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itstheghostofmypast · 7 months ago

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Okay- so, first of all, thank you so much Anon, for this ask and I'm sorry I responded to late, but I had to take my time with this one.😭💖.

So here it goes, (i know i said i'd do two biases, im sorry guys, i love yall too much and i get too invested the word count was killing me)

1) @edenesth

Park Seonghwa- Rivals to Lovers

Here me out, he owns an old book shop across the street, he's been there longer than you too. This was his turf, his town, his people, people who loved to read in his cozy library, with its olden print books, worn out pages, read through by generations of the same family.

All was great until one spring she shows up, with her whole pastel plus minimalistic vibes, all with the cutesy trinkets and plants, with warm lights- he noticed some books too, but they were only for show- in conclusion it was a horrid place.

A horrid place where most teens would go to after school now, no longer going to his bookshop, where they'd gossip, read novels or mangas, or even look at pretty pictured magazines (the safe kind, mind you he kept nothing nasty). What's worse was that the older folk began to go there, too! Especially because of how nice she was to them, so polite and so pretty and - ANNOYING.

He even went to 'inspect' the place, with a sour mood and an ill intention, though he was greeted with a burst of sweet aroma, one that had his stomach growling and his inner foodie, begging him to pick at least one of the many pastries or have a cup of steaming, delicious coffee. What came next was worst, her, with her gentle smile and angelic features.

"Hello! Welcome to Spring Avenue, how may we help you today?"

"You're taking my traffic."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't."

With that he had walked out, starting a cold war, between the two. Ironically, she was a pacifist, never a fighter, but boy, did he piss her off, he knew all those buttons that would have her steaming like a hot latte.

The war had begun;

It all began when he put a " 10% off sign on Mangas, Fashion Magazines and Manhwas" that took a god chunk of her traffic.

In retaliation, she launched a "Friendship campaign, any customer that brings a friend gets a cake slice free."

Spend 2 hours reading here and leave with a borrowed book/novel of your choice."

"Buy a coffee and get a cookie free."

This continued throughout the season, so did their rivalry, to an extent that led their divided customers sense the tension. And like usual, highschoolers are escapists and this little feud of Seonghwa and her's was a problem they'd like to avoid, from her cafe they could see their beloved bookshop owner Seonghwa scowl at them, and if they were leaving the bookshop, the kids could feel the uneasiness in her smile that she give them once they'd pass her by.

"Congratulations, you're in loss." She sighed, closing the file, earning a scowl from the cafe owner, "Hey, I'm just here to check your bills, loss, and profit stuff, don't shoot the messenger."

"Alexia, come on." She whined, this was her dream, she'd put in her life's savings for this, "What should I do, Lexi?"

"Gosh, maybe not give out stupid discounts four times in a month?" Alexia sighed, rubbing her face, leaning back to stare at the bookshop across the street, "San said he knows the owner, maybe you guys could do a collab, instead of trying to each other's traffic."

"Who's San?" She asked her best friend, slash account manager and Public Relations officer- wait, was she dating!?

"Oh- uh- hey would you look at the time?" Alexia got up, grabbing her disposable coffee cup and bag, "Tell you what, you ask the bookshop owner dude about this? Okay? I'll get back with the details on Monday!" She called out as she walked towards the door, ignoring the cafe owner's questions about this San, "BYE LOVE YOU!"

That's how she found herself standing Infront of his bookshop that evening, still debating if she should go in or not? Was this idea even worth it, the guy was rude, annoying, stupid, incredibly handsome and sweet with kids and- the hell.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice came out of no where

She almost jumped out of her skin, only to turn around and spot the man she had been hating for the past ten months, standing there in all his angleic glory, with that ugly sweater and that overly comfortable scarf, not to mention his hair, his undercut had grown, quiet well too, perhaps he really was blessed with good genes.

"I uh..." she trailed off, pouting to herself, thinking of how he'd react, maybe he would make fun of her, or insult her or even go as far as to tell the town about her poor business management skills.

"Are you still open?" his question had caught her off guard, staring at him quietly wanting to see if this was a trick, only it wasn't, for when she nodded, he had looked around and then asked if he could...get a cup of coffee from there.

Of course she had said yes, why on earth would she say no to a customer, she needed the business. Unfortunately, that one cup of coffee, turned into two, then three, well- not as unfortunate as she would like it to be.

The two, mind you, who still didnt like each other, began to learn a lot about each other. He learnt how she was genuinely a sweet, caring and gentle person, her persona was indeed not fake but very real, this is who she was. She on the other hand, learned that he had inherited this business from his family, and he was an avid reader- sort a geek, a cute geek, a cute geek that could eat a whole chocolate cake with three mugs off coffee like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the third week of him visiting her cafe, that when he had stepped out to go there, he had bumped into her. She had almost fallen, but he was quick, gripping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, only to laugh when she mumbled an excuse, though he was glad she couldn't hear how his heart was hammering against his chest, wanting to stuff itself in the breast pocket of her coat.

That day she had asked him if she could check out his book shop, because she had been looking for old English bakery recipes and she couldn't find it anywhere, not any store around or online. Of course he had taken her to the right isle, in the right section in no time, this bookshop was his life and collecting and sifting through books was his passion, that day he had seen her passion, she had sat there, on the floor the entire night, reading book after book, mumbling to herself as she noted down recipes. He had sat next to her, helping her jot down notes, bringing her coffee- well not as good as hers, but good enough. At one point he had even ordered them a late night snack, well snacks, because he's a growing boy. He had closed the shop with the two inside, even pulled out a blanket and some cushions from the lounging area so she could comfortably work- she was a passionate girl and ironically he had realised something that night, only it turned into a full blown epiphany in the morning.

Next morning she had woken up right next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her as the blanket was draped over the two, they had fallen asleep while reading- oh my, he really was pretty up close.

Though the two pretended nothing had happened, nothing had changed, however, everyone around them had noticed, the highschoolers would giggle when he'd come to her cafe for a cup of coffee, or how the older folk would pat him on the back when she'd step into the bookshop calling him out for help, with her little, "Hwa?"

Neither really knew how it happened, but one night while closing up he had waited outside for her, telling her he'd drop her home, even though she lived close by. Slowly this had become part of their routine, he'd often talk about the latest manga or an issue to the Star Wars comics or whatever on earth he'd talk about, but she'd always listen. Always smile and laugh at his jokes, while he'd readily accept any test recipes she'd try, telling her that his stomach was like a blackhole.

But when do the two get together? Simple, on New Years Eve, when he had to close his shop but she had decided to leave her cafe open, wanting to cater to all those who were celebrating the arrival of the new year with their loved ones, she knew Seonghwa had to go home anyway and she didn't want to spend the night alone since her family was out of town. What she did not expect was a few minutes before the strike of midnight, the cafe door chimed open as she turned to greet the customer, only to freeze at the sight before her- Seonghwa entering with a bouqet of origami flowers, smiling at her as he slowly walked to her;

"I- I know you don't like plucking flowers or bouqets, so I made you these."

"You...made these?"

"Ofcourse."

"W-why?"

"I...because I..." but before he could finish his sentence his ears picked up the count down, causing him to quickly place the flowers on the counter and as soon as the fireworks rang in her ears, it was as if she could feel the burning warmth in her body, taking a second to process how his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as her hands instinctively went up to grip his coat, pulling him even closer. Who knew that one day she'll end up opening a cafe that also served as a bookstore, who knew that one day, her little, evil, handsome rival bookseller, would be the New Year's kiss she never knew she needed, the man she never knew she needed, the lover that she was blessed to have.

2) @yessa-vie

Jeong Yunho- Neighbors to Lovers

No, she was not the new tenant, he was, and for some ungodly reason he was also extremely ill-prepared to live alone. Like any other weekend, she was leaving her apartment to go to the cafe to sit in peace and finish her novel, but God had other plans. She had opened the door to come face to face with a tall, good-looking man, though the smile he wore scared her- he was one of those extroverts.

No, he was not mean at all, nor was he the manipulative kind, Jeong Yunho really didn't know how the pre-installed dishwasher worked, that's why he had come to her that fateful weekend, about to knock on the door but she had beat him to it, opening the door before he could, earning a sheepish smile in return- who knew his neighbour would be so gorgeous, who knew purple could look so good on someone?

"Hey, I- I moved in across the hall, apartment 19, lol, I guess we're neighbours, huh?"

She had only nodded meekly at his question, pulling her satchel closer to her person, not because she didn't like him, no, but because she wasn't much of a talker anymore, not so confident either and also- because regardless of how good looking this stranger was, he was still a stranger.

"I'm Yunho- Sorry to bother you, I know you must be going somewhere, but I- I uh- I wanted to know if you know how to operate the dishwasher?"

That's how she found herself in his apartment, leaving the maindoor wide open, so she could escape if something were to happen, but to her surprise he was just a regular idiot, one who thought the dishwasher was a rack used to dry the dishes- men.

That night Yunho met an angel, one who seemingly had her life planned out, held together well, while he was still trying to build something out of his- data analyst or not, living alone was not the easiest thing to do, yet, she seemed so nonchalant about it.

Overtime however, she noticed how he would come over to ask her for help often, sometimes it was the 'fridge isn't working right' other times it was the 'how much water do you add to rice while boiling it?' Honestly, she would've told him to piss off if it were anyone else, but it was her polite neighbour, her sweet polite, new neighbour who would pass her by in the corridor every morning, smiling at her and wishing her a good morning- even if she wasn't a morning person.

Ironically, he continued to ensure they cross paths, only because he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her, he really needed a friend, and since moving here meant Mingi and him could no longer hang out 24/7, he really needed another person to talk to, someone who was not Hongjoong from the finance department.

Ironically, she did not protest or tell him to get lost, instead she's quietly help him whenever he'd approach her, giving him a shy smile then going back to her apartment. That purple door tempting him to go back and knock on the old wood, wanting to know what Narnia like secrets she hid behind.

She let it be, truthfully, she wanted fo befriended him, but during these little adventures, she realised she had begun to neglect her book, the same book she had a deadline for, the same book she had been working on day and night, and now this puppy pops up and takes all her attention?

So what does she do? Simple, she starts to create some form of distance, leave before he'd be awake, come back home later too, also even if he did come to knock on her purple door, she wouldn't be there to answer it, so technically she wouldn't feel guilty right?

Wrong, instead God had punished her with a severe writer's block, one so bad that she had missed two of her deadlines, and according to her publisher, she was on her last chance. That's how she found herself at the very cafe where she would find solace, now on the verge of tears, staring at the laptop in pure agony, maybe this was payback for leaving him unattended and ignoring him or maybe she was never meant to be a writer.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed next to her hand, causing her to quickly pull back and look at the stranger, only her panicked eyes met a softer, more timid gaze, a gentle smile gracing her presence.

"Hey... you looked like you needed the juice." He smiled, gesturing towards the chair, as if asking for permission to sit down next to her, to which she nodded.

"I uh..." she paused. Should she even be asking him how he's been? Does she have the right to do so, or are they just neighbours- well, at this point, two strangers living across each other.

"I read your books by the way," he began, giving her a gentle smile, as he felt the way she had tensed up, honestly, initially he thought she was like that because his presence made her uncomfortable, but he soon realised it wasn't him, but she usually was this tensed all the time, this nervous and unsure, which made no sense to him because she was one of the most well functioning person he had met in the city, and he was glad to have moved in next to her, "It's great, the plotline is amazing and the details- you really captured the essence, I particularly liked the world you created, honestly, when I moved here I thought everyone wore those 'blockers' too. To not...feel stuff you know," he turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at him, a small chuckle escaping him when she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, "You were the only one who was nice enough to help me, even for the stupidest of tasks...it means a lot."

She stared at him in awe and disbelief. She had been trying to avoid him for almost a month now, couldn't he tell? Or was he just playing dumb- I mean he totally could be dumb, he didn't know a toaster comes with settings, just thought the numbers were there for the appeal.

After that the two began to "spend time together", it was strictly casual mind you, nothing personal, though he would drop by more often than usual, sometimes after work, sometimes on the weekends- to have dinner with her, he'd bring dessert, or to watch a movie with her, he'd bring the snacks- no, nothing domestic at all.

Or so they thought, because a few months in, he had come over by swinging the door open, yes he had the keys and she had his keys, only to find her standing there all dressed up.

"Where are you off to? What about movie night?"

"Oh no..." she gasped, "Yuyu, I forgot to tell you I had a date tonight." A date? Why? With whom?

"Wait, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you go on a date when we- I mean...isn't it weird? Shouldn't you be more focused on your book, instead of this temporary romance?"

"Temporary romance?!"

"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong-"

"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said get out!"

That happened a week ago, she had been avoiding him for a whole week, she had been ignoring his calls, his texts, his knocks- no he didn't barge into her apartment, it took him a great amount of time to get her to open up to him and he idiotically clowned himself. So he decided to go to the next thing, go to the official reading of her book launch.

He waited there at the back, listening to her intently, taking in each word, who knew he would ever fall in love with, her neighbour, the same girl who had helped with the dishwasher, brought him dinner at night, spent time teaching him the usual ropes of living alone- who knew the very same girl had changed the plot of the book, basing it on her life, expressing how the shy, depressed protagonist, who thought dying her hair purple would make her feel better, realised that the only thing that would make her feel better would be a companion, a tall, handsome man, with a heart of gold- it was not that she needed a man, no, she just needed a friend, and she had finally found one, the inspiration to her writer's block, the Chandler to her Monica, the- HE DIES!?

He gasped, appalled at the way she had ended the story, where at the end, on his deathbed the man tells his beloved how she never needed him, but he needed her to function, to live through each day- bloody hell.

He waited for them to leave when he finally approached her, somewhat upset-no, he was very upset, as she stopped cleaning up to look at him, raising a questioning brow, "What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Funny, Jeong, I should be the one saying that."

"What!? You killed me!?"

"What?"

"I come here to declare my undying love- no I come here to tell you how much you mean to me and apologise for never asking you out but getting upset when someone actually asked you out and you KILL ME IN YOUR NOVE?"

"First of all, I accept your apology, secondly, the protagonist was DEFINITELY NOT YOU, I made him up WAY BEFORE I met you."

"Oh..." he stared at her then looked around the almost empty bookshop, maybe he should just leave-

"So...Will you ask me out properly now or...'l"

"Move in with me."

"Too fast."

"Was worth a shot." He smiled when she let out a small laugh shaking her head at his antics, "Take me to dinner, Yunho." She smiled watching him lean closer then pause, as if asking for her permission, "Can I...?" His question was answered when she gripped him by the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to crash her lips against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers,

"We move into my apartment..."

"What? Mine's great-"

"Yunho, have you seen the window and the balcony on mine?"

"Your apartment it is boss."

3) @jaehunnyy

Choi San- Bestfriends to Lovers

Idiots, these two were complete idiots who were utterly in love with each other but were also too blind to realise that - why? Simple, because both feared that confessing to the other may ruin the long-held, deep bond.

A bond that had developed at the ripe age of childhood, middle school, to be more accurate. The day he had come to school, bored out of his mind, staring outside the window, wondering if he could jump on the closest tree to escape this prison. What he had not expected was an angel to come and sit beside him, well technically, the teacher had made her sit next to him, and he hadn't noticed her until she poked his shoulder lighter, causing him to jerk back and gasp, earning a few chuckles from the glass as the teacher just sighed in defeat.

"Wh-Hello."

"Do you need help with that?" She asked, pointing at the math equation in front of him. He looked at his notebook and remembered that's what they were supposed to me doing- damn that was a lot of daydreaming.

"Yeah, I guess...do you... know how to solve it?" He asked the new girl, too afraid to make eyecontact.

"Here, I'll show you." Turning to face him, she pulled his scribbled notebook closer.

"I'm San by the way."

That day onwards, a nice and quiet introvert at the back of the class finally began to crack open. From time to time, you'd hear him whispering to her, talking about some anime or a film. Often, he'd be telling her about his cat, Byeol, and how pretty she was. During break you wouldn't see San next to her for the first five minutes, no, he'd be sprinting across the campus,jumping down the stairs to go to the canteen to get her something to drink with her lunch, or a sweet snack, regardless of how many times she'd say 'it's fine.' During self study hours, she wouldn't be studying, no, she'd be busy tutoring her athletically gifted friend, he was...a little dumb, but that's okay, he was hardworking and she'd tell him she'd help him where he'd get stuck, explain and tutor where needed- especially in math.

As they grew older, he grew into his body, his self-esteem issues slowly subsiding, his feelings for her deepening, yet, never enough to tip the scale, at the bring of an edge but never enough to flow out he had to keep it all under control, because that's just how San was, patient and calm, he would never take a step if there was an ounce of the doubt when it came to how she felt about him. Though watching her spread her wings into the beauty she was, well, was somewhat problematic for him. Especially when she'd come to him, smiling like that, greeting him with the gentle voice of hers, asking him if he liked her haircut.

"What do you think?"

"It's...very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"You'd look pretty to me even if you were bald."

Conversations like these would have her heart hammering against her ribcage, and she'd pray to God that he couldn't hear it. She'd pray for it when he'd be walking home side by side, his shoulder bumping into hers, or his hand brushing against hers, when he'd take her bag from her, clicking his tongue at how heavy it would be,

"You trynna' build muscles like me?" He'd ask, though he was still very fragile, he'd only started going to the gym when he noticed how the 'basketball team captain', had decided to ask her to 'help tutor him too', though she had politely declined.

"Hmm? Of course not, Advanced Math books are just big like that..."

"Why do you do this to yourself, dove?" A nickname she had gained over the time, one used only by him.

"Because I wanna teach one day, I love teaching, I want to make sure people realise subjects aren't difficult or they aren't dumb, it's just that they're not taught properly."

Yup, he was smitten, on his knees, begging for her please ( he was also an idiot).

Ended up in college with her, though in a different major, like hell the now 'mountain of a man', no longer the kitten-like fragile boy, was going to major in math- business was a way better option.

This wasn't a bad situation, though they rarely had a few classes together, she'd still make time to see him, to text him as soon as class would end, but he'd already be standing at the exit, waiting for her with a coffee in hand and a dimpled smile, reserved just for her.

In no means was Choi San an extrovert, but somehow along the line he had met one, who later claimed that his MBTI had changed to an introvert too, though he doubted that notion- Jung Wooyoung.

Boistorous, noisy, obnoxious but a genuinely nice person at heart, Wooyoung was his companion in his major's classes, he was also the first person to know about San's little secret, since San trusted him enough to know, though Wooyoung assured him he had figured it out as soon as San introduced him to her as his "bestfriend".

"You're an idiot." Wooyoung snorted, taking off his shoes as he walked into the 4th years tiny apartment.

"What? Why?"

"You really think I didn't know?"

"How did you kno-'

"You can be bestfriends with a girl since childhood, unless a) one of you confessed to the other and got friendzoned but still chose friendship or b) neither of you confessed but are secretly crushing over the other."

"Wow, should've been a psychologist instead of a business major."

"What can I say, Sannie? I am a man of many talents."

Things progressed like this for a long time, Wooyoung watched from the sidelines how the two would basically act like a couple that was not a couple- almost everyone at campus thought they were a couple and Wooyoung was basically the third wheel. Not that he minded, and San appreciated him for that, he was glad Wooyoung's relationship with his dove was platonic- borderline sibling-like.

But Choi San was a fool, one that Choi San, at the fresh age of 25 wished that perhaps he'd be able to take the next steps, but something at the back of his mind held him back, were his personal desires as important as this friendship?

Which is why he stood there watching his best friend get ready for her date, her date with Wooyoung. After a conversation he did not like, but what could he say? He was too afraid to even confess, and well, Wooyoung wasn't a bad guy, and technically, he was his friend.

"I'm gonna ask her out, Sannie." The brunnet sighed, before taking a sip of his coffee, humming at the bitterness, perhaps this bitterness was sweeter than the bitter taste that had developed in San's mouth at the statement.

"W-why?" The bigger man with the fragile heart whispered.

"Because...I like her...I'm sorry but...I gave you time, so much of it and...I just wanted you to be the first one to know...if she says no, we'll all still be friends, but if she says yes...San, I won't hold back."

That had led to her first anniversary with Wooyoung, then the second and finally a day before their third anniversary San had texted the couple how he wouldn't be able to make it to their anniversary party because he had work that day and he wished them the best.

