#thank you for the opportunity to yap please do talk to me about these topics it's my favourite thing

[noxious-fennec]

aromantism & cannibalism :0? (plsplsplsplsplspls)

THANK YOU alright so.

Cannibalism is a a need, a hunger; a visceral desire, at the expense of another, that is as physical as it gets. It's also not a very common form of desire, which nicely juxtaposes it's symbolic place in my fiction as shorthand for romantic attraction.

with the base assumption that the hypothetical "you" is neither cannibal nor keen on being eaten alive: Being desired by a cannibal is to be wanted intrinsically in a way you have no way of accessing much less returning. if you love this person, don't want them to go hungry, the guilt would be tangible; what a waste to be loved so strongly for nothing in return. how cruel to keep loving someone just shy of how much they love you. What if you enjoyed the attention, the validation of being desired? wouldn't that be callous? Would you give yourself? your body to become fuel with you trapped in it, your future at the mercy of their hunger? What if they desired someone else but not you, wouldn't you feel jealous, left out, less than? Say they wanted you to join in the act instead: could you force the flesh of your fellow man down your throat for them? or would you just be exhausted, drained of life as you force your body to digest what it's not built for? how long would you last before they realise you're a poor imitation of the real thing? As the cannibal in this dynamic, your desire is visceral and wholly moving, it's so strong it doesn't leave room for anything else, and the only way to express it is at its object's expense. But you can't understand why they wouldn't want your love if they claim to love you. is your love so defiling, impure? you don't expect them to become a cannibal, but it's natural to you, couldn't they try? or is your all not enough? wouldn't you be justified asking for a little more?

Cannibalism is a metaphor for the horror of a desire that traps you in it. it's a metaphor for being left behind. it's a metaphor for obsession, for the violence of being alive and raw and scared and intimate and it still being not enough.

[tenkasato]

I’ve never done a request before. So I’m sorry if it’s awful. 😩

But can we get a Gojo Satoru x Reader. Maybe where they’ve been best friends for so long and the reader has loved him for years but he’s been in denial of his feelings and started pushing her away. Until one night when she’s been sent out to take care of a curse and maybe gets hurt or “beaten” by the curse and he has to come save her and admits his feelings bc he was scared he was never going to get the chance to?

Dearest nonnie, there is no such thing as an awful request ^^ Sorry for the delay.

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x reader

Warning: minor hints of spoilers ahead

You stand proudly, body relaxed, eyes focused with such savage intensity that could literally crack glass. The gargantuan glaive in your hand shines magnificently under the glory of a full moon. Confident. Strong. Unbeatable. That's what you're known for in Jujutsu Tech.

As a special grade sorcerer, you were sent out to a small hospital in a backwater town where dying patients crumpled and laid in their deathbeds. The death toll has been rising. A new epidemic threatens to wipe out the villagers. You raise your head and glower at the culprit—a diseased cursed spirit whose grotesque body is riddled with festering boils, rotting avulsions and corrugating flesh, the scent of carcass hanging in the air.

You eye the thing with disdain, however, as you take one cautious step forward, a pair of cold blue eyes flashes in your mind. Why? Why now? Now is barely the time to get distracted with frivolous matters like that.

“You can do better than that. I’m not the one you're supposed to fall for, dummy.”

But since when did one Gojo Satoru ever become trivial matter to you anyway?

“Come on. Enough of the joke. It's not funny anymore.”

Shut it, you mentally yelled at his voice playing rewind in your head. Gritting your teeth, you twirl the glaive methodically in your hand before tossing it high up in the air. You catch it swiftly, hand encircled around the handle firmly. You have to exorcise this fiend. Gojo can come later.

You leap towards the curse, and the next thing you know, the world is pitch black.

~ O ~

You hear your name being called even before you're able to succumb to drowsiness. Bolting upright, you flinch as the door swings open to make way for Gojo to barge into your room and storm after you.

You pull over your covers as he looms over you, arms folded indignantly.

“If you want a ‘thank you’ for saving my ass back there,” you say before making a theatrical bow, “Thank you, Gojo-sama.”

This seems to piss him off even more than he already is. “What the hell were you doing there? If I hadn't followed you, you wouldn't be here yapping sarcastic comments at me as if everything’s swell.”

“Please, it was a special grade!” you roll your eyes.

“Hardly. You could handle the piece of shit even with your eyes closed. It isn't like you to be careless like that.”

