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angel-eyes05 · 11 months

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bite the hand (chapter 1)

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara

summary: lorena's whole world was taken away from her in the blink of an eye, after she accidentally broke a canon event. lucky for her though, she was able to find a portal watch in her dimension and used it to get out before she glitched out of existence. unfortunately though, running from dimension to dimension, she's been named as an anomaly by the spider society. now, she's constantly on the run from them, their leader in particular. when she eventually gets caught though, she's recruited onto a mission to catch another anomaly who might be from her past. to her dismay though, her partner on this mission is her very captor. will she be able to stop arguing with him for long enough to get the job done?

info: enemies to lovers, maybe a slow burn depending on chapter count, oc is 24 and miguel is 27, both oc and miguel are super sad lmao, they're also both super violent so, they also hate each other what a slay, in regards to my oc you can read her character sheet right here

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, emetophobia, violence, blood mention, fangs

word count: 2.5k

notes: i'm super excited to start this series!!! i'll also be posting a copy of this on ao3 cause i wanna start sharing my work there too so i'll put the link up here when i post it. also if you see me use "you" instead of "she/her" just ignore it i probably missed it while proofreading and it's instinct lol

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The stuffy air from inside the bag her head was under nearly suffocated her before she could wake up. Her breath was hot and shoved towards her face by the bag, causing her to sweat a little. As she slowly woke up, she found herself unable to move her arms and legs, bound to the chair by her wrists and ankles. She tried to wriggle herself around, the rope bounded so tightly she could feel herself losing circulation, but it was in vain as she quickly felt a striking force against her ribs as a result. Lorena in her chair was knocked to the ground. The bag was removed from her head, exposing her to the harsh, fluorescent lights in the room.

Another kick was sent to her stomach, knocking a nasty cough out of her. All she could see right now as her eyes were still adjusting was the two feet standing in front of her face. She spat some of the blood forming in her mouth onto the freshly cleaned black shoes. She winced as her head was pulled up to face the man in front of her by her hair. His cold, dead, blue eyes shot daggers into her fiery brown irises. “You’ve turned into quite the problem, haven’t you child?” the old man spat at you, his breath stinging your eyes. “Well maybe you should be nicer to your guests,” Lorena panted out, still recovering from the two kicks. The man nodded to someone behind her and her chair was pulled up to a sitting position.

Lorena grunted as her head was yanked back by whoever was behind her. “Come on Armando, I said I would get you the money, and I am! My guy’s just taking a little longer than usual,” she nervously blurted out, seeing Armando further up in the room by a desk of torture weapons. She wasn’t going to give him the money any time soon, and he knew it. She barely had any money to buy herself food.

Lorena had been stuck on Earth-523, her safe zone, for the past week. Normally, she would be out within a day or two. But with her portal watch broken, she had no way to get out. And she had been glitching a lot recently. Glitching bad. She had asked Armando, a black market dealer she had previous history with, for parts to fix the watch. She had forgotten about how much money she owed him though, and when she failed to have it with her when she asked for the favor, she was knocked out and taken to whatever bunker she was currently in.

She had honestly gotten tired of hopping between so many worlds like this. She had been doing it for the past couple of months and it was draining her. She missed the stability of a home. Her home. Earth-2497. But she couldn’t go back now. It was physically impossible. She watched everything she knew and loved glitch out of existence while she just ran through her portal. Instead of dying a noble death alongside her people, she just ran away. Like a coward. Now she was being chased for it. That was another reason she needed her watch fixed.

Their appearances were becoming more and more frequent. People who looked just like her. She could sense her connection to them. One of them, a woman riding a motorcycle and big yellow sunglasses, said that she was. Lorena had experienced similar things to the others. Like the death of her tio. And then the death of her boyfriend. Her struggles were the same as theirs. But she wasn’t supposed to be here anymore. She explained that Lorena “broke the canon”, whatever that meant.

A man with multiple mechanical arms, almost like an octopus, had come through an orange portal and began wreaking havoc on New York City. Lorena had stopped him, but too early apparently, according to the woman. The man was supposed to kill Captain Stacy, the father of her best friend. But since he hadn’t been killed, she had accidentally ripped a hole in the space time continuum, or something, consuming and ripping apart her entire universe. She was supposed to die with it. But she hadn’t. She ran away. Now she was considered an anomaly. The woman described that most anomalies were sent back to their worlds after they were captured. But Lorena had no world to go back to.

“So what’ll you do to me then?” Lorena asked the woman.

“.....I’m not sure.”

That was enough to convince Lorena to start running. The different Spider-Men would pop up about every week or so. But the gap had been closed to around every day now. She had gotten a break this past week while her watch was broken, what she assumed to be some kind of break from the universe or something. But she knew it was only a matter of time until they found her again. Until he found her again.

Lorena had only been chased by him twice before. But both of those times, she had only escaped by a narrow margin. He looked significantly different from the other variants, sporting a mainly blue suit with a weird red symbol in the middle that warped around to his back. He was tall also. Really tall, with huge, broad shoulders. Lorena couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like under his mask, having not seen his face before. But no matter how much she would probably ask him out if they met under different circumstances, Lorena was terrified of him. She had left both chase sequences with him with enormous gashes on her from his sharp talons. She honestly wondered if he was actually human.

She was brought back to reality when she saw Armando walking back from the table. In his hand was a metal rod, the end of it a scorching orange. Lorena scrambled around in her seat, her head still yanked back. Fuck this is bad, she thought to herself. An idea suddenly snapped into her head.

She rarely used them, as they normally ended up harming her too in the end, but she would rather be burned by her own acid webs once than by this hot plate repeatedly. She repositioned her wrists, pointing one of them out. She braced for the pain. Suddenly, four strings of a radioactive green acid web shot out of her wrist, breaking the rope around her hands and wrapping around the thigh of the man holding back her head. He screamed out in pain as the acid melted through his leg. With him and Armando distracted, Lorena quickly broke out of her ankle restraints, ripped the hot branding stick out of Armando’s hands, and pushed it deep into his face. He let out an inhuman scream and quickly passed out from the pain. She then used the stick and smacked the metal against his partner’s head, knocking him out too.

Lorena stood to catch her breath for a second, bracing her side with her right arm from the pain in her ribs. She hoped they were just bruised, and not cracked. She then took off the gloves from her suit to examine the fresh acid burns on her left wrist. She had developed a bit of resistance from the pain, having had to use them so much recently since she’s been without web fluid for months now, but it still stung a bit and left quite a mark on her skin.

She stripped Armando of his long sleeve t-shirt and sweatpants to cover up her suit, and shoved her mask into the pockets of the pants, before walking outside the door into the night.

She was almost immediately soaked to the touch as the rain poured down on the city. The large t-shirt, absorbing all the water falling onto Lorena, only put extra weight onto her damaged ribs. She struggled to walk through the street as she continued to cough blood into her hand. Fuck, this was bad. Maybe her injury was worse than she thought.

Things only got worse when she suddenly felt her heartbeat speed up. Goosebumps flooded over her body and she was nearly paralyzed from fear. Her spider-sense was kicking in. Jesus, what is it now. She looked into the alleyway next to her to see if that's where the source of her fear was coming from. Her suspicions were confirmed correct when she saw an orange glow interrupt the darkness in the back of the alley, and a red spike ripping through it. She nearly left her heart behind as she immediately started to bolt down the sidewalk.

Great, just my fucking luck, she thought to herself as she ran. The one day I’m in horrible shape to fight is the one day he shows up to get me. Lorena didn’t need to look behind her to know the man was already bounding after her. She didn’t have any web fluid, and her acid webs would cut through the poles, so she was given the disadvantage on the ground this time. She threw her mask on her face from her pocket, that way so in case she did get caught, she could at least keep the dignity of her identity to herself. Her running was desperate and sloppy, her red hair slipping out from the back of her mask and almost slipping in a puddle when she turned a sharp corner.

She could feel her heart rising into her chest and her ribs cried out to her in pain, begging her to just stop and accept her fate. But she wouldn’t go down like this. She couldn’t. She needed to keep going, no matter how much blood she was coughing up while running. She could hear his feet splashing in the puddles behind her as she made her getaway. He was getting closer. She wasn’t fast enough. She needed to do something if she wasn’t going to get caught. And fast.

Desperate for a way out, she ripped her right glove off of her hand and jumped around to shoot an acid web at her chaser. The split second she could see him while turned around frightened her beyond belief. The man was chasing her on all fours, like some kind of wild dog. His claws dug deep into the concrete floor for extra traction from the rain. Yeah, there’s no way this guy was human. She shot the web out of her wrist, burning her more than usual, and aimed for his face. If she was going to shoot for him now, she needed to try to go for the kill. Before the web was even fully out of her hand, she was back facing forward and running. Fuck, did that mess up my aim? She didn’t have time to think about that now. She didn’t even look back to check. She just kept running.

The low scream from him at least meant that she hit him, which was enough for her right now. Her high came crashing down though when she turned another corner. Suddenly, a shattering agony rattled throughout her body as she became a jumble of neon colored parallelograms, all of her atoms splitting apart in a split second. She quickly fell to the floor, shaking in pain. But she still had to fight. Lorena used her arms to crawl into an alleyway into the darkness. If she couldn’t outrun him, she could at least try to hide. She lowered her head to the ground though when she heard puddles lightly splashing behind her. Footsteps. She didn’t hit him hard enough. It was all in vain.

She could hear his pants above her, as she turned her head around to see him standing right above her body, like he was admiring his achievement or something. She still tried to crawl away though. She didn’t matter if it made her look stupid. She still had to try.

Lorena stopped though when she felt him web her hand to the ground though, too tired to keep going. The bright red, glowing web illuminated the darkness of the alley. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him reaching his massive hand down to her. He roughly ripped her mask off her face, exposing her to the outside world. She began to cough again, so much this time, that she ended up losing her limited breakfast. The puke sits next to the man's feet, more blood than partially digested food. He stared at her in disgust. Then he finally speaks. The first time he has to her ever.

“This is the one who’s been causing us so much trouble?” he said, as if it was supposed to be more of a genuine question than an insult. His voice was beautiful. A rich, low, dark tone that rolled off of his tongue smoothly. She could see a small avatar pop up next to his shoulder, illuminated in a yellow aura. “Yup, this is her. Lorena Reyes, Spider-Woman from Earth-2497,” the woman avatar responded. “Huh,” he said, crouching down next to her head. “Thought she'd put up more of a fight.” That one was an insult. “Maybe you just caught me on a bad day,” she croaked out. He looked at the puke next to her. “I can see that.” Lorena started to glitch again, letting out sparse pants once her atoms stopped separately. The man sighed. “Let's just get this over with.”

What he did next took Lorena by surprise. He flung his strong leg over to the opposite side of her body and lifted his mask up to just over his nose, still concealing his eyes from her view. Lorena stared at him confused, too tired and in pain to do anything right now. What she could see from his face was gorgeous. His perfect nose, the slight pout in his plump lips, and his rich skin tone. He placed his hands on her head, one holding the nape of her neck, and the other pushing her head back.

Then they came out. His fangs. A slight fear washed over her body when she saw them. Was this vampire man about to kill her? Then he sunk them into the skin of her neck. She flinched slightly. What on earth was he doing? More fear entered her when she found she was quickly losing feeling in her feet. It slowly moved up her body. Then her legs. Then her hands. Then her arms. Her nerves being attacked by some kind of paralytic venom. It was most likely coming from his fangs. She felt slightly lucky that she still had feeling in her neck though, especially when he removed his fangs from her neck, and used his textured tongue to clean up the blood. It was warm and comforting to her. Then her neck lost its feeling. Lorena was quickly grateful for the venom when she found herself glitching again, but not feeling any pain from it.

She could feel herself passing out next. As consciousness left her body, the last thing she saw was the man lifting up from her neck and wiping her blood off from his mouth.

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a/n: thanks for making it this far!!! lmk if you want to be on the tag list for future parts

#fanfic #spiderman 2099 #fanfiction #fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara x oc #spider man #spiderverse oc #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse

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chiiyuuvv · 4 months

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BESTIEEE

I FINALLY PASSED MY HISTORY EXAM💃💃💃💃

I failed this exam A LOT OMG

BUT guess what...I PASSED IT WITH 100/100

Girl I can't believe it🥹🥹

SAUR how do you think xikers will react to you passing an exam/important test that you were working on for a long time/stressing over a lot?

