#yellign screaming

[damienthepious]

NEXT. from. idk february ithink.

The Beast In On His Chain (chapter 7)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ao3] [ch 8] [ch 9] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, Sir Absolon

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, prisoner/guard dynamic, Dehumanization, (which feels like a weird word to use for a nonhuman person bUT. it’s what i got.), Despair, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (EVENTUALLY!!!! it’ll take a while), Captivity, Suicidal Thoughts, (that will be a theme throughout. inescapable in this particular fic. alas.), Eventual Romance, (Yes the dynamics in this one are fucked. honestly i’m kinda Stretching my limits these days.), (having fun with it. fucking around. it’s fine.), Recovery, (eventually), Self-Reclamation

Chapter Summary: Small steps towards big changes.

Chapter Notes: Many continuing warnings for Arum's situation, but if you're this many chapters in you know what to expect at this point.

~

The problem is-

(the problem, ha, as if he could narrow his miseries into a single point-)

The problem is, Arum feels more awake, more aware, more furious than he has in ages. And he can do absolutely nothing about it.

The room around him remains, unchanged. The knights walk their circuit. His world remains as small as ever, as dull, as viciously banal.

And at the white-hot core of him, he seethes again. A dormant volcano reignited. Coals unburied, newly hot with the breath of fresh winds.

All lit up again, he thinks grimly, and nothing here to burn.

He spends his time - that which he does not spend unconscious - thinking. There is little to do here besides think, of course.

He does not understand... Amaryllis. He does not understand the way she speaks to him. Does not understand the spark in her eyes, almost like sympathy. Does not understand her scowling in the direction of others of her own species. Does not understand-

Because this is wrong, said fiercely and without reservation, jaw held firm and stubborn and brow furrowed with indignation.

It is wrong, what has been done to him. It is wrong. Deeply, viscerally, fundamentally.

No human has ever acknowledged that before. No human has ever even hinted that they were remotely capable of recognizing it. The closest anyone else has come was the vague, perhaps imagined hint of pity in the eyes of his new prison guard after he eventually intuited the shape of Arum's captivity.

This... Amaryllis so very clearly felt far more than that. Something inarguable. And Arum does not understand it.

He plays with the charcoal between his fingers, unwilling to risk another sketch but still wanting to feel something relatively unfamiliar, for once, and he thinks-

And thinks and thinks and thinks.

Her eyes were so dark. He thinks they may have been brown, in truth, but- impossible to tell, here in the dim lamplight, especially with the distance between them. She smelled of linen again, and some soft soap. Sharp fresh mint and cut grass. Her hair looked soft, like... he doesn't know. Curls of ribbon. Like a river over rocks in moonlight. When he surprised her to laughter, she bubbled with it, bright and bouncing, fluttering like a startled flock. She looked at him. She looked at him.

(Will she come back?)

(He hadn't believed, after the first time, that she would. He had thought her a fluke, at best. A memory that would haunt him, at worst. He hadn't believed that she would ever return, ever break his monotony again.

But she did.)

(With a smile, she did.)

(Maybe she will surprise him again.)

The knight looks at him, too- or, looked at him, at least. Not quite in the same way as Amaryllis, but still. Like he was worth notice, at the very least. He seems bound and determined, now, to ignore Arum to his fullest, but...

Arum decides that he doesn't care. Safer, for knights to simply ignore him. Even the new ones, with the wide sad eyes and the pouting mouths. Especially now, when he feels awake again. Better that they don't notice any change, and clearly the new knight had been hovering on the edge of too observant.

(And Arum hates how the creature has begun to invade his nightmares. That lullaby-)

(He can't. He cannot forget the Keep's voices. He does not think he is capable of forgetting. But that does not mean that he has any wish to dream its lullaby in anyone else's voice.)

He does not care, he decides. He ignores the Janus beast whispering his own lies to him, and he puts his head back down to sleep.

~

"He has a name."

Damien blinks, and then he turns towards Rilla as they both sit on the front step of the hut. The evening light paints her features, glinting red-orange off her dark hair, illuminating her eyes just enough to distinguish the brown from the black of her pupil. Though- she isn't looking at him. She clutches a journal on her lap, fingers splayed out but pressed down tight against the pages open across her thighs, and she looks out across the garden, her face pinched and her mouth set in a scowl.

"I'm... sorry?" Damien says after a beat, tipping his head to the side, trying and failing to read the look on Rilla's face.

Rilla hesitates.

(Something curls unpleasant and cold in Damien's stomach. Rilla does not... she very rarely hesitates about anything.)

"What is it, love?" he tries, stuffing his own worry down as best as he can. He reaches out, trying to take one of her hands, but- she doesn't relinquish her hold on her journal. She does not pull away, at least, and- he settles for stroking his palm down over the back of her hand, instead. "What's wrong?"

She swallows, still not looking at him, and then she says again, "He has a name." She presses her lips together, blinking hard, and then she finally looks towards him with a flash of fire in her eyes. "They keep him chained by his throat and his wrists and his ankles to a fucking rock in a windowless cave of a room surrounded by body parts and they force him silent and he has a name, Damien."

Damien twitches back, half at the intensity on her face, and half at the realization of who - what - she means.

Her hands have slipped from the pages, he realizes, and he recoils further when he sees-

The monster. Rendered in Rilla's deft, sharp sketching, and glaring sullenly and so terribly sorrowfully out of the pages at Damien.

"What did you do?" he breathes sharply. "What-"

"I took a tour," she says with another scowl, and then a shrug. "Or two. I wanted to see-"

"Rilla-"

"I wanted to see what had you so damn upset! And then he was just- there, and he-"

"Rilla," Damien says again, aghast, "the Trophy Room is d-"

"If you say that the well-guarded pile of crap in the Queen's basement is dangerous, I am going to-"

Damien doesn't interrupt, this time, but Rilla doesn't finish the sentence, devolving into an aggravated huff through her teeth. After a moment, Damien swallows.

"You should not have gone down there," he says softly. "It is an awful place."

Her scowl deepens. "I know it is. That's why I had to see it for myself, and Damien- Damien, it isn't right."

