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branmuffins22 · 5 months

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THE TIME IS UPON US ONCE AGAIN FOR A MUFFINTOP FIC REC!!!

This fic has been a big favorite of mine ever since it started coming out a few months ago, it scratches an itch I've felt for a long long time in this fandom (and does it maybe a little too well, I get antsy and end up doing a lot of re-reading between updates).

It's got long, juicy chapters; unsettlingly and appropriately dry tone and delivery (I'm pretty sure there's only like 20 exclamation points in the whole fic (as it currently exists), and they're all in the dialogue, not the plain prose); a wonderful amount of time spent with characters who were thrown completely under the bus by canon (while still remaining (feasibly) canon-compliant, btw); some of the most fun original scenarios and characters a fic of its kind could possibly have (just wait 'till you meet the swizzler); and it's centered around everyone's favorite basilisk, Vee!

Honestly, the Ao3 summary doesn't really do it justice:

This is a sister story (pun intended) to The Owl House that follows Vee's adventures in the human realm.

Like, that's it. Simple, straightforward, and succinct, but gosh golly fuck, it sure doesn't sell it, or at least not to anyone but the most wildly obsessed (like me).

As such, I propose my own reader's summary:

Vee has had a hard life. She grew up in a cage. Coerced, studied, tortured, broken, and put back together again for as long as she can remember. As if her life in the cells weren't traumatic enough, her escape was just as much so, and nowhere near as certain. Alone on the run, she seized the first opportunity she found for a permanent solution, but that too proved to have flaws. Vee is not Luz, but she will do anything to secure her freedom, even if she has to be someone else to do it. She'll just have to survive summer camp, conspiracy theorists, and an ongoing barrage of crises, both external and internal. Anything and everything to be safe and free. This is a sister story (pun intended) to The Owl House that follow's Vee's adventures in the human realm.

#Gravesfield by NomDeGary #the owl house #toh #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic #fic rec #vee noceda #camila noceda #toh masha #luz noceda #veesha #ohyeah its got some TASTY veesha in there #extremely slow burn #excruciating really #like we're over 100k words in and halfway through and it STILL isn't resolved.#came close a few times tho

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silky-slinky · 2 years

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REMEMBERING ME !

FIVE HARGREEVES X GN!READER PAIRING !

READ PART ONE HERE !

FIVE HARGREEVES MASTERLIST !

WC: 5k

A/N: VIKTOR HASN'T TRANSITIONED AT THE FIRST POINT SO HE WILL BE VANYA. I AM NOT DEAD NAMING HIM IN ANY WAY !

Comfortable silence lay steadily inside your room, the sound of the paintbrush gliding across the easel was slightly heard, along with your steady breathing. Rich colors decorated the canvas, ranging from bright yellows to dark blues, covering the white part of the material. The calm atmosphere makes you sigh in contentment.

Painting made you feel at ease, your coping mechanism if you will. A calm mind is what you adored, your powers could be overwhelming if it wanted to. It made you uncomfortable at some times, giving you a glimpse of what you didn't want to see from a person's mind. Yet it was also incredibly useful for villains, barging into their minds to see what their weaknesses are. It was horrible to come in uninvited in a person's mind, but it did the job.

Marcus was extremely fond of your powers, while Ben used you for his much dirtier deeds, forcing you to walk in a person's mind to cheat his way through. Much like when he was arguing with Marcus, he wanted to know what his weaknesses are, so, he forced you to do it for him. It made you uncomfortable after using your powers, knowing as you're prying into their privacy. It's a curse and a blessing all in one.

A loud sound slightly startled you, causing your brush to glide in a way it wasn't supposed to, the red light outside your door catching your attention. “Fuck.” Muttering softly, being frustrated before fixing everything up and seeing what's a big enough problem for Marcus to push the emergency button. It was only pushed whenever it was urgent, much like the time when Marcus frantically pushed it after coming home with Ben in his arms after the Jennifer incident.

The soles of your dirty shoes brushed against the floor as you made your way to the balcony, hearing loud voices from below. Your eyes caught Jayme's, and you rushed over to her side, causing you to be in the middle of the balcony. “Huh, weird. Didn't expect guests today.” You commented, which earned only a soft chuckle from her. Your eyes scanned everyone, taking your time to observe everyone.

They were all dressed in black, except for the boy who had school shorts on that displayed his pasty knees. One had a cape on, a dramatic hero outfit. One had a cowboy hat, a stylish man. One had knives all over him, guessing that it had something to do with his powers. One had a black coat on, she was shorter than most of them. One had regular clothing on, a bulky person. While lastly, a boy who had school shorts on.

Five's lungs stopped working completely when he caught a glimpse of you. The sight of your body swimming in your blood flooded his thoughts immediately, making it hard for him to breathe. It messed Five up, mentally and physically after your death. His body gave up on making precise sniper shots, and his mental health deteriorated day by day. Everyone at Commission noticed, he was almost fired for it, but ultimately pushed away the idea as he was the best assassin they had and will ever have.

His heart clenched painfully, he looked down at his right hand, the very hand he used to shoot you with. He was incredibly hurt, too hurt to notice that you were staring right at him. It pained him to see you, knowing the last time he saw you traumatized him. His breathing was erratic, and beads of sweat formed on his face.

Your brows knit together in confusion at the boy who looked uneasy and uncomfortable as if he wanted to leave right at that moment. An idea popped into your mind, waving a hand his way, the boy with school shorts. Trying to get in his head as much as you hated to. Before you could continue, Reginald's voice interrupted you.

