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kitcam-the-great · 2 years ago

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A Humbling Origin Story

(Fantastic cover art by @WillowzzA on Twitter! Please go check out her art as it is fantastic!!)

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Author’s Note: I wanted to cause The Sheriff (aka Jimmy) some pain, so therefore decided to add meaningless significance to his encounter with the Warden.

Now anyone would be afraid of the creature. One sound and you’re done for, but what makes Jimmy’s encounter so special. Why is he, the law, so afraid of this blind creature?

What if I told you that his encounter with Gem wasn’t his first?

•-•{🌟}•-•

Tumble Town.

A bustling little community smack down in the center of the desolate mesa. And though it serves as the hotspot for gunpowder farming and trading, it is home to one of the lands largest, and deepest, coal and gold mines.

Jimmy, the honorable Sheriff of the busy little town, remembers the day they opened up the mines. He remembers all the adults placing bets on how much they’d be able to bring back, the ridiculous fortunes they’d make. He remembers kids, just a little older than he was, telling stories about all the monsters one would find in those caves. How easily they could take any of them down if they had the right tools. Hell, they didn’t need tools. They were brave and big and strong. Something that poor little Jimmy was not.

You see Jimmy throughout his childhood was always used as a scapegoat, a test dummy. Constantly picked on for his size and easily tricked into getting into trouble with the locals. He felt worse than little. He felt small.

When stories of the deep dark made its way round the town, the older kids all turned to that pathetic little kid they loved to beat up, and Jimmy was having none of it.

“Get a load of this guy! Y’all really think he’s gonna come out of those caves alive?”

“Yeah right! Lil’ twerp wouldn’t last a day in there?”

Three boys began to circle Jimmy like vultures, eager to grab him and toss him around.

“Leave me alone!”

Was all he could muster up in that time.

“Y’know I’m willing to bet he wouldn’t even last a whole dang minute in that there mine!”

Jimmy spoke up again

“I so could!!”

Two boys then began pushing him back and forth toward each other, with each tug rougher than the last. They laughed at the way he began to tear up.

“Lookie here, brother! He thinks he can take on all them monsters, but here he is cryin’ his lil’ eyes out!”

“Aww what’s the matter lil’ baby? Can’t handle a lil’ tustle? Go on! Cry some more pipsqueak!”

“Maybe the monsters will feel bad and leave ya alone!”

They gave him one final shove into the ground, practically howling at how hard he hit his head in the rough terracotta.

Jimmy just cried. He knew he wasn’t as strong as they were, nor as cruel. What made him so sure he could say he would last at all in the mines? God why was he so stupid? So so stupid.

“Alrighty fellas, simmer down a bit. Cause I got an idea.”

Out of the blue, the older of the lot spoke up.

“Now lil’ bitty Jim here thinks he can waltz on into those mines no problemo! I say we give him a shot.”

The other two boys’ faces began to contort in confusion.

Jimmy’s eyes grew wide with fear.

“Yeah. Y’all know what? How ‘bout tonight we all head up to the mines, go down the deepest cave and give the lil’ fella a good ol’ fashioned send off?”

Now the boys’ confused expressions slowly turned into crooked smiles.

“B-But I can’t- I’m not g-gonna-“

Jimmy stammered out, but he was interrupted by the older boy sloppily hoisting him off the ground.

“Oh sure ya can pal! You been out here sayin’ you’d be able to last in there! Now’s your time to shine! Innit boys?”

Despite the contrasting emotions, through sheer reading of each other's expressions, the four boys could all come together on one thing: this would be one hell of a night.

•-•-•-•-•

Midnight was a risky time to be out in the lonely lands of the mesa. Plenty of space for mobs to crawl out of the depths of the dark and roam the flat and dusty surface.

Regardless, the path to the mines, and down it for that matter, were relatively well lit. It helped even more that the oldest brought a bright burning torch of his own with him. It was just them and the sounds of the depths below.

For the record, none of these boys had ever set foot in the mines. Jimmy hadn’t ever gotten a chance to even see the entrance of it first hand. So for this to be his first adventure was certainly a step up somewhere..

Despite it all the first few moments of the expedition were rather peaceful, apart from the occasional jump scare from one of the older kids. The cave was nice and cool and was brilliantly lit up with torches and the occasional glowberry vines.

The sounds of rushing water eased his fears, especially after seeing two playful axolotls splashing about their little pools. If it weren’t for the circumstances earlier, this would be exciting, relaxing even.

The best part of it all, there were no encounters with mobs. Granted the occasional growl of a zombie or the hiss of a creeper were heard, but only at a great distance. The travel party hadn’t had a face to face encounter.

Now to Jimmy this was fantastic, but the other boys were getting bored. They wanted to scare the kid, not take him on a joy ride. That’s the whole reason they made up those stories. About the darkness and the ancient cities. It’s what those archeologists were talking about when the mines opened up.

Then they hit a snag. The light of the torches dwindled down to almost nothing.

The stone they walked on faded into deep slate then into something they hadn’t seen before. It was soft, like grass, but it was deep blue in color with little flickers of white and cyan.

The walls around them soon enough we’re coated with the stuff. There were pretty soon no more torches. Only blue lanterns.

The only familiar light they had was that of their one torch.

“The hell are we..?”

“Beats me..”

They continued to walk around aimlessly, oddly careful not to make too much noise. Not like anything was watching, or listening..

All the boys jumped at the sound of a bat squealing and flapping its wings, flying overhead and landing on a different part of the cave roof. And then they heard something else.

A deep, gurgling sound..

Taking their eyes away from the bat and lowering them down to a strange looking warped plant. It matches whatever they were walking on, though seemingly lighter in color, and had wavy stems.

The boys inched closer, quietly.

“What is that..?”

“Heck if I know. Some kinda weird plant thing-“

Their whispers were interrupted by the bat again, who decided it was bored of its new spot and looked for its old one. The squealing and flapping caught the attention of this fauna, and lit it up instantly. It made that same grumbling noise.

All of a sudden the fear of the two brothers in the group turned into curiosity.

“Aw cool! It senses sound. Wonder if it’ll pick up Jimmy screaming later!”

The two of them snickered.

Jimmy was unamused, and seemingly the oldest was as well. He kept looking around up, torch high up in the air.

“You think it’ll hear this?”

One of them said, jumping as high as they could and landing with a loud thud. And sure enough the sensor did. Lighting up instantly upon contact with the vibrations.

“Oh oh! What about this!”

The other one also jumped, this time repeatedly. The sensor lit up again, grumbling in sync with each thud.

The boys were having fun, and Jimmy was apprehensive. He slowly creeped towards them.

“Hey you guys, knock it off! Something could hear us!”

And now their fun was spoiled.

“Like what? A zombie?”

One said in a mocking tone.

“What about a skeleton?”

“You think a creeper could light up this thing?”

“I mean- if a bat could..”

They were so distracted by their curiosity that they didn’t notice the sensor lighting up with their voices. Now Jimmy was beginning to panic, and spoke up again, careful about not being too loud.

“Come on you guys, stop it! It can hear you!”

“Woah! Just by us talking? Neat!”

“What about IF I YELLED!!”

The sensor grumbled long and deep. Keeping it’s light up for the longest it’s been. And the brothers looked at each other, and cackled. Back and forth they started to let out the biggest yells and hollers they could. Followed by the sensor’s gurgling sounds after.

Jimmy backed away, covering his ears and shutting his eyes tight. He began to tear up, afraid of what was going to happen next. The oldest boy spoke up soon enough. Curiously also looking frightened.

“Y’all stop that! We ain’t alone here!”

All the brothers did was laugh at the stupid sounds the sensor made after them. They kept screaming.

“Y’all I’m not kiddin’ around anymore! Cut it out!”

But they didn’t. They continued to scream and shout. The sensor gurgled long and hard and soon after came another scream.

But it wasn’t their own.

“Shit..”

The group turned, with the light of the torch, eying what it was that shrieked. Another plant looking thing, only a lot less plant, and a lot more structured. There were pillars at each corner, and dead center where swirling lights, with faces..

Then, everything went dark. The light of the torch completely burnt out. What followed was the rumbling sounds of the depths below. The ground began to shake. The rumbles became louder, the walls started to shake. Rocks and lanterns fell from the cave walls and ceiling. Then the most horrifying sound they’d heard all night.

The ground was broken, and from it emerged the most horrific thing they boys could hardly see.

“Is that..?”

“Oh hell!”

“RUN FOR IT!”

The three bullies booked it to the opening they came from, their screams of terror only attracting the beast towards them. Jimmy tried to run for it too, but with just his luck he dropped over a fallen rock. The thud of the ground altered the sensor which then alerted yes the shrieker, which finally alerted.. that..

That thing..

Jimmy looked up ever so slightly. He just wanted to really see what he was dealing with.

This beast was massive. Tall and wide, it’s head with nothing but a gaping void in the middle. It looked like it had horns or antlers, decorated in whatever the stuff they were walking on was.

The body was the word part. Its arms were long, thick, like tree stumps with sharp claws, same with its legs. Its ribs were exposed, another endless void with swirling lights with faces inside, similar to the ones of the shrieker.

Perhaps they weren’t lights at all..

It marched closer towards where Jimmy was lying. Stalking its arms across the floor, sniffing the air.

Jimmy didn’t dare move. He didn’t dare speak, hell he didn’t dare breathe. He shut his eyes tight as the creature finally stopped, inches away from him..

It lowered its head towards the small quivering boy, and sniffed. He could feel its breath on him. He couldn’t stop shaking. He was scared. He wanted to go home, he wanted to scream and cry and run far far away. But he couldn’t.

If he made one sound, he was sure to be condemned to die.

Once the creature had finished, it seemingly decided there was nothing there. It groaned in frustration, as if its prey had run away from it. Then it let out a loud and long gut wrenching roar into the cave.

Jimmy quickly curled up and covered his ears. Opening his eyes slightly he noticed it wasn’t hovering over him anymore, so he decided to make a break for the exit.

He didn’t care to notice the sensor or the shrieker. He didn’t care to notice that whatever that thing was was chasing him from behind. He wanted to get the hell out of there.

With every ounce of whatever strength he had left, Jimmy climbed up the mushy surface and eventually reached the cobbled deep slate. The beast was clawing at the walls right underneath him.

He was just catching his breath, thinking he’d made it out scott free, but then a low groan was heard from it. Jimmy backed away slightly. The creature roared in anger, building up all the force it had.

Whatever was inside its ribs lit up. Whatever, it was just angry, Jimmy thought of it in hurry. He began to run when he was suddenly hit by a booming force. It knocked him into the cave wall, which was just beginning to be filled with torches again.

Jimmy yelped in pain, ears ringing. He struggled to his feet, arm against the wall. His whole body ached, his legs were shaky, hands were covered in blisters and cuts. He tried to make his way again, when again, another forceful shockwave hit. It was far too much pain to bear.

The last thing Jimmy heard before knocking out cold, was the roar of the warden. This time, sounding like one of victory.

-•-•-•-•-

The following morning was a trying one for Tumble Town. The boys went home crying to their families about what they’d done and what they saw. Locals were speechless and upon hearing that four went in and only three made it out drew the concern of many.

Miners and a few archeologists were sent in to investigate. One excavator was venturing past the lush cave into the deep slate, when he heard a coughing noise. He looked around, lantern in hand then noticed a small, curled up Jimmy. Battered and bruised head to toe.

He quickly called for assistance, and soon enough Jimmy was pulled out of the caves and out of the mines.

He returned to Tumble Town, the kid who was said to be killed by the beast of the deep dark. He was bombarded with questions from several other kids, bullies included.

“How’d you make it outta there?”

“Were you scared?”

“Did ya fight 'em off?”

“Dang you gotta have some serious balls to take on that thing!”

And one right after the other the comments and questions wouldn’t stop. The boy who survived the warden. The bravest of the bunch. Who would’ve thought it to be lil Jimmy Solidarity.

He, however, tuned it all out. He was still far too stunned. Jimmy simply limped back to his small hut by the ranch.

His parents would be proud, he heard some folks say. He was a real trooper, he heard from others. He didn’t care to hear it at the time. He weakly waddled into his crooked bed, wrapped himself in his old yet soft blankets and started sobbing.

The next few days were normal, well as normal as they could be. Jimmy was not treated like some sort of prodigy rather than that scrawny kid people loved to pick on.

Amongst it all he began to realize something. People were treating him differently. Better than before, because of the horrifying thing he faced. They practically called him a hero.

If he could grow up to be that someone that everyone respected, that everyone feared, then he’d be on top of the world.

So thanks to that humbling experience, Jimmy, now being raised by the local saloon keepers, learned two valuable things.

One. No one was ever going see that they got to him anymore. All they’re going to see is just how badly they’d messed up.

Two. Never underestimate the importance of carrying a revolver with you.

•-•-•-•-•

Tumble Town continues to thrive, and as it stands is an incredibly charming and welcoming little city. There would always be a reason for the locals to be celebrating and playing loud music late into the warm evenings.

The saloon keepers, a sweet couple they are, continue to feed and look after everyone they could. Including Jimmy. They were never able to have any children of their own, so after seeing Jimmy in absolute tatters after his adventure they couldn’t risk him being out there alone again.

And boy howdy were they ever so grateful. And so goddang proud of just how strong and brave he’s become.

Guess all The Sheriff needed was a sonic boom in the right direction.

#empires smp #empires season 2 #empires jimmy #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #mcyt #mcyt fanart #mcyt fanfiction #headcanon backstory #I’m genuinely real proud of this #and go follow Willow on Twitter rn #do it cowards

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cheegu3 · 3 years ago

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~ Yandere Jaemin - The jester ~

[hi babies, this is one part of my nct fairytale series this one based on Alice in wonderland with jaemin <3, it had influence from both the original book and the book by marissa meyer centred in the universe + a lil of my own stuff]

I love alice in wonderland and jaemin so I’m so sorry how long this is lmao also yes I did write all of this on the same day ;-;

wc: 3.6k

summary : you live in wonderland, and everything is normal until a stranger shows up - a jester who says he’s looking for you, he seems innocent and sweet but is he really?

TW / trigger warning: yandere themes, mentions of - violence, murder, swearing, blood/gore, 18+ (suggestive), etc

The yearly mock festival was coming to an end. Humans and creatures alike were slowly making their way to the stairs and to the comfort of their homes. A stranger was also making their way over but not to his home, to the crowd. He slipped through it unnoticed and stopped, bowing in front of the queen.

She looked at him in curiosity but also in fascination. He was very much used to this, having people stare at his beauty and the way he presented himself - elegant and cocky.

‘‘ My majesty. I come to seek refuge in your town ‘‘ the stranger said.

The queen raised her eyebrow at him and waved at the deck of cards close by, almost stumbling over their own feet in fear of displeasing the queen.

‘‘ Show this gorgeous stranger that empty house ‘‘ the queen demanded to the cards in a shrill voice.

‘‘ Yes ma’am. Come this way! ‘‘ they answered in union.

The stranger followed them in silence but kept his distance. They went far and near, up and down the crossroads and curvy paths until they reached a small cottage. It was far from the other houses and the village but he liked it immediately.

‘‘ Here we are sir! ‘‘ the cards exclaimed in union again and turned like robots ready to go back the way they came and serve the queen, it was all they knew after all.

‘‘ Excuse me ‘‘ the stranger had had one thing and one thing only on his mind throughout the whole trip there.

The reason he was here in the first place

You

‘‘ Do you happen to know where...y/n is? ‘‘

The deck of cards looked baffled, one of them even chuckled.

‘‘ y/n? Why would you want to see her sir, she’s so very eh- ‘‘ one said

‘‘ -mad ‘‘ another filled in.

‘‘ Who are you anyway? ‘‘ said another

‘‘ Jaemin, I’m a jester from far far away ‘‘ he said with clenched teeth, growing impatient at the lack of answer he was getting.

‘‘ Why would you like to see her? ‘‘ said one

‘‘ She’s not special ‘‘ said yet another

‘‘ I have to ‘‘ he said firmly and was now clenching his fist.

‘‘ She’s not far from here sir. She lives in the cottage opposite this forest ‘‘ said one card with cloves on his front.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘ Jaemin exclaimed in relief and watched as the deck of cards turned and walked down the path.

On the outside it looked like an old cottage like any other, with broken windows and an overgrown garden. The jester wasn’t surprised, they must’ve given him the most ugly and worn out house since he was still a stranger but with a few snaps of his fingers, the inside would look a lot better than the outside.

As he had finished snapping his fingers three times he saw the familiar white cloud in the window but before he walked in he had to check around the area. He thought he heard the rustling of leaves and twigs being broken.

Looking to his right, he saw in the distance how a girl was walking towards him. Instinctively his heart started to beat faster because what if it was you? The girl was wearing a dress which was blue and she had a white apron tightly wrapped around her which was full of flour. In her right hand she was holding a basket filled with something and her hair shone bright in the sunlight that was peeking through the thick trees above.

// YOUR POV //

You were just about to walk past your favourite abandoned cabin when you noticed, it was no longer abandoned. A handsome young man, about the same age as yourself was standing outside it. You being all alone though, this far out from other people made you scared so you kept your head down right when you passed by him.

‘‘ Hey! ‘‘ you sighed in disappointment, all too often creepy men or creatures would try to stop you and flirt which made you very uncomfortable.

You tried to put on a fake smile before you turned to face him.

‘‘ Hi! ‘‘

‘‘ You’re y/n ‘‘ he stated.

You probably looked very confused to the stranger. How did he know your name? In this wide land, you were a nobody and this random man you just stumbled upon seems to know who you are - by the look of his curious brown eyes studying you - maybe he even knew everything about you.

‘‘ Yes..sir. Can I help you? ‘‘ you asked hesitantly and wanted to punch yourself for sounding so small and helpless.

The boy took some time to answer, suddenly looking a bit nervous the way he fumbled with his hands.

‘‘ Oh, I just. I’m your new neighbour, Jaemin. The cards said I might meet a young woman here who lived close by ‘‘

Shit, you were really too paranoid sometimes, this was just a harmless boy who had moved in right next to you.

‘‘ Oh! Yes of course ‘‘ you smiled at him with more genuine warmth now

‘‘ Welcome to the neighbourhood then I suppose ‘‘

They boy nodded and chuckled. He was very attractive, and you were pretty sure he knew it. Tall, dark and handsome with puppy like brown eyes and fluffy hair. He had a defined nose and rosy lips that matched his smooth and beautiful skin. But the most attractive thing about him, to you, was the way he carried himself.

That smile could just about make any girl fall for him, maybe even worship him. As he stood there looking at you become entranced with his beauty you began to wonder if he was using magic on you so you put your guard up again slightly.

‘‘ Thank you. I hope to see you around, where do you work? ‘‘ he asked and you almost bit your lip at the look he was giving you, it was very intense and his smile yet again so charming.

‘‘ Oh! ‘‘ you exclaimed suddenly, you had forgotten to answer and had just stared at him getting completely lost. You saw him smirking at this.

‘‘ I-I work at the bakery in town, hence- ‘‘ you gestured to your flour dusted apron and dress with a sad smile.

He laughed heartily but assured you,

‘‘ You look fine, trust me ‘‘

You smiled shyly in response. It felt like he was kind of flirting, he was giving you that look again that both turned you on and made you creeped out, it said

I know everything about you

Nevertheless if that was the case, you felt very much intrigued with this new stranger and you didn’t want him to be a stranger for long.

‘‘ I suppose I’ll see you around then ‘‘ you said suddenly when the tension had built up even more and you started remembering all the responsibilities you had at your work.

It felt like you had been here for about an hour and you had muffins to bake and customers to please.

‘‘ I suppose you will ‘‘ he answered with an amused glint in his eyes.

You decided to turn even though your body and heart really wanted to stay. Your intuition and head however won over the battle inside you and told you to get the fuck away from him.

You kept your back turned as you made you way past the mysterious boy. You had a feeling that he was still watching you as you went, eyes never leaving you and it freaked you out a little, making you shudder.

The rest of the day went on as if it was like any other day. Tons of baking and getting your hands dirty, chatty customers and delicious desserts. By the end of the long workday your muscles were aching. You cleaned up and did your usual routine of locking up the store when everyone had left.

Usually you wouldn’t think twice about walking home in the dark, your bakery closed at midnight so it was way past sunset. It was practically pitch black outside and no one was on the streets, they were all at home probably sound asleep. For some reason the queen had decided that all houses be soundproof in the village. So the fear was increasing when you thought about the stranger, the dark and walking home alone because if something happened no one would help you - they wouldn’t hear you scream or hear you cry out for help.

