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unwanted-house-guest · 13 hours ago

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How about this Version.

The Ring of Rage was never part of the King's Regalia. it apppeared one day and offered power, power perfectly suited to the King. he was losing the battle and there is nothing he can do about it.

how can he be king when he can't protect his people?

The king was fine but his people are dying. he can take it but he doesnt have the ability to deal with so many... and his people was dying.

How dare they kill my people! How dare they treat us power sources! as Slaves! as if their people had not worshipped us as gods

He needed more power, so he told the council of his plan. of this damnable Cursed ring that surely preyed on him for a purpose. a contigency was placed.

Ghost are powered by emotion,they are only as strong as their emotions. the lengthy war has taken a toll on them all. Tired is never a good emotion, especially for them. Tired meant fading. the King doesnt have much of a choice.

So What if the source of that emotion is from somewhere else, would it fuel to do what he must. if he gets Raw unfiltered emotion as powersource so he can destroy the bastards and their iterations in the multiverse. if they chain us once they chain us all in every iteration. I cannot let this happen no matter what.

King of the Outcasts, a Pariah, and thus himself shall cast himself to a fate worse than death to protect what he loved.

if this is what it takes, so be it.

The Red Lantern ring replaces the heart of its bearer, rendering it useless. The blood spoils, and the ring expels it from the bearer's mouth in a vomit of violent rage. A Red Lantern's veins stretch as they fill with the liquid fire of the red light, making them give into the rage and hatred in their hearts until it is all that they know, an all-consuming need for revenge and destruction, in turn taking over their minds.

Destroy this Dimension that chose to Subjugate us and eveything that can threaten our people.

Pity, the poor King. Lost to the Dark. Lost himself. forgot what what he strove to protect once vengeance was given.

I had hoped being Dead and made of ectoplasm it cant affect us. Forgive me, do what you must. Traitors!! How dare you!! all of you, I'D KILL ALL OF YOU

We'll meet again,My king. just not for a very, very long time.

So the contingency was used, they lay the poor king to an eternal slumber. no one has the heart to end the tragic king, not when the ring is at fault poisoning.

May he one day feel a great enough hope to overcome their rage, to unbind the cursed ring. for now, Sleep eternally.

periodically, they had to weaken the king by purging his ectoplasm, forcing to his weakest form. the Ectoplasm, true to the curse of the ring, is spoiled. it will corrupt everything around it just like the damned ring.

Best banish to the material plane rather keep it here where emotions takes tangible forms. at least it would stay in one place not spontanously grow legs to roam around or worse, sentience and attack. at least it will stay in a pit and people can avoid it.

a Pathway opened from our realm to the material plane. a new world. with it like a little Baby Ghost, a small spark of Hope and wonder.

Why not go out a play with the kid? see what he's made off.

The child never knowing the truth held firm. he start to believe in himself. a little bit surer. still a mess but hopeful that things will get better

Show him the worst outcome that thing DON'T get better but worse. see if he breaks.

the child Hopes to change the future, believes in a better future. despite everything he still believes. he befriends even those who harmed him the most. a little StarChild shinning even in the darkest of night.

it seems it's time to give the guards of the king's casket a vacation

In front of the once great king is a Baby Ghost, a Child full of HOPE. a natural enemy of that damnable Ring. HOPE to save his town, his people, a HOPE far stronger than anything he had seen. a child of Starlight, of Wishes, of Hope and protection.

One day, that effect of that damnable will wear off. for now, my once and future king, you should sleep it off.

the Damnable cursed ring shattered, but the effects of it still lingers. it seems i'd have to expel the built up corrupted ectoplasm, still until the only generate the healthy kind.

One day, you and the Baby ghost will end that Damnable Red Lantern corp and it's creator. for now, He will live, grow and become truly a being of hope. we have all the time in the world, after all.

It seems fragments of the cursed ring have bonded themselves to a mortal. the StarChild just happened to run into them. the only way to destroy a Red Lantern Ring is through hope or love. the problem is that the mortal itself have been burned too much and never dares to hope. the StarChild is far too emotionally hurt to fully use Hope energy for now.

It's just fragments of the ring. try True Love's Kiss. if the person it's bonded with Truly Fall in Love than it shall break the curse of the ring fragments.

it seem i forgot to mention, that Blue lantern ring of hope or star Sapphire lantern ring could work too. it seems things will be a little interesting, for a while.

The Reason for Corruption

Dpxdc prompt #5

It is a widely used headcanon in the dpxdc fandom that the lazarus pits are corrupted ectoplasm. However I have never seen anyone give an explanation for why they are corrupted past "they're runoff of the Infinite Realms." What possibly in the dpxdc fandom could be powerful and corrupt enough to taint that much ectoplasm?

The Ring of Rage

When Pariah Dark was put in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep he was sealed with the Crown of Fire, but not the Ring of Rage.

In the time between when Pariah was sealed and Vlad found the Ring of Rage in his keep there probably could have been a couple hundred years where the ring was lost in some ectoplasm.

This gives a reason for why Jason has pit rage. There's nothing more corrupting than the Ring of Rage. Rage is (quite literally) in its job description.

It also explains why the pit healed his injuries and made him physically stronger. With the Crown of Fire, the Ring of Rage gives infinite power, so on its own it should still be pretty powerful. If mixed with ectoplasm (something known to bring things back to life) it could probably do more than just bring the person to the state they were in before they died.

And with power comes corruption, which can explain why Ra's al Ghul is so enamored with the pits. While keeping him alive for hundreds of years past when he should have reasonably expired is good on its own, the power of the pits corrupting him does make sense when you think about it.

I'd also find it really funny if Danny saw Jason and is just like, "excuse me when did you get your hands on the Ring of Rage."

Like he thought that thing was sealed with Pariah and then later sealed in his own haunt. Why does this random twenty something crime lord have the Ring of Rage's power intertwined with his (not even fully formed) core.

Danny: see's residue of the ring of rage's power on jason

Danny: now correct me if i'm wrong

Danny: but that is Not Right

#dpxdc #ring of rage #Ring of rage is a Red Lantern Ring #lazarus pit

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pigfacedbitch · 19 hours ago

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Second to None

summary : you may be Percy's girlfriend, but not his first choice.

word count : 0.9k

type : imagines

pairing/s : Percy Jackson x Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson x Daughter of Hades! Reader.

warning/s: angst lol, and a little cliche. never settle for fucking less, guys.

here's my masterlist!

Note : I'm not against Percabeth, just so you know. Or Annabeth, I think she's a badass. I just thought of this and I was like "Damn, did I just hurt myself?" Blue aesthetic since the color represents sadness. It will have a Part 2.

You knew what you were signing up for when Percy Jackson asked you out.

You fell in love with him despite knowing the risks.

The constant danger, the relentless quests, the whispered rumors, the pointed stares whenever you were together— none of it was enough to scare you away. He was the great hero of Olympus, the son of Poseidon who had saved the world twice and continued to do so. Of course, people talked.

And you could handle all of it.

All of it— except one thing.

Annabeth Chase.

You were new to Camp Half-Blood, but not naïve.

You knew, the moment you agreed to be his, that you were stepping into a love story written long before you came along. You weren’t a new chapter. You were just a footnote, scribbled in the margins, fighting for space in a tale that was never yours to begin with.

Even your own brother, Nico di Angelo, had warned you. Everyone did.

They had seen Percy and Annabeth’s story unfold— the rivals turned partners, the friends turned lovers, the two who walked through literal hell together and survived. The kind of love even the gods envied.

"It will only end in heartbreak."

But you ignored them all. Because when Percy pulled you into a fierce kiss after winning a game, when he whispered sweet nothings as you lay beside him, when he held you like you were the most precious thing in the world— it was easy to pretend.

Pretend you didn’t notice the silver owl pendant he kept hidden under his shirt.

Pretend you didn’t see the way his sea-green eyes softened at the mere mention of her name.

Pretend you didn’t feel the hesitation in his touch whenever she was near, or the way he always seemed to be waiting— for something, or someone.

Forget that you were never meant to be his forever. That you were just the one keeping his heart warm until she wanted it back.

And yet, you knew Percy loved you. Maybe not in the way he loves her, maybe not in the way you deserve, but in the only way he knew how.

You never doubted your own worth before. You were the daughter of Hades, powerful in your own right, admired, desired. But with Percy, doubt bloomed inside you like a slow-growing poison.

And you loathed it.

Loving Percy Jackson is your greatest blessing. And your greatest curse.

Annabeth never tried to take him back— not outright.

She didn’t need to.

She moved like the strategist she was— calculated, deliberate, patient. Weaving herself into his life in ways you couldn’t contest.

Inside jokes only they understood.

Touches that lingered just a second too long.

Shared memories and unfinished dreams that whispered, This isn’t over.

She never crossed a line.

She never had to.

Because she was Annabeth Chase. His first love. His best friend. The one who had built a world with him long before you ever arrived.

You were the outsider.

Because Annabeth never really lost Percy.

She had simply let go.

And Percy? He had never truly moved on.

So, you waited for the inevitable. Like an inmate on death row, counting down the days.

Maybe you were still hoping. Hoping he’d look at you and finally see you, not her shadow. Hoping he’d realize that you were the one here, standing beside him, loving him— not better, but differently.

Or maybe you were just a fool who enjoyed her own suffering.

Or an addict who couldn’t let go of her drug, even as it destroyed her.

Then one night, walking through the woods, finding solace in the quiet and darkness, you heard them.

Percy and Annabeth. Sitting on a log beneath the stars, wrapped in the weight of a history you could never rewrite.

"Do you ever think of what could’ve been?" She whispered.

Your breath caught in your throat.

"All the time." Percy admitted, after a long silence. "Annabeth, you know I’ll always—"

She moved closer. Too close. Her fingers brushed against his wrist, and you felt the chill of inevitability run down your spine.

"If I asked for a second chance..." She breathed. "Would you give it?"

You braced for the pain of hearing him say yes, for the final dagger to be driven into your heart.

But he hesitated.

Perseus Jackson, who never think twice in the face of death, hesitated.

But Annabeth didn’t.

Before he could answer, she leaned in, claiming a kiss that had always been hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck like they belonged there.

"Choose me, Percy." She whispered against his lips. "You know it’s always been me. Be with me again."

You turned away before he could kiss her back.

You didn’t need to hear his answer.

You already knew it.

Shadow-traveling to your cabin, you threw a few things into a bag. Nico wasn’t there— probably off with Will— and you were grateful. You weren’t in the mood for questions.

You couldn’t stay long enough for Percy to look at you with guilt-ridden eyes and tell you what you already know.

So you left a note on his nightstand.

"I wish you and Annabeth the best. Don’t let her go this time."

Some might call you a coward for walking away.

But you didn’t care.

Percy had made his choice.

