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grapejuicestyless · 9 months

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Mad Woman

Conrad Fisher x fem!reader

Angst to less angst???

Summery: Out of his own jealousy, Jeremiah decides to take the one thing Conrad has always wanted away from his brother in an attempt to finally have something over him. He never meant to hurt anyone, but in doing that, he hurt everyone.

Jeremiah is a total douche in this(I love him it’s just bc I needed a mean character.)

“You can have her, I won’t get in the way. But I will not watch you climb over people like her. She might be your girlfriend now, but she was my best friend first. Whatever you do, I will not defend it.” He was seething in anger when the news broke. Chest heaving unevenly the moment he had to watch as my lips captured hers. How my hands had a home in her hips. I was the one who got to worship her. I hope it killed him to know I finally had something he didn’t. I won the girl, not him.

He left the room, leaving behind the lingering shadow of a storm that brewed between us. A tension that was caused solely by his own jealousy. Conrad had always been older, stronger, smarter. The better brother. I hoped it killed him to know that even if all those things were true, he still couldn’t get the one thing he so desperately wanted. I felt giddy about it, in contrast to him.

I had the warmth of a childhood friend to crowd my bed on the chilly summer nights. Company that would only be for me, she was all mine.

Of course, Y/n was completely oblivious to the rift being created from this scandal. She always was so blind to what people felt for her, too nervous to see if her instincts were true. She never wanted to feel like an idiot if she was wrong, so she ignored them.

She would’ve never let me kiss her, hold her, have her if she’d known what Conrad felt for her. She didn’t want to see anyone hurt. So much so, she would rather live a life of misery and loneliness than to pit two friends against each other, much less brothers. And if that wasn’t enough to point out her stupidity around the topic, it was painfully apparent the way Y/n and Conrad shared glances. Like he was the only boy in the world. She didn’t idolize him, she had too much pride to put a boy over herself, but the love she felt for him was overflowing in a way that seeped into everyone else’s lives. Always trying to push the pair together.

Now, Y/n was mine. I could call her my girlfriend, my own. Conrad had finally lost, I had something over him. It wasn’t like I didn’t like Y/n. I thought she was the most beautiful girl in Cousins, maybe even in Pennsylvania. I hadn’t been, but I could assume that she was.

The relationship started slow, easy. I still remember the first night we spent together. I hadn’t touched her more than my arm slung around her shoulders so she could prop her head up on my bicep. I didn’t push for her to give me affection. She never hinted that she wanted more anyways. It was never rushed, we were always able to enjoy the closeness of our company, never needing more. Just being close was enough.

Sometimes we’d kiss, my hands in hers, eyes fluttering shut. Mostly, I did it in front of Conrad. I believed it felt better when it was more than just a kiss, but a way to rub salt in the wound that Conrad wore shamefully on his sleeve. Sometimes he would clear his throat, start talking to break it up so he could save the last bit of composure he had left. More often than now though, Conrad just walked away. Not willing to fight for her attention anymore. Not strong enough to even try.

It was a pattern like this, Y/n and I having small intimate moments behind closed doors, saving the steamy things for the couch cushions or the poolside mid-afternoon. Our dirty laundry was aired out in the open, allowing the mind to not only imagine what we were doing, but have physical proof of it.

Part of me felt bad, horrible inside. Y/n was the best of all of us. The kindest, the bravest. The second oldest. While Conrad struggled to keep us all safe, she was always his helping hand. Keeping everyone content and satisfied. Truly, I did really like her. I loved being with her. I’d always had a little crush on the girl, how could I not? Everything about her was so perfect. She was a dream. But deep down I always knew that what we had together had only started through some sort of twisted competition I held with my brother. The burning desire to have something he never would.

Maybe that’s when I started to push her away, because even if I had once been able to convince myself that I was with her out of my own feelings, I knew better than that. I knew I was doing it out of pure selfishness. What was so new and vibrant in June was rusted and unwanted by the following spring. Our long history together only making the shine turn into a matte finish, something old and worn out. I no longer had any pull towards her. I no longer imagined how her soft skin would feel under my fingertips. How her lips melted against mine. Our closeness, even in the most intimate moments felt dull. Sparks that once flew hiding away.

I began to try to pull away without a reason. Only that I was bored. Conrad seemingly felt better about it, coming to terms that maybe this was the end of his little daydream he always imagined he had with Y/n. So the competition felt useless. It was no fun anymore, I didn’t care. And with that dying down, so did the excitement. The thing that had sparked the fire burning between us in the beginning.

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“Hey, Jere.” Her voice was like honey, smile so infectious as she waited for me by the front door. Summer had begun again and still, I strung the poor girl along instead of just cutting the ties. Slowly wrapping my noose around her, slowly breaking down her confidence. I watched her genuine kindness turn into a cover up for the scathing anger underneath it.

“Hi, Y/n.” I brushed past her, shoulder bumping, I expected her to follow. She didn’t.

Her frame was still at the door, hands clenching and unclenching quickly. I heard her sigh out of irritation. Finally then, she turned on her heals to meet me in the kitchen, elbows leaning on the counter, eyes killing me slowly with her deadly glare.

This was some form of punishment that was aimed directly at nothing. Only due to the fact that I didn’t have a single care about her anymore. Not even her darkest moods had any affect on me.

“What? What’s got you so upset?” I almost wanted to tease her further, knowing fully well that what I was doing was getting under her skin. I swear she almost broke, but her mouth was sealed shut.

“I’m not upset.” She breathed out evenly, putting on a false smile. Just once I’d like her to get mad. Freak out on me, end it so this whole game could be over.

“Really? You seem mad.” Looking away from her, I went to focus on anything else more interesting in the kitchen.

“Well, I’m not.” Her voice was raised, but she didn’t scream. She never did. She would never let anyone see her upset, always wanting peace. So instead of taking out her frustrations on me, the person who was the source of them, she left. Walking away to find where her head had gone.

“Who do you think you are?” His voice was harsh, like a slap to the face. Conrad never put his hands on me, but I almost wished he would’ve. A punch would’ve ended much quicker than this long argument that was about to ensue.

I shrugged.

“You have someone you don’t deserve at all, someone who stands by you even at your worst and you treat her like that?” Conrad was always the more mature out of the two of us. To describe him as more levelheaded would be untrue. We both had our moments, lost our cool on multiple occasions. But out of the two of us, he usually made the better choices. Did the right things. It would’ve been the right thing to let her go after that. It should’ve been a wake up call. But instead all I got out of his small outburst was the confirmation that even if he downplayed it, deep down he was still hurting. He still wanted her. So I would continue to play the game.

Not because I wished to hurt my brother, or Y/n for that matter. But because I just wanted one thing in my life that Conrad did not have. It was cruel, and twisted but I could not see that. It was like some sort of tunnel vision was casted down onto me and I only had one goal. Excluding the fact that I was hurting two very important people in my life.

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It was early August by now, and it was a long time coming. This summer, unlike all the previous ones, seemed to drag by. Tensions high each day, only growing worse and worse with each passing hour until a fight broke out. The magic that once put us all in a trance had slipped off, revealing our darkest colors. To say that my relationship was strong, holding up through this would be a lie. It would’ve been a lie since July.

Because in July, I had not only been distancing myself from Y/n, but I had taken an interest for her younger sister. Belly. To compare the two, Belly was a little louder. A little shorter and her hair was longer. Y/n and her shared the same traits other than that. Not appearance wise, but personality wise. Both having some driving force pushing them into an intense competitive state. Both overly kind and caring for others. It was like newer version of the girl I already had, it was irresistible.

Even in my worst behavior, I could see it was wrong. So wrong to have let Belly trap me in the kitchen. No, even I wasn’t that naïve to blame it solely on her. It was wrong for me to kiss Belly. Even in Y/n and I’s roughest patch. She had never done anything to hurt me, always trying her hardest to be the best girlfriend someone could be to someone like me.

Glass shattered on the floors, a soft gasp being swallowed whole by the suddenness of the sound.

Belly and I pulled away with a pop, scrambling to fix ourselves, to downplay our mistake.

“Y/n.” I was utterly shocked to see her standing there, hair pinned up, the shirt she wore was ironically her sisters. She had glitter by her eyes and lips reddened, bitten raw. She looked like something out of a movie, even at her worst. For the first time I’d known her, she was speechless. The worst part, however, was the matching expression painted on the face behind her. The smile fading slowly into a familiar expression mixed with shock, hate and disappointment. Maybe even disgust.

“Y/n…” I tried again, trying to make it sound more pitiful. I reached out to grasp her hands, hold her. I wanted to hold her. It was odd. In the entire situation, I’d never really longed to hold her like this. I’d never felt my heart beat so fast. Shit, was I really? I was in love.

“No-don’t.” She warned, backing away, hands raised as a warning. She couldn’t even look at me, let alone Belly who was now hidden behind my shoulder, sinking down into herself.

“Y/n, hey, no please.” I begged again, not really sure what I was begging for.

She wiped away her tears with the palm of her hands, sucking in a breath. She tried to collect herself, but she couldn’t. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan. You can only put on a fake smile for so long before you are driven mad. And no one likes a mad woman.

“Fuck you, forever.” She stormed out before I even had the chance to speak, gone like an early autumn breeze. I could see she was angry, steam practically blowing out of her ears. But she didn’t yell, or give it to me like I had hoped. Our flame simply faltered out. Silently, slowly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Words I had heard one too many times in the past year. Ones that sometimes I wondered myself.

Truthfully, I didn’t know. I had her, right in the palm of my hands, but I poked that bear, I caused the end of this beautiful situation we found ourselves in. I had no real explanation for it. I just did it because I wanted to. I wanted Belly more than I had ever wanted her, or I thought so. No, Belly was just a crush. Now that I had lost her older sister, I saw her as my other half. Something that I should’ve loved completely from the very beginning.

I expected to hear his rants about how shitty of a boyfriend I was to her. How I’d taken away his one true love only to break her heart.

“You might be my brother by blood, but you are no brother of mine.” It was as quiet as a mouse coming from him, almost as if he didn’t believe such words could come out of his mouth. The venom that was laced within them told me that even in the guilt he felt while confessing it, he meant it. And if it wasn’t obvious in his scathing rage, I knew he had meant it for awhile. I didn’t expect him to leave without even a second look after that. Chasing after the beautiful woman I left behind.

