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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3

this was a popular request LMAO :D

here’s the first part

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The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”

“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”

“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”

Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”

“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”

Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”

“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”

“See you.”

Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”

“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”

Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”

The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”

He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.

Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”

Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”

“Heard of them.”

“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”

Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.

After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”

Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”

Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”

As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.

After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”

Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”

“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.

Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”

Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”

“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.

She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”

“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”

“N-Neither!”

A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”

She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.

But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”

Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.

Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”

“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”

Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”

Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”

“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”

Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”

Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.

Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.

“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.

Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”

A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.

“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.

Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.

“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.

fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”

Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-

fWhip drowned

Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.

“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”

“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”

fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”

“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”

fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”

“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”

As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”

She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.

Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.

When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”

“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”

Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”

Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”

“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”

The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.

A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.

“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! It just appeared!”

After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.

“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”

“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”

Pixl has no answer to this.

Nobody does.

#empires smp #pixlriffs #ldshadowlady #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #fwhip #mythicalsausage #vaunna’s requests

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halcyonstorm · 3 years

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Buttered Popcorn

“In the trip to Marley, I imagine Onyankopon would tell Levi and Hange to go to the movies, because he thought Hange would love it. (I imagine they would go without Onyankopon) So, in the cinema, at the beginning when the lights of the projector turn on she would be super excited and Levi would hush her. And well, the movie would begin… (I don’t care the genre) and I imagine they would get a little close, maybe arms touching? But then the typical romance scene would appear, with the actors kissing, and so they would get conscious of the situation, Levi would get awkward and separate from Hange, and I don’t know anymore. I think it can be funny, fluffy and whatever you feel like :)”

Hi! Thank you for leaving me a submission! I altered what you said a little bit, but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Some of the movies I added are recent, so just please disregard that the movies definitely came out after their lifetime. I really enjoyed writing this, so thank you!

Marley was hustling and bustling. Every weekend, markets would open up and merchants would gather in the center of the city to sell their items. All sorts of items, including fruit, jewelry, books, liquor, ice cream, and even animals. Today was the day that the 104 was able to forget about Titans for a little while. Onyankapon decided to take advantage of that.

“Hey, Levi,” Onyankapon whispered, touching his upper back, gesturing for Levi to walk with him. He pulled him away from Hange for a moment. Hange was purchasing something at a stall. “The kids are going to that restaurant down the block for an early supper.” He gestured towards the road behind them. “You and Hange should go on a date.”

Levi scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Why would you ask me, specifically, to go on a date with her?”

“Cut the crap, Levi. We all know you like her,” Onyankapon said. Levi shot him a death glare, which made Onyankapon’s shoulders tense. They walked a little further while Levi contemplated his decision.

“…Fine. I’ll keep her company to make sure she doesn’t wander off,” Levi agreed. Onyankapon smiled wide.

“Great! There is a cinema down the block on the right side. You should take her there. I’m sure she’d love it.” Did he already plan our date? Levi asked himself.

“What’s a cinema?”

“It’s where you sit in a big theater and a movie is shown on the screen. You can buy all sorts of food too. There are a ton of showings. Horror, romance, comedy, action; You should go with her and decide. They’re showing movies at all times of the day.”

Levi nodded in understanding. Where was the Commander, anyways?

“The movies…” he muttered to himself. He, himself, had never seen a movie before. He figured Hange would enjoy it. Plus, he could spend some alone time with her.

Levi turned his head to look behind him. He narrowed his brows. “Where’d Hange go?” He asked aloud, noticing Onyankapon disappeared as well. He began pushing through the flow of the crowd to find her. He was starting to panic. His heart rate started to pick up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This new city was enormous compared to their little island of Paradis. She’d be gone, forever stuck in enemy territory. It was then he suddenly noticed Onyankapon from his tall stature, who must’ve stopped walking with Levi at some moment in which he couldn’t quite remember. He was standing casually, chatting with someone. He jogged over to him and found Hange. Levi rolled his eyes.

“Hange, stay with the group,” Levi enunciated. Hange just smiled, pushing out a wafer cone with a creamy substance on top.

“Try this!” She said. Levi was confused. After a moment of him just staring at it, she took his hand, placed his fingers around the cone, and let go. “Try it. It’s good.”

Hange had a cone for herself. “It’s called ice cream. This is vanilla. It’s so sweet and creamy and cold and soooooooo good!!”

Levi bent his head down towards the cone, awkwardly opening his mouth to lick it. The woman-you’re-in-love-with’s hand touching yours can be very convincing after all. An eyebrow raised in interest.

“Mm… Not bad.” Levi noticed Onyankapon was staring at him. He kept weirdly shaking his head towards Hange and clearing his throat. Is he okay? he asked himself. Levi shook his head quickly at him, as if to ask what the fuck?

