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ladywinterwitch · 2 years

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Game Of Thrones (Headcanon) - Crushing/Jealousy

Y'all I really hope this doesn't suck because the tumblr page literally refreshed as I was almost done writing so it saved NOTHING and I had to re-write every single word so. Ngl I might've shed a tear but we're not gonna talk about that :). I mixed the 'Them having a crush in you' and the 'Jealousy trope' for this one. Also. I don't know how many of these Headcanons I'll write but regardless even if I do switch up the characters or format for the posts every now and then, don't panic lmfao If I stopped I would tell you. Apologizing for any eventual errors! They'll be fixed.

Warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicitly nsfw (okay maybe be aware for Oberyn idk), cursing, nothing much really

*I will try to keep the gender descriptions vague, just like the time periods and avoid subplots unlike the other two parts simply because I wouldn't want to make it seem like mini series or something that you kinda have to 'catch up on', I hope that makes sense.

Main masterlist and other headcanons

Lmk what you think if you feel like it :'D

ROBB STARK

Robb is painfully smitten with you from the beginning. This in the very first times made him almost quite shy, but once he gained some confidence and some desire made its way along with the platonic feelings, well. He could be very sweet one second, and make you blush on purpose the moment after. With the whole Winterfell heir/oldest Stark kid thing he never lacked much in the confidence department and it was clear in more ways than one. He is the literal defintion of prince charming. Probably the embodiement of those brave and handsome heroes his sister Sansa liked to read so much about.

Depending on the time of his life in which he met you, he would be more or less careful of showing his feelings. If he were still in Winterfell, with his family and friends around, he would allow himself to be a little more carefree, especially if his father was still the lord of the castle. Catelyn would be a mixture of anxiety and excitement, Robb being her first born and having his first actual experience with love. Ned on the other hand would be just heart warmed by seeing his son being such a good and caring young man, like he raised him to be. Arya would probably either be quite uninterested or befriend you, depending on how much she could relate to you. The same thing is worth for Sansa, even though she would still be quite interested in how things played out between you two. Theon would be annoyingly teasing him about his crush, meanwhile Jon would be more of a listener and give his support to his half brother (cousin).

Depending on how things would've gone with the whole Robert thing, you would've been probably left alone without too much talk of a strategic wedding.

If, on the other hand, we were talking about a slighlty older and king in the North Robb, the situation would probably be more difficult. Regardless, you wouldn't have been the right choice for him to marry, not necessarily for your rank, but because your family wouldn't be strategically strong enough to have important advantages in the war of the five kings. Which is what he needed, but not wanted. Catelyn knew it, he knew it and you knew it.

This Robb would've flirted in the same way more or less, just probably more on the intense and desire filled side than the 'sweet boy' one. And definetly more subtle, for war reasons but mainly because he wanted to keep you safe. Speaking of keeping you safe, he wasn't an overly jealous man by nature, especially if he knew that he was in no position to give you something better than endless pining. But if a man, or another person, were to offend you, or make you feel unsafe, he would definetly pay a little visit in a more appropriate time to the fool in question with his werewolf. He knew better than to not take precautions with the people that he cared about. And after a little scare, he would go to see you and make sure you were alright.

JON SNOW

If Jon has one issue, is how stupidly stubborn he is. Especially when he's younger. This man would rather pin over you for the rest of his life than be honest about his feelings. And you kinda hate him for it sometimes. Regardless of him being in Winterfell as the lord's bastard or a memeber of the Night's Watch, his brooding never changes. Obviously the bigger issue in the second case would be that he literally swore to not take wife or father no children, which made the whole 'being hopelessly in love with you' thing a tad more difficult. In any scenario, he would have that one person close to him to whom he just couldn't lie to. Wheter it was Robb or Sam, he knew that every time you came up in the conversation he could either blush and get out of the topic, or just blurt out his feelings.

Younger Jon would definetly be more awkward and less obvious than Robb, especially because he was nowhere near having the same confidence. He would still be very caring and sweet, just in a more subtle way. If Robb was the kind of guy that would ask you to dance with him or bring you flowers openly, Jon would offer you his fur coat if you were cold or help you get up and down a horse.

He also really enjoys people who kind of understand him as he is and don't try to pressure him that much into acting in a way that it's not himself, and this is honestly one of the things that makes him go crazy for you. He loves how interesting and funny and genuinely caring about him you are. He thinks about you all the time. But gods forbid if he was caught actually having feelings that weren't angsty. He didn't like people that much, but he liked you. Very much so.

You could see through him though, so while you didn't want to pressure him to say more than he wanted, you could get irritated about how stubborn he was sometimes. It happened more than once that other people flirted with you or apparently so, and Jon was never thrilled about that, at all. If you looked around hard enough you could probably spot him in a corner of the room, watching you from afar, brooding as usual. That made you quite sad at times, because you didn't fully understand why he just wouldn't let himself go completely with you. You sometimes played a bit into it, just a tiny bit, to get him riled up. But in the end, you were always going back to him, making sure that you would actually never betray him. He knew that, deep down.

But again, he didn't trust people much, and could get quite protective if he sensed that something wasn't quite right with someone. Before doing anything though, he would often keep an eye on them, and after that if his worries actually were proven somehow to be true, it wouldn't take him much to use a few tricks up his sleeve to scare people off.

Older Jon would be more straightforward, both in personal relationships and with the whole confronting thing. Young Jon liked the shadows, older Jon wasn't afraid to put himself on the spot if he had to.

OBERYN MARTELL

Oberyn having actual romantic feelings was news to him. Many times, especially when he was younger he had questioned himself, 'Am I just horny, or do I care?' and no, the answer is no. He thinks that he got really close at times, but mostly he ended up having great fuck-buddies and occasional dinner companions. Most times he wasn't even interested in actual non-married people, so it's not that it could've gone that far anyway unless he was ready to start an affair. But he didn't care enough for it, way too many problems.

With you though, it was new. You weren't much younger and definetly not completely inexperienced, so it's not long after that you met that you actually had sex. You seemed fine with just having this type of 'fun' relationship, so it was really just him finding himself wanting to spend time with you in other ways. Your relationships had blurred lines for a while to be honest. He was the rich spoiled prince with whom you had occasional sex with, and you were one of the lucky people to get into the prince of Dorne's graces.

Knowing his reputation and generally his personality, it took you a while to actually start to believe that he could be in love with you. Riding horses, dining and drinking together, having sex, spending time together and even painting for fun, to you only seemed the behaviour of a rich prince that had a new 'favorite' of the season. Things started to get a different tone when you noticed how possessive he could be. Not in a properly toxic way, but he did like to get you absolutely flustered in the most inappropriate places, to not so secretly show you off while dressing you with the most beautiful and expensive garments in the realm, putting you at his side at important events and even saying that he wanted you to be just his. Not that you were in the position nor desire to actually sleep around, but that statement definetly put a more defined label on your relationship.

Oberyn usually wouldn't get jealous, but he would be even more confident and showy when he wanted to warn someone off. And then usually get you in a dark spot of the palace and fuck you while he told you you were his. And if someone had some snarky things to say about you, he made sure they didn't do it ever again.

JAIME LANNISTER

Confused, insecure, protective, closed off, romantic, intense, quite jealous, vulnerable

Jaime is complicated. He just is. There's also very little chance that he could've managed to look at someone other than Cersei in his younger years, because their separation was very brief, and the immediate failure of her and Robert's marriage gave them the perfect opportunity to keep going with their toxic relationship. As soon as he gets away from her, and loses his hand in the process, he also starts to struggle with his own thoughts about who he is and who he wants to be.

When he meets you, he didn't even thought about your meeting twice. He observed you, as he always does with people, but thought nothing more of you except your beauty probably. The first time you actually talked though, he did think about it a little harder. It was news to him that someone would actually address him in a normal and respectful way, without being fake that is. He had roughed up during the years, especially since people had started to call him Kingslayer, traitor, backstabber. Any kind of degrading name. No one actually even bothered to make their own opinions or listen to his side. Robert and Ned and the whole lot of other people of the court chose a biased version and went with it.

You didn't. Wiredly enough it left him feeling quite wired, and definetly interested in you. If anything, he was curious to see if you were going to ever speak to him again, and you did. You made sure to acknowledge him every time that you saw him, even at the cost of getting the stink eye from whoever was accompanying you. Jaime started to get more interested, and wanting to know you better. Either of you had any malice in this whole thing. You were both genuinely curious to listen to what the other had to say. And slowly, Jaime started to get more and more distanced from his sister. It's like he was blind, or willingly chose not to see, what she really was. The difference was obvious when he interacted with you.

You did create a genuinely nice connections, and you didn't miss to stop and talk or even walk together when you had the chance. The real turning point for him was when he started to actually think about you. He felt confused and quite scared, to be honest. He was afraid of many things; of the fact that he could actually feel something that wasn't so wrong like what he felt for Cersei, of how worthy someone like him could be of you. These thoughts remained quite abstract, even in his own mind, until he actually felt like he was punched in the gut when you started to get courted by another person.

Now, that, was quite the wake up call. Before you actually became a thing, his general reaction to his own jealousy was sadness and self loathing. So when you got together, knowing that he could actually allow himself to be close to you, his love language definetly became touch. He just loved to touch you, whether it was in an innocnt way or not. It's like he needed it. He would also be quite affectionate and funny, definetly the cockly Lannister in him. Fortunately enough there weren't many times in which he became jealous, but when he did, he usually just fucked it right out of you both, to put it lightly. On the other way, if any type of harm should come your way, now in that case his Tywin genes would definetly come through.

TYRION LANNISTER

Insecure, not overly jealous but anxious about your well being, trusting, sweet, funny, has your back

Tyrion has trauma. He really fucking does. Love? Trust? not his forte, either of them. So was he scared when he realized that he could be falling for you? Shitless. Just the mere fact that he met you in King's Landing made him think the craziest possible scenarios of how either his father or sister could've just come to you and say 'Trick that stupid little monster again, he deserves it'. He lowkey knew that it would've been insane, and he was being paranoid but at the same time you never know with those people.

You definetly made fun of people at court together. You also liked to actually argue about some topics, too. You weren't particularly fond of sewing when you were little, so your father made sure that you were at least well spoken, and honestly you didn't mind reading at all. On that you two would relate a lot.

You actually spent so much time together, and he loved how similiar you were. Mentally, that is. He would never even imagine to compare himself with something that he considered as beautiful as you. And even after making sure that you gained his trust, that remained a big issue for him. When he did actually get a grip and you got exclusive, or at least with each other, your relationship didn't change that much, except the sex and the teasing obviously. Tyrion's version of jealousy was more similiar to Jaime's. He wasn't actually jealous, per se, but he doubted himself and what he could give you more than anything.

You never, ever, gave him reason to, though. In that sense, you probably took more care of him than he did, and he really really appreciated you for that. He would've gladly ran away with you, but you both knew better than be reckless in a place full of backstabbers like King's Landing. You kind of had each other's back, and this understanding between you two allowed you to actually live your relationship peacefully.

Now, if Tyrion did feel that someone on his reach could actually try to do any harm to your or your relationship, Bronn would've taken care of it pretty quickly for him.

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twogyuu · 3 months

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Hello! I was just wondering what your favorite svt fics were? Looking for a good read! Love your writing btw!

THIS IS MY FAVORITE QUESTION - THANK YOU!!! LOL

In no particular order! (As a disclaimer, I do mostly just read for certain members so these recs will not be comprehensive! I will also try not to repeat the ones I have mentioned before.)

Vernon:

Oh Where Did the Party Go? by @dropsofletters -- Hands down one of the best Vernon angst fics on this platform! It's long, but the suspense, mutual pining, and fine line between fact and fiction keeps you engaged the whole time! I will warn you, it's heavy because of the way it approaches social hierarchy, but I think the author does it very eloquently! I still remember staying up super late reading this lol. I will admit I almost cried :')

Pretty Lies by @lonelywhalien22 -- Inspired by (pop/punk) rock music, especially Black Eye, OP does an amazing job capturing the edginess of this genre in this fic!! I've re-read it several times lol. Haven't quite seen Vernon's character be captured in a more stoic/colder persona, but it was done tastefully :) and the character development is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

work husband by @wondernus -- THERE'S A REASON THIS HAS 3k+ NOTES!!! Okay, I am not usually a fluff reader, so this took me by surprise, but this has to be my absolute favorite Vernon fic ever 😫 It's about two teachers who act like a couple, but won't own up to it. The relationship development is slow and frustrating af, but has me kicking and squealing like a teenager getting her first signed 1D poster in 2014 😭🤧😂 The side characters are also amazing!!! Nu has a way with words that is so poetic too - like, this is who I wanna be when I grow up!!! I could go on forever about this, but if there is one you HAVE to read for Vernon, it's definitely this one.

Soonyoung

The Times We Couldn't Say Goodbye by @husbandhoshi -- I really loved this one because in a sense, it captures all stages of what it means to fall in and out of(?) love (/how sometimes as much as you love someone life is a bitch and just doesn't work out at all)? There's the twist of this being a fantasy story, with Soonyoung being a wizard. It's amazing how the author captures their relationship just ~2k words, but she does and leaves you feeling like a gutted fish flopping on a dock in the best way possible :)

Misc.

In Pursuit of Wedding Bliss by @fantasyescapes17 -- This whole series is incredibly well-written! It's a regency!au centered around social season, where some of the members come to London to meet and find spouses. Each member has their own arc/series, but the way they're interwoven into each others' stories is so clever!!! That said, would recommend reading all of it, bc if you miss one members' story, it might be hard to understand the others. My personal favorite was Jeonghan's - I have read many good Jeonghan fanfics before, but this was just a whole 'nother level of in love LOL. It really captures his flirtatious/devious ways, but also his genuine and caring nature! The main oc is also really refreshing bc she's confident and knows what she wants without being **too** out there, which is nice for this era where most girls are portrayed as one or the other. That said, Mingyu's and Hoshi's were also really good! Just read the whole thing! LOL.

I'll stop here before I bore y'all with my commentary 😅🥲 In general, I share my faves on #twogyuu:recs if you're interested in seeing more! I read for SVT, NCT, and occasionally, TBZ. There might be some BTS fics on there from my early silent reader days, but not so much anymore.

In summary:

Favorite longshot authors: @dropsofletters, @wonwoonlight, @wondernus, @secndlife, and @shuaflix. I've been meaning to check-out @amourcheol and more of @husbandhoshi as well, but just haven't had the time yet 😭

Favorite drabble authors: @wqnwoos, @satoruvt, and @ssentimentals

Favorite smau authors: I don't read these often, but @suhnshinehaos has a couple that I really enjoyed!

Enjoy! Happy reading :)

#twogyuu:recs #not at me just realizing that most of these fic recs are vernon fic recs 🤡#oops #i promise i do read for others too LOL

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 months

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THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!😭

This is the definite LAST CHAPTER of HOLY MARY!

I got so emotional, so many times while writing this chapter and because of the content I apologize but I need to risk some spoilers for the sake of those who might be triggered so…

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF BIRTH, GORE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, INFANT DEATH/LOSS, GRIEF⚠️

Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me, Terzo, and Mary. I can't believe that this all stemmed from an ask on Tumblr that flourished into this full-fledged fic. Thank you so much to the anon that requested this. It was an honor to write it and thank you all so much for reading!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Beautiful divider credit to @gothdaddyissues

Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 10: The Ultimate Sacrifice

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below!

“Please.” Secondo begged, staring into his little brother’s eyes.

“I don’t want to do this Secondo. Understand that I…I have to….”

1 Hour Earlier…

Lucifer seemed to leave as quickly as “she” came. Terzo was left alone in his thoughts, pondering the horrors that were to come. The blood shed that would be on his hands. Dripping from them in the wake of his decision. Cursed by his own dark god to choose between Mary, his child, and that of his own brother.

The world all together seemed to stop. The sounds of the wind rustling in the trees and birds chirping ceasing around him. Leaving him frozen in the eerie silence. Nothingness—emptiness. Terzo was perched on his knees in a haze when from somewhere in front of him came a voice. Coming closer and closer while the words came into focus.

“Terzo…please come back inside. Let’s talk.” Secondo suggested, wanting to find a way to make things right between them. Settle this rivalry that he had, himself, set in motion.

“Please go.” Terzo snapped, refusing to look at him. Though Secondo would not give up that easily. Never in his life had he felt such remorse. Everyone knew all too well that it was not in his nature to apologize. Growing up as the middle Emeritus son, he was never allowed to be wrong or admit defeat in anything—lest he be held as less than.

All things for him came as a task, one he must meet head on and without hesitance. Always striving to be better than Primo before him and Terzo who followed. Needing to prevail in all things as Nihil’s supposed favorite. Perceived as the most devout of all—only inside he was still a scared, lonely child. Worried that no matter how hard he would try, nothing would ever be enough.

The feeling of inadequacy had been festering inside him so long, though he would never admit it. The constant fear led him further into a path of self-destruction. A path that now had led to the betrayal of his little brother. Lusting for Mary’s love—something he had no right to take from him.

“For what it’s worth, fratello, I know I was wrong…and I’m sorry.” Secondo admitted. His words, eliciting a look of shock from Terzo, though he still refused to look him in the eye. Terzo could tell he was being sincere. The fact that the mere words came from his brother’s own two lips told Terzo it was the truth.

“I know.” was all Terzo could say back to him. His anger, still simmering inside of him as he tried to let it go. There were so much more important things to be concerned with now and whether Secondo knew it or not—Terzo held his life in his hands.

“When you are ready, I hope you both can forgive me.” Secondo told him, his brother nodding as he was left once again alone in the garden. Still on his knees, agonizing over what was to come.

Mary was sleeping soundly, her face almost peaceful as a child's. Primo, keeping careful watch over her and checking in occasionally with the help of the Abbey physician. Reassuring himself that she and the baby were still doing alright. Just as he sat back down in the chair, opposite her in the room, there was a knock on the door. The young newly ghoulettes, Cirrus and Cumulus had arrived with Omega as their charge. Standing in the doorway, excitedly awaiting news of Mary's recovery.

“Please come in Omega, dolcezze.” Primo smiled. The ghoul and ghoulettes bowed as they all carefully walked into the room. Doing their best to not disturb Mary.

“How is she Papa? Is the baby coming?” Cumulus asked, looking at Mary with such concern and care in her glowing eyes. Her devotion towards Mary and her child, touching Primo’s soul.

“Not yet…eh…we must still wait and see. There is not much else we can do at this time. At least that is what they are telling me.” he sighed. Relaxing back into the chair as he old joints hummed with arthritic pain from all his standing.

“Where is the doctor? The nurses?” Omega asked, noting that when he and the ghoulettes arrived at the infirmary there was no one else to be seen. The halls and rooms, appearing empty and silent.

“I believe they had gone into town for some more supplies. With all the wounds, we are quickly running low on bandages and gauze.” Primo explained, his thin smile only barely hiding his concern.

“Primo?” came a soft voice. It was Mary, slowly coming to from her unconscious state. Her eyes, fluttering open to see the four of them all surrounding her. All of them, smiles spreading fast as she tried to pull herself up a bit in the bed.

“Mary, please don’t try to move too much.” Primo told her, rising up as fast as his body would allow. Helping Omega settle her into a comfortable position in the bed.

“Where is Terzo?” she asked, still a bit hazy from her slumber. Feeling achy all over with her head feeling an intense throb.

“He’ll be back soon.” Primo assured her, taking her hand in his and sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

“He needed to get some fresh air, pretty sure he headed out to the garden.” Omega continued. Mary stared down at her belly. Watching as the little life inside her moved beneath her tightly stretched skin. His kicking, stronger than she had ever felt it before. Ready any day now to come triumphantly into the world. A child that she knew now was destined to be humanity’s undoing.

“I—I shouldn’t have come here. I have placed us all in danger.” she told him. Her voice low, almost a whisper, as if she was scared to have anyone else hear it. Frightened on what she might be asked to do again in her darkest hour.

“Coming here was exactly what you should have done piccola. This child and you belong here with us—with Terzo.” Primo said, squeezing her hand. The tears spilled quietly down and over the round softness of her cheeks. Cradling her belly in her arms as she sniffled back. Trying desperately not to sob.

“He will be the antichrist. Satan will take him as a vessel for evil. We will all be destroyed…” Mary cried, gripped tight to her belly as if she could protect her child from his fate.

“Do you really believe that?” Primo asked her. The two of them, locking in a stare as Mary swallowed back her guilt.

“What else am I to believe? I have condemned us all.”

“You know…many children have been born into the Emeritus family and none of them have destroyed anything. Unless you count my patience.” Primo said, his humor relieving some of the tension in the room. Mary, even laughing along with him through the tears.

“I love him Primo.” Mary said, whipping away the droplets from her eyes. Wishing that it was all a dream. That she and Terzo would live happily ever after like they do in fairy tales. No prophecies or damnation, a child born to them that was no more evil than herself—a sinner who was otherwise good.

“I know you do, and he loves you and that baby more than anything in creation.” Primo smiled. Mary, gently smiling back at him before she tried to straight out a bit more. Wincing after only a moment. Her brow furrowing hard on her forehead as her hand came up to rest upon her swollen belly.