I never meant to hurt anyone. I never wanted to. I was just so blind sighted I hadn’t even noticed how negatively I was impacting everyone’s lives. How I was just fucking up consistently until there was nothing left to mess with. All over some stupid jealousy. A war between two brothers that didn’t exist to Conrad, but only to me. And in trying to win, I had hurt two of the most important people in my life.

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“Y/n. Y/n, Wait!” I chased after her like my life depended on it. Even the tightness in my chest couldn’t stop me. The quickness in my steps, and the length of them making it easy to catch her in just mere minutes.

“Go away.” She held her hand up, looking away. By the shaking in her voice, I could tell she didn’t mean it.

She was hurting. But she wasn’t sad. No, the tears that were so obviously glistening in the golden hour light weren’t of despair or even a faint sadness. They were hot, angry tears. And she had every right to be.

She should be mad, she should be scathing like me. Her face was contorted into a frown, eyebrows furrowed. I could tell she wanted to scream, wanted to, but no one likes a mad woman. Not even she did, but it she couldn’t help it. He made her like that.

I knew there was no getting through to her, no talking to her when she was so upset. I could only offer my shoulder for her to lean on. And as her tears soaked through my thin sleeves, I held her. I would continue to hold her until it was all okay. Until my brother was nothing more than a distant memory, one that felt more like a fever dream than reality.

So standing there, on the hill that led down to the beach, we sunk into the sandy grass. Hiding away from the world.

“I’m sorry Conrad. I’m so sorry. I was just so stupid. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She apologized over and over, and for some reason my mouth couldn’t move. I could only sit there looking at her and hope that she could read my mind.

#conrad x reader #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher angst #conrad fisher #jeremiah x reader #tsitp jeremiah #jeremiah fisher

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scekrex · 1 month

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Adam X Male Reader. Who's been cheated on, in the past and is slowly starting to trust Adam more as time goes on.

Okay okay okay hear me the fuck out: they both struggle bc both Lilith and Eve left him and they both had something with Lucifer (Eve presumably cheated - in this fic it's implied that both cheated on Adam to spice things up a lil)

There's a darkness at the heart of my love, that runs cold, runs deep

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt, cheating (mentioned)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When Adam decided to play a role in your silly little afterlife and you realized that you wanted him in a way that you’ve only ever wanted one person before, the sweet taste of your platonic relationship soured. You had developed feelings for the first man, that you couldn’t deny any longer, but you hated yourself for it - because who were to promise you that he wouldn’t fuck with someone else while dating you like your ex partner had done? The only person who could do so was Adam, yet you had learned the hard way that many promises people made - winner or human didn’t matter - were empty.

They told you what they thought you wanted to hear to simply get their way and while you wanted to trust Adam, and maybe your heart already did trust his sugar coated words, your mind strongly disagreed and doubted every little promise spoken by him - not just by him though, your mind told you that every promise was just a bunch of empty words, that way you were keeping yourself safe, you protected yourself from getting hurt again.

Adam, on the other hand, felt similar. He had been cheated on twice, back in his early days as a human, back when he had blindly trusted Lucifer’s and Lilith’s words, back in Eden when Eve had promised him that she and Lucifer were just friends. But they had been so much more than just that - just friends weren’t fucking each other. The two women that had been created for him and only him had turned against him and chosen someone else, why shouldn’t you do the same? God had never truly intended for Adam to date guys, hadn’t he? Yet you were there and Adam wanted nothing more than to call you his. But surely a person who wasn’t even meant for him would leave him just like the women did that God had created for him. They had been meant to love and desire him, but they hadn't done so. They had crushed Adam’s heart, shattered it into pieces and stepped on the shards until it had been nothing but dust. And then you had been so quick to glue the tiny pieces back together, you had fixed something deep inside of him without even knowing it but there was the risk of losing you again - he told himself that if he’d keep himself distanced, it wouldn’t hurt as much. That was bullshit though and deep down he knew that.

And then there was Lute, she was not only Adam’s lieutenant and best friend, she was also the self claimed couple therapist Adam and you desperately needed. So when the three of you sat in the living room of the house you and Adam shared, and Lute waited for one of you to begin talking, you took that chance, “What if his promises of staying forever and not fucking someone else are empty?” You felt a little bad, voicing your thoughts so harshly with Adam sitting right next to you and you noticed how he flinched a little at your words, how his wings rose a little to hide himself behind them. Lute tilted her head a little, “Why would they?” And to that you had no answer so you remained silent while Adam’s curious eyes were watching you carefully from the side. “I’ve known Adam for a long while now,” Lute continued, she gently placed a hand on your knee and your eyes met hers. There was honesty in those golden orbs of hers, honesty and made your concerns seem so unwarranted. “He has never looked at someone the way he looks at you,” you turned your head towards the first man, the man mumbled something inaudible but nodded - he was not used to being so vulnerable, to talk about his fears openly. “What if he fucking finds someone like Lucifer and decides to fucking drop me like those whores of ex-wives did?” Lute sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose, “Look at him, he’s seen your crybaby tantrums and yet decided to stay - he’s not gonna leave Adam.” And while Lute’s words were true and both of you logically knew that the other wouldn’t cheat because they know what it’s like to be on the other end of it, it wasn’t that easy to change an entire mindset.

It would take a lot of time and work, even more energy to fix the both of you. But you and Adam were willing to work this through. Together, side by side and hand in hand. And maybe one day the both of you wouldn’t have to struggle with that fear anymore, today was not that day though.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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mistiell · 2 years

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Strange Love

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Healer! Reader

Summary: You run a secret clinic out of your home in the woods that surround Duva, meant mostly for Grisha fleeing Ravka. Your house has become a sort of safe house, one that very few know the location of. You’ve helped dozens of families flee the country over the years, but when the Black General find out what you’re up to, you find yourself in a very... unusual situation.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, brief mention of blood, Darkling might be a tiny bit ooc but idrk, sort of one sided enemies to lovers

A/N: I’m planning to make this a series, but I can’t promise regular updates bc I am shit at committing to literally anything lmao. It also depends on how y’all like this concept, so feedback would be very much appreciated!

Word Count: 2.7k

Current > Part 2

You’ve always tried to be an empathetic person.

Your mother, a healer like yourself, had taught you from an early age that every living thing deserves kindness, even when it might not seem that way. She ran a clinic out of your home, though for some odd reason, she forbid you from telling anyone about it. It confused you when you were young — wouldn’t telling people about it help her business grow? — but as you got older, you grew to understand what it was she really did.

It wasn’t a business at all. She had turned your home into a safe place for those who were fleeing the war. It was mostly families with grisha in the family that were either too young, too old, or too sick to fight. She was always so kind, so willing to help. When she passed, you vowed to do the same.

You converted the attic into a spare bedroom, a decent double bed against one wall and a couple of spare cots tucked against the other. You even added a small bookshelf with a handful of titles to make it seem a little more homey. You started offering the families that came to you later in the evening a safe place to rest before continuing on their journey towards the Fold. You aren’t sure how many actually make it through, but you don’t like to dwell on it much.

You’re restocking the pantry when there’s an urgent knock on your door, something you’ve grown used to over the years. You quickly make your way to the door and when you open it, you’re met with three worn looking faces.

“Are you Y/n?” The man asks, sounding just as tired as he looks. He’s got a cut on his forehead and dirt smeared over the right side of his face.

“Who sent you?” You ask calmly. You have a friend at the inn in town who keeps a look out for people who may need your help. You always ask to make sure it was her who sent them.

“Klara.” He replies. You smile and step out of the way to let them inside.

You come to find the man’s name is Rolan, the two travelling with him are his wife and daughter, Nika and Zarya.

“Where are you three headed?” You ask, gently wiping away the dirt around Rolan’s wound.

“Kerch, hopefully.” Nika states, watching you work carefully, “We aren’t keen on staying in Ravka.”

“Nika.” Her husband’s tone is one of warning, one that says ‘change the subject or stop talking’.

“It’s alright.” You assure, setting the now dirtied cloth in the bowl and turn to them with a smile that puts them at ease, “Whatever you say here stays within these walls.”

“I’m grisha.” Zarya blurts, voice small and shaky. The girl can’t be more than thirteen. You see the tears welling up in her eyes and your heart breaks a little for her. Based on how guilty she looks, you deduce that her parents aren’t.

“What kind?” You ask carefully.

“A healer.” She states, trying to wipe away her tears discreetly while her mother pulls her into a side hug.

“That’s one of the best to be.” You smile at her, setting about using your small science to heal her father’s head wound. Your answer would have been the same no matter what she said, but her being a healer makes consoling her a bit easier, “You have the power to help people. Just like this,” You glance over at her to see her watching you with fascination, “See? Not so scary.”

She smiles at you and you smile back.

Once you’re sure they’re all healed, you offer them something to eat and drink. Just as they finish, someone bangs on the door. It startles you all. You’re quick to reassure them that everything’s alright, but you really aren’t sure yourself. You make your way out of the small dining room and towards the front door. Standing behind it and listening through the wood, you pick up four heartbeats.

“Open up! We know you’re in there!” Your blood runs cold as the person pounds on the door again.

You rush back to the dining room, startling the family when you appear in the doorway, “You need to leave. Grab your things.”

“What? I don’t understa—.”

“There’s no time! Grab your bags!” You whisper yell and they scramble up from the table. You help them collect their belongings in record timing before ushering them towards the back door, “Listen to me carefully. When you leave, you cannot come back here. There’s a trail about a mile west of here that will take you back to the village. Go straight to the inn and tell Klara I sent you. She’ll let you stay for the night but you need to be gone as soon as possible, alright?”

“Alright.” Rolan nods, turning to leave with his family before adding, “Thank you. Truly.”

You nod and rush back to the front door once they’ve left. You pull it open, trying to look as casual as possible, though when you spot two heartrenders amongst the four people you’d heard earlier, you realize it won’t matter. They’ll be able to hear your racing heart just as well as you can hear theirs.

“Are you Y/n L/n?” Your attention turns to the squaller in front of you.

“Depends. Who’s asking?” You chance a glance behind her to see who you’d be up against if you fought back. Two heartrenders, one inferni, and one squaller.

You’re fucked.

“General Kirigan.” Your heart drops to your stomach. Saints, you’re really fucked.

“What does he want with me?” You ask, voice steady.

