelt down, encircling us both in his arms. The shadows that had previously flowed around him had stretched out towards us. Swiftly they began to envelop us, shielding us from the scene of the river before us. With that we were transported home.

#taehyung fanfiction #taehyung fanfic #kim taehyung #taehyung x oc #bts supernatural au #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts army #taehyung #my writing

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underfell-crystal · 4 years ago

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Time for some OC headcanons!! You can view artwork I've done of them here.

~Crystal (UnderFell)~

•Crystal is one of the only Cryses with one LV, and subsequently her stats are much lower than the other AU Cryses.

•She has better sight than most Cryses, but she still likes to wear her glasses pretty much all the time.

•She loves to bake, as she finds it to be very relaxing and to be an excellent de-stressor. Her favorite things to bake are cakes and cookies.

•She prefers dark chocolate.

•She's one of the shortest Cryses, next to Bloom (currently 2nd shortest) and Meek (shortest).

•Very easy to pick up.

•Loves being in tall places.

~Cryssy (UnderSwap)~

•Cryssy wasn't inherently evil. After she died, her bitterness towards her killers kept her spirit from passing on and corrupted the shell of her Soul, allowing her to come back as a ghost.

•She prefers possessing monsters over humans.

•She can't die, since she's already dead, but her corporeal form can be destroyed, preventing her from coming back as fast.

•She used to like fruit flavored chocolate when she was alive.

•Sometimes she hangs around Meek just to scare her.

~Meek (FellSwap Gold)~

•She likes hot cocoa powder more than chocolate bars.

•She's cut her hair before, but grew it back and never cut it again.

•She occasionally sees ghosts. Nobody knows why.

•She used to have a slight lisp when she was younger.

•She has a mountain of stuffed animals that she proudly displays in her room. They all have names.

•Legally not allowed to say fuck.

•She's only used her switchblade once on another person.

~Reaper (ReaperTale)~

•She's very good at tracking, despite being blind. All her other senses have been heightened due to her lack of vision.

•Her favorite animals are songbirds. She loves the tunes they whistle.

•She's an animal whisperer. She's like a Disney princess. Animals are constantly around her, ranging from deer to rabbits.

•If she ever had chocolate, she'd like unsweetened chocolate.

•She's very trusting- sometimes she trusts too much for her own good.

~Tallie (SwapFell)~

•She rarely does things for free, and only for friends and family.

•She used to wear contacts because she didn't like that her eyes are two different colors.

•When she was younger, she used to refuse to wear her glasses because she didn't think they matched her look.

•She's a bit protective of Meek, kind of like an older sibling. At the same time, she also gives Meek bad ideas and sometimes teaches her new curse words.

•She's always chewing gum. Her favorite flavor is watermelon.

~Harmony (DanceTale)~

•She's very good at ballet, but she has no problem dancing to other genres of music.

•She uses blue magic attacks on her legs when she fights, so if she kicks you in the face, it hurts a Hell of a lot more.

•She prefers chocolate as a topping on other desserts (like ice cream) rather than as a bar.

•She's the tallest Crys, standing at nearly six feet tall.

•She loves wearing light, billowy skirts and just twirling around.

•She's one of the few Cryses that doesn't need glasses.

•The 'mom' of the group.

~Crys (OverTale)~

•She likes mint chocolate the best.

•Her skull turns blue when she's embarrassed or flustered.

•She can summon bone attacks like Sans and Papyrus, but the animal skulls she summons resemble animal skulls, rather than being Gaster Blasters.

•Her Soul is tinged dark blue, with a swirl of yellow.

•She had a gap tooth for most of her teen years.

•Not afraid to throw down with anyone that wants to challenge her.

•One of the stronger Cryses

~Shard (Demon AU)~

•She's not a malevolent demon, but she absolutely will throw hands with anyone that wants to fight.

•Chases off Cryssy whenever Cryssy harrasses Meek.

•Her weapon of choice is a red trident.

•The cracks on her body are from her feelings of insecurity and worthlessness.

•Unless it's someone she trusts, she hates having her horns, wings, and tail touched.

•She can float without her wings.

•She likes rich chocolate the best. It doesn't matter what flavor.

~Bloom (FlowerFell)~

•Another 1 LV Crys.

•When at Stage 2 of her flower bloom phase, she loses her sight.

•At Stage 3, she loses most of her hearing.

•She's exactly two years older than Meek (Meek is twelve).

•She likes white chocolate the most.

•She's constantly clinging to F.F. Sans.

•She rarely speaks above a whisper.

•She sometimes coughs up flower petals.

•Always has F.F. Flowey wrapped around her arm or on her head.

~Asks about my OC's are always welcome!~

#headcanon #oc #undertale #undertale headcanons #oc headcanons #my ocs

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fangirlinsweden · 4 years ago

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August 2020

Down below I will post all the amazing fanfiction I have read during August.

1 ~ Redcove Harvest Chapter 3 by @iwillbeinmynest ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

2 ~ Not So Sneaky by @hopesbarnes ❤️ Peter Parker x Reader Barnes, Marvel 4 times your brother Bucky almost caught your relationship with Peter. And the 1 time he did.

3 ~ Unbreak This Heart part 16 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Steve Rogers x Stacy!Reader, Marvel AU

3 ~ 1947 part 8 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, marvel

4 ~ Unbreak This Heart part 17 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Steve Rogers x Stacy!Reader, Marvel AU

4 ~ XOXO part 11 by @buckysmischief ❤️ Scott Lang x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

5 ~ Flirting by @magicrowiswritingstuff ❤️ Gabriel x Reader, Supernatural Gabriel likes to flirt with the reader who unfortunately is easily flustered in general but especially because of her feelings for him. The Problem? The reader can’t tell if he is sincere or only teasing and making fun of her reactions.

5 ~ Unbreak This Heart part 18 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Steve Rogers x Stacy!Reader, Marvel AU

6 ~ Unbreak This Heart part 19 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ Steve Rogers x Stacy!Reader, Marvel AU

7 ~ Broken Heart part 1 by @holylulusworld ❤️ Dean Winchester x Reader, Supernatural AU

7 ~ How do You Solve a Problem like Bucky Barnes part 4 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

8 ~ Setup by @carryonmywaywardcaptain ❤️ Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural

8 ~ Game Changer Part 1 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU Becca Barnes has one rule. No Bikers. Simple rule, right? Not so much when her father built the Reapers MC and her older brother Bucky is their current Pres. While her father is cooling his heels in prison. Keeping herself out of trouble just isn’t in her blood. Needing to be bailed out of jail by the Club Name, puts her right where she doesn’t want to be. In the center of nothing but Bikers for miles. Only when she lies eyes on Howie Stark, that one simple rule, just isn’t so easy. He’s getting under her skin. He needs to stop kissing her. He has to quit touching her. Is breaking her rule worth it, with the guy who doesn’t do serious? It’s the least expecting ones you should have to watch out for. Is Howie worth ruining herself again for, or will she end up somewhere she can’t come back from?

