So I wrote something a while ago as a fanfic and I liked it. Now that I'm back into that fandom right now, I thought I could swap in my old WIP with my favorite OC!
Enjoy and please let me know if you want this to possibly be a series.
Tws: family angst/drama, assassins, looking for freedom
Varian stormed into the manor. A scowl was upon his lips as a few stray curls from his bun fell into his face. He had been summoned. He thought that they'd leave him alone but no, they just had to rope him back into the family business. Varian considered moving and working for a separate family but he just couldn't do it. The servants stepped out of his way as he walked down the hall, into the dining room.
The first course had been served by now and Elias sat at the head of the table. He was a tall man, standing over six feet and was riddled with muscles. He had Varian's same white hair, although it was straight and shorter than Vari's. He had the same white skin as well.
He tapped his fingers along it, waiting for his eldest son to arrive. Genevieve, his mother, sneered lightly. She was getting impatient and wished her husband would do something about her unruly child.
Genevieve was a rather slim woman. She dressed in fancy dresses and fancy hats with her hat pins. She was where Varian got her curls from. However her hair was a bright red instead of the snow white.
"How long as we going to wait for him?" Genevieve said with a huff, making her annoyance known to all seven people at the table. Clementine, an elderly woman, sat at the opposite end of the table, smirking and knittinng. The rest of the children remained silent.
At that point, with comedic timing, Varian opened the door and walked in.
"Sorry, I'm late everyone. The invite I received today was late, considering it was a days travel from where I was." It took everything out of Varian not to have his ice blue eyes roll to the back of his head. He took his seat next to his father, across from his mother, and next to the youngest, Arlo.
Arlo stared at his older brother with big eyes. He tried not to giggle at him. Varian looked over quickly and just smiled awkwardly. He didn't know how much the other looked up at him.
Arlo was the youngest, being ten years old out of all the siblings. He was small, not having hit his growth spurt yet but looked almost like a clone to his mother. He was still a rather gender neutral child on top of everything so that didn't help much. He had Vari's same blue eyes. However, instead of it being that ice blue, it was a dark stormy blue.
"Well, never the less, we are glad to have you, Varian.", Elias said, smiling gently at his son.
"Thank you for having me, Father. To what have you dragged me back for this time?" He rested his head on his arm, leaning on the table. The ten year old to his side began to copy him. His mother shot both of them a glare and Vari ignored it.
"Well," Elias cleared his throat," You're Mother and I were discussing that you staying home more often would be good. Having you help teach your siblings would be beneficial to your training as well as theirs."
Vari knew well that this was not a request. This was an order. He stared into his father's matching ice eyes, looking to anything to get out of this. His eyes narrowed at him and then his mother.
"I am to be their teacher now? Do they not have you, or grandmother, or even mother? I must do it now?" Varian scoffed, his brows furrowing. How dare they?
"Sweetheart, it's for the best. Calm down." Genevieve tried to calm the situation down.
"I thought that I had made it clear that I do not wish to work for the family anymore." Varian ended up snapping his response back, picking up his butter knife to twirl between his fingers.
"Well you are going to whether you like it or not Mister!" His mother also snapped back.
It wasn't unoften the two bickered. He picked up her temper even if when Genevieve wasn't angry with Varian, she doted on his every whim.
"Why will you not allow me to control my life?!" Varian stood up, his chair scooting back. He ended up stabbing said knife into the table.
"That is enough!" Elias ended up roaring, causing the room to echo a little bit. His voice was deep and commanding. Varian looked over and glared, ripping the knife back out. He chucked it at his father before storming off to his room.
Elias had naturally caused the knife. He knew Varian didn't mean particular harm but was proud of him for the throw. He was getting better and would be an excellent heir. Clementine chuckled a bit, cracking the silence. Elias sat back down and sighed.
"Mother, knock it off."
"He's merely a young boy son... Let him have his rebellious phase." She chuckled and kept knitting.
Varian slammed the door open to his room and then slammed it shut. The room was barely lit, the moonlight was just peaking through. He screamed out and threw a pillow against the wall.