“They are the sparrows. My children.” Five's whole body tensed at Reginald's loud voice. Clearly proud of his adopted children, knowing their capabilities.

The Sparrows were strong, but they didn't have what The Umbrellas had. The Sparrows sure outplaced them in terms of how convenient their powers were, but The Umbrella had a bond that only they could form. A chaotic mess but they loved each other in a way that they'd put their lives at stake to save another one's life. It's what made them siblings, hell, Five tried everything just to go back to his family.

Five's stare was fixated on you, his eyes never leaving yours. To be quite honest, it made you uncomfortable, seeing a stranger stare right into your soul. He couldn't believe his eyes, he didn't even acknowledge the fact that his dead brother was there in front of him. All he could think of was you.

The feelings Five felt were surreal, it felt as if you had punched him so hard, that he couldn't compose himself. He wanted you, needed you to remember him, no matter what it takes.

“I'm sorry. What do you mean, your children?” The man with knives says, inching toward Reginald in a taunting matter.

While Five was stuck in time, staring at you. He stared at you while you made your way down the stairs, whispering something to the girl beside you that made the girl laugh while looking at him. All of these things happening all at once but all he could do was stare.

“That isn't possible, old man.” The man with knives taunts even further, taking one of his knives, and playing with it, attempting to intimidate Reginald.

“Of course it is! I'd think I'd know, would I?” Your feet are planted right beside Ben, and your posture is straight, trying to show who's in control. Ben simply shoved you aside softly, careful not to push too hard that you'd fall over. Once you've composed yourself next to Ben, your eyes panned back to the boy.

“Everybody else can see Ben, right?” The one with the cowboy hat asks his siblings, who looked as confused as the one who asked.

“Y/n.” Five's whole mouth was dry, your name was merely a whisper, barely audible for others to hear. His face was defeated at the sight of you, who was closer than earlier when you were on the balcony. He was extremely, overwhelmed. All five stages of grief came at him all at once.

“Wait, you know them?” The bulky man points over to you while glancing at Five. It was a surprise for them for someone in their team knew someone from the enemy team. Considering everything, they didn't know Five up to an extent. Their lives were restless, from one apocalypse to another, from one problem to another. They never had time to sit down for a moment and get to know each other on a deeper level.

Your face scrunched up at the boy who knew your name. “Who even are you?” You asked no one in particular, generalizing all of them. By now, your other siblings were behind you and Ben. Marcus standing on the other side of Ben, taking up the responsibility of being Number One.

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy, a group of scheming, perfidious malcontents who accosted me in the fall of 1963 when I was away on business in Dallas. Be warned, they claimed to be my spawn.” Reginald's loud voice echoed around the living room. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jayme subtly snickering at the last part of what Reginald had said.

The girl with a cape stepped one step closer to Reginald, in disbelief at what he said. “Claim? Look, Five, what the hell is going on?” She gestured over to the boy in short shorts who used his time to watch you. What a peculiar name, given, that they are a peculiar family. It made you feel slightly uncomfortable with his intense stare.

“I don't know yet, but it's concerning.” Five's eyes panned over to you and Ben, his expression both mixed with confusion and surprise.

“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus spoke out from beside Ben.

“Not the part about us being perfidious.” The short girl replied, clearly bothered by Reginald's words and how he spoke it.

“No, we're amateur-fidious, at best.” The boy with the cowboy hat on says, showing his hand that had the words ‘Goodbye’ written on it. If he was on your team, you would've laughed.

His siblings paid no mind to the silly boy, the short girl continuing. “But we are his children. This is our house.” Ben nudged you slightly, telling you that you should use your powers.

You obliged, moving behind Ben to hide, subtly bringing up a hand and pointing it at the girl's head to barge into her memories. Five watched you do your work, much like what he watched a million times by now. Memories flooded your brain the moment your powers worked on the short girl. Memories of some with the boy with schoolboy shorts. Memories of some with the bulky man. Memories of all of them. You used her memories to know all of them even further.

Klaus was the one with the ‘Goodbye’ tattoo, Allison was the one with the cape, Luther was the bulky man, Diego was the one with knives, and Vanya was the one you barged into. You stumbled back from using your powers, it was something that overwhelmed you at times. Jayme caught you before you could fall, the Umbrellas watching you but didn't say anything.

“You okay?” Jayme whispers, helping you compose yourself.

“I'm okay, thanks.” You made your way back beside Ben, being faced to face with Klaus.

“Okay. None of you belong here." Allison says from her side of the room. Her eyes panning over to every single one of you and your siblings.

“Let's move out everyone, ordered by Ms. Allison.” A few scattered laughs from your siblings as Christopher spoke out his opinion. The Umbrella's expression was clearly confused, not knowing how you knew their sibling's name.

“How-” Allison started. Presumably was about to ask how you knew her name. Before being interrupted by Grace who had a tray of cookies in hand. They had several questions for Five.

“I wasn't expecting company.” Diego started to walk toward the robot, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched the robot's slight malfunction. “This is the best I could do on short notice.” You pitied Grace, you really did. Your siblings treated her like what she was, a robot. She often got mistreated by everyone in your family.

“Mom,” Diego whispered. It was true, Grace being their mom in their memories. What scared you the most was the fact that they did live here, Vanya's memories were full of it. Some being with a blonde woman who if you could recall was named Sissy. Some being in this house, with Grace and Reginald. Pogo was even there.

