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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Hi! I have an idea for a fic about Larissa/psychic reader(she's a teacher) ! I hope you'll like it!☺

R has visions, they're not all meant to happen and she knows that, the thing is, she doesn't know how to control it and when she touch people or people touch her, she doesn't only have visions, she share them too and she doesn't know how to stop that from happenning. So she wears gloves so there's no skin contact with people. These days, she seems to have very explicit visions about a specific person, her boss (of all people). And even if she's very aware that her visions aren't always true, she can't stop thinking about it. Somehow one day, she took off her gloves for whatever reason she had and forgot to put them back on and her hand brushed Larissa's and they both fell in a very specific vision (you could describe the vision if you want😁). Larissa's cheeks were flushed, she's was chocked by what she just saw and she asked R to explain what happenned.....and they end up having sex, you can be creative and add every kinks you want! Please?☺

I hope you wanna write it!

-shy anon🦋

What’s foretold 18+

*Authors note~ oooo I love this idea for reader to be psychic so im so excited to write this. I’m sorry for only one fic tonight my faints have been playing me up*

Trigger warnings~ Dom l Sub L mommy kink oral strap on thigh riding praise degrading humiliation breeding kink semi public sex sharing submissive r (mentioned) corruption kink

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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You always made sure to adorn your gloves, they were made of the softest silk and you had s variety of colours to fit with your outfits, but the burgundy pair are your favourites. Psychics weren't a rare kind of outcasts but the type of psychic you are was most definitely rather unheard of. Because of the gloves, most people assumed you had elemental powers or something similar. The truth was touch, giving or receiving, would result in violently graphic visions. Not only that but whoever touched you was also subjected to what you saw. Visions aren't said to be reliable all the time, sometimes you saw the most horrific things and sometimes you saw some amazing things. There was no middle ground here for you.

Having your ability basically control your life was hard. You couldn't touch anyone really without showing them what you saw and that you couldn't control what you saw was upsetting. For those reasons you were rather isolated and extremely uncomfortable around others, always making sure no skin was showing to prevent the sharing.

Recently, you were being plagued with rather explicit visions of your boss. Highly inappropriate, you knew that but were absolutely powerless to stop them. They'd been happening for the past two weeks, lots of different visions but none the less hotter than the previous one. Recently, the vision you had was repeating over and over again was causing some issues for you. Being around the woman in question became too difficult for you, you would end up blushing and unable to keep eye contact with her even going as far as to stumble over your words.

Because of that reason you spent a lot of time in your classroom, alone and safe to let your skin breathe a little. You had some earphones in doing some marking which is how you missed her arrival. The beats distracting you from the world around you until you felt it. Your body violently thrown backward into a vision. Scanning the room to find the human who touched you, you were mortified to realise it was the headmistress. Her eyes transfixed onto the sight in front of you.

Larissa Weems hated meetings with the board, they were old and stuffy and often had outdated views. This meeting was rather interesting because before it started you and the headmistress had engaged in a extremely hot make out session where you began to rut against her toned thigh, until they knocked. Slight panic filled the blonde before she urged you under the desk and began the meeting. For the first few minutes you sat in shock, but hearing how stressed the older woman was, you felt compelled to help her out. And that's how she found herself trying to focus on those stuffy people while you licked, kissed and sucked over her long luscious legs and her clothed core. A subtle roll of the older woman's hips spurred you on to slide her underwear to the side and lick at her soaked folds.

You were forced out of the vision, jumping away as if the contact had burnt your skin and hurriedly shove your gloves on your hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" you whimpered over and over sounding like an afraid child. Larissa just seemed to be dazed, processing what she'd accidentally seen. You were spiralling, words flying from your mouth before you even had the chance to process what you were saying.

Larissa noticed how you were afraid of her reaction so she decided to take the risk, approaching you and slamming your lips together in a kiss. The kiss seemed to restart your failing brain as you pulled away gasping for air, "o god you kissed me? Did you want to oh-" you were shut up with another kiss. "Shush love, I don't mind what I saw, in fact it was nice to see it rather than just imagine it" she mumbled against your lips. "I uh um" you stuttered trying to process the woman's words but settled for another passionate kiss.

You relocated eagerly to Larissa's office as she wanted to discuss what she saw with you. But as things do, one thing led to the other and you now found yourself lip locked with your boss on her sofa. You straddling her thigh as she guided your hips into slow and steady movements of rutting against her. Your sex pulsing with the pleasure the movements caused. "Ris? " you panted resting your forehead to hers, "I uh im I never uh" you mumbled blushing embarrassed, almost as if you handing been dragging your clothed drenched cunt over her smooth milky white thighs.

"Oh pretty girl, mommys gonna take such good care of you, the visions showed you hmm?" She teased stroking your thigh and you couldn't help but flush bright red, remembering one vision that had Larissa and a fiery redhead sharing you around as if you were nothing but a common whore, a mindless fuck toy for them to absolutely use and abuse all your holes. They worked in tandem until you were fucked dumb. "Mhm they did please" you whimpered, "want you to take me" was all the blonde needed to hear, for her to scoop you into her arms and your legs wrapped around her waist.

Truly you don't remember how or when but as soon as your back hit the bed, it was nothing but skin hitting the crisp sheets. Larissa stripped herself down to her underwear in a hope to make you feel less insecure, which completely worked because you were absolutely transfixed by the goddess in front of you. Larissa adored taking her time, exploring every inch of the virgin skin, what made you whine and whimper and what made you gasp. How if she sucked on your rosey pert bud your mouth would fall open ever so slightly and your hips buck upwards for her.

But truly something that she couldn't get enough of us your gasp as her tongue found your untouched folds. "Oh oh mommy" you whimpered enjoying the new yet strange but pleasant feeling of her tongue working on your slick folds. Because it was your first time, Larissa was extra careful but she can't deny when you came with an unexpected cry for her she couldn't help the need that doubled within her. "Oh fuck god was that" you tried and the blonde chucked. "You had an orgasm love." "More?" You mumbled with a satisfied yet lustful needy gaze. "Mommy can get her strap love? But it might hurt a little." You considered it for a thorough three seconds before pleading with her for that.

You couldn't take your eyes off the tall woman as she strapped the faux dick to her hips. "Mommy? Can't you just?" You trailed off not wanting to upset the shape shifter but curiosity was definitely killing you. "Oh sweetheart, I can and I will one day but I'm much bigger and thicker than my friend here", the smirk on her gorgeous lips said it all really. "Oh fuck me" you groaned and let your head meet the pillows. "Don't have to tell me twice" was the witty response you got before she approached your tired body once more.

You'd heard the horror stories of the first time, and truly it did hurt a tiny bit but if you could stick it out the pain would soon morph into something more enjoyable for you. Larissa made sure to comfort you as she slipped into your velvety walls. "Oh sweetheart I know, I know it hurts love, your doing so so well for me. Taking me so good. Almost all in love" she murmured pressing kisses to your neck or cheeks.

"Mommy" you whined, feeling her slip a hand to your aching clit, "please please" you whimpered. "Okay love, okay. We got to take things slowly otherwise you'll hurt sweetheart." The first few thrusts of her hips were slightly strange but you soon felt the pleasure become completely overwhelming for you. "Mommy! More more please" you mewled happily, causing the woman to pick her pace up and latching herself onto your pulse point. The feeling of your heart beating between her lips was truly something else. The moment her teeth scraped your pulse point you couldn't help but begin to beg and plead with her to make you cum for her.

Larissa moved your leg over her shoulder allowing her a deeper angle which was what threw you off the cliff into pools of blissful pleasure. "Mommy fuck no more please no more" you mumbled as you came back down from your high. "Okay sweetheart, kiss me?" The request has you doing a double take but happily obliging. Larissa used that opportunity to nibble on your lip, which caused you to moan happily and allowed her to slip from your drenched centre and distract you from any possible soreness there.

You were out of it, your first time being so magical and wonderful and truly but the visions you'd had to absolute shame. Larissa Weems is certainly one of a kind. You could tell that by how carful she was by cleaning the mess off your thighs. Even daring to get a cheeky extra taste before coming to hold you. "Are you okay sweetheart?" At first the mumbled reply was hard to hear so you repeated yourself, "mm so good better than visions so better" which caused the blonde to laugh and hold you close. "Okay sweetheart, you're exhausted. Get some rest."

Word count~ 1852

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gswgain · 2 years

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hello everyone!! i’m super excited to be here as a personal enjoyer of cosmic horror and the supernatural :-) i’ll be writing for lee gain, local miserable accountant and the living half of a pair of twins lmao ...... unfortunately i’ll be a lil spotty in the coming days bc i have the worst timing ever lol (in the middle of a move welp), but! if u’d like to plot, please leave a like and i’ll drop by ur dms! also available on disk hoard @ iffy miffy#3901 if u would like to plot there instead!

basic rundown + extras + plots under the cut! (CW: mentioned parents & sibling death)

lee gain, 33, local from what was previously the northern village in the nari village (ok she was there for like. barely 24 hrs), now an accountant in dangam-eup spending her days in the smoking area (see: rooftop) of her workplace

bio/bg tl;dr: born the day before the singing stone appeared which killed her parents, grew up with her identical twin sister (gaeun) and grandmother, gain turned out as the more subdued twin vs gaeun the 'troublemaker’ and was even the vp of their student council during high school, during senior yr gaeun dies under uncertain circumstances which gain may or may have not been involved in

and since senior yr, gain’s been plagued with nightmares and visions of gaeun, accumulating to a lil identity crisis moment when she finds that she has a new mole on her face in the exact spot where gaeun's trademark one was :-)

gave her the death reversed card so there’s gna be some personal change and transformation going on, but is it just metaphorical/emotional??? lol guess we’ll see!

so now she’s 33 and living in an apartment with zero mirrors which. well....... isn’t great but also explains why she looks like she wears the same outfit almost every other day. bc she does

works in an accounting firm so if u need help w business finances and ur taxes then theres that! but her customer service-sona is god awful (as in she doesnt have one) so tread carefully

personality-wise, she’s erm... not exactly the most approachable w those sketchy vibes and all.... if there’s a smoking area at some resto/cafe/bar then u’ll probably find her there / the gym she goes to at like 2am bc she’s deadset on not sleeping most of the time / aimlessly walking around the island

i’d imagine she was just classically?? introverted when she was younger but post-gaeun has both hardened n fractured her shell so now she’s more deadpan + distrusting + rude (some would say a little bit like how gaeun was..... hm......)

re: the supernatural stuff, she isn’t a skeptic but it’s more of a case where she doesn’t want to believe bc then she has to entertain the idea of her dead sister trying to claim her body as an actual thing so.... take that as u will

but now theres that big squid ... welp!

now onto some v poorly thought out plots (i’m much better w brainstorming so pls let’s do that if none of these work)

this is just wishful thinking but someone who knew her from high school as the mild-mannered vp and witnessed/came back to this almost completely diff person that strangely reminds them of someone else

someone who has a familial connection to the northern village that might’ve heard abt the twins who were born right before the singing stone destroyed everything

fellow neighbour in an unnamed apt complex in dangam-eup who might think of her as a shady character not to be trusted bc she rlly does dress and act the part....

maybe u rlly do need help with ur taxes and therefore hire her services but much to ur surprise she actually gets the job done even though she looks like she’s this close to throwing something at u every time u ask a question

ok im stumped but ty for making it this far and i look forward to plotting/writing with u <3

#gsw:intro

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shrekisshrimpthesimp · 2 years

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A Thousand Years

Erwin X FReader

Word Count: 3,003

Warning: None really, angst maybe, but happy ending (This is my first fanfic ever so please bear with me im a noob haha)

PS. I was listening to A Thousand Years Part 2 and was inspired to write this hahaha

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'No, please, you can't, please no..'

A pair of cerulean eyes looking at you like you are the most precious thing he cannot lose. Yet they're full of pain and regret because at this very moment he is losing you.

'Don't die on me Y/N, I cannot lose you, no. Please Y/N. Look at me, please.'

The sound of his desperation is breaking your heart. Your heart clenches, it feels heavy, you do not like hurting him. But you can feel it, your pulse is getting weaker, life is slowly leaving you. With all that you have left you slowly raised your hand and caressed his tear stained cheeks. As you gently caressed him, you called his name.

'Er... Erwin..', you muttered softly.

'Hush, Y/N', he gently put his hands over yours, the one that so lovingly caressed his cheeks. 'Save your breath Y/N. I'm not gonna let you die on me. Not you, Y/N. Not you, I can't lose you'. His voice was breaking. The pain he was feeling was unbearable. He cannot lose the person that made this cruel world so beautiful. He cannot lose the person he loves the most.

'We won Y/N... We won the war. It's all over now... We.. We can now live the lives we've always dreamed of... You-..' he sobbed. 'You and me in our beautiful house on that hill.. where we can see the most breathtaking sunset.. and... and our little children running around so happily and.. an-'

'Erwin...' you gently caressed his lips. 'I love you, Erwin.' Your voice was getting weaker.

The pain in his eyes grows more evident by the second. 'I love you too Y/N. I love you so much. Please... please stay with me. I can't.. i can't...'

'Erwin, I-.... I'm sorry.' You whispered.

'No, Y/N, No. You promised me Y/N. You promised me. Do you remember that night Y/N? You promised me Y/N. Please, please don't leave me.' He was sobbing uncontrollably now.

'I..I remember everything, my love. I will never forget.' You lovingly stared at his teary eyes as you coughed blood. It pains you to see him like this. It shatters your heart to see him hurt. You don't want to do this. But this is a cruel world you live in.

'I will come to you Erwin. In another life, in a gentler world, I will come to you, I will find you and love you with all my heart again. I..' You can hardly say any word by now. 'I promise you.'

'No, Y/N. You are not going anywhere. You will stay here with me. There's no need for another promise. You will stay here with me and fulfill the promise we made that night. You can't do this to me Y/N.'

Tears ran down your eyes as your vision slowly turns to black. You have no more strength left. Your voice has left you. You can only smile weakly. You have to. You must let him know the happiness he has given you. In the cruelty of this world, he was the light in the dark. But now you're leaving him. It pains you that it has come to this. You never wanted to leave. You wanted to stay and be with him. As you promised. But life is cruel. You tried to open your eyes, gathering all the strength to look at him one last time. To him, the most beautiful thing in this world.

And with that, you slowly closed your eyes.

'Y/N no. No,no,no you can't do this to me. Don't do this Y/N. I love you please. Please come back to me...'

Those were the last words you heard after everything fades into nothingness.

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The alarm on your bedside started ringing and you jumped out of the bed. All sweaty and as you touched your face you realized you were crying. Your heart feels so heavy. You can't help but cry again. You don't understand why. But it's that dream again. The dream that has been plaguing you for years. You can't remember when it started, you just felt like, it was a memory that has always been with you. But it makes no sense. Then your phone rang. It was Hange, your editor. And you hurriedly picked it up.

'Hey, Y/N. How's that book coming? Any updates?'. She enthusiastically said from the other side of the phone.

Oh my God. You thought. Because you literally forgot about the book. Your editor gave you a week to come up with a plot. But you weren't able to. It's just that lately, that dream has been bothering you so much that you can't think about anything else. And oh, you thought again. You do have an idea for a book.

'Ah yes, hey Hange. I just woke up, I'm sorry haha. Anyway, yes I've got an idea for the book. It's abou--'.

'Ah-ah-ah', Hange interrupted you. 'Na-uh miss ma'am. You aren't going to tell me about your next big thing over the phone. We'll meet today at lunch time. I'll see you in Café Maria. Goodbye you, and go get yourself something to eat.' Then she hang up. You can only smile at what she said. Next big thing hmm, you thought. You just got lucky at that one book you wrote a year ago. It was highly acclaimed and it got you to where you are now, at the peak of your career as a writer. I just got lucky, was what you always thought. But you were also happy that people loved your work. You felt valid. And seen. But you've always felt like there was something missing. Maybe that's why, at times, you felt like you were ungrateful. Because there's just this hole, this void, that no amount of recognition or money can ever fill. Then the thought of those cerulean eyes that belonged to a man named Erwin came to your mind again. You placed your hand to your chest because for some reason, the memory of that dream always shatters your heart.

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The streets of your town are always bustling and hustling as you walk your way to the cafe where you will meet your editor. As you opened the wooden entrance of the cafe, you saw Hange smiling so brightly while waving at you. You then proceeded to sit at the table where she was at.

'So, what's the next big thing all about, miss big shot?'. Hange said giddily.

'Well, umm...', Her bright brown eyes looking enthusiastically curious at you. 'I think, um this one's pretty cliché. I don't know. I'm not sure Hange. I think I've lost my touch.', You said while looking down at the table.

'Hey, hey, hey you!' Hange shouted while snapping her fingers in front of your face. 'You know what Y/N, you may think I am pressuring you, which I kinda am but not really', she laughed. 'Y/N, you do you Y/N. Just write what you feel like writing Y/N. That's the reason why they loved your first book, no? You just wrote it because you wanted to write it. So, this time, write what you want to write Y/N. There's no pressure.' She smiled with reassurance, then took it back. 'Just the deadline though.' And she bursts into laughter. 'So, tell me, what's it all about?'.

The truth is you really have no idea at what you're about to do. This whole plot that you were thinking was merely based on a dream. A dream that you don't even understand in the first place. But, you do you, you remembered Hange's words. And all those doubts subsided for a moment.

'Well, its the basic romantic cliche thingy you know. It's about two star-crossed lovers. It's about two people who found love in a cruel world. It's about two people who-'. You don't know why but tears started falling from your eyes. 'Wa-... Wait.. what is this? Tears? Oh my god why am I crying?'.

'Y/N, wha-.. what happened? Are you okay? Is everything good? Are you alright? Here, Y/N a tissue.' Hange said while handing you the box of tissue.

'Oh, God, I don't know, I'm sorry. I don't know what came to me.' You tried to explain poorly.

'That story must really be something huh, to even move the writer to tears. Well, I am really looking forward to it Y/N'. Hange smiled as she patted your shoulders.

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Lying on your bed, you remembered how you embarrassed yourself earlier at the café. What the hell were those tears about? What has gotten into me? Do I need therapy or something? Should I start writing the book now or should I rather book an appointment with a therapist? All these thoughts came rushing into your head.

