#I woke up with this stuck in my head....ominous.....

[tojisprincesa]

I'm your angel

fyodor dostoevsky x fem reader

a/n : This is my first piece of writing containing smut, so please be nice! English is not my first language & I don't know how to properly format my writing on here either so I apologize in advance. I would GREATLY appreciate feedback! Thank you for reading my work and hope you enjoy it :)

word count : 2.1k

summary : The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful, because he's a fallen angel and he used to be god's favorite.

✧ warnings : MDNI 18+ NSFW sexual content, rough sex, choking, breeding kink, hickeys, manhandling, possible objectification, degradation, dacryphilia, name calling, overstimulation, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, belly budge, stalking, yandere behavior, virginity loss, manipulation, possessiveness, obsession, sacrilegious, creampies, mention of sex in a church, slight dubcon, betrayal, multiple orgasms, dumbification,  aphrodisiac serum usage, non consensual recording, praise, hints of aftercare, reader referred to as a dog, reader is gifted but its not used in this piece, not proof read. please tell me if I missed anything. MDNI 18+ NSFW

Inspired by:  I'm Your Man by Mitski

On a midnight walk home, alone you enjoyed the breeze winter had bestowed upon Yokohama. The moon was full and shining down on you. It was so cold out you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up to snow. You had stayed at the agency quite late finishing up some paperwork. Dazai had been no help, again. You hated working on a case with him simply due to the fact you were always stuck with ALL the paperwork. This case had been a big one, thanks to the decay of angels.

You loved your job truly, helping people was your purpose in life. Your ability was called “ Angel Wings”. It was a rare and very powerful ability, you were able to use what was essentially dark magic. But what gave your power its name was your majestically, beautiful wings. They looked just like an angel’s pure white wings but as fate would have it yours were as dark as the midnight sky. 

You were the only one in history with this gift who had been born with black wings and the only one who had access to dark magic as well. The people of Yokohama had rumored it to be a bad omen.

Your parents had left you abandoned on the steps of a church. As a baby you were taken in and grew up in the monastery. At 10 years old you had discovered a file the sisters had on you, only to discover your parents had left a note on you as a baby stating only god could save your soul, they called you an abomination more so, a fallen angel. It was at that age you were determined to use your powers for good. 

You’d like to believe you left that life behind at 18. But only god knew it plagued your thoughts day & night. And on this fateful night that's exactly what you thought about on your journey home. You were so lost in thought you didn't notice the cold amethyst eyes that tracked your every move. 

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As you arrived home, all that your body wanted to do was rest. But you decided against that so you took a hot shower to relax your tense muscles. You deserved it after a long day at work. Unfortunately, it gave the devil watching you a perfect opportunity to set his trap. After your shower you decided to skip dinner due to your exhaustion and headed straight for bed. You had failed to notice the faint smell of  gas leaking from under your bed. That mistake would cost you your freedom, you had not only fallen in a deep slumber but in the jaws of his trap.

As you opened your eyes all you saw was the moonlight so scarce, you couldn't even make out the room’s layout. But you immediately recognized the ominous voice that spoke to you. Fyodor Dostoevsky. You and everyone in the agency had been warned of this man who was a demon, no more like the devil himself. Dazai had given a brief rundown of his encounters with such a foe, stating even he himself wasn't sure of his ultimate goal. He warned that no one could win against him nor his intelligence. He was always a step ahead. 

“Awake already? That gas should have knocked you out for a couple more hours..huh you're full of surprises angel” he spoke as he stepped into the light shining through the stained glass window. He looked like a god. 

“There’s no use yelling, it's just you & I in the middle of nowhere so don't get any ideas. I doubt even Dazai could find us here” 

It was as if he was reading your mind. You were left speechless whether it was out of fear or shock you weren't quite sure. But you couldn't let him know that. So you got straight to the point.

“What do you want from me?”

“It's quite simple really. I want your cooperation, your loyalty, and you.”

‘“ Me ?” 

“Yes. You, mой ангел”  [my angel]

He reached out to caress your cheek & your mind was racing. But the moment his ice cold fingers made contact with your warm rosy cheeks, it went blank. All you could focus on was Fyodor, his touch was all consuming. You found yourself leaning into him but the cushioned chair you were tied to did not allow much movement to your dismay. Your wings were aching due to the tight position you found yourself. 

His haunting eyes were staring right into your soul, you were convinced he could rid you of all the sins you've committed. You did not dare to look away. He then let out a chilling laughter while holding your chin. He said

“It's not like I am giving you an option dear. You will essentially be my dog. You will obey my every command and this will be the only warning I give you, do not test me. Your disobedience will not bring any harm to you, yourself but I cannot say the same for others at the agency. Nod, if you understand.``

You gave him a subtle nod. He had made it clear you had no choice but to obey him. An eerie smile stretched across his face, it sent chills down your spine. But the way he was speaking to you sent a pulsing heat to your core. It was embarrassing to have your mind and body reacting differently, to have them be at war.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, Fyodor had injected you with an aphrodisiac serum while you were passed out. He thought it would make you easier to manipulate. Not because he thought it would be difficult but because he had a strong desire to see you beg for him. The same way he had yearned for you all these months. Watching you from the shadows, studying you. You were the object of his desire. His obsession with you was sickening and unexplainable. He had to have you and now he does.You were his. He wouldn't. No. He couldn't hold back any longer. 

What shocked you like electricity running through your veins was Fyodor’s lips on yours. It was an intensely passionate kiss. You found yourself kissing him back instantly. The heat you felt between your legs had spread all over your body. His kiss had left like an ice cold sip of water in the blazing hot summer heat. You needed more to soothe this ache and he knew that. 

In an instant you were untied and swooped up being led towards a bed you hadn't even realized was there. As he set you down on the cool silky sheets he made his way down your body undressing you with kisses. You couldn't protest, not with this heat making you physically dizzy, you needed him and fast. It was at this moment you realize this must've been his doing but you didn't care, a part of you had wanted this. Deep down you wanted this handsome devil to have his way with you. You were his for the taking. 

 “Please” you moaned 

“ Please, what angel. Use your words” 

Fyodor was losing his mind at how simple this all was. You really were like a dog begging for its master.  

“ Please Fyodor.. I– I need you, inside me” You groaned frustrated with the heat building up and meeting its peak. 

“Such a greedy mutt I have” he whispered in your ear as he nipped it. The degradation heightened your arousal, he quickly undressed and pressed his body against yours while he sucked on your neck, marking you as his. Simultaneously, his fingers played with your clit and he applied pressure as he twisted and pulled on it. You moaned out in painful joy. 

“ More. I need more” you pleaded. He slapped your aching pussy, hard. 

“ Where are your manners stupid slut–” he felt what was like a heartbeat come from your cunt as he said that. 

“ Oh fuckk my angel is no saint, I will indulge you my dear” you felt tears escaping your eyes from how much you needed relief. Fyodor could tell from how wet you were alone. He was going to make sure only he could relieve this heat from you now and forever. He had done his research and found that you were a virgin. Not yet tainted, his angel had yet to fall from the favors of god.

He took his tip and rubbed it on your cunt giving you pleasure moaning out as he inserted himself fully. He did not give you time to adjust, not that you needed it despite it being your first time. Like a whore you screamed out in pleasurable pain. It was as if you were made for him, made to take him day and night. You were his to breed like a bitch in heat.

You looked between your legs to see the moonlight illuminating his pretty face perfectly. With the stained glass window behind him he might as well have been fucking you in a cathedral. He no longer looked like a god, he was your god, your savior. 

His touch was heavenly. His pace was relentless. In and out he went with harsh deep strokes he hit your weak spot every time. He left no part of you untouched. You felt like you were suffocating in pleasure. If sex was considered a sin out of wedlock, God could add it to your list of sinful deeds. You were born a sinner but you'll die a saint. You were sure Fyodor was god himself. Each touch he bestowed upon you, cleansed you. 

You whimpered as you got closer to finishing. He could tell by how your cunt squeezed  around him. 

“ My sweet angel, what would the detective agency say if they saw you now? Taking me so well, huh?” 

You couldn't help but squeeze him tighter and cry out to him. He leaned down and whispered 

“ Go ahead and say hello” as he gestured to his right. You had failed to notice a camera was recording you, capturing everything that was conspiring between the two of you.Your dignity was long gone at this point. You obey his command and let out a high pitched moan.

“ helloooo”

Fyodor groaned at the fact it wasn't even a command but you followed it nonetheless. Maybe training you wouldn't take long after all. 

“ Good girl, my good girl” 

He sped his pace up with harsher strokes while one hand  had went down to play with your clit and the other around your neck restricting your air flow. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and your tongue was hanging out of your mouth. You were panting like a bitch. So he'd treat you like one. He let go of your throat only to grab you cheeks, squishing them together to spit in your mouth. This only brought the knot in your stomach closer to snapping. 

“ Please, Fyodor let me cum” you begged. And who was he to deny his pretty angel when she asked oh so nicely. 

“Look me in the eyes when you cum angel”

Looking at him and seeing his eyes full of lust and love. His devotion to you brought upon your unraveling. You moaned his name as you cummed causing him to reach his peak as well.

His cum had you filled up to the brim. You could feel it sloshing around inside you when he applied pressure on your stomach. He knew you weren't on any birth control but that didn't matter. He needed a successor anyways. He wanted to see you plump and round full of his seed. This was his way of permanently marking you from the inside out.

 So cock drunk you had lost count of the round you were on. You only realized a vast amount of time had passed due to the sun rising. The sheets were soaked from your juices mixed together. You had done unholy things. But you felt reborn as though you had been baptized in his cum. There wasn't a part of your body that wasn't covered in it by now.Your body had been pushed past your limits. Fyodor knew that and cleaned you up, he brought you water and ibuprofen. He caressed your hair holding you against his chest, laying down he praised you. 

“ You did well my angel” rewarding you with a kiss on top of your head. You smiled and succumbed to your exhausted state. 

You were now a fallen angel. And Fyodor was your god.

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After you had given Fyodor all the information he needed with no protest. He rewarded you, like a pup. You had betrayed the agency like a man. One day you'll meet your judgment by the hounds and whether that be heaven or hell you didn't care as long as you had Fyodor by your side. For if he should leave you, you should die. You deserve it don't you? It had sealed your fate. You were positive no one would ever love you like your god again.

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Evan woke up gasping, his shirt plastered to his back and his hair stuck to his face. He rubbed the tears from his eyes quickly to focus on the clock. 5:48 a.m. An ominous feeling spread through his entire body, but he took comfort in reminding himself that nothing bad could happen while Fredbear was watching over him.

The fabric of his plushie was worn and stuffing was sticking out between some of his joints, but Evan couldn’t bear to part with him long enough for proper repairs to be done. Father always said it would take a few days to fix the plushie if he wanted it done properly, and Evan would never accept a poor repair job, so instead of giving up the bear for repairs, he just kept Fredbear as he slowly deteriorated more and more each day.

He didn’t feel too bad about it though; Michael had done the exact same thing to his Foxy plushie, and he’d had his toy much less time than Evan had. Evan swapped out the destroyed plushie with his own, but Michael hadn’t seemed to notice, even as the original plushie’s head fell off somewhere, making it impossible to repair the poor fox.

The vest was coming a bit loose, but Evan ignored that. Fredbear didn’t need the vest anyway. It wasn’t his identity any more than Foxy’s hat was, and besides, no one remembered that Foxy even normally came with a hat. He squeezed the small bear, humming softly to himself as he waited for 6 a.m. to arrive.

Evan walked cautiously down the hallway to the kitchen, his guard still up from his unpleasant night’s rest.

“You stink,” Elizabeth complained. She was already in the kitchen eating her cereal while Michael was pouring his own bowl.

Michael rolled his eyes. “Welcome to reality Lizzie. People sweat and have body odor.”

“You never stink in the morning,” she retorted as Evan set Fredbear on the counter before climbing on it to reach the cabinet.

“I put on deodorant. Ev, get off the counter. I can get that for you.” Michael grabbed another bowl from the cabinet and filled it with cereal as well. “I’ll get Evan some when I go to the store, okay?”

“You better,” Elizabeth grumbled into her cereal.

“Plus, it’ll be fine. He’s probably going to shower before we leave for school anyway.”

Elizabeth scowled at that. “But then I won’t have time to do my hair.”

“Then I’ll do it.” Michael rolled his eyes again. “You talk like you have a terrible life, Liz.”

“Maybe I do!” Elizabeth snapped, shoveling more cereal into her mouth.

“Good morning to you too,” Mother said, yawning as she walked into the kitchen. “Are we having cereal for breakfast today?”

“Yes Ma’am,” Michael said, grabbing Evan around the waist to drag him from his spot on the counter. “I was planning to go to the grocery store today to pick up a few things.”

“No nonsensical things we don’t need now, Michael. You know how your father hates that sort of thing.”

“Of course,” Michael’s voice sounded stiff, but he maintained his politeness. “Do you want some cereal as well?”

“That’d be lovely, darling.” She sat down beside Elizabeth. “You children are so wonderful.”

Evan felt himself finally starting to calm down. Today was a good day. Mother and Michael were both in a good mood, a rare occurrence, if he was being honest with himself. Elizabeth’s mood was always sour, depending on who she decided to blame for her problems, but she was manageable. He just hoped they didn’t see his Father before school. That was the one thing that could ruin the peaceful moods of his mother and brother before they left for school.

“Do you want to go to the store with me, Evan?” Michael said abruptly after they’d all finished eating. “So you know where to look for deodorant next time?”

“I guess so,” Evan replied quietly, hoping that was the right answer.

It must’ve been, because Michael smiled faintly and ruffled his hair. His expression faltered, and he made a face though. Michael wiped his hand on his pants. “You really need to shower before we leave though, Little Man. Lizzie was right, no offense. You are kind of gross this morning.”

Evan shrugged. He didn’t want to explain the nightmares, assuming it would put Michael in a sour mood. He didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Fredbear’s not looking too good lately either,” Michael mused. “Want me to stitch him up for you?”

“Huh?” Evan blinked up at his brother. “Fredbear’s fine.”

“His stuffing’s going everywhere-“

“He doesn’t need anything. He’s fine!” Evan scooped the little bear into his arms, and Michael raised his hands in surrender.

“Fine, fine. If you change your mind, let me know. It would only take, like, 30 minutes, tops.”

Evan didn’t reply to that. Instead, he changed the subject. “I’m going to go shower.”

“Okay.” Michael almost sounded disappointed. But that didn’t make sense. Normally he was happy to be rid of him. Especially so near his birthday, when his friends would be coming over all the time.

On the walk to school, Elizabeth wouldn’t stop gushing about how wonderful her hair was. She practically begged Michael to make it a more regular occurrence, but Michael just shrugged. Evan could see the smile on his face though. He knew it was only a matter of time before Elizabeth got her way.

“Mike!” one of Michael’s friends tried to call him over, but Michael ignored him.

“Come on, you two gotta get to class,” he said softly, putting his hand on Evan’s shoulder to direct him away from the other kid. With a startle of surprise, Evan saw a faint frown on Michael’s face. Maybe he’d had some kind of fight with his friends? Evan couldn’t ask about it, just in case.

“You can’t ignore us forever!” one of the boys shouted angrily while Michael guided Evan in the direction of the store after school.

“Just keep walking,” Michael muttered. He seemed very tense, and Evan wasn’t sure he could do anything to reassure his brother. He just did as Michael asked, hurrying along so they could get out of range.

A few short minutes later, they were walking into the store. Evan felt odd. He’d never been to the store without his parents before. Normally, he and Elizabeth only came when Mother was looking for something specific, or when Michael was sick, and Father was going to the store instead. Being here with Michael was… different.

“They don’t get it,” Michael whispered, seeming to forget who he was talking to.

Evan blinked at him, but Michael didn’t elaborate until after they’d filled the basket with necessary groceries and Evan’s deodorant.

“Everyone expects so much from me,” he mused. “My friends seem to think I have to give them every second of my attention. Mother thinks I have to be responsible all the time. Father…” Michael shook his head. “Even Uncle Henry assumes things. It’s awful, Ev.”

“Maybe it’s just because they like you so much,” Evan said quietly, hoping not to upset him.

“Nah. They expect me to disappoint them. Aside from my friends, anyway. It’s just so stupid. All this shit I have to put up with.” Michael froze. “I mean- Just forget I said that.”

Evan giggled involuntarily, surprising them both. “You’re not seriously apologizing for saying ‘shit,’ are you?” Evan asked. “Kids say that all the time at school.”

“Yeah, but if Mother or Father catches you saying that-“

“Who’s going to tell them?” Evan blinked innocently up at Michael.

He groaned. “I forgot how insufferable you are.”

“Only when I can be.” Evan grinned, feeling secure in his behavior. “Let’s get home. I have homework to do.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Michael shook his head, but the faint smile Evan had seen that morning returned.

“Want to watch T.V. with me?” Michael said when he walked into the kitchen.

Evan guessed he was finished with his own homework, considering his confidence in the way he sat beside Evan at the counter.

“What are we watching?” Evan replied, continuing his notes while Fredbear observed them both.

“The Immortal and the Restless,” Michael said with confidence. “And, it’s not even scary, so you won’t wet yourself when we watch.”

Evan shook his head disparagingly. “I got scared watching a movie with you one time-“

“It gave you nightmares, Ev! I got in so much trouble for that, you know.”

“Then why offer to watch something with me again?” Evan asked before realizing what he was implying.

