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lay-z · 6 months ago

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🍷 Day 8 – Dinner time

Synopsis: Kyle has gotten a rare, personal invite to spend Christmas Day over at Captain Price’s house and the young Sergeant is already looking forward to see you again.

Pairing: husband!John Price x wife!Reader x Kyle Gaz Garrick

Warnings/Info: NSFW, 18+ | Kyle’s POV; curvy!Reader (some physical descriptions, not a lot); smut; cussing; drinking/intoxication; objectification; voyeurism; male masturbation

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Kyle knocks on the dark cedar wood front door of the detached, two-storey brick house – or should he rather call it a mansion? Newly renovated, with its own idyllic driveway, extension double garage and, of course, the discreet yet high-tech security system overlooking the whole estate.

He knows that his Captain spared no expense when he moved you out here after the wedding; to the address somewhere in the countryside near Liverpool that no one outside of Price’s most trusted inner circle knows about.

Understandably.

It was quite the surprise to Kyle, when Price had invited him over for Christmas, – “My wife misses ya, son. Ordered me to invite ya over for dinner and you know I can’t deny her anything. Be there at 1800 and bring some wine, aye? She prefers red.”

And Kyle cannot disobey a direct, – or indirect? – order from his Captain.

Now it’s 17:47 p.m. on Christmas Eve and Kyle brushes an imaginary piece of lint off his left shoulder before adjusting his fashionable long black winter coat once more as he waits for the door to open, his breath fogging up in the cold evening air whenever he inhales and exhales deeply.

He doesn’t understand why he’s feeling so nervous all of a sudden, or perhaps he does but he won’t acknowledge that now. So, instead, he questions himself if the bottle of red wine, which he’s currently clutching in his left hand, will be to your liking while his stomach keeps clenching and unclenching repeatedly, nearly making him nauseous.

And when the door finally opens to reveal you, a bewitching smile on your red-painted lips, wearing a classy black, formfitting cocktail dress with a cutesy Christmas-themed apron tied around your curvy waist, Kyle’s breath catches in his lungs.

“Hello there, soldier!” You chirp happily and don’t hesitate to pull him into a welcoming hug, “It’s so good to finally see you again.”

Kyle feels like someone punched him in the throat. He can feel your full breasts press up against his chest as you embrace him eagerly, arms lingering around his neck while he steals a quick whiff of your expensive perfume, and it’s torture already. All of it.

When you pull back to smile up at him with sparkling eyes, Kyle clears his throat loudly, mentally screaming at himself to pull his shit together.

“Good to see you, too, Mrs. Price,” he replies, his voice slightly breathless from the unexpected yet much needed hug, “Thank you so much for the invitation.”

He tries to flash you a charming smile, the one that usually gets him anywhere, but he ends up looking strained and awkward, and feels uncharacteristically insecure – intimidated, even.

You wave him off with a dismissive click of your tongue as you usher him inside and close the heavy door behind him, locking it with a string of numbers you tap into the small keypad with your manicured fingers.

“Please, Kyle, no need for formalities with little old me, okay? As much as I love my last name and the man who gave it to me, it does make me feel much older than I actually am.”

The soft chuckle that reaches Kyle’s ears, makes him smile more genuinely this time, “Yes, ma’am.”

Kyle already feels more cared for than he has in the past couple of months, when he’d last managed to make himself go home on leave to be with his closest family. Then again, this still feels different, more intimate somehow.

After you demand to take his coat and hang it up for him, Kyle is sent on his way towards the living room and immediately met by his Captain, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window front that leads into the spacious backyard, wearing a casual chic and terribly civilian outfit, a courtesy of your fashion sense, he assumes. Has to be.

He has his meaty hands clasped behind his back like the proper old geezer he is as he watches the beginning snowfall outside while the massive, picture-perfect Christmas tree lights up the living room with its warm glowing fairy lights and colourful ornaments.

By the way he is standing so broodingly, Kyle almost expects a lecture or worse, – a briefing.

“Sir–” Kyle begins, “If I dare say, this is a mighty fine place ya got here for yourself and your missis.”

Price hums in agreement, nodding along as he turns around slowly to glance over his shoulder at his guest, “Sometimes bastards like us do get lucky, son.”

Kyle nods curtly with a tight-lipped smile, wondering briefly when it will finally be his turn, though he’s not thinking about a house or some fancy car.

“Good to see you, Garrick. Glad you could make it.” When Price approaches, he gives Kyle a sturdy trademark pat on his shoulder before brushing past him towards the liquor cabinet, “A drink before dinner?”

Kyle glances down and lifts the bottle of red wine in his hand, the one he brought specifically for you, before watching how his Captain is already pouring bourbon into two tumbler glasses.

“Sounds good to me, sir.” He agrees.

When Kyle is eventually ushered to the dining room next, where the table has already been set with three sets of matching plates, glasses, cutlery and decor, his offered help in the kitchen is waved off by Price.

“No need for that, lad. Just sit back and try to relax. The wife and I will take care of everything tonight.”

So, Kyle doesn’t question it, tries not to feel uncomfortable of bad about being looked after like this without being able to offer anything in return, and he manages to relax after a first glass of delectable red wine on top of the whiskey he’d already consumed, though the slight buzz also makes it harder not to stare at your chest whenever you bend over the table to set down a plate of food or refill glasses.

You’re so unrealistically kind, soft, sweet and nurturing – everything Kyle longs for yet never able to find in his countless acquirement of meaningless flings and hookups, that he briefly wonders if you’re even real. Everything he knows, is always rushed and unpersonal, a means to an end that leaves him unfulfilled and cold each time; loneliness sneaking up at him at night and choking him slowly. Nothing ever sticks and lingers; no one wants to keep him warm and happy; it’s never anything like his Captain has found with you.

“God, I hope you’ll like it, Kyle,” you laugh coyly as you serve him a delicious-looking heavy plate of pot-roasted sirloin beef with vegetables and mashed potatoes, “I swear, if you don’t like it, then John has lied to me about my cooking skills all this time.”

But Kyle is too focused on the way your plump tits squish together and nearly spill over the low neckline of your tight dress as he glances over the rim of his wine glass, taking a suspiciously large gulp of the ruby liquid.

He'd eat old, mouldy toast if it meant he could bury his face in your soft breasts afterwards, perhaps even suck and lick on your nipple a bit. And then he catches himself wondering what colour your nipples are, how large your areolas–

Price chuckles gruffly and his chair scrapes over the hardwood floor as he adjusts it at the head of the table, “You know I would never lie to you about your cooking skills, love. Honesty was a big part in our vows.”

“Is that why I can’t ask any questions about your job?” You quip, taking the seat across from Kyle, “Kyle, you need to back me up on this.”

And Kyle’s dark lashes flutter as he blinks rapidly, coming back to reality, to his Captain engaging in playful banter with his dear wife. The woman Kyle is down bad – bad – for. He shifts in his seat, discreetly adjusting the front of his black chino pants below the table and clears his throat, “Uhm, I’m–I’m afraid I’ve signed too many NDA’s to be of service for this, ma’am.”

Price snorts, shooting his wife a triumphant smile as he picks up his cutlery, “Good lad.”

Despite an amazing, hearty dinner to soak up the liquor in his gut, Kyle ends up drunk after allowing both wine and whiskey glasses being filled up repeatedly in turns. He’s not embarrassingly shit-faced drunk, but too drunk to drive and definitely too drunk to argue with you and Price about taking a taxi back to the hotel instead of staying the night.

“I’ve already arranged the guest bedroom for you,” you tell him with the tiniest pout, “– and no one has stayed in it yet, so do us the honour, Sergeant.”

Price’s warm, heavy palm on Kyle’s shoulder is the nail in the coffin, “You’re spending the night, Garrick. That’s an order.” Another rough pat follows and Kyle slumps in his chair, nodding at his Captain.

“Makes sense, sir. ‘m sorry for the–”

“Nonsense,” Price interrupts him gruffly, then gives you a curt nod before you turn on your heels, leaving the living room at once, “Just let her take care of ya and you’re both gonna end up happy.”

When Kyle furrows his brows in question and opens his mouth to ask for elaboration, his upper arm is already being grabbed, his impressive body lifted out of the comfortable armchair.

“You have a lovely wife, sir.” Kyle mutters, speech slightly slurred as he sways with his steps next to his Captain, who’s wearing a knowing smile on his lips, “Aye, couldn't agree more, lad.”

Pretty, plush thing. Ripe and ready to be plucked and consumed, yet utterly devoted to and patient for your dear husband.

Price is the luckiest bastard in the world and Kyle can’t even blame him for hiding you away here, tucking you under his battered wing to make sure no harm ever comes to you the moment you’d foolishly agreed to become his wife, his to protect and cherish. No, the rough man has devoted his life to making sure that the filthiest dirt of this world never reaches you; determined to keep your beautiful soul pure and give up his own in return.

Fuck, Kyle would gladly do that, too, if it meant he could so much as dream of someone like you without feeling guilty whenever he’s deployed to some shithole corner of this world, risking his life.

He’s dragged into the guest bedroom; a large king-sized bed taking up most of its space, new and modern, with bedside tables on each side and the scent of the navy-blue bed sheets still fresh. Through half-lidded, glossy eyes, Kyle notices the white sideboard with a sleek flat TV, a matching tallboy dresser, and a small bookshelf with a plush armchair and standard lamp in the corner.

“Can you wish your wife a good night from me, sir?” Kyle asks as he kicks his shoes off before struggling to unbutton his dress shirt, unaware of his Captain sauntering over to the armchair.

Price lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle as he sinks down into the cushions, “Tell her yerself.”

Still oblivious when the door to the room clicks shut, Kyle shrugs off his long-sleeved shirt before folding it haphazardly.

“Do you need help with that, soldier?”

It takes a brief moment for the soft purr of your voice to register in his foggy brain, but when it does, it causes Kyle instant heart palpitations, and it gets worse when he looks over at you, seeing you wearing a red, flimsy babydoll nightgown, a red silky bow adorning your full breasts.

“My wife asked you a question, Gaz,” Price gruffs out from his seat in the corner, whiskey glass in one hand and cigar in the other, causing Kyle to question his sanity, because he clearly must be hallucinating right about now, “Answer her.”

Perhaps he’s got alcohol poisoning and is already in a coma. He'd prefer that above... whatever this is.

“I–I–I–” He stammers, watching as you approach him with sensual steps, a delighted twinkle in your pretty eyes and carrying a tall glass of water in your hand.

“No need to be nervous, Kyle,” you coo at him and reach for one of his hands before pushing the cold glass against his palm until his fingers wrap around it, “Bottoms up. It will help with the hangover.”

As the terrific soldier he is, Kyle does as he is told, lifting the rim of the glass up to his lips while his eyes flicker back and forth between you and Price, the latter puffing on his cigar, strong legs spread wide and–

Kyle sputters and chokes on the last gulp, sobering up at once after noticing the clear outline of his Captain’s raging boner.

You pat his back to help with his coughing and Kyle’s eyes are immediately drawn to the way your tits jiggle at the movement, making him bite back a groan as you speak so sweetly, “Hey–Hey, calm down. It’s okay.”

“What the bloody hell is going on here?! Captain!” Kyle demands, his voice laced with a hint of panic as he squirms at the edge of the mattress, praying for the steady flow of blood rushing south to stop while his cock chuffs.

Before you answer, you glance back at your husband, who gives you a slow nod.

“John told me that you’ve been through a rough patch lately,” you say, dragging your teeth over your bottom lip as you clearly consider your next words, “– and he suggested that I could try make you feel better.”

Kyle is momentarily stunned into silence, mouth gaping as the empty glass slips out of his grasp and onto the plush carpet on the floor, “Sir, you–you can’t be fuckin’ serious.”

You bend forward to pick it up again and the short nightgown rucks up over your back, revealing your plump ass cheeks and the tiny matching red thong hugging your thick curves, and Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as he feels himself getting dizzy.

“You want to fuck my wife, Garrick,” Price remarks, a plume of thick smoke curling up into the air as he exhales slowly, “Then go on and take her; just wrap it up and don’t be too rough. I’m the only one allowed to mark her up. Right, darling?”

You nod eagerly, flashing a dazzling smile at your husband before placing the glass on the bedside table.

“But–”

Kyle’s objection is silenced when you cup his face and lean in to capture his lips in a deep, slow kiss that has his heartrate spike and his pulse thrum in his neck, even when you pull back again while he chases after your lips with a pathetic whine.

“Just be a good boy and let me ride you, Kyle.”

The way you ride his cock so eagerly, plump tits bouncing right in front of his face, your core squelching sloppily, squeezing him tightly with your feet planted flat on the mattress, has his brain go stupid and his initial restraint dissolve like candy floss in water, washed away by the steady current.

And the noises you're making. Saccharine whines, hiccupped moans, and the way you utter his name so desperate and breathlessly. Oh... Lord have mercy on him...

His head tips back against the plush pillow, long fingers digging into the fat of your plush hips, thick tendons protruding in his neck while his chest heaves rapidly and his full lips part with a guttural moan. It's warm, so bloody warm and wet and tight and he's losing himself in you so easily, tension coiling and pleasure mounting, up–up–up–up–

"F-Fuck! Oh, fuck–! I a-ah–”

Kyle's eyes snap open, staring at the ceiling and his whole body jolts, toes curling as he sits up, crying out in pleasure-pain while he folds forward as if being electrocuted, unable to control it when his balls throb while your perfect cunt sucks him in relentlessly, squeezing like a vice and stimulating his cock until he can't stop it.

He comes so hard, his vision blurs and frails at the edges; spurt after spurt of potent cum spilling from his ruddy tip into the condom, making him fear it might overflow with it.

In the corner of the bedroom, a rough groan and muttered curses are torn from the Captain’s throat as he spills into his own calloused fist, perfectly timed and skilfully edged; his milky cum dripping over his scarred, hairy knuckles.

Maybe this is what peace truly feels like, a small piece of heaven that has been offered to him. All free, no consequences, but the fact that he's hooked now.

“Mhmm, you didn’t even wait for me to finish,” you bemoan with a pout, your relentless fucking now slowed down to a sensual grind while Kyle quakes with aftershock. He wants to apologize, but his brain is mush, and you beat him to it, anyway.

“You know... whenever that happens, John has me sit on his face.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kyle is already moving in.

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ragetears · 5 months ago

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What do you need to hear right now? - pick a card!

~ this is a generalized reading, so take what resonates and leave what doesn’t! ~

Pile 1 - Phantomwise Tarot with pyrite

Pile 2 - Deviant Moon Tarot with rose quartz

Pile 3 - Crow Tarot with labradorite

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Pile 1 - The High Priestess, Four of Wands, and the Queen of Wands reversed.

Key themes: anxiety, fear, self love, creativity, trusting yourself.

My friend - Spirit is telling you that you need to trust yourself! You find yourself hiding away from the unknown, and even the unknown within you. Tap into those darker, deeper parts that you've been shying away from. It's only by integrating those parts that you can become whole. You don't need to be afraid of your own darkness, you need to embrace it, celebrate it. Very much a commitment to yourself kind of vibe.

You need to learn to care for and love yourself, truly and deeply. You aren't nearly confident enough in your abilities - but you should be! Shed that self-consciousness, that fear, all that nasty stuff that doesn't serve you and step into the creative power that's inside of you.

For some of you this might look like practicing self love through ritual or other spiritual methods, diving deep into shadow work and/or therapy, or restarting creative projects you stopped because you weren't confident enough to finish them. (Also I feel a strong need to say this for my pagans out there - some of you should think about connecting with Aphrodite because she really would like to work through this with you.)

