#he will pull her boyfriend out of the abyss even if he has to die in the process | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

hazbbyhaz · 3 years

Text

sleepless || harry styles

twenty three

pairing: Harry Styles x OC

synopsis: story circle

disclaimer: that bloke Eric, harassment, cursing

One of the luckiest things to happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood

Avery had never stayed at a party till the very end. She wasn't a fan of the loud noises, the crowded space, the drunks. The atmosphere itself made her anxious. As the hand of the kitchen clock finally hit twelve, she assumed the party would start to die down. She thought people would slowly funnel out, all bidding their goodbyes and frantically making their way to the tube. Their thoughts, no doubt, thinking about the inevitable hangover they will face tomorrow. But, that didn’t happen. If anything, the party intensified. While she knew that she could go home, she didn’t want to. If she did, she would fall asleep. If she left, she would be alone.

A few minutes earlier a small group of people had formed, all of them sat around the living room. Harry, who was exhausted from showing Avery his amazing dance skills, had led her to where he was previously sitting, both of them sitting side by side on the sofa.

Francis, who sat opposite them, held up a cupcake with blue frosting and sprinkles all over it. "Okay, who made these cupcakes because they are so good! I need the recipe."

"All the credits to me," Another boy spoke up, he had black short hair and there was a golden earring dangling from his earlobe. "can't give you that recipe though, it's my mothers." He shrugs and Francis groans dramatically, making everyone laugh.

Avery sat in silence, taking everything in around her. The atmosphere started to grow on her. Harry grew worried by her silence, asking her multiple times if she was feeling okay, but she was having the time of her life. She loved hearing about everyone's family reunions, annoying relatives and friends who got married. It was so different to her life and she wished she could tell a story about her family. But she couldn't. Even Harry chimed in talking about one Christmas night when he was six and tried to catch Santa, tripping over the cable for the electric candles on the tree and causing the whole thing to fall over.

"Okay" Francis speaks up. "I want to hear the most embarrassing thing that happened to you in your childhood or teenage years. Starting with..." His eyes skimmed through the room before deciding on a ginger haired girl. "Zoe."

The stories went all over the place. From awkward kisses to first dates and failed pranks or trying to impress crushes. And before she realized, it was Avery's turn to tell her story. Her first instinct was to let them skip her, but no one in the group was having it. There wasn't anything to say, she had been homeschooled and her childhood had been not even close to any experiences here.

"Uhm... I don't really know... what to-"

"Oh come on, pet." A sudden movement in the corner of her eyes makes Avery move closer to Harry in fright. She gripped his forearm, Harry immediately noticing and taking her hand into his own, rubbing his thumb in gentle circles on the back of her palm. Eric had sat down next to her on the tiny sofa, apparently deciding to join the little circle as well. "Don't act all innocent. Tell us, what did you do as a child?"

"If you'd let her talk she'd be able to answer, mate" Harry chimed in, throwing an annoyed look at Eric.

"Nothing comes to my mind right now." She quickly rambles, trying to just get out of this situation. Being the center of attention must be high up on the list of worst things in the world she thought. The eyes of all these people fixed on her made her incredibly uncomfortable.

"Oh, so she is all innocent" Eric exclaims, his breath smelling like beer and his words almost unnoticeably slurred.

She could sense Harry roll his eyes beside her before he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Tell something about Oliver, love."

"Oh yes!" Avery grins, embarrassed for a second at how loud her voice was. "I have a cat and he used to balance on the rail of my balcony. There was one time where I had just gotten out of the shower, still in just a towel, and I saw him balancing outside on the railing. I got super scared that he would fall off, so I ran out and grabbed him, and in the process my towel dropped which ended up in me flashing an old lady living opposite me."

"Oh my god, that sounds horrendous!" Francis laughs.

"It was horrible, I didn't step foot on that balcony for a month." She giggled less aware of all the eyes on her. They continued on but Harry was still chuckling from Avery's story. "Oliver really is a bastard, huh?"

"No" Avery laughs. "He's so cute, I just had to forgive him."

Harry shakes his head but there was still a smile on his face. His eyes meet hers and he studies her face for a moment. "You look a bit tired."

"I am" She confesses, leaning her head against his shoulder. There was no reason for denying it, especially not when she was talking to Harry.

"Do you wanna try and get some sleep tonight?"

"Not really" With the party, and Harry sleeping over the night before, there surely was a lot on her mind and Avery wasn't eager to simply sleep it all off.

"I can put a pot of coffee on?"

She sits up with a grin. "That would be amazing."

"I’ll make you a cup." Harry knew that what he was doing was wrong. He shouldn’t be encouraging her sleeping habits, or lack thereof. But, making the night most bearable for her was his top priority, and if this was how, then that was that. Case closed.

"Thank you."

He gets up and disappears in the kitchen shortly after. Avery turns her attention back to the stories being told by all the strangers sat around her. Now that Harry isn't around, she felt irritable and increadoubly out of place now that he was gone. She groans internally because she knows that she has been relying on him too much. She was dependent on him. She felt as if she was no longer independent.

When it came to her job, paying bills, doing taxes, and managing her things, she had always been independent. She had to be. But as soon as she got confronted with social interactions, she simply couldn't stop her heart from beating or her thoughts from racing.

"So.. Avery,'' Eric beside her starts, turning his body towards her and leaning back against the armrest of the sofa, a new bottle of beer in his right hand. "How old are you?"

She fiddles with the hem of her sweater, feeling his burning gaze on her. "22" Avery whispers, focusing her attention on the guy with the black hair who is telling some story that she is too far away to hear. She was trying to show Eric that she really ins't interested in talking to him, but he doesn't get the hint.

"You live on your own then, right? At 22? That's impressive."

She nods, still avoiding his eyes, trying to concentrate on the story.

"Is it far from here?"

"Just a couple tube stops." Just don't look at him, ignore him.

"Hey, loosen up a bit, hm?" Eric jokes and his hand squeezes her thigh, making her jump cause she wasn't expecting him to be so bold.

"Please don’t touch me." She mumbles, scooting closer to the other end of the sofa. Eric simply shrugs, moving closer to her but before he can say anything else, a ball of crumpled paper hits his head. Avery looks up and notices that Francis was the culprit.

"Hey Eric!" He yells over. "Cut it out. You're being annoying."

Eric rolls his eyes at Francis, ignoring his request and turning back to the girl beside him, but Francis doesn't stop. "I mean it. Leave her alone or get the fuck out, okay?"

After huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, Eric finally gets up and walks towards a little group by the fireplace on the other side of the room.

Avery lets out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Finally feeling relieved knowing that he was away from her. She got up, about to thank Francis, before realizing that he had completely disappeared. Lost in the abyss of the party. So, Avery slowly made her way to the kitchen, knowing that Harry would be there.

Harry was leaning against the kitchen counter, texting someone on his phone, his brows furrowed. As Avery enters he looks up, his eyes becoming a bit brighter and his brows unfurrowed. "Your coffee is almost ready." He says, assuming that was the reason why she came to the kitchen.

"It's boring without you." She felt how her body had calmed down substantially, her heart had turned back to a normal beat and her mind slowed down.

"Everything in life is boring without me," Harry says and she chuckles tiredly at his ego. "Come over here."

Avery scrambles over to him and Harry opens his arms, pulling her small frame close to his chest. She allowed herself to close her eyes and take in his scent as Harry rested his chin on her head. Avery guessed that he would leave somewhen, maybe soon and there would be no one to blame for it. No one at all. Because if she can't stand herself, how could she expect someone else to be around her.

"Whatever happened to you, Ave, no matter what it was, you didn't deserve it. I know you didn't." She freezes but Harry doesn't let her go, instead he starts to draw small circles on her back. "I noticed how you were acting earlier when everyone was telling their stories. You seemed so... eager to take it all in as if.. I don't know..." He murmurs, she feels the vibration of his chest against her cheek.

"It doesn't matter to me what it was, and you don't have to tell me, but you didn't deserve it."

She had never told anyone. Not her previous boyfriends, not Tom, she could barely admit any of it to herself. For a moment, she thought about not replying at all.

"But don't you think bad things happen to bad people?"

"Oh Avery... I think you can be anything you want to be in life. Anything but a bad person."

✨ next

✨ previous

✨ masterlist

✨ wattpad

Taglist: if you would like to be added, interact with this post or message me!

@serenametanoia @magicalmongerherringfan @caliqueenbed @thebestthingyouneverhad

21 notes · View notes

thebigqueer · 3 years

Text

Solangelo - "Longing for Solutide" - One-Shot

SPOILERS: The Burning Maze

Summary: Nico learns of Jason's death.

Word Count: 2104

Read on AO3

A soft breeze flits past the demigods as they sit by the fire, laughing and chattering about the day’s activities. A blue and pink sky spills overhead, and the scent of flowers and rain lingers in the air. Spring has approached, finally.

Unfortunately, this also means that it has been almost three months since Apollo came down to Earth, creating chaos amongst all the demigods. For the most part, no one has been too worried, but Nico knows there’s more at play - Chiron and Dionysus told him so. And, if Nico extends his focus far enough, he can sense Apollo - Lester’s - life force. It’s whittling away, growing smaller and smaller as the months pass.

He doesn’t voice any of that to Will, of course. If he did, Will would break down, crack to pieces. He can’t have that, not since his anxiety attacks have been becoming more frequent. So instead, he’s just been enjoying this time with his boyfriend, trying to take both their minds off the looming danger. He knows there’s more that’s going to happen, but he has no idea how long it will take before things turn to hell again. For the time being, he’s choosing to ignore all the dark possibilities.

Nico, Will, Lou Ellen, Cecil, and Will’s siblings are sitting around the campfire, sticking white marshmallows into the bright orange flames. Will’s arm presses against Nico’s left side, sending shivers through his body, while Kayla’s playing Mythomagic with him on the other. Nico feels warm all over; he’s bursting with love. Everything is perfect. And, for the first time in a while, Nico truly feels at home again. He feels safe in the embrace of people he actually cares about.

Kayla groans as Nico pulls a card to defeat her, and he laughs. “You just need to learn better strategy.”

“Can’t believe I’m being told off by some old guy,” she grumbles.

“This old guy could teach you a thing or two about manners.”

“Oh, great, now he even sounds like one.”

Nico smiles, a warm flood of joy sweeping over his heart. “Okay, just practice. Tomorrow night we can practice again.”

“Whatever, Grandpa Edgelord.” The glimmer of enjoyment sparkles in her eyes and she smiles widely. At the sight of her excitement, butterflies crash against Nico’s stomach. In the past people have only looked at him with the shadow of fear, but seeing that look in Kayla's eyes makes him feel that maybe he does belong now - maybe he does have a place here.

The purple sky overhead dims, turning into a bluish-purple color. Stars begin to poke holes across the plains of the sky and a new breeze brushes past hurriedly. Will shifts closer to Nico, his shoulder brushing against the son of Hades, and superfluous joy pours over Nico.

But he feels something, a buzz in his core. A small burst of darkness erupts in his stomach, and all of a sudden the warmth of the fire and the closeness of Will don’t seem so comforting anymore - they’re suffocating him, pushing him into a corner. His mind begins to hum with a dark energy he hasn’t experienced in a while.

An image bursts into his head, a face with electric blue eyes and light hair and glasses balanced sloppily over his face. It takes a moment for Nico to recognize him, but when he does, his breath hitches.

No.

Nico drops his marshmallow stick and sits up straight. Suddenly the darkness overhead doesn’t seem inviting and lovely; it’s consuming him, filtering into every corner of his body, absorbing into his muscles. He’s caving into himself, giving into the pressure of grief.

Nico’s fingers grip his seat so tight that his knuckles turn white. His chest heaves with every inhalation; he can’t keep the air in his lungs. He can’t breathe. He can’t do anything anymore.

Will turns to him. “Nico?” he asks, concern laced into his voice. “Is everything okay?”

Nico looks up at him, gazes into his blue eyes, at his blond hair. Will looks absolutely nothing like Jason, yet Nico can’t help but to see the son of Zeus’s face on his boyfriend. Guilt crashes into him.

Nico swallows and stands up. “I need to go.” The firelight is too bright; the people are too warm. He needs space.

“What?” Will stands too, his eyebrows furrowed. “What’s wrong? Can I come with you?”

Nico doesn’t answer; he rushes away from the people by the fire, his bare feet sinking into the wet grass. The ache of tears builds up in his throat and a hot ball of emotions shakes up his chest. There’s no way he’s gone, Nico thinks. He can’t be.

He rushes for his cabin, his only refuge from the crashing world around him. Its darkness and solitude beckon to him, call his name, urge him to crawl into the arms of shadows and disappear for a long while.

But footsteps echo behind him and Nico stops in his tracks, turning to whoever dares to follow him on his trip to grief. Will’s racing behind him, his blond curls flying in the air. “Nico!” he calls. “What are you doing? What’s going on?”

“Go,” Nico demands. “Will, just… go back.”

“Back? Nico, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Will’s voice seems choked, strangled by his own worry. There’s so much emotion in his eyes, so much care, but Nico can’t look at him without thinking of Jason, without thinking of what that buzz in his core meant.

Nico hisses through his teeth. “Jason, please.”

Will blinks. “Jason? I’m Will.” The blond edges closer, his fingers reaching for Nico. “What happened, Nico? You can tell me.”

Nico blanks. Then he shakes his head to clear his mind. “Will, please, just leave. I can’t… I can’t right now.”

The ache building up in his throat turns loose, and a sob echoes from his chest. Tears prickle his eyes and a second later, the world turns blurry. He falls to the ground, letting the water from the grass seep into the fabric of his jeans, slip into his skin. His tears create fractures over his face, and their trails glimmer in the dim lighting.

He’s slipping away, drowning in sorrow. He’s losing himself.

Will rushes towards him and holds his face in his warm hands. “Nico, did someone die?”

Nico pushes Will’s fingers away, afraid that even one gentle touch from him may somehow hurt the blond. “Jason…,” the son of Hades mumbles. “He… I don’t… His life force…”

“Oh.” A blank look flashes in Will’s face, and then his eyebrows rise. “Oh. Oh, gods. Nico-”

Nico shakes his head and pushes himself from Will. He doesn’t want his warmth; he doesn’t want his care. He just wants to be alone. “Will, please, just leave. I need to go. I need… I need… I don’t know. I don’t know anymore.”

Will stands and watches Nico nervously. Behind his eyes, Nico sees the gears turning in his head, the string of worries echoing around. Nico is no mind reader, but he knows Will thinks he’s going to do something dangerous, something damaging.

They lock eyes for a second, and there, in Will’s irises, Nico sees the doubt. He says nothing but Nico can see the thoughts in his head: Don’t do what you did for Bianca. Don’t try to bring him back.

“Do you know for sure?” Will whispers. “Maybe it was just… a false alarm.”

Nico shakes his head. “Maybe it was, but chances are it wasn’t. Will, I can’t feel his life force anymore. I can’t feel him alive anymore.” More sobs rack his body, throw his blood off their track. “Please, Will, just let me go.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?” Will asks. “You don’t need to be alone.”

Nico knows Will means well, but his voice only grates against Nico’s ears, trickles annoyance into his veins. Nico closes his eyes to drown out the underlying rage, to calm the red hot anger simmering in his blood.

But Will isn’t leaving. He’s only watching Nico with pity and admiration, and Nico can’t take it.

His body hums with energy, roils with darkness, swirls with anger. There’s a tug in his stomach, a pull, and then the ground underneath him thunders. Before he knows what’s happening, the ground beneath him cracks. Will calls his name, but with the turmoil in his skin and the blood roaring in his ears, Nico can barely hear him.

All he knows is that he wants Will to go, to leave him alone.

“Just… GO,” Nico demands. His voice resonates over the cabins and through the ground, echoing in the air. Rage and grief, sorrow and humiliation all lift into the air, and they envelop the boys in their cold embrace.

The ground shakes more, shivers under Nico’s touch. And then, as if listening to the sound of Nico’s voice, four skeletons crawl out of the abyss, their white faces grinning in the darkness. They all turn their gaze to Will.

Will’s eyes become large, the blue of his irises reflecting his fear. He starts to step back from Nico. The skeletal figures only follow Will, though, no matter how hard he tries to escape them. Their bones clack as they move forward.

“Nico,” he murmurs nervously, “make them stop.”

For a moment, Nico doesn’t understand what’s happening. The earth is spinning and he’s hanging onto his sanity by a thread, barely managing to keep up with the world around him. The only person in his mind is Jason, his face, his voice. Memories of him create a tornado in Nico’s head; they’re memories that Nico won’t be able to get back.

When Will cries, “Nico, please!” only then does the son of Hades realize that his boyfriend is in danger. He blinks and looks up, catching sight of what’s happening. The skeletons are closing around Will, pushing him against a tree, blocking any way out.

Nico’s heart starts going overtime. Is he doing that? Are they moving off his emotions? He tries to reign in his feelings, but there’s too much anger flowing in his system, too many emotions blocking his focus. The skeletons keep edging forward.

One reaches out to Will, grabbing a hold of his sweatshirt, but Will swats the hand away and pulls a bone out from the skeleton's limb. He brandishes it in front of the other three. “Nico, please, get them away from me,” he calls desperately.

Nico balances his hand out and tries to get a grip of control, but he can’t make a connection. They’re out of his reach. Will is out of his reach.

More sobs rack his body, but this time they're from the panic that squeezes his heart. What if he can’t stop the skeletons? What if they beat Will senseless? What if Nico is powerless to stop them?

Nico reaches out again, trying his best to attach an invisible rope from his body to them. His chest aches as more sobs billow out of him, but this time he catches a hold of them. He commands them to stop, and after another moment of terror, they follow his order and dive back into the crack in the ground, disappearing into the abyss they came from.

Nico wishes he could join them in the eternal darkness.

Silence lingers in the air, wrapping around the boys in a vice-like grip around their throats. Will’s watching Nico with big eyes, a sheen of terror glazing over his blue irises. He’s staring at Nico with a look that’s all too familiar - he’s afraid of him. But doesn’t he have a right to be? Nico wonders.

They’re two worlds apart now, drifting away with two different currents. An ocean stands between them. A large new rift separates the boys from one another, sets them into two different worlds altogether.

“Nico.” Will’s voice grates down Nico’s ears like shards of glass. He sounds broken, shattered, helpless.

Nico covers his face. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. Darkness spills from him, sinks into his toes, leaks out from his skin. It pours out to the grass and turns it brown. He’s carrying the aura of death with him. Nico gasps and steps back, but the brown follows him wherever he steps.

He looks to Will again and holds his hands to his mouth. He can only hope Will sees the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he whispers again.

Then he runs off, leaving a trail of dead grass each step he goes, longing for the comfort of solitude and despair.

16 notes · View notes

puppypeter · 4 years

Text

Bringing you all a sad ass fic rec this fine Thursday... prepare the tissues!!🥺These are all Peter-centric (some could be in an irondad list too tbh), but the focus is Pete going through some shit cause apparently I like reading about my fave suffering 😞 Please please remeber to READ THE TAGS/TW!!! (There’s quite a few Skip fics).

PS: do not link any of these fics to the actors or anyone associated with them. Fics are from the fans for the fans, and they should stay within the fandom!

I’d say happy reading! but....

Countdown | Teen & Up | 26741 words

When May gets a new boyfriend, Peter is glad for her. But nothing can ever go that well for Peter. At first Peter thinks maybe he just doesn't like him. But then it gets worse. And Peter just wants May to be happy, at any cost.

The classic 'May's boyfriend abuses Peter' trope.

Will you let me, lead you even when your blind? | General Audiences | 3526 words

It all started as a normal day, a normal patrol. It was simple. It was something he had done at least a million times. Stupid bad guys.

Peter goes blind after a problem on petrol and the chaos that follows.

what is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives | Mature | 6977 words

Whumptober Day Sixteen - Pinned Down

Nothing matters. He can’t breathe, can’t sleep, can’t eat. He’s an empty shell of broken fragments, whatever’s left of himself.

He’s nothing.

Vacant eyes and a blank expression, pliant limbs and empty words.

He’s gone.

All because of Thomas.

All the pretty pictures in my head are faded | Teen & Up | 1770 words

Whumptober Day Seven - Isolation

Everything was lost in the fire.

Peter’s suit, all of Peter’s belongings, everything of May’s, everything that used to belong to Ben.

May.

Peter lost everything that day.

Your heart will lead you home | Teen & Up | 4591 words

Whumptober Day Fourteen - Tear-Stained

He hates fighting with Tony. He hates the disappointment on his face. He hates the sadness and the pain, hates the way he called this his home and not the cabin. Hates how he left without saying goodbye. Hates the lack of closure. Hates himself more than he normally does.

He hates the insecurities that crawl through his head like vines, entangling him in the thoughts of alienation. Of Unbelonging. Hates the anxiety like acid, like a rope around his neck cutting off his breathing. Hates the desperation to call Tony, to ask him to come back, to ask him to wrap in a hug and take care of him and the thoughts in his head, to convince his head that it’s wrong.

Everything. He hates everything.

But he doesn’t bother trying to fix it. He simply pulls the blanket over his head and wishes the world away.

hold on, i still need you | Teen & Up | 1797 words

He looked about as messy as he felt. A mess of probably greasy hair from having gone one too many days without a shower, strands of hair in every direction. Pimples on a pale face like mountains on a landscape. Picked at scabs leaving marks of dried blood. Dark circles beneath his eyes like someone has stepped all over him, leaving behind dark shoeprints and sunken skin. An emptiness behind dark eyes like an abyss hiding too much underneath for someone so young.

Post-Endgame and Peter's struggling to deal. Morgan can't lose her older brother.

Hitting Every Red Light | Not Rated | 12776 words

Happy Hogan does a lot of annoying stuff for Tony Stark, including driving an annoying spider kid places. But when Peter stops talking so much, Happy starts to think maybe he enjoyed the talkative kid’s company after all. Or A whump story about Peter crying a lot after being punished by Nick Fury for messing up on a mission. Peter feels lots of guilt for messing up, and he fears his favorite mentor will be disappointed. Luckily Happy is there to help.

