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when my brother was 3 or 4 a shitty teen neighbor walked up on halloween with a bloody ghost face mask and scared the shit out of him—a literal toddler—and he was terrified of halloween for years after. anyway this is why i fucking hate ghost face shit
#i watched the whole thing happen#i was 7-8 so it didn’t terrify me like it did him#you better believe my parents were enraged#they talked with this kid’s mom bc they lived in our neighborhood#idr the details anymore i should ask my parents though#anyway random lore#— idle chatter
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my love, my life
pairing: jenna ortega x autistic!fem!reader
summary: Jenna was the rock you never knew you needed in your life
link to request
words: 4.007k (im sorry)
warnings: verbally abusive parents, ableism, ableist remarks, r parents are dicks, r has a meltdown, swearing, bad writing
authors note: if i got anything wrong please correct me in a respectful and kind way please, other than that i hope you enjoy this:)
You were the one who begged your parents to allow you to start acting at such a young age, being utterly fixated on the world of acting after seeing Spider-Man for the first time.
In the beginning your parents didn't like the idea of you becoming a child actor, especially after what they heard from a myriad of news sources of how troubled child actors became when they reached their teens.
But after a lot of pleading they reluctantly allowed you to audition for anything that came up.
You were the young age of six when you got your first real role, it was for a random soup company commercial, it was nothing major but it was something.
Acting brought you a large sense of comfort, already knowing what was going to happen as you memorised your lines in a blink of an eye.
You always had a struggle with portraying emotions but eventually you got the hang of it and became much better.
At eight years old you got your first big break; the role of a little sister's killer. The role of Jill Roberts' little sister in Scream Four.
You blew up.
At first you weren't a fan of all the attention and even got quite upset over it, the large change of attention by strangers on the street scaring you.
Your parents on the other hand were absolutely thrilled and began auditioning you for many other movies and tv shows.
You weren't properly diagnosed with autism till the age of fourteen; long after you had become a child actor. You were shocked but found comfort in that information, it was as if you finally found out the answer to longing question.
Your parents on the other hand did not believe the doctors when they diagnosed you with autism, refusing to believe the fact and that you were just simply dramatic.
As your fame grew, your stress and anxiety only did too. It got to the point where you could barely get through an interview before going completely non-verbal for a few days.
Your parents called you dramatic since you could act in front of cameras but couldn't answer simple questions in front of a few people with flashing cameras.
You defended yourself that it wasn't the same, it never was. You didn't know what was going to happen in those interviews, while you knew everything when acting.
As the years passed you became even quieter and couldn't attend almost any interview or premier. You stopped auditioning for movies and shows when you were sixteen, deciding to take a two year break of acting.
Your parents were enraged by that fact and barely interacted with you, leaving you alone in one small house as they bought another large one for themselves with your money.
You didn't care, as long as you were alone you were happy.
A few days after your eighteenth birthday you received a call, asking if you were willing to come back to play an old role.
Maxine "Max" Roberts, the younger sister of Jill Roberts.
In the beginning you were reluctant but after a few days of thinking you accepted the role.
Without a doubt, that was the best decision of your entire life, career wise aside.
In the set of Scream Five you reconnected with old friends such as Neve Campbell, Courtney Cox and even David Arquette officially as grown adult and no longer a child.
You also managed to make long life friends such as Mikey Madison, Mason Gooding, Dylan Minnette, Jack Quaid and you even meet your favourite youtuber James A. Janisse who made a small cameo in the movie.
But the person you met on the Scream Five set that changed your life was the actress who played Tara Carpenter; the first Scream character to survive an opening kill.
Jenna Ortega.
You and Jenna instantly connected, a feeling you had never felt in your entire lifetime. Jenna understood you better than your own parents, even treating you better than them.
Before Scream Five was even wrapped you and Jenna began dating; both of you absolutely head over heels for each other.
Jenna helped you tremendously throughout the process after Scream Five was released, helping you in interviews if you got nervous and felt your throat tightening up. Helping you in any premier by always holding your hand if you wanted to squeeze hers if you got too angsty.
She did so much more than your parents ever did. It wasn't a wonder why you hadn't had a proper conversation with them since you were sixteen.
You were fine with that fact; you didn't need them anymore. You had Jenna.
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"So, I was thinking of some mac 'n cheese for dinner?" Jenna suggested once the credits of 'The Amazing Spider-Man' began playing throughout yours and Jenna's small living room.
You grinned happily at her as you tapped your finger along with the music that played with the credits. "Well if you're offering of course."
Jenna scrunched her nose adorably as she smiled at you, leaning closer to give you a quick peck on the forehead as she stood up. "I'm presuming you watch the end credit scene?" She asked you as she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen.
You nodded your head as your eyes remained fixated on the screen. "You presume correctly, my love."
"As always, my life." Jenna replied, finishing off your nickname with a small laugh as she entered the kitchen.
It was a silly joke that started when Jenna found out your all time favourite band was Abba. She had made it her life goal to memorise each of your favourite songs; one of those songs being 'My love, My life'.
You smiled to yourself as you unconsciously played with the bottom of the graphic Spiderman shirt Jenna gave you for your birthday months ago. The material of the shirt was your favourite and didn't irritate you like many other fabrics did.
After a few minutes passed the end credit scene began playing as the smell of mac 'n cheese started to infiltrate your nose, your smile softened.
Mumbling the lines along with the characters you were interrupted when three knocks were at the door.
You ignored the fact it was an awkward number as you headed towards the door, confused as to who it could be.
Maybe it was one of Jenna's siblings you guessed, but as you unlocked the door your jaw dropped as you saw who was standing behind the door with crooked smiles.
"Mother? Father?" You asked bewildered as you stared at them with wide eyes, you hadn't seen them in years.
Your mother smiled sweetly, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she took a step closer to you with open arms, to which you took a step back at.
"Y/n, honey, it's been so long." Your mother cooed as she lowered her arms, a small look of hurt in her eyes at your rejection at touch.
"Four years. It's been four years." You confirm with a deadpan look as you looked at them, they still looked pretty much the same since you last saw them. "Why're you two here?" You asked them rather bluntly, your eyes narrowing questioningly on your father who didn't have the sweet smile your mother had on her face.
"Is it so wrong for parents to come visit their only daughter? We've missed you so much after all these years." She said as she wrapped an arm around your fathers bicep, leaning into him. Your fathers jaw clenched momentarily as he nodded his head stiffly. "We've missed you so much, rabbit." Your father mumbled out in a gruff tone of voice.
A smile grazed your lips at the nickname your father used to call you when growing up, there was no backstory to it, it was a simple name he had called you for years.
At the nostalgic name you couldn't help to lower your guard as you gave them a genuine smile, to which your parents actually smiled back at you.
"Y/n?" Jenna's voice broke you off your trance as you snapped your head to the side, Jenna rounding the corner with her hair now in a messy bun.
Before you could get a word out you heard your mother gasp as she freed your father from her grip, a look of admiration in her eyes as she looked at your girlfriend.
"And you're our Y/n's girlfriend, we've heard so much about you. It's nice to finally meet you." She interrupted, extending her hand out to shake Jenna's.
Jenna glanced at you with a questioning look, you shrugged your shoulders weakly at her look. She sighed as her movie star smile appeared on her face, turning back to face your mother.
"Likewise." She says as she connects her hand with your mothers.
As your mother chatted Jenna's ears off you turned your attention back to your father who was still standing awkwardly in the doorway.
Your father must've felt eyes on him as he slowly flickered his eyes away from your mothers figure to your eyes, his eyes still as cold as you remembered.
He coughed dryly as he took a singular step towards you, a tight lipped smile on her face as he looked down at you.
"It's nice to see you again, peanut." He whispered to you, your heart melted at his words. Has your father actually changed? It sure sounded like it.
"It's nice to see you too, father." You replied back with a whisper, a small smile toyed on your lips. He grinned as he nodded curtly at you before he focused back on your mother.
"Is it alright if we stayed for dinner? It's just we haven't seen our Y/n in such a long time." You heard your mother plead to Jenna, her voice bordering into desperation.
Jenna's beautiful brown eyes flickered over to you, silently asking you if you were okay with you, you nodded your head.
She let out a small breath as she nodded her own head, returning to meet your mothers eyes.
"Of course, I hope you don't mind mac 'n cheese." Jenna joked as she took a few steps back, your mother following hot on her trail.
You and your father follow them as you close the front door. Your father turned to look at you as he walked over to the dining table. "You're still obsessed with that?" He asked with what sounded like curiosity to you, meanwhile Jenna's head had snapped back to where you and your father stood at his tone of words which did not sound like it was full of curiosity.
You nodded your head oblivious as you pulled out a chair for him. "Yes I do, it's been my comfort meal for years. I'm surprised you even remembered that."
He scoffed as he glanced back at you, sitting down in the seat. "I wish I didn't." He grumbled under his breath, thankfully you didn't hear his words as you headed over to the kitchen where your mother and Jenna were at.
Jenna was slowly stirring the pot full of mac 'n cheese as your mother chatted her ear off, a look of fake interest on Jenna's face.
"Do you need help with anything, Jen?" You asked her, interrupting your mother as you moved to stand next to her. She smiled softly at you as she nodded her head. "Could you get the cutlery and bowls out for me please?" You nodded your head as you immediately went to do what she asked for.
Thankfully, your mother left the kitchen as she went to sit down next to your father, whispering to him as their eyes glanced over the apartment.
You grabbed four bowls off of the top shelf with ease as you heard Jenna's hushed voice.
"Hey," She began, you turned to look at her as you neatly placed the bowls on the counter. "you sure you're okay with them being here?" She finished off in a whisper as she gazed into your eyes.
You nodded your head as you glanced back at your parents whispering to each other, smiling before you turned to look back at your girlfriend.
"I'm okay with them being here, really unexpected which annoys me but I haven't seen them in so long." Your tone became even more hushed as you leaned closer to Jenna. "Dad even remembered my nickname and the food I like, that must mean something, right?"
Jenna sighed as she nodded her head weakly, smiling as weakly as she placed a comforting hand on top of yours. "Okay, if you want them here then they can stay. But the moment you feel like you don't want them here just tell me okay?"
You nod your head understanding. "Okay, I will, thank you." Jenna gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before she turned back to her pot of mac 'n cheese.
After a few minutes passed you, Jenna and your parents were seated at your dining table as you all ate your food.
You were sitting in your favourite seat as Jenna sat next to you, your father across from you as your mother sat across from Jenna.
You were eagerly eating your food with a smile on your face, a sense of warmth and comfort hitting you as you ate your food.
"This is really good, Jen, thank you." Jenna's smile managed to make you feel even more at peace.
"So, Y/n, you got any new movies or shows coming up?" Your mother asked you with intrigue as she slowly ate her food.
You shook your head as you took another spoonful. "No but I was in the latest Spider-Man movie. It was so cool! I thought I would never be given a chance to be in a Spider-Man movie but I was offered a small role. I even got to design my own Spider-Man character and how she was and -oh my god I even-"
"Lower your voice, Y/n." Your father snapped as he played with his food. "We're not in another room, we're right next to you."
You frowned as you stopped talking immediately, looking down at your half empty bowl embarrassed. "Sorry, father." You said in a voice that you made sure it was quieter than before.
"And what, baby?" Jenna asked with an encouraging smile on her face, her eyes focused on you and only you.
You picked up your head as you smiled sheepishly at her. "And I got to meet Daniel Kaluuya who's one of my favourite actors."
Your father sighed dramatically as he shook his head as he pushed his food around the bowl, he hadn't taken a singular bite of the food.
"How much longer do we have to stay here?" He whispered to your mother in a tone what he thought was low enough, but you and Jenna heard him clearly.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you loosened your grip on your spoon. "Oh, do you have somewhere else to be?" You asked him sincerely.
He scoffed as he shook his head in disbelief. "Your attitude is still as horrible as I see."
What?
"I don't understand. I was asking you a question. How was that giving you attitude?" You asked him again, straightening your posture as you desperately searched for Jenna's hand from under the table.
She quickly interlocked your fingers together, her thumb expertly rubbing softly at your skin in an attempt to soothe you.
Your father dismissed you as he turned to look at his wife, a look of annoyance clear on his face. "Ask her. I'm not staying here much longer with that here." He demanded in a hushed whisper.
A deep frown slowly appeared on your face as you stared between your parents, an uneasy feeling started to grow in your stomach.
"What's he talking about, mother?" She sighed at your words, dropping her spoon into the bowl as she leaned against her hands.
"We need to ask a favour from you, honey." Your throat felt tighter as you swallowed dryly, your grip on Jenna's hand tightened.
"What favour?" You asked her, your eyes flickered back to your father who wasn't even looking at you. Your heart clenched uncomfortably in your chest at the sight.
"Well your father and I have been going through some things lately, and it hasn't been fun. It's been especially hard on your dad." The older woman sighed as she closed her eyes momentarily before she reopened them, her eyes teary as she looked into your eyes. "As your parents, we only ask you one favour, Y/n. We raised you and no parent wants to come grovelling to their own flesh and blood for help."
You stayed silent as you listened to her words, your anxiety was starting to increase at a speed that you hadn't felt in years.
"We need to borrow some money." She finally confessed with a pleading gleam in her eyes. "It's the only thing we've ever asked of you, my sweet child. Please, for your mom and dad."
You should've known they hadn't changed, you should've known.
As you stared into your parents eyes you swallowed dryly as you slowly opened your mouth.
"No." You whispered out.
"No?" He repeated in a mocking tone. "No? Are you serious? After all we've done for you?"
Your frown deepened as you averted his piercing gaze, looking down in your lap as you unconsciously started to rub your feet against each other.
"We could've given your spastic ass up for adoption but we didn't. And this is how you repay us? What a wonderful fucking daughter we have."
You shook your head weakly as your movement with your feet started to become more erratic.
"Get out of our house, right now." Jenna said coldly, trying to keep her temper under control as she didn't want to yell like your father was doing.
A sniffle was heard from your mother as she wiped the tears from her eyes with a tissue. "My own daughter is betraying her only parents." She mumbled to herself.
It was if your heart was in your throat, the feeling as if it was tightening making you shake your head more violently.
"You see what you're doing, you freak, making your own mother cry." Your father pushed as he stood up, banging his fist against the table loudly.
You flinched at the noise as you shut your eyes tightly, letting go of Jenna's hand as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
Jenna stood up as you let go of her hand, glaring heavily at your father. "I'm going to ask you again, leave our home and never return or I'll call the cops." She spat out slowly, her voice full of venom.
"You know what, Miss America, we'll do exactly that. Who would even want that as a child?" He laughed as if it was a joke as he held his wife's sobbing hand. "You're not my child, Y/n. Nobody would even want a reta-"
"Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence." Jenna interrupted the man's words, fury in her eyes as she rounded the table. "You should be ashamed of yourselves, you two are a joke. Get out of our house right now."
Your father scoffed as he helped pull up his wife from her chair, tightening his hand in hers.
You weren't looking at them as you kept shaking your head, your eyes shut tightly as you mumbled incoherent words to yourself. The tightening in your throat becoming unbearable.
You heard your father and Jenna argue lowly but you couldn't hear anything they said as your fathers previous words plagued your thoughts loudly.
A wave of unshed tears were piling up behind your shut eyes as you slid off the wooden chair to sit down against the wall, shaking uncontrollably as you shook your head violently.
Maybe he was right, maybe you were just an unloveable creature.
Behind closed eyes you could notice the room darken, with a shaky gasp you opened your eyes, a flood of tears escaping immediately.
Through the thick tears you could see Jenna crouched down a few feet in front of you, the room itself was darkened as the main light was switched off. The only light remaining in the room was the corner lamp.
"Y/n, can I hold you?" Jenna's disoriented voice asked you, you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Your fathers cruel words voiced themselves in your mind at your body's rejection of speaking. A sob racked through your body as you desperately nodded your head. Instantaneously the moment you nodded your head Jenna moved to wrap her arms around you, allowing you to lean all your weight into her.
