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anantaru · 1 year

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— telling him “we need to talk”

including childe, gorou, alhaitham, scaramouche x gn! reader

꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff, crack, childe's part is a bit sad, we‘re evil, they're panicking

— childe

"oh! and one last thing." you pause, luring a deep gulp of air through your snagged throat, "can you come over tonight? we need to talk."

correspondingly, childe groggily rubbed his eyes and frowned at the wearisome remembrance of your previous accursed encounter— it just couldn't leave him alone, that constricted gruff of panic.

the words you had spoken out earlier were continuing to peskily repeat themselves through his psyche, again and again— like a virus progressively taking over its host— and it did, wretchedly slow, even after he finished a couple more salient tasks of his work.

did something happen between you both? or did he unintentionally do something he should be aware of but isn't?

nowadays, he had been abundantly occupied with carrying on the crucial duties as the eleventh fatui harbinger, essentially the befalling of the various nations all around teyvat in search of the enigmatic gnosis.

consequently, ajax would go on about balancing his private life together with his work in a notably strategic way. He had always made it a habit to keep the serious out of your relationship, though now he was debating wether or not that was your last straw.

because you see, ajax was convinced you'd actually dump him tonight.

so, well, under those circumstances, yeah, it's fine, he's fine, or wasn't he? after all he couldn't force you to stay, maybe, he's joking, perhaps.

he gave himself a second to rewind his rational thinking in search of a breakout from this state of affairs but instead, a rising silence befell his mind and he couldn't concentrate for the life of him.

by that means, childe was inordinately nervous and a dizzying sense of anxiety had been manifesting from inside out— his breathing too, had become nimble, he felt as if someone had been suddenly suffocating him with a giant plastic bag over his head.

and then presently, there he was.

without a way to escape he was soon trapped in between the door and your body when he closed it shut behind him. You had made him follow you to the living room— your face, without a doubt, undisturbed and calculative which didn't make the appalling situation any better, due to this action his dreadful judgment prevailed over him much more unyielding.

he began to hatch a plot; because if he manipulates his emotions good enough while bamboozling himself over and over that he was in fact, okay, he'll maybe not suffer from an integral cardiac arrest after this blood curdling conversation.

for a brief period of time childe had been wholly iced to the ground, awaiting your voice. You turned around to face him, silence, a long and grueling five seconds of unbroken staring when you in confusion, pucker your brows together, "what's with you?"

he was overcome by a flat sense of both irritation and surprise at how casual you sounded, "w— what?" childe didn't mean to stutter out his words like that, but his voice was still distressfully stricken.

"you seem sick." you note, directly holding your hand towards his face to keep it on top of his forehead, a flicker of concern eroding inwardly, childe winced at that and he bleeds into your touch, it was alleviating and he missed it, "no fever."

your apprehensive tone faded when you hastened to follow up your words, "i'm glad, because there's this thing i need your help with." you press yourself into his body, "it's a present for a family member." with your lips instantly split into a humane smile, you settled to tease him, ruffling his hair a bit.

childe thought this had to be some kind of metaphysical fantasy he had been trapped in the moment he entered your home, could he be hallucinating or did dottore really mix something into his orange juice earlier?

one of the first couple skills he had learned in the fatui was to always keep a clear head, yet right now he didn't have the time to even recompose himself nor did he realize that he‘s been standing in front of you without moving an inch— it‘s as if he was currently deciphering a difficult secret riddle in his mind and wholly forgot about your presence.

ultimately, you had caught up on the panic and the unintentional perpetual twitch in his eyes, "hey." a sigh of relief, so soft yet it brought him to tears, he felt your hand shelter his once more, the tone on his face grew a bit lower and delicate— a little more allayed.

without trying to conceal his worry now, childe responds clearly to you, "i thought i did something." he blurted out— barely, his throat was still clenched and a continuing dread thudded in his heart.

his eyes widened and a light bead of sweat formed just above his browbone. The thought that you might‘ve broken up with him vehemently churned and wrecked a deep havoc in his gut, it almost had him see white of terror.

you saw the glint of fear— the panic, and closed the distance of your bodies, wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him close, "you didn‘t." the sound of your voice seized his heart and he breathed out a shaking heave.

"because you‘re perfect to me."

as an instinctive counter, his eyes squinted a little of a bigger smile and a shadow of boundless solace stamped in his veins. effectively, he can breathe easily now— be that as it may but for childe to purely envision a skid second without you by his side hurt him so much, if the control of his body hadn't been as well trained by him as it was, he'd tremble into your enfold.

"i‘m sorry." you patted his warm, rosy cheek with a kiss, "i didn't mean to make you feel this way." the tepidity of your eyes felt like the sun buzzing on a sweet summer day, "don't apologize." he stated and swallowed hard, returning your hug.

"i love you." he's leaning his face against your head and closed his eyes shut, "i love you too, ajax." a tear— just one, was then glissading down his cheek at your well spoken words, .

— gorou

"gorou, we need to talk, i finally made up my mind."

talk about what? the great weather on watasumi island?

meanwhile gorou nearly lost what little self restraint he had left in his soul— his right ear repeatedly twitching and serving as a bodily response. However, the way he had acknowledged the teeny tiny letter in his hand in the first place— with the disreputable words frumpily scrabbled on top of it with a black pencil, was largely concerning, he realized.

gorou didn't move for a couple seconds and remained by his own company— in silence, now his eyes grew a tone darker, because he was beginning to feel sick to his stomach, precisely the lower area, a stormy tornado of panic exuberantly nagging on the base of his spine.

what was it that he did because there must've been something he had to mess up if you're handling the situation in that precise way.

fundamentally speaking, (and that was the most irritating component in this whole situation) for you, to not say it out right away but rather have a hand written letter sent over to his office— it's ambiguous, everything turned out to be like a complete mess and he was a part of it.

to say he was both bewildered and crushed combined into one heavy ball of perplexing emotions was a restrained statement. Because truthfully, he was on the brink of a mental breakdown, his face was now hiding in his palms while he leaned further into the desk.

"it's over." he's talking under his own breathing, "that must be the case!"

if you have figured out one thing about your boyfriend— it was that he had a habit of talking to himself whenever he was pressurized by an crucial mission or something was simply bothering him.

he (himself) stated that it was an eminent way of analyzing his scattered thoughts and bring down all meaningless components should there be any at hand.

having said that, you would mentally applaud him because gorou was a genius, it was a great way— while not the one that would be of any need to him right now.

he decided to go all out and search for you— from his perspective, there wasn't any other way. Gorou had previously decoded that you must've been at your home by now, his work wasn't far off anyways so he could show up any time— yet unannounced but this was an emergency, he noted.

for gorou there wasn't anything more important than his relationship with you, it was a part he'd protect vigorously, yet if you were to dump him tonight, that's a different story because then he wouldn't know what to do nor how to retaliate.

considering that, he had been vastly comfortable with you to the point that he simply cannot envision a life without you by this side.

so, yes, maybe that's why he was so tense and anxious moving forward to your home. Little does he realize it wasn't quite how he had imagined it because truth was, gorou didn't do anything wrong.

you see, for a while now, you had been greatly pondering with the thought on your living situation, after all, you had been a couple for a long time and moving in together was the next designated step to be taken.

resultantly you had talked about this with gorou, yet only once and the timing wasn't the best either. If it was for him, he had long since forgotten it, in any other occasion he was a great listener and infallibly did his best to memorize whatever important topic you had to say to him.

but as an automatic result of the miscommunication taking place, gorou had visualized how he thought the conversation would end up, it being with you dumping him for good.

on the other side of the coin there was you, so very happy you could barely wait to tell him that you want to finally approach the next step and move in together.

the moment you let him into your home, you, as always, you greeted him with a kind hug which caught him completely off guard, obviously he wasn't expecting it. You knew your boyfriend very much, so when you saw him in the composition he was currently in, you almost gasped out loud by the terror.

his eyes were sunken and he seemed a bit pale, his ears too, were pointing downwards and that frown on him— together with his ragged breathing made you realize that something wasn't on their designated place. "hey." you approach him gently, "did something happen at work?"

his muscles stiffed and he thought about the words he had planned out to say, repeatedly they had thudded into his skull but nothing arose off his throat. You watched him closely and his gaze softened when you decided to hug him once more, this time with your lips ghosting over his ears, "it's okay, you're home now gorou."

"home?" granted, he couldn't place any fault on you for his own too quick thinking or his habits of jumping to conclusion when it came to this relationship, gorou wasn't the most experienced in that peculiar department after all. "our— our home?!"

"yes!" you're quick to show your happiness to him, your eyes glowing with brilliant shades of delight.

"that's what i wanted to talk about, i was busy preparing everything so Ii couldn't visit you in person." you fleetly pecked his cheek, "i hope it was okay to send a letter instead."

gorou was stunned— bewildered, he thought his ears fell off. "wait." he's taking both of your hands in his to make you stare at him, "this it what you wanted to talk about all along?" your brow ploddingly arose at his way of speech, because you were still very much clueless about it all.

"what did you think i was going to say?" at this rate, your conversation would never end anytime soon. gorou fidgetily scratched his neck before he chirped his words out in a blabbering draw no one but you was able to discern.

"oh nothing special, ijustthoughtyourebreakingupwithme." you were rendered speechless— lost of words and you placed a mental sticker in the deepest ends of your brain to get better at spelling things out more clear.

your eyes formed of sadness and you felt bad, trying to soothe your boyfriend in your own ways, "why would i?" you humorously squeezed his cheeks in a strive to delete his troubled expression, smiling in a loving kind, "i'd never do that, ever."

— alhaitham

beyond the shadow of a doubt, becoming the acting grand sage was an astonishingly tedious task for alhaitham to take— and he did not look forward to it.

unquestionably it was apparent that he wouldn't potentially have as much time for you as he previously had when he was the akademiya's renowned scribe. In spite of his new occupation, you undeniably had supported him throughout the first stages as much as you could.

but, lets say, you had felt a bit neglected lately— or to state said emotion in a contrasting light, you were in need of some much required attention from your boyfriend, plain and simple. Of course— and this usually goes without saying but it's not like alhaitham did it on purpose because, by all means, he didn't.

there wasn't anything he'd like to do as much as leisurely resting on his cozy bed with you by his side, cushily enclosed in your arms while you play with his hair and talking about all kinds of topics at hand.

with it becoming worse, it followed that he rarely had time to come over for dinner anymore, sure, you had your own duties to be taken care of but you missed him so so dearly and weren't sure how else to get him to move his unwavering attention from his work to your sweet frame again.

though your approach seemed a bit evil, you realized. but wasn't your creative thinking one of the reasons alhaitham had fallen in love with you in the first place?

to accurately get your plan in motion, you had sent an overly prettily framed letter to his new office— you added your favorite symbols to the paper and used your best-loved colors to have it cross your boyfriends keen eyes the second it would land on his desk.

under those circumstances you had impatiently began to wait at your place for him to get to you. And he did see your letter glowing in midst all the important papers on his desk, bedazzled by your most dearest decorations.

alhaitham slanted his head a bit to the left when he caught a glimpse of it eventually— he was a bit puzzled at first because whenever you did require his cooperation you'd just show up in person. But then again, in recent times he had his hands full of work and you arguably wouldn't even meet him to begin with.

his fingers gingerly opened the fine letter to scrutinize the words at hand, "we need to talk, it's about us."

he was taken aback, very, and caught off balance. He didn't view you as someone who'd send cryptic messages like that one in particular. Alhaitham distressfully rubbed his eyes and placed the letter on his desk above all the other workloads he had gotten delivered today.

upon that, he leaned into the broad armchair and careened his head back, closing his eyes. In that peculiar state he might potentially arrange and categorize his thoughts more coherent. The last thing he would've wanted now was to have your relationship suffer because of his current job.

first, it's dreary, second, it would throw him off completely.

while alhaitham had a dozen more work to finish before he could routinely head home, he decided to go to your place instead to talk it out. In his opinion, pushing back a much needed conversation would only elude his rational thinking skills by a huge mountain of precious time. it would've been obtuse for him to not handle this.

deep wrinkles were forming around his brows when he knocked on your door, his eyes fixated with worry but also irritation. On the flip side alhaitham was also concerned that something might've happened to you without him being aware of it.

another knock and you had lastly opened the door to your home, with a pseudo sad frown on your lips, maybe that was your ticket to great evilness because you did feel a bit wicked for tricking your poor, overworked boyfriend like that.

he doesn't say much, a dreadful silence of a couple minutes had surrounded the atmosphere and the inches in between your frames. A direct steady approach hadn't been found before he decided to speak at last, though heedful. "i saw your letter." he remarked through a clenched jaw.

"you did?" you slowly turned around and simulated to shuffle something out of a drawer in your kitchen— pretending to make a cup of tea for you both. "yes, i did." alhaitham might be many things, but he wasn't stupid, he knew something wasn't adding up, at all.

at first note, there was your body responses, despite your d class acting skills you were still showing emotions that weren't classified as sad nor angered. Second, it felt as if you didn't even know what to say, more thoroughly did you appear to just like him being here because why else were you settling a cup of tea and would you look at this, a few pastries he was sure were freshly bought.

"do you want me to applaud to you?" his voice was dry but despite that it harvested a glint of humor, "for this performance, i mean."

you bit down on the mushy insides of your cheeks before turning around, "i don't know what you're talking about." there you stood with an empty cup in your hand when he resoluted to walk towards you, haltering himself when he reached your body. "you wanted to talk." his hand finds your cheek and banteringly nudges it, "then talk."

you avert your gaze to recollect your thinking, because truthfully you did not expect him to catch onto it that fast— plus, you could also say you didn't think too far ahead into the future as on what to do once he's actually there.

"okay, okay." you dramatically throw your hands in the air, "i pretended to be mad so you'd show up." silence, "because i missed you." before you could hide the embarrassment with your hands alhaitham had swiftly bolstered one of his arms around your waist to pull you into his chest, "I know."

"can you blame me though?" you tried to explain yourself through your shy smiles which he had found so so very adorable, "you're never home." you lay your cheek against his warm chest to reply with a cuddle back and alhaitham sighed out when he beheld your distressfulness— how much he longed for his calm days to return.

"i know." he idly pawed his hand over your spine, "i can't wait to be the scribe again." you quietly shake with laugher at his words, the sides of your lips creasing up, "though i have to admit." you suddenly state while blinking up into his multi colored eyes, "saying my boyfriend is the grand sage doesn't sound that bad."

he's amusingly shook his head and found himself deeply connected in your arms— though being wary of the entire settling of today, alhaitham's sadness resigned back into him, he realizing that the last time he had held you just like this had have been a long time ago.

for this, he couldn't wait to get back to his usual, comfortable life with you again because no matter which position he'd take in the akademiya, he'd never want to place you second under it because it was you who truly gave new meaning to his life.

— scaramouche

working in the shadows had been something scaramouche was practicing his entire life, he‘s as fast-moving as the wind, a split second and he was gone, poof, unforeseen and brief.

substantially, you weren‘t quite sure what made you reach the conclusion to perpetually poke your finger into his hardiness, over and over— to sweetly aggravate him because it’s fun. especially when he had gotten back to you after a long, monotonous day full of his duties to fulfill.

on the assumption that nothing was wrong, kuni, as in any other circumstance, had saddled back into the couch with you next to him— actively observing how you’re casually paging through a couple letters in your hand.

"hey." in the pitch of his voice alone you were capable to discern the fatigue in his body— he must‘ve been especially hard working tonight.

"put the book away." undoubtedly, it was that time of the day again, scaramouche required your unwavering attention because if you aren't handing it over to him right this second, he'd become actually ballistic and sullen, waiting until you notice.

"hm." you do not say much, pretending to have something critical crossing your current state of mind, "what do you mean hm?" he's peeved by your behavior— despite that it piqued his interest.

you evidently weren't drained or disgruntled by his presence, at least he thought you weren't, "is this more important than i am?" scaramouche loftily pointed towards the book in your hand which you then, meteorically closed.

"there is something—" you do not dare to look into his permeating eyes, being panicky stricken you might blow your cover in front of him. Kuni had a way of heeding every so little change in both the articulation in your voice and face.

"there is something we need to talk about— about us."

scaramouche didn't buy it, not even once, you were too perceptible and easy to detect.

what was there to talk about when nothing happened, in the morning you seemed fine, you even gave him a goodbye kiss when he left for work. "really now?" he's sharpening his eyes on you, his chin held up high to throw you off the high in your conversation and most pivotally, to make you all jittery so you‘d eventually slip up.

"yes." you outstandingly flumped back into the velvety cushions of your couch, "we're just so different." - "no we're not." he was right there to cut you off, giving you no room to breathe while also slouching closer to your frame so you‘d look at him.

without beating around the bush, scaramouche decided to play this game with you, though in his eyes, he was way better at this than you could ever be, "but we are." now coming across at him through distinct eyes, you sealed your lips together so you wouldn‘t suddenly burst out laughing.

in a wink of an eye he had edged himself so near to you— with only being a mere couple inches away from banging your heads together, "are you playing games again?" he really wanted to know it now, fundamentally, scaramouche was captivated by this— he never loses and this side of yours would never bore him, not even once.

"maybe." you blurt out bluntly, affectionately wiggling the tip of your nose against his own, "you're a menace." he rolls his eyes and pulls away. with how swift you were to follow him, you put your legs over his lap so you‘d be dotingly enclosed into one another. "don't do that again."

sweet scaramouche— what he didn't show you was that he in actuality shared a concern in result of your behavior. All things considered he was aware you were kidding to rally him up. He thinks your skills were amateurish at best, whimsical, he hoped you were practicing your acting to once really catch him off guard.

"it's so fun though." you brusquely admitted to him with a candid smile while venturing to case your arms around his neck.

if only he wasn‘t so utterly compelled by you he‘d actually be mad for once, yet he only puffs out a warm heave, "i'll get you back for this."

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starlightsalvatore · 11 months

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salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

heyooo - dabbling with a klaus fic hehe - should I do a part two for what they get up to after this? lmk!! and as always lmk what you think :) writing for the vampire diaries is very new to me so any feedback is appreciated!

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: after a deadly encounter with a werewolf, an old ‘friend’ comes to your rescue

word count: 1.3k (short and sweet!)

