#he just uses his strength to yank people down to their demises

[sidsthekid]

safe to say it was a great day for hockey!!!

#KACHOW #i also love how sid doesnt even need to punch #he just uses his strength to yank people down to their demises #sidney crosby #just a kid #pittsburgh penguins #pens lb

[luimagines]

Hey, I was wondering if there could be a short drabble of the reader accidently hurting them? Have a good day!

Masterlist

Absolutely!

Part 1 will include Wild, Time, Twilight, Four and Wind

Content under the cut!

Wild

You held the arrow steadily in your grip, aiming as high as you thought you needed to go and released it.

You waited a moment for the projectile to make contact but the result sound was something you weren’t anticipating.

In fact, it was probably the worst thing you could have heard in that moment.

Wild cried out in shock and you heard a subtle thump, signaling his collision with the earth beneath your feet.

You put your bow away and sprinted to where you heard his cries come from.

When you found him, Wild was on the ground with the arrow right between his ribs on his unscarred side- you know he felt that one.

“Twilight is going to kill me.” You say and catch his attention. “Don’t move too much. Let me take it out.”

Wild grits his teeth and lets you get closer without question and opens his side more to give you easier access. “So I assume this is your doing.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t think anyone was nearby.” You say and flatten the fabric around the injury.

“I guess we’re even now.”

You pause and before putting pressure on the side of the arrow and yank.

It comes out and Wild rolls away from you with his hand over the injury before he summons a low health potion to treat it.

“For the record-” You say and twirl your arrow between your fingers. “I did not do this on purpose.”

“It’s not like I shot you on purpose either.” Wild growls through the gulps that he’s been taking. “Did you have to pull so hard?”

“I honestly thought you’d put up more of a fight.” You shrug and have at least the decency to look a little ashamed. “I didn’t want to take the risk of damaging anything else... Feel better?” 

“I’m not that bad.”

“Sky would disagree.”

Time

This is bad.

This is so very very bad.

You are so dead.

Warrior is going to kill you.

You picked up as many pieces as you could and tried to dash out of the room.

You ripped the door open, using your full strength to do it... only to slam it right into Time’s face.

“For crying out loud! I can’t win today!” You dropped the pieces and stepped out from behind the door.

Time had his hands on his face, cradling the area where you hit him.

“Time, are you ok? I’m sorry. Is it bad?” You step in his direction and try to pull his hands away for you to get a better look.

He lets you, albeit slowly and you gasp at the single red line down his nose. “You’re bleeding!”

“I can tell.” He mutters and goes to pinch his nose.

“I’m sorry.”

“I heard you the first time.”

“Oh- uh... um...” You bite your lip and struggle to think of the next course of action.

Time however, takes pity on you and sighs. “I was coming up to get you but then I heard a commotion. What were you doing in there?”

Never mind, this wasn’t pity. This was a trap designed to be your demise.

“Uhhh.....” You answered intelligently. “I was writing my will.”

Time raises an eyebrow, disbelievingly.

Looks like you’re going to have to come clean. 

Twilight

I want this apple, you thought to yourself as you hung from the tree, I’m going to get this apple.

It was just beyond your grasp and you tried your hardest to reach for it but the branch didn’t appear to be able to hold your weight any farther out than you already were.

But you wanted that apple.

You shimmied quickly and tried to get closer for your finger tips to brush against the skin of the fruit.

There was only a slight crack in the tree but you were determined.

Just a little bit more.

You scooted forward again.

THERE! Within your grasp was the red fruit and victory filled your veins as you broke out into a large grin. You got it.

Then the branch broke.

Now the time it took to fall wasn’t particularly long but landing was certainly surprising.

It was softer than you would have bargained for, and despite the sticks and leaves that were threatening to poke your eyes out, they didn’t do much damage to your body as you would have thought.

The mass underneath you groaned.

Loudly.

You scrambled to get up, getting your foot caught in the branch and dragging it with you only to fall down again.

You landed on Twilight.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” You blurt and feel stupid a second later.

He just had half a branch and a whole other body fall on top of him. You doubt he’s ok.

“Ok.” You get up, dust yourself off and try to help him to his feet. “Let’s get you to either Sky or Hyrule, yeah?”

“What were you even doing up there?” Twilight lets his head hang a little bit before putting his full weight onto you.

He’s heavier than you thought he’d be but this is the price you must pay.

“Getting an apple.” You mutter.

But he hears you anyway.

Twilight snaps his head up to look at you and you have to look away from his stare of neutral disappointment. “You’re as bad as the cub.”

“I resent that.”

Four

You were on a rampage.

This was an injustice.

An outrage.

You paced back and forth, twiddling your hands in front of you. “I can’t believe this. This is crazy. Who said this was allowed?”

“Calm down. We can work around this.”

“Calm down? Calm down?” You snapped and spun around. “How are we supposed to stay calm when they are people out there who-”

Time stands up and places his hands out in front of him, trying to placate you. “Take a breath and count to ten. We can figure this out but we can’t lose our heads.”

“Lose? Lose? I’ll tell you about loss-!” You swung your arms out, shouting at the man before you when your arm comes into contact with something solid.

Four grunts from next to you and you snatch your arm back into your personal space as you stare him in horror. Four folds over himself with his arm wrapped around his middle, right where you smacked him.

And it’s not like you were holding back the dramatics. 

You know that had to hurt.

“I’m so sorry.” You breath and crouch over to try and look him the eyes.

“Will you calm down now?” Time raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.” You bite you lip and nod, taking a good step away from Four for good measure. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.” Four croaks and takes a breath. “I’m fine.”

Wind

“I bet I can make that throw.” You nod to yourself with your arms crossed.

Warrior, who’s next to you, scoffs. “Sure. And the Rancher is strong enough to wrestle a Goron.”

“That’s a different bet entirely Captain.”

“Fine. I’ll bite this one. I bet twenty rupees you can’t make the throw.” Warrior smirks and holds up a small cloth bag with the assumed equal amount of money.

“Deal.” You grin and pick up the tiny blue orb next to you as your ammunition.

You take a few steps to center yourself and aim your throw. You take a breath and reach your arm back.

With practiced ease, you launch it at your target.

Wind pops up from behind the wall, dead center where you were aiming.

“WIND-!”

It hits him square in the face and explodes in blue gelatinous particles. The two of you take out your respective hook to cross the distance needed to get to him.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” You sprint over to the boy and hold his head up, using your sleeve to get what you can off of him.

“This is gross.” He whines.

“I’m so sorry.” You say. “Does it burn? Are your eyes ok? We don’t know what it was made of...”

Warrior also frets next to boy and helps clean him off. “The bets off.”

“Warrior, I will smack you. I don’t care about that.” You snap.

“Get off of me.” Wind tries to push you away.

“No. Don’t open your eyes, ok?” You say instead and take out your canteen. “Let’s wash that off first. I don’t trust it.”

The boy groans but lets you.

While doesn’t appear to be anything too damaging, it does leave a rash and Wind’s face is completely red by the time you mange to get it all off.

“Time is going to kill me.” You bite your knuckles at the thought and pale harder. “No, Legend is going to kill me.”

“I’ll say some kind words at your funeral.” Warrior nods and tries to walk away.

“If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me!”

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader

[sohin-ace]

※ A walk with the Jojos

Inspired by a 'A walk with BTS' meme scenario I found somewhere.

Gender neutral and Aromantics friendly :)

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Jotaro: Puts his coat over your shoulders when it gets cold.

A gust of cold wind flew past you and Jotaro as you both strolled down the streets of his hometown peacefully. A sharp shudder coursed through you, goosebumps almost painful on your sensitive skin.

Oh how you wished you brought a jacket or at least your school uniform cardigan with you. The early days of spring had started sunny and trustworthy, but of course, the temperature had to drop on you on that very special day.

Your incessant rubbing of your arms and duck of your head didn't go unnoticed by Jotaro next to you. He was aware of the cold and could see from the corner of his eyes how flushed your fingers were and how you winced with every blow of the unforviging wind.

The boy didn't think twice and sighed, proceeding to shake his long gakuran off of his broad shoulders.

You didn't even notice he was disrobing until you felt heavy and warm fabric suddenly weight down on your shoulders, enveloping you, the loud clanking of chains accompanying the movement.

You looked up at the tall male, pleasantly surprised yet also confused, and he only grumbled in response, looking straight forward.

"Yare yare daze... You could have just asked you know."

You never dared. You couldn't dare. After all, it was your problem that you forgot your jacket at home. It surely wasn't Jotaro's job to fix your mistakes, you thought. You wouldn't bother him for such a trivial matter, no matter how close you were. Of course, Jotaro did not share that mindset at all.

You always wondered how he managed to notice every little changes about you and every single reactions while also acting so nonchalant and careless. Behind his rough appearance and act, you loved Jotaro for his selflessness and his unmatched kindness.

You sighed in bliss as you hugged his jacket closer, so warm and soft around you. What a relief it was for your cold skin, it felt like his very own rare embrace.

It smelled just like him, too. You usually weren't a fan of the smell of nicotine and would often tease him for it, but when it was so deliciously mixed with his foreign cologne and his natural scent, it felt like something close to heaven to you. Something comforting, safe, and incredibly gentle.

His jacket was gigantic compared to you and you were sure you looked like a fool wearing this unfitting blanket, swallowing you and making you look even smaller and ridiculous than you already were next to him.

"Thank you Jotaro." You grinned, appreciative towards this kind giant, who you were grateful to always have your back whenever you needed, without even having to ask him.

He responded with a subtle nod before grabbing your shoulder and keeping his strides forward, seemingly satisfied with his good deed and with your smile.

Joseph: Accidentally trips you when he turns to talk to you.

It wasn't unusual for Joseph to blabber on his bizarre adventures. With all the things he had lived, he always had something to recount.

You'd always tell him to write a book about all his plights, but then you'd remember the guy barely had enough braincells to even put two and two together and instantly drop the idea.

Today was just a normal day in New York City, you had been strolling around with the behemoth, listening intently, or rather, tiredly as he rambled ceaselessly.

You were stuck between loving all his crazy stories and being annoyed at his obnoxious and theatrical, 'Jojo-fied', as you liked to call it, storytelling.

"And then he said 'You'll never touch the ground ever again Joseph Joestar!' but look who's in outer space now, huh?!" He yelled out, making a few heads turn with his exaggerated hand gestures and booming voice.

You nodded your head and responded with very basic 'Uh huh's and 'Oh's, as well as 'That's cool' and whatnot. Not like you didn't care for what he was saying, but you just couldn't figure what to tell him. Also, the unnecessary attention you were getting was quite flustering too.

"GASP! Y/N I ALMOST FORGOT!! I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU THE BEST PART YET!!!"

Before you could even process what was happening, Joseph forcefully turned towards you, gasping loudly and intenting to grab your already very well-gripped attention.

But the brute was so clumsy about it, he kicked his unreasonably thick leg in front of your much smaller feet, not warning you as you kept walking, only to trip over him with a yelp that you'd never forget.

"YEEEK-!"

"WOAAH-!!"

With an even louder scream, Joseph tried his best to grab you before you could kiss New York City's piss tainted ground, yanking you to your feet as best as he could, which was more than enough with the strength the man had.

He eventually held you against his chest firmly, his arms belted more than securely around your shoulders and back, shocked and scared that if he loosened his grip even the slightest, you'd either fly away or just collapse.

You panted with adrenaline after regaining your  balance and barely left him any time to laugh at your demise or even react at all.

"JOJO YOU FREAKING DUMBASS!!!" You hollered all your fury, pushing yourself off of him, "I ALMOST DIED HERE!!!!"

Joseph cowered in fear as you proceeded your attacks on his poor arms, chest and face. He yelped in pain, desperately putting his arms up in front of him in hopes to shield himself from your unstoppable slapping. For someone with such small hands, you sure hit hard.

"Ow ow ow stop please! This is abuse!! I'm sorry-Ow! Please, n-not there~ ACK- OKAY FINE I'LL STOP!!!"

Josuke: Notices your shoe lace in untied and ties it for you.

In the small, crazy, noisy and bizarre town that was Morioh, there was a famous legend running.

"That if your boyfriend kneels down to tie your shoelaces for you, they'll never come undone ever again! Do you believe that?" You chuckled, barely paying any attention to your surroundings.

Josuke strolled mindlessly next to you, half listening, half not. You were well aware that boys like him often had a hard time paying attention for more than a minute unless it was about sports, video games, or a very big pair of boobs.

"Hmmh, yeah. Crazy stuff..." He mumbled, looking blankly forward, his eyes catching passing cars and boutiques but his ears catching none of your words.

"Hey... Are you even listening?" You glared suspiciously at him, frustrated already. This boy could never concentrate.

"Oh tell me about it." He replied, not even knowing what he was even responding to. Eye twitching, you tested him one last time.

"Rohan has a really nice ass and I'm much better at Smash Bros than you'll ever be."

"Oh, absolutely. You know it!" He nodded, much to your great offense.

"Hey.. Josuke...!" You growled, ready to give him a good slap of reality, "Higashikata!!"

As if on cue, Josuke glanced down and noticed that your shoelaces were untied as you walked.

Without even thinking twice about it, Josuke moved his hands from where they were resting behind his neck and instantly brought one to your chest, stopping you dead in your tracks.

You shot him a puzzled look at his sudden behavior and he immediately bent over, getting down on one knee, on the floor, in front of you, without a care in the world, right in the middle of the street.

You looked down at him and gasped as you noticed he started tying up your poorly secured shoelaces that you didn't bother knotting properly in the morning.

"Oi-! Josuke, what are you doing?! Get up, it's fine I'll do it mysel-"

"Oh shush." He cut you off, handling the chords into cute and safe little bows on your shoes, like a knight, or a prince, happy to fulfill his duty.

You couldn't hold back your blush at the embarassing and impromptu situation. Your heart raced as you tried to get him to stand up, but he was adamant on helping you whether you were embarassed or not.

The boy was completely nonchalant about the ordeal, never caring about the weird looks you both were getting and the many whispers of 'how cute' and 'what an adorabe couple' people were gushing out.

You couldn't reciprocate the indifference. You knew Josuke was the serving type, and this was normal for him. To make your life easy, to treat you, to protect you.

And to fix you.

"... Are you sure you haven't been listening to me? I feel like you're hitting on me right now Jojo." You raised an eyebrow as he got up, proud of his handiwork.

His expression soon fell into a shocked one and he visibly stiffened, "Huh? What? No I'm not?!"

"You literally tied my shoelaces right after I told you that's a boyfriend thing to do!" You shot back and he blushed deep red, gasping at yout sudden assumptions.

"What??! It's not though!! I'm not- I wasn't even paying attention!"

"You're hitting on me, I'm telling Mr. Jotaro."

"NO DON'T TELL HIM!!!"

Jonathan: Carves his and your initials into a tree.

Jonathan had invited you to join him one afternoon in the usual place you both loved to hang out.

You two talked and walked around a path that you could call your little escape route. One you've used so much, you were pretty sure to be responsible for green-less trail that longed the riverside.

Very suddenly, Jonathan stopped dead in his tracks, without saying anything, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What's wrong, Jojo?" You asked, looking back at him.

Without a warning, he took out a small object from his pocket, smiling coyly at you. You were confused but your expression soon shifted when he pressed on a small mechanism that swiftly revealed a sharp, shiny blade.

You flinched and gasped, bringing a hand to your mouth in shock. "Jojo!! Why are you walking around with a pocket knife?! Are you crazy??!!"

He panicked at your reaction and got flustered, agitating his hands around, a dangerous gesture to make for someone holding a knife.

"N-no no no! Wait, Y/N! It's just- I mean, it's useful sometimes... I mean..." He blabbered, not knowing how to breathe between words anymore, "I don't use it... Or- well... I don't do weird things with it it's just-... I would never-... "

He stuttered anxiously, trying to justify himself, getting more and more stressed with your lack of response. Oh no, God, he didn't want to scare you off or lose you over something like this!

He would never forgive himself if you ever thought he were a dangerous man, or a delinquent, or worse, that he'd ever hurt you, and in such a cowardly way too.

He stopped panicking when you suddenly chuckled.

"Ooouh~ Oh my~" You sang teasingly, before pointing at him in playful accusation "Am I hanging out with a baaaad boy~? Jojo you nasty man!"

"S-... STOP IT!!" He cried out as you laughed your heart out, scared that somebody might hear you and take it the wrong way. "Just... Hold on..."

With the knife in his hand, he turned his back to you and started carving something in the tree trunk. You approached and tried to look over his shoulder, wondering what kind of nonsense he could be drawing in there.

"What is this?" You gently tapped his busy arm and he tried to hide his work from your nosy eyes.

"Wait! It's a surprise! I'm almost done... Just... A little bit..." He grunted a bit as he finished carving the blunt surface, "Aaannd.... Done!"

He stepped back, wiping his brow and leaning his hand on the tree, letting you enough space to admire his little work of art. Proud yet also a bit anxious about your reaction.

You got closer to the little heart he drew on the tree. Heart with both your initials in it. For the sake of discretion, he rathered write your initials over your names, which made it all the more adorable, in your eyes.

You gasped lightly, not able to contain your giddy smile. "Jonathan! That's so cheesy! Who taught you that? Have you been reading those weird romance novels?"

"Yes- I mean, NO! No! I don't read that! I'm a man! Only girls read those!" He spat back, flushing a shade of red you wished you could paint.

"Hmmmmm yeah, right!"

He could only chase you around to hopefully make you stop teasing him. He knew he'd never hear the end of it.

Johnny: Grabs your hand and places it around his arm.

"I gotta say..." You started, happily sipping on your drink, "The best thing about your handicap is how we can skip the line for everything!"

You grinned behind Johnny as you pushed his wheelchair forward, walking around the city for the short time you were in Kansas.

"I know. You'll owe me one by the way." He blankly jested, his tone not matching his humour. You've known him long enough to catch on the little perks of his speech, making you chuckle again.

You balanced your cup with one hand to get a better grip on the chair's handles and got back to pushing him. Johnny was quick to realise you were slowing down every once in a while to drink up.

"Stop." He ordered and you obliged, surprised by the sudden request.

"Huh?" You bent over slightly to try to look at him. "Are you okay? Did you need something?"

"This won't do..."

You walked around to get next to him. You were used to him having his foot falling from the footrest and putting it back before it could hurt him, or needing to reajust his back seat from time to time.

Nothing out of the ordinary, you thought. You would have never expected his next request.

Johnny looked over at you, no words shared, and offered his arm out to you, like the perfect gentleman he was.

"...Jojo?"

"I can move by myself. Drink your tea in peace." He blushed and looked away, sighing to himself.

You couldn't help your smile and endeared look. Your Johnny was always such a kind soul behind what he let show. He was observant and selfless. That's why he wanted to free you the burden of pushing his wheelchair, at least so you could enjoy your drink for a moment.

However it was obvious to you that he wanted you to hold him, so dearly, and had found an excuse for you to do so without asking you such an embarassing question.

You couldn't pass on the cute opportunity, but at the same time, you wanted him to make the first move.

You tilted your head, shooting him a faux confused and oblivious look, letting him know you needed him to be clearer in his request.

He huffed and held back on face palming, cheeks becoming redder by the second. Why were you always doing this to him? Teasing him to no end.

He abruptly grabbed you hand, softening his grip immediately after measuring his strength, and placed it around his arm.

You happily followed his lead and gently grabbed his arm, much sturdier than it looked, and gave him enough space to roll the wheels in pace with you.

"Thank you Johnny~" You chimed happily and he let out the ghost of a smile in response, smile that you sadly missed.

Giorno: Makes you dance with him when you walk past a busker.

You passed along a bay in Naples with Giorno, both of you exceptionnally finishing school early due to the surprising absence of your math teacher.

You both talked and suddenly heard the distant sound of accordion, getting louder and louder the more you walked.

You paused, much more intrigued by the musician  on the paved pedestrian street, playing a beautiful song for all to listen to. He was a sweet-looking old man, playing a traditionnal Tarantella, the iconic sound of Italy.

Giorno stopped with you, wanting to hear more of what this busker had to offer. You smiled, appreciating the sweet melody and calculated movements of the instrumentalist.

Giorno suddenly walked up in front of you, bending down at the waist to offer his hand out to you, his intense green eyes inviting you and snatching you out of your rêverie.

"Would you care to honor me with a dance, Y/N?"

You gasped silently and felt your cheeks burn at his words, his voice like velvet.

"W-... What? Right here, right now...?" You hesitated, but still gently laid your hand over his soft one, seeking reassurance in his hold.

Giorno was always a charming and extremely well-mannered boy despite the lack of proper education he had received. You would always tell him how princely he looked and acted, and he never failed to impress you by his eloquence, his broad mind, and his gestures.

But you surely did not expect him to propose you a dance, out in public. The sole idea was making you self-conscious, but also excited.

He ever-so-slightly closed his fingers around yours, expecting your consent with a soft smile. You were always at ease with Giorno, for the years you've known each other. Why would you ever refuse anything he asks you?

Like he had read through your heart, Giorno swiftly pulled you towards him, placing his hand right at the small of your back, keeping you up close and personal.

You giggled at the cheesy and intimate position, placing your free hand on his shoulder and ready to mess up the pace.

"I'll step on your toes!" You playfully warned him and he chuckled, endeared.

"Don't worry, Y/N. Just follow my lead."

The busker, noticing you two, smiled and finished up his song, immediately starting up a waltz, the nicest and sweetest of his repertoire.

Giorno confidently started in graceful and fluid movements. You followed him, guided by his assured poise. You tried not to stare down at your feet, which was easy task once you got captivated by his strong gaze.

You focused on your rhythm and his steps. You always wondered why he had randomly decided to teach you to waltz, but now you were grateful that he did, because you truly felt like royalty, and this feeling was priceless.

Pedestrians gathered, watching, amused by the splendid show before them. Two adorable teenagers dancing and living their youth, accompanying the busker.

You laughed, both from nervousness and happiness, knowing well Giorno would hold up the skies just to see you smile like this.

After stepping on Giorno's poor toes more than often enough, and after almost crashing down on him, you two decided it was time to go.

Giorno made sure to tip the gifted old man handsomely, much more than conventionnal, making him wonder how such a young boy could have so much money to spare.

Jolyne: Shares her headphones with you.

You walked side by side with Jolyne. You had planned on having a nice walk alongside the beach together, but the weather had seemed to betray you two, with unusually cloudy grey skies and cold breezes.

And thus, you were prompted to walk through town instead. You were happy either way, as long as you were with Jolyne, your most favourite girl in the world, it didn't really matter where you went or what you did.

The entire walk was silent and, as much as you knew Jolyne wasn't necessarily the most talkative type, the fact that she hasn't removed her earphones at all from the moment you both joined earlier really threw you off.

You guessed she wasn't in the mood for talking. You could absolutely understand that, but the way she seemed to completely ignore you and cross you out of conversing with her at all saddened you.

Maybe she didn't want to go out at all and she just didn't have the heart to cancel on you.

You looked down, with all these questions plaguing your mind, wondering if you had done something to make her distant.

Before you could drown in more self-doubt, she nudged your arm and grabbed your attention. She was smiling at you with her cute green lips.

You looked at her confused, like you had been dreaming it all about her being upset with you. She looked so excited, suddenly.

She pulled out her green iPod, one that she had decorated with tacky semi-permanent tattoos from an infamous bubblegum brand, and immediately gave you one of her earbuds.

"Girl, you have to listen to this. It's Jimi Hendrix playing, listen, listen!" You obliged and put the earbud on, listening to her song intently, "This man's crazy, what the fuck? And they say lefties can't play guitar..."

You kept on listening, the song in one ear, Jolyne's comments in the other. She was lost in the music, playing air guitar and singing bits of the song. It was absolutely endearing to see her so happy about such a little thing.

"So? So? Did you like it?" She turned to you with a big grin as the song ended, her eyes wide and starry with hope of your validation, "I love this song sooo much, I had to make you listen! How was it? Be honest!"

You chuckled, overwhelmed by her enthusiasm and adorable giddiness, "It was really cool Jolyne, you have nice tastes. Send it to me next time."

"Yess!!!" She cheered, pumping her fist in the air in victory. "Alright, let's get some bagels now, I'm starving."