What he did not expect was someone knocking on his door at 2 am, opening the door to find a tear stained Wooyoung, only for him to punch the taller man in the face, watching him stumble backwards then wipe his eyes and sigh, "I swear- if you weren't such a great guy, I would've stabbed you."

"What the F*CK WOOYOUNG?"

That night was the first time he had seen Wooyoung cry, cry about how when she read the message she had become a mess, one that even Wooyoung couldn't fix, begging him for forgiveness how she made a mistake, how even though she was happy with Wooyoung, her heart belonged to someone else, someone who she thought she could move on from since he never confessed, since he never liked her back the way she did, and though the text was a confirmation of that, she couldn't bear lying to Wooyoung, to give him only half the love of what he deserved, knowing he deserved someone who would teach him the true meaning of love, because she was a teacher with only one student in mind, the idiot of a man- Choi San.

That night San couldn't sleep, not a wink, he processed the words over and over again, so did she like him? Should he confess to her? Now? Wouldn't that make it awkward? Or should he wait? Would that be a mistake?

Though his questions were answered in the morning when the doorbell rang at 7 am, making the sleepy man sigh as he stumbled to the door with blurry eyes, opening it still half asleep, only the slap he received woke sobered him up quickly,

"OW- WH- WHY ARE YOU JUST LIKE WOOYOUNG!?"

"SHUT UP! DONT TAKE HIS NAME! I HURT HIM BECAUSE OF YOU!" Never in the many years of knowing her, had she raised her voice like that.

"I-"

"NO! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled before shoving him inside so she could continue yelling inside, "I like you- and you- you d*ck you could tell him you liked me but you couldn't tell me!? All those horrible dates you watched me go to, but you couldn't stop me?! You knew you liked me yet you let Woo ask me out!?"

"I- I didn't wanna ruin what we had..."

"San, I- what if I had married Woo? Huh? Then what? When you already had half my heart, I-"

She couldn't finish her sentence though, because the next thing she knew, he was smothering her with all that pent up love, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity she had ever seen in her gentle Sannie, wanting to claim what he was too scared to touch before.

He only pulled back when she lightly pushed him back, gasping for air, looking up at him all flushed and pink, her swollen lips just enticing him even more,

"W-what was that?" She breathed out.

"Never say you're marrying anyone but me, I would've ruined the wedding even if it meant being thrown out."

"You're an idiot Sannie."

"No, I just had a teacher who could teach me math, but couldn't teach me how to love properly - guess she was learning too."

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cloveroctobers · 24 days ago

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FEEL LIKE HOME — Dante Torres [October Prompts] 🧡

A/N: The new season just started and I’m already happy seeing my man again. Also??? Kev getting a new love interest? Will it be permanent this time around?? Anyways it’s cozy (also spooky ofc) season so why wouldn’t I write for my man?

PROMPT IS FROM HERE & I’m using: MURDER HOUSE: we just moved into a new home and foolishly staked all of our savings into it. surprise! it's haunted beyond belief. how are we going to turn this house into a home? alternatively one of our muses inherited the house from some distant relative. they just didn't know they'd inherit the ghost living within it too. + GENERAL VIBES: if it’s dark, don’t shine your flashlight into the trees.

WARNINGS: some language, some fluff + spooks! Small talks of religion and practices but I’m not religious or go too deep on it if you’re the same & a somewhat lengthy read!

<- read my previous October anthology prompt here.

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HANK VOIGHT

Dante’s sergeant of CPD’s Intelligence Unit

“People don’t just disappear, you understand me?” Hank Voight exasperates to the producer behind the camera, “I don’t believe in ghost stories and there’s always a explanation for everything.”

The producer questions as the camera crew zooms in on the older man’s face, “If that’s the case…don’t you think you would have found them already?”

Voight tightens his stare and it’s as cold as frostbite from him, for at least a minute before he states, “Who says I won’t?”

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You’re sitting on the set of stairs, knuckles tucked underneath your chin as your eyes zone out on the odd claw? markings on the wall in front of you. You’ve already envisioned placing an old wall clock that you’ve bought from a tag sale there but it definitely wouldn’t be long enough to hide the markings.

“Hey.” A gentle tone, you pick up on gets your head turning but it takes more effort to get your eyes to focus on Dante.

A small smile appears on your lips as you respond, “Hey.”

“Adam and Kevin are grabbing the last of the boxes,” he informs as he stands on the steps that lead right to the entryway and living room, “you okay? Kev thinks you’ve finally crashed out.”

You roll your eyes with a snort of laughter, “I’m fine. Just taking in how real this is…and why i didn’t see any boxes of your own in your car?”

Dante raises his brows, resting his elbow on the side banister, “I…didn’t think you were serious? Just assumed that was tipsy talk.”

Which was fair, you said a lot of things when you had drinks in you. It wasn’t something you did a lot since you were a lightweight but being in a social setting you sometimes engaged and definitely got emotional and touchy.

Pushing off the steps and moving to your right, you hold your hand out as you walk down the few steps that kept you two apart. Dante doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand, holding onto you until your face to face.

“I was—no—am dead serious,” you tell resting your hands on his hips while you stare into his green hues, “You’re the only person I want to make this feel like a home with.”

Dante reaches for your face, pads of his thumbs caressed your skin as his heart began to hammer in his chest, “yeah?”

“No bullshit,” you answer with a shake of your head and a grin, “Even talked it over with Mama Torres.”

There’s a hint of worry that passes over Dante’s eyes and you almost want to laugh in his face as he exhaled, “huh?”

“What?” You head tilts to the side, “You think you’re the only one that gets to be her bestie?”

It’s Dante’s turn to shake his head, “now that kind of makes me nervous.”

You laugh, “Would it make you feel better if we were beefing?”

“Hell no.” Is Dante’s immediate response, “…I do wish I was part of that conversation though.”

“It wasn’t me being sneaky, I promise! I mentioned bringing it up at dinner before as you know…yet a few of your cases took longer some days. So I ended up blurting it out since Mama Torres brought up a certain topic.”

Dante closed his eyes only imagining what his dear mother said to you, “oh no.”

“Relax courage.” You tease, “It’s a valid topic.”

“Which is?” He pressed, peering at you from underneath his eyelashes.

“Our future.”

He’s goes quiet, rubbing at the back of his neck now, feeling some pressure about that. Dante’s always been a go with the flow kind of guy and you’ve been together for about two years now. He would be a foolish man if he said he never thought about what a future with you would look like. You were both in your thirties and although you had a somewhat traditional way when it came to marriage, you weren’t asking for a ring yet…just another level to your relationship is all.

Continuing on you ask, “Yup…so you’ll think about it? Mama Torres gave her stamp of approval and already said for you not to worry about her but knowing you, you’ll need more reassurance from the source.”

Dante breathed out a smile, “Guilty. You know me so well.”

“I do.”

Dante hums, reaching out for you again. He lightly grips your chin, “Getting to share a whole house with you…is a big step. I wouldn’t mind that and it wouldn’t be much to think about, honestly.”

“Yeah?”

He presses a tender kiss to your lips, almost savoring the taste of you, like he commonly did. “Yeah,” he repeats, “No bullshit.”

You both laugh into each other’s faces before some clearing of throats are heard behind Dante. The buzzed haired man turns as if he’s just been caught red handed while you keep one hand rested behind his neck, finger tempted to trace one of his many tattoos.

“Now that you’re done eating each other’s faces,” Adam starts while Dante rolls his eyes, “We came to let the Missus know, our services are done for the day—

Kevin knocks his knuckles against Adam’s shoulders, “uh uh you’re not supposed to say for the day man, you gotta really sell it so she don’t ask for nothing else.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right, my bad.”

“You two ain’t shit, you know?” You joke, moving to get off the steps, “whatever happened to, ‘whoever Dante loves, we gotta love and consider them family too?’”

Adam frowns looking over at the brown skinned man, “I don’t recall ever saying that, your ass must have said that.”

Kevin pushes his lips out in thought and then admits, “I may have said that once.”

“Ah, so this is your fault?” Adam points with a laugh.

Kevin places his hand on his own chest, “there ain’t nothing wrong with spreadin’ the love, something Dante here isn’t afraid to do clearly.”

Dante scoffs, “alright, you two need to get off our backs.”

“You should really start a hugging and kissing business.” Adam instigates, “Seems like you really know what you’re doing.”

Dante smirks, although his cheeks are burning, “yeah, I think I could teach you a thing or two. You are the one that’s getting married and I’m sure you want to stay married, right?”

“Got ‘em!” Kev laughed into his balled up fist while Adam sends Dante a playful middle finger.

Adam scoffed while Dante held out his hand for them to embrace each other by the chest, “Kim don’t got any complaints, trust me.”

“Ew alright, we’ve both heard enough! Thank you.” Kevin cringes as he refers and glanced at you, “we just wanted to let you know you’re all clear, good luck with all those damn boxes you got over this place. Whatchu thinking about doing? Opening an outlet mall here instead of a home?” He pokes fun at you while you mock him talking with your hands, “Anyway! We got to get down to the station and I’ll be sending you my medical bills within the next two to three business days.”

Sucking your teeth at the man, you allowed him to embrace you, thanking him for his help while he’s the first to exit your house.

“No seriously? Why do you need so much shit?” Adam questions, holding you by the shoulders, “Maybe it’s time for a tag sale?”

You fire back at the brunette, “Are you going to help with that?”

The bearded man pretends to think about it, “how much profit we talking?”

He grins at you as you give him a blank expression before you hug him goodbye as well.

Letting out a sigh, you twirl around on one leg to face the living room. The couch and the sofa were all arranged the way you wanted them— after the first three arrangements. You had a tv stand that had barn doors that you really loved but started to think about what the tv would look like mounted on the wall and the floors? You wanted new floors as soon as possible, thankfully the man next door, who actually helped Dante a few days ago getting most of your items in while you had to work was a flooring and carpet installer. He gave Dante his business card so you figured you’d give him a call sometime this week if you didn’t run into him.

There were so many possibilities to this place. You never owned a home before and to have a distant relative that you met maybe once or twice at a family reunion years ago, really surprised you when you received a call that changed your life.

Hands tightly wrapped around you waist, caught you off guard before you felt familar lips kiss on your neck. “What’re you thinking about, pretty girl?”

Your hands go to rest along Dante’s, “that we have so much to do and I need to make a list like Kim suggested. She already helped me pick out paint swatches for a few of these rooms.”

“Course she did,” Dante comments with a laugh, his lips pressed against your temple, “you know we don’t have to have it all figured out today right? Things take time.”

“Well my great-great aunt Gladys didn’t have the time.”

“Wasn’t she almost one hundred and five?”

“That’s not—the point is time is an illusion.”

Dante frowns, “who said that again?”

“Albert Einstein.”

Dante nods, “okay my little theorist. I can sense that you’re about to stress yourself out and I think I can help with that?”

You whip around to face him, “you’ll start ripping up these floors for me?”

The buzzed haired man quickly shifts his attention to the floor, “that would be a negative on my part. I got a better idea and it starts with this.”

His hands rest low on your hips, fingertips touching your tailbone before he leans forward to kiss the corner of your lips and then over to your mouth.

“Oh…now I see where you’re going with this.” You laugh against his mouth, hands locking around the back of his neck before kissing him back. It’s truly magnetic, how you both knew how to set the pace and how it felt like your lips were made just for one another.

Dante hums as he pulls away to bury his face against your neck again. “I knew you would,” his soft voice is a bit huskier now that he set the mood, “Since I’m here and don’t have to be to the station until the evening…would you let me help you christen the place?”

You shudder feeling his tongue against your skin, hoping to it feel it much more anywhere else on your body as you say, “I thought you would never ask.”

He pulls back to grin at you, slight gap in between his front teeth gleam at you as he scoops you up bridal style, leading you upstairs to where only your bed and tons of boxes remained.

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ADAM RUZEK

Dante’s friend/co-worker at CPD’s Intelligence Unit

“Did you think there was ever any sense of regret from Dante taking on this big step?” The producer asks the man who’s seated with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, fingers caressing his facial hair in thought.

Adam feels his brows trying to meet, “Regrets? No. He loves that girl. Worshipped the ground she walked on and she looked at him like he put the damn stars in the sky. Were there nerves on Dante’s part? Definitely since this is probably his second most serious relationship. He wanted to be there and loved that he had someone to get home to.”

“Is there a chance that it all got too much way too soon?”

“Meaning what?” Adam quizzed, “I hope you’re not implying what I think you’re implying.”

The set goes quiet before the producer expresses, “It’s just a thought and I would hope as law enforcement you all would consider the worst case scenarios…even if you don’t want to.”

Adam bites down on the inside of the back of his bottom lip, feeling the frustration in his veins, “As law enforcement, you should be lucky that any of us are even bothering to give you the time of day to discuss this on going investigation.”

They’re scrambling now, “We do appreciate you being here Officer Ruzek but is it truly ongoing if it’s been months? Shouldn’t you start considering that either they’re dead or Dante is behind—

“Okay, if you’re going to continue to disrespect everything I say, without knowing the first thing about Dante’s character, then I’m not going to do any more interviews. You can take these wires and shove em—

No signal is shown.

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Crossing your arms, you lightly twisted your body back and forth as you awaited for the inspector to get upright from the ground. Dante is squeezing your shoulders, running his hands down your arms trying to get the tension out.

It had been a month and a few weeks since he’s moved into the home and you couldn’t be more in bliss with Dante being here. Although you got to enjoy the house more so since you had a hybrid schedule, there was still a warmth inside whenever you got to see his face around the home. Majority of the time you tried to wait up for him but when you couldn’t, he always made sure to embrace you before eventually climbing into bed.

Him being here with you now as the fall foliage settled in, almost made you collapse backwards (into his arms instead of the leaves) once the man wrote down the estimate of the damage and held it up for you two to see.

“Three grand for that?” Dante inquired, keeping one arm around your waist and taking the yellow paper with his other hand.

The inspector with the backwards cap and who loudly chomped on his gum scoffs, “You two must be new home owners. This house shit? Is never no walk in the park. This is an older home and they should have used concrete for the foundation instead of this crap. Then you’re going to need an exterminator to get rid of the termites in the cracks and crannies…so yeah three grand and that’s just for my part not including the service fee.”

“I’m going to be sick.” You pull away from Dante, moving to head up the stairs and through one of the doors to enter the home, leaving Dante to deal with the smart ass inspector.

You’re seated at the dining table, cheek resting in the palm of your hand and a mason jar full of water.

“Hey,” Dante greets sitting across from you, “it’s going to be fine.”

You shake your head in incredulity, “digging into my savings and yours isn’t fine to me. We’re remodeling and trying to make this feel like home but every time we try to do something new, it’s mostly a problem and it’s making my stomach cramp like crazy.”

Dante reaches for your hand to hold, “You know it doesn’t take doing all of this work to make a home right? It’s the people inside of it who know how to love and fill it up with love that make it a home.”

A crooked smile appears on your mouth then, “You’re not making my stomach feel any better with the cheese you just served me, Torres.”

“Maybe you should finally try those probiotics Violet and Lizzie left here then.” Dante suggests, which actually wipes the smile from your face while a sob rips through your lips instead.

They were your paramedic friends that wanted to throw you a house warming party but you kept telling them that the house wasn’t ready.

Bewildered Dante gets to his feet, pulling your head against his torso, “that was a stupid joke, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for! It’s not your fault this house is as old as my great-great aunt.” You bunched up his white t-shirt, which you shouldn’t have been able to do if he had his jacket zipped up!

The temperatures been dropping nearly every other day and this man thought it was cool to just be outside in a shirt and jeans but you weren’t having it, you threw a puffer jacket over his face earlier just as the doorbell rung signaling that the inspector was here.

Dante frowns, “I thought this was built in 1952?”

You wail, which only makes Dante’s concern increase and he knows in this moment he can only shut up and hold you, hoping that at some point you’ll be able to laugh about this.

And that laughter would turn into fear, which beat sorrow any day.

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A week passed when Dante got a call one late night when he and Kevin stayed back to work on a case. He wouldn’t lie and say he and Kevin weren’t goofing off, for about ten minutes until that light hearted moment changed into something unexpected. It was after ten pm, twenty minutes until eleven when your face popped up on his phone.

“Hey baby, what’re you still doing up?” Dante asked, resting his elbows on his desk.

Kevin leaves to use the restroom, squeezing Dante’s shoulders on his way by as he calls out your name in greeting before carrying on.

“Dante…” there’s shuffling on your end and he figures you must have him on speaker phone, “you didn’t rearrange the recreation room did you?”

He shakes his head then remembers you can’t see him, “No…why?”

“I heard something when I was in the living room, coming from downstairs. I turned into you and investigated. Everything downstairs was rearranged: gym equipment and mini fridge.”

“…Are you pranking me?”

“No. Why would I do that?”

“Because you want me to stop working late hours to watch those scary movies with you…wait…that’s probably what this is. Your mind playing tricks on you and everything’s fine—

His phone pings and he has to look away to see that it’s a text from you. He sighs, putting his phone on speaker as well to check out the message you sent him. It was a photo of the lower level of the home and everything was in fact rearranged. There was a possibility that you could have done it, you had strength in you no doubt but a few of the more heavier equipment pieces were questionable.

“…I’d really like it if you stop telling me things are fine when it’s feeling like it won’t be.”

Dante pinched at the bridge of his nose, “okay…I hear you. Where are you now?”

“I locked myself in the room. I’m not going downstairs for anything else.”

He exhales, “okay good. Don’t. I’ll be home by eleven-fifteen.”

“Um Dante…there’s something else.”

“What is it?”

You’re staring at the living chair you pushed underneath the door knob, “it also sounds like there’s someone pacing the floor.”

Dante feels as if he stops breathing and his pausing didn’t ease the anxiety in you, “It’s an older home, you know the floors creak right? Even with the new hardwood floors. That’s probably just what that is. Stay inside until I get there though alright?”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” Dante says in an attempt to lighten things up.

You swallow, keeping your eyes locked on the door as you sat up against the headboard of your shared bed, “I love you more.”

“Bullshit.” He teases.

A small smile graces your chapped lips, “No bullshit.”

“A little?”

“No but I love you right back.”

“That’s the answer I was looking for.”

“You’re annoying.”

“Sometimes. I’ll see you soon, don’t move.”

“Believe me, I won’t.” You say, eyes focused on the shadow that’s moving back and forth underneath the door frame.

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KIM BURGESS

Officer at CPD Intelligence Unit/Co-worker of Dante

“Did you ever witness what she was talking about when you visited the home?”

Kim sits up straight in the chair, “Did I ever see anything moving on its own? No. Did the house make weird noises? Yes. It’s an older home, something Dante also tried to justify. She never wanted Adam and I visiting when it got dark out. Especially with Makayla. I mean it’s Chicago so you can never be too sure but something else was going on with her. Whatever was going on in that house was draining her first and I hated that I couldn’t do more as a friend…for both of them.”

“What do you think happened to them?”

“I…don’t know but I know they wanted to reflect the home they found in each other in that house. It just didn’t work out that way.”

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“Everything good with y’all?” Kevin said in a hushed tone as he sat on the couch with Dante.

Dante hums, looking away from what he was writing down on the paperwork. Kevin stopped by to collect some of the files to bring into the station and Dante forgot to fill out the last section so he was trying to finish it up so it would all be good to go. “What do you mean?”

“You know…since the whole seeing feet underneath the door thing happened, however long ago?” The taller man peeks towards the kitchen, spying Mama Torres setting the table and you were nowhere in sight.

Dante looks up from the paper and says, “she…prefers to work at the office now.”

“Damn.”

“It works for her,” Dante shrugs, “But she’s also hanging out more with those paramedics, Violet and Lyla—Lizzie. Who like to have fun.”

Kevin nods, “alright…what’s wrong with that? Anything that gets her mind off whatever’s going on is good isn’t it?”

Dante looks off towards the dining area where his mom just moved from, “Yeah, I’m not mad at that. It’s just that when I am here, she’s not around and I don’t like that it feels like there’s distance between us when there shouldn’t be.”

“Kay…so why don’t you plan something? A weekend getaway, you don’t gotta leave the city or anything if finances are trash right now. Stay at a nice hotel or Airbnb and get that quality time back if you’re feelin’ some type of way.” Kevin encourages while Dante scratches at his head.

