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whatitshouldvebeen · 8 months

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God I just had a massive angsty thought about Johnny’s girl, or captive for a better word, having to hide her pregnancy from the rest of the family. Nancy would be the only exception to this. Her sixth sense is crazy. But I was thinking about the delivery not going so smoothly, especially considering all the stress on the reader. You have to pretty much do it by yourself in a barn on a makeshift bed made of hay and a blanket, with Johnny only taking quick peeks in every now and then. The baby wouldn’t show any vital signs at first, and you’d like to think Johnny looks more concerned than he appears. You’re finally able to call him over, and get his help with things. The baby starts crying, though never having been a mother before, the reader knows the baby needs more right now than her and Johnny could both provide. Someone with more knowledge. You’d have to hand your infant over to Nancy and trust her with it for the first couple of days, not even knowing if it was going to be okay by the time it was returned to you. Johnny looks after you, despite feeling irritated and tied down in a seperate room in the house, arguments sprout over him thinking you’re overreacting, never having a hope in the world of understanding the emotions a new mother goes through.

Johnny Slaughter x reader

Daddy's a Killer

Contains: heavy angst, childbirth, and a mention of breastfeeding

MINORS DNI

Nancy never concealed her displeasure when Johnny decided to house you in the barn. A few months later, when he vented his frustration about you, she felt relief—finally, her son recognized you as the burden she always knew you were. Yet, when she and Johnny went to the barn to bring you back to slaughter, the sight of you stirred an unexpected reaction.

"You foolish boy," she muttered, eyes narrowing and shifting to Johnny.

"What, ma? I'm gettin' rid of her like you been sayin' to!" he retorted. One of his hands muffled your anguished screams, while the other gripped your wrists, holding you in front of him as you desperately tried to twist away.

"How many times has Drayton told ya not to mess with the meat?" she scolded, her nose crinkling.

"Ma, I—" he began to protest.

"She's pregnant," Nancy stated flatly.

Color drained from Johnny's already pale face. "W-what?"

"Can't kill 'er. She's got your blood." Nancy grimaced. "You think you want rid of her now, just you wait 'till she's hormonal."

In his shock, Johnny's grip slackened, and you managed to wriggle free, falling to your knees in front of Nancy. "Please, let me go," you pleaded. "If you want to be rid of me, I'll never speak a word. I'll disappear, I swear it!"

The stern, dark-haired woman displayed no signs of sympathy as a smile stretched across her face. "Honey, you got my grandbaby in there, and every baby needs a family. You ain't leavin'."

You looked up from her shoes to her cold eyes, tears streaming down your face as Johnny harshly pulled you back up. The realization set in that there was nothing you could do.

–

The subsequent months unfolded in an unusual manner. Nancy, with an insistence to have Johnny treat you better for the sake of the baby, managed to curb his physical abuse. However, his relentless verbal tirades persisted beyond her control.

During those prolonged months, a subtle transformation occurred within Johnny. The sensation of feeling his baby through your stomach seemed to evoke genuine affection in his eyes. Strangely, this newfound tenderness extended to his "relationship" with you. He provided a pillow and blankets for the barn, heated your food, and even allowed you some fresh air daily.

Despite the improved conditions, humane treatment remained a distant concept. His anger flared, and the majority of your days were still spent in the old barn.

The difficulty of your pregnancy grew, confining you to bedrest (as much as hay covered in blankets could be considered a bed) during the final weeks. At this point, Nancy visited more frequently than Johnny, yet her conversations were solely centered around the baby.

"Bet it's a girl," she remarked one day. "You got that girl shine. When I was pregnant with my girls, I looked the same way."

Inquiring about her pregnancies, she revealed none of them came to fruition, hastily correcting herself. "'Cept for my little angel Johnny, of course!"

Suspicion regarding Nancy's authenticity as Johnny's mother lingered, but in the grand scheme, it seemed inconsequential. Revealing your thoughts to Johnny might only worsen the situation.

Then, the day of your contractions arrived. Within hours, the pain became so intense that screams were your only outlet. When Johnny returned home, he came to see you, and instantly regretted it.

"Ma, why is she so pale?" he asked.

"Somethin's wrong," his mother replied, replacing the towel on your forehead. In the throes of labor, you lay on your back, pushing with all your weakened might.

Your strength had dwindled daily, and Johnny, not the most adept caretaker, had left you spending more time with Nancy in the last month of your pregnancy. Despite her care, you knew it was only for her grandchild's sake.

"Push! Come on now, I see their head!" she shouted, urging you on. You screamed, head thrown back into the sweat-drenched pillow. Johnny, stationed outside, smoked like a freight train, only peeking in occasionally. Comfort was beyond his capacity, a fact you came to understand long ago.

"One last push," Nancy urged, and you obeyed, your child slipping into her waiting hands. "It's a girl!" she exclaimed, but then fell silent, her face stricken.

"Is she okay?" you asked wearily, attempting to raise your head higher to see her. The baby had dark brown hair, like her daddy. She was limp.

Nancy flipped her over, holding her head and body, rubbing and slapping her back.

"What's going on?" Johnny said as he appeared at your side. You'd like to think he sounded worried. Your attention, however, remained fixed on your lifeless baby. Silent screams of anguish echoed as you witnessed Nancy's attempts to revive the child who had been kicking happily in your stomach that very morning.

Then, your daughter coughed, rasping for air. Water bubbled out of her lungs, wetting the barn floor. Nancy cradled her close, attempting to soothe the wailing newborn.

"Is she okay? Can I see her?" you asked, reaching out desperately. Nancy, however, refused to look at you.

"Always knew you was a piece of work, girl. Can't even birth a baby right when it don't die in your womb. She's weak and frail, like you. You don't deserve this girl," she said coldly, bouncing the baby gently as it laid against her shoulder, still crying.

"Please give me my baby," you wailed, stretching your arms out for her desperately.

Surprisingly, it was Johnny who took your little girl from Nancy. His mother glared at him with steely eyes as he placed his daughter in your arms.

"A baby needs their mama," he said, watching your face as it filled with affection for your perfect, tiny baby girl. He turned back to his mom. "She gotta feed her. You can take her back when she's done, but she won't get better without her mama."

"Fine," she spat, sitting up straight, the blood from your baby staining her dress. "But she's mine any time she's not eatin'. I gotta make sure she gets better, and your slut clearly don't know how to take care of a baby."

Johnny agreed, and you knew protesting would only strain your chances of spending time with her at all. It was true; she was your first baby, and you could tell she was sick by the bluish tone to her skin and her struggle to latch onto you. Yet, she was alive, in your arms, and that was all that mattered.

"Bring your girl into the spare bedroom. Better 'n me havin' to go out to the barn just to feed the baby," Nancy said, and Johnny obeyed, picking you up with what you could delude yourself into thinking was genuine care before bringing you inside his mother's house, your baby clutched tightly to your chest all the way.

–

As you recuperated in Johnny's mom's house, Johnny reluctantly assumed the role of caretaker. He assisted with your baths, helped you get dressed, and, surprisingly, inquired about your well-being at least once a day. It felt odd—a begrudging care, tinged with resentment, yet undeniably present. He wasn't accustomed to showing empathy.

During the feeding sessions with your baby, occurring five to eight times a day, Johnny surprisingly chose to be present more often than not, expressing a peculiar tenderness. He'd stroke your hair, murmuring, "She's gettin' stronger every day. She'll be okay in no time."

Yet, in moments when your baby was not present, Johnny's patience wore thin with your perpetual concerns.

"My ma's got her! You ain't gotta be so whiny!" he complained, rolling his eyes.

"But the last time I saw her, she seemed kind of out of it. Can you at least check on her?" you asked anxiously.

"Ma would tell me if she needed somethin'. You're overreacting like ya always do."

The desire to shout, to hurl the bedside lamp at him, surged within you, but you knew it would be futile. Johnny would never take you seriously.

After all, you were a year past your "expiration date", Johnny liked to "joke". You needed to make yourself useful, to show your thanks for the fact you were still alive. Your daughter needed you for now, but when she got older, Nancy could take over… and she wouldn't even remember you.

The thought made your stomach tie in knots. And as you looked into the fed-up eyes of your captor, you knew your place in his world would only become more and more tenuous. You had to be perfect for him. For your daughter.

Forever.

#johnny slaughter #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny sawyer x reader #texas chainsaw massacre game #tcm game #texas chainsaw game #tcm #x reader #pregnancy #childbirth #black nancy

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bonefall · 6 months

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whats your take on the “palebird not caring about talltail leaving” scene? i always thought it was WEIRD, like yes she was a little distant because she was blatantly depressed, but not to the point where she would straight up not care about her first son leaving potentially forever?? it feels like one of those scenes the writers put in to make the The Woman look bad so the Bad Dad isnt aaaasssss bad.

I feel like many of my problems with it come from the end of TR being a mess. It sets up a ton of plot threads and either goes somewhere strange with them or drops them completely.

Palebird's is one of the ones that just gets dropped.

On one hand, I'm glad that Palebird isn't demonized, but they don't seem to know what to do with her. She's cold towards Tallkit and increasingly short and snippy as he gets older, reacts in a way that's pointed out as aloof and uncaring when he leaves and when he comes back, and Talltail takes it like betrayal when she moves on with a new mate... and then they just don't really have a thesis for that.

In the end, Talltail never stops and teases out his feelings on her, they never show a conversation where some characters talk about why she acts that way, Tallkit's upbringing isn't contrasted with his halfsib's upbringings... their last talk is actually about Shrewclaw and the kits his wife's going to give birth to. Talltail's BULLY.

This book that shows an abusive father and a nasty little jackass redeems both of these boys, making a sharp 180 to say they Weren't So Bad, but has barely any interest in Palebird. When she gives Tallstar one of his 9 lives, it's laughably short;

That's it. That's the resolution. She doesn't even act happy to see him return, they have a conversation about Talltail's bully, and then after she's dead he's like, "I'll never doubt she loves me ever again."

Like, ok? All right?? Did we just miss the falling action or did Ms. Hunter not feel like it that day?

In general I have so many feelings about Tallstar's Revenge... I can't say I HATE it because it is fun to read, and I like a lot of the things it lays down, but I can't LOVE it for how every step forward it feel like 2 steps back. And the differences in the narrative's sympathy towards Sandgorse (emotionally abusive and committing child endangerment because his son is disappointing him) vs his wife Palebird (completely unsupported while displaying a near textbook case of PPD) are like a tiny little microcosm of the problems in WC.

Sandgorse gets a whole journey dedicated towards finding out he was actually a hero who gave his life saving Sparrow, abuse forgotten, but Palebird... exists, and Talltail's mad she had new kids until he's suddenly not.

So in a nutshell, my take is that this soup is bland and watery. Look at all these complicated potential feelings they just cast out the window so they can talk about Shrewclaw the Bully and his Very Sad Death.

There's much better individual examples of how the narrative tends to treat their male and female characters (which is why I compare Sparkpelt and Crookedstar more than I compare Crookedstar and Palebird), but Palebird's a good place to talk about the pervasive disinterest that WC has in its girls. And how much of a waste it is.

#Tallstar's Revenge is one of those books that I WANT to like. There's so many things in it that are appealing to me #but they can't bring them together #It's like an itch you can't reach. Scratching it would be so satisfying... but you can't. You can't get it.#In the Wise Words of one of my favorite critics; The discussion of misogyny and bad writing are not NOT related #It's not a CAUSE of the bad writing but it's like this terrible symptom. Because a lot of bad writing comes from thoughtlessness #And when you're thoughtless to interesting potential conflicts or don't really have a conclusion in mind (or at LEAST a vague roadmap)#then you end up just. missing things like this #warrior cats analysis

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drjohannn · 8 months

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Name: Arto Callsign: White Poodle Details: Albinism Age: 21 Height: 159 cm Marital Status: Single Biography: The girl was born in the Backstreets and was almost immediately abandoned at the marquee of a traveling circus. The fact was that she was born albino, which could frighten parents, because such a child needs special care. So she became a member of the troupe and spent her whole life in the circus. Since the director himself took care of her upbringing, he helped her find her calling in aerial gymnastics and dog training, for which she received the stage name "White Poodle". Through her many trips to the Districts, Arto was able to learn everything she could about the color and structure of the City, and with her good memory it was especially useful. That was what brought a mysterious guest to their backstage one day. The already not-young gentleman had invited the girl to join his team, saying he knew of her past and future, so in order to avoid unknown horrifying events, she must follow him. She didn't believe him completely, but still agreed, which led her to the Limbus Company, where she became the assistant of the mysterious gentleman and thanks to her "family" became the one who guided almost every Sinner to this place. Character: Arto is a very soft-hearted and empathetic girl. She is always willing to listen and understand others, showing genuine empathy and sympathy. This helps her create a comfort level with her companionship, making her find common ground with the crew almost immediately after getting to know them intimately. She is also patient and peaceful, albeit fearful. Conflicts, with or without her, make her fearful, but she still tries to help resolve things in a peaceful way. Her caring along with her will and determination has won over even the assistant manager and himself, for which he treats her like a daughter. Facts: -Because of having a "master" in the circus, she had a little trouble with independence at first and was afraid to leave him. -Arto has a slight nystagmus, or involuntary eye movement that scared Sinners at first. -Arto only leaves "Number 50" with an umbrella to avoid any sunlight on her skin. -First to find a way to lift Martin's spirits, which will still have time to affect their relationship. -Finds her new family in the crew members. -Rumor has it that she was almost bought from the circus by fraud, but the head of the circus returned her. -Source: Alexander Ivanovich Kuprin - "The White Poodle"

#limbus company #limbus oc #oc #project moon #projmoon #lcb

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gojuo · 16 days

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Dyana coming back doesn’t even make sense. To end up back into Aegon’s grasp for what? She’s not a slave, she is allowed to leave her job. Is it because Dyana believes Rhaenyra is our rightful Valyrian Kween who is going to save Westeros from a threat no one fucking knows about that is hundreds of years away? What has Rhaenyra done for anyone to deserve that kind of allegiance that places them in harms way? Did she return to help carry out Blood and Cheese? Did she come back to help Team Black victimize another innocent woman and a 4-5 year old little girl. Would Dyana support the kidnapping or murder of a child she knows and has helped care for? For Someone she’s never glanced at or spoken to because she’s been on Dragonstone doing zilch since Dyana was a child. Someone that we’ve seen state with their whole chest that the smallfolk don’t matter.

Alicent gave Dyana moontea and more money than she would’ve ever made in her life as a servant. I’ve read the books, I’ve watched every season the first series and never has a woman/girl in her position been offered as much. So often they’re shamed, even by their own brothers and fathers and they’re forced to go into sex work or they’re given to an abusive ancient minor Lord who already had multiple wives and a bunch of heirs already or given to some hedge knight- like Lollys Stokeworrh. A character who comes from a noble family, has an intellectual disability, was gang raped and is now too scared to leave her rooms. Lollys who has the mind of a young child gets pregnant from her rape and doesn’t know what’s happening to her but she has to carry the baby to term and raise them. Lollys is never spoken about with empathy or sympathy. She is dehumanized, treated like property and given to Bronn a newly knighted sellsword who wishes for her sister to die so he can inherit a Castle.

