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jeremyist avid au
listen here, right. avid has a running bit in his lore with jeremy the iron golem. and some of you may not have checked out the empiropedia zine (which you definitely should), but suffice it to say that i am that zine's jeremyism guy™.
"but jaz," you say, "what is jeremyism?"
it's a religion created by joel smallishbeans during the x life series. one of the main pillars of jeremyism is that the one true jeremy lives on through mobs.
so naturally, i had to envision a world where avidmc's character started off practicing jeremyism.
just picture it. imagine the sbk → avid adventures plotline with the added lens of avid feeling abandoned by the one true jeremy and reconsidering everything he held dear again and again. it's avid but with religious guilt on top of all the other levels of guilt. i wish i could put this into better words but i honestly don't even know how to define my own relationship with religion and i want to make a separate post with my thoughts about the functions of jeremyism in empires so you get this instead
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Omg pleeeease I need a dark/angsty Tommy fic where he ends up hurting the reader? Like an argument gets too heated and he ends up slapping her or something. Like maybe she was flirting and dancing a bit too much with someone at a party they’re hosting and he gets jealous and drags her to their room, then they start arguing and he gets so enraged that he basically sees red and absolutely slaps the hell out of her (some non con/dub con smut after as well???). Just need some heavy, dark, possessive, violent, scary/mean Tommy Shelby 😫 The darker the better lol
Warnings: noncon, p in v + anal, physical abuse, degradation, threats with a gun, some blood play, misogyny, name calling
Hope you enjoy! Thank you!
Tommy watched from afar, seeing you and Ada drunk, giggling like a bunch of school girls at a table filled with men. He may not be able to control his sister but his wife was another subject. People were beginning to stare, especially the men Tommy needed on his good side for now. The dress you were wearing was skin tight, your panties just barely showing through the thin black fabric.
Tonight was a prestige dinner with delegates that Shelby Limited was in talks for business deals. The plan was too conversate, find weak spots, understand the patterns of movements, but the only thing Tommy was focused on was you, a long with every other man.
Even Arthur made a remark, a statement that angered Tommy even more. “Y/N’s quite the appeal tonight isn’t she?” Arthur chuckled, taking someone’s glass of whiskey and finishing it himself.
“What are you talking about?”
“Look at her, need to cherish her better brother before another man makes a move.” That was it, that was enough. When Tommy slammed his glass down and started to walk away Arthur pulled him back, pleading and convincing Tommy to just allow you to have fun for a night but he wouldn’t listen. Frowning, Arthur returned to the table, grabbing another drink whilst Tommy tried to keep his compusure. Greeting and checking in with the guests before approaching your flailing, inebriated body.
Three tradesman of London were in attendance, the blatant look of disgust from where they stood at the bookcase, giving your husband a look of disapproval before carrying on in conversation.
“Tommy! My husband, come here!” When you attempted to pull him down by the sleeve of his expensive suit, he pulled back, tucking his hands in his pockets, giving you a stern expression that told you to follow him.
Pouting, you crossed your arms, rolling your eyes annoyed, picking up a bottle of champagne before walking away with him, making flirtatious remarks to random men as you wobbled away until you were in the master bedroom.
Closing the door, you fell onto the floor laughing in a disarray of emotions, your vision blurry and your eyes dilated. Tommy pulled the nearly empty bottle from your hands, tossing it into the corner of the room before grabbing your wrist forcing you up onto your feet.
“What the fuck are you doing, eh? Are you stupid, is that it? You know how important tonight is and you go and fucking wreck it, bidding yourself off to other men when you are a married, taken woman.”
“Relax Tommy, we’re just having fun. What the boys can do whatever they damn well please but because of what’s between my legs I’m expected to just be formal, elegant?” Tommy looked at you with expecting eyes, not understanding where the confusion is. There were important men here tonight and seeing you galavanting around like some whore and being incoherently drunk made his blood boil.
Biting dowm on his tongue and locking his jaw, he pointed with dictation, sapphire eyes raging with fire as he seethed out the following words.
“Yes. It’s that fucking simple. You can’t even fucking stand up straight.” Scoffing, you tiptoed around the room, holding onto the dresser to keep your warm, sweating body from falling. The room was spinning but that didn’t change the anger from the double standard that was always set against you. You hadn’t thought before speaking, the words simply sputtering out what you’ve held in.
“You should be thanking me for flirting with them, without me you’d have nothing. I’m simply the means to an end to the shit deals you can’t make on your own.”
Tommy cut you off with the back of his hand slapping across your cheek ferociously, silencing you for good. Grabbing for the bruising skin, you looked back at your husband in shock and fear. He’s never, ever layed a hand on you.
When you ran for the door, he was faster, shoving the wooden object closed with his hand and yanking you back by the strands of your hair, pushing you carelessly onto the bed.
His hands tightened around your wrists as he shoved his hardened member upward against your mound.
“I’d have nothing eh? I’ll show you what it’s like to be treated like you’re nothing.”
Screaming hysterically, you wept as Tommy ripped the expensive gown, exposing the bare, delicate skin of your thighs. Hitting and fighting against his chest to push him away, he simply lifted his hand, slapping you harshly once more to stop the whining.
You pressed your hand gently against your temple, a headache forming in the core of your mind from the impactful blow.
Hearing the buckle of his belt, you panicked but were too weak to defend yourself from the man who claimed to be your husband.
“Maybe if you had just listened and weren’t a fucking whore tonight we wouldn’t be in this postion. Someone’s forgotten their place eh?” Pushing the thin laced fabric of your panties aside, he thrusted upward, letting his thick length penetrate you without any lube. Writhing and seething in pain below him, tears prickled at your eyes, not recognizing who was staring at you anymore.
Spitting at his face, he smiled slyly, a dark twisted grin bellowing at what you had done.
Returning the favor he spat back, hitting you once more with a forceful, strong slap that echoed through the room and knocked out your hearing in one ear.
“Don’t forget sweetheart. I own you, you’re my property.” Wrapping his hands around your throat, you struggled for air as he drilled into your dry cunt, shredding open the sensitive skin like a grater would cheese. Blood slowly leaked out from your pussy, the ability to scream non existent as your airway was constricted, bruising as his nails dug into your skin.
When your hands reached up to try to push him away from your neck, desperate for air, he shed himself of his tie, wrapping the fabric around your wrists tightly to the headboard and shoved his underwear in your mouth.
Slapping your cunt repeatedly, he mocked your whimpers, feeling your walls slowly start to produce your sweet syrup against your will.
“How pathetic, is this what you wanted? Someone likes me cock, who knew my wife was a little fucking whore.” Screeching beneath the makeshift gag, your skin seethed in pain, wanting nothing more for this to be over.
His hands grasped at your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, smitten by how easily your body gave in to him.
Flipping you over onto your stomach, he spread your ass cheeks, pulling the fatty skin apart finding that tight, untouched hole you’d been denying him for so many years, now he was going to take it for himself.
There was nowhere for you to go, your eyes searched, panicked looking for anything to get you out of these bindings, but there was nothing.
Aligning himself with your taint, you could feel the rounded head of his shaft resting at your virgin entrance. Every bone and muscle in your violated body tensed when his head pushed through your strained, congested walls. You screamed in agony as he wasted no time burying himself balls deep in your taint.
“Oh fuck…Didn’t know you could feel this good love. My little slave, that ass devouring me cock. About time I reminded you of your place. Nothing but a slut, a mere stupid little bitch.” He moaned in between thrusts as he fucked your anus, pounding your ass up and down on his shaft while holding the cheeks of your ass roughly. The sporadic pain was different than your pussy, far more intensified. It didn’t feel like stinging anymore, the size of his penis sent flames of fire through your hole.
When he buried his neck into the crook of your neck while he continued to pump relentlessly into you. You fumbled with the bindings while he wasn’t paying attention.
Realessing a choked sob, you were on the verge of being free, fidgeting with the tight knot with a tremendous effort, working over the fabric through the tears and painful agony, but you weren’t as smooth as you thought. Tommy’s hand shot up, slamming down on yours and pulled you arms behind your back, causing the gag to fall out in the process.
“Help! Help! Ah-“ Striking you in the back of your waeay head, he shoved his fingers between your lips, invading your mouth and pulling at the sides of your lips.
“Shut the fuck up. Listen to me, are you listening sweetheart?” You whimpered through his fingers, nodding your head, squeezing your eyes closed in a pained expression when he thrusted his cock violently with a force of strength and dominance.
“No one is coming to your rescue, you belong to me, and I have the right to use and abuse my property all I want and you will listen, or suffer the consequences as you are right now. Get up.” Tommy pulled you onto his lap, reinserting his lengthy shaft into your soaking wet walls. You mewled from the discomfort, struggling to make eye contact with Tommy.
His lips connected to your hardened nipples, biting down on the flesh harshly, aiming to draw blood. Slapping you across the face once again, your head whipped to the other side fiercly.
“Ride me. Go on, you claim to be so great in bed to those men out there. Can’t treat your husband the same?” Another backhand, before his hand gripped the fat of your ass cheeks, slamming you up and down on his cock, an immense joy curdling within him from seeing your pathetic tears.
Then an idea struck you, if you’r just get him off surely he’d let you go. A satisfied grin spread across his face when you began to rotate your hips, staring slowly at first before picking up speeding.
“Ah, fuck, that’s it love. Show me what that worthless cunt can do.” You continued to whine and whimper as you rode his cock, your ass landing on his thighs with each powerful bounce, your breasts flying up and down for his amusement.
You could feel him begin to pulsate, he was close, very close.
Arching your back, Tommy focused in on your pussy devouring his lengthy member with each pivotal motion of your hips. Your walls tightened, constricting his length, and within seconds his seed was filling your tortured void, flooding into your ovaries.
At that moment you moved as fast as lightning, taking the lamp and smashing it over his head to try to escape his bitter soul. Rushing to put clothes on, you ran to the door, thinking that someone would help you but Tommy wasn’t weak and you were nowhere nearly as strong as him. He was quick to recover, but not as quick as you. Throwing on a nightshirt and slipping on the closest thing to work as underwear, you opened the door just nearly out when Tommy pulled on his pants, rolling over the bed and running, rushing toward you, slamming the door closed once again.
You punched the door in defeat, frightened to turn around until he forced you to, pulling out something you’d never thought he’d use as a threat to you.
“If you think I am playing some sort of sick game, you are sadly mistaken sweetheart. Now get back on the fucking bed, you’ve done enough tonight.” Removing the safety, he pointed the gun directly on the middle of your forehead, the cool metal barrel sending chills down your spine. Is this what your marriage had come to? How were you supposed to move forward from this catastrophic night? Surely people would notice the bruises but then again, no one ever questioned Tommy Shelby, not anyone that gave a shit about their life.
Surrendering you rose your arms, the shaking of your trembling hands visible. The man facing you, you no longer recognized. There was no guilt, or shame, or any type of love present in those venomous, frigid eyes, he really wasn’t joking. Making your way back to the bed, you tucked your head onto the pillow, weeping relentlessly into the case of the feathered object. Tommy layed the gun down on the table, taking a seat beside you. You flinched away from his cold, heartless touch, terrified of what was to come next.
“I need to go back and entertain our guests. You stay here and be good. Can you do that?” He twisted your labia, pinching the sensitive skin, causing you a tremendous amount of pain, reminding you what could happen if you don’t listen.
Nodding with fearful, tired eyes, you watched as Tommy dressed himself, and stayed in your fragile position on the soiled sheets, eventually crying yourself to sleep in the dark room.
#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#ranaewrites#peaky blinders#thomas shelby imagine#tommy shelby imagine#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby x reader#requested
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troublemaker — huh yunjin
cw: teacher x student, brat reader, mean yunjin, public sex, fingering, facesitting (y. receiving), pussy eating (both receiving), degration, overstimulation, cum eating, dacryphilia, humiliation kink, mentions of gp chaewon, she takes 1 picture of you and sends it to chae, not rlly proofread..
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anon ask? yes!
“so..where’s my homework, y/n?” your professor, yunjin questioned you. her eyes were looking you up and down through her glasses with a small smirk on her face.
it was about 5 minutes after class ended, her last class of the day which happens to be your last class. she always tells you to come see her after class, in which you always do but you never know her reasons to why. you clearly show that you honestly don’t care for what she has to say and her stupid homework assignment.
which is what you’re doing now, standing infront of her desk with your body resting on your right hip, lollipop in your mouth full on knowing that no candy is allowed in her classroom, and your hand is tapping away at your phone and it’s audible that you’re texting someone due to your phone ringer being on. your just ignoring her question and her lingering stare on your body.
“i’m talking to you, y/n.” her voice is more stern, causing you to roll your eyes and turn your phone off. your eyes finally meeting hers for the first time today.
“look, i don’t have your stupid assignment, kay?” you say, tone harsh and sarcastically smiling at her.
“watch your tone with me.” yunjin states, eyes darkening and walking towards you.
“hah. make me.” you say, looking up at her eyes. doubting that she would actually do anything. it’s not like she ever did do something whenever you broke her rules or gave her attitude.
but suddenly your body was pushed down to her desk, before taking your skirt and panties off.
“wh-what are you doing?” you question her trying to raise your body up but to no avail.
“teaching you a lesson. now be a good slut and take it.” she says before kneeling down and immediately sucking on your clit making you let out a surprised moan.
you were trying to find anything to grip onto, any coherent thought completely vanished from your mind and only incoherent words that were cut off by your moans and whines spilled out of your mouth. you hands were tangled in her hair, trying to pull her head impossibly closer to you cunt, not caring if she was suffocating but you doubt she cared from the way she was moaning into your cunt.
“not stopping until your fucked completely dumb and overstimulated, pretty.” yunjin mutters before diving right back into your cunt, nothing but her slurps and your whines filled her classroom.
she hums against your dripping cunt, tongue deep in your hole and her nose nuzzled right against your clit. your moans and whines were like music to her ears, it excites her that she’s got you this submissive for her. she knows that you’ll sound even prettier when she splits your tight cunny with her strap-on.
“you like this you whore don’t you?” she pulls away before she plunges two of her fingers deep into your cunt making you squeal.
it’s not like you can answer her with a complete coherent sentence. but yunjin’s too impatient to wait for you to form a sentence. “got you too dumb to speak already, dummy?” she taunts, landing a harsh smack to you clit, making you jolt and moan.
yunjin leans back into your drooling cunny, placing sloppy kisses onto your clit before she sucks on your puffy clit once more.
you start to grind your hips onto her face until she pins your hips down.
