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writingjourney · 5 months

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don't ask me about secondo ever or you will hear me rambling out a whole character analysis for two hours because I am DEDICATED to this man, he is my wife.

EDIT – Okay you did it.

Some SFW Secondo HCs:

had to deal with the highest expectations out of the brothers, being older than Terzo and a lot younger than Primo it was clear that his Papacy would be of importance and Nihil expected him to excel while not necessarily providing the necessary guidance (especially when Terzo turned out to be more rebellious in nature)

being Nihil’s “favorite” did not come with all the benefits one might suspect, no more attention, no more love or care, only more work and pressure within the clergy

outside of the family many people never realised how he suffered from this neglect and exploitation and therefore do not perceive his trauma as that, often mistake his character for being cold/aloof when really he is just masking extremely hard and trying to appear unaffected and professional

while he was prepared for his future role, he quickly realised that his needs weren’t of importance, only his work and his rise within the clergy and so he learned that it is better not to ask and appear weak (so they don’t consider him unfitting)

while Primo did the best he could to replace their absent father, the clergy’s demands on the future Papa never allowed him to be quite the father figure that he wished he could be for his younger brothers – Secondo had to learn fast how to take care of himself and how to protect his younger brother from the clergy’s influences

despite detesting the clergy’s inner mechanisms, Secondo is a man of duty and has accepted that he was put on this path in Lucifer’s name

just before and after becoming Papa he quickly learned that bringing in own ideas just leads to dismissal and that being Papa made him a vessel for the ideals of the clergy which he grew to detest (“I’m a marionette”), also quickly learned that it is wiser not to rebel against them

this made him worried for Terzo who already had a lot of plans for his own Papacy that weren’t in line with the clergy’s agenda

through it all he found a lot of solace in his faith, is the most spiritual out of all the Papas with a special fondness for the modern symbolism of Baphomet that represents balance and wholeness (“And he's as macho as he is connected to the softer, more feminine part of himself” X), something that means a lot to him who is caught in a lot of turbulent emotions, this spirituality and also his high level of literacy is pretty evident in his music

therefore: best spiritual guide/advisor out of all the Papas, knows the right quotes and the right words to provide comfort and reassurance to bring you back on your path, way more empathetic than people give him credit for based on his cool demeanour, even though he is someone who quietly reassures you and uses a more reason based approach

because of all of this he has grown to be a very measured man who will always weigh reason and emotions against each other, rarely will you see him lose his temper on the outside, being in control of his emotions is important to him because that way he can have a sense of power he lacked when he was younger (also means he cannot let loose and relax easily, this man is TENSE and his shoulders hate him for it)

if someone wrongs him that person will get the cold shoulder and honestly, being the object of his scorn is worse, disappointing him is worse than his anger and he never forgets anything, this man has a whole drawer of receipts

doesn’t hate anyone as much as himself, the top spot is however taken by his neglectful, uncaring father who never knew how to act like a parent

if he does lose his temper it will usually not be on behalf of himself but someone else he truly cares about (his brothers, his lover, his protégés etc) and even so his anger is not the loud, yelling or violent kind but the kind that sends chills down your spine (his looks alone can kill and he finds the perfect sharp words to hurt you)

soft-spoken (not quite as much as Primo though), very calculated and minimalist in what he shows on the outside but his words usually hit where and how they’re supposed to (just listen to his voice on Infest and some of his speeches on stage, it’s quiet and haunting)

very much a quality over quantity sort of person – good food, good drinks, nice clothes he can wear for a long time, simple luxuries that go a long way and add to his comfort

big earth sign energy when it comes to his habits, works hard, has high expectations, good with money, particular about how he does things but generous with those he loves

good luck trying to get this man to open to up to you, he will not overshare and you have to pry every bit of more intimate personal information out of him, especially about his childhood

however, he is a very willing and patient teacher if you want to learn about his special interests or happen to sit in one of his classes, especially if you show potential and interest

self-sabotages a lot, especially when it comes to romantic relationships, for flings he avoids anything too intimate which extends to his preferred sex positions as well as kissing, when he notices he could really like someone he will find reasons why it doesn’t work (commitment issues), scared to be hurt and also scared to inflict pain and false hopes on someone else

when he does fall for someone and overcomes his fears he is the most loyal and supportive partner, you will be surprised by how loving and gentle he is with you, by how romantic he is (not in the cheesy way but in that soft, caring way who wants to love forever), pays close attention to your needs and preferences and never forgets anything

love languages: shows love with acts of service, gift giving and also quality time, likes to receive physical touch (loves to cuddle but is hesitant to initiate, would never admit how much he loves kisses to his face and hand holding but you can tell after some time), quality time and words of affirmation (so many times until he finally believes them)

#i have a five page HC document #i am not joking #secondo headcanons #papa emeritus ii headcanons #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #secondo #secondo emeritus #secondo hc

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mazeinthemiroh · 1 year

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hii! may i request a skz scenario where they accidentally leak their relationship with reader (also an idol) ?? love ur work btw !!!!!

skz when they accidentally leak their relationship with their s/o

genre: angst af like you guys aren't ready, tad bit of hurt / comfort too, idol! reader

word count: 1k

warnings: so angsty ahah slayyy

pls like and reblog if you enjoy! feel free to request anything <3

bangchan

"do you trust me?"

it was a question you never thought you would have to think about when it came to chan. but now, with the paparazzi outside the hotel you both stayed at last night, it was hard to say. there was just so much uncertainty.

speculations about your relationship rose very quickly and now, in this situation, it was one photo away from being revealed.

but you did trust chan. so you nodded. he took you by the hand firmly and guided you outside the hotel lobby, where you were both greeted by the paparazzi.

and with one swift movement, your lips were on his. you were shocked at chan's choices but you melted into his touch while the cameras flashed around you.

they had broken him. and he didn't care. no more hiding anymore. and that's how he wanted it.

lee know

he was on a live stream when it happened.

just the usual catch-up with stays. something he has done hundreds of times before. nothing much. no pressure... right?

he was showing the stays watching something on his phone until he accidentally swiped to his home screen. which happened to be an exclusive, never seen before picture of you and him together. it was a candid photo seungmin had kindly taken at the time. a very cute, aesthetically pleasing and well-thought-out couples photo. and now, everyone had seen it.

"oh uhh," minho turned his phone off immediately when he realised. "anyway, i'll have to be off now. bye, bye."

he ended the live abruptly, his eyes wide and his breath quickening. he had never been so careless before. what had he done?

changbin

"are the rumours true? can you confirm, officially, that you are, in fact, dating y/n?"

changbin was expecting this question. but that doesn't mean he wasn't still underprepared and absolutely dreading it. for such a confident man he had never felt so nervous and unsure about a situation before.

but he had to do what he had to do.

"i am."

there was a collective gasp that filled the room, not only by the interviewer but also the by audience.

"and i am the happiest man i have ever been. and i plan on continuing this happy life with them for as long as they'll have me," he looked at the camera with a serious gaze, "no matter what."

hyunjin

hyunjin was very bad at hiding the fact that he had much affection for you.

it was so clear. the way he gazed at you in reality shows. the way he pined after you during award ceremonies. he wore his heart on his sleeve when it came to you because you were the love of his life. how could he not?

he was a naturally private person but for him, it didn't feel natural to hide such an overwhelming amount of love. it was only a matter of time before the truth came out.

"i'm so sorry y/n," hyunjin barely whispered, "i couldn't keep this secret any longer."

the tears started to collect in his eyes.

"i need to love you freely."

han

"oh shit."

one drunk night and this happens. headline news: 'han jisung caught kissing kpop idol y/n.' and that someone was you. his partner. his not-so-secret lover. his soulmate. his everything.

he can't believe he had let this happen.

he stared at the phone in disbelief and ran his fingers through his hair, the anxiety bubbling in his chest.

he wondered who would kill him first. his manager? chan? even you? this relationship was secret for a reason. for many reasons, in fact. the questions and thoughts and worries flooded his head until he felt dizzy.

what was he going to do?

felix

'felix is dating y/n??'

that's all felix saw. every social media platform he went on, there that question was.

a harmless playlist he made for you. a playlist confessing his love and absolute adoration for you that was somehow leaked.

the tears spilt from his eyes and his bottom lip quivered uncontrollably.

"lixie, don't worry," you hummed to him as he curled into you. for both of you, it was an anxious time. but you had to be strong. at least, for him.

"i'm sure everything will work out alright. it always does." you wiped a tear away from his freckled cheek and cupped his face in your hands.

at least he still had you.

seungmin

there was a lover's duet you would sing for each other's ears alone. it was your song. just meant for the two of you.

but you sounded so sweet together. so good that you just had to record the duet together officially. after much persuasion from the other members, you both finally gave in to the thought. and it was beautiful and raw and emotional and everything seungmin could ever dream of in his ideal relationship.

and all of that joy and love was being taken away when someone leaked the duet online.

the speculations started, and seungmin slowly felt like he was sinking. his privacy, his intimate feelings, and his precious thoughts of the one he loved most had all been exposed.

jeongin

it was an accident.

it was such a reckless and unfortunate accident that jeongin could never ever forgive himself for. how many times had he been told to make sure that every picture he posted was perfect? without fault? avoiding any suspicion?

and yet one photo he posted of himself on bubble slid under his eagle-eyed radar. he thought it was harmless, but soon he was being spammed by fans. 'who's that in the reflection of the mirror?' 'who is that person with you jeongin?' 'is there something your not telling us??'

he couldn't breathe. he felt trapped in a helpless abyss of dread. and there was nothing he could do.