"Rilla," he says, "we are at war."

"I don't need you to tell me about the fucking war, Damien," she hisses. "But that's not an excuse to treat someone like that!"

Damien drops his eyes, his stomach twisting again. "He is a monster, Rilla. Not only an enemy combatant, but an enemy noble. A lord. A leader. Dangerous. Valuable. The Citadel cannot afford to allow him to- to-"

The look on her face could ignite a volcano, Damien thinks. He realizes belatedly that his words have dried up.

"That," Rilla says slowly, "is horseshit, Damien. And I think you know it, too. He has a name."

"I do not know what that changes," Damien says- snaps, he realizes after a moment. He can't- he cannot- he stands stiffly from the step, moving to pace as Rilla glowers up at him, one of her hands still on the page, fingers gentle on the paper beside the depiction of that- of the monster. "Rilla, I do not know what you expect me to say. What you expect me to do. He is a monster, and-"

"I don't know what that changes," Rilla growls back, and Damien snaps his mouth shut for a heartbeat before he turns again, looking down towards Rilla.

"Everything. It is a beast."

Rilla stares at him. Hard. Her eyes go flinty and grim and her jaw tightens in that lovely-stubborn way.

The moment draws long and slow, buzzing insects across the garden blissfully ignorant of the discomfort bleeding through Damien.

"I wanted to sketch him," she says in a low voice, somehow both casual and insistent. "I wanted to, but when I actually saw him, I couldn't just do that without asking first. It felt like a violation, when clearly he's already been violated more than enough. So when he woke up-" her eyes harden when Damien twitches at that, but she does not relent, "I asked him. I noticed that he was staring at my sketchbook like he wanted to eat it and so I offered to show him my sketches if he'd let me sketch him afterwards." She pauses, her brow lowering and her mouth tilting into the least happy smile Damien has ever seen. "And he agreed! He agreed, he nodded, and so I showed him some sketches. Landscapes, flora, some birds. I thought he was going to cry, for a bit there."

"Rilla."

"He didn't, though. And I got surprised, at one point, and I dropped my charcoal. And it rolled over close to him."

"Rilla," he says, more vehemently, suddenly terrified. "You don't know what it could do-"

"With charcoal?" a smirk slashes across her mouth, bitter and vicious. "I know exactly what he could do. Because when I went back, I saw what he did. He drew something. Not for me, I don't think. I think-" she hesitates again, another heartbeat of uncertainty. "I think," she says more quietly, "he drew it for himself. As a reminder, maybe. Because-"

"Rilla you don't know how dangerous-"

"It was a self-portrait, Damien!" she snarls, her hand swiping the page forward, flipping to another sketch. It-

It's a flower. A lily.

A self-portrait? But-

(They only ever call him the monster, or the trophy, perhaps the swamp lord or the lizard lord. He does not have-)

Damien feels his own brow furrow in confusion. "A flower," he says blankly, and Rilla gives him an unamused look.

"I know you know what it is," she says flatly. "You're a poet and you're engaged to me. You know flowers, don't play dumb."

Damien flicks a tongue out to wet his lips, feeling extremely adrift. "I... how is this related, my love?"

"This is all he drew," she says, and then- she draws the pads of her fingers around the shape of the lily petals, a slow curl, something aching in her expression. "Just that. Just- him. Damien, he doesn't belong down there. He doesn't deserve that. No one does. No one could ever deserve that."

(The nightmares are getting worse. Damien knows. Damien knows that his heart is weak and malleable and aches when and where it should not. But-)

(Rilla is clever and pragmatic and Damien trusts the strong moral core of her with his entire soul.)

(Doesn't he?)

(Monsters are not supposed to weep. They are not supposed to have hearts, let alone hearts that have so clearly been shattered into a thousand pieces.)

Damien swallows thickly, and he sinks where he stands on the dirt, sitting loose and inelegant and facing Rilla still on the step, looking up at her now and feeling...

"I don't know what to do," Damien says weakly, blankly. "They are never going to let him go. Never. He cannot starve to death, nor perish of thirst. They will not let him die, they will not let him go. I don't know what to do. I should not want to- to-"

She waits, her eyes bright. He sighs.

"What do you expect me to do, my love?" he says eventually, feeling so terribly tired.

That, at last, seems to deflate some of the stubborn-sharp energy swelling Rilla's chest. She sighs as well, then, running a hand back through her hair.

"I don't know," she says quietly. "I don't... I don't know, Damien. But I know that we have to do something."

We, he thinks, with a fond little pulse in his stomach. We have to do something. Well. That certainly feels worlds and worlds easier than the idea that he has to do something, alone and confused and conflicted.

"What... what is his name?" he asks, voice muted, after a long moment of silence in the sunset softened light.

Rilla smiles, sad and sweet, and lifts her journal to her chest, pressing the lily against her heart.

[ferberus-skull]

MANED WOLF?!?!?!?!?!?

[a-flickering-soul]

This Barbie struggles with CAPTCHAs

ABSOLUTELY HOWLING AT THIS BTW

[ddarker-dreams]

from ur last post like local douchebag is an asshole and no one is shocked but everyone is still disappointed (everyone = darling)

[luphorics]

IM WOUOGEUUGUUUUU,,, AOWOAOOWAO

-queue some christmas song-

merry christmas !! protocal secret santa was roaming around the valorant oc week server and soona/hirota and I had to join in !!

