#rotting is hot and i don't want to hear otherwise

[eldrichfuck666]

cannibals are hot and this is why.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Fall mansion rambles

I'm just in a fall mood today so I wanted to do some fall-themed rambles because listen, listen, I feel like everyone in the mansion fucking loves fall.

They play different music year-round, and I feel like Liu as the resident jazz lover breaks out his jazz records and just plays them for everyone to hear and it sets the MOOD. The mansion feels so much cozier with the sound of Autumn jazz drifting through it, and it puts everyone at ease.

Then, the DECORATING. They go all out in the mansion for Halloween, and they do a mix of general fall decorations and Halloween decorations, everyone decorating the outside and inside of the mansion until they pretty much run out of decorations. Also, they totally have that one decoration from Target that says "I am Lewis" and he's right at the entrance of the mansion, I will not hear otherwise.

Tim and Slender really break into their fall baking, constantly making new pies and cookies for everyone to eat, and they get devoured. The two of them bake so many fucking pumpkin pies from September to the end of November that it's ridiculous, but every single one is eaten in like a day or two with how many people are in the mansion. I feel like Tim is the drink maker for everyone, and he's always making fresh hot cocoa or something that is pumpkin spice flavored for everyone to enjoy, and it just sets the mood so well. They light the fireplace and just all gather around it eating pumpkin pie and their respective hot drinks and it's the best vibe ever.

Speaking of pumpkins, by the way, DECORATING THEM! I feel like Helen helps everyone every year carve or paint their own pumpkins if they need help, and he supplies all of the tools for it. Slender takes them all to a huge pumpkin patch and lets every single creep pick out a pumpkin or two that they really want and they all have a good time running through the pumpkin fields. I can just see them all sitting together at Slender's long ass dining table, every creep making their own pumpkin. I think they would all be set out on the porch, all stacked together and placed wherever anyone wants theirs to be, and if any of them start rotting they'll make another one to replace it. I feel like Toby gets the most excited about carving and painting pumpkins and I can see him decorating at least like 10 of them by the time Halloween rolls around. If he could he'd do more than that but I feel like he tries not to go too overboard.

Then all the talk of who's dressing up for Halloween, and what everyone is going to be going as. I feel like I could see Trender stopping by and literally offering to make everyone's costumes for them like it's a yearly tradition for him to just show up randomly with a fuck ton of supplies, and I can see Jason pitching in and helping too. The two of them just spend their free time customizing everyone's costumes exactly how they want them, talking and chatting over some tea and the piles of fabric in front of them.

I don't know why specifically, but I just get the vibe that fall into winter is the happiest time of the year in the mansion as a whole, not that they don't have spring and summer joyful times, but I just feel like the vibes are so good that everyone is more relaxed. They're all calm and at peace and content, with less fighting, less sadness, just wonderfully calm cool fall times.

[w3irdo666]

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

PART 1/PART 2/ PART 3

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!reader

Warnings: None?

Notes: So sorry that i didnt post for sooooo long.Enjoy!!!(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

"Sera, listen! I'm begging you! You can't just take it like this and let it continue!"

You followed the woman down the hallway. The meeting went badly, the angels couldn't hear Charlie.Your voice was slightly strained, you were on the verge of a breakdown. A little more and you would feel tears flowing down your cheeks. You learned the terrible truth that it turns out that demons are regularly exterminated. This is brutal. Even for demons. "That's enough, I don't want to hear anything more." The seraphim said, not even caring enough to look at you. "But Sera-"

"ENOUGH."

Sera suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you. Her wings opened behind her. Her face was full of annoyance. You were slightly taken aback. Tears flowed down your cheeks. “But why... This is not right... We, angels... are worse than demons...”

“You are forgetting your place. Don’t repeat this mistake, otherwise the same thing will happen to you as Lucifer.” Her voice echoed in the corridor. You looked down at the floor. Yes, you were an archangel, but your words did not carry as much weight as Sera’s words.You just had to agree with Sera's words "Yes, forgive me, it won't happen again..."

“I really hope so...Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do. I'm busy. I hope you understand that." Without waiting for your answer, the woman turned around and walked away down the corridor.Your shoulders trembled slightly. You sobbed. You quickly headed towards your room, not wanting anyone to see you.

Slamming the door behind you, you rushed to the bed and collapsed face down. You began to cry. Hot, salty tears soaked into your bed, leaving a wet spot. You felt bad. It hurt from understanding that even the angels don’t know how to get to heaven, it hurts that they don't want to give people a second chance. Well, not everyone deserves it, but many do.

Several hours passed. All this time you cried quietly, hiding your head in the bedspread.Having found a little strength within yourself, you rose slightly and sat up on the bed. Still sobbing, you wiped away your tears. No, you can’t do that. You can’t just suffer. You can’t pave the way with suffering alone, you’ll only go deeper into the darkness.

You spent the rest of the day in your room thinking about how to act more wisely... You wanted justice, but the limitations of actions were suffocating you. You could give up on expulsion and still stand in your position... But they still might not hear you. Looking at your reflection in a cup of tea, you thought what would happen if they didn’t understand you. You will be expelled just like Lucifer.. Lucifer, oh, how you miss him. You would give anything to see him again. Hear his laughter, see his warm eyes..You sighed and continued drinking tea.

What are you without these wings? Nobody. In hell, you are no one. Absolutely no one. You were afraid of this. No matter how close you were to the idea of ​​giving up on everything and continuing to stand your ground, you understood how stupid it would be. What if Lucifer forgot you? What if he doesn't want to see you? Then you will rot in this hell like a lost soul.But still, it is the only solution...

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

"Do you think...Demons can be redeemed?" The guy said looking into the distance. The wind played with his hair and the sun made his hair shine. The girl looked at his face without taking her eyes off. She was hypnotized by his beauty.

“Probably...I'm not sure..” The girl said quietly, as if in a whisper.The man smiled. "I don’t know either. But you know..." He turned his head to look at the girl. "I hope... No, I believe. I believe that sinners can be redeemed. Everyone should have the right to a second chance..." The girl smiled too. "I agree with you."

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

When Lucifer opened his eyes, he felt wet traces of tears on his face. He cried. He cried in his sleep seeing you there.

"y/n..."

He sighed and got out of bed. Somehow putting on his clothes, he went out onto the balcony. He had no strength. No, he didn’t want to sleep, but his body felt so heavy... He raised his head to the sky... Red the sky of hell in which heaven is slightly visible. Oh, how he wanted to know what was wrong with you... How is your life. He would give anything to see you again...

Notes: Weellll, i hope you liked it!!! Sorry that i posted it a lil' late.. Today, at February 26 was my birthday, so yeah, i spent almost whole day with my family, heh. (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

[apollostears]

𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐴 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 ＃︎！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐟𝐛 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎, 𝐞𝐦𝐨!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰/ 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐮, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐰

❤︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✉︎ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: Y/n is a childhood friend of Yuuji's and is always over at his house to hang out with him, which also means she sees Choso almost every day. It's not a surprise that she develops a crush on the man. I mean....who wouldn't? The multiple tattoos decorating his body, the way he walks around the house without a shirt and his dark grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Don't even get me started on his V-line and pink nipples. For some reason though, he never has anyone over. For all the years y/n has known him, he has never brought a single girl over. Is he-? No, it can't be...But what if..what if he's a virgin??? Nah, that's impossible. Who wouldn't want to fuck this hot emo?! All of her questions are soon to be answered when one night when y/n is sleeping over, she passes Choso's room and hears him...moaning? It seems like he's having a hard time....she should help him...that's the right thing to do, right? (Sorry if this is all over the place </3 I've been going thru a Choso brain rot after reading a few fanfics.) - a mega slay xx

Choso Kamo was easily the hottest man you had ever seen, and that’s saying a lot because even after two full years at college, none of the boys on campus came close to Yuji’s older half-brother. His tatted body and pierced skin should’ve deterred you, as your parents would have a heart attack if you got with that kind of man, but something about the pale boy just made you lose all common sense. 

Maybe that’s why you lingered a little too long at Choso’s door that night. Yuji’s room was two doors down, where Nobara and Megumi slept in a dogpile on his bed with Yuji at the base. You were only stepping out to get a drink, but everything was so much louder at night. 

You could hear the staccato breathing behind the door perfectly. The wet sound of slick being smeared around in the palm of Choso’s hand. You wondered if his tip was as pretty a pink as his nipples were, a soft pink contrasting his emo persona. The thought made your cunt throb in need, your own nipples becoming tight in a desire to see what you’re hearing. 

But it was wrong! Spying on a young man who’s never had the touch of a woman before. Why hadn’t Choso ever asked you to take his virginity? You always wondered why he never brought a girl home. And at first, you assumed he was gay. But, one peak into his bedside drawer when you were looking for a hair-tie told you otherwise as you saw the outdated porno magazine underneath a slew of junk. That revelation was all you needed to confirm that the tall and mysterious Choso, was a virgin. 

Which made it all the more difficult to leave when you heard his moans. Such a pretty sound coming from his lips, you couldn’t help but bite yours in suppression. This was getting sick! You were one moan away from reaching your hand into your own underwear and matching your fingers with the speed of his strokes. 

Then the unmistakable sound of your name came from behind his door, and your eyelids softly fluttered shut at the sound. He sounded even better than you could have ever imagined. And he was such a pervert too. A needy whine broke through, tiny and discreet but more than you had intended. You knew then it was time to go, but it would be callous to leave the virgin to satisfy his needs, right? When he so desperately called on you to make him cum. 

So, with a steady hand, you gently turned the knob and opened the door to Choso’s dark room. His deep purple lights were on, and soft rock music barely played audibly, but you weren’t focused on that. No. You were focused on the dick being rubbed on in front of you. 

“F-fuck! Shit!” Choso stuttered as he finally noticed your presence in his room. 

He knew he needed to stop and tried to, but seeing you look at him with such lust in your eyes sent him over the edge. Instead of cowering in shame for being a desperate slut, Choso came in his hand instead. 

Closing the door behind you, your feet carried you over to his bed, where he was panting softly, his chest a dusty rose color. And his nipples were pink and erect. 

Kneeling on the bed, just by his thighs, you spoke, “You made such a mess, Cho.” 

Choso whimpered in response, body tight with anticipation as his hand stayed clutched around his cock. His eyes were wide as he looked at you, all innocent and ashamed. But there was a need there too. A hunger that he only wanted you to fill. 

You brought your hand down on his inner thigh, your decorated nails lightly scratching the skin, causing him to shiver. “Come on. Let Mommy see the mess you made.” 

Mommy. Fuck, that word flooded Choso with so much want he practically yanked his hand away from his semi-hard cock. Pre was gathering at his tip as if he didn’t just empty his balls two minutes ago. Choso watched you marvel at his dick, his tip twitching under your lustrous gaze. 

“So pretty, baby,” you cooed. “Can I taste you, angel?”

Choso’s bones trembled as he inhaled a shaky breath, anxious about what would happen next. He wanted to hide and never speak to you again, but he wanted you so bad. He didn’t want to miss his chance. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy. You can taste me.” Choso said the words slowly, hesitantly. But, from your smile, he felt more confident in his actions. 

For the first time that night, you leaned forward and planted a soft kiss onto Choso’s slightly chapped lips. Cool metal contrasted with the searing heat of your lips. The kiss was over too soon for Choso’s liking, but he didn’t wanna be needy. Not that you would mind. This was what you touched yourself thinking about. 

You left a trail of tiny kisses down Choso’s body, stopping to suck each of his nipples into your mouth and curl your tongue around the pierced buds. His whines and moans were soft and cute, going straight to your cunt as you licked the cum from his hand. 