Noble blood or not, these women are so so rarely given justice or compensation, even though that could never take away the trauma of being violated. In Westeros tealing property is seen as a greater offense than sexually assaulting a woman or girl. You could lose a limb for that, you don’t even lose respect for being a rapist. Even Ned Stark still loved, supported and fought for Robert Baratheon knowing of what happened to Elia Martell and her children and how it went unpunished. He’s known Robert since he was a little boy and knows that Robert is an abusive drunken rapist with bastards all over the seven kingdoms.

Alicent seeing herself in Dyana gave her what she herself could never get, empathy for what happened to her, moontea and a chance to escape a Targaryen King and start somewhere new without his child.

Why the hell would she come back to directly serve her rapist who is now not even just a Prince whose mother yells at and slaps any longer but he’s now a King who has the highest station in Westeros. One of the most powerful men in this entire universe..

The writers need to make it make sense. Doing things that make Team Green look bad just to make Team Black the righteous ones is one of the worst aspects of the show. They don’t trust their viewers to understand moral ambiguity. If you ever come across posts from around the internet Pre HOTD the show support between Aegon/Team Green and Rhaenyra/Team Black was pretty equally solit. I was a young teenager when I read the “Princess and the Queen”and even I understood neither team was deserving of full support and no characters besides Helaena and Rhaena were innocent. Aegon is now known as a coward, when most people pre show whether they liked him or not thought that he was brave. Pre show no one was cheering on Blood and Cheese and calling Daemon a feminist malewife. Rhaenyra’s sons weren’t Sainted figures. No one was calling Alicent’s children fake Targaryens and throwing “Hightower” around like it’s an insult. Criston was far from hated. Rhaenyra wasn’t some flat character, she didn’t need to be to get supporters. The show writers don’t trust their Rhaenyra as a character on her own to be likable enough that viewers would support her. Same with the rest of team black as a whole, they have to show Team Green in the most negative light for fear that people won’t side with Rhaenyra.

I think you're jumping the gun too much on Dyana right now and are venturing on victim blaming territory... Listen, we don't know anything about what she's going to do in the new season. There is no information about her outside of the fact that she's not working in the castle anymore but at an inn that Aegon will be visiting. That's it. Insulting her based on a hypothetical scenario we have no idea is real is not helping anybody.

Not to mention... If Dyana does help Blood and Cheese getting into Maegor's Holdfast.... What makes you think she's going to do it willingly? She is a peasant, marginalized, a sexual assault victim, probably without any family, and a wisp of a girl. Blood and Cheese could just easily grab her by the scruff and force her to do whatever they want her to do with little fight back because how can she? And even then, we don't even know if that's what she's going to do at all in season 2... I'm sorry but I really hated this ask. Don't talk about this poor girl like that on my blog.

#hotd #anonymous #answered

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your-lovely-rose · 9 months

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“Our little dirty secret” (All For One; Chapter 1/2)

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mature

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut (Lime)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ±2.1k

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Boku no hero Academia

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: All For One x Little Sister!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Yoichi asks his brother to talk to their younger sister about her infatuation with him, but the latter seems to have other plans.

⚠ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Incest, Undefined touching, Vomit (mentioned) || NOT EDITED

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I decided to make this request and the other as a two shot. I hope no one will be mad at me for this.

> All For One Masterlist

➻ Author's message:

I don’t have every kink I’ll write for and I don’t approve of unhealthy/toxic relationships.

➻ Little dictionary:

"Tadaima!" // "Okaerinasai!" - "I'm back!" (from work, school, etc) // "Welcome back", response of the householder members to: 'Tadaima'.

Imouto - younger sister;

Onii-sama (more formal) // Onii-san (more closer, semi-formal) // Onii-chan (very close, casual) - older brother;

Chapter 1 (You're here) | Chapter 2

Yoichi wondered for a long time whether to talk to his brother. The case was important, but Yoichi had some prejudices against him and didn't have much sympathy for him, so it was hard for younger man to gather himself and talk to him.

That's why he ended up sitting on a leather couch in the living room, hunched down and with his head lowered. White long hair covered his face and green eyes making him look even weaker than usual and the decision he had to make didn't help him feel better at all. If anyone saw him now, they'd think he was about to die.

Suddenly, his head jerked up at the sound of the opening of the front door. Speak of the devil. He's back.

* * *

"Tadaima!"

The first thing that caught your eye was the silence in the apartment - no one was watching TV or arguing, which was news to you. Usually one of your brothers was at home when you came back from school or, when they were both, arguing over differences of worldview. Your eldest brother was definitely not one of the best people, and Yoichi kept trying to talk some sense into him even though he was weaker than him.

And you?

You were just trying to survive high school in that circus (which you call home).

You lived with them because they were your closest family, and you couldn't afford to start living alone (not to mention that you were too young to start an independent life).

You didn't take part in their quarrels and you didn't take any sides. As long as your eldest brother's business weren’t about you or your friends, you had no intention of interfering.

You hung up your jacket on the hanger and took off your scarf - it was getting colder and cooler. You could still feel the cold wind from the outside and the tingling on your cheeks and hands when you entered the apartment.

Planning to eat something before you go to your room, you left your backpack in the hallway and headed to the kitchen. There was no leftovers left in the fridge to warm up, so you decided to make a sandwich. You were about to pull out the ingredients when a voice surprised you.

"Okaerinasai, [Your Name]," said your eldest brother as he stood at the entrance to the kitchen and leaned against the wooden door frame. "I didn't hear you come in."

You grabbed the butter harder, that almost slipped out of your hands and looked out the fridge door to see him.

He was wearing a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at the top and dark blue suit trousers, which would indicate that he had recently returned from his business.

Deciding you weren't hungry after all, you put down the plastic package and closed the fridge with a bang. You tried not to show how his presence had affected you.

"Where are you going?"

"To my room," you said quickly and tried to walk past him. He, however, wanted to pester you some more.

"Hm? Are you mad at me?" he asked, standing in your way and not letting you leave the kitchen. "You've been treating me waspishly for some time."

"It's not like that, onii-sama."

You tried to defend yourself, but you didn't look in his eye. You clenched your hands into fists and your lips in a thin line searching for words, feeling your heart beat faster and harder in your chest. Like a bird locked in a cage hitting the bars while trying to escape.

"Are you bothered by my business?"

"No..."

"Then what's going on?" He leaned toward you and you felt his warm breath mushing your cheek. "We're family, you can tell me anything."

You closed your eyelids and tightened your fists until your fingernails reflected crescent-shaped marks on the inside of your hands.

We're family.

He said, and that was your problem. That's why you can't tell him everything, and that's why you suffer from sadness every day.

Because you are family.

And what you're feeling is wrong. Bad. That's not what a sister should feel about her brother.

You were too embarrassed to tell anyone, so you were alone. You thought if you avoided him, you'd forget or you'd be able to pass those feelings on to someone else, but you were wrong.

The more you avoided him and hid in the room or went out, the more you missed him. You missed talking together (even if sometimes they were one-sided) or spending time in your company - you don't even remember the last time you ate together or watched a movie.

It also hurt you that he didn't seem to notice how you were distancing yourself from him too busy with his illegal business and his arguments with Yoichi.

Are you wrong about that?

"You don't even call me nii-san anymore, or maybe you'd rather call me onii-chan now," a deeper red entered your already flushed face, covering you from your neck to the tips of your ears.

You put your hand on his chest to push him away so you could walk. It was tough and firm, unlike your second brother. Yoichi was weak and frail even compared to you, although he was very smart. However, you doubted that he could handle everything on his own without you or him.

"Stop, I really need to..."

"What?" He interrupted you by gently grabbing your chin and lifting it up to make you look into his firmly eyes. He placed his other hand on yours stopping it on his chest. "Run back to your room and hide from me because you can't handle your feelings for your big brother?"

You felt the blood suddenly drain from your face with terror and your heart stands up for a split second.

Did he know? Were you so obvious?

"How did–!"

You looked up in shock to finally meet his red eyes staring at you with an enigmatic expression. You never knew what was on his mind no matter how much you thought about it. He smiled wide at you.

"Does it matter now?"

He took a step forward and then the next one pulled you in front of him. You couldn't escape. Not, when he was still holding you like that and looking at you like that. You felt like your knees were about to bend underneath you.

Suddenly you felt your ass leaning against the stone counter in the kitchen. He put both hands on it on either side of you, leaning dangerously close again so that only inches separated your lips.

To avoid bad thoughts and not knowing what he was going to do, you closed your eyes and curling up inside yourself.

"What's wrong, imouto? Don't you love your onii-chan?" he said gently correcting your hair behind your left ear. Not trusting your voice, you shook your head in denial.

"Do you think it's bad?"

He waited a moment for your answer, which came as a slight and uncertain nod, making him laugh quietly.

You were so cute.

"And is that what you want?"

You felt tears begin to gather under your eyelids. This was too much for you, but you continued this interview with him anyway. You felt your whole face turn furious red again when another nod came.

"So what's stopping you?" He rubbed his cheek against yours as he whispered directly into your left ear and stroking his hand over your hair.

You could feel yourself getting hot and pleasant chills running down your lower abdomen and inner thighs.

Trying to ignore that feeling, you swallowed your saliva to finally speak up.

"B-because it's wrong. We shouldn't..."

"Because the society doesn't approve of it? The same ones I want to overthrow soon?" He asked, recalling his dream.

It used to sound childish for you - to overthrow the current world order and rule an army like an evil manga character, but now that he mentions it...

If he created a world where you could be together... Where it could succeed...

"If I want it too, is it still wrong?"

He asked, and the only correct answer should be 'yes', but your lips wouldn't say it. They remain closed in this matter as if they were enchanted by a powerful spell. And the one who threw it was your heart.

"Imouto." He leaned his forehead against yours, and his hand moved from the top of your head to the back of it. "This will be our little dirty secret, and now... Kiss me."

And it was enough for you to break all inhibitions and resistances within you - you wrapped your hands gently around his neck and lightly brushed his lips insecurely. He deepened the kiss.

Too happy and busy processing the pleasant thrills of excitement, you didn't feel him smiling mischievously in the kiss or his attentive eyes focused on your face.

Suddenly, his two hands were behind your thighs and dragged you to the counter and sat on it. While he was still kissing you, he put both his hands on your hips hooking his fingers on the hem of your blouse. He wanted to see how much you'd let him.

Just as soon as happiness and desire awakened in you, anxiety bloomed, but you couldn't stop it when he lifted up your blouse or unbuttoned your jeans. You didn't protest, when your clothes fell on the floor somewhere. You let him guide you by being less experienced on most of these matters.

Increasing uncertainty began to settle in the back of your head, but his kisses on your neck and his hands squeezing your bra-clad breasts quickly drowned it out.

The wet sounds of his kisses on your skin and your quiet groans filled the room. You could feel your core burning and getting wet just by rubbing your tight jeans and his hard crotch.

Every moment you began to desire him more and more as well as the end of this society, where you could never be together. With every next little hickey, you wanted to lost more and more in the feeling and got carried away in a whirlwind of emotions.

"Grab the counter."

He ordered you, and then he pulled your pants harder and slid them halfway through your thighs. If you hadn't grabbed the furniture, you'd have fallen.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

You heard a scream from behind your older brother's back, and when he turned around, you saw Yoichi standing at the entrance to the kitchen. His pale face twisted in horror and disbelief at what he saw.

His younger sister and his older brother...

At the thought of it, he felt his stomach twist and gathered to vomit. He got sick. Begin unable to stand on his feet, he grabbed a frame and dropped the groceries on the floor breaking eggs. Some cans and a few fruits rolled on the floor, however, no one paid attention to it - you all had more important problems on your mind now.

All of a sudden, you felt all of your previous desire and excitement fade away, replaced by a deep sense of shame and guilt. You just wanted the ground to open up and swallow you in to hide you from Yoichi's sight.

Meanwhile, All For One (as he has ordered to call himself recently) calmly fasten his zipper and put his hands into his pocket as he walked towards his office in the apartment.

Passing Yoichi, he patted him on the shoulder, and looking at you from over his shoulder, he said:

"If any of you still need help from your onii-chan, I'm at my place."

Those words and looking at you still sitting on the counter - with your messy hair, your face covered in shame, with numerous hickey on your neck and clavicle, your breasts coming out of your bra through AFO plays and your pants down - caused Yoichi to fall to his knees and vomit. He didn't expect All For One to be so evil and depraved enough to take advantage of their younger sister.

In that moment, he decided to protect you from your brother, but he didn't know that you had already gone to his side and wanted the end of this society as much as he did.

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sdotwomackart · 1 year

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Tis the season and I’m bored so here’s a fun thing I noticed on my last Star Wars rewatch.

For background, I usually just watch the Lucas stuff, so episodes 1-6. I do so in a modified “Machete” Order (4-5,1-3,6) because treating the prequels as an extended flashback to explain the whole “I am your father” revelation works really well and the themes of Sith are reinforced well by Jedi. If you haven’t tried it like that give it a whirl, it’ll change your life. (Episode 1 is technically skippable but I didn’t this time).

Anyway I make it to Return of the Jedi and it’s the opening scene. And, as I’m watching it with someone, I’m about to open my mouth and make the joke that I’m sure everyone thinks of. Palpaptine is slithering next to Darth Vader looking like this:

How is no one in the room thinking something like "Are we the baddies.gif?" You know...true believers and hostages to fascism aside. I go to make the joke but I stop dead in my tracks, instead I just go, unprompted "Oh my GOD....THAT'S WHY!!" Because it finally fucking hit me

Let's remember that I JUST watched Revenge of the Sith and it's also worth noting that I have been watching the movies in this particular order for longer than some of you reading this have been alive. This is all to say that I totally should've put this together sooner but I want to share this feeling with some of you out there who may have been like me.

What slapped me in the face that day was George Lucas had answered that particular question. I was just being too much of a cool kid to see it. See, a little more background, I had always disliked an aspect of this scene:

I always thought it was stupid that Mace Windu melts Palpatine with the force lightning. It always struck me as too much. I thought of it the same way I thought of C-3PO and Chewbacca being included in the prequels, another example of George rushing to get the stuff people recognize into the movies he was dog paddling his way through. "Why couldn't he just get old and gross because it's been 20 years and he's evil?" was basically how I would frame it...because I was an idiot. At the very least, I was not really aware of what backslides into fascism look like, which is not a problem I had in America in 2022.

See it all comes together in THIS scene:

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GEORGE HAS PALPATINE USE THE BURNS TO JUSTIFY ORDER 66. Here I was thinking it made everyone in the galaxy look like a dumdum because he's clearly just an evil wizard now. No, he wasn't making Palpatine Hitler in this moment. He was making him John fucking McCain (McCain wasn't a fascist per say he was just a war hero who used that to launch himself into politics). In this moment he’s using the truth, another really fun thing I noticed is that Palpatine (almost) never lies, to play on people’s sympathies and patriotism. They just GIVE HIM the power that he wanted because he rallied them behind a common enemy. In this scene he’s doing what all authoritarian strongmen do, he’s creating a mythology about himself to sell to people and he’s using the truth, or a twisted version of it, to do it. It’s fucking brilliant.