“I-“ Michael sputtered. “C’mon, man.”

Evan put his pencil down and stared at his brother. He wasn’t getting angry, which meant Evan could actually ask serious questions without fearing consequences for it. “You spend all your time making fun of me, and teasing me, and scaring me, and making me miserable. Why should I trust that you actually want to watch something with me?”

Evan expected a lot of potential reactions to his comments. Yelling, maybe. What he didn’t expect was for Michael to crumple in on himself. “I… Look, it’s not…” Michael swallowed harshly. “I can’t say anything to justify my past actions. You have every reason to be weary. But maybe I’ve changed, Ev. I want to spend time with you. I’m tired of pretending all the time, and I-“

“You’re not kidding,” Evan said softly. “Were you exaggerating this morning, then? When you said it would only take 30 minutes to fix Fredbear?”

“What? No. It’s a bunch of little fixes. You just gotta have the right thread. And if we hurry,” Michael glanced at the clock nervously, “I know Father has thread in his office.”

“You…” Evan blinked. “You’d do that for me?”

“I gotta prove my point somehow, don’t I?” Michael jumped up from his seat. “I’ll be right back.”

Evan turned back to his homework, no longer able to fully comprehend what was happening here. Was Michael genuine? Was he really trying to be a better brother? Evan honestly had no idea, but the best way to find out was to wait until the summer, when Michael was always really nasty usually. For now, though, he’d settle for help repairing Fredbear.

Michael returned, out of breath and a little bit shaky. “We only have a few hours before Father is supposed to be home.”

“Lucky you said it wouldn’t take very long,” Evan said softly, expecting a contradiction.

“Still frightening to think about,” Michael replied. “Okay, I got this.” He threaded the needle and looked at Evan expectantly. Reluctantly, Evan handed his brother the battered gold bear.

Michael set him up gently on the kitchen counter, tucking the stuffing back where it belonged as he started his row of stitching. Evan knew the seams had been originally on the inside of Fredbear, but Michael had tried explaining that he couldn’t fix Fredbear like that. He’d rolled his eyes actually, saying that doing it that way would take a sewing machine and a trip to the workshop, something Michael was not willing to do without permission.

So Evan had to accept that the repairs would be visible, but at least Fredbear would be ready to fight off another night of terrors.

Evan didn’t mean to fall asleep against Michael’s shoulder while watching the show. In his defense, he didn’t have a clue what was going on, and Michael was too busy watching to explain it to him. Evan ended up giving up on the show to study his brother’s face. It surprised him how energetic Michael seemed while watching the screen, but then, Evan guessed this was one of his rare moments where there weren’t expectations dragging him down.

He stirred as Michael carried him upstairs. Confused, Evan blinked sleepily at his brother. “What-“

“Shhh, go back to sleep,” Michael said softly. “I just want to make sure you’re not going to have nightmares.”

Evan always had nightmares. That was the general idea of everything going on. He hated the idea of disappointing Michael, especially after how nice the day had been, but he couldn’t control his dreams. Not now and certainly not ever. He couldn’t even remember a time when he didn’t have nightmares every night. But he had a feeling Michael wouldn’t be swayed in this, so he just nodded against his brother’s chest and closed his eyes again.

Evan didn’t have any nightmares that night. Or at least, they weren’t nightmares he remembered. He woke up that morning with Michael curled protectively around him, like Michael was afraid of something happening. Evan wasn’t particularly worried about that, though.

For the first time in years, he felt content and safe.

#cloud writes #hiiiii #I should really be asleep rn #but I wanted to get this done today #well #tonight anyway #since it's past midnight here #but yeah #afton family #evan afton #michael afton

[swifty-fox]

What Comes After

blacked out. wrote 1.7k fic for @bcolfanfic's Young vets AU.

Fanfic/Sequel of

Tw for aftermath of a suicide attempt and all that may entail

Nobody tells you what to do in the hours after your husband tries to take his life. Nobody says you’re going to be angry.

Nobody tells Gale how much he’ll have to pay for gas to the only Hospital for miles, seven hours tailing the red ominous lights of an ambulance there seven hours back all alone for the first time in a long while (one-hundred-twenty-seven dollars and fifty-three cents).

There’s nobody to tell him how to smile at his husband as he’s led away in a stunned daze. Does he smile at all? Small and painful and fake? 

And who can he ask what to do as he comes home to a now empty home, dawn well past finished and a hole the size of a man's life in the wall. A hole, no bigger than a nickel and just perfectly at eye level. The difference between a happy ending and a tragedy; the scales tipped kindly in his favor this time. 

You never wrestle for a gun. That’s the easiest way to get your own damn self shot.

A coin flip. Heads for John, Tails for Gale. 

“Guess the quarter got stuck in a crack.” he mutters. He knows his thought patterns aren’t quite clear, confused and weighed down by exhaustion and shock. 

Somewhere an animal is in pain. It gasps raggedly; sharp and raw. Someone should put that animal out of its misery, nothing deserved to be driven to sounds like that. Gale knows he is that animal. He swipes at his suddenly-tear soaked cheeks with a rough palm and sits down on the floor hard. 

His phone is in his hand, it’s first instinct to want to call John, hear his teasing voice (it hadn’t been teasing in a long time Gale Cleven don’t you lie). Bucky wouldn’t answer. He knew it would be a day or two before he would get an update on his husband. Not until observation was over, until paperwork was filed and permission was given. The nurse had explained it all through the ringing in Gale’s ears.

“Curt.” Buck says, shocked by the steadiness in his voice even as more tears trail their acidic way down his face. 

“Hey Buck, y’just caught me on break what’s up?” The familiar voice, clipping all it’s ‘T’s  away to nothingness devastates Gale. He lets out a sob with all the violence of vomiting.

“Gale?” 

“Ah fuck Curt, John had a gun.” Gale moans, covering his eyes and trying to breathe. The gun, now tossed carelessly on their bed like a stray shirt. 

Nobody tells him how to inform their friends of what has happened.

“What.” Curts voice is so strangled, so tiny that Gale realizes his fatal error immediately. 

“He’s okay. He’s okay Curt the gun- it went into the wall. He’s at a hospital right now. He’s where he needs to be.” 

Gale had heard that phrase a lot; spoken by people trying to reassure themselves that their loved ones would come home whole and healed. Now he was one of those people whispering the phrase with false confidence.

John needed to be Home. 

Curt devolves into a mess of swearing, punctuated with a passionate “Fffffucking VA!”

“I woke up and he wasn’t next to me. I thought maybe he had gotten out somehow, past the alarms. I’d already gotten my gun out of the house Curt I didn’t think-”

There's muffled voices on the other line, Curt talking to someone else, “- No I’m sick can’t you see? Gotta go Sean sorry. Fuck the client pardon my fucking french I gotta family emergency.” A car door slams, the sound of keys in an ignition. “You didn’t know Buck. It’s not your fault you did exactly what ya should’ve.”

“He had the gun to his chin,” Gale says numbly. 

Is there anyone to tell him how to get that single heart-stopping image out from behind his eyelids? He saw it every time he closed his eyes. 

“Fuck, Gale.” Curt exhales. “He’s okay?” so vulnerable, so sad, needing to double check just in case. 

“He’s in fucking psych ward. I can’t even call him.” 

“Yeah dumb question.” A pause where Gale just tries to breathe, looks up at that hole in the wall. It could be a woodpecker's hole on any tree outside. It was in his home and smelled faintly of gunpowder and terror. “I’m looking up plane tickets right now.” 

“Y’don’t have t-”

“G’fuck yourself, I’m coming.” 

Gale has no strength to argue, he’s got nothing left, really. 

“I almost lost him, Curt.”

“But you didn’t.” Curt still sounds stressed and Gale feels a twinge of guilt for ruining the guy's day just because he wasn’t able to help his own partner. “You did everything right. And you’re going to go to bed, then you’re going to wake up and I’mma be there. And we’ll deal with things together.”

“Together,” he echoes. 

“Get some sleep Buck. I’ll send you a text when my flight lands.” Curt orders before hanging up.

The thought of going into the bedroom; to the bed he shared with John. To have to see that fucking gun again. 

Nobody tells him how to handle that.

Gale falls asleep on the couch instead. 

-*~*-

When he awakes it’s night again and he feels such a violent sense of deja-vu that he has to do a walk-through of the whole house just to make sure that saving John hadn’t actually been a dream. That his body wasn’t lying somewhere with horrifying finality. 

Nobody tells you that maybe your husband's trauma-based decisions might cause a little trauma themselves.

Even though he knows there will be nothing - John's phone kept safely in a plastic bag along with the rest of his personal effects- Gale checks their messages first. Scans them for any sign, any slip that he may have missed that told him what Bucky was planning. ‘Love You’s’ and ‘Be Home Soons’ and ‘Get There Safes’. Bucky had been struggling, but he hadn’t seemed quite that bad yet.

Or maybe Gale just hadn’t wanted to see it. 

There’s a text from Curt showing his seven hour direct flight was only a half hour from landing. 

Exhaustion still claws at Gale as he shuffles out to the truck, clothes rumbled and sweaty from sleep, from stress; from wrestling a fucking firearm from a man determined to end his life and Gale’s in the same action. The truck is too silent. John usually sat to his right, hand on his thigh or the back of his neck; always touching Gale in a way the blonde allowed no other man to do.

He has to pull over to stop himself from hyperventilating.

When he pulls into the pick-up zone at the Airport it’s nearly deserted aside from a short familiar man in a windbreaker and military boots. 

Curt takes one look at his pale face and walks around the nose of the car to the driver's side.

“Budge over.” He says, opening the door and waving an impatient hand at Gale. 

Gale didn’t think he could, felt like his hands were glued to the smooth leather of the wheel. Just twenty-four hours ago he’d driven Bucky to the hospital in this car. He wondered at how quickly he’d gone from seeing the next steps so clearly in front of him to having to remember how to even speak. He was a puppet, his strings cut the moment John had entered the doors of the hospital. Through security guard checkpoints and metal detectors and locked doors. It was like being back in the desert with that level of protective diligence; or perhaps a prison

That can’t be very good for Bucky.

Nobody told him it might have been a good idea to inform the hospital why sometimes the glint of metal in the light made John do a double take.

When Gale still hasn’t moved, Curt lets out a tender sigh and unclips Gale’s seatbelt for him like the other man is a child.

“Come on Cleven, scoot on down the line.” He says gently, gives him a light push.

This is enough for him to move his wooden limbs, shuffle awkwardly over the center console and collapse gracelessly into the passenger seat. Curt hauls himself into the truck with an awkward grunt. He takes a second to maneuver his leg, move the seat upwards and the wheel down, and adjust the mirrors.

Gale sits there, opening and closing his hands. John had sat here last. Cried here not because he was alive and safe like Gale had cried; but for the opposite. 

Nobody told him how to sit in a puddle of his husband’s shed grief. 

“Here,” Curt tosses his phone into Gales lap. “Text Kenny for me will ya? Tell him I got y- got  here safe” 

“Does he know?” 

Curt pulls out of the airport, opens a window and leans his arm out as if he could air out the stuffy melancholy of the truck. “He asked where I was going. I didn’t-”

“John’s gonna hate it.” Gale mumbles “He won’t want anyone to know.” 

“Yeah, well, if he didn’t want people to know, maybe he shoulda woken you up. Shoulda called m-” Curt cuts himself off, presses sturdy boxer’s fingers to his mouth. “Fucking VA.” he curses again.

“Fucking VA.” Gale agrees. And it feels a little good. 

-*~*-

When they arrive back at the house It’s Curt that leads them inside. Curt, who picks up the gun, carefully disassembles it and puts it safely in the lock-box to be gotten rid of later. Curt who makes them a simple dinner of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

They stand at the counter, eating silently. Gale feels wired and too awake, his sleep schedule beyond to fucked. 

He’d have to call out of work tomorrow. Maybe take a short leave. How could he even pretend to be okay for the kids?

“This is- In here right?” Curt’s eyes are jumping around the dark room, searching searching. 

Nobody tells you the shame that curls in one's belly when you have to show your best friend the bullet hole that nearly ruined all their lives. 

Curt puts his hands on his hips, bread crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth and brow furrowed. Neither of them say much for a long time. Curt surveying and Gale staring a little blankly and replaying the sound of the gunshot over and over in his head.

“Well,” Curt finally drawls, “That’s an easy fix. You got any spackle?” he turns and smiles at Gale, crooked and reassuring, 

Gale thinks he’d like to tell someone about this part. The part where people show up for you.

#swiftywrites #buck x bucky #cleven #buck cleven #john egan #gale cleven #bucky egan #bitches have too many names #curt biddick #young vets au #suicide tw #mota

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Vatic - Chapter XII " A Different Coat "

Series Description : The youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent grows up split between the two sides of her family. With dreams plaguing her sleep of people she does not know, and a war looming ahead of her. She will be forced to choose between the two sides of her family, between the love for her brother, and the loyalty for her sister. 

Chapter Description : The wedding of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena

Warnings : Very young and arranged marriage, vague self harm, mentions of violence, mentions of a bedding ceremony, mentions of whoring, Aegon isn't a good person lmao, crude language ( please tell me if I missed anything !! )

Pairing : Eventual Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader ( cannon typical targcest idk what to tell you )

Word Count : 5.0 K

A/N : You all bullied me in my inbox so here's the chapter I was holding onto for like a month lmao

That morning, Y/n had awoken from a dreadful dream, and it had plagued her the entire day. The dream had been a rather short one, but it stuck in her mind. The sound of the music playing from above the unfamiliar castle hall. The notes and beats ominous and a harbinger for a tragedy. It was all hazy now as the hours of the day had progressed, but she had hummed it to herself as the sights flooded her thoughts. An older woman with auburn hair and a boney face, bright blue eyes, and her son, the same hair and eyes. But he wore a cape on his back, to direwolf head broaches keeping it pinned to his body. A Stark. 

Y/n could not put the visions in order. They had been scrambling since she had woken up. She would see the beautiful dark haired woman from the dream, clearly with child, laying in a pool of her own blood , lifeless. The words “- send their regards” echoing, but she could not attribute the voice to a single face, and she could not make out the name the man had said. A bolt from a crossbow in the young man’s shoulder, leaning over her. His mother holding a young girl captive, pleading with her son but Y/n could not remember what she had pleaded with him to do. All Y/n could remember before she woke up, was the woman’s sob.  A cry unlike anything Y/n had ever heard.

It had kept her rather silent through the wedding ceremony between Aegon and Helaena. Alicent was rather quiet as well, and could hardly bring herself to watch the ceremony but it was for a far different reason than Y/n’s. She had many dreams before, she believed she’d even seen the auburn haired young man before in a dream, but none of them had ever been so violent. None so capable of rendering her silent. She had opted to hook her pinky finger with Aemond’s to keep herself grounded as they had arrived back to the Red Keep for the reception, and she had remained quiet as she sat and ate in her and Aemond’s shared silence. 

Aegon had found his comfort with every time he had his cups replenished, and Helaena. . . She did not seem to find any comfort in her current station. She sat stiff, with her head bowed to stare into her lap. Aegon would not even dance with her at their own wedding feast, he spent more time giving attention to the serving girls who would then try to cower in the corners or with the ladies of the court to find refuge. Viserys was sitting at the table, hardly saying a word. exhausted in his own right. Y/n had heard the news. Four toes had been taken from him the night prior by the maester, and he been given a small dosage of milk of the poppy to keep the pain at bay, but not enough to where he looked content in his seat. 

The princess felt no empathy for her father. 

“Issi ao sȳrī?” Aemond whispered to her. This had been a running event between the two of them. If they did not wish for others to hear their conversations while surrounded, they would speak in High Valyrian. Helaena and Aegon would understand it, but Aegon, when he had practically drowned himself in wine, could hardly speak the common tongue, and Helaena wouldn’t tell anyone about their conversations. Their mother disliked when they did it, saying it was disrespectful, but they hadn’t paid much mind to their mother on the topic. 

But Y/n did not know how to answer his question. Are you well? 

“Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon,” She mumbled to him, turning her head to look at him. His brow bone and left eye were covered by a leather patch he had recently taken to wearing ever since he had accidentally scared a few ladies of the court when he walked around with his empty eye socket exposed. She turned her head to look back at the crowd, lords and ladies dancing, sitting in their seats eating and conversing. But what she had said was the truth. She didn’t know if she was alright. Was it truly a dream? Were any of the dreams she had in a similar vain even dreams? A majority of them felt like memories. Like she had been there with all of the men and women there. But she did not even know their names. Y/n knew them all, and yet, she did not. 

Faces stood out, and she could almost hear some of their voices, but she did not know their names, nor was she even sure they existed. Yet they plagued her. She felt Aemond’s hand gently grab her wrist from her lap, taking her hand to rest in both of his, but she felt on of his fingers trace along her cuticles. 

“Ao kostagon’t lua ōdrikagon aōla.” He told her. That brought her attention to her the hand he was holding, where she noticed the healing breaks in her skin. you can’t keep harming yourself. She had not even realized she had done so. She knew that she often picked at her nails and bit at her cuticles, but she had not known she’d become so vicious with it that they had begun bleeding. But she realized when it had likely happened. When she had been standing with Aemond, one hand in his, and the other up in front of her face. She remembered the faint taste of iron in her mouth as Helaena had quietly spoken her vows. 