Choso could have come again just watching you eat his cum like it was the finest meal. Your warm, wet mouth enveloped his fingers happily, and he ached for his dick to be next. Your moans were low and obscene, the last of his cum on his hands licked up by your tongue. 

“Taste sooo good, Choso! My sweet boy.” Your praise went straight to his heart and his dick. 

He wanted to beg you to touch him. To beg you to sit on his face and allow him your pussy as his first. Choso wanted to cum everywhere on and in you. He wanted you to take away his innocence and only make him desperate for you. 

Choso craved you. 

A small yelp came from him at the feel of your hand stroking his cock. “Hmm, your tip is the same shade as your nipples. Seems I was right.” You mused. 

What? Have you thought about his cock? The thought alone made his eyes roll, and a deep moan came from him. “Please, Mommy!” His hips were starting to move slightly with every move of your hand. 

“Shh shh shh. I got you, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you, ok?” You said reassuringly, your head dipping down to lick the pre-cum off his tip. 

And all the little virgin could do was cry and moan as you had your way and pleased him repeatedly the whole night. Becoming the first girl to have sex with the hot emo, Choso Kamo. 

𝐰𝐨𝐰.

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[scaryscarecrows]

Antoine never thought about how many times a night people swallowed, but he's now painfully aware that the answer is 'a metric fuck-ton'.

He was up all night, feeling like he'd gargled broken glass every time his throat worked (and not feeling much better now) and that's probably why his brain-to-mouth filter isn't working so hot.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Hiding from Deathstroke," the Knight admits. "He's on a roll about the napalm again. If I tell him I'm keeping you in the loop, he won't follow me. I hope."

It's not funny. It really isn't. Deathstroke is an asshole of the highest order and a creep, in Antoine's humble opinion.

"Why did you hire him?"

"Contingency. Talk less, you sound like death."

Antoine, still bitter about being stuck in here, only half-forces a series of coughs.

"That fuckin' cyclops," he wheezes, "is the worst contingency."

"Stop talking."

No. He wants to hide in here from his bad life choices, he suffers the consequences.

"You're paying him enough not to get bought out, right?"

"Hopefully."

Humph.

Ugh, his throat hurts. It's the kind of all-encompassing misery that sweeps over his tongue and into his teeth. He's not even that miserable otherwise (shut up, Mark, it's his iron constitution, not that ghastly goop), but this...this sucks.

When he levers himself up for water, he finally gets a look at what the Knight's been sketching.

"The fuck is that."

"A tunnel borer."

...

"Why."

"An exploratory team found one." Scritch-scritch-scritch. "I want Clyde to make it go faster."

"Contingency?"

"Mm-hm."

Christ.

"Better than Deathstroke." The Knight huffs a laugh. "Seriously. What even happened to his eye? Did it rot out, like that white supremacist's?"

"No."

Huh. Guess he did decide to follow, after all.

He sounds pretty pissed, but Antoine's throat hurts too much to care. Besides, don't eavesdrop and you won't hear people talking shit.

"Knight." The boss hums. "Your elite squadron's leader is nowhere to be found and I need to assess them."

Riley may or may not even be on base, now.

"I'll find him," the boss says curtly. Deathstroke makes an irritated noise but steps back outside. "Ugh."

"Have fun with Deathstroke, sir."

"At least I didn't piss him off."

Eh. Worth it.

[hopefulstarfire]

I'd like to hear some of your headcanons about Miho and Duke! :D

Ask and ye shall receive buddy!!!! 💖

I'm gonna so some single headcanons for each of them and then ship hcs bc I got fucking brain rot for them.

Miho

Okay in the manga it is mentioned that Miho actually is a student librarian and I fully believe this girl is actually a huge bookworm. She loves fantasy and romance novels and always has a ton of books she loves to reccomend and would be an active part of booktok. She also probably adores shojo manga.

She owns every Bridgerton novel too you cannot convince me otherwise. She binges that show like it's the end of the world. She wants a regency era dress so bad. And a tiara.

Everyone kinda treats her as ditzy but I think she's smart in a lot of things that no one gives her credit for or sees as useful. She's actually really good at literary analysis and she's really good at making her own little knick knacks that make her happy. I think she just gets caught up in her own mind and her own daydreams she kinda just doesn't give as much attention or thought to conventional things or sometimes people's emotions but she tries so hard.

Would probably actually be a jack of all trades in several different areas bc she also picks up on her friends hobbies.

She always wants to go to Build A Bear with her friends so they can make plushies that can be besties.

Got into ttrpgs bc she thought Ryou was cute and wanted to impress him. Stayed bc she got genuinely invested and is actually a very active and dedicated player.

Miho looks like the girl that has the froggy chair from animal crossing in her bedroom. I think she'd love frogs.

She also gives trans girl vibes and I love that for her.

Duke

This boy gets the bougiest cologne he can fucking find and wears it like a badge of honor. Even if he does still dress like he shops at early 2000s Hot Topic.

Duke had to have been a theater kid. Look at him. That kid was Charlie in his middle school production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and now he's got main character syndrome.

I fully believe Duke is like. Nb or gender fluid. Just a vibe I get.

His favorite bonding time is going to drive his buddies to Taco Bell at 1 in the morning for a food run while they're blasting music in his convertible. He just loves the fun aspect of it and then the quality time of going to park somewhere and just sitting out and talking on a spring or summer night when it's warm and the stars are shining brightly.

He's the only one in the friend group who has an A in math like he's the only one allowed to do math.

Has a secret tattoo that only the dnd gang know about no one else is ever allowed to know, it is a secret to be taken to the grave.

Is not afraid to yell self confidence into you.

Miho/Duke (I AM ACCEPTING ANY SHIP NAME NOMINATIONS BC I HAVE YET TO FIND IT AND THEY DESERVE ONE)

They are both poly and established early on its okay to date other people as long as they keep open and honest communication and also they get to help pick out each other's outfits so they look their best.

They are super cuddly all the time like they will be on the couch just sprawled out together or Miho sitting in Dukes lap they just always wanna cuddle.

Miho and Duke doing each others makeup would be perfection.

Their first anniversary Duke takes her to a Bridgerton themed ball and got her the perfect dress and it was the sweetest thing.

All the self care / spa day dates all the time.

They flirt all the time and have cutesy pet names for each other and it's the really corny ones like Dukey-kins and Shnookums.

Matching/coordinated outfits for big events all the time.

They would be the aunt and uncle in the future that show up after a trip across Europe with all the presents and also pick you up after like 2nd period for food and don't take you back to school.

[rororxns]

I want to slice his skin

should I go back to praying?

I don't know what to be saying

you wanted me to be rude

you know spirits that you listen to

I remember when I first felt your flat stomach

I remembered hearing them say

but I couldn't give a fuck

I felt them leave me that day

your hands touched me

and I felt like I was alight

all I wanted was some company

and maybe more than love that night

and I hear them telling me not to touch the flame

and I knew only water kept moths away

and I knew better than to touch your face

but you did it anyway

anyway,

your fingers touched my lips

and found their way between my teeth

I stained you with my disdain

my sadness, my tears, my pain

you took away my despair only to fill it with mist and Spring rain

you took my December longing

twisted it into my autumnal flame

you poured over my loves, my losses

as if a Summer day

but you're too hot it burned my skin

and left me rotting from within

the third degree burns

I have them on my knees

I'd beg you to treat me

the way you did on the first day

but I don't beg, I'm made for yearning

so I push you far away

if you want me,

you need to electrify my body

make me feel like a breath

that should be stolen from nobody

and when you kiss my lips

you should do it hard and with conviction

and make the feelings disappear

make me think I need to improve my diction

and make it known that I am here

otherwise, walk away

I don't need your tears

I'd wipe yours

but I have my fears

so disappear

va te faire enculer, mon cher

[whltlock]

Hi, I wanted to say I love your Jason Todd writings because they are so sweet and keep my Jason Todd brain rot alive. I don't know if you're taking requests but I always thought it would be funny if like a nurse became a close friend but oops they like each other. Anyways, I'll stop rambling ahhaa. I love your writing <3 Don't ever stop!

A/N: this prompt gave me mega claire/matt vibes so that's where i drew inspo from! also, i think this gif set and this one are fitting of the story, too.

You’ve barely had time to strip off your gloves and wash your hands when Leslie slips into the treatment room. You readily meet her gaze because it’s not often she drops in without notice.

“Your favourite patient’s here,” she says, and the edge of her mouth curls in amusement.

Your eyes roll because it’s the second damn time this week. With an exhale, you say, “Send him in.”

There’s almost no lag between her thumb jerk and the Red Hood sauntering into the room. Although it’s more of a limp, but just as confident. Leslie closes the door behind her.

“What do I have to do to get you to stay away?” you ask, exasperated as he manoeuvres around you and towards the gurney.

His movements are slightly clumsy as he sits himself down. You can’t read his expression, but you can hear the playfulness of his tone. “Oh, you think my getting hurt is all about you, huh?” His tongue clicks. “Typical.”

You fight a smile as you knock on his helmet. “What’s wrong with you?”

“You want it alphabetical? Or rated best to worst?”

Your hand lands on his shoulder. “Jason,” you say in warning, despite the fact that you find him a little charming when he’s being a supreme dipshit.

“Maybe I jus’ wanted to see you.”

Your mouth dries up while you wish his face was visible. Maybe your minds are connected, because he takes the bucket off in the next moment. His expression is more earnest than you anticipate.

“C’mon, where’s it hurt?” you prompt as you try to wash away the flutter of your heart.

“Here,” he says, and his fist bumps against his left breast.

“What happened?” you ask, eying his chest. His uniform looks suspiciously intact.

“Well, one day I saw this hot nurse, and I’ve just never been the same since—”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you groan, head tipped back. His arm slithers around your scrubs and he pulls you into him before you can escape. The heat of a mission gone awry keeps you from dislodging yourself. You sigh as you grab his chin. “You’re not usually one for lying,” you murmur.

Jason swallows now, eyes on yours. “No, I’m not,” he agrees quietly.

You hum, thinking the closeness over as your forefinger taps his jaw. He leans inwards, trying to solve the puzzle for you.

You let him.

His lips are wind-chapped and taste vaguely of sweat, but you wouldn't expect otherwise. It’s not bad, either. It’s kind of addicting, really. It makes you smile because that’s who he is, down to the very core.

Disappointingly, the press of his mouth disappears all too soon.

Jason waits until you look at him again before he admits, “Sorry, sweetheart. Shoulder’s dislocated. Wanna help with that?”

You shoot him an unimpressed look. He should’ve led with that.

His mouth quirks. “And maybe you can kiss me better afterwards?”

In response, you glance at the drawer where the scalpels are kept.

[angel-anoetic]

Hey! 🌿 here, I've been having Jack Manifold brain rot recently. He's so pretty and genuine and has such a nice singing voice. And then I was struck with this idea of Jack and Reader being reincarnated souls of dryads who waltz to save the world when the egg takes over and reset the timeline minus the corruption that happened and only Foolish remembers (because he's a god) even if you don't write it, thank you for writing all of my requests, it means a lot to me! ❤️

hey hey 🌿! i too have had jack manifold brain rot or it might be the gender envy but anyways- his voice is so pretty. Anon, you always give me the best writing prompts to and i always love writing your requests! i hope you enjoy !!

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c!JackManifold x gn!Reader - Saving Souls

genre: /rom, soulmates almost (?), fantasy, Dreamsmp au

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed anything)

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The first time you had noticed any kind of power, you were maybe 5 years old. It wasn't too obvious at first, things that could be passed off as mere coincidence Leaves seemingly following you, flowers turning to face you.

But you couldn't ignore the big signs, the bigger things. Vines growing around you, the flowers you picked immediately sprouting a few more in their place.