“What’s wrong?” asked Cirrus, rushing over to her bedside.

“Oh no…” she said, her eyes growing wide as the wet spot between her legs grew larger across the sheets. “My water just broke. The baby is coming.”

“Shit.” Omega remarked, but Primo without hesitation took control. Though inside he too was scared. Never in his life did he imagine any of this would come to pass. Most certainly that he would ever need to help deliver a child.

“It’s going to be alright piccola.” he began, turning to face Omega and the ghoulettes as they stood anxiously nearby.

“Omega, get Terzo here now.”

Terzo had sat quietly on the ground. His head hung low between his knees as he tried pulling himself together enough to return inside. Each moment without Mary near was enough to drive him mad. Though he knew now things were once again forever changed between them.

He lifted up his head. Closing his eyes and drawing forth a deep breath as he prepared to stand, when he felt the weight of something on his lap. Opening his eyes to look down at a dagger that laid across him. Small enough to be concealed and sharp enough to slice through bone.

“What the–” He began, lifting the dagger to take a closer look. It was the same one from Gabriel. The hilt, still shimmering with celestial light. Weighted well in his hand as he twisted it around.

“You know what to do.” said a voice. Seeming to come from inside him, “...use their own blade to give me what I ask.” Terzo shook off the thought as he tucked the blade into his coat pocket. Hearing another familiar voice calling out to him.

“Terzo! Terzo!” they yelled. Instantly he recognized it was Omega. The ghoul had quickly turned the corner and came running into the garden clearing. Urgently calling out to him as the ghoul’s face looked frightened and helpless. Unlike Terzo had ever seen before.

“Omega…what—”

“No time, Mary has gone into labor!” he explained. Yanking Terzo off the ground and onto his feet. The two of them, taking off towards the Abbey. His faithful companion unaware of what Terzo had been asked—what he was now certain he must do.

“Just breathe, Mary. He’s on his way.” Primo assured her. Cumulus moved quickly as she began wringing out the washcloth of cool water, placing it back on Mary’s forehead. Her face covered in tears and her body dripping with sweat. The pain of her labor, becoming more and more intense with each passing second.

“Oh…ah…I changed my mind. I don’t wanna do this anymore.” she cried. Her hands gripped tightly to the sheets. Turning white, nails tearing through the fabric as another contraction hit her.

“I think it’s too late for that.” Cirrus told her, peeking her head out in the hall for any sign of Omega and Terzo’s return.

“Ah!” Mary screamed. Primo brought himself down at the end of the bed. Lifting up the sheet to see a gush of blood pouring out from inside her. So much blood that a chill ran through him. Scared that the child may already be gone. Something he knew he couldn’t tell her.

“Mary, please breathe.” he said once again. Trying his best to hide his fears, when suddenly the wounds from the stigmata began opening up. One by one, each of them splitting open again until she was covered in blood. Screaming and crying from all the intense pain. Inescapable and horrifying.

“Oh fuck, it’s tearing through me!” Mary screamed. Her dress now completely soaked in blood from the waist down as Primo and the ghoulettes tried to hold her down. Mary quickly was falling further into madness, bleeding out before them. Cursed with visions of Heaven and Hell, furiously fighting a war that would never be won. Surrounded by blood and gore—the likes of which were of an indescribable amount. Covering all the world as the sound of Satan’s laughter began filling her ears.

As another contraction hit, she screamed again. This time begging for death, for God to take her and spare her baby. Gripped tightly onto Cumulus' hand. The ghoulette’s claws, going numb in her grasp. There was nothing they could do to stop it—this baby was coming and now.

“It’s going to be ok Mary, don’t push yet. It’s too soon.” Primo begged. Watching as she writhed around in the bed. The stigmata wounds, continuing to bleed, spattering across the room as she struggled against the ghoulettes’ hold. Both of them, looking at one another in fear before turning their sights on Primo. Knowing that Mary and her child would likely not make it.

She had lost so much blood. Her screams, turning to a deafening silence. Mary, completely void of strength as her labor continued. Crying softly as she clung barely on to life. All of them, helpless to watch her and her child dying before their eyes. Primo continued doing his best to assist. Holding himself together like he always did in times of crisis. Praying that at least one of them would be spared of this fate.

When all had seemed at its bleakest, Terzo and Omega could finally be heard running down the Hall. Catching sight of Secondo as he too was making his way down to the infirmary. The rest of the Abbey inhabitants lining the halls as the screams from poor Mary had flooded the building—blood curdling cries, sent echoing throughout every square inch, alerting them to the situation. They were nothing but a blur as Terzo and the others burst through the doorway.

“How is she? Oh, Mary I’m so sorry.” Terzo cried, covered in sweat and smeared paint. Filled with horror at the sight of her. Blood everywhere, covering everything around them. His love’s face, pale and stone still. Looking as if she were only moments from death. Terzo realized that it was now or never.

“She’s lost so much blood fratellino, I don't think either of them are going to make it.” Primo told him. The old man’s face filled with more sorrow than Terzo had ever seen at his admission. The rise and fall of Mary’s chest, barely discernible, now slowing as her time drew near.

“This can’t be…we must be able to do something.” Secondo chimed in, the guilt of his covetousness weighing heavily on him. Worried that he had somehow allowed this to happen. That somehow, he too was at fault and that both God and Lucifer had forsaken Mary and her child for his own defiance and greed.

“There—there is something.” Terzo began. The words, barely making it out of him as all others in the room stopped to face him. Waiting for his answer as Terzo swallowed back, tasting the foulness in his mouth for what he was about to say—about to do.

“What is it?” Primo asked, bringing his hands between Mary’s legs to feel for the baby’s head. Its small peak of hair, just palpable from inside her. “We must hurry, I can feel the head.”

“Oh fuck.” Omega gulped, feeling dumbfounded and lost. Terzo slipped his hand within his coat. Pulling from it the blade hidden within. Instantly the tears began to fall from his eyes.

“This.” he told them. All eyes falling to the sharp edge of the blade.

“What?” Secondo asked as Terzo began sobbing. Looking over to Mary as she had all but bled out. Watching the life slip away from her as he stood before his brother. Holding the blade, he was to murder Secondo with, in his hands. Scared he had waited too long and that even now it was too late for Mary and their child to survive. Would he be sacrificing Secondo for nothing?

“I was visited in the garden by Lucifer.” he began, everyone’s attention held in a vice. The presence of the old one, felt even now in the room. Surrounding them in a veiled cloud of darkness.

“And?” Primo said as he and the ghoulettes continued to try and take care of Mary as best they could.

“I was told that the child would be spared its fate as the antichrist if I—I…”

“If you what stronzo? Spit it out.” Secondo hissed, though it seemed to Terzo as if he knew. As if something had told him already that a deal had been made.

“If I kill you.” Terzo admitted, the sounds of gasping filling the room. “But I just can’t.”

“Then do it.” Secondo told him. Realizing this was it—this was his chance, given to him by Lucifer to redeem himself. A chance for him to make things right between them.

“I never wanted to make this choice!” Terzo cried out when suddenly Secondo came to stand before him.

“I said do it! Do it now!” he yelled, taking the blade from Terzo and positioning it against the flesh of his chest. Wrapping Terzo’s hands around the hilt as he continued on. “Kill me now. It’s the only way.” Secondo told him, the hint of tears glazing his eyes.

“But Secondo… I…” Terzo tried to continue. His sobbing, blurring his vision more as he heard Secondo too had succumbed to his emotions. The rest of them, waiting with bated breath as the two brothers reached their inescapable fate.

“Please.” Secondo begged, staring into his little brother’s eyes. His heart aching, pounding—breaking. Both of them were covered in sweat. Chests heaving with labored breath and souls crying out from within.

“I don’t want to do this Secondo. Understand that I…I have to….” Terzo cried, trying to reason with himself. This was the only way to save Mary. To save his child from death.

“Then do what you have to do.” Secondo smiled softly.

“Oh cazzo…Secondo I can’t. I can’t.” Terzo yelled. Cursing the Devil and God alike as he stood with the blade pressed just above his brother’s beating heart.

“I have not been a good brother to you Terzo. Let me do this.” Secondo begged, Terzo pulling away and pacing the room. Feeling as though he may die before being able to make the choice. His whole body aching as each second passed.

“I just…I can’t.” Terzo cried once more. Secondo had had enough. Looking at Mary as she lay in the bed. Covered in crimson red, inches from death. Knowing that deep down this was the only way to save her. Confident that his sacrifice—their sacrifice would fix it.

“Ah!” Secondo yelled, charging towards him. Forcing Terzo to finish him. The blade, plunging deep into Secondo’s chest. Everyone was in shock as Secondo dropped to the ground. The dagger sticking out from his front. Letting go from his mortal coil as a smile spread across his face. It was done.

“Why?” Terzo asked him as he fell to his knees. Kneeling beside him and pulling him close in his arms.

“I love you.” Secondo told him as he began to cough. The blood stained his normally blackened lips, red. The second Emeritus son had slipped away in peace.

“I love you.” Terzo cried as Secondo fell lifeless in his arms. Setting his brother carefully down to the floor in silence. The loudest silence any of them had ever known.

“Terzo…” Mary’s voice rang out in the quiet of the room. Barely above a whisper it managed to carry him as he turned to face her in her severely weakened state. All of them, relieved to hear her knowing she had been spared as promised in the wake of Secondo’s death.

“Amore.” Terzo called out, rushing to her side and taking her hand. Primo could feel the baby’s head was crowning.

“We are almost there.” he told Terzo, trying his best to continue on in the chaos. Feeling, as Mary had another contraction, that the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck. Terzo immediately noticed the look flash across Primo’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching his brother work to get the baby out as fast as he could.

“It’s too late.” Mary cried. Terzo, feeling helpless as Primo refused to answer him. Mary brought his hand to her side. Feeling the blood as it began pouring out from the final stigmata wound. The wound had appeared without her even making a whimper. Too weak and far gone to even respond as she began slipping steadily away.

“Oh fuck. No! No!” Terzo yelled as Mary went limp. Primo, working his hardest to help deliver the baby who had managed to come through the birth canal. Removing the ensnarement of the cord. Crushed to find no signs of life as he held the small bundle in his arms.

“Terzo…I’m so sorry.” Primo told him, holding the baby closely in his arms. His face filled with tears. Sniffling back to try his best to speak. “He’s gone.”

“NO! You promised me!” Terzo howled. His voice, cracking in pain as his screams reached both Heaven and Hell. Raging at the universe and all things within it. Ready to burn existence down before him.

I PROMISED YOU NOTHING INSOLENT WHELP.

The voice said, echoing all around them. All of them immediately knew who it came from. God himself, coming to gloat that he had prevailed. Taken everything from Terzo and his beloved Mary.

“God?” Mary asked, barely alive. Knowing that her baby was gone. Her life was destroyed, and she no longer cared about anything. Wishing for her death to come.

You defied me Mary. You refused to erase your sin and now two people have died instead of one.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Terzo growled, wishing he had any control. His son was dead, held still in his brother’s arms. His other brother, lifeless on the floor. The love of his life barely holding on as her own God smugly berated her—blamed her.

“I—” Mary began, somehow managing to continue on.

I am however a benevolent God. I can give you a second chance. Beg me for forgiveness and repent for your sins and I shall heal thee. Welcome you back into the bosom of Heaven. Absolve you of sin.

Mary looked over to Primo, seeing her baby for the first time. His little hand, just visible above the blanket as Primo held onto him. Knowing that he had never been able to draw his first breath. Feel the love she held for him in her heart. A heart now torn in a million pieces. Shattered like glass, never able to be whole again in his absence. She no longer cared about what would happen to her, ready to have God strike her where she stood but not before she said her peace.

“I no longer want your paradise.” she began. Her tears, so intense that her voice could barely continue through them. “You are nothing. Nothing but false promises and veiled wickedness.” she cried, when the sound of hissing came loudly pouring into the room. A snake slithering across the bloodied floor. Gliding in a winding swirl over Secondo's body, before coiling up onto the bed beside where Mary lay. The serpent, beginning to speak to them, though its lips never moved.

“I ALWAYS keep my promises.” it said as suddenly a cry came out from the little bundle in Primo’s arms. The once pale hand, turning pink as the child wriggled in his uncle's arms. Primo, smiling down and crying as the baby announced himself unto the world.

All of them, joyous and shocked that the child was now alive. Mary too was returning to her normal color. The blood that had covered her, slowly disappeared as if it was never spilled. Primo, quickly handing Mary her son. His small face brightly shining as Terzo held the two of them in his arms.

“Our baby.” he cried. The tears now of pure joy as he buried his face into Mary’s hair.

“He’s going to be alright.” Primo told them. Both Mary and Terzo, filled with relief as she turned her sights upward. Addressing God head on as he watched them in annoyance.

“It is in the devil and his servant, my sweet Terzo, that I have found the truth of what you are. The father who would abandon his child for a gentle sin.” Mary yelled. The smile on her face, cold towards her once beloved deity as God’s light shone within the room. So bright that it nearly blinded them.

Be damned then you fool. Enjoy what you have now…until we meet again.

God said, his voice tainted with hatred as the bright light faded away. Disappearing into the ceiling before leaving all of them alone together. The serpent too had disappeared in thin air, just as Terzo and Mary had held tightly to one another. Their little boy cooing away in his parent’s arms.

One Week Later…

It was a rainy day. Crisp and windy, just as he would have liked it, Terzo imagined as he prepared himself for Secondo’s funeral. A day like this was his favorite kind. The energy of a storm on the horizon and the cleansing power of the rain was always something Secondo held dear.

Terzo smiled at the thought. Though his brother may never have thought so, Terzo knew now that Secondo had truly been the best of them. Willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for those he loved. One Terzo would never let anyone forget.

“It’s almost time.” Mary said, coming to meet him. Annoyed to still find him getting dressed in his vestments. Clearly losing himself in thought as the day weighed on him.

“I know, come here.” he smiled, a hit of bittersweet emotions held in his eyes. Holding out his hands as he waited for Mary to give him their son. Little baby Luca, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, looked just like his father in every way.

“Don’t wake him Terzo, I just got him to fall asleep.” Mary pleaded, gently handing him over. The little boy stretched; eyes still closed as he nuzzled into his father’s chest. The quiet hum of his snores and the tiny beats of his heart, felt softly against Terzo’s grasp. Tears falling from his eyes.

“Will he ever know how much he is loved?”

“He will…we will make sure of it.” Mary replied, pushing up on her toes to kiss Terzo’s forehead. Careful to not disturb his paints.

“You were right, you know, all children are gifts from God.” Terzo smiled.

“I just was mistaken on which God.” Mary smiled, “...now let's get going.” she continued, taking the baby back from him as they headed down the stairs towards the chapel.

Terzo was overwhelmed as he walked down the nave. The pews, lined with flowers and plants of emerald, green. All in honor of his brother's color. He tried not to think about it as he approached the sanctuary. The casket staring him down, making it harder for him to keep it together.

This brother’s loss felt heavy among the siblings, ghouls, clergy, and congregation. Terzo wondered if now Secondo could see just how much he meant to others. Just how important he really was. Just before stepping up to the pulpit, to give his final respects, Terzo placed his hand on the top of the casket.

“You were the best of us all.” he whispered, hoping that Secondo could hear him. Sniffling back as he prepared to give his brother’s eulogy. “Thank you.”

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dolcezze- sweethearts

piccola- little one (feminine)

Stronzo- asshole

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Hiii!! I loveeee ur work and after reading best song ever mv fic I've had this idea of like soml mv.. like y/n is with all her family and harry is just being goofy and loved bye them and i really want to se Anne and y/n intract like i think she would have an idea that harry has a little crush on her and like in the last after talking to y/n Anne teases harry and he gets all blushy...!

Not That Simple

A/N: writing about yn's stepmum brings me so much happiness i can't really explain it. hope you enjoy it lovies 💚

SUMMARY: Harry and YN being oblivious idiots and lie to their mums on the set of filming for their new music video, Story of My Life. (3.2k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

"YN! Mon amour comment vas-tu?” My love, how are you?

"Hey Penny." YN smiles warmly as her stepmum walks into the set studio and shares a quick, squished hug from her.

Today is the day when One Direction films their music video for their upcoming single, Story Of My Life. It’s an exciting time for the band because they were able to bring along some of their family members to re-create some of their childhood photos. YN didn’t have much family outside from growing up with the Tomlinsons other than one of her favorite people in the world.

"How was the drive over here? Was Noah nice to yeh?" YN asks, referring to her head of security she sent to go get her stepmum from the airport.

"Oh he was an absolute doll, but he was completely unnecessary, baby. Yeh know I can handle meself." She pushes her sunglasses on top of her head and there’s no denying how truly gorgeous Penny is. She did yoga to keep fit and wore tight fitting jeans to show off her curvy figure. For as long as YN has known her, her stepmum always wore her dark hair down and long enough to cascade down her back. She used to joke that she could hear Penny coming from a mile away by all the bracelets and necklaces she wears—it reminds her of her hippie days when she was younger.

"Was just a safety thing, Pen."

"Yeh worry too much. Now," Penelope claps and rubs her hands together. "Where are those hunky lads? Oh!" She brushes past her stepdaughter once she notices them all huddled around each other as they chat amongst themselves.

"Pen...Penny!" YN whisper shouts at her stepmum but it's no use because the woman is quickly and confidently making her way towards the boys.

"Hiya lads!" Penelope raises her arms excitingly in the air, her hips shimming from side to side.

"Penny!" All the boys cheer, smiles from ear to ear as they go around giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek in greeting. There’s no denying how much the boys all love her stepmum. They can easily tell where YN sponged onto some of her personality from.

“You boys have grown up so much!” She gushes. Penelope grabs ahold of Louis’s chin and shifts his head around for her to look at. She playfully scrunches up her nose. “Lou, you’ve got some stuff on yeh face.”

All the boys laugh at her poke at his facial hair. He swats her hand away before stepping forward into her open arms. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

"Hey Ms. YLN." Harry smiles sweetly after his turn giving YN’s mum a hug, only to receive a playful pat on the chest from the older woman.

"Now Harold, how many bloody times do I need to remind yeh to stop calling meh tha'. Makes me feel old."

"Penelope is quite a character isn't she?" Anne tells YN with a sweet smile. It was so nice to have some of the mums come on for this project. Anne was one of the first ones to arrive and her and YN have been talking almost non-stop. She was such an easy person to talk with that YN almost wanted to talk to her about her confusing feelings towards her son.

"Aren't yeh just the cutest, sweetest lad around?" Harry chuckles when the woman pinches at his cheeks.

YN lets out a snort. "More like embarrassing."

"Ben! I'm ready for me close up!" Penelope announces with a grand wave of her arms and YN groans into her hands.

...

"Cut!” Ben yells and takes off his little headphones as he comes around from the camera. “Alright ladies, we're just gonna make a few more adjustments and we'll let you know when we're ready for you again.”

The two ladies nod from their fixed positions on the couch and relax their limps. The picture they're re-creating is one that really pin points the start for her and her step mum's relationship. Baby YN was only four years old when her father started dating again after her mother passed away and met a young, hippie chick at a bar. YN wasn't very fond of any of the women her father brought home but Penelope was different. She actually gave notice to his daughter, made an effort for a conversation with the little girl, and gave her a mother's smile. After two months of dating YN’s father, one of the ways Peneople finally broke through to her was through one of the many great loves in her carefree lifestyle: music.

In no way was Penelope trying to buy her love, but she knew that the little girl's eyes and ears grew curious whenever she pulled out her guitar.

So one day, when Penelope pulled out her acoustic guitar and began to play her rendition of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, she acted like she didn’t notice the little girl shy peaking over from the side of the velvet couch. Whenever the young woman took her stubble glances to YN, the little girl quickly hid her face, her chubby finger rubbing against the soft material of the couch.

When YN didn’t hear the strings making their pretty melody, her little furrowed eye brows peaked around to see that Penelope pulled out a little toy guitar for YN. The little girl's eyes widened in excitement and it was the first time Penny saw YN accepting her into her life. She played carelessly along with the woman, babbled baby gibberish with her singing and smiled big enough to showcase her growing, gapped teeth.

It was a moment that the two women would never forget. Soon enough, YN would grow more and more attached to the woman than her father and they’re both grateful to have established that relationship before her father began to drink more and more.

Penelope left the hippie scene for YN, her free life for that of a mother's and she wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. So the picture is one her father took when YN was handed her first guitar. Penelope sits on her old blue velvet couch with her acoustic guitar in hand, smiling warmly at her future step daughter. The four year old is sitting next to Penny on her little baby legs, happily showing off her toy guitar in her hand.

When the two women came on to the recreated set, they were honestly taken aback by how accurate everything looked. Down from the framed pictures in the background to her step mum's favorite velvet couch.

"Y'know," YN’s step mum says lowly. "That boy hasn't stopped staring at yeh ever since I got here."

YN furrows her eyebrows and discreetly looks over her shoulder to see Harry in fact looking over to their way. He quickly adverts his gaze the second he's caught and suddenly finds something on the ground super interesting.