You drop your gaze and observe the new cuts in your hands. You feel the weight of his stare as you lightly rub on your fingers. “I have a lot in my mind.”

“That's not an excuse,” he tells you. “What's going on with you?”

Gojo’s usually smooth voice is serrated in your ears. It almost hurts to listen to the words he threw out as if he's clueless. You grapple at the thin thread of patience you had and exhale sharply. “It doesn't concern you. Besides, you already have a lot on your plate to worry about my little problems.”

“Is this still about what we talked about this morning?”

Your eyes snap towards his direction faster than you appreciate. You're surprised he brought it up in the first place, being one who always ran away whenever you broached over the topic. He treated your feelings for him like a taboo, even as he continued to openly flirt with you with every opportunity. The mixed signals drove you crazy, so you confessed having loved him for years now. However, Gojo wasn't keen to accept them even when you knew he felt the same way.

“Is it?” he prods.

“Shut up.”

There’s a pause, but Gojo immediately recovers from your caustic tone and stretches his hands. He turns back to you, a lopsided grin plastered over his face as his glasses slide a little down the bridge of his nose. “I told you to stop playing around with my feelings like that. I know I’m a loveable b—”

“If you're going to keep treating this as a joke, do me a favor and get the hell out of here, Gojo.” Your throat tightens as you feel a sting in your eyes. Digging your nails to your palms, you continue, “I’m tired. I’m so tired.”

You wait for him to stand, to walk out of the door quietly and run away which he always did anyway. Blinking back your tears, you tell yourself you couldn't cry in front of him. Vulnerable as you are now, you never wanted for him to see you weak.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Just…I just—hear me out, alright?” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Earlier in that village, I thought even you were going to leave me. I’d lose my mind. I can't have that. I don't think I can take it anymore.”

Speechless, you raise your head to risk a peek at him, but his eyes are switched ahead. He ignores your questioning glance and goes on, “It's the same as what I felt when you confessed. I was a coward. I was afraid I'd screw up at some point and hurt you in one way or another. Call me selfish. I know, but…”

Gojo trails off, lost in his own musings. His lips are downturned to a small frown. You close your eyes in bitter regret before leaning towards him to remove his glasses. He seems quite taken aback with the sudden gesture, aquamarine eyes meeting yours, bared and unblemished. You reach out and touch his cheek.

“Satoru, you can never hurt me enough to keep me away.”

He leans to your touch and lets out another mournful sigh, “That's not what I meant. Our profession as sorcerers is risky. We live each day without knowing if we'd still be there to see the next sunrise. I just didn't want you to come too close to me…”

Pain ripples your expressions as you press your forehead against his. “Don't talk that way, Satoru. I can't lose you either.”

“I know.”

And he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't promise you anything, because you both know any promises said in the walls of this place were hollow and meaningless.

Gojo gives your hand a squeeze and rises from his seat. “Get some sleep. The doctor said you’ll be back to full recovery after a few days.” He heads towards the door. When his hand encircles around the knob, he turns back at you and gives you a half-hearted wink.

You start to raise your hand, but midway, your hand falls back in place. His words echo in your head, the truth of it piercing through every fiber of your heart. You open your mouth, but nothing comes out, because you also knew pleadings such as ‘stay please’ were just as empty as promises. 

In the light of the recent events in manga, I felt inspired to write something along those lines. I hope I was able to satisfy the request. Thank you so much for the ask ^^

[actuallysolace]

Random Nico & Will HCs

INCLUDES EXCITING TOPICS SUCH AS:

Being Nerd Geeks

When: Distressed / Angry / Tired

Scars

Clothing

I didn't have a lot of ideas....Please leave asks for hc requests if anyone wants to hear more *batting my eyelashes*

BEING NERD GEEKS

NDA 🏴‍☠️

Mythomagic card game fan (Obviously)

(Past) Pirate fanatic But if the topic comes up he gets hyped

I think he'd like Pokémon. (Personally idk much about it)

Potentially could have a huge advantage in Pokémon Go (With Shadow Travel).

Not the type to talk about his interests a lot, preferring to indulge by himself or discuss with a select few people.

Although when given the opportunity you can see the light visibly enter his lifeless eyes.

Him and Frank bond over picking up Mythomagic again as "Eventual In-Laws".

Probably still thinks to himself in Mythomagic terms when discussing Greek mythology.