'Who are you Erwin?' You mumbled. And as you sighed heavily you got your laptop so you could start working. You slapped your cheeks and told yourself that you have to pull yourself together because there was no use glooming over a dream you couldn't understand. And if that dream is going to plague you in your lifetime, then you might as well capitalize from it and use it as a premise to the plot of your new book.

'Ok, I got this. And now, let's start'. You said to yourself filled with motivation.

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After eight months of grinding the juices out of your brain, your next book is about to be published the next day. This is not your first time but for some reason, you are feeling so nervous.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Inhale. Exhale.

You were sweating like crazy and your heart was pounding like a drum. I need to calm down, you thought as you inhaled and exhaled again. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and when you took it out, it was none other than your favorite editor, Hange.

'Wassup big shot? How are you preparing for the big day tomorrow? How'd you like a pizza? I could have it delivered to your place. I know how you love it so much.' You can hear how Hange was smiling.

'No, Hange, it's fine. I'm fine. Oh my God no I'm not. I really appreciate the thought but I can hardly eat anything right now. I'm so nervous, I'm losing my shit.' You told her as you were nibbling on your fingernails.

'Woah there. Um, I don't know if telling you to calm down will actually calm you down. But calm down, Y/N. Everything will be fine, ok? How about you go to the bath right now and um, light some candles, the one with the scents that will help you calm your shit ok? And then take your time. Listen to some good music, I will send you a playlist of songs that I listen to when I'm nervous as hell. You're gonna love it, it's full of Enya. And then um, use some bubble bath, so you can have fun. And, uh -', Hange was speaking so fast it made you laugh.

'It's alright Hange. I got it. Thank you so much. That'll help. Thank you. Really. For everything.' You gratefully told her.

'Aw, c'mon let's not get emotional now Y/N. You have a big day tomorrow. You should relax ok?'.

'Yep, I will.'

'Ok, I'm gonna hang up now, I'll send you the playlist in a moment.'

'Got it. Thank you, Hange.'

After receiving the notification that Hange sent you the link for the playlist, you went to the bathroom to do as she said. It's amazing how she knows what's good for you even if you haven't really known her for a long time. For some reason, it feels like Hange has known you all your life.

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The day has finally come. Today is the day your second book gets published. You were nervous, still, but excited nonetheless. Then there it was again. The memory of the dream. Cerulean eyes staring lovingly at you. Your heart was pounding like crazy. It was beating so fast. But this time, you don't feel like crying. This time, you were feeling eager. It feels like you are looking forward to something. I am looking forward to something today because today is the day my book gets published of course, you thought. You had to assure yourself that this stranger's eyes were not the reason you are feeling excited. Because if it was, then you should really get some help. You laughed at your own suggestion.

The venue of the place where your book gets published is the same old bookshop where you also held the publication event of your first book. This was the place where your love for books and writing was born. As a child, you always found yourself running away from home into this bookshop. This place was your escape, it was your solace. It was the place that took you to many places and took you to where you are now. Standing in front of many people, eager to hear the premise of your new masterpiece. Public speaking has always got you tongue-tied. But this time, you were excited. Then you saw it. A pair of cerulean eyes. The very same eyes you saw in your dreams. He was there. Sitting amongst the crowd. Am I dreaming? This can't be real right? He was looking at you and you can't help but stare back at him. You haven't noticed but you've gone silent for a while now.

'Eh, ehem.' Hange cleared his throat. 'Uh,Y/N', she whispered loudly.

Then you were snapped back to reality. You looked down at your speech and when you looked up again, he wasn't there anymore. God, I must really be dreaming. I was just imagining too much, you kept thinking to yourself. And now that you were sure that that moment was just a figment of your imagination, you took a deep breath, calmed yourself down and started your speech.

The audience were listening to you very keenly. All their attention was on you and you can't help but feel grateful to these people. Writing that book wasn't just something you did to earn money, well, it was, in a way. But that book was a piece of your heart. And you can't help but feel happy that these people appreciate a part of you, appreciate you. You couldn't be happier.

'I will come to you. In another life, in a gentler world, I will come to you, I will find you and love you with all my heart again. I promise you.'

You read that line from the book to show the audience a glimpse of the tragic fate of the two star-crossed lovers in your book. That line both earned a sob and a clap from your audience. Your speech then ended with a standing ovation from your crowd. And that got you teary eyed, you just felt so grateful to these people.

'Thank you, thank you everyone. Thank you so much.' You smiled tearily as you exited from the stage.

'Y/N!' Hange shouted as she came running to you to give you a warm big hug. 'That was a success Y/N, congrats! I'm so happy and proud of you.' Hange said as she hugged you tighter.

'Thank you for believing in me, Hange.' You responded while reciprocating her hug.

'That's it! That calls for a celebration! My treat.' Hange excitedly told you and the team behind your success.

'Go ahead you guys. I'm just gonna go get my stuff.' You told her while pointing to the other side of the stage.

'Ok Y/N, we'll wait for you at the exit.' Hange replied.

You then went to get your things. As you gathered all your things, you felt someone behind your back. You turned around and you saw him. The pair of cerulean eyes from your dreams. Those eyes from the memory of your dreams. Except this wasn't a dream.

'You found me Y/N.' He said.

You were startled, you were shocked. What is happening? What does he mean? Oh- Oh my God.

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, he kissed your forehead. It was warm, it was sweet. It felt like... coming home.

Then all the memories came crashing in, all the memories of pain, grief, regret, of yearning, of longing and of love, the memories of your past life flashed through your eyes.

Oh my God.

You can't help but feel overwhelmed. Tears came running down through your eyes but he was there. He was there to wipe it off.

'Erwin,' you called his name. You gently caressed his cheeks like your last memory of him. But this time, not because you're leaving, not because you broke your promise but because you were able to fulfill one and you found him.

He reciprocated your touch by kissing the back of your hands. His cerulean eyes were as beautiful as ever, they were with tears but not of sadness. He gently grabbed your waist and pulled you in for a hug. It was warm. You felt safe. It was home.

Erwin then lovingly looked at you in the eyes. You found him. He found the love of his life once more. And this time there were no more wars, no more battles to be fought. This time the world was gentler. And this time, he knew, that fate will be kinder to both of you.

Then his lips met yours. It was a kiss full of longing and yearning. It was a kiss that sealed your reunion. The reunion of what was once star-crossed lovers. Because this time, the universe will conspire to keep you both together in each other's embrace.

Because a love that transcend different lifetimes is a love like no other. You both deserve to be with each other. You both deserve to be happy. The world is cruel but it's beautiful. Like the love you share between the two of you.

(just imagine this is erwin mueheheh 👉👈)

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amoristt · 3 years

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Grazing the Fire | IV

well hello. here i am, four years later, once again enamored with nathan enough to finally dust this baby off and pick up where i left it. im a little rusty so bear with me this chapter! much more to come <3

reblogs + tags and replies will make my entire day as i put a lot of effort into this :)! it also helps motivate me!

story continues beneath the read more. let me know if you can’t access it!

Warning: language, very vague s/a mentions

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“Alright class, who can tell me,” A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. “Who can answer problem four?”

A few hands raise in the corners of your eye, but yours remains atop your desk. Eyes far away, mind in a murky haze and almost completely unaware. All you could focus on were the memories playing on repeat within the confines of your tired, tired brain. Hours ago, you were warm, you were comfortable. Safe.

Cheeks heated to a dusting blush when you remind yourself just how you had awoken that morning. At some point in the night, an angel had blessed you. Allowed you to wake up wrapped around none other than big, bad, Nathan Prescott. Your face nuzzled into his chest, broad but wiry hands pressed firmly over your shoulder and his arm slung over your waist to keep you against him. Thankfully you had been the first to wake up, blinking away the morning sun blazing through his blinds and painting the room stripes of gold. At that moment, before your headache came crashing down onto your skull, you were astounded by him.

Eye lashes brushing the top of his cheeks, his lips parted ever so slightly, chest rising and falling rhythmically. In that moment, there was no anger, no bitterness. Just a soft and peaceful slumber. It was like being the sole viewer of a magnificent painting- each stroke and detail placed just there just for you to pick out, to remember the curves and sharp edges down to the very foundation. From his unkempt hair down to the way his hand flattened onto the mattress where your indent still lived. Nathan was so beautiful like this.

For a long time you stayed there. It was as though you were afraid to move- you couldn’t bear to disturb him. You had wondered, if he was always like this, so at peace, what would he be like? Likely soft voiced, mild mannered. He’d do his school assignments without hassle and donate to the charity board. He would wander the town with his friends and listen to music in a beat up truck flying down the stretch of highway overlooking the bold, blue, and beautiful ocean. An entirely different version of himself- carefree, and a fair blue as opposed to a burning flame of red.

But, if that were the case, you’d never have gotten here. You’d never been both the outsider, and the only seeing eye. A lucky, albeit firstly unwilling witness to the display of depth before you.

It never hit you like it had quite in that moment how lucky you were.

But- just then- an alarm disturbed what serendipity existed. You nearly leapt out of your skin, clutched your hands to your chest at the sudden sound. A headache wove its way into your once untouched temples. Nathan groaned, mumbled, ‘god damn it’, under his breath, and thus his body was reanimated into life. He rubbed his eyes and he stretched, that familiar scowl coming over his eyes and lips as he took in the sunlight damn near blinding him. A polar opposite to the being you’d appreciated just moments earlier.

“Ugh, fuck, how the fuck is it seven already.” He groaned. “I feel like shit.”

“Well good morning to you too,” You started, welcoming Nathan into the world. “‘I’m feeling pretty shitty as well.”

You said that, but really… You were more than alright. Your head had hurt, slight nausea crept into the wells of your stomach, but other than that you’re sure you were phenomenally better than you’d have been waking up whereverTate would have left your ass.

“You need to get outta here, before everyone gets up.” Nathan drawled, but he didn’t sound as urgent as you expected him to be. You’d expected him to be angry that you were still in his room, but instead he just… accepted it.

You snickered, climbing out of his throne of a bed. “Wow, you’re giving me the morning after treatment?”

“Sure am. Get outta here, whore.”

“Oh fuck you.”

You located your heels from last night, resting upright near his dorm room door. Heels didn’t sound like the most practical to sneak out of a dorm with, so you instead opted to grappling them by the straps and carrying them at your side. Hair a mess, outfit riddled with wrinkles and makeup smudged under your eyes, you stood before Nathan in all your glory. He stared at you for a long, odd moment- and you for some reason felt exposed, or even, shy.

“What?” You ask expectantly, placing a hand on your hip.

His eyes trail to your line of vision. He shakes his head. “Just thinking about how now you really do look like my morning after.”

“Yeah?” You hummed. “Find it hard to believe you get a lot of those.”

Nathan shoots you a suggestive glance. “You’d be surprised. Everyone wants a piece of Prescott.”

Surely, he was joking, or maybe he wasn’t, but you… Didn’t like hearing that. It made your stomach feel odd, uncomfortably heavy. As he stood up, reminding you how many inches he had over your size, you swallowed and cleared your throat to flush out that crappy feeling. “Well,” you started, mood having dropped. “I’m gonna go, then.”

“What got your panties in a twist all the sudden?” He asked, raising a brow and pulling some clothes from his closet, tossing them onto the bed.

The bed you two had shared.

You hated the idea of his morning afters- whoever they may be.

“Not feeling great. Probably a side effect of the roofies.” You mumbled.

Nathan breathed a laugh. “Probably.”

He seemed so calm, right now. Perhaps due to it being so early, before the outside world had a chance to remind him just why he was so uptight all the tight. Before he needed to be so uptight all the time. He really did have so many versions of himself- all of whom you were slowly becoming familiar with. Compared to the person you’d believed him to be before your run ins, you’d never have assumed someone so dangerous could be so soft as last night, as this morning. In the beginning, you’d feared him. Avoided him like a plague, or a wild animal. Even when you were enraptured in the existence of him, you still wanted to keep away. You’d never have believed someone like you could wake up clutched to his chest, as though he were afraid if he released you, you’d be gone long before he woke.

Then, a sudden thought struck your mind.

He’d held you so tight. He’d welcomed you in the morning. No anger, no annoyance. His soft laugh at your banter and taunts. How your heels were standing upright instead of tossed haphazardly into some random corner, where he’d watch your struggle to find.

How he’d stayed awake to ensure your sleep.

“So are you just gonna stand there?” Nathan called you back to reality, hands gripping the hems of his shirt. “I gotta get ready and you need to wash up so you don’t look like a five dollar stripper.” Cruel words, but with absolutely no bite. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah. But, hey,” You started. “Thank you for last night.”

“Yeah, yeah. You gotta start learning to watch your own back.” He says. “There’s gonna be times I won’t be there to drag your ass out of the fire.”

If you’d been charged, if you’d been stricken with a strange defensiveness, you’d have retorted, ‘than stop helping me’, but… Instead you allowed yourself the comfort of protection. You allowed Nathan Prescott to watch you.

“I know,” You reached for the door. “Thank you.”

With that, you bounded out of the dorm silent as a mouse.

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In hindsight, you should have left earlier. Class was merely 15 minutes away when you slipped out of Nathan's room and bounded towards the women's dorm. Albeit not exactly a long walk, by the time you discreetly snuck back into your own dorm, you had roughly twenty minutes to somehow pick an outfit from your countless unopened boxes and make yourself even slightly presentable.

Wiping off whatever make-up you could get and reapplying it, brushing out the tangles of your hair and nearly tearing off your scalp in the process, scattering your nightclothes over your floor and managing to scrounge out a semi-decent outfit for the day… You still looked a mess. If the mirror could laugh, it would have. Black mascara smudges under your eyes and frizzy untreated hair. What a lovely look.

You’d made it to class just five minutes late, but those five minutes were all it took for all eyes to be on you as you tried to slide into the classroom unnoticed. A couple classmates whispered to their table mates as you passed by, smelling of oversaturated cherry blossom perfume to hopefully cover the scent of alcohol. You sauntered to your seat and sank down with all your weight, suddenly exhausted. You’d made it with just five minutes tainting your record of attendance. The teacher greeted you with a disappointed sigh, and thus, the day began.

But, it was so hard to focus. All you could think about was Nathan.

“Alright class, who can tell me,” A board stick clacks against the chalkboard. “Who can answer problem four?”

You lowered your head.

“Ah, how about, ___?”

You snaked back into reality, blinking up at the chalk board that was somehow already riddled with math equations. Since you hadn’t been paying attention even in the slightest, your mouth gaped wide open, eyes scanning for something you understood even slightly so you didn’t look like a total idiot.

Sadly, you were out of luck. The teacher shook his head. “I’m shocked,” He said. “You're normally so on top of things. Oh well.”

“Oh, I’m sure she was on top of things,” A female voice sniggered behind you “Last night.”

Your face flushed a red, hot, ruby. What the hell was she talking about? How had they found out you were with Nathan? You were so sure of being sneaky, there was no way-

“Her and Tate totally got it on last night.”

You whipped around in your seat, facing girls who looked to be clones of some sort. Both with the same dark eyes, short brown hair, and freckles. “What?”

“Alright-” Your teacher blurted. “That's enough. April, May, enough. Let’s not discuss things outside of the classroom.”

The two girls batted their eyes. “Sorry sir.” One spoke, twirling a hand through her hair. Her sister's wide toothy grin never fumbled.

“Back to it then. Kate, can you help out __ with number four?”

The small, blonde girl nodded quickly, brushing a lock of hair behind her eyes and offering an empathic nod.

As you turned around in your seat, her answer fell on deaf ears. Your heart was racing in your chest, hands balled into fists while you stared ahead blankly.

They couldn’t seriously think that you chose to leave with Tate, could they? Surely someone must have seen the state you were in. Someone other than Nathan.

The clock ticks forward but time feels like it's passing almost unnaturally slow. With just 10 minutes left, you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

‘Nathan: consider ur favor officially returned

Your tongue poked from your lips, the tiniest of smiles taking over your once sullen features. Terrible thoughts and worries flew out the window while you type back, ‘damn. here i was gonna to ask you to do a backflip off the roof with me. there goes my plans.’

Nathan types for a moment. Typing, stopping, typing again.

‘Nathan: soundz like a blast. where and when?’

A small blush heats your cheeks. ‘very funny. thanks to last night i have an entire 24 hour session of studying to catch up with.’

His response is almost instant. ‘Nathan: boringgg. txt me when ur fun.’

Rolling your eyes, you shove your phone back into your pocket. It seems you’ve been able to secure enough of a friendship with him for some mindless banter even outside your little visits. You smile. He’s… Fun to talk to. Surprisingly.

Class comes to an end and you start to pack up the books and papers you’d hardly even glanced at the whole period. Whatever had been upsetting you before is lost in your mind while you think of the morning, the night before. All the things in-between. But, your happiness doesn’t last long. As you get up, you’re almost forced right back into your seat as a weight shoves into your shoulder. Your books scatter to the floor. April, the one who’d remarked about you earlier, glares at you in what looks to be disgust.

“Careful April,” Her sister hums as she saunters past you, keeping distance and raising her already shrill tone of voice. “Might wanna watch where you’re walking- I’d hate for you to catch something from this slut.”

You absolutely gawk at her. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

April scoffs. “Oh come on, like everyone doesn’t know what you were up to last night.”

“Sleeping around isn’t a good color on you.” May hikes her bag over her shoulder and snickers at you. They both leave the class together, sickeningly in sync. You’re left stunned where you stand, unsure how the hell your life came to this so quickly. How you’ve stooped so low that the daughters of the world's most uncreative parents are able to bully you based on something that didn’t even happen.

Next class goes no better. The person to your right, a jockey looking brunette guy, asks, ‘have you ever heard of a Tate?’. You say no, that that’s the dumbest name you’ve ever heard. The idiot grins and goes back to marking down likely wrong answers on his test sheet and you debate kicking the leg of his chair out- but you don’t to avoid even more eyes on you. It makes you sick to your stomach- even more than recovering from the roofies does. How can everyone believe it? You barely even knew the guy and you were clearly uncomfortable with his advances. No one saw that?

After everything you’d worked for to build a reputation, trying so hard to not call out peoples shit for the sake of seeming friendly, tainted over something that didn’t even happen? And the kicker was that it hadn’t even been your fault! He’d drugged you, he’d have taken advantage of you! Yet you were the bad person?