You wouldn’t understand | Teen & Up | 2926 words > Read the tags!

‘Come on Einstein, it’ll be fun!’ Peter hears echoing through his head as he stares at the familiar face in front of him.

The pale blue eyes that are looking back at him make Peter feel nauseous. He feels his body moving, all but stumbling backwards towards the exit. His vision goes blurry, and all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart thudding in his ears.

Appearances can be deceiving | Not Rated | 3269 words > Read the tags!

Alternate ending to 'You wouldn't understand'.

Peter's doing what he does best - saving people - when one of the people who needs saving is his childhood rapist.

If reality were a nightmare | Not Rated | 4334 words > Read the tags!

When people say sleep paralysis is one of the worst things a person can experience - they aren’t lying.

Peter Parker is no stranger to sleep paralysis.

Except this time, for Peter, it isn’t a dream. This isn’t something he’s going to wake up from in a cold sweat trying to catch his breath.

Repeating the past | Not Rated | 5584 words > Read the tags!

“Why me?” Peter asked, pulling back to look at Tony with red rimmed eyes. “Why do bad things always happen to me?”

Tony pulled Peter tighter against him, never wanting to let go. “I wish I knew, Pete.” Tony admitted. “You don’t deserve this.”

Green Turning Purple | General Audiences | 6239 words

Peter knows he can't fight back with his powers. So he doesn't. He lets whatever he's "earned" come at him. This time is a fucking bat.

Suit of Armor | Mature | 18230 words > Read the tags!

Peter Parker finally had a friend...

...but Skip Wescott was no such thing.

OR:

Peter deals with being a survivor post Skip Wescott. (Based on the PSA comic released by Marvel)

When You Hand By A Thread of Sanity | Not Rated | 87355 words > Read the tags!

Peter Parker has a good life. He has an Aunt that loves him more than anything and now a father-figure, Tony Stark, who would do anything to protect him. Despite losing his parents and his Uncle at such a young age, Peter’s life is good. But will all that change when a teacher at Peter’s school decides to take advantage of him in the worst way.

The New Normal | General Audiences | 24854 words

Life has a tendency to throw curveballs, and this one that's thrown at Peter Parker is one that he and his family never, ever expected.

Some curveballs are temporary, ones that are thrown to make life "interesting" and keep people on their toes.

But some are permanent...and the only thing left to do is adjust, regroup, and move on.

Move on with the new normal.

Don’t Leave Me Now | Teen & Up | 26524 words

Peter wakes up to white noise, static, a weight in his head that makes him feel like he'll never stand up straight again. His whole body is a wreck and every breath he takes is full of nails and pain. He can barely move.

Tony's face is the first thing to come into focus. If the blurry outline of him can be called focus.

"Tell me before May gets in here," Tony says, gravely serious. He rests his hand gently on Peter's shoulder. "I'm giving you that chance. What's going on?"

Peter knows he can't hide it anymore. He wants to sigh, but it hurts too much. Everything hurts too much. It shouldn't hurt this much.

"I think I'm losing my powers."

The Third Option | Mature | 220962 words

Homecoming A/U.

Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway.

So he leaves.

Simple.

Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on.

And that’s when things get complicated.

Always Silent, Peter Darling | Mature | 116135 words

After a traumatic experience at age 6, Peter Parker hasn't spoken a word. Most blame it on the fact that he witnessed his Uncle die in a horrible fire, this is only partly true. Now, almost 10 years later Peter is given the chance to finally speak, but will he take it? Or is the fear of his Aunt to much for him to take that chance?

Either way, Tony Stark can tell something's not quite right about the kind hearted May Parker.

Downfall | Mature | 5307 words

Peter is being abused. Tony finds out in the worst way possible.

...more will be added! Feel free to inbox me any suggestions!

#peter parker whump #i live my fave to suffer apparently #puppy peter fic recs #pp: fic recs #pp: peter fics #pp: peter whump

64 notes · View notes

musical-broken-heart · 4 years

Text

What?

Ships: Stenbrough TW: Smut?

Can you guys guess my favourite ship in this fandom?

It was a few days away from Bill and Stan's birthday. They had been friends for many years and always joked about how they had two days between their birthdays. Eddie and Richie had been friends for a few years but weren't as close as they wanted. "HAPPY BIrthDAY STAN!" Bill yelled throwing his arms around his boyfriend. "My birthdays tomorrow Denbrough." Stan smiled. Bill shrugged and kissed the boys nose causing him the chuckle. "You two are disgusting," Mike said looking up from his book.

"Whatever farm boy!" Stan said sitting next to Bill who stared at the TV. "So about that clown." Ben started. "We have to fight it and tomorrow seems to be the best day." Mike agreed. Stan groaned and hid his face in Bills shoulder. "S-stan they have a p-point," he said holding the jew close to him. "William Denbrough I refuse to go!" he said muffled into the other boy's shirt. "Stanely Uris b-b-because you said my full first n-name you have b-been sentenced to coming with us to fight a d-d-demonic clown!"

Stan glared at him but sighed and nodded. "Well since we all agree to go into greywater tomorrow we should go home and get rest. See y'all tomorrow. Oh, happy birthday Stan the man!" Richie said walking out of the house. "Trashmouth is right we should get some rest," Beverly said. "Y-yea. S-see you all t-tomorrow." Bill said leaving.

~Time skip next morning~

Bill groaned as he woke up his eyes adjusting to the light. Sitting up in bed he rubbed his eyes. Walking to the door he was shocked to see a different room than the one he went to sleep in. Taking a deep breath he easily recognized the room as Stan's. Quietly rushing to the bathroom he looked in the mirror only to see Stans reflection instead of his. Leaning over the sink he ran his fingers through the curls and left the house.

"Stan! It's good to see you but I thought your parents would let you sleep in on-" before Sharon could continue Georgie ran over to the door (I can't let Georgie die instead it was someone else). "Stan!" he yelled. Bill laughed and hugged his brother. "Um mo- Mrs Denbrough can I speak with you?" he asked. "Dear you know you can call me Sharon. What's wrong?" she asked. Bill sat down and looked at the floor. "You told me- er Bill that on peoples 16th birthday they swapped bodies with their soulmate," he said. Sharon nodded and smiled. "Yes and before you continue I have a question for you," she said standing up walking over to the boy. "Yea?" Bill asked.

"How are you going to wake Stan up, William??" his mother asked. He stared at her in shock. "Huh?!" "I'm your mother I know you very well and please you and Stan are perfect for each other I'd be surprised if you two didn't switch bodies. I made breakfast for Stan so you can go and wake him up to that." She smiled at Bills shocked look. "W-wait so you know-" she kissed his forehead and nodded. "Go wake Stan up now. Make sure he doesn't scream!" Sharon said as Bill ran to his room.

Sitting on the bed he put the food his mother had made to the side and shook his body. "Stan! Stan! Wake up!" he said smiling as Stan groaned waking up. "Bill? Wh-what are y-you-" he didn't finish his thought as his eyes widened. Bill quickly put his hand over Stan's mouth to prevent him from screaming. "Happy birthday?" he said smiling. Stan slowly moved the hand away from his mouth and tried to control his breathing. "B-Bill?" he asked getting a nod from his body. "Wh-what the h-hell happened?" he asked looking at his hands.

"16th birthday you switch bodies with your soulmate. Remember Stanny?" Bill said handing him the breakfast. "O-okay. H-how'd you g-get past m-my parents?" Stan asked rubbing the back of his neck. Bill tried to smile but could hear his boyfriend getting annoyed with the stutter. "I got up fell outta bed in confusion and then left with leaving a note that said 'going to see my friends' and then came here," Bill said stealing a bit of the food. "I love you," Stan said clearly proud he didn't stutter. "Whatcha wanna do today?" Bill asked laying down on the bed.

Stan sighed and moved the plate to the side getting a confused look from Bill. "I k-know you w-well. Y-you, d-d-don't eat b-b-breakfast." Stan said stuttering more by trying to stop. "You're not going to get anywhere by getting upset. It just makes me stutter more." Bill said softly. Stan looked over to him regretting what he did. "N-no! Th-thats n-not it. W-well i-it is b-but-" he didn't finish before arms were wrapped around his waist. "I know what you mean baby. We have to meet the others." Bill reminded Stan who sighed and nodded. "This is g-going to b-be a long d-day in th-the sewers. B-But at l-least I'm i-inseparable f-from you t-t-today." Stan chuckled hugging Bill back.

The losers were waiting for them about a mile away from the well-house. Smiling they waved at the two boys who came riding up to them. "Happy birthday Stan the man! What's it feel like to be 16?" Richie asked throwing an arm around Bill who looked over to Stan for help but only got a smile. "Fine, I guess," he said shrugging off Richie's arm. "Well let's go into greywater for your birthday!" he then yelled rushing off. "C-can I m-murder him? I-I can m-make it l-look like a-a-an accident." Stan asked walking next to Bill who just smiled. "Don't worry Stan I'm sure his bitchiness will be less today," Bill reassured Stan.

"You two are acting weird," Beverly said as they walked through the shitty water. "They switched bodies," Ben said as though it was obvious. "I'm sorry what?" Eddie asked stopping in his tracks shining his flashlight in Mike's face causing him to groan. "When it's a person 16th birthday they swap bodies with their soulmate," Ben said smiling when the two boys went red in the face. "Sweet I only gotta wait a month to see who my soulmate is!" Richie said laughing. "Hey, Stan the man what's it like being your boyfriend?!" he then yelled throwing his arm around Stan this time. "I will bite you." he hissed glaring at Richie. Knowing it was Stan he still backed off because Bills glare terrified him {he got slapped the last time}.

"Look let's just get this over with so Stan and I can go and not be stuck with you all," Bill said surprising everyone as he grabbed Stan and walked faster through the tunnels. "What the hell is that supposed to mean Denbrough?!" Richie yelled grabbing him by the shirt and raising his hand to hit him. Bill noticed what Richie was about to do and grabbed his wrist getting a yelp of pain from him. "What the hell do you think you're trying to do Richard?!" he seethed. Richie's expression didn't change as he looked at the boy. "Slapping sense into you if you'd let go of my hand."

Bill smirked and let go of his hand. "Slap sense into me when I'm me again. You slap Stan's body and I will break your face," he said coldly. Richie was silent for a moment then nodded and backed away. "We'll find something about this, then we'll all go home," Eddie said standing between the two. "Wh-when it's o-our 16th b-b-birthday w-we d-don't you kn-know." Stan started to suggest getting a nod from most of his friends. Bill sighed and nodded. "Then let's get going," he said walking forward into the dark abyss. "Th-thank y-you Bill." Stan smiled holding his hand. Bill smiled and nodded not looking at the boy who talked to him.

~later at Bills house~

"B-B-Bill? W-why a-a-a-a-aren't y-y-y-you-" Stan tried to say but couldn't control the stuttering. "Stan I can hear it when you talk that you're annoyed so just don't talk," Bill said laying down on the bed. He pulled Stan closer to him and placing his head in the pillow. "I'm sorry," Stan whispered running his hand through the curls. Bill smiled. "I can feel why you like it when I mess with your hair. It feels nice." he sighed trying to get even closer to the boy next to him.

"I love you, Billy," Stan whispered shutting his eyes. Bill smiled and sighed their legs intertwining together. "I love you too Stanny," Bill said placing his forehead against Stans. Stan opened his eyes to look into the brown eyes of his body. "Close your eyes and I'll close mine," Bill said. Stan did as told but was confused. His confusion was soon replaced by a warm feeling filling his body as he felt lips smash against his.

His hands found their way to the curls and he pulled them as Bill wrapped his arms tightly around Stan's waist. Bills legs also kept Stan close as though refusing to let him leave. Separating for air Stan breathed and chuckled. "If it's too weird because of the swap I can stop," Bill said softly into Stan's ear. "With e-eyes o-o-open it's w-weird b-but d-don't s-stop." Stan stuttered out connecting their lips again.

Hours pasted of them making out before Zach knocked on the door. "Bill you gotta go! Stans parents are here to pick him up and they don't believe in the soulmate thing!" he said joyfully. Bill separated from Stan and smiled. "Happy birthday baby," he whispered. Stan smiled and walked to the door with Bill. Seeing his parents waiting his grabbed Bills arms and held him close. "Stan, Bill has to go. I'm sure he'll be fine." Sharon said holding Stan as Bill walked outside and left. "I-I'm g-going t-tuh-to b-be w-w-with him r-r-right?" Stan asked.

"Of course sweety. You two belong together," she promised hugging him.

~time skip next day~

"So on your birthday what would you like to do?" Stan asked as he laid next to Bill. Bill shrugged and petted Stan's curls. "I-I remember y-you sayings-s-s-something about it n-not being w-w-weird with o-our eyes c-closed," Bill smirked getting a chuckle from the boy in his lap. "Why? Wanna take it a step further?" Stan joked looking up at Bill who nodded. Stans smile widened and he looked back at the TV. "Okay. Yea alright. Morning or night Billy?" he asked as Bill wrapped his arms tightly around Stan's chest. "Try for all day," Bill whispered in his boyfriend's ear sending chills down his back.

~Time skip Bills Birthday~

Stan groaned as the morning light filled the room. Looking around he smiled seeing his body next to him. Getting up he walked to the bathroom and admired Bill's reflection in the mirror. The short hair a mess from the night. The wrinkled clothes worn out Stan took off the shirt and ran his hand down the smooth stomach that he hadn't seen since the beginning of the summer when they all went to the quarry.

"Stanley I'm taking Georgie to the zoo today so you and Bill can have fun. Do not forget to use protection!" Sharon said through the door causing him to blush. "Th-thanks!" he stumbled over his words. After a few more minutes of admiring Bill's physique, he went back to the bedroom and shut the door. Bill was still sleeping the curls falling over his face as he turned to the side. Stan smiled and sat next to him grabbing his book.

Bill woke up to his body reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Morning b-birthday b-b-boy." Stan smiled placing an arm around his body bringing Bill close to him. "Morning. Can I admire you before we start?" Bill asked swinging his legs off the bed. Stan chuckled and nodded watching Bill leave the room. He heard him walk down the hall and close the bathroom door. Laughing to himself he continued reading his book.

After about 5 minutes Bill walked back in quietly and jumped onto the bed tackling Stan with kisses. Wrapping their limbs around each other they made out for 10 minutes before Bill started undoing their shirts. "Already b-b-baby?" Stan smiled as Bill now sat on top of him. "Common! You know you want me to continue." he smiled undoing Stans pants which had become uncomfortably tight. Stan smiled and watched Bill take off their pants and lean over to kiss him. "This is gonna be fun." Bill chuckled kissing Stan at the collar bone causing him to moan.

"F-f-f-fuck!" he yelled grabbing Bills curly locks. Bill smirked and ran his hands down Stan's sides causing him to squirm. "B-Bill!" he said his head falling back. "You think I don't know my own weak spots?" he asked sucking on the collar bone again smirking at Stan's loud groan. "Enjoying this baby?" Bill asked sitting up rubbing their dicks together. Stan grabbed the sheets and yelped in pain and joy. "Oh, g-g-god!" Bill stopped and looked at Stan who was breathing heavily smiling his face red.

"Wanna keep going, baby?" Bill asked leaning forward inches away from his ear. Stan moaned and nodded. "P-please! K-keep g-g-g-going!" he begged wrapping his arms around Bill and kissing him. "Baby I don't wanna hurt your body. You made my dick pretty hard." Bill said sitting up once more. Stan glared at Bill who smirked as he teased his boyfriend. "The b-b-bruises you have l-l-left on m-my neck d-d-during school b-b-beg to d-disagree," Stan said breathlessly.

Bill smiled and leaned over his body. "Maybe we could continue then when we're not swapped," he said petting Stan who wrapped his arms around the boy's neck and pulled him close. "P-p-promise m-me th-that we w-w-will continue," Stan begged. Bill tilted his head to the side and smiled slowly sliding their boxers off. "We got three hours. Make me happy you slut!" Stan nodded as Bill rubbed their members together once more this time no fabric between them. Stan moaned in delight as his dick got harder. "Seeing your body making you go hard?" Bill hissed as Stan tried to keep his mouth shut. "N-no. B-being i-in y-you. B-being y-you. Y-your b-b-beautiful b-b-body a-a-and I-I g-get it." he stuttered out.

Bill froze for a second before smirking and biting down on the collar bone again. "OH GOD!" Stan yelped squirming around as Bill squeezed his dick. "Wanna have the body to yourself? I wouldn't mind having yours to myself." Bill chuckled getting off of Stan who was red-faced and breathing hard. Stan laid there for a moment before nodding. Standing up Bill walked to the door. "You want the bathroom or my bedroom?" he asked smiling. Stan looked at him and smirked. "You can have the bathroom." Stan chuckled getting a laugh from Bill who nodded and left the room.

Stan stood up and walked to the door shutting it. Looking at his hands he smiled and ran them down the smooth chest and through the silky hair. Going to a mirror that was in the room he studied every feature on Bills face. How could he be dating such a perfect person? He couldn't find any imperfection anywhere on the boy's body. Perfect hair flawless skin. His lips were a perfect shade of pink and his eyes.

Stan stopped to stare into the eyes of the boy who was his soulmate. They were so sad. Almost as if he wasn't really there. The green eyes always were so distant. Sighing he walked over to Bill's closet and put some clothes on. Sitting on the bed he laid down and ran his hand through his hair.

After a few minutes, Bill walked back in the curls wet. "What w-w-w-were y-you d-d-d-doing?" Stan asked smiling as he was embraced into a hug. "Nothing," Bill replied. "Why is m-my h-h-hair wet?" Stan asked smirking at the boy. "What were you doing in my bedroom?" Bill asked the brown eyes od Stanley Uris staring up at the jew. "Just g-g-getting a f-feel for m-m-my future h-h-husband's b-body," he smirked as Bill went red in the face. "How cute. But you put clothes on." Bill scolded smirking back at the jew.

"I d-d-d-didn't want your b-b-body getting c-c-cold," Stan said innocently. Bill smiled and nodded grabbing his body and pulling Stan close. "I love you Stanny," Bill said kissing his. Stan closed his eyes and kissed the boy back finding a way to the curls. "Love you too Billy," Stan said proud he didn't stutter. Bill chuckled and started taking off the clothes Stan had just put on. "Wh-whatcha d-d-doin'?" he asked knowing the answer. Not getting any words he just got thrown onto the bed. Bill hovered over him and bit down on his collar bone getting what he wanted. "F-f-fuck!" Stan yelled. Stan looked at the smirk that Bill had and took advantage turning them around.

"Since when aren't you the bottom?" Bill asked his voice laced with suspense. "S-s-since your b-b-b-body b-became my p-p-property."

~time skip next day~

"Bill! Stan! Get up your friends are here!" Zach yelled. The two boys groaned as they woke up their limbs tangled together. "Morning Billy." Stan hummed getting a sigh from the boy next to him. "Good to wake up to your face instead of my own," Stan mumbled. Bill chuckled and turned to his back. "Shame we c-c-couldn't f-f-find p-p-protection." Bill joked.

"I'm sure we'll be fine." Stan hummed sitting up rubbing his eyes. "WILLIAM, STANLEY GET OFF YOUR ASSES AND GET RICHARD OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Zach yelled causing Bill to jump outta bed and throw Stan a pile of clothes to put on.

Running down the hallway all their friends sat on the sofa waiting for them. "Hey, gays how you doing?" Richie asked Eddie on his lap. Bill smirked looking at Eddie. "Shut up Bill we all know you and Stan fucked each other!" Eddie yelled throwing a couch pillow at the boy who just chuckled. "Hope you two used protection we all know Stan is a carrier! Along with Eds!" Richie laughed hugging close to him. "Don't call me Eds!" Eddie groaned not fighting against the boy. Stan and Bill looked at each other and smiled chuckling. They had nothing to worry about.

Right?

#teen stenbrough #stenbrough #stan uris #bill denbrough #losers club #my own work #body swap #zach denbrough #sharon denbrough #richie tozier #eddie #reddie #ben hanscom #beverly marsh #mike halon #it fanfiction #it chapter one #soulmate

45 notes · View notes

talpup · 4 years

Text

Chaos: 44

Summary: The day Aizawa Shouta betrayed his Love was the day the Daimon lost everything that mattered in his life. Now, with her awake from her slumber and memory wiped, he has another chance at having her and being happy. There’s only the small problem of heaven wanting his Love dead, and hell wanting control of her. And her promise to protect and help another. Oh! And her remembering what he did.

But Shouta has waited so long to have her back. Has planned and taken measures to see his Love protected. He won’t loose her this time. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, and stop her from remembering his betrayal. Cost and consequences be damned.

Though it really is a shame that the cost just might bring about Chaos.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/55955119

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sorry, I've been meaning to add this note since I first introduced the Nenu but kept on forgetting.

For those that don't know, Nenu is a different spelling for Nu or Nun. Depending on what period of ancient Egyptian mythology one's looking at, the Nu is a sort of creator figure that was a watery abyss from which the earth/land came forth from, or (if looking at the negative aspects of later years) a being of chaos and disorder. The Nu was also described as the 'Father of the gods'.

While the Nenu in Chaos isn't the ancient Egyptian Nenu, I have taken aspects of this mythological deity.

44.1

Shouta's eyes glowed red with his power. A black tendril burst into existence and wrapped around the beast that had charged him. He growled, gritting his teeth in effort to restrain the creature with the dense, rope-like blackness.

“Where’s Anna? Dabi! Find her.” Shouta pulled his blade from the beast and stabbed it again.

Dabi set out a blast of white flames and the beast charging him and Shigaraki. Though no smoke billowed from the seems of his stitches, there was an unpleasant warmth beginning to build from the use of his affinity.

So longer, better use but still an inevitable backlash, Dabi thought as he continued. Not the greatest news, but good to know I guess.

