#older sister behaviour at its peak

[boysborntodie]

The Outsiders, or, as I like to call it, the older sisterification of Sodapop Curtis

[peanutpinet]

My Cure - Jung Jaehyun (vampire) x female reader (witch) | Supernatural AU

A/N: dammit Jung fluffin Jaehyun. Can you just leave me alone?! I HAVE A LIFE?! I'D LIKE TO LIVE IN PEACE?! NO?! The willpower I have to not curse or swear in Indonesian is nearly at its peak :" but in all honesty, it pains me by how much you're haunting me during this year's comeback (both Sticker and Favorite). Anyways, yes, this is another fanfic that is based off of my dream and I'm not sure if I'm going to make a pt 2 (I say as if I have a storyline in mind already :D no, I don't)

Just a lil note, the fanfic has a slight hint of the TVD/TO/Legacies universe but not much, don't worry. I won't really spoil on any of the series too much. But there is a slight spoiler for those who don't watch all of the series

Warning: supernatural, aggresive behaviour and angst (?) :"

Summary: the whole NCT 127 members got turned as vampires for almost 3 years and you were a witch with a special kind of power that is basically as powerful as Freya (the original family's long lost sister that is a very powerful witch). Throughout your time knowing the boys, you knew have always known that they were vampires since you met them irl and it wasn't until a sudden encounter with Klaus that your secret of being a witch was discovered by NCT. Because of that, you decided to push them away until recently...

Additional notes: just a reminder, when you read this and feel like I should make a pt2, I won't blame you but we'll see what happens. Brace yourself because this is going to be quite a "one-shot"

Note: (Y/F/N) = your full name

It's been nearly half a year since you decided to push them away. Since they found out what you actually were. Since they found out the relationship you had with the original vampire family. Since you made sure to stay out of their sight. 6 months of preparing the cure for them, 6 months of"wiping" your existence from them, all went down the drain within one event, in one night.

You didn't want to go back. You tried to convince Klaus to find someone else to go with him. But the thought that the boys you didn't want to see were attending the event, the thought that something might go wrong and to the point where one of the boys might get hurt or worse, it just didn't sit right with you.

So here you are, with Klaus, attending an event of one of the older vampires in South Korea, eyeing the whole room to make sure that everyone is in their place and no one is acting out or suspicious. At the same time, you kept a close eye on the 127 boys but to also stay out of their sight and only jump in should any casualty arise.

"You look tense. Relax a bit love, you're going to make it too obvious" Klaus mentioned, offering you a drink but you declined

"Easier said than done, Klaus. You and I both know how powerful some of these people are. I'm just making sure that those boys aren't getting too close with those people" you replied, keeping a close eye on the 127 boys

"Are you sure that's why you're tense? And not the fact that they might spot you or that they might even remember you?" Klaus questioned, sipping his champagne

"You always do know be the best, don't you?" you replied, making Klaus smirk

"Just like old times, huh?" Klaus mentioned, giving you a playful smile

"Yea, I suppose. It's only been what? 3 years since we last saw each other? Anyways, I have to go to the restroom for a moment, keep an eye on them and try to not kill anyone" you mentioned, starting to walk away

"No promises love. I only promise that your boys don't get kill. That's all" Klaus joked, making you smile a bit

Sure, while Klaus had a long line of horrible history, you can't help at how he has changed since you first met him back when you just discovered your powers during your junior high years and now, years later, as a grown adult, Klaus still had that playful, mischevious demeanour but ever since he had Hope, you knew how much he's willing to change. Like, he even agreed to make sure that the 127 boys wouldn't get killed is a huge leap in his character and that just gives you the sense of security that Klaus would be there for you even when you have to face the boys. Or so you thought.

After you were done with your bathroom business, you decided to take a stroll around the hotel where the event was held until you heard one of the staffs called for you, your full name to be exact. And the second you heard your full name being called by a stranger, something was definitely off.

"Ms (Y/F/N)?" a staff called out for you

"Yes. That's, that's me" you hesitantly answered, turning to see one of the hotel staff

"Oh good, I found you. Please, follow me Ms. There's someone that would like to meet you" the staff mentioned, nudging you to follow them

Knowing that Klaus didn't actually put your full name on the guest list that was attending, you now have confirmation that something was more than off. Wanting to find out who was the person that wanted to meet you, you decided to follow the staff until you both reached one of the rooms of the hotel. Following the staff into the room, you looked for the person that wanted to see you but unfortunately, there wasn't anyone in the room.

"How did you know my full name? Who was the one that told you my full name? Because, as far as I remember, my full name was never once mentioned nor writtern anywhere in this event" you sternly questioned, still observing the room you were in

"(Y/F/N). It's been a while hasn't it? I was the one that told them; well, every staff in this hotel of your full name. Afterall, we have some unfinished business, don't we?" the voice of the last person you would want to meet spoke

"Jung. Jaehyun" you stated, finally turning around, finally meeting the man you wanted to avoid from most; dressed in his black and red suit

"Leave us. And make sure that no one disturbs us" Jaehyun instructed as the staff bowed, leaving the room, locking the door

"You look nice. As always" Jaehyun complimented, a sly smirk formed on his face

"Cut the crap Jae. How did you remember me? You got backup memory somewhere in SM? In your house? A witch?" you questioned, turning away from his gaze, facing the window that faced the outskirts of the hotel

"Does it really matter? I told you that I'll find a way" Jaehyun replied, walking closer

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Jung. Anyways, if there is nothing else, I'll be on my way" you stated, walking right past Jaehyun as he gripped your arm, pulling you back and using his speed plus strength to "slam" you to the nearest wall

"Funny. Have I told you how I miss that snarky attitude of yours? But enough of that. You know damn well that we need to talk because clearly you've been avoiding it. Avoiding us. Avoiding me. There is no way that the boys, especially me, are letting you go without settling this. Besides, you and I have some personal unfiinished business" Jaehyun mentioned, grabbing your chin, making you look deep in his now glowing eyes

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"Let go off me Jaehyun; before you regret something" you growled, looking straight into his glowing eyes as he slowly let you go

"You know, the only thing that I regret was letting you go the first time" Jaehyun sighed as you walked towards the door, trying to unlock it until you realised that it was sealed with magic

"I'm not making the same mistake again" Jaehyun stated, making your shoulders drop as you sigh

"Fine. You want to talk? Let's talk then. Like how all of your are considered baby vampires but are here, in a room filled with experienced ones" you blurted, making your way to the couch and sitting down

"We were invited..." Jaehyun replied but you immediately cut him off

"Which you could've declined. You could've compelled your company to make some sort of excuse. This is a death trap Jaehyun. And here you are, keeping me here while who knows what on earth is going on out there. And let me guess, you made sure that this room is soundproof. Impressive indeed. Lucky for me, Klaus is out there, making sure that your members are fine and that there aren't any casualties happening. So, anything else you want to talk about?" you sarcastically replied

"You make it sound that being stuck in here with me, with no one disturbing nor hearing what we are talking is agony. Soju?" Jaehyun pointed out, opening a bottle of soju

"Right, I forgot that being a vampire would emphasize your emotions. Anyways, I'm good. Can't be tipsy should anything happen. Also. Just out of curiosity, how'd you get a witch? Compulsion? Your looks? Both?" you asked, eyeing Jaehyun as he took a shot of soju

"Take your guess princess. Anyways, did you come back just for this event? Or the boys?" Jaehyun asked

"I'm pretty sure you can answer that yourself. Afterall, it seems that your little witch is trying to tamper with my head" you bluntly pointed out, using your magic to put the witch down but not dead

"So? What's your next move? Disappear like last time after you make us all back to human? Make Klaus erase all of our memories of you again? Sorry, not this time princess. We're on vervain" Jaehyun replied, taking another shot

"Aww, Jae. Who said that it was Klaus that erased your memories. Heh. It was me" you stated, making Jaehyun's jaw clench, his whole body now tense

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"You're lying" Jaehyun growled, gripping the glass a bit harshly, creating a crack

"Am I? You're a vampire, aren't you? You can hear if I'm lying or not. Listen to my heartbeat. Am. I. Bluffing?" you challenged, making Jaehyun break the glass he was holding, his blood dripping onto the floor

"I mean, I am a witch afterall. Oh wait, you've only known that fact for a short amount of time. Right, I forgot you don't know how long I've been practising magic. But even so. I'll admit something to you Jaehyun. You're stronger than I imagined. I underestimated you. You managed to break my spell and remembered the memory I took away" you admitted, making Jaehyun angrier

"Why?! Why the hell would you do that?! Why take our memories?! Why take my memories?! Did everything that happen mean nothing to you?! Do you think that those memories meant nothing to any of us? To me?!" Jaehyun snapped, flipping tables and chairs, breaking some in the process

"Do you really think that you all meant nothing to me? That you're all just some idol to me?! You really think that I want to do it?! I don't. But what choice do I have? I'm doing this for all of your sake. You all have only become vampires for what? 3 years? You don't understand the supernatural world. You're all lucky to be shunned away from it, to not be involved in the internal war going around. So, I'm sorry for doing it for all of your sake. I'm sorry for wanting to protect all of you from this dangerous side of the world. I'm sorry for wanting you all out of this before any of you are actually involved" you fought back, standing up from your seat, your teared eyes facing Jaehyun's frustrated ones as he made his way right in front of you

"So you really expect us, expect me to live my life with a big missing puzzle piece?! To live with the fact we were nothing?!" Jaehyun argued, gripping your shoulders

"There was never a 'we' Jae. It would've never worked out" you replied, your tone went softer

"There you go again. Why do you always avoid me? Why do you push me away? Avoid what we have?! Are you scared? Why can't you be honest?! Huh?! Cause I sure as hell know for a fact that there is something between us" Jaehyun question, holding his frustration and tears back

"You think I don't want to believe in that something? That we had a thing?! I do, Jae!! I do!! I really do! I just can't bring myself to do so. I don't want any of you to get hurt. Especially you. I would never be able to live with myself. There are thousands, millions of people that seek you guys as a source of strength. I don't to rip that away from them. It's better this way" you admitted, tears starting to roll down both your cheeks as you let out the frustration you've been holding for months

"Better?! How is turning us back into human make anything better? Sure, we would be 'safe', we wouldn't get involved into the dark side of the supernatural world. But whose to say that being human would make anything better? You said it yourself, I'm tough. I manage to remember our memories once, I sure as hell would be able to do it even if I were human. And when that happens, then what? You're saying how you can live with yourself if we were to suffer as supernatural creatures but how am I supposed to live with myself when one day, if I get the memories back, I found out that you're suffering on your own?! We'd be back to square one (Y/N). What's the point of becoming human again when the person I care for, the person I had a thing with is suffering on their own?" Jaehyun sighed, looking down

"I'll make sure none of you remember. I, I can't risk you guys being in this world. You have no idea the price to pay in this side of the world" you sighed, your hands unconciously cupped Jaehyun's cheek, making him look at you

"Just, just stop (Y/N). Stop pushing people away. Stop pushing us away. Stop pushing me away. If it would mean that I can be with you longer, to be in this destiny with you, I'll take the price for wanting you. Without regrets, baby. Screw the cure to humanity. I love you. You're my favorite. You're my cure to this toxic of a world" Jaehyun admitted, leaning down to your height, sealing the first heated in kiss in many stormy nights to come

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A/N: yes, I actually used some of the 'FAVORITE' lyrics because, I'm just in love with the lyrics so much I even made a small pic story on my Instagram and caption made from the lyrics of the song :" Also, honestly speaking, I got no idea how I write like this and I'd like to say that it's just my inner self fighting with imaginary Jaehyun that's haunting my thoughts :" anyways, I hope that this is alright and we'll see if I do make a pt 2. Have a wonderful week everyone :)

P.S: I was actually listening to 'Favorite' whilst writing the final paragraph (Jaehyun admitting to you), oh Jaehyun....

[procrastination-queenie]

Anchor ⚓|| JHS

Pairing: Husband!au Hoseok x Wife!au reader.

Word count: 1k +

Warning: slight angst, brief mention of sex, very slight smut. Super fluffy.

Synopsis: As an artist, Hoseok came to understand that in order to appreciate art, you have to focus on the little details, and that was no different when it came to your relationship because it's a piece of art in itself. Or Hoseok reminisces on his favourite moments with you.

A/N: Edit is taken from the application Nichi, I only added a few stuff.

If you're interested to read something similar to this work for Hoseok, click here.💛

When they asked Hoseok how you both made it so far, he was at loss for words that could describe the magnitude of love, care, understanding, sacrifices, communication and patience that your relationship held. His brain displaying vivid images, a video of your memories spent together from the moment you met till the present day. No matter how he tried to conjure up words that describe the feelings he felt, he would never do it justice. 

Your soft lips planted small kisses all over his face in a silent urge to wake him up. He smiled at the feeling of your lips that you made sure to moisturise before you went to bed. His head turned lazily to capture said soft lips in an idle good morning kiss that; even though it was nothing special, yet it took his breath away. The look in your eyes every morning with the sun rays accentuating your warm eye colour made him get lost in a non-existent dreamy world of fluffy clouds and cosy feelings bubbling inside his chest. He pulled you into his arms, basking in the warm silence of the morning before you both had to get up and begin your day.

Hoseok loved how you preserved your innocence in a harsh world. You were not some kind of angel, but your insistence to teach yourself to be patient and to learn to always see the good in the bad amazed him, and he slowly found himself infected by your persistence to become a better person because as you always told him: "nobody's perfect, Hobi, but we can always aspire to become whatever is near perfect," He found himself agreeing with you; however you were the only exception. To him, you are perfect.

The child-like behaviour that took over you when you were surrounded by kids never failed to draw a big fat smile on his lips. After running around, chasing your little cousin in an attempt to try and catch him, you settled on one of the bean bags next to Hoseok as your little cousin settled in the one in front of you. His small body lied on the big bean bag, small feet kicking at your knee, eyes looking at you with mischief from underneath his heavy lashes as he suddenly burst into childish babbles, making you chuckle and start to imitate him. The action made your other cousin, his sister who was only older than him by two years, join in with your babbling. Hoseok looked at you in admiration; he felt lucky to experience such private and sweet little moments with you. That night before you departed from your family's house, your baby cousin was sound asleep in your arms, a scene that made Hoseok's heart full as his eyes engraved the memory in the back of his mind. Something that like any other couple you both dreamed of and that is to start your own family...someday.

Apologizing was never an issue to you, seeing that you grew up owning your mistakes and taking responsibility whenever it was your fault. "I am sorry," you whispered kneeling in front of Hoseok looking right into his eyes. Sincerity evident in your glistening eyes, you set your hands on his knees as you waited for his reply. Sometimes he wondered how your ego never stood in the way of you apologising. "I am sorry. I promise I won't do it again," you apologised again for the discomfort that you've caused your husband. Hoseok sighed as he hugged you in a tight embrace, he could never stay mad at you, never. "It's okay Jagiya," he kept saying, rubbing your back in soothing circles to calm your silent sobs. "I am sorry,"

"I know, Jagiya. It's okay,"

Being intimate nowadays to some young couples like you represented nothing but wild, crazy, sex. You realised how it became a non-existent competition between whose husband or boyfriend made his partner feel better whenever you hang out with your friends. When it came to you and Hoseok, you vowed to never share such intimate details; it was something about the both of you that did not concern anybody else. You both also agreed to cherish those moments like how you both held hands when you both reached your peak. Your wedding ring glistening in the soft glow of the soft light that engulfed you both, catching Hoseok's eyes, reminding him that you were his and he was yours. He adored the way your lips met his in a desperate kiss, silently telling him how much you love him. Your muffled moans, like a rare good piece of music to his ears. The way you circle your arms over his shoulders pulling him close for a few seconds before the two of you pulled apart from the heaving and sweaty embrace. This was a world of your own that no one has the right to invade its borders. Exclusive only for both of you to enjoy and experience.