She wrapped a strong arm around your shoulder, tired of the distance separating you. "My treat! Oh! And you have to show me that new group you told me about the other day. Even Hermes is talking about them now."

You couldn't bite back your growing smile as she squeezed you close. Not because of the very appealing call of bagels, even though you were more than looking forward to that, but because of how sweet Jolyne was to you despite what she appeared.

Showing her deepest interests to you when she wasn't much of a sharer was her own love language.

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[voiceless-terror]

Perhaps the "stop moving!" Prompt for Jon, where he's been kidnapped by yet another avatar group and they're trying to subdue him but he's fighting too much so they break something like his leg or wrist to make him stop 👀

Hello! I’ve been thinking about this prompt for a while, and I decided to set this during the Circus kidnapping (hope you don’t mind!) and tackled it with another prompt, this one by @give-me-a-minute-to-think who asked for “ a post-circus-kidnapped fic. like, how martin and timdiscover jon was kidnaped and their reaction (espically tims.) we see in canon martin addressing that fact, but not literally anyone else. i just want some complicated relatinship and tim to be nice to jon even a little.” Hope you two enjoy!

Jon’s pretty sure bones weren’t meant to bend that way.

It was his fault, really. He shouldn’t have put up a struggle. He should’ve realized the futility of his situation and yielded to the rough, unfamiliar hands forcing him into the van. But Jon’s nothing if not stubborn, so a few flailing arms and weak kicks were to be expected. And the retaliation, of course, should’ve also been expected.

“Stop movin’,” came the gruff voice of the delivery man, with a face so nondescript Jon could forget it if he looked away for only a second. He gives one last weak slap to the hands on his body. Wrong move.

A sickening crack could be heard along with a sharp cry- Jon’s cry, because the pain currently emanating from his one good wrist is white-hot and agonizing. His eyes are blurring and the inside of the van is stifling in its darkness, but even he could see that hands and wrists weren’t supposed to look like this. He bites back the nausea and sags back into the rough hands, rendered frozen by the pain. There’s a chuckle, low and sinister, and one of the men begins to whistle the tune from the calliope.

And then his arms are yanked behind his back and the pain reaches a dizzying crescendo as his body decides it’s had enough, and sinks into oblivion.

_______

He spends his days being touched.

Cold hands and a face with a permanent smile. Sometimes there’s more of them, as if he’s a spectacle to be watched and studied. The Strangers like to learn about bodies, foreign as they are to them. Nikola enjoys narrating the process, poking and prodding at the bruises and burns and the strange, twisted hands. He doesn’t bite back his gasps and whimpers, he’s gagged, but Nikola likes to hear them. Likes to hear the wordless grumble of his voice, rendered mute and unintelligible. 

The weeks go by, he loses hope. He’s not there much anymore, he’s somewhere else, a place where the pain can’t reach him. He’s back in Georgie’s apartment, the Admiral purring in his lap. He’s back in Research with a smiling Tim and a woman he imagines to be Sasha. He even thinks back to Martin’s lunches a few months ago with a sort of fondness. People talked to him, people cared. People worried when he was gone. 

Every once in a while, his daydreams are interrupted by the sting of bones knitting together wrong or the itching flare of infected tissue. He starts to think of his eventual skinning as a sort of blessing in disguise; Lord knows he’s wanted to scratch himself out of it more than once. He just wishes they would hurry it up, not draw it out so much. Shouldn’t he be ready by now?

And then Michael comes. He feels a strange, manic strength return to him at the promise of a story, even if it ends in his own demise. I want to know. Tell me, tell me. The Eye’s gaze doesn’t reach him, but the power it’s planted within him grows. By the end, he feels strong enough to reach for the door handle himself, ignoring the pain that raising his arm causes. 

It’s locked. His one salvation is gone. But then Michael is too, and Helen gives him a different sort of hope. One that lands him directly in Elias’s office. 

His injuries are ignored in favor of a more pressing threat- Melanie. The only thing that keeps him standing and lucid is the remaining strength he siphoned from Michael’s statement. But it’s an empty, sickening vigor, one that’s sure to leave him feeling more drained than ever once it fades. Elias says nothing as he stumbles after Melanie with a limping pace, arriving some five minutes after her. She’s sitting at her desk, silently steaming when Jon makes his way in the office, leaning heavily against the doorframe.

“Jon!” Martin’s bright voice pipes up. “You’re back! We were wondering…” His voice trails off as he takes in Jon’s appearance, dirty and gaunt and yet shining with a strange sheen. A thousand showers won’t erase the feeling of those cold, slimy hands on him, Jon knows. Tim’s head pops up from his desk and even he looks a bit concerned; it’s the most positive feeling he’s shown Jon in ages. 

“He was kidnapped, apparently,” Melanie drawls, and Jon doesn’t take her ambivalence to heart. She feels trapped like the rest of them. And Jon’s safe now, so what does it matter? What does any of this matter?

“K-Kidnapped?” Martin sputters, making his way over to his side. Jon flinches back unconsciously, gripping tightly at the wall and Martin stops in his tracks, his face softening. “We didn’t- nobody told us-”

“It’s fine,” Jon croaks, though they all know it isn’t. “It was- it was the Circus. A-And I’ll tell you about it-” he nods in Tim’s direction, seeing his wide-eyed stare out of the corner of his eye.”-as soon as I have a rest, if that’s alright.”

Martin casts a critical eye over him, his gaze coming to rest at the stiff way in which he holds his arms. “Seriously? I think you should go to the hospital, Jon. You look-”

“I’m fine now,” Jon assures him- he’d wave away the concern if he could lift his arm at all. “Just- just a moment, please.”

He limps to his office and they let him, their eyes reminding him of those curious mannequins and the way they stared and dissected him as if he were a cadaver on display. You’re not there anymore, he tries to reason as he collapses into his office chair. There’s a statement on his desk and he wonders if it was Elias or one of his assistants who placed it there, just waiting for him to come back. He’s so hungry.

But opening the file is agony. His burned hand cries out at any touch, and his crooked one doesn’t cooperate. Still, he forces the movement and the tape recorder clicks on for him, a move that usually chills him but now feels like a small mercy.

The words spill from his lips, natural and all-consuming. It doesn’t energize him as much as Michael’s direct account, but it certainly goes down easier, untainted by the jagged edges of the Spiral. He only realizes at the end that the statement was written in French, a language he doesn’t speak. Another development. Elias would be proud. Probably is, sitting up there in his office. And in perfect and non-coincidental timing, his email pings with a message from the man himself, informing him of his new flat, the keys to which are in his bottom drawer.

A new flat. How considerate. He tries not to think of the lonely, unprotected darkness that awaits him there. No Georgie. No Admiral. That’s probably for the best, he thinks. You wouldn’t want to endanger them.

Martin knocks, startling him out of his maudlin thoughts. He’s got tea and biscuits and Jon is struck by not only how much he missed the normalcy of the act, but how horribly hungry he is. For real food. He almost feels giddy with the realization. 

“Thank you, Martin.” He’s rewarded with a tired smile and more questions. More apologies. He’s been reading statements. Jon worries about this, but Martin brushes it off. Jon keeps his arms resting on his lap, out of Martin’s sight. He gives non-answers to his inquiries and he can tell Martin’s frustrated- he only wants to help, but Jon won’t let him. They end the conversation at a strange but polite stalemate, a promise that there will be time for them to talk. He’s surprised Martin lets him go like this, but perhaps he’s realized what Jon already did all those weeks ago.

He’s beyond saving.

And then he’s gone again, back to that big room with those terrible waxworks and that strange, lilting tune and the faces that were wrong, the voices that were stolen. Everything echoed, even the tiniest of whimpers. And the laughter. He wants to curl up and make himself small, hide under the desk but his limbs are stiff and immovable, glued to his seat. His breaths start to come in small, tremulous gasps when another voice speaks up from the doorway.

“The Circus?”

Tim. Jon meets his eyes, attempting to get his emotions under control. You’re not there anymore. You’re back, you’re safe.

“A month you were gone,” Tim’s stomping over to his desk and Jon pushes his chair back, trying to create space but all Tim does is collapse into the chair across from him, heaving a sigh. He hasn’t sat there in ages. “Fuckin’ Elias. Where did they have you?”

Jon slumps in his seat, the tension in his frame somewhat easing. “It was a Wax Museum. I-I think that’s where they’ll be attempting the Unknowing.”

“That’s a lead, then.”

“Yeah,” Jon let out a weak chuckle. “At least something good came out of this.”

Tim’s eyes go dark. “Don’t joke about that.”

Jon nods, slightly taken aback by the fervor of the words. “S-Sorry.”

“What did you see? What happened?” He’s leaning forward now, his interest getting the best of him. Jon opens his mouth; he plans to answer- he could describe the waxworks, the van that took him away, the layout of his prison- but that’s not what comes out.

“They wouldn’t- they wouldn’t stop touching me,” he says, his voice fading to a whisper with each word. “Everyday. She came in and she smiled and she kept talking about my skin and touching me and I-I-” And once again he’s back there, cold hands on his face and mocking voices in his ear and it’s wrong, so wrong-

A hand rests on his shoulder and he rears back, an automatic response of revulsion as his heart stutters in his chest. But it’s not a smiling mannequin, it’s Tim. Tim, who’s kneeling by his chair so he doesn’t loom, whose hands are warm and real, flesh and blood. He’s staring down at Jon’s lap, where his arms lay crooked and burned and broken. Useless.

“They needed me to stop moving,” he whispers, as if it’s a valid explanation. Tim’s jaw is clenched. It’s a barely concealed rage and Jon feels guilty that it scares him so much. And yet, in spite of that anger, or perhaps because of it, he takes the hand from his shoulder, gentle and slow so Jon can see the path of his movements. He puts two fingers to the crooked arm, an impossibly soft movement as he leans in to inspect the damage. 

And there’s no ulterior motive behind it. It’s just a touch, careful and concerned, probing lightly at his arm like he’s something fragile that Tim doesn’t want to break. He feels a tightness in his chest that for once doesn’t have fear as its source.

“I would’ve looked for you. If I’d have known.”

Tim says the words more to his lap than to him. And yes, he suspected that if Tim knew the Circus had him, he would’ve looked. But it wouldn’t have been for him. His presence would only be incidental. Tim’s staring at his arm as if the power of his gaze could knit it back together right and whole. His hand remains in place, and Jon wonders if it’s for Tim more than him. It’s as if he has to be reminded that Jon’s real, that he’s here.

“I need to tell you something.” The words are loaded with import. “But not now. Are you still staying with your friend?” Jon blinks at the change in subject.

“N-No. I have a new flat, but-”

“You shouldn’t be alone,” Tim’s suddenly all business, rising to his feet and looking down at Jon with a face that allowed for no argument. “Not with this Circus business. You can stay at mine, after you go to A&E. You’re not okay.”

Jon stares down at his lap, all fight leaving him. “I know.”

He lets Tim take control, lets him do that aggressive sort of care-taking he was known for in the earlier days of their friendship. It’s not the same; there’s no gentle words, no teasing but stern instruction. Just a silent tending that feels familiar all the same. Tim’s the one who speaks to the doctors, who listens to their instructions and later explains to Jon what’s going to have to be done in the coming days, as if he were a child. He knows it’s going to be bad, painful. But Tim keeps his voice level and Jon is somehow reassured. When they get to his flat and Jon’s warm and medicated and settled on the couch, he asks the question and Tim answers, his voice fluid and his words made eloquent in their grief. And Jon understands.

Tim doesn’t let him sleep on the couch. He’s curled up in the bed under a mountain of blankets and he pretends not to notice Tim standing in the doorway like some sort of sentinel. 

“I would’ve looked.” He repeats the words as if trying to convince himself of their veracity. “If I’d have known.”

Jon closes his eyes and tries to believe him.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28135263

#my writing #tma #the magnus archives #prompt fill #jonathan sims #tim stoker #martin blackwood #cw injuries #broken bones #angst #Anonymous

[greenygreenland]

Father! Garmadon & Reader: The Day I Died

-kinda inspired by the movie ‘A Better Tomorrow’ [it’s on Youtube if you wanna watch it] and my own experiences 

Summary: A few months after the Overlord’s ‘demise’ he returns and you find yourself feeling hopeless. Thankfully, Garmadon has your back this time and you aren’t alone.

NOTE: SAME TIME-LINE AS LIAR, SO YOU ARE THE GREEN NINJA INSTEAD OF LLOYD

Liar Part 1

Liar Part 2

Your mother was an amazing person. Sure, she left you and Lloyd when you were incredibly young, but only because she wanted to stop the final battle from ever happening to save you both from the pain of fighting your father in a showdown to the death. She may have left you, but she came back and tried to make it up to you even if it felt...odd to have a mother back after being alone for so long.

Your father was a different story. He was the imbalance that tipped Ninjago off its feet, the reason why you defied Destiny to become the Green Ninja, and the cause for all your suffering. He was evil, and sometimes, you wished he weren’t your father. 

Despite the venom running through his veins being vanquished, he hadn’t dared show his face around you ever again. According the rare passerbyers you conversed with, he had set up his own ‘lovely and successful dojo’ a few hours away from Wu’s Academy (you thought that was a dumb name). 

You weren’t sure if you wanted to be confused by how the former dark lord of evil could somehow attract people to his dojo or angry that he never bothered to visit. He knew where you were because your mum told you she talked to him a week ago. You didn’t know where he was because, well, how the heck were you supposed to locate your ex-adversary’s dojo in the middle of nowhere? 

So where in Ninjago was Garmadon? You decided to wait and see if he’d decide to show up sometime before you perished of old age, but he never did. A few days passed, then a week, then another and another and another. You waited, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might decide to show up and tell you he was sorry for being absent for ten and up years of your life, but why should you expect anything when your whole life had been a let-down?

Being the Green and Golden ninja practically meant holding up the sky. You had duties, a reputation, and an incompetent family to care for. Not only that, but being a teacher at Wu’s Academy meant wasting your life away in a classroom grading paperwork. Before that, you sacrificed yourself to defy Destiny and save Lloyd from all the trauma and heartache you currently dealt with, and even way before that, you were his stand-in parent for your absent father and mother. You were done wasting your thoughts on the false hope that you’d get what all your students had--a family with parents who were actually there for you. 

“(Y/n)!” 

That broke you from your thoughts. You turned in your chair to face Lloyd, pausing for a second to blink. It was still odd to see him so tall since he magically aged up, so it took a second for you to adjust to what you thought you’d see. “Do you need something?” you inquired. Lloyd shoved a gi in your arms. “Put that on and hurry. We need to go, like now!”

“Now? But the others? Are they still on that field trip or--?” Lloyd slammed the classroom door shut. “I’ll explain later, just hurry up!” 

“Okay, okay!” 

As soon as you’d finished changing, Lloyd took you by the hand and ripped open one of the windows. “We’re gonna have to jump.” He broke into a sprint, but you yanked him away from the window. “What do you think you’re doing?! We’re on the top floor!” He yanked you towards the window with a strength you didn’t know he even possessed. 

“STOP LLOYD!” you shouted. “I SAID STO--!”

“Don’t use your elemental dragon!” he interjected. You were suddenly free-falling, clinging onto your brother like he were a stuffed animal. Oh, this was it wasn’t it? You’d die here, falling through a window as Lloyd reassured you you’d ‘be okay’. You screwed your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around Lloyd to break the fall, all the while preparing the goodbye speech you’d announce once you were dead. 

The landing came, but the impact was softer than you expected. Lloyd let out a light chuckle as you opened your eyes and took in the sight of the Ultra Sonic Raider. 

“Oh.” 

He snickered at you, wiggling out of your tight embrace and climbing in a separate compartment. You settled into the familiar leather, strapping in and closing the hatch as Lloyd revved up the engine. He closed his own hatch, and just as you were about to ask him about what the heck was happening, he slammed the petal to the metal. You yelped as your head hit the back of your chair, gripping onto your seat belt for dear life. “Lloyd, you’re going over the speed limit!”

“Well I’m sorry I can’t abide by the law when we’re about to die!” he sarcastically exclaimed. “The Overlord’s back, and he’s after our power!”

Your eyes widened. The Overlord was back? That couldn’t be. You saw him die--he vanished into nothing, leaving only your father behind and nothing more. Not only that, but what did Lloyd mean by ‘we’? He didn’t have elemental powers. You took his place so he could be how you liked it: safe. 

“What do you mean ‘our power’?” you grimly inquired. Despite taking the role as the Green Ninja, you knew that in theory it was possible Lloyd also inherited the same power you possessed since you were both A, siblings, and B, descendants of the First Spinjitzu Master. If he truly did inherit elemental powers, then all your hard work would have been for naught.

That was a scary thought.

“I,” Lloyd paused, heaving in a deep breath, “I have Golden Power.” Your heart stopped. 

Golden Power. 

Lloyd had Golden Power. 

How were you supposed to keep him safe now? 

You had the sudden urge to scream or do anything to let those in Cloud Kingdom know that you wanted to take the burden to your grave so Lloyd could have a better life than you. The burden would be miserable for you, but that was how you wanted it. Lloyd wasn’t supposed to share your burden, and you feared if he’d become as bitter as you. A sorrowful sigh left your lips as Lloyd frowned. 

“There was a falling street lamp and Jay would’ve been crushed if I didn’t step in.” he said. “I don’t really know how I did, but there was this golden glow around my hands and then it hit the pole and made it explode. I’m sorry sis, are you mad at me?” His voice was softer than the time he apologised for spilling juice all over your favourite book. You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. “Lloyd,” you began, “I’m not mad, I just--I just wish I could have done more. Maybe if I...or...I could have....” 

You gave up on trying to formulate a cohesive sentence, taking to shaking your head again. “I’m sorry Lloyd.” He huffed from the driver’s seat. “It’s not your fault that this happened. Maybe it was meant to be so that you wouldn’t have to deal with everything on your own.”

“Lloyd--”

“So what you’re my older sister? So what you’re supposed to take care of me? You’re always doing that no matter what it is, risking your life, your health, your freedom, your everything. You always forget that you’re still human even though you’re doing this and that.”

You sighed. “Lloyd, that’s because I have to. It’s my responsibility and--”

“So?” His voice shook. “I don’t want to be your responsibility anymore! You think I don’t see you stay up all night writing out how much you hate being the Green Ninja so no one has to hear you complain? You think I don’t see how much you keep giving until you’re left with nothing? The only reason why you hate dad is because you blame him for everything you’ve done.”

“I don’t blame him for my misfortune.” you icily retorted. “But it’s his fault for leaving. And because he left us, I wanted to make sure you grew up happy even without him and mom. I give so you don’t have to go through what I went through, but now look what’s happened. Destiny has been cruel and you’re the Golden Ninja just like me.” 

The rest of the ride continued in silence, something you were unused to around your brother. He was a chatterbox and loved to talk about the latest issues of Starfarer, or the newest video games, but this time, his lips were sewn shut. He didn’t utter a word, and when you asked if he was heading back to the Bounty, he remained silent. 

“Lloyd,” you gently said, “just tell me where we’re going.” 

His grip on the steering seemed to tighten, a sign that he was nervous. “You’re gonna get mad if I tell you.” You huffed, crossing your arms and frowning. “I don’t have a reason to be angry because you haven’t told me yet.” 

Another pause.

“You’re not gonna like this, but we have to stay here and lie low. The nindroids--they’re the guys who attacked us in the city--won’t be able to find us here.” He rounded a bend and stopped the vehicle. You opened the hatch and climbed out as Lloyd turned off the Ultra Sonic Raider. He followed after you, an apologetic look on his face as you made your way up a hill. 

No explanation was needed; you knew exactly where you were. The only question that stayed in your mind was, ‘why?’. There could have been a hundred other locations to hide so much harder to find than here, yet the ninja just had to choose the one place you swore to never set foot in: your father’s dojo. Being in the same building as him was something you silently said you’d never do after waiting for him to visit you for months on end. 

He was supposed to take initiative because he was your father, especially after everything he did. 

You had the sudden urge to weep as Lloyd took you by the arm and dragged you along. Maybe you could wait outside for everyone, or sneak away to some remote village where you could go into hiding alone. As long as it was anywhere but here, you were fine. 

Along the way, you passed Zane and gave him a wave. He smiled kindly as he always did, juggling the objects in his hands. “Did you run into any trouble along the way?” he inquired. Lloyd shook his head. “No, but I’m glad we didn’t because I don’t think I’m that good at driving yet.” You were about to interrupt and tell Lloyd you were staying out here, but he suddenly yanked you away from Zane and further up the hill. There was a beautiful waterfall behind the dojo that made you wonder how your father found such a serene place, but that thought left your mind as you stopped at the front doors. 

You sucked in a sharp breath as Lloyd took your hand, giving it a good squeeze before sliding open the doors. Soft, yellow light flooded the darkness, drowning out the stars and moon. Your father stood in the middle of the serene room, staff in hand as he lectured the class. Kai and the others waved frantically from where they sat as Nya whispered for them to shut their faces. Your father followed their pointing and waving, raising a brow inquisitively until his gaze met yours.

“Ah,” he warmly said, “if it isn’t my daughter and son, so glad you could join us.” You curtly nodded while Lloyd broke into a full-on grin. “Dad! It’s great to see you again.” He smiled in return, motioning for you both to come in. “It’s wonderful to see you both as well. Take a seat wherever you’d like, the lesson was just about to start.” You closed the door behind you as Lloyd gladly made his way inside. You followed after him, taking in every bit of your surroundings as you could. 

Jay motioned for you to take a seat on the floor between him and Cole. You swiftly sat down as Lloyd settled next to Kai. “Did you guys run into trouble?” whispered Jay. “We’ve been here way before class started!” Your father made his way around the room and sent Jay a look. “Silence!” He bonked him on the head, but not enough to injure your poor friend. You frowned, sending your father a disapproving look. He didn’t see it though since his back was turned.

“Close your mouth, and open your ears. Tonight’s lesson is the Art of the Silent Fist, to fight without fighting.” He turned to face everyone again. “May I have a volunteer?” The walls were suddenly real interesting for everyone, and you couldn’t blame them. 

“(Y/n) would like to volunteer as tribute!” Lloyd piped up. Your jaw dropped and you looked over Jay’s shoulder with wide eyes. “No I--”

“The Ultimate Battle, round two!” he exclaimed. You sat there for a moment until you realised there was no getting out of it, so with a roll of your eyes, you stood, making your way to the middle of the room. Your father still had a warm smile on his face, but you didn’t return it. “Attack me,” he said, “but please, no powers, I happen to like my monastery.” There was a collection of giggles and snorts from his students that set you a bit on edge. 

You rolled your eyes and threw a swift punch, aiming straight for his face. At the last second, Garmadon dodged and you ran straight into a wall. “You see?” he said. “The key is balance.” He set his staff on the ground to stand on its own before holding it again. “Let your opponent fight himself.” You gritted your teeth, this time throwing a roundhouse kick and then an uppercut. He dodged, and dodged, and dodged again. As you threw another punch, he yawned and that made you angry. 

You threw a punch first, then a kick, and finally another kick, but he kept dodging. Heaving in a deep breath, you ran towards him, readying a kick to put this so-called ‘lesson’ to a close. At the last second, Garmadon bent over, taking your arm and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of flour. 

The world spun and you let out a groan. “Oh, (Y/n)...” mumbled Kai with a face-palm. The others followed, shaking their heads as you ran a hand over your forehead. “Pupils,” said your father, “I present to you the greatest ninja in all the land, the Golden Ninja.” There was a chorus of laughter that made your chest burn. You didn’t deserve that, or this, or the embarrassment leaking onto your face as you hauled your tired limbs off the floor. Nothing could have been worse than humiliation by the man you loathed.

Suddenly, you found yourself on that unforgiving sandy beach. You were on the Dark Island, preparing to prematurely confront your father before anymore harm could be done to you and the world. You couldn’t wait any longer, and so you had stepped in his way like an annoying fly that wouldn’t leave. You were going to end the imbalance once and for all.

“Easy, easy dear.” 

You blinked away the haze from your eyes, the familiar voice grounding you in the present. Your hands were balled into fists and green light danced across your fingertips. When had your powers activated? You didn’t remember doing that.