You can write it whenever you can cuz I think your requests are closed, BUT I CAN WAIT. I want YOUR thoughts because you are the best writer on this app frfr. So take your time

Anyways take care bestie, don't skip your meals, love youu🤍

-🌵 anon<3

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn!reader

• GENRE — proud xikerss :DD, slight kissing, almost wrote a whole fic for hunter-

• WORD COUNT — 782

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — sorry this is so late!! And good job on your tests :O

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle , @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @mars101 , @nenede , @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @the-lemon-boy , @yuniniverse

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Hes not even surprised atp, he knows how smart you are

But boy does he pretend to be shocked, his hand covering his mouth as he takes in another gasp

But his other hand is hiding behind his back

You seem to notice and the only thing he can do is giggle, revealing an neatly folded box

Turns out there was a very pretty necklace inside, minjae spinning you around to put it on you, whispering in your ear how pretty you look and how proud he is ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Makes sure you do nothing for the rest of the week

So what if its monday?? He'll do anything for his precious baby since you worked so hardd

Will make your meals and clean the kitchen, your room, your study area

Even gives you a bath

And he wont stop either, that is, if you want cuddles ♡

SUMIN ☆

Sumin knew how stressed out you'd get with your exams so he prepared you a little smth!!

(And also some tissues)

Finally uncovering your eyes, you find a self portrait of yourself studying

And lemme just say how beautiful you look

The lines sketched with such care and patients, now you know why sumin had been smiling so much lately ♡

JINSIK ☆

I think this calls for pizza!! 🗣🗣‼‼

Also makes sure you do nothing. All you gotta do is just there and look pretty and that was already took no effort

Also a movie night because why not, and you've been meaning to catch up on some movies, also why not??

His arm wrapped your shoulder at all times, and will whine if you try to move around

Plus random cheek kisses, yeah, thats about it ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Decides to buy tickets last minute and takes you to the fair!!

Lots of hand holding and pda, wiping some off the cinnamon off of your lips caused by your churros

Will attempt to get you those huge teddy bears, but sulks when he cant so you just gotta give him some kisses

Also the ferris wheel!!

Makes sure youre at the tippy top then he processed to tell you how proud his is and how special you mean to him, sealing it with a kiss ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Yall know junghoon isnt that big on physical affection

But when he hears the news hes a changed man

His eyes shot open and his hands moving faster than his brain, picking you up and spinning you around when he gives you the biggest kiss on your cheek

Wait whaat??

Wdym he did that no he didnt stop being so delusional he didnt kiss your cheek and secretly enjoyed it but not enjoying your teasings rn shut up 🙄 ♡

SEEUN ☆

"Really?! I thought you failed!!"

His response earned him a huge punch

But hes only joking, ruffling your hair before dialing his phone, calling everyone and their mom to tell the news

Man does more than just spill the tea, he makes it from scratch

Hes overally dramatic when he tells your adventure, saying how you had to cross 7 seas just to find the right answer.. but you love him anyways 🤷‍♀️ ♡

YUJUN ☆

Hes wants to hear all about it, so spill the tea 😠😠

Another one to think you taking a test was so dramatic, having to slay a dragon just to get the right answer to a question

And boy is he listening!! (He listens to you more than minjae)

He'd be so awestruck when youre done, his jaw lefted open and hes looking at you with sparkly eyes

Hes so proud of you too :(( ♡

HUNTER ☆

Also think hes like minjae with the gift giving, pulling out this beautiful bracelet he bought months ahead of time because he knew you'd do well

But unlike minjae, he takes you out to dinner!!

Yes, a big, fancy dinner. And hes paying for it all by himself <3

Hunters prince agenda omgomg

No bc he'd drop down on his knees to kiss the back of your hand, making sure to look up at you in the process, opens every. Since. Door in sight and also pushes you into your chair. Andd he also leans against the table to wipe something off the corner of your lips, giggling to himself bc youre just so adorable. i could write a whole fic honestly... ♡

YECHAN ☆

You passed your exam? Give him a hug

You got an A?? Give him a hug

You thought you were going to fail? Frowns at you, before hugging you tightly

Spends the rest of the day giving you so much love, youre only allowed to be in his arms

And is the boy so soft??? The most gentle hes ever been ♡

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roosterbruiser · 7 months

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𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 — 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐓

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄—𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

The figure is a stranger -- not Rooster. She recognizes that they’re separate from each other immediately. The possession hasn’t happened yet.

Fight, flight, freeze, fall. Nightingale is a fighter and in her dreams, she’s a freezer. She is never as afraid as she is in her dreams which is why Gwyar never gets her. This is a theme that continues all throughout her eventual pregnancy, too.

And the figure contorts, stretching and cracking with sickly pops that burst on your eardrums like gunpowder exploding from a barrel. --A hint that guns will be used later.

The candles burning means that she has matches. Matches come into play later at a very important part in the story…

Things are the worst in this story when it’s very, very quiet. It’s unnatural for the world to be so quiet, which is a part of Appalachian folklore--it means that there’s something unnatural coming. It means hightail it out of there.

Every time Gale has a nightmare, she wakes up to Bradley being there.

She wears jasmine perfume. Jasmine ia s symbol of love, beauty, and sexuality.

Carrie is a nod to her eventual blood-soaked fate.

She establishes she’s a heavy sleeper during this chapter, which is important for the chapter where Bradley sneaks out of the room to hurt Bob. “I’m usually such a log…”

Being a virgin is a classic final girl trope.

The whole blood drive obviously becomes a very important thing in later chapters. First of all, it establishes Jake’s deep-rooted fear of blood. It also establishes that Gale (a virgin AND universal donor) donated already. Finally, it establishes Bradley being a bleeder. All of these things are central themes in the story.

The rock that holds the nurse’s cabin door open eventually locks Gale in there with Bradley during the final showdown.

The storm coming signifies a big, big change. The weatherman is calling it the storm of the century and everyone is being warned that it is about to be brutal. A literal dark cloud looming over the horizon--one that will change everything.

Bradley “I’ll be on my best behavior” Bradshaw …

“Shoo,” you tell them. “Let the man bleed out in peace!” --Need I say more?

Hangman picks grape juice and Rooster picks apple juice. Tiny, tiny detail, but this is supposed to be a nod to forbidden fruit. Bradley eating the apple.

Hungry Like the Wolf is playing when Bradley is watching Gale clean off the examination table. This is supposed to signify that she is the evental prey and he is the eventual predator.

They have always played chicken with each other -- waiting for the other to give in. This doesn’t change during their final showdown. It is how Gale is eventually able to manipulate him. She makes him think that she gave up, which in turn gives her the chance to get the upper hand.

“Now, sit down on this table so I can make you bleed.” --A nod to the fate that eventually comes to Bradley.

“You’ve got a sweet touch,” he tells you softly, eyes lingering on your mouth as you stifle a smile. --Another nod to his eventual fate.

“Phobias are very real,” you tell Rooster. “It’s the brain’s way of trying to protect us from things it perceives as evil.” Rooster scoffs. “I must be Hangman-phobic, then,” he tells you. --Must I say more?

“You two are gonna kill each other before summer’s over,” you sigh. --So true, Gale.

He’s talking about Tara Hannity. She was supposed to be the only new hire of the summer, coming all the way from Kansas or something like that. She was supposed to help man the five and six-year-olds with Rooster, but unexpectedly resigned a week before camp was due to begin. --Her great uncle was a victim in the original slaying. When her parents figured out that the Camp Arcadia she’d been hired at was the same one her relative died at, they decided she wasn’t allowed to go. Red herring.

There’s little posters of your own, too--a Smokey Bear portrait that has been faded with age, his finger pointing towards you with an ONLY YOU printed across his fur. --It’s true. Only Gale can prevent wildfires. But she can also start them and get everyone rescued.

Christ--you feel like you’re going to be torn in half by the end of the summer. --And you kind of are, Gale!

“I don’t wanna have to break into that Epipac, okay, bud?” You tell Timmy with a small smile. --This is a small but intentional moment. Timmy tries to eat a candy bar with nuts in it despite having a severe nut allergy. Now, in the 80s, epi pens were epipacs which meant they were literal syringes with adrenaline in them. This is important for later on in the story.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

“Fuck me gently with a chainsaw,” Fanboy murmurs beneath his breath. --I’m such a tease.

When they almost lose the canoes, they draw sticks to see who has to go out and get them. Later on, they draw sticks to see who would leave Camp Arcadia. Ultimately, whoever drew the sticks would die. This is a parallel.

“Well, the storm sure had a fire lit under its ass, huh?” Rooster asks, laughing. --The storm is ushering in his eventual demise. Oops!

Whenever they retrieve the canoe, Gale won’t let Bradley go alone. She’s selfless like that. This is supposed to symbolize her unwillingness to let people go at things along--even if they're inherently dangerous or uncomfortable.

As silly as it seems, Bradley understands immediately why men drown trying to get closer to whatever beautiful creature is beckoning them to the water. He would trip over himself to be so near to you--even if it meant his body being lodged in algae and lilypads. --And he would do anything to see her again, even after he’s dead.

If he reaches out, if he really stretches out his arm and locks his fingers in place, he’d be able to graze your heel. He’d be able to wrap his fingers around it and pull you to him, against his body. But he doesn’t do that--in fear that he’ll accidentally pull you under. Plus, he isn’t a cheater like you are. & She thinks of you, splayed out on the dirt, not quite fast enough to outrun Bradley. Dying just within the reach of his fingertips, your hair caught in his fists when he lunges forward, your foot slipping on a rock and giving Bradley the opportunity to come forward and take you. One minuscule mistake, one lapse in your stride, one wrong placement of your foot on the earth and you’re gone. Just like that. Just like Bob. --Parallels!

“Can’t stand being beat by a girl, huh?” You tease with a grin. --Rooster doesn’t mind for sure. But Damien does.

“Might have to be taken back in on a stretcher!” --And she does get taken away from Camp Arcadia on a stretcher.

He is still so handsome, even soaking wet. & With wide, watery eyes, you gaze down at him. His mustache needs to be trimmed and his cheeks need to be shaved. His brows are slack and his eyes are shut. You wonder, for a moment, if you’ll ever find anything as brown as his eyes ever again. You’ll look for it forever, you think. His cheeks are pale and his lips are shut. Still so handsome despite it all. --Parallels.

“You’re dead meat if you do.” --So true, Coyote.

Everything goes quiet again when she sees the figure standing outside her door. It’s getting closer to her--testing the limits.

This thing--the figure--wants Nightingale just as badly as Bradley wants Nightingale. It wants to touch her, devour her. It needed to find a host with a similar want, one that is vulnerable and grievous.

When she wakes up from her second time seeing the figure, Jake is there. I did this for literal reasons (he came RUNNING to check on her after the lightning struck the tree) but also because I didn’t want to make it too obvious that Bradley is always there after she sees the figure.

The tree that was struck by lightning isn’t on fire, but it’s singed. So, a fire started and ended things at Camp Arcadia.

He hadn’t even realized he was running to your cabin until he was standing outside your door and watching your entirely still body in the bed. You were so utterly still, so utterly silent, that for one dreadful moment he thought you were dead. Even the rational part of him, which knew that a healthy girl like you wouldn’t just stop breathing in the middle of a thunderstorm, was seeped in panic. --Jake and Gale are endgame confirmed.

The sound of the figure scratching at the screen of your window is still echoing in your ears--a constant, ragged noise that makes your throat ache with dread. --It wants in.

He’s the best shot between all the counselors, a born and bred Texan, and he isn’t worried about running into anything he can’t handle. --Uh-oh….

The oak tree falling is symbolic. An oak tree is sturdy, deeply rooted in the earth. And suddenly it’s fallen, blocking their exit, marking the beginning of the end for everyone.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

It feels good to sit down: even though it’s a cool seventy-five outside, swinging the ax all morning and most of the afternoon has really taken its toll. --I’m sure it has taken its toll, buddy!