“We’ve had reports of someone assisting in smuggling Grisha across the Fold.” She states cooly, gaze cold and unwavering, “We have reason to believe that our culprit is you.”

You try to think of a way out of this situation. You definitely can’t run passed her. You could try to flee through the back door but really, where would that get you? You can’t take your usual escape route seeing as you had sent that family down it. You’ll be damned if you get them caught. You could flee through the woods, but do you really want to chance getting lost?

Well, you suppose getting lost is better than facing the wrath of the Black General.

Before you have a chance to overthink it, you grab the woman by the front of her kefta and punch her in the nose as hard as physically possible. You shove her backwards, sending her sprawling against the dirt, and take off towards the back of your home, hearing her shout at the others to follow you.

You make it out the back door and start sprinting through the woods, the wind lashing at your cheeks and biting at your forearms where your sleeves are still rolled up. You can hear them getting closer, shouting at you and one another. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, beating fast and hard.

Until it slows drastically. So drastically that it has you gasping and tripping over your own feet, scraping your face and palms against the ground. The world spins and spots dance across your vision. You try to fight against it, pressing your hands together and trying to raise your heart rate again. You manage to make it back onto your feet, stumbling and using the trees around you to keep yourself upright. You turn and lock eyes with one of the heartrenders, the one that’s currently trying to put you to sleep. He looks surprised and a little horrified by the fact that you’re still standing and you smirk at him, mimicking the position of his hands. You focus on a specific part of his brain, making it release a chemical you know will make him tired while lowering his heart rate and slowing his breathing all at once. He falls to the ground in seconds.

You breathe in a breath of relief as his hold on your body is broken, though it’s short lived. The other heartrender takes his place, knocking the wind out of your lungs and forcing you to the ground. You blink your eyes slowly, gasping as you watch a pair of boots enter your line of sight. The person rolls you over and you find yourself looking up at the squaller. There’s a fair amount of blood trickling from her nose and you note that she looks royally pissed off.

“Fuck you.” It’s slurred and really doesn’t help you, but it feels good watching her face screw up into a scowl.

“Finish the job, Ivan.” The heartrender that’s still standing steps forward and before you can even begin to protest, consciousness slips from your grasp.

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You aren't sure how much time has passed when you wake, but your head is pounding and your mouth is dry. With a groan, you roll onto your back and press a hand to your head, startling when your other smacks you in the forehead. You peel your eyes open and when your hands finally come into focus, you realize you're in shackles, a metal bar separating your hands to prevent you from using your small science. It's then that your memory returns to you and the panic starts to set in.

You sit up with a gasp, scooting back—despite how much your palms sting—to lean against the wall as you take in your surroundings. The cell you're in is cold, the stone walls and dirt floor doing absolutely nothing to insulate the room. There's a long corridor beyond the bars with more cells on either wall, though they're all empty. There's a large wooden door at the other end of the hall, you assume that's the only way in or out.

You shiver, pulling your knees to your chest in an attempt to preserve your body heat. You attempt to touch your hands together so you can at least warm yourself up, but to no avail. After failing for the fifth time, you huff, wiping away the tears of frustration that have gathered on your waterline.

The heavy door you had noted earlier swings open with a bang, startling you beyond belief. Your eyes blow wide at the sight of the man practically stalking towards you. From the solid black shade of his kefta, you know that this is the infamous General Kirigan. You can’t read his expression, but you’re sure he can’t be happy. One of the heartrenders that had captured you—Ivan, you think his name is—accompanies him. It isn’t long before he reaches your cell, looming over you from your place on the floor.

“So, you’re the woman that’s been smuggling Grisha out of Ravka.” His voice is smooth and confident as he watches you glare at him.

“I have done no such thing.” You state firmly, watching him quirk a brow at you, “I run a clinic. I treat patients and let them stay when needed. What they do after they leave my home is none of my business.”

He’s silent for a moment. He seems to be analyzing you and you wish you knew what was going on in his head.

“I heard you put up quite the fight,” He starts and you wonder where he’s going with this, “You broke Zoya’s nose.”

“So that’s her name.” You smile passive aggressively, “I would apologize, but I’m not one to lie.”

He stares at you curiously. You squirm a bit under the intensity of his gaze, but you don’t seem scared, “You also managed to overpower one of my Oprichnik. The heartrender. Do you remember?”

“The one that tried to sedate me? Yes, I remember.” You huff, glancing away from him, “Listen, if you’re going to kill me, you might as well get it over with.” He huffs a small laugh at your words. It feels a little condescending, even more so when he looks at you with mild amusement.

“I’m not going to kill you, miss L/n. You,” he looks you up and down, “Intrigue me.”

“You’re keeping me alive because I’m interesting?” You scoff and stare at him incredulously, word saturated with sarcasm, “Oh, you really are so generous, General Kirigan.” You shake your head with a wry laugh, “If you aren’t going to kill me, what are you going to do with me?”

He looks to Ivan and jerks his head toward the door to your cell. You watch as the heartrender unlocks and opens it.

“I plan to make you an Oprichnik.”

“You what?” You gawk at him as Ivan pulls you up from the floor. This has to be some kind of fever dream. He must be lying. Maybe he’s planning to make an example of you. Maybe he’s misleading you so you’ll go with him willingly, “Why?”

“I don’t believe I owe you an explanation.” Like hell he doesn’t, “All you need to know right now is that you’ll be staying here awhile.”

“Where exactly is here?” You ask as Ivan takes your arm and begins leading you down the hall, the General falling into line a few paces ahead of you.

“The Little Palace.” Your eyes damn near fall out of your skull. You must have been asleep for days if they transported you all the way from Duva to Os Alta.

They lead you up a spiral staircase and down several hallways. You can’t help but admire the interior design of the place as you go. You’ve heard stories of the Little Palace but you realize now that they’re either grossly exaggerated or don’t do it justice. Whoever designed it has impeccable taste

As you pass people in the halls, they whisper amongst themselves. You make a point of glowering at them until they look away. You don’t intend to be here for long, but you find a bit of amusement watching them squirm under your gaze. You can only imagine the rumours that have formed in the time you’ve been unconscious.

Eventually, you come to a large set of doors with flowers and vines carved into the wood, a theme that seems to be common throughout the whole place. When the General pushes them open, you find yourself walking down yet another hallway, though this one has doors lining either side. He stops you at the fifth door to the right, unlocking the door with a small key and pushing it open. Ivan practically shoves you through the doorway and you shoot him a deadly look, though he seems unfazed. You turn your attention back to the room and find it is nothing like you were expecting.

It’s a fair size, a single bed pressed up against the far wall. There’s a small dresser that doubles as a bedside table against the wall to your left and a bare desk to your right. Just byond the desk, there's a door that leads to what you can only assume is a bathroom. One that you pray has a shower considering the dirt and grime that cakes your arms and face.

“This will be your dormitory.” You startle, and when you turn to look at him you realize Ivan is no longer next to him. You stare at him like he’s gone mad. This has to be some kind of cruel joke, “You’ll find your kefta in the top drawer of your dresser. You’ll be expected in the anatomy room at eight bells tomorrow morning. Until then, you’re free to explore the palace.”

“You’re fucking with me.” You blurt, immediately regretting the words the second they leave your mouth.

He laughs, and for a moment he feels human, “I assure you, miss L/n. I am not ‘fucking with you’, as you so eloquently put it.”

He reaches out to give you the key and you glance between him and the object nervously before taking it from him. You push aside the fact that he just swore in favour of asking, “Then why are you being so… nice?”

“Despite what you may have heard, I am not a monster.” A large part of you doesn’t believe him, sensing he has some ulterior motive for keeping you alive, “I know you don’t believe me, which is fair considering the circumstances.” Saints, can he read minds now? “But I assure you, as long as you do as you’re told, no harm will come to you. Understood?”

In other words, he’ll keep you alive as long as you don’t become a problem. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, but you nod, “Yes, General.”

“Good.” He nods back, “I’ll leave you to it. If you need anything from me, find Ivan or Fedyor. They’ll know where to find me.”

You have no idea who Fedyor is, but you nod nonetheless before he closes your door, leaving you alone in a deafening silence. Dropping the key into a little ceramic dish on top of your dresser, you flop down onto the bed, the mattress firmer than the one you have at home. You sigh, rolling over onto your back with an arm thrown over your eyes.

How the hell are you going to get yourself out of this?

#aleksander kirigan #aleksander x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #the darkling fanfic #the darkling x y/n #the darkling x you #the darkling x reader #the darkling

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yxstxrdrxxm · 3 months

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My apologies for sending another ask so soon, but a new idea popped up. It is with gritted teeth that I give Boss a single W, if only bc I’m genuinely curious as to what he’d do in this scenario::

Friend! Darling gets in a small accident and sprains their ankle, making it difficult for them to walk home. What would Boss do if he were present?? Does he drive them home?? Would he offer to carry them or only consider it if Darling asks first?? Does he insist on entering Darling’s apartment to ensure they can cross the lobby and hallway?? Does he call/ visit them the next day to see if Darling still needs his help??

P.S. Also, how fucked is the person who bumped into Friend! Darling and caused the accident to begin with?? :3

P.P.S. Ykw fuck it, Boss still deserves an L. If he dares to tease Darling, there are only so many remarks he can make before Darling lightly kicks him or steps on his foot. And ofc that has to be when they’re wearing pointy-toed high heels…….rip she didn’t exert enough force to injure Boss but it still hurt like hell （＾∇＾）

It is with gritted teeth that I give Boss a single W

Ah yes, of course he would LMAOOOO

Anyways, I'll put this under a "read more". Have fun!

The accident was something no one could've seen, but for the man who lives his life that's focused on 'keeping eyes everywhere', you can definitely say that it was more or less planned from the very beginning.

Now, he's no heathen: he did not want her in harm's way. Actually, he'd rather have her be out of harm's way. But as he drove in with his car to see the damage and the accident, his face morphs to an hard to read expression. Opening the door as he parked somewhere safe, he walked towards his soon to be lover and helps her up.

It was ironic. He was a brute without her knowledge, but his hold is firm. Gentle, even.

The way back to his car is silent. Boss is never one to joke about such things happening, and even more with a friend?. Opening the door, he gently placed her on the seat next to the driver's and made sure her belongings were kept, this time closing the door to go around and head inside.

Placing the keys in its place, he turned it and the car came alight. Still, he stayed quiet, like he was processing what happened.

...

"What happened?"