“It’s only a lesson.” your father said. His voice was gentle, and there was a gleam in his eyes that made you falter for a fraction of a second. You saw regret on his face, but you weren’t about to stick around to confirm your observations. Your arms dropped to your sides and you let out a curt sigh. “Sorry.” Your tone was harsher than you wanted it to be. “Force of habit." You saw the ninja and Nya frown. "I think I’ll excuse myself from the lesson.” You respectfully bowed and silently made your way out the door, ignoring the calls of your friends. 

The chirping crickets and gentle breezes of night helped ease the emotional pain building in your heart. You took a seat at the bottom of the stairs and placed your head in your hands. For a while, it was only you and mother nature savouring each other's presence. It left a lot of breathing room for you to think, so you did and reflected.

"May I ask why you are out here alone?" You met Zane's familiar eyes with a weak smile. "Hi Zane." He eyed the spot next to you. "May I?" You nodded and he sat down, adjusting his grip on the golden objects he tightly held. "What are those?"

"The Techno Blades gifted to us by Cyrus Borg before we were attacked. They can hack the system of a corrupted computer and are currently our only hope to defeating the Overlord." You nodded in understanding, allowing your shoulders to droop just a bit. "I can't believe he's back, it felt like only yesterday I defeated him."

"At times, one can forget to count the days." he softly said. You smiled as he scanned your face, taking in every single detail that cracked through your smile. 

"What bothers you?" 

You fiddled with your hands and shrugged. “It’s nothing, just...” 

“Your father?” You nodded and Zane scooted closer to you. “It is only logical you are unused to his presence. You have been separated since you were very young, so it will take time to allow him into your heart again.” 

You sat there in silence for a while, nodding in understanding as he offered a reassuring smile. The door of the dojo suddenly opened and Zane looked past your shoulder. He stood, taking the techno blades with him. “I will take my leave now.” You watched as he disappeared down the hill, sighing at the empty space by your side. 

“Hello (Y/n).” 

You jumped to your feet, balling your hands into fists like you were about to sock someone in the jaw. Your father closed the door behind and made his way down the steps as you relaxed your pose. “It’s just you.” you sighed out. Garmadon nodded. “Just me.” he confirmed. “About earlier--”

“It’s fine.” You turned your back to him, crossing your arms to hug yourself with an uncomfortable frown. He made his way down the stairs, taking a seat on the steps as you plopped down as far away as six feet could take you.

"The sky is quite beautiful tonight." You turned to Garmadon, raising a brow with a look of distaste as he kept his gaze focused on the stars. "When you were younger, you used to sit by your window every night," he smiled to himself. "You refused to go to bed because you were afraid of offending the stars amd moon."

You frowned, picking at a loose thread on your gi. "You remember that?" you quietly mumbled. He nodded, turning to face you with a sad smile. "Of course I do. How could I forget when that was your favourite pass time?" He paused, releasing a long sigh that really spoke of his age. "I know I have caused you and Lloyd so much suffering--something I wish I could reverse--but dwelling on the past won't change anything."

Dwelling on the past won't change anything? Now where have you heard that one? A bitter chuckle rattled past your lips. "Yeah, it's not like I spent everyday wishing you were there to give me the love and support I need. And it's not like I lost my childhood to take care of Lloyd and find a job when I was only fourteen and a half. I totally understand why it's best not to dwell on the past, but it's kinda hard when it's the reason why I'm who I am today."

You kicked at the ground absentmindedly, again avoiding the gaze of your father as if it were fire. "I don't understand why you're always absent. Even after the Final Battle, I've never seen you until now. At least mom stops by and drops something off, or sends post cards and photos of where she's been. She tells me she's missed me and writes letters, but you? I never hear anything--I've always heard nothing. Do you...do you even care?"

He sent you a heartfelt glance, but you ignored it, throwing a hand out to make a point.

"I probably shouldn't have expected anything because I'm always let down anyway. You've never seen this cartoon or movie? Well, course not, because I never had the luxury to sit down and take a break. How are your parents doing, are they coming to the school conference? Course not!" Your shoulders tensed and your breaths became shorter as anger finally took a hold of your heart. "One's been turned into an evil lord and the other's disappeared to find a way to stop a prophecy that could either make or break Ninjago from becoming a land of darkness! You know, I always dreamed of having a perfect, whole family, but that's never gonna happen, not when mum's always gone and you never, ever show up!"

You began walking down the last steps of the stairs, voice cracking as you continued. "I can't believe I began to hope something would change. How...how foolish of me."

You waited for Garmadon to say something, or anything really. Even if it was an insult, a scolding, or a yell, you would take it because then at least you'd remember how it felt like to have a parent tell you what was 'right' or 'wrong'.

Instead of shouting, he sighed.

"(Y/n)," he softly said, "there are three things I've been wanting to tell you for ages, but no matter how long I thought it over, I never found the right words until now." He paused and you kept your back facing him. "You have done all you could to protect Lloyd by defying Destiny to take his place. You became the Green Ninja to fight me and restore balance, then the Golden Ninja to defeat the Overlord and I combined. But now that Lloyd has begun to realise his powers, even you know that you cannot hold his hand much longer."

There was another pause that made your loud mind go insane. Why did he suddenly stop talking? Why had he gone quiet? Was he only saying this to make you feel bad for him?

You licked your chapped lips, clenching a fist. "Well? What's the third thing you wanted to say?"

"I am very proud of you."

Your heart seemed to weigh a ton as it sank in your chest and made your fingers go numb. You suddenly whipped around, marching back up the stairs with a look of disbelief on your face. "'I am very proud of you'?" you demanded. "You're just saying that! How can you be proud of a failure?" You placed a hand on your chest, giving it a good pat to throw your point across.

"I've...I've suffered and had to be a stand-in parent for Lloyd--heck, I even infiltrated Darkley's and pretended to be a boy just to w-watch over him!" You cursed your voice for cracking as you continued. "I hate you. I hate you for making me like this--for taking away my childhood and giving me all these burdens I can't carry! Everyday, I wondered if I was ever going to be able to save Ninjago when I knew I couldn't save myself. I've died a thousand times just to be who I am today, and I'm--" Tears streamed down your cheeks as you threw a hand over your face to hide your tears. "I--I can't..." You sniffled. "Where were you when I needed you dad?! When everyone else had someone, why did you...why did you leave me?" There was a moment of silence as you sniffled before warm arms were around your shoulders and hugging you tight.

"I wasn't there." admitted Garmadon. "I know I wasn't there when I should have been, even when I wanted to make it up to you. The truth is, I wasn't being responsible. I knew you would reject me, so I was a coward and feared the consequences of my actions." He hugged you tighter. "I love you (Y/n). I love you and Lloyd so much and I am more sorry for everything I've done than I can put into words."

And so you stood there in his arms, sobbing as he simply hugged you tighter. You didn't say anything, and maybe that was because you couldn't, so your father took the first step and released you from his arms, keeping a gentle hand on your shoulder. There were a few tears in the corners of his eyes but he smiled despite that. "It's almost dinner time. Why don't we head back inside?"

"Okay."

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[fan-fantasies]

Weakness

A/N: hey guys! I hope you like this piece for Sigtryggr! There will be some spoilers for season 4 so don’t read if you haven’t seen past like episode 5 or 6. Destiny is all! -Heather

Summary: you’ve had a secret relationship with Sigtryggr for a while but the feeling of being hidden starts to eat away at you. Plus, you have a big secret you’ve been meaning to tell him. But what happens when you hear him saying that a wife and kids makes a man weak? Will there be hope for your relationship or will victory always come first?

Pairing: Sigtryggr x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, pregnancy, general angst

Masterlist

Part Two

You sat in the young queen’s chamber in the palace at Winchester. You thumbed through the luxurious clothes and jewels that she had collected. The halls outside the door were quiet but you knew that wasn’t going to last.

You jumped as the door opened revealing Sigtryggr. He closed the door behind him and flashed you a sweet smile.

“I thought I might find you here, hidden away from the celebrations,” he said. He sat next to you on the bed and took your hand in his.

“I’ve had my fill of ale for a while. I’m just waiting for the Saxons to come and reclaim their fallen kingdom,” you admitted. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“And when they come, we will talk. I wish for no more bloodshed than has already occurred. If they want to fight, then we will fight, but I’m hoping it will not come to that.” 

“But what if-” 

“There’s nothing to worry about, my love. No harm will come to you,” he said. 

“It’s not me I’m worried about,” you whispered. He placed a sweet kiss on your forehead and sighed. 

“You know that this life is not guaranteed. Death can take us at any moment. Try not to worry about something you cannot control. The Gods will not lead us astray,” he told you. You conceded with a nod and a sad smile. 

The thought of losing him was always too much to bare but loving him was worth every moment of anxiety. No one knew that the two of you were together for your safety, or so he claimed. You had picked him up after his defeat in Ireland and helped him come to a new land and find wealth. You knew that other Danes talked about the two of you, often calling you his whore. 

Maybe that was true. You were not his wife, you had given him no children. There was no commitment to you other than knowing that he would find you most nights and slip into your bed. 

He left you that evening to go back and plan strategies for when the Saxons would return. And return they did. They stormed the gates and were met with defeat. You stayed within the palace walls but you could hear the cheers of the men returning from the walls. The boy king was thinking irrationally and you had seen firsthand how that can lead to a man’s demise. 

“(Y/N), Sigtryggr is asking for you,” one of his warriors called to you. You made your way to the main hall where you found the ever-happy man that held your heart. 

“You called for me?” The words had no sooner left your mouth when you were pulled into his arms and into a passionate kiss. You responded immediately by wrapping your hands in his hair and giving it a tug. He growled in response and nipped at your bottom lip. Victory always excited him and you knew where this was going. 

He sat you up on a table and stood between your legs. His hand traveled between your bodies but you were both snapped back to reality when you heard someone clear their throat. Sigtryggr pulled away from you immediately and left you feeling cold. 

Haesten stood there with a huge grin on his face. 

“Please, don’t stop on my account,” he chuckled. “I always knew there was something special about you.” He pointed to you and winked. You stood up and brushed your dress down. 

“What is it, Haesten?” Sigtryggr asked, standing in front of you to shield you from the other man’s hungry gaze. 

“The Saxons are planning to fire the walls, burn this place to the ground. We need to do something to prevent that from happening,” he said. Sigtryggr nodded and paused to think. 

“We show him his heir. We show him what he has to lose if he burns this place down. That should hold them off long enough to prep the walls for a fire attack. Haesten, go to the gate and start the preparations. I’ll get the boy.” Haesten nodded and left. Sigtryggr turned to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. “This isn’t over.” 

“I know,” you smiled. “Go. Negotiate. Show everyone what a fantastic leader you are. Be strong.” 

“You are my strength,” he whispered with his forehead pressed to yours. He kissed you once more before going off to fetch Edward’s heir. You left the hall shortly after and nearly shrieked when someone grabbed your arm. 

“Haesten? What are you doing?” You asked. 

“Does he know?” He questioned. 

“Know what?” You yanked your arm from his grasp and took a step back. 

“About the babe,” he said gesturing to your stomach. You arms quickly wrapped around your torso to cover your belly. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you gasped. 

“It’s the tits.” He winked before walking away. Something had been feeling off lately and you wondered if he was right. You cradled your stomach and tried to calm your heartbeat. How would Sigtryggr react? Most Danes wanted to have as many children to carry on their name as possible but he was different. He never showed interest in having a wife, never mind a child. 

You decided that you wanted to see what happened with Edward and the heir so you went to the wall. You stood hidden away from wandering eyes as you watched Sigtryggr stand before the Saxon king with the two boys. 

Edward approached with his men behind him.

“Give me my children or I will find yours and take their eyes,” Edward threatened.

“I have no children. Nor a wife. This is why I’m stronger than you,” Sigtryggr replied. Your heart sank into your stomach when you heard his words. You realized then that he would never make you his wife nor would he want the child growing inside of you.

You heard nothing else that was said, it was as if time was frozen. You rushed from the ramparts and back to the palace. Haesten saw you leave and he almost felt bad. Almost.

You gathered some of your things from the room you settled in and threw them in a bag. You armed yourself a dagger and your ax before setting off to find food for your journey. You had heard of other Danes living in East Anglia so you figured that would be your best bet. You’d even settle with Saxons if that meant you could keep you and your babe safe.

You knew you had to hide somewhere until you could leave under nightfall. Sigtryggr would certainly be looking for you to finish what was started earlier but you couldn’t bare to face him. You couldn’t be the cause of his weakness.

You grabbed bread and fruit, shoving them into your bag. You had to figure out how to get out without anyone seeing you. You’d just have to lay in wait for your opportunity.

You found refuge in a small abandoned house near the gate. You didn’t have to wait long before smoke was filling the air. You heard pounding at the gate before it was broken down. Fighting soon began right outside the door of your little safehouse. You waited until the fighting had progressed inward to take your leave.

You slowly opened the door, peering out to make sure no one was looking. Satisfied that everyone was preoccupied with the fight, you ran. You ran through the gate and past the bodies laying lifeless on the ground. You saw horses tied to a tree and figured stealing one wouldn’t do too much damage.

You were unfamiliar with the area but you knew that you’d find a village eventually. From there you could find a way to other Danes.

You didn’t look back at the smoke filled kingdom. You knew that there was nothing but pain there for you. So you rode through the night, only stopping to water your horse and eat something to keep your strength up.

You eventually stumbled upon a nunnery. The women were weary of you at first but you promised you meant them no harm, you were just seeking safe passage.

They fed you and allowed you to rest there for a bit before directing you to the nearest Dane settlement. Apparently they had been living in agreed peace for some time much to your surprise. You decided to stay with the nuns for a bit longer, not ready to face your own people.

Back in Winchester, the dust had settled and the smoke cleared. Sigtryggr and the royal siblings were working to come to a deal that satisfied all sides. Unable to come to a compromise for the first few hours, they decided to take a break.

Sigtryggr went first to the queen’s chamber where he thought you might be. When he didn’t find you there, he went to the reading room. Empty, he sought out a warrior who he knew you were familiar with.

“Can you fetch (Y/N) for me?” He asked.

“I haven’t seen her, lord,” the man told him.

“Well can you try to find her for me?” Sigtryggr signed. The man nodded and set off to find you. Sigtryggr sat on a bench with his head in his hands. He wasn’t sure he was ready to be the Dane to break the feud between Saxon and Dane. He needed you to calm him down, to reassure him that he was doing the right thing.

“You seem uneasy, lord,” Haesten said as he entered the room. Sigtryggr ignored him- he didn’t have the energy to deal with Haesten right now. “Missing your wife? Oh wait, you don’t have a wife.”

“What are you on about?” Sigtryggr finally asked.

“(Y/N), I assumed you knew she had left by now. I don’t think she took too kindly to your little speech earlier,” Haesten chuckled.

“She left the palace?”

“She left Winchester, lord. Took your babe with her too,” the gruff man smirked. Sigtryggr felt like he was going to be sick.

“You knew and you let her leave?!” Sigtryggr charged at Haesten and pinned him to the wall.

“She’s not my responsibility. She’s not my wife, nor is she yours.” Sigtryggr let the man go as he stormed out of the room. He went into the garden and found Uhtred who was talking with Edward and Aethelflaed.

“Uhtred, I need your help. You know the land, I need you to help me find someone. Forget Ethelwich. Keep it. I will keep my land in Wales and a portion of East Anglia if you accompany me, Uhtred,” Sigtryggr said. The three looked at each other and nodded.

“Yes, this sounds agreeable,” Edward answered.

“Then we shall abandon Winchester at once. Uhtred, find a horse and meet me at the gates. I won’t let her get away.”

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[rejectofsociety]

Febuwhump: Day One

Prompt: Mind Control

Summary: As Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian invade Earth, Ebony discovers that Peter Parker makes an excellent servant

Word Count: 2,514

Warnings: Violence, Character Death

Thank you for organizing this event, @febuwhump!

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The moment Ebony Maw was faced with Earth's heroes (and some skittish scientist), he searched each mind for his perfect puppet. He couldn't penetrate the minds of the wizards— he assumed they were using complex enchantments to protect themselves. Typical, he thought to himself.

Next, he eyed the man with a neatly trimmed beard and advanced-looking glasses while he called the invaders "squidward." His mind was full of thoughts that made Ebony smirk— a woman he loved, a teen boy who he was silently praying would stay far away from the situation, a dream about a child who he loved dearly even before their existence was made a reality, and an overwhelming urge to protect his planet and family. His mind was so incredibly strong, yet simultaneously weak in the most disappointing way— too many emotions that could easily get in his way.

Ebony skipped over the jittery scientist, there was no use in wasting his time with him. While the earthlings continued shouting at him, he began to sense a new mind. A young and determined mind rushing towards the scene. He was eager and energetic, yet attentive and focused. Even from a long distance, Ebony could feel his physical strength and bizarre powers. Perfect, the alien thought slyly before welcoming himself inside the boy's brain.

Peter was wrestling his suit onto his body when a tidal wave of inky darkness crashed into his body. His stomach flipped and a sense of lightheadedness consumed him. His legs shook then collapsed underneath him while he felt vomit crawling up his throat. He hacked then gagged before managing to puke up no more than some stomach acid. His throat burned as he coughed and choked up bile while his head ached with the dark cloud enveloping him. His chocolatey brown eyes, usually so full of innocence and sweet life, were overwhelmed by a glowing blue color that held a malicious gaze.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm then took his mask and slipped it over his head. His mind now belonged to an eccentric force, leaving the real Peter Parker locked in a cage in the back of his head.

"Come here, Peter Parker," Ebony's oozing voice rang and echoed in his ears.

"Yes, sir," Peter mumbled gruffly in reply.

With that, he shot a web onto a nearby building and launched himself into the air. Within a second, his vision focused on the alien, donut-shaped ship were a battle was beginning to break out. He swiftly webslung his way towards the park until he landed in front of Tony with the grace of a cat. Cull Obsidian was about to smash his chain hammer into the Iron Man but, with the boy in the way, the hammer missed its target and was instead caught by Peter.

"Not him," Ebony ordered from afar.

Cull grunted his understanding then withdrew from his opponent and turned his attention elsewhere. Peter faced Tony with his body seeming stiff while his movements were somewhat robotic.

"Nice save, kid," Tony praised, "are you alright?"

"What do I need to do, sir," Peter muttered, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Kill him," Ebony instructed.

"Save that wizard," Tony demanded at the same time, yet Peter didn't hear any of his words.

"Yes, sir," he turned away, "activate instant-kill," he ordered his suit and the bug-ish eyes narrowed and turned red while the insides flashed, assessing weak spots in his surroundings, and readjusting web-shooter combinations to make them as deadly as possible.

Tony nodded his satisfaction then prepared to step away. Before he could, Peter spun around and smashed his leg into Tony's side. The billionaire was sent crashing into a nearby tree that splintered at the impact. Momentarily stunned, he was given no time to recover before Peter approached him and lifted him with his hand wrapped around the hero's neck.

"K-kid!" Tony gasped.

Peter clenched his fist then pummeled it into Tony's face, making his head whip back. Ever centimeter of nanotech that Peter touch was shattered almost instantly, forcing the suit to shed and replaced whatever was damaged.

Horror consumed Tony as he realized that whoever he was fighting wasn't Peter... not really. 

Peter landed another punch square in the hero's nose and Tony silently ordered the suit to form a repulsor cannon than blasted Peter the chest. The boy flew backwards, but before he could collide with anything, he shot a web at a tree and used it as leverage to spin around and kick Tony brutally in the chest. He pinned his mentor to the ground and smashed his fists into him over and over. Tony held his hands up to shield his face, his mind failing to process any thoughts as his nanotech was desperately replacing its damaged pieces, yet it was breaking faster than it could fix itself.

"Peter!" Tony cried, "c'mon, kid!"

Suddenly, a glowing, yellowish whip wrapped around Peter's throat and his hands snapped over the magical substance. He yanked at the rope until he was swiftly jerked away from his victim and thrown on the ground, the whip still wrapped around him like a leash. Stephen towered above, his cape assisting him in levitating above the scene while poor Wong had been left to busy Ebony and Cull. Stephen quickly created replicas of himself, each bearing a whip that they used to lasso Peter and hold him down as he thrashed furiously against their grip. Stephen rushed away from his clones and lowered himself to the ground next to Tony who lay shaking and gasping on the ground.

"Are you alright?" Stephen interrogated, reaching out a hand to help him up.

"Don't hurt that kid," Tony demanded fiercely as he heaved himself upright.

"It seems it's either his life or yours," the wizard hissed.

"He isn't the enemy," Tony sharply explained, "there has to be something controlling him. He would never hurt me willingly."

An uproar nearby caused the two men to whirl around to face Peter who had already taken down the wizard clones. This is what he's capable of, a scared voice spoke in the back of Tony's head, this child could kill everyone here. And he wants to kill you. Tony's breaths grew shuddering and uneven with anxiety as Peter faced the heroes. But he wasn't scared for himself, not anymore. Now, he was terrified for Peter. What if he failed to save this boy's mind? Would he be a slave to whoever was controlling him for the rest of his life? Would the real Peter ever see the light of day again? Or maybe his controller would kill him the moment he was no longer useful... Maybe Tony would be forced to kill him. 

"Take five," Stephen remarked to Peter then sent what appeared to be a wall of glass floating towards the boy.

The moment it collided with Peter, both he and the wall disappeared without a trace. Tony's eyes widened and he clutched the wizard's shoulder and spun him around to face him.

"What the hell did you do to him?!" He challenged fiercely.

"Calm down," Stephen jerked his shoulder away from the man, "I put him somewhere where he will neither be a danger to us nor himself. Now," his gaze trailed to Wong and his expression grew into one resembling guilt. Then, a realization struck him and his face lit up, "it has to be Ebony controlling him."

"Who?"

"Squidward."

"Oh. How do we stop him?"

"I say we play it safe and kill him."

"I like where your head's at. Let's do it."

The two rushed to aid Wong, who was shielding himself from simultaneous attacks from Ebony and Cull. Tony pummeled full-speed into Ebony, snatching him away from Wong and pinning him against an office building.

"Let the kid go," he hissed fiercely.

"Give me your little friend's necklace, then we can talk," Ebony spat in reply.

For a moment, Tony hesitated. How much was he willing to give up for Peter's safety? The offer sank in another second, then he realized what he was really risking— not just some necklace, but a stone. A stone with the power to manipulate time. A stone that could be the difference between Earth's demise and Earth's safety. Which also made it was a stone that could be the difference between life or death for Peter. Peter’s life was so precious to so many people: his aunt, his friends, even the citizens of New York who he assisted everyday in small yet significant ways. Without Peter, May wouldn’t have her nephew (or more accurately: her son), Ned and Michelle would be without their most important piece, teachers who adored the boy would lose their favorite student, and New York would be stripped of its most vital protector. Tony could not have that on his conscious. 

Tony opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted as a flock of spears carved from brick and concrete came rushing towards him.

"Shit!" He exclaimed as he bolted away from the alien and sped out of the spears' way.

Of course he was only buying himself time, Tony thought bitterly while he outran the arrows, I should've known he didn't actually care to make a deal. He weaved between skyscrapers and did a number of fancy maneuvers in an effort to avoid the deadly weapons behind him.

"Stark!" Stephen called from down below.

Tony dipped and stumbled to a clumsy landing at the wizard's side. Stephen hurriedly extended his hands and produced a shield to protect the two from the deadly objects. As Stephen braced for impact, Tony briefly stepped one foot out of the shelter and fired a series of plasma-blasts before ducking behind the mage once more. The blasts hit about half of the spikes, blowing them straight to hell; the other half smashed into Stephen's shield and were shattered instantly.

"Thanks," Tony muttered.

Stephen nodded stiffly then the two concurrently jumped in surprise at the sound of shattering glass. They whipped their heads around to see what appeared to be an invisible substances cracking, as if the air itself could break.

"What's that?" Tony questioned.

"I... I don't think the Mirror Dimension can break," Stephen slowly thought aloud then craned his neck to look at Ebony whose eyes were focused sharply on the break in the dimension, "it's Ebony. He's helping it break."

Before Tony could reply, there was an explosion of shattering glass and Peter stumbled out of the Mirror Dimension. The boy locked eyes with his mentor, and for a fleeting second Tony almost thought that he was looking at the real Peter. But, the moment Peter shot a web at his legs and flung him into a lamp post, Tony realized he was wrong. His back smashed against the pole with a sickening crack, and the post was forced to bend at an awkward angle upon impact.