❝ They say that Brimstone dresses up like santa every year... but who really knows ❞

this holiday season soona got Cadence ! @luphorics valo OC !!

this former radiant popstar, cadence is incredible ! soona loves her work so much she bets akuji would like it too.. anywho ! soona had abit trouble finding the "perfect" gift for cadence but she finally settled in buying a customized cadence based guitar(obviously pink smh) and customized cadence plushie ! don't ask how she got these..,,. but cadence looks like shes loving her gifts !! soona is relieved to know cadence is over the moon for her gifts !! ♡♡

[plaguedocboi]

Yellign and screaming

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

birb is FRIEND and LOUD and FLAP

if not those

then NOT BIRDB

sometime bird happy. bird HOLLER. sometime birb horny. SCREAM. sometime bird sad. then time for YELLIGN.

then i poop on car adn am happy again so EVEN MORE HOLLER

Dinosaur Poetry by Anon

[dewinabsentia]

his screaming wakes up more people then the actual fucking did. so now everybdoy is yellign for him to shut up. and he's like ?!?! WHAT DID I DO???

dew yelling back like IM JUST LOOKING OUT FOR YOU IM TRYING TO GET THIS PLACE QUIET SO EVERYONE CAN SLEEP mountain considers smothering him with a pillow

[spannardnation]

im gonna scream is this abt to be a "frenchies allergic to peanuts" and theyre attributing it to the damn coat im yellign

[nofr1lls]

AAAAAAAA yellign and screaming

[monstersinthecosmos]

im yellign im screaming

I think he hasn't formally studied any sex therapy things except like in his general professional curiosity. He probably knows enough to know what to say! I also think, knowing Marius!, that he thinks he's helping. (aka canon)

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT QUESTION WE'LL HAVE TO DECIDE I DONT KNOW. Like if we mirror canon I think it would be fair to say he's never behaved this way with a patient before. The classic phrase "simple Italian pervert" comes to mind; like is this a habit or did he wait for the perfect patient that he could manipulate?!??!

(this is one of my fav Letterboxd comments of all time so now that I've parked it here I wonder if he films things LMAO. I bet he does!)

Having said that I bet he has a collection anyway but I like the idea of him purchasing a new training set specifically for this project.

IT'S LIKE, DOES ARMAND KNOW THE WHOLE TIME AND GOES WITH IT ANYWAY? Is it hypersexuality? Is it abandonment? Daddy issues? Cult trauma? Does he feel safe and doesn't want to compromise it? Does he think he's in control and that he wants it so he doesn't feel offended? Is it the best/only orgasms he's ever had in his life so like what the fuck ever man????

Sorry but I SCREAMED at unethical therapist Marius omg I just know he would be the juiciest of creeps

just !! imagine the gaslighting and grooming involved, like he'd be such an opportunist and sort of steer Armand in a direction that's beneficial to him. EVEN IF HE ALSO HELPED ARMAND WITH HIS TRAUMA AND WHATNOT like that's the 🤧 fucked up flavor of it, the tenderness of it! the false sense of security!!! one day if Armand frees himself it'll always be like, that fucked up year he had the best therapy of his life while also being coerced and dubconned by his therapist. AND GOSH LIKE. gosh. I wonder how intentional it even is on Marius's part; like how convinced is he of his own righteousness in this situation. I have so many questions. 🫢🥵😏📸

[chrisbangs]

HE KNOWS THE WORDS SO WELL EXCUSE ME? 

[undermattsun-archive]

japan national team x reader | w.c 1.3k

a/n: omg guys here’s the super cute epic collab fic i made w all my frieednsies <33 we all worked superrrr hard on this so pls don’t be mean!!!!!!!!! pls enjoy its xoxox and don’t forget to follow everyone here on this kidnapped by hq collab <33333333333

warnings: not proofread bc who does that xD (guys pls free me from this hell i’m in so much pain i didn’t even look at this i skimmed over it i left it as is, gg)

Read this while lsitening to the best song evar!!!!!!!!!!!1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_cXhBy78T4&ab_channel=JonasBrothers if you dont listen whil reading ill eat ur family MONCH MONCH MONCH

i go dwnstars, yelling ‘by mum!’ bfor laceing up my wite convrrse hightops (NOT blck becauz u cant sharpi on it) wth 1d lyrics scribbled on it. i rmb to draw a directioner infinite sign on mywrist. perfect, i think to mysdlf.

I never thot i would get to go to the olympics all the way on the other side of the planet in toky o japan! It was a dream come true for a simple, average, run of the mill girrl like me, who is 5’7 with naturally wavy hair, that’s not curly or strait and eyes as blue as the dark blue part of the ocean. 

I been dreaming of the olypoics since fetus. I just knew I had to be here, but I never thought it would actually happen. The only thing that would make it better is if I had a smezxy smexy boyfrwend! (A/n: Tee-hee! Maybe even two! (Or five! <333) haha! Aren’t I so quirky? <3)

I’m Wearing A Mint Green Crop Top That Ties In The Front And Some Denim Shorts With Black Converse. I Don’t Need Makeup Because My Skin Is Naturally Smooth And Clear And My Lips Are Already Red #wokeuplikethis And I Listened Only To MCR And P!ATD On The Plane Ride. I Bet You Dont Know Who They Are, THey’re My Favorite Banxds And Are Super GOod And Like Underground Bands. (A/n: Okay But If You Don’t LIke Welcome TO THe BLack Parade GTFO Of My FIc I Don’t Need YOu Here xoxo) 

ok so like,, im on my way to the olympics but then like, i get kidnapped !!! the car i was in was like super expensive and i cant see anything with the blindfold on. i hear voices of men all around me though, for like, a whole 30 minutes before they bring me somewhere and tie me up? "Take Her BLindfold off," one of them say, i hear. and im so nervous. but it's like a dream when they tug my blindfold off and im met with the prettiest emerald orbs ever looking back at me.

my stomach knotted in fear (more like an angry swarm of butterflies fluttering around ) i feel like screaming or squealing or both bc those eyes belong to someone so gorgeous . even more gorgeous than harry styles. hes like a god. i woukd so worship his foot. or something. (squee omg i can’t believe this is happening. i bet you wish that it was you huh?) 

bro who tf has emerald orbs green eyes im blanking rn

^ yo i was gonna ask i cannot for the life of me remember who

his #afff14 sppheres peered into my soul i really just felt seen. i took a deep breath before fainting he was just so pretty. *one hours later* i woke upa nd saw the pretty viridescent peepers staring into mine. like he was literally two inches away from my face omg i could feel his minty breath on my lips it smelled so good.

“My name is atsumu miya,” he said gruffly, the gruffness in his voice so gravely. “And me and me mates here think yer the most gorgeous girl weve ever seen. I blink up at him, orbs gleaming amd full of tears. 

