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whyse7vn · 2 months

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CARDBOARD BOX -

[ ot7 x reader ]

BTW ☠️😂

8 participants - 8 online

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hobi: thinking about when we all lived together and jimin would make jungkook tap dance for food

jk: good times :D

namjoon: but jungkook cant tap dance?

jimin: exactly

namjoon: so you starved jungkook?

jk: no i tapped??

jin: horribly

jk: :(

tae: i liked it

jk: honestly 🥺?

tae: honestly

jk: :D

hobi: why is joon acting like he wasn’t there to witness it???

namjoon: sorry

i just tend to block out the traumatic memories i have with you guys

which is most of them

jin: jungkook was the one dancing for food not you

namjoon: being a witness to that was traumatic

yoongi: it was funny

jk: thank u

yoongi: no

namjoon: moving on

y/n: remember when jungkook would like disappear for 4 hours everyday and come back to the dorms at like 5 am

hobi: OMG YES

jimin: the era where he hated us 😪

yoongi: bring it back

jk: i didn’t hate you guys ☹️

tae: he was just getting his dick wet don’t worry about it

namjoon: he was barley 16?

tae: pussy slayer since 05 😝

namjoon: 05??

yoongi: he was 7 in 05

jin: victim since 05

jimin: jin was like 27 in 05

jin: ??unprovoked

and not fucking true

jimin: as long as you’re alive i’m provoked

y/n: 27 in 05 is crazy

jimin: i’m saying like 😭

hurry up and die maybe?

hobi: bros 31 ☠️

namjoon: ok stop guys

jin: fucking hate all of you

jk: omg it’s raining outside i’m so sad :((

tae: my fault stepped outside and mother nature just couldn’t contain herself

she freaky like that

hobi: paying for ur assassination

jk: what does that even mean

tae: the sky squirting for me bro

jk: oh

that’s nice didn’t know that was possible !!

can you make her stop tho

tae: tell namjoon to step outside and she’ll stop

namjoon: ???

tae: it will be hot and dry as shit if joon steps out ong

jk: namjoon pls step outside

namjoon: kook you need to stop taking tae’s word for things

jk: what

i take no words

i have my own

namjoon: nvm

y/n: life would be so much fun if one of you was a crack addict

jin: ????

yoongi: freak

hobi: real

jimin: namjoon is right here like….

namjoon: leave me ALONE

jk: i’ll be a crack addict for you

tae: i’ll be a better addict

jk: NO YOU WONT

tae: YES I WILL

y/n: shut up

jk: sorry ☺️💕💖

tae: i could so break jungkook’s legs

jk: ☹️

how will i tap?

hobi: you don’t need to tap anymore kook

ur free from that life

y/n: tap by taeyong

jimin: he may be free from tapping in this life but is the tapping life free from him?

yoongi: what

jimin: mentally jungkook is still my little tapping slut

jk: aw man ://

namjoon: did you need to call him a slut??

can we just be nice

jimin: yes i needed to call him a slut

he’s a slut

tae: he was sixteen tapping for you

ur calling a sixteen year old a slut

guys i think jimin is really weird for that actually

jk: me 2

jimin: so?????

you literally said he was fucking at 16 you indirectly called him a slut too

jk: right !!!!

tae: UMM NO???

i called him a pussy slayer actually

and that could mean anything

jk: like what?

tae: shut up jungkook

jk: ok

i’m sorry

it’s still raining

i’m upset

jin: anyways i think yoongi could be nicer

yoongi: ?????

y/n: yoongi’s great

jin: TO YOU

yoongi is actually really really mean and we need to talk about it

jk: i also think yoongi’s great !!

when i was sad about getting old and sick he told me i probably won’t get cancer and most likely die from getting stabbed at 30 on the 12th of december 3pm

namjoon: oh

y/n: yoongi….

yoongi: no cancer !!

jk: NO CANCER ^0^ !!!!!!

tae: yoongi being cold and mysterious will only get you so far in life

jk: yoongi don’t be cold

🔥🔥🔥

here

y/n: jungkook ur so silly

where are you

i want to bite you

jk: 😳

OMW HOME I PROMISE

WON’T BE LONG I SWEAR

jimin: take me back to the days where you had to buy bitches 46 plots of land and a horse to get pussy

i can’t do this being dumb ass hell shit

hobi: maybe ur just ugly idk??

jimin: ????

yo wtf

hobi????????????

hobi: who said that not me whatttt?

jin: that’s why taemin has jimin blocked

jimin: HE DOES NOT HAVE ME BLOCKED

yoongi: woah ok?

jimin: just saying

anyways

jin: ur ugly 😂

jk: beauty is subjective

yoongi: do you even know what that means?

jk: yes ofc ??

maybe…

no 😔

tae: subjective sex

namjoon: stop

tae: SUBJECT SEX

i class i would love to participate in

y/n: is this you telling us you don’t know how to have sex???

tae: NO

this is me telling you i love sex and partake in it often

hobi: stds

jk: i’m confused

why do you want to take a class on it then ???

y/n: right

you wanting to take a sex class implies you know little on the subject of sex actually

tae: SHUT THE HELL UP

jimin: nothing about my beauty is subjective btw

it’s fact

jin: that ur ugly

yoongi: lol

jimin: namjoon tell them i’m not ugly

namjoon: guys he’s not ugly

jin: he’s really ugly

y/n: namjoon tell tae to stop shouting

namjoon: taehyung stop shouting

tae: NO

NAMJOON TELL KOOK AND Y/N I KNOW HOW TO FUCK

namjoon: kook y/n taehyung knows how to fuck

hobi: namjoon i wont lie to you but u lowkey a bitch

jin: right

namjoon: thank you for that hobi and jin i also love you very much

jk: ohmygod joon loosing his mind again

that is NOT what they said

joon come back to us

fight this namjoon fight it

hobi: fighting by bss

yoongi: who fighting?

jimin: joon and his crippling coke addiction

coke winning

namjoon: can we not

tae: i’ll laugh when you overdose

y/n: exo core

namjoon: i just helped you what is ur issue??

jin: do you notice how yoongi appeared again when the word fighting was said????

we NEED to have this man locked up i’m telling you

yoongi: i’ll have you sectioned

jin: WHAT THE FUCK?????

NAMJOON TELL HIM TO TAKE THAT BACK

namjoon: yoongi take that back

please

yoongi: i take it back

jin: good

yoongi: not

jk: yikes jin he got you

yoongi ur really cool

yoongi: shut up

jk: sorry 😆

y/n: stop being mean

yoongi: cant help it :3

tae: who wants to see me split a watermelon with one hand

jk: ME ME

OHMYGOD ME I DO I DO

I WANT TO SEE

PLEASE SHOW ME PLEASE BEOFRE I PASSED OUT PLEASE

PICK ME TAE I WANT TO SEE ME MEMEMEMEMEMEMMEMEME

hobi: tae how is ur financial situation these days

tae: kill yourself

hobi: ok wtf???

i was just asking

tae: jungkook im sorry but no broken watermelon today blame hoseok

jk: hobi what the hell man i was really looking forward to the broken watermelon

y/n: i heard tae filed for bankruptcy

tae: NOT TRUE

jimin: i heard he lives in a cardboard box

tae: SHUT UP I DONT

jk: tae omg……… 😧

is this true

tae: NO OBVIOUSLY NOT

YOU WERE AT MY HOUSE YESTERDAY

AND I ORDERED US FOOD

jk: pls dont shout at me

i’m trying to remember if your house was a cardboard box or not

jimin: (it was)

tae: NAMJOON

namjoon: guys

jimin: ur no fun

y/n: sorry 😔

tae: yeah

you guys better be sorry

stupid idiots

jimin: shut up broke boy

namjoon: jimin please

jimin: whatEVER

tae: namjoon i don’t say this a lot because normally it wouldn’t be true but man i love you

guys i think me and namjoon were married in our past lives

cuz like were so in tune with each other

like he just gets me

i get him

i believe in every life we find each other

like we get married in every single life except this one

namjoon: no offence but in every life i would find you and divorce you if that were true

tae: oh

y/n: LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO

yoongi: lol

jimin: no i see it the crack addict and the broke bitch love story

tae: at least someone gets it

nvm

should of read the whole message first

u guys are just closed minded

im telling you me an namjoon are like super alike someone thought i was him yesterday and he was so real and right for that

jk: i thought you said that guy that called you rm in the park yesterday was a racist not real or right

tae: jungkook

jk: yeah ^0^

tae: stop talking rn

jk: okay😵

hobi: cocaine is like really expensive how would tae and joon work out

tae wont be able to help feed into joons addiction

y/n: why do you know that cocaine is expensive

hobi: i know a lot of things that just happenes to be one of them

jimin: if you think about it when have you ever seen a crackhead be like nah im not gonna have crack today

they make that shit happen no matter what

and i think thats what attracts tae and joon together

like joon will do anything and everything to get his fix and tae would do anything and everything to have a place to sleep so their hardworking nature is what leads them to love

yeah

jin: ok !!!!!!

jimin i think you need a hobby or something

that was…. a lot

yoongi: shut up

jin: WHAT DID I DO???? AM I WRONG OR DID YOU ACTUALLY ENJOY JIMINS MINI FANFIC LIKE?????????

yoongi: i’ll punch you

jin: and i believe that!

shutting up #now

hobi: i wish i was mark lee rn

he probably doing something really canadian as we speak

jk: like what?

hobi: idk being nice

jimin: you called me ugly five minutes ago

you could never be mark lee

hobi: that literally wasn’t me i have no idea what ur talking about sorry i’m actually mark lee rn so i fr don’t know what ur talking about dude sorry dude i have to go on stage and dance with nct 127 now and then i have vocal practice with nct dream right after so i’m sorry dude i like have zero idea what ur talking about like actually like a sticker 2 baddies beatbox

me as mark lee and scene

jk: 10/10 really believable idk mark lee but i really though you were him for a second

y/n: great performance thought mark was here fr almost kissed you passionately on the mouth

yoongi: what

hobi: thank u thank u

you can still kiss me tho haha lol as mark or not idm

y/n: ok omg come here!!!

hobi: FR?????

y/n: no !!!!!!

but i did imagine us kissing like last week for like five seconds

hobi: yesssss 🙌 😝

a win is a win

yoongi: its not a win

she threw up at the thought

y/n: no i didn’t

yoongi: yes you did

you told me

y/n: i DID’NT

stop trying to gaslight me

it wont work

tae: have you imagined me naked

jimin: liked it better when you weren’t talking

tae: i liked it when YOU weren’t talking

jimin: shut the fuck up

jin: how about you both shut the fuck up

jimin: now why are YOU talking again

yoongi beat the shit out of him

yoongi: nah dont want to

the thought of his face isn’t pissing me off anymore

jin: thank you <3

yoongi: i could punch hoseok tho

hobi: no thank you ???

y/n: yoongi has a framed picture of all of us on his bedside table that he hides whenever you all come over in case you find it

he also has each one of our debut photocards in a small little binder in his studio in a little safe

yoongi: not true bye

yoongi left “BTW☠️😂”

y/n added yoongi to “BTW☠️😂”

y/n: very true very real seen them with my very two eyes

yoongi: you wear glasses

that you don’t actually wear

so who knows what u be seeing

that is NOT true

y/n: i wear glasses to READ and you know that

so shut up

guys yoongi would punch none of you because he loves you very much ok? 😍💖💯

tae: yoongi do you kiss our picture goodnight be honest

yoongi: fuck off actually

namjoon: thats very sweet yoongi

we love you too

jin: i DON’T

i fear my life when i’m around yoongi picture by his bed or not

i’m shaking in my boots i’m scared

yoongi: pussy

jin: i’m telling you ever since he broke that poor woozi guys nose i have not looked at him the same

y/n: ok but that was a mistake right yoongi

yoongi: ?

y/n: it was

and besides has yoongi broken your nose?

jin: no but it’s coming

i know it

yoongi: true

jk: i feel safe around yoongi

yoongi: you shouldn’t

jk: because he hasn’t broken my nose

but jimin did punch me once

jimin: dont bring up my past

hobi: if we think about it jimin should be locked up

jungkook you can press charges you know?

jimin: CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT ME AND WHAT I’VE DONE

like we were talking about how yoongi actually love us

lets get back to that

yoongi: jimin should be put behind bars

jimin: yoongi loves us

yoongi: jimin is a bully

jimin: YOONGI LOVES US

tae: i love you back yoongi

yoongi: kill yourself

jimin is a literal bully like actually

jimin: and ur a fake one cuz u love us

jk: jimin you are bully

yoongi: ur right jungkook

you are so right

jimin: jungkook yoongi loves you

that’s why he’s agreeing with you

jk: i love you too yoongi ^0^

yoongi: jungkook jimin is bullying you

has been since you were 16

jk: ohmygod……..

jimin: jungkook yoongi has a photocard of you that he’s probably decorated and everything just cuz he cares so deeply about you

jk: he does????????

namjoon: ok both of you stop

jimin you ARE a bully

and yoongi its ok that you actually like us you should stop pretending you don’t

jimin: I AM NO BULLY

yoongi: i like not one of u 😒

namjoon: yeah ok

jk: GUYS OHMUGOD

tae DOES LIVE IN A CARDBOARD BOX I REMEMBER NOW 🤯🤯😨

tae left “BTW☠️😂”

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think of this as a flash back/ forward idk of the good happy times ok? ok thank u >_<

sorry for the shit ending i just really like the first part and wanted to post

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reality-detective · 3 months

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A brief write up of my personal story. 👇

I haven't been lucky in life with getting my way, I've worked hard for everything including vehicles for myself since I got divorced in 2013 and then it got worse, I lost everything. I had 2 Harley Davidsons, a 1976 FLH shovelhead and a 1990 Ultra Classic, I had a 2010 Ford Edge and a nice house with an in ground pool (16' x 32') and a hot tub. I lost it all.

I had health issues in 2015 which damn near killed me. I continued on a downward spiral with depression and anxiety, the feeling of worthlessness, it seemed as if my life was out of control. I fell into the BIG pharma scam and walked out of an intensive care unit where I spent 2 weeks in and 3 weeks out of an ICU hospital stay with 16 different prescriptions and half were psych meds.