"Hang in there, Stark," Stephen called, "I just got an idea."

"Hurry up," Tony rasped as he struggled to rise to his feet.

Peter yanked the hero upright by his wrist, then heaved him over his shoulder, slamming him into the ground. Tony gasped and coughed, pain shooting through his entire body.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Peter," Tony stated with determination.

The spider didn't acknowledge his words but instead forced the man into a headlock, one arm wrapped around his throat with the other hand gripping his head and ready to snap his neck. Tony clasped Peter's arm frantically, by now he had learned that his suit was practically useless when pitted against Peter's raw strength.

"C-c'mon, kid," Tony managed, "I know yo-you don't want to hurt me."

Peter was silent a moment as he tightened his grip, making Tony gasp as he could feel his suit being crippled under Peter's arms. I'm sorry, Mister Stark! Peter cried in the back of his corrupted mind, I don't want to do this!

"What would you like me to tell Pepper?" Peter hissed hoarsely.

Tony choked and was just barely able to wheeze out a few words, "tell her it wasn't your fault."

The very moment that Peter scoffed and began to twist Tony's neck, Stephen forced Ebony through a portal that snapped shut around his head and decapitated him. 

The spider's body froze and he felt as if a thousand pounds had been lifted off his body. Ebony's oppressive cloud of violence and darkness faded, leaving room for Peter to obtain control of his mind once more. The shining blue of his eyes was erased and the usual brown hue took over.

Peter withdrew from Tony as fast as he could and instantly burst into tears. Stephen rushed back to the two and put his hand on Tony's shoulder as he forced his helmet to disappear and he gasped for breath. Peter briefly glanced at Tony's bloodied and bruised face, only to sob and shake harder.

"Hey," Stephen called to him, "Tony, are you okay?"

Tony forced himself to nod and calm his trembling muscles, "k-kid, come here."

"N-no," Peter refused through his tears as he wrapped his arms around himself, "I hurt y-you."

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault," Tony assured calmly as he waved him over, "now come here, you won't hurt me again."

Peter hesitantly paced towards Tony then sat on his knees next to him. His body was shuddering with terror and guilt as he fought back sobs. Tony wrapped his arms around the boy securely and Peter gratefully sank into his touch. Stephen felt a pang of pity for the kid, and gently rested his hand on his shoulder for reassurance.

"Take a deep breath, kid. Calm down... calm down... there you go," Tony spoke softly as Peter's crying and shuddering gradually relaxed, "I'm okay."

"You don't look okay," Peter mumbled, hiding his face in Tony's chest— call him childish, but he really just wanted his aunt to hold him, obviously that was out of the question.

"You're right. Right now, I'm not okay and everything hurts," Tony deadpanned.

Peter choked out a small laugh, "you jackass, how's that supposed to make me feel better?"

"C'mon, Peter, you know I'll heal. I just need a few days," Tony smiled softly, "I don't think any less of you."

The little spider nodded slightly, "thank you, Mister Stark," he craned his neck to look up at Stephen, "and- um, thank you Mister Wizard."

"It's Strange," he corrected.

Peter knit his brow together and nodded, "yeah, I guess so."

"No, I mean-" Stephen cut himself off and shook his head, "let's go help Wong."

Tony took his arms away from Peter then the two stood up. Peter looked over at Wong as he narrowly avoided Cull's hammer as it was smashed into the ground. Stephen's eyes widened and he muttered a curse as he rushed to assist his friend.

"So, what this guy's deal, Mister Stark?" Peter asked, repressing any previous emotions of guilt, terror, and depression.

"He's from space and he's here to steal a necklace from a wizard," Tony explained.

Peter nodded and ran forward, attaching a web to a building and lifting himself off the ground, "just another day in the life."

Tony almost laughed at that and his helmet reformed over his face, "good to have you back, kid."

He smiled, "it's good to be back, sir.”

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[helaintoloki]

Complicated

pairing: Dan Torrance x reader

warnings: language, some violence, slight angst, fluff towards the end // just over 1k words in length

notes: some more daughter Abra and mom reader :’) I really enjoyed using these characters in my Overlook piece so I decided to add another chapter to their story. once again, elements from both the book and the movie as well as my own imagination were used to write this

summary: a night with Crow Daddy leads to your first kill and a powerful revelation for Dan

“Dan,” you murmur, head lulling against the window and eyes refusing to open. Your brain feels like mush, your mouth feeling as if it‘s just been stuffed to the brim with cotton, and you can hardly manage to lift a single finger. Your mind is screaming for you to move, body twitching helplessly in an attempt to free itself from the sedative that tugs you down further and further into the dark. From the driver’s seat, a man chuckles.

“Dan is long gone by now,” the Crow replies easily, and it’s then that you’re able to feel the needle poking at your thigh. “Don’t mind that, it’s just a little incentive for your girl back there. Make sure she minds her P’s and Q’s.”

(Abra... Oh, god.)

“What did...” you struggle to speak, drool dribbling out the corner of your mouth, “what...”

“Easy there, mom,” he laughs airily, as if kidnapping a mother and her daughter was an ordinary every day occurrence, “she’s knocked out cold in the backseat like a good little Goldilocks. You know, that daughter of yours has caused us a lot of heartache.”

“Abra...”

“This needle here is just so she doesn’t get any bright ideas. If tries to call for help, if she tries play her little mind tricks on me, hell, if she even breathes in a way that’s suspicious I just push this little thing through your skin and you’ll fall asleep and never wake up again. So I suggest you don’t get any bright ideas either. We clear?”

“Crystal,” you slur prompting Crow Daddy to laugh.

“I like you,” he grins. “Honestly, I was a bit surprised to see you were her momma. You look a little on the young side, real pretty like and all.”

“I was young,” you confirm quietly, finally mustering up the strength and energy to peek over at the driver. Crow Daddy, that was his name wasn’t it?

“If I wasn’t already spoken for I’d just eat you up,” he grins, shooting a wink your way. “But you’ve got a man, don’t you? The guy who just killed my friends.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Love always is,” Crow Daddy sighs, and your eyes begin to flutter again. A small whimper escapes you as a result of your reluctance to fall back under, but the Crow only smiles. “That’s alright doll, you just go right on back to sleep.”

The darkness encompasses you, and you think of Dan before you fall back under.

~~~

(You have to wake up, y/n. Abra needs our help)

A bottle of coke sits resting in between your thighs as you open your eyes for the second time that night. Dizzy and drugged you scramble to pry the top off and guzzle down the fizzy beverage. The carbonation of it stings going down your throat, and because of your unsteady hands most of it dribbles out the corners of your mouth, down your chin, and past your neck into the valley of your breasts. Your shirt would later be stained and your skin would feel sticky, but it didn’t matter at the moment. The cotton was washing away and the ache in your head was beginning to dull, the needle was absent from your thigh.

“Someone’s thirsty,” Crow Daddy smiles. “You’ve both been so good for your daddy I figured I’d reward you with a little treat-“

Your body is hurled forward then harshly yanked back down by your seatbelt as the car suddenly swerves into a tree. In the rear view mirror Abra’s face is visible, eyes wide and unblinking and not her own; someone else is in control now.

(Now Mom)

Almost instinctually do you take the glass coke bottle and slam it over the Crow’s head, disorienting him further as his face rams against the steering wheel. The honk from the impact echoes deafeningly over the desolate road, the sound so loud to your sensitive ears it makes them ring. Vision blurry, you manage to spot the syringe sticking out of his jacket pocket and lunge.

“Fuckin bitch,” Crow Daddy growls, grabbing you by the hair and yanking your head back so roughly you fear it may snap. “You fucking bitch!”

Your head is slammed against the dashboard so harshly that for a single second the world is completely black, but when the light returns you spot the Glock .22 sitting by your feet. In what was only a few seconds but felt like a lifetime you snatch the weapon, knock your kidnapper across the face with the end of the gun, then fling yourself back against the car door before pulling the trigger.

He begins to cycle, but you don’t get the chance to see it as you pass out once again.

~~~

(Is your mom alright?!)

“She got hit on the head a few times pretty good, still has the drugs in her system. She’s sleeping now,” Abra explains quietly.

(I need you to wake her up and make sure she’s okay enough to drive. Get yourselves to a motel and I’ll come meet you as soon as I can)

“She’s never killed anyone before.”

(I know)

“She did it for me.”

(She loves you. Mother’s will do whatever it takes to make sure their children are safe)

“Like grandma Wendy did for you?”