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Pile 2 - Queen of Wands, Queen of Cups, and the Page of Wands reversed.

Key themes: Feminine and/or intuitive power and energy, manifesting, confidence.

You are one powerful person! You are in control of yourself, capable of handling many things at once. You have all the skills and abilities you need to manifest your desires - and it's time to take that step. Two queens next to each other tells me that it's time for you to step into a more "feminine" energy. Feminine, but not necessarily in the "receptive" sense. More in an "intuitive power" sense, and for some of you this might be a transition into being your true self. For others, it's a sign to take that step into what you desire. You are in control of this journey, you can trust that you know who you are, and by doing this you are healing parts of yourself.

They key word that keeps popping up for you is "manifesting". You have such an insane ability to create your own reality and bring your desires to fruition. Now is not the time to second guess yourself. You are not taking wobbly steps forward, you're far too skilled for that. There's no room for self doubt here - you know what you desire. You're past the point of walking away from your calling. The reversed Page says you might fall down but the two Queens say to get right back up because you will succeed. You can do this.

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Pile 3 - Death, Eight of Wands, Six of Pentacles.

Key themes: freedom, excitement, relationships, rebirth, caution.

Your life is about to change, you are on the cusp of (or perhaps you've already started!) shedding all that doesn't serve you. This has been an active process that you've been heading or even working towards, not something passive that's happening to you. This won't be easy, but you already know that and you're prepared, no matter how bad it might hurt. Something new lies just beyond the horizon of this change, something better. For some of you this might be a breakup, breaking bad habits, or cutting off toxic friends or family. You know it won't be easy, but you also know that a happier, healthier you is waiting.

It's time to move on from your old life - and swiftly. Your previous situation stifled you, held you back from your true potential. Others may not understand why you needed to leave it all behind, but that's okay, you need to put yourself first. It's time for full steam ahead on your dreams, and this movement will aid you even more in shedding all that held you back. This might be a metaphorical or literal move (for some of you I'm getting cross-country or even an international move), and don't be afraid of either.

You are reborn and you have never felt lighter or more free, but don't act rashly. Humans are social creatures after all, and we are made to rely on each other. Don't be afraid of the generosity and care of others, and freely give to those around you in return with open arms and an open heart. You will need people who love and support you, and they'll need you just as much.

It may be a good idea to take a close look at your old self, your old life, and evaluate what led you here because without active work you are at risk of falling back into old patterns and into your old ways. Also I'm getting for some of you that you really need to learn how to better manage your finances specifically or you're at high risk of ending up back in your old situation, or at least a very similar one.

#pick a card #pick a pile #pac reading #tarot pac #tarot cards #tarot reading #free tarot #tarotblr #tarot reader #tarot community #free readings #pick a card reading #channelled message

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cyberdragoninfinity · 1 month ago

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alright dana needs to wail and bark and holler about yugioh vrains now or shes gonna explode

GOD. VRAINS, HUH. YUGIOH VRAINS. I finished it a little over a week ago and even though I've been mad busy it is eating at my brain like it's out to kill me, and I suspect it's gonna keep doing that for a While. 8) Anyway time for my post-yugioh spinoff watch tradition of typing up my thoughts in a little (big) retrospective so so LEMME GET STARTED!! I SET MY MONSTERS IN THE LINK ARROWS TO MANIFEST MY CIRCUIT!!!!! LINK IT TO THE VRAINS BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[as always, for this anime from almost 10 (?!?!) years ago]

ok i can't talk about VRAINS without talking about the. circumstances surrounding my life while I was watching it. if i may be a bit emotional and Real Talk for a moment. tw talking about loss of a parent, but I started watching vrains in mid-October, a few weeks before my dad would pass away in early November. And then I finished watching it last Sunday, a few days before my family would scatter my dad's ashes at sea on April 24th. And let me tell you it is almost downright hysterical just how About Grief (especially Familial Grief) vrains is. I kept jokingly calling it "truly Such a yugioh to watch for someone whose dad just died"--literally why are there THREE. THREE!!!!! DEAD DAD/PARENT PLOTLINES GOING ON WITH CHARACTERS IN THIS SHOW. THREE!!!! FUCKING GOD LMAO. like it's not the first yugioh to be About grief but jesus mary and joseph the way grief, loss, the idea of preserving the memory of those we love and how they can live on in our hearts forever, the way all of that is so intrinsically baked into vrains and the way it tells its story is A) genuinely so moving and sweet and also B.) ABSOLUTELY INSANE TO EXPERIENCE GIVEN HOW THINGS HAVE BEEN GOING FOR ME THESE LAST FEW MONTHS. SLASH POS. SLASH LOTS OF LOVE

all that to say yugioh vrains is just so "i experienced this piece of media at the exact transitional period of my life where i needed it most," and that's going to be special forever for me. the effect it's already having on me is of a magnitude i can't even fathom yet. it's going to sit with me for years. IT'S GOOD. IT'S REALLY FUCKIN GOOD. This yugioh made me bawl my eyes out like three different times over the way it shares themes of how grief and trauma can puss you to extremes,and how keeping close the bonds we have with each other, even when the people we care about have to go to away, is so so crucial and helps us move forward. There is love and there is loss in every inch of this fucking yugioh and it's incredible, I see why it's such a beloved series. I KNOW NOW. I SEE THE PEAK. I FEEL IT.

I do also absolutely see why it seems like a lot of people hold this as one of if not The most "serious" yugioh. And I get it! It handles some really fuckin grim, heavy topics (most all of them really remarkably well and gracefully!) BUT ALSO. I GOTTA SAY. THIS YUGIOH IS SO FUCKING FUNNY. AND SO GOOFY. AND SO RIDICULOUS. AND THATS AN INTEGRAL PART OF THE EXPERIENCE FOR ME. I watched the dub primarily as I usually do (+ all of s3 subbed and some other eps subbed) but let's be real the original is hilarious too. You get your 18 episodes of Ai being one of the most tragic, miserable saddest yugioh villains of all time but before then and even during it he is so STUPID. SLASH POS. HE'S BOUNCING AROUND BEING AN ANNOYING LITTLE FUNNYMAN LOONEY TUNE AND IT RULES. I WILL NOT STAND FOR VRAINS COMEDY ERASURE. the comedy makes the heavy shit hit even harder!!! FROG AND PIGEON ROCK YOUR WHOLE WORLD.

also, re: the dub. again i know im dubliker3000 im always hyping up the dubs but vrains miiiight be my favorite of all of them, alongside the arc-v dub. YES it didnt translate the end of yusaku and ai's duel maybe the best it could have, but being completely real it's still a perfectly serviceable ending (i actually like the very VERY end of vrains more with the dub version--yusaku reiterating that he'll do whatever it takes to find his friend is SWEET and i LIKE IT) and writing off the whole dub because of it is really silly. it is not NEARLY as bad as the way some people act 😭 there's something really particular about like...the way characters talk and word things in the vrains dub that I just really like. characters joke around a lot of course but they also talk in this very This Feels Like How People Talk IRL way to me and it's so engaging. it's very believable is a way i'd put it. idk maybe it's just that I watch a lot of live action comedy shows but some vrains dub dialogue would slot in so perfectly in one of those and i love that lol ALSO THE DUB PERFORMANCES JUST RULE. DUB WINDY YOURE EVERYTHING TO ME.

OK oh my god im rambling already lmao--let's break it down in my little subsections I like to do in these posts!!

Stuff I Didn't Like: Gotta say, there isn't a Whole lot that I just straight up don't like in vrains, but also. oh my fucking god. why does this series hate women so much DFHGSYDFGY IM SORRRYYY BUT IT'S SO ROUGH. ARC-V HAD THE BAR ON THE FLOOR RE: YUGIOH GIRLS AND SOMETIMES VRAINS JUST STARTS DIGGING.INTO THE BEDROCK. vrains only has like 5 women of note in it and all of them end up experiencing some sort of horrible fate at one time or another (except Hiyami maybe???!? shes too busy wanting to fuck akira i guess) AND IT'S JUST SO..... MAN. the world if VRAINS liked aoiskye more. she's so cool and theyre constantly putting her through the most horrifying experiences imaginable for the entire run of the series. they fucking mind control virus'd her by like episode EIGHT. THEY DID THIS SHIT TO HER

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON POOR MIYU. FUCKING INSANE THAT THE LOST INCIDENT IMPACTED SIX KIDS BUT ONLY HALF OF THEM GOT TO LIKE. ACTUALLY BE CHARACTERS. JIN FANS NEED FINANCIAL COMPENSATION. big deranged smile...it's fine.... i'll fix it myself...gripping my Windy Kid character concept/design so tight in my fist......

IT'S LIKE. vrains has SUCH cool characters and concepts but you can really feel the pacing crunch on some of them it's a dead horse at this point but this show had 120 episodes and LIKE EIGHT OF THEM ARE RECAP EPISODES. IT'S LIKE YOU CAN FEEL THE STRUGGLE THROUGH THE SCREEN.It is a goddamn MIRACLE that this show made it to air and was cohesive At All with the all the stories of production issues I keep hearing about it.

HM. what else did i actually dislike......oh right lol it's not really a Major general dislike and more me exaggerating as a bit but it's hysterical that multiple people were like "ohhh Spectre's gonna be a Danaguy" and then the second he started dueling I couldnt stand him and wanted to beat him to death with a golf club JHDFHGYUYDF SORRY TO EVERYONE HE'S JUST SO FUNNY TO RAG ON. unfortunately the way he treats skye makes my skin crawl and not even in a cool way. MY FRIEND CALLED HIM "INDUSTRY PLANT DANABAIT" AND SHE'S RIGHT. he's like baby's first yugioh weirdguy. he's a chat-gpt generated danaguy. he's a government danaguy psyop. he's We Have Yuri Arc-V At Home.hes FINE i just like him only in the hyperspecific read i have on his dynamic with revolver. WHY IS HE THE SINGLE MOST INCONSISTENTLY DRAWN YUGIOH CHARACTER. I DONT LIKE LOOKING AT HIM. GET HIM OUT OF MY HOUSE.HORRIBLE WHITE BOY. SLASH NEG

OK. ok. ok. im calm sorry about that aside. ACTUALLY. WAIT. ONE MORE THING i wish with my whole heart that Soltis Ai still sounded like a shrill little funnyguy IT'S SO SAD THAT HE DOESNT!!! IN THE DUB ESPECIALLY!!! I LIKE HIM BUT HE SHOULD BE ON THAT DUB!MARIK SHIT. POUNDS MY FIST ON THE TABLE. ALAS. L for enjoyers of when yugioh characters sound Fucking Annoying 💔

OK IM DONE. THAT LEADS REALLY WELL INTO TALKING ABOUT VRAINS' CAST, THOUGH. SO.....

Favorite Characters: im saying this with so much genuine love in my heart: it's so funny that i had like a solid half dozen people hedging their bets on either Spectre or Ryoken being the vrains guys to Do Me In and then I watched the show and instead I got the needle blown clean off the Danaguy Meter by THESE FUCKING THINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW COME NONE OF THE DEAD DADS IN VRAINS MAD ME CRY NEARLY AS HARD AS FLAME THE LITTLE 🔥🤓☝ FUNNYGUY DID. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT. THIS GUMBY SHIT IS SERIOUS

sniffles. i love the Ignis a perfectly normal amount. im so enamored with their interpersonal complexities. All of their decks are crazy cool. I love their funky elemental noises they make in the sub when theyre moving, I LOVE THEIR DUB VOICES, SO SO MUCH. theyre just so fantastic. everything a goddamn ordeal in area family. bonzi buddy polycule born from traumatized six year olds and their brainwaves.. I love that I spent the entire series wondering what was gonna be the spark that sends Ai over the edge into becoming the s3 villain and the answer literally is "his whole family died and he's going mad with loneliness and grief" YEAH SURE I'LL BE FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT IT!!! WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK. THESE GUYS GONNA HAVE ME SLAMMING MY HEAD INTO THE WALL FOR MONTHS. WHEN I DESIGN SOLTIS FORMS FOR THE OTHER FIVE IT'S OVER FOR YOU GUYS

but of course even among the six of em i WILL play favorites. I have a feeling Flame and Lightning and Ai too maybe will have a delayed effect on me and will have me going insane over the summer but for now let the record show my absolute tippy top fav is MY STUPID FREAKLET ONE-EYED EAR OF CORN.

WINDY HAD ME BY THE THROAT FROM HIS DEBUT EPISODE. HE'S PLAYING DANA BINGO TO FUCKING WIN. what do you mean he talks with the insane winding cadence of a donald trump speech at 1.75x speed in the dub and nobody has noticed this before. what do you mean he got his original personality mangled and reprogrammed into a violent dangerous little freak. what do you MEAN he almost DIES and loses an eye from a computer virus. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE COMMITTED A VEHICULAR MURDER. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE COMES BACK AS A HORRIFYING GOO MONSTER JUST TO TRY AND KILL SOMEONE ONLY TO DIE HORRIBLY ONCE AND FOR ALL AND ALL OF THAT WAS LIKE THREE MINUTES IN THE MIDDLE OF AN UNRELATED EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS INSANE. AND FOR MEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE YOU WINDYYYY 🌽🌽🌽🌽🌪️🌪️🌪️🌪️

ANYWAY. ANYWAY. ASIDE FROM THE MICROSOFT CLIPPY GANG vrains cast is so fuckin solid, man, it's hard for me to pick top favs from the non-goober cast. It's mega basic but I love Soulburner, I'm a sucker for fire-motif characters, he's just a sweet kid and his dynamic with Flame makes me cry my eyes out. AND I LOVE YUSAKU TOO one of my biggest fears going into vrains was that i wasnt gonna click with him as a yutag, since he isn't as Big Personalityed as guys like Jaden or Yuya, and I also was on the fence about him based on his dinks lines, but actually seeing him in show? god hes so fucking COOL. HE WAS SO BRAVE AND SO LOYAL AND SO AUTISTIC AND SO WONDERFULLY WRITTEN. you couldnt ask for a better protag with this show!!!! Or a better rival, ryokenvarisrevolverGUN does kick ass on like every level.

I also love the amount of VRAINS characters who are either A.) Just Some Guy, B.) Some Grownass Adult With a Job, or C.) Both. it's fucking awesome. Kolter and Akira and Emma are some of the realest ones alive. Shiima is so FUNNYYYYYY. and well nobody else likes him but I think Blood Shepherd is fucking hysterical and his aura is off the charts. Grownass 30something cowboy AND he's got crazy sibling drama. Don't worry Kenneth I'LL like you (also that's my dad's name, another little insane thing in the 'vrains came to me when i needed it most' jar)

ough im not even gonna bother ranking my top 5 characters in this show yet. i need to mull on it more. I WILL say special shout out to Bohman and Harlin/Hal because theyre going to make me fucking insane if I think about them anymore. AND THEY WERE EVEN YUGIOH SIBLINGS. GOOD GOD.