I fell as far as one could fall, I was contemplating suicide and then in the twinkling of an eye my life changed, I went cold turkey on all medications but one. My head lost the fogginess and I was able to think.

I went through my Dark Knight of the Soul which wasn't easy, It took me a couple of years to get through that, but I gotta say Q and having Trump as president shook me awake even more as I watched all this unfold while I fought my own demons.

I have totally regrouped my physical, mental and spiritual well-being. I'm not ashamed of the path I took because now it all makes sense and validates where I am today.

I have a small circle of friends but the ones I do have are rock solid brothers and sisters from another mother and that includes the comrades I have met from different countries throughout this war. I have excellent connections in the Netherlands, Germany, Georgia (the country), the UK, and Australia.

Anyway the point of my story is to just share more of my personal struggles, my experience, where I'm at and where I'm going. This IS a spiritual war, this IS biblical and this IS historical. It's the greatest time ever to be alive.

My life has turned a complete 180° although I don't have anyone special to share my life with I feel it is still complete, I'm happy, I have another motorcycle and a nice vehicle, a roof over my head and the blessings just keep coming. Throughout all the shit this old soul has been through I will say this: "It doesn't matter what material bullshit you have in life it's not going to make you happy if you don't have yourself. If you lose yourself, you have nothing, even if you have everything."

- My name is Terry, I was banned from Fakebook, I had a Twitter account for 6 months before being tossed off there. I had a Tumblr account for years until Trump was elected, then I was deactivated, opened another account/deactivated, so I opened another account... Boom 💥 deactivated a again. So I opened a 4th account only to be booted again but I fought them this time. As that battle continued for 8-10 months. Meanwhile I opened a 5th account which is what I use here. 10 months later I won the battle to get my 4th account reactivated which is called constantly-deactivated (now my backup account.)

Stay positive, never surrender and for God's sake... "TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF" Don't ever lose yourself, self care is important especially NOW.

We're nearing the end of this show and remember... 👇

Never give up on yourself, keep climbing thos stairs. 🤔

I care deeply about humanity surviving, you have no idea what you really are. You are the universe, seriously 💫

I Love you all. 💜

#pay attention #educate yourselves #educate yourself #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think about it #think for yourselves #think for yourself #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #ask yourself questions #question everything #personal story #me #my writing #love #peace

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kabie-whump · 2 months

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✧･ﾟRipe, About to Fall - Part 8 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from ‘Liquid Smooth’ by Mitski

Series

First | Previous

Chapter Summary: Onthyes goes home. Ventis faces his punishment.

Chapter Content: Drug withdrawals, head injury, domestic abuse, character death mentions (Ventis still thinks Onthyes is dead), branding aftermath

Onthyes does not belong to me. He was created by my wonderful gf @sapphicccici and I have kidnapped him.

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“I know you’ve never been smart,” Onthyes’s father muttered, his fingers pinching his brow. “But fucking your boss’s pet? Are you deranged?”

Onthyes winced as his father’s physician dabbed at the wound on the back of his head with a damp cloth that smelled strongly of herbs and alcohol. Early morning light shone through the curtains, making a throbbing pressure grow behind his eyes. It had still been dark when he’d woken up in that alley with a head wound and stumbled back to his father’s place where he had to partake in the harrowing ordeal of telling the man what had happened.

His father seemed more concerned with the fact that Onthyes had lost his job and angered one of the most important men in the city than the fact that he was injured.

“I told you. We didn’t… do that. I never touched him.”

“No. You just decided to steal him away in the night. What were you going to do next? Sell him? Keep him for yourself?”

“You don’t understand, father. I was trying to help him. He was being abused. He wasn’t happy.”

“It was not your place to intervene.”

“I couldn’t just stand by-”

“Enough!”.

Onthyes’s mouth clamped shut.

“I need to start cleaning up the mess you made. Our reputation is salvageable, although you should lay low for a while. Get out of my sight.”

The physician finished cleaning and bandaging Onthyes’s head, and Onthyes found himself wandering into his bedroom. It had been years since he’d last slept in this room. It was just as tidy as he’d left it, and he could tell someone had dusted the furniture recently.

Onthyes sat down on the bed, rubbing his temples with a groan. The events of last night were fuzzy in his memory, but he remembered important little snippets.

Holding hands and sharing nervous smiles with Ventis as they snuck off into the night. A brush of cold lips against his. Then Athos. Always Athos.

Ventis was gone, surely back under Athos’s thumb, probably being punished. And Onthyes had to live with the knowledge that whatever Athos was doing to Ventis was his fault.

If only he could’ve just minded his own business. Played the part of a good house guard without getting distracted by the nearest pretty boy with sad eyes. If only he wasn’t bound by this stupid fucking hero complex.

“Onthyes?”

Onthyes looked up as his mother entered his bedroom, still looking just as young and graceful as she had the day he was born, unlike his father. His father bragged about her all the time; about how no matter how old he got she would always be the beautiful young elf on his arm. There was always resentment in her eyes when he said those things, but still she stayed.

She sat on the bed next to Onthyes and pulled him into a hug, his head on her chest. “It is so good to have you home,” she said into his curls. “But I heard about the circumstances of your return. Are you alright?”

“I’ve been better.”

“Let me see.”

Onthyes turned, sitting still and quiet while his mother pulled the bandages aside and examined his wound. Her fingers were warm when she touched it and whispered the familiar words of a healing spell. His headache receded.

“Your father tells me you tried to steal Athos Landleigh’s slave. Is that true?”

“Not steal,” Onthyes corrected. “Only objects can be stolen. I was trying to free him.”

His mother’s smile was full of warmth as he turned to face her again. “It was a brave thing to do. I am very proud of you.”

Onthyes shook his head. “I failed. Athos took him back. I probably made things much worse for him.”

His mother’s brow furrowed. “You’ve only failed if you’ve decided to give up. Are you giving up?”

“No.”

She laid a hand on his cheek. “That’s my little hero.”

✧･ﾟ Ventis’s POV ✧･ﾟ

Ventis rarely dreamed but he did that night. Onthyes’s face. Onthyes’s hands. Onthyes’s lips.

Onthyes was the first thing on his mind when he woke the morning after his failed escape attempt. Ventis had kissed him. He didn’t know why he did it, just that he had felt for the first time in years that he actually wanted to kiss someone and he’d acted on that urge. The kiss had been a tiny, fragile thing, but maybe it could have been more. If only they hadn’t been caught. Maybe Onthyes had been Ventis’s one chance of ever experiencing real love.

But he was dead now. He had to be. Ventis couldn’t imagine a reality in which Athos let such a transgression slide.

Onthyes was dead and it was all Ventis’s fault.

His back exploded with pain as bandages were peeled away. He’d been so caught up in his own mind he hadn’t even realized that it had been the feeling of being rolled over and the blankets being removed that had woken him.

Ventis let out a cry, trying to pull away from the source of the pain.

“Now, treasure. You know how unloved it makes me feel when you fight. Hold still please.” Athos’s hand landed on his hip, holding him in place as he continued to clean the brand on his back. It hurt so much worse today than it had last night. Probably because there had still been nightspill in his system last night, dulling at least some of the sensation.

Nightspill. He needed it. The familiar ache of withdrawal was already settling on top of him.

“Master,” Ventis whined as Athos redressed his wound. “Please.”

“What is it darling? Do you need something?”

Ventis peeked his face out from where he’d been hiding it in his pillow. Was he kidding? Athos administered nightspill for him every single morning. Sure, it was unusual that they’d ended up sleeping in Ventis’s room instead of Athos’s, but it was still part of their routine.

“My medicine,” Ventis reminded him. “It’s time.”

“Hm. I’m sorry, pet. After your little stunt last night I was under the impression you didn’t want me to provide for you anymore.”

So that’s how it’s going to be. Ventis would have been naive to assume that someone as petty as Athos wouldn’t seek retribution aside from the brand he’d already given him.

“I am sorry,” Ventis said, sitting up slowly in an effort to not upset his back. “I regret it. I will not do it again.”

“Too late.”

The coldness in Athos’s voice made Ventis flinch. “Master-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I have been lenient with you the past few years because you earned it by being so well behaved. My trust and affection are privileges that you have now lost. You will have to work to get them back.”

Ventis didn’t want Athos’s affection back. He didn’t want any of this. But what he wanted and what he needed didn’t always agree, and he needed nightspill.

“I understand,” Ventis said, doing his best to keep his voice soft and even despite the way his thoughts screamed at him to fight. “But please, I need my medicine. You know what happens when I don’t take it.”

Already Ventis could feel lightning crackling through his veins, threatening to escape him without warning. If left unchecked, his storm magic would tear this mansion to the ground.

Maybe he should just let it happen.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, but I’ve got it covered. Come now, we’ve slept in long enough.”

By midday, Ventis was back in his usual place, lounging at his master’s feet while the man held court with some business partners in one of his sitting rooms. His wrist was decorated with a new piece of jewelry, locked into place and engraved with runes that glowed every time his magic threatened to surge to the surface. These moments of suppression brought on waves of dizzying pain, but the pain faded into the background when compared to everything else.

The burn throbbed angrily on Ventis’s back, making itself known any time he shifted. And the lack of nightspill in his system left him painfully aware of his surroundings. Every light was too bright. Every sound was too loud. He flinched at the slightest touch, something which Athos seemed to find some sort of sick enjoyment in and made a point of provoking as much as he could.

Ventis wanted - needed - to be blissfully numb again. Unfiltered reality was just too overwhelming. Too painful.

Ventis leaned his head back on Athos’s knee, suppressing a sob. His skin was beaded with sweat and he couldn’t stop shivering. It didn’t help that whatever these men were discussing was so painfully boring. There was nothing to keep him distracted.

“Is your companion alright, Athos?” one of the droning voices asked. “He looks…”

Shit. Athos had trained Ventis to walk a thin line, keeping a careful balance between being an elegant addition to Athos’s grandeur and not being a distraction. He was supposed to be admired, but never the center of attention unless Athos presented him as such.

This was not the sort of attention he was supposed to draw.

Athos’s hand found Ventis’s hair, stroking in what seemed to be an affectionate gesture at first but quickly became a painful fist in his hair. Ventis gasped, then bit down on his lip.

“Pay him no mind,” Athos said dismissively. “He’s just begging for attention. He’s fine. Aren’t you, pet?”

Ventis swallowed hard as another wave of pain left him lightheaded and burning hot. He could hardly focus on staying upright, let alone forming words. “Yes master,” he managed to say through gritted teeth.

Athos’s hand squeezed harder, turning Ventis’s face in the direction of the man who had spoken. “Apologize for the disruption.”

I can’t do this. I’m going to pass out.

“S-Sorry.”

“Manners, pet.”

“I am sorry for the disruption, sir.” Hopefully no one noticed the tears that filled his eyes as he stumbled over the words.

The meeting resumed once again and Ventis was glad to have the attention turned away from his condition. He was usually so good at pretending to be alright, but without nightspill to keep his emotions at bay it only got progressively harder not to scream with every new wave of pain. By the time the meeting ended Ventis was barely conscious, shaking hard as he leaned his full weight against Athos’s legs.

Once the others had left Ventis tilted his head back so he could stare up at Athos with pleading eyes. “Please,” he croaked. “I can’t do this. I’m gonna die.”

Athos gave no indication he’d even heard Ventis, and Ventis finally broke down crying.

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Ephemeral- Rosinante Donquixote (Corazon) X Female reader (Soulmate AU)

Word count 4.3K

3rd person POV

Masterlist

AN-I love this man so much :') But I won't lie, I broke my own heart writing this.

Contents- Soulmate AU (First words tattoo), reader is a marine, reader had a DF

!!!Spoiler warning!!! Major character death and spoilers for Law's backstory.

Warnings- Heavy angst, bittersweet ending, smoking, mentions of fire, cussing, character death, hints at starving and lack of self care, violence.

The cold crimson snow below Cora was nothing compared to the fierce warmth he felt in his heart. His mission to stop his brother may have failed, but at least one of his goals was achieved. Gotta live a little bit longer. His breaths were becoming shorter and shorter as he clung onto his last strand of life. I can’t let my power wear off, not yet.

His eyes flutter in a battle to stay conscious. Not yet, not until Law is free… Despite his best efforts his eyes closed, but before he could slip into the afterlife a sharp pain blossomed in his right forearm. The pain was enough for him to reopen his eyes. Y/N.. With his remaining life force he used his left hand to pull up his sleeve revealing the sentence on his right arm. “Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” A weak smile forms on his lips, remembering the first time he heard those words.

(Flashback)

“Do you think I have enough time to get one last smoke in before this starts?” Rosinante dug through his pockets, looking for his trusty fix.

“You do, Commander, just be quick about it.” A sense of pride swelled in Rosi’s chest, hearing his soon to be new title come from the very man he looked up to. He nodded and started walking out but was stopped when a large hand rested on his shoulder.. “Rosinante..” The dark haired man smiled. “ I just wanted to tell you how proud I am of you, son.”

“I’m honored. Thank you Fleet Admiral Sengoku.” The blonde had to suppress a huge smile as his father figure praised him.

“You're welcome, and you better get going if you want that smoke.” Sengoku motioned to the large stage where high ranking Navy officers were gathering.

“Right, I’ll be quick.”

Rosinante walked outside of the Navy’s banquet hall with a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he tried to find a secluded place to smoke. Eventually he found an empty balcony that had a perfect view of the city below. Flames erupted from the lighter as he took a deep inhale of smoke. The nicotine instantly soothed his built up nerves.

He knew being promoted to a commander meant more work and even more responsibility. But it also gave him more power and more control, two things he was going to need if he wanted to reach his end goal. Taking his older brother, Doflamingo, down.

He took a deep inhale of smoke as his fathers last moments and words echo his mind. He was only 8 years old when Doflamingo shot and killed their father. It was in that moment bloodshed he realized just how far gone his brother was. And judging from the recent reports surrounding his evil doings and his bounty that increases almost daily, Doflamingo was completely irredeemable at this point.

The cigarette in between his lips had reached its end and considering the stress thinking about his brother caused, a second one was well deserved. “I still have a few years to plan, until then stay cool.” He brought the lighter up to the fresh cigarette. “I better hurry or Sengoku will kill m-”

Rosi tensed up as he noticed a flash of violet in the distance.What the hell was that? He had never seen anything like it before. Maybe in a different situation he would find it mesmerizing or even cool. But it was heading straight for the navy banquet hall, more specifically it looked like it was coming straight at him and fast. Too fast for him to react.