“ah! yunjin—g’na cum!” you moan before cumming all over her face.
she didnt seem to care that your cum was dipping from her chin and on her table because once your vision turned backed to nomal, she’s latching her mouth onto your juicy cunny once more.
“no! n-no more please, i-i’m sorry!!” you cry, tears falling down your face and desperately pushing her head away from your overstimulated cunt.
she moans into your cunt from the way you tug at her hair but ignored your pleads, forcing your legs that were closing in on her head open. continuing to swirl and suck on your bundle of nerves.
you can’t do anything but to sit there and take all that she’s giving you, body too weak and nothing but moans were coming out of your mouth.
she sucks all on your cunt, drinking up all the cum before pulling away with a loud pop!
she finally stands up from her kneeling position. pulling her pencil skirt down and her soaked panties off.
“your so cute when your an obedient slut that’s not being a lil troublemaker.” she mocks before climbing up your body.
“i fucked you so good it’s only right to return the favor, right?” yunjin asks, letting you nod your head, looking up at her with nothing but lust.
she giggles before sitting completely down on your face, all of her weight landing on you. and you to work immediately, arms wrapping about her legs and letting her roll her hips onto you face.
“you’re such a good slut when someone fucks it into you.” yunjin moans, rocking her hips slowly into your mouth.
she began to squeeze your head in between her plush thighs when your nose hits her clit everytime she rolls her hips into you. she begins to grip on your hair, hips rolling quicker from the pleasure, “fuck! just like that, s-so—fuck! so good for me,” she moans.
“what would y-your friend, chaewon think about—ngh!— think about you getting bitched by your professor?” she questions you, making you moan into her dripping cunt, hips jolting up into the air. “fuck, she’d probably cum in her pants just from watching me use your pretty lil’ face. i see the way she looks at you, hiding her boner,” she continued through staggered breath.
“oh fuck!” she moans loudly, her back is arched, squeezing her legs around your head, “r-right there! holy shi—”
she cums all over your face, slowly grinding her dripping cunt down onto your face until she finally gets up and lets you breathe.
yunjin sits down on your tummy, grabbing your phone before forcing you to unlock it. she does a few tapping before she smiles at you, “smile for the picture,” she says as the camera flashes. creating a photo of your face covered in globs of her cum and tear stains.
“let’s see what your pervy little friend chaewon thinks of this.” she says as she types something up on your phone before you hear the sending message.
“we should do this more often, only next time. bring chaewon over so i can fuck the both of you dumb.”
#♡.yunjin#♡.lesserafim#♡.nabi’s asks#wlw smut#le sserafim yunjin#le sserafim x fem reader#le sserafim smut#yunjin smut#huh yunjin smut#kpop smut
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(A/N) Bonjour! This is my first time writing on this platform. my first language is not English so please be patient ❤
Ace X Reader
In which the reader returns to the ship injured but Marco is not there to help her, so ace steps in <3
Genre--> Fluff
Warnings--> mentions of injury, blood, use of y/n
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The Moby Dick rocked gently on the waves, a stark contrast to the turmoil in your stomach. You stumbled onto the deck, vision blurry from the throbbing pain in your head. A scouting mission gone wrong left you with a nasty gash on your arm and a bruised ego.
"Marco!" you croaked, hoping the ship's first division commander, with his mystical healing powers, would be lounging somewhere nearby. But the deck was deserted. Panic threatened to bubble up.
"Looks like someone's lost a fight," you hear Ace chuckle . You glanced over to see Ace sprawled out on the deck, a carefree grin plastered across his freckled face. The afternoon sun cast an amber glow on his raven hair, making it seem to almost shimmer.
He finally noticed the blood staining your sleeve, the grin fading into something akin to concern. "(Y/n)! What happened?"
You winced, leaning against the railing. "Just a little scrape," you mumbled, trying to downplay the throbbing ache in your arm.
Ace wasn't fooled. He gently brushed aside your hair, revealing the nasty gash across your shoulder. His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a fierce protectiveness that warmed your heart, despite the aching pain
"That doesn't look like a 'little' scratch to me," he said, his voice gruff. "Come on, let's get you patched up."
He slung one of your arms over his shoulder, ignoring your weak protest. His touch, surprisingly gentle, sent a jolt through you. You found yourself leaning into his warmth, the familiar scent of sea salt and fire making you feel strangely safe.
Inside the infirmary, Ace rummaged through the medical supplies, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Don't worry, I saw Marco do this plenty of times," he muttered, more to himself than you.
He cleaned your wounds with a surprising amount of care, his calloused fingers surprisingly gentle. As he wrapped a bandage around your arm, his eyes met yours.
"You shouldn't have gone out alone," he said softly, his voice devoid of its usual bravado. "We worry about you, you know."
Heat crept up your cheeks. Worry? From Ace? You mumbled something incoherent, your gaze drifting to the open window revealing the vast blue sky.
The air crackled with unspoken words. A comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the rhythmic creaking of the ship.
"Thanks, Ace," you said finally, your voice barely a whisper.
He looked back at you, his freckled face breaking into a wide grin. "Anytime, (Y/n)." His eyes, the color of melted caramel, held a warmth that sent a shiver down your spine. In that moment, under the watchful gaze of the vast ocean, a new feeling bloomed in your heart, as sweet and heady as tangerines. It tasted like adventure, like friendship, and maybe, just maybe, something a little more.
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(A/N) Thank you for reading ❤ The next one I write will defiantly be much longer. I write for Almost every one piece character. REQUEST ARE OPEN!!! please give me ideas ❤
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#ace x reader#one piece#portgas d ace#one piece fanart#one piece x reader#portgas ace x reader#portgas ace x you#portgas ace x y/n#portgas ace smut#shanks x reader#sanji#x reader#y/n#one piece x y/n#one piece x you#fluff#fluff prompts#fluff oneshot#oneshot#injury
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ok work with me here, see my vision
*At Clytemnestra’s and Agamemnon’s house*
*Achilles and Patroclus open the door*
Patroclus: Hey, sorry we are late. We brought th-wait, where is everyone?
Achilles, chuckling: Don’t tell me we are actually early. Oh I am gonna-
Clytemnestra: KILL YOURSELF, YOU ASS!
Agamemnon: RIGHT BACK AT YOU SWEETIE!
(Incoherent Yelling)
Patroclus: What in the actual-
(Whispering) Menelaus: If you don’t get under here right now…
Achilles: Where are you, who was-
(Odysseus and Diomedes drag Achilles and Patroclus under the kitchen counter)
(Helen, Menelaus, Odysseus, Penelope, Diomedes, Hector, and Andromache are all hiding under the table)
Achilles: So why are we hiding under the table?
Diomedes: Do you not hear didgeridee and didgeridoo screaming and yelling like their chi-
Hector: Maybe we shouldn’t mention the “C” word right now.
Penelope: I swear if I never hear them argue again-
Helen: I need alcohol
Patroclus: Could someone-
Menelaus: Helen, no-
Patroclus: please tell us-
Helen: Alcohol, neow
Patroclus: Ok! Can someone explain what the fuck knuckles is going on with these two?
Odysseus: Of course darling. We found ourselves-
Diomedes: Ok, nope quick version. We came over for a house warning party, and in the middle of that-,
Odysseus: Cutting me off when I am trying speak. You know you can be a real bastard, right pet?
Diomedes: Bastard loves bastard, darling. Anyway, in the middle of that, Clytemnestra showed us a custom puzzle she made of their daughter. Very cute, very nice. Weirdly detailed. However Agamemnon has to be Agamemnon, and ruin good things in life. A tiktok account called ArtemisDares had a challenge to break something of your partners, something they loved to see their reaction. So Agamemnon made the asinine decision to break the puzzle she spent— how long did she say?
Penelope: She said “2 hours to find the perfect picture, 5 hours to put in her order because the commission site kept collapsing, and three days to put it together.” It was 2,000 pieces, and she was going to put it in a frame. I can’t even imagine..
Odysseus: Sweetheart, I-
Penelope: Yes I know you would never do that, you are leagues above him. We know this.
Diomedes: Do we?
Penelope: Not now darling. What can we do to-
*I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU WHEN I MET YOU, YOU WHORE*
*IF I WAS EASY TO KILL, YOU WOULD HAVE DONE IT ALREADY YOU FUCKING PUSSY*
*OH I AM GONNA-*
“COME AT ME BITCH*
*More incoherent screams, breaking of glass, grunts of pain*
Hector: We need to stop them before Iphigenia grows up without her parents.
Andromache: Right. You can go first baby. Tell us how that works out.
Helen: Sometimes I just want rip out Agamemnon’s vocal chords, and shove them down his ass.
Diomedes: A capital choice. Would you like help?
Odysseus/Penelope: No.
Hector: Ok, ok, but we have to do something before we have to talk to the police about-
Iphigenia: Aunty Pen, what is a va-vacuous moron?
Achilles: ……
Patroclus: …….
Diomedes: …….
Odysseus: ………
Penelope: …..
Hector: …….
Andromache: ……
Helen: ……
Menelaus:……
Achilles: Ah shit.
Menelaus: Oh come on, Achilles
Penelope: Honey, how about we talk…outside?
Iphigenia: Why? Mommy and Daddy loudly talking is normal. They turn on the tv for me and loudly talk. Sometimes they forget to turn it on and I hear everything.
Odysseus: Ice cream. That is the only way to fix this. And a good therapist. Let’s start with ice cream
Diomedes: Ok, everyone we have to time this perfectly. I think we aren’t in the mood for taking sides. Everyone good?
(The group nods)
Diomedes: Ok…wait…NOW!
Agamemnon: Oh look, Hector would you-
Clytemnestra: Shut up, Helen please tell him-
Odysseus:sorrywearekidnappingtyourchildbecauseyoubotharetoxictoeverybodybyeeeeeeeeeeeee
*They make it out the door*
Iphigenia: sooooo, what is a vacu-vaco-
Penelope: Let’s just get ice cream ok honey?
Diomedes: Can’t wait to do this shit next year.
Achilles: Another housewarming party? They just got this one.
Helen: They also get run out of every neighborhood they stay in due to the noise complaints. Two months, max.
Achilles:
Patroclus:
Helen: Welcome to the family.
#hector#andromache#Achilles#odysseus#diomedes#Penelope#odydiopen#In a different world Hector and Achilles are friends#Penelope is done with her boyfriends#Helen is done with everything#Menelaus#Helen#patroclus#agamemnon#Clytemnestra#iphigenia#she is a princess and deserves the world
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Dance | Dan Heng x Reader
This is technically angst but I wouldn’t entirely say it’s super duper sad. But I thought I’d warn yall anyway💕
It’s written at 2am so I didn’t edit it. Please don’t mind any mistakes. also it may be a bit incoherent but I kinda just wanted to get it out cuz I was a lil excited for it.
Side note: I don’t wanna spoil but I know Dan Heng’s story thingie aaaaand we’re just gonna slide that under the rug for the sake of the story lol
“Hey, wanna dance?” Dan Heng eyes shot to you, meeting yours and seeing the expectant look in your eyes.
“Not really.” He replied flatly. You, on the other hand, didn’t seem bothered as you stood up from your position and took a couple steps away before you just started to move. Slow steady motions to follow the soft song that played in the quiet room.
Dan Heng’s gaze softened as his head relaxed against the cold, metal wall behind him. You were such an enigma to him. You fit in with the other members of the Astral Express so perfectly yet there was something so astoundingly special about you. He gravitated to you with such little hesitation, it was scary.
As he watched your figure move to the music that would cut out every now and then, he felt a sense of peace within his aching heart. The more time he spent with you, the more he was sure that if the world fell into a perpetual darkness, you’d just end up becoming the sun for everyone. Your bright smile, your warm attitude, your kind heart, and your unending desire to help everyone around you.
You were the sun that lit up his heart.
Your sweet laughter filled the dark room that would have small bursts of sparks within the wiring of the console for the door. Dan Heng’s green eyes watched still, even if it was hard. Even if the radio cut out every few seconds, the song playing reflected what he felt in his core.
A smile tugged at the man’s lips as he slowly moved his head side to side watching you move. Dan Heng’s eyes shot to the window and through the cracks he saw the thinnest light far in the distance on tbe horizon.
The sun rises every single morning.
Chuckling softly, Dan Heng pushed himself up and stepped towards you, taking your hands.
Your ice, cold hands.
He squeezed them as he slowly spun you around before meeting your gaze.
“I love you…” he murmured softly. You smiled up at him and he saw the little wrinkles in the corner of your eyes- it was a genuine smile.
“Your timing is so shit.” You said, making him laugh a little as he nodded.
“Yeah, well, better late than never.” He shrugged before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Go on a date with me.”
“Yeah? Where? Dinner dates are cute and all but they’re kinda expensive sometimes.”
“Doesn’t always have to be expensive food, right?” He asked as he spun you once more. Suddenly, that static in the radio melted away for you two and you barely registered it anymore.
“Absolutely. But let’s do something fun! Amusement park or like a club!” You suggested, eyes brightening.
“That sounds like a lot of noise for someone like me.” Dan Heng reminded you, but you waved your hand as you kicked some broken metal plating aside.
“Those are my conditions for the date.” Dan Heng adored that attitude of yours. That cute stubbornness that wouldn’t go away even if you were facing your demise. You’d probably look the god of death in the eye and laugh.
After all, the last thing you’d want is a date where you’re cooped up in a room.
“Club it is. We’ll dance some more.” He said as he squeezed your hand, feeling his vision blur a little. You looked absolutely beautiful, even with those bruises on your face and your dirty clothes.
“Are you gonna take me home too?” You asked as you leaned closer, sliding your hands up his chest and resting your wrists on his shoulders.
“Should I? On the first date?” He teased, making you roll your eyes.
“Yeah! But it’s you!” You insisted, cheeks flushing red a little. Dan Heng leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours before he nodded.
“Ok, I’ll take you home then.”
“Well wake up the next day and have some breakfast! We can make it at home! Cook together in our undies.” You suggested and he just nodded along.
“As long as it’s not overly unhealthy, I like the idea.” Dan Heng’s grip tightened around your waist as you stumbled against him a little.