8 ~ Imagine telling Sam you're a prosecutor on the case he's asking about. by @supernaturalfreewill ❤️ Sam Winchester x Reader, Supernatural

8 ~ Breaking In by @wings-n-tings ❤️ Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Supernatural

9 ~ Game Changer Part 2 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

9 ~ Incomplete by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ❤️ Clint Barton x Reader, Marvel After leaving the reader two years ago, Clint has a change of heart.

10 ~ 1947 - End by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

10 ~ Only Yours Part-Time Part 6 by @seasaurusrrex ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

11 ~ Game Changer part 3 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel Au

11 ~ Pinch Me, I’m Dreaming by @buckysmischief ❤️ Scott Lang x Reader, Marvel AU

11 ~ Reasons NOT to Date by @fluffymisha97 ❤️ Chris Evans x Reader

12 ~ Hate To Love You Prologue - 5 by @revengingbarnes ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU While on her death bed, Y/N’s mother has just one wish; her daughter to be married and settled in her life. It’s something her mother has never stopped pestering her about. But up until now, Y/N had managed to not give into her family’s traditions of arranged marriage. And she might have continued to do so if weren’t her mother’s last desire.Unable to refuse her mother’s desperate plea, Y/N agrees to meet the man her parents have chosen for her. There’s just one tiny problem. Her soon-to-be husband is her ex. More tragically, he’s the one ex she never managed to get over.

13 ~ Hate To Love You part 6 - Epilogue by @revengingbarnes ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

14 ~ Game Changer part 4 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes

14 ~ Have I Made You Uncomfortable? (whole Series) by @marveliskindacool ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, marvel

14 ~ Redcove Harvest Chapter 4 by @iwillbeinmynest ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

15 ~ How do You Solve a Problem like Bucky Barnes part 5 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Au

15 ~ Game Changer part 5 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

16 ~ Perfect Timing by @notimetoblog ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

17 ~ In The Back of the Cab (Lyft) by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

18 ~ Game Changer part 6 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

19 ~ Folklore (Song Series) Part 1: Seven by @imaginationintowords ❤️ Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader, Marvel AU Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album Folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s relationship throughout the years.

19 ~ Game Changer part 7 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

19 ~ Beautiful Is Boring by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Marvel

19 ~ XOXO part 12 by @buckysmischief ❤️ Scott Lang x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Social Media AU

20 ~ Angel Face by @franksufferbuddy ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, marvel

20 ~ Game Changer part 8-9 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

21 ~ How do You Solve a Peoblem like Bucky Barnes? part 6 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

22 ~ Trick Question chapter 2 by @nacho-bucky ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Au

23 ~ Game Changer part 10 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

24 ~ Game Changer part 11 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

24 ~ Folklore (Song Series) Part 2: The 1 by @imaginationintowords ❤️ Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader, Marvel AU

24 ~ What’s Next part 1 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

24 ~ Just A Simple Lie part 11 by @jamielea81 ❤️ Chris Evans x reader

25 ~ Trick Question Chapter 3 by @nacho-bucky ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel Au

25 ~ The Quarantine Diaries part 6 by @barnesjamcs Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

25 ~ Game Changer 12 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

26 ~ Game Changer 13-14 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

27 ~ Folklore (Song Series) Part 3: Betty by @imaginationintowords ❤️ Bucky Barnes x OC!Reader, Marvel AU

27 ~ Redcove Harvest Chapter 5 by @iwillbeinmynest ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

28 ~ How do You Solve a Problem like Bucky Barnes? part 7 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel AU

29 ~ Trick Question Part 4 - epilogue by @nacho-bucky ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

30 ~ Only Yours Part-Time part 7-8 by @seasaurusrrex ❤️ Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel Social Media AU

30 ~ Good Kind Of Trouble by @all1e23 ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Marvel AU

31 ~ Game Changer 15 by @itsanerdlife ❤️ MC!OC!Howie Stark x OC!Becca Barnes, Marvel AU

31 ~ XOXO part 13 by @buckysmischief ❤️ Scott Lang x Reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Marvel Social Media AU

31 ~ What’s Next Part 2 by @kaunis-sielu ❤️ Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x reader, Marvel AU

#August 2020 #2020 #366 Days #2020 Reblog Challange #Reblog Challange #366 Days Reblog Challange #Marvel #Supernatural #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Sam Winchester

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Moonlight Melody - chapter 3

Word Count: 5,431 previous chapter, next chapter

Moonlight Melody masterlist.

semi-proofread. anyways, the third chapter’s about Jessica as a grim reaper and receiving her next assignment which is Joohyun who later meets Grim Reaper Jessica. happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Jessica was thrust awake as she found herself at the Reaper Station's conference room already sitting in one of its seat and in her uniform. She groaned as she flopped her upper body onto the table to catch a nap before the meeting began. It was short lived when she felt someone poke her side.

"I swear, Shannon, if it's you, I'm gonna pushed you in front of a bus again."

Grim Reaper Jessica threatened in a muttering tone with her face still against the table and not bothering to check if it was the death watcher that oversees her duties or not. She heard a male chuckle and turned to see that it was another reaper, Gunwoo, who had poked her earlier.

"I thought by now you would've figured out that we won't die from such mortal incidents."

Gunwoo propped an elbow on to the table and rested his chin upon it while smiling at Grim Reaper Jessica.

"Were you asleep before being summoned?"

"Yes. I took a nap as the heat was getting to me." She responded with a yawn as she sat upright.

"Why suffer with those mortal weathers when you can live here and choose whatever season you want to basked in?"

"That's no fun, honestly. I can't dress up with the seasonal fashion."

"How about giving up your triple life and just becoming a full-fledged grim reaper?"

"No, thanks. I'm sti-"

Gunwoo interrupted her while repeating the words that she always gave him as her reasoning.

"-still waiting on my sister."

He rolled his eyes.

"I remember, but I still suggest for you to cross over. Your sister, too. Isn't it boring being a human though?"

"Not really. Isn't it boring being an immortal?"

"Not really."

He eyed his fellow grim reaper with a grin.

"But who knows, one day I may end up as a mere mortal."

"I doubt you'll make it as one in the end."

"Wow, that's rude."

Grim Reaper Jessica shot him a grin just as Lucifer's booming voice announced his own presence and everyone turned towards the front.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen." Lucifer greeted as he sat at the head of the table upon his throne with a large grin.

He went about their usual discussion and updates before moving on to the last bit of the meeting consisting of assigning the reapers with their missions by Lilith. Grim Reaper Jessica hardly received her missions during the meetings as Shannon always gave them to her at all odd hours of the day. So Grim Reaper Jessica used to wondered why she even had to come to these midnight meetings, but later gave up and just went with it. Still though it got her curious and before she could ask Gunwoo about the subject, Lilith's voice interrupted her.