“Mom? She's a robot, you perv.” Jayme comments, causing your siblings to snicker.

“It's not a robot.” Diego was quick to reply.

“Hey, don't you call him that.” Luther defends Diego from where he stood. Guessing from Vanya's memories, Luther had a character development.

“Or what?” Ben taunts. He could get annoying at times. Voices were overlapping, filled with both The Umbrellas and The Sparrows, teasing each other, provoking one another. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jayme getting ready to use her powers, before launching at it on Diego. His siblings paid no mind to him, too engrossed with threatening one another.

Your eyes watched the man be confused before smiling to himself at what he saw. “Can I see?” You asked Jayme, replying with a soft ‘sure.’ Using your powers, you delve into his mind, watching his hallucinations. Revealing both The Umbrellas and The Sparrows dancing with each other, what a weird desire.

It was another thing that bonded you and Jayme. It was part of your power to see Jayme's hallucinations, causing her to be one of your closest siblings. Along with Ben, who at times, could be an asshole. You snapped back into reality once the hallucination ended, seeing a smirk on Jayme's face as she watched Diego's reaction after.

“You got 30 seconds to get out the house.” Marcus' deep voice resonated around the living room. You sympathized with The Umbrellas. Although you did know the full truth, you couldn't say anything since you still sided with your family. After all, they were the ones you originally went with.

“And if we don't?” Allison replied. She still gave you hard glances every once in a while, confused why you knew her name and confused why Five knew your name.

“Then we'll have to settle this the old-fashioned way.” You rolled your eyes at Marcus and his corny sayings before he took down an enemy. You wondered if it was engraved in each leader's mind to be corny.

“Look, we just fought a literal army.” You nodded along, one of Vanya's memories. Ben watched you, wanting to know what you saw, but had to push it aside for later. You watched Marcus' face fall, somewhat believing the girl. “Okay? This doesn't need to get ugly. Let's all just calm down, and let's talk.” She ushered once more. She had the loudest voice earlier when she tried to calm down the others.

“Pst. Ben-er-rino.” Klaus called out to him. “You look so much better alive than you do dead.” Ben wasn't in any of Vanya's memories, only his younger version. Presuming that he did die in their memories. You didn't know what to call their version of your lives yet.

“Am I right?” He questioned his siblings, only to be ignored once again. A recurring matter in Vanya's memories, along with the present. “Except for that haircut.” Ben did have a horrible haircut.

“What the hell did you just say?” Clearly offended at Klaus' comment.

“Come on, come on. Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants.” He took steps forward to be close to Ben, observing his face. “Oh wow. Nice scar. Muy Macho.” Your eyes scanned the room, confused as to why Klaus wasn't stopped. Only to have eye contact with both Five and Allison.

“Shut your mouth!” Ben's tone much like venom.

“You shut your mouth and just hug your brother-” Klaus starts but gets interrupted by Ben's fist colliding with his face, causing Klaus to quite dramatically stumble back and plop his body down the floor. Ben had a short temper, and he could get mean at times.

Another fit of arguments started before Marcus was the first one to take a blow on The Umbrellas, pushing Luther away from Ben who punched his brother. Loud bickering and taunting were the only things heard inside the living room, along with occasional grunting from Marcus and Luther as they fought.

Marcus kicked Luther right in the abdomen, causing him to fly onto Klaus who had just stood up. Each sibling picked their prey to fight. As you picked the most interesting one, Five. Diego taunted Christopher with names. Klaus faded away, getting away from all the chaos. Marcus and Luther throw and dodge punches as best as they could. The others going onto their agendas.

You sat on one of the bar stools, watching and waiting for Ben to finish his part with Five. The boy would sometimes get distracted as you watched him, getting a few cuts and bruises from not focusing, nothing he couldn't handle. Ben put him in a choke hold, before blinking away to the nearest pillars.

“Want me to cover for you, Ben?” Already standing up before being interrupted by Ben's irritated voice.

“Go help Jayme or something.” Rolling your eyes, but obeying nonetheless, already looking for Jayme.

Five's eyes watched your figure fade away, being distracted yet again causing him to take another blow from Ben. Your feet wandered off, planting them right next to Alphonso, leaning your body on one of the pillars as you waited for Vanya and Jayme to finish. Although you were a part of the unnatural and super-powered team, fighting wasn't your forte. They only ever used you if intelligence was needed, knowing that fighting wasn't your strong suit.

“Who says I'm blind, asshole.” Fei replied to Allison. Alphonso offered you the bag of popcorn, gesturing you to take some, and you happily obliged. He was also one of the people you had a close bond with. When both of you were children, he used you to experiment with his powers as you did the same to him.

Your eyes scanned the place, watching every Umbrella use their powers. You had already known and studied all of their powers thanks to Vanya's memories, but it was fun seeing them in action.

A wave of light emitted from Vanya. You feared her, and everyone should, too. She ended the world two times, what else was there to do? Sloane stepped in, using her abilities to make Vanya float and throwing her body to the wall that hung several paintings. You would lie and say that Sloane wasn't the most powerful one among all of you. Granted, there was Christopher who for some reason was a cube, but Sloane did things that would blow anyone's mind.

“Art snob, huh?” Sloane shouted from her place, making sure that Vanya heard her. Your eyes watched Diego following Christopher all the while throwing knives at him, failing miserably. You heard Klaus shout something that you couldn't quite make out due to the fact that Ben's tentacles were suffocating him.