“We’d be such a cute couple.” You said with a slight sighing, as if you knew people would be jealous. Dan Heng nodded along as he looked down at you.
At some point, flashes of red filled the room but you two were simply too engrossed within your plans and dancing.
“Aren’t you gonna kiss me?” You asked with a slight pout.
“I thought I was gonna do that when I took you home.” He said, tilting his head a little making you scoff.
“Well, you can kiss me now too!”
He loved you. Dan Heng loved you so much that no matter how scared or sad he was, it all disappeared when he was with you.
Even now.
“Ok, I’ll kiss you now then.” He murmured as he leaned. His lips softly brushed against yours and you two melted against one another ignoring the taste of blood.
The kiss was soft and gentle, speaking all the words you two possibly couldn’t. Conveying those hidden feelings and making up for lost time all at once. He adored every inch of you, every little particle that belonged to you.
Pulling away, Dan Heng’s hand cupped your cheek. The light that cascaded from the cracked window got brighter but he kept his gaze within yours.
The radio must’ve stopped playing but you two kept swaying to the static. The red flashes of the soundless alarm no longer worried him. His vision blurred and he could no longer see your wound that most likely began to bleed to again from the movement. The repair tools that were abandoned fell from his mind just as they had from his hands. They sat, long forgotten, by the doors that were locked shut.
The sun would come up tomorrow but neither of you would be alive to see it.
Even so, he was the happiest in his life. With you, within your embrace, within those beautiful eyes of yours. His sun shone brightly down on him, bathing him in those warm, comforting rays. Though hope of rescue was long lost, the happiness that bloomed within him thanks to your light was enough.
Dan Heng didn’t need to see the sunrise tomorrow. He had it right here, in his arms. He was dancing with the brightest star he’d ever seen.
#dan heng x reader#dan heng#hsr dan heng#hsr dan heng x reader#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail angst#angst#🖊─ pocky’s writings
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H&L: Drunk Texting HCs
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re: in which they’re drunk texting you…
“woman” used
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Masaki
• Alright, so he’s about what you’d expect him to be… If you’re thinking cheery and flirtatious, you’re right. Almost obnoxiously so. If you don’t respond quick enough, he’ll be blowing your phone up with every little thought that he has. “Do yuo remmember when we first met? Did yup think I was cool?” “Doyou think birds get sad?” “Wish food was opne…hungry.”
• His texting isn’t atrocious, but there’s definitely some word-deciphering to be done here and there. Seems to consistently type “you” wrong.
• Sends a blurry selfie or two. You save them, obviously, because his adorable smile is to die for. Yeah, go ahead and make that his contact picture too. Oh, but he expects a selfie in return, obviously. “Let me see yup beaotiful, send yuor beautful face.”
Hyuga
• This guy doesn’t text. He just doesn’t. What’s an emoji? He has no idea. However, on the occasion when drinking, if you aren’t around, he may whip his phone out and start texting you. Though, it’s mostly just him telling you to come to wherever he is. “Come over” “It’s 1 in the morning…” “Fine I’m coming to you” And don’t doubt him, because he will. Because he’d much rather actually be with you than just texting you.
• If he can’t see you, he’ll probably opt to calling you at some point as his vision grows blurry and texting becomes increasingly more difficult. Will accidentally call someone else though, because he can’t figure that damn phone out. Old man Hyuga. “Hah? Who’s this? Why’re you with my woman? …Ah, sorry Ukyo, wrong number.”
• Will most definitely pass out at some point, but not without saying goodnight first. He’s a gentleman, after all. Rolls eyes. “Night see you tomorrow” “Wait, Nori, did we have plans tomorrow? Nori?” Aaaand he’s out.
Hirai
• One word: needy. Something akin to a puppy, but maybe even worse than that. At least puppies eventually wear themselves out, but Hirai seems to be on an endless timer when drunk. Remind him that you love him, he’s begging you. Call him cute, that’d make him really happy. “You still love me, right? You seemed like you were mad at me the other day and I just wanted to say that—“ cue very long paragraph with a bunch of nonsense. Sigh.
• Lots of heart emojis. Like, almost at the end of every text. Always pink hearts too, like the one he has next to your contact name. “Just watching some show, what’re you up to ♡”
• Really just wants to remind you how much you mean to him, how cute you are, how much he needs you… Please don’t leave him on read, even if he gets a tad annoying. He gets his feelings hurt really easily when drunk, especially if it’s by his beloved. Also, he’s a bit embarrassed by it all the next day… Don’t use it against him, he really can’t bare it.
Dan
• Incoherent. That’s it. Like, you have to wonder if he’s typing with his eyes closed. “Covet said smthhg I can remembrance” “Covet” “COBRA DAMSIT” “Want smoe chzzy Roman” …Yeah, good luck figuring that all out.
• At some point he’s practically typing while asleep, but is still so adamant about texting you that his fingers seem to have a mind of their own. You can ignore his illegible texts, he really won’t blame you. In fact, it’s probably for the better. That way he can eventually forget about his phone and actually go to sleep.
• If out in public, will probably end up losing his phone somewhere throughout the night. It wouldn’t be the first time. He also dropped it in a toilet once. Yeah, maybe he needs to stop drunk texting you…
Brown
• If one thing is consistent about his phone drunk self and his real life drunk self, it’s how flirty is. Like, borderline inappropriate. If the two of you weren’t already dating, you definitely would have blocked him. He really can’t help himself though, he just thinks you’re so sexy. What’s a man to do? “Send some pics, doll” “Pics of what?” “Everything” Unfortunately, (or maybe fortunately?) you can probably expect him to send a few pictures himself… I’ll leave that up to your imagination.
• Pretty sporadic and inconsistent texts, especially if he’s out drinking instead of at home. Sometimes it’ll be seconds between replies, and sometimes hours. There’s really no telling, so don’t bother trying to have some sort of consistent conversation with him. “Miss you, doll” “I just saw you earlier this afternoon” [2 hours later] “Sorry, was trying to find your point” “-_-“
• This man has no shame. He will not feel any regrets for anything he says or does the following sober morning. In fact, expect this sort of drunk behavior pretty often. No matter what choice of scenery he’s chosen to drink in, he’ll always end up texting you. Well, at least you know his focus is always on you.
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Saving Cinderella
(A little AU story about “that party” at Saltburn. I don’t feel it’s as good as my other works (as I ran into some writer’s block), but I just hope you like it!)
You really should’ve known better.
As much as you didn’t like Oliver (you found him quite creepy, honestly) he was still the new friend of your long-term boyfriend Felix, so you tried to be nice to him for his sake. But you hated the way he always stared at you, and how he always seemed to try and cut in on your time with Felix whenever you two wanted to be alone; it was almost as if he thought you were a bug that needed to be squashed, merely an obstacle to his eventual possession of Felix. As much as you told yourself it was nothing, something still felt really “off” about him, and you didn’t like being around him.
As such, you couldn’t help feeling relieved when Felix promised you he’d be going home after his birthday party tonight; while you didn’t know the whole story (as Felix didn’t seem to want to talk about it and you didn’t want to push him), you understood they’d had some kind of an argument and Felix didn’t really want him around any longer. Whatever the case, you were just looking forward to having one on one time with your boyfriend again.
Dressed up as Cinderella for the party, you were milling around, drinking wine, and occasionally talking to Venetia and the other guests. At some point, Oliver approached you, telling you Felix was in the hedge maze and wanted to talk to you about something. Stupidly (and not thinking entirely straight because of the alcohol you had consumed), you headed into the hedge maze by yourself in search of your boyfriend. You made it to the statue of the minotaur, before you got the feeling that something wasn’t right.
“Felix? Honey, where are you?” You called out.
Just then, you felt someone jump onto you from behind, trying to pull you to the ground. You struggled and tried to scream, but whoever it was pushed you, smashing your head into the base of the statue and creating a large gash on your forehead in the process. As you managed to turn and fight, you finally got a good view of your assailant.
It was Oliver.
As you struggled and fought, he kept ranting incoherently, shouting things like “stupid bitch” and “filthy slut” as he yelled that Felix belonged to him and no one else. You tried your hardest, managing to scratch and wound him a few times, but in your inebriated state, Oliver’s strength overwhelmed yours. He forced you to the ground, wrenching your left arm and crushing your ribs as he lay on top of you. His hands closed around your throat and squeezed as he gave you a creepy smile and whispered,
“One minute to midnight, Cinderella.”
You kicked and struggled to breathe, trying to reach for something to fight him off as your vision started to blur; he was choking the life out of you.
This is it, you thought. This is how I go.
Just then, you heard a voice yell “Get your filthy hands off her!” And you saw a flash of gold wings to your right; it was Felix.
He rushed up from behind Oliver, tackling him and pulling him off you. You immediately gasped for air and struggled to your feet, seeing Felix beat up Oliver as some of the other party guests came in behind him, before the overwhelming sense of wooziness overtook you, and everything went black as you collapsed.
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“Baby? Come on, baby, please wake up…”
You felt a kiss on your lips, and you awoke; finding yourself in Felix’s bed, dressed in one of his large pajama shirts. You didn’t know how long it’d been. A day, two days? You weren’t sure. All you knew was that you felt a little spaced out and woozy, that you had a huge bandage on your head, and that you were looking at an extremely worried Felix who looked like he hadn’t slept in days.
He sighed with relief as your eyes opened. “Honey? Thank God; I was starting to think you’d never wake up after Ollie went off his head like that.”
Oliver. Now you remembered. You started to sit up in a panic, trying to get out of bed, but Felix stopped you. “No, don’t get up so fast; you’re gonna make yourself dizzy and I don’t want you falling again.”
“But—Oliver, he, he’ll try to hurt you—!”
“Calm down, love. He’s not here anymore. He can’t hurt you or me ever again.”
You looked confused now. “What happened? Wait…don’t tell me you—!”
Felix laughed. “Relax, honey. I didn’t kill him; I’m not that stupid. But I did give him a good thrashing before the men in white coats took him away. Should’ve done it a while ago, honestly; he was completely out of his mind.”
“So he’s…what, in jail?”
“Kind of. He’s in a secure hospital for the criminally insane. I seriously doubt he’ll be going anywhere for a while.”
He sighed. “Honey, I’m so sorry you had to put up with him. I knew he was a little off, but I never thought he’d go this far to get to me. I…I guess I just didn’t want to believe he was that sort of a person.”
You hugged Felix, just feeling relieved he was here and you were safe with him, before speaking up.
“I’m just glad it’s over and I’ve got my Prince Charming back.”
Felix laughed, before picking something up; one of the clear “glass slippers” you’d worn as part of your Cinderella costume that night.
“By the way, “Cinderella”, you left your shoe in the maze.”
He held you close and kissed you, whispering against your neck.
“But at least I don’t have to travel around the whole kingdom to find my queen.”
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@arianatheangel-girl is SO GOOD, EVERY SINGLE one of her fics... THEY ALWAYS BLOW MY MIND!!! Thank you for writing me a saltburn one!!!!
#submission#saltburn fanfic#felix catton x reader#oliver is mentally insane diagnosed with obsession and greed
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A Man's Worth
Tup x Fem!Reader
Chapter 3: Death in the Twilight
Summary: Your date-night with Tup is interrupted when your stalker finds you and won’t leave without you. Tup heroically comes to your defense, but is overpowered by the assailant and you are taken away. After your rescue, Tup struggles with his insecurities and self-worth as he tries to heal physically, mentally, and emotionally.
Pairing: Tup x Fem!Reader
Characters: Tup, Kix, Fives, Echo, Rex, Jesse, Hardcase, Dogma
Tags & Warnings: 18+, established relationship, domestic fluff, minor suggestive themes, stalking, kidnapping, violence, blood, major injuries, whump, trauma, angst, hurt/comfort, minor character death, self-worth, masculinity, depression, PTSD
Word Count: 6.6k
Author’s Note: This is probably the quickest I've ever updated a fic, but that's only because the chapter was already written. However, I did edit it so it connects better with the previous one. Beware, this chapter is pure angst. No fluffiness in sight! The next chapter will be a little slow to come out, since I haven't written it yet. Also, there may be a fifth chapter because I can't seem to stop. As always, please enjoy 💚
Beta Read: By the lovely @commander-sunshine!
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3
It’s cold, so very cold, and wet. Where did all this water come from? Tup wonders. He tries to move his body away from the cold and wet feeling, but none of his limbs obey his mental commands. Why can’t I move? The tips of his toes begin to tingle, and the odd sensation travels up his legs and torso, eventually spreading into every nook and cranny of his body, like water filling an empty vessel. The tingle turns into a throb, then an ache, and finally into a burning fire.
He feels the weight of something crushing his chest and his breath is stolen. Why can’t I breathe? Where did my lungs go? He tries to open his mouth to scream for help, but it also won’t listen to his commands. Is he even in his body right now? He tries to remember where he is and why he’s there. It’s dark, pitch dark, and silent, like a stasis of being. An ominous and unnerving thought nags at the back of his mind, but it refuses to be caught into his consciousness.
Suddenly, a bright light breaks through the darkness, but it looks cold. It doesn’t look like the light he imagined the call of death would resemble. Wait… Death? Am I dead? He tries to remember, but the picture in his mind is fractured like puzzle pieces dumped onto a floor. Parts of a whole scattered across a vast and never-ending expanse. His remaining thoughts are pierced by a loud noise. He wants to cover his ears from the ringing but he can’t. His eyes finally open.
The artificial lights are bright and his vision is blurry. The constant beeping sound stabs into his skull. His head is swirling as his mind fails to comprehend where he is. It’s too bright. It’s too loud. He attempts to take a breath, but he can’t. He tries to move his hands, but he can’t. He tries to speak, but he can’t. Panic sets in and the beeping sound becomes louder and faster, pounding further and deeper into his head. All he wants is for someone to make it stop.
“Hey, hey, hey,” a muffled and calm voice breaks through his panicked haze. “Easy vod’ika. Udesii. Calm down.”
Tup’s mind is a swirling mess of confusion and incoherent thoughts. He can’t place the voice, and he doesn’t care who it belongs to as long as they make the noise stop. He needs help. He needs the voice to help him. His body won’t move and his lungs won’t work. I can’t breathe. Why can’t I move my legs? Why can’t I move my arms? Tup struggles weakly against his confines, desperately attempting to move something, anything, but a set of firm hands stops him.