Y/n pulled her hand out of his, resting it back on her lap, keeping her eyes trained on the dancers in front of her. Aemond sighed, still looking at her. But like a mirage, she could see the auburn haired young man standing by the doors of the great hall, staring at her blankly, a bolt of a crossbow lodged into his shoulder, a knife in his abdomen, his cape still being held in place by the direwolf head broaches. She did not understand. 

She had spent her entire childhood around the idea of violence, she’d grown up around tapestries of a lewd nature, and watch as men trained in the training yard, frequently getting hurt, and Theobrand had told her she was ready to begin hunting out in the Kings Wood with him as part of her training. She had no issue with the idea of harming an animal, but she supposed the idea of hurting another person had never truly crossed her mind. But even so, she did not know the nature of the young man’s death, he could have been a traitor, he could have been a warmonger, and yet, she felt an extreme sense of familiarity and sorrow when she saw him in such a state. 

But Y/n blinked, and he was gone. 

Nervously, she brought her hand up to her mouth, her teeth beginning to nibble at the skin around her nails. In the corner of her eye, she could see Aegon drowning down another cup of wine, and when she turned to look at him, he had finished the drink, but  he was holding the top of the glass by his mouth, but he was biting the nail of his thumb. A shared trait it would seem. 

“Princess,” 

Y/n looked back in front of her, quickly removing her hand from her mouth, looking at the young man in front of her. His hair light brown, and his eyes a dark brown. He wore an off white color, with red stitching. And his doublet was ornately embroidered with scarlett threads. And on the shoulder of his doublet, she could make out a red lion. 

“Ser Raymond Reyne,” He introduced himself, bowing his head to the two of them. Lord Robert Reyne had one son. And he was nine years Y/n’s senior, and he was at court. 

Y/n gave him an awkward nod in acknowledgement. “Ser,” She greeted. 

He briefly glanced at Aemond before back at Y/n. “I have only just arrived in King’s Landing from Castamere, Princess. I was told that the festivities here were quite elaborate. That appears to have been true.” 

Y/n nodded again “My family seems to have a taste for the dramatics,” She told him, feeling as Aemond took her hand under the table. “Does the Westerlands not have festivities so grandiose?” 

Ser Raymond chuckled. “Not quite so, Princess. The Lannisters and the Reynes have a taste for the dramatics just as much as the crown. . . but we do not have the gold that comes with the crown to afford them to be as grand as this.” He seemed to examine her from where he stood and she sat. 

She did not know what to say to him in response in the long pause of silence, all the while Aemond was squeezing her hand under the table, and she could see the scowl on his face from the corner of her eye. 

“Red suits you, Princess.” Raymond complimented, pointing to Y/n’s gown. It was the first time she had worn red in a very long time. And she had only gotten away with it because Alicent was so busy fussing over Helaena to express her distaste for Y/n’s choice in outfit. But she had chosen it herself. A crimson color, with golden stitching all along the sleeves of her gown creating the shapes of dragons and flame. She had done the embroidery herself. 

“Thank you, Ser.” She told him, a timid grin coming to grace her face. 

“Would you care to dance, Princess?” 

The question had Y/n frozen in her seat, squeezing Aemond’s hand, a lump forming in her throat. She knew how to dance, her mother had insisted she learn because of her birth status. A princess had to know how to dance in order to perform her duties as a lady of a castle or as a princess of the seven kingdoms. 

But the answer came tumbling from her lips before she could even truly think about what to say. “Yes,” 

Y/n stood, her hand slipping out of Aemond’s as she rounded the table. The table for their family had been placed on a temporary wooden dais, and Ser Raymond was standing on the stone floor. As she approached him, he reached his hand out for her to take and help her down. 

Her first impression when she placed her hand in his, was that it was much larger than her own, and the second was that his hands were calloused and firm. She stepped down onto the stone, finally noticing just how tall he truly was in comparison to her. He was a knight, and not a child, it was to be expected that he would be taller. 

Ser Raymond led Y/n to the dance floor as the prior song came to end. Once there, Ser Raymond turned her by her hand to face him, and as the next song began, he placed his free hand on her waist, and she rested her’s on his arm. 

“Your sister does not appear happy with her match to Prince Aegon.” Raymond stated as they began stepping. briefly gesturing with his chin to Helaena. 

“I do not know how my sister feels,” Y/n confessed. “But I do know she does not enjoy crowds. They make her uncomfortable.” 

Raymond nodded in understanding. “In my experience, in every wedding I’ve been to before, the bride is apprehensive as to what is to come.” 

Y/n tilted her head in confusion. “When the men carry her off?” The inquiry was met with a chuckle laced with condesention. She had heard it plenty before from Aegon. 

“Yes, Princess.” He said, recovering from his laughter. “Carrying her off.” He laughed again as they continued to dance. She narrowed her eyes at him, and pressed her lips into a fine line, but he seemed not to notice as he continued speaking. 

“It is my first time at court, Princess. What do you do for entertainment?” 

Y/n explained to him her archery practice, and how Theobrand trained her, but Ser Raymond seemed to be unsettled when she began to speak about it. She knew why. Her grandsire had been disturbed by a young girl learning any type of art of war or violence. He disliked it whenever he saw her in her training breeches, following Theobrand to the training yards. Most men found it unsettling. 

So she moved topics. She spoke of how she enjoyed history, and enjoyed when Aemond read to her philosophy books, or how she enjoyed to embroider her dresses while Aemond read to her, and that seemed to gain Raymond’s interest back. 

“What history seems to be your favorite, Princess?” He asked as he spun her around during the dance. 

“I enjoy the history of house Lannister.” She admitted shyly. Aemond had found it odd that she was interested in the history of a house that was not their own, but he had indulged it, even finding a book somewhere in the deep corners of the library about the Lannisters. 

“Lann the Clever and his scheming. The King and Queens of the Rock. I know much about Lannister history as well. The Reynes and Lannisters have a deeply intertwined history.” Raymond acknowledged. 

She nodded. “So I’ve read. Alys Reyne married a King of the Rock.” 

“Cerion Lannister. One of the greatest kings in the Lannister line.” Raymond informed. She had known the king’s name, but she had chosen to leave it out. Alys Reyne was the one who had married into the Lannister line. “The Lannisters frequently like to underestimate me and my family, treat as if we are subservient to them.” 

“You are a vassal house to them. . . You do serve them.” She reminded as the song came to an end. The two of them both stepped away from the dancing as the next song began. 

“A lion cannot rule over another lion. You do not know this, Princess, but in the wild, there is scarcely any lions in a pride. The lionesses make up the majority of it. And that is because the lions do not wish to be ruled.” Raymond took Y/n’s arm gently, leading her back to the dais. 

“And the lionesses do?” 

“That is unimportant. The point is that no other lion can command another. They are of two separate prides. With the same power.” Raymond’s ignorance was glimmering through his words. A house sigil meant nothing in comparison to those within the house. It was a dangerous thing to spout. The Lannisters were more powerful than the Reyenes. The Lannisters were far more prideful and their ambitions knew no bounds. The Reynes were audacious, and that was far more dangerous for them. 

As the approached the dais, Ser Raymond helped her step up. But before she left for her seat, she turned to look at him. She looked him up and down and the words came to her as she looked at him. “Only a cat of a different coat.” She saw him furrow his brows and only slightly tilt his head. “That is the only truth you know.” 

They shared a look of confusion. He was confused by her words just as much as she was. She quickly bowed her head to him and scurried off to the table, taking her seat beside Aemond once more, feeling his hand instantly incase her’s once more.

“Gaoman daor hae zirȳla” Aemond asserted from beside her. I do no like him.

“Gaomā daor jorrāelagon naejot, Lēkia” She told him softly. You do not need to, Brother. She looked at him only to find he was staring Ser Raymond down as he spoke with his father, Lord Reyne, and a young woman. “You cannot dislike someone just because I danced with them. Surely there must be another reason?”

Aemond shook his head in response, continuing to stare down the Reynes from their seats. She sighed in response, leaning over to him to place her spare hand of his. His temper had begun to grow in recent weeks. “Umbagon gīda.” She soothed. Remain calm. 

“My lords and ladies! I believe it is time for the bedding ceremony!” A man bellowed from the crowd. There was then obnoxious clamouring from the lot of them, and almost as if in a flash, their mother had appeared behind her and Aemond, a firm hand on both of their shoulders. 

Y/n watched as Aegon downed the last of his wine and stood up from his seat, wobbling a bit as he did so. Confidence was oozing from his posture as he found his balance, however, Helaena stood timidly, her head hung as she did so. Many others stood as well. Aemond had stood only to step closer to Y/n as Aegon and Helaena stepped down from the dais, and a swarm of women of the court approached Aegon, giggling and laughing as they pracitally herded him out of the great hall, their hands lingering on his body. 

The men. . . they looked predatory as they approached Helaena. They did not herd her in the way that the women had done to Aegon. They were grabbing and pulling, shoving, dragging her out of the great hall, and Y/n could make out her look of distress as they got her out of the hall, going in the same direction as the women had taken Aegon. 

The great hall grew quiet, and Y/n was sat there, staring at the grand doors in confusion. “I believe it is time for the two of you to go to bed.”

“But, Mother-” Aemond tried to speak

“You heard your mother, Aemond. You and Y/n need to find your ways to your beds. Go.” Their grandsire interrupted. His tone firm and commanding yet quiet enough to where it did not strike fear in them. 

“It is a celebration, I see no reason why they may not stay up later than my wife insists for them.” Viserys was speaking through deep breaths, as though he had climbed a vast amount of stairs and was attempting to keep his fatigue unnoticed by those around him. 

But Y/n was already standing from her seat to go to her bedchambers, quietly walking around the table to step off of the dais and go to her chambers, but the moment that her foot touched off the dais, Maris had appeared, and taken her by the arm, interlocking their elbows, and the Tarly girl set a brisk pace for the two of them down the great hall to the large wooden doors. 

Maris was wearing her house colors, her hair gracefully fallen around her face and back, two small braids at either side of her head having been pulled to the back and tied together. Y/n did not understand why Maris had not gone with the other ladies of the court, or why she had suddenly grabbed her, or why they had been walking at such a fast pace. 

“Maris-”

“Princess, you have to pass Aegon’s bedchambers to go to your own. You will get lost in the chaos.” Maris informed her, her other hand coming to squeeze Y/n’s forearm. 

Y/n still did not understand what she meant by it. Or why they were doing what they were doing. 

“You should be with Helaena, you are her maid-” 

Maris came to a sudden stop, and Y/n watched as she suddenly looked around them for any sign of someone whose presence would be unwelcomed. But once she had decided no such person was there, she turned her attention back to Y/n, fulling facing her and placing her hands on Y/n’s shoulders. “Believe me when I say no lady or maiden wants to be in that room. The only ones who do are the depraved deviants of the court. I do not wish for you to get lost in the crowd outside of the room.” 

Y/n opened her mouth to speak, but Maris beat her to the punch. “Your grandsire found it more fitting that I was your maid-in-waiting, you are a young maiden in need of other maidens in your presence. Helaena does not seem too comfortable with multiple maids in her presence. Now, we should get you to your chambers before your mother has my head.” 

Y/n remained silent, and Maris led her through the familiar halls until the reached the royal apartments. She could hear shouting echoing through the corridors, and some of Aegon and Helaena’s clothing littering the floor as Maris turned a corner. And that’s where Y/n saw them. The ladies and lords, and knights and maidens of the court standing and hollering outside of Aegon’s door. Many of the ones who were up against the door had their ears pressed up against it, cackling and yelling profanities. 

Maris pulled Y/n closer to her, an arm snaking around Y/n’s shoulders to keep her close. Maris had been right. She would have gotten lost in the chaos. The swarm took up an entire portion of the corridor, and Maris was getting ready to shove through them. 

“Deflower your new bride, My Prince!” One man yelled. They were incredibly loud. Y/n brought her hands up to her ears, to at least try to muffle the sound. 

“Be sure you know where you’re putting it!” Another man yelled. As they began to push through the lot of them, Y/n and Maris were being bumped into from everyone moving around. They finally made their way through the massive crowd of people, but it did not end. 

The yelling continued. “Well, at least we know she’s a maiden!” A woman yelled. “Was a maiden!” A man responded. When Y/n had taken her hands away from her ears for a brief second, she could hear Helaena’s wailing from the otherside of the door. She made an attempt to get out of Maris’ grasp to run to the door. Her sister was in trouble, but Maris prevented her from leaving, practically dragging her down the rest of the length of the hall until the reached her own bedchambers, where Maris practically shoved her into the room. 

“Helaena needs help!” Y/n screeched at Maris, attempting to shove past her to reach her door, but Maris grabbed her and pulled her away. But Y/n attempted to shrug her loose, but Maris’ grip was far to tight, no doubt leaving red marks in Y/n’s skin through the fabric. 

Maris grabbed Y/n from around the waist, pulling her back from the door, but Y/n was kicking at her legs and hitting at her arms with closed fists.

“Princess, please!” Maris pleaded. 

“Unhand me!” she shouted back, trying to loosen Maris’ grip on her arms, but the older girl was stronger, and more determined it would seem. Determined to disallow Y/n from protecting her sister from whatever harm was falling onto her.

“Y/n, enough!” Maris finally shouted, grabbing the young princess by her face, both of Maris’ hands on either side of her jaw. Y/n fell silent. No one had ever dared speak to her in such a way before. Too afraid of the Queen’s response. And when Rhaenyra was still in King’s Landing, they were equally petrified as to what the crowned princess would do to anyone who so much as laid an unwanted touch to Y/n. 

Y/n’s eyes with the purple portion in one of them locked with Maris’ amber colored ones. Her brows were pinched together, and her shoulders hunched up in frustration, her hair a bit frizzed up in the aftermath of their struggling with one another. 

“Why will you not allow to go to Helaena’s aide?” Y/n’s voice was quiet. Defeated. Her own friend would not allow her to protect her kin. Sweet Helaena who never voiced her displeasure except in ‘hms’ and uncomfortable expressions she did not seem to have control over. Helaena had no ill will to anyone, and kept to herself. 

“Princess. . .” Maris sighed, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts into what could be coherent words. “Do you know what happens when a man and woman are wed?” Y/n stayed quiet. She did not think that there was much that they did. “Oh, Y/n. . .” Maris seemed to have come to an unpleasant realization. “I would have thought your lady mother would have at least given you some clue.” 

“Maris, I do not understand?” 

“Your brother is a drunk, whoring, letcher of a prince. He has no morals and he is depraved. He sneaks out of the Red Keep at night to go whoring around Flea Bottom and the Street of Sisters.” Maris’ words were calloused, her thoughts on Aegon made extremely clear through her unwavering and deepened voice. 

“Maris-”

“They are doing the bedding ceremony, Princess.” Maris interrupted. “And your brother knows only the whores of Flea Bottom who are experienced and have been used by men like him their entire lives so they make profit of it. On the streets of King’s Landing you can find a brothel or a common whore every block. Women who will allow men like Aegon to do to them as they please.”

Y/n’s eyelids refused to blink. Instead, they stayed wide open, mouth agape at Maris’ words. Y/n had heard the phrases ‘whore’ and ‘common whore’ before. She believed she’d even heard the word ‘brothel’ before. But she did not know what any of them meant. And the way Maris spat her words out of her mouth like a rotten fruit was beginning to make Y/n believe they were bad things. 

“Young men and women are very different, Princess. In many ways. You and I are the same because we possess wombs and all the same bits between our legs. Men are the same because they all share the same bits as one another between their own legs as well. Bedding is when a man puts his in a woman’s.” 

“What?” Y/n stuttered out. Her stomach churned at the very wording of Maris’ sentence. 

But the Tarly girl was growing frustrated. Y/n could see it in the way she was breathing and the way her eyes held a certain unknown look in them. Anger. 

“Men derive pleasure and gratification from shoving their cocks into a woman. And many men do not know how to treat their new wife on their wedding night. Your brother included. Your sister sounded like she was in pain because she was.”

Y/n shook her head, stepping away from her. “And you would not allow me to help? To defend her?” 

“You cannot help her in this, sweet girl.” Y/n did not like that Maris was older than her in this moment. Because despite her own denial of the situation she had heard through the stone walls and wooden door of Aegon’s bedchambers, she knew in her very core that Maris would not lie to her. “It is expected of her. And Aegon is her husband, to everyone else in the realm is the one who commands her. You could not tell him or prevent him from harming her if it was what he wished to do. But in this, Princess, you must trust and believe me, he just did not care that she was a maiden.” 

Y/n looked at Maris once again. “Must I one day do that?” 

Maris chewed her bottom lip and avoided Y/n’s gaze. The silence was palpable. But she saw her nod. “All ladies must.” She finally answered. “Some men are kind and gentle. You may get lucky with one of those men, Princess. Princess Helaena was unlucky in her match.” 

The young princess found herself wishing she was anywhere but there in that moment. She wanted to find an escape. She did not know what to do with her hands, or her feet. But she had such a strong urge to start running and just never stop. She felt completely useless in that moment. She could not help her sweet elder sister. She could not run to her mother in fear of being told their topic of conversation was improper. She did not wish to discuss it with Aemond who was likely just as at a loss on the topic as she was. She did not care to speak to the king, she did not like her grandsire in truth. 

She wanted Rhaenyra. 

She wanted to run to her eldest sister and find comfort in her embrace as she once did when she resided at the Red Keep. She wished to discuss the complexities of life she was at a loss for. Letters did not suffice. 