Varian craved for true freedom. His wings had been clipped and tied for so long now. He's an expert trained assassin at the age of 18. He's 21 now. The years have been torture. His first kill, the beatings to make his skin stronger, occasionally passing out from overworking himself. He loved his family so much but he didn't want to be there anymore. He would have loved to help his siblings with anything else. There was ready so much blood that had been spilt. He didn't want to do it. Varian sighed loudly. At least they accepted him, mostly, when he came out. It was going to be awkward when gets a partner, if any.
Varian closed his eyes, letting sleep over take him. He was tired from the fast journey and all his emotions. The assassin curled up in the corner of his bed under the blankets and drifted off, awaiting the hell he had to give his younger siblings tomorrow.
So, in this one... I just wanted to try writing an Y/N story and it kinda just got cuter. Sorry is Vance is ooc but my defense is that we don't know a whole bunch about him lol
Enjoy!
Vance Hopper X Friend Reader!
Reader's gender is not specified
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You and Vance stood at the small pinball machine inside the Grab and Go. The blond, furiously clicking the buttons on the side of the machine as you watched, standing back a ways.
Your gaze turned to see some kids fighting around the corner and you sighed softly, going back to watching Vance.
"Hey Vance, you're about to beat your highscore!" You said, excited for him. You had been crushing on him for a while now and were happy just to be friends.
"Of course, I said I was gonna do it Dumb-shit.." The blond retorted quickly," I said I would."
Falling quiet to let the other focus, the ball landed on the edge as some kids were messing around behind you both. But, as soon as the ball was gonna fall, some kid knocked into you. You smacked into the pinball machine, causing the ball to fall which in in turn, caused the blond to loose.
"Hey! What the fuck?!" You snapped at the two boys rough housing as they skittered back. Quickly turning around, you saw a very angry Vance.
"Mother fucker!" He yelled and you jumped back a few feet before you could get grabbed. The one thing everyone knew was not to mess with Pinball Vance Hopper's game.
"It was them! It was them!" You yelled in defense, with your hands up and shaking your head no.
"You know not to fuck with my game!" He roared as he ended up grabbing you. You felt your feet lift off the ground as you were panicking.
"Don't be such a dipshit and make me loose my game!"
Before you could blink, you were thrown against the floor. As soon as you managed to get up, Vance punched you in the face. You yelped as tears pricked from fear and pain. Your leg rose quickly, kicking the angry blond in the dick. As he doubled over in pain, you got up and bolted out the door. Looking over your shoulder, you could see him chasing after you.
"Get back here Y/N!!!"
"Shit, shit, shit!" You yelled as you ran.
Thankfully, he stopped chasing after you and you managed to bolt back to your house. Locking the door from your so called friend, you fell to the floor gasping for air. And as always, no one was home.
Quickly grabbing a bag of frozen peas, you went to the bathroom to inspect the damage.
One weekend later...
It was Monday...
"Fuck it's Monday!" You yelped, realizing the day after you had gotten ready for school. You were about to walk out the door when you had realized the day. You even managed to do some makeup to lessen the damage. But then, the doorbell rang and your blood ran cold.
Typically, Vance didn't harm you with his outbursts. But when he did(a rarity), he hated himself for it later. Usually it took a little time for things to go back to normal after something happens.
Vance spent the whole weekend hating himself. What had he done? That was his best friend and he certainly did not have many friends. You were so pretty and now he damaged your face... You ran away from him, completely afraid...
What had he done?
So, in usual fashion, he bought your favorite candy and was planning on walking you to school. But this time, it didn't feel right.. Which pissed him off.
Opening the door, you took a breath.
He was there, looking off into the distance. You forced a smile.
"G-Good morning!" You said and slung your bag over your shoulder.
"Joining me for the walk to school?"
Vance didn't smile. He didn't even look you in the eye. The pinball wizard walked over to you and held a couple packages of (fave candy) out in his hand. He motioned for it, making a small noise. This certainly wasn't what you were expecting. But after a confused look and a pause, he motioned again.
"For me?" You asked, not liking to assume. With your hesitation, Vance snapped.