Class came and went in the blink of an eye this time. Your mind wrapped up in the situation, your stomach churning. You wanted the day to be over with but you still had 4 more classes to suffer through. Why was this happening to you? Was Tate being treated just as horribly, or was he getting pats on the backs of his unaware friends?

Wandering down the halls to your locker, you noticed Lance and Kaz hanging around one of the drinking fountains. Your nerves quelled- your friends would surely make you feel much better. Especially since they had witnessed how awful you were feeling as you left. You approach with a relieved smile, ready to say your truth and finally have someone on your side.

“Hey guys.” You smile, but Lance looks down at his feet while Kaz places her hands to his hips. Your smile fades.

“You could have told us you were gonna spend the night with Tate,” Kaz snaps. “You didn’t need to lie like that just to leave. We were all worried about you and it was for nothing.”

“What?” You feel like you could cry. “No, Kaz, I really did try to leave. Tate tried to drug me and take me home, and-”

“He wouldn’t do that.” Lance interrupts, with a frown. He looks back down at the floor with knitted brows. “I’ve known Tate since before time. He wouldn't do something like that, especially not to one of my best friends. Plus he told me he was really into you. Why would he even try?”

“Are you serious?” You sputter. “You think I’d lie about something like that?”

“You’ve been lying about all sorts of things!” Kaz huffs. “What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been so distant, and secretive. What are you hiding that’s making you lie like this? We’re supposed to be your friends and then you lie to our faces just to go and fuck the first guy that shows you attention.”

“What…?” It was like acid. It was like the rug had been pulled from your feet sending you spiraling down the unending cliff. Kaz, your best friend, all that venom. How could they turn against you like this? What the hell is going on? You felt your throat tighten. “Look, I’m sorry if I’ve been distant, but I’m not lying to you, I-”

“We gotta go.” Lance isn’t in the mood to hear it. “We’ll catch up to you.. Some other time.”

Kaz says nothing as she pushes past you. Lance, at least, spares a short glance over his shoulder. You stood there alone in the hallway, your bag falling off your shoulder and clattering onto the floor with a thud echoing off the walls. Everything you had, all gone at once.

No one believed you.

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With nowhere to go where you felt like you could truly allow yourself to process the day's events, you went to the only place you knew.

Just outside of campus, where rocks lined the edge of the boundary, overlooking the outskirts of the town and the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see. You settled yourself there, staring at the vast waters and wondering how this had all happened. Unlucky didn’t even begin to cover how it felt. Not only did you feel violated with Tate attempting to do unthinkable things with your unconscious body, but you also felt alone, and walked on. Your best friends hadn’t believed you. While Lance seemed saddened, Kaz was so… Angry. Her words cut like knives into your skin.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t deserve this.

You want to talk to Nathan, but knowing him, he’d see your state and bounce instantly. After all, this isn’t exactly very fun of you.

As the sun began to fall, splaying orange and blues over the wide open sky, behind you, you could hear voices. A group of them, some male, some female. Memories of when your notebook had gotten snatched by those two horsed face assholes came flooding back and with all your alertness, you stood up, and decided that this sitting place was no longer safe. Nothing was.

Before you even made it ten feet away, the group had found their way to your spot and gotten comfortable, one of the girls cheering, ‘this’ll be our hangout! look at how pretty the view is!’

You took a short drive down the stretches of road and decided that if you were going to lament in your own sadness, you were at least going to do so in a place that had something to cover the sound of your tears. Plus a nice view.

The beach, littered with its picnic tables and the sounds of crashing waves would suffice just fine. So, you pulled in the desolate parking lot and wandered down the sandy shores until you stumbled upon a picnic table shaded by a large willow cascading lushious branches to block out the sun- a perfect canopy for you to wallow under.

You had nothing at that moment. No friends, no reputation, no one to believe your tragic tale. And now, you’d just lost the one spot that made you feel comfortable when stress was building into your body like concrete. Tears pricked into the corners of your eyes and you bit your lip, dreading that feeling of a lump in your throat. Why you? Everything had been going so well. How could not even a single person believe that Tate had tried to hurt you?

Well, actually, there was one person.

Of course Nathan believed you. He’d been the one to rescue you, after all. Time and time again it seemed. How was it that even the ones closest to you would turn their back so fast, yet Nathan seemed to be there even when you didn’t want him to be? Even when you yelled at him, and he yelled right back, fire and sparks falling into embers around the two of you.

In that moment, you almost felt like you could finally relate to him. A reputation based on lies and things out of your control, paired with a hardheaded attitude to try and combat all the assumptions.

No wonder he was so angry.

“Hey bitch,” A voice suddenly called, and you had a split second moment where you were terrified of once again being the victim of a cruel prank or some classmates boredom. “How about next time you have a pity party you don’t fucking call me in the middle of it.”

You blinked away your tears and through the blurriness saw a figure coming towards you. All that sass, the tone...

“Nathan?” You breathed. It only takes moments before he’s in front of you, holding his phone in view, seeing that the call that had been running for nearly ten minute. You flush in embarrassment, pulling your phone from your back pocket. “How did that happen?”

“Well, can your ass dial numbers?” He taunts, ending the call.

“Damn it, dumb phone must have butt-dialed you. I knew I should’ve gotten a different one.” You mentally kick yourself. “It must have unlocked in my pocket.”

“You don’t have a password on your phone?” He taunts. When you shake your head, he whistles. “You are just begging for a robbery. I’ll keep that in mind when I’m in the mood to send random messages to all your buddies.”

“Fuck off.” You scowl, and he grins, hopping up on the picnic table next to you. The sun flatters his skin. He’s almost glowing.

“Speaking of buddies, how the hell did it pick my number out of your sea of friends?”

You shrug. “Probably cuz’ it’s a priority contact.”

“Oh lala, I’ve been upgraded to priority huh? Does it display a superman logo whenever you give it a ring?”

“Nope. When I press call it rings the nearest asshole in my vicinity. The fact that it’s you is your own problem.”

“Haha, fucking ha.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. He stares out at the water, watching waves pull and crash onto the beach. It’s almost beautiful, until he ruins it. “Yknow, you’re a really ugly crier.”

“Wow, thanks.” You shake your head. “That's exactly what I needed to hear right now. Why did you even stay on the line?.” Wiping your eyes, you start to forget your tears. “Couldn’t have been that wild of a conversation.”

Nathan shrugs. “Between the crying and the sound of the waves it was pretty nice.” He grins. “Very educational.”

“Awesome. Glad I was able to make your day.” It doesn’t feel like your usual bitey remarks. You’re tired, you’re still a little hurt and you can’t stop thinking about how such an amazing morning had turned into such a horrible day.

“So what’s got you all fucked up? Never seen you act like this big of a baby before.”

“Nothing. You already paid off your debt to me per this morning, so feel free to resume our regularly scheduled mutual hatred.” You say, lying through your teeth. You know you’re both past the point of hatred, but you’re feeling jaded, you can’t help it.

“Oh shut the fuck up,” He groans. “I didn’t drag my ass all the fucking way out to this shit hole of a beach just for you to give me that bullshit. What, did you fail a test? No one matched you on tinder?”

“Everyone thinks me and Tate slept together last night.” You blurt. “I think he’s telling people me and him had sex.”

Nathan tenses his shoulders and grimaces. “Fucking werido.”

“I told my best friends that he tried to take advantage of me and they don’t believe me. One of em’ even said he wouldn’t do something like that.”

“Fuck em’. Who needs best friends.”

“And to make everything so much better, these two bitches that I share four of my classes with harassed me all goddamn day. I mean, fucks sake, how the hell are girls named April and May of all things able to get to me. It’s bullshit. And to make matters worse, Tate is just… Getting away with it.”

“Yeah well, something tells me that Tate’s gonna get a real nice fucking taste of medicine eventually. I just gotta find him first. He’s got a lot of nerve spreading shit around given I knocked his ass onto the pavement.” Nathan brows knit at the memory.

You test the waters. “Why would you do that for me?”

He seems caught off guard, or maybe, surprised that you’d ask. Maybe he thinks you’re both beyond that point. He grumbles, “Why does it matter.”

“I’m just curious. We don’t owe each other anything, remember?”

“Yeah, well,” He huffs. “Don’t ask me questions to shit I don’t know the answer to.”

“You say that an awful lot.” You tease.

“Yeah well you ask dumbass questions an awful lot. Not everything I do has to have some weird ass motives behind it, ___. Maybe I’ve got beef with Tate that’s outside of you.”

“Uhuh. Sure.” You’re about to say something else, when your phone lights up with a text. The display makes your heart fall all over again.

Unknown Number: you should just pack up and go somewhere else. no one wants std’s from breathing your air xoxo

You don’t even know who that is. Now absolute strangers are on your case. You want to throw your phone into the ocean and leave.

Nathan scoffs. “Don’t even bat a fucking eye for that bitch, whoever the hell they are. Half the hoes you’ve mentioned have slept with half the football team,” he pinches his jacket, “and I would know.”

“Ew, Nathan,” You grimace, that same feeling from the morning returning. It feels, oddly, like jealousy. He nudges your arm with his elbow and grins playfully. It’s cute.

“Chill, I’m just fucking with you. You gotta know even I wouldn’t fuck girls that desperate. I’m a man of class.”

That last comment actually forces a laugh from you. It’s soft, but it’s real. The first laugh you’ve genuinely had all day. “That’s horrible.” You remark, giggling again.

It's almost like the slight restoration of your mood puts him at ease as well. He leans back on his hands and stares off into the ocean, those sparkling waters under the setting, orange sun. “I’m for real though. Those hoes aren’t worth your time. One day when we blow this shithole of a town they’re not even gonna matter.”

Your brows knit, eyes blinking up at him. Had you heard that right?

“We?” You ask, perplexed, albeit a little… Hopeful.

Nathan sputters. “Well- Like, when everyone’s older and-”

“You know what, it's fine.” You interrupt. “Fuck it. You’re right. We’re gonna blow this town and they’re just gonna be some shitty memories.”

He sucks in a shaky breath. You’ve never heard him scramble like that, like he’s been unmasked. The look he casts you when you agree, when you don’t tease or patronize and finally hop on the idea that yeah, what if the two of you really didn’t have to deal with it anymore.

What if the two of you could just exist, without the anger.

You look up at him. “Would you actually do that though?” You start. “With me, of all people?”

He swallows. His expression is tense, but he’s not upset. He appears nervous, caught off guard. Nathan tries, “I-”

Your phone rings. Shrill, piercing. Mood destroying.

“Jesus Christ, it’s my mom.” You grab your phone and Nathan looks forward, stone faced and silent as you hop off the table and answer. It’s your mother, who all but shouts into the phone that her and your father are taking a surprising visit to Arcadia Bay while they’re traveling by on their vacation. She insists that you be ready in about an hour for dinner, and likely there will be family photos.

Which means if you still look as wrecked as you did this morning, you’re gonna have a lot of washing up to do. With a quick goodbye, a short and sweet, ‘love you’, you hang up and sigh.

“You still tell your mom you love her?” He teases. “What are you, five?”

You frown. “You don’t tell your parents you love them?”

Nathan side eyes you, and just shrugs. It is all the answer you need, really, and for his sake you decide it wouldn’t be best to press the issue. Not now. But- it still makes your heart hurt just a little. You wished that he’d had it better growing up.

“Right… Do you want a ride home?”

“Fuck no, what am I,” He shoves his hands into his pockets. “a fucking girl scout?”

“I was just offering, weirdo.” When he doesn't get up, you feel like you’re missing out. Like if you stayed, maybe, just maybe, you’d get to know him a little better. “Hey, if you want, I can stay for a bit longer.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re needed elsewhere. But,” he shrugs. “I don’t know. Fuckin’... Text me or something. Or not, I don’t care either way.”

There’s a small warmth in your chest that rises to your cheeks. He wants you to text him. “Yeah,” You say. “If I’m feeling fun.”

And with that, you bid him farewell, beginning your descent to the parking lot.

“Hey,” He calls, and you turn just in time to catch a small item he’s tossed right at you. A tiny key resides in the palm of your hand. “Spare. If shit hits the fan again-...” He shrugs, and actually looks away. “Just don’t be too fucking loud of I’ll kick your ass out myself. No Madison needed.”

The widest grin plays over your lips. “I’m gonna re-decorate your room while you’re gone.”

“Ah, you fucking better not.” He shouts. “Actually- you know what, give it back.”

“No, no! I’m sorry.” You play with the key between your fingers. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, whatever. Don’t lose it and remember- emergencies only. I don’t need you watching me sleep like fucking freak. We’re past that stage.”

“How many times will I have to say I was never watching you. Christ… But, alright. See ya, then.” The key is heavy in your palm.

You place it into your pocket and give him one last glance before you take off, leaving him to enjoy the sound of waves, birds, and the absence of your tears.

#nathan prescott #nathan prescott x reader #life is strange #grazing the fire #scenario #fanfic #fluff

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##CRiME AND PUNiSHMENT2 — genshin impact

g.i, headcanons. gn!reader, fyodor!reader

pt . 1 , CRIME AND PUNISHMENT

1CHARACTERS; XIAO, ZHONGLI

2GENRE; fluff????

3INCLUDES; violence implied, but not graphic, you have A COATWOOO!!!! u r fyodor true!, ur last name is Dostoevsky, some Fyodor Dostoevsky quotes (from his books, not the series)

4AUTHOR'S NOTES; FINALLY IM DONE .MY LOVE FOR ZHONGLI AND XIAO ARE IMMEASURABLE. i am so biased i apologize actually i may Have been carried away ... I apologize for any ooc characters!

5SYNOPSIS: “Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.” You, however, were a walking enigma, and they wanted to solve you.

The city of Liyue reminded you of a distant place. The city beyond Liyue, however, remained as but a simple memory to you. The terrain of Guili Plains reminded you of something far in your mind, yet a place where many battles have occurred. You found solace on the mountaintops of Jueyun Karst. You have always wondered the streets of Liyue Harbor, aimlessly, yet filled with curiosity. Mortals residing in Liyue have seen you, yet have not seen you in action. Some more curious than many, yet everything they knew about you was only their own assumptions. An old friend would surely smile and revel in the scenery presented before them, saying that they only wish to be with you, for you have cured them of their unhappiness.

You wished to be peaceful once more, but you know you are only known in the eyes of violence. Watching, pulling you to them. You weren’t complaining, you know you can’t. Can a person be truly a paradox if they haven’t felt humane emotions? Mortal or not, to be truly respected in the eyes of others takes a lot of effort, some having a higher advantage, yet losing to those who have none. Did you deserve to have the respect and the fear of the people? You would agree in impulse, but if you thought about it, you would have differing answers. Who would wish to respect someone who has killed people for their goals? Were you a mortal? You had experienced inhumane things, you can’t blame yourself for that, oh no, even if you were to blame, your pride somehow always gets in the way.

You can’t blame yourself for what people have done to you, you can only blame yourself for allowing them to do what they have done. Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. You may have roamed the streets and terrains, but you have not grown attached to any. Even if your heart will be settled somewhere else, you can’t stay in one place all the time. Eyes that include gradients of the most grandeur of colors seem to follow your figure when you enter their peripheral vision. You took pride in the attention you were provided with, you were the centre of attention for many or but a speck of dust in the memories of some. A fool would believe that they would understand you-- for a fool only believes themselves. You can’t find yourself to be respected, yet you were. You have accepted yourself, respected yourself, even. You knew how hard it was to live with unending nightmares and doubts, because you, in yourself, were a walking nightmare waiting to be released.

The wisest of the wise would consider you as a misunderstood character. They would say that you were only deemed as a paradox because rumours surrounded you like the plague, replacing the truth and the answer presented in front of them. You were only deemed as an enigma to the eyes of many due to how many secrets you keep, and they only focus on that instead of what’s presented in front of them, for nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; and nothing is more difficult than to understand them.

The mere concept of love gives you a sweet taste as you would describe; sweet, addictive, devoted. You were a paradox to the eyes of many, but if you were analyzed to the last layer, then you would still be one. Why? Men only believe the lies about you, other than the truth in front of them. There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to themself, who dares to voice about you on your behalf? When you succumb to the emotion you never paid attention to, do you have to change?

And in your final moments, would you send them happiness while you are drowning in sorrow?

(THIS IS SO BAD IM SO SOYRHRH)

ZHONGLI

He first met you when you were listening to Liyue’s history.

Coincidentally, you both were drinking tea as well. You were also sitting closely to him.

He, well, forgot his Mora for his expenses.

You stepped in, saving the poor man, and paying his meal for him without a word.

The first words he uttered to you were, “I sincerely apologize for dragging you into my predicament.” You turned to him, eyes locking into his amber ones.

He was vaguely reminded of his past endeavors in being a Geo Archon. Your gaze was sharp, piercing, intense, even.

Though it was simply replaced with a tantalizing smile, “you don’t have to apologize.” He knew about you. How could he not be updated on his own city? They called you intimidating, confident, but the word he mostly heard relating to you was arrogant. Yet you were acting modestly right now, who knew?

You found an interest in the man, knowing that he was the all-knowing archaic archeologist you have heard tales of while striding on the harbor’s streets.

Swift, both your interactions were, allowing yourself to settle on the seat from across the man.

He was shocked, really. You looked intimidating and you looked powerful. These were plainly rumors, Zhongli knows, but he couldn’t help but believe some.

As swift as your introduction came, swift was your conversation with him, as well.

He wasn’t surprised when you asked him, “What do you think of the death of Rex Lapis?”

A loss of a God would be hard to move on when he impacted the world with such intensity. You knew how rich this mysterious man was in the history of this area, and one could only wonder where he got his information from.

Your eyes never failed to show Machiavellian intent, yet, he can’t seem to figure out what you were scheming.

Yet, his voice boomed of that includes pride, “The loss of Liyue’s god was an eventful day, on the Right of Descension no less.” his voice contrasted that of his personality.

You hummed in agreement, setting your tea aside, “Surely, the God didn’t die due to mortal hands, would he?” you questioned, eyes boring into his, while your mouth curved upwards, “Man would only be so foolish to attempt such a sin.”