You turned the key that locked the bakery with shaky hands but tried to compose yourself. You had a very odd and naive thought in your head,

If I don’t get attacked tonight I can trust Jaemin

It truly didn’t make any sense but just about every cell in your body wanted to trust him, and wanted him to like you, like the way you were so attracted to him.

‘‘ y/n? ‘‘ a voice behind you said interrupting your thoughts.

You shrieked and jumped in surprise, throwing your arms up in some pathetic attempt at defence in case you’d need it.

‘‘ It’s just me, your neighbour ‘‘

You lowered your arms and smiled at him apologetically.

‘‘ Sorry ‘‘

‘‘ Don’t be I get it. It’s dark, no one’s around and I just startled you like that, I should be the one to apologise ‘‘

‘‘ No no, it’s just that I don’t like walking home in the dark ‘‘ you assured him, now feeling really guilty.

‘‘ I can walk you home ‘‘ he offered with a friendly smile.

You were silent for a bit, thinking to yourself before making up your mind.

‘‘ Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you ‘‘ you returned back the smile even though you still felt a bit uncomfortable.

Jaemin joined your side and waited for you to step away from the shop and decide the pace.

You walked in silence beside each other. You felt a bit nervous, not really being sure if you were supposed to start a conversation or not but then it dawned upon you, why the fuck was he alone there in the village anyway?

You glanced at him quickly to see if it would give you a clue to this mystery but he looked as he always did, nothing was different. So you decided to drop it and thankfully you didn’t have much more time to overthink about it because your house had now appeared in sight.

He still had a chance to take you if he wanted to, it was dark, quiet and no neighbours were close except for well...conveniently enough, him. But he didn’t. He kept his distance all the way up to the house and stepped back when you got up on the porch.

‘‘ Thank you ‘‘

‘‘ My pleasure miss ‘‘ he said with the same amused glint in his eyes.

You turned around and walked in, closing the door and locking it. Well inside you leaned on the door allowing yourself to calm down a bit.

He didn’t do anything

You shrugged and went upstairs, getting ready for bed and falling asleep not long after your head touched the pillow.

The next day he was the first thing you thought about in the morning before you jumped to your feet and rushed to put on your clothes and get to work.

You broke into a sprint constantly mumbling fuck to yourself and basically bursting in the bakery. The few customers inside and the cashier you had hired looked at you in shock.

You stopped for a bit to catch your breath before explaining, still out of breath to the cashier.

‘‘ The-Ball-I-Have-To-Bake ‘‘ you managed to press out between every breath.

The cashier gasped and immediately left the desk.

‘‘ I’ll bring you the ingredients ‘‘

You swallowed and nodded to the customers when you walked past them disappearing into the back room where you did your magic.

You put down your stuff and put on your apron already in action when the cashier came in, put the ingredients on the table and hurried out again.

You ended up making several pastries and cakes to the queen’s liking and by the end - about six hours of straight baking, you were so exhausted you decided not to go to the ball.

The cashier peeked her head in about an hour before it was to start.

‘‘ I’ll send these up? ‘‘ she walked up to the finished products and you just nodded at her, drying off the sweat that had formed on your forehead.

After that you spent the rest of the hour leading up to the ball cleaning up all the mess you had created.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You sighed, it was already closed but you have had to deal with customers knocking anyway wanting treats when you weren’t open. You put down your cleaning supplies and hurried to the door. Through the glass door you saw the outline of your neighbour.

‘‘ Jaemin? ‘‘

He shook his head and tutted at your state when you opened the door.

‘‘ Do I really look that bad? ‘‘ you said and glanced down quickly.

‘‘ For a ball, yes. Otherwise, no you look exceptional ‘‘ he said

You snorted at his flirty comment.

‘‘ I’m not going, too busy ‘‘

‘‘ What? No way. I won’t let that happen ‘‘

You turned to face him again, having walked up behind the desk to count today’s money. He leaned over the desk and tried to give you his puppy eyes.

‘‘ I can’t go like this Jaemin, sorry ‘‘ you said and shrugged your shoulders.

He scrunched his nose and stopped trying to use his puppy eyes on you now.

‘‘ I have magic ‘‘ he tilted his head when he saw this caught your attention.

‘‘ Really? You’re a jester? ‘‘ you rolled your eyes.

‘‘ What, is it not cool enough for miss or something? ‘‘ he jumped over the counter effortlessly and was now standing very close to you, closer than he’d ever been before.

They way he was towering over you basically looking down on you made you chuckle unexpectedly.

‘‘ Yeah sure it’s cool enough I guess ‘‘ you answered playfully attempting to push him out the way so you could walk past.

He put his arm out, not letting you.

‘‘ Do you use it a lot on the ladies? ‘‘ you added and held the eye-contact

He snickered and made a very cute expression which made your heart melt.

‘‘ Of course. Every time ‘‘ he said sarcastically ‘‘ Now, will you let me ‘‘ he waved to your messy state.

‘‘ I guess why not ‘‘ you said and closed your eyes.

When it was silent for a few seconds you opened them again and you saw white clouds surrounding you all around, when it had cleared and disappeared completely you could finally see his work.

You were wearing a champagne coloured silk dress that was quite tight at the top with spaghetti straps and flowed out at the bottom, highlighting your curves. Looking at you hands, they as well were polished and clean and you hair was in a sleek ponytail, feeling as if it had been washed.

‘‘ I’m impressed ‘‘ you said at last when you noticed his worried expression, anxiously waiting for your opinion.

He exhaled deeply.

‘‘ Thank god ‘‘

You giggled at his cuteness.

‘‘ Shall we go? ‘‘

‘‘ Certainly ‘‘ he answered and extended his arm for you to take.

The walk this time was also pretty quiet, the castle wasn’t too far away you could already see it from here but you just couldn’t help yourself,

‘‘ Hey Jaemin? ‘‘

‘‘ Yeah ‘‘

‘‘ What were you doing so late at night in the village yesterday? ‘‘

Although you didn’t look at him, you could feel him get a bit uncomfortable.

‘‘ Browsing I guess ‘‘ it was your turn to feel uncomfortable now, all the stores closed a lot earlier than your bakery and everyone in town knew that but he hastily added, ‘‘ The villagers told me your bakery closed very late so I thought I’d go by and buy something. Unfortunately it was closed though ‘‘ he laughed and looked down shyly when you looked at him in surprise.

‘‘ Why’s that, horrible sweet-tooth? ‘‘ you said

‘‘ No, just wanted to support my neighbour. That’s all ‘‘

You nodded and felt a bit guilty for being suspicious of him. If your guards hadn’t been down before they sure were now, basically in hell. You felt incredibly comfortable and at ease with Jaemin and you did for a moment think you were starting to fall in love with him.

This feeling would arise again when you had finally reached the castle and were greeted by the white rabbit.

‘‘ Invitations and names please ‘‘ he said in a stressed voice, his eyes all the time looking back and forth, darting between guests.

The jester gave the rabbit one of his charming smiles and you watched as he interacted with other people, even that was attractive, god what was wrong with you?

He fixed everything for the two of you, showing both of your invitations and names and you leant back letting someone else do the work for the first time in your life. It was nice, this weird feeling of being taken cared of.

He took your hand when the rabbit let you through and he lead you towards the dessert table. You raised your eyebrow at him when he started basically inhaling entire pastries of yours.

‘‘ I have to see how talented you are ‘‘ he defended himself when he saw your judging look.

You rolled your eyes and waited for him to finish, eyeing the other guests as you did. When he finally was done - after eating half the table you noticed - he dragged you out on the dance floor.

It was a slow song. You gave him a shy look, not sure if you wanted him to see how much you liked loved him or for onlookers to see that either for that matter. But he insisted, pulling you close to him and starting to rock slowly to the beat of the music. He gave you a big childish grin and you laughed, starting to move as well and letting you be drowned in this feeling.

It felt like it truly was just you and him in this world, and he would protect you and love you forever. He could do you no harm, he was amazing.

You probably radiated these feelings through the lovingly eyes you were giving him and he looked at you the same way. Everyone else faded away and it felt like you were in a fairytale, just how magical it all felt...until it didn’t,

The music was abruptly stopped and murmuring filled the hall. You didn’t have the energy to worry about it so you leaned your head again Jaemin’s chest feeling sleepy. In the distance through your dazed eyes you saw the white rabbit approach you, until he wasn’t very blurry anymore, he was clear and right in front of you clearing his throat.

‘‘ Miss you need to come with me right now ‘‘ the rabbit said in a shaky voice.

‘’ Hm? ‘‘ you said sleepily not yet leaving Jaemin’s arms.

‘‘ What’s going on? ‘‘ Jaemin said in a worriedly.

‘‘ It’s uh, something very terrible has happened to her parents sir ‘‘ the rabbit looked down on the ground under the intense stare of the jester.

‘‘ Let’s go, y/n ‘‘ he whispered to you gently and took your hand.

You had no idea what was going on but followed like a lost puppy. The rabbit lead you to a carriage which you were put in and sent off. It stopped outside your parents house, a mansion closer to Jaemin’s house than it was your own - on the outskirts of town.

‘‘ Wait here. I’ll see what’s wrong ‘‘ he said and stepped out.

Your head felt heavy, like you’d fall into eternal sleep any minute now - that’s how tired you felt, like you hadn’t slept for decades.

‘‘ y/n dear? ‘‘ the carriage door opened again and two hands extended to take your weight. You walked up to it, staggering and let yourself be lifted down.

Everything was a bit blurry but you could make out the familiar outline of your parents on the ground. They were in front of their front door and they didn’t seem to be moving. Blood was flowing out from their necks and their limbs were twisted in weird, unnatural angles.

This must’ve been the terrible thing the rabbit had been talking about...

You tried to walk towards your parents but your foot hit something. You looked down and jumped back in surprise. It was another body, no - you looked around, it was several bodies of the guards.

‘‘ What happened to them? ‘‘ you asked Jaemin in a horrified voice.

‘‘ I don’t know ‘‘ he said and bit his lip, lowering his raised right hand and entwining his left one with yours.

‘‘ Look at me y/n ‘‘

You turned to look at him, starting to feel a bit overwhelmed and scared of everything going on. You felt crazy, like you had no idea what was real and what wasn’t.

‘‘ You and I, we’re gonna live together. Far far away from here and we will be happy forever because you love me right? Say it! ‘‘ he roared the last words but you weren’t scared. You just looked at him with loving eyes.

‘‘ I love you ‘‘ you said like a robot,

completely entranced

you were his

forever

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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Okay I just wanna say that I really love your writing!!! Hope you and chimmy are doing well! Can I request a drabble with merman tae and y/n's a human and they're childhood besties and tae likes her but she's a dumb little bean. I just realised how many 'ands' are in that sentence. If you don't like it then...ahem know that I still love you!!! 💖💖💖

pearl of mine

pairing: taehyung x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: merman!tae is the reason why tourists can’t find any more shells and pearls in the shore, y/n owns more beach houses than deduction skills, and concierge!yoongi’s the hero :D // gif from pinterest

notes: are u kidding me baby i love it AND you!!!! chimmy barks his regards <3

“hmm? where’s barnacle boy?”

alright there goes your peace and quiet

it’s very nice to know that where yoongi is, translates to meaning that all your peaceful thoughts automatically aren’t there

if he’s not manning the concierge, it means he’s there keeping you company!!

annoying you

your ten minutes of bliss of just having your calves dipped into the water is interrupted now but it’s ok!!

after all, yoongi’s ur right-hand man anyways!! he’s the one who keeps track of everything and you’re so close to convicing your dad to put him in the family will too

you can’t manage your family business all by yourself!! how exactly are you gonna manage fIVE of the hotels that your parents have put under your care by yourself

five of the seventeen hotels that your family owns..,.,.,

（；＿；）

your dad gives you tOO much trust and he believes in you like actually a lot

a lot more than you could ever trust yourself tbh

he doesn’t want you to take charge only when he retires or dies!! you’re his little dove and he wants you to be as immersed in your family’s group of companies

it’s generous but of course it’s hectic

which is why you’re spearheading the handling of the actual main hotel he’s put under you!!

and the rest of the less major ones, you’ve had to go through a long and tedious process for so you could find an actual trustable manager and supervisor that wouldn’t commit embezzlement and-

yoongi’s about to scare you again by nudging your lower back with his foot, but you’re ahead of him when you nip his ankle with your nails

“... it’s mermaid man.”

he scoffs out a laugh because what was supposed to be a teasing nudge for your friend that’s clearly nOT human, turned to your joke instead of his

he doesn’t need to look at his watch to know what time it was by then bc he’s practically memorized the skies and the tide at this point

every 5:20 in the afternoon, you and taehyung would meet here!!

you come outside at exactly 4:50 to give yourself some leeway into preparing whatever you’d be giving him or rather, pestering yoongi what you think you should give him for that afternoon

it doesn’t necessarily have to be grand! on most days you just make him waffles without the crusty edges (he likes it the most when it’s so hot that it was still soft and jiggly) and the filling would be whatever food he hasn’t tried yet

.... basically.......... almost everything

but now it’s 5:23 and he could tell with how the water didn’t settle to the wooden platform as well as it did when it was 5:20

yoongi could actually TELL the difference because he’s seen you do this for the four years he’s been working here

the hotel had three wings — the shore wing, the balcony-sturdy-treehouse-type of wing, and the cabana wing

you bounce all around the place because naturally, you aRE the boss here, but afternoons really were just reserved for the cabana wing

where there’s a staff cabana by one of the wooden paths that lead to it, and one specifically reserved for you and probably yoongi now lmao bc he wouldn’t take a nap anywhere else

it’s you just sitting by the deck of your cabana that houses your too-expensive waffle maker, and a cozy blanket then deck pillows outside where you lay when taehyung’s there perched by the wood

you easily have three plates always, and yoongi just goes a lil bit soft that you let him intrude your routine with the merman

but today, all that highLy seems unlikely

“he’s totally not coming,” he exaggerates all in one breath, not having the decency to wait bc he’s stuffing his cheeks full with waffles

everything’s a hit or miss with mermaid man anyways and yoongi would rather nOT try his adventures of waffles with buttered rice in between no thank u

so that’s why he’s sticking with his trusty s’mores waffle!!! :D

put chocolate spread in between while it’s STILL in the pan, then tiny little marshmallows with crushed graham crackers and 10/10 u will see heaven

he gets crumbs on your sundress and you barely even grimace because you’re used to yoongi and all his yoongi-ness at this point

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you know what.,.,., maybe even longer than twelve years

this one’s marked on your calendar you can just SNIFF it

what you distinctly remember is your dad picking you up from school then suddenly deciding that he’ll teach you the ropes

you knew what everything was coming to because suddenly, you’d take your daily after-school snacks at the hotel

and then your weekends were slowly merging into memorizing names and amenities

... and then sitting by your dad’s chair with a juicebox when he had meetings

then before you even realize, you’re managing five hotels under your name and a particularly large one mainly

it was when you’ve had a suckish day at school because you cannot seem to just gET the multiplication table of 7 and your dad’s chasing after you again so you could get to see the fire escape plans as “fun little puzzles!!”

ya know what maybe you should go outside

it didn’t exactly click into your young mind that holy shit your family’s LOADED

all you knew was that people greeted you left and right even if you didn’t know them and you’d always be offered stuff you didn’t even ask for :D

all you cared about was skipping by the cabanas but holding by the rope on the side bc what if you fell lmao

yet what did fall to the water beside you was your bracelet!!!

:((

a red, single-threaded, string bracelet from your wrist that must’ve gotten loose

it’s something you’ve never took off and the sheer panic in your mind was tOO HIGH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

even before you could call out to your dad though, or any of the staff that would literally drop everything to help you, something just shifts in the water

it’s too quick for you to even decipher and the multiplication table of 7 would’ve been easier to figure out

the moment you crouch by the end of the deck was when you see it aGAIN

there’s this incredibly pretty boy that emerges from the water, only his shoulders up to his head peeking out

he most certainly didn’t look... from around here tho

your attention’s immediately fixated on your bracelet, the one on his mouth as he only tilts his head when you do the same, an eager squeal breaking him out

hold on

wait a second

you’ve seen this in the tv sometimes!!! they were uh creatures that liked being by themselves in the sea

lol which is basically every sea creature

but the narrator said something about them looking like humans???

AND BESIDES

you overhear your dad talking about them sometimes

AND THEN IT HITS

THE HANDSOME FACE!! THE SHINY PRETTY-

up and age???

opened etch????

how do u spell that again

THE TAIL!!! THE PRETTY TAIL LOOKING LIKE THING!!!

“o-oh!! you’re-...”

“t-taehyung...?”

the boy who looks like your age replies, looking unsure of himself yet didn’t want to disappoint you either

you meant merman but it’s okay!!

your hands retrieve the bracelet from his mouth, a little giggle at the complexity of the situation

he was completely sold at that

this was his first human!!! his first actual human interaction and it wasn’t really bad as what his brothers painted out to be

you and taehyung took off from then and ya know what,,, maybe you even start purposefully dropping things in the water if you feel a little impatient that he hasn’t peeked his head yet

and yes yes that’s a completely iRRESPONSIBLE thing and your dad stopped you before you could possibly throw out a whole backpack into the water

which was weird for him to look at because there’s absolutely no one he could see in the water

it was a routine that not one of you ever skipped on once!!

even if you were sick and tae thinks that it’s the most pathetic thing because he doesn’t EVER get sick??? sue him for having a cold because he’s in the water 24/7 yea

even if one was late and wouldn’t be able to see the other, there would be an item placed by the deck as proof that they were indeed there!!

tae sometimes leaves a random conch shell or even seaweed in the shape of a heart when he’s swamped with his arrangements

even if there’s a storm, which taehyung absolutely loves because the water’s all cold!!! and it gives him a fun little ride when the waves are all wonky

you leave out a lunchbox that’s snug in a fixed mailbox (you forced yoongi to attach it) by the side of the deck poles and that would count as your attendance

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you are totally UNBELIEVABLE

yoongi snorts, almost choking on his waffles with how hard he did it

“and you’re twelve years dumb.”

ok now you take offense

huh???

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you can’t be any more clueless, can you??

as if on cue, there’s the familar flop and splash that you nudge yoongi to be in his best behavior

taehyung makes his afternoon appearance by outlandishly doing his trick in the air, undoubtedly giving you a splash you’re used to by now

he literally does not care at the thought of anyone possible seeing him

besides, they physically can’t anyway because there’s a spell cast onto the area, allowing nobody to see them besides you

... and yoongi ://

he’s rather grand with his gestures and his words and even before taehyung knew the common lingo on ground, you could tell he was a little more stubborn with his strong expressions

after all, taehyung’s a prince at sea but at land.,.,.,.

<3 well <3

“i’m here!”

taehyung bEAMS radiantly, making you crouch and hold out your hands, him putting his face out immediately for you to squish

“oh, oh! i got you something, y/n!”

he seems to remember out of the blue in the middle of chewing his waffles, yoongi having to suppress another sigh

the prettiest pearl necklace :-)

“tae i already told you that-...”

you’re about to start berating him again with the gifts because what seemed to be so ordinary for him is very fAR from yours

you pout and tae only pushes the necklce to you further, not taking no for answer when he had to squint his eyes extra hard to look for the pearls this morning

to be honest you have sO much jewelry from taehyung

the common theme of it was of course they’re something you could get at sEA

and whenever people ask you about them, u have no idea how to tell where you got them

today’s pearl necklace was a little different — something more dainty and smaller and wraps around your neck like a choker would, a little more suited for everyday wear

“thank you!!!”

you smooch taehyung on the cheek extra quick and it takes every fiber in his tail to stop squealing

yoongi watches you two be disgustingly sweet and PLATONIC yet again, and he could only zero in on the pearl necklace around your neck

that is the fifth time this week

that is the fifth set of pearls you’ve gotten this week

normally you’d get a pearl every now and then and the often minuature sand sculptures

but this week changes the wHOLE ball game

“do you want a pearl ring?”

taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, boxy smile on full display and he looks breathtaking in the golden hours that you immediately poke his cheek

yoongi’s eyes widen because that’s literally-

you don’t seem to find the weight on his question because you only let out a non-commital sound and whisk him away on another conversation about his day

he’s long since dropped out of yours and taehyung’s conversation, going back to the concierge because his presence is required

and he still can’t shake off how CLUELESS you are

it’s when the night gets a little more chilly and you could see taehyung go beneath the water more often, taking it as a sign that he’s going back and his brothers are looking for him

“night-night, tae.”

you offer the top of his head a kiss, rushing back to the cabana to put on your coat and right on time, you miss the way taehyung’s eyes are bigger than a goldfish’s

(@_@)

oh my god

oh my fucking god

taehyung really hATES you

he hates you so much!!!!