The sparking ball of violet was closing in and he couldn’t make his body move a muscle. It was so close he could hear the strange almost electrical noise it emitted. Are we under attack? The anomaly was now floating in the air a few feet away from the balcony's edge. The breath in his throat hitched as the ball shot up ever so slightly into the air, the electrical noise it made was much louder and it appeared to be getting bigger.

Rosi snapped out of his trance and took a defensive position, only to find himself back in a trace as the ball of violet sparks turned into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her (H/C) hair fluttered behind her as she gracefully descended from the air and onto the balcony’s railing. All the worry in him disappeared seeing the familiar outfit she wore..

“Hey blondie, what time is it and why are you on fire?” His forearm began to tingle. She’s..

“You're an angel…” The words left Rosi’s mouth before he could process what she said. A small gasp left the girl as she looked down at her left wrist.

“Your..” Her (E/C) eyes met his red ones. She held up her wrist to show the words he had just spoken, tattooed into her skin. “You're my soulmate….. And you're still on fire.” The girl jumped from the railing, taking her navy coat off in the process. She gave him a sweet, innocent smile before wacking the fire out with her coat, doing so with such a brute force it sent Rosi to the ground. “There we go, crisis averted.” She bent down slightly and offered her hand to him.

“I appreciate the gesture, but I’m tall and hea- '' His words were lost in his throat as the girl took the hand he was waving in the air and pulled him up almost effortlessly.

“Tall yes.” She took a moment to look up at him. “Heavy no, or at least not for a woman as strong as me.” For a few moments they just stared at each other smiling without a care in the world. That is until Rosi remembered he had somewhere to be.

“Can we meet up and talk later? I’m about to get promoted at the ceremony.”

“You are?” His soulmate jumped a little in excitement causing a blush to form on Rosi’s face. She is so cute. “That makes two of us! We better hurry!” She grabbed his hand and started to run towards the banquet hall.

Once the pair reached the venue, they had to go their separate way thanks to the seating arrangement. But that didn’t stop Rosi from keeping an eye on her in admiration. She was a couple seats away sitting next to vice admiral Garp. Rosinante leaned back in his chair a little more to see she had the same idea as him. She smiled at him and was about to mouth something to him, that was until Vice Admiral Garp leaned back, stretching his bulking body. Damn that old man.

“The ceremony will be starting now.” Vice Admiral Tsuru stood at the stage's podium. “First we will be naming the new Commanders.” One by one she called the men and women up to the stage until.. “Donquixote Rosinante.” Rosi nervously walked onto the stage (Cautiously so he didn't trip and embarrass himself in front of his new found soul mate.) “On behalf of the Navy, we congratulate you and thank you for your continued service.” He bent down so Tsuru could place a pin onto his navy uniform, making him officially a commander. He looked to the crowd to see his soulmate standing up and clapping with a smile that made his heart swell. He gave her a sheepish wave before finding his seat.

“Up next we will be naming the new vice admiral who will be taking over our G-7 unit.” Tsuru announced. “L/N F/N, please come to the stage.” Rosi watched in Awe as his soulmate, who he now knows as Y/N, walked up to the stage with power in each of her steps. “All of navy HQ would like to congratulate you on your promotion and continued service.” Rosi had stars in his eyes as she was given the white overcoat reserved only for the vice admirals..

“THAT’S MY GIRL.” A gruff voice yelled out. Rosi turned to see Garp hysterically crying. “If only my son would have been smart like her.” He mumbled out the last part.

“That concludes today's ceremony. Good luck to you all in your new positions.” Tsuru walked away from the stage and people began to file out of the room. He looked up to see Y/N walking towards him with a smile on her face.

“Are you okay?” Y/N looked down at her soulmate who had fallen back in his chair thanks to the shock.

“I am.” He smiled up at her. “I am more than okay.I just can’t believe my soulmate is someone so cool.”

“Thanks.” A blush formed on her cheeks at Rosi’s complement.

“So.. Umm.. We have a lot to talk about huh?” Rosinante stood up and ran a hand through his blonde locks in an attempt to calm down.

“That we do.” She shook her head in agreement. “I know just the place we can go!” She grabbed his hand and led him out of the banquet hall.

~~~~

“This is it!” Y/N fell back onto the field of flowers that overlooked the sea. “What do you think, Rosinante?”

“It’s beautiful.” Rosi sat down beside her. But It doesn't compare to you. “ And you can just call me Rosi.”

“Rosi it is.” She smiled before moving her head to rest in his lap. “So question. Just how tall are you?”

“Nine foot seven..” Her eyes widened hearing how tall her soulmate was. “And a half.”

“And a half!” Rosi laughed at her shocked face. “You have me beat, I’m (Height).”

“I do. But I think you may have me beat in strength, little Miss Vice Admiral.” His hands dug through his jacket until he pulled out his cigarettes. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all, actually here.” Y/N brought her hand up to the end of his cigarette. A familiar violet colored spark came from her fingertip, lighting his cigarette. “You’ll never have to buy a lighter again as long as I’m around.” She said proudly.

“Thank you.” He took a deep drag and exhaled the smoke away from her. “I’ve been meaning to ask what that power was. Is it a devil fruit?”

“It sure is.” She stood up from the flower field. “I ate the Plasma-Plasma fruit, making me a plasma woman.” She jumped into the air before turning into the same ball of sparks that had him freaking out hours earlier. He watched as Y/N displayed her powers to him. Seeing her pop up out of nowhere only to turn into a ball of plasma a second later had him in awe. After a few minutes of zipping through the sky she landed right into his lap. Fierce heat traveled to both of their cheeks. “I’m sorry, sometimes I don’t stick the landing.” She gave him a sheepish grin before attempting to crawl away from him.

“It’s okay..” Rosi brought his arm around her body, urging Y/N closer. “Having you close feels nice.”

“I couldn't agree with you more.” She brought her head down to rest on his abs. “So question…why were you on fire earlier?”

“I’m a smoker who Is also really clumsy.” The moment the words left his mouth Y/N jumped away from his lap. “Y/N are you okay?” She raised an eyebrow at him before motioning to the lit cigarette in his mouth. “OH.” He took the cigarette out of his mouth and waited for it to go out. “You can come back now.” He laughed nervously with an outreached hand, which Y/N gladly took. “But I’m clumsy in other ways too, less dangerous ways.”

“Like falling over in your chair?” Y/N looked up at him with a smirk on her face.

“Bingo.” Rosi wrapped both arms around her before pulling the both of them back to lay on the flower field. “So you know my fun little fact. So tell me one about you?”

“Have you ever heard the rumor about the marine who killed a sea king while they were sleepwalking?”

“Yes I have.” Rosi had heard plenty of rumors in his rookie years, but this one stood out. It was unforgettable. “Apparently it was a rookie who was on Garp’s fleet. They had a really bad sleep walking habit and from what I heard they sometimes tried to challenge Garp to a duel in that state.” Rosi recalls all of the lore surrounding the mysterious Marine. “But the story goes something like this I think. It was the middle of the night when a huge sea king came out of nowhere and started to attack the ship. Two rookies were on the night watch that night, so they panicked. They went to wake up the crew and met the sleepwalking Marine while doing so. The marine proceeded to walk right towards the towering sea king and looked at it with foggy eyes before knocking it across the ocean with a single kick.” Rosi laughed. “I wish I knew if it was real or not. If it was, I wonder who the guy was?”

“It wasn’t a guy..”

“Huh?”

“It was a girl..”

“Really? How do you know?”

“I know because it was me!” Y/N’s cheery voice mixed with Rosi’s mental image of her taking down a sea king with a single kick. “Ever since that day I tie my foot to my bedpost with a shoe string. Just in case.”..... “Rosi?”...... “Rosi?”

“Y/N.” Rosi lifted up from the flower field and rummaged around in his pockets. “Here it is!” He pulled out a marker. “Please sign my jacket!”

“HUH?” Y/N gave him a confused look. “Sign your jacket? Why?”

“Because you are the woman, the myth, no… the legend. My soulmate is..” Rosi grabbed her shoulder before lifting her up like she weighed nothing. “The sleepwalking sea king slayer!” He spun her around before they both toppled over laughing.

“Am I really that popular?” She grabbed the marker that had fallen with them and pulled his coat open to the side. “To my biggest fan~” Y/N signed her name and drew a small doodle of a sea king getting kicked by her. “Here, it’s your turn.” She handed the confused Rosi a marker before laying down with her vice admiral jacket open. “You can draw something on mine too!”

“Before I do this.” He smoothed the fabric down where he wanted to draw. “I’m not good at drawing. With that being said, any requests?” Y/N Shook her head.

“Just draw what comes to heart.”

~Flashback end~

“Y/N. I’m sorry.” Her name left his mouth like a guilty prayer. “Just know I love you so much and I ...” Blood spilled from his lips as he muttered his final words. “I did it. Law is finally free.”

And with that, Donquixote Rosinante, the man known as Corazon, took his last breath.

~~~Somewhere out at sea on the G-7’s main ship.~~~

Y/N sat at her desk filing paperwork and thinking about a certain blonde. She pulled the white coat off and looked at the fading doodle Rosi drew on it all those years ago. It was a simple heart with their initials in it. I miss him

Y/N sighed playing with the silver chain around her neck. With a gentle tug on the chain she revealed the heart shaped locket he gifted her. She smiled seeing the engraving “You’re an angel.” Y/N clicked the locket open, her smile only grew wider seeing her and Rosinante’s wedding photos. On one side he was holding her up in his arms, and on the other side it was her holding him. A knock at her door pulled her from her romantic reminiscing.

“Come in!” She tucked the locket back under her shirt before one of her men walked in.

“Can you sign off on these documents for me? They are urgent.” The man walked up to the desk and held the stack of papers out.

“Can do!” Y/N reached out with her right arm and stopped when a searing pain formed in her forearm. “What the, FUCK.” She yelped while bringing her arm down on the table.

“Vice admiral are you okay?!” The man watched as she was unable to form words, instead she slammed her head against the desk and pointed at her right arm. “I understand.” He slowly brought her sleeve up to reveal the cause of the tremendous pain she was in. What she didn’t know, it was only the start. “Vice admiral L/N, I. I think..”

“What’s wrong?” She brought her head up from the desk and felt her body turn cold. At that moment she recalled something Tsuru had said to her many years ago. “There had been reports in the past of soulmates dying and their last words would show up on their partner in the spot where their first words were” That explains why she is seeing the words on her right forearm.

“Y/N, I’m sorry…… Just know I love you so much and I….I did it. Law is finally free.”

“Leave.” The man nodded before shuffling out of the room. Y/N looked at the fresh words on her arm. “Rosi.” He can’t be. Her lips trembled as tears began to pour down her face. The pain she felt was beyond what words could describe. She had lost her soulmate, her home, her safety, her comfort, her Rosi. He was gone.

Her cries could be heard all across the G-7 ship. The men and women aboard the ship held their heads low as their admiral mourned her lost lover. After a week the cries had turned into sniffles, after a month it was silent. She never came out of the office, none of the food they sent her was ever eaten, and she never spoke more than a few words. She had become an empty shell.

~~~~

“Wake up Y/N.” Her eyes opened to a bright blue sky. She slowly lifted off of the ground and looked around. It took her no time to know where she was. The flower field. “You know I fell in love with you that day you brought me here.”

“Rosi?” She turned and saw nothing. “Rosi, where are you?” She got up and froze when two arms wrapped around her midsection from behind.

“Y/N.” His grip tightened. “I am so sorry.” She felt something wet at the nape of her neck. “I’ve watched you go through all this torment and I could not take it any longer. .” Her body froze. “I don’t have much time.”

“Rosi.” She tried to turn around to see him, but his arms kept her caged in.

“Not yet love.” His voice was soft and comforting, just the way she remembered. “Y/N I love you and I will always watch over you.” Lips ghosted the crook of her neck. “But you can’t keep going on like this. You're alive but if you keep this up..” His voice cracked.. “Live Y/N, please. Promise me you will.”

“How can I?” Tears started to stream down her face.

“You can because that’s what I want… More than anything..” Y/N’s eyes widened. “There is a time and place for all of us to die, but your time is not now or anytime soon. So angel, would you do me the honors of letting me watch you live, even though I can’t be with you?”

“It’s funny.” Y/N sniffled. “You're calling me an angel.”

“I guess we are both angels now… Wait no.” The familiar clumsy panic in his tone brought a bittersweet smile to her face. “You are an angel metaphorically, I am a real angel.”

“That you are.” A final tear rolled down her face. “But to answer your question I will.”

“Good.” A large hand covered her right forearm. “I know this is selfish of me, but I want to kiss you one last time Y/N.”

“If you're selfish, I’m selfish.” She turned around and jumped into her lover's arms to give him a final kiss. When she pulled back a bright light appeared behind him.

“I have to go now.” He watched as the smile left Y/N lips. “I need another favor from you.”

“Anything.”

“When you think of me.” He grabbed her right arm and planted a kiss right next to his final words. “I want you to always have a smile on your face. Just like this.” Seeing the same goofy smile on his lips , the one she fell in love caused one of her own to form.

“I love you forever and always Rosi.”

“I love you too.” He turned around and started to walk away from her. “I’ll be waiting for you, and you know I’m patient , so there is no need to rush okay?”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye for now, my angel.”

~~~~

She woke up in a daze wondering if what happened was a dream or real. Her fingers hooked around her sleeve, gently pulling it up to reveal Rosi’s final words to her. But that wasn’t the only thing. Out from the words was a smiley face, one that looked just like his, in the spot he had kissed.

~Bonus~

“Captain Law.” Bepo came running up to his captain who sat on a cargo box. “A vice admiral's ship has been spotted on the other side of the island.”

“Go find the others and let them know we are leaving immediately.” Law ordered.

“Yes sir!” The white bear ran off as Law placed his chin in his hands. Just what I needed.

“A vice admiral?” Law’s body tensed up. “That sounds serious.” Law slowly turned to his side to see a (H/C) woman sitting on the cargo box right next to one he was on. She was eating a bag of candy and didn’t seem to have a care in the world. “Want some?” She held the bag out to Law.