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mjolnir-76 · 5 months

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Geralt of Rivia X Male!Elf!Reader

genre: fluff

words: 1922

summary: Geralt and Ciri come across someone on their trip to kaer morhen. after a couple of encounters, geralt is infatuated already.

you were minding your business, that's how you were roped into this mess. how you got involved with the white wolf. you lived life as a traveller, hopping from village to village. it's the best you could do as an elf, you loved the nature anyway. but your other interests such as alchemy are tricker to fund out in the wild so you do have a permanent home in a small village in the outskirts of kaedwen. you were in a forest on the other side of the country, you had a camp set up where you'd been living for a couple of weeks. no one came through these woods, that was until a white haired witcher and a young girl did. you noticed them on one of your hunts, perched in a tree you aimed your bow at them. they were getting scarily close to your camp, you didn't fancy being found and captured. you couldn't kill him however, that girl would be left alone. you decided to fire a warning shot, to let them know they weren't alone so they leave. you aim down the shaft of your arrow before shooting it at one of his bags on their horse. you made sure not to use too much pressure so you didn't pierce the horse too. they both flick their heads to the sound, the witcher immediately looking in your direction only to be met with your fleeing figure. geralt grits his teeth, looking back at the arrow, recognising it as the same type he's seen lodged in trees nearby. "stay here" he mutters to ciri as he draws his sword and follows you.

he tracks your footsteps in the snow until they suddenly disappear. he glances out at the forest ahead, trying to see if he can catch a glimpse of the perpetrator. meanwhile you stand right behind him, looking over his shoulder. he's so focussed he doesn't even notice your heartbeat, "what are you looking at?" you ask, you knew it was a risk but you couldn't help it, your playful nature shining through. he quickly whips around and swipes at you with his sword but you anticipate it, jumping backwards. you dodge every attack, eventually you use your bow, using it to trap his hand and pry his sword from his hand. you grab it, him now defenceless, you give it a testing swing. "try again next time witcher" you say and leave, retreating to your camp.

the night falls and you still search for some food, something to kill when you find a deer. you kill it easily, you'd eat for a while. but then you remember how you took the witchers sword, sure he can cope without it, but you felt bad. what if they hadn't found any dinner that night? that poor girl. you decide to take it to them, you may be an elven bandit but you weren't a heathen. you knew where their camp was anyways . you approach silently, carrying the dead deer across your shoulders. you notice geralt sat by the fire, keeping watch no doubt, not very well you thought. you make your plan, shooting and arrow into the distance he looks at so he's distracted. he stands up to investigate, you use this to chuck the deer down, stabbing his sword through it. you climb the tree again and watch as he turns back, seeing the deer and his sword. he furrows his brows, searching his surroundings hastily. when he can't find you, he turns to the deer, pulling out his sword. he smiles slightly, beginning to prepare the deer.

you got back to your camp, still hungry, you'd go hunting the next day. you didn't expect to see the witcher again, you assumed he'd move one to his destination now, but it seems his path still was directed at your camp.

you had been tracking what looked like hare maybe, when you eventually found it sniffing about. you hid nearby, aiming your bow at it. a small target would be significantly harder but nothing for you. you get ready to shoot when a crunch scares it away. you quickly spin to where the noise came from to see the witcher stood with his hands up. you keep your bow pointed at him. geralt can now see your eyes, more than he saw before atleast. you're in a stand off, neither one talking. "you just cost me dinner, you prick" you say defensively. geralt smirks, letting out a deep chuckle. "i'm here to give you dinner" he says, showing that in one hand he had some of the deer wrapped in cloth for you. "why're you offering me food while i'm pointing a bow at you" you ask, wanting to seem hostile. "because, i know you won't shoot" he says, "oh really?" you reply, tightening your grip on the bow, "try me" you say, "alright" he responds, taking a step forwards, calling your bluff. "at first i thought you were just a bad shot, but then you gave us that deer. it had been shot directly through the eye which means you're a good shot, you aimed to miss yesterday. you're not a threat, you simply want us to leave" he explains, "i could be a threat" you still try to convince him, "i don't believe you are" he replies giving you a smirk. you sigh and put your bow down. slinging it over your body, "why won't you leave then" you ask, beginning to search for the hare again, or something bigger. he follows diligently, "we're passing through, but we need a break every now and again" he explains. "why are you still looking for a meal? i have this for you" he says, you stop and look at him, your whole face isn't obstructed anymore, he can see clearly you're an attractive man, even with a cloak covering your hair. "you might have poisoned it" you shrug, "why would i do that" he asked like you were being ridiculous. you shrug. he takes a bite out of it to show you, "come on" he urges, you give in and take it, eating the meat off the bone. "what are you doing out here? you hunt monsters?" he asks, you scoff, "i'm no monster hunter. i'm trying to live" you say, he furrows his brows, "you live out here?" he asks, "well no, i have a house but it's ages away and i can't stay there forever" you say, not even thinking of the implications of your words. "why?" he asks, you glance around nervously, "it doesn't matter" you say, chucking the bone on the floor and tugging your bow off your back, "enjoy your trip and farewell" you say before trying to run off, geralt catches your arm, his grip is solid but gentle. you share a moment, eyes locked as he tries to work out the emotion trapped in yours when you shimmy out of his hold and dash off into thin air "hey- wait!" geralt tries to get you back but you're gone.

he expects not to see you again as he and ciri approach kaer morhen, but it turns out they find your camp. they approach teo small tents and campfire, looking around for you. "seems we've found our little friends camp" geralt says. he notices your belongings, taking note that they look to be elven crafted. he ponders where you got them from when they hear footsteps nearby. geralt ushers ciri to hide behind a bush and they both watch as you hurriedly rush in with a big smile. you hop down onto a log near the fire and pull off the covering to one of the tents to show a complex system of pipes and vials, looking to be a potion set. you pull out some sort of root from your pocket, crushing it into the biggest vial and watching it bubble. just then, you pull down your cloak and geralt finally gets the full picture. he's entranced by your looks, even more so when he notices your pointed ears. "he's an elf" ciri mutters, "that's why he can't live in his house forever" geralt says back to her. "we have to bring him to kaer morhen geralt. he deserves a proper home" ciri whispers to him. geralt doesn't respond, thinking about her statement. they watch as you mumble a couple words in elder, geralt can't help but scan over the intricate braids in your hair, the way it the way it frames your face perfectly. he decides he agrees with ciri, something tells him you're trustworthy, that you're the one who needs help with trust. who needs someone to trust. and he feels a pull to be that person. he slowly steps out of the bush and approaches you. you hear his footsteps and look up, grabbing your bow once again and aiming it at him. you then realise that your cloak hood is down, "fuck" you mutter, quickly tugging it over your head. "there's no need for that" he says to you and you squint at him. "i want you to come with me on our journey, stay with us at our destination" he says and you don't drop the bow. "why should i trust you? how do i know you're not just going to drop me off at the town centre to be sold for 2 orens?" you say angrily. "because he's better than that" the girl steps out, "and i wouldn't let him" she says, you move your bow to her and back to him, going between the two. "i'm a witcher, i understand your wariness-" you cut him off, "no you don't!" you shout. "we only want to help" the girl says after a moment. geralt takes a couple of steps forward, slowly and you quickly turn the bow to him. he still advances however, "we only want to help" he reiterates, gently moving the bow down, you let him. he's looking deep into your eyes and you only see sincerity. you put the bow down, putting the arrow back in your quiver. you move to the camp, stamping out the fire and you kick over the alchemy set. you grab your bed set and bag that are already packed just incase you needed to make a speedy get away. finally you grab your violin, approaching the two again, "let's go" you say and they both smile at you. "thank you for trusting us" geralt says, stepping closer and holding your shoulder, "not fully" you respond with a small smile, pushing geralts chest so he steps back, "hm" he responds with a smirk. "so what's your name?" ciri asks as she walks with you, "y/n" you respond, she nods "i'm ciri and he's geralt" she says and you nod too. "so where are we going?" you ask, "kaer morhen, the witcher home base you could say" geralt responds. you wander for a while when you all start to get hungry. "do we have any of the deer left?" ciri asks and geralt shakes his head. "one second" you say and you clear your throat. you cup your hands around your mouth and make a loud bird call. it causes the birds to flutter out a nearby tree. you quickly whip out an arrow and shoot one of the birds, grabbing another rapidly and shooting another before you shoot the third and last one. you grab the 3 birds and lift them up to the group, "dinner?"

#the witcher #original character #geralt x male reader #geralt of rivia #geralt x reader #male reader #fluff #geralt fluff #geralt fanfic #cirilla of cintra #the witcher games #tv show geralt #henry cavil x male reader #henry cavil x y/n #henry cavil x reader #henry cavill #geralt x you #geralt x y/n

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periprose · 2 years

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pls a Corey imagine where he takes you in the sewer ;3

Ooo okay this has my interest piqued 👀 (warnings: dubious consent, probably some squicky stuff that comes from fucking in the sewer, kidnapping, threats to safety, that's pretty much it)

Corey would be quick to abduct you. No nonsense about stalking or having to scope out a victim the way Michael does, he just does what he wants quickly. He sees a girl with her headphones in, music way too loud, in the dead of night? A total ditz, he assumes correctly.

You see him- a man wearing a white mask who just disappears behind the bushes- and you get freaked out. Still, you're not very cautious and you peek over there, wondering who you saw, having a bit of a morbid curiosity about Michael Myers.

The last thing you expect is for the man- who smells kind of spicy like smoke and wood, like he's wearing a proper cologne- to have such a violent, hotheaded sort of rage, like he's being possessed by something else, and now you understand why Laurie always talks about being vigilant, because the Boogeyman really does not stop.

You're getting a bit of a thrill out of it. You're trying to fight him back, but he's strong enough that you find it easier to just let him take you wherever, as your senses dull from being frightened, slowly becoming more trustworthy of the man who's holding you so close.

He's taken you to the sewers. At first, Corey wants to hand you over to Michael, for a fresh kill, but Michael isn't actually around at the moment, perhaps having gone a bit deeper into the sewers. Then he takes a harder look at you, as your body twitches in his arms in the moonlight, and he thinks he could maybe leverage some benefits out of this.

And you don't want to say no to what he's doing- he's not pulling out a knife or a gun or anything- but he is touching and squeezing different parts of you, like your ass and thighs and stomach, and he works his way upwards until he comes to front of your sweater. You're a depraved little fuck and you clearly aren't saying no, what with the flushed expression, the rapidly excited little breaths, and Corey has to laugh.