It scared you, but over time you got used to it. It gave you something to do on the hot summer days and cold winter nights. Spring gave you the most power and let them flourish, literally and metaphorically.

It had been some years ago when you met a young man who went by the name Jack Manifold. It was a nice day and you decided to cross the river that surrounded your home when you came upon a field of flowers after walking for a few minutes.

There were so many that you could feel their energy fill your veins. But there was something else. Someone. An energy that matched your own, too powerful to be a plant or a part of the Earth. Then he appeared, seemingly from nowhere. A tree a few yards away suddenly a boy.

From there had blossomed, no pun intended a friendship and relationship that held so much power. You two had grown and helped each other through work through the cons of your powers. Learned how to control them before they controlled you.

So one day when you received a message from an old friend regarding a certain evil that had taken over his friends and one of his homes, you couldn't ignore his call.

You and Jack showed up a few days later, and after a brief meeting with Foolish, you considered your options as you and Jack walked to the Egg's resting place.

"Maybe we could find if its core, and if we're lucky it'll be plant-based. Or Foolish did say that there are lots of vines and other plants surrounding it. We can just bury it so deep it won't be a problem ever again."

"No, Foolish wants it gone, and I think we should exhaust all of our options, whether we destroy the Egg or not."

As you two made your way to the Egg, people began to stop and consider the new visitors. Some looked tired, others just seemed angry or upset.

Then you two found it. The entrance to its resting place. Its red color illuminating what otherwise would have been a darkroom underneath the SMP. Vines and some other plants that you weren't sure you had ever seen.

"Oh my god." You looked at Jack, his eyes glowing against the room's tainted glow.

"What is it?"

"This is worse than what I would have expected, Y/N. These plants...I've only seen them once before in a very bad place. But it could work to our advantage."

You both made your way down the stairs, the sight of the Egg pushing beyond what you could have ever imagined. It stood tall, and the pure energy and heat that it gave off were almost enough to make anyone tired.

You began to feel a sense of panic rising in you, your hands slightly shaking at the sight of the object.

You felt the energy rushing out, towards the palm of your hands as a small flutter of energy found its way to the ground. As soon as the small seeds touched the ground, they grew into enormous green and white flowers.

A terrible scream suddenly emitted from the room, one that neither of you could hardly understand.

"Y/N, do that again."

"W-What?"

"The flowers, help them grow, just like those."

You focused on the type of flower, seeing it in your mind, then three more sprouted out of the original one.

Another scream filled the room.

"Alright, I have a plan. I'm not sure it will work but I do know it's worth a chance."

You couldn't look away from the Egg. It was like a monster staring you down, one that you were seconds away from fighting.

Jack turned to you, grabbing your face gently, rubbing his thumb against your cheek.

"Hey," he whispered, "It's alright. We are gonna take care of this in no time and help so many people. And we're gonna come out of it together. Okay?"

You nodded, grabbing his hands with your own, leaning into his energy.

"Alright, the plan is simple. I am going to try and manipulate these plants and grow the ones you just did. The Egg, it doesn't like the sight or the addition of plants that aren't connected to it. So while I'm carrying that out you need to start making something to protect us. I don't care what it is, how big it is, as long as it's strong enough to get us through a really bad thing. Can you do that for me?"

"I can do that."

You both smiled until Jack spoke. "Then let's do this."

Jack picked one of the flowers and one of the crimson plants that encased the room. He placed them gently together in front of the Egg and began to focus on transforming them into whatever he could.

You on the other hand began to pull together whatever plant matter you could find. Some pieces of wood and plants you had never even seen in your life still seemed to bend your will with just a little resistance. A small burrow was slowly being formed around you. When you looked up you could already see Jack had formed a large hybrid of the red and white plant which was now surrounding the Egg in a spiral.

The screams returned, nearly knocking Jack off his feet. He was a mess, the focus combined with the pure power that he needed to do what he needed was taking its toll slowly but surely.

Eventually, the Egg's screams, while still loud, became weaker, and a sudden rumbling came from the ground around you both.

"Jack! Jack get in here!" You screamed from your makeshift plant and wood bunker.

"Just a minute!" He continued his work, the vines and leaves already infiltrating the Egg's core.

You looked up, the ceiling above you caving in slowly. Right above Jack.

All he felt was the large vine wrap around his waist, then a harsh pull as he fell next to you within the bunker, moments away from the boulder that nearly crushed him.

"Keep going! It's not over yet."

You turned your attention away from the bunker and began to help Jack. The screams had to be the worst part. Your ears were basically going numb. You weren't even sure if Jack could hear your encouragements or if you were even talking.

All you know is that both of you were trying, the shaking of the ground was strong, and a sudden bright light was exploding from the Egg.

Then silence.

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You were the first to wake up. The ringing was still in your ears, but less powerful and daunting. Jack was situated against you, sleeping peacefully.

You leaned back against your arms and tried to shake him awake. Eventually, he stirred up, and you were able to clear away your shared 'bunker'.

After you made your way back up you saw the change immediately. The skies seemed happier. People were less scared to move about town.

You and Jack walked around, people greeting you as you did. You spotted Foolish atop a hill.

When you finally met him up there he smiled.

"Y/N, thank you so much. It happened. Whatever you two did...it worked." The tears filled his eyes as he engulfed both you and Jack in a hug.

"I don't know what you did, but no one here even seems to know what happened. It's like they went to bed and woke up new people. A fresh start."

You laughed. "That's great Foolish. I'm happy we could help. It was all Jack in the end."

You both turned to each other, the light in both of your eyes new.

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 8

Let me in

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets emotional

Warnings: swearing, feelings

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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Life at the tower was...tiring, to say the least. During my free time I often found myself in the gym, lobbing knives at a target and trying my hardest not to biting one in Steve's chest every time he would correct my technique. When I wasn't trying to murder the avenger in cold blood, I was usually dragged into things by the other: briefings and debriefing for missions I'd never go on, my dad's parties, group training sessions and study periods with Bruce in his labs to name a few.

But for now, I was huddled in my rooms - fresh out of a hot shower after a brutal two hour training session and four mile run with Natasha - curled up on my bed and attempting to catch up on a few of the films I'd missed. But the exhaustion and drowsiness clouded my eyes, the noise from the TV merely in the background as I felt my eyes growing heavier by the second.

A sharp knock at the door snapped my out of my lowsey state, the people movie across the screen simple a blur of colour as my eyes darted past the tv and over to the door.

"Mr Stark is waiting at your door. Would you like me to let him in?" FRIDAY's evenly calm voice chimed, making me groan and mumble a 'no' into my pillows. The last person I wanted to see right now was my dad.

"Come on kid, let me in." My dad called from the other side of the door, and I could practically hear him roll his eyes and shake his head when I stayed silent. When he spoke again, it wasn't directed at me. "FRIDAY, override command and open the door."

"Wait! That's hardly fair!" I whined like a five year old, groaning again when the door swung open and my dad stood on the other side, quite clearly just as exhausted as I was.

"Get used to it, kiddo. Life isn't fair." Tony chided, walking over to my bed. I tried to shuffle away slightly when I felt the bed dip, my dad perching on the edge as his eyes scanned over the room. "I see you haven't decorated yet." He commented casually, as if nothing had ever happened between us.

"Yeah, well, I thought It'd be a shame to spend so much time on something when you're probably waiting to kick me out anyway." I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, y/n? Ever since you got back you've been-"

"Acting different?" I cut in, and when Tony simply swallowed thickly I nodded. "Funny that, seeing as I was kidnapped and tortured for three years. Not to mention made to kill people for another year after that."

"Y/n I'm sorry..."

"But you're not! You can't be, otherwise you'd actually have tried to save me, rather than leaving me to rot!" My voice cracked, tears pricked at my eyes and I now sat up straight in my bed, facing my dad but not looking him in the eye. "And you can't change that, you can't go back in the past and fix your mistake. And trying to fix it now sure as hell won't work, so I suggest you leave before I'm tempted to use you as my target for my training session tomorrow." I raised my voice, eyes now keeping his captive as the tears rolled freely down my cheeks.

"Oh, kid, they broke you." Tony murmured, cupping my cheek with his hand, eyes swimming with sorrow. Sorrow that I didn't want.

"You can't fix me either, because I'm not broken!" I said harsher now, voice only getting louder. "I don't need to be fixed..." I trailed off, voice barely above a whisper Joe as my eyes broke the contact, averting to my lap as the tears dropped onto the bed sheets.

That's how I found myself in my fathers arms, face pressed against his shoulder as the sobs made my body shake, hiccups escaping me as I tried to speak.

"A-all I needed W-was my D-dad, and yo- you took him f-from me!" I wailed, hands clutching my dad's shirt and his arms wrapped protectively around my shoulder, hands rubbing circles over my back soothingly.

"I know, kiddo. I'm sorry."

...

"Who is that?" Clint frowned, staring at the pictures scattered over the table in front of Natasha and Steve as they studied them deeply,  brows creased in thought.

"Our newest pain in the ass." Tony answered for them, slapping a thick folder down in front of Clint as he said so. The marksman was quick to pick it up, flicking through the documents, news stories and information sheets greedily.

"The...winter soldier?" He asked, looking at the three superheroes in front of him as if they'd gone mad. "But he's a ghost story!"

"I've seen him. Been shot by him, actually." Nat said, an sadistically proud smirk forming on her lips with her last words, almost as if it were an achievement.

"We're trying to find out more about him, maybe that way we can beat him." Steve explained, sitting back in his chair with crossed arms as he huffed in defeat, sick to death with staring at the same five pictures all morning.

Y/n walked in, a skip in her step as she crossed the room to Tony.

"Morning, dad." She greeted, placing a quick kiss to his cheek and heading over to the cupboard to grab a mug. Clint and Natasha frowned in confusion, looking between the two as if they'd witnessed pigs fly.

Tony shrugged, y/n too preoccupied with making herself a coffee to notice the avengers' reactions. When her coffee was done, y/n swiped her mug from under the machine and sipped happily, letting out a content sigh before wandering over to stand behind Natasha.

"What are you working on?" She asked, peering over the spy's shoulder to get a glimpse of the pictures.

A loud smash crashed through the room, Tony's eyes widening in shock and Natasha jumping from her seat in order to not get covered in spilt coffee. Y/n stood paralysed, eyes never leaving the photo in front of her as she started at the Soldier. Steve frowned deeply, studying the girl as her eyes glossed over with with what seemed to be...sadness.

Clint was already at her side, a comforting hand on her shoulder as they all asked y/n what had happened and if she was alright. It was like a constant ringing in her ear interrupted their words before they reached her ears, and y/n suddenly felt nauseous as she starred at the bright red star on the soldier's arm, his long and messy dark hair shrouding his face and his leather clad, muscular body. Only his cerulean blue eyes could be seen, the rest of his face covered in a black mask she didn't usually see him in.

"I-I need some air." She stuttered, stumbling blindly out of the room and down the stairs, tipping over a few steps from the bottom and tumbling down the last few. She quickly pulled herself to her feet, hearing still ringing and vision offset, hazy, as she scrambled for the double glass doors. Luckily they already stood open, so she flew through them and out into the busy streets of New York.

Y/n found herself colliding will someone almost instantly, angry shouts of 'hey, watch it!' And 'look where the fuck you're going, kid!' Being called after her like a chorus as she pushed through the bustling people.

She finally stopped, dropping to her knees and simply staring straight ahead, no intended subject in her line of vision as she tried to comprehend the-the grief, at seeing the a soldier's face again.

It had only been two weeks, and yet two weeks without him, his touch, his scent - it felt like an eternity to y/n now. She hasn't registered what her feeling meant for him before, liking him beyond a source of comfort had just felt...wrong, after all he'd done, and yet y/n couldn't deny it.

She was in love with the Winter Soldier, and she didn't even know his name.