Communication was also the main contributor to your relationship. Hoseok remembers during Jimin's wedding when he made a toast saying "Hobi hyung and y/n are like role models to me. The way they loved and doted on each other isn't like anything I have ever seen before." Hoseok took your hand in his, lightly squeezing it. I love you, you turned your head smiling softly at him, your smile saying I love you, too back. Your eyes searched his face with a look of adoration before you pecked his lips and settled your head on his shoulder. Jimin was right; the boys rarely witnessed any of you raising your voice in anger towards the other, instead, you would both try and talk to each other. The fact that you were aware that communication is an important element to any relationship made you stand against so many hardships that could've broken you up. "So, here's to Hobi hyung and y/n for being my favourite couple of all time," Jimin said raising his glass, making his wedding attendees burst in laughter and awes.

Life wasn't always easy on the both of you, just as there were ups, there were downs as well; nevertheless, you remained stronger than ever with each others' embrace, not just physically but also mentally. Hoseok sighed as you pulled him into your chest, tears escaping down his face. Your warm embrace was enough to put his fast heartbeats in sync with your steady ones. You didn't say anything, you didn't need to, you just pulled him into your arms ready to stand and fight against what was bothering him. Hoseok also didn't need anything else other than the reassurance of you being there for him. "Do you want to talk about it, baby?" You whispered softly, running your finger through his chestnut hair. Shaking his head, he put his head into your neck, body entangled with yours in a beautiful mess on your sofa. "I just want you to keep on holding me," he answered back. You closed your eyes for a moment, sighing. If that's what he needs then that's what you're giving him. I am right here, love you tried to put your thoughts into action by rubbing his back and running your fingers through his hair now and then. He placed a small kiss on your neck as a silent thank you.

One of the things that you loved about your relationship was sharing what you both loved to do together.

You sat between Hoseok's spread legs, his arms circling you in a tight embrace as you read a book that held a small collection of poems that you really liked. Hoseok kept on slowly placing passionate kisses along your face starting with the side of your forehead, your cheek, your jaw, till he reached your neck and nibbled lightly on your skin. "Hobi!" You whined turning to look at him. " What, love," he smiled at your pout, "please, focus," you said trying to sound serious as you turned your attention to the poem that you were reading. "Baby, I am focused," he said continuing with his distractions making you giggle as you turned your whole body into his embrace, circling your hands around his neck with the poetry book still in your grasp. He felt the cold pages that flowed with art slightly touching the back of his neck. You looked all over his face before leaning in, kissing him, softly biting his bottom lip as you slowly released it. A playful gaze underneath your lashes was displayed to him as soon as you opened your eyes. You pecked his lips one last time before turning in your original position with a smirk on your pretty features. "Focus," you said again continuing with your reading, leaving Hoseok in a complete daze. He chuckled, before pulling you closely and nestling his head beside yours as his eyes scanned the poem you were reading.

"Y/n!" Hoseok whined as you yet again made a wrong step making you both stumble and fall on the floor of the dance studio. Lately, you've been wanting to try learning tango. Something which made Hoseok not hesitate for a second and jump immediately at the chance of dragging you to his safe haven, the dance studio. You laughed at your failed attempt with Hoseok hovering over you shaking his head with a smile on his face. "I am sorry, turns out it's not as easy as it looks," you said calming down from your laughter. "Baby, it is easy you just need to pay attention," he said pulling you up with him. "Come on. Let's try again," Not a few minutes later Hoseok whined your name, again, as he pulled back from your laughing figure, pulling slightly at his hair in frustration. Your laugh echoing throughout the studio put a small smile on his face as he shook his head. "Baby, no don't be frustrated," you whined playfully running towards him, jumping to wrap your legs around him. Hoseok holding you by your thighs while your hands rested on his shoulders. He laughed at your attempt to lighten up the atmosphere as you sensed his failure to help you learn a few moves. He looked up at you, chuckling when he was faced by your excited gaze and your small smile that he knew would burst any moment into a big one any second now. You leaned in to give him a kiss to encourage him which he reciprocated with so much love. Pulling back you push yourself off him, "let's try again. I promise I'll get it right this time," you said pecking his jaw. He nodded, his eyes no longer held frustration, but determination mixed with adoration to help you learn. That's how it always has been with you and Hoseok.

Shaking his head slightly to come out of his bubble, he looked at the interviewer still incapable of describing your relationship. Maybe someday when you both grow old together, he would consider writing a book to try and convey his feelings for you because by then you both would have learned more about each other and experienced every dimension of the other. So, for now, he was satisfied with his short answer which he knew that only you and he understood that it held so much more than the simplicity of it, "I don't know, I guess that's what love does, right?" He said smiling into the camera...

[spilled-some-blood]

I Own You

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Pairing: Lawrence Gordon x Female Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst

Summary: being the sister of Mark Hoffman has landed you in the grasps of former doctor Lawrence Gordon who was your old best friend who ended up cutting off all contact. He decides to use you to get to Mark but his plan ends up backfiring

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The chaos around the building had reached its peak when you woke up. So much so, that one of the pig people had dragged you from the room, only giving you enough time to throw on some clothes and make yourself look vaguely presentable.

“What’s got your sadistic and frankly rude knickers in a twist,” you grumbled as the pig person pulled you down the stairs and through the hall, heading towards the front doors.

“No time to explain but on the bright side, you’ll finally get some action, Miss Hoffman,” the pig person replied, the answer muffled through the pig head mask as you cringed at hearing your last name, the same last name you shared with a killer on the loose. The pig person bundled you into a car and then tore off their mask, climbing into the back seat. You perked up and leant forwards, almost tumbling off the seat in your daze.

“Action? Like, being able to do stuff?” the pig person rolled their eyes and grunted in some sort of agreement. They weren’t really paying attention to you though. Instead they stared out the window frantically, craning their neck to see properly, “what are you doing? Where are we going? Why’d you need me? And what on earth are-” You were cut off by the door sliding open and Lawrence clambering in, as elegantly as he could.

“Finally!” the pig person exclaimed, revving the engine, “Where have you been?” 

Lawrence muttered something incoherent as the pig person pulled away from the house, tires screeching. You tried to hide your smile but to no avail. “What are you smirking at?” Lawrence asked as your grin had widened and you shrugged.

“Nothing, it’s just.... Is this really what happens every time you make some dramatic entrance? I didn’t think about it yesterday when you picked me up but you obviously have to arrive there and these pig henchmen, whatever they are, have to be in like position or whatever. Do you make maps so everyone knows where to stand? Also, do you write down what you are about to say? Like planning a speech or something?” Lawrence shook his head in frustration at what you said but even the pig person driving was trying hard to not smile, “actually, I just stole some of your catchphrases?” You frowned.

“Which ones?” Lawrence tapped his nose, indicating that it was secret. You rolled your eyes at his childlike behaviour and glanced out the window, noticing how the glass was tinted slightly. Private glass.

The car ride wasn’t overly long as the pig person pulled into a parking lot at the back of a building and hopped out. Lawrence did too, holding the door open for you like the gentleman he was with his cane in his other hand. You flashed him a sarcastic smile which he returned. It was only when you stood outside in a parking lot that you worked out where you were.

“What are we doing here?” you asked but neither of them answered. Instead they began walking around outside the building, leaving you to catch up. Eventually they found what they were looking for and you recognized it instantly. The glass hadn’t been mended since the window was last used as an entrance point, shards of glass still littering the ground. Seeing it there gave you a jolt of nostalgia and memories of your older sister Angelina flooded your mind along with the person that had been in this very room, but before you could dwell on it, Lawrence ushered you inside with the tap of his cane to your leg.

You shimmied through as carefully as possible, an immediate sense of deja vu. Once again you were in the room that your sister’s killer laid, the place that made your brother lose his mind and become who he is now. Part of you expected to hear Mark’s voice call out from another room. Lawrence and the pig person soon joined you but stopped you before you could exit the room.

“What?” You asked, your voice echoing a little in the space.

“You’re coming with me,” Lawrence responded as he turned to the left, checking his outfit in the mirror that hung on the wall, some blood still stains on it from Seth. He looked amazing, handsome even, but you weren’t about to say it to his face.

“I”m flattered, what do I have to do?” Lawrence opened his mouth to reply to you but was hushed by the pig person who had a finger to his lips. None of you said anything for at least a minute. When the pig person gave you a slight nod to say it was okay, you let out a deep breath that you weren’t aware you were holding. The pig person turned to Lawrence and pointed towards the doors. 

“He’s probably here by now. I’m pretty sure everyone is in their place and I imagine they know that something’s up. I suggest we hurry this up,” Lawrence sighed but nodded. gesturing for him to leave.

“You go ahead, I shouldn’t be long.”

The pig person frowned but left all the same, quietly closing the door behind him. Within moments it was just you and Lawrence in the room. Alone. You coughed loudly to break the silence that had fallen and gave Lawrence a sideways glance. He tried to smile back at you but seemed a little distracted, his fingers dancing rhythmically across his palm. You raised an eyebrow.

“For at least the eighth time of asking: what do I have to do?” Lawrence stared at you and you could tell he was chewing on the inside of his cheek. He was nervous. Nervous? Lawrence Gordon, someone who dealt with cutting off his own foot and death on a regular basis, was nervous? Fantastic.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He began abruptly, stumbling over his words. “I didn’t want to do this but… you’re bait.” His words took awhile for you to sink in but eventually you understood.

“Bait? What do you- oh no you didn’t,” going by Lawrence’s guilty look, it seemed he had, “is he here? Is Mark here?”

Silence.

And then he nodded.

“Is this what this was all about?” you seethed, your voice hissing menacingly in the cramped place, “you knew he’d come if I was here? You lured him out by telling him I’d be there?” Another nod. You snorted, chuckling darkly. You were angry at yourself. It was stupid of you to actuallyy think you could trust this man. The same person who cut off all contact with you for several years ago and then became a psychopath that works for an even bigger psychopath.

“Is this all I am to you then?” you asked bitterly, not trying to hide the disappointment in your voice, “a trap? Bait? Something to entertain you whilst you waited for the right moment to fool my brother? Did I really mean that little to you?”

You barely managed to get the words out when you were spun around, pinned against the wall as Lawrence hovered only inches from your face. You gulped. His eyes were blazing but it was difficult to tell what his emotions were. Anger was there certainly, along with the guilt but there was something else. Something else you weren’t sure you wanted to think about.

“Don’t ever think that you are unimportant ever again. You mean so much to me and I couldn’t bear if something happened to you.” There was something in his voice that made you believe him and tell you that he was telling the truth. However, there was still a small part of him that had you believing this was all another lie.

You shrugged, “why should I mean anything to you?”

With a growl, Lawrence’s lips were on yours in an instant, not allowing you a chance to work out what was happening. The kiss was passionate and you’d never experienced anything like it before. You pulled back to breathe, staring at him gobsmacked. Lawrence was grinning from ear to ear but still looking a little flustered.

“What was that?” you asked as you gathered your thoughts, still trying to comprehend what had just happened. 

Lawrence smirked and grabbed a hold of your hand, tugging you towards the door, pushing it open with his cane, “no accident. No come on, Robert will be wondering where we’ve got to.”

You had allowed him to lead you out of the room and down a few corridors, soon arriving at a huge open space. Mark was standing there on the other side of the room. His eyes widened when he saw you. He frowned, noticing Lawrence beside you. His jaw clenched and his eyes grew cold as he directed his attention to the former doctor.

“Lawrence,” his tone was sharp as ice and in all honesty, it scared you. You knew Mark could be frightening if he wanted to, that’s why you found so many similarities between him and Lawrence.

“Mark,” Lawrence said in a sing-song voice, mocking your brother.

“Do you have what I want?” You raised an eyebrow at Mark’s statement but didn’t comment. You knew better than to speak up during one of these stand offs.

“That depends,” Mark’s gaze went to you for a second before moving back to Lawrence.

“Do we get back what we want?” You glanced up at Lawrence and watched his cold stare harden, almost daring Mark to challenge him. Eventually Lawrence ended the staring match by dropping his gaze and shrugging, kicking his shoe against the tiled floor.

“How about we ask Y/N?” Mark questioned. Lawrence gave your hand a squeeze and for the first time since you entered the room, you remembered your hand was still in Lawrence’s firm grip. It explained Mark’s attitude that was much sharper than usual. Although that was also probably due to the fact that he was facing the man who had taken his only other sister away.

“So Y/N, what’s it to be?” Lawrence asked you, the words rolling off his tongue with ease. These same words pierced your ears and sliced down. He was making you choose. And the worst part was, it didn’t seem to matter to you. You lifted your head and bravely met the stare from your brother.

“I’m sorry Mark. But I’m staying with Lawrence. For the first time since Angelina’s death, I finally feel alive. And I don’t want that feeling to stop,” you could almost sense Lawrence’s proud smile that was no doubt largely present on his face. A grin broke out across your own and you faced your crush.

The moment was interrupted with a cry of alarm from Robert who was wearing his pig mask beside you and Lawrence.

“Mark no!” you twisted back around just in time to see Mark whipping a gun out from his jacket. His eyes glinted menacingly as he trained the barrel on Lawrence.

And fired.

The bang was deafening. Someone screamed. Someone moved forwards. 

Someone fell.

You. You had screamed.

You. You had moved.

You. You were falling.

Stars swum before you as shaking hands held you close, hugging your head to their chest. Your vision cleared for a few seconds and you could see it was Lawrence. His face peered down at you worriedly as he yelled out for someone. Maybe Robert. Maybe it didn’t matter.

You reached a hand out to him, trying to speak but instead blood dribbled from your lips, trickling down on the white tiles below. Your eyes drifted to where Mark was still standing, the gun in his hands trembling. His eyes were wide with fright at the sight before him before he threw the gun and ran off.

Lawrence cried as he tried to apply pressure to the wound and stop the bleeding. Pain seared through you and he pressed down on your stomach. Even you could tell it was no use. His frantic presses stopped as he pulled his hands away noticing his hands were coated in blood. Your blood. You were going to die.

Lawrence was muttering something above you, trying to keep you awake. But you both knew there was no point. Footsteps sounded loudly on against the floor. Too loud. A voice yelled your name. It sounded a lot like Robert.

You stared at Lawrence, a wobbly smile on your face.

“Sorry.” You wheezed, each breath stabbing your lungs painfully, “but I couldn’t bear to see you die.” A single tear rolled from Lawrence’s eye and down his cheek before falling from his face. It landed with a small plop against your lips, “hey Lawrence?”

“Yes?” He asked, with an easily detectable tremor in his voice. With a shaky hand, you gestured for him to lean down/ He did so and you leant up so that your lips were next to his ear.

“Remember. I’m gonna haunt your ass.”