"Here's our latest user, pinkbaechu, on our REAPER CORRESPONDENCE site. The user signed up a few days ago."

Lilith announced upon Joohyun's account profile popping up on the holographic screen for everyone to view.

"She's quite pretty judging by her picture, but in all honestly she's really bland in personality."

There were some murmurs before Lilith continued.

"Now on to pinkbaechu's actual profile. Her name is Bae Joohyun. She's in her thirties. Born on the twenty-ninth of March. Height, one fifty-eight centimeters. Weight, forty-four kilograms. Her blood type is A. Her Zodiac signs are the Sheep and Aries. She doesn't eat chicken and dislikes coffee."

Lilith read out Joohyun's basic information before moving on to the real reason.

"This pitiful mortal officially got her heart broken by her scumbag of a cheating boyfriend of six years. Talk about summer romance, right?"

The others began mumbling comments about Joohyun's situation while Grim Reaper Jessica began to doze off feeling extremely sleepy for some odd reason before Lilith spoke again.

"Now, the one major thing to note about this case is that none of us here in the Infernal Realm had sent Joohyun Bae an invite to the REAPER CORRESPONDENCE. Yue Lao of the Celestial Realm took pity on this silly woman and decided upon himself to meddle a little bit in her pitiful love life while leaving the rest to the Grim Reaper Station to deal with."

Lilith's gaze looked about the room at the other grim reapers and death watchers.

"Who would like to take pinkbaechu's revenge as their own?"

A lot of hands went up, but Lilith's eyes landed on the dozing Grim Reaper Jessica. A smirk crossed Lilith's lips as she slammed her hands on the table which sent vibrations in the female's direction to jolt her wide awake.

"Hmm?"

Grim Reaper Jessica hummed sleepily while looking about the room casually.

"Congratulations, Reaper J, you have been assigned to pinkbaechu's case."

Lilith congratulated while snapping her fingers to make a black file appear in front of the said grim reaper.

"Wait, what?" Grim Reaper Jessica stared at the floating file before her.

"Why?"

Before Grim Reaper Jessica could protest Lucifer moved on to the next person and she reluctantly grasped the file into her hand with a tired sigh. Gunwoo laughed beside her and she elbowed him to stop, but that barely did anything as he snickered to himself. Just as Grim Reaper Jessica was about to make a snarky remark she felt herself thrust forward and she was back on Earth in her bed. She felt wonky, but came to her senses. Jessica checked the time. It was seven in the morning. She sighed while trying to return to sleep, but couldn't.

"What should I do now?"

Just as those words left her lips did she know what she wanted to do. Jessica went to the Eternal Twilight and sat upon the swing with the various sounds around her creating a tranquil melody. Jessica hoped that her sister's wandering soul would appear. Krystal did not appear and the melody that Jessica heard around her faded away.

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"I seriously knew it was too good to be true. It had to be. I'm such a gullible person." Joohyun muttered with a frustrated sigh after checking her phone for the nth time since she had signed up for the REAPER CORRESPONDENCE a few days ago.

"What kind of app exists to make one's dream come true? Zilch."

Joohyun sighed again as her mood dampened.

"Why would one even exist if that was so easy to do in real life?"

Joohyun received no responses since creating the account. Heck, she received no replies after making a post in wanting to get back at her ex-boyfriend. She knew that her post had a lot of views, but not one person commented on it. Even when Joohyun clicked on the other profiles of the other users it went to private mode. She could only see her account and the posts of others, but a click into a profile and it just wasn't viewable. She couldn't even comment on any of the other posts as well. It was totally weird.

"Maybe it's just a site for ranting and nothing more. A place that's just another place to escape from reality."

Joohyun reasoned while putting away her phone and resumed work. She debated whether to take some personal days off, but didn't want to mope around the house causing her mother to worry. Her mother had her health to worry about instead of her own child to add to it. Besides, Joohyun needed to work to provide for herself and for her mother so she couldn't lose her job even if she despised it at times. Plus, the bank were running low on staff when one of her colleague that she was close with was admitted to the hospital in critical condition a few months ago. None of them knew when she would return.

Anyhow, at the time her mood was in high spirits when the thought of actually getting payback against Bogum was plausible. Now, after days of waiting and nothing happening her high energy dwindled. So when Joohyun returned home she was too tired that she headed to her room telling her mother that it was a stressful day at work. It was partially true. There were too many angry clients that took it out on her when they couldn't access their online banking account. Anyways, gathering energy Joohyun went about her nightly routine.

After changing into pajamas Joohyun finally sat on the carpeted floor of her bedroom. She had her knees pressed against her chest with her back pressed against the edge of her bed while staring at her dresser absentmindedly. Her eyes landed on the pretty MOLDIR tote bag given by that nice woman as she recalled the tinge of excitement and happiness she had these past few weeks because of that. Joohyun had received pictures of her modeling the products and her mother commented how surprised her daughter looked with them. She grabbed those photos from her nightstand and admired them.

Jiwoo had never seen her daughter looked so stunning and glowing all at once like that before. The both of them were even surprised to see the check with the sum for just that brief moment and her mother joking suggested for her daughter to become a model instead of a banker. Joohyun declined, but went through the photos seeing how happy she did looked in them. She didn't think by agreeing to these that it showed another side of her she didn't think existed. Still, Joohyun's mind wandered and a familiar feeling began to settled within her.

She unconsciously traced random patterns into the carpet with her fingers as her mind soon blanked out into nothingness causing the photos to lay about her. A moment later Joohyun suddenly shivered as her room grew immediately colder than it should've been. She rubbed her arms to keep warm while following the moonlit rays coming through her window and noticed it was closed. Same with the balcony door. She wondered if her mother turned on the A/C by mistake, but dismissed the idea since her mother would be the one to say something first about the coldness as heat comforted her better.

Standing up and moving under the covers of her bed instead, Joohyun decided it must be because she had gotten out of the shower and that night time had fallen with the slightly cool late June air in effect and settling in. As she was about to switch off her lamp's light, Joohyun's eyes caught a glimpse of something moving in the shadow cast by her lamp's light. She looked around her room cautiously, but shook the thought away as she wasn't one of those people for believing of monsters in the dark.

Then again, Joohyun did believed that a text message would help her to get revenge on Bogum. Maybe it was just the spur of the moment or something had overcome her, but still it felt real. Anyhow, she wasn't quite sure what to believe now. Being an adult was so tiresome and just mundane with little trifles of life. Anyways, finding nothing out of place except for the temperature being colder than normal Joohyun sighed as she was about to switch off the light until she heard a female voice speak from the foot of her bed.

"Don't do that. You should really leave the lights on. It makes things less creepy and daunting during the night, especially when something you're not used to seeing or believing."

Grim Reaper Jessica suggested while sitting cross-legged and hovering a few inches above the end of Joohyun's bed.

"Good evening. I'm Reaper J. You-"

The reaper was interrupted by Blanc who materialized right in front of Jessica and spoke instead.