So that brings me back to the deck of the Death Star. The way I read the scene is completely different now. He's not this weird slithering space wizard, he's a fucking war hero. Every step he takes is a show of strength in the face of the enemies of the Empire. Everyone in that room would be filled with either fear for their life or a deep sense of pride in their Emperor. If George had actually come up with any of the prequels ahead of time he would have showed an officer tearing up at the Emperors bravery. Because by now we’d have a room full of guys who only know the myth.

Quick Sidebar: What's funny but not terribly surprising is this detail has been basically memory holed within the myriad of new material since the buyout. Credit where it's due, stuff like Andor and The Bad Batch have been doing a pretty good job of illustrating why people wouldn't be having the best time living under The Empire. But even Andor is falling into the trap of painting the people who operate under that regime as either under duress and secretly gumming up the works or just cartoonishly evil middle management bullies who love being in charge. This isn't wrong, but there's a missing component isn't there? Where are the MAGA hats in the Star Wars universe? Where are just the normal people, the small business owners, the farmers whatever who are just 100% bought in? I'm not saying there should be a series about this or whatever but it would be a fun detail if there were people who believed what Palpatine told them to believe about the Jedi instead of just skipping to the part where they are just an urban myth.

Think of all the rich, real world parallels you could draw! Maybe in a world where we didn't fuck up the notion of younger actors playing legacy characters we could have got a Leia story about how her Force sensitivity wasn't hidden but repressed because Jedi were despised and sent to re-education camps that they never return from. I can't think of any useful real life analog for parents having to worry about hard liners turning their force sensitive children over to the Inquisitors because they've bought into the line that Jedi are evil, can you? Either way I digress. End Sidebar

I was an idiot not to put this together sooner. But I was mostly an idiot for being so hard on George. We all were. The prequels weren't perfect, they aren't even very good, but what they are way more thoughtful and interesting than we gave them credit for at the time.

May the Force Be With You.

If this gets even one like next year I'll tell you guys how I would have fixed Episode IX.

#star wars #may the force be with you #may the 4th be with you #palpatine #are we the baddies #film #george lucas #return of the jedi #revenge of the sith #We should have been nicer to George

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cherokeecharles · 2 years

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#Hottakes #7: We’re Not Being Mean To You Khloe, We’re Returning The Energy.

It wouldn’t be normal if the Kardashians didn’t give us something to talk about every year. But aren’t we tired of the same storylines? The new season of The Kardashians has been released and we’re picking up where we left off last season with Khloe finding out that Tristan has cheated on her… again. We all saw this play out in real-time, on our feeds, but the show gives a new perspective to viewers as Khloe says she is now scared to face the public after us learning that Tristan has cheated yet again, but why is that?

Tristan‘s cheating comes as no surprise to anyone… but Khloe. Tristan has a history of being a serial cheater to every partner that he has. Whether it be him causing turmoil during his partner‘s pregnancy or embarrassing them for the world to laugh and ridicule them, he has proven that he does not care about his actions and how they may affect others more specifically Khloe. In the grand scheme of things, Tristan is getting off light because people are attacking Khloe instead. Tristan is emotionally manipulative towards Khloe and he knows he could get away with it because of how desperate she comes off and how long she’s wanted to create her own family and become the perfect wife. We often lose sight of his behaviors and actions from Tristan because it’s easier to pick on Khloe. After all, she’s the more publicized partner of the relationship, and her actions are heavily scrutinized by the public.

While I do sympathize with Khloe a bit, her acting like the backlash that she’s facing is coming out of nowhere is mind-boggling to me. On the new episode of The Kardashians, it picks up where they left off with the family finding out that Tristan has cheated on Khloe yet again, but this time he has a child while he’s attempting to fix his relationship with her. The whole episode is different from what Khloe has done in the past, this time Khloe is timider with how she’s handling the news of Tristan’s betrayal yet again. In the addition, Khloe is also having a baby for Tristan (via surrogacy) while this other woman is pregnant with his child. She’s hurt by his actions, but she has this huge fear of what the public may say while we’re reacting to this news. She tells Kim about her fears about what the public may say about the whole scandal, and Kim says ’ supportive ’ ‘Get it out. Let them judge, that’s what these nasty people do anyway! ’ That comment was off-putting because no one was blaming Khloe for being cheated on unless they were being unreasonable, it seems like they don’t understand where or why she gets backlash when it comes to this relationship.

The main reason why the public doesn’t necessarily gather around Khloe and offer their support is mainly because of her past and how she has treated others because of Tristan’s actions. Starting with Jordan Craig which is Tristan Thompson’s first child’s mother, there was blatant disrespect for her as she was pregnant while he was flaunting Khloe around make matters worse Khloe's makeup artist who is posting jabs towards Jordan Craig while she was pregnant. And then the infamous kiss heard around the world between Tristan and Jordyn Woods. Instead of handling things maturely and realizing that Tristan is the problem, she instead puts the majority if not all of the blame on Jordyn, while not allowing her to explain herself leading the public to rally behind Jordyn due to the overall unfairness of the situation. In both situations, Khloe offered no compassion for the women who were involved and it looks like she rushed to Tristan's side instead of seeing the situation for what it was which was him being the problem in her life. This is why people are keeping the same energy and not offering the same amount of empathy or sympathy that would normally be given. People aren’t upset with Khloe because she’s being cheated on but it’s the reaction when she’s being cheated on that people don’t agree with. Tristan owes her enough decency to not publicly embarrass and gaslight her like he has been since 2018 and yet he goes on to embarrass her as many times as he possibly could while promising her the world and then she goes on to blame the woman?

This may be a #hottake, but I genuinely feel bad for Khloé Kardashian. Khloe is not perfect in the slightest, but in a general aspect, I don’t think any woman deserves to be treated the way she has been in this relationship. If we remove the person behind the relationship as a substitute for any other woman we would be mortified for how they’re being treated. The cheating, the public humiliation, and the gaslighting are repetitive and happen yearly. How much is a person supposed to endure before they eventually lose it? Some may argue that Khloe deserves this, but from a human perspective, it’s sick to watch someone having to endure their partner embarrassing them every chance they get and then sticking beside them while it happens. I sympathize with Khloé Kardashian and I hope one day she knows when enough is enough.

The Kardashians air on Hulu every Thursday!

Tell me what you think! Was I too sympathetic (lol)?

See you next time!

Cherokee💓

#the kardashians #Hulu #hottakes #kim kashkashian #khloe kardashian #kourtney kardashian #kylie jenner #kendall jenner #kris jenner #pop culture #reality #reality tv #black womanhood #black femininity #black blogger #blogger #style #pictures

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refiwrites · 2 years

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You and Me

Pairing: Malyen Oretsev x GN! Reader

Prompt: “Tonight, let’s pretend that we’re the only two people in the entire world.”

Word count: 0.9K

Warning/s: s.a.b show spoilers!!

Note: please like and reblog if you enjoyed, feedbacks are welcomed

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You were burnt-out. Your knees felt like they might give up any second now, but you can’t stop here, not when they’re looking for you. Not when there’s this many people. You can’t get caught.

“Where’d they went?”

“I don’t care if you don’t know, find them!”

You heard a voice speak up above you. Ducking lower behind a hill which led to the forest, you could say this was your safest bet for now, remaining unseen.

Hearing them converse made your stomach churn. They were out hunting for you. Who wouldn’t be as someone who ran away from the Little Palace? Some might question why on earth would you leave such a luxurious place? You chuckle mentally, if only they knew what lurked underneath it.

The bitter feeling of General Kirigan’s betrayal flowed through your nerves, balling your fists in anger. He treated you so kindly only for you to find out he’s been luring you along like a lost puppy following orders.

One thing you were glad of is to be out of that horrible place, however after all of the running, you hadn’t had a clue of what to do next.

Staying still, you listened in if there were still there, oblivious to the sound of crunching footsteps behind you. Till there was someone tapping your shoulder.

You turned around; hands raised ready to fend off the stranger.

But it wasn’t a stranger. It was your best friend.

“Mal!” You whisper-shouted, almost forgetting about being hunted as feelings of euphoria spread over you, finding your long-missed friend standing right in front of you in person.

Mal, knowing better, pressed his fingers up to his lips, signaling for you to stay silent.

“Come with me.” He whispers, slowly backing away.

Glad to have somebody to trust, you followed. The pair of you walked and walked, catching up on what happened to you, you could feel Mal’s furiousness as you told what occurred in the Little Palace. You listened in as Mal told his side, shocked to find out he was in the Little Palace the night before.

Once you were far away from civilization, Mal found a cave along the river in the forest. It was dark out already.

You clutched your coat closer to your body as you looked up at the sky, enjoying a moment of peace as the wind blew. Mal was busy starting a fire but he couldn’t help but look at you.

He was glad he found you. He found his home.

He owed it all to the Saints for they let the both of you reunite once more. He missed seeing you, greeting you every morning as you passed by each other at Kribirsk. He missed your laugh whenever he’d tell a stupid joke, he missed your words of encouragement whenever he’d feel off the rocks. Saints, he missed everything about you once he saw you being taken away from him.

He finds himself standing up as the fire has been lit, seeing you walk towards him with your smile that made himself do the same.

You stopped a few inches from him and offered your hand. Mal looked at you curiously but took it. You led him out the cave out into the starry sky and windy atmosphere. You stopped in front of him as he looks at you for an explanation.

“Sun summoner, huh?” He verified.

Shaking your head with a smile, you held your free hand up and suddenly there was a bright light then an orb was in place, slowly spinning as it illuminated the both of you brightly, even giving light to the dark forest as the warmth of it radiated on your faces. Mal looked at it in awe before looking back at you.

“Still can’t believe it.”

You closed your palm, the light disappeared, returning the darkness.

“Neither can I, its all so new to me, I was scared I didn’t know how to control it, I was scared because…” You paused, looking into his eyes which held sympathy as his features softened, grabbing onto your other hand.

“I was scared because I didn’t have you by my side, I was so worried I wasn’t getting any letters from you I thought you hated me—”

“Hey, hey. I’m here now, (Y/N), I will always be by your side from now on.” Mal reassures, gripping your hand tightly in his.

You smile at him sincerely, your body acting on its own as you leaned your forehead against his shoulder, hopeful.

Mal squeezed your hands once more and you transferred your hands to his chest as his arms gently placed themselves on your waist as he sighed in content.

A bulb lighted itself in your head as you slowly swayed to a non-existent beat.

“What’re you doing?” Mal asks, by his tone you could tell he was smiling, he never was one for dances but he found himself following you.

“Mal.” You called.

“Yes?”

“Tonight, let’s pretend that we’re the only two people in the entire world.”

With Mal, it felt like the both of you fit together like puzzle pieces. It felt right. You felt like nothing could stop you, you felt calm, like home.

You felt him nod, squeezing your waist as an answer as the both of you swayed in silence over the sounds of the river running, a few chirps from nearby grasshoppers, the fire crackling. It was perfect.

It felt at peace, entrapped in your own little world, even if its just for tonight.

#shadow and bone oneshot #shadow and bone fandom #shadow and bone x reader #mal oretsev #malyen oretsev #x reader #shadow and bone imagines #malyen oretsev x reader #imagines #imagine #fanfiction #fanfics #refiwrites

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itsmykindoflove · 2 years

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I was just delighted by the view.

Genre: (super) Cute

Words: 840

Disclaimer: Written from his p.o.v. Mentions of hospital, stress and medicine by vein.

Notes: Anon, hope you like it. I found it super cute hehe.

The sound of the alarm clock was irritating. As soon as I managed to reach for my cell phone to turn off the alarm, I felt my head hurt, a terrible cold, I wanted to throw up and an ache all over my body. I couldn't say what it was, but I knew my body was asking me to stay in bed longer. But knowing the responsibilities I have as the son of the CEO of the biggest television company in the country, one day absent, means a whole week of listening to my father's complaints.

I forced myself to stand up, but I only saw a black screen in front of me as my foot touched the ground. My body leaned forward, but before I could reach the ground I felt someone holding me and calling me. It was my future wife. Wife. How could I call her that if this marriage was arranged? As much as we got along, it was like we were co-workers, together just for the business. Before I could say anything, I fell asleep again.

The lights were so bright they seemed to make my pain even worse, and the white room was an added bonus. I was taking some medicine by vein, a thermal comforter and she was beside me, waiting for a reaction.

-You woke up? – she asked and I could only nod.

-Could you close the curtains? - I asked and she got up to close them. The relief was gigantic. –Why am I...

-Don't talk too much or your headache may get worse. - she returned to sit next to me. -I brought you to the hospital because you were about to pass out when I got to the room. The doctor asked to call him as soon as you wake up, we don't know what you have for sure because we don't know the symptoms, try not to sleep I'll look for him.

It wasn't long before she came back with the doctor, asked a few questions and I answered them all, that damn headache didn't seem to go away.

-It seems that your body wanted to shut you down so you could get some rest. These symptoms are very similar to stress. You must rest. So you'll be here all day and you won't be discharged until tomorrow. You must eat and hydrate as well. – He turned to my companion and smiling, continued. -I think your fiancée will take good care of you. Make him eat every meal that comes in and get him to sleep a little longer.

As soon as she agreed, he left the room, leaving us alone.

-I already sent word that you had to come to the hospital. -I was going to protest and say that wasn’t the right thing to do, but she shut me up. -I said that you came to accompany me, because I wasn’t feeling well, your father won’t know that you are sick. Don’t worry.

She, like me, knew very well how my family was and how feeling weak and sick was an excuse for laziness and not wanting to work. Taking care of me showed a new side of her that I didn't know. She was always very reserved, quiet and treated everyone with sympathy and kindness, in relation to me it was the same thing. She never tried to intrude on my private or professional affairs.

The first meal had arrived, she got ready to settle me on the bed and also offered to feed me. It was the first time we were so close and so relaxed, without the pressure of our parents. In the afternoon, we watched television shows, laughed at her remarks which were unexpectedly funny. One more meal came by early in the evening, where she also helped me.

-Can I open the window now? It would be nice for you to see the sky a little. - she suggested and I accepted.

-The moon is huge and yellow. I haven't seen her in a while. - I commented and she sat on the sofa below the window. And I could see that light matched her beauty well. She was so beautiful.

-Are you ok? - she quickly came to me.

-Oh?

-Your heartbeat increased out of nowhere. Are you feeling anxious? I can order a medicine...

-Yes. No. I mean, I’m good. I was just delighted by the view. It’s very beautiful. – I tried to disguise.

-I understand. - she smiled lightly. -I think you should rest a little more, tomorrow we leave early.

-Sure. You’re right.

-Is it ok if I go to the cafeteria to eat something? – she asked.

-It’s ok, you can go.

As soon as she left, I closed my eyes for a while, trying to rest and a few minutes later, I felt her hand caress mine and I couldn't help but smile when I felt that sudden affection. I just hoped the heart rate monitor didn't give me away this time.

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running-with-kn1ves · 3 years

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could you write a follow up to seth the cannibal?

