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letstalkaboutshtufff · 3 years

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A Bad Feeling Pt 2

Levi x reader

Pt 2 (Final part)

Pairing : Levi x Cadet reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted rape, mentions of injury, cursing, violence. 18+ only please

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Hey guys! Thank you all so much for the wonderful comments! You're all amazing! I did my best to write Levi not ooc, so please lemme know if I did an ok job. This chapter was hard to write so please lemme know what you think! Enjoy!

"Look at me" he was less angry now and more concerned. Because although he would never admit it. He cared for his team deeply and hated to see any of them hurt.

Knowing you couldn't disobey you sucked in a breath and slowly lifted your head up.

And when Levi's steel eyes met your teary ones they turned into one of shock.

Slowly his eyes travelled over your form. His eye brows furrowed at the grip marks that covered your chin. He looked down further and saw that both your wrists were red. His eyes travelled back up and his whole body froze when he saw the angry looking bruise peeking from under your collar.

He stood there in shock for a moment before snapping out it.

"Y/n.." he started slowly, almost gently.

"Tell me what happened" he clenched his jaw when he realized how scared you look. It did not sit well with him that a girl as strong as you ended up in this state.

Tell him?? I can't... Oro said that he would-!

"I-I c-can't" you closed your eyes feeling completely overwhelmed. Levi was going to be so angry with you, but you couldn't risk being expelled from the survey corps.

Had your eyes been open you would've seen the flash of concern that crossed his usually stoic features. Knowing he wouldnt get anywhere with you in that state he asked you to follow him. Not knowing what else to do you did...

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Silently he led you to a room you had never seen before. It was neat and organized, and off to the side you saw a small stove and sink.

You were so out of it, the shock taking over that you didnt even remember being sat down at a small table.

You stared at the wood in silence, listening to some clanging around you for several minutes but snapped out of it when a small plate and tea cup full of something steaming and sweet smelling was put in front of you.

Wordlessly you looked up at your captain who took a seat near you, but far away enough not to add to your nervousness.

"Drink, it'll help" he ordered quietly. And so you did. You both sat in silence until the last drop was gone. You thought he would yell at the clattering noise your cup made every time your shakey hands grabbed it but he didnt. He sat there quiet and silent.

When you were done you let out a small thank you. You felt a tiny bit less shakey but no where near relaxed. How could you be?

Levi silently took the cup, and deposited it in the sink.

When he was finished, he made his way back to you and sat down.

"Y/n, I know you don't wanna talk, but I need to know what happened" he started calmly.

You looked into his eyes and saw that he was patient and not at all angry.

Could you tell him the truth? Oro said that he would ruin your future but if you told captain Levi, would he protect you? Despite his harsh demeanor you knew that Levi did care and protect his team when it came down to it. Even his harsh disciplines were usually for the best. Even if we couldn't see it.

But even so...Oro is his friend... way longer than I've been his cadet...what if I tell him and he talks to Oro and oro tells him something else that he believes over me.

Levi noticed the hitch in your breath and tried to calm you down once more, "Listen to me y/n, Its my job to look out for you, you're safe now" he promised gently, well as gently as he levi could be) you looked and saw sincerety in his orbs. Your mouth formed the shape to speak. But you still were not able.

"If you're not able to tell me what happened yet, I need you to at least give me a name" he tried to reason. You couldn't believe how calm and patient he was being with you. You so desperately wanted to tell him. But you were terrified.

"I-I'm afraid.." you admitted quietly in shame..

Levi felt anger rise within him, not at you no, but at whoever made you like this. He'd seen you take down titans like it was playtime at school. And now you were shaking like a leaf afraid of something he still had no idea what/who caused this.

"Like I said you're safe now-"

" Thats not.." you cut him off, "I-I'm afraid you won't take.... my side.." you admitted as a fresh set of tears ran down your face.

His eyes widened a little at this, did you not trust him?

"Y/n, listen to me" he waited until you raised your teary eyes up to meet his once more.

"You have proven yourself to be nothing but trustworthy during your time as my cadet. You have my word that no matter what you say, I will believe you" he said with finality.

And that was all you needed to hear to unlock the fear that held you back.

"Oro" you whispered.

His eyes widened in utter shock before turning into quiet rage.

"Oro did this.."

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Levi did a remarkable job of holding in his emotions as you told him what happened. You didn't do it all at once. You kept having to pause to collect yourself. And some things were harder to say than others. But slowly you told him everything, his words and what he did.

The whole time you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. Afraid of what emotions his face held. But when you were finished and he stood up, you couldn't help but steal a glance.

You sucked in a breath.

*Ok small teeny tiny spoiler in the next paragraph from season 3*

The last time you witnessed levi in that state was when he fought the beast titan. His body was eerily calm, but his eyes. His eyes held death.

"Stay here" and with that he was gone and you were alone...

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It was torture waiting in that room. What was he going to do? The anxiety of waiting and doing nothing was killing you.

The panic mixed with exhaustion was such a strange feeling to you. Your mind was racing but your body felt on the verge on collapse.

Sighing you threw your head on the table and tucked your arms underneath.

You couldn't help but let your eyes droop.

You were somewhere between a light sleep and a deep one when the click of a door opening made you jolt awake.

"Heichou.." you went to stand but he motioned for you to stay put. To be honest you weren't sure you could stay upright. It felt like you had been thrown off a roof.

"W-what happened?" You couldn't wait another second before asking.

He stared at you for a moment, much more calm than when he had left earlier. "It's taken care of" he said finally.

You waited a few seconds for him to continue but he didn't.

"Um, by taken care of you mean...?" you nervously fidgeted with your hands.

He sighed and walked over to a nearby cabinet, not facing you he replied, "I mean that bastard won't be bothering you or anyone else anymore" you were slightly frustrated by his lack of elaboration.

Before you could press any further he turned around and cut you off, "Forget about it now, we can discuss it in the morning." You nodded hesitantly although all you wanted was some answers.

It was then you noticed that Levi was holding a small med kit in his hands. Before you knew it, he was sitting next to you, scooting the chair slightly closer.

"Hand" you stared blankly at the outstretched hand for a moment in confusion.

Whats he?... oh!

You snapped out of it not wanting to annoy him after all he had done for you by taking too long.

And despite the situation, you somehow found the capacity to still blush like a school girl when his soft hands gripped yours with surprising gentleness.

A comfortable silence filled the room as he got to work tending to your wrists. With more care than you thought he was capable he applied a cool ointment and wrapped them delicately.

You didnt even realize you were crying until you saw a fat tear plop onto the table. Levi looked up at you, pausing his movements.

"S-sorry! I didn't mean to-sorry..."you babbled embarrassed, your words not really making sense. You suddenly felt bad for putting him through all this. And now you couldn't even stop crying like an idiot.

You squeezed your eyes trying to stop the flow, but for some reason you couldn't stop. All the panic and relief caused you to feel so overwhelmed you couldn't help but let it all out. You also couldn't help but to keep apologizing over and over.

"Don't apologize.." your breath hitched at the quiet kindness in his voice. He had surprised you at least 20 times tonight by how gentle he was being. You slowly opened your eyes letting the tears fall freely. It was like the floodgates had opened, "heichou..." you swiped a hand over trying to quell the tears, "thank you" you sobbed out sincerely, not holding back.

And for the 21 time that night you were in utter disbelief when Captain Levi, the cold hearted, sadistic, cruel leader of the survey corps turned in his chair, facing opposite of you, reached a hand over to cradle your head and pulled you into his shoulder.

"It's alright y/n...its alright..." he whispered holding you close. Your wide eyes eventually closed and you clutched the arm cradling you. It was warm and safe and secure, and your heart filled with happiness, because despite everything that had happened, you knew you always could trust him, and maybe it was selfish to think this but a part of you believed that out of everyone on his squad, he only had showed this kindness to you.

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The next morning as you made your way into the hall for breakfast. You couldn't help but feel everything was a bit too normal. Despite your fears, people weren't whispering about you, or giving you looks.

Sighing you found your usual spot by Sasha and Mikasa. Luckily the Mark's on your chin had lessened enough to where you could pass it off as a "I fell out of be and hit my chin on the floor" kinda thing.

After some time the boys joined as well,

"Ne did you guys hear?!" Armin exclaimed suddenly as he placed his tray down.

"Hear what?" Eren asked chewing on a piece of bread.

"About Captain Oro!" At that you felt your heart skip a beat.

Shit, what had he heard?

"What about him?" He asked raising a eyebrow.

"He was arrested!"

"What?!"

"No way!"

"There's no way!" They all were in shock.

"Its true!" He exclaimed.

"I was on my way to deliver some things to Hange-San when I saw him get dragged away by the police! And get this, he was all bloody and bruised! Like he had just been in a fight or something! They were practically carrying him!"

What?! Did Captain Levi...?!?

"Why was he arrested??" Mikasa chimed in.

"I don't know, I asked around but no one seems to know anything.."

"Huh, weird.. I wonder what happend" one of them responded.

One day you would tell them what happened but for now you decided to keep quiet.

Suddenly a flash of raven hair caught your attention. You spotted the captain making his way to Hanges table across the room. When he caught your gaze you couldn't help the small rush of heat and found your lips pulling up into a grateful smile.

He nodded simply and continued on.

Despite everything people said about him, he truly was a good person. And you couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought that he beat up Oro because he hurt you.

You still felt the rush of heat at the memories of last night and how he held you. After your cries had quieted down he escorted you to your room and told you to get some sleep.

You thanked him again and that was that. All night all you could think about was- well of course everything that happened- but also, the gentle way Levi tended to your wrists, the way he held your head close, the way he smelled up close the way-

"Hey y/n?" Jean leaned over with an eyebrow quirked.

"Y-yeah?"

"Why are you so red?"

Shit

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And that's the end! I hope the ending was everything you guys were hoping for, thank you all for taking the time to read it. I hope Levi didn't seem to ooc. Until next time!