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, typical tvdu stuff

You shivered as Damon wrapped his blankets around you, gently sitting beside you as he held a blood bag up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully and sucked down rather feverishly. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, those intense blue eyes swimming with more emotion than you’d ever seen.

You softly shook your head, “the only thing you can do for me is to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, Miss Conceited, I’m not looking at you like anything,” he teased and you chuckled though it was immediately followed by a wince as pain reverberated through every nerve ending. “You should get some rest, okay? I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” You nodded as he left, letting out an exhale when you were finally alone for the first time since it all happened. You were putting on a brave face for everyone else, assuring Elena you were going to be okay and making her promise she wouldn’t come by the house for her own safety and you’d kept your goodbyes brief, joking throughout… saying things like it’s a miracle I haven’t died sooner, don’t look so sad, but in reality you were terrified. You weren’t ready, your life felt so... unfinished. You hadn’t truly loved anyone yet or even been loved, things were far too chaotic to even think about having a love life. The furthest you’d ever been from Mystic Falls was a family road trip to Texas for a reunion your parents dragged you to just before they both died.

Your dreams felt muddled, a mix of childhood memories and moments with your friends when shit wasn’t hitting the fan… it genuinely felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you slept and you awoke suddenly unrested and straining to hear a voice on the other side of the door. “You know, one voicemail works just as well as a dozen.” It couldn’t be.

“No…” you muttered as the door opened, shifting to sit upright but failing as you grunted in pain, watching the blonde man slowly walk towards you and settle beside you. “No, this isn’t real, this is a hallucination.”

“I’m afraid I’m very real,” he replied, accent thick as he looked down at you and you poked his arm, stunned to find it wasn’t an apparition.

“Nope, this is- this is Stefan, or Damon and my brain is just playing some really evil twisted joke on me,” you coughed out.

“I’m offended, love. I’ve traveled all this way just to see you and you liken me to the Salvatore brothers,” he said and you blinked a few times as you accepted he really was here. “Playing with werewolves, are we?” he asked, fingers delicately brushing your shirt aside to reveal the mark just above your collarbone.

“Thought it was a golden retriever,” you rasped and he chuckled.

“Your friends downstairs were very adamant in my coming to save you,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Is that what you’re here to do, Klaus? Or are you going to dangle salvation in front of me before making a ridiculous demand?” you asked and he smirked. He always found you amusing, if not annoying at times, there was a point in which you had him completely wrapped around your finger… something you exploited to the benefit of you and your friends whenever it suited you. And he let you, time and time again, because the moments in which you’d allow him to be within your orbit, or accept the countless gifts he left at your doorstep gave him a glimmer of hope that one day you’d let him give you more. He wanted to show you the world, but you’d extinguished any of that hope he’d had by slamming the door in his face the last time you saw each other.

“I’m here to save your life if you’ll let me,” he answered and you almost rolled your eyes.

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, love. I’m just here out of the kindness of my heart,” he said and now you did roll your eyes.

“Come on, Klaus. I know you better than that. There’s no such thing as the kindness of your heart because it’s cold and dead,” you shot back. “What do you want?” Your tenacity with him was always the most intriguing, you challenged him… made him want to be better but unfortunately with you it seemed there was nothing he could do to win you over.

“Perhaps I do want something, the question is if your life is worth obliging my simple request?” he proposed.

“Please do drag this out further, it’s not like I’m on a clock here,” you coughed out.

“I want you to take me up on my previous offer… in exchange my blood is as good as yours,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“My answer is the same as it was then.”

“I’m afraid there’s no door for you to slam in my face, love. Would you really rather die than allow me the honor of showing you the world?” he asked and you didn’t miss the way hurt seeped into his tone, though he was trying his best to hide it.

“Yes,” you answered, voice wavering.

“Perhaps I should let you suffer, consider it a delayed punishment for your continual disrespect,” he said and you chuckled.

“Then go ahead, Klaus. Doors over there,” you said, wincing as you shifted your position. “You never had any intention of saving my life,” you accused and now the hurt was clear as day on his face.

“Do you really think so low of me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t think of you at all.” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he responded and as he stood to leave you’d never been more unsure, questioning if this was the right way to play it. Just as he reached the door frame you doubled over in a coughing fit, leaning over the side of the bed as blood dribbled from your mouth and he felt physical pain at the sight. He was back by your side in an instant, tugging you into him and placing his arm in front of you. “Drink, please.” You looked up at him through your lashes, but he just nodded, eyes pleading with you and you let your fangs sink into the skin of his wrist. With each gulp you felt your energy restore and the pain disappear. As you drank he brushed your shirt aside again to watch the wound heal for himself.

You pulled away but didn’t make any move to leave his lap, allowing him to keep his arms around you for a moment… but just a moment before you leaned back, “three months.” you said suddenly and you saw an emotion you’d never really seen from him… confusion.

“What?” he asked and you smirked.

“You had your terms, I’m negotiating,” you answered and you watched realization settle across his features.

“What changed your mind?” He couldn’t stop his smile from spreading into a grin.

“I was bluffing,” you said and his grin faltered. “Yet, you still gave me your blood without forcing me to comply… maybe that heart of yours isn’t as cold and dead as I thought.”

“I thought you didn’t think of me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Maybe I do. You get three months, no more no less… that’s the deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake and when he grasped it he yanked you a little closer.

“Once we get started you’ll be begging me for more time,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, that’s up to you to prove it worth my time… but that’s all I’m promising.”

“That’s all I need, love.”

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soullessjack · 8 months

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another tally on the “things about jack that have been almost erased by the baby au” is how genuinely fucked up and weird and scary and violent and horrifying he is. the body horror of his existence is so. Palpable.

he looks human, but he still fundamentally is not human, and the thing that separates him from being human or belonging or being normal and loved and accepted without strings attached is his own bloodline. his own family, his own father. the blood that runs through his veins is the blood of the devil and he wasn’t fed it like Sam. the anger and rage and capacity for violence inside him isn’t an ancient curse like it was for Dean. It’s just who he is. It’s his neurology. Jack enters a guilt/grief-induced psychosis so bad he starts hallucinating his own dead evil father who proceeds to say “I’m in your head, your DNA,” and goes on about how Jack’s place with the only chosen family he ever cared for is that of their little pet monster who’s only kept around to kill things for them. And this is his subconscious, remember, these are all Jack’s own thoughts being given a hallucinatory voice.

When jack is first born he doesn’t even register that he’s not a full human. It’s not until he catches dean telling the sheriff that he’s a Nephil and gets stabbed all the way through his entire heart to the hilt of the angel blade and survives, that he realizes he’s Not Normal. Jack stabs himself 18 times with “grim determination,” dedicated to making a wound stay open in his body, but nothing happens. He doesn’t know what any of this is, but he knows it’s dangerous and he’s seen firsthand what he can do, because he sent the sheriff careening backwards into glass when he didn’t mean to do anything more than push her away. He tells Dean he will hurt someone again [whether he means to or not]. And he tells Sam, using his powers is like breathing; it’s a subconscious, physical, neurological part of his system that he cannot (currently) consciously control or stop.

He’s literally a living weapon. These powers of his that hurt people are akin to breathing. His violence and his evil is deep seated and runs through his heart and bleeds out of him. But he can’t bleed the evil out. He can’t escape what he was born into or what keeps him alive. He can’t even live without this nuclear power that ostensibly others him from everyone forever. He’s foaming at the mouth and seizing and fainting and bleeding and going into total systemic failure and subsequently dying as a human because he just isn’t human and he can’t live as one even if he wants to, even if that is a part of him it still isn’t the only part of him. The other half that makes him untrustworthy and violent and angry and dangerous and nuclear and evil and feared and hated is the one part he is left dying without.

His body dies a first time because it couldn’t live without its own hereditary disease, he died as a human and goes to human heaven and sees and rekindles with his human mother, the part of him that he wants to be and loves but can’t exist as. He’s brought back but now he’s a time bomb, a nuclear reactor internally melting down. he’s a weapon, but he’s alive because he was born as a weapon, and neither of these things were his choice.

and then a second time his body dies because he was only registered as a threat with no humanity. his eyes are burned out of his skull and instead of heaven with his mother, instead of humanity, he wakes up in the pitch black abyss where other nonhumans go when they die, then he’s brought back and he’s a weapon for the third time. He’s a living bomb, a collapsing black hole, and he has to eat human hearts ripped straight from the chest to keep his bomb body alive and ready for detonation, ready for collapse. He’s so far from human, further than he ever wanted to be, further enough to make his deep rooted fear a reality that he’s too suicidal to bother rebuking. Why rebuke the truth? The absolute truth that the devil, the evil of all things is in his blood and he is evil and he was a born weapon whose body exists to destroy and kill and not even his own love or will can stop it.

He is a gun that doesn’t want to be a gun and hates that his body is made to shoot and kill, but he has no choice in being anything else but a gun. He cannot ever be good, he was never good to begin with, he was just malfunctioning, glitching, experiencing an error and virus and flaw that he wishes was his entire programming. His eyes glow yellow like the corrupted Star Wars Sith and Rosemary’s Baby and a whole slew of evil things that are evil and meant to be rejected. When he gets angry, people stare at him as if he’s a cornered animal, because that’s what he is to them. To both sides of the equation, he is an animal. A foreign creature, a thing, he’s not human enough to be human and he’s not angelic enough to be an Angel. He’s some weird mixture that nobody can understand or accept. He’s unpredictable and violent and wild and born that way and only in his subsequent domestication, only in the extension of personhood and humanity can he be deemed worth loving. He’s like a dog, detrimentally loyal, old yeller going rabid while saving his family and having to be shot in an act of mercy. Barking and biting at people who might hurt his loved ones and killing them as an act of love. Sam wanted Nick to burn so Jack burns Nick and that’s why Jack says they would be grateful. He did what Sam wanted. Same for the other biblical killings. He’s the cat sinking its fangs into rodents and birds. Leaving the punctured corpses on the doormat as a gift, I did this for you because I love you, don’t you love me too?

I haven’t eaten well in the past two days does this click click anyone’s boom. Saliva

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Overwritten – Part 3

Azriel x Reader

Summary: After months as his prisoner, Hybern has hijacked your mind, turning you into an enemy of your home, your family, and your mate, Azriel.

Warnings: Violence

Words: 1,384

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Part 3 ∇

Ripped from the white abyss, you gasped awake in an unfamiliar place. Had Azriel finally claimed you? Were you dead?

Clutching at your clothes – you felt the rough fabric of the tunic you had always worn. Surely you wouldn't still wear a thing like this in the afterlife? Heart pounding from the poison-fuelled hallucination, you ran a shaky hand through your hair, doing your best to calm your breathing.

“Y/N?” someone said from beside you. You froze at the sound, your stomach sinking. You knew that voice.

With wide eyes you forced yourself to look, your blood turning cold at the sight of him. There, in the flesh, was Azriel.

His demonic wings reached high above his head, blue siphons glaring just as they did in your nightmares. He was broad, strong, with weapons strapped to his frame – a threat in every way. There was no sign of a forked tongue, hellish red eyes or the sinister smile, but the shadows were here – speaking to him, likely advising on the thousands of different ways to kill you without him having to lift a finger.

You saw the male’s mouth move, but panic was a roar in your ears, making it impossible to hear. A slow hand reached across the bed you lay in, and you watched it with a deadly glare. He was surely going to kill you. Still, you were unable to move, frozen in utter and pathetic fear.

Do it quick, you found yourself begging.

You heard him then. “Y/N? It’s me, Azriel.”

Pain sliced through your mind as a white light flashed before your eyes. That cold, unfeeling voice that had coached you for so long ringing through your ears.

Azriel is an unmatched evil. He will kill you. The only hope you stand is to kill him first.

And as venom took over, you found yourself reverting to the animalistic instinct that protected you for so long. He would not get the chance to kill you – today was his day to die.

Spearing Azriel to the ground, you felt poison course through your veins, fuelling you with venomous strength as you pinned him down. Pushing your thumbs into the crevice of his throat, you gritted your teeth, cutting off his air supply.

Azriel’s eyes were wide with shock as he tried to pry your hands off.

“Y/N!” he gasped, his voice straining through your grip. “Stop.”

He was strong – but you had nothing to lose, and everything to gain. Your freedom, control of your own mind, your life. He would not take that away.

You pushed your thumbs further, trying to close the gap in his throat and forcing his head into the ground. Blood was building in the Shadowsinger’s face, his tan skin quickly changing to a deep red. Shadows began to spasm around him.

“I d-don’t want to hurt you,” he gasped, his hands slackening against your wrists. Good, you thought – not long now.

The male threw you a final pleading look, one that you were sure was meant to disarm you. You would not let go until he had taken his last breath.

Scarred hands on your wrists tightened then, forcing your fingers to unbind from his neck. Your eyes widened, and it was then that you realised he had not been using all his strength until now. Azriel pulled your arms of him, spreading them wide while you still straddled his body to the floor. Now in an incredibly vulnerable position, you new he would try and pin you under him if he got the chance.

Swinging your legs off, you pulled your wrists flush against yourself, freeing from his grasp. You practically kicked him to scramble to your own two feet, Azriel quickly standing too, his palms open as you now faced each other, neither of you daring to move.

“Y/N,” he panted as he regained his breath, the blood now moving from his face. Fuck – you had missed your chance.

Azriel was capable of dark, demonic things, an evil magic brewed within him – it was the only truth you knew. So you also knew, you had a better chance of running than fighting. Scanning the tent for an exit, you saw the only path in or out was blocked by the tall male, his wings flared like a net that would surely trap you if you were stupid enough to try.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice soft. Your ground your jaw at the blatant lie, and launched for him again.

This time, he knew it was coming, and caught your arms before you could wrap them around his neck. “Y/N, please, stop fighting!”

You couldn't help the feral snarl that escaped you, your teeth bared as you kicked his stomach, sending him stumbling back. You aimed for his shoulders, pushing him into the wooden unit and knocking you both to the ground, medical supplies sprawling, glass bottles breaking around you.

You were on him again, pinning him so easily – almost as if he let you. Azriel kept his palms raised as your hands found his neck again.

“Fight me if you have to, Y/N. I will never hurt you back.”

Your vicious glare softened as you took in his words, your lips pressing to a thin line. Azriel was stronger, he had proven that. Yet here he was, lying prone beneath you, completely at your mercy. Was he residing to his fate? Would he let you kill him?

You shook your head – mind games was all this was. “Liar,” you snarled, tightening your chokehold around his neck.

And he let you. He let you press your thumbs into the crevice of his throat, let you force his head to the ground again and again, blind rage and the desperate need to kill consuming you.

I love you.

You blinked, your grip slackening ever so slightly. That voice – it was far away, but somehow from within.

I love you, Y/N.

Azriel hadn't spoken, but you had heard his voice clear as day – within your heart or stomach you didn't know. And it terrified you.

You had to finish the job, to end him now before that voice could infiltrate your mind further. Freedom beckoned at you, light and promising, and so so close. With bloodthirsty rage, you pressed the final breath out of the Shadowsinger.

That was, until you felt a blow so forceful it could be heard. Before you could turn and snarl, shadows and night had consumed your vision, and purple eyes were the last thing you saw before everything went black.

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“That did not go well.” Rhys straightened, leaving your unconscious body on the floor as he want to help his brother stand. Azriel coughed, regaining his breath yet again as bruises were quickly forming around his neck. Rhys held out a hand, propping the Shadowsinger up as his shadows hung limp, as if they too needed to regain their strength.

“She strangled the hell out of you,” he commented.

Azriel didn't answer, his stance broken as he looked at you slumped on the ground. You looked like yourself, his beautiful, peaceful, caring mate. Whoever attacked him just now, that was not her.

“You were going to let her kill you brother?” Rhys asked, his tone confused with a hint of dismay. Rhys knew the lengths he would go to protect Feyre, but allowing one mate to kill the other was something he couldn’t comprehend.

Azriel limped over, bending down and scooping your body to his chest. His eyes darting across your slack face – such a juxtaposition from the feral, snarling female that was going to kill him just moments ago.

“She needed to know I would never hurt her,” he said softly, his voice hoarse.

Rhys nodded gravely, stepping out of the way as the Shadowsinger lay you back on the bed, pulling the covers over you and brushing a tangled strand of hair from your face.

“It seems we have a lot of work to do.” Rhys noted, his tone grim.

Azriel finally looked at his brother. “What if I never get her back?” He was broken, the hope he held earlier lost in the violent sprawl with his mate. Even his shadows kept close, not daring near you.

Rhys clasped his hands on Azriel’s shoulders, levelling a look at him. “We will brother. Feyre has a plan.”

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AN: I wish I could say writing a tonne of violence isn’t fun... but I’d be lying. I hope you liked this chapter, I would love any feedback on the story so far! Comment to join the tag list too. MWA 💕

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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Since Eclipse is back how would things go out in Automaton Heart Au?

I could see Eclipse pretending to be Solar but imagine this. Moon and Solar are dating but didn't tell anyone yet even though it's very obvious. Not to Eclipse though, he just knows they understand each other well.. And wants to take that as an advantage to get into Moon's room as he pretends to be Solar, Moon pulls him aside to talk to him and give him a peck. Eclipse is in total shock while Solar comes back only to see his "clone" and Moon is confused.

Hahahahah

I find that prospect so amusing, because in Automaton Heart AU, Eclipse IS alive.

He's been hiding under Sun's bed.

Yup This whole time.

(slightly related IZ gif cus I couldn't find the specific one I wanted)

And yeah, Sun knows he's there. He just hasn't told Moon exactly about it yet. They have an arrangement.

I guess I'll say some juicy details while being tumblr-appropriate. XD

Sun's room we know exists in the show, as it's been mentioned a few times, but it's never shown. (likely cus they can't think of anything in VR that makes logical sense)

So we know Sun's room is the only place that doesn't have any cameras.

In Automaton Heart AU.

Eclipse didn't die.

He believed to by Solar, and Moon because the blast that destroyed the star in his chest cavity. That would have destroyed nearly anyone.

But it knocked parts of him back. A majority of him was destroyed, but a torso, a hand, and a head/faceplate (with the rays/spikes blown off) managed to lodge deep into the ball pit.

When Moon traveled back to his own dimension, away from Solar's (After Solar yelled at him and punched Moon for not letting him sacrifice himself) Eclipse got teleported back to the main dimension along with Moon.