Absolutely! for new readers here’s the original story. I enjoyed writing it, even though I'm rusty at gore (and cough it didn't get much traction cough cough.) Fun fact, I took great inspiration of Seth's character from Julian Smith's Eat Randy. Its just a super fuckin weird but good video. I came across it once and just went-- what if it was a yandere scenario? I can genuinely say I stole quite a bit from that weird concept.

TW: Slight gore, yandere/cannibalistic behaviors, gaslighting, suicidal-ish? thoughts, toxic behaviors, kidnap scenario, torture/medical procedures described.

To say it was another night was... An understatement. It was another night, in this hellhole. No longer “another night” where you went home to flop on the couch and listen to bad sitcoms before dozing off. No, this was another agonizing night where the window far too high for you to even reach with legs, showed glittering stars and a crescent moon. That window was the only thing occupying your mind for the past several hours.

What else could you do? You couldn’t even stomach the thought of your captor coming back to keep you company. Literally. Your stomach had been removed, organs being torn and tied together to form a makeshift body that allowed you to live. You were still recovering from that surgery; after all it wasn’t like you’d been given any pain medication or healing ointments to help. Seth didn’t bother treating your suffering-- he enjoyed it; relished in it. He saw no reason to let you feel ease if he felt so much pleasure.

You were starting to think maybe your nerves would finally betray you, and eventually you’d die from the shock of such pain. It was a blissful thought, something you desperately prayed for.

Anything. Any death, any release. As long as it didn’t have to do with Seth or his torture devices, you’d be thankful for that sweet freedom.

But alas, your desperate pleas fell upon deaf ears, fate shunning itself from your endless misery. You groaned, wet face still in a damp cold. The basement wasn’t a friendly place to stay in; such areas never were, but especially not when you were trapped in a cage directly underneath the air conditioning. The cages’ frozen bars didn’t offer much warmth for your shivering self, nor did your lack of limbs. You couldn’t even look down-- lest if you did you’d have the urge to vomit again. You could hardly comprehend what he did to you, let alone look at it.

The swinging doors from above the basement hardly brought fear anymore; they had swung and given you more horrors than you expected; but the fright became numb quickly due to their constant sound.

After Seth’s third procedure in removing your spleen, your exhaustion had gone full speed ahead. As if you weren’t worn from the last few grotesque procedures, his third stitching left you unconscious for days. Every time you awoke during that period, he’d always be there, watching you sleep. You didn’t even have the energy to scream or cry as he tucked you back into the shallow bed, feeding you small spoonful's of soup.

Seth would go on and on about your body and your taste, with you having the urge to choke him. Even when you begged and pleaded, offering any kind of service in return for him letting you go, Seth never let up.

The amused and psychotic look on his face as you fell on the ground in pain and desperation was haunting. When clinging to his feet and beseeching for any sympathy, you had never felt more humiliation. Seth didn’t want you to leave, or want you for anything else really; that’s what you couldn’t comprehend. The only thing you knew at this point was that Seth was a sick monster.

You could have accepted your death easily if he had just killed you immediately. Instead, you lied here on the floor, legs and stomach bundled in gaws and stitches, determined to kill yourself if Seth didn’t do it by his own hands. You got the urge to look down at your lack of legs once more, but quickly forced yourself to look up at the window instead to avoid any kind of negative reaction. The wounds were a constant reminder of the situation; you couldn’t even daydream long enough about a scenario outside of this dungeon, before the wounds came back to make themselves known. Your crying was far from over, but it was slightly peaceful when alone-- sniffling up at the moon, shivering in pain, imagining your life outside of Seth’s grasp.

Another slamming of an upstairs door made the basement shutter. Seth’s acts of rage and quick mood shifts were something you were still not used to. The doors’ loud closes were a terrifying and wonderful reminder of your awaiting fate. Maybe this surgery would finally kill you? It was the best thought you’ve had in weeks.

“Oh hand-some!” You heard a voice call loudly.

A metal object clanged on the beaten down basement walls, signaling that Seth was dragging it closer.

“Are you ready for our next lil’ operation?” He called out in a sing-song tone.

Reaching your cell, Seth banged on the metal bars with his instrument--the new torture device making an appreance for today. You laid on the floor, drooling for dramatic effect.

“Awe, playing dead are we? Now we can’t have that.” Seth struck the metal bars once more, this time closer to your head. The ringing noise and closeness of his weapon made you shake. The object was not metal like you feared it would be; no, it was steel, a far worse material. Threateningly, Seth held the bone saw above your head from behind the bars.

Turning over, you moved to face the wall, shrinking in figure. Curling into yourself was a full time job, the pain increasing tenfold when you moved inward.

Seth could see your shivering from the way your back moved. He pulled on his gloves, sighing.

“Don’t you ever get tired of being this way?” He asked with a bit of exhaustion.

You didn’t respond, deciding to keep up your silent treatment. Though really it was childish calling it the silent treatment; Seth genuinely didn’t deserve to be talking to you in the first place, he should be locked away, but you had no decision in that at the moment. Though, it was better to ignore him than start a fight. He was insane-- any time you tried to make conversation, he would spin it in a different direction.

Seth grunted with frustration, annoyed at your lack of communication.

“Well hand-some, I guess we should get started,”

You clenched at his words, your body physically tightening up.

“Do you like the nickname? I guess after today I can’t use that anymore huh.. It didn’t really fit anyway.”

It took you a second to grasp his words, but as soon as Seth began to unlock the doors to the cage, you moaned in fear. Backing away as far as you could, you found yourself shoved up against the small cage. Even though you wished this treatment to be over, you were still terrified and traumatized from the torture awaiting you.

“Oh come on now-” Seth mumbled under his breath, pulling your amputated leg closer to him. You shrieked, feeling immediate pain in the unhealed wound. The bandages covering it went red, the color soon patterning Seth’s gloves. You struggled to hold onto the bars to stay inside the cage, but eventually let go as Seth tugged onto your legs and abdomen.

Screeching and clawing the floor, you felt yourself dragged against the cold cement. Easily, Seth flung you over his shoulder, your lack of lower limbs making your struggle against him futile.

Instead of screaming any longer, you could only muster loud whimpering as tears fell. Your head harshly slammed against the metal table, putting you in a daze.

“Oh I’m sorry dear-” Seth apologized frantically, stroking your head with his gloved hands. His soft touch was drastically different than anything you’d ever experienced from him. You stopped groaning momentarily, the wind still being knocked out of you.

“Oh goodness I didn’t mean to hurt you like that, are you alright?” Seth asked.

You couldn’t reply, only trying to take deep breaths as panic filled you to the core. Beginning to struggle again, Seth ‘tsked’ at you, buckling the restraints around your abdomen and spread arms.

Shushing you, he took your singular free hand and pressed it up to his lips.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. I’ll stay here until you calm down.” His reassuring voice was both terrifyingly confusing and comforting. Your breathing began to slow; staring up at the bright and warm lamp that used to blind you, now brought solace.

“Now, now..”

Hushing once more, Seth stroked your arm, drawing small patterns onto the flesh.

“I know it’s scary, but you’ve been so good…” He whispered in the quiet room, as if he was afraid any loud noises would bring back your hysterics.

“You’ve been so good for me… Can you do it once more?”

You began to cry again, unable to hold in the fear. You really didn’t want to die, no matter how much you convinced yourself that it would be better than this, the thought was still terrifying. And you knew, Seth would be the one to kill you. He’d make it so painfully enjoyable for himself, you’d scream and never be let go from his clutches until he willed it.

“Don’t struggle, okay? It’ll mess up the cutting process.” Seth spoke with the same soft tone while forcing down your writhing hand. He buckled up the leather strap, and grabbed the infamous rag you hated.

“Scream good for me okay? You already know our rule about the neighbors, though I do wish I could hear you freely. ” He said with a smile, forcing the white rag in your mouth.

You pushed against the straps, feeling your abdomen and the stumps that were left for legs cry out in pain. You had no doubt that the stitches holding your skin together would need to be resewn, but at this point you had no care for the previous wounds-- you just wanted out and off the table.

Seth held the small knife above your shaking wrist. Unlike your legs, you couldn’t look away as the scalpel came down. Seth Slowly cut the skin, your screams easily making way into the rag. You bit into it, unable to hide such anguish. Kicking with what was left of your lower body, you twitched every which way in torment and fear.

The cannibal licked the open wound, blood spilling from your wrist. He was completely prepared to continue, unlike yourself.

Looking up at the window in the wall, you realized how far away outside really was. Your dream to even get out of this basement and see the sky for real again was impossible. Seth would take away anything and everything. You’d soon be left with nothing able to understand the sky with. You’d soon be left with nothing at all.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #self insert #reader insert #reader inserts #yancore #yanderecore #male yandere #yandere male #love interest #horror romance #horror #gore #cannibalism #cannibalyandere #cannibalistic

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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Levi doesn't know what is killing him more - the excruciating pain in his leg, the constant boredom or sympathy mixed with adoration he keeps seeing in the eyes of people around him.

Adoration, and, to some degree, even sympathy is much better that unabashed hatred and disgust, and Levi should be thankful to Onyakopon for finding him a hospital that doesn't treat him like an abomination.

Nonetheless, Levi would rather left alone, far away from curious patients, kind doctors and caring nurses.

All this sudden attention, all this impersonal concern... It's a good thing, Levi thinks. He wants to like it.

But he doesn't.

Truth be told, he hates it.

He wants to go back to the way things were before. He wants to go back to the infirmary in Survey Corps. There, the doctors weren't at all nice. They grumbled and scolded every soldier, complaining that they were wasting their lives for nothing. Levi used to hate them all. But now he wants to go back, there, to Survey Corps, to his comrades- to everything he's lost.

***

There is a nurse, who visits him every morning. She opens the windows, letting in sunlight and warm wind. She brings medicine - bitter and viscous, and she tries to sweeten it with her smile.

It doesn't work, though, not quite. Her smile just isn't sweet enough.

She redresses his wounded leg, a sad mist going over her eyes as she looks at the mess of bones, lacerated skin and muscles.

Levi doesn't ask what she sees there. He doesn't ask if he'll be able to walk again or not. In the very beginning, when he was just transferred here, he used to ask about it every morning.

"You'll be up and running in no time," doctors and nurses assured him in unison.

They don't do that anymore. And that, Levi assumes, is an answer in of itself.

After her morning checkup, the nurse returns at noon, bringing him his lunch and another shot of medicine.

If he has no visitors, she spends the afternoon with him, reading a book or fruitlessly attempting to spark up a conversation.

She asks about their struggle against Eren, Battle of Earth and Heaven as they call it now, but there is nothing Levi can say about it, except that it was a pointless massacre, started by a foolish boy.

He doesn't wish to talk about it, doesn't want to even think about it. The others have forgiven him, Levi knows they did, but he can't forget so easily. There is an ugly, dark feeling inside him, a spanless anger that will never go away.

Too many had died, too many lives were lost because of Eren. Men, women, children, Levi can't even think about it, still can't quite imagine what a monster the little boy with bright eyes became.

And now that little boy had taken lives, too many of them. All of them break Levi's heart, but there is one of them that hurts the most, that makes it hard to wake up because sometimes he just can't seem to find a reason to.

When he refuses to talk about the mess that was the Battle of Earth and Heaven, when he ignores the question about the war between Marley and Paradise, the nurse asks him about his dreams.

And the question is so sudden, spoken so out of blue that it takes Levi a while to get his thoughts into order.

Dreams... He's not sure he's ever had one that was solely his own. He's more used to following someone else's dreams - he shared the dream to get out of the Underground with Farlan and Isabel, he wanted to eliminate all titans and see the world behind the walls alongside his comrades from Survey Corps, he longed to start a life Hange had described to him.

But now all of them are gone, and he's all alone. There is no one he can share a dream with.

But I'm still here, Levi reminds himself. He's still here, still alive. And if he can't follow someone else's dream, maybe, it's time to get a dream of his own.

"I'm thinking about starting a tea shop..." he whispers.

"Well, that's a start," the nurse smiles, and Levi slowly relaxes.

***

"She's lovely," Onyakopon remarks during one of his visits.

The nurse has just left the room, after feeding Levi his medicine and putting a fresh bouquet of flowers on his bedside table.

Levi shrugs in answer to Onyakopon's words. The nurse is lovely - long blond hair, pretty green eyes. She is full of life, she looks so young, but then again... Maybe, she's not as young as he thinks she is. Maybe, it's him who feels much older than he looks.

"You know," Onyakopon smiles, looking at the flowers the nurse brought. "If you ever wish to..."

"I don't," Levi cuts him off, his tone harsh.

He knows what Onyakopon wants to say. Sees in his eyes the same way he hears it in Gabi and Falco's awkward hints.

But he doesn't want to meet someone new, doesn't want to start a new life. He wants his own life back, the one that was promised to him but denied. The one he dreamt about whenever things became too frantic.

Just get through this, he used to tell himself, get through this and this is it, you'll have your chance, you'll get a shot at having a normal, happy life.

And now he got through this. However, Hange didn't.

***

The time goes and soon, much sooner than Levi expected, the doctors tell him that he's ready to be discharged.

Levi doesn't know how to feel about this. He used to hate hospitals with passion and ached to get out as fast as possible. Hospitals meant being out of loop, meant boredom and pitying looks from everyone around him.

However now... He's not nearly as eager to leave as he was before. He already feels lost inside his small, one-bed ward. What is going to happen when he has to move forward? How is he going to find his place in a world he doesn't even know?

He's done all of it before, though, two times already. He left the Underground and discovered a world with bright sun, faraway stars and harsh storms alongside Farlan and Isabel. He found the ocean and learnt about the rest of the world with his team and his Hange.

But they're not here anymore. Farlan's soft voice and Isabel's delighted laugh don't ring in his ears. He doesn't have Erwin's calm, determined presence to show him the path forward. Hange's gentle, caloused hand doesn't hold his anymore.

It's not the first time he has to navigate through a strange, unknown world. But it's the first time he does it all by himself.

***

It's his last evening in the hospital, and the nurse is sitting beside him, the book in her hands long forgotten as she carefully studies his profile.

"So," she quietly begins, hands on her knees. "We talked about war and dreams... And what about love?"

Love is dead, Levi wants to say, but is it really?

He looks at the window behind nurse's shoulder, his eyes tracing the faint light emitting from the stars. Even here, in the city, they're bright. Just like her eyes.

And if he strains his hearing a bit, he can hear laughter ringing through the night. It reminds him of her too.

These days, almost everything reminds him of Hange.

It's natural, of course. She saved the world and, before that, she saved him. She left her traces all over, even on him. Every time he looks in the mirror or touches his face, he is reminded of that quiet night, of her gentle touch and her soothing, albeit frantic words.

Hange isn't dead, people like her don't really die, they just leave this world for a while.

And his love... it might have died, but it's not dead. It will always live inside of him, in the depth of his heart that he had devoted to her.

"Love..." he starts, still staring up at the sky. "It hurts. It breaks your heart, it leaves you hollow and empty. And yet... those small moments you share, that short-lived bliss... It's worth all the pain."

"And your love?" the nurse asks, her eyes shining. "Were they worth it?"