And now, you had made yours.

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myrleius · 2 days ago

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the side hustle — kozume k.

kozume k. x fujoshi fem!reader│word count: 1.2k

synopsis: Kenma finds himself supplying BL intel to his hopelessly addicted girlfriend.

notes: Had a 3 AM flashback to my high school days when my guy friends kept feeding my BL delusions just to see me lose my mind. And thus, this fic was born. Please don’t take it too seriously. Just my sleep-deprived brain doing its thing.

cw/tags: crack, fluff, established relationship

Kenma wasn’t sure when his life had turned into this.

One minute, he was living peacefully—gaming, volleyball, minding his own business. The next? He had a girlfriend. A loud, affectionate, chaotic girlfriend.

For all their differences, they just fit. Yn was all bright eyes and boundless energy, always ready with a new obsession, a wild theory, a reason to make the world more exciting than it was. Kenma was quieter, content to observe rather than chase. But with her, watching wasn’t enough. She made things feel worth engaging in.

She never dragged him along—just opened the door, left it unlocked, and smiled when he eventually wandered in. She could fill a room without suffocating it, knew when to push and when to leave things be. And even in her loudest moments, she never felt too much. Kenma didn’t think he needed that. Until he did.

But there was one tiny downside.

She was a massive BL fan.

Not just casual, oh-this-is-cute levels of obsession. No, Yn was the type to pause mid-conversation just to gasp at two guys standing within five feet of each other. The kind to turn a simple, innocent interaction into a star-crossed love story before he even had time to blink.

And somehow, he’d been roped into the madness, officially serving as her dealer, slipping her BL intel on the volleyball team while she, a hopeless addict, kept coming back for more.

He honestly didn’t get it. What was so special about imagining people who weren’t dating… dating? But then she would just light up at the smallest details, gasping dramatically like she had just uncovered a hidden treasure.

Yeah. That was probably the reason he went along with it.

Which is why, even though this was objectively ridiculous, he still let her in when she came over, already knowing what she was about to ask.

The door to his room slammed open.

Kenma barely flinched. Without looking up from his Switch, he deadpanned, “You’re late.”

Yn practically bounced at the sight of him, her eyes already gleaming with barely-contained excitement. “Were there any important developments?!”

Kenma sighed, saving his game before setting the console aside. “Close the door first.”

She kicked it shut behind her and hurried over, plopping down cross-legged on the floor. Elbows propped on his bed, hands clasped under her chin, she leaned in expectantly. “Report.”

“Lev got hit in the face with a volleyball today.”

Yn nodded sagely. “Classic.”

“Yaku patched him up while cursing him out. Lev said, ‘Wow, you’re so gentle, Senpai.’” Kenma kept his voice as flat as ever, knowing full well she was already eating this up. “Yaku kicked him.”

She squealed, grabbing his arm and shaking him. “That’s so cute!”

Kenma gave her a pointed look. “It’s assault.”

“But it’s their love language.”

He propped his elbow on his knee, using his hand to hide the smirk twitching at his lips. “Right.”

Yn’s eyes sparkled, no doubt already conjuring up an entire romantic subplot in her head. She clutched his sleeve, gaze full of manic determination. “Did he say anything else?”

Kenma pretended to think, dragging it out for maximum effect.

After a long pause, he finally said, “Lev thanked him. Then Yaku just grunted and told him to shut up.”

Yn gasped, eyes widening before slamming her hands onto the bed. “They’re definitely in love!”

Kenma snorted, shaking his head. “That’s normal, Yn.”

“No, no, no.” She scooted closer, eyes alight with conspiracy as she went full lecture mode. “Kenma, it’s the classic ‘grumpy pretends they don’t care but totally does’ dynamic. You know, the grumpy one does something nice, the soft one gets all flustered, grumpy brushes it off like it’s no big deal. But then it keeps happening, over and over, until grumpy finally snaps and is like—” She dropped her voice to a dramatic growl. “‘Why do you make me feel things?!’”

Then she flung her hands up for emphasis. “And boom—accidental love confession, the soft one melts, they kiss, and then they finally fu—”

“PG-13, Yn.”

She waved him off. “Right, right. My point is, it’s only a matter of time.”

Kenma rolled his eyes, watching as she practically glowed, completely lost in her own world. “You’re so delusional.”

Yn grinned, completely undeterred. “Oh, Kenma. My sweet, naïve, blind-to-true-love Kenma.” She patted his hand like a disappointed parent. “You just don’t have the vision. The ability to see the tension, the build-up, the inevitable.”

He stared at her, unimpressed. “Yeah, crazy how I missed the deep romance in ‘shut up, Lev.’”

Yn grabbed his shoulders and shook him slightly. “IT’S CALLED SUBTEXT!”

Kenma lets out a quiet chuckle, letting her have her moment. Arguing was pointless. She was too far gone. And, really, he didn’t mind.

She recovered quickly, but the moment her eyes flickered toward him with that mischievous glint, Kenma already knew what was coming.

“And what about you and Kuroo?” she asked, grinning.

Kenma side-eyed her. "What about us?"

She clasped her hands together, forming a finger gun before pointing it at him. “Did he ruffle your hair today? Call you cute? Maybe stare at you for too long?”

Kenma sighed. “I lost rock-paper-scissors and he took the last vanilla ice cream at the convenience store.”

Yn gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. “The betrayal.”

Kenma nodded solemnly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. It had become an ongoing joke that yn shipped him with Kuroo. Worse, Kuroo was entirely on board with it, feeding her delusions at every opportunity just to mess with him.

“I told him we were over,” Kenma said, indulging her.

She crossed her arms and nodded, looking thoroughly pleased. “Childhood best friends turned bitter exes.”

Kenma huffed out a laugh, shaking his head before reaching up to pinch her cheek. “I can’t believe I’m dating you.”

Yn beamed, her voice dripping with affection. “You love it.”

And, yeah. He did.

Kenma wasn’t sure when it had happened. When her chaos had become something he craved rather than tolerated. When her dramatics had turned from amusing to endearing. When the idea of not having her around felt... unthinkable.

She made things complicated, ridiculous. But he wouldn’t change a single thing.

Before she could say anything else, Kenma turned slightly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. No hesitation, no build-up. Just done.

She froze, her body going completely still. Kenma’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “You get excited over the dumbest things,” he murmured against her skin before pulling back.

When he met her gaze, her face was bright red, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“It’s cute.”

Yn let out a strangled noise before flopping forward, burying her face in his shoulder. He let her, wrapping his arms around her with ease.

“That was… so boyfriend of you,” she mumbled.

Kenma didn’t even blink. “I am your boyfriend.”

She groaned, clutching his hoodie tighter. “Stop. I can only take so much.”

Kenma let out a quiet chuckle, gaze flickering toward her. For all her dramatics, she really was cute.

For a moment, she stayed curled up against him, completely still. Then, without warning, she shifted slightly and grumbled, “I still don’t understand why Kuroo thinks he’s the top between you two. You give off way more top energy than he does.”

Kenma hummed in agreement. “Mm.”

A beat passed. Then, with zero hesitation, he added—

“I’d top you too.”

“WHAT?!”

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yaoi-enthusiasts · 1 day ago

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Your darling husband Kento Nanami was not happy with you today. You had always known he was a rather patient husband, so you naturally got away with little back talk, and snarky remarks. This morning you made your husband late for work, when you decided late at night to rearrange his shoes and clothes, you hadn’t realized you didn’t hang his dress shirt he wore for missions, now his laundry is wrinkled, and on the floor. Gojo now calling Kento asking him where he is at?

All through out the day, you had called him asking him common sense questions, like “What are your thoughts on white bread and wheat bread” but to you, you were seeking attention from your slowly but surely agitated husband, and seeing him getting frustrated by your actions, only fueled for you to piss him off more. Finally after the last call, Kento finally was done with your attitude. “Dear… as much as I love you, you are driving me mad.” He snaps. “Excuse me?” You ask in… once again, a tone that was not sitting well with him anymore.

“You have been picking fights with me all day, if you don’t have an emergency do not call, I am working. Fuck— Itadori-Kun, don’t touch that! Gojo-San, you fucking dumbass!” He shouts, hanging up the phone. At this point you knew, you fucked up. Your ass was grass when he got home, at this point, you fucked up so bad, you have no idea what was going to happen when that front door opened.

You paced around the living room, as 5PM hit, meaning your husband was going to be home in 17 minutes. Sitting on the couch, cuddled under a blanket, biting your nails. You see the nob turn, and keys dangling. You hear a light mutter behind the door, and a frustrated grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You think to yourself. You rushed to the bathroom, instantly turning the hot water on for a bath, knowing your husband was going to be angry with you, you were only trying to soften up the blow as much as possible. As you hear the front door slam shut, you begin to start putting some epsom salts and essential oils in the bath, something to calm him down. Your heart is racing, your skin has goosebumps. Despite lacking cursed energy, you sensed his presence the closer he got, until he was at the bathroom door, staring at you.

“Hey Ken— I drew you a bath.” You had the softest and sweetest tone, the tone of a woman begging I’m so sorry, I fucked up, I promise, please God, allah, Buddha, SAVE ME!! but no God out there was going to save you from Kento Nanami.

You watched him loosen his tie, you could see his blue shirt was still wrinkled, and he looked disheveled. “Let me take your clothes and I’ll wash and iron them.” You add lightly. Your husband has YET to say a word. You walk over to him, grabbing the tie that was bundled in his hands, and begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to take full care of your Kento. You felt his head droop down, his lips next to the shell of your ear.

“Listen to me carefully.” He says in this almost mean, seductive growl. “You’re not allowed to speak, until I say you’re allowed the speak.” He says, making your heart race even faster, “Take off your clothes and bend over the counter… now.” He growls. You look up to say something, but you knew if you did so, you might be the next thing he exercises. You look up at him, with your innocent doe eyes, pleading with him to be easy on you. But you saw clear in his eyes, tonight is about him, and him only, he will use you till his hearts content. “Now.” He says louder. You nod lightly, pulling your nightgown off, only left in your silk panties, that you hadn’t even realized were soaked in your arousal. Wtf is wrong with me? You think to yourself.

You bend over the counter, hearing your husband turn off the tub, and then come up behind you, his clothed manhood pressed against you, as he gently rubs the fat of your ass, before he lands a hard slap on it. Making your legs shake, and a yelp coming out of your lips. “HUSH!” He shouts. You close your mouth, feeling your arousal slip out of you. “Look at you, soaked. Is this what you wanted, t’ act like a fucking brat all day, for me to fuck you?” He hisses, he was beyond furious, you could feel the heat coming off his body. He peeled your underwear off, dropping it at your ankles. A moment later, you feel him push a silicone item inside your hole, your walls hugging it so perfectly. “Ah—“ you moan. Then another slap on your ass. You covered your mouth. “Fuck, Do you not listen?” You shook your head, I do listen, I do, oh my god I do. and then stifled the moan that almost escaped your mouth when you felt the vibrator turn on. “Stand there, and take it. I’m gonna take a bath.” Kento smirks to himself. “Don’t you fucking dare move or talk. I only give you permission to moan.”