"Of fucking course it's for you idiot! I'm trying to apologize! Now are you gonna fucking take it or am I gonna go return it because only you like this shit?!"
You swallowed, not expecting this reaction. Vance felt the tips of his ears heat up as he cleared his throat.
"I'm sorry.." He mumbled and just grabbed your hand and placed the candy in it. Even if you were still upset he punched you, it was really sweet...
"Thank you... I'm sorry too.."
He nodded and just began walking off to school. Locking your house, you quickly followed.
"I deserved to be kicked in the dick for what I did..." He thought to himself as the two of you walked in silence.
Vance was off for a couple weeks. Showing up at your house with some more candy a few days. One day he brought soda too but he didn't talk to you much. He was mostly quiet and wouldn't say much. It was sweet and it didn't help your on going crush.
Once your black eye had healed, you led him to a small secluded, shady, corner. Grabbing the boy by his shoulders and looking him dead in the eye, you spoke.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?" You snapped at him, looking at him sternly.
"Huh? Y/N, what do you mean?" He asked, looking confused.
Raising an eyebrow and putting your hands on your hips.
"Yeah.. Sure.." You rolled your eyes, "What I mean is that you've barely said a word to me for the past couple weeks and you keep just giving me things! Yes, I am grateful and it is so lovely but what's with you? This isn't even hanging out..."
The man was too stunned to speak. He stared at you with big blue eyes, not saying anything.
You waited, upset and starting to get teary eyed.
"Well? What's wrong? Just talk to me!"
Vance opened his mouth to speak but was cut off. Someone had walked by, catching the two of you being suspicious.
"Y/N, I lo-"
"Y/N? Vance Hopper? Are you two breaking up? Don't be a dick like that and loose a someone like that! Guys are total idiots.." Gwen Blake said and wandered off.
You and the other just stood there for a moment. What had just happened. The two of you looked back at each other, blue eyes locking with your (colour) eyes.
You took a deep breath and swallowed.
"I'm sorry!" Vance suddenly blurted out, turning bright red afterwards.
"God dammit! I.. I was so mad at myself and I still am because.. Because I hurt you and I didn't mean to! I really like you and I didn't want to loose you but I didn't know what I was doing so I panicked okay?! I just wanted to stay with you.."
The cherry faced blond turned away and began to walk off. You were red too, not sure what to say.
"Vance, wait!" You called out after him and ran up to him. Taking the initiative, you grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him roughly. His eyes went wide in shock, not sure what to do other than turn a darker red. You pulled away for a moment with a small smile.
"If you couldn't tell... I kinda like you too..."
"Can we uh.. Try that again?" He asked, awkward and blushy. You nodded and the two of you kissed sweetly.
This came to me as an idea when I just finished watching Stranger Things. I just managed to get around to writing it out!
Summary: Billy's trapped in the upsidedown, not knowing exactly what "he himself" had done but was able to see a few glimpses somehow. Eddie on the other hand was dying. Dark crimson oozing out of his wounds while Dustin held him in his arms.
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As Billy aimlessly wandered about the Upsidedown, now knowing all of Hawkins and where everything was, he stopped for a moment. Something had just happened which caused the world to shift. But as he paused, he saw someone on the ground.
"Shit, shit, shit," he thought and ran towards them. Had something happened? How did they get here? Was that The Eddie Munson?
"Hey! Hey Man! Wake up!" He said, shaking the other. After a moment of not responding, Billy slapped the other across the face which caused Eddie to jolt and look around; his vision hazy. Billy jumped when Eddie jumped.
"Holy shit are you okay?!" Billy said, voice full of worry. He wasn't quite sure why he was worried but the assumption was not being alone with monsters didn't seem all too bad.
Eddie tried to answer but there was nothing there. A small whimper was made as he looked up a Billy.
"Fuck... Give me a minute and don't you dare close your god damn eyes," he barked out. The blond wasn't great with emotion but he knew that he needed to bandage the other up. Thankfully Billy had gotten there in time...