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krugeblitz · 2 years

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worth it (xu shang-chi/kingo sunen )

summary: kingo & shang-chi finally have a conversation about their (im)mortality.

a/n: okay wait first off, the languages from here that i speak are hindi and english. i do not at all know mandarin so if any of the words & translations are wrong, please lmk!! also the ending is a little weird so like im sorry i literally cannot write those. anyway ohmygod guys i’m scared that this isn’t good at all but here’s my contribution to our kingoshangchi hyper-fixation <33 i know i suck at writing but take it as it is please just like lie and tell me its okay or sumn🙏🏾 it’s short btw idk just like take it guys. also thanks to bucky for like helping me out sm <33

setting: before shang-chi & the legend of the ten rings takes place and the second part is after it does.

warning/s: possibly ooc?? mentions of blood, talk of future loss/death, immortal/mortal trope, angst then fluff so hurt/comfort i think. some words are in hindi and mandarin so look for translations at the end !! gay as hell

act one!

“what’s gonna happen when i eventually die?” shang-chi asked out of nowhere, his voice low as he feared the answer.

kingo’s heart ached at the question and his boyfriend’s wobbly voice. his heartbeat went up and the xu boy felt it from his place on the former’s chest. that was the one question that he prayed shang-chi never asked, the one question he wouldn’t — couldn’t answer right away.

the star exhaled shakily and avoided shang-chi’s gaze, “i don’t..” he trailed off when he heard his voice crack. “i don’t like thinking about that,” he quickly breathed out.

“but you have thought about it?”

“shang-chi, do we really have to—”

“yeah! i mean, we have to talk about it someday, kingo!” shang-chi exclaimed as he picked up his head from his partner’s muscular chest and sat up a little, resting his weight on his elbows. now his eyes were fixated directly on kingo. “i know we both have been putting off having this conversation but i just.. i can’t do this anymore.” he shook his head. “please, let’s just talk about it.”

“what is there to talk about, jaanemann?” kingo sighed and rubbed his eyes with the hand that wasn’t still around shang-chi’s waist.

“my inevitable death, ài,” shang-chi leaned his head forward, prompting the man to look at him. “you know that eventually you’re gonna lose me. what, then?”

“where are you planning to go with this?” kingo flailed his hand.

“i just feel like..” shang-chi trailed off, tearing up at the thought. “i.. you deserve to be with someone that can be by your side till the end of time. i’ll eventually die and you don’t deserve to go through that pain, i..” he stopped to blink away his tears and clear his throat. “i don’t think i’m worth it. you shouldn’t go through all that pain just because of me.”

kingo was, to put it lightly, honestly, flabbergasted. he simply couldn’t comprehend what his boyfriend was saying.

“what do you mean you’re ‘not worth it’?” kingo croaked out. both the men’s eyesights were blurred by their tears. there were too many to blink away so they both let a few fall, simultaneously moving forward to wipe the opposite’s away.

kingo sat up too, now, forcing shang-chi to sit up properly as well. he pulled him forward so that their knees were touching and let his hand rest on his waist and the other lightly cupped his wet cheek.

“shang-chi, i need you to know that when i tell you you’re the love of my life, i mean it. seriously, i mean, i actually can’t imagine loving someone this way.” kingo sniffed out. shang-chi’s lips turned into a pout as he tried not to cry even more.

“look, i can’t imagine losing you. i know that one day i will. but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you go right now just because of that. i’d rather have spent, even, just half a century with you than a lifetime with anyone else, okay? because i think you’re absolutely worth it.” kingo smiled softly at the shorter man prodding him to return it. “oh, what the hell? why did i just say that like i’m in that damned shampoo ad?” when shang-chi did giggle in acknowledgment of his attempt to make him laugh, kingo felt a burden get lifted off his chest.

“it’s okay that we won’t get to spend forever together. but right now? i’ll take all the time with you that i can.”

shang-chi sniffed, wiping his tears away with the back of his hand and enveloping the love of his life in a tight embrace. they both fell back into the mattress, chuckling softly. shang-chi kissed kingo’s cheek quickly and went back to resting his head on his chest. “i love you.”

“so.. we’re okay, right?” kingo carefully checked. shang-chi, whose eyes were still closed as he took in how blessed he was that he had this lovely man as his significant other, nodded, “more than.”

act two!

they were, in fact, not okay. not at the moment, at least.

“tu kitna bada chutiya hain, yaar,” kingo cussed under his breath, grabbing a wet cotton swab and dabbing the huge cut that was on shang-chi’s face with it.

his boyfriend had just returned to their apartment after a long, long week of facing his past. his dad, particularly. he was all injured but he headed straight for their home to meet kingo and the first thing kingo did was pull him in the bathroom to patch him up and also, shout at him.

“rúguǒ nǐ bù huì shuō yīngyǔ, nàme,” shang-chi retorted. kingo huffed in annoyance, throwing out the now dirty swab. “you are an idiot, i said.” he spat and shang-chi tutted.

“is the cut bad?”

“badass,” kingo whispered, making him smile.

“what i don’t get is— why didn’t you just— i don’t know? call me? your boyfriend who is also a superhero? you know i could’ve helped!”

“i needed to—” hiss! “—do that on my own. plus, you were shooting ikaris’ climax scene. i’ve been waiting for so long for that goddamned movie — how could i interrupt?” the man in the red suit grinned at his boyfriend in hopes of calming him down.

it worked like a charm, because kingo was now chuckling. shang-chi’s grin turned into a soft smile of admiration. “i’m fine, bǎobèi. really. don’t worry. but hey! look! i’m a superhero too, now!” he jumped off his place on their bathroom counter and grabbed both of kingo’s shoulders. “and i have a big, big surprise for you,”

the actor’s ears perked up at that and he infamously raised his eyebrow, but continued packing the first aid kit he’d finished up with. “what is it? you bring me your mom’s recipe book?” he chuckled.

“better, actually.”

“i doubt that. you told me that she— oh! okay, we’re going—” kingo stammered as shang-chi dragged him out of their bathroom. he pulled kingo to sit down with him on their king-sized bed which bounced and creaked under their weight.

“okay, so. the rings, right?” shang-chi pointed to where they sat next to them. kingo nodded, inquisitive. “i hadn’t told you about their powers entirely because i wasn’t sure, either. but now i know.”

“they make their user strong. so, i have super-strength when i use them, right? but they give me another ability, too,” shang-chi breathed out quickly, excited to tell kingo.

“they made my father immortal. and now that i have them,” he trailed off with a grin, hoping kingo would catch on. “you can be immortal too?” kingo exclaimed in question and grabbed shang-chi’s collars. and when he rapidly nodded, kingo was sure there could not be a happier man on the planet.

many, many tearful kisses and hugs later, kingo whispered, “this means— we can have our happily ever after?”

“we can have our happily ever after, qīn'ài de.”

fin.

translations: jaanemann (hindi) — sweetheart | ài (mandarin) — love | tu kitna bada chutiya hain yaar (hindi) — you are such an asshole | rúguǒ nǐ bù huì shuō yīngyǔ, nàme (mandarin) — if you don’t speak in english, then | bǎobèi (mandarin) — babe | qīn'ài de (mandarin) — dearest.

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keijiluvr · 3 years

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JUST SOME BOY

Pairings: Atsumu x Reader

Warnings: Implication of cheating, angst

NOTE: this is my first time writing about hq boys so i’m sorry if it might be ooc :( also pls be nice about this, i know it sucks but anyway here you go!

Part 2

Being in a relationship with Atsumu for more than a year now really has been wonderful for you. You felt happy, comfortable and content with him. You make each other happy as giggles and laughter would leave your lips, pulling the other’s body closer to them. Affection wasn’t really an issue as kissing has been normal for the both of you. Subtle hand holding and nuzzling against the other’s neck has been a routine most of the time, eager to just feel the touch of the other. Mornings filled with soft smiles, brushing the other’s hair and leave kisses all over their face.

Both of you know each other like the back of your hands, being able to know if something’s troubling the other and be able to talk about it and work things out. You were able to support him throughout his struggles especially with volleyball and he’s always there to listen whenever something’s bothering you. It was safe to say that you can imagine yourself staying in this so called fairytale for a very long time.

But it didn’t last that long.

It started two weeks ago. That gut feeling that something’s wrong, screaming and begging at you to listen. No matter what you do, it wouldn’t disappear as it clawed its way up to your mind, disturbing your thoughts as it pushed it to the back of your mind and let itself stay inside your head for a while. It’s been bothering you for days. You thought it was just you being paranoid or a common feeling of nervousness but why would you feel like that?

“Tsum?”

“Sorry, Coach told me to stay behind to practice more on.”

You brushed it off, it didn’t really matter to you as long as he got home safely and that he’s okay. This would happen sometimes and you’re always waiting for him in the apartment, ready to reassure and relieve some stress with him. You’ve been his anchor, always keeping everything grounded and steady and he liked it. How come things started changing?

However, the constant late night practices started happening frequently as excuses kept on piling up.

“We have an important match coming up. I really have to practice.”

“Bokuto-san wanted to practice more on his spikes, he needed me.”

“The team stayed a bit longer to practice some more.”

That’s when that gut feeling kept nagging at you, resulting in countless negative thoughts running around your mind while you stay in your shared bedroom, alone and awake as the night settled in. Did something go wrong? Did you do something? But then you would feel foolish for having that kind of thoughts. You would reassure yourself, repeating a mantra in your head that everything’s fine, he just needs time to practice.

It was like a constant play of a broken record inside your head, not letting the fear eat you whole. It was scary, frightening even but you should trust him, you do trust him.

So you lived as if you have nothing to worry about, understanding that he has to prioritize his career first and that everything will go back to normal soon. He’d start coming home early after the match, you’d feel his skin on yours, the apartment would be filled with laughter and new memories. You hoped it would be like that soon.

It felt weird, today feels weird for you. It wasn’t that good kind of weird, it was the opposite. Your hands felt clammy, your heartbeat setting an uneven pace and this gut feeling, the familiar gut feeling but much more intense than before. It felt as if something bad is supposed to happen today, as if your body is sending alarming bells to you, trying to warn you about the possible future events that may occur today, that you need to prepare yourself for something.