Silent sobs erupted from your body as you clung to Jenna for dear life, hiding your face in the crook of her neck as your arms were wrapped around her tightly.
"It's okay, it's just you and me, nobody else." She cooed into your ear as she gently rocked you back and forth. You could feel one of her hands rubbing affectionately against your back as she shushed you.
You don't know how long you stayed like that for; In Jenna's protective hold as she rocked you back and forth as you sobbed.
Eventually as your breathing calmed down and your sobs dying down, Jenna slowed down her rocking but she kept rubbing at your back with her soft palm.
"You feel a bit better?" She whispered into the dark room, not wanting to startle you with a loud voice.
You nodded your head mutely as you sniffled, your face still hidden in the crook of her neck.
"You know what they said wasn't true, right?" Jenna softly asked as her hand soothed you. You didn't move as you struggled to swallow, knowing if you nodded your head you would be lying.
Weakly, you shrugged your shoulders at her words, your fathers words still plagued your mind.
"What they said was absolute nonsense, Y/n, you're none of the things they called you." She reassured you, her voice so soft that if someone was in the kitchen they wouldn't have heard her. "I promise you I'll never let anyone say anything like that to you again, because what they said was lies."
You nodded your head as Jenna rocked you carefully, your breathing calming down.
"I love you, Y/n, never forget that. I love everything about you, everything." Jenna whispered again as she pressed a feather light kiss to the top of your head. "I wouldn't want you any other way, you're perfect just the way you are, and I love you so much."
Once again you attempted to speak but nothing except a strangled gasp of air came out, you shut your eyes back immediately as embarrassment coursed through your veins.
"Hey, hey, take your time, you don't have to force yourself to talk, okay? Going non-verbal is perfectly okay." Jenna cooed instantly as she rubbed at your back with a stronger force, you relished in the feeling as you nodded your head.
"Do you want me to reheat your dinner so we can watch the second Amazing Spider-Man movie while we eat it?" Jenna offered you in a gentle voice, she had slowed down on the rocking as you calmed down.
Mutely, you nodded your head with more eagerness than before. Jenna smiled in relief as she nodded her own head.
"Okay, I'll go reheat it and you can put the movie on for us. How does that sound?" She said, you pulled away from her as you smiled weakly, nodding your head. Jenna's own smile grew as she nodded her head along with you.
You were still weren’t sure whether your fathers words were true or not, but one thing you were positive of was that Jenna was the best girlfriend.
Jenna will always be your rock as she will always be the love of your life.
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Fun upside of rats and spambots fleeing Twitter for Tumblr are all the new fucking, uh...
They're not TERFs this time, they're "not feminists" because "feminism is cancer", they're, uh...
"Violent Misandrists"?
Like, huge use of Judith killing Holofernes vibes. 15yos posting "Kill all men (except my male mutuals lol!)" and insinuating that banning pornography will end child abuse forever.
(deep breath)
Look.
If you are a teenager from the USA, and your parents are Republicans, please consider that EVERYTHING you were ever taught about media, politics, gender, sex, feminism, and the advisability of mass murder as a political tool
has been carefully tailored to make you feel enraged with the state of the world, which is full of Good People and Bad People (groups it is very easy to sort everyone you meet into) and the way to Fix Society is to criminalize, incarcerate, or brutally murder as many Bad People as possible. You have probably seen several different sorting systems proposed, and may not have seen much political discourse beyond debates about "Which PART of society are Bad People who should be punished?"
And yes, I realize you've also been taught that people like me insisting on bullshit like "nuance" and "tolerance" and "educating yourself" are literal Satan and probably in favour of ritualized child abuse and puppy-kicking.
We're not. I'm not. I'm like a lot of people you wouldn't think are Good People, who nevertheless work to make the world better in what we understand to be the best methods available.
I don't know why I'm saying this. I'll probably end up a target of vitriol and regret ever speaking up. Just.
You are not smart for coming to the conclusion that the world is full of Bad People who just need to be killed. You did not figure out (or find the true prophet of) The Secret Truth of the Entire Universe. You haven't figured out how to fix the world. You just followed the fucking breadcrumb trail laid down by people who want to recruit you to commit atrocities in their name.
The world is so much more complicated than you've been led to believe. Fixing its problems is so much more tedious and difficult. Cruelty is so much less useful. And you've got so much more learning to do.
#genocide tw#mass murder tw#incarceration tw#misandry tw#terf shit#csa tw#child abuse tw#us politics tw
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Forgotten Destiny - Anthony Bridgerton
Summary: When one wants a thing it does not mean the other lover would want the same thing, is it not?
Word count: 1543
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky into a tapestry of fiery reds and oranges, Anthony Bridgerton paused in his work, his pen hovering above the paper.
He glanced at you, as you were sitting primly on the edge of his desk, your delicate features set in a familiar expression of determination.
Your argument had been raging for the better part of an hour, and it showed no signs of abating.
The air in the room seemed to crackle with tension as if a storm were brewing, waiting for the right moment to break free.
You leaned forward, your voice taking on a pleading quality that only served to enrage your husband further.
"Anthony, I am your wife," you said, "and I am begging you to reconsider. We have three healthy children, which is just fine to me."
Anthony bit back a retort, unable to understand how you could be so content with your current situation.
"But y/n," he said, his voice strained, "don't you want to give our children the gift of another sibling?"
You sighed, your gaze drifting to the floor for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "Of course I do, but yet I still think we shouldn't."
Anthony frowned, his eyes narrowing. "But why? What's the problem? You know that I can provide for any number of children."
You hesitated, unsure how to put your concerns into words. You glanced around the room, feeling a sense of overwhelm.
Your house was beautiful, yes, but it was also filled with so much noise and activity.
Three children were a handful even when they were well-behaved, and you worried that another one might push them all over the edge.
"Yet it is my body, Anthony," you began.
He looked up sharply, his expression softening.
"I understand that, dearest. I do not take your sacrifice lightly. But I feel like we are such a close family, and I want our children to have the same bond that we share."
You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
"I know you do, but sometimes I feel like we lose ourselves in being parents. I want to be a wife to you too, Anthony. I want us to have time for each other, just the two of us."
Anthony's eyes widened at this admission. He hadn't realized how much you had been craving your alone time.
He set his pen down on the desk and reached across the space between you, taking your hand in his. "You and me talking in my office isn't the same as spending time together?"
"No, it's not the same. This is us being parents, have a good night, Mr Bridgerton." You snapped before walking away and smashing the door closed.
Anthony sat there for a moment, stunned. He couldn't believe you had just left him like that.
He watched your retreating figure until you disappeared around the corner, and then he let out a frustrated growl.
He knew you were upset, but he couldn't help but feel like you were being unreasonable.
The next morning, Anthony awoke to the sound of one of the servants knocking on your door.
He groaned, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. It had been a restless night, plagued by thoughts of you and the argument.
He wished he could just apologize and make everything better.
When he finally dragged himself out of bed, he found you already dressed and sitting at the breakfast table, sipping your tea.
Your expression was still stony, but he couldn't help but feel a pang of hope at the sight of you.
He walked over to you, took a seat across from you, and gave you his most winning smile. "Good morning, my love. I hope you slept well."
You looked up at him, your eyes guarded, but not answering or saying a single word.
Anthony frowned, feeling the tension between you grow tighter. "Y/n, please," he said, reaching across the table to take your hand.
"I know we didn't part on the best of terms yesterday, but I truly am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel like you're not important to me."
Your eyes met his, and you retreated your hand, going back to reading Lady Whistledown's new gossip.
Anthony sighed, feeling defeated.
"Y/n, I truly am sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel unimportant. I just want what's best for our family. I want us to have another child, but I also want to make sure that we don't lose sight of the love and connection we share."
You looked up at him but turned your head towards the butler who stood at the door. "Finley, would you mind cleaning the table, It just got to me that I had a talk planned with the Duchess of Hastings."
Anthony frowned, his eyes narrowing. "And what would you like to discuss with her?" he asked warily.
"I'll be back in an hour or two for tea, Finley, thank you very much."
Daphne Bridgerton rose from her seat when you entered the sitting room, your graceful movements a testament.
"Y/n, how wonderful to see you!" she exclaimed, giving you a warm hug. "It's been far too long."
You smiled, returning Daphne's embrace. "It has been, hasn't it? I do apologize for not visiting sooner. I've been rather busy with the children."
You sat down on the plush sofa, and a servant immediately brought in a tray of tea and biscuits.
Daphne poured you each a cup, taking a sip before asking, "So, how are things going with you and Anthony? I must admit, I was rather surprised when Mama said he wanted another child."
You took a deep breath before answering.
"He does...at least he does," you admitted. "Anthony is so focused on his duty as a Bridgerton, we've been arguing about having another child."
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Oh? have you?"
"Well, Anthony is headstrong that we should try for another as soon as possible, while I want to enjoy the time we have together as a family before we add to it."
"I see," Daphne said thoughtfully, taking another sip of her tea.
"It's a difficult position to be in, isn't it? On the one hand, Anthony is right in wanting to continue the Bridgerton line, but on the other, you both need to consider your happiness and the well-being of the children you already have."
You nodded, your eyes downcast as you toyed with your teacup. "Yes, it's been rather strained between us. I feel like he doesn't see how important it is for us to have that time together."
Daphne smiled sympathetically. "Well, I can understand where he's coming from as well. Anthony is a devoted father and husband, but he's also a man of duty."
Anthony cleared his throat as he entered the room, his eyes immediately darting between you two. "Ah, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said, his voice a little strained.
Daphne glanced up at him, her expression softening.
"It's quite alright, Anthony. We were just discussing the challenges of maintaining a happy marriage while balancing family obligations." She motioned for him to sit down. "Please, join us."
Anthony hesitated for a moment before taking a seat. He cleared his throat again and looked at you, his expression contrite.
"I know I've been insensitive. I shouldn't have pushed for another child without considering how it would affect us as a couple, and I never want anything to come between us. I just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words.
Daphne reached out and placed her hand on his arm, offering him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, brother. We all make mistakes. The important thing is that you recognize them and are willing to apologize."
You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You knew Anthony meant every word he said, and you loved him for it.
But you couldn't help feeling a twinge of uncertainty. You had been through so much already, and the thought of adding another child to the mix was both exciting and terrifying.
"I do appreciate your apology," you said finally, your voice quiet but steady. "But we need to find a way to move forward together. We need to decide what's best for our family."
Anthony nodded, his expression serious. "You're right. I want us to find a solution. I want to be the best husband and father I can be."
You considered his words for a moment.
"How about this? Let's wait until the end of the season. By then, we'll have had some time to reconnect and renew our focus on our family. If we still feel the same way, we can discuss the possibility of having another child. Does that sound fair?"
Daphne smiled encouragingly. "It sounds like a very sensible plan, y/n. And if you ever need someone to talk to or someone to bounce ideas off of, please don't hesitate to reach out."
The three of you sat in silence for a moment, each lost in your thoughts. But there was an understanding between you, a sense of unity that gave you hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, you could find a way to make everything work.
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ENHYPEN Imagines
insolitus | yjw.
part two
pairings: yang jungwon x reader
synopsis: you’ve always thought jungwon is out of this world, out of ordinary. he’s someone who seems familiar but at the same time mysterious for almost everybody. you didn’t expect that he himself will unfold more of him with you and it was an insolitus experience.
word count: 3k
warnings: yandere themes, mention of murder, violence, obsessive love, grammatical errors, kissing. (let me know if i missed some)
note: this is the part two of our insolitus. i suggest you read the first one before this. you can find it here › part one. thank you for waiting. leave some replies and reblog this post. i would really appreciate it. send me some asks! ily & stay safe. look out for part three.
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“Are you stupid?! We had a plan, Jungwon! Why did you impulsively made a decision by yourself?!” his hyung quickly took a hold of his collar, jaw clenched and eyes enraged.
One of their friends came closer and placed a hand over Heeseung’s shoulder to stop him from doing something towards Jungwon. The younger one doesn’t seem fazed about it. His eyes remained blank and he’s very much relaxed despite the situation.
It wasn’t new to his friends. This is how he normally react on things. Jungwon’s usually calm and precise. He’s very reserved and doesn’t react aggressively.
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t caught.” he stated calmly that pisses his hyung even more.
Heeseng’s jaw clenched hardly. “And that’s suppose to make things better? Jungwon you were interrogated at the police station. If it weren’t for your Father’s influence, you’d be in juvie right now!” he couldn’t help for his voice to raise due to so much anger for the younger one's bold move.
He was really upset and seeing Jungwon reacting so calmly triggers something in him even more. Jungwon tilts his head slightly and smirks.
“Are you worried that I was almost caught or you’re scared that this may affect negatively on your plan from getting your girl, hyung?”
Heeseung was caught off-guard, but he didn’t let it show on his face. He kept his stern look and his hold over his collar. Jungwon scoffs before shoving his hold off from him then he raised his chin up, unbothered.
“You’re making a mess on my uniform.” he stated before putting his hands inside his pockets.
Heeseung’s jaw clenched harder and was about to take advance, but he was stopped by Jay and Sunghoon. Their other friends remained silent while watching them argue.
People will probably go ferral if they heard what kind of thoughts they have. They will probably be put straight to a mental facility if someone else knew about their dark plans. It all started by harmless attraction towards their special someone. They didn’t even realized how it escalated into something like this.
They have the power and money so things can be a lot easier for them. It isn’t a big town, so influence and money have big impacts over the flow of life the people living here. They used it to their advantage into fulfilling their plans. Into getting what they want.
“My plan worked. I just messed the order, but we can just resume to how it used to be. Right after y/n, you can finally take your girl.” Jungwon said referring towards Heeseung.
“And you think they won’t be suspicious of people missing one after another? It’s a small town! Almost everyone here knows everybody.”
“Heeseung hyung’s right, Won. Not to mention that you murdered someone. That’s not on the plan.” Jake.
“The world will rotate just fine even if he’s gone.” his friends couldn’t believe they’re hearing these words from Jungwon. The very same guy who people see as a model student, someone very responsible and very kind.
His Father’s a public servant so it’s just natural for him to be helpful to everyone around him. People in their right minds won’t ever think of him to be having this kind of thoughts.
“Jungwon, we have to delay our plans because y/n’s parents will probably look for her. We cannot just continue or else it will raise concern to people of the town. It will be more difficult moving onto our next plan.” Jake tries to make him understand as much as possible.
Finally, Jungwon seems to take in his hyung’s words well. He sighs and nods his head.
“I will check and see what I can do so the public won’t get suspicious about it.” he glances at his friends one by one and they’re looking at him seriously. Some reflects worry.
“Don’t worry about the police interrogation as well, my Father made sure that it will not come out on public.”
They all nod their heads except from Heeseung and was left with no choice but to start replanning once again. After-all, there’s no point on getting mad at him since it was already done. What they can do is to keep an eye on Jungwon after they witnessed what he’s capable of. It is a bit alarming, but they cannot do anything about it as of the moment.
They all decided to go on with their day as usual, like as if they didn’t just almost beat each other out.
“May I excuse Mr. Yang, Miss Lim.” everyone in the class whipped their heads at the door when their principal entered.
Their teacher nodded her head and asked Jungwon to excuse himself. He stood up confidently and bows politely once to their teacher before following their principal outside their classroom.
Jake eyes Heeseung worriedly. They’re wondering why he was called outside. Did the school perhaps discovered his involvement about the incident? Hopefully not.
Jungwon eyed your Mother as the principal tries to comfort her. Your Father is beside his beloved wife, caressing her arm and whispering things such as ‘It's okay' or 'We’re going to find her'
He wanted to scoff and tell to their faces that there is no way that they will find you. He wants to laugh at how devastated they look right now. But instead of doing that, he showed a look of empathy.