He laughed dryly and sat up again, moving your head to a more comfortable position. “This isn’t a time to joke,” you tried to shrug but just ended up coughing again, your vision wavering a little.

“It doesn’t matter.”

There was a pause as you tried to focus on staying awake but it was increasingly more difficult.

“Hey Y/N,” Lawrence said after a minute or two.

“Yeah?” He leant down once more, lips briefly brushing yours.

“I own you.”

You smiled contentedly and relaxed further into his arms, finally allowing yourself to succumb to the pull of darkness.

“Good.”

And then you could no longer hear voices, as you let yourself slip away. The darkness pulled you deeper until you could no longer feel the pain from the bullet wound. The slight smile was still present on your face when Lawrence quietly closed your eyes and wiped the blood away from your chin.

“Good.”

[floraluniversal]

My main muse, Stephanie, is a pretty interesting character, but the character I tend to overlook in art and writing is Celeste. Thus, I decided to dedicate an entire post to Celeste and why she's actually one of my most tragic characters.

(Warning: Very long and also I guess there is one description that could be considered gory?)

What is Celeste's story?

Celeste is the oldest of the three Rikka sisters and is way older than the other two, she is 6 years older than Ember and 12 years older than Stephanie. While her sisters only know her as the beloved prodigy wonderchild, she definitely did not start off that way. There is no way a young child can meet the expectations of the Rikka family, she was simply too weak and her powers took two years longer than usual to develop, so she recieved abuse from her mother, just like her other two siblings.

When she was 8, the girl finally developed her magic, turning out to be a spiritual elemental. Spirituum is a very rare element and it's incredibly difficult to master. She finally had magic, but that did not help her get any appreciation from her mother. As she was learning her element, Celeste noticed a tall ghostly figure following her and as she got stronger, that figure became a fully recognizable person. It was her soul ancestor (a person who had the same soul as her at one point and was forced to reincarnate to fulfill their destiny), her name was Aanga and she claimed to be a Rikka woman too, however, Celeste could not find her in the well kept family tree, though she decided to look past that. Aanga gave the little girl an offer, she would enter her body and train her during practice to properly become strong, no strings attached. Desiring the love of her mother, Celeste immediately took the offer and slowly became the prodigy everyone knew her as.

It didn't take very long for her mother to start favoring her over her two other children and it didn't take long for Celeste to be offered her military training 5 years early, leaving home to study under the king's army men at only 13 years old. At this time she didn't get to see her sisters much, but when she did, she made sure to secretely help them with their chores and work loads as well as their training, so they could spend time together as actual sisters. Everyone loved her, she was seen as a very kind individual, despite kindness not being a trait the Rikka family desires.

The trouble began when she had to return home after finishing her training, having to wait to turn 21 to join the king's army. All of a sudden, Aanga has begun taking control of her body outside the training and combat. It was difficult for her to push Aanga out, because without her, she was a lot weaker. With their agreement guaranteeing her mother's love, Celeste did not tell Aanga off, out of fear that she would back out of the deal.

Eventually, Stephanie got her powers at 6 year old and was nearly murdered by the people from her village with her mother at the lead. Celeste heard spiritual cries for help, following them, she discovered both of her sisters in a forest, hiding from the rampaging mob going after Stephanie. And while Stephanie's body miraculously activated the healing reflex (despite her being rather young for that) and saved her, Celeste knew this wasn't over. Her sister was a universal, they all had to run.

The three sisters ran, spending two whole years on the run and settling in another world (ours) that is connected to theirs. (All worlds and universes exist on the same mortal plane and there are tiny spots where two world overlap, this is where you can create a portal to safely pass through). At this point, Aanga seemed pretty aggitated by Celeste's decisions. The spirit was constantly hurling abuse that no one else would be able to hear, slowly breaking down Celeste's mental state. And once the agitation reached its peak, it became clear that there were strings attached to their deal, that Aanga had a certain plan with Celeste's body. With Celeste's mental state at its lowest, Aanga was able to enter Celeste's body through her left eyeball with the intention of taking it for herself. Celeste never even had a chance, she tried to fight, but her posseser was far too strong for her to remove her with magic... There was only one way.

The young woman dug into her eyesocket with her fingers and with great difficulty, sliced off the optic nerve, then she tore the eyeball out of her head. This caused great damage, losing her eye as well as causing great pain and bad magical burns on her face, and the worst thing of all was... That she did it far too late. The pain of her tearing her eyeball out of her face was the only thing she could feel as Aanga pushed out her spirit out of its own body. With them both being the rare case of a spirit and the possessed having the same eye colour, Aanga was able to become Celeste with little difficulty. Everyone attributed her different behaviour to the trauma caused by her physical exorcism.

Now Celeste is a spirit floating around her own body, being forced to watch every single thing Aanga does to hurt her sisters, all those painful decisions and horrible acts. She can feel all the pain her body goes through, while Aanga is painlessly continuing on. Celeste will never again be able to reach her magic and reclaim her body, living in the pain of being a silent observer to all the tragedies.

So, why did Aanga do it?

As Aanga told Celeste, she truly was a Rikka woman, a truly remarkable one who lived nearly a thousand years before her. She had three sisters as well as a twin named Corvenia (both twins in the faunal element, being able to create animals with magic, speak to animals as well as turn into a single animal ). While very strong, poor Corvenia was the most disliked of the four siblings for her kindness, deep curiosity and the desire to be with nature and to create, but Aanga was powerful and merciless, even from a young age. She was allowed to start her military training at 14, far before her other sisters. All this prodigy talk and early training truly turned Aanga into an ego monster, so when Aanga became the king's general at 19 years old, all of this success has fed into her already existent narcissism. Why should she serve this old fool? She could easily take him and his army... Wouldn't she make for a stronger monarch and form a stronger world?

Aanga has set a plan into motion. A fail safe of sorts. Using her twin sister's better knowledge of their element, they both had built a great dragon body together. Corvenia did not know of her sister's intention, but having so much love and admiration for her, she was happy to help. Thus Aanga began her take over, she easily took over the capital and killed the king, but once the news spread, all the Rikka family members (all her sisters, mother, even aunts and cousins) came after her with a small army of their own. It was a tough battle, but they had managed to win and kill Aanga. Or so they thought.

The purpose of the great dragon was now obvious to everyone, as Aanga had brought her spirit into the lifeless body, taking on a second life with a vengence. She attacked the already very weakened warriors. Fearing damage to nearby villages, they trapped her and themselves in a protective bubble and the battle continued.

It seemed like the family's luck had ran out, as the warriors were falling one by one, either killed by Aanga, or dying from pure exhaustion. Only three people were left. Corvenia and her two sisters. The battle seemed hopeless until Corvenia's arm was chopped off by Aanga's attacks. The two sisters screamed at her to leave, opening a small hole in the bubble for her. They screamed at her and insulted her for being useless, that this is all her fault, because she helped Aanga. Corvenia, stressed and fully knowing that she won't make it to a healer in time, have had enough of everyone always putting her down. She was full of magic, as her family didn't allow her to fight much out of pure hatred for her. Using her last minutes, Corvenia fully charged at the great dragon, changing herself into her raven form to fly up high enough to attack. As she flew high enough above the dragon, she changed herself back and used her only remaining arm to charge a desperate final pure magic attack (no elemental energy channeled), putting every single bit of magic she had, blowback be damned.

The attack worked. Corvenia managed to burn off the dragon's head, killing it instantly, but this resulted in her completely burning off her remaining arm. The woman toppled to the ground, knowing she had redeemed herself and won. Surprisingly, the fall wasn't what had killed her, it was blood loss. She laid there, completely motionless, but still aware, as her sisters rushed over to her, surprised that she actually won! However, this surprise immediately turned into opportunism. As Corvenia drifted off into the great beyond, the two sisters have made a horrible decision: They were to take credit for Corvenia's victory and make her out to be Aanga's accomplice. Corvenia died feeling betrayed, hurt and angry.

The two faunal twin sisters were erased from the family tree, so no one could tie them to the attack years later, and Corvenia's body was disposed off in a swamp, not even getting a proper burial, as she was erased from history.

With both Aanga's and Corvenia's fate being victory without death, they were both doomed to reincarnate. Corvenia only reincarnated once (Stephanie), but Aanga had inhabited hundreds of bodies before Celeste. When a person reincarnates into someone with a different element, that person is then able to easily relearn their old element, making them bi-elemental. Realising that now in death, her potential is higher than a simple kingdom, Aanga had taken up a new goal: She wasn't going to replace the king, she was going to kill and replace the goddesses and reshape the world to her wishes.

Celeste only happened to have the final element she needed, so Aanga shaped her herself to be the perfect fighter. The circumstances were perfect, she could use Celeste's possessing dagger to easily relearn all the elements. She could possess Stephanie by stabbing her with the dagger and practice all of them through her with ease. Aanga had essentially made herself a universal and she is not a force to be messed with. It's only a matter of time and practice until she puts her plan back into action.

Final thoughts:

I am not the best writer of all time, but I feel like the story of Celeste/Stephanie and Aanga/Corvenia is an interesting one! I really like this reincarnation incredibly slow burn plan. With both sisters having destinies that contradict one another, the only way to put a stop to it for good is to shatter the other's soul... But can Stephanie really push herself to do that to her sister? Would it be killing Celeste? Or would it be saving Celeste? All the poor girl wanted was to be loved by her horrible mother... And that lead her to lose control of herself for 20 years and die the most terrifying death imaginable. :C

This one was a real long one. If anyone who reads this (please do, I spent a lot of time writing this post) has any thoughts on Celeste, I'd love to hear them! You can comment on the post or shoot me a DM

[haddonfieldhalloween]

some happy Myers family au headcanons

because I have a weak spot for this and I can’t draw atm my first time writing out my headcanons and working up the guts to post them, hooray me

Laurie is referred to as Cynthia in this since that is her given name in the sibling timeline

Judith' birth is more or less an accident and not at all planned, Peter and Edith Myers were married, sure but hadn't settled in a nice house of their own yet, and weren’t even close to thinking about children (they are in their early twenties after all and living in a small, cheap flat, too many problems of their own to take care of a baby)

they live there for a while after Judith’s birth, because money is hard to come by but they start to eye nice neighbourhoods for the future (Edith really wants to move into a place where everyone knows one another, houses in a row, calm and secure streets)

Judith is a loud baby, she wails when she wants to be picked up and she giggles and giggles when her father hides and reveals his face to her

Edith always feels she's happier with having a child than Peter is, which is not to say that he doesn’t love Judith, but he's gone a lot to work and when he comes home he's often too exhausted to spend time with his daughter

Judith grows up just a little lonely and for a while she wishes, desperately for a sibling

It takes 10 years until Peter and Edith have another child and now they are in their 30s, settled in their jobs and in all honesty, this is probably the time they should've had Judith

They move to Haddonfield before Michael is born and it's all bits the small community that Edith imagined when Judith was born

On the day of Michaels birth, Peter is late. Judith (10 years old with springing blond curls and terribly excited to meet her sibling) calls for him all over the house before she finds him in what is to be Michaels room, setting up a crib he build in the hours he has after his job (He never knew he was a crafty person, but they still have to buy a proper bed in the end, mainly because Michael grows incredibly fast)

Peter and Edith feared Michael to be just as loud as Judith had been so Edith worries terribly when Michael does not make a sound when he’s born He's a very quiet baby, the doctors reassure them that their child is perfectly healthy but Edith catches herself waiting for Michael to cry (he doesn't, not when he falls and scrapes his knees, not when he's refused a piece of candy after dinner, he remains oddly quiet)

Michael doesn't talk a lot, he can but he doesn't, something that does not change all through his life

When Michael is 4, Edith is pregnant again. He doesn't really understand what's going on but he observes carefully and when his Mother holds Laurie (Cynthia, tiny and cooing softly, not a worry in the world), he gets on his tiptoes to see her better

Michael loves his sister right from when she's born and Cynthia will always be the most important to him out of the family (much to Judith’s dismay later in life. she jokes about it and talks it away with the large age difference between her and the others, but she envies their odd but close bond)

Edith and Peter work quite a lot so until Judith is 16 they hire a nanny to take care of their children when they are gone. It happens a little less in Cynthia’s first year after being born but they start working normally again when she turns 2

Judith has a lot better things to do than watch over her 6 year old brother and her baby sister, she’s thinking about her boyfriend, her two best friends, the new film in the cinema and that one set of paint she saw in the store the other day that would be so nice to work with if only her allowance would be a little bigger It’s a lot lot so find more under the read more (because I do not want people to have to scroll past such a long post when they look through the tags)

she's the first to be annoyed by it and try to get something out of it but her parents won't have any of it, it's her duty as the eldest after all

Michael feels like she neglects them when she is on the phone with her boyfriend the entire evening rather than reading a story to Cynthia or watching over him

If she'd at least leave the living room he could watch TV, he’s seen snippets of a horror movie when his father was changing channels one Saturday and has been wanting to get more of that ever since

It doesn't change until one evening, it’s a Halloween night, Michael stands in front of her, in a costume, refusing to take the mask that came with it off, holding out the bag he's dug up from one of the kitchen cabinets, silent demand she go trick or treating with him Judith is ready to tell him off but her boyfriend is quicker and he makes fun of Michael, Judith's weird, crazy little brother. She doesn't let that stand, she's the only one allowed to be annoyed by her siblings, and no one's going to get away saying something like this Her boyfriend doesn't return after that night, only once attempting to pass her a note in class that she ripped apart right away A bit out of spite and in part to make Michael happy, she takes him out that night. With Cynthia in one arm (she debated leaving her at home, after all Halloween isn't the holiday for a baby, but she also can't leave a 2-year-old alone, what if a murderer gets into their house) and Michael trailing along at her side, they walk the neighbourhood. Much to Judith' surprise, Cynthia coos happily and points at all the funky costumes that people dressed up in, seemingly enjoying herself quite a bit. In one yard, Michael finds one of those fake skeletons and rips of its boney hand (Judith is torn between laughing at the sight of a small clown stealing a plastic hand and telling him not to, it's theft after all) She doesn't really understand why he did such a thing until he gives the hand to Cynthia, who plays with the fingers, childish glee and interest written over her face Their parents find them late that night on the couch, all asleep. Judith in the middle with Michael leaned at her side, candy wrapping on his lap and a full bag of sweets to his feet, and Cynthia on her chest, drooling on Judith' shirt, holding a skeleton hand by the middle finger.

as they grow up and Michael is in school longer, it becomes evident that he doesn't care to make friends, he rather spends his breaks alone than engage with the other children

he isn't stupid, quite the contrary, his teachers attest to the fact that if only he would raise his hand more and participate in class, his grades were to show how talented he truly was

his best subjects are biology and art and these are the classes for which he actually works

Cynthia on the other hand loves learning, she’s way ahead of her classmates and sometimes she peaks into Michaels school books and falls asleep over text that Michael most likely never had even looked at

he just can't be bothered with a lot of things

he likes art however and its one of the things he and Judith have in common, even if their subjects are different (she likes landscapes, impressionism and Michael well...he makes these inexplainable drawings, often dark looking. And he likes making Masks)

Masks are one of Michaels odd little fascinations, earlier in his life he would demand Halloween costumes that came with them but soon enough those masks weren't good enough anymore. They just looked too cheap, or too boring or just not scary enough. So he went to make his own. The first ones were crude, paper mâché and painted with colours stolen from Judith (she grew terribly mad when she saw he’d used her expensive paint for this). But over time they became more and more complex and well crafted Sometimes he would put some on (he has his favourites, particularly one painted white, almost humanly shaped face with dark hair) and simply lay in bed, looking at the ceiling through the eyeholes

Another one of Michaels favourite pastimes became walking the neighbourhood out at night. He never did anything in particular or went any special location. He'd just go outside after nightfall, when most everyone was inside already and wander the streets of Haddonfield. Sometimes he'd stop by a well-lit window and stand just a few seconds watching the people inside, having dinner or sitting on the couch together.