“No.” Law raised his eyebrow. “Thanks?” Law got a better look at her and saw what she had on Dammit it all. His tattooed hand reached for his sword.

“Don’t even think about it.” The woman smirked at Law. “Don’t you have any clue as to who I am?”

“I don’t..” Law was sweating bullets at this point. “Want to give me a hint?”

“Have you ever heard of the Marine who killed a sea king while sleep walking?”

“I have. They called her the Sleepwalking Sea King Slayer.”

“How did you know it was a ‘her’?”

“What are you getting at?” Something shiny was thrown into Law’s lap. A locket? He clicked it opened. “Wait.” Law stood up and looked at the woman shocked.

“To answer some of the questions I’m sure you have.” She stood up on the cargo box. “The woman you see before you is indeed the Sleepwalking sea king slayer.” Law looked up at her in shock. “And I’m also Rosi’s wife. Or should I say Cora’s wife.” Law was glad the rest of the crew was gone. A guilt he carried for well over 11 years had bubbled to the surface.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault he di-” The woman pulled the boy into a tight hug.

“Don’t finish that sentence.” She gave him a few pats on the back before pulling away. “Just so I’m clear, I don’t in the slightest, blame you for what happened. And as you can see.” She pulled up her sleeve showing Law the Last words Cora said. “He died happy knowing you were free.” Law sniffled into the sleeve of his hoodie. “I see that you honor his legacy well.” She motioned to jolly Roger on the side of his submarine.

“He meant everything to me.”

“You meant just as much to him.” She smiled thinking of all the times he called her in secret to talk about how Law was doing. “I apologize for not coming to see you sooner. I say that like I’m supposed to see you at all.” She laughed. “Here take this. It’s the number to my personal transponder snail. Call me if you ever need to hear a funny story, because when it comes to Cora… Let’s just say I have a bunch.” Law took the paper from her hands and put it in his pocket.

“Will do.” He smiled. “What’s your name?”

“The sleepwalking sea king slayer, didn’t I tell you already?” Law rolled his eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

“Will I ever see you again Y/N?”

“Well..” She turned around to show the black letter on the jacket. “You better hope and pray you don’t.”

“Fair enough.”

“Well it’s been fun talking with you.” She threw Law the now empty candy bag in his hands before walking away. “One more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You need to smile more.” The woman gave him a toothy grin and then in the blink of a eye, disappeared.

“I’ll try.”

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imonawholedifferentlevel · 1 year

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𝗧'𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮'𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝘀𝗵

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʙᴇᴅ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱʜᴜʀɪ ᴜᴅᴀᴋᴜ x ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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You try not to burst into tears as you watch the boy who you called your brother, who you basically grew up with, lay on his deathbed. You were only 8 years old when your parents were killed by the government.

You were going to be next if it weren't for a certain black panther that saved you, a man by the name of T'Chaka. He took you back to Wakanda, where you met his family: his wife Ramonda, his oldest son T'achalla, and his youngest daughter Shuri.

They welcomed you with open arms and treated you as their own, and Shuri instantly clicked. Y'all had the same interest in science and fashion, not to mention that you guys acted the same. Nobody was able to break y'all's bond, and that bond only got stronger the older you got.

When you both turned 16, you realized that you had feelings for each other. You both were obvious at first, which really annoyed the whole family since they knew and tried to throw hints at both of you, but you two eventually caught on to your feelings and confessed to each other.

But that happiness did fill me with pain when T'Chaka passed away from an explosion that happened at a meeting that he and T'Challa went to.

You spent the last two months curled up in Shuri's room, cradling her body in yours as she balled her eyes out about her father's death. It also hit you pretty hard since he was like the father you never had.

Months after his death, a man named Erik Killmonger stepped up to T'Challa, wanting the throne.

They fought to the death, with Erik getting the upper hand and throwing T'Challa over the waterfall, leaving everyone else no choice but to bow down to him as their new king.

You, Shuri, Ramonda, and Nakia didn't want to be at his feet and escaped, but not without taking a breath before they could burn it down. You all left in the cold all the way to the Jabari tribe, where you found a surprise T'Challa covered in snow.

Y'all gave him the hearb and covered him in snow, and moments later he shot back up alive. You all planned with the Jabari tribe to bring Wakanda back to its rightful stage, but it ended with Killmonger dying and T'Challa returning to the throne.

There were many other battles he fought with his family by his side and you by his side, being thankful for everything they had done for you, so it was definitely hard to see him in this state.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You sniffled, wiping your nose. Ramonda placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you leaned into her touch. T'Challa smiled, his pale-like features scrunching up with his movements.

"Because I knew you would worry, and I knew my time was up," he said. Even if he was sick, he still kept the pride in his voice; he really was a black panther.

"Where's Shuri?" He asks if you remember Shuri rushing to the elevator and saying that she would fix what was happening.

"She's in her lab; she wanted to make a healing herb to make you better," he chuckles softly under his breath.

"She's always stubborn." A loud cough cut him off, and your heart hurt even more knowing that this was reality.

You scanned him with my Kimoyo beads to check his state, and your heart broke seeing that he didn't have much time yet. You felt hot tears flood your eyes, and he just smiled at you and took your hand.

"You have been an amazing addition to the family. You not only made us happy, but you also made Shuri happy before you came. She never even thought about love until you came. You were all she talked about, so I need you to promise me when I'm gone, and I know things will get hard. I want you to always stay by her side and protect her with your life. Can you do that for me?" You nodded your head, and he smiled widely.

"I need to talk to my mother alone for a second." You immediately left the room, closing the door softly and leaning against the wall.

You could hear hushed voices from inside until silence and the sound of Ramonda's cries filled the room. You put your head in your hands, your own tears falling, knowing that he was gone.

Ramonda came out of the room, her cheeks stained with tears. She saw me and opened her arms.

"Come here, child." You flew into her comforting brace, holding each other tightly. Your tears were of a very important thing you lost, but you both had to do the hardest thing you had to tell Shuri.

You both walked through the halls slowly until you finally reached the lab. You could hear Shuri talking frantically, and you guys walked inside, seeing her holding the herb.

You started to tear up again, seeing the hopeful look on her face. She turned around and made eye contact with you both, seeing the tears in your eyes. She looked in the direction of the ceiling, her eyes never leaving you both.

"Griot, what's my brother's heart rate?" She asked, her voice shaking, "Your brother is with the ancestors."

Ramonda said, her voice quivering. Shuri looked at you, shaking her head, but you slowly put your head down.

"No," she silently said, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ramonda wrapped her arms around her as her daughter broke down.

•☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾••☽────✧˖°˖

Shuri looked beautiful in white, but this sadly wasn't the way you wanted to see her drums and dancing surround you while you all walked in a straight line, with Shuri carrying the mask of the black panther in her hand and trying not to cry.

Y'all made it to the end, seeing the coffin with the black panther engraved into it. Shuri slowly walked up and put her head on it.

She leaned down on the grave, sobbing into the coffin, Ramonda, and you walked up to her, rubbing her comfortably. She took your hand, squeezing tightly as if you were going to disappear too.

You all backed up as the ship started to take the coffin, slowly raising it in the air.

You all crossed your arms for a few seconds before retreating back home. Shuri immediately went to her room, and you followed after her. She flew onto her bed, sobbing into the sheets and messing up her makeup.

You slowly sat down on the bed, rubbing her back comfortably, and she leaned up, wrapping her arms around your neck and sobbing into your shoulder. You wrapped your arms around her just as tightly, letting her know that you were there for her and that you weren't going anywhere.

Suddenly remembering the promise you made to T'Challa, you kissed Shuri's temple and cupped her chin in your hands, wiping her tears.

"I'm going to be here with you. I promise to do whatever I can to make you happy. We're going to get through this together, ok?" She sniffled and nodded her head, pulling you into a hug.

You were always one to keep promises, and for T'Challa, you were going to make sure that promise never died.

#shuri of wakanda #shuri udaku #black panther #shuri x reader #queen shuri #princess shuri #shuri smut

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airenyah · 5 months

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15 people, 15 questions

I was tagged by @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas <333

Are you named after anyone?

no. there's a video game character with my name and occasionally people will bring this character up and ask if i was named after her but no, i wasn't. my parents don't play videogames

2. When was the last time you cried?

i honestly don't remember, i don't actually cry all that much. (so if you see me say things like "i'm crying" in the tags then i'm actually only crying in my heart, i'm not shedding any actually tears dfkfkjdf)

last time i cried was either bc i was really angry or really extremely overwhelmed with life during a period where i hadn't slept much or was on my period or so. orrr what is actually even more likely is that the last time i cried was when i cried from laughter while being with friends. i cry from laughter a lot, actually

3. Do you have kids?

nope. i think i could be a good mother if i had to, but ngl, motherhood and parenting doesn't sound very appealing to me. i am planning on becoming an aunt tho. i'll let my brother provide the grandkids and i'll just borrow them occasionally, spoil them, and then i can always give them back when they get too exhausting or annoying 😂

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i play baseball for fun once a year with old summer camp friends. other than that i'm not very athletic. in elementary school i used to go to schwimmkurse (swimming courses) which was super fun and it's one of the few sports that i'd consider taking up again if i were to do any. i've always liked swimming (but only in places where i can see the ground and where the water isn't too cold. i feel really uneasy when i can't see the ground and i also freeze easily so i'm not a fan of cold water)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sarcasm? me? neeeeever, not at all 🤭

(^^^this answer is sarcastic, the genuine answer is yes. yes, i do. <- for those struggling to understand sarcasm, esp in written form <3)

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

uhhhhh good question, i don't actually know???? maybe their face, idk

7. What's your eye colour?

blue-gray ish. and i have a yellow/green circle around each pupil. i actually really like my eyes, they're my fave part of my appearance 🥰

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings for sure!! i could never get into scary movies, idk

9. Any talents?

languages, i guess. at least i'm known as the language genius in my family and my friend groups. but to be honest, there's still a lot about language that i don't know and i don't feel like i'm all that great (esp when my language learning progress feels slower than the one of others. which is totally fine by me bc everyone should go at their own pace, but i just don't like it when people call me a language genius bc i feel like in reality i'm not really living up to that. i just happen to know a little bit more about language than those around me, but compared with actual experts? yeah no, i in no way compare...)

but yeah out of all the skills that i have, languages is one my best ones. and i'm also really good at organizing (aka keeping a million lists and making sure all the props are at the right spots and with the right actors and there's enough spares of everything etc lol)

10. Where were you born?

austria 🇦🇹🇦🇹🇦🇹

(NOT the place with kangaroos just so we're clear dkjgkdjf)

11. What are your hobbies?

(internally) crying over fictional characters, then blorbo-posting about it. sometimes i'll also subject irl-people to my blorbo rants (mainly my mother and some of my friends)

i also take violin lessons and thai classes for fun

12. Do you have any pets?

technically no, but really yes. my mom and my brother share a dog and my parents also have two kitties. i go home a lot bc i don't really like staying in my own flat in the city where i study so they do feel like my own pets as well, esp the kitties <333

^this is nika (the dog) and coco (boy cat). they're besties <3

^this is minou (girl cat). she's the youngest and the smallest of them all, so we nicknamed her "die kleine" (the small one (f))

13. How tall are you?

155 cm

14. What was your favourite subject in school?

german, it was the easiest for me

fun fact: the only subject in school that i ever got a frühwarnung in was english lmao. ("frühwarnung" = early warning and it's what you get when you're about to get an f in your report card for a subject. i got an f in english in my report card for semester break, so i had the whole summer semester to get my grade up to a d)

15. What is your dream job?

director!!!! in theater or film, idk, but i just really wanna be a director. and maybe take some minor acting roles on the side, idk. for now i still feel too shy to do any professional acting, despite having gotten acting training for 3 years djkkdjfg

i'm really looking forward to next summer, bc i get to be assistant director at this one theater that i've worked at as an intern for the past two summers. the assistant directors that i've worked with so far at this theater have both sucked and both times i ended up more or less taking on the job myself anyway (to the point where they even paid me for my work despite my position usually being an unpaid one) and so this summer i was like "uhhh guys so what if for next summer's production i just work as an assitant director right away instead of an intern?" and they were like "omg you're hired" 😂

tagging following 15 people:

feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it or tag me in/send me yours if you've already done it, i'd like to read it <3

@newyearknwwme @moonkhao @visualtaehyun @lurkingteapot @callipigio @waitmyturtles @sunnenfinster @cornflowershade @celestial-sapphicss @killiru @gaym3bo1 @nongnaos @dimplesandfierceeyes @gillianthecat @ranchthoughts

bonus: @telomeke i know you've already been tagged, so this is just to ask you to tag me when you've thought of all your answers, i wanna read yours too 👀

#tag game

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While I don't super disagree with you, I do have to say the timing is a little funny since zealousfox has recently been exposed of asking for nudes to minors and he's known sontails nsfw fan. While I agree it doesn't make one an pedophile I do have to say why would you like porn of an obvious 8 year old boy? Or ship Chris with an adult character when he's 12, but yeah people that complain about Sonamy are stupid

I don't know. Really, don't ask me. I don't find cub porn attractive in the slightest, far from it. And while I say that most Sonic characters don't have a fixed age and it's really stupid to make a moral discourse out of ships like Sonamy or Knuxouge just based on the cold hard numbers of their former ages, it's undeniable that characters like Tails, Cream and Charmy are designed to be perceived as young kids - Tails might be a genius who flies planes, but he still acts anywhere from 8 to 12 depending on the game. So I understand the visceral repulsion and the question "what is the appeal? What kind of person would like such a thing?".

But by the same logic, I can bring you this:

A guy who went on harsh tangents against problematic fictional content ended up sharing NSFW material with real minors :) and he's far from being the only example.