Waiting at the bottom of the Ballpit.

He wasn't biding his "evil time" or whatever.

He was completely knocked out and his systems failed. He was dead for all intents and purposes.

A few Days later, as Sun is disinfecting the Ball pit, he nearly trips over something.

Sun and Moon never noticed him, because they openly admit on the show to have their Olfactory sensors off, because they're working with Stinky Kids all the time. So they didn't even notice the smells of burnt metal deep within the ballpit, despite parent complaints because they just thought it was "Karen's being Karens" or them having issues with Fazbear or something.

Sun disturbing the charred broken frame of Eclipse (back to SolarFlare's body, because the Eclipse Body was entirely on star power. Just without the head spikes, a torso, and a pretty mangled hand with half his fingers missing) The machine whirrs to life.

Something that Sun is terrified of and didn't think would be physically possible.

Eclipse is motivated simply by anger and spite. As if he was his own ghost in the machine possessing his very being. He is 100% motivated by spite, as he is in all aspects of his life. He has nothing left to give. And he crawls toward Sun, weak, barely able to keep his head above the pit.

He wants to hurt them. He wants to kill them. They did this to them. It's all their fault. It's always been their fault hasn't it?

Eclipse lacks his proper monologuing skills. His voice box is charred. He can't speak but garbled sounds. His mind is too fractured to think properly. All he wants is to cause harm.

He collapses, his damaged claws tearing the edge of Sun's slipper.

And Sun doesn't know what to do.

He could just... Kill him again, but Eclipse is like this now. Sun doesn't even know how the fuck he survived any of that.

He could just kick him into the pit and have the Computer send him to another dimension...

But that doesn't sound right to Sun either.

He could tell Moon, but Moon would just like... find a gun and shoot him point blank at this point. Like putting down an injured animal.

That also doesn't sit right with Sun.

(Sun's Bloodmoon hallucinations/intrusive thoughts are going rampant as he tries to make a discission.)

Sun decides he'll figure out what to do with Eclipse later, and locks him in his room, away from the cameras and away from Moon.

He will tell Moon....

Eventually.

Sun and Eclipse reach a mutually beneficial agreement from this... as Sun agrees to fix Eclipse and give him a new body, as long as Eclipse plans to not hurt his family anymore.

Eclipse hated this, but he "agreed" his logic being that, since he can't make a verbal agreement, he can double cross Sun and kill them all once he's fixed.

But, it takes a long time for Sun to repair him and get parts.

It would go faster with Moon, since Moon has the more logical mind....

But Sun doesn't exactly want to tell his brother yet, as Moon is distracted with Solar, and he seems happy for the first time in a long while. He doesn't want to ruin that by saying "oh you didn't kill Eclipse by the way"

Also, Eclipse Also agrees that he doesn't want help from Moon.

Cue Slowburn in the background of Sun, tenderly taking care of Eclipse. And warming Eclipse on the idea of second chances.

Cue Eclipse not understanding why Sun is bothering with a lost cause of him at this point...

The two actually listening to eachother and enjoying eachother's company.

They don't talk about the past.... not yet.

Eclipse certainly can't...

but he is forced to listen, he can't move... and have someone genuinely caring and looking out for him....

and then they kiss.....

#automaton heart au #tsams au #Sun x Eclipse #Solar x Moon #Solarmoon #SunEclipse #danachan's replies #danachan's asks

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Author's note: this is not proofread, there are probably typos. I hope my teasing didn't get you disappointed with the finale result! Tbh, I didn't know where I was going at first, but once I was in, I just kept adding. Maybe I'll write a little sequel to it, idk. Let me know what you think ❤️

Warnings: hospital, gun shot wound, surgery, complicated family, breakup, cold!Alden, evil!Vivian, secrets and reveals (I don't mean to make Alden's parents as bad people, just very concerned parents who can not not get involved in his life?)

Words count: 5.6k

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Never too late ~ Alden Parker

Alden felt stupid. He knew it was a trap but he still went in, head first. And now, he was in a hospital bed, waking up for surgery, his arm strapped and completely useless. He felt groggy and nauseous. He opened his eyes just slightly, seeing two people in the room. He recognized his father's white hair, as it almost blinded him. And a few feet to the left, he thought he saw you. But before he could tell himself it was the anesthesia and drugs that made him hallucinate, he fell back to sleep.

"He fell back asleep, it'll take hours before he actually wakes up. Are you sure you want to stay here, sir?" You asked Roman.

"I'd prefer to talk to him before going home and sleeping."

Not that you wanted to kick Alden's father out of the room, after all he was more legitimate to be here than you were, but it made you pretty uncomfortable. Roman Parker never liked you, or at least, he never accepted you as his son's girlfriend. Clearly, he wanted his son to get back with his ex wife, and no matter who Alden was dating, he wasn't going to accept her. So, he never gave you a chance to win him over, to show him how much you loved his son and how serious the relationship was. Unfortunately, the ending and the breakup was probably the proof he needed that he was right and you were fairly sure that he told Alden 'I told you so'. You doubted Roman knew the entire truth.

You never imagined you'd find yourself in this situation, back by his side, worrying about him, caring and feeling all those things you thought were gone. But when the hospital called to inform you about Alden being rushed into surgery, you didn't think twice before getting on the road. It was a good thing Philadelphia is only three hours away from DC.

And there you were, sitting by the bed, checking up on him just to make sure he was breathing. Roman didn't have much to say and neither did you so the room was silent except for the machines attached to Alden. His team - whom you had never met - stopped by several times, one of them gave you his number so you could call when Alden was awake. Their case wasn't over just yet, so they still had a lot to do. But you could tell they really care about him, and you were happy he had some nice people around.

His eyes finally opened again. He was grumbling, and whining, and it took several attempts for him to focus on where he was. He saw his dad again, asleep in a chair across the room. "Dad," he called out with a raspy voice but Roman didn't move.

"He fell asleep not long ago," you said, getting closer to the bed and putting your hand on Alden's. He turned his face to look at you, confusion written all over it. "Hey, are you feeling?" You asked softly.

He blinked a few times, looked around, to his dad, the machines, and back to you. "I'm dreaming," he whispered. "Dad!"

"You're very much awake, Den." You pushed some hair off his face. "I'm here."

"You left." He said. You tried to figure out the emotions in his voice, but it was like there was none. It was just a plain statement, and unfortunately, it was true.

"Let's not do this now, okay? Do you need anything? Water?"

He shook his head no, and tried to move but he instantly growled in pain. "Stop touching me." He told you and you pulled your hands away.

"Want me to go get a nurse?"

"If you're insisting on doing something for me, wake up my dad and drive him home." His tone was cold, but could you blame him?

"I offered him a ride several times, he didn't want--"

"Wake him up."

You moved to Roman to wake him up. After the Parker men talked for a moment, his father finally agreed to be driven home by you. The entire ride was silent, except for his directions to the new retirement home. You didn't try to make conversation, the old man was clearly exhausted from spending very long hours in the hospital, worrying about his son's life. Before he left the car, you gave him your number and told him he could call the next day if he needed a ride. You were relieved that he took it without any hesitation.

You drove back to the hospital, but stopped to get some comfort food for Alden. He'd probably not want it, or at least not yet, but you wanted to do this for him. When you got into his room, he was drinking some water and the TV was on. He looked at you like he was seeing a ghost. "Hey," you softly said, putting the food down, "I got you some of your fav snacks."

He looked at the bag and then back to you. "Why are you here?"

"Where else would I be?" You answered, getting closer to his bed.

"Literally anywhere else but here." He paused, taking a deep breath. "How did you even know? I highly doubt my dad called you."

"I'm still your emergency contact."

"Thanks for the heads up, I'll change that in the morning. Look, I'm alive okay? In a few weeks, my arm will be like new. So, you can leave now."

"Alden--" you tentatively tried to grab his free hand but stopped yourself when you heard him say, "No! You don't get to show up like this, after all this time, just because I got shot. You don't get to be nice to me, and try to take care of me. I'm a big boy. So you can do what you do, and leave. No need for a stupid note this time."

You stared at him for a short moment, tears threatening to fall. He was clearly avoiding your eyes, just looking at the ceiling. So, you simply grabbed your purse and started to walk towards the door. As your hand reached for the handle, you took a deep breath and turned around. "Believe it or not, but leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. I didn't do it because I wanted to but because we were making each other miserable. All we did was fight, we couldn't agree on a single damn thing. Your parents--"

"Don't talk about my parents." He warned you.

"I'm sure they are nice people but they were mean to me, Alden. As much as you could argue with your father, you never had my back when it came to your mother."

"I said, don't." You saw the tears in his eyes at this moment.

"I'm sorry for your loss." You whispered softly, feeling for him and knowing just how much he loved his mother.

"Are you?" He finally snapped and looked directly at you. "Where the hell were you when she passed? Huh? You didn't call, you didn't send a single fucking text!"

"That's not true!" You defended yourself. "I sent you a care package and a long letter!"

"Oh, did you now? Must have gotten lost in the mail." He said, ironically. Clearly, he wasn't believing you. So you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to lock eyes with you again.

"I did." You assured him, knowing it was the damn truth. "I put some snacks in it, your fav bottle of wine, some flowers for your mom and a plant for you. I even put my Metallica hoodie that you always wanted to steal. Did you not get it?" It took him a moment to process before shaking his head no. "Well, have you moved since we--? Cause I sent it to the apartment on--"

"I didn't move."

"Then, I don't understand. I was informed it got delivered."

He stayed silent once more, and you knew he was trying to figure out what happened to that package. "There was no way I would learn about your mom and not do something, Alden. No matter how me and her didn't get along, I know she was the person you loved the most and I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you. I'm sorry you thought I didn't care or--"

"Not your fault for this one, I guess." He sighed. You noticed the tear that was rolling down his cheek and you couldn't help but to dry it with your thumb. Alden closed his eyes at the gesture, and you let your hand rest on his cheek for a moment. You leaned over and kissed his temple softly. "I never stopped caring," you whispered. "Your dad has my number if you want to reach out, otherwise I'll go back to Philly tomorrow night. Take care of yourself and please be careful next time."

You were hoping he would say something but he didn't. So you just left.

As you drove back to the motel, you wondered if you should've told him about everything that was in that care package and in your letter. You remembered every word that you wrote, how you explained why you didn't tell him about the pregnancy - cause he didn't want kids at his age and with his work, and that he was convinced you were having an affair, you were scared he'd think the baby wasn't his - but regretted it every day. Little Noah was still a tiny baby when you sent the package and the pictures, so told Alden he wouldn't remember not having his daddy the first three months of his life. Everything could be set on the right track. You'd come back to DC, do the co-parenting, or whatever. You poured your heart out in this letter, offered countless apologies, and solutions. Since you never got an answer, you figured Alden didn't want to know his son.

In the room, you found your two years old son sleeping on the big bed like a starfish, and your sister by his side, scrolling through her phone. When she saw you, she immediately got up and hugged you. "It didn't go well, did it?"

You told her everything since the last updates you gave her as she made some tea. Noah was deeply asleep, as you softly stroked his hair. "So, he still doesn't know about the little guy?"

You shook your head no, whipping your tears away. "All this time I thought he just didn't care."

"That's crazy. But what the fuck happened to the package?"

You shrugged. "Beats me." Noah moved in his sleep to get closer to you. "I guess I have to tell him again, now."

"Yeah. Face to face this time."

In the morning, Noah woke you up a little before 6am, which meant that you had barely slept for two hours. "It's too early baby, let's sleep a little more okay?"

"'Kay" he answered, but all he did was laying next to you, looking at you like you're the most wonderful thing in the world, and played with your face and hair. But eventually he asked for some milk, and neither of you went back to sleep. Around 9, you went to get breakfast to the diner with Noah and your sister. Your son was very curious about this new place, until he had some pancakes in front of him. Breakfast was going fine, until two people approached your table.

"Agent McGee, Agent Torres, hi!" You greeted them.

"Good morning, you can call us Tim and Nick."

"Alright, um this is my sister Jane, and um my--"

"Mommy! More syrup please?"

You couldn't lie, could you?

"My son, Noah." He barely said hi even after you asked him to, too focus on his food.

Tim started to tell you that they had just visited Alden and he was physically okay, while Nick added that for someone who can never shut up, he was extremely silent that morning. They also said that Jimmy Palmer went to pick up Alden's father to bring him to the hospital. You did your best to remain neutral to that information until they left with their order.

"What do you know about Nick?" Jane asked as soon as you sat back down. You laughed despite yourself, knowing that Nick Torres was exactly your sister's type.

You spent the morning walking around DC, or more specifically around the hospital where Alden was. You answered a phone call from your parents, let them talk with Noah for a bit, who was very happy about being with his mommy and his auntie and not at daycare. As you found a park for Noah to play, you and Jane sat on a bench. "They probably figured it out, you know." Jane said. "I mean, Noah is like Alden's clone. And what's the deal with the Parkers' hair anyways?"

You giggled softly, looking at your son from afar and yes, his head full of hair was all you could see.

"He's almost 3, J. They lost three damn years. Do you think Alden will forgive me? And--"

"Girl, that's not your fault that package didn't reach him! I bet some evil hands got on it!"

"What? Who? Who would do that?"

"His dad was pretty harsh with you--"

"No! I really don't think Roman would do something like this. The only way to know it was from me, was to read my letter. Roman wouldn't have opened the box in the first place."

"Fair enough. Then, was he dating someone back then?"

"How am I supposed to know?"

You looked at each other. You had to visit Alden again.

Your anxiety was so high as you reached for his room, you thought you may faint. Your heart was pounding so hard and fast, but there was no turning back now. You had to tell him, cause he never knew.

You walked into the room after Alden said to come in, breathing heavily. Alden had his bed on a sitting position, and he seemed more alert than the day before. Roman was in the chair next to the bed, and he did give you a slight nod, which you returned. You asked Alden how he was doing and he just mumbled that he was fine. You noticed some of the snacks you brought had been opened and it warmed your heart just a little.

"Why are you here again?" He asked.

You opened your mouth to answer but the door swung open - without a knock first - and the person you really didn't want to see was right there.

"Wow, I thought I was never going to make it!"

Completely ignoring you, Vivian circled the bed to give Roman a hug, before focusing on Alden. She leaned over to kiss his cheek, not earning any kind of reaction from him. You just stood there, staring until she finally looked up to you, “Oh, you.” she said. “What are you doing here?”

You tried to shut all of your thoughts and questions going through your mind and looked at Alden, “I need to talk to you,” you told him.

Before he could answer, Vivian spoke up, “Yeah well, it’s gonna have to wait. In case you didn’t notice, he got shot and–”

“Viv,” he exclaimed.

“What? She doesn’t have anything to do here, does she?”

You heard your name from Roman and looked at him, “I think you should leave.”

You looked at Alden again, hoping he’d say something, that he understood that you really needed to talk to him privately, but he just stayed silent. “Nothing changed.” you whispered before leaving.

You found the first restroom on your way and locked yourself in there to cry. Things were still as they were, he wouldn’t open his mouth to defend you, or at least ask his father to stand down and not get involved. And what the hell was Vivian doing there? Were they back together, or on their way to? You figured he’d eventually find someone, but if that someone was Vivian, that felt like a huge betrayal, as she was one of the reasons things didn’t work out between you and Alden. She was always there, his family never accepted the divorce and it always felt like she needed to have a hold on him. You remember one day when she cornered you and basically said the only reason Alden was dating you was because she let it happen, “If I ask him to get back together, trust me, he’ll leave on the spot.”

Once you had a hold on your emotions, you texted Jane to let her know you were on your way to them. Noah immediately rushed into your arms, asking if you could get some cupcakes, like his auntie promised.

“You have a serious problem with sugar, my love.”

“I love sugar!”

“Yeah, I got that.” you giggled.

It was late in the afternoon when you got a text from an unknown number. ‘You can come. -A’

You told Noah that you needed to visit your friend again, but this time, he was not having it. “Wanna come!” he kept saying, holding onto your neck with his tiny arms.

“You can’t, baby. But I won’t be long, okay?” he shook his head no in your neck. You still started to walk towards the hospital, trying to negotiate with your son.

“I got an idea,” Jane said, “What if you and I go to the shop and find a gift for mommy’s friend? And maybe you’ll find something for you too?”

Noah looked at his aunt and then you. He wasn’t very convinced about it but with one little push, he did agree to let go of you.

You were relieved to see Alden’s room empty except for him. He was standing with some casual clothes on him, a bag was at the end of the bed. “You’re being discharged already?”

“Yeah, I’ll not spend another night here.”

“Alden, are you sure it’s the right thing to do? What did your doctor say?”

“What did you want to talk about?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You sighed and sat next to him.

“That package I sent you when your mom passed– there was a long letter with it.”

“Longer than your note?”

“Alden, please.” you looked up to him, with tears in your eyes.

“Sorry, but that–really hurt me. More than you know.”

“I can imagine,” you took a deep breath, “And I’m willing to hear all about it, even if you want to get angry at me and insult me, but right now, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“About that letter?”

“I told you a lot of things in this letter, including one very important thing.” You took your phone out of your pocket, unlocked it and went to the gallery. The last picture was one of Noah that you took a few hours early at the park. Eventually, you showed him the phone. He grabbed it with his free hand and stared at the picture of a moment. “Wh–who is that?”

“His name is Noah.” tears fell down your cheeks but you didn’t care. “He’s my son. And your son.” you said right above a whisper.

Alden’s head started to move left to right, tears were forming in his eyes but he didn’t take his eyes off the picture. He couldn’t believe it and you didn’t blame him. “Alden, I’m sorry.” you kissed his injured shoulder without thinking. “I was telling you in that letter about him, there was pictures too, and since I never heard from you, I thought you didn’t–”

“That I didn’t want to know my own child?” you could hear the hurt in his voice. “Did you seriously think that about me?”

“What else was I supposed to think?”

“My mom passed away a year after you left. Why wait that long? He was already born!”

“I know, I– I explained everything in the letter and–”

“Yeah well, I didn’t get that damn letter, okay? So why didn’t you tell me when you found out?” he stood up from the bed, and whined a bit as he uncontrollably tried to move his arm.