Judith has moved out at age 22, to the city, she's never been too much of a small-town kind of girl, but she comes over almost every weekend It's not like their parents are up to anything special, they don't spend too much time with their children really but Judith likes to sit with Cynthia as she paints her nails and tells her about whatever it is she's learned last in school She can handle Michael better now that she's older, she feels like she understands him better now, even though she feels no one really understand Michael, not even Michael himself They don't do a lot of talking, most of the time she brings a painting she' working on and they sit in Michaels room in silence, both doing art

Michael is just as blond as his sisters when he is young, just as his mother once was, but he's the first one to go brown (Judith follows very slowly, her hair darkens more and more the older she gets)

He's also the tallest in the family, easily (his father claims it because Michaels grandfather was very tall as well). Early on in puberty he simply started growing more and more until at age 15 he had outgrown even his father

Michael doesn't explain himself, it’s a big part of who is: He never feels like other people have to understand why he acts a certain way. He does what he feels is right, what he wants to do and others are presented with his choices, to take them or leave them but never to understand, not by his explanation at least. After years of that, his family has gotten used to it, and accepted it for the most part.

his parents used to take him to therapists, they always felt his behaviour was a little off, but they had given up on it after a while, because Michael had refused to speak to the doctors, often not even allowing to be taken to see them For the most part they meet him once and suggest more sessions to Edith (she takes him every time, Peter has given up after the 3rd therapist), but nothing comes of it Even if Michael is dragged to another session, they cannot get anything out of him. It's hardly any use if your child does not want to be treated, Edith would hear a lot She thinks these people are all idiots but she is overwhelmed by exhaustion and worry until her husbands’ words get to her and she stops making new appointments

that is until Dr. Samuel Loomis comes into the picture Until this day everyone is convinced it's been Cynthia who finally convinced Michael to go by his own will. It's a rocky relationship for sure, Michael is 16 when they first meet and his parents had no knowledge of Michaels visit to the man, Cynthia dragging his hand Loomis is confused alright, at the sight of it but he can't well refuse to see Michael when his sister continuously shakes her head at him telling her he has to talk to their parents first (later, later, she says and when he calls the Myers house after the session, Edith is surprised to hear about what happened. It's a back and forth between Peter and her on whether they should pay for another therapist. Peter is sure Michael will blow it up again but Edith convinces him in the end. They do want the best for their child after all)

It's a hard task, for both Michael and Loomis, and there are hours of Loomis talking with Michael sitting in silence but it seems Loomis has Michaels interest enough for the teen to come in again (true to himself he never explains why, but Cynthia grows more and more certain it’s because in some way Loomis understands Michael in a way nobody does. And while it infuriates Michael it also is oddly calming to him. The world is hard to control and it’s even harder to interact with people that refuse to understand the way he works.)

When Michael is almost 17, his father attempts to teach him how to drive, but like with most things in his life it feels like Michael doesn't really care so Peter feels it's lost on his son It is only a few months later that he asks Cynthia if he should pick her up from a school trip, when she tells him Michael has already offered to drive her home, that he learns his son has a driver's license

Michael is very particular when it comes to contact with others. He doesn't like being close with people, there's something about it that's both uncomfortable and unnecessary to him. He knows he has desires, he knows he feels attractions sometimes, but he doesn't act on it for the most part. It's just too much most of the time.

Michael spends a lot of energy on controlling his emotions (he gets better at it the longer he is in therapy with Loomis, but it'll always remain hard, a challenge in itself that most people cannot understand). It is why he can't bother to indulge in anything like this, it’s not a priority Most people are just, too annoying, too much, they ask so many questions, he can't stand it (relating to other doesn’t come to him very easily)

He knows he's gay, not that he cares much for a word to describe himself (he doesn’t like to be pinned like that, in any way). He never feels the need to come out, tell anyone about it (like all things he doesn't explain any part of him), unlike Cynthia, who tells him she's bisexual one day (behind strong stance and steady voice he notices her fingers shaking, nervous)

Michael shows no intentions of moving out, even past age 18 and one evening when they lay in bed, Edith tells Peter that Michael should get the house. He tells her she's crazy, where are they supposed to go Somewhere warm and nice, Edith says, they are older now after all and Peter has gotten quite a few transferal offers. It's not supposed to happen immediately after all, but think about it, she asks of her husband. He turns around, not fathoming how his wife could suggest something like this (In the end they will move. When Laurie has moved out and they've found a nice new place, they leave Haddonfield and Michael stays in the old house in Lumpkin Lane. He never moves away. It's a constant he needs in his life. One of those things that he can't have change)

Cynthia is the only one allowed to poke fun at Michael. Really, she's the only one that can get away with about anything when it comes to Michael. Neither of them recall how they started but at one point they begin fighting one another. Michael is physically stronger than Cynthia but she is quicker and they both are excellent at reading what the other plans to do so most if not all their fights end up with them equal Cynthia likes the exercise of it, growing stronger as she gets older, and she believes there is some part of Michael that needs this, in a way that she can't understand Once Michael came to a fight wearing one of his masks and only that one time there is something frightening about him, and only this once she walks away with her shirt torn apart and one cut made by a knife he carried (its against the rules and he never brings one again but Cynthia doesn’t forget this moment ever again)

Michael eats whatever he can find first, he hardly has any preferences and often he doesn't care enough to cook himself anything (why put the effort into all of that when some toast and sausage works just as well, or that plate of spaghetti Cynthia has prepared herself). He likes sweet things though, a fact that both Judith and Cynthia know how to use to their advantages (it’s so hard to get Michael to do anything he doesn’t already want to do himself)

As always: Art and Writing/Headcanon requests are open!

[voidvoyeur]

🧠+ Sister

send me 🧠 + a word for a headcanon in association with that word! 

Michael’s sister, Judith, was his only friend during his early childhood. After Michael was born, Judith doted on him and helped her parents care for him more than willingly until he reached the age of five. This was when his antisocial behaviour with other children in kindergarten was starting to become a noticeable pattern. Judith in particular was confused by a teacher’s concern because, while at home, Michael was particularly insistent to spend as much time as possible with her and play games (hide and seek being ever popular). At first, she thought the way he followed her around was cute, but as her own adolescence started to divert her attention away from her little brother and instead to wanting to go out with her friends, studying to graduate, vying for independence etc. his consistent lost-puppy presence was becoming more of an annoyance. Especially once she got a boyfriend.          Judith complained to their mother about how Michael’s presence was growing increasingly creepy. Due to her declining involvement in his life, his efforts to invade upon hers became a staple in their home. When she went into her room and shut the door, he would wait outside until she reemerged. If she was on the phone with Danny, he would listen on the line from a different handset. Michael’s insecurity amplified when Danny once teased him that he wasn’t Judith’s ‘favorite guy’ anymore. He even cried in response to the teasing but his fear was alleviated by Judith reprimanding her boyfriend for being mean, spending the rest of the evening watching a movie with Michael instead. At first, he blamed Judith’s boyfriend for ‘taking her away from him’ but when Michael’s mother sat him down and explained that his older sister  wouldn’t have as much time for him anymore because of the age she was and the necessary phase of her life that entailed, Michael’s insecurity manifested into a possessive resentment. He interpreted the given fact that Judith’s separation was an inevitability as an inevitability he could never hope to intercede upon.           This resentment culminated to its peak on the night of Halloween when Judith was supposed to take Michael out trick-or-treating but ignored babysitting him in favour of being with her boyfriend. He oversaw the couple watching Psycho, specifically the shower scene, before being shooed out of the room by his sister, then told by Danny to go trick-or-treating alone. Despite Judith’s protests that it was unsafe to leave Michael unattended, Danny assured her that ‘nothing ever happened in Haddonfield’ and she had ‘nothing to worry about.’           Bonus headcanon: I envision Judith to look something like this!

[ophelia-hendrix]

Visits From The Ministry pt 2

for @ericbrandonrp & @warrioroflondonbelow 

Roger continued to look at Eric as the boy had taken the seat offered. He didn’t like having to question his daughters friend, or the fact that he wasn’t of age yet. Perhaps if he could get any information out of him, he would realise Emilia was playing a dangerous game. Eric couldn’t be serious about risking his future for a girl? “I have to ask you Eric what is the relationship between you and Emilia Hendrix?” he looked at his papers now, he didn’t want to strike fear into him. He was well aware that his children’s friend knew who he was, they didn’t know what he had done or seen. 

“I-” Eric looked at the teachers, Snape just raised his brow slightly. Eric were to answer the man. “Seeing her on and off,” is the answer that came from the boy. This Roger already knew, he had seen his oldest daughter pull the boy into her room. How on and off it was remained to be seen. 

Ophelia holding Richard’s hand didn’t go unnoticed by Harry. What truly was the dynamic between his sister and her two friends nobody but they knew. He had seen the way they had been looking at his sister, the way Richard was looking at Ophelia now in the hallway. He seemed as surprised as Harry was when Ophelia held onto him. She might think she could protect him from the world, but Harry knew that would never work. 

“I am aware my daughter has several complaints and detentions for her actions against muggle-born at the school,” Roger continued “Your friend Richard Mayhew is one like yourself is he not? Why does Emilia treat you differently than him?” he looked directly at Eric now. The boy seemed nervous, nobody could blame him. Not every student was pulled in to speak with a senior Auror. “Hexing, jinxing, cursing, using the world mudblood, generally abusive behaviour is what is used to describe Emilia’s behaviour towards them,” he continued to look at Eric “Why is she risking to break away from her views by spending her time with a muggle-born? Emilia is a pureblood fanatic, you know that yourself,” he continued to see if he could spark a response from the nervous boy. 

“I-I don’t know sir,” Eric stated as he looked at Roger. “I know she’s not always been nice to Richard,” he continued. Roger had a suspicion Eric knew more. “I don’t know why she likes me so much” Roger watched Eric as he spoke “I know she loves me, she makes me happy,” he continued. This was getting nowhere, Eric was like a lovesick puppy Roger thought as he sighed. 

“Eric enough with this. I know my daughter is recruiting older students. We know something is happening, it feels like it did before. If you want to know what the Death Eaters did then you can ask me,” Roger leaned forward now. “They tortured Aurors and others alike for days. Driving them insane, more often than not murdered them right out. Murdered muggles, muggle-borns and their families. One could come home from work and your whole family was dead,” he continued. McGonagall was about to object. These were not stories for a 16 year old boy. 

Roger knew too well the dangers. He had a young daughter when it was reaching its peak. She was standing in the hallway outside the office. The thought of something happening to his family was constantly there. “Emilia is helping them do it all over again. I need to know,” he looked at Eric now he was tired of playing games. 

There was a silence that fell over the room as he has said the last words “You say you are muggle-born,” Roger realised “One of the biggest pure-blood fanatics at the school, among your housemates like the Malfoy boy and his friends want to be with a muggle-born. She is up to something and I need to know what is is Eric. If she isn’t stopped innocent lives will be lost again,” he looked into the terrified eyes of a boy who had heard stories he was too young to handle. 

Looking at the boy Roger knew Eric knew something “I have seen friends die Eric cause of these people, heard what the Death Eaters have done to those who survived being captured. They are very good at the Cruciatus Curse. I’m sure you know what that i-”

“Mr. Hendrix I think that is enough,” Professor McGonagall stopped Roger who sat back up. This was not Eric to hear. Roger knew they were done for the day. No point in scaring him further. 

“I’m sorry Eric,” he stood up tucking his papers away into his briefcase. No point in questioning Richard now, Roger didn’t get what he wanted from Eric. As he took his coat of the back of a chair Eric spoke. 

“I- I have heard talks in the dorm,” Eric said something that wasn’t about how in love he was. “The students a year above me. The students are talking about the break out from Azkaban” Roger knew that too well. It was a nightmare for the Auror Department. 

“That once they have come back, the students in Emilia’s circle will join them,” he didn’t know anything else. Emilia didn’t tell him about her plans. Getting up from Snape’s desk Roger gave Eric’s shoulder a squeeze. The hand felt heavy on his shoulder as he almost didn’t dare to look up at the man. No wonder Pheli was so proud of her father. 

Ophelia wasn’t going to lie, she was scared. If her father had come to school as an Auror, and not as her dad then something was seriously wrong. Holding onto Richard’s hand she gave it a gentle squeeze, she was scared for him. She was scared for Eric. Richard was more exposed than Eric was, he could be protected by Emilia while Richard couldn’t. 

The door to the office opened followed by Eric stepping out of the office. He looked slightly grey. Ophelia let go of Richard’s hand as her father stepped out of the office. His demeanor had changed the second he saw his daughter in the hallway, Ophelia gave her father a hug before looking at Eric and Richard. Eric still looked grey, she didn’t want to ask her father what had happened.

“Richard,” Roger asked the other student who stood in the hallway. He had seen Ophelia and Richard. “I have to ask you what my daughter has done to you,” he wanted to know. Not as an Auror, but as her father. He had known Richard since he was eleven. He was his daughters friend. 

Richard looking at Ophelia and then to her father “Not more than a few names here and there.” he didn’t want Roger to know about the night in the hallway. 

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Ramsay Bolton/Snow x Fem!Lannister Reader

King's Landing was busier than usual,being a fine Spring day,and Sandor Clegane,again,had to take care of the oldest Baratheon child, Y/N,who kept pulling on his hand to walk with her through the gardens. Her golden blonde hair kept swaying as she twirled in the divine light of the Sun,her giggles rang out like lullabies,which made Sandor chuckle softly at her childish behaviour. He knew,however,that despite her innocent and lovely appearance,her deep,emerald eyes held only mischief and cunning. She,like her mother and grandfather,was a true Lioness,despite her 'Baratheon' title. She was stubborn,and everytime someone would call her by her proper name,she'd offer a poisonous grin and correct them.

"Y/N Lannister,if you please."

The girl was the epitome of freedom,a powerful feline who manages to trick everyone into letting her do whatever she pleases,and therefore,she's either out with her beloved Guard dog,or inside,bugging into the Kingdom affairs,much to Tyrion's amusement.

And just imagine the shocked faces of Robert's advisors when they saw his daughter sitting on his leg,reading a book,and when she heard a rather disagreeable statement,she'd refute in a second,shocking everyone.