It was a tone she'd never expect from him. He's usually one to be known as an asshole, but strangely, he was not like that. Dare she say, he was... Almost angry. For her sake.

"Who was it that hurt you?" he asked her again, adjusting his glasses. "Is it your date?"

No matter what she'd say, the man beside her was eerily calm. It was like he was simply timing how long it'd take until he'd blow, but to her surprise, he simply nodded and reached over to gently hand her something.

A small box. It had a ribbon tied, the color reflecting the vivid red of his heart.

"I'm sure that date of yours had planned on ditching," he explained, scoffing. "I've looked them up when you mentioned them. They hardly give gifts to the people they go on dates with, so consider this from me."

...

Turning his gaze back on the road, he began to start the car, driving them off to her place.

It was too fast. Too fast for them, even if they are friends. He didn't want to have her go someplace she didn't exactly knew, even if he wanted to. And even if that kept screaming at him, he remained clear of what he wanted to do.

Arriving at their destination took a bit, but when they did, he parked the car and got out, heading to her side to open the door. This time, he pauses, hesitant to take her without her consent.

A sliver of reality seems to hit him, and although he done that prior without her consent, he needed to know now.

Facing her, he remained quiet, but his hand moved to gently place by the side of her seat. Do you need me to carry you? He wanted to ask, but the way his eyes shone a bit of reluctance and his hand ever so wavering said all that's needed.

And quietly, he reached over to her legs, putting his arms under her body and gently lifted her up and outside, Closing the door behind him, he adjusted his grip.

"You can lean on my shoulder," he whispered to her, voice mellow and somber as he trudged on. "I'll treat you back at your place. Is your first aid kit filled as usual?"

...

"Of course it would. You're often meticulous with it, aren't you?"

Despite the peace, both knew this behavior was a rare sight. Boss was never kind to many, but to her, it felt like he was doing this to his past lover.

And in a way, he was. But this time, he had a mission to accomplish. Whether it be by force or by wits, all he desired was one thing.

Her heart.

And that began with dealing those that tried to hurt her in the first place, including 'him'.

#💌 ;; promising letter: one last call #💌 ;; fine print: ''boss''#💌 ;; message delivery #💌 ;; from: ???#💌 ;; to: ???#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere gi #genshin impact #genshin #gi #yandere #yandere writing #yandere text #male yandere

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criminalskies · 6 months

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Photo credit via Google.

Pictured above, Rome and I as those cringe novelty mugs.

Now, Aaron HC's centered around a Stressed, Overwhelmed, Needing some Care reader.

If the reader is going to a place that is going to be loud or crowded, Aaron always keeps a pair of noise-canceling headphones in his glove box and always offers them to the reader to take inside. He always keeps them charged for you.

On long rides (planes/trains/car), Aaron brings a sleep mask in his work bag for you to use to help calm down and rest a bit. He'd sit next to you and make sure no one bothers you.

When you are stressed or overwhelmed at night, Aaron will play some white noise for you. Whatever will help calm your mind, he'll put it on. He doesn't say it, but he enjoys it too.

If you are having eye strain from reading or looking at your computer too much, he will remind you to do some eye-relaxing techniques. And if he's not there in person, he'll text you to remind you. And in the evening, he'll get a cool cloth and place it over your closed, tired eyes.

If you are waiting for a doctor's appointment, or are in the Emergency Room, and are in pain, or are stressed, Aaron will fill out the forms for you and just let you sign everything.

When you are very stressed because of work or life, Aaron makes sure you don't drink too much coffee. He gives you some tea or just cool water to not up your body's stress levels.

Aaron will always let you sleep if it's appropriate and safe. At the apartment, he'd do anything for you while you rest. He's shopped, cleaned, meal prepped, and taken out the trash just so you woke up to a cleaner space. So your mind can feel a bit clearer when you wake.

(if you are a writer [of any kind]) Aaron keeps a pair of wrist and hand compression gloves for when your joints get worn out or if you have carpal tunnel.

To help you destress your body and mind, Aaron will give you a slow and gentle massage to relieve any pressure in your body to help your mind decompress.

I hope you enjoyed! Love you - ❤️

hi sweetheart! I wanted to take some time to mull these over because they are just so so beautiful to me, and the fact that you wrote them for me 🥺 makes it all even more special. I am very stressed!overwhelmed!needing-care!reader as of late. so here goes;

1. this would be so special to me, even if it isn’t often you’re overwhelmed to the point of needing complete silence and comfort, Aaron packs them anyway. and the thoughtfulness to charge them too bc my forgetful ass can never just keep things chaaaaarged. he is so considerate.

2. I was gonna say I personally would find it so hard to sleep blindfolded in any place with other people around but the addition that he’s right there by you for pillow duties and also to keep an eye on you and your belongings while you get your muuuuuch needed shuteye? gosh he is just so kind. this would mean the world to me.

3. I feel like this is one he would even try to disguise as something ~he~ wants, because he knows you’ll never ask him to put it on. he just sees that you could use some background noise to drown things out and asks if you’re okay with him needing it on right now.

4. he knows that you care about yourself enough to do what’s good for you but it just slips your mind or falls to the bottom of your list of priorities so on days when he’s off work and you’re both just mulling about at home, he’ll see how busy you are and make sure you eat, stay hydrated and keep your body from aching. stretching out your legs, arms, hands and eyes every time he decides enough is enough. he wants you to live to be an old yoga master not a 40 year old in need of a bilateral knee replacement.

5. I can see him doing this almost before the two of you are even together. if you work together, his attentive nature and feelings towards you would mean he of course has already begun learning all your little ins and outs so he can at LEAST fill out the 70% of the form that’s just crap, the insurance numbers and stuff he does have to get you to help him with (at first) but he’s already easing your load.

6. he knows how horrible your body can feel when the cups of coffee start outnumbering the hours of sleep you got last night. he knows that more coffee and fewer meals makes him feel sick and empty and hollow and he REFUSES to let you be this way. you might even find it annoying when he begins to insist you switch to decaf or tea or even a carbonated drink that’s still no good for you. he just wants you to get something else into your system and stop reaching for the coffee pot all day.

7. this one is actually just so kind I could cry. I hate when my life starts to stress me out and then my spaces become stressful because I don’t have time to clean and it isn’t clean enough for me to work well or be relieved. It’s just so hard keeping up with the little tasks. He can see the weight on your shoulders of all the little things around your space that need doing and he’ll use his time to help you in any way he’s physically capable. I would cRY.

8. awww yes if you get any little everyday aches and pains that you just always push through, he’s quick to be researching ways to soothe you or ameliorate the pain. he just wants to take it all from you but he can’t. he will sure as hell try, though.

9. I can picture this so well, he knows you’re too stressed to want anything too exciting happening in bed so when he gets the lotion and asks you to lay down shirtless in your front, you’re more than confused. but he explains he wants to give you a massage and your heart just melts. the closeness of it all, the care, the tender touches of his large hands over your tight muscles in your back and neck and shoulders just pushing all the tension away. you can feel it melt under his fingertips while the weight of his body over yours just pulls you towards sleep. he notices just how peacefully you sleep all relaxed like this and he vows to never forget the value of an amateur massage. it becomes a thing between the two of you. if you don’t want anything ✨spicy✨ in the bedroom, this is every bit as intimate and even more relaxing. you learn how to work his muscles in the same way to reciprocate because let’s be honest he could use a little decompression.

#rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #the lovely Levi!#rome’s got mail!#love mail 💌#HOTCH MAIL!#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #rome’s rambles #aaron hotchner x you

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hikari-drkspc · 1 year

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↬ yandere! tamaki with an enthusiastic darling

character: amajiki tamaki [boku no hero academia]

warning: yandere, k1dnapping ; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI, PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO/PINNED POST TO INTERACT

words: 635

a/n: this is a repost from my main blog (@/hikari-writes) so yes this writing is old + bad, i just moved them here w/o editing bc im lazy and wants to keep reminding myself how bad my writing used to be <3 ....i think this was a request from someone but i cant rmmbr wojdkwjdjwj

➳ Your cheerfulness and enthusiasm always have charmed Tamaki. He loves how dazzling you are and has had the longest crush with you.

➳ You always encourage him and give your biggest support to him. He believes that no one else can make him as happy as you could.

➳ He worries a lot for you. You’re always so trusting and kind to others. He’s afraid that the world will “corrupt” you one day and you’ll never be the same again.

➳ So he decided to take matters into his own hands. He needed to keep you away from the world.

➳ He invited you to have a cup of tea with him. Unbeknownst to you, a sedative had been put into the drink and you drank it without any suspicion.

➳ When you woke up, you saw that your right wrist had been chained to a bed. Of course you were freaking out at first but then when you saw Tamaki coming in the room, relief washed over you.

➳ “uh…so…this is..?”

➳ You had asked, while holding up the chain.

➳ Tamaki’s face flushed when he looked at you. He still can’t believe that you were on his bed. He still can’t believe he even DID that.

➳ “You’re too bright for the world. I…I can’t afford you to be corrupted. There’s no need to be afraid. I’ll protect you from the world. Y-you’re safe here…with me.”

➳ This surprised you a bit but what you get from what he said was,

➳ “So…I don’t know if I’m right or not but from what I get…you’re doing this because you love me…right?”

➳ He blushed so hard at your guess. He got so flustered that he stayed quiet for some moments, making you think your statement was wrong.

➳ “Oh, sorry. Was that wrong?”

➳ “No, it wasn’t! You’re right! Sorry….I got a bit flustered….I- I really love you so much that I…”

➳ You lit up and smiled at him.

➳ “What~ So that was really the case? Geez, there’s really no need for this, Tamaki. I love you too, you know.”

➳ You were saying that so playfully that if one does not know better, they would’ve thought you were talking about something that’s under normal circumstances.

➳ When you are CLEARLY being chained to a bed and your captive is literally in front of you.

➳ He didn’t know what to say at first and couldn’t believe his ears. After several attempts of convincing, he finally believed you felt the same way as him.

➳ He unlocked the chain and guided you around the house, since, he certainly WON’T ever let you out.

➳ You found a room that he didn’t let you in and went inside.

➳ Ho boi…it was a room full of pictures of you from walls to ceiling. There’s even a mini shrine dedicated to you. The book shelf was full of notebooks consisting of how much he loves you and 1001 reasons to love you.