“Dabi!” Shouta barked.

Dabi grimaced at the telltale burning of the Ties compel. “Damn it! Aizawa! I’m a little busy trying not to died. You’re the one with the Tie that tells you where she is. You find her!”

Shouta growled taking his anger and frustrations out at the clawing beast.

If the Tie was working, allowing him to sense where Reyanna was, he wouldn’t be asking the stupid Demon to find her. This damned place must have similar blocks to those that heaven had.

44.2

Reyanna broke away from the Nenu’s hold and flinted several meters back.

Where was Shouta? She had to get back to him.

“Face me, Sister.”

“I’m not your damned sister, you crazy abomination.” She tried to call forth her blade but it was more instinct than anything else.

The weapon didn’t come. Instead her open hand was left empty, her bid unanswered; the blade that had been like a part of her since childhood now nothing but pieces and dust.

The Nenu took a step toward her.

Reyanna crouched and took two back.

“Is that what you think of yourself? As an abomination? No wonder you refuse to open yourself to who you truly are.”

Reyanna’s hand closed into a fist. “I’m nothing like you! Now tell me, where’s Shouta?”

The Nenu’s bat-like winds expanded making the room they were in even darker. “You’re right, little Sister. You are nothing like me. But you are a child of Chaos just the same. Bow and submit, and I may yet let your Lover live.”

As much as it hurt her eyes to look the Nenu’s duel form, Reyanna didn’t look away. One of the first rules Shouta had ever taught her was to never take your eyes off a superior enemy; and the fact was, the enemy standing before her was by far superior.

This Third had to be the most formidable enemy she had ever faced. The Nenu was greater than the Great Rock that she battled for half a day and nearly lost to. He might even been greater than Toshinori, who had killed her.

Keeping one eye on the Nenu, she quickly scanned the room.

There were no doors or windows. She was alone with this thing and saw no physical means of escape. She tried to flint back to Shouta; but found that she couldn’t flint out of the room.

Shouta… She was the reason he was here. She had brought Shouta into this mess. She had endangered her Love without thought or care all because he had made her betray her promise to Abril and then hidden that fact.

Damn her stubborn pride, and irrational anger towards him. She was the one who had broke. It was her desire for him that broke her. He was just trying to see her safe and well. But his deeds and her dwindling fury meant nothing in the face of this.

The worlds. Her life. All of existence. None of it meant anything. Not without him.

She had to find him and get him out of here. To hell with her promise to Abril. To hell with the task of closing one of the gates. All that matter was Shouta. He was the reason for everything. He was her reason for everything. Even if she didn’t live to tell him that or how sorry she was; she had to live long enough to find him and see him safe.

Reyanna straightened to her full height, eyes glowing with her power. “Where’s Shouta!”

44.3

“...Shouta!” Reyanna’s voice sounded from overhead.

Shouta's head snapped up. “Anna!”

He grunted, chest sliced open by claws. Growling he stabbed the thing again, blade slicing downward through its leg as he pulled the weapon out.

“Zashi! Hold the thing.”

“What!” Hizashi stopped pulling at his embedded blade, to look at the Daimon.

Was Shouta insane? He couldn’t hold the thing. They could barely stop it from killing them while working together.

Shouta didn’t respond. He had already let the dark tendrils fall away from the creature and tried to flint to Reyanna.

Though he could flint, Shouta quickly found that he couldn’t flint up there. He scowled at the sky above, noticing that both Reyanna’s and the Nenu’s feet were flat as if they were standing on something instead of hovering in the air.

Dense black tendril reappearing Shouta cast it out thinking to lasso her and pull her to him.

At the same time as Shouta made his move, Hawks took to the air, having called back his feathers. Both Shouta's dark coil and Hawks hit the same invisible barrier and fell back.

Shouta's dense, dark tendril disappeared.

Hawks tumbled to the ground.

“There’s some kind of barrier.” Hawks said, shaking his ring head.

“Shou!” Hizashi both pleaded and warned.

The Angel was being thrown about.

He refused to let go of his blade which was still embedded in the shoulder of the beast he and Shouta were facing.

Caring little about Hizashi’s presence, the creature bucked wildly and made a zigzagged line toward Shouta.

44.4

Hand in Todoroki’s, Hitoshi allowed his Boyfriend to half lead, half drag him down the countless flights of stairs.

“Just how far down does this place go?” Hitoshi panted.

It felt like they had been running forever and he doubted the others could hold out for long when the Nenu woke back up.

“We’re not going down. We’re going up.”

Hitoshi’s feet planted in place. He would’ve fallen over from Todoroki’s pulling grip if he hadn’t begun moving again so quickly.

“Up! We’re going the wrong way!”

“No we’re not.” Todoroki said, calmly. “Look out the window.”

Window. What window? Hitoshi was about to force the other boy to stop when light suddenly flooded the place. The once steep, narrow, dark stairs that had been chiseled roughly into the stone changed and expanded. The space was now airy. The stairs wide and marbled, the balustrade ornate. ��Most disconcerting, they were no longer going down but up, and they hadn’t missed a step or changed direction.

Hitoshi gawked, now thinking that he had gone crazy.

“Remember where we are. This place is the home of Third’s. The children of Chaos don’t follow the same rules and order that we do, and neither does their world.” Todoroki said, eyes ever focused ahead.

Hitoshi looked about in awe.

He was a Third, granted a made one. But he felt stupid for not knowing these things. Then again he hadn’t had many dealings with Thirds. And the few encounters that he had, hadn’t exactly been friendly. It wasn’t as if the Were’s that had attacked his home and killed his parents had left a handbook.

He almost snorted at the thought.

If there had been a handbook, Aizawa probably would’ve made him memorize every word, coma, and period. He could almost hear his mentor now. Word choice and phrasing are often key. When it comes to the written word, punctuation or lack there of is just as important.

It felt silly to look out the window and confirm what his eyes now saw; but his eyes had told him something completely different just a moment ago.

Hitoshi looked out the window.

“Anna!” The Were’s heart lurched.

He tugged against Todoroki’s hand, mind reeling. Could she flint to safety from such a height? The Nenu was choking her. The Nenu’s wings weren’t even moving. How could he just hover there? They had to help her.

Todoroki pulled Hitoshi along, focused solely on his task. “She’ll either open herself up to the truth and realize what she’s done, or die.”

Hitoshi didn’t understand what the Llaes was saying but none of that mattered.

He pulled harder against Todoroki’s hold. “We have to help her! Aizawa--”

“Not even Aizawa can help her now. This is something she has to do and face alone. Either she accepts, or it was all for nothing, and we die.”

“What?”

Todoroki tugged at Hitoshi’s hand. “All we can do is get to the chamber door and hope for the best. Come on.”

44.5

Able to see both the room and open air they seemingly floated in, the Nenu chuckled at Reyanna’s demanding question.

He glanced down looking at the fallen Seraphim watching the Daimon battle one of his Aspects.

While the three beast below where him, or more correctly parts of him, it was like multi tasking. His mind and eye could only concentrate on so many things at once, and only one of them well. The three Aspects below were mostly fighting without thought. Like breathing, the beasts movements were more autonomic than consciously done. Any changes in their actions could be done; but similar to holding ones breath, it could only be done for so long.

Just the act of being split was draining. Add to that him keeping Reyanna from seeing both surroundings like the way she saw both of him, and he would tire fairly quickly. The wounds his Aspects took from those down below, while not yet felt or seen on his main body, did put a direct toil on his system.

Reyanna’s lips curled. The shadow’s within the room pulled toward her.

“Shouta. Where is h--”

The Nenu was on her quicker than she could see.

His hand wrapped around her throat.

Before she could register the act, let alone respond to it, she was lifted up into the air.

Reyanna clawed at the Nenu’s crushing hand. Her legs kicked out. Toes pointed, she tried to touch the stone floor in effort to take some of the weight off her strangled trachea.

“Insolent whelp.” The Nenu’s other hand pressed against her chest, claws digging in right where Toshinori’s blade had pierced and killed her.

Reyanna’s choked gurgle shortened to a harsh staccato. She would’ve cried out in pain if she could get any air through her raw, burning windpipe. Her eyes widened and squeezed shut. The best she could manage in this state, without her blade, were futile hits and kicks.

Her power radiated a burning cold that seemed to do nothing to him.

She tried to pull his shadow from him but it barely even twitched in her direction.

“Such a pathetic daughter of Chaos you are. It burns me to think of you as a sister.”

45.6

Though the beast he and Hizashi were fighting required all of his attention to merely stay alive, Shouta chanced a look up. What he saw made his blood boil and run cold.

“Anna!”

“Shouta!” Hizashi flinted between the striking beast and his friend.

Shouta's head spun around.

He saw claws tear through Hizashi’s flesh, the raking gouges deep enough to slice through something vital and kill.

“Zashi!”

Hizashi fell back against the Daimon.

“Hang on.” Shouta flinted them a half mile away, near the top of a steep hill. “I got you. Just hang on.”

Shouta reached into his pocket, cursing his sticky blood coated hand that made the fabric cling.

His fingers wrapped around a vial, pocket tearing as he pulled it out.

“Here.” Shouta’s shaking hands fumbled, trying to uncap the bottle.

Hizashi’s hand closed around the Daimon's wrist. “Shou… Don’t.”

“Shut up and save your strength.”

Hizashi smiled weakly and shook his head. “You need to save that for yourself or Anna, yeah.”

Anna… Shouta's fingers stopped. He looked up at his Love who was being strangled by the Nenu and willed her to fight.

Why was it that when she needed him most he couldn’t get to her? He couldn’t loose her again. He wasn’t even sure if the vial he held was the real deal and would work.

A Phoenix potion. The most rare and difficult potion a witch could brew. Such a thing required a laundry list of ingredients, all of them near impossible to find and acquire. Even then, the cost of making such a potion demanded an incredible cost. Usually the witch’s life or that of a loved one.

The vial had been bubble wrapped and pushed through the mail slot at Hizashi's penthouse apartment only yesterday. There had been no note, just two Words, for Aizawa.

Shouta had no idea who had secretly left him such a thing. Okay he had some idea. More like an educated guess. It wasn’t as if he knew very many witches. Certainly not many that could come close to acquiring even a quarter of the needed ingredients.

Still, even if Nighteye could use his affinity’s sight and knew what they would up to, that didn’t explain why the Witch would give him such a rare and value thing.

“Zashi.” Shouta swallowed, pulling his worried gaze away from Reyanna to look at his friend.

The Angel was right. He couldn’t use it to save him. Reyanna might need it. He couldn’t lose her again.

“It’s alright, Shou.”

“Why?” Shouta demanded with heated fierceness.

Why had Hizashi gotten between him and the beast? He was the fool who had taken his eyes off of the thing. He couldn’t even save Reyanna, and now his oldest and only friend was dying because of him.

“You know why. You’re my friend. You gave me a chance and stuck with me when no other would.”

Shouta could've scoffed. As it was, he couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes. “I was just doing my job. Logically speaking, you were bound to be good for something.”

Hizashi started to laugh but it quickly turned to coughs of blood.

Shouta grimaced. He wouldn’t cry. He wouldn’t shed a single tear. Instead he would stay by the Angels side till he died, find a way to save Reyanna, and lay waste to this place and all the creatures in it.

“Be happy, Shou. Do right. Win Anna back. And be happy, okay.”

I write for my own enjoyment, but edit and post for yours. If you enjoyed reading this at all please comment and let me know. It’s the only thing that encourages me to keep editing and posting.

Thank you to those who have left hearts. And a great big THANK YOU to those who have left comments or re-blogged. They really mean a lot.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship, and help brainstorming. Your thoughts and our chats mean a lot.

#bnha #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #hizashi yamada #shinsou hitoshi #todoroki shouto #bnha hawks #dabi my hero academia #yandere aizawa #yandere #chaos

10 notes · View notes

melodyalanaroster · 4 years

Photo

Welcome To Weathering

Disclaimer: This takes place after The Implementation Of Protocol 216.

"I love you Nathaniel. Don’t ever forget that.” Alana’s voice began to waver, despite her desperate attempts to keep it steady. Nathaniel was doing everything in his power not to cry. “I promise you, I wont.” He choked. He took his jacket off, placed it around Alana’s shoulders and kissed her. “I love you more than anything in this world Alana. And when I get home, I will spend the rest of my life proving that to you.” Alana turned to Sam and Ken. “Take good care of them.” She pleaded. Sam hugged Alana. “You know damn well we will.”

The car ride to Weathering was mostly quiet. Kentin drove and did his best to catch up with Nathaniel and make small talk, but Nathaniel wasn’t having it. It was nice to see his friend again, but he was too upset over having to leave Alana. Amber attempted to apologize to Kentin and Sam for how she acted in High School, but Sam cut her off before she could finish. “If Mels believes you to be redeemed, then so do we. My sister wouldn’t forgive and protect someone like you if you hadn’t changed.” She stated. “Oh, okay.” Amber muttered and looked down. Nathaniel stared out the window. “The last time I was in Weathering, Alana was leaving for Toronto.” He thought. Sam got on her phone. “Rini? Are you near Amouria? Good. I need you to get to the Black Tower and keep Mels company. She’ll know why I sent you and will tell you if she feels like it. Because you and I both know she’s insanely stubborn and will fall back into the abyss if someone from her innermost circle isn’t there to keep her out of it. I have no idea how long. The Black Tower has plenty of spaces to do that, I’m sure Mels won’t have an issue with you using a room to perform that action. Viktor can handle that, it’s not a difficult task. Trust me, you still won’t meet Nathaniel until the moment she’s decided upon. Thanks for this Rini. No, seriously. I’m not as worried for my sister... But I do know Nathaniel will rest easier knowing that Mels is being looked after during this. Alright. Love you too. Later.” She hung up and put her phone in her lap. “So, Severina is going to be with Alana?” Nathaniel piped up. “Yeah. Trust me, if anyone can keep my sister from falling back into that pit of depression, it’s her.” Sam replied. Nathaniel continued to watch the scenery pass by. It had been forty five minutes and they still had a few minutes left of the drive before they would arrive at the Roster Family Home. “Wow, I didn’t know Weathering was so far away from Amouria. This town is so cute.” Amber commented as she watched the town begin to pass her window. “It’s gotten a few face lifts over the years. It was a bit smaller when Mels and I moved to Amouria... And even smaller when we were kids.” Sam explained. “What type of people live here?” Amber asked. “It’s a mix. Neighborhood wise, the farms are to the East, the upper class is to the West, and everyone else lives in the North And South. The Roster Family Home is to the North...” Sam explained.

The car swiftly passed through the city and began to enter a slightly wooded area. “We’re here.” Ken stated as he pulled up to a gate and put in a pass code. As the gate opened and the car pulled through, Nathaniel and Amber looked at the house. “Woah.” Amber commented. When the car came to a complete stop, they all got out and looked around. Ken popped the trunk and Sam immediately walked up to the door, unlocked and opened it. “Come on.” Sam encouraged. Nathaniel and Amber got their bags and walked inside. “Welcome to Weathering guys. Until Purification is complete, this place is your home. You can move about freely within the city, but you cannot go to Amouria. Nathaniel, you will be in Mels’ room. I trust that you remember where it is.” Sam clarified. Nathaniel nodded and walked to Alana’s room. When he got to her door, he sighed. “It’s strange being here and not having you with me.” He muttered as he opened the door. The room was covered in geeky items. The bed was black and deep blue, like her bed in Death’s Domain. He sat his bag down on the floor and sat down on the bed.

His mind wandered to what was going to happen. Each and every member of the Cartel was going to die. The Police Force was going to be made aware of the R.D.R’s decision, as well as why he was no longer an issue. Eric had tried to call him at least twice in the past couple of days, but he ignored him. He knew what Eric was bound to ask and say... And he really didn’t want to be interrogated again. Alana had told him that she would contact Eric and tell him everything that he needed to know. Because of Sam, Alana would have Severina to lean on during this time. He kicked his shoes off and laid down.

“Hey Nathaniel! Wake up!” Sam shook him awake. “What’s going on?” Nathaniel gasped as he sat up. “Dinner is downstairs. Come on, you need to eat.” Sam stated. “Aren’t you not allowed in here?” Nathaniel asked as he sat up. “Under normal circumstances, Mels would kill me if I came in here. But, I am allowed to come in and check on you if it involves a meal being ready.” Sam explained. Nathaniel got out of bed and followed Sam downstairs.

Kentin had ordered take out and placed it on the table. “There’s tacos and nachos for everyone but Amber.” He stated as Nathaniel and Sam entered the room. “Thanks for the salad.” Amber did her best to smile as she sat down in front of it. “You made sure to get sweet tea, right?” Sam asked as she sat down. “Of course I did, love. Come on Nathaniel, sit down. Make yourself at home.” Ken smiled as he sat down next to Sam and motioned to Nathaniel. “How can you two eat? Knowing what Alana is doing right now?” Nathaniel asked Sam and Ken. Sam sighed. “Right now, my sister is currently watching Sailor Moon with Severina and intends on doing a live stream of some of her play through of Kingdom Hearts 3 tomorrow.” She stated. Nathaniel blinked, a little caught off guard. “What?” Ken checked his phone. “Yeah, it’s on both the Family Forum and Instagram.” Nathaniel took out his phone, checked Instagram and the Family Forum, and sighed. Sam cocked her head a little. “This isn’t the first time my sister has watched over a Purification. This is simply the only time she’s ever been the one to enact it. She doesn’t have to take part in some elaborate plan. She just can’t leave the city until it’s over.” Sam explained. “So? She’s not gonna do any of the killing? Or be present to it?” Nathaniel asked. Sam face palmed. “I know she explained this to you. YES. She will be present for the death of the final boss. Once he’s dead and Purification is officially over, she will probably come out here and pick you up herself. Geez boy. I get that you’re upset, but please don’t waste my time being dense.” Nathaniel looked at Sam, annoyed. “Do you always have to be like this?” He asked. “YES! Nathaniel! As my brother, you are entitled to being treated how I see fit to treat my siblings. When you and Mels act like dense fools, I will happily call you two out on that. For fuck’s sake! I told you the exact thing the first time you two were together! You think that’s changed? Fuck no! So, sit your ass down and eat!” Sam boomed. Nathaniel looked at Sam, shocked and sat down in front of a plate of nachos and tacos. His mind didn’t want him to eat.... It wanted him to do his best to make his way back to Amouria and make sure Alana would be okay... But, he knew Sam was right, and his stomach needed him to eat... So, much to his brain’s dismay, he began to fill his stomach.

After dinner, Sam and Amber began walking around the property, talking. Either Alana had notified her sister about Amber’s condition, or Sam had instantly recognized it herself. Nathaniel pondered as to which option was the one that took place. “Mels told us the other day about Amber’s diet.” Ken walked up behind him. “Am I really that easy to guess?” Nathaniel asked. They began walking through the house. “For the past few years, I have had to be the sane one for both Sam and Mels. You can’t do that without picking up a few tricks.” Ken explained. They began talking about some of the events of the past few years. Alana had told Nathaniel a lot, but Ken was filling in some of the blanks. The rumors of the treaty between the Military and the R.D.R were true. Alana and Sam had had a fight so vicious that the organizations made it illegal for them to ever fight as enemies ever again. Everyone hated Azrael and blamed her for worsening Alana’s depression. “I don’t need to hear your side of Azrael forcing Alana’s and my separation.” Nathaniel interrupted Ken as Ken had begun to talk about it. “Sorry.” Ken replied.

After a few minutes of walking in silence, they met up with the girls, who had also ended up walking in silence. “Hey, guys, do you think we could go into the city and wander around a bit tomorrow?” Amber asked, doing her best to break the silence. “I’d rather not.” Nathaniel stated. “Well, that decides it. We’re all going.” Sam declared. “Why?” Nathaniel asked. “Because, you’re not gonna sit around this house and mope the entire time my sister is saving your ass! There are a shit ton of things to do in this city, and frankly, it would be good for all of us to actually enjoy our time here.” Sam emphasized.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to end and Nathaniel to go back to Alana’s room. He checked social media to see if there had been any updates. Eric was still trying to get a hold of him, demanding to know the answers to several questions. “I will discuss things with him.” Alana had told him. He knew he had to have faith in her. As he logged onto the family forum, he noticed that Severina had posted a video. She and Alana were laughing and eating pizza. “Come on Mels, why can’t I meet him before that gala?” “Because! This will be the first time my best friends meet my boyfriend! It’s going to be a historic event! Not to mention how Nathaniel and I will look like royalty and be able to have a romantic dance.... We haven’t done that since Prom....” “And what about that party you two went to a while ago?” “That was different... Nathaniel pulled me into a tango, and I was wearing a dress that amounted to little more than a napkin. At the gala, he’s gonna wear a custom suit, which he looks BEYOND SEXY in, I’ll be wearing a really cool dress, and we’ll have a chance to slow dance. God, the mere thought of it is magnificent!” Alana blushed. Nathaniel chuckled. She seemed fine, but he knew that with Severina there, Alana wouldn’t get too depressed. That didn’t stop him from missing her and worrying about her.

As he took off his clothes and got into her bed, he looked at the ceiling and sighed. “This is going to be interesting.”

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I had the option of keeping Nathaniel and Amber in The Black Tower, but everyone told me that it would be better to do some world building. And because of that, here we are. Nathaniel and Amber are in Weathering with Alana’s sister and Ken. This completely derails from the in game canon. I’m definitely out of my element in the sense of writing from Nathaniel’s point of view... But, I feel like it’s necessary. I was really unsure of how long this one should be, because it doesn’t go with the game canon... But, I’m happy that it’s much shorter than the other ones....

Credit goes to:

Unnieverso for the Kentin Sprite

FNAFfanart67 for the base to Sam’s sprite

andanguyen for the background

27 notes · View notes

pastthevaulteddoors · 4 years

Text

What if Wei WuXain was taken in by the Qishan Wen Sect?