SO SO MUCH

he resigns back into the water and he doesn’t even move at all

just defeatedly sits on the seabed and his aura effectively puts off everything around him

his heart’s beyond heavy and his eyes sting and he never wants to resurface ever again

he’s trying not to get upset too much because his emotions have the capacity of changing the tide and it would literally resonate through the seas if he gets even more sad

taehyung’s trying to rEPRESS everything back in but it’s no use :((

“hey, hey, calm down. what’s wrong?”

his brother immediately swims to his side at the first slight tremor he felt, having only little trouble in locating him

“i-i asked y/n if she wanted a pearl-...” tae stutters and he has to physically hold his chest to not sOB at your name, an insurmountable feeling of dread at his chest

yeah, you! namjoon knows you

in fact all his brothers know you and you’ve met each other multiple times, but not as often as you and tae did

they don’t need to see you everyday to know that taehyung is head over tails in LOVE with you

the mention of you and their brother’s gifts in the same sentence isn’t anything new

“okay? but you give her pearls all the time? and-”

“... ring.”

pearl ring

“yeah? and what did she say?”

joon himself tries to quell the distress he feels because taehyung’s emotions are morE than potent to affect to everyone, most especially his brothers

he sees the others swimming to them from afar, worried frowns already on their faces and namjoon doesn’t want to panic even more

“nothing!! she said nOTHING!!!!”

jungkook tilts his head, cheeks puffed out as he tries to diffuse the situation

“but tae, it could mean-...”

“nothing. y/n absolutely wants nothing to do with me!”

taehyung half-huffs and half-sobs, immediately swimming past them that leaves them confused and with a headache

this was definitely going to be a problem

it already is

today has got to be the slowest day ever

the water is so still and timid

oh my god it literally just looks like tap water in a bathtub that’s untouched

you’ve noticed in the first thing in the morning

was it nORMAL to have the water so still???? practically no waves at all??? not even ripples????

you must be losing your mind right

you dragged yoongi from the concierge desk all the way outside

he squints his eyes because the water.... is definitely not supposed to be this way....

“huh. now that’s just odd.”

some of your patrons don’t seem to mind at all because that just means they could go take their pictures without waves putting their phones at risk

but nO

most especially the swimmers n the surfers and even the lifeguard are all ????

everyone’s collectively looking at the water

yoongi takes a twig and just pokes at it to go do ATLEAST something, but even the ripples it produces are mundane

the water is too still and it makes you miss the one who makes it all better

you spend the better part of your whole day in your sundress and hanging around the cabana, yoongi scrunching his nose up at the fact that he seemed to be more active than the actual hotelier here today

“taehyung doesn’t go up for another seven hours, y’know?”

he finds you sitting by the edge of the deck, feet vigorously splashing around the water without any resistance at all that it feels so unnerving

“yea i know that... just wanted to hang out with him.”

you murmur out the last part, making yoongs do a double-take at his boss who was never this soft-spoken

“and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since childhood? sit by the edge then hang out?”

he wants to push a couple of buttons to get you out of your phase of the day today, but he only gets some insistent nodding and nothing more

“that’s so mundane. that’s literally a decade-long routine!!”

“it’s a routine i don’t mind!!”

and that’s true

it’s a routine you want to do with the rest of your life because it now feels like the equivalent of showering basically

you feel so incomplete without it and satisfaction doesn’t settle on your bones until you do it with taehyung :D

“surely, there must be sOME reason for taehyung to not get bored from doing the same thing with you, right?”

alright one more nudge

you’re considerably more perky now that’s for sure

but that doesn’t mean any less clueless unfortunately

“must be the food!!”

oh my god,,,,,, u are so dumb

he leaves you alone and you don’t even question it because you’re too busy waiting for taehyung

you expect the tide to change when it’s already noon but really, nothing happens still

5:20 passes and he still isn’t there

it’s time for dinner and yoongi has to fetch you aLL the way from the other side of the wings he needed to supervised because you’re spending all your time waiting

you were supposed to have dinner with staff tonight but you don’t even think twice in telling him to go eat without you, giving the company card more than eagerly

“don’t you think it’s time to go home?”

yoongi pipes up when they’ve finished dinner and you’re still there

he feels so sorry for you :((

“w-what if he shows up last minute?”

there’s still hope in your voice and he doesn’t want to taint it as much as people

“hey. they need sleep too. you should go get some for yourself too, okay? now just leave a cookie or something,” he has to pry you off the deck himself, not wanting to feel any more sorry for you because you’re starting to tremble with how chilly the air is

taehyung doesn’t resurface the next day

or the next

and the day after that

taehyung doesn’t show up the entire week.

you’re worried OUT of your mind and you’re tempted to just take your dad’s yacht and sail across the water to try and look for him

or oR maybe you should get one of the divers to try and look for him!!!! but no that wouldn’t work, would it??

how about you go and look for tae yourself???

yoongi’s been busy with the hotel bc the actual hotelier of it (read: you) is too busy MOPING

you’ve ditched your sundresses and waited in hoodies and sweatpants you could roll up in the morning and roll down at night to wait for him

most people don’t even recognize you as the owner and they just walk rIGHT past you when they see you in the hallways

you’ve also been stress-making waffles that you reek of the batter and butter, the staff now having an abundance of experimental ones that you’ve made

you’re definitely not okay

“uh y/n you really rEALLY need to go to sleep.,.,”

yoongi gapes at you when he visits you at the cabana, clearing his schedule out to go watch over you and bc your dad won’t sit still with how unkempt you’ve been

he gestures to the hammock you’ve always begged him to put up, but his handiwork’s wASTED because you don’t even spend more than five seconds looking at it

you should be screaming with glee by now :((

how in the world could he possibly distract you from crushing sadness and worry

he’s been brainstorming the past week and his head’s even more hollow than the decorative coconuts in the gift shop

... wait a minute

hey this has got to be his most stupid idea but the one with the most promising results!!!!!

11/10 risky but it’s the cLOSEST he could get!!

“hey do you wanna do something stupid??”

your eyes glance at him immediately because it’s the first question he’s ever asked you besides if you’re okay or when was the last time you slept or when do you intend on picking yourself up

yoongi fishes for his tablet and whips up a video immediately, only taking minutes for him to explain and seconds for you to agree

it’s what made you end up this way

it’s the reason in your swimsuit with your legs all the way inside a duvet cover and the corners of it knotted tightly on your waist

you don’t know how yoongi’s managed to convince you to race him in swimming with your whole lower body inside a king-sized dUVET cover from one of the cabanas whose guests are arriving in an hour, but here you are lmao

“first one to the furthest cabana wins, alright?”

he practically yelps in explaining in an effort to hype you up and a hundred dollars dOES seem to make him excited himself

you’re buzzing for the first time in the week and it’s the panicked shoves you try to give each other before starting that kicks you off in an eager mood

“GO!”

you immediately dive in and you don’t expect the heaviness of your makeshift tail behind you, momentarily cussing yourself because wHY on earth did you get the high-quality ones smh ://

oh my god this is so fucking stupid and oddly enough, you’re ENJOYING it

you can’t exactly paddle your legs fluidly like the times when they aren’t wrapped in a duvet, and the distance of the last cabana seems so tiring now that u think about it

yoongi’s already ahead and you don’t get HOW has he managed to come that far???

also not to mention that the gap between the two of you is large and now you’re just struggling to even move

also doesn’t help oNE bit with how good of a handyman yoongi also is because that is one secure knot you got there sir

it’s only dawning in you that you’re NOT well-versed in swimming!!

not even close to an expert!!! all you know are the basics

but the basics seem hard to even apply when you’re dragging a king-sized duvet cover by your legs

you’d expect more skills from someone whose family owns water-centric properties bUT NO <3

you’re flailing almost to the bottom and your eyes sting then your limbs feel heavy

you’re not necessarily drowning either, it just feels so difficult to swim back up

you’re about to try again and boost yourself up by pushing from the floor but then suddenly you’re being HAULED BACK UP

you have no chance to even try and get away because you know that the hand around your waist aren’t yoongi’s

“are you out of your goddamn mind???”

you instinctively take a big gulp of air when you come up the surface, legs fluttering now that you have some type of support to keep you up

“why would you do this?? who did this??”

the deep voice only registers in you seconds later that it’s taehyung who’s in front of you and holding you up, staring you down intensely

your puzzlement only frustrates him even more, going back down while keeping his hands on your waist before he untangles the duvet cover by your legs rather quickly and powerfully

he emerges back up and he’s looking at you with sO much stress that you wanna dive back down

“y-yoo-...”

you don’t even manage to finish speaking before taehyung snaps his gaze away from you and really yELLS

“YOONGI!!!”

as if he didn’t manage to startle you enough, he looks back at you and pats at you all over out of instinct, wanting to know if you’re hurt by any means

you’re more shocked but it’s over the fact that you’re finally seeing him again

this isn’t the first time you’ve swam with taehyung but this IS the first time in this context

you’ve never been this close to him either and you’re out of breath just by looking at him

he doesn’t seem to share the sentiment though because he looks like he’s gonna pull his hair out in both relief and frustration

“oh my god! i fucking thought that my soulmate would die in a — i-in a bedsheet!”

you are so ridiculous that it actually makes his heart clench

he intentionally didn’t come to see you for a week because he was so hurt over your rejection

he did see you from a distance and he also has a particular someone to watch over you, but he never imagined that you’d be doing THIS

his heart just minutes ago was beating against his ribcage because his soulmate was in danger!!! he physically and literally cannot drown but that’s what it felt like

“i’m your soulmate?”

your breathless gasp explains it all

oh so...

oh my god how could you have nOT known this all along???

HOW COULD YOU BE SO OBLIVIOUS

taehyung probably acted this way and most especially that way when he ignored you!!!

you vaguely remember yoongi telling you that pearls PROBABLY mean a lot to taehyung even if the tone he’s used on you is beyond certain

the pearl ring was meant for courting!!!

that explains why yoongi gasped and looked at you inrcredulously!!!!

no he’s been courting you ALL this time

you are so..... insuffeable

“i’m so sorry!!”

you’ve crammed in twelve years of experience into two minutes of critical thinking, throwing your arms around taehyung and burying your face into his neck

he grunts a bit at that but he’s not complaining at all

“you mUST hate me,” you frown and the need to cry overpowers you, taehyung sensing it again which is why he immediately strokes your nape in comfort

“i could never.”

the waves come back and even if they’re present, the water was calming

you’re too entranced with tae and your realizations to even notice that the water felt so much better compared to when it was dead still

it’s when you hear a familiar set of giggles that you sNAP your head in anger

yOONGI????

yoongi’s much more near you now, floating and floating until you make the move to look down and see not a duvet cover, but rather a tangerine-colored tail by him

all you’ve been doing this day is squeaking

tae, although still a lil bit mad at yoongi because he’s endangered you, smiles at his informant who’s helped make him last through the week

“half-merman!! i’m sorry if i didn’t tell you sooner, y/n. but since tae’s full, that’s the reason he could only come on land once a month! and since i’m half, i could only come underwater once a month!!”

he grins at his explanation he’s been trying to piece together for the last couple of months

ok maybe years

it probably explained to why it’s no accident that he’s clicked with you instantly and he trusts you with his whole life!! you were truly a gentle human that’s an all-rounder

also explains to why yoongi wasn’t all THAT shocked when you brought him out one day on his first year of working and pleaded taehyung to rise up with only even his eyes blinking up at him

no wonder tae warmed up to yoongi quick even if he did say he had distrust with majority of humans!!

how could you not doubt for one second that it’s the reason why he’s always been really good at swimming too and holding his breath

yoongi chose his day of the month to be today because you were so down in the dumps, and aLSO for the reasoning that he missed the boys so that’s why he’s going down there in a heartbeat

taehyung pinches at your thigh, a bright grin on your face when you come face to face with him after waving yoongi goodbye

“are you gonna make me wait another twelve years more?”

he pecks your cheek and it doesn’t feel platonic anymore, a giddy smile in realization that you’ve finally come to your senses

“would you mind?”

://

the teasing lilt in your voice doesn’t seem to go anywhere anytime soon hee-hee

“maybe a little but-“

“no more waiting.”

you kiss taehyung and almost launch yourself at him, savoring the taste of him on your tongue that he has to grip your thighs around his waist a little tighter

yeah ur a little slow but ur spirits are high!! you’re on the right direction!!

you’re definitely worth waiting for

and panicking over

and courting

and loving

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thelastspeecher · 3 years ago

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Nixie AU - Pollywog Practice

So, I don’t know if anyone remembers a few months back when I posted a little ficlet of de-aged Angie in my Nixie AU. Here’s the link if anyone’s curious. But anyways, I was planning on writing more for it so that I could post a bigger thing, and I never got around to doing so.

Until now.

Enjoy some nixie pollywog Angie content.

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“Got the fish?” Fiddleford asked. Stan held up the bucket of fish he’d caught from the lake that morning. “Good. Angie’s-”

“No, Angie, don’t, not-” Ford said from the living room. Stan and Fiddleford sighed at the now familiar sound of a nixie pollywog vomiting. “Dammit, Angie.”

“Hey!” Fiddleford barked. He stomped into the living room. Stan followed, still carrying the bucket of fish. Angie was curled up on the bottom of the tank, pale and weak. “Don’t swear at her! She can’t help her poor lil tum bein’ so upset.” Angie chirped pathetically from the tank.

“Yes, I know,” Ford grumbled. He grabbed a roll of paper towels off the card table. “I’m just not pleased to be cleaning up vomit whenever Angie eats something.”

“You were excited to study nixie puke at first,” Stan pointed out. Ford sighed.

“I’ve had plenty of opportunities to study it now. I’m ready to be done with it. Did you get the fish?” Angie perked up. She looked at Stan curiously.

“Yep,” Stan said. Angie surfaced. She croaked excitedly at Stan. “You hungry?” Angie nodded. “Good. I got plenty of fish for you.” Angie’s tail thrashed around eagerly. She held out a hand. “Wanna see?” Angie nodded again. “Sure thing.” Stan walked over and handed Angie one of the fish. She stared at it hungrily. “Don’t worry, your brother’s gonna cook it up for you.” Abruptly, Angie popped the fish into her mouth and swallowed. “Wh- hey!”

“Did she- did she just-” Fiddleford stammered. Stan grabbed Angie by the shoulders.

“Puke that back up, now,” he said firmly. Angie hissed. “Ang, you can’t just eat a fish whole like that!” Angie hissed again. She wriggled free and sunk to the bottom of the tank, baring her teeth angrily.

“Stanley, that’s how nixies typically consume fish. Particularly pollywogs. The extra nutrients from the bones, scales, and fins are crucial to healthy growth,” Ford said, still wiping the vomit off the floor.

“People don’t eat bones!” Stan argued. Ford rolled his eyes.

“I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but Angie’s not exactly a normal person. She’s a magical creature. The rules by which she lives are different from the ones we live by,” he said. Stan turned to Fiddleford.

“C’mon, help me talk some sense into Ford.”

“Well…” Fiddleford looked at Angie, who was idly swimming around in the tank. “Are ya sure that it’s how she’s s’pposed to eat the fish?”

“Yes.”

“No cookin’ or seasonin’?”

“From what I’ve read, cooking makes the fish unpalatable to pollywogs, and seasoning can upset their sensitive stomachs,” Ford said. He stood up.

“If yer sure…” Fiddleford said slowly. He sighed. “Stanley, we should defer to Stanford in this regard. He’s the expert.”

“…Fine,” Stan muttered. “But if Angie pukes again-”

“She won’t,” Ford said. “I’m sure of it.” Angie surfaced. She ribbited loudly at Stan.

“What is it, Ang?” Stan asked. Angie held out her hand. “You want another fish?” Angie nodded. She licked her lips in anticipation. “Fine.” Stan gave her a fish. She happily swallowed it whole. “Ugh. The nixie stuff is kinda gross.” Angie rolled her eyes. She croaked at Stan, then ducked back underwater.

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Curled up in a ball on the floor of the tank, Angie chirped quietly. Stan looked up from his newspaper to smile at her. He was amused by how Angie continued to talk in her sleep, despite now being a nixie pollywog who couldn’t speak English.

“She’s awful cute, ain’t she?” Fiddleford asked.

“I want her to be back to normal, but yeah, she’s a damn cute kid,” Stan said. “No idea how she’s sleeping through you vacuuming, though.” Fiddleford shrugged.

“She’s a heavy sleeper. Always has been.” He turned off the vacuum. There was a knock at the door. “Stanford, mind gettin’ that? I need to dump out the vacuum bag.”

“Very well,” Ford said, closing his book. He got up and headed for the front door. The door opened. “Oh. H-hello, Mom.” Stan froze. Fiddleford’s jaw dropped. They exchanged a horrified look. “What brings you here?”

“I wanted to visit you and your brother, of course. I also wouldn’t mind meeting that young lady you’ve told me Stan is dating,” Ma Pines said. Stan jumped to his feet, grabbed the bucket that they kept Angie’s fish in, and scooped her into it. Water splashed over his clothes, but he ignored it.

“I’m gonna bring her downstairs,” Stan hissed to Fiddleford. Fiddleford nodded. Stan sprinted for the staircase that led to the basement lab. The door to the stairs closed just as Ford walked into the living room, followed by a middle-aged woman and a man who looked to be a bit older than Stan and Ford.

“Fiddleford, this is my mother and my older brother,” Ford said nervously. “Caryn and Shermie Pines.” Fiddleford held out a hand.

“Pleasure to meet ya,” he chirped cheerfully. Ma Pines and Shermie both shook his hand. “Stan’s in a dif’rent room dealin’ with somethin’, but he should be done soon.” Shermie looked around the living room. His eyes landed on the tank.

“Do you have fish or something?” he asked. He walked over to the tank and peered at it. “I don’t see anything in there.”

“Stan’s girlfriend studies amphibians and will sometimes temporarily store them there,” Ford fibbed. “She has not captured any recently to study more closely, hence the emptiness of the tank.” Shermie snickered softly. He looked at Ford.

“I think living in a cabin in the woods has been bad for you,” he teased. “Your vocabulary is even more formal than it used to be.” Ford flushed. “So, Stan’s in a different room dealing with something. What about Stan’s girlfriend? What’s her name? Angie?”

“Ah.” Ford could feel his cheeks growing redder by the second as he tried to think of a lie. “She’s, uh, she’s on a hike.”

“When will she be back?” Ma Pines asked briskly. “I need to meet her.”

“Mom…”

“From what I’ve heard, Stan’s serious about her. I need to figure out if she’s good for my boy.”

“Mom.”

“I’d hoped he would settle down with a nice Jewish girl, but I’m gonna try to keep an open mind.”

“Mom!” Ford and Shermie said together. Ma Pines crossed her arms.

“What?”

“I know you worry about Stanley sometimes, but I’m sure this won’t be another Carla McCorkle situation,” Shermie said.

“Angie’s really quite lovely,” Ford added. Ma Pines scoffed.

“Did you hear me or not? I said I was gonna keep an open mind!”

“You said you were going to try,” Ford corrected. Ma Pines scoffed again. Before she could retort, however, there was a loud croak from the basement. Fiddleford shot Ford an anxious look.

“Was that a frog?” Shermie asked. Multiple croaks sounded. “That’s gotta be a frog. I thought you said Stan’s girlfriend didn’t have any in the house right now.”

“We, uh, we’ve been havin’ a bit of a frog infestation,” Fiddleford squeaked. Shermie frowned.

“I’ve never heard of a frog infestation before. At least, not in modern times.”

“Gravity Falls is an awfully odd place.”

“Apparently.” There was another croak. “Do you want some help with it? I’ve had to clear out a coupla infestations at my place.”

“No, it’s under control,” Ford said.

“Hey, Ford, couldja come here for a sec?” Stan’s voice called. Ford managed a weak smile at Ma Pines and Shermie.

“I’ll be right back. Fiddleford, could you please-”

“Say no more. My ma raised me right. I know how to host,” Fiddleford said dismissively. Ford nodded. He quickly headed for the door to the basement. His footsteps thumped loudly as he rushed down the stairs. At the sight that awaited him, he sighed.

“Stan…”

“You need to help me with her,” Stan said desperately. They had purchased a kiddie wading pool for Angie to stay in when they needed to study her in the basement. Angie was currently doing her best to escape from the pool and jump back into the bucket that had brought her downstairs. The only thing keeping her from reaching her goal was Stan, visibly struggling to keep her in the pool without hurting her.