"I'm Blanc. You should hang out with me because that ex-boyfriend of yours is a total douche and I have way better skills than him. Even looking like this."

Grim Reaper Jessica telepathically pushed Blanc to the side and was about to continued with her announcement when Eclare materialized a few seconds later where Blanc used to be and introduced himself as well.

"Hi. I'm Eclare. Wow, for a bland personality, you really are pretty and you smell deliciously sweet li-"

Eclare didn't get to finish his sentence as he was also telepathically pushed away by the grim 1reaper to join Blanc off to the side as Grim Reaper Jessica continued before being interrupted like nothing had happened.

"Like I was about to say, greetings, I'm Reaper J and you've summoned me so how may I assist you?"

Joohyun was still frozen in place with her body lying on her side half-twisted to turn off the light and the other half overlooking her shoulder to stare at the floating gothic-like female and two winged cats in front of her. She could only blinked every few seconds with her mouth agape. Grim Reaper Jessica sat afloat with a neutral expression as she bobbed up and down slowly while letting the situation sink in. After like twelve minutes passed did Joohyun finally come to her senses as she slowly positioned herself in a upright sitting position and pulling the blanket cozily around her.

"Who are you?"

The grim reaper smiled at Joohyun upon finally being acknowledged and instantly covered the mouths of the felines with her magic from interrupting and butting in like always before speaking.

"My purpose is to help you out as much as I can with your revenge, but I need to know all that you want me to know, Bae Joohyun."

"H-how do you know my name?"

"I know some things about you, but I know that you want to get back at your ex-boyfriend, Park Bogum. So I'm here to help you with that."

When the words sunk in did Joohyun's eyes lit up with the corner of her lips curving upwards. The more she thought of it, the more her eyes and lips grew wider and wider upon that realization that both Blanc and Eclare snapped Joohyun from out of her little moment.

"Yeah, so just tell good 'ol Blanc how you wanna go about dealing with dirtball Bogum for ya."

Blanc fluttered over to Joohyun and started suggesting things.

"Do you want me to bite him all over? Leave snakes under his bed? Haunt him in his dreams? Make him drink cat piss every time he drinks something? Or should I scratch up his pretty little face for ya? Just let me know what you want me to do. Don't hold back. Really. Don't hold back. I gotchu."

Blanc fluttered on over as well and did the same thing which Joohyun felt an even darker aura coming from him than Blanc.

"How about I enter his dreams and turned them into real living nightmares as he experienced them, but can't wake up? Like over and over as he reaches the point of awareness that he's gonna wake up, but repeats it again and again. That'll show him! Oh! Oh, I know! This one's my all time favorite out of the others that I do."

Eclare giggled mischievously as his eyes glazed over with excitement.

"Maybe every time he opens his mouth to flirt I have bugs and critters come crawling out. It doesn't have to be the mouth and could be another opening of the body. Or I could call up a buddy of mine who's been itching to possess some fool into doing stupid things or haunt him forever."

Joohyun looked at one cat to the other cat and totally did not think that these cute and adorable felines could come up with all these gruesome things they had just suggested. Grim Reaper Jessica shooed the felines away as they disappeared in a puff of smoke leaving just Joohyun and the grim reaper alone.

"Anyways, don't mind them. Tell me your thoughts."

Soon enough the words fell from Joohyun's mouth as she began blabbering about this and that while the words she spoke appeared automatically upon the black file that Grim Reaper Jessica suddenly had in her grasp that Joohyun hadn't noticed at all. Soon enough Joohyun's blabbering died down and she stared at the grim reaper bashfully.

"Um, is that good enough for you, Reaper J?"

"Quite. Thank you."

Grim Reaper Jessica confirmed while scanning the new content within the file before looking up at her charge.

"Anyways, in a little bit you should be receiving some items and I'll explain each one when th-"

The grim reaper was unintentionally interrupted when Joohyun began cooing at the sight of three black puppies suddenly appearing on her bed as they jumped about and all around Joohyun. She instantly petted the canines who immediately rolled onto their backs for belly rubs with the items firmly held in their mouths. To Joohyun, they were not the ferocious hellhounds you would assumed them to be. They were like all dogs wanting attention.

"I forget that this happens often." Grim Reaper Jessica muttered as she closed the black file before swirling her hand and the item disappeared.

The grim reaper looked about the room and caught sight of an expensive looking tote bag. Grim Reaper Jessica didn't think much about the MOLDIR bag and of the fact that she had met Joohyun before in her mortal form. When she was either a cupid or grim reaper for a part of that human life memory was blocked as if to not interfer with the other. Likewise when she was out supernatural uniform. She recalled bits and pieces, but other than that she didn't bother with it. Anyways, the grim reaper's attention returned to Joohyun who's mood seemed to have lifted.

"Aww, you three are so adorable."

Joohyun quietly squealed while petting the hellhounds.

"Wow, your fur is so soft to the touch."

She hadn't felt like this in a very long time. Somehow the puppies gave her a sense of calmness and washed away her sadness for the time being. The hellhounds could feel the grim reaper giving them a pointed look and reverted back to their upright position to get back on track. The hellhound with the red eyes was the first one to speak after dropping a small black-like wooden doll with a red bow-tied string around its neck onto Joohyun's lap.

"Hi. I'm Flesh. The DOLL in your case will be someone that you desire to be a replacement for your ex-boyfriend to help with your revenge. Once that occurs you'll pull the string from around it's neck and your new boyfriend shall appear soon afterwards."

Joohyun paused in her action and stared at Flesh who had just spoken before breaking out into giggles while petting his head.

"Oh my! You can actually talk, too? Just like the cats. Wow. That is so cute."

She gushed as the grim reaper patiently waited for the woman to have her moment. Flesh responded with a small bark before poofing away in a puff of red smoke as the next hellhound with blue eyes yawned after dropping a small round and flat stone onto Joohyun's lap before giving out his instruction next.

"Hiya. I'm Ukulele and in your case of the STONE, it will turn into five mini ruby red gemstones that you're able to eat while making tiny wishes."

He stretched his limbs as Joohyun petted the arch of his back which Ukulele quite liked before speaking again.

"Wish your wishes thoroughly. It will backfire if you don't and they'll come out differently than you had originally wished for."

Ukulele poofed away in a puff of blue smoke leaving the last hellhound with green eyes to present the last of the items for the revenge. The green-eyed hellhound placed a tiny black coin in Joohyun's lap.

"Hello, I'm Hibiscus and I actually don't know what the COIN will do for you in the time it's in your care," Hibiscus admitted as Joohyun frowned while petting the hellhound, "But when the right time presents itself or when you're in dire need of it when you don't think you won't, then it'll activate on its own accord."

Hibiscus soon disappeared in a puff of green smoke leaving only the grim reaper and Joohyun in Joohyun's bedroom. Joohyun gathered up the three items and stared at them lost in thoughts.

