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mysicklove · 10 months ago

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Summary: Going to the fair with older brother Sukuna and toddler Yuuji was bound to cause some sort of trouble. But it was the tiger plushies' fault, not yours!

cw: fem! reader, curse words, sukuna almost hits someone with a ball, sukuna gives bad advice, sukuna threatens ppl, mentions of kidnapping, metaphors that dont make any sense

wc: 4.1k

a/n: i will post the prequel to all of this next! but I thought this was a silly way to show more dynamics between reader n sukuna! hope u guys like it <3

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It was Yuuji’s idea to go to the annual fair. You thought it was a great idea – it was an opportunity to get Yuuji out of the house, and the idea of seeing the toddler giggling on the children’s rides sent you off to your computer and buying three tickets.

Sukuna was not very fond of the idea, but you could have guessed that. He preferred to go to the fair with just you, but if Yuuji heard, he would probably throw a mini tantrum, and that would just be more work for Sukuna. So alas, it ended up being you three (as it usually was).

Yuuji was beyond excited when the three of you arrived, and Sukuna grips at the boy’s hood, sparing you a glance and rolling his eyes. ��We need to get him a leash.”

You grin at him, scoffing but jumping slightly when an older boy shoves past him, making the toddler stumble backward. You grab Sukuna’s hand before he tries to yell at the other child and then pull Yuuji close to you. “There,” you sigh, successfully holding onto both of the brothers, “We all stick together. Don't get separated from us, Yuuji.”

“No running away!” he chirps, and you smile, nodding at him. Immediately Yuuji is distracted by all the flashing lights, and Sukuna has to hold onto the back of his hood to prevent him from accidentally wandering away. Sukuna claims the boy is just dying to get kidnapped, while you blame it on the toddler’s curiosity.

You guys make your way to the children’s side of the park, having to cover Yuuji’s eyes a multitude of times so that he doesn’t see the other rollercoasters. He was still talking about how excited he was to go on the rollercoaster that goes upside down a whopping three times – a rollercoaster boys of the age of four are not allowed to go on. Telling him would probably make him cry, so distractions worked better. Luckily, there were enough lights and stuffed animals around that pointing to something while you scurry past the rollercoasters distract Yuuji for long enough.

The first ride you guys made around to had an influx of people, but they all did, so the three of you stood in line listening to Sukuna’s complaints. Yuuji talked to the little girl who was also waiting in line just in front of him. Sukuna glares at you, listening to the children shriek and feeling the multitude of bodies pressed near him. “We are going home after this one.”

“No, we aren’t. Lighten up!” You try to encourage, rubbing his arm, and trying to ignore his displeased expression. “We are at the fair – look how much fun Yuuji is having.”

He glances at the boy, who, like always, is in the other child's personal space. He was clinging onto the girl’s arm and jumping up and down in excitement while the young girl looked overwhelmed. Sukuna pulls the boy’s hood, causing Yuuji to come tumbling backward. The boy, in return, merely cocks his head to the side, confused as to what he did wrong.

“Keep doing shit like that, and no girls are ever going to like you,” Sukuna reprimands, letting go of the red hood.

Yuuji frowns, still confused, and you step in, immediately crouching down to his level. “Remember what we talked about? Personal space, Yuuji. You got to give your friend some space to breathe, sweetheart.”

The boy nods, looking at the concrete floor – even if your tone is nice, no child likes to be scolded. But Sukuna just pushes him back over to the girl, ignoring the way he trips and falls, but immediately gets back up. The two children go back to their conversation, but this time Yuuji holds onto Sukuna’s leg so that he doesn’t accidentally get too close.

Sukuna turns his attention back toward you. “Do you think they will take him in?” His head tilts to the parents of the girl.

You roll your eyes but smile. “Uh-huh, and if they did, who would you use as an excuse to go on your favorite ride, the Kiddie Coaster”

“The more you speak, the more you tempt me to just leave you both here,” Sukuna says, but there was no real threat to his words. He leans back on the metal bar handles. “Ah, how peaceful life would be without the brat spouting bullshit. Just the empty house and I, what a dream.”

You lean back on the adjacent metal, crossing your legs and sighing whimsically. “Ah, I can see it now,” you start, and Sukuna raises his eyebrow. “You are gone, and me, Yuuji, and Choso are traveling the world together. What a beautiful lifestyle without hearing any complaints.”

“Ah, and then I hunt you three down and lock you up so that you three can never have fun without me. And I live happily ever after, still alone.”

You wonder what the couple behind you are thinking, considering they are probably close enough to hear whatever you guys are saying. But ridiculous conversations like these were common for the two of you. They never had real meaning behind the teasing words, especially since when the three of you began to load up on the small rollercoaster, Sukuna very quickly forced his lips onto yours and gives you a cocky grin before loading up next to Yuuji. And that was all the reassurance you needed – sadly, you dont get the last word, this time at least.

You two didn’t even try to sit next to each other, knowing that either way, Yuuji would demand to be placed in between you two. The boy was grinning like a madman, kicking his feet out and wishing that the ride would start sooner. Just before the ride started, Sukuna had made a teasing remark that the boy wasn’t strapped in properly, and could possibly fall out. You were lucky Yuuji was in such a great mood because the second you shut that ridiculous idea down, he immediately went back to giggling with excitement.

And a minute and a half later, the ride was over, and the toddler had more energy than before. He was practically buzzing with excitement, jumping up and down and reenacting how fast the rollercoaster was going with his hands and mouth sound effects.

You nod the entire time, smiling while the toddler babbles on about how much fun the rollercoaster was. It was adorable to watch, to say the least, and you were excited to take him on the next one.

Sukuna was not excited to stand in line next to children again. He grabs you by the wrist and drags you over to where the fair games are located. Yuuji grabs onto your own shirt and continues to talk to you while the two of you are basically getting pulled into an unknown location.

Eventually, Yuuji found himself in awe at the giant tiger stuffed animal that hung from the top of one of the tents. He was pointing to it and squealing for Sukuna to get it for him, and at first, Sukuna rolled his eyes and immediately said no, but then he also saw you staring at it. He taps your shoulder with his, rough enough to snap you out of your thoughts. “You really want the stuffed animal? That shit is for babies.”

“You are a pretty shitty boyfriend,” you sigh, not really taking what he said to heart, but still Sukuna immediately denies it. You ignore him and pet the child’s pink hair. “It’s for Yuuji.”

“I’ll win you the stuffed animal.”

“Win Yuuji the stuffed animal.”

“Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!”

Sukuna narrows his eyes at the two of you and then turns back over to the man hosting the game. He hands him some cash and mumbles, “If you scam me, I’ll kill you.” but the music paired with the abundance of people talking made it too loud for the worker to hear his threat.

The man hands him three balls, and the goal is to knock down a stack of metal cans. Easy enough, but this was a fair game, so there was bound to be some sort of trick to it. A trick that Sukuna does not know.

You and Yuuji stand a couple of feet behind him, cheering him on. Yuuji was now being held by you, sitting on your hip and pumping his fists in the air at the mere idea of owning the giant plush.

But, as you suspected, Sukuna did not win. He had managed to knock down two cups, and the last ball went flying past the man’s nose when he tried to taunt Sukuna. You could have guessed that would happen.

This time, you are the one to drag Sukuna because if you didn’t, surely that poor worker would have a broken nose by now. It was their job to taunt people, a part of the fun, but your boyfriend’s temper did not stand for that.

Yuuji was surprisingly fine with it – of course, he did look a little sad about losing the opportunity of owning the tiger, but in the next moment he was fawning over how strong his brother was. He was gripping onto Sukuna’s pants, while the man was borderline glaring at everyone that walks by. “So cool, Kuna! You threw so fast!”

You have to hold back a laugh the entirety of it because only Sukuna would be genuinely upset over losing a fair game. But you remain quiet and let Yuuji continue to babble on to his older brother.

Finally, after some time, Sukuna does look at his younger brother. He turns to him and grabs at his little shoulders. “This is a learning opportunity, so listen up, little brat,” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows. Yuuji immediately perks up, ready to absorb anything his idol says. “Never trust anything. Life is a scam, and people are always trying to fuck you over.”

“Okay, yeah, so no. Yuuji–”

“Everybody is trying to steal your tiger.” Sukuna talks louder than you, and at this point, Yuuji’s eyes are wide as saucers. “Dont trust anyone or anything. Understand?”

Yuuji nods, not understanding anything that his brother is saying but trying to appease him. You pinch the bridge of your nose, also knowing that the boy is too young to understand anything. “That’s horrible advice. You are going to give him trust issues. And what’s with the tiger?”

“It’s a metaphor.”

You stare incredulously at your boyfriend. “Metaphor for what? That’s the worst metaphor I have ever heard.”

Sukuna shrugs. “Metaphor for life. Maybe you aren’t smart enough to keep up with my intellectual comparisons.” He holds a teasing smile, waiting for your own bite back.

“I dont want my tiger stolen!” Yuuji pipes up, and you spare him a glance, shaking your head and reassuring him that his tiger plush, which he does not own, will not be stolen from him. Sukuna continues to taunt him, and the two of you begin to bicker back and forth. Not with harmful intent, simply mindlessly arguing over something stupid such as a tiger plushie and the definition of metaphors.

Yuuji doesn’t say anything, head whipping back and forth to try and keep up with the conversation that he barely understands. But, eventually, after a minute of listening, he grows bored with the lack of attention on him, so he raises his hand and says, “I need to go potty!”

Sukuna groans, knowing that you will now be preoccupied with the boy again and has successfully lost your attention to a toddler. But you ignore the man and pick the boy up again, slightly frowning at him. “You need to go to the bathroom?”

“Uh-huh!”

Sukuna makes a show of how annoyed he is, but he also needs to go, so he doesn't complain too much. The three of you walk over to the moveable trailers that house the restrooms, with Yuuji holding your hand behind you as he points to every tiger stuffed animal you guys see on the way.

When the three of you arrive, you nod at Sukuna before walking yourself and Yuuji over to the women’s restroom. The boy always came with you, being too young to go into the males alone.

But Sukuna loves to make a show, so the second the two of you start walking in the opposite direction from him, he says, “Brat, where do you think you are going?”

Yuuji turns to him, still holding onto your hand, now with his head cocked to the side. “Potty?

Sukuna grabs onto the boy’s hood and starts pulling him away from you. “You are a man. You go to the men’s bathroom. Let’s go.”

The toddler was not considered a man under any circumstances, so you raise your eyebrows at Sukuna. It only meant that he was now the one to help Yuuji. So, you shrug, wave him goodbye, and say, “Good luck!” before you turn back to the women’s restroom.

Yuuji seems to look concerned as he was dragged away from you, considering he always goes with you to the bathroom, but he quickly grabs onto Sukuna’s pants, knowing that he may be left behind if he doesn’t.

And so the two of them went on with their business. The toddler nearly runs out of the bathroom, excited to go on the rides once again, but Sukuna barks a command for the kid to stay close, causing the boy to whine, but grab onto Sukuna again. The two of them wait for you in front of the women’s restroom.

Five minutes go by, and you are still not out. It took a long time, considering that the two of them took longer than usual because Sukuna sucks at helping the kid. But, Sukuna knows better than to complain; it could be “girl” problems like you often say.

Ten minutes go by, and now Sukuna is tapping his feet against the pavement while Yuuji presses his face to Sukuna’s side, fingers inside his mouth from nerves. “Brother, where is she?”

Sukuna ignores the boy, and calls your phone. He hears the annoying sound of your ringtone come from his back pocket, and he tilts his head back and groans. Of course, you would leave your phone with him in this situation. Yuuji blinks at him, confused as to what is happening. But then, Sukuna takes a step forward to an elderly woman approaching the bathroom, describes your appearance, and tells her your name so that she can help look for you in the restroom.

Two minutes go by, and the woman comes out and shakes her head. You weren’t in there. Sukuna’s eyes widen, before he tears himself from the wall with a sigh. He mumbles out, “If your ass goes missing, I am going to kill you.” and Yuuji’s own eyes widen at the prospect.

“Y/N m-missing?”

Sukuna grabs onto the boy’s wrist and begins to drag him away from the bathroom. “Not for long. Dont be useless. Keep your eyes open for her.”

And so, the two of them began to walk around the park for you. Yuuji had whined out that Sukuna was walking too fast and was holding onto his wrist too tightly, but it was just due to the stress of the situation. So, without letting the boy prepare himself, Sukuna reaches down and snatches him up, placing him onto his side. “Dont get used to it. Your ass is just too slow. Keep looking.”

Yuuji just nods, frowning and resting his head on Sukuna’s shoulder. If this were any other circumstance Yuuji would be buzzing with excitement, loving being held in general, paired with being close to Sukuna. But you were missing, and Sukuna was incredibly tense, so Yuuji didn’t feel comforted at all.

They had been walking for ten minutes, and at this point, you were missing for almost twenty-five minutes. Sukuna was cursing under his breath, scanning the fair that housed so many people and was successfully blinding him from you. It was getting dark at this point too.

Sukuna hears sniffles in his ear, and he quickly turns to his brother, hissing out, “Dont you dare cry right now.” The last thing he needed was sobbing in his ear.

Yuuji grabs onto Sukuna’s shirt and shakes his head, trying to hold back the tears. “W-Wont cry. Won’t. Where is Y/N? Brother, I want Y/N.”

The elder, in return, grabs the back of his hair and presses the boy’s face into his neck. He holds him there while Yuuji squeezes his eyes shut and latches on tighter to the man, feeling slightly better now that he is pressed close to his brother. “I am going to find her. Just focus on not crying; I dont want snot on my neck, little pest.”

Sukuna begins to rewalk his steps, heading back to the bathroom. He was glaring at everyone who walked by that looked concerned for the toddler who was holding back tears. Sukuna just holds the boy tighter and continues to scan the crowd to no avail.

The entirety of it, Yuuji is mumbling out, “No crying. No crying. No crying.” while tears slip down his cheeks. He also tries to look for you, but the second he pulls away from the man’s skin, he seems to want to cry even more with the lack of security. So the boy remains placed in Sukuna’s neck, mumbling out to himself while Sukuna ignores him and continues to search. The hand hasn’t left the back of Yuuji’s hair.

But, at last the two of them make it back to the bathrooms where you originally were supposed to be. Sukuna spots a figure sitting on the curb, looking equally as stressed as the two of them felt, but with two stuffed animals in their hands. He lets out a deep breath, relief washing over him and his rapidly beating heart.

Yuuji turns his head to the side when Sukuna pauses, and immediately the boy’s eyes widen. His finger points to you, and he lets out an “ah!” sound. The boy begins to stir in his hold, trying to squirm away so that he can run over to you himself. But Sukuna doesn’t dare let him go, and he skylines straight toward your mopey figure.

The high-pitched sound of your name snaps you out of your thoughts, and before you can even process completely who it is, you are engulfed in a hug. The familiar scent of your boyfriend surrounds you, and you are pinned to his chest, nearly suffocating from the force of it.

Yuuji switches from Sukuna and on to you, squeezing you at an unreasonable force for someone of the age of four. He was sobbing into your shoulder while Sukuna’s hand gripped the back of your neck. But after a long moment, Sukuna pulls away and glares at you. “You idiot. Dumbass. Where the fuck did you go? Are you trying to get kidnapped? Look at what you did to the kid. Are you trying to piss me off?”

He continues to insult and curse at you, demanding an explanation. He was worried about you and this was the way he was expressing it to you. You have to simultaneously comfort the two brothers, who seemed to be a mess without you. Yuuji had you in a death hold, and you had to try to sush his cries, questioning why he was chanting, “Dont cry. Dont cry,” while nearly hyperventilating from tears. Sukuna’s hand grips your shoulder, and he is still scolding you, but every once in a while, would stop himself and force his lips onto yours for a second before pulling away and cursing at you.

Sukuna demanded you explain yourself, and so you sighed and told him the story. You didn’t need to go to the bathroom, and you saw a smaller tiger plushie at a game stand down the line. So, you headed over to the booth, wanting to surprise Yuuji with the tiger. But you continued to lose and eventually got completely absorbed into the game. You did not even know the time had passed and that your phone was not with you, having put it in Sukuna’s pocket last ride. But, after about fifteen minutes, you won not only one but two tiger plushies. When you walked back to the bathrooms, they were gone. And so you waited for them, hoping they would come back soon.

You must have came back right when they left to find you – an unlucky turn of events. Sukuna simply shakes his head at your explanation and then leans forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I am going to put a tracker on you.”

You try to lighten up the mood, petting both his and Yuuji’s hair, who is finally beginning to calm down. “It won’t work if I leave my phone with you.”

“I wouldn’t put it on your phone,” Sukuna remarks, grabbing your hand and grinning at you.

You dont have a clue what that means, so you just shake your head with a sigh. Yuuji’s eyelids are growing heavy from all the walking, the crying fit he had, and the fact that he didnt have his nap today. He leans onto your shoulder and begins to doze off, even with all of the noises.

The two tiger plushies remain on the curb. You sigh and pick them up, holding onto Yuuji’s for later, and giving Sukuna the other one. He gives you an unamused glance. “Why would I want a toy? I am a grown man.”

“Because I won it for you and to prove that not everyone is trying to steal your tiger. ” You quote, referring back to his ridiculous metaphor from before, that holds no meaning.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “It doesn’t really work.”

“Hm?”

“The metaphor. Doesn’t make any sense.”

You raise your eyebrows, surprised he admitted defeat. He must have been in a good mood since he had found you. “Yeah, I know. You failed English three out of the four years of high school. No wonder you dont know how to use metaphors.”

He pauses for a moment, thinking, and then shrugs and doesn’t say anything. You call it a win for you. The two of you exit the park, now that Yuuji was asleep and Sukuna could not be any happier to leave. You probably won’t be returning to the fair for a couple years, knowing him.

When you get home, you tuck Yuuji into bed – he was already completely out, drool coating his chin. You place the tiger stuffed animal next to him, excited to see his reaction to it in the morning.

And you were right – he did have a reaction, way too early in the morning. At 6 AM, the door of you and Sukuna’s shared room flies open, and toddler squeals fill the air. He jumps on your bed with the stuffed animal in his hands and chants, “Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!” while the two of you groan out.