Favorite Season/Arc:.MOOOOMMMMMMM IT HAPPENED AGAIN.

like. it's so funny to me that the shit that happened with 5ds when i watched it (enjoyed the first season, but the second half/season made me absolutely frothing rabid dog crazy) happened AGAIN with vrains. I DONT KNOW WHY. I CANT EVEN FIGURE OUT WHAT IT IS THAT MADE SEASON 1 NOT CLICK AS MUCH FOR ME!!! i liked it a lot, it's absolutely some of the best yugioh, it has one of my all time fav duels in it!!! but then. well. season 2 rolls up and just starts kicking my ass right out the gate. AND THEN SEASON 3 ALSO STARTS KICKING MY ASS. AND THEN IM DEAD ON THE FLOOR.

seriously props to this beleaguered production team, they really make those last 17 episodes BITE. .the grief IS endless and you WILL feel it. I wish the season could have been longer to really explore some of the intricacies floating around in there more, maybe do some more stuff with the other higherups at Soltec/those fucking shareholders, but man they really make the most of the hand theyve been dealt.

but yeah Season 2 is my favorite im so fucking sorry i promise im not setting out to latch onto the least enjoyed parts of a yugioh every time they just keep cramming all the danabait back here. every introduced character this season I'm hooting and hollering over. Theyre getting thick in the weeds of what it means to be alive and it rules. Windy blast. Lightning is building Jesus Christ in Garry's Mod and well I simply can't be normal about it. That stretch from ep 68 to ep 80 or so is like the most insaneo dana psyche blast in a yugioh since the Ark Cradle. The Yellow Dog Run. They Killed Earth and Crafted His Corpse Onto Gore's Brain. OH WELL OK!!!! Also the season finale made me cry so goddamn hard. bobcat (grief themes) got you.

Favorite Duel: This is actually a hard question; I always like thinking about my favorite dues in a ygo beyond just my first favorite, but with VRAINS' it starts to get tough to single out individual duels I like beyond. Two In Particular.

First up, i fucking LOVE the Playmaker vs. Akira duel in season 1. This is, gun to my head, absolutely my favorite vrains duel. The setting's cool, the monsters are cool (Tindangles one of the sickest archetypes I've ever SEEN), you get clobbered by the Lost Incident lore and Yusaku gets MAD mad and it goes hard as hell. AND THAT SHIT YUSAKU DOES. WHERE HE SPECIFICALLY LETS THE DUEL PLAY OUT LONGER THAN HE NEEDED TO JUST TO KEEP THE MONSTERS REPRESENTATIVE OF AKIRA AND SKYE'S BOND OUT OF THE GY. MAKES ME CRAZYYYYYYY thats one of the most moving things ive ever seen in a yugioh duel!!!! i dont ever wanna hear people say yusaku doesnt care about people EVER AGAIN!!!

And secondly, to absolutely nobody's surprise, the Revolver vs. Windy duel makes me start spinning around and barking and doing flips and shit. It's got EVERYTHING. Windy being a little freaklet, his crazy ass airships, Revolver rolling up in his kickass s2 fit and busting out a GODDAMN SYNCHRO SUMMON!!!! WINDY ALMOST DYING IN ONE OF THE MOST HORRIFIC CIRCUMSTANCES IVE SEEN IN A YUGIOH. WINDY AND LIGHTNING'S WEIRD GAY THING THATS MAYBE BURNING A HOLE IN MY BRAIN A LITTLE. THEY MADE THIS ONE IN A LAB TO BLOW UP MY BRAIN. it's also just a really fun duel, I love that they keep passing Magic Cylinder back and forth like a blunt. Borreload Savage Dragon also shreds harder than hell we all know but I'll say it again.

Beyond those, it's like... I genuinely really enjoy most All of the other duels in the show (except like. some of the filler duels and the times poor Skye loses -___- MOST OF THE TIME FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. her duel with bohman can stay because it does crack my skull in a little but it's on THIN FUCKING ICE!!!!) They're just really fun to watch, stuff like the Speed Duels adds an engaging new dimension to how duels unfold and tons of decks in VRAINS are just Fuckin' Cool. Runner-up duels I would maybe slot into my favorites tier include the absolutely agonizing (/pos) Kolter vs Playmaker duel, Revolver vs. Soulburner (DUEL THAT MADE ME CRY BIG AND A LOT) and uhhhh Soulburner vs Bohman........ . .. .... it's not a Good duel like. like At All. but Random Windy Event in the middle of it was so catastrophic to my ecosystem it earns my favor ❤

Other Miscellaneous VRAINS Gushing and Howling: UGH. GOD. IT'S JUST REALLY GOOD. IT'S REALLY GOOD AND IT MADE ME CRY SO MUCH MORE THAN I EVER EXPECTED IT TO. I'd always been a bit wary that VRAINS wasnt gonna do much for me in the grand scheme of yugiohs--i cant even say why??!? maybe just me being stubborn??!??! EITHER WAY. ANYWAY. it took a minute for it to really catch me in its claws but it GRABBED ME. AND DID NOT LET GO. after arc-v it is fucking crazy to see a yugioh that actually Delivers and Earns its themes and messages. EVERY TIME THE YUGIOH IS ABOUT THE BONDS WE HAVE WITH EACH OTHER I FEEL IT IN MY CHEST. BUT THIS TIME ESPECIALLY. TRULY ALL WE HAVE IS OUR LOVED ONES. EVEN WHEN THEYRE GONE, THEYRE NEVER GONE FOREVER

^i liked both the dub and sub of the last episode in equal measure but i WILL say the sub one made me cry more. the montage of all the families and friendships in this damn show got me good

I definitely think I watched the last season of VRAINS a Particularly insane way (dub first, then immediately followed by 1.8x-2x speed sub version) but honestly it was the perfect way for me to experience it and i'm not kidding--VRAINS' dub AND sub compliment each other, both bring their own little details to the table that for s3 just help paint this even more nuanced, complex picture of the Absolutely Endless Abyss of Grief and Sadness Happening in There. Should you watch yugioh this way? PROBABLY NOT. BUT ALSO IF YOU CRAZY LIKE ME GO FOR IT IT MAY DO SOMETHING TO YOU !

ouughgh also ALSO!!!! i LOVE just how true it is that duel links VRAINS world really does pick up where the show leaves off, and i cant WAIT to go back and reread vrains world events now that I know the characters and the story better. IT'S SO CRAZY COOL THAT DUEL LINKS INHERENTLY CARRIES THE TORCH OF VRAINS THEMES OF MEMORIES, HOW THEY LITERALLY CAN MAKE THE DEAD LIVE AGAIN. GUGHGH IT MAKES MY DUEL LINKS LORE SCHOLAR ASS GO BANANASSSSS

also when they put windy and lightning in dinks im gonna be SO annoying thats a threat and a promise<33

just. AUGH. MAN. VRAINS!!!! im so so glad i watched this when i did, maybe i'm booboo the fool finding genuine comfort and solace in the funny card game children's cartoon but between this and the yuri duel links event yugioh has really been helping hold my psyche together in the wake of losing my dad. vrains is POTENT and I fucking love it. Those showrunners were apparently going through all the levels of Dante's hell trying to bring this show to life and for all their struggles the end result pops off pretty fuckin hard. I'm so excited for it to sink further into my bloodstream in the coming months. The grief may be endless but so is the love. I cannot fucking believe they had to put the Funny Roomba Robot down like a sick dog and well we just all have to be cool with it. sniff. it's fine.

I love your Yugioh VRAINS..... I love Yusaku and Kolter's friendship, I love the goofy dub sandwich vs. taco hotdog running gag, it feels just SO 'stupid unfunny bit two friends would take to the grave' and it's perfect. I love Ryoken's absolutely hilarious character trait that he keeps running fucking boomer traps that havent been relevant since 2006. I love his deck full of the fucking ugliest dragons I've ever seen in my life. slash POS. I love the Gore, everything about him, what if the Rock played a fuckign trading card game--it's fucked up what happened to him in s2 but i DO admit 'they stitched a dead Ignis into his brain chip' Makes Me a Little Sick in the Head, SO. YOU WIN THIS ROUND YUGIOH. I LOVE GOUKIS. I LOVE DINOWRESTLERS. I LOVE STORMRIDERS. I love love LOVE how absolutely raw as hell extra deck summons go in this series, ESPECIALLY the legacy mechanics--Synchro and Xyz summons in this hype me the FUCK up!!! I love how ridiculously cartoonishly evil Soltec is, I wish we got to see them more as an antagonistic force. At least got Queen tho. RIP Magnum Cuntquake i wont forget you.

I love Ai and Yusaku's dynamic, I love that Ai just Says Shit and yusaku doesnt say a goddamn thing. Ai might be my favorite 'yutag duel partner' character, thinking about it.... what can i say i love a character who's nonstop annoying AND sad :,) I love all the different flavors of Yugioh Siblings we get in this one, with halfsiblings and stepsiblings and 'regular' siblings and more--I like them all!!! I love that technically like half the action in this show takes place inside a hot dog food truck. I love the data storms, fuck it, ride the cyberspace tornado and pull a duel monster out of it NOW!!!! I love Ryoken's stupid yacht that becomes a key location in season 2. I love the Harlin vs Blue Maiden duel episode for just completely smashing my kneecaps in with this fucked up and miserable AI 'family.' I love Flame's insistence on sharing the meaning of his name literally every possible opportunity he can get. I love all the different ways characters announce that they're creating their circuit when link summoning. I love the back half of the Yusaku vs. Bohman duel, when Flame tells Ai the Ignis will live on in his heart and Darkfluid gets summoned and me well I'm just a puddle of tears on the floor.

ok I'm officially outta steam I can barely read my screen <-- *doesnt have her contacts in* thank you for everything VRAINS you are in fact peak. ask your parent's permission before going online and meeting a little elemental booger made from your trauma. peace on earth my final message GOODBYE.

I LOVE YUGIOH!!!!!!!!!!!

#ygo posting #WE'RE SO BACK. IT'S POST-SERIES DANA RAMBLE TIME BABEYYYYYY #posting this and immediately going to bed. it ended up shorter than my arc-v one but still like. 3.8k words long #i had a lot to say...... i really enjoyed this one moreso than i ever thought possible ;_; waahhh #anyway GOODLUCK AND GODSPEED IN THERE. GOODNIGHT I LOVE YUGIOH #dana's ygo spinoff roundup retrospective

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myokk · 7 months ago

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Hi! I'm still feral for these two, would you mind giving us some art of them in their later years together!?

Hello angel!!!!

Sorry it’s taken so long to respond🫶🫶 but I wanted to draw some new art for this ask💓

We have: Sebastian and Eloise trying out their new fancy camera with a selfie, pictures of them with their daughter, and finally…idk I just always felt like this drawing is when they’re a bit older💓

I want to take this ask as an opportunity as well to talk a little about how I imagine their future (I have no chill & you can ignore this and just enjoy the art if you want😇).

I am a COMPLETE pantser - I never know how a chapter’s going to end when I start writing it (I always just have a few scenes I know I need to include to keep the plot moving forward). Although I have different *big* scenes I’m always writing towards, and themes/plot elements I’m always foreshadowing (shout out to @elliecutte for catching *almost* all of my hints and appreciating my general no chill😆), IM STILL NOT 100% SURE HOW I WILL END THINGS !!! 😳 I have a lot of endings I see as possible, and I think soon it will become more clear to me what will work the best💓

HAPPY ENDING:

Eloise and Sebastian become Unspeakables. I have a LOT of thoughts on this profession that could be its OWN post, and I feel like Unspeakables are generally specialized in one or two departments, but as their interests/research change they also change.

Eloise becomes an Unspeakable in the Mind and Death departments, with the occasional foray into Time. Her ancient magic is connected with all of these things (my version of AM is NOT like the game) & the Department of Mysteries is one of the only places that gives her any useful information about these things. Plus she thinks too much (it IS her hobby after all😆💓) and is very introverted so a hermit job like this is a perfect fit.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable as well, but I feel like it takes him a long time to specialize in anything, if he ever does. I just feel like becoming an Unspeakable is the adult equivalent of sneaking into the Restricted Section🥹🫶

They grow old together (I won’t explain TOO much) & have a lovely little family🥹 at least one daughter that they both dote on. Sebastian had an amazing childhood (idyllic until it wasn’t), and wants to give his daughter the same, and Eloise works hard to make sure their daughter feels the love that she never had growing up🥺

When Sirius is burned off the family tree, Eloise and Sebastian take him in🥹🫶 (they’re like 100 years old but WIZARDS LIVE LONGER…) The same happened to her all those years ago, and she wants him to know that his whole family hasn’t abandoned him.

Eloise LOVED her nieces - Bellatrix, Andromeda, and Narcissa - when they were younger, but as Voldemort becomes more powerful & people realize WHAT he’s doing, she has to separate herself from them. Her heart breaks seeing Bellatrix go mad, and seeing Narcissa engaged to a Malfoy out of obligation😔 (iykyk)

I haven’t thought any more about happy ending but I think it’s fun to think about how their future story might weave in with the actual canon events, ESPECIALLY since Eloise is a Black🥹💓

SAD ENDING:

After Sebastian gets his hands on Slytherin’s relic, it really starts to consume him and makes him even MORE obsessive than his natural tendencies - I imagine it similarly “talking” to him like Slytherin’s locket/horcrux did in Deathly Hallows (😳)

Eloise is deathly afraid of the changes she’s seeing in Sebastian and steals it from him (he would never willingly give it to her ESPECIALLY if it starts to feel like a precious item to him)

BUT the relic triggers the latent Black Family Madness in her - the madness that afflicts almost every woman in her family since…🤭 - and she herself starts to lose touch with reality. Her body and soul are already destroying themselves between the curse and the ancient magic inside of her, and the relic is what triggers it in her.

Sebastian becomes an Unspeakable, focusing on the Mind, in a desperate attempt to find a cure for his Eloise🥺

He never gives up his research, and sometimes when he comes home she is lucid and they talk about his research - otherwise, he just loves and takes care of her.

(He’s never successful in finding a way to reverse what he feels he caused in the first place - his ambition and single-mindedness is, to him, the reason why all of this happened)

Honestly who knows if I end their story either of these ways😌 I just love thinking of AUs and different endings and I have a few others I’ve considered as well!!! And whatever endings I don’t write will be immortalized on this blog and in my art as well🙏

#thank you for the ask!!!!#I have no chill when I answer these things which is why it takes me so long to answer them🥲#ngl I think the sad ending is quite romantic #but maybe I’m too chicken to follow through/what I have planned could change a lot & it won’t make sense anymore #and like I’m not COMPLETELY evil I like seeing them happy too🥺🥺#and I also really love the Black family & all of the canon characters…OFC I had to insert Eloise in that family somehow #and her mother was the PERFECT age !!!!!!!!!!! (according to the family tree)#I ALSO have a lot of thoughts on the Gaunts and actually how Ominis’s blindness prevents him from going insane like the rest of them #seem to have done by the time Tom Riddle’s around #(something something blind people can’t hallucinate so they can’t get psychosis)#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hphl #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy oc #eloise babbit #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanart #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy fanfic #also Sebastian’s childhood is just based on mine #I grew up in a TINY village and spent all day running outside and having adventures like crazy or readinf like crazy no in-between😆💓#ask

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mischiefmaker615 · 24 days ago

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Like You Mean It (Loki Love Story) Ch.4

Summary: You accidently teleport into a book- not knowing it's smut and come face to face with Loki who is very much convinced on keeping you from returning home

Rated: R *dark warning*(DARK ELEMENTS!)

Theme Song/Inspiration: "Like You Mean It" by Steven Rodriguez

You stumbled into the room by the force of Loki’s shove, considering you did not dare take a step of your own into the room. Spinning around, you clutch Loki’s cape tighter around you while his hands returned behind his back, clasping them together while the guards shut the doors behind him.

‘’perhaps I shall help you regain your memory, since it just so happens you have forgotten much today.’’ His voice was less than amused, his face having fallen into mild irritation yet shouted every tempo of control that made you take a step back.

‘’you have been gifted to me, as mine and mine alone. Deemed to be obedient and compliant as I so choose to use you. You have been here approaching a week now and for whatever reason you have found, began your attempts to deny me today by leaving your room, speaking out of turn, delayed my counsel meeting because of your Ivy stunt and have dared threaten a royal.’’