Kevin’s aware that something’s been on Dante’s mind. It’s been obvious although he’s good at hiding it but they were a team and each member always knew when something was up. Even if it was something minor, it was there.

“You might be right,” Dante rubs at his mouth in thought, “it could be just what we need.”

“Yup,” Kevin smirks as he holds his hand out for Dante to give him dap, “and you can thank me later.”

“Whatever man,” Dante chuckles before grinning but that is short lived as the sound of yelling and breaking glass is heard.

Both men jump to their feet, rushing into the dinning room and turning to their right. Mama Torres is on her knees in front of you, as you’re holding onto the back of your head crying. The side window in the kitchen is broken, some glass decorating the dark hardwood floor, which invited the crisp autumn air into the toasty home, the garbage can was knocked over on its side, and there appeared to be a strand of hair by your thighs.

“What the hell?” Kevin mutters before Dante springs into action.

Dante crouches beside the two women, glancing between both of them and his own mother appears to be shook herself. One hand touches his mother’s shoulder, while the other touches your knee.

“What’s going on? What happened?” He cross-examined both women but your eyes are clenched as more tears flood down your cheeks.

He turns to his mother, “Ma! What happened?!”

Her same hues meet Dante’s as she whispers from quivered lips, now holding onto the rosary around her neck, “Malvado.”

Which makes him glance back at Kevin who’s highly confused before Dante yanks you into his arms, tucking you underneath his chin, trying to ease your shaking.

Eventually Dante manages to get you up and through the dining room to the bathroom across from it. He gently closes the door behind him, getting you to sit on the toilet while leaving Kevin to talk to his mom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” He kisses your cheek, rubbing soothing circles along your opposite jaw, “I’ll take care of you.”

He raised his hands to dig through your hair, to examine your scalp but you latch onto his wrist. Fearing that he’s hurt you, he stops his movements to peer down at your watery eyes.

“This isn’t home anymore, Dante.” You swallow the lump in your throat, “It never was.”

Dante didn’t want to believe that.

He knew you were first reluctant to take on this home, since you didn’t know much about this aunt in the first place. It was a huge question mark trying to figure out why she would leave it in your hands but everyone of your family members either told you to not question it and be thankful or that there were other family members that deserved it more. They could have it at this point! You’ve lived in apartments, condos, townhomes, and two-family homes before so to have a single family home underneath your belt was inspiring.

It was not written in stone that you had to keep it for forever but it was something to invest in. Little did you know that it would come at the biggest price.

Losing your sanity.

However there was so much that Dante couldn’t explain and he wished he could.

Dante wished he could make it better for you…no one can say he never tried.

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KEVIN ATWATER

co-worker at CPD’s intelligence unit/friend of Dante

“Can you tell us what you saw that Sunday you stopped by?”

Kevin deeply sighs, “I know that girl was hurt and everybody was freaked out. I know that Mama Torres told me what she saw since Dante and I were in the living room when it went down. Mama Torres said, y/n just came up from the lower level of the home where their gym and laundry room is at and was talking to her. Mama Torres was sideways facing the counter while y/n had her back to the side window.”

While he’s explaining, there’s pictures shown of the kitchen and a reenactment appears as Kevin gives details of the spooky occurrence that happened that day, “Mama Torres said it was something you would see out of those horror films. They were chatting and when she lifted her head to the right, the next thing she knows, y/n is being pulled back so hard that she was yanked off her feet. Her back hit the window but it wasn’t just her body that broke that window. It was some unseen force.”

PICTURES FROM DANTE’S PHONE ARE SHOWN NEXT: images of the broken window, specs of the glass are seen inside the kitchen and outside of the home in the backyard, along with the broken frame, the garbage can was turned on its side, a piece of y/n’s hair sat along the wall underneath the damaged window pointed outwards facing the kitchen, and a few drops of blood were also shown on the hardwood.

“A unseen force?” The producer asks, “How can that be? Are you sure Mrs. Torres wasnt also seeing things?”

Kevin lifts his shoulders, “see…we can keep saying that all we want but after a while that also stops making sense.”

ANOTHER SET OF PHOTOS UPLOADED FROM: Dante’s phone, shows photos of y/n after what took place in the kitchen that day. She’s seated on the toilet, the photo is shot from above showing the bald spot in her scalp along with the bleeding gash. The back of her neck and down towards her shoulder blade shows scrapes in her skin from the glass.

“Did Dante ever see anything?”

“Besides something hurting his girl? I’m sure he did but he never spoke on it. That’s something you’d probably have to ask his ma. All I know is that if they had to get away from that hell that was supposed to be their home? I wouldn’t blame them, not one bit. I just hope they’re alright and they’re far from North Ozanam Ave.”

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After what happened that afternoon, there were no objections about leaving the house behind for a while. If that happened during the day time, then you can only imagine what could have been going on at night. Dante was more in disbelief that he ignored the signs and although he still didn’t see many the actions take place, it was enough to just see the aftermath. The last thing he stared at long and hard (his arms full of duffle bags) was the mark on the wall at the end of the stairs.

His childhood home didn’t necessarily feel any safer, thanks to all the trauma his step-father played a part in but having both of his women under one household gave him some sort of peace. Dante was raised catholic and once he managed to get you to get some rest, he’s in the kitchen talking to his ma who’s got so much incense and sage burning that he feels a tickle in his throat.

“Ma!” Dante flinches once she whacks him for putting out her incense, “it’s getting to me.”

“Good.” She sasses, “whatever that was, I don’t want it latching onto you too.”

“What?” Dante turns his eyes into slits.

“You heard me. It’s connected, preying on her and I don’t want it leeching anymore. We go to church tonight and father will fix this.” The older woman decides.

Dante blinks, not knowing the last time he’s been to church. He had his faith, it’s been on his skin to guide him yet a part of him wonders if it’s all too late. “You don’t need to be out there with us so late.”

“Do you think I’m staying here by myself? No!” She dusted off her hands with a clap so loud it sounded like thunder, “you should have came to me sooner, we could have got a hold of this malvado. It will be work I’m sure but the most high has us all.” She pats his face before stepping back to grab the kettle to pour him some tea.

Being prayed over was not something you were used to but accepted. Your energy was low even with the lavender chamomile tea Mama Torres gave to you. The sleep in Dante’s room had you tossing and turning, covered in sweats but before you knew it, his kind face was a gift to see over these past weeks and you couldn’t help but to hold him and never let go.

You stood outside from the church in the night, while Mama Torres chatted with the father inside and Dante went around the corner to grab the car as the rain started to pelt down over you. Up your hood went as the wind started to pick up, rustling the trees and bringing a chill over your body.

The sound of constant pinging from your phone was heard, from friends checking in on you but you were tired of talking. However you still found yourself pulling your phone out, eyes searching through the rain as you looked out towards the trees. It seemed as if the harder you stared, the more you saw a figure perched between the leaves. With a shaky hand, you mess around with your phone to turn your flashlight on, pointed right at the tree across the street.

And what you saw the longer you kept your flashlight across the street, made you want to scream but no sound came from your lips as the figure seemed to jump down from the tree and onto the ground. Quickly looking from left to right with the flash still on, it felt as if it was moving too fast in a blur of black.

When Dante’s coming around the corner, he sees a hooded you running towards the trees. He looks to his right, seeing his mother standing in the doorway underneath the umbrella that the father is holding, both appearing confused as Dante puts his car in park on the side of the street.

“What did you see?” He yells over the rain.

“It lives in the trees. That’s its home.” The father announces, which makes Dante pull his weapon from his waistband.

He’s not sure what that means but all he knows is that you’ve run off and now he’s running after you.

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CATALINA TORRES

Mother of Dante Torres

The salt and peppered haired woman is seen with her hands clasped, peering down into her lap.

“In your perspective, Mrs. Torres, What do you believe happened to your son and his girlfriend after the night they ran off into the trees? And why did you hold off on this information when officer Atwater knew they were staying at your house?”

The woman lets out a long exhale with her eyes closed before they open and are watery underneath the lights, “Zechariah 11:2. That’s a verse from the Bible. It reads: ‘Wail, O cypress, for the cedar has fallen, for the glorious trees are ruined! Wail, oaks of Bashan, for the thick forest has been felled! Which means no power on this earth can go against God. We are all made from him, each seed he has planted blossoms into a tree. We can all crumble at his command. In simplest terms, he has the last say and that’s what exactly happened. I have faith that he saved my children from the evil.”

“So that’s enough for you? That god has your son?”

“It should be, yes. As long as y/n is no longer hurting then neither is my son.”

“But why lie to those who are also close to Dante? They went back to that house, searched for any clues…when you and father Paul saw them go into the trees?”

She shrugs, “we do not know if they returned or not. Everything that goes up, down, or in between still has the chance to still lurk around this earth if they so wish. Which is what haunted y/n and that house. It gives me comfort, having that image of them at their happiest in that home, slow dancing not long after Dante settled in. That’s all I’ve ever wanted for my son and perhaps the cypress also gave him that.”

Those in the studio were still clueless about this entire episode they were filming for this documentary series but this was part of their job, to share the unexplainable stories.

“Has Dante ever mentioned any of his own personal experiences with that house? Outside of what was going on with y/n?”

Catalina looks almost offended, “Sure he did! The nights when he would be home there by himself, he always saw and heard it. He installed one of those doorbell camera things after the first weird thing she saw and called him about. Dante saw what I believed she saw in those trees that night she was prayed over on camera. He would not show me out of the sake of my heart but I believed him. He’s never given me any reason not to believe in or of him.”

A series of black and white video footage is shown next. It’s night time and the automatic lights flick on as a blur appears by and then on the steps. The tree leaves announce their strange happenings and it continues on with each footage that is shown but within each different date but similar time, the blur takes shape.

It has pointed skinny and many teeth that flashes the camera, almost as if it’s smiling as it shows itself right in front of the door. That image is put on pause, showing the viewers that whatever it is wasn’t human at all.

“My son’s always been a protector since he was young,” Catalina continues, “Always saw what was wrong or right pretty quickly and acted. That often led him into trouble but when he loves so immensely—which he does—he’ll do just about anything to make sure you’re safe.”

“Which is why he ran into the woods after her. Do you have any idea why she ran towards the woods instead of away? And again, why not mention any of this to the intelligence unit?” Another producer interrogates.

Catalina sniffs while pulling out some tissue, “They’re each other’s home and you don’t go knocking where you’re not welcomed. I understand that while many of you don’t and that’s okay. I did not tell the intelligence unit any of that because I know how it sounds. It’s easier just to make me out as a loony to make sense of my son’s whereabouts but the truth is: this is their story and they’re the only ones that know how it ends.”

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“Don’t tell me you’re quitting on me!” Dante says, coming into the living room to see you balled up on the couch, ready to fall asleep, “The night is still young.”

You’ve been unpacking and arranging all day, so a nap was needed.

“Babe.” You stare at him blankly although you’re whining as he puts on some music and loudly too.

Dante mocks you, grabbing onto your hands to pull you from the couch but you hold your ground, which makes him raise his brows at you. “Baaaaabe,” he mocks as he pulls you up by the waist spinning you before setting you down on your feet, “just one dance and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Just like I leave you alone about having more color in your wardrobe?”

He rolls his eyes but can’t help but to laugh right afterwards, “exactly.”

You groan, pressing your chin against his chest as you stare at him with puppy dog eyes. All he does is press a kiss to your forehead, which brings a smile to your face.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he whispers as you lean back to put your hand in his and rest the other against his bicep.

The dancing always starts off slow before picking up pace but the closeness of the slowness is Dante’s favorite part. He sways with you to the guitar, staring at you lovingly while Mama Torres leans in the archway of the dining room to watch in adoration.

His heartbeat is your favorite tune as you rest your tired head against his chest for a moment, staring out at the window behind the couch, “I hope those trees don’t get any bigger…might have to call someone to cut them down some especially when the bad weather kicks in.”

Dante follows your gaze but you can feel him shaking his head at you, “That mind of yours is always turning, huh? Just relax and look at all that we did already. That’s good enough for now, baby.”

“You’re right.” You sigh, pulling back as he twirls you underneath his arm, “Thanks for being here with me.”

Dante kisses your lips as soon as he brings you back into his chest, “No need to thank me. I love you and I want to be here.”

“I love you right back.” You wink just as the tempo of the music changes to upbeat.

You break out into some moves, chest bumping Dante who actually stumbles back in shock at what you were bringing out. You needed to dance any bad thought that tried to enter your mind and just live in the moment.

So you did as the both of you invited mama Torres onto the living room floor with you and the wide grin that spread over Dante’s face, let him know that his dance skills can never match up to you two but he tried anyway.

Across the street and through the trees, there’s glowing yellow eyes that awaken to watch the family of three in the brick house.

As soon as some headlights from a passing car shines towards the trees, a snarl can be heard from the creature in the night as they recoil into a blur back into the leaves.

HAVE YOU SEEN…?

DANTE TORRES

If you have any info contact: The Chicago Police Department — The Intelligence Unit.

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Lost Love

Character: Derek Hale x male reader, Death/Dea (original) x male reader, mentioned Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, and Eli Hale. (Scott never gets a mention)

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

Authors note: Hello. I've finally dealt with another request, (Only three months after receiving it, I'm really late with my requests) and well, I may have to apologize. I had a lot of creative issues with it, from the timeline to all of the characters that were supposed to be involved. I might also forget a character, but since it's been three months, I don't feel like rewriting everything again. So I’m sorry @arekmaximoffkq but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

"We can't win this alone!" That was a statement no one would have ever expected from their fearless True Alpha. No one ever thought that Scott McCall could feel hopeless by a threat. That was until the Legions of Darkness and the Hunters under Monroe, who could never be stopped, made a pact. It was a fragile one considering the Legions are supernaturals.

Either way, they found a common enemy. Scott McCall. Although the Legions have made massive strides to dominate the world, beginning in North America, he causes them too many problems with his alliance network.

"Before anyone says anything, I've already asked the Asian Dragons Alliance and United European Tribes, but apart from a few smaller groups within them, they can't help us much. They also fight the Legion on their continents.”

"We've never lost to anyone, Scott. Why should it be any different this time.”

"Because he's not here anymore, Liam." Derek was the one who reminded everyone of what had happened nearly fifteen years ago.

The room went silent from one moment to the next. A deadly atmosphere hung over their heads. Liam couldn't understand what was happening. He never understood when his pack went silent like this after something remembered them about someone he never got to know.

Lydia was the only one who never looked as sad as the others, she always did her best to look that way, but if people watched her closely, they could tell the subtle difference. She was also the only one who offered to help Liam and the other people who weren't around at the time.

Everyone accepted, even if it was just about getting out of the room. In Scott's kitchen, she was surrounded by a larger group, all staring at her, desperate for answers. And she told the tragic story. About her husband being possessed by a Nogitsune, causing him to more or less kill several people.

Scott had saved his girlfriend Allison but instead damned Derek's fiancé. The sword intended for the archer pierced the older man who was there only to protect the youths. Before Derek could reach him, his body dissolved, hatred in his eyes as he died. But worse, it didn't save Allison for long because just moments later, as she nocked another arrow on her bow, she was stabbed from behind and died in Scott's arms.

Since then, Derek hasn't been able to look Scott directly in the eye without wanting to kill him. Instead of just one death that day, there were two. And one of those deaths was so much more important than the other. Allison was just a formidable archer but useless in the long run. Even Lydia had to admit that as her best friend.

Derek’s fiancé - a powerful mage - did everything for them, protecting and even making sure that the threats they faced never got out of control.

To say the next generation wasn't impressed would be an understatement. They always looked up to Scott, his supposedly strong moral compass. But now they knew his true intentions; selfishness.

Lydia knew from day one you saw Scott for the vile person he actually is. She only saw it after a few years of being separated from him. Being under the same roof with him now made her sick. She could only see her best friend's dead face and Derek's broken face.

Now more and more people have been able to see it, although it doesn't change anything because Scott is still their Alpha. But at least now they know that most of his decisions are selfish and not for the greater good.

"So what can we do?" Mason asked Lydia, slowly getting restless himself.

The look she gave him, and the whole group spoke all the necessary words. "I don't think we can do anything. We can only hope it doesn't get any worse."

Lydia should never have said those words. Mere days later, the sudden appearance of the Oni, quickly followed by the Nogitsune they thought had been killed, and then someone who broke their fragile pack even more apart.

She had no choice but to get help herself.

With the rest of the pack still at home, Scott tried to keep everything together while getting his Allison back. Lydia was in Jackson's car with him and his husband. "Who are you looking for anyway? I thought the supernatural council already told Scott we couldn't help."

But she said nothing. Not ready to say anything.

Ethan had the idea right away, but his husband didn't. Jackson kept nudging Lydia. To the point where his husband put his hand over his babbling mouth before Lydia would overturn the car.

They spent the rest of their journey in absolute silence until they came to a private road. "Please wait here. Don't follow me, and please don't ruin this, okay?" Without even waiting for an answer, she exited the car.

As she walked up the street in high heels, her arrival could be heard far out. She never intended to be secretive, which worked well enough for her.

She could feel the heavy air everywhere, filled with so much raw magical power that she kept marveling that the animals that lived there didn't suffocate. For example, she never had trouble breathing, but once she got there, she could never take a single proper breath.

“If this is not Lydia Martin. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years!“ Your voice suddenly called out to the banshee. Already used to your antics, she turned around but could not see you immediately. “Turn around again.“

And she did, slowly, but she did. With a big smile, you stood before her, a crown of flowers with red and white roses, without thorns in your hands. Without hesitation, you crowned her again as you normally do whenever she comes by.

"You never change, do you?"

"Nope." With another big smile, you pulled Lydia into your arms. "It's so nice to see you again!" After their brief hug, he put her arm around his. "Now tell me why you are here. Our next meeting was only a few months away.”

Lydia would have been a fool to think you didn't smell the need for her to come to you so early. She was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.

"A lot of things happen, and I know you don't like it when I talk around, so I'll just ask you. Could you come and-"

"Dad!" The panicked voice of one of your sons jerked you away from Lydia. Before you could react, however, your two sons stood before you and Lydia, with someone you knew and someone you didn't. "We found these intruders and- Aunt Lydia, what are you doing here?"

"You two have grown." She was utterly surprised to see them standing so tall, which made her slightly uneasy, knowing she would have many questions that the man she was meeting would most likely won't like.

Luckily Jackson - who was brought by one of my sons - was doubled-over from feeling sick because of the teleportation.

Shaking your head in amusement, you couldn't hold back your snarky thought: "Jackson, are you still not used to this?" Your voice froze him in his tracks.

Slowly, very slowly, almost scarily he raised his head, his eyes though still fixated on the floor. Standing almost straight again he still did not dare look at you. Lydia told him that he could and with her reassurance he finally did. His eyes quickly filled with tears as he locked them with yours. His baby-blue eyes shimmered with shock but in a happy way.

Without warning, he lunged forward at a pace neither your sons nor you could do anything about. He pulled you into his arms, much more muscular than you remembered. Now he feels and looks a lot like a young Derek. Thinking about him always made you sad, which not only your sons felt this time.

Only Jackson was apparently unaware of this. "This is Ethan, my husband!" he told you excitedly, smiling cheek to cheek, ignoring the fact that you were not dead and standing still alive in front of him.

You gently cupped his face, which now looked much older than yours. Just another curse of your existence. "I will meet your handsome husband in a moment. But before, how are you and your parents?" His face darkened. "You forgot what you promised me, didn't you?" Shame crossed his face for a short moment. He became the little boy you met when you moved to Beacon Hills, who just found out he was adopted again.

You saved him from getting hit by a car, talked to him, and brought him back to his parents in the evening. For years you tried to get him to see them for who they are; but you were unsuccessful. You finally got through his thick skull, but you died before Jackson, his parents, and you could meet again.

"Then we must do it soon. They are not getting any younger and deserve to be loved by you. After all, they raised you. But I also have to blame them for spoiling you little shit!” You jokingly shook his head with your hands, ruffling his perfect hair. It eventually brought a small smile to his face.

Booping his nose brought back many sweet memories with little Jackson and even moody teenager Jackson. Slowly you pulled your hands away from him. In the same movement, he turned and looked at the other man, who finally rose from his slouching position.