Kento watched you as he sat in the bath, relaxing after a long day. He watched you as the vibrator which he controlled on a remote, made you cum over and over and over. It had been the 5th time now, you were crying in pleasure, you couldn’t speak, but your moans were confirming to him, that you were wanting to be fucked merciless. Your hearing had gone in and out, but you heard your husband step out of the bath and walk up to you. He pulled the device out of you, and quickly replaced it with his cock. Instantly slamming into you. “You little slut, you like it when I fuck you like this? You’re gonna fuckin’ take it.” He grunts, his hips were like a stallion, he slammed them forcefully and fucked you stupid. You felt him pick you up, showcasing yourself to the mirror. “Watch how I fuck your slutty cunt. Watch how I fuck the brat out of you.” He grunts in your ear, you sat there and watch your husband fuck up into you roughly, “Ken-“ you groan, feeling so overstimulated. “Shut your mouth.” he grunts, biting your shoulder. You yelped out from the bite, feeling your stomach tingle. He didn’t want to hear you, he wanted to hear nothing come out of your mouth. “I only want to hear your pussy, she listens, unlike you.” He growls, slamming faster, placing his hand on your clit, rubbing quickly. He loved the way you would clamp down on him as you were approaching an orgasm.

You blacked out after squirting all over the mirror, you woke up 10 minutes later, to you lied on your stomach, and your back arched. Kento was slamming into you still. His cock was throbbing, he had busted already, yet he needed more. “Fuck!! You make me so fucking angry. You never fucking listen.” He says as he thrust. “Kenny, I’m sorry baby. Please slow down.” You moan, feeling your walls and stomach tighten again. “I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear anything you’re saying.” He grunted, he was so entranced and addicted to your pussy that nothing you could do, could calm him the fuck down. “Please, ah- Kenny.” You whimpered, you moaned so deliciously, making his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I could fuck you forever. I don’t want to hear— hear your words, I just want to hear you cry for more.” Kento groaned, his cock was so sensitive, yet he couldn’t stop. “Ken, feels so so good. I’ll be so so good now, I just-just missed you so so much.” You moan out. “I wont ever leave you.” He moaned into your ear, as his thrust began to get sloppy, and his head next to yours. You felt him pull out, flipping you over, inserting himself back into you sopping sensitive cunt. He thrust quickly, while his hand found your clit and rubbed it quickly. “Cum, now.” He grunted, as his cock twitched and started shooting out inside of you. “Ah yes yes yes!” You chanted, cumming and squirting all over his cock. “K-kennnn, sl-slooow dooownn...” You moaned, feeling your legs spasm. You simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Water, I need water.” You groan. Your husband’s vision, finally clearing and his head less foggy. “Hmm?” He hummed as he slid out, and lied beside you, slipping off the bed to grab water. You stared at his figure, as his cock began to finally soften, and he looked thoroughly satisfied. He handed you a bottle water, and you downed it like you were dehydrated. “I’m sorry kento.” You pout. He kissed your forehead, and whispered. “I’m not done with you yet. You better get your breather in, you messed with me for 8 hours, we have 5 more hours to go.” He said, as you watched his cock swole back up. The only thought in your head— oh fuck, I reeeeeeeally fucked up.

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reignpage · 3 days ago

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HELLO AGAIN.. mwhehe.. how would you rank JJK men from the easiest to hardest to tame? get close to etc etc (i already know Gojo or Choso would be the easiest but anyway..)

(help idk how to credit this because i got it from those Chinese pins)

Choso - happy to make friends, so getting close is really easy. and if he starts developing romantic/sexual attraction towards you, he's so fascinated by the feeling he just follows you around nonstop. tamed and you didn't even have to lift a finger

Gojo - much much harder to tame than Choso but easier than everyone else. he might open his arms to you as a friend but that's only a surface level friendship for keeping up appearances of being this chill guy who has no worries. opening his heart is a different thing. you've really got to prove yourself. show your loyalty and your passion and he'll feel like you understand

Geto - if you're a non-sorcerer GET THE FUCK OUT. save yourself fr. but similar to gojo, prove yourself loyal and passionate of the cause and he'll respect you. it would take years though. a gradual build up. and once he feels like he can fully trust you, then he's all in

Nanami - doesn't want to get attached because he knows how easy it is to lose someone in his world, especially because he lowkey thinks he's cursed and it's his fault people he cares about dies. you'll have to force yourself in. make him so used to your presence he can't imagine life without you. sounds like I'm advocating love bombing but I really just mean, be your authentic self. show him how easy it is to open up, to be happy, and he'll realise he can't afford to lose any more happiness because of himself. and then bam you're married. that's how I did it.

Toji - practically impossible. man is loyal to his wife even if she's dead. it'd takes years and a lot of stability. you have to be secure. don't ever waver. even if he engages in a relationship with you, you're going to fight a lot, you're going to want to expect change from him, and the more you want, the more you push him away. but he'll always come back. it'll take time. in fact, it'll take so much time you don't even realise you've tamed him until you wake up one day and wonder how long it's been since he ran away.

Sukuna - girl bye. don't even think about it lol.

#reignpageasks

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Neeeew Concept~☆!

But I haven't abandoned my other babies! I am just Cursed™ by the cruel and fickle Idea Fairy!

A (Divine? They are unsure!) Spirit Beast SI-OC!

She wakes up. Very Shiny. Oh hey... I can float! ....kinda? Wibble wobble floaty baby. Smol mlem, tiny paws. VERY fluffy. Critically though? Very, VERY sharp teeth. Can bite through steel and stone teeth. DANGER baby.

Wherems't the FUCK am I?

Information pops into her head. Just... wasn't there... now it is? Like? SPECIFICALLY where she is. Down to the EXACT tree branch. Huh... well that's not normal. Hey, Brain Siri? The Fuck?

..........Okay, too vague. Trying again.

WHY am I here? "Reincarnation" wow. Helpful. What a ten out of ten, helpful response. She NEVER would have guessed that! Grumpy SI-OC is Grumpy. She ain't got no thumbs. Okay, WHY is she a... cat? Glowy? Antlered... wing... thing? A whatever she is! Why?

"A life well lived. This is a reward."

Hmmmm.... doubt, but okay, she guesses. Then? Something finally registers. In that long ass list? Of "Here Is The EXACT Place You Are"? She got the distinct vibe... whiff... thingy? The BRAIN THING or whatever, of her secret favorite Trash Novel! Has she been FUCKIN ISEKAI'D‽‽

"Technically, she's been reincarnated, but yes."

( ˶°-°) !! #panic

Quick! Wobble fly! Wobble fly like your LIFE DEPENDED ON IT! Her horrible, horrible, trash son might be being ABUSED! Hold on Binghe! Mama's coming! She promises! Hugs and no hell pocket dimensions for you! Therapy! Frank discussion about consent and reasonable harem sizes! AaaaaaAAAAAAA-!!!!!!

Except? Hold the phone. WHOMS'T THE FUCK? Is that DISGUSTING feeling man, deliberately trying to fuck up that child's spiritual veins? Can't he see that boy is in excruciating pain!? D:< Death from ABOOOOOVE!!! *echoing feline yowl*

Which? Is how Shen Jiu? Mere MOMENTS? Before his spiritual veins can take no more and fracture forever? Is saved. By... a flying... glowing? Kitten deer? With wings. It goes STRAIGHT for his Master's face. Draws blood. Is clearly trying to maul him to death.

And after what the man just tried to DO to him? He makes a split second decision to thrown in on the cat's side.

Except... they are a baby and a starved teenager. Against an adult Demon Cultivator. He's turning the tide. Quickly. But! SI-OC has the power of God and anime Brain Siri on her side! Is there anything she Can do? She asks. Anyone nearby who can HELP?

.....actually? Yes.

Guess who's visiting his cultivator girlfriend? Because these are public roads? And he's a fuckin Heavenly Demon with an impossibly good sense of hearing?

Tianlang-jun, Demon Emperor, Lord and undisputed master of the South... hears a tiny little voice, with a desperate and squeaky lil voice, scream for his help.

By Name.

He appears out of fuckin NOWHERE. To stomp this human like the ANT he is. Hello~ Children! You called this old man? ^-^ probably holding the fucker up by the neck as he's talking. Like? Aaaw. Look, Nephew! A feral, bite-y child! Su Xiyan would love one of those! He's just like her! *Shen Jiu, terrified but refusing to cower, tries to stab the Literal Emperor Of All Demons*

It's like a hissing baby cat.

He decides to take his New (Pet?) Human Child (no ^-^ not asking~) to Su Xiyan. Look! He rescued it! :D reward him with kisses! *shen jui slowly turns to stare incredulously at the cat that saved him* (look, she panicked okay!? They were LOSING! At least now we're alive! And no one can touch you!)

And like? By the time they get there? Shen Jiu already has like... the next 50 years of human/demon political relations planned out and is scheming to get FULL access to this man's library. Give. He WANTS it. Shen Jiu is go get Yue Qi, who's prayers while trapped in seclusion sent the cat (yeah, she completely ratted his ass out. Besides, can the PROVE she's lying?), take over the Demon court, and then have everything they could ever want. Forever.

It's adorable. Tianlang-jun thinks his scheming lil murder face is so cute! And? Aaaw~ did you poison my noodles? Precocious lil brat~☆! *obnoxious cooing noises* *shen jiu tries to stab him with his chop sticks*

But! That all stops? When Shen "I have suffered Pervs and know what they look like" Jiu gets ONE(1) look at the Palace Master talking to Su Xiyan and? *deafening mental alarms*

It's? Kinda? Obvious. When both the Spirit Beast and his lil stabby child? Break off mid-sentence to just... stare murder. Hackles raised. Only getting more murderous the longer they watch his love's "honorable elder" talk to her. Huh.... so that's NOT normal? It's something I should... look in to? Fatally perhaps?

Good to Know™

#minji's writing #Tianlang-jun #su xiyan #svsss #PIDM #si-oc #shen jiu #and his highly refined creepdar #shen qingqiu #ain't about this Creeping On Your Own Disciples bullshit

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Pregnant Draco Fics

My guilty pleasure, ngl. Tell me what other ships/tropes you’d like to see.

✨ The Guest / 59k / In consequence of an accidental spell, Harry and Draco's five-year-old daughter is sent ten years into the past, where she meets her teenaged parents. Awkwardness ensues.