“Tup,” the muffled voice becomes clearer and is more stern than before. The figure stands over him, blocking out the bright lights overhead, while waving a hand across his vision. “Look at me.”
Tup blinks to try and clear away his blurry vision. He sees the dark outline of a face, but he can’t make out who it belongs to. He feels something odd, then his stomach lurches and he stifles a cough against his teeth as he feels a long tube being pulled out of the inside of his body and neck. The feeling is startling and uncomfortable, but nothing he can’t handle. He tries to take a deep breath now, but he can’t. Why can’t he breathe? Why won’t the blurry man let him breathe?
“Tup, breathe through your nose,” the soothing voice commands. “Focus on breathing through your nose.”
Tup blinks harder and the picture becomes clear. It’s Kix. He wonders what Kix is doing here. He tries to ask him, but he can’t open his mouth. Why can’t he open his mouth? The new realization sets in. He can’t open his mouth, which is why he can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. A fresh wave of panic washes over him and that incessant beeping noise gets louder and faster again. The beeping matches the rhythm of his heart and it pounds into his head like a stake.
“You’re giving me no choice,” Kix sighs as he grabs a small syringe off the counter. “I need you to calm down and breathe through your nose.” He takes the syringe and injects the contents into the IV attached to Tup’s neck.
Tup feels a rush of warm liquid travel to the ends of his extremities. He sees stars and his body lightens as he becomes a little drowsy. His heartbeat begins to slow and the beeping of the heart monitor follows the new rhythm. As his nerves settle, he starts breathing disjointedly through his nose. Kix looks in his eyes and breathes with him, trying to have him match his rhythm. A slow inhale and a slow exhale, over and over again, until Tup is breathing at his own pace.
“That’s it,” Kix praises softly. “You’re doing great.”
As his body falls deeper and deeper into a relaxed state, Tup tries to ask Kix what’s going on, but he still can’t open his mouth. His eyes grow wide, but his body won’t let him fall into another panic episode. He eyes Kix and tries to communicate that he can’t open his mouth, but Kix doesn’t catch on to his attempts at telepathy. Instead, Kix sits in the chair next to the hospital bed, throws his head back, and sighs in relief. Tup is confused at his actions and waits for him to speak.
Kix picks his head back up and leans toward the bed. “Thank the Maker, you're finally awake.”
Tup furrows his brow in confusion, the only body part he can seem to move at the moment.
“You gave us quite the scare,” Kix chuckles lightheartedly.
Tup doesn’t know what Kix is talking about.
“You didn’t wake up after your surgery,” Kix explains as he leans back in the chair and rubs his forehead. “And to be honest, we weren’t sure if you would wake up at all. It’s been Five rotations.”
Tup’s eyes widen with the startling news, but the pieces of his memory are still scattered.
“You have multiple fractures in both legs, your left arm, several cracked ribs, internal bleeding, a skull fracture, and a broken jaw,” Kix continues to explain. “We were able to reconnect most of the broken pieces during surgery and repair the internal bleeds.”
Tup’s breathing quickens at the laundry list of injuries he’s unsure how he got.
“I had to wire your jaw shut too,” Kix notes as he realizes he should have mentioned that piece of information first since he’s been talking to himself for the entirety of the conversation. “Which is why you can’t open your mouth and need to breathe through your nose. I also had to intubate you using a trach in your throat because you stopped breathing eight times, but I removed that when you woke up.”
Tup’s mind goes numb with all the information. Some pieces are clicking back together as he now understands why he can’t speak or why he had so much trouble breathing. He still doesn’t remember how he received such severe injuries that warranted this much medical intervention. As he studies Kix’s face for more answers, he can see the dark circles under his eyes and his hair threatening to cover the tattoo on the side of his head. He looks burnt out and exhausted.
“Also, you’re in traction,” Kix adds as he rubs the back of his neck. “Basically, you’re immobile. Well, except for your head and your right hand, but I restrained both just in case you had an intense reaction when you woke up. Glad I did too. I didn’t need you pulling your breathing tube out.”
Tup stares into Kix’s eyes, trying to communicate all his observations and questions to him, but has no luck.
Kix can see the searching look in Tup’s eyes as they dart around. He cocks his head to the side at the obvious dilemma and thinks for a moment. “If I remove the restraints,” Kix begins with hesitation, “will you promise not to do anything stupid? Blink twice for yes or once for no.”
Tup blinks twice in response. What could he possibly do with one hand?
Kix walks around to the other side of the medical bed and undoes the restraint holding Tup’s right hand securely to the rail. Tup slowly moves his arm, rolls his wrist, and expands and contracts his fingers to gauge their function. Kix then removes the strap holding his head in place and eyes Tup suspiciously for a moment. Once he’s satisfied with his patient's calm demeanor, he places a data-pad down next to his free hand. “Type what you want to ask me,” Kix says.
Tup carefully turns his head to the side to look at the data-pad and taps on the letters slowly with his fingers. The data-pad, like most, has a text to voice feature, so after he types the words, the built-in voice reads them to Kix.
What happened?
“You don’t remember?” Kix asks with a raised eyebrow.
No.
“Great,” Kix sighs as he grabs his own data-pad with Tup’s medical chart pulled up. He scrolls through some information and makes a few notes. “I’ll add concussion to the list.”
What happened?
“Based on the holo-recording Fox gave us,” Kix begins to explain in a serious tone, not bothering to look up from his data-pad. “You picked a fight with a clone serial killer and miraculously survived.”
Tup knits his brows in confusion as he tries to remember the events, but everything is fuzzy.
Show me.
Kix looks up from his data-pad and frowns. “That’s not a good idea.”
Tup slaps his hand down on the data-pad, his only way of showing emotion. He wants to see it. He wants to see what happened because he can’t remember any of it. He knows he’s forgetting something important and it’s clawing at the back of his mind like an animal trying to escape a cage. He tries to think back to the events that led him here, but the fog is too thick to see through. He gets glimpses, flashes of light, pricks of pain, and sounds that drift along like strangled chords.
Kix crosses his arms and weighs the pros and cons. On one hand the footage could jog his memory, but it’s also disturbing, and watching himself get brutally beaten could put Tup in a state of panic. Kix grumbles to himself but gives in. If things go south, he can always sedate him. Kix swipes through his data-pad and pulls up the footage the Corrie Guard sent over the night they found Tup. He hesitates, but holds the data-pad up for Tup to see and presses play.
Tup watches as the silent recording starts out with an empty alley. As the holo-cam footage rolls further, he sees himself come into view with a woman behind him. A woman? Who is she? The heart monitor starts beeping faster as his thoughts start reeling, trying desperately to remember. Something is coming back to him, but it’s still too vague to connect, like an extension cord that’s too short. If only he had more length. Kix looks up at the monitor and back down at Tup’s face.
His breathing quickens through his nose as he watches himself fight the monstrosity of man in the footage. Then it happens, his fist gets caught. He feels a twinge in his left hand. He may not remember, but his body does. His body remembers all of it. He continues to watch as his limbs are snapped in half and the woman in the footage cowers against the alley. It’s there. It’s on the tip of his tongue. If he could vomit it out, he would. The name. The name of the woman.
A shooting pain strikes like lightning across the back of Tup’s head. He brings his right hand up to touch it out of reflex, but Kix grabs it before it can make contact. Tup looks up at Kix and Kix shakes his head as a warning. Tup’s face scrunches at the shooting pain. He wants to yell, but the most he can do is grunt incoherently through his wired jaw. The pain is excruciating. He wants to keep watching to see what happens to the woman, but Kix pulls it away before it ends.
“That’s enough for now,” Kix says. He rummages through a drawer and pulls out a small vial and a new syringe. “This will help with the pain.” Kix pushes the medicine through the IV and sits back in the chair with his data-pad on his lap.
After a few seconds, Tup starts to feel relief from the stabbing pain in his head and relaxes again. He flips the holo-footage through his mind like pages in a book, roving over them as he tries to understand the whole picture. Little pieces begin to creep back into his mind. Pain. So much pain. The sound of his own screaming resounds in his mind like an alarm bell. Then a face. A face that’s very important to him. A face that he’s desperately trying to remember.
“You’ll be happy to know that he’s been eliminated,” Kix says with a reassuring smile. Tup is pulled from his wandering thoughts. “And she’s safe.”
Tup scrunches his brows together and forces his brain to think. She. Who is she? He closes his eyes and tries to remember, searching the recesses of his mind. Then he hears it. The sound of your voice, broken and terrified. A sound he thought he could never forget, but he did. He forgot about you. The memories of your life together flood into his mind like a broken dam. The sound of you crying and the sound of you begging that monster to let him go, it churns his stomach.
It’s all backwards. He was supposed to protect you, but ultimately, you protected him. This isn’t right. None of it. What is wrong with him? Why couldn’t he take him? Why couldn’t he protect you? What kind of soldier does that make him? What kind of a man does that make him? The destructive thoughts infect his mind, taking root in every corner of his psyche, smashing his pride and crushing his ego into little tiny pieces of worthless dust. A failure, that’s what he is.
Kix watches and waits for Tup to respond to the good news, but he doesn’t. The lack of response concerns Kix for a moment, but perhaps the pain medicine was a little much for his system and he didn’t hear him the first time. “He’s dead and she’s safe,” Kix repeats a little louder.
How?
Kix finds the first question odd, but he rolls with it. “Fives, Echo, and Jesse went on a manhunt, killed him, and rescued her,” Kix begins to explain.
Tup rolls his eyes, and Kix takes notice. Of course someone else had to save his girlfriend, Arc troopers no less. The strongest and bravest of all the clones. Tup scoffs at himself in his mind, thinking about his pathetic attempt at protecting you and then failing in the most horrific way possible. Not only did his girlfriend have to bribe the offender to let him go, but he can’t even get the satisfaction of killing the scum himself. It’s humiliating, another man finishing his fight and saving his woman.
“Even with the three of them in full kit, it wasn’t easy to take him down,” Kix explains further. He realizes that something isn’t right with Tup’s reaction. He can’t fully place it, but he has a hunch, and it has him worried. “According to Fives, he took a blaster shot to the chest and kept moving. I’m still baffled how you went up against this guy alone and survived with no protection.”
Luck.
Kix chuckles half-heartedly at the short answer. “Must be.”
Who was he?
Kix pauses and wonders where this line of question is leading. “They ran him through facial recognition and it turns out he was known as the Clone Killer,” Kix explains with a shocked expression. “He was wanted in several planetary systems for killing at least fifty clones, but he’s dead now. Fives made sure of that.”
Tup huffs through his nose and Kix furrows his brows. Of course it was Fives. He doesn’t want to hear about the ARC trooper’s heroic rescue of his girlfriend or how Fives killed the man responsible. They’re probably already dating each other at this point if he’s been unconscious for five rotations. He doesn’t blame her. He wouldn’t want to be with him either, seeing as he’s so useless. She’s better off with an ARC trooper protecting her. She’s better off without him.
“She’s here if you want to see her,” Kix mentions with a smile in an attempt to cheer him up and bring the conversation back to being about you.
No.
“No?” Kix questions. Now he’s really confused and concerned about what’s going on in Tup’s brain. “What do you mean, no?”
No.
“You do remember who she is, right?” Kix asks, double checking that the concussion didn’t wipe out all of his memories.
Yes.
“Then why don’t you want to see her?” Kix continues, still shocked by Tup’s apathetic responses.
Tup doesn’t answer, but instead looks away from Kix. He doesn’t want his brother to see the humiliation and embarrassment growing on his face. He doesn’t have to explain his reasoning. He doesn’t have to share his deepest fears or his radical insecurities that all of a sudden moved in and kicked his old confident self out. This is his problem, his fight, and his battle. His other fight was stolen from him, so this one he’s going to keep all to himself and wage on his own.
Kix raises an eyebrow and studies Tup for a moment, his hunch becoming more and more apparent at the silent treatment he’s receiving. “Oh, I see,” Kix says knowingly while crossing his arms. “Your pride got hurt, didn’t it? Because you couldn’t save your girlfriend and someone else did.”
Tup turns his head and glares at Kix as he sees right through him. Kix’s intuition and blatant disregard for his privacy makes him angry. His reasons are none of Kix’s business. How dare he say it out loud with such disdain in his voice, mocking him as he lies helpless in a hospital bed. He didn’t ask to be saved and he didn’t ask for Kix to psychoanalyze his private thoughts. This whole situation is ridiculous, meaningless, and he wants to be left alone.
“I don’t see what you’re so upset about,” Kix says in bewilderment. “You walked away from this with your life. You could’ve died.”
Should have.
Kix rubs his hand across his mouth and huffs in disbelief. He gets up from his chair, walks to the side of the bed, and lowers his face down to be eye to eye with Tup. “You listen to me and you listen well,” Kix begins with a stern voice. “I didn’t save your life so you could lie here and brood about your fragile masculinity. I don’t care about your feelings and I don’t care about your pride or your dignity or your ego. I only care that your heart keeps beating and your lungs keep breathing. So suck it up trooper.”
Tup scrunches his face into the best sneer he can make in response to Kix’s fiery words.
“So, that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” Kix says as he straightens up and shakes his head. “Well, I’ll let everyone know you’re awake and that you don’t want any visitors. Rex and the others have only been sitting in that waiting room for five rotations waiting for you to wake up, but by all means, wallow here alone in your own self-pity.”
Kix turns to leave and Tup throws the data-pad at his back. It hits without much force and clatters against the tiled floor.
Kix takes a deep breath, whips around, and glares back at Tup in anger. “I swear, if you weren’t already broken, I’d break you myself!”
Kix grabs the data-pad off the floor and lays it on the counter. He then leaves the room, slams the door behind him, and leans his back against it. He sighs and brings his hands up to rub his face. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy, traumatic injuries never are, but he wasn’t expecting this type of reaction, and definitely not to this severity level. If this is any indication of how the rest of the recovery will be, it’s going to be a hard-fought and bumpy road for everyone.
Kix thinks about his options and decides the next best course of action is to let everyone know Tup’s awake and alert. He meanders his way through the sterile hallways, medics and orderlies rushing past him as he thinks about how to explain Tup’s condition. He can use all his medical knowledge and verbiage to make it sound less impactful, or he can just come out and say it and wait for the shock factor to wear off, like ripping a bandaid off.