Bob’s gonna die when he hears this. --Need I say more?

You look very delicate with your hair up--your neck smooth and shapely like that of a preening swan. He can see it each and every time you swallow; it makes him want to reach out and press his palm there so he can feel all that spit going down, down, down. & He’s wrapping his hands around the column of your throat as you thrash viciously, kicking your heels into the dirt. And then, with the hands that caressed you so lovingly only a little while ago, he’s choking you. --Can you say parallels?

It’s a four-inch slice on his left hand that starts between his middle and ring finger and stretches across his palm. --Small detail about this. There is a vein called the Vena Amoris on your ring finger of your left hand and the vein runs directly to your heart. It’s why we wear our wedding rings there!

She does immediately--she isn’t like Jake. She doesn’t get squirmy at the sight of blood. But the warmth that’s pressing against her own palm as his wound keeps bleeding is decidedly yucky. Bob’s usually the one who deals with cuts and scrapes that you don’t need to address--he’s better at keeping them calm. Plus, he was a Boy Scout. She, of course, was a Girl Scout but never sold a box of cookies. --I just really love these details. I feel like both of these facts really embody who these characters are without giving you an in-depth analysis. Bob usually is better at keeping people calm and she is usually less grossed out by wounds.

“Hey, man, I’m the only thing standing between you and bleeding to death!” --This, of course, is an exaggeration at the time. But Nightingale could’ve said this and it would have been totally true.

“Paul,” Phoenix answers for Rooster, removing her hand from Rooster’s when you prompt her. “He keeps some in the maintenance shed, I guess. Said he hasn’t used ‘em in, like, two decades or some shit like that.” --And he was right. This was NO exaggeration!

“So, we’re stuck here, huh?” You ask Bradley. “You know, until the tree gets moved.” --You don’t know the half of it, sister.

“What do you want, then?” You ask. It feels like a loaded question. “A little birdie,” he whispers, throat dry. --He is also unknowingly talking about their eventual daughter.

He knows it’s selfish, he knows he should take what he has and nurture it, but he wants every single bit of you now. --He’s obviously still Bradley in this scene but this is very reminiscent of Damien. There’s a difference in what they want, like content-wise, but both of them want all of her.

“But he’ll sneak up behind you!” Susie croons, hopping over the threshold and wiggling her body in her rendition of a snake--which looks a lot like some sort of half-hearted belly dance. --Small detail but serpent imagery is supposed to evoke images of the Devil, of course. Plus he’ll sneak up behind you? Yeah…that’s got Devil written all over it.

The heat in your cheeks makes you fairly certain that you could start a fire just by pressing your face against some kindling. --Gale is surrounded by fire imagery...wonder what that’s about…

“He’s okay! But-but Nurse Nightingale thought she lost a rib!” “The Adam’s rib,” you answer pathetically, unable to meet Fanboy’s delighted gaze. “False alarm.” --So, in the bible, God makes Eve out of Adam’s rib. This is a symbol that women come from men and that women must stand beside men. This little detail, even though it’s a joke and a farce, means that Gale wasn’t created to stand by a man. She isn’t doomed to be side-by-side with him forever.

“How’s that rib, honey?” Fanboy asks, leaning forward and winking at you from beside Phoenix. He offers you the brandy bottle you’ve been passing around and you snatch it from him, biting a smile. He’s been teasing you and Rooster all night, which has delighted everyone except Jake. “Intact,” you answer, nose upturned. --Or is she doomed to be side-by-side with him forever…? The plot thickens.

“Cool it,” Javy whispers to Jake, squeezing his arm. “Work on your laser vision another time, brother. We can’t be short-staffed this summer!” --Definitely wanted to lay down some red herrings here and there about Hangman and his temper. I wanted people to truly wonder if it was him or Rooster!

Already you felt like you were going to be torn in half by the time August comes; now you’re beginning to wonder if you’ll even make it that long. --And no one there even comes to see August at camp.

“Invite me in,” he says, voice low. --Wanted this to be reminiscent of Dracula to further make people question. For those that don’t know, vampires must be invited in.

“What are you? Dracula? Just come in--!” --But also this is 80s campy horror and I wanted it to be a little self-aware. Little Scream moment.

There’s suddenly a fire in your belly. --Hmmm…fire again…

Overall, I wanted the scene between Jake and Gale to be telling of both their relationships. He is immature--to be fair, it’s part of his charm and he hasn’t been traumatized yet so we’ll let him have that--and part of that immaturity is wanting to stake some sort of claim over Gale. Like when he thinks about how much he likes her when she’s malleable beneath him, how it makes him feel good. Eventually, this immaturity dissipates (mostly from trauma) and him wanting to stake a claim over her gradually turns into him wanting to just plum take good care of her. Here’s an example from this scene where I think his immaturity shines: “And you can do nothing but comply, pushing yourself against his face. Fuck, this is exactly what Jake likes. He likes to feel the pressure of your hips as you desperately press yourself against him. He likes that you feel malleable right now, like he can tell you what to do and you’ll do it.” And here’s an example from the epilogue where I think his newfound maturity and respect shines through: “You know, I wish you had more faith in me,” he says carefully, voice drenched in sincerity. “I love you. I always have. You couldn’t tell me anything that would change that.”

“Christ,” you mutter, throwing your arm over your eyes. “You’re killing me.” --CHEEKY!!!

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PAC: 🦀

Im sick. As someone who has had a string of bad luck and hangs out with people pretty deep in practice I get the question: “do you think you are cursed?” And the answer is as someone whose whole entire life has just been a string of bad luck I do not think im cursed. I have just always had the shittiest luck. But thats life. Sometimes you get the ace sometimes you get the deuce. Either way. You have to play with the whole deck. If you are having a bad week heres some suggestions.

Pick a meme

The cards

The Star (Reversed) ✨

The Daughter of the Firmament, Tzaddi, Fish hook

Literally this bitch reversed means bad luck LMAOOOOOOOO. The tree of life and every aspect of the tree of life is represented via astrological association. The tree. And Hermes hovering over said tree. Due to the unfulfilled hopes, the disappointment you gained a pessimistic outlook. Don’t shut yourself off. Magically, socially, spiritually, materially, like just fucking don’t dawg. Shit does turn around even if you are at the apex of shit look for the light.

Suggestion: girly why are you slacking on shadow work?

Lust 💋

Venus in Leo, Chesed to Geburah, Fire

You are having issues with your below in the “as above so below” aspect. You seem to be suppressing primal aspects which may be causing issues with your mental health and or practice. You cannot have the divine without the primal you may as well enjoy it.

Suggestion: Be a whore you deserve it. 🩷

Two of Wands 🦷

Chokmah, Lord of Dominion, Mars in Aries, 1°–10°

Girl just hang tight. This card is about courage, justice, boldness. You need to confront the bullshit head on. Hiding from the fuckery will not help anything you need to fight it. If you got bad luck from breaking a mirror. Fight it. Fight the mirror. However this suit being a wand im feeling your bad luck is manifesting in an un physical way. Or it starts in the not physical and manifest slowly in the physical. Take that as you will.

Suggestion: Be the problem

Magus 🫁

Sun, Mercury in Aries, Kether to Binah, Air

Issues in your practice. We have all been there. Issues in practice which lead to a streak of bad luck weather it be because you are anxious or angry then everything has gone to shit or you reached something stagnant. OR you fucked around and found out and goddamn are you finding out. remember you are a bad bitch and they can’t kill you.

Suggestion: stop fucking with demons ur not cool or edgy you are about to get ur ass beat in a primal way. Just thank god ur not fucking around and finding out with angels and if you are RIP LMAOOOOO

Extras:

Story/vent: literally got sick as fuck after a shithole of a weeeeeek. I need to clean my room and do my cleansing rituals but my ass is to busy being reading and being a dick to do it lmao. I also reexplained ceremonial magic in a chaos magic sense and I made people not feel cringe as hell about doing it. So. Slay.

My kofi

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THICKER THAN BLOOD

PART ONE : misses on a mission!

content warning: fluff(?), profanity usage, platonic use of pet names (sunny, my girl, etc), not really proofread so beware of grammar mistakes…BLACK!FEM!READER

synopsis: the uzui’s get requested for a infiltration mission but this may be more than what they bargained for…

characters: tengen, makio, hinatsuru, and suma.

notes: this does contain some modern aspects that have been intertwined with the past of the taisho era…so just roll with it. also lowercase is intended.

[before the infiltrating the yoshiwara district]

in your eyes this was a normal day, waking up to makio yelling at suma who accidentally knocked something over or whatever happened…you were just exhausted.

‘hell, ion blame her, it’s 7 in the morning on our day off.’ you thought to yourself as you walked from out of your room to the main living room. hina was the first to notice when you walked in, makio and suma still in the midst of arguing.

“good morning [name]! hope you slept well.” she said with a small apologetic smile.

“morning hina.” you say letting out a yawn which, surprisingly, caught the attention of the other two women in the room.

“oh, good morning sunny!” suma says smiling with a pillow in her hand to block whatever makio was trying to throw at her.

“hi [name]...sorry for waking you.” makio says in an apologetic tone.

“let’s go get you some breakfast. mmkay?” hinatsuru says with her signature smile.

“yeah, sound nice. you guys should come too, i’m pretty sure you’re hungry.” i say trying to discreetly diffuse the situation going on in the living room. the four of us went into the kitchen to make breakfast. the calm atmosphere allowed my brain to fully awaken and think for a moment. i let my thoughts run wild while mixing up the dough and then realize someone was missing…

“where’s tengen?” i ask the three woman. ‘i know his supersonic hearing ass ain’t sleep.’ you thought to yourself.

“he went to meet with master. he should be back shortly.” makio stated while focusing on her task.

you hummed in satisfaction at her response, soon enough breakfast was ready and tengen eventually returned. although, he seemed a bit off but it’s tengen…nothings ever normal with him. you just decide to brush it off for now trying to focus on other morning task. it wasn’t until you finished helping makio clean the kitchen when something dawned upon you…

‘i haven’t washed my hair in three weeks fuckin round wit tengen ass.’ you thought as you excused yourself from the older woman’s presence, he thought it would be good bonding to slay demons together, honestly you thought it was a good idea but for THREE weeks straight??!! hell nah. migrating to the bathroom to start washing your hair, by the grace of god the process seemed easier than normal and you were done rather quickly.

(ah shit sum bouta happen..)

you were then sitting on the floor, in front of a mirror with various hair products spread around you. after about 45 minutes of doing 2 different hairstyles which didn’t work out, you reasoned with putting your hair in one puff and swooping your edges.

(mood asf)

walking out into the living room you find the four adults staring at you. they then motion you to come sit down so they can explain what’s going on. skeptically you do as your asked and sit down.

“please don’t tell me you pissed off shinazugawa again.”

“HUH? if i did then he had it coming!”

“can you focus on what we’re supposed to be talking to her about.”

oh right, he almost forgot. he didn’t wanna tell you but he had to, he wanted you to know, you needed to know. as he was explaining everything, himself and the wives watched as your face contorted, indicating that you wanted to make a comment, but you held your tongue in order to hear the whole story.

(why did i make that so dramatic like it’s not that serious.)

“so you’re tellin me that master wants us to infiltrate the red light district because of the girls disappearing too often..?” you say looking up at the white haired man trying to make sense of the situation.

“yes, we suspect a demon is hiding amongst them. master requested for us specifically because of our previous background.” tengen stated calmly.

he learned that infiltration missions made you nervous. the lack of info and the endless amount of ‘what if’s’, it was easier to have a foundation of what you were dealing with but you wouldn’t know until you got there. it could be one of the 12 kizuki or a demon close in power, then there was the possibility of multiple demons working together, not to mention that this could be the last mission for all of you. as you were lost in thought, you barely heard tengen calling out to you trying to retrieve an answer.

“yo..[name]!” he said damn near yelling.

“damnit. yes?” you said looking over at him.

“you in or..?” he looked at you with a seemingly blank expression.

“sure am.” you said as a toothy grin made its way onto your face.

“that’s my girl.” tengen replied with a similar grin now on his face.

this is lowkey ass but it’s been sitting in the drafts for TOO LONG!! if you (somehow) did enjoy then thanks for reading!!