(...Just like grandma Wendy)

~~~

By the time Dan arrives it’s five in the morning and you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep. Your body felt violated what with the sedatives, and your mind was much too paranoid to relax enough and allow you to rest. You kept a watchful eye over Abra, gun close by just in case another member of the True Knot decided to make a surprise appearance. You hated guns and you hated violence, but motherhood had urged you to kill someone, and so you had.

Dawn’s early light casts an alluring glow on your trembling figure in the doorway as Dan approaches. Your face is drained of color and dark bruises paint the skin of your forehead and neck. The dreary bags under your eyes reveal your body’s interrupted schedule of sleep, and you look absolutely beaten down. The sight is powerful enough to tug at Dan’s heart strings and before he can even comprehend the fact that his legs are moving he begins to run towards you, only stopping once you’re enveloped in his warm embrace. And only then, wrapped up in the comfort of Dan’s arms, do you begin to vehemently sob.

“I’ve got you,” Dan whispers, lips pressed into your hair as he soothingly rubs a hand up and down your back. Your shoulders shake with each muffled cry that escapes you. You’ve spent all night trying to be strong for Abra, trying to provide solace and security, and now that she’s asleep you find your brave front crumbling apart. Now Dan is doing his best to put you back together again.

“I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” you tearfully confess. “I don’t know who I am anymore. Danny, I killed someone!”

“I know, I know,” Dan soothes, hugging you even tighter. “You did it for Abra, you did it to protect yourselves.”

“There’s still more of them out there,” you blubber, “there’s still people out there trying to hurt our daughter.”

Dan tenses slightly then, his heart doing a full gymnastics routine in his ribcage. Up until now you’ve always referred to Abra as your daughter, still not used to the idea that the one night stand you’d had all those years ago who had suddenly reappeared and interrupted your quiet life in Frazier was her father, and now you’ve accepted him as part of your tiny little family. And the thought lights a fire deep in the pit of his belly. Family wasn’t something he’d had in a long time, stable relationships - both platonic and romantic - were not common occurrences in his life. But now he had Abra, and now he had you, and he’d be damned if he let anyone or anything hurt either of you ever again.

“I won’t let them. I promise,” Dan vows earnestly. “No one is going near you or Abra ever again. I swear on my life.”

He holds you as the sun begins to rise, tucks you back into bed as your crying begins to dwindle, cradles you in his arms so you can sleep safe and sound, and begins to plan the demise of the True Knot as you snore quietly into his chest.

Rose the Hat would be sorry she ever messed with the Torrance family, that much Dan was sure of.

*gif used above is not mine!

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hurricane (take my breath away)

Bright walked over to join them, balancing a tray of fresh drinks easily. Sliding them onto the table, he carelessly sat on the edge of the table.

"He still hasn't caved?"

Knot shook his head. "Nope."

Rating: T

Warnings: swearing

Pairings: Arthit/Kongpob

Prompt: ‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au - by @mraculous

Prem, Knot and Toota stared at Arthit.

Their one-sided staring match carried on even as the person being stared at fidgeted awkwardly and looked everywhere but at them. Bright walked over to join them, balancing a tray of fresh drinks easily. Sliding them onto the table, he carelessly sat on the edge of the table.

"He still hasn't caved?"

Knot shook his head. "Nope."

Bright shoved his face into Arthit’s, who immediately leaned back to avoid the scrutiny. Bright boinked him on his head.

"Ai'Bright!" the latter yelled in exasperation and annoyance.

"Why aren't you telling us anything, Ai'Arthit?" asked Prem, finally having enough of his friend's stubborn silence. "Did something happen?" His eyes narrowed. "If they did anything you didn't want, you know you can tell us, right? We'll make them pay."

The others stiffened at the implication and loudly expressed their support in helping to kill the person and hide the body. Arthit buried his head in his hands, unsure whether he wanted to laugh or cry.

They were attracting a lot of cautious and scared looks with their rather vocal plans of gruesome murder. Bright might own the bar they were at, but that wouldn't help them if they had the police called on them.

Then again, what exactly could he tell the others to dissuade them from their plans? Certainly not the truth.

'No, they didn't hurt me. It was just that the guy - P'Fan? P'San? - arrived over half an hour late, spent the entire time talking about his ex and how his current date couldn't compare to his angel, and then pulled a dine-and-dash, sticking me with the hefty bill.'

Arthit grimaced at the reminder of the awful experience. He was never going to go on another date ever again. Blind date? More like blind robbery.

"Ai'Arthit, you still with us?" asked Toota.

Arthit sighed before lifting his head up and downing his drink. "Yeah. I just don't want to talk about it, ok? Drop it."

"We're just worried because every week you've never failed to complain about how terribly the dates have gone. So it's a bit strange that you've been so quiet about this one," said Knot.

Well sue him if he didn't want to rehash the same old story of not being able to make it through a single first date successfully! He'd had enough of humiliating himself over and over. Now if only his friends would get the fucking memo…

Maybe the alcohol had finally gotten to him because the words fell off his tongue without permission. "I don't want to say anything 'cause the person is here!"

Bright almost fell over in shock. "Wait, like right now?!"

Arthit froze. Shit, shit, shit, why did he say that?! Of all the lies to have gone with, his brain chose that one? What the fuck was his brain-to-mouth filter doing?! And he called himself an engineer! From the eager looks his friends were shooting him, the only kind he was was an engineer of his own demise!

Prem scowled when Arthit refused to respond. "So, where are they?"

"Promise that you won't go near them," Arthit demanded, scrambling to buy time to come up with a plan.

His friends exchanged heavy glances. With a meaningful nod, Bright spoke up, raising three fingers. "Fine, I promise I won't go near them. Now point them out."

Shit! He hadn't expected an agreement!

Arthit hastily searched the bar for someone who looked like they had come alone to pass off as his date, since the actual one was most certainly not there (not that he'd ID him to his friends anyway). His gaze fell on a lithe man in a suit who was idly swirling his glass, seated at a counter in the far corner of bar, tucked away from everyone else.

Arthit jerked his head in that direction. "That guy."

Knot, Prem and Toota immediately stood up and made a beeline for him.

"Wait, wait!" Arthit yelled after them, almost knocking his chair over in his haste to stand up. "You guys promised not to go to him!"

Bright laughed from where he was still seated on edge of the table. "Ai'Arthit, you're losing your touch. They didn't promise you anything. I did."

Arthit snarled at him, baring his teeth for good measure, before turning around and running after the other assholes he no longer considered friends to do some damage control.

But Fate seemed to be holding a grudge against him because by the time he'd managed to make his way over to the other side, his so-called friends were surrounding the guy and had already started their interrogation.

"You fuckers!" shouted Arthit. "Leave him alone!"

The four men turned to face him. Arthit's breath caught in his throat as he finally got a good look at the person he'd pointed out. Clad in a form-fitting dark grey suit with the first two buttons of its blood-red dress shirt undone, the man looked like he'd just walked out of a fashion magazine spread.

His hair was artfully mussed - the long fringe pushed up and to the side, the tips just falling into his eye - and the two studs in his ears glittered in the dim lights of the bar.

Arthit's eyes trailed over the man's high cheekbones, the sloping nose, his chiseled jaw, before finally stopping at thin, pale pink lips that were parted just the slightest. Desire pooled deep in his belly as he found his thoughts wandering down the dangerous path of imagining what they would feel like under his own.

"Ai'Arthit, so this was why you didn't want us to meet him, huh?"

Prem's amused voice dragged him back to the present. Arthit frantically tore his gaze from the man's mouth to meet the eyes of his friends, who were watching him with a mix of mirth and exasperation.

He flushed, the embarrassment of having been caught unabashedly ogling the man he had supposedly gone on a date with making itself known. His eyes widened in horror. Oh fuck, they thought he'd gone on a date with this guy!

"I can't blame him though," said Toota, grinning like a cat that had caught the canary. "If I were Arthit, I would want to lock him away so that only I could see him too."

Knot raised an eyebrow. "From the way he was drooling, I'd say they'd be doing a lot more than just looking."

Arthit was sure he resembled a tomato from how hard he was blushing. He didn't dare look at the man his friends had descended upon. Who, surprisingly, had yet to say anything about that fact (since his arrival at the very least).

"Please leave," he gritted out, painfully aware of his proximity to the other. "Please stop embarrassing me any further. I'll do anything if you just let this go, I swear it on my gear."

A warm hand wrapped around his wrist and gave a sharp yank. Yelping, Arthit promptly found himself trapped between the guy's legs, his hands braced on strong thighs which pressed against his hips with an unyielding pressure.

"Looks like the game is up darling," the man chuckled. He nuzzled Arthit's hair and murmured into it, "Just play along."

Arthit shuddered as the man's breath fanned over his ear. Struggling to process the sudden turn of events, he could only nod slightly in agreement.

The man pulled back. "I assume these are the friends you mentioned?" he asked, squeezing Arthit's waist pointedly.

Just barely catching on, Arthit replied dazedly, "Ah yes, meet Toota, Knot, and Prem."

The respective people lifted their hands in acknowledgement as their names were called. With thinly-veiled interest, they watched as Arthit made no move to disentangle himself from the man who had so casually maneuvered their PDA-aversive friend as he liked.

"I'm Kong," the man introduced himself. "I'm not sure how much Arthit's told you about me."

Knot leaned forward, resting a forearm on the counter. "That's the interesting thing. He's told us absolutely nothing."

Kong laughed, sliding an arm around Arthit's waist and turning him in his hold such that Arthit's back was flush against the former's leg. The movement seemed to shock the latter back to reality.

Arthit flung his hands off the man's legs with a squeak he'd later vehemently deny letting out. But when Kong pressed his thigh against the small of Arthit's back warningly, Arthit smartly decided to shut up and follow his lead.

"Mmm, Arthit did say he wished to spare me for as long as possible," Kong replied good-naturedly. "But looks like Fate insisted that I meet the family."

Prem barked a laugh. "That's right." He stared at Kong unwaveringly. "So, tell us about yourself."

"Well, my name's Kong and I'm 25 this year. I hold a master's in Economics and work in business. I also have 2 older sisters and a si sawat named Smoke." (A/N: si sawat, aka Korat, is a cat breed native to Thailand)

"Where did you study?"

"I studied at BU for my bachelor's but finished my master's at Stanford."

"What are your hobbies?"

"I like to read fiction. I also dabble in photography."

"What would you say are your strengths and weaknesses?"

"Ai'Prem, what's with all these questions?!" Arthit exclaimed, having had enough and about to combust from embarrassment. "This isn't a fucking interview!"

Knot smirked. "That's exactly what it is, Ai'Arthit. Your Kong here is being interviewed for the position of your faen."

These fucking friends of his! Arthit buried his face in his hands and screamed. Kong chuckled and ran a hand soothingly through Arthit's hair, the other rubbing circles on his hip. He shot the group a wordless plea for mercy, for the latter’s sake.

"Ok, ok, one last one," Toota laughed, taking pity on his poor beleaguered friend. "How many exes do you have?"

Arthit's head shot up and he half-shrieked. "Ai'Toot!"

Pressing a light kiss to the side of his head, Kong answered. "Just one. A girl I used to date in high school but broke-up with in the middle of my freshman year in university."

"Why haven't you dated anyone else?" questioned Knot. "You seem to be quite the catch."

Arthit groaned and buried his head in the crook of Kong's neck. "For fuck's sake, just kill me now and be done with it." Maybe if he closed his eyes it would all just go away.

Kong smiled down at the beautiful man in his arms. He was too adorable for words. Heck, even his angry grumbling was cute.

"Well, I had no time for a relationship because I focusing on my academics, and later, on my career. But my parents decided that it was high time I considered settling down and sent me on my first ever blind date."

Kong turned an adoring gaze towards Arthit, "That's when I met Arthit. After our date, I was absolutely sure that he was the one. But we both agreed not to rush into things and just take it slow. Though this meeting certainly sped up that timeline."

He turned back to Arthit's friends. "Do I pass?"

Prem and Knot looked at each other and then nodded.

"For now," said Knot.

Toota however, was frowning and muttering under his breath. "Kong, business, economics… and the si sawat… it all sounds really familiar, but why?" A few seconds later, he gasped in recognition and asked slowly. "By any chance is Kong short for Kongpob?"

Kong stiffened, before grimacing and nodding.

"Then… you wouldn't happen to be Kongpob Suthiluck, would you?"

Looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, Kong answered, "The one and only."

"No way!" Toota exclaimed.

Knot and Prem's jaws dropped as they stared at the man their friend was cuddling up to in a new light.

Arthit lifted his head off Kong's shoulder with a sigh. "Now what's the problem?"

His three friends turned incredulous gazes towards Arthit.

"Ai'Arthit, there's no way you can possibly be this dense…" said Prem.

Knot shook his head. "Ai'Prem, you forget. This is Arthit we're talking about. He literally has no connections to the outside world beyond us and work. He doesn't have a clue."

"Oi, I'm still here you know!"

Toota decided to put Arthit out of his misery. "Your faen's one of the heirs to the third most successful company in Thailand, a formidable businessman in his own right, and voted the most eligible bachelor of the year."

"Yeah, right," Arthit snorted disbelievingly.

Did his friends really think now was the time to try to pull one over him? What were the chances a guy like the one Toota had described was hanging out in Bright's bar of all places and playing along as the last person he'd gone on a date with?

Zero. Nada. Zilch.

Kongpob spoke up sheepishly, "I think Arthit and I need to have this conversation in private."

"Yeah," added Arthit. He narrowed his eyes at the others. "Scram."

To Arthit’s surprise, for once in their lives his friends actually obeyed him with no protests whatsoever. Though they did shoot the pair concerned and encouraging glances as they went.

Once they had left, Arthit finally relaxed. 'At least that's one problem solved,' he thought.

And then realised that he was still caged between Kongpob's thighs, the latter's arms comfortably draped around his waist. The blush that had finally died down came rushing back.

With yet another squeak he'd deny making until his last breath, Arthit attempted to lunge out of that grip. Not that he managed to get very far since Kongpob immediately grabbed him and pulled him back into an even stronger embrace.

"Kong!" he hissed.

"Sorry darling," replied Kongpob cheerily. "Can't have you running away before we even start our talk."

"I'm not running away!" he denied forcefully. "And stop calling me darling! I'm 2 years older than you so address me properly!"

"Ok P'Arthit," Kongpob agreed easily, making no move to release the man.

"Are you going to let go of me or not?!"

Kongpob hummed consideringly before whispering in his ear, "Only if you give me a kiss."

"What?!" Arthit shrieked.

"I'll let go only if you give me a kiss."

"No way!"

Kongpob pouted, leaning back to look at Arthit. "You wouldn't be so cruel as to reject your faen after he saved you from your friends, right?" He puffed out a cheek. "Just one over here."

"No! Let me go, bastard!"

"Nope. Not until I get my kiss."

Arthit looked away, ears turning red. It was clear that man holding him would not be easily deterred. Fine, Arthit had already been embarrassed plenty over the last few minutes, what was one more thing if it made his life simpler?

Gathering all his courage, Arthit dropped a quick peck on the offered cheek before pointedly staring anywhere but at the person in front of him.

"There! Are you happy now?!"

Kongpob grinned at the elder before releasing him. "Very happy. Thank you P'Arthit."

Arthit scowled and took a few giant steps away, staying carefully out of Kongpob's reach. "Now what's this about you being Kongpob Suthiluck?"

Kongpob cocked his head. "Um, not sure what you want to hear, but that's my name."

Arthit narrowed his eyes. "Do you take me for a fool?"

"No! Not at all!" replied Kongpob hastily. "That really is my name."

He pulled out a business card and handed it over to Arthit. Accepting it, Arthit studied it carefully. The gold letters on the pristine white matched everything that Kongpob had claimed to be, at least professionally.

Except, the very circumstances that they were in screamed otherwise. Which also meant that the stupidly attractive man he'd met barely 10 minutes ago was a conman of some sort. Considering how easily he’d pulled the wool over his friends’ eyes, a very skilled one too.

But why did Arthit feel so disappointed by that?

Dropping the card onto the counter, he crossed his arms. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, and frankly, I don't care. This farce ends now. Thanks for helping me out with my friends but I should really get going."

Kongpob frowned and grabbed Arthit's arm. "Wait, why are you so convinced that I'm not me?"

"Because there's no way a guy like the one Ai’Toot described would be in a place like this!" Arthit exclaimed, waving his free hand around to encompass the bar. 'Sorry Bright,' he apologised mentally.

Running his other hand through his hair, Kongpob replied frustratedly. "That's precisely why I would come here!"

Arthit froze. Ok, that did kind of make sense in its own way.

"It's fine if you don't believe me right now," said Kongpob, releasing his hold and drawing away. He pulled a fountain pen out of his pocket and scrawled a number onto the card he'd handed Arthit earlier.

Sliding it back to the other, he continued. "I'll prove it to you over and over until you're finally convinced. Are you free the whole of tomorrow?"

Arthit eyed the card cautiously before replying. "I guess?"

"Good. Be outside this bar at 10am sharp and I'll take you out on that date we claimed to have gone on," said Kongpob with a boyish grin. He stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed on his suit.

Walking up to Arthit, he stopped beside him and whispered in his ear, "I look forward to seeing you then darling." He pressed a fleeting peck on Arthit's cheek before disappearing into the crowd.

Stunned, Arthit raised a hand to his face, fingers brushing against where the faint press of Kongpob's lips still burned, before staring blankly at the card that had been left behind on the counter.

Just what exactly had he gotten himself into?

#chaptersinprogress #sotus #sotus the series #arthit x kongpob #kongarthit #kongpob x arthit #kongart #kongpob #arthit #fanfiction #fanfic #hurricane (take my breath away) #baby we're meant to be #long post #ok this is even more ooc that the last one but fk itttt

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Matters of the heart S2 ep 12

Matters of the heart

Season 2 Episode 12

The alley girl {OPENING CREDITS} {Open to a slow zoom on Varian’s house as thunder rolls in the distance; lightning flashes and we cut to the bedroom where Varian tosses and turns} Varian: ngghh...no… {We see his nightmare; Isaiah falling off the cliff; Cassandra being tortured by her power; Quirin being devoured by a black mist in the shape of a wolf; everything fades to a black void with only Estelle in the room; her back is turned to him}

Varian: E-Estelle? {She turns to him with pink and green eyes and the cut on her neck visible; when she speaks it is Zhan tiri’s voice} Estelle: Is this your happily ever after, child? {Varian jolts up in bed with a shout and wakes Zapada in the process} Zapada: mn? Iubriea mea? {Varian gets up from the bed and pours water from the pitcher into the basin on the dresser} Zapada: Another nightmare? {Varian splashes his face} Varian: Probably for the best...it’s almost dawn and I have to be at the castle… {Zapada gets up and walks over to him; she takes his hand and he looks at her} Zapada: You have barely been sleeping…and it is falling rain outside. Varian: It doesn’t matter...what matters is finding that cult and destroying them. Zapada: Varian how do you expect to do that when you look like death himself? Varian: Zapada, please… Zapada: No! You will catch your demise! Varian: and they are causing people’s demise! They took my friend, destroyed an entire kingdom, killed Estelle, my dad, my son-! Estelle: Who was no less of a son to me than the one within me, Varian!...but very well. If you want to perish before you’ve even obtained victory...then be my guest. {She walks over to the bed and lies down} Varian:...fine. {He leaves and shuts the door; Zapada’s eyes water and she quietly cries into her pillow; Cut to the morning in the Dark Kingdom; Isaiah rolls over in his cave with a groan} Isaiah:...ugh...I can’t wait to have my bed back… {A distant scream rings out in the forest and Isaiah jolts up} Girls voice: NOT AGAIN! AHHHHH!! Isaiah: H-Hang on! I’m coming! {Isaiah runs through the trees and hops over rocks; he rushes as fast as he can and arrives at a clearing; cautiously he steps forward} Isaiah:...hello? Girls voice: Up here you pillock... {Isaiah looks up to see a young girl hanging from a tree branch by her foot} Isaiah:......*snerk* Girl: Snicker one more time and it’ll cost your tongue. Isaiah: heh...sorry, here let me help you dow- Girl: no I got it… {She takes out a shiv and starts cutting the rope} Isaiah: If you have everything under control why did you scream? Girl:  you ever heard of frustration?  also, I was yanked up into a tree anyone would scream! Isaiah: I-... I can't argue with that… {she cuts through the rope and starts falling} Girl: AH! {Isaiah lunges and catches her} Girl: Hmph! Get off me! Stinky boy! {She gets up and fixes the bandana on her head} Isaiah: Soooo...i’m Isaiah! {He puts out a hand and she stares at it for a moment before going to pick up her bag} Isaiah:....ookkkaaayy… Girl:...Verbena. Isaiah: huh? Verbena: my name is Verbena. Isaiah: O-oh! Okay! Cool! So what’cha doing out here? Verbena: Foraging. Isaiah: oh..cool..yup…… {She stares at him and then groans} Verbena: ...if your coming along, keep up and shut up. Isaiah: R-right! Got it! {he runs up and stays next to her} Isaiah:...so what are we foraging? Verbena: ugghh… {Cut to Catalina walking down into the dungeon; she looks disturbed and angry; she stands in front of Noremoths cell}Catalina: I’d like to talk to the prisoner in this cell, please. Pete:...you’re sure? Catalina: just open the door… {Pete goes over and unlocks the door; Catalina walks in and bares her fangs in a growl; Noremoth looks up} Noremoth: Catalina! {She slams the door closed} Noremoth: Cat I can explain! Catalina: Oh I’m all ears! But lets review! You lied to me, you’re part of a dangerous cult, you killed people, and you attacked Corona multiple times. Did I miss anything? Noremoth: nope that’s uh...pretty much it. {She throws her hands up and walks to the other side of the cell} Noremoth: ...I never meant to hurt you. Catalina: No you only meant to lie, kill, and steal. Noremoth: Technically I never lied- {She gets close to his face, baring her fangs and eyes turning red} Noremoth: BAH! Okay! Okay! Relax! Catalina: You don’t get it do you!? Noremoth: What!? Catalina: I trusted you! I..I liked you! And you betrayed me! You hurt my friends! You hurt my kingdom! And I hate you for it! I honestly wish I had the strength to end you I would gladly tear your throat out for my friend and family! Noremoth: Cat… {Catalina shakes her head and runs out of the cell and slams the door} Noremoth:...smooth ol’ boy...smooth. {Fade to the cult HQ; Larkspur sits in her room with messy hair and a disheveled appearance; she takes a knife and throws it at a Coronian flag she has on her wall; a knock sounds at her door} Vergus: Mistress? {She tumbles out of her bed and fixes herself} Larkspur: C-Come in! Vergus: Mistress,  we were badly battered from the recent battle.  we have many wounded and we're running out of supplies. Larkspur:  and our vessel? Vergus:   despite the doubtless psychological harm that she suffered she appears to be in good health. Larkspur: That is all you needed to say I really don't give a rat's arse about her “psychological harm” Vergus:  regardless mistress, we must obtain more supplies.  the dark kingdom has a trade port. it's about two days’ time from our hideaway. Larkspur:  then what are you still doing here? get together a small group of those that aren't wounded and go obtain things to replenish our supply. Vergus:  well there's one more thing mistress. Larkspur: of course there is. Vergus:  we wish to know what you plan to do now. Noremoth has been captured.  and he didn't exactly leave on the best terms.  he's a serious threat and could easily be giving away information.  we wish to know your orders. Larkspur: hmm.. well it is true he could be a threat.  but we can't just go barreling into Corona.  as you said before we're all wounded and need time to heal,  on top of everything we're low on supplies.  I suppose we should plan for a battle then. if we don't attack they surely will attack us. looks like this little war is at a standstill. Vergus: Mistress? Larkspur:  take a small group of the members that aren't wounded.  go to the dark Kingdom, obtain the supplies that we require,  but also try and recruit some new members. look for the lowlifes of the town.  people who are desperate, weak of heart, there should be plenty.  if we're going to fight a battle in the future we should have more able-bodied men and women. Vergus: Yes mistress. Larkspur:  and Vergus? don't disappoint me. {cut to Verbena walking into the kingdom gates with Isaiah in tow} Verbena: So let me get this straight.  you got separated from your family and you're here for at least another week until you can find enough reserves for a four day trip on foot back to Corona. Isaiah: That pretty much sums it up yeah… Verbena:  well you're doomed. Isaiah: Wait wha-Verbena! Benny! May I call you Benny? Verbena: no. Isaiah: Benny,  what do you mean I'm doomed!? Verbena:  look I've been surviving on these streets by myself for 2 years.  I have survived starvation, infection, and almost dying of exposure.  I’m a big girl and I can tell just by looking at you, you wouldn't last a day. Isaiah: oh ho really? How so? Verbena:  do I really have to explain?  from what you've been telling me you relied too heavily on the grown-ups around you. you can't do that when you're living on the streets. a street kid has seen no lesser than a rat.  you have to do what you can to survive which means doing things that you aren’t gonna be happy with. Isaiah:  how old are you? Six?  who hurt you? Verbena: actually I'm this many! *holds up fingers*  7 almost 8. my parents died in a house fire. I’ve been living on my own ever since. Isaiah:  why don't you just go to an orphanage? {She grabs his face and pulls him down} Verbena: I WILL NEVER EVER GO TO THAT MEAN PLACE! Isaiah: Okay! Okay! Geez! {she lets go and starts walking before they both hear a grumble; she turns and looks at him} Verbena:  are you kidding me? when was the last time you ate? Isaiah:... on the ship. Verbena: ugghh.. helpless utterly helpless.  come on stinky let's find you something to eat. {Fade to Lily looking out a window from the seat in her room; she sniffles and wipes a tear before a knock is at her door} Cyrus: Lily? It’s me!...it’s all of us really. {Eddard opens the door} Cyrus: Wow rude...she didn’t express we could come in! Eddard: Lily? You okay sis?{Her sister Rosie sits by her} Rosie: Your handmaiden said that you've been turning away all sorts of food even your favorite. Cyrus:  you love lemon meringue pie. Lily:  I just don't feel it… {They all look at each other concerned; Eugene walks in} Eugene: don’t worry guys...I got this. All: Dad! Eugene:  if you guys could give us the room I think your sister needs some one-on-one with her awesome dad. Cyrus: Yes father. {all but Eddard walk out of the room before Cyrus goes back and pulls him out} Eugene: Lily?...sweetheart you can’t keep doing this.  I know it hurts but- Lily:  no you don't know! You can’t possibly know! {Eugene jumps} Lily:  I should have gone with you. Eugene:  no.  that would have been ten times worse.  you could have been killed then. Lily:  maybe then I could have stopped them from killing my best for him. Eugene: there was nothing we could have done.  Lily none of this was your fault. none of this was anyone's fault. it wasn't supposed to happen this way. Lily: I liked ‘saiah… Eugene: I know princess… Lily: no I...I like liked him… Eugene: wait, you...OH...ohh… {Lily sobs} Eugene: oh princess c’mere… {Eugene picks her up and holds her in his lap; she snuggles into his chest} Eugene: It’s gonna be okay..it may not seem like it now but..it..it will...it will {he holds her tighter as it zooms out on them; cut to Varian tiredly exiting his Lab in the castle; he walks a bit before stopping and look up at the giant door he’s passing by; Zapada’s words from that morning ring in his head; he sets his stuff down} Varian:...Herz Der Sonne’s journal. {He looks around before he places a hand on the door} Varian:...I must be outta my damn mind. {Varian opens the door to the room and walks up to the journal; he sighs} Varian: I can’t believe I’m doing this… {He opens the book and flips through it; he stops at a page and stares at it before running his hand over it: he sighs} Varian: ….I really screwed up, huh?  failed to protect you...failed to protect our son.  Seems just yesterday we were here. {He smiles sadly and scoffs} Varian:  I really was still a stupid kid wasn't I?   thinking all of our problems would be solved because we signed a stupid book. {Fade to a flashback of him and Estelle sneaking in the room; Estelle runs over to the journal as Varian closes the door} Estelle:  has anyone seen us? Varian: not from what I've seen. Estelle: Good.  in my opinion, this has to be a private affair. Varian: indeed your grace. Estelle:  Ew don’t call me that. {they chuckle and Estelle opens the journal to a blank page; She then takes a quill but hesitates} Varian: …Estelle? You okay? Estelle: Oh! Y-Yes! Right as rain! Varian: we don't have to do this if you don't want to... I'm not going to hold it against you. Estelle:  no!  I want to do this. the last journal existed for hundreds of years.  I don't want there to only be a record of me being tied to that... Pompous duke!. Varian: won’t people find out? Estelle:  nobody goes back and looks at the other Pages until it's been decades maybe more.  please...Varian. I want to share a page with the man I love. The man I choose. {Varian looks stunned for a second but then his face softens; He takes a Quill and both sign the journal; Estelle kisses him; they stay in each other’s arms} Estelle: Well...it seems to be official now. Varian: yeah… Estelle: for better or for worse… Varian: No matter what happens… {Fade out and cut to the page with their names on it; a tear drips on the page; Varian sniffles and wipes his eyes before staring blankly at the page; with a cold stare he tears the page from the journal and stuffs it in his vest; cut to him walking out of the room and stopping to lean against the wall} Rapunzel: Varian! There you are! We’ve all been looking for you! Varian: for me? How can I help Rapunzel? Rapunzel:....you’re...not gonna like it. {Lance walks forward with a drink bottle} Varian: What is this? Eugene: a drink to share with Noremoth. Varian: ...Excuse me!? Rapunzel: Now Varian, please… Varian: No Hold up! You want me to share a drink with the man that murdered my family!? Eugene: Varian I know your upset with him but- Varian: Upset? you think i’m just UPSET with that man!? i’m 1000x more than that, Eugene! Rapunzel: okay enough! Both of you! Varian, We need information from him. from what we've heard him say he seems to be innocent of most of the crimes here. Varian: what!? Rapunzel:  from what he's been telling us it was mostly Larkspur giving the orders.  Quirin's death was an accident according to him,  he didn't know that Estelle was going to be the first target,  and Isaiah fell off the cliffs when Noremoth wasn't anywhere near him. It's the only information he was willing to give us. Lance:  he just keeps asking us to kill him and be done with it. Keira: and why don't we!?  okay so my Quirin's death was an accident but that means he still tried to kill Varian! And look at Catalina! Rapunzel:  I promise you, there will be consequences for him but right now his information is invaluable. If we're going to avenge Isaiah and anyone else that was killed at the cults hand we’re going to need his help. {Varian eyes the bottle before walking off with it} Catalina: Varian just...just don’t hurt him too bad… Varian:...no promises. {Cut to Isaiah in the marketplace of the dark kingdom} Isaiah: geez... bread here is so expensive. Verbena:  that's cause wheat doesn't do well here so we have to im-..im… Isaiah: ...Import? Verbena: yeah! import it from other kingdoms. Isaiah: seriously how are you alive? Verbena: I guess i’m just smarter than you. Isaiah: you little- Verbena: shh!...look! Isaiah: what? {She points to a small bag of moldy bread} Verbena: It's all we got. Isaiah: how are we going to the new convince him to sell us- {Verbena rushes in and grabs it before taking off} Baker: STOP! THIEF! Isaiah: BENNY!? Verbena: Lets go! {they both run through the street weaving around people as the baker chases them; At one point Benny trips and picks up as much of the bread as she can; The baker goes to grab her but Isaiah picks up an apple from a cart and throws it, hitting him in the nose} Baker: Filthy street pest! You broke my nose! Augh! {Isaiah runs up to her and pulls her into the alleyway} Verbena:...well...that could’ve gone better. Isaiah: Yeah i’ll say! What in the hell was any of that!? Verbena: I was getting us food! Isaiah: By stealing it!? I have coin! I could have bought food! Verbena: if I knew that I would have let you but like I said before, You gots to do things you don't like! Isaiah: Screw that!  I've never once even considered stealing food! if need be I would have gone to the forest and searched for food or dug in a trash can! I never would have stolen from anyone! now look what I did I broke some poor man's nose for you! Verbena:  and because of that we have dinner.  when it comes to survival sometimes you gotta be bad. Isaiah:  I would rather risk everything than hurt someone again! Verbena:...Again? {Isaiah jumps at his own words and gently touches his scar; Verbena sighs and hands him a stale roll of bread from the bag} Verbena:  ...here... just eat it. {Isaiah swipes the roll and takes a bite; Verbena grabs her own roll and picks the mold off before eating; she hears sniffles and looks over to see Isaiah wiping his eyes as he eats} Verbena:...why me? {She walks over and plops down by him eating her bread; Isaiah looks over to her leaning on him} Verbena:...sorry... {he smiles and leans on her as they eat; cut to Varian outside Noremoths door at night; Pete unlocks it for him and he walks in} Noremoth: Well.. this is a surprise.