Your eyes widened as you watched him, heart pounding faster with each accusation while you felt your legs begin to shake. ‘’t-threatened a r-royal?” you stuttered out.

Loki smirked and gave a nod towards the bathroom without even breaking eye contact. ‘’do not think I did not know your intent with the hairbrush if I were to show myself.’’

Your stomach clenched. He had been there the whole time- you took another step back as soon as he began to move forward, the both of you slowly moving across the room while you bumped into furniture as you stumbled back. ‘’l-look.. I think you have the wrong chick- it’s not like me to want to be in t-this position as your-‘’ gods you couldn’t even say it. Slave? Whore? Property- ‘’-do you know who my father is?” you blurted out, trying to find any way to stop him while your back finally met the wall.

Loki gave a chuckle while he seemed in no hurry to approach you. ‘’you are of royal blood?” he questioned with amusement, eyes dragging over your body in mild question while you felt your thighs clench together.

‘’but of course.. I was just.. a.. captured- when our city got taken..’’ you stuttered, clearly talking out of your ass while you puffed out your chest and tried to look as calm as ever. ‘’if my family are to find my whereabouts- Asgard will surely be facing a war..’’

Loki smirked; his eyes dark and showed no true emotion while you practically threaten him. a hand reached out slowly, causing you to flinch a little while he rested it flat against the wall, just above your shoulder. His other hand stayed behind his back and you knew if you were to but move an inch, it would surely come to his aid. ‘’and what is the name of your precious city, darling?”

Your eyes stayed on his, having to tilt your chin up to look at him while his body seemed to loom over yours. Your mind raced, hoping it wasn’t clear on your face that you were lying- even though he most likely knew you were considering he was the god of them, but your mouth seemed to continue having a mind of its own today where it blurted out ‘’Transylvania- Bran Castle.. it be quite embarrassing if you’ve never heard of it..’’ your voice lowered, feeling yourself sweat a little while your mind had come up with frickin Dracula’s residence. You were dead for sure..

‘’Transylvania?” Loki scoffed, his accent almost reminding you how Dracula himself would say it while you nodded quickly.

‘’Transylvania..’’

Loki raised a brow while he looked you over, standing a bit more to his full height while his free hand rose to place a single finger under your chin, raising your head while your eyes widened. His face was scary calm, looking you over as if you were something to be studied, and his smirk absolutely terrified you while he chuckled. ‘’it would seem I have been in the presence of a princess this entire time, making it all the more satisfying to have pleased you in our various moments of pleasure.’’

You gulped while your cheeks reddened at the sight he had painted.

‘’however, if you are a royal, you must know the protocol when a city, county or realm has been conquered.’’ He said with a smirk before his brows raised, looking like he were schooling you while his thumb moved to begin stroking your bottom lip. ‘’what has been taken, must be kept until taken again. If you wish for freedom, your father must come to overpower Asgard. Thus, leaving you as our prisoner until that day may come.’’

So much for the lie if it didn’t even get you out of here. You didn’t dare open your mouth, your brain told you he might move his thumb in if you dared while you shook where you stood. He seemed to know this and chuckled, moving his hand up to stoke your cheek like you were a pet.

‘’I am pleased you remembered from last time, perhaps you are slowly regaining your memory. I would hope you have not forgotten your own name at least?” he teased, causing you to give him a dead-pan look before your brows furrowed.

‘’despite what I.. am.. earlier wha- why have you been so nice to me?” you asked in a voice barely a whisperer while he looked down at you with that familiar, loving smile he had when you two had ‘met’ today. It had been to good to be true.. how he seemed to be his familiar, teasing, caring self.. this Loki seemed to just be.. bipolar?

‘’I am no monster my darling, I will not leave you to suffer if you are but injured. I take care of my things..’’ his voice got dangerously low while his finger seemed to begin tracing your jaw, trailing down to glide against your collar bone. ‘’I value your thoughts as well, you amuse me. Which is why you are able to speak freely here appropriately.’’ His smirk vanished while his eyes followed his hand, hooking it at his cape in threat to remove it while your hands tightened.

‘’talking to the healers, was speaking out of turn. You were to remain silent to others and converse only to me.’’ His finger began to pull at the fabric hooked right above your cleavage line while his eyes flicked up to look at you. ‘’unless that is another thing you have forgotten.’’ Rhetorical.

You took a deep breath and kept holding the cape tight against him, feeling small while you gazed down at you and another wave of nervousness came over you that had your stomach clench as tight as your thighs together. ‘’a lot of memory issues today.. yes- perhaps I just need rest..’’ you quietly suggested, mainly to get you out of this close proximity but it only seemed to doom you further where he smirked and straightened up fully.

‘’perhaps you are right darling, tomorrow I should prepare you better for more intensities. Tonight, I shall let you off easy,’’ his eyes then darkened and sharply pierced yours. ‘’forget again, and the punishment shall be far more sever than tonight.’’

‘’t-tonight?’’ you stuttered while your body tensed.

Suddenly in one swift motion, Loki pulled his single finger forward and easily ripped the cape from your hands, it falling down to the grown less than graceful around your feet. Your fingers scrambled to clutch onto the towel that stayed around your form and heard Loki chuckle while he looked you over.

‘’shall I assist you with that or do you find yourself capable of ridding it yourself?” he asked as calmly as ever.

‘’ridding it?” you squeaked out.

‘’come now darling, you were not this shy yesterday, nor the previous days when you had found yourself here.’’ He tsked. Of gods.. were you a whore before coming into this book? “Now drop the towel and lay down on the bed on your back.’’ He instructed.

Your eyes widened and found yourself trying to step back if your back hadn’t already been pressing against the wall. ‘’lay down and- what are you going to do?”

Loki’s brow twitched while he side stepped to allow you to get started, but you didn’t move. ‘’need I explain myself with everything? Are you trying to use your blood and previous privileges against me princess?” he mocked and your eyes widened even more while you glanced at the bed.

With shaky steps, you decided to at least walk over to the bed before he would even think about using force. He spoke of punishment and you wondered if it would follow with lashes, or perhaps he’d wish you to beg for mercy and this was all but a tease for his amusement. Convinced of the last option, you furrowed your brows and turned around, drawing a breath to begin to ask before his hand came to your chest and shoved you with his arm shooting out straight. You yelped and fell onto your back on the mattress, a hand clutching the towel while you propped yourself up quickly on your elbow.

‘’what are you-‘’

‘’you exhaust my patience, and I do not take your games as amusing. You are to be obedient and faster the next time I am to give you an order.’’ Loki said sharply while he moved himself in front of you while your legs dangled off the mattress.

Your hand clutched the sheets beneath you, going to move yourself up and away from him until the sight had you pausing in awe and disbelief. Loki was sinking down to his knees on the ground, just in front of you before his cold, slender hands resting on each of your bare legs. Before you fully registered on what was happening, he spread them apart and leaned forward so his body could block them from shutting again.

Your cheeks heated up red with panic nervousness and disbelief to where you thought you might faint while your hand reached down to pull the towel down a little, leaning forward. ‘’what are you-‘’

‘’do remember like I’ve said before darling, what you gain from this is your own benefit, but I merely do this because I am a selfish man and preform for my own pleasure.’’ He told you gently, his voice a bit husky while your eyes widened and rose to look into his.

They were dark, lust drunk with half lids and eager hands running up your thighs to push the towel higher. ‘’w-wait.. please-‘’ you begged, your heart pounding while he revealed your sex and his face fell to desperation and hunger.

‘’I always did love it when you begged..’’ he whispered before his head dipped down.

Fun Fact: the original idea for Y/N to be able to phase in and out of books was for her to say "hopscotch" from Corpse Bride LOL the more i woke, the more in overthought and cringed at it so i figured "finishing the written storyline" was a lot less.. copyrighted way XD

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thanksbutno98 · 2 years ago

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Mending Bridges

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: Angst has rolled in and helped me finish the piece. Thought I’d keep it as real and personal as possible. I tried to make this as long as possible because I felt guilty taking a week off. This covers about three or four seperate requests I’ve gotten for angst so I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Captain John Price is severely injured while deployed. Once at home in the care of his wife, family seems to always be his biggest stressor.

Warning: body shaming, sexual themes, toxic in-laws, slut shaming, mentions of child birth, mentions of hysterectomy, new born, low self esteem, injuries, blood, violence, not edited.

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The house was dark as Jj and Evelyn walked through the threshold of the front door. Floorboards creaked under their weight as they took in the dreary state of their home. The lamp in the living room that was always on was not sitting in its normal spot. In fact something felt off about the house. The living room couch was pushed a foot forward and things in the foyer had been moved around haphazardly. Normally their home smelled like your sweet candles and you had music lightly playing but tonight the house was devoid of smell and sound. It felt as if their home had been abandoned. Seeing things change so drastically in less than a day was alarming to both children.

Late last night you had woken Jj and Evelyn up from bed in a rush. Telling them Uncle Harrison and Auntie Amy were there to pick them up to have a sleep over. Both Jj and Evelyn were confused because they knew their aunt and uncle lived in separate flats. Evelyn cried as you helped pack her overnight bag and Jj was was shaking with anxiety even if he pretend he was okay. To be woken up and ushered to their aunts apartment was strange and scary. Jj barley slept being kept awake by his Uncles loud snoring on the couch adjacent from where the young boy laid.

Now walking into the place they called home and it feeling off made them feel even worse. Standing by the front door they both felt like strangers in their own home. That’s when they saw you quickly yet quietly shuffle down the stairs. You looked tired and your eyes were swollen. Evelyn immediately thought you were sick and Jj became queasy.

“Thank you, Harrison. I need you two to sit on the couch.” You motioned for your children to go sit on the large L shaped couch.

“You need me to stay?” Harrison asked. He could see you had been crying and knew the stress you were under must be suffocating.

“No, you’ve done more than enough.” You smiled weakly.

“Sarah still here?” Harrison asked wondering if his youngest sibling was still here supporting you.

“Yeah, she’s upstairs with John. It’s nice to have a nurse in the family.” You mumbled.

“If you need anything, call. You don’t have to do this all alone.” Without warning Harrison brought you into a vice grip of a hug. You knew he was trying to be strong for your sake and you were grateful for that. You were hanging on by a thread and the whole Price family knew it.

“Mummy, I’m sacred.” Evelyns voice was shaky as you gave Harrison a hug goodbye.

“It’s okay, let’s sit on the couch and have a chat.” With no hesitation you hoisted your daughter into your arms and she wrapped herself around you. Jj was already sitting on the couch patiently. Harrison said a final goodbye before the front door clicked shut behind him.

Placing Evelyn down next to Jj on the sofa you sat on the coffee table in front of them. They were staring at you the fear and uncertainty evident in their young faces. Jj looked so much like John it hurt and Evelyns shade of blue eyes was the same as John’s making you feel like he was somehow sitting in front of you. With a shaky breath you told you children the truth.

“Your father had an accident at work and he’s hurt really bad. It’s going to be different for awhile while he gets better.” The words tasted putrid as if you sunk your teeth into rotting fruit. You wanted to throw up, scream and cry seeing the stunned looks on your children’s faces. Evelyn was speechless for the first time in her life, not fully understanding what you were saying.

“We need to let him rest. That means we can’t cuddle or hug him until he’s healthy.” You knew it was going to be hard for your children to abstain from touching John. You two joked he was their own personal jungle gym with how they loved to jumped and climbed all over him. Piggyback rides and rough housing would have to be a thing of the past.

“Where is he?” Evelyn was quick to ask.

“He’s upstairs in bed. Auntie Sarah and Uncle Grayson helped me get him settled while you had your sleep over. Did you two have fun?” You tried to check in to see how things had gone. Only now realizing you had forgotten to ask Harrison how things went because you were so caught up in your worries for John’s health.

“Can I say hi?” Evelyn asked ignoring your question. She was sitting on the edge of her seat hiccuping back tears.

“No, I’m sorry Evie. Your father needs to rest. We can say hi in the morning if he’s up for it.” You hated telling her no in this moment. Knowing exactly how she was feeling, filled with anxiety and just wanting the comfort John so easily provided.

“Are you not sleeping with him?” Jj’s question was quiet as he stared at you unblinking. He seemed angry like he was holding back the storm that was brewing within himself.

“I’m going to be sleeping on the floor right next to him. I have an air mattress. He will need help getting up to go to the bathroom and won’t be walking by himself for awhile.” These details were important for you to share so hopefully your children listened about letting John heal.

“What happened?” Jj asked. This was the part you were dreading the most. Telling your children the extent of John’s injuries and the reason why he was hurt.

“Your father was trying to keep some people safe and got hurt in the process. I need you both to look at me when I say this. He is going to be okay.” You paused taking a breath before you spoke again.

“But he took a hard fall. His leg is broken and he’s all bruised and cut up. It might be scary and upsetting when you see him in the morning.” Mustering up all your strength you held back your emotion.

“Did he get shot?” Jj asked straight faced.

“Jj, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to go into de-“

“Did he get shot!” Jj was standing as he shouted the words at you. Tears rolling down his face and fists clenched. You could only stare back at him the words caught in your throat, fighting back your own tears.

Jj started crying harder, loud and pained sobs tearing their way out of his little chest. His fists moving to clutch his t-shirt as if his chest was hurting and it was. It felt suffocating for the little boy to come to the realization his dad wasn’t invincible. Jj couldn’t cope he could hardly think as he broke down. You had never seen him like this, crying so hard he turned and threw up on the floor. With gentle hand you took Jj by his hand and guided him forward. Jj collapsed in your arms crying hysterically both of you ignoring the mess on the floor. The little boy let out broken sobs and choked out gasps as he fought for air.

“Mummy.” Jj sobbed into your shoulder as his hands griped your shirt, accidentally pinching your skin. He continued to cry out for you as if begging you to take this feeling away. To make it stop hurting and it broke your heart.

Evelyn was having trouble understanding why Jj was so upset. She knew her dad would be okay, you said he would. The concept of John being hurt wasn’t registering for her but seeing her brother so upset scared her. Evelyn moved to join you two and the three of you huddled together and you let your children cry until they had no tears left. After awhile you ended up carrying both children one by one up to their beds. You realized this might be the last time you ever picked up your little boy. Evelyn asked to sleep in Jj’s room and he was okay with it. Helping you pull out the trundle bed and get Evelyn set up with her blanket and stuffed animals. You stayed with them until they had fallen asleep and quietly made your way out of the room.

Light crying started to come from your new addition to the families room. Quickly you shuffled in and picked up your four month old. Bouncing her lightly she settled down and was fast asleep in no time. You thanked your lucky stars she was such an easy and happy baby. You laid her back in her crib and sat down in the rocking chair. You quietly cried for only a moment and then shook all the sadness away. You didn’t have time to feel all these horrible feelings you needed to go check on John and clean the mess on the living room floor.

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“Pass me a blue marker.” Evelyn stuck her hand out waiting for Jj to do as she said.

“You should say please.” Jj mumbled. Tongue peaking out as he scribbled away on his piece of construction paper.

“Pass me a blue marker, now.” Evelyn giggled out causing Jj to snicker at her normal antics.

The two Price children were laying on Evelyns bedroom floor with her art supplies strewn all around them. They had both decided when they woke up to make their father get well soon cards. They also wanted to take their stash of candy and put it in a shoe box and wrap it in the old Christmas wrapping paper they found in the basement.

They had tried to see John but you were quick to tell them he was sleeping and you would bring them in as soon as he had woken up. You had busied yourself with cleaning and making the family breakfast with a baby on your hip. By the time everyone was fed and Lily was down for a nap you prepared yourself for your children to see John. Reminding them that their father was in bad shape and it was okay to be upset when they saw him.