“This is Yang Jungwon, the president of our Student Council. He will help with the volunteers for the search of your daughter. We will also put up signs and her pictures all over the town so more people will be aware.” the principal informed them.
He saw how hope ignites over their eyes at the sight of Jungwon. He bows and as his face is not visible to their eyes, a smirk plastered over his handsome face.
“I’m Yang Jungwon, Mr and Mrs (Surname). I will do my best to help searching for your daughter.” to his surprise, your Mother took a hold of his hand. Her crying eyes seems so familiar for me and just later on he will realize that it reminds him of you.
The very same look she has reminds him of your crying eyes while you beg him to let you go. Jungwon almost scoffs at the memory. Something about you begging to him just makes him so excited. Boost his pride and stroke his ego.
“My Father is also the governor and I will surely ask for his assistance for this case.” he added and the joy over your parents eyes just got even more intense.
They couldn’t believe how kind this young man is, not knowing that he’s actually the mastermind to your disappearance. Jungwon gently caress your Mother’s back to calm her down. He felt so evil trying to comfort her when he knows very well he was the reason for their pain. It gives him so much power. He felt like they were under him, powerless.
“What did the principal said?” Jake was eager to know what happened when Jungwon was excused.
Jungwon smiles and put his hand inside his pocket. “Nothing to worry. They just want us to hold a meeting to let everyone know about her disappearance.”
He can almost see the relief through his eyes. The other boys just watch silently. Heeseung pursed his lips and didn’t say anything else. He’s still a little mad for how impulsive his friend acted. They’re just lucky he didn’t ruin so much of their plans.
Sounds of multiple things breaking echoes through the hallway of the Yang’s mansion. It was almost 9 pm and the whole house are like usual. Quiet. Except from the sound of another thing, getting broken.
“Go away! Leave me the fuck alone!” your screams are loud and there’s no doubt that it will hurt your throat.
Tears streams down your face while the people from that house kept their distance, trying not to trigger any more of your emotions. They’re just trying to feed you when you suddenly starting acting this way.
A week being abducted by Jungwon felt like a year already. Time is so slow, the fear of what’s he’s about to do occupies your mind all the time, the punishment he sets whenever you disobey him and you missed your family already.
“What’s going on here?”
Everyone, including you, stops and heads turned to look over the newly arrived Yang Jungwon. His placid expression as he roams his eyes around the whole room made your knees weak. It was obvious that he’s unhappy about it. Probably not because you broke vases and things that cost so much, but because you are once again disobeying his orders.
He’s been somewhere, volunteering to help your poor parents to look for you. They’re just so pitiful and Jungwon’s the very nice boy and responsible president of the student council. His father even sent people to assist every volunteer, provided free food and water. Your family, friends and even schoolmates went around the town to search for you.
Without even knowing that the one who took her was with them, a ghost of smile spreads his face while thinking how stupid every one of them. The true wolf under the sheep skin.
Your eyes shakes in fear at the sight of Jungwon. He’s wearing a plain white shirt that emphasize his broad shoulders and a sweatpants. His hair’s not properly brushed like how he do it whenever he goes to school. Right now, he really do look a normal boy. Except, he isn’t normal at all.
“S-She started to get out of hand and breaking everything, Sir.” despite being years older than Jungwon, he fears him. Just indicates how much power he holds.
He glanced at him and the man lowers his head, hands hardly pressed together.
“Leave us alone.” he demanded that made your soul left your body.
He is scary while having all these people around. What more if you two are left alone? Panic went into your system at the sight of them leaving the room, trying to gather some pieces of the things you broke.
You scurry and tried to stop one of them from leaving or maybe leave this room together. But Jungwon uses one of his arm to halt your steps, wrapping it around your waist and without so much effort he hold you still.
“N-No, d-don’t leave me!” you screamed, your eyes brim with tears. Even how much you try to escape from his hold, it was no use. He’s so much stronger.
“Don’t piss me off, y/n.” his low tone sent shivers to your spine.
For the past days you are with him, there are things you noticed about Jungwon. He’s not that patient, he do tries to be but then suddenly snap once you push his buttons continuously. His eyes softens while staring at you, but if you say things he doesn’t like they turn dark. And its terrifying.
“Let me go! Let me fucking go!” you screamed through your lungs.
“What did I say about shouting?” he asks in a strict tone that slightly made you anxious.
You gulped and kept your glares shooting at him. “Fuck you.”
He clenches his jaw hardly and hold both of your wrist before lightly pushing you towards the bed. His action made you sat over the soft mattress of your bed. With tear stained eyes, you glared at him. He stared down at you before going to get your food that was settled by the corner table.
Your eyes follows him silently, glares almost digging holes at the back of his head.
“You need to eat.” he doesn’t sound mad, but he definitely not pleased as well.
With one hand carrying the tray of food and the other slipping inside his pocket, he struts his way towards you. You lift your chin, hiding your fear behind the teary eyes and trying your best to look brave in front of him.
Even if you know that one touch from him, and you’ll crumble in fear. One look with those eyes and you will feel weak.
When he was near enough, you pushed the tray and it wasn’t long until all of its contents scattered all over the floor. His eyes follows it down the floor before he jaw clenched harder and hand clenches into fists.
“I said I don’t want to! I want to go home! Leave me alone! I hate you! I fucking hate you!” you scream towards him then stood up to hit him by his chest.
Jungwon stood still and unbothered by your action. He stared down with dangerous eyes as he let you do it to him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he swiftly grabbed your wrist and pressed you over the near wall.
You yelped and groaned, feeling hurt when your back came in contact to the hard surface. He doesn’t seem bothered even after you winced in pain.
One of his hand rests over your hip while the other raised to hold your neck. His pretty slim fingers wrapped over it, putting pressure on it enough to limit your oxygen. Your eyes waters even more in fear and slight depravation to breath properly.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
The memory of him stabbing (ex boyfriend) multiple times with no remorse in his eyes flashes back your mind. It was terrifying and you can feel all your nerves shaking. His eyes bore into you, and stared right straight to your eyes.
You whimpered and tried to escape from him, but he didn’t even budged.
“It will be a lot easier if you just obey me,” he murmured under his breath. He was too close that it fan your skin, making you shiver.
You tried catching your breath and calming your mind. Slowly, you stopped resisting and you held on his arm that was slightly choking you. Jungwon’s pretty eyes follows your action then trailed back to your eyes. When he saw how it softens and the look of surrender flickers through them, his heart thumped faster.
He couldn’t explain what exactly he was feeling. Something tugs inside his chest and warmth flamed, invading his whole system. He slowly loosen his hold over your neck and hand slid down, rested just right above your chest. He can feel your heart beating so fast and he was thrilled.
You kept staring at his eyes. To see how much you affect him is very fascinating even for you. Even if you’re scared, tired and hungry from all the stunt you pulled a while ago, you tried to keep standing on your feet.
Both of his hands are now at your sides, resting on your hips to keep you in place. He caged you between him and the wall behind you. The whole room fell silent to the point that you can almost hear your loud heart beating.
You sighed heavily and slowly leans your forehead over his chest. Jungwon was caught off-guard. Are you finally opening up at him? Did he really did it?
One of his hand slid over your waist, the other to the small of your back to pull you closer to him. To feel you between his arms are making him lose his mind. He placed a kiss on top of your head and smirks, feeling giddy inside.
“See? That’s not so bad.” he mumbled near your ear.
You licked your lips and shut your eyes for a while to rethink your life decisions. After making up your mind, you lift your head up to once again look at his eyes.
Compared from a while ago, they look more remorseful. He looks so concerned and when his eyes dropped to your slightly red neck, a hint of worry appeared on his eyes.
“Does it hurt...” he was once again caught off guard when he just felt your hot lips smashed on his.
Wait. Your hot lips. Your. Lips.
Jungwon blinks a couple of times, trying to wake himself up from the dream if ever he’s inside one. But no. You are kissing him.
His grip over your waist tightens and he closed his eyes to start kissing you back. He slightly pushed you towards the wall, this time very gently. His other hand even placed behind your head just so you wouldn’t hit it hardly.
He tilt his head and kissed you hungrily, making you gasp for air. His soft hot lips makes your stomach churns. Even if you try to kill whatever that feeling forming your chest, it was no use. Yang Jungwon is really making you feel these things. You’re indenial, but he’s the only one that gave you butterflies and make you feel terrified at the same time. Oddly, it felt... good.
Jungwon groans on your lips and pressed his body towards you even more. You whimpered and tried moving away to catch some air. He lets you, but kept his face so close. Your noses touching.
Both of you are gasping for air while staring dirftly at each other’s eyes. He smirks and gently pressed his forehead at yours while he stare down at your now swollen lips.
“You taste so sweet.” he whispered.
You gulped and tip toed before wrapping your arms over his nape to give him another kiss. Jungwon’s more delighted to wrap his arm over your waste, responding to your hot kisses.
He used to imagine having you like this and it already drives him crazy. Now that he’s experiencing it, he’s done for it. He’s ruined. He’s down bad for you.
“Agh,” he grunts when you bit his lips so hard.
He slightly pulled away and you used that chance to push him hard. He was caught off-guard and still high from your kiss so it made him step back a few times.
You hurried your way towards the door and burst it open. Surprisingly, there are no one by the hallway. You bolted and just run without having any idea where to go to. All you know is that you need to get away from Yang Jungwon.
Suddenly the memory of your hot kiss flashes through your mind and it made you halt from your steps. You let out a frustrated sigh then smack your head once.
“Snap out of it, y/n!” and you went back on finding your way out.
Even before you can turn to the next corner, the whole mansion turned dark. Your feet stopped and stood frozen on the spot. The lights are all turned off.
Tears started forming your eyes as your heart thumped loudly out of fear. You know for sure that he’s very much pissed off for what you did and now he will hunt you. This is his home, you are in complete disadvantage. The night felt colder as you try to hide yourself inside the corner of the first room you found. Trying to hug yourself and not make any sound.
You shut your eyes and silently prayed that he won’t manage to find you here, although you’re sure he will. Tears stream down your eyes as your clenched your fists, body shaking.
Jungwon smirks as he orders them not to meddle. He stared blankly at the dark hallway of their mansion. The only thing that serves a light was the bright moon outside, its light shining through some gap from the big curtains of the windows.
He strides the hallway while whistling, each steps are slow and obviously taking his own time. He seemed relax as he kicked the first door to his right open. He tries to roam his eyes as it adjusts to the dark.
He’s suppose to feel enraged for what you just pulled a while ago. His lips have a stain of blood from your hard bite, but a smirk spreads across his face. But after tasting you, he just couldn’t seem to be in a bad mood. He couldn’t get enough of you.
And there’s no way he will ever let you go. You belong to him. So that’s why you end up in that situation, a predator hunting its pitiful and helpless prey.
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I was wondering what you thought of the Dursley’s and their treatment of Harry, I know some people think the abuse was a negative affect of the Horcrux, do you agree or do you think they are just bad people
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Yeah, I'm familiar with the theory that the Dursleys were affected by the Horcrux in Harry, I don't think that's the case. We don't see anyone else being mean to Harry for no apparent reason. Ron and Hermione spend just as much if not more time around him and they never seem affected by any Horcrux magic.
The Dursleys are just bad people. Bad people I can understand the motivations of, but bad people nonetheless.
The text literally explains to us what Petunia's deal is. She's jealous:
“You knew?” said Harry. “You knew I’m a — a wizard?” “Knew!” shrieked Aunt Petunia suddenly. “Knew! Of course we knew! How could you not be, my dratted sister being what she was? Oh, she got a letter just like that and disappeared off to that — that school — and came home every vacation with her pockets full of frog spawn, turning teacups into rats. I was the only one who saw her for what she was — a freak! But for my mother and father, oh no, it was Lily this and Lily that, they were proud of having a witch in the family!”
(PS, 41)
Vernon is an all-around unpleasant guy who likes it when things are normal. He loves his family in his own way, but he's incredibly intolerant of anything he doesn't consider the epitome of normal.
As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn’t help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn’t bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren’t young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him!
(PS, 6)
Dudley is more complicated, he was a child, with his very shitty parents who were the worst possible rule models for him, you can easily understand why he turned out the way he did. We also see he is capable of growth:
“I don’t think you’re a waste of space.” If Harry had not seen Dudley’s lips move, he might not have believed it. As it was, he stared at Dudley for several seconds before accepting that it must have been his cousin who had spoken for one thing. Dudley had turned red. Harry was embarrassed and astonished himself. “Well . . . er . . . thanks, Dudley.” [...] “But he hasn’t said thank you at all!” said Hestia indignantly. “He only said he didn’t think Harry was a waste of space!” “Yeah, but coming from Dudley that’s like ’I love you,”’ said Harry, torn between annoyance and a desire to laugh as Aunt Petunia continued to clutch at Dudley as if he had just saved Harry from a burning building
(DH, 40)
The fact Dudley’s treatment of Harry changed over the years and he became a better person thanks to knowing Harry proves the Horcrux didn't affect the Dursleys' behavior towards him. After all, if it did, Dudley wouldn't improve like this.
But the main reason I oppose the Horcrux made the Dursleys bad theory, though, is a narrative one.
I mean, shrugging all of the Dursleys' abuse of Harry to magical nonsense cheapens it. It gives them an excuse and basically absolves them. It means Dudley and his parents don't need to change, they're fine, it's just evil magic affecting their brains. It makes Dudley's small turnaround at the end worthless.
And worse than that, in my opinion, is how it makes Harry the cause of his own misery. I think it sends the completely wrong message to say that the abused kid is causing their own abuse by a magical halo that makes people evil to him. Like, that idea in itself is something I find incredibly vile.
Like, child abuse is awful, children in these environments often think there is a reason they are treated that way. That there's something they can do to make their treatment better. To make their guardians like them...
But there isn't. It was never their fault and the treatment isn't fair. There is no justification or reason that makes it okay.
I think giving the Dursleys a justifiable reason to abuse Harry goes against all of that. It cheapens the narrative, excuses Harry's suffering, weakens Dudley's mini-redemption, and it makes me feel super icky.
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AMATERASU | Jujutsu kaisen
Prologue
Summary: This is the story of the sun and moon's child. A, not at all, normal kid that found himself participating in the world of sorcery and under the guidance of the strongest sorcerer. Sort of.
Character: Male OC
Warnings: Mentions of death.
A/n: I ask you to take into account that I lack experience writing in English and there'll be some grammatical mistakes because my native language is Spanish.
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They called him "The sun and moon's love child"
Amaterasu, goddess of sun, and tsukuyomi, god of the Moon.
Born from non-sorcerers parents and during a total eclipse, the town where he was born easily noticed the new addition in the small place. But what made the news spread like wild fire was the baby's appearance.
Born from a brown haired mother and a black haired father, the child appeared with red flaming hair. And the moment he opened his eyes everyones breathe hitched. Gray almost white eyes like milk with a crescent withe moon 🌙 underneath the pupil almost surrounding it. Eyes that seemed to glow even in darkness.
The birth of the child brought great expectations. And the most religious people ironically considered him as the chosen one. The reincarnation of their God. The one they have been expecting for years.
The child became the messiah of the town. The family became rich from all the people coming to seek guidance even from a baby or just the opportunity to see him. And the jujutsu world took notice of the event.
The elders of the jujutsu world kept an eye on the baby for the first two years but lost interest when they realized that the kid was not especial in any way. The people where the only ones that belived so.
At first everyone in the town was delighted with the child. He brought prosperity to the town, wealth and recognition. But not everyone agreed with the idea. Those who didn't like a child basically having everyone trapped around his little finger stared spreading rumors. False rumors of the devil hiding in sheep's clothes.
Little by little, people believed those rumors to be true and the town divided in two. Those who believed in the messiah and those who thought him the to be the devil.
Everything got worse when in one of his walks with his 'servant', the child of 8 years stoped with his veré hands a fast rolling cart from hitting a younger girl in the middle of the road.