Billy pulled off his dirty and almost torn up leather jacket and then his shirt. It had some blood and dirt on it but that didn't matter right now. Quickly ripping it up into strips, he started wrapping up the injured man. Tightly binding and tying knots along the cuts quickly and soon Billy was done.
Eddie watched and let out a few groans of pain as Billy tightly wrapped his now torn up shirt around him. He watched as the blond threw the leather jacket back on and picked him up. Eddie clung onto Billy a little as he was carried, not knowing where they were going.
"Don't... Drop..." The brunette managed out and Billy nodded.
"I won't drop you. But we're going somewhere safe," he spoke gruffly to the "freak" in his arms. Billy walked off, making a mental note to pick up the strewn makeshift weapons later. He walked over to one of the RV's and kicked the door open. He stepped inside and set Eddie down on the bed in the back.
Inside the RV, there were a few things that Eddie noticed. First of all, the bed was quite comfortable. Next, the windows where all boarded shut with the curtains drawn on the inside as well as a few vents. Next, there was a few water bottles and snacks that Eddie didn't know where the hell Billy could have possibly gotten those. As the blond rummaged through a cabinet after barricading the door, a thought crossed his mind. How the hell is The Billy Hargrove still fucking alive?
Billy glanced over at Eddie, who looked a little confused and afraid. He walked back over with some medical supplies and dropped it on the bed. Next, he grabbed a bottle of water.
"You need to drink. Here, it's just water."
Why the fuck was Hargrove being... nice?
Eddie was just a freak and here was this popular sex magnet, well... ex-popular sex magnet, taking care of him.
Slowly, he nodded and let Billy help him drink. Slowly Eddie drank the water, which tasted like normal water and it was fine. After a moment, Billy pulled the water bottle back and looked across Eddie.
"I'm going to cut your shirt off." Billy stated without any permission or consent. He knew consent was sexy but at risk of bleeding out, not sexy enough. He began to cut off Eddie's shirt.
Eddie nodded a little at the statement and then his breath hitched from pain. Billy looked up instantly.
"Don't move!" He snapped, then going back to what he was doing. After this, he mumbled under his breath,"what I'd give for a cigarette.."
Eddie stayed still, letting himself be bandaged up. He made a few noises of pain here and there, most of them being noted by Billy but he didn't do much else. Soon enough, Billy was done stitching, cleaning, and wrapping Eddie up.
"Would you like some more water?" Billy finally asked.
"Up.. Then water.." He managed to whisper out and then made a face contorted in some pain. Slowly, Billy helped the other sit up, leaning against a wall with a pillow thrown behind him. The blond tilted the water bottle to the other's lips and helped him drink.
But, they both knew that when Eddie was healed up, they would both have a million questions for each other.
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Lemme know if y'all want a part two!
I did not expect anyone to like this… Thanks for the support!
Find Part One here!
Summary:
The choir doesn't make it in time. It's just too late... Karnak dies before he's able to bring Jane back to life... Here's their life afterwards… But now, the choir was given a house from some rando guy???
"Now, this house is yours. Do with it what you will, but please don't destroy it... I've left a notebook for you all with all the info you need," He smiled at the children and put a big floppy hat on and grabbed a bag, seemingly out of nowhere," Well then, I'm off!" The man walked past the children, not giving them a moment to speak and just dissapeared off into the woods. But, there was colour in the sky here and colour in the woods that no one noticed till just now. Even the house had colour!
"What just happened..?"
“Does anyone know that guy?” Ricky asked and the rest of the group shook their heads no. The six kids stood there in silence for another moment, unsure of what to do.
Ocean took a step forward, “Well, let’s go in.. I guess?”
She looked at everyone expectantly and then walked in. Soon enough, the rest of the choir walked inside. There was still colour in the house, unlike Uranium City. Confusion flooded their expressions but the house seemed to be bigger on the inside even if it still was rather large on the outside.
“So what next?” Ocean asked the group and spotted the notebook on the coffee table in the living room. She walked over and picked up the notebook as the rest of the kids followed. The living room was rather big, had a fireplace and a few couches with many other things.