Sukuna, in his half-awake state, grabs onto the boy’s ankle, sending him tumbling onto the bed when he tries to jump. But the boy merely giggles, and this time Sukuna steals the stuffed animal, places it under him, and goes back to sleep.

You are awoken with two mini hands placed on your face and the sight of Yuuji pouting. The first thing you hear that morning is, “Kuna stole my tiger!”

A second later, two tiger plushies are being chucked at the boy. The boy falls back again with an “umph!” from the force of the throw, and the bed rumbles from Sukuna’s laughs.

“If only you used that aim on the fair game,” you mumble, eyes still closed and trying to snuggle into your pillow.

“Just didn’t have the right target.” You hide a smile, not wanting to give Sukuna the satisfaction of making you laugh by insulting Yuuji.

Yuujis giggles echo in the room, and you blink at the boy. He was sitting on Sukuna’s chest now and shoving his stuffed animals in his brother’s face. “Two tigers! Two tigers!”

Sukuna groans out, shaking his head and wishing desperately that he was sleeping. “Your tigers are about to be headless in a minute if you dont stop talking.”

Yuuji shakes his head and pushes the plushies into Sukuna’s neck. “Tigers say, grrrrrrrrr! Wake up Kuna, grrrrrrr!”

The tigers somehow mysteriously go missing three hours later. You could only hope that their heads were still intact – knowing Sukuna, they probably were not.

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moonlightpetalz6 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 4 (Stygiophilia)

Character: Dio Brando x Virgin reader

Reader: Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Unprotected sex, Stygiophilia, harsh language, corruption kink, rough sex, blood, talk of religion, mentions of going to hell, degradation, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, manipulation

Stygiophilia: Arousal to the thought of hellfire and damnation.

Wc: 5,042

A/n: Yeaaaaaah I may or may not have fallen behind with my Kinktober works as this is definitely being posted on Day 5. So sorry about that! Thankfully I made sure to get both Day 4&5 written up! (I just have to edit day 5 before posting) Anyway, I tried to get all the warnings labeled and apologize if I missed anything!

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"Young miss, please slow down! A lady must not run!" You heard one of your lady-in-waiting yells after you as you happily ran through the familiar corridors of your home. You were the younger sister of Jonathan Joestar and had been sent away to an all-girls boarding school for the last three years, so you were beyond excited to see your father and older brother. As you reach the front doors to the manor, your eyes light up at the familiar sight of your older brother, a giant smile on his face as he holds his arms out to you, ready to accept your tight embrace. "Brother! I missed you!" You cried while leaping into his arms, causing the older boy to laugh as he held you securely while spinning you around. Your lady-in-waiting finally catches up, placing her hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath while trying to scold you.

"My dear sister, are you still causing trouble for people? What's the point of sending you to such a high-class school if you refuse to listen!" Jonathan laughs while playfully ruffling your hair. You pout, pushing his hand away as you stick your tongue out playfully, earning another bright smile from the brother you admired with all your heart. "I have so much I wish to talk about! Where is father?!" You cheered, looking around, wishing to tell him your stories. Jonathan frowns as he leads you into the manor by wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. "Y/n father's condition appears to be getting worse…he is now bedridden." Your eyes go wide in horror as you quickly take off towards your father's room, ignoring your brother's calls for you to wait.

You run up the stairs, shoes slipping off due to your rush, causing you to stumble a bit, but you pay them no mind as you go and push the doors to the room open, not bothering to knock. "Father!" You called tears in your eyes as you looked at the weak figure of your father sitting peacefully in his bed. "Ah, Y/n, my dear, you've come home!" Your father greets you with a small smile before coughing. You rush to his bedside and carefully place your hands on his. "Oh, Father, why didn't you tell me your condition worsened? I would have rushed to your side to help you recover!" Your father only smiles at your words as he gently runs his hand over your hair, comforting your anxious heart.

"That is exactly why I didn't write about it to you. Your studies in becoming a proper lady are far more important than this small illness." He declares, watching as your brows knit together in annoyance. Before you can give any protest to his words, he cuts you off, his gaze averting to one of the corners of the room. "Besides, I had your brothers here to help me. Isn't that right, Dio and Jonathan?" He asks with a soft smile. Your body stiffens at the name of the boy your father had taken into your home. You hated how your father addressed Dio as your brother, for you had never seen or accepted him as anything else but a cruel, uncaring man who took advantage of your father's kind nature. Slowly, you become aware of your father's presence and the other two who stood in the room with you. "That's right, Father. I have ensured to care for him, so you don't need to fret Y/n." Your body shivered, and blood ran cold at the familiar, sickening voice of Dio.

You slowly turn towards where the voice came from, your eyes locked with those dark, cold brown eyes that still torment you years later. “I see…thank you…” You whisper, trailing off as you never knew how to properly converse with the man whose eyes always stared deep into your soul. Dio gives you a smirk as he takes a few steps towards your form. You feel your heart racing with each step, your nerves screaming for you to move or run, but you can't. Thankfully, Jonathan, who had been silently standing by the door this whole time, moves to stand protectively by your side. Dio frowns at this while pretending to look hurt at the two of you. "What is it, Jonathan? I wish to give our dear Y/n a welcoming hug like you and Father." He defends a fake smile on his face as he outstretched his arms to you, expecting your sweet embrace.

You hesitate, eyes trailing to your brother, who looks down at you; worry fills his eyes. You devise an excuse to avoid hugging the man but stop when you feel your father gently squeeze your hands, earning your full attention. "Go on, Y/n! It's rude not to greet everyone, is it not?" You cringe at your father's words, knowing it would only cause problems for his health if you continued to avoid the man, he tried calling son. With a stiff nod, you slowly stand from the side of the bed, hands placed in front of you as you nervously fidget with your fingers and slowly take a few steps toward the much bigger man who looks at you with mischievous eyes. You bite your lip as you shakily bring your arms up for a hug. Dio quickly pulls you close to his chest in an extraordinarily tight and possessive hug.

"Welcome home, Y/n. We've all missed you dearly." You cringe at the fake joy in his voice, knowing it was all an act to get on your father's good side. Dio smirks as he leans his mouth close to your ear, whispering in a tone that no one else could hear. "I don't care how long it takes…you will submit to me." He growls darkly, causing your eyes to widen as you try to pull away from him but fail due to his tight grip. Dio smirks, finding your resistance adorable before his eyes lock with Jonathan, who glared at the two of you, not trusting Dio's intentions after having stumbled upon Dio and you years ago in the manor library. You hadn't done anything as Dio was the one who had you pinned to the bookshelf, his lips pressed angrily to yours. It was a sight Jonathan would never forget as he kept his pure and innocent sister far away from the man.

"I think that's enough, don't you, Dio?" Your brother asked while pulling you away from the blonde's grasp, causing Dio's lip to twitch in annoyance. "Of course, I'm just so excited to see the Joestar's sweet angel return to the manor after so long." He apologized, though you both knew it wasn't sincere. Jonathan frowned before leading you towards the door, stating that he would take you to your room as he assumed you were tired after such a long ride back. You bid goodbye to your father, ignoring Dio, who looked at you with dark and impure eyes. When you leave the room, Dio grits his fists at his side before licking his lip with amusement.

'Still clinging to that brother of yours like he'll be there forever. I'll have my chance my dear just you wait.'

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It had been a few weeks since you came back home. Thankfully, you didn't run into Dio much besides when you visited your father, or Jonathan was around to act as your shield. However, to your dismay, your older brother went off to try and find a cure due to your father's worsening condition, leaving you alone and defenseless. "Y/n, my dear, it's getting late. You should go and get some sleep; I'll be fine!" Your father laughed, trying to rid the frown that blemished your features. "But father, how can I sleep?! Your condition is worsening, and your brother has been gone for days without a word! I worry for both of you!" You cry, gripping his hands. Your father smiles before heavily coughing, causing your heart to ache.

"You've always been such a kind and caring girl, Y/n. I know your mother would be so proud to see the pure and elegant girl you've become." His confession shocks you at the mention of your deceased mother. You and Jonathan were half-siblings, neither having met your mothers due to the accident and your mother's illness. You always remembered the staff whispering badly about her because they were so in love with Jonathan's late mother. This left you feeling alone and secluded from everyone until your brother happily reached a handout for you. Since childhood, you made it a point to be a good and obedient daughter and sister to your family, not wanting to cause any problems. Of course, you would lie if you said being a good girl was easy.

"Now, give me your perfect smile before I get some rest!" Your father cheered, snapping you from your thoughts. You let out a small sigh before putting on that bright smile everyone seemed to love so much. With an approving nod, your father bids you goodnight as you silently walk back to your corridors. 'But I don't want to smile right now, father…I want to scream and cry…I want to feel sadness and anger. I want to scream at the heavens for cursing our family with such traffic fates.' You are shocked by the last thought as you quickly shake your head and slap your cheeks as you enter your room. "Don't think like that, Y/n! It's not good to think such things." You scold yourself as you lock the door before changing into one of your nightgowns.

"Oh? Do tell what things our angel might be thinking?" Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach at the sudden voice lurking in the corner of your room. You slowly turn to see Dio perched against your wall, his eyes shining from the moon's light. "D-Dio?! What are you doing in my room?!" You yelled, taking a step back as you glanced towards your door. Dio followed your eyes just as fast, a dark smirk coming to his lips as he let out an amused chuckle, carefully pushing himself away from the wall. "Father has been voicing concerns about you since Jonathan left. So, I thought I would do him a favor and keep you company." He excused himself as he made his way between you and the door. Your eyes narrow with his word choice as you clench your fists at your sides.

"Don't address him like that when we both know you don't see the Joestar home as a family." You declared feeling yourself growing angry at the situation. Dio looks at you with an emotion flashing past his eyes, one you don't recognize due to the room's darkness. He lets out an amused chuckle while running a hand through his hair, his face falling to one of annoyance, eyes darker than usual as he looks down at you, clicking his tongue. "I see that annoying eye of yours is still as sharp as ever, brat." He spat, finally showing his true colors like when he first arrived in your lives. "Though you must admit I've become a great actor." He joked. Before you could react, Dio's form was looming over yours. His eyes narrowed as he roughly took your wrist, holding it up towards his chest as he glared at you.

"Since we're on the topic…why don't you drop that pure angel act of yours?" Dio watched as your usually bright hues darkened all light, leaving them as you looked at him with a frown. "I do not like what you are insinuating Dio. Now, I must ask you to leave my room." You demanded your words cold as ice, holding no warmth for the man before you. Dio felt his chest puff with pride and joy as he got to see this expression for a second time. He remembers first seeing the dark look in your eyes when he stumbled upon you in the library years ago. The way you stared coldly at the books before you, not a single sight of joy to be seen. It excited him knowing that there was a darker side to the Joestars family within the girl whom everyone always spoke so purely of. He wanted to see more of it, more of the girl whose life has been dedicated to portraying a false sense of joy.

"There it is…" Dio whispered, his grip on your wrist tightening as he went and threw you onto the bed, causing a small gasp to leave your lips as you fell onto the soft surface. As you tried to get up, Dio sat on top of you, his legs trapping your smaller form as he gripped your wrists above your head, his face inches from yours as he looked at you with a sadistic grin on his face. The lack of distance allowed you to examine Dio's features closely. You couldn't deny that he was an attractive man and that you had once found yourself crushing on him, but due to his sick personality, you tried pushing the thought deep into the back of your mind.

"Tell me, does being so good to those who hate you get tiresome?" He asked, watching as your eyes widened in surprise. "What? Did you think I wouldn't notice how the staff treated you over the years? How they look at you with detest." Dio mocked his free hand, going to grab your chin, making it so you could not ignore him. You grit your teeth, anger filling your body as he mocked your hard work to be the perfect girl for your family, all the nights you spent wishing to be accepted by everyone. He would welcome you. To him, you were something to treasure and keep close to; he wanted all of it for himself.

"Dio, let me go this instant! I won't let you make a fool of me!" You yelled while trying to escape his grasp. Dio hummed, amused, as he leaned closer to your face, his lips inches away. "You're so cute; begging like anything could get you out of this." he mused before placing his lips roughly against your own. Your eyes went wide, remembering the last time this happened. How aggressive he was with you, the look in his eyes like a predator wanting to claim what's his. You whine into the kiss, your body reacting in a strange way as you feel a wave of heat rush to your skin. Dio hums, pulling away from the kiss as he watches the saliva still connecting you start to thin. "It must be so exhausting…being an angel." He confesses while carefully sliding his thumb across your bruising lips. He watches your face show surprise at his words, internally grinning as he finds your weak spot.

"Tell me…what was it you were thinking earlier, angel? Was it something impure?" He hoped his words were right as he watched your eyes shift away. You said nothing as you tried processing everything at once. Your silence annoyed Dio as he went and slid his tongue down your neck, his ears taking in your surprised gasp as you tried to squirm away, your legs pressing together. "Does the Joestars' pure and innocent child actually have a filthy mind?" He teased as he went and bit down on your soft spot, feeling himself grow excited when a moan slipped past your lips. "N-no! It's not like that! I don't think that way!" You pleaded, the feeling of his lips sucking on your skin, causing your cheeks to heat up as a strange tingling begins in your lower half. "Oh? Then tell me, if not that, then what? What could be plaguing that innocent mind of yours?" He coos his grip on your wrist tightening as his head moves towards your chest.

Your eyes widened as your heart started speeding up when you realized what he was planning. "It was only for a moment! I cursed the heavens, but I was wrong!" You confessed, hoping it would allow you to catch Dio off guard. However, your words caused something to snap inside Dio's mind as he looked down at you surprised, his heart rate rising as he felt his pants start to feel tighter as he took in your words. "Cursing the heavens? Isn't that a grave sin with you people who worship that God of yours?" He asks, unable to stop the growing smirk, his eyes glossing over with lust as he takes in how pure you looked trapped under him in that white nightgown that fit you perfectly. Your cheeks are deep red due to the unknown feelings starting up within.

"Tell me, angel…has a man ever touched you?" His question causes you to fume with embarrassment as you look away from him, not wanting to answer such a vulgar question. "H-How could you say such filthy things?!" You cried your mind spinning from the situation. Dio's eyes narrowed as he licked his lips, his hand releasing your wrists, catching you by surprise as you looked up at him with confusion. "So, this body is still pure?" He asks with a voice filled with amusement as he trails his hands from your shoulders down to your breasts, roughly massaging them over your precious nightgown. Your eyes widen as you quickly slap a hand over your mouth, muffling the moans that escape from the unknown feeling.

"Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?" he muses, going and grinding against you, the bulge in his pants becoming evident as he finds himself tainting the pure body of Jonathan's most precious treasure. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the sinful sounds that tug at your throat. "N-no, stop it…AH!" Your back arches when Dio suddenly pulls the nightgown down, exposing your breasts to the cool air sending a chill throughout your body. Dio chuckles as he taunts you, clicking his tongue as he shakes his head. "This isn't good…for such a pure body; it sure is acting filthy to my touch." He sighed as he took the perked buds between his thumbs and index fingers, making sure to pinch and pull at them, watching as your body reacted innocently to his actions. "I-I's not my fault!" You tried to defend yourself, though you couldn't help but rub your legs together at his words. 'What's happening? Why am I getting so worked up?' You thought, not understanding your body at all.

"This body is untrained…safe from the fires of Satan." Dio starts before repositioning himself so that he can slide his hand under your nightgown, his fingers ghosting over the dampening fabric as he latches onto one of the perked buds, making sure to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, listening as you let out a loud cry your hands going to grip at his blonde strands. "S-stop! This is wrong!" You pleaded, though your mind couldn't help but betray you as multiple lewd thoughts started plaguing your mind, causing the spot between your thighs to spread against the thin fabric. Dio ignored you as his fingers went and started poking at your panties, chuckling when your thighs squeezed his hand.

"Careful, Y/n," Dio started as he pulled away from the mound of flesh with a pop, his tongue lapping at the hard bud with a dark smirk on his face as he looked up to see your lustful expression. He feels his bulge twitch as he presses his fingers past your panties, sliding them up and down your wet folds. "If you're too loud, everyone will know the sinful act you're committing. Do you want your father to know his angel is falling?" Dio laughed, finding his actions to be a rush as one finger pressed down on your clit, causing your eyes to roll back as you covered your lips with both hands, body shaking. Dio watches his sadistic grin, reaching his eyes that are wide with amusement as he lets out another booming laugh.

"Did you just cum Y/n? What a fucking slut." He growled as he twirled a finger around your freshly dripping hole, refusing to take his eyes away from yours as he watched you come down from your high. "I want you to listen to this, Y/n. Listen to how sinful your pussy is for me right now." He mumbled before slipping a digit inside. You whine in discomfort at the sudden intrusion, tears pricking your eyes from the feeling of Dio's thick finger roughly thrusting in and out of you. "Heh, does it hurt angel? Does having my finger inside this once untouched pussy feel strange?" His words are cruel as he watches your body, once pure and untouched, slowly form into an obedient toy just for him. "D-Dio…" Your words cut off as he slaps a hand over your face, eyes narrowed as he growls against your ear, his finger moving faster as you moan into his palm. "Shut up and listen, angel." He growls before adding another finger to stretch your tight walls further. "Do you hear that Y/n?" He questions while biting your earlobe, giving it a slight pull. You listen, your juices echoing off the walls of the dark room, filling your ears as Dio continues to invade you with his fingers.

"Listen to your sin, darling~" He sings, going to curl the tips of his fingers, causing a deep rumble in your throat as you look up at him, eyes no longer holding any innocent emotions as you allow your mind to be consumed by lust. You can't think straight as you go and stick your tongue out against his palm, the wet muscle licking against his rough skin, causing Dio to lick his lips as a low growl escapes his throat. "Filthy fucking girl. You're nothing but a sinful whore." He spat, looking down at you with disgust, but really, it drove him crazy. He was ruining you, the girl who always held such a beautiful smile, eyes shining so bright with love and joy now dimmed and corrupted, all thanks to him. No one else could ruin you like he was going to. He feels your walls spasm against his fingers, indicating you have orgasmed for the second time.