Alphonso cheered Fei on while she was giving her all into fighting Allison. Diego passed by your side quickly, still running after Christopher who toyed with him. Just as Fei was about to strike Allison with her weapon of choice, she was stopped by Allison's manipulating words. “By the way, I heard a rumor you can't move.” Causing Fei to be stuck right where she was.

Alphonso handed over the bag of popcorn to you, taking Fei's defeat as a cue to step in and for you to step out. Your eyes scanned the place, looking for Jayme. Finally catching her frame, you jogged over to her, curious as to who was her next opponent.

A defeated sigh left your lips the moment you saw those uncovered knees. His gaze was right on yours as he helped Allison up. “Hey, short pants. What's up?” Jayme started, earning a scowl from Five, clearly uninterested in what she had to say.

Allison stood beside Five, before being ushered away. “Go help the others. I'll handle this one.” He referred to only Jayme, knowing that he had no intention of hurting you in any way. It still hurt him just by looking in your direction.

Five used his powers, blinking away behind Jayme to punch her, careful not to lay a finger on you. “More like their ringer.”

His eyes were on yours, distracted yet again, not noticing how Jayme spat on him with her venom. You leaned back on the wall, waiting for Jayme's powers to do their job and for yours to do its job.

“Hey, gross, all right?” His hand attempted to wipe away the venom, but before he could do so, his skin already absorbed the substance. Jayme simply smirked all the while raising her eyebrows in his direction, waiting for his reaction.

Not a moment later, his expression was confused. Seeing as this was your cue to jump in, you were taken aback by the scene in front of you. The vision included you by the top of the staircase. It took you a while to process everything. How Five knew your name, how Five saw you in his deepest desires, what Five uttered as he talked to you in his hallucination.

“I'm sorry, my love.” Tears already sliding down his face as he talked to the version he had of you. His body slowly inching toward you, feeling as if he was pulled in. “I didn't know, I'm sorry. I missed you, more than words can say.” He felt guilty and relieved all at once. Guilty that his hands were the same hands he used to pull the trigger on the gun, and relieved because even for a moment, he had a chance to see you.

You pulled away from his mind, being overwhelmed yet again. Once you pulled away from Five, Jayme was quick to catch you. Looking up, you saw him kissing the air, where you stood earlier in his vision. “Are they all perverts?” Jayme exclaimed. Seeing as you've had enough of the boy in school shorts, you left Jayme to deal with him alone.

Grace stood by the entryway of the living room, a plate of cookies in hand. It had been days since Jayme and Alphonso had passed away due to The Umbrella's ally. It nearly tore you to shreds, their death taking a toll on your mental health. Ben, Fei, and Christopher left you at the hotel along with The Umbrellas and Sloane, seeing as you weren't ready to stand up for a long time due to wailing your heart out.

As much as it surprised everyone, including The Umbrellas, you had formed a bond with them in the time you've been mourning your deceased siblings. They weren't as bad as your siblings told you in their stories, most especially Ben. They were surprisingly fun, chaotic, but fun.

For those days, you've made it your mission to avoid Five at all costs. Frankly speaking, Five had been on your tail, watching your every move at all times. It was the grief that drove him to do so, he had the urge to protect you from everything. It annoyed you how he would be next to you at every chance he could get. He annoyed you.

“Lovely to meet you,” Lila stated as she took a handful of cookies.

Diego gestured to Grace's nonexistent right eye, looking uneasy. “She stabbed herself in the eye.” Luther whisper-shouted right back to Diego to answer his confusion, Sloane standing right next to the bulky man as you sat on the large couch, next to the armrest.

“Welcome,” Fei started, one of her Ravens trailing right behind her along with Ben. “Please make yourselves at home.” She gestured to the different seats scattered all around the room as if this wasn't their home. It baffled you as to how Ben and Fei looked like Jayme and Alphonso's death didn't affect them one bit.

“Bitch, this is our home.” Allison commented. It was true, but you had yet to find the right moment to tell them the truth no matter how hard it was for you and your remaining siblings. However, you had also yet to know how Five knew your name or how Five saw you in the vision and why was he apologizing. Many questions are unanswered, and all it takes to know it all was to dive into his mind.

“Uh, excuse me?” Fei questioned Allison, and Allison only rolled her eyes as a reply.

“Jellybean?” Luther offered the bowl to everyone, attempting to ease the tension the two families had. Five watched you stand up from your seat, taking the bowl of jelly beans from Luther, then going back to where you were originally.

“Where the hell is Viktor and Klaus?” Diego asks no one in particular.

“With our luck, probably Kugelblitzed by now.” Five answers for him, sitting down on the armrest next to you. Normally, you would've pushed him off, but you were too tired to make a fuss, and so, you let him. Even resting your head softly on his arm, his heart rapidly beating at your actions.

“You're a dark little dude sometimes.” Five paid Diego no mind as he watched you eat your different colored jelly beans in peace.

“Ooh, what happened to your hand?” Fei asks, but before Diego could answer, he was interrupted by Ben.

Ben clapped his hands to get everyone's attention. “We don't have time for idle chitchat. Everyone, sit down.” Everyone obeying Ben's order.

The moments that passed by consisted of an unexpected fight between Allison and Viktor as the others watched with snacks in their hands and mouths, entertained by the heated argument. It was something serious that you didn't recall, something about their mothers? But either way, there was something strange that happened with Allison. Her powers worked on Viktor even without using the words 'I heard a rumor.'