Rhaenyra would answer any question Y/n posed to her to the best of her ability. She would rub Y/n’s back and stroke her hair in the way Y/n always liked. Rhaenyra would be of some comfort. She longed to be called ‘Dae’ once more. She did not know why Rhaenyra called her that. But she missed the pure and unadulterated affection that came with it. Alicent always appeared to have a hint of guilt whenever she showed affection to Y/n and her siblings, she did not allow herself to openly and publicly show affection for her children. She would lay a hand on their shoulders, or grab her and Aemond’s hands within her own, and would be affectionate in the only way she knew how in private, she’d hold Y/n when she went to her mother’s chambers, but she longed for the embraces that were initiated by Rhaenyra. 

Maris pulled Y/n into a tight embrace, but it was not what she had wanted. “I want Rhaenyra.” She admitted in a murmur.

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[mellowwillowy]

For Personal Read only, really OOC.

"Let go of Dire right now you bastards!!" You roared toward the STYX's guards that were escorting Crowley, ready to give the automatons a hard kick.

Just before Trein could keep the knocked-down automatons another knock, one had threateningly loomed behind you, ready to bash your head.

But it never did so, not when Crowley's magic had prevented anything from touching you, not even the staffs. "My, my! I have told you gentlemen I'd follow you obediently so why bother my student? I am gracious enough to not scrape you so let them go!"

It took time for the automatons to recompose themselves, alternating to a default mode before Crowley dispersed the magic barrier. "I'll be back so no need to trouble yourself with these gentlemen! See? This is why I've always told you to not act with brawn over brain!" Crowley gave your cheek a playful pinch before turning his heels back, "Professor Trein, I assume you are kind enough to watch them in my absence?"

It was not a question, it was an order.

"Khk-! Meanies! I will find a way to drag you out myself!"

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Crowley couldn't find you in the college, not when any of the ravens were able to find you. He had to manage and find which raven was smart enough to tail after you and fortunate was him, a crow managed to sneak into the Island of Woe.

But what was more amusing was the fact that there were 2 ravens that tailed 2 subjects into the island. One resting on your hand while the other was trapped in a cage, observing one of his students.

The other student who belonged in the Ignihyde dorm, sat like an honored guest with tea and desserts lined for them to consume. It appeared that this student had a connection with the Shroud Family, he assumed.

To be fair, he was not assuming. He was merely monologuing like a main character who had no idea of anything.

That student, was 'you'. And he knew you better than anyone would ever be. In summary, that student was a humanoid developed by a certain family and the Shroud family.

Caught in a pitiful state just like Ortho Shroud, the student miraculously survived despite being pronounced dead. It was only a slight chance of living as a human but both families were quick enough to find a way to pull them from the underworld.

It was more of a prisoner in a humanoid body, a prisoner that yearned to die, contrasting Ortho Shroud's wish. Neither of them had the same noble wish but both of them shared a goal. To eradicate the world for a mutual chance of living.

Idia was never fond of you, as he quoted, he found your gaze unsettling. Unsettlingly familiar, similar to the student. But what unsettled him the most was the fact that Ortho was very fond of you just like how he acted with him.

And he hated how his guts seemed to whisper some ominous truth about you and the student who resided in his dorm. Perhaps the trip to the Island of Woe would help ease him down?

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Vil managed to yank Idia up while you were trying your best to not fall. Alas, it was pointless, a pair of inky hands kept you still by your ankle, legs, thighs, and then to your face.

With the same pair of eyes you two shared, the blot stared into you in disdain and grudge, pulling you deeper into the underworld. What greeted you was not death but a burst of magic.

Just before you could put it to good use, the same raven that stuck around you burst into an army of ravens, circulating around you to the point you couldn't see their eyes anymore. Only darkness enveloped you.

"You must not join us just yet, don't worry, I will console them later"

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"Woah, Vil, what happened to you? Did I sleep for another thousand years again?" were your first words the moment you woke up. It couldn't be helped, aside from Lilia's burgundy eyes, Vil was the one who caught most of your attention.

"Silence! You were only asleep for hours!" "Lilia seemed to enjoy playing the role of a prince when he transferred his magic onto you with his lip." Malleus quoted as he observed everything.

"Pukukuku, how does it feel like to be woken up like a princess?" Lilia gave your cheek another smooch before dropping you on both legs. You were perfectly fine, alive in a youthful appearance.

Magic.

You tried to imagine something, to prove that you were capable of using it but failed miserably. You couldn't wield even one bit.

Ortho Shroud. Idia Shroud. Those two names rang in your head.

They have to know how to regain my power.

Oh if only you turn your suspicion toward Crowley.

#TWST x Reader #Dire Crowley x Reader #Twisted Wonderland #TWST

[goldensunset]

i didn't think i cared much for n's final battle theme bc i'm a sucker for melodically strong pieces aka certified bangers. but i must say it does a good job at making you uncomfortable when you really listen to the details. it's got tritones, clock ticking sounds, heartbeats, fire and lighting sound effects for reshiram and zekrom, up and down flights, ominous choir, plenty of dissonance. i woke up in a cold sweat at like 5am today with it hauntingly stuck in my head for some reason and that makes it deserving of my respect

#i would have preferred something more melodic to go with the theme of his heroic and pure heart. and his name #but it does a good job at being like hey there really is something genuinely wrong with this man #it sure sounds.. unnatural....... #he is undoubtedly human and full of love and justice. but he's also broken and misguided #he's barely had any real human interactions in his life and has like no social skills #he has at least one confirmed supernatural power in being able to speak to pokémon #apparently the ticking clocks were supposed to represent the ability to see into the past/future that got scrapped? #but i feel like that's still at least partially canon bc he does mention something like that #the ticking clocks and heartbeats at once are so unsettling. like a duality between machine and human #he's a human being who's been raised to be. less than that. treated as a pawn #obsessed with precise calculations. literally called a 'freak without a human heart' #alternatively it could be meant to represent like hey here's him breaking down and losing it #he already knows he's wrong but can't let go of it yet #they could've included the theme of mechanical calculations but still included a solid melody for his true heart #but his true heart is clouded at that point #man i love blorbo #i need to study him #pokémon #and see. ghetsis' battle theme similarly is dissonant and ominous rather than catchy #so maybe n's thing is that since he's doing all this as ghetsis' puppet #but also like ghetsis' is way more simple and n's is frantic and chaotic #to show how ghetsis is pretty much just pure evil and self-absorbed (the man has choir chanting his name!!!) #but n is conflicted and troubled inside and doesn't even know who he is anymore #natural harmonia more like. unnatural disharmonia #(is 'gropius' also a music thing i genuinely don't know) #bw

[cheerfullycatholic]

A Looming Figure

It was late in the evening as Cole Williamson flew down the lonely, dark backroad; his beat up, black Mazda running on fumes.

“We’re not gonna make it,” his friend, Max Contraras, said from the passenger seat, looking at the map on his phone.

“We’re gonna make it,” Cole replied, flipping on the blinker before turning left down a bumpy dirt road.

Tree branches overhead looked like ghastly figures. The crescent moon, bright and ominous, cast shadows in front of them that all too closely resembled creatures prowling next to the road, waiting for someone to snatch away into the night.

With only a mile left to go to reach the gas station, the engine began to sputter, and the car started slowing down.

“No, no, no…” Cole mumbled, stomping on the pedal. “Come on, we’re almost there!”

“I told you we weren’t going to make it,” Max laughed, causing Cole to glare as he pulled the car over to the side of the road.

The two friends sat in the darkness for a moment, listening to the bugs chirp around them. Cole looked around, trying to get ahold of his surroundings. They had passed the forest and were now next to the thick, towering cornfields on either side of them. Ahead was a rundown, faded blue barn that looked to be abandoned, and behind was a farmhouse, surrounded by trees.

“How far away is the gas station? Do you think we could walk?” Cole asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“I’m not leaving the car! If there’s one thing I learned from watching scary movies, it’s that when you break down on a creepy road next to a cornfield, you stay in your car and wait for help.” Max replied, folding his arms across his chest.

Cole sighed, rolling his eyes. “Who would we call to help us? My dad would be pissed if I woke him up this late at night and made him drive a half an hour to bring us gas.”

The two started arguing, Max sinking deeper into his seat as he yelled. Just as Cole raised his hand to punch his friend on the arm, a light brightened the road from behind them.

“Oh man… We’re gonna die!” Max groaned, gripping his seatbelt harder. Cole unlocked the door, stepping out as the car pulled to a stop behind them.

“Don’t go out there!” Max hissed, grabbing his friend’s shirt. Cole swatted his hand away, “Dude, just shut up and stay in the car.” He swung the door shut as someone stepped into the beam of the headlights.

“Broke down?” An older man asked. He wore simple clothes, a long sleeve gray shirt and jeans. His brown hair was short, and he looked friendly enough, but Cole noticed the gun strapped to his side as he approached him.

“Outta gas,” He replied, standing at the back of his car. “The station’s just a mile away, right? I was gonna walk.”

Closer now, the man held out his hand. “Dan Foster. Yeah, it’s not too far. I could give you a ride if you want.”

Cole shook the man’s hand, introducing himself. “That’d be great, thanks. Do you know if they sell gas cans there?” He asked. Dan said they do and Cole told Max what was going on.

“You’re going to go with that guy?!” Max whispered, his eyes wide. “What if he kills you?”

“He seems friendly, despite the gun.” Cole whispered back, “We need the gas, man.”

Max tried to protest, but Cole was already closing the door.

Please protect us he prayed, before climbing into Dan’s car, leaving Max in the darkness.

“I hate him, I’m never talking to him again after this,” Max mumbled, wringing his hands together. It was a cloudy night and every time they would block out the moon and cover the road in darkness, his heart would beat faster. Every possible, horrible scenario was racing through his head. People in pig masks, devil children, cannibals, zombies… Max envisioned how he’d die over and over again until he could barely breathe.

“Just stop it! You’re gonna be fine, man, just stop.” He said, a hand over his heart. “They’re just movies.” He doublechecked that the doors were locked, then sighed. Closing his eyes, he rested his head against the window, humming the song that has been stuck in his head all day. He started to calm down as he reached the chorus, but then, to his horror, he heard a rustling in the field.

Max shot up in his seat, heart racing, as he looked out the window, fearing what he might see, yet not being able to tear his eyes away. The rustling slowly got louder, and the fear in him grew, the cornstalks swaying. Max held his phone in front of him, about to press the call button under Cole’s name, when a shape appeared out of the field, and a deer immerged.

“Oh, come on!” Max exclaimed, letting out the breath he was holding in. “Don’t do that to me!” He laughed, running a shaky hand through his hair as he sat back, dropping his phone onto his lap. He watched the deer as it hesitantly jumped over the ditch and stepped onto the road, inspecting the front of the car. He smiled as it sniffed the headlights, its ears moving back and forth.

Maybe it’s not so bad out here after all… Max thought. The deer, losing interest in the car, started walking across the road, but paused again in the middle of it. Max watched as it looked to the sky, ears standing up. The clouds moved away from the moon and cast just enough light for Max to see a great shadow fly over the car and sweep up the deer, carrying it down the road.

Max screamed as he watched the thing drop the deer in the road, landing on top of it with a loud thud. Its feathery wings spread wide as it tore into the deer, ripping off a leg and throwing it to the side.

Max couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It looked like any regular owl, but it stood taller than him, looming over the corn in the field next to them. Max, in a panic, reached for his phone, but couldn’t find it. Cursing loudly, he moved his seat back, feeling around in the darkness.

“Yes!” He exclaimed once he found it. Hands shaking, he dialed his friend’s number, pressing the phone against his ear as he watched the bird devour the deer. It rang three times before Cole picked up.

“Dude you gotta get back here right now!” Max yelled into the phone. “There’s…” He paused, staring at the creature before him. It had stopped eating the deer, removing its talons from the carcass. Cole was yelling on the other end of the call, asking what was going on, but Max was too stunned to speak. The owl turned its head to face him and Max screamed. The giant bird took flight and was headed right for the car, when headlights appeared behind it. Max closed his eyes, sinking to the floor with his hands on his head. He heard three shots ring out, then pounding on the passenger door.

“Max, unlock the door!”

His hands fumbled for the button, falling out once it was open. Cole knelt beside him, frantically trying to quiet him. Max hadn’t realized he’d been screaming until his friend roughly shook him. “Shut up!” Cole hissed, “It’s gone.”

Cole hauled his friend into the car. Dan stood in the road; gun drawn. “It’s gone for now. Y’all should head out. It’ll be safer in town.”

“What was that!” Cole demanded, walking around the car.

“Big ass owl,” Dan replied. “Showed up a few months ago, took off with one of the neighbor’s cows. We’ve been trying to hunt it, but it’s pretty good at hiding. This is the first time I’ve seen it go after a person.”

Cole looked in the direction it flew in, trying to comprehend everything he just witnessed, when Max spoke up behind him.

“It wasn’t just a big owl,” he said, legs shaking as he leaned against the hood of the car. “It had a human face.”

Dan’s eyebrows furrowed, holstering his gun. “Are you sure?”

Max nodded, glancing at the deer carcass down the road. “It looked at me and it had a human face with a beak, I swear.”

“I just saw a bird the size of my car, I’ll believe anything at this point,” Cole shivered. “Let’s just get out of here.”

Dan grabbed the small gas can. “This should be enough to get you to the station.” He paused before handing it to Cole. “Please don’t say anything to anyone about the bird. We don’t need the feds out here. Alright?” Hesitantly, Cole nodded, grabbing the can.

“What about the deer?” Max asked.

“I don’t think it’s eaten in a while, it’ll be back for it,” Dan replied, pulling out his phone. “We’ll be ready.”

#weird bird story #original story #fiction #scary story #if you ever happen to find this in a horror anthology on amazon i didnt steal it i swear i am the original author

[nynelivesix]

SEVERANCE

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

CW! Violence

PROLOGUE <-<-

Chapter One ~ Decisions and Desserts

You could feel its lingering presence in the house when you awoke. Hatred, disdain, melancholy. You could almost hold it as it drifted through the air. The breeze that travelled through the corridors of your family home carried the scent of blood. You could taste it on the tip of your tongue. It made your gums sting, tasting bitter and rotten, like a grapefruit forgotten on the tree, left to fall and decay. As the sun peaked over the sullen clouds and the old grandfather clock downstairs chimed ominously, you brushed your fingers against the door that'd been left ajar. The hinges creaked in the cold dawn din, and there in front of you, lying on the bed, were your greatest challenge, your tormentors, your abusers. Your parents were dead.

You sat on the front step of your childhood home, a small bag packed with what little belongings you could call your own sat contently beside you. The sun had pushed itself up from its slumber and shone high above the horizon. You had sat silently at the kitchen table for a few hours, staring down at the home phone in shock. You'd seen plenty of cuts and bruises before, but nothing could have prepared you for what death truly looked like. You had been forbidden from touching the phone, and even now that their lifeless, mangled bodies lay upstairs, you couldn't help but feel a little bit anxious. Finally, summing up the courage, you brushed your fingers against the plastic buttons. Your trance was rudely interrupted by the eerie chime of the doorbell. While a peculiar individual, the man at the door seemed nice enough. He had instructed you to sit outside and wait for him to investigate your home. So you sat, head leaning against the door and legs stretched out down the stairs, the solid canopy above you sheltering you from the incoming heat of the rays of the new day. A gentle pitter-patter came down on the roof above you. The smell of rain and dust made your shoulders relax. You pulled your legs in away from the stairs, the rain coating the tips of your leather boots. A sun shower. You closed your eyes and revelled in the warmth of the sun and the smell of the rain. You felt strangely at peace sitting on the porch of a murder scene.

The door behind you opened, and your body almost fell backwards inside the house. You jolted upright at the movement and sat wide-eyed, looking up at the man above you.

"Hey, hey, sorry, sleepy head", the man laughed gently.

He had perfect white hair that stuck upright in all directions, a black blindfold held it in place.

He kneeled to you, his face a little too close to yours. You flinched back a bit from him, your hand shifting to sit on the wet edge of the deck.

"You have any aunties or uncles?"

You shook your head.

"Grandparents?"

"No sir", you asserted.

"Hmm, well then. I guess you'll have to come with me."

"With all due respect, sir, you randomly showed up at my house, and I don't know you."

He scratched his neck thoughtfully, his skin reddening under his touch.

"Trueeee", he trailed off.

He shifted out of the doorway and closed the door behind him. You felt the wood vibrate gently as he sat down beside you. It was silent for a moment, the world returning to the tranquil, picturesque scene that'd lulled you to sleep in the first place.

"How much do you know?", the man beside you took a bat and brutally smashed apart your serenity.

"Not much, sir. I woke up, and they were dead, and I wasn't", you responded, perhaps a little too coldly.

He faked a shiver as if your words had iced the world over, "Ahh no, not about that. You're a sorcerer, right?"

"You mean like a wizard? No sir, I'm um, I'm..", you paused for a moment to think of how to classify yourself and what you'd been raised to be.

Your mind reverberated behind your eyes, "You are a soldier.", Your thoughts asserted.

"I'm a soldier, that's what I was raised to be anyway", your eyes drifted away from the blindfold on the man's face, and instead, you looked out into the front yard.

"A soldier, huh, in this day and age.. I didn't realise any of them were still alive.", he pondered aloud.

"Sir, who are you?", you returned your gaze up to the man beside you.

He reached a finger up to his blindfold and hooked it underneath the soft fabric dragging it down his face and leaving it to rest around his neck. Long white eyelashes fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light. Staring down at you, with a gentle gaze, were two gorgeous blue eyes. You couldn't help but stare back in quiet awe.