Dio pulls his fingers out, putting them inches from your face as he wiggles them around, allowing you to see how your juices coated them. "Look at them, Y/n. Your slutty juices are everywhere." He laughs before pulling down your panties as he goes and removes his clothing. You don't say anything as you lay there eyes half-lidded as you try to recover from all the pleasure flooding your mind. Dio notices your dazed-out expression, causing him to frown as he goes and smacks your cheek, causing your gaze to fall on him. "Don't you dare clock out on me now, you brat." He growls, going and spreading your legs wide enough for him to take in just how wet your pussy was. "Fuck so filthy, Y/n." He growls while giving his cock a few pumps, precum leaking from the slit.

You stare at him, trying to process what his next move is going to be. Dio smirked as he went and slid the tip between your folds, his cock becoming drenched from your messy pussy. It soon clicks what he plans on doing, and you look at him, panic written across your face. "N-No! You can't!" You cry, trying to move away from his giant figure. Dio scoffs as he roughly grabs you by the hips, pulling you back into place as his tip pokes at your entrance. He cups your cheek, eyes filled with a dark desire as he takes in your fearful expression, the tears in your eyes making him want to fuck you until they can't produce anymore. "Look at me, Y/n." He demands, watching as you obediently do as told, making him relish in his control over your once pure mind, now filled with corrupt thoughts of him. All him.

"I want to see you fall to hell with me, angel." His words were severe, eyes not leaving yours. You felt your chest tighten as his words caused your pussy to twitch. "Fall…to hell?" You whispered as if in a trance. Dio smirks, leaning his body over yours as he kisses the tears from your face. "Yes, my dear~ The two of us will be bound together for all eternity, our bodies burning from the flames of our sins~" He growled, pressing his lips to yours in a possessive and needy kiss. You whimper slowly opening your mouth to allow his tongue entry as he hungrily searched every corner of your mouth. "So, fall with me, angel…fall from the heavenly pedestal your family has placed you on and be damned to hell with just me by your side." He moaned into the kiss before pressing his cock into your virgin pussy.

Your eyes bulge from the intense pain as you grip Dio's biceps, your nails digging into his skin, drawing small amounts of blood, tears running down your cheeks as you cry into the kiss. Dio growls, eyes squeezing shut from how tight you were, his dick throbbing at the fact he was taking your virginity from you. Your pure body now destroyed by his corrupt one. He relishes that you will never be able to join your loved ones in heaven. You were all his forever. "I-it hurts!" You cry when he pulls away from the kiss. Your lips were bruised and swollen, eyes puffy and filled with tears as your cheeks flushed red and your body trembled. You were ruined, absolutely destroyed, and he loved it. "That's right, angel…feel all that pain, isn't it freeing?" Dio purred before moving his hips. You whine from the pain, wanting it to go away as you reach a handout towards him.

Dio snatched your hand, bringing it to his face as he inhaled your scent before locking eyes with you as he sunk his teeth into your flesh, watching you flinch as his thrusts became more aggressive. "Mmh~ Dio, your cock hurts! Please take it out!" You whine, though it falters when the pain turns into pleasure. "It's dirty! So dirty!" You cry, your legs wrapping around his waist and pushing him closer to you, causing his cock to go even deeper inside your impure pussy. You moan tossing your head back, mouth hanging open as drool falls from your chin. Dio watches you with an evil grin as he roughly grabs your hips, sure to leave bruises later. "That's right, angel fall with me! Join me in a world full of sin where just the two of us can rule!" He moans out, loving that he was destroying you. The girl he's had eyes on for seven years was not being roughly fucked underneath him.

You moan too fucked out to care who heard you anymore as you think of what awaits you once you are to leave this world. "I'm going to burn in hell, Dio~ my pussy is being fucked by a man I'm not married to!" You moaned out, unable to hold back your thoughts as a smile formed on your face from the idea of burning in the hot flames. Dio curses as his gaze travels down to where his cock disappeared inside you, his eyes narrowing when he sees the blood mixed with your juices leaking from his shaft down onto your once clean sheets. "He leans forwards, capturing one of your hands in his as he pounds into your abused pussy deep pants, leaving his lips as he takes you all in with his eyes. "Fall with me, angel…do you like that? The thought of being burned by hell's flames? Your pussy is sucking my dick so good, darling~" Dio coos as he kisses your neck, leaving marks wherever he can.

Your body shutters at the thought eyes in the back of your head, a giant smile on your face as you imagine your body being burned for the pleasure you were receiving in this life. Dio looks down at you, his heart racing about how you reacted to his words and actions. He loved that you were finally showing your true self to the you who worked so hard to be so suitable for everyone. Now you were good for just him. "Think about it, Y/n. You no longer have to please those worthless staff who treated you like the devil…because now you're my beautiful fallen angel…my sinful darling~" Dio growled, his cock twitching as he felt himself reaching his limit. You say nothing as you cry and moan, your stomach tightening for the third time.

'That's right… I'm no longer their angel…I can finally be free from this suffocating cage.' You thought tears formed in your eyes as they slid down the damn skin onto your messy sheets. "You'll be so beautiful screaming in agony~" Dio confesses the thought causing him to curse as his cock swelled inside you, his throat tightening as a vein popped out. "Fuck… I'm going to cum inside your filthy pussy Y/n!" He laughed, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You whined as he went and tossed your legs over his shoulders, the new position causing him to press against your womb. Your eyes went wide as you felt something inside you snap your juices spraying all over Dio's cock as a puddle stained the sheets. Your vision went white, no sound leaving your lips as your body violently shook.

Dio laughs like crazy after witnessing you squirt all over him, his voice echoing throughout the room. "Hahaha! Sorry JoJo! Looks like I've turned your precious little sister into such a sinful devil fit just for my cock~" He laughs manically before gripping your face with one hand as he looks at you with that sadistic look back on his face. He feels himself reach his limit as he cums deep inside your pussy, his cum filling you up.

"Look at me Y/n. I want to see you fall to hell with me darling~"

#jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x female reader #dio brando #jjba dio #fanfic #fanfiction #fem reader #x reader #smut #jjba smut #dio brando x reader #dio brando x y/n #dio brando smut #kinktober 2023

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months ago

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Am I the asshole for using very harsh words after trying to defend my sister?

So, me (17F) have a little sister (14F) and we study on the same school. My sister is usually very shy, but a very fun kid to be around when you meet her. She's kind, smart and very funny. She knows how to fight when she has to protect someone (me, our cousins, etc) because she is a very loyal person, but she doesn't know how to even yell when someone fights to her. She gets embarrassed easily and gets nervous, she chooses to ignore.

She's chubby (which it doesn't make her any less beautiful) and she already faced some unfunny jokes from other people before, which made her insecure about her body, but something so serious never happened to her... Until two weeks ago. So, I was hanging around with my friends, going back to my classroom when the school break was over. But one of my sister's little friend came to me and told my sister was crying in the bathroom and didn't wanted to get back to class.

My heart skipped a beat and I ran straight to the bathroom. When I got there, my sister's nerd little friends were all around her trying to talk to her, and she was there: her head hidden in her hands and hipcupping so much she couldn't even talk to me. One of her friends told me there was a girl in her class (let's call her Amanda) that was bullying her for at least a month, but now Amanda got worse: she called my sister an ugly cow in front of the whole class and said my sister's ginger hair looks bad. And Amanda also put chewed gum in her hair. Man, my vision got red. I was out of the bathroom before anyone could stop me and the only thing I heard was my sister telling me to don't go. But it didn't matter. That friend (the one that came to me to tell me about my sister) was following me and told which one of the kids walking to the classroom was Amanda. When I laid my eyes on Amanda, I realized that I've seen her around the school halls before. I know her kind: those young girls that are not even on highschool but try to act older. Using long ass nails and talking loudly about inappropriate things so she can be that girl. I tapped her back, she turned to me and I said "Are you the bitch bothering [my sister's name]?" and... Well, that's when the chaos began.

Basically, all the kids from her class and other classes were watching it all. Amanda was still acting all tough and saying she was just joking, that my sister was too weak to handle the truth and told me to fuck off. I also said some shit to her (I'm not gonna say some words because I think is inappropriate even for tumblr, but the least offensive thing I said was that she needed to grow tf up. And I called her a whore). But there was something that now is a water divider. Amanda is black and has a afro hair, that's always in a Black Power style. and I'm not racist. Never been. I don't even know what happened in this specific moment, but I was so done with her attitude that I think maybe I lost my head a bit? Amanda was trying to play victim saying I was making this a big deal. My sister's friend (that was having my back the whole fight) threw in Amanda's face that she got gum stuck on my sister hair, and Amanda said "yes, and? What she [and proceeded to point at me] gonna do about that, huh? try to stick gum in my hair too?" and I said "I don't need the gum, a comb can do the work already. Can you even pet your head without losing your hand?"

For a moment is like everyone went silent.

And the in the next moment, Amanda was screaming her lungs in the hall, yelling "fuck you". And said "not so fun when somebody makes fun of your hair now, right bitch?". Anyway, the teaches broke up the fight, everyone went back to class (and gladly my sister went back to class with no problem, her friends had her back). Amanda got detention and the principal will have some serious talk with Amanda and her mom (that wasn't any happy about her daughter behaving like a bully). Like I said, that was two weeks ago. Everything went to normal but some people still talk about it. My friends say that I am right, but they're saying I should be more careful next because what I said was racist. I didn't even realised how bad that sounded until now, because when the fight was happening, I could only thinking about different ways I could jump in her throat. My other friend said that he thought it was good that I said that, because, racist or not, now the girl will think twice before hating someone's hair too. My teacher (one of the teachers that broke up the fight) said she was at my side, but that I should be more careful because I I ran the risk of losing my reason.

Now I'm seriously thinking, I'm feelling kind of guilty now. Was I the asshole or not? Saying that was a bad move, even if my intention was just making her taste her own medicine?

#aita #am i the asshole

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l0velybvnny · 7 months ago

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will we ever find a way to make our time last forever?

summary: y/n an average student is assigned a mission for the promotion of grade two. what happens when she dies on the mission and ten years later satoru finds her standing in-front of him? she’s supposed to be dead.

paring: curse y/n x satoru gojo

word count: 1184

y/n was ordinary. she was an ordinary sorcerer grade three, had ordinary grades average looks but she was content she had the best friends in the world in her eyes.

suguru, satoru and shoko her best friends. sure at times she would feel less than them how could she not? shoko was an excellent rct user and suguru and satoru were special grade sorcerers with incredible techniques. how could she not feel less less than them at times it was normal.

of course, they always reassured her. satoru might’ve been rude in some eyes but she knows he tried her best to comfort her with his own ways. shoko by far understood her the most which helped in a lot of ways and of course suguru was calming, pointing out the pros in her strength she was always grateful for the young man he seemed to help her get out of dark places.

so why couldn’t she help him? why was she the last to find out he massacred that village. one hundred and twelve people. her best friend— of course she noticed how he was different after the stat plasma failed mission but there was no way, she shouted at satoru not believing him one bit when he told her taking it as one of his stupid pranks only when she saw his oddly serious expression she began to splutter over her words in shock running away to her dorm room as she covered her ears ignoring his yells for her.

as the days grew, the remaining three grew apart satoru deemed as the strongest was constantly on missions. shoko had more patients than ever and when she didn’t she was spend more of her free time doing whatever in the laboratory safe to say y/n didn’t see her supposed best friends as much as she did before.

but it just so happens the higher ups wanted to promote her to grade two. finally— after so long in an excited hurry she went to go tell shoko and satoru only to not find them looking around the campus when she finally decides to forget about it she’ll tell them after her promotion she goes outside the campus looking up at the bright sky. it hadn’t been that bright in a while, she knew it was a good day with a giddy smile she runs towards the car and hops in the driver taking her to the location of her mission.

dead— is what satoru hears a few hours later from yaga. in shock his glasses fall off his nose looking at the older man in full shock his usually bright blue eyes going even more dull.

“l/n is dead, satoru she died on her mission against a special grade curse. it was unexpected no one could’ve predicted it, the curse was only supposed to be a grade two.” the man’s sighs running his fingers through his hair stressfully as he looks down at the report of his student.

“huh?!” satoru, nearly yells in shock memories flooding back to him suguru the first year haibara— now y/n? his best friend the only he had left is dead? his mouth agape as she stares at masamichi. “no—“ he splutters out recalling how he was the one who vouched for her promotion he want to congratulate her on the mission and go with her but he was to caught up in a mission which was supposedly a special grade only for it to turn out to be a grade two— did the higher ups do that? did they set her up like? for what reason? why..

masamichi senses the boys distress placing a hand on his shoulder even though satoru might be a pain in the pass he was still his student he didn’t want him to stress something he couldn’t control he to thought it was a coincidence how the missions got messed up like that but everyone in the jujutsu society knows that was no mistake they wanted to get her out the way she was another distraction to satoru gojo but of course yaga wouldn’t tell him that even if he knew he wouldn’t be salt in the wound.

“it wasn’t your fault satoru, it was a mere mistake the locations got mixed up nobody’s to blame here. he says, keeping his hand firmly placed on satorus shoulder which is now shaking.

satoru sneers at the man looking up at him through his dark sunglasses. “mere mistake? you call that a mere mistake?! that “mere mistake” cost her her life! she—“ he chokes up thinking about how much pain she must’ve be in a mere third grade against a special grade curse. storming out, satoru vows to never let anything like that ever happen to any again as long as he’s around.

nearly ten years later, he kept his promise now at twenty eighth he saved the life of yuta okkotsu and he’s postponed yuji itadoris execution until he can figure out what to do letting him be a kid for a while longer. running his fingers through his snowy hair, he walks into his apartment taking his blindfold off as he does but what he doesn’t expect is her—

y/n standing in-front of him, her usual self now ghostly a grayish blue hue even going as far to say she’s transparent her feet slightly floating above the ground. she looks exactly the same, wearing the same jujutsu tech uniform she died in expect her usual sparkly eyes are dull and lifeless she’s staring at him like she’s confused herself.

“y/n?” satoru voices in shock, taking slow careful steps towards the girl not wanting to frighten her despite the urge to wrap his arms around her— is he even able to do that in her current state? last time he check ghost aren’t real staring down at the girl as she looks up at him confusedly trying to mutter something but no words coming out she reaches out her hand and tries to grab his only for it to completely go through him furrowing her eyebrows she tries to speak again.

“s’toru?” she says her voice even different from when she was alive instead hoarse and quiet instead of the usual lively tone it used to be. satoru nods his head, pointing at himself.

“yes that’s me, what are you doing here? you’re— you’re supposed to be dead? i don’t understand?” he mutters confusedly, putting his hand up and trying to place it on her head only for it to go completely through her like she’s not there at all.

“don’t.. know..” y/n mutters confusedly, staring at him as he stares at her in poorly concealed shock his blindfold off making it much easier to see his reactions than it being on. satoru ponders for a moment, before coming to a horrible realization did— did he curse her? after all these years of not being able to properly grieve over her. shit. he did, she cursed her brought her back from the dead and made her into a cursed spirit.

#anime #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #curse reader #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x fem reader #second post!!!#maybe angsty later if anyone wants to me to continue?#cw death #gojo satoru #yn x gojo #Spotify

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moonywritez6 · 11 months ago

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Kinktober Day 4 Stygiophilia (Reupload)

Character: Dio Brando x Virgin reader

Reader: Fem Reader

Stygiophilia: Arousal to the thought of hellfire and damnation.

Wc: 5,042

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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'Still clinging to that brother of yours like he'll be there forever. I'll have my chance my dear just you wait.'

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"Look at me Y/n. I want to see you fall to hell with me darling~"

#jjba #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba dio #jjba dio brando #jjba dio x reader #jjba smut #dio brando #dio x reader #dio x y/n #dio smut #smut #fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #x reader #female reader

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d1xonss · 1 year ago

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Desert Rose

Chapter 11 ~ The Farm

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 2

✧ Word Count : 3.6k

In this chapter ~ When Rose gets shot in the stomach by a complete stranger in the forest, he becomes frantic as he pieced together what he had done. In an act of guilt and sorrow, he leads the few men back to an older white farmhouse, where they meet a few new faces who could hopefully save her life as it continued to slowly slip away.

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The moment Rose dropped to the ground; it was like the world went quiet after the ring of the gunshot. It all happened so fast Rick didn't even know what happened upon first glance, until he saw a man with a shotgun coming out of the bushes, looking frantic and fearful all at once as he stared at them with widened eyes.

Without missing a beat, Rick rushed forward and got down to her level on his knees to see she was unconscious, blood gushing out of a wound near her stomach to which he immediately put pressure on in attempts to slow the bleeding. Carl stood frozen in place as he cried, calling her name in hopes she would wake up. But she didn't. She laid perfectly still, so still they even questioned for a moment if she was even alive.

Shane's eyes panned from her body to the man still hovering by the trees, storming up towards the stranger in an instant, "What the hell was that?! What the hell?! You just shot her!" he yelled.

"I- I'm so sorry!" the man stuttered, "I was aiming for the deer, I didn't even see her until it was too late, and just-" he suddenly stopped himself, breathless and panicked. "We...we have a house not far from here, there's people there that can help your girl."

Upon hearing this, Rick wasted no time picking Rose up in his grasp and demanded the man to lead the way, Shane and Carl following close behind. With the adrenaline flowing through his veins, it felt as if she weighed nothing in his arms as he pushed himself to run as fast as he could. He almost didn't even feel the way his lungs burned, not registering how her blood was now soaking through his clothes as well. He could've sworn he could feel her heartbeat right by his chest, slowing down drastically with each passing second. Even if he pushed himself to run faster, it still didn't feel fast enough.

It seemed like they were sprinting for an eternity before a large white farmhouse started to come into view in the distance. The man could hardly keep up with them at this point, wheezing and gasping as he began to slow down, but Rick kept moving, pushing himself to the limits to get her there.

"When you get there, talk to Hershel! I'm so sorry!" the man yelled from behind them, knowing he couldn't move as quick as they wished, watching them all take off in front of him as he caught his breath.

Cutting through the large fields, nearly tripping over his own feet a handful of times, Rick finally made it close enough to the house where he caught a glimpse of a few people who watched them from the porch. It was hard to make out their appearances from a distance, but the older man standing in the middle immediately caught his attention, somehow knowing that he had to be the one that could help.

The man breathed a sigh of relief once he hit the porch steps, "Was she bit?" the blonde older woman was the first to ask.

"Shot," Rick corrected with bitterness, "By your man."