“You were so clear about not wanting kids and why, we couldn’t be around each other without fighting and I– I thought you were back with Vivian. Look, I made this decision out of heartbreak and I regretted it, okay? Which was why I reached out when your mom passed. I realized that anything could happen to you or to me, and Noah needed both his parents–”

Your phone, which was still in Alden’s hand, started to buzz. “Your sister,” he said, handing you the phone. As soon as you picked up, you could hear Noah crying, “SOS!” Jane said.

Alden was staring at you, and you knew he was able to hear. “I’m on my way, sis.” you hung up.

“They, um, they are down at the gift shop.”

“Your sister and–Noah?”

You nodded, standing up next to him. “Look, there’s no rush, we can–”

“Does he know? Who I am?”

You put your hand over his, the one stuck against his chest.

“He’s not asking deep questions yet, but he did ask about his daddy a few times and I couldn’t lie to him. He’s seen pictures of you, so he may recognize you.”

Alden took a few deep breaths, taking to stop himself from crying. “What did you say about me not–being there?”

“Daddy leaves away from us and can’t visit for now.”

“Better than ‘daddy doesn’t know you exist’.” he said, coldly.

“Alden,” you whispered.

“We have a lot to talk about, but– our son is crying.”

You couldn’t believe that you were on your way to your son with his father by your side. Noah was going to meet his daddy. Alden was going to meet his son. You didn’t think it would go this fast, even though you figured Alden would want to waste any more time. As you approached the gift shop, you uncontrollably grabbed his arm. “You should’ve let me hold your bag.” you said.

“My right arm is fine. Is that him?” You listened and heard little whimpers and a little kid’s voice.

“Yeah.” you breathed out.

As soon as Noah saw you, he ran. You picked him up, holding him tight in your arms. “What’s wrong, baby? What did auntie J do this time?”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything!” your sister interjected. “Alden,” she greeted the man who was staying a couple of feet away. He briefly looked at her but immediately got his eyes focused on his son again. His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall again.

“She said I could take just one teddy for your friend.”

“I said he didn’t need two of them. One was enough, wasn’t it, Alden?”

It was only then that Noah looked at his father. He stayed silent, just staring at him before looking at you and back at him. Then he approached his mouth to your ear, “He like daddy.”

“Cause it’s him, baby.”

Noah looked at Alden again. “You hurt, daddy?” he answered softly, like it was the most normal thing. Like it wasn’t the first time they were meeting each other.

It took a moment for Alden to answer. “I am, but it’ll be okay. Soon it’ll be like nothing happened.”

“What happen?”

“Huh, I fell and hurt my shoulder.”

“Need a hug?” He offered, since you strongly believed that hugs can solve a lot of things and it was something you were transferring to your son without doing it on purpose.

“I’d love a hug.”

Noah extended his arms, so you moved closer to Alden. “Careful with his shoulder, okay?” you warned him, but he was very thoughtful, only holding on his father’s neck. Then he kissed his cheek and rested his head on the right shoulder. You could see that Alden was fighting the urge to cry, just as you were. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there before, buddy. I’ll never leave you from now on.”

It was nearly impossible to take Noah off his dad after the initial meeting. Even in the car, he wanted to sit on his lap and only agreed to let go as long as daddy sat next to him. Your sister drove to your former apartment, but she needed to get back to Philly and work the following day. “Don’t worry, she’ll take my car if needed.” Alden told her when Jane asked how you’d get back home. You grabbed yours, Noah’s and Alden’s bags from the trunk before your sister said goodbye to the three of you before driving off.

Inside the apartment, Noah wanted to see every room. He asked a million questions to Alden about everything and nothing, and you had to translate a few times as daddy wasn’t familiar with Noah’s own language. His phone rang a few times but he completely ignored it, only focusing on his son and telling him everything he wanted to know. What you were feeling was indescribable.

When you told Noah that his dad needed to rest, he agreed to settle on the couch with him. “Is it okay if I make dinner now?” You asked Alden, “This little guy woke up at 6, and didn’t nap. Won’t take long until he gets grumpy.”

“Go ahead but I’m not sure my fridge has what you need. I can go get something?”

You looked inside the fridge as you heard your son asking his dad if they could watch Paw Patrol. You heard Alden’s confusion when he said sure, and giggled. “Where Netflix?”

“Oh, here.”

“Well, your fridge is indeed very sad. What do you want to eat, Nono?”

“Nuggies!”

“Why do I even ask?”

You grabbed your phone and settled next to Alden, placing the order while Noah explained Paw Patrol to his father.

A couple of hours later, both Noah and Alden were asleep on the couch. You obviously had to snap a few pictures, before picking up your son and bringing him to the bed in the guest room. “Put him on my bed, it’s comfier.” Alden said, half sleep.

“Okay, but I have to stay next to him, he could roll over.”

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

You placed Noah in the middle of the big bed, got rid of your jeans, socks and bra. Alden got in before you could get under the sheets, and clearly checked out your legs. “Could you be more subtle?”

“I know and remember your body like it was yesterday.”

You chose not to answer, “Do you need to keep the sling?”

“Yeah, for at least a week.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I took the entire week off work.”

“Doesn’t matter, since you’re gonna quit anyway. You’re not going back to Philadelphia.”

As Noah slept between the two of you, Alden asked many questions about your son; his birthday, favorite food, what he likes to do, if he has allergies or health issues, etc. You answered everything, gave him as much info as possible. “And um, does he have a father figure in his life?”

“Is this your way to ask me if I'm dating someone?”

“Maybe. Are you?”

“No. His only father figures are my dad and my uncle. Are you dating Vivian?”

Alden chuckled. “Are we doing this again?”

“Considering what I saw earlier–”

“I'm not dating her or anyone else. I'll admit I hooked up with her a few times over the last few years, but–”

“Great!” You sighed.

“You're gonna tell me that you haven't been with anyone since–?”

“The last time I had sex was probably the night we conceived this tiny human.” You looked down at Noah and played with his hair.

“Oh,”

It was silent for a moment. Alden wanted to get on his side, play with Noah's hair too, reach out for you, but with his arm, he could only lay down on his back and that frustrated him. “What was your breaking point?” He asked, eventually. “Why did you leave that day? And not talk to me?”

“I knew if I talked to you, I wouldn't go through with it. And it was something in particular that made me leave, I was–exhausted. Of the fights, the arguments, the jealousy, and suspicion. It was like we didn't trust each other anymore, for anything. And–” your voice broke. “Maybe it's stupid, but you didn't want to marry me, you didn't want to have kids with me so I just thought – I was temporary.”

“We lived together. That was a huge commitment for me.”

“Exactly. It was huge for you, while it was just natural for me.”

“Okay, I get that. And I'm sorry I made you feel this way.” He turned his face to look at you. He could only make out some of your features. “I was truly and madly in love with you. But I guess I only realized it once you were gone. And then I was so mad at you for leaving.” It was his voice that broke.

“I can't blame you for that part.” You cried. “Do you think it's too late?”

“Too late for what?”

“...Us?”

“It's never too late.”

Eventually you both fell asleep, exhausted physically and mentally.

Of course, you were both awakened by Noah. First, he cuddled and called out for you. “Hey, baby, good morning!” You said, eyes still closed, holding him against you.

“Daddy's snoring.” You listened closely and indeed Alden was snoring. Crazy as it was, you missed that sound very much. “Like pop.”

You giggled, “Not as loud as pop, though!”

“No! Wake him?”

“Hold on,” you grabbed your phone to check what time it was, 7:30am. Alden probably needed more sleep, so you convinced Noah to help you prepare breakfast for daddy and wake him up after. Luckily, there was some eggs and bacon, and pancake batter in the kitchen and in the end, you prepared breakfast while Noah logged on Netflix by himself. It was almost ready when there were some knocks at the door. You opened to find Roman and Vivian, holding what seemed to be breakfast.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, shocked.

“Making breakfast,” you gave her your best fake smile. “Good morning, Roman.”

“Is my son awake?”

“Not yet, I thought he needed–”

Vivian practically pushed you out of her way to get in. You obviously let Roman get inside too. “What is that?” She said, pointing at Noah.

“My son.” You all heard. Alden barely walked into the living area that Noah was running into his arms.

“Morning, daddy!”

“Good morning, buddy.”

“You snore!”

“I do not!” Alden laughed.

The boys didn't have more time as Vivian raised her voice, asking what was going on. You noticed Roman sitting at the kitchen counter, staring at your son, his grandson. “Go watch your show, baby, and we'll have breakfast, okay?”

Then he told everyone to follow him inside the greenhouse. “Don't act so shocked, Vivian.” Was the first thing Alden said. “You knew about Noah.”

“What? You're crazy, how would I–?”

“I remembered a few days after mom passed, you bringing me my favorite snacks, wine, a plant, and flowers.” The exact content of your package. “What did you do with the hoodie and the letter?”

“I don't– I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“The only reason I'm staying calm right now is because my son is in the next room, but look at me and listen to me. I never want to see you again, so you're gonna disappear from my life and my father's. Meaning that from the moment you walk out that door, you will not text or call him, or any other members of my family. And if I learn that you didn't respect that, I'll be far less gentle. Am I clear?”

“Alden, listen–”

“Get the fuck out of my house.”

She was crying and trying to get Alden to listen to her, but he only grabbed your waist and held you close to him. When she turned to Roman, hoping he'd listen and defend her, the older man simply told her to leave. Eventually, she did, using the greenhouse's door.

Alden held you tighter, kissing your temple softly. “Dad,”

“Can I meet him? What's his name?”

Noah was very happy to have another grandpa. And it was amazing to see how Roman was doing his best to give him a very good first impression. You all had breakfast together, and you mostly stayed silent, just being overwhelmed about the Parkers boys getting to know one another. After eating, Noah wanted to show Paw Patrol to his grandfather, and Alden took this opportunity to take you to the bedroom. He didn't waste any second before kissing you deeply and intensely. You returned it immediately, holding onto his hair. Feeling like you were breathing again, you only stopped kissing when you heard him making a sound of pain. “My shoulder,” he said.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry baby. I didn't–”

“It's okay,” he smiled. “It's worth it.”

He kissed you again, trapping you between the door and his body. “Fuck, I missed you.” He growled.

“Missed you more.”

“We can't do this right now, can we?” He chuckled, out of breath.

“Oh baby, it's gonna be tricky for us to have some privacy now.”

“It's fine. I'm taking all the pros and cons.” He kissed your forehead, “I'm taking you and our little boy. I'm taking it all.”

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Why Sun doesn't always mean our Eclipse - the Dorito Bot - when he's talking about Eclipse?

The deep dive into Sun's mind and the way his delusions work (supported by my own experiences and research on that topic).

It's my meta analysis of Sun's mental disorder. I'll try to explain why I think that this is a highly possible explanation of Sun's very complicated relationship with Eclipse.

I was thinking about this for quite some time. I always knew that Sun's relationship with Eclipse is very complicated, very complex. I've seen a lots of takes about how Eclipse sees Sun and how looks his relationship with Sun. But whenever it came to Sun and how he sees Eclipse and how looks his relationship with Eclipse.. it wasn't that. I wasn't sure why but something was missing in people's interpretations.

Now I know what it is. Many people misinterprets Sun's view on things because of misunderstanding of his mental issues. Same was with how I was misinterpreting Eclipse at first. I didn't understand Eclipse's mental issues.

I explained in many of my posts that I think that Sun has depressive psychosis and his delusions are centered around guilt and unworthiness. Sun most definitely hallucinated a voice who was saying demeaning things to him and was trying to guide Sun through his life, reminding him that he's evil.

What if I told you that Sun was unaware of Eclipse's existence as our Eclipse - Dorito Bot? Sounds crazy, right?

I think that's because Eclipse introduced himself in a really really wrong way. When Sun met Eclipse for the first time (remember he also heard him for the first time then) he didn't recognize him as our Eclipse. For Sun it was more like "so that's how that voice I'm hearing looks like" type of situation.

So for Sun there are two Eclipses. There's Eclipse - our Dorito Bot and there's Eclipse - the figment of Sun's mind, the entity that Sun hallucinates. But I think that for a long time Sun couldn't differentiate between the two. Why? Again, it's because I think that our Eclipse had the same voice and he was saying the same things that the voice was saying to Sun.

The Eclipse from Sun's mind, let's call him Sun's Eclipse or "Eclipse", is also Sun. It's true Sun. I mean in Sun's delusional mind this voice is him. It might be hard to understand but it's something like in Ren's song - Hi Ren:

"You think that you can amputate me?

I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we

We are one, split in two that makes one, so you see

You got to kill you if you wanna kill me

I'm not left over dinner, I'm not scraps on the side..."

These lyrics capture the best what I'm talking about here.

And to back up the statement about Sun viewing Eclipse as the physical manifestation of the voice in his head, I'll tell you that when I watched "Sun meets Eclipse" episode I felt nauseous.

I'm serious. For me their meeting felt like all those times when the voice was speaking to me. So when I saw that episode, my anxiety skyrocketed and my insides were flipping and I was sweating cold. It was crazy. That episode was insane to me and I wouldn't be surprised if Sun just thought that the voice he's hearing is real. I mean even more real than it already was.

Sun viewing Eclipse as the voice in his head explains why he told Moon that Moon isn't like Eclipse and why Sun thinks Eclipse is worse than Moon. Because Sun's Eclipse is an awful monster. Moon was trying to change. Sun's Eclipse would never.

Sun still tried to be nice to Eclipse and help him though. He felt bad when he had to expell him out of his own head. After that everything changed. Sun's mental state worsened.

I'm certain that Sun still could hear "Eclipse". And upon seeing Moon exhausting himself with searching for Eclipse's backups, Sun was feeling more and more awful. After all, he was the one to blame for this situation. He didn't get rid of "Eclipse". The "Eclipse" returned. But this time it was worse. Because "Eclipse" wasn't trapped in his head anymore. Now "Eclipse" could cause even more damage.

Sun was depressed even before October takeover but it only got worse with him sinking deeper into his delusions. He was a failure. He was unable to help with anything. He caused all their problems and yet the one who was endangering himself was Moon even though it should've been Sun.

With things getting progressively worse, Sun was scarying Lunar while playing games and he destroyed Moon's computer which caused Moon's kill code to reactivate and their father was giving them more headache, Sun's mental state kept worsening till he reached the breaking point.

During Sun's late development of psychotic episode Bloodmoon appeared in the Daycare looking like Moon. Many people were shocked that Sun shot them while they were looking like Moon but not many realized that Bloodmoon's words triggered Sun's PTSD. I think that when Sun shot Bloodmoon he didn't see Moon. He saw "Eclipse". The same "Eclipse" he expelled from his head. Bloodmoon said almost exactly the same words that Eclipse told Sun back then.

Not long before that happened Sun was repeating to himself that he isn't like him after he said that maybe they should kill their enemies. These were his intrusive thoughts but for Sun, he was turning into "Eclipse". And after he killed Bloodmoon, he realized that he's just like him. After that point Sun completely slipped into a firm grip of his delusions.

He had to kill "Eclipse". It was a suicidal mission. Sun didn't plan to get back to the Daycare. He had to make sure that all "Eclipses" including himself will be dead. And also that's why he was willing to kill Solar Flare. Because "Eclipse" built him thus means "Eclipse" is still alive.

Eclipse wasn't aware how much power he had over Sun at that moment. When he grabbed the sword, Sun immediately lost his confidence. Sun was always afraid of "Eclipse" so when he lost so quickly, he was unable to fight back anymore. He burst with magic only because he was in highetened emotional state triggered by Eclipse's words that Moon wouldn't care if he killed Sun and by reminiscence of hallucination of Bloodmoon's taunting words at Beta 10.

The scene that is a more solid proof that Sun hallucinated "Eclipse" was a moment at the end of the episode "Sun is trapped by Moon". We could hear Sun saying while looking at his own reflection "you're pretty pathetic, aren't you". We know that it was Sun speaking but he sounded like Eclipse in that moment. I think that it was intentional. I immediately thought that maybe Sun saw Eclipse in the reflection because it's quite common for those who hallucinates to talk with their own reflection because they see there someone else.

The clue that Sun view himself as "Eclipse" was that scene when he told Moon that he doesn't know anything about Sun and that Sun isn't a hero. Sun was "Eclipse" then. He was a monster. That's why he said that Bloodmoon's death didn't affect him. Because "Eclipse" doesn't have remorse. Sun doesn't have remorse because Sun is "Eclipse".

After Sun blew up Moon's mana pool he listened to Eclipse because "Eclipse" always know better than Sun. Sun is the one who ruins everything. "Eclipse" is there to help him. Later when Sun recalled those memories he said that he tried to kill Eclipse with magic blast. He remembers it like that because he remembers that he went on a mission to kill "Eclipse".

If it wasn't for Earth finding him in the forest and calming him down, Sun would most probably either kill himself or harm himself badly.

Later upon feeling guilty at what he did, Sun learned that Old Moon is indeed gone, he heard his last message, he learned that Lunar was blown up and that Eclipse got the star. It made Sun feel even more guilty. And because he had to help New Moon and Earth to adjust to their new lives, he pushed away his grief. Sun in order to prevent himself from seeing hallucinations was overworking himself.

Sun's mental state worsened even more to the point that he became passively suicidal and when opportunity arised he decided to become conduit for star's power. This is how Sun planned to end his own life. And he would also help with getting rid of "Eclipse" which made Sun feel better about killing himself. He would get rid of all "Eclipses" for good.

Though when Sun heard that star's power is slowly killing Eclipse, I'm sure he felt conflicted. Because when he popped off at Eclipse he felt bad after that and was seemingly concerned about what is happening with Eclipse because the latter wasn't showing up for quite awhile. And that's why I think that Sun was willing to listen to Eclipse. Remember Sun isn't a murderer. He despises killing. Unfortunately, Eclipse being Eclipse, threatening Earth and saying demeaning things to both Sun and Earth and telling them to kill Lunar, triggered Sun. He was seeing "Eclipse" again. He wasn't talking with Eclipse anymore. It was "Eclipse" all over again.

After time had passed we could see Sun's guilt wearing him down. He killed once again. He was visibly tired of killing. He tried to stop Moon from killing every person that they felt uncomfortable around - Forkface and Mimic. Sun starts to ask himself about Eclipse's existence while questioning his own. He's still passively suicidal.