Evelyn and Jj stood shoulder to shoulder outside your bedroom door. Jj had his card and a poorly wrapped package while Evelyn held a flower she picked from your garden, card, and then something else she had hidden behind her back. You didn’t bother asking what it was, you had too much on your mind. It made your heart ache lessen seeing your children prepare gifts for John without you asking them to do so.

Slowly you peaked your head into the room to check John was ready, which he was. Opening the door you allowed your children to make their way into the room. You knew the sight of John would have both your children in tears or stunned silence. It was something they had never seen and you unfortunately had too many times.

Stepping into the room you watched the box Jj was holding fall to the ground with a thud and Evelyns hands drop by her sides no longer attempting to hide the nip of whiskey she stole from John’s desk. This was an earth shattering moment for your children. Something they would never forget and think about for years to come.

John was laying in bed shirtless pillows underneath his head and shoulders so he was propped up at a 45 degree angle. There were thick white bandages wrapped tightly around his rib cage. A bandage covering his left shoulder entirely that went down to his elbow, that was where he had gotten shot. The bullet had gone straight through which meant he did not need surgery, in fact he was lucky. You weren’t to sure how lucky he was when the doctor told you that. There were faded splotches of brown deep within the coverings. You would need to change them after your children were out of the room.

The grey sweatpants John wore were baggier than usual showing how much weight he had lost along with muscle tone. One pant leg was rolled up to his left knee and a white cast was fashioned over his shin and covered his foot, his toes still being visible. The bruises that littered his body were dark and set in. The edges just beginning to turn green as they started to heal.

John had a cotton patch covering his right eye leaving his vision impaired. He had hit his face as he fell out of the helicopter then landing badly broke his leg on impact. Gaz helped John hobble to safety where a firefight ensued and John was shot. Gaz told you he thought he was dead at first because John passed out from pain. They were lucky the med evac was able to get to them and Gaz kept his promise to you; keeping John safe.

“Gotten taller Jj. And look at you Evie, the haircut suits you.” John’s voice was strained as he turned his head towards his children. Unable to move his body without being in immense pain he gave both his children his most confident smile. It faltered from how much pain he was in but he was doing his best to hide it.

Evelyn tore out of the room sprinting down the stairs. The flower, card, and nip of whiskey clattering to the floor in her wake. You watched John’s grey eyes flash with sadness. Being so physically hurt and to now be dealing with the emotional stress was not what he needed. You told him it was too soon for the kids to see him. You had contemplated having your children stay with family until John was in better shape but he broke down at the mention of it. Telling you he needed his family there to remind himself why he does what he does.

“Daddy, can I sit on the bed with you?” Jj was trembling as he asked. Taking a moment to pick up the small shoe box wrapped in Christmas warping paper and all of Evelyns things. Jj hadn’t called you ‘mummy’ or John ‘daddy’ for over three years now. To hear him regressing had you turning in the doorway in attempt to gather yourself.

“‘Course you can.” John patted the bed lightly beaconing his son to come join him. John watched as you hid your face from Jj in an attempt for him to not see you cry. You had been hiding away to cry so John wouldn’t feel guilty but he begged you not to. It hurt more to see the way your shoulders shook as you held back sobs; trying to be strong for your children and him. John would give anything in the world to take away the pain his family was feeling. No amount of physical injuries compared to seeing his daughter run away at the sight of him or have his son calling him ‘daddy’ again.

“I’m going to go check on Evie.” You quickly excused yourself. Voice cracking and cheeks rosy.

“We made you this.” With shaky hands Jj placed everything on the bed as he slowly sat himself by his fathers side. Trying not to move the mattress and cause his father pain.

“Could you open the cards and read them to me?” John asked quietly. He wasn’t able to lift his arm high enough to read them himself and with one eye covered he wasn’t sure if attempting to read would give him another migraine. Jj nodded, lips fixed in a firm frown.

“D-dear daddy, I hope you feel better soon. Mummy put me in rock climbing classes and I can’t wait to show you how cool it is. Love, Evie. P.S. what does P.S. stand for? Anyway I want you to have all my candy.” Jj paused for a second, avoiding his fathers gaze.

It was obvious through her letter she did not expect her father to be bed ridden. The injuries far beyond what the seven year old thought imaginable.

“She drew a bunch of hearts and a picture of her rock climbing. That’s you watching her.” Jj held up the card so John could see the cute drawing his daughter had done for him. The drawing of him fashioned with his signature bucket hat and a cigar in his mouth, she even drew his muttonchops.

“She’s always been quite the artist. Let me hear yours.” John chuckled very lightly then immediately wincing and coughing violently. He couldn’t even laugh lightly without his shoulder and ribs hurting. Coughing had his whole body setting ablaze as pain racked through him. It took all of John not to start cursing and groaning in pain so his son wouldn’t worry anymore than he already was.

“Um, no it’s okay. You can read it when you’re better.” Jj tried to avoid reading his card out loud. A wave of insecurity crashing over him.

“Please J, it would make me feel better.” John watched as tears dropped onto the blue construction paper from Jj’s matching eyes, his sons head hung low. The front was crudely decorated with a drawing of a medal that said ‘#1 dad.’ Jj took a breath before he spoke. His his hands begging to shake as he opened the card.

“Dear dad, You have to get better soon because you’re my hero. Mum, Evie, and Lily really need you. Love, Jj.” The tears came fast as Jj began to crying into his palms; the card falling to the soft bedsheets.

“I’m sorry dad, I-I know I shouldn’t c-ry.” The words came out broken and strained as Jj cried uncontrollably. Hiccups straining from his sore throat.

John’s chest tightened and all the air left his lungs, he was at a loss for words. It felt like an elephant had just sat on his chest. Seeing his little boy like this and hearing his card broke something in John. How could he live up to being the hero his son saw him as? Writing how his sisters and you needed him but leaving himself out so John wouldn’t worry about him.

Jj attempted to take deep breaths to calm himself down. Then almost completely stopping his crying as he finally looked up at his fathers face.

For the first time in Jj’s life he watched as his dad cried. Silent tears rolling down Johns cheek and dripping off his hairy bruised jaw and onto the bandages. Maybe you were right and John could have waited to see his children. Instead of putting them through this and traumatizing them. The guilt that consumed John had his stomach turning and heart heavy.

“I’ll get better as fast as I can so I can take care of all of you.” With his good hand John slowly rubbed the tears away, sniffling as he did so. Jj watched in awe as his father seamlessly gathered himself and was back to his normal stoic self as if he hadn’t just shed a few tears.

“We, have candy for you.” Jj quickly grabbed the box and showed it to John. Doing anything in his power to make his dad feel better. It was easier for the boys to move to the next subject than to talk about their emotional display. John didn’t know but he had just taught his son it was okay to cry because even someone as strong and manly as John wasn’t embarrassed to do so.

“Open it up. I could go for a piece of taffy right about now.” John said attempting to be light hearted. Jj finally smiled lightly as he tore the wrapping paper off and searched the box of candy for taffy and a Milky Way for himself.

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“Evie, come down. I know you’re up there.” You were standing at the edge of the woods behind your family home. You had to walk around the chicken coop to get over there which was bit of a headache since you were in bare feet. John had built a tree house for Evelyn and Jj over the last summer while you were pregnant and it had become the little girls safe place. That being said it was always a troop to walk out here and get her.

The tree house was painted maroon with a deep green roof. There were three windows on each side with the front facing one having a little flower box. It was filled with actions figures and toy soldiers with their guns and weapons drawn. They were placed there to keep intruders out. Painted in white at the bottom of the tree house was ‘Grownups Beware!’ You and John chuckled that the kids had added that and decided to not encroach on their space. Leaving this the only area untouched by adults.

“No.” She said in a bratty tone. Evelyn could be a handful most times and was known for either being sweet as pie or grumpy. There was hardly an in between but when she was sad or upset she tended to act out. With a sigh you walked over to the tree that housed the sturdy structure. Peering up through the open hatch you tried to see if your daughter would come down.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just have to come up.” You warned, getting no response.

The only sound being the lively insects chirping and the birds singing deep in the woods. Looking around you admired the forest around you. The foliage was thick creating a canopy of shade and keeping the hot sun at bay. The forest floor was slightly damp, small flowers just beginning to pop up out of the earth. You turned to look back at your house in the distance and then over to the pond that was barley visible through the trees. Moving you started your climb up the wooden planks John had nailed into the tree to make a ladder.

Peaking your head through the square hatch you saw your ponytailed girl. She was huddled up against the wall right underneath the window. She had her stuffed octopus hugged tight to her chest.

The inside of the tree house was decorated with stickers and pictures Evelyn took on her Polaroid she got last Christmas. There were pillows and blankets neatly folded by Jj in the corner on top of the old worn chest. A table with art supplies and a lantern sat to Evelyns left, the chairs tipped over and laying on their sides. John had decked the place out even installing shutters so if it rained they could shut them and keep the rain out. The ceiling was covered in glow in the dark stars.

“How are you doing?” You asked sitting on the floor and letting your feet dangle through the opening.

“Daddy’s faking it right?” Evelyns bottom lip quivered already knowing the answer. Wipping her eyes with the back of her hands pretending like she wasn’t crying.

“No, he’s not, sweetheart.” You reach out for her and she crawled over curling up into your side. You hugged her close resting your chin atop her head.

“Did someone beat him up? I thought Ghosty would protect him or Suds and Gaz.” Her watery blue eyes looked up at your for answers. It was hard for you to see your daughter like this. Not quite old enough to understand what was going on like Jj was. You just prayed you weren’t fucking up as a mom.

“No one beat him up. He fell out of a helicopter.” You told her the truth hoping it wasn’t too much.

“Then he shouldn’t go in heli’s ever again.” The tears stopped and Evelyns mind was made up. You could see the flash of determination igniting in her eyes. She’d be damned if her father ever got into a helicopter again.

“You know, I agree with you. But we can’t stop him from doing his job.” You tried to reason rubbing her back hoping she wouldn’t give John too much trouble.

“I don’t like his job anymore.” She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I bet he’d be okay talking to you about it.” You let her know. It was something you and John had already discussed. John didn’t want you to have to answer for his choices and decision to be in the military. It was his duty as their father and your husband to be acountable for his profession and what I would do to your family.

“Really?” Evelyn perked up now intrigued this wasn’t an off limits conversation.

“I talk to him about it all the time when you two aren’t around. He knows how much it scares me but after we talk about it I end up feeling a lot better.” For first time in the past few days the truth didn’t taste acrid on your tongue. It was a relief to be able to share some positive things with your daughter.

“Do you think I can talk to him now?” Evelyn asked, grabbing her stuffed octopus and turning the the little tile on the wall to show she was the last one in there. There was a blue side for Jj and an orange one for her.

“Yes, I’ll give you a piggy back ride to the house.” Your words had Evelyn nodding and a smile finally spreading across her face.

“Could Jj feed the chickens today? I’ll take Molly for a walk instead.” She asked as she began to climb down the ladder.

“You’re going to have to ask Jj.” You laughed lightly. Knowing Evelyn only asked right now hoping you’d slip up and say ‘yes’ because you were preoccupied. She giggled at your words clearly noticing she hadn’t outsmarted you. Maybe one day.

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“But I don’t want to feed the chickens.”

“Evelyn, don’t argue with your mother.” John’s deep and commanding voice came from your bedroom.

Evelyn jumped slightly not expecting to be scolded by her father, who she thought was out of ear shot. You and her were standing in Lily’s room while you changed your five month olds diaper. John had become bored of television and books resorting to ease dropping for entertainment.

“Run along Evie, I have to feed Lily and get things ready for your Nan and Grandad to come over.” You nodded your head towards the door, following behind as you both went to do your chores. It had been four days since Jj and Evelyn first saw their dad in bad shape. Things seemed to have become okay in the house as everyone except John fell back into their normal routine.

“Nan better be nice to you.” Evelyn warned as she ran down the hall then to the stairs. The little girl threw her leg over the banister and slid down to the first floor.

“Evelyn! How many times do I have to say not to slide down the railing.” You half shouted.

“STOP GIVING YOUR MUM A HARD TIME!” John’s voiced boomed through the house making you jump slightly. A squeal of surprise echoed up the stairs. Evelyn hadn’t been yelled at by her father since he had gotten home and was not about to stick around for another scolding.

“John, settle down. You need to rest.” You sighed out completely exasperated at his strong reaction. You walked into the room to see him fidgeting with his overgrown beard.

“I’m bloody tired of resting. I need to get out of this damn room and have some fresh air.” John attempted to get up from his spot on the bed. Only to groan out in pain and sink back into the mattress. His good hand coming and cradling his shoulder where his worst injury was.

“I’ll open the windows.” You we’re glaring at your husband for trying to get up on his own.

“Fuck the windows help me downstairs.” It came off as an order which you weren’t to keen on. Stopping in front of John and raising your eyebrows at him as if to challenge him to continue being grumpy.

“Weren’t you just yelling at Evie to not give me a hard time? Take your own advice.” John sighed deeply at your words. You were right.

“Sorry. . . I’m going stir crazy and the idea of seeing my mother today is driving me mad. Im stressed she’s going to be rude about Lily.” The stress that washed over John was palpable. The pair of you were dreading Mary coming over. The two of you hadn’t seen her since Christmas but when she found out John had been injured she begged to come check on him. You were both weary but John did want to see his mother and hopefully bury the hatchet. And you understood a mothers love well enough that you were okay with Mary coming to check on her son.

“Well she’s the spitting image of you so there’s not much she can say.” You reasoned trying to quell John’s anxieties. Coming over and standing next to him so he could hold his little girls chubby hand.

“Never thought if Lily looked like me she’d end up pretty. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Right, peanut?” John gave the little girl a goofy face making her round cheeks turn up in a smile. A hearty and gruff laugh left your husbands parted lips. John’s children held the key to cheering him up and you adored that about him.

“You are a cutie aren’t you.” You cooed at your baby girl poking her chubby belly a chorus of giggles erupting from her.

“Let me hold her.” John was smiling widely as he reached his good arm out for his youngest daughter. Just like when she was born John wanted her to sleep on his chest. It was tradition at this point, all your children loved to nap on John but Lily especially did.

“No, John she’s going to pull at your bandages or hurt you and I need to breast feed.” You kissed John’s forehead, then walked away ignoring the frown he was giving you.

“Darling, how much longer are you going to treat me like an invalid.” John’s bad mood was back just as quickly as it had gone.

“Until you can get up and go to the bathroom without my help. You can’t even get out of bed or off the toilet without me. Think I’m going to trust you holding our baby?” You smiled sweetly. Making your way into the bathroom to grab a hand towel to use while you breast fed Lily.

“Bloody tyrant.” John grumbled to himself. He could hobble around just fine he just couldn’t get up on his feet without help in fear of tearing open his stitches.

John wasn’t actually frustrated with you he was annoyed at being incapable of spending quality time with his kids. The only good thing to happen in the past five days of being home was he could finally take the eye patch off after a home visit from his doctor. Well not the only good thing. Jj had been playing chess with John every day, you lost at scrabble last night, and Evelyn put on a play for him about helicopter safety. Which was mainly her making him promise to wear a seatbelt. So it wasn’t all bad.

“Sorry, didn’t quite hear you.” You whipped around and walked back into the room. John froze instantly regretting being curt with you.

“Sorry.” John apologized instantly.

Being on your bad side while he was bed ridden was not a smart move. You could easily ‘forget’ to bring him lunch or straight up ignore him. John would be screwed if you lost your kindness because he pissed you off. He should be thanking his lucky stars you were so sweet taking into account how grumpy he had been. Especially considering how kind you were the previous night giving him a show and settling your head between his thighs giving him some much needed stress relief and adult entertainment.