"That's an easy question to answer. I'm a sorcerer. The strongest."

You kicked your leg a little in annoyance, and small droplets of water flew down the toe of your boot. That answer just left you with more questions.

"My turn to ask a question, you've been trained to use cursed energy?", he quirked an eyebrow at you, his eyes bore into yours.

You thought for a moment. Your parents referred to your abilities as cursed energy once or twice, but they usually just referred to it as 'strength' or 'power'. Your father didn't have the ability to do what you could, and your mother never received any sort of training, so her power was lacking compared to yours.

"Yes sir, that's correct."

"So you ARE a sorcerer."

"No sir, I'm a soldier."

"Do you know what sorcerers are?"

"I've read about them. We protect them. Our family has always protected sorcerers."

He chuckled a little, looking out and over the quiet streets of the sparsely populated area you called home. You couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied with your answer. You'd never actually protected anyone before, let alone the people you were predestined to protect.

"What's your name, kiddo?"

'Kiddo', what a strange term. It snuck a small smile on your face and made the sun's warmth push deeper then just surface level.

"(y/n) (l/n), sir", you spoke firmly but quietly.

"How old are you (y/n)?"

"As of today, I'm eighteen", you spoke as if you knew the man in front of you before scrambling to add on formalities, "Sir."

The man jumped up causing you to clench your fists in surprise, "Well this is no way to spend a birthday", he shook his head as if affirming his own words, "how'd you like to come and live with some sorcerers (y/n)?"

A choice. You'd never really been given one of those before. Certainly nothing this important. You weighed the opportunity despite the little voice in your head jumping around like a frog on cocaine in excitement.

"I suppose that would be okay", you smiled.

The man, who had finally revealed his name to be Satoru Gojo, took your small bag over his shoulder and hurried you into the back seat of a black sedan. He joined you in the back seat, placing the small duffel bag between you. The man in the front seat drove through the quiet suburbs and into the bustling city.

"Stop here, please", Gojo smiled sweetly at the driver.

The both of you exited the vehicle and thanked the driver. You turned to Gojo before tapping your pockets frantically.

"My bag, I left it in the car!", you turned to chase after the long-gone car.

"Ah, don't worry too much. It'll be home when we get there."

"Home?"

"Yeah, your new home that is", Gojo was typing on his phone, not looking at you.

"Are you sure, Gojo, sir?"

He looked up from his phone, removing a hand from the screen and reaching out above you. His palm loomed over the top of your head as you shrunk away from it, but he just ruffled your hair.

"Absolutely sure, (y/n)."

You fixed your hair, uncertain about how to feel about his over-familiarity with you.

"Where are we going, sir?"

"Weeeellll.." Gojo leaned back unnaturally to look at you, "What's an eighteenth without a bit of celebrating, huh? Plus, we have some time to kill before your meeting with the principal."

Gojo beckoned for you to follow him. You'd never been around so many people before, and it was completely overwhelming. The smell of car fumes and fast food was prominent on every corner and you couldn't pick a point to focus.

"Here we are", Gojo opened the door to a small shop, the soft white door frame leaked the smell of sugar. He gestured for you to enter.

Decadent pastries and painstakingly intricate cupcakes decorated glass display cases. Small fairy lights hung from the walls and plants ran from their pots around the perimeter of windows and countertops.

"What's your favourite flavour of cake (y/n)?", Gojo sat with you on the waiting bench.

You weren't really allowed to eat sweets as a kid, although you did have guests over once, and your mother had baked a simple chocolate cake with strawberries on top for them to share at the table. You remembered the smell in the kitchen being intoxicating, hoping that maybe just this once, your parents would give you a piece. During the visit, you were confined from your room, but as you heard the adults shuffle out onto the veranda, you had snuck downstairs. You couldn't help but be a little greedy and grab one of the larger pieces left on the plate. The cake was delicious, and you wished you'd stolen another piece. Unfortunately for you, as you scurried upstairs, your mother caught you through the stained glass window and took a mental note to punish you when the guests had vacated. Regardless, your small victory and your sweet reward almost made the lack of dinner worth it.

"Chocolate I think, with strawberries on top."

"Ooh that does sound nice", Gojo turned longingly towards the display case.

He rose from the seat, gesturing for you to stay seated. The man at the front welcomed Gojo happily.

"Hello sir, how can I help you today?", the man bore a kind smile and a messy apron.

"I'd like to place an order for a birthday cake, please", Gojo tilted his head to the side, trying to look as cute as possible.

The man placed the order for the cake blushing gently at Gojo's antics.

"That should be available for pickup in three days", the man at the counter fiddled with the buttons on the tablet in front of him, "we'll send you a message to let you know."

"Aww that's such a shame, my precious niece will be so upset."

Gojo pulled his blindfold down revealing his eyes and he pushed his hand up through his hair dramatically. He looked dejectedly down at the floor.

"She'll be so upset", he slowly raised his puppy dog gaze up to the cashier, whose face was beet red, clearly enamoured with the tall white-haired man in front of him.

"It'll be ready this afternoon!"

"Oh, thank you so much."

You couldn't help but feel like you'd just watched possibly the most absurd interaction any human being has ever seen. Gojo sauntered back on over to you, two paper bags and takeaway cups juggled between his hands. You couldn't say anything, you just sat there, mouth agape.

"I know, I'm incredible", Gojo fixed his blindfold and passed a cup and a bag down to you.

You nodded your head at him, slowly taking the items from his hands. You and Gojo sat in the café for a while; he'd bought you a strawberry cupcake and a hot chocolate. You chatted with him about your home life and your parents. You couldn't help but notice his eyebrows wrinkle together at some of the things you told him.

"Sir, this might be the best meal I've ever had. Thank you", you smiled contently down the now empty cup and crumpled paper bag.

"Well, be prepared to have that change more often. You'll be totally spoiled at Jujutsu Tech."

You both stood and waved goodbye to the cashier, disposing of your rubbish on the way out.

The car arrived outside of the café right on time to pick you and Gojo up and take you to your new home. Gojo seemed to be certain that you could pull off your interview with the principal, although you couldn't help but feel nervous. You also couldn't deny the pit in the back of your mind that contained the events of the early morning. Your parents laying in their bed, their eternal slumber brutal and unwavering.

"You'll do great! Don't stress too hard, okay kid?", Gojo placed a hand on your back.

You stepped forward through the towering wooden doors, unprepared but at the same time completely ready.

#jjk #sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen #fanfiction #fanfic #curses #cursed #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #nobara kugisaki #megumi fushiguro

[wineauntharry]

Can you do a one shot inspired by The Bomb by Florence and the Machine?

Hi anon! I hope you like this. You didn’t say about who so i just used harry since that was the only person i had written for when you requested this

 It's very angsty but that is my specialty. Sad girls rise up! Sorry if this strays from the song a little. My mind was all over the place because the song confused me a little.

Based off of : The Bomb by Florence and The Machine ANDDD Lead Me On by Nate Poshkus!!!

The Bomb// h.s.

Everyone was right. I knew being with Harry would be no easy feat, but I didn’t expect it to hurt me this bad. I was never gonna be her. I was never gonna be his love, his forever, none of that. 

Unavailability was his entire brand. A touring popstar who could have whoever he wanted, I should’ve known that it wasn’t me. I’ve blown apart my life for him.

I had woken up to a flood of text messages from my best friend Anna. One stuck out to me the most.

“don’t open twitter.” she wrote.

It was ominous, but I trusted her. I’ve never been a good listener, so naturally I opened it and went right to my trending bar.

“Popstar Harry Styles spotted with Ex Lover Olivia Wilde! Sparking Dating rumors!”

I froze. I was surprised, but at the same time I wasn’t. I was never special, I wasn’t too blind for that. But God, he could at least fake it for a little longer. 

This could’ve been the best thing that’s ever happened to us, until he decided not to do it. I was free to love him but he didn’t want me. I sat my phone down and thought about all the time Harry had spent making me feel like I meant something to him. All of the surprise candle lit dinners, last minute vacations, little love letters left in the bathroom before he went to the studio.

I mean, we were never ‘dating’, but he damn near acted like we were. Strangers to friends, friends to lovers, lovers to strangers but who’s fucking surprised. 

I wanted to call him so bad.I knew if he saw me like this he would come back, tell me he didn’t want her, and I would fall for it.

I forced myself out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. As I was brushing my teeth I heard my phone buzz. I ignored it but then it happened again, and again, and again.

“harry- 3 missed calls”

“harry: i swear i wouldn’t do this to you, you know that.”

I didn’t have a reason to respond. I knew I would get nothing out of it and he would just find another excuse to make his way over to my apartment, and into my bed, and head, and heart.

It wasn’t cheating, we didn’t belong to eachother. But God, I didn’t deserve to be lied to and used like that. I would have never done this to him and he knows that

A couple minutes went by of me staring at my phone, his texts. I wanted this to all be wrong so badly. Just a daydream, a big joke.

“lose my number.” is all I said in response.

I decided to not waste my day, so I hopped in the shower. Once I got out, I checked my phone again. Of course he had more to say.

“harry: please let me talk to you, it was all real y/n, all of my feelings for you”

“i don’t believe anything you say anymore. you were never mine and i shoudl’ve ran the moment i realized that.” i wrote.

He wass trying to reel me back in. What we had was so beautiful but I should have known it was fake. I was never enough, he was never over her.

I sat my phone down on my night stand as I crawled back into bed. I was so stupid, so fucking stupid. Maybe I should give him a chance to explain himself. Maybe it was for publicity for his new album. I want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I woke up a few hours later after crying myself to sleep over the situation. I feel peace approaching, or maybe it was Harry, because about two seconds after that unfamiliar feeling, I got another text from the boy I missed so much.

“harry: can’t stop thinkin ab ya, just need one chance to explain it all, that’s it my love,”

I responded with “you know where to find me.” It was up to him whether he wanted to right his wrongs.

“harry: coming.”

I was gonna let him speak his peace but I kmew for sure there was know way we were going to recover from this. But I needed to be fair because again, all of my information was from twitter. 

I’m playing devil's advocate for a boy who wouldn’t do the same, a boy who got off to leading me on.

I was pulled out of my conflicting thoughts by a final buzz from my phone.

“harry: here”

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Sorry this was extra short omg, I like it though. My bf actually helped me write it a lil :) we love a supportive bf.

Anywayssss

Hope you like it, you guys mean the world to me i can’t say thank you enough for the love on mu joe and other harry oneshots.

Would yall want me to make a post just introducing something about me? If not yall can say no lol.

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-all the love, kitt.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles #angst imagine #oneshot #the bomb #florence and the machine #request #harry x reader

[eddieandbird]

Part 18 - Songs Don't Work

Part 17 | Eddie & Bird | Part 19

Dove looked in the mirror in just her skin-toned underwear and bra. The smile she had for Eddie fell as she went over the details of her appearance. She had lost her petite figure over the days of takeout dinners and late-night binges. Her poor sleep schedule carved deep dark circles under her eyes. Her brown roots were overgrown and peaking through her blonde hair due to her neglect of dying it. Her shaky hands traveled to every imperfection she hated.

“Maybe Dad was right… I do have to start doing something about this,” Dove said quietly to herself.

“Of course I’m right,” she heard her dad’s voice and it startled her.

“Dad?” She asked, walking closer to her floor length mirror.

“Dove, you should listen to me more,” Dad appeared behind her. His posture was hunched and he wore his favorite sweater vest and khakis that she remembered, only now they were covered in dark blood. Dove turned around to see that there was nothing actually behind her. 

“What the hell?” She walked around cautiously.

“Dove!” a familiar ominous voice barked. She turned around again to find the horrid vision of her Dad now stuck in the mirror where her reflection should be. This time his eyes were a glossy white and there was a foamy drool hanging from his mouth. “You need to take care of your body, or you’ll end up like me,” Dad lifted his shirt to reveal his intestines and other organs starting to spill out of him. He took his hand and shoved it into the viscera, making violent squelching noises.

“Eddie!” Dove screamed. “Eddie, help me!”

“Dove!” She heard his voice but it was muffled.

“Dove, help me,” Dad reached out his hand, beginning to come out of the mirror. Dove let out a high pitched scream as she fell backwards onto the floor. She moved both of her arms to shield her eyes.

“Dove! Dove, are you okay?” Eddie’s scream was heard outside her door. Dove uncovered her eyes to see Eddie bursting through the door. “Oh my god, you’re naked! I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry,” He said as he closed his eyes and blushed heavily. He was hating the thought of Dove thinking he was a creep. Without opening his eyes, he knelt down and helped Dove up from the floor. She quickly grabbed her bathrobe hanging from the back of her door and wrapped it around her.

“Sorry! You can open your eyes now,” She held onto his right hand.

“Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Eddie worried as he looked at her. He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

“I had one of those stupid visions again,” she crossed her arms and sat on her bed, trying to regulate her breathing.

“Did you not hear your radio?” Eddie sat next to her, examining her body for injuries.

“I did, I heard it the whole time… It didn’t snap me out of it,” Dove frowned. She rested her head on his shoulder. Eddie was bouncing his leg, thinking about his next move.

“This isn’t good. The others need to come right now,” He stood up, shaking his head. “Go finish getting ready, I have to call them,” He ordered.

~

At their cabin, Eleven was napping in her room while Hopper watched a Western movie on their couch. She was tossing and turning, lost in a nightmare.

Eleven was walking around an unfamiliar place in the Upside Down. Her eyes were on the floor, watching her feet carefully step around what looked like hundreds of bat wings, heads, and bodies. She noticed a group of bat body parts that started to lead into a trail. As she followed the path, the sound of heavy breathing and thunder could be heard. The trail finally ended at a lifeless Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?” she asked, crouching down to look closer at him. His skin was grey and his eyes were glossed over. His body lay in a puddle of blood.

“He can’t hear you,” A booming voice in the sky called down. “This will be his fate… and soon it will be yours too”

Eleven screamed as she woke up. Hopper rushed over to her room to see what was going on.

“El, are you okay?” He sat beside her, his hand on her chest, trying to calm her breathing.

“I had a vision of Eddie…” she whispered. They both were startled as the phone began to ring.

“Hello?” Hopper answered.

“Hey Hop, it’s Eddie,” Eddie was on the other line, pacing Dove’s kitchen.

“What’s going on?” he asked without taking his eyes off of El.

“I don’t know, but Dove just got another vision and I’m starting to get really worried,” he sighed.

“Stay there, contact the others. We’ll be there soon,” Hopper hung up.

#eddie munson #stranger things #jim hopper #eleven hopper #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie and bird

[0nl0n]

Onion and bambi..

Bambi ran as fast as she could, she needed to go back home away from the possessed group. They would KILL her if she dosent run away as fast as possible. Bambi ran into the near by forest too seek refuge, she probably ran for a good 10-15 minutes reaching here. She collapse on the leaves and stick filled ground about of exhaustion. She was scared as heck but at least she's far far away from the possessed gang's base. She fell asleep hoping she wouldn't get found by any of the possessed and corrupted minds of her former friends. Bambi woke up after 1 hour of sleeping. She heard a sound, a twig snapping, leaves rustling within hearing distance from her. She sat up from her sleeping spot, was it an animal she thought, she could be in danger if it was an animal. She hoped it was atleast a small creature who found her. She looked around peering into the darkness in hopes of finding the source of that sound .when she looked behind her, 2 purple slits glared right at her, they glowed an ominous purple…she was been found…

The shadowy figure emerges from the darkness and reveals their true identity. It was onion. She made a sick smile knowing what's she was about to do to bambi. She stared down on her with pure hatred and disgust. She was pretty happy though upon seeing her prey weak and helpless. Bambi had no escape from her dirty grasps. Onion swiftly tries to pounce on bambi and kill her but bambi miraculously dodges it and hurriedly runs away from the corrupted vegetable. Onion runs after her going deeper into the forest when suddenly bambi trips on an overgrown tree root and falls down defenceless. Bambi looks up to see Onion holding her knife above her head ready to kill her and destroy her. Onion: good bye unless child Bambi stared in horror as onion was about to meet her end. Tears rolled down her cheeks knowing this wouldn't help her in the slightest. She was weak,defenceless and unable to even simply run away efficiently from the possessed 17 year old. Onion was about to stab the poor child with no sympathy wen suddenly someone head butted her chest catching her off gaurd. Bambi saw an opportunity to escape and ran away from this start of a fight. As bambi looked behind her for one last time, she noticed who saved her life… her sister.

Onion looked at everest furiously, her eyes were Turning red, her face only showed anger and rage at this planetoid. Onion: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! YOU DEMOLISHED MY CHANCE OF KILLING HER! Everest looked at this corrupted vegetable with disgust. This wasn't her friend at all, only the husk of her remained…this fucking demon….took away her precious friend Everest:SHES MY SISTER! AND NO ONE HURTS MY SISTER Everest quickly grabs the knife that onion dropped and tried to stab onion. This then lead to a fight where they brutally hit blows on eachother. Their fury at eachother powered and motivated them to hurt the other more and more. Onion then suddenly made her hand glow purple and halted their little fight. Everest was stunded, she couldn't move and was stuck like a stone statue. Onion stood up and pulled her hand up high. Everest was floating within the air unable to escape her little friend's grasping hand. She tried to escape but it lead to no avail. Onion smiled sickly at what she's done, she had won this fight. Only she was cheating, she had no right to do this.