He rounds the corner to the waiting room, pauses, and takes a step back into the corridor. He smiles fondly. A sea of white and blue all tangled together with you at the center. You’re sitting sideways in one of the waiting room chairs, head leaning against Rex’s shoulder with your legs outstretched on Jesse’s lap. Jesse, Echo, and Fives are leaning against each other, while Hardcase and Dogma are leaning peacefully against Rex.
The image is almost too pure to disturb so he pulls out his data-pad to snap a holo-photo of the moment. Maybe showing it to Tup will help him understand how valued and loved he truly is. Kix looks at the holo-photo and smiles. They may be clones, and viewed as a subhuman species to most, but their bond as brothers is the strongest force in the universe. No one messes with one of their brothers and gets away with it. If no one else will protect them, they must do it themselves.
Kix sighs and braces himself to deliver the news. He walks into the waiting room, approaches Rex, and gently rouses him from his sleep. Rex blinks and straightens himself up to stretch his shoulders, which starts a cascading effect of waking the others around him. You stir as your head dips from Rex moving his shoulder, which causes you to kick Jesse and wake him. One by one, each trooper stirs from their slumber and stretches out their cramped bodies.
“What’s the news?” Rex sleepily asks as he rubs his face.
“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” Kix asks in return.
You startle at the idea of bad news, but Kix stretches out his hand to assure you that the bad news isn’t terrible news. You still wonder what kind of bad news you’re up against. Ever since you were taken, your only reality was that Tup was dead, but after your rescue, you had hope that he was going to survive. “What’s the good news?” you ask, thinking that it will help you get through whatever bad news may come next.
“Tup is awake, alert, and he doesn’t seem to have any permanent brain damage,” Kix answers.
Several sighs of relief and ‘thank the Maker’ erupt from the group. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding in as tears fall from your eyes. Rex rubs your back for reassurance and comfort. Every day of waiting with no answers was painful as you desperately wished for Tup to wake up. There were no guarantees that he would or that if he did wake up, he wouldn’t be catatonic or brain dead. To hear that he’s awake and alert is the greatest news you could ask for.
You look up at Kix and mouth ‘thank you’ to him as the words can barely escape your mouth through the rolling tears of joy. Kix wants to smile, but the other half of his news won’t let him. He doesn’t want to destroy your little bit of joy by sharing about Tup’s spiraling mental health, but he doesn’t have much of a choice. That’s the double-edged sword of being a medic. He has to deliver good news and bad news. He can’t pick and choose which one to give.
“What’s the bad news?” Rex asks cautiously, a twinge of nervousness in his voice.
Kix rubs the back of his neck and tries to formulate his words carefully. “Tup,” Kix begins, but then pauses again before continuing. “Physically, his recovery is progressing as well as expected, but mentally…” Kix trails off as he thinks about his words. “Traumatic events like this one can alter a person’s psychological state, so mentally…” Kix pauses again, struggling for the first time to get words out. “Mentally he’s not doing well.”
“What do you mean, mentally?” you ask in concern. “He’s okay, isn’t he?”
“Well, yes and no,” Kix answers in hesitation as his tone goes high and low with the words. “He’s struggling with his self-worth.”
“Self-worth?” you repeat in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
“Spit it out, Kix,” Rex demands.
Kix sighs and puts all his cards down on the table. “He’s angry at himself about what happened and doesn’t think he deserves to live.”
“What?!” you retort in disbelief. “That’s ridiculous! Of course he deserves to live!”
“Not according to him,” Kix breathes out as he rubs his forehead.
“Can I see him?” you ask, determined to knock some sense into your boyfriend.
Kix frowns. “He doesn’t want any visitors.”
“He doesn’t want to see me?” you repeat quietly with disappointment as your eyes threaten to release more tears.
“Wait a minute, hold on, back up,” Fives interjects, astonishment dripping from his words. “We went through absolute hell to save him and her, and kill the man responsible, and he doesn’t want to see us?!”
“Like I said,” Kix starts calmly. “His mental state is extremely unstable.”
“That doesn’t sound like Tup,” you whisper as you think back to your happy-go-lucky boyfriend and his playful demeanor.
“This type of mental shift isn’t uncommon for trauma survivors,” Kix explains, trying to sound as compassionate and realistic as possible. “It changes people. He may not be the same man you remember, and he may never be that man again.”
The room goes quiet as somber thoughts float around like dandelion seeds caught in a breeze. No one can imagine a different Tup than the one they know so well. He’s always been bright, cheery, playful, and a bit of a tease to his batchmate Dogma. The idea that the Tup they know could be gone forever is a hard pill to swallow, especially for you. To think that your happy life was ripped away in one night is almost too much to bear.
“I want to see him,” you assert as you stand up from your chair.
“That’s not a good idea,” Kix warns while shaking his head.
“I don’t care,” you argue, your emotions cracking through your voice. “I need to hear it from him.”
“We’ll go with you,” Echo adds as he stands up and gestures to Fives and Jesse.
“That’s definitely not a good idea,” Kix emphasizes while putting up both hands.
“Are you going to try and stop me?” you ask as you take a few steps towards Kix and look him in the eyes.
Kix tries to look away, but your conviction catches his gaze. He sighs. “I can’t stop you if you’re determined. I can only strongly advise against it.”
You nod that you understand the risks and are willing to take them.
“However,” Kix cautions, his voice turning serious. “His health is my top priority and I will remove you, any of you, if you aggravate his condition.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” you acknowledge, fully embracing the terms of the visitation. You look back towards Echo, Fives, and Jesse and they give you nods of agreement.
As much as the rest of the group wants to see Tup, they stay behind in the waiting room, content in knowing that their brother is awake and out of immediate danger. Rex gives you a reassuring pat on the shoulder and you return the gesture with the best smile you can form. You take a deep breath then follow Kix down the corridors, staring at your reflection in floor tiles as you stroll along. The three Arc troopers trail along behind you for the silent walk to Tup’s room.
You wonder what you’ll say to him. You’ve had some time to think about it since your rescue, the thoughts you want to express. Your gratitude, your fear, your love, your elation, all of it. You want to tell him everything and not spare any details. He’s in that hospital bed because of you after all, so it’s the least you can offer him. It should have been you, not him. You barely have a scratch on you, which only fuels your anger at yourself for Tup’s condition. He’s not worthless, not to you.
You finally reach his room and Kix stops in front of the door as he mentally prepares himself to walk inside. You decide to fortify yourself too. Kix said Tup’s not the same man as before, but you don’t know what that means. You don’t know what that looks like and you’re not entirely sure you want to know, but you need to know, even if it hurts. Even if he spits in your face and tells you to walk away, you need to know who he is now. You need to know how to love him where he’s at.
You take a deep breath as Kix opens the door and brace yourself. You haven’t seen him since you were in the alley. The last image you have of Tup is him hanging, bloody and lifeless from your stalker’s grip. Your breath quickens and your anxiety spikes as you step into the sterile hospital room. The heart monitor beeps steady and rhythmically, a good sign that he’s relaxed, and as you come around Kix, you finally get your first glimpse of Tup and it breaks your heart.
His entire body is wrapped in bandages, with limbs casted and suspended in the air using pins screwed into joints attached to wires that coil around pulleys. Several IV bags hang on a nearby pole with different fluids dripping through the catheter into his neck. What can be seen of his face is bruised and swollen from his dislocated jaw. The setup looks archaic and almost barbaric, like a scene out of horror holo-film, but it must be necessary if this is what Kix decided.
You cautiously step closer to the bed, with Jesse, Fives, and Echo hanging back alongside Kix to give you a little privacy. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry, that you would be strong for him, but looking at his immobilized body and listening to the beeping monitors threatens to break your resolve. You look back at Kix for reassurance, and he gives you an affirming nod. You walk around to the other side of the bed, to where Tup’s hand is free, and gently place yours atop his.
Tup startles at the sudden touch and you flinch in response to his jerk, but you don’t remove your hand. You brush your thumb along the back of his knuckles in a soothing manner. He slowly turns his head to see who’s touching him and to his surprise, it’s you, smiling down at him with those beautiful eyes he instantly and intimately recognizes. For a moment his heart leaps knowing that you’re alright, that you’re safe, but he lets the feeling fade into his abyss of despair.
“Hey,” you say softly when you notice his eyes are on you. You almost lose your composure with just one word.
He doesn’t answer.
“Oh, yeah,” Kix says under his breath as he realizes Tup can’t communicate. Kix grabs the data-pad off the counter and brings it over to you. “You’ll need this if you want to talk to him.”
Tup glares at Kix for ignoring his wishes. Kix glares back. “Keep it on the bed this time.”
“Thanks,” you say as you grab the data-pad from him. You set it down next to Tup’s hand and wait eagerly for his response.
Leave.
Your heart sinks at the cold solitary word. “What?” you ask in confusion. The first thing he tells you when you finally get to see each other again, is ‘leave’? That can’t be right. Maybe he misspelled ‘love’. That must be it. There’s no reason for him to make you leave, not when you haven’t had a chance to tell him how happy you are to see him alive. You chuckle playfully. “I can’t leave. I just got here.”
Leave.
“Tup,” you say as your smile turns into a worried frown. You search his amber eyes, pleading for him to tell you more. “I’ve missed you.” You put your hand back on top of his and he pulls away from your touch.
Leave.
You hold back your tears as you realize Kix is telling the truth. This isn’t the Tup you remember. This isn’t the Tup that you went on dates with, laughed with, baked with, or made love with. This Tup you don’t know. It isn’t just the endless amounts of bandages or pain medication. No. His cold gaze and lifeless demeanor; this isn’t the same man that you held hands with five rotations ago. “Tup, please,” you plead with a strained voice. “Talk to me.”
Tup averts his gaze and moves his head to look at the other side of the room, and that’s when he sees them. The real heroes. The real clones. The real men. The men that did what he couldn’t. The men who protected you and saved you from your attacker. It’s like a fairytale dream where the princess is saved from the evil monster by the handsome prince, except it’s not him. He didn’t even get a chance to audition for the lead role in his own story and it broke him.
“Tup,” you call to him, hoping to get his attention back on you.
He wishes you would stop saying his name. It sounds disgusting and he doesn’t want your forced pity. It’s embarrassing enough to have you standing there, gawking at his broken body, but to hear you say his name with such sympathy is demeaning. The more he thinks about it the more his anger builds. Anger at himself, anger at you, and anger at the ARC troopers who had the gall to stand in his hospital room and gloat about their triumphant victory. It makes him sick.
Get out.
You finally let your tears fall as your heart shatters into a million pieces. He really doesn’t want to see you, but that’s what you wanted right? To hear it from him? To prove Kix wrong, thinking that you knew Tup enough that he would get one good look at you and he would somehow go back to normal? And now you have your answer, but it isn’t the answer you wanted. It isn’t the answer you hoped for. The nightmare continues, rolling like a stone beaten by a river.
Unable to watch the emotionally depressing scene play out any longer, Fives decides to intervene and bring his two cents to the table. Kix tries to stop him, but Fives is a force to be reckoned with when he’s determined. He doesn’t understand Tup’s attitude at all. He was there at the scene of the crime. He saw his brother’s bones, felt his ripped flesh, and bathed in his blood. He watched the footage, he knows what happened, and it fueled his ravenous revenge.
“Hey!” Fives says forcefully as he approaches Tup and gestures at your tear stained face. “What do you think you’re doing? You’re not supposed to make her cry!”
Not your business.
“All of this is my business,” Fives huffs and crosses his arms. “If it wasn’t for Echo and I, you’d be dead in that dumpster.”
Rather be.
“I’m sorry, what?” Fives questions as he furrows his brows in confusion. “That’s a really strange way of saying thank you.”
For what?
Fives scoffs in disbelief and starts to wonder if Kix is right. “What do you mean ‘for what’? How about thanks for saving your sorry shebs!” Fives points at you. “And hers!”
Didn’t ask.
Fives’ jaw drops, completely baffled at Tup’s response. His anger builds as he remembers every moment of fear he and the others suffered as they waited and prayed to whatever deity would listen that their beloved little brother would wake up. After everything they did, after everything he did, to have Tup dismiss him like this, pains every part of his being. “Do you even know the levels of hell we’ve been through?!” Fives seethes. “Everything I did was for you!”
Usen’ye.
Fives’ blood boils as he narrows his eyes and scrunches his nose, losing the last bit of composure he had. “Why you little, ungrateful piece of–”
“I think that’s enough for today,” Echo interrupts as he stands between Fives and Tup.
“But–” Fives protests.
“Leave it,” Echo interjects sternly. “He’s not himself, and we don’t need you to make things worse.”
Fives grunts in frustration and turns around to leave, bumping Jesse’s shoulder hard as he storms out of the room. Jesse looks at Kix in bewilderment and Kix just shakes his head and sighs. He tried to warn them, but they didn’t listen. Tup’s mental shift hurts him too, but he doesn’t have the time or the emotional capacity to process it like they do, not when he has to deal with it on a daily basis. It’s going to take time and the only thing any of them can do is wait.
Echo walks over to you and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t we let him get some rest.”
Realizing there’s nothing more you can do, you nod your head in agreement. You offer Tup another smile, but he still won’t meet your eyes. “I love you,” you whisper in hopes your words will somehow get through to him, but they don’t. You slump your shoulders and turn away as tears prick the corner of your eyes. The Tup you once knew and loved is gone and it breaks your heart.
Echo stays behind for a second and stares down at Tup. “You may be angry with him,” he begins calmly. “But you’ll never know what it was like to see Fives drenched in blood.”
Tup avoids Echo’s eyes, training them straight ahead and staring into nothingness. He doesn’t want to hear it, any of it. He doesn’t care what sob story they made up to condone their actions. It doesn’t matter to him. It hurts. It hurts more than anyone will ever know, more than he can ever express through a data-pad or spoken word. The pain in his heart is unbearable and the only way he can placate it is by shutting everyone out, because only then can no one hear him cry.
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this has been haunting my brain since I thought of it. (warning it is very not-thought out and incoherent
So, Metamy Vampire AU, like Vampire!Metal Eggman watched too many movies or somethin'
BUT! and hear me out here...Metal like just kidnaps Amy again cause WHY NOT, and then BAM, Amy is a fuckin' werehog, like, just had the thing the whole time, not to mention, she's just a MASSIVE one.