He was speechless, for once, but quickly retorted with, “I believe so, however, Liyue Harbor remains prosperous, don’t they?”

You knew he was trying to stir the conversation to something else, yet something related to the topic. You have your suspicions, and it looks like you’ll be having your answers.

“Do you believe that the God was killed by mortal hands?” you questioned, eyes never leaving the shortly perplexed man.

(YOU R KILLING THE POOR MAN SDJAHKJ)

He concealed his speechlessness with a cough, “I believe not.” a simple, straightforward answer.

You inwardly applaud this man for staying calm, just like you.

You both were similar in a way, but you both were opposites when it came to the fields of intelligence. While you are quick to decipher, to manipulate, and to weave your plans as fast as the most agile of spiders could, Zhongli was strict, he was principle to the art of history.

“If the death of their Archon was caused by a mere mortal,” you began, not allowing the subject to change, “Would the people pay attention to the cause of his death instead of the battles he indulged himself in?” you questioned, bringing the tea cup to your mouth, blowing the smoke that it created.

He crossed his arms, “maybe so. But what would their faith mean to their Archon if they only focused on the reason for their passing?” he had a point, you noted. You closed your eyes, taking a sip of the tea, and after settling it down, you stood up.

His eyes trailed behind your figure, snapping out of his thoughts when you voiced, “if their God is truly dead, then everything is permissible.”

You left, with no goodbye, coat swaying with every step you take. What he could only ask himself then was, “why were you wearing a coat at this hour?” Liyue’s weather was burning, but you decided to wear something pertaining to the cold.

He thought back to your previous statement. Permissible? If he truly died, then man would be able to do whatever they pleased, wouldn’t they? They needn’t fear for the wrath of their archon, because he simply does not exist anymore.

You were called intelligent, arrogant, and intimidating. While the rest were true, he would add on to that, you were calm, calculating, observant.

Zhongli always spots you on the Storytelling site almost every day. From that first encounter, he looked forward to sharing opinions and the like.

He finally encountered your arrogance when he asked you about yourself. He noted that you never mentioned the past, only your experiences in certain areas. Liyue, he observed, was the most prominent. Even if your words were masked using poetry and philosophical wording, he was quick to catch on to what you were saying.

He wasn’t an ex-Archon for nothing, now was he? He knows so much, yet it may look like he may not know as much as you.

He found himself looking forward to your storytelling and your opinions rather than what he reasoned he came for. He was also beyond delighted to share with you the traditions of Liyue that were erased from the books, or were warped over time.

He invites you when he goes to meetings with other archaeologists, for he thinks that you are well versed in your own field of philosophy.

They do not question you though, they know about what Liyue says about you. Besides, a simple glance is all it takes to hold their words-- insults from you.

You were the exact opposite of Guizhong, save for the intelligence and attentiveness. You knew about Rex Lapis’ and Guizhong, their relationship, at least that was what’s written in the history books.

When he consulted you about the feeling of loving another, he could see the flash of shock in your eyes, nevertheless, you answered, “what would life mean if you have no courage to attempt-- to feel anything? The beginning of change is what people fear most.”

He understood that, yet he could tell you were speaking from experience. He knew about his feelings, and he knew about your beliefs about this suffocating emotion called love.

Love, something a god cannot feel unless they prove themselves worthy. If a God can love, then a god can mourn, and suffer the feeling of loneliness.

That was what Morax had to deal with after the passing of Guizhong. A man who never swore to love again, to remain archaic, yet nostalgic.

If the love you tell yourself you feel doesn’t include suffering-- agonizing, soul ripping pain, then that is not love.

But with you, he knows he loves.

When asked, what are your thoughts about love, he answers, [Name] Dostoevsky. Why? Even if they describe you as a paradox, to him, you were a key. A prime key of his life. With you, he feels like he could pour his heart out to you.

Are you proud, Guizhong? This is what you wished for. Morax says, I have finally found happiness. That’s what you wanted, right?

You kept your emotions concealed and in a safe area. However, the feeling of being fond of another never seems to follow you, it was like a free spirit, which reminded you of a distant friend, whose love for freedom matches that of the feeling of love in your heart.

As cliche as it sounds, (and you wouldn’t have had it any other way) you two confessed to each other during the Lantern Rite. It seemed appropriate, to you. Zhongli, however, wanted to see how your eyes would light up, because he thought that he would fail to bring the same spark you had adorning your pupils.

Unbeknownst to him, the spark was replaced with a look of fondness, softness, vulnerability when you’re with him.

His confession was quick, yet eloquent, rushed, but poetic. Although a simple indication of ‘I love you’ would be enough, it couldn’t voice out all the things Zhongli wished to say.

“I cannot convey my feelings to proper words, but,” he takes a deep breath, before continuing, “Time, to me, is too swift for someone who has everything on their hands, yet, with you, time turns to eternity.” he locks eyes with you, grabbing your hand, and notices your lack of words, a wordless gesture for him to continue. “For you, my love can stretch out to eons, can overthrow those called emperors, and to act more poetic than the poets. My love for you is a symphony. Carefully intricate so only you have the ability to sing every note to perfection.”

It was your turn to be speechless. Was this payback for making him not utter even a single syllable to you when you first met? Needless to say, you were blossoming with new emotions.

Before making Zhongli regret his decisions, you quickly responded with, “my words cannot simply convey my feelings alone,” you gently squeeze his hand, “there is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.”

He listens to you, intently.

“But what I can form with words, though, is a promise. I promise to love you until time deems it done, I promise to love you even if my body fails to convey my emotions. You have my heart in your hands, and it only takes words to break it.” you wanted to appear vulnerable in front of the man you grew to love, to cherish, and to value.

For the first time, the archaic lord wants to focus on nothing else except you. For the first time, he is thinking more about his future with you than his past full of bloodshed.

XIAO

He first saw you when you simply walked past by enemies containing karmic debt.

You didn’t seem fazed by their peculiar appearance, he noted.

Why wouldn’t you? You were but a mere mortal, at least, that’s what he thinks.

You didn’t stop nor run when he was in view, and he couldn’t stop the perplexion paint his features.

Your first conversation with him was communication through eye contact. While his gaze was described as the most piercing, yours would be described as the most calculating. There wasn’t a day where you did not stop using your intelligence.

So how-- why did you not run away when he was there? You weren’t from Liyue, he deduced as much, but you deduced more about him that he did you.

He couldn’t be a mortal, no. His combat style outpowers those you have seen, and trust me, you have experienced so much.

Then again, you were never wrong, no? When stepping up to someone like him, an Adeptus, resistance is futile, you’ve figured out that much.

“You, why are you here?” Xiao was not one to indulge in mortal culture, for he has himself to worry more about. Yet, he couldn’t stop the question from coming out of his mouth. He thought you would be one to beg for mercy when coming in contact with one of the superior Adepti, yet you didn’t even flinch, you simply flicked your eyes to the man situated beside you.

He couldn’t deny that your eyes aren’t something he sees every day. Your eyes, cold, piercing, intense, even. Your gaze was similar to his, but instead of fear seeping through his victim’s veins, you made him paralyzed.

It was short-lived, anyway. “Out for a walk,” you said, and your voice was calm, collected, unfazed. You were one idiosyncratic person, he noted, straightforward as well.

He has heard tales of you on his visits in Wangshuu Inn, saying that you were intimidating, intelligent, and confident.

Now he wasn’t one to pay attention to any mortal beings, but now, he couldn’t help but do so.

“These are matters for Adepti, and stay out of my way.” demanding, yet powerful, you thought, he was one to not waste time on dealing with mortals, you presume. Something regarding his past, maybe.

You simply turned your head to him, allowing a sinister-- yet captivating smile adorn your face, “so I was right,” you exhaled, allowing your back to face him, and said, “May I see you soon, Adeptus Xiao.” and with that, you were gone.

How did you know about him? For you, it should be obvious. The ‘sole surviving’ yaksha and the conqueror of demons would be none other than Xiao. It really was not that hard to figure out, anyway.

He didn’t know your name, that was troublesome. But from passersby, they seem to call you “Dostoevsky” or “[Name] Dostoevsky”.

After that interaction, you didn’t stop crossing the road across the inn, though. You didn’t want some silly little Adeptus stopping you. (well, in reality, you just want to talk to him again.)

He was an interesting man, per se. He never dwelled on the culture of mortals and was never interested in humans. He just wanted to protect the city he was entrusted to.

Your interactions were swift, straightforward, interesting to say the least.

Even in suffering does he make an attempt to talk to you. While he was mainly feared and praised for what he has done in the past, for his contribution to the Archon war, you paid no mind to the lives he has taken and the sins he has done.

He asked you why, one day, because he doesn’t want to feel pity from a human-- you, no less. He wants to feel free, but mortals with their oh-so distorted mindset held him captive without being aware of it.

He was a misunderstood character, from eons ago and now, however, with you, he felt understood, as the things you say had impacted him far more than you could ever know.

The words you say are like the Dihua flute that has saved him from his demise, your words were like symphonies-- hymns directed to the people like him.

He may be cold and distant to most, but to you, you know that he cares about you. Xiao was aware of this, too, but tried to maintain the walls he crafted with his own bare hands, only for your words to send them tumbling down just like the Dihua flute that saved him from himself.

He has his flaws, you knew that. But if his flaws make him inhumane then you would be a demon to everyone’s eyes.

(SEE WHAT I DID THERE RIGHT BC DAZAI CALLS HIM DEMON)

So what made you stay?

He asked you that question indirectly to the stars that reminded him of you. Your eyes may include a machiavellian swirl to them, he observed, out of all the attributes he adores about you, was that your eyes were able to say the unsaid.

You recall being asked, in the softest voice you have heard from a man whose presence was the loudest among his enemies, “Why do you stay? Have..” he trailed off, shoulders slumping, “have you heard of what I am?”

He was not worthy of love-- of anything, really. He thinks he is only worthy of suffering, of loss, something he has experienced already. He only thinks he deserved the worst, for he who brought the worst upon others.

Your answer almost made Xiao melt, for he has only experienced pity from mortals, suffering from his previous master, and your words brought him back to the haven he oh so wished to be.

He realized that heaven he dreamt of when he has the time to would not be completed without you. Because you, your words outmatched those of Picasso’s artworks.

Some may compose with their hands alone, but you, you composed with your words.

You allowed Xiao to experience what he deemed unworthy. To be precise, the words you told him were, “I have heard, but I have not experienced. To believe what you have heard makes you a fool. I was never deemed one, and I do not want to deem myself as one.” you exhaled, “only men love abstract reasoning and neat systematization so much that they think nothing of distorting the truth.” You told him, you told him that you wanted to stay because it wasn’t fear, it was fondness.

He figured it was hard to attract your attention. Your arrogance and your pride never seemed to outshine your adrenaline, you maintained such a cool and calm composure, just like him.

But you were not, you were never like him, even if you both kept secrets and never talked about your past to each other, you never saw him in you, and he never saw him in you.

Others may call you a paradox, yet to him, you were a beautiful one.

Many have feared the Vigilant Yaksha of Liyue, but you never feared him, not once.

He tried to push you away once, to which you responded with persistence.

He said he prefers loneliness, but you made him think otherwise. You really don’t know, truly, how you have impacted this man, yet he doesn’t know that much about you.

You made him feel what he couldn’t. You were a remarkable person, he’d describe you as. In more ways than one.

His confession to you was as swift as your first conversation, while others may be as poetic as they come, his confession was fitting for himself.

“You seem to never call out my name when you need help,” he said, voice powerful. “You seem to only call my name out when it isn’t needed,” he finally locked his gorgeous amber eyes to your sharp ones, (he seemed to notice that your gaze only includes synonyms of calculating and observant, save for arrogance.) “Why?”

You simply smiled, it was genuine, your smile always seemed to be genuine around him. Around someone like him, why?

“I wish to stay with someone who thinks that he does not deserve anything,” you fiddled with your ushanka, “so he could realize he deserves something other than life itself.”

He couldn’t talk back, he knew. You were right, you were always right.

“So why do I feel emotions for you-- a mortal?” he asked, out of the blue. While he may sound calm, cold outside, he was a mess inside.

“Sometimes our emotions go against our morals, but again, they do not define you, do they?” you questioned back. Your smile was perfect, lovely, satisfying to him. It could save him a thousand times, and a thousand times faster.

“Liar,” he muttered-- voice barely above a whisper. You caught on to it though and simply released a chuckle. (he wanted to hear it again, but he would never say that out loud.)

You found his straightforwardness amusing, and he did you. “The truth is always implausible, did you know that?” silence, a gesture he’d usually do to allow you to continue. “To some, it is absolutely necessary to mix a bit of falsehood with it. People have always done so.”

Your smile faltered, however, and said, “I may not understand what had happened to you, and as you, me,” you tried to focus on the man in front of you, his amber eyes tracing the stars, but trust me, his attention is all on you.

“But if I had the chance, would you spend eternity with me?” you finally ended, and his eyes held a bit of hesitance, but uttered a simple “yes,”

His hands were shaking, you noticed, and slowly, reached out for your gloved ones and intertwined your hands with his. He was always so, so very gentle with you, like you were made of glass, you didn’t mind it, yet you knew he didn’t know what had happened to you.

“I have never experienced such a thing.” he started off, “only divine beings would know so much of love, yet they experienced none.” you were silent, a gesture for him to continue, “but only divine love bestows the keys of knowledge.”

If you have done so much for him to leave him in the end, that would be enough, he thought once, but now, looking back, you were all he could have ever asked for.

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disappointment - peter maximoff

i’ve yet again lost my ability to write :D anyway here you go lovelies <3 idek know what this is tbh i just had to post something (it’s not good im sorry I seriously hate this omg anyway im going)

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“Are you nervous about the mission tomorrow? ‘Cus I am.” Peter’s voice sounded beside your ear. His head was tucked between your neck and shoulder while his chest was pressed flush against your back, his arms wound tightly around your middle.

With a tired yawn, you rubbed your boyfriend’s forearm soothingly. It was late and you were half asleep but you’d been dating Peter long enough to know that he could never sleep if there was something on his mind. “You’re not even going on the mission tomorrow, baby. Why’re you nervous?” You lazily played with his fingers, stopping them from anxiously drumming against your stomach, as you slurred your words sleepily.

Peter let out a heavy sigh and hid his face against your neck, pecking the skin softly with his lips as he did, “I’m not going, but you are. M’worried about you…”

His confession caused your eyes to flutter open.

Peter Maximoff had the biggest heart of anyone you’ve ever met. He loved hard but he worried harder. So when you heard the slight shake in his raspy voice, you twisted in his grip to face him.

His lips were turned downwards, as were his eyes as he avoided your gaze.

“Pete…” You whispered, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. “I’m gonna be okay. Raven and Charles will be with me the whole time, we’ll be in and out. I promise.” You pressed your lips against his quickly before pulling away to look at him, his brown eyes finally meeting yours, his hands holding you tightly against him still.

“I just don’t get why Charles won’t let me come.” He complained with a childish pout.

You let out a quiet laugh before tugging Peter’s head down slightly so his forehead could rest against yours, “We really need this mutant on our side, Pete. Charles insisted that only X-Men with the “powers of persuasion” are going.” You explained, making air quotes despite the fact he couldn’t see them.

With another light kiss you continued, “And hey, what’s the worst that can happen?”

Peter scoffed at that, scrunching his nose up in distaste, “He could blast the only woman I’ve ever loved into a different dimension.” He grumbled, rubbing his nose against yours.

His worry wasn’t exactly misplaced. There’d been a group of mutants on a warpath lately, one of the group slightly friendlier than the others, albeit, still highly malicious. The man in question had the ability to open portals to other realities, and he’d been using said ability to get rid of anyone who stood in his way.

Charles thought he’d be an asset, Raven thought he should be taken out of the picture and you thought the man was more than just a lackey, like he let on.

So Peter, as much as he liked to overthink, was definitely onto something. There was a huge possibility that, if anyone was going to get blasted into another reality on tomorrow’s mission, it was probably going to be you.

Your mutation was mind control, you could make anyone do anything just by saying the words. Charles’ tactic was to try persuade the mutant and if that failed, yourself and Raven would be brought in to manipulate his decision.

“That won’t happen.” You tried to reassure him, letting your hands run through his hair but Peter remained on edge.

“But what if-“ He started but you cut him off with a gentle tug on his silver hair.

“No buts. I’m gonna go on this mission, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass but it’s gonna be fine. I’m going to come home with not even a scratch on me. Then I’ll find you and you’ll kiss me and welcome me home like you always do.” You rattled off the usual post-mission routine with a fond smile across your lips.

Peter let out a defeated sigh, a smile of his own beginning to form as you placed lazy kisses against his jaw.

“Fine. I believe you. But if you don’t come back I’m gonna be seriously pissed.” He jostled your body, chuckling happily when you let out an airy giggle against his neck. “Don’t go getting any ideas, sweetheart. Even going to a different reality won’t get rid of me.”

You continued placing short kisses against his neck and jaw until you worked your way back up to his pink lips, you ghosted over them with your own, only barely pressing them down and pulling a whine from Peter when you pulled away to look at him with a teasing grin.

“So say your lovely girlfriend does get sent to an alternate reality… would you follow?” Within a second of your question, Peter had flipped your positions so that your back was against the mattress and the man in question was hovering on top of you with a cheeky grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’d follow you anywhere.” He told you and you giggled at the stupid pet name before pulling him down to kiss you.

Your eyes fluttering shut as you murmured against his lips, “I love you, idiot.”

Softly, Peter tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you too.

It was safe to say that the mission was a complete failure. As you’d thought, the mutant Charles wanted to befriend turned out to have plans of his own, one of those plans being to throw you head first into a different dimension, apparently.

As much as it pained you to admit; Peter was right.

Fuck, he was probably going out of his mind with worry. You kicked yourself internally, not believing that you’d actually been careless enough to get caught out by the burly mutant. Not that it was entirely your fault, now that you thought about it actually, it was pretty much entirely Charles’ fault for doing his usual; not listening to you. You warned him it wouldn’t work, yet he sent you in anyway. If he didn’t find a way to get you home soon you’d… well, you weren’t really sure what you’d do. Probably find Peter and tell him you love him then go kick Charles’ ass.

