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yepmadness · 4 months ago

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Yeah so. I gave into the urges. I’ve never felt the need to write fanfic. Ever. But here I am I guess.

I wrote this at midnight soooo, who knows how this is. Just wanted to write John thoughts because he’s my guy—so have this short little piece that I hope other people can enjoy too :)

Fic under the cut: 1.8k words.

The memory of Arthur’s silence will remain more prettifying than his agony, but that doesn’t mean that his pain … his terror as the light and awareness left his eyes—their eyes—is what John was hoping to hear.

He doesn’t know what he was hoping for. Relief? A gasping thank you? Pride in saving him? Would it be foolish to wish that the talisman fixed everything? That he would just be okay? Perhaps it is. He thinks it is. He was never going to have that. It would be unreasonable to think he would get any of that, but any joy of him living, of John fixing this, was ripped away when Arthur opened his mouth. All John wanted was a sound. A single noise, a response, any response to prove the talisman worked. He got that. He should be happy that he got that.

But he isn’t.

And Arthur is silent again.

And the world is dark—but not as dark as it could be.

John does not know what to consider if Arthur didn’t end up in the dark world … when he died. That place was the last thing he wanted for Arthur, and yet, it was always treated as a last resort. Of a sort. Between them, spoken only aloud by Arthur, so long ago now. A place they would end up together in—if they failed. It was not a future he ever wanted, but it was a possibility, even if it was one he despised the thought of. But now he knows that if Arthur dies he does not follow, instead he is left here to deal with the repercussions. To play the marker for lifeless remains, having to have witnessed, and experienced death without a choice. What if there is no place meant for them? Past all of this. He can’t exactly bury Arthur himself, if it came to it, he wouldn’t let him stay dead after all. Graves are a place of permanency, one they do not deserve, because they can be forgotten. Especially here. But John would never forget. He would never abandon him like that.

He would find a way, like today. They are stuck in this together. They both have to make their own path through this, together.

Except his body is no longer a weighted grave for them both, a tomb he would never dare leave, it is breathing. Arthur is alive—and so they are both alive, whatever that may entail. He is tentatively okay. Arthur, is okay. As okay as he can be, as they both can be. What matters is that he is alive—what matters now is keeping him alive.

John has almost lost Arthur more than once, twice, more than three times, and he wasn’t always there to fix it but he has tried to be. He often was. Every moment where Arthur falls, where he becomes immobile and lost to John, he feels himself succumb to a fragility accustomed to human bodies. Accustom to loss and fear. It’s horribly quiet without him. Even so, he saves him, he saves them both—because Arthur trusts him, and he trusts Arthur. He loves Arthur, and he is going to tell him that. He has to tell him that. Even if they both know it, to an extent. This can’t happen again without John making sure he knows it.

But this is never going to happen again.

Because Arthur died this time, and he almost lost everything. John felt the cold stone visage that he left in his absence. There was nothing here without Arthur, more so than just the lack of connection to their body, but the emptiness was staggering. He was alone. Completely and wholly alone in a space meant for two.

He hadn't felt terror like that since Arthur slit his throat before the King—but this was worse. They’ve grown … so much—and John wasn’t there to see the aftermath of his actions back then. This, he was aware of, in every aching moment of uncertainty. This could have been prevented, couldn’t it? They didn't need to go after the talisman, but they did, and John didn’t see her—not until it was too late. It was his words that made her kill him—an appeal made to the wrong person. Arthur wouldn’t have died if made the right decisions. But he always seems to make the wrong ones, no matter how hard he tries, that he and Arthur have in common.

But Arthur is alive again, so why does it still feel like he is grieving?

Arthur wouldn’t have gotten hurt, wouldn’t have died, if John wasn’t here. But John wouldn’t be here, who he is now, without Arthur. Perhaps that would be more demoralizing if Arthur hasn’t so vehemently stated that he doesn’t want to be rid of John, that they are in this together, until they both get what they want … no matter what that may be. Perhaps that is just happiness, in the end, no matter what it looks like. From one harrowing experience to the next, until they may finally rest. Arthur wants him here, in spite of all the pain it causes, and will continue to cause. Because Arthur is his friend, and more than that, but he is his friend.

Arthur might even be … pleased with his actions. That he has found himself, both with him, and all that he has learned for himself. That he knows who he is, in truth, after everything.

Even if he knows who he is now, who he wants to be, who he will always be—he knows he will want Arthur there too. Arthur who has been there for all his mistakes, his achievements, their joy and sorrow. Arthur deserved to be here for this too, but he wasn’t, and maybe that was the push he needed. He used to defend so much of himself to Arthur, expectation after expectation, misstep after misstep. But Arthur also gave him hope, the sanctity of trust, showed him love and sacrifice, and remained alongside him even when that trust was broken. Even if some mistakes can’t be forgiven … They let them rest. Arthur lets it rest, so they can move on, so they can grow.

Is it so wrong to become … whole without him there to witness it? Or is that how it was always meant to be. To be entirely his own, must he first be alone?