TLDR: Vampire Metal with his/her/their giant werehog girlfriend
please tell me SOMEONE out there in this tag sees my vision.
#[goosehonks]#metamy#I'm going coo-coo about this idea I can't even put it into a coherent sentence.
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Chapter 6
Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).
Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
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𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖙 back to the tents, we all sat outside with our cups of cocoa. I was getting flashes now. They were hazy, lots of smoke and fire as though the tents were burning. I couldn't see a lot except black hoods and shadowy images. I frowned into the fire, not following the thread of conversation.
So, I didn't notice when Fred said my name about four times until Trang knocked my shoulder and I nearly dropped my hot chocolate.
"What?" I said loudly, looking up.
Everyone was staring at me.
"Did you see something. . . interesting?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
I was silent for a moment, not wanting to ruin the good mood, and then said, "Something bad is going to happen, I can feel it."
The others looked uncomfortable.
"What sort of bad thing?" Mr. Weasley asked urgently, "Here, you mean?"
I nodded, "But I don't know what, that's what I was trying to focus on. I think something is going to burn."
"Should we leave, dad?" George asked even though I was the one with the visions.
"No." I said, standing up. "We have to stay. . . for. . . for some reason I don't know." I said, frowning still and headed into the girls tent.
I went ahead and dumped my cocoa out. I had a headache and I dug Muggle Advil out of my bag, swallowing two with water before sliding into bed, falling asleep rather easily.
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𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝕲𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 Trang were fast asleep when I woke up. I could hear faint screaming but it wasn't bad yet. I grabbed my wand and put my combat boots on my feet. Pulling my hair up into a ponytail, I slipped out of the tent.
The Death Eaters were just at Mr. Roberts house, only now lifting him and his wife and his children up into the air. There were only three death eaters, but more were approaching. I felt my stomach roll. Tents were blasted out of the way and the people in the tents tore out of them, screaming. This woke up others. I dashed back into my tent.
"Wake up!" I screamed, jolting Hermione, Ginny, and Trang awake. "Shoes on, grab a jacket, we need to leave now." I hurried over to Trang's cot. She was shoving her feet in her shoes and struggling to put on a jacket.
I dashed out of the tent. I saw someone duck into the Weasleys tent. "Stay here." I said to the other three. I rushed into the tent and screamed, "Mr. Weasley!"
"I'm getting them up Elizabeth! I'm getting them up!" He yelled. "Go into the forest."
Fred and George stumbled sleepily from the tent and followed me out. We were standing outside and one of the death eaters, turned, looking at us and shot a fireball at us. "Duck!" George yelled. I jumped in front and I heard Trang scream my name. "Augmenti!" I murmured. The water met the fireball, but didn't completely cancel it and, with another spell, I cancelled the fireball.
"Elizabeth!" Mr. Weasley said. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Harry, and Ron were out of the tent now. "Go with the others."
I didn't argue, grabbing Trang's hand, and pulled her in front of the others. Ministry Wizards pelted towards us and past us, towards the commotion. Trang was panting, looking terrified. "Why is Mr. Roberts in the air?" She asked me in a scared voice.
"Death Eaters, muggle-baiting." I muttered, slightly incoherent. I was mostly talking to myself. "Need to get you to safety."
Fred, George, and Ginny were very close behind us. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were after them. I slowed up a little. "Hurry up you three." They caught up with us.
"I envisioned us getting separated." I said. "That can't happen, understand."
Everyone nodded and followed me. The colored lanterns were no longer lit and the forest was pitch black. "Lumos!" I whispered, lighting up my wand.
Fred, George, and Ginny all did the same. Then, Ron tripped.
"Ron, are you okay?" Hermione asked and lit her wand too.
"Tripped over a tree root." Ron said angrily.
"Well, with feet that size, hard not to." A drawling voice said from behind us. I spun around with the others.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against the tree. He looked amused, like he was watching a nice little picture show.
"Go fuck yourself." Ron said angrily to Malfoy.
"Language Weasley. Hadn't you better be hurrying along, now? You wouldn't like her spotted, would you." He nodded to Hermione and turned his amused expression on Trang, who balled her fists up.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked defiantly.
"Granger, they're after Muggles." Draco said in a scornful voice. "D'you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? Because if you do, hang around. . . they're moving this way, and it would give us all a laugh."
George growled. Ginny was pulling on Fred's hand but Fred was standing his ground.
Draco turned his gaze on me as Harry snapped and said, "Hermione's a witch."
"Have it your own way, Potter. If you think they can't spot a Mudblood, stay where you are."
"Watch your mouth." I snapped at him. Mudblood was a very offensive term.
"And of course." Draco said. "I'm sure some of the death eaters in the crowd would love to lift you in the air Kane."
Fred grabbed my arm. Several people in the forest screamed. Trang was shaking with anger and fear.
"Scare easily, don't they?" He asked lazily. "I suppose your daddy told you all to hide? What's he up to- trying to rescue the Muggles?"
"What's wrong with that?" Trang asked, her eyes flashing behind her glasses. "At least they're dad is a decent person unlike your parents."
Draco got up from leaning against the tree very quickly but Trang stood her ground and I was proud of her.
"Where're your parents? Out there wearing masks, are they?" Harry said, his temper rising.
Fred laughed, but his hand tightened on my arm.
"Well. . . if they were, I wouldn't be likely to tell you, would I, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"Oh come on." Hermione said with a disgusted look on her face, drawing Ron away from Draco. We started to go and then Malfoy sneered, "Keep that big bushy head down, Granger."
Trang turned and I wasn't sure what she was going to do. Maybe she was going to punch him in the face. Draco's face turned to surprise as she charged him but I grabbed her shoulders and raising my wand, I shouted, "Rictusempra!"
Draco fell to the ground, wheezing and laughing and I dragged Trang after me. "He'll be laughing until his mummy comes and rescues him." I said with a smile. George grinned, but Ginny was leading Fred ahead, looking fearful.
We walked along and I was leading again. We saw a huddle of teenagers and they turned and said, "Où est Madame Maxime? Nous l'avons perdue-"
"Er- what?" Ron asked.
"Oh. . . 'Ogwarts." The girl said, turning her back on us and we continued on.
"Beauxbatons." Hermione muttered behind us.
"Sorry?" Harry asked.
"They must go to Beauxbatons. You know. . . Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. . . I read about it in An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe." Hermione said a bit louder now that we were out of earshot of the Beauxbaton students.
"Oh. . . yeah. . . right." Harry said.
Ron lit his wand too.
"Ah, no, I don't believe it. . . I've lost my wand!" Harry suddenly exclaimed.
Fred, George, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, and Harry all stopped. Trang tried to stop too but I kept pulling her along. "No you didn't." I shouted back, "Someone took it from you in the top box. But I know where he is, come on."
The others ran to catch up with us. "Someone took it?" Harry asked me.
I nodded. "Everything's much clearer now that the events happened. In the top box, someone took your wand."
Trang was panting and her glasses kept slipping down her nose.
"I'm so sorry." I muttered. "I shouldn't have brought you. I forgot the dangers that happen when large groups of us get together. I'm so sorry."
"Elizabeth don't." She said seriously, looking up at me. "I've never had a better time and even now, this is exciting."
Yeesh, this was so like Trang.
Suddenly, there was a rustling noise and Winky came bursting out of the bushes, running with difficulty. I wasn't sure why, probably because she was taking the invisible man or woman with her. I wondered who they were.
"There is bad wizards about! People high- high in the air! Winky is getting out of the way!" She said and continued to run.
"What's up with her?" Ron asked curiously. "Why can't she run properly?"
"Bet she didn't ask permission to hide." Harry said.
"You know, house-elves get a very raw deal!" Hermione said angrily. "It's slavery, that's what it is! That Mr. Crouch made her go up to the top of the stadium, and she was terrified, and he's got her bewitched so she can't even run when they start trampling tents! Why doesn't anyone do something about it?"
"Well, the elves are happy, aren't they?" Ron asked. Ginny looked nervous. "You heard old Winky back at the match. . . 'House-elves is not supposed to have fun'. . . that's what she likes, being bossed around. . ."
"It's people like you, Ron-" Hermione said hotly and I interrupted.
"We need to keep moving guys."
Fred and Ginny were walking alongside the rest of us, the others keeping close behind. We saw goblins who didn't seem to care about what was happening back at camp. They were chuckling over some gold that had gotten and I was sure I overheard the words, ". . . serve him right. . ."
Farther along were a group of young wizards, all talking very loudly. In front of them were three, tall and thin Veela. Trang looked at them with a long glance, getting to see the Veela up close. "I pull down about a hundred sacks of Galleons a year! I'm a dragon killer for the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures."
Trang giggled as the next young wizard shouted, "No, you're not! You're a dishwasher at the Leaky Cauldron. . . but I'm a vampire hunter, I've killed about ninety so far-"
And a third said, "I'm about to become the youngest ever Minister of Magic, I am." I heard Harry snort somewhere behind me and then I heard Ron shout, "Did I tell you I've invented a broomstick that'll reach Jupiter?"
"Honestly!" Hermione scoffed.
At least Fred wasn't trying to impress them, I thought. I reached out, finding his hand in the dark. He squeezed mine in a comforting way.
When we reached the heart of the forest, I stopped walking and sat down, tired. We were very much alone now, except for Winky and someone else. . . but who?. . . out there in the forest.
Ludo Bagman suddenly came out from behind a tree, looking white and strained. "Who's that?" He asked, trying to see us against the blaring lights. "What are you doing in here, all alone?" I noticed his pockets were all pulled out as though someone had been looking through them.
"Well- there's a sort of riot going on." Ron said.
"What?" Bagman asked.
"At the campsite. . . some people got hold of a family of Muggles. . ." Ron finished.
"Damn them!" Bagman said before disapparating.
"Not exactly on top of things, Mr. Bagman, is he?" Hermione asked with a frown. I closed my eyes, leaning back on the ground.
"I bet he was distracted with other things, didn't you notice?" I asked wearily.
There was silence as no one talked. Ron had taken his figurine of Krum out of his pocket and watched it walk around. Trang had her head on my shoulder, snoring softly. Fred had an arm around my shoulder, hugging me closer as I shivered in the cool summer air.
"I hope the others are okay." Hermione said after a long time. It was much quieter.
"They'll be fine." Ron said in a confident voice.
"Imagine if your dad catches Lucius Malfoy." Harry said with a bit of a smile. "He's always said he'd like to get something on him."
"They won't catch any of them." I said. "But it would've been nice if he had."
I sat up, jerking Trang awake.
"Those poor Muggles though, What if they can't get them down?" Hermione asked nervously.
"They will." Ron and I said at the same time.
"Mad, though, to do something like that when the whole Ministry of Magic's out here tonight! I mean, how do they expect to get away with it? Do you think they've been drinking or they just-"
She broke off and all eight of us held our breaths, having heard a noise behind our backs. It sounded as though someone was staggering through the trees. There was another crack on a branch. I held my wand up higher. The footsteps came to a halt.
"Hello?" George called out. Fred shielded Ginny from sight.
Silence. Harry got to his feet and the rest of us stood up too. "Who's there?" Harry asked.
And then a masculine voice yelled, "MORSMORDRE!"
Then a vast, green and glittering shape appeared in the sky. Looking as though it was made from glittering emeralds was a skull. A snake was slithering from its mouth and panic started to rise in me. It rose higher and higher into the sky like a constellation.
All as one, people in the woods started to scream, Ginny and I among them. A panic had filled my chest that I couldn't explain. I hadn't seen this! And. . . Oh God! Fred and George jumped, looking pale white and Trang stared at me in panic.
"Who's there?" Harry asked, starting forward and I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop from screaming, but I was still shaking.
Hermione grabbed his arm, pulling him backwards. "Harry, come on, move."
"What's the matter?" Harry asked. Ginny and I had both stopped yelling though I was using Trang as support and Ginny was shaking like mad. But we barely moved.
"It's the Dark Mark." I choked out.
"You-Know-Who's sign." Hermione said, tugging on his arm again, making him walk.
"Voldemorts?" Harry asked. Everyone except Trang and I flinched.
"Harry, come on!" Hermione begged.
Trang, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and I were already several paces in front of us. Then there were several popping noises and about twenty wizards popped up around us.
"Duck!" Harry screamed.
I jumped on Trang and Fred fell on me and we all huddled on the ground together.
"STUPEFY!" The voices roared and there were red lights passing over our heads.
"Stop! Stop! Those are my kids!" Another voice yelled, a familiar one.
Mr. Weasley was hurrying towards us, looking terrified. "Ron- Harry-Hermione- Fred- George- Ginny- Elizabeth- Trang, are you all right?"
"Out of the way, Arthur." A cold, curt voice said from a different direction. Trang was starting to shake.
"Which of you did it? Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?" Mr. Crouch asked coldly, waving his wand in our faces.
"We didn't do that!" Harry said, gesturing up towards the sky.
"We didn't do anything! What did you want to attack us for?" Ron said angrily, rubbing his elbow.
"Do not lie, sir! You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!" Mr. Crouch's eyes were popping out of his head as though we'd personally offended him.
I gritted my teeth as a ministry witch whispered, "Barty, they're kids, Barty, they'd never have been able to-"
"Where did the Mark come from, you three?" Mr. Weasley asked very quickly.
"Over there." I said, pointing, having recovered my breath and sanity. "There was someone behind the trees, male voice. They shouted an incantation."
"Oh, stood over there, did they? Said an incantation, did they? You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, missy-"
"Only because she's the brightest witch at the school." Fred said indignantly.
"We're too late." The witch who had defended us before said, shaking her head. "They'll have Disapparated."
"I don't think so." Mr. Diggory said. "Our stunners went right through those trees. . . There's a good chance we got them. . ."
"Amos be careful." A few of the wizard said in warning and I wondered why they didn't simply just go with him for protection. But a few seconds later, Mr. Diggory shouted, "Yes! We got them! There's someone here! Unconscious! It's-but- blimey. . ."
"You've got someone?" Mr. Crouch asked in a disbelieving voice as though it really had been one of us. He was eyeing me particularly. "Who? Who is it?"
Mr. Diggory did not answer and so I answered for him, "Winky."