"Otis?" she asked with widened eyes.

But Rick only ignored her as he adjusted Rose in his grasp, "He said to find Hershel, is- is that you? Please help me...help my friend." he pleaded.

"Bring her inside." the old man instructed urgently, everyone instinctively following behind him inside the house, "Patricia, I need my full kit. Maggie-"

"Yeah?" the young girl asked.

"Grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol. In here." Hershel directed as he pointed towards a room next to the staircase.

Rick hurried over and set her down gently on the bed, this time really getting a better look at her than he did before. All of the color was drained from her face and there was blood smeared everywhere, pooling around her stomach as she continued to bleed.

His eyes then traveled down to his hands as he finally noticed how much was on him as well, staining his skin along with the entire front of his shirt. He seemed almost lost in his own world until he heard heavy footsteps approaching from behind, looking back in time to see Shane and Carl in the threshold. His son was still left tearful as he looked past the group of people and towards the bed where she lied, while Shane was just rendered speechless.

"Is- is she alive?" Rick asked the older man, trying to ignore the ringing in his ears.

Hershel ignored him, "Hand me the pillowcase, quick!"

Rick hesitantly followed the man's instructions, glancing between the material in his hands and the man working frantically, "Is she alive?" he asked more crucially.

He ignored him again, "Fold it, make a pad. Put pressure on the wound." he instructed before pulling out a stethoscope and holding it up to her chest for a few seconds as he listened, "I've got a heartbeat but it's faint." he informed.

Patricia then pushed past everyone as she entered the room, "I got it, step back." she spoke gently as she maneuvered around them.

Rick did as he was told and stepped away slightly, never taking his eyes off of her. He only prayed that she would be okay, that she would somehow push through this unexpected turn of events. He didn't want to lose anyone else, as the guilt of everything was starting to build beyond control, weighing him down even further enough to feel like he was drowning.

"What's your name?" Hershel suddenly asked him.

"Uh- Rick, I'm Rick." he muttered before looking over to his son and his best friend still standing in the doorway, "And this is Shane, and my son Carl." he finished.

"Alright, we're going to do everything we can, okay? For now, you need to give us some space." he advised.

Rick nodded absentmindedly and backtracked out of the room, making his way out onto the porch, trying to process the situation now that it was out of his control. This was the first time he felt like he was able to breathe since everything unleashed, knowing that she was getting help she needed. He then saw Otis coming up towards the house, his shotgun hung loosely in his grip and his breathing still heavy.

"Is she alive?" he asked frantically.

Rick just nodded his head and Otis made a beeline inside the house; the same time Shane trailed back out. Rick wiped the sweat that was beating down from his forehead, realizing only seconds later that he was still coated with her blood.

"You got blood man." Shane muttered, trying to wipe the metallic liquid off of his friend's face, knowing the guilty look he had in his eye before he even uttered a word.

Rick shook his head, "It's...this is all my fault." he mumbled to himself.

"Hey no, no, don't think like that, okay?" Shane tried to argue, "This was all just a giant accident."

"I'm the one who asked her to come with us, she wouldn't be in there if- if-"

"It ain't your fault." Shane interrupted sternly, "You think you can control everything, but you can't, man. Some things are just way too far beyond that."

Rick swallowed his words as he tried to accept what he was hearing, not having a chance to respond before Hershel came outside rather quickly, "Do either of you know her blood type?"

The two men just stood there blankly, not knowing what to say. Neither of them had known her long enough to know her favorite song let alone what her blood type was. The old man took their silence as a no, frowning as he tried to think of another solution.

"Do you have anyone else? A group?" he asked as both men nodded their heads urgently, "Do you know if any of them are a universal donor?" Hershel asked.

"Man, no we don't know! We're too busy out there trying to survive to know what's running through everyone's veins." Shane was quick to snap.

"No, no, there is someone. My wife Lori...she's O negative." Rick informed shakily. "She used to donate blood from time to time."

"Where is she?" Hershel asked immediately.

"They're uh...around somewhere in the woods by the nearest highway, they could be anywhere at this point." Rick stated.

"Alright we need to get her here, and fast." Hershel said with a pointed look before heading back inside the house.

Rick and Shane both followed slowly behind the man, stepping back into the room to see him checking her pulse again, while Patricia was quickly setting up an IV for her. Carl was just on the other side of the bed, holding her hand as he gazed at her face. Rick's heart somehow broke further upon seeing this, noticing how much this was affecting his son.

"Is she going to be okay?" Carl asked nervously.

"Hopefully, yes." Hershel nodded.

He then went on to explain how the deer had slowed the bullet down drastically, essentially saving her life. But the somehow the small piece of lead had broken up into many pieces inside her and he needed to get them out as soon as possible, otherwise she could suffer from severe blood poisoning. He counted six fragments that he needed to remove, but he didn't trust himself to do it unless she had a blood transfusion and the right equipment.

Hearing this all at once made their heads spin with the amount of information, though one thing was for certain, they knew they would do just about anything to keep her breathing. They just needed to get Lori back here. And fast.

Miles away in the forest, Daryl was leading the small group who were still looking for the girl, but so far, they hadn't found a trace. He was slowly getting tired from being out in the harsh sun all day, tired of hearing the others whine and complain, and though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he missed having Rose here among the rest. He wasn't happy to see her go along with Rick and Shane, but they did have a good reason to take her. Her skill to track wasn't something to take for granted.

"Are you still worrying about it?" Andrea suddenly spoke.

Daryl glanced back, seeing the worried look on Lori's face, "It was a gunshot." she responded, turning back to look in the direction it sounded from for the fifteenth time.

Oh yeah, that. Daryl had to admit, he too was a little worried ever since they heard the unexpected sound from just a few miles away. But he tried not to think about it too much, otherwise that would cause the others to panic more, and what they needed to do was keep moving.

"We all heard it." Daryl responded dryly with a roll of his eyes.

"Why one, why just one gunshot?" Lori asked.

Daryl's eyes widened in annoyance, "I dunno, maybe they took down a walker."

"Please don't patronize me. You know Rick wouldn't risk a bullet to put down one walker, and you know Rose wouldn't either. They would do it quietly." Lori snapped.

His heart dropped when hearing the mention of her name. He had to admit Lori was right, they weren't stupid. But he couldn't do anything about it now when he was leading half the group back towards the highway.

"I'm sure they'll hook up with us back at the RV." Andrea reassured the worrying mother.

And with that they all kept moving, trying not to think about the sound that left a ringing in their ears, and worry in their hearts.

Back at the farmhouse, the realization of the situation began to set in for Rick and he started blaming himself even further than before if that were possible. He ranted to Shane about how he never should've let her come with, even if she was useful to help, she should've stayed back with the others where she was guaranteed to be safe.

He didn't want her to die, he couldn't let her die. He felt so torn up about everything. From the CDC, to losing Sophia, to now potentially losing Rose. It was all too much.

But their words were cut off abruptly by an ear-piercing scream coming from the bedroom, causing them both to freeze. With the way it sounded, someone could've easily mistaken her cries as if someone was torturing her, causing everything else around them to be still for a moment.

The two didn't hesitate to then jump to their feet and rush back into the room, only to find Rose crying and thrashing on the bed, visible tears streaming down her face.

"I'm getting one of the pieces out." Hershel informed the men that just entered the room.

Carl was still holding her hand tightly as she pushed through, finding himself growing emotional all over again upon seeing her in so much excruciating pain. Her screams were deafening, almost making the rest of them feel her suffering too.

Rose then began flinching too much, unable to take the burning sensation and Hershel quickly called out for someone to help hold her down. There was tension and obvious hesitation present in the room before Rick regrettably stepped forward, instructing Carl to move out of the way. Shane was quick to grab a hold of him, forcing the kid to look away.

Rick leaned over and held her in place by her shoulders as she continued to wail, ducking his head down as he could no longer look at her like this. He couldn't take it anymore.

She yelped again, "Fuck- what are you doing to me?!" she managed to get out through her sobs.

Rick shook his head aggressively in frustration, "Stop! Stop- you're killing her!" he yelled.

"Rick, do you want her to live?!" Hershel shouted right back, still struggling to get the piece out of her with one of his tools.

He was unable to respond as he watched the man fish out the piece from her body, hoping that it would be over with soon. Her body then seemed to not be able to endure it any longer as she slowly passed out cold again, while Hershel finally got a hold of one of the fragments, picking it clean from her insides.

"One down, five to go," the man breathed, "She'll need more blood soon, we need to get your wife here as soon as possible."

The words almost didn't register to him as he racked his brain relentlessly to figure out how to get to them. Walking would take too long, and clearly she needed to get here fast.

"I'll take a horse and go get her." Maggie spoke as she entered the room, "Just tell me where they are."

Rick nodded quickly in appreciation before trying to give a general direction to where they could be lingering, watching her gather the information before she was off in a flash. Hershel then began discussing the urgency of the surgery she would need to go under in order to remove the rest of the pieces. He needed more medical supplies that he didn't currently have, and without them she may not live through this.

Otis seemed to quickly step up when hearing the ultimatum, volunteering to go out and get anything he needed if it meant fixing his mistake. Shane seemed eager to hop on the opportunity as well, knowing they needed as many hands as they could get when searching for the supplies.

"We should thank you." Rick directed toward Otis.

"Let's wait until she's up and moving, then we'll talk." he replied with a small smile, "I'll gather some things."

The man loaded up a truck with everything they would need to head off the land and into town. Knowing that they would probably run into some walkers, he gathered plenty of weapons into the back, Shane helping him as he did so before saying their goodbyes and rushing through the metal gates.

Rick watched the two drive off until he couldn't see them anymore from where he stood on the porch, leaving nothing more than a cloud of dirt behind. He slowly sat down on the steps with one of his legs shaking anxiously, waiting for his wife and Maggie to come back as quick as they could. He almost couldn't help himself as he turned around every few seconds to look in the window, glancing back in the room that Rose was staying in as he saw his son still glued to her side.

It warmed his heart to see Carl so worried and empathetic, continuing to hold her hand from just the right side of her bed. Though unbeknownst to Rick, the kid's conscience was aching, knowing that she got shot just inches away from where he was standing, practically taking the hit for the both of them. Clearly, the deep feeling of guilt was contagious.

"How much farther?" Lori asked.

"Not much...maybe a hundred yards as the crow flies." Daryl responded as he glanced back from the front of the line they created.

Andrea huffed, "Too bad we're not crows." she said bitterly as she trudged through the tall grass.

Seconds of silence passed as they huffed and puffed, trucking through the forest endlessly before the woman suddenly let out a sound of panic, an unexpected weight crashing down on her.

Everyone whipped back around on instinct to see a walker had somehow landed on top of her, with her struggling to keep its weight from completely consuming her. Glenn instantly leapt forward towards the scene, taking out his weapon along the way with the intention to crack it down on the walkers' head. But then an approaching sound in the distance caused him to falter.

He turned to look just in time to see a horse galloping directly towards them, the woman riding on the back taking a baseball bat and smacking the walker off of Andrea before it had the chance to sink its teeth into her flesh.

The woman then circled back as quickly as she arrived, glancing at every member of the group somewhat frantically, "Lori? Lori Grimes?" she asked.

"I'm Lori." the woman replied in slight hesitance.

"There's been an accident-"

"The hell's goin on?" Daryl interrupted hostilely, clearly not liking the idea of running into a woman none of them knew.

She huffed, "Rose; she's been shot. She needs a blood transfusion, and fast, you need to come with me." she quickly gestured for Lori.

That sentence made everyone freeze right where they were standing. It didn't take a genius to tell that these people had grown to care for the girl, the sudden news leaving them frantic yet also genuinely confused as to how the hell it happened.

Glenn stood there with wide eyes as he received the news about one of his closest friends. His mind quickly began to spiral, thinking about a thousand different things, but he managed to pick his jaw up off the floor and pulled himself together. She was still okay for now from what he had gathered, no need for him to panic as she was clearly getting the help she needed.

Daryl on the other hand wasn't thinking nearly as clear as his blood seemed to run cold. The gunshot...it all made sense now. He suddenly felt the want, the need, to be there for her. The one time he wasn't, she managed to get seriously hurt to the point where her life was now in danger. He couldn't help but kick himself for letting her go to begin with, but that thought seemed to stop his series of thoughts when he realized something. Shit, he really cared about her. He cared so much that all he was able to think about now was the fastest way to get to her.

Lori didn't ask any other questions after the brief explanation. As far as she knew she was the only universal donor in the group. She quickly threw her backpack off, leaving it on the ground as she climbed on top of the horse a bit clumsily as she hurried.

"Woah, hold on, we don't know this girl! How do you know she's telling the truth?" Andrea asked with a breath.

"How could she be lying?! She knows Rose's name!" Glenn snapped.

Daryl then shook his head slowly, "Wait, wait, I gotta go too." he said.

The woman paused momentarily, helping Lori up onto the back before shaking her head, "I'm sorry, I only got room for one."

"No, no, there's gotta be a way I can come with ya. Hell, we don't even know where yer holed up."

"There's no room. Once you get back to the highway, backtrack to Fairburn Road. Two miles down is our farm, you'll see the mailbox, the name is Greene." she spoke.

When Daryl went to protest again, the woman then snapped, "I don't have time to argue!" she yelled at him before he could utter another word, nudging the horse with her heel before racing back towards the farm.

Daryl stood there rigid, processing the fact that the woman practically just screamed in his face before just taking off without a care. But his attention was quickly diverted back towards the walker that the woman took down, slowly rising back up again to face them. "Shut up." he snapped as he shot a bolt through its head.

He then turned back around to everyone else, "Come on, we gotta get back to that highway, let's move!" he shouted as he swiped the bolt from the walker's head, taking off in the other direction.

He knew as soon as the rest were back on the highway safe, he could take his bike and head towards the farm as fast as he could.

The group wasted no time jogging to keep up with Daryl through the woods, seeing that he wasn't stopping for anyone. Although everyone was still blown away at everything that they were just told, Daryl's concern for Rose obviously didn't go unnoticed.

~ Thanks for reading!

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leggerefiore · 8 months ago

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Back in your inbox to discuss Cyrus bullshit again lmfao. I am normal. Totally normal.

So media literacy decline aside (no really, the reports are scary, less people can interpret nuance and hints), I blame 1) how young most of us were when we first played the games, 2) the OG Diamond and Pearl characterization (because it was a little different than Platinum's) and 3) the Pokemon Anime.

Largely skipping over the age thing because it speaks for itself. A good number of players were probably too young to catch all of the hints or grasp how irrational and emotionally driven Cyrus really was. Like, a legit Trauma Meter for our age group (20s) would be to ask if Cyrus freaked them out, or if they thought he had a point. Whatever the collective's first impression was would've colored YEARS of discussion and content. And I'm pretty sure I remember his reception being negative. Of course, the theory that he wrote the old notebook and that the old man was his Grandpa (meaning Cyrus was an abuse/neglect survivor) always existed. But before USUM and PokeMas added more implications, they were treated as "Just Theories" or after Platinum, retcons. Likewise, I think a good number of the older players WANTED Cyrus to be evil, so they kinda ignored it. Though there was an equal faction WISHING for a well written Sympathetic Villian. They missed Giovanni and had little hope GameFreak could write a worthwhile sympathetic villian because while Maxie and Archie weren't evil, their plan was just so stupid? Maybe it's because I grew up in a rural area at the start of the Going Green era, but I can remember being taught basic ecosystems in like 3rd or 4th Grade Science and learning that major changes to the environment were bad? And they were supposed to be super smart scientists?

On to game characterization, D/P Cyrus and Platinum Cyrus were portrayed slightly differently and I don't know if it was intentional or not, given how subtle the changes in the overall story were. But it boils down to a matter of A Means to an End, where D/P Cyrus seemed like he was changing the world to become a God, while Platinum Cyrus wanted to change the world and has to become a God to do so. Likewise, I don't think the implications that Cyrus was the abused/neglected grandson of that Old Man and the author of the old notebook were as strong. Also every scene with Cyrus in the Distortion World didn't exist in D/P so you didn't witness his breakdown or him admitting to his own faults. Charon/Pluto also wasn't in D/P, nor was the Rotom Room which was the first thing to give the "Cyrus wrote the Old Notebook Theory" any credibility.

My last reason was the Poke Anime and I talked a bit about it in a comment the other day. I have since looked it up and the D/P Anime aired the same day as the D/P Game Release, in Japan at least. So the 2nd most prevalent and remembered version of Cyrus is an ASS. The Anime did a great job of showing us the double life he was living, smiling and dressing/acting normal, albiet hammy, in front of Cynthia and that one old lady. But for a cold, stoic villian, he was super agressive, loud, short-tempered and dismissive in the anime. In that clip you shared, he wasn't calmly explaining why fighting was useless, he was about to snap on his admins. He yelled at someone else to (Ash I think). So it didn't even do a good job of portraying him as the kind of villian he was supposed to be, though this may have been because the series ended in 2011, so it may have been affected by the Platinum retcons.

But yeah, I'm also kinda sad about how people see Cyrus, but it isn't surprising. For everyone who "grew out of" pokemon or just never played Platinum, USUM, PokeMas or BDSP, they have to go back and relearn everything and not everyone does that. Nor will everyone want to because again, some people wanted Cyrus to be genuinely evil. And even if they do want to learn what changed and are open to it, they have to sift through years of content saying he was actually that bad.

It was a nightmare explaining to two of my homies why I was suddenly trying to write fanfic and draw fanart of him because they didn't get the memo.

Quick correction - It is not a theory that the old man is Cyrus's grandpa. It's confirmed from my understanding. Which it means Cyrus is likely an abuse victim (though, what Cyrus was going through was never entirely specified. Just that it was bad enough to concern his grandfather.)

I will note that his characterisation did change between Diamond-Pearl and Platinum (and now BDSP has introduced younger people to the pre-Platinum story), so I will give them that. But specifically, I was on the USUM battle theme still seeing it. (Interestingly, not at all on the BDSP rendition, though. Maybe because it's just Sinnoh fans who already know everything.) One of the top comments was ironically a joke about him seeing the Rotom Dex and wanting to kill everyone.