"Heed their words and followed their instructions well."

Grim Reaper Jessica reminded Joohyun as the woman nodded obediently.

"I will."

"Please make sure that these items stay in your care and to never lose sight of them."

Just as Joohyun was going to reply that she will, she was stopped when she noticed the grim reaper's gaze.

"The consequence of another mortal finding it or being careless of them will be insurmountable. Do you understand, Bae Joohyun?"

Joohyun slowly nodded in slight fear.

"I will, Reaper J."

"Good."

Grim Reaper Jessica stretched out her limbs as she was now in a standing position while still hovering in the air.

"If you agree to your revenge, then you'll also mark a place besides the one you'll take your vengeance upon."

Joohyun's brows furrowed upon hearing the grim reaper's words.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Your soul will also take its place in Hell once your life has ended. Do you comprehend what that means?"

"Will I die after the revenge has been completed?"

"No. You will live your life to its fullest and you'll die when your time to die comes unless the Fates think otherwise or it's a sudden death."

Grim Reaper Jessica calmly looked at her charge.

"Do you wish to carry on with your revenge, Bae Joohyun?"

Joohyun looked down at the items and then up at the grim reaper with a slow nod.

"Are you sure?"

The grim reaper asked once more before a final confirmation.

"I'm sure, Reaper J."

"Very well then. Please hold out a hand."

Joohyun was puzzled by the command, but saw Grim Reaper Jessica slightly motioned in the air with one of her hands and suddenly floating in front of her was a feathered quill and a golden parchment.

"This is a binding contract of your wish to take your revenge," Grim Reaper Jessica explained, "When you're ready to go through with it, then please say, 'I, Bae Joohyun, hereby adhere to the agreement with Reaper J', and it'll finished the rest from there."

Joohyun nodded as she recited the words the grim reaper informed her of.

"I, Bae Joohyun, hereby adhere to the agreement with Reaper J."

Joohyun held out a hand once the words left her mouth after reading the contents and winced when she felt a small prick to her index finger. She witnessed as the few drops of blood splattered at the bottom of the parchment sealing her fate.

"The deed is done."

Just as Grim Reaper Jessica finished talking did Eclare poofed back with a mischievous grin while casting his eyes onto Joohyun.

"Now that the agreement is settled, what should I do first, Ms. Watermelon?"

Joohyun wasn't sure how to reply as everything was still fairly fresh in her mind. She instead looked at the black feline clueless even with the weird name he had just addressed her by, but luckily Grim Reaper Jessica intervened.

"For now, Eclare, tail after Park Bogum. Take all notes of his activities, close relations, and other vital information for Joohyun to exact her vengeance on him when it's time."

"Will do. I got your back, Ms. Watermelon."

Eclare disappeared as Blanc looked over at Grim Reaper Jessica.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing."

"You're joking, right?"

"I'm not."

Joohyun watched as the white feline and the grim reaper banter a bit.

"Oh, c'mon, Sica. Let me help out."

"It's not your place to help here in the first place, Blanc."

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"You're no fun."

"We're not supposed to be having fun."

"Says you. This is right up my alley."

The grim reaper eyed the white cat.

"Does that halo of yours need to be replaced?"

"Can't. I figured that out in my first few years as one of Heaven's familiars."

"Make sense."

"Since it does, then le-"

"Anyways, Blanc," The grim reaper was done bickering with the white feline and interrupted him, "Not as of yet."

"So what can I do?"

"Like I said before, but this isn't really your jurisdiction, Blanc."

"But you just said 'not as of yet'. That means I can help."

"For now, just stay on the sideline and I'll let you know."

Blanc huffed knowing that was true, but nodded.

"Fine, but you know my name."

"Indeed."

Blanc looked over at Joohyun

"Remember me, Ms. Watermelon. The name's Blanc and if you need my help just call my name. Like, seriously, I'm being totally serious."

Joohyun just nodded in understanding.

"Okay. Laters."

Blanc poofed away in a cloud of white smoke while Grim Reaper Jessica did some stretching one last time and gave Joohyun a steady look.

"Just call my name, Reaper J, and I'll appear to you when possible. Please only do so if you're in need of me or have any serious questions regarding your revenge plan. Other than that, I'll always be close by even if you don't call for me."

"Um, what about the hellhounds and the cats?" Joohyun asked with a curious look.

"They won't appear on their own unless I send them or they accompany me when I visit you. So you don't have to worry about them unless the need is dire."

Joohyun nodded before glancing at the reaper with a thankful expression.

"Thank you." Joohyun thanked her. "Thank you so much."

"For what?"

Grim Reaper Jessica tilted her head curiously.

"For giving me a chance to get back at my ex-boyfriend for doing me wrong all this time."

The grim reaper shook her head.

"No need to thank me. I'm just here to provide you the means to do so."

Joohyun just nodded as Grim Reaper Jessica gave her another look.

"Now, to seal the deal again."

Joohyun was confused as the grim reaper hovered closer to her and offered out her right hand.

"Your other hand, please."

"But I thought we already did it a moment ago with the quill and paper thing?"

Grim Reaper Jessica continued to offer her hand not explaining what the other deal was so Joohyun did as told and held out her other hand that wasn't pricked before. She winced again when she felt another slight sting to her other index finger as a small pool of blood appeared. Grim Reaper Jessica firmly took Joohyun's pricked finger and placed it against the open page of the black file from earlier.

"Now the other real deal has been finalized, Bae Joohyun. Take care."

Before Joohyun could respond the grim reaper de-materialized along with the black file. She was left alone in her room once again, but this time around she had the three items from the hellhounds in her grasp to let her know that it wasn't made up and very real than before.

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Joohyun glanced at the clock and wished time moved quickly so that she could go on her lunch break already. She thought she would've been fine working as a teller today, but now she wished she was doing consultations instead. The workplace had some early morning gossips that concerned her, but she wasn't aware of it except receiving weird looks and giggles behind her. Besides that there were some rude and impatient customers today as well. Joohyun had no clue why people were so grumpy about their own money even after informing them that she just manages the depositing and withdrawals of their accounts.

After working some more did she finally take her break and away from the workplace. Joohyun learned who had started the gossip as one of her colleagues actually lived in the same building complex and on the same floor as Bogum. He had overheard bits and pieces of the conversation between her and her ex-boyfriend and couldn't wait to tell the others at work after learning a little more, too. Still Joohyun wished that he had minded his own business instead of spreading gossip. She wondered how long before it would die down and they would gossip about something else after.

Anywho, Joohyun comfortably sat outside a small restaurant with the sun blocked by the umbrella and a cool summer breeze coming and going from time to time. She was sipping a pink island ice tea while people watching and eating a smoked salmon sandwich. She didn't have much of an appetite and so thought a light lunch would do her some good than nothing. She reached into her purse for her mobile device when her hand came into contact with something smooth. Joohyun pulled it out and realized it was the black stone that Ukulele had given her.

