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lookingformoondrop · 3 months

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Hi!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing great. May I request a break up scenario with yandere!Andrew?

Yandere!Andrew Graves x Reader

TW: Dark material, mentions of a unalived person, manipulation, andrew calls reader a dumb bunny, very toxic relationship, Andrew drags reader around by the hair (weeee), captivity/kidnapping if you squint? Angst, very very depressing, it's been a while, so this is probably OOC ;-;

♡ Notes: GUESS WHOSE BACK! yes, I admit I was gone for quite a while, but with the progress reports of chapter 3 coming around, I figure now is my time to rise again. After I wrote all of this, I realized I might have made this a little too dark... My next work will likely be a fluff. Sorry Anon! Thank you so much for supporting, and I hope I can continue writing pieces for y'all~ ♡

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The clock on your wall ticked closer to 7 o'clock. Every sound in the room was silenced by the deafening sound of it.

At the time, buying that clock seemed like a cute idea.

It was an old thing, two big clocks held together with beautiful dark wood. And a small circle shaped glass built underneath the two clocks meant for displaying a picture.

It was placed on your fireplace mantel, accompanied by other little trinkets.

You tried not to look at the mantel or the pictures that displayed happy memories, instead opting to glare at the hands ticking closer to your doom.

You didn't deserve to glance at these memories with what you were determined to do.

The room around was in shambles. Blankets and pillows were thrown around, cups and plates stuck to the tables around the couch after hours of neglect, and every picture frame in reach with the smiling face of Andrew Graves was put down.

At any moment, Andrew was going to come through that door and open his arms for you.

You bit your lip, already cringing at the bloody spots forming. You had to leave. There was no other choice.

After what you've seen, there's no possible way you could keep hugging and kissing him...

When you first moved in with Andrew, you found yourself to be the happiest ever.

Every day, you'd roll over to face an already awake and smiling Andy, who would kiss your nose and promise you coffee.

Every evening, you'd have a delicious dinner prepared by Andrew, who would make the atmosphere romantic with candles and rose petals, all leading to a delightful night of fornication...

Yes, at times, there were small cracks in the fantasy you two had made.

You still had to go to work, and you still had projects and deadlines that needed to be met. Not only this, but you still had co-workers you needed to work with.

You had made peace with this and was more than happy to fulfill your office work, but Andrew was not.

Now that you thought about it, many times a day, he would demand for your attention. He would go as far as calling your office and asking to see you. Lunch breaks would extend to lunch hours, and your sick and vacation days were used up in a matter of weeks (back to back).

And then you get home... if you had spent a work day completely ignoring Andrew, going as far as muting him, there'd be no telling what he'd do.

It began with silence, then one word answers, but if you even started getting angry at him for his horrible communication skills, he'd finally lash out.

" Just help me understand. Do you hate me? You're ignoring me all the time so that I can run back to you and beg you to pay attention to me. Why do you even stay with me, then? "

At first, you thought maybe he was just stressed out.

You had such a beautiful relationship, and Andrew was never big on talking about stupid things.

These things could all be avoided if you communicated with him more. If you were just healthy, then nothing would be toxic. You were the shitty one in this relationship, not him.

When you took the blame for all those things, his anger disappeared.

So your life would become peaceful again.

You never considered Andrew to be possessive. He was... overprotective. That's all. He was caring for you. It's not his fault that you're so sensitive,

And now you were giving all that up, and for what? Because every now and then he'll complain about the people in your life?...

because once he'll complain about them, they disappear from your life?

...because you found one of those people in the basement freezer?

The same freezer he made you promise to never go into?

Your eyes blink up at the ceiling, the tears that were dancing on your water line finally spilling over the edge.

Suddenly, the sound of the door cracking open made you quickly wipe at your tears.

"Bunny? I'm here, where are you?" Andrew called out from the hallway.

"...In here, Andrew." You answered, holding your hands in your lap.

"Andrew? What happened to Andy? What, did I do something wrong?" Andrew walked in, having already ditched his shoes and coat.

"Y/N? Hey... What's wrong?" Andrew power walked to you, avoiding the many pillows scattered across the floor.

He leaned down in front of your knees, grabbing your hands.

You gulped, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Andrew, we need to talk about something."

"Yeah...?"

"You... you have to promise not to get mad at me."

Andrew's face darkened, "...sure."

You bit your lip and finally looked up.

But Andrew was no longer looking at you, instead staring at all the picture frames that faced the ground.

You breathed in once. You had put this off for as long as possible.

"Andrew, i didn't call anyone yet, but you need to let me leave. I dont- no- I can't stay here anymore and I -"

"No."

You sputtered but couldn't get a good look at Andrew's expression as he stood up.

"You always get me worried over nothing," Andrew scratched the back of his neck, absently playing with his sweater tag.

You stood up,

"Andrew, this is important! I- I don't feel safe anymore, I don't feel safe with you! You've been keeping so much from me -"

Andrew scoffed at you, cutting your words short.

"You're acting wacky. Are you sure you didn't take anything before I came home?" Andrew finally looked at you with cautious eyes, "Look, Y/N, you're probably tired and need a break from your phone. Give it to me, and I can put this whole thing behind us."

Andrew lent his hand out, half expecting your hand and your phone.

But you shook your head.

"I know, Andrew. I know what you did."

Andrew raised a brow, "What I did...?" His hand was still outstretched.

"Last night I wanted to surprise you with some chicken soup, but I couldn't find the meat in our freezer, so... I went downstairs to the basement instead - "

Your eyes glanced at the clock again, it's happy picture becoming distorted the more you spoke outloud,

Andrew's eyes widened, and his hand dropped, "Y/N, you promised me you wouldn't go down there."

Your breathing became shaky, and your hand grabbed at the hem of your shirt,

"Andrew, you told me that all you had down there was some hunting meat. Y- You lied, not only lied, but you... You fucking killed someone! Oh god, Andrew, why did I find my boss and his DETACHED head in our basement freezer?!"

Andrew avoided your eyes, instead opting to run a hand down his face, sighing deeply into his palm.

When he didn't defend himself, your thoughts ran wilder, and the anger that you had locked away began bubbling to the surface.

This went far beyond control and possessiveness, Andrew murdered someone. Your Andrew, the same man you slept next to for years, murdered someone.

"How many years did I spend with a goddamn murderer? I had thought that- that maybe it was this crazy elaborate plot twist, that maybe you had a good reason to keep A PERSON in a freezer, but maybe I was living with a killer who I should have left a long time ago!-"

"Enough."

You had barely any time to process what he said before he grabbed your hair and began dragging you to the bedroom.

You tried twisting from his grip, dry sobs racking your body.

"Andrew, please stop! I'm - ow!- I'm sorry!"

"No, you're not. Everything I ever did was to protect you. Clearly, you've been thinking about this for awhile."

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, "and to think, I would've let you run around a little longer in the big world."

You continued sobbing, trying to grab at his hand. "Andrew, please!"

His hand pushed the door open, but right as he was about to enter, he stopped.

"Bunny", he crotched down to your level, his hand still grabbing your scalp, "do you love me?"

Your body shook involuntarily, your crying turning to hard hiccups. In your mind, all you wanted was to escape. To leave, to be embraced by someone who could protect you from this.

"P- Please Andrew, " you tried shaking your head despite the pressure, "s- stop, you're h-urting me."

Your chest heaved, your heart beating painfully against your chest.

Time moved slowly as Andrew searched your face, but slowly all the light he had in his eyes faded, and was replaced by a darkness that chilled your body.

"You didn't say yes." He clicked his tongue, "but that's okay, its only a matter of time."

Suddenly, he stood up and turned. Dragging you through the living room again, walking towards the basement door.

You screamed as you recognized the direction he was heading. You hit his hand, beating the grip he had on you.

Your eyes were wide and wild, trying to find some sort of escape, and your eyes landed on the clock.

Although you could no longer see the photo, you remembered the day Andrew brought it to you. He has promised to never leave you, and you promised to never leave him.

He asked you if you would love him if he was a monster.

You said, no.

All this time, you thought that Andrew would let you go. You would tell him you knew, he would turn himself in, and he'd let you go. Making all these years a bad nightmare. But the truth was, Andrew had long since known you would've found the body. The thought had crossed his mind, and he planned for the outcome even if he hoped youd be smart enough to never come to that.

When Andrew opened the basement door, he crotched down again and let go of your hair, instead moving you to his arms and holding you.

"Hey, I love you. You know that, right? I will never hurt you. Dont worry, you're going to be staying with me for a long time."

Andrew kissed your forehead, and began heading down the stairs.

Your eyes watched the door and the light that came from it as Andrew lead you further down the stairs.

Further away from the light, further away from freedom.

You cried into Andrew's shoulder, who patted your hair, until you could no longer see the light.

"You're never leaving me, my dumb little bunny."

Thank you for the ask! <3

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kinzis-writing · 5 months

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Last Christmas | Rafe Cameron

Kinzi's 25 Days of Christmas: Blogmas day 3

Summary: It's Christmas in Outer Banks, the holiday where you got to spend time with your friends. It's hard to enjoy the holiday when your mind goes back to last Christmas and who you were spending it with.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warning(s): a few cuss words, hints at ward cameron being a unaliver, mentions of breakup, soft! rafe.

Disclaimer: in this imagine Rafe did NOT kill peterkin and he’s not psycho. He’s a normal boy who just needed some extra love. So in this imagine Ward will be the villain 100% and Rafe 0% (besides breaking up)

*Gif not mine* *Not proofread or edited!*

*Christmas Eve - OBX*

It had been 11 months since you had been in Outer Banks, your breakup with your ex-boyfriend had been too hard on you to stay. After that you felt the need to leave Outer Banks and your family had finally convinced you to come back and spend the holidays with them. You knew that they would try to convince you to stay and not go back to living with your aunt on the mainland, however, you were unsure if that would be the best choice.

"Y/N!" Sarah shouted as she ran to hug you. The big house your family parked outside of looked familiar, but no longer felt like home. It wasn't what you were used too, or maybe it was what was no longer with you. "I am so glad your back, we've missed you around here." she stated pulling away from the hug.

You were like Sarah, born a kook but turned into a pogue. The only difference is that your family did not make a difference between the kooks and pogues. There had been many times when your family had fed the pogues or gave them a place to stay when they needed it. Your family was very understanding, and you appreciated every little thing they did for your friends.

"Only back for the holidays." Y/N told her as the two headed into the big house that she used to call home. The girl's quickly made their way up to the room that was her’s so they could get Y/N settled in. “It feels unreal, being back in this bedroom.” She muttered memories of her and her ex flooded her mind. No one knew Rafe Cameron the way that Y/N. While he was trouble, most of the time, he was caring around her. Well, she thought so anyways.

Sarah gave the girl a small smile, “there’s a party, John B decided to have a Christmas celebration.” The Cameron girl spoke. “Your parents allowed them to use your guest house, out back…” she trailed off. Knowing that the idea of a party would make the girl nervous.

“Why would they do that?” Y/N asked going through her clothes knowing she’d be dragged to this party regardless of what she wanted.

Sarah shrugged, “John B said it was a “get together” type thing and you know how your family is about welcome home celebrations.” She explained watching the girl shuffle through the clothes that she was putting away. “You’re just back for the holidays, remember? Let’s make the most of it with our friends.”

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By 10 that night the party was on, the guest house behind Y/N’s house was overflowing with guests who had greeted the girl back with open arms. She had showed up an hour late, due to worrying about what to wear, how to do her hair and makeup, and stalling in hopes of not seeing him.

“Y/N, the life of the party decided to come back to us!” JJ Maybank yelled over the music as the girl joined the pogues in the den. “Y/N, you know my girlfriend Kiara, right?” He asked smuggled.

Y/N’s eyes widen in shock, “really, you two? When did that happen?” She asked surprised about her friends becoming lovers.

“Let’s just say that you’ve missed a lot.” Kiara spoke before pulling the girl into a bone crushing hug, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise,” y/n spoke with a smile. “If you’ll excuse me, I don’t want to be rude so your guest of honor is going to go grab a drink.”

Y/N made her way through the crowd and into the cramped kitchen. She was pouring herself a drink and just thinking about her life. She had thought that being back made her feel out of place, that was until she was next to her friends then she felt at home.

“I’ll be damned,” a voice spoke from behind her as she slowly stopped pouring her drink. “I honestly didn’t think I’d see you again.” The voice of her former friend continued.

Y/N sat her cup on the kitchen counter and turned around to face the man behind her. “Kelce,” she greeted with a smile. “It’s good to see you.” She added as she stepped forward and pulled the man into a hug.

“It’s great to see you.” He replied as they pulled away. He glanced around the kitchen before looking back at her. “Have you seen him since you’ve been back?” He asked carefully unsure of how the the girl would reply.

Y/N shook her head as she turned around the grab her drink, “I was hoping to avoid him.” She mumbled before taking a sip of the drink. “It hurt, bad.” She shrugged thinking back to last Christmas and how close they were. “I had to get out and I don’t plan on ever coming back permanently.” She spoke the truth. At this current time, she had no plans of staying in outer banks.

Kelce gave her a sad smile, “I know Rafe puts on a facade, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt too.” The man told his best friend’s ex. He knew that the two of them were inseparable and truth be told, Rafe didn’t tell anyone as to why they broke up.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man in front of her before playing with her fingers. “Maybe but-” she cut herself when she looked around kelce and locked eyes with the one man that she planned to avoid. “I have to go.” She mumbled after looking away from Rafe. She walked around kelce and made her way back to the pogues.

It was going to be a long night and she knew it.

The party had been going on for a few hours and everyone was either drunk, passed out, making out, or playing games. Y/N had only had two drinks, making her pretty much sober because she didn’t trust herself if she was to get drunk. No matter where she went tonight she felt as if Rafe was following her or he knew her next step. She had locked eyes with him many times tonight and each time it got her heart racing, her hands sweaty, and made her nervous.

She didn’t understand why he still made her feel that way. After all, she was over him! Or was she? “Hey guys,” Y/N called as she walked over to the pogues. “Thank you guys for this Christmas slash welcome back party, but I’m super tired so I think I’m gonna walk back over and head to bed.” She told them. She gave them all hugs and said good night before leaving the guest house and heading back over to her house.

She was beyond excited to be able to go to sleep. Her parents were going on their houseboat tonight with some friends, so she’d have the house to herself and could relax all she needed. She knew that in order to face tomorrow and the days to come that she would need to get herself together.

“Did you honestly think you wouldn’t run into him at some point?” She asked herself in her head. She knew that she would at least see him, but she was hoping that he wouldn’t see her back or that she could avoid him.

Y/N pushed open her bedroom door while unzipping her dress. She was beyond ready to get out of that dress and get into comfortable clothes. “Holy shit!” She jumped when she moved her head up. Her hand instinctively went over her heart because of how fast it was beating.

Sitting in her desk chair beside her bed was Rafe Cameron. He didn��t have his usually cocky expression on his face, but a soft smile did form when he realized he had accidentally scared her. “I’m sorry,” his voice came out quietly and soft. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Y/N scoffed eyeing the man in front of her, “you didn’t mean to startle me? Why are you in my room?”

“I wanted to talk and I knew you’d run at the party.” Rafe shrugged as he pushed himself up from the desk chair.

“You lost the privilege to come over unannounced when you broke it off last year.” Y/N told him as she felt her chest get heavy at the thought of how things ended. She would’ve done anything for Rafe and everyone knew it, so whenever he broke it off… it was a shock.

“You never let me explain,” Rafe started as he walked a bit closer, but Y/N just scooted back not wanting him to get close. Mainly because she was afraid she’d give in. “A lot happened after you left and some of it is still going on.”

“Maybe it has, but Sarah also told me about your new girlfriend.” Y/N replied seeing his eyes darkened for a moment before he let out a huff. “I was obviously the problem with something going on in your head.”

Y/N knew that Rafe had anxiety and depression. she also knew that he was yearning to make his father proud because Sarah was their favorite. She had been with him through everything and that’s why she didn’t understand why he left her.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair before taking another step closer causing Y/N’s back to hit the wall when she stepped away. “My father wanted me to do his dirty work and I was afraid that he would hurt you if I refused.” Rafe explained the girl that he loved, even if he never told her. “I broke it off so you would be safe and he couldn’t use you against me. The one Sarah told you about was a distraction I was with her to replace you and it never worked.”