“Why do you want me to help? Fiddleford is her older brother. She’s far more likely to respond positively to him.”

“I thought you might know a spot I could like, scratch or something and it’ll make her pass out,” Stan replied. Angie hissed loudly at him, thrashing in his grip. “Angie, sit your ass back down in the fucking pool!” Angie croaked.

“Mom and Shermie can hear you croaking,” Ford said quickly. Angie’s eyes widened. “Please, just stay quiet and out of sight until they leave.” Angie chirped plaintively.

“She wrote that she wants to meet Mom and Shermie,” Stan said. “She’s not listening to sense.”

“Well, she did just wake up,” Ford said. Angie rolled her eyes. “I understand you want to meet our mother and older brother, but you can’t do so in your condition.” Angie went limp. Hesitantly, Stan let go of her. She sat in the kiddie pool, dejected. “Once they’ve left, we’ll resume attempting to cure you. We’re very close.” Angie crossed her arms and looked away. “Someone will bring you something to eat later.” Angie huffed.

“It’ll be fine,” Stan said. He forced a smile at Angie. “Mom can be a bit tough on my girlfriends, anyways.” Angie refused to make eye contact with him. Stan sighed. “Well, better go say hi.” Stan and Ford headed for the stairs. “I better start coming up with a lie for why my clothes got all wet. Mom’s damn good at seeing right through my fibs.”

Once the brothers had left, Angie looked over. The kiddie pool was situated right next to the bench where Ford and Fiddleford had been working on their cure for her. She reached out a webbed hand, catching hold of notes that were just barely hanging off the edge. As she flipped through them, a slow smile spread across her face.

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The Pines family, plus Fiddleford, walked into the cabin. Shermie eyed the bucket of bait Stan had bought from the gas station on the way back.

“So, why did you need that now?” he asked.

“Gotta be ready to go fishing at any moment,” Stan said cheerfully. Shermie snorted. Ma Pines crossed her arms.

“It’s been lovely to see my baby boy again, but I’m still waiting to meet this girlfriend of yours, Stan,” she said impatiently. “We’ve had enough time to go out for lunch. She must be back from that hike of hers.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

“Uh, yeah, about that,” he started. Ma Pines raised an eyebrow. “Angie’s-”

“Stanley?” a female voice called. Stan froze. “Would ya mind comin’ down here ‘n bringin’ me a change of clothes?”

“-back from her hike now,” Stan finished weakly. He cleared his throat. “You got it!” he called back. He exchanged a quick confused look with Ford and Fiddleford before darting upstairs, grabbing the first things he could find in Angie’s closet, and then rushing to the basement.

“Ah, thank ya,” Angie said cheerfully when Stan entered the basement lab. She strode over and took the clothes from him. Stan goggled. “I was gettin’ a bit chilly.”

“What- how-” Stan said in a strangled voice. Angie pulled on the underwear he’d grabbed and slipped the sundress over her head. She looked down at herself.

“A bit more modest than ya usually like to see me in.”

“Angie, you’ve gotta explain yourself,” Stan finally managed to get out. “When we left, you were a kid!” Angie smirked as she smoothed the fabric of her dress.

“The nerds should’ve tried to get me to help ‘em.”

“You finished the cure?”

“Yep!” Angie said cheerfully. “I mean, I ain’t too surprised they didn’t think to ask me fer my help, since I couldn’t communicate very easily. But I could’ve been back to normal much sooner if they had let me look at the notes.” Her smirk broadened into an excited smile. “Are ya goin’ to introduce me to yer brother ‘n mother or what?”

#it probably would make more sense to split this into two or something but eh whatever #I procrastinated finishing this up to post it so it is getting posted NOW #(also apparently the ficlet I mentioned I forgot to reblog to my writing sideblog until now rip)#anyways uhhhhh reminder that my Nixie AU is adorable and wonderful I guess lajksdkjnf #Nixie AU #Fiddleford McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Angie McGucket #Ma Pines #Shermie Pines #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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I hope you’re doing well and staying safe💛

Would you mind writing something Harry x reader where the reader has asthma and in the middle of the night she has a severe asthma attack in the kitchen and Harry wakes up to the sound of glass breaking, please and thank you?

You can make it vamp!harry if you want!

Hi doveeess hope you're doing well too 💛💛

Warning: Disease of asthma, fainting and passing out.

Opposite attracts, right? Well the saying was proved to it's fulfilment with Harry's and Y/N's relationship. If he got broody shoulders and tiny waist, Y/N's his bean with hands 10x daintier than his's. If he's the diffident with certain people cause he has acknowledged this world way before than her, then she's the one to be a tweety with everyone. He could be amatory with his every action and she's the shy one; he's a romantic creature.

If he's the vampire, she's a tiny human. How bizzare.

If he got the cold heart because the blood doesn't rush inside him, then she got a warm heart but, . . . . . it's weak doesn't pump enough blood to her lungs.

In her words it's healthy and keeping her alive but for him it's a death clock. Scares him at the mere thought of it betraying her and that's the reason he's super conscious about her each step.

Doesn't let her take stairs. Takes care they don't go to rowdy places. If they get struck in crowds he always manages to make a way out. He always makes sure she doesn't get a cold and layers her into puffy jackets — because when she gets sick they've to be in the hospital for three days at-least.

He vehemently despises the view of her getting nabolized while he sits beside her, stroking her knuckles kissing her temple and whispering to her how strong she's.

He's in love with her braveness 'cos he's just too weak — so so weak in knees for her.

He made a promise to himself that he'd never let anything happen to her and sometimes she scolds him for restricting her from things she loves to enjoy. Like rollercoasters. Teases him that it's the fact it makes his tummy all jumpy but he knows when she gets excited to a peak she nearly gives out in his arms.

She wanna live life to fullest.

Wanna love him to fullest.

They went for a picnic. Even though the sky was too murky and cloudy she insisted, he gave in. That's the only weather they could be out together.

They picked olives together. She'd dot them at him and he'd chase her. She loves to get chased!

"I've a lil bunny, whose ears are soft as silk, eyes round as saucers and m'bunny loves to get chased but she only twitches her nose. I can tell she's happy as twitchey-twitch she goes." He sing-song his one of the favourite poem for her with a grin pretending to be afooled by her hiding skills and startles her by pulling her to himself from behind the tree. She squeals with all her might thrashing playfully in his grasp.

They had the most fun Y/N thinks but at the moment under blankets with Harry's arm looped round her waist and face smushed in the crook of her neck, she's feeling suffocated. Her ribs cackles in her flesh, She caught a nasty cold.

Sweaty. Her toes curling as she felt her heart doing a dopey-doop.

Quietly she slids from under his hold tip-toeing downstairs and till then her lips went blue, her throat scratchy and lungs feeling clogged. Her chest heaves and perspiration beads at her forehead reaching for the faucet, trying to multi-task with her shivering hands.

Harry wakes up anxiously when he doesn't feel the fuzz of his bunny and the slow thump of her heartbeat against his ear that croons him to slight unconscious even though vampires couldn't sleep (when they do they're either teleporting to their pasts or their fantasies).

Upon hearing her heartbeat drop to zilch and a glass shattering with a loud echo he dashes down the stairs.

"Y/N!!" His voice dripping with panic as his eyes fall over his bunny hunched on her knees fisting the thick warm sweatshirt she's wearing where her heart is, her knuckles out of blood and face splashed with purple as she wheezes out for help, "Ha — " Her words strikes in her airpipes painfully making her fall but it never comes instead she lays like a petal into his arms eyes nearly rolling.

"Baby stay calm, yeh?" His voice trembles as he gets her out of the heated clothing and sits her upright as instructed by her doctor. He rubs her back tilting his chin to inhale a large breath while gazing her square in eyes with a firm grab at her chin — a gesture to make her do the same, "Breath . . . 's okay baby love 'm here." She does but fails and he makes her do it many times squeezing her hand.

"Wh -- where goin — " She manages to spurt out when he quickly stood up, "no where promise jus' bringin' ye'r inhaler be a mo'." He tumbles upstairs and in their room rummaging through the drawers, his frustration bubbles and spills through the pot when he couldn't spot it. He hits the leg of night stand cursing loudly.

"Fuck you." His pink chubby lip wobbles as he wipes his tears away with the sleeve of his pyjamas sighing out of relief when he finally found it.

Doesn't even take a second before helping her inhale it and massages the knots over spine with sweet nothings in her ear.

"Feeling okay? Should I call — " She cuts his concerned inquiry with a gentle squeeze to his shoulder nodding, "good . . good." He holds back his tears for her. Tremulous to bring her closer to him palming up and down her thighs to soothe her down.

Without a word she turns around wounding her forearms around the nape of his neck taking a pacifying breather of his heavenly scent and it for the very first time brings fat sad tears in her eyes, silent ones not to worry him.

"'M sorry for always making you panicky, it has become s' normal 'cos I don't listen to you." His eyes bolt shut and he gives out a pathetic gruffly sob tightening his arms around her waist. She apologises every time it happens to her and it breaks Harry's heart into tiny million pieces.

He still remembers their first date. He won a floffy, snowy stuffie bunny for her and she was such a clapping mess bringing him down swiftly to smother him in kisses but the next moment passed out against his chest. He felt lost at that time and he still does. With her eyes shut to the world he always feels this way.

They also have polaroids of their first date in the hospital with her in a white gown and a beeping machine in the background, she had the largest grins and he had the saddest pout.

"Look at meh buns, ye don't 'ave to, yeah?" He cups her cheeks gazing into her soul deeply, wish he could read what goes in her mind, "I love ye' s'much. I love y'in yer sickness 'n in yer heartiest moment, I love you even when we fight and when ye're not your best self . . . 'S not gonna change, nothin' would change me 'n you baby." She wipes his tears with delicate touch and even though she's unable to speak her love for him shines in the glossiness of her eyes.

"Wanna take some fresh air?" He asks. firmly sliding his arms under her knees and other under her shoulders to carry her when she nods, "you feel cold." She whispers and he quickly fetches her a snuggly blanket muttering guilty-ly.

"Sorry." She giggles giving him an eskimo kiss and pinches his cheek.

"You're the only vampire i love." He kisses her neck softly to convey his thanks and melts into her arms when she yawns, "I love you."

"I love you too, bunny."

#VAMP!H FLUFF #vampire harry #harry styles #fluff #harry smut #harry angst #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #cute harry #hsh #harry styles smut #dom harry

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honeydewmuses-a · 3 years ago

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@not-bcring said:

Hajime is dead. Nagito expected it, honestly. Aimed for it. Sacrificed his body, heart, and whatever hope of salvation his soul had clung to beforehand. It needed to be done. It was done. He just… hadn’t expected to be aware of it. But rest is for the worthy, and Nagito has known since the blasted plane hijacking that he is very much not. A worthy person doesn’t cause the death of others. A worthy person doesn’t watch his parents perish. A worthy person doesn’t fall to his knees beside his dog’s bleeding body. A worthy person doesn’t wonder when death will strike those who dare to care about him… A worthy person doesn’t spur it onward when necessary. And a worthy person doesn’t look down upon the remains of an Ultimate Despair— soul tormented with regret and nausea even beyond the burden of life —and feel like crying… and they certainly don’t laugh when doing-so. Because isn’t it just funny? Isn’t it just the most intricate of jokes? Finding someone who’s soul matched his own, only to realize how much of a curse that truly is. Disgusting. They both are disgusting. Horrid, vile creatures who squandered whatever chances they had… Even now, Nagito thinks back to all the chances he had to kiss Hajime. To confess to him the depths of his love and desire, and then- the depths of his despair. Had Hajime been feeling it too? The loneliness… the confusion…. the remembrance of their earlier days together? He supposes that he’ll never know now. After all, he can’t see Hajime anywhere. Maybe he’s gone to a better place? … Nagito could see that. Even an Ultimate Despair gets eternal rest. But not him. Never him. He’ll never be able to escape this. He had thought- prayed… HOPED that death would finally offer release. Maybe even more. But that was a fool’s wish brought on by someone destined for failure in the end. Because no matter what devastation touches him now, no good could possibly come from it. So…. This is it? Huh. Nagito always was afraid of dying alone… but now that it’s happened, he finds that it was a childish fear. Dying alone isn’t scary. Nor is being trapped in the limbo of regret alone either. It’s the thought of Hajime seeing him like this… Pathetic and trembling even as he forces a shaky smile to stay on his face, despite not knowing for who it is even for. Then again- what was any of it for? …. Hope. That’s right. It was for goodness itself. For what was right. It was right. He was right. He was….. right. Falling to his knees, Nagito cries harder than he can remember doing so before. Years of agony and fear and desperation let out in anguish cries. Cries for those he lost, for those he never had… and for whom he will never know the answer to. Wailing, broken, despaired cries that he knows no one will hear. But when has he ever truly been heard anyway? - ( Started this as a lil ‘muse is dead reaction’ and just kept fucking Writing so here ya go i guess ughiyvhtghtt )

1) Thanks! This fucking destroyed me!

2) You didn't ask for this but I have thoughts so I'm gonna go a little more into how Hajime felt when he found Nagito dead :) Because canon gave us a good jumping off point but this is my boy now :)

Hajime was terrified. Not in a selfish way, not because he was afraid the killer would get him next or because of the trial or because of the gore of it all. He was terrified because he couldn't fathom anyone hating Nagito that much, and because he suddenly understood just how much Nagito meant to him.

Sure, the guy was weird and creepy and batshit crazy. But he was also kind, and devoted, and more beautiful than anyone Hajime had ever met. Nagito was special, and Hajime didn't want to have to think about what it was going to mean to live without him.

He was already stretched so thin, so confused and afraid and angry, and now someone had to go and take Nagito away from him, too. And they did it before he even got to fully figure out how he felt, before he got to tell Nagito how loved he was, before he even got a chance to process all that love for himself.

It hit him like a truck on the freeway when he saw the corpse. He had loved Nagito. He had definitely loved Nagito. Not that it mattered anymore.

He wasn't surprised that Nagito engineered the whole thing himself. He wanted to be, but he wasn't. That was part of what made Nagito so special-- his devotion to hope, his insane ability to do whatever it took to ensure it triumphed. Or, at least, to ensure his idea of hope triumphed. Besides, Hajime had already known Nagito could tie himself up, and he'd already known Nagito hated himself more than anyone else ever could, and he'd already known Nagito had a tendency to sacrifice himself before even being asked.

The whole thing making sense didn't make it hurt any less.

If he'd had time to cry, Hajime would have broken down entirely. He would have sobbed until he couldn't breathe. He would have slept for so long he lost the concept of time. He would have isolated himself and forgotten to eat and stared at the wall and fallen into a deep depressive spiral.

But he didn't have the luxury of depression.

Instead, he was shoved into a new fucked up situation, and then another one, and then another one, and the trauma just kept compounding without a spare moment to process it. He didn't know if that was a curse or a blessing. All he knew was Nagito would probably want him to keep trying his best.

So he did.

#((if you get to hurt me i get to hurt you))#long post cw #hajime // answered // our future is ours #ooc // answered // mr. and hobbes themself #((idk how to tag this one ngl))#not bcring #starring not bcring as nagito #((u wrote enough to deserve that i think))#death cw #violence cw

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equiuszahhak · 4 years ago

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PLOT INCOMING

Aradia and Kyrril come to see Loom. They’re upset. They don’t feel well. Eventually, they fall asleep after some nice time together. Here is the not good time:

Loom

Zzz they fall asleep and probably mumble the others can leave if and when they want.

Aradia

ee doesnt leave

Kyrril

As if he'd even think about it. After he's sure they're settled though, he will kind of... raise an eyebrow questioningly at Aradia. Girl do you know anything?

Aradia

she shakes her head and shrugs, nope!

Kyrril

A little frown. A lil more brow furrow. Troubling.

Aradia

she nods like yeah...

Loom

Sn,snore

Aradia

she tries not to giggle too loud and accidentally wake them up

little noises...

Loom

They've started changing to their true form when they sleep! Aradia got all 6 arms around her.

Aradia

oh fuck hella pinned

Loom

She ain't going nowhere

Aradia

kyrril help i am being engulfed

Loom

Kyrril under hair

Aradia

they are both entangled

lord help them

Kyrril

This is fine. More than fine. He gave a soft little chirp of amusement.

More hands to hold. Don't complain!

Loom

Chirp.....

Aradia

ee isnt complaining, she giggles at kyrril cute noise

Loom

Loom eventually moves to their back. Hold both babes.

Aradia

oh they are hold

ees face is on their chest

pillow

Loom

Their shirt sags at the middle, covering their stupid torso mouth

Pillow

Kyrril

Hey, it's a good mouth torso.

Aradia

omg their torso mouth is open. kyrril try not to get too horny

Kyrril

Kyrril will try to hold all three of the hands on his side. he will NOT get horny thank you. he can read the room

Aradia

that would be hilarious

ee pats their torso teeth

they are so big

Loom

The teeth wiggle slightly at the gum

Aradia

'0mg...'

'the teeth m0ve'

Kyrril

his eyes do that thing a cat's do when they're interested in smth. BIG pupils. But he will resist. Whisper time. "Now is not the time. To experiment. They need the rest."

Aradia

'if its anything like last time they are a heavy sleeper. im just waiting f0r the tentacles t0 sh0w up'

Loom

The mouth will open wider, slowly. Teeth bloom and flower to move out of the way. A hand reaches out. Long nails, exposed muscle. Blue and black tar dripping from it

Its only finger tips at first

Kyrril

UH.

Aradia

'uh 0h'

'i jinxed it'

Loom

The eyes that bubble and float within their maw follow as if underwater, but fade out of existence the higher they go. Some pop. Their freckles stop glowing, one by one.

Aradia

'y0u never cease t0 amaze me l00mie' kiss on the cheek

Kyrril

He is........ Alarmed. Sitting up just slightly, peaking curiously under their shirt at the mouth.

Aradia

's0... are y0u g0ing t0 h0ld that hand? i th0ught i was being ungrateful'

Loom

Words come from within. another hand emerges, like trying to pull itself out. Arms lead into the maw

Kyrril

"Aradia." it's a.... warning tone. "I do not think. This is. Normal."

Loom

When Kyrril looks, deep down inside, it goes for miles. Lift up the shirt, kyrril. Pressure in the room shifts

Aradia

she pokes a floating eyeball seeing if itll pop

Loom

It pops.

Aradia

vu0!

Kyrril

Yeah, sorry Loom, he's nosy. Shirt gets shoved up, since Aradia actin a fool, he gonna take this somewhat seriously. Gonna. Touch one of the hands. Should he just. Shove it back in?

Aradia

'hey y0u were the 0ne g00fing ar0und last time getting all c0zy with mystery limbs last time, and i was w0rried, and i was sh0wed up since n0thing bad happened'

Kyrril

"Last time. Something was not trying to crawl out of our mate's chest."

Aradia

'h0w d0 y0u kn0w this isnt just m0re 0f them'

Loom

The hand recoils, and the slimy skinless mess grabs him for leverage. It pulls. It wants out. Shoulders dislocate, the maw is not large enough.

There is gurgling scream, a half formed face pressed up to the teeth that cage it in. Eyes striking blue, filled with hate. Hunger. Deparation.

Aradia

'0k n0w im w0rried' she crawls out of looms arms or at least tries to

Loom

Loom themself is limp

Aradia

she is peeking over the side of the bed from the floor

Loom

LET ME OUT. I COMMAND IT. LET ME OUT.

Kyrril

Ah, Ahhh, he does NOT like that, thank you!! If it's going to grab him, he's not gonna yank it back, just shove it further in. Back! Back ye foul beast!

Aradia

'wh0 are y0u' she calls from behind the safety of the edge of the bed

Kyrril

"Loom? Loom wake up."

Loom

Its claws dig into him.

Aradia

aradia flies up and on kyrrils side trying to dislodge the hand from him

Loom

I AM THE RIGHTFUL HEIR.

The screams are pained, dry yet wet. The voice is distinctly female.

Aradia

'rightful heir?'

Kyrril

Oh, now you wanna help. But he knows not to be petty right now. He'd really, really like to not lose his hand, thanks! And this hurts like a bitch. Noticeably, he's shaking. "You are not welcome here."

Loom

You are mine. You are MINE.

It growls, almost sobbing.

Highblood, please, dont let me die again.

I'll kneel. I will kneel this time.

Aradia

Aradia pulls the creatures fingers out of kyrrils arm while trying to make sense of all this

"Are y0u sure this is s0mething kyrril"

Kyrril

Okay! Okay this is getting weird. His pupils are pinpoints, the orange of his eyes red. "I don't know. What this is. Aradia." It's scary and skinless and screaming

Loom

Makara. Please.