“What do u mean, i’m just a normal quirky girl?” I say shakely, biting my lip. I bit my lip as the piss blond man spoke.

“You don’t know ur beautiful.” YOUR INSECURE DONT KNOW WHAT FOR YOUR TURNING HEADS WHEN YOU WAlk THROUGH THE DO OO OOOOOR

“U may be a normal quirky girl but ur OUR nroaml quirky girl now” his friend said with a deep voice. It was so deep that i almost thot it was like the ocean, he had curly balck hair and his eye were sooo mysterious (a/n i loooove sakusa i can’t believe him and his friends kindapped me omgggg XD)

“Stop it go away” osamu said (hee hee i can never remmber  tell which twin is which LOL i think its osamuuu) “no u have to share” sakusa responded angrily. I starred at them and didn’t know what theyd do next!

I looked over to he side ans see sakura pulling out hand sanitizer passing it around to his teamates. The green orbed boys huff as they put it on. i wished i could see his whole face hes so sedy, look over here pretty girl, i gasp pulled from my thoughts by their captain kita walking into the room with his hands on his hips and was theat aran? “You look even better in peroiusn” aran said to me, walking over to me “how do you know who i am?” i ask.

“listen bbygurl...” he yealls, pulling out a chair to sit acros from me. “you dont get to ask the questions, we are your new masters, and you shall do as we say.” i gulp nervously, my stomach feeling like a sharkndao is happening inside. “we hope u will be worth every penny we payed foru.” 

“M-m-m-masters?” my head felt like it was spinning in a teacup from disney land as i thought about what he just said to me. what did this mean? was i gooing to miss the olympics?? I wanted ot hate him with his super smug look on his face but i cant deny that he looks kind of hot and i’m into guys who look just like him,, the other guys r also relly attractive it makes my heart race. I look around trying to find answers when i make eye contact w a really really reall y tall guy who i thinks name is gao only to see another really really relly tall guy next to him,, hyakuzawa?

“what are yo going to do to me then?” ((*lenny face))

you ask, stomach bubbling. maybe i shoudnt have ateen that stale pizza earlier and washed it down with watermelon-lemon minute maid because now i felt like it was gonna come up. ((ew gross um tw vomit mention hehe)

“Dont worry were going to grab seme din din soon lil one,” one of them says. His name espapes me. Hes a ginger. They wont answer me for some reason and i suddenly miss my freedom when i would go to school (i go to an expesive private school for rich kids ahahah).

“WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH ME??” i yell again batting my fists against the ginger but he doesnt even blink. Ive decided hes hot but in a short king kinda way. His hair reminded me of of like cheeto coloured fine thread woven into waves.,,, like the ocean xD (ans...this has an ocean theme)

sudenly there was another voice it was yalling “BOKE HINATA BOKER” i looked with my stricking dark blue orbs and there wasd inother pair of stricking dark blueor bs like the ocean and blck hair. his voicde was veryy deelp an sexxcy (a/n lololol i luv u gakeyama kun *w*)

theres suddenly a loud voice in ur ear screaming directly into ur eardrum " BAKA KAGYEAMA BAKA"  (wtf our they communicating ????  ? )    i cringe at the yellign and another pair of strong arms bulls me away . i land against a hard, solid chest, i can feel the six pack thru his track Suit. 

and then my alarm clock playin what makes u beatyful goes off n i woke up. 

amen.

i rub my eyes wakng up, starrn into the mirror at my super borng brwn ugly eyes and brsh my equaly borng brwn hair. i lok up at m wall and see harey stylz and niallr starinf back at me on t walls. i sigh dreamily. they wud twll me my brwn uairs beatufil. 

[thewildomega]

Second Chance Ch.17

More people had been tossed into the cells with you and Enola, one looked like a humanoid dog and another you guessed was a fishman. As the number of people grew you had made sure Enola stayed by you when a few of the people seemed sketchy. At one point the pirates had brought down a few measly loafs of bread and everyone in the cells went nuts. After fighting with one of the human men which had proved to be almost more than you could handle because of your weakened state you had managed to snag the little girl a half of a loaf to eat. She had quickly offered you some of it but you had shook your head and moved to rest back against the wall with her in your lap. You had no desire to eat, no desire to go on. 

You had no idea how long it had been but your pants had started dropping lower on your hips as starvation started to take effect. Closing your heavy eyes you laid your head back against the wall and thought back to the man you loved. You wondered if he had meant any of those kind words he had ever said to you? Probably not, he was most likely just playing his card right since you had offered him a place to stay and everything else while he was stuck in your world. Like he said, he had never loved you, you were simply there for his amusement and once he grew tired of you that was it. He was never going to marry you, he didn't want you apart of his family, the family you had been so excited to call your own. You knew the truth now, you would never have a family of your own. No one would ever want you, no one would ever love you. With a heavy sigh you felt that clenching in your heart intensify. 

"Don't know why you are so attached to the girl, in a few days it won't matter..." 

Opening your heavy eyes you looked across the cell to the man you had just fought, his nose still dripping blood. 

"...she'll be sold off ta the highest bidder jus' like the rest of us." he finished.

Hearing a whimper you looked down to the little girl sitting in your lap and saw she had started crying again. 

"Those tears ain't gonna save ya brat, ya better toughen up now." He huffed. 

"I...I don't want to be.. sold... I want to g..go home." 

"Ya ain't ever goin' 'ome, yer gonna be a slave fer the rest of yer life." 

"That's enough!" you snapped. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Oh shut it bitch, I'm just tellin' the little runt the facts..."

"Why?! Does it make you feel like some big macho man to scare little girls?" When he only narrowed his eyes at you you raised your chin, refusing to back down. "She is suffering enough as it is you don't have to make it worse." 

"Whatever let her live in 'er dreamworld but that's what's gonna get 'er killed. Ya on the other 'and... Well ya already look like yer knockin' on death's door. " he chuckled before he turned his back to you both. 

Sighing you looked back down to Enola and saw her crying quietly. "Hey it's alright, don't pay him no mind..."