"She was," Levi says, but quickly corrects himself. His love might have died, but she's not dead. She just left. Levi can't leave now, he has a little tea shop he has to open and he wants to do at least something, whatever he still can, to make sure that the world she gave them won't disappoint her. But when his time will run out, he will leave too, and then they will meet again, he's sure. "She is still worth it," he murmurs and smiles for the first time since Hange left.

#mmmmmmm i guess it's a bit too angsty for a wednesday night :/#levihan

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a-marlene-s · 4 years

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Commission: Actions and Consequences

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@miner249er commissioned me to write this fic.

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Warning: SALT SALT SALT SALT. CLASS SALT! LILA SALT! ADRIEN SALT!

Oh, and there’s a bit of Lukanette in this~

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You know what they say…

All actions have consequences.

Every choice has a consequence.

Be responsible and be…

You get the idea.

This has been on the mind of everyone in the school of Dupont for who knows how long. Oh wait, that really hit home when one Lila Rossi came to Paris and started her lies. It looks like the only ones that were clearly fooled by her lies is the Akuma Class. Including their own teacher!

Well… except for Marinette.

She is the only one that is not fooled into believing such things. Who in the right mind would believe any of that? Akuma class, that is whom. People began to pull away from them. One by one, not wanting to be connected to them. Not so much for the fact they are known as the Akuma class… it is for the lack of regard they have for Marinette.

How dare they treat Marientte in such a way! After what she has done for them! For all of them! They believe the words of that liar over a friend they have known far longer. Some have tried to reach out, but Rossi is always near or just sucks them back into her webs of lies. Whatever work they have to get their friends back to a world of reality, it is reversed back the moment they step back into that classroom filled with webs.

Many have tried and tried again to help them. To help them see the light of what has been going on, but they all refused to see the light. Many of them growing toxic to themselves that it is better to cut ties then to deal with them anymore.

Who could blame them?

They tried. Truly tried.

Did they want to lose their friends?

No. They did not. But for their own health and sanity… they cut their losses and moved on. At least, they are reassured, that the only ones in Rossi’s grasp is the Akuma class sans Marientte Dupain-Cheng. For which, they made a promise to get protect her from them. She does not deserve the mistreatment. No one does.

-.-

It started out small.

Too busy to hang out.

Leaving messages on read.

Avoiding having them around.

Cutting conversations short.

Many other things to get away.

Some others… are more up front with their dislike with Lila Rossi.

They do not bother to hide their disgust.

Some kept quiet to a degree…

Mireille gave Lila a worried smile as she started to tear up about Aurore’s mistreatment towards the latter. She simply patted Lila’s cheek, leaning close so that she could wrap her arms around Lila to give her a comforting hug… before whispering into her ear as everyone watched on. “Play along… after all… this is just a game for you. You don’t want to disappoint your audience.”

It wasn’t much of an issue to play along with Lila’s games when she tried to bring in the Akuma Class as backup. Long as you show sympathy, play along with Lila’s games against her… you should be good. Lila will never break in character in front of them. Long as you don’t call her out in front of them and act just as deluded to make her mess up, it’s all good.

Then there are the times one has to be more up front…

“Achoo! Ugh, sorry, allergies you see.” Aurore sneered out as she ‘accidentally’ stabbed her umbrella into Lila’s hair when she sneezed. “I’m allergic to bullshit.”

Lila’s jaw dropped as she tried to pull her hair but only wincing as her hair really got caught in the umbrella. She looked around, hoping to catch someone’s attention. But… no one is paying any mind. If anything, one of them even went as far to offer Aurore an allergy pill. “Why are you doing this? I never did anything to anyone!”

“Oh, shut up. We all know you’ve been mistreating Marinette since day one.” Aurore teased, there was a glint in her eyes as she easily untangled her umbrella out of Lila’s hair. “All of us were willing to stand back because Marinette asked us to. Then you got her expelled… Let’s make some truths…”

-.-

Slowly but surely, things began to change for Bustier’s Class. Or better known as, the Akuma Class began to see a change. Then again, things have been happening and have been so caught up in Lila’s lies to even take note of any of it at first.

Many have already put a distance between them and themselves.

It’s silly really. None of them really had taken note of the fact here is now a wall between them. Slowly growing as time goes by. It really came ahead when news spread around on Marinette’s expulsion and her return back to school without much of a say on what happened.

Except for the fact Lila claims Marinette had stolen an answer sheet, her necklace and pushed said girl down a staircase.

Why no one bothered to look deeper into those lies, is beyond anyone at this point. What really got to the rest of the school is how the Akuma Class, Bustier and Damocles’ are so far up Lila’s ass that they wonder if they could even see the sun at this point. It was at that point, the gloves were off and no more.

It was time to bring out the big guns when word got out that Lila supposedly has a lying disorder… only to Bustier and Damocles. Only them, no one else. Thus, only causing more tension for Marinette with the rest of her classmates as they still believe the original lies. All of them giving her a side eye, wondering what she should do next.

Marinette doing something against Lila?

Hah.

It’s going to be the entirety of Dupont against Lila now.

Dupont vs the Akuma Class, sans Marinette. They love their sleep deprived cinnamon roll that could possibly kill them once she finds out what they are up to.

It would be so worth it though…

-.-

“I’m sorry Rose, I’m going to be busy that weekend. Busy, busy at the studio!” Mireille smiled sweetly at Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Alya and Lila. “Nadja is prepping me to do live interviews over the weekend. I’ve been told I might interview a rock star! Isn’t that great!”

“Wow! That’s amazing, Mireille!” Rosa said in awe. The others following along, amazed by the news. They were gushing over the fact Mireille is possibly going to interview a pop star soon. Going on and on… Mireille simply smile, keeping her arms behind her back and her knuckles turning white as she kept a tight grip on the back of her blouse. She kept an eye on Lila, her smile only growing as Lila tried to steer the conversation back to herself.

Mireille did not care; this would be the perfect opportunity for her to walk away.

Expect when she saw Marinette walk down the hallway with Aurore.

“Hey Marinette, did you hear? Lila knows who Mireille is going to interview.” Alya mentioned, grinning at Lila’s direction. “

Marinette paused, nose scrunching up. She looked over at Mireille to see her eyes narrowing at the direction of Lila. Clearly, this is one of the many lies Lila has up her sleeves. Aurore smiled at Lila, almost warningly. “Yeah, she told us last week.”

Marinette looked around her classmates to smile at Mireille. “Nadja finally got in contact with them?”

“Thanks to you, Marinette. Nadja got in contact with all of them.” Mireille smiled widely at Marientte and Aurore. “We can’t thank you enough for that favor! Come on! I know the perfect tea shop!”

Mireille walked over to Marinette and looped an arm around one of Marinette’s own. Her smile only grew as Aurore looped her own arm around Marinette’s free arm. The two girls quickly pulled Marinette away from Lila’s sights all the while talking about the interview and the tea shop.

“Did… did they just ditch us?” Alya pulled a face as she watched Aurore, Marinette and Mireille walk away. Mireille had earlier mentioned she was going to be busy after classes which is why they asked her if she was going to be free this weekend. Apparently, she’s supposedly busy with other things than to thang out with them. Why?

“Hey, girls… is everything alright, Alya?”

Alya and the rest of the girls turned around to see Nino and Adrien walking up to them. Her smile grew when she saw Lila warp an arm around Adrien’s own. What she didn’t see is how stiff his smile became but continued on.

Adrien looked ahead to see Marinette with a Mireille and Aurore. The three chatting away without a care in the world. His brows furrowed at the sight. As of late, this has been becoming the norm…

-.-

“Mom said we could hire a DJ for the event, but…”

“Davis already have the day filled?”

“Yeah. Along with Diego, Mei and Lola.”

“What about Nino? He DJ’s, too right?”

“Hah! Dad, don’t joke! Like I want him to DJ the party! Marinette is going to be there and if I have him there, he’s going to wonder why no one else in his class was invited. I am not going to invite a bunch of people that have been mistreating my friend.” Claude grimaced at the thought. He was not going to have Nino DJ his party. If things were different, things would have been different. It is his party. His. He is not going to run the risk of Lila Rossi and her flying monkeys coming to his party and making it all about her.

Yeah… that is not happening.

Lila will find a way turn the party so that it’s geared towards her. She did that at Izzy’s 15 birthday bash and it took Izzy weeks to console her after she regretfully invited Rose, who in turn invited Lila after she overheard the blonde telling Juleka about it. Rose never asked or apologized to Izzy about inviting Lila, who in turn invited her flying monkeys.

Yeah… Claude was not going to let that happen. To make sure that does not happen no one from the Akuma Class, except for Marinette, is invited to his party.

“That’s a bit harsh. I’m sure there’s more to the story. You and Nino were good friends for some time now.” Claude’s father said, worry filled his tone.

“And I thought Nino was close friends with Marinette far longer but apparently that does not matter to him.” Claude deadpan. “I am not going to have Nino DJ the party. Plus his girlfriend is Lila’s main supporter. If I do have Nino DJ, he’ll tell Alya who will tell Lila and I am back to square one. The one I want to avoid! I don’t want Lila Rossi at my party!”

“I’m sure she’s just trying to make friends…”

“…that’s what you said about Clarice before mom divorced you.”

-.-

Adrien paused mid-bite, straining his ears to overhear what is being said on the booth several seats away. He overhead Claude saying Nino and Lila’s names several times but never a clear sentence. It took a while before it caught on what is being said.

Izzy’s party was amazing to say the least! He went along as the rest of his classmates invited him along and he finally got permission to go by his father. The party was amazing to say the least! The music! The food! Everything else!

Why wouldn’t Claude want to ask Nino to DJ his party? It wouldn’t be a bad idea to invite everyone. It would be horrible to note everyone. Wasn’t Claude friends with everyone in his class?

Right?

Sitting across of Adrien is Nino, concentrating on a calendar that he brought out along. Nino has been… struggling to get gigs for a while now. It was not so much he could not get someone to hire him, from what Nino has been telling Adrien, it’s actually doing his job. As of late, he hasn’t been asked to DJ for anyone else outside of his class. Sure, there are some here and there, but at times… he needed to cancel because Alya wanted to do something with Lila and wanted him there for it.

-.-

Luka resisted the urge to pull out his ears as the rest of Kitty Section, sans Adrien and Marientte, whisper to other. All the while sending him weird looks throughout. This is the first time they have met up for practice in well over a month since they keep bailing on practice. Why? They prefer to hang out with Alya… who is hanging out with this Lila Rossi. All. The. Time.

They all have been talking about Lila Rossi… nonstop. Going on and on about her. To the point, Luka suspects that Rose wrote a song about her for some damned reason. Why are they talking about her?

Lila Rossi knows Jagged Stone.

How Lila Rossi’s dance move got stolen from Clara Nightingale.

How close she is to Prince Ali.

Lila knows a lot of people that could, supposedly, get them famous. How Lila has connections to help Kitty Section become famous. Knows someone that would make them better costumes. Along with even knowing how to write better music.

Lila this…

Lila could do this.

Luka stood up from his spot from the makeshift stage with his guitar in hand. There tunes are different, no longer in tune to the music, let alone to their hearts. More so when he is supposedly out of ear shot and they started to whisper about how Lila mentioned that he, the founder of Kitty Section, should no longer be in the band. How Lila told them how he is hold them back and that she knows someone that is better than himself.

Him holding them back.

Really?

Rossi is the one that is holding them back.

If they want to repeat that broken tune, so be it. He needs to find his muse. Luka left them to whisper to themselves. If Lila believes that they do not need him, so be it. Leaving without much of a fight, he knew when it was a time to retreat until they got their bearings. Right now, he now needs to find out more about Lila Ros-

“Psst! Over here!”

“Hey! You! Luka!”

Luka paused, an eyebrow raised as he slowly turned around to see two individuals, some of his sister’s friends from a different class, are calling out to him. They were both holding umbrellas, which only made them stand out more in his opinion. “Hello?”

“Come here!” The blonde motioned for him to walk over to them.

“Hurry before they see you!” The other said, pointing down the hall. Luka looked down said hall to see Adrien and some unknown girl that is clinging onto his arm. Oh.

Luka hurried over to the girls and they promptly hid him under their umbrellas and behind the pillar with them. It was close enough to listen into whatever Adrien and the new girl’s conversation.

-.-

Adrien stood by as Kitty Section walked out to meet him and Lila, and they started to talk about Lila’s advice. What’s this advice? That it would better for Luka to leave Kitty Section as it would be too weird for him to be in the band with them. It is concerning to say the least. Are the really going to kick out Luka from the band?

“It is better this way. Luka is only holding all of you back.” Lila smiled at her classmates as she tightened her grasp around Adrien’s arm. “All of you are better off without him. I’ve talked to that producer friend of mine and Jagged Stone, and they both agree. Luka is no good for your image.”

“I suppose you are right…” Juleka said, twiddling around with her gloves. Rose reached over to hold onto her hands and gave her an encouraging smile. Juleka chewed on her bottom lip as she thought it over.

“I am positive that Luka will understand.” Lila smiled once more and this seemed to put Juleka in a better place.

“We have been practicing without him for the last month.” Rose mentioned, tugging onto Juleka’s hands. “We could do it.”

Lila smiled brightly, increasing her hold around Adrien. She looked at the blonde for support. “Right, Adrien?”

-.-

Who does she think she is???

They have been practicing without him. For the past month? Without him? Well, that’s one thing he could easily take with a grain of salt. What his sister is saying has his song beating a new beat that hasn’t been played for so long. What really got Luka’s attention is the fact they were all eating up Lila’s lies.

Are they really that gullible?

“This is just the bare minimum of what Rossi has been doing to your sister’s class.” Aurore explained, motioning for Luka to follow her and Mireille.

Luka’s brows furrowed over the blonde’s words. “…Is something being down about it?”

“More or less, but that’s for later. Right now, we are planning a party later for Marinette and we need you to distract her for a bit.” Aurore said, nudging Luka with her elbow and gave him a sly grin. “The party is for her. Did she tell you about her class situation?”

“Marinette has mentioned she wanted to tell me something but everytime she tried to say it, one of her classmates popped up and she would go quiet…” Luka trailed off as he took that in. Oh, that would explain some things. Shaking his head, he would ask her later about it. “I’ll talk to her later about it. Tell me more about this Lila…? I don’t like her song.”

-.-

Mendeleiev was never one that cared so much to know about the personal lives of her students. In terms that, she does not care who is dating (long as it is a healthy and very much legal relationship), knowing what her students are doing after classes (long as it is nothing illegal or against the rules), and well… whatever she had just witnessed from down the hall.

Ondine just broke up with Kim.

Which is a big surprise considering how googly eyed they are… were for each other. A big shock, that’s for sure. However… considering what has been going on, it’s no surprise to anyone. Well…

To Bustier’s class that is. Those poor, poor, souls do not know what is coming to them. It was just a matter of time and patience before someone loses said patience. There is only so much someone could stand idly by or do their best to help others, before washing their hands of them. Look at herself? Mendeleiev did so to Bustier due to the fact the younger woman refuses to listen to reason.

Mendeleiev shook her head as she headed to her room. She needed to create some paperwork in hopes that will push some people to see things her way.