It bubbles.

Aradia

"Hes n0t gamzee!" She calls defensively

Kyrril

He's tearing himself away fast enough to fall off the end of the bed

Man down

Aradia

She helps him up

Loom

Gamzee, gamzee, gamzee--

Crazed and reaching out.

Rustblood. Please, you're alive. You're back now, tell him I'm good. I did what he wanted. You're here. You're all here.

The hands are slipping back in. They hold loosely to the teeth that keep it back.

Please. Please.

Aradia

'Equius?' She crawls back into bed approaching carefully

"Hes n0t gamzee... but he thinks y0ure really g00d"

Loom

The tar has melted anyway. There is a clear face. Its loom, its not. Soft features, full breasts, blue eyelashes and a slit throat.

She reaches out slowly, slipping.

Aradia

Aradia wants to pat their head out of pity but is afraid of being grabbed. Her hand reaches out but she hesitates

Loom

Please.

She begs, lurid blue tears streaking comparably pale skin. It's a steep drop, into the abyss.

Slip.

Aradia

Oh god

Aradia

Aradia looks into the hole

And occasionally back to kyrril to make sure he isnt dead

Loom

Their body is like a cracked chrysalis. The echoing scream fades after a bit. Looms freckles ignite again

But they dont stir

Kyrril

He's not dead, just.... frozen. He doesn't know what to do with this. He's.... scared, almost.

"........What.... was that."

Aradia

"I think it was 0ld v0idl00m"

"Fr0m the m0ment bef0re they were killed. By gamzee. Wh0 they c0nfused y0u with. Which is unf0rtunate"

Loom

The mouth closes, teeth forming a tight lattice.

Aradia

"It cl0sed..."

"I feel s0 bad..."

Kyrril

He remembers hearing about Gamzee! Doesn't like that at all. Doesn't like any of this at all. Hearing that it closed, he dares a step closer.

"...Bad?" He's so lost. He's. So damn confused. "Why.. Why was it-- Why were they here?"

Aradia

"Are y0u 0k?" She says in a pathetic voice, cracking as if shes about to cry

"I d0nt kn0w why they were here! But they were calling f0r help... and they fell"

Kyrril

"Yes." No. Absolutely not. But he's mechanically climbing back into the bed. Grab one of Loom's hands to squeeze probably too tightly.

".....is this. What they were so concerned with.?"

Loom Looms going to be out for a while. But their chest begins to animate, and they are mortal again.

Gray skin. Black hair. Heart deathly slow.

Aradia

"P0ssibly... i mean this sickness. Its happened bef0re"

"It seems like with what happened back then. But back then everything that appeared. The hands, the tentacles. All them. Makes sense that w0uld have been them as well"

Kyrril

"But that. Finished." He had his heart attack about all that already!! Why again.

Aradia

"We d0nt kn0w that! We d0nt kn0w ab0ut anything thats g0ing 0n! And n0w y0ure hurt... and l00m... wh0 kn0ws when theyll even wake up"

Loom

They groan actually. Brow furrowed, but still asleep.

Aradia

She sighs in relief

Kyrril

He gives her a look like he hadn't considered that, and is very mad she put the thought in his head. But the movement is. Good. Promising. He's settling down to lay beside them with jerky movements. He won't sleep but. You know. "We can speak with them. Tomorrow."

#plot: onset #action post

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ofdeath · 4 years ago

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OFF THE DEEP END. ( 1 / ?? )

His eyelashes fluttered slowly, lids painfully pulling themselves open to the sight of this thin ray of sunlight passing through a hole in his prison. It took the pirate a moment to recover his senses as the buzz in his skull faded bit by bit ; first, he heard the sea and the waves that carried the ship he was trapped in, the footsteps of a crew upon the board and then incomprehensible orders being shooted over all that cacophony. The man’s hand came to his forehead and something warm coated his palm, the rare lighting illuminated the deep red stain. Well, he thought, a hit to the forehead with the butt of a gun sure was meant to leave at least a bruise, didn’t think that bastard would take such pleasure in it and hit a couple times more. The pirate attempted to sit up but the chains attached to his wrists kept him from moving as freely as he would have wished, the same chains also connected to his ankles with a boulder at the end of them.

His dark red hair stuck to his forehead where the wound bled and where sweat and saltwater made his skin shiny ; he let his ears travel, above the constant hum of the waves the man singled out the order to drop the anchor alongside approaching footsteps. A sneer escaped the restrained prisoner.

So they had finally decided to come collect me, huh?

“Blimey! Ah, here they appear into me humble lil’ hold!” The pirate’s lips curved in a sinister sharp smile and revealed the sight of golden canines that matched the hue of his eyes. His amber gaze looked as if it was piercing through the darkness of his cell and directly stared into the soul of the two men that presented themselves to him. “The lily-livered traitors that decided to make me fish food, ay?”

His cold eyes fell upon the youngest of the two men and the one that seemed the most uncomfortable, he fidgeted with his fingers and bounced from one feet to the other awkwardly while avoiding any eye contact with his former captain. He didn’t seem quite alright with the decision of the other guys but, during a mutiny, anybody caught siding with the captain is meant for the same fate as he.

He still found the young man pathetic.

“What’s the matter, fella? What’s got ye lookin’ so down?”

“Captain…” The young man, who was also the shorter one of the two, seemed to try and choose his words wisely while the other one kept his eyes focused on the chained prisoner ; a certain emotion in his features. “The guys ain’t lookin’ to throw ye out to the sea if only ye choose to step down with no fight. This can still be changed.”

The former captain erupted into terrible laughter in their face, his head rolled back against the rotten wet wood as uninterrupted chortles left his throat ; it took him a moment before he settled down again. Bet even the others up on the deck could have heard that.

“Me name’s Rhaast, the man known as The Red Reaper, captain of the Red Death. Ain’t no one gonna hear me beg or plead for livin’ me life. Ye better kill me and keep me dead or else I’ll come hauntin’ ye assholes ‘round the damn world.”

That grin was synonym of threat and the crewmates knew it better than anybody else and they also knew that the discussion would lead them nowhere therefore they left the pirate to await the moment of his execution.

Said moment didn’t take much time to present itself, the significant noise of keys clicking against one another and bars being pushed open pulled Rhaast from his mind and he looked up to see the one that had robbed him of his status. A mouth opened and words were being spewed but the pirate cared little about listening and instead he spat at the ground near the man’s feet. It said enough about his thoughts.

All he remembered before the dark engulfed him was being roughly shoved towards the plank trapped in a tornado of screams and swears before being thrown into the saltwater. His restraints dragged him to the deep and the pressure strangled him. The salt began to burn Rhaast’s eyes although he was able to catch the sight of the ship’s anchor being lifted off the sea bottom before his consciousness left.

He wondered how death would feel like and if he would arrive into a land that resembled nothing he had seen of the world before. He hoped he would be reincarnated as a ghost so he could haunt the living.

And yet when the man opened his eyes he wasn’t met with the sight of the underworld or wherever the dead was supposed to be sent to, he was met with another pair of eyes that stared back at his ; big, round eyes that resembled two jewels left at the bottom of the sea, eyes that were not quite human at all with slits as pupils and black in the place of the white. Rhaast was about to speak but a sudden cough shook his entire form and he rolled to the side in order to throw up the water still filling his lungs, the salt still burned his insides which was proof enough he was still in the world of the living.

“I believe you should remain still,” A voice came to his ears and he found it to be quite calming with an elegance that contrasted the ones he’s heard for years, it sounded almost like a melody where each word followed a precise rhythm. “Humans are such fragile creatures, with bones that break as easily as seashells and skin softer than anything I have ever felt.”

“What?”

Rhaast’s body rolled on his back again, the wet sand rubbing against the back of his neck, finally his gaze wandered to the being’s features who was leaning over him while observing him curiously. Besides the infinitely deep eyes, he caught the sight of iridescent scales in the place of skin and gills to each side of a long neck framed by a wild white mane that almost looked transparent in some places. The pirate’s hazy mind dug into some of his memories, tales of creatures of the sea and among them the word “mermaid” surfaced among others.

“Ain’t yer kind called mermaids?”

The mermaid nodded.

“Came to eat me, huh? Steal me soul or somethin’?”

“If those were my intentions do you believe I would have waited for you to wake?”

An amused exhale escaped him through his nose, a slight smile moving his lips as his amber gaze turned to the waves crashing against the shore not so far from them, licking at the tips of his red hair spilled against the sand like a pool of blood.

“I have seen you fall into the sea, pushed from your ship into the deep. It made me wonder…” Slowly, the mermaid adjusted her position as she leaned away from the pirate, her long tail now coming into view. If the scales around her face were already quite beautiful to look at, the ones that decorated her tail were maybe even more ; they reminded him of sun rays hitting a necklace made of pearls. “Do humans love killing each others in such cold ways?”

Rhaast released a hoarse chortle and immediately regretted it as pain stung his lungs, he was amused at her question nonetheless.

“Cold ways? Tis’ just the norm with pirates, beauty. Ye either live or get turned into shark bait, these bastards caught me off guard and threw me overboard out of me damn ship.” Yet, a grin full of teeth decorated his lips that contradicted the tone of his words ; he was supposed to be dead, he was dead back there but for some lucky reason fate had given him another chance.

The pirate sat up and he felt like he took a blow to his head all of a sudden which caused him to black out once more ; thankfully the mermaid had been quick enough to catch him with her tail in order to keep him from further wounding himself by hitting his head against a rock.

A sigh. She had especially told him to not move yet.

“Humans truly are frail creatures.”

#in character.#the red reaper / pirate au.#anyway i will eat my own crumbs on my ship w/ liv i swear to god i will eat my o-#i will make the content i want to see for them I WILL MAKE ALL THE FICS #i've been having pirate verse brainworms so let's go

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main-to-card-games-and-pain · 5 years ago

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generosity

So there was a prompt on @top-crowley-central which I kind of fell in love with. I decided to write a lil drabble for it, this turned into a 3000 word one shot. Can’t say I regret anything. :)

...

Aziraphale knew something was wrong the moment he turned onto the street. Even from down the block the aura around the shop was usually so warm, comfortable, loving; even more so after he and Crowley got married.

Aziraphale twisted his wedding band nervously, his pace quickening.

Right now, the shop was anything but. It felt cold, sterile, indifferent. Oh God, Aziraphale realized, oh God, it feels Divine.

The angel burst into a run, barely remembering to snap his fingers to miracle the door open and back closed in his haste to get in the shop. His husband’s name was just about to leave his lips when he saw him.

Gabriel, specifically, but there were others there too. He’d just happened to see Gabriel first.

Aziraphale froze, chest heaving - though he tried to hide it - from what he didn’t know. (He was almost certain it was fear, but acknowledging his fear would be to acknowledge that he had something to be frightened of, and the bookseller could not entertain those thoughts at the moment.)

Gabriel’s face split into a wide grin, his arms outstretching welcomingly, “Brother! It is so good of you to join us. We thought we’d come down for a little visit, see how you were doing...”

Aziraphale cleared his throat.

Maybe Crowley felt them coming, maybe he hid.

“Yes,” he whispered, “it is good to see you after so long, Brother.”

“Not just me, everyone!” Aziraphale looked up, taking stock of all the angels in his shop. Micheal, Uriel, Sandalphon. My, the whole lot had been summoned.

“Hello, everybody.” Aziraphale wouldn’t meet their eyes but that wasn’t new.

“Oh,” Gabriel started, like he’d just remembered some inconsequential tidbit to tell Aziraphale, “and look who we found!”

Aziraphale felt his stomach drop, and his non-essential heart stutter to a stop.

Crowley was pulled forward from where he’d been concealed from his husband, his wrists forced together in holy chains and a gag wrapped tightly around his mouth. His sunglasses were off, exposing his golden serpentine eyes for all to see, but not read.

His angel, however, was an expert in reading. What he saw was terror, terror and desperation.

Micheal gave Crowley a rough shove, throwing him to his knees. Aziraphale instinctually lurched forward, remembering himself only at the last moment and stopping. Crowley was sporting a blackened eye and split lip. The sight of his husband’s blood made the Principality’s own blood become cold with rage, but he could do nothing.

We could be killed for this, Aziraphale thought. It was one thing to say it and not care when it was a possible future, and another thing entirely when it stared at you in the face.

“You wouldn’t be hiding a demon, would you?” Gabriel’s stupid smile hadn’t dropped, he wasn’t expecting answers. No, he was just enjoying his power right now. “You aren’t bedding a demon, disgusting creatures that they are, right?”

“N-no!” Aziraphale’s eyes met Crowley’s, which were so desperate for the angel to do whatever he needed to to survive; it still felt like betrayal. “No, he is my Adversary, nothing more. A foul fiend who-”

“You fool no one,” Uriel cut across him coldly. “He has one of those ridiculous rings on his hand, with your name engraved. You’ve one too, I can see.” She smirked, crossing over to Aziraphale and clasping a cold hand over his shoulder. She leaned in and whispered, “I can smell him on you, traitor.”

“Explain this to me, Brother,” Gabriel sneered. One of his hands came to rest on Crowley’s head. The demon glared hellfire at the archangel, lurching from his place on the ground as if to attack. The hand became a fist, tugging at Crowley’s hair and forcing his head back. That’s when Aziraphale saw the holy blade. “Explain to me, right now, or I’ll cut his throat.”

It was too much for the angel.

“No, don’t-!” His attempt to get to his husband was cut off as Uriel and Sandalphon grabbed his arms and wrenched them behind his back. “Gabriel, please. There’s - there’s really no need for all the - all the theatrics...”

The blade traced the curve of Crowley’s jaw, his neck, just barely against his skin like a lover’s kiss.

Crowley grunted, glaring angrily at the archangel. His neck was becoming sore and his jaw had been forced open for far too long. But most of all he was scared, he was terrified in fact, not for himself but that Aziraphale would be killed trying to protect him.

“That’s not an explanation,” Gabriel declared, nodding at Michael.

She backhanded Crowley hard enough to force him off balance. Aziraphale gasped for the gagged demon, struggling to get forward.

“That’s a warning, Aziraphale. I’ve already told you what I’ll do, so you better give me a great fucking explanation.” Gabriel huffs a laugh, cutting off any more pleading Aziraphale was about to give. “That’s the explanation though, isn’t it?” The archangel continued to chuckle, evidently thinking his thus-forth inside joke was hilarious, “it’s ‘great fucking.’”

“How dare you-” the angel sputtered, expression quickly morphing to anger.

“It’s evident to everyone present that it’s true, do not speak to us of what we dare to do,” Michael hissed.

“But I suppose we can forgive one temptation,” Sandalphon added, smirking. “This is after all, what’s happened, yes? The demon Crowley tempted Aziraphale.”

“Yes, I think you’re right,” Michael agreed, equally smug.

“For-forgive it?” Aziraphale asked timidly.

Uriel tightened her grip, “Heaven is after all, supposed to be forgiving.”

Gabriel caught on. “Indeed, it’s not your fault Aziraphale. We will simply dispose of the demon, and you can go on your merry way.”

Any semblance of hope was dashed from Aziraphale’s heart.

“Now there’s no - there’s no reason why we should be so hasty.”

“It’s really quite simple; if the demon tempted you, you are nullified of guilt,” Michael assured, flashing a smile that sent ice through Aziraphale’s veins, “if not then...” she shrugged.

Crowley’s eyes had become wide at the offer, his husband could live through this. He wanted to meet Aziraphale’s gaze but his head was still wrenched back, he wanted to tell him to take the deal.

“Three seconds for the explanation or I kill the filth and we consider it over.” Aziraphale wasn’t sure he hated Gabriel, until that moment, when he sentenced Crowley to death with a bored look on his face. “Three.”

“I-I can’t-”

“Two.”

Crowley was begging Aziraphale to condemn him, to save himself. Not for me angel, don’t die for me.

“One.”

The blade rose.

“No, wait!” Aziraphale cried, sagging in his captor’s grip. “Don’t... I love him.”

Crowley felt the familiar edge of despair suffocate him at the angel’s words. He closed his eyes, so that the prickling of tears could not be visible to the bastard holding onto him. Aziraphale continued to condemn himself, past the point of caring.

“He didn’t tempt me, he married me. I fell in love with him, he didn’t do anything, it was me.” Something splashed against Aziraphale’s cheek which he supposed must be tears. “Please, just let us go.”

There was silence.

And then there was pain.

Crowley fought harder, made more attempts at noise from behind the gag, he drew all the attention back to him as soon as he heard flesh hit flesh and Aziraphale’s gasp of pain.

“Stay still,” Gabriel snarled, flicking the knife just enough to nick Crowley’s chin and send a cascade of ichor down his neck.

“Please, just let us go,” Aziraphale repeated, all too aware of his husband’s blood. “We won’t - we won’t bother you at all, we haven’t until now... please, be reasonable.”

“Reasonable?” Gabriel scoffed, “you have just confessed to fucking a demon, to loving a demon, and you ask it of me to be reasonable.”

He let Crowley’s head up, finally, only to push him forwards in an even more degrading position on his hands and knees, held there like a dog by Gabriel’s shoe.

“Look at him Aziraphale, this is where they belong. Demons are evil, filthy, corrupted creatures, who had the Grace of our Lord and threw it away. And you, you are traitor to the Host by being in some sort of disgusting relationship with it.”

Aziraphale’s eyes flashed with anger. “You don’t know my husband, you know nothing of what we have, and if I am to die for loving him I will do so gladly. Eternity is nothing to me without him.”

“I cannot believe you thought that participating in such a meaningless human ceremony would forgive you the sins you’ve committed,” Michael taunted.

“We didn’t,”Aziraphale said softly. Crowley’s golden eyes finally found his angel’s, and together they shared the moment, Aziraphale spoke more to his husband than their captors. “We did it because we loved each other.”

“Well look at where your love has gotten you,” Gabriel sneered, stomping upon Crowley’s back and forcing his face into the carpet.

Crowley shouted angrily from behind the gag, twisting his back and kicking viscously at Gabriel’s leg. (He was extremely flexible when he wanted to be, in part because his other form was a snake and in part because he could not imagine such a silly limitation as stiffness.)

“Feisty,” Sandalphon commented. Gabriel shot them an annoyed glare and straightened his suit.

“Pathetic,” Uriel corrected.

Michael rolled her eyes and pinned Crowley’s leg down and still, watching as Gabriel let a grin stretch his jaw as he smashed his heel down on Crowley’s lower leg with all his might. The demon screamed, muffled as it was it was still enough to draw a shout from Aziraphale.

“Stop-!” He fought desperately for purchase, tears flowing unchecked from his eyes. “Leave him alone! You’re here for me, hurt me!”

Crowley’s leg was bent wrong.

Michael and Gabriel shared a smirk before Michael gripped Crowley’s hair and slammed his head into the floor. His head came back up oozing black ichor, his nose obviously broken.

Aziraphale shook his head, like he could will this awful situation away, like he was dreaming some horrible nightmare. His breath hiccuped into a sob.

Gabriel started kicking the demon’s stomach, ignoring the angel’s cries.

“Stop it! Gabriel, please...” Aziraphale tugged uselessly on the restraining grips of his comrades. “Stop it!”

Something snapped in Crowley’s chest and he screamed again, this time trying desperately to cough but being forced to choke on his own blood. Aziraphale could see how the white fabric had begun to turn black.

“I’ll Fall! I’ll die! I’ll do whatever you want me to do just leave him alone!”

The room stilled.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me; kill me, cast me out of Heaven, I don’t care, just let him live.”

Crowley threw his dignity out the window, shaking his head and screaming at Aziraphale that no, he can’t do this, he isn’t worth his beautiful angel’s life, or wings.

“What if we need you alive?” Gabriel smirked, blessedly stepping away from Crowley for the moment.

“There’s a war coming, Aziraphale,” Michael continued coldly, “the war against Hell, to end all things and finally settle our score.”

“Y-you mean...?”

“Armageddon approaches, yes.”

“And we need all the soldiers we can get,” Uriel added.

“So we’re not going to kill you,” Michael concluded. “The demon however... Well, that’s just getting a head start.”

No. No, no, no, no, no.

“No. No, I won’t fight if you do, I won’t.”

“Chain him to the desk,” Michael barked, ignoring Aziraphale’s protests. “Gabriel and I will deal with this.” She nudged Crowley with her shoe, smirking when he groaned in protest as one of his snapped ribs jostled.

“No, no! Let me go! Let us go!” Aziraphale struggled with everything he had, desperate to get to his husband. He felt Uriel and Sandalphon pull him towards his desk, felt the holy metal enclose his wrists, but worst of all he felt his heart break. “Crowley! Please! Please! Don’t!”