"Ethan is your name, right?" you asked in a dangerously low voice that sent a cold sweat down his son's back. He nodded and swallowed hard. "I think this little rascal over here told you about me?" You glanced back and forth at the couple with a raised eyebrow.

"My big brother," Jackson whispered to his husband to refresh his memory. Suddenly, Ethan's eyes widened with shock and realization.

His body suddenly went stiff. He even held out his hand to most likely properly greet you.

“Hey, little brat?“

“Yes?“

"How come you've got not only a handsome man but also a well-mannered one while still being the same obnoxious brat?"

He could see your cheeky, teasing grin that had torn holes in his heart so many times before, believing the hurtful things you said until you made it clear it wasn't meant like that.

However, Ethan knew nothing about it.

"Because Jackson is an amazing man, passionate, gentle, romantic-"

"He didn't mean it like that. He complimented us both."

"What? He attacked you!"

Both Jackson and you looked at each other, giggling at his words. "Brat is my nickname for him because that's what I called him the first we met. He is and remains obnoxious to me because although he has a hard, unfriendly demeanor on the outside, he has a heart of gold. I'm just glad he hasn't changed."

Horror filled Ethan's eyes as you explained the rather adorable things you had to say about his husband. You could see that he wanted to fall into a hole right then and there.

Without a word, you suddenly stood before him and put one of your hands on his cheek. "If you hurt my little boy, I will kill you and destroy your body on a molecular level, dissolve you, and destroy every memory anyone ever had of you, understood?"

At first, he seemed amused by the innocuous-sounding threat, but when he looked into your eyes, he knew it wasn't a joke. Eyes wide, you pulled him into a hug. "Welcome to the family!" In your arms, you whispered something else in his ear, a threat he couldn't ignore, but you made sure no one else could hear.

As you pulled away smiling, Jackson smiled too without looking at his husband, who looked pale, horrified at you.

"Now, can someone explain why you're all here?"

“Scott needs your help.“

"No." You turn and motion for your boys to come with you. Even though they were intrigued by the name Lydia mentioned, they followed you anyway.

"We need your help," Jackson pointed out. Looking into your eyes melted your heart a little, but you still couldn't.

With gentle eyes, you looked at the boy who was like a little brother to you. You still had to say it, even though you didn't want to: "No. I'm sorry, but I can't."

Jackson's face twisted, hurt at my refusal to help him. "If you had asked me, I would have done it immediately, but not with this boy and possibly the man who let me die." Suddenly the ground shook under your words, and time flew by, just for you to reverse it again.

"No one would be safe without your help!" Lydia tried again, but you waved your hand and teleported her back to their vehicle. Your boys wanted to know what it was about, but you couldn't tell them. They only know the bare minimum, and you want it to stay that way.

Days went by without Lydia trying to contact you again. You have feared for the safety of those who have been good to you, but you cannot save them every time they get into trouble. You were working on the ranch when you felt something strange.

One moment you were standing in one of the barns, and the next at the edge of your property. "What do you two are doing there?"

Your sons were jumping around in utter fear. One of the few rules they have to follow is that they can't leave the property without you.

"We have to help them!" the elder twin said bluntly while his younger brother had his eyes on the floor.

"You want to see your father, don't you?" That question silenced him immediately. "Don't worry. He won't die. He's like a cockroach. He comes out of everything with a few little bruises and maybe a few wounds.”

But they were determined to help Scott's pack. You could see it in his eyes and later even in his brother's eyes when he finally looked up at you. When they saw your eyes glow purple, magical energy flowed around you, and a moment later, the bubble that kept the ranch hidden from supernatural beings. It as well saved it from natural disasters.

They stared at you in surprise as your eyes went back to normal. "Then go. But not with all your abilities. You can teleport to them but not back or anywhere. Your powers will be minimal."

After that, you just disappeared, hurt, disappointed, and proud simultaneously. Being able to feel your boys teleport away, a strange pain immediately filled your chest. At first, slowly, and then suddenly, you winded in pain. Somehow able to suppress it, you walked back into your house, taking a book out, trying to just forget about it.

Just a sentence in, you were unable to concentrate anymore. For minutes you just stared at the filled pages before you threw it away, awaiting to hear it land on the floor.

All the alarm bells went off in your head at once because that sound never came. Ready to rip some heads off, you were suddenly frozen in place. "Finally, we meet again!"

"That's impossible!" you called out loudly through clenched teeth. "I killed you!"

Suddenly there was a child in front of you and next to him a middle-aged man. "You killed one of us and we want his powers back, you filthy mortal!"

The child was about to touch you. His small hand was outstretched to do whatever he wanted to you when suddenly a spear pierced his head. Blood splattered everywhere. Gasping in shock, he fell to the ground and disappeared. Only to reappear shortly thereafter. "I am the past! You cannot kill me!" Anger emanates from the small body, much more than a child should be able to feel.

You had an intense desire to contest this but believed it might be a while before you would find something that could actually kill this spoiled brat.

In complete contrast stood the middle-aged man. "We just want grandfather time back. After that, we'll leave you alone... forever."

Anger surged back through your body, reminding you of how they tried to erase your existence multiple times, the first being right at your birth. "No!" you told him after lashing out with your powers and destroying his body in no time.

"You'll see," the same middle-aged guy suddenly told you from the other side. “Maybe you can kill my son, the past because the past is quickly forgotten. And maybe even my father because the future hasn't been written yet." Out of nowhere, without you even feeling him move, he leaned in with his mouth next to your ear. "I am the present, omnipresent, unkillable except when the universe implodes in on itself."

The anger you were feeling did not subside. It even became worse, as his words felt like a looming threat to you. „What if I kill your son as well? Wouldn’t I be the controller of the present, through manipulation of past and future?“

The man smiled for the first time. "You're a lot smarter than I thought." After that, his voice softened a lot. "I allow you to keep the future, but use it wisely. You are a part of me now, and I am one of you, don't risk the balance of nature. At least no more than you have already done. You perversion of nature!"

You fell over as time worked again and lay on the floor while the middle-aged man crouched in front of his arms on his thighs. "You and your sons are abominations, an error of a magical nature. Therefore, in order to have the foresight of future events will be useful, but you must protect the universe with your power and that of your children! If not, we will find a way to kill you like we did the one who freed people's minds giving them absolute freedom."

Now that a real threat was being uttered, chills ran through your blood went cold – almost as cold as ice – you could already tell that his words were not empty.

You agreed with him. Though you knew you were powerful, you doubted there was any chance for you to win against something or someone so fundamental to the workings of the universe itself.

He smiled at you. A smile so malicious that fear was no longer the right word; you were horrified by this man. Somehow he must have sensed this because he turned to his son: who glared at you but took his father's hand.

They disappeared suddenly and without a trace; no magic, not even a smell.

Startled by this event, you fell back in your seat, exhausted and angered by your passive behavior. Maybe it was finally time to show everyone just how powerful you really are and not just give them some showings of lesser magical abilities you harbor. But where?

The pain that was gone came back a thousand times stronger than before. A scream so high you thought your vocal cords would eventually tear apart came out of you. It felt like your heart was exploding into a million pieces.

In a panic, you suddenly found yourself in a school that you had to attend many times considering you were - under normal circumstances - still would be, the mother figure of a pack of supernaturals.

Only now, you see older versions of all the teens you helped grow, broaden their horizons, and more. They fight the same enemy you died against. Right in the middle were your children - they were more of a hindrance than a real part of the struggle. Without much of their powers, they are almost useless.

You were watching the fight, but soon a girl - the cause of your death - snuck up behind the group and your sons.

You watched wide-eyed as she put an arrow in her bow, drew it, and let it fly. Your eyes followed the line of it exactly. As you realized where it would end up, a burning hatred began to flare in your veins. Not only was she the cause of your death, but now she was after your children?

A burst of raw magical energy shattered the illusion of the time - in which you were being held. With the smell of revenge in your nostrils and the tingling in your fingers, your scene changed again, only this time it was your own doing.

***

How can that be? Where did these two guys come from? And why do they look so like... him? My mind was racing as two boys about eighteen suddenly shoved Eli and me out of the way of danger, and then their hands glowed in that familiar color.

With only a few movements of their hands, they threw away the Onis with absolute ease. It reminded me even more of him. Honestly, everything reminds me of him, especially these days. Watching Eli grow up didn't make it any better. Maybe he would have stayed, even after what I did. But no, I had to be selfish and believe that she would stay with me.

Before I could ask them if they knew of him, they had summoned magic to forge weapons and engaged the Onis in sword fights.

Soon most of the Onis came to their comrade's aid and pushed both boys to their limits. First, their magic began to flicker before it just…disappeared.

As I watched them fight against those who had killed my one true love, I had this strange feeling, as if it was my duty to protect these young men as if they were my own flesh and blood.

"Get out of the way!" The boys only looked at me in shock, not moving at all. It forced Eli to suddenly transform, to push the other boys to the ground. Even though no blood was spilled or flesh pierced, my heart stopped even thinking that any of the three might have been injured.

Just as I wanted to scold my son, I froze in place, seeing the light-breaking shine of the sword rushing down.

A growl escaped my dry lips, my sore throat already dying, but not even that could stop the Oni from its hatred-filled attack against the three.

Since my body was too weak to move, even as a werewolf, I became too tired after hours of fighting. I could only watch as my son, the only good thing in my life that I ended up doing, would die right before my eyes.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes as the sword went deeper and deeper, now piercing his skin.

A sudden burst of violet light blinded me from seeing the death of my only loved one left. Screaming his name on a tongue that scolded and disciplined him more times than was necessary. I couldn't hold back my tears over the death of my son! He had to die without being able to see me: his father. Even though I was the worst father imaginable, I was still his father. Not being able to comfort my son in his last seconds of life will be the second worst experience of my life. It was hard enough living without the light of my life. But without my son? I could make my own life there!

"Don't go near my sons, you hellspawn!"

I... I know that voice! That voice... so soft and yet stern at the same time, it put all my hair up almost immediately.

I could only hear its magic crackling and things colliding. I could only imagine what had happened. But slowly, very slowly, the blindness - from the bright light - wore off. From blurred eyes, I saw a silhouette fighting like a monster against the real monster attacking us.

"Are you both all right?" His voice again, his beautiful voice. "I warned you, outside of the bubble, you will not be able to use your full power. As my sons, your powers are immeasurable. Therefore, it will take time and discipline to unlock your abilities again!”

Hearing his voice scolding these young men and calling them his "sons" almost broke me. They seem so old! How is that possible? Did he have these kids before we met?

Before I could ask, however, I felt a burning pair of eyes on me and saw one of the twins pointing at me. When his eyes met mine, it was as if I hadn't been dazzled by his striking entry: my eyes could take in all of him. I could see its raw beauty right in front of me. He never had to do anything to look good, but now? He was gorgeous, just as young as I had met him.

But his eyes didn't show me the same love as they used to. There was disgust and anger in them instead. Of course, I deserve both, but it still hurt me.

"Dad, are you okay?" Even though I've never treated Eli the way he deserves, he still cares about me, which made my heart skip a beat.

"Dad? How old are you?" My veins turned cold, freezing even, hearing the angry voice of my true love. I just realized that if he knew Eli's age, he would know the whole truth.

At first, Eli didn't realize he was being addressed like the clueless boy he always was. It warmed my heart a bit. But soon, he must have felt the twinkling eyes on him because he turned and asked his question again. Eli, almost forced to speak now, looked at me confused, almost scared, but I nodded, not wanting to know what he would say or do.

"I-I'm fifteen, s-sir."

Sir? Eli was never that well-behaved or reclusive person who respects strangers.

His eyes widened instantly, and the anger turned to pain as his hand flew over his heart, pinched his skin, and even a tear found its way to the corner of his eye.

"Who was it, Derek?" He was speaking to me, speaking directly to me, and I could hear him! But does that mean... he's alive?

Just now, realizing that I wasn't actually hallucinating, I nearly shit my pants lying on the floor, bruised and sore.

"Who did you cheat on me with? Fifteen years..."

There was no way I could lie to him again as I had so many years ago. "It was Breadon."

"Are you serious?" There was only disappointment in his eyes, and I could only feel the same. I feel ashamed of myself every day. Even though Eli came out of it, I still feel terrible.

"She died ten years ago. But she left right after the birth, leaving Eli and me alone. I thought if you weren't there, my heart would be hers. But we soon realized that neither of us loved the other, and I didn't date anyone else after..." A lump in my throat kept me from spilling out everything I could think of.

"You betrayed me? Let me die like I didn't mean anything?" He could hardly contain his anger but did his best, most likely for his sons and not for me. "You know what the funniest thing is? I was so in love with you that I would have forgiven you for cheating on me and getting a woman pregnant."

It was like a dagger piercing my heart when I heard that. Hearing those words of love once more, I realized in the next moment that my life could have been so much sweeter with that man. A man so deeply in love with me to forgive the worst betrayal of all.

***

When you saw Derek again, you felt a sudden outburst of hatred, but hearing that his life was so bad made it... subside, just like that. He's a lot worse off than you are now. It gave you a kind of satisfaction you never knew you needed.

"Get up, you pathetic man, and fight. I won't do it all by myself." Derek looked up in surprise when you spoke to him in a disgusting tone like that. "As I did with the hunters and the Legion of Darkness!" you mumbled softly afterward.

Derek stared at you in absolute shock. He knew you were strong fifteen years ago, but this?

A hiss came out of nowhere. A tone Derek and all other werewolves know all too well. You heard it often before as well. Far away was someone you knew should be dead. The arrow she released was in line with you. Without even trying to get out of the way, use your magic to surround the projectile to deflect it in a different direction or stop it mid-air.

Knowing this was the only way it could go: you turned back to Derek. Only for the arrow to pierce your shoulder. It only got stopped by your bone.

For a second, you were shocked, only to feel the dark magic of another being. The Nogitsune - a powerful spirit - could not simply be killed, as you now know.

“Hmm… I should have been prepared for that. After all, his disgusting smell is all over this damn place!”

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"That stupid Nogitsune. As always, Scott can't do anything right.”

Just as Derek opened his mouth, you stared at him, effectively silencing him before he could even utter a single sound.

"Huhu... Death, where are you?" Your voice sweet as sugar. Your sons already know this sound, and Derek did it too. Only Eli was confused, but even he broke out in a terrible sweat. "Do I have to go up there and beat your ass again?"

Just as your threat sounded, an extremely low chuckle could be heard from somewhere. A smile graced your beautiful face when you heard it.

"I think you got it the wrong way around." His heavy footsteps echoed through the school corridors.

"Uncle Dea!" your two sons shouted and jumped into the man's arms.

He laughed heartily at this warming gesture; A six-foot and seven-inch-tall man was tall enough for your two boys to hold on to, and his muscular torso, wrapped in a himation - white lose clothes - showed off his big, muscular pecs and his eight-pack. In your eyes, he was and always will be the most handsome man in any world or realm.

Soon he was pulling your sons away, his eyes fixed on you. "What did I do to annoy you this time, sweetheart?" His deep bass voice is so dark it sends shivers down your spine. He slowly moved towards you while your knees were already weakening. "It's so nice to see you again after all these years."

"I'd say the same thing... if there wasn't someone you promised me the last time we saw each other is dead and in heaven." Irritated, especially by your disrespectful tone, he slightly angled his head, almost as if he wanted to warn you. But as he followed your outstretched index finger, his eyebrows suddenly jumped up in confusion.

"What the hell is she doing here? Her soul should be at peace!” he muttered angrily to himself as a book appeared in his hand. As he flipped through it, more and more arrows flew in your guy's direction. Strangely enough, your magic still couldn't protect you from them. All you guys could do was evade them.

Until the atmosphere suddenly changed, darkness blossomed from a place where you only knew warmth. Death glowed in that atmospheric-changing darkness, ready to devour all life.

"Someone stole her soul and gave her a new body!" he roared loudly, his voice deafening, exploding all the windows and even doors around us. It even threw Allison off balance, forcing her to the ground and snapping her bowstring.

"Can you do something about it?"

"Do I look like a wizard?" After a moment's pause, his dark eyes met yours, "Don't answer that, or I'll have to spank you later."

An angry blush appeared on your face. "Not like a wizard, but a really hot farmer, at least with the scythe."

His dark eyes swallowed you whole; it was pure lust, but deep down, also love. "Even if your god were still alive, not even he would be able to save you from me when I get you later alone." He licked his plump lips, causing an immense lump to form in your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe effectively. "But I can't do anything at the moment. Someone has to kill the body the hunter girl is in before I can take her soul this time, so she can never be reborn.”

Cracking your fingers and neck, your eyes were solely on the huntress. Knowing that only you would kill that bitch, because everyone else is riding Scott’s dick, trying to make this joke of an Alpha happy.

Before you could cast a single spell at her, the same useless Alpha had his claws rammed into your chest. Determination in his eyes as you two looked at each other, on eye level.

"No!" suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind you. In a flash, dark hair pushed Scott away from you. His claws ripped from your chest before the Alpha had a chance to crush your heart.

Breathing heavily in pain, you bend over to hide the true extent of the pain. "Dad!"

"Don't worry. I'm okay. Angry, but okay." You smiled at your two sons, who immediately came to your side, each holding an arm. Just then, you glanced over at them. "Lydia? Jackson? If any of you ever come to me to ask for another favor and still be associated with Scott... you'll wish you had jumped into lava because the death you would suffer at my hands will even make the devil blush! "

Lydia has known for a long time that you hated Scott, and over time she realized that your hatred was not unfounded. Especially after Stiles' death, which was also his fault, leaving her with two young children, the last born a month after her husband's tragic death.

Jackson wasn't even a part of the McCall Pack, but as an old ally and somewhat friend to the 'True Alpha‘ he still does his bidding if asked nicely.

They both looked at each other, their friendship still there, even after all these years. They talked silently before nodding at each other. They quickly switched from Scotts' side to yours.

In all honesty, you knew these two would come to your side before you even issued that ultimatum. Especially Jackson. If he didn't already know, he would soon learn that you've always taken care of him.

"Please, look after my boys. I'll take care of this devil spawn!” Allison was Lydia's best friend. You knew it was hard for her, but she had cried after her long enough. She's a smart cookie and aware that Allison is dead, and it isn't okay that she is back, especially not for nature, to which Lydia is close herself.

Using your magic, you lifted yourself into the air and flew to where Allison was last seen.

But when you got there, only her ruined bow was left. Before you could react, a knife was in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you pulled out the dagger and threw it at her, only hitting the wall behind her. Because she was already gone again, cursing under your breath, you began to search for her again.

A massive salvo of knives hit you quickly, your entire left side being scratched, punctured, or sliced open by them.

At that point, you had it with these games. You jumped from room to room with your powers and found them soon enough. With your magic around her neck, you imprisoned her; Before you could finish her little game by killing her stolen body, someone or something pulled her back and cut off the magic holding Allison in place. You were confronted with a being that had once been human, mummified, but it was still obvious.

You were the only person who could fight the Nogitsune. In your opinion, Stiles was always useless, but you have to give him one thing: he was an intelligent guy and the only one who could outwit a dark being like this. Without him, only you and your brute strength could be an enemy to him.

Meanwhile, the others tried to capture Allison despite her being faster, smarter than ever, and most horrifically deadlier.

"I swear by all the dead gods, if Scott had ever been responsible enough to kill his damn enemies, none of this bullshit would ever have happened!"

With renewed anger, even hatred, seething so deep in your soul that something strange happened, something painful.

Your magical core, which many people call 'soul' exploded, not in a destructive but an opening way as if nature had accepted your requests and could finally see the value in your existence.

Even the dark being, fueled by hatred, fear, and anger, suddenly became afraid. Your son's, just as you experienced something similar. Their eyes glow a purple hue, just like yours. But unlike you, their other side - they inherited from your ex-fiancé - has broken away from the many walls you built inside them.

For the first time in fifteen years of their lives, they transformed. The boys knew they could have done that from birth because of their vast magical abilities. But as they did so, the walls around them crumbled with their enormous size.