I think his character is really just generally misunderstood because of how subtle everything was is what I was originally trying to say. Like you said, some of it is general literacy issues. It just makes me sad to see him so misunderstood... I think Game Freak did a really good job writing him. Though, he does clearly read as emotional in both Diamond-Pearl and Platinum. At least, seeing his little chibi march up to you in BDSP after you ruin his plans really shows how emotional he truly is. While the Rotom Room journal is clearly only a theory, I do truly think he is the only logical character who fills that role so well. (Charon 100% would use Cyrus's childhood trauma journal for its precious Rotom research without a doubt seeing how quick he was to try to take over Team Galactic.)

I am glad that they gave him depth rather than just making him a generic bad guy... Actually, considering that Platinum was just before BW (well, a few years but development wise, I mean), I think it might have been their first steps into more character driven plots. I do hope people end up looking more into Cyrus, but I know he isn't the most popular villain at all. (I believe that crown goes to either Archie or Guzma. Or. Well. Lusamine, actually, probably.)

I convinced my friend by telling her about the Rotom Room stuff, actually. She already liked Cyrus since she is super into Sinnoh, but apparently, learning that he was besties with Rotom when he was a child sold her. Now she bravely helps me write for him sometimes lmao. My other friend, however... She still doesn't believe that he's actually 27.

Granted. Youtube comment section opinions should probably always be discarded.

Except maybe... This one. This is the only good and acceptable one lmao

#cyrus.ima #long post

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skzpixie · 9 months ago

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Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

CW: Familial issues, Depictions of violence, Kai's brother is a sociopath, Angst, hurt/comfort

2.2k word count

Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

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Chapter 7: Mother dearest

“Mom?” Kai asked, eyes widening slightly as her mouth dropped a little.

“Kai!” She cheered, rushing forward and hugging the woman. Kai didn’t hug back, hell, her body even stiffened. The woman pouted childishly, pulling back from Kai. “You know how long we had to find you? My baby, not talking to her mother in four years! Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”

“Mom-” She was cut off by the landline ringing, and she had to wrangle herself from her mother’s arms, going to answer it. Kai’s mother protested, and it reminded Changbin of those kids that threw a tantrum of they didn’t get the correct candy.

“Hello?... Yes, this is her.... What?!” Kai shouted suddenly, Changbin rushed over to figure out what was happening, Kai’s mouth open in shock. “Okay, I’ll be right there.” She hung up, grabbing a zip up and keys, dashing out the door. Changbin’s eyes widened as he was left home alone with Kai’s family.

Eyes turned to him, expectantly, and he gulped. “You guys like tea?”

“My baby,” Kai held Duri, who lay on a hospital bed. Duri groaned, trying to push away her mother’s hands but Kai was stronger than she looked. Duri gave up after a few tries, eye twitching as Kai looked over her once more.

“Mom, it was just a fall. I’m fine.” Duri tried to comfort her mother, like she had done this before.

“’just a fall’, she says. Honey, you have a concussion!” Kai scolded. “After the doctor comes by, we are going home. That camo should��ve called me-”

“Mommy.” Duri said sternly, making the older woman pause. “I’m fine. I just want to go home.”

“Of course, baby.” Kai kissed her daughter’s head, getting a hum from the girl. A knock sounded at the door, and Kai stood immediately, bowing to the doctor who opened the door.

“Can we have Gyeran bap for breakfast?” Duri asked when Kai turned the handle for the apartment.

“Probably. Let me ask Changbin if he would be down.” Kai commented, opening the door and unzipping her zip up.

“Duri!” Her mother’s voice snapped Kai out of it, and she remembered who was exactly there. Changbin seemed visibly relieved to see Kai, sat in between her mother and her brother.

Duri blankly stared at the older woman before hiding behind her, head peeking out from her mother’s legs. Kai frowned, kneeling to help Duri slide off her shoes, followed by her own. Kai’s mother frowned, pouting yet again. Her father set a hand on his wife’s shoulder, speaking to her lowly in Mandarin.

“Hye-Jin, she was young when she left. She probably doesn’t remember you,” and that sentence made her pout more.

“Mom? Who are those people?” Duri asked, pointing to her grandparents. Hye-Jin audibly gasped, it was as if you had just stabbed her dog.

“Kai-ah, you didn’t tell our granddaughter about us?” Bo, her brother, frowned, but it seemed like he was just putting on a facade in front of Changbin.

“Bin, what do you think of Gyeran Bap for breakfast?” Kai ignored her uninvited guests. Changbin nodded, standing up to go into the kitchen with the two women. Duri yelled happily when she saw Changbin, running to greet him and hug the man. Changbin smiled, before picking up the child, sitting her on the counter. Kai moved to start rinsing her rice.

Kai’s wrist was grabbed by Bo, who sneered. “Don’t ignore us, Kai.” Kai glared up at her older brother.

“You came here, uninvited. I have every right to kick you guys out, so count your blessings that I haven’t done it yet.” She tugged her wrist back, pushing her attention back to rinsing her rice.

“Changbin-ah, this is what she does!” Hye-Jin wailed, making Kai stiffen. “She treats us like dirt, and doesn’t even let me see my grandbaby. What a horrible daughter she is!”

Kai sighed, trying to ignore her mother as Changbin looked taken aback. Her father started to agree, making Kai roll her eyes. “Don’t you guys have a hotel to get to? My apartment isn’t fit to hold seven people.” Kai lied through her teeth.

Her father agreed, making Hye-Jin whine again. “Fine, have fun with your boyfriend.” Hye-Jin grumbled, making Kai turn to her mother with a glare.

“He’s not my boyfriend!” She shouted at her mother. “Get out!” The three left soon after, Bo giving her the stink eye as they left. Kai breathed through her nose heavily, trying to ignore the way her chest fluttered when her mother called Changbin her boyfriend.

She grabbed an egg, cracking it harshly on the pan. She held the spatula with shaking hands, still breathing heavily. She was so in her head that she almost jumped when a hand encapsulated her own.

“Kai,” Changbin muttered in her ear, making her melt a little. “Calm down, yeah?” Kai sighed, relaxing against her roommate, and nodded. She blamed her face growing red from the heat of the steam of the frying eggs. “Want to talk about it?”

Kai shook her head, before plating up the food for Duri. She started to plate up Changbin’s food, before turning the stove off. She slipped away from Changbin and kissed her daughter’s head.

“Mommy? What about you?” Duri asked when Kai padded down the hallway. Kai turned to her daughter and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“I’m not hungry.” She said, before entering her small studio, shutting the door softly. Her stomach disagreed with her, but she didn’t want to let them worry about her.

Kai groaned when her curtains to the studio were ripped open, making Kai groan. It had been days since she left the studio, and Changbin was getting sick of it. But he decided to get Minho to do it, not daring to ruin the peace the two had finally gotten.

“Get up,” Minho told her, hands on his hips.

“Get out, Minho.” Kai groaned, turning to get away from the light. What she didn’t account for was his stubbornness. She shrieked when he picked her up, taking her to her shower and dumping her in the water.

Kai gasped, feeling the freezing water run down her body. Her mind raced a mile a minute, before settling on that one memory from her childhood that she seemed to have forgotten.

Kai screamed when Bo trapped her under the freezing water. They were visiting her grandparents in Korea during the winter, and they had lived by a body of water. Kai gulped down the water, coughing and spluttering when he hadn’t let up, water flowing into her lungs.

She went rigid, letting her hair fall forward when it got too heavy on her head. Minho paused, looking at Kai in a state of curiosity.

Changbin came running at the sound of a thud, the food he was cooking long forgotten. He looked at the scene in front of him, eyes widening in shock. Minho sat on the ground, hand caressing his cheek where Kai had slapped him. Kai was heavily breathing, tears welling up in her eyes as she rushed out of the stream of water and slamming the door to the studio.

After Changbin had given Minho a bag of ice to hold to his cheek, he came storming into the studio, the door opening with another slam. Her neighbours will be complaining to the landlord about this.

“What the hell is your problem?” He yelled at her, not noticing the way her eyes were red from crying. Hell, the tears were still flowing down her cheeks when he barged in. “You hole yourself up in the studio for days, leave raising your kid to me, and then slapping Minho when he tried to help you?”

“My health is nothing of concern!” Kai yelled back, standing up. “Not after the stunt you pulled a few days ago!”

“What? With your parents?” He huffed, exasperated. “They were plenty decent to me! Now I’m believing that your mother was right!”

Silence followed. Kai stared at him like he grew two heads, before a small sob left her lips. She crumpled to the ground, a faraway look behind her eyes. Changbin rolled his eyes, before growing increasingly worried when she stared into the distance.

“Kai, I-”

“Get out.” Kai said sternly. Changbin’s eyes widened, not moving until Kai looked up at him, a look that would’ve rivaled Minho’s. “Get. Out.”

He followed her instructions quickly, not wanting to anger her more.

“That’s what happened,” Changbin sighed to his friends, recounting the fight the two had. Jeongin stood up, his face filling with a rage that many would not have seen on the young man.

“Hyung, you are so stupid.” He started, shaking his head twice. “She hasn’t told you about her parents, has she?”

Changbin looked at the younger guy, face contorted in visible confusion. He shook his head, making Jeongin sigh, rubbing his temples. “It’s not my story to tell, but I’m going to comfort the girl you upset.” He glared at Changbin, before leaving to comfort his friend.

Changbin stared dumbfounded at the youngest, thoughts running through his head. He groaned, setting his head in his hands. “I messed things up again, haven't I?”

“Yep,” A collective agreement came from the group. His jaw fell open, Han laughing at his friend’s unfortunate circumstance.

“Men are so dumb,” Jeongin said to Duri as he got Kai’s favorite sweet, a new-York style cheesecake. “Stay your age forever, life only gets harder.”

Kai slapped her friend’s arm, reassuring a confused six-year-old. “Don’t mind him, jagi.” She leaned over and kissed her daughter’s head, confusing the child more.

Changbin popped his head in the doorway, a guilt ridden look on his face. Kai groaned, and Jeongin sighed. “C’mon girl, let's go to the park. You can tell me all the shit you have on your classmates.” He picked her up, passing by Changbin and looking at him with a look.

“Don’t corrupt my daughter!” Kai yelled after the two.

“You’re no fun!” Jeongin called back, and then the front door closed. The two roommates stared at each other, before Changbin spoke first.

“I’m sorry. For everything.” He said softly, and Kai nodded. He stepped forward, head tilting in confusion when she turned away from him, a frown etched on her features.

“I know. But it still hurt.” Kai whispered, setting the now-empty dish into the sink to start washing it. “Do you know how bad it hurts to hear someone you consider a friend agree with your mother of all things?”

“If I may ask, why are you so against your parents?” Changbin came up beside her, hand on the small of her back. Kai sighed, running her wet hands through her hair, the strands sticking to her hands.

“I think it would be better if I told you over wine.”

“Okay, where to start...” Kai sighed. “My parents never wanted me. They hadn’t said it to me directly, but I know what It’s like. They never said I love you to me, never cared for me.” She crossed her legs, leaning against her cushion, staring off into the distance. She held the glass of wine in her hands, taking occasional sips.

Changbin sat opposite her, eyebrows furrowed. His parents had passed a few years ago, his sister too busy with her own family to pay attention to him. But he grew up in a stable environment, not understanding what it was like not having a good relationship with parents.

“My parents always took my brother’s side. He was ten years older than me, but he still would act like a child. He was jealous that I took our parents attention, so he made my life a living hell.” Kai played with the fray of her old shirt. “My parents would scold me for trying to fight back, and it didn’t matter what I did. Hell, I even graduated two years older for them to even say they were proud of me.” She spat hatefully, chugging back the red liquid.

“When I was... seven, I think. My brother found me extra annoying that day, and he took a butter knife,” She made a stabbing motion on her sternum, pulling to shirt’s neckline to reveal a faint scar. “He stabbed me, fracturing my bone. I'm lucky he didn’t hit anything important, though. My maternal grandmother took me to the hospital because my parents were too busy fawning over my brother to notice their other child.”

Changbin looked like he was going to murder someone, making Kai take his hands softly. “Don’t worry, Bin. I’m... coping.”

Changbin leaned over, hugging her to his chest tightly. “I’m so sorry, Kai.” He mumbled, feeling like he was going to cry. “I shouldn’t have invited them in.”

Kai snorted. “Bin,” she said, making him hum in acknowledgment. “It’s not your fault my family fucking sucks.”

Changbin pulled back. “I say we invite them to dinner,” he held up a palm when Kai went to speak. “We show them that you are way better than them. We invite the rest of the guys, and we show them that you have not thought of them once.” Kai broke out laughing, before nodding.

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” She stood up, grabbing the empty glass and kissing his cheek without thinking twice about it. She turned and left, leaving a frozen Changbin on the couch. Kai hummed happily, washing the glasses with care.

Kai felt ten times lighter, and Changbin couldn’t ignore the way that he wanted to kiss her.

Pov: Bo that one scene

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thehorrorsartandblog · 2 years ago

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Chapter 15:the falling out

i am very sorry for how bad at this I am but here is chapter 15.

The day was well on its way to finishing up. The wagon train had passed the morning away so far. Deseret felt really tired and most people in the group noticed. They all really missed the happy energetic girl they once knew and grew to love, especially Mr.Young and his wives.

The ones who didn’t have kids liked to take turns caring for their little Deseret. While the ones that did tried their best to help out back when she was rambunctious and quick to escape.

Yet, Deseret had completely changed. There was no smile nor glint in her eye. Her adorable laugh never showed. Her smile faded to the point it was like it never had existed. She felt sad all the time and constantly in pain though nothing caused her any pain. She wasn’t the only one that felt that way but she was the only one that showed it extremely.

Eating in the back of the wooden cloth covered wagon wasn’t easy but at this point they just couldn’t stop the wagons for any reason. She mainly stayed as she was light enough that the oxen didn’t tire from her being in the wagon all the time.

Stopping to let the oxen rest up would put them at too much risk of being attacked so it wasn’t common to see people stay in the wagon unless they were sick, really young, or really old.

Sometimes if you were awake at night watching over and protecting the camp, you could hear Deseret cry in pain and scream out for help in her sleep but when the sun rose in the morning she refused to talk about those nightmares she just had. To be fair she didn’t talk much of anything anymore. The one she talked to the most was the little hummingbird who had always been by her side but even that was rare to catch on any day of the week.

Somedays if she was lucky she would be read another story by her older brothers and sometimes her mothers to help forget the pain she felt. Today wasn’t that lucky of a day, unfortunately. Deseret sat there sure she wasn’t talking but her mind was absolutely screaming. Silent tears fell onto the full plate of food she had that sat directly in front of her on the wooden floor of the wagon. She didn’t feel hungry for the past few days even though she wasn’t eating but today she was being forced to eat.

She slowly chewed on some of the food. She didn’t like being forced to do anything but she knew this was for the better. The food tasted decent; it wasn't the best nor the worst she’d ever had in her short life so far. Suddenly all of the covered wagons stopped and Deseret looked outside the wagon trying to see why everything was at a standstill so suddenly .

A river right ahead is what had stopped them. She knew some would use the wagons to float across if it was too deep while others swam. The group of people slowly but surely began preparations to cross the flowing river. Deseret got out as she needed to actually help dig out some debris in the way. She dug a way down for the wagon and began wading through the water till it was up to her neck and Mr.Young began carrying her on his shoulders.

She noticed the river was moving quickly but ignored all noise, that was till a sound of wood crashing and breaking made her look over to her left. Two wagons had crashed because of the current and they were destroyed and floating down stream.

The train fell silent. Some had made it to the other side and some were in the river. No one was on the bank waiting to get across. Everyone stared as the debris rushed away.

The silence stayed up until they had made it across. But after the final person walked on shore the yelling began. Mr.Young put Deseret on the ground. The shouting made her feel physical pain in her heart. She began to cry silent tears once more.

Almost everyone was fighting. They had lost everything, their homes, Their livelihoods, and some of them their own actual lives. The fighting just got louder and louder to Deseret’s ears. These were her people, why couldn’t she just stop them. Her thoughts raced, making more and more tears stream down her face. She covered her ears trying to block out the sound yet she was unable to.

Something only she could hear cracked. She felt her halo fall apart. She didn’t understand why that happened till one voice rang out over everything.

“I quit. I quit this awful church. Everything was just fine till you idiots dragged me here.” A man screamed. Some fell silent and others began agreeing with him. Deseret fell to the ground. Even her own body weight had become too much for her to handle. Everything she represented started falling apart. Everything she was had finally started to be questioned by all.

After finally falling on her side she began to shake violently as she laid on the muddy river bank. No one realized what was happening to her; they were all too caught up in fighting one another about the church and the move west. She then proceeded to pass out, shaking even worse than before.

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Waking up her head was throbbing, it really hurt like hell. Looking around the sun had clearly set but yet some people were still awake. A fire lit in the middle of the camp. Nobody was speaking nor making much noise. Everything was just awfully quiet.

The group had noticeably shrunk in size. People really had left. No one was joking, not that she believed them to be kidding on such a topic. Walking out of the tent she slowly made her way to Mr.Young.

“What now?” She softly asked as she sat next to where he was sitting.

“I’ll be honest with you, Deseret , I don't know. The only thing I do know is that those people aren’t coming back to the train.” He pulled her into a hug. “I’m very sorry I didn’t realize you were in pain on the ground sooner.”

“It’s ok.” She paused. Small tears fell down her face and soaking into her father’s shirt.

“You don’t need to lie to me.” Mr.Young said as he rubbed the back of her head. Suddenly the hummingbird hopped out of his hand to Deseret’s. Gaining acknowledgment that it was hungry from its owner.

Mr.Young handed her a tube of sugar water. Deseret opened it and let the hummingbird rest on her pointer finger as it ate. Letting out a breathy sigh she fell further into the hug she was in.

“Just know that one day we'll all be safe. We will be off this trail one day. I’ll make sure of it. No matter what happens I want to make sure you and your people are safe” Mr.Young promised as he pulled the little girl as close as he could.

“Thank you.” She whispered. The two sat in silence watching the fire as everyone else began to sleep for the very cloudy night.