"So how much HP did he lose" he ponders as he's meeting Lester Papadopoulos for the first time. (The answer is: Clearly A Lot)

WS 🔆

Star Wars fan (Obviously)

Has a ton of Lego Sets littered around Cabin 7

True Crime Listener (Confirmed in TSATS)

DHMIS (Past, but if you mention something even somewhat related it'll reawaken.) hyperfixation do not ask me how he landed on YouTube.com....i have no clue. I just think it'd be funny.

(Young 10 year old) Will at camp and one of his siblings ask "What are you interested in?" expecting some kind of hobby such as painting or singing and then all of a sudden you've got this kid yapping up a storm about a "Cult Leader Butterfly".

Rip Will Solace you would've loved YouTube Essays, and then getting frustrated when they're wrong about small minor details that only you care about.

The Type to Talk About Their Interests. Frequently. Certified Yapper. He can and will bring them up whenever to whomever. He can and will make references that nobody gets. He is a walking advertisement.

WHEN DISTRESSED

NDA 🏴‍☠️

Stands stiller.

He tries to keep them under control but his Powers act up a bit in the form of small bone bits and dead grass.

If he's deeply upset the ground might crack up (like in Titan's Curse) as if he's reaching out the Underworld or Wanting to dig up a ditch and lay with the dead.

WS 🔆

Pacer. Starts speed walking around like they've got places to be and multiple deadlines.

Sometimes starts glowing in distress without noticing. Possibly his own body trying to soothe itself?

Already fidgety but it increases when they're just feeling extra something whether it be upset or excited.

WHEN ANGRY

NDA 🏴‍☠️

Quick to get defensive and start arguing

He feels rage at 1 million percent

WS 🔆

Tends to suppress their feelings in the moment trying to make peace and or mediate whatever's going on

Skilled at staying level-headed, cause he has to be

Sometimes you just gotta bite your tongue

So he did once

Like Literally

It started Bleeding

He had to heal it himself

Screams in the Woods After particularly anger inducing situations

A few dryads are concerned about him. Mentally.

Sometimes (if it's too dark out) into his own pillow

Casually leaves screaming session as if nothing happened

"what do you mean you heard screaming in the woods" "maybe a dryad just had a really bad break-up"

WHEN TIRED (OR SLEEPING)

NDA 🏴‍☠️

Talks less and less

Can sleep anywhere

Under any condition

Like he could be in an active Tornado, snoring.

WS 🔆

Talks more and more

Getting increasingly less coherent and more nonsensical

What is bro yapping about

He can go for longer without rest (Thanks Apollo) but practically drops dead once they get the chance to sleep.

Like collapses and barely breathes. Someone had to be on "Check Will's Pulse" Duty before Nico was around to keep sensing that his boyfriend is not deceased.

Always ends up in an entirely different position when he wakes up versus how he slept

Apollo passed down trait of ending up in some Dramatic Damsel in Distress coded pose while unconscious to a large majority of his kids. Will included.

SCARS

NDA 🏴‍☠️

Littered in scars

Probably didn't seek out proper healing for a long while unless absolutely necessary, instead choosing to abuse Ambrosia and Nectar.

Even now that he does seek proper healing (usually), chooses to keep whatever scars he can.

Cause, "They Look Cool"

Makes him feel like a Pirate

WS 🔆

Heals quicker than the average demigod (Pro of being Apollo's Offspring)

Typically his wounds will start healing themselves like small cuts or minor bruising never lingering for too long.

Still takes steps to clean up and dress them. He is a professional of course, What kind of example is he setting if he leaves them be???

CLOTHES

NDA 🏴‍☠️

Nico goes through funnily extreme lengths to maintain his Son of Hades look

Will is still in the works of getting "Allergic to Color" approved as a valid allergy

No of course Will doesn't believe that, but he enjoys partaking in shenanigans

This man has managed to obtain the camp shirt IN BLACK. WHEN EVERYONE ELSE IS CANONICALLY WEARING ORANGE? YOU MEAN TO TELL ME APHRODITE CABIN HASN'T BEEN ABLE TO UNLOCK NEW COLORS BEFORE THIS GUY DID? HE STICKS OUT LIKE A SORE THUMB? AMONG PEOPLE WHO ARE WEARING ORANGE???????????LMFAOOOO??????

Honestly I think he just does things to 1. See how much he can get away with 2. Watch Chiron visibly yearn for retirement.

Closet is very black with some white with a hint of brown cause like leather and also dirt.