"That's just how he is." YN shrugs her shoulders, her fingers messing around with the tiny toy guitar in her hands, playing a soft and squeaky riff on it.

"He's always like that?" Penelope widens her eyes in playful amusement. "M'surprised he hasn't burned a whole in yeh head yet. Yeh can practically see the fookin' hearts in his eyes."

She can see the way her stepdaughter nervously adjusts the thick strap of her purple dress that's decorated with dogs all over. Penny nearly cried at the sight of her little girl back in the nostalgic piece of clothing.

"And even though they're not as big and bright as his, I can see the ones in yours, too." With Penelope's eyes focused on her finger placement on the neck of her guitar, she continues, "And don't yeh dare roll yeh bloody eyes at me, you know it's true."

YN stops her eyes from fully making their rotation and opps for squinting up at the ceiling.

"I don't like him like that." YN lies through her teeth. "He's...like a brother to me." The words taste vile on her tongue and she has to stop herself from cringing at the lie.

"Yeah, a brother you cuddle and snuggle up with. Which, if yeh put it like that sounds kinda creepy." YN visibly tenses up from her spot on the couch and eyes her step mum.

"...How do yeh know about that?"

"M'not giving away me allies." Penelope pucks her fingers against the wired strings to make a pretty melody. A beat goes by before she flattens her hands over the strings and says with a shrug, "Okay, it was Louis."

YN lets out a laugh of disbelief, "I'm going to fooking kill—"

"But so what if you cuddle with him?"

"Can yeh keep yeh bloody voice down?" YN hisses with wide eyes. She’s too scared to even glance over in his direction, hoping he didn’t hear her stepmum’s nonchalant tone.

"I think it's sweet.” Penelope shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “He's breaking yeh out of yeh shell. And he's a nice boy, YN. He’s good for yeh.”

“Yeah, maybe too good.” YN mutters to herself, missing the usual set of rings on her fingers to fidget with.

“Hey, cut that shit.” Penople snaps and her stepdaughter’s eyes widen and her shoulders coming up her ears in a shrug in defense.

“I didn’t say anythin—”

“No, nuh uh. I will not sit here and listen to yeh belittle yourself like that, especially not for a boy. Don’t care who it is. I raised yeh better than that. Understood?” Penelope wasn’t used to having to scold her daughter in a while. It’s not like she did it every second of the day either, it’s just that YN has been away from home for the past three and a half years that she can forget her little girl isn’t a child anymore. She’s a young woman making her way through the world, a world too big for Penelope to ever fully experience and guide her daughter through but she will try her damn near best to any way she can.

“Yeah. Sorry, Pen.”

Penny isn’t truly mad at her, she doesn’t think that’s even possible at the sight of YN’s dejected look. She places a gentle hand on her stepdaughter’s cheek and her heart squeezes tight when YN leans into her touch, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh.

“I love you, my baby. Always.”

“I love yeh too.” After resting her guitar on the side of the couch, YN allows her stepmum to pull her into her arms for a bear hug. She rests her head on Penelope’s chest, her forehead pressed against the side of her neck with her hands clutching onto her stepmum’s arm.

“Guess I have Harry to thank for yeh allowing me to cuddle on yeh.” Penelope jokes as she rests her cheek on top of YN’s head. But she’s suddenly and quickly blinking back tears by YN’s next words.

“Thank yeh for everything, mum.”

It’s always a rare, cherished moment whenever YN calls her by that name. It was always Penny or Pen, always being introduced as her stepmum and she never had a problem with that. After her biological mother left the picture, Penelope was in no way, shape or form ever trying to replace the little girl’s real mother.

Even though she’s still not used to saying it a whole lot, YN does see Penny as her mother and there are not enough words in the world to ever describe how grateful for the woman hugging her. Thankfully, no other words need to be said in this moment as Peneople pulls her daughter closer, brushing a hand over YN’s hair before planting a kiss on top of her head.

It’s not everyday she can hold her daughter in her arms in this nostalgic setting.

...

“Aw, Niall. You look so cute here.” YN coos as she points to one of the blonde lad’s baby photos. “What the hell happened?”

The boys all cackle and jab at Niall and it only makes YN laugh even more.

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll burn a hole right through her head, bunny." Anne whispers to her son as he watches YN and the boys in the room with their childhood photos hanging up everywhere. "Remind me, son. Why haven't you asked the lovely girl out on a date yet?"

Oh how he just wants to rant to his mum about everything. He wants to tell her how it’s not as simple to ask her out, to take her out to a fancy restaurant, wine and dine her to make her see how irrevocably in love he is with her. He can’t drive her home and walk her up to her doorstep and not end the night with a goodnight kiss without the world shoving its nose in places where it doesn’t belong.

He wants to explain to his mum about how much he’s thought about it to the point where he can’t fall asleep most nights. What would happen if we dated and then broke up? It would be awkward for not only the two of them to work together but for the whole band. And that's only even if, if she likes him back. But that’s another rabbit hole he can’t afford to go down into.

“Who said I ever liked her in the first place?”

“Please. I’m your mum, I know things; I know you.” She brushes a gentle hand over his hair, careful not to mess up Lou’s work. “Could see the look on your face ever since you were sixteen, bunny.” Not to mention by just watching her son throughout the day today. When the band was shooting the open scenes for the video where they all develop, organize and hang up their photos, it can almost easy to miss the way Harry gravitates towards her.

Her role in the scene was to sit in the desk adjacent from Liam’s as he fucks around with whatever equiment he was assigned to. She can’t say she relatively knew what her role was either; she just wrote down nonsense on a clipboard before handing Harry the pictures for him to hang up.

The whole time they filmed the scene and whenever Ben would yell out cut! Harry would sit his bum on her desk while she leaned her elbows towards them as they would get lost in random conversation. She would laugh and nod along to whatever he said and Harry would brush his index finger at the underside of his nose to try to minize how big his smile would get. The bts camera always seemed to have a lot of content to capture whenever the two were together—and that was almost always.

“Yeah well m’grown now.” Harry straightens up a bit and shoves his fingers into the tight pockets of his black skinny jeans. “But even if I did, it was just a little, school boy crush. M’over it.”

Before she can point out the obvious truth he’s avoiding, his mum smiles and nod towards someone behind him.

“Hey, sorry to bother your talk.” YN smiles politely at Anne before turning attention towards her bandmate. “H, they’re calling us to set now.”

“Us?” Harry doesn’t mean to perk up like he did at the thought of the two of them doing a scene together, but alas.

“Yeah, the boys and I are ready for yeh.”

“Oh r-right,” Harry rubs the underside of his nose with his index finger. “Course because we were all doin’ solo shots before—I mean you already know that because you were with Penny so of course you would remember that.” The absolute word vomit is almost too painful to watch, but it hurts less than literally proving his mother right in real time. “Dunno why I even said that, because you obviously—I mean everyone kind of...um,” He chuckles to himself.

What the hell was that? He thinks to himself.

Harry fumbles over his words and Anne doesn’t even have the decency to hide her growing smile. Especially when she sees a tint of pink come to her son’s cheeks when YN lets out a giggle.

“Cat got yeh tongue, H?” She beams.

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as his dimples pop out in a smile. He feels like he’s making a right idiot out of himself. It’s like all logic and coolness he has chucks itself out the window when she smiles at him. He feels like he’s sixteen again, embarrassed by his crush laughing at him and wishing the world would swallow him whole.

“Apparently so. Bloody thing forgot to give it back.”

“Well maybe I can give it gentle reminder over there.” The skin on his wrist tingles when she takes a gentle grip on it and starts to pull him towards the set. She gives a sweet twiddle of her fingers towards his mum, “Bye, Anne.”

“Bye, hunny. Have fun, you two.” And when YN faces forwards again, Harry has to remind himself of his manners and resist the urge to roll his eyes and at his mother’s knowing smile.

...

Along with some of the other family members that came along for the video shoot, their two mums stand off to the side behind the multiple monitors as they watch the band perform their song.

YN slowly follows the camera as it moves in a circle around them. One of the sides of her cardigan slips off of her shoulder and she wraps her arms around her torso as she sings her somber bridge.

The story of my life, he takes her home

They drive all night to keep her warm

And time is frozen

When the band had their writing session for this song, YN pushed to add these lines. For a good chunk of their songs, YN always likes to add a female’s response to whatever the boys were singing. With this, she’s able to convey that the cycle of said relationship isn’t one sided. As the male character of the song does all he can for their partner, they never get the girl.

In turn, YN tells the story of what it's like to look on from the outside—to want the person who’s too busy looking at someone else.

“I think my son has a staring problem.” Anne whispers.

The two mums snicker at the multiple monitor screens because even though the main camera is on YN, another side camera captures the way Harry’s staring fondly at his bandmate.

“And me daughter is a terrible liar.” Penelope sighs. “Thought I taught her better.”

“To share her feelings?”

“To lie better.” The two women chuckle quietly to themselves before they watch their oblivious, ignorant children give each other subtle glances. “Should I start savin’ for their wedding now? Or when they finally decided to grow a pair and tell one another how they feel?”

“Oh, if they keep this up,” Anne cheekily nods to her son’s attempts to not smile at YN and sing along to the chorus. “They won’t be dating until they're forty.”

“I give ‘em six years.”

“I think five. One of them is bound to break.” The two women shake hands and then break out in chuckles at their realization. “Did we really just bet on when our kids will get together?”

“I think we did. Wait, what do we win if we’re right?” Penny says with an amused smile as she sees YN pass by Harry with putting a gentle hand on his arm.

“Oh, seeing them together is going to be satisfaction enough.”

“Agreed.”

...

The rest of the photos of YN that hang on the walls:

Her and Louis (pre XFactor):

Her and Penelope:

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ninjakk · 2 years

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The cold spring scene - An important part of Wangxian's developing feelings for each other

The cold spring scene when WX are adorable teens is just such an interesting spa date interaction between the pair. WWX is a big tease and poor LWJ just can't seem to escape him! I actually think more praise needs to be given towards LWJ here... He keeps his cool quite well considering the circumstances. Although the scene is quite short and sweet - it still has a lot of details hidden just under the water surface.

After recently re-reading the ongoing MDSZ manhua, I noticed quite a few bits from the novel are missing. One scene in particular, is the one I am going to analyse here. I was quite surprised to see this was not included, even if it 'needed' censoring for whatever bullshit 'reason' - it still could have been included somehow surely?!

To me, this scene and the punishment scene prior to this, are actually quite an important part of the CR arc and a fundamental building block of WXs budding friendship/relationship. It shows their true characters to each other and the reader. LWJ punished himself alongside WWX because he is in essence, fair and just - even if WWX pulled him out of the CR grounds! We also see the utter horror WWX has at realising that LWJ has taken his words so seriously and is going to punish himself also. WWX tries to stop this happening, because he's kind and caring - he doesn't want LWJ to get hurt or punished, especially for something he caused. So to omit this and the cold spring scene, where WWX is very sincere and somewhat in awe of LWJ, is quite sad in my opinion.

So let's take a look at the scene in question. I have to say, one thing that always stands out to me is that WWX doesn't visit the cold spring until night-time. WWX was dragged out of bed very early in the morning, apparently 'before daylight even appeared'. After the beating, JC is carrying WWX away and they bump into LXC, who informs WWX there is a way for him to heal in a few short hours. WWX was beaten quite badly, and very swollen - yet he didn't go to the cold spring until much later. There were no lessons, because LQR was still away in Qinghe - so I find it a bit odd he waited all day before seeing to his injuries.

Chapter 18

It was night-time, at the cold spring of the Cloud Recesses. Lan WangJi’s eyes were closed as he relaxed in the ice-cold water. Suddenly, a voice rang beside his ears, “Lan Zhan.”

“...”

Lan WangJi’s eyes sprang open. Sure enough, Wei WuXian was lying on his stomach, above the blue stones beside the cold spring, tilting his head and smiling at him.

WWX has snuck up on LWJ while he is mediating in the spring. We don't know how long he's been there, but he's lying down on the rocks watching LWJ. Personally, I think it's safe to assume WWX was probably thinking similar thoughts to what he did when he saw LWJ in the cold spring in his second life. Blinded by his looks, but convincing himself he's not - as he's done so many times. We already know he finds him attractive from the amount of time he's said so since coming to the Cloud Recesses - so it's probably not too far off! The fact WWX lay on the ground in quite an alluring pose, just adds to the teasing tone he loves to use with LWJ.

At some point, probably after a long while of marveling at how beautiful LWJ looks WWX calls out to LWJ near his ear, which is quite a seductive way to make himself known. When LWJ opens his eyes, he sees WWX lying on the ground smiling at him with his head tilted. Interestingly enough, the head tilt is in a number of translations I have read as well. A head tilt is a subconscious facial cue that not only shows you are interested, but it also shows you are being submissive. Because it exposes a vulnerable part of the body, it's a sign that you are comfortable being vulnerable around the person you are talking to. Ironically, it's nonverbal communication that means 'I trust you not to bite harm me' - and considering LWJ's penchant for biting later in the novel, it's quite amusing. It's something females tend to do with someone they like. It's also often used in literature to convey flirtation and interest as well. So it's very interesting to see WWX adopting this stance in front of LWJ.

Lan WangJi blurted out, “How did you come in?!” Wei WuXian slowly crawled up, and spoke as he took off his sash belt, “ZeWu-Jun told me to come in.” Lan WangJi, “What are you doing?”

Wei WuXian kicked off his boots while leaving piles of clothing all over the ground, “I already stripped, so what do you think I’m here for? I heard that your sect’s cold spring can cure injuries aside from helping with one’s cultivation. So, your brother told me to come here and bathe with you. Except, it’s really not nice of you to come here to heal alone. Eep! It really is cold. Brr…”

I find this next bit quiet interesting. WWX slowly crawls up and proceeds to take his clothes off - which is a little provocative. He could have taken his clothes off before drawing attention to himself - but he didn't. He waited for LWJ to turn around and stripped in front of him. I know he's probably very used to be naked in front of the other male disciples back at his sect when they bathe and change. But it's the way he does it here that just seems more deliberate and teasing. Especially after speaking next to LWJ's ear and slowly crawling up before undressing. It's a good job LWJ's waist-deep in cold water if you ask me.

I also find it interesting that LXC told him to come and bathe with LWJ specifically. Perhaps to set up a spa date help mend their budding friendship after the joint punishment they received at LWJ's behest. LXC does seem to fancy himself as a bit of a mediator at times, and even used a similar approach to try and help clear up animosity between JGY and NMJ later in the novel. At least this one was more successful I guess! This could also be the reason WWX doesn't go to the cold spring until night-time as well.

“Do not move!” As he spoke, he extended an arm, and put his hand on Wei WuXian’s shoulder. Wei WuXian instantly felt a surge of warmth coming from where their bodies connected. Feeling better, he couldn’t help but to shift closer over there. Lan WangJi was wary of this, “What?” Wei WuXian replied in an innocent tone, “Nothing. It seems like your side is warmer.” Lan WangJi firmly kept his arm between the two of them, maintaining the distance. He sternly declared, “It is not."

I always find this part quite funny, as the adorable 'I do not have physical contact with others' LWJ was just pushed to the point he touched WWXs bare shoulder. LWJ refused to hold onto WWXs hand while saving him from the waterborne abyss, but now he's resorted to physical contact in order to keep WWX away from him - because he's shy. Personally I think the surge of warmth could have a double meaning here. Yes, the water is freezing and of course body warmth would cause this reaction. But considering how WWX subconsciously feels about LWJ, and the chemistry that has been there since they first met - it could also be a reaction to being touched by someone he is evidently attracted to. After the physical contact, WWX continues to gravitate towards LWJ, as he so often does. WWX claims he wants to get closer to him because LWJ's side seems warmer, apparently.

Wei WuXian wanted to get closer to Lan WangJi so that it was more convenient for him to flatter the other. Even though he couldn’t go over and was given the cold shoulder, he wasn’t angered at all. He glanced at Lan WangJi’s palms and shoulder. The bruises were still there, meaning that Lan WangJi really wasn’t here to heal. Wei WuXian spoke sincerely, “Lan Zhan, I admire you so much. You really did punish yourself as well, without treating yourself any better. I don’t have anything else to say.”

Lan WangJi shut his eyes again, without any words. Wei WuXian spoke again, “Really, I’ve never seen someone as prim and proper as you. It’d be impossible for me to do something like this. You’re so cool.”

Lan WangJi still paid him no attention.

WWX has now given two separate reasons as to why he was trying to get closer to LWJ, while they are naked in the cold spring. As we've previously seen, WWX actively uses self deception to rationalise the feelings or actions he is not ready to understand. There are many examples of WWX doing this throughout the novel. WWX actually did something similar when he saw LWJ in the cold spring prior to the Cloud Recesses flashbacks. He tried to rationalise why he was looking at the bathing beauty. So in the above scene, WWX is trying to reason with himself and justify his need to be near LWJ at this moment in time...while they're naked.

WWX goes on to state he wouldn't be able to punish himself if he was in LWJs position - but we know from other parts of the novel that this is not true. WWX actually takes the brunt of the punishment for the other junior disciples at his sect often. Perhaps not always out of choice, but I think he'd probably do it anyway as he's very protective of people he cares about.

What WWX is really impressed with is that LWJ took the punishment alongside him, which no one has ever done before. As we later find out, he's always the one taking all the hits and punishment dished out at Lotus Pier. No one has ever really stepped in to take some of the punishment with him. The joint punishment they received is an important part of the developing relationship (and somewhat unconscious feelings) WWX has for LWJ.

WWX didn't get a reaction from his very sweet and sincere compliments, so he continues to flatter LWJ to try and elicit a response. It is just adorable how much WWX craves LWJ's attention to the point he says 'I don't have anything else to say' after being so sweet - but then continues to praise him anyway!

WWXs compliments are genuine and sincere. He really is in awe of LWJ at this moment when isn't he tbh and his comments are very sweet. But as genuine as they are, this is also a flirting technique, as I've mentioned in a previous post. Complimenting in such a way, is feminine flirting technique that is a way to appease the male ego.

After Wei WuXian stopped feeling cold, he started to swim around the cold spring.

He swum for a while, but still went near Lan WangJi, “Lan Zhan, didn’t you notice what I was doing when I talked to you?” Lan WangJi, “I do not know.” Wei WuXian, “You don’t even know about this? I was complimenting you, trying to become more casual with you.” Lan WangJi glanced at him, “What do you want to do?” Wei WuXian, “Lan Zhan, why don’t we become friends? We’re already so familiar.” Lan WangJi, “We are not.”

WWX is yet again gravitating towards LWJ. As LWJ didn't react the way WWX wanted him to, he is trying to justify his compliments. He goes on to admit he was complimenting LWJ, in order for them to become 'friends'. Which I'm sure is what he wants, but subconsciously he wants more than that and doesn't quite understand that although he likes him, it's in a slightly different way to a 'friend'.

Wei WuXian slapped the surface of the water, “Now, you’re being boring again. Really. There are lots of benefits if you become friends with me.” Lan WangJi, “For example?” Wei WuXian swam near the edge of the spring, and leaned back with his arms on the blue rocks, “I’m always really loyal towards my friends. For example, I’d definitely let you be the first person to look at new porn that I get hold of… Hey, hey, come back! It’s fine if you don’t look at them. Have you been to Yunmeng? Yunmeng is really fun. Yunmeng’s food is also good. I don’t know if it’s Gusu’s or the Cloud Recess’s problem, but the food in your sect are so bad. If you come to Lotus Pier, you can eat lots of delicious food. I can take you to pick lotus seed pods and water chestnuts. Lan Zhan, do you wanna come?” Lan WangJi, “No.”

WWX begins to tease LWJ once again, because he has seemingly rejected his advances of striking up a friendship. So he initially jokes about lending LWJ porn, which he knows he would reject. In fact, WWX might have even been trying to get LWJ to get angry here once again - as he definitely got a kick out of it (and he later admits he most certainly does!). LWJ was about to leave because of WWX's teasing, so he quickly changes the subject in order to stop him from leaving. WWX invites LWJ on a date to come and stay with him at Lotus Pier so he can show him around where he lives - which is just utterly adorable! I've already covered some of this in a previous post, so I won't cover it much further here.

I really love this scene as it's nice to see WWX able to talk to LWJ away from JCs disapproval and hostility. It's also outside of the Library Pavilion environment, where he is being punished and LWJ is even more reluctant to talk. It's interesting to see how LWJ is able to converse with him a little more than usual, over their past two interactions. Granted, LWJ didn't say much here. But it's certainly a start! As @parlerenfleurs stated in a recent post, if LWJ had been a little less guarded - I have no doubt WWX would have been enticed into kissing LWJ, if he'd been able to get closer to him.

There is very much a sense of mutual respect and admiration starting to form, alongside their chemistry and physical attraction. Over the past few interactions they have shared, WWX has noticed that LWJ is very strong, perceptive and virtuous. LWJ managed to simultaneously save WWX and the third wheel Su She, pulling them away from the waterborne abyss. In turn, showing the shocking strength of his sword and himself - which certainly impressed WWX. WWX also got to see that LWJ is extremely observant, as he was first to work out the water ghouls were luring them to a waterborne abyss. As stated above, WWX is also incredibly impressed with how virtuous LWJ is, punishing himself as well as WWX. In turn, LWJ got to see how brave and kind he is by saving Su She. He also got to see that WWX is also a skilled cultivator with a keen eye, as he spotted the water ghouls hiding under the boats when no one else did.