At that moment, you pulled yourself out of your pain and helped your sons control their magic that could shatter the very fabric of existence. Although slightly smaller, they are still at least five times larger than a regular wolf. In unison, they howled loudly, startling the nogitsune even more and making it tremble with terrible fear. You gathered magic in a ball of violet energy and threatened the dark being that tried to flee but failed this time. As it slowly began to warp into the shadows, you blocked the shadow, isolating it from everything else. Shocked, the Nogitsune tried to escape, but the magic-like handcuffs pulled on all four of his limbs.

"What must I do to keep you away from the mortal realm?" you asked him, sighing heavily. You looked away from that for a second, mostly for dramatic effect, over to Dea. Strangely, he pointed to where the Nogitsune was. But when you looked back, he was gone again. "Are you fucking SERIOUS?" Your voice echoed loudly through the school hallways, alerting everyone that something was beyond wrong.

Pissed off, you were going to blow up the whole building. But out of nowhere, the younger of your twins pulled something out of a shadow. A leg. But only one leg, not the whole dark being, but at least part of it.

Frantically, the leg tried to get out of his sharp teeth, but your son held it tight and carried it over to you with a toothy doggy grin.

Instead of pulling it out, you put it in a purple magic prison. Separate it from his body. Immediately after that, it stopped moving but stayed there. Although it was no longer bound to his body, it still existed.

It wasn't long before your younger son was carrying Allison, also in his mouth, mauled by him. A gasp could be heard from the sidelines, a hurt, irritated one. "If you dare touch one of my sons, Scott, I will maim you in ways you can't even imagine!" You didn't even look at him, but your voice told him the threat was real and near. So he quickly withdrew.

Your son threw Allison to your feet; her body was bleeding badly. "Finally, I can do what was supposed to happen!" Without guilt, you formed a sharp weapon in your hand and raised your arm to strike. As the blade swung through the air, but you had to stop as Scott jumped in front of his ex-girlfriend. You weren't shocked at all. He built everything around her, and she is with him now. Jumping from girl to girl, even dating his former best friend's ex-girlfriend, like a cliché player in romantic high school movies.

Instead of killing her, you sliced him with the blade. He cried out in agony as his skin began to burn slightly. “It won't heal, Scott. Any cut I give you with this blade that might heal will leave permanent scars.”

But he didn't seem to care because he stood there, teeth clenched. So you slashed him again and again... and again. You soon found yourself enjoying causing pain to this narcissistic little boy who never grew up.

"My love!" His deep voice finally snapped you out of your crimson thoughts of revenge. Dea's hand on your shoulder, his eyes looking at you with concern.

A slightly embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. You averted your eyes far from him. But he pulled you into his arms. As you began to sob softly, your two sons came to your side and wrapped Dea and you in their united arms. Warmth, a happy and hopeful warmth, welled up in your broken heart.

When all eyes were on your little family, even the pain and jealousy of your first love, no one heard the bloody gasp at your side. Not even you until you felt something drip down your arm. Looking slightly down, there was a red substance. As your eyes looked around some more, you found the origin.

Scott sat up, his mouth bloody and a blade sticking out of his body, piercing his heart. "The mage is right. You really should have killed me when you had the chance!" An ominous chuckle followed those words.

Your eyes widened in shock as they flew toward the magical prison. Only one leg remained from the bandaged leg: a female leg. As your eyes darted back to Allison, you could see her skin slowly peeling off, revealing the Nogitsune.

When you tried to hit it with your magic sword, it disappeared. Leaving its blade pierced in Scott's chest. But you didn't give a damn; his alpha status should never have happened anyway. Maybe now someone more worthy could be elevated to this status.

At that moment, there was something more urgent. Telepathically, you told your sons to look for the real Allison. It didn't take long for them to find her: hiding behind some desks. But they just howled, which meant they couldn't carry her, so you walked past the dying Scott into the classroom and closed the door.

Soon you came out again, not a hair out of place. “Our work is done here. Lydia, Jackson, and even Ethan, you know where to find us. I'd be happy to host you whenever you want. Maybe next Christmas?” Ignoring Scott, who made his death so melodramatic.

Before you could leave, however, Derek pulled you aside. "Why didn't you ever tell me I had children?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me you cheated?" I stared at him for an answer. "Of course, no answer. Due to my short death, I had to put more magical energy into them. Their bodies became too weak to sustain the immense magical pressure. I had to kill one of the three gods of time to force their bodies to age to keep them alive. I suffered great pains to give birth and keep them alive. Now they look like eighteen-year-old men but are actually only fifteen. I'll keep them sealed for another three years, then if they want to have contact with you, they can. But I won't."

"Neither will we." your two boys said in unison as they look at their father in disgust.

It brought a smile to your face. As you teleported back up with your sons, you looked at Derek one last time. "I wanted to tell you the day I died. At least the blade cutting me down showed me the real you. I hope you never find love again and die despised by most.”

Before that day, you never told your sons what happened, only that something happened that forced you to get away from their father. You always wanted them to form their own picture of their father.

He tried to grab you, but luckily you got away just in time. Derek stayed there, his hand grasping air.

"Three more years... I have to train more people to be able to retire by then and finally marry this man!" Death himself murmured softly. It immediately caught Derek's attention. "Oh, I am sorry. The man you cheated on and I've been with for several years. I fell in love with him when he won against me: the first time anyone's won, for that matter. At least I'd never betray him.” The smug grin on Death's ice-cold face had been enough to make Derek wince in fear.

Unfortunately, you didn't witness his fear of your one true love: a man, an otherworldly being just like you. But no matter how much you despise Derek, you will forever be grateful for your relationship with him for giving you your two beautiful boys.

However, for now, you will most likely have to cuddle them to make the day's horrible events go away.

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#derek hale #derek hale x male reader #Derek Hale Request #derek hale one-shot #teen wolf #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf request #teen wolf one-shot #x male reader #male reader #Eli Hale #Lydia Martin #Jackson Whittemore

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lunarsilver · 2 years ago

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What awaits you in December?

As always, choose the picture or number you feel most drawn to.

REMEMBER

I’m not a doctor, a psychiatrist, a therapist nor a psychologist. Tarot readings will never replace meetings with them.

It’s a general reading, so not everything will resonate.

If you can’t choose between two piles, probably both of them have some messages for you. You can also not identify with any of them and that’s okay too.

Readings can help you make a decision, but they shouldn’t be the main reason of making it.

1 ~ 2 ~ 3

PILE 1

Theme (Major Arcana only): The Lovers – Back of the Deck: The Empress

More info: Ace of Pentacles (R) – Ace of Cups (R) – The Fool – Back of the Deck: Seven of Swords (R)

Oh man, so many cards related to new beginnings!

The theme of your December will be relationships and feminity (regardless of your gender). The deck I used for this part of the reading futures characters from a certain game – both of them are young girls being in touch with who they are and what they want (maybe some of you play Genshin Impact and Barbara or Fischl are somehow special for you). There’s this stepping into your power and embracing who you are. Even if some may think your hobbies or how you express yourself is weird or cringe, there is also a lot people out there that would adore you and appreciate what you do for them.

As I said at the beginning, the second part of the reading kinda shocked me, literally all of the cards except the one at the back talk about some sort of a new start, pretty straightforward. This December is a whole new beginning, why wait for the new year. Be careful, there’s some chance you can miss if you won’t act. Plan ahead. There will be some looking into yourself, understanding your emotions. Do you have an imposter syndrome? There will be harder moments, but The Fool heralds a new beginning, stepping into your power and having fun with discovering new things. Seriously, getting to know yourself better and embracing it just keeps popping up. A truly „stop cringing, embrace the cringe” message.

Kinda an afterthought, but your relationships with family can be important, most likely with your parents and/or siblings, especially with your (older) sister.

PILE 2

Theme (Major Arcana only): Death (R) – Back of the Deck: The World

More info: Queen of Wands (R) – Three of Pentacles – Five of Pentacles – Back of the Deck: Knight of Wands

Looks like you will experience some blockages and stagnancy, but it’s also pretty clear this December is all about your inner self: seeking closure and inner transofrmation. It isn’t really about outer world, more about you yourself. Maybe some of you will feel a little stuck in your spirituality or disconnected from your ancestors/spirits. In case any of you plays Genshin Impact, I used a deck with characters from it for this part of the reading and the ones on your cards are Hu Tao and Paimon, maybe they’re somehow significant to you.

Now, going more into details – we have Wands and Pentacles here, fire and earth. Do you plan to visit some older building, all in white and beige, maybe abandoned, full of plants? Pretty specific, but it came to my mind when I was looking at the pictures of the Pentacles cards, they have both a pretty similar vibe, calming and kinda mysterious. A museum? Renaissance vibes.

Yeah, this Queen of Wands in reverse? That’s what I was talking about earlier, you concentrate energy on yourself now. You may spend more time alone, to understand yourself better. However! It doesn’t mean you won’t have people around you, after all we have two cards from the Court here. You will work on some project together. Remember about clear communication with each other. Nearer the end of December you can have some struggles; save some money for sure, and remember to have reliable people around you. You know, if you ever feel lonely, remember it’s always temporary. Knight of Wands says you’ve got it! You have this passion and determination, pile 2, you can do this! Oops, the Knight slided out of the pile and The Lovers showed up from under it. So, there was this feeling in me that for some of you The Knight can actually represent someone else that will be important for you during December, and I feel like these Lovers kinda confirm it. Some bond, maybe? As if this Knight was about to bring a precious relationship, you are the queen and someone else is the knight – for some, of course. Alternatively, it’s a confirmation of my words: you will do it. Some choices are to be made, and you have the fire in you to make it.

PILE 3

Theme (Major Arcana Only): The Tower – Back of the Deck: Justice

More info: The Hanged Man – King of Pentacles – Six of Swords – Back of the Deck: Knave of Wands (R)

Okay, guys, some major, sudden change, a big event or process that can be hard for you to handle. After The Tower usually something better comes to us, so keep it in mind when it won’t be easy for you. This change is related to what Justice represents: clarity and truth, cause and effect, Justice doesn’t take anybody’s shit. Whatever it is, justice will be served. For some, it can be more literal, be about law. For others, maybe someone who treated you unfair or bullied you is going to deal with the consequences. If you feel like you can be the bad guy in someone’s scenario, it’s time to change. Wow, sorry for being so serious here, just gotten into this mood after seeing the cards. In case any of you plays Genshin Impact, I used a deck with characters from it for this part of the reading and the ones on your cards are Raiden Shogun and Jean, maybe they’re somehow important to you. Some problems with keeping balance in your life?

Moving on, the beginning of this December is about letting go, stopping for a moment, reflecting, looking from a different perspective. It looks like you will be in your power, pile 3! Money, work – you have this under control. Maybe you will be some kind of a leader. Working on some passion project? There’s this stability and reliability in you, even thought different things can be frustrating. Remember to be patient. The end of the December will bring you a transition of some kind, leaving something behind – probably The Tower will be in ruin by now and you will start something new, better than what this Tower was. We have here Major Arcana, Pentacles, Swords and Wands, we only lack Cups (I actually saw a reversed King of Cups while shuffling but it didn’t pop out) – this can signalize a disconnection from feelings. Remember to give yourself some time to think about why you feel a certain way.

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yunomagic · 2 years ago

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Every single way Luz Noceda and Movie Sonic are similar (and why i think they should be besties)

These two are genuinely my moods, my kins, and my children and i actually do think they would be besties and its all gonna make sense in a minute i swear. Do be warned that this may be incoherent cuz I am like that, and that some things might’ve been said wrong. The elaborations are in no particular order and some explanations may be longer than others. ALSO this contains spoilers for both The Owl House and the Sonic Movies so if you haven’t watched one or both of em please do so when you can and come back to this. anyways Here we go:

Both resemble the archetype of a bubbly and kindhearted goofball of a protagonist that can be naive and/or impulsive at times during the time they first debuted

^^^ As they get older and as their stories progress, they start to mature and learn from what they experienced on their adventures

Both have dealt with a form of parental loss during an early part of their childhood ( Manny Noceda for Luz, and Longclaw for Sonic )

Both use escapism methods as coping mechanisms to compensate for their traumatizing childhood

( Luz indulges in TGWA books or fiction in general, and it’s implied she also does amvs and art, which can be interpreted as both hobbies and stress relievers. As for Sonic, he indulges in comic books like The Flash and pretends to be a part of Tom and Maddie’s family so he doesn’t feel so alone )

Both children were alone for a majority of their life and didn’t have any real friends until they found them in different worlds ( In the Boiling Isles, Luz ends up finding Eda, King, Gus, Willow and eventually, Amity. On Earth, Sonic ends up finding Tom and Maddie Wachowski, b4 meeting Tails and Knuckles later down the line )

Both strive to feel appreciated and accepted, and they execute it in similar ways

( Luz making grand gestures and extreme antics [like the snakes and the spiders in ep 1] to try and impress her classmates and Sonic trying to be a hero to make Longclaw proud, and to possibly gain acceptance from other humans )

^^^ As a result, both of their methods are seen as reckless and dangerous

Note: At this point in the ramble, the mobile version of tumblr won’t allow me to add more images cuz of a 10 image limit and I can’t figure out how to add more on desktop. So any evidence I provide is gonna be in quotes, parenthesis or paragraphs of elaboration. I’m so sorry there’s gonna be no visual flavor, if anyone can help me find a loophole that’d be great. Anyways back to the show:

Both pin the blame on themselves for things that weren’t their fault, and push themsleves to right what they believe they did wrong… by rushing into immediate danger ( can also be seen as some form of people pleasing behavior )

Both of them also refuse to accept any sort of help from the people who care about them

^^^ When Eda got captured trying to save Luz near the end of season 1, Luz’s plan was to straight up rescue her while being fully aware of the risks. This repeats again in season 2, episode 1 with the entire premise of the episode being that luz feels like a burden and is the cause of Eda losing her magic and everyone in the owl house financially struggling. Going all out to fight a selkiedomus in order to free Eda and king.

While Eda talks to Luz about it, the behavior doesn’t stop. Carrying over to Hollow Mind, and the episodes after that. If you know what happened in Hollow Mind, we’d know that Luz is now adamant on stopping Belos and the Day of Unity. While still being aware of the risks, she believes that she’s the sole reason for the Day of Unity happening, therefore she continued to risk her life in order to save others

“Please try to understand, Eda was in the situation because of me. Because of my stupid choice, I have to make up for it.” - Young Blood, Old Souls

“Because you stuck with me you lost your magic, you almost got turned to stone, and now you can’t even afford your apple blood because you’re worried about what I need to eat.” - Separate Tides

“I am NOT hiding, I’m going to stop Belos from completing the draining spell.” - O Titan, Where Art Thou

In the second act of sonic movie 2, Tails gets knocked unconscious by Robotnik and Sonic narrowly saves him in the nick of time b4 an avalanche could envelope them. Near the beginning of the movie, during the boat scene, the blue blur had a talk with Tom about how being a hero meant to take responsibility for other people. As Sonic accidentally caused chaos in Seattle for trying to stop a robbery and be a hero. It’s also implied that this has been happening more than once. One of the things Tom said to Sonic was, “You put people in danger and that’s not what a hero does.”

^^^ This statement indirectly affected Sonic’s way of thinking. While said with good intentions, as a result of what happened to Tails, Sonic believes that he needs to make up for what he did wrong by pursuing Knuckles and Robotnik for the master emerald. Thus, he thinks he’s automatically no longer a hero once a new friend of his almost died

( It should be worth mentioning that there was some visible regret in Tom’s face when he realized that he made sonic think that way. It’s also possible that Sonic blames himself for Longclaw’s death, the first movie also explicitly states that Sonic’s number one fear is hurting people because of being himself. Making the boat scene, what Tom said, AND what Sonic says next, extremely deep and depressing )

“You see that little fox over there? He came all the way across the universe to meet his hero, and what did his hero do? I practically got him killed! You were right, my moment came, and I blew it. I’m no hero.”

Key takeaways of these moments is that this is the kind of mindset both these kids have is somewhere along the lines of, “I accidentally made a mistake = Everything is my fault and I should take the blame and all responsibility for it no matter what other people tell me.”

^^^ This kind of thinking is reminiscent to people pleasing behavior and is v self-destructive. While Luz is undoubtedly a people pleaser, Sonic seems to be more of a subtle kind of people pleaser

Both kids may be afraid of rejection and/or abandonment due to past trauma

Both kids were forced to be sent away at some point in their childhood. The reasons and the circumstances differ, but the incidents were similar. In the end, it resulted in both Sonic and Luz not liking the idea of being sent away, even if it’s for their own safety

Both kids feel the need to become something or someone else in order to feel accepted by other people ( Luz wanting to become a witch in season 1 and Sonic wanting to become a hero in sonic movie 2 )

Both kids were forced into thinking that they are the problem or that they are a burden and danger to everybody around them. Just because they are being themselves.

^^^ Thus, they think that the solution is for them to either leave permanently or to never exist at all ( Luz initially planned to stay in the human realm and was vocal about her possible suicidal thoughts. Sonic planned on leaving Earth because that’s what Longclaw told him to do and he believed he would cause harm the longer he stays )

^^^ Luz says, “Who cares, about the RIPPLE effects? He was just a pawn in someone else’s game! A-And he was NEVER smart enough to realize it! If his friends and family knew about his existence… they’d know that their lives wouldn’t be in danger if it weren’t for HIM! They should hate his guts! And it would be better— if he literally, never EXISTED!” - Season 3, Thanks To Them

^^^ Sonic says, “I don’t wanna go, but I can’t stay. As long as I’m here, I put everyone in danger… I can’t do that.” - Sonic The Hedgehog 1

They’re both ridiculously selfless to the point where they won’t hesitate to sacrifice themselves under any sorr of circumstances

In the season 2 finale, King’s Tide, as the Boiling Isles is torn apart by the Collector, Luz intended to leave herself behind to keep the portal open with plant glyphs so Amity, Gus, Willow and Hunter can go through to the human realm. Luz also wanted to go find Eda, instead of heading for safety

On the other hand, during the final battle with Robotnik, Sonic wanted Tom and Maddie to get away from him in exchange for THEIR safety because he knows what Robotnik wants. It’s also possible that Sonic wants the Wachowski’s to get away from him because he can’t handle the idea of them dying because of him. The same way Longclaw did all those years ago

What both of these scenes have in common is that there’s this whole thing with families trying to stick together and the kids trying to participate in altruistic sacrifice. Which is very dark imo

Ultimately, the core of both of their stories and characters is that they both long to be understood and accepted by the people around them

OKAY— so i believe im done here, but there’s definitely more and i just forgor about it, and that there are some parts that are missing or i havent explained thoroughly. And it is getting late and this thing has been sitting in my drafts and i wanted to get this posted. But i do believe that these characters would get along super well, as they both have the similar demeanors and similar stories. (Insert that one barbie song /jjj) If these two met, they would either ramble, read each others comics, or commit crimes together /hj. I gave no doubt that ever met, their friendship would be instantaneous and strong. Anyways, imma head to bed, you guys can do whatever you want with rhe info i provided. Nighty night

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rezonan · 1 year ago

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Why do people use OOC/Irrelevant stories to justify their hatred for characters?

I'll admit I got this question from reddit but seeing as you are a big fan of Iron Man and certain characters afflicted by this issue I thought I would ask

Comic book characters and the consistency of favored portrayals

Why do people do the exact opposite to justify how cool they think a character is?

Look this is probably the worst kind of question to ask me, back when I was in high school my classmates hated me cause when it came to arguments I would always 'Stand on the fence' or 'Never pick a side' and I agree, even when I disagree or agree I can't help but see the other side of things with some questions.

I think one of the biggest things comic fans need to accept with our medium is that, the only real continuity that exists is the one we try and brute force and make in our heads, some writers themselves don't really care, Geoff Jones ignored Batman previously basically begging for Hal Jordan to come back to life when he was The Spectre to writing Batman basically complaining that Hal was back because to him that is what he thinks Batman should act like with Hal, and considering he probably grew up with a comic like Dark Knight Returns the asshole authoritarian was probably was he knew of the character, who knows I don't know his personal life.