Every possibility left of the kid being normal was thrown out the window and the people believing him to be the devil were enraged.
They decided to act before the child could gain any more strength.
In a normal night were the people of the town slept peacefully, the 8 year old child laid wide awake on his futon. He had a bad feeling. Like something was about to happen.
His hunch was proven right the moment his 'servant' (someone he considered a Nani and a better parental figure than either of his parents) came barging in his room with urgency only to halt on the doorway by a katana piercing through her chest from behind.
Moon eyes open wide in horror watched everything and every ditail posible. From the fear in her eyes to the katana moving in slow motion towards him ready to cut his own head off his shoulders.
He doesn't know how but the next thing he knows he's in the middle of a burning old traditional Japanese house. The flames danced fiercely around him but none burned him like they did to all those in the house with the intention to kill him.
The survival of the child scared most of the residents in the town. None of the killers survived. His parents didn't survive. The servants didn't survive. No one but him lived.
Fearing the rage of the powerful child the elders looked for a way to take the childe away from the town and free them from the anomaly.
Looking everywhere they found a contact that assured them they had a way to take the problem from their hands. Unknown to them, the contact was none other than Nanami Kento, a student from jujutsu highschool, and he had just the right thing in mind.
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"Ugh. Why am I here, sensei?" asked a very displaced 17 year old, white haired jujutsu student with his hands behind his head. The Tokyo's school principal and his student paced with calm towards their destiny. "I'm a sorcerer not a babysitter."
Yaga sighed heavily. "It's because I consider you the best one to talk to the kid." And to concentrate in something else than getting depressed, he thought.
Not finding anything that could convince his teacher to let him go Gojo grumbled under his breath about how all of this is a waste of time.
Faster than he would have liked, Gojo found himself walking along the halls of a traditional Japanese house, a big one at that, following a non-sorcerer man.
"Has there been a change in the boy?" Asked Yaga, concentrated in the reason they traveled so far.
"None, sir." Answered the man in a clam voice. "Have you come to a veredict about what happened?" He asked.
Yaga nodded once. Since the town didn't have the resources to find an expert forensic and jujutsu technical college was kind enough to send Nanami and Shoko to investigate. "It seems that one of the servants from the Kimura family may have thought that all the members of the family were dead and blew up the kitchen, starting the fire." He said in a calm tone. "That's as accurate as we can be considering most of it was unrecognizable by the fire."
Gojo rolled his eyes behind his shades. Any decent sorcerer would be able to recognize the signs of cursed energy in that place. And considering the damage, the signature of cursed energy they are approaching and knowing the only survivor, the child's probably a second grade or semi-first grade level. But it's not like they can say.
'Hey, did you know that your good for nothing small town produced a stronge sorcerer child?'
Just like always, they have to hide to cursed world from normal people.
"He is in here." Announced the man nodding to the sliding door in front of him. "He is calm boy not really that energetic, so don't expect much. But he is a good kid."
Gojo was slightly surprised by the honesty behind the man's words. After he heard that the elders of the town wanted to get rid of the child he expected hatred from everyone towards the young sorcerer.
Yaga nodded again before turning to Gojo. "Can you keep the kid some company while I talk with Koshi-San?"
The special-grade sorcerer understood the silent message. Yaga had nothing that should be keep private from him, but the reason he dragged him all the way to the town was to talk to the kid. "Hai hai." He answered nonchalantly.
Yaga stared at him for a moment before turning to Koshi. The man understood the 'need' to look for somewhere to talk alone and guided him to another room.
Finally watching them turn around the corner Gojo, grumbling under his breath, slammed the door open. "Hey kid." Announced his presence with a loud voice.
He already expected the boy to flinch and try to stay away from him. It's already happened before. His height, loud voice and sometimes even his eyes scare people away. But he was surprised by what happened.
In the room there lay an unused futon, the child was sitting in the engawa at the other side of the room, leaving the other sliding door open for everyone entering his room to find him watching the backyard. The child didn't move a single muscle nor did he appear to have notice his presence, but Gojo already suspects that the child knew he was there even before he opened the door.
The next thing that happened left Gojo speechless and with a sense of Deja vu. The kid turned his body slightly to the side and turned his head to see the intruder.
The moment the kid reveled his eyes Gojo was brought back to his own childhood (if he could call it that), the same eyes that used to look back at him trough the mirror were looking at him from the child now in front of him. Those light grey and glowing orbs had such an intensity that Gojo feared for a moment his own cursed eyes wouldn't stop the kid from inspecting his soul.
He was like him.
And yet not.
The kid's cursed energy flowed through his body the same way blood did in his veins. But his six eyes could easily see that by the amount of energy alone the kid was already a first grade sorcerer. The only reason Gojo didn't sense it before was because he was suppressing it. He doubts the child is aware of it, or had any kind of training to learn it, and the fact he is doing it unconsciously speaks of innate talent.
"Is there something I can help you with, sir?" Asked the boy in a soft yet firm voice.
Okay, maybe the child wasn't that much like him. Gojo wasn't respectful with others at his age. (Who is he kidding? He isn't, even now as an already grown up man)
Just like with his domain expansion, Gojo processed all his thoughts in a second and made his decision right then and there. He won't let people do to this child what they did to him.
Gojo took off his shades walking towards the boy before lowering himself to the child's level and looked at him in the eyes.
Glowing blue meet slightly surprised glowing light grey.
"Actually, I'm here to help you." He said with a smile in his face. It wasn't smug nor was it fake. It was completely genuine.
"Help me?" Asked the boy rising a red eyebrow. "How?"
Gojo extended his hand prepared for a hand shake. "If you take my hand I can show you."
Completely confused now, the Kimura boy looked at the withe haired's hand then at the owner's eyes. He didn't sense any kind of hostility or deception from the older.
Maybe he was a little naive to believe the stranger in front of him, but a hunch told him to take the hand. Who knows what could happen. Maybe he'll regret it... or maybe he won't. There's only a way to find out.
The moment the read haired boy took the stranger's hand he end up sealing his fate.
Everyone will know the power of the sun goddess and moon god's child's power.
And they'll either respect him or fear him.
Tell me what you think.
#x male reader#x male!reader#x male oc#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu gojo#gojo satoru#sukuna#yuji itadori#jujutsu sorcerer#fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#jujutsu kaisen x oc#cursed child
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what happened why is there mass genocide of anons???
glad im not anon
wait-
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Well its from the anonverse uh ill explain it all wait
Okay so you know @/a-narcissists-warren right?
Funny thing they have their asks open and answer non question like stuff (basically just talking)
Well my friend started talking to them in anon while also adding an anon sign off so Afonso could recognize em (they used the 💽🎞 emoji combo)
And Afonso always* drew a little doodle when answering them, they even drew the anons and gave them unique designs based off their emojis
When I saw my friend talking to Afonso (who is literally my idol) I ofcourse wanted to do it too so I sent in a few asks (one or two asks really because i was nervous and shy) ALSO using an anon sign off (though i got the short end of the stick because my anon sign off had stuff to do with trees my lil guy was a tree too)
Then new anons started appearing so Afonso started drawing them designs too
People REALLY loved the designs and everything was going jolly
Then Notepad anon made an account for their anonsona
Everyone LOVED the idea and started making accounts too
The anons were interacting with eachother, drawing eachother fanart, blah blah blah everything was so fun and jolly!!
Heres the most recent pic i have of the anons btw
BTW THIS IS DRAWN BY @a-narcissists-warren SORRY FOR THE TAG
BUT there was a certain anon (I've seen a few names used for them like funny, odd, creepy but most common was silly anon so ill just call em that) silly anon had an account way before they started sending asks to Afonso
I wasnt there to see it myself but from what ive heard Silly Anon is canonically a child, back when the account first started people sent "asks" to silly anon just brutally murdering them woth gory descriptions that i wont be talking about now, this of course affected the child a lot and the kid grew up to be extremely violent (they were canonically 7 years old when they started sending asks to Afonso i believe) they also closed their own ask box because they were scared of getting hurt again
Silly anon would brutally kill people if not given enough candy (they of course loved candy bc theyre a literal child) so there was a full on massacre that happened because silly hadnt eaten enough candy to calm down
I believe it was here when we learned of a power Afonso had, they could draw in the air with their finger and anything they drew became real! But if they drew too much theyd experience a burn out where their hand was literally burnt and they couldnt draw properly
So Afonso started drawing candy for silly anon and when they couldnt draw because of a burn out they went and bought some for them
Afonso also tried to treat silly well and made them feel welcome (acting like a parental figure in my opinion)
So silly started trusting Afonso
Afonso drew all the dead people back to life and everything was alright again
Timeskip to when sillys canonical birthday came, they were turning 8 years old, they made a post about it and tagged every anon, everyone gave silly candy and sweets!! It was going so well until ONE ANONYMOUS ASSHOLE stabbed silly anon, silly healed quickly but was enraged, seeing red even, the ask box closed back up and silly went on another rampage literally killing EVERY ANON THERE IS and they were killing these anons using methods people ued on them, making the anons live trough sillys trauma
Okay so every anon was dead, Afonso was outside while all this was happening so when they came back they were horrified, every anon was dead and silly was so mad they even wanted to kill Afonso but Afonso started crying about how they couldnt make silly feel better, become a better person and theyve done all that they could
Silly dropped their weapon and hugged Afonso falling asleep on their shoulder because they were exhausted from all that killing, they breathed out a white gas from their mouth recovering every anon thats body was still intact and not turned into a pile of gore
Afonso drew all the other people back to life so now every anon is back EXCEPT ONE, 💽🎞 anon (who we like to call dvd anon), dvd anon was underground when they got killed so they cant be recovered right now
But every other anon is back
Thats where the story is at right now
Ryu note: if dvd doesnt come back i will cry /halfjoking
#anonverse explained#i explained very poorly but uh i did the best i coul#I only explained the very important stuff that were needed in order to understand the plot
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Blind Loyalty Pt 1 Ominis Gaunt x Reader
Whispers in The Halls
Summary: Its the first day back at Hogwarts and everyone is talking about the new student in Slytherin. Y/n and Ominis have their first encounter with the fifth year and it already causes some mistrust to stir up.
Word Count: 1352
Warnings: None yet. This is about Professor Black's niece and follows the HL timeline.
A/n: I think this is terrible so we'll see if it gets a second part. Also!! This is not proof read so if you see mistakes lmk. Thank you.
You sat in between Ominis and Imelda, Sebastian on her other side. You weren't quite sure why you were all still sat in the Great Hall. But when you looked up at the professors, Professor Black was strictly talking to Professor Weasley.
"What on earth are we still doing here?" Ominis complains.
"I haven't a clue. Black seems to be upset with Professor Weasley though." You say absentmindedly, trying to think of what could have enraged your uncle this much.
"Maybe he found a troll in the dungeons." Sebastian jests from across the table.
"Seriously? I have flying first thing in the morning. I need to polish my broom!" Imelda complained.
"Please Imelda. Everyone knows you're the best flyer at school." You say with the intent to get her to stop complaining.
Just as she was about to complain further all four of you whipped your heads to the entrance to the Great Hall.
Professor Black walks back toward the Sorting Hat with an older student trailing behind him. They seem disheveled and breathing hard, either from the nerves or the stairs you cant tell.
Ominis picks up on the chatter, "What? What is it?"
"Some new student, Min. But they look like our age. I hope they don't get sorted in our house. They look like trouble." You glance at Ominis, who nods but faces forward again. Something he does when he's trying to use his other sense better.
"Don't say that (Y/n). A new student could be a fun distraction from Anne." Sebastian says, not even looking at you and Ominis, who is also annoyed by his remark about his sick sister.
"Nobody can replace Anne." Ominis says, venom dripping in his tone.
"I'm not saying they will, I'm saying maybe it'd be good for us to find trouble elsewhere." Sebastian defends.
"Can you three put a sock in it? I'm trying to hear!" Imelda interrupts before you could give your input on the whole situation.
"Slytherin!"
"Oh bloody hell!" You curse under your breath.
"Language!" Ominis smacks your sleeve and you give a surprised yelp.
"Awe look at that the two lovebirds are fighting like their already married."
This comment elicited a glare from both you and Ominis. Both of you being from two vary powerful pureblood families and in the same house, its no surprise you ended up as friends. Your uncle, Phineas Black was headmaster at Hogwarts. As for Ominis, well his father was a direct descendant of Slytherin, weather Ominis wanted to accept that or not.
Ominis and you met first year. He was there for you when your mother went off the rails after your father died and married a muggle. After that you started to live with your uncle and his wife and their three sons. You and Sebastian were around for the falling out Ominis had with his parents. The three of you were always there for each other. This time though, with Sebastian going through his own family crisis, he doesn't seem to be even acknowledging that this is the first year ever that the group is a member short.
You seethed at him, "We're not together."
After Professor Black announce no Quidditch this year, you knew that the walk back to the common room would be filled with grumbling from both Sebastian and Imelda.
"He dared to cancel Quidditch this year? What am I going to do!" Imelda started, the second you four left the Great Hall.
"Maybe you can race people. That way I can still watch people fall off their brooms!" Sebastian suggest.
Both you and Ominis took slow steps away from them.
"I cant believe that new kid was sorted with us. I don't know how to explain it Ominis but I have a bad feeling about them." "Oh please (Y/n). You mustn't be so pessimistic. I'm sure their a great person."
"You see the irony in you calling me a pessimist right?" You giggle.
He rolls his eyes, thinking of something snarky to say but you quickly grab his shoulder to stop him.
"I'm tired Ominis. Good night. Make sure Seb doesn't get expelled on the first day."
"This is far from over Black!" He shouts as you descend the stairs to your dorm.
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In the morning you sit on the floor next to Ominis, who leans against the wall next to the windows under the Black Lake. He has been teasing the first years all morning.
"If you look hard enough you can see a mermaid in the Black Lake." He told two siblings, who were particularly drawn to the window this morning.
"Ominis-" You start to scold him but the new fifth year interrupts you.
Ominis stands to address the new student, but you simply shift further into the wall, wanting nothing to do with this conversation.
"Ah based on all the chatter going around the common room, I'm guessing you must be the new fifth year. I'm Ominis. Ominis Gaunt. And this little ray of Sunshine is (Y/n) Black." Ominis points to you on the floor and you scoff so he can hear your displeasure.
"Nice to meet you Ominis." They greet.
"Well you certainly had a memorable arrival." He teased.
The rumors about the dragon attack speak like wild fire in the 12 hours before this conversation. You were the one to have told Ominis, since you actually bunk with the new fifth year.
"Well if I'm going to make my mark here, I had to start right away." They brag. You just roll your eyes.
Ominis gives a surprised laugh, "You are defiantly in the right house. Do let me know if there is anything I can do to help you navigate your first days here, though I doubt you'll have any trouble."
"Did you expect to be put into Slytherin?" They question.
"What is this? An interview of anyone whos remotely famous around here?" You mutter under your breath. Just loud enough for him to hear you.
Ominis gives a nervous laugh, trying to be more polite then you, "Of course. My family on my fathers side are direct descendants of Salthazar Slytherin himself. Not something I am especially proud of mind you. " He pauses, and turns his head towards you. "As for (Y/n), well they too have a lasting relationship with the house. But both of our families are obsessed with blood status so it's a topic we both try to avoid."
The student looks at you on the floor. You continue to wear a blank expression and look from the window to Ominis then back out the window, bored.
"Yes well urm- did that boy say he heard a mermaid?" They point out the window.
"Oh yes. But I've never heard of a mermaid showing up outside our common room window."
The two first years grumble in disappointment before heading off to their first class.
"Him and Seb like to tease the first years." You butt in, earning you a foot to your knee for interrupting him.
"It is fun to play along though. Know to keep some first years on the look out for hours."
"Thank you Ominis. it was night to meet the pair of you." The fifth year walk off to Sebastian.