I really think this small but sweet scene is a lot more important than some people might think. Once you have read the rest of the novel and extra chapters, this scene becomes even more important in showing the growing feelings that they had for one another from the very beginning. The Lotus Seed Pod extra shows the reader just how much both of them were affected by this small encounter. It's been around a year since they met and they are both still thinking about WWX's invitation to come visit him. Although they are miles apart, they are both pining for each other, thinking of what was said that night at the cold spring.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs novel #mdzs manhua #the Cloud Recesses arc is just perfect #wwx and lwj on a spa date #lxc setting up a spa date for his bro #mdzs meta #its a good job lwj is waist deep in cold water

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c-cw-f-saeko · 3 months

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tell me your name (tesso and seonhee headcanons 2/3)

they moved out of the way so i could take a picture of mt. fuji -> loose recreation of this image

hi !! i thought i’d finish this tesso and seonhee (separate and together) headcanon masterpost. it covers their individual backstory, how they met and how their relationship grew.

btw i made another headcanon masterpost about the liumang here 🤩 it wouldn't be a bad idea to read it before this one !

i warn that this is the ultimate yapping session LOL so it's long and very image heavy OOPS! there are more than 30 images, i wanted to add more but will stop there for now. check the bottom of the post for some straightforward headcanons (and a TLDR).

also, please pretend the entire timeline makes sense.....i won't beat myself over ageless characters not fitting 100% with documented events 😭 (imo seonhee is 34 and tesso is 37 currently) nvm my guess for seonhee but tesso is surely 37

also, the two fics i wrote heavily tie to this (don't mind the last one). i won't say you need to read them to understand, but i recommend reading them (BC I COOKED!) it'll be linked when needed.

- wang tielin

not completely accurate because he shouldn't have his scars but i'm too lazy to re-do the texture from scratch... sorry tielin 💔

birth name is wang tielin

born in japan. lived in the countryside with his uncle for the longest he could remember.

vowed to his childhood friend to live on the straight and narrow no matter what (hahaha)

a promise to keep was to become rich and share with their family when they grow up.

went to school just because, but had no plans nor dreams in particular. never stirred trouble.

was always kinda bland, but made an effort to become and dress "cooler" after coming to kamurocho (look at the fit please 😭 it was definitely a phase). this is part of the stuff tesso left behind (including his real name). would've preferred no one he knows today met him during that time.

zhao tried time and time again to make tesso show him pictures of him when he was younger but tesso claims to have none. zhao even got seonhee on the task and was ready to put down a good chunk of cash to make it happen. unfortunately for him, tesso was a nobody that truly came out of nowhere according to the geomijul (seonhee just lied 🤩 sorry tianyou).

-> long before the liumang

he came from some city in the country side where nothing really happens. his aunt and uncle took care of him and sent went to school. he was expected to take on his uncle’s restaurant since he was helping out from time to time and that’s what his uncle wanted anyway.

how can i put it… as long he found a way to feed himself and have a roof over his head, he didn’t have a goal to attain (like a goal career or whatever). he had no aspirations as in “i guess i’ll live” 😍

though, he had a close friend called liwei. they spent most of their time at school and outside together doing whatever. unlike tesso, liwei had big dreams of finally making it out go the “boring” countryside and establishing himself in a big city, becoming the wealthiest person of his family to provide for his parents. he had a passion about going to especially kamurocho because it was the complete opposite of their current lives. tesso's response to liwei was mostly -> “i support you!” he kinda admired liwei for having determined ambition.

-> a bit before the liumang

though, liwei ended up getting killed because a hit was ordered by a bunch of strangers on seemingly the wrong person. not a lot of clues were left behind, but tesso was adamant about it being a mistake since the two of them always swore on being on the straight and narrow (ironically).

so, tesso decided to leave his hometown in the countryside to find out what happened, who killed liwei and how the mix-up happened in the first place.

it lead him to many big cities (like kamurocho) though he navigated a bit clumsily with his words (talking a bit too carelessly about “i’m looking for such such that killed such and such, not knowing the type of place he was getting into), tesso ends up getting jumped by the local chinese mafia at least twice 😭 the clues he finds leads him into yokohama and bro gets jumped again 😭

all to figure out the true culprit was guys from yokohama's chinatown and going up front to them was the worst idea ever. instead, he joins the liumang (at first for refuge as outsider chinese people were vulnerable to trouble between seiryu/liumang and liumang/chinatown). then, in hopes of giving another meaning to his life and eventually seek justice for liwei’s murder.

-> in the liumang

won't go too much in detail here, but tesso ends up being recruited personally by zhao as a liumang officer through a fight - given the exploit of him being able to scratch his jacket with his claws (and zhao scratched his face across his nose and cheeks with his sabre 😍)

- sakura, the number one hostess

long ago in kamurocho, seonhee used to be an hostess called sakura. remnants of the jingweon mafia rejected by mainland and local koreans (that later formed the geomijul) survived the best they could with low-level information dealing. they used cabaret clubs to get info out of the local population.

moving left and right with her mother, it was lucrative enough for her to be able to fend for the two of them — even if it was temporary, she would be doing it until they’d be able to find some sort of stability.

eventually, the cabaret club was disbanded due to more prominent gangs taking over kamurocho, basically forcing the geomijul out of the city (to later end up yokohama).

in the move, the geomijul was very unstable; most members falling into despair as they were forced out of of home one more time.

seonhee was one of the few people to step up to rally the remaining people together. if they were wavering in the faith of surviving their predicament, the geomijul wouldn't even survive. she did everything she could to make sure fellow members wouldn't walk astray and find them a new home.

being one of people that proposed lodging the geomijul between the seiryu clan and the liumang and reprise their information dealing activities. it was through her sheer determination and in the success of securing the geomijul in yokohama that seonhee was made leader (despite being that young and a woman) jumping over all the oldheads.

fun fact, after leaving the cabaret club, she vowed to herself to never do that type of work ever again.

- meeting for the first time in kamurocho

bro came dressed like that to the luxury club 😭 first timer spotted!! fresh meat here!!!!!!

one promise he made to himself was to realize one of liwei’s dreams, no matter how futile it was. so, he gathered most of his money and decided to light it up for one night in kamurocho in his honour. he ended up going to the first cabaret club he laid eyes on - the one owned by the geomijul.

given the way he was dressed (lol) and the fact he had never been in the city before, seonhee (the number one hostess at the time) was tasked of tending his table. she usually handled the most "suspicious" customers.

that's what she thought at first, but past their initial talk, she really did find out he was just young random dude trying out the cabaret clubs for the first time.

“is it your first time here?” “yeah, there isn’t stuff like this where i live” and so on. funny enough, he turned the conversation back on her a lot so she could ramble about the city and the type of work she did (life in the countryside is boring and uneventful anyway). it caused her to indirectly talk about the geomijul — tesso couldn’t know, her words still applied to the cabaret club dynamic. “the streets are competitive so we are working hard to stay on top!” and how teamwork was the most important thing at the end of the day, etc.

they had a good time talking and tesso was glad to find out city girls were so friendly. he had the impression that he’d be eaten alive, but he was doing ok so far.

he touched briefly on the real reason he visited kamurocho (thought to himself it would defeat the purpose to not mention it). though, seonhee was smart to not make him linger on the subject by proposing to toast in his honor. tesso agreed, he was there to celebrate and she had made the right call.

[sorry for the lack of continuity here but i can't being myself to write more atm. will evetually expand that part into a fic.]

- meeting for the second time in yokohama

tesso was always one of the officers zhao relied on the most. for example, he was leading the men sent by zhao after nanba through the city.

so, after mabuchi's overturned coup-d'etat and seonhee taking over the liumang, zhao named tesso as the most reliable man under him and could definitely provide great support in mending the geomijul and liumang together - zhao assured seonhee she could rely on tesso to bridge the two factions.

seonhee was quick to recognize tesso right away, thinking hard about where she had seen such a familiar face before - and the options were very little. it didn't take long for her to realize that it was the same guy she met at the cabaret club years ago. she thought about playing it cool and pretending they never met before, "he probably forgot anyway" and it's not like she looks exactly the same as she did. but she couldn't really shake off the possibility of him remembering. still, she plays it off in front of zhao

for as long as tesso remembers, the geomijul was a very secretive organization and most liumang didn't even know who the boss was and what they looked like. so he rolled with the assumption of having never met them before. so, of course, when he officially met seonhee for the first time, he didn't recognize her. at least at first 😭

- the underworld post mabuchi

because of fusion of the underworld, there was a lot of re-structuring to (such as combining certain cashflows, identifying businesses to assign new leaders to look after them, etc.) it was challenging especially after mabuchi basically left the liumang in shambles and with a lot of defecting members.

tesso helped out sorting out the mess with seonhee personally; it was easier to go through everything with someone that new the ordeal from top to bottom (thanks to zhao). the little time they had was dedicated to fixing the whole organization. at that time, seonhee relegated a lot of leading responsibilities to joongi while tesso did the same with his subordinates.

that's all it was; hours in a corner of the geomijul (usually in the middle of the night) sorting through hundred of files.

at first, it was awkward. tesso had never seen who led the geomijul before and the reality was very far from this expectations. starting at the fact he didn't even thought the geomijul had a woman at its head because of the rumours running the liumang. a detail zhao never bothered bringing up before they met.

zhao's funky and malleable nature was replaced by something more rigid, stern at times but always stood on business. it was different, but tesso went along with it. her style was definitely gonna bring the liumang and geomijul back on its feet.

still, he spoke to her with the same clumsiness as he did with zhao. distant in his words, just like a subordinate should be to its leader. she didn't mind, especially when she did most of the talking anyway.

that's how their routine was at the start: meet, sort documents, leave — there wasn't anything else more to it.

but, something didn't feel quite right.

the more he heard her talk, the more he was sure to have met her before. the words she used, her tone... it felt so familiar. and he had plenty of time to think about it. there was no doubt, she definitely was that girl from the cabaret club...

he kept it to himself and vowed to pretend he's mistaken. the last thing he could do was to bring it up first and be wrong. he would continue to behave the same as he ever did. given their circumstances, he could assume she had left her old life behind as well.

though, irony seeped from his pores, it was stronger than him. the coincidence was a bit humorous; the two of them meeting again with different names and under these unlikely circumstances. he kept his stun under wraps - or at least tried to.

from lingering gazes when she wasn't looking to the way she held herself, tesso recalled the selfless woman he met long ago in kamurocho. despite the heavy facade she always wore, she played it off well, how, in the midst of her words, always passed others before herself.

even with her bolder style, and it's not like she changed much: she was still as beautiful as ever and had that unwavering aura fit of a born leader.

perhaps, he had made his realization too obvious.

ever since zhao presented tesso to seonhee, she knew they had met before. thus, sat quietly with the intent of pretending she was someone else. however, tesso's demeanour changed out of the blue. he seemed a bit more awkward and careful in his words.

though, seonhee resigned on pretending. "tesso? is that how you call yourself these days?" shortly followed with his real name. she asks, chuckling a bit. perhaps, he could've picked something more subtle. he did abandon his birth name for this alias he wasn't really sure whom give it to him. but it doesn't really matter. it just meant was a completely different man now.

it was a bit ironic; they are able to have to shy laugh about it, the ice is starting to melt between them.

- the bridge between the geomijul and yokohama liumang

overall, the union between the geomijul and liumang was welcome by its members. given the situation they both were in - one left without a leader and the other very vulnerable to outside threats. it was worth leaving residual animosity behind and cooperate for the sake of keeping yokohama safe.

so, antagonists to seonhee taking over after zhao were far and between - mainly geomijul oldheads (like seo hancheol 😍 rip bozo) and the few remaining mabuchi enjoyers (like zheng because yes in this timeline bro didn’t get banished out of yokohama).

so, not only did tesso assist seonhee in the merge of the two groups, but he kinda became for the liumang what joongi is for the geomijul: the first commander under the leader and first rep for the liumang. so, in case of trouble or any reference needed from geomijul members, they could ask him if needed. tesso is known to get along with younger folks (canon) so it helps a lot!

overall, the underworld is structured like this:

- factions subordinates (tesso and the geomijul)

yeona calls tesso liumang oppa 😭 she's the one that got tesso to read manga

i feel like yeona would get along well with these two LOL she can get info on joongi from tesso since they work on another level (joongi hides his cringy side from his subordinates). also, she tends to tease seonhee a bit about not being single anymore 😭 in a little sister-big sister type of way. bc like it's not like they ever announced anything, but yeona just picks up on vibes like that 😭 there's banter between seonhee and her, but it's in good faith!! there are so little women in the geomijul, so yeona made sure to stick with

"seonhee unnie, that's your boyfriend isn't it?" she didn't say that, but her eyes kinda did 😭 yeona always knows when something is up about her big sister. this whole exchange happened while tesso was reading his notes LOL 😭

well kinda... because now that seonhee is taken, han-sama (joongi) can stop worrying about seonhee's relationship status.

- advisor to advisor (tesso and joongi)

"Tha- That's not possible! She couldn't have a boyfriend! Some random man from who-knows-where!?" (direct canon quote istg 😭)

"some random man from who-knows-where" that's literally what tesso was to joongi for awhile.

of course, he knew tesso was one of the closest subordinates of zhao. but he wanted to dig out his history as much as he could before even asking zhao about it. surprise came when he didn’t find much out of the geomijul surveillance system — there was no way to know for sure how nor when he got in the city. however, joongi was adamant about not asking seonhee about it just yet.

sure, tesso and seonhee never announced they were together (for a very long time). but joongi picked up the smallest changes of seonhee's demeanour and her mannerisms. she tried her best to conceal it, but nothing went past his eye. and it was very clear to him... seonhee was indeed dating that random man.

at first, it was veiled concern but joongi believed seonhee could do better. he thought seonhee could aim for someone more or at least just as good looking than him (im sorry LOL but exhibit A) and someone as refined as her and not so… contradictory in looks and personality (tesso looks rough with a lot of distinctive features but is rather simple). so, first impression wise, it was off to a rocky start.

despite being the two most important members of the geomijul and liumang, joongi and tesso didn’t really get along. tesso thought joongi was arrogant and preferred dealing with his subordinates instead (like yeona with whom he was able to work well with).

“don’t mind han-sama. he’ll get over it eventually…” tesso still has no clue what she means by that

the impression of tesso and joongi not getting along wasn't setting a good example for the fellow geomijul and liumang members. while tesso was unsure about the whole thing, joongi struggled moving on for a bit. even seonhee wasn't sure of what was going on between the two.

it took yeona telling on joongi's business back to seonhee for her to set the record straight. no one knows for sure what she has said, but their short discussion was followed by a shy apology from joongi, blaming the geomijul's eternal lack of trust of others for his behaviour and vowed to be as reliable as ever. actually, that was a move from seonhee where she wouldn't let a reason so petty cloud joongi and tesso's relationship further. it was better if tesso didn't know (lol).......

in joongi's opinion, there was too many red flags or dubious points about tesso and couldn’t figure out where nor when they even met (as seonhee never mentioned him before). so, everything came to him as a surprise.

deep down, the hurt joongi felt was because seonhee didn’t tell him about it first when they shared pretty much everything. he took it as a sign of being unworthy of her trust. understanding it didn’t come from malice, joongi slowly opened up to tesso - it was iffy at first, there was still moments when he was a bit rude despite him. it took time, but joongi trusted seonhee in her decision and agreed that tesso wasn’t so bad after all (“albeit a bit goofy and doesn’t have a presentation as neat as I do”). all that mattered at the end of the day was seonhee’s wellbeing and she seems happy. bro got over himself…

- relationship ladder

(i'm not gonna extend myself too much on this but) the particular thing about them is how the closer they got, the place to work on business changed as well.

this is the fish shop next to eomoni's vow 😭

it started at the corner of the geomijul but surely became eomoni's vow (which is just my first fic LOL) - right at the time when the city was as calm as ever and the liumang and geomijul were combined together. members were more comfortable walking the streets so the need to remain miles of tunnels under the surface wasn't as needed.

still, they usually met in the middle of the night to work on stuff, but just end up eating and drinking the hours away. they got in the habit of playing mahjong against each-other singing karaoke on rare occasion (amongst other things).

next location is qing jin.

omg bro with the three piece suit 😭

it's upgrade from eomoni's vow since the top floor has a dress code 😍 you have to be put together to get in there so dresses and dress shirts are a must.

tesso debated for awhile before inviting her. it was a bit of a bold move, but he knew qing jin would be more of her taste (more spacious, luxurious and an entire different palate) AND it was still very private.

tesso actually picked the artwork (see the tomato picture below) and the room divider is from lin lin

they went a few times, and that was then tesso told seonhee about zhao's apartment complex and eventually advanced the idea to share a spot there. won't go over the details again LOL but you get the idea 🤩

knowing she'd be coming, tesso leaves her sweets 🥹 he's usually more busy on foot (you know assassination quests 🤩), but will drop by before she does if he has other stuff to do for the day.

seonhee definitely spends more time there since she doesn't have to be out carrying missions out on the streets and enjoys the privacy. it's seemingly normal when compared to the gloominess of the geomijul and restaurant row.

- trip to kyoto

this is basically the fic i wrote last year - tesso and seonhee go on a trip to kyoto. (PLEASE READ IT I COOKED!!! 😭) the fic in a nutshell:

i am kidding of course

despite being a higher ranked officer with more responsibilities, he’s always stuck at the “uhhhh taking some time off like that kinda feels unfair” but was bullied convinced by zhao to take some anyway. yokohama had been peaceful for awhile now and his subordinates could run well without him around for a few days.

so take the bullet train to osaka only to come back three days and four nights later. notably, they visit the nonomiya shrine (the shrine of love woooooooohooooo, no it is actually!), tesso dedicates her a poem and they stay in a machiya.

funny enough, i managed to make 3d models pretty close to the original drawings (iykyk) so it's fun!

pretty!!!!!!!!! 😭

- miscellaneous

funny thing they do -> rock paper scissors and they talk to each-other the native tongue of whoever wins for a day. seonhee tends to win often; she's just built like that.

during yua's first year at seiryo, tesso and seonhee attended the parent-student meeting together in place of her uncle (yua's legal guardian at the time). to meet sawa-sensei (yes she lived).

negative trait

tesso : can be too passive | seonhee : lacks humility

positive trait

tesso: dependable | seonhee: diligent

strength against the other

tesso: resistant to dominatrix energy | seonhee: resistant to tianyou

their weakness coming from the other

tesso: her cute mannerisms | seonhee: him calling her a specific petname (b......ba......omg i can't [dies of cringe])

serious complaint about the other

tesso: sacrificing health for the sake of fashion | seonhee: sleeps too little

unserious complaint about the other

tesso: lacks stamina | seonhee: grandpa mannerisms at 37

random quirk

tesso: can fall asleep anywhere | seonhee: rarely laughs from her the pit of her stomach

karaoke?

seonhee: enjoys anything from koda kumi | tesso: either tone deaf or decent, nobody knows… won’t do anything more than adlibs

hobby they got because of the other

tesso: skincare | seonhee: gardening

seonhee enjoys growing tomatoes, amongst other things. on his part, tesso grows nappa cabbages somewhere on a rooftop in restaurant row (mostly for kimchi ofc).

hobby they don’t share

tesso: shopping | seonhee: running

hobby they tried together for the first time

dancing (thank you yagami)

seonhee is pissed bc yagami made them do something really hard as a tryout. it's not easy, but it's simple at least so they managed!

thing they do when sick

tesso: eats lemons like oranges | seonhee: drinks tea with every single aromatic she can find (ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, peppercorns, etc.)

last thing they fought about

seonhee being frustrated at tesso’s reluctance to take over the liumang, leading her to talk ill of zhao’s ways of leadership. though, seonhee is too proud to apologize first and they didn’t talk to each other for two weeks. even zhao and saeko picked up on the fact they were kinda avoiding each other.

one thing they struggled with

(especially tesso at the start) treat each-other on equal footing. he was kinda confused at how to behave, whether to be or to not be subservient, like.....

not that it was his second nature, but that's what he used to for the longest time. so, he didn't mind at all.

seonhee was a bit frustrated at the need to spell it out, but it was better that way. at least, everything was clear between them from that point on.

for zhao's costume party [i'll write about this later? maybe?]

(actually seonhee convinced tesso but) they did matching costumes of leon kennedy and ada wong from RE.

TL;DR: i think there are moments when seonhee shares more of herself to someone on equal footing, moments where she's more vulnerable and has room to step away from her idolized self.

i think there are moments when tesso has to put himself first, moments when he must learn to not overextend himself at his own expense.

despite the unlikely circumstances and complicated conditions, i think they would be able to do that together. tesso and seonhee are polar opposites on so many things and i think they can learn a lot from each-other.

i'll make another post with all different outfits they had soon because the volume of models i made 😭

next headcanon post is either going to be ichitesso on dondoko island or yua.....idk yet........

and yes in my book miku was on dondoko island LOL

and before you ask, yes i smoke crack! thank you for coming to my ted talk!