➳ When Tamaki saw you in the room, let me tell you, he FREAKED the heck out.

➳ He was so sure you’d be disgusted by him now and he almost started crying when he saw your reaction.

➳ “OMG, Tamaki, you had a SHRINE dedicated to me??? I LOVE YOU! OH GOD, I’VE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BEFORE.”

➳ You probably had shed quite a few tears when you said that. You were so touched by his…love for you.

➳ Tamaki wasn’t expecting that but if you’re happy, then he is too.

➳ And so you lived your life as his sweet, sweet, darling forever and ever after.

➳ Unlocked: Happy Ever After Ending

#tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #yandere #minors dni #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #bnha yandere #bnha x reader #bnha tamaki amajiki #bnha tamaki x reader #bnha yandere tamaki x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months

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Could you possibly write about slenderman's ghost s/o trying to make the mansion festive for Halloween bc they're really excited for the holiday and never experienced it before? They have a list and everything as soon as they learn about the custom-

For instance, every room is decked out in decor totally not stolen, they make loads of themed treats, and try to engage the him and the proxies into doing multiple festive activities as well?

-slender anon <3 (sorry if this is too much exposition, tysm for all the cool writing)

Celebrating Halloween w/ Slenderman!

so so sorry for taking a a bit to get to this !! I meant to get this out tomorrow but I got distracted </3 still torn on if i want the mansion to exist in my au but for all intents and purposes we'll say it does for this >:) i might make the mansion like, some abandoned creepy haunted house in universe, like the house from IT or Nightmare on Elm Street (i actually... dont remember if it gets abandoned or not in the later movies, its been a while since i watched the series..) or something something yeah i think ill go with that for the mansion anyways enough rambling

Cue curious head tilts and questions from slenderman, he knows OF Halloween but he doesnt know all the ins and outs and intricacies when it comes to how its celebrated; best he knows is costumes and candy

initially watches you try to hang up all the decorations by yourself but eventually steps in to give you a hand

probably consults in you what basic Halloween traditions are, and probably also tries to ask the proxies if they know anything about it

i think outside of toby, the proxies don't really. remember much of their lives before becoming proxies, but that's because I'm basing my take on them off of the original MH where like, there's brain fog and the proxy/person are internally separate, but that's where inspiration from the original stuff ends; merging two fandoms together is. hard when the canon and fanon are so different

anyways

but also i never really like the creepypasta interpretation of masky and hoodie, at least from when i was in the fandom years back where they were shy and soft, but thats likely changed now- admittedly i dont interact with the fandom outside of creating

im rambling again, but i think masky and hoodie would also be a little lost but ready to do whatever they're told to do in regards to helping deck out the mansion

good news is that the mansion already looks like a spooky haunted house! especially on the outside since it's not as well kept as the inside

the inside is like what comes to mind when someone says old ass house; creaky wooden floors, shitty heating system, crawl spaces and compartments, that sort of thing. old enough that it would definitely have mold and rot, and be falling apart, if slenderman didnt come and keep it in tact

again, it already looks spooky enough as is, but decorations can really tie in the look

fake cobwebs, skeletons, spiders

oh those are real spiders

the mansion probably has spiders, slenderman cant do anything about the spiders sorry

okay anyways

treats! totally not stolen from some store by a teleporting entity that naturally distorts electronics! definitely not

he would make them with you, i think

i sometimes think about how slenderman would probably like calm and quiet activities, domestic ones included, so i think this is something he would actually end up loving especially with you around

learns he hates working with melted marshmallow, that shit is not banned from the mansion as well as marshmallow creme

he even gets those cute little halloween themed goodie bags so you can give them out

unfortunately he's going to have to pass, on account that he can't really eat any non-human meat food, but rest assured if he could safely eat your treats he would

Toby would be fucking that shit up, especially if you make those popcorn ball things. i feel like toby would love those. masky to me seems like a butterscotch haystack enjoyer to me (based), while hoodie fucks up those chocolate dipped pretzels, you know the ones that get decorated to look like mummies? those. he demolishes those (also based)

i kinda miss the popcorn balls tbh i havent had those in years but they were good from what i remember- i think i might make some this evening

moving on once more

if there's any extras slenderman may offer to take you around to give them to others

im still deciding character dynamics and relationships and who knows who in this funky au, but i feel like slenderman knows at least a handful of the other character. at least on a first name basis

so thats fun! you also get to share the joy with characters such as splendor and trender, and perhaps even jeff. i hc that eyeless jack and slender are both in the same forest but not like. buddy buddy. but he can get goodies too. ignore the fact jack is in the same boat as slender in terms of what he can and cant eat- he appreciates the gesture

now activities! i gotta admit i never really did halloween stuff outside of trick or treating; so im a little stumped on ideas

theres the obvious, pumpkin carving (the pumpkin insides get used to make more treats!), apple bobbing, and a few others

while not really a halloween game, you guys probably play a few games in the woods

thats

wait no thats terrifying, do not play hide and seek/tag with them in the woods regardless of if its night time and regardless of if youre a ghost, that shit actually sounds terrifying esp since i think slenderman and hoodie would get WAY TOO competitive

oh scary stories

definately

you insist on summoning ghosts and demons to fit the vibe

" but Dear, you're a gho-" "hush"

you guys accidentally summon one of the ghost creepypastas or something/j

you guys accidentally summon zalgo and halloween gets cancelled'j

idk if this is just a me thing but whenever me and my friends sit down to read creepypasta stories we get derailed and somehow end up reading fanfics and acting them out but i can see this happening as well; though this one also isnt a halloween exclusive activity

overall its a learning experience for most of you guys, and slenderman is totally up to humoring you again next year!

oh oh oh halloween costumes, how could i forget?

good luck trying to find something for slenderman, even if he could fit in anything he probably wouldnt dress up no matter how you try to word it

actually now that i think of it, do you think his suit is just part of his body? like ive seen loads of interpretations where it is; the shitty slenderman movie included. like is it a removeable suit? is it something that looks like a suit but its part of him? is it like a scp 049 situation where it is a suit but its attached to him?

im not getting into that today

masky and toby both dress up as classic slasher icons

hoodie probably would too but i got flashed with a vision of him dressed as pumpkin so im rolling with it

i think thats about everything! i hope you like this! this ended up way longer than i thought it would be but i fully blame that on me still being in my ramble mindset </3 ive been cooking up some major hcs for my au/interpretation as well as smaller stuff so my brain just wants to dump it TToTT

anyways

runs off to go draw spooky stuff (cough cough creepypastas dressed up in costumes)

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta #slenderman x reader #slenderman headcanons #slenderman imagine #creepypasta slenderman #creepypasta imagines

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kylejsugarman · 1 year

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pls god at some point i need u to elaborate on the whole mike treating jesse the way he treats stacey thing.. i am obsessed with jesse being paralleled to female characters in brba

man im so sorry for letting this ask languish because its SO good, i never expected anyone to ask for like. follow-up on that part of the post.....but yeah obviously initially mike does not treat jesse with anything resembling affection, he's a job (and annoying) and although mike's relationship with stacey isn't perfect per what we see in bcs, he obviously cares a lot about her and feels an obligation to care for her as an extension of matty. but that's kinda the thing u know?? stacey is an extension of matty to him. it's not that he doesn't love stacey, but mike seems to only think of her in relation to matty and it seems to me that a lot of his care for her is rooted in wanting to preserve that piece of matty. his love for kaylee feels a little more sincere because kaylee is young and new and her being an extension of matty is more organic and brings out the paternal warmth that mike doubtlessly showed his son when he was alive, but stacey is sort of just. idk kind of the bridge between matty and kaylee and he needs to maintain that bridge but it's more functional than emotionally significant

and the way mike cares for jesse kind of feels similar. again, it's not that there's not genuine affection there, but when u look at mike's life through the lens of him being a father who fails to protect sons (matty and nacho), jesse is sort of trapped in the shadow of two lives that mike wants to preserve. he's matty, he's nacho, he's kaylee—this piece of Something that he's been chasing, that he so desperately wants. he can't ever have it again, so mike just tries to maintain what shards he can mine and do his best to care for them as a way of fulfilling his unfulfilled paternal duties. he wanted nacho to get out. he wants jesse to get out. he HAS to since he failed matty. mike was able to get stacey out in a way, get her and kaylee into a nice safe house where he can keep an eye on them, and mike starts doing the same to jesse, kind of hovering in a weird way to try and get him someplace where he can't be hurt. where it can't happen again. it's like mike's holding him at an emotional distance, but also tenderly bubble-wrapping him at the same time to keep him safe because no matter how many people he tries to rescue or care for or maintain or preserve, he will never fill that void inside of him. seeing jesse escape with his life and start over might have helped him break out of this cycle, but we'll never know :(

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #this ask is my favorite thing in the world I know it was a throwaway in that post but I had so many thoughts #breaking bad #el camino #mike ehrmantraut #jesse pinkman

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definitelynotshouting · 9 months

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OK! ANON HERE WITH THE FIRST ROUND OF ANALYSIS/SCREAMING INTO THE VOID. (I have more quotes but i dont want to overwhelm you and do them all at once)

-☀️

"This fantasy carries him through the rest of the night, past false dawn and into the early onset of staccato birdsong. Grian stares blearily at the bleeding warmth creeping in through the window; gentle golden hands that march over the floorboards and press their palms against the walls. They're less frenetic than the moonlight had been— the shadows here are dappled, innocent things, splaying over stripped bark and playing in the whorls within planks. They breathe depth into this tiny, wooden box, shifting slowly under daylight's cautious curve into the sky, until scintillating rays curl like shackles around his wrists."

- the word choice in this is just so masterful. It's so TENSE, Grian's emotions and thoughts are a complete mess, and this is mirrored even in how you describe the environment. It feels like nothing is safe, which is brilliant, because Grian's currently driving through life on a cord as thin as silk. Its the way even the birdsong is frantic and unsafe "staccato". The "gentle" hands that harden to "march" and "press". Things start out kindly, and then the words become harsh and cold, and this just perfectly reflects how mistrustful Grian is. Nothing makes sense to him; everything is out to get him.

-☀️

"Grian snorts without meaning to, then claps a hand over his mouth, something ugly coagulating in his heart. He doesn't deserve this kind of laughter, this reluctant amusement simmering in his chest. It burns him from the inside out, scorching the back of his throat; hot coals between clenched teeth. Grian inhales embers, exhales ash, and summons every spare ounce of willpower at his disposal to keep his voice from shaking."