"I don't want to be a slave... I... I don't want to die..." she cried. 

Feeling her turn to cry into your chest you lifted your hand up as much as you could with your chained wrists to rub her back. Swallowing hard you blinked slowly. She reminded you so much of yourself. A frightened child who wanted nothing more than to be with her family, the people who loved her. It was then you decided that you would not let her suffer like you did. That man had been right about one thing, yes you were close to death but if it was the last thing you did you would save this child. "Enola." you whispered, dipping your head down so only she could hear. When she lifted her tear filled eyes to yours you gave her the best grin you could. "I need you to listen very closely to me and do everything I say okay..." When she nodded hesitantly you licked your dry, cracked lips. "I'm gonna get you out of this..."

............................

One by one the others were led up the stairs. When it came time for you you sat quietly as the man unlocked the cuffs on your ankles. For the past few days you had been laying on your worsening condition a little more than how you truly felt. Not the you didn't feel like absolute shit but you wanted these men to think you were nothing to worry about. 

"You gonna be able to walk?" 

Nodding you stood, holding back your smirk as you stood up, wobbling a little bit when your head spun. Watching as the man tied a rope around Enola's tiny wrists you clenched your teeth but said nothing. Being led up the stairs you couldn't help but breath in the fresh air as it washed over you. Blinking you looked out over the island and saw snow. It was nighttime so you couldn't see the entire layout of the land but you could make out the silhouette of mountains in the background along with something roundish looking that was much bigger than all the mountains. It was windy as well, the cold air cutting into your bare skin like knives. You couldn't help but shiver but you wouldn't say a word. 

"Bet you wished you would've kept your coat huh doll?" the captain huffed, looking down to the little girl who was wearing the extremely large coat. Walking over to the tall woman he sighed at her weakened state, "Try not to die before I can make a few berries off of ya." 

Refusing to say a word you watched as he turned and started off the ship, everyone else following. Feeling the one man pull on your chain you started walking along behind him, keeping Enola close. Walking along the snow covered ground you felt your shivering increase. Stumbling a bit you noticed the rest of the crew and captives get a little further ahead. 

"Agh get a move on will you cunt!" 

Feeling him yank on your chains you started coughing and doubled over. Glancing up as the captain looked back and rolled his eyes before turning to continue on you narrowed your own. Acting out your part you heard Enola ask if you were okay. When the man holding both your chain and her rope shoved her back and made her fall you grit your teeth as he started yelling at her. Quickly grabbing hold of the sword on his hip which was more like a large knife to you, you shoved it into his chest when he turned towards you. As soon as he let out a croaking scream you made your move. Snatching your chain from his hand you lifted Enola up into your arms and ran for it. Hearing yelling behind you and then the Captain yelling orders for his crew to stop you pushed on harder. A loud gunshot rung through the air and then you cried out as a sharp pain hit your leg. Stumbling into the side of the nearby building you bit your lip. Hearing the yelling growing closer you took a shaky before taking off again, pushing through the immense pain in your thigh. 

Refusing to stop you kept on, holding Enola close. Seeing trees up ahead you ran for them, hoping to get some sort of cover. Your bare feet were becoming numb from the frigid cold but you wouldn't stop. Running through the trees and rocks for some time you made a sharp right turn when you noticed the smoke in the sky and saw a small home up ahead. You could still hear them coming behind you and swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. Panting you ran towards the door and knocked desperately. Hearing nothing at first you knocked again and this time saw a small light come on in the window. When the door flew open you saw a old man standing there with a old woman behind him. 

"Wha.. what can i do for you young lady?" he asked.

"I don't have time to explain sir but I beg you to please take this girl." Sitting Enola down in front of you you saw the old couple look to her and then up to you with wide eyes. 

"What's going on dear? Is somethin.."

Seeing the chains on the woman's writs the man looked down to the girl again. "You are runaways.... slaves..."

Shaking your head you looked him in the eyes. "Not yet... not ever." hearing the yellign getting closer you breathed heavily. "Please. Please you have to take her, you have to hide her. Please don't let them find her, she's just a child." 

"No. No, Y/n I want to stay with you..."

Coming forward to stand beside her husband she looked to the young woman. "You are hurt..."

"I'll be fine. I'll lead them away. Please I'm begging you." They both just looked at you for sometime before each other and then nodding. 

"Hurry child inside." the old woman said. 

Forcing her to let go of your finger you heard her start crying. "Enola stop. It's okay, it's okay you... your going to be okay." you told her, feeling her hug your leg you rubbed her hair and swallowed hard. 

Hearing the yelling he took a deep breath. "We must hurry or they will find the both of you." 

Nodding you pushed her towards the elderly woman and watched her take her towards the room in the back. Looking back to the man you tried to keep yourself from passing out. "Thank you." 

Taking a deep breath he nodded, "Go down to the river, make a right at the fallen tree and then a left after the big boulder. There will be a trail on your right, it will be grown up some no doubt but it will lead you back around to here. It's a long trail, steep as well but if you can lose them at the river and make it back here we will hide you as well."

Nodding you forced a small grin. You knew you weren't making it back but it was kind of him to offer, "Thank you." Looking to the door Enola had went into you saw him look up to you. 

"She will be safe. Go."

Taking a deep breath you bowed your head and took off back towards them.  Glancing back you saw the old man brushing up your tracks with a broom. Running towards the pirates you felt your bloody pants cling to your leg, the pain was almost unbearable but you knew what was at stake. Cutting through the trees you saw the lights from the pirates and ran a little ways in front of them, seeing them instantly take the bait and follow after you. Keeping your back to them so they would think you still had Enola you heard them running behind you. Shots rang out around you as you ran up the cliff side. Getting to the top you turned around when one got too close. Kicking him with your bad leg you felt it shoot with pain but watched him roll down the hill. Turning back around you made it over the peak and tried to go down but tripped and began rolling down, your body slamming into the rocks and roots as you fell. Stopped suddenly by a tree you screamed when another gun went off and the bullet hit your lower back. Gasping you looked up to see the group making their way down towards you. You were too close, too close to Enola, they had to think you had hide her away somewhere further. Rolling to your side you pushed yourself up, whimpering out and feeling something warm run down your back. 