#tessohui #tesso #seonhee #domain expansion #mental institute!!!!!!!!!!#also please dont think im a joongi hater #hes just lame af for how he is towards seonhee about her dating..like bro.....shes not gonna let you hit please stop #also he called ichiban ugly so................bruh............#other than that hes cool #im mentally ill #there are so many more things i wish i could convey #but i kinda hate writing #also this is not very fluffy? i think?#i shouldve written more i literally cant #im sorry #this has been in my drafts for a month at least #han joon gi #zhao tianyou

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tyrantisterror · 1 year

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One thing that’s interesting when comparing Beast Wars to G1 Transformers is how often the later gets wildly reinterpreted in adaptation while the former stays relatively the same.

The G1 characters and conflict have been adapted so many times. There are dozens of Optimus Primes and Megatrons and Starscreams and Shockwaves and Soundwaves and so fucking many Bumblebees, so many iterations of the Autobots vs. Decepticons, and either out of necessity or sheer creative boredom there have been some wild reinterpretations of them as a result, sometimes even from the same writer. One of my favorite examples is Ultra Magnus, who in the Marvel comics was written as a very uncertain character who constantly second guessed himself and his ability to lead, but in the IDW comics was written to be this hard-lined rules-obsessed character who was always certain what he was doing was right, specifically because Simon Furman, a writer for both comics, wanted to keep from repeating himself and decided to invert Magnus’s characterization to force different stories out of him.

G1 has a ridiculously huge cast of toys characters to pick and choose from, and because of all these adaptations, almost all of them have juicy personalities and character arcs to play with. You’ve got the A-Listers, of course, but even z-listers like Ironfist and Swerve have at least one story where they get to shine.

Beast Wars, by contrast, is almost always focused on the original main cast when it’s brought back. Beast Megatron, Optimus Primal, Dinobot, Cheetor, etc. Where G1 adaptations will play with new settings and conflict wrinkles (Animated puts it in the somewhat distant future, the Unicron Trilogy really emphasizes the Cosmic Horror of Unicron, etc.), Beast Wars always (with one exception) takes place on prehistoric Earth.

And I theorize this is because of the different between their first cartoons. Both are character focused - because the whole point of a toyline-based cartoon is to get kids emotionally invested in the toys their buying, and you do that by making those toys interesting characters - but because 90′s CGI animation was a SHITLOAD more expensive than 80′s traditional animation, G1 Transformers could make the cast ENORMOUS while Beast Wars had to kill off a cast member before they could afford to bring another on, and as such the cast remained pretty damn small - which in turn meant that those characters were even more focused on, given more development, and defined in a depth that the original cartoon iterations of the G1 cast weren’t. G1 Megatron is a defined character, yes, but that definition is loose enough that he can be wildly reinterpreted while still feeling like Megatron. Beast Wars Megatron, though, is cemented. He must be a schemer, he must be theatrical, he must be gleefully beyond redemption yet still charming as hell. The characterizations and plot twists of Beast Wars are so iconic that they almost loom too large, with re-adaptations often ending up feeling like just pale imitations of the original.

Except Beast Wars Uprising, which is creative as Hell and it’s kind of a shame that the only way to read it requires you to look at an eye-searing website.

Anyway, it’s kind of fun to think of how Beast Wars could be reinterpreted. It technically has a huge cast like G1 - there were SO many Beast Wars toys, which means there are a lot more characters than those in the original show, and as the recent-ish IDW comics show, nothing’s to stop you from adding new characters to the mix (I mean, they only added two and still stuck to a lot of the same beats as the cartoon, but still). You could do some big shakeups.

And hell, even among that core cast, there are characters that could use some more love. Tigatron and Airrazor got screwed by Hasbro’s requiring new toys on the screen, their arcs cut abruptly short to make way for new product. Terrorsaur and Scorponok were similarly eliminated but also had the problem of never really defining themselves in an interesting way, they could do with entirely new characterizations. And as Beast Wars Uprising showed, there’s a LOT of potential in Transmutate, a character written to die in her debut episode.

Here’s hoping 90′s nostalgia will do for Beast Wars what decades of 80′s nostalgia have done for the G1 cast. I think it’d be fun to see the franchise get weird with these beasts.

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just-a-wholesome-writer · 4 months

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"When the ocean in his eyes, wild and full of turbulence, looked at me with a stillness, a specific peace that could not be recreated by the greatest of artists- I knew I was bound to him by something bigger than myself."

Faith.

The word lingered longer than the memory, echoing within the confines of my mind. I remembered something about a book. Red, with a cover written in white. It was my favorite because it wasn't printed like most books were at the time, it was written by hand and so beautifully too. With hearts over each 'I', and drawings after each chapter, telling a story that could not be found by reading.

I had spend years over which I read and re-read each chapter carefully, feeling like I found something new with every word. Like, every time I put it down, the author would sneak in and add another twist to throw me off.

In actuality, while some may see it that way, the wonder of this book was not in the big twists and dramatic outbursts of it's main characters. It was in the small, seemingly meaningless corners of each page. For example: There, between the betrayal of a loved one and the death of a father, laid the unassuming cottage where the boy with the chipped tooth lived.

He said two lines, exactly. About how selling the fruit of love, though very popular, is bad business as it only falls in the summer and only grows if loved enough to produce the hormone itself.

Two lines, 1012 pages. Yet it wouldn't leave my mind. I couldn't forget how Ezran had found one among the small basket of gifts Rose had brought to his bedside while he slept. And how the juice ran down his chin as he looked upon the snow outside, wondering if they had always tasted this sweet.

There is something so quietly exhilarating about the little details of a story. Like a secret the author shared with you, only. With the one person who noticed, who loved enough to find their hidden intentions. Oh, how I wished to meet this author and tell them how much I loved, and will keep loving.

But the great seldom value credit, and as such, there is no indication of who the author even is, or was. The only thing I knew about them, I knew through their characters. It's strange how that has made me feel like I know them so deeply, when I don't even know their name. Shouldn't personal information seem unimportant if you are offered a glimpse into someone's soul?

Staring upon everything and nothing, I am faced with the same conundrum. My name, my age, my body, these were all parts of a big unknown. And yet I felt at peace with myself, like I knew who I was for the very first time.

I have always found it difficult to describe my feelings. I know this because I remember trying to start a diary, an attempt at making myself into poetry. I imagined burying it under a big tree and thought about someone digging it up, sitting down and reading all about me. The Conundrum Of Denielle. I imagined someone loving me so that they would find all the little ways people have loved me before but that I missed and put them on the page like footnotes.

But dissapointment set in quickly when writing only left me with bullet points, with no hearts atop my 'I's and no art, as I already felt pride in being able to put pen to paper. There was no nuance to my life, even when I wouldn't curse it boring. In the hands of the unskilled it seemed, not even the falling of the sky could make a compelling story.

I suppose I know my name now at least. Denielle. It's not one of those names that roll of the tounge, rather, it stops it in it's tracks. Den-ielle. I don't know why my parents chose it to be mine, given they were in opposition to the church and what it represents, but I do know that mother said there is a moment you just know.

I'm not sure how motherly instincts tie in with the choosing of one's name, but as I do not wish to make that experience myself, I may have to trust her by her words.

There are many things I don't understand, including the situation I now find myself in. But once again, I feel compelled to let it play out freely, trusting there will be a natural solution. I've been told I should be more assertive. But peace does not respond well to fighting, so I prefer the calm.

I call out and hear my words come back to me in a whisper.

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Hello!! Yes so I have completely fallen in love with Wil and the whole Shannara series. I am shocked by the lack of fanfic on ao3/ff.net, especially regarding Wil in particular. There’s just so much material there imo. I am not fond of reader x character fics or smut, but I love backstory, h/c, soft fics, and character development fics. If these are not anything you write, I totally understand!! I just wanted to put in a request for anything along those lines, for what it’s worth :) Wil is just so sweet and caring, and he has so much courage! I love him. Thanks for your offer to take requests and for taking the time to read this!

Hello darling, and thank you for your message! 💜

I thought I’d start off with your request just to metaphorically test the waters with writing for our beloved Wil.

Everyone, please bear in mind i saw both seasons of Shannara and am currently re-watching season 1, but since it’s a very complex world, forgive me if I still mess up a few details, write something non-canon, or mix up some canon facts.

Anyway, here are a few random HC’s for our favorite half elf….

WIL OHMSFORD HCS

He grew up mostly with his mother. He still worshipped his father like a hero, but we all know what a complicated character he was. And since Wil had no idea about his family’s history, when he was little he started thinking his father wasn’t around much / started drinking / got into trouble because he didn’t fully enjoy or want his family life. It hurt him to think that, but he still tried to make the best of the few precious moments he shared with his dad.

Because of his upbringing, Wil started to rely almost entirely on his mother. They had a very profound emotional bond, and we know her death left a scar in his heart that never really healed.

Also thanks to his mother, Wil learned to respect and admire women, especially those with a strong spirit and a loving heart.

He has a very deep sense of protection towards the women he loves, but he also craves the motherly attention and love that was so brutally ripped away from him.

He’s not as naive as he might seem - think of him at the beginning of Season 1. He just wants to search for the best in even the worst situation and he tries to see the good in everyone. He’s actually extremely anxious and afraid of what he doesn’t know, so he also tries to encourage himself by keeping an open mind and heart towards the world.

He was quite lonely growing up because being a half elf meant that a lot of the other children weren’t very nice or welcoming to him. He got called names and made fun of, especially for his ears, which he became extremely self conscious about. But back then he was always too gentle to react or lash out, so he’d usually end up isolating himself instead of picking up a fight. He’d wander around exploring the little forest surrounding Shady Vale, or go visit his uncle, or stop by to watch the Healers work in their village quarters. He never really held a grudge towards the kids that were mean to him, but sometimes he did wish he had a friend he could talk to.

He felt safe and at home in Shady Vale, but he secretly longed to leave it behind and go explore the world. He never allowed himself to fully embrace that pull towards the unknown…. Until he was forced to, by the events we all know.

He is very empathic and often gets overwhelmed by his own emotions. This is why sometimes he’ll be too impulsive or make a ‘dumb’ decision. He hates himself when he messes things up, especially if someone else gets hurt (emotionally or otherwise) because of it.

He doesn’t want to admit it but since the first moment Allannon first revealed the story of his father, the Elfstones and his destiny, Wil started feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted from his chest. Sure, he was terrified and confused, but suddenly so many things about his life made sense to him, and feeling as though he had a higher purpose actually started bringing out his most authentic self.

This also meant bringing out his courage. Wil has actually been brave his entire life, but he always assumed that just meant doing the right thing and caring about the people he loves. The quest for Safehold finally allows him to discover just how brave and daring he can actually be.

On the downside, he can be quite moody and difficult to deal with when he’s in a bad mood. There’s a lot of unresolved anger and frustration buried deep inside him. The dark side of learning how to use the Elfstones meant having those feelings start to surface from time to time. It won’t happen often, but sometimes he’ll lash out unexpectedly, breaking something or taking his anger out using his sword against some unanimated object.

His tendency to isolate is another one of his flaws. As much as he craves love and affection, he’s also extremely sensitive to whatever might make him feel unwanted or rejected. He’ll quite literally disappear from everyone if that happens until the feeling fades away.

His favorite season is autumn. He loves the colours of the leaves and the crisp air, not to mention spending the chilly evenings outside by a campfire or looking at the stars.

He’s loyal to the core. Once he knows he can trust you, he will always have your back and defend you with his life.

A FEW ROMANTIC HC’s 💜

feel free to skip them if they’re not your cup of tea….

First things first, because I feel this needs to be said: he’s an amazing kisser. You can’t fool me, those lips were made to kiss and he knows it very well.

That’s also why he really, really loves giving kisses. It’s one of his favorite gestures of intimacy, whether it be passionate kisses that take your breath away or little loving kisses all across your face.

He is extremely touch-starved. That’s obviously because he had to learn to live with loneliness at such a young age. He’s very shy at first, but once he starts feeling more comfortable around someone he’ll grow close to them very quickly and likes to express that with physical touch. After all he probably wouldn’t have wanted to be a Healer if touch didn’t resonate with him as his primary love language, right?

Speaking of that, he loves hugging the people he cares about. But he also wants to be held and reassured, especially when he’s feeling particularly alone. Sometimes falling asleep in his partner’s arms is the only way for him to finally relax and let his guard down.

He falls in love very easily, but his emotions are also quite fleeting and sometimes very intense to deal with.

His sex drive isn’t insanely high, but once he starts having feelings for someone he’ll crave being intimate with them even if it just means falling asleep with his arms around them, or holding hands while taking a walk, or spending time cuddling in peace while watching the sunset.

He’s a romantic at heart, even though he can be quite awkward at first. He loves giving little presents, courting, and genuinely giving his attention and time to someone he cares about.

He always dreamed of getting married young and have a family of his own, probably to subconsciously heal the family wounds he holds in his heart.

His loyalty shows in his romantic relationships as well: although his emotions can sometimes be all over the place, once he choses a partner for good, there is nobody else in the world for him.

He believes in soulmates.

He is extremely protective, sometimes becoming slightly too aggressive if he senses anyone or anything might be a threat or even a slight annoyance to his partner.

Ironically enough, his weakness is - yup, you guessed it - his ears. Kisses, nips and little bites will immediately make his knees go weak and his restraints vanish into thin air.

Remember how I said he’s initially shy and awkward? Yeah, that all goes out the window once he knows he can trust you as his partner and starts having feelings for you. He might not have the highest sex drive, but when he does get in the mood…. You’re always in for a very, very long and ecstatic night… A lover boy, indeed!

Hope you enjoyed these! 💋

#my writing #wil ohmsford #shannara #the shannara chronicles #wil ohmsford hc #wil ohmsford imagines #wil ohmsford x reader #austin butler #austin butler x reader

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monstersinthecosmos · 8 months

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I am sooo happy I sent that ask!! Your reply was everything I could have wished for and more. I didn’t know anything about the VC universe (I did see the movie adaptation as a kid, but all I could remember were the ~vibes), and now I might actually want to check out the books. I mean I can’t believe how much of it is canon LOL, traumatized kinky asexual vampires wtf? sign me up??? Which book(s) of the series would you recommend to me? :o

In the meantime, I will DEFINITELY be giving your VC fics a try, thank you so much for the pointers!!! I’m already weak just reading your reply, esp. that parallel of post-disaster Armand and Marius being kind of like an AU where Shiro *does* give up on Keith - that actually broke me. A lot of what I love about your fics is how you characterize Keith so realistically and in a way that’s meaningfully informed by his upbringing/subsequent abandonment issues and that’s a thrill to read because, well, it’s just good writing - but also because it makes so much sense, not just abstractly but in a very real and personal way. And while the ~relatability~ of it all makes for a super intense reading experience, it can also be weirdly and sometimes incredibly cathartic imo - which is one of the reasons why I think I keep revisiting your fics (sorry if tmi LOL 😭). But!! In the case of Sheith it more or less all works out in the end because, like you said, it’s such a wholesome ship and they love and prioritize each other so much that (as a reader) they’re kinda like a safe space, delectably complete with all the angst and hurt and fuckedupness of their circumstances/selves (you know, for flavor). However, thinking about a timeline where it does NOT all more or less work out, well that’s kinda super heartwrenching! But yummy? And I kinda can’t wait to get into it but I’m also genuinely scared for my heart LMAO. Anyway I’m sorry for rambling!!! With your permission I will definitely come back and scream about Sheith and vampires because I sorta already am lol.

Re: the teaser xmgdknfnrmsmgdk I can’t even gather enough brain cells to form coherent sentences, I’m just squealing and awaiting my resurrection I guess. Thank you sooo so so much! I got so excited I haven’t even been able to finish reading it 🫣😳😵😵😵

!!!!! Thank you again for such a thoughtful and delicious response! <3

Dgahskjdl g GOSH THANK YOU AGAIN

So this post got really long I’m so sorry asdghkads TLDR: I recommend all of them but I also don’t LMAO and you can skip around and won’t be confused but it will spoil stuff. This is a LOADED QUESTION.

It’s wild like I was thinking about the fic i could stop dreaming and also just in general AGAIN IF WE CAN TALK ABOUT COMMON SHEITH TROPES/FANON like I’ve read many S8 fix-its where Keith is drifting around and he’s just like so cold and broken and empty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that’s how Armand feels to me! Even a fic like heart nailed open where Keith is just so fucking empty! Or SOURCE DECAY??????? Like I think there’s tons of Sheith AUs or S8 fics where Keith is like Depressed Guy Keith and !!!!!! God it fucks me up lol. Armand is kinda like if Depressed Guy Keith was also like a 500 year old fucking weirdo.

And like BECAUSE they’re vampires and they’re immortal they’re sort of always coming in and out of each other’s lives so like there’s always a hypothetical future where they can work it out. Like i could stop dreaming is about them working it out, right? And what it would take to heal that injury. And there’s a lot of stuff in canon where these characters commit absolute fucking atrocities to each other and still manage to work it out and I think it’s again just an exercise in empathy and asking if we can still deserve love when we’ve fucked up. The characters have CENTURIES to get over stuff (and some of them STILL DON’T LOL) but sometimes they do. Famously & without spoiling too much of IWTV, Armand does something pretty fucking atrocious to Louis and they still have a long relationship and still love each other very much!!!

But ON THE QUESTION OF WHICH BOOKS, jfc hold my beer

I think in Sheith you see people like almost universally dismiss S8; the only fics I ever see of it really are like just gratuitous whump or fix-its LOL which is valid. And VC has FIFTEEN FUCKING BOOKS and you could honestly ask ANY fan in VC which books “count” and which books are skippable and I think everyone has a different answer.

I also think you can read them out of order and there’s always a little bit of exposition to catch you up so you won’t be lost; the only downside is that you’ll get spoiled on the previous book. For example, if you jumped in and read Armand’s book first, it would make sense, but it would spoil what happened at the end of the book before it.

Also to get the movies & show out of the way because it’s faster than committing to fifteen books:

The 1994 movie is a pretty solid adaptation; you can tell they condensed some details for time or whatever but it’s pretty faithful. There’s also the show that came out last year which is …………….. not so faithful lol. The show also heavily focuses on Lestat & Louis which is the juggernaut ship of the fandom but they’re also like the missionary position of the fandom so who the fuck cares lol. (Loustat fans lurking in this extremely niche post I am so sorry, I'm kidding ilu LMAO it's just not my thing!) And tbh the show wrote Armand & Daniel’s characters SO POORLY it like absolutely killed any motivation I had to continue watching so as an Armand stan I can’t really recommend it but it’s kinda like silly and fun if you don’t take it too seriously. And tbh if this entire fact finding mission is to understand VC more, the show literally changes EVERYTHING; it changes the time period, it changes the lore, it changes the story, it changes the character ages, etc. Basically it just kept the names lol. It's a completely different canon so I think even show fics & book fics aren't compatible either.

There’s also a movie of Queen of the Damned from 2002 which is like SO BAD LMAO but also silly fun. It’s a really bad adaptation but I’d put it in between the movie and the show. Marius is in it and the characterization is really strange LMAO. Armand is an extra.

The thing about VC is that it’s very sort of like non-linear and nontraditional storytelling. Most of the books are narrated by Lestat but several of them are narrated by random other people, and a lot of times the same story is retold through other people’s POVs. Like you get the story about Marius & Armand in three different books and each version is a little different because everyone has a different perspective. And regarding reading out of order and having spoilers, I do think it often creates like a suspense vs surprise element because we circle back and revisit the same stories so many times; you might get a spoiler and read a book knowing that a certain thing is going to happen and there’s still the tension of waiting for it to happen haha. Like when I mentioned the cult raids Marius’s house—you learn about that in Book 2 so you read Armand’s book later going into detail about his life and you’re just SWEATING because you know it’s coming. AND THEN YOU READ ABOUT IT IN MARIUS'S BOOK AND YOU'RE JUST DEVASTATED ONCE MORE.

I will say that for me I always recommend just fucking read them lol. Just read all of them. LOL!! But they’re weird and like, you’re gonna hate some of them, but I don’t think you can take someone’s word for it on Tumblr, it must be experienced. But I do understand that it’s a lot of material to get through and so I can give a fair cheat guide I think.

Most fans agree that the first three books (“The Trilogy”!) are solid and worth reading. Those are Interview with the Vampire, The Vampire Lestat, and The Queen of the Damned. IWTV is like this gloomy gothic tome about Louis’s life that started this whole thing and was written as a conversation about grief because Anne Rice’s daughter had died. It absolutely reads like a book someone writes about their daughter dying and it’s REALLY beautiful but it’s also a bit dense at times. If you’re put off by the vibe IT GETS EASIER when Lestat shows up because he literally bursts into the series like Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way ready to like tell you how blonde he is and how he’s gonna fuck everyone’s lives up. The books are still very heavy on existential questions and angst and grief but the text gets a bit lighter and super absurd LOL.