Ominis leans back against the wall. "Okay I see what you mean."
"Yeah." You scoff. "They practically jumped at the opportunity to ask you about your house. Why did you have to tell them about out lineage? We both agreed not to bring it up unless we have to."
"I wanted them to know that we have connections, in case they start to get the wrong idea."
You stand up from your spot, facing him head on, even if he is nearly a foot taller then you now, "And if your new best friend starts asking about the Chamber or the locket?"
"They won't." Ominis says confidently.
"And if Sebastian tells them?" You gauge his reaction. The shock at the idea of it being Sebastian who tells people about what Ominis might know about Hogwarts shows on his now paler face.
"I- he wouldn't. He has been my best friend longer than you have. He would not go behind my back like that." He shutters at the idea.
"If you say so Min. I'm going to breaky. You do what you must." And with that you walk away to go meet Poppy and Natty in the Great Hall.
#ominis gaunt x reader#ominis x you#hogwarts legacy ominis#ominis gaunt#hogwarts legacy#harry potter#sebastian sallow x reader#sebastian sallow#anne sallow#imelda reyes#poppy sweeting#natty onai
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hi there !! thank u sm for answering my ask about the whereabouts of the scouts hq! i guess it's open to speculation of the location prior to the fall of wall maria ( or as i'd liked to call it "free real estate" lol ). anyways, i have another question for you if you don't mind! i love your analysis on levi and how emotionally intelligent he is and how he's in-tune with his emotions. i was wondering, do you think levi is the type to outwardly grieve at all? perhaps in privacy of his own quarters? we seem some subtle moments like when og levi squad dies as an example and we never see him fully cry until the finale. aside those small, yet very impactful moments, do you think he shows his grief in a more expressive way? if so, how do you envision it?
personally, i dont depict levi to be the type to showcase anger through his grief ( i guess unless zeke is involved lol ), but i feel like some days would be extremely difficult for him as he carries around the weight of his dead comrades and friends, especially at night when he's alone. i don't think he cries often, most likely due to growing up in the underground and kenny's "parental teachings", but as i said, i believe there are rare days where it's just too much, ya know?
regardless of my opinions, i would like to hear your thoughts and viewpoint on this !! thank you <3
Hi there!
Thank you for the ask, and I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help with your first! But this one hopefully I can give a better answer, haha.
We do have one, clear instant of seeing Levi express his grief outwardly, of course, and that's when Furlan and Isabel died. And Levi very much did express his grief through anger then. I would even say Levi was enraged, which we never really saw from him again. Even when Zeke forced Levi to kill so many of his own comrades, after turning them into titans, Levi's anger afterward was very controlled and measured, though still apparent. Maybe the closest we see to Levi becoming angry before then is the first time he takes Zeke down, in Shinganshina, after he cuts him out of his titan. But nothing really comes close to the outpouring of intense despair we see from him with Furlan and Isabel.
That probably has something to do with the fact that they were his family. I always say Furlan and Isabel were probably the two people who were closest to Levi in his life. The only two people who understood where he'd come from, because they came from there too. And also because they were the first, two people he really lost to the titan threat. He'd only seen one other person eaten by a titan before then. A soldier whom Levi likely had no relationship with at all. We have to remember, when Levi first joined the SC, he, Furlan and Isabel were outcasts. Nobody liked them, and nobody really talked to them or treated them kindly, outside of Erwin and Hange. The others he saw killed by titans, he only saw the aftermath of. But with Furlan and Isabel, he actually saw them directly eaten, right in front of him, and for all his great strength, he was powerless to stop it from happening.
For all the criticisms I often see lobbed at the anime adaptation of "No Regrets", I won't ever forget the raw emotion we hear in Levi's voice when he kills the titan that killed him family. We never hear Levi like that again. So enraged he sounds like he's on the verge of sobs. That was Levi losing the only two people he had in his life. His chosen family. His two first and best friends. That was Levi losing his whole world. His rage at Erwin afterward was also a manifestation of that pain. He was overcome by his grief in that moment.
I think, after that, Levi was able to form other connections, and other bonds. Especially with Hange and Erwin, and of course his own squad. And I think he felt the pain of their loss just as keenly as he did Isabel and Furlan. But by then, in order to keep moving forward himself, in order to keep fighting, Levi needed to learn to control that grief and keep it locked away. To not let it consume him or distract him. It's never been that Levi doesn't feel every loss with deep, genuine emotion, or that he's unaffected, or removed from the feeling of loss. He's always been, I think, more deeply impacted by the loss of life than anyone. He just learned to control that feeling, and more for the sake of others than for himself. He wants to stay strong so that he can do his job of protecting and fighting for others. He doesn't allow himself to wallow in his grief because he thinks it might compromise his duty to others. And that's Levi's selflessness again.
I'm certain there's been many, MANY moments in which Levi felt an overwhelming despair. I just spoke about this, in my post about how Levi more often looks sad to me than stoic. I think, when he's at rest especially, we see Levi's grief manifest on his face and in his body language. When there's nothing for him to channel his grief and despair into, it shows plainly on him. So I wouldn't be surprised if, when he had moments alone, he did give into it, if only a little. Levi doesn't strike me as much of a crier. I have a hard time picturing him really openly sobbing, for example. But he is capable of tears, and he may indeed have shed tears in private moments, when he felt sure it wouldn't negatively impact anyone around him.
There's of course something deeply tragic in that. In Levi feeling the NEED to hide his grief. To not let it show for fear of it somehow affecting others. That he feels his grief is less important than his duty toward protecting others. That he shouldn't be allowed to indulge in it. And we know this is an attitude with Levi only holds for himself. Because he never scolds anyone else for giving in to THEIR grief, and in fact does the opposite, providing them with what comfort and reassurance he can. The first time we meet Levi, he's comforting a dying soldier who's crying, wondering if he'd done his duty, holding his hand and telling him that he's done more than enough. Or with the soldier who lead the titans to them after the disaster with the Female Titan. Instead of scolding that soldier for allowing his grief to endanger the entire unit, Levi gave him Petra's patch, and told him it was his friends, just to comfort him. Or when Eren begins crying when they're all trapped in the cavern underneath Rod Reiss' estate, and while everyone else is yelling at him, telling him to man up, Levi doesn't yell at him at all, despite the peril they're all in. He instead tells Eren he's sorry to have to ask for his help again, and after Eren is able to save them, he's the only one to thank Eren and express his gratitude by telling him that it's thanks to his efforts that they'll be able to retake Wall Maria again. Or when he tells Erwin thank you, after Erwin confesses to his own grief and guilt. Instead of scolding Erwin for showing weakness in the face of catastrophe, he tells Erwin that it's thanks to him that the SC was able to get as far as it had. He tells Erwin he's been a great leader.
Even while Levi denies himself the comfort of his own grief, he never denies it to anyone else. And once again, that's Levi's selflessness manifesting. And it's heartbreaking to realize, because again, I think Levi probably feels things more deeply than anyone. I think he's more hurt by the loss of his comrades than anyone. But he won't allow himself to really process that hurt, or find any solace by giving in to his grief.
#Levi Ackerman#attack on titan#shingkei no kyojin#Furlan Church#Isabel Magnolia#Erwin Smith#Hange Zoe#levi squad
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I can’t BELIEVE for the nights and days of life is over, I was starting to think that novel would last forever.
I hope you all are ready for the fact that it’s not over here on my blog, as my 5-5 ass is not done with it yet. In that respect, here are the chapter ten notes. No spoilers in the comments for me and any people who haven’t read yet, or are for some godforsaken reason, reading along with me.
And @mochalottie u are a queen and my favorite, I’m so sorry for taking so so long to read your work and being so bad at responding to your dms, I’m at the stage in adulting where every text from anyone seems like a monumental task lol. I’m trying to manage time better and respond better. It doesn’t help that I work in a high school so it blocks tumblr!!
Onto the for the nights and days of life chapter 10 notes! Happy Halloween all!
-The way I feel like my own children are growing up too fast when I hear that Spider and Neteyam aren’t sitting with Mo’at in the infirmary much anymore.
-Ur fighting my Jake and Mo’at spend an insane amount of time gossiping headcanon. Ur simply spitting on it. Just think about it, just pICTURE it. Mo’at’s grinding up a paste and Jake sneaks in like “…Have your heard about what happened with Moe and Ninat?” and Mo’at goes “JAKE SULI I would never talk behind someone’s back. Tell me everything.”
-Hey, Neytiri being like unable to acknowledge Paz as Spider’s mom? Banger. It really gets to me. She’s like well fuck off that’s my kid all while doubting herself. But Mo’at's right baby Spider was Neytiri’s number one fan from day one, he was literally always a momma’s boy.
-Also because you mentioned the kids taking an afternoon nap, I wanted to take a moment to just highlight how hellish that year or so where Neteyam, Kiri, and Spider were done with naps and Lo’ak still needed them was. You know his ass threw the bIGGEST tantrum every time it was time for a nap and everyone else was still playing. He was enRAGED because no one has fomo like Lo’ak. The kid was feral, crying overtired tears simply insisting that he is absolutely not tired and does nOT NEED A NAP.
-Spider being in the sleeping pile is one of the things that makes my heart grow three sizes every time I read about it. But you made it 20 times worse by adding in that by himself he spreads out for safety but he feels safe in the pile, like I’ll kill myself.
-I literally can prove Spider always asks for banana fruit and I’m starting to become convinced it’s the only fruit he knows.
-Lol Norm and Max sitting on Earth absolutley fIGHTING over who has to tell Jake things are going BadTM.
-Lol I just literally kNEW that Neteyam wanted to make Spider a present, and yet instead his gift to him was even more of a complex.
-YOU CANNOT TEASE TARSEM LOVE STORY TO ME. ALSO I’M NOW ASSUMING HE’S GAY THAT SCENE READ GAY.
-This is what both Jake and I thought of when Neytiri told him to keep his secrets:
SHE QUOTED THAT MOVIE ALMOST BAR FOR BAR MAN, IF I WAS JAKE THAT WOULD’VE SENT MEEEE. When I was younger I used to have to share a bed with my cousin on family vacations, and I’m telling you bitch is possessed. She sleep walks and sleep talks, and sleep assaults me in my sleep. But one time she fucking quoted The Princess Bride and the next morning when I told her I loved that movie, she told me she’s never seen it. I have never felt more fear for my life. Picture Jake struggling to explain the plot of Lord of the Rings, his ass has seen it, his twin was a nerd.
-Jake as soon as his child needs comfort: Oh fuck, I’M the only one here!
-Spider, like 7: I won’t be able to mate dad. Jake: I have to go. I’m not ready for this.
-HUMANS ARE BACK, time for things to get a little fucking sad. I know I’m ALMOST twenty chapters behind and you guys are already in it, but I’m just getting started baybeeee.
-Also I love Spider calling his parents Ma and Da, your Irishness has crept in.
#the spookiest thing of all is me posting notes#miles spider socorro#spider socorro#spider sully#neteyam sully#mo'at sully#jake sully#neytiri sully#paz socorro#kiri sully#lo'ak sully#norm spellman#max patel#tarsem#fic recs#melissa does notes#melissa og#melissa on avatar (cameron)#fanfiction
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MY CHARMED ONE [6]
Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader
Warnings: coarse language, implied violence. Angry, protective Capri, angst/fluff
In which Capri’s and reader’s relationship start rumours around the school.
“Capri, just- ignore them.”
“I’m doing that but it’s not working.” Capri scoffed, rolling her eyes annoyedly. “You know what? I’m just gonna shut them up-”
“No. I don’t want to deal with that right now…all of them happily yapping away even after you tell them to stop? That’s definitely going to happen.”
“Baby, they’re saying shit about me, about you, about us. I’m not going to just let them run their bloody mouths. A week’s enough fun for them- it’s time to show them who’s the boss.”
You chuckled at the end, “Okay. Have at it.”
“Alright! Everyone, I’m just gonna say this once- leave mine and my girlfriend’s name out of your mouths. None of what we do, what we wear, what we eat concern your pathetic little mind that have nothing better to do. Get on with your fucking lives and do something productive because it is astounding how much you ‘care’ about people who don’t even know you. If you have nothing nice to say, just don’t even say anything.”
“Donahue- my office.” A deep voice causes her to turn on her heel, “y/n, you too.” Unwillingly, Capri follows the instruction of the discipline master, with you close behind.
“So, both your teachers have reported the behaviour of your fellow classmates to me. And, I would like to clarify it with the two of you.”
“Clarify?” Capri raised a brow at the guy, “Mr. Pierce- of course they’ve been making things difficult for us. On Monday someone slipped an absolutely disgusting note into her locker.”
“Our school has a zero-tolerance of bullying.”
“You say that and yet here we are.” You nearly scoffed.
“Ladies, I’m very sorry for what is happening. And we will definitely be taking action against those students mentioned by your teachers. But in the meantime, report any other instances to me. Do not retaliate and make yourselves the ones in trouble.”
“We are in trouble. The whispering, the DMs, the comments- so much of it is homophobic.” Capri pointed out.
“I understand your frustration-”
“I’m afraid you don’t.” Capri snapped.
“Ms. Donahue, if it helps at all- I have a boyfriend. I’m bisexual. So I believe I understand how you two are feeling to a certain extend.” The teacher revealed patiently.
“Oh.” You and Capri responded in unison.
“As I was saying, the school typically already has the option for students to do schoolwork from home. So, I would recommend you two do that. But we do need a parent signature each.” He pulls out two sets of forms from a file and handed it to you and Capri.
“Alright, Thanks.” You said as you took the stack of papers.
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The rest of your classes were okay- people whispered but before you left class, you told them to shut up and mind their business. “Leave me out of your conversations. I don’t even know who the hell you are. I’ve never seen you before.”
Seeing that you spoke up for yourself, they kept quiet from then on. But as you walked down the hall to your final class of the day, you saw a senior standing in your way as though he was waiting for you. “Where ya going, y/n?” He asks.
“To class.” You rolled your eyes, “Got a problem?”
“Yeah, I do.” He tilted his head, walking over to you as he cracked his knuckles. You started running, but he still caught up to you and pulled you back by the handle of your backpack.
“You got me in trouble, you ugly butch.” He growled, face so close to yours- you felt disgusted. By that and enraged at the fact that he called you a butch- that wasn’t you at all.
You stared at him, “Let me go.”
“I will not.” He glared back at you. The warning bell for students to get to their final class rings.
“Fuck off. I don’t care whatever the hell you want from me, I’m not scared of you.” Your anger was boiling, but you also felt a bit of anxiety. And fear- that he was gonna punch you and break your jaw.
“Shane! Get your hands off my girl.” Capri’s voice rang through the halls. Some students were watching- some took pictures, others took videos. So much for Capri’s warning. Shane flew off from you before she even appeared.
Oh, shit.
“y/n, get away.” Capri exclaimed.
“Capri, stop it.” You tried to pull her away. “Capri- stop. It’s not worth it.”
“Fuck you for laying your hands on a girl. Some guy you are.” Capri shoved him into a locker, took you by the hand and left the school.
“I still have one class, Capri.” You told her.
“We’re ditching.” She told you.
“No.”
“y/n.” She stops in her tracks, “We’re not staying and subjecting ourselves to their bullshit.”
“Fine.” You sniffled, walking away.
“Wait.” She sighs, “y/n…”
Capri caught up to you and led you to her car- it’s not like you were actively running away from her. You were just walking ahead of her.
Before she drives off, she took a good look at you. “What the fuck? He choked you?”
You looked away. “y/n- look at me. Who did that?”
“Fucking Shane- who else?” You snapped, biting back your tears.
She kept quiet after that, not wanting to push you. Capri did, however, stop at a drive-through to get lunch before you both returned to her place. “Mom. Why are you home so early?”
“The school called me. You left school.”