-.-

Adrien gulped when he heard the news that Ondine broke up with Kim. That came out from nowhere! Completely out of nowhere. Why did she break up with them? They were so happy together it does not make any sense.

A lot of things have not been making sense for a while now. Many of those things were small at first, but Adrien could no longer shake off that creeping feeling there is more t-

“Adrien… a word?”

-.-

Marinette stared down at her phone, her shoulders shaking as she read the text messages her fri… her classmates are sending her. Varies of texts that has her wondering what the heck is going on to her class, are they finally seeing the rest of the school just does not tolerate Lila?

“Block them, Mari.” Luka murmured into her ear while he played with her loose hair. He and Marinette were in her latter’s room on the sofa, with the bluenette snuggled up to Luka. He reached for the phone and took it from Marinette, ignoring the pout that was sent his way. Placing the phone in his pocket for safe keeping, Luka wrapped his arms around Marinette and reached down to give her a peck on her neck.

“I suppose I could forget about them for now…” Marinette giggled at Luka’s actions, she smiled when she felt Luka grin against her neck. She raised an eyebrow at Luka, despite the fact he could not see it. “Are you hiding something from me, Luka?”

“You could say that… Aurore and Mireille asked me to distract you as they set up a surprise.” Luka mumbled into her neck, his grin ever present. “How am I in distracting you?”

Marinette’s jaw drop when she felt Luka started to press kisses up and down her neck, her mind went blank just long enough to return the favor. This was so much better than dealing with her classmates demanding answers to something they should have known since day one.

-.-

“Ugh, again with Lila crap?”

“I know, right? Why does Alya keep posting those so-called interviews she has for Rossi?”

“I don’t know, but have you seen ClaudetteOneEye’s reaction and debunking of it? Hah! Her best yet!”

“She already did a reaction to it! I need to watch it!”

“We still have time before class, watch it now!”

Alya really wanted to storm out of the stall and yell at the individuals that were clearing mocking Lila, who in turn mocking her. What is there to debunk? There is nothing to debunk! Lila has been most telling about her history with Ladybug. They are best friends for Pete’s sake! Alya took out her phone and started her search to show those gir-

“You know how Alya always goes on and on about how she’s a reporter and always checks her facts…”

Snort.

“Hah. Her checking facts? Has she ever checked on any of the crap Lila has been spewing? Any of it?”

“I know, right? Plus, has she ever asked Ladybug about it before posting any of their interviews?”

“Like the little good reporter that she is? Unlikely. No wonder Ladybug has been ignoring her.”

Has… has she ever asked Ladybug about Lila? Alya ran a hand through her hair as she tried to think of an answer to her question. Of course, there were times when she has recently tried to get an interview, but Ladybug just… started to avoid her.

-.-

“Saving Jagged Stone’s cat? If they looked it up, they would have checked that him and his fiancé are allergic to animal fur.”

“Doesn’t he have a pet crocodile?”

“Yeah. He does.”

“That’s just as pathetic as her knowing Prince Ali and being friends with him.”

“Uggghhhh. That doesn’t even make sense, she’s been here in Paris for months before she started coming to Dupont.”

“That’s what I thought! Among the other bull she’s spewed out, the ones that grinds my gears are all the ones she lied about Marinette…”

“Yeah. They all known her for years and this new girl comes along and what? All that goes out the window?”

“Marinette does so much for them, and this is the thanks she gets? That they’ll believe Lila’s lies that she supposedly pushed her down the stairs, steal her necklace and some other bullshit?”

“Still heated about it?”

“Of course, I’m heating about it! They still think she did those things! From what Marinette told Aurore and Mireille, they didn’t even let her talk or defend herself. They took Lila’s side and expelled her.”

“Tell me again, how Marinette got un-expelled?”

“From what Marinette told them… Lila said she had a lying disease.”

“That is bull. I am so over the moon over the fact she’ll be leaving that class. Come on, Aurore said she’s going to need help setting things up.”

Juleka, Mylene and Nathaniel pushed themselves against the wall as they watched several students run past them towards the courtyard. Their expressions betrayed how they felt over what they just overheard. Did they just hear right? Lila has been lying this whole time… and none of them… No, just their class never caught it.

Except for Marinette.

Mylene shakily took out her phone to look up all of Lila’s stories, the others followed in doing so.

-.-

Adrien sat on a stone bench as he watched Kagami paced in front of him. Every time he tried to say something, she would shoot in a glare. He looked down on his lap as he tried to think of what he should say when he’s finally able to speak. Somehow, Kagami found out about Lila’s lies. All of them. From whom, he does not know. Maybe Marientte told her, he’ll have to ask her about it. She shouldn’t have told Kagami about Lila. “Kagami, did Marientte tell you about Lila? I-”

“Agreste, everyone at school and whoever has met Rossi, knows she is a liar. Everything that has ever come out of her mouth is a lie. Everything.” Kagami said in a tight voice. She stopped pacing to stare down at Adrien. “Marientte told me nothing. I was the one that had to go around to figure out exactly what type of person she is.”

“Why didn’t you ask me about Lila before you asked others?” Adrien asked, head shooting up to stare at Kagami with confusion. “I would ha-”

“You would have attempted to pressure me to not do anything against Rossi once I found out exactly what kind of person she is. However, considering you never told her off about that picture she took of the two of you…” Kagami looked up and down at Adrien, her mouth twisted into a scowl. “You would have attempted to have me stay quiet about Rossi’s nature. Just like you are doing to, Marinette… correct?”

“I-I just don’t want to cause problems!” Adrien exclaimed, pushing himself off the bench. “I don’t want any problems in class, and with Marinette trying to out Lila it was impossible. I don’t want Lila to get akumatized anymore.”

Kagami stood her ground, crossing her arms over her chest. “And what of your classmates? Your friends? Marinette or myself? I was akumatized because of her, remember? Don’t we all matter too?”

“It’s more complicated than that, Kagami.”

“Complicated? Complicated! How is that complicated! Explain yourself!”

“…”

“…What did you tell Marinette about Lila’s lies? Adrien, what did you tell her?”

“Could we drop this?”

“Tell. Me.”

“I told her, as long as me and her know the truth, does it really matter?”

“Adrien, it does matter! Everything matters! You are allowing Rossi to walk all over Marinette and make her out to be the bad guy for trying to stand up for herself.” Kagami snarled out, causing Adrien to jump. “You are forcing her to stay quiet about someone’s lies. You do realize once your friends find out, they will be the ones that are going to get akumatized. Not Rossi. What then? Who are you going to protect then?”

“I’m doing my best, Kagami.” Adrien pleaded.

“Your best is not good enough. Rossi is escalating and you are doing nothing. What will happen if she says you two are dating? What then? Far as I supposed know, are dating but this is extremely one sided considering you keep putting Rossi’s feelings above everyone.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“…you are pathetic. Your best is not good enough and it will never be.” Kagami sniffed, she pulled out her phone to look at the time and grinned a bit. She put it away before starting back at an obviously hurt Adrien. “What? Like I would allow someone who I am supposedly seeing, to put some other girl’s feelings above my own.”

Adrien opened and closed his mouth, unable to say anything as he was unable to respond to Kagami’s words. How was he supposed to respond that, there was no answer to that for him. “Please understand th-”

Kagami shook her head before she pulled out phone before putting it away. She gave Adrien on last look before walking away. “You need to stop putting horrible people above those that have been nothing but supportive of you… It’s no wonder why Marinette has finally given up.”

-.-

Ladybug swung around Paris at night as she thought over today’s events. It’s safe to say, that today has been one of the best days of her life since becoming Ladybug to say the least. She felt free and no longer held up to an impossible standard. To think transferring to a different class has made her feel as such. It also may have helped she told everything to Luka what has been happening to her since Lila came to Paris. The memory of that conversation made her blush as at the end of it, they are now officially together. It made her happy, immensely so.

Their first date was at the welcoming party Aurore and Mireille threw for her transfer to their class. Best date and party ever. The cherry on top, was when her former classmates crashed the party(apparently that was planned) and Claudette of @ClaudetteOneEye did a live reaction to one of the newest interview of Lila. It was priceless to say the least. Her former classmates tried to approach her but that was shut down immediately. Many other things had happened at the party that made it so much better, but that’s a thought for another day.

Right now, there is someone sitting alone at the park.

Is that Adrien?

Ladybug let out a sigh before she swung down to the park.

Adrien blinked a couple of times when he heard steps walking towards him. He looked over to see Ladybug walking up to him. He smiled at the sight of her. “Hello, Ladybug? Having a good night?”

Ladybug raised an eyebrow at Adrien, she sensed something is up with Adrien but did not make any notion for him to open up. “A little late to be out, Adrien?”

Adrien shrugged before he looked down at the ground, his brows furled deep in thought. “Can I ask you something, Ladybug? I need your advice in something?”

Ladybug stared at him for a moment before motioning for him to speak. Might as well hear what Adrien wants to say and need advice in. This is new considering how his advice has never been exactly the greatest.

Adrien began to tell her about the advice he had given to Marinette, when it came to Lila.

Adrien Agreste is asking her opinion on the advice he had given Marinette, who by extension, is actually herself. The same advice that had weighed heavy in her mind so much so, that it nearly akumatized her. Ladybug had stopped listening to Adrien as she felt anger started to bubble within her. This is too much, far too much. It was one thing to ask her about his original advice. Oh no, now he’s going on about Marinette’s actions that contradicted mentioned advice.

For what? To make sure that Lila does not get akumatized. Again.

“And Marinette? What of Marinette? Were you not even worried if she got Akumatized because of Lila?” Ladybug cut Adrien off. “Have you even thought of the highly possible chance she could be the one getting Akumatized over your advice? Paris got very lucky tonight there were no akumas out tonight otherwise the city would have Akuma’s at every corner of it.”

Adrien looked shocked over Ladybug’s words. His silence, his answer, has Ladybug starting to pace around.

“No, you did not care. What you cared is to make sure Marinette kept quiet and did not stand up for herself. Not only to Lila, but also by extension to Chloe.” Ladybug grounded out, sending Adrien a glare as she continued to pace. “You expected Marientte that as long as the two of you knew the truth, that nothing else pretty matters? That as long as Lila continued lying to everyone and allowing her to walk over Marinette, who is supposed to be your friend, that it did not matter?”

“It’s not like that, Ladybug.” Adrien stood up and approached Ladybug. Ladybug raised a hand at Adrien’s direction to stop him from getting close to her.

“Then how is it, Adrien?” Ladybug questioned. “You are prioritizing Lila over everyone, even if it puts them all at risk at getting akumatized themselves. Is that what you wanted to hear? That your advice is horrible. Let me tell you something, Marinette, your supposed friend to nearly get akumatized. Twice. It’s all because of Lila and the second time, Hawkmoth got to her and for some reason the akumatization did not take place. Lila caused that. All because she wanted to keep your promise when it came to her. Truth is that Lila Rossi is a liar that should have been exposed a long time ago and I am happy that it happened tonight. I am happy!”

“What about Lila? It was horrible what happened to her, she got humiliated in front of nearly the entire school.” Adrien tried to ask but was cut off when he saw Ladybug pulling out her yo-yo.

“To be frank Adrien… when it comes to bad people… you need to knock them down several pegs to get them to understand how wrong they are.”

#ML #ML Salt #Lila salt #Adrien Salt #Class Salt #Lukanette #marinette dupain cheng #lila rossi #adrien agreste #salt #miraculous ladybug

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the JGY amnesia Fic

[AN: Someday I will come up with decent titles for my fics... but not now XD I hope you like this fic, the premise is that the issue with XY and NMJ happens before JZX’s death, and so the argument and the stairs moves up in the timeline! And JGY hits his head and gets TV-show amnesia, and remembers no one, not even himself, but is otherwise his sharp, suspicious self...]

He wakes up sure that he is dying, nothing else could hurt so sharp, agonizing pain radiating out from the back of his head, stabbing sharply every time he is swung, and he forces his eyes open. The light burns, but he can make out an earth green and brown collar, and a strong jawline. He is being carried by this man.

He doesn’t know who this is, but he feels… safe. Even though every step this man takes makes his eyes water.

He blacks out.

His name is Jin Guangyao. It rolls smoothly off his tongue, but sits wrongly in his mind. “Temporary amnesia,” the doctor had informed him, when Jin Guangyao could not tell him the answers to any pf his questions; not his name, or the date, or where they were.

A fancy young master in white-and-gold robes, who introduces himself as Jin Zixuan, is the one who sits by his side and tells Jin Guangyao the basics of his life. There is such an obvious lack of detail that it leaves him intrigued. And Jin Zixuan looks ashamed when Jin Guangyao asked if he was Jin Zixuan’s uncle. “No, I’m your older brother,” he says. “We… we share a birthday, but you’re a day younger.”

Jin Guangyao watches him for a moment, and wonders at the source of his brother’s shame. “I’m a bastard, aren’t I?” he asks.

“My father legitimized you!” Jin Zixuan protests. “You’re my brother.”

Jin Guangyao smiles at him. This man is clearly naïve, but has no ill-intent. The man who had named Jin Guangyao Jin Guangyao, however? He is yet to ascertain that.

Jin Guangyao’s memory doesn’t return within the first week. With his head injury healed, though, he’s allowed to leave the infirmary which allows him to collect a lot more useful data.

There is a lot of work piled up in his room. Disorganized, as if someone had gone through it to take the important paperwork to work on while he is <infirm>. That he was assigned so much work that was non-essential makes him wonder if he was actually pretty low on the social ladder, here. He goes through all of them anyway, most of it is useful information, painting a picture of Jin sect’s activities, and the sorts of projects that they allow to drag on for weeks. Jin Guangyao has left meticulous notes in a separate notebook about how to put everything into a more sensible order. That such reworking was required

His accessories, or lack-there-of, are even more enlightening. There’s also a scholarly-sort of hat, and only a few cheap hair ribbons. Nothing at all like the intricate jade hairpins or crowns with intricate metalwork and precious stones that Jin Zixuan and Jin Zixun wore daily.

Jin Guangyao’s place here is… obvious.

He wonders who the man who had picked him up after his injury, was. No one tells him, not even Jin Zixuan, he just pats Jin Guangyao’s hand and says, “Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” The implications of that are obvious, of course, that the stranger was the one who had hurt him. And yet it’s a subject no one speaks of, of how Jin Guangyao had fallen down the thousand steps of Koi Tower, and he hadn’t asked after the first two times. He stays wary, watching everyone. Someone had tried to kill him, and he doesn’t even remember which of his acquaintances might want him dead.

Lan Xichen arrives two days after his release from the infirmary, Lan-Zongzhu, according to everyone else. He’s beautiful, the most beautiful person that Jin Guangyao has ever seen. Since he remembers all of a week, this doesn’t sound like a compliment, but Jin Guangyao could probably search for decades and not find anyone more beautiful. It would not be fair.

They have tea together, after Lan Xichen – “Call me er-ge, you are my sworn brother, A-Yao,” – has checked him over worriedly, and checked his meridians, and pressed his fingertips gently to the back of Jin Guangyao’s head, to where his head injury had been, and ascertained that he truly is well.