#letmebeyourwoman😫💗#black y/n #demon slayer x black!reader #kimetsu no yaiba #x black!reader #x black reader #demon slayer #kny tengen #kimetsu no yaiba tengen #platonic tengen x black!reader #tengen uzui #uzui makio #uzui hinatsuru #uzui suma #the red light district arc #demon slayer entertainment district

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cont. from this post x for @stormyoceans ♥

My Top 5 Aesthetically Pleasing BLs in 2023

tried to only think about shows that aired this year and wowed me with their aesthetics overall. still, very tough choices.

I. I Feel You Linger in the Air

aesthetics in this show were truly phenomenal. they worked so well with the storytelling and the emotions in every scene and wrapped the whole series into this feeling of intimacy, love, and melancholy. sets, outfits, lighting, cinematography – all worked. many scenes looked like paintings. the music made it even better. overall 10/10.

II. Moonlight Chicken

i think p'aof is a genius when it comes to creating atmosphere with all these cinematic shots, with colors, styling, lighting etc. he knows how certain feelings and words should look like. that's why moonlight chicken as a whole works so well. it has this feeling of night-wrapped secrets and intimate feelings shared in the dark. i love that type of aesthetic so much.

III. The Eighth Sense

this show is so pretty without taking anything away from the rawness of the story. it's a mix of bright day shots by the sea and in the city, in all these mundane and neutral settings in classrooms and on the streets and in different houses. but there are also these gorgeous views and night shots that play with lighting and colors and shadows. it adds to the story so much.

IV. Only Friends

p'jojo likes playing with colors and the contrasts between them a lot. he likes bars and neon lights, all this artificial/unnatural light, which i think creates cool aesthetics for his shows. only friends reminded me a lot of 3 will be free aesthetically with more of a luxury vibe through characters like top and ray. i really dig it bc it's a different approach and works well with the type of stories he wishes to tell.

V. A Boss and a Babe

abaab has a very clean look, fitting for the office, but is still very pleasing to the eye. i especially like the play with colors like in the gif above. many of gun's spaces were colored blue or gray while cher was always colorful from his room to his clothes. overall, abaab was very aesthetic with some absolutely stunning shots and great styling and sets.

Bonus:

My Favourites in Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa & Never Let Me Go

vice versa is truly one of my favorite shows when it comes to aesthetics, so i am very happy they continued slaying in our skyy 2 ♥

despite the yellow tint, i truly love how never let me go looks, both in the original series and our skyy 2. i think they've captured the vibes very well.

i hope this wasn't too boring, i don't have too much to say other than ooohhh pretty shows!! me likey ✨

#this was such an interesting question #thanks monica!! ily ♥#i feel you linger in the air #moonlight chicken #the eighth sense #only friends #a boss and a babe #our skyy 2 #vice versa #never let me go

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stories-by-rie · 1 year

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127 try once more like you did before

it is time for another thing for @flashfictionfridayofficial, minor warning for mentioned smoking, other than that it's actually very lighthearted i think, 780 words, hope you have fun <3

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Someone too close was smoking too much. Usually Rabea was not that deep in someone else’s business--if they want to smoke, they can smoke! But this had to be the fiftieth cigar this evening because the smoke was actually clouding the tavern’s room and the whole atmosphere got a kind of mysterious that was too dramatic even for her tastes. Which really meant something, considering she sat in the darkest corner, the hood of her cloak covering half her face in shadows.

All she wanted to do was to get a tiny break before setting out into The Forest again, but perhaps journeying to the sea was a better idea, to get her lungs cleaned out by the salty ocean air. Actually, it seemed like a better idea the more she thought about it. A change in scenery had never hurt anyone and, sure, she had that one hire to venture into The Forest and destroy the wall’s gate and obtain a book from the library behind it that may or may not be cursed, but her client was immortal so a little vacation should be in it. Right?

Rabea just got ready to leave when the door opened and a group of young travellers came in. It was impossible not to overhear their conversation and who was Rabea to deny her ears.

“I followed the manual to the T”, one of them proclaimed. “My sword is polished, the tinctures are correctly labelled and my water bottles filled. There is nothing that could go wrong.”

“Did you also work through the chapter “Waterfalls and Other Sopping Escapades”? I mean, we’re going into The Forest, how many bodies of water could we possibly encounter?” another wondered.

“Well, I mean I skimmed it and I know the gist, so I consider myself well prepared, still”, the first one said.

Rabea took a deep breath and instantly lapsed into a coughing fit. Those younglings were about to see the last of their days.

“Very reasonable”, another mumbled, “I also skipped the chapter about fighting fire witches. Everyone knows those live near volcanoes, there’s no way we’re going to encounter one.”

The rest of the group agreed in different tones of mumbles and Rabea felt herself nearly cringe to death. It would be an embarrassing end, but surely everyone would see its inevitability. Fate truly was the cruellest of all.

“If I may be so bold to interrupt”, Rabea boldly interrupted with a raspy voice that made her sound at least another 430 years older, “but I happen to have ventured into The Forest before and I cannot recommend the chapter about fighting fire witches enough.”

The group turned towards her, eyeing her with suspicious gazes and one or two blanching faces.

“Oh shit, are there truly fire witches in The Forest?”, one of them asked with a thin voice.

“Well, not exactly, but there definitely are burning bog snakes and handling them roughly works the same way as handling fire witches”, Rabea replied. Not that anyone had given her that advice when she had walked into The Forest the first time, but she was a great supporter of shared and free knowledge. So.

Suddenly each and every one of them had burning questions (well, not that kind of burning) about The Forest and Rabea found herself answering them all with enormous professionalism backed by her own experiences.

“Who even are you?” one of them asked with an impressed spark in her eyes.

“Me? I am Rabea.”

“Rabea the Ruthless?” one cried and suddenly, the whole group looked again as if they were ready to bolt out of the tavern.

“I? Don’t know?” Had she gained a moniker while she had been trying to conquer The Forest? Why had no one told her about this?

“Rabea the Ruthless who is known for slaying even the greatest beast, who has ventured into The Forest countless times and remained victorious no matter how many times she tried? Who ruthlessly goes against anyone in her way? That Rabea?”

Well. That sounded somewhat more dramatic than she had expected. With great flourish, she pulled back her cloak’s hood.

“Maybe? I sure have been in The Forest quite a lot. But only because I keep failing at my mission? So I am really not certain if that holds up to anyone’s expectations.”

The group stared at her now with a mixture of wonder and fear.

“If even Rabea the Ruthless keeps failing, how are we supposed to even make it behind the first line of trees?” the biggest of the group cried pitifully.

Rabea took a coughing sigh. It seemed like the ocean would have to wait.

#writeblr #my writing #writing community #flash fiction #the fact that i wrote again is weird after such a long break #the fact that it is already friday again is actually deeply unsettling who allowed time to pass and may i have a word #i find myself absolutely hilarous i cannot stress it enough #but i sure as hell can stress myself more and go through my 500+ memory cards #this text has been brought to you by the inspiration i gained from the group chat convo i was part of an hour ago #(title stolen from abba's chiquitita because some of us have songs stuck in their heads okay)#(the title has nothing to do with the story but it's better than no title)#i actually think this is the best thing i wrote since brunhilde #probably exists in the same universe actually i see now that it would fit #*gasp*#what if the wall rabea wants to break through is bruno's tomb #wait no i have to study for uni aaaah #127 #try once more like you did before

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Hiya Devin :) for the recent ask game!

10 (short, huh?), 26, 27, 43, andddd for 50: Why writing? What inspires you/ got you into it in the first place? Thanks Devin :) Hope you're having a slay day! <3

Hey, Devin here!

10. How tall are you?

Did you know... shortness is only a matter of perspective? I'm 191 cm. Obviously. Like Floyd Leech. You should totally believe me.

150 cm

26. What are some seemingly childish things you like?

Ohhhh, that's a very cool question! Ummm.... hmmm...

I really like cute notebooks, planners, scrapbooks, and calligraphy sets! I don't have a creative bone in my body when it comes to writing legibly, much less decorating planners or scrapbooking, but it seems like a good hobby!

Another a childish thing I like? I really like my happy stims! It's a sore point for me in real life, especially if other people are in the room when I stim, but I like flapping my arms or jumping up and down. The happy chemicals create more happy chemicals in an unstoppable feedback loop that has originated since childhood. :D

Ohhhh, puns! I like to grab seemingly random objects and making puns out of them!

I mean, with all of these questions... It seems like this is a quest ur on to know more details about me! ;)

Yes, I know it's bad shhhh...

27. What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times?

Oh gosh, please don't be mad at me, it's been years since I've read a book that wasn't a reference text or a manual. Can fanfictions count? From my most recent memory, even though it's been a while since I've last read it (but I have read it upwards to 10+ times over the years)... Snakeskins by Lsunnyc.

I know you like worldbuilding and lore, guess what that fanfic is composed of! (It's also one of my main inspirations to how I write nowadays. I really look up to that author and you should check them out and their ao3 if you're interested!). It's a Hetalia/Harry Potter crossover fanfic and it's... very long, but hey. It's really well written.

But an actual book? Gosh... No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai? That's one of the last few books I remember reading and that was definitely a trip. I related to the main character a bit too much and the subject matter, trajectory of the character... It really hits and there's a reason why the book has the reputation it has.

43. Do you have siblings? How many?

Yup! Two of them!

50. Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

Why writing? What inspires you/ got you into it in the first place?

(Answer under the cut because it got too long!)

Okies, so I know in the past I think I admitted to having started posting fic in 2012 and my first fandom was for Tokyo Mew Mew. However! My first ever fanfic was for Sharkboy and Lavagirl and it was written on yellow legal pad and will never see the light of day ahaha!

The reason I bring that up is because when I was younger and school would let out for the summer, our class would have this ritual of throwing away our tattered old notebooks that we weren't planning on using for the next school year into the recycled bins. However, before I left for home, I would take all of the notebooks that had been dropped into the recycle bins, take them home, rip out the old notes and doodles, and then keep them over the summer.

So that I can write in them.

I started in fifth grade when I realized that it would be a waste just to let those notebooks be recycled when there were some that had tons of clean pages??? In them??? That's why I saved those poor notebooks.

The thing was, I didn't realize that I had like half a dozen or so notebooks that had clean pages that I realized... I could do things with the notebooks. So, over the course of the summers from 5-7 grade, I would write short stories (seriously, short as in like one paragraph long onto a single page and call it a day). It wasn't until the summer of 7th grade that I realized... wait, why write stories only in the summer? Why not write during the whole year instead?

At that point, I amassed a lot of notebooks and scraps of papers filled with stories. Somewhere along the way, I shifted from purely original fiction to fanfiction because it was through my first official fandom (Tokyo Mew Mew) that I realized fanfiction was a thing.

I totally thought, upon reading my first fanfic in ye old ffnet, that it was actually canon material until I checked the comments and other stories. And thus, my eyes were opened.

So yeah, come eighth grade and beyond, I began writing more fanfics in my free time and eventually, in high school, I began bringing my fanfic notebook into class so that I could work on them during breaks.

I think what really inspires me to write would be because... there are entire swathes of the story, of the behind scenes, that we never get to see in canon. You can infer a lot from subtext or hints dropped from characters alluding to events, character perceptions, etc. but there's a difference from accepting the subtext or canon as it is and... Taking what you know and then adding depth to it and transforming it into something new.

I don't know... breathing life into characters who already has an established character is so exhilarating to me! There are people out there who roll their eyes at fanfic, but like??? Writing a character and making them stay in character while also transforming them in the process??? It's creation in one of its more pure forms while also paying homage to the original creator.

There's a quote somewhere... maybe on tumblr? and this person said that writing fanfic or any sort of transformative work is like playing with the sandbox that the original creator has left behind. That's what I'm doing, I'm playing in a sandbox.

And I'm having a lot of fun with it! :D

Anywhoozles, thank you so much for the questions and I hope that you have a wonderful day!

Feel free to ask more questions and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D

#fjshii #fjshii ask #answered #ask game #information about Devin

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10, 16, 18, and 20 for the munday meme!