✨ Essence / 87k / In his sixth year, Draco reaches for the only shard of sanity he can find, and puts his desperate faith into magic, the thing that has always set him apart as a pureblood wizard. The magic he unleashes though, is old, powerful, and maybe even more desperate than Draco himself, to leave an essence of life behind.

The little bump isn't what he needs to carry out his mission, but it might be the thing that saves him.

✨ Can’t Fight the Moonlight / 16k / "How is it possible that neither of you thought to pay attention to the moon cycle?"

"It was cloudy," Harry said. "And we were drunk. We were very, very drunk."

"This just gets better," Hermione said.

"How could you have been so stupid?"

"In my defence," Harry said, "I had no idea that I should have been paying attention to the moon cycle. I'm not going to lie, I didn't even know men could get pregnant. It's been like, one long life lesson all round."

Or: the one where Harry accidentally gets Draco pregnant, both of them fail to talk about their feelings, and in the end, there's a baby.

✨ Expectant / 62k / After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn't anticipate that it'd be just as easy to fall in love with him.

✨ In Our Blood / 37k / Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job-cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

✨ What If When He Sees Me (I Like Him And He Knows It?) / 23k / In the post-war haze, Draco and Harry spent a drunken night together. Two months later, Draco learned that he was pregnant. Harry, though, doesn't remember their night together. And so, Draco decided to keep quiet.

He didn't expect to room with Harry at Hogwarts or to grow close to him, but fate had always had a cruel sense of humour when it came to them, hadn't it?

✨ The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Fortune / 19k / If Astoria refuses to carry their child, Draco will-which is how he finds himself alone, pregnant, and a patient of Healer Potter's.

✨ The Man Who Forgot / 250k / After ten years of marriage, Harry forgets. The more things change, the more Draco Malfoy is still up to something.

✨ A Star Danced / 65k / Draco Malfoy has the world as his feet.

He's twenty-three, first pick Seeker for Puddlemere United, has brilliant friends and a life he adores.

The very last thing Draco wants is an unplanned pregnancy, especially one where the other father just so happens to be Harry Potter.

Life, however, has other plans for him.

✨ If Wishes Were Children / 14k / Harry Potter has tried to move on with his life after Draco Malfoy walked away from him months before with little or no explanation, but it's been hard. Then, on a joyous day at the Burrow, Narcissa

Malfoy makes an unexpected appearance...

✨ Remember When I Loved You / 112k / When Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts for eighth year pregnant, vile rumours start spreading like wildfire. The Daily Prophet is full of wild speculations and outrageous assertions. Professor McGonagall seems to know something, and Malfoy's firm refusal to reveal the other father simply adds more fuel to the flames.

Harry Potter is desperately curious about the identity of the father of Malfoy's child. He feels utterly dumbfounded when an ancient paternal bond activates in the Great Hall, proclaiming him as the father. And what's worse, Draco Malfoy looks just as shocked as he feels.

✨ No One Ever Told Me / 25k / Harry marries Draco to get him out of Azkaban.

Things get weird. And confusing. And then weird some more.

✨ Learn to Fly / 25k / January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers.

As far as Draco is concerned, that's how it'll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding.

Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo's, he discovers he is pregnant.

What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change?

✨ Hexed! / 34k / Harry uses the wrong hex, and Draco suffers the consequences.

✨ Luckiest Baby In The World / / "You're staring," Malfoy says.

"I'm not." Harry is. He just - he can't see it.

"You can't see it yet, Potter." Malfoy sounds miffed.

"I'm not trying to," Harry lies, finally tearing his eyes away; he looks out the window in a desperate attempt to get a single thought into his head that isn't what the fuck.

"Look," Malfoy says. "It's not like I'm telling you that you have to be a part of its life. I only-"

"How do you know it's mine?" The question is out of his mouth before

Harry can think better of it, and he immediately regrets it because of the way Malfoy's face shutters, turns cold.

✨ Once and Never Again / 40k / One morning after with his sworn enemy should be enough to warn Draco that he's going down a dangerous path.

But does he learn? Of course not. Month after month, he finds himself returning to Potter's embrace. What is wrong with him?

#harry potter #drarry #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #harco #mpreg #hpdm

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inflagrante-delicatessen · 1 day ago

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For shonen, I would recommend Fullmetal Alchemist (original 2003 series+movie before the 2009/brotherhood series. Yes people will say that the 2009 series is better but that's only because it was done after the series was completed—2003 and the manga were in production at the same time, so the mangaka advised the producers. Also there's a lot more early establishing character development moments and story beats that 09/brotherhood rushes over to spend more time on later stuff. If you watched the original shaman king vs the remake, think of the fire scene from early in the series).

Oh and for supernatural stuff, YuYu Hakusho is more monster of the week serial before the major story hits hard. YYH leans more into the shonen side

Death Note is more supernatural horror and intrigue. The music is also a banger.

These are also older series but I would also recommend Loki: Ragnarok (especially if you liked Noragami) and DNAngel.

This is a bit out of the genres, but s-CRY-ed is a favorite and I'll always sing its praises

Shoujou and slice of life: Pretear, Princess Tutu, Himawari Sketch, and Silver Spoon. The first two are shoujou fantasy, Himawari Sketch is just straight slice of life. Silver Spoon is too, but it's more seinen, but it's by the same mangaka as Fullmetal Alchemist.

Summaries below

Fullmetal Alchemist: two brothers, Edward and Alphonse Elric, have committed an ultimate alchemical taboo and now seek a way to restore their bodies. Along the way, they encounter a variety of alchemy users—and victims—that complicate their views on alchemy and endanger themselves and their loved ones.

YuYu Hakusho: a troublesome 14-year-old boy dies saving a younger kid , and as far as he's concerned, it may have been the only good thing he's done while he was alive. A shinigami tries to take him to the afterworld, but he manages to strike a bargain: he can come back to life if his soul is worthy. Supernatural events ensue afterwards. (It's been ages since I watched this so apologies.)

Death Note: a student finds a notebook that allows the holder to kill anyone in almost any way they can imagine. Naturally, people don't like this and an internationally famous and anonymous detective is brought in to stop him. (The music is a banger.)

Loki: Ragnarok: A high school girl is a supernatural phenomenon geek and investigates them in her local town. Somehow, she doesn't realize that her new friends and employer are the Norse deities Loki and Jormungandr, cast out and trapped on Earth.

DNAngel: Daisuke's family is cursed: every generation, the phantom thief Dark possesses a boy after a certain birthday. Unfortunately it's Daisuke's turn and Dark doesn't make it easy for him, immediately starting to steal valuable pieces of art from another family...

s-CRY-ed: Certain people have alters: psychically linked, powerful personas that do their bidding or enhance their abilities. Some are outlaws; some are officers tasked with bringing in the outlaws. The outlaws live in a wasteland, trying to survive; the officers live as agents in the city, enjoying the luxuries. An outlaw and an officer meet, and somehow their destinies are linked.

Pretear: Seven knights appear in front of a high school girl, claiming that she's the chosen one in this world that will prevent a great evil from destroying both her world and theirs. By transforming and binding with a knight, she's able to use elemental powers to defeat monsters that keep appearing, threatening her town and loved ones. She discovers that there's more to the knights, including a dark history... (The funny thing is that this manga has a subtitle that's like. "A fantasy retelling of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves" and like. Sure?? I can see where you're coming from but??)

Princess Tutu: Duck is a very clumsy girl normally, but extremely graceful when she's dancing—usually, which often gets her into trouble at her ballet school, meaning she often embarrasses herself in front of her crush, the aloof Mytho. When strange creatures start attacking Mytho, Duck becomes Princess Tutu to banish them, completely unknown to him. However, she has a role to play...

Himawari Sketch: Art high school students live in Himawari Apartments and bond in and out of class. (This one I haven't finished yet 😭)

Silver Spoon: A city-slicker college kid doesn't know what he wants to do with his life, so he applies to an agricultural college on a whim. While there, he learns that there's more to agriculture, farmers, and rural life than he thought, and he gains an appreciation for things—and people—he took for granted. (Hiromu Arakawa, the mangaka for this and FMA, grew up on a farm in Hokkaido, so she takes it as a point of pride. That is also why there's a lot of milk in FMA.)

Hey weebs that follow me, I've been out of anime and manga circles for some time and outside of a few titles I'm starting to run low on things to try. If I give examples of what I've liked in the past, can you give suggestions on other things that are out there?

What I've liked over the years seems to be:

Samurai genre (Kenshin, Kurogane, Sword of the Stranger)

Supernatural/Horror-lite (Descendants of Darkness, Noragami, Beyond the Boundary, Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, xxxHolic, Jujutsu Kaisen, Shaman King, Shounen Omnyouji) (preferred genre I love this shit)

Fun Shounen Things (My Hero Academy, Pokémon, Haruko no Go)

Cute Shoujo slice of life things (His and Her Circumstances, Free!, Super Gals!, Land of the Blindfolded)

#shenans #god i wish i could remember more shit i watched but that was like 20 years ago and caught briefly lol #or it doesnt fit. like wolfs rain might be a thing but also then that falls into cowboy bebop and witch hunter robin #but i never finished witch hunter robin and can't remember much of it so like. cant recommend those. blood+ i never finished either i think #but it would fit the supernatural/horror lite probably?#anyways the actual recommendations are in the post‚ im just rambling about shit I watched like 10 or 20 years ago and cant remember here lol #if i could get to my closet i might have more recs but idk how many got adapted to anime either. they are also Old and i wouldn't know #if the anime were good usually

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do you think wei wuxian and jin guangyao’s endings were fair to them? i heard someone say that more fans should be pointing out how unfair mxtx was when writing jin guangyao and his ending and how hypocritical it is for her to write the mob as being unfair and unjustified when it came to targeting and blaming wei wuxian but being fair and justified when targeting and blaming jin guangyao even though they are both character foils and so similar. i feel like it might be a misreading of their characters to say that. it is true that they are similar in a way, but i think they are also different enough that they shouldn’t have the same sort of ending. i also don’t think the mob was written as being fair and justified when they were targeting jin guangyao either

Fandom illiteracy strikes again! You’re right that mxtx never wrote the mob as “fair and justified” when targeting Jin Guangyao. She literally writes Wei Wuxian being upset that the same shit the mob was saying to justify killing him is exactly how they sound now to justify killing Jin Guangyao, who they were all kissing ass to less than 24 hours before that moment:

Amid the hall full of cheers, Wei WuXian thought, Right before today, he was still the LianFang-Zun whom everyone praises. Just a day, and everyone wants to beat him up. Suddenly, someone turned around, “Mr. Wei, Jin GuangYao has got the Tiger Seal in his hands. We’ll entrust this matter to you.” ... “Now things are looking bad for Jin GuangYao, hahahaha...” Wei WuXian immediately felt a bit speechless. The last time others praised him like this was during the Sunshot Campaign more than ten years ago. Although somebody finally inherited his position as being the enemy of the entire cultivation world, Wei WuXian didn’t feel happiness at such an end, much less any warmth from finally being accepted by everyone. He only doubted in silence, Back then, could it have been just like today? A group of people gathered up in a place, began a secret discussion, cursed everything, and finally decided to have a siege on Burial Mound?