Just as a servant, eventually a disciple, until his genius of manipulating cultivation is understood and he's allowed nearly free range to experiment as long as his work comes back to help the Qishan Wen Sect.

One night hunt he's hopping around a region far from home, chasing a spectral tiger, when his query is strung up in a net. Wei WuXain is more amused than annoyed that someone was able to catch it and sticks around to congratulate/piss off whomever decided to take out his hunt.

It's Lan WangJi, of course.

Wei WuXain, a bit more cocky and forward than if he would have grown up at Lotus Pier, demands compensation for destroying his hunt. Lan WangJi counters that the beast was eating people so, no, he doesn't owe this Wen person anything.

Wei WuXain explains how he was following it to gain an understanding of it's movements so he could translate his shadow jumping feature into a talisman. Then they fight, because of course they do. Wei WuXain is having far more fun with a real challenge than Lan WangJi who just wants him to stfu.

It ends in a stalemate, but Wei WuXain claims he is not done and they will meet again. He goes to his head disciple and asks if he can join the classes at Cloud Recesses to gain more knowledge.

(More under the cut because I did not mean to write so much! Idea is completely inspired by this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16504007/chapters/38655827 Please read it, it is very good. And please read the rest of my headcanon because it was fun to write!)

Lan QiRen is NOT happy but accepts the pupil in exchange for a peace talk about territory disputes. Wei WuXain is delivered by Wen Chao himself, causing a stir already, and Wei WuXain wastes no time in pissing off the Lan Elders. He's still lovable and popular with the students, and the longer he stays, he more he likes hanging out with people his own age.

Even Lan WangJi, who he doesn't hesitate in pestering right off. After the waterborne abyss event, then Lan WangJi and Wei WuXain just happen to run into each other when exploring/eradicating a monster that is an entire mountain (I have a lovely fight scene in my head that I have no energy to write about that...), there's a bit of respect of talents shared between them.

And maybe friendship, as they're seen together a lot. Wei WuXain with his crazy ideas, and Lan WangJi not adding to the fire of his ideas, but adding logic and why-it-wouldn't-work, stirring the concept into a workable piece of cultivation. Which actually makes them a great team at skating the line of what is and is not acceptable in their cultivation ideals. Lan WangJi starts to question the rules and realizes that life is not all black and white, and Wei WuXain starts to understand the not all sects are 'beneath' Qishan Wen and maybe worth protecting rather than suppressing.

Of course, that's always the flirting, but a bit harder edged with being raised by Qishan Wen, Wei WuXain really digs in when he notices how flustered his new friend becomes when he flirts. And barriers are pushed further until Wei WuXain and Lan WangJi aren't able to keep emotions at bay and have a heated teenaged tryst. It's not a love confession but neither boy comes out if it a virgin. Nor regret because they both acknowledged that something's there, a spark of love, but it's not quite manifested and agree that want to continue to meet to 'cultivate' this emotion further. <3

When Wei WuXain goes home, he's pushed into the middle of a war room where Qishan Wen Sect is finally preparing to take over the other four major sects. Wei WuXain is like 'wuuuut? I have friends in those sects now' but of course that doesn't matter and he's commissioned to use his cultivist knowledge to attack the others.

Wei WuXain starts suggesting ways to overcome the enemy to suppress rather than kill. He takes an idea that he and Lan WangJi had played with, but without Lan WangJi as his impulse control, he's not stopped. He risks his life to head into Burial Mounds, digs up the dead, and starts creating a way to control the corpses. He figures that if the sects are overwhelmed and frightened, then they will give up before they're all dead. They could just give up their control, fly the Qishan Wen's flag, and learn to work under their rule. Peace!

This is all well and good for a young man's theory, but never having been in a war before, doesn't realize just how resilient people could be when their home is getting destroyed. Nor does he realize the first target is Cloud Recesses. Wei WuXain tries to warn Lan WangJi to evacuate his people before the strike, but it's too late.

Too stubborn to give in, Lan XiChen goes missing, the Sect leader dies, Lan QiRen is injured, and Lan WangJi is brought back to Qishan Wen territory (under Wei WuXain's request). Cloud Recesses is burned to the ground, even against the threat of a thousand fierce corpses, they do not yield until the choice is no longer theirs to make.

Wei WuXain realizes that this is bad. Really bad. That he made a mistake! He pleads with Lan WangJi for forgiveness, but would you forgive your kinda-boyfriend for indirectly killing your dad and destroying your home? Probably not.

It takes another attack, this one on Lotus Pier, before Wei WuXain begins fight back against his own sect. He turns the tide back on his own troops, leaving Lotus Pier damaged but not overrun (and Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu live). Jiang Cheng confronts Wei WuXain as he's playing his flute to turn the tides. Having been friends back at Cloud Recesses, he tries to discover wtf is going on.

Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXain run off from both sects to rectify this mess. They need to save Lan WangJi where he was left back at Qishan, and put their heads together to try and fix this mess. Somewhere along the way they pick up Wen Ning, Jin Zixaun, and Nie Huaisang.

After a daring rescue to get Lan WangJi, Wei WuXain has to regain his trust. He says that he will turn himself in once they make everything right. Wei WuXain presents a plan to overrule the corpses that were taken out of his control which involves basically rewriting the elements' significance, writing a giant pentagram over the land with resentful energy, and maybe-possibly creating a few giant skeletons with bones pieced together like Legos.

Needless to say, the Sect Leaders do NOT agree to this, but the boys believe in Wei WuXain's talents and their crazy idea. So they run off to utilize the plan anyway with just the six of them. They all realize that they're probably going to face serious, if not deadly, consequences when they return but it's for the greater good.

Lan WangJi and Wei WuXain have a semi-make up moment, where Lan WangJi wants to hate him but he can't. He's in love. And Wei WuXain loves him and... what a mess...

So battle time! Using each sect's protective magics as their net/tethers that force the corpses into one spot. They separate to gather up the ley lines of protective barriers from each sect, and slowly inch in towards a central location.

Nie Huaisang is confronted by his brother as he's trying to pull up the ley lines of Qinghe Nie Sect. Nie Mingjue actually decides to help out his weak-cultivating brother and they both carry the ley line together.

Jaing Cheng and YanLi figure out together where the ley lines are. Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu don't agree with this method but don't hinder them. Jiang Cheng starts flying off with his string of ley line after a warm goodbye from his sect.

Lan WangJi is confronted by his found brother and Uncle. Neither agree to this method, so WangJi has to argue against the 3000 rules and the unfair justices of black and white views. Lan XiChen caves first, but Lan QiRen tells Lan WangJi that he will be discharged from the sect if he goes through with this ritual.

Lan XiChen doesn't go with Lan WangJi, but guides him on where he can find his part of the ley line. Lan WangJi goes through the ruins of his home that he defects from the moment he leaves.

Jin ZiXuan is like 'get out of my way, I do what I want' and has the easiest time gathering up his sect's ley lines. Because he's badass like that (go go peacock!)

Wen Ning and Wen Qing have to sneak around to gather up their ley line. Wen Qing calls her brother brave. It's a wonderful sibling bonding moment.

In the center, where they're all supposed to meet, Wei WuXain is gathering up all the resentful energy as it begins folding into the designated location. Where this is? At the mountain that he fought with Lan WangJi when they were in school.

Wei WuXain starts the battle before the others can get to him, trying to regain control of the corpses to fight Qishan's army. He doesn't actually want people to die, but there's no choice if they don't yield. Then suddenly, over the horizon, boom! There's the Nie Sect people coming to fight, then WOW! Jiang Fengmian is riding over the hill with his disciples. Wen Sect that defected arrive with Wen Ning and his sister. And then WOWZA! LanLing Jin finally join in.

The tide turns, but then Wei WuXain begins losing his control. Someone else is out there using his methods to control the corpses (they raided him rooms and picked apart the knowledge in notes he left behind). Just as they fear that Qishan will push them back a cloud of white gathers through the mist of the sunrise. GusuLan have finally arrived, lead by the new sect leader, Lan XiChan!

The young men tie together their ley lines and unearth the mountain's mouth. It gobbles up the corpses and the resentful energy, along with Wei WuXain's giant skeletons. With the fierce corspes out of the way, Qishan is overwhelmed by the combined forces and are taken down swiftly after.

When the dust settles and victory is assured they have to wonder; where did Wei WuXain go? Lan WangJi gets the idea to follow the fading tails of the ley lines and discovers that Wei WuXain folded the lines down into the mountain's mouth on top of himself, trapping himself with all that resentful energy and fierce corpses deep inside.

Is there a daring, heart wrenching rescue? You bet there is! All with smothered kisses, deep friendships, and glorious teamwork! Then Jiang Cheng, Jin ZiXuan, Lan WangJi, Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning, and a handful of others stand before Wei WuXain before their elders, not allowing them to take him for judgement.

Wei WuXain is the one to tell them to stand down. That he had committed atrocities against the cultivation world and brought on a lot of deaths due to his meddling. The elders decide his punishment is to take in the pentagram's remaining hold onto himself to get rid of all the resentful energy that had been stored there. Basically, he has to give up all the energy of his golden core, hence destroy it, to get rid of the mess he left behind.

He could die, yeah, but with the support from his friends, he's able to take on the task. He spends 13 months meditating, giving up his golden core. The resentful energy in the mountain slowly evaporates but when it's gone, so is Wei WuXain's core.

Not long into this, he falls into a trance-like coma, kind of like a living Buddha. Luckily, he doesn't die, but is very weakened when the task is completed. The Sect friends of his agree to protect Wei WuXain, because no matter how much of a mess he made, it was in his best intentions to gain peace.

And then there's a wedding, and bitter-sweetness to the end when Lan WangJi is still rejected from GusuLan for his endangerment of his people. Lan WangJi and Wei WuXain travel together for awhile before finding a home within Qishan's territory and become farmers and adopt A-Yuan (and more). There are promises of growth, rebuilding, friendship, and forgiveness.

And of course, love.

#the untamed #mdzs #wei wuxain #lan wangji #wangxian #ma dao zu shi #mao dao zu shi #bored at work

5 notes · View notes

utterlyhopeful-fics · 5 years

Text

Work in Progress~Part 2

I know... it’s been a hot minute. But I’ve been hyper focused on this story and getting my act together. Part 3 to follow shortly.

Catch up on Part 1 and my Masterlist

Warnings: angst, language

*******************************************************

Miguel’s words haunted Y/N softly stoking the fire simmering in the depth of her belly, yet admittedly it electrified her. Galindo’s salacious appetite and thirst for terror outwardly repulsed her or so she claimed to admit, but that couldn’t stop the smirk threatening her once innocent features. He was the only man fearsome enough to question her sadistic desires, her rebellious tendencies while always daring to push her to a limit no other man could entice out of her.

Her fate felt so out of reach, so much so, it cautiously terrified Y/N to the bone. The impending feeling of deception rumbled against her joints attaching its venomous sting alongside her spiny backbone. Miguel fucking Galindo was a slimy snake, oh so suave, but a handsome one at that. He had this magical way of seeping into her maniac thoughts, clawing his way through the trenches before her brain fully betrayed itself with his constant presence. That was years ago. It was just a stupid crush.

Y/N was finally finding her own bearings, getting back to a happy place with Ness, and he practically offered her a deathly ultimatum. A temptation above the rest.

Foggy memories of what transpired that evening continuously played on a loop, distracting Y/N until she instinctively pulled into her driveway, noticing Nestor’s Escalade parked and abandoned. Deep breaths, keep your shit together.

She rested her head gently against the leather steering wheel, closing her eyes before inhaling loudly. Her fingers delicately wound around the cool wheel until her knuckles turned pallid. Everything is alright… or at least she tricked herself into believing momentarily. Y/N’s slim fingers located the door handle pulling herself out of her Subaru. Note to self; Don’t forget coffee cup. You’ll regret it in the morning.

Her heels stridently collided against the hardened cement. Metal connected with his rightful owner unlocking the door as Y/N walked through the entrance pausing in the middle of their decorated entryway. Now she was simply just a visitor within the walls her own home. What Miguel so rudely reminisced was the crude fact that Nestor had cheated on her four months ago while she was on a business trip. A fucking three-day trip, and he couldn’t keep his dick confined to his pants.

The cherry on top of her shit sundae was that Nestor Oceteva had the audacity to fuck a random woman in their goddamn bed, in their house, and that was truly the last straw.

Y/N remembered feeling ecstatic when her boss let her catch a red-eye one day earlier than expected. She was seriously missing her boyfriend and couldn’t wait to see her man, but fate, cruel fate had a different idea in mind. After flying twelve hours and surviving airport hell she finally reached home, Y/N was surprised to find the front door unlocked, but didn’t question it any further before proceeding inside. Eerie silence encased her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but something felt weirdly off-putting. Y/N searched for Ness before noticing a trail of discarded clothing leading to their shared bedroom, that was until the obnoxious moans cued like callous clockwork.

Somewhere in the past few years he proved his affections, desired her, and so she allowed herself to fall even deeper with the mysterious man who captured her eye. Shockingly, it only took one night to destroy everything and anything in sight. Nestor was beginning to steadily chip away at her remaining goodness unveiling a colder, ruthless version of the girl Y/N used to resemble. Every day that passed, he grew increasingly darker; submerging himself in the vicious violence became his new normal, but she was his tempestuous redemption in a pretty dress.

Vulgar moans rudely echoed the quiet hallway berating her ear drums as she stood in front of the bedroom door, hand securely latched to the silver handle. Be brave, Y/N. Chin up, bitch. As her brain attempted to search for any remaining courage, she inwardly cowered secretly wanting to sneak away from this house, this life she once described as her dream. It only took seconds to shatter her resolve. The door swung open, Y/N took in her surroundings approaching the edge of sanity in every breath she gulped.

Her right hand placed against her beating heart; her vision darkened around the edges adding a blur to the room. Hot tears unwillingly streamed down her gloom face before she realized she was crying. As fresh batch of tears cascaded down as she stayed daringly quiet, too afraid of the repercussion of her new reality. And deep within the silence she suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.

That night Y/N convinced herself to walk away from this bullshit of a life they had created together. Y/N retrieved her cell phone and dialed Em’s number; her closet friend in this grim town. Emily welcomed her with open arms as they soon became a trio of sorts while she recovered in the Galindo guest house. Nestor groveled, endlessly begged for her forgiveness, but Y/N seemingly forgot just how sweet life could be as a single and independent woman. Slowly but surely, Y/N gravitated towards him again, but not without Miguel’s watchful eye.

Their chemistry skyrocketed from the very start of their college days; both too scared to truly take the plunge into the abyss, so they decided to remain friends through all life’s hardships and successes. Mutual friends always assumed they were an item based off the complexity of their friendship, but deep down inside her aching chest, Y/N knew she would never have Miguel Galindo…at least not entirely. Truth has this awful effect of changing after the fact. But, before the truth will set you free, it will piss you off.

#mayans mc #mayans mc x reader #my writing #work in progress #miguel galindo x reader #nestor oceteva x reader #mayans mc fx

88 notes · View notes

whatevenismyaestheticidk · 4 years

Text

Things I’ve heard high schoolers say pt 2

Person 1: But air doesn’t splash Person 2: How do we know that, Im splashing the air right now.

Person: Prove me wrong. Prove fish can’t see air.

Person: I think you underestimate just how poor I am.

Person: I just invented a new thing. No Romo. Like no homo but with romance cause I’m lonely. Get it?

Person: So yah I burned my hair cooking ramen.

Person: Well I figured he wasn’t an adopted iguana.

Person: Say it. You know god is watching.

Person 1 upon heading the news of George Bush’s death: Wait he’s still alive? Person 2: No he’s dead that’s the point.

Person: I got it. *five second pause* no I don’t got it.

Person 1: My name is (name), but you can call me yours. Person 2: Okay nice to meet you yours.

Person: Don’t drink it all fool.

Person: Bruh you could literally turn in a gay fanfic and he’d give it an A.

Person: Bruh, what is this triangular accusation?

Person 1:It’s call physics. Person 2: Yah but I don’t take Physics hence they should not apply to me.

Person 1: Discreet. Person 2: No discr-yeet *dabs*

Person 1: Be impressed with my ability to bull shit. Person 2: I mean, it’s gotten you this far.

Person: Why do I feel like finals are lowkey Russian roulette? Like okay I made it through most of them but I still have a few pulls of the trigger to go and one of them might get me.

Person 1: Murder. Just do it. Person 2: I didn’t know that nike was sponsoring murder.

Person: How do mermaids reproduce if they’re just like conjoined legs?

Person 1: Frozen Yogurt Person 2: Fro yo Person 1: Frozen YOgUrt Person 2: Fro Yo Person 1: FROZEN YOGURT

Person: All I have to do to commit suicide is jump from my parents expectations to my grades.

Person 1: I mean yah I cheated on that test. Person 2: Man your love life it DOOMED!

Person: I was seeing if I was tripophobic by repeatedly stabbing my finger with my pen.

Person: You do know that crickets exist during the day right?

Person 1: Hey (person 2), we’re friends right? Person 2: ….. What do you want. Person 1: You know, that sandwich looks real good. *person 2 hand them the sandwich* OMIGOD THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU!

Person: Omigod (person’s name) is going through puberty!

Person: If you pulled my ear I would have ripped out your nostril.”

Person 1: She’s attacking me! Person 2: No, he’s beating a woman, that’s not polite.

Person 1: I know many things! Person 2: like what? Person 1: ..... Person 2: my point.

Person: My shoes will be sparkly red stilettos. Fight me Dorothy.

Person: umm hello Christmas miracle even though I’m not Christian. Come at me 15 years from now!

Person 1: you’d make a really good baldie Person 2: yah you have a really rest head shape

Person: you know teletubbies? Yah that but compressed.

Person 1: I mean how will you become American? Person 2: paint me white, I’ll get a passport.

Person 1: I’m so funny. Person 3: it’s hard not to be when your life is a joke.

Person 1: So I’ve decided that my new career choice is to make school specific memes Person 2: That's Plan A? Yeash... at least Plan B lands you some cash

Person: I’m so small and bitter I’m like a human expresso

Person: You know what I’d name a baby kangaroo if I had one? David Jowie.

Person: I’m just saying that the orange red glitter crayon is you.

Person: I feel like a 1940’s schoolgirl who goes to an all girl finishing school where embroidery is a required class.

Person: I started high school with straight A’s, now I’m not even straight.

Person: Yeah, I’d swear by comic sans.

Person: (Persons name)stop being depressy and you’ll be more sucessy

Person: You can totally be insecure and self absorbed at the same time.

Person 1: Are you kids okay? Person 2: Besides crippling depression yeah.

Person: I don’t know it’s just giving me pig vibes.

Person: What drugs where the animators for “Pink Elephants on Parade” on?

Person: long story short I make like a semi hot guy.

Person: If I where pregnant id just be like 'you put this thing inside of me, you're helping me until it's out.'

Person: These girls asked me what type of guys I like and being the simple gay I am, I completely blanked

Person 1: why do you read on your phone if you get carsick at 20 minutes? Person 2:Because it works for the first 19 minutes.

Person: Three Indians, a Thai, a Colombian, and an American walk into a bar. Just kidding they aren't old enough to drink. Three Indians, a Thai, a Colombian, and an American walk into a school cafeteria...

Person: I can't do alcohol cause I'm not of age but I can do drugs because they're illegal for everyone.

Person 1: you can't have a breakdown, it's the third day of school. Person 2:... so?

*Group of kids singing Bohemian Rhapsody in twelve different keys* Person: For gods sake choose a key!

Person: For gods sake that was complicated. You didn't need to send out a survey to see which episode of which season of which show to watch.

Person: Honestly I'd chose stab over dab any day.

Person 1: She said she'd throw me out of the window. Person 2: She never did. Person 1: She never did.

Person: What language is this? *pause* Oh wait it's English.

Person 1: I mean it's pretty hit or miss. Person 2 from across the courtyard: I guess they never miss, huh?

Person: Chu-chu bitch. I’m a train.

Person after loosing game of kahoots: I’m going to ka-shoot myself.

Person: So basically I need to learn Hungarian for a song.

Person: No one screams their sneeze, its not human

Person: If I where a mosquito I would bite you and you��d get malaria and die.

Person: That tide pod aesthetic.

Person: No I loved Barney, Barney was my bo.

Person: If I where my own boyfriend I’d dump me.

Person: It's already a really good song but then it's dubstep so it's extra good.

Person: No one is EVER to old for coolmathgames.com

Person 1: Why are you using a poon? Person 2:….. Person 1: WHY ARE YOU USING A POON?!

Person 1: I’ve been blonde for 16 years. Person 2: So what? I’ve been brown for 16 years and you don’t see me coloring myself white!

Person: Yes. Scrape the sweat off my hand.

Person: No one cares about a square cube of water.

Person: We’re melanin intoxicated.

Person: Well my life may be a mess, but at least I’m not doing drugs. Yet.

Person: Negative 13 out of 10, do not recommend.

Person: Yah that’s gunna have to be a no from me.

Person: Fool me once......fool me twice.......fool me as many times as you want, my first name is dumbass.

Person 1: Ya know, I think the Americans have the order of dates right JUST BECAUSE you can do 4/20/2019. Person 2: Okay but they’re still wrong though.

Person with AirPods: And where are YOUR AirPods? Thats what I thought you broke bitches.

Person: Salem witch trials bitches.

Person: La Croix, the AirPods of the soda world.

Person: Who needs a thermometer when you have… your hands!?

Person 1: It’s time to bring back SEXY MASQUERADE BALLS Person 2: It really is. I need an excuse to wear an incredibly uncomfortable dress that's so big I can't even walk through doorways. Person 1: And to wear a swan inspired mask that doesn’t cover enough of my face to deem myself totally anonymous enough to be half as bold and daring as i plan on acting that night but everyone else is on board we’ll all just forget about it the next day. Person 2: That's to specific for you to have made up on the spot, you've thought about this.