"Don't let her get away!"

Holding your aching ribs with one hand you continued running. Pushing yourself as much as possible you lost them for a short time in a thick patch of trees. Coming to the river the old man was talking about you shuddered as you ran into the icy waters. Shaking so bad you could hear your teeth chattering you moved out into the water, making your way across to where you saw the fallen tree on the other side. Swimming when it got deep you gasped for air. Getting out of the river you stumbled across to the tree, you were so cold, your whole body was going numb and in turn it was getting harder to move. 

"AHHH!" 

Snapping your eyes to the man when he lunged towards you you caught the blade of his sword with your chain and spun out of the way. "AHHaaa!" Crying out you backed away into the side of the tree and looked down to see a slash along your right hip. Shaking you just did manage to roll away when he swung his sword again. Clenching your teeth you slammed into him when he was off balance but fell to the ground as well. Your head was spinning, your body growing weak as your adrenaline started wearing off. Feeling him land a hard punch to your jaw you looked up to the night sky, the stars mixing all together. 

"You're a tough one, I'll give you that... but not tough enough. Where's that little one at? You're stupid if you think we won't find her..." looking down at the woman he grabbed ahold of the necklace around her neck and lifted it up before ripping it from her neck and looking over the junk. Scoffing he tossed it to the ground. 

Enola.. You couldn't let them find Enola. Using your little strength to wrap your chain around his neck you held it tightly as he struggled. Clenching your teeth as he hit and elbowed your battered body you tugged harder. Slowly he started to go limp. Holding it around his neck for a little longer you finally let go and shoved him off of you. Panting you shook, your eyes desperate to close. You were so tired. You wanted to sleep, you just wanted to sleep. NOT YET! Snapping your eyes back open you rolled over and pushed yourself up onto your unsteady feet. Grabbing his sword and your necklace you started stumbling along the snow cover ground. 

Making it to the big boulder you looked to the grown up path not to far away and swallowed hard, taking in a shaky breath. You couldn't lead them back to her, back to those kind people that had helped. Looking to the opposite direction you saw the sea far down the mountain and blinked your heavy eyes slowly. Lifting your heavy limb you turned towards the water. You couldn't go on much longer, you were already past your limit. Holding onto the trees as you made your way down you got to a ledge of sorts with many large boulders and trees around. Stumbling over to one of the big rocks you leaned back against it and slowly sunk down. You couldn't go any further. Sitting on the ground you leaned back against the cold rock. At least with being so cold you couldn't much feel pain anymore, couldn't much feel anything. Your lids felt like someone had attached weights to them. Fighting to keep them open a little longer you starred out over the sea. The sun was just beginning to start it's rise, the sky turning pink and orange just over the water. Moving your arms you held the sword in your right hand on the ground next to you while you moved your left one to your lap. Glancing down to your palm as you shakingly opened it as much as your frozen fingers would allow you looked down at the yellow sea glass and swallowed hard. Feeling a clenching in your heart you felt your lip tremble and a tear roll down the side of your nose. What you wouldn't give to see him one last time, to have him hold you in those big, strong arms. Tightening your grip on your most prized possession you raised your eyes back to the sea once more. Your last thoughts being of the man you loved as your eyes finally slipped close. 

........................... 

Twelve days it had been twelve days since he had last seen her, since he had last held her. Noticing the sky starting to brighten along the horizon he sighed, thirteen days. Staring out over the seemingly endless sea he closed his eyes as the invisible blade in his heart twisted. They were supposed to be married by now. She was supposed to be his wife. He was supposed to be her husband. Right now they should be laying in their bed, blissfully enjoying one another in the ways newly weds should. Instead they were who knows how far apart and she was enduring who knows what. The constant pain in his chest ensured him that she was hurting. Undoubtedly emotionally, mentally and he had this horrible feeling it was physically as well. Stirring the ship in the direction his constricted heart was telling him to go he stood by the wheel and pushed his hand into his pocket to fish out her phone. Turning it on he looked down to the picture of the both of them. They were both smiling widely, her face attempting to hide away in his neck. God he missed her so much. That incomplete feeling that he had felt his whole life until she had shown up was now back and worse than ever. It was like his very soul was telling him how much he had failed his soulmate. She had been taken, hurt, to what extent he still didn't know but those punks that took her better pray not one scratch came to his darling.

"Hey Pops! We're coming up on Applenine." Hartura yelled down from the crow's nest.

Taking a deep breath he narrowed his eyes as the silhouette of the island came into view. Appleline, that was apart of that psychopathic Doflamingo's territory. He knew the punk was big into the slave trade. Clenching his teeth he took a deep breath as they got closer to the island. Being the first off the ship he looked around to the snow cover island. "Search the town, find out what you can." he told his sons and saw them all quickly take off. Walking along he was busy looking over all of the small homes with the apple shaped roofs when he heard Marco call for him a few meters away. Looking his way he moved over and quickly noticed what had caught his son's attention, a large amount of blood colored snow. Seeing it smeared in a direction he started following it, hearing Marco right behind him.

Whistling for some of the others to come with them, they all quickly followed after their father.

The smear ended after a while but it wasn't hard to spot the auction house. His pace quickened, the two men standing at the door stiffening as he approached. 

"Hey, hey you can't..."

Cutting through both of the men with one swing he kicked in the large door. His sons went to work stopping everyone who tried to get in their way. Scanning the room he saw the man at the desk stand abruptly and go to run but not before Marco could grab him. 

"If you want to live you will tell us everything we want to know." Maroc warned in a clam voice. 

"Where are the slaves being held for auction?" he asked and saw the man waste no time pointing out the right door. Kicking it down when he found it locked he walked down the long hall, getting to another door that was made of iron and locked up tight. Punching the door it flew off the frame and across the dark room. Ducking to fit inside he stood back up and scanned the room that was made of nothing but holding cells. Walking down the hall he clenched his fist as he looked to all of the chained people of different races, sex and ages. As he made his way through the room he saw some of their eyes lift to his, some holding fear others just looked like they were defeated. He quickly found his Y/n's face not among them and felt a sense of dread come over him. 