Y/N:Come on,Sandor,loosen up a bit!It's such a gorgeous day,it'd be a pity to be all grouchy~! Sandor:Sorry,little song bird,but being a Sunflower isn't my thing. Y/N:Dear Sandor,I am a Lioness,not a useless song bird,but you are excused.However,you won't be excused from missing out a nice dance with me! Sandor:Don't be ridiculous,girl,I'm your guard,not some fancy shit lord. Y/N:*chuckles* You are Sir Woof Woof,whatever do you mean~? Sandor:You're crossing a fine line there,girl,I'd pay attention if I were ya. Y/N:And what are you going to do,sweet Sandor?Bite me? Sandor:Sometimes I wonder who's a bigger cunt. Y/N:Joffrey.Always Joffrey.Definitely Joffrey.He doesn't care about you like I do~. Sandor:And he doesn't use me like you do either. Y/N:Oh,Sandor,your words cut me deeper than the Marianna Trench.Honestly,you must know my intentions of dancing with you are purer than the first snow of the year! Sandor:It hasn't snowed in King's Landing since the last Winter. Y/N:*giggles*Then...I want to see the North!Don't the Starks always say how Winter is coming?Oh,Sandor,I've never seen snow!It must be so beautiful!I am quite tired of this golden landscape,it's so old-fashioned!Silver is the new trend! Sandor:You might like snow,but only when you first see it.It's like a gorgeous enchantress,but sly and deadly,much like you. Y/N:*arranges her hair*Oh dear,that was so poetic of you,sweet Sandor!If I were to go to the North,would you come and crown me the Queen of Winter? Sandor:Snow is much better than fire,anyways. Y/N:*gleams*SWEET!I shall talk to uncle Tyrion at once!I overheard my lord father when he was talking to someone from the Small Council.Apparently,Jon Arryn died mysteriously,and he wants Ned Stark as the new Hand of the King~!Do you know what that means~? Sandor:Oh great,more death in the City of Death,how unexpected. Y/N:Call it Murderville.But I wonder...why did they call it "King's Landing"?Is here the place where Kings just...land?Fall?To their death?*gasps*Oh no,it's raining Kings! Sandor:How childish...it almost fooled me. Y/N:Come on,Sandor,relax.Let's go to a pub,and I'll treat you to all the ale you wish!Just smile for me~! Sandor:Not bloody likely,little song bird.But I'll take your offer,for now.After you.

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After talking to the right people,she convinced her father to ride on a horse along her beloved Hound on the way to the North,which was oddly entertaining for the both of them,much to the displeasure of her mother and brother. When they arrived,however,they were not only expected by the Starks,but another noble house- House of Bolton.

The girl quickly asked her friend about the Boltons,not having heard much about them,and found out a few details about the Lord,Roose Bolton,and his bastard son,Ramsay,who's treated just like his legal son. Much to the dismay of every existing courtesy,seeing Ned Stark,she jumps off her horse and runs to hug the said man. Most of the ones witnessing the act were horrified,while the others were quite impressed,much like the youngest Stark daughter,and a certain Bolton.

Y/N:Uncle Ned!It's so good to see you again!Oh,how I've missed you so dearly!And now that I'm finally here,I get to meet your children!I'm so excited! Ned:*ruffles her hair*Welcome to Winterfell,my Princess.These are my children,though they are a bit younger than you,I believe you will enjoy their company. Robert:Ned Stark,you look much older.The cold sure took its toll on you. Ned:And you got significantly fatter.Is it the privilege of being a King? Y/N:*giggles*You sure are best friends! Robert:*laughs*Ned Stark,my greatest friend,and Y/N Baratheon,my dearest daughter.Might I say,she reminds me so much of Lyanna... Y/N:*confused*I don't know who Lyanna was,but she must have been a truly amazing woman. Robert:Y/N,go play with the others,I and Ned have some catching up to do. Y/N:Yes,father~!Have fun! 

She got her siblings and they all introduced each other merrily or shily,and then went to play together. Arya,Myrcella and Sansa were cheering as Tommen and Bran were sparring. The young lioness,on the other hand,noticed the older Bolton boy staying lonely and observing the youngsters. Being a princess,she got in front of him and smiled brightly at him,surprising him.

Y/N:*extends hand*Hello,I heard your name is Ramsay,it is nice to meet you!I am Y/N Lannister.

Ramsay,however,smiled charmingly at her,and kneeling in front of her,he took her hand delicately and kissed it,making her cover her mouth lightly and giggle,a light blush blooming  on her pale cheeks. She was used to having people be court with her,but never this... Charming. She gently put her hand on his hair,then caressed his pale visage,smiling softly.

Ramsay:It is my honour of meeting you,Your Grace. Y/N:Honestly,Ramsay,please get up,there is no need to go this far.I'm nothing important,just another Southern girl.Forget of my titles and enjoy our time together.Shall we? Ramsay:My lady's wish is my command. Y/N:Ramsay~ Ramsay:Yes,my lady, Y/N: Just Y/N is fine,please.

He chuckled lightly and went to the group of younger children along with the fair princess. Obviously enough,Tommen lost against Bran,and the next round was Robb versus Joffrey. Much to the annoyance of the young blond,the only one cheering for him was Sansa. Robb obviously beat him up easily,but when he turned around to put back the sparring sword,Joffrey ran to attack him. To his dismay,his older sister grabbed the sword from Tommen's grasp and easily parried his blow. When the two swords collided,everyone but Joff,who growled angrily,gasped. The girl smirked victorious and easily disarmed him.

Y/N:*grins*That wasn't very honorable of you,younger brother,now,was it~?Is this how you were raised? Joff:Don't cross me,sister!

The girl was japing and taunting him further,until Robert and Ned came by,and seeing the scene unfold,rushed over.

Robert:Were you fighting again? Y/N:No,papa,but I wanted to play fight too,and one of the boys volunteered~! Robert:Are you sure you didn't beat Joffrey at sparring again? Ned:Robb? Robb:Father... Y/N:*giggles*Busted~! Ned:At this age,Lyanna was beating me up too... Robert:At this age,everyone was beating you at sparring,Ned. Y/N:*bows*What can I say,I trained with the best in the Seven Kingdoms. Robert:*laughs*She has the Baratheon fury in her blood!Look at her!Who did you train with? Y/N:Woof~

The King was confused,until Sandor Clegane handed her Joffrey's discarded sword,and patted her back,then barked,smirking proudly.

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That night,at the feast,Y/N had both bastards sit with them at the table,making everything more chaotic than it was.

After Arya threw lemon cakes at Sansa,making her cry,Lady Catelyn made them both go to sleep.

During the commotion,Ramsay whispered a nice plan in Y/N's ear,making her slip away unnoticed,and meeting the older bastard outside,in the freezing cold.

Y/N:Why,Ramsay,whatever do you wish to show me? Ramsay:It's your first time in the North,is it not,my Princess? Y/N:It is,but it is not the first time I'd correct you. Ramsay:My apologies.I only wished to show you the North's beauty,at its finest.Nevertheless,it will always pale in comparison to you. Y/N:*giggles*Oh dear,if I had a golden dragon for everytime I've heard that,I'd be rich. Ramsay:Aren't you,already? Y/N:Borrowing money from the Braavosi Bank doesn't make you rich. Ramsay:The affairs of King's Landing are much too troublesome and confusing,so I will not bother with it. Y/N:Neither should you~.

As they walked and chatted,the girl started trembling from the freezing cold,and even her voice became shaky,making Ramsay chuckle and put his furs tightly around her. She tried to protest,arguing that he will get cold too,but he merely smiled and pointed out that Northmen are cold resistant. Getting to a high peak,the girl was left awestruck at the godly landscape in front of her.

Having started snowing,the dark blue sky suddenly lit up with thousands of powerful coloured lights,dancing and sparkling. The young lioness was gleaming and cheering,more enthusiastic than she had ever been before in her life time,and much to his shock,she hugged him tightly,thanking him.  The young bastard was rooted to the spot,not having expected such a physical act of pure affection and warmth from one that is supposedly a mere stranger in his eyes. Having grown up as a bastard and with only his father,in a cold and harsh environment,he never experienced any emotion that would make his heart leap,and not from fear.

Instinctively,he wrapped his arms tightly around the frail girl's frame,protectively,and unconsciously smiled,seeing her happiness. All his life,he's only witness dread,hate,torture,sadness,rage,misery...but this time,it seemed like a light of hope appeared in front of him. A light of purity that seemed to fill him... And he couldn't seem to get enough of it. He was greedy.

Big snowflakes were slowly falling,and with that,they knitted a crown of crystals in her golden hair,sparkling,making her look like a true Queen. And that's what he was going to do. He'll make her his Queen. All those playthings he's had his fun with were dirty,unclean,disgustingly plain,worthy of being tainted and abused. But her... This young lioness... He was going to preserve her purity and innocence... All to himself.

Being already late enough,he picked her up bridal style and walked her home,promising to take her there each night.

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The true reason why the Boltons were at the Starks to greet the King and his family was so Roose could ask for a favour and legitimize his son,so he could one day inherit the rights of the House,which,with little persuasion,Papa Baratheon agreed (much to his daughter's glee).

Without even realizing,when she got home,she started telling Uncle Tyrion of all the nice stories she shared with Ramsay during that little amount of time,and seeing his sweet niece so happy,he decided to make up an elaborate plan and make her dream come true,as much as possible. Since Ned Stark kindly refused the Hand of the King position,saying that his kin must always remain in the North,her father had no other wise option but to trust Tyrion,yet another Lannister. And thus,he organised frequent trips to the North,giving her the role of the Ambassador of the Seven Kingdoms,and along with her dear Hound,they'd travel all day long.

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One beautiful day of Spring,the golden maiden was taking a stroll through the forest,enjoying a light conversation with her potential paramour,when she noticed a few changes in his behaviour.

Slightly more affectionate acts

More compliments More smiles More protectiveness

And all this made the girl smirk-but she had to keep her façade,still.

Y/N:Why,sweet Ramsay,if I didn't know better,I would have said you might be...courting me~? Ramsay:And if I were to admit my crime,what would you do,My Princess? Y/N:I do not know,my dear.Your punishment might depend on the gravity of your actions~. Ramsay:But would Your Grace be merciful if this one would dare to be so bold and ask for her hand in marriage? Y/N:Honestly,I hope you are not jesting,for it would be quite a pity otherwise. Ramsay:I may love japing,but not about this subject,for I am thoroughly serious.Princess Y/N Lannister,would you allow me to be the happiest man in Westeros and become my sweet wife? Y/N:But are we not too young for this,sweet Ramsay?This is very serious,and if we don't take in account everything that might occur- Ramsay:There is no rush,so do not fret,my love.All in due time,and everything will be resolved. Y/N:Ramsay...I have only one request,before everything...and it might sound weird but... Ramsay:What is bothering you,my sweetling? Y/N:So far,we have only ever done and discussed mine own passions,but I know nothing of yours.I wish to know everything about you before I take such an important decision.Therefore...*smiles*next time you flay someone,please call me to assist you. Ramsay:*hesitant*I...am not sure how that will influence or affect your final decision,however,if this is your sincere request,and you will not be bothered by any illicit or nefarious deed I might do...then by all means,you are my guest even now.The Dreadfort has enough prisoners to last a lifetime. Y/N:*grins*Thank you for trusting me,my dear.Now,let us prepare for an entertaining activity~!

He chuckled at her and during the whole week,he showed her the dungeons,the flaying,the torture,and the hunts,in which she was greatly interested,and asked to join as well. It was a great shock for the man,who never expected such a pure golden light to enjoy and embrace his darkness,but he felt more and more attracted to her. He was lost in the well of light that engulfed her,and swore solemnly that he would make sure no harm ever comes to his angelic saviour. He will protect her from anything and anyone that might wish her ill,despite being loved by the Realm. He was now Lord Ramsay Bolton,son of Roose Bolton,and rightful heir,and he would make sure Y/N Lannister,his golden lioness,is going to love him forever.

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All the time alone,he tried to straighten his priorities,all while still enjoying his release with Myranda,but truly,he felt rather bored of the plain girl. Nevertheless,she was the only woman worthy of keeping around for such deeds,for he would never dare taint his paramour,sent by the loving Maiden to be his light during the darkest times. He just needed her near him,to touch him with those soft and delicate hands,to gaze at him with her forest green eyes,full of love and admiration,to rest his head on her lap,by the calming river,as she played with his dark hair,and would sing some foreign song she'd hear from the travelling singers.

All of these seemed like the sweetest Utopia,which quickly broke when he realised days and weeks passed,and upon the turning moon,she hadn't returned. Gravely worried and not having received any word or letter from the South,he quickly mounted and got a few trusted members of the Bastard's Boys,and went for a private audience at the court.

But much to everyone's horror,he found out that the girl departed two weeks prior and was expected to arrive soon. Because the King specifically requested the Hound to guard his other three children during a very important meeting,the girl took with her other knights on the journey- Proving unsuccessful. Cersei was the first to go hysterical,being her mother,and ordered Varys and Maester Qyburn to gather as much intel as possible. Tyrion,thinking of a shrewd plan,sent word to Bronn to search around all low-life building and find anything useful. Within the week,they haven't found out much,which shook the whole Realm- Until a strange Raven arrived,and with it,a barely readable scrap of parchment tied to its leg.

"Save twins frey flay me save"

The paper had drops of blood and liquid that could only be tears,and the writing was as messy and shaky at it could get,but at least they had a lead,false or not. What would the Freys have against the poor girl,though? Ramsay returned to the North to tell the problem to the Starks and call all their bannermen,to aid the cause of the kidnapped Princess,and great was everyone's shock and rage when they found out the circumstances of such a horrible crime against the Crown.

In less than a Fortnight,an endless army,lead by Jaime,Ned and Ramsay went against the Lord of the Twins,the abominable Walder Frey,who kept the Lioness in his basement dungeon. After an outright war,the young Bolton's Bastard Boys managed to sneak inside and raid the castle,searching around the dungeons,until the sharp hearing of the anxious brunet heard a soft whimpering from one of the cells. Gently opening the door,he saw his golden maiden all bloody and broken,struggling to breathe,and tied up on a wooden X table,made to resemble the Bolton flaying methods.

His breathe hitched in his throat as he sat there,rooted on the spot,unable to breathe,due to the burning rage. He could only see red in front of him,as damaging thoughts were attacking his  sanity.Shaking,he could only think of the answerless questions that kept swarming his head. why her? why like this? what had he done wrong? was he not  worthy of happiness or love? No...He had to save his beloved angel sent to him by her Maiden God as a gift... The only gift he’s ever got. The only gift he’d ever need..

Regaining himself,he quickly cut off her restraints and caught her as she fell like a feather in his arms. Seeing his only means of sanity damaged and tainted,he swore eternal revenge and cursed the whole family tree of the wretched House of Frey.

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Days later,the girl,treated by the best Maesters brought from Oldtown,managed to remain stable,but she wouldn't leave her room,nor accept any visitors. Instead,the maids would have to leave the food trays in front of the door,and relatives would have to write letters and shove them under the door,hoping-in vain-to receive a reply.

But she felt disgusted. Wretched. Tainted. She wasn't what she wanted to be. And what frustrated most,is that the true Mastermind's identity was known to her,but she just couldn't seem to remember. It was someone she knew very well... Someone she saw often at the court in King's Landing... Someone she obviously knew not to trust... But who was to be trusted in that God-Forsaken place?

knock knock knock . . .

knock knock knock

Ramsay:Love,I know you're there.I know you want to hide,but you're worrying everyone.I am not one to beg,and you know it,but open the door. Y/N:Go away... Ramsay:Don't make me break down the door. Y/N:Leave... Ramsay:My sanity is going to disappear if I don't see you soon.I can't breathe,I can't think,I can't control my anger around anyone,not even my own father. Y/N:You won't like me anymore... Ramsay:There is nothing in this world that will make me not love you.