Hell, recently there has been a shitstorm against Reploid REVO, a very important name in the Mega Man fandom, for flirting with minors in his server. He didn't do anything weird in the open. He just talked about the perfectly family-friendly Mega Man. (in fact, I even remember him complaining about Zero/Ciel for being "problematic", but sadly he has protected his tweets so I can't show proof)

And this is the scary part: you cannot assume. I think this is one of the biggest reasons there is this hysteria against problematic ships and whatnot: because clearly, only a dangerous person would like such things, right? And if I can spot them from the content they like, I would never fall prey to them! Instead, I will always trust people who tend towards Pure Content, because this means they are pure of heart uwu (ignore the part where they send graphic death threats to people they don't like: it's justified /s)

And that's just not how it works, sadly. We can't know why someone likes "weird shit". Is it to cope with serious trauma? Is it to safely explore a terrible scenario in a setting where no real person is hurt? Is it to be edgy? Is it because they have genuinely that kind of terrible impulses that they are three days away from enacting IRL? We can't know, and we surely cannot ask because victims shouldn't feel forced to wave a "get out of discourse" card (not that it works, as victims are also chastized for "coping" the wrong way, see above lol).

I know the sweetest people that have all sorts of "nasty" fetishes. They have their own personal reasons to be appealed by certain kinks, and it's not because they're secret pedophiles. I, myself, am starting to understand that I might like certain things because it's my brain's way of elaborating the life I'm living. Brains are weird. It would be very convenient if abusers and criminals announced their ill intentions as easily as having weird porn in their likes, but then abuse wouldn't exist because it would be easily preventable, would it.

#feel free to call me naive #this is my experience

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scaryspears · 6 months

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I love 2013 Carrie

I have a few thoughts on the 2013 Carrie. I understand the dislike for 2013 Carrie, but I don't at the same time. To be fair, I was at least 8 years old when I saw the film and I had no clue that it was a book first and had 2 movies before it, but I loved the hell out of that film.

I remember the rage and relatability I felt with her character. Granted, it wasn't until secondary school that I was harshly bullied, but I still went through isolation and being berated for things that no one should've cared that much about (P.E, ect.).

Now to the films: In the 1976 and 2002 version, the prom massacre is presented in a way where Carrie loses her mind, the '76 (Spacek) seemingly hallucinating. 2013 everyone is actually laughing at her and Carrie consciously offs them. I'm not saying they deserved it but rent was due. As Shang Tsung would say, how deliciously cold blooded.

I remember finding out that people hated the 2013 version and being confused until I found out why. She wasn't accurate. Chloe Grace Moretz is very pretty, and she was a very pretty teenager (sorry if that sounds creepy). With the new found knowledge that I acquired it was hard to accept her as Carrie even though my 8 year old self had already accepted her.

According to Carrie | Anatomy of a Franchise (a youtube video), from what I remember Moretz wanted the role because of her sexuality, and that sense of being 'othered' from the people around her. Although I am not queer, I can understand this feeling of otherness. I showed that a person didn't have to be what society views as ugly to see themselves in Carrie, there could be anything about you and Carrie as a character could spark a mirror.

Looking back at the previous movies I can see why Moretz's version is not appealing to many people. Appearance aside, there was another thing wrong that I didn't realise until James A. Janisse pointed it out on his kill count. A normal girl acting like an outcast. Moretz didn't have Spacek's timidness or Bettis' shaking behaviour, nor did they attempt to make her look strange (dark circles under eyes, ect.). But the more I thought about it the more I came to my own conclusion.

At this point anyone can be Carrie, even though that's very far fetched. Hell, I would play Carrie if I was given the chance. I haven't read the book, yet, but I know Carrie's features. Some of them at least. She is plus sized/chubby, has pimples and bad skin. Sounds like me, except I lost some weight (according to my mum), and I wasn't really chubby. But my skin did occasionally go bad (my lips going monstrously dry and scabby during winter) and I have dandruff. My dandruff would build up and a bunch of tiny pieces would fall whenever I scratched my head, and get stuck under my fingernails. I would rarely cut my nails unless they chipped off by themselves somehow. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I still have pimples on my forehead.

I'm also a 19 year old (currently) who's been told that they look like 15 and have been confused for a 15 year old. I'm certain I could play teenager Carrie.

I know that's too much information and that it means that there was something wrong with me, in the sense that I wasn't taking good care of myself and may have been dealing with something mentally.

Why does this matter? Both Spacek and Bettis were past their early 20's unlike Moretz who was 15. Spacek and Bettis' appearance was nothing like the book's description of Carrie. Both are very skinny, with Bettis especially having sunken cheeks. But with this in mind it could imply that their movie versions were not very well fed, thus either highlighting the abuse from the hands of Margaret White or their low class background.

Ugly or not, odd or not, a person is still going to be targeted and othered. Spacek's Carrie is very beautiful, but she felt like a ghost in the mystical sense. Just there and seemingly existing, but being unfortunately disturbed by the ever so rude living humans. If you look at Spacek as an actress it would be hard to believe that she is Carrie.

The result of writing this: Something can be done and seen with any Carrie, no matter who she is.

I love 2013's Carrie. Another thing I really admire is the scene where Tommy asks Carrie out to the prom. It could be that cold tone that every 2010s horror movie had at the time, but it truly captured how unsafe and suspicious Carrie felt and how suspicious Tommy seemed. Tommy sort of had good intent, but he was being creepy with how persistent he was being. Something that isn't realised in the '76 film, considering consent wasn't much of a thing back then (major yikes). It was nothing sexual, but no means no and he kept dismissing that. Dude showed up to Carrie's house and everything. Also, he cheated on Sue with Carrie. Why aren't people irked?

#carrie white #carrie 1976 #carrie 2002 #carrie 2013 #sissy spacek #chloe grace moretz #angela bettis #tommy ross #analysis #Carrie appreciation #stephen king carrie

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neerons · 4 months

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Is Yuzuru closer to Kei compared to Kazuomi? And if so, why is that?

Hello ❤️

Is Yuzuru closer to Kei compared to Kazuomi?

It’s true that recently, we’ve seen these two hang out together more in the recent stories from Kei’s route, but they’re also spending more time in Yuzuru’s own route.

As a matter of fact according to the stories, I can't claim on my own who is closer to who, as nothing canon has been said by the characters about this. I will however mention moments in their routes that can show and explain that Kei and Yuzu could indeed seem closer.

However, if I had to talk about my own perspective, I wouldn't say Yuzuru is closer to Kei than he is to Kazuomi. I think it all comes down to these three having different dynamics due to their personalities and past troubles that made them who they are today, and possibly their small age gap as well. In my opinion, they're all close but will show their fraternal love in different ways, at different times, etc...

I also just remembered while typing this that Yuzu and Kei share the same writer (I believe) so it wouldn't be shocking to me if the reason they seem closer is also due to this simple fact. The writer might have willingly made them spend more time in the recent stories as he knows them more and can explore their friendship in more detail.

Kei and Yuzu protecting each other

This is one of my takes on this, but I think rather than being closer, it’s more about Yuzuru and Kei having a protective instinct toward each other. More than with Kazuomi (at least for now). It’s been shown multiple times now that they worry a lot about each other when things turn sour and they’re reminded of their past.

Compared to Kazuomi who has lost everything when he was around 16 years old (which I’ve just learned recently in the Revenge & Challenge event), Kei and Yuzuru have been exposed to traumatizing events when they were respectively 8 and 9. They were still children who needed to rely on others, which they actually tried to avoid doing. Kei always tries to protect others and neglects his own self, and Yuzuru has always wanted to be independent.

Also, Kei is the oldest of the trio, while Yuzu is the youngest. Considering Yuzu’s overly perfectionist and independent, to the point he's stubborn, personality, it makes sense that Kei would want to care for him more as well. What I mean by that is that Yuzuru will often keep things to himself instead of asking for help. This here is actually a flaw the 3S's share, but if we take into consideration that Yuzu is the youngest, the most honest one out of them all, and the most sensitive, it makes sense people, especially Kei, wants to protect him. (The reason why I say "especially Kei" is because Kei always protects the ones he cares about, more than most people would. He has a self-sacrificial nature when it comes to helping his loved ones).

On the other hand, Yuzuru also cares for Kei's health as he shares these sort of healthy smoothie recipes for him that are easy to make and consume, as he knows Kei sometimes won't eat well. He also checks that Kei does make and drink them by being updated by Victoria daily. Kei actually only takes a sip of what he makes and found a loophole in the system, but Yuzuru's intention still stands.

They care for each other's wellbeing a lot, as they know one is sometimes so focused on work he forgets his surroundings and puts on a cold facade even when he's down, while the other one deals with psychological/emotional turmoils and often neglects his health as a result.

There are many examples showing how they care for each other, but these two moments are very telling and important to me (spoilers below concerning Yuzu's S3 and Kei's Sacrificial Lover):

In Yuzuru’s Season 3, Kei is here for him when he is kept as a prisoner and watches over Yuzu while he sleeps and has nightmares about his past. I consider this as Kei knowing how it feels like to be reminded of the past, and he even reassures him by putting his hand on his forehead. I think these two are just able to relate to each other about their past in some way. I couldn't find on my blog screenshots of this moment but I remember drawing it HERE

In plenty of Kei’s stories as well, Yuzuru has also been worried about Kei, and he especially risked his life trying to protect him against Caleb, who was no match for him, in Sacrificial Lover. Yuzuru didn’t even think logically as he normally does, because if he did, he would have known there was no way he could take Caleb down given that Theo and MC both struggled to get close to him. He acted on a whim to protect Kei, which shows how much he cares about him.

Jealousy in their friendship?

While I haven’t seen Kazuomi, Kei, or Yuzu seriously feel jealous in their own trio (friendship wise), Yuzuru has felt a bit "jealous" or at least bitter because of Josh and Sophia, Kei’s childhood friends, when he saw that Kei was willing to abandon everything, including their friendship of many years, to live up to his promise from the past to Sophia and Josh. Yuzu probably saw it as a betrayal to their friendship.

(This is a side comment, but Yuzuru has been described as a very sensitive person, as opposed to what most people would think since he seems so cold. Psychologically speaking, people who act "cold" on purpose and composed during emotional moments are in general very sensitive people who don't want others to think they're weak if they show their true nature. His friends know this about him and Kei seems to feel affectionate and protective when Yuzu actually tries hard to stay composed)

When it comes to Kei, he also feels jealous of both Yuzu and MC at some point in his route. I believe that it's in Office Romance With An English Diplomat that when Kei mentions that he wants a love triangle to happen between them three, he soon realizes that he feels jealous of Yuzu, because he's "stealing" his woman, but he's also jealous of MC for "stealing" his friend.

They both love and care a lot about each other, and during this time Kazuomi wasn't really brought up as much but I think there could be an explanation concerning why he doesn't share these moments.

Kazuomi's personality and place in their trio

Other than the logical fact that Kazu has a different writer than these two which means he shares less appearance with them in their routes, I don't think it necessarily means that Kazuomi canonically isn't as close to Yuzu than Kei is, or vice versa.

In my opinion, Kazuomi strikes me as the type of person who would care for his friends when they're down in the dumps, not necessarily by comforting them the same way the other two do, but by distracting them with fun, or lighting a fire up their ass to wake them up? If that makes sense? He's a really thought-provoking character.

He's also more of an observer in other routes, and only takes action if he really wants to. He believes and values freedom, therefore he doesn't like to force his loved ones to make decisions even if he actually would want them to take these decisions. This PoV from Kazuomi in Kei's Sacrificial Lover's normal ending shows this better:

While Yuzu would be quite desperate to bring Kei back to his usual life in this story, Kazuomi believes that it's only right to let him do as he pleases. However, deep down, he still feels sad for his friend and wishes for him to get better. Yuzu and Kazu simply handle their emotions differently.

Yuzuru and Kazuomi's own dynamic

This is all going to be my own speculation and observation from now on because I don't really have any specific moment between these two in mind as I'm writing this, and I don't have screenshots to revisit to confirm what I say at the moment. (on a side note, I also have been reading Kazuomi, Boss and Kei a bit more lately, so I have them on my mind more than Yuzuru's route. My mind is currently very foggy about Yuzu's plot but I still remember a few things).

Taking into consideration Kazuomi's personality that I described and the moments he shared with Yuzu, I'd say that for Yuzu, Kazuomi has a personality that fuels him. They have respect for each other, and Kazuomi always praises Yuzu's technology and even acts as an investor for him work-wise. In the relationship chart for MK, it's also stated that while Yuzu feels bothered by Kazu's energy and antics, he also secretly respects him:

I'd say the depth of their friendship is more discreet compared to Yuzu and Kei's, as we often see Kazuomi mostly amused or kindly make fun of Yuzu whenever he can. But Kazu is always going to be here along with Kei when Yuzu needs help.

In general, we see that Kazuomi likes to test Yuzu's nerves and get a reaction out of him because it entertains him, so he's more of an annoyance to Yuzu in that sense. But that's only what lies on the surface of their bond. Kei does that to Yuzu too, but compared to Kazuomi, Kei doesn't mind being a bit "nosy" and bothersome with Yuzu. In my opinion, Kazuomi will keep boundaries with his friends when they're not feeling well (this is again only my own speculation though).

I would need to read Yuzuru's stories again and get to read the new ones as well, so that I get more information about these two. I love this trio and I hope to see more moments between Yuzu and Kazu as well ❤

Thank you for the ask!

#ask #yuzuru shiba #kei soejima #kazuomi shido #masquerade kiss #mk #love 365 find your story #voltage #voltage otome

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tiktokonaclock · 2 months

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The Siren and The Demon Chapter 8

“Enter.”

“Yes Sire.”

Ren entered the emperor's study with slow steps. It was a surprisingly cozy looking room with bookshelves covering entire walls. There was also a fireplace and a gramophone that was probably older than Ren himself. It was the type of room Ren imagined himself having when he was Barodius’ age, if he could ever get as old as him, that is.

The room was dimly lit with artificial light coming from the window. Gundalia did not have sunlight, this was as bright as it could get. And it was almost completely dark outside.

It was also always cold in Gundalia. Yet, Ren's Palms were sweaty as he tried to ignore the burning feeling in his stomach.

“Relax, Ren.” Barodius said as if he sensed it. “Are you nervous?” He crossed his arms and legs.

“No sire.”

“Good, You shouldn't be. Only my most trusted subjects have the privilege entering my private sanctuary.”

“I am truly honored sire." Ren said, avoiding Barodius’ piercing gaze.

“Don't norrow your eyes Ren!”

Barodius’ calm voice suddenly boomed like thunder. “It is a is a sign of weakness. And I hove zero tolerance for weakness.”

“I-“

“Despite your team’s many loses, I still see a lot of promise in you.”

“Thank You Sire."

A small smile appeared on his lips. “Tell me what's happening with the others.”