—Chapt. 86: Loyalty, exr

The only difference is that the mob is making inferences about things Jin Guangyao actually factually did, rather than making up shit about how he was collecting virgins to rape like they did with Wei Wuxian. Jin Guangyao got the ending he deserved because he was quite literally scum of the earth, and no amount of people trash talking him after the fact is gonna redeem him from being scum of the earth. People slandering him is not the worse thing that can happen. He deserved way worse than that.

Also, the point of the mob turning so easily against Jin Guangyao who worked so hard to be the “best” of them is that we should not be trying to win the approval and a seat at the table with a cesspool of immoral idiots and assholes propped up only by the prestige of their clans and the money they extort from civilians looking to them for protection. Jin Guangyao gave up any good part of himself to fit in, just for his legacy to be ripped to shreds in less than a day, but meanwhile, Wei Wuxian who never compromised himself for the approval of the genocidal masses is loved for who he actually was and remembered kindly by people he actually did right by. Not a single person who once held genuine affection for Jin Guangyao still loves him by the end—not his sister-wife (who he kills), not Sisi who used to protect him as a child, and not Lan Xichen who threw his reputation behind his sworn brother to protect him from unnecessary hardship (and this last one was the hardest to lose because even as a hostage, Lan Xichen was still tryna find that man a way out). Siding with the mob, no matter how tempting, will only net you superficial benefits while rotting your soul, and when the mob has no use of you, they’ll turn on you to save themselves. Therefore, being a good person should always be your focus and goal.

#mdzs asks #anon #mdzs quotes

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Can we talk about Matt saying “goddam it” after he hits Frank?

I saw someone point out that even though Matt curses pretty often (in the first episode of the original series he gets told to watch his language because he cursed in confusion) he never actually takes the lords name in vain.

Now I don’t actually know if that’s true (that he never took the name in vain) but for the connection I’m wanting to make I’m going say it’s one of only a hand full of times.

So far we’ve only seen Matt fight twice since Foggy died. Both times were only after he was provoked and with both his immediate reaction after is a mix of regret and frustration.

Matt blames himself for what happened to Foggy and that’s why he gave up the mask. That’s why he is leaning so heavily into the system that he once said was broken. He doesn’t believe that what he was doing was worth the price but he also can’t see past the need for someone to operate outside the law to do what the police can’t. He put away the mask because he doesn’t see it as a way of helping people anymore. Instead he’s ignoring why he became Daredevil in the first place and trying to do everything by the book no matter the cost. (As shown with Hectors case when he outed him as the White Tiger)

Matt justified it to Hector by using his own experience giving up the mask despite the fact we all know it was a lie. We’ve seen him be his biggest hypocrite before but this was one of the moments where it was just so obvious.

With that we’ve also seen Matt give up a lot of his faith. He couldn’t even bring himself to step inside the church. At the end of season 3 we see him to some extent reconcile with his faith coming to the conclusion that he won’t ever understand Gods full plan but he believes he plays a role in a much larger thing. He no longer feels like he is cast out and forsaken by God.

After Foggy’s death though we see Matt forsake himself rather than feel as though he has been forsaken. He doesn’t let himself enter the church, instead opting to treat the courtroom as his place of worship.

Why? Because he doesn’t believe he is worth being saved. He has fallen by his own accord and though he wares the mask of being well adjusted and having processed what happened he has done everything but.

When he says “goddam it” I don’t think it was only directed towards Frank but towards himself. He only says it after he hits Frank, a physical act of retaliation that has always been linked to his “darker half”. A part of himself that he has repressed in attempts of paying penance for Foggys death and his shortcomings in protecting those he loves.

He has dammed himself because 1) he doesn’t believe he is worthy of gods love because of his failures and 2) because there was once a time where he believed he and the Devil were one in the same meaning that to condemn his time as Daredevil is again to condemn himself.

People ask why Matt took the lords name in vain if he is Catholic. I say to you it is because he doesn’t believe himself worthy of it. He damms himself because why would someone still love him after everything he’s done? How could his god love him after destroying everything good he has ever been given?

Season 3 shows us a version of Matt who thinks God abandoned him because he deemed him unworthy of redemption.

Born Again is a near perfect mirror of this by giving us a version of Matt who chooses to abandon his faith because he deems himself unworthy of redemption.

He still wares his cross, he still stands outside the church. He still believes. The only difference this time that he thinks he’s the one who can’t be saved.

(Im actually losing my mind over this show. I can’t!!)

#catholiclic guilt is Matt’s middle name #dardevil #daredevil born again #matt murdock #mathew murdock #marvel #frank castle

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On This Day in Schitt's Creek: March 19

2019

A Very Unfortunate Turn of Phrase [david/patrick, M, 648] by bigficenergy

Patrick is willing to let David win an argument, but at the cost of winding him up about something else.

Meet the Parents [david/patrick, M, 17,570] by @kelbottumbles @stargatewars

David has arranged for Patrick's parents to come to town for Patrick's surprise party. The only problem is that Patrick hasn't come out to them yet. Basically our imagining of what will happen in S05E11 'Meet the Parents'.

2020

Don't We Always Find a Way to Carry On [david & alexis, T, 4,958] by @doublel27

Johnny dropped the suit jacket and stood up, wiping his hands on his slacks. He wouldn’t look David in the eye. “Well, uhhh, you should know that she and Artie—” Dear God! David pursed his lips, sucking them between his teeth. He dipped a little, hands moving in tandem with his body. “We all know it’s not really about Artie.” A gurgle followed by a hiss signaled the water in the shower starting while David and his father stared at each other. Within a few seconds, his father started fidgeting, arranging his suit and glancing to the door. “I have some things—” David closed his eyes and threw his head back. This was how things went. Alexis was his job; she had been since the day they’d put her crib in the nursery with him. David opened his eyes, lips working overtime as he nodded, refusing to look at his father. “Yeah. Yup. Mmmhmm.” or Whenever Alexis falls apart, David is there to pick up the pieces. When things are really bad, though, he lets her wear his clothes.

keep my spirit strong, you do [david/patrick, T, 5,925, CW: eating disorders]

David has a very small, on-and-off problem. Or he used to. Patrick tries to make the burden a little lighter.

Privacy [david/patrick, G, 7,503/art] by another_Hero

artist!David gets back into old practices, joins an art community, and opens up a little

2021

Ghana [gen, G, 300] by Rosey_Peach

Honeymoon, what honeymoon?! [david/patrick, G, 1,024] by Rosey_Peach

However, things had taken a would-be-funny-if-you-weren’t-David-Rose turn of events when Patrick awoke early the day after saying goodbye to his in-laws and had a sudden and horrible thought… were they even legally married?!

Language of Love: Part 4 (Season 5) [david/patrick, NR, 404,785] by PandorasDaydream

This series (Part 4) starts before 5.01 and will meander through season 5.++++Chapter 1 starts not long after the ending of LOL: Part 3 Chapter 8. David and Patrick spend time together, working together, and navigating their relationship.

2022

[podfic] You Can Still Be Free [david/patrick, E, podfic, CW: rape/non-con, suicidal ideation] by HowOldAreWe

There were certainly prescient hints about David’s obligation to follow all commands given to him. For one, his own irritability over wanting to say no sometimes but seemingly being unable to do so. A modern-day AU in which David is cursed to follow any command he’s given, and the stark, rippling consequences of such a burden. Inspired by Ella Enchanted.

leave it all behind, and there is happiness [david/patrick, G, 1,057] by patrickbrewer

It hurts like absolute hell, knowing that she has spent at least a decade loving someone who could never love her back. Knowing that she has spent long, drunken nights alone in her apartment wondering when the hell everything would fall back into place. Knowing that she is going to have to travel home alone and come to terms with the fact that the future she thought she had all figured out is actually never going to come to fruition.

Lines [david/patrick, NR, 414] by @tyfinn

Patrick and David are in line to meet Patrick's baseball hero. David has a realization about his mother.

Wake Me Up Inside (Save Me) [david/patrick, E, 4,637] by px_papercrown

It's not often but sometimes, on special, random, not quite out-of-the-blue days, David will wake his husband in his husband's favorite way.

2023

Fall On Me, With All Your Light [david/patrick, M, 46,877] by @statueinthestonetoo

Patrick and Rachel are a married Hutterite couple who are unable to have a baby. Patrick isn’t really sure he wants one but he loves her and he cares about what she wants, so he makes a call. Then David Rose shows up at his house and everything changes. Or a story about finding love where you least expect it.

Wash Away My Sorrow [david/patrick, M, 100] by @legalgal421

It’s raining. There’s some feelings.

we should totally just STAB CAESAR! [david & twyla, G, 1,100] by @sarahlevys

"Welcome in!" Twyla waves to them both, then gestures to the chalkboard. "And a very happy Ides to you both!" She pauses, thinking, then says, "Or are the Ides of March about being sad?" Patrick's lips are twitching. David, though, is fixated on the chalkboard. "Since when do you have an Ides special?" "Since today!" OR: After Twyla learns that David loves the Ides of March, she organizes a little surprise for him with Patrick's help.

2024

Mr. Brewer, Mr. Rose [david & stevie, T, 57,893] by @colourcodedbinders

When the bell rings at exactly 8:15 am, just as it does every single day, just as it has every single one for the past three years David’s spent at this job, he can’t help but wonder how, of all the places in the world, he ended up teaching at Schitt’s Creek high school. It’s not that this is the worst job he could’ve had — quite honestly, all things considered, it’s a pretty good gig.The school is at a humble ten minute drive from his apartment, the staff is small enough that he can usually comfortably pick his courses, and David will admit, if absolutely hardpressed about it, that maybe, maybe he finds a modicum of self-satisfaction in being a tenured resident of the Schitt’s Creek High English Department. But still — 8-fucking-15 am. OR David Rose is a high school teacher. A new substitute shows up one day, and it absolutely doesn't ruffle any of his feathers at all. Not even a little. Because he's a seasoned professional.