But what could it be?

Going back to reading the text messages you sent to your boyfriend, you felt anxious. Why would he leave you on read? Did something bad happen during their practice today? That might not be the case since someone from the team would’ve called you right away if something happened. You felt silly, crazy even due to how paranoid you are. Who could blame you though? It’s been hours and he hasn’t even thought of replying to your texts.

You’ve thought about so many possible scenarios, even reaching the point of something happening to the gym. Hell, enough scenarios just to put your mind on edge that causes your legs to shake due to nervousness.

Reaching for your phone quickly, you inserted the passcode as soon as you heard the familiar ding coming from your phone.

You bit your lower lip, forcing yourself not to let out a sigh, to show your disappointment. What did you expect though? No matter how hard you try, nothing will change. He prioritizes volleyball over anything. If it’s practice, it’s practice. You should know that by now as you were always there for him, supporting him and cheering him on as he does the thing that he loves. But why can’t you ignore this gut feeling? That same gut feeling that’s been desperate to grab your attention, to make you listen that something is obviously wrong.

Maybe it’s telling you that an accident might happen so without giving it a second thought, you decided to text the person who you’ve been friends with for a while just to check up on Atsumu.

You were in a state of shock, completely still as you read the message over and over again. Your grip on your phone tightening its hold as your chest felt heavy. Blinking, you haven’t even noticed the tears as they fell, landing on the sheets below you. Your mind whirling with endless amounts of negative scenarios, a bunch of what ifs making your heart ache more.

But this isn’t the time to mope around and drown in negative scenarios. You need answers, you need to hear the truth and you know the person that can answer every question that you have.

Atsumu realized that he came home late once again, letting out a sigh as he shut the front door behind him, trying to be quiet as possible too since he noticed how the lights are turned off indicating that you might have fallen asleep. Biting his lower lip, he was on his way to the kitchen to grab something to eat when he noticed someone sitting on the couch.

“Y/N? You almost gave me a heart attack.” He let out a chuckle, sauntering over to you but felt himself stiffen.

There you were, hugging your knees close to your chest. Teary-eyed, you looked up at him, “Where were you, Atsumu?”

“What? I was at practice like everyday.”

“Don’t lie to me, please.” The way you begged, desperate to know the truth even if it will hurt, even if it will break you. It would be better to know the truth rather than pretending to be living in a healthy and stable relationship with someone you once knew.

As he stood there, you couldn’t even recognize him anymore. Nothing changed with his physical appearance but it felt like you were talking to a stranger, to someone you barely even know anymore. Your chest tightening as your eyes welling with tears. “Please.” You sobbed

Holding out his hand, he tried to wipe your tears away. However, you turned your head to the side, not wanting to feel his touch, knowing you’d crumble more in his grasp. Instead, the hand was left hanging in the air as you avoided his gaze, wiping your own tears. Defeated, he sat beside you, watching you carefully. “Did someone tell you?” His voice small.

You let out a humorless chuckle, wiping your fingers to your shirt as you faced him. “Someone told me some things. You weren’t staying at the gym to practice more, Atsumu. He told me how you would always be the first one to leave practice, always in a hurry yet you always come home late.” You whispered the last few words, voice cracking before clearing your throat.

Pathetic, you felt pathetic. As the warning bells continued to ring inside your head, you couldn’t help but cling onto one positive thought that maybe, maybe he’s working on something for days and wouldn’t tell anyone. That maybe he was just busy and didn’t think of telling anyone.

But why would he lie to you? Why would he pretend to be at practice?

“I’m sorry.”

“I was planning on telling you but I guess I’ve been a coward for avoiding it. I met someone, Y/N. She makes me happy. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.”

That part of you that has been trying to give you hope started diminishing at his response. That small part of you that was believing and trusting him, the one that you held onto so so so tightly disappeared, leaving you falling into the void. The fact that all of the effort and progress that you’ve been trying to do lately came crashing down onto you, pushing you further into the darkness.

It triggered you. His words triggered something beneath you. I was planning on telling you. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.

Is he being serious? You felt as if he wasn’t being sincere for his actions, for what he did to you. It felt like it had no effect on him that you found out. If you didn’t find out today, would he still keep on doing it? But what pierced through your heart, what kept repeating in your head was those words. She makes me happy.

Did you fail? Were you not enough? Did you not make him happy?

It felt as if your body moved on its own, standing up abruptly and slapped him across his face. For once, you didn’t regret your actions. He deserved it. Looking down at him, you tried so hard to memorize his face. Before he could utter another word, you were out of his sight.

You clenched your fist, feeling your palm burning as it serves as a reminder that you hit him before running to your room to pack your things.

“It looks like they’re coming back.”

Turning around, you eyed the stadium with a soft, little smile. The banner with his team on it proudly shown as people gather to view the details of the upcoming match. Your gaze landed on his picture, content as you saw how happy he looked especially with his teammates.

That night, it was the last time you saw him. It’s been almost a year now and admittedly, it’s been tough to get back on your feet but you’re almost there. Your heart might still long for him, it might still ache since there are days that the pain becomes unbearable but you’re thankful for the people around you that have been patient enough to guide you back to your feet.

“Who’s that? It looks like you know him.” Your friend asked, pointing at the guy you’ve been staring at.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s just some boy.”

It might be a long process, the healing but you’re willing to undergo through the long process until you can finally move on from everything without feeling the pain, the ache and the misery. For now, you’re just happy for him for achieving his dreams.

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zombiequincy · 4 years

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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.

First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all had witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.

MUN NAME: Hela AGE: 21 CONTACT: IM

CHARACTER(S): Giselle Gewelle, Yumichika Ayasegawa (inactive)

CURRENT FANDOM(S): Bleach

BLEACH FANDOM(S) YOU HAVE AN AU FOR: I have gory Bloodborne au but that one just exists in my head on my lonesome.

MY LANGUAGE(S): English and one very specific Middle Eastern dialect.

THEMES I’M INTERESTED IN FOR RP: FANTASY / Science fiction / Horror / WESTERN / ROMANCE / Thriller / MYSTERY / DYSTOPIA / ADVENTURE / MODERN / Erotic / Crime / MYTHOLOGY / Classic / HISTORY / RENAISSANCE / MEDIEVAL / Ancient / WAR / FAMILY / POLITICS / RELIGION / SCHOOL / ADULTHOOD / CHILDHOOD / APOCALYPTIC / GODS / Sport / MUSIC / Science / FIGHTS / ANGST / Smut / DRAMA / etc.

PREFERRED THREAD LENGTH: one-liner / 1 para / 2 PARA / 3+ / NOVELLA.

ASKS CAN BE SEND BY: MUTUALS / NON-MUTUALS / PERSONALS / ANONS.

CAN ASKS BE CONTINUED?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO.

PREFERRED THREAD TYPE: CRACK / casual nothing too deep / SERIOUS / DEEP AS HECK. (i love it all sorry I am quite the mixed bag lmao)

IS REALISM / RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR YOU IN CERTAIN THEMES?: YES / NO. i gotta know what certain human body parts taste like u know

ARE YOU ATM OPEN FOR NEW PLOTS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

DO YOU HANDLE YOUR DRAFT / ASK - COUNT WELL?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. it’s SO BAD FOR ME RN ASGLDKJDJKA i’m very inconsistent i’m so sorry.

HOW LONG DO YOU USUALLY TAKE TO REPLY?: 24H / 1 WEEK / 2 WEEKS / 3+ / months / years. / a lot of it has more to do w my general writing mood and if the thread im writing catches my interest, and rn im writing a TON of really wonderful and fascinating threads so they’re all super captivating for me and i try to reply asap

I’M OKAY WITH INTERACTING: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / MY FANDOM / CROSSOVERS / MULTI-MUSES / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYALS / AU-VERSIONS.

DO YOU POST MORE IC OR OOC?: IC / OOC. (i have a lot of stupid shit sorry)

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH FOLLOWING OTHERS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

BEST WAYS TO APPROACH YOU FOR RP/PLOTTING: just send me a tumblr instant message, i know it sucks shit but im not comfy releasing my discord w everyone just yet cause i use it for personal use as well. i check tumblr on the daily so if you send me a message chances are i’ll see it and respond!

WHAT EXPECTATIONS DO YOU HOLD TOWARDS YOUR PLOTTING PARTNER: i guess just be able to put up with my rambling and stopping and starting, a lot of characterisation choices i do go through various stages and its pretty messy so when i communicate that with others it usually ends up equally messy. just be patient with me please.

WHEN YOU NOTICE THE PLOTTING IS RATHER ONE-SIDED, WHAT DO YOU DO?: i don’t mind! sometimes ppl have more ideas that they want to share first and i’m always super happy to listen to those ideas !! sometimes its nice to have someone with a clear guide or structure and be able to work around that rather than trying to fumble through a plot together.

HOW DO YOU USUALLY PLOT WITH OTHERS, DO YOU GIVE INPUT OR LEAVE MOST WORK TOWARDS YOUR PARTNER?: i try to map out some basic info abt their characters that i otherwise don’t know from their bio or verses and try to pick out points of confrontation or similarities to expand on with giselle that can be used as points for like a starter to happen. its either that or sometimes i have really stupid ideas i just toss out there like ‘LMAO THEYRE BREAKING SHIT AT DISNEYLAND’ and go buck wild from there if the other person is down. i also always try to warn people or get a gauge for what subjects to avoid and steer clear of considering that giselle is a bit of a Freak(tm) and will say and do bad things.

WHEN A PARTNER DROPS THE THREAD, DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: if there’s something giselle did or said that upset you, i would love to know not to repeat it again (since i do still feel pretty new to the rp game, theres still plenty of time for me to make stupid mistakes). if its just a general lack of interest or uncertainty of where the plot should go, then you dont have to tell me i wont take it personally i promise !

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO DROP A THREAD?: sometimes i can be made uncomfortable by certain things mentioned... it happens but its rare

- WILL YOU TELL YOUR PARTNER?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. i don’t want to upset anyone personally and sometimes explaining the ins and outs of my discomfort make things ten times worse so i just. would rather not.