Searching over all the cells as well Marco saw his father standing there with a lost look on his face. 

"She's not here." he said with a heavy heart. 

"Perhaps there is another one on the island or they are holding her somewhere else..." Vista added. 

Going to work releasing the other slaves Izo looked to Jozu. 

"Have any of you seen a tall woman with long h/c hair, s/c skin..."

"I've seen er'." 

Snapping his eyes to the gruff sounding voice he walked down to stand in front of the cell that the voice had came from. Seeing a middle aged man inside, sitting against the back wall with chains along his wrists, ankles and neck he narrowed his eyes when the man looked to him, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Waiting for the man to speak he grit his teeth in annoyment. "Well?"

"Gonna cost ya." 

Huffing he narrowed his eyes at the man, "You'll tell me or I'll leave you here to rot." 

"You think I'm afraid of dyin'?" he chuckled. 

"Not dying punk, suffering." when the man continued to stay silent that shit eating grin on his face he felt his lip lift into a snarl.

"Come on Pops, he don't know anythin...."

Seeing the giant man go to walk away he raised his chin. "Y/n, I think that's what I heard that little brat callin' er'." 

Freezing when he he heard her name fall from the man's lips he turned back starred down at the man. 

"Ah so that is the one yer' lookin' fer."

"Where is she?" 

"Dead most likely, or wishin' she was." he told him with a tilt of his head. "She ran off when we got here, took that little one with her."

"Little one?" Izo asked, coming to stand beside his father.

"Yea, little girl they took ta sell wit the rest of us. Little brat wouldn't stop crying the whole ride here." he huffed. "She seemed real smittin' with that doe yer' lookin' fer."

"What do you mean she ran off?" Marco questioned. 

"I mean that as soon as they got us off the ship and started us 'ere she managed to grab the girl an' run off. Can't tell ya which way, I was further ahead an' couldn't see em but I can tell ya that she managed ta take out the one that was in charge of er'. 'eard the captain say it was his brother an' she was gonna pay fer his death. As soon as they got the rest of us ere he gave the order ta go find er'." 

Breathing heavily he felt this heart speed up and went to hurry out but heard the man speak again.

"Can't say yer gonna like what ya find, been earin' gunshots all night and she won't lookin' too hot in the first place." 

Quickly making his way out of the building he saw some people standing around looking to them. 

"Pretty sure some of the men we took out before were some of the ones that took Y/n." Marco said. 

"I want the whole island searched. Leave no stone unturned." he told his first in command and saw him nod. "You find the Captain, you leave him for me." 

"Understood." Without another word he watched his father start marching through the streets. 

..................................

Trying to let his heart lead him in the direction of his love he felt only this sharp, twisting pain. It was nearly enough to send him to his knees but he pushed on, desperate to find her. Following the tracks into the forest he walked through the trees, listening for any sound. Going on for a while he heard a gunshot followed by the sound of yelling. Running towards it he came up to a small home surrounded by a few men. Getting closer he saw an old couple standing there as the group f men went about questioning them. 

"...you'd both do well to tell us the truth."  one of the men threatened. 

"We known nothing of these two you are speaking of young man." The old man went to say but was cut off when one of the men came forward and shoved him aside to barge into his home. 

Hearing a child scream he watched as the man that had went into the home tossed a young child out into the snow, the others aiming their guns and swords towards the elderly couple. 

"Now you are going to tell me what I want to know or I'ma blow your wife's brains right in front of you an' then I'ma call inthe captain and he'll make you wish you were never..."

Jumping in he swung his blade through the air, cutting down one after another. Punching one of the men in the head he knocked him back into the tree and watched him fall to the snow. Grabbing the one that had been threatening the old couple he shoved Murakumogiri through his torso. Dropping his lifeless body down to the ground he turned to the couple and saw them both looking to him with fear filled eyes, the small child cowering behind them. Walking forward he shoved his naginata in the ground to show them he meant no harm towards them. Taking out Y/n's phone he turned it down and showed them the picture of her and him. "Have you seen this woman?" The two looked to the picture before looking up to him. However before either of them could speak two curious eyes were peeking out from behind the woman. 

"Hey that's Y/n..." 

Hearing the child's small voice he looked down to her and saw her clinging to the older woman's skirts. Crouching down on his hunches so he might not look as intimidating to the child he looked into her green eyes. "You know my friend?" he asked and saw her nod. Just now noticing that the little girl was wearing his darling's coat he felt his lip twitch when he noticed the blood stains on the tan material. 

"She saved me from those bad men." Enola spoke in a soft voice.

"The young woman showed up on our steps late last night, begging us to take this child in, to hide her from those men you just killed." the old man told the young man.

Looking to the man he saw the man looking him in the eyes. "Do you know where she is now, which way she went?"

"She said she was going to lead them away from us and the girl. I told her to head to the river on the other side of the hill, make a right at the fallen tree and then a left after the big boulder. There's a trail on the right, I told her if she took it it would lead her back here."

"We've been waiting for her to come back so we could help hide her away as well but.." the woman added but stopped when the little girl at her side moved into her more. 

"She hasn't come back yet." the man finished, glancing down to the child. 

"They hurt her...those bad men." 

Snapping his eyes back down to the child he saw her looking down, her little lip trembling. "What do you mean they hurt her sweetheart?"

"They hit her, beat her, the..then last night when she was running away they s..shot her." she told the giant in a cracking voice. 

Watching the little girl cry he felt his heart hammering in his chest. 

"Her leg was bleeding when she was here last night." the old woman told him. 

Standing back to his full height he looked up and gave a loud whistle. Within a few seconds marco was flying overhead and landing beside him, the flames on his body dying away. Seeing his eyes look over the scene and then up to him he glanced to the couple and girl. "Keep them safe, if anymore show up keep them alive for now." Seeing Marco nod he grabbed Murakumogiri and ran in the direction the old man had pointed him in. 