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No fanworks for 2017 or 2018 2019: 2 fics/18,218 words 2020: 3 fanworks (2 fics, 1 fic/fanart combo)/17,756 words 2021: 3 fics/406,114 words 2022: 4 fanworks (3 fics, 1 podfic)/6,191 words 2023: 3 fics/48,077 words 2024: 1 fic/57,893 words Total: 16 fanworks (14 fics, 1 fic/art combo, 1 podfic)/554,249 words

#on this day in sc #schitt's creek #sc fanfic #sc fanworks #david rose #patrick brewer #david x patrick #patrick x david #stevie budd #twyla sands #alexis rose

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bayetea · 1 day ago

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I think that something to keep in mind about hazel is that in her first life sammy was the only person in the world who has shown her kindness. her mom was only ever nice to her when she was providing her with income. hazel is living in a society that considers her race subhuman and even members of her own community hate her because of the rumors about marie. she isn't just ostracized at school she's explicitly stated to have experienced violent bullying from other kids and yet she still protects them from being harmed by her cursed gems. she was neglected and abused by her mother and she still gives up elysium so that marie doesn't have to suffer in the afterlife. the very first time hazel retaliated against abuse was when she fought back against gaea - and her retaliation got her killed. her character is so effusively kind in a world full of hatred and injustice because she knows that she can't let herself succumb to bitterness like her mother

I think those months after her birthday when she was abducted to alaska are genuinely the absolute worst of her life specifically because she lost sammy, and his absence etched a crater-sized hole in her chest where his kindness once was. she can't get that from anyone else anymore. the alaskans don't welcome her and pluto can't reach her there and her mother is dying slowly right before her in an evil plot to destroy the world that she feels complicit in. genuinely her only option in this situation had always been to run away so that she couldn't be used as a pawn anymore, which she considered during those horrifying months but couldn't because gaea would retaliate against her mother. so hazel does what she always does: allows herself to suffer for people who have treated her poorly

and this post isn't about frank or percy but I think that this is something to contextualize as it relates to frazel and the percy&hazel dynamic. the foundation of her relationship with them is simply the mutual kindness and trust that they're able to develop in such a short time because they very quickly recognize the good inside of each other. hazel puts herself in harm's way to save frank and percy numerous times and it isn't one-sided like things were in her past life, they emphatically do the same for her as well. frank and percy show her how they care for her in ways that are so earnest and vehement (frank saying "we're not going to let you die again," percy saying "we're not letting anything happen to you", etc). as characters for whom the past is a source of conflict one way or another (hazel's blackouts and intense feelings of guilt over gaea, percy breaking down over his lost memories and getting triggered by things that conflict with his understanding of the world i.e. the evil centaurs, frank redeeming his ancestor's besmirched legacy and figuring out how to use the family gift), they readily offer kindness and understanding in the present without asking each other to suffer for it

and this is especially true of frank: by accessing hazel's blackouts and experiencing the events of her past life, he is sharing her heaviest traumas and burdens so that she doesn't have to experience them all alone. this burden-sharing is transitory; frank gives her his firewood, which is literally his life - and his life is the thing that finally grounds her. his life anchors hazel so that she doesn't get blackouts anymore (and he forfeits the weight of his heaviest burden to a person he can trust to take care of him). this thread of frank preventing hazel from being overtaken by adversaries of her past continues numerous times throughout son of neptune, most significantly when he shapeshifts for the very first time to save her from alcyoneus and when he comes up with the plan that gives hazel the chance to finally defeat her old enemy - and that's when she kisses him for the very first time. I consider this the very essence of their romance: reciprocation. it's not "you make me whole", it's "I love you and trust you to care for me as I care for you", it's "in being with you, I discover new depths within myself", it's "knowing you has given me the strength to grow"

so that's basically my favorite thing about son of neptune and I think a lot of people forget how intense the emotions in that book managed to get. it's not the most popular pjo novel but I don't think any other book in the franchise has evidenced how deeply three people who have literally just met (frank only knew her for 3 weeks pre-son) can touch each other's hearts by virtue of simply being kind to each other. like those boys LOVE hazel and think she's a wonderful person and express that repeatedly and I think that's just so sweet because she finally gets to have this in her second life. she really deserves to be cherished like that <- my longwinded way of saying that hazel was the gem all along, just like her mom finally realized in her last words before they died

#I'm literally 24 and I still cry about her sometimes like 10 years after first reading son of neptune #is it so wrong to be moved by the thought of a kind person finally being loved by others after years of suffering #I didn't say anything about nico here but like I am of course aware of their significance to each other #but the thing with that is the layer of complication in nico kind of sort of having hazel as a consolation prize when he couldnt get bianca #like whether he wants to or not (he does not) he's gratified by the chance to have a sister again to the point that he's accidentally #calling hazel bianca's name. and it makes her feel bad. he doesn't want to do that but it still happens even after 8 months of knowing her #it's just really sad for both parties. and in that sense nico's kindness to her is genuine because he loves her but it's also laden with #an arguably selfish motivation. it's interesting stuff and I don't think hoo addressed that sufficiently either #note that I don't think this works for nico's character anyway because he made peace with bianca's death in pjo and hoo #recycles his character arcs of “hung up on bianca” and “feeling like an outcast with nowhere to go” that were already #resolved in pjo. or if not resolved then certainly treated as things that would no longer be massive conflicts for his character #but it's what we got so whatever I'm working with it #hazel levesque #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa tsats #pjo character analysis #frank zhang #frazel #nico di angelo

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zablife · 2 days ago

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@brummiereader I've been looking fwd to reading this ever since we chatted about it! As promised, it destroyed me 😭 But I can't complain bc I did ask for the agony 😫 I made so many notes as I was reading, I hope it doesn't all come out an incoherent jumble of thoughts 🙈 Find a comfy chair, I have a lot say!

Ahhh, Tommy talking to his mum's portrait!!! I think I mentioned in my comments from the last chapter that I loved the ref to his reflection in her picture. I might be dwelling on something insignificant, but to me it supports the notion of being cursed to suffer.

A blood-pumping alertness that had his clenched fists straining against his rattling fingers as his eyes snapped to each flicker of noise. What a perfect ensuing description of his PTSD! He's utterly tormented and it must be terrifying to realize you can't shut off that part of your brain.

Stubbornly keeping up the facade of a man sound of mind as he pulled you with him to the front door with an unmoving face. And there's the denial I was expecting. Tommy never shows weakness, does he? Sadly, if he won't talk about it, the trauma will only manifest itself in other ways until it is addressed.

"Why would they wana be me, eh? I don't even wana be me." This is a Tommy line if ever there was one! But I have to remind myself that she knew him pre-war and is unaccustomed to this fatalistic attitude we so often see in canon.

"There she is. My girl" Tommy quietly mouthed, pulling you into his chest as his heart swelled at the smile..." My heart momentarily stopped aching at this adorable display, esp after he's said "pretty pls" 🥹 I knew it was a fleeting moment, however, so I sat and savored it before waiting for the bubble to burst. At least they had one nice day together?

"You know where I am" Sean quickly turned on his heel, confident that if things fell apart you'd return to him as a last resort and uphold your end of the unspoken deal made near a decade ago. Ugh....he is so vile 🤢 I can't even think of a clever insult here bc I'm too speechless at his cruelty.

"Tommy's paranoia plummeting to the bottom of his stomach with a gut-wrenching fear that kept every fighting soldier up at night with worry across the channel in France. Betrayal." No, no, no!!! I just want to pause this thought before it fully enters his mind, splicing in the memory of Y/n in the trench next to him. (This is both rational and possible to achieve, right?... Right, Brummie?? 😫)

"That's what you said in France...." OMG, he is remembering that night! 🤩....Wait...NO, TOMMY NOT LIKE THAT!! Don't turn this memory sour and ruin it for the rest of us who wish to fondly remember.

"Had nobody here to keep you company?" he worked his way around his unspoken accusations. He ruined it 🫤

"But a betrayal nonetheless, you ignored your reasoning behind your actions as you slid down to the wooden floorboards in tears, guilting yourself into believing that when trying to save your own back, you went behind his." Just another crack in my shattered heart, thinking of her punishing herself for something beyond her control. I want to throw my arms around her and tell her that none of this is her fault 🫂

"Tommy, come home" your whispers traveled across the barren land like a shiver down his back. This dream is giving me chills! It's also so well-written.

"you suddenly felt yourself being thrown on to your back, the cold barrel of Tommy's revolver pushed to your temple with darkened eyes lifelessly looking through you." OMG, the tension here as well as the abject fear 😰 I'm shaking at the realism. This was all so beautifully choreographed with the dream.

"I would have never..." he stood to his feet, hand motioning to and from the metal weapon on your cushion, when his guarantees of control surrendered to the harrowing truth in his aunt's eyes staring back him. Tommy realizing he has no control over this is gut wrenching. He can't protect the person he loves most when he is the enemy. I understand he feels he must shut her out to save her, but DAMN, I did not want this to happen to them!

If I were Y/n, I'm honestly not sure I'd ever recover. Not only from the trauma of being attacked, but the notion that this will be the new norm. She will need time to mourn the loss of the Tommy she used to know before attempting to make peace with the new one. I'll be off crying in a corner as she figures it out for us 😭

Sweet Dreams, Darling (Part Six)

Summary: As Tommy's hold over the torment in his mind begins to slip further from his control, Sean relays the unsettling events he witnessed the previous night. But when his sly move to put a wedge between you and Tommy, catches your soldiers eye. You are left to deal with not only his growing paranoia but a harrowing night that'll leave you scared for your safety in the arms of the man who fought to keep you safe.

Warnings: Language, angst, mutual pining, PTSD, hallucinations, depictions of war, depictions of death, suicidal thoughts.

Word Count: 4K

Authors Note: The last scene of this chapter will include a dream sequence that's highlighted in bold and italics so you can differentiate between what's part of the nightmare and what's not. Happy reading!

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" Don't say it, mum" Tommy's eyes sheepishly past those of his mother in the framed picture hanging on the landing wall with a heavy sigh of embarrassment as he beat the morning's rising sun, and made his way down the wooden stairs before the house woke to a new day.

Hands brushing through the length of his hair, he sat at the dining table with eyes absently staring at the chipped wood. Waiting with grinding teeth for the first sound of noise as the previous night's hazy events, cleared for its accompanying shame to hurl a barrage of questions at his tired mind. Was he as lost as Danny? As far gone as him?

"Tea?" Polly's voice and creaky steps saved him from the face-slapping reality of how quickly, how easily, he had fallen for his fellow soldiers chanting orders.

" I see" her brow arched at the empty glass of whiskey sat between his hands and the unenthusiastic grunt of a response sent her way as she sauntered to the copper tea pot before she too, reached for something stronger to see her through the day.

With all forms of conversation seemingly off the table, Polly settled herself into the small armchair by the fire. The days' news grasped between her fingers with an observant eye over her nephew and the battle of wills with himself he was losing against.

For just as the first morning rays of sun had begun to appear through the netted curtains of Watery Lane, so had Tommy's heightened senses, still as sharp as his last day of battle. A blood-pumping alertness that had his clenched fists straining against his rattling fingers as his eyes snapped to each flicker of noise.