IS COMMUNICATION IN THE RPC IMPORTANT TO YOU? YES / NO.

- AND WHY?: i am the most nervous person you can meet and my brain is always giving me misinfo abt paranoia and random shit so i having clear concrete communication between two parties abt if something is going wrong or is being received poorly means the world to me.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH ABSOLUTE HONESTY, EVEN IF IT MAY MEANS HEARING SOMETHING NEGA1TIVE ABOUT YOU AND/OR PORTRAYAL?: i need it !! i still feel relatively new to all this and i need to know whats going wrong to improve !!

DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SUCH SITUATION IN A MATURE WAY? YES / NO.

WHY DO YOU RP AGAIN, IS THERE A GOAL?: to help with my confidence in writing! i have v bad anxiety when it comes to sharing my works and i write a lot of other pieces alongside this blog on ao3 and i want to develop my writing skills just in general. when it comes to like the nuts and bolts of why i rp giselle specifically, its mainly to just have fun and have a laugh w my friends who are really awesome quincy writers

WISHLIST, BE IT PLOTS OR SCENARIOS: OH SO MANY! ive managed to fulfil a lot of my wishlist threads with like, giselle talking to characters she’s already zombified and i love all that angst but i want to do more stupid shit. i want to make it my personal goal to bully every quincy man and woman on sight. although a REAL dream would be if i got to write a thread zombifying a character who managed to escape giselle’s clutches. and more fighting! i want to get better at describing action and fights and i love to write giselle getting beat up and beating people up! more more more!!

THEMES I WON’T EVER RP / EXPLORE: hohoho theres a LOT... uh r*pe/dubcon threads for one, even if yeah i know writing it doesnt condone it, it makes me intensely uncomfortable to put my muse in that scenario, i feel like i have an obligation to like, protect her from that shit you know? racism is one i don’t want to transgress, even though i’m a poc, its not really cathartic or groundbreaking to write abt racism in threads its just... really fucking upsetting. also i know the quincy’s have this very close parallel to the whole n*zi imagery and ideology thing going on and i am not about to start even daring to thread that into my writing or bring those allusions and references of real life tragedies into giselle’s threads. i’ve already talked at length abt exploring giselles trans identity in rp and why im not comfortable doing so, so.... yeah! all those i guess.

WHAT TYPE OF STARTERS DO YOU PREFER / DISLIKE, CAN’T WORK WITH?: i like starters where giselle can just immediately get right into being a piece of shit. mise en scene and all that! cut out the build up and just get to the intense horror !! i don’t like starters where its not immediately clear where the characters are standing and what they’re doing and what’s happening around them. those really disorientate me and leave me kinda floundering because i always need some allusion or mention of a setting to ground giselle in a time and place other wise i cant tell what her response should be

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE MOST?: EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN. also just characters i can wholeheartedly clown on, or also characters who have hidden depths to them and have a single panel of screentime. honestly it’s just all over the place!

WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE LEAST?: angry old men GSADJDKSJA i could never rp yhwach for example or yamamoto because idk. theyre just so crummy and boring to me. i also couldnt rp characters who always have an upper hand in battle like aizen. i like my dumbasses and i like them stupid and adaptive not just, ‘yes i know this because i Know this.’

WHAT ARE YOUR STRONG ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: i think im nice...? FKSJDKDJSA idk i hate trying to toot my own horn. sometimes i also think i make funny jokes and im pretty chill and laid back

WHAT ARE YOUR WEAK ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: my writing style is inconsistent and adapts to whatever i’m reading so sometimes it’ll be really good and i love it and other times it reads like really bad fanfic and i get carried away far too easily and write novella lengths for threads which should be much shorter. i also get shy a lot and dont think i communicate very effectively but HEYO we’re working on it!

DO YOU RP SMUT?: YES / NO/ DEPENDS. haven’t had anybody brave enough to try yet lol

DO YOU PREFER TO GO INTO DETAIL?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH BLACK CURTAIN?: YES / NO.

- WHEN DO YOU RP SMUT? MORE OUT OF FUN OR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?: more for fun i’d imagine because that’s just giselles own attitude to sex and relationships where she doesnt want anything deep. it might show character development in one way of just showing how she regards others in a romantic sense to be used rather than actually appreciated as their own person and show how selfish she is but yeah, more out of fun

- ANYTHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RP THERE?: theres a few kinks and such but i dont think they’d ever really come up. again, just mainly no r*pe/dubcon.

ARE SHIPS IMPORTANT TO YOU?: YES / NO lets hope this doesn’t make me sound like an asshole, but its more like a fun little side thing than anything important to giselle’s actual development and characterisation.

WOULD YOU SAY YOUR BLOG IS SHIP-FOCUSED?: YES / NO. again, hardly anyone is brave enough to try to romance this evil cannibal.

DO YOU USE READ MORE?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES WHEN I WRITE LONG STUFF.

ARE YOU: MULTI-SHIP / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — MULTIVERSE / Singleverse.

- WHAT DO YOU LOVE TO EXPLORE THE MOST IN YOUR SHIPS?: more how giselle likes to give over her power or dominate in different circumstances depending on who she’s with and what’s being done. BUT AGAIN, not a whole lot to explore yet.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS?: YES / NO. - i mean im down for p much anything if it vibes w giselle.

► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.

- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOUR MUSE INTERESTING TOWARDS OTHERS, WHY SHOULD THEY RP WITH THIS PARTICULAR CHARACTER OF YOURS NOW, WHAT POSSIBLE PLOTS DO THEY OFFER?: if you want an evil woman to taunt and mock and hurt your muse, she’s your gal. you want her to zombify and ruin your muse, shes also your gal. you want her to insult and maim and injure, she’s also YOUR GAL. basically, if you want to do anything fucked up or sad or scary, she can help with that.

- WITH WHAT TYPE OF MUSES DO YOU USUALLY STRUGGLE TO RP WITH?: uh muses who get really angry quickly or don’t rise or respond to her jabs and are just kinda like a flatline. theres only so much pestering and annoying she can do until realises its not working and just wanders off

- WHAT DO THEY DESIRE, IS THEIR GOAL?: to find a goal worth living for.

- WHAT CATCHES THEIR INTEREST FIRST WHEN MEETING SOMEONE NEW?: appearance she always takes an interest in girls almost right away. age as well because she judges old people.

- WHAT DO THEY VALUE IN A PERSON?: a good set of guts to ruin and strong muscles.

- WHAT THEMES DO THEY LIKE TALKING ABOUT?: women, gore, murder, herself, music, stupid memes, gossip.

- WHICH THEMES BORE THEM?: politics, history, quincy ideology, soul reaper ideology, hollow physiology.

- DID THEY EVER WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC?: her family tried to force the burden of upholding the quincy lineage onto her shoulders, she was thrown into the wrong prison and held in isolation, then pressured to become an undying monster in service of a god and then was nearly killed by that same man and left wandering without guidance or purpose. so, yeah?

- WHAT COULD LEAD TO AN INSTANT KILL?: transphobia. even a whiff of it in her direction and she’ll gut you like a fish.

- IS THERE SOMEONE /-THING THEY HATE?: the twink soul reaper who outted her.

IS YOUR MUSE EASY TO APPROACH?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?: if you’re smart, you’ll bring a big bone for her to chew on and distract her while you ask whatever you want.

SOMETHING YOU MAY STILL WANT TO POINT OUT ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: i love my evil queen!

CONGRATS!!! You managed it, now tag your mutuals! ♥

Tagged by: @bazzardburner cheers chicken boy !!

Tagging: @hyouketsu @blooming5th @viciousvizard @glacies-tempestatem and whoever else wishes to do this!!

#dash games #// this took ages....

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impandagrl · 6 years

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When I See Your Face

Things might not be as rosy as they first appeared, as Y/N and Sam continue to explore their new relationship.

Part 2 of the 'Home Is Wherever I'm With You' series

Part 1 Here

Much thanks to the brilliant @justawaywardwinchestergirl and Edge_of_Clairvoyance for being amazing for encouragement, bouncing ideas off of, and providing excellent beta services.

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (my way), emotional hurt/comfort, off-screen violence, Sam (seemingly) acting OOC

I have been working on this for a bit, I have several chapters already written and will be posting them as I can. If you want a list of known warnings, let me know and I will send it to you privately as it includes spoilers. If you want to be tagged let me know.

During the next several weeks, keeping an eye out for Sam on Thursdays became second nature. It wouldn't happen every week, and they hadn't been able to have any noteworthy interactions, just that smile and gentle “Hey, Y/N,” - he somehow always made sure he got her without making it obvious he was doing it - and she would reply in kind and take his order.

This Thursday she was particularly hoping to see him because he hadn't been in the last two weeks in a row. It was a bit early yet for possible Sam sightings - she was just tidying up so she could take her lunch - when she saw him.

He smiled at her, but something was a little off about it and she felt her heart stutter in concern. “Hey, Sam, is -" she glanced around the mostly empty shop, and lowered her voice, “- is everything okay?” The question was a little unprofessional, but she couldn't help herself.

“Yes, of course, I get to have lunch at my favorite coffee place.” he was trying for light and joking, and almost pulled it off, but her instincts were still telling her there was something not quite right.

She made the split decision to drop a hint in the hopes he would pick it up, but left it up to him in case he would rather be alone. “Perfect! I get to serve my favorite customer right before I take *my* lunch.”

He seemed genuinely hopeful at this news, and it was his turn to subtly glance around and lower his voice, “Would you mind having lunch with me again?”

“Not at all, what can I get you?”

He looked over the lunch menu undecidedly and she interjected, “The strawberry almond salad is really good - that's what I was going to have, actually.”

He brightened at that and his small smile was the closest to normal he'd managed so far. “I'll take two of those, then.”

She gave him a mock reproving look, but wasn't going to turn down a free meal. She gave him the price and nodded toward the corner as she rang him up, “Meet you in the same booth as before?”