“I am not sure I understand what you mean.”

“I mean if you know anyone who is Sneaking behind." He paused for a moment. "Behind our backs.”

“No Sire."

“Are you sure? Isn't there anyone who acts

Somehow suspicious?”

Ren didn’t want to be the whistleblower and reveal Nurzak’s opinions, which were critical of Barodius. He had to think of something else to say to save himself From the situation . Something harmless..Something that woulan't throw anyone under the bus, yet would ensure Barodius that he would 've eagerly played the whisteblower if he knew anything.

“Zenet!” Ren said.

“Zenet?”

“Yes.” In the end of the day, what could this 16 year old girl hove anything to hide that would be he harmful or important for anyone? Reg assumed it to be something irrelevant, like a boyfriend or a crush, or even poorly written fanficton that she was hiding in that phone of hers. He knew people her age, and also his own age ironically, tented to keep their phones private, even if they had nothing to hide.

“Zenet has always been overly protective of her phone, Someone calls her and she hides the screen, gets away from us to answer it and she… well she basically freaks out whenever someone comes near her phone.”

“Do you know why? Did she say anything?”

“No, sire.”

“Okay Ren, You may leave.”

Ren bowed down and turned to the door.

“Tell Zenet that I wish to see her, immediately.” Barodius added.

As a shapeshifter, Zenet hod always been aware of the fact that putting on a convincing act is the most Valuable skill for her, as without a proper performance her Shapeshifting ability would be pretty useless.

The drama lessons she took from Jesse, who was immensly happy to educate another person about his hyper fixation, could quite literally sove her life now.

She needed to convince the emperor that she was worthy to be kept alive.

“Welcome.” Barodius said.

She decided to mirror his calm and collected attitude for the time being. “Thank you sire.”

He was watching her with a piercing gaze, he wasn't even blinking.

“ Zenet, do you..” He finally asked with a small pause. “Do you dye your hair?”

“Huh?”

It took her a moment to realize how rude her reaction must have sounded. “Yes.” She said , desperately trying to save face. “I do, dye my hair.”

"When did you start to dye it?” He asked as his chin leaned on his hand, making him look a little too invested in the conversation.

“I was really young, I can’t remember exactly when but I think it was… sixth grade?”

The emperor looked at his computer screen.

“That would be.. l2 years old?”

"I think so, yeah..”

“What's your real color?

“It's red-brownish."

"Is it? Or is it more red-ish?

“Your majesty, if you don’t mind me asking, why do you care?”

Zenet was so scared of getting electroshocked then and there, but he didn't seem mad. In fact, he was smiling.

He turned the computer screen to her. “Is this you, Zenet?”

On the computer, Zenet saw her identification profile on the orpharage she grew up in untill she was old enough to attend the military’s boarding school. 8 year old Zenet with dark red hair was smiling at her without of care.

“Yes.” She could finally say. “That is me.”

Barodius turned his Computer back to himself.

“You were a cute kid.”

“Thank you sire."

Stay calm. Stay Calm.

“Are you hiding something, Zenet?” He asked, Finally coming to the point.

“Hiding something? From you?”

“From me, from your team mates, from everyone else?”

“I-no sire.” She tried her best to look convincing.

Barodius leaned back on his seat. "Look, Despite your team’s many losses, I still see a lot of promise in you. I don’t want you to share the same Fate with the others." A reassuring Smile appeared on his face. “But if I am gonna protect you, I need to know things about you.”

“The things you see on that screen are all there is to know about me." She said. "I am an open book, I don't have any Secrets.”

“Are you sure?”

Zenet wasn’t sure if he was annoyed or slightly entertained.

“Yes.” She forced a smile.

"Okay. If you don't have anything to add, you may leave.”

Zenet turned around. What Gill said earlier was ringing in her ears; Zenet you don’t get any privileges Just because you are my daughter.

The door opened. As she walked out, she could feel the anxiety and fear coming back to her body.

She would go back to her room and continue to lay down in her bed, getting anxious and depressed, overthinking, and not being able to anything to change her situation.

She didn't want to go back. She wanted Something to change, to something to work out, to something to progress.

She wanted to be able to do something.

She had barely walked out of his study. She turned back and rushed. The guards did not stop her as she pushed the door open and stormed in.

Barodius lifted his head. They made eye contact. Then, he smiled. He gave her a silent permission with his hand.

“Master Gill. He is... He is my father.”

Note: I know this one is a little short, but I am going to make it up <3 I wanted to make a few shorter chapters instead of making one long chapter, I think it will be more fun this way :))) .

#bakugan #bakugan gundalian invaders #gill #kazarina #emperor barodius #gill x kazarina #the siren and the demon #jesse glenn #lena isis #zenet surrow

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pandasmagorica · 29 days

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Rewatch: Kiseki: Dear to Me

Interesting how even though I've seen this before and know how it comes out I still get scared for the mains. Fine acting!

What triggered the rewatch was to see the differences between the Gagaoolala and the Viki subtitles, after reading (and commenting on) a post on subtitles by @absolutebl. I actually only re-watched episode 1 on both services (and noticed multiple subtitle differences between the services - noted on the linked reblog) and re-watched the rest on Viki. My first watch was on Gaga.

Episode 2

7:20-7:24

Ai Di: "You coward drink cold water" (Translator's note that it refers to a children's rhyme.)

Chen Yi: "It should be 'cheapskates drink cold water'"

Cute comedy noise.

I don't view Kiseki: Dear to Me as a comedy, although there is no shortage of comic moments. But I don't recall there being cute sound effects the way they are littered all over Thai comedies.

Noting the comfort plushie at 8:42. Nice to have autism rep/normalization (and wish I had the nerve to have one when I was in school - actually it wouldn't have even occurred to me that I could have done so).

Episode 5 (I think)

Okay, there's the rooster sound when Jherui, in his sleep, gropes Bai Zhongyi and Zhongyi wakes up with an erection - or at least that's what the sound effect and Zhongyi's actions afterwards are presumably meant to represent. I guess technically this is a comedy. But its a very dry comedy with plenty of drama.

Episode ???

Then there was the cat meow when Zhongyi's classmates asked Zhongyi whether he had brought home a cat or a dog and Zhongyi flashes back about Jherui's behavior.

Yeah

Jherui = cat

Zhongyi = dog

Episode 6

8:35-8:38

Boss: We wanted you to be vicious, but you couldn't. We wanted you to be ruthless, but you are full of righteousness.

And yet in episode 1, Jherui has apparently just murdered someone and plants the evidence on Bai Zhongyi.

How ruthless do you need to be?

Good to see Jherui question his attraction to a 17 year old. (For the record, the actors are adults and 17 is of legal age in Taiwan, although it's questionable at the moment with Jherui pretending to be Zhongyi's teacher.)

Actually, I'm questioning a 17 year old being in an apartment on his own while he goes to high school. That was the first thing I questioned.

Good cries

Three places I remember crying:

When Zhongyi sits down to dinner with his family for the first time after getting out of prison

When Zhongyi rings the doorbell at room 703 and says Jherui's name when the door opens

At the end

Content warnings

I love this series and do need to give some content warnings:

Age gap with one partner legal but minor

Dubious consent due to drunkenness of otherwise legal adults

Violence

Plot holes

After the jump because spoilers

Way too many coincidences

Did Jherui's grandfather or anyone else in the Fan family do something to make Zhongyi's father need emergency heart surgery?

Who sent the text that the Fans had Zhongyi attacked in prison?

Don't they know that text messages aren't secure? Or are they secure in Taiwan?

Jherui's brother doesn't seem to know about text message insecurity either, does he?

How did Ai Di get into prison and, presumably, the same cell as Zhongyi?

How did Ai Di get a release date the same as Zhongyi?

If Sining thought Zhongyi actually killed her brother, why didn't she off him?

If, more likely, based on her actions, if she was trying to find out who really killed her brother, what tipped her off that it likely wasn't Zhongyi?

How sweet were the strawberry cakes in Zhongyi's patisserie?

#yaoi #taiwan ql #taiwan bl #kiseki: dear to me #kiseki dear to me #kiseki: dear to me meta

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do-it-for-the-fandom · 10 months

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🌀and ☔️ 😁

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

Her hands gripped the cold, percaline basin as she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the precinct's bathroom, she looked like she had stepped out of a horror movie: the colour had drained from her face, the ghostly shade of white a stark contrast to the fatigue under her eyes and smudges of blood across her skin. Her blood or his: she wasn't quite sure.

When Detective Beckett's attacker escapes custody it becomes her mission to find him and bring him to justice - one way or another. Two months later, when her attacker is found murdered, she thinks that she can finally put this to rest but when she finds a handwritten note taking credit for the murder and claiming to have done it 'to protect her', she knows this is just the beginning. As more bodies begin to drop - each with their own connection to Detective Beckett - she struggles to keep herself together: both in her professional and personal life. Scared that those closest to her may be at risk, she begins to push everyone away.

Can she solve this one before it's too late?

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

So, a little while back I posted a short drabble: colour and light. And, well, that turned into something more and while I can picture it so clearly in my mind, I am struggling so much with actually writing it!

The concept: Castle does not survive the season 8 finale *cries*, but Kate does. The story is set about a year after that, a few months after Lily's birth.

Kate is struggling more than ever as the anniversary of Castle's death is approaching. Martha and Alexis are trying to gently encourage her to get out of the loft, get back to her life. They're worried, obviously, but Kate just isn't ready.

After a particularly rough night, she goes to Castle's laptop. She's not sure exactly what she is looking for... maybe old photos, maybe some Heat scenes that never made it into any of his books. She just wants something, anything to make her feel connected to him. After a few moments of exploration he finds a folder named 'Nikki Research'. She opens it and hundreds of video files appear on the screen.

She opens the first one - it's a video from years ago (the date on the screen tells her it's from when he first started shadowing her). The quality is horrible and his hand is shaky as he films, but she continues to watch. The video pans and suddenly she is on screen - young, short hair, furrowed brow. She remembers this: she was just trying to do paperwork and she was sure he was just trying to annoy her.

"You are about to be immortalised in print!" he exclaims proudly, earning him an exaggerated eye roll. "Don't you want it to be accurate?"

"I don't want to be immortalised, Castle, I want to do my paperwork in peace."

She opens the next video, and then another, and then another. With each video she can see the changes - the way she relaxes around him, the way she smiles more, is less frustrated by his 'research' tactics, the way the video become less about documenting her movements and expressions and more about capturing memories. Lanie, the boys, even Martha and Alexis make appearances in his 'research'. The videos span from 2009 to 2016 - the last being just a few weeks before the attack.

The jumping back and forth between present-time and the flashbacks of each video has made this sooooooo hard to write clearly! I'm still working on it, but there is a good chance I'll never feel confident enough in it to actually publish.

#ask game #WIP asks #gosh I'm rambling again #castle #caskett #fanfic #answered

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babeyvenus · 2 years

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 19: Forgiveness

"You know when you're drowning, you don't actually inhale until right before you black out?", Sam told Ms. Morrell, the guidance counselor, as she picked at her lacrosse stick.

"It's called voluntary apnea. It's like no matter how much you're freaking out, the instinct of not letting any water in is so strong that you won't open your mouth until you feel like your head's exploding. But then when you finally do let it in, that's when it stops hurting. It's not scary anymore. It's actually kind of peaceful.", Sam says, staring off into space.

"Are you saying you hope Matt felt some peace in his last moments?", Ms. Morrell asked. Sam's eyes glanced over at her. "I don't feel sorry for him."

"Can you feel sorry for the nine-year-old Matt who drowned?"

Sam's jaw clenched. "Just because a bunch of dumbasses dragged him into a pool when he couldn't swim doesn't really give him the right to go off killing them one by one. Not only that, Stiles' dad told me they found a bunch of pictures of Allison on Matt's computer. And not just of her.", she scoffed at the memory. "I mean, he photoshopped himself into these pictures. Stuff like them holding hands and kissing. He was building himself a fake relationship with these pictures. Him drowning isn't an excuse to be delusional."

"One positive thing came out of this though, right?", she asked.

"I guess, but I still feel like there's something wrong between us. I don't know."

"Can you explain?"

"There's this one night, I had a nightmare. My brother and my mom were arguing over what he wanted to do with his life, and he turned around and blamed my dad's death on my mom. He saw me and said the same thing. Said I'd never see him again. Said he wished I was never born.", Sam swallowed. "All I can ask myself is, was it really my fault? Since then, I haven't seen my brother."

"Is your father dead?", she asked. Sam shrugged. "I can't really say. He and my mom got into this really big argument, and he walked out on us. I was 8 at the time so I can't really remember. I don't really know if he died, but my brother was convinced that he did after we moved here."

"Maybe it was a dream. Maybe he's still alive.", she reassured.

"Maybe. But it's different in the house now. Mom's always working, I barely see her. I thank every lucky star I have that she doesn't see me coming home the way I do or that she doesn't know half of the things I've been through.", Sam says, rubbing her face.

"Have you talked to her about it since that night?"

"No, not really. I mean, I'm more focused on everything else so everything that's happened has been a distraction from being at home. Scott's got his own problems to deal with. I don't think he's talked to Allison yet either. But as I told her, that's her own choice. Her mom dying hit her pretty hard. But I guess it brought her and her dad closer.", Sam says as she shakes her head.

"Stiles and I are still pretty close… At least, I hope we still are. We were supposed to be talking about he felt, but we never did. Him and his dad are pretty on and off with each other. Jackson, though? Jackson hasn't really been himself lately. " Sam chuckled humorlessly. "Actually, the funny thing is, as of right now, Lydia is the only one who seems the most normal."

She frowned once more. "And then, there's this guy..." She shook her head. "Sometimes, I don't understand him. I can't get in his head. I can't tell what he's thinking or what his next moves are gonna be. He's...cold and distant one minute and then caring and softer the next. I don't know what to make of him."

"Boy troubles, hm? Maybe talk to him about how he feels. If he doesn't open up right away, that's okay, but he might if he sees how much you care.", the older woman suggests. Sam shrugged.

"And what about the championship game tomorrow night? Feeling nervous?", Ms. Morrell asked.

Sam shook her head. "Not really… Scott always has my back in the games."

"But you said you haven't talked to him recently."