"You want this?" He pins you down on the wet, disgustingly grimy, cement ground, as if you're resisting, but it just makes you more into it. You hardly wriggle out of anything other than excitement.

"You do." He mutters, and it's too dark to see his face- you have no idea that he's just pulled the mask up above his mouth until he's kissing up your neck, biting fresh bruises and red marks where they'd be very easy to find, and he's not gentle about this- he kisses you hard enough that your teeth clash against his, and there's not really any affection- just pure aggression and lust, and eventually he's pulled off your sweater and yanked down your jeans, leaving you topless and just in your underwear.

He squeezes your breasts with too much force, pinching your nipples until they're hard, and you feel your eyes roll back, obscene as it is- you cannot help but want more. You feel wetness pooling between your thighs. You start inching your legs upwards, desperate to maybe feel some pressure from him against you, but Corey is too far, and your jeans bunched around your knees prevent you from moving anymore than that.

He shoves you for good measure. "Move, and I'll kill you."

You whimper but behave, and you're immediately rewarded with Corey unzipping his pants, and whipping out his cock, which he does not hesitate to rub against your clothed folds, making sure to touch your clit, testing to see your reaction. He can feel your wetness through the thin fabric of your panties, and you quiver, desperately trying not to move as you moan.

You feel him pull off your panties and jeans in one movement, leaving your bottom half entirely bare and twitching, and it's all so confusing with the heat between your legs melting into the ground below you, which is freezing in comparison. You're almost overstimulated.

Corey doesn't take his time. He loves the scent you're giving off- your arousal- and he flattens your thighs, nice and wide open, against the ground roughly to get a better position to fit himself in, before entering you with no warning, his dick stretching you out as you gasp and shut your eyes in pleasure and gratitude.

He groans, and you feel like maybe you know his voice- if you could just focus on it- but Corey is rough and aggressive, and you feel his thighs press against yours, pushing your body to stay more open as you are quite literally fucked open, and he's pinning your arms down as his mouth latches on to one of your nipples, biting it hard enough that you see stars.

He moans loudly as you feel his thrusts get more sporadic and harder against you, skin slapping your own skin, and his hands are tightening around your wrists so hard that you know there'll be bruises there, and you feel him cum inside you, the head of his dick twitching against you, warmth leaking out of you as his heavy weight stays pressed on top of you.

You black out, and when you wake back up again, you find yourself in your bedroom at home, the glass of your window shattered. You assume your assailant had to break and enter to drop you off home.

#corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham smut #corey cunningham #halloween ends #halloween ends x reader #halloween #smut #ask #anon #requests

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pedi-bug · 7 months

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I once again have another terukaneaoi au (I love these losers so much) it's a camp au with a bit of a twist. (not really tbh)

It's the summer of 89 and all the parents are excited to send all their children to summer camp, which Aoi and Teru happened to get sent to (Kou comes along as well but is quickly separated by Teru because of his age, the camp is massive and is divided up by grade school, middle school, and high school) Aoi and Teru both have a goal set in mind, both don't quite know each other despite going to the same highschool but both are determined to kill one of the high schoolers in there camp and choose the same target, Akane.

Teru has a messed up mind, he's sadistic and violent and he hides behind a carefully built facade of a kind and thoughtful person so he can keep others from suspecting him, he's an exorcist, he's exorcised humanoid supernaturals, and he's always wondered since a young age what it would be like to kill one of his kind, the kind he has to protect. Aoi is the same way, she parallels Teru even if they are different in ways, she's watched horror movies, never seemingly reactive to them, she used to kill small animals and scrap them in an empty book when she was a young child. Her mother seemingly worried sent her to therapy and pressured her to be normal, she needs to kill something bigger, her curiosity is simply too much to handle and she wonders if they will react the same way when killed like in the movies.

They figured camp would be the perfect place to kill someone at, and so they chose carefully, meticulously, as after day one they decided Akane was the perfect target. He seemed quite quiet and reserved and they quickly tried to become closer to him, and tried to get him to trust them, (Teru and Aoi bumped heads many times, sharing glares as they begged for Akane's attention) They quickly realized he might have not been the best target, he was suspicious and wary of them, on the border of disliking them (although he was more fond of Aoi) he was very helpful and usually a lot of people were talking to him or asking for help, he was constantly surrounded by people, going back and forth to people. He was athletic and a lot stronger than they expected (They were both sure he'd be quite tricky to kill, but both thought a challenge could be fun)

So, they both kept trying, they eventually became a known trio within the camp, Teru and Aoi started trying to attempt to murder him many times without him knowing but withdrawing because the two were becoming quite attached to him.

#this au sounds confusing to me but i like it #lots of ideas for this one #kou definitely caught teru trying to murder akane once and he was forever traumatized #thank god akane shares a cabin with lemon instead of teru #also in this au teru and aoi kinda hate each other because there inner monologue is kinda like 'your in my way #teru shares a cabin with natsuhiko though so hes always annoyed on the inside #the description to why teru and aoi want to murder someone is kinda long because i want to give them a reason why because it sounds stupid #to be just like 'they want to murder someone just because they can'#tbhk #jshk #teru minamoto #aidairo #akane aoi #aoi akane #terukane #kou minamoto #aoikane #teruaoi #terukaneaoi

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yanderes-galore · 1 month

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I have an idea of what you did for Yan!Satoru vs Yan!Sukuna (ft. Yuji)

Basically, Yuji is still at risk of being executed (because it is Sukuna’s vessel, blah blah blah)

So to make sure he can get the Reader for himself, Satoru will make Yuji eat Sukuna’s fingers as soon as he finds them.

Yuji would reluctantly accept, because that’s what was planned from the beginning for him to eat those fingers. But he doesn’t want to leave the reader alone.

Yuji could increasingly avoid the Reader for fear that Sukuna will have more control over his body as he regains power

Of course, the Reader is very worried about Yuji (they don’t want to lose him)

Before absorbing the last finger, Yuji is tied, as at the beginning of the manga. With Sukuna having an even stronger influence, Satoru does not take the risk that once the 20 fingers are together, Sukuna can go wild and steal the Reader to have it just for him.

Satoru could tell the Reader that he cannot postpone Yuji’s execution forever and that he has a lot of pressure to get it done quickly. (While in reality, he is eager for it to be done, Yuji’s sacrifice being necessary to get rid of Sukuna)

Yuji could silently beg Satoru so that it doesn’t end like this. But Satoru’s love for the Reader is stronger than his affection for Yuji (yes, for me Satoru has some platonic affection for Yuji)

Satoru would ask Yuji to give way to Sukuna one last time, he wants to see life disappear from his rival’s eyes.

Of course, Sukuna as usual provoked Satoru. And Satoru ends up killing him with a smile on his face.

After doing everything so that Sukuna cannot return. The loss of Yuji hits Satoru hard.

He will therefore find the Reader, while he still has Yuji’s blood on him, even on his face.

The reader is horrified by what Satoru did to Yuji, but Satoru tells them that he had no choice. That it was long expected that Yuji would die and that he had been given this task, since he had delayed the execution.

Seeing Satoru’s distressed air, the Reader makes the mistake of taking him to console him, because he feels pity for Satoru.

Satoru smiled at this gesture. Now he will have the Reader to himself, and no one can take it away from him.

Well, there are probably things to embroider and add, but that’s the general idea I have in mind (I translated with reverso, so it must sometimes be weird as a sentence, sorry)

Oh, and this is the first time I’ve really thought about something about Yandere, so I hope it’s okay

These are some good ideas :D

Posting this for others to see :)

#panther ideas for later

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yunhobug · 1 year

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Seonghwa SFW Alphabet

seonghwa x gn!reader

w: none, just tons of fluff really This is a late birthday post but it's okay!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I think Hwa would be super affectionate

loves cuddling, holding your hand, hugs, literally everything

all of this happens in private though, I think he’s a bit more cautious with PDA due to his job so he would probably stick to small forms of affection in public like hand holding or linking arms.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s a friend you only just met and somehow you feel like you’ve known him your entire life

He’s a bit more shy and reserved as a friend but loves to go out and do things!

“Let’s go to the mall!”

After the hangout right before he drops you off you just sit in the car in front of your house talking for another two hours, it was during one of these talks he confessed to you

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

LOVES LOVES LOVES TO CUDDLE

you wouldn’t even have to ask him twice he’s ready to hold you

likes when you drape yourself over him with your head on his chest

def the type to rest his chin on your head

loves to cuddle while watching shows and movies the most

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I definitely see Hwa as one of the more domestic members of Ateez

He want to settle down with you for sure!! but I think he would want to go at a slower pace than the other members might

I think he would want to move in together quickly but marriage and kids won’t happen for some time

He’s really good at cleaning, this much we know

cooking is something he struggles with a bit more but he can follow a recipe well!!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

I think this would be incredibly difficult for him. I see Seonghwa as someone who is very in tune and concerned about the feelings of the people around him.

Having to break up with you, knowing it would hurt you literally kills him.

He would probably meet you in person in a private place and tell you everything honestly.

He’d probably cry with you and you guys could probably end things without any hard feelings

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Going along with the domestic one, Seonghwa craves commitment and consistency

He loves the idea of marriage and knows he wants to get married, Hwa is a romantic and looks at most of his relationships with that end goal in mind. He doesn’t date around too much

That being said he wants to take things slow and be able to focus on his career as well.

Def the type to get you a promise ring, so you know he wants to propose in the future!!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

insanely gentle!!!

Seonghwa tends puts your emotions and feelings first, it’s part of his protective nature

he works hard to make sure you live comfortably and knows just how to cater to your needs

man’s would beat him self up if he knew he ever hurt you both emotionally or physically

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Like I mentioned above, this boy just loves to hold you

He’s super warm and hold you so tight sometimes it’s overwhelming how much love he gives

the type to squeeze you tight and rock you back and forth

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Definitely says it sooner than some of the other members, probably about two-three months in. Seonghwa picks his partners wisely and when he knows he knows

He makes it clear to you though that he doesn’t expect you to say it back.