Mr. Crouch gave a start, looking at me, and then at the tiny form Mr. Diggory was carrying. He did not move or speak as she was laid at his feet. The other Ministry wizards were all starting at Mr. Crouch. "This- cannot- be. No-" Mr. Crouch said in a jerky manner.
"Oh but it could be us." I muttered under my breath. Mr. Crouch didn't hear me and strode off into the forest.
"Bit embarrassing. Barty Crouch's house-elf. . . I mean to say. . ." Mr. Diggory muttered.
"Come off it, Amos. You don't seriously think it was the elf? The Dark Mark's a wizard's sign. It requires a wand." Mr. Weasley said very quietly.
"Yeah, and she had a wand." Mr. Diggory argued back.
"It wasn't her." I said.
Mr. Diggory didn't pay me any attention. We weren't in school. These Ministry Wizards weren't Professors. They weren't going to take my word. If only Dumbledore was here. "Here, look." Mr. Diggory held up the wand. "Had it in her hand. So that's clause three of the Code of Wand Use broken, for a start. No non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand."
"She didn't use it." I said, getting a bit annoyed.
There was a pop and Ludo Bagman appeared in the circle, goggling upwards. "The Dark Mark!" He sputtered. "Who did it? Did you get them? Barty! What's going on?"
For Mr. Crouch had returned, white and a bit shaky. He was hiding someone, I knew that much. But who?
"Where have you been, Barty? Why weren't you at the match? Your elf was saving you a seat too- gulping gargoyles? What happened to her?" Bagman said, just noticing Winky laying on the ground.
"I have been busy, Ludo." Mr. Crouch said. "And my elf has been stunned."
"Stunned? By you lot, you mean? But why-" Ludo froze, coming to the conclusion and then said, "No! Winky? conjure the Dark Mark? She wouldn't know how! She'd need a wand, for a start!" Ludo insisted.
"And she had one." Mr. Diggory said. "I found her holding one, Ludo. If it's all right with you, Mr. Crouch, I think we should hear what she's got to say for herself, Ennervate!"
Winky stirred, a bit feebly, looking upwards. She raised herself shakily into a sitting position, looking around at all of us. Then, looking up at Mr. Diggory's face, she saw the skull above his head and burst into sobs.
"Elf! Do you know who I am? I'm a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago, and you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!"
"I-I-I is not doing it, sir! I is not knowing how, sir!" Winky gasped between sobs.
"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Mr. Diggory said, raising the wand.
Harry gasped and said, "Hey- that's mine!"
"Excuse me?" Mr. Diggory said, clearly taken aback.
"That's my wand! I dropped it!" Harry declared.
"You dropped it? Is this a confession? You threw it aside after you conjured the dark mark?" Mr. Diggory said in astonished voice.
I scoffed. Mr. Weasley said angrily. "Amos, think who you're talking to! Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?"
"Er- of course not. Sorry. . . carried away." Mr. Diggory said.
"I didn't drop it there anyways." Harry said jerkily and looked at me and then said, "Apparently it was stolen from me from the top box."
I closed my eyes, rubbing my temples.
"Someone stole it?" Mr. Diggory asked, looking at him.
"Well, I didn't know it was stolen." Harry sputtered. "Elizabeth er- told me it was."
Everyone turned to look at me now and my face grew hot. This wasn't school, these weren't Professors. These Ministry workers didn't know about my futuristic visions. "Well. . ."
Mr. Diggory turned to Winky and said, "You were sitting in the Top Box, weren't you elf."
"I- I was sir." Winky muttered.
"But Winky wasn't the only one sitting next to Harry." I said angrily. "There was someone under an invisibility cloak."
Mr. Crouch's head popped up and he turned to look at me, horrified. "Invisibility cloak?" He choked out. "Did you see who was under it?"
"Well. . . no." I admitted, wondering at his reaction. "I only saw the person's shoe for the slightest second. But I noticed Harry had his wand in his pocket and then when we left the Top Box, it wasn't sticking out anymore. But er, I thought perhaps he had put it somewhere else or shoved it deeper into his pocket so I didn't think anything of it. And I didn't think much about the invisibility cloak anyways because some people simply don't want to be seen."
There was silence and them Diggory turned to Winky and said, "Where did you find the wand?"
"Back- back there." She said pointing back to the trees where she had come from.
"Did you see anyone?" Mr. Diggory asked.
She gulped nervously, looking from Bagman to Crouch. "No one sir!"
"So did you use the wand?" Mr. Diggory asked.
"I is not doing it! I is not knowing how! I is a good elf! I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!" Winky said, in a terrified voice.
Trang was squeezing my arm. George, Ron, and Fred looked uncomfortable. Ginny had her hands over her mouth. Fire was burning in Hermione's eyes. Harry looked confused.
"Amos, think about it." Mr. Weasley said quickly. "No one except the Death Eaters knew how to conjure the mark. Where would Winky have even have learned the spell if she had indeed picked up the wand in the first place?"
"Perhaps," Mr. Crouch said, quiet cold anger lacing every syllable, "Amos is suggesting that I routinely teach my servants to conjure the Dark Mark?"
I shifted nervously on my feet as silence filled the yard once again. But it wasn't confused silence like after my testimony. It was an uncomfortable silence. Fred moved closer to where I was standing. I felt that he might want to ask me a question and I stepped back closer to him.
"Mr. Crouch. . . not. . . not at all." Mr. Diggory said.
Fred bent down and whispered in my ear, "When does this end?"
I held up four fingers meaning four minutes.
"You have now come very close to accusing the two people in this clearing who are least likely to conjured that Mark! Harry Potter- and myself! I suppose you are familiar with the boy's story, Amos?" Mr. Crouch asked in anger, his voice steadily rising.
"Of course- everyone knows-" Mr. Diggory sputtered, highly uncomfortable.
"And I trust you remember the many proofs I have given, over a long career, that I despise and detest the Dark Arts and those who practice them?" Mr. Crouch shouted, his eyes bulging like some sort of insect, perhaps a praying mantis.
"Mr. Crouch- I- I never suggested you had anything to do with it!" Mr. Diggory said, turning red behind his large brown beard.
"If you accuse my elf, you accuse me, Diggory. Where else would she have learned to conjure it?"
"She- she might've picked it up anywhere. . ." Mr. Diggory muttered.
"Amos, I am fully aware that, in the ordinary course of events, you would want to take Winky into your department for questioning, I ask you, however, to allow me to deal with her." Mr. Crouch said, his voice lowered again.
I snorted. Not much of a suggestion once you've chewed him out.
"You may rest assured that she will be punished." Mr. Crouch said coldly.
"M-m-master. . . M-m-master please. . ." Winky murmured. I turned away, tears in my eyes. I pressed my face into Fred's chest. His arms went around me, hugging me tightly.
"Winky has behaved tonight in a manner I would not have believed possible. I told her to remain in the tent. I told her to stay there while I went to sort out the trouble. And I find that she disobeyed me. This means clothes." Mr. Crouch said behind me.
"No!" Winky's shout was high-pitched and terrified. "No master! Not clothes, not clothes!"
"But she was frightened!" Hermione burst out behind me. "Your elf's scared of heights, and those wizards in masks were levitating people! You can't blame her for wanting to get out of their way!"
"I have no use for a house-elf who disobeys me." He said, "I have no use for a servant who forgets what is due to her master, and to her master's reputation."
"Well that's a crappy deal, isn't it!" Trang said indignantly.
"Well! I think I'll take my lot back to the tent, if nobody's got any objections- Amos, that wand's told us all it can- If Harry could have it back, please-" Mr. Weasley said quickly.
"Come on." Mr. Weasley said quietly and we turned and followed him. I grabbed Trang's hand and made sure she came with us as she was staring daggers at Mr. Crouch. Winky's sobs could still be heard in the clearing.
"What's going to happen to Winky?" Trang asked as we left the clearing.
"I don't know." Mr. Weasley said, giving me a brief glance.
"The way they were treating her! Mr. Diggory, calling her 'elf' all the time. . . and Mr. Crouch! He knows she didn't do it and he's still going to sack her! He didn't care how frightened she'd been, or how upset she was- it was like she wasn't even human!" Hermione said furiously.
"Well, she's not." Ron said simply.
Hermione and Trang both rounded on him saying furiously, "That doesn't mean she hasn't got feelings, Ron."
Hermione continued down her path saying, "It's disgusting-"
"Hermione, Trang, I agree with you." Mr. Weasley said quickly. "but now is not the time to discuss elf rights. I want to get back to the tent as fast as we can."
"Dad, why was everyone so uptight about that skull thing?" Ron asked stupidly.
I sighed in annoyance and Hermione sighed in impatience and probably- anger.
"I'll explain everything back at the tent." Mr. Weasley said in a very strained voice.
When we reached the edge of the forest, there were perhaps about a hundred or more witches and wizards standing there, asking questions.
"What's going on in there?"
"Who conjured it?"
"Was it you-know-who?"
"Arthur, it's not, him?"
"Of course it's not him." Mr. Weasley said impatiently. "We don't know who it was; it looks like they Disapparated. Now excuse me, please, I want to get to bed."
We pushed through the crowd and made our way back to the campsite. All the Death Eaters were gone but some of the tents were still smoldering. Luckily, both our tents were still intact. I wondered what was going to happen to those who's tents were ruined? I didn't think they could be repaired. They were magical spaces after all, not Muggle tents.
We ducked into the tent. Bill, Charlie, and Percy were all there. Bill had a bleeding arm and Percy had a bleeding nose. I hurried over to where Bill was sitting and removed the sheet from his arm. I muttered something and started to close up the wound.
"Where'd you learn that?" Bill asked, surprised.
"Madam Pomfrey taught me a couple of things." I said, not looking up, but concentrating on the cut. "I can also clean the blood up if you want."
I stayed where I was as Charlie asked, "Did you get them Dad? The person who conjured the Mark?"
"No. We found Barty Crouch's elf holding Harry's wand, but we're none the wiser about who actually conjured the Mark."
"What?" Bill, Charlie, and Percy all said together.
"Harry's wand?" Bill asked.
"Mr. Crouch's elf?" Percy seemed the most shocked that the person he admired most was involved in this.
Mr. Weasley told the story, asking for help with the details from Fred, George, Ginny, Trang, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I. I didn't speak much and mostly let the others talk. When the story was done, Percy had quite a lot to say.
"Well, Mr. Crouch is quite right to get rid of an elf like that! Running away when he'd expressly told her not to. . . embarrassing him in front of the whole Ministry. . . how would that looked, if she'd been brought up in front of the Department for the Regulation and Control-"
"She didn't do anything- she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time!" Hermione snapped at Percy and Trang nodded.
Percy was a bit taken aback and retorted, "Hermione, a wizard in Mr. Crouch's position can't afford a house-elf who's going to run amok with a wand!" Percy said.
"She didn't run amok! She just picked it up off the ground!" Hermione shouted furiously.
"Look, can someone just explain what that skull thing was? It wasn't hurting anyone. . . Why's it such a big deal?" Ron asked impatiently. But Percy wasn't done talking.
"And you!" I lifted my eyes to see who he was talking to and found that he was looking at me, "You didn't want to give us a warning of any kind? What good is having visions if you can't use them ahead of time."
"Lay off Percy." Fred snapped at him.
I wasn't angry, I understood his frustration and I said, "I did try to warn you. I just didn't know what was coming yet."
Percy scoffed and turned away. "Look." I said, slightly impatient. "I said danger was coming- danger came. I said that we couldn't leave because we had to stay for something and we did. If we'd left- Harry might never have got his wand back."
"So you risk this entire family for Harry's wand?" Percy asked incredulously.
I was a bit stunned for I hadn't thought of it like that and I looked down at the table, turning red.
"Good Lord!" Trang snapped angrily. "You act like she's supposed to watch for every single move. She has a life to live too!"
"Enough." Mr. Weasley said, ending the argument. "Percy, it's not Elizabeth's fault. Fred, don't hit your brother." Fred had been very close to giving Percy a good one.
"The skull?" Ron asked impatiently as though no conversation had taken place just now.
"It's the Dark Mark, Voldemort's sign." I said impatiently, making everyone in the room flinch but Trang and Harry. I rolled my eyes. "The Death Eaters- Voldemort's supporters- always sent it up into the air after they killed someone. Imagine coming home from Hogwarts one year and the Dark Mark's hanging above the Burrow." I continued, staring at Ron.
"Yeah, well we got pretty close to that tonight." Percy snapped.
I slammed my hand on the table and got up and walked out of the boys tent. Fred, Charlie, and Bill were starting a row with Percy. Mr. Weasley was shouting too, at both groups while Ron asked stupid questions and Harry tried speaking. I went into the girls tent, laying down on the bed and squeezing my eyes closed. Why the hell did I bother saying anything? And why��hadn't I seen the riot until it had already started? Something like that, I should've seen weeks ago. . . what was wrong with me?
I wrenched myself out of the cot, going for a walk. I'm sure it would scare the daylights out of the Weasleys and Trang, but I needed to get out. I needed to be away from people for some time.
I hurried back into the forest, hurrying back to the spot where the Dark Mark had been conjured. I didn't really want to come back here, something was leading me and when something led me, it was usually because I was going to discover something. Or die.
I could hear voices and I slowed down. It was Mr. Crouch's voice. He was murmuring spells of some sort, leading someone along under an invisibility cloak.
I turned a corner, nearly bumping into him and I jumped back quickly.
"What are you doing here?" He asked sharply, looking pale.
I didn't answer, gazing at the spot where the boy was. Then I looked back at Mr. Crouch and said, "Walking."
His lip twitched and he started walking away from me. I stayed rooted to my spot and then called out. "I see the future."
Mr. Crouch stopped walking, turning to me slightly. His eyes were starting to bug out of his head.
"You're in danger. Voldemort will return. . . Peter Pettigrew lives, Bertha Jorkins is dead. Everything she knew will be the Dark Lord's information. I just thought you should be warned." I said. The voice that was speaking was mine, but it wasn't mine at the same time. It seemed almost as though this was a dream, not a real event. I still couldn't see who was under the cloak, like the person was a blind spot. "They'll come for you. Peter and the Dark Lord. They'll come for you."
"Nonsense." Mr. Crouch sputtered and he hurried away as fast as he could.
I stood there, rooted to the spot for a long time, before I managed to walk away.