He hopes not, it is a terribly bleak thought, besides it can’t be. Not in every single world, even if Kayne said he … doesn’t change much. There must be some place where there is more joy to be held in his ownership of self. A better circumstance that does not lace his pride in one of their darkest moments. In his choosing of hope. In his choosing of Arthur. One that doesn’t extend off of a devastating fear, off of death. He doesn’t know if he would wish to change this, he would have—if Arthur was truly gone—but he isn’t, so he will just have to see how this plays out.

He is going to share everything he said—everything he did, with Arthur. Because he deserves to be a part of it. Because they do this, all of this, together. Because he wouldn’t be here without him. Because together they are whole of two, just like he said, just like he will say.

It’s not as if he will ever fit into the messy expectations of what it means to be human, per say, but he doesn’t need to. All he needs is to perceive himself as what he wants to be—and Arthur’s perception helps to, even if he doesn’t always meet that. Humanity will be whatever he wants it to be. However he defines it to be. A neutral point, in it all. For he is not a piece to be slotted away, but a piece to be shelved along the masses, every individual part given a space of its own, and it is a space he deserves. A space he had long since earned.

A space they both deserve, to play their own key.

Because Arthur is alive—and so is he, in every sense of the word.

He’d panicked, when Arthur lost consciousness again, for a second he thought he had lost him once more. John had been so ready to reach for the talisman for a second time—for he wasn’t going to allow Arthur to leave, not yet, not ever. But he was breathing, albeit raggedly, but he was. John was going to keep his promises, he had to. He was going to take care of this, of him, and they were both going to be okay. Just like the times before this, and everytime that may come after, because Arthur isn’t going to die.

They’re going to get their happy ending, despite what she said, one where Arthur does not end up as a corpse.

An ending where they both know want they want, what they deserve, who they are.

Moving Arthur to the witch’s bed was difficult, to say the least, without exasperating the wound and the subpar stitching ... even if it has improved. John won’t allow it to get any worse—and Yorrick keeps telling him it’s survivable, or that he is more likely to survive anyway. Even so, John periodically checks to make sure Arthur is still breathing, that his heart is still beating.

Arthur is alive. He will stay alive.

He should stop worrying, Yorrick keeps spouting that he is arguably fine. He should stop.

But the reality is that he can’t, and he doubts will for a long while to come.

He is intimately aware of every minuscule movement Arthur makes, of every second of awareness he gains, and he coaxes him back to the present through all of it. A melody of promises, of reaffirming how he feels, telling Arthur everything over and over and over. It doesn’t matter if he is aware of what he says, if he hears him at all, John will repeat his words for as long as they are needed.

John never lets him arrive to the dread of waking up alone, speaking as soon as he stirs and recognition strike, each and every time. They are never going to be alone again, severed or separated, and John tells him that. Because they are whole together.

And eventually, when Arthur finds his speech, a gentle—hoarse voice long since worn by constant yelling born from the suffering of the waking. He repeats back everything John has been telling him through the suffering of uncertainty, of recovery and knowing and fear.

Arthur moves, ever so slightly, before John can protest—and he brushes his hand, John’s hand. It is a little thing, but it is such a stark constant to the stillness he had before. After the pain of it all, this is a relief, a reprieve. Arthur is alive and John can tell he’s weakly smiling, even if that is not something he can see, when he speaks up for the first time in hours.

John isn’t surprised by what he hears, he already knew, after all. They’ve both said it before. But John it is nice to hear regardless, because together, they are whole. A comfort to both him and Arthur both. He does not want to live, to experience life as it was shown to him, without him. He wouldn’t have gotten here without him. Together they are whole. Both their own wills, colliding, and depending on each other. Made by each other.

Arthur is alive.

Arthur is alive and he breaks the one sided silence by saying, “I love you too.”

Perhaps that, for now, is enough.

#malevolent #malevolent fic #they’re very qpr coded for me #though I know that is a very common consensus I guess #i just want them to be happy eventually no matter how long it takes #they deserve it I think #I love any interpretation of them I just think they should have some happiness #just a little #even if it’s complicated #they can’t be defined to me—not really #but they love each other #and that’s enough #a lot of his identity is attached to Arthur #and a life with Arthur is a happier one #it’s complicated #maybe I’ll make a meta post about it #about the whole…. being whole together #but I don’t think I need to #just wondering if my interpretation of that is different?#who knows—I sure don’t.#lowkey this is a John character analysis tbf #I adore him #malevolent podcast #john doe malevolent #I have a lot of thoughts about them and I tried to put that into this #but there is a lot I don’t know how to put into words #rotating him in my mind #my posts of madness #masked

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ridiasfangirlings · 1 year ago

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1/4) Yata moved in with Kamamoto and found out that he had been fired. Yata immediately started looking for a job and was invited for an interview at a fashionable business center in Tokyo. In the corridor, Yata ran into some guy with glasses and they argued for a short time about who was to blame. At an interview from Akiyama's senior assistant editor-in-chief, Yata learned that they were looking for a junior assistant for Fushimi, the editor-in-chief of Tokyo's most popular fashion magazine.