" We took over a hundred pounds in winnings last month" Polly curiously watched over the printed paper in her hand for a response as Tommy's face flinched away from the shrill of a bicycle's ringing bell, pedaling past their front door. A snapping glance away from each crisp turn of the pages between her fingers. His eyes honing in on the steaming kettle, bubbling its way to its whistling finale.

" No, two hundred..." her voice petered out as she lowered the journal to her lap, watching the information that would in any other circumstance, garner her nephews immediate attention within seconds as a plan to double their intake for the next month simultaneously formulated in his mind.

Eyes glaring at the harmless threat in front of him, Tommy watched the small kettle rumble against the hob of the iron cooker as his tunneling vision blurred out every object, every buzzing noise around him with readiness for the whistling command that would send him over into enemy lines.

Forward lads! Forward!, Tommy closed his eyes, face contorting as he battled against the echoing orders that had followed him home to English soil. Battled with the shrieking hiss of the teapot muffling the sound of his aunt's voice, when another suddenly snapped him out of the sweaty panic rising on the nape of his neck.

" Ready?" you appeared with a smile at the bottom of the stairs, adjusting the pin in your hat as Tommy abruptly launched from his seat with heavy strides towards the blowing kettle, throwing it into the sink beside him.

" Tommy...?" your eyes widened as you watched his shoulders hunch over, fists clench against the tin basin with hissing teeth at the burn blistering his palm.

Frightened eyes snapping to Polly, you slowly took an apprehensive step forward when she came to stand between you and your injured soldier with a shake of her head.

Hand clutching yours, her hazel eyes deepened with dread at the premonitions she had foreseen as they settled upon her lost nephew, stood with his back to you, looking down at his trembling hand and the searing pain radiating under his reddening skin.

Clearing the knotted embarrassment from his throat, Tommy pulled his weighted coat around his shoulders. Blistering palm catching the edges of its padded lapels before darting out to his side for you to take.

"Y/N?" his voice broke through the silence as he stepped from foot to foot. Coated back to you with an unwillingness to come face to face with you and his aunt after his slipping mind had you witnessing the harrowing aftermath the war had on him.

" Please..." his voice croaked with desperation to hide the shame he felt, the urgency he had to forget the uncontrollable whispers he shared with his brothers in arms.

As his splayed fingers ushered you forward, you steadied your trembling lip, brushed back the frightened tears pooling in your eyes as you mindfully reached for his hand and the oozing burn surfacing on his palm.

Without another word, Tommy intertwined his fingers with yours in a tight grasp as he stayed unresponsive to the scorching pain searing his skin. Stubbornly keeping up the facade of a man sound of mind as he pulled you with him to the front door with an unmoving face.

With the sound of the brassy lock clicking shut, Polly lowered herself to perch on the arm of the upholstered chair as the forbading words she had once spoken taunted her with a reality far worse.

For unlike the men that had returned screaming of the horrors of war, Tommy had returned silent. A silence she feared not even you could release him from to let the screams that so desperately needed to be heard, free.

Shit.

Out onto the bustling streets of Small Heath, and away from the terraced house that weighed heavy with gloom since the three brothers return, you walked with hurried steps alongside Tommy down the streets of his childhood town. An outing suggested by him, made in the hopes of not only escaping the pressure of what needed to be addressed, but to decompress back into civilian life with the only thing he needed next to him. His peace, his reassuring comfort. You.

Hand grasped tightly within his, an internal wince for the injury he was adamant on neglecting had your stomach turn with worry as your eyes drifted up to his unwavering stare at the cobbled street ahead.

How long would he keep this up?, your gaze darted to each freckle, to the crystal specks in his eyes catching the morning sun as your heart ached for him to talk to you. Ached to see a glimpse of the man who kissed you goodbye four years ago.

" Welcome home, Mister" a young boy stood to attention with a salute. Stick rifle perched on his shoulder as his dimpled-cheeked, and muddy-kneed gang of friends looked on in awe.

" They want to be like you" you turned into his side, hand resting on his chest with pride as you ushered his attention with a nod of your head to the beaming eyes of children watching a hero in their mist.

"Why would they wana be me, eh? I don't even wana be me" Tommy's grumbling response quickly shrouded the moment as he snapped his scanning eyes away from the smiles and nods of respect sent his way.

"Tommy, don't say such things" your brow furrowed with disappointment at the qualities you saw in him, he had begun to loathe.

" They know nothing of war" he swevered through the streets of people with you in tow. His agitation for the growing bustle that came with the morning rush, felt through his tightening grip on your hand.

" They're Finn's age, Tommy. Kids. They're just kids" you winced, feeling the heat of his injury radiating against your hand as he marched you along the street at a quickened pace.

" Old men make war, so young men can die. And I've seen many kids die. They have no place playing soldier, love" his sentiments for his superiors, for the echoing words he shared with Sean had you digging your heels into the ground as you pulled your hand from his.

" Why would you say that?" your eyes bubbled with anger as Tommy hissed with a darting glance down at the burn to his hand hitting the cool January air.

" What's wrong, Tommy? This morning..." you grabbed his wrist, turning it for him to see the flakey skin scorched by his sudden outburst.

"...last night" your voice quietened as you gently cupped your palm over his, eyes drifting up to see his darting blues searching for something to say that would ward you off from digging any further.

"I'm just...I'm fucking tired, Y/N. Tired of everyone on my back, staring at me like I'm some bloody circus act, alright?" his snapping words came with instant regret, when you released his hand from yours and a lone tear fell to your cheek.

" Are they not allowed to be proud of you, Tommy? Am I not allow..." you held back your feelings of rejection, giving in to the notion that you were the cause of his sour mood for a second day running after being met with nothing but silence from him.

"Just, forget it" your eyes cast down in disappointment as you turned with a heavy sigh to leave him in the peace you believed you were hindering.

" Shit" he huffed under his breath as he brushed his fingers down his furrowed brow before spinning on his heel to the maze of alleyways that would see him back onto the main street and directly in your path.

" Hey!" he appeared from the bricked gulley of potholes with darting feet and steadying hands in front of you. " I didn't..."

" I'm going home, Tommy. So I'm no longer on your...back" you quickly interrupted, hurt feelings made clear as you wiggled yourself free of his hold.

"Fuck sake" he mumbled, tightening jaw and regretful eyes watching you walk down the cobbled street before he jogged back into the row of alleyways to catch up with you.

" Come on, love. Don't do this to me, eh?" he reappeared directly in front of your stuttering heels with persistence to make up for his blundering statement once again.

"Y/N, look at me " he blocked each of your dodging steps as his hands came up to your cheeks, lifting your face to meet the heavy guilt in his.

"I didn't mean you, darling. Never you" his voice softened as he brushed the whispers of hair from your reddened face, wetted with tears.

" Leave me alone, Tommy" you felt the past twenty-four hours of rejection come to a head as you turned your face from his pruning fingers, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

" Hey, come on" he kept you in place, battling against your swatting fingers with a heavy sigh.

" I wanted to spend the day with you. Just you and me, eh?" His hands fell to his side in surrender, dipping his head down to catch your eyes as you remained unconvinced with folded arms.

"We'll do anything you want. Shops, a walk down by the cut. Anything just to feel..." he stopped himself from saying how he really felt, from what he desperately needed from you. Normality.

"Please?" his hand brushed down your arm as you looked up through your lashes with doe eyes at the man that could talk you into anything if given the chance.

"Pretty please?" a boyish grin appeared on the corners of his lips, causing you to quickly surrender to its charm with a nod of your head as you left your worries behind for a sense of the same normalcy he craved.

"Fine" you looked up through hooded eyes with a shy smile at the playfulness you had missed, the familiarity that had your heart flutter against your chest as he settled his heavy hand on the curve of your back.

" There she is. My girl" Tommy quietly mouthed, pulling you into his chest as his heart swelled at the smile that he, not Ada, nor Polly or anyone else, had coaxed from you. A smile made just for him.

After a stroll into town, and a pop into the local shops for a basket full of life's essentials, you and Tommy headed home in high spirits. Unaware of the following footsteps of a stray lurking nearby.

" That best not be for me, love" Tommy mumbled through the cigarette perched between his lips as his eyes shot down to the silver-canned staple every soldier had begrudgingly lived of for the past four years in the small basket perched on your arm.

" I thought you might be missing it" you brow furrowed suspiciously at the tinned spam nestled within the many packets of biscuits that Tommy's sweet tooth made sure they saw their way into your woven basket without your knowledge.

"Open me up, and there'll be cans of the fucking stuff" he chuckled, sliding his hand over your waist with a stroking tickle as his eyes creased with a smile at the delightful giggles he'd wooed from you.

" Well, we can't be doing that. I need you in one piece" you rested your hand on his chest with a gentle tap, eyes beaming up at him as his fingers swept over the curves of your hips.

" Do you now?" his gaze darkened with mischievousness as his hand dipped with a smirk to cup your bum.

" Tommy..." you swatted him away as your eyes darted in a panic for any onlookers that might have witnessed his roaming hands trying to cop a feel.

" Tom!" Charlie, friend to the family and adopted uncle to all the Shelby children, appeared around the corner across the bustling road with a wave of his hand.

"Keep those naughty thoughts for when we get back home, eh? I won't be a minute" he whispered into your ear with a quick pinch to your backside before darting through the oncoming traffic for the street across the road.

" Your naughty thoughts" you corrected him with a wave of your finger as he shot you a cheeky wink over his shoulder.

Head turning to the shop window beside you, your fingers came up to your smiling lips as Tommy's returned playfulness left you both with sparks of excitement to pick up from your disastrous attempt to reconnect the previous night, when a whistle snapped you out of your daydreams.

" Lover boys back then. What's left of him that is" Sean appeared, stood with his back against a truck of goods with muddy boots unlaced around his ankles. His chosen spot of approach, hidden from the street of people on the opposite side of the bustling road. Or more importantly, hidden from said lover boy.

"What do you want, Sean?" you mumbled under your breath as you turned to see Tommy shooting you a smile from over the traffic before returning to the list of demands he'd bestowed upon his grunting uncle.

"Won't be long until he snaps too, sweetheart. These brave soldiers are dropping like flies. One, by, one. Don't be telling me you ain't seen it" he sniffed as he settled his hands into his trouser pockets, kicking a pebble across the cobbled street to the bricked building in front of him.

"Not my, Tommy!" you spat back, stepping a foot forward with arms folded in defense as your reddening cheeks betrayed you with the worry you had for the state of your returning soldiers mind.

"Really?" he smirked with enjoyment at your blushing cheeks and the lie he had unearthed as Tommys eyes looked over the steady stream of cars to see you in conversation with someone hidden from his sight.

" Saw him last night, Y/N. Falling about in the middle of the street, shouting like a fucking mad man. He's got a screw loose, darling" he tapped the side of his head, creasing eyes watching the information he'd relayed sink in.