10. Would you be friends with your muse if they were real?

I'm very loveable between younger boys for a reason (cousins, neighbors, my lil brothers' friends-) so I think I'd get a long with Shou & Shigeo & tlp :'), lots of mothering and berating involved, I'm not the eldest daughter for nothing x'D Kyojuro and Uta are too extroverted my introverted ass is SCARED Σ(°ロ°) Aoi shares a lot of traits with me I can see the both of us cleaning up an entire idk castle then having tea ...

16. Favourite trope?

Anything & everything that involves exploring the vulnerability of one's self, breaking down characters to pieces then putting them back together v neatly ! :] I like that a lot, I also like writing ambiguous morality, I can write a whole bunch of goody two shoes but slowly you'll see how everyone is kind of fucked up in their own way, sometimes it's harmless, just there- sometimes it has really great weight on the characters and how they interact with others. All in all, I'm a sucker for darker themes with little rays of light here and there! I try to make sure it's perfectly balanced as all things should be uwu

18. Are there any AU’s you’d like to explore but haven’t had the chance to yet?

Oh my god, you've opened a can of worms, and it's mostly Shou brain worms- but yES I have SO MANY AUs. Starting with kny I always loved the modern demon hunting AU, I know it's literally the same story but like modern but no, THE VIBES would be sooo different, so neat, the corps having tech that's more advanced than the regular masses?? demons would actually be much less in numbers and less known to people, demon slayers going to school & simple jobs & hiding their demon slaying careers, secret missions, nosy citizens & media, and everyone in suits cuz im insane, that's the good stuff.

As for mp100 I have way too many ideas and this post would get so long so I'm just gonna write 2, first is an AU I like to calll "foul & fair" based on a fic I read once, where Shou is a man of no woman born, intead he's a being completely made of the core of his father's psychic energy, impossible & unnatural & innocent & literally his father's biggest fear on earth and Shou doesn't even KNOW, there are too many possibilities, how'd he go about knowing, how are other psychics handling it, how Shou lives between humans when he can't call himself one- it's a very fun AU i love it sm i die. Idea number 2 is amnesia au set after the events of confession arc, I'm gonna avoid spoilers and just say Toichiro sends his son flying as a means to protect him, Shou gets head trauma & forgets everything ever, no one handles it well, some are guilt ridden, some want to support him but don't know how, his mother is devastated, but it also gives so much room to explores so many new dynamics & have Shou process all his past & present trauma in such new light. I'm also devastated :)

20. How do you overcome writer’s block?

I don't. lol

jk jk, I like reading fanfics, I like reading fanfics a lot especially one shots cuz they explore a single idea in few words and offer a lot of inspiration! other than that I dive into pinterest and get drowned in fanart and quotes and then im ON FIRE again in no time !

#my brain be braining with these aus for real #if anyone writes my aus with me I'd literally eat glass for them #no cap #THANK U FOR SENDING THESE BEL SORRY IT'S LONG #*EXPLODES*#⤷ ᯽･ﾟ: peachy matters | asks.

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celestialjupe · 1 year

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Girlblogging: 1/11/23 20:46

Today was weird but chill? i woke up violently hungover, which was surprising. I went to the bar with my dad last night, i had a lemon drop martini and a shot of fireball, from the bar we went to kroger and i got a six pack of these twisted tea things. When i got home i realized they were only 4% so naturally, i drank four as quickly as possible....that was my mistake. It was overall a pretty chill hangover though, i threw up twice and slept my day away. also got my period..slay.

After i woke up i joined a livestream with some of my friends and after a bit decided to take a shower. I have a friend I'm not talking to currently, and today is her birthday and i wrote a message out to send but decided that might be a bad idea. I mean, it's kind of selfish to send a message to someone on their birthday when yall arent talking, right? idk the night is young and i don't want to throw her off by sending a message, i do feel shitty though, about the whole situation, mainly because im so confused lmao. Overall, i figured if she wanted me to say something then we would probably still be talking right? Plus, all i could think of was everytime a friend of mine gets a message from someone they aren't talking to on their birthday, and they never feel good about the message, regardless if the gesture was genuine. So overall it seems like something you do when you just want to make yourself feel good, but there's a lack of self awareness in taking that sort of action i think. It does suck though, but I'm okay with that, i just hope she enjoys her birthday and idk i hope it's the best one yet because she deserves the best.

Anyways, i think the playlist i put together for january is actually so good. I always like my monthly playlists obviously, but this one is really matching my mood so far. I've listened to it all the way through a few times already, which i usually never really do, at least not in one day. I'm going to catch up tonight and do my laundry and clean my bathroom. my room is still clean, but i could organize it a bit more. I'm a lot happier since i've stopped transiting my 8-12 houses, right now im transiting through my first house so thats been nice and i feel like i am finding a lot out about myself. I'm also so so happy that the holidays are finally over. It's nice to have alone time again, i always feel completely strung out by thanksgiving, and then comes christmas. It's torture! i dont get it! I did have a good christmas this year though, i think im starting to understand my extended family on a new level and thats so cool. Regardless, i think I'd rather chill alone, but i feel guilty about that obviously , because i do love and care for my family, especially as i get older. Memories soften, ya know? Thanksgiving was hard though, november in general was hard. And seeing everyone just really highlighted this rejection wound which kind of sucks because you sit there and you wonder why you're so different from all of your family, and you wonder why that difference makes it hard for them to talk to you, and then you wonder how they knew about that difference before you did. THEN you have to realize that no one is talking to you because you're the one being quiet, sitting there overanalyzing everything, when its supposed to be easy. Talking to your family is supposed to happen naturally and smoothly, and you're the one with the problem because for you it doesn't come naturally. Tough, girthy pill to swallow but i think i finally got it down this thanksgiving, because christmas came with ease. So, I'm thankful for that.

I also think the amount that i think is rotting my brain. Like shhhhh...shh...shh stop talking to yourself and start doing actual things. Actual things are fun, sitting in the same spot for hours and reminiscing on every negative experience you've ever had is not fun. I also heard something the other day thats maybe kind of silly, but it put a lot into perspective for me. Someone said that the way you spend your day to day is the way you live your life. first of all, duh. second of all thats literally the most profound discovery and i can't believe i haven't thought of that! what the fuck? So, I've really been putting in an effort to be more mindful and present instead of living in my head because im getting nothing done with that. I'm thinking of sobering up too, at least with alcohol. The hangovers are not worth it, and i just feel like it's not as fun as it used to be, plus i think i have a bad handle on my limitations. I don't get extremely white girl wasted or anything, but theres been a few times where i start to pass out and i worry that i might have given myself alcohol poisoning and my dad is gonna find me dead and drunk and that would be terrible i would be dead but i would still feel so bad if my dad had to find me, like fucking idiot!!! anyways yeah, plus being drunk is like, the opposite of being mindful and present. So it seems i have more reasons to sober up than to not sober up, drinking doesn't really serve me. Just like psychedelics always drag me down a bit, at least acid does really really drag me down. Acid is confusing because the entire time you're on it you're just like, jesus christ why did i do this? SIX MORE HOURS? oh god what if it never ends, what if this is just my life now? and then you still take it again, i don't get what that's all about. I haven't done acid since july, and that trip was cool but it also kind of sucked. It made me really self-concious and reclusive afterwards. Then i did shrooms a few times and stopped in august. My shroom trips are usually pretty cool, shroom trips are just like: YOU HAVe A LIFE!!! YOU FUCK!!! A LIIIIFEEE!!!!!!! The last time i did them, it hit me in the shower, and i knew i had done too much, but the good thing about shrooms is you can just watch fantasia and then its pretty much over, so thats what i did. I sat in my bed and just focused on fantasia, which is one of my favorite movies now, it's impossible to have a bad trip to fantasia. After fantasia i had this realization that i spend a lot of my time being miserable, so i just decided to not be miserable anymore. It's not quite that easy, especially when you're insane, but it did help! I think i might watch fantasia tonight actually, im overdue for a rewatch.

That's all i have for today. Thank you if you took the time to read! please eat well, stay hydrated, and focus on what you love!!

#girlblogging

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angel-eyes05 · 10 months

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bite the hand (chapter 7)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!oc x miguel o’hara

warnings: there might be spoilers for atsv in this so watch the movie before reading this, blood description, angst but with comfort this time yippie

word count: 1.5k

notes: i lied that i didnt post this chapter soon after 6 LMAO sorry im a procrastinator

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The antique shower head spurted out water in clumps as Lorena turned the dial on after calming herself down. She went to feel the temperature after letting it run to get warmer for a second.

Freezing cold.

She groaned to herself. Whatever, she thought to herself.

The bloody, sweaty, purple fabric stuck to her skin as she tried to peel her suit off of her body, almost if it was merging with her. It was all she new how to be now. Without a home, without a family, this was all her identity was at this point. A Spider-Man with no city to protect. Pathetic.

Once her suit was off, she was able to get a better measure of her injuries. The dried up blood connecting her skin together made it even more painful to move her leg and arm. She used the cold shower water to scrub off the concoction of sweat and blood on the bullet holes. Even though she normally hated cold showers, Lorena was just happy to wash herself off. This was probably the first time she had a shower in weeks, constantly being on the run. The past couple of weeks rolled off of her skin with the droplets of water. The dirt that had knotted itself into her scalp made its way down the drain.

After she shut off the water, she realized that the only clothes she had with her right now was her dirty suit. She just settled for the stained robe that laid sloppily folded in the compartment under the sink. She then filled the bathtub up with water, cleaning her suit with the limited amount of soap in the shower, and hanging it on the shower pole to dry.

Just as she was about to open the door to leave though, she paused. Right. It had been so quite she forgot he was even there. She didn’t want to look at him. Not after what he said to her. Not after admitting to what he did. Part of her felt bad for bursting out on him like that after he opened up to her, but she was too blinded by anger to care.

With the bathtub still wet, and her suit dripping into it, she gave up and just decided to sleep on the rug. She wasn’t sure of the time, but she was too worn out to stay awake, as she drifted to sleep on the uncomfortable tile.

A nightmare similar to the one a few nights ago disturbed her from her sleep, as the cold floor sent shivers through her body. Her reach for a towel underneath the sink for extra warmth proved to be in vain when she realized there weren’t any left.

Remembering how Miguel had found extra towels from the hallway connecting the main room to the bathroom, she quietly creaked open the door to make her way there. She assumed Miguel was asleep, so she was fine walking out there. Just as long as he didn’t wake up. She turned off the bathroom light before opening the door to ensure he stayed asleep.

Pitch black consumed the outside room. The tossing sound of the bedsheets was made by Miguel, sleeping silently. Lorena quietly made her way to the closet, using her hands to feel around the walls for the handle. As she worked in the dark, she kept her ears open for any sounds Miguel would make, signaling that he might be waking up. Once she found the handle, she carefully slid the wooden door open. To her dismay though, creeks and squeaks rattled through the room as she moved the door. She stopped for a second, her eyes darting over to the bed. All she heard was more tossing. She let out a breath of relief.

Instead of trying to continue to open the door, she instead stuck her hand inside the crevice she created. She whispered little curses under her breath as she wiggled her hand inside the closet.

“Would you just sleep in the bed instead?”

She froze, then sighed, ignoring him. She fully opened up the door this time, no longer caring about the noise it would make. “It’s big enough for the both of us,” he insisted again. “No, O’Hara,” she said, heading back for the door. Once she opened it though, the bright light of one of his laser webs shot past her pulled it shut. She whipped her head around to see his face, slightly illuminated by the glow. “Please?” he wished softly. She rubbed her face with her hands. The floor was uncomfortable.

She drowsily made her way over to the bed and climbed into it with her back turned to him. Even with Miguel scooting over to the very edge, his body took up most of the space. As much as she wanted to wiggle away and keep the space between them, she couldn’t get very far without almost falling off the bed. She had to admit though, the heaviness of the quilts warmed her up almost instantly. And it also helped that Miguel was basically a heater.

The both of them sat in silence for a while, despite them both being awake. Then, Miguel decided to break it.

“I’m sorry.”

It was weak, mixed with the drowsiness of his voice and the loss of previous charm and confidence.