"I wonder if it tastes like cherries or strawberries when they turn into a ruby gemstone like the blue-eyed puppy had explained."

She observed the stone with an amused look before becoming shock when it suddenly turned into the said ruby and broke into five tiny pieces. Joohyun picked up one of the pieces and felt its texture like it wasn't candy at all. It felt more like an actual real gemstone, but had an airy feel to it, too. Curiosity got the best of her as she ended up popping it into her mouth. She savored the sweet taste of mixed berries as it exploded onto her taste-buds. At that moment her eyes had caught sight of a fancy car with an equally handsome man behind the wheel when it came to a stop due to a red light. In an awe-like state while admiring the handsome stranger Joohyun unconsciously made an indirect wish aloud.

"Oh how I could somehow work for a guy like him and have a boyfriend as handsome as him."

Joohyun swallowed the piece shortly afterwards and almost choked on it a second later when at that moment the good-looking male turned his head in her direction. She averted her gaze and downed the iced tea to distract herself so that it didn't look like she was just staring creepily at him. She eyed the vehicle and the man a moment later just as he had driven off when the light turned green. Joohyun sighed in relief as she shook her head at the situation. She tenderly placed the rest of the gemstones into one of her purse's pockets before enjoying the rest of her lunch and returning to work afterwards forgetting about what she had just done.

When she returned home later that day and entering her room Joohyun noticed that the doll from Flesh had changed it's overall appearance. She clearly remembered that it was still a wooden-like doll with no apparent features when she left this morning. She picked up the now human-like doll and admired how handsome it had become despite the same string tied around its neck. If she didn't know better, the doll's handsome appearance seemed almost familiar. Her fingers slightly held onto one of the bow-tied ends and contemplated if she wanted to pull it loose or not. While quietly staring at the doll she wondered why it had changed yet didn't resemble an exact person she had desired to replace Bogum.

"Wait a minute. Was it because of what happened earlier? Did I do something?"

Joohyun was immediately reminded of the gemstones from earlier. Her eyes widened as she realized that she may have made an unconscious wish when she tasted one.

"What's going to happen now?" She asked to no one in particular.

"Is it going to be bad or good?"

She glanced around her anxiously before settling her eyes onto the doll. She nodded with a determined face as it oddly gave her courage instead.

"Well, I've come this far."

Joohyun told herself as she slowly pulled the string of the bow-tied loose.

"Everything has been decided and I need to see it to the end."

Once the red string became detached from the humanized-like doll did the two items fly out of her hands and into the air. They swirled above her head and around the room before disappearing altogether in a bright yet dark reddish glow. Joohyun shield her eyes from the brightness before she blankly stared at the area where they were once floating before taking a deep breath. She inhaled deeply before releasing it and went about the rest of her day like nothing had occured and letting the grim reaper's doing do it's thing.

#staytheb #jessica jung scenarios #red velvet scenarios #got7 scenarios

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vicstwashington · 4 years ago

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Seen this on Variety website. Though it was really good!

The 9 Biggest Burning Questions Ahead of Friday's WandaVision Finale

SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't seen Episode 8 "Previously On" of WandaVision please don't read!!!

Who is "Fietro"?

Evan Peters arrived at the end of Episode 5 "On A Very Special Episode" , claiming to be Wanda's brother, Pietro. Since then the internet has been in a tizzy over why Peters was playing Pietro Maximoff, and not Aaron Taylor-Johnson, who originated the role in “Avengers: Age of Ultron.”

In Episode 8 ("Previously On"), it was revealed *it was Agatha all along*, having magically pupeteered an alt-Pietro to prompt Wanda into confession over how she is using complex magic (now revealed as Chaos Magic) to control West View.

But why Evan Peters' Quicksilver? Many thought this was Marvel Studios President, Kevin Fiege's way of introducing X-Men into the MCU but it seems likely now - with only one episode to go - that this plot point will go unresolved. Maybe he really was a way for Agatha to get Wanda to spill the magic beans.

Are The Twins Real?

In one of the comic book inspirations for “WandaVision,” Agatha explains to Wanda that the twins she had with Vision disappear from existence when she’s not around to conjure them into beings.

Wanda's magic expands vastly in WandaVision, but it's not perfect and West View townspeople were real before Wanda showed up. Billy and Tommy however, were "conceived" inside the Hex, and grew to 10-year-olds in roughly 48 hours.

Was Agatha behind Billy and Tommy’s rapid aging when she sprayed “lavender” on them as babies? Or did she merely take advantage of the situation as a way to manipulate Wanda and will take them away to provoke emotion from Wanda?

In the [West Coast Marvel] comics, Billy and Tommy end up getting reabsorbed into the soul of Mephisto, the devilish Marvel Big Bad some have surmised is behind Agatha’s set-ups. It’s only later that Billy and Tommy’s souls are freed and placed inside actual human boys, who become the Marvel superheroes Wiccan and Speed - and become part of the Young Avengers.

In Episode 8 we see Wanda create Vision from a yellowish haze that could signify Mind Stone powers are behind his resurrection (inside the Hex) and it's clear here he is his own being, with his own thoughts and dawning awareness (he explores West View and leaves without Wanda's knowledge), but he also cannot survive outside of the Hex. Will this be the same for Billy and Tommy?

Is Monica the MCU's First Mutant?

After Monica dives back into the Hex for a second time (this time willingly) in Episode 7 "Breaking the Fourth Wall" - we see her develop abilities like glowing blue eyes, super strength and the ability to spark blue-tinged energy - though we don't yet know the full extent of her powers.

All evidence seems to point to Monica Rambeau becoming the superhero Photon, who in the comics has also gone by the names of Spectrum, The Lady of Light, Sun Goddess and even in some storylines Captain Marvel.

In the X-Men films and comics, mutant biology is explained as human mutants possessing an X-Gene - that gene is then activated usually by aging, stress or trauma.

If Marvel Studios somehow ties in that Wanda is, in fact, a mutant, then Monica Rambeau would technically not be the first one to step into the MCU scene.

What is Agatha's Book?

In the 7th and 8th episodes of WandaVision we see this book in Agatha's dungeon, emitting a strange mystical orange aura. The focus on it as Wanda first enters the dungeon couldn't mean a mere coincidence; just another prop in a creepy dungeon.

There are plenty of magical books in the MCU - Doctor Strange has seen/read his fair share - including the Darkhold, the Necronomicon and the Tome of Zhered-Na - but none of which have been explored in the films.

It could be the Book of Cagliostro, the book of dark mysticism that was stolen from the Ancient One’s (Tilda Swinton) private library in the first “Doctor Strange” movie. Agatha owning the book is a sure possibility of Doctor Strange's' tie-in for the sequel, Multiverse of Madness, and making his cameo in the season finale highly potential.

Is There a Bigger Bad Beyond Agatha?