“Perfect, see you in a minute.” She scrutinized him as he walked away. She may have just been imagining it, but he seemed to carry himself a little more hunched, and move just a bit slower, than usual.

She brought their salads on a tray so she could carry extra vinaigrette dressing and two cups. She carefully set it in the center of the table before scooching in.

He eyed the purplish drinks curiously. “What's this?”

“Fresh berry lemonade. You bought the salads and I thought they would go nicely. I could get you something else if you don't like it . . .”

Sam shook his head, “I'm sure I'll enjoy it, thank you.”

They started in on their salads in silence for a minute before she decided to broach the subject as delicately as she could. “Would it help to talk about it?”

His eyes searched hers, “Uh, I'm not . . . I don't really . . .” He trailed off.

“Sam,” she leaned forward in her chair and her hand moved unbidden to touch his, but she set it down on the table a few inches short. “You don't have to tell me anything. If you want to, I'm here. If you'd rather we talk about something else, we can do that, and if you don't feel like talking at all and just wanted someone to sit with, I would like to. Whatever you need.”

She was rewarded by seeing some of the tension leaving his shoulders and face. “Thank you, Y/N, for being so understanding. Here's what I can tell you: most of it's to do with my job; I can't really talk about that part. . .”

Her eyes widened, but she tried not to let her curiosity show and after a beat he continued, “Let's just say, ‘rough week at the office’.” He landed a passable smile which she returned.

“Well, you know I'm familiar with those.” She was getting the feeling they weren't in the same ballpark, but if he wanted to downplay it, she could humor him for now.

“The rest, is . . .” His eyes dropped to his salad; he picked at it as he continued.

“Every once in awhile I get a new peek at something that happened to my brother when we were kids. He's older and my dad . . . had his issues. He made my brother feel like he was responsible for me, and put a lot on his shoulders - more than a kid his age should have had to deal with. I know my dad was doing the best he could. Raising two boys on his own after Mom died, wasn't easy on him. But Dean, he's still dealing with some of the repercussions of all that. And to top it off he hides stuff from me, tries to shelter me from the worst of it. And, I guess I just wish he could talk to me about what’s going on - if I had known at the time maybe I could have been there for him; been a better brother, I don't know.”

He was quiet for a few seconds and she tentatively summarized “So, the fact that Dean had to go through that is already upsetting enough, and then on top of that he hides it from you.”

“I mean, yeah. It's pretty much a pattern with him. Part of it is pride I think, he doesn't want to admit he could use his little brother's help, but part of it is that he almost believes it was okay - everything that happened, whatever dad did, or said, or any other crappy thing that happens to him - like he thinks he deserves it. And I don't know where to begin to help with any of it.”

He sighed and she found herself mirroring him in sympathy. “Wow, that's a lot.”

“I'm sorry, it wasn't right to dump all that on you.”

“Oh no, Sam, please! I asked you to, you have to be able to talk to someone. You were there for me when I was having a rotten day anyway, I can at least listen about yours. You know it's not on you to fix everything, but I'm thinking there are some things you can do to help - ways you can be there for him and support him and make sure he knows it's safe to talk to you. It's hard when it sounds like he's still stuck in his role as your big brother, and he still feels like he has to shelter you. I'm assuming you've tried to tell him you're a big boy and you're able and willing to help shoulder the weight?”

Sam rolled his eyes, his exasperation clearly directed at his brother, “Yeah, a time or two.”

“You know it's not your fault, right? You were just a kid. It doesn't sound like your brother blames you for what happened . . .”

“No, I think he wishes I just never found out.”

“It's tricky to balance wanting to help, but not to wanting to do anything that might discourage him from opening up to you next time.”

“Yeah, and he'll use any excuse to say, ‘See, that's why I never told you!’”

“It doesn't sound like a situation that can be wrapped up neatly in a bow. Besides being there for him to talk to when he's ready, I think you can let your brother know you love him and accept him on a regular basis, and that can chip away at that kind of deep rooted mess, but you can't fully fix it, and I don't think he expects you to. I'm sorry, I'm trying to give advice that you didn't ask for . . .”

“No, that's okay. You're right.” He ran a hand through his hair as if brushing away the somber mood and gave her a real smile, “So, have you read any good books lately?”

She respected his desire for a subject change and returned his smile, “Yes! I just started the third book in this series by Cornelia Funke - have you ever read the Inkheart trilogy?”

“Mmm, I don't think so . . .”

“Well, first off, you need to fix that, it's incredible! One of my all time favorites, and she's one of my favorite authors. Anyway, this series is called the Reckless series or the Mirrorworld series and it's great. She really sucks you into the story and her characters are very lifelike. She likes to write fantasy books, but based on the old Grimm fairy tales, so almost horror-esque in parts.”

He smirked as if reminded of a private joke, but looked intrigued, “I'll have to look for it. We have a lot of the same tastes in books; chances are good I'll enjoy it.”

Y/N had to stifle a groan as Terri rounded the corner, eyes widening as they settled on Sam and her.

“If you think you've had a long enough break, I could use your help,” Terri’s polite tone was forced, wouldn't want to be rude in front of a customer after all, but the edge of annoyance was apparent.

Sam stood smoothly, his cup and plate suddenly in his hands, “I do apologize for keeping your employee,” he faked a look at her name tag for Terri’s benefit, “Y/N provided me with an excellent recommendation - the strawberry almond salad was excellent - and I was just stopping to thank her when I pulled her into a conversation. She was just humoring a bothersome customer, I'm afraid.”

Terri was sputtering, “Uh, well, nonsense, of course Y/N was happy to be of assistance to a valued customer, I'm sure.”

“I won't take up any more of your time. Thank you, and I hope to be able to have lunch here again sometime.”

“Yes, Have a good day, stop by again!”

Through it all, Y/N was blown away with how effortlessly Sam had thought on his feet like that, but also she felt a prickling at her scalp and arms. On the surface Sam's voice was the epitome of formal and polite, but there was this undercurrent of warning. It spoke of hidden danger, but it somehow didn't make her afraid in the slightest. It almost made her feel more safe . . . protected, maybe because it wasn't directed at her, but at her unreasonable manager. She filed it all away for future perusal.

As Sam reached the door he turned to drop his dishes in the bin and, out of Terri’s line of sight, flashed her one of his sun eclipsing smiles and was gone. Terri turned toward her with a broad hint that the drawers needed to be counted for midday and scurried back behind the counter leaving her to finish clearing their table in peace.

The next few weeks passed normally. Sam appeared most Thursdays and they shared a smile. Sometimes they got to exchange a little small talk if the shop wasn't busy and Terri was nowhere in sight.

It had been a long Monday and Y/N was ready to go home. Her lazy coworker had ditched her to take a smoke break, but honestly, she was probably getting the closing list done faster without her. She saw that the full trash bags had been left by the door. “Really?! Couldn't have taken them with you when you went out back to smoke and play on your phone? That's fine, I got it,” she snarked.

She stepped out into the mostly dark alley and started at the sight in the shadows by the dumpster. Her brain was having trouble interpreting what she was looking at. A large shapeless - something - on the ground was moving in bizarre jerky motions and muffled squeaks seemed to be emanating from it. Something rose up at her gasp and the danger finally clicked. She screamed and threw the heavy trash bags at the figure before stepping back into the shop and slamming the door. The whatever-it-was fled, but she didn't stop or slow her movements as she hastily locked the door and dialed 911.

Dawn's light was peeking through the buildings and bathed the police vehicles in a rosy glow. The officers had taken an initial statement last night, but they had not been able to find any sign indicating the current whereabouts of the attacker. So they were back, having cordoned off the alleyway behind the coffee shop, and wanted to question her further. She did the best she could answering all their inquiries and remembering the incident last night with as much detail as she could.

She honestly was hoping she'd wake up and find out it was a crazy dream. Her coworker was alive, recuperating at a nearby hospital with some blood loss and lacerations to the neck. Everyone kept indicating she'd done something brave or heroic, but she didn't feel that way; she'd ran and locked herself inside, leaving her coworker bleeding on the asphalt.

She and the officer questioning her turned as a figure approached behind them. Her jaw fell open at the sight of Sam in a suit. He was mouthwatering; if you looked up “sight for sore eyes” in the dictionary, she was certain there would be a picture of him there.

“Officer. Sam Daltrey, FBI. This is my partner, Townshend. Your guy from last night sounds like a perp my office has been tracking for some time. We'll need access to the crime scene, any evidence you've uncovered so far, and witnesses.”

He nodded toward her and the policeman deferred to him, backing away mumbling for Sam to let him know if he needed anything.

“FBI?” She gave voice to the thing currently at the top of her running ‘wtf list,’ feeling like she was going to fall apart at any moment, but Sam's hand was suddenly on her arm, grounding her.

His face was grim, but his tone was gentle, “It's okay. You're okay. Come sit down.” He led her to a nearby booth and sat opposite her and for a wild second she wanted to forget the circumstances and ask if he'd read any good books lately.

His partner took a position a few yards away from them like a bodyguard, and appeared as if he was studiously ignoring their conversation. She knew he probably wasn't, but she appreciated the effort to make her feel more comfortable.

“Y/N, can you tell me everything that you remember about last night?”

She went over everything again. She hesitated before delving into the flashes she thought she'd caught of glowing eyes and far too many teeth. She knew they were most likely the results of her terror causing her to imagine things, and she felt mildly embarrassed, but she left nothing out. Sam got a vacant stony look on his face that she'd never seen before and it made her more nervous than probably anything else that had happened to her since she saw the thing in the alley - person, Y/N, it was just a sick, or drugged, or messed up human being, nothing more.

“Thank you for your time, ma'am, our office will be in touch.”

Wait, what? Ma'am? She felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. “S- Sam?”

He had started to turn away, but he paused, meeting her gaze with a somber look in his eyes, features carefully blank. His voice was low, but as emotionless as his face, “I'm very sorry you had to witness something so distressing. We'll take care of it, I promise, you don't have anything to worry about.”