I think we can all say that you have fallen in love with a character based of Non Canon stories, Hell my favorite comic for Superman and the one that got me into liking the character was All-Star Superman. The exact opposite of that like what you asked tho, Hating a character because a story depicted them poorly whether it's canon or not is valid as well, I mean it's pretty damn short-sighted if they have been exposed to better represented sides of those characters, but it doesn’t change the impact they initially felt, wether they can get past that is on the person. Like for example, I fucking hated Superman growing up cause the first movies I remember seeing him in was the freaking Dark Knight Returns duology and certain parts of Young Justice Season 1 but overtime seeing better versions and representations of the characters and also hearing put fans on what he represents has pushed him up to my 5th favorite hero, I do understand not everyone can do this. People just want to support their view of the character.

I also do think people who hate certain characters do reach a lot of the time, sharing panels of stories older than their parents sometimes probably not even knowing what comic it even came from, just happy they have this image of the character they don't like being abusive or something. It's even worse then the he outright go out of their way to find these panels or stories to use for hate on purpose even after knowing it's generally agreed upon it's a shitty representation of the character. Seriously nobody should bring up All Star Batman and Robin as some 'Got Ya!' moment in an argument, just no. Sometimes some people have just predetermined in their mind they want to hate a character and will go out of their way to farm for anything that can paint them in the worst light possible.

With Iron Man it's people bringing up Civil War again and again and again continuously like the 40 years of stories before that don't show why Tony would never do any of that in his right mind. With Superman it's people bringing up injustice in literally any relation to him or people bringing up a scene of Jason Todd blaming Bruce for his death as evidence of how whiny he is even when one of the highlight lines of his first appearance as Red Hood is 'Bruce I forgive you for not saving me but-'

With characters like say, Hal Jordan, Magneto or Venom and meny more, it gets more interesting here. Here what the characters did that was bad IS/WAS(considering reboots in Hal's case) in continuity but a version of the characters that were received much more popularly then makes fans disregard these past appearances as wrong, say they have had this entirely new portrayal longer than they had that one or writers themselves will retcon them away by making them, in the case of former villians now refromed, seem less evil than they were. No no those people Magneto killed weren't innocent humans in the silver age, they were actually anti-mutant bigots that killed a little girl for being a mutant. One of my favorite examples of this is Hulk. Yes Hulk the rampaging monster from movies to series to comics, in comics in I think 2008 was retconned to have never and I mean never killed a single person in all his rampages In the in-universe 12 years at that point, not even indirectly because Bruce Banner was subconsciously calculating all the angles of where he would throw or smash stuff apprently. All those crumbled buildings, nope, nothing.

And you know what? I can agree with some of that (that Hulk retcon is still dumb) because let me tell you the real truth to all this.

Consistency

People love consistency, They don't care about Magneto killing innocents in the 60s or Venom eating people in the 90s, they care about the take that has been supported consistently in their view for longer or just showed more consistently in what they have seen. Even for the haters it's the same, if for example my only experience with Batman was All Star and Certain Post New 52 issues, I would be happy knowing I hate this borderline sociopathic dude that's what I know Batman as.

You see it even with the movies, When The Amazing Spider-Man came out you had people saying it was an inaccurate take or not liking the changes even though it was actually more comic accurate that what came before but fans of the Raimi movies have consistently seen Peter as a meek and nice kid before being Spider-Man not an asshole, they have consistently seen him with organic webbing not with web shooters. Anything that breaks the portrayal they have known the most if gonna make them react either well or badly. People who only knew Tony Stark from Civil War probably reacted well to his MCU version seeing as he broke the consistent borderline villian they knew him from the comics.

So the big issue is people trying to force their own consistent idea of a character on others when comics just aren't consistent, everyone like I said at the start has their own makeshift continuity in their head they made up with books they liked or think fit, the consistent portrayal they know about, so this is why you get people arguing about if Batman is the real identity or Bruce Wayne or if Clark Kent should wear trunks or not I could go on and on like if Wonder Woman should use a sword? Someone who is used to the New 52 version would say yes and someone used to the Post Crisis version would say no. Or maybe it's what love interest Spidey should end up with, people who say Gwen probably grew up with TASM and Spectacular Spider-Man. Better for people to just respectly discuss the takes of characters different people have instead of childishly pushing the version they have in their head as the correct version and putting down everyone else's pretty damn subjective takes. That's with superhero comics of course, the nature of what is canon and isn't and how fans of this stuff talk about it with different 'takes' is way more unique than talking about disliking MCU Spider-Man or talking about why you hate Sasuke or something.

I don't really have a good way to end all this cause that's just it, all about consistency if I didn't get that across the 10 times I used that word. As usual feel free to disagree with me and if possible tell me how and why.

#dc #batman #jason todd #red hood #marvel #iron man #superman #hal jordan #magneto #venom #spider man #wonder woman #hulk

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dragonmasterkaylz · 7 months ago

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Lucifer’s Eldest Daughter Headcannons

In terms of personality, she’s a lot like Rarity from MLP. She’s got the perfect personality of a Princess, but she’s also very generous and kind.

In terms of appearance, she looks more like Lilith with her eyes and skin. She has blonde hair, but is shorter than Charlie, despite being older.

She was born in the Garden of Eden and Lucifer was still an Archangel at the time, so she has six beautiful wings, but also a Demons tail, as well as long horns like Lilith has.

She supports Charlie and her idea Hotel, but she also looks after her Father, as well as also being a fashionista and running her rival boutique. Her rival being Velvette and the two clash heads a lot.

By the way… she uses her ‘Royal Voice’ when she gets angry:

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!!!”

“Yes! But, I simply don’t give a shit!!!”

“HOW DARE YOU SPOUT SUCH LANGUAGE IN MY PRESENCE?!!! GET OUT OF HERE THIS INSTANT!!!”

She can very dramatic and will use her magic to bring in a sofa, for her very dramatic fall… and it doesn’t matter where she is.

She always makes sure to dress perfectly every single day… even when there’s a fight going on. The last thing she needs is to look untidy!

She even took the liberty of making her Father’s clothes when she finally got the hang of sewing. He adores every outfit she’s made for him. She even did the same for Charlie, who also loves her outfits, but wants to save them for the perfect occasion. And her sister adores that about her.

She keeps her hair in curly at all times and the one time she couldn’t find her hair curler… she… well… had a ‘teeny-tiny’ panic attack.

“WHHYYYYY?!!! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?!!!”

Lucifer ran into her daughter’s room and found her lying on the bed, crying her eyes out, as mascara ran down her face. “Are you okay, sweetheart?!”

“No, Father!!! I am not!!! I can’t find my hair curler!!! And without it… I’m… OHHHHH!!! WHHHYYY ME?!!!”

Lucifer hummed and then smiled before sitting her up. “W-What…? What are you— oh!” He used his own magic to tie her hair into a ponytail before curling the ends of her hair. Then he placed a duck hair clip into her hair. “Wow~!” “I know it’s not as great as… what a hair curler does, but it’s something… right?”

“Oh, Father…! IT’S PERFECT!!! And I have the perfect outfit to go with it!!! Thank you so much!!! You’re the best Dad in all of Hell!!!”

“Oh?! R-Really…? Well… thank you”.

She understands that her Father’s depressed, so she does everything she can to cheer him up. As far as going on to make a brand new clothing line with his name on it, and which was covered in both apples and ducks. She may look a lot more like Lilith, but she’s definitely a Daddy’s Girl.

Mini Story:

“Where is she?!”, Angeldust asked.

The Hotel doors opened and Charlie’s sister walked out wearing a war outfit, as well as her crown. That’s when she said, “I apologise for my tardiness…”.

“Now… TIME TO DESTROY SOME ANGELS!!!”

Husk then said, “Wow. Can’t even cuss in this kind of situation”. “Oh hush! I have my Pride!” She stood next to Charlie and watched as the portal opened up.

Later…

“AHHHHHH!!!”

“Oh no…!!!”

She looked at her outfit and saw that it was torn. Her eyes went red, her horns came out, along with her tail. “I’LL FUCK YOU ALL UP MYSELF FOR THIS!!!”, she screamed before flying around the Exorcists and tearing them apart with her scythe. “Honestly…!”

“NONE OF YOU HAVE ANY APPRECIATION FOR FASHION!!! I’LL HAVE YOU KNOW I SPENT ALL OF LAST NIGHT MAKING EVERYONE’S OUTFITS FOR THIS BATTLE!!! YOU WILL ALL FUCKING PAY!!!”

“Whatever gets her motivated…!”, Charlie said with a slight smile. Then she gasped as one of Adam’s bolts headed straight for her. But her sister blocked it just before saying, “Seriously…? You’re such a pest…! You will NOT lay one finger on my sister, you bastard!!!”

Let’s just say, after the battle, she washed her own mouth out with soap and vowed never to swear again (which didn’t last long).

Hope you enjoyed this~!!!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel oc

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stlispenard · 8 months ago

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stay with me , okay ? - fine here’s the exr sweetness you wanted

how long does it take for something - or someone - to become a habit? how long until they’ve seeped through skin and cemented onto bones? when do they become the essential vitamin or drug that makes everything in you function? grantaire could make an estimate and he is sure there are people out there who would, but science makes all too tangible for him and enjolras doesn’t exactly fit the status quo either. when will you, matthieu, need me, bastien, the same? there’s no general answer to that and no one else he can ask other than the man in question, but he knows he never will. he will slip off his mattress, his chair, exit his meetings, leave silently and ponder the question over and over and over again.

then he finally asks him to stay and its nothing like he expects it to be. it shows no signs of being part of any great awakening or realization or the result of some big change in their way of being with one another. it disappoints him a little that what it actually takes are a few drops of alcohol (like that isn’t what usually and ironically ends his suffering). grantaire knows it’d sting more if enjolras hadn’t spent the last half-hour (since he’s picked him up from the musain) attempting to flirt with him and constantly, constantly, touching him (tugging at his shirt, bumping into him and leaning his forehead against his shoulder).

“okay… okay— ” grantaire practically hums while his hands are on either side of enjolras’ face, making sure he’s conscious and is staying awake. even though his face has gone slightly red and puffy, his hair sticks awkwardly to his face and his breath reeks of something barely distinguishable - he is so beautiful. drinking clearly takes away some of all the seriousness that usually makes him appear a little older. for sure, there’s something more vulnerable and innocent-looking about him, but his eyes are as clear and disconcerting as ever, “but i won’t have sex with you and i will sleep on the couch.”

he’d be afraid to leave him like this anyway - like he’s any more likely to choke on his own vomit than the rest of the group. if he did, he’d want to be there to save him, “i know that’s probably why you asked me to get you home instead of combeferre, but i really can’t do that with you when you’re not yourself. i’ll help you get out of your clothes, but nothing else. you can’t make a move on me, understand?” grantaire is trying hard not to laugh at how backwards it all feels; his attempts at being serious while enjolras is the one drunk and making a fool of himself. he bites it back. enjolras probably isn’t aware that he’s challenging him, but it does feel like he is. this is a test and grantaire wants to pass it, “and don’t worry i won’t judge you for trying either, okay? i’ll pretend to forget it tomorrow, don’t worry.”

sentence starters /@andthe6

#ic response.#ch: bastien grantaire.#prompt response.#brrrrrrr more drunk enjolras bc he is the best #idk about sweetness but have whatever this is idk #andthe6 #andthe6: enjolras.

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belldowriemotors · 3 months ago

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Your Guide to Buying Used Cars in Armidale

Buying a car is a significant investment, and for many in Armidale, purchasing a used car is a smart and cost-effective decision. With the right information, you can find a reliable vehicle that suits your needs and budget. In this guide, we'll walk you through everything you need to know about buying used cars in Armidale, from understanding the benefits to finding the best deals.

The Benefits of Buying a Used Car

When considering a car purchase, many buyers gravitate towards used cars for several reasons:

Affordability: Used cars are generally much cheaper than brand-new models, allowing you to save money or afford a higher-specification vehicle.

Lower Depreciation: New cars lose a significant portion of their value in the first few years. A used car has already gone through this steep depreciation, meaning it will hold its value better over time.

Variety: The used car market in Armidale offers a wide range of models, from older classics to nearly-new vehicles, giving you more options to find the perfect car for your needs.

Reduced Insurance Costs: Insurance premiums for used cars are typically lower, which can lead to substantial savings over the life of the vehicle.

Finding the Best Deals on Used Cars in Armidale

Armidale offers several options for finding a great deal on a used car. Here’s how to ensure you get the best value for your money:

Dealerships: Local dealerships often have a selection of certified pre-owned vehicles that have been inspected and come with warranties. These can provide peace of mind if you're concerned about the reliability of a used car.

Private Sales: Purchasing directly from a previous owner can sometimes result in a better price, but it’s important to have the car inspected by a mechanic to avoid any hidden issues.

Online Platforms: Websites like Carsales and Gumtree allow you to search for used cars in Armidale from the comfort of your home. You can filter by make, model, price, and other criteria to find exactly what you’re looking for.

Local Classifieds: Don’t overlook local newspapers and community boards. They can be great sources for finding cars sold by local residents who may not list online.

What to Look for When Buying a Used Car

Before making a purchase, it’s essential to conduct a thorough inspection and consider the following factors:

Vehicle History: Always request a full history report to check for any previous accidents, repairs, and the number of previous owners. This report can reveal potential red flags like odometer fraud or major repairs.

Condition of the Car: Inspect the exterior and interior for signs of wear and tear. Look for rust, dents, and scratches on the body, and check the condition of the tires and lights. Inside, examine the upholstery, dashboard, and electronic systems.

Mechanical Check: A test drive is crucial. Pay attention to how the car handles, the responsiveness of the brakes, and any unusual sounds. It’s also advisable to have a trusted mechanic inspect the engine, transmission, and other critical components.

Price Comparison: Compare the asking price with the market value of similar models in Armidale. This ensures you’re paying a fair price and can help you negotiate a better deal.

Financing Your Used Car Purchase

If you need financing, there are several options available in Armidale:

Bank Loans: Traditional loans from banks usually offer competitive interest rates, especially if you have a good credit score.

Dealership Financing: Many dealerships offer in-house financing, which can be convenient but may come with higher interest rates. Always compare offers to find the best deal.

Personal Loans: Another option is a personal loan, which can be used to finance the purchase of a used car. These loans can be secured or unsecured, depending on your financial situation.

Conclusion:

Buying a used car in Armidale doesn’t have to be a daunting task. With the right knowledge and resources, you can find a reliable vehicle that fits your budget and lifestyle. Whether you’re buying from a dealership, a private seller, or online, remember to do your research and make an informed decision. Happy car hunting!

#used cars armidale

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moldybits · 1 year ago

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Hmm okay maybe I'll look into getting a membership to something for the family tree then. Even just for a jumping off point.

And yeah oral history has been something I'm hoping to avoid tbh. Because I don't know anyone who could give me a rundown anymore. But nowadays the older generation is either gone or not in a position to talk about family history.

What have you done in this situation?

It also may not be a bad idea to make a free family tree somewhere. I’ve used this website before! Maybe just collect all the information you do know so you have a reference to compare it to any info you find online or elsewhere

Lack of oral history is hard but I will say that research until you give up and think you’ve found everything. Give it a few months and then come back. I have found new things every single time.

To give you an idea of what I am currently doing right now:

My grandfather doesn’t know almost anything about our family but his sister does, so she sent me notes with some info on it. It confirmed a lot of my research on a couple generations, but only to a certain degree. Besides her, I don’t know who else I would turn to as well. A lot of family we have lost contact, died, or know nothing as well.

I am currently in a position where the question I am asking in my research almost certainly requires oral history. I’m asking the question of how exactly did recent disconnection happen in our family, after removal.

I know my 3x great-grandfather was a prominent Cherokee citizen and was active in the culture and spoke the language (mentioned many times in newspaper clippings). So were his brothers and sisters from what I understand (I am a descendant of Lah-to-tau-yie). According to censuses, he did teach my 2x great-grandmother the language as well and she was fluent. But then at one point, she is being listed as white instead of native and her daughter (my great-grandmother) was only ever listed as white and only spoke English.

My 3x great-grandfather was murdered in 1904 by a white man over wage disputes who was acquitted in a quick trial. His daughter was 21 when this happened. Not too long after the murder, she married a white man that her mother did not approve of (oral family history), and they never spoke again.

So something makes me think that my white 2x great-grandfather might have been the problem, or her father’s death played a role, or both. There of course was the the “kill the Indian, save the man” culture happening from white people at this time. So a mix of all things probably.

The culture was never passed on to my great-grandmother from what I know. She was never enrolled and didn’t speak the language. Her kids (my grandpa) didn’t get enrolled or learn anything either, and neither did my mother, and neither did I. All we were told was “we are Cherokee” and that was where it ended.

So now I’m on the journey of how did we get here and how do we get back. I’m working on research to write a small book to give to my family who can trace themselves back to our Cherokee heritage. They need to know where we came from, and how much genocide has played a role in our family’s hardships. I do have family who have tried over time to find the answers but were never successful. But that’s what I am here to take care of!

I have spent countless hours scouring as many resources I would get my hand on. Chased many dead ends and tried again. Thought I found something only to be completely wrong. It’s just apart of the process. I have learned more than anyone in my family has and I plan on sharing that with everyone.

#all of this info came to me in like pieces #i’m now beginning to see the people they were and see a whole new picture l #it’s kinda cool actually #tw genocide mention #asks #anon #long post

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percontaion-points · 1 year ago

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Firstlife chapter 15

Today’s review might be difficult for some; reader discretion is advised

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Chapter 15

“Without us, you have nothing.” —Myriad

This line taken directly from the “abusive boyfriend” handbook.

“How can one girl be the tipping factor in the war? How can one girl decide the winner?”

A tense pause. “How about we pretend there’s only here and now?”

According to a lot of reviews on goodreads, not one single reason for the war is ever actually provided.

The fact that Killian can’t/won’t answer should have been a huge sign that something was wrong with the overall plot of this series.

At the sides of the table are nine kids; most look to be under sixteen. Two of the boys—twins—can’t be older than thirteen.

“Meet our Generals. They weren’t ready to ascend to their roles, but after their mentors were slaughtered, they had no choice.”

Nine kids...and I’m to be the tenth.

Again highlighting how fucked it is to have a military system set up like this.

Why are there no adults in charge? Why doesn’t the king step up and say “Hey Bob, you’ve been here for 150 years now. You’re now a general.” Not a literal child!

“Our King and Queen,” Killian says with unmistakable awe.

“The King...he kind of looks like...”

“Archer. Yes.” Bitterness has displaced his awe. “Archer is one of his many sons. One of his biggest disappointments.”

Wait. Stop. Go back. “Archer’s dad is the King of Myriad?”

[...]

What drove Archer to give up his parents and his realm?

I’m going to throw out into the void, if only because I’ve been down this road before, but I’m betting that Archer’s father was too busy running the war effort to give a shit about any of his children. And when he was paying attention, he was probably a verbally abusive shitfuck who constantly rubbed every tiny mistake into Archer’s face. Probably about 75/25 for physical abuse/not. Leaning more towards, if only because this book opened on waterboarding a teenage girl.

Then he goes quiet, and that’s even scarier. “I’m not. And now I’ll prove it.” He raises the gun and— Boom!

Chapter 15 summary: Ten is startled to see Killian and runs outside of the Troika safety bubble without thinking about it. By the time she gets out there, Killian isn’t there, but there are two other Myriad shells. Right as I’m starting to wonder if it wasn’t a trap, Killian actually does show up.

He takes her into a nearby tent, where he feeds her strawberries, and insists on showing her more of Myriad. She’s like “This isn’t propaganda if he actually has feelings for me!” Because somehow in her mind, those two things are randomly incompatible.

So he shows her a bunch of stuff, including where he lives. One of the shots is of the king and queen; as mentioned, the king is Archer’s father. (He doesn’t say that it’s Archer’s MOTHER, only that the king is his father.) That Archer grew up in Myriad, but then betrayed everybody and signed Troika when he came of age; it’s a huge embarrassment to the king.

He continues on and shows the 9 war generals, and Ten would be… well. Number ten. Much like me, Ten does not understand why literal children are in charge, or how one person could drastically tip the scales to win a war that’s been going on for millenia.

Ten then insists on seeing James, so Killian shows her. Except that what she sees is basically derogatory “boys being boys” talk between James and two other men. Ten is sickened, but mostly angry with herself that she fell for his ruse.