Only in Episode 7 did we come to realise that it was *Agatha All Along*, before fingers had been pointed at Wanda for the actions inside of the Hex. But it turns out Wanda wasn't entirely to blame.

Agatha revealed to Wanda in Episode 8 that she sensed Wanda's powers and decided to come check out what was happening, since then it's seemed like Agatha is desperate to know the full extent of Wanda's powers and where she got them from (especially as she knows what Wanda supposedly is - "This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you, the Scarlet Witch").

Whether or not Agatha has existing alliances with other Big Bads in the Marvel comics that could become relevant in this current MCU phase (and/or in future ones) — such as Mephisto, the Grim Reaper, Nicholas Scratch, Salem’s Seven, Nightmare, Chthon, Ghost Rider, etcetera - it doesn't necessarily mean they'll be introduced in WandaVision.

That said, this is the MCU and there's no clear "Big Bad" for the next few phases of the MCU for our heroes to fight against. Will they follow a similar route that of Thanos with someone like Mephisto?

Who Is The Mysterious Guest Star?

This could be the trolling of the decade - and we all fell for it.

For weeks Paul Bettany had teased us with a surprise actor popping up at the latter end of WandaVision. He reported that it's been an actor he's “always wanted to work with” and in the show “[they] have fireworks together."(He announced this after Evan Peters' reveal).

Actors including Al Pacino, Mark Hamill, Patrick Stewart, Michael Fassbender, James McAvoy have been theorised from the clues Bettany hinted at, playing various roles such as Professor X, Mephisto, Magneto etc.

At the end of Episode 8, in a post-credit scene, S.W.O.R.D Director Hayward awakened White Vision, who is also played by Bettany. Did Bettany mean himself all along? It's likely we may see White Vision (of S.W.O.R.D creation - he has no memories and doesn't speak in the comics) come head to head with Wanda's Vision in the finale.

Will Vision Survive the Finale? Can He?

Episode 8 heavily showed us the trauma and loss Wanda has experienced in her life, including Vision, who helped her after she lost her twin, Pietro in Sokovia. And the Hex is an example of just how powerful Wanda can be in grief.

If “WandaVision” were to end this season without Wanda confronting what she’s done, and finally allowing herself to accept Vision’s death and move forward, well, this wasn’t the show that we all thought it was going to be.

White Vision may come head to head with Wanda if he manages to kill Wanda's Vision - if she can help create him, surely nothing can stop her from destroying the evil doppelganger of her soulmate in the blink of an eye?

Either way, it looks like Vision will have to die in order for Wanda to move forward.

Will S.W.O.R.D Survive the Finale?

Before WandaVision we had never heard of S.W.O.R.D (Sentient Weapon Observation Response Division), but the organisation has been around for years, in the trusted hands of Monica Rambeau's mother, Maria (played by Lashana Lynch) who was then followed by Tyler Hayward (played by Josh Stamberg).

S.W.O.R.D is like the F.B.I, but for space, and Director Hayward's focus has seemed to be entirely on resurrecting Vision and what powerful weapons can be created from Tony Stark's (and Bruce Banner's) creation.

White Vision could be the end or the beginning of S.W.O.R.D, but with upcoming Marvel films set in outer space incuding Thor Love and Thunder, Guardians of the Galaxy 3, The Eternals, Captain Marvel 2, it's unlikely that the organisation tieing Earth to these other-worldly characters (including the Skrulls) will be wiped out after it's first introduction.

Will Doctor Strange Show Up in the Finale? Or any other Avengers?

We already know that Elizabeth Olsen will be reprising her role as Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch in Doctor Strange 2: Multiverse of Madness, as will Benedict Cumberbatch as Doctor Strange, in March 2022.

Marvel Studios chief Kevin Fiege has remarked repeatedly, that WandaVision directly links up with the events of the Doctor Strange sequel. So it's not entirely unbelievable that Doctor Strange will pop-up in Wanda's self-created reality. Whether this arrival will be a happy visit or not, is the question.

Will he be taking Wanda away to protect her from the likes of Agatha Harkness or S.W.O.R.D? Will he be taking her on a journey through the multiverses to help him save the world? Or will he be taking Wanda to help her study the Chaos Magic and her Mind Stones' powers (like the Ancient One did with him in the first Doctor Strange film)?

#WandaVision #WandaVision Spoilers #Elizabeth Olsen #Paul Bettany #Wanda Maximoff #Vision #Marvel #Disney Plus

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jokertrap-ran · 4 years ago

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[Kuroshitsuji Collab] 5★ William T. Spears (Normal) Translation

第３話　仕事は勤勉に Chapter 3: Work, diligently.

“When you ask him in regards to his job...”

CV: 杉山紀彰 (Sugiyama Noriaki)

*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *Name will remain as my normal ( ラン )

強い風が通りを吹き抜け、ウィリアムさんの前髪を揺らす。 The strong winds on the streets ruffled William’s bangs.

ウィリアムさんは素早くコームを取り出し、額に垂れた前髪を撫で上げた。 Seemingly noticing his hair being blown out of place, he whipped out a comb and combed it back into its original position.

（ちゃんとした人だとは思うんだけど……） (I do think that he’s a very put-together person, but...)

私は言葉をかけられないまま、隣を歩くウィリアムさんを見上げる。 I walked beside him, watching, unable to find the right words.

あれからしばらく聞き込みを続けたけれど、同じことを繰り返すばかりで…－。 I’ve been listening in on him for quite awhile as he approached others, but it’s just the same thing repeating over and over again...

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ウィリアム『私は英国を担当する死神です』 William: “I’m a reaper stationed in England.”

女性『え……！？　し、死神って……！』 Woman: “Huh!? A d-death god…!?”

ウィリアム『規定に基づき人間の魂を回収しており…－』 William: “I was headed to collect the souls in accordance to the list-”

若い男性『ははっ、真顔でそんなギャグ言われても～！』 Young Man: “Haha, saying a gag like that with such a straight face’s such a waste~!”

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（誰に聞いても、驚かれたり茶化されたりするばっかりだった……） (We’d only get surprised reactions or be teased by the people we approached...)

ラン「ウィリアムさん、その……」 Ran: William-san? You know...

ウィリアム「はい」 William: Yes?

声をかけると、ウィリアムさんがすっと私に向き直る。 William swiftly turned to face me when I called out to him.

Choice SUN: 死神というのは？ What's a reaper？

ラン「死神というのは……？」 Ran: What's a reaper…?

ウィリアム「死神は、死神です」 William: A reaper’s a Death God.

ウィリアムさんは、ため息を吐きながら眼鏡を上げた。 He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Choice MOON: あなたの正体は？ Who are you, really?

ラン「あなたの正体は……？」 Ran: Who are you, really...?

改めて聞うと、ウィリアムさんは呆れたように眼鏡の奥の目を細めた。 He closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation when I asked him the same question once more.

ウィリアム「ですから、私は死神です」 William: Like I said, I'm a reaper.