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thank you for the great sero content, if u have any hcs or stuff like that I will take any crumbs I can get⭐️❤️🥰
this literally took over a month to answer anon i am SO sorry, i had no sero thoughts for so long,,,, it’s currently the middle of the night so please forgive me for any incoherence, i was trying to sleep and the ✨brainrot✨ suddenly hit and i had to seize it, you know how it is. so, here’s a random collection of sero headcanons!
i’m sure we’ve figured this out by now but my boy is a service dom all the wayyyy. big softie. love him
also it would be criminal of me to not make him very into bondage when he literally has That Quirk, we all know this, this is a universally agreed-upon Sero Hanta Fact, yes?
hmm. possibly i need to write another serokiri oneshot that involves the tape.
i have some very vague thoughts about him and kiri during the time they’re in a dom/dom relationship and i might write about THAT also, bc oh, the instincts
you all remember that moment in [checks fic titles] Fence where sero tries to command him to relax and kiri goes into attack mode? yeah. that
also on a more subtle level, especially the longer they went without scening with a sub, the agitation would just build. or if they chose to switch off playing the role of the sub, could also get messy
fights for dominance? FIGHTS FOR DOMINANCE?
the line between bio bdsm and omegaverse is veryyy blurry. which is probably because bio bdsm happened when people mixed regular bdsm aus and omegaverse and then cut out the omegaverse but kept some tropes from it and now it’s a whole thing but this is not related to sero okay okay
i told you it’s late for me i’m a little all over the place
actually….i’m thinking about bondage. i’m thinking about kiri being sad sero can’t command him. i’m thinking about tying him up so he can’t fight,,,,,do you see my vision
kiri being so conflicted until it finally actually puts him under and you know sero would be SO HAPPY and proud. makes kiri wag his metaphorical tail
oh also thinking about how eventually kiri needs to dom someone (kaminari!!!) and sero also being there to kind of be his dom in a subtle way but also just monitor and make sure nothing bad happens…and then as soon as kaminari is gone it’s just “oh cariño” and holding his boyf bc he is so so sad
this is a lot of kiri brainrot they are so tangled together in my head you can’t blame meee. sero is never my whumpee he is my soft strong perfectest boy that i pair up with my sad traumatized boys. you know?
trying to think of an angst scenario for him and it is simply not happening. you know what would happen tho. kiri trying to self-isolate/sabotage bc sero deserves a “real sub” and a relationship he doesn’t have to hide
jokes on you he’s not letting that happen!!! lives kiri forever. big trans rights supporter
he would be the smooth bf at like parties events interviews fan meetups…..you know the fans are swooning over what a big strong manly dom kiri is (can you imagine how much More common “step on me” jokes and such are in this ‘verse) and sero is just there to do so much subtle distraction and damage control
i think that’s it
these are my thoughts
thank you for coming to my ted talk anon
#flfverse#d/s au#serokiri#dare i put this in the main ship tag….#sure we live dangerously#flf fence#thats such a silly short title but i like it. fence is a good word. good mouthfeel#i’m very normal
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Why R U Korea Possible Mistranslation?
I finally caught up with this series. It took me awhile because of everything else airing and a bunch of folks said WhyRU Korea was even more incomprehensible than the Thai version which put it further down my list for catching up, but I was still curious so I binged it on Friday. And I think there was a translation blunder in Why R U ep 4 that made the entire rest of the series frustrating/incoherent.
In ep4, Sunwoo confesses to Yugyeom that he likes him, and he asks his sunbae if he feels the same. Yugyeom responds in the iQiYi captions with "did I do something to make you misunderstand?" And Sunwoo leaves. But my best guess of what Yugyeom actually says, as close as I can tell with essentially no Korean knowledge is: 내가 혹시 뭐 오해하겠어
which when romanized and broken into it's sentence parts is:
naega hogsi mwo ohaehagess-eo
naega: subject (I)
hogsi: indicating uncertainty (maybe, possibly)
mwo: interrogative (what)
ohaehagess-eo: the verb (to misunderstand), with an ending conjugation to indicate either intention to do something in future or a supposition based on speaking for someone else.
so, google translate for example translates this sentence as "could I maybe have misunderstood something?"
But I do think it's likely that the translator's version in-episode, essentially 'could I have caused a misunderstanding [in someone else, i.e. you]', is a valid interpretation of the sentence.
This possibility for dual interpretation in ep 4 set us up for the entire back half of the show. If you didn't know that this misunderstanding was a possibility in that moment, all of the character motivations for Sunwoo and Yugyeom in the scenes that follow seem confused, muddled, and certainly not consistent.
[And please anyone who speaks Korean and sees a mistake, tell me! I only dug in because I thought there had to be something wrong and tried to not spend too much time on this rabbit hole, once I found an explanation that made the series make sense I didn't dig much further, so it is possible this is hopefulness rather than fact driving this post.]
With that mystery sorted, I thought this redo did a better job than the original of a coherent plot, but the acting was...anyway, I'm still glad we got this version because it helped me see the vision for how both storylines would have gone if they hadn't had to change so much due to COVID restrictions.
#why r u korea#bl meta#typed so i can stop thinking it#mistranslation is maybe too strong--more like missed language nuance#but what's a personal blog for if not clickbait headlines#i love learning about language nuance
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I posted 7,330 times in 2022
That's 3,323 more posts than 2021!
771 posts created (11%)
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I tagged 1,815 of my posts in 2022
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My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
I do not think it was a good choice on Ei's part to abandon Scaramouche but I am going to be glaring very judgmentally at people who use Scaramouche to flatten Ei and disregard her as a 2 dimensional villain
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#4
working theory on dendro vision criteria
so my current theory on dendro vision traits, which will probably change considering im only referencing collei, tighnari, and baizhu (and kusanali to a degree) is that it has something to do with taking action to surpass your current state or become a better version of yourself.
tighnari's vision was earned when he spoke out to correct misinformation at a lecture, surpassing the expectations of his status and the setting to pass on accurate information.
collei's vision was earned when the other forest rangers wouldnt organize a search party, so she took it upon herself to go out into the rain and find the missing child. surpassing her past self is even mentioned in her introduction.
we don't currently know much about baizhu, let alone his vision story, but running with my current hypothesis and what we do know, I have a theory. I think perhaps there was a point where he was hopeless in the face of his illness, and either his drive to become a doctor or to seek out immortality granted him a vision.
"To grow up is to best one's immature past self," is a line from collei's profile on the cuilein-anbar section, and I think it best encompasses the type of ideals that lead to people gaining dendro visions with the information currently available.
we see that value reflected in kusanali as well, who wants to become an archon worthy of her people, and who's story arc will be heading in that direction.
if anyone else has any theories please feel free to add on!
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#3
Diluc: ugh 😑 what are you doing here? Why do you think I want to help you
Also Diluc: [helps with little convincing] [doesn’t argue that the winery is Kaeya’s home] [invites Kaeya to stay for dinner]
They are so bad at pretending to hate each other I love them
292 notes - Posted October 2, 2022
#2
hc that when childe first meets lisa hes like "oh my god? lisa from sumeru academy? I'm a big fan of your work!" and shes like huh I didn't take you for an academic and he's like "no not really I'm just a fan of whatever you did that makes dottore incoherently angry anytime someone says your name"
319 notes - Posted September 13, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
we got the radio interruption announcement
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i have been brainrotting this aggressively so. have some incoherent au mess 👍 (it's going to be long)
davey, albert and finch would be vampires. race, spot, and elmer would be werewolves. crutchie would be jack's adopted siren brother.
okay les is a little evil pixie. by which i mean he is a shapeshifter and totally uses it to cause mass chaos
katherine is the hyde (HEAR ME OUT)
pulitzer is her master against her will - she has to do what he says but she really really hates it and wants nothing more than to just be normal. and then when The Gang™ defeats pulitzer katherine is freed from his influence and becomes a Normal Person (idk how this would work logically but IT WOULD HAPPEN)
jack would have some long and gripping character arc where over the course of the fic he discovers what he is
jack here is like. the wednesday character. by which i mean The Protagonist. and he gets thrown into nevermore not knowing what he is. but over the course of the story he discovers himself. and then at the end it's revealed that he's a Special and Rare breed of shapeshifter who can shapeshift into animals specifically (exhibit a: me indulging in my fanfiction needs because there is an unforgivable shortage of animal shapeshifters in media <//3)
also there would be an indulgent wenclair situation where jack and davey have to room together and they end up falling in love
and jack finds out what he is because davey is in extreme danger and he ends up shapeshifting to protect him
because katherine (hyde) attacks him and then pulitzer (hyde master) tries to murder them but there's a really heartbreaking and gay moment where jack goes 'davey. davey run. davey go. i'll distract them' and he forces davey to leave to protect him - but pulitzer is behind him and jack sees davey die (like when wednesday gets stabbed) and there's a lot of screaming and jack shapeshifts because he's just so overwhelmed with grief. and then the cavalry™ arrives (aka race and spot and albert and sarah and crutchie and people) and jack and them defeat pulizter and. trade his soul for davey's or smth and katherine is freed and they all live happily ever after i need my gays to have a happy ending okay
i got a Tiny bit carried away so have the skeleton of that scene (i imagine it would look something like this):
'davey, run. go. you have to go.'
'i'm not fucking leaving you-'
'you have to leave, please-'
'i won't, i can't'
'davey. davey listen to me. i fucking love you, okay ? and i will find you. i promise. I WILL FIND YOU. but i'm an orphan. you have a brother and a sister and two parents waiting for you. you need to leave.'
'jack, i-'
'GO !!'
davey backs off slowly, eyes fixed with jack's.
suddenly, behind him, jack sees a flash of movement, hears a whoosh of air, and then a dull thump.
davey's face goes slack. his hands drift down to grip the tip of a silver knife protruding from his abdomen.
jack screams.
he can't accept it. he WON'T accept it. davey is his life. davey is always there - always there for him, no matter what shitty and stupid things he's anxious about or scared of. davey is always there. and he will always be. he will be ! it's just a knife, just a little knife, it won't hurt him.
davey collapses.
someone is sobbing, and as a gutteral yell tears itself from his throat jack realises it's coming from him. his chest is so tight, he can't breathe- his vision is a dark tunnel only focused on the figure standing before him who is the source of the knife. he feels his eyes flicker, like a shutter on a camera, and suddenly he can see the dark corners of the room as clearly as if they were submerged in broad daylight.
he feels his anger form into something tangible, into claws and teeth and muscles.
he growls and jumps.
wednesday au where all the newsies go to nevermore and cause absolute and total chaos
i can't stop thinking about this actually help
#brainrotted this in dms with my best friend who knows absolutely nothing about newsies#they're the wednesday expert. i'm the newsies expert. boom fanfiction#maybe we should write this#be the change you want to see in the world#newsies#jack kelly#davey jacobs
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cw: influencer!ellie x f!reader, smut, sex-tape, filming sexual activity, spit, semi-rough(?) sex, strap-on usage, choking, degrading, squirting.
a/n: im finally posting something?? and it’s smut?? gonna post this and sit in shame
unapologetically thinking about influencer!ellie having a sex tape leaked. she’d be well known for her commentary videos and semi-frequent streams where she gamed, which is how she ended up meeting you through some mutual friends. her fanbase knew you as her shy, sweet girlfriend who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly.
of course being with someone in the spotlight came with lots of speculation regarding your relationship, including more intimate things such as sex. quite frankly, everyone thought you were vanilla. and while yes, you and ellie didn’t mind taking things slow and being more “basic” occasionally, that speculation couldn’t be more far from the truth. and her fans found out in the, best for them and worst for you, way possible. you and ellie had talked about filming during sex before, her being an influencer meant traveling frequently and often led to nights where you’d have to soothe the ache between your legs alone.
so yeah, having a video of her railing you into next year would be nice. she started filming the tape about midway through your session. you were on your hands and knees, camera pointed at her strap slewing in and out of your sopping core. if you looked close enough you could see a white ring starting to form around the base of the light purple silicon. her soft pants and grunts somehow being heard over the noises emitting from you. “f-fuck ellie- god yes” you’d somehow manage to spew out as her hips piston, hitting that spot that made you see stars. “yeah baby? you like that huh?” she’d pant out in response, flipping the camera so you could see her face, red and sweaty, pupils so blown with arousal, barely any green was visible. she’d keep the camera pointed at her face for a bit longer, knowing you liked seeing her expressions when she fucked you.
she then flipped both you and the camera over so your body was on full display. bruises littered all over your neck, chest, and stomach, lips parted glistening with spit (you had been drooling, that’s how well she was fucking you). making sure her hand was in frame, she brought it up to your neck, wrapping her fingers around you tight enough it was sure to leave a mark. “open your mouth baby” she commanded. and who were you to disobey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out so it rested against your bottom lip. “fuck, you’re such a good little slut, you know that right? of course you do” she’d say as she moved her mouth around gathering spit. at this point she had stopped moving her hips, strap still inside you as she leaned over your body and puckered her lips. slowly the drop of spit fell from her mouth, the lighting making it glisten in the camera as it fell onto your awaiting tongue. you greedily swallowed and both you and ellie let out a moan as you licked your lips, not wanting to waste a single drop.
ellie started moving her hips again slowly, one hand still holding the camera while the other held your neck. as she started thrusting faster, you felt a heat creep up in your belly and a familiar coil begin to tighten. “m-more ellie more, please please, i need it” you gasped and moaned, her hand tightening around your neck as she slammed into you at a brutal pace. she quickly let go of your neck, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your hips so she could thrust into you deeper. “yeah, you like being used as my fuck toy huh? look so pretty under me, being a good girl and letting me fuck you the way i want” she groaned, gathering more saliva in her mouth and spitting it right onto your clit. she brought the hand that had been around your neck down and used her thumb to rub circles over your spit covered nerve. you cried out incoherent sentences as you tumbled over the edge, vision going blurry as you squirted all over the silicon and ellies hips. she ended the video tossing her phone onto the nightstand as she started to slowly clean you up.
it wasn’t until about two weeks later that the video got leaked. ellie was away on a trip doing some shoot when you got a text from her saying it had somehow got released and was making its rounds on twitter. sure enough, when you opened the app you came face to face with, probably the hottest homemade porn video you could’ve thought of and tweets admitting that boy oh boy were we wrong about ellie williams girlfriend.
#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams smut#the last of us#tlou
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