The first three also establish the universe and lore, though, so I think it would give you a pretty solid foundation to understand that type of stuff.

After the trilogy the books just go off the rails like there’s a few about Lestat having stupid adventures and doing dumb shit, there’s a few that cross over with Anne Rice’s witch series (so add three more book so if you truly wanted to read all of them!), then Anne Rice went back to the church and stopped writing vampires so there’s a huge gap, and then she quit the church again and returned LMAO. There’s a final trilogy she wrote before she died that are like, not the heaviest reading and they’re just kinda like silly good times with lots of Easter eggs and fan service. I feel good about the final trilogy being how it ended, just really silly times about them trying to use iPhones and shit, completely wild.

As far as ARMAND CONTENT THOUGH.

Armand does feature heavily in the trilogy so that’s also a good Armand foundation. And it’s REALLY FUN because he shows up in IWTV as sort of a chill mentor to Louis, but then in TVL you get the story about how Lestat met him when he was still in the cult and he was a feral little monster!!! And I love the duality of how Lestat and Louis describe him!!! It’s framed as unreliable narration a lot of the time because like Lestat’s resentment & Louis’s respect for Armand absolutely color the way they describe him, but idk like 100 years go by in between the two meetings so you also see a lot of character growth and see how Armand is doing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! God. My heart.

Anne Rice also very often uses like texts inside texts so like, IWTV literally is an interview with a vampire where the bulk of the book is in quotes as dialogue LOL and then in other books you often meet a character who will talk for like 40 pages at a time to tell a story. So in TVL when Lestat meets Armand, Armand takes over for a chapter and tells the story of his life, and then later he meets Marius and Marius ALSO tells the story of his life.

QOTD is a modern story (modern in the 1980s when it was written haha) about how the whole vampire world has to deal with Lestat’s bullshit and they all come together for a common cause. This book features the little novelette about Armand & Daniel as one of the chapters!! It’s so good!! (The chapter is called The Devil's Minion and basically if you needed to understand Armand & Daniel you could just read that one chapter and that's basically it bc then it goes to shit!!! Not to spoil anything but also don't get your hopes up about like heaps and heaps of ship content because there isn't any lmfao fml)

It also features Marius and Armand reuniting with each other after 500 years!!!!!!!! HEARTBREAKING! It’s really good and very preposterous but the writing is so lush and takes itself so seriously you kinda forget that it’s preposterous.

Armand has a POV book later in the series, it’s called The Vampire Armand, it details his life as a human and some of his early years as a vampire with Marius. IT’S SORT OF LIKE A LONG EXTENDED VERSION OF HIS CHAPTER IN TVL.

I do want to say that regarding the BDSM and whatnot that I mentioned; this book is quite controversial because there’s not good BDSM etiquette LOL and like part of the genius of this book is that it can be read as abuse, even when Armand isn’t setting out to tell you the story of how he was abused. I have a lot of thoughts about this because Anne Rice was also an erotica writer and her erotica books were all noncon BDSM; I WROTE ABOUT IT HERE I DON’T WANT TO GET INTO IT NOW but I think depending how people go into this book they either see the kink & sex stuff as explicit abuse OR you can read it as like, fantasy from a porn writer. As a Sheith fan I’m going to assume you’re not that sensitive lol. (But also por que no los dos, that's the flavor baby!)

Personally I think you could read this book as a standalone and like, it’ll be a little whacky without context, but I think I’ve given you a lot of context. It’s basically about his sad sad life, the religious trauma, and all the freaky sex he had. (Also just so you’re not disappointed, the sex isn’t graphic haha but he’ll be like “And then I went to the brothel and they licked honey off my nipples and I came home and Marius sucked my dick in the bathtub” but not like crazy sex scenes.)

Marius also has a POV book called Blood & Gold and it’s my favorite in the series!! IT’S MARIUS’S LONG EXTENDED VERSION OF HIS TVL CHAPTER. I think it’s the one that handles IMMORTALITY the best; the other books often focus on a short period of time or a specific incident and don’t often span someone’s ENTIRE life. IWTV spans Louis’s entire life but he’s only like 200 years old. Marius is 2,000!!!! He’s from the Roman Empire!! So like it’s really exciting to me to read about his whole life and all the eras he lived through!!!!!!!!!!!!

In his book you also get a few chapters about his time with Armand and it breaks my heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There’s also a third secret option which is the book Pandora which isn’t part of the main series; VC is like actually 13 books and 2 side books? LOL So Pandora is one of the side books. But she was the first vampire that Marius made and they were lovers for like 200 years. This book to me feels like Anne Rice had a lot of leftover historical research and wanted to park it somewhere so a lot of the text is her talking about history stuff but there’s really great Marius content here and Marius/Pandora is one of my fav ships.

A lot of the fandom are more into the original trilogy and the Lestat/Louis content but I’m all about Marius so I’m into the DARK TRIAD of The Vampire Armand/Blood & Gold/Pandora. This to me is the more interesting section of the series but it’s an unpopular opinion so don’t take my word for it.

Other than that I’d also say Memnoch the Devil is my absolute least favorite VC, I think it’s so weird and boring lol but there’s some absolutely incredible Armand stuff in it and the stuff Armand does in this will be spoiled immediately if you check out Pandora or TVA. All in all it’s like idk 10 fucking pages of Armand LOL so if you got an ebook you could probably word search him. BUT YKNOW WHAT? Again don’t take someone’s word for it from Tumblr because like I find this book very weird and boring because it’s the most religious and I was raised atheist; there are people who were raised religious and say this one is their favorite. So what the fuck do I know!

Marius & Armand & Daniel are all in the final trilogy as well if you make it that far. Daniel is sort of always shuffled to the side because Anne Rice didn't care about him so like every time Daniel shows up I like feast on the breadcrumbs LOL but I'm glad to get some context about how he's doing and what's going on with his life.

ANYWYA I’M NOT SURE IF THIS ANSWERS THE QUESTION OR MAKES IT MORE CONFUSING LOL but ! ?!

They’re very weird books, they’re also kinda outdated and racist, but very queer, beautiful prose, incredible characters. They were my first hyperfixation that I can never seem to shake even when I’ve done all the work to dismantle all the ways they’re problematic and imperfect, it’s just yknow sometimes something gets its claws in you LOL. And I go out and explore other fandoms and still always come back to Marius and Armand and Daniel lol. I say that to say I wouldn’t be offended if you didn’t like them LOL but don’t judge me if you give it a shot and you’re like “what the fuck is this”

I just think Armand is like the most incredible character of all time okay!

SORRY FOR THIS VERY LONG REPLY LOL love you, patience yields focus!

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Been thinking of this for a while and I'm not sure if someone else had similar thoughts/experiences but in the self aware AU, do you think characters would actually try and "follow" the player across different versions/accounts of the game on their phone? I'm a engstars and basic player and in my engstars account I managed to get Chiaki's A to Z card! Fast forward and in basic I managed to roll the exact same card 😭 I adore Chiaki, so I was super happy, but it was for sure quite the coincidence. Something similar happened with Natsume. I was trying out other versions and without fail I would end up with at least one 5 star Natsume card from the gacha. I'm a huge NatsumeP so I'd never complain about that though.

Makes me wonder if, for the players who have multiple versions/accounts of enstars, the characters would be aware of this and try to follow the player to every active account you have in order to get closer to you and make you happy. I mean, who wouldn't be overjoyed about having their favorite character across different accounts? Plus, it means more no other characters even have a chance to steal your attention if the player actively plays multiple versions. But I imagine if this didn't happen they'd be pretty upset. Would it become a competition between your main and side accounts? Would your side accounts try extra hard to make you want to switch over? Maybe a particularly bad roll on a banner you really wanted for the main account makes you contemplate switching to a side account, making certain boys particularly happy. What would happen if you suddenly stopped playing one of the versions/accounts? I have way too many thoughts about this, sorry if I'm rambling ^~^ I adore this AU and your writing so much, and look forward to your new posts! Also wanna appreciate the people who send in these super creative asks too, y'all are awesome as well ♡

Thank you for continuing to read this AU ^^ Funnily enough something similar to that has happened to me before! I play enstars music jp and en and a tiny amount of basic on the side. Natsume keeps coming home to me on both my jp and basic account. His initial appeared completely off-banner and I also got his two other gacha 5 stars. Also managed to get two copies of the eccentric Natsume 5-star on basic in a single ten pull ( which also happened to be my first one on the banner). I feel like he might love me a little too much sdfn sf

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Can the characters follow you across different versions or accounts?

This is a pretty unique thought actually! The only kind of related thing I´ve written to this is the ask where the characters panic when the player chucks their phone across the room because they got angry at the game. There they get afraid that you might break your phone and lose them. So I think that at least at first, they wouldn´t think that they could follow you across different accounts or versions of the game.

Personally, I like to think that it´s not enstars in general that became self-aware but only the version you´re playing on your phone itself. When you download the game they wouldn´t know about their predicament and only gradually figure out what is going on.

So when you first download the game on a different device or use a different version from the one you´re usually playing, the game and the characters would act completely natural at first. It´s like the story started anew and all their thoughts and memories are gone for a bit. They aren´t self-aware from the very start but they slowly start to regain their sentience as you keep playing. For some reason, there´s this strange feeling that they´ve met you before and that there´s something important they have forgotten about. They start to recognize you as their beloved player and then it´s like you were never separated. They become self-aware once more but they also realize that this isn´t the same game as the one they knew about. You don´t have the same cards and your office looks different too!

Once they realize what kind of situation they are in, they´re quick to move. Your favorites will try their absolute best to make you pull their cards again so they can be with you on all of your accounts and won´t be restricted to only your first one. It wouldn´t do if you couldn´t use them properly on this account, it may as well be completely useless then. They won´t allow anyone else to steal away your attention, you´ve always liked them the most!

But of course, the other characters see this fresh start as a chance for them to steal the spotlight and make you look at them for once. It´s a new account so there are a lot more dias still available from reading stories and grinding than with your main account, meaning there are still more chances for them to get to you. They´ve had the short end of the stick for way too long, this time they´ll make sure that you´ll pull their cards. Even if you would have preferred someone else, you´ll still want to use this shiny new 5-star of them on their time, right? I mean it´s not like you have many options on this new account.

With time, the characters getting more attention on your side account would absolutely hope that one day you´ll make this your new main account so they can be with you even more often. Of course, at this point, your favorites on your main account are getting anxious, praying that you won´t switch accounts, or worst of all, even delete your main account. Maybe they weren´t as successful on your new account and so they´re super scared that they might lose their spot as your favorite one day

It´s a fierce battle for your love and attention between your main and side accounts!

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Ok you all…I thought this would be fun to write! I hope you all enjoy it! The character Gloria belongs to @twyz (a small lil gift for them) NOW! Let’s get into it! (FAN FROM THE FUTURE HERE!!! I KNOW CRAZY RIGHT!? LITTLE SIDE NOTE! This was just for fun and isn't cannon on twyz's AU. That's entirely up to them....and I may rewrite this in the future because like...with my writing I keep re-reading it till I hate it and wanna just....REDO THE ENTIRE THING)

Charles Lee Loman Ray Reinhardt, or known throughout Jersey as Charles Lee Ray, or more commonly known as Chucky. Had in the present day been in the comfort of his own home, sipping coffee out of his World's Best Dad mug. Nothing fancy, just the usual black coffee to start the mornings. Several years had passed since his rise to absolute infamy back in the 80’s and 90’s and now he’d settled down, had kids, a loving wife and wolf-dog mix. Life couldn’t be better. And if he was being honest he preferred it to the constant aliases and nights on the run. Those were the good ol’ days. Practically a different life. Back then he couldn’t have imagined him being able to live such a peaceful life, but now, he couldn’t wish for anything else. His kids were growing up, Glen and Glenda already looking at colleges with their mom. Even thinking about it made him realize how fast time had flown by. And his younger children weren’t so little anymore, 15 year old Gloria and 12 year old Chelsea. Both their own brands of nutty. In a good way of course. Those two practically inseparable, like twins growing up. Both figuring their lives out, Gloria with school and after school activities, with that being all he knew. Her now being 15 meant he wasn’t informed of all the school gossip and whatnot. And even catching her sneaking out of school to his dismay. And Chelsea? Thankfully to his relief she wasn’t all on her own yet. She still informed her parents of when went on in school, who her friends were and who she liked.

Apparently she was rather fond of this boy in her class called Enzo. Chucky didn’t know all too much about him, but was already overly protective of his youngest and now knowing she had feelings for a boy only intensified the already strong feeling. He still was skeptical of them keeping certain things from him…but he was in no position to argue, since he too kept many secrets from his girls. Like the fact he was a serial killer. Tiffany made him take a break from the hobby shortly after Gloria was born, and he really didn’t mind. Since their kids at that point had A LOT of work, and his family was his top priority. Occasionally he’d have a slip as Tiffany called it but was able to stay sane for the most part. And respecting Tiffany’s wishes he refrained from telling his daughter about his illegal frowned-upon hobby. When Chelsea was born his slips nearly stopped entirely. Four children? That required all of his attention. There was no possible way for him to remain a functioning member of society, if he continued his sinister activity. Plus, there was also the fact he was no longer a doll now being fused with a human being. Meaning he could now age …be injured severely…or worse. He already walked with a cane at times he didn’t want to push his thinning luck.

The redhead sighed combing his vermilion locks backward, running his hand through his hair. He set two plates with breakfast down, containing eggs, bacon, and pancakes. He left Gloria a small plate with peeled grapes, since she personally enjoys them, while he however hates the texture. He doesn’t know how that kid’s able to stomach it. For his youngest he made sure to separate everything making sure nothing touched, so Chelsea would eat it. He made sure to remove the pulp of the orange juice SPECIFICALLY for his youngest, since he knew if he didn’t she would never drink it. At this point he never even bothers questioning their eating habits, and just let’s eat whatever they want. If they eat something then he’s happy.

“Morning Dad”

“Morning Kids”

Gloria raised a brow confused, noticing the three empty seats.

“Where is Mom, Glen, and Glenda”

Chucky took a moment to chew his food thoroughly before responding, the last time he didn’t he nearly choked.

“Your Ma went to go check out colleges with the twins, they’ll be back next week”

“A WHOLE WEEK?”

The oldest of the Rays gave a nod, taking another bite from his pancake. Getting maple syrup in his growing bread, that Tiffany had begged him to shave off. Saying it made him look like a hermit. The only one who didn't constantly annoy him about his facial hair was Chelsea. However he suspected she’d thrown a few insults about it behind his back. He kept it out of pure spite, and likes pissing his family off about it.

“Yep, a whole ass week. So, what do you two want to do while they’re gone? I thought we could do something since you guys are off for a few weeks”

“Sorry Dad I got plans, maybe another time?”

“Yeah…same I actually have a project for my break…and that A sure ain’t gonna earn itself! But…Maybe later?”

Chucky sighed, but nodded understandingly he remembered when this started happening with the twins, as they began to mature and have their own lives, outside of the house. The baby birds have to leave some time…right?

“Yeah okay maybe later”

Chucky took another bite from his pancake, keeping eye contact with the ground occasionally glancing up at his kids.

After breakfast the two did like they usually did, and went to their rooms only coming down when they wanted something…and that something being food. Chucky looked down at the family dog Beau who too had a few strands of gray in his hair.

“Guess it’s you and me again Beau”

The dog just gave a slow blink and rolled over onto his back exposing his belly wanting to be pet by Chucky. The vermillion head smirked, and gave the dog a few pats, slightly chuckling at Beau’s little tongue sticking out, clearly enjoying the attention. Chucky spent his day just looking at family photos, one in particular that had caught his eye. Somewhere in the summer months he assumed June, where the whole family was smiling for a family photo on the beach. Each member dynamically poses. Chucky carrying Tiffany, with a large mischievous smile spread across his face, Tiffany laughing her head off, Glenda holding a large crab and Glen simply staring in horror, and Gloria and Chelsea making sandcastles, decorating them with seashells, and Beau digging a large hole in the sand. That was quite some time ago now thinking about it. Now those were truly the good ol days.

…

Chelsea was in the attic of the house, gathering some information about her family, for her project for school. She nearly had everything except the information regarding her dad. He never talked about his past, or line of work, whenever she brought it up, he’d always fall silent. It was odd. What did he have to hide? Her dad just seemed like a normal guy, just the average Joe. Nothing that she couldn’t handle. She remembered back when she bothered to ask him.

“Hey Dad? Where do you work?”

“......Munchkin I told ya I’m a hunter”

“So you sell the animal meat to butchers then?”

“Sure”

“Ok, where does our red hair originate from?”

“....You think I know? Probably your great grandfather”

The answers were never straight. Some things never added up. She even tried asking the twins about their dads past only to get similar responses. Then she tried her mom's exact responses. Only Gloria seemed to be telling the truth. As if they had both been left out of the loop. She had dug through various boxes, and walked face first into cobwebs. Which was a pleasant experience. She found nothing that had sparked interests. She sure however got a scare from the vast amount of blades she found.

“Guess those are his hunting blades, at least that story adds up…come on there’s gotta be something”

She stumbled upon various journals, all dusty, and worn from act. She carefully opened one of the books, and read the writing. Her fathers writing.

“Another day in hell, still looking for this son of a bitch. He’s grown from the last time I saw him. I lost him the other day… This mother fucker doesn’t wanna be found…but I’ll find em I always do. And when I find him, he’s as good as dead….and I’ll mount his damn head on a wall -CR”

“What the hell’s he talking about? Is he stalking a moose or something?”

The young red scrunched her nose, raising a brow now more curious than she was before. Before she could search further into the journal she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand, hearing the crack of a floor board. Someone was here.

“What are ya doing?”

“OH! It’s just you, I was looking in some of Dad’s journals”

“Oh cool, find anything?”

“That dad’s a weird writer, and that he was hunting something”

“Hunting what?”

“Don’t know”

“Letme see”

Gloria pulled a bit on the journal, her curiosity now spiked.

“What are you two up too?”

The two reds jump startled, their dad always had a habit of sneaking up on them, without even being heard.

“Just looking through some of your old journals”

“Oh really? What did you find…”

Before Chelsea answered she noticed a change in her dad’s expression; it was much more serious and focused.

“Nothing…just that you were talking about a hunt”

She found it rather odd and the relief that hit his face, watching the tension immediately dissipate. What was he hiding?

“Oh ok…come on let’s get outta here it’s dusty as hell, got my damn allergies acting up”

The two girls gave an odd glance to each other as they walked out of the attic, making sure not to trip on the slanted step. The two trailed off to their rooms, quietly shutting their doors, once again, leaving their father to his lonesome. Chelsea entered her periwinkle-colored room, she begged her parents to let her paint it and with some luck they let her. Her dad with the help of Gloria painted a mural of a mythical scene. With a dragon flying along the wall that guarded the fantasy castle and to tie it all together the beautiful stars in the sky painted right above her. Better than anything she could have asked for. She smiled, putting on some headphones and immersing herself into the realm of music. Feeling each melodic beat take her away to another realm. Allowing the young red to zone out thinking further into what she had seen in the attic. She grinned un-crumpling a newspaper she managed to snag before her dad caught her snooping through remnants of the past. It was an article, the news headline reading

LAKESHORE STRANGLER GUNNED DOWN AT LOCAL TOY STORY

Below the head line showing a photo of who the man was and a quick brief on what went down that very night.

“Yeesh hate to be that guy”

The young red pulled out her sliver laptop from her desk and researched further into the crime scene. Apparently it had never been solved. With several loose ends never quite adding up.

“Damn it”

She found the striking similarity to her fathers name to the man in the photo rather humorous. Charles Lee Ray and Her father Charles Lee Loman Ray Reinhardt. Almost too similar. She quickly shook the thought from her head, that was impossible. The man in the photo was dead. Her dad was perfectly alive and well, plus they didn’t even have the same hair color, for even the same build. The man in the photo had long brown hair, extending all the way down to his shoulders and possibly mid-back. Her dad’s hair never reached such a length…due to her mom cutting it every month. To keep it tame. They didn’t even share the same build, Ray was long and wiry, her dad was in shape, keeping a strong build. Plus the faint scaring along his face, that she assumed he received over the years from his hunting trips. He sure does have a lot of them. She didn’t even know if they possessed the same eye color the man was dead in the photo, his eyes shut.

“Hey Chelsea”

“OH! Hey Gloria!”

“Whatcha doing?”

“Research on this serial killer from the 80’s”

“Cool, wait ok….I might sound crazy but he kinda looks like Billy Bibbit from that one movie Cuckoo’s Nest or something ”

“OH yea I know whatcha mean, ya mean the movie One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”

“Yeah that one”

“Now looking at it he kinda does”

“Why the hell does dad even have a photo of a damn serial killer?”

"I don't know hobby of looking into this stuff?"

“Why does Dad have a what now?”

“DAD”

“DAD! We talked about the knocking!”

“Shit my bad”

Chucky squinted his eyes, and stepped back sarcastically knocking twice on his youngest’s door before letting himself in again.

“Now what the hell did you say?”

Instead of lying straight to his face she wanted real answers. She held up the photo making sure he could see it.

“Why do you have this?”