Person: It was lady Macbeth that drugged and made the guards drunk, without her Macbeth would just be like “I guess I’ll stab him???” Person: It’s like playing where’s Waldo but the page is India and I’m Waldo.3Person: Why are there so many frowny faces everywhere?

Person: This group chat is weird. It's either homework, deep philosophical conversations, or memes, there's no in between.

Person 1: Honestly, where DID it come from Person 2: The endless abyss that is the internet.

Person: Are you really blaming our generational depression on Jake Paul?

Person 1: Oh. My. God. Guys. Keep your carbon dioxide away from my computer. Person 2: But sharing is caring. Person 1: But my computer doesn’t need this kinda of negativity in its life right now.

Person: Sweetie, if you think I’m going to stop wearing my favorite dress just because you kissed me in it, you are dead wrong.

Person with a metal straw: I don't drink broke.

Person: My whole life has become that sock on the floor. It's just there. When did life screw us over and then just ex? I’m just gonna write a book, and the last sentence will be life screwed them over and then exed. A story of the main character who gets screwed over, so I can get that 'it be like that sometimes' reaction.

Person in group chat: Positivity- I will make you feel better about being an idiot. Self Doubt- I will highlight all of your mistakes and set low standards for you so you'll never be disappointed. Me to Self Doubt- I'm listening...

Person 1: Sadly the disappointment never goes away... Person 2: Man we're a sad lot this time of year.

Person 1:It’s almost my favorite time of the year Person 2:Ahh yes. Singles awareness day, also known as chocolate sales at Walgreens eve, also known as... Valentine's Day. Person 1:... Oh... I meant rainy season.

Person: Being antivax is like swimming in shark infested waters because you're afraid the bridge could break lmao.

Person: I learned how eat a kumquat this weekend.

Person: It’s so sticky. It’s like clear cheese.

Person: Hamburger helper? More like hamburger help me pass this class.

Person 1: So I slipped on a grape… Person 2: You got K.O.’ed by a grape (person’s name), how does it feel.

Person 1: Look at me, I’m fine. Person 2: Well how many drugs did you take. Person 1: Several.

Person 1: Did you just say it’s ALMOST FEBRUARY? Person 2: Yes, it’s January 72nd.

Person: I knew your comedic standards where low, but poop jokes? Really?

Person: What? So are you insinuating the fact that reliablest isn't a word?

Person 1: [bitter old man voice] back in my day, tik tok was a kesha song. Person 2: Back in my day we had wires attached to our AirPods.

Person: There's a reason rainbows aren't straight. Just saying.

Person reading sheet music and seeing mf crescendo: I forgot that mezzo forte was a thing for a second so I thought it said mother fucker as a crescendo but mood

Person: He looks like a fine piece of toasted white bread.

Person: If life hasn't given me a fist bump by now, why should I give life one?

Person: we all died in 2012 this is hell.

Person 1: Who wants a pamphlet on condoms? Person 2: Why do you have this? Do you collect them? Person 1: Yah it’s my hobby. I have this one, one on HIV and one on teenage pregnancy.

Person: We live a society where reading about assassins and gory details is a hobby.

Person: Stop breathing so loudly on my thumb!

Person 1: I’m the comic relief. Person 2: For what? Person 1: Myself.

Person1: Who’s your valentine this year? Person 2: Me, myself and I. Person 1: Wow three valentines, you really can’t keep them away can you?

Person: Why do women gotta get their period, why not men. I wish I was born a seahorse.

Person 1: No we can’t all fit, her car is smol. Like you. Person 2: Says you miss 5 foot nothing lmao. Person 1: Hey we’re the same hight so says you miss 5 foot nothing.

Person: No, that’s cheating no emotionally disabling people.

Person 1: Why is it that we’re talking about someone burning eggs on two different group chats. Person 2: Hey I didn’t burn them. Person 3: Cause why not?

Person 1: That’s not how an Australian accent works. Person 2: This is why I’m not Australian, I don’t have the koala-fications.

Person 1: I’m Indian, numbers run through my blood. Person 2: That’s like saying I’m going to marry my cousin just because I’m white.

Person: So I ate veggies and hummus for lunch but then I counterbalanced it by eating a spoon full of straight Nutella.

Person: Seagulls, California Pigeons, what’s the difference?

Person 1: I humbly apologize and request your forgiveness. Person 2: I humbly decline your request for forgiveness.

Person: I think I’m permanently stuck somewhere between “If you mess with me I’ll fight” and “If you mess with me I’ll cry.”

Person 1: It was implied! Person 2: What’s implied is your inability to accept that fact that I’m right!

Person 1: I got lazy because I was eating Pringles. Person 2: She values Pringles more than me.

Person: Yo, you be the crazy ex girls they be talking about in memes.

Person: I swear (persons name) if I hooked up with squidward in your dream your subconscious and I need to have a little talk.

Person: You get to die, and you get to die! Everybody gets to die!

Person: How do you just add a child?

Person 1: Look at this ink based pencil. Person 2: A pen?  Person 1: This egg is all broken. Person 2: It’s like you then, you both broke under the pressure.

Lakshmi: Don’t force your opinion, voice it.

Person 1: If I where a fruit, which one would I be? Person 2: Sushi. Person 1:… Sushi isn’t a fruit.

Person: I mean it’s not straight up “Yo come here I’m gunna kill you.”

Person: Bye gays, bye (other girls name).

Person 1: No (person B) stop. Just shut up. You’re making me loose brain cells. Person 2: But… Person 1: No. Just no.

Person: Stop. That is non-consensual pizza eating.

Person 1: Cheese is not a vegetable! Person 2: Well it’s not a meat either! Person 3: Guys… It’s dairy.

Person: Idiots have priority over just regular dumb people

Person: God melted the polar ice caps just to make it rain for Noah then refroze them. I don’t know (kids name) I’m not god!

Person: You and I will go out, and leave them to their raw fish rolled in sea salad.

Person: Does anyone else get really energized when they change their room? Just me? Okay.

Person: I hope you know I will diss you guys to the end of the earth.

Person: Bruh talk to (person’s name) I don’t know sh… *notices teacher looking at her*…niahhh.

Person 1: The thing is, I don’t want to be 80 that’s rough. Person 2: Then just die at 50.

Person: You’d be scrambled eggs with hair.

Person: Seeing you two fighting, it’s like seeing a piece of light fighting a black hole.

Teacher: What can you tell me about probability? Student 1: I hate it. Student 2: Dont you mean you? Student 1: Yes both.

Person: My brain has the dumb I’m sorry

Person 1: If my first word was no, I’m assuming that’s foreshadowing for them my family disowns me after I renounce religion and systemic abuse. Person 2: Or…. You just need to make sure your last word is yes. Person 1: Yes to what though? Person 2: ‘Are you dying?’ Yes.’ Pessimism, just your style. Person 1: That’s true.

Person: My parents don’t message me, they’re the type of people who CALL. Where did I get my social anxiety from??

Person: Well guys it's been great knowing you I’m just going to drown now.

Person: I figured out a new diet regime, it’s called sleeping until noon and just not eating breakfast.

Person: The f on my birth certificate was the doctor paying their respects.

Person: Chocolates with raspberry filling are the sole reason I’m still alive.

Person 1: Isn’t Latin a dead language? Person 2: You’re a dead language!

Person: Hydrate before you diedrate.

Person 1: you have a son named Spider-Man? Person 2: what noooo! Person 3: well don’t expose her!

Person: That awkward moment when you just really don’t care about people.

Person 1: (Person 2) and I will be over here with my virgin margarita and her water. Person 2: Hey! I want apple juice! Person 3: Why are you not drinking (Person 1)? Person 2: Because she’s to single, and also she’d strip. Person 1: Woahh! How dare you assume that I’m not drinking because I’m to single?

Person 1: Ya know, I think I’m going to have to jazz hands my way through hell. Person 2: All of us will.

Person: Brown town children, y’all find someone in India?

Person 1: Wow you have the best backup singers. Person 2: I only hire the best, at least 5 stars in yelp. Person 1: Well good because that’s the sound they’re making.

Person: The cold kills everything, it’s like my heart.

Person 1: Remember the rolls I brought to school last year that I used to give you? The ones with paneer and the really good spices? Person 2: Yah? Person 1: This is not at all the same thing.

Person 1: What’s stevia? Person 2: It’s like sugar but no.

Person 1: Yeetus Skelettus. Person 2: Fetus Deletes? Honey, that’s called abortion.

Person: Anything for you. That’s what you said. Anything for you. But when I ask for just one bite of your pasta? No!

Person 1: I've written 1,300 words and don’t have a thesis statement or topic question Person 2: Yeah, you need to figure that out.

Person 1: you know I had a dream that you where in a romantic relationship with a toaster. Person 2: wasn’t that your relationship with (ex’s name)? Person 1: you’d have more chemistry with a toaster.

Person: Can people read colors? Cause I am ooo.

Person: It’s like hands but medusa

Person: You look like a cardboard jellyfish that’s brown

Person 1: Two of us like boys. Person 2: We all like boys. Person 1: Two of us like ONLY boys.

Person: you’re like a reverse plant. You convert oxygen into carbon dioxide.

Person: Shhhhh. I’m not in physics, let me be dumb in peace.

Person: Why are you laying down like some greek god, get up you brown child.

Person 1: Do all of you just think you’re going to be single? Person 2: I already am why not keep the streak going to get a high score?

Person: and now cracks of light are coming out from around the sides like some sort of computer Jesus!

People 1 and 2: Rock Paper Scissors Person 3: shoot me please.

Person 1: not since 9/11 you can’t. Person 2: dang. You just tossed your whole country just to prove a point. I’ve never been so proud.

Person 1: what is an angle of depression? Person 2: it’s my life. Person 1: no it’s you because it’s not straight.

Person: Boom. Lesbians.

Person 1: Well what if two rocks just washed up at the same time and humans. Person 2: Evolution.

Person: Watermelon isn’t good anymore, I swear its just water with food coloring.

Person: You being dumb makes me want to correct you, sos too being dumb cause I’m on vocal rest.

Person: well (persons name) who have you a mouth?

Person: Teachers that grade late work deserve all the love and cookies and cake in the world.

Person 1: honestly I just want to die right now. Person 2: same. Literally same.

Person: I just feel like a single molecule lost in space.

Person: who’s gunna stop me? God? Damn him to hell.

Person: the line is not actually straight it’s like (students name)

Person 1: It’s your favorite sleep deprived gay. Person 2: But I’m my favorite sleep deprived gay. Self love. Person 1: We Stan.

Person 1: Why do you have a tool? Person 2: Because my hair is moist.

Person: eating lead was an otherworldly experience

Person 1: I have everything stolen from me 2: at least you have the tiniest bit of dignity left 3: what dignity? 1: exactly

Person 1:( holding up katsup) does this go on salad?

Person:I’m turning red! Me! A brown girl!

Person: I’m not trying argue that we should date, I’m just saying.

Person 1: what’s your biggest turn on? Person2 : a light switch Person 2: or then leaving.

Person 1: what is the most attractive retire on someone Person 2: my own face

Person: you’d be that one bar do white chocolate that just sits in the feidge because no one wants it

Person: that’s like saying I’d rather see your shirt than your face.

Person: why would I shut up when I can shut (kids name) down

Person: Subtle. Gay. Vibes. I’m telling you.

Person: just watch me write my ee on all the reasons why nick caraway is gay. Just watch me.

Person: Why are you stereotyping. What if the body doesn’t want trucks, what if he wants to be a fairy.

Person: being ace is basically just eww no but like forever.

Person: Stop trying to science your way out of being wrong.

Person: even if you did ask me out I’d still say no so then you’d even be rejected by a trash can

Person 1: you can’t read cheese color. Person 2: yellow?

Person 1: Think about it like you’re brown Person 2: She is brown Person 1: Then act like it

Person: You’re not an ugly frog, you’re a beautiful human being. Person: I am. Very very dumb. And also. Bisexual.

Person: I was thinking of something smart but then I forgot what it was.

Person: I want to skip the crush phase and just make out with someone.

Person 1: The only way to get into the Holland family is to marry in through Paddy. Person 2: (Person 1’s name) this isn’t the royal family.

Person: Omigod you looked like the human version of squid ward.

Person: I want to be smart. Where can I learn smart stuff?

Person: But plant the seed and smoke the weed and chop the cane.

Peeeson 1: that is the definition of meter? Person 2: about 3 feet. Person 1: okay thanks America

Person 1: who’s Tom Holland? Person 2: Spider-Man you uncultured swine!!

Person: I am not a children

Person: Ohh dang yeah forgot chickens existed for a while

Person: Hey! Don’t narrate my water!

Person: I don’t read water.

Person: Think of it as a relationship. If you and your ex break up they are salty but you profit because you wanted to end it but if you end it weak, then y’all will argue back and forth and get nowhere with ending it while still exchanging insults.

Person: You know those really sexual mattress adverts?

Person: Oh please, you have the sexual appeal of an easy bake oven.

Person 1: weed is a gate way drug Person 2: YOURE A GATEWAY DRUG!

Person: (first, middle, last name), I love you to the end of the earth. But you are a daft child.

Person 1: She’s like that type of girl. She’s the long paragraph white girl. Person 2: Well that’s a niche if I’ve even seen one.

Person 1: swing you two fight is like watching two ants fight. Person 2: you friking piece of bacteria!

Person: I’m just an intellectual.

Person: I will murder your face off.

Person: that’s like a kilometer tall.

Person: It’s weird when I pet you horizontally.

Person: to be honest I thought those were rocks in a jar for the longest time. Turns out they weren’t.

Person: does she have a brother or gay tendencies

Person: I’m going to slap your hand like it’s a fricking spider.

Person: I like your face better blurry.

Person: every night at about midnight someone starts googling astrology

Person: I will kick you. I will murder your soul.

Person 1: I’m just going to marry a millionaire. Person 2: Where are you gunna finds a millionaire in this economy?

Person: Welcome to my tea party, there isn’t any tea to drink, but we have a lot of it to spill.

Person: Yah, it was something about sex or something.

Person: You’re all uncultured swines.

Person: I’m about as straight as a sine curve.

Person 1: They’re not Oreo’s you dumb head Person 2: I know that dumber head. Person 3 :Shut up dumbest heads

Person: As an ex foetus i can say with authority that if my mother had aborted me i wouldn't have known nor would i have given a fuck

Person: I’ve just accepted I’m going to fail this test. I’ve gone through the 5 stages of grief already.

Person: Yes I’m blind that’s why I need glasses fool.

Person: what the fork do you want you little son of a biscuit.

Person: Anyway now I’m taking Tylenol PM and I’m going to actually sleep tonight that’ll be fun.

Person: I need all the hoodies. ALL OF THEM.

2 notes · View notes

captiancap · 5 years

Text

Man eater (pt. 2)

You decided to meet in the town square. Plently of people and in the middle of the day. Although Mastiff had promised you there would be no funny buisness you still wanted to be safe.

You sit on the ledge of the fountain, arms crossed, foot tapping and try to pretend your heart doesn't skip a beat when you see him in the distance. He's in all black, as usual. He looks no different from when you were dating.

He sits next to you and stays quiet. You remain silent aswell, he's the one who wanted to talk. After a few minutes Mastiff sighs. He looks at you and up close you can see he looks tired.

"I'm not going to apologise." He says.

Oh. This. Motherfucker.

You go off. You hadn't meant to. The plan was to sit and hear him out and depending on how you felt at the end, report him to the police or not. But looks like that wasn't happening.

He listens to you rant. Every angry, anxiety filled word was taken in by him. You talk about how you feel like you're going crazy, how you aren't sure you'll ever trust him again, how cold it is at night without his arms around you, how disgusted you feel knowing that he's kissed you with the same mouth that he eats people-

He clasps a hand over your mouth and pulls you back down so you're sitting. Apparently you had been pacing and shouting that whole time, drawing a crowd. He turns his head in the direction of the people, being thoroughly terrifying with no need for words, and they go back to thier buisness.

His hand is making it a bit hard to breath so you tap his arm and he lets go. "That," he sighs, "I will apologise for. I didn't mean to grab you. I panicked. I'm sorry." He sounds so genuine when he says this.

You glare at him. You say nothing, mostly because if you tried you'd probably start crying. He sighs again and runs his hand over his face. He acts like this is hard on him.

"I am not going to apologise for being honest with you, and I'm not going to apologise for my biology. Yes I could've told you sooner. I also could have kept it from you my whole life but I saw no point in it." He says, sounding rather sure of himself as always.

You ask him why there would be no point. He's hidden so well from so many people for so long he sould be an expert. Hell, you were convinced he was a normal guy for well over half a year.

He smiles a little bit, "I didn't want to be a 'normal guy' to you. I wanted to be something more serious. And lets be honest, if I was a normal guy you wouldn't have even given me a second glance." He chuckles and it seems just like old times.

You can't help the blush that creeps onto your face. It's true that his strange nature was what drew you to him. Admittedly, looking back on things now, there were some odd things that you should have questioned.

He never ate infront of you, he would sit with you at meals but only eat the smallest amount, but he was always so big. You never saw his eyes or back, you figured he was just self conscious and didnt want to make him uncomfortable. The sheer amount of strength he had would be enough to tip someone off but all it did was make you hot under the collar.

You were so stupid. Maybe love made you blind? No. Never again. You see through his tricks now. He's a monster.

You look at his face and the sentence you were about to say dies on your tongue. You feel him peering through his bangs at you. He's tired, you're tired. God you need a nap.

You jump slightly when you feel the cool touch of his hand on yours. You glance down to where he's lacing your fingers together. You should pull away but it's been a long time since someones held your hand. It feels good.

He sighs, "I won't apologise for who I am. Or what I need. But I can promise you, if you choose to have me, there will be no more secrets. You'll never have to he scared or confused ever again." He brings his other hand to your face and caresses your cheek softly.

"Please," He says "I love you."

Thats when you break. You rip your hand away from him and stand up so fast you get whiplash. You start briskly walking away from the foutain, away from the square, god, just, away from him.

You can hear him calling for you as you leave but he doesn't chase you. A small part of you wishes he would. Have him run after you and tackle you to the ground, out right refusing to let you go. But he would never do that.

You cry the whole ride back to your friend's apartment. When you walk through the door she sees you and rushes over. She comforts you as best she can and listens to the whole story but... It's not as good as him.

You can see it in her face that she doesn't understand but she's trying her best. You knew she was your friend for a reason. As you finish telling her the whole ordeal she pats your back and nods. Theres silence for a bit but it's broken when she takes a deep breath and says the dumbest thing you've ever heard.

"I think you should get back together with him." She says rather fast. You stare at her. She takes this as an okay to continue.

"It's just... You were so happy with him. And yeah this is a rough spot but he sounded like he really wanted you back. You always said he was reasonable. I'm sure if you gave him another chance he'd be willing to like... Go vegetarian or something?" She said with a shrug.

You stare at her. Then the wall. Then the floor. You feel like you want to throw up and cry. This is crazy. You can't go back to him. He could eat you.

But... Maybe he could change... Or at least try.

You head to the guest room where you've been sleeping for the past few weeks and flop on the bed. You want to just sink into oblivion. This is all crazy. All of it. The fact that you are considering what your friend said is also crazy.

You eventually fall asleep.

When you dream its similar to one you've had long ago. You are back in that cursed warehouse, poking around without fear or care that these belongings aren't yours. You hear the scuttling again.

You shine your flashlight at the wall, seeing nothing, then at the floor. When you look down there are tiny spider crawling about. They aren't swarming or trying to hurt you, just minding thier own buisness.

You step over then and head to the container you know is in here. It seems to appear out of nowhere. Plops down right infront of you. The lid is gone.

You shine your light inside. There's nothing. The tiny spiders start crawling into the container and a large wave of them brings the previously hidden lid. They set it down in front of you and you take it.

They all look so cozy in the dark cramped space. You can feel the thousands of tiny eyes staring at you intently. You look at the lid in your hands. You should close this. Cap it off and send them back in the dark where no one has to look at them any more.

You throw the lid across the room. It smacks against the wall and the whole room shakes. The spiders stir in thier plastic prison. Without thinking you plunge your hand into the containter.

You get bitten, yes. Tiny fangs dig into your skin but you feel no regret. You search around in the bottomless abyss, what exactly you're looking for is unclear.

You feel something cold brush against your hand. You pause for a moment. It seems to be grasping for your arm. You take a deep breath and grab hold of the object.

He holds your hand, fingers laced together, like always. You're both coverd in spiders but it's okay. He's holding you and that's what matters. The spiders don't bite you and it feels good to have his weight against you again.

You can hear thousands of hissing whispers. He says something to you but you cant hear him over the hissing. You ask him to repeat it. The whispers seem to double over each other making your head hurt.

He holds your hands together and rests his forhead on yours. Theres a soft rumbling coming from his chest. You look at him and smile softly.

"I want to show you something." You manage to hear over all the other noise. You're about to ask him what it is when you suddenly get woken up.

You flail slightly in the bed and look around for any danger. You don't see any immediate threats, however, there is a vibration in your pocket. You rub your eyes and roll over.

After the fourth vibration you manage to tug your phone out of your pocket. You look at the collar ID and almost choke. Its him. He's calling you. What are you going to do?

Answer it of course. He's your boyfriend after all.

You press accept and sit against the head board. It's quiet for a few seconds. He mumbles something in Russian that you can't make out. You ask him to repeat himself.

"I want to show you something." He says, cautious. You think for a minute.

"I was serious when I said there would be no more secrets. I want to show you I mean it." He elaborates. You remind him that he only said that would be the case if the two of you got back together. He's silent.

You sit there for a bit then sigh. You get off the bed and look through the closet for something to wear. He hears the noise and asks what you are doing. You tell him that if he planned to kill you then you at least wanted to die wearing something nice.

You hear him wince a bit at the joke, but he chuckles after a second.

"I'll be at your work." He says and hangs up.

You are definitely crazy.