She mentions that Archer told her about Dior, and Killian tries to convince her to sign by saying that she can put in a loophole to save Dior. Ten is put off by that, and tries to turn his shell off randomly. He refuses to be shut down, and knocks her to the ground while mocking Archer’s fighting ability. One of the other Myriadians from the start of the chapter shows up with a gun, insistent that Ten was attacking Killian. He gets angry at this coworker of his, and shoots her.

#Firstlife #Everlife series #chapter 15 #shitty society is shitty #Killian Flynn #Tenley 'Ten' Lockwood #shitty writing is shitty #What Is Happening #what is this even #what is this bullshit?#Archer Prince #how predictable

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tenthdoctorstanbot · 2 years ago

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the doctor and the hunter

he met you by chance, chasing the hunt to fill a void within yourself. but its the void in him that you end up filling

tenth doctor x reader

ok this is my first ever writing for doctor who fandom so it could be very shit but here's the crossover spn x dr who crossover that's been living in my brain :) enjoy!

How you ended up in a big blue box flying through space and time is a question that wields a long winded answer about what you thought was a vampire related blood drinking issue and had turned out to be an alien related blood drinking world ending issue instead.

The tall man in a long trench coat, much like one you had years ago become familiar with, and a pinstripe suit seemed extremely (to say the least) confused when he crashed into you tracking these things. He was even more perplexed by your utter lack of surprise upon the knowledge that they were aliens, and your further lack of fear in blindly following him.

“I’ve dealt with my fair share of world ending catastrophes, but we still stand here on earth don’t we?” You’d shrugged, stuffing your handgun full of wooden stake bullets back into your belt. “Strange creature,” he’d mumbled somewhat under his breath, tone carrying remnants of confusion like that on your own face as he shines a light from some little buzzing pen he plucked out of his pocket. “Human. How utterly bizarre, who actually are y-“

He was cut off by you snatching the little thing from his hand, inspecting it between your fingers held up close to your face. He practically squeaked, “Excuse me?” As he tried to rip it back from your grasp. “Careful there, pinstripes.” You warn, making him gape.

That had become usual, the nicknames. You never called him Doctor on that particular adventure. It was pinstripes, brown eyes, alien boy, trench coat, even once called him your lordship completely sarcastically in the heat of a stupid moment. But to be honest, he found it oddly endearing.

He found you oddly endearing.

You are by a country mile the most enigmatic of his companions thus far. It’s odd that anyone should know more about him than he knows about them, especially for his companions. How could it be possible that you draw out of him the most openness he’s ever felt and yet he can’t seem to do the same for you. You’re a closed book, and since travelling with him not once have you spoken of going back to earth when it wasn't required, never breathed a word about family, hadn’t thought twice about joining him or who would miss you. All you had done was take one look over your shoulder, shrug and follow him inside. In fact the only Earthly object you seemed to have any form of attachment to was the cell phone in your utility jacket and the car keys you carried everywhere with you, often found fiddling with the keychains despite not having been seen with a car nor needing one when travelling with him.

Your painstakingly human and yet unimaginable lack of attachment to the human race was dumbfounding even for a man of his calibre with 900 years of world experience under his belt, so to speak.

And then there was those off hand remarks? The one about saving the world when he first met you, then another sticks out particularly in his mind like a sore thumb. He held a door open for you into some kind of danger and he'd prodded a joke. “Chivalry darling, gone from your generation but i’m stuck in the old ways.” Then you'd said, and he could quote exactly, “Park it, pinstripes. I’ve dealt with men plenty older than you.”

Plenty older? He’s 900 years old how could you have possibly ever encountered someone older than you. Upon thought, he doesn’t actually know what age you are but he can’t see you being much farther advanced than 30 at the oldest. The Doctor direly wishes to understand your brilliant mind, the scars of your past and the acceptance of all weird and every wonderful thing he springs on you, but simply cannot fathom how to broach the topic or even make you comfortable enough to bring it up yourself and it’s been nearly six months you’ve spent together.

Passing through the control room of the tardis, you can hear the familiar sound of the Doctor ‘tweaking’. He should learn to do less of that to his blue box space ship, but he’s always changing little things to help her run a little smoother.

“Morning!” He chimes from his place, only popping up his head of statically charged hair to bid you a smile. “Indeed,” you rumble back, perching yourself on a chair sat there, crossing your legs to balance your cereal. “Do i even want to know what you’re doing?”

“Yes,” he beams enthusiastically, way too enthusiastically for this time in the morning if you did say so yourself, but you’ll humour him nonetheless because you had a brother who used to get up go a run in the morning, so nothing could really be worse than that. “I’m fixing her up, few wires crossed up and i’m not sure where to put them. But i’m sure if i just-“

“No.” You cut him off in his ramble, “Wonder what the weather in oblivion is like this time of year.” You snigger, watching that one eyebrow perk up above his square rimmed glasses at your comment. “Well i’m not too sure but i think you could ask- wait? What does that even have to with anything?”

You un cross your legs, setting your bowl down on the floor as you swallow your last mouthful. “Cause that’s where you’ll blow us to if you try putting those two wires together.” You state simply, hopping down into the divet in the floor that he was in. There wasn’t really enough space for two in there, but you made it work anyway as he continued to stare at you in confusion. “Shift.” You instructed, ushering him over a little in the small space so you could crouch to get a better look. “Getting down on your knees is easier,” he murmurs, his tone both littered in confusion and distrust for your TARDIS mechanical skills, but also a hint of worry. He could take an electric shock, he’s superhuman, but your very human body would struggle with such voltage and despite refusing to acknowledge it within himself, he’s grown very found if you very quickly.

You bat your eyelashes teasingly, in a manner that alerts him to an oncoming joke that almost makes him want to preemptively roll his eyes. “Oh doctor if you wanted me down on my knees for you, you didn’t have to fake an electrical fault.” Your voice is full of your sarcasm as you turn around and get down to crawl into the smaller space, but his stomach still flutters a little at the innuendo.

“Very funny.” He snarks, “What’re you doing don’t touch- (y/n)!” He yelps, half expecting you to fry as you start fiddling with the bare wires. “Are you alright?” He rushes, but you just chuckle a dry laugh, “I’m not going to electrocute myself or blow us both up, i know what i’m doing.”

“How could you possibly- what?”

As if on cue, sounds start whirring as you rejoin some wires. “Dad was a mechanic and left us with a very old car.” You offer back in response, now laying on your back in under the machinery. “Pass me my car keys from my pocket please.” You instruct. The Doctor isn’t used to taking instruction, especially not from such an unmovingly stoic and yet secretly so knowledgeable companion.

“Why?” He presses, but clambers out of the hole and strides over to where your coat hangs anyway, digging around until he found the keys. “I need the flick blade on it, why do you ask so many questions? Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” You taunt, still focussing solely on the wiring of the TARDIS, the lighting of which you have already fixed. “Ahhh but satisfaction brought it back, lovely (y/n).” He retorts as he saunters over with your keys, not without pause.

He stops short to look at the keychains added on, a set of house looking keys, car key, an angel halo that doubled as a bottle opener - weird - a few more tidbits but the one that stuck out was a picture keyring. Two men and you, one man on either side. One was tall and soft looking, one was stalky and gruff wearing the same blue utility jacket that you now wear. None of you are smiling, but you're all grimacing. You look knackered, but happy enough to be together.

He hands the keys to you after he climbs back into the space, leaving a moment of silence while you worked.

“Want to make a stop off at your good old home of planet earth, today?” He hums seemingly out of the blue. You do have a family, that’s who they are… surely? Why would you feel the need to keep that from him. “Not really, no.” You reply unbothered. The doctor sighs. “There’s got to be someone missing you down there, desperate to see you eh?” He tries to tease, but you do not jest back.

“Not really, no.” You repeat, echoing your earlier three words exactly with the very very same tone.

“But what about-“

“There's no one. And this is fixed.” You state, tearing off one may piece of electrical tape before you stand up, basically nose to nose with him. “They’re gone.”

His shoulders fall, that sad puppy look on his face telling you he knows exactly what you mean when you say ‘gone’. He knows how that feels, and you know that he knows it because he’s told you all about it. You know about Rose and the pain he felt when he lost her, and by god do you know that pain well. You may be the only person in the world who knows that pain he feels. Only a select few in the world know that level of loss and unfortunately, you are one of them.

There’s been more loss in your life than you could ever have imagined. You’ve actually lost every single person who had ever passed through it. Every, single, solitary, one.

Maybe he would understand that.

“Everyone’s gone, that’s the way it is in life.” You mutter, pulling yourself out of the divet and stalking away to find a rag to wipe your hands. He waits a moment, but he couldn’t leave you like this. Usually, he would let you go, leave you to your own devices because he felt like that was what you wanted, maybe needed. But the doctor has a funny hunch now it’s not want you want and it’s definitely not what you need. You just feel as though that’s how it’s supposed to be because it’s all you’ve ever grown accustomed to knowing.

“(y/n)!” He calls out after you, “If anyone knows loss, it’s me. Please. You can talk to me, you should talk to me. Who are those men in that picture and why do you not have any self preservation. And no fear of any of this. I’ve never known anyone to see this all so normal so quickly?” He presses, following you down the halls until you finally just stop in the library, bracing yourself on a shelf.

“My brothers.” You breathe, “They, we- it’s complicated and long and painful, ten.” You struggle, tears catching in your voice. “I’m no stranger to pain and we have all the time in the universe.”

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“I knew an angel once.” You hummed out, seemingly deep in thought after yet another wild adventure. This was it, the Doctor thought, this was an opening. His curiosity was firmly piqued for you had actually just said a real life angel and for the fact he really, really wanted to get to know you in the deepest way possible. “A real angel? Is that the ‘plenty older than me’ then?” He asks, voice dripping with intrigue as he leans forward in his chair after directly quoting you from over two months ago. “Yeah,” you breathe a laugh, “Much older than you, unfortunately Doctor, your 900 years isn't quite close.” You tease.

“How old!” He encourages enthusiastically, almost forgetting that you had said “knew” and “once.” He was gone too.

“Very, billions and billions of years, eons old. As old as time, really.” You shrug, “His name was Castiel, met him when he dragged my brother out of hell. Gripped him right and raised him from perdition and all that sort of stuff.”

How could you possibly have said that sentence as casually as you had.

“He was probably my best friend in the world he-" You pause for a moment, “He used to take me places, telling me all about them. Took me all the way back to 1912 once to show me the titanic, you know, before it tragically sunk and took thousands of lives but it was beautiful.” The memory is clearly a good one, a breathtaking one even because you have this glint in your eyes you only ever seem to get when seeing or remembering something of true brilliance and amazement. “He could just magic butterfly’s out of his hands and brought me the most amazing little trinkets from his travels. He was amazing.”

He was amazing.

“He was more than just a friend, wasn’t he?” He presses softly, watching a distinct sadness flicker through your eyes, that very same one actually that appears in is when he speaks of rose.

“Yeah,” you mutter softly, “He was the love of my life, actually.”

—-

“You know when i die?”

“Excuse me?” The doctor all but barks, shooting up from his place by the control panel. Your comment came so out of the blue it completely took him by surprise. “When you what?”

“When i die, because we both know it’s going to happen and in this life? It’s probably sooner rather than later-”

“Not if i have anything to say about it!” He interjects, but you simply roll your eyes to shrug him off. “Yeah yeah, but most of the time, I’ve learned you don’t because nobody does.” You defuse, ignoring his sad puppy face. “But when it happens, i need you to promise me a few things.”

“Okay…” he follows along, trying to ignore the hurt that had settled itself firmly into his now heavy chest.

“We have this thing-”

“We?”

“Hunters- stop asking questions!”

“Fine! Sorry, go on.”

“A hunters funeral, if you just built up some logs, wrap me up, chuck on some salt and burn the body.” You explain, somewhat harshly because it’s so very normal to you. “Your body, that’s you, i couldn’t ever!” He exclaims, brown eyes wide in his utter shock. You grimace, anticipating this reaction. “Well it’s not me anymore though, gotta stay gone.” You try to reason, but he’s raised to his feet closer to you now. “Salt?!”

“Salt and burn, commonplace for hunters. It’s to make sure we can’t come back. No ghosts or gouhles can jump in take my body for a joyride.” You shrug, watching a whole range of emotions flood through those beautiful brown eyes. “It’s really important to me, you have to promise me, Doctor.”

The tall brunette seems to think about it for a few moments before he sighs, drops his head and then nods. “And just…take care of my car too? She’s a little battered but she’s really important to me y’know?” You add, somewhat shyly, averting your eyes from his.

“Well,” he claps suddenly, very excitedly, “You best take me to see this majestic old car then!”

—

Majestic indeed she is, he’s enthralled by the shiny black and it’s overly long American 60’s style. It’s in such good condition and it seems to just leak out every memory it has, full of love and laughter but also agony and breaking hearts. “Oh my god! You can almost feel her energy she’s…” He continues talking, but you can’t hear him anymore. Your ears are ringing potently, your feet rooted to the spot, eyes wide and heart thundering.

If you listen closely enough, you could hear Dean blaring Eye of The Tiger while Sam complains it’s too loud over your eldest brothers booming, awful singing.

“(y/n)? Love? Are you alright?” The Doctor stops short, slowly stepping back to where you are. You try to speak but the words are easily stuck behind the lump in your throat. It’s then that he does something strange, budges the gap of pain between you two.

The Doctor takes your hand.

You're scared to start her. Scared that when you open the door it’ll smell like gunpowder and Dean’s cologne. Scared you’ll turn on the engine and his music will start with the same CD he last had in there before driving to the place where he would ultimately leave you without the man who raised you. You’re scared she’ll break down and without Dean and Sam hovering above you, you’re scared you won’t be able to get her back humming. In the very same breath, you are terrified that you’ll open the door and it won’t smell like home anymore. You are utterly petrified that Dean’s music won’t play through the grainy old speakers and even more she runs smooth and you won’t even get to open her bonnet again and relive those days where your little hands weren’t allowed in there, so you just at by Dean and Sam and watched them work.

"It's just..." You pause to release a shaky breath, "It's his stupid bloody car isn't it?" The time lord doesn't know how to reply really, but your voice is such a difficult thing to read in this moment. It carries this weird mixture of sarcasm, hurt, betrayal, loss and just so so much pain and longing for something that you can never get back.

No one would ever love you like Dean had. Sam was close, but he never had to raise you like Dean did. It was like you had lost your actual father, and then you proceeded to lose the man who was actually your dad. Who raised you and loved you and fed you and clothed you, made sure you were safe and happy, protected and warm at night even if it meant he couldn't be any of those things. If it meant he had to die, go hungry, go cold, suffer through all kinds of literal and figurative kinds of hell to keep you here - alive.

Even if anyone ever loves you again, if you ever find love in this very sick and very twisted world that you had fallen into instead of being like any other normal, 9-5 working human, it still could never be the same. Because you had lost the only parent you'd ever really known, even if he was your brother.

"It is his car." The doctor agrees solemnly, tucking his chin to his chest as he can physically feel the pain emanating off of you. "It's his stupid car that rattles because Sam pushed a toy into the back door, the gears never change properly, it's been destroyed more times than it's been working. It drinks fuel like no tomorrow and it rumbles unhappily when you take it over 40. But it's his car. His car with all the drawings i did under the carpet in the trunk." You walk around it, leading the brown haired lanky time lord behind you, only letting go of his hand when you pull open the driver side door. "And- yep - the 2nd grade letter i wrote for him on fathers day." You pull out the pink piece of paper from tucked under the driver bench seat. "It's where we slept a lot of nights, we spent more nights here than we had hot meals and even they were usually form little dive bars or disgusting high way fast food places driving from one place to another."

You had so much pain in your life, and this car seemed to carry it all under its roof.

"And our initials carved into the inside of this door." You pull open the back seat, tucking your fingers behind the cap in the plastic cladding on the inside so you would pull it back to reveal the three seats on initials scraped into the metal inside. "It's his car and it's...it's just-"

"It's home." His soft voice takes you by surprise because he hadn't seemed to speak in so long, letting you talk about your home the same way he had his. It's a little different, but it was your home. That house you spent a few years in, all those motels, Bobby's house and Jody's house were all just that. Houses, some where you felt safe and some where you didn't. This right here, this battered up old 1969 Chevrolet Impala with all the weapons in the back and an endless load of memories, had been your home all of your life.

You let him sit in the passenger seat with a scrapbook of adventures and tidbits of your writing that you'd added in about what you had fought in accordance to the date and the pictures included. He got to read through the book of your lives really, all those pictures that he can see of your brothers and your angel.

And it's in knowing them, in reading these adventures and getting to know the history and the life of your family, that the Doctor truly feels he has never known you more.

---

"How could you possibly want this one," The alien grumbles, a disturbingly dismissive laugh leaving his disgusting face. "She's so painfully human and sickeningly broken. Look at her, she longs in that meaningless little human mind of hers, all those feelings and pathetic wants for love. They are so amusing, is that why you keep it."

"What?" The Doctor demands incredulously, breathless in his horror that something would speak of you in such a way. He spares a look at you on the floor in some kind of cage behind the alien, curled into foetal position whimpering away in the stupor of whatever they had drugged you with.

How could anyone ever think that of you? You are strong, independent, of course broken hearted because you had experienced loss on a scale unparalleled by most, but you have an unreal determination, you are funny and kind, you still try to see the good in the world and fight to keep the universe safe the way you always had to make your brothers proud.

"My god," the alien scoffs, "Look at her! Look at her whimpering like a child! She was begging for you, begging for you to rescue her like an infant. In fact, we have infants stronger than that here! Somewhere in that filthy little brain of hers she truly believes someone like you could ever feel for her the same thing she feels for you. How pitiful."

Shock and horror wrenches its way through his entire body, rocking him to his very soul. How do you feel about him?

"She's nothing-"

"Enough, now!" He booms, his eyes wild with a rage very rarely seen in the Doctor. "Human's are not yours to take. They are beautiful and each unique and this one...this one is special. You could never fathom the things she has done and the things she had been through to keep this entire universe from being wiped out, erased and completely restarted with creatures like us entirely removed from existence. She is...she... I would do anything for her. I will destroy your entire existence if i have to. Whatever i have to do to get her back from you, I will do." His voice is stoney, strong and protective but filled with an untouched emotion. Filled with something you hadn't heard directed at you in a long time and even in your distressed, half conscious state of extreme discomfort; you feel unbearable relief because he is here for you. He is here to get you and the emotions in his voice are for you, the anger is stewed up within him from the importance of your existence to him.

This all powerful doesn't really need you. He invited you along because he was lonely and he hated to manage by himself. He brought you along for his aching soul and now, he's found that he actually does need you. Maybe not in the most literal of sense. He could travel and fight these evils without your knowledge or your hand to hand combat skills.

But he could not do this without you anymore, not in an emotional sense. It was there that he actually did need you. He needed you like you need air to survive. His brown eyes have to be the ones that see you padding around half asleep looking for a glass of water in the night. His hair has to be the one that you run your hands through when it gets a little to wild and his voice has to be the ones that lulls you back to sleep after nightmares about the live you once lived and the deaths that you have seen or played a hand in.

He would burn this entire planet to dust if that was what it took to get you back from them, because in every sense of possibility, he needs you.

The Doctor needs the hunter.

#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #the doctor x reader #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor imagine #tenth doctor imagines #doctor who x supernatural #doctor who supernatural crossover #winchester!reader

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maki--na · 2 years ago

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Was there more than interest?

ok, cabe recalcar que uso traductor. And I think this is not the best title I've ever done. Asique, lo siento 😌😌😌

Here we go :v

As many must already understand, it was quite a surprise to see that in this version of Krang Rise. Krang is not just an individual running an entire colony.

Here are 3 brothers (the oldest, the sister, and the youngest)

You may have already read my theory that these three are cannibals and devoured most of their kind. Standing alone as the strongest.😶😶😶😶

Which leads me to wonder, how long have the three of them been together?

the most obvious will say, a thousand years.

BUT...

In those thousand years, half were busy killing each other. So how long did it take, until only the three of them were left?

What did they do after becoming the strongest, before being freed by the Foot Clan?

From several generations. We understand that Krang is not very 'nice' to his minions. Perhaps this is it, because there are many and help is not lacking.

But in this version, there is NO army, there are NO people.

Here are 3 Krangs that were considered as brothers.