Onion: I hid my telekinetic powers for so long from you guys so you wouldn't find a solution to stop me, I knew you were possessed but not fully corrupted by me. That little child is stopping you from following my commands so here's my solution. Onion blinked and her pupils transformed into hypnotising swirls. Everest tried to not look at them but she eventually succumbed to the soothing motion of the calming swirls. She eventually passed out and onion threw her onto the ground without any sympathy. Onion: good night my dear~ and please kill your parasitic sister will yah? I hope you wake up feeling "better" Onion left everest in the forest as she falls deeper to the possession…deeper and, deeper..

@simplyiigiselle

#possessed onion

[eashgirl]

Charecter sheets for my Ninjago au(descendents of luminescence)

The worldbuilding and lore post will be coming soon to explain how this au works.

I need to give the main ninja's sheets a bit more of a thought so I decided to start with Morro.

Here is the reference design(i swear I can draw better than this but since it was only a reference pic so I decided not to and because I was sick)

Name : Agent Morro Hayato

Age : 18

He is the adopted son of General Wu, and has spend half of his life training to become a soldier.

Wu came across a young Morro on the streets when he was just scouring through the waste to find some food, and adopted him. Since he couldn't leave a child alone Wu brought him to the command building, after seeing the several mechs,jets, vehicles and soldiers equipped with weapons it was here then that Morro wanted to become one of them.

He more specifically took a liking to the air force, and expresses his desire to become a pilot or even better yet the air commandor one day. Wu was initially hesitant as the child was only 8 years old by the time but after some persuasion he gave in.

Morro was enrolled in a junior training programme that came with a set of obstacles he had to conquer including working on weapon fire, reflexes, honing instincts, learning the ins and outs of the mechs involved and having to learn numerous skills in swimming, strength based and flexibility.

He was a prodigy in his early years and about two years from then Wu would discover about the Morro's elemental power. The element of wind was a power he had never before seen in all his years so he became convinced that this boy had what it takes to become one of the elites.

But due to that dream he had planted in the boys mind, Morro would become goal oriented to the point where he would risk his own physical and mental stability just to earn a spot in the ranks despite not being of age yet. During a training session Morro accidentally collided his jet to another person's because he attempted to use his power to speed it which ended up in the both of them gaining injuries. Once Wu learnt of this he withdrew Morro from the training programe and forbade him to even venture into the command center.

In Wu's mind he was doing this only so Morro would stop inflicting harm upon himself and others but this new prohibition only gave fuel to the boy's already raging storm.

So he became determined to prove Wu wrong and began sneaking out at night which was directly against the rules of the SS and tried to prove Wu wrong by stealing the entrance card to the unit and venturing outside the barrier, he would later began to realize just how foolish of a decision he had taken.

But when everything was so far going accordingly just a few seconds after the jet took flight, the system started to malfunction appearently it was a seeker in the process of repair, so it hadn't even reached the barrier before it collided and the last thing Morro had seen before he passed out was his amulet glowing an ominous purple and a voice of a woman whispering in his head.

Though he had survived the accident, he remained in a coma for a year and by the time he woke up he'd also heard that Wu had only visited him once during that time(note : Wu actually had a logical reason to do that which I'll explain the fic itself once I write it but it's all just a misunderstanding) and was now somehow stuck with the woman's voice in his head all the time, and his right eye had turned a bright purple and there were green lightnining cracks surrounding the eye.

Since then he moved out from Wu's house and while he is still legally Wu's adopted son, his relationship with Wu is strained to the point he avoids the man entirely not even giving him a chance to explain. He moved in the dorms of the military academy and re-enrolled himself in the training programme and this time actually managed to climb the ranks and become an actual soldier recruit, he's part of the air force and since he's an elemental master his jet mech is powered by his element.

That's actually where he met Kai, Jay, Zane, Nya, Cole and Pixal. Morro had no idea who Lloyd was until he arrived there as a junior candidate. And honestly he doesn't care.

To him it's just : oh great I basically have a cousin and Wu never bothered to tell me about that.

Yeah, they're not exactly on the best of terms at first.

But he does talk to other members of their trainee unit.

He gets along with Nya, to the point you can actually say their friends as they have a lot of similar interests such as favourite music, soldier they admire, ambitions, similar sometimes twisted sense of humor, Morro actually considers Nya to be a lot more bearable than Kai.

(i saw a post about this Morro and Nya having similar interests because of their relation to wojira and I really wanted to incorporate that because I love that theory to bits)

Cole and Jay are basically nice to everyone and in the 3 years they all spent training together, they do have a weird dynamic going on with him they try to bond but Morro just outright rejects their offer everytime he considers them annoying but also appreciates it at the same time.

He doesn't talk to Zane that much at first but they're initially on just friendly terms because Morro is friends with Agent E who is Zane's twin brother. So they run into eachother a lot so they occasionally strike up small talk but don't really become actual friends until later.

Morro and Pixal are pretty much neutral towards eachother as they hardly have a reason to talk at all, but she has a part time job at the engineering department where soldiers go to equip themselves with the latest gadgets to help them fight more efficiently. However due to Pixals status as one of the higher ranking trainees they both hold some amount of respect towards eachother due to that.

His relationship with Kai is more or less just a rivalry, they've always been at eachothers throats ever since their first year at training, during which most of the classes or even at the cafeteria they would end up causing a scene and would be sent to the confinement unit bruised and forced to bear with eachother for atleast a day everytime. They compete with eachother for the highest rank by the time they are sent to their official posts, as both want to earn a spot in the elite squad. Due to this they basically have a hostility and can hardly speak two words to eachother without an insult.

Being the current elemental master of wind, and is in possession of one of the twin amulets of wojira the ruler of the storm and seas.

In the beginning of the story he's going to start off being a huge jerk to everyone that eventually gets a charecter development arc.

Oh and yeah, he's also got himself involved in the wrong crowd more like gang for a reason which I will not reveal due to it being a huge spoiler part of the story.

Fun fact : I actually had the scene where Morro is at the climax of his redemption arc planned out from the beginning - the moment where he finally accepts that the only person who's putting the expectations he carries is himself and finally moves on. - that scene is going to be super emotional I can guarentee that.

Ok now here are some :

Fun facts and hcs : 🥹😯(my favourite part)

1)All elemental masters have a true form that they can access from the point where they discover their elemental magic. But the thing is it's hard to change back to your normal self until you learn to control it.

Morro's form involved his skin turning a lavender pink shade,and there are several golden markings all over his face and the color of his hair turns from black to purple excluding the green strip which stays quite the same.(basically like the keepers in the island)The strange greenish lictenburg like strikes around his right eye also don't fade away neither does his his heterochromia eyes. All elemental masters change to their true forms but some like Morro choose not to unless neccesary.

Why? He just doesn't want to. Even if Jay begs him to show him atleast once how it looks it.

2) Morro is the descendant of the original elemental master of wind hence he inherited the amulet from his ancestors. It is the last memento he has of his family so he wears it all the time.

The fun fact is Nya also inherited an identical amulet from her mother as well, so this led to a weirdly realization amongst the three of them(including Kai)that they might be related. (Causing both Morro and Kai to flinch violently away from eachother in disgust)thankfully it was disproven after begging Jay to do a DNA test.

3) Morro is asexual but demiromantic ; because I need me some fellow ace rep.

4)Wu does make an attempt to reach out by sending letters, Morro rips them up and blows them out of his window and dodges Wu in the command center everytime he tries to talk 1o1. Hence he is teased from basically everyone of having daddy issues and when your daddy is the general word spreads around.

5) when he's not wearing his combat suit Morro has a tendency to wear dark clothes and clothes where someone would describe as looking like an emo. Such as sleeveless leather jackets, long sleeved striped t-shirts, hoodies and t-shirts and jackets with a skull on it.

6) though he rarely ties his hair in duty, this is because he actually doesn't know how to,

So he silently begs Nya to help him tie it in a bun or braid, which she agrees in exchange for a favour from him. That's actually the reason that started their unlikely friendship.

5)his favourite dessert is lemon coconut cheesecake cupcakes,

drink : coffee preferably a cappuccino (drinks a ton of those a night however is reluctant to go to the nearby coffee shop because he always has to listen to Senior Soldier Acronix make ridiculous quips to the robot barista there who just doesn't seem to care but occasionally banters back, Morro just grabs his coffee and speed walks back without looking back not wanting in on the weirdness of whatever they had going on)

favorite ice cream flavour : mint chocolate chip.

Pizza : probably Hawaiian.

6) you'd think he'd go easy on his cousin during sparring sessions but nah he has a weird way of training juniors by berating them brutally with insults until they actually put in an effort and weirdly it actually works.

7)kai and Morro are competitive over everything even the smallest things like who can eat their dinner faster. Cole usually records it and they laugh about it.

8)funny thing is Morro is a great skater exactly like Jay and Harumi, so he basically makes a smug face at Kai everytime he sees him near the rank because Kai is horrible at skating,but the latter never admits to it because he never accepted Morro's challenge at a skating race because if he doesn't accept he doesn't humiliate himself.

9) but another thing is Morro though he does have good looks, he just can never get a good photo everyone of them has something weird about it, like blinking or sneezing or just bad luck, most of the photos taken of him are taken without his knowledge this actually happens because he's camera shy but he believes it to be a curse. Also Kai is basically the one in the unit who has thousands of social media followers because he takes good photos so he takes this opportunity to laugh in Morro's face.

10) Morro plays the violin in his room and most of the time people passing by come in with looks of concern because according to them his tunes were so melancholic, that conversation would always end with Morro yelling it wasn't because slamming the door in their faces with the wind.

11) Morro once tried to jump off a window to practice his flight using a wind cyclone the first time didn't really work and he was glad it was only the first floor and that he had a sturdy head. 🫣

12) he's an INTJ

13) Morro can drive a jet just fine, but driving vehicles well that's another story he ends up having too much fun and driving too callously and frightening the life out of whomever is in the car with him. (I actually really liked that part in the fanfic Land of the living so I couldn't resist of Morro being a wreckless driver 😅)

14)despite his usually calm in battle demeanor he gets increasingly agitated and reckless if he's nervous a year prior during a battle against oni Morro led a few of his fellow recruits into an oni cloud by accident in an attempt to conjure a cyclone to destroy the cloud to test a theory and while he was able to get away in time due to his elemental power, Kai actually couldn't his bike's engine blew up and they all actually thought he died as no one who ventured inside the oni cloud in the open survives before by some miracle Kai arrives back, his bike's windsheild was shattered as if someone had struck an arm through it and the latter himself was in a state of shock and wouldn't say a word to anyone just shaking before passing out. Since then Kai never really was the same.

Morro actually harbours some intense guilt over that but due to his pride he never could bring himself to apologize.

15) Morro has diplopia, and used to wear glasses before the accident which he became partial blind in his right eye and wears contacts in his left eye .

16) Despite seeming like an introvert Morro is pretty flamboyant and showboating he brags about all his accomplishments.

17) Morro owns a pet tarantula

18)he and Echo bond over their shared love of chess and literature. Sometimes Zane or Pixal joins them as they are also chess nerds.

19)he is horrible at basketball, always gets the ball thrown in his face before he can do anything.

20)has personalized nicknames for everyone except for Echo, Pixal, Nya, Akita and Zane.

21)is voted 'most likely to get arrested' and 'most likely to get catfished'

22)pretty touch starved but would die rather than accept a hug or reveal his vulnerabilities.

23)knows he has an unhealthy obsession but refuses therapy

24)once they get along Lloyd and Morro are movie buddies, while Jay and Cole are his video game partners.

25)if they could actually get along Morro and Kai would be the type of friends that can have a friendly banter but with tension and rivalry and still insult eachother all the time.

26) actually misses Wu's cooking rather than eating instant noodles whenever the trainees are sent home every 3 months for a weekend.

27)is a horrible chef everything he makes is either half cooked or burned- something he also shares with Kai.

28)has a minor sweet tooth, and basically holds in his pride everytime Cole hands him a cupcake even though he actually wants one.

29) Morro is pretty airheaded most of the time, and is known to be the one kid who is the last to find out about recent trends and is know by everyone as the guy who lives under a rock.

30)has so many mental disorders atp, ranging from major depression, to narcissist disorder, to ptsd to Intermittent explosive disorder

#ninjago au #ninjago #my au #au #descendants of luminescence au #DoLAu #ninjago masters of spinjitzu #morro wu #morro hayato #morro #morro the master of wind #i don't think I'll ever write him in a ship in the au #fun fact this guy is actually in my top 3 charecters next to kai and lloyd #kai smith #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #Jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #pixal borg #harumi jade #skylor chen #garmadon #wu #I swear everyone of these charecters in my au need therapy #except maybe for misako and Pixal #wojira duo #green cousins #destiny rivals #charecter sheet

[obsessedwithegos]

BTHB Distress call for Cade or Dor?

Why not both? :)

CWs: Multiple whumpees, Vampiric Satyr whumpee, Werewolf whumpee, Accidental/forced whumping, Restraints, Blood loss, Passing out from Blood loss

Note: Canon! Bc I know the ending is a lil ominous, Cade's gonna be alright! :D

~~~~~

Cade’s ears were still ringing as he slowly opened his eyes. His head and neck were pounding in pain. 

Amongst the ringing in his ears there was a muffled voice he couldn’t really make out. 

He squeezes his eyes shut to try to recall what happened. 

He recalled spying on a group they were told to keep an eye on, he was there in place of Harmonia due to her being sick. 

He remembered losing his balance in the tree and falling out, causing him to be found. But he also remembers the feeling of his shirt being pulled as if someone tried to stop him from falling.

His eyebrows furrow as he thinks. 

That’s right, Dor was with him. Dor tried to stop him from falling out of the tree and ended up being pulled out with him. 

They were both quickly surrounded and he remembered a sudden pain in the back of his head before passing out. 

He starts to open his eyes again as he makes up his mind, he needs to try to find Dor. 

His vision was still blurry and the sunlight made it difficult to see anything, but he started to move. His skin rubs against a familiar rough material, rope.

As he moves more pain shoots through his neck once again and he hears the muffled voice again.

“Don’t try to move!” the voice sounded familiar, was… That Dor? “‘Is alread’y har’ enough to keep you from blee’ing out!” 

Cade fully opens his eyes and looks down. 

He could see Dor’s back and tail with his wrists tied behind their back. He could see his ankles and knees were tied together underneath them as well. 

He was suddenly aware that they were pressed up against his chest and stomach, their arms and legs must have been tied behind him. 

But that wouldn’t explain why it felt like there was rope around his neck and under his arms. Unless…

“Dor, are you biting me?” he asked

“Uh-huh, I can’t pull away ei’her.”

Dor was tied down to his neck, that makes more sense.

“I go’ your wa’kie ta’kie out, bu’ it fell.” They say.

Cade’s face twitches as some words cause Dor’s fangs to move in his neck, causing more pain. 

He tried to look on the ground and he could see it out of the corner of his eye. “If I fall backwards, do you think you could reach it and bring it closer to my face?” Dor pauses for a moment to think and brace themself before responding with “Uh-huh.” 

“Alright, ready?”

Dor tries to move their legs so they don’t knee Cade right in the back. “Uh-huh” 

Cade lets himself fall backwards, causing Dor to mostly fold but their legs were still uncomfortably pinned under the werewolf.

After a moment of struggle on Dor’s end to get their arms out from between Cade and their legs they managed to get them out to reach the walkie and bring it up to Cade’s face, pressing down the button. 

~~~~

“Golf, India, Lima, Delta, this is Cade radio’ing in, does anyone copy? Over.” Cade’s voice rings out from the walkie talkie.

Ester’s attention shifted from her work to the walkie talkie beside her, she picked it up. “Ester reading you loud and clear Cade, what’s going on? Over.” 

“Dor and I, we uh- we need some help we’re in a situation. Over.” 

Ester raises an eyebrow as she puts the screwdriver down to fully focus on the walkie talkie. “Situation? I need elaboration, Cade. Is Dor there with you? Over.”

“Yeah, yeah they are. A little too close for comfort-” A yelp rings out “HEY! I’M NOT WRONG!” 

“Cade, elaboration. Over.” Ester reminds. 

“We were found and when I woke up, Dor and I were tied up together and Dor’s fangs are stuck in my neck. No sign of anyone nearby. Over.” Cade finally elaborates.

Ester lets out a sigh. “Alright, Ellis is in the area, I’ll send him your way. Over.”  

“Thank you Ester. Over.”