Dreams of giving your professor the biggest telling off of his life came to a crashing halt when you took in your new surroundings. It seemed you’d been regurgated out in the middle of some run down town, if you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought you were still in your own reality, but unfortunately, you did know better.

There was something wrong, or if not already, something was about to go very wrong in the little town. You could feel it. Someone very powerful was about to lose control of themselves. You couldn’t exactly tell the future but you had something of a disaster radar that told you when shit was about to hit the fan.

With nothing else to do, you decided to follow the feeling as it led you to a red car.

Noticing a woman in the driver’s seat, you approached cautiously. When she noticed you walking towards her she rolled down the passenger side window, looking at you with a questioning gaze.

“Sorry to intrude,” You told her genuinely, “It’s just I thought that maybe someone needed help.” You bet around the bush slightly, you knew it was the redhead in front of you that needed help but it wasn’t in your nature to use your powers to demand someone to spill their souls to you.

When her eyes lit up red, you didn’t startle. The feeling of someone poking around your thoughts wasn’t a new sensation to you, Charles seldom knew when to mind his own business, so the fact that the woman before you was reading your mind hardly phased you.

“I’ve got abilities too.” You told her with a small smile before going on, her eyes back to normal and her form more relaxed.

She nodded in understanding, “You’re very far from home, no?” Her tone was sympathetic and you let out a humourless laugh.

“That might be an understatement. Pretty morbid thinking I’ll probably never find my way home.” It was only when you spoke the words that it really hit you that the chances of returning home were slim to none. You’d probably never see the love of your life again, you’d probably have to wave goodbye to any possibility of having a future with your speedster.

Catching onto your miserable train of thought, Wanda leaned over and opened the passenger door for you, motioning for you to get in. Gratefully, you took the stranger up on her offer.

“I’ve lost everything too.” She confessed and you weren’t sure why but you felt the need to comfort her, once again following your instincts, you squeezed her hand and to your surprise, she reciprocated the action.

“My name is Wanda, by the way.” She introduced herself and you responded with a kind smile.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.”

With a deep breath, Wanda squeezed your hand one last time, then turned to face you. “I have to do something. Will you wait here until I come back? I believe we could be of some help to each other.”

“Of course. Take your time, I’ll wait for as long as you need.” You promised her. Watching as she took another shaky breath and got out of the car and made her way towards the foundation of a house.

After about a minute, Wanda fell to her knees. And then you saw nothing but scarlet.

Life in WestView was good. Sure, there were some holes in your memory, but other than that, things were good.

You had a nice house, right next to Wanda’s, your hair seemed to style itself most of the time and the nightmares that plagued you were hardly ever your own. Things were fine.

Being blissfully ignorant was good enough for you for a number of days, until a familiar face caused all of your hopes of living happily unaware to crumble to the ground.

You’d been over at Wanda and Visions house for dinner when he’d knocked on the door. Standing on Wanda’s front porch was the one and only, Peter Maximoff. Your Peter. The person you loved the most and your ticket home.

The second his brown eyes locked on yours you’d been so sure. You would’ve bet your life that the person playing Wanda’s twin was Peter.

Perhaps your fatal flaw was wishful thinking as the hope of your love coming to rescue you, however romantic, was naive.

It hit you like a freight train, that realisation. You were truly and completely alone, for when WestView fell it took all of your hope with it.

He wasn’t Peter and he never had been. Sure, he had his face, his body, his personality and even his superspeed… but he wasn’t him.

When you’d uncovered his true identity with Monica, a part of you shattered on the spot. A familiar, decolate feeling washed over you in the moment and you weren’t sure if you’d even bother to carry on.

It was the kind of gut wrenching feeling of being so disappointed to the point where it physically hurt. It was the pain of truly accepting that he hadn’t actually followed you into another reality, that maybe your love wasn’t strong enough to warrent a visit to another reality and it was the pain of knowing that his life would go on without you.

The X-Men would encourage him to move on and, you had a fair idea of how it would go, he’d fight them relentlessly but eventually he’d cave, he’d let Jean set him up on a date and then he’d go from there, however reluctantly.

And you? You’d simply be a name lost in time. The one they think about, from time to time. You’d be spared nothing more than, “I wonder how she’s doing’ or ‘whatever happened to that girl? Remember the one?”, but life would go on without you.

That sting, you knew, would never leave you. As hope was dangerous and unreliable and painful you made yourself a promise, you wouldn’t hold out for a knight in shining armour to come rescue you. All you could do now was find a way to live. By yourself.

PART 2

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hexisqueer · 3 years

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a/n: WELL. im back! *confetti pops out*. i mean, kinda hehe, apologies im absolutely swamped with school and my degrading mental health :). n e way, this is LONG, because i’ve missed writing a lot <3 wrote this for @sykuui, this is long overdue babe tw: verbal and (probably) physical abuse, kuroo just being a gigantic dick, dont come after me pls ily, cheating, swearing word count: 2K (word vomit ;-;) pairing: kuroo x gn!reader genre: angst (if it’s not very good, pls forgiveness, internet person)

What keeps you up at night?

Gentle snores, his soft hair brushing your arm, muffled breaths reminding you that the world knew not of the Kuroo that slept by you at night, unburdened by the worldly dilemmas. For just a few hours every night, he was yours, through and through, in your arms while the clouds drifted across the jet black sky with no destination, and the moment seemed to freeze.

Love, love for Tetsuro, is what kept you up, and it would never have once crossed your naïve mind that love is what would break you, keeping you up, not for the love you felt, but the love that was torn from you.

Simple signs would not tell you what happened, it came crashing down on you all too quick, for he was proficient at hiding it, behind his caring smiles and affectionate touches. His love wasn’t as pure as yours, he did not yearn for you as you did for him, and it showed, eventually enough. The cracks in the relationship built up gradually, slowly but prominently, too wide for either to bandage up alone, and that is how you found yourselves; alone.

He did try to provide for the both of you as best he could, being the sole income earner, and it didn’t always end well when you expressed that maybe he was too occupied by his office for your liking, unable to care for you as he once did throughout high school, when he was attentive to you no matter when you beckoned.

“Tetsuro, welcome home!” You’ve had a long day and not nearly enough time with your husband, deprived of his peppering kisses and gentle strokes of your hair. You get neither, receiving just a simple grunt, and it is clear he has had a grueling time as well. “Dinner is ready when you want it.” He nods slightly, not making eye contact with you yet, his hair appearing even less groomed than usual. You stand on your tip toes to kiss his forehead, but he shoves you away, harder than playful, glaring at you.

Maybe it’s just weariness, but he makes no attempt to apologize. You blink back the sting of tears, walking towards the kitchen to serve the food that you had learnt to make for him. He’s just tired. I’m sure he didn’t mean to push me away. That was the first tear, in the loosely woven fabric that was your relationship, that began as high school sweethearts but was now, you realized only later, becoming too stifling for Tetsuro.

The steam rose of the bowl of rice and curry, curling around your jawline as you carried it to the tall figure seated at the table, with his head in his palms. “Do you want to talk now, baby?” Your question is only answered with another sound of fatigue. You seat yourself beside him, curling your arms around his bicep, watching him lift the spoon to his mouth, trying to make him comfortable. You wanted to show him that you’d be there when he wanted to share his exhaustion with you, never occurring to you that maybe, it was exhaustion of you that plagued Tetsuro’s mind.

“Y/n, can you please be quiet for once?” It was barely a whisper; you weren’t sure if you heard him right.

“Huh?”

“Just shut up for once, god.” The tears stung again. What was with him today? He seemed genuinely mad, but you didn’t know what you had done to make him behave like this.

Little did you know, it wasn’t actually you, but the idea of you. Kuroo had grown to be frustrated with his daily routine, tired that every day was the same, that his life had lost that spark it had when he peaked in high school, your presence monotonous and the marriage empty. He didn’t want it.

“Tetsuro, why would you-?” His hand swiped out, knocking the bowl off the table, a gasp erupting from your mouth. In that moment, all you can think about is to get as far away from him as possible. There is an uncharacteristic bitterness in his eyes, directed towards you as you lie in his line of vision. You flinch as he raises his hand to run fingers through his hair. Without a second thought, he spits his frustration out at you.

“Y/n, I’ve had a long fucking day, and I don’t need you to make it even worse with your constant questioning.” The chair slides back with a scrape, not unlike the scrape of his words against your soul. There is, and always has been, an insecurity bubbling away in you that maybe you aren’t good enough for Tetsuro, maybe he deserves better, maybe you are too overwhelming for the calm male that now stands enraged in front of you.

“You need to learn to shut the fuck up sometimes, because no one wants to listen to your endless whining. I get it, you need constant reassurance that you’re the perfect partner, but I couldn’t be fucking bothered. And you sure aren’t perfect with how clingy you’re being right now. So shut up, and leave me alone.”

Kuroo knocks over a jug of water on his way out, slamming the door over the sound of it shattering as your sobs rack through your body, dry but hard enough to hurt.

Being furious wasn’t a thought that occurred to you, and whether this was his fault made no difference, because it was yourself you blamed when you found him the next day, with his secretary, the bento lunch you had packed him, to resolve the night’s arguments, spilled over the wooden floor, much like the shattered pieces of your heart.

What broke you, was that there was no chase; Tetsuro didn’t come after you, didn’t try to convince you to stay, didn’t try to explain that this was a mistake, didn’t even try to salvage a nine-year long relationship that he tossed out the window of his high-rise office building, not a single second glance back at the spouse that had supported him through his struggles, through thick and through thin, comforting him when things got tough, consoling him as he lost matches, lost money, lost old friends.

Gratitude wasn’t something he had ever considered. You were always there after all, there to ensure that he was happy, that he was content with his unchanging life, the responsibility of being his unpredictable little spark of excitement weighing down on you.

You were gone that night, with hurriedly packed bags, worn out spirit and tears streaming down your face, sparkling as they dripping onto the marbled floor, sparkling like the diamond of your wedding ring that you left behind on the counter top, with one last admiring glance. It was worth a lot, but not enough for what you were being put through. And recognition of that fact is what liberated you, to start your own life, without a Kuroo Tetsuro.

What keeps you up at night?

Y/n. Bubbling laughter and affectionate aura. Everything that was gone, that now made Kuroo’s life… empty; as empty as he had left the relationship, as empty as the void that was once filled with y/n’s warm smiles, that he now attempted to fill with anyone who would throw themselves at him.

A different face to wake up to everyday, but none of them yours, the only one he longed to see, heart aching as though it might burst out of his chest to find its rightful place with you.

The day after you left, he had had no idea that his life would crumble without you, the backbone around which he organized his life, the foundation for his happiness. He knew it was unfair to put the expectation of his functioning on you, but he did it anyway, and without you, he couldn’t wrap his head around the concept that was independence.

“Tetsuro”, his seventh secretary in two months waltzed into the room, carrying a stack of files, discovering him with his head in his hands, glaring up at the one who dared use the name that you had so loving adorned upon him, the word only perfect on your tongue. “Do you want me to spend the night again? You seem tense.”

Kuroo growled, at the audacity they had, suggesting that they were even worth attempting to comfort him like you did. With a swipe of his hands, he knocked the files off the table, standing up to spit his frustrations out at the secretary.

But one glance at the look of apprehension on their face made him buckle, reminding him of the very last night he spent with you, broken jug, bowl of curried rice upside down on the floor. You; cowering from him, frightened of what he would do to you, flinching as he raised his hand.

Dry choking sobs left his mouth, you were afraid of him, the person you had loved more than life itself, given up everything to make happy, and he had never even uttered a word of gratefulness.

Realization engulfed him, leaving him on his knees. He hadn’t shown you how much he loved you, forgetting or simply just ignoring you.

No wonder you were gone, because what was there to stay for, in the dead-end life that you lived, without a loving husband or self-contentment? What had he done? Why had you stayed for so long?

Why had you stayed up all those nights for him?

Tetsuro never could forget about you, the absence of you gnawing away at him, slowly taking over his life. The final straw that broke him irreparably was you, at the national volleyball match that you attended, not for him, but as a sports reporter, beaming in pride in your professional outfit.

Your independence is what did it, because if you could live without him, it mean you would never return. And why should you, after everything he had done, why should you when you had finally found yourself, why should you when there was nothing to return to?

His eyes followed you around, trying to take in as much of you as he could. Interviewing people, smiling at them, the warm smile that was once only for him. Suddenly, your eyes locked, and he froze, standing close enough to see the hurt swim in yours as you lay them upon him, and the moment was over just as quickly as it began.

“Hajime!” What? Why were you yelling out his name, jumping into his arms, fondly glancing up at him with that adoring look, completely forgetting about the one man that had been missing you for so long? Why weren’t you running back to him instantly? Did you not love him?

But Kuroo knew the truth.

You did love him, just, not anymore. He had lost you the second he took you for granted. And he wanted to yell that he would never do it again, come back to him, please just stay with him, he will always love you.

He couldn’t. The beam reaching from end to end of your glowing face, words bubbling over as Iwaizumi held you close, it was too bright to interrupt. The sparkle in your eyes not unlike the diamond that sparkled on your wedding ring, the one he still kept in his pocket, in hope that you would one day, return to him, forgive him, love him again. But-

Kuroo knew that he didn’t keep you up at night anymore.

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wowpindrop · 3 years

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~~~~ This was reposted from my Wattpad @thatguyinzecorner ~~~~

Argument

Warning: Some inexplicit language used. So dont read if your not above the age of concent.

You and your boyfriend Vision hardly ever argued. You had only had two in your five months together. Usually you made up in at least an hour. But not today.

You were just lounging in your room, late at night, when you realised that Vision had left his phone there after watching Netflix with you, before retreating back to his own a few minutes ago.

Your eyelids had become droopy, shielding your y/e/c eyes from the bright lights of your room.

You jolted awake, to the sound of Vision's phone ringing. You groaned, and looked to your left, your y/h/c hair flopping across your body.

You picked up the phone, which was lying on the bedside cabinet next to you. The number you didnt recognise, and you waited for them to leave a message, as you felt as though you shouldn't answer as it wasnt your buisness (well not yet anyway, if you see what I mean ;)).

The phone went silent, and Vision's British voice rang around the room, requesting for them to leave a message:

Beep:

"Hi Vis, it's Jenny. Just wondering if I could come round tonight for us to get up to our usual antics.

Wait no. That's not a good idea. Y/n will be there wouldnt they, that's too risky. Wouldnt want her finding out would we *insert irritating laugh here*.

Ok, baby. See you whenever. Bye."

The line was cut. Tears clouded your vision, you couldn't believe he would do this to you. You were also a bit confused how he hid it from you.

You decided to confront him over it, or else it would just keep plaguing your mind until you did.

You found him in the kitchen, just sitting reading, looking oh so innocent. Most of the others were in there too, doing other stuff, you were intent on making a scene. You stormed in and stood over him, glaring down.

"Yes, my love." He looked up to your eye level.

"Random question. Would you ever cheat on me?" You asked, arms folded. He gulped.

"No. No of course not, why- why would you think that."

"Oh. No reason. Maybe just because a girl called Jenny just called your phone, asking if she could come over TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU." you exclaimed raising your voice at the end part to really catch the others attention. You could tell from his expression that this information was true.

Everyone looked up from what they were doing and giving many confused expressions.

"Ummm, Y/n, I dont really think this is any of our business, could you take it somewhere else?" Steve asked politely, and you caught Nat giving you a sympathizing look, to which you weakly smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, sure. Sorry for disturbing you guys."

You practically dragged Vision to your room and slammed the door behind you.

"HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON FOR." you yelled, making him flinch.

"For a start, I dont see how it any buisness of yours what I do with other girls." He replied smoothly, almost like he had rehersed for this conversation.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME. IM YOUR GIRLFRIEND. DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?" Tears streamed down your face, as you brought a shaking hand through your hair.

" W- why. I know I'm slightly overweight and socially awkward. I thought none of that mattered to you." You sobbed, sliding down the wall.

"You- you dont understand y/n."

"WHAT COULD I NOT UNDERSTAND, HMMM. I THOUGHT YOU WERE LOYAL, DIFFERENT EVEN. BUT NO. YOU'RE JUST AS SICK AND TWISTED AS THE REST OF THEM."

This, this broke you. You thought he cared, was there for you. Of course. He was an Avenger, girls swooned to him all the time, why would you be special?

Vision was in silence, looking at the floor.

"How many times was it?" You whispered after you had somewhat calmed down.

"Seven."

"SEVEN? SERIOUSLY." You shouted again.

Nat burst in through the door. She took one look at you and immediately knew what the matter was, she was your best friend after all.

She sat next to you, sending Vision a glare. She had a quiet conversation with you, one that he couldn't hear.

When you were finished, she stood approaching Vision, red hair swooping behind her.

"What the hell did she do to deserve a cheating, lying, little bitch like you?" She sneered, shoving him violently in the chest. He stumbled backwards, again he said nothing, just avoided eye contact with both of you.

She went back to you, stroking your hair caringly, as you lay in her lap, reassuring you everything was going to be ok as you silently sobbed.

Vision silently left the room in silence, knowing that you needed space.

#vision marvel #vision angst #vision #avengers angst #avengers fanfiction #avengers x reader #avengers x reader angst #marvel fanfic #marvelangst #marvel angst #marvel

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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Downtown Detour

ayo its ya boi back with more timari and ignoring my wips cuz im plagued with timari brainrot

written in the same au as:

Rooftop Rendezvous and

Alleyway Altercation (NSFW)

AO3 link to the series

Timari 2.2K words, no warnings other than references to intimate relations

Summary:

“Red Robin makes a breakthrough in his investigation of the new Gotham Rogue and goes to confront her about it.”

without further ado

Tim could not believe this. The new Rogue, Karma—Marinette Dupain-Cheng— had been spotted a total of three times since their last encounter by either his brothers or the cops and none have been able to subdue her for more than fleeting seconds. She was caught breaking into a politician’s house when the man was away on another one of his exotic hunting trips; another artefact was stolen from the museum after that, one they were unable to retrieve; and finally she was last seen escaping from Robin by the mayor’s office, only no one know what was taken from there. All three times she was spotted and nothing to show for it other than bruised egos and missing items.