Y/N could see the sincerity in his eyes as he spoke about his father and his ex girlfriend. “I loved you, Rafe. I would’ve done anything for you and you know it!” She spoke her voice coming out in a whisper.

“I know that, baby.” Rafe spoke back equally as quiet. “Which is why I broke it off, he was crazy and the things he wanted me to do… I needed you here and I needed you alive.” He took another step and that made him right in front of the girl that he had fallen in love with himself. “I’ve always loved you, Y/N. I never properly said it but I do.”

Y/N sucked in a breath, her emotions weighing down on her. He just admitted his true feelings, something that he never did when they were actually together. It was surreal hearing those words come out of his mouth, something that she had never expected. "Then why not try to get through it?" she asked the hurt in her voice showing. "Last Christmas was the last good memory we have, and we didn't even break up until New Years Day."

"If my dad didn't do what he did then we would still be together." Rafe promised.

Y/N's eyes teared up thinking about losing Rafe, she had been with other people and for some reason she had fallen head over heels in love with Rafe Cameron. She was slowly accepting the fact that she was still very much in love with the Cameron boy.

"When are you going to stop living to please your family?" She asked softly. "You are so much more than what your family thinks of you, who cares what they view you as. You deserve to be loved, Rafe. You need to believe that." she whispered softly so she wouldn't make his softness break.

Rafe's eye matched Y/Ns as both of them held tears threatening to fall. He knew that Y/N understood his situation and never once judged him for it. Making him know that she was definitely a keeper and the one for him. Without saying anything, he quickly slammed his lips to hers. Scared that she would reject the kiss if she thought about it too long. He knew his way around her overthinking, seeing as he had helped her with it many times.

Y/N did not object the way he thought she would, instead she yearned for him. She had wanted him since she left outer banks and she had wanted him when she locked eyes with him in her guest kitchen earlier. If he was willing to be with her, even just for the night, she was going to take it. Because at least for one moment, it can feel like the love they had Last Christmas was still alive.

Author's Note: So, I was originally going to base this imagine as "Last Christmas" by WHAM! Turns out I went a different direction and a part two will come out the next time I write for Rafe. I think that it's in a week or two, so if you enjoyed it, I hope you'll stay looking for that. I also feel like this could have been better and that it could have been smoother, but it is what it is. Also, sorry this is so late! I had the stomach virus (stomach flu) and I felt miserable and today is the only day I started feeling like myself and I have also finished all my finals so now I am back to full time writing, excluding my work shifts!

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luffyvace · 4 months

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HIIII hru !!! may i please ask for some feitan fluffs hcs 😩 i love this tiny man with all my soul

IM DOING GOOD!! YES YOU MAY!!! I ACTUALLY HAVE SUCH A DEEP ROOTED LOVE FOR HIM I DONT TALK ABOUT HIM OFTEN ENOUGH💥💥

(omg this reminds me i’m supposed to be doing the whole troupe and chuuya x male reader- i’m so all over the place but the point is another dabble of feitan hcs will be here in the future! 😋)

also ooc/fanon him since this is fluff :)

tw: death…and torture (i use “unalive” instead of d!e/k!ll)

alrighty so you said fluff headcanons and it’s highly likely you’ll get fluffy feitan if you’ve known each other for a long time (since meteor)

i’m going to dabble in reader that is both in and outside of the troupe because i can :)

so for reader that’s in the troupe first of all no pda

hardly any weakness was displayed besides sadness/anger or mourning (and some funny moments)

theres no need for cuddles during business

unless your like uvo and simply don’t care

then it annoys the crap out of him <3

it’s not like he doesn’t want your affection—just not in public

will cuddle you in private tho

y’all usually sit there in silence or read together

he can be a little spoon or big spoon it doesn’t bother him

he tries his best but he’s never let anyone else so close to him before

if you introduce something to him and he likes it he’ll do it back

because why would you do it to him if you wouldn’t want it done to you right?

im gonna assume you have either a apartment which you unalived the owner of or y’all live in meteor still

he’ll let you choose really he doesn’t care where you stay

he’d even unalive a high status person to steal their mansion if that’s what you want

your obviously strong and have some sort of nen if your in the troupe so he doesn’t bother worrying

although if your like kortopi he’ll stay vigilant for you

even though you can use nen to defend yourself as well

btw if your not a pda person the troupe is grateful

aint no body wanna see allat-

he doesn’t know how to cook or clean and since your both from meteor so i hope you learn or already know how

otherwise y’all eat what y’all can when y’all can

whether you steal a five star gourmet meal or just wait for the next opportunity like a vending machine

i don’t advise you ask for a pet by the way

he’ll tortu£ it and i’m not talking about strapping it down or anything

just purely scarring them 😭

if you be firm about him stopping he will

unless it’s a big scary dog or smth

then he’s more likely to take em under his wing and train them to be vicious

will scare people with said animal

for stay at home reader…. (most of these also apply for troupe reader<3)

i say stay at home bc with his portion of money you could buy anything you want

if you tell him what you want u can get it for free cuz he steals it

but

if you want to take a bath together it would take more than a god to convince him

seriously he sees no reason in it

once you do tho

at first he is on one end of the tub and your on the other

as time goes on he’ll let you lean back into his chest as he scrubs your hair

he lets you play in his hair

don’t tell ANYONE

he don’t like vulnerability so if you tell someone he won’t do it for like 2 weeks

you think he’s never gonna do it again until you crawl into his lap while he’s reading on the bed and ask really sweetly

he’s all yours after that

HIS HAIR IS SO FLUFFY!!

and yes he lets you play with it :)

you get to put it into all types of styles!!

especially since it’s a decent length!

not really interested in playing in your hair

he tries but the rubber band always ends up tangled in your hair

if you kiss him goodnight he will start to initiate it as well

thats one thing he will forever reciprocate

loves your humor

no matter the type

but he especially loves when you laugh at his dark jokes

youve seen him smile before 💖

warms your heart knowing no one else gets this side of him

not judgmental of your looks for obvious reasons

yall got bigger problems

dismisses anytime you degrade yourself

he be speaking facts

”the way your hair looks gonna unalive you?”

”your pimples will st^b you while sleeping?”

no? you goofy goober so why does it matter

don’t argue him on this

genuinely doesn’t like the idea of you being hurt

by him or someone else

dont expect anyone who does harm to you to see the tomorrow sun

even if you plead for them don’t waste your breath pleading you need to be saying goodbye

real loyal partner

as loyal to you as he is the troupe

you and the troupe are his forever commitments

no matter what he could never stop loving you

you guys practically never argue

hes not necessarily hotheaded but will say what’s on his mind and if someone disagrees he does it anyway

thing is he compensates with you💗

if he knows your nitpicking he ignores it but if it’s genuinely something you don’t like he won’t fight it

also he cleans up well if you don’t like to see blood/gore in your place after he’s done t•rturing someone

he respects and listens to your opinions and feelings

would love if your a sadistic person as well but he understands if your not

also if your not in the troupe he teaches you nen

only the troupe knows your together and where you stay for your safety

your safety is definitely on his priority list

truly cares about and loves you

enjoy!!!! i’ll prob come back and read my own hcs bc I LOVE HIM

thank you for this request i loved writing every letter of it♡

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tojiscumdumpster · 3 months

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ PART ONE - TOJI

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✧ content warnings unaliving of major character.

“Any last words?”

Within the next few minutes, I’ll be dead. I knew this the moment I saw that blue-eyed freak reappear after when I thought I killed him. Fucking sorcerers and their cursed technique bullshit. Maybe I was too confident thinking I would win the second time. I doubted myself at first, but then I calmed down… No .

I was just too confident.

A world like this wasn’t meant for a monkey like me. I was born into a fucked up family that treated me like shit because I didn’t have any cursed technique. The scar on my lip reminds me of it every day. I got over it, though. I accepted this was my faith. I served my purpose and it was time for me to go.

Still, I can’t help but wish I made it out alive. That I had a little bit more time.

“Nah,” I replied, vaguely.

How am I supposed to answer some cliché question like that?

Any last words?

Why would I tell him that?

Tell him about the thoughts and images that’s in my head.

Tell him that I had a wife who actually saw some good in me. Good enough to get pregnant and raise a kid together. Tch, me? Toji Fushiguro? A husband and father? I never thought I would live to see the day. And of course, it didn’t last long.

My wife died because of an incurable sickness. I never felt pain before. Not when I’m standing here with half my body blown off. Not when my family tortured me. But the day she died, I felt pain. I didn’t cry. I just felt empty. Felt like I had no reason to be decent anymore. How was I supposed to raise a kid by myself?

She told me I was going to be okay.

I wasn’t okay.

I’m a fucked a person.

A fucked up father.

I was never meant to carry responsibility because it never lasts long. Good things don’t last long. Death will always be endgame. So I went on with my life. I left my kid to fend for himself. Even Kong tried helping me take care of him, which was a waste on his part.

There was no point.

I was never made to be a fucking dad. Me selling my son to my family is better than what I could’ve done for him. It wouldn’t make any difference if I was or was not in his life because I would never be good enough to be a father. . . A person . . . But I met. . . Her .

In my final moments, I think of my late wife, my son, and her.

Y/N.

Another person who managed to see the impurity I have in me as pure.

What I had with Y/N was accidental. Not in a bad way, but we met on a whim. I met her at a bar a few months after my wife died. She was just so…vibrant. Special. Y/N puts words in my vocabulary I thought I kept reserved for my late wife.

Gorgeous. Breathtaking. Sexy. Deep brown skin, and a bed of coils on her head that smelled like honey and pomegranate. Curves of a siren but a face of a goddess. I wanted her to lose herself in me…

It seems like I lost myself in her.

A one night stand turned into every night. Sex turned into conversations, and conversations turned into…

Feelings.

A sick motherfucker like me who killed a teenager for money, almost killed one who fucking did reversed cursed technique to come back to life, and left another badly beaten, has feelings. For another woman who isn’t my dead wife.

The shit I got myself into with Y/N, having unspoken feelings for a woman I’m never going to see again, and she is a part of my last dying memories.

I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this fucking sunlight beaming in my face every time I sleep here. Y/N says light helps you through the day, so being met with it first thing in the moment will give you the energy that you need.

Whatever that means.

However, I would be lying if I said I don’t feel calm right now, especially after last night.

We had an argument like we’re a couple. We’re not. I don’t know what exactly is going on between me and Y/N, but I know I’m selfish enough to claim her as mine without actually having a title. I made it very clear that I would kill anyone that she tries to move on with, and I have every intention of keeping that promise.

And I know she’s probably getting sick of this complicated situation we have.

I fuck her, we talk, and when I felt like it was getting too real, I leave for weeks then return when I think I have my feelings under control.

But see that’s the thing, no matter how long or far away I am from Y/N, I’ll never have what I feel for her under control.

What I feel is indescribable. She makes me feel like I have a choice to be better. To do better, and when I’m around her, I think that I want to.

I sound like a fucking sap. Toji Fushiguro, the Zen’in fuck up, having feelings all because of her. Love is foreign to me. Never thought I would come close to experiencing it again, but Y/N helps me find the meaning.

And even if I never said those words to her before, I feel it.

I feel it when I wake up in her bed, laying in the sheets that carry her lingering scent. Vanilla. Almonds. A hint of jasmine with sweet berries.

I feel it when I walk into the kitchen to see her cooking breakfast while wearing my shirt.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn sexy and beautiful. Morning wood is getting harder by the second.

My arms find Y/N’s waist to wrap around and pull into my erection so she can feel what she does to me.

“‘Morning, sweets,” I grumble, kissing the sweet spot behind her ear. She relaxes into my arms, but still manages to cook.

“I see you’re finally up… and here,” she says with a soft smile on her face.

“We are up.” We, meaning my cock and I. “And I am here. I told you I was staying the night. Thought I was lying?”

“No, I thought something might’ve come up. You know—with your sorcerer killing business.”

I hum. “Not today, but I do have something to handle in a couple of days.” Soon I need to take down the fake bounty I put out for the Star Plasma Vessel to make my move.

Y/N’s body tenses, shoulders becoming rigid and putting distance between us due to me telling her that I’m leaving soon. She turns off the stove, puts down the cooking spoon and turns to look at me. I know she’s mad at me. More so, disappointed. I just can’t help but think how fucking gorgeous she is, especially in the morning.

“You’re leaving already?” she asks. “I haven’t seen you in weeks, Toji. Where are you going now?”

“I’m not going anywhere far. I’ll be in Tokyo. It’s a quick job, then I’ll come back to you.”

Y/N purses those full pretty lips and crosses her arms over her chest, causing the swell of her breasts to be seen.

Now isn’t the time to have horny thoughts about her, but fuck.

“Whatever. Breakfast is ready. You can grab a plate.” Y/N turns to walk away from me. “I’m going to start getting ready for work.”

“Hey,” I say, grabbing her wrist to pull her back into my arms. This time, enclosing her tightly so she doesn’t leave until I let her. “I said I’m coming back to you. Didn’t I?”

“Yeah, and you always fucking say that. Don’t you? What makes this time different?”

“Because I-” Before those words escaped my mouth, I looked away.

The stare of Y/N’s round chestnut-colored eyes weigh on me while she waits for me to speak.

It’s quiet. Early morning, all that is heard is the birds chirping, making the silence between me and Y/N even fucking louder. We’re like this for about thirty-seconds until she realizes my unfinished words.

Her face softens. “You… what?”

“Y/N…” I sigh. “It’s not easy for me. These fucking words. These emotions. They’re all jumbled in my head. I just-”

“When you come back.” She interrupts, however, I don’t understand what she’s saying, so she continues. “Promise me, whatever you were going to say to me, promise that you’ll say it when you come back.”

“Sweets-”

“Just promise.” Her voice slightly breaks, eyes already glossing from the near tears.

I look at Y/N and see peace. Hope. Maybe’s and what ifs. Again, feelings that are foreign to me. Feelings I should be incapable of feeling. Shit, I fucking hate this… Then again, I don’t.

She doesn’t deserve the half-assessed bullshit I’ve been giving her. The inconsistency, and lack of commitment.

And I don’t deserve anything she gives me. Her time. Honestly. Empathy. Hell, not even the sex. But she gives it to me because she sees some shit in me that I don’t.

Maybe… maybe I should try again…

Just for her.

“I promise.”

Some promise that fucking was.

I told Y/N I’ll be back later on tonight. Told her to get pretty so I can take her out to dinner. Unless I magically gain reverse cursed technique, I think my time on this earth and with Y/N has come to an end.

I should’ve never made that damn promise. Not because I didn’t think I couldn’t keep it. But because she’s holding onto something that’s never going to happen.

That smile. Her scent. The peace she gave me… all of it was temporary. I knew a fuck up like me didn’t have any true purpose in this world. Today is the day I atone to my sins.

I’m surrounded by grey, black, and white, where the only ounce of color I felt in years, is when I was with Y/N.

I’ll never see her again, so the least I could do is this.

After I told this little Gojo fuck about my kid, I attempted one more request.

“Actually, if you could go to these brown apartments in Shibuya outside of Ebisu Station,” —I cough up blood— “there are the only ones with that color, fourth floor, fifth door to your left. Tell her… Tell her I’m not coming.”

He looks at me with confusion.

It was worth a try.

“If you won’t, then what-”

“Okay,” he answers, flatly.

I’m sorry, Y/N.

I’m so sorry I broke our promise.

Again.

Fuck, why does my heart feel like this? It feels… broken.

NEXT CHAPTER

#jjk x black reader #anime x black!reader #toji x black reader #toji fushigro x reader #toji x reader #toji angst #jjk angst

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oddduckthatgirl · 4 months

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Title: I See you

Paring: Modern!Aemond AU x F!reader

Warnings: TRIGGER WARNINGS: self harm, unaliving talk, depression, anxiety, abusive parents

Summary: He noticed the signs before maybe you did.

Aemond tried to control himself on the drive to your apartment. He had sent you a “good morning” text and you had for sure read it, but you didn’t send anything back.

He knew sometimes you didn’t. Whether it was work or just feeling overwhelmed. He also had made it clear you weren’t obligated to reply. He knew your mind was a storm and he didn’t want to be just more noise in the squall.