He understands it’s earlier than most and doesn’t want to pressure you in anyway

He just wanted you to know how he feels!!

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Very Jealous!!

He’s definitely one of the more jealous members ‘cough’ Joong ‘cough’ yunho

I could see this beings the cause of some fights and arguments early on

It comes from a place of concern and care, he just loves and cares about you so much that the thought of seeing someone sweep you away makes him upset

he knows you’re a catch!!

when he does get jealous he tends to stay closer to you and becomes a bit more touchy and affectionate so the other person knows who he is to you

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You get two kinds of kisses with him

either soft pecks that he likes to place all over your cheeks and nose before pecking your lips repeatedly or

deep open mouth kisses, they typically aren’t super messy, not a lot of tongue or anything but you truly feel all of him

likes to hold your cheeks to tilt your face up to him

loves when you kiss his bare shoulders and the back of his neck, picture you waking up in the morning and he’s standing shirtless in the bathroom

loves when you come up behind him and litter his shoulders in kisses, it tends to boost his confidence about his own body

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He loves children! There’s been multiple instances where we’ve seen his reaction to children

but i always think of that picture of Hwa, Joong, and Wooyoung all kneeling around that little girl and Hwa literally has the biggest smile on his face!

He’s really good with children though he tends to spoil them a bit

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Definitely on the quieter end

on the mornings he can spend with you i see it going two ways

One being incredibly lazy, you guys stay in and cuddle till noon and make a nice breakfast together

he brings you coffee or tea to warm your body up

an early morning sunday cleaning day

wakes you up with loud music playing like your mom used too, you know as soon as you hear the speaker turn on what’s about to go down, don’t worry too much though he’ll definitely reward you for your hard work;))

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Loves to stay up and do things with you, whether it be bingeing episodes of some drama, playing card games or making cookies, these are some of the moments he treasures the most

You guys have matching pajamas and he likes to do skincare together!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I see Seonghwa as someone who tends to open up quickly without realizing he’s telling you his entire life story, he likes to talk when he’s comfortable!

He cares about you and trusts you quickly, so he tends to share easily, though I could see him getting a bit insecure if you don’t do the same

Though he feels better about things as soon as you guys have a discussion about boundaries and trust

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He head a lot of patience, I think you have too in order to be an Ateez members

it’s part of the qualifications

THOUGH HE IS AN ARIES SO

i think he gets frustrated and irritated quickly but rarely gets full on angry

he just needs some cuddles and quiet time and he gets right back to his happy self

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Literally everything

Seonghwa is so incredibly attentive it surprises you sometimes

Not only will he remember the big things but he makes note of all the passing comments you make

The name of that coworker you don’t get along with is embedded in his head, how you don’t like foods with too much sugar will always come to mind when buying you snacks

He just thinks about you all the time

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Tying back to what I said during the “nights section” he likes to have home dates with you

His favorite one has to be the night you guys got a little too tipsy and tried to make a cake, the keyword being tried

that moment is probably tied with time he came home and saw you talking on the phone with his mom, you two were just talking about your days but he truly never felt more in love then

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

So protective!!!

He loves being your knight in shinning armor

He truly hates the idea of someone upsetting you and works hard to help keep your mind in a good place

I think he would also really like the same attention back, knowing that you’re looking at for him puts his heart at ease

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

this ties into his attentiveness, He knows just what type of dates and gifts you like, are they big displays of affection? he’ll make a whole show, would you prefer something small? only you two will ever know about it

he likes to plan dates out, so even though you may live together and hang out all the time he is still going to plan a weekly date night

Seonghwa loves to wine and dine so expect some pretty nice dates

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Hwa can get incredibly self conscious and insecure, this can cause quiet a few issues

like the fights around jealousy, he stops thinking he’s good enough for you

or he may think he’s putting in way more effort than you and gets upset

as long as you guys are honest with each other this usually can be fixed with a long conversation

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Seonghwa likes to look good for you

after some time he doesn’t put in an insane amount of effort like in the beginning, but he still likes to dress up for you

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

I want to say yes, He really struggles to be without you and has a hard time when you guys are apart

especially when he goes on tour

the thought of you being apart forever ruins him

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Seonghwa loves to watch you indulge in you’re interests

You love reading? well let’s go to the bookstore right now! you like a certain video game? well he could sit and watch you play for hours

it warms his heart to see you enjoy your life so much

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I think Seonghwa wouldn’t want to be with someone who was too mean

He hates people who judge others too quickly

This boy is just so full of love and would want to be with someone who has a ton of love too

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Seonghwa loves to cuddle but not to sleep, it’s a bit too hot and constricting for him

He’s a pretty quiet sleeper and doesn’t move around too much

and he always likes to wear warm matching pajama sets

#honeyslibrary #ateez #ateez reactions #boyfriend ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez x reader #park seonghwa #park seonghwa x reader #seonghwa #happy birthday seonghwa #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa reactions #seonghwa scenarios #park seonghwa reactions #park seonghwa scenarios

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topguncortez · 2 years

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Okay, I cannot tell you how much I love your Jake x shy!wife fics! It's a lot. There are no words for how good they are. Yes, I am addicted.

I was wondering, if you have the inspiration and time, could you maybe write something for them where she is the one comforting Jake?

No pressure at all, I completely understand if you don't want to, and feel free to ignore this xx

Lots of love and many hugs to you xxx

pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x shy!wife warnings: broken bones, mentions of surgery, mentions of injuries. masterlist || opposites attract masterlist || whumptober ||

It happened quickly. Jake had turned around for a split second to tie Ella's shoe when he heard that sickening crack followed by a loud, ear splitting cry. Jake had turned around quickly, his green eyes searching for the source of the cry, when he found his three year old on the ground in tears.

"Oh my god," Jake said, and quickly ran to him, "Eli, what happened?"

"I fell!" Eli sobbed and Jake felt like he was going to vomit at the awkward angle his son's arm was bent. He heard another thud next to him, and saw as Alex landed on his feet, jumping out of the tree house.

"I told him not to jump! I said, 'use the ladder, Eli' and he said 'Eli jumps' and I said-"

"Okay, I get it," Jake said, shushing his nine year old, "Oh buddy, we have to go to the doctor. Your mom is gonna kill me."

"I want momma!" Eli sobbed.

"Yeah, me too," Jake said, and carefully picked his son up, careful not to jostle his arm too much, "Alex, grab your sister and help her into the car."

Alex nodded and grabbed Ella's hand, taking her to the car. Jake walked through the house, grabbing his keys, wallet, a pillow for Eli to rest his arm on, some ice, and his blanket. Jake was trying to keep from panicking as he placed Eli in his carseat in the brand new Ford Explorer he bought once they found out the were expecting twins.

"Hey Siri, call 'Dollface'" Jake said, while stopped at a stop light. Jake felt some relief as she answered on the second ring.

"What's up, Jake? I'm in the middle of a-"

"Eli fell and broke his arm," Jake rushed out quickly. Y/N waited a beat before answering.

"Where are you headed?"

"Memorial, can you come quickly? He keeps asking for you," Jake said, and Y/N could hear the screams of her youngest. Y/N frowned and put a hand on her growing belly.

"I'll be there when you are,"

"Thank you, sweets."

Jake drove as quickly as he could, trying to soothe Eli from the front seat, while keeping his eyes trained on the road. Ella couldn't help but tear up at the constant sound of her little brother crying. Alex had leaned forward and given Ella a snack and told her to be brave. When Jake arrived at the hospital, he very carefully took Eli out of his carseat and tried to shush his tears. He let out a sigh in relief as he saw her car in the lot. Y/N stepped out of her car as she spotted Jake and the kids.

"Hey little loves," Y/N smiled, "Oh my baby boy."

"Mommy," Eli sobbed and reached out for his mom. Y/N was careful of his arm and didn't say anything but walked right towards the doors of the hospital. Jake felt his heart drop as she walked away.

'She's mad at me. She blames me for this. This is my fault,' He thought as he took the older kids hands and walked into the hospital.

"Sweets?" Jake called out and Y/N gave him a look before she was taken back with Eli into the ER, "Can I go with them?"

"I'm sorry sir, not with the other children," A nurse said, stepping in front of Jake.

"That's my kid too!" Jake said, feeling himself get angry. He wasn't sure if it was anger or fear that was coursing through his veins. But all he wanted to do was be with his family.

"We'll update you when we can," The nurse said, "Please, take a seat."

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Y/N was reading a book to Eli when Jake knocked on the door to their hospital room. She looked up and smiled at her husband as he brought in a teddy bear and some balloons. Eli's eyes were tired as he looked at his dad, but snuggled in more to his mom, pushing his tiny face into her growing bump.

Jake had called Rooster to come get Ella and Alex around dinner time, filling him in on what happened. Eli had to have surgery to fix the bone in his arm. He would have his cast on for about 3 months, and then they would come back for a follow up. Three months Jake would have to be reminded of the time he turned his back on his son.

"He hates me," Jake sighed, and sat down in the chair next to him.

"He doesn't hate you," Y/N said, and ran her hand through Eli's blonde locks.

"Okay. . . then you hate me," Jake said, looking at his wife.

"I don't hate you, either Jake," Y/N giggled softly, "Accidents happen. I shouldn't have just walked off, I'm sorry, but I knew that he was in pain and needed to be seen."

"It's my fault," Jake put his head in his hands, "If I hadn't turn around to tie Ella's shoe. If I had just been watching him a little closer-"

"Remember when Ella fell off the back of the couch and split her chin? And I called you in tears from the back of the ambulance with Ella in my lap and Alex asking the paramedic a thousand questions. Do you remember what you told me?"

"Kids will be kids, they'll break a bone in the morning and be running by the afternoon," Jake smiled, remember the words his mother had told him once, "It still doesn't make me feel better about all this."

"It's a parent thing. We'll never not feel guilty for our children getting into accidents. But, Eli is healthy and happy, and all fixed up," Y/N kissed the top of her son's head, causing him to peak his head up, "Show daddy your cast."