“Me too,” Lorena repeated back after a while.

Silence again.

“You’re not a coward,” he said as if he’s been thinking about it since their argument.

“And you’re not a hypocrite,” she said back, even though she still believed it slightly.

…

“You were awake when I first opened the door, weren’t you?” she asked after some time.

“Yes. You were too?”

“Wasn’t tired.” Liar

A soft, low hm came from his mouth.

Lorena turned around to face him. “How about this. To get ourselves sleepy, I’ll ask you a question about yourself, and you ask a question about me. Ok?”

He took a moment to think. “Okay.”

“Ok, I’ll go first. What’s the deal with your suit? Is it a hologram or something?” she said quickly, as if she had been waiting to ask him that for a while. He chuckled at her enthusiasm. “Not exactly. It’s more of a molecular-nanotech sort of situation. It’s made so my claws don’t rip through the fabric. But no, it’s not made from fabric like most variants do.”

“Woah. That’s super cool,” she said in awe. “Okay your turn.” Miguel made a thinking sound as he sat. “Where’s your family from?”

“My parents were born and raised in Mexico, had me in Cuba, and then moved to New York after my aunt and uncle went there first.”

“That’s…confusing. But my mom’s from Mexico too.”

“But your last name…?”

“My dad’s Irish.”

“Ohhhhh. That makes sense.”

Their back and forth questions continued on for what seemed like hours. “Okay okay, give me a serious question now,” Miguel asked her, in the middle of a laugh. She took a moment to think to herself. “Do you remember those little kids on Earth-1732?” He gave a small nod. “The little girl…you seemed upset after I made a joke about you and kids. It was because of your daughter, right?” she asked hesitantly. He took a deep breath. “Yes.” They were both silent for a little bit. “How do you do it?” “Do what?” he asked, confused. “Keep going after losing someone like that. After seeing reminders of them everywhere you go,” she said, her face partially hiding in the pillow. “I assume you’re talking about Eddie?” She nodded.

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“You don’t forget.” She looked up into his eyes. “You keep going by not forgetting them. By doing the things you know they would want you to do. And they would want you to keep going. By moving on, while still keeping them in the back of your head. It’s what I know Gabi would want for me…and I’m sure it’s what Eddie would’ve wanted for you.” Embarrassment flooded her body as she tried to hide the tears coming out from her eyes. “I just…I don’t know how I’m going to be able to face him again after what I did,” she said shakily through her tears.

What Miguel did next surprised her enough to get her to stop crying for a second. What were once muscular, dangerous weapons shifted into soft pillows as she was wrapped into his body in an embrace. She quickly hugged him back, tightly, and sobbed into his chest. He rested his head on top of hers as he felt her body shake beneath him.

Up until now, he had kept his distance whenever he saw her visibly upset. Previously, it was due to his detest for her. Then, it was due to her feelings. He feared. Feared that getting too close to her would end up in disaster, due to his suspicions that she still carried feelings for her past lover. But now, he didn’t care. Miguel just wanted to be there for her.

Her second round of crying today took up the rest of the energy she had, putting her fast asleep while still in his arms. Her soft, light breaths tickled his arm hairs, as he pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. He even gathered the courage to give her a small peck on her forehead. “Que duermas bien mi querida,” he whispered softly to her, before quickly following her into slumber underneath the heavy quilts.

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NEXT CHAPTER

a/n: its short but its cute...take appreciation for it now cause it will be painful in a few chapters lmao

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#miguel o'hara x oc #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara #into the spider verse #fanfic #spiderman across the spiderverse #fanfiction #spiderverse #oc x miguel o'hara #spiderman oc #spiderverse oc #spiderman #spidersona

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windvexer · 2 years

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follow-up to this post

I'm calling it, "how to do magic as if you are magical and the whole of nature is listening"

say = think, sign, write, or any vehicle of communication

presence of energy = candle, incense, sunlight, moonlight, breeze/wind, running water, yourself while you're already feeling those emotions/thoughts/beliefs, etc.

Cleansing object: blow on object, wipe it off

Cleansing object: wash it in the sink

Cleansing self: take shower

Cleansing self: change clothes

Cleansing self: listen to music

Cleansing space: light a candle in the room

Cleansing space: open a window, let air flow through

Cleansing space: sweep/clean floors

Blessing object: look at the object. say, "you are special." also mean this in your heart. give it a lil kiss or a lil pat with your thumb

Blessing space: pat door frame. say, "you are a special room." feel how the room is special and good. tell the room you love it

Charging object: bring object into presence of energy and ask it to fill itself up. tell energy you would like it to fill up the object. leave the two to their privacy

Charging space: exactly as "Charging object" but you cant move the space so you gotta find a way to get the energy to it

Dedicating object: tell object to prepare itself for its new life. tell it that its fate and destiny are about to be forever changed. speak to whomever object will be dedicated to. say, "this is for you. i give it to you. you own it now"

Enchant food or beverage: tell food or beverage what you want it to do. realize you will spend some of your energy to enchant it. say, "I spend my energy to craft my reality." stir food or beverage for a few moments until you suddenly feel more tired. say, "this is magical now, and whoever consumes it will absorb that magic"

Enchant object: tell object exactly what you need it to do. tell it you will feed it energy so it can be born to its new purpose. bring object into presence of energy and ask it to fill itself up. tell energy you would like it to fill up the object, specifically to fulfill the objects new purpose. leave the two to their privacy. when you return, tell object, "i have captured power in you, you are magical now, and you will be forever." (optional: repeat daily for 3 days)

Cast spell 1: exactly as "Enchant object," but object is a candle, incense, or sigil. Once enchanted, burn into ashes. dispose of remnants in a strange way

Cast spell 2: put together a lot of little objects into a container, instructing each one to its purpose. then tell the entire container its master purpose. then enchant the entire container exactly as "Enchant object"

Cast spell 3: take some string into the presence of energy. tell the string it will hold some magic in knots. tell the energy you will capture it in knots. tell yourself what you will capture in the knot. tie the knot. say, "I have captured power." repeat until there are enough knots

Curse others: exactly as any "Cast spell," but your purpose is always to harm another

Curse self: much easier than "Curse others." all you need to do is speak bad words about yourself to others

Undo spell: exactly as "Cast spell 1," but its purpose is to be the exact opposite of the unwanted spell, so they equalize each other

Undo spell: exactly as "Cast spell 1," but its purpose is to be a little knight who rides across the land to slay the first spell-dragon

Undo enchantment: say to object, "yesterday was the last day of forever. it is time for you to go back to your old life. let go of the magic within you, and return to your long sleep." bury in salt or earth for 3 days.

Binding: exactly as "Cast spell 3," but instead of [energy], take the string into the presence of what is to be bound, and tell the string to tie it up and hold it so it can never be let go

Glamour self: your aura is a constant projection of everything you currently are. breathe in how you want to be perceived and breathe out how you will be perceived. your breath coats your aura like steam on glass. it will also fade like steam on glass. repeat every day the glamour is desired

Close yourself off to spirits: say, "i do not want to be in contact with any spirits. no thank you." believe this in your heart also

Mega close yourself off to spirits: say, "i do not believe in spirits actually, even more than that, they are not real at all; so i have no concerns in coming into contact with them." believe this in your heart also

Open yourself to spirits: say, "i am actually quite fine with being in touch with helpful spirits, or at least neutral ones, but definitely ones that mean me no harm"

Banish spirits: say, "i am the only witch in this house, and i choose what energies are here and what spirits may stay. someone else may have invited you, but they do not have the right to invite you, and i am telling you now that you must go. leave now as a friend or be destroyed as an enemy" believe this in your heart also

Banish humans: exactly as "Cast spell 1," but instruct the consumable object to chase the human far away as its released

Pray: say things, but to someone who isnt in the room with you

Build a shrine: make a mood board dedicated to that being, but instead of digital pictures its physical objects, and all the objects are in one little area. then, perform "Dedicating object" over entire space

Build a spellcasting altar: exactly as "Build a shrine," but the vibe is things that remind you of power and your own power. then, perform "Dedicating object," but you dedicate it to yourself

#thats long enough for now #just starting #witchblr #witchcraft 101 #spellbook #grimoire #book of shadows #beginner witch

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lucifers-horror-harem · 3 years

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Can I request headcanons for a poly relationship with Brahms and Vincent Sinclair?

Oh my gODDDDD ANON UR MIND!!! Legit I went OFF with this headcanon post and honesty I’m obsessed with this pairing now. I might even write a smutty one shot regarding this but like fuckkkkkk I hope y’all enjoy this cause i had SO MUCH FUN writing it!

Brahms/Vincent/Reader Poly:

Since Brahms and Vincent are two killers that are based in a specific location and would probably never leave their homes, here are a few specific headcanons for each killer in the other’s home.

Vincent in the Heelshire Manor wouldn't affect him too greatly, other than the nagging feeling of being homesick. Though if he has you by his side, it makes the ache less harsh. For the most part as long as Vincent has a room he can call his workshop he really won't mind. And because the Heelshire mansion is so huge there would be more than enough room for such.

Brahms would be very against having Vincent in the walls, feeling threatened by his presence, but once he is more used to the three of you being together he might not mind it as much. Actually, Vincent enjoys Brahms' space. He finds the room quite relaxing, though a bit too cramped for his liking.

Ultimately, both are fine as long as they are given their privacy to work and relax on their own time.

Brahms in Ambrose would cause the most upheaval. He would glue himself to your side, following you wherever you went as you were the only comfort he had in this strange place. Brahms isn't used to not only being out of the walls but essentially having a whole town to himself to explore. It would be a lot at first, but with yours and Vincent's gentle urging, Brahms would slowly embrace this new change.

He would love the tunnels under Ambrose, allowing him to move to different places in town without needing to walk down the street just in case there were visitors in town. He prefers to slip in and out of places largely unnoticed so less attention is brought to him.

While he does not actively participate in the slaying of visitors in Ambrose for the wax collection, he has been known to attack anyone he deems a threat to you or the Sinclairs. This is his home now and anything that is a threat to that home must be dealt with accordingly (and brutally). Vincent often complains that Brahms ruins the bodies, but understands that Brahms can't control himself when he reaches that point.

Speaking of the other Sinclair brothers, Bo unsurprisingly hates Brahms. When Brahms first arrived, he was very shy and nervous around Bo, actively afraid of the loud and easily angered brother. Once he realized that Bo was no threat to him, he actively enjoyed "playing" with him. Bo hates it when he uses his childlike voice, but Brahms continues to do it anyways to put Bo on edge. Brahms might also use his stealthy abilities to purposefully scare Bo, appearing out of nowhere and giving him a heart attack and running off before Bo can retaliate. Bo would never admit it openly but Brahms intimidates him simply from his stature and the inability to read him.

Lester was intimidated by Brahms when he first arrived, the man much taller and more muscular than he was. But when Brahms learned about the road kill Lester collects and disposes of, he simply asked if he could take care of the rats as well. Lester did, and the two have no issues with each other, though Lester still feels a slight unease when around the other man.

Now, for the personality dynamics of the boys.

Brahms and Vincent get along much better than one might initially suspect. The two are utterly territorial men, often with you in the middle of their affections, however they eventually grow to understand each other and how it would be easier to protect you if they were both there. You’re the common denominator that keeps them from fighting each other, and the fact that you dispense love equally between them is an important factor.

The two will eventually grow to respect each other as well, with Brahms eventually being comforted by Vincent's company if you are unavailable. He will often sit quietly with Jonesy as he watches Vincent work on his sculptures, very rarely interrupting him. Vincent isn't bothered by this presence, and is often comforted if either you, Brahms, or the both of you are in the room with him doing whatever as he sculpts.

Vincent grows fond of Brahms, feeling protective of him when he becomes distressed and overwhelmed. Growing up with Bo, he has learned how to help diffuse highly volatile situations. Even if he can't speak very well, his gentle reassurances help while he deescalates Brahms’ tantrums. A plus for you, really.

As the two of them both wear masks to hide their faces, they might reveal themselves sooner rather than later simply because they're in the presence of another person that truly understands what their going through, as well as someone who loves them unconditionally (you, of course). Expect them to take of their masks one night while the three of you are together, the two of them slowly revealing themselves to each other and you. Brahms’ burn scars, and Vincent's scars each on one side of their face, cause them to be moved when they first see each other. They'll have their masks off around you more often after that.