- Oh, this. This hurts so much. I can talk about how bird boy's mental state is so poor he's even depraving himself of laughter, and how this is an extension of how he started out starving himself of food, then sleep, now laughter. The fire imagery here is so potent as well. He's burning himself from the inside out, which i feel like is such good imagery for what is actually happening: his code breaking apart. Mans IS literally coming apart from the inside. Ough

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"It's a pretty effect; it makes Grian's gut plummet all the way down to his lap."

- CRYING CRYING CRYING

- They know each other so well. Grian and Scar learnt each other's tells under the desert sun. He understands how tension and anger and sadness plays on Scar's face and body language when theyre in the games, and in those games everyone's emotions are caused by grian. But now theyre not even in the games and all grian can see is how HIS existence is hurting the people he loves most

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That's all im going to do for now. Thank you for tearing out my heart and smashing it on the pavement <3

(Also idk if you want me to leave an anon identifier? Maybe i can just stick with the ☀️ if no one else has taken it?)

HEY ANON. WHAT IF I CRIED AND SOBBED AND WEPT!!!!!! HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO !!!!!!!! /POS /POS /POS!!!!!!! LOSING MY MIND RN IM GRINNING FROM EAR TO EAR SO EXCITEDLY THIS JUST MADE MY ENTIRE DAY

hooooly shit i cannot thank you enough this is so kind and wonderful and just!!!!!! listen i LIVE for people analyzing my writing bc i try to put SO MUCH into it, as much as i can possibly cram without oversaturating, and to see people pick up on this stuff is like being handed an immaculately wrapped present every single time. This is truly making my mind go crazy im so fucking happy rn oh my gods, thank you so much this is such an incredible treat

Im not sure if the sun emoji has been taken or not (i think i had another one a long time ago???? but im not sure if you're the same one or not djehdjdjr) but!!! Absolutely feel free to leave an emoji identifier, whatever you want!! :D i rlly enjoy seeing regulars in the inbox so absolutely feel free to do that if ur comfortable!!!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #compliments #hunger au #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH I GO CRAZY I GO STUPID!!!!!!! IM GRINNING SO FUCKKNG WIDE #long post #txt

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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The Things He Kept Hidden

Ships: NONE DO NOT TAG AS SHIP OR I’LL EAT YOU.

Warnings: (I promise this is fluff) Slight Angst. spoilers about Naruto and Iruka’s backstories in the first paragraph so be careful when scrolling!

Prompt: Naruto Uzumaki has definitely had his fair share of dissenting words. When visiting his favorite student one day, Iruka discovers what the boy does with the affirmative ones…

(This is pretty shitty bc I’m sleepy but I wanted to write rlly badly tonight)

Tags: General taglist! @littlebbyleesfw, @0s0me0n30, @justanunknown. Plus @lonely-occultist bc Naruto buddy and @cupcake-spice13 bc your day was bad

Among the upper ranked shinobi in the hidden leaf village, all of them knew of the jinchuuriki boy. They all were aware of how he was sealed with the chakra of the nine-tailed fox spirit, during the siege of the Hidden Leaf. They all were aware of the awful beast inside of the boy, and ensured that they made the kid’s life a living hell because of it. All of them, except Iruka.

Iruka Umino: son of two great shinobi warriors, whom were killed by the very spirit sealed within the young boy. As years went by, he began to feel bad for the blonde boy. The chunin didn’t know what drew him to Naruto, but he viewed the boy as a son and had such a strong urge to keep him safe and protected.

So, the two became inseparable. While the rest of the village shot insult after insult after him, Naruto was always met with a distracting conversation, or a bowl of ramen.

When the blonde boy entered the shinobi academy, their relationship deepened. By now, Naruto viewed Iruka as his father/older brother, and everything that he said mattered most to the shinobi-in-training.

As much as he tried, Iruka-Sensei couldn’t always be Naruto’s superhero. The young boy was exposed to threats of violence and malicious words on the daily. He never understood why the village hated him so much… were his pranks really that unbearable?

The whispers crawled up his back and into his ears, settling into their proper places. For years he didn’t understand, but at age thirteen, he finally did.

—

“Little fox bastard.”

The blonde shinobi-in-training turned around at the sudden hurled insult, “What?”

“Get out of here, demon child. We don’t want monsters like you in our village.” The voice belonged to an older man, waving his cane in the boy’s general direction.

“I’m not a monster! I’m going to be a shinobi and be the next Hokage!” Naruto shot back in rebuttal, hands shaking slightly.

“If you aren’t a monster, why do you have one within you? You’re a liability and will inevitably kill us all! We don’t want you here!”

Naruto’s eyes widened as he gasped. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, not ever.

Sighing dejectedly, he left the market without a word. Naruto arrived to his small apartment and sat on his bed, head in his hands. His mind ran wild as he began to weep gently.

‘Is that really what they all think of me?’

‘Maybe I am a monster’

‘I’ve never made any friends in the academy’

‘Academy….’ ‘Academy….’ ‘Academy….’

As if he had a sudden epiphany upon thinking about the word, the boy jumped to his feet and ran to his closet.

Reaching up on his tippy-toes, Naruto grabbed a large cookie tin and retrieved it off of the closet shelf. He sat criss-crossed in the center of the room and pulled the lid off.

As he picked up one of the contents of the container, his stress instantly melted away…

—

Iruka’s had been feeling off all day. He had a sneaking suspicion that something was being plotted against one of his students. Perhaps it could be one of his students preparing to pull a prank, but he never felt more uneasiness than he had that day. He tapped his correcting pen anxiously against his desk, wondering what could possibly be wrong.

When school was out for the day, he noticed his little blonde student go off his normal way. When he turned to leave, the uneasiness got much stronger.

That was it. That was the problem! Something was going to happen to Naruto of all people. Something bad would happen to the student, to his student moreover.

So, he did what any rational chunin would do, and spied on his student. From that point on, he realized that he truly couldn’t do much to protect the young shinobi-in-training anymore.

He could always…? No, that shouldn’t be an option, it’s too much for the poor boy. Iruka opted to visit Ichiraku’s and get the boy his favorite dinner.

When Iruka arrived at Naruto’s with dinner in hand, he heard gentle giggles through the boy’s front door.

“Naruto? It’s Iruka-Sensei.” He said with a gentle rapping on the door.”

“AGH!- Oh! Hi Iruka-Sensei!” A sharp metal scraping sound was heard atop of Naruto’s startled speech, “Come on in!”

The older male obliged and opened the door with a smile. “I brought you ramen. I figured we could have dinner here together?”

“Hmmm… what’s the occasion, Sensei?” The blonde pondered, “AM I FINALLY GETTING A HEADBAND?!” He asked with excitement.

“Ehhh… not exactly.” Iruka replied sheepishly. Truthfully, he couldn’t tell Naruto the true reasoning behind his actions, so he would have to make up an excuse. “I wanted to tell you how well you’ve been doing at the academy lately.”

A noticeable pause occurred in the boy’s brain as it processed the rare praise. While it flowed easily from Iruka’s lips, it rarely settled into Naruto’s ears. “I um- oh… thanks, Sensei!” He chirped as he brought the food to the microwave to warm it up.

Iruka’s curiosity overtook him, and he craved to understand why Naruto had reacted the way he did to the praise. When the boy had his back turned, the chunin slowly grabbed the poorly-hidden cookie tin from under Naruto’s bed.

He opened the lid gently, being careful not to make any noise. When the contents were exposed, Iruka wasn’t sure what emotion he felt the most, but he sure as hell felt all of them.

The chunin felt loved by the little boy, angry at the village for treating the boy so horribly, sad that he had to resort to this just to be reassured, happy that he was chosen for the boy’s comfort.

Inside of the cookie tin were ripped up pieces of paper. Written on all of those papers? All of the praises Iruka had ever written on the boy’s assignments.

Hundreds of tiny “great work!”s and “fantastic job!”s and “Very good! So proud!”s were folded up and placed inside of this tin.

Iruka hastily closed the lid and stuffed the tin inside his vest. “Ready to eat?”

“You bet, Sensei!”

Conversation after conversation, smile after smile, the chunin felt blessed to be able to connect with the young boy so easily. He’d never admire it, but Iruka always found himself growing even fonder of Naruto’s pranks and antics.

It was almost like… having a son around…

—

When Naruto arrived at the academy the next morning, he was confused to see that Iruka was not there yet. Instead, he was stuck with stupid pervy Sensei, Ebisu.

“Hey, Pervy-Sensei! Where’s Iruka-Sensei?!” The blonde boy yelled in anger.

“He wasn’t feeling well today, so Lord Third had me come in as his repl-“

Before the other chunin could finish his sentence, Naruto ran past him and out the door. Ignoring Ebisu’s shouts, the little blonde boy ran and ran. He wouldn’t be caught dead sitting in class when his Sensei was sick! He had to take care of him!

When Naruto arrived at Iruka’s apartment, he knocked hastily on the door. “Iruka-Sensei! Open up! Pervy-Sensei told me you were sick!” He turned the doorknob urgently, wanting nothing more than to help his Sensei. To his surprise, the door was unlocked.

Stepping cautiously into the apartment, his eye caught something along the floor… a small piece of paper. Written in loopy letters, with bright red ink, were the words “good job!”

Naruto looked up to see a trail of the little papers all across the chunin’s floor. Oh man, Iruka-Sensei had caught him! He was in for it now… The blonde shinobi-in-training traveled across the floor and picked up every little piece of paper.

When he finally reached the living room, Naruto was surprised to see Iruka standing before him with a smile on his face. “I figured you’d come here.”

“Iruka-Sensei?!” The boy yelled, “What’s this about? Where did you get these papers? Why do you have them here of all places? How did you know ab-“

“Naruto.”

The blonde boy stopped his rant to focus on his Sensei.

“As much as you love those papers…” Iruka began, picking up a small stack of papers from his table, “I think you may like these ones more.”

With huge bouts of confusion, Naruto looked at the writing on the paper, then at his Sensei. Iruka’s smile was still wide and bright, and the chunin looked as if he was fighting tears.

“I don’t… I don’t get it.” The shinobi-in-training said as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“These…” the brown-haired shinobi said softly, “are adoption papers.”

Tiny cerulean eyes widened.