Eli gave a shy smile as he lifted up his right arm, showing the red and black cast he got.

"And what did Mommy say can happen?"

"Daddy and the Daggers can sign my cast," Eli mumbled.

"Can daddy give you a hug?" Jake asked him, and Eli nodded. Jake got up from his chair and walked over to the side of the bed Eli was on. Jake hugged his son tight and kissed the top of his forehead.

"I'm sorry I scared you, daddy."

"It's okay buddy. I'm just happy you're all better now."

#top gun #top gun imagine #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun maverick imagine #top gun maverick fan fiction #hangman #hangman imagine #hangman fan fic #hangman fan fiction #hangman x reader #Jake seresin #Jake seresin x reader #Jake seresin imagine #Jake seresin fan fic #Jake seresin fan fiction

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maxphilippa · 6 months

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lookie i did a mario au with limited knowledge haha... look. estella

her backstory will be under read more i guess-

Rosalina in canon doesn't have much of a story except for the story she tells the lumas, which technically are like her children considering what happened with them. The main ideas I was having yesterday before designing her were Rosalina going through an very VERY emotionally expensive arc to then end up becoming who Estella is

Estella is similar to Estrella which means star on spanish so you can kinda can guess what this direction might be like, in a way (?)

So I'm thinking that the reset, despite it being something that Rosalina got adapted certainly quickly and wasn't too worried about it considering all of her years being alive and her power, the whole disaster and the events themselves did leave her a bit more paranoid that expected instead in this one. And with a bit more I mean by a lot. Being used to a journey of losing what she loves, her feelings and uncertainty grow as a result, add to that the fact that she's feeling a much more bigger sense of protectiveness over the galaxy, especially for those who she met.

In fear of being alone and adding the slight paranoia she was going through, Rosalina ended up stopping with her coming to home every 100 years plans and decided to focus on trying to make sure that nothing else like that happened again.

With emotions acumulated, her physical form suffers from change, although it isn't a good change. The stress and certainly the pain she has been feeling for a while took the best of her, add that to her loneliness, and it was like a combo.

Of course she had the lumas, but they were like her children. But she also didn't want them to be worried about how she was, she was supposed to be there for them, and didn't want them to worry.

At the end, it didn't do her any good. Her body changed and changed and so did her mental state. She became more and more scared, doing everything to stop any threat, making sure that if given the case, bowser doesn't try to do any of that (though it is... VERY unlikely), but her feels pile up and she's feeling like she's dying. Why, she can't tell.

Her love for life and the beings that were there was so strong that it kept her going, but it was also killing her emotionally so to speak.

At one point, Estella couldn't do it anymore, weakened by her feelings and stress, by the amount of power constantly being used to protect everything, the goddess was being too rough on herself and didn't realize her limits.

She felt so... alone. But she knew she wasn't. But it was a different type of alone. The lumas were all she had now, and so was her newest friend, but she couldn't bring herself to express those worries. She was a protector. She can't just let her guard down at all.

And she pushed them away with that thought in mind.

And it got so bad to the point in which her body. Started "breaking" itself. Giving up in the way a star would.

She didn't know what to do at all and didn't want others to worry. But if she somehow got into a terrible state, how is she going to be there for them?

She's scared.

She has given herself such pressure when it should've never really been like that on the first place. She was already strong. She was aware that the Lumas were following a cycle. But one can only hold onto hope so much before they break down.

Now basing this from the whole "Rosalina was also a princess back in her place" theory, I think that even if the Lumas did comfort her in her most vulnerable moment, losing her mom and then not being able to communicate with her dad and brother really made her feel worse in the end.

She can't afford losing anyone again.

And that fear, pain and stress almost leaded her to, practically experience what Lumas go through.

Her body breaks, yes, it was giving up due to all of what was going on. The cracks can be seen on her face and everything, and that alarms her a lot.

And so, she realizes that she needed some time. She wrote some letters, sent them, and told the Lumas the truth at the very end.

And she ended up in a slumber so she could either recover, or go through it finally.

As to how much time she was in slumber it's unknown, but things changed a lot.

Star dust started to fuse with her body, star dust from The Lumas who cared for her more than anything, in order to make sure she was safe and healthy again. Which time, her body started to recover, the cracks leaving scars, sure, but recovering. The love of the lumas, her kids, gave her strenght and made her feel like she was going to genuinely be okay again.

One way or another, her family was going to be there with her, always.

And when she was back, everything about her look changed.

For the good.

Long and lovely hair that was taken care of, a star crown, comfortable clothes, the sparkles in her skin, everything about her. And she felt at peace. But she started crying once she processed all of it.

She was alone, but not really.

The Lumas wanted her to be okay. To feel safe. To feel loved. That she's enough. That things will be okay.

She would never really be alone again. But they sacrificed their cycle/life for her. All because of her fear for them to get hurt.

And now they're there with her.

After realizing all of that, Rosalina decided to go by the name of Estella, in memory of the Lumas that she loved so much and now were a part of her.

And now she's still doing her duties. With confidence and always with company despite everything. And yeah.

#mario galaxy #super mario galaxy #super mario bros #mario bros #mario bros au #mario bros estella au #estella au #<- i guess-#rosalina #mario bros rosalina #max does art

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amirsirwrites · 2 years

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Hi! I have a request! >:)

Tf2 mercs x GN!Reader who is selectively mute because of something that happened in the past, the reader only communicates by writing in a notebook or sign language. Then ONE DAY, the merc does something nice for the reader. The reader, all of a sudden, speaks and thanks the merc! (I think you alr did something like this with Scout but shhh)

Hi, anon! Sorry for the long wait. I've finally finished it and I hope you enjoy reading it! Also, yeah, I kinda did do something like this for Scout but it's alright hehehe :)

Mercs with selectively mute S/O that speaks for the first time ❤️

Requested

Mercs x GN!reader

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Scout :

He was so eager to learn sign language when he found out that you use it. Being a quick learner, he got a good grasp on signing very early into your lessons. He enjoys signing with you and often tells you lots of jokes through it. He makes you laugh a lot when he teases or makes fun of the other mercs in front of their faces by using sign language. He asked a lot of questions about your selective mutism so you told him all about what happened in the past and it had him crying a little bit. He wishes he could hear you speak but he doesn’t mind if you never do. However, one day when he randomly gave you a compliment like he usually does, you kissed him on the cheek and said, “Thank you, sweetie.” He freaked out and hugged you immediately, showering you with praise and kisses. “Holy shit, toots! This is amazing!”

Soldier :

He’s always been very understanding and learnt sign language so you can communicate with him properly. He’s not great at signing himself but he still tries it because he thinks it’s really cool. You’re always happy to help him improve. Honestly, he’s never thought about you actually speaking. It’s not that important to him since you two can communicate just fine. However, one day during battle, Soldier swooped in with a rocket jump and quickly saved you by killing the enemies around you. You walked up to him, gave him a kiss and whispered, “Thanks, soldier.” He welcomed you and charged back into battle, not realising that you actually just spoke. Only after the battle was over did he stop and realise what you did. He then ran up to you and picked you up, twirling you around excitedly and kissing you, “I’m proud of you, private!”

Pyro :

They were already well-versed in sign language before you two met since they can’t really talk through their mask and need a different way to communicate with people. You two got along straight away the second you met, bonding over sign language. They’ve never asked to hear you speak and they expected that you might never want to and they’re totally fine with that. You had other plans though. When you two were relaxing together, Pyro made you a flower crown and put it on your head, you smiled and said softly, “Thank you, dear.” They were so surprised and pulled you into a big hug, speaking back excitedly, “MMPH! MMMPHM MPHM!” They then gave you lots of mask kisses.

Demoman :

You were honestly surprised at how well he was able to learn sign language when you were teaching him, considering how he’s drunk during almost all your lessons. He likes to try and sign with you but when he’s drunk, his signing is.. a little sloppy. Knowing that your mutism is a touchy subject that holds trauma for you, he has never really asked you questions about it and he definitely doesn’t expect you to speak. Imagine his shock when you said, “Thanks, love.” after he brought you breakfast in bed. He gave you lots of kisses and cuddles. He really loves your voice but he won’t ever pressure you to talk more. The fact that you felt comfortable enough to speak a bit with him had him tearing up. “This is the best day of my life, laddie.”

Heavy :

Since he’s still in the process of learning sign language, you talk to him by writing in a notebook. When he found out why you don’t use your voice to talk, he went straight to Medic to find out more about your condition and what he should and should not do around you. A basic summary that Medic gave is that he should make sure that you feel comfortable and calm always so that’s what he did. Heavy is very gentle around you. He’ll be checking in on you constantly, giving you little kisses here and there, and giving you massages if you’re stressed out. The possibility of you speaking hasn’t really crossed his mind since he’s more focused on just making you feel super comfy all the time. Well, he’s in for a treat. After he gave you one of his usual massages, you held his hand and spoke, “Thank you, honey.” He was shocked but after a few seconds, he wrapped you in his arms and whispered, “Little Y/n can speak. I am proud.”

Engineer :

You can bet this man became fluent in sign language a few days after meeting you. I mean, he does have 11 PhDs after all. When he’s talking to you, he likes to use sign language but if you want him to, he’ll use his voice. When he learnt that you can actually speak and just choose not to, he knew right away that it was because of past trauma. He has never asked you any questions about your mutism but he has told you that if you ever want to talk about it, you can approach him and he’ll listen. One morning, after he made you a cup of tea, you took it and smiled, “Thanks, Engie.” He stared at you in awe for a few seconds before smiling and pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re welcome, darl’.”

Medic :

Having a literal medic as your boyfriend has its perks, one of them being therapy. Yeah, you thought that he only knew how to be a surgical doctor but much to your surprise, he’s a great psychologist. He knew sign language before you met him and when you did meet him, he could tell you had selective mutism on the spot. With your permission, he helps you in your journey of overcoming your mutism by teaching you relaxation techniques and how to have good stress management. You also slowly work out your past trauma with him. After one of your sessions with him, you gave him a hug and whispered to him, “Thank you, doc.” He had proud smile on his face as he hugged you back. “You’re welcome, mein Schatz.”