Though Lunar got revived and a little bit later Solar joined them and Ruin didn't seem as a threat that much. It seemed that things got slightly better. Not for long because Ruin built New Bloodmoon. From that point things started getting worse pretty quickly. Bloodmoon attacked Lunar and Ruin was planning something big. Sun was worried with how Moon was letting his anger to overtake him. Ruin together with Bloodmoon blew up the Daycare and Sun and Moon were sendt to Ruin's dimension for whole October.

Sun didn't have that much time to think too much about everything because they had to stay safe and get a way back to their dimension. Though he wasn't free from worry. He was scared that Moon won't wake up twice during their time in Ruin's dimension. It gave him PTSD and he was afraid that Moon could've been dead.

After some pleas Moon agreed that Sun will take the cure for ruin virus from Ruin's creator's laboratory. They were able to come back to the Daycare safely and they gave Ruin the cure. Things started to seemingly calm down. Solar rebuilt the Daycare. Ruin was now good. It didn't last long because Bloodmoon returned and killed Earth. They decided to hunt them down.

Unfortunately Moon and Solar made bad decision by forcing Sun to go on a hunt for Bloodmoon. Gladly they heard Sun out and let him try to give BM a chance. BM refused Sun's offer and then Sun learned that BM was actually behind July 16th incident, not Eclipse. Earth later told Sun and Moon that maybe Eclipse could've been redeemed because he seemed to be changing.

Later things seemed to get better. Though the problems kept stucking. The boys learned from Lunar about his powers and that Astral Bodies are observing them and if Lunar won't control their powers, he'll get killed. They were also warned to not use star's power because they also could get killed for that. And SW kidnapped Earth and threatened Sun and Moon to stay away from his business. They found out that Earth has some program which erases her memories about her father being evil.

Sun's mental state kept worsening but now he was lying and saying that he was doing okay. Because others had more important issues on their plates.

After Christmas Eclipse announced his return and threatened them that he'll kill them. Moon became more paranoid and aggressive which was scarying Sun. Thankfully Solar was there to stop Moon from making rush and dangerous decisions.

Sun went to therapy session with Earth and told her how Eclipse's return was stressing him out. While I think that he wasn't telling the whole truth, there was some truth to it. I think that Solar's presence was helping Sun with seeing Eclipse differently. And I think that it was then when Sun realized that Eclipse isn't the same as "Eclipse". But Eclipse's return and the way he was talking and acting, yet again triggered Sun. He saw "Eclipse" once again.

Later Sun and Moon were searching for Eclipse. Sun's words about killing Eclipse and creator are callback from the time when Sun said that they should kill their enemies. In both cases they were Sun's intrusive thoughts but for Sun it isn't like that. That's why both times Sun called himself stupid because he knows that this is bad. This time is different though because Sun promised himself that he needs to be stronger. In order to prevent the repeat of events from last year, he decided to not engage in anything and he left things for Moon and Solar.

Seeing how he blew up at Catnap shows us that sitting and waiting for others to resolve things makes things worse. We can still see signs that Sun is suicidal. He keeps making weird comments and told a suicide joke to Catnap.

Up to this point Ruin was able to trap Eclipse and Moon gave Eclipse a chance but he had to agree on the deal. Now they were searching on who brought Eclipse back together with Eclipse.

But let's focus on the conversation Sun and Moon had with Eclipse. Sun seemed nervous maybe even scared. He was unable to look at Eclipse. And he constantly repeats that he wants Eclipse dead. It doesn't make sense with how guilty Sun seemed before Eclipse returned and how he told Solar that he's making him feel better about Eclipse.

That's because Sun doesn't want to kill Eclipse. He blames himself for how Eclipse turned out to be. But I think the way Eclipse talks and behaves, trigger Sun's delusional mind and he's unable to differentiate between Eclipse and "Eclipse". He wants "Eclipse" dead. Not Eclipse. He said that he wanted to save Eclipse at first. But he wasn't talking about Eclipse. He's talking about "Eclipse" who is him so he's actually talking about himself.

In order to prevent himself from hurting others, he needs to take out the root of the problem which is "Eclipse" - the true Sun. He wants to kill himself. After all, he said that the worst thing that happened to him is that someone showed up in his head and that they came back even if Sun got rid of him. Over and over again. I think that Sun was talking about "Eclipse". He's tired of being evil and constantly ruining everything and making everything worse and hurting others.

Important thing to note is that Sun turns off every mirror in their house because he can't look at his own reflection because he doesn't want to see "Eclipse". He tries to distract himself by playing games, sitting at computer all day or spending some time with others so he won't hear "Eclipse" anymore. But it isn't enough so now he drinks his stress away hoping that maybe it'll muffle "Eclipse's" voice. But it won't help in the long run. Sun can't run away from his mental issues forever.

On lighter note I think that Sun may try to reach out to Eclipse encouraged by Solar's presence and companionship. It seems that Solar helped Sun a lot when it comes to Eclipse. Unfortunately because others are unaware of Sun's mental disorder it only helped a little because now Sun is more than sure that the "Eclipse" he wants to kill it's he, himself. I'm betting that Sun will try to apologize to Eclipse.

But to be honest I doubt that Eclipse will accept Sun's apology and take his offer of help. It's completely understandable. He has valid reasons to not trust Sun and to not want to have anything to do with him. Though I'm afraid that it'll cement in Sun that he's unable to fix what he messed up. We could see that with Bloodmoon and it'll probably be the same with Eclipse.

And with high possibilty that others will be able to resolve the problems without Sun's help, it might be a final push for Sun to end his own life. To finally get rid of "Eclipse".

I think that we're heading to ending of this arc soon and then we shall see how things will turn out to be.

I hope that all of this was somewhat coherent and makes sense. I tried my best to explain why I think that for Sun there are two Eclipses and why Sun thought for a long time that our Eclipse was "Eclipse" - Sun's hallucination, the voice from his head.

Also I hope that I didn't make too many mistakes.

#sun and moon show #sams #sams sun #sun and moon show sun #sams eclipse #sun and moon show eclipse #meta analysis #mental health #tw suicide #tw depressive psychosis #tw intrusive thoughts #tw psychotic episode #tw delusion

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its-blip-on-the-radar · 7 months

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"Holy shit, they actually got it right. I thought they'd never get it right."

It's funny when the hallucinations actually gender me correctly. I'm plagued by voices that are annoying and also transphobic to me personally.

By the way! By the time you guys will be seeing this, I will be back home in Chicago. I've got a lot of stuff to do once I'm back so next weeks comic MAY be late. Not 100% sure just quite yet. I'll keep y'all updated.

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[ID: A greyscale four panel comic. The first panel depicts a light skinned man with a black mullet, sitting at a table. He has a dark grey button up on. It's unbuttoned and underneath is a light grey t-shirt. He's leaning his head on his hands and his expression looks aggravated. Behind him is a shadow figure, standing in as a representation of hallucinations. The shadow has an evil grin as he speaks. It says "Hey! Hey! She's not listening to me! Pay attention to me! Listen to me bitch!" in a black text bubble with white scratchy text.

In the second panel, the man has stood up, slamming one hand down on the table while the other points at the shadow. He says in a white speech bubble "I'm not scared of you buddy! Fuck right off!!". The shadow looks surprised at the retaliation.

In the third panel, the shadow is walking off screen. He says in a black speech bubble with scratchy text "He doesn't want to play with us...". The man looks surprised and emotes with an exclamation point in a white speech bubble.

In the fourth panel, the man is seen running off screen after the shadow. He responds in a white speech bubble "Wait! You actually gendered me correctly! Come back!". His expression looks panicked. End ID]

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lost in nightmares (leon s. kennedy x reader)

Summary: You comfort Leon after he wakes up from a nightmare in which he relived the hellish events of Racoon City. Leon, who is suffering with PTSD, is struggling to shake the past, and only you can bring him back to reality.

Word count: 2000 words.

Warnings: PTSD, trauma attacks, hallucinations, implied self injury. Hurt/comfort.

Inspired by the note from Leon found in Resident Evil 6 that reads: “To tell you the truth, I even thought about ending it. Several times actually, with just a quick bullet to the head. But I didn’t give up.”

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Leon’s body was burning hot when he woke up, his palms sweaty and his finger nails indented into his skin where he’d made fists in his sleep. You were fast asleep beside him, lightly snoring, at peace. He looked at you momentarily with tired eyes and a small part of him envied you. The way the corners of your pretty lips were slightly upturned into a smile, even when you were sleeping. It eased him slightly, knowing you were there next to him, and he was safe. It has been getting easier for Leon since you’d moved in with him, but the nights were still the hardest. He didn’t want to wake you. He didn’t want to worry you.

Leon’s throat was dry and he was so sure that if he didn’t get a glass of water soon, he might just choke on the air around him. He needed to feel the cool liquid run down his throat. He needed to feel the contrast. As Leon sat up in bed, he saw a bright flash, a figure standing at the foot. Tall and Tyrant-like… all too familiar. He gasped loudly and shuffled back towards the headboard in fear, but when he blinked again, the figure was gone. Nothing but a mere figment of his imagination. A memory.

Leon took a few seconds to recuperate and worked on regulating his breathing, before swinging his legs out of the bed and standing up as quiet as he could, still making conscious effort not to wake you. In the darkness, Leon stumbled to open the bedroom door. He slipped out of the room and began to pad down the hallway, which was illuminated by a small amber nightlight. The rain outside thrashed against the window and it reminded Leon of that night, September 28th, when big fat raindrops fell atop of him as he navigated to the Racoon City Police station, dodging the undead who roamed the streets. Leon rubbed his eyes and saw one of them. A zombie— a monster— the undead. Blood stained and ripped t-shirt, still looking almost human if it wasn’t for the greying skin and white eyes. Leon blinked furiously, begging the image to go away.

“Go away,” he whispered. His skin began to tingle, and it was getting hard to breathe again. “You’re not real— go away.” His voice became a little more loud and a little more stern with fury. He was mad at himself. Why couldn’t he shake these images? These feelings?

It should have been different. He was working for the US government now; not by choice, but they had him training under the influential Major Krauser. Krauser was tough and rough and had been through a lot, just like Leon. He’d fought in wars all around the world; and yet, he seemed unfazed by it all. It had been two years since the Racoon City Incident, and still, not a day goes by when Leon didn’t reminisce. He wished he didn’t— he wished he couldn’t. Leon wished for a lot of things, but life goes on.

‘I’m not a kid anymore,’ Leon thought to himself. ‘So why am I still scared of monsters under the bed?’

After a long moment of fighting with himself in the hallway, Leon made it to the kitchen and took a glass from one of the cabinets. He opened up the freezer drawer and took out an ice cube, but stopped himself before he could put it in the glass. The cold against his skin soothed him and Leon took a breath of relief as he made a fist around the ice cube, the sharpness of the corners cutting slightly against his skin. He didn’t wince though, he barely even felt it. Leon let the ice melt into his hand and the water seep in between the gaps of his fingers until it made a puddle on the floor beneath him. Then, he wiped his hand with a towel and turned on the tap. Water.

Leon filled up his glass and turned off the tap before spinning around on his heel.

What he saw next, made his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. The RPD uniform, skin turning purple but still those big, empathy-filled brown eyes. Marvin.

“Save me, Leon,” Marvin choked out, and extended his arm towards his employee.

Leon dropped the glass of water on the floor, the cup smashing beneath him and shards of the glass cutting his leg and feet open. But Leon couldn’t move, it was like his feet was stuck to the tiles. Like his mind was stuck back-in-time.

“Why didn’t you save me?” Marvin called out again, his voice edging more into a pained croak.

“No, no, no…” Leon shook his head, tears filling his blue eyes.

“They’re all going to die, Leon,” Marvin mused. “Just like me. Just like Ada…”

“Stop— stop it,” Leon pleaded. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

“Claire… Sherry…” Marvin sighed, shaking his head. He then made full eye contact with Leon, his face straight and sour. He said your name.

“Fuck you,” Leon spat. He reached down to his waist hoping to find his pistol holstered there, but was instead met by nothing. He wasn’t in his cop uniform like he’d pictured, but instead, a white v neck t-shirt and a pair of light grey sweatpants. He was in his pyjamas.

Leon made a fist instead, letting his fingernails dig into his skin. If he was hard enough; maybe the pain would wake him up from this real life nightmare. He wanted a gun. He wanted to shoot Marvin— kill him for good— and then maybe, maybe he’d kill himself too. Put an end to all of this finally, so he could stop being an inconvenience to you, and Krauser, and everyone else around him. Leon had changed so much since the Racoon City Incident, there was no telling who he was anymore.

Leon fell to his knees sobbing, the glass beneath him now itching against the material of his sweats, begging to cut through. Leon’s cries were hysterical, terrified wails coming from a petrified 23 year old boy who just missed the person he used to be.

“Leon? Leon!” You’d been calling his name for ten or so seconds before Leon finally heard your voice. He opened his eyes, which were now red and sore, and instead of Marvin standing by the door, he was met with you, your eyes wide and doe-like as you analysed what was before you. Your boyfriend kneeling on the kitchen floor amongst shards of glass and spilt water and specs of blood staining his pants. His cheeks were tear stained although he wasn’t crying anymore.

“I— I—“ Leon choked, unable to force his words out.

“Oh baby, it’s okay, it’s okay,” you promised, taking big steps over to him and taking his hand, carefully helping him to his feet as you tried to avoid the glass. Leon wrapped his big arm around you and held onto you tight as you walked alongside him, leaving the kitchen and heading into the living room.

Leon slumped down onto the sofa and you curled up beside him.

“Did I wake you up…?” Leon sniffed.

You paused momentarily. He did wake you up, but you knew the immense amount of guilt Leon would feel if he learned that. It would be another thing that he’d blame himself for.

“The rain woke me up,” the little white lie left your lips like velvet. “It’s so loud out there. I think there’s a storm coming.” You frowned.

Leon’s expression matched yours and he looked down at the floor beneath him. Your eyes followed his gaze and you noticed his foot was still bleeding from the glass.

“Oh— oh sweetie, you’re hurt,” you acknowledged, standing up. “Let me go grab a Med Kit.”

Before Leon could reply and even attempt to reassure you that he was fine, you bolted to the bathroom cabinet and grabbed an unused First Aid Spray, before returning to Leon in the living room. You dropped to your knees in front of him and began to tend to his wound.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” you said, concentrating on stopping the bleeding. “You know, talking about it might help.”

“I think— I think I’m losing it.” Leon said plainly and without any emotion.

“Losing what, exactly?” you beckoned him further.

Your boyfriend shrugged. “My mind?” he returned your questioning tone.

You stood back up and sat down next to him. You placed both of your hands on Leon’s face and traced the height of his cheekbone with your fingers. He sunk into your warm embrace, his heart rate slowing down from the panicked and erratic speed that it was. You ran your fingers through his tousled dark blonde hair, making sure it was out of his eyes and you could say his beautiful face.

“Is it… the incident?” You use your words carefully after having a conversation with Leon’s therapist about it. You discussed how it was best to not bring up certain words as it may just trigger him more.

Leon nodded silently and you gave him a minute to gather his words. Sometimes, time was all he needed.

“The nightmares have been getting better since you moved in, since we— share a bed. But, I still get them sometimes. This one was a really bad one. I was in the NEST lab, finding all this dirt on Umbrella when… he came. Birkin— mutated— that ugly fuck—“

“And then you woke up?” sensing that he was about to spiral, you made your choice to interrupt Leon.

“Yeah… and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. So I got up and went to get some water but I kept seeing things— feeling things—hearing things. I can’t escape it. It’s too much…”

You grabbed a hold of Leon’s hands and squeezed them with all the strength you could muster. “Leon Scott Kennedy, you are a hero. You and Claire… you saved that little girl. You made it out of that hellhole alive and able to tell the story. You fucking did it! You’re a natural born survivor and you’re brave and— holy shit, you’re the strongest person I know. All the odds were against you and you made it.”

You watched as Leon’s face hardened.

“I won’t rest until Umbrella are done for,” Leon interrupted you. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure the world doesn’t see another Racoon City Incident…”

“Okay, good, keep fighting. It’s what you’re best at,” you beamed at your boyfriend and he offered you a small, weak smile. “Leon, I want you to know this won’t be easy but I’ll be with you, every step of the way. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you so much.” Leon sighed, leaning into your body and inhaling. You curled up beside him and placed a kiss into his neck.

“I love you too, my hero.”

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon s kennedy #resident evil #fan fic #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 remake

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fandomwritingbit · 1 year

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Serial killer william afton x law enforcement (afab)reader pt.2

pt.1 here

WARNINGS--- smut, Roughness, violence, child murder, manipulation, brainwashing, degradation. I think that about covers it. But Afton is a child murderer. There’s going to be dark shit mixed in. Oh, and swearing, but it's a bit late for that warning.

“Well hello again. Don’t you look fucking sweet.” Hungry eyes ran up and down over your body, teasing a wolfish grin on Afton’s face. God, that skirt looked good on you and that bloody tight blouse - that couldn’t be an accident, you’d chosen to wear that today, to be a little fucking tease. He looked at you for a reaction, some acknowledgement of him now, even of what had happened last week: but there was only an expression of indignation.

“And don’t you look rough. Guards not treating you nice?” You bite back.

The week had gone by dead slow but finally here you were again, sat with this evil man, trying to put up with his antics. You’d thought over the car situation over and over again and eventually resigned to it being some sort of tiredness induced hallucination, it just couldn’t be anything else. Speaking to your mum, she'd said the same. But the nagging feeling of it being more than that, something darker and more serious hadn’t let you sleep for the past 7 nights.

Seeing Afton sat down cockily opposite you made you feel sick to your stomach, and you ached to question him about the incident; but how could you without looking like a lunatic? And what if it was all in your head? Then you've just admitted to a cunt of a case study that you had a dream about him and someone like him would run riot with that.

"Aren't you in a good mood? You having your monthly?" He laughs mockingly, the irritation on your face amusing him more. Regardless of how overly sexist that was, you knew that he was just trying to piss you off, but you were stressed enough already and by God was it working.

"We're not here for a catch up, are we, Mr Afton?" You answer flatly. Trying to get your mind off the incident and back into the room, you have an itinerary to get through. And it was a rough one today and all.

"No. You're after getting in my head. Where are we going to start then?"

You allow yourself a slow smile as you make him wait for the answer, he probably won’t like this.