Everything was off, she had never felt anything but safe around Sam and now she felt - nothing - and it was freaking her out. She tried to keep her voice quiet, but she was sure it was easy to hear the blossoming panic. “Sam!”

“I'm very sorry. I assure you we won't be bothering you again, ma'am.”

The foreign-sounding flat voice uttering those terrible words stopped her cold and all she could do was stare at Sam's retreating back. His partner hadn't moved and was looking between them now with an inscrutable look on his face. When Sam reached the door he paused and she thought maybe he was going to say something to make sense of - everything, but he only murmured, “Let's go, Dean. We got work to do.”

His partner snorted at that, but followed after him. The door closed and Y/N’s mind was a blur. What the hell had just happened?!

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spockandawe · 7 years

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So you’ve heard Spock is the actual literal devil

Have you heard that I’m a terrible person? A plagiarist? Have you been told that I’m only into transformers at all because I wanted to make this one random guy unhappy? If you’ve been told that, you’ve probably also been told that a year and a half later, I’m still making fanworks just to upset him. You might have even heard that shhhh, don’t disagree with Spock on anything, or they’ll hunt you down and harass you.

Right, okay. This is one hell of a saga that I will attempt to tell in as compressed a form as possible. It’s a lot. Years ago, back in HS, there was this one guy who policed the hell out of one of the character tags. I’m going to call him C. He’d pressure people not to make the content they were making, decry the hateful people reading with a malicious eye who thought the character would ever do anything bad (the character was a creep). And because being obnoxious wasn’t bad enough, if you didn’t cave to his demands, he just might do things like start whisper campaigns about how you support rape, casually out you as a survivor, cute little things like that.

This is not a story about that guy.

This is a story about C’s one-time attack dog, eventual boyfriend, and current ex. We’ll go ahead and call him R. I’ve tried real hard to avoid namedropping on my blog before, but could people find him from this? Probably. Have I stopped caring? Absolutely.

TL;DR, unsubstantiated accusations of serial harassment are a little questionable when they’re coming from someone with a years-long, extensively documented history of serial harassment and a personal grudge against me.

Cut for length.

Edit 7/2/2017: R has posted that he regrets making these posts about me, and admits that he said things that were out of line. And he’s stated that he’s going to try to do better in the future. I genuinely, truly appreciate that. I’m leaving this post up because there have been lies about me floating around for a while and I reserve the right to defend myself, but I really do appreciate that.

Oh balls, none of this makes sense without backstory (I’m so sorry)

If you think I suck or my work sucks, that’s fine! You do you, go enjoy the things that make you happy.

If you think I’m the devil because this one guy told you about my evil, evil past and all my terrible misdeeds, without anything at all to back up his words? You can ask me. I don’t bite, and oh lordy do I have receipts.

To be clear, R is totally allowed to hate me! I don't care. I don't care if he hates my writing, I don't care if he hates me as a person. But now he's escalated to spreading lies about me, and people are believing him, and I’m not enough of a doormat to let that just stand.

And I’m going to cheat a little. Here’s a memo with the cliffs notes version (not the original memo, I made a copy with C’s urls cropped out since he hasn’t attacked anyone in a long while). Warning, digging any distance into this turns up violent fantasies, violent sexual fantasies, creepy interactions with a minor, and lots more, it’s all really, really unpleasant. Evidence is thoroughly documented, please tread with care.

You would not believe how truncated that is compared to the reality.

Now, the worst of this came via C. Who has calmed down a lot these days, and I’m really happy that’s the case. Good for him. I hope his life continues in a direction where he doesn’t find it necessary to do this stuff.

Lucky for me, R was standing by to pick up the slack.

It doesn’t show up as much in the memo, which is mostly C-focused, but R was standing by C this whole time, defending his right to spread around private information about someone’s abuse history, sending nasty messages on the other guy’s behalf, and much,much more. it’s long, it’s awful, it’s unpleasant. R personally hurt people in some significant ways that I don’t want to link directly, for their sake. He expressed deep remorse a few times, but it never stuck.

Here’s my personal favorite quote from R. He’s speaking to the CSA survivor that C casually outed (with information given to him in confidence), and who they’d been running a long, long whisper campaign against, and who was understandably a bit upset over the whole thing:

oh go wank to your own tears [name]

#and get your sympathizers to help #nasty fucking people #maybe if you cry enough youll be able to go into second grade in the fall #ooc

Said, again, to a CSA survivor they outed and harassed. That person is such a sweetheart, and this screencap still infuriates me.

The first time I saw C pick a fight he had lots of friends. Shockingly, as he did things like loudly fantasize about how he wants to mutilate people and rant about how autistic people should die, those friends mostly drifted away. I know one person had a friend even help them stage a faux relationship-ending fight, so they could be sure they’d be able to completely cut and run from C. R stuck with him, though. Eventually they even started dating.

‘Spock followed R into transformers to harass him and stalks his favorite characters just to harass him more’

Then, transformers. Here, let me show you the first post (by R) that ever brought MTMTE to my attention. I spent years being aggressively uninterested in transformers, but this caught my eye

and honestly, ppl (adults too!!!) shipping someone who has the mentality of a child and is quite glaringly lacking a world of experiences and general understanding of things outside of ‘good’ and ‘bad’, with an adult, is just. very alarming and gross to me.

and honestly, the fact that there is a large portion of people who want him to become romantically (and sexually!!!) involved with either one of two fucking adults in canon, and hell, esp those defending it with ‘hes an adult too tho!!’ is really gross.

you can pretend all you want that hes ‘an adult’ because his body is, but theres no way jro didnt intent to code him as a child. stop fetishizing children lmao,

#pedophilia -/-/- #cygate -/-/- #if someone comes at me screaming ‘rule 38′ im gonna shove them in a locker

I didn’t know transformers, but I was pretty sure this was some straight-up bullshit.

(but don’t worry, he ships it now! no hypocrisy here, no sir)

It’s “really gross” to ship this adult with other adults. Mm. Given the reasonableness of the claims these guys have made in the past, and given their extensive history of harassing people over those claims, I hopped to the wiki to check it out. I read a bit about the comic and the plot, and all of it sounded so fascinating that I just had to give the comic a try.

Reader, I married it.

I shotgunned MTMTE 1-47 in two days, started doing fanworks right out of the gate, and I’ve never looked back. A lot of my art was cygate, because come on, the comic wants you to ship it so bad, my first readthrough ended with issue 47, and that was the first ship I’d ever read about for the series, even before I dove in.

Now, both these characters punch me right in the heart, in some painfully personal ways. Tailgate’s the more relevant one here, but I don’t even know if I could do justice to the emotions both of them give me.

I’m still not a fan of how R’s lies about me have edged me into needing to say this in public, but okay. I’m developmentally delayed. It’s been a rough ride. And Tailgate hits me in some of those spots so hard it just takes my breath away. I’ve got a lot of baggage over not being a real adult, and not in the funny oh-no-how-do-taxes-work way, more like an extended months-long meltdown my first year of college because I can tell that my friends are years ahead of me and I don’t know how to even start catching up, and just existing, as myself, is humiliating.

All of my relationship milestones have come painfully, painfully late. The whole thing is still one awful emotional bruise. I hate it, and I hate how easy it is to convince myself that yeah, of course you don’t actually deserve to be treated as an adult and you never will. Just look at you. So then it is unbelievably important to me that I can see someone someone who is like me, being treated as a legitimate adult, and being able to have an adult relationship.

Hearing that shipping someone like me is essentially pedophilia is the opposite of that.

But he ships it now, so everything is fine :)

Yeah, you know what? Another fucking receipt.

uGHGH im so tired of all the rabid cy// /gat// //e fans like even cy’s giving em a look like ‘leave my fucking child alone’

#i just #im hoping jro has some taste tho and doesnt make an adult date a child #and if not im hoping the outcome blows over soon bc im so tired of seeing people defend pedophilia #pedophilia -/-/-

Parental.

This continued even after JRO explicitly confirmed Tailgate was an adult.

Bonus ableism: shipping Whirl (another character who hits me way too hard) isn’t okay either. Even though there isn’t the excuse of ‘but he only lived three years--’ No, at that point, you’re saying that an adult who fails to adult correctly does not count, and isn’t allowed to have romantic relationships. It makes my skin crawl, and it is an issue which is very personally and directly important to me.

So some of my cygate was porn from the start (it’s what I write. it’s what I draw.), and some of the porn was made because I was upset over discourse that says someone like me needs to be treated as a child. I played with cywhirlgate too, because omg how could I not, and some of that was porn as well. It was ages ago, so I don’t remember the details for every little thing I made. But when I saw someone saying that Cyclonus and Tailgate had a parental relationship, I’m sure that helped nudge me in that direction. Maybe R thinks I should have channeled my emotions by starting a whisper campaign to exclude him from fandom spaces. But I think my way of working through bad emotions might have been a little healthier than that.

So when R accuses me of making cygate content to spite him? Half true. Just true enough to be real fucking dishonest. R spent a nice long time insisting that cygate was pedophilia. I channeled my outrage over that ableism into fan creations.

I didn’t attack him. I talked about him some – on a private forum, with people who’d already been aware of him and had been watching him and C hurt people for years, plural. I haven’t told people on tumblr any real details about him until now. And R still is happy to talk about how it was his toxic ex’s right to post torture/rape/murder porn vent fic about actual people.

Tell me, how exactly am I in the wrong?

Bonus pettiness: I posted some cywhirlgate porn. The next day, R vaguely whined about robot pedophilia and turned around and wrote some obviously-a-response cywhirlgate. Where it was super platonic and the text explicitly said it was super platonic and it even had platonic thigh nuzzling. With two “children” involved. Of course I turned around and wrote more fic of my own, because jesus h christ that made my skin crawl. You want to play this game? I guarantee I can write faster than you, let’s do this. (he did not follow through on that)

I’d also like to say that forgetting inconvenient little details like this is a thing with R. Hard to call me terrible for writing spitefic when you write it yourself.

A history of Spock’s personal involvement

Let’s backtrack a tiny bit. You may notice I am up to my elbows in this nonsense for no clear reason.