...

I wasn't aware of when someone had found me, nor of how they got me back to the tower or even how I was now stood staring blankly out of the window that stood next to my bed. I gazed longingly, almost as if I stared long enough, hard enough, he'd appear.

But of course he wouldn't, he was probably half way across the world, knowing HYDRA. A soft knock on my door and my head was turning, facing my visitor with a look of pure grief and want. Desperate, unhinged want that could eat you up from inside out and you'd still feel it.

"Hey, y/n. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Nat asked tentatively, clearing trying to to disturb my shaken up state. I nodded, offering a small smile which she returned as I now faced her. She walked up to me, talking my hands him hers and playing with the as she spoke, eyes kind and full of understanding.

"There's a mission, and we want you to go." She said calmly, almost as if the mere thought of it would send me into some kind of heart attack.

"Okay," I begun, eyes flitting down to the floor before back up again. "What is it? Aren't you scared that I'm still HYDRA and all I'd do is stab someone in the back?"

"Not exactly." Nat informed me with a smile, amusement glinting in her eyes at my assumption. "For starters, we all trust you, well maybe not steve - but everyone else does." Nat and I both laughed slightly. "And I think you wouldn't have it any other way it to go on the mission yourself." Nat finished.

"How come?" I asked, brow raised.

"There's been a lead..." she started. "On the winter soldier. We thought you might want to help check it out, possibly capture him. Your powers may be the best chance we have a detaining someone as strong as him." Nat spoke. "And if we can detain him.."

"We can save him." I finished.

"Exactly."

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The day was beatifull. The birds were singing happily, the peacefull sound of the water running from rivers near by. Everything seemed quiet, calm. Nothing could ruin the moment of peace the forest was having.

The peace, however, did not reach everything.

The sound of a door slamming closed interrupted the calm, the sudden and loud noise resonating trough the forest, cutting the quietness like a knife would do to butter.

Regulus ran out of the cabin door in a hurry, muttering scoldings to himself under his breath. Just this morning (when he was going to make himself some breakfast) he realized that he had no food left (it was obvious, he went hunting over a month ago, the fact that he was too lazy and too depressed were the things that kept him all day on his bed)

He decided to go to the nearest town, he had some money on him from when he helped an old couple out with their strawberry cultives (the couple then gave him a wood box full of strawberrys', which he ate almost inmediatly after he got home).

Regulus never went to towns or villages or cities anymore, faking your own dead didn't allowed you to go in public (being from The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black didn't help eithet). Besides, all that he needed he could find it in the woods.

Like in the books Sirius read to him when he was a kid, like a bedtime story, and he would wait patiently until Sirius tip-toed to his room as quietly as possible so he wouldn't wake up Walburga and then give her a reason to beat them up and-

He stopped himself from remembering more. He always stopped himself from remembering things from his past, from when the time things weren't perfect but they weren't hell either.

He hasn't heard of his parents for years now, and even more less from Sirius (being supposedly dead kept you from keeping track of things outside from your bubble). He just hoped Sirius was finally happy, maybe even be together with that best friend of his (Remus, was it? He couldn't remember quite well his name), he always saw how his brother looked at the other guy with eyes full of adoration, like if Remus had brought him all of the stars in the nightsky.

He hoped his parents were dead, too. They deserved it, after all the shit they made Sirius and him go trough, all of those nights awake hearing his brothers' screams, or the banging of the metal door they locked Sirius in.

And when Sirius left, when his brother was finally physically free from them (because no, Sirius would never be completly free from them, neither of them both would ever be) ,it all just got worse from there. For Regulus, that is. His skin got paler and his eyes got duller, but he felt relief. His brother (the only one he had, the one he held close to his heart, even after being ignored) was finally out of the house they called home.

Regulus noticed (since the day Sirius ran away from "home") that his skin got healthier and his eyes got brighter, unlike him.

Regulus felt relief that his brother was finally able to be freely happy, to be able to love whoever the fuck he wanted to love, to wear whatever he wanted to wear. He truly was.

But what about me, Regulus thought, as he entered the little magical village. I want my happy ending, too. He knew he shouldn't ask for more, he should be more gratefull that he finally, after so much fighting, was finally free from his parents' grasp.

So why wasn't he? 

He said an apology under his breath to the old witch that bumped into him, and while she was yelling profanities at him while picking up her groceries, he continued to walk down the crowded street.

Regulus saw, from the corner of his eyes, an old looking bookstore. He walked towards it and pushed the glass door open, might as well buy some more books, no?

The little bell anounnced his entrance to the people inside the shopp, not that anyone cared about it.

Regulus made a bee-line towards the mitology section and picked up two books. One had a deep red cover, with bold golden letters as a tittle. The other had a black cover in its totallity, (also) with bold golden letters.

He made his way towards the front desk to pay for the books, when a wood table that had the newspaper got his attention.

He didn't exactly knew why did it catch his attention, he just knew that he just had to check it out (something in the deepest part of his heart told him to do so). 

So he followed his instinct.

"MURDERER SIRIUS BLACK, ARRESTED FOUR YEARS AGO AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-TWO, WAS CAUGHT YESTERDAYS' NIGHT TRYING TO ESCAPE AZKABAN"

He what

Regulus lowered the paper a little and stared at it with incredulity. Sirius was arrested?

Sirius was arrested four years ago?

Regulus did the counts on his head. Four years ago he faked his death to be free, when he tought Sirius wasn't in fucking prison? What in the actual fuck?

He lifted the paper a little with shacky and malhourised hands, those hands that were once soft and didn't know hard work, now, those hands were covered in scars, all of them because of years in the woods, from cutting trees and building his small cabin and fighting wild animals to survive.

He did all of that to survive, all of this- he did it for himself.

He was enjoying freedom while his brother (the brother who neglected you after being choosen in a rival house, the brother who, in a far away past, held your hands on his own and looked at you in the eyes and told you everything was going to be alright) was in prison for murderer, something Regulus believed was false.

Sirius would never kill anyone, Regulus was sure of that.

But that didn't mattered, no. It didn't make any difference to Regulus. His brother ignoring him didn't changed anything, the younger still loved him with all his heart, with all that he had.

His silver eyes looked at the newspaper again, a burning fire making its way into his heart.

"Sirius Black is responsable of the death of a wizard, Petter Pettigrew and thirtheen muggles"

Okay, now Regulus was one-hundred percent sure that his brother had been framed. Regulus knew his brother would never kill muggles, besides, wasn't Petter Pettigrew one of his closest friends?

He continued reading, he needed as much information as he could find. He reached the end of the paragraph, and one or two drops of sweat appeared in his temple.

"-Black is now behind the bars again, the security involving him has increased and is now stronger than ever."

Okay, Regulus wasn't freaking out at all, why would he? The fact that his brother is in fucking Azkaban doesn't inmediatly means he will freak out, nu huh.

Because he is a calm, cool-headed individual, yes he is.

He was not freaking out, and anyone who said otherwise is a liar.

Steps resonated in the small wood cabin owned by the younger heir of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black.

Regulus swears he can hear his own hearbeats, beating in his ears and, somehow, telling him to do something, anything.

He doesn't quite know what to do, what to expect of this. This was crazy, right?

He knows it is, so why was he having second thoughts?

Do it, Reg. Just go for it, what could go wrong? A small voice says inside his head. It sounds deep and raspy, but also (for some reason) bubbly and playfull. ‘Like Sirius', he thinks.

Is it risky? Yes, definitly so. Would it be possibly worth it? He hopes so.

This is one-hundred percent a crazy, impulsive idea, but he was willing to try and give it a shot if it meant his brother would read him bedtime storys at night again.

He just wants his brother back, was that too much to ask?-

‘But it is! That lazy blood-traitor scum left you behind, for you to rot in that house, all by yourself while he had fun!’ A different voice screams at him and Regulus flinches, because it sounds so much like his mothers' voice it scares him to the bone.

"Please stop talking..." He begs to the empy room. He takes a shacky breath-in to try and get these voices of people that are not even there with him out of his head.

‘Reggie please listen to me! You have to get me out! I know you can do it, you're really smart!’ Sirius says inside his head, and Regulus can almost imagine him with puppy eyes while saying it.

‘Don't listen to that disgrace, Regulus! You are better than that, you will not hear whatever nonsense comes out of that stupid boys' mouth-’ ‘Im not stupid, you are the one in the wrong, Regulus knows-’ ‘Regulus will know best than to hear anything from you, unlike you, he knows what is best for him-’ ‘Like if you would know what is best for him-’

He feels overwhelmed, the voices are yelling at him to do things and Regulus doesn't know who to hear. He feels his heart beating faster, and he can hear his shaky breaths, and he feels the sweat in his forehead, and his hands in his ears-

"Stop!" Regulus yells, and the voices grow quiet. Hot tears stream down of his face as his knees make contact with the floor of wood.

The voices aren't talking anymore, but he still covers his ears tightly. He wants to get rid of the uncomfortable weight his chest has on it. He wants the headache that is starting to form to go away.

Suddlendly, its like he's five all over again. Just, this time, Sirius is not around to hug him.

Sirius wasn’t going to be around ever again.

Regulus tries to calm down. Breath in, breath out. He was going to be alright, he would find a way. He always does. He’s smart, Sirius always said so.

He remains kneeled on the floor for what feels like an hour, but were probably just two minutes (for him, it felt like a whole lifetime).

Regulus sighs and starts to stand up slowly, like if he went a little bit more quicker, then everything around him would dissapear in an instant.

Supporting his body on the wooden walls (he is still too dizzy to walk by himself, still too weak), Regulus makes his way towards his small bed made out of straw he borrowed (stole) and throws himself at it, exhausted of the events of today.

He has a plan, it is all clear in his mind already. And altough he is scared (of being taken to Azkaban, of dying while trying to save Sirius), a feeling he is not familiar with snuggles inside his chest. It has been there before, Regulus knows it has. (It feels like greeting an old friend who was there for you in your lowest point, but then dissapeared out of the blue. Regulus knows its name, but he can't shake its hand like old buddies would). 

And then he closes his eyes and dreams about how his life has been so far. How cold it has been, how lonely it all felt (And Regulus wishes it would had passed like a blurr, (like when you zone out in a conversation and you miss a part of it) but it didn't, and Regulus hates that).

The next morning he wakes up with a headache that forces him to close his eyes tightly.

In all honestly, Regulus feels like shit, both physically and mentally.

Feelings suck, and he would stand by that until the day he became nutrients to the Earth.

He sits on the uncomfortable excuse of a bed slowly, trying not to make his headache worse than it already is. He sits there for a minute or two, before deciding to stand up and go see if there is anything he can eat.

He believes he bought food yesterday, but he couldn't really be sure about that. Everything that he did after reading that newspaper was blank, there was no memory of something else happening after that whatsoever.

His legs are better now that he rested properly. 'There is nothing a good nap can't cure!' Regulus remembers Sirius' voice telling him one day, after Walburga went particularly rough with the Cruciatus Curse on them.

Regulus remembers, that same night, Sirius cuddled up to him on his bed, and held him tight against his chest. Regulus never got in the way when Walburga was insulting Sirius, but that time he did. It did not end pretty.

They both ended up getting tortured, Regulus more than Sirius that time.

They were ten and six at that time.

Now he realized that he, in fact, did bought food yesterday. Some bread and cheese, along with a loaf of bread that didn't look in the best condition (he couldn't really afford that much after all, there was so much a few coins could buy).

As he started cutting some of the bread, he tought about his options, about what he could do and about what was out of the question.

Regulus could only think about two viable options that would (probably) (hopefully) decrease the chances of everything going wrong.

One (this one was crazy) he could try and become an animagus. An animal form would surely help him get in and out of the prison.