Now,,, the somft dating headcanons,,,

Brahms and Vincent are both touch starved individuals so just expect to be giving lots of love to these boys. Just you cuddling with them makes them melt, and if they see you giving attention to one you know the other will grow jealous until you give them some love as well. Brahms is much more clingy than Vincent however, and you'll have to be a bit more firm with him about your space even if he ignores it most of the time. Vincent is a lot more shy so when you give him hugs and kisses he is more likely to freeze up instead of latch onto you like Brahms the Leech Boy would.

Both spoil you as much as humanly possible, mostly with love and physical affection though they have their own little ways of treating you. Vincent makes you small wax sculptures all the time, enjoying the smile on your face as you look the figure over with adoration. Brahms gets a bit annoyed over this, as he doesn't have much of an artistic hand. But Vincent is happy to give him some wax and either let him mess around with it or teach him some techniques to properly use it. Brahms is so proud once he is able to make you something small, probably a bowl, and he absolutely melts when you squeal in delight at his thoughtful gift. Vincent can't help but feel happy himself too.

Lots of snuggle piles with the three of you, often with you in the middle. While they don't tend to have a favorite position as long as they get to hold you, they do have a few regular positions. When you read out loud to them, Vincent tends to sit behind you, your back up against his chest, as Brahms is tangled amongst both of your legs as he rests his head on your lap, his arms draped around your middle. Vincent holds the book open for you so both of your hands are free to pet and play with Brahms’ hair, which he thoroughly enjoys. Sometimes Vincent and Brahms will swap places, or one of them will rest their head against your chest as you act as the big spoon. Also expect many blankets and pillows to further complete your nest as well.

Luckily for Bo, Brahms’ need for structure in the form of the daily chore list will keep you busy cleaning up the living space and making enough food to feed all the men you were caring for now. If Bo has been particularly good, Brahms might tag along with you to the gas station to deliver him lunch after you bring Vincent his. Vincent is usually busy with his art so you give him a kiss on top of his head and leave his food on his work bench, knowing he will get to it once he is hungry. Bo won't dare to lash out too much when he is being fed, especially not when Brahms stands behind you like an imposing bodyguard whenever Bo is nearby.

Date nights with the two of them are rather unconventional. Most of the time whenever the three of you are together it is considered a date whether or not it is super romantic. Just coexisting in the same space is often enough for the three of you. Vincent is happy enough to show you and Brahms around Ambrose, obviously knowing the best places to relax and get away from the stress the town can bring. He knows exactly where you can see the best sunrises and sunsets too. And Brahms is more than happy to tag along, though if he was in his manor than he would probably have a hard time leaving even with the two of you by his side.

Expect lots of quiet nights reading, softly talking amongst yourselves, watching old vhs tapes found around town on the small TV, and listening to music. Sometimes Jonesy will keep you all company and get lots of snuggles and belly rubs as well.

Now onto the headcanons you filthy animals were waiting for. You know. The naughty stuff ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Being the needy man he is, Brahms is probably the first to initiate sexual touching. He is certainly not shy about his desire for you, not even being embarrassed about growing hard around you. Vincent, on the other hand, is too ashamed to initiate contact in the beginning, even if he feels the same way. Most likely he will let Brahms take the lead with you first, enjoying the act of watching you both. You can't get enough of the sight of Vincent sitting in his chair, hand squeezed tightly around his member as he edges himself while watching Brahms grab and explore your body. And with Brahms’ jealous streak he doesn't mind having you first either.

Slowly, Vincent will find his way into bed with the two of you, probably at your urging. If Brahms is feeling particularly generous, he might be the one to say something. "They’re so soft Vinny, you have to touch them." With some gentle persuasion, Vincent will touch you the way Brahms touches you, making your toes curl and your breath hitch. Brahms watches eagerly, touching you as well and grabbing your hand and holding it over his cock as you pump him until his seed spills over you.

Vincent isn't shy about body worship once he realizes how much you want him. He will kiss and caress every inch of you, pulling out all sorts of noises that you never thought were possible. Brahms looks on in awe, his mouth often following behind Vincent's as he mimics the actions, much to your delight.

Brahms has a hard time holding himself back around you while Vincent can take an entire night with you, so together they tend to even out. They'll go until you're too exhausted, but usually Brahms will finish first, leaving Vincent all the time in the world with you. That is, until Brahms’ gets hard again and finds his way back into the fray.

They are both comfortable being switches, not minding if they are on top but if you want to top they will gladly let you spoil them. They both love being ridden, holding you in their arms as you bounce on their cock, until you leave them a shaking mess beneath you. They also enjoy receiving oral from you, and you tend to include both of them in the activity. Sometimes you will jerk the two of them off with your hands, give oral to one and use your hand on the other, or on at least one occasion, have attempted to at the very least lick both of them at the same time.

As the three of you grow more open and experienced with each other's bodies, you can expect to try taking them both on at least a few occasions. Sometimes one of them will be performing oral or fucking you as you take the other in your mouth. If you happen to be AFAB, expect double penetration to be attempted at least once, though Brahms is a bit too impatient to go through the whole ordeal so it isn't an activity you often engage in.

Now, Brahms and Vincent both grew up in very strict and sheltered homes, so the thought of being naked in the same room as another man, or sharing the same person with another man in the same bed might cause them trepidation in the beginning of your sexual relationship. Eventually, however, they grow to love each other as much as they love you, though they might show it to each other in a different way. While they might not initiate sex with each other if you aren't around, they will slowly begin to experiment with you in the bedroom. Touching you turns into touching each other as well, and they find that while each other's touch is much different than yours, they enjoy this new feeling.

In fact, they might have been known to, on occasion, jerk each other off if their needs grow too intense and you aren’t around to provide for them. When you caught them, they were facing each other, pumping each other’s member as Brahms buried his face into Vincent's shoulder. Initially they were wildly embarrassed and thought you would be mad, but you assured them you weren't, your words of encouragement helping them finish.

Time for kinks!

They both share voyeurism kink, and while Brahms can be a bit annoyed and bratty if he has to sit on the sidelines, both are content to watch the other have their way with you, getting off on just watching. Hell, both of them spy on you on the regular, watching you get dressed or shower before you either notice them in the doorway or they allow themselves in.

If Vincent is able to get a hold of a camera you know he will be taking pictures of you constantly, with or without you knowing. While it partially adds to his voyeur kink, he enjoys being able to take artistic nudes of you, as well as less artistic ones where you are simply being wrecked by one or the both of them.

Wax play is a big kink of Vincent's as he enjoys watching your expression as he tips the candle over your skin and watches how the hot wax makes you jolt for a moment before it begins to solidify on your skin. Brahms, however, is not a fan, simply because he finds it tedious as well as being unable to enjoy it himself. Putting hot wax on a hairy man is not a fun time.

They both enjoy bondage, though Brahms doesn't really know how to properly execute it until meeting Vincent. All three of you have been tied up at one point or another, allowing the other two access to their body. Vincent enjoys the more eloquent knots and ties, creating intricate designs on both you and Brahms. Brahms is a good candidate for being tied up as he gets worked up so easily and this is one of the few ways to help him take his time. The ties that you and Brahms execute on Vincent aren't as beautiful but they do the trick, and he often has a hard time edging himself with the two of you giving him attention.

Any kinks that you have are eagerly accepted by Vincent and Brahms, as they are always happy to bend over backwards to satiate your needs. Even if it is a little embarrassing, they're willing to try anything at least once with you.

Ultimately, the open communication and understanding between the three of you help immensely when it comes to taking care of each other's needs. You would all drop everything to satisfy your partners, and they would do the same for you.

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Hell Above-Chapter Thirteen

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content. read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, murder, fighting scenes, abuse, pregnancy, family issues, mild abuse, angst, 18+

WORD COUNT: 4K

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A Match Into Water

“He’s lying.”

You stood in the hospital room, arms crossed, biting down on your thumb as Felix spoke. All five of you had come to Jeongin’s side the morning after you reconnected with Hyunjin. The conversation left you shaken.

“What do you mean? Your father killed mine. That has always been --”

“My father didn’t order that massacre. He wasn’t aware about it until after it was done.”

“Well, if not your father then who…”

“Chan’s father. He carried out the massacre…”

You felt your head grow dizzy and Hyunjin held you tighter in fear that you were overwhelmed. And you were.

“Why didn’t your father… I mean..how could it have been..”

“I don’t know. Their relationship is so rocky, but I think my father had taken the blame for it, to protect my uncle.”

You stood there, mind airy. Heart weakened. All this time, you believed that it was Hyunjin’s father who had slain your parents. That he murdered your

, in cold blood. The gruesome murder that had no respect for human life. And not only you, but you aunts and uncles all died in the same house.

You had just come clean to everyone as Minho and Seungmin were sitting down watching as all of you were debriefing from the new found information.

“Why would I lie?” Hyunjin spoke up at Felix as he stood next to you.

It was a moment. All of you in the face of a Hwang, a mortal enemy. Felix growing timid to the new found information that this relationship was extremely real, your pregnancy, everything in between. Now being told that his mother died at the hands of another Hwang.

“Why would he lie to me?” You asked Felix who looked at you distressed. You pleaded through your eyes to have some kind of civilized conversation.

“It doesn’t make sense, the massacre was done by the Hwang Family. Hyunjin’s father was the leader.” Felix continued at you.

“Obviously it’s a touchy subject for everyone,” Seungmin chimed in removing Felix’s attention from you and Hyunjin to him as you looked up at Hyunjin who looked at you.

“I just don’t understand..” Jeongin spoke over the tension and you looked at him as he spoke.

“What don’t you understand?” Minho asked.

“If Chan’s father carried out the attack, then why did grandfather tell us that it was Hyunjin’s father?” Jeongin’s words made your heart stop.

“Well, my father took the blame..” Hyunjin began and you stared at the floor feeling the blood in your veins run cold.

“But grandfather survived the massacre. He was in the mansion at the time. He was the only one who survived.” Jeongin innocently stated and you felt anxious and jittery.

Jeongin was beginning to shed light on a new found idea. Why was your grandfather the only one to have survived that massacre? Why did you grow up believe Hyunjin’s father killed your own? If your grandfather was there, wouldn’t he have known who would have committed a crime? Or has he been innocent all this time?

Something in the pit of your stomach was telling you to go. To go find out. The truth was itching at you and you looked up at Jeongin and then turned to Hyunjin.

“I have to go.” You said as you walked out of the hospital room and Hyunjin called out from behind you.

You started walking towards the exit as you felt a hand grab yours suddenly pulling you back around. Hyunjin’s soft face looked at yours as you looked at him, mind completely taken over by your new found mission.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin’s voice brought you back into your center, his large hand caressing your cheek softly as you looked up at him. He was so intoxicating, he could remove all the toxins of the world around you and make you feel light. You smiled softly and nudged into his hand.

“To see your father.”

He pulled back slowly looking at you changing his epiression. “What?”

“Hey!” Minho’s voice came from behind Hyunjin’s body as you both looked at him, “What’s going on?”

Minho looked at you, “ Where are you going?”

“I need to go find out the truth.” You sternly said.

“My father won’t speak to you Y/N. He is very--” Hyunjin began and you grabbed his hand comfortingly and smiled.

“But he will speak to you. Come with me.” You then looked at Minho, “You too.”

“Go to the Hwangs? Are you crazy?” Minho asked shockingly.

“Hyun-Woo knows more than he’s sharing. And for the sake of myself and…” You looked down at your stomach, “ and my family. I need to know.”

The two stood silent in front of you and you sighed.

“None of us asked to be here. We have a chance to create peace with my family. I will stop at nothing to make sure peace is established. “ You stated and Hyunjin gripped your hand harder as you turned your gaze to him.

“Okay. We will come.”

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Hyunjin drove up on the gravel road as you stared at the large extravagant home that pulled your vision and caught you in a mouth agape.

“Wow…” you whispered at the beauty of the home.

“Pretty right?” Hyunjin chuckled and you nodded.