Crowley was yanked onto his feet by Gabriel, and when he met his husband’s eyes his own were clouded with pain, fear, anger, love.

He repeated the same sentence through the gag over and over, tapped his wedding ring incessantly, and then pointed at Aziraphale. Wrecked as he was, the angel understood.

“I love you too.”

It was all he could say before his husband had been pulled from the room, but it was the only thing he said that mattered.

Unlike Crowley, Aziraphale’s wrists were chained behind him. When the grip on his arms fell away he was immediately struggling to escape, and thus, sustained a considerably painful injury as he wrenched his shoulders back.

What’s worse, that over his own crying Aziraphale could still hear the sounds. He heard with horrifying clarity Crowley’s body hit the floor as they (presumably) beat him. He heard his husband scream in agony, evidently they’d decided to remove the gag. And then he heard nothing, which was perhaps the worst of all.

He felt nothing too, like Crowley’s essence had been cut off from him, like he was-

Michael and Gabriel reentered the room just in time to see the angel sink to his knees in desolation, silent sobs wracking his whole body. The holy blade left a trail of fallen ichor as they walked.

“Chin up, Aziraphale,” Gabriel bellowed, slapping a hand against Aziraphale’s shoulder, “no more distractions.”

Aziraphale spat in his face.

Gabriel’s expression never changed but his eyes did, they became even colder with fury. He struck the angel across the face, hard enough to throw him to the ground, and then carelessly threw the key against his cheek.

“For the chains, you pathetic excuse of an angel.” He turned to leave, throwing his head back towards Aziraphale and adding, “Oh, we left you a present back there. Better clean it up.”

And they left.

But the love didn’t come back to his flat.

Eventually, the angel found the strength to unlock himself from his chains, but he could’ve sat there for the rest of his existence and not cared. But he had to take care of Crowley.

So he dragged himself to the back room, readying himself to see- to see his husband’s corpse.

What he saw when he got there though, it took the breath from his lungs.

Because Crowley was there, and he was alive.

Terrified, wet, pained, and living eyes stared at him from their place on the floor.

“Oh my God,” Aziraphale breathed, snapping from his reverie and collapsing at his husband’s side. “Oh my God, oh my God, Crowley.”

The chains came undone and Crowley collapsed into Aziraphale’s arms. The angel tore the gag away from his husband’s mouth, throwing it to the side hysterically.

“Darling,” he cried, waving his hand over the demon’s body to assess the damage. “What did they do to you?”

“H-hey angel,” Crowley breathed shakily, smiling despite the pain. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you...”

Aziraphale gave him a watery smile, running his fingers through his hair gently. “Hush now, let me help you.”

The angel could see the glowing sigil carved into Crowley’s shoulder blade, it was what made his aura disappear, it disconnected demons from their powers, from Hell even. It was excruciating.

There were so many hurts on his husband’s body, it was a miracle he wasn’t discorporated.

Aziraphale picked up a plant mister curiously, freezing when Crowley’s grip on his hand tightened and he strained to choke out a few more words. “Careful, love,” his husband ground out, “dilute holy water, my feet...”

There were few words in any language that Aziraphale knew that could describe his disgust and heart break at Crowley’s words, at the cruelty from Heaven.

On a mission, Aziraphale healed first the sigil, gasping in relief as Crowley’s aura burst forth, and then his feet. He had to take a break afterwards, having spent most of his energy.

“I’m so sorry,” Aziraphale cried gently, “I’m so sorry Crowley. If it weren’t for me they never would have-”

“Don’t blame yourself, angel,” Crowley croaked, “I’ll hear none of it. I love you too much...”

“I love you too. Alright, hold still while I-” Crowley caught the angel’s hand before he could grasp and heal his wounds.

“Too much,” he rasped, “it’ll hurt you. Just wait, help me to bed. Now that those dammed chains and sigil are gone I’ll be able to do it myself soon.”

“I’m not going to let you lay there in pain when I can do something about it.” Aziraphale was outraged at the very notion.

“Not askin’ you too. Jus’ askin’ you t’wait,” the demon slurred, slumping slightly against his husband’s chest.

“Fine,” the angel conceded, taking a moment to just hold the demon to his chest. He’d never take it for granted again.

Later, when Crowley was asleep in their bed, and Aziraphale was painfully cleaning up the wreckage of his bookshop, he stumbled on a letter he was sure wasn’t there before.

Heavenly ink swirled against the pages, making Aziraphale nauseous.

Aziraphale,

We hope you like our gift; we trust you remember that we may not always be so generous. Especially with the oncoming war.

We excitedly anticipate your efforts to the war, in the service of our Lord and Mother.

Take care.

Gabriel.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fanfiction #crowley and aziraphale #whump #just a whole lotta whump #and angst #tw torture #tw blood #tw dehumanization #kinda #hurt crowley #hurt aziraphale #protective aziraphale #protective crowley

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flyswhumpcenter · 5 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. Green deltas are for requested prompts.)

Choo choo, the Sickfic Express has just arrived in Galar, straight from Oreburgh City!

First fic of 2020 is a sickfic oneshot. How rivetting. I've very recently beaten Pokémon Sword and loved it! I found myself really loving the characters, what they are and what they've already become in my mind, so I couldn't help myself but type what I know best... A sickfic. Also, this fandom needs more of this stuff, so here. I'm providing. Is this story OOC? Chances they are. Was it absolutely a blast to write? You bet. I'm probably gonna look back on it later down the lane and be uncomfortable with how I depicted the characters; but you do need to discover the characters first, and what better opportunity for that than a little sickfic with some angst and pre-rel dramatic tension? Anyway, I hope you'll like this lil' thing I busted out in literally a couple hours. I forgot how fun it was to write without worrying yourself over continuity or already established elements like in Earth Never Stops... Btw, this fic was originally requested to me as a FE3H fill for Hubert, so I decided I'd most likely use another square on my card for him. Sorry Nonnie for this, my inspiration got the best of me yet again!

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Candles in the Rain

Summary: Is feverishly staggering through the damp streets of Hammerlocke under the rain with very little hope to feel warmth again and even less sense of direction a fitting end for a former Champion now that he's been defeated once? Scratch that: he doesn't have the time or brain power remaining to process such a question. Or: Leon witnesses a miracle in the form of a little dog and a childhood friend.

Fandom: Pokémon Sword and Shield (post-canon/game: beware for spoilers) Relationships: Pre-relationship Leon/Sonia

Wordcount: 3.1K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo

AO3 version available here.

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The streets of Hammerlocke are covered by a thick layer of rainwater, typical early winter in Galar. Nobody dares going against the terrible weather, which isn’t unlike the flooding that almost ate Kabu’s region of origin, or rather how he once described it based on bedtime stories, a couple thousand years ago. Honestly, after what Galar just went through, he can believe the tale to have been real all along, no issue there…

As always, he’s lost in the grand city of his main rival, and that frustrates him. He’s cold from the water having filled his shoes and wet his hair for hours and hours on end, not even the fire of the camp being able to make him feel warmer. If it wasn’t for his partners’ demands, urging him to stop camping in the wilderness and find a Centre already, he’d have surely stayed in the Wild Area and biked to a better spot. Ah, he misses Postwick, now. At least, he can’t get lost in Postwick, there’d be Hop and his now-Champion best friend, if not Sonia paying them all a visit, and there’d be the warmth of his childhood home… Gods, perhaps he does miss the peaceful life of a ten-year-old whose only contact to the Gym Challenge is dreams of grandeur.

Ah, if it didn’t rain so badly, Charizard could be warming the both of them as he tried to make his way to the nearest Centre.

Despite his best efforts to remain proud and confident, he ends up having to lean against a wall to stop a coughing fit from suddenly urging itself out of there. He must look pathetic and he does wish, deep down, that someone would get out of their house for a reason or another, recognize him like literally everybody in Galar; but his pride and brand would be on the line, and nobody is fighting against the terrible, terrible weather today. He’s all alone in the streets of the city, pushing himself from the wall with wobbly arms, trying his hardest to remember where to go with slow, hazy thoughts…

Even if he was cold merely moments before, his head now burns. He feels too hot under clothes that are wildly unfitting of such a muddy season, despite the hair rising on what is exposed of his arms. A Cramorant stole his jacket when he was training, a Linoone tried to steal his stuff, and he ended up having a Pokemon knocked out and losing most of his healing items in the kerfuffle. It really hasn’t been his day, lately…

His chest hurts. Not from the outside, as if he had injured himself in one of the falls he endured trying to feel from the Wild Area with no Pokemon to battle with and the slippery grass constantly trying to get the best of him, but from the inside. He doesn’t doubt the possible existence of bruises under the shirt that sticks to his limbs like a second, drenched skin; but this isn’t it. It intensifies when he coughs and it rattles strangely. When he tries to ignore the excruciating weather wishing for his demise, he hears the strange sounds his breathing now makes. He doesn’t know them so, in a moment of out-of-character lack of reason, he gets scared of them and vaguely wonders about worst-case scenarios.

It isn’t just his chest either. It’s his throat, it’s his mouth, it’s his feet, it’s his legs. Everything in his body is tired and screaming for rest, but he cannot provide it for any of his own self at the moment, stuck trying to navigate with what little he can distinguish with almost-closed eyes from how much he has to squint. His eyes can’t focus anymore, this much he realizes with a bitter sense of resignation, so everything he sees is blurry, including the weird gooey stuff he keeps coughing out whenever he can’t breathe anymore and has to stop for who knows how long.

He trips over his own unmade shoe tie, losing in one fell swoop what was left of his balance, and falls right into the rainwater that has accumulated on the ground. It sounds and looks and feels like it’s the end, that this is where his journey ends: in some damp street of a city that he has never been able to find his way in, alone, cold and hot at the same time, rain burying him with the rest of the pavement. Not that he even thinks he has the energy to go on… Not like that. Not when his strength, the only thing he thought he had left, has all but given up on him too. Truly alone in a time where, sitting against a giant wall, he realizes what has been going on and poisoning his breath. Hah, ironic.

Still, this isn’t how he should admit defeat. He’s been won over now, and recently at that, and it’d be more than a shame for him to all but give up now. He needs to bring his team to the Centre, he can’t not try taking his revenge on the new Champion, he can’t not at least prove his superior battle skills to Raihan yet again, he just can’t leave Hop, and Sonia, and everyone else like that…

So he rises up once again, on weak arms and unsteady legs, almost tripping over himself, shoulder stuck against the wall. He won’t let this be the end of him.

Even with a new resolve, it still doesn’t make it much better for him. Unless there’s a miracle happening right before him, he’s stuck with his heavily weakened state trying to find a place whose location he has no idea. His phone doesn’t seem to be able to show a map, its signal disturbed after whatever happened to it while he was looking or doing the polar opposite, so he’s stuck with his truly inefficient sense of orientation.

But it’ll be okay. It’ll have to be okay, because he needs to see Hop become a Professor, to buy Sonia’s new book, to rematch the Champion and his Leader friends, to give his team at least one more chance to shine. It’ll be okay, surely it’ll be okay, of course it’ll be okay… It’ll be okay, because this is all a terrible nightmare he’s going to wake up from, where he isn’t stuck in the torrential rain with a fainted party and very little hope of finding way out.

It’ll be okay, oh so okay…

He tumbles and falls over again, this time hitting the ground with no grace whatsoever, most likely scratching elbows and knees in the process. Even rising his head up as not to cough in water when a fit claws at his throat again takes most of the energy he has left, only for his blurry sight and cottoned-down hearing to spot the first good thing in who knows many hours: a familiar yelp and vague brown-and-yellow figure rushing towards him.

With a trembling and feeble hand, he tries reaching out to the Yamper who has guided him so many times out of dangerous situations, only for an oh so familiar voice to yell in his direction. Still, it’s hard to know if it’s real or just his imagination. Ah, well; he’ll have to see when he’ll have woken up. If he even wakes up from the darkness starting to invade his vision…

“Yamper, where in the world are you running like that?!” This creature never stops running, doesn’t it? “Yamper, wait for me!”

If she’s used to her trusty furry assistant running around everywhere it goes and pursuing it, Sonia has to notice there’s something odd in the air. Yamper never goes this fast, especially not in a city where it could smash muzzle first into people. There’s an urgent feeling to its yelps as it runs in one precise direction.

As suddenly as Yamper started running when she had just gone out of the vault to investigate a little bit more into the Galar mythos she had become a specialist of, it stops right in its tracks in a little street she’s frankly never seen nor noticed before. With how much it’s raining and how unlikely it is to stop pouring soon, she doesn’t want the both of them out for much longer than needed.

She stops to regain her breath, hands on her knees as she folds in two, wet red hair hanging from her head. Yamper stays in place, running around her in circles, then disappearing from her view into the old, little street covered in rain and shadows. It doesn’t seem to have any intent on leaving soon.

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“Why did you… bring me here…? Seriously, it’s raining Growlithes and Purrloins…!”

Still, Sonia gets herself together and goes on to follow her “assistant”. There’s dread building in her chest and stomach that she can hardly ignore… She’s seen enough movies as a teenager to know where this is going. She’s going to end up tangled into some messed-up situation, isn’t she…?

Her heart skips a beat when she notices a very familiar person lying face down on the pavement, drenched to the bone. A person who hasn’t given her any response or sign of life for a few days.

Someone who’s gotten lost in Hammerlocke again.

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When he wakes up, everything feels different than the last time he’s been awake. It’s all white, dry and soft. He stills feels too hot and too cold, breathing remains a chore and he wishes he wasn’t there anyway; but he supposes he’s now safe and, honestly, he can’t think of anything much worse than treading through the torrential rain with little strength left.

Now, if he knew what the thing on his face was, he’d be doing a bit better, but his arms feel like they’re made out of lead and he lacks the energy to rise them to his mouth and at least touch it…

“Leon?”

The voice, even if it’s muffled, is undoubtedly Sonia’s. He can’t quite put a finger on why exactly, yet he feels like this confirms something. If his chest didn’t feel so heavy and full, he’d have sighed in relief. That doesn’t prevent him from coughing again when trying to respond to his own name.

“Let me do the talking, okay? I’m sure you have a metric ton of questions to ask, but for the love of Galar, spare your voice unless necessary.”

Now that his vision is focusing again, he notices both the pipe inserted in his wrist and the frown on her face. She seems less than content with something. What, he doesn’t quite know, and thinking hurts his head even further than it already bothers him, heavy on his neck despite resting on a pillow. Speaking of which, where is his stuff? His clothes?

“Hey, hey, hey,” Sonia rises from her chair and puts her hands on his chest, putting him back into his mattress. “You stay here and don’t cause anyone any worry more than you’ve already done!”

He’s confused as to why she’s so adamant on him not doing anything. No speaking, no moving… If he didn’t feel this drained and lethargic, he’d absolutely get back at her with playfulness. Well, that does kind of answer his own question, doesn’t it? Or, at least, it seems to make sense to his brain which has troubles keeping up with the situation…

Yet, he sees a small smirk contrast with her frowned eyebrows. She seems… pained. Pained by what, or who, he doesn’t know; he’s most likely at least partially responsible for it, because she wouldn’t be there otherwise.

“I don’t know how you’ve ended up in that situation exactly, Leon, but you’ve managed to surpass yourself in terms of putting yourself in harm’s way. You’ve scared us before, but not to that extent!”

“I…” His voice sounds hoarse and it absolutely feels that way. “It’s complicated…”

“Your entire party was fainted, safe for Charizard who was about to follow; you somehow bricked your phone in the process and ended up catching more than a death of cold. Where were you during all that time?!”

Sonia sounds a bit too scared for someone who’s facing her childhood friend stuck in a bed.

“The Wild Area…”

“That’d explain why you were soaked to the bone when I found you lying in a puddle… You’ll have to excuse me for using that crude language, you scared everyone on that one!”

It’s his turn to ask a little question, even if the state of his body makes him want to remain quiet. Still, no matter how intelligent she is, Sonia doesn’t read minds, so he’s somewhat forced to go through with it if he wants his answers.

“Where are we?”

“A clinic in Hammerlocke. I forgot to add you also scared the ER staff with how bad your breathing was.” Has to be that irritating wheezing sound he’s hearing since he’s woken up. “By the way, since I know you’re going to ask me about that, your team is safe and doing much better now. They’re all gently resting in their balls while you recover.”

He misses Charizard and everyone else already. He owes them a big apology, that’s for sure, but he’s also certain his brain can’t process much right now. Sometimes, you just need to admit yourself to have been defeated… even if it bothers you to no end.

Sonia paces around for a little bit before sitting down on the chair next to the bed, arms still crossed. She sounds more than frustrated, and, well… He can’t really hold it against her, can he? He already can barely hold anything against her to begin with, considering how much they’ve lived through together; it’s not today, in these circumstances, that he’ll try finding a reason for her not to be frustrated. Who knows how long he’s been gone without giving news: he frankly, forgot how quickly or slowly time was passing while he was wandering through the Wild Area.

“At least, you’re still here and breathing with us. Just, if you could not do that ever again, it’d be better, you know? I can’t always be there worrying after you when I’m now a Prof! Arceus, I don’t even imagine what sequence of events has thrown you into such a state. You looked absolutely pitiful when Yamper found you.”

He tries to puff at himself to ease the tension he feels rising, but all he ends up doing is coughing. And coughing. And coughing.

“What did I say about sparing your voice? Tch, you’ll never change, will you? You’ve always stubborn, after all, so there’s no reason that’ll change now. That’s part of your charm, I suppose.” She shrugs before suddenly darting her eyes away from him. “But you’re right, I shouldn’t have to worry! You were the Champion of Galar for more than ten years, why would I be afraid of you? That makes very little sense, haha!”

“S-Sonia…”

He only now spots the dark rings under her eyes and the hair pulling out of her ponytail, one strand at a time. How long was he out for, and for how much of that time was she there, exactly? (Hey, he does work fairly well, for someone who can’t stop sweating and whose entire frame is shaken up by chills at irregular intervals!). Too many questions, too little available brain space, he guesses…

“Go for it, make fun of your good old friend who still hasn’t gotten the memo. I should have been like Hop and blindly believed you’d come back to us, as you’ve always done…”

Oh, right, Hop! How is he doing, has he advanced in his research, does he still worry for him? Well, sadly, it’s not the time to think about his brother: his childhood friend seems to have a meltdown right in front of him.

“Why?”

Sonia stares at him, completely silent, eyes wide. Seems like she doesn’t have an answer to her own interrogation, until pain comes back on her face like the wave crashing on the shore.

“You don’t… think it’s ridiculous?”

“What?” His throat doesn’t take kindly to his attempts at having a conversation.

“Everything! We swore we’d trust each other, but look at me, worrying over you as if we were still kids running in the fields with the Wooloos… And I’m telling you all that while you’re cooking on the inside! Really, isn’t that ridiculous?”

Gathering his breath and his strength, he rises up with shaky arms against the bedhead, pillow still preventing his head from entirely lulling over his shoulder from how heavy it is. Whatever he’s caught, it’s one hell of an affliction he’s found himself with. Still, if it’s for Sonia, if she’s this distraught over the situation (he did almost pass away), he can put up with the migraine, the difficult breathing, the mask over his mouth, the lethargy, the chills…

“I’m sorry, Sonia.”

He does cough immediately after apologizing, as expected. For once, she doesn’t reply immediately, doesn’t make a witty remark; instead, she looks confused and maybe embarrassed, considering the red he can see with the eyes that still refuse to entirely focus for more than a few seconds.

“Sorry for what? And, again, spare your voice, you…”

“For all of this.”

Her expression softens, eyebrows drooping and eyes shining brighter. Even if it’s slight and his eyes almost miss it, she finally smiles.

“How long…?” He’s interrupted by a fit.

“How long you’ve been out?” He nods, still trying to calm his chest down. “Around half a day. You did wake up at some point but immediately passed out again. No wonder why you don’t remember that.”

He now points at her with an unsteady finger. “Why are you… Oh, how long I’ve been here?” He nods again. “Most of that time, I’d say. I’d also say I fell asleep at some point too…”

She crosses her arms again, just as his vision starts weakening again. It’s back to sleep, right?

“I think we both need our rest. I’m also certain Hop is waiting at the door, so you’ll even have a guardian angel watching over you, isn’t that super cool? And if you attempt rising from that bed, you’re sure to be put back into it in mere seconds!”

He’d try laughing if it didn’t trigger such a massive reaction from his lungs, so he decides to just nod instead.

“See you later, Leon. Goodnight.”