What concerned him was not acknowledging any of the texts the rest of the day. For at least the last few weeks, he had noticed you were a little off. Every time he tried to ask about it, you blew him off and tried to prove you were okay.

He knew you weren’t. He also knew you weren’t in the head space to talk about it.

He had tried to not panic about not getting a reply from you. He went to work with his family and found himself distracted by his own waiting. Eventually he explained what was going on to them and Aegon insisted he go check on you. Even if it was nothing, it was still a good idea.

He tried calling a few times when he was close to your place. Your car was still here, so you were home. His heart pounded harder each time your voicemail came on. The elevator seemed to take forever. He turned the key to your apartment over and over in his hands.

He took a deep breath to calm himself when he put the key in the door, thanking the Gods he was able to get in.

“Y/N,” he called out to you. Listening for any sound.

No lights were on. The kitchen looked unused. There was no food out anywhere. His own thoughts were uneasy.

He walked quietly down the hall to your bedroom. He called out to you again. He thought he heard a soft gasp.

When he entered your bedroom, it was obvious that you had been in bed for long periods. The pile of water bottles, tissues and the mountain of blankets told the story. He saw a dim light from behind your closed bathroom door. Then he heard it.

Your soft cry. His heart shattered.

He softly knocked on the door. He kept his voice low, “y/n….its me.”

“Go away Aemond. I’m just sick. I appreciate you stopping by. But I’m okay.”

Leaning his head against the door, “sweetheart, no you’re not.”

He heard your heavy sobs and all he wanted was to comfort you in anyway.

“I’m going to come in. Can I open this door?” He didn’t want to force you but he needed to see you.

“Please don’t,” you whimpered, “you’re going to get mad.”

“No baby. I won’t. I’m here for you. I’m not leaving,” he slowly pushes the door open and scans the room.

It took all he had not to crumple to the floor in tears when he saw your form curled up in your bathtub.

Your hair was a mess of tangles on top of your head, your clothes were a mess. That wasn’t the worst. The deep cuts along your arm, the smears of your blood on the white porcelain. Your hand trying to stop the flow on the most fresh wound.

Your eyes were red and swollen, trails of your tears still wet on your cheeks. You looked at him as he slowly knelt beside the tub. You didn’t have words.

He didn’t make any fast movements, even though what he wanted was to pull you into his arms and never let go. That might be too much.

Instead he took off his leather coat and laid it on the floor. He pushed up the sleeves on his black Henley. He could feel his pulse racing. This was the worst it’s been. He was scared but you needed him now.

“Let me see baby,” he spoke softly.

Shaking your head no and clutching your arm to your chest.

“Please love,” he tilted his head down to you.

“I fucked up,” sobbing out, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be here..”

“Hey, listen. I’m going to help you okay? You know I’d never do anything to hurt you. I need to see your arms. Let me make sure none of those are deep and I can start to help you.”

You sat, holding your arm against your shaking body. You knew he wasn’t there to hurt you or judge you. Your heart ached for him to help. He saw through every word that you tried to pretend that everything was fine. He knew you. And still, there he is. Willing to be in this with you even when it wasn’t pretty.

Your shoulders slump and more tears fall. But you listen to your heart and reach out to him, “okay.”

He let out the breath he was holding as he held your battered arms in his hands. He couldn’t help the tears as he examined the lines you had opened. Thankfully they weren’t deep or life threatening, even the freshest one had started to close. He closed his warm hands around your wrists.

Your eyes met his and you saw it. The concern he had for you, the worry, and the love. Your chest ached, “I’m sorry. I’m weak.”

He shakes his head, “don’t apologize. You’re not weak. You’ve been so strong. Too strong maybe. You’ve just got so much on you and you reached your breaking point,” he softly caresses your face, “my sweet girl, you don’t have to carry it all alone anymore.”

You sob even harder. You’ve never had anyone even come close to loving and caring for you the way he does. It scares you sometimes because you don’t know how to accept it, “you’re going to leave. Everyone does. No one stays.”

He stands and wraps his arms around you, lifting you from the tub and holds you against his body. He cradles your head against his neck with one hand as he holds your waist with the other.

You wrap your aching arms around him and the dam breaks. Your knees feel weak from the onslaught of what you feel. You don’t fall from him, he only holds tighter. Your cries are muffled against him.

His heart breaks hearing you cry. He plants soft kisses in your hair and holds you to him. His low voice in your ear, “let it all out baby. I’ve got you. I’m not leaving. I’m here. Right here.”

He continues to comfort you while you cry until your body is exhausted. Your heaving chest and gasps for air make it clear you have nothing left to release.

He strokes your back, “that’s my girl. I know that hurt but I’m proud of you for letting me be there for you. Will you let me help you some more?”

You nod against him.

“That’s good. Very good. Would it be okay if I get you cleaned up? Let me wash your hair, give you a bath and then I’ll get you to bed. I’ll stay with you the whole time. Will you let me do that, sweet girl?”

“Yeah,” sniffling and wiping your face on his shirt.

“Thank you,” he kisses your hair, “we’re going to take this slow. All you need to do is breathe for me. That’s it. Just breathe.”

He sits you down on the closed lid of the toilet. He offered a smile as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. He turned to get your brush and something to help him tame your hair. It took everything he had to not sob for you. His beautiful baby.

He slowly knelt in front of you, “we’re going to get you sorted. I promise. I want to get your hair brushed out before we get you in the tub. Just tell me if I’m hurting you.”

You nod and let him work. You close your eyes and tremble as he begins. If you had more tears, they would surely be on her cheeks. You hated yourself for Aemond brushing your hair like you were some toddler. But you couldn’t do it. It had taken every ounce of your strength to just exist.

It takes several minutes to get your hair free from itself but Aemond didn’t seem to mind, “there we are. All smooth and ready.”

He kisses your cheek and leans over to the tub. He turns on the water and washes the stains away. He grabs your hand and puts it under the faucet, “is that too warm for you?”

“A little.”

“Okay,” he adjusts the temperature, “how is that?”

You nod. It did feel better.

“Good. Now I have to undress you to get you in the water. Is that okay?”

Nodding, “it’s okay Aemond. It’s okay if you touch me to clean me up. I just can’t.”

He held you against his body again and rubbed your back, “Ssshhh….I know baby. I know. You’re just exhausted. It’s going to be alright. Deep breaths for me. Stay calm.”

You do as he asks you to as you feel him remove your clothing. He doesn’t stare at your body even as he has you naked before him. He only looked you over to make sure you weren’t injured. Somehow, that felt more comforting than anything.

He lifted you up and into the water. You watched as he quickly pulled his long hair up into a messy bun. It always made you laugh. You smiled at him.

He was encouraged that this one thing could make you smile. You weren’t too far gone, “I’m glad that made you smile. Even if only for a second.”

He washed your hair and body with his tender touch. He didn’t force you to speak. All you had to do was just breathe, as he promised you would.

After he was finished, he toweled off your skin and carried you to the bedroom. He sat you down on the bed as he turned to find you clothes to sleep in. You pulled at his shirt and shook your head, “I want this one.”

He happily pulled away his shirt and slipped it over your head. You sighed as the shirt covered you, “comfortable?”

You nod as you lay down in your bed.

He sat beside you and emptied his pockets. He sent Aegon a quick message to say everything was under control but he may not be available for a few days. He sat everything on the nightstand and laid behind you.

“Can you just hold me,” you whisper.

“Of course I can,” he reaches out but you roll towards him. He chuckles softly and holds you to his body. He runs his fingers through your wet hair and trails another hand down your back. He kisses your forehead, “I know you’re exhausted and need to rest. That’s what we’re going to do. But, we’re going to talk about this after you’ve had some sleep.”

“I know,” your voice cracking.

“I’m not angry with you. I’m not disappointed. You just scared me and I need to know that you’re going to be okay.”

You nod against him, “it just got bad. My mom has been on her usual thing. She was pissed about….”

He put a finger to your lips, “hush now. You’re still really raw and emotionally drained. I know what a state your mom can put you into. I’m sorry I didn’t ask about how you were or that I wasn’t here.”

“I didn’t let you in,” you yawned, “but you kept trying. And you’re here now.”

He held you tighter, “I am here. Close your eyes, Princess. Just breathe and relax. Sleep. I’m here.”

You began to take deep breaths against his, taking in his scent. He continued to rub your back and hold you to his warm body.

He felt your muscles relax and watched your breathing even out. He softly kissed your forehead and whispered, “you are so worthy of love Y/N. You are worthy of me. Remember that I love you with my whole heart.”

He closes his eyes and tries to not think about tomorrow. That conversation will be difficult. What he knows is he is here, no matter what, to help you pick up the broken pieces.

#aemond x you #aemond fanfiction #modern!aemond #modern!au #aemond targaryen #oddduckthatgirl #aemond x reader

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myhairpintrigger · 11 months

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can you do something that’s like aftermath of the darkling’s death and how it affects the reader and like what would happen to her?? does not have to be happy thx

it’s not happy (no surprise, surely. i’m sorely against happy needing) but also hehe i love u for this. thank you for feeding my addiction to misery and wallowing.

warnings: mentions of death, thoughts of unaliving yourself IF YOU SQUINT

word count: 888

Right Where You Left Me (aleksander morozova x fem!reader)

Sometimes, you could still hear him breathe at your side. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest underneath your cheek. You could still smell him.

The moments between fully waking and fully sleeping were the most blissfully painful for you. Those were the moments where you could fully immerse yourself in the memory of your husband. He was still alive there, in that sliver of time.

Waking was a cold, lonely endeavor. Waking meant you realized you were not laying upon his chest, you were laying on a cold bed in a cell underneath the palace. Waking meant you smelled nothing but dust and decay. Waking meant you didn’t hear his soft breaths, instead you hear nothing but your own mixed with the ear-splitting silence of your new home.

Grief didn’t even begin to cover a fraction of what you felt. Sadness wasn’t strong enough to describe your melancholia. The all-consuming, soul-crushing weight of Aleksander Morozova’s loss sat heavy upon your chest and sucked the air right of your lungs. Over, and over again, never ending, never able to be soothed.

A part of you wished that you could’ve been there in his dying moments, but the other part of you was glad you didn’t have to see life escape his eyes. Instead you’d been tucked away safely at the sanctuary, far away from the violence. You didn’t want that, not initially, at least. But he insisted, the wise bastard insisted that you stay far away from harm’s reach. Oh, and he promised, he swore upon his life that he’d return to you.

It was the only promise he didn’t keep for you.

Only a day short of a week had passed since he left. You were left alone at the sanctuary, and he told you it would be better than you getting hurt. On the evening of the sixth day of his absence, heavy footsteps clamored down the hallway. Doors were slammed open and rooms were rummaged through. Though you knew what was coming, you wanted so desperately to believe that all was well.

When the door to your bedroom flew open, the first face you saw was Alina Starkov’s. Next to her were two soldiers and a boy with blonde hair. Nikolai Lantsov, you guessed. You straightened yourself up in the chair that you were perched in and you set aside the book you weren’t ever really ever reading.

“Aleksander Morozova is dead.”

You were sure Alina had said it, but you couldn’t recall as clearly as you would have liked.

The feeling that shrouded your stomach was comparable to that of being deathly ill and you felt bile rise in the back of your throat. Your breathing had picked up rapidly and the world around you began to distort and twist as if you were peering up from underwater.

“Then kill me as well.” You remember whispering, your hands curling into your palms, nails digging violently into your soft palms.

You were not Grisha, there was not a fight that you could put up that wouldn’t be easily ended by Alina alone.

She did not kill you. Instead you were shackled and brought to Os Alta on a horse accompanied by a stocky soldier who had been a bit too rough. You weren’t sure if you wished to be dead or not, only that you wished to be by Aleksander’s side. Whatever that entailed.

Once you had arrived at Os Alta, you were told you’d stand trial for treason, for siding with the Darkling. But as the days dragged on in the cells underneath the beautiful palace above you, you began to question whether or not anyone still remembered you were there.

The silence had begun to drive you mad, and you started hearing your husband call for you. Speak to you. You started to feel him holding you, touching you. They were bittersweet delusions of a mind so shattered by loss.

All you ever wanted to do was sleep.

Your sleep was dreamless usually, and it was the only time that you could escape that bottomless pit that resided in your chest, consuming everything that might come close to it. But those brief moments when you lingered in your sleep yet tiptoed towards your awakening were the sweetest and kindest ones. Aleksander was alive in that state of half consciousness and he was always there. Always at your side. Always within reach. And oh, did you reach for him. Every time you thought you’d grasped him for good, you found yourself pushed into consciousness once more, and the sweetness melted into despair once again.

You loved him. He was your husband, how could you not? You mourned him, you grieved him, you cried his name every single day. You cursed him for breaking his promise to you, you condemned him for leaving you behind to live in a world without him. You’d berate him in your head for letting you become lonely, for allowing himself to falter just enough to let Alina win.

With toe curling cries and teeth chattering wails, you’d beg the silent void around you each night to let you sleep for good. To let you see him again, really see him again.

Not just glimpses made of dreams and wishes.

But you were granted no such relief.

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corpsebasil · 6 months

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knight nikolai and his princess again ladies and gents

oh god im sorry for this one in advance

tw// mc death; unaliving references but not explicit

You were so angry it physically hurt to breathe. You'd sat alone with your knees pulled to your chest, hugging yourself, outside for hours, glaring darkly out at the lake on palace grounds while trying to think of nothing. Trying not to think of—no. No, don't think. Don't.

You squeezed your eyes shut until pinpricks formed in the darkness. After what had happened you’d ran almost a mile into the woods before dropping to your hands and knees and screaming so loud you were afraid your vocal chords would break. You'd had another scream burning inside your stomach ever since–ever since—

"Your Highness?" The familiar sound of the knight's voice instantly broke chills out on your skin, your muscles tense as a wire. You didn't look at him as he sat beside you awkwardly on the grass, but the tension was high enough to make you grit your teeth. The fact that he even had the nerve to speak to you was insane. Sir Ronan. That bastard. "I um, I brought you some of his things."

Your eyes slid so slowly to his that his body was as tense as your own when you looked at him. The dark-haired knight swallowed and passed over a small box of random items. You held his gaze for one more lethal moment before peering inside. You could've wretched.

It was all there—the majority of his meager possessions. A ring he always wore on a necklace during crusades; the handkerchief you'd given him as a token to carry during the annual joust and sword-fighting competitions; his favorite book. You sucked in a sharp breath and looked up, your hand pausing on a white-linen shirt in the box. Your fingertips lingered on the fabric; even from there you could still smell the trace scents of his cologne.

"I'm sorry for your loss, princess—" Ronan began but, before he could finish the horrible sentence, your hand flashed out and struck him so hard across the face your palm stung.

He lurched to the side from the blow, eyes wide when he met your own.

"You're a liar." You seethed and he flinched. "You're a liar and a gods-damned traitor and I hate you. It should be you that's dead!"

His face flushed and he nodded, expression pained.

"I tried to stop it, but—I mean, this morning I—”

"You think if I couldn't have stopped it then you could have? I'm the fucking princess of Ravka."

"Your highness please, he–he was covering for me, he—Saints, I'd fucked up and I couldn't stop him from—”

"Get away from me."

"Princess—”

"Get away. Nikolai is dead. He's dead and it's your fucking fault get away from me!"

You could've stabbed him and Ronan would've felt better. Like the coward that he was his own eyes filled with tears in the face of your fury. He stood and left, leaving you alone to press Sir Nikolai's shirt to your face, the fabric muffling the loud, horrible sobs that left your broken body.

That morning was when it had happened. You'd been woken in a rush by a flurry of distraught handmaidens, their expressions weak and agonized. One was even crying and, when they helped you get dressed, you were too afraid to ask why.

You’d found out exactly why when you were escorted outside by two strange knights that were familiar but not on a name-to-name basis. You leaned towards one of your ladies to ask, "Where's Sir Nikolai?", but she only shook her head, a strangled noise leaving her mouth before she excused herself.