I see absolutely no way that Yata choosing to quit could backfire horribly :P Imagine Yata trying to apply to work for a fashion magazine while wearing his terrible garbageman outfit, he’s lucky he’s cute. Say Yata’s been struggling to find a job, he lives with Kamamoto who’s letting him stay rent free since Yata lost his job but Yata’s aware that he’s living off his friend’s goodwill and he feels bad about it. Kamamoto’s family runs a lucrative liquor shop and they’re in the middle of the fashionable Tokyo business district so Yata decides to apply there, like it’s just a bunch of frilly fashion magazines how hard could it be. On his way to an interview imagine he runs into this skinny guy in glasses on the train, making the guy drop his coffee. The guy mocks Yata and Yata gets defensive, like didn’t you bump into me and why weren’t you holding onto the bar so you didn’t get thrown around when the train stopped. They end up going to the same building and the guy in glasses wonders what someone like Yata is doing here, Yata snaps that he’s here for an interview. The guy in glasses laughs and takes his leave, waving a hand all sarcastic good luck on your interview shrimp.

Yata is interviewed by Akiyama, who tells Yata they’re looking for an assistant to the editor in chief of Tokyo’s most popular fashion magazine. Imagine Yata walking in, dressed in his ‘best’ except of course his best is, well, Yata’s clothes, plus he’s got a big coffee stain on the front of his shirt and he’s all nervous and hyped up from running into that guy, and Akiyama just slowly looks him up and down all ‘….I see,’ clearly too polite to say anything else. Yata knows he totally botches the interview, stumbling over his answers and completely lost and he’s bemoaning once again losing out on another job when he gets a call that he in fact got the job.

Yata’s thrilled, until he walks into the office and is greeted with a crooked smile and a ‘you’re five minutes late, Misaki’ and realizes his boss is that asshole in glasses. Yata pretty quickly regrets taking this job, his boss is a picky asshole who takes every opportunity to tease Yata or mock him. Imagine at first Yata tries to be a ‘proper employee,’ biting his tongue every time Fushimi mocks him and not noticing how annoyed Fushimi looks when Yata responds to yet another demand with a tired ‘yes sir.’ Yata’s making a ton of money but he’s being run ragged and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up, that guy has the most ridiculous demands and Yata feels like Fushimi is just trying to get him to quit.

That’s when the magazine’s creative director, Munakata, asks Yata for a meeting. Yata expects that here’s another weird guy who wants to make me do a million things but no, Munakata thought he would help Yata update his wardrobe. Yata tries to politely decline without saying he plans to quit but Munakata is insistent. As Munakata helps Yata choose some clothes he asks Yata about his job, if he’s enjoying it and how is Fushimi as a boss. Yata stops himself from saying ‘he’s an asshole,’ just glumly saying ‘it’s fine.’ Munakata finds that interesting, because Yata had so much more fire in the interview. He mentions that Fushimi actually stepped in to choose Yata himself as his new assistant, because he liked that Yata yelled back at him on the train. Munakata gives Yata a couple hints and Yata realizes the problem: Fushimi chose the guy who would yell back at him, and Yata’s just been quietly accepting everything.

The next day Fushimi snaps at Yata to get him a coffee, Yata leaves and comes back with a big bag of Chinese takeout that he sets in front of Fushimi. Fushimi glares at him all what is this and Yata’s like this is actual food that you’re gonna eat, you can’t live off Caloriemate and coffee (Fushimi: ‘watch me’). Fushimi clicks his tongue but he does eat, taking out all the vegetables as Yata yells at him for being picky. After this their relationship slowly gets better, Yata stops taking every request quietly and instead pushes back when needed. He also makes sure Fushimi eats and sleeps and basically takes care of himself, now that the ridiculous requests have slowed down Yata realizes that wow this guy is amazing but also a human disaster, Fushimi sleeps in his office more often than not and barely eats and Yata is just like how did you survive this long on your own seriously.

Eventually there’s supposed to be this big fashion week trip to Paris and Fushimi intends to take Yata along. Yata agrees but he’s planning to quit afterward — maybe he’s actually realized that he’s in love with his boss and feels like now he wants to pursue the job he always wanted, skateboarding, while taking care of Fushimi not as his assistant but as his friend/boyfriend. Of course while they’re in Paris Fushimi finds out that Yata’s going to quit and naturally takes it the exact wrong way, that Yata like everyone else never really cared about him and was just using Fushimi as a paycheck. Fushimi ends up storming out and Yata chases after him desperately. Imagine them having a dramatic confession scene in front of the Eiffel Tower at night as fireworks are going off, Yata admitting that yeah he hated Fushimi at first but now he wants to be by Fushimi’s side, not because he’s being paid for it but because he cares about Fushimi too much to leave him alone.

#sarumi #Talking K #....I lowkey want to fic this #imagine Yata showing up for his interview in the garbageman outfit #telling Akiyama that he has no fashion experience #and Akiyama just quietly looks him up and down and very politely says 'yes I can see that'#Fushimi making Yata his errand boy and being annoyed that Yata just takes everything quietly #once Yata starts yelling at him Fushimi complains but actually is much happier

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