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Donnie’s just trying his best….
Something I think is kind of cute is how throughout Rise, Donnie seemed to show constant support towards Raph’s leadership
Donnie: Captain the conn is yours
Donnie: This is Purple Knight is everyone in position?
Raph: Red King is set
Throughout Rise, Donnie has constantly shown his support for Raph’s leadership often showing this in multiple ways such as making Raph’s chair in the Turtle Tank the one in the centre & calling him captain & Donnie even expresses his support for Raph’s leadership by giving Raph the King position when giving his family chess code names to present Raph as the leader of the team.
It’s also shown in the episode Pizza Puffs that Donnie is the one who goes on the most mission with Raph which might be another way of Donnie trying to support his older brother.
Spinner, writing
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The first time Spinner picks up the pen, his hand becomes too heavy the moment he sets it down on the surface of the table. The white of the paper in front of him blurs and blurs with the surroundings until he has to shut his eyes to clear his vision. In his mind, he immediately sees Shigaraki.
The pen snaps in his grip.
The doctors have to sedate him.
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The second time Spinner picks up the pen, he tries to write Shigaraki's name. When he can't, he instead writes 'League of Villains.'
Now what?
"The League of Villains was..."
Was...
—the only place he felt he could belong.
Spinner's own words. He said them, once. He said them, to—Toga, who was about to run off, to find one of those Hero trainees. Because—Twice had died, Twice had been killed by Hawks, the second of them to die, after Magne, and—
Spinner throws the pen away. He drags himself over to his bed and buries his head in his pillow, biting hard into the cloth and cotton. He keeps perfectly silent, even as his eyes and heart and everything else that is him screams.
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Some days, he resents Shigaraki. For not coming back for him, them, the League. For failing to beat that stupid fucking kid. For telling that kid to give Spinner those last words. Without them, Spinner could've stayed empty.
But Shigaraki's words are inside of him now, and Spinner cannot throw them away. They roll through his mind, always, day and night, echoing in that low, raspy voice of Shigaraki's, and though they always end up making wrong turns, crashing into the walls Spinner has tried put up to keep himself upright and moving, Spinner lets them stay. They are agony, and they destroy him. They are so very much Shigaraki's, and there is nothing Spinner treasures more.
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He hits a stride when he decides to write as if he's writing letters.
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Shigaraki—
I got your message.
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Shigaraki—
Kinda mean of you to not say anything to Mister, or Dabi, or Toga. They'd be so disappointed.
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Shigaraki—
The food here is terrible. Remember when you won us sushi? And yakiniku? I never had anything so expensive in my life. It was thanks to you.
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Shigaraki—
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I didn't do anything when All For One said you were you, but I knew you weren't, not completely. I'm sorry I didn't try to get answers, and just listened to whatever he said. I'm sorry I didn't help you, I'm sorry I just let you scream you were in pain and it was so obvious so obvious that something was wrong and I didn't help. I should've questioned him more I should've demanded he stop whatever he was doing to you I should've
you were hurting you took that surgery for our sake I said I was acting for your sake too but I wasn't I should've helped you for real. You were our leader you saved us you saved me and I should've saved you too.
Sorry sorry I'm so sorry.
I can't ever make it up to you and I'm sorry.
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The worst part, Spinner realizes, is that Shigaraki would forgive him.
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remember in goblet of fire when minerva says ‘potter’s a boy, not a piece of meat!’
imagine harry telling her everything after the battle of hogwarts, telling her about how dumbledore raised him like a pig for slaughter, and how he had to die and mcgonagall gets so goddamned mad
she loses control for the first time that harry’s EVER seen and she’s actually yelling, she’s so pissed that harry was seventeen and he had to accept death and dumbledore KNEW he would have to die and NEVER TOLD HIM
and harry’s about to cry because yeah his friends would be devastated if he was gone but NO ONE got this damn pissed that dumbledore had raised him so that he could die at the right time and mcgonagall’s in the middle of a rant and he just shoots up and hugs her and she’s stunned into silence but after a moment she hugs back and it’s great
and then she goes up to her office and starts screaming at dumbledore’s portrait because ‘i don’t care if it had to happen, albus, he is a CHILD-’
IT’LL BE FUN, THEY SAID | Elijah Mikaelson | The Originals | Whumptober 2021
Day Twelve: begging
Part one: THAT’S GONNA LEAVE A MARK
Elijah stormed into the building. He knew he should’ve been here earlier, he just hoped that his wife was still here and that his mother hadn’t tried anything to endanger her. Elijah knew that he couldn’t live without her.