Possibly just purchasing anything with a skull on it.

Is it cause Son of Hades or because it reminds him of Pirates the world may never know.

WS 🔆

Honestly just pulling stuff together

Their face is doing most of the work Really

Hasn't been the same ever since they discovered Crocs

Owns a Set of Rainbow Crocs

I don't see Nico stealing Will's clothes but I think they'd both enjoy the irony of a medic wearing a skull shirt aka Will wearing Nico's clothes.

Nico offers his jackets frequently in the winter or nights because Maria raised a gentleman. And also because Will is never ever truly prepared clothes-wise (he tries he really does it just never works out) and then he's just Standing there, shivering like a wet cat.

@solangeloweek

[lowkeyrobin]

can you pretty please try doing reader who is a certified yapper 🗣‼️ but also has moments where they just get tired of talking and are dead silent for like 20 minutes straight and then go straight back to yapping 😼 sorry if its super specific lmao but i do this all the time

also could i maybe be 🦋 anon??

hello!! welcome to the family 🦋 anon! and yes ofc :) sorry if I misunderstood, kinda autopiloted to mcyt so sorry if you meant this for another fandom LMAO ; struggled to think of new thoughts so sorry for small cast of people 💀🙏

MCYT ; certified yapper

includes ; tommyinnit, ranboo, badlinu, quackity, & nihachu

warnings ; language

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he does the same thing

will rant about anything and everything especially if you're talking about the same thing

but if it's out of the blue like "omg look at this tik tok drama blah blah blah" he just blinks before he's like "oh shit. here we go again"

then you just stop talking after a moment and gets weirdly uneasy with the silence

"can you talk more?"

"about what??"

he just shrugs "I like when you yap away, you're nice background noise"

you dramatically scoff "Okay, asshole"

you're silent for a while and just start revving up the engine again "Holy shit here's another thing, this girl-"

RANBOO

nods along and actually listens

dude doesn't care, they're listening to you no matter what

whether it be about serious topics or some silly internet stuff you like, he'll always listen and make sure to note it down that way he can start a conversation with you about something you like or are passionate about

"yknow what I like about the nether?"

"what?" he smiles

"how pretty and diverse it is. yeah you can say the overworld is just as if not more diverse with biomes and stuff, but they could've just left it boring red netherrack everywhere you go and stuff, it adds so much more life-"

they love how passionate about things you can be

if for a very extended period of time, they'll check up on you like "you good?"

you just nod like "I'm tired of talking L"

BADLINU

nods along with you

he doesn't see it as yapping, he sees it as a genuine conversation no matter what you're talking about

adds some stuff in when you like pause to breathe

once you go quiet he can just sit in silence with you forever

this is basically his opportunity to talk to you about like tik tok drama lmao

if you don't know about it at all, all ears open and you're focused

your dynamic 🔛🔝

QUACKITY

you're both yappers let's be honest

constantly talking over each other and play fighting for the most attention out of other people 💀💀

"SHUT THE HELL UP I'M TALKING"

"I WAS TALKING FIRST, LET ME TELL THEM ABOUT MY NEW FAVORITE MOVIE"

then you just get tired of talking and wanna strip mine or something LMFAO

he always checks to make sure he didn't upset you after every time you go silent

it's just by reflex lmao

he does listen to you when you yap about a fixation don't worry

gift inspo goes crazy

NIHACHU

loves when you talk or yap about something you like or some drama you found

she's like your safe person to talk about everything to, she loves having that kind of title for you

"and then xyz"

"Oh my God, really??"

she'll whole ass put everything down just to listen to you talk about dumb shit I swear

she encourages it, like just speak your mind dude

also uses what you talk about as gift inspiration for anything, birthday, valentines day, anytime she wants to get you stuff

half the time you forget what you just said and she recaps you

"Oh, thank you! anyways-"

[starpiper3]

A Fresh Start?

Chapter 1: Lost and Found

Chapter 2: Last Few Words

Chapter 3: Keeping Secrets

Chapter 4: A Fresh Start?

“She’s been in there for quite a while now,” Tracer butted in as she leaned up against the wall. The small group of friends waited by the door, hoping that their beloved guardian angel was ok in there. Not a sound had been made since she entered the room, and it worried them.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, the door knob clicked, followed by the squealing from the hinges.