As your eyes rimmed red with the severity of Tommy's slipping hold on his inner thoughts, he caught sight of your retreating feet from the small truck through the bustle of the road separating you.

" Y/N!" his concerns for your wellbeing and sudden change in cheery demeanour had him seeing Charlie off with a nod of his head before he swerved through the traffic to get back to you.

" You know where I am" Sean quickly turned on his heel, confident that if things fell apart you'd return to him as a last resort and uphold your end of the unspoken deal made near a decade ago.

" You alright? Who was that, eh?" Tommy jogged up to you, cupping your elbow as his squinting eyes darted down the street through the lines of people.

" Can we go?" your eyes cautiously drifted up to his, searching for the madness Sean had seen the previous night, for the flickers of unpredictability you had put down to fatigue as Tommy nodded his head with a furrowed brow.

" Here, give it to me" he took the basket from your arm, head snapping over his shoulder to see none other than Sean turning into an alleyway with a smirk glaring back at him. A teasing grin that had Tommy's paranoia plummeting to the bottom of his stomach with a gut-wrenching fear that kept every fighting soldier up at night with worry across the channel in France. Betrayal.

Back in the warmth of your shared home, you unloaded the shopping onto the large mahogany table as Tommy began to circle around you with a nagging need for answers as he shrugged off his coat.

" Hungry?" you giggled with two packets of his biscuit of choice in each hand as an orange spark of a match caught your eye.

With only a shake of his head for an answer, you turned to the cupboard draws to tidy away the pile of groceries as Tommy watched you from across the table, jaw tethering with suspicion as he thumbed over the cigarette perched between his fingers.

" Couldn't sit there and do nothing?" his paranoia finally got the better of him after the many stories of betrayal told to him about his fellow soldiers sweethearts back home in England, began to pick at his memory.

" Hm?" you hummed, tiptoeing to reach the small cabinet of silverware for a place to stash the months' worth of biscuits brought by him. Unaware of the distrust that had already embedded itself into his tired mind.

" That's what you said in France. That you couldn't just sit back in England and do nothing. No?" the turn in his voice had you slowly settle your feet down onto the wooden floorboards as you caught his piercing stare in the silver platter in front of you.

" That's what I said" you lifted your chin in agreement, turning to face him with fidgety hands brushing down the front of your dress as your eyes flickered to and from his unwavering glare.

" Had nobody here to keep you company?" he worked his way around his unspoken accusations as it became clear to you that he'd caught sight of Sean. The mere glimpse of him, enough to provoke his slipping paranoia.

" Well, I had your Aunt and Ad..."

"Always fucking running. What were you running from this time, eh?" he interrupted, unconvinced by the answer that had grated at his mind ever since the day you left the trenches of France. Unconvinced of the story you had told him that spring day in 1914 down by the canal when he quizzed you about your reasons for returning to Birmingham.

"You running from something, Y/N? Someone?" he began to stalk forward, coming to stand in front of you as your hands clutched the kitchen worktop behind you at his frightening approach.

" What are you trying to say, Tommy?" you looked up at his searching eyes, blinking through the fatigue that had him questioning your loyalty towards him.

" Nothing" his lips pursed together, weighted breath lifting from his lungs as he snapped his head away to make space for the reasoning slowly pushing through his foggy thoughts.

So tired, so fucking tired, he pinched his brow as a thumping headache rattled against his skull.

" You...you must rest, Tommy. Sleep" you watched his broad shoulders hunch over the table as his back rose with a heavy sigh.

" Tommy?" you stepped forward, gently resting your hand on his broad frame, only for your gentle approach to quickly slip from him as he turned for the stairs.

"Where you going?" your rimmed eyes followed his heavy steps up the creaky stairs, head craning around the wall waiting on a response. "Tommy?"

" Following fucking orders" he mumbled under his breath from the top of the landing before the door to his bedroom slammed shut.

"Fuck..." you slumped back against the rattling walls, head thudding against the papered concrete in frustration.

Was he right to think you had betrayed him?, you blamed yourself for your decision to withhold the pushing factor that had you fleeing into the eye of the storm. Blamed yourself for the secrets you kept from him to safeguard his heart.

But a betrayal nonetheless, you ignored your reasoning behind your actions as you slid down to the wooden floorboards in tears, guilting yourself into believing that when trying to save your own back, you went behind his.

Yes. A betrayal, indeed. But not one of the heart that Tommy's paranoia would have him believe. But one from a place of care, in hopes of saving him from another crushing weight of worry that would weigh heavy on his mind. A mind that had returned needing to be nursed back together. One that was silently screaming for help. One you would see the depths of darkness it had been plunged into that very night when all those residing on Watery Lane drifted into a peaceful slumber. All but one, that was.

"Steady lads, steady" Tommy held his rifle tightly against his chest, eyes piercing through the heavy film of smog in front of him as his lieutenant walked along the muddy path with calls for the rows of men, stood behind the lines of ladders perched up against the banks of the trench, to keep calm.

"Let it be known that any man that attempts to flee will be shot for their cowardness" the high-ranking captain's command to stand fast echoed through the bitter winter's air as Tommy's icey of breath drew from his lungs into a cloud of fog.

" Anything out there, Tom?" his fellow soldier whispered below as Tommy's creaking boots slowly stepped up the wooden railing to see a shadowy form slowly appear.

Fingers clutching tightly around the handle of his rifle, Tommy maneuvered his weapon over the muddy bank when his eyes suddenly widened in horror.

" Tommy..." your voice drifted to him, turning head searching for him as you walked barefoot through the frosty mud. Ends of your nightie embedded with ash and dirt trailing behind you.

" Y/N..." Tommy began to stir in his sleep as you lay beside him under the warmth of the padded duvet with your hands tucked close to your chest.

"Tommy, come home. Come back to me, Tommy" your voice sang across the empty field for him to reunite with you as he desperately blinked the vision of you from his straining eyes.

"Y/N, get down!" he shouted for you to take cover, startled by the gliding wings of a screeching hawk flying through the still air when the lieutenant in command pulled his reaching body from lunging over before the whistle sounded.

" 'ave you lost your fucking mind, son?! Not until my orders, understood?! he warned him by the scruff of his collar as Tommy's head darted over the bank to see an empty field, with only your voice calling his name.

"Tommy, come home" your whispers traveled across the barren land like a shiver down his back.

"Please, darling. Leave...please, leave" he slammed his eyes shut, chanting silently in prayer for your searching voice to stop, for his mind to stop the torment.

" Please..." you woke to the sound of Tommy incoherently mumbling beside you, eyes flicking behind his lids as he lay deep in sleep.

"Tommy, wake up" you turned, propping yourself onto bent elbows as you watched his face contort below you through the images playing out behind his eyes.

Eyes darting through the fog, Tommy heard the shouting orders from the enemies line preparing to push forward, break through the parting clouds as the sight of you stood vulnerable in the middle of the empty field hopelessly searching for him reappeared.

"Y/N..."

" I said stand down, soldier!" the lieutenant commanded, pulling his gun from its holster as he watched Tommy's booted heel scramble up the last step before running over into no man's land.

Helmet thrown from his head as he raced towards you, Tommy's eyes blurred with tears, face reddened with exertion when the whistle for the British army to follow echoed through the skies.

"Y/N!" he screamed your name as a peppering of bullets hit the ground, the sound of four hundred mens charging feet shook the earth below him.

" Y/N..." Tommy tossed his head from side to side as you pulled the sheets from him to see his straining body drenched in sweat.

" I'm here Tommy, wake up" you brushed his tousled hair from his eyes as a desperation arose in you to release him from his nightmares.

"I'm here, Tommy" locks of hair cascaded around your turning face as you reached your hand out for him to take when the tips of your fingers fell from each other's as a spray of bullets shot through your back. Staining your slip crimson with blood as his name left your lips, and you fell into his chest. "Tommy..."

"No, no, NO!" He fell to the floor, cradling your limp body in his arms as a silent scream, void of life, of a heart shattering into a thousand pieces stole the air from his lungs, until his eyes fell back to the heavens and a primal roar erupted from his chest into the still air.

" Tommy please, wake up!" you began to sob in a panic as you watched the colour drain from his face, his chest rise with heavy labored breaths. " Polly help!"

Brushing his fallen tears from your pailing cheeks, Tommy rocked your lifeless body in his arms as he calmly reached for his gun, pointing the barrel under the soft flesh of his chin with eyes squeezed shut when the enemy charged through the parting fog.

Manic face contorting with fury, Tommy scrambled to his feet as the unstoppable fight within him resurfaced, driving his feet forward to the approaching enemy and the lone soldier he had sought out.

Rifle pointed at Tommy's chest, the young soldier's shaky fingers slipped from the trigger as Tommy threw him to the ground in a hand-to-hand fight that saw them battling in the mud as they both strained to reach for the weapon, slowly sinking underneath the trampled sludge.

" Tommy, wake up!" you screamed, shaking his arms against the spring mattress when you suddenly felt yourself being thrown on to your back, the cold barrel of Tommy's revolver pushed to your temple with darkened eyes lifelessly looking through you.

" Tommy...Tomm..." your lungs battled for air against his heavy hand pushed into the bony flesh of your bruising chest as your strained attempts to throw him off, fought against his finger inching over the trigger.

" Thomas!" the mothering boom of Polly's voice rattled the walls as she threw open the door to see him looming over you with a gun pointed to your head.

"Pol...?" Tommy suddenly snapped himself out of the clutches of terror behind his eyes as he turned to see his aunt standing by the door.

" Put the gun down, Tommy" Polly commanded as she slowly approached, pointing to the revolver in his hand as Tommy eyes drifted underneath him to see your trembling body shaking with tears streaming you cheeks.

"Y/N..." his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening in horror at the gun pointed to your head as his hand went limp, letting the revolver slip from his fingers onto the cushion beside you.

Pulling yourself off the padded duvet with scrambling legs, you threw yourself into Polly's arms with terrified sobs.

" Darling please..." Tommy begged with reddened eyes as he reached for your trembling body, quickly recoiling to the end of the bed when you flinched away from his attempts to comfort you.

Blinking eyes drifting to the loaded gun nestled within the sheets of your bed, Tommy swallowed back the bile of fear rising in his throat as he scrambled to reassure you that things wouldn't have taken a deadly turn.

" Y/N I...I would have woken up. Darling, I would have never..." he stood to his feet, hand motioning to and from the metal weapon on your cushion, when his guarantees of control surrendered to the harrowing truth in his aunt's eyes staring back him.

Lips falling silent, Tommy turned his back to your trembling body as his heart sank to the back of his chest, hardening with a one worded order that threatened to change the course of your relationship, shutting you out and throwing you into the arms of another.

"Leave"

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