Varian: be quiet… Noremoth:  did you really just walk in here just to tell me to shut up? Varian: and if I did? Noremoth: well not like I can do anything except call you a massive jerk. Varian: you see there's a lot of irony in the idea of you calling me a massive jerk. Noremoth:  whatever... what's that? Varian:  this? {he holds up the bottle} Noremoth:  no the Dancing Cockatoo on your head.. yes the bottle! Varian: thought you could use a drink. I can't imagine the water down here is very sanitary. Noremoth: What is it? Varian: I have absolutely no clue but all I know is it doesn't smell very good. Noremoth: then it is my kind of speed. {Varian pours two glasses and goes to hand him one} Varian: oh...wait… Noremoth: Yes Varian... I'll just levitate the glass with my unicorn powers. Varian: oh shut up… {He goes to unlock his wrists; Noremoth rubs them; Varian hands him the drink and he sits down on the ground with him} Varian: well this brings back memories. Noremoth:  drinking in a Cell brings back memories? Varian: the cell itself dingus...  I forget...it's been what.. 18..19 years… Noremoth:  yes I've heard your story.  I believe we only met after the death of Zhan tiri.  you went traveling right? Varian:  I was gifted the title of Royal engineer. but I needed a break from Corona after everything that happened.  I decided to go on a scientific Expedition.  I wanted to learn how the Sun Drop , the Moonstone, and the black rocks had affected other kingdoms.  I also wanted to learn more about me and see if there was a more scientific explanation for all of it. perhaps a new branch of science that we hadn't even discovered yet. Noremoth:  and then we came in and screwed everything up didn't we? {Noremoth smirks and sips his drink} Varian:  you can say that again. instead of a scientific expedition, I found myself trying to thwart you guys every time I entered a new kingdom. Noremoth:  we were very diverse with our recruiting.  Misfits of all the Seven Kingdoms joining together to create a new world order with help from the power of Zhan tiri and a vessel hosting the magic for us. Varian:... why Cassandra? Noremoth:... that was larkspur's doing. I grew up in Corona. I was here for that great battle. Varian:...What? I didn't see you at all. Noremoth: I don't know where I was born but I do know I grew up in an orphanage not too far from Corona.  orphanages paint such a pretty picture.  oh we care for orphaned so therefore we're Saints! puh!... I left the orphanage when I was 12 I couldn't stand it anymore and then I was a street child in Corona.  therefore I was useless.  I was here for everything. Varian: Everything? Noremoth:  yes... everything. how did you make your raccoon that size? Varian:  Okay moving on!  you never answered my question. Noremoth:  right... I told her about how Cassandra was the wielder of the Moonstone and how I saw her come into Corona many times.  I even told her about the time she practically destroyed the whole Kingdom with black rocks.  Larkspur insisted that that was who we had to have his The Vessel. I don't know why but I think it's because she thought she can handle it. Varian:  so why did you join the cult? Noremoth: I left Corona once I was old enough same as you. I met t Larkspur and she told me her ideas. I was sick of being treated differently for things that I couldn't control.  people assuming that I was filthy, uneducated, and just overall waste of space because I was an orphan Street child.  I want to spare future generations of that that's why I joined.  I've always had a code. never hurt women or children. Varian: BUT- Noremoth:  I was never near your son when he fell and that wasn't supposed to happen.  I didn't know that Cassandra’s first kill was Isaiah’s mother.  as for your father... I want you to know that I gave Larkspur hell for that.  I'm sorry. I tried to do good things for the world by joining this cult but it seems that I've only brought misery. I’m...truly sorry about that. {Noremoth picks up his cup; Varian watches him with a despondent look} Noremoth: ...Salut 

Varian:......Salut. {They clink glasses and both take a sip before Varian coughs and sputters and Noremoth laughs; fade to Isaiah leaning against a barrel in the alley asleep; Verbena walks over and kicks him} Isaiah: OW! Hey, what the- Verbena: Sh! C’mon! I gots to show you something! {Isaiah rolls his eyes and follows; she leads him out into the dark barren street} Isaiah: ...Okay, I'm out here now what? Verbena:  any second now… {They stand for a minute or two; Isaiah goes to say something to her but then notices a glow; He looks up to see colours dancing in the sky} Isaiah: Whoa... aurora borealis… Verbena: what? Isaiah:  Aurora Borealis is also known as the Northern Lights I read about it in my books back home.  I didn't know the dark Kingdom had such a cool view of it. Verbena:  I overheard some grown-up say that the lights only started appearing after the black rocks disappeared. that was way before I was born. Isaiah: and how old do you think I am? that's before I was born to! Verbena:  you're old and stinky! {Isaiah smirks and tickles her; she squeals and giggles} Isaiah: Oh am I!? I’m old and stinky? Well, you’re tiny and spiteful! {she squeals and giggles; Isaiah smiles and looks up at the sky with a sad smile} Verbena: do you miss your family? {Isaiah turns to look at her} Verbena:  I miss mine too. I miss my mommy. Isaiah:...me too squirt...me too.

#tangled #tangled the series #TTS #RTA #Varian #Rapunzel #lance strongbow #Eugene Fitzherbert #princess lily #Noremoth #matters of the heart #MotH #oldervarian #varian x oc #Varian x Zapada #Isaiah #tts oc #rta oc #fanfic

[yesloverboy]

Never Let You Go (mgk! Tommy Lee x Reader)

Requested: Anon

“I have 2 requests but they are completely up to your interpretation anyways, so for one like tommy taking care of his drunk girlfriend or friend or whatever you want and then another request would be tommy (lol love my tommy) where like the reader and tommy are friends and they’re at a bar and readers ex is there and shit goes down. Hopefully those make sense, do what you want!”

Note: Listen, I know it’s been a hot minute but my love for Tommy and Crüe will never die so thanks for being patient! Love y’all bunches and I will be posting about my updated writing schedule shortly. 

word count: 2,712

[Warnings: blood, violence, cheating, toxic relationships, swearing, and alcohol mention.]

permanent tags: @colsonbakersnoseringmain, @lululovesgwtw, @kingbouji3

mötley tags: @lauravic 

tommy tags: @chlobo6

 After your breakup, you were almost certain that not even all the alcohol in the world could drown your problems. Heartache left an unfillable void in your chest that wanted to suck every last bit of your happiness deep down inside, never to be seen again. Luckily, your best friend, Tommy, was determined to spend the entire weekend proving you wrong. According to Tommy, alcohol can drown any problem if you’re with the right people– and he just so happens to be your favorite person in the entire world.

 If someone were to ask you weeks– maybe even days –ago, you would’ve claimed that your boyfriend Kyle, of three and a half years, held the position of favorite in your heart. That is, until you found him grunting and thrusting into a woman that most definitely wasn’t you. Hell, she wasn’t even a woman you knew. As it turned out, your beloved boyfriend had been fucking other women on and off since they day you’d met.

 Teary-eyed and utterly brokenhearted, you went to the only person you knew who could hold you together at a time like this– Tommy. In his usual fashion, Tommy had greeted your desperate raps on his door with a goofy grin and open arms. However, once his blue eyes met your red-rimmed ones, his chipper mood quickly dissolved into concern.

 “Hey button, what’s the matter?” Tommy asked, using his long arms to envelop you in a tight bear hug. Button had been his nickname for you ever since grade school. Tommy had always been bad with names, and the rainbow buttons of your first-day-of-school overalls sealed your place in Tommy’s memory from that day forward.

 You had prepared what you were going to tell Tommy on the cab ride over but, the moment he uttered your nickname, everything fell to pieces. Big, fat tears welled up in your eyes, dripping onto Tommy’s shirt like heavy rain. To your relief, he didn’t press any more questions your way. Instead, he shushed you softly and tucked you through the doorway with a protective arm.

 It wasn’t long before Tommy had you curled on the couch, wrapped tightly in a quilted blanket with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He gave you time to cry out the rest of your frustration as he ran his long fingers through the snags in your hair. Tommy didn’t say much, even if seeing you in crisis mode devastated him to the core. You were always the strong one of the two of you, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to keep it together while you crumbled at his feet.

 After a while, your sobs eventually devolved into pitiful sniffles, allowing you to catch your breath enough to finally speak. When you finally mustered up the courage to tell Tommy what your boyfriend– well, ex-boyfriend – had done to you, his blood began to boil incessantly beneath his skin. Tommy wanted Kyle dead. Hell, deader than dead. If you hadn’t just been sobbing in his arms for the past hour, he’d already be on the phone with Nikki to plot your ex’s demise.

 Tommy physically couldn’t comprehend how a slimeball like Kyle could possibly have it in him to cheat on a girl like you for so long. You were patient, kind, and positively beautiful in Tommy’s eyes. For most people, a guy like Tommy is a lot to handle, but you never asked him to shrink himself in the presence of other people. You loved Tommy’s ‘too-much-ness’, as you affectionately called it, and wanted nothing more than to bottle it up and save some for the rainy days. Unfortunately, this day had been the rainiest of them all.

 Although he would never admit it, you were Tommy’s dream girl, and he would do whatever it took to make you feel like your old self again. Even if it were only for a few, fleeting moments in between bloodshot eyes and broken cries.

...

 It’s that same desire to make you happy that has Tommy dragging you to some sleazy new wave club halfway across town. You and Tommy are renowned metalheads in the L.A. music scene, but you can’t deny the way that the heavy synth and pounding bass lifts your spirits from the inside. As much as you despise its trendy nature, the appeal of cheap pop music isn’t entirely lost on you, and going to the last place anyone would expect to see you is exactly what you need right now.

 The club is packed full of patrons, each demonstrating new and interesting ways to incorporate nylon and neoprene into their glowing ensembles. You and Tommy undoubtedly stick out like sore thumbs, but you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face as he takes your hands and swings you across the dancefloor. You Spin Me Round blares through the sound system, causing the light-up floor to vibrate obnoxiously beneath your feet.

 Tommy picks you up and begins spinning you around in his arms at a dizzying pace, causing you to erupt into a fit of cringes and laughter. The two of you haven’t even made it to the bar yet and you’re already giggling and shoving each other like a pair of carefree idiots. Tommy’s childlike sense of fun and comforting grasp bandaids the gaping hole in your chest for a moment, but the fear of your all-encompassing sadness leaking out again makes you shiver beneath the strobing lights.

 As if he can read your mind, Tommy’s roughhousing ceases so he can stop and look at you. His dark blue eyes scan yours for any sign of an imminent breakdown on the horizon, but you quickly plaster on a brave face. You have no reason to hide the wave of sadness passing through you, but figure there’s no time like the present to practice looking fine in front of those you love.

 Before Tommy can ask if you’re okay, you bounce on your tiptoes and grasp at his shoulder for leverage. “I’m going to get us some drinks, okay?” you project your weak voice into Tommy’s ear, practically yelling over the pulsating music.

 Tommy seems to get the idea and offers you a weak smile as you turn towards the bar. Stay here, you mouth and Tommy shoots a reassuring thumbs up in your direction. With a shaky breath, you maneuver your way through the energetic crowd, doing your best to scout out the farthest available bartender. Initially, the crowd and the noise did a great job of clouding your memory, but now you needed a little extra help from some good, old fashioned hard liquor.

 You belly up to the bar, relieved that the music is just quiet enough in this corner of the club that you don’t have to strain your voice as much. Giving the bartender your best fake smile, you order yourself a double vodka soda and a Jack and Coke for Tommy. It feels like it’s going to be a long night, and you could use all the help you can get to even dream of keeping up with Tommy’s excessive drinking.

 Just as you’re about to grab the glasses and search for your lanky companion, you sense an all too familiar presence at your side.

“Y/N? Baby, is that you?”

 You suck in a breath, the sickly sweet tone of Kyle’s voice driving an icy stake into your palpitating heart. No, no, no, no, you flounder, this can’t be happening. You turn around, mouth running dry as soon as your eyes meet the confident gaze of your ex-lover. It was a look you had seen a hundred times before, and yet the familiarity of it all is exactly what’s bringing you to your knees.

 Kyle takes a step forward and you immediately find yourself taking an instinctive step back, the base of your spin quickly bumping harshly into the bar’s edge. Kyle rests a casual hand on the bar next to your hip, not exactly pinning you to the spot, but making it more than apparent that he doesn’t want you to leave just yet.

 “Thought that was you, sweetheart, I’d recognize that tight ass anywhere,” Kyle purs, looking down on you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, “Miss me yet?”

 The ice in yours and Tommy’s drinks rattles in its glasses, giving away the tremor in your nervous hands. You want to yell, scream, cry– anything, but you find yourself frozen to the spot. The memory of Kyle on top of that mystery woman in your shared bed replays in your head like a threat, reminding you that he never really loved you at all. Feeling small and pathetic in front of the man that abused your trust for so long, you silently pray that the floor might swallow you up.

 You grit your teeth as hot tears blur your vision, but do not speak. A sob starts to build in your throat and, before you’re able to release it, a flash of movement catches your eye. Looking past Kyle, you’re relieved to find Tommy storming over to the scene with bared teeth and clenched fists.

 “Hey asshole!” Tommy growls, jerking Kyle’s shoulder back in an effort to yank him away from your trembling form. The look of overwhelming fear and anxiety in your eyes fans the fire in Tommy’s chest, and it takes all of his strength not to drag your ex to the floor right then and there. In all your years of knowing Tommy, you never imagined he could ever look this furious and you find yourself getting scared.

 You aren’t scared of Tommy, no, you could never be– you were scared for Kyle.  

 Kyle just laughs and brushes at his lapels for show, raising his hands in mock surrender, “Easy there, man. I was just about to ask my girl if she wanted a ride home, is all. Isn’t that right, hon?”

 The cockiness in Kyle’s voice turns your stomach as he looks back at you expectantly, silently willing you to comply. Your eyes dart between him and Tommy, and you can already picture how the next couple of minutes are going to unfold.

 Tommy steps directly into your ex’s personal space, the visible height difference making Kyle shift his jaw nervously. To anyone passing by, Kyle probably appeared to be in total control, but you knew him well enough to recognize the look on his face. He’s in deep shit, and he knows it.

 “Funny you call her that, Kyle,” Tommy spits, his voice dripping with venom as he presses an accusatory finger into Kyle’s chest. “Make no mistake, I heard you had a girl– actually, a long list of girls. But Y/N? Yeah, she ain’t one of them. Never was.”

 Kyle laughs nervously, puffing out his chest in a weak attempt to seem taller. “Is that right? Then what is she, then? Your girl?”

 “And what if she is? What the fuck are you going to do about it?”

 Tommy’s face is only a few inches away from Kyle’s, the tension in the air so palpable that even the bartender across the way seems to be frozen it. The bass from the dancefloor thumps ominously in the distance, its hollow thud matching the heaviness of your heartbeat.

 To your surprise, Kyle is the first to relent. Casting you a bitter glance, he shoves Tommy’s chest away from his and begins backing slowing out of the room. His eyes never leave Tommy’s, watching him with the same caution as a zookeeper getting ready to feed a hungry lion. You breathe a sigh of relief, but it comes far too soon.

 “Fine, have her,” Kyle hisses, “she’s a lousy lay, anyways.”

 The moment the insult left your ex’s lips, his fate was sealed. Tommy’s restraint melts away as he lunges forward, his fist swiftly connecting against Kyle’s nose with a sickening crack. Blood spurts out from Kyle’s face and onto the glowing floor like a broken spigot, instantly causing your stomach to flip queasily. Even in the low lighting you can see splotches of ruby red seeping into the fabric of his stark white shirt.  

 Kyle stumbles backward, falling disoriented to the floor. He cries out in agony but Tommy continues to stalk forward, relentlessly hunting him into a corner like some kind of feral animal. You know it can only get uglier from here and, as much as you’ve enjoyed seeing Kyle eat his words, you really don’t want to add bailing Tommy out of jail to your to-do list.

 Before Tommy can cock back his fist for another hit, you catch his arm. The glasses you were previously grasping in your hands clatter noisily to the floor, the watered down alcohol and soda pooling lazily at your feet.

 “Tommy, that’s enough,” you warn, but the words are cushioned by tenderness you feel for him. All ever Tommy wanted to do was shelter you from all the bad things in the world, and you’d be lying if you couldn’t admit that he did it well.

 With an angry sigh, Tommy begrudgingly allows you to pull him to your side. Snaking his arm protectively around your shoulders, he frowns slightly as you shiver beneath his touch. It pains him to see you this way, shaking with anxiousness in the presence of a man you used to give all your love to– a love that he didn’t even deserve. Without thinking Tommy presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, the touch so faint you almost miss it.

 “I’ve got you, button,” Tommy whispers, his voice barely audible over the music. Your heart somersaults in your chest as you gaze up at Tommy, your watery eyes connecting with his soft blues. Even panting and red-faced from his encounter with your ex, he still has the same happy face that drew you to him all those years ago.

 Without a second thought, you lace your fingers with Tommy’s, holding his arm in place as it rests on your frame. “Let’s go home,” you sniffle, nuzzling his bruised knuckles with the side of your tear-stained cheek.

 You lead Tommy out of the club, leaving Kyle moaning pathetically in a pool of his own blood. Not even a bartender or a bouncer cared to bat an eye at his pitiful display, and you can’t help but wonder if he would look the same after suffering a broken nose. Kyle may have left a permanent stain on your heart, but Tommy made sure he wouldn’t be able to so much as look in the mirror without remembering what he had done to you.

 The summer air is balmy outside the club as you and Tommy await the next available cab. You stand in comfortable silence, your form still pressed firmly against his side as he puffs on a cigarette absentmindedly. Tommy’s free hand curls around the ends of your hair, the small, intimate gesture causing you to blush.

 “So,” you say finally, breaking the silence, “your girl, huh?”

 Tommy’s eyes widen, his blue irises swimming in orbs of white. “Oh, uh, that? That was nothing– just, uh, don’t worry about it–” he stammers, his face flushing pink with embarrassment.

 With a grin, you rise to your tiptoes and place a gentle kiss on Tommy’s cheek, stunning him into silence. “Someday,” you whisper, “Maybe not today, but someday soon.”

 Your words tumble through the night air like a promise, intertwining with Tommy’s ever visible heartstrings and grasping tightly. Tommy always fell for girls hard and fast, but with you it was different. His love for you only grew with each passing moment, embedding itself in every look and every action until it all culminated into a single punch. You were what he had always been looking for, and he was exactly what you had been missing all along.

 Tommy holds you tight for the rest of the evening, playing with your fingers on the cab ride home to eventually tangling his legs with yours as the two of you collapse in a heap on his couch. No matter what happens, no matter how long it takes– Tommy would be yours forever, and forever isn’t nearly long enough.

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Hello! I love your writing and all your stories! Going to make a weird request.. A merman Noctis x reader fic? Like Insomnia was an underwater kingdom and Noctis fell in love with human s/o. How did they meet? How would the love develop? Is there an evil that threatens the couple? How would the kingdom react to meeting Noctis love? Would s/o want to stay on land or want to go to Insomnia with the merman prince? An epilogue after everything? (I know it's a lot you don't have to do all of it lol)

Ohhh! The ever popular Mermaid AU! I’m honored! With this request, I have officially entered the ranks of a true fandom author! Lol 😘 And this is officially my 100th post on this blog!! WOOT! 🎉

I’ve actually been super excited to get to this request! It got a bit out of hand, so it’s taken a while to write. Super inspired by Disney, like it was a 5 hour Disney karaoke party while writing this.  I hope you enjoy!

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Sleepless Waters

Waves crashed on the rocky shore, the clouds darkened, and the winds whipped, but it was all far away from the young prince, safe below the surface of the sea. He slept peacefully in the arms of his father, King Regis of the Lucian Sea.

Far above, your young self watched the storm out a farm house’s window. Three other families had come to stay with you through the storm, fearing their homes would be washed away. The presence of others by your side during nature’s fury brought peace to your young heart, but you ached for the adventure of the storm.

The merpeople of the the Lucian Sea were something of a myth to the people of Eos. There were ancient tales of them coming to the aid of the land dwellers during great wars with the daemons, bringing with them water magic and the aid of monsters from the deep. They granted the coastal towns prosperous fishing when the smoke of conflict cleared and crops had been razed. The Lucian people brought the entire world back from the brink of death, only to suddenly vanish below the waves, never to be heard from again.

Occasionally, sailors would return to alehouses claiming to have seen the merpeople or been rescued by one. These rumors would be chocked up to saltwater filled delusions.

To the merpeople, humans were an honorless folk, quick to violence and disregarding the wellbeing of their own people. Their ancient murals told of a war for Eos the where man and mer fought as allies. As the battle settled, the mer tried to help rebuild by providing man with the secrets of the ocean. The kingdoms of man hoarded them. Coastal countries kept the food and resources for themselves, using their newfound strength to conquer the inland countries they had starved.

The people of the sea were as one country, always valuing their fellow soul. Upon seeing the power struggle of the land, the mer were disgusted any being could do that to one of their own. The ancient kings vowed to leave the sunlit kingdoms to their own demise, distancing their people to save them from such a fate. From then on, an oath was taken by every mer not to interact with man upon penalty of death.

For two millennia the kingdom of water has watched man silently from beyond the rocky coast.

Now a young man, Prince Noctis hated this silence. He like to watch the humans as they played on the beach, keeping his eyes just above water. The children would build structures together to watch them be swept away in the tide. He saw them chase each other and protect one another. Their games were fascinating to him.

For now, he watched another young person as they practiced sword techniques on the beach. He cringed at their form, but their endurance was admirable.

As they practiced, a young crocodile took interest. Tail leaving trenches in the sand, it snuck towards Noctis’s ward. He began to panic: with the wind in their ears, the would-be-knight couldn’t hear the monster coming towards them.

Closer it crept.

Closer still.

“BEHIND YOU!” Noctis yelled, popping out of the water. He was just in time. You turned around to see the crocodile before it attacked. Being able to take the offensive, you easily dispatched the small monster.

Blushing profusely, Noctis dipped below the water. What had he just done? He had just spoken to a human! What was going to happen?

He heard muffled yelling above the water.

“Hello?!” You cried from the beach. Someone had just saved your life…didn’t they? You could have sworn someone had shouted a warning to you about the crocodile.  But there was no one on the beach…

“WHAT IS IT CHILD?!?” An elder called down from the cliff above.

“Nothing,” you called back.

“Good! Then get up here and get back to work!”

You sighed. Farm work wasn’t for you. It was too monotonous. Only the seasons changed and even they brought predictable work. Your childhood friends were content with working their parents’ fields, but you were not. The land held promise, but you were not one to be rooted in place.

You took one last look out at the sea before heading towards the path leading away from the beach. Noctis watched you go.

Each day you returned to practice on the beach and each day Noctis returned to watch you. Neither absence went unnoticed. Elders became increasingly disgruntled with you abandoning your work. Noctis’s guards and friends began to look for him.

The prince was noting your improved swing, helped by a book next to you, when he was pulled below the waves by a sharp yank! Momentarily disheveled by the oncoming water, he tried to lash out at his attacker. His swings were blocked by strong arms.

“Crown Prince, what in the seven seas are you doing?” Ignis, his advisor and lifelong friend waited below the waves, having pulled the Prince down.

“Specs!” Noctis came to, rubbing his head. Ignis’s tail swished in annoyance waiting for Noctis’s answer. “Er, nothing. Just…watching the sky.”

“Doubtful.” Ignis replied, adjusting his spectacles. “Let us be off.”

Noct began to follow Ignis’s dive, but hesitated, looking over his shoulder to the surface. The act was noted with pity by Ignis. The future king escaped punishment by King Regis thanks to the kindness of his friend.

Noctis returned to the surface that night. He didn’t see what the past kings seemed to see in the humans. They had been kind to each other, only using violence to protect each other. They couldn’t be such awful creatures!

He pulled himself onto a stone, sitting up so as to watch the full moon. He didn’t hear you making your way down the path.

You had come down to the beach to watch the sky, far away from the revelry of the villagers. Today marked a harvest festival. The same villagers would be eating the same food they did every year and dancing with the same people. You had no interest in the festivities.

You saw a figure sitting on a rock just beyond the tide. Was it a daemon? Was it a stranger?

“Hello?” you called out. You saw the figure flinch and fall into the water. Fearing they could be hurt and drown, you waded out to the stone.