“They did not tell me you were injured,” he says. “Da-ge had to, and this is the week of new students for the summer lectures, I could not leave. Jin Zixuan promised me you were well, though,” he says. Sincerity shines through him, and Jin Guangyao wonders what on earth he, an unwelcome child in his own family, could have done to make this man care for him.

So he asks.

Lan Xichen describes a heroic young man, who gave him shelter when he needed it most, who had smiled and laughed at him, and helped him with chores he could not do, and gave him the strength to fight a war. Lan Xichen tells him that this kind young man had gone into a war that did not affect him, only to help, that he had turned spy against a raging mad man, and finally taken off his head.

“So that is why my father took me in,” says Jin Guangyao. There’s a flicker of pain on Lan Xichen’s face as Jin Guangyao tells him what he’s surmised about how he’s treated here. “Did you know?” asks Jin Guangyao.

“I suspected,” Lan Xichen says softly. “But you were too proud to tell me. You insisted you were happy here. I visited when I could, but I never… I’m so sorry.”

Jin Guangyao reaches out to pat Lan Xichen’s hand, it feels so familiar, even if Jin Guangyao can’t remember doing it before. He must have, Lan Xichen’s sad face cannot be borne. “I’m sure I didn’t want to bother you, er-ge. You’re overworking yourself even now.” The signs are there, even behind his flawless composure. “You look so tired.”

“I had to come,” says Lan Xichen. “I was so scared that you…” He trails off, then turns his hand, holding onto him tightly. “If you don’t remember your place at Koi tower, do you want to return with me until your memory recovers? We’re still reconstructing, but Cloud Rececsses is still an excellent place to ”

“This Jin Guangyao is honoured, but what if it doesn’t?” asks Jin Guangyao practically. “I can’t just leave my home like that.” More quietly, he adds, “There must have been some reason I didn’t leave before.”

“You never said, exactly, but I believe it was because of your mother,” says Lan Xichen. “She wished that you would gain your father’s recognition, and a place at Koi Tower.”

“Do you know anything about her?” Jin Guangyao is not an idiot, he knows from the snide remarks, the way that people try not to touch him that he is of low birth, that his mother’s occupation was. That. He wonders if Lan Xichen will lie to him.

“She was an educated woman,” he says. “A renowned beauty. You’ve told me that you take after her, in many ways. She was skilled in the arts. She never taught you art but she was your master in calligraphy and music. She loved you very much and wanted you to have a good education because she knew… she knew that A-Yao is so incredibly smart and destined for greater things.” He squeezes Jin Guangyao’s hand. “Her life was not easy. She suffered, but she loved you. She would be proud of you, to know how much you achieved.”

It should matter, it does matter, Jin Guangyao’s heart squeezes, but it is from sympathy for what Lan Xichen is feeling. The dark honey-gold eyes are bright with tears. Clearly Jin Guangyao had loved her very much, before. But Jin Guangyao cannot find in him any love for a woman that Jin Guangyao cannot imagine. A woman with his face, a prostitute, but educated, talented. And ambitious to have Jin Guangshan’s son.

“My father did not take her in, I gather?”

“He did not. She died of illness shortly before I met you.”

“Thank you for telling me,” says Jin Guangyao.

Lan Xichen stays an entire afternoon, and readies himself to leave at dusk. Jin Guangyao accompanies him to the sky-pavilion on Koi Tower that the Jin disciples use to take off from.

There’s a last nagging question that Jin Guangyao hadn’t managed to slide into the conversation, as it meandered into cultivation theory and Jin Guangyao and Lan Xichen had tried to piece out some kind of pattern in what kinds of cultivation knowledge he had retained, and what he had forgotten. It had been an interesting exercise.

“Er-ge, before you go,” says Jin Guangyao. He looks around cautiously, but no one is near enough to overhear. “You’re older than Jin Zixuan, aren’t you?” he asks, and Lan Xichen nods. “So our da-ge… you never said. Is he… did he die during the war?”

“No!” cries Lan Xichen. “A-Yao no, he’s not. He’s fine, he just could not find time to visit.”

Lie.

It’s the first time Lan Xichen has lied to him today, but Jin Guangyao is certain of it.

“No one talks about him, and I couldn’t find any letters from him. I did find a few of yours. No one even says his name. Who is he?”

“Nie Mingjue,” says Lan Xichen, sounding defeated. “Of course you would think to ask, but his name is Nie Mingjue.”

Everything falls into place. Jin Guangyao has seen some Nie disciple couriers on their way to private meetings with his father and the Jin council of elders. Hard faced and angry looking, they kept to themselves and departed the moment they could, without staying for a meal or entertainment.

“You think he pushed me down the stairs,” says Jin Guangyao.

“No,” says Lan Xichen. “We know he did. He kicked you down the stairs. He–”

“And you believe that?” asks Jin Guangyao.

“Of course I do,” says Lan Xichen. “Da-ge was the one who told me. I knew that things were difficult between the two of you, recently, but I had not imagined… It does not matter, we are looking through the records now, so that you can be free of your vows to him, and even if we can’t find something, he won’t visit Koi Tower again, Jin-zongzhu has forbidden it.”

“Oh,” says Jin Guangyao, mind whirring. “Okay then.”

“Is A-Yao afraid we’re covering something up?” asks Lan Xichen. Jin Guangyao is not sure what gave it away, he thought he’d kept his face smooth.

“Naturally I trust er-ge,” he says, smiling up at him. “I just remember him, vaguely. He picked me up. He saved me.”

It’s Jin Guangyao’s first memory, pained and fragmented though it is.

“He did take you up to the infirmary right after,” Lan Xichen agrees. He looks faintly puzzled, like he’s not sure why that matters to Jin Guangyao.

“I understand,” says Jin Guangyao. “Nie-zongzhu would of course regret his action after his moment of anger.”

“He does,” Lan Xichen assures him. “You should write to him, if you are willing to accept his apologies, but Da-ge is terribly sorry.”

“Thank you er-ge, I will,” Jin Guangyao promises. The relief on Lan Xichen’s face is too pure for this world.

He waves goodbye after Lan Xichen takes off, and steps back into the maze of Koi Tower, mulling over all the new knowledge that Lan Xichen had brought with him. He was right, he should write to Nie Mingjue.

But after some more research.

What could they have possibly quarrelled about so badly?

Jin Guangyao makes his way back to his rooms, keeping his face expressionless at the gilded opulence and overt unfriendliness of his home. He doesn’t understand his past self at all.

Why does he still live here, where he’s so clearly unwanted?

Why did he even care for the acknowledgement of Jin Guangshan, who from even just Jin Guangyao’s few interactions this week and the gossip he’s picked up, is a selfish, disgusting pervert who wouldn’t spit on Jin Guangyao if he was on fire.

Just because his mother wanted him to?

She was a good woman, he hears again, in Lan Xichen’s sincere voice. But Jin Guangyao doesn’t get it. She had to have been a fool, to believe in Jin Guangshan, or terribly cold and cruel to send him to Jin Guangshan knowing exactly what kind of derision would await him here. He is a war hero, and yet he’s treated like a servant.

Jin Guangyao is in the mood to be charitable, so he picks the former.

He still doesn’t know why he stayed.

[You can now read part 2 here!]

#meng yao #jin guangyao #nie mingjue #lan xichen #3zun #fix-it #JGY revaluating his own life objectively #amnesia #the fictional kind

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Hospital Bed Confessions: Chapter 7

*Continuation*

*Flash-forward*

Spencer was truly in awe. It had been 8 months since you joined the BAU.

Hotch seemed much happier with no more mountains of paperwork on his desk. All the files were neatly filed in Y/N’s office and his workload was greatly alleviated. He also had someone to confide to and understand a little bit of the pressure he had been experiencing.

Emily loved having a fellow Chesapeake Bay alumnus. With JJ being on mom-duty, Emily had a friend to go out with after she returned to the team, and they seemed to have plethora of things to talk about and relate to. He often heard them discussing their love of Kilgore Trout or favorite traveling destination.

Penelope was ecstatic to have another affectionate and loving member on the team. Y/N spent a lot of time with Garcia on deciding cases and it was evident how much they cherished each other. Y/N often brought in colorful collectibles and helped Penelope arrange them in her office.

Rossi respected Y/N’s focused yet good-natured character. They shared stories of their time in the military, which they rarely disclosed with the other members. He thought of Y/N as a daughter and took pleasure in sharing his knowledge of cars and whiskey.

JJ treated Y/N like a sister. It was obvious how similar they were. Both attentive and considerate with remarkable people skills. Y/N also became JJ’s go-to babysitter as JJ full heartedly trusted her with kids, which was a huge compliment coming from JJ.

Derek enjoyed Y/N’s company, who had a surprising knowledge of football, and would often make fun bets on what team would win the next game. He would also come to you for solid advice when he needed someone to level with him.

Not to mention, everyone was thrilled to go home at least an hour earlier normal, thanks to your fast but thorough write-ups you continued to do every day on behalf of the team.

For Spencer, you were a whole new world. He not only appreciated you as a hardworking member but as a new best friend.

You never interrupted him and seemed genuinely invested in whatever he said. Whether it was a new book he was reading or a new foreign film that came out. You truly made him feel heard and cared for. After he told you about Maeve, it felt like something was taken off his shoulder. Like you knew his pain and rather than only feeling sorry for him, they shared it together.

He also truly admired your ability to talk to people. Whether it was a serial killer who was holding a gun to someone’s head or a sobbing parent who had just lost a child or even an abrasive detective they had to work with, you just knew exactly what to say.

Spencer couldn’t place a flaw in you. The way you smiled, talked, listened, walked, ate, slept, heck everything, seemed so perfect to him.

When Blake came to his apartment to say her farewell, he was devastated. Another person was walking out of his life. But for the first time, he didn’t wallow up in his apartment by himself, blaming his eidetic memory for repeating all their conversations in his head or contemplating then shutting down his mental debate on taking dilaudid.

He didn’t hesitate to dial your number, and you appeared in front of his door in a matter of minutes. You had the ability to listen to his problems and somehow make them go away, or at least make him feel better.

While he always appreciated it, it bothered Spencer after a while how you never came to him when you wanted to feel better. You managed to carry all that weight without yourself ever breaking.

But he realized that it wasn’t anything personal. You just never showed much emotions to anyone, except for happy ones.

Spencer remembered when Derek asked you one day,

“How come you never come to us when you’re feeling down? There’s no way you’re always a ray of sunshine. Even baby girl has her emotional breakdowns.”

You had quickly brushed it off and said, “I’d rather make people smile than worry or cry.”

And it was the end of that.

Spencer often thought about this. Derek made a very good point. You were human after all.

But he knew that there was something much darker in you.

While you didn’t voice your emotions, your eyes told a different story.

When you were interrogating unsubs, your eyes became cold but your words remained calm and almost soothing, as if you were luring them out their lies to know their true intentions. When you were talking to victims or victims’ families, your eyes showed sympathy and it comforted whoever you were consoling when explaining that the unit was doing our best. And when you were talking to the ones you loved and cared about, you allowed your eyes to relax but there was a twinkle that he couldn’t keep his own eyes off of.

He hoped that you would open up to him, like he had to you.

But, it wasn’t too long until his wish was answered and he witnessed something that changed everything.

Y/N’s POV

You were exhausted.

It wasn’t the workload or rigor your job came with.

It was the emotional tole. You learned how to compartmentalize your feelings well from losing the ones you loved from experience.

But this job was different from talking to soldiers or serial killers. You were talking to normal people. You had unconsciously put your guard down and the emotions hit you little by little.

Every day, you walked in to deciding which cases to solve and you walked out hoping it was the right one to choose. The extra work you were doing actually helped keep your mind out of all the feelings and reality and helped focus your energy on something tangible.

You weren’t sure what came over you that day, but you had been on edge the whole jet ride back from a case. When everyone arrived back to the office, it wasn’t just you who was drained.

“Everyone go home early and get some ready. You deserve it. But report back tomorrow at 9 to finish your statements,” stated Hotch.

“I think I’ll stay back. Finish some of the paperwork,” you stated with a weak smile.

Hotch looked at you reluctantly.

“Are you sure? Everyone’s worn out. It’s okay to go,” Hotch said.

“It must be all the coffee,” you joked lamely, hoping Hotch took the excuse.

Hotch didn’t seem to notice as it was quite normal for you to stay late.

“Alright. Well, everyone thank Y/N on the way out and report back tomorrow at 10,” Hotch said as patted you on the back as he exited.

“Thanks for the extra hour of sleep,” Rossi stated as he walked towards the elevator.

“You’re an actual lifesaver,” Morgan commented.

As everyone said their respective greetings and left, you quickly ran up to JJ.

“Hey, JJ. Can I ask you a favor?” you asked.

“Of course! I owe you anyways,” JJ said.

“Do you mind if you give Spencer a ride home? Usually I take him, but I don’t want him to wait for me and he seems pretty tired,” you stated.

While you truly loved the arrangement you had with Spencer, you needed some space right now.

“Sounds like a plan. Just tell him I’ll be waiting in the car,” JJ said as she grabbed her belonging.

You thanked her and gave her a quick hug.

You turned and found Spencer already reading a book by his desk. Even though you thought Spencer always looked handsome, you had to admit that he did look tired.

“Hey, Spence. I think I’m going to stay a little late today.”

“Yeah, I heard you telling Hotch. I don’t mind waiting,” he said.

It must have been the pent up emotions you had been suppressing as you could feel your eyes slightly tearing up. You quickly forced them away, praying Spencer didn’t catch on. No matter how many times Spencer displayed his kindness and patience, you always appreciated his small acts of compassion.

“No, no. You must be exhausted. I asked JJ to take you home, and she’s waiting in her car for you. Seriously, get some rest,” you reassured Spencer.

After a bit of reluctancy, Spencer replied,

“Okay, I probably shouldn’t keep JJ waiting for too long. Thanks, Y/N. Don’t stay too late.”

You simply nodded and you watched Spencer walk away while looking back.

You waved, indicating that it was okay to leave.

After he finally left, it was just you, all alone. You turned off the lights in the pit, making it pitch dark, and walked into your office.

Closing your door and only turning on the light on your desk, you went to the corner of the room and sank down as you burst into tears.

It wasn’t the first time you had a breakdown. But it was always behind closed door. In the bathtub in your house. In the comfort of your bed. At the safety of your house. But today, you couldn’t hold it until you went home.

As you wept, you hoped the tears you released would somehow erase the remorse you felt. You sobbed without anything holding you back until you felt a looming presence over your crouched figure.

“Oh my gosh, Spencer. You startled me, I didn’t notice you were here,” you quickly said as you tried to wipe away the evidence of your momentary vulnerability. You didn’t need a mirror to know that it was an unsuccessful attempt.

“Sorry, I saw the light in your office and thought you’d be in here.”

“Did you forget something?” you asked, puzzled by his unexpected return.

“No, I just didn’t want you to be all alone so I told JJ that she could just go home,” Spencer said softly.

He continued, “I also saw you were a bit uneasy earlier.”

So Spencer hadnoticed.

“In fact, it seemed like you were stressed the whole day. Are you okay?” he asked.

You weren’t sure if it was the display of Spencer’s empathy again or the fact that he recognized something was bothering you when you were able to hide it from a group of profilers, but you felt the tears reappearing again and you didn’t want to hold back.