With a soft whimper,she put her hand on the handle and opened it,still hiding behind the door,and looking down,avoiding any eye-contact. Upon seeing her,he dropped to his knees and embraced her torso,trying to calm himself. The whole scene unfolded like a bad tragedy mummers’ show,and she put her bandaged hand on his tired and desperate visage,just like in the old,happy days that passed way too soon. He kissed her hands,all her knuckles and fingers,then raised and kissed her forehead,hugging her properly and holding her tight.

The girl had had her fingernails peeled away,a cut on her face,slightly damaging her eye,and multiple cuts along her limbs,along with obvious malnutrition,which weakened her greatly,barely keeping herself standing. She let herself be engulfed in his warmth and closed her eyes,finally feeling safe,after having endured so much,for no reason,and allowed herself,for the first time,to weep at her own misery. After she managed to calm down slightly,he wiped away her tears with his thumbs,and touched foreheads.

Ramsay:The King requested an urgent Council meeting and wanted you to attend.It was the order of your little dwarf uncle. Y/N:Uncle Tyrion asked that...? Ramsay:I think there's more to it than meets the eyes.Do you know who kidnapped you? Y/N:I do,in a way.But...I'm not sure...I told Tyrion of this... Ramsay:Then this is his master plan. Y/N:How despicable...how unsightly of me...to be seen like this... Ramsay:You are the only light I see in this darkness,never doubt yourself. Y/N:So easy to speak when you’re not the ugly one. Ramsay:You are the Grace of the Realm.All these wound will soon fade,but your beauty is eternal. Y/N:Better pray you’re right,or I’ll kill you...

With help from her beloved,she out on a hooded cloak and walked to the court room,where all the Council people,Cersei,Jaime,Ned and Tywin sat,letting the couple stand in the middle of the room.

Cersei:Y/N!My sweet babe,you're finally standing.Have the Maesters attended you properly?I'll put their head on a spike otherwise. Y/N:I'm fine...but it was rather cruel to summon me while looking like this,Uncle Tyrion.Nevertheless...I... Tyrion:My sweet niece,I do hope you are feeling much better.All these people came here to see how you fareth after such a horrible crime. Y/N:*scanning the room*Yes,I am feeling much better,but I cannot say I'm fully cured yet.

Saying that,she went into a bloody coughing fit,making her lose her balance and dirty her bandages,and leaning on her paramour for support. Her mother tried to rush over,but Jaime stopped her. It was all according to the plan. She slowly took of her hood,revealing her bandaged eyes,and smirked.

Y/N:It has come to my attention that the perpetrator of my kidnapping has been caught and punished accordingly,am I correct? Varys:Yes,your Grace.Lord Walder Frey has been set up in our dungeons and is currently tortured. Y/N:Perfect.And what of the Mastermind?Varys,you and Lord Baelish are the ones with the greatest information network across Westeros and beyond. Petyr:Your Grace,I think you are mistaken,there was no Mastermind. Y/N:*smirks*Uncle Tyrion~!It seems my memory hasn’t betrayed me yet~!The disgracious cockroach that came to visit me just before I've received this wounds...was him.Petyr Baelish. Petyr:Excuse me,your Grace,but I am confused.I have not left the Kingdom. Tyrion:Is that so?Because funny enough,my trusted sources said otherwise. Petyr:Well maybe your trusted sources failed you! Tyrion:That is where you are wrong,again.You see,money never fails.Humans are so easy to corrupt with a few golden coins. Y/N:Oh,but what a shame.You were a decent Master of Coin to the Crown...But that’s where your shrewdness stops and mine overshadows yours.Don’t you know?A Lannister always pays his debts.Always.And I believe it’s high time we get rid of your treacheries and betrayels to the Realm and to the King and...experience the horrors of being tortured and humiliated. Ramsay:The flayed man is on our banners for a reason,filth.we’ve been flaying our enemies for 1000 years. Y/N:Never go against the Realm,or cross a Lioness and a Flayed man.It’s bad luck~!

Being attacked from everywhere and not being able to refute,he tried escape,but Jaime got to him much quicker,and in his rage,almost choked him to death,until his calm,but triumphant “niece” stopped him,saying that he needs proper torture,not just a petty beating.

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All is well when it ends,and the two retreated for the rest of the day,enjoying the peace and quiet in each other's loving embrace,after such a rollercoaster of emotions and bad things happening. He held her tightly,not daring to keep his eyes off of her,in fear of the nightmare repeating itself over and over again.

Y/N:Sweet Ramsay... Ramsay:Yes,my sweetling? Y/N:I will marry you.

The time stopped for him,and he didn't even realize he was smiling brightly for the first time in his life,until he felt a light kiss,which woke him up from his trance. Seeing her gentle smile and her doe-eyes looking at him lovingly,he kissed her back just as softly,as if not to break her,but all the emotions were unleashed. As she rested her head on his chest,snuggling to him,he would sing softly a song and play with her soft golden hair. And for the first time,they finally felt at peace. Together. Forever.

((Picture by @littleaestheticmonster Thank you so much!They do amazing aesthetics! :3 ))

[21tailsofwoe]

“In Another Life” | NaruSaku

In which Sakura’s character becomes self aware.

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Sakura Haruno

A/N: I am extremely new to fanfiction (fanfiction based on existing works, that is) so I don’t really know what I’m doing here and I don’t know the fanfic terminologies so I don’t know what to tell you. It’s a bit angst-y, I guess?

Excuse the typos. I rarely proof read.

Also, if you ship ss or nh along with ns, don’t read this k thx

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As kids, when he used to hint at his crush for me, I would shrug it off. Maybe because I found him unbearable, and frankly, really annoying. Maybe because I was just a naïve, young girl, engrossed in her own fantasies and dreams, unaware of how much this world had in store for me.

Gradually, I learned that there was more to him than just silly pranks and loud words; there was a lot more to him. His dream seemed so stupid and unrealistic at first. Surely, a loud-mouthed kid like him, how could he ever achieve such an impossible feat? But slowly, he started to prove me wrong. His otherwise annoying behaviour grew on me. I saw that there was more to his pointless declarations. He wanted to be recognised and respected. He wanted to show everyone that he was not the troublesome kid they made him out to be. He wanted to be treated like somebody.

He was so stubborn, but his stubbornness brought about change, change that I witnessed with my own eyes which would bring about hope wherever he went. It made me believe in improvement. I was so unsure of myself, of what I wanted to be. He made me believe in myself. I couldn't help but believe in him too.

However, I liked this other boy, the boy with a dreadful past and hatred in his heart. The boy who happened to be in our team. At first it was a young girl's silly crush on the dreamy, ‘mysterious’ boy, but then I started to see that this boy had so much more hidden deep within him, something that scared me. I wanted to reach out, to help him. My so called 'love' had been selfish at one point, I admit. But when he left me, when he left his home, I could only cry and beg him to stay, but to no avail.

And then he came along. "The promise of a lifetime," he called it. He said he would bring our friend back, no matter what it took. And I couldn't help but cry and beg again, so that he could bring our friend back. Perhaps still love me back then, or somewhere that crush still existed within him. Whatever it was, he suppressed it, never forcing it onto me.

Sadly, he couldn't keep that promise. In fact, it nearly got him killed. And at that moment, I realised that I could've lost him too, that my inability to do anything useful could've ruined everything.

And so I made a promise too; I promised that I would grow stronger so that he doesn't have to hurt himself anymore. Not alone, at least. We would save our friend together.

We then went our separate ways, because we knew we had to grow stronger. There was a daunting challenge ahead of us and we had to prepare ourselves. He went for his training with his master, while I sought out my own.

During that period, amidst my harsh training, perhaps I had created this image of the boy I loved. How was he? Where was he? Was he safe? If not, would I be able to save him? These thoughts pulled me deeper into the an aberrant kind of love, for the false image of the boy who I hadn't seen in years.

Was that really love?

When the blond haired knucklehead came back from his training, I could see how much he had grown. He may have been the same knucklehead I knew, but in some ways, I could see that something had changed within him.  

He may have grown stronger, but so had I. I didn’t want to feel left behind anymore. When he saw my strength, my growth, I couldn't help but be amused at his awe. It was a surreal feeling, that feeling of acknowledgement. I knew I had trained hard. I knew I had become stronger than before. Even my master could tell how much I had grown. So why did his acknowledgement feel so . . . satisfying? Why was it his words that made me feel better?

Was that not love?

One day, I learned the truth; his truth. I learned of the monster that he carried within him. I learned of the threats it posed, I learned of why the elders hated him so much, and I understood how miserable his childhood had been for a crime he didn't even commit. A sense of protectiveness grew in me, the desire to help him and his dream.  

Couldn’t I have started loving him then?

And what about the time I finally met the boy I had loved since I was a young girl again? The boy had turned into something so sinister, so dark. He wasn't the boy we knew. He was someone who was way beyond reach, someone who could even kill me without batting an eye, not caring for his own teammates. How could I still have loved this new version of this person? Why did I keep holding on to my belief?

I wanted to love the boy who stood by me. The one who trusted in me no matter what, the one who admired me for who I was, the one who saved me countless number of times, the one who inspired me to grow and become a better person. The boy who cared deeply for me, and I for him. The boy who, in fact, had fallen in love with me.

So why couldn't I love him? What was holding me back? Was it that false image of love I had previously created for the person who had stopped caring for me? Or was this simply the desire to save my old teammate which was in the disguise of 'love'?

Meanwhile, we grew – my friend and I. We fought alongside, we learned so much, and understood even more. Even when he seemed to lose everything, he got back up. Even in during the war, he kept growing – as a person as well as a fighter.  

I was even faced with the threat of losing him, my true friend. I could've lost him forever, and it could all have ended right then and there. His dream would've been lost to the emptiness of death. My desperation was at its peak. My selfishness played its part, for the thought of losing him scared me deeply.

Was that desperation not love?

And I still continued to 'love' the monster that tried to kill me, that no longer felt the need of my presence. The monster that continued to demean me, put me down. I must have realised that the boy I once knew and loved was long gone, so was the false image that I had created.

So why couldn't I get over this so-called love? Was my desire to save him that strong?

It took time, but things may have started to get better. The monster we wanted to save from the darkness seemed to have slowly come into light. And right when we thought we finally got to him, he slipped away from our grasp almost immediately.

And yet again, I couldn't do anything but cry and beg him to stay.  

Could that be called love in any shape or form?

It wasn't my love that saved this person, it was his persistence, his struggle to help his friend, his never-ending dedication towards his friend, his resolve to bring him back from the terrible path this friend had chosen. It wasn't me. I couldn't help him keep his promise.

I couldn't even keep mine.  

All that mattered in the end was that they both were safe, and the monster was cured of his hatred. We got our teammate back, our happiness. "The promise of a lifetime" was kept, and the man I loved since I was a little girl was brought back to me, the man who apparently had learned to love me too. The ‘love’ I had spend years giving to him, was finally returned.

I should be happy, right?

So why am I not content? Why does it feel like something is missing? Why does it feel like someone is missing?  

In other words: why couldn't I move on?

And here I stand, married to the man I loved all my life. My daughter holds onto me with her tiny hands, while my husband is out there, protecting the village. The husband I haven't seen since the birth of my child -- our child. Our daughter is the proof of our love now. She's holding our family together while he is out there. Our feelings are connected through this very child, or so it seems.

As I look at the family before me, celebrating the birth of their second child, a beautiful baby girl with her father's beautiful blue eyes, I can't help but feel a slight ache in my chest. The baby sleeps solemnly in her mother's arms, while her elder brother who is just a few months older than my daughter, peers over at his new-born sister from over his father's shoulder.

The father -- the hero of the village, the hero who saved the world -- has grown into a fine young man right before my eyes. He finally has a family, aside from our team. A family linked by blood and not just love, something he had been craving for since he was a kid. I should be happy for him.

So why do I feel so incomplete?

He's married to the woman he loves and has two beautiful children now. He is happy. So am I. I have a family of my own too.

"Wanna hold her?" He asks me, breaking me out of my thoughts. When I just give a dazed expression in response, he points to the new born baby held in the arms of his wife, who is on the hospital bed in a state of exhausted bliss.

"No, that's okay," I say. "I am not that good with babies." An extremely ridiculous lie.

He laughs. "You're a doctor! And a mother. How can you not be good with babies?"

Something about his laugh warms my heart. I push the feeling away and shake my head. "No, I think she should be with you for now."

"Come on, just for a little while." He cracks a grin, shaking a finger at me. "I know you want to."

I stiffen and unknowingly tighten my hold on my daughter. "I have to go," I suddenly blurt out.

His face falls. "What?"

"You just got here," his wife protests.

I realise how strange I must've sounded. "It's just that my shift starts early today," I lie. Why am I lying? "I completely forgot about it, and now I'm late."

"Oh," he says as he stands up, disappointment clearly hinted in his voice. "Okay. Want me to come with you?"

Yes. "No, please. You have to stay here," I say, waving him off. "You two, congratulations!" I smile at them, trying to make it seem as genuine as possible even with the ache in my heart growing.

"Thank you!" His wife smiles in return.

"Thank you," he says in a low voice, but there is no hint of the happiness he previously displayed. His eyes reflect his worry. Damn it, he has always been able to see through me. "You're sure you're okay?"

"Of course, you dummy!" I laugh. "I'll be back tomorrow. You better treat me big."

He doesn't reply.

Not wanting to prolong this, I look down at my daughter. "Come on, let's go." She nods.

As soon as I step out of the room and close the door behind me, my tears finally force their way out. I try to blink them away, but to no avail. I pick my daughter up in my arms and rush down the hallway. She repeatedly asks me what is wrong, but I just sob in response because I know the answer to her question.

The truth is: somewhere deep within, I love him. I have for a while now. In fact, I've loved him for a long time. I have wanted to be with him, all this time. I want to be with him, even now. I should've been the one with him, in that room, holding our child.

So why am I out here? What went wrong? Why have we turned out like this? Why aren't we together like we were meant to be?

Why can't I love him?

H I M

He stares at the door for some time, not saying anything and remaining still. It was as though something had stirred deep within him, something he couldn't understand. Her sudden change in behaviour worried him. Something clearly bothered her and he couldn't really tell.

Or could he?

"What's wrong?" His wife asks. "Something the matter?"

"No, it's nothing," he blurts out. He turns around and smiles, only to have her furrow her brows in worry.

"Then why are you crying?" she asks.

He stills. "Wh-what. . ." He runs his palm down his left cheek and feels a tear streaming down. That's strange, he thinks. Why am I crying?

At that moment, the pain in his chest starts to grow, as an unnamed emotion engulfs him, something he can't understand. The tears don't stop as he faces away from his wife. "I must be really happy. . ." He mumbles.

But he knows that it's not true. On the contrary, it's sadness that has brought him to tears. And he doesn't know why.

He turns to face the door, and slowly paces towards it. "I'll be back," he assures as he pushes on the door handle.

His wife nods, still concerned. "Okay. Take your time."

He closes the door behind him and stares down the hallway, the way his friend went. The aberrant tears continue to force their way out. A familiar feeling reaches out to him, a feeling he had suppressed for so long. . .      