I was friends with some of the people C was taking shots at, and I was unfortunate enough to believe his original smear campaign about that one artist (I’m still ashamed about that). I cared about a number of people C was trying to hurt. I think one or two fanworks of mine upset him, but he already had loads of targets. I kept tabs on him and R, because anxiety is the gift that just keeps giving.

Eventually, C fantasized about wanting to put my former datemate’s hand through a meat grinder (ey wrote a fic that portrayed his fave in a negative light). And R defended his right to do that.

The person he posted about is still feeling the effects of that incident. I’m still feeling the effects of that. And it wasn’t even directed at me, just someone I care deeply about.

R has recently posted that ‘oh my goodness, C sure was awful, remember when he posted this thing about a meat grinder and how unreasonable it was?’ Thanks buddy, glad you noticed, now just go ahead and keep on blaming me for the aftereffects of what your boyfriend did, and what you defended.

After that, it was months before I could properly look away from either of their blogs.

C posted extensively about trying to track down the street address of his ~enemies~ (including the one whose genitals he fantasized about mutilating). He posted about how autistics should die. He had skype chats about wanting to do amateur brain surgery on people. All while posting very often about finding real addresses.

Yeah, it’s more than a year later, and every so often I get a stab of anxiety and have to head off to double check on what these two are up to.

I will repeat that C has been pretty chill lately. He’s got a career he’s aiming for. Good for him, go find success, please don’t slip back into being an internet bully. It’s sad and upsetting to see R echoing some of the early patterns of his ex, and it’s so strange to see me labeled as his own personal enemy.

‘Spock will totally come harass you too’ and/or various accusations of ableism

So there are some things I did in the mix in this history that I regret. Occasionally, I went out and flipped through the blogs of C and R’s friends, seeing if maybe they’d had said something in their notes, did they have any vagueblogs C liked, did they post about— It got unreasonable. I admit that. Anxiety was at the root of it, but it absolutely got unreasonable. And also it is a massive time sink, and I can’t remember the last time I bothered with it. I enjoy life much more when anxiety and paranoia issues don’t have their claws in me. This hasn’t been an issue in a very long time.

I came down hard on some of the kinfeels and system stuff too, which I do walk back a bit. C’s approach was… hahaha. It was something. And he was my intro to the kin and system paradigms. I saw R talking about C’s approach being unreasonable too, pretty recently. So that was an unfortunate bit of poison in how I processed the next people I met who did that sort of thing. I don’t do kin stuff, but I get it. And DID may not strictly apply to all systems, by the formal diagnostic criteria, but I’ve learned there are plenty of other dissociative disorders out there. And I met people who were multiples and who did kin things that weren’t these two guys. Which helped a LOT.

But the big one, hmmm. C wrote a fic. The idea was interesting, but the execution frustrated me. Everyone but the main lead felt so… flat. Everyone was constantly cruel to the main, for no reason. I saw a way to riff on the original text while staying true to its shape, and writing my bad emotions out is also a major, major thing I do to cope. Now, my big thing is that I should have asked before I remixed. I’d been thinking in terms of, y’know, transformative fanworks. Even with authors like Anne McCaffrey and Anne Rice, who fought against fandom, people have still felt that it should be allowed, even against their wishes. So I wrote the remix. I gave full credit on ao3 in the ‘inspired by’ box, linked to the original with positive words, the whole shebang.

The guy was still furious, and… that’s fair. I thought I’d written a thing on self-sabotage that was pretty sympathetic and compelling, and the self-sabotage actually drew a lot on my own personal history. But I gave the main flaws he strongly disagreed with, and I didn’t ask for permission. I get why he was/is angry over it.

I’ve been a fixture on their shitlists ever since :P

It’s remarkable, even while R posts now about ‘oh my god, remember how C wrote the creepiest things?’, I’m still the one who’s the the actual worst, for being skeeved out by the creepy things and finding a constructive way to deal with it. R’s controlling ex gets full freedom when it comes to vent fic, even when it’s about wallowing in torturing, raping, and murdering an avatar for a real person (the original one they harassed!), or punching someone in the face until they agree to be your friend (another artist these guys targeted). But R’s position seems to be that only C is allowed to vent (even if it’s genital mutilation fantasies), and I’m definitely not.

Oh, and R has now expanded this remix into me totally having a consistent pattern of stealing ideas and plagiarism and so many remixes that are obviously done as revenge on anyone who pisses me off. So that’s nice.

So R hates your writing. Is that seriously why this post exists?

Ha, no. Let’s look at the concrete things R is saying. Here, let me post a little sampling of evidence.

These aren’t just things he’s shouting into the void, people have responded saying wow, I never knew that! These are lies that people are believing about me. And then yesterday, June 30, 2017, he warned a friend not to disagree with my meta, or I’d come harass them. A friend I’m aggressively leaving out of this, just as I’m leaving out other responses, because these people don’t deserve to be dragged into R’s bullshit.

Let’s have bullet points. Some of these are the silly spock-is-bad-at-writing complaints. Those are here because this whole mess is pretty fucking depressing and the ridiculous claims make me laugh, but these are all things he says.

Spock is evil – You know what, he’s not calling people pedophiles, which is a step up. I’ll take it.

Spock is a plagiarist – I remixed one fic with full credit, said only good things about the original, and linked to it in extra places so that people would have extra opportunities to click through and check it out. I arguably remixed inappropriately, but that’s not the same thing. Words have definitions. If I’m a plagiarist, so is everyone who’s ever written a fanfic.

Spock is something something mean when people disagree – I don’t even know, man. I’m actually shockingly conflict-averse. Is this because I make walls of text and explain why I hold opinions at great length? I enjoy talking about a thing I love. I’m autistic, I’m hyperverbal, and this is my special interest, so is it that I talk a lot? That’s the best I can do. I’ve talked about things I disagree with on a private forum, in which case mister pot has had a lot of fun in public on twitter, not only talking shit, but also spreading outright untruths. Maybe he wants to rethink this one.

Spock will come harass you if you disagree – You need to back the heck down, pal.

Spock’s meta/fic/characterization is bad and they should feel bad – Hahaha, fite me. He won’t, because I can articulately defend myself at significant length, and his criticisms seem to stop at ‘spock sucks’, but hey.

Spock used ableist language about Whirl - I... what? This one confuses me and makes me laugh so it stays here. Also, holy double standards, batman.

Spock is only into transformers to harass R – I checked out transformers because I was pretty sure R was being disgustingly ableist (he was). I stayed in transformers because I adore it. I had to adore it a lot to make me willing to share fandom space with these two. My god, I have better things to do with my life than spend all my time on something that bores me just to annoy one asshole on the other side of the internet. I’d ask if he thinks I spent dozens of painstaking hours cross-stitching Starscream just to bother him, but….. yep, pretty sure he does.

Spock goes after all of R’s favorite characters to upset him – R latches on to just about every interesting and/or sympathetic character that shows up. When he was dating C, they covered most of the cast between them. I don’t care who R likes best because I don’t agree with his opinions. I tend to stay away from his opinions because I don’t like reading things that bother me. This is asnine. I’m only allowed to like the characters R despises, I guess.

Spock makes fanworks for things R likes just to make him see them – Oh my god, I don’t caaaaaare. I write about things that interest me, unless I’m venting. Say, venting about the way R and his ex have deliberately hurt a shockingly high number of people I care about. ‘Spock made rodistar because I liked it--’ I made it because I wrote a thing about their parallels, and shipping was the obvious next step. R isn’t that important to me. Promise.

This is just exhausting, man. The anxiety bugs had been dying down, and it had been ages since I checked out this guy’s anything. C, who drove the whole initial blowup that led to this, has been quiet and chill on tumblr. But R has learned from his ex’s old example and has been having fun spreading lies about me.

In conclusion

Some fun history.

R was 18 when he told a CSA survivor upset about being outed and harassed to wank using their tears for lube.

He was older than that when he defended C’s right to post about wanting to mutilate someone’s genitals (for the crime of saying C’s logic didn’t make sense).

He was older than that when he complained about that person’s spouse being ‘vicious’ for reacting badly to C’s genital mutilation fantasy.

He was older than that when he nodded along as C called autistic people retards and said they should die.

He was older than that when he talked about being happy that someone he disliked was triggered, and nodded along when C fantasized about that person drinking bleach.

And he was older than that when he defended C, his twenty-something boyfriend, against the thirteen-year-old that C had been having incredibly inappropriate conversations with, despite skype log proof and everything.

And despite all this, I’m still the bad guy, because I didn’t think what they were doing was okay. I’m the bad guy for being upset by C's actions, even though... R is now upset by C’s actions. The ways I responded to C were inexcusable. My only motivation is to hurt people. Every thing I did that ever upset them still means I’m terrible, even though R is saying this while he’s busy posting about how awful C is. And this all means that he needs to warn his friends not to catch my attention, or I’ll come harass them.

So, I’m tired.

I’m very tired.

I’m glad he’s trying to grow past that history. Good. Maybe he can do that without making up a story about how I’m unrepentant villain who lives for villainy and who only takes joy in causing him pain. I’m sure it helps him, because it’s a story that brushes aside the shit he did that he regrets, and makes his past less painful to think about. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with him telling lies about me.

I don’t know why I’m the one boogeyman he has left (I kid, it’s because I’m in transformers, and because he thinks I’m popular. he harps on it a lot, and it’s weird for everyone). I mean, whatever. I’ve aggressively avoided publishing drama details on here for a very long time. But there are two blog tags, miscellaneous other untagged blog content, three forum threads, and hundreds of pages of skype logs with hard evidence of this bullshit.

I’m pretty sure that if he tries to defend himself, one, he’ll place some blame on his ex. That’s fair. C was pretty darn controlling and demanding. But R is still absolutely responsible for his own actions, and is especially responsible for the harm he personally caused. He’ll talk about how it’s bullshit to pull up all these receipts from so very long ago. In that case, his receipts for me (whatever he even has) are equally old, so aren’t they null and void? No, because Spock is the devil. And it’s not so much bullshit if he’s clearly learned nothing, and has gone back to spreading outright falsehoods about people.