“Sleeping arrangements and reading the notebook?” Constance asked and looked over at everyone else. There were no objections so the ginger began to read.
“Hello children. I would like to apologize for what happened.. Apparently Virgil the Rat had other plans that I was not aware about so my power cord was chewed through before I was aware so do not blame yourselves. Now, about your living arrangements… You have met the man who has given you the house I take it. Unfortunately, I do not know who this man is but I assume that he is God or someone similar. Good luck with living with each other and remember that voting is important. Sincerely, The Amazing Karnak ™.”
Ocean paused in her reading and flipped through a few pages. Silence echoed through the room with tense-ness that could be cut by a knife. No one yet dared to speak. The girl spoke up once more after a few moments.
“There’s one more message but it isn’t signed and then the pages are blank.”
“Well what’s it say?” Noel said, placing his hands on his hips.
“Yeah! Read it Ocean!” Constance chimed in afterwards.
“It says, “Dear Children, I hope your stay here is comfortable. Feel free to do what you want and to leave notes in the notebook.’ And that’s it.”
She shrugged and closed the notebook, setting it down. They looked amongst each other.
“So, exploring next?” Mischa asked, with a small head tilt. There was a small chorus of yes or yeah.
“But I want everyone to stick together, just in case. We don’t know if there’s anything dangerous.”
Eyes were rolled at Ocean’s comment but no one shot the idea down. They began to look around with the six of them sticking together. To start on the first floor, they found the front entrance had a hallway attached. Then there was the living room, a rather large kitchen, two bathrooms(one with a shower and one without), a closet, and the basement. After they had explored, they decided to go to the next floor. Ocean was at the head of the group, followed by Noel, Constance, Ricky, Jane, and Mischa.
On the second floor, they had discovered another bathroom but this one was far much larger than the first floor two. It had a big tub and also a walk in shower, with some other cabinets and such. Also on this floor were three big bedrooms and one closet in the hall. The bedrooms of course were empty and you could fit a couch, desk, and bed comfortably in these rooms. Which also had their own personal closets.
While going up to the third floor, there were two bigger bedrooms up here and another bathroom. However, it was the same size as the one on the floor below. While they kept going up and exploring, Mischa spotted another staircase.
“Hey, there is another staircase to go up. I’m going to check it out,” he said and walked up the stairs, soon followed by everyone else. It looked to be an attic but also the largest of what could be a bedroom as well.
“Yooooo, this is mad, wicked, awesome! I want this room.” He said, wandering about.
“I didn’t think we were calming rooms just yet. What if I want it?” Noel sassed playfully but was genuinely interested in wanting the large room as well.
“I found it first.” Mischa stuck his tongue out at the other and Noel just grinned as he rolled his eyes.
“Guys, the note said to vote right? Let’s go downstairs and vote.” Ocean said, coming between the two’s playful antics.
Thankfully for the choir, everyone agreed and headed back downstairs. They sat down on the couches and the notebook was opened to a blank page, even if no one had found any sort of writing tool.
“Alrighty! Let’s start the second St. Cassian Choir Voting time! Naturally, I will go first-” Ocean was cut off by a groan from Noel and Mischa as they sat next to each other. Ocean, Constance, Ricky, and Jane sat on the larger of the couches while Mischa and Noel sat on one of the smaller ones.
“Let’s try just saying which rooms we want. Does anyone have a pen?” Noel suggested and they all looked around. Seemingly, a pen appeared out of nowhere from Ocean’s pocket. She brushed it off quickly and opened the notebook.
“Well, I want one of the rooms on the third floor or one on the second floor..” The ginger spoke as she wrote it down. Constance was next.
“Well, I just want one of the ones on the second floor, I don’t need that much space.”
“I’ll join Constance in taking one of the rooms on the second floor as well.” Ricky spoke up, “ It doesn’t really matter to me all that much.”
They looked over at Jane who seemed to be spacing out. After a moment, she looked back at them all, expression blank.
“I do not care.” She spoke quickly and dismissively.
Some concern arose in the rest of them but it wasn’t brought up.
“Okay… Which room do you want, Mischa?” Ocean asked after writing down her notes.