He waves at her, the lethargy still reflecting in his slow and sloppy gestures, but that’s fine enough for now. Her smile is worth it, isn’t it?

Absolutely worth trekking through the rain with full lungs and little energy left…

#pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #pokemon leon #pokemon sonia #lionheartshipping #sickfic #hurt comfort #pre-relationship #pneumonia #bad things happen bingo #bthb 2 #leon (pokemon)#sonia (pokemon)#otp: watchful eyes of gold

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commonalex · 4 years ago

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Broken Nose

-Oh my, a talking fox!

-Oh my, a talking fattie!

-Wait, what?

I don’t know what else I could expect coming down here from the tower today. I had this bad feeling stepping into the woods for the first time. It was really on the nose.

-He he, “on the nose”. Never gets old!

-Huh?

The fox keeps on giggling but maybe not on purpose. Judging by the dirty yellowish fur and the burnt patches on its weak body, you could say this creature has seen better days.

-Uhhh girl? Still here. I can hear, you know.

Wherever this fox was (before it comes to horrify me) the fire must’ve get it just in time, but it doesn’t look like hurting. On the contrary, the fox is playfully stretching like a cat on the dirt. I guess I seem so damn funny (or pathetic) for it to dare to come so near. Not that I would mind some chit chat at the time, I haven’t spoke to a person (or whatever that is) for far too long. But the way it follows me around with this sarcastic laugh rubs me the wrong way.

-Come on now, foxxy, I’m seriously busy right now. I can’t afford spending time with you. Stay away and no one gets hurt, nosey.

“Nosey”? Ha ha! It’s like you already know!

-Whatever.

I throw middle fingers and keep on my route putting in and out the batteries of my walkie talkie. No luck. Dad (or whoever was talking at the frequency I was catching from the tower) didn’t speak a word again and of course no one’s around here as far as I can see. So I already had my misery, but I guess I should come down here to play hide and seek besides still life. Thank god it’s still afternoon with the sun beaming through the trees so I am not scared shitless yet.

But still, the fire keeps on burning whatever is on its way and no one bothers if I’m burned alive or not one of those days. So here comes the panic again. I’m climbing a tree to see the valley burning a bit better, while screaming furiously on the walkie talkie in case signal comes up. I scream my lungs out, touch my throat, lose balance, slip of the trunk and fall face first. When I managed to get up blood was pouring off my nose like a fountain. I guess I knew better when I was staying in the watch tower picking my…

-...”nose”, huh? He he he. You are funny, but you really don’t listen.

I turn around to stare at the fox in a way so it gets the message and run away from me but here it is with its eyes shining like it’s waiting for something. I walk slowly to a direction, here it is following me, here it is talking shit about me, here it is turning to go somewhere else, here I am trying to catch her from going towards the fire, and we’re back at the start. Fuck it, I say. I let her leave to stop worrying. And that’s how I get lost in here. You see, all this time I had the smoke as compass and with all this chasing I failed to notice that the fumes scattered all over the place. I raise my head to see the sun radiating this weird red-like colors. Why on earth am I still here?

-Does anybody listen on this channel? I know some of you do. Dad, can you hear me? I’m the fire lookout and try to find you all this time. If you hear me, tell me your location so I can get to you. Copy?

I’d be damned if this walkie talkie thingy is even necessary at this point. They have probably gone deaf by my stupid screaming.

-Just hoping you understand how futile this is. It’s like the thousandth time I tell you that at this exact point, but I have my hopes that one day you will stop doing this. Mainly to yourself. Just like I have my hopes that you will stop wearing shorts that make your thighs look unevenly thick.

-Can you please help me with your mouth shut? All it takes is a second to become human torches. I don’t need your kind of silly attitude.

-Pardon me? What attitude. I said what I said for your own good. But I don’t judge you. Spending all this time trapped in here, no wonder why your brain got a bit rusty.

-Trapped?

The fox’s looking at me head to toes, sighs and sits in front of me waiting for something once again. What, exactly? No idea, but I wish it would be something that would take my guilt away and leave this thing get baked. It would smell like cooked fox all over to the watch tower.

-Highly doubt you could smell anything with a nose that fucked up.

-Shut-your-god-damn-mouth.

I get caught off guard by the walkie talkie screeching with an incomprehensible voice. I don’t get much, just small phrases like “wish you could hear me” or “one sign of life” and such. All enough to hear my dad on this. I press to reply with my hands shaking by the stress. I keep on losing him, without ever getting my voice across. Signal worsens, but if I can hear him that must mean he is somewhere around here, right? But what if he is somewhere near the fire? I’m mic screaming “DAD JUST TELL ME IF YOU’RE HERE” like a ten year old and that’s where I lose all contact.

Trying to catch a breath on a treat I get blood in my mouth (which has got everywhere and made me look sick) and burst into tears. I feel finished. I watch the ash raining down on my from the coal black slope on my right and I’m feeling shaky once again. I don’t even know if I’m crying being here all alone or because by the next few meters I could see my dad… You know how. I don’t know what I’m going to do if I see something like that.

-Come on, girl, please, don’t say that. I’ve listened to you say that like a hundred times and every time my heart is screaming for mercy. Come, get up.

Barely even remembered the fox is there all along.

-What do you want from me?

-Dunno. Company? A little adventure? This boredom you feel all this time on that watch tower all alone, I get that too. But you only make us the favor to come down here and spend time when you catch your dad on the radio. Only then I really have something to do.

-So you have seen me up there?

-If I seen you? What else could a fox occupy it’s mind inside those fucked up woods than stalk a fire lookout in her fourties? You know, playing with the binoculars, searching up radio frequencies, drinking beer and listening to the same music all day from her cd player? Is there anything better around here?

-What forties? I’m seventeen.

-Well I’m telling you, you absolutely are in your thirties at least.

-Why do I even bother.

But chatting with the fox really makes you forget, whatever bs you have to endure. And you have to endure a lot. And a lot of stuff the fox says are disses that don’t make much sense. However company is very much needed at this point, inside a dirt pool filling up with ash and red smoke.

-I’m not here to make your life difficult.

-I don’t even know why you’re here. And how come you talk? If that’s not too much.

-Why are you stuck on these questions by now? You do this every time. Even though that’s the first time I see fire getting that big around here. And to be fair you got lost in the woods too early this time. And to be honest I’m kinda like a baby boy right now, asking for his mama, cause I have no clue what the hell is going on.

-”Baby boy”? Are you male?

He looks at me with the most dead and disappointed stare a fox could ever have. I don’t know why I assumed he was a girl. But since he can hear me in my head, I apologize for perpetuating those kind of stereotypes. My bad. Ok? The fox nods as agreeing. we are ok.

During all that I forgot I had the walkie talkie on my back pocket so when it started “whistling” again I got shivers. Trying to hold it with my shaky fingers I drop it like the useless scum I am. Even the fox gave me a disappointed look.

The signal was better this time. I could hear for about five minutes non stop before I tried (with no luck) to respond. This is for sure not my dad. Those weird fast paced accents that invade the back of my ears are definitely from my mother. She even said her catchphrase “look at your own lil princess”.

“...should we keep on putting up a show anymore, darling?”.

“I’m tired. You wanna hear me say it? I say it right now.“.

“...I don’t understand? So am I the bad one and the heartless bitch once again?”.

“...please accept the bitter reality. We really missed the boat...”.

And then silence again.

Same attitude, same lines played out a thousand times in the kitchen or in front of people. The same arguing over and over again with dad. The reason was always dumb, but her voice here doesn’t seem so irritating. Something serious must have happened for my dead mommy to cry like a pig.

-No crying? So you’re over it?

-Don’t know.

-I get it, we’re still at the point where you adapt to all this. We have a little bit of walking left till you have to get back.

-Tell me, what’s this thing you seem to know but I don’t?

-We know the same. I’m just here as a reminder, like an alarm clock of some sort. You know, like that fox alarm clock you had besides your bed when you were younger? Do you remember? You even brought it to the watch tower. Weird to have an alarm clock if you’re waking up at noon, though. You a freaking fire lookout, woman.

It was a while until my brain got to work again. The fox was right, he is just like that alarm clock I have since a kid. How did I not see it before? And what does that mean now? Well, we know we won’t get any further just by asking. I don’t know if what I feel about that creature is trust, intimacy or curiosity. And those enigmatic stuff he throws here and there get tiresome. We walk and chit chat without noticing the orange fog swallowing everything within a meter around us. All we see in front of us now are burnt tree trunks and melting animals. All of them teddy bears I had while being a baby potato. If my heartbeat wasn’t hitting those three digits I would get goosebumps right now.

I’m covering mouth and nose with my hand and try to guess where the fox is, as he’s running in circles stunned. He doesn’t seem to care if we find my parents before we all get barbecued anymore. He is too busy looking somehow concerned at all this damaged landscape.

-Tell me, how long have you seen me in secret? Spent all the summer over there and I never saw a single soul besides you right now, my secret admirer.

-Are you serious? What summer? Get it together. We wasted our young years here. But what am I even saying and basically to whom. Sometimes I wish I had your luck playing in this kind of playground. You could say disconnection from the environment has its moments.

-I’m volunteering for the summer, that’s all. It was written on the papers I signed, too. I think.

-Wait… Is that it?

-After all that I’m going back home to find out if where I’m studying by September. It’s pretty much over.

-...so this was it all along? Disconnecting? -Wait, did I take the entrance exams? My brain just froze.

-Would you shut up about your exams? Something’s wrong.

-How could I forget exams, though? After all this studying?

-Oh man. We really are in deep shit and now’s the time for you to turn your nose up at what is happening.

-Oh, here we go with these nose jokes again.

-No, no. Didn’t mean it in a literal way. That was unfortun… Ah, you get it, right?

-Maybe that’s why there’s not a single soul down here. You must’ve killed them all with your crap.

-I don’t have a good feeling about this. Our routine feels off. We have done this walk so many times and something’s not quite ok right now. It seems as if we’re stuck at the same place for hours and I guess…

-”Guess” what…?

-...we’re lost. I guess.

Oh-you-don’t-say. When you spend so much time fucking with a broken person’s nerves, you tend miss what’s happening. We’re technically blind and we just go around for hours. Are we running away from the fire? Going straight at it? Only god know, because everything turned brown around here. We’re bumping trees and get shitless when we step on those blackened teddy bear bellies. I don’t lose my chance of cursing out the fox for driving us here, but all he cares about it digging holes while “trying to find our designated course”. That’s how we spend our next hour. Or maybe more since my watch stopped.

-How much battery is left in the walkie talkie?

-One line. And I swear I had it full, just like every time.

-”Just like every time”?

-Every time I climb down the watch tower to get here.

The fox leaves the digging on the side and looks at me with his eyes wide open. My brain gets stuck for a moment and before he gets to respond I get vertigo. When I return to normal he keeps on asking again and again if I “know”, as if I get what he is trying to say. I’m searching for the sun above us to make everything around me stop flickering, but no luck, so I have the fox right beside me irritating me with these questions while I’m throwing up.

-Oh boy, you really don’t listen. That’s it, we’re going back. Now.

-Back where? I have my parents over here!

-You play the fool all this time. We have to go back to the starting point, don’t you get it? With you at the watch tower listening to your parents on the radio, coming down to the woods and find me while breaking your nose. Dunno how more fucked up your nose can be than right now, but we might save our asses.

-You are the most irritating talking fox I’ve ever seen.

-Wow, that’s a lot. Now give me the walkie talkie.

-Stop, YOU’RE GONNA BREAK IT!

-WOULD YOU STOP THE BULLSHIT SO WE CAN SAVE OURSELVES?

-DON’T.

The walkie talkie slips, falls upon some cracked branches and shutters to a million pieces. Our eyes are glued to the ground, scanning for every piece in case we lose it. Time suddenly hits the brake, the orange fog from before has grown to this sick deep red light from the sun that sets down the edge of the valley as if we are in literal hell. Is this it?

-Nah. Not yet at least.

-Cut it out.

-Sure.

I’m paralysed. My head can’t get through this twisted procedure anymore; days are marching one after another as the same exact instance being copied again and again. I tried so much to resist but my “job” here stopped helping a long time ago. Every bit on me seems hurt and rough. How long was I force to see everything slowly catch fire as I try to not get burnt alive? I could never know. All I know is how much washed out I feel here. Breaking my face, getting lost and playing chase with flames while asking for my dad through a stupid walkie talkie. Not that I ever need it to hear him. I got him right beside my ear all the time.

Even now.

“Stop acting like that, you’re an old man. It’s like you think I’m not in pain myself.”.

“But is it so easy for you?”.

“You think I’m not suffering inside? We’re in the same boat and we’re sinking.”.

“And what is she stood up right now? Looking at you and asking you what were we discussing just before?”.

“Twenty years, dear. Twenty years talking ‘bout the same damn things. Our daughter is gone, don’t you listen to the doctors? Am I wasting away on my own? Am I struggling to keep up with money by myself just to keep on hoping? Why are you doing this? Why in front of others, dear?”.

“I won’t bear this. I can’t bear this.”.

“It’s time to let her rest, us too. Or whatever is left there...”.

“Don’t cry, damn it. Don’t you see I’m holding it myself?”.

That’s my mom. Stiff as one can be at first just to breakdown in the end. Now my dad must hug her with those big ass arms until she eventually calms down. What I’d do to see them now, even though they must got so old through all those years.

When my mother stopped sobbing I wiped my eyes and saw the fire waiting ten steps away. Clothes, shoes, all of them slowly melt and drop to the boiling ground. I take the fox in my arms and run away in case we can get saved somehow. The fox doesn’t seem to have much time left. All I see is burnt fur and burst open skin. I barely have the courage to look at his face with this bloody tongue and two concerning little eyes.

-Can you still talk?

-As much as you can run.

He knows what he’s talking about. My body is slowing growing heavy and lags to respond. We are really dead meat.

-So nothing in here is real, huh? It’s all in my head.

-Does it matter? The point was to get a bit away from all of this. To stretch this as much as possible, until you wake up or until you… You know…

I’m not forcing the conversation any more. I’m grateful for his stance amidst all this chaos. He looks at me and nods to seal the mutual understanding. I smile and the saltiness from the tears and the blood goes right into my mouth. Awkward yet suitable.

When my feet start to sink from the upward sprint up the hill, the watch tower is finally revealed about a hundred meters away.

-A little bit of patience, we’re here.

-All of this is so unnecessary. We’re gonna be consumed by the fire in the end.

-I need to talk to them. Last try. Promise.

-As if we had more.

The rusty ladder moans while I climb it with the fox on my right soldier. The door of the tower room slams by the wind and all the glass windows are shattered with dust pilling up all the way to my knee. All the beer can thrown out, all the books and cds buried; only the desk with the main radio got away through all this. I lie down the fox on a corner of the bed and I examine the completely fucked up world outside. Everything is red and everything flickers in the flames. It’s a matter of minutes now.

I plug the radio and fix the antenna that gets dragged by the wind outside. The fox is watching me like he wants to make sure I do everything right. I make a weird gesture with my hand to reassure him during his last moments and he smiles. Then I play with the mic switch in my hands due to awkwardness. How much time do I have left? Judging the fire coming close to the window I kinda get the idea. But it seems I don’t need this kind of boogieman anymore to live and move in here; just patience. So I’m looking the frequencies one by one, calling and waiting for a response.

-I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe you escaped. Old people don’t particularly stand those situations. I just called for the sake of it. I called to say it’s ok and I understand, dad. And please tell the other not to whine and be bitter. The only thing missing right now is one last hug with you. If only I could feel a touch on my hand, damn it. Anyway, I’m tired. Be strong. I have no idea if, but I wish we meet again someday. Somewhere by the sea if it’s easy. So much desolation and so much pine, I can’t stand it anymore.

It’s like I had it written down with the words flowing so easily. I repeated them about twenty or thirty times out loud until my mouth went completely dry. I turn off the mic and look at the flame waving me from every direction. I wave back.

-We’ve said it well, even though no one got to hear it. The most beautiful in vain gesture ever.

How poetic. Didn’t know he had it in him.

I leave the radio in a frequency full of white noise to scratch my ears to oblivion. I don’t wanna hear my head go off until they reply back. Afterwards I give a tight hug to the fox with all power I have left to a point I think I’m strangling him. He doesn’t flinch, he understands. We sigh together and watch in slow motion the whole process. Fire knocking on the door to come in, surrounding everything, painting them all with a different color as I leave my sweat (and something more) on this cheap mattress. Maybe they didn’t get my message, I think, and I’m kinda holding a grudge at myself. Maybe if I had another chance I wouldn’t waste so much time. Maybe I could even wake up and see them, even if that meant I would die right after. Talk about bad luck, twenty years here and the alarm clock never get me out of bed once. My nerves. I have so much anger I could a person right now. I swear if someone would close my nostrils right now I’d explode from rage.

-So much for breaking your nose, I guess.

-For the love of god SHUT UP.

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hag-lad · 4 years ago

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Digging Deeper

Thank you to my radiant wonderful friend @alienfuckeronmain for sending me EXACTLY the type of self indulgent wind-down activity I wanted on this otherwise depressing weekend! If anyone else wants to answer FORTY-NINE QUESTIONS about themselves, I’m super nosy and will read it all! @fight-the-seether @ptolemyofchaos @butchwizard @metalbutch @nyndelion @comrade-ziltoid @leatherdear @kristalknobb Enjoy, friends!

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? I prefer black, but I always feel like I write neater in blue??

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? The city, but only if it has breathable air, green infrastructure, and decent public transit. So like... definitely no city in America lmao

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? The ability to quickly become fluent in another language! I’ve been struggling with Spanish for literal YEARS and it’s honestly pathetic. My brain is so stuck on English.

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Look pal. If I wanna drink sugar, I’m gonna have a soda, not herb water or bean juice.

5. What was your favorite book as a child? I was OBSESSED with The Wish List, by Eoin Colfer (of Artemis Fowl fame). I remember being so fascinated by how dark it was?? It’s an afterlife adventure, where the main character has to escape purgatory by atoning for her crimes of robbery and fraud and whatever. I had a crush on her, so basically this book made me want to pursue a life of crime, even though it explicitly condemns crime and depicts Hell as a very real and horrible place. I was in like fourth grade and was super morbidly curious about Hell and the possibility of going there! Lol

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Baths... but only when I’m not actually dirty going in. A bath is leisure, not hygiene.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would you be? 100% fae! I would build my dwelling within a sidhe mound, steal shiny things in the middle of the night, make bastardly little contracts for no reason, and cause harmless mayhem and mischief because mortals really are fools (go off, robin goodfellow!) Also I love mushroom circles and dancing in the moonlight.

8. Paper or electronic books? Paper all the way! I read much more content electronically, but it’s usually in the short story or article format. Books are much better in print, I think.

9. What is your favorite item of clothing? Probably my rust-brown overalls.

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? I’ve always hated my name but no alternative has ever stuck, unfortunately. My name is Amy, and I don’t think it fits at all. If I knew I’d never have to correct anyone on it, I’d probably just change it to Amelia?

11. Who is a mentor to you? My little brother! He’s this genius musician, and he has taught me so much about song structure, polyrhythms, guitar technique, production tricks, all kinds of trivia that really deepen my appreciation for music and the LABOR that goes into it.

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? No, never, not for anything. I cherish my anonimity so much, I don’t even put searchable tags on this blog cuz I get an adrenaline spike from anxiety if too many people interact with me. I also just think fame is a fucking hideous construct. I don’t think it’s even slightly cool or desirable.

13. Are you a restless sleeper? No, I’m a fucking log. I can easily sleep for 12 hours straight. Thanks, depression!

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? No, actually. I’m very much in love, and it brings me lots of joy to do nice things with and for my partner! But romance feels very difficult for me to connect with. I’m super domestic, like, I love the idea of marriage but not necessarily a wedding, or a moonstruck romance or whatever. Those dramatic gestures feel very awkward for me.

15. Which element best represents you? EARTH. Specifically, like... dirt, or soil.

16. Who do you want to be closer to? I want to be geographically closer to my family. We’re thick as thieves, but we all live like 50 miles apart from each other. I miss my brothers and my parents so much, I feel so incomplete and depressed without them to hang out with, especially since quarantine.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? See above! Lol

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. When my little brother was a baby, he had this grey car seat with a folding mechanism which held his legs in place. It made a very satisfying clicking sound when the mechanism moved, AND when it was fully unfolded, it looked a lot like a Klingon battle cruiser. (Or so my five year old brain thought.) So! My older brother and I would take this seat out of the car CONSTANTLY so that we could unfold it and “sing” the Klingon theme music from Star Trek: The Motion Picture while we scooched our car seat battle cruiser across the living room floor, pretending to shoot phasers into the TV or the dining table or whatever else got in our way.