“WHERE DID YOU GET THAT”

Before the man could snatch it from his daughter's grasp she yanked it back towards her, crossing her arms. With Gloria by her side equally confused and curious about the importance of the torn newspaper.

“Why do you have this Dad” The young red spoke once more making sure to add emphasis to each word she spoke.

“Yeah why do you have even have this”

“...I–”

Charles readjusted his glasses, pushing them up to the bridge of his nose, only for them to fall back down again. Now a bit irritated by the mild inconvenience, he lifted his specs up once more, rubbing the bridge with his thumb and index to force the sweat away.

“Well….I’ll tell you when your older”

“DAD SERIOUSLY”

“Why do you even have this?”

Chucky could only look at his daughters, where could he even begin…plus he felt he should be having this conversation with them with his wife.

Before he could open his mouth to speak he was cut short by the door bell.

“You know…forget it….I’ll get the damn door”

The youngest of the Rays had been her way down the stairs, nearly falling due to the coat of her suit getting caught on the stair railing. Something that happened in the daily, which typically resulted in her silently cursing to herself. She took a peek out the peephole, noticing two figures standing, their posture upright, and rather formal.

“Who the hell are these bozos”

“Woah Jesus where did you come from?”

“Been here the whole time”

“And I don’t know, maybe some of dads friends?”

“Dad doesn’t have friends and our uncles are out of town”

“Then I got no clue”

The two just stared at the two figures curiously. Wondering why exactly they were here? And what did they want, and who were they? So many unanswered questions.

“DAD? Do you know who these guys are?”

“HUH? Who?”

Chuck raised a skeptical brow and came trotting down stairs, and took a peak. Immediately freezing at the sight of the two people outside.

“Shit shit shit”

“Dad?”

They both were caught off guard on how serious he looked with a hint of fear contorted into his face.

“Both of you go upstairs, grab what you need shove it into a backpack, and head out the back door quickly”

“Why?”

“Just go, Now move your asses”

The two sisters just looked at each other equally confused, but obeyed trotting up the stairs, and stuffing their packs. Both of them were still clueless, not knowing how much to pack, so they only stuffed what felt practical and what could be of use, to extra socks, shirts and pants. To Chelsea’s dismay she refrained from packing suits, however that didn’t stop the young red from sneaking a few bandanas in, which later would be tied into ascots. Gloria packed her headphones, portable charger, extra cables, and her cellphone, along with various clothing, all mainly falling into the department of comfort. Chelsea, still too young for a cellphone, had packed her hand-me-down IPod, filled with various songs courtesy of Glen. Chelsea treasured it, and always hand it in a pocket in one of her suits, jamming out to songs of various genres. Always having a Bluetooth bud in to tune out half of the chaotic word, a habit she picked up from her dad.

…

Chucky just braced for what was yet to come, he knew these fools all too well. He knew there were many more hiding out in the front, ready to open fire. He knew when he was matched, and quickly grabbed the keys, and harnessed Beau, taking him in the direction of the garage which thankfully was in the back, having a large access door to it from the laundry room. He grabbed several beef jerky sticks he'd purchased from the local dollar tree and some water, and went to the stairs, carefully peeking his head upward waiting for his daughters, occasionally battering an eye towards the door, hearing the bell continuously ring. Over and Over again, to the point he eventually managed to drown the sound out completely. His spirits lifted seeing the two hobble down the stairs carrying their loads. Both grabbing their refillable water bottles from the counter.

“Dad what are–”

“Shhh, listen to me…we’re going to the car and getting our ass’s out of here…do not make a sound…got it?”

The two nodded anxiously tiptoeing, across the floor making their way out of the house, and into their car. Beau sitting in the back to give more room to the canine, and the girls sitting side by side wondering what the hell was happening.

“You got your seatbelts on?”

“Yeah”

“Yes”

Before any other questions could be asked their dad sent it, going well over the speed limit. Putting a vast amount of distance between it and the home invaders. He thanked his lucky stars Tiffany and the twins were safe far away from….them….he could see several cars speeding up behind him…but Chucky’s from the streets he doesn’t mess around. Normally he isn't reckless when he drives ESPECIALLY with his kids in the car but this was time for drastic measures. So he accelerated, and pulled some stunt moves that most would only see in the movies, everything feeling as if it were in slow-mo. The adrenaline pulsing through each of them, their blood pumping, and hearts pounding. The friction of the asphalt causes some drift in the vehicle, making it feel as if it were Grand Theft Auto 5 in real life. Chuck had managed to lose them, except for the sound of sirens coming closer. The redhead glanced upward, seeing the flashing lights of red and blue, signaling for him to pull over.

“Shit”

“It's the Po Po be cool”

“What?”

“Just be cool, this is all you Dad”

Chucky just gave a brow raise as a response waiting for the policemen to tap on the window.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“Officer, sehen Sie, ich weiß, dass Sie wahrscheinlich keine Ahnung haben, was ich sage, aber wenn Sie es gut machen, dann Scheiße ... Es war eine drastische Zeit und Sie wissen, wie die Dinge laufen.”

(Officer, look I know you probably have no clue what I'm saying but if you do well then shit...It was a drastic time and ya know how stuff goes down.)

The policemen just raised his hand to stop Chucky, and looked to his daughters for help.

“Can either of you translate this for me?”

The two played along with their fathers’ ruse, struggling to hold back cackles seeing the police officer rolling his eyes in defeat and letting them go. Motioning with his hand for them to drive off, trying to act out that their dad needed to go slower. It was honestly a sight to behold, he just walked in slow-motion while pointing at the car. Looking as if he had smoked substances. Once Chucky gave an understanding nod and rolled up the window, they all could help but burst out laughing, despite the mass amount of stress they had just recently been put under. After a moment of composing themselves, they took off again at a more moderate pace. The silence was loud inside the car, no joke or one liner could improve upon such a thin atmosphere.

“....What the hell happened back there”

“Yeah dad, who were those freaks?”

“....well….”

“AND DON’T go beating around the bush again….now…who WERE they”

Chucky took a deep breath, forcing down the anxiousness, suppressing it till it was gone…at least for the time being.

“....A–A While back….I did some pretty wild shit….and well…..I just wanted to try it out…so someone who was paying a lot of money to have someone offed….seemed like a pretty sweet deal…so I took it….and I ended up taking out the guy….and it turns out his wife is a vengeful bitch”

“Are you being serious”

“....Are you?”

“Why the hell would I lie about this…plus I can’t make this shit up on the spot. I ain't Gloria”

Gloria couldn't help but give an eyeroll at her father's witty remark.

“Is that where you got the scars from? Your days of working as a damn assassin”

“No…and I wasn’t an assassin…well Assassin does sound more badass…”

“DAD, what the hell….where are we even going?”

“Motel….we gotta lay low for a few days kids”

…

The car ride was eerily silent. No one spoke,only the sounds of the car zooming down the open road circled in their ear drums. Chelsea and Gloria just sat cross arms hunching over a bit, thinking. Chucky only focused on the road, every 20 minutes or so readjusting his glasses. The rain had begun to fall from the nimbus clouds, making it rather difficult for the redhead to see much of anything. Thankfully they came across a motel, and pulled in. Chucky booked a decent sized room, with a microwave, and mini fridge along with a tv. The girls said a 2 bedroom was fine, despite Chucky insisting it was fine if he were to purchase a room with three beds. When they checked in, it was rather comfy looking, the beds neatly sheeted, a small table in the corner of the room, with a set of wooden chairs, and an empty basket as the centerpiece. The Tv was small, with an HDMI port to plug in devices, they had a view to the pool, their car, and the exit. The girls set their belongings on the bed and remained silent. Waiting for their dad to enter the room. He was out in the rain tending to their vehicle and getting their zany canine out of the car.. When he finally did enter he came carrying snacks he had purchased from the lady upfront. It was either a fancy motel, or times had changed since from what he remembered no motel offered these types of luxuries.

“....you probably have questions” Chucky finally spoke. Unable to take the thick atmosphere for any longer.

Chelsea sighed pulling out the news article from earlier.

“Who is this, and why did you have this in the attic”

Chucky lowered his head not knowing where to begin. How could he begin?

“Well….that's…me…back in the day….I was shot down…and long story short….I was a well a serial killer…back in the day….I transfered my soul into a good guy doll…which is where the red hair came from…did some shit I ain’t all too proud of….went after a family…called the Barclays….did the same shit to your Ma….had the twins….settled down…fused with a human…..had you two…..and now….here we are…”

“G–Glen and Glenda know about this”

“Yeah”

“...You aren’t messing with us”

“No, I told ya, I couldn’t make that shit up even if I wanted to”

Chucky pushed up his glasses once more, slightly annoyed with them, wondering why he still even had them on his face.

The two just sat stunned, barely able to comprehend the words that escaped their fathers lips. Desperate to change the subject Chucky spoke once more.

“Look, I can take the floor, you two don’t have to share a bed. It's fine”

“No…tonight I wanna sleep with Gloria”

“Just take the other bed dad we’re fine”

“...Alright….Goodnight”

“Night”

…

Chucky swallowed the lump in his throat, slicking his wet hair backward, feeling uneasy, about how his daughters took the news. He crawled into bed and pulled over the comforter, and tucked his legs in, trying to maintain heat, to keep himself warm for the night. He didn’t have Tiffany there, to snuggle him, or play with her vermillion locks, leaving the spot empty. Meanwhile, Chelsea snuggled up to Gloria, wrapping an arm around her, hugging her tight. She felt that she was the only person in the world she could trust, besides Benny. And Gloria reciprocated the hug giving her sister a loving squeeze back. Giving her sister an ear bud to listen to music as the two slipped into dreamland. Never feeling a touch of cold in each other's grasp.

Morning soon came, and the girls had awoken sooner than their father, they both were starving and helped themselves to the snacks their dad had purchased earlier, snacking in silence waiting for him to wake up. The silence had occasionally been broken by faint snores from Chucky, which had startled Chelsea and Gloria since it had come out of nowhere. Gloria had grown impatient, with noon soon starting to roll around and her dad showing no signs of waking up.

“Dad, Dad…it's like 12 come on get up”

She only received a faint groan, and the sight of her dad laced in beads of sweat, looking as if he was holding in his coughs. The teen looked at him baffled, typically her mom was the one who dealt with Chucky when he was sick.

“Shit”

“What’s wrong?’’ Chelsea asked seeing her sister place her hand on their fathers forehead

“Dad’s got a fever”

The youngest peaked her head over her sister's shoulder, seeing her father, the left side of his face smushed into the pillow, and his redlocks covering the right side of his face. He was out cold, occasionally letting out a groan of discomfort here and there, but never uttered a word or one that was able to be understood by the sisters. With an eye flutter being the most they had been able to get out of him. Gloria pulled the covers back over her father, giving them a firm tug and gently pat once satisfied with her placement. After she had looked back to Chelsea with a hint of desperation in her eyes.

“What’d we do?”

“Stay here Imma go see if they have or sell soup from the lady up front, and if they don’t I’ll walk to the 7/11 that’s across the street”

“By yourself?”

“Well dad sure as hell can’t”

The teen walked over to her sister who seemed a bit worried, with her head lowered, and her crimson bangs covering her crystal cornflower blue eyes. She gently lifted the young red’s head up giving a reassuring glance.

“Hey I’ll be okay. You know I’d never leave you”

Despite Chelsea not being one for affection like her father she pulled her sister in, too many emotions spiraling in her 12 year old mind.

“Okay”

The redhead borrowed money from he dads wallet and ventured out, taking Beau with her for good measure. She had heard the vast amount of times that dog protected the twins from any danger, so having him there set her worries aside.

Just as she had expected, no soup was being sold at the lady upfront so Gloria had to venture out to the 7/11. She looked both ways four times for good measure and crossed quickly not wanting to be hit by a speeding car. Thankfully she made it across safely and entered the store. It had a worn aesthetic to it, the chips crunched sitting on the rack begging to be purchased, the hotdogs rotating, the skin on the outside looking as if it had the texture of damn leather, a red flickering light that had been continuously flashing for the coca cola ICEE machine, and the employee. He looked around the age of 20-21, wearing a cap with a logo she had never seen before, a green and white striped polo shirt, with a crooked name tag on the right hand side of his chest. She didn’t bother striking up a conversation and grabbed when she needed along with a few other things. She grabbed several snacks, gummies, gum, uncrushed chips, a blueberry ICEE for Chelsea, a cherry one for her, some Quick N Easy chicken noodle soup, and a phone charger. She set all her items down and waited to be rung up.

“OH WAIT! Can I grab something real quick? It'll just be a second!”

“Sure Kid”

The teen scurried off with her dog to the aisle where some medicine was located. She had no clue which one to get and took a second to see her options. Her ears perked up hearing the familiar chime of the door when someone entered the store. She heard the cashier deliver her automatic monologue when a loud BOOM broke the air. Causing a loud ringing in Gloria's ears, the sound of a gun shot she could only assume. Beau seemed to be unaffected by the noise which was odd, since he freaked out when the doorbell rang barking wildly, but now the dog's ears were up along with the fur on the back of his neck, faintly growling.

“Find the kid”

Gloria managed to hear that one phrase as the ringing in her ear drums continued. She pocketed the pills and some soup that had been left out of place, that was right in front of her, so she quickly snatched the packet and looked up at the security camera display. Seeing two men circle around the aisles looking for her. Her body stiffened to stone, seeing that one of the men spotted her, and before she could react her dog pounced, latching onto the man. Digging his razor-like fangs into the man's arm continuously jerking his head around. His agonizing screams filled the store as the wolf dog tore away at the flesh of his arm piece by piece.

Before she could make a break for it she was grabbed by the second man who had entered the shop a few moments ago. Wrapping his arms around trying to immobilize her.

“GET OFF ME!”

Gloria flung herself back and forth trying to wiggle herself free from the man’s grasp. She raised her foot and stomped it down hard on the man's big toe, causing him to scream, however somehow managed to keep his hold on her.

“You little bitch”

An idea had hit Gloria, one that she snickered at how child-like it was, but now it was her only hope of getting out of her attacker's hold. So drawing inspiration from her father, the teen unhinged her jaw and clamped down tightly, feeling each of her canines sink in, smiling to herself hearing the man roaring and finally releasing her. Her moment of victory was short when her attacker shot right back up ready for round two. Gloria was in no mood however and grabbed a can of spam and chucked it straight at him, hearing a loud clunk! seconds after she released the projectile. The guy simply dropped to the floor unconscious and useless, his body nothing more than a fleshy bag of bones.

“Oh SHIT”

Gloria bolted, but not before grabbing the bag the poor clerk had packeted for her only moments ago.

…

Chelsea had been eagerly waiting for her sister's return, sitting on the small couch right by the small window gazing intently at the road. Slowly moving her arms along the rough textured couch, each grove leaving faint marks along her ivory skin. She gave a few glances backward at her sick father who looked to be suffering with each passing minute.

“...I hope Gloria gets back soon”

Just as she uttered the faintly spoken phrase her sister slammed the door wide open, startling her, causing the girl to jolt upwards.

“You’re back!”

Chelsea’s excited face began to soften and contorted into an expression of concern. Her sister had looked as if she had run a mile, with beads of sweat dripping down her temples, and her hair all wild and frizzy. With Beau following close behind panting heavily.

“You ok?”

“Me? Y–Yeah fine….but we gotta get out of here when dad gets better, two guys at the store came after me…and well….you know what never mind”

“...”

The oldest of the two sisters had heated some water up in the microwave and poured in the powder for the soup, stirring it, till the smell of chicken noodle soup filled the air, sweeping its way into her lungs. She carefully carried the bowl over to her dad, and gently lifted his head up, placing the bowl to his dried chapped lips. He instantly began gulping it down, feeling the warm sensation simmer on his worn tongue, and make its way down into his digestive system leaving him in a more relaxed manor. He left the bowl empty, with only a few droplets left. Gloria had retracted the bowl, setting it aside, and carefully setting her dad’s head on the pillow. His groans had begun to become less frequent, and his face began to relax. In about twenty or so minutes she would give him the medicine she grabbed from the store earlier, but before she did so she made a bowl for Chelsea and herself. Both turning on the tv watching whatever was available, sitting side by side, sipping their soup. They both giggled at the obnoxious slurping noises they had made while enjoying their chicken soup, since they had never been able to do so at the dinner table, because it had been deemed impolite, according to their mother. Which was a bit hypocritical since she too was a slurper, but never seemed to notice when she made the noise. Seeing that Beau too wanted some food, Chelsea gave him one of her dad’s jerky sticks hoping it would suffice for the time being. The canine was more than grateful and happily munched down on the meat stick. Later the teen gave her father the medicine and was satisfied with the change in his resting habits. For the rest of the night he slept like a baby.

Chelsea had ended up falling asleep on Gloria’s shoulder while watching a show that had been playing on the television. Once noticing this, Gloria had turned the tv off using the remote, and picked up her younger sister and softly set her into bed, making sure to cover her with the warmer blanket, since she knows how easily cold her sister gets. Before she completely turned off the lights, she gave a kiss to her sister on the cheek, whispering a comforting “goodnight” in her ear, flicking off the light.

…

Morning soon came and the oldest of the Rays was back on his feet. He felt much better, and was finally able to sit up right. He still hadn’t felt 100% but it would have to do, the four of them had to keep moving. He smiled, catching the sight of his two daughters in bed sleeping soundly, looking ever so peaceful and innocent. The redhead did a quick stretch and showered, washing his greasy hair thoroughly, making sure to remove the build up and excess greases and oils. The shower had felt cleansing on his sore body, and had worked wonders in releasing tension in hip upper body allowing his muscles to finally decompress. He now wore brown colored cargo pants accompanied with a belt, along with a maroon polo shirt and blazer. He combed his hair back, borrowing one of his daughter's brushes in order to do so, making sure it was slick, untangled, and out of his face. Then finally putting on his glasses out of sheer habit, since whenever he hadn’t done so he would be pestered about it on the daily from his wife. He quietly walked over to his daughters and nudged them a bit trying to wake them up, however neither of them awoke. Not in the mood to deal with an angry teen and pissed preteen he let them sleep in until the car was ready.

So he packed everything up again making sure not to leave a trace of their presence. He took everything and threw it into the car, and when everything was put away in their vehicle, he took Beau and set the dog in the back and quickly ran to get his girls. He lifted Gloria up first since she had been closer to the edge of the bed, which made it easier to remove her from the motel room to the car. One she was secure in the car and lifted Chelsea and buckled her in as well, moving the strap of the seatbelt away from her face and onto her torso. Once making sure they were both safely strapped in he sped off, driving far away, making sure to keep moving, he had no clue where they were going but he just needed to get far away.

…

“Dad?”

Chelsea had awoken her eyes hazed and sensitive to the sunlight. She realized she was sleeping on her sister's shoulder and quickly propped herself upward. The young red wiped the side of her face, only to feel her eyes widen, feeling drool along her cheek. She resisted making a gasp noise, feeling her face tighten with embarrassment, realizing she had drooled on Gloria! Making sure nobody realized she pulled the handkerchief from her pocket and quickly wiped the residue off her sister's shoulder.

“Hey Munchkin..here I picked you two up some McDonalds, take what ya want from the bag”

The youngest raised a brow opening it, feeling the scent hit her nostrils. There were loads of goodies in there for her and her sister. Gloria smelling the Mickey D’s flung her eyes open and thankfully for Chelsea hadn’t seemed to notice the drool. Without hesitation the older of the two reached for the bag, and pulled out a golden hash brown. While Chelsea helped herself to the pancakes, somehow managing to not spill the sticky syrup everywhere. The two girls were still a bit on the shaky about hearing about their fathers…past…but he was their dad. The man who raised them taught them how to ride a bike, who attended parent teacher conferences despite hating them, loves and supports them each day. It was a baffling thought that their father could be capable of such deeds, especially how relaxed and caring he is towards them. It simply didn’t compute. Gloria was desperate to break the silence, growing tired of hearing the chewing of her and her sister and the pants of Beau who sat in the back eyeing their breakfast. Chelsea had given the wolf-dog a pancake of hers with no syrup to avoid the mess and to put an end to Beau slobbering and his whimpers for food.

“So…how are you feeling?”

“Better…and…thanks for the soup…”

“Good…good…and yeah…no problem”

“so…where are we going now?”

“I…I don’t know…we just need to keep moving”

Gloria was contemplating whether to mention the fact that she was attacked by two men the previous day, however he seemed to have enough on his plate and decided to keep the inconvenience to herself.

The family had been driving for what felt like hours, watching cars speed by, along with buildings and billboards that advertised random nonsense. The sights boring each of them, and their bodies growing evermore antsy from sitting on one spot for so long.

“Dad I gotta use the bathroom”

“Now?”

“Yes Now”

“....Alright…I’ll see if there's any buildings or something with a damn bathroom.”

He accelerated the car looking for a more urban area that would have a bathroom and a convenience store to purchase some munchies for the road. Luckily he pulled up to a relatively large building, and found a door. The four of them exited the vehicle, Gloria taking Beau to stretch his legs for a bit, while Chucky tossed out trash left behind from his daughters from their meal from McDonalds, and Chelsea situated herself, making sure her attire looked presentable.