Klaus wasn’t far behind him, the look of rage etched into his features. He cared deeply for his sister-in-law and had done since she became a Mikaelson. She was as good as blood to him. And anyone who touched his family would perish by his hand.
“She’s not here, brother,” Klaus said as he looked around the rummage. “We can have Freya redo the spell but we shouldn’t waste time.”
“No.”
“No?”
“She’s here. I can tell.” Elijah said, continuing to move crates around to get a better visual. “Mother has hidden her well. Klaus just sighed before resuming his search. He moved towards the scent of blood in the corner, hoping to find some sort of clue to where (Y/N) was but he didn't have to look far before he saw her corpse.
Her eyes were closed as if she were asleep but nothing else about her indicated peacefulness. She was drenched in blood. It had come from her mouth and the stab wound in her heart but also scratches on her arms and slim streams from her eyes.
Off all the torture Niklaus had seen, and even committed, this was one of the most brutal he had seen. It was clear that (Y/N) had suffered.
Quickly, he grabbed a dust cover from a crate and covered her body; Elijah shouldn't have to see her like this, not without preparation. Klaus knew that this would destroy him.
"Elijah," he softly called, "can you come here?"
"Why? I know she's here, I need to find her."
"Please."
This startled Elijah, Niklaus never said please. Curiosity got the better of the noble brother as he made his way over to the hybrid, before stopping in his tracks when he saw his face.
"Niklaus, what is it?"
Klaus sighed, "I know where she is, but you need-"
"I need to see her!" Elijah snapped.
"Elijah, I- She isn't..." Klaus looked down, trying to find the right words to say. How do you tell your brother that the love of his life, his soulmate, was dead? "(Y/N): she's dead. Mother got to her."
Elijah froze. Niklaus must have been lying, some sort of sick joke. (Y/N), his (Y/N) wasn't dead, she couldn't be.
"Where is she?" He demanded. Klaus pointed to the tarp-covered ground. Slowly, Elijah made his way over and removed the covering.
And there she was. Still as anything. He reached over and grabbed her hand in his, grasping at it like a lifeline. His wife was dead, there was no denying now. In moments she had gone from the light of his life, the person he woke up everyday for to another body he had to bury.
"Please no," He begged as he tried to shake her, even though he knew it was fruitless, he had to try. "Please, come back to me. Please, please, please."
Niklaus watched as his brother, the man who always kept him together, the man who he could rely on, the man who saved him time and time again broke down and Niklaus knew he was powerless to help him in his time of need.
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Why can't this happen in real life
To The Readers Who Look Up At The Stars... and Wish.
Azriel X Reader
Content Warning: unedited.
Summary: Azriel can't tear himself from the stars.
A/N: I will add the taglist when I get to a computer! Enjoy!
Dividers by @tsunami-of-tears
Nesta searched for her friend. She knew that he and Cassian had returned from a tough mission as her mate had returned bruised and exhaustion dominated over his features. He desired to bathe and go straight to bed, barely able to bend and place a tender, loving kiss to her lips. And it took a lot to exhaust the General in such a way, and she knew she needed to check in with the shadowsinger.
The Valkyrie approached Azriel's door and knocked. Her frown deepened as her knocks went ignored. She tested the door, know, the cold biting into her skin as she twisted and shocked to find the door bent to her will and opened.