“That’s what I thought. And if I’m a tyrant I learned it from you.” You volleyed back. Ignoring how John rolled his eyes at you. No wonder the kids gave you such a hard time when their father could be such a smart ass.

“Mum! Grandad and Nan just pulled up!” Jj called from the front door. You had already pulled yourself free and gave your daughter what she had begun to fuss for.

Jj had just come in after taking Molly your tri-colored Border Collie for a walk. You and John had gotten her because when you originally moved in you wanted lambs and you needed a cattle dog for that. After becoming pregnant you two continued to put it off until Evelyn was two. Molly proved to be horrible at herding so you gave up on your dream of having lambs and settled for chickens.

Molly was the sweetest girl who loved to cuddle but was incredibly clumsy and a bit dumb. It made you and John laugh, her quirks only had you loving her more. She was truly Jj’s dog, sleeping in his room every night since he was four. They were the best of friends and she tended to follow him around where ever he went. Only leaving his side when there was food or a chipmunk to chase. She would wait on the front porch for Evelyn and Jj’s bus to drop them off and then she would sprint to him, greeting him after school. She also would book it to the pond if you weren’t paying attention which ended up in you having to hose her and Jj off because he’d have to pull her out of the water. John had trained Molly well enough that she listened to basic commands and could be off leash most times but she was unruly and unpredictable.

Jj was overly protective of Molly. Hating when his grandparents complained that she would beg for food or claiming she was too dumb to herd. You and John would rebut saying she was great at keeping the kids close by which she did. She was so sweet when Evelyn would try and run off. Standing by her and letting the little girl tug on her fur and guiding her back when she went too far.

Jj knew his dad grew up with a slew of dogs and that his grandad prided himself on them being amazingly trained. Molly just wanted to be loved and you all didn’t care about her quirks it was just more of a reason to love her. Jj was dreading seeing his grand parent for so many reasons. He knew his Nan would comment about Molly which he was use to but what scared him was her comments about Lily.

Jj stood up for Evelyn every chance he had. Since they went to the same school it had become normalcy for the Price children. Something changed for Jj when Lily was born. He was annoyed to have a new sibling but after seeing you in such horrible pain and scared out of your mind things changed.

When Jj held Lily for the first time in the hospital room he knew he’d love her forever. A picture of them being snapped as he told you he was so happy to have another little sister and wished John could be there. The knowledge that his Nan was not allowed to meet her making him even more protective over his baby sister. John saw how much his son took after him. The need to protect and provide in his sons genes just like his own. John hated to admit that Jj was turning out just like him and would most likely follow his path into the military.

“Look at you! So tall, little lad.” Paul, John’s father praised as he held the back door open for his wife Mary.

“Jj, you’re tall just like Johnny was at your age!” Mary pushed past her husband and quickly wrapped Jj up in a tight hug. Molly was quick to jump up on Paul and tried to do the same to Mary.

“Johnny needs to train her better. So she shouldn’t jump.” Paul pushed the dog off his wife. Reprimanding her and attempting a command she didn’t know.

“She’s fine.” Jj mumbled calling for Molly to follow him to the fridge so he could give her some cheese. Wiping the lipstick smudge off his cheek that his grandmother had left.

“Hey, you two. It’s been awhile.” Your sweet voice hung in the air like smog. Jj was stressed and the feeling quickly subsided as Molly weaved her way between his legs and sat down. Pushing him back a few inches begging him to give her attention.

“Y/N.” Mary said curtly looking past you as if you didn’t exist.

“You look healthy, love.” Paul ignored Mary’s rudeness and hugged you firmly, holding on for a second too long. You could tell he missed you and was stressed about seeing his son wounded and bed ridden.

“Wheres Evie?” Mary half forced herself between you and Paul. Tugging his arm so he would stop greeting you and being pleasant.

“Probably in the tree house.” You stated with a smile undeserving of Mary.

“You’re not going to have her say hello?” Mary was in normal form questioning your choices as a mother. You were happy John had somehow convinced you to leave Lily upstairs with him.

“Evie doesn’t want to say hello and that should be okay.” Jj’s voice cut through the conversation. He repeated the same words you had said to your husband the previous night while him and Jj played chess.

“Jj don’t be rude.” You quickly scolded.

“But sh-“

“Doesn’t matter. Apologize to your Nan. That’s not how we talk.” Even if Mary was a piece of work you still did not accept your son being rude to anyone. There was no need to be bratty in an attempt to defend you. You were a grown woman capable handling this on your own.

“No.” Jj wasn’t normally defiant but he was insanely upset at his grandmother and booked it out the back door going to join his sister in the tree house.

Jj had heard his grandmother call you a ‘slag’ multiple times but didn’t know what the word meant until recently. He had no room for forgiveness and he didn’t understand how you did. Especially because he overheard you tell John about the nasty texts and voicemails she left after Christmas. The word ‘bastard’ being used which seemed to upset his father the most. Jj didn’t know what the word meant, only that it was a bad one.

“I wish I could say I ‘don’t know whats gotten into him.’ But I think we all get it. They’re still very upset about Christmas.” You explained only to get a obnoxious eye roll from Mary. God, you wanted to throttle her and kick her out but you didn’t for the sake of your husband.

“I’m only here to see Johnny.” It was easy for Mary to ignore your sweet nature. She was convinced it was all a facade and you were a ‘manipulative, disloyal, slag’. As she wrote in one of her texts.

“Okay, follow me.” You said in a sickly sweet voice that you all knew was fake. You weren’t going to give Mary a scrap of ammunition or anything to complain about.

“The weight after the third is hard to get rid of isn’t it?” Mary’s words were snarky and mean.

You instantly felt your cheeks begin to burn from embarrassment. So what, you had gained a bit of weight you just had a baby four months ago. John seemed to love it, worshiping the stretch marks and leaving gentle kisses on your stomach and thighs. When you complained about it he told you there was more of you to love. Which made you cross for only a moment. John was quick to remind you how beautiful he found you and thanked you for making him a father.

You already felt self conscious enough having just had your third child. Mary knew no detail of how traumatizing and brutal the birth was and you held back all the rage you had for her and kept quiet. Leading her and Paul up to your bedroom as Paul scolded Mary to behave and then told you, you looked beautiful and John was a lucky man.

The only reason you did not freak out and tell Mary how horrible she was, was for the sake of Lily who was happily napping on John’s chest upstairs. She had passed out as soon as she was done breast feeding. Lily was a daddy’s girl the moment she came into this world. Only settling down to the sound of John’s deep and gruff voice. She never stirred when he yelled and slept the best in his arms. John had to send a recording of his gentle words and cooed to his baby to help her fall asleep while he was away. Her fussy nature subsided immediately when John came home when she was five days old.

“John, you look like shit” Paul used humor to cope as he saw his son laid up in bed. It pained John’s parents to see him in such bad shape. A reminder their son was risking his life on a normal basis. Leg raises in a cast and shoulder and chest wrapped in thick bandages. The bruises that littered his body were beginning to heal. It looked like he had gotten hit by a bus.

“And this is?” Mary asked with tears in her eyes. Lily was drooling onto John’s bare chest, her cheeks rosy and thick brown hair curling around her ears. She was a pretty baby and looked exactly like John, even with her bright blue eyes closed.

“This is Lily.” John said simply, eyes fixed on his baby girl and not bothering to look at his mother. Ignoring his injuries and running his hand over her sweet snoring face, John winced at he pain of his gun shot wound.

“S-she looks just like you.” Mary choked on her words. She was so overwhelmed seeing her son like this and knowing she had a new grandchild. She felt enraged no one had told her sooner.

Mary adamantly thought you had cheated on John and she had no claim to this child. Saying horrible things and refusing to even hear the name you two had picked out. Now standing in your bedroom doorway and seeing she was clearly wrong and had ignored her grandchild for four months was sickening. Lily looked exactly like John, down to the little freckle on her nose. Mary was feeling utterly humiliated for the things she had said and the way she had treated her grand daughter. If you thought Mary would surrender and apologize you were sadly mistaken.

“I’ll take her so you three can chat.” You made your way over to John. Scooping you little one into your arms and watching as she frowned in her sleep being taken away from John.

“Can I hold her?” Mary asked. Arms already outstretched and going to take Lily from you.

“Not right now. Maybe another time.” Quickly you dodged Mary’s arms only for her to step in front of you so you couldn’t get to the door.

“And why is that?” Mary challenged. The audacity had you shocked.

“Because you don’t think she’s John’s.” The frustration was evident in your voice. You couldn’t hide the anger and disgust you had for the woman in front of you who so blatantly hated you.

“It’s clear she is.” Mary attempted to take Lily again and John watched as you flinched and stepped back.

“Then an apology is in order.” John was quick to insert. Hating how he couldn’t stand by your side and support you.

“She may happen to be yours Johnny but that does not mean Y/N is deserving of an apology. After everything you’ve done, tearing our family apart. The least you could do is let me hold my last grandchild.” The gaslighting and victim complex Mary had made you feel uneasy. Even when she was wrong her pride was to big for her to apologize to you.

“I’m going to need time before I’m comfortable with you holding her.” You stepped back again as Mary attempted to take your sleeping baby. Placing your hand protectively over the back of Lily’s head.

“You’ve married such a cruel woman.” Mary turned to John as if he’d help her get what she wanted. As if John’s loyalty to her out weighed her nasty behavior.

“Mum for the love of God stop.” John started to shout and quickly died off by the end. This was not going how he expected and he was getting angrier by the second.

“Mary, please.” Paul rested his hand on his wife’s shoulder. Everyone in the room was begging for her to settle down and drop it.

You felt intimidated and slightly scared at Mary’s quick turn on you. She had that same look in her eyes from the night she called you a slag. You weren’t someone who lived in fear or allowed people to have the kind of power over you. But after hearing the things Mary had said and how aggressive she could be in person put you on edge. With your husband held up in bed and unable to physically come to your aid had you wanting to run for the exit. It may be irrational but you feared for Lily’s safety even though you knew Mary was all bark and no bite.

“It’s just a matter of time before she gives you a bastard.” The words cut you down in one clean blow, leaving a painful ache in your chest. You have had some cruel words spat in your face by ex lovers, loved ones, strangers and people who didn’t particularly like you. This felt like the lowest blow Mary had taken and you wished she would have continued to comment on your appearance rather than your loyalty and ability to have another child.

John saw the pain in flash in your eyes. You only allowed it to be seen for a split second before you were back to being straight faced. That comment had John’s blood coursing fast and hot through his veins. He knew the hurt you were feeling was deeper than just cruel words that held little weight. You had lost so much having Lily and the possibility of you having anymore children had been snatched away from you.

John wasn’t there when they told you, in fact he missed the entire birth. But when you confided in him when he got home you were a wreck. John would never forget how you told him it was like you had part of your womanhood stolen from you. John didn’t know if his mother knew about your hysterectomy but those words were still unwelcome in his home. Especially because John knew you were still grieving over it and mostly likely would be for awhile.

“Mum I was really hoping we could start mending bridges. Clearly I was too optimistic. I think it’s time for you to go.” John was shifting up to sit up completely straight. The pain that screamed from his injuries was ignored as if they were nonexistent. John watched your eyes go wide at him moving like that, you were scared he would rip his stitches. With a simple raise of his hand you bit your tongue holding back the worried words that were clawing their way up your throat.

“You use to be strong Johnathan. But look at you now. Laid up in bed and taking orders from a woman who’s damaged goods. You’ve lost your self respect.” Mary’s words were said with so much disdain that you had never seen thrown in the direction of her youngest son.

Not only was she being cruel to you she had finally snapped and went after John. Trying to find the most backhanded way to question his manhood and shame him. She turned on her heels, her long black cardigan flowing in her haste and she left. The air was dense in your bedroom as you processed how quickly things had devolved.

“You’re okay with her acting like that?” John snapped at his father who had been almost silent up until this point.

“For better or worse. In sickness and in health.” Paul’s words were melancholic as he nodded at his son and then at you. It felt like a cope out and Paul would never truly acknowledge the disturbing side of the woman he married.

“Never thought for a second you’d be unfaithful to my boy. I’m sorry for Mary.” Paul gently placed his hand on your shoulder the other coming up to rest on Lily back.

“Lily’s a beautiful name and she looks exactly like you Johnny. . . I hope you feel better soon.” Paul’s voice cracked slightly on John’s name.

The pained expression on his aging face made you sick to your stomach. It felt like a disservice for Paul to not come to Johns defense and knowingly stay away from Lily because Mary told him so. You knew Paul loved each one of his children and would do almost anything for his family. He just couldn’t stand up to his wife. Marys wrath and opinions had caused so much strain in your and John’s marriage and it’s what ended Harrison and Amy’s. You wondered how many people have to suffer for Paul to open his eyes.

“Why don’t you stay? I can give you a ride home.” You asked. A spark of hope flickering in your chest at the idea John might be able to get Paul to come around.

“Best I get going. Don’t need Mary cross with me too.” The words were meant to be humorous but you and John worried she’d go after him verbally but it was far from your place to get involved. You turned to see the anger etched so deep in your husbands face you felt it best for you to not be apart of what he had to say to his father.

Stepping out you gave John and his father a minute alone. Choosing to put Lily down in her crib and get started on lunch. You decided the tears and hurt feelings could wait for when you showered before bed. It would only make things worse, in your opinion, if the kids or John knew how upset that last comment of Mary’s made you.

It was one thing for her to go after you, you expected that. But for her to go after John you knew would wound him greater than any of the ones that already riddled his body. His mother visiting was suppose to lift his spirits and they were going to start over so hopefully she could be apart of his children’s lives. Now, that glimmer of hope had been snuffed out and you knew John was going to struggle dealing with it. He had told you he was going to cut his mother out if things went poorly and now John was going to have to deal with that pain.

You could see Mary sitting in the cab of Paul’s black truck refusing to even glance at the house while you prepared John’s lunch. It took no longer than ten minutes before Paul gave you a hug goodbye and they were on their way. You dreaded bringing Johns sandwich up to him knowing he was going to be silent out of frustration.

Stepping into your bedroom you were surprised to see your king sized bed empty. The panic that plagued you was suffocating and immediate. John wasn’t suppose to be moving without assistance with his injuries and you were terrified he might have fallen and was laying on the bathroom floor with torn stitches.

You shot to the bedside table to place the plate and glass of water then quickly made your way to the bathroom door. Bursting in without knocking you and John both screamed at each other in shock. John was seated on the toilet with his pants around his ankles and you quickly ran out of the bathroom with your hands covering your eyes.

“Bloody hell Y/N!” John shouted at you turning red in the face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I thought you fell! How’d you get in there?” You bellowed out slamming the door behind you. Trying to erase the image of him you had just seen so you could look John in the eyes later.

“My dad helped me up! For fucks sake you’re worse than the kids! Bloody knock next time!” John was yelling through the thick wood of the bathroom door. You knew if he wasn’t in a bad mood previously he was now. Now his anger was directed at you which was not going to be fun to deal with. John never took embarrassment well.

You weren’t sure you’d get the image of him shirtless on the toilet out of your head. You and John were pretty good about privacy only having seen each other in compromising positions like that maybe a dozen times in your long history together. When it came to you helping him while injured he’d tell you to look away which you respected and so did he when you had needed assistance after birth. Some mystery was gladly acceptable by the pair of you.

“Did dad just yell at you?” Jj was standing in the bedroom doorway wide eyed. John never yelled at you unless he was on a suicide mission. Both your children considered you the cross one not hiding your annoyance with their father but he hardly ever showed it with you.