Sniper :

Not long after you two met, he asked if you could teach him sign language and you gladly accepted. He talks to you by signing almost always because he just finds it more relaxing than using his voice. He appreciates the quiet so what better language to use than sign language. He has never brought up the topic of your mutism and has never thought about it. He’s the kind of person that prefers to leave trauma in the past and just focus on the present and the good things in life. The first time you speak to him is after he saved you in battle by sniping someone who was trying to kill you. You rushed up to him after the battle and kissed him, saying, “Thanks, boo.” He was flustered after that, rosy cheeks and stuttering voice, hugging you like there was no tomorrow.

Spy :

He thinks that sign language is quite elegant. Using your hands to talk? He finds it beautiful and impressive. He picked it up in a month or two and uses it mainly when he’s complimenting you. He’ll sign things to you like, ‘You look stunning, dear.’ He knows that your mutism is caused by trauma so he’ll often remind you that if you ever need a listening ear, he’s there for you. He doesn’t mind if he never gets to hear you speak, he just wants you to be happy and comfortable. He definitely didn’t expect you to suddenly speak up after he gave you one of his usual compliments. He kissed your forehead and signed to you, ‘Looking lovely as ever, darling.’ You blushed, replying back, “Thanks, you look lovely too.” He gasped softly and smiled, “Mon cœur…” He hugged you, giving you a small kiss.

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'Mein Schatz' - My sweetheart (German)

'Mon cœur' - My heart/love (French)

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 11 months

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Mission accomplished

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ N o t e ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ this was requested by @princeinsomniavoid. Thank you so much for the amazing plot and for helping me with the proofreading. You are amazing 💖 Reblogs and comments are very appreciated 💖

Plot: Leon and the reader work for Umbrella. The reader hates their job because they were being trained to be a field agent kind of like Leon but ended up being heavily injured in a training exercise. Very sardonic and full of sass they walk around using a cane now with their job being similar to Hunnigan. Leon gets into some trouble during his assignment and with the help of the reader, he manages to get through. The Reader has to semi-begrudgingly help him out because they do care about Leon but find it a little hard to show it. Who knows, maybe when Leon gets back to the HQ they'll kiss or something :).

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A gentle summer rain turned into a thunderstorm quickly.

Y/N was sitting at their desk, wearing a headset much like Hunnigan's. Their attention was directed at the monitor in front, which displayed the activity of a field agent. Their job was to watch the situation and help the agent fulfill his mission.

It was late, so late that they could barely keep their eyes open. Near them, there were a few cups of coffee, some empty, some with a little liquid in them that ran cold except for one that was fresh. They liked their coffee hot. When they felt another wave of fatigue hit, they quickly took a sip of the hot beverage.

An assignment shouldn't take this long, but the Government loves to give Leon the toughest missions. So they were stuck on that chair until he returned home. Normally another agent can replace them, but for reasons only known to them, they refused to be replaced.

"Condor One to Roost, do you copy?" A familiar voice said through the microphone that made them flinch.

"Roost to Condor One, I copy. What's your situation?"

The first instinct was to scold Leon for being out for so long, but the mission was already hard. He didn't need more pressure.

"I got the papers and the sample. Man, these mercenaries are no joke."

"Did you really expect to get an easy mission?"

"A man can only hope."

Y/N chuckled, and with a few clicks, he found Leon's current location.

"I see you found a safe place."

"Not exactly. I found this weird, wooden piece, and my guts telling me it belongs here."

"I don't think you have time to play with toys, Kennedy."

"Just trust me, ok? Condor One out."

A moment of silence followed, during which Y/N took another sip of the coffee. What an agent like Kennedy can do with a wooden toy is beyond him, but he has faith in his unorthodox methods.

"I never understood these villains' obsession with puzzles," Leon said suddenly as he struggled to rotate the wooden piece in front of the light to cast the shadow of an emblem on the near wall. This puzzle was crucial for him if he wanted to advance.

"Neither did I with world domination but here we are. I'm stuck in a chair and you're stuck matching colors and creating shadow animals."

"It's not an animal, it's the family's emblem. Get your facts straight."

Y/N let out a long exhale.

"Please tell me I wasn't stuck here for days just for you to get stuck at some childish game."

"Excuse me, but this kind of stuff requires a lot of precision and I can't quite finish in such conditions."

"I'm so sorry dear. Which troubles you most: the fact that you have an entire clan trying to kill you for stealing their research, or my bitching?"

"Right now, your bitching."

"Can't run away from that, sorry. You'll be stuck with it until you return, I'm afraid."

"Who says I wanted it to end?"

Y/N remained quiet. They didn't know how to respond.

That silence was soon disturbed by some gunshots. If Y/N was sleepy, those sudden sounds sure woke him for good.

"Leon!" They shouted through the microphone.

"Ah, shit! Can't talk right now, will call you later. Condor One out."

The communication ended, leaving them staring at the monitor.

Only an hour had passed but it felt like days. They waited anxiously for Leon to respond. Despite seeing him moving along the map, they still needed to hear his voice for confirmation.

"Condor One to Roost, do you copy?"

"Yes, I copy Leon."

"Good. I solved the puzzle just in time and was able to escape."

"That's good to hear. Are the files and sample still in your possession?"

"Yes. I'm in one piece too by the way."

"I had no worries that it would be otherwise."

"You have so much faith in me."

"I just trust your skills."

"Meaning you have faith in me and care about me. You just don't wanna admit it."

"Do I have to remind you that you're still on duty?"

Leon scoffed and ended the conversation.

They never understood Leon's attitude toward missions. He seemed carefree, sometimes making silly jokes with them and his enemies like his life wasn't in danger. They both share the exact same coping mechanism, which is so strange to them.

"You know, this situation takes me back," Leon said suddenly.

The agent was very talkative during this mission, which was strange because he wasn't talking strictly about the mission. It seemed that he wanted to talk with them, as if he missed them?

"Back to what?" they asked.

"Back to the training days." they heard a couple of gunshots after.

Reluctantly, they moved their hand to their thigh and rubbed it gently. No matter how gentle the touch was, it was still painful.

"How so?" they asked with bitterness in their voice.

"Well, first, I feel like a rookie. I don't know what I'm doing here, and it feels like the first time I've been in combat. And second, this guy I'm with is kinda bossy, and it reminds me of Krauser."

"...Krauser..." That name sent shivers down their spine because it was the same guy who trained them, and it was the same guy who was responsible for their accident. Well, not directly, as his training methods were very unethical and pushed them far beyond their limits.

Noticing that they remained silent, Leon began to feel a little guilty.

"Right, you got injured during his training...sorry." His voice dropped.

"No, it's fine. I'm way past that. And besides, I hated the idea of being a field agent. No offense."

"None taken."

"I like what I'm doing right now, so if you are done reminiscing, I'd advise you to focus on your mission."

“You’d make one helluva agent, you know that, right?” Leon said it genuinely.

“Thanks! Coming from you means something.”

“Oh don’t get all sentimental on me now, you’re gonna make me cry.”

The mission ended successfully as always.

They hurried to greet Leon. Despite not showing it, Y/N deeply cared about him. A slight hunch in their posture, aided by the cane they now heavily relied upon, gave you an air of weariness that matched their cynical demeanor perfectly.

Once they saw Leon they let out a sigh of relief, the weight of the mission finally lifting from their shoulders. Even if he looked perfectly fine, there was no way of telling if the mission affected him or not because he hid it well.

"Bastard..." they thought. His act of hiding his pain is contradictory to them because, by concealing his true emotions, he is presenting a facade that does not reflect his actual state of being, thus perceiving him as a hypocrite.

However, all of that anger was cast away when they and Leon made eye contact. His eyes instantly glimmered and his lips curved into a big smile. They stopped being so tensed as all that rush caused by adrenaline gave way to a moment of calm.

"Hey stranger, come here." He said softly, his voice filled with a mix of gratitude and affection as he pulled Y/N into a tight hug. "We make a great team, you know that?"

"I know, even if you annoy me sometimes." They couldn't help but smile genuinely.

Even if they broke the hug, they remained very close to one another. Y/N was so happy to see Leon alive, and he must've been happy to see Y/N too.

"You should get some sleep, tho." He said as he closed the gap between your bodies.

"Yeah, you too."

Leon reached out a hand and gently touched their cheek. It was a tender, unspoken acknowledgment of the bond they shared. And before they could react, he leaned in, capturing their lips in a lingering kiss.

At that moment, the weight of their frustrations and inhibitions melted away, replaced by a sense of warmth and connection. Perhaps, in the chaos of their lives, there was room for something more—a fragile yet undeniable love that had weathered the storm.

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tractorbeamofwoe · 3 months

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Gabriel Michael headcanons

(AKA lore I just made up) Hi I’m a little bit obsessed with sorry!will actually and especially his character from We Saved a Kingdom and this is also the first thing I’ve written and posted for this fandom so enjoy I guess ok bye <33

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Gabriel loves animals, literally spends hours outside in the castle gardens scattering seeds and nuts in the grass in the hopes it would attract birds and squirrels.

Sometimes animals will even come up and eat straight from his hand, which makes him lowkey emotional.

A bird once landed on his shoulder and it gave him such a confidence boost.

Rescues injured animals as well of course. He's nursed a number of rabbits, squirrels, foxes and deer back to health.

I like to imagine Helen reincarnated as a deer that came to eat nuts and berries from his hand once and kept nudging him for attention.

She sort of stuck around and became the resident deer in the castle.

No one really realised it was her until she was down by the river one day and she was sniffing at one specific spot. The exact spot where she left Gabriel as a toddler and the exact spot where he was found again by Thomas.

She even finds a basket in a patch of reeds and carries it in her mouth to her son before dropping it at his feet, as if amazed that the 6’6 prince in front of her was once the tiny 3 year old who fit in her arms.