“Because y/n got choked by a senior and was almost punched. I couldn’t stay on and just subject ourselves to more of that shit.”
“What?!”
“Look- the school gave us these forms for you to sign and then we can do schoolwork at home.”
“Yeah, I’ll sign them.” Her Mom asks for it.
“You can’t sign mine-”
“y/n, leave it to me- your Dad works near where I work. I’ll drop by and after he signs your form, I’ll hand them back to the school.”
“Okay.” You nodded, “Thank you.”
“Before I leave- do either of you need medical attention?” Capri’s mom looked up from the form.
“We’re okay.” Capri answered, “We’ll just be in my room.”
“Alright.”
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“Can I borrow a change of clothes?” You ask while following Capri into her room.
“Of course- whatever you want.” She shuts the door. Capri leads you by the hand to her closet to pick out a change of clothes. During which, you were still desperately trying not to burst into tears because you simply have had enough of crying these days. You eventually picked out a set and she also grabs you a towel. “I’ll go run you a bath, alright?” She cups your cheek, “Come on.” You didn’t want to sit on her bed with your school clothes so you just followed her into her ensuite bathroom.
Once the tub was filled, you stripped off your clothes and she helped you get in. “Will you stay with me?”
“You don’t even have to ask, my love.” She sat down on the floor with you, resting her folded arms on the edge of the tub and her forehead on them.
You leaned back, closing your eyes as you soaked in the warm water. “Is it okay if I join you in there, baby?” She asks- she needed to freshen up too, anyway. You nodded, “Yeah.”
“All this is just temporary, babe. Just bumps in the road. We’ll be just fine.”
“I just want them to mind their own business. I don’t even care about what they’re saying. But why do they find the need to lay their hands on people?”
Capri asked you to scooch forward, so you did and she ended up sitting behind you. She even lit a candle. “That we’ll never understand, but we have each other, and that’s the most important thing.”
“I love you, Capri.”
“I love you too, my darling.” She presses a kiss to the crook of your neck, her arm wrapped around you. “I love you so much. You don’t ever have to worry about anyone wanting to hurt you, because I’ll hurt them a thousand times more.”
You sniffled, “You really are a gift from heaven.”
“That’s sweet, baby. But I’m just doing what’s right for us.” She traces random shapes on your forearm.
“You really are. My Mom made sure of it.”
“I know, baby. That’s why we’ll be alright. All the more we would be.”
#auli’i cravalho#capri donahue#darby and the dead#reader insert#x reader#female reader#wlw fluff#wlw#wlw fanfic#lgbtqia#queer#romance
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Crazy in love isn't always healthy love
So, this little idea is mine. Have had it in my head for a while now, I have hoped to write it at some point and now the time has come for you all to read it.
Please enjoy!
Denki Kaminari never thought he would fall in love with someone until he was a pro hero… until his eyes landed on Katsuki Bakugo. An alpha that was smoking hot and that everyone wanted to be with. He sometimes daydreams of them married and being happy but for some reason Katsuki hasn’t asked him out yet, he thought it had been because he wanted things to be perfect for them so he waited and left him some hints for his confession. He tried asking help from the Bakusquad but they always refuse and tell him to give up on Katsuki… making him even more determined to be with him then ever before by working hard to get his attention, getting some alone time with him and trying to give him courting gifts.
This of course resulted in Denki… failing his classes due to him not paying attention in class or turning in his homework… making it possible that he will be expelled…
Once it was discovered the source of his distraction… he was told to leave Bakugo alone so he could focus on school. He was also told that if he didn’t listen, they would have no choice but to expel him from UA… even worst of it all is the fact Denki discovered that Katsuki was trying to switch classes so he didn’t have to see him often. Denki thought it was unfair as he was enraged on the inside… so in order for none of those things happen he “promised” to change and focus in class while leaving Katsuki alone. But it wasn’t enough for them so they decided to instead have Denki transferred to another class while also keeping an eye on him, Denki begged them not to do this and how he “promised” to change already… he turned to his parents for help but they kept quiet and didn’t look at him… causing him to see that no one cared about him.
But the truth was that his parents had their hands tied… see Mitsuki Bakugo had gone to see them with a lawsuit… she threatened to sue them if they don’t allow Denki to be punished for harassing her son…
Denki refused for this to happen “I love Katsuki! You can’t keep us apart just because of that! It’s not fair!” he screamed at them… and that’s when Mina snapped “Grow up Denki! We have tried to tell you over and over again to leave us alone and how Katsuki is already dating someone but you only want to hear what you want!” she shouted which caused Denki to look at her in shock.
Denki couldn’t believe it “Your kidding right Mina? Were all friends and the Bakusquad! And it’s a joke that Katsuki is dating someone right?” he asked but everyone was quiet “We never asked you to join our pack… you just started claiming to be part of it to anyone who would listen… and I have been with my omega for three years now” Katsuki explained making Denki look at him in horror.
He then lost it… he started screaming that he was making a mistake, how they should be dating as his parents are pro heroes’ while his are fashion designers. He claimed this omega he was dating isn’t going to help him in anyways that he could and that once he realized it… he would come crawling back to him begging for them to date. Security had to take him away as he screams.
His parents watched him in horror as he was dragged away… they apologized to everyone for the incident and promised to get him the help he needs to get better from all of this. Once they left, Nezu apologizes for not stopping this sooner. He then offers him two weeks out of school to relax from all of this “Sure I’ll take it… I’ll be able to go see Jasmine” he explained making Nezu nod “Allow me to pay for the flight though” he offered but Katsuki declined “My parents already bought me and my pack tickets to go see her… I’ll just have them change them to an earlier flight” he explained.
This surprised his pack “Alright then… I’ll be extending the two weeks to your pack too” Nezu said which made the pack happy and excited to go see Jasmine. They leave Nezu’s office to go back to there dorm to pack their things for a two-week trip to Canada to see Jasmine “I can’t wait to see her again. Jasmine worked so hard to learn Japanese to talk to us and I wonder if she got any better since last, we spoke to her” Kyoka said making them nod “I’m excited to listen to the new albums she got! She said she got some new ones and I can’t wait to hear them” Hanta said with a smile as they finished up packing what they needed “I’m just excited to play with her hair! It’s soft and long and she let’s me style it all the time!” Mina cheered making them smile towards her as Katsuki got a text from his sire about their flight.
Denki couldn’t accept this at all… instead of transferring him to another class… his parents pulled him out of UA so they could place him in a mental facility because he was “sick” and needed “medical help” in their opinion… if anything they were the ones who should be here! Nothing was wrong with him! He knew he is in love with Katsuki but no one cares about his feelings at all! The worst part is he needs to talk to his doctor and therapist and also take his medication… but because he does none of those and only talks about Katsuki… he gets punished. No phone calls, no visitors and sometimes no food… this was the worst pain in his opinion… since it wasn’t fair that they would treat him like this simply because he was in love with someone.
Meanwhile… the Bakusquad arrived in Canada safely. They were so excited to be here and were really happy to find Jasmine waiting for them with a sign with the words ‘Bakusquad’ in Japanese “Hi guys! Ready to get going?” she asked in Japanese making them agree. She brought them to the vehicle and they drove off to her home, during the drive she noticed how the pack fell asleep making her giggle towards them while kissing her alpha’s forehead.
When they arrived, she got to work on grabbing their things to bring them inside while they slowly woke up in the van, once they realized they arrived, they slowly got out and took over grabbing their things and putting them in their rooms. Mina and Kyoka shared a room while Eijiro and Hanta shared a room… this left Katsuki to sleep in Jasmine’s room with her there since they are dating… as long as they were careful and took precautions which made Jasmine turn bright red at that.
There two-week trip in Canada was amazing! Jasmine showed them so much while having them enjoy foods she grew up enjoying. She also had them check out stores that they wouldn’t find in Japan which made them so happy to buy things from those stores to bring back home. At one point, the Bakusquad left Katsuki and Jasmine alone to have a date together… they of course cooed at them when they came back with Katsuki carrying Jasmine on his back since she fell asleep at one point of there way back home.
They had a great time… but soon it was time to go back to Japan to get back to there classes, they were sad since they were having so much fun “We can still talk, plus there are multiplayer games we can play together… and it’s not like I can’t come see you guys or you guys can’t visit again” Jasmine explained making them all very happy at her words. They said their goodbyes and after giving Katsuki a moment with his omega… they flew back home to get back to UA.
Once home, the Bakusquad got to work in class and studied hard. Sometimes one or two of them would contact Jasmine to talk for a moment but after that they got back to work… Katsuki of course contacted her the most as he is dating her after all. Time went by and soon the Bakusquad graduated UA and are now able to go out to work as pro heroes!
They were so happy but were surprised to find Jasmine there in Japan, Mitsuki came over and revealed that she bought Jasmine a plane ticket to come see them graduate… and to spend a week with them before she needs to go back to Canada for school. They spent so much time together during that week that Jasmine was happy for all the good memories they had made together. Once she left, the Bakusquad worked very hard to make names for themselves… especially so Jasmine knew what they were doing in the end.
Katsuki though… he worked really hard. He wanted Jasmine to move to Japan so they could be together… or so he could move to Canada if she preferred staying there. He wanted enough money and a name for himself so if he had to transfer to an agency in Canada… they would know who he was back in Japan.
Overtime Jasmine had finished school and Katsuki bought her a ticket to Japan… since she was working to pack her things to start sending them over to him as she wanted to live in Japan “I don’t want to stay somewhere I know everything about… I want to discover your home while you work to become number one” she had told him. This resulted in her moving into his apartment… at least until he could afford something bigger that is. After that they continued on with there lives while working together, they went on dates and were happy together.
And then… Denki Kaminari returned…
He was very angry but had to hide it from his parents or he would be sent back. He had to go to college since being a pro hero was no longer an option… but now he had a job and was close to being happy since he couldn’t see his Katsuki’s accounts on his real account… Katsuki had blocked him when he was in Canada which he didn’t know about. Same for the Bakusquad who didn’t want to take any chances, the second he could he cut his parents off and blocked them in every way he could think of.
One day as he worked, he received an email that made him very happy… UA was having a class reunion and he had gotten an invitation. He knew that this was his chance to see Katsuki again and get back with him… but before that he needed to be perfect for his alpha. He made appointments for his hair, nails, face care and then rented out the perfect outfit for the reunion that he knew would make Katsuki want him even more.
When he get’s there, Denki sees familiar faces and begins to greet them… he didn’t care to notice how uncomfortable everyone was to seeing him at the reunion… or of the fact that they were lying to his face to get away from him. He checks the time after leaving the bathroom only to look up as the Bakusquad that abandoned him arrived, he so badly wanted to scream and attack them but he controlled himself and simply walks over as he knew Katsuki would be with them… only for him to notice he didn’t arrive with them. He goes over to talk but they avoid him and walk away from him while talking to one another or to a friend… he got upset but decided that they weren’t worth it and to focus on when Katsuki arrives… but then fifteen minutes pass and he still didn’t show up.
He was getting tired of waiting and simply decided that he didn’t want to come or he had an early shift in the morning and so he left the reunion. He had just grabbed his things when he realized he left his lip gloss in the bathroom… he went to get it and after grabbing it he saw… Katsuki with some other omega.
He was livid that Katsuki would pick this omega over him, but that wasn’t the worst part… it was the fact she had a small baby bump forming and he decided that he had to get rid of her somehow… and then a plan began to form in his mind. He was certain that it would work in the end, he left the area and returned home to get started on his plan to get that omega out of his precious Katsuki’s life for good.
It took him a few weeks to set everything up but it was so worth it for the end results. He had created a fake account to follow Jasmine, the one he uses to check on his Katsuki and the Bakusquad was only to watch and not say anything or he could get blocked… but this account was fake and meant to reach out to Jasmine and then destroy her.
After making sure everything looked good… he went and followed Jasmine’s Instagram, then he waits for her to post something so he can start liking and commenting her posts… this was his plan. After a while he will start pointing things out about her posts to see how she reacts and then after doing it long enough he will message her to talk like a good friend would… when really, he’s going to make her overthink things.
But then… three days go by and Jasmine didn’t post a thing for some weird reason. From what he could tell in her previous posts… Jasmine posts something every day, but he didn’t think much of it and decided to look through her posts to like and comment on some for a while. But then a week goes by and still nothing… but instead of wondering what was wrong he goes to focus on his job.
It was during one of his lunch breaks that Jasmine at long last posted something… the post was of her feet and the views of a dog park, near her was a Great Dane that had the name tag King. In the description it said she took King out for a walk but he decided to play in the dog park without Katsuki.
Denki was disgusted. A Great Dane!? Katsuki got that thing!? If he had been with Katsuki, they would have gotten a Shiba Inu as they were gorgeous to look at. He was about to say something rude but stopped himself, took a second to breathe and then liked the post and commented about how gorgeous King looked… while in his head he planned on getting rid of that mutt as soon as he could.
After that he went back to his own thing while waiting for Jasmine’s next post, but then… nothing was posted and that pissed Denki off since she was ruining his entire plan to make her leave his Katsuki by not posting like usual which didn’t make any sense to him “You being lazy or something? Maybe ordering my alpha around like he’s your second dog or something!?” he mumbled to himself while looking at her profile picture.
“Are you sure I should wait? I haven’t posted anything for days since the last post and that one was taken two days after the reunion happened” Jasmine asked while looking at Katsuki, King had his head on her lap while Katsuki sat next to her “Yes. By waiting were getting him to make a wrong move to show that this is his fake profile… we need him to act and then he will be gone for good” Katsuki explained making Jasmine sigh but nod to his words… while she didn’t like the plan as it was messing with her usual routine, she still wanted to help her alpha to get rid of the omega who was obsessed with him for some reason. No one in the Bakusquad would tell her what happened exactly but she could tell it was really bad.
Denki then decided that he was done waiting… he went to private message Jasmine. He decided to use the fact she wasn’t posting as often as usual and asked if she was alright… this was in hopes of her responding and giving him something to pick at. He read over his message multiple times while changing a few things every once in a while… while other times erasing the entire message and writing something different.
Once he deemed it perfect, he hit send and went to do his own thing while waiting for her reply… he decided to make a wedding planner for his and Katsuki’s wedding… while also making a planner for his life with Katsuki by planning out everything to be perfect so Katsuki only needed to focus on work and relaxing when he gets back home.
Time soon went by and Denki didn’t get a response from Jasmine… instead she posted about her spa resort trip with Katsuki. There were pictures of the place, the view, the food, them taking a walk and a few other things… but the description was about how Katsuki surprised her by bringing her there instead of to their friend’s place.
Denki scoffed at the post “So much money wasted on the trip… clearly she made him pay for the trip and it wasn’t an actual surprise from the start” he whispered as he looked at the two pictures, she took of Katsuki which made him happy as he liked the post and commented in a positive way… just after sending the comment, he received a notification that Jasmine replied to him.
Excited that he could continue with his plan he went to see what she wrote… it was her greeting him and then apologizing for not replying “No phone service at the resort? What a clear lie. She didn’t respond because she was busy bossing my sweet Katsuki around” he said to himself as he rolled his eyes, but he responded with clear understanding of her words and then began to talk to her.
A month goes by and Denki has decided that he has bonded with Jasmine long enough to start the next part of his plan. He has made sure to keep up his little act so Jasmine would never know who he really was from the very start, instead she would believe he was just one of her followers who had things in common with her “I need to make sure that what I write next is very clear that it’s from a place of worry for her and not just me trying to destroy her relationship with my alpha so I can be with him” he mumbled to himself as he got to work on his next message to her.
Sadly, he should have noticed how Jasmine was slow with her replies, or how sometimes she will talk as if what he just wrote was never there… and then there was the fact that she would sometimes end their conversations short but not explain the reason why they had to stop talking since he never asked her and simply accepted the fact, she had to go do something which he was certain was hurt his alpha over something stupid.