“I would like the top floor.” He stated plainly, which Noel made a face at,”But I’ll settle for any untaken room if I get voted out.”
“I also want the top floor or if I can’t get that, I’ll settle for a third floor room.” Noel said, with a small smile, crossing his arms.
Constance and Ricky were written down for the two rooms on the second floor. Which left one open. Then, debates and reasoning were opened. Once all of that was taken care of and written down, there was a vote taken. Everyone had a vote for who gets which room.
I haven't seen any ideas for this yet so here's my two cents :)
part two
Summary:
The choir doesn't make it in time. It's just too late... Karnak dies before he's able to bring Jane back to life... Here's their life afterwards...
"I'd gladly take my 17 years over nothing... It should be her.." Ocean said, taking a step forward. The rest of the choir joined quickly but it was too late.
Karnak began to jolt rapidly, causing the kids to flinch and band together. The robot mumbled as he died, "Be sure to Ride the Cyclone.."
The choir stared in disbelief and utter silence. No one dared to speak a word or even breathe.
"Why..." Jane mumbled as her voice wavered, a tear streaking down her cheek.
"I.. Umm..."
For once, Ocean was at a loss for words. She couldn't make out a coherent anything. She was just stuck in shock.
Mischa tried to place a hand on Jane's shoulder to comfort her but no words came out of his mouth. He swallowed back the pain at this new development. He then placed a hand on Noel's shoulder.
Noel looked over at the Ukrainian boy and took a shakey breath in.
"I can't believe this.."
He muttered under his breath and leaned a tad closer to Mischa.
Ricky glanced at Jane and took a step closer to her, placing a hand on her other shoulder.
"It's alright... This means we'll all get to stay together for a little longer now.."
He spoke softly, trying to keep the mood up a little.
"How could this be alright?!" Ocean snapped before pointing at a small door. It was besides Karnak.
"Door.. There's a door!" She exclaimed and looked at everyone," I'm sorry, but I think that could be the way out."
They looked at each other hesitantly.
"It could be a way of getting out of here.."
"I will go check it out, for safety.." Mischa spoke softly and let go of the two, making his way to the door.
Slowly, he opened the door and glanced around. He took a step out, leaving for a moment.
Ricky hugged Jane gently as she began to sob into his chest. He patted her back and everyone else tried to comfort her.
"You guys got to see this..." Mischa said after a few moments of being gone. The choir looked at each other before walking out the door and into.. Uranium?
Except, it was but it wasn't at all....
It was like the town that they knew and loved. However, it was grey scaled and silent. There was no body there either. They all looked around in bewilderment but stayed close to each other.
What was going on? Where were they actually?
They saw the fair and the crashed Cyclone. But also, there was a small dirt path from the crash site.
"Should we follow the path?" Constance said softly, keeping her hand intertwined with Ocean's.
"Yeah.. Yeah.. I think we should. I don't recognize it from Uranium." Ocean spoke softly and gave Constance's hand a squeeze. The rest of the choir agreed softly.
At the head of the group, it was Ocean and Constance. Ocean was still the "leader" and no one questioned it just yet. After them, it was Jane and Ricky. Ricky comforted her as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Jane had fallen silent. At the end of the group, it was Noel, and then Mischa. Noel was a step ahead of Mischa, as the Ukrainian tried to stay in the back to keep the others safe and in his view. But overall, they were still all very closely knit.
While walking down the small dirt path, they made it through a small path in the forest. But after a silent agreement, they continued forth. Eventually, the choir stumbled across a rather large looking house.
"I don't remember this from Uranium.." Ocean spoke softly and Constance nodded quickly.
"I don't think this existed in Uranium." Noel said, crossing his arms and looked along the large house.
"Someone knock on the door.." Ricky said softly after a beat of silence as they had halted on the porch. They looked amongst each other, but before anyone said anything, someone came out of the house.
It was an old man with a big smile.
"I've been waiting for you all to show up. You are late you know," the man chuckled softly and stepped aside. Ocean opened her mouth to say something but was quickly cut off by the man.