#A long trail ahead #horror’s stories #statehumans utah

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hvneybxns · 1 year ago

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Jasper Sinclair | 68 | Producer ( Kevin Costner. )

Lucielle Sinclair | 65 | Talent Manager ( Michelle Pfeiffer. )

Julian Calvary | 37 | Actor & Director ( Henry Cavil. )

Persephone Sinclair | Actress & Singer 37 ( Candice Swanepoel. )

Archie Sinclair | 22 | Actor ( Drake Rodger. )

Austen Sinclair | 22 | Actress & Gymnast ( Nicola Peltz. )

With mom and dad out of the picture, just two children themselves unable to protect the lives they had created, Archie Sinclair was placed in front of his first camera at 12 months old, Aussie right at his side as they became the picture perfect children of Ralph Lauren. If Jasper and Lucielle were going to have to do damage control for Persephone then her children would be able to pick up the slack, the extra funds the twins would pull in more than enough to help cover the family secrets. He was still to young to really know that arms that comforted him through exhaustion from the long days on set belong to the very people tugging on his puppet strings. Still too young to realize he should have had his mothers love, not just passing visits with a woman that felt like home every time she was around.

At four years old, Archie heard the first threat fall from his grandmother lips as Austen demanded that she didn't want to go to another audition. There won't be any more gymnastics for you if not. The warning fell so easily from the lips of the woman he had learnt to trust would protect them from anything, Archie locked in this memory of the first time he felt scared. Worried too, Austen was his best friend, she was his person and he didn't want her to be punished. She was just tired. "I can work." The sentence fell from such innocent lips so easily, so unaware of what it was he was signing himself up to. Not that it mattered to him if Austen got to still have fun - Archie was on his first set two months later in his first big role in Little Stewart.

At six years old, Archie had clued onto the fact that things were bad. His mothers visits hurt now, watching as they played a role for the cameras much like when he was on set, his fathers visits just as infrequent but he couldn't let anyone know that he didn't like it - not when dad had told him to keep his chin up little soldier. By this point he was too busy being the balance to Austen anyway, there was no time to fall apart over missing his parents. His twin was already a wrecking ball, feeding on the lies that they were fed every time their parents came and went and Archie knew that she would be punished if she kept it up. He tried to be the calm to her storm, to be more reasonable and pliable so that they might take it easy on her, but when that stopped worked he decided to be a bigger wrecking ball than his sister was in the house. If she yelled, he screamed, if she broke something he broke two more. When the darkness came he would crawl into her bed and try and talk her down, to try and convince her the game he had already figured out, but she never did when they woke again the next morning and so the cycle continued.

Each year he grew older there was a new level of emotional intelligence that fell on shoulders that were too small to carry the weight that he had piled on but it was too late to take it off now. At school, when he got to attend, Archie denied that his parents were the people that he posed in photos with. He ignored the leering that happened every time he walked through the school halls, kids already so cruel at seven, throwing insults shared by parents that had no idea how deep each hit went when their children repeated them to the young Sinclair.

With three large movies under his belt, Archie was proving to be quite the little actor and each time he was successful he felt the pride, or that's what he was sure it was, roll from his grandparents so he picked up more work, took on a TV role that his grandma describes as a once in a life time opportunity. He'd be on the couch of every talk show that the Sinclair's can get him on. He'd part of the Super bowl half time show. He was offered for taping a Christmas special, his young voice angelic as he's forced to tape hours of Christmas carols.

At home, the affection lasted for five minutes till his grand parents were onto the next thing, talking about what he could be better next time. He thought about asking them why he couldn't just play like his friends but Archibald knew better than that - sometimes you just have to have a stiff upper lip, dad had told him the last time they had seen each other. He knows his parents don't love each other, despite the lies the twins had been filled with and there is already a level of mistrust for the man in front of him, so he takes the advice with a pinch of salt. Mistrust for his dad that always seemed so fine and a sense of concern with each new clip he caught of his mom on the TV - then the first magazine was left in his locked, his mom wasted on the front page.

Archie braved taking the article home and he asked his grandma if mom was ok. It was a bad idea, poison was spilt from her lips once more and Archie and Austen never got that visit they had been looking forward to the following week. From then on, the magazines we're kept but secretly so, the boy making sure to keep any photo of his mom that he can find where she is smiling and when the photos were not so nice, he made his best friend Monroe take care of those ones. He didn't want to read those articles anyway. The twins hadn't long since turned nine when Archie had his first breakdown on his mom. They were supposed to be having a family beach day but she was more spaced out than Archie had ever seen her. He knew that she wasn't 'wasted' as the papers said, he'd heard his grandparents making sure but that only served to upset him more. He was doing his part, he was laughing and joking even though he had been scolded the night before for the tantrum he had thrown to take the heat from Austen so why couldn't she just act like his mom for one damn day. A wasted talent, that's what his grandmother had told him and as he looked back at her with a fixed icy gaze, Archie felt the need to inform her that his grandparents were right. The twins were better off without her if this was how she was going to act in the rare times that they got to actually see each other.

The next pictures that Archie found of his mother in the magazines were pictures of her crying as he had run away from her on the sand.

His grandmother was the first to let him know just how disappointed she was with his behavior on the beach and he spent the next two months in back to back auditions and out of school limiting his time with his friends and anyone that he might have seen as a support system. He got the message loud and clear and he learnt to fix his face better than anyone else around them, Archie was a good actor on screen but he was putting on his biggest performance of his life at home and his tantrums slowly stopped. Instead he made himself a master at reading his sister, anticipating each of her moods and actions before even she could. Throwing paddies was going to get them no where, he saw that now, he would just have to make sure that he got to her first and keep her out of any trouble in the first place. Any emotions that should have been felt by a nine year old were locked down and he became a master at playing the people around him to believe in the mask that he wore.

When the visits from Persephone first stopped, he took it in his stride. He figured that someone was being punished for something and he wasn't sure what the hell he had done to warrant something like this again but it was easier to stay quiet and keep up with his new plan than it was to let anyone know that it bothered him. But a visit from Julian was enough for him to figure out that something was wrong and when his father could barely meet his eye as he muttered the apology he found the bravery to ask where his mom was. The news she wouldn't be around for a long while shook him but as he had been doing for months Archie simply nodded at his dad and slid from his chair, offering his dad a hug if he needed one. Hours later he slipped out of the house with a backpack of his things having left Austen a note that he was going to see their Aunt Jord's and he spent ten days hiding out at his god mothers house where he fell asleep crying in her arms each night until his grandmother appeared and told him it was time to get back to work and come home. Archie didn't return to his own bed though and instead moved into Austen's room for a while, their hands interlocked as they fell asleep instead.

The reappearance of Persephone in the twins life was the first thing that shook Archie in a long time, and he had to fight to stop himself from crying at the thought of her. It didn't matter that he was angry at her for the time that she had been away, even through all the pretenses he had been a true momma's boy and he wanted to fling himself into her arms the second his eyes landed on her but the same level of mistrust he had come to have for all adults in his life stopped him and the male simply welcomed her home - wondering what was so different about her.

Sitting in court, he got to hear just what was different, each time he and Austen were carted in to be asked questions, whether that was publicly or in a closed room with people who just wanted to make sure they were doing what was right. In front of anyone else, Archie and Austen were a united front, communicating most of the time with nothing more than looks and a squeeze of the hand but behind closed doors a might different story was being told and the twins were having their first ever real fall out. Archie wanted to go with mom. Austen wanted to stay. Eventually Archie managed to convince her that Persephone was going to be the lesser of the two evils, that they should give her a chance and promised her that if Persephone did prove to be crazy or worse than their grandma he would take them back home themselves.

When asked where they would prefer to go, Archie spoke for them when they said that if allowed, they would like to live with their mom and after several more rounds of horrible questions, the twins were sent home with their mother. Though he was still reserved at first Archie took being with Persephone and doing nothing much easier than his twin did, but he was still on edge for the first few months of living with her, waiting for the conditions of her love to follow her new found custody of them. Relief didn't seep into him until the first time he was falling asleep on her knee watching a film and he heard the familiar song that she had sung to him for years, lulling him into his first real peaceful sleep in his eleven years.

#archie sinclair | headcannons.#OUCHYYYY

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Humble Beginnings Pt. 1 (BretShawn)

AO3 Link | masterlist | Pt.2 >>

Extensive background story on Shawn, his close friendship with Hunter, and his life before and after he met Bret Hart

a/n: Sooo, I got kind of carried away with writing and ended up typing 28 pages worth of content 🫣 So I’m splitting it up into 3 parts!

Shawn was born into a hard-working middle-class family. With his dad being in the military, his family moved several times before settling down in San Antonio, Texas. Being the youngest of four children, Shawn had two older brothers as well as an older sister.

Despite having siblings, Shawn often felt ignored as a child, his brother closest in age being six years older than him. His siblings were hardly ever interested in playing with him, their interests never seeming to align. So it became pretty common for Shawn to spend his time alone playing with his action figures, wishing he had a friend around to enjoy his time with.

Things changed for Shawn in 1974 when a new family from Connecticut, the Helmsley’s, moved into the neighborhood. When the family of four came knocking on the Hickenbottoms’ front door to introduce themselves, Shawn discovered that the family had a son named Hunter who was around his age, though a bit younger.

Despite their four-year age difference, Shawn being nine and Hunter being five, the two young boys instantly took a liking to each other. Hunter didn’t have any brothers, so spending time with Shawn was like a breath of fresh air compared to playing with his older sister.

For Shawn, it was thrilling to finally have someone around who he could play with. Shawn was also interested in the fact that Hunter was younger than him. He’d always wondered what it would be like to be an older brother, which he often felt like with Hunter around following his every move.

It didn’t take long after their first meeting for the boys to beg their parents to allow them to hang out and have sleepovers at the other’s house.

One of the many things that bonded Hunter and Shawn was their love for wrestling. Even as kids, they would mimic wrestling moves on each other, whether on the Helmsley’s trampoline or Shawn’s twin bed mattress, before being yelled at by their respective parents to cut it out before someone got hurt.

As the two grew from young kids to young boys in their teens, and their parents grew more trusting of them going out without parental supervision, the two started to frequently attend wrestling shows whenever a show came to town.

As young kids, their enthusiasm for wrestling stemmed more from being starstruck by the top wrestling talent. However, as teens, much of their enthusiasm came from Hunter’s aspirations to become a wrestler himself.

Shawn had also considered wrestling at one point, but his dad was strongly against it. He made it clear that he wanted Shawn going to college to major in something more ‘realistic.’

“This is the real world, Shawn,” his dad said one night as they discussed 18-year-old Shawn’s future.

“I didn’t serve all these years in the military for my son to throw his life away chasing some fantasy. Your brothers and sister have gone off to college, and they’ve done well for themselves. I expect you to do the same.”

“But, Dad, I don’t want to go to college. I don’t even know what I’d go for. I really want to give wrestling a shot. Hunter knows a guy-”

“You and Hunter are two completely different people. If the Helmsley’s are fine with their 14-year-old chasing some wrestling dream, that’s fine for them. You, however, are my child, and you’re going to college. That’s that.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

In the late 80s, Shawn fulfilled his dad’s wishes by attending college for some generic business degree just to keep his dad off his back. Although he didn’t pursue wrestling as a career, Shawn remained a fan of the sport, especially since his best friend was serious about pursuing it as a career once graduating high school.

If Shawn couldn’t wrestle, he could at least live vicariously through Hunter.

Although Hunter was still a minor, he was able to find a guy willing to teach him the basics. The man gave off weird vibes and was probably involved in some shady dealings, but Hunter didn’t care. He was just grateful to get any experience he could.

College was rough for Shawn.

He’d nearly flunked out his first semester mainly due to what he believed was undiagnosed anxiety and depression. He was away from his family, away from Hunter, and he was not interested in his degree. But in his household, mental health was never a topic of discussion, so Shawn just trudged along instead of consulting the counselor the university provided.

Another factor was that Shawn lived on campus for his first year and, admittedly, did more partying than studying. It also didn’t help that he’d made a new friend, Marty Jannetty, who was a notorious frat boy known more for his bad decisions both on-campus and at his frat house.

While he didn’t think his parents were too strict, Shawn grew up very sheltered compared to his other friends before he left for college. His newfound freedom was quite the culture shock, and with his dad not around to breathe down his neck combined with Marty’s bad influence, Shawn’s focus wasn’t on his classes, but on appeasing Marty.

The cherry on top was that Shawn also spent much of that first semester screwing around with Marty in secret. Texas in the late 80s was not as accepting of homosexuals, and neither was Shawn’s dad at the time. So needless to say, what he and Marty did stayed behind closed doors, which Shawn didn’t mind. To him, it made their relationship that much more enticing.

Unfortunately, their arrangement also made for a very toxic situation, the two often fighting because of Shawn’s jealousy over Marty flirting with some girl or Marty saying something hurtful to Shawn out of anger. And the night would end as it always did – with the two naked in Marty’s bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, before repeating the cycle all over again.

Mixing drugs and alcohol into the equation surely didn’t help.

Shawn never meant to tell Hunter about his fiery, tumultuous relationship with Marty. It’s not that he thought Hunter would judge him. Hunter knew since they were teens that Shawn liked guys, so he wasn’t worried about that. It just never occurred to Shawn to bring it up to Hunter, especially because he and Marty were so unstable.

However, Hunter soon learned about everything one night when Shawn drunk dialed him, bawling his eyes out.

“Shawn?” Hunter answered the phone, sleepiness still evident in his voice.

“I hate him, Hunt,” Shawn whimpered in a drunken stupor. “He can’t keep treating me like this. Fuck him!”

Shawn’s distress was enough to snap Hunter out of his drowsiness. “Woah, woah. What’s going on? Who are you talking about?”

Shawn let out a sob as he answered, “Marty.”

“Who’s Marty?”

“Some asshole!”

It was the same situation as always. Shawn had been invited to a party that Marty’s fraternity was throwing, drinks were flowing, Marty flirted with another girl, this time making out with her right in front of Shawn, and Shawn lost it.

He was sick of Marty tossing him aside and making him feel worthless.

Shawn partly blamed himself, though. His and Marty’s ‘relationship’ was never meant to be serious, nothing more than casual sex. However, Shawn caught feelings, and it was clear to him that he liked Marty more than the other man liked him.

Things were great with Marty in the beginning when Shawn indulged with Marty in his bad decisions. But things began to take a turn when Shawn decided to pull back a little on the partying, drinking, and drugs after a tough conversation with his parents about his poor performance in school.

“You need to get your ass in line before I put you in the military!”

That surely was enough to scare Shawn into getting his act together.

He needed to pull himself away from any distractions, which also meant he had to slow down on doing the things that brought him and Marty together.

As drunk as Shawn was, he told Hunter about everything he and Marty had been through during the semester. How they met, the trouble they got into, his parents’ disappointment, how Marty started treating him worse once Shawn decided to focus on his classes.

Everything.

“And can you believe that fucker called me boring? Me! That asshole is lucky I even gave his ass the time of day!” As empowering as he meant to sound, another sob escaped Shawn’s lips, giving away how truly hurt he was.

Hunter felt so shitty. He had no idea Shawn was going through so much. As close as the two were, they were both busy with school and didn’t have as much time to catch up as they’d like to. Hunter assumed Shawn was doing well in college, but he was being proven otherwise.

He didn’t know what to say as Shawn continued to break down the phone. Hunter was better at comforting Shawn in person. So he just listened as Shawn poured his heart out about this mystery man he’d never even met.

When Shawn seemed to have calmed down a bit, Hunter asked, “Where are you?”

Shawn wiped at his cheeks, taking a breath before responding, “My dorm. I just got back before calling you.”

“How’d you get back to your dorm?”

“I walked.”

It worried Hunter knowing that Shawn was out so late, obviously intoxicated.

He replied, “Ok, stay on the phone with me until you calm down, alright? Do you want me to come see you? You know I’ll do it-”

“No,” Shawn quickly shot down the idea. “I don’t want you wasting money on gas to see me.”

“It wouldn’t be a waste-”

“Dude, it’s like 2AM, and you don’t even have your license, yet.”

“Hasn’t stopped me before.” Shawn wanted to laugh at the absurdity, but another sob escaped his lips.

Shawn sniffed, saying, “No, you’re a good kid, Hunter. Don’t make bad decisions…please don’t be like me.” And that was all Shawn needed to break down again.

Hunter’s heart broke along with Shawn’s.

Hunter always looked up to him. Shawn was unbreakable in his eyes, always upbeat, confident, and not afraid to stick up for himself. Hearing him sound so broken devastated him.

He let Shawn collect himself before asking again, “Shawn, are you sure you don’t want me to come out there?”

“I’ll be fine, Hunt. Really.”

Shawn wouldn’t be fine, and Hunter knew it, but there wasn’t much he could do.

As Hunter offered encouraging words to Shawn, he thought to himself that if he had any control over it, he’d never let anyone make Shawn feel this low ever again.

The one thing that always got Shawn out of a rut was wrestling. It was true as a kid and even more so as a college student.

One night, he decided to attend a wrestling show that had come through town. The WWF had given out discounted tickets to the university students and Shawn was not going to pass up the opportunity.

He was still getting used to going to shows alone. Attending wrestling shows was something he and Hunter used to do all the time, but between Shawn’s busy school schedule and Hunter still being in high school, there wasn’t much time for them to go together.

It was at this house show in 1986 that Shawn became completely enamored with Bret Hart.

Shawn was a big Stu Hart fan and knew his kids wrestled as well. However, it was the first time Shawn was seeing Bret wrestle in person. He knew Bret was good, but he was in awe at how great of a technical wrestler he was. The way he perfectly executed his moves so effortlessly was the most impressive.

Shawn also couldn’t ignore the fact that he found the man attractive, as did a lot of the fans in the audience. But Shawn’s brief eye contact with Bret during his match was enough to leave a lasting impression on him.

Shawn left the arena with a new interest in Bret Hart, but unbeknownst to him, he’d also left an impression on Bret, Shawn’s face engraved in his head as he couldn’t help but wonder about the blondie at ringside.

That next year in 1987 was a year of anticipation for Shawn. He’d reached his final year of college, and although he still didn’t have a clue what he wanted to do with his life, he was happy that college life was almost over.

Hunter was also graduating high school that year and had found a new trainer with legitimate wrestling credentials as opposed to his first trainer.

On the days that Shawn didn’t have classes or didn’t have to study for an exam, he’d visit Hunter and sit in on his training sessions whenever it was allowed. Hunter would sometimes teach Shawn a few moves himself in his down time.