"Me and Scott always get on each other's nerves as well as me and Stiles. But we've stuck together through it.", Sam says, letting a small smile play on her lips before dropping. "Though… tension is rising in my team too. I mean, one of my teammates is dead and one of them is missing."

"You mean, Isaac. One of the three runaways. You haven't heard from any of them, have you?", she asked her. Sam looked at her desk, noticing she wasn't even writing anything.

"How come you're not taking any notes about this?"

"I do my notes after the session."

"Your memory's that good?"

"How about we get back to you?", the woman insisted, and Sam looked back into her lap, shaking her head. "Sam?" The girl looked back up at Ms. Morrell.

"I'm fine. Yeah, aside from not sleeping, jumping at every loud, sudden noise, and feeling this heavy dread something terrible is about to happen."

"It's called hyper vigilance, the persistent feeling of being under threat.", she informed.

"But it's not just a feeling, though. It's like," Sam shook her head, thinking. "It's like a panic attack. You know, like I can't breathe."

"Like you're drowning?"

"Yeah.", Sam nodded.

"So if you're drowning and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment, what if you choose to not open your mouth? To not let the water in?"

"But you do that anyway? It's a reflex.", Sam says, confused.

"But if you hold off until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"

"Not much time.", Sam responded.

"But more time to fight your way to the surface?"

"I guess."

"More time to be rescued?"

"More time to be in agonizing pain. And did you forget the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"

"If it's about survival, isn't a little agony worth it?"

"And what if it gets worse? What if it's agony now and then. . . and it's just hell later on?"

"Then think about something Winston Churchill once said, "If you're going through hell, keep going."

Sam sat on the bench with Stiles and Scott as Coach came up behind Stiles.

"What the hell are you talking about?", Coach questioned Stiles. "The game hasn't even started. Now put on your helmet and get out there."

"You're letting Stiles play?", Sam asked, smiling.

"You're in for Greenburg.", Coach told Stiles.

"What?", Stiles asked. "What happened to Greenburg?"

"What happened to Greenburg? He sucks. You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing? On the field? With the team?"

"Yes, unless you rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today. Twice.", Stiles replied.

Sam looked at him, unamused. "Stiles."

"Get the hell out there!", Coach yelled and Stiles grabbed his stuff, running out on the field. Sam put her helmet on as they took their spots.

"Ok, Stiles, whatever you do, try to stay close to me so I can save your ass whenever I can.", Sam said as the game started.

She winced as Stiles constantly got brutally tackled. Isaac came out onto the field and ran to her.

"We got to get Scott out on the field.", Isaac said.

"How?", Sam asked. "He's failing, like, three classes."

"Got to make it seem like Coach doesn't have a choice."

Sam smirked. "I can definitely do that." The whistle and Sam charged forward and curled up into a ball and rolled Gotez over.

"Ramirez! You're in!" Isaac tackled Ramirez and Sam got Murphy. "Lahey! Wilson! Seriously, what the hell is your problem?", Coach shouted.

"Sorry, coach!", Sam yelled, grinning. She was about to charge at the last player, but someone slammed into her. Sam tumbled to the ground and groaned in pain. Scott came to her side.

Sam felt her ribs being sore. Not broken at least.

She didn't move as the Paramedics came and loaded her onto the stretcher. Sam quickly went into the locker room to change. As she began changing, she stopped as she heard a shing of metal. The fuck…?

Sam turned around and saw Gerard and his hunters coming toward her.

Shit.

She kept forgetting he's the principal. Him being the principal has given him too many conveniences.

Sam's eyes widened as she saw Scott behind Gerard. Scott slammed the two hunters into the wall and turned around to her, eyes yellow, to see Gerard gone.

"Where is he?", Scott asked. Not bothering to ask any more questions, Scott and Sam ran outside to the field to see ten seconds on the clock.

The buzzer sounded and the lights went out leaving the field pitch black. Screams sounded and Scott and Sam looked around to place the scream.

"What the hell is going on?", Sam asked Scott as they looked around.

The lights of the field came back on. They ran to the middle of the field to see Jackson, lying still on the ground.

"Jackson!", they heard Lydia yell, running to Jackson. She pushed past the teens to Jackson. "Jackson, what's happening?"

"Can we get a medic over here?", Coach yelled. "We're gonna need a medic!"

Melissa came and knelt beside Jackson.

"He's not breathing.", Melissa said. "No pulse." Melissa lifted up Jackson's shirt to see blood.

"Look," Sam whispered to Scott and Isaac, pointing to Jackson's hands which were covered in blood.

"He did it to himself?", Isaac asked them. Stiles' dad came off the bleachers to the middle of the field.

"Stiles?", he called out, looking around. "Where's Stiles? Where...where is my son? Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?"

Her eyes widened as she frantically looked around. Where the hell was her best friend?

She ran through the hallways looking for Stiles and ran in the locker room, only to see Scott and Isaac rummaging through Stiles' locker.

"How come you get his shirt and I get his shoe?", Isaac asked, looking at the sneaker in his hands.

"You guys haven't found anything?", Sam asked. They shook their heads and Scott suddenly pulled her towards him.

Sam turned around and saw Derek. "We need to talk.", Derek said. "All of us.", Peter came out from behind his nephew.

Sam took Stiles' shoe out of Isaac's hand and threw it at Peter. He hid behind Derek again before popping out with a smile.

Scott frowned. "What the hell is this?"

"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the Sheriff's station.", Derek confessed.

"Okay, hold on. He threatened to kill my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?", Scott defended.

"I'm going to go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous.", Peter chimed.

"Shut up!" Scott, Derek, and Sam yelled at Peter simultaneously. He rolled his eyes.

"Who is he?", Isaac quietly asked Sam.

"That's Peter, Derek's uncle. A little while back he threatened to kill us all, he bit me, and then they set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat.", she explained, crossing her arms.

"Hi.", Peter waved his fingers. Isaac nervously and half-heartedly smiled. "Good to know."

"How is he alive?", Scott asked.

"He's alive because of me and Lydia.", Sam says. Scott gaped at her. "You? How?"

"He was controlling us.", Sam confessed, glaring at the older man.

"He's controlling you?"

"Look, the short version is, he's back and he knows how to stop Jackson. Maybe how to save him.", Derek said, as they all looked at him in shock.

"Well that's pretty helpful except, Jackson's dead.", Isaac confessed bluntly.

"What?", Derek asked, shocked himself.

"It literally just happened on the field. He's dead.", Sam says. Derek and Peter looked at each other concerned. "Okay why is no one taking this as good news?", Isaac wondered.

"Because if Jackson is dead it didn't just happen, Gerard wanted it to happen.", Peter said.

"But why?", Derek asked his uncle.

"Well that's exactly what we need to figure out and something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly.", Peter sighed, taking a step forward.

"Are you seriously asking us to trust you?", Sam asked, incredulously.

"Yes. On this one subject involving Jackson, I'm asking you, Samantha, to trust me."

Sam stepped up to him, uncrossing her arms. "I'm only nice once, Peter. You killed your niece, bit my best friend, tried to kill me and my friends, you bit me and tried to turn me, took over my body, literally almost killed your nephew," She pointed at Derek.

"Could've killed his mom," she pointed at Scott. "Used me and Lydia to bring you back to life, and now you're asking me to trust you. That's not happening. You've got ways to go before I start trusting you."

"Well, that'll work fine for me.", he says. "Piss off. Seriously.", Sam retorted.

The door creaked as Scott, Isaac, Peter, Derek, and Sam walked into the Hale house.

Her phone buzzed as she got a text from Stiles, instantly sighing in relief. "Stiles is okay.", Sam announced.

"Look, I told you I looked everywhere.", Derek told Peter, who crouched over the bottom stairs.

"You didn't look here." Peter took out a wooden plank from the stairs. He reached inside and grabbed a large suitcase, carefully pulling it out and brushing the dust off the top.

"What is that, a book?", Derek asked. Peter looked at him, offended.

"No, it's a laptop.", Peter sassed. "What century are you living in?" Derek rolled his eyes.

"I'm shocked you know what that is.", Sam says, crossing her arms.

"A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep records." He got up and paced into another room. All of them followed, minus Scott who left to go to his mom with Isaac.

Sam kept Scott on the line as he went to the hospital.

"He's in some type of transparent casing made from the venom coming out of his claws.", she told Derek as we watched Peter, who sat at an old desk searching through his MacBook.

"That sounds sufficiently terrifying.", Peter mumbled.

"They also say he's starting to move.", Sam said, taking the phone from her ear.

"Look, I think I found something." Peter types quickly. "Looks like what you're seeing from Jackson is just the kanima's beta shape."

"It has a beta shape??", Sam asked in disbelief.

"What, meaning it can turn into something bigger?", Derek asked, leaning in closer to the screen. Peter's eyes widened and he leaned back in his chair. "Bigger and better."

On the screen was an indescribable looking monster that looked way more powerful than Jackson looked now. It was bigger, at least twice the size. Its claws looked way sharper and longer, even the tail looked more deadly.

Derek's eyes also widened. "He's turning into that? That has wings."

"I can see that.", Peter quietly replied. Sam sighed. "Scott, bring him to us please.", Sam says into the phone.

"I don't think that'll be possible, Sam.", Scott replies.

"Look, someone actually made an animation of it.", Peter clicked on the YouTube link to it. Derek and Sam leaned forward to look. "Maybe it's less frightening if we—" a terrifying reptilian screech came crying through the computer and the most horrifying picture of the alpha kanima moving showed up, making Derek and Sam flinch and stand up straight. Peter immediately shut the computer.

"Nope, not at all.", Peter turned his head to look at Derek. "You should probably meet him half way."

"Scott, get him out of there now. Go now!", Derek took her phone and ordered before hanging up and they started to rush out of the house.

"Derek, we need Lydia.", Peter said before they left the house.

"Look, there's no tim—" Peter cut Derek off by putting his finger in the air to quiet his nephew. "That's the problem. We're rushing, we're moving too fast. Everybody knows that a moving target is harder to hit and here we are, racing right into Gerard's crosshairs."

"If I get the chance to kill Jackson, I'm taking it.", Derek said, walking off. Peter looked at Sam, cocking his head.

"Don't look at me. That's your nephew.", Sam said, shaking her head in dismissal.

"We need her, Samantha."

Sam sighed harshly.

"You said it yourself originally that there had to be another way, Jackson couldn't die. For that to not happen, we need Lydia.", Peter said. Sam shook her head, raising her arms to slap against her thighs in defeat. "Fine. We'll get her."

Sam whipped out her phone to text Stiles to find Lydia and bring her to the warehouse district.

Peter and Sam arrived at the Beacon Hills Warehouse District, sighing as they saw headlights from another car. They could see a SUV in front of them, so Sam cut the engine to the Camaro and got out of the car.

She sighed. "Fuck.", she whispered, realizing who the SUV belonged to. An Argent. She turned around and saw that Peter was nowhere to be found. The Hale boys and their disappearances, typical.

"Where's Derek?", Chris Argent asked, walking up to her. Before she could answer, Derek came running down the foggy street on all fours. He leaped into the air and crouched down onto the pavement.

"Oh boy.", Sam muttered, shaking her head. "What the hell are you doing here?", Sam asked Chris. Derek stared at Chris with hatred and spite.

"I'm here for Jackson, not you.", Chris directed at Derek.

"Somehow that doesn't feel very comforting."

Chris and Derek nodded at each other. "Get him inside.", Derek demanded. They all ordered. Once they were all inside, Scott was the first to speak up.

"Where are they?", he asked Derek and Sam. Derek looked from side to side, confused. "Who?"

"Peter and Lydia.", Scott answered and looked around.

"Sam, where the hell is Peter?", Scott yelled. Sam pointed at him. "Don't start with me, Scott. I don't know."

She knew he was here; he was just hiding in the shadows. She could sense him.

Derek ignored Scott and crouched over the body bag, unzipping it to reveal a dead Jackson.

"Hold on a second, you said you knew how to save him!", Scott cried.

"We're passed that.", Derek told him. "What—what about—" Scott began to yell, but Derek yelled at him. "Think about it, Scott! Gerard controls him now! He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog! He set all of this in motion so that Jackson could get even bigger and more powerful."

"No…", Chris spoke up, Derek and Sam turned to face him. "No, he wouldn't do that. If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid, and my father would never let a rabid dog live.", the older man said.

"Of course not," they turned around to see Gerard emerging from the darkness, revealing himself.

Shit.

"Anything that dangerous, that out of control, is better off dead.", Gerard said evilly. Derek growled, looked down to Jackson, and drew back his arm to thrust his claws into Jackson's chest.

Before he could, Jackson stabbed his own claws into Derek's chest. Effortlessly, he lifted Derek off his feet as he began standing up and hurled him into the next room.

"No!", Sam yelled, ready to run to him. Chris Argent, with a gun in his hand, held her back. They all looked at Gerard in fear.

"Well done to the last, Scott.", Gerard congratulated. "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me."

An arrow whizzed right for Scott, but he managed to dodge it, so it hit Isaac in the shoulder. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground.

Sam glared at the Argent daughter who glared at her.

"Allison?", Scott gaped, realizing she was trying to kill him. Scott and Sam rushed to Isaac, helping him up and pulling the arrow out of his shoulder. Chris began shooting off bullets, triggering Jackson's screeching.

"Can you move?", Sam asked Isaac.

"It hurts.", he whimpered. "It's healing, I'll be okay."

"Sam, get out of here." Scott demanded.

"You get Gerard and Jackson. I've got Allison.", Sam says.

"Don't hurt her.", he growled at her. She looked at him like he had grown another head. "Uh, first off, she tried to kill us, okay? All of us at this point. I'm not promising that.", Sam says, and ducked as Derek came flipping over wooden crates and crouching down, all wolfed out.

Both Isaac and Scott had phased too. Sam snuck over to the broken trunk of the Argents' SUV and grabbed a gun. When she turned around, she came face to face with Gerard. He shoved her into the car. Gerard began fighting her. She felt a couple blows to the stomach and a couple to the side of her face. She kicked him in the stomach, and he stumbled out of the car.

She fought back against the old man, but Gerard pushed her to the ground. The gun flew out of her hands, clattering a few feet from her. Sam scurried up, grabbing it and running towards where she could see Jackson. The three werewolves could barely take him, they were all getting thrown down every time they attacked. Sam watched as Isaac was choked by the kanima and thrown into a pile of wood, Derek jumped down from a machine and began fighting with him.