“Alright, let's head in”

“You sure we’re even allowed to go in?”

“Do you wanna use the damn bathroom or not?”

Chelsea smirked playfully, rolling her eyes towards her father.

“Ok ok grouchy let’s hurry this up”

Chucky raised his brow jokingly raising his scarred middle finger at her chuckling to herself. Gloria was silently giggling behind her father and the four of them made their way inside. They walked through a long hallway with loads of closet rooms. That made the hallway feel endless.

“Hey maybe this one”

Chucky turned to the side, turning the handle to the right, creaking the metallic door open. He jumped backward when something came at him, knocking him on his rear and his back against the wall.

“THE FUCK WAS THAT”

“Well dear ol dad It appears you were attacked by a vicious mop”

“HAHAHA”

“.....Very funny Gloria”

“I know I’m hilarious”

Chucky rolled his sapphires, she was his daughter alright. Even Beau appeared to be laughing at him. He scooted himself upward doing a quick stretch before tossing the cursed mop back into the closest.

“Alright MOVING ON…Come on less see if we can find something in this damn joint”

Chelsea spotted a door at the end of the hallway with light peeking through from under it.

“THERE”

The Reinhardts scurried off with their shoes squeaking along the ground. Chucky had yanked the door open and froze.

“Oh shit”

The girls peered through seeing crows of people in horror costumes. Loads dressed as Michael Myers, some as Freddy with his iconic knife glove, as well as Jason with people carrying around a machete with fake blood on it, and even some dressed as their dad. Well a version of their father, most with makeup drawing scars and stitches on their faces, and redheaded wings all looking very cheap.

“The hell?”

“What the…”

Before they even had the chance to speak, some lady approached them, tapping Chucky on the arm.

“Hi I’m sorry you can’t be back here. I’d be happy to escort you to one of the booths though!”

“....uh….sorry we got turned around were fine…”

“Do you guys have a bathroom?”

“Oh yes! Right this way! Sorry I didn’t catch your guy’s names!”

“Oh I’m Chelsea, this is my sister Gloria, our dog Beau, and this is my dad…”

“Loman! Loman Reinhardt you can call me Lee if it’s easier…”

“Oh alrighty then! Right this way’’

The sister exchanged a weird glance at each other, raising their eyebrows as they followed the nice lady.

“Right here!”

“Thank you!”

The youngest of the redheads bolted in leaving her sister and dad behind.

“You gotta go cuz we ain’t stopping for a while”

“Nah I’m good”

“You sure?”

“Yep!”

“Hey! You two! Chucky fans I see”

“Uhh…”

“Come on, it's obvious with you having the red hair! Get over here! And I like the unique take on his scars”

“Thanks?”

“...Who are you?”

“OH ME? Well I can’t tell ya my real name but you can call me Fanatic or Fan. I prefer Fan it’s quick and simple”

“Alright?”

The two studied the zany employee. She wore a rainbow striped polo similar to the coloring of the long sleeves the doll had in the films. Her brown hair done into a side braid, leaving her bands front and center with them curved to the side as opposed to leaving them in the middle of her head.

“Would you like to do a Child's Play quiz? If you get them all right you win a prize?! It's super easy”

Before Chucky could deny the offer Gloria exploded with an excited yes!

“First question, what is Chucky’s real name?”

“Charles Lee Ray”

“Who did he marry?”

“Tiffany Valentine”

“How did he get his scars?”

Gloria was curious to hear the answer since he had always fallen silent whenever her or Chelsea asked.

“Uh well…..He fell into a fan…and was stitched up by Tiffany”

“Who voices Chucky”

“Brad Dourif”

Fan grinned ruffling a brow turning to her side calling over another employee, to ask a final question.

“At this point I would normally ask my friend Roz to ask a question but they're a bit busy right now...so I'll just ask another What Chucky’s his personal drive for the first few films”

The redhead froze, not wanting to answer the question in front of his daughter.

“Well…he wanted to take over Andy Barclays body”

“Correct!”

Chucky sighed, lowering his head a bit embarrassed by his response. Gloria could only stare, before her gaze was interrupted by her youngest sister.

“I’m back! Woah what’d we win?”

The wacky employee had handed Chucky two mini-plush key chains of him and Tiffany, with a warm smile waving the family off.

“Come on….let’s go”

The family trailed off pushing past the crowds of people to find the exit and get back to their car. Thankfully before he snapped they found the exit, and went down the sketchy hallway, all walking in deathly silence. Chucky felt as if they were being watched and came to a sudden halt listening to the air. The stillness is unnerving.

“Dad why’d you–”

“SHH”

Gloria looked at her younger sister who seemed to be fiddling with her bowtie, a sign that she was stressed and anxious. It didn’t help that Beau hair now stood upward and that he was faintly growling.

Chucky’s eyes widened, quickly ducking seeing a man come at him with a blade swinging it wildly at him. He dodged the attack and swiftly grabbed his attacked hair, and slammed him against the wall, using his free hand to twist his wrist till it snapped, grinning hearing the knife fall and the echoing of his metallic clanks as it hit the ground. The sisters could only watch their mouths agape and their eyes expanding. Chucky paused through sensing someone holding a firearm pointing directly at his skull. He gave a quick glance seeing the man’s hand on the trigger.

“Shit”

Chucky could see the man’s face gleaming with a sense of pride that he was the one to put the infamous red at a chokepoint, restricting him from posing a further threat. However his face contorted into one of confusion seeing a smile spread from ear to ear on Chuck’s snarky face. His lips pressing together, and letting out a high pitched whistle.

“What was the purpose of that Ray”

The red let out a faint giggle only confusing the gun wielder, until he felt sharp fangs pierce into his vulnerable flesh, his arm being yanked, and his skin now tattered and shredded. Chuck took the opportunity to land a hit on him, swinging his elbow backward breaking his attacker's nose all while maintaining a firm grasp on the man who tried to come at him with a blade. The gunny dropped immediately, still screaming as Beau continued tearing away his arm.

“DAD LOOK OUT”

Before he could turn he was back handed with the handle of a revolver. Sending him into darkness, knocking him out cold.

“DAADDDDDD”

The third party snickered, at his achievement, grabbing his partner by the arm pulling him back to his feet. Then turning to the girls, raising a brow, then smiling at the realization of who they were.

“Take them”

He frowned seeing one of his partners being taken down by a large canine. Deeming it pathetic. Rolling his eyes unused and raised the revolver, firing it at the dog. Smiling at the loud yelp, and whining it made once the firearm went off.

“BEAU”

“BEAUUU”

The man was unmoved by the girl's cries, seeming to find joy in it in fact. However the small smile had faded seeing the canine was still alive, he raised the gun up again aiming at the dog's skull, ensuring he wouldn’t miss a second time.

“NO DON’T”

The youngest of the Rays shook herself from Gloria’s grasp and bolted at the man who tried killing her dog, and shoved him backward.

Gloria froze watching the scene play out, frame by frame, leaving her quiet as a mouse.

Chelsea remained stiff after shoving him, feeling her temple begin to throb, and a hot liquid running down her calf. Then she felt it. The hot burning sensation, as if someone had forced a branding iron to her skin, pressing it further and further into her sink. Then the loud wailing screams, and finally the hot tears, that now began streaming down her face as she cried out.

“CHELSEA”

Gloria immediately ran over to her, catching her little sister before she could hit the ground. Before she could do anything she too was knocked unconscious.

…

The teen eventually came too, her vision still blurry, and her head feeling as if it were spinning. However she snapped back into reality hearing the sniffles of her little sister.

“Chelsea! Shit shit! Look at me. Let me see your leg, is it bad? Oh Chelsea…oh so sorry…god…”

The young red continued to whimper to herself, continuously wiping tears away from her face, with them soaking into her now bloodstained outfit.

“Hey look at me! It’s going to be okay”

Gloria lightly caressed her sister's face trying to provide some form of reassurance, pulling the young red into a tight hug, feeling her little sister dig her soaked face into her shoulder. The older of the two quickly broke the embrace, inspecting her sister's leg. Blood spewing from the wound, her flesh vulnerable and pulsing. The sight was painful for Gloria to bear witness to. Instinctively she tore off her sweatshirt and began wrapping around her sister's leg as a makeshift tourniquet.

“O–OW”

“Sh sh I know I know…you’re going to be okay…I promise”

Once it was tight around Chelsea’s leg she stood up extending her hand out to her sister. Once the two intertwined their fingers Gloria pulled the young red up to her feet, and supported her side, stabilizing her.

“W–Where are we?”

“I—I don’t know”

…

Chucky eventually awoke, his body restrained to a chair. His arms shackled downward and his legs binded to those of the chair. His glasses cracked, slipping off his face, and his beard cut off much to his dismay.

“What the fuck…”

“Glad to see you’re awake Charles”

“Linda! How’s the life of a widow?! You still pissed ‘bout your husband?”

“...Very….I haven’t stopped think about that day in years…and all this planning has finally brought you here”

“....Jeez woman, ever heard of a cat? Or getting a damn hobby? Like seriously get over it”

“You arrogant man…you know I’ve waited years searching for a weakness of yours….until I found 5…but at the current moment I believe 2 will suffice…I always heard the good die young…”

Chucky fell silent, his scarred fists balling up into shaking fists. His slit brows furrowing with seething rage.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM”

The sudden outburst had caught the woman off guard, her hand coming up to her chest with a shocked gasp.

“Now that! That was quite the reaction”

The widow turned away leaving him screaming. His yells and constant thrashing put on a show for her bodyguards finding his struggle rather amusing.

“DON’T FUCKING TOUCH THEM YOU HEAR ME!!??? DON’T FUCKING TOUCH THEM”

His screams slowly fading into wails of desperation, at the mere thought of his children being harmed. After what felt like hours of pointless screaming he hung his head down, allowing his hair to shield his flushed face. His vocal cords exhausted from the continuous pleads and threats.

“….Don’t hurt them….they didn’t do anything to you….Beat the shit out of me….just….don’t touch them…please”’

The widow approached Chucky once again grabbing his chin forcing him to look up at her.

“If only you didn’t pull that trigger on my husband…then maybe your little girls would still be alive”

Chucky froze feeling his heart sink, trying to process what he had just heard. He refused to take the information as a factual statement…she was lying…she had to be.

“You’re lying….YOU’RE FUCKING LYING’’

With each word his heart broke, his voice beginning to falter as it shattered, and its shattered remnants spread across the floor. Tears began to follow in suit as they leaked from his eyes.

“Y–YOU’RE LYING…N–No…NOOO”

“Am I now?”

“...y–you have to be….t—they’re not gone….my babies aren’t gone”

“Oh how the mighty do fall”

Chucky felt something in him snap, his lip quivering, his mind throbbing, and his heart numb. He began viciously thrashing, yanking his arms and legs from the restraints, popping the metallic buckles with his sheer strength.

“HE'S OUT”

Chucky had slipped into a berserker rage, in a primitive mind set. Snarling, almost beast like, stalking. He lunged on one of the guards, clawing at him till his hands became wet with a familiar liquid. Tearing away at the pulsating flesh, ripping it till he saw bone. He tore the throat out of one, and bit the ear off the other. Crimson staining his entire being, his hands now claws, and his teeth fangs. Three more ganged up, string him down, frightened to approach him.

“Heh always wanted to try these out’’

The three looked horrified seeing blades come out of the redheads shoes, seeming to glisten in the vermilion surrounding them.

“Oh shit”

…

Gloria and Chelsea had been stumbling through the Labyrinth followed by a limping Beau. Feeling they had passed the same corner twice in a row the two began to lose hope.

“We’re gonna die in here aren’t we”

“We’re not gonna die…I won’t let you…w–we just need to find dad” She reassured as they continued to press onward with the hellish maze.

“Gloria”

The older sister turned to Chelsea, her face with mild concern hearing how faint her sister's voice was.

“Yeah?”

“I’m tired…”

Gloria came to a quick pause blinking away the tears beginning to form in her ducts.

“We can rest here for now”

“I’m slowing you down…just go without me…you’re chances of survival will increase greatly once dropping the dead weight…aka me”

The older of the two knelt down beside her softly taking her hand, massaging it with her thumb.

“I’m not gonna leave you Chelsea…we always stick together…remember?”

“...you mean it?”

“Mhm…I’d never leave you….you know that right?”

“Oh thank god because there was no way I was army crawling out of here”

A faint giggle escaped Gloria’s lips, finding her sister's humor reassuring. The humorous giggles that had been exchanged had fallen silent at the sound of ambiguous claps coming from the distance.

“Well isn’t that touching?”

“...”

“The “I'd never leave you” cliche! So unique…truly Oscar worthy…Ha ha ha brings a tear to my eye. I swear I can hear a sad violin playing in the background somewhere.”

“...”

“You’re the fucker at the 7/11”

“And you’re the brat that bit me and whacked me in the damn head…and thank you for that damn migraine after that”

“No problem glad I left you something to remember me by”

Gloria's confidence dwindled seeing her attacker pull a knife out from his pocket catching her reflection in the blade.

“Oh shit”

She looked around for something to use as a defensive weapon other than her fists, since she had no idea how to fight in hand to hand combat. A maniacal smile crept on her face seeing a sledgehammer leaning against a pipe that had been connected to the rusting walls. Leaving the atmosphere with a filthy green hue. The hammer had appeared for demolition in construction use for the building she was in but in all honestly she didn’t care and held it firmly. Revealing her sharp canines.

The red screamed out a battle cry in true Ray fashion and pounced, raising the sledgehammer high in the air ready to swing it down. However as she leapt into the air the man swung his blade slicing her arm cleanly, finding a chilling satisfaction in her painful howl.

“GLORIA”

The girl had dropped to her knees hearing the metal of the hammer clamoring in her ears. The man had stepped over to her side, yanking her long locks backward. Gloria could only scream in agony feeling the strands of her hair being pulled from her scalp. She tried reaching for the handle of the sledge only for it to be kicked away by her attacker, forcing to enduring his irritating giggles of child-like glee. However the teen dug her sharp nails into his ankles, pressing till they broke skin, feeling the crimson seep into her nail beds. His screams made it worth her while, and the stringing from nearly having her hair pulled off her burning scalp. While Gloria continued to press her talons into his ankles, Chelsea had taken notice he dropped his blade, Gloria’s blood still splattered on the blade. She forced herself to crawl to the blade while the man was distracted, her hand merely centimeters away. Thankfully Beau had assisted the young red with pushing the knife with his snout closer to the young redhead. Without hesitation Chelsea slit his heel, the blood squirting into her face, a grin of satisfaction accompanying her face as she witnessed his knees buckle and his body falling backward, his back now to the concrete.

“Thanks”

“I owed ya one”

The teen returned to her feet maintaining a stable footing, reaching downward, grabbing the sledgehammer, locking eyes with her constant tormenter. His fearful browns with her enraged teals. Smirking at the sight of the bruise from where she whacked him with a can of good ol spam. Fully knowing where to strike the hammer.

“Karmas a bitch ain’t it?”

“NO DON’T PLEASE—”

Chelsea remained stone, seeing her sister obliterate the man's skull turning it into a pile of mush, similar to a smashed pumpkin, typically found throughout their neighborhood a few days after Halloween.

“Damn…what an adrenaline rush”

“....”

“Come on…we gotta find dad…”

The youngest gave a slight head nod still wielding the blade she used to slice the heel of that man. Catching her reflection in the distorted mirror, swearing she could have seen her father looking back at her.

…

Nothing no longer had a readable pulse. Everything was mangled, torn to shreds, with pieces of skin and meaty flesh everywhere, and bloodshed. Chucky was soaked in vermilion, his hair even redder than before, his body now stained not to mention his attire. Charles now a monster in a frenzy, anything that moved, no longer having a lease on life. His mouth and body slit in various sections, faint snaring escaping the small gap, and pupils dilated. A blade now present in his right hm and the entrails of a latest victim in his left. He sniffed the tainted air, and listened for something other than silence. His attention had been drawn from the noise of faint whimpers, he tracked it, and saw someone cowering in the corner, surrounded by corpses.

“I found you”

The sound of his demented bellows, caused the loner to tense, knowing fully what would come next. Chucky stepped forward, drawing his hand back and ramming it into the man's jugular, tearing out what looked to be tonsils feeling his already slippery hands begin to warm with the familiar liquid soaking them. He discarded them and continued searching for Linda…she was the one he was at the top of his list. He took a few steps forwards, hearing the blades of the ends of his shoes scrap against the scarlet stained floor. He sniffed the air, his nostrils filling within the scent of fresh spilled blood. His face slowly contorted into a continuously deeping scowl as he progressed further into the Labyrinth. The walls felt as if they had been slowly enclosing in as he took a few steps forward.

…

Gloria and Chelsea had been staggering through the maze, both leaning against one another with Beau trailing closely behind limping like Chelsea.

“We already went down this way”

The teen sighed, the overwhelming sense of defeat engulfing her, leaving her feeling hopeless.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

Chelsea’s head titled in the sound of faint snarling, her eyes focusing towards the corner, while her sister was squinting trying to get a decent view point.

“We gotta follow it”

“Are you kidding me thats horror movie rule #1 don’t follow the spooky noises and just leave! This is how people die Gloria”

“Come on…we gotta figure out what the hell that is Chelsea”

“WHY, we should be running….oh I don’t know…THE OTHER WAY”

Gloria ignored her sister and began to walk forward to the faint bellows and growls, her curiosity getting the better of her…she just had to know what was making that animalistic sound. The growl of the beast continued to grow as the two sisters approached, their confidence beginning to drain with each passing step. Their grips tightening around their weapons as they continued down.

“D–Dad”

…

The redhead felt the crimson vision begin to slowly fade from his crystal blue orbs, at the sound of a similar voice. It begins rather soft, filled with desperation with a hint of anxiety. The redhead twisted his neck in the direction of the voice, feeling his muscles strain and his sore bones crack.

“Kids”

“It is dad”

“DAD”

Chucky froze, he saw his little girls standing right infront of him a couple yards away, he assumed one to two, three at most. Their sweet faces splattered, their cupid lips quivering, their clothing stained, and eyes bewildered. Chucky couldn’t only stare, feeling his heart begin to palpitate within his chest, soaked in blood that was not his own. He let out an uneasy breath, pausing, catching his hushed voice in his shaky exhale. He retracted his shoe blades and slowly approached them, his face beginning to fill with emotion, that of relief, joy, and worry. The sisters calmly staggered toward their dad, limping the entire way, followed by their benevolent canine. Chucky quickened his pace and wrapped two strong arms around his daughters, squeezing them tightly. The two younger vermilions returned embrace, slightly whimpering into their dad’s chest with sudden relief. Chucky inspected their faces, kissing them both on the head as he did, his emotions scattered as he did so. He felt his body stiffen seeing Chelsea’s wounded leg, a rush of great concern and fury beginning to overwhelm him.

“Who the fuck did this to you. Are you ok? What the hell happened! Are you hurt anywhere else!? Chelsea, look at me, please just tell me you’re okay otherwise. And Gloria what the fuck happened to your arm?! Let me see? WHOS the son of a bitch that did this”

“Dad we’re okay now…he’s rotting in hell”

“...yeah and besides these minor inconveniences I think we'll be fine…b–but I–I'm tired and my leg hurts…I–I can’t walk on it..…”

Without hesitation Chucky immediately lifted his youngest daughter, holding her tightly in his grasp. Now protective instincts are beginning to kick in, now overshadowing his homicidal urges. He completely forgot about his personal vendetta against his captor, and looked for the nearest exit. They ran down every hallway only to come to a dead end each time, with each failed attempt only increased the building anxiety in Charles.

“DAD OVER THERE”

Gloria tugged on her dad’s arm pointing to a large metallic door that none of them had passed before and ran to it. However, after firmly pushing and pulling the door wouldn’t budge. It only gave a faint creak noise at any attempt to pry it open. Chucky turned to Gloria and nudged her a bit motioning for her to take Chelsea. The teen immediately complied and backed up with Beau following suit. Chucky did a mini shake, putting some distance between him and the door, he ran at it and forced her foot forward kicking the door down with brute force. Sighing from exhaustion he knelt down and picked up his youngest once more, setting her on his chest to make his hold more comfortable for her. Chelsea however remained silent seeing a growing figure running in the direction of the four of them. Her cornflower blue eyes widening seeing what the figure now appearing to be a woman was wielding, a large mallet now raised high above her head. Out of reflex Chelsea raised her blade that she still held and flung it with her wrist watching it soar. Watching the knife swiftly fly through the air cutting with whispering wind as it did so. Soon followed a loud gush sound, a hard drop, and the clamor of metal.

“The fuck? OH SHIT”

Blood now spewing from an eye socket, the woman's jaw slightly agape, and the light in her eyes now fading to a dull grey.

“...Damn Chelsea”

The young red said nothing and just stared, her hold on her dad tightening as she burrowed her quivering face further into his chest seeking some reassurance and comfort.

“...can we go home”

Chucky held her closer, giving her a kiss on the head, and pulling Gloria into a sweet embrace as the three of them stared at the corpse.

“Yes…let’s go home”

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