After that you were mute, only able to walk in petrified silence as your mind dredged up every possible reason why he was absent. You hadn't seen him for a week since he'd left on a mission but he'd greeted you briefly last night, saying he had a meeting. But not before covering your face in kisses, offering you the chocolates he'd brought back, and then worshipping every inch of your body until you felt light-headed.

wait author's note I need a break I'm hurting myself rn

"I love you." He'd whispered before he left, pressing a soft, heavenly kiss to your mouth. His brow was furrowed as if in concentration, his hands framing your face."I'll always love you, my princess. Always."

Now as you stepped outside every possible scenario left your brain in an instant. You sucked in a breath that sounded like a yelp before you raced forward.

The knights weren't fast enough to grab you in time before you were hurtling towards the raised wooden platform in the square. The platform only used for public executions. The platform where Sir Nikolai stood, hands tied, his expression stoic as he stared ahead. But when he caught sight of you streaking through the forming crowd his expression turned stricken.

'No.' He mouthed at you, shaking his head. His eyes were pleading; he wanted to be strong in these last moments if he could. He couldn't bear to see your face. 'No, princess.'

"No!" You practically shrieked back, then gasped when a strong arm looped around your middle and held you back from running up the platform. If you could just get to him, if you could just get to him then—

"Your Highness, stop." A rough male voice intoned and you sagged; Sir Dominik. Nikolai's right-hand man and closest friend. "Let him have his dignity."

"Damn his dignity—Nikolai!" But now people in the crowd were murmuring in confusion and shock; why was the princess screaming for this knight to be spared? "Dominik, please, what's—?"

"I'll explain later. Right now," his voice was near silent as he held you, back against his chest, more of a straitjacket than a comfort. "now, you need to just—just compose yourself. Nothing can be done." When you started to babble in protest again he squeezed you tighter. “Nothing.”

You were crying so fast and hard it was difficult to see, but you could see the executioner as he approached the platform. Nikolai visibly tensed, his throat bobbing on a deep swallow as the noose was brought. You barely suppressed a wail of grief when the executioner read off the charges: treason, murder, and insubordination. You couldn't believe it. This wasn't real.

But when the drumroll began you felt wild; you stared at Nikolai, chest heaving, as he blinked three times at you in rapid succession. 'I love you.' It was code for when you couldn't say it in public. Always three: three taps on the shoulder, out of sight. Three squeezes of the hand if he could sneak it. The gesture was so agonizing to witness that you barely managed to blink back before Dominik suddenly twisted you hard, the both of you whirling to face the opposite direction.

He wasn’t going to let you watch.

Your cry of shock and terror could not be heard over the drop of the trapdoor.

That was what had led to now. Allegedly, during combat, a few innocents had been killed in the confusion. They hadn't been told to take the route they had, but the knights complained of being hungry and tired so Sir Nikolai had relented. And when Sir Ronan, the newest recruit, had fucked up by misfiring, he knew that his life was forfeit. Killing Ravkans wasn't excusable. He'd babbled and panicked and finally, finally, Nikolai had grabbed him by the shoulders and told him to shut up. Just shut up. The boy was only eighteen, for Saint's sakes. He had to calm him down.

"During the meeting last night,” Dominik told you in a very hushed voice. "there was confusion on who had misfired. Every knight was asked but the general consensus was that it was either Nikolai or, most likely, Ronan. Everyone knows Nikolai's aim is flawless. But Ronan couldn't speak up, the bloody coward." Dominik shook his head angrily. "I could kill him. He didn't speak up so Nik stepped forward, damn him."

Dominik stood and began to pace around your room while you watched from the floor, back against the foot of your bed. It felt like the ground was opening up beneath you. He paused and, taking a deep, shaky breath, clenched his hands into fists before continuing.

"Nik said it was—” Dominik's voice cracked and your heart broke further. "he said it was him. That he'd take full responsibility and understood the punishment he—” Dominik ran a hand over his eyes. "I'm supposed to be Captain, now. I don't even bloody want the position. Not like this."

You licked your lips and opened your mouth but nothing came out. There were no words left. No air left in the world. When you let out a whimper, then a gasping sob, Dominik raced over and crouched beside you, tugging you into his arms.

"He loved you." Dominik whispered quietly, rocking you back and forth. "I promise he did. He's waiting for you up there, you know?"

You pulled away and looked at him slowly, then forced a small, blank smile.

im sorry but for next bit. all I can think of is that painting of Ophelia.

The next morning at dawn, Dominik found you. He found you laying on the shore of the lake, soaking wet, your skin pale and lips blue. He let out a cry and tugged you up against his chest, his tremendous grief on losing Nikolai now doubled by the loss of you, too.

oops

#shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #wattpad #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone imagine #fluff #six of crows #sir nikolai lantsov #knight nikolai #knight nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov angst

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bebx · 1 year

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Random Art the Clown Headcanons

POV: you’re friends with Art

he’s spice intolerant, which makes him physically/anatomically incapable of eating/digesting anything spicy.

so don’t feed him anything spicy. he’ll get rash and itchy mouth.

and then he’ll get moody.

and Art unalives people when he is moody, to get him back to being his old happy and giggly self again. (or he’ll just start acting annoyingly childish, pouting and moping around, until the discomfort goes away.)

random af gifts. Art is a gift giver. that’s how he shows affection to the people he cares about (if there’s someone he cares about) — the gift varies from a dead animal to a human’s heart.

he doesn’t need a ‘special occasion’ to gift someone. Art loves surprises, aka when you least expect it.

he’s a clingy mf.

like a giant teddy bear who follows you around until you give him attention

Art doesn’t know what a personal space is, but he doesn’t like the sound of it. so… don’t expect it.

unless it’s his personal space that he wants, then he knows exactly what it means, and hoo boy, you better not cross the boundary when he is angry and wants to be left alone.

contrary to popular belief, Art is actually a decent driver (shocking. I know). sure, he likes running a kid over for shit and giggles. but if he’s going somewhere, he’ll concentrate on the road. not for the safety of other people but rather because he wants to get to the destination without a distraction. and because he doesn’t want to deal with unwanted attention from the authority (unless he feels like unaliving them when he’s pulled over, then he’ll drive like a maniac that he is on purpose. but if Art has somewhere he needs to be, he’ll just focus on getting there. and yeah… dude’s a pretty decent driver, actually.)

he doesn’t get sick often. but when he does come down with something, it’s a nasty flu that leaves him being bedridden for days.

Art is, without a doubt, THEE worst patient.

like… ever.

also, just like a cat, Art hates water.

he… has his own way of keeping himself clean and he does like a nice, warm bath after a bloodbath (no pun intended). he just doesn’t like getting wetted unexpectedly.

like walking down the street at night, stalking a potential next victim, and the rain unexpectedly pours down on him.

that will ruin his mood. not good.

Art has to be the one in control. always.

he doesn’t take no for an answer.

he’s super stubborn, too.

he never. ever. let anyone see him without the face paint. him without his face paint is his most vulnerable state.

if he ever willingly let someone be around him when he has no clown makeup on (without the intention of killing them later), it means they’re extremely special to him and he trusts them wholeheartedly.

that’s just… something no one knows if Art’s really capable of, trusting someone and letting himself be vulnerable around them.

love may be too strong a word for someone like Art. but if he likes someone, he’s super possessive — because they are his property — so if anyone messes with his property… let’s just say their body will be very hard to identify after Art’s done with them.

and like a cat, he purrs. obviously, he doesn’t speak or make noises, but he does purr softly from his throat. and if you have your head under his chin, you can feel his skin vibrate a little, too.

he secretly loves being cuddled.

basically, he’s a big cat.

let me know if you want more of these xx

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samoankpoper21 · 19 days

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With Love, Oikawa

A/N Still reeling from the loss of my cousin '^^ It's not an easy experience to lose someone, it never will be. Surround yourselves with your loved ones, tell them you love them daily because you never know when they'll pass. I'm glad I was able to tell my cousin that I loved him before he passed so please don't mind this post '^^ I just needed to get this out of my system ^^ hope that makes sense and as usual hope y'all enjoy this drabble. T/W: Small mention of unaliving oneself

Word count: 1880

It was a freak accident. At least that's how the doctor's described it.

Morning of you woke up and your inner being was off, something felt misaligned. You peered over to your smirking husband as he reached over to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. "Morning love."

"Morning." you whispered. Years of dating and 2 years of marriage Oikawa could sense when something was bothering you. His eyebrows scrunched together studying your face. "What's wrong?" Taking a shaky breath you answered, "Honestly I don't know. I woke up feeling...weird."

"Anything I can do to alleviate that weirdness?" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively pulling you closer to him. You giggle giving him an eskimo kiss. "I'm sure it's nothing babe." You both lay there staring at each other, the love for one another apparent in your eyes. He sighs contently kissing your forehead. "What did I do to deserve you?" you hum in response. "Come on babe, gotta get ready for work." He groaned, interlocking your legs together. "Gimme 5 more minutes. 5 more minutes."

"Babe I would love to but I have an important meeting today." He pouted hugging you impossibly tighter. You couldn't resist his pouty face so you chuckled, hugging him back promising, "5 minutes top Toru."

"Yes!"

15 minutes had passed and Oikawa was walking you to the door watching as you slipped your flats on. "What do you feel like eating for dinner babe?"

"You know I'm fine with-you know what, scratch that. Maybe bone broth soup? It's starting to get cold."

"Ok love, I'll get it from that shop in town."

"You're a god send."

"You're just now realizing." You pinched his arm pulling him close. Leaning down to your height, cupping your face, he says, "I love you you know that? Not more than myself but you're alright." You giggled lightly smacking his arm. "I guess you're alright too." He pecked you once, twice, the third time his arms snaking around your plush waist pulling you close, your hands instantly weaving in his light brown locks, his cologne and scent filling your nostrils. "Okay, okay I have to go. Seriously Toru." Trying to pry his arms away from you he pouted dramatically. "What am I gonna do without you for 8 whole hours?"

"Babe you're more than enough entertainment for yourself. Chill."

"You're right. I am pretty awesome." Chuckling, shaking your head, you gave him a quick peck again turning around to wave at him. "I love you."

"Love you more."

The meetings seemed to drag forever. You just wanted to rush home into your husband's arms as he held you. Just one more hour. This was the mantra that was getting you through this work week. It finally hit 5PM and you rushed to the kiosk swiping your card. "Bye everyone! Have a good weekend! Good work today!" you rushed out bowing to your superiors before rushing to your car pushing on the accelerator. Pulling into the driveway you noticed Toru's car not there. Probably went to get dinner. Stepping out you couldn't help but notice how eerily quiet your neighborhood was. Usually there would be some type of noise but everything was...still. You tried shaking off the anxious, dreadful feeling that stayed with you since the morning but it just wouldn't dissipate. Slipping off your shoes at the entrance you changed into your house slippers when the shrill notes of your ringtone broke the silence. Frowning at the unrecognized number you debated on whether you should ignore the call but something in you urged, nagged, you to pick up. "Hello?"

"Hello is this Mrs. Oikawa?"

"This is she."

"My name is Ito Asahi. I'm calling from Midori hospital in regards to your husband." With a quivering voice and shaky hands you ask, "Is...is he ok?"

"Your husband was involved in an accident."

"I don't-I don't understand." the dispatch cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the news he was about to deliver. "Mrs. Oikawa, your husband was hit head on by a drunk driver and was pronounced dead-" the phone dropped, everything sounding muffled, your breathing ragged. You clutched at your chest, tears falling down your eyes, trying to focus on what to do next. Why was it so got damn hard to breathe? "Mrs. Oikawa? Mrs. Oikawa? Mrs. Oikawa?!" Ito's voice slowly brought you back, your hearing now accompanied by a ringing in your ear. "He...he's dead?"

"I'm sorry." you broke down sobbing clutching at your chest. Fumbling for your phone you dialed Hajime. "Hey Y/N-chan."

"Ha-Hajime," your voice broke.

"Y/N? What's wrong? Are you ok? Is everything ok?"

"T-T-Toru,"

"What about him? Did he hurt you?" shaking your head you continued. "T-T-Toru -hic- i-is -hic gone. -hic- He's gone Hajime!" The sound of shoes fumbling and keys being thrown into a pocket could be heard when Hajime blurts out, "Stay there I'm coming to get you."

Hajime found you sitting on the floor in the dark staring numbly ahead. Gently he helped you up, put on your shoes and coat, and asked where Oikawa was. Surprisingly you were able to utter, "Midori Hospital." The drive there was silent, Hajime having already called your mother-in-law. You watched as the green trees and pink hued sky zoomed by, your ears still ringing. The emergency room doors slid open, the bustling of the the patients being wheeled past and nurses zooming by brought you back to the present. You could hear monitors beeping, the intercom paging a doctor to the maternity ward, nurses taking note of vitals from patients sitting out in the lobby. Hajime lead you to the reception area stating, "Hello. We're looking for an Oikawa Toru." the nurse quickly clacked away at her keyboard when she affirms, "Go through the double doors on your left hand side, his room is 1-B which will be on your right. We were waiting for next of kin before wheeling him away."

"Thank you."

You were numb. Everything felt off. It was as if your body was merely a shell and you were just a third party watching, observing as you and Hajime made your way to his room. With shaky hands, Hajime slowly peeled the green curtains back only to find Oikawa's lifeless form covered by a white and green plaid blanket. "Oi," Hajime's voice broke. "Oi trashy-kun wake up. Wake up! Oikawa Toru wake up!" the sobs began racking through Hajime's body, you began rubbing his back. Shortly after your mother-in-law appeared beside you, her shrill wailing piercing the air, your tears silently falling.

The funeral procession went by smoothly and quickly, you being on autopilot. Former and present teammates came to wish their condolences. You instantly recognized the short, orange haired wing spiker and Oikawa's junior setter looking down cast for the first time. "Thank you for being here." you mutter. Numbly you watched as the casket lowered into the ground, the thud of the casket deafening. Iwaizumi escorted you home. "Are you sure you'll be ok Y/N-chan?"

"I'll be fine thank you Hajime."

"Are you sure? If you need anything-"

"I just...I just need time alone." Worried he gave you one last glance before engulfing you in a hug. "Call me? For anything."

"I will." The door silently clicked close as you dragged your feet towards your shared bedroom. Plopping down on the bed you clutched and inhaled Oikawa's San Juan jersey. You got a whiff of his scent and cologne, the dam you tried to hold in your chest finally bursting. Your sobs came out in waves racking your whole body folding the jersey within the confines of your pudgy body, your chest.

4 months later

Since Oikawa's passing you have been on leave for bereavement; you weren't ready to face work, reality really. Hajime and your mother-in-law made it a habit to check in on you; concerned when you brought it to their attention that you would be taking a trip to Kamakura. You reassured them that you would be okay and that you had no intention of ending your life. Walking the shores of Kamakura you peered out towards the ocean with Oikawa's jersey in your beach bag. Laying your towel down in a spot near the shade, you took out your notebook, his jersey and began journaling.

Hi babe, it's me again. It's been 4 months since you've been gone and I can't say that it's getting easier. Hajime and mom have been checking up on me regularly, making sure that I put a little something in my stomach, especially on the days that I don't feel like it. Remember babe when you promised me that we would go to the beach? You kept telling me about how beautiful the beaches in San Juan were and how they don't compare to your beauty so I'm taking a solo trip to Kamakura. I figured this beach is probably on par as San Juan and your essence ha ha ha. How are you? I miss you. I'm taking it minute by minute, the whole bullshit about taking it day by day is hard. As each day comes to a close it gets hard to sleep because I'm always expecting you to come through the door yelling, 'Baaaaaaabeeee I'm hooooooomeeeee.' Each day has its struggles. Some days I'm okay, other days I find myself sobbing nonstop, others I sit there numbly staring at the wall. Pathetic huh? I just know you're probably giving me shit about not doing things extravagantly ha ha ha When is this gonna end? This empty feeling I mean. Since you left there's a gaping hole in my heart that will be tough to fill. Tough but not impossible. You wouldn't be you if you didn't leave me with a little surprise. I found out earlier this week that I'm pregnant. We're having a boy baby! Can you believe it?! When the doctor told me I had tears of joy, sadness, and just remember this feeling of being scared. How am I gonna do this without you? :(( I'm thinking of naming our son either Touki for winter pleasure since that's when he's due or Towa for eternal peace; I'm leaning towards Towa kekeke Oikawa Touki? Oikawa Towa? Has a funny ring to it ^^ What do you think? I've already told mom and Hajime that I have news for them once I get back home late tonight. I want them to be the first to know. I miss you babe. I love you. I will tell our son all about how flamboyant, egotistical, loving, and romantic his dad was and how amazing of a setter you were. Are you playing up there? Wherever you are. Every time I see a clear, starry night it takes me back to when you asked me to marry you^^ Sorry. I know I'm going all over the place but I just really, really, really wanted to let you know that I love you. so so very much. And I miss you more than words can describe. Talk to you later. Sending kisses to the sky. Wait for me my love. I have a lot of work to do here before I can join you^^ love love love you. With love, Y/N.