#monster boy #monster love #exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster lover #my writing

34 notes · View notes

ask-joeydrewstudios · 5 years

Text

Another Reality (Part 1)

(Hello, Mun! I’ve been wanting to write a fanfiction for this AU for awhile, but once I heard the blog was shutting down, I finally decided to start. As a result of my lateness, this fanfiction is not finished. I guess I’ll be sending the rest to your other blog, if you’re interested. This is literally the first time I’ve ever submitted something online, so if I did something wrong, I apologize.)

(Where do I begin? Mun, I’d just like to thank you for all the laughs and heartfelt moments this blog has provided. It was a creative, unique idea to have a “happily ever after” AU, and continues to be. I haven’t been here since the beginning; I only got into the Bendy and the Ink Machine fandom about a year ago, and found your blog a few months later. But I can say that this has been, by far, one of my most favorite blogs here on Tumblr. I love your original take on all the characters, and their unique designs. You are an amazing artist and even more amazing human being. I wish you the best of luck in all your future projects, both fandom related and not.)

(Now back to the fanfiction. I’d been entertaining the idea of the studio employees of this AU ending up in the game studio. I decided to write that, but only for Chapter 1. It gets pretty “angsty” later on, but I tried to mix in some humor as well. I’ve never written anything so dramatic before, so we’ll see how it turned out.)

((Note: This fanfiction was written rather hastily, so I’m sorry if the pacing seems too fast. The way I headcanon the AU studio is that it’s a mix of the studio before the game was remastered and the studio after it was remastered, meaning the ink machine is in a small room at the far end of the main hallway, like the original, but everything else is like the remastered version.))

Joey Drew glanced over at his dozing head animator, Henry, before quietly laying down his pencil, setting aside the papers he’d been writing on. Slowly, he pulled open his desk drawer and withdrew his book of dark magic, careful to make as little noise as possible. He had no wish for Henry to discover him in the act of practicing spells; the cartoonist, while not actively trying to prevent him from performing said rituals, did not necessarily approve of them, either.

The head of the studio adjusted his glasses as he flipped through the pages of his book. He’d been so busy lately with the cartoons, which were quickly gaining popularity, that he hadn’t had time for practicing his spells. Joey had finished most of his work for the day, and decided he was deserving of a quick break.

Henry had come in about ten minutes ago, stumbling slightly as he’d opened the door, rubbing at his eyes beneath his glasses. Joey shook his head, looking over at the young man, now fast asleep in his armchair. That boy needed to take better care of himself; he’d been working for almost two days straight on the latest cartoon, ignoring Joey’s and his wife’s protests. Henry’s work habits had improved much since he’d married Dianne, but clearly old habits die hard. Well, Joey thought, At least he finally had the common sense to go lie down.

Joey turned his attention back to his book. He had had this book for so many years now, and still he felt he hadn’t untapped all the secrets it held, hadn’t explored all the rituals it had to offer. Thumbing through it, Joey waited for something to catch his eye. He stopped when he reached the page with an intricate summoning circle sketched on it. Joey always found himself coming back to this particular passage, but had never made the time to try it out. Grinning, Joey opened one of his drawers and took out some candles, matches, and a large ink pot. He had the time now.

The text said something about it being a gateway. The book was written all in Latin, and was extremely old and had suffered some water damage, leading to many of the words having faded away. Joey could only just make out the incantation. Taking up his ink pot, Joey began to copy the circle down on the floor of his office. The ink he was using was not the regular ink found at the store. It was cursed ink, the kind used to bring Bendy, Boris, and Alice to life.

Joey deftly finished copying the diagram, years of experience guiding his hand. He was just reaching for the matches, when a shout he knew all too well reached his ears.

“JOEY!”

Sighing, Joey set down the match box and got to his feet, groaning slightly (being old was not fun). Couldn’t Sammy try to be a little more quiet? He checked to make sure Henry hadn’t woken up at the sudden outburst. Thankfully, the animator was still sound asleep. Joey quietly crossed his office and opened the door, shutting it gently behind him.

Angry shouting awoke Henry from his slumber. He recognized the shouter to be Sammy (When wasn’t it Sammy?) ranting about Bendy, and something about Susie. Henry sighed. He hoped Bendy hadn’t tried to prank Sammy again. Pranking Sammy was an exceedingly bad idea, but the prank backfiring and accidentally getting Susie was even worse. From what he was hearing, that was exactly what happened. He could hear Susie trying to calm her boyfriend, and could just detect Joey’s soft, measured voice through the noise.

Henry rolled his eyes and tried to block out the sounds. He let his eyelids droop shut, but not before something caught his eye. Peeking an eye open, Henry looked down at a summoning circle on the floor. Really, Joey? Had Joey actually been performing a ritual right under his nose? Henry sat up, reached for his glasses on Joey’s desk to get a closer look.

The circle seemed more complex than the other ritual circles Henry had seen, with various designs crisscrossing each other. Henry knew next to nothing about demonic rituals, other than what Joey had told him. Actually, now that he thought of it, he probably knew more than the average person did due to his boss.

Henry decided to let it be, and proceeded to take his glasses off and begin to snuggle back into the cushions, when he heard a whisper. Frowning, Henry replaced the glasses on his nose, staring intently at the circle. Had it just said something? Henry listened closely. There was definitely a whisper emanating from the circle. The animator got to his feet, knowing he should tell Joey. The whispers grew louder. Henry couldn’t make out what they said, but the voice sounded familiar. With a start, he realized it was his voice.

Henry stood silently for a moment, too confused and surprised to move. As he stared at the circle, the ink seemed to spread. Henry blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes. No, the ink was definitely moving. It was spreading across the circle, swirling around. A tunnel began to form, steadily elongating till Henry saw a light at the very end.

Something about this tunnel held Henry in some sort of spell, and he could not bring himself to tear his gaze away. His own whispers echoed in Henry’s ears, unintelligible but urgent. Without thinking, Henry stepped toward the dark puddle. Warning bells sounded in his head, yet he could not bring himself to heed them. He stood on the edge of the circle, gazing into the abyss. His foot rose slowly, almost of its own volition. It kicked something, sending it into the tunnel as it did so, but he didn’t care. His foot sunk into the ink, bringing the rest of him with it. Distantly, Henry heard Joey’s voice calling for him, but he didn’t turn to look.

“I’ve had it up to here with that demon brat, Joey!”

Joey glared at Sammy coldly. The head of the music department didn’t seem to know how to stop shouting. Susie was trying to hush him, bringing an ink stained finger to her ink stained lips. Bendy had set a pale of ink up above the music department, attempting to drop it on one of the musicians, most likely aiming for Sammy. From what Joey had heard, and could clearly see, that ink had instead poured on Alice’s voice actress.

“Either you teach him a lesson or I will!” Sammy glared daggers at Joey.

“What do you mean by that, Lawrence?” Joey met Sammy’s glare coolly. He admitted that Bendy could be troublesome sometimes, and deserved a good chastising, but he wasn’t about to let Sammy start threatening his son. Sammy seemed to realize his mistake, for he sputtered for a few seconds, searching for something to say.

“Sammy,” Susie intervened, her voice gentle but firm, “I think Joey understands your feelings on the matter and will see to it that Bendy is suitably reprimanded. Now, please, shut up.”

Sammy looked startled for a moment and looked down at his girlfriend, who was giving him a stern look through her stringy, ink-drenched hair. Joey sighed and nodded his thanks to her, which she returned. It was commonly known around the studio that Sammy would do anything for Susie, and that was an admirable trait. Sometimes he pushed it a little far, though.

“I’ll go talk to Bendy as soon as I, ah, take care of some business.” Joey assured, turning back to his office door, pausing before he opened it, “And Susie, you may of course go home and clean up.�� Susie smiled her thanks.

Joey nodded then turned the knob and entered his office, to see an ink tunnel having formed where he’d painted the circle, and Henry right on the edge of it. Joey could only stare for a moment, before calling out to Henry, who was actually stepping into this mysterious tunnel.

“Henry!” Joey leaped for the animator, but he was already falling down the tunnel, and into the brightness at the end. Sammy and Susie both burst into the room, alarmed by Joey’s cry.

“Joey, what- Holy heck!” Sammy’s eyes landed on the tunnel, and he took a step back, “What in blazes is that?”

Joey was staring intently at the tunnel, unable to speak for a few moments. What had just happened? How could it have happened? He hadn’t even begun the ritual! Joey was suddenly aware of whispers coming from the tunnel, reverberating in his ears. He stumbled away from them, backing into Sammy and Susie.

“Joey, what’s going on?” Susie’s nervous eyes searched Joey’s face for an answer, an answer Joey didn’t have.

“I-I don’t know.” His gaze was fixated on the tunnel, “I didn’t do anything. I only painted the circle. This shouldn’t have happened! Henry…” Oh goodness, what had he done?

Joey glanced desperately around for his ritual book; it would have the answer to how to bring Henry back. It had to. When he didn’t see it, Joey was immediately filled with dread. It had to be here. He frantically searched under the armchair and by his desk, but it was nowhere to be found, which meant only one thing: it had fallen into the gateway with Henry.

After a brief moment of panic, Joey came to a decision, “I’m going after him.” He stepped toward the ink, a deep sense of calm and resolution suddenly washing over him. Henry was like a son to him, and Joey wouldn’t be exaggerating if he said he wouldn’t know what to do should anything happen to him. He was the reason Henry had fallen down this ink tunnel, and he would be the one to bring him back.

“You can’t just jump into some ink tunnel not knowing where it leads.” Susie protested, “We need a plan.”

“The plan is to go in, get Henry and the ritual book, then find a way back.”

“That doesn’t sound very well thought out.”

“There are no other options!” Susie jumped slightly at the harshness in Joey’s voice. Then, seeing the desperation in the older man’s eyes, her tone softened.

“Alright.”

“ ‘Alright?’ ” Sammy interrupted, looking at Susie in disbelief, “We’re seriously letting Joey jump into a freaking hole in the floor?”

“Do you have any better ideas?”

When Sammy remained silent, Susie turned back to Joey.

“Go.” she said, simply.

Joey nodded, prepared to jump in, before turning to his employees, “No one is to follow me, understand?” Susie nodded, and Sammy glanced between the two of them before nodding slowly. Joey turned back to the ink tunnel, and, before fear could overtake him, he jumped.

What the heck just happened?

Henry lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the studio. He had been falling down a tunnel of ink till he’d flown up and out of the tunnel, landing painfully on his back. Now here he lay, too stunned to do little more than blink. After a few moments, Henry remembered he had arms, and he used these arms to push himself up to a sitting position, while adjusting his glasses. Turning round, Henry saw the strange tunnel he’d just fallen through, on the floor just a foot from him. Henry had had many strange experiences in his life, but this definitely was the strangest. Even that one time Bendy had turned him into a cartoon didn’t seem so weird compared to this.

Henry got shakily to his feet, surveying his surroundings more. He was at the entrance to the studio, but Henry immediately realized it had changed. There were no sounds, no one speaking other than the whispering portal. The studio was never this quiet. There was a large amount of ink dripping from a section of the ceiling, creating a large puddle on the floorboards. That hadn’t been there this morning. What was even more peculiar was the glowing ink on the walls and floor. That definitely hadn’t been there this morning.

Henry studied this strange ink, first looking down at the large amount that seemed to have been painted across the floorboards. At the end of this long stretch of ink was written in large letters “DON’T TURN ON THE MACHINE”. Henry could only assume whoever had written this was referring to the ink machine. His eyes roved over the writing on the walls. Two sections were devoted solely to tallies. One part read “TURN BACK”, painted over a Bendy poster, and another read “I’M SORRY BUDDY”, over a Boris poster. In the room that led off from this hallway, Henry could see a large sign for Joey Drew Studios, with moving film reels behind it. Over the “Studios” part was written “NOTHING”, so that the sign seemed to read “Joey Drew nothing”. Henry couldn’t even begin to wrap his head around all he was seeing. All the writing was so ominous. Why would anyone write this in the studio? Was this even the studio he knew? Where was he?

Panic began to set in, and Henry found himself turning back to the ink tunnel; if it could send him to wherever this place was, then surely it could send him back home. As he prepared to walk back through, Henry spotted Joey’s book of dark magic lying on the ground. He remembered something had fallen into the tunnel before he did, but he hadn’t spotted it until now. Henry picked it up, and held it close to him. Suddenly this book of devilry was the most precious and comforting item in the world.

Henry took a deep breathe, about to step into the gateway, when he saw something falling through it, rising up toward him. No, not something, someone. Joey!

Joey flew threw the tunnel, arching through the air before slamming into Henry. The two men crashed to the ground, the ritual book flying from Henry’s grasp. The pain Henry felt at the collision did not override the relief and joy he felt at seeing Joey.

“Joey!” he cried, pushing his glasses back into place.

“Henry!” The older man struggled to sit up, enveloping the animator in a tight embrace the moment he did. Henry returned the hug with equal warmth, letting all of his fears melt away, even just f

or a moment, to allow himself to feel safe and comforted.

Joey pulled away from the hug first, adjusting his askew glasses, “Are you hurt?” he asked, eyeing Henry up and down.

“No. Are you?” Joey didn’t talk about it very much, but he was growing old, and falling through a tunnel and smacking into someone else before hitting the floor probably did not do his aging body any wonders.

“I’m fine.” Joey assured, attempting to stand before wincing and sinking back down, “Or at least I will be.”

Henry nodded understandingly, seating himself beside Joey. The two men sat in silence for a few seconds, allowing their nerves to settle. At last, Joey turned to Henry, his icy blue eyes wide and earnest, “I’m sorry this happened to you. I didn’t think this would - or could - happen. I should have been more careful.”

Henry smiled wanly. Joey had done a lot of what could be considered bad things in his life, such as summoning creatures from ink, but he’d never done anything with malicious intent. He always owned up to his mistakes and always tried to make amends. Sure, he was a little too careless sometimes, but it was hard for Henry to hold a grudge against the man who had given him his dream job, who was always there for him, and who he considered to be like a father to him.

“I forgive you.” Henry said, simply.

Joey searched Henry’s gaze, and, apparently concluding he’d meant what he said, smiled back.

The studio owner then eyed their surroundings, his brow furrowing, before spotting his book. He went to get up and grab it, but Henry beat him to it, and handed the book to him. Joey flipped through the pages impatiently before stopping on a page with a sketch of the ritual circle Henry had seen just minutes ago in Joey’s office.

“This’ll be our ticket home.” he said, pointing to the diagram.

“Can’t we just walk back through the tunnel?” Henry asked.

“The portal probably only works on one end, and since no one knows how to bring us back on that end, we’ll need a second ritual circle to get us back to our studio.” Henry frowned, and experimentally tried to put his hand through the tunnel they’d come through. Sure enough, some invisible barrier prevented him from doing so.

“Now all we need is ink…” Joey mused aloud. Henry knew they couldn’t just use normal ink; they needed ink directly from the ink machine. Henry glanced over at the message on the floor. “DON’T TURN ON THE MACHINE”.

“What do you make of these messages?” Henry asked, gesturing to the glowing ink surrounding them.

Joey frowned, “What messages?”

“These ones.” Henry said, gesturing again. Joey looked about them a moment before turning back to Henry, a puzzled expression on his face.

“I don’t see anything.”

Now Henry frowned, “How do you not see anything? They’re literally glowing.”

Joey continued to look confused, which irritated Henry. He didn’t like being the only one seeing the messages, seeing as how he didn’t know what that meant.

Joey’s head tilted slightly as he considered his apprentice, “What do these messages say?”

Henry explained to him all the markings he was seeing, and the older man stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“Interesting…” he murmured to himself. Henry didn’t understand why Joey found it so “interesting”, but decided not to ask; he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Joey seemed to remember the whispers coming from the tunnel, and he turned slowly to face them, a look of surprise on his face.

“Is that-”

“Me? Yeah, it is.”

Joey stared at Henry silently for a moment, before turning back to the portal.

“I wish I could understand what you’re saying.”

“So do I.”

Joey stared wide-eyed at the gateway for a few more seconds, before snapping back to the matter at hand.

“Well, regardless of the warning not to, we need to turn on the ink machine in order to get home.” Joey rose slowly to his feet. He rubbed at a spot on his back, and grimaced.

“That’ll smart for awhile.” he said, half to himself. Turning to Henry, Joey smiled slightly.

“Let’s go.”

Sammy could not believe what he was seeing. Many a strange thing had happened in the years since he’d begun working at the studio, but this definitely surpassed them all. Well, apart from that one time Bendy had turned him into an ink monster for a few days, but other than that, this was definitely the strangest thing that had happened.

Susie and he stood as far away from the ink tunnel as they could without leaving the room. The whispers were still audible over here, but were not nearly as… tantalizing. Something about those whispers sounded familiar, but Sammy couldn’t place why. They also seemed to have a sort of lulling effect, and Sammy and Susie had to repeatedly stop themselves from advancing toward the gateway. At last, Sammy decided to just turn his back to the tunnel; the whispers were less prominent this way.

Darn it, Joey. He cursed to himself, Why do you have to go mucking about with this stuff?

Susie noticed Sammy’s consternation, “Are you alright?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Susie gave him a knowing look, and Sammy crossed his arms. He would never, ever, say it, but he had come to actually like his boss, even though he could be a total idiot sometimes. And he’d always respected Henry for his work ethic and for the fact that he always minded his own business. The music director grudgingly admitted to himself that he cared for both of them, something Susie could understand without him having to put it into words.

“Hey, Mr. Drew!” Wally’s voice snapped Sammy from his thoughts, as did the janitor’s hurried footsteps, “Mr. Drew, there’s a pipe leak- sweet cheese!” Wally ran into the office and immediately backpedaled when he saw the tunnel, hugging the wall.

“Wh-What is that?” The janitor turned to Sammy and Susie, steadily inching closer to them.

“It’s a hole in the floor.” Sammy said drily, too disgruntled to explain.

Susie rolled her eyes at Sammy and explained the situation to a flabbergasted Wally, who had made his way over to them and stood close to Susie.

“Henry fell into this… tunnel, and Joey went to go rescue him.”

“… So, we’re just waitin’ now?” Wally asked, his eyes flicking from the tunnel to Susie and back again.

“Basically.”

Wally nodded slowly. Sammy sighed. As if the situation wasn’t bad enough already, now they had to deal with Wally. Could this day get any worse? Bendy rushed into the room. I’ve got to remember to stop asking that. The ink demon looked scared, and Sammy figured he was probably seeking Joey for protection, which he often did when Sammy was mad at him.

Bendy squeaked when he saw Sammy, made to leave, then paused when he noticed the music director wasn’t even looking at him. Cautiously, Bendy stepped into the room, squeaking again when he saw the portal on the floor.

“What happened?” he asked, his pie eyes wide, “Where’s Papa Drew?”

Susie smiled gently, crouching down so she was at eye level with Bendy to give him the news.

“He and Henry fell into that ink thing!” Wally cried. Susie turned to glare at him, while Bendy’s usually smiling mouth drooped into a frown.

“When are they comin’ back?” he asked. Sammy watched as Susie searched for an assuring answer, stuttering a bit. He decided to interject.

“They’ll be back soon.” Sammy looked down at the ink demon. Bendy looked up at him, no longer afraid of his wrath. Sammy had to admit he wasn’t really angry with him any more; too much had happened in the past several minutes.

“You’re welcome to wait for them with us.” Susie said.

Bendy nodded and seated himself, facing the portal. Sammy and Susie shared a glance, each silently asking the same question: What do we do if they don’t come back? Out of the corner of his eye Sammy saw Wally move, but was too absorbed in his thoughts to turn and look. If they don’t come back- No. I won’t think about that right now. Sammy found his hands moving to his pockets, reaching in for his cigarettes and lighter. Smoking usually helped calm his nerves.

Sliding out a cigarette and placing it in his mouth, Sammy flicked open the lighter, bringing it up to the end of his stick.

“Um, Wally, what are you doing?”

Bendy was looking behind Sammy and the music director turned to see Wally right on the edge of the ink tunnel. Oh, shoot! “Wally!”

The lighter fell from Sammy’s grasp, flipping closed, the cigarette falling to the floor as he dove for the janitor. Wally was descending into the ink and Sammy clutched his arm. Wally’s weight and the pull of the portal was too much, though, and Sammy was soon diving in as well. Dimly, he heard Susie shouting his name, felt her hands on his upper arm. Then they were all lost to the ink and whispers.

The deeper into the studio they went, the more uneasy Joey and Henry became. It was all too clear no one else was here, and hadn’t been for quite some time. However, two of the rooms off the main hallway had lights on, one of them being Sammy’s upstairs office. Music suddenly began to play from behind the door. Joey and Henry had shared a nervous glance before Joey had timidly said, “Hello?” No one answered, and the music soon stopped. They’d tried to open the door, but it was locked. Ink dripped in worrying amounts from various sections of the ceiling; Joey was surprised the ceiling was still holding up. If all this wasn’t eerie enough, Henry discovered more hidden messages. Over the directory was written “DEATH IN EVERY DiRECTION”. There was a message just beyond it, that Joey could see quite clearly. “DREAMS COME TRUE”. That was his slogan. Why had someone written his slogan on the wall in ink? Who had done it? Henry told him there was another secret message just above it that said “NOT ALL”. “NOT ALL DREAMS COME TRUE”. What did this mean?

Obviously this universe’s version of the studio was radically different from the one Joey had founded. But why? If there was an alternate studio, there must be an alternate version of him. Joey couldn’t imagine any version of him would let the studio fall into ruin; the success of the studio had always been his top priority. And what about these messages Henry was seeing? Perhaps, Joey mused to himself, Only Henry can see them because Henry wrote them. That would make sense, if it was written in magical ink. But then Joey found himself at the same question of “Why?”. Why would Henry write these messages? Who was he trying to warn, if the only other person who could read it was another Henry?

Joey shook his head. There were no concrete answers as of yet. He needed to focus on the mission at hand: getting home.