“You’re welcome Cade. Over.”

~~~~~

Cade lets out a sigh of relief as the call over the walkie talkie ends just before Dor drops it as a result of their hand cramping.

“Hey Dor?” 

“Hm?” Dor was trying not to talk more than they needed to so as to not hurt Cade accidentally.

“How long do you think it’s going to take Ellis to get here?” 

They made an ‘i dunno’ hum. “Why?”

“Just getting really light headed is all.” Dor’s eyes widened and they adjusted their arms so they could feel the back of Cade’s head. 

The back of his head was warm and wet to the touch. They quickly cradle the back of his head to try to slow the bleeding. 

“Hey man- you’re gonna be okay” They try to assure him. 

“I know, you’ve got my back!” Cade says with a smile that Dor couldn’t see. “I think I’m just going to take a nap.”

“DON’ YOU FUCKIN’ DAR’-”

Before Dor could finish speaking, they felt Cade go limp as he passed out. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What Dor is saying:

1: It’s already hard enough to keep you from bleeding out! 2: Uh-huh, I can’t pull away either. 3: I got your walkie talkie out, but it fell. 4: DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE-

General: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

BTHB: @badthingshappenbingo

#owe answers #anonymous #prompted writing tag #bad things happen bingo #whump #whump tag #team whump #multiple whumpees #werewolf whumpee #vampire whumpee #accidental whumping #forced whumping #blood loss #passing out from blood loss #ask to tag #cade writing tag #ester writing tag #dor writing tag #cade tag #dor tag #ester tag #team golden tag #harmonia and ellis aren't actively in this so they're not being tagged #why did neither of them use their magic to break the restraints?? uhhhh #magic suppressors! yeah those were used jkfghjskdf #BTHB: Original work / Original Characters

[eddienbird]

Part 18 - Songs Don't Work

Eddie & Bird [photo] Part 19

Dove looked in the mirror in just her skin-toned underwear and bra. The smile she had for Eddie fell as she went over the details of her appearance. She had lost her petite figure over the days of takeout dinners and late-night binges. Her poor sleep schedule carved deep dark circles under her eyes. Her brown roots were overgrown and peaking through her blonde hair due to her neglect of dying it. Her shaky hands traveled to every imperfection she hated.

“Maybe Dad was right… I do have to start doing something about this,” Dove said quietly to herself.

“Of course I’m right,” she heard her dad’s voice and it startled her.

“Dad?” She asked, walking closer to her floor length mirror.

“Dove, you should listen to me more,” Dad appeared behind her. His posture was hunched and he wore his favorite sweater vest and khakis that she remembered, only now they were covered in dark blood. Dove turned around to see that there was nothing actually behind her. 

“What the hell?” She walked around cautiously.

“Dove!” a familiar ominous voice barked. She turned around again to find the horrid vision of her Dad now stuck in the mirror where her reflection should be. This time his eyes were a glossy white and there was a foamy drool hanging from his mouth. “You need to take care of your body, or you’ll end up like me,” Dad lifted his shirt to reveal his intestines and other organs starting to spill out of him. He took his hand and shoved it into the viscera, making violent squelching noises.

“Eddie!” Dove screamed. “Eddie, help me!”

“Dove!” She heard his voice but it was muffled.

“Dove, help me,” Dad reached out his hand, beginning to come out of the mirror. Dove let out a high pitched scream as she fell backwards onto the floor. She moved both of her arms to shield her eyes.

“Dove! Dove, are you okay?” Eddie’s scream was heard outside her door. Dove uncovered her eyes to see Eddie bursting through the door. “Oh my god, you’re naked! I’m so sorry. I’m really sorry,” He said as he closed his eyes and blushed heavily. He was hating the thought of Dove thinking he was a creep. Without opening his eyes, he knelt down and helped Dove up from the floor. She quickly grabbed her bathrobe hanging from the back of her door and wrapped it around her.

“Sorry! You can open your eyes now,” She held onto his right hand.

“Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Eddie worried as he looked at her. He pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.

“I had one of those stupid visions again,” she crossed her arms and sat on her bed, trying to regulate her breathing.

“Did you not hear your radio?” Eddie sat next to her, examining her body for injuries.

“I did, I heard it the whole time… It didn’t snap me out of it,” Dove frowned. She rested her head on his shoulder. Eddie was bouncing his leg, thinking about his next move.

“This isn’t good. The others need to come right now,” He stood up, shaking his head. “Go finish getting ready, I have to call them,” He ordered.

~

At their cabin, Eleven was napping in her room while Hopper watched a Western movie on their couch. She was tossing and turning, lost in a nightmare.

Eleven was walking around an unfamiliar place in the Upside Down. Her eyes were on the floor, watching her feet carefully step around what looked like hundreds of bat wings, heads, and bodies. She noticed a group of bat body parts that started to lead into a trail. As she followed the path, the sound of heavy breathing and thunder could be heard. The trail finally ended at a lifeless Eddie Munson.

“Eddie?” she asked, crouching down to look closer at him. His skin was grey and his eyes were glossed over. His body lay in a puddle of blood.

“He can’t hear you,” A booming voice in the sky called down. “This will be his fate… and soon it will be yours too”

Eleven screamed as she woke up. Hopper rushed over to her room to see what was going on.

“El, are you okay?” He sat beside her, his hand on her chest, trying to calm her breathing.

“I had a vision of Eddie…” she whispered. They both were startled as the phone began to ring.

“Hello?” Hopper answered.

“Hey Hop, it’s Eddie,” Eddie was on the other line, pacing Dove’s kitchen.

“What’s going on?” he asked without taking his eyes off of El.

“I don’t know, but Dove just got another vision and I’m starting to get really worried,” he sighed.

“Stay there, contact the others. We’ll be there soon,” Hopper hung up.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eleven hopper #jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things fanfic

[neonmcqueen]

Stranger Things

Season 1

Eddie Munson X OC (Eddie will come in and out of the seasons)

Episode 4

4

As I woke up I could still feel Dustin in my bed; I tried to move slowly as to not wake him up. I quietly made my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. As I made my way back into my room I see that Dustin as made himself at home in my bed now looking like a starfish, much like he did when he was younger. I opened my closet pulling out my outfit for the day.

The top was a simple tank with a large set of vampire teeth open as if in mid bite and a pair a ripped black jeans. A simple outfit for the day; moving myself back in the bathroom with some makeup and my clothes. With that done I left a note with my brother and made my way out of the house.

Walking to my car I see four men getting out of two cars walking to me. Only one stands out; a full head of hair white in colour dressed in a grey suit. This man was the one I saw with El; her Papa.

“You four don’t look ominous at all.” My voice carrying to them as I walked to my car, clutching my keys in between my fingers ready for a fight.

“We’re not going to harm you.” El’s Papa said calmly, his hand up.

I scuffed a laugh, “Yeah that’s exactly what four guys say just before they kidnap a girl.” As I stop just at the hood of my car as each side had two men, “Talk, cause I’m not going anywhere willingly.”

Just then I felt a pinch on my neck and started to become dizzy, “I was afraid you would say that.” Was the last thing I heard as the world went black.

The loud ticking of a clock sounded as I opened my eyes, there I was standing in a beautiful looking home stuck in what I would think was the 50’s. Turning around I saw a beautiful looking door with what looked like a stain-glass window with a rose in it.

“Good morning sleepy head.” A soft voice from behind me spoke, turning I see the angelic looking man from my previous dreams.

I let out a sigh, “Morning.” Seeing his hands placed elegantly in front of him.

He stepped towards me, “Mind telling me how you got here?”

This caused me to step back, “You tell me cause this is all in my head right now.” His head moved slowly to the side as if analyzing what I was saying. I then had an epiphany, “I’m not in mine am I?”

“No.” He stepped again this time my back was at the door.

Trying to feel for the door handle, “It’s a beautiful house.” My voice shaking as I found the handle trying to twist it, it wouldn’t budge.

His eyes began to turn cold, “It is.” The gap between us was very small now, forcing me to look up at the taller man.

Slowly the beauty of the home faded, “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture.”

“And who said I was tortured.” His eye’s began to turn milky, and the room dark. “Tell me what you see?”

I tried to focus on him once more and not the darkening home, “White.” I whisper looking to his outfit, “Your dressed in White.” My hands shaking, “Like an Orderly.” His eyes and smile turning wicked, “What made you this way?”

“What a monster?” I was unmoving almost as if I was being forced in place, “I was once told I was dangerous, odd. I was different from other children. I hid till I could no longer.”

“I’m sorry for what they did to you.” I was being sincere but I was also trying to stay alive.

His thumb pulled my face, “Someday someone will break you dear girl and no one will help put to back together.”

“One should never be defined by their past.” His grip was getting tight, “It was just a lesson, not a life sentence.”

“Look around you!” He yelled letting go of my face, “I was placed here for a life sentence!”

‘WAKE UP…WAKE UP!’.

My body pushed up causing me to look around; I was sitting at a table in a very white room and from the looks of it all I had was a chair across from me and a mirror on the wall. Looking up I saw a camera with it’s red light, incased so no it could tamper with.

The door to my right opened and in walked El’s so called Papa, behind him I see a man dressed in all white the same one the man had on in the vision.

“Do all of your Orderly wear white?” My voice echoing in the small room as the door closed.

He sat in the chair in front of me with a smile, “Hello Vivian,” his hands placed on the table before me, “I’m Dr. Brenner.” His right hand extended for me to shake I looked at him unmoving. His hand fell to the table once more, “I hear you saw something last night?”

“Did I?” Blinking at the much older man, “And what would that be?” I sit back in my chair my hands now in my lap.

“We both know where you were last night.” He was unmoving as he talked.

Does this guy really think I’m going to say what I know, “And where was I?”

“Don’t play dumb, Vivian.” He leaned forward, “You’re a smart girl.” I sat there blinking at him not wanting to tell him just how much I know. “You’re only going to make this harder for yourself.” I continued to sit in silence not giving into his threats.

“Very well Vivian,” he started, “I know you, dear girl where at the Byers home.” I focused hard as to not let anything show on my face, “And I know you saw the monster last night.” I can only guess that it was Joyce that said something to someone. “What I would like to know is why you’re still here.”

“You know what you just said was a little..” As I made a whistling sound as I placed my hand next to my head turning my finger around.

He gave me an unimpressed look, “When Ms. Byers called the police she said she left you behind.” He was looking at me for answers, “And yet here you are.” I made no move to speak, “You’re set to graduate this year, a GPA of 3.7 a very smart girl I would say.”

I nodded my head and waited for the older man to move on. Something was off, he continued to sit there unmoving even as I raised my hand and waved it in his face. He never blinked, never flinched, nothing. The door opened slowly but no one was there, I moved my eye to see that the red light on the camera was off. This could be a trap but I’m willing to take that chance.

Waking out the door I see more white, it was almost like something was pulling me along. Soon I came to stairs making my way down in haste, I came down to a new door as it opened after a few turns there was a set of glass doors. I pushed them open was hard as I could and make a run for it, not looking back. The front gate opened, looking I saw the man in the booth sound asleep. I finally made it to the tree line, man did I wish I was a little more active about now. Soon the alarm sounded and I began run as fast as I could.

Jumping over downed trees and roots, I soon came to the road. I could see a car driving in the distance slowing coming to a stop next to me. There sitting in the car was my new blond haired friend Ophelia. I moved to open the passenger door and hop in, “Drive.” With nothing else being said she began moving her car, as I tried to catch my breath, “Thanks.”

“No problem.” She said smiling, her eyes never moved off the road, “Get lost on a hike this morning?”

Looking to the clock on the radio cursing as it said 3 pm, “Or something.” Turning to look at the window see the trees fly by as she drove down the road back to town, “Do you think you can drop me off at my house?” Turing to her as I asked.

There was no beat missed as she responded, “No problem.” A half smile on for face, I gave her the directions and within no time we pulled up to the house. “You ok?” her face held concern as she looked at me.

“Yeah.” I smiled though I know it never reached my eyes. Looking at the driveway seeing my car still there. Thank god. “Thanks again. I owe you one.” As I got out of the car making my way to my own. I gave her a wave as she drove away and I made my way to Mikes, knowing the boys would not be in school today.

Getting to Mike’s and rushing inside, “Did you not see what I saw!” Lucas yelled out, “They pulled Will’s body out of the water!”

“Yes they pulled a body out.” I called out as I descended down the staircase, “But it wasn’t Wills.” I looked to Dustin, “Get my note?”

“You left it taped to my forehead.” I couldn’t help but give my brother a teasing smile, “You said you were going to school but your car was in the driveway.”

“Yeah I’ve had a busy day.” I informed them waving it off, not wanting to get into it.

“If it wasn’t Will,” Lucas began frustrated, “then what was it.”

“I don't’ know.” I said honestly looking at the younger boy. “But it’s not Will okay, just trust me.” I pleaded with him.

“Will is alive, he’s out there. We have to find him.” Mike voice was filled with hope as the boys looked to one another. I smiled at El and she turned on the walkie playing with the different frequencies, “This is not going to work.” He looked from El to the boys and I, “We need to get her to a stronger radio.”

My brother smiled with an idea, “Mr. Clarke’s Heathkit ham shack.”

“Yeah.” Mike’s smiled at the idea.

“I’m sorry the what?” I was confused as to what they where talking about.

“The Heathkit’s at school.” Lucas pointed out.

“Hey. Hello.” The boys looked up at me, “The what?”

Dustin looked at me like I should know this, “It’s a ham radio.” As he patted my hand smiling up at me seeing as they were still on the floor.

“There’s no way we’re gonna get the weirdo in there without anyone noticing.” Lucas tried to point out, “I mean…look at her.”

This caused me to cross my arms as I looked down at the boy dissatisfied, “El, come with me to Nancys room.” I put my hand out for her to take and soon the two of us went upstairs. Opening Nancys door I made may way to the makeup, “Mike, you and the guys find a dress for this young lady and anything else that might be useful.” I yelled down to them ,turning to see El now sitting on the bed. “Now lets bring out those beautiful features.” As I pulled different makeup out and dolled up her face, “You doing ok?” I asked, seeing as she was just looking around the room.

She gave me a light smile and nodded, “Thank you.”

“You know I always wanted a sister.” This caused her to smile so bright that her eyes shined.

“Hey.” Came from the doorway as my bother and his friends had a dress and a wig in hand.

I giggled as Dustin pouted, “Thanks.” As I took the items and closed the door. Looking at the dress and then to El, “Lets get you dressed.” Once the dress and wig were on and looking relatively good. “Ready.” I called out, El looked herself over as much as she could. She turned towards me, giving my a nervous smile as she played with some of the dress.

I opened the door to see the boys and stepped out of the way, they were in awe of how she looked. “Wow.” Dustin was the first to speak, “She looks…”

“Pretty.” MIke could not take his eyes off of her, it was sweet the way he looked at her. “Good.” I placed a finger on the bridge on my nose and close my eyes, “You look pretty good.”

“Pretty.” Her voice was low and soft as she made her way over to the mirror in the hall. You could see Mike looking at her from the reflection. “Good.”

“Very pretty indeed, El.” She turned around happy, “Now if everyone is ready we should go.” The boys made there way down the stairs leaving El and I to follow.

“El,” she was was looking at me as she stopped walking , “can I ask you a question?” She nodded unwilling to talk, “How far does your powers go?”

She looked me like it was an odd question, “Not far.” This left me with an odd thought and questions like who would have helped me? And why?

“Thanks.” Nodded to behind me, “We should go downstairs”. Finally I made my way down the stairs, “You guys go to the school, I’ve got some other things to look into and people to see.” Not really giving the boys room to say much. Leaving Mikes house I saw a white van driving around..Power something on the side.

The person in question was Joyce; I all but sped around town making it to the Byers home. Walking to the door I could hear Joyce yelling, “TALK TO ME!”

“Joyce.” I called out to the other side of the door.

I could here the footsteps and soon the door opened, Joyce pulled me into a hug, “I’m so happy you’re here.” I hugged her back, “Your ok.” She pulled apart from me, looking me over.” The radio playing Will’s favourite song.

“I’m fine Joyce.” As my hands fell to my side, she looked concerned after what happened last night. She moved to the side letting me in her house.

The inside was dark as lights around the room hug around the ceiling, “When I came back from calling 911…you weren’t here I thought what ever that was got you.”

I nodded, she looked lost in thought, “How can I help Joyce?” I hoped my voice was soft.

She sat down, “They said they found Will.” Walking closer to her at the table, “But it’s not him,” her eye’s truly were lost looking all over for a clue or a light to come on, “that body was not my son.” She cried.

I placed my hands on hers, “I know Joyce, I know it’s not him.” I pulled out the chair next to her, “What you saw last night, that monster..,” she gave me a light nod, “that’s what took Will.” Letting the shoe drop you could say, “I’m trying to find a way to get to him.” Still not telling the whole truth.

Just then banging began, Joyce and I looked to one another as she moved to stop the radio. She moved closer to the wall, “Mom.” The voice was soft and sounded far away.

“Will.” Her hands moved over the wall, “Will!” She ran to the door pulling in open and running outside.

“Will.” I called out standing at the wall now.

“Vivian!” Joyce ran back into the home her hands back on the wall, “Mom.”

“Will, I’m here I’m here.” She told him over and over her hands banging on the wall.

“We will find you Will.” I called out looking around the room for any kind of light in case The Demogorgon comes back.

Joyce began ripping at the wallpaper pulling pieces off trying to get to her son, there on the other side of the paper was Will. The only thing that was keeping us from him was the vale between both worlds. They both cried for one another and all I could do was watch with a tear falling down my cheek.

“Mom, it’s coming.” Will warned us, as the growl could be herd.

“Tell me where you are.” She called out to her son.

“It’s like home,” he cried telling her, “it’s so dark, empty and it’s cold. Mom? Mom!”

“Listen to me!” Joyce was crying more as she could not get to her son, “I swear I’m gonna get to you, okay? But right now I need you to hide.” She begged her son.

“Mom, please!” He tried hitting the vale, trying to get to his mother.

“I will find you,” she reassured her son, “but you have to run!”

I could feel it, “It’s here!” I called out as the vail was closing.