And Gabriel’s so worried he's not the man she imagined he'd be or that he's not making her proud :((

But she quickly shuts down all those assumptions with various head nudges and face licks

He's so used to his father putting pressure on him to be a certain way that he'd never expect it of other people. In fact he'd actively encourage you to be yourself around him and let you know he's a safe space for you to talk about your passions and fears.

I mean you saw how he befriended Dark Dave with zero hesitation and, even knowing he killed his mother, he accepted him as his adoptive dad

Literally the biggest supporter of his gay dads that man is an ally

Helen HATES Thomas and as she should. When she gets let into the castle she recognises his stuff like his crown and she probably gags

Tries to play matchmaker for her son cause there's no way she's gonna be reunited with him after so long just to watch him be a sad loser.

Basically he just loves all creatures big and small

That being said though I feel like he doesn't want to end up with the richest princess in the land as his father encouraged, because that feels in-genuine and more like a business transaction. I can see him settling down with someone more magical like a witch or a shapeshifter instead (reminds him of Dark Dave)

He'd grab all the ingredients they need for their potions even if he has to go to the furthest swamp or forest to get them.

In return they use their powers or potions to heal any injured animals he brings in.

It's canon confirmed he became a dark wizard after the events of the episode as well so they're a perfect match.

I'd like to think he only uses his newly acquired powers for good, though a villain arc would be something interesting to explore at a later date.

He’s more of a healer than a fighter. The thought of battle terrifies him, no matter how much Thomas tries to beat it into him.

Anxious boy

And yeah Thomas was really rough on him growing up so it doesn’t surprise me he’d have a villain arc.

I don't think he'd be a very good villain though sorry.

Haha 'sorry'

Also goes through an angsty “it’s not a phase dad UGH!” phase

Lord knows where he got his love of theatre from but I think it would be silly if his American accent was the product of a curse placed on him as an infant by Dark Dave as a way to get back at Thomas (aside from, you know, killing his wife)

#Posting this and running #I hope this doesn’t flop because THAT would be embarrassing #sorry boys #wilbur soot headcanons

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coolcattime · 3 months

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Third Time's the Charm: Part 1/3 [Mianite Post Timeline Piece)

Characters: Captain Capsize, Lady Ianite, Lord Dianite

Relationship: Captain Capsize/Lady Ianite (onesided)

Additional Tags: Major Character Death, Major Character Undeath, Suffering, Imprisonment, Lethal Wound, Cruelty, Mocking, Self Confidence Issues, Possibly Unrequited Love

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Dying is an odd sensation. Most people only experience such a feeling once, though the Realm of Mianite is home to more than one person who is an expectation to such rules. It’s no secret that Captain Capsize is one such expectation. She has always kept how exactly each felt a secret, but each of her revivals still stick in her mind, memories that won’t stiff despite all the ones she appears to have lost.

The two revivals where Capsize would die again, and the third where she wouldn’t.

Part One: I Can Hear Her Crying

The pain that spread through her neck was the worst Capsize had ever felt. It was odd. She couldn’t quite process why she was in such pain until she saw the grin on Furia’s face, saw his sword at the end of its swing blood-soaked with only one person it possibly could’ve struck. She reached for her neck, gripping the wound she found that was far larger than her hand. She could barely process what was happening as she stumbled back, her body collapsing under its own weight.

She was dying? No, that couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be her end. She… she hadn’t saved Ianite yet. She wasn’t done yet. She couldn’t be done yet. As she collapsed, she heard the yells and shouts around her, but none of it processed. As she fully collapsed, desperately trying to get back up but finding herself unable, she felt a pressure on her neck. Tom was staring down at her, the emotions she felt reflected back on his face. He was saying something, talking as he pressed down on her wound as if that would have any effect. His words felt like she was hearing them from underwater, not quite reaching her ears. The pressure was quickly fading, though Tom didn’t pause in trying to stop the blood loss. It was just that everything was fading, growing distant.

She was actually going to die. This was it. Her life, cut away in an instant. It felt wrong.

And then she was gone.

Gone for all of a few seconds before oblivion was ripped away from her. There was a very different pressure on her neck as she now stared into the eyes of Lord Dianite. Having all feeling suddenly returned to her after it had ripped away was not pleasant, made all the worse by the fact that she couldn’t breathe.

She struggled against his grip, trying to pry his hand from her neck as she tried to actually process what was happening. She died? No, that didn’t make sense. She was alive. Maybe not for long as the god was currently preventing her from breathing, but she couldn’t have been killed by Furia despite knowing that she had been. But she couldn’t actually put together how such a thing could’ve happened, her actual thoughts consumed by getting the hand off her neck. She wanted to live. She needed to live. If she was somehow alive, she was going to live. She was desperate despite the impossibility of prying away the god’s claws, taking any little breath she could and kicking and flailing as she was raised off the ground. It wasn’t realistic to fight against the strength of a god, but she’d be damned if she didn’t try.

Lord Dianite barely acknowledged the woman squirming in his grasp. She wasn’t going to die, and even if she did, he was in control now, he could bring her right back. What a happy accident this was for him. He listened into his prayer room, listening to Furia’s silly little declarations and the champion’s panic. Neither the guardian nor the champions knew what a prize he had been given by Furia attempting to prove his own strength. What a prize it was that they didn’t. After all, if the champions did know, they certainly wouldn’t allow the situation to stand. He waited for them to leave his temple, knowing the moment they did it would be over for the little pirate. And of course, they did. They had no idea they were leaving the woman they thought dead to her actual death.

Capsize had no idea how long it was before she was dropped to the ground, gasping for air. Breathing burned. She’d felt the pain before, a minor inconvenience when swimming, accidentally swallowing water and having to painfully choke for breath for a few moments. This pain, however, was not just catching her breath. It was at least a minute of painfully breathing as she recovered, though she had no idea if the pain was from just the fact she hadn’t been able to breathe, or due to whatever Furia had done to her neck. Had he actually sliced through it? How was she alive? Lord Dianite looked down at her, waiting for her to finish. What a gift he had been given. Sure, he would’ve preferred Sparklez, but having the precious little captain that his sister loved so much his possession, he could very much settle for that. He smiled when she finally finished coughing and forced herself onto her feet. She had confrontation and defiance on her tongue, only for a horrible, hollow dread to creep in as she noticed a shackle on her ankle, a chain running from it connecting her to the floor.

“What—” She tried to speak, to keep some appearance of strength in front of the god, but her throat burned, and her voice croaked into nothingness unexpectedly, causing her to burst into coughs again. Lord Dianite chuckled.

“Oh, I bet that stings. I really didn’t heal you very well,” He said, clearly taking pleasure in her struggle. He hadn’t particularly cared if he’d left her able to talk, but he was glad now that she could. Her being able to argue back would make this just a little more entertaining. Capsize reached up to her neck, realising her hands were no longer blood-covered despite there not having been a moment where it could’ve been cleaned. She didn’t see herself as particularly easily confused, at least she didn’t before she came to the champion’s ‘Realm of Mianite’, but she couldn’t make sense of what exactly had happened to her. The wound had closed, she could feel that much, but it hadn’t disappeared. It hurt to touch, but it wasn’t the open wound that left her dying on the floor. “Furia did a real number on you. Do you realise, little Captain, you were dead for a couple moments?”

“No, I couldn’t… And what? Are you gonna try and convince me that you’ve brought me back out of the goodness of your heart?” She spat at him, doing what she could to ignore the pain that speaking caused her and the confusion at the whole situation. She wasn’t going to look confused, not when he spoke to her with a tone like she was so far beneath him. She couldn’t stand the condescension that dripped through his words. Little Captain. Being called that bothered her more than she cared to admit, more than it should. An acknowledgement of her lack of importance. Acknowledgement? Why was that the word that came to mind? It shouldn’t be. It wasn’t true. She wasn’t unimportant. Sparklez hadn’t—None of this mattered! She needed to know what he had done to her, what he was planning to do to her. There was absolutely no reason that he should’ve been able to bring her back to life, only Ianite should be able to, so he must be lying, but for what gain? Dianite smiled a wide, unpleasant smile. She hadn’t realised. Of course she hadn’t, she hadn’t had a moment to process. That would make this all the more fun. He stepped closer to her, uncomfortably close. Capsize hated having to look up at him.

“No, nothing so noble, though I’m sure you already knew that. A question for you: do you know what happens when someone is killed in a god’s temple by said god’s follower?” He asked, speaking slowly as if he was explaining to a child. Or perhaps the world itself had slowed down as reality dawned on Capsize. She shook her head, backed away as every thought in her head was rushing to find any alternative explanation. This wasn’t reality. This wasn’t happening. Dianite chuckled at her reaction, making her panic grow all the more, as she knew damn well what his words meant. She tried to hold her composure, having very little success. Her world was falling apart before he spoke again to confirm his meaning, to grind any hope she had left into dust. “Furia made you a sacrifice. Your soul, your very being belongs to me.”

“No! No, I—! I don’t belong to anyone!” She yelled at him as she tried to figure out any explanation that meant his words weren’t true. She couldn’t have spent her whole life devoted to Ianite only to end up the bastard’s plaything because of a single moment. She couldn’t breathe again, her chest feeling unbelievably tight. This couldn’t be happening. Somehow, this wasn’t real. She must’ve been knocked into a nightmare somehow. No. No, she knew she was in reality that obviously, and terribly, this was real. But what did that matter? She had been chosen for the mission to save Ianite. She was not going to let anything stop her. She wasn’t going to let Lord Dianite have control over her life. She just needed to think, there was some solution to this. She looked up with as much determination as she could muster, mostly driven by spite. “And what? You’ve locked me up? I wait a few days and Ianite tells Sparklez where to find me, and the sacrifice doesn’t matter if I’m alive, does it?”

It would only matter upon death, she reminded herself, as long as they freed Ianite before she died again, the situation could be reversed. She didn’t particularly want to be rescued by Sparklez, but she’d bite back her dislike of the man in this situation, she wasn’t irrational. The heat of the Nether was already bothering her, she didn’t particularly want to be stuck in it for multiple days, but she could hold out. She knew she could last long enough for Ianite to get a message through for the others to come and find her. Dianite had to admit, he admired her optimism. She had never faulted in her loyalty to his sister, even when she was replaced by Sparklez. That was the very reason he'd decided to bring her back for the time being. He was curious if this could actually make her snap. Her dying, her soul belonging to him, he knew both would’ve hurt his sister more than enough. But he couldn’t help it, he needed to see what her precious little captain losing faith would do to her.