The next hour or so passed by, and Sloane, Viktor, and Lila used their abilities to contain the Kugelblitz inside Christopher, which scarily enough, it worked. With Sloane's perfect calculations, it went smoothly, or as everyone had thought it did.

You watched everyone with a slight smile on your face as they danced, drank, and chit-chatted, a glass of champagne in your hand. The song Another One Bites the Dust plays loudly, yet even with Queen being one of your favorite bands, you couldn't get yourself to be fully happy despite saving the world successfully.

“Hey.” Five stood in front of you, taking you by surprise. The alcohol coursing through his veins gave him a sudden burst of energy and courage.

He sat down next to you on the couch, his eyes darting to your eyes and then down to your lips. “Five, I don't want to talk to anyone at the moment.” It was true, you had no energy at the moment to speak with anyone other than your mind.

“Can't I spend time with my spouse that isn't my spouse?” You simply rolled your eyes at him, leaving the living room and heading toward your room. His footsteps trailed closely, getting louder by the second as he followed you throughout the house.

Before you could slam the door on his face, he caught it just in time. He didn't know why he was pushy. He didn't even know why he followed you into your room. He understood that you weren't his Y/n, the one who he loved and the one who loved him back. He understood everything, perhaps it was the grief that was talking.

“Leave me alone!” You shout. Suddenly, a burst of energy filled the room, knocking some little things in the process, and resulting in accidentally jumping into Five's mind. You caught a glimpse of you and Five on your wedding day, the widest smile you've seen on Five. All memories of you and Five came at you all at once, making you stumble back, drowning in memories.

Five was caught by surprise, not catching you in time. “What the fuck?” He heard you mutter under your breath. He felt the burst of energy as well, it nearly knocked him over. With your distressed state, he assumed that you did accidentally get a glimpse of his memories.

“You weren't joking. Holy shit.” You were in denial even after he said your name, even after seeing yourself in his vision. It scared you to know that a completely different version of you existed in someone else's life.

From what you saw, Five had lived a comfortable and peaceful life with you. Apart from him killing people every time he had to. His memories were full of you, full of him being stressed as he thought of ways to solve the apocalypse, and a reoccurring memory of him pulling the trigger causing a bullet to go straight through your head.

“Did I? They? Gave you anything special?” Not knowing what version of yourself were you using. His eyes darted down to the wristwatch he had on. It was your wristwatch that he took right after you died.

“Here.” Five gave you the wristwatch. “Why do you need it?”

“I can bring their memories back, but it's risky.” Five helped you stand up, a hand on your forearm.

“Risky? How?” He asks.

“I could lose my current memories.”

You didn't exactly know what led you to helping him that night, but you were sure that it was one of the best decisions you've made. He was ecstatic the moment you came back to him. Although it was selfish, but he knew that even if you refused, he would've accepted you either way.

It took a long time before the others had adjusted to your new personality and new traits. Ben also stirred an argument with Five about how he took you away from them. It was amusing to all of them, most importantly to Five. He loved seeing his Y/n interact with his family, much like what he dreamt of.

Five didn't show it, but he was deeply affected when he had a wedding without his family members attending. He dreamt of the day that he'd remarry you, but this time, with his family by his side.

Sloane and Luther you and Five slowly swaying on the dance floor, with the soft instrumental in the background, your head rested on Five's chest as his head was rested on yours. Despite the very evident gossiping from Klaus, Ben, Lila, and Diego, the both of you paid no mind to them. Only caring about each other.

Five was a romantic, a sappy old man. Despite his background as an assassin, he loved corny and cheesy things that would either make your heart melt or make you gag. Yet he'd only do these things with you, no one else could.

“They really are an old couple.” Sloane comments, taking a bite out of her vanilla cake.

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#extremely slow burn #SUPER PROUD OF THIS #i hope everyone enjoys this #tua #hargreeves #the umbrella academy #x reader #five hargreeves #five #five hargreeves x reader #five tua #five hargreeves x y/n #five hargreeves x you #number five #five x reader #tua s3 five hargreeves x reader #i got a bit lazy toward the end smh #ANOTHER WEDDING SCENE OH JY GOD

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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yesterday's chapter was way too god damn tiny so you get a second update today!

word count: 2,052 rating: T, each chapter rated individually warnings: description of an anxiety attack, difficulty breathing, secular divination, please let me know if i should tag anything else!

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕹𝖎𝖓𝖊: 𝔒𝔩𝔡 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡

You are aware that you are dreaming.

You are also aware that this is not just a dream.

Your level of awareness hangs between "vague" and "nebulous". Dangles somewhere between the stars and your hands. It takes a moment to understand what is happening to you. Your mind is going through images faster than you can understand them. One second, a body writhing in pain. The next, a crackling fire. Then, only the sound of something clattering in what you somehow know is a dumpster. The slideshow of sights and sounds is dizzying. You feel the distinct need to sit down.

Mr Jane's voice comes to you unintelligibly. You do your best to ignore it; not now. There's something here for you to understand. You focus harder, attempt to slow the images, sort through them, filter through them for something that makes sense.

The image of a log cabin comes to you. No, not a log cabin. A comfortable home, an awful shade of yellow. A cliff, carved steps down to a beach. Yes, okay, you know this. This you can understand. You found the home. Mr Jane found it. Whatever; what next? What is the next (il)logical step here?