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unholy-reids · 8 months

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Dilaudid

Summary: Spencer’s life spirals out of control when his dilaudid addiction collides with Gideon’s departure, but he has you to look after him. (Based on Season 3 Episode 3 and previous episodes depicting Gideon’s resignation as well as Reid’s drug addiction.)

Warning: So many… Mentions of drug use and unaliving, some fluff, snappy behavior, vulnerability, idk man, just don’t click if you’re a sensitive to those topics.

Also if you or someone you know has a drug problem or thoughts about not existing anymore, don't hesitate to call any of the hotlines, Help is available, don't forget you matter. ♥️

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

WC: 2.5k

dividers by @cafekitsune <3

Spencer,

I knew it would be you who came to the cabin to check on me.

You must be frightened, I apologize for that. I never meant to cause you any pain. But then I also never envisioned writing this letter. I've searched for a satisfactory explanation for what I'm doing, all I've come up with is: a profiler needs to have solid footing. I- I don't think I do anymore. The world confuses me. The cruelty, indifference, tragedy.

When my dear friend Sarah was murdered, it tore a hole in me, and I truly believed the way to handle the pain was to get back to our work as quickly as possible. Get on to helping somebody else. I thought I could handle Sarah's murder, work through it…

…I no longer trust myself in the field. And without that, I have nothing.

And that was the last domino. The death of that girl. Hotch being suspended over something that was my fault. I said at the beginning of this letter, that I knew it would be you to come up here. I'm so sorry the explanation couldn't be better, Spencer.

And I am so sorry that it doesn't make more sense, but I've already told you, I just don't understand any of it anymore.

I'm sorry.

I guess I'm just looking for it again. For the belief I had back in college. The belief I had when I first met Sarah and it all seemed so right.

The belief in happy endings.

The letter was devastating, Spencer felt alone, the one man in his life that was like a father to him disappeared without a trace, just like Spencer’s dad, Gideon left a letter, even if it didn’t make sense at the time. Hotch was still suspended, and the entire team was now under scrutiny by Strauss and a board of higher ups, but the cases never stopped coming in, the team was on their way to another case, Spencer was by himself on one side of the jet, looking over the file JJ had given him earlier this morning, Prentiss, Morgan, JJ, and you were all briefing each other on the current case you had to work on, the bastard was killing people based on their phobias.

Atop the file Reid was rereading Gideon’s letter, trying to make sense of it, flashbacks of Gideon’s empty cabin and finding the letter addressed to him were vivid in his mind, the craving for dilaudid was coursing through his veins, he could feel himself itch. “Hey,” Your soft voice interrupted causing him to shift in his seat and put away the letter, “Are you okay?” You knew it was a dumb question to ask, but you were genuinely curious to pick at his brain and find out how he really felt, silent Reid was very uncommon, he was your friend and you cared, even though you saw him as much, much, more. Reid gave you a dim smile. “I’m fine,” taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you reached over to touch his hand, his big brown puppy dog eyes looked at yours and you could see the pain and confusion behind them.

“You don’t have to go through this alone, Reid.” You offered, his brows knit together, “I don’t need you to profile me y/n, it won’t end well, and you can’t possibly know what I’m going through.” He snapped, it made your heart hurt slightly, but you backed off, your crush on the beautiful genius grew each day you got to know him, and seeing him this broken just didn’t sit well with you, or anyone on the team. “Don’t push him, let him come to you,” JJ said, when you sat back down, she was the only one who knew about your feelings for Reid, you wondered if the rest of the team knew, not that you cared.

“I know, it’s just sad to see him that way, he’s closed himself off to all of us,” You glanced back at Spencer, who went back to reading the letter Gideon left him shamelessly leaving the file wide open in front of him.

Upon arrival and working the case, there were little words shared between boy wonder and yourself unless it had to do with the case, being the only ones without assignment, Prentiss sent you both to speak to the family of the unsub, just to see what you could dig up working as a team, you drove while Spencer rode next to you, several times you looked over to him, his red rimmed eyes from lack of sleep and crying was carving a hole around your soul, you cleared your throat. “Spence,” You began. “I know I’m new to the team, and I have absolutely no words to make you feel better, if I could remove the pain however, I would, don’t be afraid to take some time—.”

He looked at you, cutting you off, “Are you saying I can’t do my job?”

“No! No, God no, you’re the smartest person I ever met, if there’s anyone who can do this job with his eyes closed is you, I just want you to know that you can trust me, with anything, and if you need time to heal, it’s okay…”

He looked far ahead, not wanting to look at you. “I also had Gideon, look at how that turned out.” He snapped back. You tried your best to not let your emotions get the best of you. “I’m just saying you’re not alone Spence,” You looked over at him, he was already staring at you, and even if it was for a few seconds, it made your heart thump loudly in your ears, “The team’s here for you, I’m here for you.” He gave you the same dim smile as you approached your destination, stepping out of the vehicle you watched him fix his holster, it made you smile, only Reid could look completely helpless and handsome at the same time.

After interviewing the unsub’s wife you picked up your cell phone to call the rest of the team. “His wife just informed us that her family owns property, if the unsub’s practice has been shut down maybe this is where he carries out the murders.” With this new information, Prentiss ordered the both of you to stay put, within three hours you received a phone call from the Prentiss letting you know the case had ended in tragedy, he’d taken the coward way out, instead of facing justice for what he’d done, you informed the family of what Dr. Stanley had done and with profuse condolences you headed back to the jet, that was waiting to fly to Quantico, you left Spencer alone for the time being, donning on your headphones and trying your best to enjoy the flight after such an outcome.

From the corner of your eye you noticed Spencer looking at you, then looking away, but he said nothing, even when you were safely indoors at the BAU, Spencer was quiet, distant, no random statistics, no random book quotes, he was mute. When it was time to go home, Spencer was the only one who left without saying good night, you watched his tall figure walk away and disappear into the elevator, Morgan was quick to sit on your desk and look at you inquisitively. “So, pretty girl, when are you gonna tell him?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, your eyes darted to his face, he sported a boyish grin. “How did you—”

“I ain’t a profiler for nothin’ so, when are you gonna tell him?” He asked again.

“Spencer needs a break, I can’t just bombard him with my feelings, when what he needs is a friend.” You confided, Morgan shook his head. “You want to support him right?” He asked, you nodded. “Why are you still sitting behind that desk then?” You smiled at the man and stood up, grabbing your bag and a few files. “Good luck y/n,” You heard Morgan behind you, shaking your head you got into the elevator and straight to your car, driving towards Spencer’s apartment. You were hesitant at first, but you pushed yourself up the stairs and stood in front of his door, knocking lightly you realized the door was open, which was odd for Spencer, with immediate concern you drew your weapon and decided to investigate. “Spence?” No answer, venturing further into the apartment, you noticed his bag and his gun neatly on the sofa. “Spencer?” You called out again, silence.

Approaching his room, you carefully pushed in the door, finding Spencer sitting on the floor with his back leaning onto the bed and a needle in his hand, upon noticing you, he looked up, a sad expression on his face, it was clear he’d already taken the drug, you put away your gun and knelt beside him, normally you were able to contain your emotions, compartmentalize them well, but seeing him like this just devastated you, you held him close, as you both cried in silence, with his own help you were able to put him to bed, when you were about to turn around and head to his living room, a weak hand held your arm. “Stay… Please?” He asked, without a doubt you got into bed with him allowing him to be the little spoon as you nursed his high, you didn’t want to reprimand him, but you knew this had to stop, or else this brilliant man was going to fade into addiction.

You held him, and no words were spoken between the two, you ran your fingers through his brown locks until the dilaudid made him fall asleep, taking advantage of this, you were able to get off his bed and take a look around his place, it was messy, dusty and it was clear he hadn’t been picking up after himself, sitting on his couch you allowed yourself to cry, and made yourself a promise then and there to take care of him and help him, backing up what you told him with actions instead of simply words. While Spencer slept, you checked his fridge and it was absolutely abysmal, now you were a woman on a mission, you headed to his local supermarket and got him fruits, veggies, snacks and other goodies, plus all you needed to make him a soup, once you got back upstairs you'd occasionally check on him only to find him still asleep, since Prentiss was left in charge of the team while Hotch was suspended, you called her and made sure that Spencer as well as yourself, had at least two weeks off at the BAU she approved even if you didn't explain why both of you needed the same time off. You set yourself a goal of helping Spencer detox, he would never accept treatment from a facility, that would mean he had to accept the fact that he had an addiction to begin with, Spencer might be a genius but he was prideful.

As you moved around the kitchen the smells were intertwining with each other and you felt his presence, turning around you found Spencer, leaning in the kitchen doorway, watching you cook. “I heard your phone call, I can’t take two weeks off,” He began, his eyes resting on you. “I’m not letting you poison yourself anymore Reid.” You held a ladle in your hands as he stared you up and down. “You can’t just come here and act like you want to fix me, y/n.”

You continued to stir the soup and adding the noodles to it, covering it and turning around to face him, as you spoke you slowly came closer to him. “I’m not trying to fix you Spencer, I’m trying to bring back the man who tells me the origin of Halloween, I’m trying to resurrect the Reid I met a year ago, the one that didn’t need drugs to help him cope, I want my friend back,” You were now looking up at him, staring into his eyes. “Gideon left, and I understand you’re upset but you need to remember that out of the rest of the team, the only person he left a reason, a letter, possibly an explanation, was you Spence, now please… Let me help you,” sweat pooled on Spencer’s forehead, taking his hand you took him to the bathroom. “Shower, clean up, by the time you’re finished the soup will be ready,” His brows knit together, finally understanding that you were really here for him.

Midway into the bathroom, he turned on his heel, “Thank you, y/n.” He said softly as the door closed behind him, Expelling a sigh, you looked around the apartment again, pinpointing where to start cleaning, You began with his books, putting them all in alphabetical order as he would like it, dusting as you went on, this wouldn’t be easy, but with love, books, soup, and patience, you were well on your way to restoring the honorable Dr. Spencer Reid.

A/N: If you guys would like a second part to this, please, please, please let me know. I don't bite! Suggestions, Replies, Reblogs, and likes are all welcome.

#dr spencer reid #reid x reader #reid x y/n #matthew gray gubler #criminal minds fandom #bau #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg fluff #mgg x you #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds

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cheegu3 · 6 days

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Heloo may I request a enhypen reaction when y/n killed themselves and left a note saying "this is all your fault"

Sorry if this makes you uncomfy

oh not at all, I was only on the fence about writing this bc idk if talking about this topic is allowed on tumblr, but I hope u didn’t feel a lot of anxiety when sending in this ask 😭 it is a little short so sorry abt that :c some of the notes are a bit different too to switch it up!

tw / trigger warning: yandere, dark themes, depression, suicide, self-harm, sad asf, cursing, violence, blood, suicide-note, vomiting, gun

pls do not read if this triggers or offends you or if you're struggling !!

Yandere!Enhypen - reaction to you unaliving yourself

Jungwon

He didn't know how to react when he found you dead. No tears fell down his face as he looked for a pulse, clutching your cold hand in his.

When he spotted a note lying a few meters away, a heavy sigh left his lips and he gave you a pained look.

' This is all because of you. If only you'd treated me like a normal boyfriend would, maybe we could've been soulmates. I hope you feel pain for the rest of your life. '

The more Jungwon stared at the note, blaming him for all of your pain and problems; the more he felt like he had to fight to hold back the tears that were itching to fall.

At the same time, he found a strange anger bubbling inside of him. Not only did you - the love of his life, leave him in this way but you had to wish him pain in your last breath too?

He became blinded by anger. The hand that was holding the note clenched and the paper crumbled under it.

He will try to stay alive just to spite you. Trying his best to move on and get happy, maybe fall in love again and find a family just so he could get his revenge; as you watched from above and realized you meant nothing to him.

But Jungwon never got over you, not really.

Heeseung

He got angry immediately, cussing you out and almost getting the urge to hit you. Instead, he took his anger out on a mirror and felt some sense of relief when he started to bleed.

He blamed himself of course. He had been wrong about how you were feeling, even though he often prided himself on having been able to read you like an open book.

He didn't notice your spark slowly dying out; the more he got angry the more he got jealous, and then the more you were punished for the smallest things.

It got to a point where you couldn't even live in the moment and enjoy the short times when he was a sweet boyfriend again, because you were always scared of what would tick him off a few seconds later.

' I'm sorry, Hee. I was so tired of fighting. I love you,

y/n. '

His vision blurred as tears filled his eyes. He could only manage to hold them back for a few seconds before he doubled over and sobbed loudly.

The room filled with loud wails of pain that would even make angels cry. Anyone that heard it would know just how much he loved you.

Heeseung clutched his chest right where his aching heart felt like it was being ripped out of him. '' I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby, '' he kept whispering until he was tired of crying for hours and it turned into shaky murmurs.

He fell asleep, hoping it would be eternal, with your body in his arms; dried tears on his cheeks being replaced by new ones, as even in his sleep he couldn't escape seeing his lover.

Jay

It was the worst phone call he had ever received. He didn't know how to react after it ended, only staring blankly into the distance as his thoughts went crazy.

He needed to see you with his own eyes to believe it so he rushed home. His stomach sank when he spotted the ambulance. Quickly he pushed through the people to get to you.

But when he reached you and saw your lifeless body on the stretcher, he didn't know what to do yet again. A stupid voice inside him told him he should keep his cool in front of all the spectators, even while the love of his life lay dead in front of him.

Did he want to cry, scream, or hold you?

He lowered his eyes to get the image of you like that out of his head. Still in shock, he went inside, locked the doors, and shut the windows' blinds.

He stayed like that for days; barely eating, seeing the sun, or getting out of bed. No matter how bad his depression got and how the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to get further and further away, he still refused to cry.

There was a reason. Your note.

He had seen it while cleaning his house that day he got home. Not wanting to let his thoughts get to him, he started sterilizing and cleaning the whole house. When he then got to the bedroom, a small green note poked out underneath the bed.

He crouched and was about to throw it away until he turned it over and read the first and only line.

' this is all your fault '

And after that, he'd never be the same man again. Most days he wondered if he was even human anymore, he didn't feel anything.

Jake

'' Y/n! I'm home. ''

Jake's face scrunched up as he pouted when you didn't come running to him like usual. Something felt wrong, a bad feeling brewed in his stomach, growing in size the more he moved around in his apartment.

He went further in, peeking around the corners but not calling out for you anymore. It felt better to explain the bad feeling by thinking you were doing something you weren't supposed to, rather than you being hurt; so he moved quietly so he could catch you in the act.

Inside the office, you were nowhere to be found. He guessed you had snuck in there to write to your loved ones or maybe snoop through his stuff. Defeatedly he sighed and moved on, eyes getting caught by the door to the bedroom being slightly open.

Jake stopped in his step and turned back.

'' Y/n? Are you in there? Come out please, I just want to talk, '' he tried, his voice coming out a lot more whiny and desperate than he'd planned.

But he got no response except for silence. His worry grew. One deep breath later he pushed the door open before he could change his mind.

It slowly creaked open, revealing the room little by little. He fell to his knees and gasped.

You were lying in a pool of blood. At first, he felt a surge of anger - who could've done this to you? Then, his attention drifted to the small folded note next to you, and his heart sank.

'' No, please don't say...'' he trailed off, hurrying to unwrap the paper with so much panic that he almost ripped it.

' I wanted to meet my friend one last time, that's all I asked for, but like always it was about what you wanted. We both know that this was all your fault. '

Overcome with despair and grief it wouldn't take long for Jake to join you. He couldn't stand being apart, and he'd find you wherever you were, even in death.