“Your friend’s pretty good,” said Hunter’s trainer one day after he’d seen Shawn and Hunter messing around in the ring. “We should get him in here.”

Hunter nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he’s a natural. I wish you could’ve seen the things we’d do on my trampoline as kids. But he’s a college student. Sadly, he’s not interested in wrestling.”

Hunter knew Shawn was interested, but he didn’t want to go into the backstory on why he chose not to pursue it.

His trainer hummed in thought. “That’s a shame. Waste of a talent.”

Hunter agreed. He still couldn’t get over how adamant Shawn’s dad was against him wrestling. He’d tried to convince Shawn multiple times to just wrestle anyway. He wasn’t a minor anymore. However, Shawn respected his dad too much to defy him.

“If he ever changes his mind, let me know,” said Walter as he walked towards the ring to start their session.

Shawn should have been happier after graduating college, or at least that’s what he’d expected. There would be no more stressing out about exams, no more studying, and more importantly, no more Marty.

However, upon graduation, he discovered that he was just as lost as he was when he first started college. He had no direction nor motivation to pursue the field he’d gotten a degree in. It also didn’t help that as soon as he was back at home, his dad wasted no time pressuring him into finding a job.

“You’re a grown man now. If you’re going to live in this house, you’re going to contribute. It’s either get a job or get out.”

About three months after graduating, Shawn found a job working for some small local company. His official job title was a records clerk, but he liked to refer to himself as a professional button pusher.

As much as he tried to force himself to enjoy it, the job was so boring and mundane. He was surprised he even lasted there as long as did, a year and a half, before deciding to quit in 1989.

Before his dad could threaten to kick him out the house, Shawn was already on to the next job.

This time, he was a receptionist, which he surprisingly enjoyed. The job was in a ritzier part of town in a building with too many floors to count, successful businessmen and women walking around in fancy suits, and a free snack bar which was Shawn’s favorite perk.

Due to him being at the front desk, Shawn was able to interact with everyone who entered and exited the building. His good looks and lively personality caught the attention of more than a few of his coworkers, and he soon earned the reputation of the office flirt, which would come to be a blessing and a curse for him later on.

A blessing because he’d managed to catch the eye of an incredibly attractive man working in finance. A curse because their light flirting quickly escalated into them meeting up on their lunch breaks for a quickie in the janitor’s closet.

The company had a strict ‘no-dating-in-the-workplace’ policy, and once rumors of the office rendezvous began to spread, the only choice for the company was to fire one of the two, and of course with Shawn being a measly receptionist and not some important finance employee, he was let go.

He’d managed to hold that job for about two years, which he considered an accomplishment, before getting fired in 1991.

“Your dad’s going to kill you,” said Hunter on the phone as Shawn explained the situation.

Shawn groaned. “Yeah, you don’t gotta remind me. Hey, you think your parents will let me live with them?”

“Shawn-”

“I mean they’re right across the street! It wouldn’t be much of an ask. Besides, your parents love me. They’d adopt me in a heartbeat.”

Hunter said monotonously, “Shawn. You’re not moving in with my parents.”

Shawn tsked, “I know, I know. I’m just messing around.”

“What are you going to do, though,” Hunter asked, bringing the topic of discussion back to the forefront.

Shawn sighed. “I don’t know. Find another job, I guess.”

“You know, you should really consider wrestling again.”

“You think I don’t consider it? It’s on my mind all the time. But I can’t…my dad-”

“It doesn’t matter what your dad thinks.”

“That’s easy for you to say when you’ve got supportive parents, Hunter.”

Hunter knew Shawn was right. If his parents hadn’t supported him or if they had constantly put his dream down like Shawn’s dad, maybe he wouldn’t have even pursued wrestling. He knew he was lucky.

“Sorry,” said Hunter, hoping to ease the tension.

Shawn took a breath before replying, “It’s fine. It’s just that I respect my dad too much and I don’t want to disappoint him. I know it’s my life and I should worry about what I want for myself, but it’s more complicated than that.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

“Anyway, tell me about wrestling. How are things going for you?”

The two spent the rest of the conversation discussing Hunter’s career progression. He’d been given the greenlight by his trainer that he was ready for his professional wrestling debut, his potential ring name already in discussion. Shawn was so happy for his best friend, though he unapologetically let Hunter know that ‘Terra Ryzing’ was a horrible name.

Good news was that Shawn did eventually find another job. Bad news was that it was in the office of a military base, the same base his dad worked at.

As grateful as he was to have another job, he felt even more constrained. He and his dad worked in different buildings, but he knew his dad had eyes on him. Being watched at work as well as having his parents hover over him at home was enough to push Shawn to finally move out in 1992 into a tiny studio apartment, which he loved.

To be honest, him moving out was long overdue. He was 27 at the time and was the only one of his siblings still at home. To be fair, he did have a good reason for being home as long as he had been. It saved on money, and he didn’t mind helping his parents out around the house.

However, he wasted no time turning his new place into a cozy bachelor pad, wondering why he hadn’t moved out sooner as he enjoyed the true taste of freedom.

a/n: Frat boy Marty may or not have been inspired by this pic lol 😅

#divider cr: @saradika #househusband!au #shawn michaels #bret hart #bret hart x shawn michaels #hartbreak #triple h #marty jannetty #shawn's very proud of his tiny studio apartment #alternate universe #wwe fanfiction #wwf #pre-marriage

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yunhuntress · 2 years ago

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@austerulous asked: [ CUP ]: bringing both hands up to cup the receiver’s face, the sender draws them in closer to them in order to get a better look at their face.

The scent of machines and life hit her the moment she brought the disheveled crew inside Junkertown itself. A different smell than the humid and dangerous sands of the wastelands. Winds harsh and storms harsher with enemies all abound with a rage in their very circuts and marrow. A hunting storm had come to pass and with it a newcomer who jumped from the machine with a swiftness much like a large animal of prey.

Green eyes focused on a particular guard as a few rushed forward toward her. She rounded them and kept senses high as they were checking the wounded warriors who were far too young to have been out there alone. The eldest among them had been severely wounded. A kid not much older than seventeen from what Fang wagered upon stumbling onto the group at first.

A calloused hand reached out and yanked a guard up off of his feet while those green eyes narrowed with a wildfire within them. Teeth were bared as she grit them firmly. "You get off your damned laurels and find them a goddamned doctor before I snap your fucking neck." she snapped. "More of them are hurt than their ring leader now fucking get movin!"

Her voice carried through the town as she was not shy about her yell in the slightest. She was beyond furious even after ending the fight and enemies that would have by all rights killed the young teens. She shoved guards off of her as some rounded her. Before she could rightly think, her fists flew keeping them from grabbing her so easily. She continued to yell for them to take care of the kids instead of focusing on her as an enemy. It got to the point she removed her leather jacket to toss it to a kid before knocking a guard out for trying to go for her.

Fang's fist then changed from one to an open hand to tend to four of the eight wounded. Warm magic spilled from her palm as she tried to focus to slow the more major injuries. Her healing magic was limited but it was enough to soothe the harshest pains as besy as she could. The woman's energy reserves were quickly depleted but she didn't give off an air of it as she tended to the teenagers. She had her jacket go with the young girl who had dozed off under it's warmth and protection.

As the kids were finally seen to, Fang heard rumblings of other civilians approaching the scene. She looked rather worn down herself. Eyes would find her standing straight despite the wounds her clothing showed had once adorned her flesh. Shirt was torn with rips and bullet holes in the back and front but Fang remained unyeilding in her stance. All that remained was a bad gash across her right eye but she ignored the blood that flowed from it. Blood soaked clothing with a strange weapon of red which rested on the vehicle. She made a motion to grab the large red lance only to break it down into it's components all tied together with chain. She tied the three pieces together to make it less of a worry of people thinking she'd openly attack them.

As she shifted to move from her crouched position, she felt large hands take her by the face. Eyes widened as they settled upon the face of the Junker Queen herself. Her body moved forward from the pull and Fang was left stunned looking up high to the woman who was a foot and an inch taller than she was. Her blood would likely stain Dez's left hand from the gash but Fang remained still realizing she was being looked over by the woman. Everything in her brain screamed to breathe and keep at ease but her body was becoming much more heavy to her.

The warrior tried to keep standing but her tired body began to win out. As Dez looked her over, she would soon find Fang fumbling and falling forward toward her as she blacked out from the need for rest after the whole ordeal of going to war to keep innocent people alive. The last thing Fang would recall would be those hands on her face and the scent of the Queen as she collapsed.

#m: dez #v: overwatch #I did tell you this inspired a long write up hehehe #A new way for someone to fall for another eh?#i know bad joke but it fits ahaha

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agentsquirrelsgotrobots · 1 year ago

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From his castle, Frostbite demanding he rest to heal his wounds, Danny watched.

He watched the yetis go out of their way to provide medical attention and protect anyone who was caught in the cross fire.

He watched his people overshadow local officials in order to evacuate civilians ahead of his forces, shielding those who couldn't flee with their afterlives.

And he cried.

Cried because there was no other way.

Cried because they made him do this.

Cried for the ghosts they freed and the ones they couldn't save.

He cried when Waller used his family and friends as collateral damage and when his parents didn't come back.

He cried tears for every ghost that fell to those humans, because he was once one of them.

He condemned the ones that used the last moments of life to kill the dead, refusing them entry to the safer parts of the Infinite Realms, cursed them to wander for all eternity.

On a call with the Justice League, he told them, through tear filled eyes, that he just wanted his people safe and returned.

Waller kept insisting that creatures she had taken weren't people.

Batman just wanted her to stop butting in on the League's attempts to negotiate.

"There's currently 52 people unaccounted for, including the physical remains of my family and friends and my twin sister. If the remains are handed over and my sister freed, I will call off the invasion and authorize more surgical methods of rescuing my people. There will be no violent repercussions if either is in a sorry state, just a less favorable deal once the living realm and the Infinite Realms can return to diplomacy."

"Dioplomacy?" Waller screamed, hitting the table and shoving a damage report in front of the camera. "You invaded the United States. If you think we are handing over the bodies of five natural born Americans, you have another thing coming."

"Natural born? Waller, you know who I am. I was born on American soil, and I loved my country. But don't act like you didn't kill my parents, my older sister, and my friends just so you could break me and shove their torn up remains in my face."

Batman gave Waller a look of malice. "Waller. What. Did. You. Do."

Amanda Waller looked smug. "I was given the right to excute five traitors to our country and took it."

Superman looked like he wanted to strangle her. "You killed-"

"Traitors? Yes. No one is too young to receive justice."

"They were fifteen! What the fuck, Waller?" Flash yelled, rereading his notes.

Wonder Woman came back from taking a call, shaken and ghostly pale. "Waller, if you do not return this boy's family to him so he can observe proper rites, this may spell war with the Amazons."

"What? What do those bimbos have anything to do with these creatures?"

"As the daughter of Zeus, I am also the granddaughter of Kronos and Pandora's niece. Both of which have now sided with the Ghost King. If they wish it, Themascra may have no choice but to side with them if Olympus sides with their kin. Aquaman, I would make arrangements with Atlantis. If the Amazons go to war, Posidon would likely take possession of all forces at his disposal."

Aquaman's phone ran, and he answered quickly before setting it down. "Waller. You have an hour to let the Princess of the Infinite Realms go and return the remains of the King's family and court. Or else I will have no choice but to serve Posidon's will and drown both coasts by the start of the new moon."

Waller frowned. "Is that a threat?"

"No, it's a promise. It doesn't matter if you lock me and Diana away now. If we ignore the calls of our gods, they will just take us via magic and use us whether we want to or not."

"Waller, I recommend you release the girl at the least." Diana said, anxiously looking at her phone. If it rings again, she could be killing her friends by dawn.

Waller sighed. "Fine. I will have my people weigh out the ashes, too. The traitors have already been incinerated, but I had my people hold onto them in case I needed to prove a point."

"Waller...." Batman grumbled, exasperated. "You are where diplomacy goes to die."

Waller gave the room a venomous smile. "I will remember this."

The next day, on the steps of the hall of justice, a teen girl, beaten within an inch of her life in a ratty t-shirt and volleyball shorts, restrained with meta cuffs, was zip tied to a public bench, a backpack with a cell phone and several cardboard boxes of ashes at her feet.

A photo of her curled up with her brother in a black gown, covered in bandages and ice packs for the bruising, was sent to the league. Danny was holding her possessively, an unspoken threat in his eyes.

THIS WAS YOUR ONLY FREE PASS. THE NEXT ONE MEANS REVOLUTION.

The caption read. When the image was brightened, the faintly glowing eyes of Kronos was seen in the background, Hecate smiling behind him. The JLD all felt a shiver down their spines. They tried to warn them, but next time, we'll,

There will be no next time.

Had a dc x dp brain worm, feel free to use as a prompt <3

Sidenote, I decided to get fancy with the Ancients titles because of course I did lol

Shifting Where = Space (Danny)

Eternal When = Time (Clockwork)

Ever Onward = Speedforce (Ellie)

Bruce watched the footage again.

And again.

Again.

It didn’t make sense.

A week ago every television, radio, computer, phone - even the LED billboards - had been taken over to deliver a message. Across the United States. In every territory it held. Every military base. Down in the depths of the oceans where American submarines tried to creep past Atlantian patrols. In the endless cold white of Antarctica. Even far above in the International Space Station. Any place the United States Government had control over, any place one of its citizens found themselves. There was the message.

The face of an entity, human in shape but not in form. Hair as gleaming white as starlight, eyes bright as the twisting dance of the Aurora Borealis, skin as cold and blue as the tail of a comet. The entity wore armor as black as the depths of space with a crown to match, the later glinting and shifting with the twisting birth and death of galaxies. A cloak of nebulae danced down his shoulders, eclipsing the world beyond the entity entirely.

He named himself, jaw tight, expression serious.

High King Phantom of the Infinite Realms.

The Shifting Where. Son of the Eternal When. Father of the Ever Onward. His Epitaphs many and ever growing. The True Balance. The Bridge Between. The Devourer of Dark. The Last Child of Between. The Great One.

King of the Dead. King of the Infinite Worlds. King of so much more than Bruce had ever even known was possible.

King who had declared war. Who marshaled his endless armies. Who spoke of warnings, of efforts to reach a peace, of trying again and again and again to find a way to not plunge into violence and bloodshed. All things living come to call him King in time, he had no want or need to go out and hurry that along. But there were no options left to him now. He had tried for peace. He had been denied.

He would not see his people suffer any longer. Would not see those he’d sworn to lead and protect imprisoned by fools who had sworn themselves enemies to all the afterlives. Would no longer permit the vicious cruelty to continue.

The message was a final warning.

A final offer.

Three days, Phantom said. The United States government would have three days to release their prisoners, to begin the process of dismantling the laws that made death itself an illegal act.

If they refused, he would lead his endless armies personally in the war to come.

It had not been an idle threat.

Three days after the message, after Bruce and the rest of the Justice League scrambled to try and figure out just what it was it was all about, after Justice League Dark’s members shakily took turns explaining just how powerful the being that had gave that message was and how much danger the world was in should he and his armies march upon their world, war came.

Of all places, it began in a town in Illinois.

The sky shattered like broken glass above, Lazarus Green beyond, and the Dead poured out.

It started in Illinois.

It did not end there.

Bruce watched the footage of it all, eyes burning as he watched every second of CCTV footage, every shaky phone camera video, every news broadcast.

Most of them looked human enough. Changed in death, but recognizably human once. A pair of glowing teenagers on a motorcycle, a writhing shadow twisting about at their command sweeping chaos upon the battlefield. A young woman dressed to perform with hair a literal flame, burning bright blue and snapping furiously as she played devastation upon her enemies with her guitar. A child with corpse gray skin and luminescent green hair, flickering in and out of Bruce’s ability to see as if fighting against a law of existence to be visible, screaming orders to a skeleton crew from his place on deck of a 1700s ship that sailed through the sky, disappearing into clouds before raining down attacks from above.

There was more. Glowing skeletons dressed in the fashions of war spanning every culture going back millennia. Robots with weapons far beyond the technology they had even in the League. Creatures of myth and legend. Things of nightmares.

Leading them all, as he had promised, was Phantom.

He looked younger, smaller. Just a boy, really, a gangly teenager that hadn’t quite finished growing into himself. One holding power beyond anything Bruce could ever imagine, but still just a child as far as he could see, no older than Tim who’d just graduated high school. Frantic research found Phantom appearing as far back as human history, but those sightings had to have been after his death. Bruce can’t help but wonder how young the boy had been when he died, how much of that youth still clung to him through all these eons.

It wasn’t something he’d let him self consider normally, not with something like this.

A dangerous unknown appearing without warning and attacking with unimaginable power and seemingly endless forces. It was something that would normally eclipse everything else. Something that would make Bruce put aside the ache at seeing a face so young twisted in rage.

But.

He watched all the footage.

Civilians were put in the crossfire. Were shot at and endangered. Were left terrified and scrambling for safety in buildings that were rapidly being torn away by stray artillery.

But never by Phantom or his armies.

The dead, in fact, went very far out of their way to ensure civilians weren’t harmed. Sweeping people up out of the way of falling debris. Shielding them from attacks that would have most certainly killed a normal human. Some dead even helped evacuate, ushering a frightened and panicked populous to safety as gently as they were capable of. Some of the less human creatures - giant bear-like beings with horns and fangs and ice edging their burly frames - even rushed forward to offer medical aid.

When the sky shattered open and the armies of the dead swept in, they ignored the town below. They focused instead on what was discovered later to be the base of a secretive government agency. The dead’s fight focused on those individuals in sharp white suits, bearing weapons capable of actually injuring King Phantom’s people.

It was these agents that brought the fight to the streets to Amity Park. That fired recklessly and without thought or care to the casualties they could inflict. That didn’t seem to care if they killed a hundred civilians if it meant hurting just one of Phantom’s soldiers.

Bruce watched all the footage.

And again.

Again.

Phantom had declared war.

Phantom spoke in his message of being out of options, of attempting peace. Phantom gave three days time for the release of captives. Phantom lead armies who fought viciously but never once willingly harmed civilians.

Phantom declared war, but he didn’t want it.

“Amanda Waller has reached out.”