“Well, as this is our first proper session, we’ll start small.” You begin, pulling out a notepad you’d pre-labelled with the topic of discussion for today. Not bothering to look at him, you know well enough that he was staring at you, making your hands stutter slightly. “A character evaluation.” You look up to see him laugh, shaking his head.

“Already done that. I’m as sane as they come, I’m afraid.” There was a smug sneer to his voice that intrigued you.

“Not a psych evaluation, Mr Afton. It’s quite evident that you’re responsible for your crimes.” More than evident in when he told the court assigned psychiatrist to ‘go fuck themselves’ multiple times during questioning. “The uh... people who commit crime like yours, tend to have a few common traits...” before you could even reach your point the man before you threw his head back in laughter.

“You think I’m a narcissist?”

“I have no doubt that you’re a narcissist, Mr Afton.” You couldn't help but laugh, God anyone who so much as glanced at him could tell that much. “All I’m going to ask you to do, is to go through your first.” You explain, quickly adding. “Victim. Your first victim.” The smirk on his face made you glad you’d specified that.

“I’m not interested in times, dates, Hell even places. I know all that. But I want you to give me your account.”

The inmate fell silent for a moment, looking at his hands. “I can do that for you, if you’re sure you want to hear it, sweetheart.” You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at that. “But in return...”

Sighing you start mentally preparing yourself for him to ask you to flash something or smuggle him something. They were all the same these inmates, thinking they had the right to ask for anything and more than eager to keep a death grip of the one crumb of power they had: their information.

“If you aren't up for talk, Mr Afton. I’ll just go, I’m not here to bargain with you, it doesn’t affect me if you don’t spe-.”

“Except it does.” He cuts you off, “It's your job to get me to- quite a competitive job too, I imagine.” He leans forward, presenting both his palms in a cock-sure shrug. “So, if you want the prestige of being the one to... open me up, you’ve got to scratch me back.”

You scoff a laugh, the audacity of him. He was threatening you with clamming up. Arrogantly thinking he knew all about you and your career. “In what way, Mr Afton? Extra yard time?” You say patronisingly, your irritation clear, and that pinch between your brows was more than alluring to him.

He laughs, “No. All I’m going to ask you to do, sweetheart; is answer a question for me.” Hmm, how odd, you think to yourself. What the Hell could he want to know from you? Even though you felt unease at that request, you bite the lure. He’d been right about the prestige angle, it’d look great if you could be the one to provide some insight into this nasty piece of shit, but more than that, you wanted to for your own interest.

“...Dependent on the nature of the question... and the value of your account. Sure.” You say finally, confident that if you weren’t happy to answer you could just leave, this fucker simply couldn’t. Right?

“Where do you want me to start?”

“From the beginning. It's quite clear some of your murders were premeditated, when did you decide to kill Charlotte Emily?” You don’t even have to look at your notes for that name, the brutality of her death was ingrained in your psyche. Surprisingly the man in front of you burst into laughter, seemingly greatly amused by your questioning, which was more than unreasonable to your mind.

“When I seen her there- outside the restaurant.” The wide grin didn’t retreat despite the conversation turning darker by the second. “Coppers made that mistake too. Think that just ‘cos I knew her, and her fucking father...” He spat the last part and you make a note of some strong feelings towards Mr Emily. “That I didn’t like her or sommet. It had nowt to do with the girl.”

You force yourself to keep his eye, even as his flicked over you profile trying to determine if his words were shocking you. “Truthfully,” he continued, “I killed her ‘cos she was there.” And the nonchalance of his delivery made your blood simmer.

You desperately try to keep your thoughts hidden, this was something new, no mention of this murder being opportunistic anywhere in his file. The nature of their relationship and the efficiency of the slaughter, both reeked of planning.

“Why were you there?” You manage to ask.

“Had a long, difficult day. Kids were real bratty- I needed a smoke.” He sat a little straighter for a moment, “Come to think of it, I’d kill for one now.” He made a point of looking at your bag. His choice of words not amusing you at all.

Your eyebrows must have narrowed instantly at his blatant hinting because he chuckled. “Come on, love. I’m giving you what you want.”

“What makes you think I have any?” You near snap, eager to get him back on track. This distraction demonstrating his more than typical entitlement.

“I can smell them on you.” You feel a chill at how he was looking at you. “And you’ve been tapping your foot since you came in... my guess is you need one as well.”

You shake your head, knowing that humouring him wasn’t a good idea in the long run, but you needed to hear what he had to say next. And so, with a look of distaste in your eye, you reach over and pull a pack out from your bag. Trying not to think about how the guards would bollock you for even considering giving such a violent offender something he could potentially use as a weapon. You hold them close enough for him to grab one and light it from between his fingers.

“Go on.” You say, picking up your pen again, to continue your notes. Watching how the cuffs moved as he brought the fag away from his mouth, blowing the smoke slowly directly at you, again finding humour in the seriousness of your face.

“I come out there fuming, half-pissed and all, like I said, the day had been shit. And she was just stood there, in the dark, near the bins. A fucking child just unsupervised.” He drew on his cigarette again, the action a little stiffer, as the recounting had made him more tense.

“It were raining, stupidly cold. Didn’t really want to be out there myself and she's got her back to me looking at sommet.”

Honestly what the fuck had she been doing there? Where was her gob-shite of a dad? He approached her pissed, poised to shout at her for being an idiot, for God’s sake anything could happen to a little lass out on her own. She hadn’t seen him, not even heard the fire door closing heavy behind him.

“I went over to her, finally she fucking turned to see who it was.” He shook his head. “She spoke to me, complaining about sommet some other kid had said.” He leaned forward before saying the part you were waiting for, making a point of bringing his head close to yours and locking your eyes.

“And I grabbed hold of her neck- didn’t even need two hands.” Your whole body goes taut with a mixture of anger and fear as two of his fingers run up the back of your hand on the table. Tracing over the knuckles, wearing half a smile. “And squeezed... Didn’t take very long, her neck snapped I think, definitely not long enough for her to choke.”

You wrench your hand free of him, and look away in disgust, you’d heard such vile acts described time and time again but each word he’d said sent shivers down your spine.

When you can bring yourself to look at such a monster, you see him unconcerned, tapping ash into your glass of water. A mocking blasé expression on his face, that only became amusement when he saw how wrought you looked.

“That enough for you, sweetheart?” He said with a mean chuckle. Taking one last drag of his cigarette before tossing the left-over end into the glass, his lack of care and respect completely bare. “Aw, I didn’t mean to offend your delicate sensibilities.” He jeered.

You scowl, “That was more than sufficient, Mr Afton.”

He placed his palms flat on the table, and the sight of his large hands took the air from your lungs. They were rough and calloused, the knuckles crisp with dried blood. Those killer’s hands had been on you. Your face. Your throat. Your... Good God, the sensation that jolted through you was like being hit in the stomach with a hammer. You wanted to strip yourself of your skin.

You clear your throat, pulling at the collar of your blouse, trying to get some more air.

"You alright? It'd be a bad idea to faint in here. All alone. With me." The flash of fear caused by his words prickled all over you skin.

"Just... I'm fine. I just need to step outside for a moment." You say, feeling dizzy. You'd undone the top two buttons of your shirt, but they did very little to help the overwhelming attack of fear you were experiencing.

Too focused on not passing out, you'd missed how he zeroed in on your now exposed flesh. It was nothing really - only your collarbone - but seeing the smooth vulnerable softness of your skin stirred his cock, the bulge pressing uncomfortably against his trousers.

You stand up and are about to flee the confined space, but the sound of his cuffs moving makes you look to him.

"I haven't even asked my question yet.” He says loud enough to make you stop still. Looking to him, waiting a beat of silence before he spoke.

"You look very tired... have you lost sleep 'cos of the other night?" At once, you freeze, hands loose and useless by your sides as your brain attempts to make reason. Turning to face him, you feel like a simpleton. "You know, in your car?" He finishes, voice low with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

Slowly, your dumbfounded state dissolves and is replaced by an anger you couldn't begin to comprehend. You move quickly to the table, slamming your hands down as you move to interrogate him. He leans back in his chair, tied hands raised in a patronising surrender. The sound of the metal clinking was able to bring you back to your senses somewhat.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You start slowly. Of course, you knew, but you needed him to say it, for the sake of your sanity.

"Surely you remember? I thought I was more memorable than that." He spoke through a smug smile, "Our little 'rendezvous' last week?" At that moment, you didn't have the facility to answer, only reliving the situation again, with the devastating knowledge that you'd been right: it was real.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He pauses to laugh, "Oh don't tell me that... that you'd convinced yourself that it was all a dream." He stuck his bottom lip out patronisingly, his whole demeanour alight with amusement.

"I- it was... you." So much anger and confusion were banging around your skull that you couldn't manage to string together a coherent answer. He just watched you, expectantly.

"You were in my car?" You finally say, little more than a whisper. "How the fuck were you in my car?"

"You’re the same as the coppers, trying to get to the bottom of everything." He shook his head, "Does it fucking matter, how?"

No. No, it didn't, not really. All that mattered was that he was. And could be again. You suppress the shiver your body seems determined to have you experience.

"Listen here, you perverted cunt." You speak levelly, leaning down to his eyeline, only to be met with the grin of a Cheshire cat. "Whatever you did- however you did it, keep the fuck away from me." He raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak but you didn't let him.

"I fucking mean it. I could make your life Hell in here and still sleep soundly, alright?" The condescending look of him nearly made you hit him.

"That's cute. But I already told you, sweetheart. We're not done playing 'til I say so." It was then that you realised you were trying to reason with a monster. They don't do compromise or agreement; he won't budge an inch regardless of how hard you push.

You stand up straight. Brushing down you skirt and gathering up the documents you brought with you, all while under his eye.

You didn't look at him, be it from fear or anger, only at the wall behind him. "I'm not putting up with this. The big wigs can send someone else to deal with your shit."

"If you don't come back, y/n. You'll fucking regret it." He paused, his face tight with irritation. "23 hours a day in a cell without the prospect of seeing a pretty little thing like you? Hmm... I might just get bored. You know what I like to do when I'm bored?"

His threats can go to Hell on the bus right next to him, you think to yourself. Your pulse too fast for your liking. You press the buzzer for the door and wait for the guard to let you out. Ignoring the slam of a fist on the metal desk, not daring to look at the man.

The guard at last comes in and lets you out, a few others at the door waiting to escort that psychopath back to his cage. You can only watch as one places his hand on Afton's, and he greets it by headbutting the man. Hard. Such a violent action that left everyone stunned. An animalistic grunt left the guard as the stark colour of blood began to coat his fingers. In seconds, the rest swarmed him and began man-handling him out of the interview room.

It took 4 guards to move him, but soon they all joined you in the corridor, and you watched shocked still at the violent outburst. They begin trying to walk him down the hall, but he stops still, turning towards you abruptly. Blood was the first thing you could register. Blood from nutting that guard, it looks like he broke his nose, yet he stares at you like nothing could possibly be bothering him. A cutting edged grin on his face.

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart.” He says simply, smirking. The guards on him, shouting abuse and pulling on him to move. Eventually, he does, but it's clear that it was his decision, not theirs.

You just stand for a minute, thinking over what had just occurred. You got some answers, but, man, you almost wished you hadn’t and that display of intimidation? Usually, you’d declare it pathetic hard-man syndrome, but the attack on that guard and zero acknowledgement of his injury frightened you. He seemed... abnormal. So lost in your thought you didn’t register the presence of O’Connor.

“Are you, uh, alright?” He asks quietly, a hesitant look about him only growing as you turn to look at him. Your face was stern, and your pupils tiny, you looked almost haunted, and he looked away somewhat fearfully.

“Not really.”

“What the Hell did he say to you? It must’ve been...” He trailed off, realising that the question certainly wasn’t welcome right now.

“Look, O’Connor. I don’t want to talk about it. I need... to go.”

“Yeah I... yeah.” He doesn’t try to push you anymore. The harsh tone of your voice told him not to bother. And so, he shows you out, not another word exchanged. You practically run to your car, slamming the door and locking it instantly. Sitting for what felt like ages before being able to drive home waves of contrasting emotions hit you one by one - hands going from shaking messes to white knuckling on your steering wheel.

Your drive had been particularly slow and careful, having to force your mind to focus on the road rather than analysing the events of the day, but it was ridiculously hard to do so. By the time you got back to your flat, you were exhausted, electing to call your friend to come over and watch some mind-numbing shit and try and distract you from all this shit you could hardly comprehend. All was arranged, and you go up the stairs to your floor, hoping they’d bring some wine over with them.

Holding your briefcase between your legs, you fumble with the key to get yourself in. Maybe some emotions were catching up with you because your hands were shaking, made worse by the feeling of embarrassing yourself in the corridor. Finally, you do so and shove the door open angrily, all but throwing yourself inside.

Slamming the door shut, you take a moment to rest your head against its hard surface and close your eyes. Once suitably relaxed, you turn to go and take a seat and wait for your mate, but all air is ripped from your body in a ruthless gasp when you see the interview room that you’d only just escaped from. Alarms are blaring in your ears, shoving you into fight or flight, whilst your eyes scan the room for the known cause.

He’s sat at his side of the desk, biting his nails, looking up at you as though you had intruded on him. Malicious glee radiating from his form. Your hands are on the door handle before you can register the movement, your body knowing better than you mind and aching all over to get out at any cost. The handle only moves a centimetre, clearly locked. But in your desperation, all you can do is turn it over and over again, the action becoming violent as your hope is lost.

“It wouldn’t have been a smart move to leave you a way out, now, would it?” He says with a playful tone as you slowly face him, back pressed against the door. His nose had tape on it and looked as though it had been broken significantly. Afton watches you with his head cocked, eyes narrowed as he tries to predict your next move.

Shakily you grab your briefcase, holding it up in front of you as the only thing you had to keep some distance between this sick fuck and yourself. Trying to maintain a steady rhythm of breathing, you watched wide-eyed as he stood up and took a step towards you.

“Don’t come any fucking closer.” You say automatically, as loudly and with as much authority as you could. And he stopped for a moment before very pantomimingly taking another step towards you.

"Or what? You'll hit me?" He smirked, stopping about a metre and a half in front of you. Even from such a distance, he towered over you, and your mind spins with the thought that he could very easily overpower you. Especially with his account of poor Charlie Emily murder. 'Didn't even need two hands,' he'd said, the words making you gulp.

Still holding up the briefcase, you exhale raggedly through your nose as all paths of thought brought you to dead-ends. All you could do was talk to him, try and keep him away.

“What- why am I here?” You eventually manage, glaring at him for any hint of movement.

“I thought that maybe we could continue our little chat.” He paused, “But you seem lost for words - funny given how you were all big talk earlier. No more threats?” The twisted grin didn't leave his face, but there was a razor-sharp edge to his voice. You don’t answer, unsure of what you could possibly say. Did he forget what the roles were here? This was all because of what happened in the car... what was happening now.

“No?” He steps again towards you, and you bolt to the other side of the room, desperately trying to maintain distance. You position yourself behind the desk, still brandishing your only weapon. Turning to you, he laughs shortly, finding amusement in your futile fear. He moves again, quickly this time to the corner you’re standing in. In an unthought action, you attempt to push the table towards him, in reflection, unsure of what you hoped to accomplish. In your panic, you hardly register that it doesn’t move an inch.

“Bolted down, sweetheart. Keeps me out of trouble. Shouldn’t you know that?” He takes a hold of your arm before you can take action, and although you swing the briefcase, he wrenches it from you, throwing it to the floor. Your arm is used as leverage to manoeuvre you to the wall, where he held you in place.

“Get the fuck off me.” You hiss between clenched teeth.

“No. I’m bored of cat and mouse.” He says matter-of-factly, stooping down so he could meet your eye. He turns his head so close that you can feel his breath on your neck: it makes your skin crawl.

“Don’t you smell nice.” You feel the sensation of two fingers tracing the side of your cheek. “Such a bad idea for a lovely piece like you to come into prisons. Do you have any idea how long it's been since some of us have played with a woman?” Revolted by his words, you spit directly into his face, trying to use his reaction to push him away. Not moving in the slightest, your hands are pulled from his shoulders, and both caught above your head in one of his. You wince at the tightness of his grip, trying to kick at him, to which he inserts his knee between your legs and pushes you up the wall so that only the point of your shoes can scrap the floor.

He wipes the saliva from his face and your stomach clenches as he places his fingers, slick with you assault, in his mouth.

“How fast is your pulse going? What are you, fucking scared?”

“Fuck you.”

“Not yet, I don’t think you could handle that.” His eyes watch your lips as they tremble at his words. “We were only going to talk, but it appears that you’re ‘not up for that’.” He says, cruelly mocking what you’d said earlier and bringing himself awfully close to your ear. “What are you up for, huh?” The vibration of his words made you shiver as you fight with your mind screaming to get away but your body to enthralled by the touch of such a terrifying powerful man.

“You’re vile.” The words tear from your throat with venom, the sensation of his breath on your skin too much. But you’re powerless to free yourself. For god’s sake you’re not even standing up on your own.

He laughs, only coming closer to press his lips against the side of your neck. “I think you’re lying. Your heart is going so fast you’re either terrified, or you like me holding you down, sweetheart” He presses a kiss over your pulse, curbing another laugh. The action feels surprisingly gentle from a man whose grip was cutting bruises into your wrists. “And in my experience, people who are scared aren’t usually so hateful.”

"Usually, they sing my praises."

Before even finishing his sentence, he shifts your weight, bringing you a centimetre higher up the wall, his knee pressing against heat between your legs that you were only now becoming aware of. The movement brought attention to your clit and a slight gasp leaves you, before you can consider why having a killer do as he wishes with you was making you wet.

He mock-gasps against your skin, “Definitely the latter.” To prove his point, he slowly moves his knee back and forth, only slightly stimulating you through the layers of clothes but enough to stir a feeling you were desperate to quell. Your breath hitches after a moment of such a small movement, and it becomes increasingly clear to you that he was right, you were liking this too much.

Unable to anything but take what he was offering, you lose yourself in the orgasm that was being teased from you. Moaning at the biting kisses to your neck, the kind that would leave you a picture of bruises, but you couldn’t find it in you to care. You were so lost in the growing need to cum that you didn’t notice when he stopped moving against you and you were using nothing but your core and sheer will, to drag yourself against him for pleasure. His hand entrapping yours left only your determination to bring yourself to your peak, and he groaned his approval and pleasure against your flesh.