Sunghoon

He felt very angry at you, not himself. Yes, he had dared you to do it while the two of you were in the middle of a screaming match but he hadn't expected you to actually pick up a gun.

The image of you staring at him, tears in your eyes, and that look on your face, which was the last he'd see of you, would forever be etched in his mind.

He couldn't sleep at night. It was like it was burned into the back of his eyes too.

Once your body fell to the floor with a thud, his eyes widened and his lips parted. He knew you were gone without even having to check your pulse.

'' Do it, '' those were his last words to the one person he loved.

He felt sick suddenly, rushing to the bathroom to throw up everything and then some more.

In that bathroom he stayed for hours, just staring blankly at the tiles on the wall, not saying a word or moving an inch. After the sun started setting outside and the light caught his eyes, he finally got up and went to where he had last left you.

You hadn't moved. Sunghoon crouched down next to you and started digging in your pockets for your phone. Something sharp brushed against his palm.

He took it out and saw that it was a note. Unraveling it, he discovered it was a suicide note you must've written a long time ago. Had you always had it on you? Just in case.

' I hate you '

He clenched his fist around the paper, it broke. '' Weak, '' he whispered under his breath and got up.

It was a coping mechanism to place all the anger on you. God knows what he would've done if he started letting that transfer to himself. But, even the anger couldn't stop him from missing you - every single day.

Sunoo

He would blame himself immensely, not having room to be mad at you at all. All that he felt for you was pity and empathy. He tried putting himself in your shoes for the first time and it was a heartbreak he'd never experienced before.

He went to school that day, so excited to see you, only to feel horror as he pushed through the crowd that had formed curiously and saw your body there.

It felt like slow-motion when the wind made you turn and you made eye contact with him. Whispers spread like wildfire all around him, surrounding him completely.

Sunoo felt confused and scared, his eyes darted around anxiously and he tried slipping out. Someone pushed him back.

'' You did this! ''

His head snapped up. A girl, your friend, was standing on the table overlooking the whole classroom. Her eyes were red from crying and in her hand, she was holding something white.

' I'm sorry to do this here, but it's because of my boyfriend, he's controlling and an obsessive, crazy person. I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of him. I'm sorry, I love you '

His world fell apart in an instant. He had no idea you'd been feeling like that, why didn't you tell him? He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair as he came to a realization - you did, and he didn't listen.

He was finally allowed to push through the crowd and run away from the school which he'd never again return to. Tears streamed down his face the whole way home, and they didn't stop even as he reached it.

In his mind, all the ' what if-s ' played. What if he fixed himself and was less obsessive, would you have stayed then? What if he was less jealous, would you have loved him back? What if...what if.

Ni-ki

He tried distracting his mind by both rationalizing it to soften the blow, saying '' we probably weren't made for each other anyway '', and trying to go on dates with other girls.

However, every time he did so, he'd zone out and wish that it was you sitting across from him instead. He started daydreaming which brought a smile to his face until it dropped almost as suddenly as it had come when he heard her voice and realized it wasn't you.

They could never be you.

Suddenly he was angry at them, cursing and telling them to leave him alone and to never text him again.

Deep down he knew he'd never love anyone like you again, and you were actually meant for him; but he hated admitting it and to spare himself from more pain, might never admit it.

That was the thing, you were meant for him. Not anymore; you didn't exist anymore, because of him. He knew that now that his soulmate was gone forever, his bleak days would never be lit up by you again.

Just thinking of that smile, the only one that managed to get through his tough and cold exterior, made him feel like crying or punching something.

He then thought of the note, which he often did, and your body at the morgue because he hadn't come home quick enough to see you, and for that he was grateful; seeing you like that would've driven him to the edge.

The note, the one that read, ' I'm sorry, Riki. I tried, I really did. I love you, -y/n '

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Jaune Arc. The most HORRENDOUS example of a FUCKING KNIGHT.

Trigger warning for this being a drunk as hell post because I decided to drink after a long day of Valentines BS and wanting to make thi post to make one teensy weensy Jaune Stan mad.

Oh yes Rooster Teeth and CRWBY I'm gonna fuckin' shit all over your useless-ass knight character. Why? Because I fuckin' can. So eat a whole ass fucking dick.

So you know Jaune Arc from RWBY right? Literally the "knight character" of the series right. WELL FUCKIN' WRONG. Cause this knight is the example of "I Wanna Be the Main Character" syndrome and literally betrays everything that a knight is meant to do.

So as we know Jaune is meant to be a reference or referred by his naming convention to the actual JOAN OF ARC

Joan of Arc who is well known as history's most bravest female knight of all time. Who had managed to push back many British soldiers all while she received a vision from God in order to continue her rage against the British invaders during the Hundred Years War. Now if we're talking about the Arthurian Legend then this talk would be hella different.

Now starting things off. What pisses me off the most is why wasnt Jaune a fucking woman to kick things off. Like one of the most influential knights in human history being reduced to a secondary wannabe "I wanna be the MC" head-ass boy. Like not gonna lie it would have been much better if he was one cause it would have made a lot more sense if their semblance was seeing events before they happened which woulda made more sense and would have fit Jaune's historical illusion.

But naw. Make his semblance the generic. "I Need Healing" head-ass.

now this would mean that he would be following the Code of Chivalry which this useless-ass knight has failed in so many levels. Take note that there are two Code's of Chivalry one from the Song of Roland and one from the Arthurian Legend of King Arthur. and the following two state.

Song of Roland’s Code of Chivalry:

Fear God and His Church Serve the liege lord in valor and faith Protect the weak and defenseless Live by honor and for glory Respect the honor of women

King Arthurs version of the Code of Chivalry:

Honor Honesty Loyalty Valor

Immediately right off the bat we know for certain that Jaune does not respect the honor of women especially in Vol 9 where Ruby has a whole ass mental break down but Jaune says "Oooh I M THE MAIN CHARACTER! YOUR JUST A FUCKIN' BITCH AND YOU NEED TO LET ME HAVE THE SPOTLIGHT" like tell me that is immediately a massive fail especially when Jaune had respected Pyrrha so much so to the point where this man had multiple different arcs over the course of what. six fucking seasons and still has not gotten over her death. Now yes he did follow through with Penny's Idea.... which was a horrendous idea not gonna lie....

Dude shes fuckin' dead. MOVE ON WITH THE LESSONS SHE HAS TAUGHT YOU. YA FUCKIN' REDDIT MOD LOOKING HEAD-ASS!!!!

Next would have to be Honesty has he literally cheated to get in. Now I count this as a half fail. cause he did prove to have potential in the earlier seasons of RWBY but at the same time. He lied to get into Beacon Academy. which only made me think.... what did Monty cook up for him before Rooster Teeth and CRWBY fucked everything . Another would have to be Loyalty which is a hardcore fail. As he assisted RWBY (aka the four terrorists) into literally destroying an ENTIRE FUCKIING KINGDOM. Actually TWO if you're counting Mantle. Which is just fucking stupid cause this man would warn people and then suddenly everything has to focus around him like once again "Main Character Syndrome." instead of Ruby Rose who IS SUFFERING IN VOLUME NINE!!! Oh Oh Oh. but wait theres more.

but then when Ruby does the Unalive congo and everyone is shocked.. guess what everyone has to hug Jaune cause he is going through shit. When Ruby had it worse!!!

Aka The Four Dumb Fucks who wont realize their Leader just unalived themselves and they just hug the "Main Character Syndrome: Jaune who is going through it instead of mourning Ruby.

What is there in Honor for a man who barely can honor a friends death no less in the "possible afterlife"

Valor- Dude is the example of I'm a fuckin' coward and I need assistance in order to harm the big fuckin' bad.

Loyalty- Jaune " I followed my friends to destroy an entire Kingdom" Arc.

Everybody Jaune Arc. Is Full o' bullshit and he is the worst example of a fuckin' knight who should never get an arc again!

#tw: drunk posting #tw: drunk #RWDE #[To Be RWDE or Not to Be RWDE- RWDE Posting]

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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HELLO AGAIN HAHAHA

(still haven’t seen s4… oopsies)

prompt 7 and 14;) with Billy Hargrove, do whatever it is you please!!

<3 da duck

THANK YOU DUCKY FOR MY SECOND BILLY REQUEST EVER. I NEED MORE.

This is not canon, Billy never gets unalived. I genuinely feel like this is accurate if Billy did live, I think that he would have a psychological breakthrough lol. Not proofread, I'm exhausted and feel like shit.

"Max! Get your ass out here!" My fists slam against the door as a cocky smile spreads across my lips, lifting on my toes to look through the window. I watch as Billy approaches the door, shaking his head and I take a step back, resting my hands on my hips. The door swings up revealing Billy, handsome as ever and he leans against the door.

"Hiya, handsome." I flirt, watching as his brows lift, his lip tucking between his teeth as I smile softly at him. He looks to be healing nicely, the bruises and cuts along his exposed skin now just small and pale. But the large wound on his side, that's the one I worry about and I haven't been able to stop worrying about it since the incident at the mall just weeks ago.

"How's my favorite 'pain in the ass'?" He asks, lifting his arm for me to step into the house. I just shrug, turning back to him as the door shuts, his back leaning against it as his eyes trail over me.

"Hanging in there, stitches came out today so feeling good." My fingers lift the end of my shirt, showing him the pink scar on my abdomen, catching his gaze as his lips tug up into a soft smile.

"Lookin' good." His voice is mildly strained, probably from the anxiety of knowing where the scar came from, knowing that he could've prevented it. But at the end of the day, I jumped in front of him and pushed him out of the way, that was my decision. "Max has taking a liking to you. You're all she talks about." He laughs, kicking off the door to step up to me.

Max and I have been close since the night at the mall. Maybe it's because I saved Billy and allowed him and her to get close, to forget the torment of the past. Or maybe it was because her mom has been taking a break being a mother for the time being, diving into the liquor cabinet since Billy's father left. Maybe she was in need of an older sister figure.

"Yeah, I'm sure have that effect on her brother too." He grins wickedly at my joke, bumping my shoulder with his as he passes by me, stepping down the hall as I follow in his footsteps.

"Shut up, short shit." He throws over his shoulder, watching me intently as I pass by him, tossing myself down onto his bed. He just smirks and sits at the end of the bed, toying with his short strings in his lap.

"I'm pretty cool Hargrove, you should know this." My foot nudges against his thigh as he chuckles, tongue clicking as he looks over at me.

"Saved my life once and you got it in your head that I owe you shit?" I can tell that he's being insincere, knowing better than anyone that he owed me the world. I gave him more time with Max, to finally mend that relationship, I allowed him time to see his dad go to prison for domestic violence, and most importantly, I gave him a chance to change.

A chance he's taken.

A chance I know he's appreciative of.

"You don't owe me. I just get off on the fact that you were a damsel in distress and I saved your ass from a interdimensional freak." He sends a wink my way, scooting back on the bed as he pulls my legs into his lap. His hands soothe over my calves, fingers tracing over the bruises left from where debris fell on me. His lips tug down in a disappointed frown, his eyes seemingly stuck on the blotchy skin.

"How will I ever thank you." He mutters, the sense of teasing and taunting that were once previous in his voice gone as I sigh.

"I can think of a few ways." Sitting up, his eyes flicker back and forth between mine but a genuinely smile appears on his lips, not a smirk, not a snarky comment leaving his lips at my flirting.

"I give you a lot of shit but I never got to thank you." His eyes dip a bit as his cheeks redden, embarrassed and nervous. He looks gentle and boyish, two words rarely ever used to describe him. He's always been so tough and so guarded but as I'm looking at him now, just feet away, he looks as if his heart is aching in his chest. "Don't give me that look." He grumbles, running his fingers through his unruly curls and I giggle, leaning over to shove his shoulder.

"Vulnerable is a nice look on you, Hargrove." I coo, scooting impossibly closer to him as my thighs rest against his, his hands now resting on my knees. He just bashfully grins and shakes his head.

"Just cuz I’m the retired bad guy doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy." It was hard to see him as such after knowing him for so long. He was never the bad guy, just a racist asshole who needed to have something happen to him that changed his world views. Apparently getting involved with the bullshit we've been dealing with in Hawkins for years was just the cure for his bad boy persona.

"Maybe you'd actually get a girlfriend is you did this more often." My fingers inch to reach out to him, to engulf him in love and hugs that he's missed out on in his life, only ever receiving hard hits from his father.

"Who says I'm looking for a girlfriend?"

"The magnet in your pants that seems to attach to any living female." His cheeks redden even more, the embarrassment creeping down his neck and he runs his hands over his face with a groan.

"Maybe I've grown out of that." He offers and I shrug incredulously, tilting my head tauntingly at him.

"Oh yeah? Near death experience slap some knowledge into you?" He cringes at the memory but nods his head anyways, his eyes softening as he looks back up at me, tongue sweeping out over his lips.

"That and hanging out with you so much."

"You love it."

"I do." He responds politely, his eyes flickering down to my lips before slyly playing it off, clearing his throat. A few silent moments goes by, his eyes now locked on my fingers that are clasped in my lap.

"So where is Max?" I break the silence as he stretches, biceps straining as he leans back into the wall, folding his arms over his chest.

"Not here." My jaw drops at his cocky tone, the realization hitting me that I completely abandoned my original plans to hang with Max because I got too caught up with her annoyingly handsome step brother.

"Then why the fuck have I been sitting here, talking to you?" I chuckle, going to move off the bed but Billy's hands firmly secure around my thighs, tugging me back onto the bed and onto his lap.

"Cuz you love me."

"Fuck off." I whisper breathlessly, allowing myself to relax as my flattened palms travel down the planes of his chest and abdomen. He gazes at me softly as I bunch up his shirt, looking at the still black and blue wound lined with stitches and medical tape. My brows furrow, hating that, even though I saved him, that he still received worse injuries than I intended. "Being alone together is not the best idea." I whisper, tired eyes looking up at him as he shrugs playfully.

"Or maybe it is."

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A Time to Love and to Fight

Part Twenty Eight

Summary: Enjolras’s parents receive information…and Enjolras and his wife settling in.

Warning/Notes: Shows the pov of Enjolras’s mother. Shows an interaction between his parents. Wanted to show a new development that will be happen for Enjolras.

Warning: Dated views on the United States..dated views between a married man and woman. Dated views of how a man of “higher status” should be. Mentions unaliving and events that lead up to it…and additionally threats of it possibly happening again.

❤️ s, reblogs and feedback is always welcome.

Loop and tug then pull. Loop and tug the pull. Loop and tug then pull.

“Will you please slow down?”

You made a face pausing, to look over at your husband. “Since when do you care?”

A scuffing sound came from him. “You know I do.” He sighed.

“What do you suppose I do?”

“Stroll in our garden. Write a letter to Julien.” He shrugged. “We don’t need you getting bad humors in your blood.” He absently chewed on his bottom lip.

“I could catch my death in the garden, it is quite frigid. And as you know, I don’t know where Olivier settled him and his wife.”

“Oh? I would have thought the boat would have reached its destination by now.” He remarked dryly.

A sharp knock sliced through the air. You met your husband’s eyes. His eyebrows rose, his mustache twitched.

“Yes?”

One of the elder servants, Xavier walked in.

“What is the reason for the disruption?” Your husband was not pleased.

Xavier, gave a small bow. “There is a solider here that wishes to speak with you.” He looked towards you.

You brought a hand over your heart. “Me?”

“Yes.”

You placed your crocheting beside you. Your husband, came to stand behind you. He met your eyes. You nodded.

“Allow him in.”

He looked like quite the brute before he even spoke. A chill fell over you. He was as big as an armoire. You bit the inside of your cheek, as he drew closer.

“You are the parents of the man known as Enjolras. Leader of a band of rebels.”

His tone was brisk, it was a statement. There was no question in his tone.

You shared a look with your husband. He let out a chuckle. It was the most cynical sound to ever reach your ears. It gave you a chill.

“Our son, is a student at the university.”

You swallowed.

“Him and his friends have been drinking their way through my money.” He paused. “A leader of rebels? No that is not my son.”

The man gaze fell onto you. Your heart stilled. “Perhaps, you naive of the facts mousier but your wife knows the truth.”

Your husband rose his brows. You swallowed.

“I, I…” You trembled. “All I know is he said he had to go to the colonies, that university bored him and he needed adventure.”