“Mercy my doll you're ok!” Tracer exclaimed as she blinked up and hugged her friend with care. Mercy gave a small smile and hugged her back. She didn’t expect a crowd to be at the door when she exited, so it took her a moment to process the people that stood before her. Tracer was a given along with Winston, Zarya, Pharah and D.va.

“How long have all of you guys been waiting?” She questioned.

“A good 25 minuets, we were all worried. We haven't seen you act like that for a while, so we all figured that we should stay near incase any relapses happen, you know?” Winston grunted.

“Oh, that’s very kind of you all, thank you. But I am just fine now. Everything has been taken care of.” She smiled. The entire group cocked their heads to one side as if Mercy had an extra arm or leg. How could she have gone from a complete wreck to being totally ok? They knew something fishy was going on, but no one said a word, “and, while I was in there, this big guy said that he’d like to join us.”

Everyone stiffened.

“Mercy, are you feeling alright?” Pharah asked.

“And why wouldn't I be?” She said as her professional personality came into play.

“Well, it’s just-”

“Just what.” She snapped clearly irritated.

The man next to her cleared her throat. Everyone’s eyes darted to his standing figure.

“If I may,” he spoke. They looked at one another with unsure faces.

“Go on,” Winston spoke.

“Mercy was just thanking me for taking care of her and bringing her to the base.  She was frantic with questions about how I got her here, and now that she’s got her answers, I think she’s a little bit better-”

“Enough of your yapping, let the woman speak for herself,” Zarya said with her heavy Russian accent, “Mercy, if you would tell us the truth.”

“He did tell the truth,” the room went silent. Mercy clapped her hands together and looked at the crowd with alertness, “so, shall we talk about uh... uhhhh....” She looked at the man next to her and frantic eyes searched his tactical visor. He cleared his voice before speaking.

“Soldier, Soldier 76.”

“Soldier 76?” Tracer said with a hint of disgust in her voice, “what kind of name is that?”

“Now now Tracer, lets not get too cocky here,” Winston huffed, “this man did save our friend and has caused no one harm here-”

“But he’s been stealing from the Swiss head quarters,” Pharah complained, “how do we know for sure that he’s not with Talon?”

Soldier stiffened and clenched his fists. All eyes were on him now. In a low deep voice, he spoke, “Talon, took everything I knew and loved away from me. Joining the recall of Overwatch would give me the opportunity to give them a taste of their own medicine.” He growled, “the left over supplies at the fallen HQ is my only source of weaponry to attack and defend myself from Talon troops.” The room was silent and no one spoke. All faces grew long and eyes casted down to the ground.

“What did they take from you?” Tracer asked quietly. The silence was deafening.

“My title, my status, my life, and most importantly, the woman I loved the most.”

Mercy looked up at him with sad eyes herself. She had never once thought that this is how he had been feeling throughout the years. 

“I-I’m sorry to hear that... Soldier. A-and I’m sorry I was so harsh.”

“No need to apologize Tracer.”

“How-”

“Winston said it a couple minuets ago,” Soldier said making up a lie on the spot.

“Oh,” she looked down at the ground.

“I think that settles it then,” Winston spoke up, “When will you be able to start-”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Zarya stepped in, “we’re just gonna let him in? We have no idea of his background or his heath. Is he even suitable to join? He looks like he would never be able to keep up with anything that we do.” She claimed.

“Zarya, I hear your concerns, but seeing as he did just bring us back our top medic and had no harm to her as they were talking in the holding room, we should at least give him a chance.”

Zarya huffed and crossed her arms before turning away from the group.

“I’m terribly sorry Soldier, did you say when you’d be able to start?”

“Whenever you allow me to sir.”

“Good,” he said pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m sure that you’d rather have Mercy show you to your new room, since you two seem comfortable with each other.”

“Gladly!” She chirped, “I’ll see all of you in a few for dinner time.” she said before rounding the corner, heading away from the group.

As soon as they were out of hearing range, Mercy let out a breath.

“Do you think I pulled it off?”

“I think you did wonderful Angel.”

She blushed and tried to cover a smile. His hand snaked around her waist as they walked down the long corridors to his new room.

“It’s so nice to have you back Jack. We finally have our commander back! You can lead the groups like you once did and-”

He stopped her in the middle of the hallway. She looked at him slightly confused and her head was cocked to the side slightly.

“Angel...” his voice was weak, “I can’t go back to living that life style. Not again, not ever. Me being picked over Reyes was only the beginning of the fall of Overwatch. Knowing that I could be the fall the second time, I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself.”