It was like no one had been there. You heard a splashing behind you. “Hello?” you asked the empty night, again. More splashing, this time it was violent. It was coming from one of the nearby traps the fishermen had put out!

You ran through the darkness to the sound. Rounding a boulder, bathed in moonlight, you found the strangest sight of your life. Tangled in the fishing nets, you saw a merman! A handsome, dark haired man with blue scales and dark eyes. The two of you stared at each other.

Was this an actual merman? What was he doing here? Your head was spinning with questions.

The man gritted his teeth and cuffed as you approached him. You pulled a knife from your boots and he raised his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to free you…” You said, raising your hands to him. Did merfolk even know your language?

He sat still, but wouldn’t look at you as you freed him. As you cut the last rope holding him, his entire body lunged into the water. There was barely a shimmer as he darted away.

You sat, stunned, trying to think through what just happened. No one would ever believe you. You must be at home, asleep in your bed.

Noctis was far off the coast before he stopped to turn around. He peered out over the surface of the water, expecting to see an empty coast. Some part of him told him that you’d be gone, having run away to tell your human friends about the merman you saw! Brag about your good deed in freeing it! Sure you’d get a boon from the sea.

Instead, he saw you sitting there, bathed in moonlight, watching the water. Why weren’t you gone? What was it? He slowly made his way back to the shore, wanting to check on his savior.

“Come back…” you whispered to the sea, not wanting to lose the first wonder your simple eyes ever beheld.

Noctis heard you and the sadness in your voice. He couldn’t leave, not after you had just freed him.

He was willing to take a risk, but only for you.

The young merman surfaced, rising from the water like the sun before you eyes. You gasped. The two of you simply stared at each other in the moonlight. Moments later, he dove, swimming off, again.

The next night you returned, having had to spend the day working. The elders weren’t letting you out of their sights, now.

The tide was high as you removed your shoes, unceremoniously splashing into the water. Looking about, you hoped to see the merman, again, but he was nowhere to be seen. You sat on a tall rock as the water splashed below. You mind trailed off to distant daydreams as you stared out.

A spash woke you from your thoughts. You looked about to see what it had been, hopes and fears clouding your mind. Your gaze brushed over what you had initially thought was a rock, before coming back, to realize it was black hair! He had returned!

Noctis had returned to the surface that day, to find an empty beach. Sorrow filled his heart, wondering where his savior had gone. He had snuck out that night, with greater difficulty, dodging his shield gaze the whole while.

Here you were, the stars twinkling above your head. Before him like an image of peace.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” is all you could think to say to the merman before you, as though he was a small animal.

His head popped below the water, again, taking your heart with him.

You stared at the spot he had left.

“Er…hello…” you heard from softly at your feet. Startled, you fell from your perch into the water! Hands quickly grabbed you, hoisting you back to the surface.

Your lungs gasped for the air they had forgotten upon their descent. As you oriented yourself, letting the seawater leave your eyes, a soft giggle met you. You were looking into the eyes of the merman!

“Wha!” You began.

“Careful!” he exclaimed, holding you so you wouldn’t bash your head against a rock.

You calmed yourself, still in his arms. “You’re…real?” You exclaimed, putting a hand on his face. You poked at him and stretched parts of his face, to Noctis’s great annoyance.

He smiled at you. “As much as you are!” he proclaimed.

Noctis swam you back to shore, letting you sit on the sand and he in the tidal waters.

“I have so many questions!” You exclaimed, not wanting this dream to escape you.

“Well, me too!” He sounded slightly off put, as if forgetting he was the only myth on the beach.

“Are you really a merman? Why are you here? Who are you? Where have you been?” The questions overflowed from your lips.

He looked at you, stunned. The two of you had yet another stare off.

You cleared your throat. “My apologies…I’m [Y/N].” You held out your hand to the merman.

He smiled at you. Ancient texts had warned the prince of the strange ways of humans. “I’m Noctis.” He returned, taking your hand and kissing it. His lips were cool and soft on your skin, making the burn in your cheeks all the more noticable.

The two of you sat and talked the night away, learning new things about the long silent cultures.

Your rendezvous continued the next night.

Noctis was waiting for you one a stone, as you approached. He wore an utterly gorgeous smile upon his handsome face.

Wading out to him, you remarked, “You’re back! I keep fearing I will wake up from this dream.”

“If you’re dreaming, then so am I.” He commented. “My turn for questions.”

You settled in, your eyes beckoning him to begin.

“What is this place? What do you do? Why are you training to become a warrior?” Now it’s his turn to spill over.

You smile; it was refreshing to know that you’re not the only one in the dark. “Well, this place is a small village called Ogvar. I was raised a farmer by my family. I train each day because…because I don’t want to be a farmer.” Your eyes reflected the determination in your heart, looking up to challenge the very moon.

“But isn’t being a farmer noble? You provide food for others.” Noctis’s lifelong teachings from his father took over. To the merpeople, every profession is honorable, especially if it helps their fellow folk.

“Yes, it is. But it’s not for me. I couldn’t make even a marigold grow! And I can’t stand how boring it all is.” You sighed, still staring out at the water. “Maybe I’m not meant to be a hero, but I want to find and adventure, someplace that I feel like I belong, you know?”

Noctis grew solemn and nodded. If anyone knew how you felt, it was him. “Well, then. You’re going to be needing this.” Noctis hands you a sword that you hadn’t even noticed he had!

“For me… really?” You asked, taken aback.

“Yes, as a thank you for saving me.” He pushed the blade closer to you.

You took it from his hands, marveling at how light it was. It’s was made from some sort of scales, serrated at the base and sharp at the tip. “Thank you!” You exclaimed, beaming. Seeing you so happy filled the Prince’s heart with joy; he couldn’t take his eyes from you. Perhaps, humans weren’t so evil after all.

The whole while, Ignis watched from a distance.

The next day, Noctis was in his room, preparing a new sword. Ignis knocked, requesting entry.

“Of course!” Noctis called, letting in his dear friend.

“What happened to your blade?” The astute advisor inquired.

“Oh…nothing. Lost it in the canyon.” Noctis replied, avoiding Ignis’s gaze.

“Noct…I know.” Ignis managed. He wasn’t sure how to bring this up, but something must be said before everyone found out.

“About what?!” Noct spun around, panicked.

“About your nightly escapades. Please, Noct, remember our oaths.” Ignis could barely look at Noctis. He knew what the prince was doing was done with a good heart. The human he met may not even be that bad. But if the King found out…well, Ignis worried about Noct’s safety.

Pleading eyes met Noctis’s. His heart was made up, though. “But they’re not bad! They’re nothing like the legends! Ignis, they’re wonderful! They saved me!” He tried to say everything, anything, to make Ignis see his way, but the advisor just shook his head.

“Remember your oath,” is all he reminded Noctis as he swam away.

That night, Noctis would return to your rendezvous point with Ignis’s words echoing through his mind.

The moon is high in the sky. You’re waiting on Noctis, having gotten to the beach early on light feet and a fluttering heart. Seeing the merman has brought a whole new light to your life.

He approaches with a far away gaze.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask as he’s unnaturally quiet.

He stares off, pensive, before sighing. “Do you know why humans haven’t seen merpeople in thousands of years?”

“No…no one does.” You reply.

“It’s because one king found humans to be untrustworthy, violent, and honorless. So every mer after swore an oath to never speak to a human…” He looks you in the eyes. “Upon our lives.”

A cold shock runs through you. That’s why his people vanished into legend? They found humans to be that reprehensible? Did Noctis find you to be that way?

You sit, stunned by his words, having none of your own with which to reply. Noctis decides to fill the silence.

“It’s not right! They judged an entire culture on the deeds of your leaders. Then, you were never given a chance to change!” His hands wave towards the sky, daring to defy the old order.

You stare at your new friend, thinking of what a great leader he would make.

For a time, you sit in silence, listening to the waves crashing.

In a whisper, barely audible above the wind, Noctis asks, “Want to change all that?” He wears a mischievous smile.

This man is full of surprises. “Aren’t we already?” you ask, fearing the mounting consequences against your friend.

“We can do better.” Noctis replies, pushing himself from your perch and sliding soundlessly into the water. He holds up his hands, offering to catch you if you would only come to him.

“What are you doing?” Your voice trembles.

“Do you trust me?” His voice is confident. He saved your life and quickly become the sole light in it. But what was this about?

You had always wanted an adventure, and here it was, staring back at you. This is it.

“Yes!” You say, throwing yourself from the rock.

Water fills your vision, ears, and nose, but you didn’t have to wait long for air. Noctis caught you. He is there, that familiar and handsome face being at you.

Holding you just at the surface, you realize you don’t know enough about this plan. “Er…how is this going to work? I can’t dive very far.”

“Magic,” Noctis retorts, giggling at his own curtness.

“What?!”

“Do you mind if I kiss you?” Now he is asking questions? Why? But your heart takes control of your mouth.

“Please do!” What did you just say?! “But how does that…”

The merman puts a finger to your lips to silence you.

The water swirls around him as the two of you sink beneath the waves. You close your eyes and hold your breath. Opening just one eye, you see Noctis blushing. At least mermen blush, you think. The aquatic beauty lays his hands on your cheeks, before suddenly pulling you close. Your lips embrace in a hurried but gentle kiss.

Your heart feels like it physically left your chest. The cold ocean seems to disappear from your skin. Your mind melts into feelings of pure joy.

His lips linger on yours before working them apart. His breath becomes your breath. Your lungs fill as though taking in air for the first time in a century. You skin tingles with the magic of the moment.

Just as suddenly as it happened, it ends. Noctis pulls away from you. You open your dazed eyes.

You are underwater! Your body panics, instincts tell you you should be drowning!

“NO! No, no, just…breathe! It’s ok!” Noctis grabs your hands, trying to calm you.

Your terrified eyes star at him. Your mind battles your body, one trying to will you to breathe, trusting Noctis, the other collapsing in on itself, knowing the dangers of deep water.

Your mind wins for a brief moment. Your mouth opens, gasping for air. Your heart hammers, knowing your lungs will be filled with water.

But the water never comes. You are able to take another gasp, and another, until they start to feel more like breaths.

“See?” Nocits asks, dipping just below you.

“I guess…” you hands fly to your mouth, you spoke! “What’s going on?!” you can’t hardly believe it all.

“Magic.” Noctis replies, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Merpeople can grant the gift of breath, as we call it.”

You hardly hear him, taking in the feeling of the ocean. Your skin is warm, as through it doesn’t need the sun, anymore. Everything around you is a deep dark blue, serene and ominous. This has to be a dream.

Noctis can’t help but take in your wonder. “You think this is good, wait till you see it all!” He says, taking your hand. “Are you ready?”

Heart pounding, mind fuzzy, you look at the merman holding your hand. This has to be a dream, but if it is one, you’d best make the most of it. All you can do is nod.

With sudden strength, Noctis flips his fins and you dive down to the brightly colored sea floor.

You legs can’t keep up with the experienced fins of the merman, so you let him pull you wherever the flow of his whims desires.

You see coral of reds, blues, and purples! Fish the colors of every wildflower! Shipwrecks as old as the village. Noctis continues to pull you along.

He takes you through mountains taller than any you had seen on land as they begin erupting in steaming surges! Down through canyons where your stomach leaves you upon descent. Deeper and deeper you dive.

Suddenly you stop, hearing a great moan echo through the water.

“What was that?” You ask, fearing the unknown. Noctis has a look of joy in his eyes!

“You’re going to get to see her!”

“See who?” The cry comes again.

“Bismark!” Noctis sings, pulling you to a nearby ledge.

Up from the dark depths a great creature, like none you had ever imagined, rises.  It resembles a whale, but is a hundred times bigger, with a great horn jutting from its head. Runes cover its body. The creature is massive but more majestic than anything you have seen on land.

The god of the sea puts on a performance for you, swimming in great flips and circles. Shooting for the surface, breaching, and letting the echo of her descent fill the ocean like thunder. She takes your breath away.

She lets out another cry, this one more joyous than the last. Fish from every direction come to her call, joining in her dance. Their scales shimmer like the stars above.

For her final act, Bismark swims close to your lookout, stopping just long enough for one great eye to meet yours, before gliding off into the great unknown. You and Noctis get caught in her currents, being picked up and flipped about, giggling as you settle.

Noctis rights himself first, coming to your aid as you spin. You continue to giggle in his arms.

He looks at you as though you are the greatest wonder in all the seas. You look up at him, trying to convey how much this all means to you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he understands. In a moment, your lips are together, this time with the simple magic of love. In his arms, you feel like you’re home.

Noctis spin you around, happiness overflowing from his heart. “C’mon. I’ve saved the best for last!” And you are off, again.

Onwards you swim, over the great chasm Bismark emerged from, through sandy stretches of nothing, until you saw a beaming light on the horizon. Noctis turns to you, “That’s my home. The crown jewel of the Lucian Seas: Insomnia.” You smile at his excitement.

As you approach, your heart sinks, though. Something is wrong.

Black ooze drips from the buildings of the city, the coral sits still, bleached white. Screams can be heard. Noctis’s face drains of color in an instant.

Forward you push, your free hand making its way to the blade Noctis bestowed upon you.

Upon arrival, you see them: daemons. Glowing eyed black creatures of every size. Many look like varieties you have seen on land, but with aquatic features.

A pale merman with sun colored hair sees your approach. “NOCT!” he cries, unleashing a water gun on a daemon.

“Prompto!” Noctis calls as you swim nearer.

“I’m…woah, wait…WHAT?!?!” The merman, apparently named Prompto, rests his wide eyes on you.

“No time to explain.” Noctis replies. Sparkling blue magic swirls around his hands before a sword materializes in them. “C’mon!”

The three of you fight your way through daemons, making for a nearby building. You hold your own; your swordwork is clumsy in water, but you quickly adapt.

Entering the building, Noctis pushes you to a wall. Magic sparks again and a clear barrier is erected over the doorway. “Stay here! I’ll be back!” He says to you, making his way effortlessly through the barrier. Prompto looks back at you, worry filling his eyes.

“Wait!” You cry, making for the door, but the barrier stops you in your tracks.

“Please, [Y/N]. I can’t’ have anything happen to you! Please, just…stay here.” Noct begs you from the other side.

He sets his mouth before turning away. The merman and his friend swim away, cutting their way through daemons. But your prison does not go unnoticed.

Smaller daemons, sensing easy prey, find the barrier. They bash into it, over and over, scaring you each time. You are cornered within Noctis’s good intentions.

A tentacled ronin takes notice of the commotion, gliding towards the barrier. The smaller daemons move out of its way. It stares at you before unleashing one lighting fast swing of its katana. You can see a crack in the barrier against the water. It shifts, readying itself for another strike. Your heart pounds, the sword in your hands feeling suddenly miniscule.

“GAAH!” A shout rings out. A hulk of a merman attacks the ronin with a greatsword the size of his body. Another flash, daggers land in each of the smaller daemons.

A spectacled merman approaches the barrier, banishing the magic with a wave of his hand. Noctis’s words ring through your head, “… on our lives.” Oh, no. Are they here to dispatch you?

“Are you alright, [Y/N]?” The poised merman asks.

“Er…yes. How do you know my name?” You reply, still backing away from your new guests.

“Oh, we know a lot about you. The Prince isn’t as sneaky as he thinks he is.” The hulking merman retorts.

You stare at them for a moment, shock painted across your features.

“Prince?” Is all you can say.

The two mermen shared a concerned look.

“Er…yes. We’ll let him explain the details to you.” The spectacled man breaks the silence. “Until then, I’m Ignis, that is Gladio, and your Prince Noctis is in danger.”

He is what?! Bravery surges against the walls of fear holding you back. With a short lived spurt, you push out the door of your former prison, past Gladio and Ignis.

“What are you waiting for? Then let’s go!” You call back.

Gladio grins wickedly. “I like ‘em.” He grabs your arm and heaves you to his back. “Hang on!” He yells as he surges forward. You cling to his shoulder.

The three of you make your way to a great castle, built of coral  and gleaming shells. The entire structure glows white against the blue of the vast ocean beyond. The sight would be breathtaking if you were not so hurried to find Noctis.

You find him, backed into the middle of the throne room with Prompto and a great regal merman. Daemons circle around them.

Into the fray you and your compatriots charge. Your legs providing you with the ability to push off from the sea floor and walls, a tactic the daemons weren’t expecting.

Back to back you fight with the Prince. Your newfound numbers are able to dispatch the rest of the daemons quickly.

As the water settles, all eyes wander towards you. Gods above, this is awkward, you think.

The king clears his throat, eyes drilling into your very soul.

Noctis is before you in an instant! “Father, stop!”

Currents swirl. Soon, three more mermen are beside him.

“Your majesty, please…” Ignis begins.

“Look! They helped us! They’re not so bad!” Prompto adds, gesturing to you.

“And if Noct likes them, we like them.” Gladio ends.

“Would you all give me a moment to speak?!” The king bursts, a smile growing on his face.

Outside of battle, you can study his features. He had kind eyes and a graying beard. His facial structure is that of Noct’s.

“You there, what is your name?” The king booms.

“[Y/N]…your majesty.” You add, bowing.

The king merely laughs. “I am King Regis of the Lucian Sea. As I’m sure my son has informed you, on your many escapes,” he side eyes Noctis. Moving towards you, he continues: “The mermen have sworn an oath to disavow all human contact…upon penalty of death.”

You look at the ground, nodding. Your heart is pounding. The future is uncertain.

“This is an oath taken against dishonorable creatures, selfish beings who seek only power…”

“But I’m not…”

The King holds up his hand to silence you. The effect reverberates through the entire ocean.

“But the oath does not contemplate a human who proves themself to be a hero.” The King beams at you.

Noctis drifts back to your side, taking your hand. The King makes his way through the remaining line.  

“I think it’s high tide we…reevaluate that oath, don’t you?” He smiles down at his son. Noctis nods.

“[Y/N], what do you think of our glowing kingdom?” Regis asks.

You’re in awe: royalty is talking to you! “I…I like it…” You say sheepishly. Noctis grips your hand, adding strength to you heart.

“Good, because I hope, and I think my son does, as well, that you’ll be spending a lot of time here.” Regis smiles as he swims away. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we have a city to care for.” Noctis’s friends smile as he embraces you, leaving to join Regis.

You and Noctis kiss, passionately and deep. Your life has just changed like the coast after a great storm.

“So, ‘prince’, huh?” You ask, pulling away.

“Oh…er…yeah.” He retorts, sheepishly.

You smile on his lips. “It suits you.”

He laughs. “Then we’ll need to find you a suitable title.”

Epilogue:

King Regis became the first king in the Lucian Sea to challenge the old oath, entrusting you as the ambassador to the humans.

Seeking out old magic, Noctis and Regis were able to to grant you your own tail. Being primarily human, though, it would vanish if you left the sea, replaced by your normal legs.

The village of Ogvar was soon renamed Mermaid’s Haven, as rumors of two people wielding water magic who had emerged from the sea spread across Eos. Every shore would later be filled with merpeople greeting the humans.

You spent most of your time in Insomnia, training with your newfound friends. You truly felt like you had found your home.

The daemons seemed to vanish from the sea, for a time. But evil was at work, watching with dark eyes as the sun slowly set.

#noctis x reader #reader x noctis #ffxv #final fantasy #final fantasy xv #mermaid #merperson #merman #mermaid au #noctis lucis caelum #fanfic #ffxv noctis

[cake-writes]

Lifeline (Part One)

Pairings: Rebekah x Reader // eventual Elijah x Reader // eventual Kol x Reader // eventual Klaus x Reader (it’s gonna be a literal train wreck, folks)

Chapter Warnings: Suicide Attempt, Drug Use, Self-Harm, Mental Health Issues, 18+

Lifeline Master List  //  Spotify Playlist

The sky was black, with a spattering of sparkling stars and the fullest, brightest moon you’d ever seen. While the concrete against your back was cold, you felt anything but, even as the night's cool breeze blew through your hair.

No, you felt alright.

Better than alright.

The syringe in your hand clattered to the ground as your head lulled back, allowing you a full view of the dark sky from your place on the abandoned rooftop.

You were high. For the umpteenth time, you were high, albeit still blissfully aware of your demons. This would be the very last time you shot up, for you just couldn’t do it anymore. Your bills were overdue, you'd just lost your fourth job in six months, and worst of all, you couldn’t function properly, not anymore. Your parents were dead, and your only remaining family - your older brother - just happened to wish that you were.

You were broken, and tonight, it would end. You'd grant his wish at last. Life just wasn't worth living anymore.

With shaky hands, you pulled yourself over the railing, staring down at the distant street below. The headlights of the cars speeding along eighteen floors down seemed to sparkle just like the stars overhead. It was mesmerising, the flurry of activity even so late at night. Bourbon Street was always busy, of course, with every soul upon it so full of life and purpose. Every soul except for yours.

You weren’t sure how long you stood there, gripping that cold metal railing. All you had to do was let go, and it would be over. Just let go. But you found that you couldn’t, no matter how miserable you knew you would be when your mind returned. Right now, you could remember all of your troubles, but you didn’t feel any kind of way about them - just a perfect, drug-induced euphoria. It was unfortunate to know that when you came down, that euphoria would fade, and you’d be longing for death once again.

You just had to jump.

One hand fell away from the railing, and you stretched out your body further over the empty expanse of nothing. Your breaths came out sharp and heavy as the heroin and adrenaline coursed through your veins and you inched closer and closer to your demise.

“Let go,” you whispered to yourself in a pathetic kind of pep-talk. “Just do it. It’s easy.”

“Is it?” came a voice from behind you, soft like velvet, startling you nearly enough to actually let go. Instead, you reacted in the opposite way: in an instant and with a sudden surge of strength, you yanked your body back against the railing, the cold metal biting harshly into your spine. Your knuckles went white as all ten of your fingers once again tightly wrapped around it.

“Yes,” you said breathlessly, not looking away from your fate awaiting you below. “It will be.”

A dead silence followed your admission, long enough that you shifted to finally take a look at the mysterious stranger who'd joined you on the empty rooftop. Your breath immediately hitched as you took him in. His short brown hair was thoroughly mussed from the evening breeze, and his eyes were a rich chocolate, dark and full of some kind of mystery you wanted to solve. The neat, immaculate suit he wore was a stark contrast to your own unkempt clothing, black skinny jeans ripped in the knees and a old pair of Doc Martens. Hanging loosely on your small frame was a red and black plaid flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up just enough to expose the fresh track marks on your arms.

“If it’s so easy,” he began in a casual tone, and you watched as his eyes trailed from your bare arms to your face, “then, first, won't you tell me why you want to—?” And then he nodded down at the traffic below, needing no further explanation.

He must have seen the evidence of your drug usage, if the pitiable look in his eyes was any indication. Feeling a flush of shame creep up your neck, you turned back to the nothingness in front of you, your voice cracking as you told him, “No.”

“Will another minute or two make a difference?” He moved closer, then, coming to stand right beside you on the other side of the railing. His arms came to rest against the railing as he leaned on it, the soft cloth of his sleeve brushing against your knuckles. “Please. Indulge me.”

You bit your lip, angry with yourself and with him because he was right.

“Tell me why, and then I’ll let you go.”

A shiver went through you at his words, smooth like silk and laced with authority - he would let you. You knew you didn’t need his permission, but for some stupid reason you still wanted to hear him say it. You wanted someone to tell you that it was okay to take that final leap.

Swallowing thickly, you hesitantly did as he asked. It was hard to open up, at first, and then suddenly you found yourself spilling all of your troubles to a literal stranger.

You told him about your money troubles, and about your broken family. Your parents were dead because of you – they’d been on their way to pick you up from your latest stint in rehab, when they got in a car accident due to the wet roads and stormy weather. Not only that, but you’d ruined your relationship with your older brother, too; he still lived where you and your parents used to, Small Town, USA, states away. The last straw had been when you stole from him to get high during the week of your parents’ funeral. You’d had mental health issues your entire life, and nothing had ever helped, so you self-medicated the only way you knew how.

Your new companion listened patiently, even as your body was wracked with sobs. A comforting hand came to rest on your shoulder, and then somehow you ended up on the safe side of the railing, ugly crying into the starched fabric of his pristine dress shirt. Your makeup ran, without a doubt leaving stains: yet another thing to add to your endless list of mistakes, but he didn't seem to care. Instead he held you gently, stroking your hair as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, sweet beautiful lies like, "It'll be alright," and, "You aren't alone."

The sound of his deep voice coupled with the feeling of his breath against your ear sent you reeling. You desperately wanted to believe him.

"Thank you," you breathed, finally pulling away just enough to look up into his eyes where you could see yourself reflected from the moonlight. Black streaks of misery and mascara trailed down your cheeks to rough, chapped lips, red and swollen from the endless abuse - biting - you put them through. Your hair was a mess, your face was flushed, and your eyes were red-rimmed and glassy.

A beautiful disaster. You were very clearly not sober, even if your high was slowly fading.

The warmth of his embrace contrasted sharply with the chill of the wind against your wet cheeks, and you shivered, finally feeling the cold after being outside for what felt like hours. When he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, you took a step back, the realisation of what you had just done finally sinking in. You’d gone and spilled your life’s story to a stranger, and here he was, taking care of you so well just like people like him always did, people so perfect and put together. You hated being treated so kindly when you didn't deserve a lick of it - but, at the same time, you craved it. You wanted to feel loved, and the man in front of you did a very good job of that - even if it was all a lie.

You held his jacket tightly around yourself as you looked back upon the bustling city below. Your desire to jump had faded along with your high. You’d shot up on this rooftop so that you’d finally have the courage to end it all, and now, again, you couldn’t bring yourself to. Worse still was that you couldn’t think clearly with the smell of him overloading your senses, a heady mix of cinnamon and musk.

“Go.” At the sound of his voice, your eyes snapped back to him and he gestured to the other side of the railing. “I won’t stop you. Although I would like to know your name, first, if that's alright.”

You pressed your lips in a thin line, not wanting to admit that you no longer had the courage to do it. Your fingers gripped the cool metal of the railing again, but you didn’t pull yourself over; instead, you gave him your name. You'd already exposed your soul to him, so what else did you have left to lose?

He said your name once, as if testing the feel of it on his tongue, before he added, “I’m Elijah.”

“Nice to meet you,” you responded automatically, before you snorted derisively at how stupid it was to say with what you were about to do. “It's a shame we've only met now. I think I would have liked to know you, Elijah.”  

He let out a soft hum of acknowledgement, and for a few moments the pair of you just stood there, appreciating the silence. The night was quiet, save for the distant sounds of traffic down below and the whistling of the winter wind. As the seconds passed, an unspoken truth started to permeate the air: you weren't going to jump.

Another shiver went through you from a particularly cold gust, and you studied his profile, wondering why the hell he would want to spend his time here, talking you down from the ledge, instead of doing something - anything - else. That was when he caught your gaze, and in his eyes danced not the pity or judgement you expected to see but a dark sort of admiration, like you were a riddle just waiting to be solved. Within moments, you found yourself lost in a trance, enraptured by everything that he was and everything you wanted him to be.  

He spoke again, softly, but his words reverberated in your ears as he compelled you. "Go, lovely girl. Be happy.”

Even though he’d given you the choice to jump, you walked away. Your hand had just come to rest on the doorknob of the stairwell door when he called your name, again, and when you turned back to him, he was already right in front of you.