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? Gifilte fish, maybe?

20. What are you most thankful for? My family, including my wonderful partner and all the cats in our lives!

21. Do you like spicy food? Yes! But my tolerance for extreme spice decreases every year, unfortunately. So I can’t handle as much heat as I used to, but I do enjoy a good kick.

22. Have you ever met someone famous? Lmaooo I made the regretful decision to PAY FOR a meet&greet with Fall Out Boy in like 2006, which was so fucking awkward and painful, I vowed to never approach that level of lame again.

23. Do you keep a diary or a journal? TONS! I’m an obsessive record keeper. Some years I journal more than others, and I’ve found that it is super difficult to keep up with it while working full time. But it’s absolutely one of my favorite hobbies.

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or pencil? Pen for writing. Pencil for drawing, and math.

25. What is your star sign? Virgo sun, Aquarius moon, Scorpio rising 🙃

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? Crunchy! A shallow bath in that milk is key.

27. What would you want your legacy to be? My artwork. I go through these aesthetic phases every year that I become super obsessed with/ focused on, and I’ve always meant to catalogue them in annual art journals, but I’ve NEVER FINISHED ONE! They always get pushed aside by the need to work, and I hate that so much. If I could just take a year off work and backfill all of my missed concepts into completed books, I would be so happy. But I literally have NO WAY to pay for that, absolutely none. I fucking hate capitalism.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? I love to read, but finishing a whole book has been A STRUGGLE lately! Right now I’m chipping away at Tending Brigid’s Flame, which is a quaint lil devotional for the Celtic fire goddess. Very new agey, like cheesy Wiccan vibes. I love that shit!

29. How do you show someone you love them? Quality time!

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? Only if I have a straw. Ice touching my teeth kinda makes me wince.

31. What are you afraid of? Incompetance, doing a bad job, letting someone down, taking up too much space, being a nussiance, etc

32. What is your favourite scent? Incense! Especially cinnamon, dragon’s blood, and amber.

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? I always call people, regardless of age, by the name they ask me to use. Sometimes it’s a surname or title, usually it’s a first name. I’ll ask their preference if I’m unsure. But I definitely don’t default toward a surname, that’s weird.

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? COMPLETELY DIFFERENTLY!!!!!! The need for money rules literally every single hour of my entire life, and I hate it so much. I’m naturally nocturnal, but my job requires me to get up super early and sit in a car for 11 hours a day. I wake up at 5am, come home front work at 5pm, spend an hour or two trying to unwind, then go to bed and do it all over again. I hate my life! Really! I never see the stars, I never exercise, I am completely exhausted and burnt out all the time, and I barely get any quality time with my partner. If money were no object, I would sleep til noon or 1, make art and hike all day, ride my bike and stargaze all night, stay up til 4am reading and playing with my cats, and sleep like a baby. My partner and I would cook dinner for each other and watch Star Trek and collaborate on art projects and I would be so happy.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? Here’s my hierarchy: Private pool > ocean > public pool

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? I’d look around to see if anyone obviously dropped it and try to give it back. If I couldn’t find anyone, I’d exchange it for dollars and deposit that shit into my account!

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Of course!! Hundreds!

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? America is evil and needs to be destroyed.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? Lmao this is so cute. If you HAD TO HAVE a tattoo! I really wanna finish my damn sleeves, they’re literally 9 years in the making and barely half finished. But I’d also love more art on my legs! I DESPERATELY want Ziltoid in a lacy valentine heart on my thigh.

40. What can you hear now? Our fish tank water bubbling and my fan on full blast.

41. Where do you feel the safest? Home alone, doors locked, windows covered, lights low. I absolutely LOVE to not be seen or perceived in any way.

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My fear of discomfort

43. If you could time travel to another era, which one would you choose? I feel like I’d want to be a teen in the 80’s and an adult in the 90’s. Does time travel work that way?

44. What is your most used emoji? 😭 or 😎

45. Describe yourself using one word. Defeated

46. What do you regret the most? Convincing myself that math was too hard or boring (or something?) when I was in middle school. I feel like I’m actually a pretty intelligent person who could’ve totally overcome that difficulty and gone on to understand all kinds of patterns and concepts which have eluded me to this day! It’s so frustrating to try and fight that formative self-concept, which now comes naturally but ultimately sabotages me. 💀

47. Last movie you saw? I made my partner watch Troop Beverly Hills, one of my childhood faves. It’s so fun! I love chick flicks so much.

48. Last tv show you watched? Deep Space Nine. Getting through the first season has been harder than expected. It’s actually my favorite Star Trek show?? (Orrrr maybe that’s TNG, ahh! It’s so hard to choose!) But season one is so baffling and awful! Why is there so much space capitalism??! And racism? And war? And drinking alcoholic beverages? #notmystartrek

49. Invent a word and its meaning. I used to call a single strand of curly hair a “curly quink” when I was a child. Therefore, a “quink” is a section of hair, usually a particularly cute or iconic one.

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Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 23

Chapter Summary - Tom arrives to Alexianna's to see if he can save their relationship.

TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.

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Alexianna watched Lily as she coloured another picture. ‘Look at this, Mommy.’

Alexianna wiped her tears and put on a smile. ‘What is it, love?’

Lily pointed to the different people on the page. ‘There’s you, there’s me. And there’s Tom, he is holding your hand.’

Alexianna winced. ‘Lily, I need to talk to you about something.’ she knelt down in front of her daughter. ‘Sweetie, I need to talk to you about Tom.’

‘I like Tom.’ Lily declared happily.

‘I know you do love, so do I, but...sometimes...sometimes things don’t happen like we want them to, and even when we really really like people, we don’t get to continue being around them.’ she tried to explain, but all she got in return was a puzzled Lily who had no idea what she was trying to say. ‘Lil…’ A knock on the door caused her to frown. Realising it was more than likely Edward, she sighed. ‘Go to the bedroom, okay?’ Lily tried to complain, ‘Now Lil, and I will give you some ice-cream in a minute.’ The child did as she was told. Alexianna walked to the door, terrified of what she was about to face. She opened it without paying attention to who was on the other side. ‘Come on so, you bottom feeder, let’s just get this sorted.’ She growled. Tom walked in. ‘Oh.’ she looked at him, Tom looking at her expectantly. ‘I didn’t…’

‘So he is coming back?’

‘He should be here in a minute.’ she nodded.

‘And what are you going to do?’

‘I have it signed.’

‘Lexi.’ Tom walked toward her but she stepped back. ‘You shouldn’t…’

‘I should never have allowed this Tom, I put everything you worked so hard for at risk because of a crush I had as a teenager. I could not let it affect you.’

‘I am grateful that you were thinking of me, but I am a fully grown man, I can look after myself and when making a decision like this, I think it only fair that you consider both of our opinions on the matter.’ He stated.

‘It’s just too complicated.’

‘No, Lexi, it’s not. We talk over everything, we see what is the best way forward and we go from there. You can’t just push me away…’ he looked at the table, recognising himself in Lily’s drawing. ‘I know it’s not easy Lexi and this isn’t easy, but Lily has accepted me, you said you love me, we can’t throw it all away just because he wants to control your life.’

‘I had to sign those papers.’

‘What is so wrong about signing them?’

‘You’re kidding, right? All I had in that sham of a marriage was my integrity, and now he is taking that from me.’ she cried. ‘I…’ Tom pulled her to him, caressing her hair gently. ‘It’s not fair.’

‘It’s not, which is why he is not going to do it.’

‘I need to go to the bathroom.’ She pulled away again.

‘I’ll still be here in a minute.’ Tom promised, kissing her head. Alexianna left the kitchenette for the bathroom. No sooner than she left, there was a sharp rap on the door. Causing Tom to look at it warily. A moment later, Lily came to the bedroom door. ‘Lil?’

‘It’s the bad man.’

‘What bad man, Darling?’

‘He was here yesterday, he made Mommy cry.’

‘Okay love, you go into the room, alright?’ Lily nodded and did as she was told. Tom inhaled deeply and walked to the door, opening it and looking out at the man on the doorstep. ‘Yes?’

‘I am looking for Alexianna Rice.’

Tom frowned, he had never heard Alexianna’s married name before. ‘Concerning?’

‘That’s nothing to do with you.’

‘On the contrary, considering your threats to her last night, I think it very much concerns me.’ He growled back, stepping out of the house, closing over the door behind him.

‘It’s not a threat, it’s a promise. Besides, it’s not like it’s a hard sell, our paperwork signed, for hers. Your little dirty past doesn’t need to come out.’

‘There is no dirty past.’

‘Of course not, that’s why her daughter looks like you then, is it?’

‘I am not her father, as much as you may want it to be otherwise.’ Edward scoffed. ‘Jonathan does not deserve to be her father.’

‘Well, considering the evidence against Alexianna, it is very much doubtful he is.’ Edward grinned. ‘Has she that form signed or are we doing this the hard way, I don’t care, either way, you, however, should.’

The longer Tom spent near the man, the more he wished he was more brutishly aggressive. ‘Just have him sign the damn divorce papers. If Jonathan wants to be rid of her, then just sign them, once they are signed, she cannot come after him, his name isn’t on the birth cert, no spousal support and he can continue his miserable existence with whichever poor creature decides to endure him next.’

‘She can…’

‘If you are so sure he is not the father, then it doesn’t matter, does it?’ Tom challenged. Edward said nothing. ‘She has not looked back once in four years, she is glad to be rid of him. Her daughter did what she never could, she got her away from that pathetic excuse of a sack of…’

‘Tom.’ He turned to see Alexianna next to him. She extended her hand to his arm, ‘Don’t bother.’

Tom felt him exhale a breath he did not realise he had been holding. ‘You’re not giving him anything.’ Tom stated firmly. He turned to look at Edward. ‘You’re a legal man, right?’ Edward nodded warily at him. ‘Then you know of Carlton, Hedges and Graham?’ Again Edward nodded. ‘Funny thing about Eton, all sorts go there, I was in the year ahead of Jeremy Carlton, I was at his wedding only last year, so when Alexianna told me your little blackmail story, I got onto him, and guess what?’ Tom grinned. ‘We have you with five charges of malpractice and intimidation.’ Tom stood tall over Edward’s five foot eleven frame. ‘Including the illegal stalking of a woman and minor.’ Edward’s face fell. ‘You are the one with an ultimatum now, sign her papers, and part ways, never to hear from one another again, or be in front of a judge, and well, you know that firms win rate, Carlton has assured me that his father will personally preside over it.’ Tom stood millimetres from Edward’s chest. ‘So, either fax his signed papers over to them in the morning, care of Jeremy, or we will see you in court, and when the DNA on Lily comes back, he will suffer for putting her and Alexianna through all of this, every last copper penny from the day she was born, for every last nappy used, he will be forced to pay back half. Every pair of shoes, every last school pencil, he will pay half on until she graduates college. And we are very much considering private education, Alexianna is a past pupil of Headington in Oxford, the fees there are eighteen thousand for day schooling alone when we checked, we, of course, are looking at all options for her schooling. We want what’s best for her.’ Tom spoke with authority. ‘But if he signs those papers, then she is no longer his concern, her or her wonderful mother. Alexianna is not going to contest maintenance, so he moves on scot-free. Alexianna keeps her integrity, he keeps his money. He will not dictate to her how to live her life for one day longer. Am I clear?’ Edward remained silent. ‘Now get away from this door, you are never to step foot here again. You are never to bother Alexianna Hughes again, or her daughter or I will make one call and you will be neck-deep in paperwork for ten years.’ Tom growled. ‘Leave.’

Edward looked to Alexianna, who simply grinned back at him. ‘You heard him, Ed, fuck off.’ Tom grinned proudly at her. Edward’s mouth remained suspended between opened and closed for several moments before he turned and left, his tail firmly between his legs.

When he was gone, Tom looked to Alexianna again, she was shaking violently. ‘Have you eaten?’ She shook her head. ‘Come on, I think you and Lily deserve a nice takeaway, has she had Indian before?’ Tom put his arm around her. ‘I am so proud of you, Lexi.’

‘How…?’

‘I went to school with a guy whose father is the biggest thing in family law, he has represented every one of note, I gave him a call on the cab over, he works for his father now, I told him your situation, he gave me the quickest rundown of what you needed and told me to have everything to deal with that guy.’

‘Why would he help me?’

‘Well, you remember when I told you and Emma about an incident at Eton where I almost lost my house captaincy?’

‘Yeah, you covered for someone.’

‘I literally saved Jeremy from being expelled, he has always owed me since, this is going to be a big part of his debt repaid, he is doing this, free of charge and if Jonathan decides to play hardball, he will ensure he is shopping in Iceland and Home Bargain for the rest of his days.’ Tom promised. ‘He thinks you’re mad to not go for the jugular.’

‘I just want to be left alone. I want him gone.’

‘We’ll get that sorted, wait and see.’ Tom promised as they went back inside. ‘So, where is the best girl, she deserves something nice for being so good?’ Lily rushed out of the bedroom and into Tom’s arms, he pulled her up. ‘Have you tried Indian before? I think you look like someone who would love a Korma.’ Alexianna smiled as she watched Tom talking to Lily and the child talking excitedly back before beginning to drift into a daydream. ‘I mean it.’ She looked back at Tom when she realised he was talking to her. ‘If you want me gone for a genuine reason, I will respect that, if you try to push me away for a non-reason, I am not going to abandon you, either of you. I am not him.’

‘I know.’ she smiled, her eyes full of tears and her voice low. ‘Sorry.’ She dried her eyes with her hands. ‘Thank you, Tom.’

‘You don’t deserve that Lexi, though, I have to ask, Rice?’

‘My married name.’

‘But that guy was Rice?’

‘He is Jonathan’s brother.’

‘So he sent his brother to bully you?’ She nodded. ‘A lovely human being.’

‘Another string in his extensive bow.’ Alexianna agreed.

#Life is a Game of Risks #Chapter 23 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic

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galaxies-are-awesome-blog · 5 years ago

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Falling Star (2)

Summary: A certain arm finds its way to it's owner.

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: Here's part two! If you haven't read part one, I'll link it here somewhere!

Part One

Arthur stayed huddled up in the corner of the truck silently pleading for anyone to find him, to save him. Being trapped in something like this was not an ideal way to spend his time.

After that whole thing with Lewis happened, something grabbed tbe ghost's attention. If he had to guess what, he assumed it was when he pathetically called out Vivi's name during his breakdown, begging for her to come save him.

He really was pathetic, huh? With the way Lewis let go of his face, staring down at him with disgust as he broke down crying even more it was obvious that Lewis agreed with that statement.

His hand subconsciously made it's way to his cheek, rubbing it as it was now sore from how Lewis grabbed him. With how angry he was, Arthur would have wondered if he really did kill Lewis despite knowing he didn't.

But if that was true, why was there a bitter taste in his mouth?

Nonetheless, he had to get out of here, he had to see if Vivi was okay. He has to pull himself together for her, for Mystery, and for his uncle. God, his uncle was going to be so pissed at him.

Gathering up all his strength to get up was a real challenge, he kept retreating back to the corner he deemed safe, but after a while he finally stood up. Although he was shaking like a wet cat in Alaska, he eventually made his way to the back of the truck where the exit was at. Except there was a small issue.

It was locked.

“Damnit, Lewis,” he muttered to himself, checking every crook and crack he could find for a possible escape, but found none. “C’mon, there has to be something.”

Standing straight up now, Arthur placed both hands flat against the wall and began to push. He pushed and pushed until he finally–

–takes a brake. All this pushing was getting him no where and was getting increasingly frustrating.

Just as he laid down against it, he phased through the wall and fell back, hitting the hard ground, dust covering his entire back until he stood up and shook it off.

One glance at the broken down cars immediately told him he was still at his Uncle's place, but it looked as if no one was here judging by how empty the place looked.

Then again, it always did look empty in the mornings.

The steps he took were quiet, yet quick as he did not want to get caught by Lewis. He didn't want to see him again, he didn't know if he could even handle talking to him again. Especially with how he grabbed him.

The door was locked, fortunately Arthur could just phase through it, right?

No. No he could not.

He tried countless of times to phase through it, but his body wouldn't let him. He even tried breaking the damn door, but quickly held his punch back as he didn't want to cause more issues for his Uncle. God knows he doesn't need more baggage.

Turning his attention back to the van, he wondered if his laptop was still in there. If it was, hopefully it was still intact. To find out, he opened the back doors and scruffled around for it, making sure not to touch or move anything too loudly.

Upon finding it seemingly unbroken, he cheered silently, mumbling “thank god” as well. He opened it and immediately went on Facebook, messaging Vivi, asking her if she was okay.

Half an hour passed by and he still had no response.

Letting out a frustrated groan, he went to go text Lance, but remember the man didnt have a social media, he refused to get one because he saw it as ‘unnecessary.’

Fortunately, a new idea popped in his head. He went on to text Vivi's mom, fully well knowing that she would know where Vivi is. That is, if Vivi is hurt, but what if she wasn't and causes her mother to worry?

A loud thud noise was heard.

Terrified, Arthur closed his laptop and pushed it away quietly, climbing into the van as he looked around for a weapon of any kind.

He momentarily looked at Vivi's blanket shoved underneath the shelf, noticing large splotches of blood on it which caused him to panic slightly. It looked like someone ripped a small piece of the blanket as well.

Someone was hurt, someone big was hurt. Vivi wouldn't be able to bleed that much, right?

God, he has to focus right now. He won't be able to find out if he just sits here, letting whatever is out there find him. Gathering up what little courage he has, he picked up a wrench he found on the floor. Strangely enough, it looked like the very wrench he used to fix up the van yesterday.

Now that he was armed, he felt slightly better, especially since it seems that his glowing nature isn't obvious when the sun is out.

Hearing quiet patters of someone walking closer and closer made him clutch the wrench in his hand tighter, shaking slightly as he picked it up and–

“–What the actual fuck!” he shouted as he stared down at an arm, a literal fucking green arm without the body attached. It seemed he startled the arm slightly as well seeing as it's god damn eye stared back at him in fear.

Then it waved at him.

It fucking waved at him.

Just as he was about to swing, a voice spoke loudly inside his head.

“D'aww, come on Artie, you don't wanna hurt lil ol’ me, I'm not here to hurt ya!” Arthur was literally a second away from passing out, whether it was from fear or from the awful stench the arm had, he wasn't sure. “I tried saving you, but the damn kitsune bit me right off!”

“What?” Arthur stuttered a bit, staring intensely at the hand. What was he supposed to say to this thing? “What are you talking about?”

“Do ya really not recognize your own arm?”

It was green. There's no way in hell it could be his, but the familiar band around it's wrist told him it was definitely his.

“What– no, that's impossible,” the rocks were back inside of him, “I lost my arm in an animal attack, you– spirits can't possess detached arms.”

“Well, Artie, since you're so informed, why dontcha piece together what this could possibly mean.”

“Kitsune– you said a Kitsune bit you off, but there's no way that would make sense unless you...” as if his brain needed these few key information to get it to understand, it clicked in his head. “..you were possessing me?”

“There ya go, buddy!” It gave him a thumbs up, further creeping Arthur out even more. “It bit me off when it realized I was trying to save you!”

“Save me?” his head began to hurt, trying to remember if any of this really happened, but couldn't remember anything.

“Yeah,” It crawled up into the van, if Arthur could vomit right now he would. “Seems it did not good since you're dead. That little dog of yours? It calls itself Mystery, right? It was saving ya’ for a snack.”

This was too much to process. Mystery, their dog, was actually a Kitsune keeping him around as a snack? It was too far fetch.

Then again, he did have nightmares about Mystery as a giant creature biting off his arm so many times.

“You're lying.”

“Artie, you don't mean that, you know I'm right, but I can show you if you'd like, it can even show you how your buddy Lewis died.”

How Lewis died? It would be nice to know how he really died after all this time. Did.. Did Arthur really kill him?

He hesitated, but nodded. With a disgusted feeling in his chest, he did what the spirit asked him to do and gave it's hand a shake.

A horrible feeling entered him as he heard it laugh, oh how it laughed. His head was pounding as he let out a scream, pulling his hand away from the now empty arm and clutched a bunch of hair in both his hands, pulling at it as he tried to lessen the pain.

Flashes of images were seen in his head, flashed of the night the Mystery Skulls entered the cave and keft a man and an arm behind. Flashes of how this spirit– no, how Arthur let this demon possess him and push Lewis.

He killed Lewis.

Arthur really killed Lewis.

It was all his fault all along and he just let the very thing enter his body once again.

Part Three: Coming soon...!

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