During his little investigation into her supposed civilian name, he came across a series of interesting police reports from Paris, France of all places. A penchant for grand theft auto since her teenage years as well as a series of vandalism and reports of stolen student records from her high school at the time. There was even a rescinded expulsion, a litany of suspensions and a plethora of unexcused absences. She was a cookie cutter criminal in the making. But for Tim, it didn’t make sense. While all the evidence points to a child delinquent grown into an adult criminal, something about the situation set Tim’s teeth on edge. There was something missing. Something she wanted Tim to find out, if her giving him her name was anything to go by. But what?

She had no local address on file and the last piece of legal information that had any traceable location was a one-way ticket to Shanghai from four years ago. Immediately after her high school graduation. All her social media was deleted around the same time. She had effectively gone off the grid up until her emergence as a part of Gotham less than stellar night life. But why?

A closer look at her time in Paris led him to discover an interesting trend but it wasn’t anything concrete. Starting about when Karma—Marinette— was thirteen, her unexcused absences lined up with some of their infamous akuma attacks. While at first it could be argued that many children had unexcused absences in the beginning, and she had less than perfect attendance even before then, her disappearances also coincided with attacks far from her school which was where she should have been at those times. Then there were reports filed by police who spoke with her parents about her sneaking out at night which also lined up with notable akuma attacks. Either she was an overzealous fan of the city’s temporary heroes, or she was constantly in the thick of the action and kept it a secret from people close to her, letting her reputation suffer for it.

‘Trust me, I know all about acting in the name of the greater good. The good-girl act got tiring after a few years,’ she had said. ‘Much more rewarding to give into your own self-interests,’ she continued. ‘Something you could try emulating.’

Her words echoed in his mind. He never thought much of them before, his mind preoccupied with other things her mouth was doing that night. It could also be chalked up to everyone being the hero of their own story and she had just coloured her own experiences. But just maybe…

Before he could entertain that train of thinking, his phone alarm was alerting him of his scheduled patrol. Hopefully he could catch a hold of his current person of interest and get some more answers. And perhaps get a read on what her intentions are in this city. With him.

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The skyline was a welcoming sight as he flung himself from building to building. The wind beneath him carried him across the sky like an actual bird and the thrill of the freefall lit his nerves on fire. His route was quiet but his appearance should coax out a certain thief. Red Hood was investigating a weapons smuggling deal that was set to take place by the Gotham Harbour. Nightwing was back in Bludhaven with Signal, introducing him to nighttime patrol. Robin and Black Bat were tracking a drug deal that was rumoured to disrupt the balance of the Narrows. Spoiler was with Batman doing their regular routes and Batwoman was doing her own thing somewhere. Oracle, as always, was on standby on comms and monitoring everything. This was the perfect opportunity for Karma to strike so Red Robin just had to be patient. The night was young.

An hour into his sweep of the city and Oracle was patching him into a radio call about a break-in in some pawnshop back in the Fashion District. It wasn’t on his route tonight but Oracle figured that with their likely suspect, and his arrangement with her, he was their best shot at apprehending her. If only temporarily.

He arrived at the pawnshop without fanfare and found the storefront window broken into. Further inspection led him face to face with the object of his affection. Karma was posed calmly behind the cashier counter rifling through an assortment of jewelry that was left on display in the glass cases. It was only the faint twitch in her eyebrow that indicated her awareness of his presence. Other than that he went completely ignored. That won’t do. Not tonight. He approached her slowly and stopped on the other side of the counter, leaning into her space. He could faintly smell her rose-scented perfume. Her strawberry shampoo. Even the cherry lip gloss she wears under the mask. He’s tasted it enough times to know how strong it was. For a vision clad in black she was rather fond of red flavours.

“Can I help you, Tweety Bird?” her voice was soft, sprinkled with faux indifference, not wanting to disrupt the background noise of rings and necklaces clanking together. She hasn’t looked at him once.

“Breaking and entering and attempted theft are serious crimes, Karma.” He saw a faint twitch of amusement in her eyebrow but her posture was relaxed and non-assuming.

“That’s not why you’re here. That’s not why I’m here either.” Her eyes sweep up to him as she stops searching the jewelry. She’s staring intently at him as if he’s to understand the meaning behind the words she’s not saying. He does. They’ve played this back and forth before. Danced their little tango of push and pull.

“You wanted to see me then? Thought this was the best way to get my attention, hmm?” He leaned in, pressing his weight more into the counter. She matched his advance and propped her face in the palm of her hand. Her finger tapped on her mask. He figured if the accessory wasn’t there she’d be biting that finger instead.

“Well it worked. Didn’t it? You’re here after plenty of time to conduct a rather thorough investigation into who I am. Or was.” She took off the mask, finally, and he was right. Her lips were shining in the dim light of the night with the familiar hues of her lip gloss. He presses on to not let himself get distracted by the slight smile on her face.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. Paris, born and raised. Above average student in terms of grades but a disciplinary streak about a hundred miles wide.” At this her head tilts in amusement. Her faint nod encourages him to divulge all the aspects of his research. “Absences and tardies more often than any recorded presences. About twelve suspensions in the span of three years and a rescinded expulsion when you were about fourteen. A couple run-ins with the police in regards to charges of theft and property destruction.” Her face scrunched in an adorable pout at that as if it were a reminder of an embarrassing moment and not outlines of criminal offenses.

“Definitely not my finer moments, I assure, but keep going. You’re doing so well,” she interrupted him. She had shifted so that she could jump over the counter and sit atop it, her legs crossed and her arms bearing her weight behind her. Red Robin was temporarily silenced by the arch in her back and the lean lines of her exposed neck. He rose to his full height; just barely reaching her shoulder, due to her new vantage point.

“You disappeared after your high school graduation, my investigation says you ran off to Shanghai but I believe there’s more to it than that.” She had uncrossed her legs to accommodate him between them and drew him closer by his shoulders. Acting on instinct, his arms found purchase on her waist and he was brushing the pad of his gloved thumb across the exposed skin. It was uncharacteristically soft but neither heeded mind to it.

“You think there’s more to me than that?” She leans in, almost breathing the same air as him. “You’d be the first,” she continued while snaking a hand up his neck to scratch lightly at his scalp. The touch sent shivers down his spine and had his toes curling in anticipation.

“So tell me then,” he licked his lips and stared at her through the film of his mask. “What is Paris’s Lady Luck doing here causing mischief in Gotham?” The question was a gamble and could upset the rapport he had with Karma. He was the team’s only lead on her, for better or worse, and he didn’t want to ruin whatever it was between them.

It was probably the right thing to say though, because she hasn’t left him yet but instead was staring at him with something indescribable in her eyes. Excitement? Approval? Affection? Red Robin wasn’t sure what to make of the glimmer of emotion in her eyes other than to take it as a good sign.

“You got this far in your investigation, Tweety Bird,” she leaned in closer, just a hair’s width away. “Why ruin the chase and tell you everything now?” Her lips were brushing against his as she spoke and the cherry flavour was almost distracting. His tongue peaked out to swipe a stronger taste. The arms around her waist tightened and he pulled her to the edge of the counter, her legs wrapping around him on instinct.

“Surely you could reward me for figuring out this much, right?” His voice was pitched so low if she wasn’t already breathing in his words he would have worried that she didn’t hear him. “After all, it’s not everyday someone discovers the identity of the allusive Ladybug.”

“The bird wants a reward, does he?” She finally sealed his lips with hers, stealing any half-baked retort he might have had. This kiss was different from the multitude they’ve exchanged in their times together, carrying over the unanswered emotions from their last encounter and introducing new ones into the mix. The air felt still and cool on his face and the fingers in his hair tightened even further.

They were like that for what felt like hours but was merely a few minutes; just calmly exchanging kisses, nothing straying beyond that silently defined line. They didn’t need anymore for tonight. Karma had taken to progress this further by trailing her lips to the sharp cut of his jaw. She alternated between small kisses and even smaller bites as she made her way up to his ear. Her breath was warm against the shell of his ear and he leaned into the faint contact. A lick and a bite later, her lips were curled up into a smirk as her hand in his hair held him in place.

They stayed like that for moments lost to time. Neither making the next move, nerves buzzing with anticipation. He felt an itch for more that only she could scratch and she was denying him that satisfaction. Despite that he made no inclination to instigate more, letting the ball stay in her court. After more silent minutes he felt rather than heard her chuckle against his ear. She jumped off the counter, pressing every curve of her body against his. Even then, he unconsciously tried to pull her closer, pressing her against his front and the tempered glass of the counter. Before he could do as he pleased with his new leverage, she wiggled out of his grasp and moved towards the broken storefront window, mask in hand.

“It was great to see you tonight,” she throws a glance over her shoulder, readjusting the mask over the lower half of her face. “And I’m glad my assumptions of you were right.”

“What assumptions? What do you mean?” The confusion was almost palpable beneath the traces of cherries. He moved to reach for her, to keep her here for a bit longer. To explain herself. To not leave him. She evaded his grasp and leapt out the broken window. From outside the building she turned to him and aimed what was clearly Red Robin’s grappling hook out to the nearest building.

Instead of answering him she chuckled and tilted her head in amusement at his growing distress.

“See you around, Tim.” Her parting words were lost to the air as she shot off with the grapple into the night. Red Robin stood frozen, rooted in place at the use of his civilian name. How did she know? Who exactly did he decide to get entangled with? Among the cacophony of new questions one thing was for certain.

He was utterly fucked.

#maribat #timari #timinette #ml x dc #this is tame to others in this little mini series #tumblr dont fucking try me #surprisingly NOT hornknee hours #i know i surprised myself with this one too

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inazumaniai · 2 years

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Easing the large wooden door to the clan estate closed, Izumo quietly stepped out into the Inazuman night. The late night sounds of the city muffled by the falling rain and distant thunder. The weather left an ominous feeling pooling in the pit of his stomach, while his mind was plagued with thoughts of Master Domon. The once passionate and dedicated swordsman reduced to shell of his former self after having his vision taken from him. Still conflicted about the Decree itself due to his own family's relationship with the Tenryou commission he concluded it would just be best if he took a trip to Watatsumi island. There at least he would have some time to think. However it seems getting there would be difficult... Waiting at the courtyard gate and illuminated by the nearby lanterns was a familiar silhouette holding an umbrella.

With a sigh Izumo stepped out into the rain and close enough to speak with the figure, while also maintaining a healthy distance just in case. “Father.”

“Son, I hope you have a good reason for being out this late...” His fathers tone made it very clear he hadn’t changed his stance on the decree’s.

Izumo let out another sigh. “Im leaving, for Watatsumi Island. I have nothing but respect and admiration for the Shogun, but taking away people’s visions? Its not right. You saw what it did to Domon Sensei, how is that what’s right for Inazuma?!”

“It is not our place to question the Will of the Almighty Shogun. But would she have chosen this course of action if it weren’t right for Inazuma? She promised she would usher Inazuma into a blissful eternity, and my trust in her and that future has never wavered... You are my son, and I love you dearly. But I can not, no I will not stand by and watch you dishonor both yourself and the family like this.”

The once distant sound of thunder drew closer and closer as his father raised his voice.

“Im sorry to hear that dad. But I won’t let anyone, even the Shogun herself take my ambitions from me...“

Before he could continue he was cut off by a particularly loud clap of thunder as a bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod atop a nearby building. The strike lit up the sky and bathed the city in a purple glow for but a brief moment. Just long enough to reveal the squad of Shogunate soldiers waiting in the darkness behind his father.

“Well I had hoped it would not come to this, but its clear I won’t be able to convince you.” His father sighed as the soldiers stepped into the light and entered the courtyard. “Just don’t kill him please, that’s all I ask.” He said to them before crossing the courtyard, passing Izumo in silence before heading up the steps of the estate.

Frowning Izumo drew his sword and flipped it over in his grip so he would be hitting with the blunt back of the blade.

“I really don’t want to do this, but if you wont give me any other choice. Then there is nothing left for me to say. Lets just get this over with...”

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The rest of the city was none the wiser as the rain and thunder drowned out the sounds of the ultimately brief fight. The shogunate soldiers had been dispatched with relative ease, suffering mostly minor injuries and at worst a broken bone or two. Izumo gave one last look back at the clan household and sighed before exiting the courtyard and setting off. Initially to Watatsumi Island however circumstances would force him to flee Inazuma entirely. Using the last of the gold he could scrounge up and taking on a considerable debt to pay for passage to Liyue before the country was closed off entirely.

#〤IC〤 #〤Headcanons〤 #//Originally wanted to write the combat out entirely but Ive already taken so long to get this much done #//And I dont want to hold up the replies I owe any longer

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zuffer-weird-girl · 3 years

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You want a chubby Kai hurt/comfort ask? Alright chubby Kai feels that he doesn’t look good enough to be with angel because Angel has this one handsome friend so Angel asks him what’s wrong

"For God's sake..." he grumbled as he was having a battle against the buttons of his shirt, trying to close his attire to just start the day for once.

"Need any help love?" You giggled from the bathroom as hos golden orbs narrowed before sighing and rolling his eyes. Giving uo on the dress shirt and hoing for anothe rone on his closet instead.

He would be lying if he blame it on you for his gain weight but was not entirely wrong about the issue as well. He had spacked off on his aleating habbits a bit over the past year, still remaining eating healthy things like always but increasing his appetite with some... appetitiziers you had suggested.

"Hey dont get mad at me!" You cooed as he huffed a annoyed sigh, buttoning up his shirt before he tensed at your warm embrace from behind while nuzzling on his shoulders blades.

"Enough." His hands brushed you off but you smiled instead of being offended. Knowing that even despite the years of dating, your boyfriend wasn't one used to touch neither be touched... but the tips of his ears getting all red over a simple kiss on his back and hug told you everything that he packed off on saying.

"Geez, grumpy today aren't we?" You pouted as he fixed his shirt and put on his jacket.

"If you stop commenting about my humor dearest I will take you out to that place you wanted badly." He flinched at your excited and surprised gasp before receiving a kiss on his covered cheek as you printed off to get your things as he scoffed, gloved fingers brushing against the area where your lips had been.

"There's that stand of crepes over there!" You tugged on his jacket as he deadpanned at you.

"If I remember correctly you saw the issue with my prwvious shirt this morning didn't you?" He arched one of his eyebrows up as you pouted.

"Is just a shirt Kai! Come on!!" You looked at him with puppy eyes "Is not every day we get one pleasee??"

That damn look of yours was gonna be the death of him...

Sighing and hating himself at already feeling aome sorta of craving for the sweet, he picked his wallet on his pocket as you squealed happily.

No one could tell by looking at his eyes that he was actually happy... seing your face brighten up like that just because of a simple sweet that HE bought to you was slightly... like a warm feeling inside his chest.

He could simply overhaul someone or his commurates that joked that he had grew "soft" on both ways because of you... but he couldn't deny it either.

"Which one will you get?" You asoed with a smile as he handed the cash and soon got his napkin put to rub his gloved hands.

"None. You asked for it, so only you get one." He eyed your pouty lips as he sighed, rubbing your cheek affectionaly, a rare sign of affection from him "Stop with that face. Im fine."

The man handed the sweet to you as he walked a bit away, waiting for you to catch up with him until he noticed you talking excitedly with another male.

His eyes immediately narrowed at the sign but before he could actually just pry you off and kill the young male he notices something... the guy had a fair share of muscles, much more than he jad before gaining weight. He was constantly speaking with a bright smile on his face as he stood way too close to his liking near you.

You... actually looked like a coupke from afar.

His teeth gritted as his hands tightened into fits... remenbering that for a long time now he couldn't even see himself in the freacking mirror anymore. Not only he had an illness but also was disgusting on appearance as well?

Constantly he got intrusive thoughts that you should have someone better. A man that could bare to have you clinged onto him qithout getting tense over it, a guy who actually took you out on dates constantly and also didn't got you in danger like he did... someone with better appearance...

"Kai?" His thoughts were interrupted when he heard your voice, looking at him with some sorta of worry "You're standing there for a while now... didn't even came when I called you to meet my friend."

He stayes quiet.. bored look locked with yours as he merely sighed, started to walk and waved at you.

"I have other places to be with. Need to finish a job Pops assigned to me."

"Oh.." you muttered, dissapointed present on yoir voice at only heating he was going to be busy for the rest of the day "Then maybe on the evening we-"

"Dont wait up. I might only be free by night time." He eued you for a bit before sighing and looking ahead of him "Dont bother with it."

"I see.." you muttered, his heart clenching at seing you, once so cheerful now just looking like a cloud was over your head...

Yet he decided to ignore.

He couldn't even concetrate on his work anymore... evertime he got closer to qrite or sign somwtjing he could feel his stomach double over as the movement made his ahirt and pants feel tigher than before.

"Fucking fat ass." He growled in anger as he signed with more forece than necessary a paper and almost threw it on some pile before heating some knocks "Say your name and bussines."

"Hi." You cooed, showing aprehensively your face on the door as he arched an eyebrow at your presence.

"I recalled you had other places to be qith at this time?" He said while looking at the clock stuck on the wall as you aproached his desk with a cup.

"Yeah, but it got cancelled... So-!" You put the warm cup on his desk "I thought maybe a treat could bright up the day of my handsome boyfriend."

He scoffed at that word... "handsome"... sure, as if he could be now in the state he is in.

"What is this?" He looked down at the cup and saw a white cloud with bits of caramel on top of it.

"A frappuccino!" You skiled brightly "I saw it on the menu of a cafeteria and I thought you might like it."

His eyes soften at your gesture but still he was adamant on just even breathing near that thing... it looked like one gulp of that he could gain at least 100 pounds...

"I appreciate your gesture, but Im curring all the sugary things for now." He scoffed while pushing the drink back to you before turning to get on his laptop.

The hurt you felt wasn't what bothered you but what Chisaki has been doing all day... Getting away from you like you were the plague and everything eatible at this point.

"Ok. I know how much you hate when I get like this, but what the hell is going on?" Your words seemes to stop Chisaki right when he was about to write something as he looked at you with only one narrowed eye...

"I beg you pardon?"

"Kai you cant say to me that you dont like caramel anymore! You hadn't eat nothing but a freacking apple all day and been avoiding me as well!" You exclaimed qith open arms, lowering them as well as your gaze, feeling your vision burn a bit at the feeling of tears forming "Did... did I do something..?"