As the eldest Archeron walked into his room, she took a moment to take in his room. He kept it clean and organized with minimal decor, and yet the room felt cozy, and Nesta could even see the painting of him and his brothers at the top of Ramiel and smiled her hand grazing lightly over the crimson hue of her mates Siphons. A cool sensation threaded through Nesta's fingers tugging her, and she smiled, looking down to find a shadow swirling around her hand. "Hello, where is he?" The shadow tugged once more, and she followed as it led her to his balcony.
Azriel was leaning against the balcony rail, his wings tucked tightly, and his shadows pooled at his feet relaxed. Though his back was to her, Nesta could tell that he was looking up at the night sky, the stars and the moon illuminating the balcony. Nesta walked up and leaned next to him.
They stood in a comfortable silence for a few moments before Azriel, to the Valkyrie's surprise, spoke, a smile tugging at his lips, "My beloved will return to me, tonight."
Nesta's head snapped toward the shadowsinger, "Beloved?"
Azriel nodded, "Yes. Each star is a reader of our story, Nes." He pointed to a large bright star, Nesta's gaze follows, "That one emerges often, and it's as if my body just pulls me to it when it appears. I know this reader is special, a beautiful creature that deserves to be cherished."
Nesta faced her friend once more, "How can you be sure?"
Azriel smiled, "I just do. Nes." As he rubbed his chest, his siphons glowing atop his scarred hand.
Nesta bit her lip for a brief moment, "I wonder if I'm the villain in this story."
"Quite the opposite." Cassian's voice called out from the balcony door. Nesta swirled around to find the General with the tired grin. "You are quite beloved. You've helped many heal, My Love." He held out his hand, and Nesta grabbed his, "My beautiful, loving Mate." Cassian kissed her temple. "Let's go to bed."
Nesta nodded but not before turning back to Azriel. To find her smiling at her. "I'm alright, I promise. We'll go have breakfast at the bakery you like tomorrow." Nesta nodded her head as Cassian led her out of the shadowsinger's room.
Azriel's head looked back up at the Stars, "Oh beloved, how I yearn to touch you." He lifted his hand as though he could caress the star. His thumb tried desperately to caress it as though it were your cheek. "My beautiful Reader. Sweet Dreams. I'll see you soon." Lowering his hand, he walked toward his bed, but not before looking up at his star once more. Wishing that one day his path would find its way to you.
Softly, you shut the book and lean your head against nothing. Wishing scarred calloused hands were cupping your face so tenderly. That wings spanning so wide they would touch both walls of your room would hover over you in a wave of protectiveness. Sadness hollowed you out, as that would never come to be. Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court, was fictional, and as you got ready for bed, your mind wandered to what night time routine would look like the Illyrian. Even though he was fictional, you could still daydream about what life with him would look like!
As you crawled into your bed, you shut off your light and let the light from the moon illuminate your room. Looking at a particular bright star, your eyes began to grow heavy. You barely registered the shadows swirling over your copy of the popular book that the shadow singer makes his first appearance in as unconsciousness consumed you.
You awoke in a bed that was fairly familiar to you, and when you tried to move a muscled arm that was around, your waist stiffened, keeping you in place. Your head turned, and your pulse quickened as soft hazel eyes met yours. A smile tugged at his lips, and your eyes drifted to his bare chest tattoos kissing his skin. You jolted slightly as his shadows snaked up your leg. Azriel chuckled, and you met his gaze oncemore. "Hi." You whispered.
Azriel's scarred hand cupped your cheek, his smile never faltering. "Welcome home, my sweet Reader." He pressed his lips to yours, and you couldn't help but smile. Home. He felt like home.
If this was a dream you prayed, no one would dare wake you up.
~Fin
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Ok, you all know the book “The Outsiders” right? Right. And I’ve been having an angst scene in my head with Ghost and Soap with this one quote. “Johnny was the only thing Dally loved. And now Johnny was gone.”. Now what if Soap dies or something and Ghost goes fucking 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 and absolutely loses it. He just loses himself and nothing is helping. I welcome you all to this amazing writing prompt!