"Now, this house is yours. Do with it what you will, but please don't destroy it... I've left a notebook for you all with all the info you need," He smiled at the children and put a big floppy hat on and grabbed a bag, seemingly out of nowhere," Well then, I'm off!"
The man walked past the children, not giving them a moment to speak and just dissapeared off into the woods.
"What just happened..?"
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I have a few ideas how to continue this but it'll be if i get around to writing or people like it or not! : D
Here's a little bit of an angsty thing I had an idea for a while ago
Enjoy~
"My dear sweet Talia."
The police had translated the note they found in Mischa's phone after the accident. Puzzled as to why he had a final confession of love at 18 years old but went through with it anyways to give who seemed to be his fiance his final words.
"As you now know, I have perished and moved on. I am so grateful with the time we shared together, no matter how brief.
Even, while I was stuck in this unbearable city, you helped me through it all.
My Love, you made things worth while and I cannot bring myself to write any songs for you now. This is a letter to convey my emotions truly to you.
I missed Ukraine, I miss my mother, I wish I could have spent more time with you.
I will miss you dearly my Darling.
You helped me find some sort of relief of this God forsaken Canada.
I wish we could have been married and spent our lives together in Ukraine.
I wish I could have boughtten you a ring. I wish I could come home.
Please, if you know anything, I want you to know how much I truly loved you my Love.
It's prolly super ooc, but I don't care rn y'all<3
Also, I wrote this a few months back.
Summary:
Chuuya lands in the hospital after using Corruption. Dazai keeps him company.
He slowly began to wake up. The darkness exiting as the light flowed in. Good God was it horrible and bright. He pulled the blanket back over his head with a groan. However, a familiar voice called him back into the light. It was a familiar voice... A certain snake.
"Oh Chuuuuyaaaaa~" It was Dazai. Chuuya's barely awake mood dropped instantly. He quickly sat up and whipped the pillow at the boy covered in bandaged.
"Get out."
The ginger seethed before suddenly curling in on himself in pain. While doing this, Dazai had leaned to the side, just barely dodging the pillow. A low chuckle could be heard.
"Ya know... Laying back down could help you a lot.. But hey, what do I know?"
Chuuya was already glaring. He sat up and as soon as he looked up at Dazai, his vision was cut off. For there was a pillow now in his face. The ginger boy grumbled and placed the pillow behind him so he could lean on it.
"What do you want ya bandaged bastard?"
Chuuya was looking around the room and had realized he was in a hospital. The sun was setting.
How? How could the sun be setting? It was just darkness last he remembered. Dazai was quiet during this thought but soon broke the silence.
"Well I figured I'd visit Chibi and bring him this," Dazai extended a small container of cookies and placed it next to Chuuya. Chuuya stared at him, tilting his head.
"What the hell is this? I-"
"Well duh, it's a cookie. Before you ask, no, it's not poisoned.." the brunette sighed softly," Ane-san made them for you. Ya know, being in the hospital and all."
Chuuya rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, like I'd believe that."
He laid back down and rolled over onto his side.
"You took quite a few nasty blows last night..."
So it had been about a day since he had let it out.
"Mori wasn't very happyyyy. But I put in a good word for you because I'm such a good teammate!"
Chuuya sighed and pulled the blanket up more.
"C'mon Chuuya, you can't be mad forever. I'll get up and leave then."
The gravity manipulator halted in his thoughts. He heard Dazai stand up and begin to walk. He rolled over and put his hand out, trying to catch the coat.
"Wait.." Chuuya spoke softly, almost under his breath.
"Stay with me please.."
Dazai stared at the small ginger. Chuuya couldn't make out if it was pity or something else. He could never tell with Dazai. The maniac sighed loudly and dramatically but then climbed into bed with Chuuya.
"Hey! What are you- We won't fit-"
Chuuya was cut off but a "shhh" from Dazai. He got comfy and just laid with the other.
"Go to sleep Chuuya. We won't speak of this. Good night."
Dazai wrapped an arm around Chuuya and the ginger almost clung to the other. He burried his face in the others neck and went to sleep.