“Run! Run!” Joyce yelled to her son as the monster growled close by. The next thing I saw was Joyce breaking down the wall, soon I could see the outside light filling into the dark home. She looked out to where her son would have been and turned to look at me. I walked over to her giving her a hug, and together we cried.

“We are going to find him Joyce.” I whispered in her ear, “We’ll get him back, I promise.” Even if it’s the last thing I do.” My silent promise to her. I held her for as long as she needed.

Joyce was still crying in my arms when we heard the sound of the door opening, “Jesus,” an older man walked into the house, Will’s and Jonathans dad, “The hell happened?”

Joyce began to sob more seeing the man, “Lonnie.”

Looking between the two, “I’ll go.” Excusing myself from the home I booked it to my car.

So many thoughts were racing through my head as I noticed about halfway home that my car was almost empty. I pulled into the gas station to fill up the gas tank and get some food. Getting out of my car I see Eddie’s van off to the corner, but no sign of him.

Walking inside I made my way over to grab a Doctor Pepper. Turning around with a smiling face, “Hey Eddie.”

“Didn’t scare you?” He gave me a teasing smile, as I shake my head, “I’ll have to try harder then.”

Giving a laugh, “You can try,” walking down the isle he was in, “my brother’s been trying for years.” Looking over at the chips.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” His voice was low as he asked, “So got the munchies?” He picked up a bag of cups looking them over.

“Yeah don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep tonight.” I let him know, picking up two bags of chips.

“I got something for that.” My head turned to look at Eddie seeing his eyes go big, “That’s not…I’m…weed.” He ended up whispering the last word to me, “I was talking about weed.”

I gave him a look, “Right.” It wasn’t a big surprise to hear he sold, most of the school knows.

His hand moved to the back of his neck, “I didn’t mean…”

“What sex?” I moved along to the chocolate seeing him still holding the bag of chips, “Plus it’s only good when you don’t rush the forplay.” The next thing I know the bag of chips has popped open. Walking away from him as the chips fell to the floor a playful smile on my face. “Pump 3.” I let the clerk know so I could pay for my gas as I placed my items on the counter, “And that bag of chips.” I pointed to the one Eddie was still holding behind me.

Once my stuff was paid for I give him a wave as I walked back outside to my car. Light running from behind me caused me turn and see the metal head, “You didn’t have to do that sweetheart.”

Those butterflies are back, every time he calls me that. “I don’t mind,” I said happily giving him a playful smile, “plus it was my fault anyway.”

Just as he was about to say something a voice called out, “Munson!” We turned to see a guy standing by the van.

“I’ll see you later.” Getting back into my car and off home, seeing Dustin just making it home. “Hey.” I called out, smile on my face, “How did it go?” We made our way up the stairs.

“He’s in The Upside Down.” Opening the door seeing Mom still up, “It’s like the Vail Of Shadows…Hey mom.” We rushed passed her to my room and closed the door, “From what we figured out it he’s at his house but on the other side.”

I nodded along with him, “That works with what happed at his house.” Filling him in on what happened.

“We heard what Will was saying to you and his mom.” He was astounded at how this was going,“Now we just have to find a way to get to the other side and get to Will.” Yeah that doesn’t sound to hard not at all.

I laid in bed looking at the ceiling not wanting to fall asleep, afraid of what I would see. Even with me fighting it my eye’s soon closed and it was like I was floating. Opening my eye’s I saw that I was standing in an empty valley, along the ground were vines, stepping over them as I walked. Everything around me was red and dark I could see figures running ahead of me, the sound of wings from behind me. It reminded me of the birds of Isengard watching the pass, causing the fellowship to find other way.

“What do you see this time?” The fake soft voice asked from behind.

Turning to see the man in white. It was like everything changed as I turned to look at him, it was once red illuminating everything with its thunder and now it was dark and cold. “Birds of Isengard.” I say truthfully to the blond haired man as he walked over to me, hands placed in front of himself.

The man looked over his shoulder at what I called birds falling around us, “I would think of them more as bats.”

I could feel his eyes landing on me as I looked over at him, trying not to show any fear, “It’s beautiful in it’s own way.”

“You’re not scared of them?” His head moved to the side, calculating my every move.

“No,” looking from the bat to the man, “even though this one could rip my throat out with it’s teeth.”

This caused him to show his wicked smile, “Oh it would, if I deemed you a threat.” He began walking to me.

“What use would I be if I was dead.” Letting the truth be know, “So what use am I to you?” I demanded from the man.

“All in due time.” Was all he said to me.

I closed the rest of the gap uncaring of my own satiety, “Where’s the boy that’s here?!” I could feel fire burning in me.

“Eluding me,” his voice was bitter, “for the time being.” It also held a silent vow, as his own icy eyes burned.

A lone tear fell from my eye, “Please don’t kill him.” I begged him my lip began to quiver, “He’s like a brother to me,” it seemed as if I opened the flood gates on my eyes, “I need him.” The last came out as a whisper.

“Oh dear girl,” his hand pushed away a tear, “never beg it makes you look… pathetic.” His voice dropped becoming darker.

“Then I’ll…” I could see the look in his eyes he know’s what he wants.

“You will see my future.” He’s voice fading away.

Opening me eye’s I was once again in my bedroom crying once more, “What have I done?”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things x henderson!reader

[bluesylveon2]

Beauty and the Beast

Summary: One incident turns Sasha's life upside down. Now she is stuck in a mansion with talking furniture and a beast. What will happen next?

Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast is an American animated musical fantasy film produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and Walt Disney Pictures.  Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha. 

A/N: Okay so a lot happens here, and I tried my best to write it. Lmk if there is any errors! I hope that yall enjoy this chapter!

Warning: my poor attempt at French

Thank you to @peculiarvelociraptor for beta reading!!

Masterlist: Here

Chapter 2:

Sasha was sleeping soundly in the quiet night, dreaming about nothing but simmering steaks. She was ready to chow down on it when the meat suddenly neighed.

Neighed? What the?

Sasha woke up when she heard the sound again but it was louder and closer. Sasha knew that sound anywhere. She quickly jumped up, ran out of her room, and slammed open the door.

“Woah, woah. Easy boy.” Sasha cooed as tried to calm the frightened horse down. Her eyes noticed the lack of a rider on its back. Her fear spiked up immediately. 

“Marco, where is Connie?” She asked with a nervous tone. The horse nudged on her as if urging her to hop on. 

Sasha hopped Marco without a thought and rode off into the quiet night, unaware of what might await her.

---

“Are you sure that Connie is in here?” Sasha asked timidly as she entered an abandoned mansion in the middle of the forest. The house itself was tall, made of brick, and had an ominous aura to it. It was very dark and there seemed to be no sign of life anywhere. 

The horse, as if he understood her, nodded its head. 

Sasha gulped, and her hands started to feel clammy on the reins. “This better be a prank, so I can go home and away from here.” She stopped at the base of some stairs leading up to two giant doors. “Wait here. I will be right back,” she assured her horse while tying the reins on a small statue.

Sasha quietly took a step up the stairs. It was only five steps but it felt like a million. Her mind went through a million scenarios about where her brother could be right now. Maybe he fainted? Or worse, he could be dead. 

Sasha took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she hesitantly reached for the door and opened it. It let out a very quiet screech that shook Sasha. 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” she whispered to herself as she closed the door behind her. Although it was still dark, the inside of the house reminded her of the old, aristocratic homes she’d heard of from Connie. It had dark wooden walls, a long red velvet carpet that ran down the hall to a set of stairs, a few pieces of torn furniture laid here and there, crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, and statues of intimidating gargoyles on either side of her. 

It was mostly quiet, minus the sounds of the howling wind outside. There was no sign of life anywhere. 

“Psst, mademoiselle. In here.” A voice with a french accent called from the other side. Sasha jumped out of surprise and started searching for the voice. Well, it turned out there was actually a sign.

“Who’s there?” she asked, turning her head left and right to find the source.

“Don’t worry about that. Just think of me as a friend, but you need to hurry or else it will be too late for your actual friend.”

“Where do I go?” 

“Just follow my voice. I will lead the way.” 

Sasha was unsure whether or not it was a trap. Yet, she would rather follow the voice instead of roaming around aimlessly. 

Meanwhile, another voice, who saw the whole interaction from afar, walked over to the first voice and whispered to him. 

“Are you crazy? Why are you inviting this woman into this house?”

“Relax mon amie. She could be the one to break the spell!” The first voice whispered with glee before turning to the top of the stairwell where Sasha was. “Just go down here and past the door. You will see your friend in no time!”

The two stopped in front of a large wooden door where the other human lay behind. The second voice scoffed as if offended. “First off, I am not your friend. Second, what would the Master think if he knew that you invited a complete stranger into the house?”

The first voice smiled with confidence. “He will thank me for inviting a pretty girl inside.”

The second voice sighed and glanced at Sasha, who was closer now, with pity. “You better be right, Jean or else I am not saving your sorry ass.”

Jean rolled his eyes. “I know that, Eren. She will be fine. I just know it.” 

Eren started to talk back but stopped when Jean grabbed him and they hid behind a stone pillar. They watched Sasha run towards the door and swing it open.

“Connie!” She exclaimed and grabbed the jail bars. Connie was laid out in a fetal position on the cold, damp floor. His clothes looked tattered and dirty that t made Sasha furious. She wanted to know who was responsible for this.

Connie looked up from his spot. His eyes widened from surprise and fear. Connie ran over to his sister and grabbed the jail bars. He was both relived and scared now that Sasha was there. . 

“Sasha? What are you doing here? You need to get out of here before he finds you!”

Sasha shook her head. “No! I don’t care who this person is. Your safety is my priority right now.”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?” A menacing voice boomed from the shadows. Sasha turned around to find a dark figure glaring at her. She was beyond angry right now and this newcomer was not helping at all. 

“What am I doing here?! I wouldn’t be here if you didn't take my brother!” She yelled and stepped towards the voice. 

“That man right there is a thief. He tried to steal from my garden!” the male replied bitterly. Sasha could tell that he will explode at any second. 

Sasha frowned. Back when she and Connie were teenagers and very poor, the two would steal in order to get some food on the table. 

Do they do this now? No because they managed to find a job but Sasha didn't blame Connie if he had to. 

"Well, mister, my brother and I are not from the same background like you!" She yelled while gesturing to the grand house around her. Despite the mansion’s poor condition, it was clear that the owner must have come from a wealthy background. 

Sasha’s words triggered something because the voice did not come from a man but a huge blonde beast instead. It slowly walked towards her with his teeth baring and anger radiating off of him. Sasha felt fear pool in her stomach. 

"You peasants don't know anything about me, so shut up before I make you!" He began to raise his arm as if to strike her. 

"No!" Connie yelled. Even Eren and Jean were ready to jump out of their hiding spots to save the girl. 

Sasha's eyes widened with fear and she stepped back a few steps until her back hit the cold metal bard. Her mind was going a mile a minute. This is where she would die. She would never get to save her brother or see the sunlight ever again. 

The beast, noticing Sasha’s reaction, stopped what he was doing. He couldn't explain why but watching the woman become afraid of him triggered something. He pulled his arm back and stepped away, a hint of regret on his face. 

"I-” He hesitated before continuing. “Your brother will stay here for the rest of his life so you should say your goodbyes now."

Sasha's face morphed into horror. She could not believe what she was hearing. Her parents had already suffered from a horrible fate, but Connie too? The only family Sasha had? She would not allow it. Her eyes began to tear up at the thought. "What? You can't do that!"

The beast looked away from Sasha, not wanting to face her. "It's his punishment for his crime."

Sasha furrowed her "What if I went in his place instead?"

"What?" Connie and the beast turned and asked Sasha at the same time. 

Sasha looked at the beast with determination.  "Let me take my brother's place. He was trying to get some food for the table."

"Sasha, I’m not letting you this."

Sasha turned to her brother. Connie was surprised by his sister’s serious face. He could count the amount of times he has seen it with one hand. "Yes I am. I've decided on it. You have a life, Connie. You deserve to life it to the fullest."

“But what about you? You have a life too.”

Sasha turned away from Connie in an attempt to hide the tears forming in her eyes. “I will be fine.” she managed to choke out. 

The beast was taken aback by Sasha's words. "Are you sure about this? You know that you will be stuck here for life."

Sasha momentarily flinched at the life sentence but it went away as quickly as it came. "Yes. I'm sure."

"Okay." 

Everything after that word went by like a blur. The beast had yanked the door open, leaving Sasha enough time to run in and hug Connie. Suddenly, the beast grabbed Connie, closed the door, and dragged him up the stairwell, ignoring Connie and Sasha’s pleas to let him go. 

Meanwhile, Eren and Jean watch Sasha with pity. It was heartbreaking to see someone's demeanor fall. Sasha stared at the spot where her brother once was until her vision became blurry from tears. 

"I didn't even get to say goodbye."

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Sasha picked her head up from her knees when she heard the jail cell open. She was met with a gold candelabra, a brown pendulum clock, and a white, porcelain teapot. There were no humans around. 

"Hello?" She asked hesitantly, unsure about who had set her free. 

"Bonjour!" A voice with a french accent greeted her. 

Sasha searched for the voice but only saw the three items looking up at her. 

Wait. Looking up at her?!

"Di-did you just talk?!" She exclaimed, her eyes searching for something to throw at them in case they decided to kill her. 

"Oui, I did!" The candelabra spoke up. 

"Who are you?"

“My name is Jean, but you can call me whatever you want ma dame,” he winked. 

The clock next to Jean rolled his eyes and bonked him on the head.

"Ignore that idiot. My name is Eren. It's nice to meet you." He gave her a kind smile that Sasha returned. 

"I'm Mikasa. I hope you enjoy your stay here." The teapot said. Although she had a stoic expression on her face, her tone sounded very genuine and caring. 

Sasha chucked. "I can try but it might be difficult in this jail cell." She gestured to the cold, dark room around her. 

Eren’s eyes widened. "That's why we're here, Miss-"

"Sasha."

"Sasha. The young master requested that you be moved to a more comfortable room."

Sasha raised an eyebrow. "He said that? Really?"

"Of course! Did you think that Master Niccolo would let you sleep here? It's too cold and damp!" Jean explained with a disgusted face. 

So that's his name. Sasha noted to herself.

"The master asked us to guide you to the room," Mikasa said as Eren pulled out a key from his glass compartment and unlocked the door. 

Eren held a hand out for Sasha to take. "Now come along, it's too cold in here." 

Sasha nodded before grabbing Eren’s hand, leading her into her new life. 

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Niccolo was pacing around his room, waiting for his three most trusted servants to return. He was nervous…

He stopped pacing when he heard a quiet, but hesitant knock on his door. 

"Come in"

Eren, Jean, and Mikasa slowly entered the room, each of them donning a nervous look on their faces. 

“Well?” Niccolo asked impatiently.

“She’s in the room.” Mikasa started.

“But?”

“But she refused to eat dinner.” Eren added, sweat showing around his face. 

“SHE DID WHAT!?!” Niccolo roared and stomped over to the door. 

Jean ran and grabbed Niccolo’s fur to stop him. “Master, we tried to convince her but-”

Niccolo refused to listen anyway. He continued making his way to Sasha’s room until he stood in front of her door. He loudly knocked on it three times. 

“OPEN THIS DOOR!”

“No!” Sasha yelled from the inside. 

Meanwhile, Jean, Eren, and Mikasa were trying to calm Niccolo down. “Master, you need to breathe.”

Niccolo was too angry to pay attention. “I kindly invited you to dinner but you refused.”

“I would rather starve than eat dinner with you!”

“FINE, THEN STARVE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU!” Niccolo huffed and stomped back to his room, his three servants not far behind.

Meanwhile, Sasha was crying on her bed. There was a feather duster named Hanami sitting next to her and attempting to soothe her. 

“It’s okay, Lady Sasha. Master Niccolo will come around eventually.”

“It’s not just that, Hanami. It’s everything that’s happened within the past twelve hours. I never got to say goodbye to my brother.”

Hanami smiled sadly as she petted Sasha’s hair. 

Another servant, Historia, who was a vanity, watched the entire scene with a solemn look. 

“You know.” She started. “Niccolo was not always this cruel.”

Sasha looked up and sniffled. “What do you mean?”

“The Niccolo we knew nine years ago would have been considerate enough to let you say goodbye. This Niccolo is…different.”

“How so?” Sasha asked, she sat up facing the vanity with Hanami on her lap. 

“I’ll give you a summary of the young master’s life. Niccolo is the son of a duca (duke) in Italy. This home is his vacation home where he used to throw extravagant parties. One day, a woman came in seeking shelter but Niccolo refused. She came back one more time but he refused again. It turned out the woman was a sorceress and she cast a spell on everyone here and in the house.”

“If it’s a curse then there should be a way to reverse it right?” 

Historia opened her mouth but stopped as if deciding against it. “I don't know if there is one.” Her eyes darted to the window where the sky was dark and the stars were out. 

“It’s getting late. You should head to be-”

Knock knock

“It’s just me.” Jean’s voice called out from the other side

“I bet that you were hungry so I told the servants to whip you something nice before you go to sleep.”

Sasha was taken aback by Jean’s kindness. “You did? Thank you.” 

“Well, c’mon madame or else Eren will eat all the food!” He exclaimed and grabbed Sasha to drag her to the dining hall. 

(Eren sneezed in the corner of the kitchen)

With the two of them gone, the door shut behind them, leaving Hanami and Historia alone. 

Hanami turned to Historia. “Why did you not tell her the truth?”

Historia sighed. “If she is the one to reverse the curse then I want their love to be genuine, something pure. What do you think the master would say if he found out she only loves him because of a curse. She should love him for him.” “I guess you have a point there. We shall see if it actually works.”

Historia nodded. “It will in due time.” 

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I love that I made Jean as Lumiere and Eren as Cogsworth. Their banter is my favorite thing to write 😂

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