A sigh once again escaped his lips, gloved fingers brushing over his darkbrow looks as he thought over his next words... Lying would get him no where and he absolietly hated the aspect of it...

Getting up he walked over you. His fingers picking on your chin and tilting it up to meet his eyes.

"You did nothing. Its only a problem of mine."

"So what is it?" You put your bottom lip out as your eyebrows furrowed. The sign of it made his own furrow deep as his jaw tighten.

"... I.." he sighed, seeing that you wouldn't back off until you knew exactly what was going on "The incident with the shirt and that encounter you had quth your friend just.. Made me think that I fallen out of shape... If I dont stop with this nonsense I might look like that filthy hero fatgum or worse... I wouldn't want you to have shame while walking besides me anyway."

It was so quiet after he finished his rants he swore he could hear his hearbeat on your ears as he waited anxiously for some sorta of response to him. Anything. Really.

"... all this because you gained a couple of pounds?" Ypu finally asked as he gritted his teeth, only to widenhis eyes at the few giggles that escaped your mouth "S-Seriously?"

"You little br-" before he could finish it yoh had pulles his mask down to kiss his lips. The shock was evident on his eyes and his body was tense and arms awkwardly hanging in the air until finally he eased uo and holdee your waist while finally kissing you back.

"You should know by now.." you panted after the kiss ended "That no matter the size or shape, I love you. Just like you dont care a bit if I gained or lost weight you love me to no ends..." you cupped his cheek as he could only stare deep i to your eyes. Someyhing you didn't know, it was that he was looking at you with so much love and adoration that even hurted.

"So that friend of yours you dont have any interest?" He carresed your hips with his thumb as you shook your head with a smile, rubbing noses against eachother.

"Nope."

"Perfect. One less sick in this world." He smirked at your gasp and call of his name in desperation, but you stoll remained glued to him.

The moment he could describe as it almost perfect if it wasn't for some intruder.

"Hey fatass we got a problem down and you need to get there." He only arched an eyebrow at Rappa but soon felt the dark airea coming out of you as you stared at Rappa with rage.

"Kai.. my beautiful man. Would you mind if I take someyhing of your office for just a bit?" He eyed you suspociouslu but nodded.

His eyes widened when you grabbed the sword Pops gave to him years ago and chased after Rappa screaming obscenities that he never thought he would have heard it from you. Especially from you.

He stared a bit astonished at where you left only to notice the drink you had brought to him. Taking into his hand he took a tentative sip before sighing in bliss.

"Sweet.."

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter Seventeen//

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Something wasn't right.

"It doesn't make sense," Cassian said; all of us gathered around the map laid out on the large table in the library. "I've rotated my most trusted legion across every single Illyrian camp since the summit, including the ones we know haven't sided with Kallon—just in case, and nothing."

Azriel shook his head, as equally astonished as Cassian was at the lack of intel they had been working tirelessly to achieve in the last couple of weeks.

"My spies haven't found anything either, on any front." He said, hazel eyes growing hard as they scanned over the maps and reports spread out before us.

Two months had officially passed since our summit meeting and our tenure of peace was now plagued by stress. In the months that passed, Cassian and Azriel worked together to keep a watchful eye on the traitors in our court—the latter keeping his network of spies focused on Keir and his Darkbringer army, while the former kept a strict watch on the rebellious Illyrian camp lords. As our second and third in command, Mor and Amren not only attended to their duties in Velaris, but also visited the Hewn City on mine and Rhys's behalf—a show of force and distraction while Azriel's spies lurked in the shadows. In the last few weeks, Rhys and I corresponded with the other High Lords and Eris, updating them on whatever intel we managed to gather, and them offering us any information they might have regarding the Autumn Court and promising to keep alert on their end.

But as of late, there was nothing. No movement whatsoever from Keir, Kallon, or Beron.

We initially received a report a couple of weeks following the summit that our steward had called for a stall in his plans, and because of that we assumed the trio were biding their time in order to regroup and organize new plans to strike before my due date—now a short twenty-odd weeks away, but it was taking them too long.

No, something definitely wasn't right, and we all knew it.

"Is it possible they're folding back on the coup?" Elain asked, amid the tense silence that had befallen us.

Nesta placed a hand on the back of her chair, standing just to her side with Cassian on the other. "Keir wouldn't just give up on killing Feyre, the High Lord, or their child," she said, as blunt as ever.

I grimaced and Mor threw her a disapproving stare, but Amren loosed a long-held breath through her nose.

"The girl is right. They aren't pulling back on their plans now, but they are plotting something." she said, turning her silver gaze to Rhys and me.

I sighed, an idle hand running along the line of my belly—a considerable size now that I was nearing the end of the second stage of pregnancy. The baby inside was mercifully calm in light of the topics we discussed, which I was thankful for since my other symptoms weren't; a dull headache creeping in at my temples since I awoke this morning, and my lower back muscles sore with my new weight.

I drummed my fingers on the tabletop, readjusting myself in the chair I sat in for the hundredth time since the start of our meeting. "Could Keir be plotting something on his own?" I asked as Rhys offered me a hand up, wanting to help mitigate some of the ache in my back and hips temporarily.

"It's possible," he answered as I took his hand, standing with a heavy sigh.

I kneaded a sore spot on my back as I turned to look at Cassian and Azriel—who were watching me with equal concern and glancing at my swollen stomach. "Your reports say that Kallon hasn't corresponded much lately with Keir?" I asked, addressing Azriel.

The shadowsinger cast a wary glance at my mate, something they had all begun doing recently anytime they had bad news to share—as if they were afraid the information would harm me or the baby. The only ones who didn't tip-toe around me were Amren and Nesta, and I was grateful for it. As increasingly uncomfortable as I was becoming the more my belly grew, my mood swings now tended to lean more and more towards irritation. The last thing I needed was everyone trying to handle me as if I were made of porcelain.

I sighed in frustration. "You don't need to coddle me, Az. None of you do. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can't handle reading reports or operating during the threat of a coup." I snapped, harsher than I meant to.

I felt Rhys rest a hand on the small of my back; knowing he gave the spymaster a curt nod of approval, and Azriel, Mother bless him, dipped his head in apology. "You're right. Most of the messengers sent between them with letters or verbal messages have come from Kallon but have gone ignored in the last few weeks."

"From what I've seen, the stupid sot has been feeling slighted by that bastard and he's called off sending those imploring letters to the camp lords who haven't yet sided with him." Cassian added, "He's waiting for Keir."

"Because he knows he needs them," Mor scoffed.

"The steward is definitely concocting something," Amren said coolly and motioned to my sisters.

"Tell them what you saw, girl," she said to Elain.

We all turned to her, Nesta going rigid at her side—nails digging into the wood of Elain's chair.

"You saw something?" I asked her.

She frowned as she nodded, scanning the other faces in the room. "I had a vision the other night, of Vassa. She's our ally so I didn't think much of it at first, but last night the vision came to me again and it was...different," she explained, her eyes beginning to go vacant as she recalled the details.

"What happened in the vision?" Azriel asked, trying to gently coax her back in the conversation.

Her eyes were still distant as she turned her attention to him, as if he grounded her during these moments. "I saw just her face at first, she looked distraught as she gave some kind of warning. I couldn't make out the exact words," she said, shame quivering her voice as she looked at her lap.

"That's okay, Elain." Azriel said, stepping closer to her side and to my surprise, Nesta didn't flinch. "What else?" he asked again.

Elain sighed shakily. "Then, last night...I saw her face again, giving the same warning, and then...a weeping firebird sweeping over land before setting fire to it."

My eyes went wide, turning to look at Rhys as we both recalled the connection her new vision had with the previous one from months ago. A great-winged animal sweeping over a grassy knoll. Only now we knew that animal was a firebird, one that Elain also warned us of during the war. We all must've had the same realization, because within seconds we exchanged worried glances. Silent conversations passing mind-to-mind between my mate and his brothers, as well as Mor and Amren.

"I'm sorry," Elain whispered, staring at her lap again. "For not saying anything sooner, I just assumed her warning was about the coup. I didn't get any other details until I saw it in my dreams."

"You didn't do anything wrong Elain," I said reassuringly. "We're all working with the information we have."

Rhys nodded. "Cassian and Azriel will go to the Mortal Lands and check in with Vassa, Jurian and Lucien. I'll send a letter ahead of them, and we can hope we get there before Keir does."

"You think Keir will move against the Mortal Lands?" Nesta asked, silent horror hidden behind those blue-grey eyes.

"He knows of the ties Lucien has with them. If he can take them down and sever whatever bond Lucien has with the Queen before they can ally with us against him, that's an advantage for him with the Autumn Court," Cassian explained.

"We need to monitor them as well," I added quickly. "In case Beron decides to work on Keir's behalf to sweeten the pot in whatever deal they've struck."

"I'll send my spies," Azriel said, nodding at me in acknowledgement.

"You'll both leave tomorrow," Rhys ordered them. His violet eyes were hardened, wings flaring slightly as they began detailing out new plans.

Go with them. I urged through the bond.

The hand that held my waist only tightened slightly. I can't leave you behind, Feyre, not with something like this brewing

I'll be safe with Mor and Amren here in Velaris.

I'm going to take you and your sisters to the Cabin until we get word back from Cassian and Azriel. Mor and Amren can guard Velaris

Or you can leave me and my sisters at the Cabin and meet up with Azriel and Cassian.

He gave me a weary look, but I squeezed his hand. The three of us will be safe there. No one outside our family knows of its location, and no one can winnow inside. We'll be taken care of until you three return, and you can keep me updated.

I saw the contemplation swirl in his violet eyes, knew that behind his adamant shields he saw the sense in my words but was still reluctant. His hand came to rest on my stomach carefully, earning a delightful kick from our son—who seemed to have awoken during our silent exchange.

I can't leave you. And even through the bond I could hear the strain in his voice.

I sighed, but before I could argue further, Cassian cleared his throat. "We'd be better suited if we had the High Lord at our side, since the High Lady is incapacitated at the moment."

Azriel nodded in agreement, "If there is a threat to the Mortal Lands, we'll need a more competent diplomat present to warn and ready them for the strike."

Rhys's gaze hardened again as he met his brothers urging stares. They knew as well as I did that my mate was on edge, his nerves only growing more unsettled in recent weeks, making him more protective of me and our child. He hardly left my side at all these past few months, so the opportunity to go out and perform his duties as High Lord would help alleviate the tension growing through our bond once again.

I squeezed his hand reassuringly, those hardened violet eyes growing softer as they met with mine. We'll be waiting here, safe, until you come back. Go warn our friends in the Mortal Lands, and then we can finally take care of Keir.

His eyes landed on my stomach once again before he loosed a breath through his nostrils and nodded in acknowledgement at his brothers.

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"Do you think she's alright?" Elain asked.

Her quiet inquiry interrupted my stormy thoughts as I stared out the window of the sitting room. Only a couple of hours had passed since the Illyrian brothers carried us up to the safety of the cabin; Cassian holding Nesta, Azriel taking a flushed Elain, and Rhys hauling me and my swollen belly. I had made a sly comment about the burden of my new weight to Rhys in the hopes to ease his apprehensiveness and was glad when he smugly reassured me of his otherworldly strength with his trademark feline grin, before depositing me on the steps leading to the Cabin. My heart tugged at the memory of the two of us having escaped here only weeks before, but we all knew this was the safest place for me and my sisters at the moment. Mor and Amren remained in Velaris, as we had all agreed on, and moved to monitor the city from the House of Wind as an extra precautionary step.

I turned away from the window, having stared at the mountains surrounding us since Rhys kissed me and my belly goodbye. "Vassa is fierce, and well-guarded thanks to Lucien and Jurian," I reassured her.

"She's still got that curse," Nesta scoffed from her place on the loveseat across from where Elain sat.

Elain frowned and I glared at my eldest sister. "Yes, but thanks to the bargain father made for her temporary release, we've been able to extend it and she hasn't been forced into her firebird form in over a decade," I explained.

"But my visions haven't been wrong yet. What if she is forced into it?" Elain pressed.

I sighed and crossed over to where she sat, using the arm of the chair to help lower myself onto the plush seat—noting how cautiously Nesta eyed my movements. "We still don't know what your vision meant. Perhaps Vassa shifts into her firebird form in order to aid us in the coup?"

"She was weeping as she set the fire," Nesta interjected.

I sighed and pressed a hand against my temple, messaging it lightly in an attempt to relieve the stress beginning to build up. Elain leaned over to rest her hand over mine gently, "Let's talk about something else. You were right, Vassa is strong and we won't know anything until Rhysand, and the others return."

I nodded in agreement with a faint smile, moving my hand to rest on my stomach. "How have you been feeling? You've been so busy serving as High Lady that Nesta and I haven't seen you much lately," she asked.

Nesta interrupted before I had a chance to reassure her. "You need to allow yourself more time to rest. You're nearing the end stages of your pregnancy, and the strain of all of this isn't good for your youngling. Let that High Lord and assistant of yours take care of matters from now on," she scolded.

Elain and I balked at her, equally shocked that she was being so stern with me again. I had noticed fairly early in my pregnancy that Nesta was growing increasingly vigilant of me—concerning herself more with the welfare of the child I carried, and after what Cassian revealed to me weeks ago, I now understood why. Despite her brute facade, she cared about me and worried about the fate of my child; perhaps as any older sister would.

I swallowed the irrational tears and sob that built up in my throat, a reaction I now involuntarily had every so often, and sat up a little straighter. "It's not that simple," I reasoned. "I'm still High Lady and given the concerning reports and lack of intel we've obtained in the last couple weeks, I've had to work together with Rhys to reach out to the other courts and meet with the rest of the inner circle."

"They're all thinking the same thing, except maybe Amren. They want you to rest more and let them handle this situation," Nesta went on. "They're just too scared to hurt your feelings or upset you, or whatever idiotic reason it is, not to tell you."

"Oh, but you aren't afraid to do any of that, are you?" I asked a bit bitterly—beginning to second guess my earlier sentiments.

"I'm not, because I see the toll this pregnancy is having on you and unlike the others, I'm not afraid to bring it up and say what needs to be said." She argued, hands placed on her lap with striking elegance—even though her words were anything but.

I hardened my stare at her, our identical blue-grey eyes cold with contempt; hers out of unyielding concern, and mine out of...reluctant understanding. It was no secret that my pregnancy was difficult, increasingly so since the early stages. There were periods of time when I felt fine, energetic and able to accomplish multiple tasks in a day, but there were still days where the lingering nausea and fatigue left me in bed for hours at a time. That, accompanied by the new onslaught of pelvic pains, back aches, and my rush of hormones caused me to be frequently disgruntled. Rhys, being the overbearing mother-hen he always tended to be whenever I felt the least bit poorly, did his best to console me. The others did as well, to the point where I believed they were coddling me. It wasn't until now that I realized they only wanted me to remain at ease; knowing the risk of any stress on me or the baby could be dangerous. Madja had warned us of what complications could arise from that burden, and I knew now that they were all just trying to prevent it.

My gaze cracked as tears sprang back into my eyes and turned away as they burned. I took a few steadying breaths, Elain's hand coming to my shoulder to help soothe me as she slid closer to me on our shared seat. "I didn't try insisting I go with them to the Mortal Lands or anything. I'm letting them handle the situation, but as High Lady I need to oversee the operations."

"Yes, but you're burdening yourself with worry." Elain offered softly. "You've been taking on work that you could leave to your mate or the others."

"Like that meeting with Tamlin." Nesta reminded me and I frowned, remembering the toll that trip had taken on me at the time.

"Or insisting you attend all the meetings on the reports Cassian and Azriel have gathered. Rhys can attend to those and fill you in later," Elain added.

"The point is that you need to delegate more. You were off to a good start after the summit meeting, coming here with your mate and spending time with the others, but you've overloaded yourself far too much over the last couple of weeks." Nesta concluded.

I sighed, leaning back to rest against the plush seat and ran my hands over my protruding stomach, feeling my son beginning to stir from the occasional nap he took in the warmth and protection my womb offered. Every point they brought up was right; while we all had allowed ourselves a moment of peace following the summit, I had taken the anxiety of the recent reports Cassian and Azriel gathered and threw myself back into working to find a solution. Rhys had as well, but I knew there were times he wished I would retire to our room or at least sit when my aches and pains reared its ugly head.

"I know you two are right, it's just...difficult, at times. I am High Lady; my duty is to my court—alongside Rhys." I explained.

"But he isn't pregnant. You are, and your first duty is to the child you carry," Nesta insisted.

"The child who will be the heir to the Night Court," Elain said.

I nodded in understanding, but before I could agree with them, there was a frantic pounding at the door, followed by Mor's panicked voice behind it.

"Feyre, it's us. Let us in," she said.

Nesta was the first to stand and rather than take the hand I stuck out to help me up, she strode over to the cabin door, checked to make sure it was really Mor the voice belonged to and opened it. Elain helped me to my feet as Mor and Amren strode into the room with equal grim expressions. I noted both of their clothes were dirty, some scrapes and fresh cuts healing on their own that decorated their face and arms—my heart squeezed.

"What's wrong, what happened?" I asked, my voice sounding strangled.

Mor's brown eyes were broken as they met mine and she swallowed, "Vassa showed up on the front steps of the house, beaten and bruised, and crying...as she warned us to leave."

My heart nearly stopped, and I felt Elain go rigid beside me; her hand coming to cover her mouth in horror. "We tried to ask her what was wrong, and what happened back in the Mortal Lands to have brought her here now, but-" Mor began but stopped, her throat bobbing.

"She kept warning us to leave before anyone got hurt, before you got hurt, and her face went blank. She turned and transitioned to her firebird form, leaping to the skies...and began setting Velaris aflame," Amren finished bitterly.

I couldn't hold steady on my feet and I stumbled back into Elain's arms as my head began to spin—speechless. Velaris was on fire. Velaris, my home, was under attack again.

"Did you...is she...what…?" I couldn't even manage my thoughts as Elain held me upright.

Mor stepped forward and took hold of my arms, steadying me. "She disappeared after a few minutes, but not before setting many of the buildings along the Sidra on fire."

The Rainbow. Vassa had set the Rainbow of Velaris aflame.