“Oh,” she said as she pretended to admire the tiles on the floor.

“But hey,” he gently turned her to face him and tilted her chin up so her eyes met his, “it’ll all work out. I may not be Commander Morrison anymore or the Poster Boy of Overwatch, but I know one things for sure, I am still all yours love. And we will make this work, also this time? I’m not going anywhere without you. I’ll always be by your side through thick and thin. I’m back Angel.”

Tears threatened to spill over and the joy of having his one and only love back strained her heart more than anything else. She couldn't have been any happier than to have him back. She let out a chocked chuckle as they began walking down the corridor again. When they finally reached his room, they departed, but not before Angela reminded him about dinner. He gave a chuckle before reminding her to come and get her for dinner. After that, they went their separate ways, but this time, it wouldn't be forever.

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Dinner was a story itself. Everyone was quiet and no one made anymore noise than needed. Forks hardly scrapped the plates and chewing was to a bare minimum for everyone. No one dared to move a muscle and the fact that Soldier 76 didn't dare to remove his mask in front of the crowd that was gathered before him, only raised more suspicion.

“So, um, Soldier,” Winston dared to speak. The only response he seemed to get was the turn of a head. He cleared his throat and tried again as eyes darted between the two, “you uh, not a fan of steak and broccoli?” He joked trying to lighten the situation.

Soldier cleared his throat and shifted around in his seat before answering.

“No no, I uh, I’m just not used to eating in front of groups. It’s rather uncomfortable for me.” The sound of jaws coming to a stop silenced the air. Soldier’s face began to heat up under his mask while a thin layer of sweat covered the base of his head. Everyone seemed to notice the change in his composure, even Mercy.

Seconds after the awkward exchange between the group, Soldier  excused himself to go to the bathroom, which wasn't a problem with Mercy at all. What bothered her was that he wasn’t gone for as long as he should’ve been. What should have taken him 10 minuets at the most, took him around 5 minuets. It concerned her more than anything, but seeing as he was ok when he got back (after everyone was finished eating), it didn't bother her much. A not even minuets after he returned, he claimed that he was not feeling well, that it must've been something he ate, and asked if she could walk him back. She gladly agreed to it, only the looks on the faces around the table said other wise. Mostly suspicious, and others concerned. But once they left the room, what they did, was no longer their decision. As they approached his quarters, Angela realized it was time to say goodnight.

“Well, sleep well Jack.” She said as his door swung open. He sighed and dragged his hand down his visor.

“Mercy, please, it’s Soldier now. You could blow my cover like that.” Mercy flinched back. Mere hours ago, it was ok for her to call him Jack when no one was around, but now? It seemed like it was a sin for her to even think of the name.

“Right right, sorry.” They stood there in an awkward silence. As much as Jack didn't want to bring up the topic, he had to.

“Mercy....” He trailed off, seeing as she had caught on to what he was about to say, “I can’t go back to being strike commander and you know it. I don't even know what half of the group would do if they were to find out who I really was. I already made my mistake with you and the last thing I need to do is make it with the rest of the group.”

She was quiet. Hadn’t he already warned her about that? It seemed odd for him to tell her again, seeing as he never really repeats himself. Only she guessed that this seemed to be really important to him.

“You know I love you very much, but I think it’s time we forget about each other and move on.” She was on the verge of tears as he spoke. Why was he being so harsh to her? Wouldn't he want to be back with her after all of these years of being gone? It didn’t make sense to her. They had been talking about this topic hours ago, and now he changes his mind? She had so many questions, yet, she didnt want to end this in a fight once more. Her shoulders shook as tears streamed down her face.

“So, for now, until things get sorted out,” Solider held out his hand, “my name is Soldier76.”

It took Mercy a second to reach out and shake his hand, but she eventually mustered up enough strength to do so.

“I’m Merc-” She felt her body move in and a sharp pain was present in her abdomen. Her breathing became shortened and her body started to sweat. She slowly looked up only to see Reaper’s face instead of Soldier’s.

As he laughed, his body heaved up and down.

“That was too easy,” he said before she passed out.

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Sorry this one is so short, I had writers block for quite a while and I just didn't know what to do, anyways. I know it’s not my best, but enjoy!

Here’s a music video that I think goes really well with this chapter

I’m open to any comments, messages or suggestions :)

 ~Starpiper3

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Chapter 5: Saving Faith