Bruce didn’t turn his attention from the screens before him, eyes burning as he followed Phantom as the King dove away from the middle of locked combat to shield a child from a pulse of green energy from something like a grenade another agent in white had carelessly thrown. The child was crying but unharmed. The left pauldron of Phantom’s armor cracked and shattered from a direct shot from the enemy he’d just been fighting that he’d turned his back on, a glowing green liquid uncomfortably like Lazarus Water dripped down from a smoldering wound.

Clark stepped up to stand beside him as he watched, face worn and tired. The League had missed the first battle, but they’d been quick to appear at the rest. Phantom and his army ignored them unless they put themselves purposefully in the way of the fight. They were, as Justice League Dark had warned, vastly out powered by the entities fighting. A hulking giant knight made of shadow riding a nightmarish steed had driven Clark six feet down into the dirt when he’d attempted to make his way to Phantom directly to try and talk to the king.

The depth Clark had ended up felt like a warning of what would happen if he tried to get close to the king again.

It probably was.

“She said they have intel for us.” A faint twitch of fingers, jaw clenching, voice flat in that way that told Bruce his old friend was fighting back anger with everything he had. “That she has options for how to deal with the insurgence.”

Bruce shut off the monitors.

He’d seen enough.

Now was time to get answers to just what, exactly, Amanda Waller and the US government had done to cause the Dead to rise and rage.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #tw violent death

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captaincvans · 2 years ago

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Spoiled

Pairing: Shelby Siblings x Shelby!Sister

Summary: Tommy and Ada was on a mission to gather some important goods for the family, and while Tommy scares the life out of the seller, Ada tries to be the voice of reason.

Warnings: More Shelby fluff!

Word Count: 586

Author’s Note: Please accept this tiny writing as I get used to my new schedule, and attempt to overcome writer's block for my Shelby!Sister series. Comments/reblogs feeds a writer's soul!

“I can give you a list of what we have,” the boy stuttered. He looked no older than 16 year-old, fear in his eyes, and he scuffled uneasily under the gaze of the leader of the Peaky Blinder.

“No,” Tommy said, shaking his head. Both eyebrows raised as if he was shocked that the boy would even ask such a ridiculous question.

“Show me the options.” It wasn’t a request, and he knew that people were slowly making their way out of the shop to avoid any kind of confrontation.

“Well, Mr. Shelby, most people like this one here, but this one has been the popular choice lately.” The boy pointed to all the options behind the glass encasement, and with sharp eyes, Tommy looked at each of them carefully.

“Jesus, Tommy,” Ada scoffed, rolling her eyes. “It’s not that serious.”

Tommy turned to his younger sister. “I didn’t realize you were the head of the family, Ada.”

She rolled her eyes again, turning around to look at the store. It was a dainty place, having just opened up- a family business that proved to be no threat to their own business. Though, there was room for doubt with the way Tommy was dealing with business on their turf.

Tommy turned to the boy in front of him, having come to a conclusion. “I’d like one of each.”

“Got it, Mr. Shelby.”

The leader stared at the boy as he moved around, ignoring the bell of someone entering the shop and his brothers calling his name. He only turned around when he heard his name being called by a high-pitched voice, one that would not be happy until all his attention was on her.

“Tommy!” The youngest Shelby yelled and jumped into his open arms. “Did you get the ice cream?”

“I did, love.” He pointed to the display with all their options. “Got a pint of everything.”

She gasped dramatically. “You did?! But Aunt Pol said we shouldn’t.”

“Then we shouldn’t tell her, eh?”

The little one put her finger on her lips. “I won’t tell.”

“Good.” He kissed her forehead, letting her wrap her arms around his neck. “Which flavour will you try first?”

She stared at the choices carefully, eyebrows furrowed in focus. It was that look that confirmed the youngest Shelby’s relation to the rest of her family- Tommy especially. The piercing gaze that she had perfected at the young age of seven. “Chocolate!”

“Hmm, good choice.”

“All set, Mr. Shelby.” The boy placed the two paper bags full of ice cream on the counter.

“Arthur, John, pay the man.” Tommy nodded in their direction, but quickly turned his attention back to his youngest sister.

“You spoil her too much, Tommy,” Ada commented.

“That’s rich coming from you, Ada.” Arthur snorted at his sister’s comment. “You bought out the toy store last time she visited you in London.”

“I wanted to give her a good experience for her first time in London,” she defended.

"Oi, behave," Tommy said sharply, knowing if they were to continue bickering, Ada would pull out her gun.

"Yea! No fucking fighting!" Y/N added, having heard her older brother use that phrase. The brother in question could only shrug with a small smile.

“Well, you heard the lass. No fighting or else fucking none of you get ice cream." Y/N giggled at her brother's words as they made their way out of the shop and back home for a classic Shelby ice cream party.

#tommy shelby x sister!reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x sister reader #josephine writes #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #shelby!sister #peaky blinder imagine #arthur shelby x sister!reader #john shelby x sister!reader #shelby!reader

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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hi, i hope i'm not bothering you, but i can order a Scaramouche × Kitsune reader, the two met before the vision hunt (and before he was a fatui if you want) the reader was always in the same place, sometimes having a conversation , the good old routine, but with the hunting of visions the reader disappeared not wanting to give up his own vision, and years later a reunion, SFW or NSFW is by your will, thank you, I really admire your work

Summary - Scaramouche met you as a child, growing up with the constant assurance that you would be right there, sitting at your spot where he could meet you with every visit. He isn't happy when you suddenly disappear.

Pairing - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warning - Slight Yandere warnings?

Penpal - Ahhh- hope this is what you were looking for. I couldn't find a spot to put much nsfw unless I considered writing more for the series ( I could, just put a request in if thats what you’re looking for ). But I hope you liked it!! You're not bothering me at all and I'm glad you like my work!

A/N - Alright- so considering that with the 2.1 update with Scaramouche coming in, I just wanna state beforehand that I wrote this prior so I dont know if we learn about his backstory or anything!!

Link for Part 2

Stay With Me

Scaramouche was used to the routine he’d found himself going along with every visit to Inazuma. As a child he’d pass through the wild fields that stretched just beside his hometown, adventurous and curious with all the tenacity of a child.

And of course you, a kitsune that sat perched on the ground awaiting the Kitsune Saiguu, was bound to notice him. Unlike the other earth kitsune statues, you hadnt turned to stone during your wait. Instead, staying in the same place did you interact with travellers and the locals, which included Scaramouche.

“Fox person!” The little boy chanted, pulling at the hems of your clothing. Bright blue eyes bore into your own, and you slowly shifted your head to pay attention to the boy who was on the verge of bouncing on you.

Humming in reply to his excitement, the little boy paused, both of his small hands still tightly clasping the fabric of your clothes. Soft matted hair brushed past his face in a messy manner, calling out the boy for his boundless running and rebellious urge to keep his hair messy despite his parents wishes.

“Play with me!”

Staring at the boy only a moment longer, you simply chuckled at his antics. “I’m afraid I cannot move from the spot in which I dwell~ Perhaps I’ll be able to entertain you if you bring cards?”

But the young boy had made up his mind at the statement to which you couldn't move. A pitiful frown enfluged his face as he cast you the nastiest glare a five year old could muster. “Boring!” He shouted into the distance of the fields, dramatically turning on his heels and bouncing up into a sprint away. You watched his small figure fade away into the background, absentmindedly sighing and returning to your mindless thoughts.

As a child, Scaramouche would pass by you fairly often. Frequent when he asked you to play with him, and storming away with the same expression when you denied him. Nothing out of the ordinary, you’d lived for an exceptional amount of time, and even though grumpy children were not your specialty, you’d grown accustomed to their behaviour.

Growing up, Scaramouche got no better. You soon noticed his violent tendencies before they became an issue, the way the children shied away from him when playing Temari. Hiding in front of a tough exterior, he scared them away and laughed, approaching you later with tearful sob.

“Will you play with me?” He asked again, trying to hide the fact that he still wept when the other children pushed him away.

But your answer stayed the same, helping him wipe his tears and coaxing him into your arms. Not the first time you’d made contact with a human, but the first time you held them in such an affectionate manner.

It was clear Scaramouche was beginning to see you as some sort of pillar of reassurance when he began running away from home to simply ask to be held. You always welcomed him with open arms, urging him to head back to his household and sort things out. There was no harm in simply providing love and comfort for a child who received none was there?

“Now now, hurry back home little one. Your parents must be growing awfully worried if you’re out by this time at night.”

“My parents dont care about me!”

Darkness slowly pooled into the fields, an obscure shade covering the two of you from the tree you were under. Biting back form your normal emotionless statements, you pondered for something to soothe and convince the boy. Misunderstandings and hardships were normal from what youd seen with children, and you could only offer your hand on his shoulder, a promise. “Go back, I promise to stay here if anything further happens. But you shold give them another chance dont you think?”

And so he’d sprint back to his hometown, and you wouldnt hear from him again till he ran up right up to you a few days later. Begging you to play a game with him. The normal you supposed, and with a grin that seemed to stretch wider with every day, you told him the same thing you told him every single time.

“You cant move?!” Scaramouche nearly yelled one time, tiny fists curling at his side. “Thats… thats stupid!”

“It is isnt it?” You only smiled in response.

Unsatisfied with your response, he clawed your arm, pulling you with all his might. Strong, you realized with surprise that he was much stronger than most children his age. Easy enough to tug away from, but strong enough to take you off guard.

Snapping your hand back to your side, you narrowed your eyes. You weren't angry… no, you hadnt felt strong feelings like that after the disappearance of the Kitsune Saiguu. “Do not attempt to move me,” was your curt response, said in the most stern voice you’d used with the boy.

He’d looked at you only a few seconds longer before bursting into tears, turning away and running. You didn't feel regretful for defending yourself, only turning once more with a tired sigh to stare at the distance.

But just as you stayed ageless, Scaramouche grew older. Still, crossing each others pass was inevitable when you sat in the plains, just alongside the path that lead to his hometown.

With a permanent scowl that seemed to stain his face, he still seemed to have mature a tad bit. Maybe hadnt improved in the social department, because he now scared children and adults and alike, but more mature…

“Hm? Whats this?”

Once again, sitting criss cross under the large tree that provided the perfect shade on sunny days, you stared at the boy expectantly. His hands hesitated at your question, but he resumed shuffling. “Cards,” he simply said in response.

A small featherlike feeling flitted across your chest, making you feel lighter and… almost ticklish. A small smile crossed your face, and you recognized the emotion to be one of adoration. For him to have remembered words you’d spoken years ago, it gave you a warmth you’d sorely missed. A warmth akin to watching him and the other children grow up.

“Ew, dont smile like that, its creepy.”

Swatting at his head, he frowned further when you laughed. “You’re more mature,” you pointed out, lazily leaning back. “You need to work on your people skills though, as someone who hasnt moved in years, thats pitiful that I know more than you.”

“Shut it!”

But as he grew up, you hardly got to see much of him. He’d reached your height and then fully disappeared, leaving no goodbye. And much as you hated to admit it, you hardly noticed, not when days passed in a flurry. You were used to being by yourself, entertaining the kids and greeting the people that passed by.

Sometimes, there’d be the reminder of the warmth he’d given you. But it was quickly overshadowed by your duty to remain seated in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. A dedication kept in its earnest, but beginning to dwindle.

Inazuma was beginning to change.

“The vision decree…” you repeated, staring at the traveller who’d mentioned it to you. “Care to elaborate?”

The new archon threatenening to take away visions from every inhabitant of Inazuma. It was preposterous, so much that you didnt move. Your vision meant the world to you, but so did the Kitsune Saiguu. You werent sure just how you weighed the two till you saw civilians passing by you, ones you recognized, ones that didnt recognize themselves.

It was snowing, cold snowflakes melting into your skin while your hair soaked in the water. Unflinching, you hummed to a little tune, awaiting someone to pass you so that you could attempt to strike a conversation of somesort. The unnatural weather distanced all who entered the field though, and you simply waited. For the Kitsune Saiguu, for someone, or for some form of entertainment, you didnt know. You Slowly closing your eyes, you decided not to care.

“Im gone for five years and you’re still sitting here like a dumbass.”

Eyes snapping open, you find yourself face to face with a complete stranger. Dark purple hair with dark blue eyes, piercing and dangerous in a way you dont recognize at all. Fancy clothing that you cant identify or put a name on.

The boy took a step towards you, crouching down to stare at you directly. His eyes scanned over your figure briefly, and he brushed the snow out of your hair and ears with one flick of his hand. In the next, he was offering a coat to you. “Take it, you’re probably getting cold.”

You leaned forward, ignoring the coat he offered you. Gently, you raised your hand to brush the hair from his eyes, centred on the way his pupils widened. Offering a small moment of surprise and one glimpse into the small childlike blue eyed wonder he was. “Kiddo,” you breathed, pulling your hand back and scanning him once again. “You’ve grown.”

“And you havent.”

Snickering at his comment, you took the coat. You didnt need it, but he looked like he didnt either. He was already wearing clothing that kept him warm, and with careful observation and an untouched coat, you settled on the fact that he’d brought it here. Brought the coat here for you.

“Still havent improved with those social skills of yours have you?”

He scoffed, letting himself fall back till he was sitting fully. “I dont want to hear it from someone who refuses to move an inch for years. Lazy ass.”

You open your mouth to retort, but instead laugh at his comment, shaking your head. “Gained some humour on your journeys have you? Bad words too it seems. Anyways...” He had sat down, which meant that he meant fully well to sit, chat, and catch up. That familiar warmth filled your chest, a contrast between the cold snow. “Welcome back.”

It wasnt often that Scaramouche visited Inazuma, but when he did, he was sure to visit you. The two of you would sit down for hours, talking about the most trivial topics. He never mentioned what he did in his time away, and you never asked.

But things began to go downhill when news of the vision decree finally took action.

“Its no joke anymore! The Raiden Shogun has taken custody of almost a hundred visions!”

In that moment you made your decision, weighing your vision over the Kitsune Saiguu. Awfully selfish you knew, but you’d spent decades sitting there in wait.

And for the first time you sat up from your position on the ground, clumsily stumbling upright but gaining balance. It takes a few steps until you’re back to normal, and you begin your journey in order to escape the Raiden Shogun’s vision hunt decree.

_-_-_-_

You didnt expect to see him again.

Long grass tickled at the skin of your legs, making you adjust your footing to no avail. Sun slowly descending past the mountains to mark the start of an evening and the soon approaching night. A normal day of exploring the mountains and islands of Inazuma, observing the constant changing situation, and running away from the vision decree like a favourite past-time.

With the exception of a firm grip on your wrist.

Dark purple like hair, same hate brimmed eyes and lavish clothing. You recognized Scaramouche the moment he had appeared, looking just as surprised as you were. That being before he snatched your wrist and snarled, “You.”

You wouldve considered it pure luck to find him, an unexpected reunion with someone you actually remembered. But no, his tone had some predatorial edge to it that had you cringing. Hard. “Yes, its me.” You answered back with a frown, trying to loosen his hold. “Nice to see you too, is something the matter?”

He only seemed confused at your words, pulling you closer.

“Something the matter?” He asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Well, to start, you’re not sitting at your damn spot.”

Taken aback for a moment, you wondered if that sole fact was what drove the boy to such lengths. Surely he couldn't be so troubled over the fact that you moved… “The vision hunt decree, I'm sure I mentioned that I was sticking around in wait for the Kitsune Saiguu. I decided to wander around and avoid the conflict until I could settle back.”

“You could’ve waited for me,” he stated almost instantly. “I could have protected you.”

You felt your brows furrow quizzically. “Wait for you? Why in the world would I-”

“Why wouldn't I?” He pushed you closer till he could fully grab both wrists, taking a step closer as if his words would resonate clearer in your head. “You took care of me as a child, it would only be fair for me to repay the favour.” But he only seemed to be looking for excuses. “And besides, you can't just up and leave… I didn't know.”

Before you could interject with the obvious answer that he didn't need to know, you stopped. You’d lived decades, nearly centuries if you’d kept count, and you had learned to read people's expressions even when you’d stayed away from them for so long. He didn't know. It hit you in the most unpleasant way that he wasn't aware that it was none of his concern. To him, you were just another thing he needed to keep track of, something he had control over. His face basically screamed, ‘I depended on you to stay in that place.’

Deep breath in and out. You’d lived long, longer than him, you could deal with a child throwing a tantrum.

“Don't worry,” you gestured to the vision ta your side. “I'm strong enough to protect myself, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be back when the vision decree ends.”

Unconvinced, he pulled you closer, just until your faces were mere inches away from each other. “No,” he said in a stern voice. “I’d rather you by my side, where I can protect you. I hate to question what you’re capable of, but you’ve been sitting down for as long as I’ve known you for.”

“I’ve lived decades more than you,” a simple reply, hopefully enough to get by him. You snatched your hands back with ease, ears flinching slightly when a cold breeze swept past you. But you stayed firm, not wanting to look vulnerable against the imposing air he had around him.

Still unconvinced. “You’re coming with me.”

“No I’m not.”

You’d known him as a kid, watched him grow up along with all the other small ones in his hometown. And maybe you admit you cared a smudge bit about the warmth he gave you when settling down to play cards, but he was different. He had changed in the worst way and you weren't about to deal with it.

“So you’re not coming with me voluntarily?” He asked softly, taking a small step to which you responded by stepping back. He had his hands up, as if telling you he wouldn't hurt you. But the way he said voluntarily sent shivers up your spine.

“No.” Hand on your vision, you held your own hand up threateningly.

He took his time when tilting his head, taking a deep breath in, and then appearing in front of you in just a short stride. Too quick to react, you hesitated before you could attack him. You didn't want to hurt him, he was still a child in your eyes, and you paid the consequences for that. He slid his hand just along your neck, and a jolt of electricity seemed to thrum inside you just as you collapsed in his arms.

Scaramouche was quick to catch you, hoisting you up into his arms dearly. “I do hope you’ll come to understand,” he said softly, cradling your unconscious form in his arms. Making sure not to crush your tail when carrying your legs, he looked past the mountains, sigh resting on his lips.

Because Scaramouche liked to have control of the things he held dear. Like keeping all your valuables neat and tidy in a closet, he was happy knowing you were safe and stable in that spot you always sat on.

And he couldn't have you moving could he?

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