“Yes, he did.” Your voice was high pitched. Now realizing the only reason your son was in here was because he was looking for lunch that you had fallen behind on.

“Molly, NO!” Jj lunged forward. Turning you saw the tri-colored border collie licking at your husbands sandwich you placed on the night stand. In seconds she had John’s roast beef sandwich clasped between her jaw, trying to house it down in a few bites. She paused for only a second as Jj tried to snatch it from her, before she was dashing for the door accidentally knocking Jj over.

“MOLLY!” You yelled chasing after her. Jj was a foot behind you as you chased the poor dog around the house and out to the backyard. Molly thought it was a game and you didn’t want her eating table food and getting an upset stomach. Evelyn and Jj found it hilarious watching you chase after the family dog who had a thick sandwich in her mouth. Evelyn may or may not have taken a Polaroid picture of you mid sprint after Molly by the chicken coop.

After the stunt was over and you accepted your defeat, you made your way back inside. Bringing yourself back into mom mode, you made your children Mac and cheese and frozen fish fingers because you were too exhausted to do anything else. They both complained at you that they wanted the lunch they were promised; which was fish and chips. The glare you gave them had ‘thank you’s ’ rolling off their tongues. The quick rebuttal of ‘so for dinner?’ Following their complaints. That’s when your remembered John had requested fish and chips for lunch. You had honestly completely forgot about him having become so sidetracked.

That when it hit you. You had abandoned John to be stuck on the toilet for nearly an hour. To say he was upset would not do it justice. John was convinced you left him there because you were mad that he yelled at you. No convincing could change his mind and for years to come he would snipe at you for leaving him stranded on the toilet. He didn’t even get fish and chips like he’d asked for which had him complaining even more.

John had to eat cold Mac and cheese and some fish fingers you threw into the air fryer. The complaints stopped after dinner when he’d finally gotten the food he requested. Telling you he would prefer to not talk about what happened with his mother for some time. It was too fresh for him and John needed time to work through it on his own. He was open to hear your feelings and was a true help.

So you gave him the space he needed on the subject and cuddled next to him in bed. When you breast fed Lily next to him and shared your plate of assorted snack you’d gathered as your own dinner later that night. John realized you hadn’t eaten anything that day until now. Some baby puffs you fed Lily, crackers, sliced cheese, a handful of fruit and nuts, a little bowl of hummus, and a half slice of coffee cake was your dinner.

John then realized you normally did not make yourself dinner and just snacked on the leftovers like a little mouse. John did not let that last. After that night he would randomly order takeaway to show up at your door for only you. You swooned over him seeing your dinner show up each night after the kids had gone to bed. John always guessed right on your cravings and you happily shared with him. He couldn’t do much to romance you but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to try.

By the time this recent dinner showed up, it was a week later. John was just healed enough to be moving around the house on crutches. You suggested some slow love making which had John giddy. Good thing he had just sent in a request for two dozen roses as a small thank you for taking care of him. They’d be there first thing in the morning after your lovely night together. The sweet gesture just might involve some romance right after breakfast when the children had gone to school. John prayed for the best hoping things could finally turn around for your family. Hoping to leave his mother in the past and move forward.

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blasphemousclaw · 11 months ago

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personally i always interpreted the golden order greatsword as radagon wanting to keep renalla with him. the fact that its a moonlight greatsword, and how that tidbit isnt confirmed until the end of the item description, almost gives it a kind of "hiding behind the back" kind of vibe, like its a memento radagon shouldnt be holding onto but found a way to take with him anyways. given that in the queens bedchamber melina dialogue, marika refers to him as a leal hound of the order with a tone of disdain, and how he "hadnt yet become her", i personally get the vibe that radagon felt that whatever he had to sacrifice (his family, his wife, his self) for the golden order was worth it, with a kind of resigned determination ala I Wish I Didnt Have To Do This (hence marikas disdain cuz she doesnt think he HAS to, its just convenient for her plans+the schemes of the greater will)

my general impression of radagon is someone who loved renalla deeply and genuinely, and tried to take some small part of their marriage with him in the golden order greatsword, and was willing to make small steps out of line to try and keep that love present (giving renalla the amber egg with a GREAT RUNE INSIDE, one that judging by design wouldve gone to his son miquella since its similar to malenias, using the moonlight greatsword to become the golden order greatsword instead of making a new one), and someone who repeatedly tries to Do Whats Right For The World by sacrificing his own desires, and that makes the fact that all of his decisions led to heartbreak and pain in his loved ones more poignant and impactful. like hey man. you uh. didnt HAVE to drop everything to go be elden lord. didnt HAVE to leave ur family. now you cant ever get that back and its ur own damn fault buddy now ur bicon of a son is getting rly into snakekeeping and blasphemy and graffiti-ing ur Associated Symbols onto everything he feels would piss u off and ur never getting invited to radahns graduation from sellia academy of star murder. you uh. you did that buddy! you shot urself in the foot!

this is so late sorry, but yeah I really like this interpretation. like I said in my prev post I feel like Radagon forging Rennala’s marriage gift into a Golden Order greatsword can be interpreted as a way of carrying a part of her with him, even as he leaves her behind and forges ahead on his way to serve the Golden Order. Radagon has never viewed his time with Rennala with any scorn or regret; in fact, the things Rennala taught him during his time with her were very formative to his identity and beliefs:

“As the husband of Rennala of Caria, the red-haired Radagon studied sorcery, and as the husband of Queen Marika, he studied incantations. Thus did the hero aspire to be complete.”

The forging of Radagon’s greatsword kind of goes with this theme of Radagon cherishing what he had with Rennala, but ultimately deciding to move on to a greater purpose, using what he gained as Rennala’s husband as an integral part of his path forward. Perhaps even, based on the idea that Radagon “aspired to be complete,” he felt like he wasn’t a whole person, that he was missing something? That, though he loved Rennala, he couldn’t give himself fully to her? That he would leave Rennala behind if it meant getting a chance to feel whole?

Anyway, I completely agree that Radagon making the conscious decision to leave Rennala, despite having this love and respect for her, makes for a much more tragic and impactful story than Radagon not having any agency. What he did was shocking, inconceivable, and gravely disrespectful, not just to Rennala, but to all of Caria. And I think it’s almost certain that Radagon’s decision led to resentment amongst his children, sowing the seeds of their future rebellions against his Order… as Miriel says, when telling us Radagon and Rennala’s story, “You would do well to remember... Severing a vow, strongest of bonds, has consequences ever more dire". It’s just good storytelling!!!

#elden ring #radagon of the golden order #radagon #asks #his ass is NOT invited to radahn’s graduation!!!!!

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lilacxquartz · 5 days ago

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UNSHACKLED, part 2;

younger jinichi zenin x f!reader (x toji)

plot: forced to marry into the zenin clan to escape poverty, you get involved in something far more sinister instead.

a/n: finally managed to complete this!! this was a fun one to write! thank you to the anon who requested it — cw: nothing for this chapter, but the previous one has some upsetting themes • based on this ask • previous chapter • masterlist • on ao3

It only took you becoming trapped again to realise that the only choice left was to move forward. You simply didn’t have the option to wait around for a second longer—not with how things were heading, anyway.

No, you had to figure out how to get away from Jinichi once and for all—before he took his obsession with keeping you safe to a whole new, dangerous level—potentially risking your life. After all, that’s how such things would often go, right? A person who was committed to violence would rarely make an exception, and if they did, then it risked potentially becoming worse as time went on.

However, with your social status fully restored, you had selective freedom again. For example, you still had to attend the clan meetings, as did Jinichi, but if it was truly up to him, he wouldn’t let you leave the home at all. It was the clan elders demanded it, though, so that everyone was up to date. Jinichi only didn’t argue with this measure, because he was determined to keep the peace. That was it, nothing more.

Upon arriving at the clan hall to oversee the latest meeting, it seemed different that time. It felt charged, as if something wasn’t quite right about it. There was more tension in the air than normal. Usually, a clan meeting would involve bringing about minor changes or approving someone’s companion status or resolving petty familial politics, but this seemed closer to a trial. Not for you, thank god, but someone from within the family itself—a Zenin—was under investigation.

The details as to what he had done were unclear, but even Jinichi seemed to be frustrated on the matter. He had his arms crossed as he watched on with a narrowed stare, tapping his foot in annoyance. You didn’t say anything, but he did, letting slip of a “Damn it, Toji,” from under this breath.

Your head tilted as you listened in, going as far as to lean in closer. Something about a Zenin being ostracised was an attention-grabber for you, because if they were potentially being banished—as it was discussed—then that could also mean a way out for you, right?

That much surely wasn’t too big of a pipe dream, was it? You deserved to make your own choices in life—especially because this marriage alone was fixed from the start. Any window to love Jinichi back had long closed, because if he wanted genuine affection, then he should never have raised a hand at you.

As the trial went on, you learned more about Toji. You learned that not only was he Jinichi’s younger brother, but also that he couldn’t use cursed energy—just like you. As a result, he was seen as the family burden even as a child. This mention alone caused any remaining hope for your offspring to dwindle, because what kind of a future was that, to be outcasted in your own home?

Though, as your focus became too centred, you had to look away before Jinichi caught on. He was a horrendously jealous man, after all, and that made him dangerous. The safety of carrying your pregnancy out to full term was a mere fraction of the obsession that he felt for you, but otherwise, his fixation was closer to keeping you in line. This was demonstrated heavily in how you presented yourself. He would make comments specifically on your looks, your potential naivety, and on how your existence alone could be construed as lustful. All in all, it felt like you had to walk on eggshells to exist with him, and even then, it was barely like living at all.

You learned to stay quiet and stare at the ground for most matters, and became an expert on telling people apart by the natural lean of their gait instead—through the confidence of their strides. You learned how to smile and nod but never question or challenge another man, save for your assigned midwife, when it came to talking to anyone else, and even then, it was only a matter of time before your child was born, and she, too, would disappear.

Under that notion, however, a new idea sprang into mind. The meeting had just ended, and Jinichi was being held up with another man. Toji, in the meantime, had managed to slip away just out of sight, but you saw exactly where he went. Just after a minute or so had passed, you had the initiative to try and seek permission to cross into the servant’s quarters, to where your midwife likely was, to hopefully catch the attention of your potential way out.

“It isn’t anything to concern yourself over,” you replied to Jinichi, upon him asking you for your reasoning to leave his sight. You kept your voice controlled so as not to let slip anything other than just a mundane check-up. “Just a couple of questions to see if there’s anything I should be doing. Is that so bad?”

Jinichi narrowed his eyes, unable to keep himself from being sceptical, but his combined concern—both for you as well as the baby’s—ultimately won out in the end. His shoulders drooped, but his fists clenched. “Go then,” he allowed, “but you will be back as soon as you have what you need to know – don’t you dare make me worry.”

You nodded and offered him a short, curt smile, and before he could change his mind, you were out of the door and across the estate, charging into the quarters before slipping out of the back. You saw the outcast—Toji—lurking around nearby and knew that you had to somehow get his attention, but the idea of doing so made you freeze up. This was a man who potentially held the key to your escape, and yet the idea of approaching him gave you pause. He was a Zenin, right? What if his intentions were the same as everyone else who lived here? Then again, if he truly hated the systematic oppression of the clan as much as he had claimed—given his stance in the interrogation—then it shouldn’t be that difficult an ask.

After all, he joked a little too much about being the deadweight of the clan, so he must have been at the very least, aware of his position. Somehow, such self-reflection built up trust within you, and you found yourself drawn to him in a way that rivalled Jinichi. A surge of guilt washed through you at that thought, though, because Jinichi, as cold and violent as he was, was far from the worst here. He was stoic, strict, and firm, but he seemed to love you. Though he also hit you. Your mind wandered some more. Would Toji be the same?

Your breath caught again. What was with this unrequited fantasising? Were you that starved of intimacy that a man whom you hadn’t even spoken to yet was who you were pining after? Someone who dared to offer the bare minimum? Was that how low you had fallen?

Though you supposed that sort of crush could be allowed. It was just another thing to keep you sane in the end.

Just as suddenly as you lost yourself to your thoughts, however, you were startled out of them. The voice came in deep, but soft, laced with light concern. “You okay there? Lost?”

You flinched, gasping out as you took a step back. “N-no, I’m just—” you tried to reply, but months of being conditioned not to talk back to men had you second-guessing yourself. You hated the feeling. “I—” you tried once more, but found yourself clutching at your stomach, bracing for a potential impact.

The voice scoffed. “Seriously?”

You allowed yourself to blink up, sighing but also gulping that it was the person you tried to get in contact with. You tried to say something again, but it all fell short, leaving you choking on empty silence. This seemed to annoy him.

“Alright,” he continued, giving you a second to breathe. “What unlucky fuck are you wed to?” he asked, glancing over the ring on your finger.

“J-Jinichi?” you almost whimpered out.

Another scoff escaped his lips, but his annoyed stare softened into concern. “Unlucky girl,” he murmured, “not the worst, but not the best either. Wait,” he then caught, “you’re the chick he got into trouble for, right?”

Your eyes widened slightly as you looked away. “Y-yes…”

“Interesting, interesting,” Toji nodded along, taking a deep breath. He looked around himself, looking equally cautious. Maybe it was that he didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble, especially given that he wasn’t on the greatest of terms with his clan. “I’ll keep it short then. Why are you following me?”

“I’m not—” you backpedaled.

“—You must be,” he quickly corrected you, “because otherwise you wouldn’t be here, now would you?” he asked. “Now spill it, what do you want from me? Did Jinichi put you up to this? He want something before I fuck off forever? If it’s money, then he’s just as shit out of luck as I am.”

You shook your head. “N-no!” you blurted out, trying to save face. “I-I… It’s different. It’s actually maybe silly now that I think about it, but..”

As you trailed off, steeling yourself for the question that you were so desperate to ask, Toji took the liberty to look around and ensure that nobody else was eavesdropping. You could tell from the slight huff and tick of his lip—from his crossed arms—that he found the way you took forever to get your point as annoying. Then again, he was also acting very patient. So maybe he understood your predicament perfectly well.

Finally, you got the question out. “You’re going to be banished, right?”

Toji smiled, flashing his teeth at you. “Nah, I’m voluntarily leaving, or at least that’s what I said a month ago,” he replied, “they held me up since then, telling me they’ll exile me next, but only under their terms. Fucking clan poltiics and its easily wounded pride. They just couldn’t handle me retaining my ego. I’ll be better off without all of this bullshit.”

“C-can you take me with you?” you asked flat out, or rather, blurted.

The question hung in the air for longer than you would have liked as Toji paused, trying to determine if you were being genuine or not.

“Take you with me?” he repeated in a quiet mumble. He considered it for a second, taking in the sight of your pregnancy-swollen stomach. Technically, he could. The more people that leave this forsaken place, the better. “How soon are you due?” he then asked in a more level tone.

“In about… two or three months?” you guesstimated. “Is it doable?”

Toji clicked his tongue and shrugged, not outright denying you, but trying to keep realistic at the same time. “Anything’s doable, and I can’t blame ya for wanting to get out. Knowing my stingy brother, he probably doesn’t let you do anything, huh?”

You reluctantly nodded. “Y-yeah, I mean, he thinks I’m talking to our midwife right now, so it’ll be any second that he realises that I’m not there…”

Toji’s cheek then twitched as if expecting him to round in on him around the corner, but luckily, such a confrontation wasn’t in his cards just yet. He did, however, know that he had to be quick before something of the sort became a reality. He wanted to help you—to save an unknowing life from being born into this whole mess, but time was of the essence. If either of you wanted to do it right, then it had to be immediate. “What a miserable man he’s become…” he trailed off, concluding his thoughts, “he wasn’t always like this, but this place just does something to you.”