Sam lifted the gun. "Derek, move!", she shouted. Derek looked at Sam with wide eyes and dodged as Sam aimed the gun right at Jackson and shot it off. A bullet went straight through Jackson, and he screeched, glaring at her with hate. He pushed Derek to the floor and went after Sam.

"Come on.", Sam called. Behind him, Scott appeared and caught him off guard, but he reacted quickly and threw him into a wall. Derek went right back up again but managed to get his side slashed. He started stumbling, until he finally fell over.

Shit, not again.

Sam looked around and saw Allison attacking Isaac and she watched as Allison turned to Derek. Sam rushed in front of him and pointed her gun at her. She couldn't let her kill Derek.

"Back off, Allison.", Sam threatened.

"You wouldn't.", she hissed. Sam lips quickly quirked in a challenging smile, immediately remembering her words from the night before. She raised her eyebrows and aimed the gun a few inches away from Allison's direction, and shot the gun, nearly grazing her ear.

Allison looked at her in horror and frowned as her face turned hateful. She raised her knife and started to rush at Sam.

"Allison!", Scott yelled. In one swift motion, the knife was taken from Allison's hands and dropped to the floor. She was now dangling above ground, the kanima's scaly hands wrapped around her neck.

"Not yet, sweetheart.", Gerard said, smiling.

"What are you doing?", Allison choked in panic.

"He's doing what he came here to do.", Scott said.

"Then you know." Gerard didn't seem surprised.

"What is he talking about?", Allison asked.

"It was that night outside the hospital, wasn't it? When I threatened your mother. I knew I saw something in your eyes. You could smell it, couldn't you?", Gerard asked.

"He's dying.", Issac said, looking at Gerard.

"I am. I have been for a while now.", Gerard practically shrugged. "Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet. But, the supernatural does."

He looked at Derek who was in his wolf form. He was still paralyzed and the only thing defending him was Sam. Allison started gasping and Gerard flashed Jackson a look, making his grip harder on his granddaughter.

"You monster.", Chris Argent growled at his father.

"Not yet.", Gerard smirked.

"What are you doing?", Allison cried.

"You'll kill her too!", Chris cried.

"When it comes to survival, I'd kill my own son!" Gerard's jaw clenched tightly and then he focused on Scott.

"Scott.", he smiled at the boy. Scott phased back to himself and looked from Chris Argent, to Derek, to Sam and back again.

"Scott, no.", Sam exclaimed. He seemed sorry for a moment before walking over to her, shoving Sam with force and plunged his claws into Derek's neck. Derek let out a weakened roar.

"Scott, he's going to kill him after!", Sam yelled at him, trying to stop him, but before she could run after him, Jackson's tail quickly wrapped around Sam's throat.

Derek looked up at Sam with furrowed eyebrows. "He's going to be an Alpha.", Derek mumbled to Scott.

"That's true. But I think he already knows that. Don't you, Scott? He knows that the ultimate prize is Allison. Do this small task for me and they can be together. You're the only piece that doesn't fit, Derek. And in case you haven't learned yet, there's just no competing with young love." Gerard began to take his jacket off, preparing for the bite.

"Scott, don't.", Derek looked at him.

"Don't, Scott!", Sam pleaded to her friend as she choked. "All of this would've been for nothing if you just give him what he wants."

"I'm sorry!", Scott apologized in a yell, then he quieted down. "But I have to."

Gerard rolled up his sleeve and walked over to Derek. Gerard put his forearm into Derek's mouth and clamped down his jaw. A loud cry of pain echoed in the room. It stopped when Gerard snatched his arm out of Derek's mouth, and Derek stumbled to the ground.

Sam kicked the back of Jackson's head and wiggled out of the Kanima's tail, catching her breath as she ran over, crouching to the ground to help Derek sit up. He looked at her with sadness in his eyes as Sam glared at Scott and Gerard. Gerard gave a victory laugh while they all stared at his bitten arm as it began to bleed black. Streams of black blood were trickling down his arm and they all watched in horror.

"What?", He asked. He looked down to his arm and saw the black blood. "What is this?" Sam's eyes widened as she looked at Scott. He planned this. Holy shit.

She let out a chuckle. "Your plan just backfired.", she told Gerard.

"What did you do?", Gerard glared at Scott.

Derek and Sam looked up at Scott, who looked down at them.

"Everyone said Gerard always had a plan," Scott faced Gerard, "I had a plan too." Gerard, stunned, quickly shoved his hand into his pocket and took out his silver pill container.

"No.", Gerard growled. He spilled the pills into his hand. "Mountain Ash!", he screamed, crushing the pills in his hand making a black powder flying out of his fist.

Gerard fell to his knees, black blood was coming out of his eyes and nose. It even spewed out of his mouth. Then he fell to the floor, exhausted.

"Why didn't you tell me?", Derek asked Scott, hurt evident in his voice. "Because you might be an Alpha, but you're not mine.", Scott declared. Derek's eyes fell down to the ground and Sam helped him stand.

"Kill them! Kill. Them. All!", Gerard screamed at the top of his lungs.

Shit.

A loud crash echoed through the warehouse. They all watched as Stiles' jeep came ramming into the building and hit the Kanima.

"Stiles!", Sam exclaimed, happy to see him.

"Did I hit him?", Stiles' eyes were squeezed shut. Scott and Sam chuckled. Jackson jumped on the roof of the car, making Lydia and Stiles scream. They both stumbled out of the car as fast as possible.

Stiles ran over to Scott but Lydia stood right in front of Jackson, yelling his name. Jackson held back his hand and was about to slash Lydia's throat.

"Lydia!", Stiles and Sam screamed. Sam was about to go help her until Derek held her back by wrapping his hand around her arm. She looked at him, as he gave her a look to stop.

Sam watched as Lydia held up a small object in front of her face. It made Jackson stop and look at it for a second. He just stared at the object as if he was remembering something and from then on, his scales disappeared from his face.

Jackson backed away from Lydia. Sam noticed Peter had jumped from wherever he was hiding, signaling Derek.

Quickly, Derek's claws were piercing in Jackson's abdomen while Peter's were in his back. They lifted him off the ground and their claws sliced through his skin. Jackson was coughing and choking on his blood and spit, and they finally let him go.

Lydia went to catch him and Derek came back to me. Lydia and Jackson sank to the ground, the redhead was crying.

Sam felt bad. Lydia really did love him. Despite his shitty attitude towards her, she still loved him. Sam felt a hand placed itself on her shoulder as she backed away from the scene.

Sam turned around and saw Derek looking at her with sad eyes. Her own filled with tears as she looked back at the scene before her. She backed up and stayed by his side, Isaac soon came over on his other side.

"Do you—do you still—", Jackson stuttered out.

"I do.", Lydia immediately replied. She slowly nodded while tears were streaming down her face. "I do still love you." She let out a sob. "I do, I do still love you. I do.", she whispered. Jackson seemed satisfied and his head drooped on her shoulder before his body went limp.

Sam looked away, clenching her fists. He was an ass. He was always an ass...but she grew up with him. She never hated him as much as she pretended. She tolerated him and vise versa.

He didn't deserve to die. Saving him should've been the better option.

The object dropped from Jackson's hands and clanked loudly onto the concrete floor. It was a key—a house key. It must've held memories.

Lydia rocked back and forth, quietly repeating that she still loved him. Finally, she laid him on the ground as the last bit of his scales disappeared.

"Where's Gerard?", Allison asked. Sam rolled her eyes and looked over to where Gerard once laid, but he was gone. A pool of black blood was left in his place. What the hell.

"He can't be far.", Chris assured. This old creep was crawling away and no one was concerned??

Lydia slowly stood up, sobbing and barely keeping it together. Stiles went to go comfort her but stopped when they all heard a noise echo through the warehouse.

It sounded something scratching against the floor…something like claws. They all focused behind Lydia to see Jackson. His wounds were healed, but he was still dead.

Suddenly Jackson's eyes opened, revealing his irises shining an unnatural icy blue. They all watched silently as he carefully got up and shifted into a werewolf right before them.

He stared up at the ceiling for half a second before letting out a ground-shaking howl. Jackson looked just as confused as they did after he shifted back to normal.

"Holy hell…", Sam muttered and looked at Derek as he looked at the boy in shock. This wasn't the plan. Lydia hurried and ran into his arms. They both tightly embraced and wrapped each other's arms around one another.

Everything was fine…for now.

"Let's go home." Sam looked at Derek who looked back down at her with a small smile. She returned the smile, and they did, only headed back to her place to get him cleaned after he had changed.

Derek sat on Sam's bed as she wrung out a towel before walking over to him. His face was still dirty from dried blood and dust.

He didn't meet her eyes as she cleaned his face. "You shouldn't be doing this.", he says. Sam smiled. "You're not the first person I cleaned up after a hard day."

"I'm sorry.", he suddenly said. Sam stopped. "You're apologizing."

He nodded. "For what?", Sam asked, resuming her cleaning. "Everything. I shouldn't have said what I said to you. I shouldn't have blamed you for Peter's doing. You're not an inconvenience. I never meant that.", he said.

Sam stopped, looking at him with a frown. "Derek."

"I'm serious. It wasn't right. I wasn't protecting you. I was protecting myself. I wasn't supposed to care what anyone thought of me. I...I haven't had anyone care about me after Laura... so it was difficult when you came around.", he confessed, looking down.

"For so long, I wanted to feel like I was somebody. Someone that others could rely on. Someone powerful. Someone who knew what they were doing. Scott made me realize that I'm really untrustworthy.", he expressed. "Before we left for Jackson…Erica and Boyd left."

Sam sighed.

Setting the damp towel down on her desk, she turned to him. "I knew you didn't mean what you said. Despite being hurt by your words, I know you didn't mean it. I just… I wish you'd have a little more faith in me. That's all. I do rely on you and sometimes I feel like I shouldn't because you already have so much to deal with."

She walked back over to him. "Your personality is a little questionable and your methods of caring are a little strange in its own way, but you still have a heart. That's what I like about you. That's why I trust you. You can be an amazing alpha. You know when to make the tough calls, despite not liking them.", Sam says and sit down next to him.

She looked down. "I know what it's like to feel alone. Abandoned. But if you have people that care about you, they'll stick around. They'll be there for you when you need them.", she says, smiling wistfully and looks up at him.

"When people leave you without a good reason, you gotta let them go sometimes. It's for your own good. All you can do is move on. If Erica and Boyd thought it was a good idea to leave, that's on them. But guess who you have. Me and Isaac and the others, and for some strange reason, your psychotic uncle. You're not alone, Derek.", she says, making him look at her. "You're not as bad as you make yourself seem."

His eyes blinked as if he were blinking away tears and suddenly hugged her. She hugged him back. "Thank you.", she hears him rasp. She rubbed his back as they sat in her dimmed moonlit room.

Early the next morning, before Derek was about to drop her at Stiles' house, they had made a quick stop into the woods with Isaac and Peter. As they approached the house, there was a weird symbol painted on the door. It was similar to Derek's weird tattoo, but it was different.

"This kinda looks like a swastika.", Sam muttered, and Isaac's eyes widened at her assumption.

"You haven't told them everything yet, have you?", Peter asked, looking over at Derek. Derek glared over at Peter, who grinned and leaned against a tree. Isaac and Sam looked at each other, shrugging and confused.

"What do you mean?", Isaac asked the older man.

"Why do you think Derek was in such a hurry to build his pack? So eager to strengthen his power and his number?"

"To be stronger. Strength in numbers.", Sam said, shrugging.

"When there's a new Alpha, people take notice.", Peter said.

"People like who?", Sam asked, looking at Derek.

Isaac walked up the steps of the house and pointed to the door. "What even is this?" Derek walked next to Sam. "What does this mean?", Sam asked.

"It's their symbol.", Derek said, gruffed. "And it means they're coming."

"Who?", Sam asked, concerned. They already had another threat…?

"Alphas.", Derek answered. Sam looked at him in bewilderment. "Alphas? As in plural?"

"A pack of them.", Derek said.

"A pack–?", Sam sighed, running a hand through her coils.

"An Alpha pack. And they're not coming…they're already here.", Peter said. Sam looked from Derek to Peter to Derek again.

Despite the issue, Derek dropped her off at the school and Stiles pulled his jeep onto the empty field; the trio piled out and went straight to the goal.

"So you really think she'll come back to you?", Sam asked Scott, who seemed better.

"Yeah, I know she will.", Scott said optimistically. Sam smiled and turned to Stiles. "What about you and Lydia?", Sam asked.

"Well, my ten-year plan for Lydia to fall in love with me may have to stretch to fifteen, but the plan is definitely still in motion.", he smiled.

"Good.", Sam grinned. The boys followed her to the goal.

"Why don't you just ask her out?", Scott asked. Stiles and Sam laughed.

"Yeah, okay. Why don't you just get in the goal and help me make team captain like you promised, big guy.", Stiles suggested.

"You're reaching for the stars, huh?", Sam asked, smiling.

Stiles dropped his lacrosse gear to the ground and Sam stood next to him; Scott ventured into the goal with a lacrosse stick.

"Hey, you know what I just realized? I'm right back where I started.", Scott said.

"What do you mean?" Stiles wondered.

"I mean no lacrosse, no popularity, no girlfriend, nothing."

"Dude, you still got me.", Stiles said, offended.

"I guess I'm just chopped liver.", Sam laughed.

"And you still got us. So life fulfilled, okay?", Stiles reassured.

"Yeah, well I had you guys before.", Scott said.

"You're gonna have to work to get rid of us.", Sam grinned.

"Alright.", Scott smiled.

"Alright, remember no wolf powers.", Stiles reminded, readying his stick.

"Got it.", Scott nodded.

"No, I mean it! No super fast reflexes, no super eyesight, no hearing, none of that crap. Okay?"

"Okay.", Scott agreed. "Come on!", he urged with a laugh. Stiles got in position hesitantly.

"You promise?" He called.

"Stiles!", Sam laughed.

"Will you just take the shot already?", Scott rushed. Sam saw Scott's eyes turn gold and a smirk appeared on his lips. Stiles threw the ball into the net and Scott caught it fast.

"I said no wolf powers!", Stiles whined.

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