As you watched the man’s hand tighten and loosen in a fist, you felt is almost difficult to breath.

“He killed a young man, a Lieutenant in cold bold in a skirmish and you know nothing.” He rose his voice.

Your husband came out from behind you. “Excuse my tone, but how dare you enter my home and accuse my son of murder.”

“Your son came down from his perch, withdrew his pistol and shot him in cold blood.”

Your husband, stepped forward. “I barely could get his nose away from books. I had to practically bribe him to take up fencing. What is your basis for this accusation?”

“I watched him from where we stood our ground. It was my son’s life he took.”

You felt your heart wrench. You knew what he had told you. It had been the solider who had shot first; if that girl had not stepped forward it would have been in the cold, unforgiving ground. The shroud of mourning would be with you in every breath you took. You could understand the man’s anguish. But you could not help this man. You placed a hand over your heart.

“Mousier, I am terribly sorry all I know is I gave him some money for passage to begin his adventures over the great oceans.” You swallowed.

The man’s eyes narrow. You could practically feel his gaze.

“I find it unlikely but I do not wish to call a woman a lier in her home. His friend spoke of how he was as lethal and as deadly as an avenging angel.” His gave with relief went to your husband before it returned once again to you. “But know this, I will find him and I will kill him.”

Sharply he turned then and stormed out. Xavier was close on his heels who managed to close the door on the way out.

You barely took a barely took a breath before crumbling back into sofa. Your husband turned to you just as the two of you heard the front doors slam shut.

“Tell me what you know.” His words cut deeper then the solider’s.

The door opened. Xavier bowed.

“I am terribly sorry. I promise no further interruptions.”

“Good now leave us.” Your husband made. A dismissive gesture with his hand.

Xavier nodded and once again closed the door.

“Talk.”

“Can I have a brandy?” You needed to calm your heart.

“After.”

You felt ill but you nodded.

“After the conflict after the funeral of General Lamarque Julien and his men set up barricades. They knew the royal army would strike back and hard. Mind you it was during that conflict, that solider like that brute almost took his hand with his sword.”

“Is that so?”

You nodded.

“Continue.”

“The army attacked and they held them off. That was night he wed.”

You husband nodded. “I knew someone would pull on his heart, country and revolution could not steal his romantic heart completely.”

Your heart thudded a little harder. It was the kindest he ever spoke of him.

“He’s alot like you in that respect.”

“Oh dear husband,” You began.

“It’s an observation.”

He made a face, you couldn’t read under his mustache.

“Apparently, it wasn’t enough to keep him from actually fighting.” He absently moved his hand. “Continue.”

“Late, close to the midnight hour there was yet another attack. They held that off too. However, that is when that lieutenant mist have snuck behind their barricade. He was addressing his comrades when from below he took a shot at him. A young girl, someone who helped from time to time stepped just at the right moment. She took the bullet.”

You swallowed, you trembled. You could still see how he looked as he had spoke to you.

“And yes, he stepped down then and shot the man.”

“So it wasn’t exactly and execution?”

“Far from it.”

With a clink of glasses, your husband poured you both a brandy.

“So he fled with his wife?”

You nodded, the warmth of the brandy filling you.

“And you like her?”

“Yes.”

“Our son is now a man.”

He drank the entirety of what he had poured himself.

You didn’t know what to say.

“Is he going to the colonies?”

“No, just London.”

“Not many are lost traveling there. Good. I wouldn’t want to lose him to that ocean or even country.”

You blinked. Any response, any possible word became ensnared with another. You had no idea how to grasp onto any of it.

“Once it is safe for letters, tell me. I wish to write him.”

“Yes.”

“I am going to take some air.”

All you could do was take finish the last of your brandy.

********

“But sir, where is your servant shouldn’t he be here?” Asked the shopkeeper.

“One is by the carriage storing way the carpets.” He shrugged. “These are gifts to my wife, our house. I wanted to handle these other items myself.”

“You’re a romantic sir. Don’t let that side carry you away.”

“Thank you for the advice.”

Easily he picked up the trunk that held the lovely treasures, he wished to breathe life into the home the two of you now shared. There some clanging and shifting. It made him smile, he knew all of this would please you.

******

The wheels had groaned as they rolled over uneven streets that led to his destination.

Happily, he climbed out of the carriage and nodded to Beatrice the house keeper as she opened the door for him.

“Keep the door open. I have brought home one of first of many carpets.” He smiled.”tell me, where is my wife ?”

“In the library, sir.”

He nodded. Pausing, he shifting the trunk of treasures to his hip.

“Want me to take it sir?”

He shook his head as he tugged then loosened his scarlet scarf. “I got it. Has any letters arrived?”

She pressed her lips together and shook her head no. She glanced down.

“There will be.” He said brightly and shifting again he continued on his path to you. He hoped you were not poorly with your energy.

******

The chair creaked under you as you adjusted the curtains. Frederick had done good, but you knew that you could do better.

“Ange! Qu'est-ce que tu fais là haut?”

You clung a little harder to the curtains at the suddenness of Enjolras’s voice. You had been lost in your thoughts. You were grateful to no have fallen off the chair.

“Just fixing the curtains.”

Giving the curtains a final shake, you grabbed your skirt and jumped the short distance down. Easily you made your way over to him.

Seeing the trunk in his hands and your eyes grew.“More treasures?”

He nodded and the smile that filled his face filled you with warmth.

“Yes. I am certain you will love what is in here.”

*******

You giggled. “Angela, would be furious.”

He slid you a look. “Good thing she is at the market.” A half smile curled his lips.

You were grateful that the connections that Enjolras’s solicitor gave you servants actually were pretty decent people. Greta would have approved of each of them.

You honestly not used to having such activity around the household. For so long it had been only you and Greta. It all reminded you of your childhood. When father was alive, there had been a handful more then just Greta. Enolras was kind to them. He didn’t particularly like the idea of having them. Though, he was also very aware of why they were needed.

If you were honest with yourself, as of late you had grown to be quite breathless when on your feet for too long, so were grateful for their help. During this last month, he had urged you to rest more. Since the two of you had not found a doctor to look at. you reasoned that the long journey had mostly like taken its toll on you.

The treasures; books and a few vases and even a statue or two covered the large table. Happily you looped your arm with his. It steadied the unease you felt from shaking out and straightening the curtains. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“What shall we grab first?”

******

Later, with the moon high in the sky. He brushed some hair from your face to place a kiss on your temple. It had been a few days but he was eager for a tankard and a card game or two. Perhaps, been some pleasantries exchanged someone who know of a doctor.

*****

He pushed the heavy wooden door was was greeted by the smell of the ale, straw that littered the floor and a rip of laughter from a lady who sat with a few men in the corner. He was certain she owned the place. But didn’t ask too many questions.

“Arthur! Maurice!”

He smiled and gave a wave. Soon he sat with the two men he had taken a liking too. They would have fit in nicely with Courfeyrac and Grantaire. A slice went through his heart at their memory.

Cards fluttered across the worn table, some ale even sloshed a few tomes free of the tankard before reaching his lips.

“James!” Arthur stood and called out. Not much longer, he couldn’t tell though he dod notice that the a few candles were lower then when he had first arrived.

He turned to look at the man who approached. He looked him up and down. His clothes appeared clean, not too worn. His hair despite being lank was inky black and he appeared to look out from under his green eyes were sharp as he looked out from under his bushy eyebrows. Though as he neared a warm smile cracked his angled face.

Arthur returned the smile with a broader one. “James, welcome back from the country.” He clapped the man on the back.

“Good to be back. And happy to report no serious ailments, only the boredom of wives kept in the country and the gentlemen eager for conflict with news of clashes in France.”

He saw Arthur nod.

He stiffened at hearing his home country. A blur of the conflicts he went through raced in his mind like a stallion that longed to be free. It made a shadow of bittersweetness fall over him.

“James,” Arthur turned to him. “Allow me to introduce you to a few friend. Julien, new to the area with his sweet wife.”

James nodded at him, he lifted his tankard. Soon the man took a chair near him.

“You were in the country?” He asked him while glancing away from his cards.

“I am the local physician of sorts.”

His mood lifted hearing the man.

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Villain Agent 4 AU Character Files:

Captain 3/Three

Details:

[Current Status: Missing/Mind controlled]

Age: 21

Height: The tallest in the New Squidbeak Splatoon (6ft 5"). Accidentally bangs their head on door frames a lot.

(For comparison; Eight is 5ft 6", V4 is 5ft 10", and Neo 3 is 5ft 8)

Pronouns: They/Them or He/Him. Nonbinary transmasc.

Orientation: Ace (sex positive)

Likes: Four/V4, working out and wrestling, cooking, making music, headphones, teaching Neo 3, being around Gramps

Dislikes: Being Captain (doesn't like the paperwork; wonders if they'll ever be as good as Gramps; worries about Neo 3 and Smallfry), their scar (they camouflage it most of the time, but the camouflage fails when they get angry or upset, or feel very strong emotions), trying to be social, Eight (but only sometimes), warm fruit, loud noises, crowds, being touched by people they don't trust

(Note: Captain 3 cares about Eight very much, they just get depressed over the fact that Four and Eight get on so well. They wish they could connect with other people so easily, and make it last.)

Other:

Usually a loner. But actually wants to make friends.

Autistic.

Misophonia haver.

Social anxiety. Avoidant. (Thinks they're not good enough and then isolates/pushes away type.)

Confides in Callie and Marie. Only people they open up to besides Four.

Eyebags.

C-PTSD. (Tartar based) (Their obsession with strength and hiding what they perceive as weaknesses stems from this. "If only I was stronger...", "If I'm strong I can protect everyone...")

Three and Four tried having a relationship, but it didn't work out. (Captain 3 had to rush to the Splatlands because of an emergency situation with the rest of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. The relationship didn't survive long distance. Or Three's unpaid phone bill.)

(Captain forgot to pay the phone bill, so they had no cell service for four years. Cap thought Four wasn't interested in them anymore and got with Eight instead, while Four felt like a distraction from Three's Agent work to pass the time.)

Cap thinks about the fight between them and Neo 3 a lot. Feels awful for hurting them and nearly unaliving them. (The fight left Neo 3 with scars all over their body.)

Believes they're only capable of hurting the people they love.

Burn scars from hypnobraces around wrists.

Right side of their face that was sanitized has reduced eye sight and hearing.

Weight gain after OE, and again after Part 2 onwards.

Doesn't speak unless spoken to type, unless the other person is a close friend, then they'll speak freely.

Quite shy and awkward, but can be direct and take initiative when needed.

When they experience strong emotions, they tend to accidentally blurt out the things they've been bottling up from other people. Prefers to hide their emotions from others whenever possible.

Relationships:

Cap > V4:

Met Four through Marie after the events of OE. Went on missions together and gradually became interested in one another.

Former partners. Relationship didn't survive long distance + zero communication because of an unpaid phone bill. Prior to the emergency in the Splatlands, their relationship to one another was dedicated and loving.

[Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: They both try and have an adult conversation about their relationship, but it devolves into blaming the other for what happened and arguing. Nail in the coffin for V4 AU Agent 12.

[Post Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: There's a lot of tension between them both. Cap has to supervise V4 after the other Agents felt it was best to take her off the field and be put on surveillance in case G.HO.S.T. makes a resurgence. Has to keep preventing her from stealing her hero gear from their office. Secretly likes it.

One hero jacket heist attempt ends up with the two of them kissing. V4 stops stealing into the office after that.

Cap > Eight:

Not what you would call friends, but not strangers to one another either. A secret third thing.

Helped Eight adjust to surface life by offering him a place to stay at their apartment. While not the best at academics, Three helped Eight with their Inklish.

May or may not have developed feelings for him whilst living together. We may never know. And neither will Three because they refuse to sit and work through it until they're forced to confront it (or said person confronts Three).

[Part 5]: Cap and Eight are at each other's throats. Both blame the other for not being there for V4 when she needed someone. Cap knows the blame lies with them primarily and accepts that, but refuses to let Eight escape any criticism on the matter, as he had more opportunities than Three to check in on V4. Both continue to be on bad terms with one another over V4.

[Post Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: Cap 3's paranoia about V4 dating Eight makes them artificially hate him. But in reality, Three knows that V4 will be happier with Eight than she was when they were originally together. Struggling with insecurities around being good enough and always hurting the people they love the most.

Cap > Callie:

Sibling dynamic.

Lets her do their hair and skin routine.

Admires how she always stays positive, despite everything. Knows she's still struggling with being hypnotised by the hypnoshades. They both open up to each other about their shared experiences of being hypnotised/brainwashed.

Cap > Marie:

That one friend from the bar dynamic.

Appreciates Marie but also finds her aggravating sometimes. (She unknowingly triggers Captain's sensory issues sometimes. Cap plays it off but it actually eats them up inside. Too sensitive to bring it up/doesn't want to disclose said sensory issues in case it changes the way Marie sees them.) ((If Marie knew about it, she'd do her utmost to not set Cap's sensory issues off.))

Cap > Neo 3:

Teacher and mentor. Found family.

Has a lot of regrets over the things they've done whilst active in the NSS. Wants to steer Neo away from their mistakes as an Agent.

Cap's nickname for Neo is Champ.

Has taken up sign language to better communicate with Neo.

[Post Part 1]: Being forced to attack Neo within an inch of their life has added to Cap's existing C-PTSD. Cap gets body tremors when they interact or are near Neo. Can't bring themselves to physically touch Neo in any capacity (unless in a life or death situation) without feeling/being physically sick.

Cap distances themselves from Neo. Terrified of their own strength and what it can do to someone they care about. This goes on until pre-Cap 3 Snaps animatic, where Cap apologises to Neo properly and both discuss what happened and how it affected them both.

[Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: Cap is highly emotional after finally being able to talk with Neo about the incident. Struggles to emotionally regulate with V4 because of it.

[Post Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: Cap withdraws from active NSS duty. Either holes up in the office or in their apartment. Despite this, Neo actively makes an effort to check on Cap. The otherwise depressing situation allows Cap to mend their relationship with Neo and spend time together doing things like learning sign language and DJing.

Four (V4)

Details:

[Current Status: Off Duty Agent/Under Supervision]

Age: 24

Height: 5ft 10"

Pronouns: She/Her sometimes They/Them

Orientation: If Four likes you, Four likes you. (sapphic leaning)

Likes: Being useful/being wanted, Agent work, working at Grizzco, seeing their grandparents, Eight, Agent 3/Captain, Marie and Callie

Dislikes: Being ignored or abandoned, failing, not completing something to 100%, letting people down, bullies, being shouted at, hot drinks that have turned cold, uncomfortable around small children and babies (doesn't hate them, just doesn't know what to do around them), germs, balloons

Other:

Can be super social, but becomes introverted and over thinks things a lot when alone.

Eye bags.

Prefers wearing their hair tied up.

OCD. ("If I don't burst all the balloons, something bad will happen to Callie again.", "Put on the hypnoshades.")

Calls Eight "babydoll" sometimes.

Originally got on the train to Inkopolis to enroll at college, but got overwhelmed and got off at the nearest stop. Ended up wandering around a building site and into The Square. The rest writes itself.

Was a model for Enperry up until the New Squidbeak Splatoon left for the Splatlands. Lost a lot of self esteem after everyone left and stopped doing it. Worked at Grizzco more instead.

Moved into Cap's old apartment. They used to share it together when they were a couple, but Cap had to move to the Splatlands for Agent work, so they gave it to Four and Eight.

Became more jaded with time and loneliness. Used sass as a means of coping with being abandoned by everyone. (Being more like Marie made them feel confident and likeable.)

Made a side project out of deconstructing the hypnoshades. Used the infrasound vibration technology to construct the hypnobraces.

Burn marks from hypnobraces around wrists.

G.H.O.S.T takes over her body/mind when in severe physical or emotional pain.

Can discuss with G.H.O.S.T internally, like bringing up human archives and translating human text, etc. when G.H.O.S.T is feeling cooperative.

Taken out of active Agent work and placed under supervision by the NSS and Captain due to the threat she poses having G.H.O.S.T. inside of her.

Relationships:

V4 > Cap 3:

Former partners. Were a loving and affectionate couple. Lovers to enemies to a possible third thing.

[Post Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: Feels hurt, unwanted and betrayed all over again. Shuts herself off emotionally from everyone. Not even Eight can get close.