The sound of a grocery cart rolls through your mind. Heavy, laden with... cans? Bottles? Both, probably, don't know. A homeless person? The smell of damp earth, the sea, and vivid eyes. The colour keeps shifting, Mr Jane's voice insists you get up. Not yet, you're so close to—

Unbidden, a distorted voice, Don't forget to keep that covered.

don't respond don't respond don't respond wake up wake up wake up

Screw your eyes shut like it's a nightmare. Nothing but a bad dream. Your head hurts, your thigh throbs and your lungs burn for air. Stay still, let the rest of the paralysis (was sleep paralysis supposed to happen after someone faints?) drain from your limbs. Gasp and breathe in greedily. Mr Jane holds your head up and speaks. You don't register a thing that he says. From where you are, half-sprawled just inside the front door, you can see through to the back of the house, out the back door. Can see the drop of the cliff.

But, first. "It's the EMT, it's—you have to—Lisbon, you need to—"

"Woah, hey, calm down there! Try breathing for a bit, just relax." Mr Jane rubs circles on your back as you sit up. You sputter, cough, still try to breathe like you're drowning until you slowly come back down. Calm yourself. Listen to his voice and try to pay attention to nothing else.

Anxiety still grip you, though. You grab at an expensive sleeve and plead. "Please call her. Call Agent Lisbon. Whoever's—the yellow, everything, it's the EMT who patched me up. They have to look into that. Her. Look into her."

Mr Jane stares at you intently again. You can tell he's looking for something. Whatever it is, he doesn't find it before pulling out his (woefully outdated) phone. You don't keep track of the conversation. Instead, cross your legs on the floor, pull out your tarot deck, and get to work. There's something to be figured out here, and you can't manage to put it together to understand it.

You can see Jane eyeing your process from a few feet away. He carefully approaches you, lifts a foot to kick to the front door closed behind you.

Right. Yeah. If someone walked or drove by that would be awkward.

Shuffle the deck hurriedly and for possibly not nearly as long as you should. You take a deep breath, exhale as slowly as you can manage. Close your eyes. Several ideas cross your mind but, ultimately, you decide to spread the whole deck out onto the worn hardwood floor. Slap your hands on your knees. Focus, Skye. Focus. Swallow past the lump in your throat before reaching for the first card.

You feel like you know what it is before you flip it. The cadaver impaled by ten swords is a clear image for you to understand. That's what happened. Great, excellent. Next, the Tower. An uncomfortable feeling crawls up your back. This is clearly a representation of your life at the moment; upside down, completely toppled over, and not necessarily in a way you can handle.

The next two cards come as a surprise, mostly because you had only reached for one. Justice and the Chariot stare at you determinedly. Justice tells you to make a decision, whether to pursue what is True and Right or if you should turn away and pretend nothing happened. Return to your life. Let the CBI and the Forces That Be take care of the rest.

You already know that your choice has been made. The Chariot tells you that there is no going back from it. You can only go forward from here.

You hesitate in drawing the last card. Vaguely, you retain the notion that Mr Jane has snapped his phone shut. He stands quietly off to your right but says nothing.

You frown. Drum your fingers against the wood floor. Reach your left hand out, but let it fall back down. Nothing calls to you. Nothing demands your attention. There should be one more card. There needs to be. How do you resolve this? What are you supposed to do? Swipe angrily at the cards in front you, startle Mr Jane in the process. You huff, look to your left to where the cards have scattered.

The Hanged Man stares at you with glossy eyes.

Gotye's voice laments his past relationship in your ears and you sigh. Determination dictates that this is a Perfectly Logical Course of Action. Rationality... has, in all likelihood, left you a few miles ago. Mr Jane has never looked more displeased. Your cards are neatly stacked in front of you. You still sit on the worn hardwood floor. Arms crossed, fingers drumming against your arm.

The silence has stretched on for too long. You initially turned to music to calm yourself down. Now... you pull the earbuds out as the last chorus ends and stand. Shove your cards back in your bag and sling it over your shoulder.

"How likely is it that she's watching me?"

Jane's frown does not lessen. He gives you The Look again. You huff and walk to the sliding back door. Fine. Okay, whatever. You grab whatever courage you have left in both hands and brusquely shove the door open.

Or, you would have. An arm looms above you and keeps you from moving the glass door. Ignore the warmth at your back. Can already feel the muscles in your neck tense with apprehension. If you don't get out soon, you'll completely lose your resolve.

"Kindly remove your appendage from the sliding door, please," you ask through grit teeth. You don't look over your shoulder, stare instead at your feet. Looking at the edge of the cliff will do you no good now.

"This is reckless, Skye." Your spine feels electrified. It's stupid, reacting that way—you're not quite sure what that way is—to someone saying your name. Tense your arms, try and push against the resistance on the door.

"I've taken a bullet for a dog and followed a complete stranger—" Try not to feel victorious at the sharp exhale. "—practically across the state, and this is reckless?" You'd laugh if your lungs could expand enough. Breathing is becoming harder. You've lost your nerve and you know this is stupid. All of this is completely stupid, but whatever other choice do you have? No way back. Throw yourself into the fray.

The door opens far to quickly for you to keep your balance. You topple through the threshold, but Jane remains inside the house. When you regain your footing and look back, he looks... furious. The calm kind of furious that makes children run for cover. Not quite what you were aiming for, but this'll do.

You've absolutely lost your nerve. But, well. There's no going back now. The Hanged Man's blank stare comes to the forefront of your mind. Shake away the image; not now.

You take a deep breath, turn on your heels, and head for the steps you know are carved into the cliffside.

That, at least, you know is real.

The phone rings three times before Lisbon picks up.