"Perhaps in another life. . .Sakura-chan,” he quietly says to himself.

[danganronpashowtime-blog]

IT’S MY LIFE [Penalty for the LVP]

Ten minutes passed and it was around time for the movie the SHSL Glamour promised you to start. The TV at your disposition in the Studio flickered, showing signs that something was about to start. Sekai's voice then came from the ElectroID, warning you something:

"Eight o'clock, my children. Now it's time for the story I promised you tonight. Oasis presents... The Son of the Crimson Queen."

The screen lights up with a flash. No image, just… Pure, blinding white; A gunshot pierces the silence. A woman winces in pain. Time slows down as the shot fades in: A female silhouette slowly collapses to the ground, revealing, behind it, the protagonist’s face as tears began to run down his cheeks. Dropping to his knees on a night-scattered alleyway, this silhouette now resting on his arms, Kurogane releases a silent, but ground-shaking scream of anger.

The image fades out, silence fills your ears once again.

“He’s beautiful”, a female voice rings out from the darkness. The shot cuts to a woman, holding a newborn in her arms, laying on a well-lit hospital room: A look of joy ever-present in her face. The sun shines outside the half-shut blinds. The shot then focuses on the child. “Shiho”, the woman says, “It’s a good name, don’t you think?”, she turns to a man in the room. “Shiho Nishio”, the male speaks up, as the shot recesses to show the family in its entirety, “It’s wonderful”, the man responds, carefully tracing his fingers through the woman’s hair before the shot fades once again.

The following scenes explain family relations: Daichi’s job as a private doctor, working for a local hospital a few years before Ai, Shiho’s sister, was born. Which, in her own right, didn’t establish the healthiest relationship with her brother, as time went on. Since he first arrived into this world, Ai very clearly didn’t enjoy the presence of her brother around, jealous of the constant attention he got from family members and friends. Only five years older than him, this behaviour was expected — though, it didn’t seem to stop their parents from arguing over it. Overall, Shiho’s early childhood was framed as fairly standard. He was very loved and well taken care of.

We’re fifteen to twenty minutes in at this point, and the movie suddenly cuts to the shot of an empty alleyway. Distant traffic lights glistering the heavy rainpour. The sound of shouting and resistance can be heard cutting the corner. Appearing in frame shortly after is Chiyuki, clearly a few years younger than in previous scenes. Clutching her bleeding chest and barely standing, fifteen seconds pass of her desperately trying to catch her breath as she finally collapses to the ground; The shot fades, transitioning to a first person view of a moving hospital ceiling. As it turned out, Daichi witnessed the attack and brought her to medical care, ultimately saving her life. Chiyuki was moved by his bravery and kindness and fell in love with him on the spot. “Thank you”, Chiyuki said to Daichi as her eyes first opened on the hospital bed.

The scene hard-cuts to the front door of Shiho’s home bursting open, splinters flying as the hinges are thrown to the other side of the room. Several armed men run in, shouting. “Where’s she?”, one of the them screamed. Neither Daichi or Chiyuki appeared to be at home, it seemed. The men, who appeared to be gang members, raided the home, murdering the babysitter, kidnapping Ai, and attemping to murder Shiho — he was hit in the arm and lower abdomen and left to die before his parents arrived. As the dialogue revealed, Chiyuki wasn’t very forthcoming about her past: Before having a family and settling down, she was known as “Oni”, the leader of a dangerous gang in Ikebukuro, Japan, called “Akai Akuma”. As flashbacks depicted, she ruled the streets under her territory with an iron fist. The fateful night where she was injured and found by Daichi, she had been attacked and left to die. A rival gang, orchestrator of the attack, believed she had died and that someone else soon took over, leaving her to be a free woman.

And with that, Chiyuki had to go, leaving her family behind. Daichi was faced with anger and frustration, both to big for him to be able to overcome. Eventually, both kids needed to be taken away, Shiho seeing his life crumble right before his eyes. Now in an orphanage, with just a sister who doesn't like him and with an automail in the place of his arm, he became closed, much colder... Where is the mom he once loved? Where is his father?

The minutes passes by and the audience follows the obsessive path the boy takes: he becomes part of the gang rival to the one his mother runs. He pledged alliance to Daimyo's leader Binkaku Kei, who taught him everything about guns. Shiho was prodigy... Every shot was perfect, no matter how much stress or pain had been inflicted. Soon he became their best sharpshooter in the tender age of 16, but the obsession to find Chiyuki just grew along with his impressive stature.

It was during a clash between both that they met at long last. At first she didn't recognize her child and tried to kill him, but soon the reveal came... Tears flooded her eyes. The offer to join him and flee to Hokkaido was offered and she quickly agreeded... But soon the dream died when Binkaku witnessed the treason, a shot coming to kill the woman he had been searching for so long. The rage, the fury... It wasn't a surprise that the brilliant sharpshooter managed to kill him in retaliation.

Then police soon came and the man agreed to tell them about the other members if he joins police ranks as a detective. They were wary, but in the end he ended up being a part of them as one part of the cold case division. Luckily with his knowlegde on the gangs, many cases become clear and the responsible people have been caught. Hope's Peak Academy soon came to know about that and invited him to join their ranks, but the young man had to make a request: not to call him by his first name, but by... Kurogane.

The scene fades out and the credits start to roll after two hours of movie. As soon as they are over, however, there is an extra scene: the camera focalizes Kuro Sekai sitting on her throne, reading the script of a movie and laughing: "One out, sixteen to go."

[tanuki-kimono]

Japanese folk tales #35 – The swarm of Suzuka pass

(for queen bee @todayintokyo ! Sorry for the delay, I hope you’ll like it)

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Once upon a time, there was a famous road which wound across Japan. Through paddy fields and soft hills, dark forests and mighty peaks, people walked all day long from station to station, travelling from the great Edo to charming Kyoto.

One of those post towns was a dreaded stop which stood near a steep pass named Suzuka. High in the mountains, the area was nothing but barren rocks and gloomy trees. And it was renowned at miles around for it hid a bandit’s den.

Those highwaymen were all former samurais. Masterless, with no other knowledge than the way of the sword, harsh lives had turned them cruel and bitter.

Like packs of rabid dogs, they terrorized the region, pillaging villages and farms. But their favourite hunting ground was the pass.

Armed with old blunt swords, wooden clubs and other makeshift weapons, the bandits would often ambush helpless merchants. Threatening the poor men, they would raid carts packed with luscious silk and pearly rice, fresh delicacy and glimmering silver, and vanished back to their lair.

Fearsome and merciless, those dismissed samurais had beaten down every single militia sent against them.

And as there was no other way across the mountains, travellers had no choice but keep crossing dreary Suzuka, praying for their safety and relying on sheer luck.

One misty morning, silhouettes emerged from the fog. Simply dressed in blue kimono and wide hats, two men travelled side by side. Behind them, an old horse pulled a small cart filled with wooden casks covered with thick straw matting.

In the peaceful air, a soft humming sound could be heard as the cart moved up the rocky road.

– I sure hope we will not encounter those rascals!

The younger man kept looking around, ready to flee at the slightest sign of danger.

– Be quiet. The boss asked us to deliver those casks and we will comply!

The older man was pale but he kept walking briskly.

Suddenly, a sole shadow appeared in front of them.

The older man froze. And before the younger one could run for his life, countless silhouettes materialized all around them.

An aristocratic voice rose:

– Good morning gentlemen.

Slowly, dishevelled men dressed in smelly rags encircled the cart. Armed to the teeth, they threw wolfish smiles at the merchants. The two men fell to their knees:

– Please, have mercy! We are only clerks running errand!

The chief of the bandits did not care to answer them. He approached and took a close look at the load. Rising a suffisant brow he sneered:

– My my, sake casks? How kind of you!

The younger man opened his mouth:

– But it’s not…

Before he could finished his sentence, one of the brutes hit him.

– Silence fool!

The chief turned to his men:

– Come on you all, to work! Tonight, we’re getting drunk!

The bandits cheered, howling like hungry dogs. And they started unloading the cart.

The former samurais were careless, eager as they were to taste this providential alcohol after month of temperance and muddy water.

They knocked the casks together, turning them upside down. And at each bump, the strange humming sound rose and rose.

The older merchant grew paler and paler:

– Please be carefull!

The chief snarled nastily:

– This sake is ours now! If we wish to take a sip right here right now, we will!

And to prove his dominance, he barked:

– You! Open that cask!

His minion took his axe and started hitting the cask. With each blow, the humming grew louder, soon turning into a droning.

– What on earth…

Before the chief realised, the cask cracked open, releasing a black and golden swarm.

The two merchants threw themselves to the ground, protecting themselves as much as they could under their hats and kimono.

Thousands and thousands of bees, infuriated by the noise and blows which had disturbed their slumber, attacked. They surrounded the ragged men in a maddened dance, viciously stinging arms, and legs, and hands, and faces.

In the other casks, other bees buzzed angrily, ready to defend their sisters.

The bandits ran around, waving their weapons without success, some already yelling with pain. And the more they writhed, the more the bees carried on their onslaught.

In a matter of moments, the highwaymen scattered in the forest, fleeing in panic. Soon, only the two merchants remained, frozen on the ground, not daring to breath.

Slowly the bees’ fury quieted and they returned to their wooden home. On the ground, fallen insects proved how bravely the swarm had fought.

Shaking, the clerks used one of their kimono to cover the cracked cask. The younger one exclaimed:

– Believe me, I’ll never mock the boss again for putting hives into old sake casks !

And they say that, from this day on, bandits never raided Suzuka pass ever again.

Notes:

This folktale takes place near the 48th station of the famous Tokaido road. Suzuka pass was then a obligatory stop when traveling between Omi and Ise prefectures. I don’t know if bandits have truly haunted this area but it’s highly probable as during Edo period, peaceful times and banishment turned many samurais into ronin. Some settled down to quiet lives but others turned into dreaded city criminals and highwaymen, some terrifying whole regions.

In Japanese culture, bees are not revered as much as other insects and they are not often seen in tales. Their timid presence is probably due to the fact that beekeeping was introduced quite late in Japan. In ancient times, bees were nonetheless revered in some temple and used as offerings or for divination purpose.

Beekeeping became a popular pastime during Edo era with people keeping bees at home in makeshift hives made of rice straw… or in logs or old sake casks. I’ve found traces of bees associated with sake making, but I’ve not been able to find exactly why. Is it because bees were first kept in temple and as sacred as sake was? Or because sake brewers raised bees on their free time? Maybe to make brews like this modern one? The mystery is full and if you know more about it please share your thoughts

The Japanese honey bee is quite a gentle kind, and very different from its natural enemy the aggressive Japanese giant hornet. Tales though tend to mix those two species’ behaviours quite liberally (like today’s one!).

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[storyenthusiast]

I was tagged by @hermionejean thank you very much!! :)

birthday: march 31

gender: female

relationship status: single

hogwarts house: ravenclaw (although a friend of mine says i’m a total gryffindor?!)

time right now: 14:34 (that’s 2:34pm)

lucky number: 7

last thing I googled: when your otp becomes canon (ok this sounds weird let me explain: two of friends of mine were getting reaaaaaally close and i’ve been hardcore shipping them (in secret) since july and in like october, i couldn’t hold back and well long story short, my group of friends started shipping them too and annoying them with it and seriously, they are so cute together. their shipping name is Tori if anyone cares and well, yesterday they announced that they’re now officially together (which isn’t that much of a change to their behaviour before) and yeah i googled an appropriate reaction image to send them)

nicknames: Thea (which is what everyone calls me), Doro (if they want to be mean), Frodo (lasted a few weeks, established by my maths teacher) and many more that would need to much explaining

siblings: one older sister

height: 1,59m (that’s approximately 5′3′’)

favorite color: red

pets: a cat (his name is Romeo and i love him)

wake up and sleep times: when i have school: waking up at 6am (forcibly) or 8am (when it starts later) and going to bed at 10pm; when i have holidays waking up between 10 and 12 and sleeping at more or less midnight

average hours of sleep: see above and do some maths

love or lust: love

coke or pepsi: coke

day or night: both but if i have to choose: night

text or call: text 

make-up or natural: natural (as if i want to invest time into doing make-up every morning)

met a celebrity: i wish i had

smile or eyes: smile but also eyes

light or dark hair: dark but also light

shorter or taller: idc but if i have to choose taller but honestly, that’s not hard because i’m tiny

intelligence or attraction: intelligence i guess

chapstick or lipstick: neither but rather chapstick

city or country: small city

blankets I sleep with: one

last song I listened to: shape of you by Ed Sheeran (hahaha i already know it by heart im trash)

favorite band/artist: Queen

dream trip: UK (i’ve been to London (twice), Bristol, Bath and it’s so nice there i wanna go again)

favorite fictional character: Legolas (all-time fav) but so many others

what I’m wearing right now: ravenclaw sweat pants and slightly oversized red jumper

when I made this blog: i don’t remember

how many blogs I follow: 303

posts: 10,828

what do I post about: multi-fandom (atm mostly sherlock because new series but besides dw, spn, hp, lotr, merlin, marvel, star wars, percy jackson and a couple of other things)

when did your blog reach its peak? i think i can say that this post is my peak

why did you choose your URL: i was sick of my old one and i’m enthusiastic about stories of all kinds

BONUS: if you were transported to the world of the book you are reading now, where would you be? im reading Time Lord Fairy Tales (if you like DW, go read it) and atm, they’re on a weird planet of which i have forgotten the name but dw universe in general works for me

tagging:@destinyspoon @zowhoey @woudln @spielzeugkaiser @books-coffee-and-kittycats @adelaidebrook @10isalivingconversecommercial @cl0udwatcher

[destinyspoon]

I was tagged in a thing to talk about myself! Yay :) thank you so much @storyenthusiast!

birthday: 29th march 

gender: female

relationship status: single

hogwarts house: hufflepuff (with maybe 5% ravenclaw in there)

time right now: quarter to eight in the evening

lucky number: 3

last thing I googled: sherlock season 4 episode 2 (I finally caught up on the episode)

nicknames: nah don’t really have any, except for some abbreviations of my tumblr name in chat sometimes :)

siblings: nope

height: 161,5cm (it’s important to be exact in these things)

favorite color: gosh this question shouldn’t be so hard... uhm orange? sometimes yellow, often red, I love green, but when it comes to clothes black ... though recently I crave blue, especially light blue

pets: a few sneaky spiders, but I didn’t invite them

wake up and sleep times: my sleep schedule is all over the place. Ideally going to bed at midnight, though it’s usually 1am, and getting up between 8am and 10am (the last few weeks about half past nine)

average hours of sleep: eight to nine, I think

love or lust: love all the way

coke or pepsi: coke

day or night: depends on my mood, though with my sleep schedule i spend more time awake during darkness than when it’s light out (damn winter)

text or call: text, usually, though sometimes I wish people would call me again

make-up or natural: make-up (my skin isn’t so great and I’ve got confidence-issues, make-up is a must)

met a celebrity: uhm a German comedian, once or twice

smile or eyes: smile, usually, but tbh only if it’s sincere. I’d rather have no smile than forced smiles

light or dark hair: what I’m attracted to or what I have? I guess the second, usually dark hair because I’ve got light hair myself (you know what they say about opposites)

shorter or taller: don’t really care, but tall is good i guess

intelligence or attraction: intelligence

chapstick or lipstick: yes

city or country: oh god that’s hard... depends on my mood tbh, though I’m moving into a city soon so I guess I’d have to say city

blankets I sleep with: one to three

last song I listened to: One Day More, Les Mis

favorite band/artist: i really can’t pinpoint that, I love so many artists, sorry :/ though I’m in awe of Lin Manuel Miranda, does that count?

dream trip: London, I think?

favorite fictional character: probably someone from Harry Potter.... Albus Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron....  on some days Snape? McGonnagal definitely. 

what I’m wearing right now: oversized Dan & Phil cherryblossom sweater (it’s important to be exact with these things ;) ) and black comfy pants. Also cow socks, the cow socks are important.

when I made this blog: uhm... I think I was in twelfth grade, so.... three to four years ago?

how many blogs I follow: 592 (I’m out of control)

posts: 20739

what do I post about: different fandoms (HP, Sherlock, sometimes Doctor Who, lots of Merlin, sometimes Yuri on Ice, Kdramas, Lotr, Hobbit... I’m definitely missing things), music, politics, cute animals, shit I find funny ... tbh my blog is a mess

when did your blog reach its peak? this? it’s kind of sad but it’s the best I can do apparently :D

why did you choose your URL: that merlin scene where merlin gets whacked with a spoon

BONUS: if you were transported to the world of the book you are reading now, where would you be? i’m horrible and not reading any books at the moment. Last book I read would be Raven Cycles, so I’d be in the US which would at the moment be kind of stressful. Last fanfic would be Hogwarts, which would be a lot preferable tbh, if I could chose :D

tagging: whoever wants to do it, tbh :) please go ahead and do it and tag me so i can seeee! 