"We sent word to Rhysand and the others but haven't heard anything back yet. I also sent word to Varian, perhaps Tarquin can help put out the flames," Amren said.

"W-What?" I asked breathlessly, my chest heaving. "The fires haven't been put out yet?!"

"It's spread quickly, we're doing our best, but without Cassian and Azriel to gather the Illyrian force…" Mor explained and our eyes met in mutual understanding.

I was the one they could turn to—rely on.

"Take me back," I ordered, still reeling. "I'll put out the flames myself. We can't wait for Tarquin or anyone else."

"Feyre, you can't use-" Nesta began but I snapped at her with a feral growl I hardly believed came from my own throat.

"This is my court. My home. I am High Lady and I demand you take me back now." I said, addressing them all.

Mor and Amren exchanged hesitant glances before the former spoke up. "I'd have to winnow you there Feyre, and you know the effect it has on you. You could faint and have to recuperate, there isn't enough time for that. Even if you could use your powers," she tried to reason.

"So we wait here and do nothing?!" I exclaimed, turning away from her hold on me and striding to the window.

I could see nothing from here, but as I closed my eyes the memories of the last attack flashed behind my lids. The screams of agony and despair as my people were attacked—ripped to shreds by the army of the Attor from Hybern. Nausea roiled in my gut as I reached down the bond.

Rhys. Where are you?

I was met with silence, and I could only guess what horrors my mate and his brothers were facing in the Mortal realm—for him to block me out. If Vassa had been here, who knew what threat had been made and who had orchestrated it all. My heart pounded as my power awakened inside of me, boiling in my veins and I tried not to tap into them as I felt the slight twinge of pain in my abdomen—until thoughts of Velaris kept invading my thoughts. The screams echoing in my head, trying to imagine those beautiful buildings now on fire. Thoughts of Ressina and our studio, of the children she was teaching, those innocents.

Everyone in Velaris was innocent, and they were on fire. I had to do something.

Dosomething.Dosomething.Dosomething

I couldn't hear whatever conversation was happening between my sisters, Mor, and Amren as I lingered by the window. All I could do was turn back to them, briefly meeting Mor's gaze before those brown eyes widened in realization. She opened her mouth to protest, but she was too late. In the blink of an eye, I became darkness—tapping into my power that had gone untouched for months, I winnowed onto the front courtyard of the estate that sat along the Sidra's edge. I stumbled forward on my hands and knees as my head spun, my ears roaring with the blood rushing to my head and it took every effort within me not to faint—to seize the darkness that threatened to overcome me and push it back.

My heart pounded, the pain thundering throughout my entire body, resounding excruciatingly in my head as I forced myself to stay conscious and I was finally able to raise my eyes to the nightmare before me. I saw the orange and red of the flames reflected in the river first, barely able to hear the screaming as I saw each and every building lining the Sidra ablaze. From my position in the courtyard, I could see the figures of citizens scrambling to put out the flames; could see the number of buildings extending backwards that were already lit. I sobbed as another painful twinge ripped through my abdomen, causing me to turn my head and vomit in the grass.

Sobbing again, I closed my eyes and felt my power simmering rather than boiling. Just enough to breathe it into my core as I raised a single hand in the air and slammed it back onto the ground with a lethal smack. Once again, as it had so many years ago, the Sidra rose in response and I summoned just enough strength to lean back onto my knees—raising both of my hands in the air above my head as I became the river. Shaking, I slowly stood, keeping my arms raised as a wall of water rose with me; expanding deep and wide before I walked forward.

Suddenly, it felt as if my abdomen was being ripped to shreds and I screamed, doubling over and sending that wall of water forward and over those buildings. I didn't have time to pray to the Mother, the Cauldron, anything in hopes that it had been enough to snuff out the flames before I was seized again with the pain that tore through my core. I gasped in breaths as I gripped my stomach with one hand and fell onto my knees—catching myself with the other.

No, no, no. Please…

I felt a trickle of liquid that quickly began to spread at the apex of my thighs and sobbed as I reached a hand under the band of my pants and touched my thigh. I screamed again as the agony ripped through my abdomen again and fell onto my side. I felt the darkness beginning to ebb around my vision, the pain going with it as I raised that shaky hand to my face. The last thing I saw before my world went entirely dark was bright red blood coating my fingers.

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megalony · 4 years

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Sleep

This is a small Harry Styles blurb that I hope you will all enjoy, feedback is always lovely.

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Summary: Harry wakes up during the night and (Y/n) isn’t with him so he goes to find her.

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Harry could feel sleep clawing at his mind the moment he barely woke up enough so that he could turn over onto his other side. His head sank back down into the pillow and his left arm reached out in front of him, tiredly trying to find whereabouts (Y/n) was so he could pull her into him. But when his arm simply landed on the bed rather than over (Y/n), Harry became very confused.

Opening his very tired eyes, Harry tried to adjust his vision to the darkness of the room but when he looked around the bed, he realised (Y/n) wasn't in bed with him.

Reaching his arm tiredly behind him, Harry fumbled around until he managed to turn on the lamp and push himself up into a sitting position. The bed was cold and there weren't any indents on the pillows which were still in the same place. (Y/n) hadn't been in bed with him for a while now and when Harry looked over at the clock on the side, he realised that it was three in the morning. What was she doing- where was she?

It took a lot of effort for Harry to push himself out of bed and stumble out of the room to go in search of his girlfriend. This was the first time that (Y/n) had ever stayed over at his place and he'd never stayed over at her place before. It was the first time they'd spent the night together and she wasn't asleep at three in the morning.

Harry knew there could be an innocent explanation, she could be just getting a drink or going to the toilet or needing a snack but something told him she wasn't the kind of person who got up in the night for a drink or a snack.

When he made his way downstairs he noticed that the light was on in the hall meaning she was or had been down here recently, Harry distinctly remembered he had turned all the lights off before going to bed, it was part of his routine at night.

He headed into the kitchen first since the light was on in there but he couldn't see (Y/n) or anything out of place or anything that suggested she had been in here despite the light being turned on. Spinning on his heels, Harry headed back down the hallway before heading into the lounge where he found the small lamp was on, basking the room in a low but lovely dim orange glow like the light was directly from the sun.

The tv was on and it seemed to be playing a series on Netflix but the volume was on low which made him wonder if (Y/n) was really watching it or simply had it on as background noise. When his eyes landed on (Y/n), Harry became confused. She was sitting up on the sofa with her legs crossed beneath her and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, but she had a book in her hands and a smile on her face.

How could she be wide awake at three in the morning reading a book?

Harry had been with her all day and they had been out into town for the whole day and they were up until at least half past eleven. She had to be tired, she had been awake for over eighteen hours straight by his reckoning but she didn't even look the least bit tired.

"Baby... are you okay? Why are you up this late?" His voice was thick with sleep as he rubbed at his eyes with the base of his hand to try and make it easier for him to see his girlfriend.

"Harry, go back to bed why are you up?" (Y/n) smiled over at Harry but her smile was timid and rather worried without any trace of sleeplessness or fatigue plaguing her eyes or her voice like him.

"You weren't there." Harry mumbled quietly before he moved to sit down next to her on the sofa. When he realised just how chilly the living room was, he gently pulled on the cover around (Y/n)'s shoulders until she got the hint and wrapped it around his shoulders too. He leaned his head on her shoulder, smiling tiredly when he felt (Y/n) brushing a few of his curls from his eyes when she'd put her book down beside her.

Harry curled his legs up beneath him, feeling like he could fall asleep right here and now but he knew he shouldn't.

"How are you still wide awake?" His words were spoken through a yawn and he had to close his eyes to let them rest when blinking simply made his eyes burn worse.

"I don't really sleep." (Y/n) methodically ran her fingers through Harry's hair until he picked his head up off her shoulder so he could look up at her with a frown. He remembered her saying something about having trouble sleeping but this was different. He guessed she hadn't even tried sleeping yet and she was wide awake reading a book which took a lot of concentration and she had the tv on in the background which wasn't going to help her sleep either.

"What, like, at all?" There was a joking sense to his words but when he noticed the look in (Y/n)'s eyes he started to shake his head in disbelief.

How could someone survive on little to no sleep like this? It wasn't healthy and it surely wasn't right, she had to sleep at least an hour or so at night or more. There was no way that Harry could see (Y/n) being able to survive without sleep.

"I have a sleep disorder that I'm on meds for... sometimes I sleep for five hours or so, sometimes I have an hour or so of sleep in the early morning but it's rare when I have a proper night of sleep. I can go three full nights without sleep and it doesn't really affect me much."

(Y/n) had always been like this for as long as she could remember, it was only when she was a baby that she really seemed to be able to get some proper sleep and that was years ago that she couldn't recall. Sleep was her enemy but she didn't really mind because she didn't feel the effects that other people did. It was around four or five in the morning when she normally found herself able to go to sleep for a few hours but on a few occasions she did get more sleep or once in a blue moon she got eight or more hours of sleep and they were the best nights.

No sleep didn't affect (Y/n), she just felt normal and wide awake and she didn't think telling Harry would have been a good thing because she didn't want him to worry. (Y/n) thought she could read and watch a bit of tv and sneak back into bed when she felt tired and have Harry be none the wiser about it.

For a split second, (Y/n) thought Harry was going to get up and leave her to it without saying anything like he was mad at her for not telling him. But when he turned off the lamp and turned the volume down on the tv (Y/n) bit her lip as she felt like crying. He was going to stay down here with her because he wanted to try and help her get to sleep or in the very least, give her some company.

"Come here, baby."

Harry laid out on the sofa with his head propped up on a pillow before he held his arms out for (Y/n). He smiled happily but tiredly when she snuggled into his side, leaning her cheek on his chest so she could watch the tv and hopefully let it lull her into a state of sleep soon. Harry draped the blanket over them both before he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

They both knew Harry wouldn't be able to stay up any later than this because he was tired and he needed sleep more than she did, but that was okay.

And when Harry woke up in the morning and looked around to find out where he was, he smiled softly when he was faced with the sight of (Y/n) curled up between him and the sofa. Her head resting on his chest and her eyes shut as she breathed deeply, fast asleep just how she should be.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #imagine #one direction

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formeandmealone · 3 years

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I like the idea of something that ive written existing in the public sphere but also dont read this im just ranting into the void. dont ruin the illusion of the void

I know love to not be a mere transaction. I know it to rise from the depths of one’s chest. The most cautious of men are turned fools and the most obstinate of women become the softest clay. The psychoanalyst can reduce the occurrence of love to the mere product of circumstance; time and place interacting with the rigid needs of the human spirit. I too see the merit in this argument, in pulling apart the human to show him how much of a creature he truly is. Intuitively, however, I reject the notion of mechanical love. Far too many factors of the human condition exist to say with any reasonable confidence that love should happen. Regardless, I am faced with the conclusion I made long ago.

“We are destined to love.”

In all my seeking of virtue and truth, the writings of the scholars and the conversations of the working class all speak of love as the grand arbiter. I do not deny the presence of love in my life. Familial, communal, and otherwise, I could break these connections down and show how mechanical they may be. Whether born by duty, fear of being alone, a sense of superiority, or a myriad of reasons valid or invalid, I do not deny how strongly I feel love.

Why then am I plagued with the final hurdle of romantic love? People have asked me and I have long considered “if I liked girls.” This question is short lived and only reoccurs in the presence of the question on why I remain alone. This question visits so often, that its frequency answers the former inquiry. How I long to be held. How I long to fall asleep to the soft sounds of breathing beside me. How the imagined scent of a forehead of hair pressed longingly into my cheek plagues my conscious moments. I am lost in the stupor of adolescent youth. My throat catches at the longing for lips plunged against mine. The sweet taste of another invading my senses. Sex. Of sex. Of passion so tender that I might never live without it again. Of exploration and freedom that can only be expressed in sensuality with another. To wake up with nothing between us, with buttock and breast and collarbone and the nape of the neck belonging to both as much as they belong to one.

How I long to see in someone the goodness of a violent world. Someone who makes me believe that there is such a thing as a good person. I want to be with someone who lives in the same world that I do and lives to spite it.

But all that exist are mechanical people. All that I see are humans in their irredeemable horror. Humans lost in the infinite. Lost in the finite. All I see is absurdity. Ambiguity. Nihilism. Humans seeking their immortality project.

Much as I try otherwise, I can’t help but feel that I can no longer rely on the hunger pangs of my heart to find solace in someone. My heart is too greedy. Too melancholy. Too cynical.

What left have I but the mechanical view on love. I have had ample opportunity to abandon reason in pursuit of romantic love, and so the cynicism of my heart calls to the aid of the cynicism in my mind. What recourse do I have, save for love as a transaction? What can I offer as harvest from my time alone? All I can offer is a broken man. All I can show them is the vision of one who longed to disappear. What does it say when the only two longings one has is the longing to disappear, and the longing to stop feeling this way? The desire to have more desires, and the desire to have none at all?

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olympivnshq · 5 years

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Do you remember what life was like in the beginning?

I ask about that pocket of time, after your feet grew steady following your first steps, and before you’d learned dishonesty and mistrust would be the two engines for all conflict. The bedrock of sin and strife.

Of CHAOS.

As our story continues, our protagonists’ plight has rendered me pensive about that state. Could that consciousness be called another life? In which you’d learned to speak, to identify, and retained most of what you know, somehow still losing memory of the events that ignited knowledge? At what point does memory begin anew? When does the line between familiar and renewal become blurred?

These are questions that arise in me when I see these beings bound by one’s design. The fissures are more visible now. YES. Can you feel it? Even we mortals can, those of us who are around the ones whose divinity is beginning to overflow through the cracks growing stronger with each passing moment they spend in each other’s midst.

It troubles me, this predicament — I fear it is too soon, but who am I to trifle with such power?

Myria Acosta, feels the overwhelming urge to navigate Brooklyn, a hidden gem, her mind tells her, a new adventure, perhaps she will find her muse there, inspiration to build something new. Her map takes her to a bar, where her pre-occupation knocks its way into a bachelorette.

In this bar, a full bottle of wine falls from the hand of the clumsy bride-to-be and SHATTERS. Tyson Virani, stoops over the alcohol to make quick work of the spreading pool of deep plum hue and meets a sense of vertigo instead. When he closes his eyes, he sees LEOPARD PELT on white columns that flank a throne covered in grapevines. When those eyes open, it is DIONYSUS who stares into liquid reflection, breathing in the stench of mortal mediocrity. Madness cannot hold its master prisoner, and thus he is the first. his beloved — the antithesis to his disarray, the order and strategy in finding one’s way: ARIADNE is not far behind when she feels the rumble of the underground beneath her feet.

An ear worm plagues Lila Meadows, veering into a detour into Central Park. A melody she has heard only once, in front of her eyes in a corner musical instrument store. Unwittingly, she hums it under her breath, eyes trained on the moon whilst a feral BEAST thrashes within her and with the shout of a young girl in the distance breaks free. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and with another’s name on her lips, her body crumples and falls in a deadweight.

When ARTEMIS opens her eyes, it is to the piercing and curious gaze of Adara Phillips and Cora Sherburn. There is no other with a more open mind, or thirst for information than Cora, surely the moon’s ever youthful mistress and the smell of fresh dew on blooms could spin her mortal mind a tale so compelling it might bring PERSEPHONE forth from the prison of Cora’s malleable consciousness. Could the QUEEN of the UNDERWORLD, yield EURYDICE’S demand for free will then?

ATROPOS, wise to her will can sense her queen finally, beginning to push through the seams, her lips curve, as she informs hermione alden of the latest case: woman divorcing man for having an affair which yielded pregnancy, twins. A girl and a boy. How charming. She watches as Hermione’s stomach seems to clench and twist into itself, a scream that seems to come from her very womb, hunching over her desk as she heaves. When practiced composure returns the regal lift of her head is that of a QUEEN, not a mere lawyer. HERA, contains the residue of familiar rage in the taut veins of her neck before she forces a smile.

A QUEEN’s aura will seek favoured subjects and strength is to be derived from an awakening such as hers. AUSTIN trips on set and twists his ankle, but the agony is so great, his roar is heard for several blocks. He sees his own death, FEELS the arrow sprouting from the chink in his flesh. ACHILLES breathes deep. The air smells faintly like rancid new york trash.

BRANTLEY FLINT turns his head momentarily distracted by the far off roar he hears, trying to detect where it’s coming from. It echoes the roar inside his head, inside his chest — it fills his being and it’s growing louder. Covering his ears gives no relief, and running proves no distance can soothe the exploding embers at his very core. HEPHAESTUS fights his way to the surface, and is at once acutely aware, of machinery everywhere — a domain that has grown to a complexity worthy of athena.

ODETTE descends deeper into a scorned frenzy. Visions take corporeal form, they now dance in front of her. It is unclear if NYX’s imposition is wrath, or love. Her mortal cage is strong, too alike, yet also too weak, it won’t be long now, if she finds the final missing piece.

Old things have strange hungers, and Addison Rhodes is ravenous for something fresh when the final draft of a look book arrives. Suddenly none of the pages are appealing, none of the girls are appealing. What do they know of beauty? What is desirable? Knuckles whiten over a paperweight and just as her body registers pain, the mirror opposite audibly cracks. APHRODITE stares into marred reflection.

I cannot imagine what they must feel at the moment of their awakening. Without their divine powers, is their divine knowledge of themselves a curse? Will they be able to hold their own amongst mortals who once fell at their feet? As for the others, waking them will not be so simple, for those who endeavour to try will be tested without respite.

Perhaps it would be better to let sleeping dogs lie. For awake or not, every ounce of bliss is about to be torn to shreds. Every relationship tried and plundered. It’s a level playing field now, superiority is an illusion. We will see what they make of that.

WELCOME TO SEASON 1 EPISODE 2 !

tl;dr: some remember, others don’t, may the odds be ever in your favour if you try to wake the unmentioned deities up, or let their mortal brains disintegrate.

you can thread the points in the plotdrop if it involves other characters if you wish, if not you can play them as having just become aware of their surroundings. think about the first thing they do ! post opens if you like !

our full plot will be updated to reflect these new occurrences in an abridged version, and we have added a question to our app regarding memories to reflect these events.

this has been rewritten 8 times several variations, so if there are discrepancies, or you are confused, please IM the main.

#ohq:plot #90% sure there are mistakes

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