To be clear, a lot of the lies he told about me were told a while back. Weeks to a few months to a year. I was letting it sit, because I’d really, really hoped this was over. Yesterday, June 30, 2017, he warned a friend not to publicly disagree with my meta or I’d come and harass them.

It’s been three years since I first saw him doing this. I’ve watched him hurt a lot of people, and I’ve watched him admit, multiple times, that he has hurt people. I thought he’d learned to stop following these toxic patterns. Apparently he has not.

Edit 7/2/2017: To repeat the edit up above, R has said he regrets posting these things about me, and that he's going to try to avoid slipping into this in the future. I very much appreciate that.

#drama tag #abusaa tag #tw: all #i can't list them all it's too many #just tread with care

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Forgotten island [Fantasy AU]

Day 1 of the Zoluweek2k17, Fantasy Au: Merman Luffy and human Zoro.

Hi, i wanted to take part of this week so badly that I ignored how much I suck on english, bc is not my first lenguage and even when I can read it without trouble when it comes down to write long things I get a little nervous = a lot of failures. So, if there any misspelling i’m very very sorry ;_; and i hope this counts as fantasy

some facts about this one shot: Antemoesa was the place where mermaids habited (well virgilio, the poet, says so) and there is a the oddyssey reference too. Luffy is very old but look young, he is a fatalist (because he has seen so much and being in solitude for so many years tends to mold you in that way) but still is very hard too think about luffy like that so a very ooc luffy

Warnings: ooc, and none other mayor warning, this pretty sane oneshot in my standars

[1]

After several hundred years life in Antemoesa became boring. I’ts no wonder, after all it is a small island forgotten by the gods in the middle of the wide sea and whose exact location is only found in ancient texts in an already extinct language. He’s older than time but not as much as the creation, product of the boredom of the gods who sought to mortify the humans who had the audacity to sail the seas belonging to Poseidon.

He can walk on land and breathe underwater; If he is hurt, his wounds bleed but his own tears are able to heal him; He can bring wisdom and knowledge to humans but can also destroy them for no reason at all. Luffy is no longer mortal, but a scourge of immortality, terrible, painful, wild and invincible but also doomed to spend the remaining time on earth in the flowery meadows of antemoesa waiting for new humans who seduce through his singing.

That is the price that Zeus demanded to pay to save the life of his older brother, whose face has forgotten over the centuries but whose warmth still remembers vividly. The conditions were simple, seduce with his singing the humans who listen but never approached near enough to be affected by them, according to Zeus, sometimes humans can be kind and this is painful for beings like him.

(Because Luffy is not a human nor a fish. He can walk on the ground and breathe underwater)

Not that it matters too much by now, hundreds of years have passed since the last time Luffy saw a human and sincerely, he doubts to see one in the coming hundreds of years he has remaining.

[2]

At first, when he saw a deplorable ship floating in his direction, he thought it was just another unfortunate ship that had crashed against the rocks or an old ship whose crew died in the midst of the treacherous sea, but to his utter surprise he heard the sound of groans Coming from the ship, without even thinking twice he dived into the sea and swam until he was next to it, where a human man struggled to breathe.

Clutching the railing with all his strength, he began to move his fin quickly, dragging the boat with him to the edge of the beach where his tail turned into two legs when they make contact with the sand. He held the human in his arms and laid him down on the sand, knelt beside him and removed those strange clothes that covered his chest where now stands a brutal wound that comes from the right side of his waist to his left shoulder , From where the blood seems to have ceased to sprout but would end up becoming infected if it is not taken care of.

Luffy buries his nails in his arms until small drops of blood begin to slide down his arms and tears make his vision cloud, he leans over the human and let his tears fall on the chest of the man whose wounds begin to heal leaving behind a huge scar.

The first human who passes here after hundreds of years and is half dead," Luffy says in a sigh, sitting down next to the human whose once laborious breathing has returned to normal. "You can’t seduce a half-dead man.”

Luffy sighs again, defeated, while the human emits snoring sounds with both arms scattered at the height of his head, without any concern that he was about to die and that his salvation has been what many call the voice of the doom of the Seas.

…

When the human wakes up three days after his arrival he seems surprised to be alive and not that Luffy blamed him after seeing the serious wound in the man’s chest. When his dark eyes, black as night meet the intense green eyes sharp as a sword, that an epiphany hits him like lightning, leaving him breathless. He sees the bright future that awaits this man who was born to obtain greatness and a title that positions him above all the other swordsman in the world which falls comfortably on his shoulders, as if it couldn’t have been otherwise.

But noy yet - He still so weak, so fragile … that if Luffy were to press a little he would collapse completely along with all that awaits for him in future.

“You helped me?” the human asks with a frown

“Yes, but I don’t really did that much” Luffy responds easily taking away importance, as if it were a matter of everyday that a creature like him saves stupid sailors to die of an infection

“My name is Roronoa Zoro” the human says, bowing his head lightly in a gesture of respect and gratittude “Thank you for helping me”

“How did you get that wound?” Luffy asks, curious to know how this man, Zoro, arrived in such a state to his domains

"Fighting for my dream," Zoro answers immediately, with a confident smile and a gleam in his eyes that the merman can identify, having already seen him before in a human. Like that stubborn man, Odysseus, which was tied to the mast of his ship so as not to succumb to the charms of his voice because he was fully convinced to return home.

“There you can find fruits to eat” says Luffy raising his arm to point the forest a couple of meters beyond

The human nods, placing a hand on the scar that crosses his abdomen to rise and walks lazily in the opposite direction that the merman points

“It's the other side, stultus!” Luffy shouts at Zoro, who looks embarrassed while now if he walks in the indicated direction “I found a very troublesome human” Luffy sighs, defeated.

“Aren’t you a little too young to live alone on this island? Did you get lost at sea or something?” Zoro ask, hours later with his arms crossed under his head looking to the sky

Luffy can’t help laugh, he doesn’t remember how much time has passed since the last time he did it and the human looks confused

“I have more years than you'd know count or you could get to have” Luffy answered, taking an apple to bring it to his lips “This island belongs to me, was created by Zeus himself just for me”

Zoro looks at him incredulously as he shakes his head, believing it to be a joke on the part of the black-haired man, Luffy does not bother to insist and simply shrugs.

[3]

With the passing of the days are installed at a comfortable pace of coexistence, where Zoro would offer to go find things to eat and return with Luffy on the cliff where the dark-haired sit for hours watching the sea while singing softly. Zoro usually remains silent, taking a nap or trying to annoy the merman to kill boredom

"Why are you on this island, Luffy?" - Asks Zoro, with both arms under his head while looking at the sky “doesn’t get kinda lonely?”

"I'm on this island to sing," Luffy replies, not taking his eyes off the sea as he tilts his head slightly as if trying to see something beyond “that's all.”

"You're a strange child," Zoro replies, looking at him out of the corner of his eye for a reaction that soon arrives

“I tell you, I'm older than you could imagine!” answers Luffy annoyed, no longer looking at the sea but the man next to him “You’re a child compared to me!”

“I don’t know” says Zoro, sitting and putting a hand on his chin as if he was seriously thinking about something “I would say that you are definitely a child and a very short one”

“Don’t make me hurt you, brat!” shouts Luffy, completely forgetting his composure and pouncing on the human who only laughs at the hilarious reaction of the raven

…

There are times when Zoro joins him and makes him company while watching the sea, the eyes of the human acquire a nostalgic glow as he watches the distant horizon, it is then when Luffy remembers that the dream and goals of Zoro are not in A place as boring as Antemoesa, but on the open sea fighting against powerful enemies that help him develop his skills until he becomes the best but every time he is about to open his mouth to say something the human will simply watch him and start to annoy him about his height or age.

…

One night, meanwhile Luffy is looking at the sea, Zoro sits beside him and begins to talk.

The human tells him how left his home in search of his dream, how he lost his way back and in a way that he couldn’t no longer get back and his only option would always be moving forward. He speaks of the places he has seen, the things he has eaten, of a drink called sake that is the most delicious of the nectars and about some kind humans and other not so much. He talks about a rival with empty cold eyes and sword handled as it were a extension of his rival body, about an humiliating defeat because of his arrogance and his newfound determination to become even stronger when he leaves this island.

He talks about a future together, both of them, out in the vast sea searching to make their names reach heaven together, because they can go anywhere… the sea is freedom when you want it to be.

(that is what Zeus had mean, the painful but so warm gentle nature of humans)

but he can’t leave, not because he doesn’t wanna but because he made a promise so many years ago for a brother whose face he doesn’t remember anymore yet he’s still holding that promise, until he dies, until the whole world ends and he welcomes the final end singing.

Luffy makes a decision that night while he look the peaceful face of the swordsman.

…

When the sun comes out the next day and the swordsman wakes up, stretching his arms and yawning is that Luffy asks him to follow him, after walking in silence they reach the shore of the beach where Zoro seems confused to see his boat in good condition.

“You have to go now” The merman says, taking a step forward and taking the swordsman's face in his hands “Just follow right in direction of the sun for a few days and find dry land, your dream is far from this place... you say you want your name reaches so high to be heard in heaven, then make the name of Roronoa Zoro be heard on this island too when you become the best swordsman in the world”

“What about you?” Question Zoro “Will you stay here, alone?”

“I made a decision hundreds of years ago, which I do not regret, and if I left this island, I would be breaking my promise” Luffy explains, the human has a frown ready to argue when the merman interrupts him again “I have been hundreds of years alone… please don’t feel sorry for me”

Zoro seems to think what to say before a smug smile forms on his lips

“When I become the best swordsman in the world I will come back and stay with you, so we will both fulfill the promises we have made”

he says, wrapping him in an unexpected hug that lasts too little for Luffy's taste, the swordsman turns his back on him and begins to move away towards the ship on the shore, to climb and begin to row, without looking back even once while hile with every movement of the waves that move the ship, Luffy's heart sinks a little more because he knows that it is not a promise that Zoro can fulfill.

End.

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