Then he compelled you again, this time to forget.

#the originals #the vampire diaries #to #tvd #okay let's do the pairings again jfc #elijah x reader #elijah x you #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x you #rebekah x reader #rebekah x you #rebekah mikaelson x reader #rebekah mikaelson x you #kol x reader #kol x you #kol mikaelson x reader #kol mikaelson x you #klaus x reader #klaus x you #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x you #i think that's it #oh yeah #lifeline master list #lifeline

[hepataetis]

✧ about u (.jeonjungkook)

✧ pairing; jeon jungkook x female!reader

✧ summary; jeon jungkook brings his girlfriend to meet his family, but is met with a messy turn of events and leads to a heartfelt declaration of love.

✧ request; Hiiiiiii is it possible for a jungkook reaction where his parents don’t accept you and he wants you anyways? Thankssss

✧ genre; angst, fluff

✧ words; 1.6K

✧ song inspiration; lil peep - about u (+)

✧ ji’s a/n; this was going to be combined with another request, but i decided not to. enjoy bubas.

      The sky was turning a hazy shade of orange, indicating the sun was beginning to set. A car rushed down the wet roads of a quiet neighborhood, and the driver had his locked onto the road before him. (Y/N) sat beside him, gulping as she stared at the blurred houses they passed, dreading which one they will stop at. Furrowing her brows, she spoke in a soft voice.

      “What if they don’t like me, Jungkook?”

      The aforementioned male turned to face his girlfriend, whose nail was tapping at the chair’s armrest. She looked gorgeous; from the way she neatly styled her hair to the light makeup coating her face. Even the dress she wore hugged onto her frame nicely, causing him to smile with awe. His eyes faced forward again, chuckling softly. Without removing his eyes from the street, he reached his hand to grasp onto her thigh with reassurance, massaging his thumb into it soothingly. “They’ll love you, (Y/N). Why wouldn’t they?” Jungkook questioned, earning a groan. “Because I’m not a rich idol. I’m a normal person working at a normal job. What if they think I’m a gold digger?”

      Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh a bit more, causing (Y/N) to glare. “It’s a serious question!” She raised her voice, but felt her cheeks tingle red with embarrassment. What if she was just being overdramatic? Overthinking as usual? Despite this, her heart dropped as the car steadily slowed down, nearing a small garage. She pursed her lips, staring at the house where she’d meet her ultimate demise.

      Jungkook parked his car, beginning to pull his car keys out and search for important material. However, he glanced at (Y/N), who remained frozen in her seat. She gulped, glancing at her hands crossed on her lap. “Babe,” He began softly yet his voice was stern, raising his hand to cup her cheeks. He turned her neck slowly, and (Y/N) refused to look away from his deep gaze. “Whether they love you or they hate you, I will always love you. Isn’t that good enough?” He smiled, causing her heartbeat to increase and her cheeks to flush pink. “It always has been.” (Y/N) stated, releasing a small huff before pushing herself out of the car.

      Jungkook stood beside his quaint girlfriend, approaching the door and knocking twice before waiting a moment. Almost subconsciously, (Y/N)’s fingers intertwined with his, tightening her grip with each passing second of waiting. Jungkook smiled at the sensation, and perked his head up as the door began to creak open.

      His mother flashed a bright smile, her dark brown hair forming a small bob. Her russet eyes scanned (Y/N) from head to toe, who shivered at her strong gaze. The couple bowed slightly in unison. “Mom, this is (L/N) (Y/N). She’s my girlfriend.” Jungkook beamed with excitement. (Y/N) cleared her throat nervously, gleaming as brightly as she humanly could, “It’s nice to meet you!” She cheered, and his mother shook her hand warmly. “Come inside, we’ve already prepared dinner.”

      As soon as she walked in, (Y/N) could smell the wonderful blend of ingredients creating a delicious aroma throughout the house. Her eyes trailed to the pictures lining the wall, Jungkook grinning with his brother and there was even a group photo of BTS. A small smile appeared on (Y/N)’s face, but she snapped out of her daydreams once she reached the kitchen.

      An array of food was laid across the table, where Jungkook’s father sat at the head. He hastily stood, bowing slightly as a way of greeting. (Y/N) did the same, beginning to introduce herself once more. “My name is (L/N) (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She beamed.

      After she was properly seated, (Y/N) already sensed  in her gut the family interrogation was soon going to begin. Despite this, she continued to pick at her food- as if it would distract her from calculating proper answers. “So,” Shit. Jungkook’s mother looked up with a sweet smile. “How old are you?” She asked politely. “I’m (Y/A) years old.” (Y/N) responded, grinning. “So young! What do you work as?” Gulping, (Y/N) scratched her neck gently. “I work at Big Hit.” She answered rather quickly, in a poor attempt to stop this constant questioning. “Does that mean you’re an idol? That’s amazing.” His mother cooed with awe. “Oh no, I just manage the budgets and find places for them to perform...I suppose…” The smile of his mother faltered, and she could only whisper a soft oh.

      “But she’s amazing at what she does,” Jungkook cheered, looking towards his father. “I suppose there are many opportunities for a business worker…” He mumbled, continuing to eat with a visibly forced smile. “What are some of your interests?” He looked towards (Y/N), who was already becoming glum. “I like to cook, and write-” Before she could continue listing, his mother began to clear her throat by coughing loudly. “Jungkook, there are some fan gifts for you upstairs. Help me bring some of them down so I can show (Y/N)!” She clasped her hands together with excitement, rising to her feet. Jungkook nodded, sparing a worried glance to his quiet girlfriend.

      In the next moment, they already began to lead themselves upstairs, causing (Y/N) to sit in silence. “May I excuse myself to the bathroom?” She tilted her head slightly, and Jungkook’s father nodded in false understanding. “...Where is it?” She muttered, yet received no response. I’ll find it my damn self, asshole. She rose to her feet, beginning to also walk up the stairs.

      There were more photos framed on the wall, followed by vases of flowers and other decorations. Most doors were closed, but there was one that was slightly open and piqued the interest of (Y/N). Her footsteps were unheard as she creeped closer, and soon the quiet murmurings of Jungkook and his mother was heard.

      “She seems a bit...dull.”

      “What’s wrong with that?” Jungkook’s face scrunched.

      “Jungkook, you’re not a normal boy anymore. It’s important you date the right people. What if the public finds out about this?” She cupped his cheeks warmly.

      “She is right for me. (Y/N) is the sweetest girl I’ve ever met.”

      “But she’s a business worker for your company. She practically works for you. That’s a scandal waiting to happen!”

      “Why does that even matter? I love her.”

      “I’m sorry, Jungkook, but...I think it will take a while for us to accept her. Are you sure you can’t find someone more suitable to you?”

      Jungkook pursed his lips, his head dropping sadly. (Y/N)’s breathing hitched, furrowing her brows as a sinking feeling appeared at the pits of her stomach. Suddenly, the delicious food left a sick feeling in her mouth and the burning sensation of tears arrived. She didn’t even pay attention to the weight she was releasing through her hand, allowing the door to push slightly. Immediately, the two looked up to spot a silent (Y/N).

      “I’m… sorry for interrupting.” She muttered. “Jungkook, I have to go home now.” His mother chuckled nervously, walking towards (Y/N). But Jungkook rested a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. “Alright. Bye, mom. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay long.” He said, his voice hushed. “It’s alright. Remember to work hard!” She cheered, yet (Y/N) couldn’t even find the strength to return the enthusiasm. His mother’s voice suddenly became annoying to her. “Thank you.” was (Y/N)’s prompt response before turning on her heel, practically stomping down the stairs. She could hear Jungkook struggling to follow behind. “Bye, father!” He hurriedly yelled, but his girlfriend was already beginning to shut the front door and continue speed walking away. He quickly caught the door from slamming, and sprinted to latch onto her wrists.

      “What is it?!” (Y/N) whined loudly, yanking her hand from his touch and bringing it close to her heaving chest. Jungkook froze slightly for a moment, his eyebrows pushing together with frustration. “Why are you yelling?” He questioned, causing her to lips to tighten. “Why do your parents hate me? All these questions, but no answers!” She exclaimed, turning around with a huff. “You’re being ridiculous, they don’t hate you.” He gripped onto her shoulders, but only received a harsh slap on his hand. “I was listening. You can’t convince me out of this one.” She muttered, her anger turning into melancholy. “I’m really not that great of a girlfriend…” Her voice became soft, and Jungkook released a long sigh.

      Arms slid around (Y/N)’s waist as a chin rested on her shoulder. (Y/N)’s heart stopped its beating for just a moment, embracing the sensation of Jungkook’s toned chest against her back. Taking in a deep breath of her scented shampoo, Jungkook began to gently whisper in her ear. “If you were listening, you didn’t miss the part where I said it doesn’t matter. I love you, you know.” He chuckled gently, attempting to reassure her. His voice sent shivers down her spine and her cheeks turned rosy red with embarrassment. “But your parents-” Before she could finish, Jungkook pressed a kiss against her warm face. “It’s okay. They’ll get used to you one way or the other. If I love you, they’ll have to love you.”

      (Y/N) pursed her lips for a few seconds before pouting.

      “I walked out on dinner…”

       “I’ve done that to them a few times too! They’ll be fine, babe.”

#BTS #bts scenarios #bts reactions #bts fanfiction #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #bts fluff #bts smut #bts angst #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #jeongguk #angst #fluff #smut

[angstymarshmallow]

Wilted and Burdened (Jax x MC)

[A little note: Originally I was working on something trr related but abandoned that idea entirely and tried my hand at writing angst for Jax and MC instead. I can’t resist writing some good ol’ angst. From the way I say I love you prompts - 32 In a way I can’t return, thanks anon!] 

[Word Count:1789]

I love you.

Three little words that meant everything for a lot of people. Three little words that held a type of joy from effortlessly falling for someone. Three little words that made nothing else matter. But for others it was more complicated - too complicated to keep and more simpler to abandon. And to the rest it meant empty promises said in the heat of the moment, only for the regret to come later. 

But for Harlow, those three little words had meant the first thing. They had meant everything. A new and surreal experience she had finally realized with alarming clarity that had sent her heart racing. For her, it meant the beginning of something with the man nestled beside her.

He had been watching her sleep when she awoke and the words had tumbled from her lips after seeing his affectionate smile. A-spur-of-the-moment decision that rang with absolute clarity inside her heart despite the warning bells in her head; imploring her that it was far too early in their relationship. 

But slowly, the implications of her words dawned on her. And very quickly, I love you was becoming her ultimate demise as his eyes widened in shock.

He remained silent. 

And the words seemed to hang in the air between them; filling the room with uneasy silence left behind by his unspoken answer.

Harlow froze.

Her lips formed an o while the rest of her was still reeling from how quickly their circumstances had changed. It wasn’t long ago when the thought of vampires yet alone falling for one was inconceivable and yet here she was. 

When she met his unblinking stare, she swore the fine hairs on her skin went completely still. Unable to speak for a moment, she tried to close the increasing gap between them, wanting nothing more than to prove how much she loved him - only for him to pull back seconds before she could reassure him with a kiss.

His eyes had changed from its dark crimson back into its dark pools of abyss; eyes that she had often gotten lost in during moments like this were now looking at her strangely. 

He was staring at her in disbelief instead of echoing her sentiments. “What…” He slammed his mouth shut then opened it again. “What did you say?”

“I said I loved you.” She repeated, with more conviction this time. She had meant to be reassuring but instead her eyes caught the flash of panic staring back at her, mingled with the shadow of a pain she had seen only once before.

Was she completely wrong to tell him how she felt? Was everything she thought she felt between them was a lie?

No, she didn’t believe it was a lie.

“Jax…” Harlow trailed off. She tried to reach for him again until he shook his head. Her hand fell back to her side.

“I –” She stopped short, failing to find better words in explaining how strongly she felt for him. How far she had fallen since they met. And the more she thought about it, the more she thought those three little words weren’t nearly in describing how he made her feel and for everything he had ever done for her.  

. But saying it happened in a moment of weakness – a way for her to say she wanted forever – because being with a vampire, meant more than a temporary and fleeting whim. It was a declaration of love that she wanted with him for eternity.

And yet, watching the light she adored in his eyes snuff out – she was beginning to think that telling him the truth was a mistake. A mistake that made him stare at her as though she was a stranger instead of the woman he hadn’t spent the last few hours making love with.

She was wrong.

He hadn’t been ready to hear it – she knew that now as he got to his feet without meeting her expression. She knew that now as apprehension settled near the pit of her stomach and she rolled across the bed to try and find her bearings, to fight for composure. Blinking back tears and the sting of rejection, she tried again. She needed a reason to believe that he hadn’t felt the same, when everything he had ever done for her – seemed to tell a different story. “I don’t understand…did I do something wrong..?”

Why can’t you say it back? Why can’t you tell me you love me too?

She knew he thought about her. She could tell his feelings were strong from the amount of times she caught him staring, laughing at something she said and even from the way he held her inside his arms – there was never a moment since they grew closer with each passing day that she doubted he did.

               And yet the second she saw his panic – she wanted nothing more than to take the words back. To run to him and make some off-beat joke about how corny love confessions are; anything to bring his smile back. But she couldn’t. Even if she really wanted to, when she spoke those three little words into existence was the exact moment she had sealed her fate.

And fate was telling her, he was it for her. The real deal.

“Jax –”

The vampire who had often resonated quiet strength and resolve, an undeniable fierceness she admired seemed to be all but missing now. Instead, he clumsily slipped into his boxers and in his quick haste, yanked his shirt over his head to ignore her. “I should go.” He responded tersely, still avoiding her stare.

“Jax wait –” She sat upright, leaned close enough to grab his wrist – only for her fingers to come up empty.

“I shouldn’t have come by,” He continued as though he hadn’t heard her. “Coming by was a mistake. It’s unsafe for us right now…especially for you,” he took a ragged breath, finally meeting her stare with a clenched jaw. “Seeing you was selfish. Selfish and stupid.”

“That isn’t true.” Harlow said indignantly, jutting her chin at him. “I wanted to see you – you know nothing would’ve stopped me from coming to see you.” She took a deep breath for a moment, fighting the lump she felt by her throat. “Seeing you is the only thing that still makes sense in this – in this fucked up world we’re in right now.” Getting to her feet, she made quick strides to stand in front of him.

“And being with you…it’s like…” she trailed for a moment, searching his eyes. “It’s the only thing that still makes sense, especially when the rest of the world right now is falling apart.”

“Harlow –” His voice was weak, a gentle plea for her to stop as he took a step back.

“Why can’t you say it back?” She demanded suddenly, taking a step forward. She pointed her fingers to his chest until he caught her hand. “Why can’t you say you love me too?” She demanded, feeling the corner of her eyes sting. “We see each other all the time – and every moment I’ve spent in your arms, is the only time I’ve ever felt loved. Cherished.”

Eyes flashing in anguish, he looked away and dropped her hand. “You only think you do.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that.” Her voice was rising, spiralling out of control with the rest of her emotions. Everything had been on edge for so long, she felt as though the rest of her was on standby to fall apart. “You do not get to tell me how I feel,” she shook her head adamantly. “Even if you can’t admit it to me, I know you love me too.”

Her voice softened a fraction as she tried to cup his cheek, forcing him back to stare down at her. “Jax…why can’t you tell me how you’re really feeling – ” when he tried to interrupt, she continued quickly, “ – and not about the clanless, or the war brewing over our heads now with the Council on our tails. Why can’t you just tell me how you feel about me? Just me.”

For a moment, hope flares in her chest as she watches him. His eyes wander over her face as if he was trying to remember every detail. Then it dies just as quickly the second she felt him slip away; his eyes going carefully blank – his posture remaining stiff as he shrugged off her touch.

Placing a wide berth between them, he cleared his throat. “I have to go.” He said abruptly.

And with it, a dam inside her burst. Tears blurred her vision for a moment, and she quickly turns away from him to rub her eyes. “Okay, then go.” Her words are sharp now, buried underneath layers of hurt until he touched her arm. “Just go.”

“Harlow –”

“You shouldn’t care what happens to me anyway, I’m just some human.” She rushed on, swiping her bangs from her forehead. “And in a few weeks you’ll forget all about me –”

Jax whirled her so fast that the rest of her sentence was cut short and her gasp became muffled as she felt his lips crash against hers, molding her to him like the pieces they always knew they were – fitting together despite their differences.

A whimper escaped her throat. Her fingers made tiny fists into his hair as he slid his tongue into her mouth, deepening their kiss.

“I can’t Harlow,” he whispered against her lips. She could feel his fingers faintly rubbing across her back. “I can’t love you.” He said hoarsely.

Her heart sunk with every word he uttered. “But…but why not?”

“Because there is too much at stake.” He released her then, running his thumb over her lip. “There’s too many people counting on me. And I don’t - I couldn’t live with myself if you get hurt, because of me.”

She stared up at him. “What’s life without a little risk?”

“Safe. You need to be safe.” He continued, dropping his thumb after she pressed a kiss there. “I can’t risk this. I can’t risk you.” His brows creased, “I can’t afford to...to be distracted when my people need me.” He looked away after catching the flash of hurt inside her eyes.

“My people are too high of a price to pay for a distraction.” His voice was filled with regret, “I could see us…in another time maybe.In another place,” he muttered, “I could see you us settling down somewhere - away from all of this. I could see you being everything,” his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “But I will not allow it. Not now. I cannot love you because my people need me. And I cannot put you over my people.”

She flinched then, feeling as though he slapped her with every word. “You need to leave.”

“Harlow I –” He tried to reach for her but she shoved him back.

“Don’t.”

Nodding slowly, Jax pulled on his pants and grabbed his jacket on his way out. Once his hand was by the door, Harlow spoke up.

“I get it.” She threw her hands in the air. “I get that you’re this badass warrior that-that has to bleed himself dry for the people he cares about,for the people that look to you for guidance – but what about what you want?” She couldn’t meet his eyes, knowing it would shatter her heart if she did. “Doesn’t that matter at all?”

“What I want....I can’t allow that to matter.” He said slowly; her heart sinking with every word. “Because until this war is over – there can never be an us. Not a real us anyway.”

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[a5-theglue]

Tomorrow

An AU where Newt’s immune but Thomas isn’t. Requested by @newtytoot 

** In this - like the book - there was no cure (so Teresa didn’t give it to Thomas before the safe haven) I don’t know what that means for Brenda but she's not featured in this so.. Sorry B 💕  ** 

This could be triggering for some so be mindful x

Word Count: 1947

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Finally the run was over. The survivors find themselves breathing in the fresh air, surrounded by green grassy fields and beautiful sandy beaches with cliffs that overlook the ocean. Their safe haven, their new home. They had made it.

It’s late and most of the survivors were sharing stories around a fire at their camp, but Thomas wanders away from the group for a moment alone. He sits at the edge of a cliff that overlooks the ocean. The moon reflects onto the waters surface and twinkling stars blanket the sky. 

Thomas sits and thinks of all those he’s lost, Alby, Chuck, Winston, Teresa and he has a wave of guilt over the Gladers names that he didn’t learn before their demise. Thomas’s thoughts are interrupted by feet approaching in the dirt and light laughter. Then Thomas is looking at the two smiling faces of Newt and Minho as they sit by either side of him. Suddenly Thomas remembers why this was all worth it. Two of the people he cared most for in the world were happy, healthy and safe. That’s why he fought so hard to get here, to get them here. 

“You alright, Tommy?” Newt asks as he shifts into a comfy position beside Thomas, their shoulders brushing against one another as he does so. “You were acting a bit off at dinner, barely touched your food.” 

“And it was good food too.” Minho let’s out a comedic burp but the other two boys didn’t laugh along with him.

“Tommy?” Newt presses. 

“I’m just tired.” Thomas lets out a heavy sigh. 

Minho now shares Newt’s concern for their friend after picking up on Thomas’s odd behaviour like Newt had earlier at dinner. 

“I miss everyone too. I think about them all the time.” Minho says gently after he figures Thomas is grieving his losses. 

Newt nods slightly. “We lost a lot of friends on the road to here, that’s why we have to try and live for them now. Try and make their deaths count. It hurts but we have to.”

“You try and remember that.” Thomas says as he stares blankly at the ocean, it was more a thought spoken out loud rather than a statement directed to anyone in particular. 

“What do you mean?” Newt expresses his confusion. 

“Tomorrow.” Thomas tries to shrug it off. 

“Thomas.” Minho asserts his authority. “If this is more than losing our friends, you have to tell us. We’ve been through a lot together and we’ll go through a lot more, I’m sure of it. Let us shoulder whatever it is that’s got you so down? That’s what we’re here for.” 

Thomas lets out another sigh, this time he seems defeated. He drops his gaze to his lap and fiddles with the hem of his shirt sleeve as he speaks, “I didn’t notice anything until we set sail- Or maybe I did, but everything was so intense before, I didn’t have time to process it-” Thomas shakes his head as he tries to reign in his thoughts. “It started as an itch but no matter how hard I tried, it wouldn't go away. Then I noticed this...” Thomas’s hand is shaky as he pushes up the sleeve of his shirt. A faint gasp escapes Minho as he spies the blackened veins running up Thomas’s arm. “It’s all over my chest and back and-” Thomas stops and pushes his sleeve back down, “I figure it won't be long now. Few days, a week maybe if I’m lucky.”

“Shit, Tommy.” Was all Newt could say as his face falls into a deepest frown. 

Minho - whom had been quiet other than his original gasp - seemed to be boiling with a newfound rage. “You got us out of the maze- Through the Scorch- You got me back from WCKD-” Minho shuts his eyes tightly for a moment as if he was trying to get a grip on his anger. “None of us would be here without you- This is so unfair! This is- This is-” Minho was worked up. 

“A steaming pile of klunk?” Thomas offers up with half a smile. 

“Don't joke, Tommy.” Newt’s frown remains. 

“It’s alright.” Thomas rests a hand on the blondes shoulder and he shares his gaze between his two closest friends. “I’m fine right now. Can we forget about it for a moment and deal with it tomorrow?”

“Unless you're talking about a bloody cure I don’t want to hear it, Tommy.” Newt scoffs. “We have to talk to Vince, he’s got that serum that helps the Flare-”

“It’s too late.” Thomas shakes his head. 

“The hell it is.” Minho snaps as he gets up to leave. Thomas reaches up and grabs at his wrist to stop him. 

“Can we wait until tomorrow?” Thomas asks again.

“Tommy, it’s better we do it as soon as possible.” Newt gives Thomas a sad look, he didn’t mean to look sympathetic it was just hard to hide his breaking heart. 

“Please, just sit here with me for a little while longer?” Thomas’s voice was so soft and innocent it was hard to believe that he’s sick with a sudden rage virus. 

Minho looks to Newt for some sort of guidance, the British boy gives him a single and sad nod. Newt seemed unsure of himself but Minho could understand to an extent, he sits himself back beside Thomas. 

Thomas lays down, surprising the others. Some small stones poked through his shirt but it wasn’t too uncomfortable. Eventually Newt and Minho follow Thomas’s lead and lay down too. The three of them lay shoulder to shoulder, an unnecessary closeness one could argue, but not one of the three boys were in a hurry to move.

“Do either of you remember any of the constellations?” Thomas asks softly as the stars reflect shiny specs in his eyes.

“I don’t know.” Newt crinkles his brows in thought and Minho mumbles something similar.

“I feel like I should know them but I’ve forgotten.” Thomas says. “Seems like a weird memory WCKD would steal.” 

“Maybe they just didn’t see any reason to teach them to us in the first place.” Newt turns his gaze towards Thomas for a moment even though Thomas’s eyes still pointed to the sky. “I don’t get the impression that WCKD let us do much star gazing before the maze.” Newt forces a laugh but it falls flat.

“You’re probably right.” Thomas’s tone had a sadness to it. 

“Screw WCKD and screw the old dead guys that named the stars before us.” Minho says and he could feel Newt’s frown without even having to look at him. “I mean all with due respect or whatever but screw em. I say we make up new names for the stars. After everything we’ve been through I think we deserve to rewrite some of history.” 

“Alright then.” Newt shuffles in place and has to clear his throat because the lump forming inside it was making it hard to speak. “You see that big star, the bright one right there?” Newt points up towards the sky, “We’ll call that one Chuck.” 

Thomas looks up towards it with a smile. He points to another star, “That one there the one that’s close to Chuck, that one will be Teresa.” 

Minho swallows hard and forces his smile and points to another star. “There’s one for Alby.” 

They go on to point out another for Winston.

“And you see those three bright ones that are kind of in a line?” Newt asks as he motions towards them like he was tracing a line connecting them with his finger. “That’s us.” 

“The Mighty Gladers.” Minho says with the faintest smile. 

Thomas smiles fondly at the grouping. Even if they were just silly words spoken into the air, Thomas found comfort in the thought that they could all be immortalised together. Then it fell silent for a moment, the three of them just kept looking towards the stars. Soon after, Thomas’s eyes begin to feel heavy, his breathing sounded heavy. 

“Tommy?” Newt rolls his head towards him with a look of concern, “Are you alright?” 

“I’m sorry.” Thomas whispers. 

“Thomas?” Minho sits up frantically and hovers over his friend. Newt rises too and also looks over Thomas. “I’m going to get the serum-” Minho says.

“No. I told you already, it’s too late.” Thomas groans, “I planned to be alone so you didn’t have to see,” Thomas’s fights to keep his eyes open. “But selfishly I’m glad you’re here.”

Newt grabs two tuffs full of Thomas’s shirt and yanks him up so he’s sitting. The brunettes eyes are glazing over, his body dropping with a heaviness. 

“Tommy, what the bloody hell did you do?” Newt asks with desperation in his eyes as he fights to hold Thomas’s heavy gaze. 

“It was in some of the medical supplies Vince gathered. I heard him say it was just incase they needed them.” Thomas could feel himself growing weaker by the second.

“What did you take, Tommy?” The blonde boy is frantic. 

Minho tries to wedge his fingers in Thomas’s mouth but he pushes them away. “That won't work.” Thomas slurs. “One pill, takes an hour or two but it doesn’t hurt, it’s just like falling asleep. It shouldn't be long now...”

“I’m going to get the serum.” Minho goes to stand again but Thomas uses all his might to hold onto his friend. 

“It’s not a cure, Minho.” Thomas says. 

“But it can help-”

“Maybe, but it’s too late for me.” Thomas coughs. “Use it to help someone else or try and find an actual cure but honestly I don’t really care. You two are safe, that’s all that matters to me.” 

Thomas was losing consciousness and Newt was struggling to hold his weight, Minho jumps in an assists with their friend. 

“Tommy...” Newt shakes his head and tears fill the brims of his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” Thomas says softly.

“Don’t apologise you dumb shank.” Minho lets out a heartbreaking sound that might have been a painful laugh. 

“I didn’t want you to have to see this.” Thomas mumbles. 

Now with Minho helping support Thomas’s weight, Newt is able to lift one hand and gently stroke Thomas’s cheek. “It’s okay, you’re okay,” his voice is shaky, “It’s like Minho said, we’ve been through a lot together, we’re here to shoulder the pain.” 

“I’m glad you’re both here,” Thomas’s voice fades to a whisper. “Thank you,” his breathing slows even more, “Thank you for being my friends. That's made everything worth it.”

Thomas gathers as much strength as he can to look up at the stars one last time, he could have sworn he saw his friends stars shine a little brighter, as if they were welcoming him or showing him the way. Then with a smile, Thomas takes his final breath. His body went limp in his friends arms. Minho lays Thomas back down on the ground and gets to his feet and lets out an angry roar. 

“Minho,” Newt’s voice cracks. The Asian boy turns to his friend, Newt’s cheeks were soaked with tears. 

“This isn’t fair. Not Thomas. Thomas deserved-” Minho says shaking his head. He had to be angry because if he wasn’t, he might just cry. 

“I know.” Newt’s voice was so quiet Minho almost didn’t hear him. Newt hangs his head forward and sobs into Thomas’s shirt. Minho drops to his knees and lets his head and shoulders slump forward.

They both knew they were going to have to carry around great losses for the rest of their lives, it’s just that neither of them ever thought they’d have to do it without Thomas. 

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