"What now, Jane?"

"She's going to use herself as bait," Jane blurts out, running a hand through his hair.

The agent stays quiet at the other end. He can practically hear the dawning sense of realization crawl over her.

"Wait... wait. Skye? She's using herself—wait. Jane, where the hell are you?" She knows. Well, this makes it easier.

"I drove her out to Slaughterhouse Gulch, Lis. I though—doesn't matter. You need to get over here. Bring, I don't know, Cho? Rigsby? Both. Bring both." He paces nervously at the back door, staring out at the cliffside until Skye's hair has disappeared under the edge. "Please, don't ask, just get here as soon as you can."

Lisbon's upset rebuttal is cut off when he snaps his phone shut. A minute head start should probably be enough. Right? Not too much? Probably enough.

Jane doesn't take his time following to the cliff's edge.

"Stay calm, breathe, focus. Stay calm, breathe, focus."

You chant to yourself repeatedly with every step. The makeshift stairwell is steeper than anticipated. Thank your stars that it isn't raining. Probably would've slipped and cracked your skull open the very first step you took. The wind pulls at your hair. You can taste the salt in the air. You pause several times during your descent. You don't know what, exactly, you'll find once you're at the bottom.

Part of you hopes for nothing.

Part of you knows it'll be something.

It takes a solid minute to make it back to relatively firm, flat ground. It isn't just sand, not this far out. But there's not much grass, either. You stare anxiously at the ocean on the horizon. Never liked vast open spaces. The sight that greets you when you turn around does not ease the knot in your gut.

Recessed into the cliff's side, neatly nestled between bushes, is a small wooden door made out of driftwood. Doesn't have a handle, its hinges are mostly twine. It looks older than you thought. But it inspires nausea all the same.

You stay rooted in place for a while. Fight or flight hasn't kicked in quite yet. You rely on that. You must still be somewhat safe. White-knuckle your bag's strap. Being to wonder if it really is too late to turn back. Breathe in as deeply as you can, and take one step forward. Nearly jump out of your skin when gravel crumbles down the step. You are, in fact, too shocked to see Patrick Jane doing his best impression of a ninja to feel much of anything. Your heart beats violently against your chest. Not sure if the sound you hear is your thrumming blood or the ocean waves.

You don’t look at Mr Jane for more than a second. Turn tour attention back to the “door”, take a step closer. The more you look at it, the older it seems to be. Wood’s been bleached over the years. There’s a groove in the wood right where someone slipped their hand to pull it open. There’s traces of it haven’t being painted at some point in time, but only chips are left here and there. Green, blue, red, turquoise...

You reach out to touch it.

Feels like a cool breeze comes from behind the door. Barely ruffles your hair. You hear Mr Jane call out from somewhere to your right. The breeze feels like it gets stronger. Steals the air from your lungs as the door swings open toward you. And just like that, it's like everything around you is yellow.

Yellow parka, yellow bandana, yellow grass, yellow sun, yellow sand, yellow hair. It's overwhelming. It smells like salt and a smell you can only identify as "yellow".

Bright green eyes stare at you over a fraying yellow bandana. Blonde hair whips around, and you're violently pulled back. Your hand is still outstretched. Before you're out of reach, the stranger brushes just a finger against yours.

𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

@fucklife-or-me yearningforsappho

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3gremlins · 10 months

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my partner has been making me watch this "romance"* anime that's sort of cute but also extremely frustrating. He thought i'd like it b/c i love "enemies to lovers" tropes (especially the ones where they're constantly snarking at each other and the tension is PALPABLE) but this is the worst version of that.

It's very clear the otp are not really enemies, but are too proud to ask each other out b/c they're afraid to "lose" some fake binary "war of the sexes" so every episode they both just lose and i end up screaming at the screen "MAYBE IF YOU ACTUALLY TALKED!!" a lot.

there's bits that are cute that keep me watching b/c there's a third, silly character who keeps haplessly getting in the way of their stupid games and the whole show would be better if silly character dated the female lead instead (tbf i think most shows would be better if they were queer- the female lead *is* obsessed with silly character's body tho, it's not that far of a leap to ship it really) [*tbc, i like romance animes in general i just put it in quotes b/c this is not an enjoyable romance anime to me at all- i generally dislike "will they/won't they" plotlines esp when it pulls it out for SEASONS. like you're allowed "burning passionate we think we hate each other but really it's the opposite, will they ever get over themselves and be happy" for one season MAX before i start to get annoyed. Stretching it out till the end of series means nobody gets to enjoy this relationship]

#text post #vent #anime #extremely slow burn #too slow got bored #kaguya sama: love is war #love can be war but only if it's fast and hot nobody wants a slow drawn out war #q #kaguya sama spoilers #he already spoiled the general ending i think he knows i absolutely would've given up already without knowing it lol

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bryndeavour · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Quarry (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Travis Hackett & Laura Kearney, Travis Hackett/Laura Kearney Characters: Laura Kearney, Max Brinly, Travis Hackett, Ryan Erzahler Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Road Trips, Personal Journey, Slow Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Facing Trauma in the Least Delicate Way POssible, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Gore, unwilling compatriots to friends? to lovers? Summary: She had changed from the days of thinking that escaping their captor and getting back to their carefully planned future was all that mattered. Laura now knew that there were bigger and darker things in the world and that sometimes you did really fucked up stuff to save the people you loved.