Now, that option would take him months of preparations, maybe even years.

(He knows most wizards and witches with animagus form had taken several years to even figure out how to become an animagus, but he is Regulus Black for Godric's sake. He isn't most wizards)

(He is better than most, after all)

The black-haired male stands there in the middle of his tiny kitchen, a knife still in his left hand. He thinks he has an idea, someone who would surely help him if he asked. 

But in order to ask them, he would have to find them first.

Where exactly are you, Remus Lupin?

. . .

Remus wasn’t having a good morning (he never was having anything good). First, he woke up past 6 am and ended up arriving late at work (again), and his boss yelled at him for 5 minutes (again), and then, oh and then, he ended up getting fired (AGAIN), which, by the way, was the cherry on top to his shitty morning, and it wasn’t even 1 in the afternoon yet.

Now he would have to search for any jobs that would accept him, again (this was the second time in the month that he was fired from a job; in the first one he may or may not had punched a co-worker (in his defense, the bastard was talking shit about a female co-worker, and Remus just got really really angry).

And as he stomped angrily in the direction where his house was, he came to realize that he fucked this up really bad. Now he had no job, not even one kind of support to survive another month, and he sure as hell didn’t have any friends to go back to if things got more rough.

Ah, now he’s just sad.

He glanced at the plants and flowers growing at the sides of the road made of dirt, and he remembers.

Remus remembers the times when he used to be happy, when his only concern was passing his exams and not letting his crush on Sirius (oh Sirius, i miss you terribly) showing up and exposing him. When he would hang out with Lily at the library, and talk about how classes were starting to get more difficult as the days passed, or how they would gossip and talk badly about Severus ("-and have you seen his hair today?"), and they would talk and talk, and then talk some more.

Or when he would help James with his game plans, and they would stay up until the sun appeared again at the next day. Or when he would bake with Peter at the schools' kitchen at really late hours at night.

And he remembers, too, the times when he would look at Sirius and he would just get lost in his silver eyes. And Remus would look at him like Sirius was the most beatifull being in the would (in his eyes, he was).

He misses those times, he yearns for them. He wants them back, with all of his heart.

Life has always been rough for him, its just the way things are.

Because he deserved it.

(or so his father said)

Remus sees his little house at a distance. It looks deteriorated and in ruins, that house. The wild flowers are all around it, and there’s plants climbing on the walls and covering the windows.

He sees a cloaked figure standing on his porch, and Remus feels fear.

But he won’t show it, no, he won’t, ‘because fear is for cowards’ , his father would say, and the voice he would use left no room to question him.

“Can i help you with something?” Remus says, loud and clear. 

The person in black tensed, and turned around to face Remus slowly, like if they were scared (’of what?’ Remus wondered, but he kept quiet- like he always does)

Facing each other, silver and brown met.

“Oh”

The wind roared from outside, strong and merciless as ever. It made the trees dance and the leaves from them to roam free on the sky. 

The raindrops that fell from the sky were hitting on the glass of the window with force, on the roof, on the dirt. It left nothing untouched.

“How have you been, Remus?” The man in question turned his gaze from the window to the person in-front of him. The years had taken a ton from him, it seemed. Yet, the beauty he owned many years ago had not left him, no. It made him even more handsome, Remus concluded. His silver eyes (oh, his eyes were so smilar to his Sirius’-) were bright, a shine in them Remus has never seen before in the younger man. 

Remus gripped the handle of his mug of tea. The sweet honey tea with lavender inside of it warmed his hands, full of calluses and old scars, it soothed him and the pains he felt in them. “You should be dead” He says, looking at the eyes of Regulus, searching (searching?) for an answer to his one-hundred-and-one questions.

“Let me explain, Remus. Please, would you listen to what i have to say?” Regulus says, and he sounds so hurt, so exhausted and done with everything. He says nothing in response, just goes back to looking out of the window, where the wind and rain still are. Where everything follows its course.

“I faked my death...that night i-, i saw an opportunity and i took it, and then i--”

“You left Sirius” Remus says, and the voice that comes out of him sounds so not like him, so aggressive and upset and loud and so much like his voice- 

Still, Remus doesn’t back off. He looks up at Regulus and flinches. He looks so upset and angry, like Remus just did something so disgusting and wrong that he can’t take it. 

Those silver eyes (One of the distinguished features of the oh so noble and honorary Black Family) burn in his soul like silver things burns in his skin. And it’s terrifyng and powerful in equal portions.

“He left me behind first, Remus” Regulus says, his voice filled with venom and as aggressive as Remus’ voice before. “He left me behind the moment i got into Slytherin” He adds, and Remus can hear his erratics breaths over the muffled sound of rain.

They stay silent, for a while. Not wanting to fight but not wanting to talk either.

“Why are you here, Regulus? We hardly ever talked back at Hogwarts, so i can’t imagine a reason behind your visit” Remus finally says. With the new need to do something (-anything), he stands up from the badly hand-made wood chair and takes his mug of half finished and still warm tea, walking with rapid steps towards the tiny kitchen connected to the living room. He occupies his hands with cutting the remains of the bread he baked yesterday.

“I came to ask you for a favor “ He starts “,you see-- Don’t look at me like that, Remus, hear me out first” Regulus says, and stands up too.

The black haired male takes a deep breath, as if he’s preparing himself to say something difficult to speak out loud. “Sirius is innocent, Remus, i am sure of it” 

Everything goes silent from there. Remus can’t hear a thing because of the annoying ringing in his ears, and even before muffled sound of the rain is in the background now. He sees Regulus moving his mouth, and Remus is sure he is saying something (most probably something important), but he can’t hear a thing.

And Remus is so angry right now. It bubbles in his chest, from deep beneath with all of the emotions he repressed all of those years, and if he doesn’t calm down now then it’s going to explode. What could Regulus know anyways? He wasn’t even there in the first place! He was too bussy faking being dead, and hiding somewhere away from civilitation, like the stupid coward he is.

(Remus know he is a coward too, he knows it all too well. Because he knows that, (deep down) Sirius is innocent. He just hasn’t come to terms with it because he is so angry and he feels so betrayed and-- how could them leave him behind like this?) (Remus knows that he is stupid, too, because all he wants is someone to blame for the death of Lily and James and Peter-- someone to blame for little Harry slipping away from his fingers like sand)

(And Remus knows that he is a hypocrite, too)

“...--and you know, Remus, that Sirius would never do such a thing, we both know it!” Regulus says, his voice sounds more clear now, less muffled and silent. And it sounds so desperate, begging for understanding and someone to hear him out. 

“Those were his best friends, and even i -that a i wasn’t even close to him-, knows that is a fact! He couldn’t had killed them like that!” He yells, and Remus feels sick.

“...get out...” The words come out of his mouth before he can register them, just above a whisper.

“What?”

“I said get out!” He shouts at Regulus, the boiling feeling of anger finally snaps inside of him, and now he just wants someone to yell at, someone to discharge all of his repressed emotions at.

And he does. Before he knows it, Regulus is out of his house and into the pouring rain, because Remus takes his wand out of his back pocket and yells a ´Crucio!’ and fires it to Regulus, who dodges and sprints out of the house.

And Remus is all alone again, inside of that small and old house, with the feeling of anger and guilt and sadness washing over him. 

He feels his knees too weak to support him, and falls to the floor with a ‘thud!’. And for the first time since his loved ones left him, for the first time since his life fell apart, he allows himself to cry and yell.

And he feels like a little kid again.

. . .

Okay, Regulus admits, the plan did not work out like he thought it would.

Maybe he did broke the news too strongly, he kind of got angry at first. But it wasn’t really his fault, Remus said something he couldn’t even had known! His relationship with Sirius and how broken it was wasn’t any of his business.

But it’s fine, Regulus can do this on his own. It’ll be harder, but he’ll do it. 

No matter the cost.

Two years pass by and Regulus is ready to start with the second and hardest part of his plan. Getting Sirius out of prison.

It too him a whole year and a half to even figure out how to become an animagus, and the other half of the year to learn how to switch to his animal form. But he’s finally ready, and he is so excited to mend things with Sirius and be brothers again.

Now he’s standing on the port, unleashing the rope that’s tied to a boat he’s about to steal. The boat is old, but it looks solid still. Regulus wonders what kind of adventures it has lived, the people it has carried, the tales it had heard from other peoples’ mouths.

Regulus gets in the boat before it couldbfloat away from shore, and sits.

He feels the texture of the wood under him. It's cold and damp, and he can feel the old carves in the wood forming the word he assumes reads 'fishy'.

He chuckles under his breath, shaking his head side to side. Probably a little kid wrotte that.

Maybe many years ago, a family had a trip to catch fishies in this very boat. Regulus pictures a father and his youngest son, on a sunny day, in this boat. The father tries to teach his son how to catch a fish, but the child, as most little kids usually do, gets bored with the waiting and as there's no other way of entertaiment, he carves the word on the old boat.

He wishes that instead of being in this situation, in the thick, thick fog, he would be fishing with his older brother. He wishes things turned out differently.

Regulus wishes he could live his youth with his brother, instead of trying to rescue him from a crime he definitely did not commit.

Oh, Regulus wishes were so many. But those were only wishes, thoughts that are in the past now. Realities that already lost their chances to exist a long time ago.

And with these thoughts clouding his mind like the fog cloudes his vision, Regulus grabs the oars and starts paddling.

The splinters in the oar feel like nothing against his tough and scarred hands, instead of hurting him, they keep him on the real world, away from the one where he goes when everything is too much, when he loses himself.

Regulus doesn't know how many hours went by until he could see the impotent building that was Azkaban. And as he was nearing it, the waves kept rocking his small boat, threatening him to flip.

He wonders if everything he's doing right now would be enough. He wonders, as the boat flips harshly to its side and throws him off of it into the freezing water, if Sirius knows he loves him more then life itself.

Regulus doesn't fight back the cold water, not at all. Instead, he lets it settle in his bones, in his belly, in his lungs.

If being held feels like this, then Regulus decided he liked it. No one ever held him before, maybe as a baby, but as he grew older, the only one who held him close was Sirius.

Sirius... who is Sirius, exactly?

He tries to remember, he feels the name belongs to an important person, but his mind is as numb as his arms and legs feel, if not even more.

It doesn't matter, he thinks, because im dying anyways.

Life is cruel, he decides with a heavy feeling in his chest, as his heavy body sinks him deeper and deeper on the ocean.

He'll be sleeping forever next to sand and rocks and corals of multiple colours, and the black of his hair will meld perfectly next to them.

Regulus doesn't fight, but he dies with a ball of hatred and love and yearning in his heart. He'll be dreaming for eternity of wishes and unspoken words, of hugs and arms that will never hold him ever again.

Life is cruel, and Regulus Black knows it all too well.