The way to the ink machine was different than their world. The area off the hallway leading to it was blocked off by what looked like a garage door. That’s not good, Joey thought, We’ll need to open it to access the switches for the machine. Instead of this hallway directly leading to the machine, it turned right, and there was a chart at the far end of the hallway labeled “Ink Output Schedule”. Joey saw that it had been signed “T.C.”. He could only assume that meant Thomas Connor. Did this studio have all the same employees as theirs? What had happened to them? Had they all quit?

They turned right, stepping over a large pipe that extended across the floor. And soon they beheld a large room, split into two levels, with them on the upper part. Chains extended down from the ceiling to the lower level. Here on the upper level was a lever, and some sort of power generator. To the left was a trunk and a shelf. A railing was placed on the other side of this level, probably to make sure no one fell. The ink machine was nowhere in sight.

Joey just stared in awe at his surroundings. He wasn’t sure why this whole area was necessary, or where the ink machine was, but it was fascinating seeing his studio designed differently.

Henry murmured something.

“What’s that?” Joey asked, absently.

“ ‘THERE NEVER WAS A CHOICE’.”

Joey frowned, turned to look at the younger man, “What?”

Henry pointed to the floor, “Another message.”

Joey instinctively looked down where Henry was pointing, even though he knew he wouldn’t be able to see anything. He’d have to remember all these messages, so he could come to a conclusion later as to what they meant.

Henry walked over to the railing, looked down at the room below.

“I don’t see the machine.” The young man eyed the chains and the large hole in the floor, “Maybe it’s attached to the chains.”

Joey didn’t see the reason behind the chains needing to hold the machine. He guessed it was so that it could move to the different levels of the studio, though Joey didn’t think that was necessary.

The studio owner glanced about him, “How do we get to it…?” He eyed the lever, then the power generator.

“This lift could use a few dry cells.” Henry voiced Joey’s thoughts aloud.

“There’s one over there.” Joey went and grabbed one off the shelf. Henry checked the inside of the trunk, and withdrew another. The two men carried their loads over to the power generator, sliding them in place. Joey grabbed the lever, yanking it down. Instantly, the chains began moving as they worked to bring something up.

“Let’s see what’s hiding down there…” Henry said, quietly.

Sure enough, it was the ink machine, but not the ink machine they knew. This one was designed differently, with a pipe running down it, and an altogether sleeker look. Steam issued from either side, making Joey jump slightly. He pressed himself up against the railing, trying to get a closer look. He wondered how efficiently this ink machine ran compared to the one back in their world. Was it a newer model? Joey wanted nothing more than to study this alternate machine.

“Uh, Joey?” Henry’s voice jarred Joey’s thoughts, and he backed away. Right, right, getting home is our main priority.

The two of them headed out of the room, Joey casting glances back over his shoulder.

When they arrived back at the main hallway, Joey saw the roll up door that had closed off the area with the switches had been opened up, and the door to the breakroom had opened as well. But how? There was no one else here. At least, no one they’d seen. I’m beginning to think this place is haunted. And as the thought crossed Joey’s mind, he realized this notion wasn’t entirely not plausible.

“Come on.” he said, motioning to Henry. It wouldn’t do to dwell on things that could not be explained, as of yet. Henry glanced at Joey, before following him into the new hallway.

This section of the studio was just like their world’s studio, except for the occasional hole in the wall. Henry was glad to see not everything was changed, but it was eerie at the same time. How could two studios, so similar, be so different?

They turned right, past the desk and chair nobody ever used, towards the old break room, which was where one of the switches was and where Joey performed the ritual to curse the ink. Henry stared at the far wall, reading yet another secret message. “DON’T BE SCARED”, it read. Don’t be scared of what?

A plank of wood fell from the ceiling and clattered to the ground. It wasn’t so much the the fall itself but rather the resounding noise the plank made as it hit the floor that caused Henry to wince. Joey looked surprised, but other than that made no reaction. Henry looked back up at the writing on the wall. It was as if whoever had written it had known the wood would fall. Add that to the list of strange things that had been happening.

Henry reported the message to Joey, who paused, before nodding, telling him to keep him posted. Hopefully Joey will be able to make better sense of these messages than I can.

They reached the intersection, and Henry turned right, heading for the break room, but something caught his eye in the room to the left. He turned to look just as Joey gasped, a small cry escaping him. Henry looked into the other room and saw Boris - dead - strapped to a raised table, his rib cage splayed open with a wrench jammed between them and his eyes crossed out.

Henry could only stand there, staring at the corpse. Horror filled him, overtaking his mind. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. Boris was dead. Boris was dead.

The two men stood frozen for a few moments, until Joey stumbled forward, inexplicably drawn to the dead wolf. Henry wanted to do something, to pull him away, but his limbs refused to move. Joey approached Boris, staring up at the body. His legs could no longer carry him, and he sunk to the floor, kneeling before the corpse, his ritual book falling from his grasp. A horrible noise escaped him, and Henry realized it was a sob, a terrible, heart-wrenching sob. And suddenly Henry could move again, and he was running to and kneeling beside his boss. A golden message shone on the floor, but Henry couldn’t care less what it said.

Henry’s arms wrapped around Joey, offering what little comfort they could. Joey didn’t seem to notice, his watering blue eyes trained on Boris. Henry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold back his own tears; one of them needed to stay strong.

The two men remained in silence for what seemed an eternity, before Joey spoke, his voice low, “Who… would do this?”

Henry didn’t have an answer, and he didn’t trust his voice to speak without shaking.

Joey had finally wrenched his gaze away from Boris and was staring down at his hands, “How could I let this happen?”

Henry took a deep breath before speaking, “It’s not our Boris.”

“But he’s still Boris. There’s a Joey in this world, and he let this happen. He…” Joey’s voice broke as he covered his face with his hands.

Biting his lower lip, Henry gently withdrew his arms from around Joey, shifting himself so that he was partially facing the older man.

“Joey,” he said, softly. Joey didn’t look up. Henry breathed in slowly, calming himself before he continued, his voice stronger, “Joey, this isn’t your fault. Whoever did this, whichever Joey let this happen, is not you.” Joey continued to sob quietly into his hands.

Henry realized that no amount of comforting words would make this moment any better. Joey had just seen the disemboweled corpse of his son. Yes, this Boris wasn’t their Boris, from their world, but it was still Boris. It didn’t matter whose fault it was. Boris was still dead. His son was dead.

Scooching back beside Joey, Henry wrapped his arms about him again, and this time Joey leaned into him, giving himself to his anguish. Henry held him tighter, letting his own tears fall.

And so the two men remained, whispers echoing about them, the Boris corpse oblivious to the tears being shed for it.

Susie fought to keep herself from shivering. She was still drenched from the ink Bendy had poured on her, and the chill of this… other studio combined with the wetness set her teeth chattering. Sammy noticed this, and wrapped an arm about her, not caring that he was getting ink on his own clothes. Susie smiled at her boyfriend gratefully.

The three of them (her, Sammy, and Wally) gazed about this strange new studio. Neither Joey nor Henry were in sight; Susie hoped they were alright.

Sammy was glaring viciously at Wally, “Well, Franks, I hope you’re happy. We’re trapped in some alternate studio, with no way of getting back, and it’s all thanks to you.”

“Hey!” Wally cried indignantly, “It’s not my fault! I didn’t know the tunnel was gonna start whisperin’ at me. You guys shoulda warned me!”

“Let’s not argue.” Susie said, already sick of their bickering, “We need to find Joey and Henry.”

Sammy cast one last glare at Wally, before turning to Susie, sighing, “Let’s go, then.”

The trio had tumbled out of the portal a mere minute ago, with Wally landing first, flat on his face, Sammy landing on top of the janitor, and Susie forming the apex of their strange little tower. It had taken them some moments to regain their bearings and to disentangle themselves from each other, but they’d been quite surprised by their surroundings once they had. Now they advanced through the silent hallway leading toward the ink machine, becoming more wary with each step.

“Joey?” Susie called softly, her voice seemingly too nervous to speak louder, “Henry?”

Sammy paused when they reached his office, opening the door. It wasn’t much different from his office back in their world, with a desk taking up most of the space, a radio, and a shelf, except this shelf contained bacon soup. Nobody at their studio enjoyed bacon soup except for Bendy and Henry. How old is this stuff? Susie withdrew a can from the shelf, checked the expiration date, her eyes widening when she saw the soup had expired almost three decades ago. How long has it been since anyone worked here?

“ ‘He will set us free’?” Susie turned to see Sammy reading off a paper on his desk, brow furrowed. The music director turned to look at his girlfriend, “Did I write that?”

Susie didn’t have an answer for him. Since there was another studio, it was conceivable that there could be other versions of themselves. For some reason, the thought made the voice actress uneasy; she wasn’t sure she could handle meeting another version of herself. This studio was already so different from theirs; wouldn’t its employees be different, too?

Gently, Susie laced her arm through Sammy’s, led him out of the small space. Wally surveyed the room more closely once they’d stepped out, his eyes alighting on the small radio on the desk. Before either Susie or Sammy could protest, Wally had turned the dial. Music blared from the radio, making them all jump. Cursing, Sammy shoved past Wally and shut it off.

“Can’t you ever use your brain, Franks?” Sammy scowled at the janitor.

“I wanted to see if it still worked.” Wally said defensively, “I didn’t think it would be so loud…”

Sammy gestured to the radio, “The volume is turned all the way up, if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Oh.” Wally looked sheepish, “Well, maybe Joey or Henry heard it.”

Or something else did. Susie shook her head, trying to ignore the fanciful notion.

The three continued to progress down the hallway, noticing the ink machine wasn’t directly at the end as it was in their studio. They were just nearing the break room when soft footsteps could be heard in the section opposite it. The three of them halted, and Susie licked her dry lips, tasting ink, before calling timidly, “Joey?”

“Susie?” Henry’s low voice made Susie sigh in relief, and she walked forward just as Henry turned the corner, Joey right behind him. Susie’s smile faltered as they neared, seeing their faces. Henry’s eyes were red rimmed, his mouth set in a tight line, as if he was trying to hold himself back from crying. Joey clearly had been crying, and his puffy, red eyes proved that. His breathing was shaky, and as he came up to meet her, Susie could see tears still sliding down his cheeks.

“Are you alright?” she asked of them immediately. Neither of them could meet her gaze.

“We’re fine.” Henry looked up at Sammy and Wally, before turning to Susie, “Why are you here?”

“We fell in by accident.” Susie explained.

“She means Wally dragged us here.” Sammy added, earning a harsh glare from Susie.

Wally crossed his arms, “I didn’t ask you to try and save me.” The voice actress tried to communicate to the two of them with her eyes that now was a very bad time to argue. Sammy caught her look, and seemed to finally notice that Joey and Henry were upset. He frowned, nudging Wally slightly before he could continue the squabble. The janitor looked confused at Sammy’s sudden silence, before he too saw the reason behind it.

Henry sighed, rubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses, “Well, we need the ink machine to get home. We were just about to start the ritual when we heard the radio turn on.”

The animator made to turn back the way he’d come, but stopped to glance at Joey. The older man hadn’t said a word, had barely even looked at them. He seemed lost in his own world, which wasn’t unusual for him. But the utterly morose look on his face wasn’t like Joey at all. He looked like he was within moments of an emotional break down.

“Joey,” Henry’s voice grew quiet as he addressed his mentor, “do you want to wait a bit?”

Joey turned to his apprentice, before drawing a long, quivering breath, “No. I want to go home.” Henry nodded, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder before walking off in the direction of the ritual room. Susie shared a confused and concerned glance with Sammy and Wally. What could Joey and Henry have seen to affect them in this manner? Susie had a sinking feeling she was about to find out.

(That’s it for now! I hope you all enjoyed this. It might be a bit too depressing for the end of the blog, but oh well. I never was good at writing fluff. Farewell, Mun! I’ll be seeing you on your art blog.)

(( Oh wow, I think this is the longest one submission i’ve ever gotten xD I like how you write the characters, you’ve got their personalities down pretty well, and even though a few people have done the ‘AU characters end up in the canon universe’ idea the whole ‘people reacting to the dead boris’ thing never gets easier to read :^) it hurts every time. if you continue to write this please feel free to @ my art blog, i’d love to see more! thanks for the fic!! <3))

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #bendy the demon #joey drew #henry batim #sammy lawrence #susie campbell #wally franks #submission #fanfic #angst #anonymous #anon

45 notes · View notes

ilcaeryx · 5 years

Text

Tenacity: Chapter 5 - Derive [Midoriya Izuku/Reader]

SUMMARY: Past and future, Izuku has always been surrounded by good people.

TAGS: Reader-insert Collection, Fluff, Meeting the Parents, Weddings

Link to Chapter 5 of Tenacity on AO3

or continue reading below.

Chapter 5: Derive

Midoriya Inko should be used to frequent surprises by now; her son was somehow the focal point for the eye of the storm, a cyclone with a build-up of over a decade and the efforts and tears of dozens, if not hundreds, of humans. You weren't an eye-witness to it, though you could perceive the nurture and devotion his friends and family had permeated his soul with. Frankly, it sometimes felt you had accidentally sweeped into his life only to reap the benefits of a healthy, stable Izuku without contributing to his well-being. Inside your heart, you could only wish you'd offer a quarter of support everyone else had.

You didn't dare antipating or assuming you would - the competition for most time and energy invested in Midoriya Izuku was insane, with the odds stacked heavily against you. That line-up was frankly intimidating.

Imagine devoting yourself to someone like that, you mused and swiped the photo of a younger Izuku and Mrs Midoriya with a nail, trailing an invisible bond between them. It was obvious that Izuku had been a momma's boy back then, standing closer to his mother in the picture than most teenage boys would've wanted while smiling brightly. Adorable. This photo must have been taken during high school, judging by uniform.

You compared young Izuku with adult Izuku, holding the frame an arms-width away towards the real deal. Said real deal was sitting on his mother's couch, legs apart and his elbows propped up on them. He was ruminating, as he often did, with his hands covering his mouth. Much like his older counterpart, young Izuku seemed somewhat burdened with something. There was this slight slouch in his shoulders, a hesitant inclination of centimeters that made you go 'hmmm'. Following the contour of his shoulders, down his arms you saw that his clasped hands already had the web-like net of scars back then.

Today, those scars had faded but it alarmed you how out of place they seemed in this pretty family picture. Izuku always told you that his body was a monument to his tenacity whenever your touch lingered too long over his scars. However, you could easily tell that those weren't his words. No, those words were hand-me-downs from someone else.

With care, you put down the frame next to the growing collection and joined your boyfriend on the couch.

You couldn't help but compare again. His digits and arms were marred, even if it wasn't as bad as in the photo. He didn't seem to mind, as he wore a short sleeved shirt today, and his hands were preoccupied switching between preening his hair and nervously rubbing together.

"Izuku, you're looking distraught," you said and took one of his hands in your own, a film of sweat coating his palms. You squeezed slightly, bringing him out of his thoughts. "I can leave if you want to. You don't have to introduce me to your mom right now. We haven't been together for that long, anyway…"

"What? No!" He visibly shrunk away and shook his head furiously. "I'm just nervous, is all! It's just that she won't be expecting you here. I didn't tell her about you- I mean I did tell her about you but not that you'd stay for dinner. She'll be home any minute now and she'll see you sitting here…"

The sound of someone scribbing with the lock echoed through the apartment, both of you scrambling towards each other. You weren't easy to emotionally influence, but Izuku's shaky nerves were starting to infect you.

"It's do or die now," you stated, clenching your teeth into a beaming smile, determined to make this as least awkward as possible.

"Mom! We're in the living room!" Izuku turned towards you and gave your knuckles a brief kiss. "I wouldn't have brought you here unless I could handle it. I love you and my mom will, too."

Whatever the reason may be, you knew he'd have your back.

He stood up and pulled you up, gingerly. The two of you lingered in each others' warmth, hands to hands and chest to chest. You braced yourself figuratively as Izuku braced his arm around your back, resting his hand on your elbow.

Inko Midoriya took off her ballet pumps and ordered all the pairs by the entrance into a neat file. Her simple ones, her son's boots (that were almost falling apart, goodness!) and a pair clearly targeted towards younger women. Those weren't her's.

Her son told her that they were in the living room.

We're in the living room?

A few months had passed since Izuku had brought home a friend and although it made her preen her skirt and tunic with great intensity it made her happy. Inko remembered that last time had been last winter, when the sweet girl that is Ochako had joined them for dinner. They had had a wonderful time and Inko had been delighted that Izuku had stayed friends with her, even long after they had graduated from UA. Inko couldn't prevent him from diving head-strong into danger, but a few good friends by his side would make him think twice.

"We are?" Inko quoted and stepped out of the dark hallway into her living room, where her son and a young woman she did not recognize were waiting. For a second, she was taken aback: her son's gentle disposition was evident whenever he interacted with anyone and anything, yet the way he very deliberately held her against his chest made her almost cover her mouth in surprise, before restraining herself. If she managed to make Izuku's girlfriend (?) break into hives because Inko couldn't control her reactions she would feel downright terrible about it!

It was fortunate both of them were tall though, because she couldn't cry when she was looking up.

The young woman introduced herself politely and bowed very curtly, her hair falling around her in neat strands. Beside her, Izuku rested his hand on the back of her spine.

"Mom," Izuku refocused her attention from his hand to his face, "Y/N is the girl I told you about a few days ago. Actually," his eyed shifted, "she's my girlfriend."

I see…

"I'm Midoriya Inko," she said, her bow unusually fluid and lithe. "Very pleased to meet you, Y/N."

Years later, the memories of Izuku introducing you to his mother still made you laugh hard. Such fuss and worry over something that naturally developed into an unusually strong bond between a mother and her daughter-in-law. Indeed, after your own parents passed, Inko didn't hesitate to nourish you under her wing until you had accepted reality for what it was. While the realization wasn't easier per se, her unyielding support and Izuku's patience called you back from the deep abyss into the light again.

Really, it was silly to think that you and Inko wouldn't have ended up close, much less gotten along.

"I'm surprised you didn't end up crying," you said, popping a praline into your mouth. You had eaten about two hours ago, yet you still felt starved so you had to eat whatever left over chocolate you could find in your suite. As such, you didn't stop at one praline.

"I wasn't about to mortify you," Inko said, straightening creases out of the train, allowing it to gently cascade down onto the floor. "Although I was close to. I remember thinking that you would never return if that was the first impression you got of me."

"A few tears wouldn't have kept me away from Izuku. I would probably have been more self-conscious and confused, had you cried. It would've be very strange for you to act rude when Izuku had been praising you ever since I got to know him."

Inko stood up and put her hands together, a surprised expression on her face.

"He has?"

"He still brings it up quite often, but don't tell him I said that." Your legs were itching beneath the thick layers of the wedding dress. There was some relief from grazing the fabric against your skin, but you hoped that it would pass soon. The time had almost come for you to leave. It couldn't come fast enough, though you also felt like it couldn't go slow enough for you to feel ready. "I think you've done so much for him, Inko, that he'll never forget it. Izuku's just that type of person."

You nodded at your own conclusion, satisfied.

"Izuku's a genuinely good person," Inko said, looking up to the mirror at your reflection. "He's surrounded with so many people that love him, it would be hard for him to go astray. As a mother, this is the best gift I could receive. I know that whatever happens, he'll do the right thing. It may sound presumptious, but I think that him marrying you is the right thing to do, too."

Woah. That last comment made you raise your eyebrows. Not too much though, lest you wanted to disrupt your hair or make-up.

"You really think so?" you asked, warm all over.

Mama Midoriya smiled and hummed. "I do. I thought Izuku couldn't possibly be happier, having met his heroes and entered his dream career, and then you came along. You're sharp and rigorous and I think he learns a terrible lot from you. He's always had people who've prompted him to excel but not everyone can keep up with him. I think you're doing a great job at that. That said, I think we should head down. We shouldn't leave them waiting!"

Mother and wife-to-be, past and future, gave Midoriya Izuku another reason to fight.

If you liked this, consider throwing me a like/reblog/follow!

My Masterlist can be found here.

#bnha #bnha x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #bnha izuku #bnha deku #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #ilcaeryx.tenacity

15 notes · View notes

selenecrown · 6 years

Text

Minato Arisato x Female!Reader (The Great Seal of Nyx)

This fanfiction takes in an Alternate Universe where the Persona 3 Protagonist, when he becomes the Great Seal, he basically becomes a god too. Minato becomes the God of Apathy, Silence, Misunderstanding(s), Hope, Self-Reflection, and Protection. Minato also becomes the patron of people of the Fool Arcana, Unsure Persona Users, and Traumatized and Healing Children.

This takes place a two years after Persona 3: The Answer, but a year before Persona 4 Ultimax.

Elizabeth had figured out a way to break Minato out of the Great Seal, but she was unsuccessful, and Minato had to explain to her he cannot leave the seal as it would lead to Nyx coming once more and this time it not be as easy as last time to stop her with many other gods coming out as well, as they would try and take over too. So, Elizabeth told Minato how to gain unmatched power, like she does.

S.E.E.S., being unaware of this, has no idea of any of this. Thinking Minato is permanently stuck as the Great Seal for all eternity, has already accepted they might not ever see him again even after they die. But even so, they still mourn in his death along with Shinji. But they are unaware of not only has Shinjiro been watching over them, but Minato has lended the members of S.E.E.S. divine assistance when they get into too much trouble.

Author's Note: gUESS WHO REWATCHED AND CRIED HER EYES OUT FROM A PLAYTHROUGH OF PERSONA 3 THE ANSWER?! Your girl Selena!

So, this Fanfiction is brought to you by a girl who needed fluff after watching S.E.E.S. suffer for who-knows-how-long.

It had been two years since the death of Minato Arisato, your beloved boyfriend.

S.E.E.S. and the Nyx Annaliation Team had been disbanded, and the Shadow Operatives were barely starting out.