He looked over his message and with a nod sent it to her, he smiled as it was confirmed sent and seen… he then relaxed as all he had to do now is wait for her reply full of worry… but he never got that reply. The next day when he got to work, he was fired by his boss who was waiting for him “I cannot believe I hired someone like you! If I had known the truth, I would have gotten you blacklisted!” he screamed as Denki packed up his things and left.
Then he got a call from his parents when he knew he had changed his number and blocked them but they were telling him to pack up all his things because they were on there way to get him and bring him home “We can’t believe you didn’t change Denki! Instead, you vanish, cut us out of your life and stalk that sweet omega!?” his mother said which made his eyes widen as he hangs-up on her and looks at Jasmine’s Instagram account.
There it was… Jasmine’s new post… and it was all about him and his fake account…
She revealed his fake account and who he really was. She went into detail about how he had stalked and harassed her with this act of a worried follower. She then revealed his actions from back when he was a student at UA and how Katsuki was getting his lawyers involved to sue him.
The Bakusquad had commented to back up her story with some students who also went to UA who replied and talked about what they remember seeing or hearing from Denki… lawyers arrived just moments after his parents had “This is a warning. Get your son under control or the Bakugo’s will sue you for everything your son has done” one said before they all left… leaving Denki with his angry parents who yelled at him as they all packed up his things to move back in with his parents.
“This is to keep you safe and to keep an eye on you from now on Denki” his dad explained as he held Denki’s phone, tablet, laptop and any other item he could use to contact someone “We can’t have you do this anymore. You’re not well and we clearly need to get you some help once more” he said before closing the door to Denki’s room… and locking it from the outside.
He hated this, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to leave the house for a while and he didn’t even know how long it would take for him to get at least his phone back… but because he didn’t want to give up on Katsuki… he would need to be very patient before he can do anything. A year has passed and Denki was now able to go out and have his phone, he was so happy because now he could once more get to work on getting his alpha.
But for his plan to work… he needs to find a strong alpha who is dumb enough to believe him and to do what he wants. Which is why he went to places where alpha’s will be at and flirts with one every once in a while, to see how they react and to go from there, once he finds the right alpha… he will send the alpha on Jasmine to end her life and make her vanish from the world so he could have Katsuki.
This of course caused him to need to be ready to sleep with the alpha as a reward… he wishes he could save it for Katsuki but it was a small loss to get his prize. This took him a whole year… but he finally found Inasa and he was perfect, sweet, strong and stupid which was what he needed in an alpha.
He got to work in telling him a made-up story about how he had been dating Katsuki but Jasmine stole him from him “He had to do a shoot in her area and I guess that’s when it happened because the next thing, I knew… he didn’t care about me” he cried making Inasa hold him close. He also talked about how Jasmine was abusive towards Katsuki “I’m certain that either the pup isn’t his or she somehow forced herself onto him to get pregnant” he explained making Inasa look horrified at his words.
Inasa asked Denki questions and he was more than happy to answer them with more lies he had prepared in advance; it took sometime but soon Denki could tell Inasa was ready to do what he wanted… so he cried to him and showed him a post Jasmine made about how she and Katsuki were expecting their second pup.
“Katsuki called me to say that she was lying. He said he hadn’t slept with her since the first pup so he knows it’s not his” he cried to Inasa… and that was enough for him as he promised everything would be alright… and then he left him alone. Denki waited a while before going back home. Once in his room he smiled as he was certain that Jasmine and her first pup would soon be gone… then three days go by and there was nothing from Inasa.
He really was hoping he left to take care of Jasmine so as he waited, he got himself ready for Inasa so he could reward him for taking care of Jasmine… but then it happened… the police barged in and arrested him. He was told that Inasa was a hired man by Katsuki to spy on Denki since the day his parents brought him to their home.
The police presented all of the evidence Inasa had collected on Denki to his parents. Denki wasn’t mentally there as his parents screamed at him for doing all of this behind there backs when they brought him here to be safe and to start fresh. The police explained that since nothing happened, Jasmine and Katsuki weren’t pressing charges but warned that the next time he tried something then they would file for a restraining order.
They then left, his parents went back to screaming at him for all the pain he has caused to them… but Denki never answered them, he wasn’t even listening to them… instead he was trying to wake himself up because he was now at the stage where he believed this was all just some crazy nightmare and that once he wakes up, he will be with Katsuki at his side.
But he wasn’t in a nightmare… he was in real life… and soon he would be sent back somewhere to get him help for his mental state…
Meanwhile… Katsuki sighed in relief after hanging up the phone. He had just finished talking to Inasa who confirmed that the Kaminari’s were sending Denki somewhere to get him help, of course he knew that considering it was Denki he wasn’t going to get better anytime soon. But at least he was freed from the crazy omega for good, he turned to his sleeping omega as their son Kazuki was on the floor watching TV.
He smiled towards them as he was happy with his growing family… he then pulled out a small ring box from his pocket and smiled “Can’t wait to see her next post about our engagement” he whispered to himself as he walked over to his omega to care for there son while she slept soundly “Now we can be happy and not worry about something being behind us” he said softly before his son turned to look at him with a smile.
They were finally happy and free from Denki Kaminari… while the Bakusquad relaxed at the peace and quiet... Denki was sent to another state where a facility would take care of him… he fights and screams at them to let him go but no one listens… and as he gets knocked out by a drug… he thinks about how Katsuki loved him and would soon come to save him… because he was THAT obsessed with Katsuki… that he thought it was love…
#bnha#bnha salt#oc x katsuki#Denki salt#Salt fic#one sided love#a/b/o dynamics#alpha!katsuki#omega!oc#Omega!denki#omegaverse
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Objections: A Twist of Fate (1/3)
Book: Crimes of Passion (Book 2)
Pairing: Trystan Thorne x F!MC (Carolina Rose)
Category: Chapter Rewrite - Ch. 4
Rating: Teen
Series summary: I think one scene could have been expanded on, one should have been added, and one could have been better. So, I took a stab at it (pun intended ).
Part One: The king and queen command Trystan's presence, and he won't go without Carolina at his side. What transpires leaves them both stunned.
Words: 1,475
A/N: This is the first time I've ever written fanfic for a series that isn't completed, so it's a little different experience for me. Who knows what will happen in the future (so some of this could be dispelled in canon), but I think Chapter 4 deserved better, so this is my take. All three parts will be posted before Choices releases Chapter 5 is released next Wednesday.
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Parts in italics are direct from the story.
The silence was practically deafening. If not for the sound of their footsteps echoing through the cavernous marble corridors, it would have been easy to believe that the world had ceased to exist. Although their discomfort was palpable, it had nothing to do with the guard walking behind them, sent to ensure Trystan would make it to the desired destination. The guard was of no concern; they knew they could easily take him if desired, but other things weighed heavily on their minds.
Medieval castles were as familiar to Trystan as the local bagel shop was to Carolina. So he was unaffected by the suits of armor, elaborate murals, and questionably begotten jewels that lined the hallways through which they traveled. Carolina was another story. She wasn’t a woman who was easily intimidated. But Drakovia, and this very existence, left her feeling like a fish out of water. Miles away from normal, she was out of her league, and her grip on Trystan’s hand unconsciously tightened.
From almost the beginning, and without their consent, Trystan and Carolina felt like kismet. Easily in tune, they were somehow able to anticipate the other’s needs before they even occurred. At any other time, Trystan would have noticed that simple motion and been aware of how anxious his partner was, but today, it went unnoticed.
Carolina was longing to get this over with, close this chapter, and return to normalcy in New York. But Trystan was already wondering what the future held. This wasn’t New York; it wasn’t a democracy – especially not for him. His parents summoning him... from the same room? He knew nothing good could arise from this. More trumped-up charges? A public admonishment? An agenda, yet unseen, that he was unwittingly being made a part of? Whatever lurked behind the ornate door being opened before them would not be pleasant, and Trystan would be lying if he said he wasn’t afraid.
Carolina let out the tiniest sigh of relief when they entered. It wasn’t the palatial space she imagined, but a tastefully decorated room, modest by palace standards, and family members filled every corner. But Trystan took no such relief, and she was about to understand why. A gathering of Thornes wasn’t something that happened by choice, and it was rarely a pleasurable affair.
The queen sat in the center of the room, as austere and formal as ever, and raised her head when they entered. In direct contrast, King Maksim leaned casually on the wall behind her, smiling with ease when his eyes fell on his son.
“Trystan!” He beamed. “You’re actually on time. I told your mother you could pull it off.”
“Hello, Father,” Trystan grinned, and as the two men embraced, Carolina's heart warmed as she saw a hint of the carefree man she knew return.
There were too many siblings to count, and they were already grouped by allegiance. Enraged as always, Bas seemed eager to end the charade, while his brother Vasili seemed to welcome the event. Uninterested, Astrid made her position clear: a mimosa and friends thousands of miles away would always be preferred over this nonsense, and Carolina couldn’t say she blamed her.
As usual, Marguerite rose above the fray, settling next to her mother on a long sofa on the edge of the room. When she spotted Carolina, she jumped in for the save, offering her the seat beside her. From there, she watched the drama unfold until another Thorne sibling detected her presence.
“Why is she here?” Trystan’s younger sister, Emika, whined. “This is family business. Trystin’s little wanna-be lawyer shouldn’t be here!”
Carolina was about to retort when Trystan jumped in.
“Carolina is much closer to family than any of you, Marguerite, notwithstanding. Neither of them has attempted to imprison me.”
“You’d think they’d be happy I proved their brother’s innocence,” Carolina whispered to Marguerite, who contained a laugh.
“Fat chance of that.”
“Are you still hung up about that?” Kasper, yet another brother, groused. “You have to let that sort of thing go, Trystan!”
“It happened yesterday,” Carolina chortled. “Surely a little more time would be required for that.”
Various sibling quarrels filled the corners of the room, and King Maksim in to control things.
“Simmer down, children. The queen and I have one announcement to make. Then you can return to your squabbles.”
“Of course, Father,” Vasili jumped in. “We’re listening.”
“Given the outcome of yesterday’s trial, the queen and I have decided to reinstate Trystan as the heir to the Drakovian throne.”
“What!” Trystan gasped. “You... you can’t be serious!”
Equally as surprised, Carolina shook her head in astonishment. “You expect him to return like nothing has happened?" She blurted before thinking. "After how horribly you’ve treated him?”
The entire clan turned to stare daggers at the unwelcome guest.
“Don’t mistake our tolerance for your presence here as permission to speak, New York,” Lydea threatened.
“I believe I made clear how little your threats meant to me back in New York, Lydea. Trystan is right; I’m more family than the lot of you, and I’ve seen the effect exile had on him. I think you have a lot to atone for before they ask him any favors.”
The buzz in the room grew louder, and many faces turned red. Only Queen Viktoria appeared undisturbed by the reaction. She silently studied Carolina before replying.
“Your concern is noted, detective,” she stated. “But ultimately changes nothing. Trystan has a duty to the crown.”
“A duty!” Bas fumed. “He’ll destroy everything Juliana fought for!”
“Chin up, children,” the king interrupted. “Your parents love you equally, etcetera, but Trystan has been training for this his entire life.”
“My entire life save the past eight years,” Trystan spat.
Quickly losing her tolerance, the queen clapped her hands together. “Enough!” She commanded. “Now that Trystan has been absolved of guilt, he will resume his duties, and he will perform them with the decorum expected of a Drakovian heir. Have I made myself clear!?”
Her words and her tone had everyone scrambling, and Carolina watched in horror as the man she knew appeared to crumble before her eyes.
“... Yes, Mother,” Trystan frowned sheepishly.
“You can’t be serious,” Carolina muttered under her breath.
“Preparation begins now,” Viktoria stated. “The rest of you can take your leave.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Carolina exclaimed as a flustered Marguerite ushered her out of the room.
“Carolina, not now.”
She turned to take a final look at Trystan, standing crestfallen, as she was pulled through the doors.
“I’ll show you to your suite,” Marguerite began as if nothing unusual had happened. “I think you’ll find the guest quarters quite comfortable.”
“Comfort? Comfort isn’t what I’m thinking about right now. I need to help Trystan.”
“I don’t think you understand what just happened. This isn’t something Trystan can just walk away from.”
“Really? I know Trystan likes to trash the American educational system, but I do remember a thing or two, and abdication is a thing. They can’t force him to rule.”
Marguerite sighed wearily. “I understand your concern. I really do, but you’re out of your league right now. Don’t do anything rash. Trystan is going to need you.”
“And it’s always all about what Trystan needs,” Bas seethed from across the room.
Once again, the siblings broke out into debates over succession and which children deserved recognition. But Bas turned all of his ire on Carolina.
“This is all your fault!" He shouted. "You should have stayed in New York.”
Carolina broke into laughter. “What a delightful family! I have never been more grateful to be an only child! You would have been happy to see your brother go to jail for a murder he didn’t commit? For what? So you could move up one step in the pecking order for a job Trystan doesn't even want?”
“Are you sure about that, Carolina?” Vasili questioned ominously. “And more to the point, does what he wants even matter?”
“What Trystan wants matters to me! I can see why my caring for him seems to be a novel concept to the man!" Carolina hollered as Marguerite dragged her away.
While she made sure to put her bravado on full display, Vasili’s words haunted Carolina as she waited for Trystan’s return. Pacing her suite, she fumed over the injustice. They were able to save him... and for what? For him to live a life he didn’t desire? She gulped as dread coursed through her; perhaps a life... that wouldn’t include her?
Carolina's life hadn't been easy. Punctuated by loss and pain, she happily shut out even the idea of love. She was comfortable with the life she led when Trystan Thorne barrelled into it and turned it upside down. Her past self would have mocked her for allowing herself to get into this position. If she followed the rules, she'd be back in NY, her heart protected and safe. But she had no regrets and wasn’t about to back down. She marched over to a mirror and looked at her reflection with determination.
“I didn’t travel halfway around the world to save him just to let his life be taken from him anyway. No,” she resolved. “There is an out, and I will find it. These Thrones will not beat this Rose!”
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for tonight, the stars will watch as i cry
“It’s making you cry every time you give your love to me this way”
neteyam / omatikaya!reader
warnings: typeee-o’s, angst
neteyam has to leave in order to protect himself and his family from being hunted down by the humans. originally, he wanted to end your relationship but eywa had other plans for you both
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you stood onto your feet, eyes wide in disbelief.
“what…?” neteyam’s head fell at the slight shake in your voice. his reaction only irritated your faltering heart. “what is—what does this mean, neteyam?” this time you raised your voice as you pushed the other by his arms, forcing at least a moment’s worth of eye contact.
“you know what i meant” his eyes shut, too guilty to taint your innocent gaze with his. “i care for you deeply, my love that is why—” you leaned into the palm that held your cheek and held your own hand to his wrist. he swallowed to ease the pressure building up in his throat as his free hand held your waist tight against his. you’d began sniffing, attempting to hold back from collapsing within his hold and begging him to retract his words. “that is why we must let each other go”
the dryness in your throat grew unbearable as you tilted your head. you hide your tears from the boy, laying your forehead against his chest as you allowed for them to escape. “I can’t believe you, neteyam” you said in between your sobs. neteyam blew air out his mouth as his eyes searched the sky above for something, anything to keep his tears inert. your silent cries had turned to a shaky sob as you held yourself to the man you promised yourself and the whole world to.
“why are you saying such cruel things?”
“i am leaving, soon” you thought carefully for his statement. leaving? to whom? and where? “it is to protect our people, to protect you” his thumb rubbed senseless shapes against your shoulder as all you could muster was a quivering breath.
“i will come with you” you pushed yourself back once again, meeting his eyes. your words were empty, though. the both of you knew this. there was no chance your parents would allow you to leave the forest, even if it was with your mate-to-be’s family. neteyam only shook his head at your hopeless words.
“i need you here. i need you to be safe.”