“Oh, I’m sure you could survive a few days. You’re only under my temple you know, I’m sure if Sparklez was told he could come running and be here in less than an hour if he really tried,” He began to circle her, unsurprised that she didn’t turn to keep looking at him. She could, if she wanted, the chain wasn’t short enough to be that prohibitive to movement, but she was stubborn. She wasn’t playing whatever game he was playing. She stood her ground. She quickly regretted her decision as Dianite tugged her backwards. He’d grabbed her hair, claws digging into her scalp as she was forced to look up at him. She resisted struggling only because she knew he wanted her too. He wanted an excuse to make the experience even worse than it currently was for her. She scowled, staring with burning eyes at the god that she hated. The god smiled. “But, unfortunately for that idea, they’re all leaving. Setting sail as quickly as possible to that ruined little island you call home. So, you’d need to survive not only the days it’ll take for my sister to slowly build up strength to talk to Sparklez, but all the days it’ll take for him to sail back.”

He smiled widely as her eyes widened, riddled with absolute horror. Every fibre of her being wanted to scream, but she found herself completely unable to make noise at all. This couldn’t be real. There had to be some way of this. She couldn’t just be waiting to die. She was meant to live. She was meant to save Ianite. She wasn’t done yet. Her thoughts were screaming, telling her to kick and scream and fight until this wasn’t reality, but her actual body felt lifeless and defeated as the devil loomed over her, chuckling darkly. And why wouldn’t he be laughing? Even if he lost in the end, he would be satisfied in the knowledge that he had taken away his sister’s precious messenger from her.

He tossed the woman to the ground, curious about how long she would last. She’d always been stubborn, had a certain determination that made her a problem. He’d enjoy watching her struggle and fade away. After all, it was a shame that she had originally been snuffed out in just a couple of moments.

“Have fun, little Captain. I imagine these will be your last few days, it would be terrible if you didn’t enjoy them,” And with those words, Lord Dianite disappeared.

Capsize was left utterly alone. Alone in a room formed completely of nether bricks. No door, no direction to tell where the easiest escape route would be. She wasn’t getting out of here by herself, even if she wasn’t chained to the floor. She was already far too warm. There was a biting fear riding up and tightening her throat. She couldn’t—she couldn’t die here like this! She took her coat off, throwing it into a far corner out of where the chain would allow her to reach. Eventually she’d get so hot that she’d become cold, she couldn’t let her coat be in reach when that happened. She stared at the shackle, at the chain connected to it. It barely felt real. She tugged at it.

Nothing happened. Of course nothing happened, it was a heavy metal chain, she wasn’t going to be able to break it with her hands. She didn’t stop trying, though. She tugged, pulled, kicked, doing anything physically possible that could have any kind of effect on the chain.

And nothing happened.

She realised she was breathing too fast, each breath burning in her throat, but she couldn’t slow it down. There was nothing her mind could grip too. Nothing here was safe or comforting. Even if she tried to focus, she wasn’t going to be safe. All there was, was her quickly tightening chest, a completely empty room, and the absolutely terrible heat. Breathing was beginning to hurt again. Was that because of the speed at which she was breathing, or the heat of the air rushing in and out of her lungs? Why was this happening to her? Had she done something to deserve this? Was this a punishment?

“Capsize! Capsize, breathe with me!” Ianite’s voice filled her head, alongside what sounded like calm breathing. Ianite didn’t need to breathe, and it felt overwhelming to have the sound of another breathing suddenly in her head, but Capsize followed them, nonetheless. She wished there was something more physically, even just a hand on her shoulder so she didn’t feel so dreadfully alone. Such a comfort wasn’t going to come. She was alone. That wasn’t going to change. When she finally got her breathing under control, she ended up sitting with her knees pressing into her chest. She felt pathetic. She should be fighting, doing anything she could to escape, but there was a certain numbness to her thoughts. She couldn’t escape this situation by herself. No one was going to find her before it was too late. It felt clear in her head that she was not leaving this room, but she hated how quickly she had allowed defeat to sink into her thoughts, especially as she could hear the panic and worry in Ianite’s words. “Capsize, are you--? I lost track of you for a few moments… I thought I might’ve… Did he hurt you? What did my brother do to you?”

“Furia killed me. I died in the prayer room,” Her voice was weak. She ran her hand across her neck, wondering what the scar she had surely been left with looked like. She’d never get to see it. There was a sharp intake of breath from Ianite, followed by quiet muttering that she wasn’t really listening to. Ianite clearly knew what it meant, that Dianite had taken something that they were in no position to take back. She hated hearing her in distress. It felt so much worse than the frustrations she’d been hearing for the past few weeks. She longed for the frustrations, for the goddess to be begging her to give Sparklez a chance. At least that hadn’t come with the knowledge of her own impending death. “Dianite revived me, locked me up under his temple. Think his plan is to wait for me to die again.”

“No… no!” It was clear that Ianite wanted to say more, she needed to figure out a way out of this situation where Capsize didn’t die. Capsize herself wondered if she was missing something. Maybe she was just pessimistic at this particular moment, but she felt pretty stuck in this situation. It wasn’t as if she was happy about it, frankly she was terrified what dying while her soul belonged to Lord Dianite meant. Was her afterlife going to be robbed from her? It was a sickening thought that invaded her mind. She barely managed to keep her composure that she desperately wanted to keep a hold of. She didn’t need to be calm. There wasn’t a soul in the realm that would judge her for breaking in this situation, but she almost felt the need to be some kind of comforting calm force for the goddess. “I’ll build my strength, tell Jordan where you are. He’ll save you. I know he will.”

“He’ll try, but I’m told the Champions and Skipper are headed to Ianerea. He won’t make it in time. Don’t waste your strength,” She hoped her own fear wasn’t betrayed by her tone. She knew that she was giving up. She didn’t want to, obviously she didn’t want to die, but what she wanted even less was for her brother to find out she’d died twice. Redbeard was stronger than anyone back home had given him credit for, stronger than he gave himself credit for, and probably stronger than she gave him credit for. But she knew, no one was prepared to find their sibling’s corpse, let alone see that they died for a second time. If the situation was reversed, if she found out that she’d accidently left him to this fate, it’d break her. She didn’t want him to suffer like that, not when he was surely already hurting.

“It wouldn’t be a waste! You’re my friend, I am not just going to let you die!” There was a choked sob from Ianite. Capsize felt ashamed. Mostly from the shameful numb pang she had from hearing the goddess refer to her as a friend. She should appreciate the title and the friendship that she had, but nothing was ever good enough for her, and she quietly resented herself for it. She felt even worse that she’d made her goddess cry. So, she tried, she really tried to think of some way anyone could arrive in time to find her alive. And, a clear obvious name appeared in her mind, a tiny burning ember of hope.

“Fox…”

“Firefox?”

“She didn’t come with us. I doubt the others would’ve gone to get her before leaving. If you can tell her where I am, I think there’s a chance she gets here in time,” She didn’t want to put faith in her own words. It’d only hurt more if she let herself believe there was a chance that she’d survive, but she hated the idea of disappointing Ianite. Hopefully Fox would forgive her if she ended up finding her corpse.

“Yes! Okay… okay! I’ll contact Mianite. I… I do not know how long it will take me to build up strength, but I promise Capsize, I am not going to let you die,” She spoke with the same determination as Capsize had about saving her. It was not enough to make the pirate optimistic, another thing she felt unendingly guilty about. Ianite was going to waste her precious strength trying to save her. It was the exact opposite of what was meant to be happening, but even worse, there was a certain happiness within her knowing that Ianite cared enough about her to try and save her. A happy feeling that she wanted to cling to in this terrible moment, but she felt so utterly guilty for doing so. “Please just don’t give up. I will find a way to help you, I promise.”

“I… I believe you, Ia,” She hoped that her voice being so weak wasn’t giving away the fact that she was lying. She considered apologising for the fact that the goddess had to waste any of her strength on her, but she didn’t want to cause any more upset. So, instead she came up with different words. “And thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me Capsize, I… Please pray if you need anything, even just to talk. You know that I am always here for you,” With those words, there was a change in the air that Capsize knew meant Ianite had left her alone. Now it was just her, her thoughts, and the burning Nether heat that she knew was going to kill her.

She could believe in Ianite. That belief was set into her very being. Even in this, the absolute worst of times, she did believe in her goddess. She could believe in Fox. The lass was as good as any of the champions, even if she didn’t get the credit she deserved. There were certainly worse people she could be relying on for the physical act of saving her. She could even believe in herself. She could be stubborn enough to survive for the days it’d take for Ianite to have the strength to speak with her brother. Lord Mianite, though? The god whose own loyal champions admitted to seeing as an absent deity? She’d trust Sparklez before she trusted him.

She was sure this was the end for her. That fact was a lot more painful to admit than she wanted it to be. She was never going to save Ianite, never see her in person again. And worse, she had no idea if she even wanted the others to know of her actual fate.

Redbeard would end up blaming himself. She knew he would, she’d blame herself if this had happened to him. This second death had to stay a secret from him. Maybe when it became clear she wasn’t going to be rescued in time, she’d be able to talk Ianite into keeping this a secret, to keep the others from losing morale. Better they all think she died to Furia’s blade than realising that she suffered. Even Sparklez didn’t deserve that kind of guilt. But was she really going to be able to talk Ianite out of any futile attempts to rescue her?

She sighed at her own thoughts, and kicked the chain connected to her ankle. This was it, the infamous Captain Capsize reduced to a prisoner waiting for death. Someone only pretending to have hope because she couldn’t stand her goddess sounding sad. She felt pathetic. She was an absolute failure. With no energy left, and no ability to do anything else anyway, Capsize curled up on the floor, and began to cry.

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