ラン「あの……もう少し、詳しく聞かせてくれませんか？」 Ran: Er...Could I know more about what it is, exactly?

ウィリアム「……」 William: ……

まっすぐ前を向いた彼の眼鏡が、日差しを受けて鋭く光る。 His glasses glowed as the lenses reflected the sunlight that shone down.

ウィリアム「死神は、上から配布された魂の回収リストに基づき死亡予定者を審査する事が仕事です」 William: The job of a reaper is to screen the souls of people who are expected to die soon in accordance to the soul recovery list provided by the higher ups.

ウィリアムさんは、丁寧に自分の仕事について説明してくれる。 He thoroughly explained what his job was and what it entailed.

物事の柔らかさの反面、眼鏡の奥に見える黄緑色の瞳は冷たさをはらんでいて…－。 His eyes were like cold shards of ice, despite how warmly he talked about his work...

ラン「審査……？」 Ran: Screen…?

ウィリアム「死亡予定者がその世界にとって有益か無益化を審査します。　ですが、それは万が一が無い様確認作業をしているに過ぎません。　淡々と、坦々と……」 William: We screen the individual slated to die to see whether their existence will benefit the world. That, however, is only to confirm if we should reap their souls or not. There is less than one in a million chance that someone goes off scott-free. We do it indifferently, indefinitely...

まったく抑揚のない声に、背筋に冷たいものが伝う。 The fact that he was saying such grim things with such an emotionless and cold voice sent shivers down my spine.

ウィリアム「ですから、一刻も早く帰らねば。ただでさえ死神は人員不足なんです」 William: That’s why I have to return back to my original world as soon as possible, considering how we reapers are short on personnel even at the best of times.

ウィリアムさんはそう言うと、歩みを進める足を速めた。 Having said that, his strides quickened.

（信じられないような内容だけど……それが、ウィリアムさんの仕事なんだ） (It’s rather hard to believe...but that’s what his job really is.)

（すごく大変みたいだし……早く帰る方法を見つけないと） (Seems like he has it rather hard too...We should hurry and find a way for him to return home!)

ラン「あ、あそこに商店街があります。お店の方なら、情報に詳しい人が多いかも」 Ran: Oh, there’s a shopping district there. The people running the shops might have more information than the ones here.

ウィリアム「……なるほど」 William: ...I see.

私達は、たくさんの店が建ち並ぶ通りへと足を踏み入れた…－。 And we proceeded to step a foot into the street filled with shops

… ……

道行く人が、黒服を着込んだウィリアムさんを物珍しそうに眺めていく。 All the passer-bys gave William, dressed in his impeccably black suit, odd looks, for such a sight isn’t normally seen in these streets.

商人の男性は、浅く被った帽子を被り直しながら考えを巡らせていた。 The shopkeeper fiddled with his hat, adjusting and re-adjusting it as he pondered.

商人「変わったことねえ……」 Shopkeeper: Any strange things, you say?

ラン「なんでも構いませんので」 Ran: Anything at all.

商人「うーん……そういや、ガルティナの同業の奴が言ってたんだけど。　なんでも、女言葉で話す眼鏡の兄ちゃんが現れたらしくてさ」 Shopkeeper: Hmm...Oh, come to think about it; there’s something I heard from someone in the same business. He’s stationed in Gartina, though. But if you’re interested in it, he mentioned something about a guy who suddenly turned up out of nowhere and spoke in a feminine manner.

ラン「女言葉……？」 Ran: He spoke in a feminine manner?

商人「そいつの店の宝石とかドレスとか、すげー大量に買い込んでったらしいぜ。　いいよなあ。ここにも来てほしいよ。真っ赤な長い髪をしてるらしいから、すぐにわかると思うし」 Shopkeeper: That guy bought an extravagant lot of jewelry and dresses from his shop! How nice...I wish he’d come over to my shop too. I think I’ll recognize him at first glance since I was told that he had long, flowing, bright red hair!

商人はうらやましそうに天を仰いだ。 The shopkeeper looked up to the sky whimsically.

（手がかりには……ならなそうだよね） (That doesn’t seem like it would work as a lead...)

私はお礼を言い、ウィリアムさんを振り向く。 Thanking the shopkeeper for his time, I turned back to face William.

すると……彼の眉間には深い深い皺が刻まれていた。 That’s when I found him with deep wrinkles between his brows as he furrowed them.

Choice MOON: 心当たりが？Does he know who it is?

ラン「あの、もしかして心当たりが…－」 Ran: Does it ring a bell, perhaps...?

私の言葉を遮るように、ウィリアムさんは短いため息を吐く。 He sighed in response to my words, cutting me off.

ウィリアム「まさかとは思いますが」 William: I can’t believe it.

Choice SUN: どうかしましたか？What's the matter?

ラン「どうかしましたか？」 Ran: Is something the matter?

声をかけると、ウィリアムさんは気持ちを落ち着かせるように首を振る。 He shook his head in response, seemingly having calmed his emotions.

ウィリアム「いえ、失礼。あまりにも私の知り合いを彷彿とさせたもので」 William: Pardon me. That just sounded remarkably familiar and reminds me of one of my acquaintances.

その手には、いつの間にか高枝切りバサミのようなものが握られていた。 In his grip, was a gardening tool. A pruner, to be exact.

（え……？） (Wha…?)

鉛のように鋭く光るそれを、彼は自分の体の一部のように自然に抱えていて…－。 It glinted in the light, seemingly sharper than it looked. He held onto the tool, as if it was naturally a part of his very being.

ウィリアム「未回収の魂が大量に残っているというのに、帰る方法を探しもせず遊び呆けているなど……」 William: To think that he’s fooling around in this place and not making an effort to find a way back when we still have a large amount of uncollected souls waiting for us...

声色に怒りをにじませる彼の背後で、冷たい炎が揺らめいている気がした。 I could almost feel the cold flame burning behind his back at how his voice was tinged with barely restrained fury.

ラン「あ、あの、ウィリアムさん…－？」 Ran: Uh, William-san…?

ウィリアム「職務怠慢もいいところです。然るべき制裁が必要ですね。貴方だとしたら……ですが。　……グレル・サトクリフ」 William: Not to mention the fact that he’s neglecting his duties as we speak. It seems like certain measures have to be put into place. If only you knew what’s lying in store for you...Grell Sutcliff.

ウィリアムさんの眼鏡が、冷徹に輝く。 William’s glasses glinted chillingly in the light.

なぜかはわからないけれど、グレルという人のことが、少し可哀想に思えるのだった…－。 I don’t really know why, but even I felt a little sorry for the person named Grell...

つづく… To be continued…

#夢100 #yume100 #translations #yume oukoku to nemureru 100-nin no oujisama #夢王国と眠れる100人の王子様 #otome #William T. Spears #William T Spears #kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #杉山紀彰 #Sugiyama Noriaki

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