“safe?” you looked up at him, again. your eyes were glossy and outlined beautifully with your wet lashes. currently, your words sounded enraged with disbelief but you eyes, softened with love and your heart broke. lips sharp, eyes kind, and heart pure. only few of your many qualities neteyam admired you for. “nobody is safe until this war ends”
you felt his his palm drop from your cheek. the chilled air was quick to attack the warm spot. “you will find someone better suited to keep you safe” neteyam pressed his forehead against yours as his hands gripped onto your biceps. “you will find someone better than me” you began shaking your head tired of hearing this speech. “because you are kind, and beautiful, and—” at this point you’d been pushing neteyam’s hands back as they kept trying to return to you. you kept shaking your head, afraid of the reality of what’s to come. afraid of the loneliness. afraid of the pain. already, it felt as thought a bullet had shot through your chest.
“no, no, no” you whimpered the redundant word as you began backing away from the other with your ears folded in irritation. all the negative thoughts came at you like daggers, quick and unrelenting. “i do not want another. i’d rather die.”
“you don’t mean that—”
“i bleed only for you, ma neteyam, how could i not? without you, i am without myself.” you cried out for him, to comfort and hold you only to push him back if he came near you.
“why can’t you understand, i am doing this for you” he grabbed your arm and pulled you into himself seeing as though you only listened to him when he made you. his voice was low and quick showing how frustrated he was with everything. “without me, you are without danger”
“no! without you i am nothing—”
“YOU ARE SAFE!”
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“you will be…safe”
you blinked away the tears. as you stared passed his eyes, stunned with his tone. your heart quickened as his grip on your arm grew painful. “you are hurting me, neteyam” you said coldly with nothing but a blank stare. to this, he was quick to let go of your arm.
“my love, i am—”
“leave me”
“please, i’m sorry”
“i said leave”
you turned your back before venturing off further into the Tree of Voices. you wanted no more of this bickering. neteyam went after you but froze in his steps. you were angry at the moment. which is exactly why he stopped. if hatred is what you needed, hatred is what he’ll ensue. though neteyam could never conjure such ill emotions toward you, he was content with your anger.
no, you don’t want to ever see his face, again. a face of lies. a face that only only reminded you of your idiocy. love, only a mere illusion to ensure the survival of a species. that’s all it was. so, why? why had it hurt so bad that neteyam didn’t chase after you? you’d be lying to the world if you said you didn’t spend the rest of the night slumped against the tree’s truck with tears wetting the wood below you.
the next day would go by and you would hear shuffling around you as you laid face first into the rock below you. nobody had came for you, so nature took its course. a palulukan probably had settled a top it’s high ground, awaiting to pounce on its prey. you kept your head down as only the faint scratch of dry leaves approached you. this was it. your final breaths were faulty as your back rose then fell with a stutter. your cries were only silent and easily overpowered by the upcoming footsteps.
your thoughts were regrettable. you’d die here with your last words being those of hatred. airy breathes escaped your lips in segments. you had licked them lips before opening your mouth to speak.
“i’m sorry” were your words until they were stolen right from the tip of your tongue. you raised your head to meet the deep voice and wiped the tears that came running down your face. neteyam, and in hand he held some dish carefully wrapped in a steamed banana leaf.
you only watched as he squatted down to your level, soft eyes noticing the many scratches and bruises of yesterday that he attained during the attack. “i’ve brought you some of my dinner. teylu and fish” his eyes hadn’t missed the exhausted ones across in front of him and it killed him to think he was the cause for this pain you felt.
“i thought you left”
“we leave tomorrow” his words were curt as he unwrapped the food. you stared at it then switched you gaze back to his. you weren’t hungry, if anything you were just dehydrated from crying all night and day. “i can leave you but, please…” he pressed his lips together trying to hold back the guilt and sadness that overwhelmed his conscience. “please, eat” when you didn’t respond after several torturous seconds, he placed the food down onto the rock your arm leaned on and stood. it hurt to leave you there but if that’s what you needed he was happy to—
“neteyam”
your voice brought him out his spiraling thoughts. he looked down to you with nothing but pleading eyes. “eat with me” he was quick to fall to his knees from your words. you took a bite from the fish before offering the other half to neteyam which he took. “come closer, ‘teyam” and he did just that. he sat across from you but brought himself close enough for his knees to bump yours. the two of you sat and ate in utter silence. not a single word transpired between the two of you as you finished your half.
“my love” you shook your head.
“i am not” you looked to ground as your fingers fidgeted with one another. “and you’ve made that abundantly clear”his hands reached for yours and held them together as he contemplated carefully on his next words.
“i will return once i am sure of my strength. that i can protect you” neteyam brought your bundle of hands up to his forehead, hiding from your wide gaze. his exhale was shaky as his entire body began shivering from the influx of emotions. “you deserve a warrior, who…” neteyam groaned before shaking his head with his face still downcast from the shame he felt. you slipped your hands out of his calloused ones as you brought them to his face, gently, you rubbed the arch’s underneath his eyes with your thumb. a kiss then was placed on his forehead to show your forgiveness.
“i promise myself to you” you tilted his head up, now giving him small fleeting kisses along his entire face. neteyam returned the favor and kissed alongside your neck. a small ‘oh’ escaped you as your hands fell onto his shoulders once he grew aggressive with this approach. soon, he’d find himself lying you onto the ground leaned over you with a certain haze tainting his lovesick eyes.
“and i to you, my love” you giggled at his cheesy line but quickly stopped once his lips found yours. the kiss was slow but rich in love and intimacy. the tips of your fingers would gently trace up and down his spine until your palms flatten to his shoulders bringing him in closer as you deepen the kiss. you grew warm as your breath was faint from the lack of air. neteyam noticed this and separated from you. you held the back of your palm to your head as your breath caught up to your heart. neteyam laughed at your flustered state before pressing a kiss to your cheek as began pushing himself off you. the hand held to his shoulder only tightened once he shifted. he wasn’t going anywhere, not after he left with this tight feeling in your stomach. the rise and fall of your chest had yet to subside as your body heat had only increased from his proximity. then it finally snapped in his head. “we can’t…” he warned moreso himself than you.
“then we won’t, teyam” you caressed the side of cheek further enticing him. “but…” at this point his tail had been flailing behind him as your gaze faltered to his lips. “please, don’t leave me alone for tonight”
“i won’t.” neteyam fell into the ground beside you holding a rather protective arm across your torso as you settled into him. a quick breeze blew past you cold enough to make you shiver. instinctively, neteyam pulled you into himself and sighed at the feeling of your faint warmth against his front. “tomorrow, you must see my family off. they will miss you.” he paused before speaking up again, “especially my brother”
“i will miss him so much, ‘teyam. i can’t believe you’re taking him away from me” a faint silence blew over the conversation after your shared laugh. “did your parents ever…like me?” you laughed again, this time under your breath to mask the insecurity but neteyam only raised a brow in confusion as he was well knowing of his parents overwhelming approval for you. you had always been neytiri’s favorite girl. ever since she caught a glimpse of you two sitting at the edge of home base, shoulders just barely touching, she knew. even when her and jake had argued leaving home, she spoke on behalf of you.
and jake, often he had to stop himself from parenting you even before you and neteyam brought attention to your relationship. during hunting parties, combat, even when you were training with your own father behind you, he always was there giving you pointers and keeping a watchful eye on you. over the past year, he began thinking of you as if you were his own.
but, to your knowledge the sully’s had merely just accepted your entanglement with their eldest. your parents had a certain distrust for the family that is why you rarely talked with their parents and why you are completely unaware of their love for you.
“you will be fine” he reassured you with a kiss to you neck. “now, sleep.”
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What is your opinion on og!Lloyd? i don't know if you ever did a character analysis of him and i vaguely know the novel talks about him in some moment. I'm just curious of what you think of him
*sigh* i,,, don't,, love him,,, to be honest 😅
just... a warning. do skip this one if you like og!lloyd. cause i'm not gonna be very nice to him akjshdka
i have very little patience for characters who are mean for no reason and have no other qualities to redeem them. which is what og!lloyd is.
Lloyd Frontera, the hooligan, was a mess. His personality. Behavior. Attitude. Not a single attribute of his was worthy of praise. He destroyed himself and those around him, slacking off and behaving recklessly at any given chance. He was always preoccupied with his thoughts about the Frontera fiefdom, a boring and hideous province. He pitied his fate of being born and rotting away in such a place. And so, he was always angry. He was enraged by the lack of his family's status and his unfulfilled greed. The anger, disappointment and frustration inside the young master were taken out on everyone around him. He hurled insults at maids and physically assaulted servants. He mistreated his parents and the rest of the family. -Chapter 236
like. man a piece of shit lmao. he was born in such a favorable position considering the setting he lived in, he was a noble, he had parents that loved and supported him, he was healthy and able bodied, he had so many opportunities of making something for himself. and he didn't.
"[...] You said I will really pull myself together and study hard this time. So please believe me and make an investment. I was happy. That was why I readily gave you the money that came from selling the villa for the academy tuition. But you completely wasted every single cent with the scoundrels you used to get along with. All the while, you shamelessly played around with women and threw grimy parties in drunken stupor" -Chapter 7
it clearly wasn't that he didn't have chances to be better. he had plenty of them. imagine having a dad that loves you so much that even after years of being an arrogant, rude, violent piece of crap still has the hope that you'll get better and gives you the resources that you need to achieve that. and then you waste them in drinking and messing around. like. god.
now let's talk about julian. his younger brother.
my god.
if anyone had any right to never ever forgive or trust lloyd again in his entire life it was julian.
"[...] Each day, he threw his drunken tantrum at all people. Breaking stuff in the house was commonplace. Sometimes, he hit people and Julian wasn't an exception. Arguably, Lloyd whacked Julian the most. When Julian was young, Lloyd beat him for not doing his errands. When Julian grew older, Lloyd beat him for hovering around when he was drinking. His violence grew worse to the point that Lloyd whacked, punched, and kicked Julian for always living an upright life." -Chapter 85
Three years ago, Julian prepared to leave the Frontera fiefdom to enroll in the academy and wanted to greet his brother before leaving. After all, he was still his brother despite how much Julian hated him. But the moment he opened the door, the pungent and acrid smell of alcohol assaulted hi nose, and then came a shout, yelling at him to get out since he's sleeping. Then, a bottle of alcohol was tossed in the air and hit the wall right beside Julian's face. The smell of liquor, the rough yelling and the shattered bottle. That marked his last interaction with Lloyd three years ago before Julian left for school. Julian stroked the corner of his left eyes by habit with his hand. There was a small scar on his skin, a burrow that looked like a mole. He had gotten it that very day three years ago from the shards of the glass bottle Lloyd threw. -Chapter 89
like. let's be clear here. lloyd isn't a child. he's not even an adolescent or a teenager. he's a grown ass man. he was 25 at the start of the novel. he's 5 years older than julian. the narration tells us that lloyd physically abused julian when he was young and then as he grew older. but julian left his home when he was 18. there was no point in their relationship where julian wasn't a minor being physically and verbally harassed by his five years older brother.
the text tells us lloyd physically assaulted the servents and it also tells us that arguably the person he hit the most was julian so. we can draw conclusions on how bad the abuse got.
so... all of that it's kind of what makes me feel so uncharitable towards og!lloyd.
he was such a,,, a shitty person. he had everything going for him and instead of making the most of it he decided it wasn't enough and grew bitter and angry that he didn't have more and decided to take it out on everyone around him. people who loved him, who worked for him, who would one day depend on him, people who simply didn't deserve the way he treated them.
and for what? because he thought his family wasn't prominent enough? cause he lived in a quiet and boring place? cause he didn't have more status? he was a noble for god sake, he was born in an aristocratic family, he wouldn't have to work a single day of his life if he so wanted! he could've gone to the capital city and studied hard like his brother and made something of himself if he wanted more prominence! he could've traveled and seen other places if he didn't want to be stuck in a small barony!
but he didn't want to work hard. he wanted everything to be handed to him from birth and not move a single finger to get what he wished for.
and y'know me, i love shitty characters, i love pathetic men, i love absolute bastards who want and take and hoard but the one thing i can't stand is spoiled, lazy and entitled brats who not only refuse to work for what they want but also dare to blame and hurt others for what they lack.
add to it that he was abusive ass to his little brother and employees and you have the perfect mix for a character that i would fight in a dennys parking lot at 3 am lmao
he eventually does come to regret the way he acted, but to me it's too little too late y'know? the damage was done and he had no way to fix it. and the thing is if he hadn't been forced out of his body and made to watch as someone else took over his life he never would've changed. he would've go on to die as the same rude, violent and incompetent person he lived as.
but, for the sake of being fair, i will acknowledge that he did come to genuinely regret his actions. to realize that he had no excuse. and it is genuinely sad to see him come to terms with the fact that the person who replaced him was a better son, a better brother, a better heir and better person than he ever was. that there was a reason his parents worried and cared for the person walking around in his body now. that the person who took over his body changed completely the reputation he'd made for himself by being a hooligan.
and he did ask after his parents before going into the reincarnation gate so i guess he did care for them even if he didn't show it when he was alive. also him not asking after julian because he knows his brother is smart and he's sure he's fine on his own is kinda sweet (even if i don't think it's nearly enough to make up for all the years of abuse lol)
speaking of the reincarnation gate! at first i thought og!lloyd being reborn as suho would make me like him more but?? actually it did the contrary??? it was so weird!! i thought my feelings of "💜💖💕💞<333💗💖<<3💞💜💕💜<33" for lloyd would bleed through and soften me up to og!lloyd but nope! kinda made me even more mad at him asjkhdka because like,,, it just kinda showed that he never had any reason to act like that?? and i already knew that but making a direct comparison to lloyd in canon just made it all the more clear.
suho had so many reasons to become a terrible person. he had so many reasons to stop caring for other people and become a total asshole. to stop trying so hard and give up and just take up the vice of his choice to drown out his bitterness. and he never did. he never stopped trying, he never stopped caring, he never could bring himself to not love the people around him.
and you could argue that this is because of og!lloyds resolution to be a better person in his next life but i think that ascribing everything that suho did to that would be a disservice to suho's character. he has none of og!lloyd's memories, he has no idea that was his past life, he's his own person, formed by his own experiences and feelings and environment and to act like all he is and does is because of the regrets of his previous life is taking away the strength it took for him to take all of his pain and hurt and tragedy and decide that he wanted something better, both for himself and for his new family.
so does og!lloyd's resolution for his next play a part on suho's character? yeah, almost definitely. but i don't think it's all there is to it and it certainly does not make up for all the hurt he caused in his own life.
i'm a nurture over nature kind of person, so i tend to think of suho and og!lloyd as different characters despite the whole reincarnation thing. i fully believe it is our experiences and decisions who make us, well, us, who we are as persons, so suho having his own memories and not remembering life as og!lloyd is enough to make him his own person, shared soul or not. but ymmv and all that
so... yeah aksdjka
#hey i got an ask#Anonymous#tged#the greatest estate developer#og lloyd frontera#kim suho#julian frontera#ch 236#ch 7#ch 85#ch 89#this. is longer than i expected.#turns out i have lots of opinions on og lloyd lol#i have been just swallowing most of them#the thing is if i don't like something i will simply not talk about it#i complain about the webcomic cause i like it! i enjoy it for the most part! so i talk about it#both the things i really like and the things i wish were done differently#but if i truly don't like something i will simply not care very much or i will not talk about it#i barely have energy to talk about what i like imagine what i would be left with if i did talk about what i don't#so. that's the reason i don't talk often about og lloyd ajshdka#again this is just my opinion ymmv i am just pointing out the canon facts and how i feel about them.#if you like og lloyd that's totally your right! i don't see anything wrong with it!#but do know that if someone tries to tell me in my own blog that it's another character's fault that he acted like this i will Bite :)/j#i am very defensive of my favorite blorbos and this is my house! i will permit no slander! i have the receipts!!
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