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IM SORRY I JUST COULDN'T GIVE THE BLACK BROTHERS AND REMUS THEIR HAPPY ENDING SKSNEKEMS what can i say, im a sucker for an angsty ending.

anyways, this was inspired by this blog (https://eronlupett.tumblr.com/post/642858372635475968/i-need-a-writer) by ". and before you mentuon it, yes, i was going to writte a happy ending, i just couldn't, like, cmon on, it was right there, i couldn't resist.

i had lots of fun writting this, but it still took me almost 5 months to finish it lolz. guess i just didn't had the motivation.

let me know what you think of my witting style, or if you have any opinions, just dont b disrespectful!

byebye^^

[suguwu]

bee I had a nanami dream and since you're the resident nanami blog I want to tell you about it

we were co-workers and there was this corporate retreat or something which included us, along w other people, living in a cabin in the woods for three days or so. but on the first night, we discovered that there was a thing (looked like a deer, but it stood on its hind legs and its antlers were curved very intricately and its fur was matted with blood. there were fresh and rotting wounds all over its body and flies buzzed around it)

and this deer/monster came into our cabin on the first night and took one of the people and went away. so after getting over the initial panic, we started locking ourselves in cabinets or wardrobes, whatever we could find, when the thing came around to get us at night

(I swear I'm getting to nanami lmao)

but one night I couldn't find a wardrobe to hide in in time, and I could hear the deer/monster creeping outside the cabin. so I started panicking and hid under a bed but it just lifted the bed and tried to grab me. i made a run for it but it was hot on my trail when suddenly it just. stopped. I turned around to see nanami holding a fucking bat and the deer monster stumbling, like it was stunned. and nanami just rushed at me and grabbed me by my wrist and tugged me along with him. we went into a room with an empty chest and nanami opened it and just shoved me inside, telling me to be a good girl and keep quiet.

and then we were saved? i remember thanking him and him kissing me on the forehead but like. that's it

I'm sorry for rambling omg I got carried away

hi dream anon!!! i got your second ask too—thanks for sending it but you're totally gucci about everything in this!!! i’m,,,very desensitized to horror of any type lmao. but i so appreciate you coming back to warn me!!

okay so first of all i am jealous of your nanami dream! how do i get me one of those?? also tho this is intense af—like wow. it's also hella detailed anon ur mind!!!

PLEASE nanami coming to the rescue?? WE LOVE TO SEE IT. also is it bad that i'm like...nanami swinging a fucking bat,,,that's hot.

a forehead kiss 😭 please that is so cute!!!

don't be sorry, you didn't ramble at all!!! this is one hell of a dream and i'm so delighted you shared it!! i cannot lie i am Thinking Thots about monster hunter nanami now 😶

EDIT: anon!!! i literally just realized i forgot to scream about nanami saying to be "a good girl and keep quiet"?!?! i think i literally blacked out when i read that, otherwise i would have been SHOUTING about it much quicker holy shit. holy shit.

literally anon your MIND. your DREAM. how do i get this?!?!

[katsukikitten]

Uh, hi, I'm having a moment. My mom cheated and left my family bout ten years ago fucked my life to hell and back and had to audacity to ask for my SUPPORT in something I really should care about but after leaving us to struggle and hurt I don't and I feel awful but I can't... I tried to write something (which I'll still do) but I keep crying and i- You don't have to, really, but if you could write something f!reader x mina or Bakugo. I'd say thank you. Otherwise I just wanted to rant and cry.

Anon I'm sorry you're going through this. Here is my second attempt at your request since tumblr deleted the first. I wish it would have kept it but hey this should suffice. Please know my ask box and dms are always open for yall. Helping you all helps me. Enjoy this and a little background that I made bb

Human beings are the only creatures with emotions to weigh heavy enough on them that it causes them to burst.

To leak from their eyes in a salty solution.

There was a vulnerability to it depsite its normalcy.

Therapeutic in the way that tragically gracefully or beautifully clumsy fat droplets stream down cheeks for what feels like no reason at all or from the crushing weight of the world on your shoulders.

Plenty of people have these welling emotions that burst through their strongest dams.

It was fine, it was normal.

It was expected and it was good. Good for body, mind, and soul.

But you still hated crying, hated feeling.

You sat with slipping tears down reddened cheeks as you drop your phone harshly onto the table. Having read the most disheartening text that flooded your frame with harsh, hurtful memories and emotions.

Felling jaded as you pound against the cage you've placed your heart in, still it beats as tenderly as it did before.

Never fully freezing over as you had wished. Placing it there would prove far more harmful than ever as it hindered your growth.

The same growth stunted by the very person who was supposed to support it most.

Senses flooded with raw emotion at a simple ping of your phone has your frustrations growing as you relive the trauma once more.

Emotions you had since filed away in a little box labeled "to deal with later" that you now had in shaking hands. Blowing off the sheet of dust and carefully lifting the dry rotted top did not make dealing with these feelings any easier.

Any less consuming.

You loom over a lined sheet of paper void of ink or graphite while your pencil punctuates the silence of the library by threatening to rip the fragile material.

Finally it snaps from the pressure.

A foreshadow to your life you're sure.

You allow your head to hang, hand gripping splintered wood while the other pulls at tender scalp.

Harshly enough that precious hair screams in fear from being uprooted.

You sit there long enough for your muscles to become stiff from disuse and the paper beneath you to be littered in damp line distorting drops.

Finaly two sets of conflicting eyes share a glance at one another, approaching your hunched form.

"Oi!" A biting voice that almost drowns out the soft calling

"Y/N?"

Jumping from your skin you use screaming muscles to frantically wipe away useless tears.

Silently clearing your throat before you let out a small "Yes?"

It comes out perfectly, pitch and tone in your normal bravado as even your posture has straightened.

But deft eyes know better as you hear a scoff ring out behind you before your chair is turned to face two opposing bodies. Moon bright eyes and burning ember bore into your skin seeing through your feigned normalcy.

Great.

Fucking great

The two people you admired most caught you in the worst way possible. With red rimmed eyes that were surely stating to swell and a mess of a face rouged from salt water and harsh swipes at soft skin.

The thought alone allows your eyes to shine more than usual, watering that you hope will go unnoticed.

But as with all things in life, it takes a direction you wish to avoid.

"What's wrong?" A growl as hands clench and unclench to keep himself from murdering whoever has you so low. While a bubble gum pink hand rests gently on your shoulder. Sliding down to smooth over your sleeve.

The pair remind you of your favorite celestial bodies.

The Moon who tenderly wraps her arms around you, who allows you this vulnerability, and reassures you that even the darkest nights have some light.

And the Sun with burning passion ready to pull you to your feet. To remind you that it is okay to cry, to stomp, to have bad thoughts but to never allow them to consume you.

At least he'll try his damnedest not to allow it.

Tears well over all at once, as you explain in rushed sobs all while hiding behind guilty hands.

Guilt from going agaisnt your normally caring nature.

Guilt from wanting vengeance, from wanting them to feel just a fraction of your pain. From wanting to watch karma serve it's just dessert.

A smooth cool hand and a burning calloused one pull at each of your forearms. Both kneeled before you as if in prayer, eyes shining as they look up with endless worry over your well being. Both surprise you as they each kiss your knuckles. One feather soft from plush pink lips while the other is pressed harshly.

"It's okay to feel that way." They say in unison as they work in tandem. Opposites of feather soft and soothingly harsh hands gently run up your forearm, attempting to pull the sadness from you.

The hot hand stands first, lacing his fingers with yours pulling yourself and the pink haired woman to your feet.

"Let's get something to eat." He grumbles ready to pull the two of you away as Mina's free hand makes quick work of swiping all of your items into your backpack sliding it onto her delicately broad shoulder.

"Oh like cosmic cotton candy icecream?!" She shouts and the whole library turns in y'alls direction. Pelting your odd trio with a viscous "SSSSHHHH"

Bakugou's cheeks burn, his grip tightening on your hand while Mina giggles nervously behind you.

"Yes. Like cosmic icecream you space cadet."

[liemonyellow]

this is a gift (it comes with a price) - chapter 5

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Summary: A wild Remus emerges! (Finally!)

Chapter Warnings: disturbing descriptions and imagery (bugs/insects, mentions of blood and injuries, mentions of murder and gore), innuendos, cursing, panic attack

chapter 5: remus

Remus was on vacation.

He was still technically on the job, of course, but he was letting Thomas have a bit of a break from all the worst parts of himself, especially after all that fuckery with Janus and the wedding. He couldn’t resist sending along some of his juicier suggestions to Thomas, but he’d mostly refrained from following up with them. It wasn’t hard, since he knew he’d come up with much better ideas later anyway. That and he’d forgotten half of them already. Remus had been working so much harder, better, faster, and stronger ever since J-Deceitful decided to shake things up like a jar of very angry, exploding bees with the whole courtroom thing. And now that all of that was over and Janus had convinced Thomas to listen to him for once, the snake had asked Remus to lay low for a bit to let them all recover. He agreed, though not before taunting him a bit about evil twins and slimy serpents. The pained, shaken look he’d gotten in return was delicious.

Remus wasn’t actually all that angry - he’d been trying to get Janus ‘Classy’ ‘Nothing Is Black And White’ Sanders to call him ‘evil’ for years, to little success - but tearing down his brother with it? Not cool. Only Remus got to do that.

Besides, Remus felt he deserved the break. Steering clear of everyone who was pissing him off, likely to piss him off, or might piss him off was probably for the best, and the intrusive thot was trying to enjoy his freedom and solitude.

Or at least, he was, until last night.

There he was, in full Dukey regalia underneath a neon pink bathrobe, curlers in his hair, wearing a stylin’ pair of Warby Parker shades, reclined on a lounge seat on a glittering beach littered with the carcasses of washed-up sea creatures and rotting algae, sipping on his drink (he’d been craving so much alcohol lately), and watching the turbulent waves wash ashore in the moonlight. He was particularly enjoying the way the seaweed swayed within the water, like hungry tendrils of some eldritch beast waiting just beneath the surface, ready to seize and consume whatever unwary prey came too close, when Roman stormed in just after midnight, only to stop in utter bafflement when he stumbled into the sand and saw Remus. It was a great look on him. Then he had to ruin it by demanding a duel.

Remus had raised an eyebrow at him then. It was an unexpected but not unwelcome interruption, and Remus was starting to get bored anyway, so he snapped his fingers, returning his room (and himself) to its normal state of perfectly organized chaos, and they began to fight.

It became quite clear from the ferocity Roman displayed in their ensuing sparring that his brother was letting off quite a lot of pent up emotion. Well, that, and the very loud thoughts that Remus could hear clamoring through his own head.

Oh, Roman. Thank god you don't have a mustache…

Raging.

otherwise,

Resentful.

between you and Remus...

Relentless.

I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is.

Red, like fresh, hot blood spilled on white snow. Remus snapped his fingers. The blood disappeared, and Roman’s wound was healed, but the red lingered in his mind.

Now, Remus wasn’t unaware of the particulars of the last episode. He thought Roman was being a drama queen, as per usual, and it wasn’t like it wasn’t obvious which of them Thomas actually thought was evil. Still, his brother wasn’t exactly in the best state of mind at the best of times, so Remus had kept his distance. It wasn’t like anyone would miss him. And if they wanted to seek him out, god forbid, they knew where to find him. And Roman had.

They fought for a good couple of hours, hardly taking breaks and healing their injuries with another snap of the fingers. Perks of being a figment of Thomas’s imagination, Remus supposed. Remus changed the scenery every so often, sometimes mid-swing, just to keep Roman on his toes. Roman didn’t seem to notice much.

And if Remus had decided enough was enough and his taunts and teasing gradually became advice on how to silence unwelcome, intrusive thoughts, well, whatever worked. Eventually, they slowed, then stopped, and Roman had asked him a question.

Remus answered him.

Roman left.

Hours later, Remus lay in his bed, thinking. Judging by the light of the Mindscape outside, Thomas was awake now, and there were things that needed doing.

Time to get back to work.

Something else was bugging him, wriggling like maggots under the skin of his mind. Remus finally paid heed to some of the other thoughts drifting like seaweed through his mind. Most of them were standard fare - what do you think would happen if you woke up dead tomorrow? - but there was one voice that felt… loud. Well, louder than usual.

They’ve lost any respect they ever had for you. They don’t actually care about you. Really, you want to have another drink now, before you’ve even had breakfast? They’re lying. They’re lying. They are lying.

This is all your fault.

Smooth and sickly sweet, like honey-drowned larvae, weaving silky golden thread in loops, around and around and around, until it chokes.

With a beleaguered sigh, Remus hopped to his feet. Time to go fix things between his brother and his one remaining best friend (even if Janus was an asshole sometimes). Possibly Virgil, too. Or.... he could make them worse. Eh, he’d decide when he got there.