You could feel his cock pressing at your hip and if anything, it only turned you on more. You were co close to tasting your end and your sides were burning from the effort to achieve it, silently begging him to use his free hand to just help you, because you’ve never wanted anything more than the snapping of this tight fretful coil inside you.

He doesn’t, but provided you relief when he again meets the roll of your hips with his knee, the act enough to make you cum. Your body reeling with it as you back arched against him. Feet barely able to touch the floor and provide you purchase. If it wasn’t for his grunt against you, you wouldn’t have noticed the desperate noise that left your lips, it sounded foreign, carnal.

“I fucking knew it.” He hissed, his voice harsh in your ear. He allowed you to recover for a moment, letting you stand and releasing your arms, knowing you were still trapped by his presence in front of you. Looking to his face, your met with a glare from him in frustration. He seemed just as tightly wound, and drunk on the feeling you grab for his cock, hearing his breath stagger as you do.

Almost immediately he pulls your hand away, such restraint leaving him panting. “So fucking eager for someone who wants nothing to do with a vile killer.” He coos, finding it in him to laugh. “If I let go of you, what are you going to do?”

His question falls on dumb ears and you’re completely unable to answer him. What would you do? What were you planning to have done? You feel disgust at the thought of you fumbling for him like that. How could you possibly want more?

“Exactly.” As he speaks, he traces down the side of your face, the gesture stirring your stomach. “It must have been a while since someone played with you, sweetheart. Cos you look like a junkie who's just found a needle.” Chills ran down your spine at those words. It was true. You’d found crazy pleasure against a child murderer.

Someone so monstrous that it was devastating that he was human.

#william afton #fnaf #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #fnaf smut #william afton x you #fnaf x reader #serial killer william

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demon----dean · 7 months

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WIP Wednesday!

Okay, technically Thursday in this part of Europe already, but you get the drift.

This is from a silly fic I am writing loosely based on this writing prompt:

"You, an evil sorcerer, decide to summon a demon. You expected a large, monstrous being, as was illustrated in the book, but are surprised to find a child. The demon you summoned is seemingly six and on their first summoning mission!" by @wordsnstuff

Let's make it modern Obikin, Obi-Wan is a grieving lawyer and baby!demon!Anakin is very eager to impress him. 😄 (He may or may not be also imprinting on Obi-Wan like a baby duck, who knows. ;))

Obi-Wan staggered back into the library, Qui-Gon’s favourite place in the house he guessed now belonged to him.

He knew his father had been into the occult, and it was a petty thought to seek a spell, but Obi-Wan felt like he would go and do something unforgivable himself, if justice wasn’t served.

He fumbled and eventually managed to open the secret compartment where the oldest and most precious books were hidden.

“Let’s see…” He mumbled, allowing himself to drop to the floor, the room spinning as the alcohol worked through his system.

“Spells… Spells to have a good harvest, spells to attract romance… Summoning spell…” Wait. That might be the one he needed!

He flipped to the right page and paled as he saw the evil creature with goat body, horns and sharp teeth staring back at him.

A demon.

He could summon a demon and make sure Maul didn’t walk free.

Obi-Wan shivered and rubbed his face, feeling incredibly guilty for not keeping to his usual calm and rationality.

He was only half aware of going to the kitchen for another swing of the whiskey and herbs and candles required for the ritual.

As he came to again, he was kneeling in the middle of the library, carpet pushed aside and the ancient book open next to him.

A sigil drawn in blood.

He took a shuddering breath and cut his palm, careful as he dipped his index finger into the crimson liquid and started tracing the winding lines from the book onto the floor.

“Forgive me.” He mumbled to the ghost of Qui-Gon, undoubtedly watching over him from somewhere above and judging his inability to let go.

As Obi-Wan finished the sigil, he lit the candles and herbs, focusing his drunk brain to read the Latin enchantment.

His tongue felt heavy, and his voice trembled, but all the years at law school were paying off as his Latin was semi decent even intoxicated.

“Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” He finished, his heart beating as the temperature seemed to suddenly drop and then rise fast.

The ground under him was quaking.

Oh no. What is this blood thirsty creature tears me apart and won’t listen to my commands? He wondered in panic as the sigil started to glow.

Well, it was too late to turn back now. Whatever sort of monster he had called to this dimension, he would have to face it.

The lights flickered rapidly, between one blink and the next, there was a figure standing before him.

The figure…

Was a small boy, dressed in rags. He had a bowl cut and round cheeks. He looked adorable and innocent, except for the unnatural golden eyes and small black stubs peeking out from the hair on top of his head.

Obi-Wan instantly felt himself sobering, almost as if he had been dunked in ice water.

“What is thy bidding, my master?” The boy asked in a tone way too serious for his high voice, and got down on one knee.

Obi-Wan gaped and tried to decide if maybe he should just run. Or more likely he was still extremely drunk and hallucinating. But it was a child! He couldn’t possibly ask of him what he had intended!

“I… I wanted… This horrible man, Maul, he… He took my father for me and I sought revenge in my rage. I see now that I was wrong. I would never ask you to hurt him or anyone else.”

The boy looked confused and a bit nervous now.

“Master, I am very capable. I can fetch his head for you!”

“Jesus, stop that. Stop calling me Master and stop… Stop talking about murder so casually. Please rise.” Obi-Wan pleaded, his head throbbing.

"Rise, my Master?"

"Yes, rise and... And sit on the couch. Yes. I shall make us some tea." Obi-Wan spoke with more confidence than he felt.

Dear lord, was he really inviting the demon child over for tea?

It would seem so.

#very raw #and not edited properly or beta read #so all mistakes are mine #obikin wip #wips #wip wednesday #demon!anakin #modern au

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seethesunny · 1 year

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hoax

Apple White reunites with the most important person from her past and reconsiders the sacrifice they've made.

Apple White hadn't believed the rumors when she first heard them. Too busy with her royal duties to actually focus on them.

(She had lied to herself. She would never believe the atrocious words she had heard. Not now or ever.)

Instead she had concentrated on the pressing matter: she needed to marry soon, the thought always leaving a bitter taste on her mouth.

As it turned out, Daring wasn't supposed to be her prince, her true love—like everyone else had assumed, how she had implored as she started to grow up—so now she was stuck with another Charming, someone she had never even heard before.

Daring would've understood, he wasn't selfish and arrogant and downright cruel. Daring would've been more supportive, never forced her to do things she didn't want. He would've never ever-

"Your highness." A guard came closer to her, interrupting her thoughts. "We found her, she's on the dungeon."

The words we found her echoed around in her head, drowning out any other noise.

How long had it been since she had seen her? Nowadays it was getting harder to comprehend time, ever since they had signed The Storybook Of Legends it felt like time passed excruciatingly fast and deliberately slow at the same time, her memories being mixed up to the point they were unrecognizable. But no, she hadn't hallucinated the quest where she had accompanied Raven in search for answers Apple wasn't sure she wanted to know, or the silent promise they made afterwards and then Raven broke or when later she fullfied it just for her. No, for them. Sadly, Raven becoming evil was awfully real, and she shouldn't feel remorseful, it was how it was supposed to be, it was something bigger than anyone, it was destiny.

She swallowed back the tight knot forming in her throat, feeling the guilt burn her pale skin, the overwhelming sorrow of something settling in.

"Take me to her." She managed to get out, her voice firm and composed regardless.

She started reflecting on a handful of things as they made their way through the big palace, their steps echoing across the long halls avoiding everyone. She had been questioning everything, it was so ironic to question all her life choices after getting what she wanted. She had been sure she desired it more than anything: A life where she had an undoubted affirmation that nothing bad was going to happen to her again. Yet, lately, she always came back to the same dream, to the same forbidden desire: to leave it all behind. Was she sure seeing Raven was going to do her any good? She wasn't sure. Lately, she couldn't care enough.

(And the anticipation left a hopeful spark burn bright in her heart.)

They came to a halt in front of the heavy door that obscured what was behind it, but Apple froze in her spot, her heart hammering in her chest. She held her breath as she entered the room, bracing herself for anything.

She felt her breath caught in her throat, it had been so many years but she immediately recognized her; Apple felt the same familiar ache tug at her heart.

"Raven." She gasped, her whole facade crumbling as she took more hurried steps closer to the form chained to the wall.

"Apple." Raven spat back with venom. Apple noticed her voice, it had gotten more raspy and raw since she last heard it, not how she remembered it. She wondered how hers sounded: more regal, more high and mighty, more majestic.

(More fake.)

"It's her highness Apple White to you." One of the guards barked.

"I don't care."

The other guard kicked her on her side. Raven doubled over in pain and pressed her face to the cold floor. "Hi again, her highness Apple White." The sarcasm wasn't lost to her, but Apple felt some tears burn in her eyes.

Home. She thought. No, she firmly believed.

Oh, how had she missed her. How had she yearned to hear again her quick little remarks that annoyed her but she always remembered fondly, like her most favorite thing, her most precious treasure; her memories with Raven were the only thing keeping her afloat.

"Leave." She commaned, her tone severe. She wasn't looking for permission or opinions.

"But-"

"I'm not asking!"

Taken aback by observing their usually calm and composed monarch lash out, the guards exchanged curious glances but obeyed nevertheless, their synchronized footsteps the only sound echoing in the dimly lit room.

Once they left, Apple practically rushed to Raven's side and fell to her knees.

"Raven," She touched her arm but Raven flinched away, leaving more space between them. "Raven, Raven, Raven." She choked on her words—her name felt like a prayer, like an anchor in a shipwrecked ship, like the only standing pillar in a torn apart place—as she carefully got closer, cautious this time.

The taller woman gradually lifted her face and met Apple's worried and panicked gaze.

Apple carefully studied her features: Raven was even more paler, her distinctive bright purple eyes were now under dark heavy bags. Now, she looked powerfully wicked, evil and scary even. But Apple could still picture that scared little girl underneath all of that, the girl who had risked her life to search for different outcomes and fell apart when there where none. Could Raven be wearing a disguise, like she already did?

But no, they both had wanted this. They had risked everything to get this done, to fulfill these roles, to live these lives. They had sacrificed enough for this outcome. Apple would risk getting the worst sort of punishment for contacting and freeing a war criminal again, just for Raven; for Raven she would go on a guest she didn't believe and would be the bait and sacrifice her own life, she would gladly do it eternally. For Raven, she would give every little thing.

"Apple." Raven called back, Apple blinked and finally left out the breath she held. She was powerful, the terror in everyone's lives, a cold-hearted monster who took and took and never minded anyone but herself.

And yet this was still her Raven.

So maybe she had never stopped loving her, maybe she had let this love encompass her mind enough to forget what she had become; maybe she still craved the freedom she had promised back when they were two teenagers who shared their fears in the middle of the night, naive enough to think they had a choice, maybe she still desired a life in which their love could remain untouched and pure.

With hesitation she reached for her chained hands and took them carefully in hers, when Raven didn't fight back she held them tigther. They were blazing hot, the feeling of dark magic sizzling against Raven's skin, Apple knew it would burn her hands, come morning she would feel the noticeable wounds on her skin. Her grip didn't falter.

(Apple though it was appropriate: once, she had left go off her hand when the heat had gotten unbeareable. She had left her alone. She wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.)

"Raven," She tried again, she needed to tell her something, something important, but she felt her mind go blank and not how she had anticipated. "I-"

"You don't need to say anything." Raven spoke again, losing some edge and sounding more calm, powerful and imposing, but without the anger behind her words.

A part of Apple wondered if she had only spoke at her with all that hatred because they weren't alone.

(A part of her hoped.)

"No, I need to." It was the right thing to do, it was her duty, this is what she was destined to do. She had only needed to see Raven to forgive her life. Apple would accept her apology, and afterwards they would go separate ways again. She would be free and she would be alive.

(Or that's what she desperately saw as the truth, this was just a part of her dedication to her role.)

Raven held her gaze, her dark brows furrowed, she would too tell herself the same lie and accept it. Two could play this game. "OK."

"Raven Queen, for all the power that has been given to my hands, if you surrender I will forgive all the crimes you have committed and I will forgive your life. You will be exiled from this land and unless you return, we will not harm you."

Apple waited, she expected anything, she wasn't sure what was the reaction she hoped for.

She looked at Raven leaning against the wall, her thumb stroking over her knuckles, her eyes ruminating Apple's face.

What did she expect to find exactly? Did she expect to find a way out, to continue her rampage? Was she preparing a negative response?

(Apple never contemplated that option. She wouldn't harm someone she cared about. She wouldn't kill someone who, despite the years, she cherished.)

"Raven?" There was something Apple couldn't quite read on her eyes, and for the first time since she entered the dungeon, she felt uneasy.

To her surprise Raven gave her a sad little smile and dropped her head. Apple didn't believe she was surrending; this was something else, maybe she was plotting something. She ignored her alarming realization and sat beside her, entwining her hands again.

"I missed you."

Apple felt her whole world collapse with those three words.

Raven wasn't supposed to miss her. Raven wasn't supposed to love her. Raven wasn't supposed to feel anything but pure unbridled hatred towards her. Raven had poisoned her, she had made her life miserable and that's how it was supposed to be.

"No." She shook her head with enough force to make her dizzy.

"You don't."

Raven sighed and squeezed her hand. "I did. I do."

"You can't." She looked at anywhere but the woman sitting close.

"...Apple"

"No! Raven this is not right!" She started shaking as she denied her words. Raven Queen couldn't care about Apple White.

"Apple, you can't keep doing this." She wasn't sure if those words were only meant to scold her, but Apple closed her eyes and ignored the sting in her eyes.

"I can."

"Apple, look at me."

She was stubborn, she wasn't going to give in.

How dare Raven insinuate her life was a fabricated lie?

"Fine. Don't look at me, but I will tell you regardless of what you do." Raven didn't let go of her hands.

"Raven..." She pleaded for her to be quiet.

"You can't live like this forever. I will not tolerate it."

She wasn't sure what she was trying to hint at. Her life was more than fine, this was how it was supposed to be. Raven would be exiled, she was going to marry and she would have the life she had always wanted.

"Apple, I'm not surrending."

Everything was going completely against her plans, Raven needed to play her part, she-

"You won't forgive my life." Apple pressed her eyes tighter and openly started sobbing. "So you can leave this place."

No, she wasn't going to do that, she had promised herself she would never hurt Raven, back when they signed she had promised that no matter what she would keep Raven alive.

(It was her only purpose.)

"What?"

"You can't live like this anymore Apple, you can't lie to yourself anymore. This is not what you wanted. You wanted to have a happily ever after, and I knew you wanted Daring to be your prince because you were sure he would understood when you couldn't reciprocate his feelings, when you could only manage to marry him because that's all you've ever known."

"How," Apple finally opened her eyes but didn't look at her. "How do you know?"

Apple had never liked a man, she would never love one. All her life she had convinced herself that one day she would magically feel the way her storybook narrated: that when she had her true love's kiss she would feel all her senses come alive and she would finally feel complete. And she would never wonder again late at night if she was cursed; that someone had placed a cruel curse on her since birth and she wasn't aware. If she was completely numb; she couldn't understand this, why she didn't felt anything, why there weren't any sparks when she remembered Daring or any boy for that matter. If there was a way she could fix that; who could cure something as serious as this? She didn't trust in a lot of people anymore, if she confessed she didn't imagine kissing boys but girls they would never think of her as a future queen. What would they do with her?

"I know you better than you know yourself, Apple." And she still didn't look at her, but she knew Raven was grinning. It was true.

How could she not? She had trusted Raven with all of the thoughts on her mind, had told her about how she liked going on dates with Daring but she would give her a knowing smile and Apple would say he's hexcellent, but I still don't feel that way and Raven would only laugh, high and vibrant, and pat the empty spot on her bed.

"You don't have to marry." She had abruptly been brought back to her present, this is what she wanted. "You can be free."

Apple mustered the courage to look at Raven, she gently turned her face and gasped when her attention shifted to the tears sliding through her high cheekbones.

She couldn't keep lying to herself. She had never wanted this, not since she had met Raven—when they were young teenagers, there had been a promise of freedom, they were so close to getting it, she could have chose to love Raven and live by her side—she had never wanted to be stuck with this life altering choice and being unable to do anything once again.

She leaned her head against her shoulders, suddenly feeling young and small again. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, I had an amazing life with you." She looked up and peered at those familiar eyes, the deep shade of plum shining bright. "I love you."

She ahould have told her years ago, she should have told her before they signed their terrible fates, she should have told her all those times Raven would hold her hand and calm her down, she should have told her everytime she felt her heart beating fast against her chest for her. She should told her that time after they managed to save Maddie, they were both so exhausted to argue and they had laughed until their ribs hurted, back then everything was so simple and they could indulge in how pointless it was fighting and how only them could understood.

"I know." Apple felt her heart break. "I love you too, you already knew that."

She nodded as she hid her face in the crook of her shoulder. She wished she had heard those words in another moment. "What would you have done if you hadn't signed?"

Raven softly rested her chin against her now straight hair. "I would've really liked to record some songs, maybe go on a tour, I wouldn't use dark magic to do harm, I would go anywhere you went."

Again, Apple looked at her exhausted face, fixed on her sincere smile and warm eyes. She would never picture her as a monster.

"Really?" Raven nodded and kissed her temple.

"Give me your best shot."

"We would be living on Wonderland."

Raven snorted and kissed her cheek. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm not joking Raven Queen." She feigned offense as she got closer to her face, she wanted to remember Raven as she was here: always kind, always giving more love than she should, strong and charming and independent, the girl who had caused enough commotion to almost change the world. A woman who nevertheless had left her mark on this world.

And, because Apple White was so undeniably selfish, she leaned in and at the end she kissed her lips because that was what she truly wanted. What she had wished for, what she had yearned for. She knew Raven would understand, she always did.

(Apple knew she had never deserved someone like her.)

She was always going to remember this moment as the first time she had been set free.

And Apple promised she would live free for the both of them for the rest of her life.

#dedicated to all my rapple besties <3 #rapple #ever after high #eah #eah fics #my fic tag

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archiveikemen · 1 year

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 1

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If I'm understanding the story correctly, Liam tends to have an internal monologue. He hears someone talking to him, and he'll respond to their words through his thoughts. It could also be that he has some hallucinations. But anyways, when the voice is talking to him, their lines will be written in bold to show the difference. Liam's thoughts / response to the voice will be in italics (like this). This will apply to all of Liam's stories.