You were about to open your mouth to ask if he was going to help you, but then Toji spoke again.

“He’s a deep sleeper, as you’ve probably noticed,” he considered, “his technique is all brute strength, so he sleeps like a rock.”

“Right,” you replied.

“Yeah, so you should be able to sneak out at night,” Toji suggested. “Meet me right here at around midnight, and I’ll get you out.”

“Wait, really?” you asked, but then you heard a set of another set of footsteps rapidly closing in on your position. You heard your name being called out and stiffened as you registered it as the sound of Jinichi’s accusing voice in the distance. It was very likely that the midwife hadn’t covered for you, since her life was just as much on the line as yours was.

You turned around to meet with your husband, looking behind to warn Toji, but he had already vanished from view. Just as you were about to think of another excuse, however, Jinichi wrapped his hand tightly around your wrist, yanking you towards him. His eyes glinted with anger, but also a hint of madness. Just like you, he had become a shell of who he once was. He no longer acted like the man who once yearned for you, turning into the very sort of person that he despised, but was too blind to see it.

“What were you doing?” he asked. “And who were you talking to?”

Your mind raced as you tried to form a believable excuse. You went with whatever popped into mind first. “I-I just needed some fresh air–some space, I promise it was just that,” you replied, trying to keep your voice calm, “it was just so stuffy in there before, I just needed to breathe. I tried to do so out of everyone’s way, though. I was just feeling… so faint… I’m sorry—”

Then he cut you off. “—You were feeling faint?”

You nodded, tensing just in case you made it worse for yourself.

However, all Jinichi did was let go of your wrist. He sighed deeply as if trying to bring himself down from his initial anger, clenching his fists at his sides instead. He then took another deep breath. It was clear that he was trying his best not to hurt you in vain.

“I… see,” he replied in a strained voice, “I suppose that much is acceptable, but let's not do it again. Tell me when you’re feeling umwell next time, and I’ll make sure you get the space you want. Just… don’t put yourself at risk again.”

You shuddered out a sigh of relief, thankful that he was being understanding, or trying to be. “Of course,” you said, “it won’t happen again. I’ll let you know the next time.”

~~~

Come the arrival of nightfall, you felt as if you were performing a role rather than acting naturally. You had a believable excuse, at least. You claimed that you were simply just acting strange because you were either craving things that he might judge you for, or just generalised anxiety surrounding the prospect of childbirth. To his credit, Jinichi tried to walk you through all of these things. Such an effort left you feeling guilty for what you were about to do, but not enough to make you stay.

He would have to turn into a different person entirely for you to reconsider.

It didn’t take Jinichi too long to fall asleep when it was time to do so. Your body language only mimicked his, drooping your eyelids in a rehearsed manner but not succumbing to it. You had to be up often anyway to use the bathroom, so slipping out from the moment his breathing evened out wasn’t that uncommon. He likely expected it by now, so his arm fell away from your side with ease.

However, the creaky floor was what almost gave you away as you advanced towards the front door. You dressed lightly for the occasion, tossing on a light robe that would keep you decent. Everything else was to be left behind. Material possessions hardly mattered to you—not when your life was potentially at stake. Everything else could be replaced given enough time, even if it wouldn’t match the brief taste of luxury that you had been exposed to.

Hunger was also one of those looming concerns that weighed heavily on you, but it wouldn’t be the worst fate to be subjected to. Not when the future you had here was closer to being a prisoner than anything else—an incubator at best. You shuddered to imagine what would become of you when you were old.

Still, you successfully managed to bridge the distance from the bed to the front door without as much as a single snort from your husband, meeting with the cold night air. Somehow, though, sneaking around the estate at night, all alone, seemed to be the more difficult task at hand. You weren’t sure who else you were to potentially run into while out here—but Toji was right where he promised to be.

He took one look at you as he met with you. “That’s all you're taking?” he asked, noticing your empty hands.

You shrugged, not seeing the point of taking more than you could carry. “It would just hold me back, right?”

Toji smiled tightly. He wanted you to at least grab some jewellery or something so that you could pawn it off to give yourself a chance, but he dropped the issue before it even started. “Fair enough,” he supposed, “come along then.”

You followed after him, hardly daring to breathe as slowly but surely, he guided you through the dark paths of the Zenin estate. Every step you took felt like it echoed the wrong way, and you felt so heavy in your movements—though that much could have just been from the bloat of your condition. Your anxiety was at an all-time high, though, no matter how much you tried to keep it down—gasping and flinching at every crack and snap beneath your feet.

“Calm down,” Toji muttered as he walked in front of you. There was that same hint of annoyance colouring his tone, but he didn’t sound angry with you, at least not in the same way that Jinichi could ever be.

You swallowed hard, trying to level your breathing, but it didn’t work as well as you hoped. Somehow, it just made you even more aware of everything that you did. Your heartbeat drummed loudly in your ears, masking your train of thought, causing you to overthink more than you had to.

You were escaping him, weren’t you? Besides that point, this was also your only shot. You couldn’t let your fear of being caught cloud your judgment, because then it would all have been for nothing.

Toji tried to bring you down to earth again. “You know, if I can hear you freaking out, then so can everyone else,” he pointed out, “especially Jinichi; he has this uncanny sixth sense for that sort of thing. So do us both a favour and take a deep breath. You’re fine. Seriously.”

Finally, you heeded his words and tried to listen to him. You weren’t being loud, you could tell that now. It was actually impossible to be so with how carefully you were walking, so it truly was all in your head. You mirrored his breathing, going as far as stepping where he did to keep yourself grounded until finally, you weren’t at the estate anymore. Thick trees hugged the area, making it difficult to make anything out in the dark without the overhead moon and stars. Toji remained close to you the whole time, but keeping in step with him was starting to become a challenge. While he moved gracefully, every other place your foot landed, near-risked you twisting your ankle.

Just before you were to take a step further, however, Toji’s hand shot out to stop you. “Easy, we’re here,” he muttered out. “You can get in if you’d like.”

You looked around, unable to see what he was talking about.

“Where?”

He tapped the roof of a car, the sound of metal startling you slightly. “In here,” he said before yanking off what sounded like a tarp from around the vehicle, brushing off any scattered branches. “I highly doubt you could help me roll this thing out, even if you weren’t pregnant.”

“Wait, you have a car out here?” you asked. “You were planning this for that long?”

Toji shrugged and swung the door open, helping you settle into the passenger seat. He cranked down the window for you, propping the palm of his hand through the open space, sandwiching the roof between his hands before pushing it slowly along a slope. “Yup,” he hummed as he walked the car slowly through the path he cleared just months before, “I was going to do this much earlier, but then they found out that I wanted to leave. Their version of banishment wouldn’t be without beating me up a little, though,” he laughed as he explained, throwing you off slightly, “hell, I’m still supposed to be in holding. Jokes on them, right? They’ll wake up to both of us gone. Paints quite the picture.”

You remained quiet for the time being, not immediately catching onto his implication, thinking everything else over. It didn’t take him too long to navigate the car over to a road, even if it was an old, underused one. For the most part, you tried to erase as much of your presence as possible to avoid being detected if someone was tailing you, but it seemed to be going smoothly. Another thought entered your mind at that, wondering just how furious Jinichi either was now, soon, or later on…

Toji then slipped into the driver’s seat and started up the car, cursing under his breath as the engine sputtered a good few times. “Piece of shit,” he muttered, “why wont it fucking—” he paused as a smooth purr evened out, leaning back and clapping his hands once in approval, “there we go.”

And as you both drove away, your mind wandered again, and again, and again. It all kept going back and forth to Jinichi and how he would react, and if there was a slim chance that you were in the wrong for leaving him so abruptly. After all, this was sudden. You put your trust into a stranger who was leaving, just so that you could take your leave. It was out of pure luck that he turned out to be a decent person, because what if he wasn’t?

“Are you thinking about him?” Toji asked, making you jolt from the question. His voice was somehow sharp as it cut through.

You tried to deny it right away, even if the look on your face said it all. “N-no… I could be thinking about anything else.”

He scoffed. “Yeah? I can see it in your eyes.”

“Fine, it’s just…” you trailed off, feeling weird for talking about this with someone who was his younger brother, unsure why he felt so much more trustworthy than a person you had been married to for a while now. “I’m conflicted. There were times recently when he has been nice to me…”

Toji huffed a breath of laughter. “You think that means he cares?”

You didn’t immediately reply.

He drew out a long sigh. He likely thought you were brainwashed at this point, but he couldn’t blame you. “He’s probably trying to be sweet so that you won’t get cold feet. If he’s been an asshole throughout most of it, then you probably did something to make him doubt himself.”

“Well, that much would have been when he caught me wandering around on my own after our initial talk,” you considered.

Toji tapped the wheel of the car. “Then that’ll be it. Probably thought you couldn’t stand him anymore,” his tone was blunt but it wasn’t cruel as he continued, “look, I know my brother. He’s stubborn and he won’t change no matter how he convincing he might be. He’s just too tied down to that place.”

“I suppose you’re right…” you replied, leaning your head on the now-closed window.

Toji took note of your sudden resigned demeanour. “Look, I’m not judging you or anything, alright? Half of the outsiders they bring into such a place to marry never had a choice either. It’s not your fault. It’s just how people are in there.”

Your heart dropped without meaning to.

Something ate away at you.

He was still a Zenin, right?

“Why are you helping me leave then?” you barked out, unable to mask the hostility in your voice. “Like, truly, why?”

“Why not?” Toji was quick to respond. “I might as well do some good if I’m leaving, right? Besides, it’s unlikely that he’s going to wake up and change by some miracle into a better person, so you’re better off away from him.”

You shuddered out a breath but didn’t press the matter further, closing your eyes for a moment and just listening to the road. Toji was right, no matter how much your mind denied it. Jinichi was only ever going to get worse the longer that he stayed in that place and you highly doubted that he was ever going to leave. You had to be realistic. A daughter, as you were aware, would grow up to be a prisoner or a second class citizen in her own home. A son might grow up into becoming the very sort of person you’re afraid of.

So, overall, it was better to move away, even if this was his baby, too.

Eventually, the trees started to blur past as he hit the main road, illuminating the area a bit better. You could tell that you were far enough away for the clan to not be able to catch up right away. This gave you enough room to let your mind wander, feeling a surge of guilt yet again where it was taking you. The old feelings resurfaced, making you see this man in particular, in a different light again.

Just for practicing the bare minimum.

Toji wasn’t blind to this, and he caught you out as you were trying to make your staring not so obvious—but it was. Abundantly so, in fact. His lips anchored into a frown as he considered what you must have been feeling, not quite blaming you for going in that direction, but not wanting to lead you on at the same time.

“Quit that,” he lightly scolded.

You straightened up your posture and tried to act natural. “What?”

“Looking at me like that,” he replied. “I’m not as good of a guy as you think. I’m helping you, yes, but I’m not reliable… or likeable for that matter. So just… don’t.”

You pouted without meaning to, crossing your arms. Pregnancy was messing with your hormones. You wanted to complain instead, perhaps, and Toji was driving you away anyway, so you went with it. “Who’s going to want a young mother who’s all on her own otherwise?”

He narrowed his eyes as he quickly glanced you over. “God, that place has poisoned you so much. A chick having a kid from a previous relationship doesn’t define her worth.”

You didn’t say anything, realising he had a point.

“Besides,” he continued, still sounding irritated from your question, “the right person won’t care, alright?”

“D-do…” you began, seeing an opening. “Do you care?”

Toji turned his head away. “No,” he admitted, “but I’m not that much better.”

“You helped me when I asked,” you insisted, “that’s something, right? You could have just turned me away, but you didn’t…”

Toji didn’t reply to that sentiment, extending a hand to tinker with the radio instead. A rock song came into play from the static, forcing you to sit and stew away as he tapped along the wheel, on occasion singing along to the lyrics.

Your mind began to wander again. You were starting to resent yourself. “Do you think—“ you started, stopping yourself to wet your lips and to refine your question. “Do you think they’ll come looking for me?”

Toji didn’t reply right away, but when he did, there was a long drawn out sigh. “I mean, there’s a chance. Especially since you’re pregnant, which makes this whole situation a lot more complicated.”

“I-it does?” you fussed.

“It’s not my view,” Toji replied, “but essentially you’re property carrying property right now, so they might not take it lightly that you’re gone is all I’m saying.

“What happens if I’m ever found?” you hesitantly asked.

Toji huffed out more air as he considered it. He almost didn’t want to tell you. “Probably the same thing as what would happen to me if they found me. I bounced before they let me, right? So the punishment for that would be death.”

You were quiet for a bit.

“I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” you stammered.

Toji shook his head as he made a turn on the road. “Nah, it’s on par. Maintaining an image is everything to a Zenin, so they’ll punish you accordingly to the crime you’ve committed. I tainted their pride, so they won’t be too happy. You not only did that, but took something from them too,” he said, flicking his eyes to your stomach.

“W-wait—“ you started to panic, but he cut you off before you could get far.

“—That’s if they care that much, though,” he caught you, “I don’t know much about you, but if Jinichi had already gotten himself in trouble for you and you’re causing yet even more shit by leaving, then there’s a chance that you’re a burden that they’re happy to be free from.”

“I’m a burden?” you pouted, though, you tried to turn your tone playful.

Toji just laughed. “They like it when women don’t ask questions and when they do as they’re told. You didn’t exactly do that, did you?”

“I didn’t,” you replied, allowing your pout to smooth into something genuine, “but I tried to…”

He simply just nodded, glad that you seemed to be getting his point. You were surprisingly easy to talk to, all things considered.

“I started to do so because it did beat being poor and hungry. I feel like I set myself back by going back to that—“ you said, but stopped yourself. You didn’t want to make it seem that you were guilting him.

However, Toji didn’t mind. If you were easy to get along with, then he could help you out for a bit longer. A part of him would feel too bad if he left you all alone anyway. A sheltered, heavily pregnant woman with no home didn’t look too good.

“You can stay with me,” he offered, “until you figure out a better plan, that is.”

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

Toji continued, drifting his car off onto a busier road. “Yeah, but only until you find something better,” he allowed, taking the route instead to where he had a place, but nothing fancy. It was just enough to keep a roof over both of your heads, but not much else. He glanced at you next, unable to resist making a jab. “No falling in love with me though.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Pardon?”

“I’m not kidding,” he said, splitting his lips into a grin. “I’ve got enough problems without you falling for me.”

You studied him for a second and then crossed your arms, falling back into your seat. Somehow you fed right into the sort of chemistry that he enjoyed.

“Yeah, right,” you half laughed, “I take it all back. You can get over yourself now.”

The silence was somehow loud as you both fell quiet, but then you said something that got his attention without meaning to.

“Besides, you’ll probably fall in love first.”

Toji didn’t reply to that, keeping his jaw set tight as he couldn’t deny that there was something in the air. The drive hadn’t been too long, maybe close to an hour or two by now, but he was having fun and that both excited him, as well we made him sad. Excited because you were fun to talk to, and it would only get better as you warmed up further, but sad that the place you were tied down to made you lose that spark.

After a moment more, he finally let a laugh slip out of him. “God,” he snorted, shaking his head, “you’re such a pain in the ass.”

Though, the way he said it wasn’t scolding. It was warm, and the silence that followed wasn’t resentful anymore, nor was it awkward. It felt comfortable, even, as if you had both seemed to reach a mutual understanding.

It finally felt like things weren’t so pointless or linear anymore, and maybe, even, that you were going to be just fine.

You made it out, didn’t you?

So you could get through whatever else was up ahead, too.

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