Well, he would have if he hadn’t gotten distracted by a slam from the hallway and the sound of angry footsteps passing by. He stuck his head out of his own door and, what luck! It was Virgil.

Who jumped about a foot into the air at the sudden appearance of Remus’s head, held up by the hair like an executioner presenting his most recent victim.

“Holy shit!”

“Oh hi there!” Remus grinned widely.

Virgil drew back in horror, a disgusted look on his face. “Dude! Put that back!”

Remus grinned, unblinking, as he replaced his head. He cracked his neck for extra measure. Virgil winced.

“So, where are you going so early in the morning? Aren’t you usually falling asleep to your emo shit by now?” Remus exited his room to stand in the hallway, the door, eerily quiet, closing itself behind him.

Virgil shrank back and hissed. Remus put a finger to his chin in mock contemplation.

“Ooh, I know! You finally decided to-”

“No. Whatever fucked up thing you’re about to say, no. Go back to your room and leave me alone.”

“How about I don’t?”

“Gah, whatever,” Virgil said as he turned and kept walking. Remus followed him, leaning forward with hands held behind his back and eyes wide as he stared at Virgil with a little too much interest.

“C’mon, Virgy-poo, you can tell me! Aren’t we friends?”

Virgil froze for a second, then continued stomping with renewed vigor.

Right up to Janus’s door. Virgil had some excellent timing, all things considered. Remus was getting all his little ducks in a row without even trying, but now he had to consider how he was going to bash their heads in. With words, and not his morning star. Very important distinction, he’d discovered.

Virgil stopped in front of it, glaring at the pale yellow wood, decorated with some fancy, swirly bronze stuff. Though it seemed more like he was trying to burn a hole through it than admire it. He exhaled sharply. With a clenched fist, he hammered the wood with unexpected force.

He kept beating on the door until it opened, mid-swing, and Virgil barely caught himself before he smacked his fist into Patton’s nose.

Oh, my.

Virgil was taken completely by surprise. “Patton?”

Patton gave what Remus assumed was supposed to be a smile but looked more like he was extremely uncomfortable and was trying really hard to pretend he wasn’t. “Oh hey, Virge! And... Remus.”

“Heigh-ho, Pattoncake! How’s it hanging?” Remus leered.

Patton almost took a step back, but didn’t, and glanced over his shoulder quickly. “Look, it’s not a good time right now, can you maybe come back later?”

“What are you doing in Deceit’s room?” Virgil asked.

“Having a party of two with Double D, daddio?” Remus waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“N-no! We just- I mean- I wanted to... have a... sleepover?” Patton cringed at the lie. Remus could just see Janus pulling a face at how bad it was.

Remus’s eyes and his grin widened even more, if that was possible. (It was.) “Oh, worm?”

Patton did take a step back at that, giving Virgil enough space to push past him and into the room. Then he stopped suddenly, glowering darkly at Janus, who stood there pretending to examine his fingernails as if he wasn’t wearing gloves. Remus slunk into the room after him, grinning at Patton as he passed by.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Virgil growled.

“More like who the fuck,” Remus muttered, spotting Logan standing with a palm applied directly to his forehead, clearly already at his limit with everything. And it was only a quarter past eight in the morning, that had to be a new record.

“Nothing at all, Virgil. You know how I just love having uninvited visitors barging into my room in the morning.”

“Cut the bullshit, Deceit. I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’m putting a stop to it.”

“And what makes you think you can stop me?”

Virgil’s expression darkened and his voice deepened even more. “Roman told me what you said,” he snarled. “About him being evil.”

That shut Janus up. Remus watched Janus’s hands clench, trembling, as he straightened his back, eyes widened in anger.

Oh, Roman. Thank god you don't have a mustache. Otherwise, between you and Remus, I wouldn’t know who the evil twin is.

The words rang loudly in Remus’s mind, just as they did so many countless times last night in Roman’s, just as they did in Janus’s now, drowning out everything else in a fever pitch. Remus smirked. Looks like the show was finally about to begin.

“Virgil-” Patton started to say, only to be silenced by a sharp, maniac glare from Remus. Oh, how he enjoyed this power. He wondered if Janus got a similar thrill from it. Who was he kidding, of course he did, have you seen the way he acts and dresses?

Virgil didn’t notice any of it, incensed as he was. “Fuck you. At least Thomas needs Roman. Unlike you.”

Janus paled, his anger disappearing like a bucket of chum in a sea of starving sharks. His trembling became much more obvious. He blinked rapidly, eyes shining.

Remus’s grin was starting to hurt. “What’s wrong, Jay-nus? Can’t take what you dish out?” he said quietly.

Janus seemed to notice him, then. His eyes took on a terrified glint, as if he’d stumbled upon a fresh corpse at the foot of a murderer in a horror film. He took a step back. Then another. And another, where he hit the bedframe. Virgil followed him step for step, teeth bared in a snarling growl, only to stop short when Janus slid to the floor and clutched his head as if in pain.

Your face ruined my day.

Janus’s breaths came in shorter and faster as he hunched over, holding himself tightly. His other arms came out to wrap around his knees and head, blocking out the rest of the world.

Lying is already bad enough!

Patton and Logan rushed to his side.

Why is he still here?

“Janus? Janus, can you hear me?”

I don’t want to be a bad person.

"Give him space, Patton.”

Did you forget that he’s evil?!

“Janus, just- just breathe, okay?”

Thomas doesn’t need you, snake.

Remus watched his best friend suffer through a panic attack with hardly a twitch. It was thrilling, in a way. He’d never seen Janus like this. No one had. Janus liked to seem unflappable and in control, even if he ruined it with his own inherent dorkiness, but he’d never broken down like this where people could see.

Well. Sometimes you had to break something to make it better. Remus was pretty sure he was the only one who really understood that.

Virgil stood there, stunned. He turned to Remus, who only raised an eyebrow at him, silently daring him to do something about the scene he’d caused.

The poor little emo looked so lost. And then he suddenly didn’t. He walked up to the trio kneeling on the floor.

“Hey,” he said, as gently as a chainsaw. He winced. Patton and Logan hovered protectively in front of Janus, uncertainty in their faces.

“Hey,” Virgil said again, softly this time, kneeling down. Patton hesitantly looked between the two, then stood up, pulling Logan with him. They stepped back several feet, ending up right next to the Duke, who crossed his arms as he watched, fingers tapping frantically on his sleeve like fleshy jackhammers trying to dig into his skin and find those maggots. Logan gave him a scrutinizing look, then, hesitantly, placed a hand gently on Remus’s shoulder.

Remus froze completely. His shoulder burned.

“Is it okay if I touch you?” Virgil asked, his voice low. He reached out a hand oh, so slowly, waiting for a reply.

It was a moment before Janus nodded, face hidden in his lap. Virgil took one of Janus’s gloved hands and held it gingerly, rubbing the back of it with his thumb. “Hey, let’s just breathe for a bit, okay? Breathe with me?”

Janus’s breath stuttered as he tried to comply.

Evil.

“You’re doing great. Can you talk?”

Janus shook his head.

Ruined.

“That’s fine. Just- just keep breathing for me, okay?”

Janus nodded. Virgil shifted a bit, pulling a little away, and another of Janus’s arms shot out to grab the other’s sleeve.

Lying.

“I’m not leaving! I’m sorry, I should have said. I just want to sit down. Do you mind if I sit next to you?”

Janus tugged insistently on Virgil’s sleeve. Virgil let Janus pull him down next to him.

Why?

“Is this okay?”

Janus leaned into Virgil, loosing a couple of his arms to wrap around and cling onto the purple side. Virgil held Janus with the same intensity. They sat there, holding each other for a while.

Bad.

“I’m sorry. Really. I actually came here to apologize, if you can believe it. I know I wouldn’t.” Virgil said, his voice low. “I just- I guess I just panicked when I saw Patton. Assumed you were up to something again. Like, uh, like back when we were younger, you know? You and Roman had all those plans on how to make Thomas the coolest, most famous person in the world. They were pretty bad, but still. You two were always so dramatic about everything.”

Janus’s breathing was evening out.

Evil.

“I really am sorry. I know you’re just doing your job. Trying to look out for Thomas, in your own way. Even if your way fucking sucks. Shit, sorry.”

Janus’s form jostled a little as he gave a huff of amusement.

Snake.

“You know how I’ve been, like, hiding in my room? I was thinking. A lot, actually. And then, when I talked to Roman last night- This morning? Nevermind, it doesn’t matter- he said some things that made me realize how much I missed…”

Janus wasn’t moving but for the slow and steady rise and fall of his shoulders.

“He, uh, he told me Thomas accepted you? And you told them your name? I couldn’t believe it. You must have been pretty desperate to do that. And, yeah, that was a real wake-up call.”

The voices were finally fading. Not completely gone, not yet, but no longer so loud they drowned out everything else. Remus closed his eyes and let the peace linger. Logan’s hand was still on his shoulder. It still burned.

“I was so surprised. Why would they give him- give you a seat at the table? And then I had to ask myself, why do I think that you don’t deserve it? And that sent me down this whole other rabbit hole...”

The silence was deafening. Patton was fidgeting, eyes darting this way and that, never settling on a single thing for too long before returning to Janus and Virgil. Logan watched the proceedings stone-faced, but the slight squeezing of his hand on Remus's still-burning shoulder gave away his unease.

“Because you’re Anxiety, and I’m Deceit,” Janus said with a sigh, sitting up and pulling out of the embrace, tucking his extra appendages away. “Lying always made you nervous. And the way I treated you in the past didn’t help. I thought if I could keep you and Remus under control, Thomas would be happier. Fit in. Not be a target. Clearly it had stunning results.”

The corner of Virgil’s lips twitched. “Not for lack of trying.”

The room fell quiet once more. Janus sighed again.

“Virgil, I’m sorry. Sincerely. I know any confidence we had in each other is gone at this point, but I hope from now on forward we can at least try to work together without everything devolving into another shouting match. For Thomas’s sake, if nothing else.”

“Yeah,” Virgil said after a moment, “same. I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have shouted at you first thing in the morning. I almost forgot how much of a bitch you can be.”

Janus chuckled at that. Remus rolled his eyes and yawned loudly, stretching his arms and shaking off Logan’s hand and the burning touch. It had been, what, fifteen minutes? Everyone else turned to stare at him.

“Fuckin’ finally! I thought you two would never kiss and make up!”

Virgil shot a disgusted glare at him. “Ugh, shut up, Remus!”

Janus chuckled again, shaking his head. He got up, offering a hand to Virgil. Virgil eyed it for a moment, eyes flicking up to see Janus raise a quizzical brow. He took it and let Janus pull him up.

Janus turned to Remus. “Remus.”

Remus looked him up and down, raising an unimpressed eyebrow and propping one of his arms on his hip. "Janus."

Janus took a breath. "I-"

"Gee, that's great, JD, but don't you have someone else to do first?" Remus asked loudly, pretending to examine the nails on his free hand. Maybe he’d turn them into claws later. Nice, long, sharp ones that could slice stone, cut diamonds, gouge out wide, yellow eyes...

Janus had stopped dead. He blinked, mouth hanging open, then, with a sharp exhale and a determined set to his eyes, he turned to Logan.

"Right. Logan. As I was saying before we were so kindly interrupted: I think I know what we need to do.”

Janus sunk out. Patton exchanged a look with a very tired Logan, who buried his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. Virgil, hunched over, glanced up at Remus and quickly looked away when he met Remus’s eyes.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go talk to Thomas,” Patton said, sinking out after Janus.

"Oh, goody! A feel trip!” Remus said as they all followed him, wiggling as he went. Time to start bashing in some duck heads. With words. (And maybe his morning star.)