“How would you feel… if I became your real dad?”

Without any words in his reply, Naruto jumped into his new father’s arms, sending them both falling backwards onto the couch.

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dollsuguru · 2 months

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You Have to share some little bit details about the Halloween fics.. like the tropes and dynamics pllllsss 🐍🐍

OH BESTIE I GOT YOU COVERED THANK YOU FOR ASKING :3 ALSO love the snake emojissssss 🐍

• “faceless beauty”

— OKAY THIS IS THE ONE I WAS TALKING ABOUT BEING MOST EXCITED FOR! this’ll be based on the korean film “faceless beauty”/“hypnotized”, i’ve never watched it & i’m only taking a few plot points from it so essentially it’ll be about: suguru being in love with satoru’s wife, and he hypnotizes her so at midnight she will always come by his room. it’s quite dark/morbid, & it’ll be a delving into suguru’s unstable obsession and the aftermath that causes to everyone involved.

• “tar black soul, blood-red jam”

— vampire!priest geto my beloved… this one will be almost like a character study about the inherent darkness that lives inside suguru that overcomes him. in my personal opinion, corruption & devotion go hand in hand, therefore him being a “priest” & a “vampire” works so well! suguru has an obsession with reader & this small town has a string of heinous murders happening with no leads to who’s doing it. suguru wants to keep reader safe and will do whatever he has to do in order to ensure that.

• “inertia”

— suguru is a detective & reader is a serial killer who’s responsible for multiple murders in a once calm town. suguru finds himself utterly obsessed with reader but can’t seem to get them out of his head… reader is dangerous, heinous, a psychopathic murderer who doesn’t feel much, but knows they feel a certain… glee, when they see suguru. this story has a lot to do with corruption of self & how far one will go in order to feel something.

• “kiss of death”

— no curses au! grim reaper!reader follows suguru along the course of his lifetime from high school to adulthood. suguru finds an odd friend within the angel of death, and catches himself in multiple shenanigans with the specter! a fun little take on the grim reaper & the souls they reap — or don’t reap.

• “the house on the end of the street”

— suguru geto, the town’s infamously beautiful man, owns the house on the end of the street. everyone says the house is teeming with ghosts, ghouls, & terror-inducing creatures — that the manor’s owner is the cause of all these curses and ghoulish frights! reader is new to town and wants to befriend everyone, even the devilishly handsome man the town steers clear of. the incarnate of gothic horror (suguru) meets the incarnate of modern delight (reader)!

• “we’re a little ditzy!”

— satosugu x reader but let me explain the gist: satoru x reader are a ditzy couple! richboy toru & silly sweet reader are soooo enamored and in love with each other! their best friend suguru (who loves them both but desperately is in love with reader), tries to get with them in the best way he knows how — role play as GHOSTFACE bc his two little dummies won’t know/care! this is a smut so it’ll essentially be suguru corrupting satoru & reader (but he loves them so much, he’s just a nasty freaky perv!) it’ll be: dom!geto x sub!reader x brattysub!gojo

• a few more ideas in my mind: angel!geto x fallen angel!reader, morticia!geto x gomez!reader, finalboy!geto x ghostface!reader, & a few soft autumnal fics of geto as well! <3

#asks #anon #THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH FOR ASKING BTW HEHEHEHEHE #there’s so much i wanna write i’m just inundated w ideas 😭 it’s nice 2 yap about them!!!! <333 #but yes. i have so many more ideas that i have planned i’d put them in here but it’d be soooooo long then 😭#if you’re curious feel free to ask me again! <3 BUT THANK YOU AGAIN FOR BEING CURIOUS MWAH MWAH MWAHHHHHH <333 #snippets

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I huff about the Wrath of the Rock thing mostly bc if I started talking about how badly contracts were done in Liyue I'd never stop lol. What he did with Wanyan was the most in-your-face about it and had me FUMING, yes, but I honestly really want to know what the adepti are getting out of their contracts and why exactly they still had to hold up their end of the bargain when the contractor was supposed to be dead. Like? A contract really is supposed to benefit both parties? What service has Zhongli been providing? NOT kicking them out of Liyue's mountains or something? Is he a landowner? And Xiao's contract is just downright exploiting him - I'd think the translation mistook "contracts" for "oaths" somewhere but no, Yanfei exists.

And I was curious bc I distinctly recall a Liyue NPC praying to Barbatos....checked, her name's Chishui! And she says though it's tradition in Liyue to worship the Geo Archon the winds are what truly determine whether her sailor husband is safe, though she admits it's rare (unsure if she means liyue locals praying to Barbatos or locals praying to another god in general). She says any god will do as long as they keep her husband safe though, so maybe she just has either less patriotism or more common sense idk.

Gahhh unreliable information is so annoying. I remember thinking when I started playing that maybe humans already had their own "type" and their ruling archon just neutrally crystalised it, given it IS supposed to be their own ambitions and all. As it is, now I don't trust anything about vision lore bc I know it's going to get dashed later on rip

Hahaha................. yeah.

But yeah.

In general, one of Genshin's biggest missed opportunities is arguably doing nothing with their gods' supposed ideals.

Mondstadt is freedom town, so that's nice, but there's no actual commentary on freedom, even though there's potential for something juicy with how they walked themselves into the Aristocracy entirely on human free will. Liyue is uh contracts, but "contracts" can mean any of like three different things minimum, with no distinction or examination of any of them. Inazuma tried, but they did not connect Yoimiya's musings, Ei's misguided grief nonsense and then the uuuh revelations (?) she had when communing with her dead sister's spirit inside a magic that went back in time for some reason (???) particularly well. And Sumeru is just a joke, they don't even try.

These seem to be basically just buzzwords that exist for flavor, rather than any real meaning.

I feel like part of the supernatural contracts in Liyue might relate to the weird third party racism that archons engage in for the sake of humans. Like how the oni had to do some weird dance to live with humans and how Azhdaha basically has no rights because won't you think of the humans. Adepti originally start out with a flavor of being fairly alien in their thinking and don't interact with humans well at all, so them having a contract that forces them to prioritize humans is potentially meant to make sure they kill fewer people.

In that sense, the service Zhongli provides is that he doesn't execute all their asses for imprisoning random people in amber and shit like that, I guess?

But they really did not keep any of this consistent.

Which isn't surprising. Genshin never cares about consistency, which is why its lore might be cool but its worldbuilding is pretty awful.

In regard to worshipping foreign gods, its presumably possible. I do recall there's a Sumeru NPC who also prays to Barbatos, though other NPCs near him didn't seem thrilled with that. On the whole, Genshin is hardly going to ever create a tense enough situation where there's acknowledged religious or national fervor that could lead to people getting genuinely targeted for acting in a way that's not seen as socially acceptable. But logically speaking, it's not even just plain "following a minority religion" deal, these gods are also the government and immediately present divine rulers. Barbatos isn't around and Morax is pretty chill, but like imagine if you want to make a shrine to a different god next to your house. How is that going to go over? If you apply just basic "how humans act about things" from the real world.....

#playing genshin

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space-ninja-fashion-show · 1 year

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Alright, time for How Alden And Kodiak Actually Sort Their Shit Out. Get ready, it’s gonna get long

It’s a railjack mission, somewhere around Pluto. Kohlrabi and Alden invading ships where needed, Kodiak doing work on the railjack Peregrinus itself along with the human crew (gunners Die and Ched and engineer Maxi), and ofc Cy himself

It’s overall a good day of plundering and blowing shit up and setting various new Contraptions of Kodiak’s design on the corpus occupying the sector. Cy seems satisfied with their results so far. Die pilots and proceeds to argue about it with Ched non-fuckin-stop. Shanty the ship kavat patrols along the corridors like her job includes being a beast of battle instead of one of blanket piles

Alden and Kohlrabi are investigating an orokin derelict floating in orbit, already swarming with corpus, when there’s a cut off SOS signal and Kohlrabi reappears on the Peregrinus, not far from where Kodiak is working on stuff. Stumbling, wide eyed, clearly shaken

It turns out they and Alden wandered into a trap. An ambush. Y’know those grineer bullshit orbs on the Zariman that force you out of your frame? Yeah well the corpus have figured out the opposite it seems. They had scrambled the transference signal enough that Kohlrabi’s brain cut it off on instinct and now they’re back here on the Peregrinus with absolutely no connection to Alden, who was left behind

There had been so many corpus and proxies, so many, hundreds of them swarming in the halls of that derelict, and they had said something about stripping a warframe for parts, and-

Basically Kohlrabi is terrified out of their mind but determined to go back and both of those transfer to Kodiak as well. He wouldn’t let Kohlrabi back on to that derelict alone Anyway but. Alden. These fuckers went after Alden and he’s alone down there and they’re taking Alden away from him, again, out on a mission he will not return from bc he will no doubt find a way to deal with this that’s stupid and heroic and not something he can survive-

They need to go. They need to go Now

This is the part where maybe someone else would say hee hoo Kohlrabi transfers into Kodiak and they work together and I am v specifically and spitefully pointing out that I am Not Doing That bc I hate the trope of “character development but it’s just the character becoming more willing to let their boundaries get walked over.” Not doing that. Kodiak is not doing transference shit ever again and it’d put him in great distress if he did and They Can Do This Without That

Anyway

They go in one of the landing shuttles that railjacks Have. Idc that they don’t in game, there Has to be a way for 1) ppl who aren’t warframes to get on and off, and 2) anyone to get on and off anywhere that isn’t the total of uhh. Three? I think? Dry docks you have access to in the game

So they go to get Alden back. From the fuckin derelict. From the fuckin corpus

The shuttle is remote controlled by Cy with a manual override for emergencies, so on the short ride over Kodiak gets to get a bit more detail out of Kohlrabi regarding what they’re walking into. They’re both angry and determined and scared, and everyone on board knew it’d be pointless to try and stop them. Is it a stupid mission with bad odds? Yes. Are they still the most likely to succeed? Also yes

Kohlrabi is fidgeting with the knife they got from North. Kodiak is bringing his chakkhurr that Alden had gotten for him, gifted with the undertone of “I hope you will never have to use this. I hope it’ll keep you safe, when you do.” It’s way bigger than what he’d prefer but also definitely insane enough to be right up his alley. He’s never aimed it at a living target before but suddenly he doesn’t find the thought so alien anymore