You broke into sobs for the second time that day and slowly slid back into the position you were originally in.

Spencer didn’t hesitate to join you as he sat and put a tight protective arm around you while he just let you cry.

“Am I making the right decisions? Who am I to choose who dies or lives? What if….” you trailed as you muffled all your worries into his chest.

For the first in a long time, you felt safe in the arms of someone else. You didn’t have to, or heck, want to hide yourself anymore. When Spencer held your hand, you knew.

You looked up to see the most understanding eyes, and you knew right then and there that you had found your person.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid angst #spencer reid #criminal minds

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How I feel about Mal Bertha and her character PART 1

This is not a Mal bertha Biography and it is biased in the sense that I don’t like her at all. Read with caution.

Descendants 2 was actually the first movie of the trilogy that I had watched. My little sister was watching it and I happened to be passing by and sat to watch it with her when it caught my eye. 2017 me had a completely different opinion of Mal bertha than today not because I was younger but simply because D3 hadn’t come out yet and I hadn’t watched the first movie or even knew there was books. I can’t stand Mal bertha, not even the D1 version of her and that’s the one even Mal antis love. I didn’t like her in the first movie but it was more of a “I wouldn’t be friends with her.” I didn’t think that she was unforgiveable and that it was impossible to give her a second chance. She made her own bad choices but she expressed genuine regret for them and was only 16. Despite me, loathing Mal’s existence I related to her in sense that it’s scary wanting to change but you don’t know whether or not your actions have caused too much damage.

In D2 watching it as a stand alone I saw a girl wanting something other than the ‘happily ever after’ and deciding she would go for what would make her happy when she went back to isle. I was desperately hoping that after the ‘It’s going down’ scene that she would go back to the isle and not choose to stay somewhere she wanted to leave. But we know how that went and the ending left me bitter and sad not for her, but for Uma. She began to leave a bitter taste in my mouth when she broke up with Ben and came back and just expected him to get back together with her. I’m going to go around every version of her character.

PRE D1

She was a dick. That’s the simplest way I can put it. I don’t like even acknowledging pre d1 Mal because it leaves me with this very negative view of her character that I don’t think was necessary. I feel like this is a big fuck up, wanting to have Mal be her ‘evilest’ before coming to Auradon. I understand the reason why they wanted to show her growth and change throughout the series. But after looking at some real life scenarios with a similar Mal situation it made me look at it differently. Imagine this: someone who severely bullied you and harassed you and everyone around getting to go to a new place and get the best treatment there, then she’s congratulated with becoming queen of that land and not only that she then decides she’s going to be queen of the place she was bullying and harassing people at without ever properly apologizing. This happens in real life and these people get exposed which is why I don’t like it. It would be different if Mal actual grew throughout the series but it was real just her gaining more power and the scenery changing from Pre D1-D3. She also continued to make the same type of ‘mistakes’ with no actual direct consequences all she had to do was cry and they forgave her. She would be okay if it Descendants was a stand alone movie. But knowing the type of life she would get to live after all of this behavior puts me off from reading it. It would also be different if Mal lived a simple life in Auradon (Aka not trying to take control by dating the king and then stepping all over said king) She got more than what she deserved to have. In my opinion she did deserve the chance at all better life just like all the other kids who didn’t commit any crimes to be locked up. But in the eyes of people she victimized she wouldn’t deserve to be Queen become royalty, live in castles and get gifted with limos and bikes.

D1 is the version of Mal everyone generally likes however, like I stated before I didn’t like her even then. At the start we see someone who is clearly trying to please her mother so if her mother wants bad behavior she gives her that. Throughout the main plot she did things of her own accord that she can’t use her mom as an excuse for. There’s a couple different things but a lot of them had to do with Ben and I’m making a whole post on how Ben was treated like shit throughout the franchise so that will be addressed then and not in this post. However for a reference she drugged him with a spelled cookie into falling in love with her for the wand. He wasn’t even willing to eat the cookie at first but she guilt tripped him into eating it. We could brush this off as her doing whatever she needed to do to get to the crown but to me she took advantage of the situation by actually going on dates with him. He was already spelled and willing to listen to whatever she wanted so besides for her own personal interest why would she go on the dates? (Granted a 16 year old wanting to get cute and have a nice date with a nice boy is not a fault or wrong in any way the fault here is all of this was happening when Ben was not in his right state of mind until the spell washed off.) Her taking advantage of Jane’s insecurities was not cool either and I’m interested in what ways she would’ve tried to use Jane if it was easier to get to the wand through her. Since her main crime in my opinion was Ben and since he’ll have his own essay post I’ll focus on Audrey here.

Her disrespect to Audrey

It was unnecessary, she had no reason to have had Audrey’s name in her mouth as much as she did D1. It would make more sense for Mal to like Audrey’s sassy boldness to me not shit talk her every chance she got. At the start they had a small passive aggressive conversation that could’ve just been left at that because technically they burred the hatchet between the two families. It was a “hey I don’t fuck with you, you don’t fuck with me” type of a situation that could’ve grown civil. However, throughout the movie in comparison to Audrey who really just had a problem with Mal’s mother until she spelled ben then it became direct problems with each other. Mal was continuously talking shit about Audrey as if Audrey was the one who fucked with her family. This time her upbringing can be referenced, on the Isle she most likely was allowed to openly hate things and Audrey was most likely raised to at least pretend to be polite. But from the Audrey we’ve seen she clearly doesn’t care about holding her tongue she’s straightforward with how she feels and she didn’t have a problem with Mal she had a problem with her mother. The only time she talked about Mal directly was about the hair spells which she ended up being right about (Mal’s addictive reliance on magic in D2 and Jane at the end of D1). After completely ignoring Audrey’s feelings and literally stole her boyfriend (not even on the the you can’t steal a loyal man type of shit she literally stole him he wasn’t even allowed to consent to it.) She later in Audrey’s Diary multiple times tries to reason this with she never meant to directly hurt Audrey and that she didn’t really want Ben she just wanted the wand etc etc. The evidence doesn’t back this up Mal, you’ve made your disdain for Audrey clear and talked shit about her to Evie right after you spelled Ben the did I mention bs claiming “Chad will see her horrible personally” as if you knew her personally and that Chad didn’t grow up with her. Mal can say she didn’t mean to hurt Audrey but she clearly didn’t mind that she did.

I’m going to make a whole separate on Audrey and how I do think she gets a lot of slack because people can relate to her, but also how her treatment in comparison to Mal’s is unfair.

I did think she deserved a chance to show remorse for her behavior (spoiler: she didnt) Again, I like to look at things from the pov of other characters for things like this. If I was an Auradon kid who was friends with Mal and ended up finding out she was using me and plotting to take over and destroy the place I lived with/for her mother but changed her mind last minute. I would see her as forgivable I just wouldn’t want her around me. In other words I would expect her to start her own new life, not continue trying to live the one where she was plotting without even actually apologizing to people. AU: After descendants instead of continuing to date Ben she breaks it off and goes to an Art school frequently coming back to visit Auradon and after high school she goes on a quest (with the C4 of course) exploring all kinds of different kingdoms and countries because she was locked up on the isle her whole life. In the future she possibly returns to Auardon and even could get back together with Ben with a proper start.

The first Descendants Movie I ever saw so it holds a special place with me and I actually rooted for Mal the first time I watched it. I sat in to watch at the argument scene and knowing all of the plots now and after rewatching it my opinion has change greatly. We see a blonde and very stressed Mal who’s dealing with the pressures of becoming a royal in order to secure her place with Ben. I do feel bad for Mal when she was talking to Evie, she was trying to reach out to her friend about her situation and was basically told to stop talking about it. I understand Evie’s feelings of wanting to leave the past behind but I can also understand Mal feeling like she’s cornered and can’t even talk to her best friend. I can also understand her feelings of ending up overwhelmed with her decisions from going to somebody who did whatever whenever to becoming a royal with duties I get the pressure. If Mal decided that wasn’t the life she wanted to live and went back to the isle where she felt more comfortable I don’t see anything wrong with that. She wasn’t required to stay in Auradon if she felt like she was unhappy there. That says a little something about Auradon to me if somebody would rather live where they ate rotten food than live there. My sympathy for Mal stops there because everything else was a result of her own actions and things she brought onto herself.

1. The royal situation

Let’s get one thing clear nobody was forcing Mal to hand sign up for the prime and proper royal life. She did that herself.

Nobody told her that she had to dye her hair blonde and have a complete wardrobe change, she did.

Nobody said she even had to continue the terrible relationship she had with Ben and go straight into being a royal in order to basically become Ben’s wifey, she did.

She’s saying all of these people are expecting things of her when 6 months ago she was stealing candy from babies when she was the one who let people have these expectations. She decided to take up the role herself because that was what she wanted. Let’s be honest with how it happened Mal would not live in Auradon if she had to be a regular citizen she wanted to be in control of everybody and to have power because that how she always lived. However once she realized that nobody was just about to hand her this power just for being with Ben unlike with her Mom (getting to rule the isle just because she was her daughter and not because she actually worked her way up there) and that she actually had duties and work to fulfill if she wanted to be the boss. She let her pride get in the way by feeling she had to prove she could last with Ben and become an Auradon girl and ended up miserable and blaming Ben for something she decided to do herself.

She then had the responsibility to fulfill all of those duties and she was struggling unlike anybody else who would’ve had to abide by the “don’t use magic” quote on quote rule she decided to use Magic after claiming she’d give it up and was still a hot ass mess. She can’t even use the excuse that was to help her with her lady in training because she was using it to not be late to class and later to try and manipulate Ben. @ishiphumasohard made a good response on why it was unfair for Mal to use magic as her ‘right’ because at what point would it be unfair to other kids? While all the other kids have to show up on time to school Mal gets to use magic to turn back time instead of just being on time. If other kids studied all night for a test Mal can use a speed reading spell. If there was a cooking contest Mal can spell her way into a feast while the others would have to the actual labor. You get the point, because magic is not universally used by everyone in Auradon and it’s an unspoken rule that it’s not to be used then she should have followed this rule.

I will say the girl was stressed and was feeling alone, I already gave my sympathies for that.

The magic situation really hit the fan when she felt comfortable enough to spell the boyfriend who had already put enough trust in her to continue their relationship that started with her drugging him for her own benefit. Compared to her Ben did seem to be taking it easy but maybe like her, he didn’t want to show it. It seems Ben and Mal had a sort of pack to work hard together to become ‘the king and queen’ of Auradon they were supposed to be in it together. In my opinion it would make more sense for Ben to be hiding things from Mal than the other way around due to the nature of their shitty relationship. But that’s just not how it went down and after Mal tries to spell Ben into not finding her spellbook he gets RIGHTFULLY ANGRY. That entire scene was her fault, she could’ve explained herself and why she was using magic and that she was having a hard time but she once again decides to take advantage of Ben’s trust. Then proceeds to make sure she ends the fight with her being the victim. So much so that the entire fact that she spelled Ben was never brought up again.

Going back to the isle

She then decides to go back to the isle, if this was really her decision I wouldn’t mind it. There’s nothing wrong with her liking the isle better than Auradon if that’s where she felt at home. The problem was she was clearly emotional and let’s be honest, if she had called all of her friends together and actually broke up with Ben and told them this was her decision to go back to the isle before leaving they MIGHT (hard might) not have ran after her like they did. Not only that the duties that we were speaking of earlier, she didn’t formally pull out of anything which is why it irked me when she was so irritated that they came back for her.

Some people actually didn’t like her attitude as soon as she got back on the isle because she expected to run it. That wasn’t surprising to me honestly, because for her whole life that’s how it was, only person she was scared of was her mother. She quickly realized however now that her mom isn’t around and in lizard form nobody was scared of her. Most unrealistic part of D2 was how Mal didn’t get jumped as soon as people realized she got back. Like I said Isle Mal was a straight dickhead and had too many enemies to be walking around like she was.

Another point was when she got her hair dyed by dizzy, the shop wasn’t open, she saw this, ignored it and went in anyway. Not even because her and Dizzy were tight like that she just expected her to do what she wanted (get the pattern with Mal here?)

Skipping her scene with harry because it did nothing to the plot.

The rest of the C4 and Ben come to get Mal back as expected and she acts all surprised and angry. Ben apologizes to her and instead of apologizing for what she did and then explaining that she doesn’t want to go back to Auradon and be a lady of the court. She continues the narrative that Ben wanted her to change and that she’s not good for Auradon so she’s going to stay on the isle. What’s the difference between the two? The first one is her taking responsibility of her actions and deciding for herself that that’s not the life she wants. While the other is acknowledging none of the blame and deciding to run away not because that’s not what she really wants but because everyone will turn on her so she has to run first. It painted a narrative that nothing of this was her own doing while at the same time making it seem like she is doing the right thing by backing away which in hindsight probably was the better decision. Mal’s feelings weren’t the problem I understand them, she thinks she won’t be accepted as herself so she wants to leave before they can kick her out but that’s not what caused her to leave and she knows it. You got caught doing something shitty and instead of apologizing you ran away.

After Ben gets kidnapped she lectures the C4, again she does have some blame in this. With the way the fight ended it made it look like Ben was in the wrong so he was going to try and apologize regardless if they brought him or not. The rest of them came to keep him safe and as her gang members come back for her. Was this not something she considered after she calmed herself down? Ben honestly had no reason to be directly on the isle unprotected besides to sneak and apologize to you so are you really going to just blame the C4 for bringing him there and getting him captured?

Then when Uma, who has him captured plans a meeting she antagonizes her like that’s what is best for Ben at the time. Even in the mist of Ben being in danger she thought it was a good idea to try and piss off the person holding him captive. If you don’t remember what she did she called her shrimpy, insulted the smell of the restaurant and said she never thought of Uma while implying that Uma always had her on her mind for no reason. None of that was necessary to ask what Uma’s conditions were to give Ben back she just couldn’t help herself.

She didn’t care about Dizzy

Who had just performed a task for her and right after she paid her got robbed and had the place trashed just for Mal to say she’ll be alright. This should’ve been foreshadowing at the very least that she wasn’t ready to be making decisions for other people’s lives because besides her own and her friends she didn’t care for many especially those on the isle.

It’s going down

Even though it was in the song and not directly her words again antagonizing the person who has Ben held captive and threatening his life, insulting them is stupid. This entire scene is messy and they shouldn’t even had been able to win a fight against pirates outnumbered. When has Mal ever picked up a sword???

Car ride Back

She gets mad when Ben has sympathy/ shows understanding for Uma. She somehow realizes that it’s wrong Uma kidnapped him but was comfortable spelling him without a second thought. In my opinion she thought she had some type of ownership over Ben she could do what she wanted to him and if somebody else did it was wrong. (Even though this can be applied to what she did in D1, I’m only talking about D2 because most people agree she showed regret for her actions in D1) When he calls her out on her hypocrisy she goes mute and does that thing, of letting her mouth hang opened whenever she gets called out on her shit.

END OF PART 1

I was going to make this one long post but I’ve been putting this off long enough so here is part 1, no idea when part 2 will be up. I do hope to have the Ben posts up before that.

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