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@mimssides you wanted a tag?

[initforthelonghaunt]

Eyes up, Guardian.

Note: So I recently got into Destiny 2, and as a neurodivergent fanfic writer, I may or may not have written this instead of working on my museum studies paper. The OC is not the Young Wolf, but exists in the same timeline. This snippet begins just after the Red War. Let me know if you're interested in hearing more about the OC and assemblage of brain rot!

TW: death, burial, live burial, suffocation

Its first breath was dirt.

Maybe It should've been thankful. It wouldn't have known it was an "It" otherwise. But It also now knew that it had lungs, because It was screaming.

Nerve endings erupted into being as Its muscles spasmed. It couldn't move, couldn't see. The heavy earthen dark was fading with last of Its consciousness, and It didn't have the strength to fight. Everything went blissfully quiet, but it didn't go quietly. The body and mind of the poor creature died in the ground, half an inch from where It awoke.

Then the quiet darkness vanished in a pulse of flickering light. Dirt fell back into Its collapsing lungs. The muscles tore. The nerves shrieked. But this time, It heard a voice in its head, barely audible over the foreign rush of flowing blood.

"I'm so sorry, I know you're scared, just start digging--"

It didn't quite know what "digging" was, but when It clawed at the packed dirt, the little voice murmured approval. Even when that quiet darkness seeped in again and Its fingers could only twitch weakly, the Voice spoke kindly to It.

"It's only for a moment. I'll bring you back. I'm not giving up on you, so don't give up on me."

Well, It didn't want to come back a third time. Or the fourth. Or the fifth-sixth-eighth-twelfth--

The heavy dark always returned, pressing into every soft bit of skin and flesh. And when the pain eased and It stopped breathing, the Voice's light burned in Its chest and pulled It back to the ground. A few minutes of panicked digging in the oppressive ground It'd been born in. A few minutes of soft words threading through the agony of suffocation.

"I'm right here. I've got you, I've already radio'd for help, there's a patrol coming. You'll be okay."

It learned a few things in the patchy moments of life. First, that the voice was a Ghost, and more importantly, Their Ghost. And It was a Them! A person, hale and whole. And Ghost had woken them up after a very long sleep.

"I'm so glad I found you," Ghost was saying as they died again. "This close to a Dark Zone, it's a wonder you're alive at all."

And It-- They-- would stop breathing. And Ghost would jumpstart their lungs.

"I'm sorry I can't dig you out myself. But I'm right above you. I'm right here."

"This is hard but it's not forever. It's a cruel first lesson, even by this world's standards, but I promise it will end."

"Are you there? Can you hear me?"

After a few deaths where They hadn't scraped up the will to do anything but suffocate, the Ghost started telling stories in a lyrical, soothing tone.

"We'll go the City and you'll be safe. Get a hot meal and a shower. You're a Guardian now-- we'll live in the Tower. Tallest point to be, besides the Hangar maybe. Nothing but sky and the Traveller." Then, quietly: "You won't ever have to go underground again."

The dirt on Their eyes grew damp and muddy. They couldn't remember the sky, but Ghost's voice was so hopeful that They worked their hands through the cloying earth and pulled themselves up towards the sky Ghost spoke of so fondly.

"You'll get a room and a ship and a stipend-- are you old enough to go to the City bars? And there's a ramen place if you're into that. Oh," Ghost broke off their rambling thoughts. "I can't wait to meet you. I know you're scared right now and this doesn't help, but I'm here and I love you. I haven't even seen you yet and I love you."

They tried to speak, to tell Ghost that They loved them too, even though They'd never loved anything before. But what else was love but the Voice In The Dark, nestled at the spot where spine met skull, pressing them ever upwards? They loved Ghost with every broken fingernail and snapped tendon. The very sum of Their being was measured in ounces of gravel in their lungs and in the timbre of Ghost's voice. Of course They loved Ghost too. What else were They alive for?

So They ignored the taste of blood and dirt, and flung themselves towards their Ghost, separated by a scant few feet of earth.

[itoshit]

Time passed, I didn't even know how many hours I stayed here, laying on the floor. But then I realised. Why would Vee leave me? Except for the obvious that is. But she could have left me on so many occasions. So why now?

And then I remembered. Natalie.

This bitch.

Standing up again, I went for my room. Opening the drawer and taking my gun out, I put it in the holster. Turning around, I looked at the bed. It was undone this morning and now, it was perfectly clean. Did Vee do it? As I was going to check my pillow, my phone rang loudly, startling me.

What the hell do-

It's me, Ran. I've one good new, and a bad one. What do you choose first?

The bad one.

The girls have been kidnapped by the Yamaguchi-gumi and-

What??

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to. I tried so hard to keep Vee safe, I did everything to make her live. And the first time that I'm letting her alone, she gets kidnapped??

BUT. The good new is that we found their hideout.

Tell me

Wait I-

I. Said. Tell. Me. Ran

Hearing his sigh through the phone, I tightened my grip on it.

Come, we're getting ready

Hanging up after his words, I tried my best to stay calm. I really did.

But then, something switched. I can't even remember what happened, but the moment I regained consciousness, the whole place was destroyed. Mirrors were shattered on the floor, broken chairs were laying here and there, the bedsheets were all torn apart. But strangely, I relaxed quickly, taking deep breathes.

Those fuckers will have their head ripped off their bodies.

What happened? I need the full explanation.

Now all sat around the wooden table, I was looking over the informations given by Ran. The other executives looked stressed as fuck, because they probably knew that if something happened, I would kill them all.

Natalie and Vee left your apartment only an hour after you went outside. According to the security cameras, Vee has been dragged all the way out of your building.

She didn't consent then

Turning to Koko, Ran smiled a bit while looking at the papers.

No she didn't indeed. They took a cab. Following the city footages, they arrived at an intersection and a car drove right into theirs. The taxi driver died directly, and the girls survived. But, one member of the Yamaguchi-gumi took them.

Sanzu didn't look particularly distressed, but the man never gave a shit except for his pills.

What else?

Our meeting got interrupted by the door opening, revealing my advisor,  Takeomi Akashi, accompanied by a very familiar face.

Amico mio! Glad to see those injuries of yours healed quickly! I told you we were going to see each other again!

The guys seemed astonished by Dante's apparition but I wasn't. We stayed in contact, and he told me the Yamaguchi-gumi would plot something. Guess he wasn't wrong.

Dante. Come sit with us

So, what's the plan hm? Gonna blow some brains out yeah?

Grinning at me, Dante shook his gun in a playful manner.

That's the plan yeah

Laughing loudly, he patted my shoulder. Turning to Ran, he nodded.

What I was saying. Natalie's father is dead, as you all know it. The most logical explanation for her move is-

She thought we were toying with her. We didn't inform her about her father and she probably came up with this because of that. She supposed we didn't know much and she decided to find him by herself

But corpses don't speak, her father won't come back

Listening to Rindou and Takeomi discussing, I turned to Dante.

Did you bring your men?

Of course! La Cosa Nostra isn't joking with allies.

Standing up and slamming my palms against the surface, I looked at my executives one by one.

Get ready to go, we're gonna show them what Bonten's members are made of

Bellissimo! Let the war begin!

-Mikey

It's starting to look like a movie now 🥴

YUP WE SAID HBO MAX. STARZ. DISNEY +

I woke up tied to a chair, mouth gagged. The déjà vu was a bitch. A hostage once again, this time at the hands of my friend. My eyes burned. The entire time we had been looking for the mole and I had brought it right to Bonten’s doorstep. I was so stupid, I thought to myself in that chair, tears pooling beneath my lash line. Natalie was pointing out my weaknesses this entire time, using them against me while she was weaponizing them whenever it pertained to Mikey.

Mikey. I thought about how he was so quick to question Natalie about why she was such a bitch to me that day she came to the hideout all bruised up. He was angry at her for mistreating me even then. Did he know what happened? Was he coming? As if I had summoned it, the image of him pointing the gun at Nat popped up into my head. He’d be sure to pull the trigger now.

A door creaked open to my right and a tall man emerged from it. He grinned upon seeing me. Good morning, Sunshine, he beamed, leaning close into my face. I titled my head back, away from him. Oh don’t be like that, Vee.

Venus, I hissed.

Natalie was right. He whistled. You don’t like strangers calling you by your nickname.

The mere mention of the traitor sent rage flooding through my body. Where is she?

He beckoned his head near my back where I couldn’t see, and moments later Natalie came walking into the room. Small bandages littered her arms and face, a plaster on her nose, but otherwise she looked fine.

Are you proud of yourself, Nat? I asked. Usually I’d be crying but I was too angry for tears. I wanted to rip her throat out, carve out her insides. Maybe Mikey was rubbing off on me more than I thought? Do you feel accomplished?

More than I ever have sitting like a duck in Bonten. Manjiro can’t even run an organization. I was foolish to think he could find my father.

Don’t speak his fucking name. The venom in my tone surprised us both. Do you think you’ll live after what you did? That he’d let you walk away for what you did to me?

You overestimate yourself, Venus. You’re nothing to Mikey but a one night stand that he just got to fuck again. I tried to pretend like her words didn’t hurt. Like the possibility of them being true didn’t sting. See how quick Senju came along? That’ll be him a week after you’re gone. Don’t think for a second your pussy’s so good Mikey’d start a losing war for it.

I fought off her hurtful words with ammo of my own. This isn’t just about me though. You disrespected Bonten. Spit in the leader and Second in Command’s faces as you betrayed them, after they saved your life no less. Do you really think they’d let that slide? That you’d get to run off with your dad after this and live a happy life? I laughed. You’ll be running the rest of your life, Natalie. That’s if you make it out of here alive.

She stormed toward me and slapped me with blazing eyes, my face turning at the impact. I slowly turned my head back to her. For your sake, I hope he’s alive. Maybe never being able to live in a place for longer than a week will be more bearable if it’s with your father.

Natalie backed away from me like I was poisonous, face horrified. The consequences of her actions must’ve just settled in. She stormed out of the room, leaving me with the unknown man again.

What a cat fight. You’re feisty, Vee. And you’re right. Natalie isn’t going to live long. And do you want to know a secret? Her father didn’t either. We killed him almost as soon as we took him as a hostage. He’s been rotting from before Natalie started working for us. My stomach dropped at the ease in which he described their barbarism. A part of it sunk for Nat. She bet her life on a dead man. I’d have never thought you had that in you from what Natalie described.

And what else did Natalie say about me?

That you were Mikey’s plaything, close to him in fact. It’s a part of the reason why we brought you here. See, we want to know more about Bonten. And what better way than to ask the woman who sleeps with its leader?

I looked at him bewildered. Did Natalie really think Mikey told me stuff about Bonten? I’m sorry to disappoint, but if my pussy’s not good enough to start wars over it’s certainly not good enough to have Mikey divulging top-secret information to me.

See. He clicked his tongue. I don’t quite believe that. But it’s okay, he began, walking over to a metal table and picking up a knife. Natalie also told us about certain injuries you obtained in Mikey’s care. His hands grazed my thighs, and even though they left no stitches, I tensed exactly where the wounds once lay without meaning to. Right there? Now what if I just—

He shoved the entire knife into my thigh, sending a searing pain running through my entire body. A blood curdling scream erupted from my throat.

Can I let you in on another little secret, Vee? We’ve been recording this VoiceMemo on your phone the entire time, he confessed, leaning close to my face, which was now hot and wet with tears. Uh huh. Survived the car accident. We’re gonna send this to Mikey right now. So let’s give him a parting scream for the road, aye?

And as much as I didn’t want to, I couldn’t help the wail that shook my vocal chords when he yanked it out.

Mikey, I sobbed internally. Please help me.