“You grew up here?” you looked at him and Hyunjin sighed.

“I promise you it wasn’t as great as you may think it was.”

Once Hyunjin made a completely stop in front of the large stairs of the mansion, men with assault rifles began to take a stance as Hyunjin turned the car off. He shifted to you and Minho and nodded.

“Stay with me. Give them your guns. They won’t hurt you.” You nodded at Hyunjin and Minho agreed as all three of you opened up the doors and you stepped out of the car.

“HANDS UP!” A soldier yelled pointing his rifle at you and Minho. You obliged to the soldier as Hyunjin began to clear the air.

“They are with me. Lower your weapons.” Hyunjin demanded and the soldier looked at him in confusion, slowly backing away from you and Minho as you inhaled deeply.

“Give them your weapons.” Hyunjin demanded and you side eyed him. You lowered your hands as he walked over to you and leaned his head down at you, “Keep your hands up.”

Hyunjin’s hand patted you down over your sides until they landed on your holster, above your guns and you smiled at him. He leaned in closer and whispered in your ear.

“Don’t crumble under my touch so quickly Ms. Lee.”

“Don’t underestimate my self control Mr. Hwang.” You winked at him as he removed your weapon, and removed the magazine and handed it to a soldier.

Minho looked over to you and leaned over, “Is he going to do that to me?:

You glared at Minho as he snickered before lowering his hands to grab his own gun to hand it to the soldiers.

Hyunjin nudged the both of you up the stairs as you followed him throughout the large mansion. You walked through the long hallways of the Hwang mansion, taking in the atmosphere of a world you had never been so exposed to. Large paintings of the generations of leaders and families of the Hwang family coated the gold accent interiors. You looked at Minho who was also taking in all of the sight and you sighed. Hyunjin looked back at you as you two began to approach the large door.

Hyunjin stopped and looked at the both of you as he groaned a bit.

“Don’t mention the pregnancy. Or our relationship. I don’t know how he might….react.”

You looked closely at Hyunjin and he smiled at you as he turned to knock on the door.

“Come in” A faint low voice came from the inside and Hyunjin pushed open the door to reveal a beautifully crafted and lit office space, with Hyun-Woo sitting at his desk, completely indulging in an assignment. He looked up quickly and glanced at Hyunjin but then reacted faster when he realized Hyunjin wasn't alone. He stood up and grabbed the glasses of his face as his face grew worrisome.

“Lee Y/N. Are you here to finish what you began?” Hyun-woo asked and you looked at him innocently.

“I am not here to harm you or your family. I come seeking answers.”

Hyun-woo shifted his gaze to Hyunjin and looked at him confusingly, “You brought them here?”

“There’s alot of misunderstanding father. We just want to set the record straight.”

“What record?” Hyun-woo’s voice grew stern and you stepped forward.

“The massacre of Lee Won-Shik. Were you there?” You asked and Hyun-woo looked at you and inhaled deeply squinting his eyes at you.

“Father, please.” Hyunjin asked almost craving the answer as much as you.

Hyun-woo cleared his throat, “ No. I wasn’t”

“It was your brother. Chan’s father, wasn’t it?” Minho asked and Hyun-Woo walked over to the front of his desk slowly and nodded his head.

“Why are you asking?”

“MY grandfather used me to take out revenge against your family, by murdering Hyunjin. You took the blame so I needed to know if what he saw that night was true or not.”

“I wondered the same thing, when Yeji told me about everything. Why your grandfather grew so obsessed as to harm my own flesh and blood when it wasn’t I who slayed his son.” Hyun-woo looked at you and you were entranced into the story.

“Your father spoke of peace. Unification between all the families of the network. His goal was to include The Hwangs and end generations of hatred and senseless murder. We spoke briefly about setting up a meeting to discuss options for growth. I was interested in building peace. Both families were strong economically, and power. But the next thing I knew, your father was reported dead. The whole family nearly gone.

“Except..” you whispered.

“Your grandfather.” you and Minho exchanged a gaze and you furrowed your brows.

“He survived the massacre though.” You stated.

“Without a scratch on his body.” Hyun-woo said and you were taken aback.

:That can’t be true, he has a --”

“Gunshot wound scar in his side? Not from the massacre.” Hyun-Woo stated.

“So why did you cover for uncle?” Hyunjin spoke and Hyun-Woo sighed and looked at him.

“I was the leader at the time, I represented the Hwang family and it was my duty. But, I did not agree with the massacre. I didn’t know that Won Shik birthed a child and that she would be standing here with my son.”

You looked at Hyunin who looked back at you and Hyun Woo cleared his throat again.

“Y/N. There’s a lot of history and information I think has been suppressed from you. I advise you to go to your grandfather and ask him about all of this.” Hyun-Woo spoke and you shook your head.

“Are you implying that my grandfather has lied to me?”

“ I am implying that your grandfather has played far too many parts in your disaster than you realize.”

You looked at Minho and back to Hyun-Woo. You nodded in gratitude and you glanced at Hyunjin as he nodded as you left the room with Minho, both of you in the same mindset. Once outside the door you exhaled.

“Minho, grandfather certainly could not have lied to us, right? He wouldn’t put Jeongin through that.” You almost felt sick at the thought of that man and Minho paced slowly.

“Hyun-Woo is also suspicious. We need to go to Grandfather’s chambers.”

“We cannot go there. It’s off limits to anyone.” You spoke and Minho gripped your shoulders firmly.

“He’s hiding something. Think about it Y/N. Nothing is adding up anymore.”

Hyunjin then opened the door to the study and joined your two in the hallway. He looked ghostly and you grew worried as you walked to him and let your hands caress his neck.

“Are you okay?” You asked as Hyunjin looked into your eyes, and he leaned in to place a small peck on your lips.

“Never been better.” He smiled at you and you nodded kissing him again softly.

“Minho and I are going to go to grandfather’s chambers. I think you should stay behind for this one.” You advised and Hyunjin face grew understanding mixed with worry.

“I’ll drive you both. Let’s go. “

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You and Minho began to walk up the dark hallways that lead to the chamber. Ahead you saw two guards outside the door and you grew incredibly nervous as many memories returned to your mind of the hallways and the office you were approaching. The guards began to take a defense stance as you two had neared and you paused.

“Y/N what’s wrong?” Minho asked and you looked at him in fear. You felt all the inner child feelings grow of being afraid to walk any closures and the guards were also prepared to place bullets between your eyes.

“I can’t.. Minho...I can’t-” Minho grabbed your hand and looked at you.

“No… you can. You have. And you will, understand?” Minho then slid his hand to your gun and you glanced down and watched him cock your weapon in your holster. You looked back at him and he nodded and you pressed your lips together. You sighed and you two began walking as you watched the guards step closer.

“Grandfather is not here. Please leave.”

“When will he be back?” Minho slyly asked and the guard cocked his head and Minho quickly reached for his gun and a sound of gunshots began going off as Minho leaned and grab the gun from the mans hand and elbowed him in the side of his head as the guard fell to the ground and Minho aimed his gun to place a bullet in the head of the guard. The other guard was unable to react as quickly after he aimed his weapon at you and you grabbed it, causing the trigger to be pulled and a shot fired ringing in your ears. You elbowed the man in the gut as he tried to fight you off. Minho then kicked the man from the side as you grabbed the gun from your holster and shot the man from the back, the bullet striking the back of his neck and he fell down instantly. You were breathing heavily and Minho looked at you and panicked.

“Quick, we have no time.” You two walked to the door and tried to budge it open, finding it to be locked.

“Fuck.” You cursed and you pushed Minho back, “Step back.”

You aimed your gun and fired a few shots against the side of the door where the lock was and used the force of your leg to kick the door open. Once the door slammed opened, you and Minho walked in and you saw the emptiness of the office. You looked at the duskiness of the book shelves and the dust collecting on the seats as Minho made his way to grandfathers desk and began rusting through the drawers and the papers.

“God this man doesn’t do anything but bitch and moan. Why does he have so much shit on his desk?” you heard Minho groan.

Your mind was taken to all the memories of you crying on the floor. Screaming echoing the office. You touched your face as you remembered every strike, kick, spit. This wasn't a chamber, or an office. It was your own personal torture dungeon, a piece of your hell. Your whole life created here, in this dungeon. Your purpose and your hiding created behind the walls of this underground place. You wish you could rewind the clocks and hold the small girl who was at the edge, walking on shattered glass.

“Y/N..” Minho’s voice pulling you back to reality, his face pushing you into a dark hole.

You walked over to him at the desk and you saw his eyes glance at you and down at the folder.

“Look at this.”

You looked down and saw photos and letters. Back and forth conversations and messages. Exchanges. Information about you, Jeongin, Minho, Seungmin, and Felix. All of you were exposed. To Yeji.

“He hired her…” You spoke softly and looked up at Minho, “ He sold us out.”

Minho then bit his lip, holding a sheet in his hand, “He sold everyone out.”

You grabbed the sheet from Minho and a picture of your father’s dead body was painted on it as the photo read, “Completed.”

“No..”

Minho began rummaging through the papers where he found your father’s picture and then you two jumped when the door slammed shut and your grandfather looked at you two and cleared his throat.

You saw red. You felt your blood boiling, bubbling in your veins.

“You two know you’re not supposed to be here.” his voice was slow. Nonchalant.

“You.” You gritted. “You hired Yeji. You let her provoke me. YOU LET HER HURT JEONGIN!” You raised your gun at your grandfather and Minho looked at you.

“Y/N..” Minho whispered.

“I was testing you.” your grandfather began, “and you failed. Like your father.”

“What did you do to my father? I know Hyun-Woo didn’t kill him .” You stepped forwards and threw the picture of your father at your grandfather, “Tell me the truth.”

“I have spoken the truth.”

“BULLSHIT! HOW DID YOU SURVIVE THAT MASSACRE?! YOU LIED ABOUT HYUN-WOO. ABOUT YEJI.”

“Y/N..” Minho whispered.

“WHAT!” You yelled at Minho and he was holding a phone transcript. YOu snatched it and looked at it quickly.

‘Tomorrow night. I will gather the family at the mansion.”

‘We will be there at twenty-one hundred.”

“Leave no body alive”

You looked up at your grandfather and you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“You killed your family.” You softly said as your grandfather just stood there looking at you, “Your two son, and three daughter. MY MOTHER. YOU SOLD THEM OUT. YOU TRAITOR!”

You fired your weapon at your grandfather's shoulders and he groaned in pain as Minho tried to calm you down.

‘I’LL KILL HIM! I SWEAR TO GOD.” You screamed.

“YOU BITCH! Your father was pathetic and couldn’t lead this family. PEACE? UNITY? FOOLISH!”

“You killed my mother!” You cried.

“AND I RAISED YOU BUT YOU HAVE FAILED ME OVER AND OVER AGAIN.” Your grandfather held onto his shoulders as Minho finally felt you calm down.

“Minho should have been the leader. He is capable, smart and dedicated. He would have completed the mission. I always knew your birth was a mistake, begged your father to try again. I put you up to the test, One I knew you couldn’t completed. Of course you couldn’t kill that boy. Women. They catch feelings, act out on their emotions. The cannot lead a family of this caliber. YOU cannot lead this family. Especially now...as you are with child. A child that shares the blood of both Lee and Hwang. Blasphemous.” Your grandfather spat at you and your eyes widened.

“There is nothing that you can hide from me Y/N. And as long as I live, a baby that shares Hwang blood will not be born into this world.”

You looked at your grandfather, overwhelmed and shocked. You were heartbroken because you couldn't believe that this whole life of yours had also been a lie and controlled by this man. You felt the pain in the pit of your stomach.

“Minho.” Your grandfather sternly said. Minho looking at you gleaned over to your grandfather and nodded, “You will perform an execution of Y/N.”

“Grandfather I cannot....” Minho began and Grandfather roared.

“You will do as I SAY. The night of the battle, we will go into execution of the real traitor of this family. The network will not allow this baby to be born. I will not allow this. Death is our option.”

A/N Aaaaaaaand that’s it! JK, we are going into the final chapters. I hope you are all ready. As always thank you for reading, let me know how you feel! Love you all very much.

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