Former member of S.E.E.S. and the Nyx Annaliation Team and current reserve member of the Shadow Operatives, (First/Name) (Last/Name) was getting out of her college classes for the day and heading off to go her work shift for the day when tragedy struck and shook the lives of the former S.E.E.S. members that had once fought with her.

(F/N) (L/N) had been involved with a train accident while on the way to her job. The train was hijacked and (F/N) tried to stop the hijackers to get the passengers off the train to a safe place, she was successful in disabling the hijackers but not in stopping the train before it hit a construction site. Resulting in (F/N) in multiple major injuries in the chest, arms, and legs. Causing her to be rushed to the hospital after medical officials arrived on the scene.

She had been suffering from blood loss for some time, so by the time she was in the hospital she was half dead from the blood loss.

Her teammates rushed her side after medical officials found her phone with contacts and unsure if any where family, called all of her teammates and told them their teammate had fallen into a coma.

But, she was not dead.

Far from it.

For, her fallen teammate had come to give her a second chance, and see if she was willing to take it.

When you awoke, the pain was gone.

All of it.

Your legs and arms didn't ache, your head didn't feel light, your chest wasn't stinging with pain, and you could actually breathe. Your mental burdens that weighed you down in life had gone away, as if they had left you.

You physical and emotional burdens from life were lifted off your shoulders.

You where laying down in a field full of flowers. Daises, Poppies, Forget-Me-Nots, and Amaranths were scattered across the field of flowers. The only other thing in this field as far as the eye could see was the sky. Here, is was always sunny, that would seem like it was about the middle of the day. With a clear blue sky, with only white clouds that never got in the way of the sun. The field stretched as far as the eyes could see, and so did the sky. Other than the clouds, the only other thing in the sky was a huge moon hanging in the sky that was as big as the sun. It was just. . . There. It was supposed to symbolize a god was looking after this field.

When you woke in this field, you were wearing a bluish-green hospital gown. With nothing else on you besides basic undergarments. As if the hospital just dumped you here after not knowing what to do with you.

You stood up off the ground and looked around into the field of flowers. It seemingly had no end, as if it went on forever and ever. Then, you looked at yourself. All the wounds were gone, and your body felt so much more . . .Energetic then it normally did and when you fully looked at yourself, you saw you where defiantly younger then you remembered, as it looked like you were in high school again.

"Huh? What is going on? Am I dead?" You asked outloud.

"No. You aren't dead yet, stupid." A voice you hadn't heard in years said.

When you turned, there stood Shinjiro Aragaki in his regular outfit before he died. He even had his hands in his pocket! The only thing different is he was standing upright and smiling, whereas before, when he would have been slouched over as if he had something on his back and he was always frowning.

"Shinjiro-san?" You paused to make sure it was him. He nodded at you, and then you spoke again.

"What do you mean by that? Wait, but you're dead, and if you're here---" You spoke quickly as if you were panicking to him, as he sighed at your panic and simply put his hands on your shoulders after hitting you on the head.

"Oww!" You cried, as you were knocked back a little, and put your hands on you as a means of protecting your head. But, you were caught by Shinjiro before you could fall to the ground.

"You aren't even listening. You aren't dead yet. You're here to make a choice if you really want to be dead just yet." He stated, looking at you with his serious eyes.

I'm. . . Not dead?

Not yet?

Wait, so---!

"I'm here to make a choice? What do you mean by that?" You asked your upperclassmen.

Shinjiro sighed again. "Look, you're on the verge of death. You've lived the best you could through such a horrible life. You've done more than enough to change the world around you and other Persona Users. Plus, Minato's been waiting for you for so long. You're more than welcome to die, you've done enough to help others in defeating Shadows."

"But! Just because I've given other ways to defeat shadows and help prevent any other Shadow related catostropes doesn't mean it's all good!" You yelled.

At that moment, you had gotten scared.

Death?

Is he saying you are going to die?!

No! You thought you yourself. I'm not ready yet!

It's odd, since you had been through so much and learned to deal with death, but in that one moment, all of it was out the window.

Not only were you a college student, but a leader at the Shadow Operatives in helping people understand Personas and Shadows. You weren't the head, but you were investigating what exactly was the best way to help other Persona Users who many get into trouble. Such as the human psyche and other things about the cognitive relm.

"The more good I do, the more things come up that are bad! And what about the others?! I can't them behind! Especially not Ken and Koromaru! Someone needs to---" you panicked to Shinjiro.

He sat there and watched you panic and drown in anxiety. It's not that he wasn't paying attention. It seemed you were indeed stuck up on trying to live until everyone else had died before you.

You had always been a really kind person. You put others before yourself to a fault. Even after Shinjiro and Minato had died, you still had that flaw.

It was your fatal flaw. But, it isn't as bad as it was when in high school, when you would sympathize with others to where another's problems were your own problems and you just wanted to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders so no one else would have to.

You had had divorced parents, one who neglected you, the other being abusive. Both parents treated your horribly during life, leaving you mentally scarred. Because of their abuses, you virtually had no self-esteem and thought very negatively about yourself. You were pulled out of the situation and sent to live with an aunt in Port Island who you didn't see often since she was always over seas. Even when she was around, you didn't talk with her that much since she was always working. But, because you had "the potential", you were pulled out of that situation you were in and lived with S.E.E.S. since.

You were too kind for your own good.

Your boyfriend was able to help you heal, along with the help of the rest of S.E.E.S. You were partially healed before Shinjiro and Minato died, but that was put to a major halt after the Abyss of Time failed to disappear. Which caused you a lot of physical and psychological problems at first, but was later healed thanks to what had happened.

And here you were. Half-dead, and worrying out of your mind about the others. Even after all that you had been through so much in life, you said weren't ready to die yet.

As you rambled and panicked, Shinjiro listened until he heard other footsteps to his right. He then let go of you, and smiled in relief at the midnight blue-haired boy. The minute the boy stepped foot into this world, the world became darker, as the clouds covered the sun, and gave the three of you shade.

Then stood the Great Seal, as he was before he became the seal. He smiled at your panicking form. You hadn't changed much, from what he could see.

He knew you still could go back and live, but it would cost you your legs, which would be permanently paralyzed, and your arms, which would be forever unable to be how they use to. And from then on, you would be in and out of the hospital for most of your life do to the wounds in your chest, which had damaged some internal organs.

The Great Seal wanted you to be selfish in that one moment.

While Minato had Shinjiro in this field of empty yet peaceful solitude where Minato could keep Shinjiro close to him and forever under his protection, and Minato made this field as a means a keeping his S.E.E.S. close to him so when all members of S.E.E.S. all die they can stay close to Minato forever, he still missed his teammates being close to him, even after it's only been two years. It was so painful for him to only watch you go through your lives only being able to assist in a life-or-death or mid-life crisis situations, and only being able to be near you when you mourned him and Shinjiro for only so long.

He loved his team.

Even though he chose to become the Great Seal, he missed his former teammates very much. Even though he had no regrets in leaving his team behind, he still missed them and what they had done with him and even after he became the Great Seal.

The Great Seal of Nyx missed his S.E.E.S. and wanted them to be with him for all eternity.

And, most of all, his missed his lover. He had been waiting for you to pass on for so long.

He wanted his insecure, yet loveable girlfriend in his arms. Where he had once had her in his arms, he, until this moment, could not be near her without being unseen to the human eye and only felt by the human soul for a split second.

The Great Seal walked up to your trembling and nervous form and wrapped his arms around her body.

Suddenly, your body stopped trembling and your voice stopped as well. As if it knew who it was, and instantly stopped panicking in response to his very presence.

When you turned to the direction of someone holding you, you saw a familiar hair color.

Wait, this can't be!

Minato is gone! So, why---?

"Minato?" You asked, and as soon as you said his name, he placed as kiss on your cheek.

"It's been too long." Is all your boyfriend said to you, after he released you from the hug and walked in front of you and Shinjiro. He had that smile on his face he always would when he was happy. He still held onto your left hand, as if he didn't want to let you go just yet.

His hand was. . . Warm. Almost as warm as his smile he had on his face. And just as warm as it had been when he was alive.

"Wait, what? But---!" You started to ramble on again before you were shushed.

"Did you really think I was gone, even after all you had been through after the Abyss of Time failed to disappear? How could I do that after all of you came to face Erebus and got him out of my hair for a year?" He asked.

"Wait, you---?"

"I saw everything. Shinjiro and I have been watching all of you for as long as the two of us have been dead." Minato said. He took a step closer to you, and your foreheads touched.

He's been watching us?

Wait, so he saw everything?

How Aigis got the Wildcard ability and how the team split up?

And did he see Metis, too?

So, he wasn't gone after all.

He's been right here! Shinjiro too!

So, it wasn't like you wouldn't see them again, huh? Life sure is strange.

You stood in silence for a while as your mind was processing this information you were given. After some time, you started laughing.

Laughing at yourself for thinking Shinjiro and Minato were gone.

You did start crying too, because of how hard you laughed.

Minato started to laugh along side you, after some time.

After you had stopped laughing, you sighed in relief.

"This is no time to cry. It's okay, You're here now." He said. "I'm here now, right?"

You nodded, as you tried to wipe your tears away. "Yeah, you're right."

Minato then made sure all your tears where gone, and smiled again.

"Come on, I want to show you something." He said, as he pulled you towards a stone pathway leading to somewhere not within sight at the moment, the pathway seemed to be always ahead of you, as if it knew where Minato wanted to go. Shinjiro followed right behind the two of you. Minato escourted you through the world he created.

A huge lake, with animals all around the lake as if nothing was wrong and it was peaceful compared to anywhere else. The water was just as blue as the sky, if not a little more blue. The lake, from what you could see, was pretty big. It looked as big as the field of flowers, until the pathway changed into a bridge.

"A bridge? Across a lake?" You thought out loud.

"It's strange, isn't it? Come on, we're almost there." Minato urged you unto the bridge. So, you stepped unto the stone bridge and walked across it. This, gave you a better look at the lake and when you where halfway across the bridge, you saw your destination. Across the lake was a house. It looked like a mansion more than a house.

If you thought Mitsuru's summer house was something, this would blow you out of the water.

The mansion was huge! Even for a mansion! The mansion seemed to take up the horizon like it was a city scape. The house seemed to be a mid-modern styled mansion. Meaning while it seemed to only have one or two floors, it doesn't fail to dazzle all who see it. The mansion like to dorm, in that it had a similar color scene, red and white. It seemed the outside was mostly red, almost the exact same red as the dorm, with white details all over, like the deck and most windows and doors had white lining around it, as if the highlight them. Even though it seemed like the place only had two floors, it still managed to look tall. The closer Minato walked you to the mansion, the more details you saw on the property. The front had a beauiful garden full of flowers that stood out from the other flowers surrounding the area, that was hiding a large pool sorrounded by reclining chairs with closed umbrellas over some of the chair from view. On the first floor of the mansion was a porch with a table big enough to fit every member of S.E.E.S., including Koromaru, underneath the cover of a gazebo. The gazebo was not far from the house, but even so, it seemed to have a walkway between it and the house. The pool and gazebo seemed to light up the minute you stepped onto the farthest reaches of the house, as you could see small lights around the house power up. The house gave off a comforting and familiar glow, as if it was welcoming you home.

As soon as Minato and Shinjiro past you because you were staring at the house for so long, Minato stopped walking when your grip loosened and your hands fell to your sides and let go of his hands.

"What's wrong?" Minato asked you, as the sun started to disappear behind the house. Shinjiro stopped as well, to look back at the two of you.

"Minato, what's going on?" You asked.

"What did you mean by that?" Minato asked.

"Where are we? Why does this place look and feel like the dorm?" You asked him again, expanding on your question.

"I will explain everything. Please, let's go inside first." Minato said, grabbing your hand again. You nodded and followed Minato and Shinjiro into the house through a double door just past the gazebo.

Once you got inside the house, you definitely could tell something was up. As you walked into a kitchen that looked like the one in the dorm, just bigger, much more modern with a lot more equipment to work with. It had an actual oven, a sink, a dishwasher, several cabinets, and an actual microwave. But other than that, the dishwear normally behind the kichten was still there, with more than just plates. It had tea sets, expensive items, and who knows what else. Other than that, the table that was a few feet away from the kitchen was the same with only a pot of multi-colored Zinnia flowers to make any difference on the table.

You walked past the kitchen to find, suprise suprise, there was a living room. The living room was huge, but looked almost the same as in the dorm. The couches were bigger, but had the same color scheme as the dorm's, the table was still there, though. The TV was bigger, it looked to be the size of the monitor in the commands room, and mounted on to a wall. Which the couches all seemed to be facing in some way. The TV was a curved flat screen, with two bookcases full of movies on each side, with photos on top of the bookcases of S.E.E.S. that you took while all of you where alive.

Minato sat you down on one of the couches, and sat right next to you. Shinjiro sat on the couch across the one you two where sitting in. Minato, soon after sitting down sighed contently.

"What's going on Minato?" You asked, with a worried expression on your face. "This place looks too much like the dorm, and you guys are acting strangely, and---"

Minato simply smiled at you once more, and pulled both of your hands into his lap. "Promise you'll let me explain myself, and stop if you need me to, alright?"

You nodded.

"I'm a god."

Minato explained to you everything that had happened to him over the past two years, explaining how Elizabeth tried to break the Great Seal not long after S.E.E.S. defeated Eberus and Minato had to explain why he couldn't leave, so she gave him unmatched power, just like she did. Minato also had to track down Shinjiro from the Sea of Souls and bring him here so he could keep Shinjiro safe. Actually, the people who ran the place Shinjiro was staying let Shinjiro leave, but with a price. He would have to come back once a year to check up with him to make sure Minato isn't keeping Shinjiro all to himself and the rest of S.E.E.S. would have to do the same when their time came.

You had to stop him once or twice for you to fully understand the situation, (Minato gave great hugs and kisses because that settled you down pretty easily.) But you think you understood.

"However, you aren't dead yet." Minato said. "Your body has fallen into a coma with the others worried about you waiting to see if you want to go back or not."

"But, if you do go back now, your body will be severely damaged." A voice said, as you saw a familiar face you never expected to see again.

"Ryoji." Minato seemed to sigh as Ryoji appeared behind you.

"Wait, what's---?" You were about to ask, when Shiniro cut you off.

"Because this guy was a part of him," Shiniro pointed at Minato, "he's with us now."

"You're making it sound like that's horrible, Shinjiro-san." Ryoji said sadly, putting his left hand on his hip.

"To her it might." Shiniro said.

"In any case," Minato continued, focusing his attwntion back on you,."You have a choice. You can stay here and truly die and leave everyone else behind, or you can go back with an almost crippled body and live with everyone and have no memory of this until you truly die."

Silence stuck the room, as you looked down at Minato's lap, where your hands were. You were figetting with your hands while Minato leaned his head againist your own, and rubbed your fingers sootheingly.

It took you some time, but you made your decision. The whole room was silent while you were doing so, but the boys were slightly tense as to your choice.l on the matter.

"I want to go back." You said. "I don't want to leave everyone just yet."

Ryoji seemed about to say something, until Minato shushed him.

"Alright." He said.

As soon as he said that, he pulled you into a kiss. The kiss was passionate, but it seemed like he wanted you for a little while longer.

Everything around you started to turn white, and the last thing you heard was,

"I'll always be right where you need me to be, even if you can't see me. Don't worry about a thing, (Y/N)."

The world around you started to hurt again.

Your legs and arms ached, it was hard for you to breathe, and your mental burdens were back for another day.

But, the first thing you heard when you woke up was your name.

"(Y/N)!" Ken said, and you felt something move and then heard a bark.

You opened your eyes to see Ken.

"Ken!" You said, as you met Ken in a warm hug. Koromaru seemed come into the hug as well, wanting you to hug him too. You opened your arms to Koromaru as soon as Ken gave him some space to do so, and Koromaru seemed to be happily whimpering.

Not long after, Ken called the rest of S.E.E.S. and a while later, you were surrounded by your former teammates. All hugging you, and crying about how happy they were that you were alive. It took all of them took some time to accept you were truly alive, and once they had all finished they sat down around you and started to explain what had happened.

"You got into a train crash after you tried to save a hijacked train. Do you remember?" Mitsuru asked you.

You nodded. "Yes, I remember."

"Can you remember anything else?" Yukari asked.

"I. . . I remember, everyone telling me it was okay." You said. "It was okay for me to go. You all wanted me to stay, but you all said if I died, it would be okay. I felt horrible leaving you all behind, so I wanted to stay."

"You didn't want to go?" Fuuka asked you,sounding pretty shocked.

"I'm not ready to see them again." You said. "I still have work to do."

"(Y/N), hold on." Akihiko said. "Hold your horses. There's something else we need to tell you."

"Your body. . . It's severely damaged." Junpei said before you could ask.

"To be frankly honest, (Y/N)-san, the doctors are amazed you are even alive." Aigis said, she seemed sad but was blunt about it. "Your legs and arms are badly damaged, and your internal organs have been damaged as well."

"The doctors said you most likely be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life because of how badly damaged your legs are, and you maybe in and out of the hospital for the rest of your life with how damaged your internal organs are." Yukari said.

"That's why. . . The doctors said if you stayed in a coma longer than a week, we may need to consider taking you off life support and letting you die because it would make it easier on you and us to let you pass on." Ken said.

The air in the room got heavier with that in the air. You looked down at the blanket that was wrapped around your legs.

"I---I'm sorry." You said. "I didn't mean to burden all of you."

"What do you mean by that?" Junpei said, changing his attitude trying to lighten up the mood. "We're not yelling at you for coming back!"

"No, we just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't freak out when you found out from the doctors." Ken said, as his frown turned to a smile.

"Yes. You're here with us now." Yukari said as she walked towards you and hugged you again. "And that's all that matters right now."

Despite what the doctors said, Mitsuru refused to let you be bound to a wheelchair. She got you into many corrective surgeries to help your legs stay together while Akihiko and Aigis did their best to try and teach you how to safely walk again without hurting yourself. You had gotten to a point where you walked with a cane, and while you could be in a wheelchair, it was not required but nicer on your knees. Mitsuru also did her best to help fix your arms, which had been somewhat fixed. You could type, but couldn't write. And your internal organs were slowly healing but still fragile. So, Mitsuru gave you people who you could call if seething were to happen to you.

While you could never fully heal, your body learned to function in these harsh conditions.

Not long after, you met Labrys. Who was like Aigis' older sister and you also met the Persona Users in Inaba. You were lucky they didn't put you in the tournament becaise they thought you were weak, but still gained some bad injuries from the temporary Dark Hour. Now, you had to be in a wheelchair.

But, you didn't mind all that much.

Now, you could fulfill a mission with people you knew who might need it. Your mission finally had someone it could help.

Koromaru was the first to pass away due to his old age.

Then, Akihiko and Mitsuru died of old age.

Yukari and Junpei followed suit with not long after Fuuka died as well, and Ken died not long after because of a car accident. Aigis was destroyed due to the car crash that killed Ken, and you could not bring her back.

Leaving you alone in the world with nobody but Labrys, who at this point was not in good health either. But now that Mitsuru was gone, you gave Labrys over to the Investigation Team of Inaba.

You were dying of old age, but you didn't want to leave Labrys behind. While you were lying in your death bed, it was getting harder and harder for you to stay awake.

It felt as if everyone was calling to you. You felt peace in dying. But, you kept telling yourself you weren't ready. Not when---

"What're you doing (Y/N)? Don't you wanna see everybody?" Labrys asked as she held your hand.

Your body functions were starting to shut down, but your brain kept saying it wasn't ready yet.

"No. . . I can't leave you. . . Just yet. . ." You said.

"Don't gimme that. Go, it's okay." Labrys insisted. "They're waiting for you. And, it'll be less painful if you go now. Please."

You sighed, and smiled. "If you say so. . ."

Your took your last breath, and succumbed to the embrace of death.

When you woke up, you were wrapped in a blanket lying on the shoulder of someone. It was warm, and you kinda didn't want to move from where you were.

"There she is." A voice said. "Come on, I know you're here now."

You only responded with cuddling more into the person's shoulder and giving a warm hum.

"But I want to see your face. Come now, let me see your pretty face." Minato insisted, moving his hands to your face and turning his head towards yours.

But you didn't want to move. You had forgetten how warm he was to cuddle into after many long years.

"Look, I get you haven't seen him in a while, but come on, the rest of us want to go see you too." Yukari sighed at you.

"Mmm. Alright." You said, as you sat up from Minato's shoulder. Seeing that Yukari was sitting across from the two of you, with Junpei next to her.

The minute you sat up, Koromaru jumped towards your lap and cuddled into it.

Ken, who was on your left, hugged you. "You're here, right?" Ken asked.

"I'm here." You said to Ken, as he nodded into your arm.

Not long after, Yukari hugged you, followed by Junpei. Afterwords, the rest of your team came and hugged you. Shinjiro said this was a cause for celebration, and the whole team was treated to a feast.

Your team was whole again, never meant to be touched by any outside force ever again.

Minato wanted it to be so.

Here, S.E.E.S. could live in paradise forever and still be with one another, but they could also visit family and friends who had also passed away without dealing with negative consequences of anyone else's actions.

But, even Minato knew that Elizabeth would probably find this place.

But he hoped no one else would.

For, Minato just wanted his friends near him while he does his job.

After the feast and everyone showing you the house fully, you were exhausted.

They had showed you to your room, which was basically your dorm room but with other things you had gained over your lifetime, where you and Minato were currently lying down on your bed.

Minato, seeing that you were tired, said he wanted to stay with you for a while.

Minato cuddled you into his arms, and laid you down on the bed, and whispered sweet nothings to you, hoping it would lull you sleep.

Minato had you in his arms again.

And this time, he is not willing to let you go again.

#Minato Arisato x reader #reader insert #maybe slightly triggering #But full of fluff! So much fluff!#And some really bad symbolism I tried to add in #But other than that I'm super proud of this #Persona 3 imagine #I'm just gonna tag this because why not?

187 notes · View notes