Making his way up the hill he saw many tracks in the snow along with a few drops of blood. Getting to the peak he looked down and saw much more of the snow and dirt disturbed. Running down the hill his eyes snapped to the larger stain of blood in the snow and grit his teeth. She had fell. Running faster through the woods he could make out where she had stumbled and fell, blood here and there in the snow. She was losing blood. Getting to the river he saw ice chunks floating along the surface. The current wasn't rough, his lass was a damn good swimmer, she would have been able to make it across but he was worried about how cold it was. Taking a few steps back he made the jump across, landing only in a few feet of water, enough to get his feet wet but he could care less right now. 

Seeing the fallen tree and then the body laying on the ground he felt his heart speed up at the sight of more blood. The man had no injuries on him, this blood was hers. Noticing the bruises on his neck he knew immediately that she had strangled him. "That's my lass." he spoke to the air. Going on he followed her tracks, being able to tell she was stumbling more now. Making it to the large boulder he moved around it to see the path the old man had told him about but there was only one problem, the snow there was undisturbed. She hadn't went that way. Turning around in circles he tried to figure out where she was. This high up the snow was only in patches on the rocks. Had she continued upward? No, there was no way she would be able to. Turning left he looked through the thin trees to see the sea in the distance. The water, she would go to the water. She wouldn't lead them back to the child. Moving over he started making his way down, blood here and there along with a few bloody footprints on the rocks. She wasn't wearing shoes? 

Stepping down from the small ledge he looked around but felt his blood run cold when he saw a small bare foot and jean clad leg sticking out from behind the large rocks. "Y/n. Y/n!" he yelled, his feet moving for him. Rounding the boulders his heart dropped to his stomach and his breath caught in his throat when he finally stared down at her. "nn..no...NOOO!" he roared. Dropping Murakumogiri to the ground he heard it clatter but paid it no mind as he fell to his knees beside her. There was so much blood. Reaching out for her his hands shook. He was so afraid to touch her, so afraid he would hurt her worse than she already was. Gently pulling her to lay in the nook of his arm he hissed at how cold her skin was on his. She was wearing nothing but her black lace bra and her bloody jeans. There was ice on her hair and lashes, her skin was flushed of color and her lips had a bluish tint to them. She was freezing.

Quickly shrugging his jacket from his shoulders he wrapped it around her, his eyes snapping to the bloody slash across her hip. Forcibly opening her hand so she would release the sword he tucked it inside his jacket as well. Looking back up to her face he swallowed the knot in his throat. "Y/n, lass wake up." he said in a shaky voice. Licking his lips he moved his other hand to stroke her battered cheek, brushing it up to her stiff hair. "D..darlin' come on look at me." Nothing, she didn't make a sound. Feeling tears leak from his eyes he gave her a shake. "Y/n." he grit out between clenched teeth. "Wake up." he demanded, his voice rough and deep. Pressing his ear to her chest he heard nothing but his own blood pumping and growled out, tears now pouring from his eyes. "No. No you wake up. You look at me!" he yelled. Sobbing out he hugged her close, "PLEASE!" 

Shaking he kissed her temple and then her cheek, laying his forehead on hers. "Please. Please lass don't le..leave me. I can't go through life alone again. I don't want to have this second chance if you're not apart of it." he sobbed. When she made no signs of life he leaned forward, holding her tightly as his heart shattered. "I'm so sorry darlin'. I love you." he spoke in a broken whisper. 

"...e..eed..."

Hearing the barely audible whisper he quickly sat up and looked down to her. "Lass? Darlin'?" Not hearing anything else he was sure it was just his mind playing tricks on him but then he saw her small fingers twitch and he was sure his heart was going to beat out of his chest. "Y/n?!" 

That voice. A deep voice that called out to you even from the darkness. You had felt nothing and then there was warmth, a soothing warmth. It couldn't be, could it?

When she whimpered softly his breathing turn erratic. Looking over her face he saw her lashes fluttering, her eyes attempting to open. Feeling his face crack into a large smile he cupped her face gently. "That's it, that's my stubborn woman, come on open those pretty eyes, look at me lass."

Ed? Your Ed, he was here? 

"Yes beautiful I'm here. I'm here darlin' and I'm never leavin' you again." he assured her. 

Had you spoken out loud? You couldn't open your eyes, couldn't move. Everything hurt, oh God it hurt. 

Watching her face contort into one of agony  and her eyes continue to try and open he heard her whimper again, this time sounding more desperate. "Shhh it's alright lass, everything is gonna be alright." Holding her close to his chest he pushed her head close to his chest, covering her other ear with his hand. Giving a loud whistle he looked up to the sky, "MARCO!" he yelled as loud as he could. Hearing the sound of his son's phoenix form call out he whistled again and in no time he saw the flaming blue bird overhead. Waiting for him to land he felt his Haki alert him to danger and quickly lept out of the way just as a gun was fired and the bullet whizzed past him. Landing a few feet away he snapped his eyes over to the man who looked about Jozu's size, that had to be him.

"I'll be takin' my property back. The bitch and I have some unfinished business." 

Landing beside his father he looked to Y/n and knew she was critical. "Pops.."

Gritting his teeth at the man he felt pure rage come over him. That was him, that was the one who had taken his soulmate, hurt his soulmate. Crouching down when he heard Marco call for him he pressed his lips to her forehead, "Marco's gonna take care of ya sweetheart while I take care of this punk. You just hold on for me okay, you keep fightin'." he told her in a deep, quiet voice. Kissing her brow he gently laid her down on the ground, wrapping his jacket around her. Stepping back he watched as marco turned to his phinox form and carefully grabbed hold of his jacket with his talons, lifting y/n up into the air and carrying her back towards the ship. 

"Marco the phoenix of the Whitebeard pirates huh? So what does that make you the old man's replacement?"

Huffing he raised his chin. "I'm gonna enjoy this." 

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girl please watch 'always be my maybe' on netflix. i think you'll really like it. it has characters with personality plus it genuinely hits both the rom and the com of rom-com. 10/10 am recommending

i’m,,,,,,,,screaming how did u know i haven’t watched that yet?? legit it’s on my list to watch this weekend i’m yellign