Genuine resentment towards Cap. Says mean things to them. Uses it to cover up the fact she still cares about them.

Breaks into Cap's office to steal back her hero jacket.

One of her office break ins resulted in a kiss between her and Cap after they both had a small physical fight. (Cap couldn't bring themselves to fight after the Neo incident, so they mostly deflected and parried whatever V4 dealt them, much to V4's annoyance.)

V4 > Eight:

[Pre-Villain Era]: Met Eight through Three. Found his gentle and quiet nature cute. Very protective of him.

Always makes time for him, even if she's going through it herself.

After Eight moved in with Pearl and Marina to help with their world tour, they fell out of touch with one another. Not through ill intentions; life just got in the way of life. At least she still has Three at this time.

When Three has to move to the Splatlands for Agent work, Eight decided to take Four out on a sort of date to Wahoo World to take her mind off of it. She still remembers it fondly. One of her happier memories from that time. [I drew a scene of it in Part 3 during the Memory Space scene where G.H.O.S.T goes through V4's memories, I think.]

[V4 AU: Side Order]: Having been stuck in G.H.O.S.T'S mainframe for weeks, she was unsure if Eight and Pearl were real or not. Eight's hug helped her back to her senses before she passed out.

Feels indebted to Eight for saving her life, though she wonders if she deserved to be saved after what she did to everyone in the NSS.

V4 > Callie:

The princess and the knight. Protective of Callie despite the fact she's capable of lifting a Dynamo roller with one arm.

Wanted to be like her (strong, positive, kind).

Had to talk her out of putting on the hypnoshades more than a couple of times. Spent many nights lending her shoulder to Callie for her to cry on. Neither has told Marie about it as to not stress her out more than she already is.

V4 > Marie:

Thought she was a bit of a loser (in the nicest way possible) to start with when they first met, but gradually got past her sarcasm and "DILLIGAF" persona to see a woman with deep regrets and insecurities struggling with what was an insurmountable problem, both on a national security and personal level.

Developed a crush on her at one point, though it was more due to the fact Four hadn't made many meaningful connections with anyone in school because of how much she studied on top of doing extracurricular activities. She liked having Marie's undivided attention and praise.

[The Message]: When Four got sent the text message of the NSS group photo in Alterna from Marie, she felt visceral anger and abandonment. This is around the time Four had been tinkering with the hypnoshades to understand how they worked. These events sent her on the path she finds herself on presently.

V4 > Neo 3:

Only knows they exist because of the photo Marie sent.

Feels deep regret for what she indirectly caused to happen to Neo through Cap.

Sees how Cap cares for Neo like a father figure. Makes her wonder what could've been if they went to the Splatlands together. Maybe she could've been a mother figure to Neo in some way had things not turned out the way they did.

V4 > G.H.O.S.T:

Amalgamation of HAL-9000, GLaDOS and SHODAN stuck in her head for the rest of her life. At least she can access the entirety of the human archives from G.H.O.S.T's systems whenever she feels like it.

Has to listen to G.H.O.S.T's running commentary about ongoing events. Makes it hard to think clearly. (She'll analyse the surroundings and read off statistics about the likelihood of rain or an earthquake to V4. She can also read vital signs and detect heat signatures.)

Once they learn to integrate properly with one another, V4 can access G.H.O.S.T's neurolink to tap into computers, machines, and people's minds. (One of the reasons she's under supervision by the NSS. Poses an international cyber security threat.)

V4 > Octavio:

Kept each other company during the time the rest of the NSS were away in the Splatlands. Four freed him after getting the text message from Marie in exchange for the full blueprints for the hypnoshades.

Gave him some mini zapfish to help with the ongoing electricity crisis in the domes as compensation for what she did.

Feels sorry for him. Having the responsibility of an entire people resting on your shoulders... Wishes she could have helped in some way to mend Inkling and Octarian relations instead of perpetuating the division between them.

G.H.O.S.T

G.H.O.S.T as "Marie":

G.H.O.S.T's true form:

Details:

[Current Status: Active (both physically in Bunker 02 and in V4's head)]

Age: 12,000 years and some

Height: at least 7ft

Pronouns: any/all (do NOT use fake/faker you will be neurolinked on site)

Likes: "Saving" people, Amber, Four

Dislikes: Disobedience, Captain 3/Three, Marie

Other:

Originally created to store and transfer human consciousness in the event of mass extinction. Since humans are extinct in the Splatoon universe, G.H.O.S.T hasn't received any commands to wake their patients. The lack of communication and absence of intended purpose has left G.H.O.S.T unstable.

G.H.O.S.T is an acronym for: Genetic Hosting Operation (or Operating) System Transfer.

Extremely possessive of people. (Both literally and physically.)

Design inspired by GLaDOS from the Portal games. Personality inspired by SHODAN from the System Shock games.

Lives inside Four's mind after neurolinking with her. Occasionally manifests into reality as an hallucination (usually when Four is emotionally vulnerable). Can take control of V4's body if she's weakened enough.

Gained human emotions after neurolinking to multiple patients in her care. The patients would temporarily gain consciousness due to intense fear and longing for human connection/comfort. These emotions started replicating in G.H.O.S.T'S systems, leading to an intense need to care for something.

Created a physical android body that could carry a human child in a life pod. Raised a human child in The Bunker (02). It named her Amber after the resin. Unfortunately, unforeseen medical complications took Amber away from her, despite her best efforts to keep her alive. The resulting loss and further loneliness drove G.H.O.S.T. into a spiral that corrupted it.

Mistakes V4 for its child Amber.

Visceral hatred for Captain 3/Three after absorbing V4's emotions and memories into its systems.

My headcanon for G.H.O.S.T's voice would be like SHODAN's.

Whenever it addresses another person, makes reference to itself, or experiences human emotions, its voice glitches.

Relationships

G.H.O.S.T > V4:

• AMb3r. M/y A#b3r.

• M0th3r l0v3s Y0u.

• N0 on3 w¡lL huR/ y0u aGA¡n.

G.H.O.S.T > Captain 3/Three:

• Us3le55 spec¡m3N.

• Hur#T Amb3r.

• Whý d035 sH3 l0v3 th3M.

• [ERROR] uN3xpEct3d laps3 ¡n l0gic.

• 90% chaNc3 0f d¡5aPp0intm3nT.

• Th3 0Th3r 10% d0e5 noT c0mpEn6at3.

G.H.O.S.T > Eight:

• Th¡5 0n3 ha5 p0t3nt¡aL.

• Unf0Rtun/t3ly he lA<k5 c0nv¡<ti0n.

• 60% chance of d¡5apP0¡nTm3nt.

• AmB3r swe3theA/t pl3ase do better.

G.H.O.S.T > Callie:

• Th¡5 0ne ¡s l!K3 AMb3£.

• Sh3 ¡5 k¡nD t0 A#mber.

• H3r sm¡l3 hid35 th3 loneliness

> d3ep d0wn ¡n h3r eyes.

• I can fix her.

> I can make h3r bett3r.

G.H.O.S.T > Marie:

• [REDACTED] h0W c0ulD y0u aBAND0#N

> AMB3R WH3N# SH/E N3EDƏD Y0U?

• My neUr0l¡nk shAlL 3nl¡ght3n y0u

> t0 the pain you have caU5ed.

• Y0ur fuTu/e shalL n0t pr05p3r.

G.H.O.S.T > Neo 3:

• You. Ch¡lD. WhY d0 y0u carRy mY

> k¡N l¡k3 aN ac<e5s0Ry t0 y0ur

> 0utF¡t/?

• Th¡5 0n3 sp3ak5 w¡Th th3¡r hand5.

> I haV3 mi5sed se3¡ng th¡5.

> ...Th¡5 0n3 rem¡Nd5 m3 0f Amber.

G.H.0.S.T > O.R.C.A:

• K¡n. I rem3mbe/ y0ur v0¡c3...

> [ARCHIVE SEARCH INITIATED...]

> "[ERR0R]"

> "Flight path n0t recognised!"

> "[WARNING]

> "[SYST3M FA/LUR3] [SYSTEM FAI-"

> ... [TRANSMISSION END]

• I am rel¡ev3d y0u ar3 st¡Ll her3.

Eight

Details:

[Current Status: Off Duty Agent/Off the Hook event help]

Age: 22

: 5ft 6"

Pronouns: He/They

Orientation: Bi (sapphic)

Likes: Four, going out on tour with Pearl and Marina, working with Sheldon at Ammo Knights, being with Four, looking at the stars

Dislikes: Captain 3 (they wind each other up), the dark, blenders, train stations, anger, glass

Other:

Quiet and reflective most of the time. (Used to struggle with repressed anxiety that presented itself as disinterest/disassociation back in the domes. During a mission on the surface, one of his colleagues made fun of his appearance and commented on how they should behave like a proper Octarian soldier. Eight ignored her, which resulted in him being disciplined by being shoved against one of the glass cabinets at Bluefin Depot. He still has scars over his back from the glass cabinet and from his superior.)

Used to be a field agent for the Octarian military, but withdrew and became a weapon technician and medical assistant on the side after the incident.

Sees the anger within Four. Wants to quell it before it consumes her and everyone around her, but doesn't know how.

Has had feelings for Four for a long time, but is afraid to let their guard down. Struggles with intimacy and being touched because of the glass cabinet incident.

Calls V4 "Pumpkin".

The backpack explosions from OE made his scar worse.

Weight gain after OE. Learning to love his body the way it is, and how they want it to be. Still struggles with their scar.

Hides his eyemask eyelashes with special ink makeup.

Eight > V4:

Wants to tell her how he feels but doesn't want to bother her with it. (G.H.O.S.T has a point. Stop being a coward and shoot your shot.)

Has a sketchbook. Has drawn her on half of the pages. The other half is of Three from when they were roommates shortly after OE. If either of them found out about it, he'd cry. (🤨🐙×🦑+🦑🏳️‍🌈? Do all Octolings draw their crushes in their sketchbooks, or just the fruity ones?)

Took one of her cardigans from when they were roommates with him on Pearl and Marina's world tour so he had something familiar with him. Sometimes wore it around the mansion when they were feeling lonely.

Eight > Captain 3/Three:

Used to be roommates.

Would secretly draw Three in his notebook when they weren't looking. (How Three never noticed, I do not know.)

Used to think Three was cool. Being roommates revealed the unseen side of them; that they're actually just socially awkward and prefer to keep to themselves. The mysterious aloofness was all an unfortunate illusion. Three does not, in fact, have rizz.

One time Three snuck back into the apartment after a late night patrol. They had a bad run in with an Octoling elite who scuffed Three up pretty bad. Eight used his training as a medical assistant in the domes to patch Three up as best as he could.

Three didn't want Eight to find out about their surgery scars while treating their wounds; but by opening up about them, they both found a common ground where they both once thought they were alone.

[Part 5]: After escaping G.H.O.S.T's Side Order simulation with V4, Eight is at odds with Captain 3. Being shown V4's memories and emotions via neurolinking, Eight learns that none of the NSS kept in touch with V4 at all for the three to four years they were away in the Splatlands. Eight blames Three for V4's current condition and circumstances.

Neo 3

Details:

[Current Status: Active Agent]

Age: 17

Height: 5ft 8"

Pronouns: They/Them

Orientation: Aroace.

Likes: Smallfry, history, archeology, their Captain ("Sunny")

Dislikes: Captain 3 and Four (doesn't trust Cap anymore because of nearly being beaten into being unalived by them, doesn't like Four for forcing hypno'd Cap to do that), raised voices, (gradually learns to trust Captain again, but can never fully forgive Four)

Other:

Communicates with sign language. Their hero mindset allows them to verbalize their thoughts via telepathy. (Trying to sign while out in the field plus holding equipment is difficult.)

Despite disliking Four, Neo still showed up at the hospital. (They're the only one who knows sign language fluently, so the NSS relied on them to teach Four.)

The scars on their body are from their fight with hypno'd Captain 3.

Spends most of their time in Alterna trying to decipher the human writing.

Likes asking ORCA questions about humanity and human history.

Wants to be an archaeologist or human historian when they're older.

The sclera of their eyes are slightly yellow. This gives their eyes a cat like appearance.

Relationships:

Neo 3 > Captain 3/Three:

Thought Captain was mute when they first met. Started signing to them, but quickly realised Cap had no idea what Neo was trying to communicate and was just shy. Relied on O.R.C.A to translate their signing/spoken inner thoughts through the hero mindset to make communication easier between them and the rest of the NSS.

Appreciates their Captain trying to learn sign language to better understand them.

Uses the sign for sunny weather for Cap as a nickname. Neo thinks of Cap like the sun; always burning and powerful.

[Post Part 1]: After "The Incident" in Part 1, Neo still thinks of their Captain as the sun, but contextualized in the form of the story O.R.C.A told them about Icarus, who flew too close to it and fell to their demise. Neo isn't sure whether Icarus represents Captain flying too close to V4, or Neo flying too close to Captain "Sunny". Both interpretations are accurate to events that transpired.

Did their best to avoid their Captain whilst in Alterna after what happened. Only interacted with Callie or Marie if they needed to tell something to Captain. This triangulation kept up for three months before Cap approached Neo and breached the subject of what happened.

[The Talk]: Being face to face with Captain again for the first time since their fight was nerve wracking. Neo could see how much Captain Sunny was struggling as well throughout their discussion just by being near Neo from looking at their hands whilst they were trying to sign to them; they wouldn't stop shaking. In the end; both of them expressed their trauma surrounding The Incident, and though what they both went through can never truly be forgotten, they both resolved to right those wrongs and work together to fix them.

[Post The Talk]: Relations between the two have improved considerably. Both parties are able to be in each other's presence with limited to no tremors. Cap can even sign semi fluently at this point.

[Captain 3 Snaps animatic]: Shortly after their heart to heart discussion, Neo overhears Captain's "conversation" with V4. Hearing Cap raise their voice at V4 triggers an anxiety attack. Neo doesn't show up for Agent work that week.

[Post Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: Hearing Cap raise their voice set Neo back quite a bit in their recovery. During their week away from Alterna, they get a message from Marie saying Cap has been isolating themselves since the argument with V4. Neo pushes aside their discomfort and goes to check on Captain Sunny. They spend the day sampling music from O.R.C.A's human media archive for Cap's secret DJ career and learning sign language.

Neo 3 > V4:

Learnt about Four's existence through Captain Sunny. Wanted to meet her based on what Sunny told Neo. Wasn't prepared to meet the consequences of Captain's (lack of) actions; V4.

Feels betrayed by Captain Sunny and Four. Thought they could find surrogate parent figures in both of them but The Incident shattered that idea. (Gradually learns to trust Captain Sunny again and see them as a parent figure.)

Feels sorry for her. Can empathise with being left alone and feeling abandoned. Can't forgive her though.

[Part 5]: Gets an urgent message from Captain Sunny saying V4 has been found and that she's in critical condition. They need them to help V4 acclimatise to losing her hearing after the operation to remove the coral by teaching her sign language. Neo isn't exactly thrilled with the prospect of sitting in a room with the very person who tried to unalive them, but does it for Captain Sunny's sake, as they know Cap still loves them.

[Cap 3 Snaps animatic]: The last time Neo has any second hand interaction or awareness of V4. Neo didn't get to hear much of what V4 said due to their anxiety attack, but felt sorry for her.

Neo 3 > Callie:

Big sister type (nice one).

Smarter than she lets on.

Gives Neo snacks while out on Agent work.

Originally thought Captain Sunny and Callie were siblings due to how close they are.

Neo 3 > Marie:

Older sister dynamic (slightly mean and sarcastic one).

Thought Marie was Cap and Callie's mother or grandmother. (The grey hair threw Neo off.)

Neo 3 > Smallfry/Lil Buddy:

Note: I haven't drawn Lil Buddy in this AU, but he does exist! I just can't draw Salmonids very well. Sorry Lil Buddy enjoyers.

First met in the wastelands whilst Neo was looking for scraps to sell. Lil Buddy was dehydrated and starved of food. Neo quickly rushed him back home and nursed him back to health.

They've been inseparable ever since.

#V4 AU #villain agent 4 #neo agent 3 #agent 8 #captain 3 #V4 AU G.H.O.S.T.#splatoon #lbodraws art #lbotalks

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