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Under the dazzling spotlight, he received the rounds of applause and cheering that resonated through the theatre.

The audience's eyes were so filled with emotion, it was as if they were reaching for the brightest star in the sky.

[Liam's POV]

Liam: Thank you all for coming to our theatre tonight!

(I’m back to being me again.)

The magical feeling of living as that role faded away, and everything was back to reality.

A cold feeling radiating in my heart as reality was thrust before my eyes.

Hey, Liam. These cheers aren't meant for you.

These passionate, starstruck eyes aren't directed at “you”.

(Yeah. I know.)

That’s right. So, what is it you have to do now?

(... Work harder.)

(I’ll work harder and harder. It's okay, I know what I’m doing.)

(Or else, I…)

Ahaha. Correct, Liam. Good job, perfect score.

…

[Kate's POV]

After I was brought to Crown’s castle, I only managed to catch a few winks of light sleep before morning came.

Sitting on the bed in a room still unfamiliar to me, I thought back to the words I heard last night.

– Flashback Start –

William: There is an imperial organisation under direct command of Her Majesty Queen Victoria, all of its members are “cursed ones”.

William: — And that’s us, “Crown”.

William: We take on shady tasks ranging from spying to assassinations. In other words, the dirty work that the police or military can’t do.

– Flashback End –

(“Fighting evil with evil” for the sake of England’s prosperity.)

(That is Crown’s duty… as I was told.)

I spent a whole night here, and yet there were still so many things I didn't understand.

But there was one thing that was clear to me.

It was that I had “found out about a forbidden secret”.

A secret that nearly cost me my life.

(If I want to return to my normal life, I have to fulfil my role as a “fairytale master” for one month.)

While I “recorded”, Crown would be “watching” me.

(They’ll let me go once they can believe that I’m trustworthy enough to keep their secret.)

I looked at the jet-black typewriter on my desk.

I chose to work as a postwoman because I enjoy seeing the moment people's hearts are touched.

A few months ago, I started practising to use a typewriter, in hopes that I could one day help others write their letters.

(I never expected to end up using that skill to save my own life.)

(I wonder what kind of stories I will be writing as a fairytale writer.)

That evening, William invited me to go on a mission with him.

William: Victor said “Kate’s first partner should be William”.

Alfons: As usual. That's our overprotective aide to the Queen for you.

Kate: Alfons, will you be joining for the mission too?

Alfons: Yes, it’s my honour to be present for your first time. Let’s enjoy your first mission together.

Kate: I’ll try my best to not get in anyone's way. I look forward to your guidance.

At the same moment I suppressed my feelings of anxiety and bowed my head—

???: Hey, hey, are you going on a mission?

(...?)

A sweet vanilla scent that could drive a person crazy wafted through the air as his rose coloured hair swayed.

Liam: And Kate’s going? Wow, then I want to come along too!

Kate: Liam-san…

Liam: Uh-uh, not “Liam-san”. Just Liam. We’re friends… right?

Kate: Wah…!

With cat-like movements, he linked his hand with mine, and I caught an even stronger waft of that sweet smell.

Liam: Hey, Will. Can I go too?

William: Do whatever you want.

William: — But I just want to say, judging from that script you're holding in your hand, aren't you rehearsing for a play?

Liam shrugged his shoulders like a child getting caught for mischief, and I heard him mutter “too bad” under his breath.

Liam: Kate, are you scared to go on the mission? Will you be alright?

(... I’d be lying if I said I’m not scared.)

I refrained from saying anything that would increase my fear.

Kate: Thanks for worrying about me. But I’m really fine. I’m tougher than I look.

Liam: Ahaha, really? Even so, be careful not to get hurt.

William: Now, let’s get going. Kate and Alfons.

Kate: Okay…!

We took a carriage through the dense forest and arrived at the gate of a mansion seemingly belonging to an aristocrat.

…

Kate: Erm, is it really fine for us to enter without permission?

William • Alfons: It’s wrong, right? // We shouldn't.

(Huh?)

Servant: Who’s there!

Alfons: Speak of the devil. Here comes the guard.

William: Alfons.

Alfons removed his leather gloves in a bewitching gesture and stroked the nape of the guard’s neck with his fingers—

Servant: Hm? Are you done serving our master? You maids better work harder than you’re paid to.

Alfons: Yes, yes, that's right.

In that servant’s eyes, the three of us appeared as maids and not strangers.

(... What is this?)

Alfons: I can temporarily alter someone’s memories. A very convenient ability, don't you think?

(Oh right, every curse has its own “ ability”.)

The night I first met Crown, William used his ability to make me “obey his every command”.

William: Come on, let’s hurry. Our target is waiting for us.

When we pushed open the heavy door and entered the room, the mansion’s owner seated at the dinner table rolled his eyes.

Mansion Owner: W-Who are you…

William: Good evening.

William: I’m your friend who wrote to you saying “let’s talk in person tonight, just the two of us”.

William: How could you forget about that?

He was tricked — the blood drained from the mansion owner’s face when it hit him.

Mansion Owner: Hey! Someone come! Anyone…

William: “Shut up and stop moving. Answer my question with honesty.”

Mansion Owner: …!

William walked gracefully around the owner, who sat motionless on the chair.

William: “Golden Butterfly” — do you know anything about it?

Owner Mansion: I don't know… I really don't…!

William: Hmm? Is that so…

William: In that case, you’ve “served your purpose”.

William picked up a knife from the dining table and handed it to the owner—

William: “Slit your throat with that knife. Be quick about it.”

(...!)

In the blink of an eye, my vision was painted red.

My heart pounded at the sight of the disastrous scene in front of me — my heart was raging.

(I…)

(... I didn't expect…)

Kate: … Why?

Kate: … Why… did you have to take his life?

William: This man offered an investment opportunity to an aristocrat at a salon. He told him that he had an excellent deal for him.

William: With the money he made from those “investments”, he involved himself in human trafficking.

Kate: … Oh my gosh.

Alfons: While claiming them to be investments, the money was used on such shady business. And the mastermind behind all that… is this gentleman right here.

William: After his first strike, Her Majesty the Queen had her eyes on him. But he committed the same crime a second time, so I took matters into my own hands.

William: It’s easy to imagine the number of victims who will end up dead if this man were to be kept alive, no?

(So that’s why you beheaded him. Like removing a flower with rotten roots…)

William: Kate.

William: I’m not going to say that what we did was the right thing. No matter what the reason is, the act of taking a life can never be justified.

He narrowed his blood red eyes as he saw through my confusion.

William: Now, how do you intend to write about this as a fairytale writer?

Upon returning to the castle from the bloody mission, I sat in a corner of my room with the lights still turned off.

…

(Maybe I… I didn't understand Crown’s resolution at all.)

They accepted their own evilness, and are fighting it with evil.

— In the pitch darkness.

I was the only person at the scene who was unprepared for the situation, so I couldn't give an immediate response.

The maid brought me dinner, but I couldn't bring myself to even touch it.

My eyes were downcast as I questioned how I was going live in this place from tomorrow onwards, and that's when—

???: Hey. You’re not going to eat that?

(Huh…?)

(I’m sure I just heard someone’s voice.)

I looked around my room, but saw that I was the only one there.

Suddenly, Liam appeared out of nowhere, similar to how the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland appeared.

Kate: Wah…!

Liam: Wah! I’m so sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you.

Liam: I was worried about you, so I snuck into your room.

Kate: How did you do that…

Liam: I can become “invisible to the human eye”. In other words, I have the ability to make myself disappear.

Kate: Are you saying that you used that ability and entered my room with the maid who brought me dinner…?

Liam: That’s my Kate. Spot on!

Liam: I planned to sneak back out after seeing you eat your dinner, but…

Liam glanced at my untouched dinner.

Kate: I’m sorry for causing you worry. … I’m pathetic, I know.

Kate: I was allowed to accompany them on the mission, and yet I couldn't say a word because I lacked the same amount of resolution they had.

(I shouldn't have said that. I’ll only make him worry about me even more.)

Kate: But tomorrow, I’ll start afresh.

When I turned to look at him with a smile, Liam touched my cheek with his finger.

(...?)

Liam: Hey, Kate. You don't have to force a smile when you don’t want to.

Liam: Forcing a smile is an act of kindness towards the people around you, but you’re not being kind to yourself, you know?

(...)

Liam: Still… I guess there are times you have to keep smiling. But, for now, it's alright to take a break.

Liam: Alrighty then. I’ll show you something good to reward you for your hard work.

Kate: Something good…?

Liam: Yup, it’s especially good. Let me see… Kate, I’ll borrow “this”.

He leapt onto my bed with swift movements like a cat’s—

The bedsheets fluttered beautifully in the moonlight.

Liam: Well, well, looks like there's only one audience member for tonight?

Liam: One is enough, though.

Liam: Now, as a stage actor and a member of Crown, I will put on a show just for you.

The moonlight softly framed Liam’s figure, he was the only one shining in the pitch dark night.

— He was like a star.

My feelings of depression were forgotten, and I could only stare at him in awe.

At that moment, for the first time ever, I felt like I was visually captivated by something.

Liam: … The name of tonight’s show is called “Don Quixote”.

Liam: It’s showtime! I’ll make you forget all about those frightening and unpleasant things.

Even now, I remember you as a star that fell from the sky without warning.

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list of hairy tops to fuck louis pls bb 👋👋

im so glad youve asked

not obscenely big but kevin from moonlight but it has to be in the years before he and chiron reconnect louis would never break another black bottom's heart like that omg.

obviously stewy succession in an au where louis was in the coked out walls of their college together and then lestat was the evil european who bought it but he was willing to bribe louis into the ceo job if louis let him hit anyway sorry i got distracted but in this au stewy fucks him all the way through boarding school and then university and then their fuck ass mbas they got even tho everyone knows theyre nepo and will get a job regardless. stewy would fuck louis so fucking good that it would take lestat two dick appointments before louis was willing to commit fr he would sit across board meetings from kendall and watch stewy lean in to whisper in his ear and he would be like i fucking hate that cracker if i had gotten there just a year earlier that fucking trauma bond dick would be mine. louis doesnt know yet that his personal trauma bond dick is on its way and stewy rawed him soooo fucking hard from behind like the angles he could get louis' body into okay sorry i'm. clears throat moving on

the top from red white and royal blue. both actor and character idgaf

the other day my friend was like you have got to stop exclusively calling him the top from rwrb he has a name and feelings and i was like ok. cardi b voice Should I kill myself ?

I WANT YOU TO WALK WITH ME FOR THESE NEXT TWO. LIKE KEEP AN OPEN MIND AND GRACE. i have got to get louis fucked by the version of hp i created in my head when i was 13 from a fusion of increasingly demented drarry fic. its also important you know i was part of the revisionist drarry era that made hp south asian just to say fuck it and then mass hallucinated ourselves into believing that was fact like sometimes i'd be reading an older fic and it would call him pale and i would be like you're such a fucking piece of shit bigot. then i would remember. i used to have a very close friend who ran a drarry fic rec blog but she was like an adult and then got married and went offline and stuff. but i say this to say that louis needs like redemptive/repentive evil dick like he needs dick that's so fucking fucked up that he'll start being like damn this dick kinda healed me bc i know that no matter how bad my life gets it will not suck more than this guy. but--AND THIS IS MOST IMPORTANT--i need that dick in its redemptive/repentive aspect, to NOT pass on the evil to louis. so like for his creole catholic sensibilities that would be demon dick (wizards and things of that nature) but its demon dick where he doesnt end up wondering if they killed his brother for 35 years of marriage. ok the other one i was gonna ask u to hear me out was aziraphale from g.o. but PLEEEEASE PUT THE TOMATOES DOWN. I HAVENT WATCHED A SINGLE EPISODE MY FRIEND AND I WATCHED SEASON1 THROUGH GIFS AND FANFICTION. PLEEEEEEEEASE

hozier. omg i cant believe this is my first swirl moment in this list and its not even for an actual gay man. but i need to see hozier and jacob standing next to each other. for science. and for the things the thought does to my pussy

youre gonna hate that i said this but i did think steve rogers when i was going on my rant im not even gon front

the top from where your eyes linger. the girls that get it get it and the girls that dont dont get invites to the FujoComintern.

im trying to think of any other tops

ugh ok i cant think of anyone else so i want to say that no i do not want Lan Wangji to fuck him. Lan Wangji already has a wife and he would never fucking cheat

#qs

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can I request an angsty pirate captain hongjoong x s/o imagine please <3 i really loved your previous one ^^

A Siren’s Song | Kim Hongjoong

pairing | fiancé!kim hongjoong x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, slight fluff, pirate au, major death, blood, fatal wound, horror themes, sad, crying

wc | 1.1k

notes | it’s depressing and I apologize. thanks for the request! enjoy! :D

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"I swear if I see one more empty cup in the sleeping quarters, I'm sleeping in the crow's nest!" Y/n complained.

"Maybe if you were nice to us we'd keep it clean," Wooyoung pouted.

"We all sleep in there. It's not just me it's affecting," she shot back.

"Hey, what are you complaining about? Is he bothering you love?" Hongjoong pouted, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"He's being lazy and leaving the room messy," she explained.

"Wooyoung, be mindful of the crew. Pick up after yourself," he instructed.

"Hongjoong, you listen to everything she says!" Wooyoung complained.

"Well she's smart. Are you trying to say you shouldn't obey your captain's orders?" He crossed his arms.

"Sorry captain," he bowed his head.

"That's more like it," he smiled, before turning to his fiancé. "Would you help me with writing the new map for that abandoned island? I need your artistry," he explained.

"Of course Joong," she smiled before following him into his room.

On the way, a strange sound caught Y/n's ears. She looked out into the waters, searching for something she didn't know. "Did... did you hear that?" She stopped, looking out into the blue ocean.

"Hear what love?" He turned around, confusion on his face.

She kept looking, not seeing anything suspicious, so she shrugged. "Nothing."

"Alright," Hongjoong replied, still skeptical. "This map won't draw itself."

~~~~~

Y/n sighed as the morning ocean breeze greeted her. She had always been the first to wake, and it was nice to have peace and quiet for once. No noisy boys. No responsibilities. No nothing. Except for that chilling sound she had heard for the past three days. And the strangest thing was, nobody could hear it expect for her. Was she going insane? Or were they all going deaf?

This time, she thought she had seen some movement in the dark waters below as the sun rose. Now she was known for hallucinating, yes. But she could bet her life that it wasn't some sort of mirage. It was a creature. She walked over to the railing and leaned on it, arms crossed. Listening, she heard that sound again. But this time, clearer and even more terrifying. Almost as if, it was a distorted voice singing a sad song. Telling of a sorry tale. And if Y/n tired to make out the lyrics, it would sound something like this.

"She loved the man who sailed the seas, the one who stole her heart was he. But a piercing arrow in the night, took him away, into the light," the voice sang.

Y/n frowned at the words. It sounded so sad. What had happened to this poor creature?

~~~~~

The beautiful siren watched as Hongjoong and his lover danced up on the ship's deck as the sun set. She only wished Y/n knew what she was trying to say. It wasn't some sad nursery rhyme or a reflection on the siren's life, but a warning to Y/n. It was her fate.

”I love you,” Hongjoong whispered into Y/n’s ear as they danced slowly. “And I’ll never let you go.”

~~~~~

It was a sleepless night for Y/n as she looked up at the stars. Something just wouldn’t let her sleep. Specifically, the creature. Which she now knew was undoubtedly a siren.

”Why do you sing this song,” Y/n thought aloud, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. “You are a strange creature.”

The siren in question surfaced the water, and looked at Y/n with her piercing green eyes. Although frightening, they had a strange beauty in them. And this siren didn’t seem to be evil like the stories described them as so. “You're beautiful,” Y/n complimented. The siren seemed happy after hearing it. But soon after, something scared the siren, so she dove back under. “No, I didn’t mean to scare you!” She pouted, watching the siren swim away.

Her attention was immediately removed from the siren when she caught a glimpse of another ship in the distance. “Who are they?” She squinted.

”Love?” Hongjoong yawned, coming up the stairs as he rubbed his eyes. “What are you doing up so late?”

”Joong look,” she pointed to the ship, its flag coming into sight.

”Oh no,” Hongjoong’s heart stopped when he saw the flag.

”What?” Y/n turned around and tilted her head.

”Y/n get away from there!” He shouted.

She removed her hands from the railing, frightened. “Who are they?”

It all seemed a blur when Hongjoong rushed in front of her, making himself a human shield for Y/n. She could hardly blink before a black arrow pierced his heart. A pained gasp escaped his lips as he stumbled backwards into Y/n.

“Hongjoong!” She caught him as his legs gave out beneath him. She carefully laid him down and stared in shock at the arrow, which had already caused blood to spill out at fast rate. “Joong,” she whispered, blinking her tears away.

”Y/n,” he held her hand, making eye contact. “Sail straight to Jeju, and don’t stop,” he groaned, wincing as the arrow stung his heart. He felt himself slipping away by the second.

“Hongjoong no,” she cried, accidentally covering her hands in his deep red blood. “You can’t leave.”

”Y/n,” he whispered. “I love you. You were my one and only. But now you have to let go.”

”I don’t want to let go,” she whispered, her head leaning on his chest as she sobbed her heart out. “I love you too much.”

She looked up at him with her tear filled eyes, still finding life in his. Life that was slowly fading. She kissed him, knowing it was her last. With the last of his strength, he kissed back, lifting his head up.

She knew that life had left him when he fell limp in her arms, head falling backwards and to the side. He was cold. Lifeless. Emotionless. Gone.

”I love you,” she whispered as she held his limp body close to hers.

”Wooyoung! San! Get us out of here!” Seonghwa yelled. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Y/n holding Hongjoong. “Is he-“

She nodded, trying to smile the tears away. Her heart had never hurt so much.

Hongjoong was the only love she ever knew. The day he proposed to her in their hometown on Jeju Island was the best day of her entire life. He cared for her like no one ever had. Showed her so much love, that she forgot what hate was. She felt like the only girl in the world around him, with the way he treated her. He was the one person she couldn’t live without.

And now, he was gone.

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