I'm not sure if there was at any point in these thousand years. Where they were considered 'brothers', Krang is not well known for showing appreciation. And it's not because he doesn't want to, he just can't.

His species is not designed to express feelings like: love, compassion, or kindness, much less cry.

But that doesn't mean they don't show each other respect and concern in other ways. And some examples are shown as the film progresses.😎😎😎😎

When the portal opens, one might expect to see a door of freedom. EVERYONE would have been surprised.

But only the older Krang dared to come out, even when he was outside. He touched the surface of the ground carefully (probably making sure the ground is sustainable).

He then announces that he is finally free.

Only after making sure the place is safe and having removed the mystical power of the turtles. At that moment he announces that the place is safe, calling his sister and his younger brother.

Example 2, would be :

When the portal fails because Leo managed to steal the key, little Krang is thrown into the air. What would have been left to wait would have been for the older Krang to have dropped it to his fate. But instead, I catch it in the air.

Preventing you from getting hurt.

Little Krang is not very strong and much less resistant. And the older Krang knows it. Unlike his sister, he shows that she can take care of herself.

Example 3 is:

When Raph is being interrogated.

The sister was 'threatening (?)' Raph. Until the older Krang shows up, both the sister and younger brother bow down. Showing respect.

Elder Krang then says "forgive my sister, she has a bad temper." This is a sign of how well the older Krang knows his sister. He knows that he has a bad temper. And he trusts her to find her key.

Example 4.

It would be in the highest tower, the older Krang was in charge of protecting the little Krang from the shots (and probably ate the humans that were there)

Example 5:

When the sister loses an eye. It's easy to tell that the older Krang didn't seem to care.

But like I said, Krang CANNOT develop feelings of worry.

But the older Krang knows his sister and knows that she is fine. He knows she's strong and this detail doesn't seem to bother her and it's not going to stop her either, and they both know it.

And then there are the armor.

Doesn't it seem like quite a coincidence that EXACTLY, the older Krang saved two armors for his two brothers? It is clear that he is a self-centered guy and doesn't care who he has to beat to achieve his goal. And having kept two more armors, he just shows that he trusts his two other brothers.

It is possible that the trust of these 3 Krangs as brothers is not based on the "brotherly love" that we are used to.

They are based more on trust, respect and above all strength.

Again, this is my HC (really everything), and I may be wrong.

But I find it very interesting that these three have become brothers. Or rather, they HAVE DECLARED themselves brothers (when they killed the rest of their kind)

I like this version of Krang, and I would have liked to know what he is going to happen next (THAT IS WHY WATCH THE MOVIE LEGALLY)

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read.😘😘😘😘😘

I hope you liked it, bye. 😁😁😁😁😁

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt krang #krang #rottmnt theory #rottmnt the movie #tmnt 2018 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #they are brothers because I say so #i like this krang version #rottmnt movie #Everyone is free to make theories I make mine.

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minty-mumbles · 3 years ago

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I love it when Wind does something that shows his age.

He’s capable, of course, and has been on his own adventures. But, I mean he’s like, what? 13? 14? He’s going to be immature/inexperienced in ways that the others just aren’t.

It’s normal. And the fact that he can still act a bit childish after every thing he’s gone through is probably a good thing.

Like here:

The older heroes have a quicker reaction time than him, and Warriors has to catch his attention. (Also, brotherly Wind and Warriors Supremacy) He doesn’t have as much expierance as the others to be able to register the danger as quickly.

And later in the same arc, the others are putting together the clues to realize that the monsters are hunting them, but Wind doesn’t understand. He’s not dumb, he’s just a kid who, again, is lacking in world experience.

Firstly, I love the implication that Time/the others are training with Wind or teaching him things. Secondly, it just make sense that he’s not going to be as skilled with a sword as the others. Again, he’s not bad at it or incompetent in anyway. It’s just that a 12 year old kid learning to fight to save his sister is going to be less skilled than adults who have had those extra years to train. (Some of whom have had formal training.)

Wind is the only one that thinks the scars are cool. The others are all, I don’t know, jaded? They don’t see any glory in it.

This could also be just his general excitableness, but speaking of:

I feel like these are all pretty self explanatory. He tries to mimic the opinions/actions of the adults he looks up to. His reaction to his and Wild’s difference in opinions is a very childish one. He’s very excitable, etc

TL;DR: Wind acts like a kid some times, and that’s okay. Also, personally, I’m living for it.

#This is basically the ‘In this essay I will’ meme #except I actually kind of wrote the essay #the thesis statement is that sometimes Wind should be allowed to act like the kid he is #I actully wrote this entire post them accidentally deleted it and had to redo the whole thing 😭#mint’s analysis #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu wind #lu Warriors #lu time #lu Wild #long post

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purplefyragon · 2 years ago

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How Deep Will You Go?

Basically a Dark ending for ISWM. Idk lmao. Meh.

Sooo I wrote this before? Mark said Engineer!Mark isn't Actor. This is a universe where he is. Multiverses and all that. Fucko only gave us the shoe & a hand so I said 'Bet'. Also I absolutely hate this and most of what I write in general so yknow.

Rating: General/SFW

GN!Reader

Pairings: Very mild implied DA/Damien, more one-sided to him now as you don't fuckin remember shit

Warnings: canon typical angry void man, attempted/failed hypnosis, he kinna stinky & kisses you without your consent

Word count: 3600+

~~~

Over and over again.

No matter how many wormholes you jump through or universal resets your soul survives, you always end up back here.

This time though?

This time, something feels different in the way the Engineer looks at you. There is weight behind it. A terrible weight that you can’t put your finger on, but you nonetheless feel bearing down upon you.

You still go through the motions; recoiling from the fire extinguisher strike to your head, the loss of the crystal, ‘Don’t.’, etc.

Yet…

Considering how much you’ve been through- how many cycles was it now? You’ve lost count- it is now second nature to grab his hand before the wormhole drags him into its depths. The Head Engineer fights back, begging for you to let him go as he tries to wrench his hand from your hold, but you stay firm. Gravity drag threatens to pull you in too, so you hook your leg around a guard rail and hold on for dear life. Mark’s begging finally makes it through the cacophonous, eldritch droning of the Wormhole above you.

“--Captain, please! Why won’t you let me go? I know how to stop this! I can save everyone- everything!” he cries as he tries to wrest his hand from your own.

That’s different.

You shake your head, expression contrite. He sure sounds convincing, but you’ve been through too much to let him go on the assumptions of his expertise. He said it himself; you don’t have to understand how something works to use it. He also said it himself- ‘Stop me from going back, Captain- no matter what it takes!’

“Why?!”, he continues, “Surely, I can fix this! Who else even can now!? It’s my fault- I did let you pilot my ship, after all. I have to fix all this, reverse everything you did!"

There’s so much wrong with that assumption- so damn much wrong with the Engineer’s logic. It infuriates you, really- you didn’t do any of this! You never asked for the Warp Core to choose you! You don’t even have control over the jumps half the time! You don’t have time to argue with him now, and you doubt he’d believe you, anyway. The universe is collapsing around you, and you have less than a minute to make a decision.

You could Let Go: send your partner hurtling into the lifeblood pathways of the multiverse to a time and place unknown in the foolish hope that he can fix this.

You could Hold On: heed his older self’s plea and deny his quest to go back, tossing the Crystal into the abyss instead and setting forth an unknown chain of events that could either save or destroy all reality as you know it.

Or…

You could J̶̠͌̌u̷͇̿͌ͅm̷̛̱̽p̸̬͝ ̵̮̯͐̚Ị̵̰̅n̸̤̩̆ with the Crystal, leaving the overloading Warp Core- the original Warp Core- to self-destruct.

It’s as if your body has already decided for you. You reach out for the Crystal even as Mark screams for you not to, accusing you of wanting to destroy the universe. The man doesn’t understand what you’ve seen throughout all this. You’ve spent your own eternity through hell.

You’re tired. So very, very tired.

"Universal Collapse Imminent. Please Resolve Paradox.” The voice of the Core rumbles its final warning out, mechanical and cold.

Mark makes eye contact with you, his gaze both accusatory and pleading. You focus back on the Crystal but lose your balance, losing your grip on the guard rail and stumbling toward the Warp Core. The hand in your own is no longer trying to lessen your hold, but tightening its own. Mark is trying to use his weight against you now, thrashing and pulling you up with him into the chaotic portal.

In that instant, you see something else in his eyes, backlit by the electric blue- something darker. Frustration and desperation twisted into a rage- into something… something red-

You aren’t following the Script, Captain.

You let go.

The Event Horizon of the Wormhole cuts off Mark's yelp of surprise as he spins head over heels into the twisting crescendo. Somehow through all that out-of-control movement, his eyes manage to find yours before the blue glow engulfs his form.

In that same beat, you reach down and snag the Crystal from its mooring, tossing it up into the yawning chaos after the Engineer. You follow suit, launching yourself off the ground and into the twisting abyss before the portal collapses.

This time, unnatural darkness meets you upon falling into the wormhole. Rushing wind and foreign sound still buffer your remaining senses, offering some semblance of familiarity. The sensation of your entire being shredded and put back together seems far more visceral this time.

Something feels wrong, more wrong than hurtling through the space between planes, extant where reality is not.

The sickening-yet-familiar flight finally ends, both an eternity and far too quick. Your sight returns to you too late for you to catch yourself plummeting out of the wormhole. Unforgiving ground rushes up to meet you, knocking the breath from your lungs. Coughing roughly, it takes a moment before you can force yourself to your knees and take a look around.

It is an immediate sensation of trespassing in a place not meant for you. The Warp Core sits before you, illuminated in that same haunting blue light as it was when it first ‘chose’ you for this ‘mission’. However, the Crystal is nowhere in sight; nor is there Dorlene to cryptically chide you, no Core Voice to request a host, or Old Man Mark to gloat in your face about stopping you.

The 'ground' beneath your hands and knees changes, rippling like the surface of a pond from the slightest movements. To your surprise, no water clings to your skin or soaks into your jumpsuit. Looking around, you note that the heavy darkness around you terminates into a vast, endless sky of red and blue stars. Whole galaxies swirl above you in the endless gloom.

It hits you all at once how small and out of place you feel, how foreign this all is, a dawning realization that-

… You are alone. Completely and utterly alone.

Is this what the end of the Multiverse looks like?

“Will you ever tire of these meetings?”

You scream before you can stop yourself, scrambling to your feet and whirling about to face the origin of the voice. That would be easy were there anyone to face in the starlit abyss, and had the voice not come from everywhere at once.

“I know I would.”

The mysterious voice echoes out again, warping and doubling on itself. It hurts to listen to, bringing with it a high-pitched ringing that you try to block out with only a modicum of success, hands clasped over your ears.

When you turn back to the Warp Core in another panicked scan of the immediate area- you see them. A figure stands on the other side of the machine, partially blocked by the apparatus.

They- he? A humanoid figure, in the loosest terms possible- step into view from behind the Core, leveling you with a stare of neutral indifference. He is painful to look at, edges blurring in such a way that has your vision dancing, eyes watering. Clad in a formal three-piece suit, the ‘man’ is out of place, and more importantly, out of color. His presence seems to drain the very life out of the area around him, swamping it in a void deeper than the one you currently stand in.

Upon making eye contact with you, he grins- wide and unnerving, eyes too open, stance too stiff, too many teeth-

This man- no, entity- is a walking black hole, though far more alien. Just looking at it triggers alarm bells in your mind. This being is dangerous.

His grin then morphs into a sneer. “They are an ever-present reminder that we are not done yet.”

The entity takes a few steps forward- does he? You don’t remember seeing him move. The water-ground doesn’t ripple from his steps, unlike yours- and bends down to pick up the Core Crystal resting on the ground in front of you.

Wait. When the hell did that get here-

The entity sighs and turns on his heel, holding the crystal out to his side, studying it. Once again, you don’t see him move- he is standing beside the Warp Core now, regarding it with disdain. “All that trouble… all for something so small.”

He reaches out to the Core. From such a simple brush of his fingers, the Warp Core is crumbling, desiccating, falling in on itself with an otherworldly whine. You watch in shock- or is it relief?- as the origin of all this insanity withers to dust in no less than a few seconds.

“Down... down... down… ever further into another hole you’ve gone, little rabbit, always expecting a different outcome." The being turns to you once more as he speaks, frowning at you. There is tension behind it, like a failing dam holding back a deluge. His form morphs with force, cracks, two splinters of himself separating from the whole and reaching out- screaming- before you blink, and he is whole again.

What the fuck-

With a sneer, he brushes the hair from his face and roughly readjusts his suit. "You never considered that the snake was already in your den, did you?” he muses, punctuating 'snake' with a jab in your direction.

He can tell by the way you are staring at him that you have no idea what he is talking about. Of course you wouldn't. His hold on you is too great.

"Confused? Fine. Allow me to elaborate.”

You step back when he advances, but he doesn’t exactly walk to you. The entity circles around you instead, analyzing you. Gooseflesh skitters across your skin from the new proximity- you very much feel like prey right now, every muscle taught and poised to run.

Where the hell would you run? There’s nowhere to go.

“You keep jumping into wormholes over and over again while expecting a different outcome, an end. It is almost comical, in a way." He sighs, heavy and burdened. "Almost." The entity finally pauses from his circling, studying the crystal that once embedded itself into your palm. "You never stopped to consider that the problem- the source of your issue... jumped into that wormhole with you."

Is he talking about Mark? While yes, Mark is the origin of this particular problem- … how did Mark build the original Warp Core? What got him trapped in that eternal death loop? How long have you been trapped?

Eyes locked on the ground, you are so lost in your spiraling thoughts that you don’t realize he is right in front of you until you do-

“You don’t remember,” he breathes, a statement more than a question. “Or, perhaps you do, but you don’t want to face the reality of this situation, just as I did once.”

Such proximity is overwhelming, but you can’t move. Why can’t you move?

“Mayhaps I need to remind you, Little Monster.”

He leans in, and for some reason, you feel compelled to look up at him. Frigid hands trail up your arms, icy breath ghosts over your cheeks... those depthless black eyes pulling you in, down, down-

A tug at the back of your mind snaps you out of whatever hold he had on you, staggering backward, almost falling to the ground. You refuse to think about how your face burns, and not from the cold radiating off him. Your tongue darts over lips still tingling from the icy brush of- did he fucking kiss you?

He sighs, and you look to him again only to find him watching you with remorse. "Aren’t you tired, old friend?”, he murmurs, speaking as if he knows you. That concern in his voice… does he know you? You sure as hell don’t know him-

… Or do you?

“Do you even remember the last time that you slept?”

You blink. … You don’t remember. You have no idea when the last time you slept was, even from before the first Warp. Though it’s hard to remember when your mind is still focused on- he absolutely fucking kissed you. What the fuck-

“How many faces have you worn,” he interrupts your thoughts with more questions, stepping closer, “how many lifetimes of false memories has He forced you to bear?"

His expression turns grim. “How many times have you died because of Him?”

You frown in confusion. ‘He’? Who the hell is ‘He’, though? Mark? What did Mark even do to get this being's attention?

“Do you not see? With as much as you’ve been through, how can you not see how pointless all this is?! There is no END!” The despair in his voice mixes with rage, and he’s splintering again- one, two, three, you lose count, shielding your eyes from the cacophony of color and sound, shrinking down to somehow hide.

When everything is silent again, you take the risk of looking. He’s fallen to his knees, eyes screwed shut, body contorted in pain. Part of you- a deep, lost part of you- cries out at the sight, and it takes more than you expect to stop yourself from trying to help him.

Why do you care?

“I suppose you don’t.” He snarls through grit teeth, wiping at his mouth and nose which drip the same black substance that constitutes the ground you stand on.

“Unfortunately for you, your choice of propelling yourself into the original wormhole has you back at square one. Again.” He hums. “You’ll only end up back here. I suppose that’s good for me, at least.”

Something glitters in the darkness near you, just in your periphery. You look and- yep, it’s the Crystal. He must have thrown it when he was falling apart. You glance at him, and he’s still focused on himself, not even looking at you. Taking the risk, you reach out for it-

Everything glitches.

You are standing now, facing him. He is no longer crouched, standing tall and glaring at you. The black ichor still seeps from his nose and mouth while he clutches the crystal at his side.

“Looking for this?” He laughs mockingly, holding up the crystal in your direction. You don't like that smile. “What? Do you think securing the Crystal again will help you here? No."

The crystal flares a bright blue before it starts to hiss, smoke billowing, light flashing sporadically. The hiss becomes a whine, then a crack-

… It’s not like you could stop him, anyway- and you once again wonder if it is relief you feel. Yet, it does make you wonder what you are dealing with, that he can destroy both the Warp Core and the Core Crystal-

That smile sharpens as he opens his hand, letting the blue dust scatter from his palm in an unfelt wind. “It's a prop. Nothing more. It has no power here.”

It’s a rush, fight-or-flight is coming back full force, to the point that you can’t think of anything else. If he can desiccate that, what chance do you have against him? You turn on your heel, sprinting into the black. Is it pointless? Maybe. But you’ll not die here without at least trying.

“Neither does He.” The entity purrs as he teleports before you, covering that distance in the blink of an eye. With no time to react, you barrel straight into his chest, only for him to trap you in his arms.

Despite your squirming, you do not budge in his iron grip. He chuckles at your efforts as he leans down to growl into your ear. “Neither do you.”

Something wraps its way around the back of your head and neck, forcing you to look him in the eye. It’s as cold as his touch, but slithers against your skin like… a vague memory of snakes hits you, forcing a shudder of revulsion to bubble up.

“This is my domain, and we have all the time in the world to get acquainted once again. Isn’t that wonderful?”

You can’t tell if he speaks to you directly or if his words echo inside your head. Those eyes pull you in, no longer only depthless black but a kaleidoscope of colors, swirling and dancing. They drag you in and down, alien thoughts pushing at the edges of your consciousness.

Stop fighting. Just let me in.

A mantra in your head, over and over, dragging you further and further down. Your struggles and shouts eventually die down to squirming.

He steps back and releases you while keeping eye contact. What holds your head spreads down your body, entrapping you in its grip and forcing you down to your knees. You only push back for a few seconds before your body falls limp in their hold.

He smirks. Your brow furrows. The voice in your mind only gets louder.

Stop fighting me. Just let me in. It’ll be much easier this way.

Down and in. Down and in. Down and in.

The further you drop, the looser the tentacles hold you- until that final barrier falls and lays your mind bare to him. When this happens, he smiles, resting a hand atop your head and brushing his fingers through your hair. You lean into it.

Like a pet.

He feels only the slightest push of indignation from the core of your being, still fighting his control. How cute.

“Don’t worry, my friend. I’ll help you remember. You’ll understand in time.”

Will you?

...

An ear-piercing BANG thunders its way through the void, sending shockwaves rippling through the ground which sends you both off balance. You hit the ground with a cry of pain while he staggers back with a curse, looking around wildly. The impact snaps you out of your spiral, but it’s the return of that pull from before that brings you back to yourself and damn if it isn’t incessant now.

The entity returns to his feet with a snarl, turning to where the Warp Core and Crystal once were. You follow his gaze, only to find that they stand without a scratch as if he never touched them at all.

That… scares you more than it should. Nothing should scare you now, but…

“That bastard- I thought we had more time. Damnit. Y/N-”

You don’t look at him. You can’t, attention taken elsewhere. There are cracks in the sky, in the ground…

Cracks that look like they splinter across the surface of a mirror-

Your grip on reality is fading again. How ironic. It feels like you are being pulled into a wormhole, but the pull is deeper, on your very soul. Only when you feel a hand grip your arm do you realize you are floating. Huh. Isn’t that interesting?

“Listen to me. I will find a way to end him and free us- all of us, Y/N.”

You look down to that painfully familiar face… down to that stranger’s face. Who is he again? Why are you here?

Why does he look so sad?

“Y/N?”

Y/N?

You are the Captain.

You open your mouth to say as much, but the blue light of a wormhole engulfs you, stealing him from your sight and memory.

Your mind files the ordeal among the lifetimes of struggle you’ve lived through. Once you open your eyes in the cryopod again, it’s as if it never happened at all. The door opens with a hiss as the Computer greets you, happily detailing how the ship’s status is absolutely catastrophic.

Shit. Well… here we go again.

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