They dock at one of the corpus airlocks jammed into the side of the derelict to allow safe entry. The inside is a smaller corridor, thankfully deserted. When Kodiak tells Kohlrabi to go immaterial as long as they can and hide, it’s not bc he doesn’t believe in them. It’s bc this is two of them against possible hundreds. They can’t win this by force

Alden is...alone, against hundreds, and fuckin terrified. No shit. He’s outrunning the worst of it for now, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before he runs out of space in the bowels of the derelict. He’s bleeding and limping and lost and there’s corpus fuckin Everywhere

The bullets stuck under his skin giving their repeating magnetic pulses scramble his HUD, make him dizzy and disoriented and tired. He feels like he’s running in circles

He feels like he’s been here before, millennia ago, except that was a ship, not- not this place, and oh anyway, he has to find the reactor- there is no reactor, but there is, no, there-

In his delirium he is constantly swinging between past trauma and present danger. Struggling to survive either. Whatever he’s got left in him is draining fast. He just wants to go home more than anything, and with every step, every corner he feels more certain that that’s simply not an option anymore

And then the building around him hums, sings, and he knows immediately even through everything that he must be imagining it, because the tune is something Kodiak used to whistle when he tinkered in his workshop. But Kodiak is not here, Kodiak is- dead, probably, right? Maybe not. Probably yes. He’s not sure, he’s not sure about anything anymore except that it all Hurts

And then then derelict comes alive

Doors open and close of their own accord. Sentry drones float from their sockets to take aim at- at anything that isn’t Alden, apparently. Igniting chaos. Decorative contraptions animate not to dazzle but to tear apart anything that gets near them. The Neural Sentry stretches its horrible phantom limbs and makes every single soldier aboard it fight to retain their own selves

And as Alden keeps running, keeps searching for a way out or a way to end, the chaos parts around him. Overhead lights beckon and lead him, dimming back down to their ominous lacking once he passes. Doors open way ahead and then lock behind his back, layer after layer separating him from the fighting, until he can’t tell how much of it he’s imagining anymore

And then- then, there’s a corridor, with an airlock at the end

Kohlrabi is the first by his side, tackling him in a hug, a real hug despite the flesh-steel and the weak static electricity that’s the best Alden can really produce right now. He hugs them back the moment he realises what’s happening. If they’re here, if they made it this long alright, if they can afford the time to do this, then things must be okay. They must be. They must be. But he holds them tight just in case they aren’t

Kodiak lets them have a moment but can only hold out for so long when he’s also terrified and relieved and trying to take stock of Alden’s injuries from far away. So he comes over, gently lays a hand on Alden’s arm, watches as he sways closer. Promises him that they’re getting him home now, getting him fixed up. Alden hasn’t said a word and Kodiak is worried about a million things and that’s one of them, but he does at least nod. Kohlrabi looks up at Kodiak and things would probably turn into a group hug of their doing if Cy didn’t choose that exact moment to tell them to come the fuck back on board so they can all go home and get Alden some medical (Helminth) attention

It takes a bit, for the Helminth to fix everything. Kodiak and Kohlrabi spend that time sitting together. Kohlrabi is the most tired out of all of them, between having a human body and the shock of being thrown from transference on top of an already long day, so they end up settling down against Kodiak’s side and under his arm despite him not being Soft. Kodiak tells them stories of harmless, stupid things Alden would get up to when they were both young

When Alden emerges again, it’s more hugs and softness and making sure he’s doing okay. Kohlrabi keeps yawning. They only put up token resistance about Getting Some Rest but Alden jokingly threatens to call Hako anyway, and their response is “I already have two dads telling me to go to sleep, pls don’t sic my brother on me too D:”

This is a very normal thing for both Alden and Kohlrabi (and holy fuck did it take long for both of those found family relationships to get accepted as they are named now but Hey We Got There) meanwhile Kodiak is just standing there trying to have a coherent thought bc dad?? dad??? am dad???

So Kohlrabi ends up going to bed proper (tho they also end up sleeping like shit, but at least for the moment things are looking okay in that department). And Alden kinda just starts towing Kodiak along to his own room bc he Also wants to rest but also he Really Does Not Wanna Be Alone rn. Neither does Kodiak. Or maybe they just specifically don’t wanna be away from each other. They know things turned out okay but that residual fear is Still There. The Helminth heals faster than a once-human mind can keep up with

But Kodiak stops walking the moment they’re in Alden’s room bc. Okay. They need to talk. Bc he almost lost Alden Again and they both relived Horrible Fuckin Things and Kodiak doesn’t even know most of what Alden had just gone through bc they haven’t Talked about it yet. But he needs to tell him what he’s gonna now even if it goes wrong bc he’s been quiet for millennia but the chance of never getting to say it at all bc Alden will just be Gone again is too great to bear at this point

So he says, “I need to tell you this. I love you.”

And Alden is confused and amused and fond bc This Is Not New. They’re best friends! This is not new! “I love you too.”

“No, you idiot, you- I’m in love with you!”

And Alden is still amused until the next second it Clicks and he kinda. Short circuits. Also mind you they’re still holding hands and Kodiak tries to pull his hand away and Alden won’t let him. But otherwise he’s stunned silent so Kodiak is Expecting The Worst. He’s forcing himself to stay quiet but he Knows that he’s practically radiating anxiety

Eventually Alden asks, “How long?”

Which. What the fuck. Unexpected enough that Kodiak just...answers. “Since we were 25, I think?”

“Oh you motherfucker”

“????” (even more anxiety)

But Alden is laughing. Jittery and adjusting his hold on Kodiak’s hand and Laughing. “You beat me by a year! I- I think we were 26 anyway, remember when Teerak-”

“You can’t be serious.”

But he is. He’s so giddy and his free hand keeps flitting about and this is a grown man but he’s acting like a teenage boy in love and Kodiak loves him So Fuckin Much but he’s also maybe gonna kill him bc what the fuck. What the fuck

“So you’re saying. All this time-”

“Every fuckin day back then I was thinking about wanting to kiss your stupid face, and then I died and all this shit happened and I realised I’d never get to, and then- then we found you again, and I just went back to the same, I guess.”

Yeah Kodiak is gonna kill him. “Why didn’t you just Say Something”

“I was waiting for You to say something!”

“For me to- Bunny, I was so obvious! Everyone knew!”

“Everyone but me, apparently!”

They...argue about this pointlessly for a while. It’s fine. They’re just very giddy about it

#kata's chatter #oc: alden #oc: operator kohlrabi #oc: kodiak #there is absolutely stuff in here that will need to be explained separately #hopefully i will remember to do that but also feel free to just ask #there is also a conversation sometime after this thats just #'oh god what do we tell kohlrabi' 'i mean ive already told them im in love with you ages ago so-' 'you WHAT'#TUMBLR STOP BEING A BITCH TO MY LINEBREAKS

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Haven au you say? 👀 I have no idea what Haven is!!! But I love Chryzurejacks and Elias being villainous sooo 👀👀👀 rant pass!!! Tell me all about it!!!

mostlyyy i’ve been brainworming over the whole chryzurejacks dynamic!! because—jacks moves into salem w/o any memories, chrysi’s already living there w/o any memories, and azure’s staying w his family holding all his previous lives’ memories close to his chest. it makes for some interesting scenes where jacks is dating someone else but he’ll see chrysi doing something & marvel at how familiar it feels. when chrysi starts being friendly with him, she starts slipping into some inside jokes that she and jacks had in their first life. azure watches all this and he’s struggling to maintain a balance between what little he should know in this life and how much he actually knows. add the shifting romances, and things start getting rlly messy!!!

but basically—salem called them back to that land (well—“salem”. i’ve been playing around w making it a more fantasy town?? since the province chrysi and jacks originally grew up in was pryntiss, maybe it’ll be that.. you get the gist) since they cursed it when they all “died” in the original curse. azure starts putting together the pieces & he leaves salem in an attempt to stop whatever’s happening / figure it out.

the ppl of the town that are familiar w the dark underbelly of it (bc this is also a “monster-of-the-week” formatted au!!) eventually figure out that chrysi, azure, and jacks are the reason their town is so particularly cursed and prone to the supernatural. but first they thought it was simply the fates causing the drama. most of the fates escaped before the townsfolk could do anything, but jacks decided to stay behind because it was at this point he and chrysi were together. he winds up getting caught in a card (by whom? well. let’s jst say that castor betrayed him & was turning the town on jacks to separate him from chrysi).

at that point, azure comes back & he and chrysi work together again to try and save jacks. the problem is, azure started working w the townsfolk because he thought they promised him a way to break the reincarnation curse so he and chrysi would finally be free. turns out, castor’s been working both sides of the issue (mundane vs supernatural) the whole time purely to screw all three of them over!!

basically, they figured out that chryzurejacks caused the curse on the land as a whole, so they jst need to cut it off by paying with bones, blood, and tears. azure already paid with his bones the first time he died, but chrysi didn’t spill her blood there when she died, and jacks became an immortal and stopped crying normal tears that night. so they have to kill chrysi and jacks has to grieve her properly, just like they were supposed to that night.

obvi, they don’t tell azure this, so when jacks gets out of his card and chrysi’s got a knife to her throat, azure starts screaming. he was told they’d help him break the curse!!! they aren’t!!!

jacks decides the best way to solve this problem is to pretend that he’s immortal again and that he has no memories of chrysi nor azure. if they kill chrysi, he won’t give them what they want to break the curse over the town. it’s a gamble, but it pays off!!

and yet, jacks doesn’t inform chrysi of his ploy, so she’s rlly sad abt it :((( literally right before he got stuck in his card, chrysi found out he was being threatened & she was JST saying that she’d keep him safe :(((

thing is, she figures out he’s lying on day three, but she doesn’t tell him because she knows why he’s lying (to keep her safe, yeah, yeah), and also because. well, she is a bit petty. she wants to see how long he’ll try to keep this going. and she’s also going to make it super hard for him. so there.

azure figures it out on one of their cases. he tricks it out of jacks and then they both promise to keep it a secret from chrysi. ummm. okay.

chrysi gets rlly mad abt that once she finds out they made each other keep it a secret. is elias bloom her only goddamn ally here? that’s jst sad.

#elias bloom is subject to villain decay because it’s so fucking funny #he was the worst person in town until castor showed up and suddenly he was like. huh. okay i’m not as bad as THAT guy #.asks #m.filly✨#s.chryzurejacks #au.haven

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