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Family Over Land

Summary: In the kingdom of Gaulia, there was a king and queen who had  triplets, two boys and a girl, the kingdom was overjoyed at having three new heirs to the kingdom. But one day, one of the princes and the princess disappeared, never to be seen for a long time. Ten years later, the remaining prince, sets off to find his long lost siblings, but little did he know that there is going to be a big betrayal...

 Once upon a time in a land hidden behind forest, mountains, and oceans, nestled a lavish magical kingdom. The kingdom was one of the most magical places on the planet, with fairies, goblins and elves living in it. Everyone in the kingdom was happy with their lives and the kingdom was filled with the bright laughter of its citizens.

The kingdom of Gaulia was ruled by a king and queen. They were the kindest and thoughtful monarchy anyone in the kingdom wanted. King Tiberius and Queen Aphrodite were a couple that truly loved each other. Whenever they made public appearances, the people of Gaulia stopped and stared, for they have never seen love so apparent and true.

After a few years of the royal’s marriage, the king and queen, and all of the kingdom, was blessed with triplets; two princes and a princess. The kingdom could not be happier, they had two heirs to the throne.

All was well for the next eight years, until one of the princes and the princess disappeared overnight, along with their parent’s happiness. The king and queen were heartbroken. The queen died a few months later due to grief, filling the kings heart of rage and sorrow.

The king, blinded by rage and grief, ordered the entire kingdom to go and search for the lost prince and princess, offering unmeasurable wealth to the person who found them. The search was continuous, days turned into months, months into years. But even the entire kingdom didn’t find the vanished eight-year olds. The once happy and kind king tuned into a melancholy and heartbroken man. The king became inaccessible most of the time, locking himself in his bedchamber most of the time.  He would not socialise with his people and became uninterested in running his country, still he did his best to return to the way he was

The remaining heir, Crown Prince Constantine, grew older without siblings or a mother. He had to endure his father’s overprotective behaviour, and the weight of being the future king of the country. Constantine’s most utmost desire was to imitate his father’s footsteps and be a great king like he was. He was the prince anyone would expect: generous, brave and handsome, but his father was unsure if he was destined to run the country. Since the triplets were born, the king had always favoured the other prince, even though he was the older heir. Constantine felt irate and found this infuriating.

Deciding to prove his worth to his father, Constantine vowed to find his long-lost siblings and return them to the kingdom.

………….

And so, the journey of the young prince began, he searched the deepest depths of the ocean, the driest parts of the desert and the highest peak of the sky. But still, he didn’t find his siblings.

One day, the prince came across a cave, a cave so deep and dark, one’s eyes would blind. Daring to enter the cave, the prince got out his florescent stone, gifted to him by his father, and walked into the cave. It wasn’t a place like any other, the magic in this cave was strong and dark and many dark creatures and plant stood in the way of the prince, but he was not frightened. His eyes only showed determination and strength.

After days of walking in the dusky dark cave, the prince came to an end. At the end was a curtain of leaves cascading down the opening. The prince was blinded by sudden brightness. He pushed the leaves apart. A room that looked suspiciously like a lair met the princes gaze. The room was covered with newspapers, every one of them showing infamous criminals.

Constantine walked to the desk that stood in the centre of the room. On the desk lay a crown, a crown meant for a child. On it, the symbol of Gaulia was carved proudly. The young prince recognised it as soon as he saw it.

The crown that the long-lost prince Alexander wore the night he disappeared. Constantine’s siblings were here.

As the prince was observing the tiny crown, he vaguely realized someone was breathing in his ear. He snapped around so fast, he collided with the person. The blow didn’t make him stumble but made the other person stagger.

It was an old woman. A woman that looked like she was a hundred years old, with warts all over her face, her nose was so tall, the prince was amazed it wasn’t broken yet.  “Crown Prince Constantine.” She began, her voice rough. “I have predicted that you will come her one day.”

The prince wasn’t going to bother with the ‘hellos’ and ‘how are yous’. “Where are my brother and sister?” he asked coldly. His anger and desperation to find his siblings impeded him to arrest the woman in front of him.

The woman let out a dirty insinuating chuckle. “Little baby pwince wants to get to point, does he?” she cooed in an irritating baby voice, it made Constantine’s teeth itch.

“Where are they?!” the prince roared. The old woman didn’t look at all affected, instead she smiled.

“Where are your manners, princie? Well, if you insist.” She clapped her hands twice. “Alex! Isabella!”

Constantine’s heart thumped. He was going to see his siblings after ten years. He had thought of how he should react if he saw his siblings before, but he couldn’t get himself to revise them now. He didn’t know how to react.

Before Constantine could do anything, a young woman and man appeared in front of him. Constantine’s mouth dropped. Here in front of him stood his siblings. Both had the same amber eyes and brown hair as him. They didn’t look malnourished, but they were dressed in rags, and bruises covered them. Both of them were staring at him, unblinking.

All was quiet until Isabella spoke. “Stan,” she stammered, and threw her arms around him. Constantine clutched her as if his life depended it. Constantine looked surprised that Isabella still remembered his old nickname.

He stopped hugging Isabella and went to embrace Alexander.

............

The triplets were united once more. Constantine didn’t dare let the old lady out of his sight. He cast a spell on her that enabled her to move, he expected her to be scared, but she laughed and smirked. The Crown Prince didn’t know how to feel about that. Since Constantine was a prince, he wasn’t unfamiliar with watching people die, and he had no problem at all killing the kidnapper of his siblings, but his siblings insisted that they do it themselves

..........

Prince Constantine walked along the ducky cave, his glowing stone in his hand. He couldn’t believe it, he had finally found his siblings, him of all people. His father looked very doubtful when he said that he will find his lost brother and sister. Now, when he goes back to the castle, he is going to be the hero of his kingdom.

Constantine walked with a smile on his face, it was a while before he realized that Isabella and Alexander were not following him. He stopped walking and looked around, confused, holding his stone in front of him.

Something hard hit the back of his head. The blow made him fall to his face, dropping his stone. Before he could do anything or call out his sibling’s names, the sight in front of him made his eyes widen and stop all speech.

Isabella and Alexander stood above him, smirking down. In Alexanders hand was Constantine’s florescent stone. The light made both of them look like something out of a horror film. “Isabella. Alexander. What are you doing?” Constantine asked, his voice tight and strangled.

“Did you really think that we are going to come with you to the palace and watch you be king? Did you honestly think that we are going to stand with you? “Isabella sneered.

Constantine didn’t know what to say. His breathing seemed to have stopped. The only words that he could say was. “Why?”

Alexander laughed. “All of this was a game, brother. We didn’t kill the old lady, she is basically a mother to us. Did you think that me and Isabella can watch you become king? I am going to be king. Say what, brother, once we kill you here, we are going to go to the palace and tell everyone that you saved us and died a noble death. Would that make you feel better? Being a hero?” Alexander smirked.

Isabella and Alexanders leering faces were the last thing Constantine saw before everything went black. Constantine could vaguely hear the cruel chuckles of his siblings. The pain at the back of his head was no match for the pain in his heart. How could they do this to him? Their own brother? Their own blood?

Anyone can betray anyone

That was the last though of Prince Constantine before her took his last breath.

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Hayley Atwell's life advice, “it’s not healthy to think you are not enough," will change YOUR life

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Hayley Atwell's life advice, “it’s not healthy to think you are not enough," will change YOUR life

Entering the presence of Hayley Atwell is like taking a soothing lay down in an incubator of empowerment. Radiating levels of warmth akin to her new co-star, Winnie The Pooh, Hayley isn’t short of comforting advice for a boy who is a former shadow of himself, the Monday morning after Wilderness Festival and is inevitably questioning life. Hayley, on the other hand, has just returned from the Dominican Republic where she has been watching Love Island in secret, “it’s my low brow escapism,” she tells me proudly. I knew she was a little bit of all of us.

However as the remnants of glitter on my face compliment the striped sequin pencil skirt Hayley has elegantly slipped into, it is all too clear that one of us is ‘winning at life’ more than the other. Aptly, Christopher Robin – where everyone’s favourite childhood bear returns to save the relationship between a grown-up Robin (played by Ewan McGregor) and his wife, Evelyn (Atwell) – deals with the trials and tribulations of that much discussed term, adulting.

As she sits before me animatedly dropping empowering intellect as if it’s her first language, Hayley assures me she hasn’t always had adulting down. “When I got my first flat at twenty-three, I just thought, ‘sh*t!’ You get to that point when you are younger when you just want to be an adult – I wanted to be really sophisticated with champagne and d’oeuvres! But the reality sunk in and I hated it – I was sh*t at it!”

Hayley quickly becomes the older sister I have never had and unbeknown to me before this interview, I was about to get the best reassurance for my own quarter-life crisis. Leaning in with a confessional tone Atwell says, “look, we are sh*t at adulting for a good ten years. I was always losing a phone. Always leaving a wallet somewhere. Everything was a bit chaotic no matter how hard I tried. Sometimes I would sit in front of the TV and think, ‘life is so hard. I can’t do basic things’”

However, the turning point came, for the mistress of a cracking period drama (Howard’s End, The Duchess and Brideshead Revisited spring to mind) when she side-lined the well-honed art of procrastination. “You go through years where the cost of procrastination becomes too sad and too pathetic. Then you realise you only have yourself to blame. Overcoming that is such a sexy feeling. Twenty-year-old me would look at me now like a god! When all things start coming together I just think, ‘yes I love myself!’ Ticking things off a list is just so good!” Get me a Filo-Fax and let’s call it a day already because on Atwell, organisation, has never looked so damn good.

Outside the comforting heritage of Claridge’s where we find ourselves, questions such as, ‘is this what life is actually about? Is this it?’ have been swirling around my mind for a while. At this point in the interview, it feels as if Hayley has taken up residence inside my brain, as she continues, “it’s not healthy to think you are not enough. You get to a point in your twenties if you have had that pressure of having that quarter-life crisis and thinking, ‘oh my god is this going to be my life now? I am never going to learn Spanish, play the piano or be an astronaut?” Don’t worry, Tim Peak, if you are reading this, I shan’t be jetting off to space for your job any time soon.

Hayley GOES IN: “facing the reality of your life is hard. Betty White said, ‘aging isn’t for p*ssies,’ and it really isn’t. Life is real, sh*t gets real and it gets realer. But when life is at higher stakes you discover things about your character. When you have to face yourself the most exciting part of your life begins. You have to practice standing on your own two feet even if it’s just within yourself emotionally. That growing up phase is f**king epic!”

The irony is that morning, at a 9am screening of Christopher Robin, I cried for a solid twenty minutes over my lost childhood watching Pooh mourn Robin skipping off to bording school. So, keen to be at one with growing-up IRL, I ask how thirty-six-year-old Hayley feels about herself right now. “I have just hit a sweet spot where all the things I was working for in terms of having good emotional health and mental health practices clicked. I have been able to say no and I have been more discerning about how I work, who I work with and what I will and will not put up with. Being able to spot behaviours and calling things out for what they are as opposed to going, ‘oh that person treated me that way because clearly, I am not good enough,’ has been life-changing.” Repeat after Hayley: just say NO already.

How did Hayley become so schooled in empowerment I wonder? The answer is quite simply – or not so simple for many – trusting her instincts. “People have their own answers to most things inside them anyway. It’s not so much about finding the people to tell you what the answer is but being brave enough to trust yourself and your own instincts about certain situations. Acting on those instincts is what creates empowerment.” Can we get some finger clicking inserted in here?

Then comes the moment when I realise that Hayley Atwell is the Oprah of British acting. Get ready to ‘gram this statement, “in order to build self-esteem we have to do estimable things. Even if that is the small things like getting one little piece of sh*t done like making your bed or fixing your breakfast.” Perhaps my Mum was onto something during my childhood when she kept banging on about making my bed after all – damn it!

It is highly evident Hayley is beyond comfortable in her own skin, so it’s fitting that the true meaning of Christopher Robin, as we mutually proclaim is, “that Pooh wants to hang out with you just as you are.” That is exactly what she would love to tell the young audience watching the film, too, “I would want to tell them they are enough as they are. The focus for boys and girls in this modern-day world is to constantly better themselves and it’s getting out of hand. It’s creating such incredible insecurity in our sense of self. We celebrate success, money, productivity and we then promote the best versions of ourselves on Instagram. We don’t see the work that goes behind that. So, I think it’s very easy for us – myself included sometimes – to not feel enough.” Queen.

Badassary seems to be Hayley’s new personality of choice, evident in how she landed her role in Christopher Robin. “I was on holiday when I got a call from the director, Mark Forster. I had really erratic signal on my phone on a boat in the Aegean Sea. The captain told me where a good signal spot was on the horizon. So I got on the back of a jet ski by myself. I was about to Skype with the director of Quantum of Solace, Monsters Ball and I just went, ‘Hey! Welcome to my office, this is how I do business. So, tell me about the movie!’ He was just like, ‘who are you?’ And there I was thinking, ‘I don’t even know any more Mark, this is how I roll!’”

Hayley has recently swapped her brunette locks for a divine shade of blonde, and it seems an apt personification of her ‘Sass-well’ character. Is this the secret to becoming a changed person? Flicking her lid around, Hayley exclaims, “people who change sh*t up have more fun! If you do something that’s different you suddenly feel that you are awake in a different way. That is how I feel about blonde hair – I just love new things!”

BRB I am now off to dye my hair blonde and be more Atwell. Meanwhile, Hayley is off to nail another monumental point in her career, “I have just been invited onto My Dad Wrote A Porno – my life is made!” You and me both, babe.

‘Christopher Robin’ is in cinemas now.