#the quarry #travis hackett #laura kearney #my writing #probably gonna be a slow update like everything #extremely slow burn #if you dont want laura's inner thoughts #dont bother lol #tags will be updated as fic progresses

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aftanith · 2 years

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Delphini Lestrange has survived her first year at Hogwarts.

It wasn't quite what she expected. No one warned her about the potential for three-headed dogs, detentions in the forest, manipulative mentors, and the actual Dark Lord.

Hogwarts, unexpectedly, has become a battleground.

As Delphi's second year begins, she's forced to realize that the battle isn't over. There's blood on the walls of Hogwarts, sinister whispers that only she and Harry can hear, and an innocuous little diary casting light on secrets that she'll wish had never been revealed.

And even as terror stalks the corridors, turning students into stone, the Dark Lord is still out there somewhere, eager to regain his physical form and put an end to Harry Potter once and for all.

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missiemoosie · 2 years

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Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom - A. C. Crispin, Pirates of the Caribbean: Jack Sparrow - Rob Kidd Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Sparrow/Original Female Character(s), Elizabeth Swann/Will Turner Characters: Jack Sparrow, Edward Teague, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Hector Barbossa, James Norrington, Arabella Smith, Fitzwilliam P. Dalton III, Calypso | Tia Dalma, Jean Magliore, Tumen, Bootstrap Bill Turner, Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean), Weatherby Swann, Elizabeth Swann, Heathen Gods, Crew of the Black Pearl Additional Tags: Major Original Character(s), Historical Fantasy, POV First Person, Pagan Gods, Humor, Action, Adventure, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Polyamory, Female/Female/Male polycule, friendships, Developing Friendships, Golden Age of Piracy, Trust Issues, Mostly Canon Compliant, Magic, Crossdressing, Genderfluid Character, Drunken Shenanigans, Why is the Rum Gone? Summary:

When I was nineteen, pirates attacked the ship I was working on. They gave us a choice: Join their crew or be sent adrift with those that didn’t. After picking the former, I soon found myself in Shipwreck City and in search of a new captain to follow. Instead, I found sixteen-year-old Jack Sparrow who, even back then, was followed by trouble everywhere he went.

#pirates of the caribbean #captain jack sparrow #young jack sparrow #disney #potc #my ocs emil drystan #sirens #mermaids #fanfiction #potc fanfiction #extremely slow burn

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kujakumai · 2 months

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We tend to think of "lack of self-esteem" as a character flaw that is sort of...self-victimizing, in the sense that not believing in yourself or your own agency hurts you, and is sort of annoying, but doesn't meaningfully affect other people. I think Yugi and his relationship with Atem is a very interesting counterexample we don't see in fiction all that often. Yugi's fear of being himself fuels his belief that he can simply avoid his own weaknesses and skip self-actualization by letting Atem be the Other, Better, Cooler Yugi. But being forced into this role only exacerbates Atem's suffocation and alienation, and prolongs and enables Atem's refusal to acknowledge his own distinct personhood, something he desperately needs.

Atem is using Yugi's body and identity to fill in what he lacks; Yugi is also rather unambiguously using Atem for the same purpose. Their exchange is mutual, and though it harms them both, Atem's discomfort with this situation is palpable, even through his boundless affection for Yugi himself.

#Yugi by contrast appears extremely comfortable with it #because the whole point of this arrangement is that he never has to leave his comfort zone #which while a harm to him is one that's rather more subtle and slow-burning

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deadn30n · 4 months

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TEMP HIATUS NOTICE

DEC 18th - JAN 3rd I will be on vacation. I'm flying out to meet my boyfriend today for the first time and to spend the holidays with his family! As such, there will probably be little to no writing done during the period of time I'll be gone. I might hop on now and then to answer something, but I expect because his family is eager to meet me, I'm going to be bun-napped lmao. this also means i'll probably be pretty radio silent on discord too sdflkjghd

my queue will be running in my absence, 2 posts per day. this is everything up until last night, so if I somehow missed our thread and you don't see it post, just lmk i'm sorry AAAA

also i stole this idea from @vulpesse but i made a tree you can leave cute messages for me on in my absence if you like!

happy holidays everyone! i'll try to pop in and check on everyone now and then ♡ until then, see you next year :>

#« ooc tag. »#HIATUS NOTICE #i'll rb this a couple times just so everyone sees it but yeah!#i'm heading out in about a half hour to go to the airport and i'm extremely nervous #but incredibly excited #we've known each other for four years ( and apparently liked each other for about that long too lmfao )#but only recently started dating mid october #that irl slow burn romance amirite....#LDKSAJGHD #AAAAAA MAN i can't wait to be back in NYC i've missed it #i miss living on long island

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hylianane · 8 months

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I really didnt love OPLA’s Marine storyline and the particular way it wanted me to sympathize with marines like Garp. With this in mind though. God I hope Live Action Tashigi gets her own expanded depth for the love of god I wanna know. I wanna feel her connection to the blades she wants to save and see her connection to Zoro from her eyes, I wanna see her and Smoker get a taste of rebellion as they lie to Garp’s face about the whereabouts of the pirate crew who saved Alabasta.

#me and my extreme delusion that Smoker and Tashigi’s storyline is just a very slow burn build up to the day they finally quit the Marines #they have to differentiate themselves from “Good Cops” Koby and Garp somehow! Quit! Your! Jobs!#Sometimes the best way to help people is to quit listening to the institution that claims to always know which people deserve help #captain smoker #captain tashigi #opla #one piece #one piece live action #vice admiral smoker #my post

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