Onyankapon rolled his eyes dramatically, patting Hange’s back. “I’ve gotta use the bathroom. Levi, keep an eye on Hange.” He winked at Levi. Levi is so fucking dense, Onyankapon thought to himself, passing by them to find a bathroom. Oh. That’s why he was acting funny, Levi thought to himself.

Hange started walking next to Levi, licking her ice cream. She really likes it, Levi thought to himself. It made him happy. He figured now was the only appropriate time to ask her out… He had to make it as casual as possible. He felt his heart start to race and his hands begin to shake. It wasn’t a big deal. We are just hanging out like we usually do. Then he thought maybe he didn’t have to even say anything. He can lead them to the cinema and somehow draw her attention that she’ll ask him. Yep. That’s what he was going to do.

“Let’s go this way,” Levi said, grabbing her wrist gently. He didn’t want to lose her in the crowd, knowing how her attention span can be short at times. Hange was really grateful to be spending the day with him and that he wanted to spend it with her.

The pair got through the crowd in the center of the city. They passed some stalls on the outskirts when he finally noticed the cinema. There was a huge red and white sign at the top. There were black letter cards that read multiple movie titles, including “Psycho”, “The Wizard of Oz”, “The Godfather”, and “The Best Years of Our Lives.” There was a ticket booth in the center with glass doors on either side. Levi had finished his ice cream cone and had a wrapper remaining. Hange finished too. Great, he thought. There’s a trash can right by the cinema. I’ll go over there, draw her attention this way, and she’ll invite me to go in.

“I’ll take your wrapper,” he said, putting his hand out.

“It’s okay, I got it,” Hange replied.

“Give it to me,” he said sternly. Hange chuckled nervously.

“Okay. There’s a trash can right there on the left,” she said, pointing in the opposite way of the cinema.

“I see one over there. I’ll throw it out there.” He had already walked towards the cinema before she could respond. There weren’t many people on this street, so Hange had a clear view of Levi.

“Oh! Levi!” Hange started walking quickly over to him. “Onyankapon told me about the cinema… Let’s go watch a movie!” Levi smirked to himself.

“I guess,” he replied, being coy. My plan worked.

Hange seemed to light up once they walked in the building. It was very pretty inside. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, huge movie posters propped on easels, and there were red and yellow flashing lights around each theater room which also lined the floor. The smell of butter filled their nostrils.

“What’s that smell?” Hange asked aloud, walking towards the counter.

“Popcorn!” the employee responded. “Would you like some?” Hange looked behind the lady, noticing a huge red glass box with yellow and white kernels inside.

“Yes! Large.” The employee smiled, starting to fill a large bucket with popcorn. Hange suddenly had a burst of energy. “What movie do you want to see?” She asked Levi.

“Hmm… Half of them sound boring.”

“I’ll pick,” Hange nodded.

The employee handed them their bucket. Hange’s eyes widened and glistened. It smelt so good. There were a few wet pieces at the top, fresh with drizzled butter and the salt glistened in the light. The bucket was very warm.

“Which movie would you two like to see?” she asked.

“Hmm… Psycho,” Hange replied. “I’m not sure what it’s about, but I like the sound of it!”

The employee grinned, handing her the tickets. “I hope you enjoy!”

“Thanks!!”

Hange happily walked down the hallway with the bucket of popcorn. She offered some to Levi. He was stubborn, but Hange insisted he tried it. As it turns out, he loved it. It was salty and buttery, but a light snack. It was perfect for movies.

They found the movie theater their movie was playing. It was completely dark in the room, except for the bright screen. Hange gasped.

“Whoa!” She exclaimed. “This screen is HUGE!”

“If you eat that entire thing, something else will be huge later too.”

Hange chuckled. “Oh, Levi…” She seemed like she was gonna continue, but she didn’t. “Let’s sit up there!” Before Levi looked her way, she was already climbing the stairs up to the higher chairs. Levi passively agreed, following her. He thought she looked very handsome today. He enjoyed seeing her in a suit.

She picked a seat in the middle, weeding her way through. She finally sat down with a plop.

“I’m so excited!” Hange whispered loudly, smiling wide. Levi’s heart swelled at the sight.

“Just keep it down,” Levi said endearingly, taking the popcorn from her. Hange was staring at the screen, eyes wide in excitement. “I have no idea what it’s about!!”

Levi felt the urge to kiss her right there. After all, no one would see. It was dark and people were mumbling amongst themselves. No one would be able to see them here. He, however, held back his urge.

The small lights on the walls around them dimmed, hinting that the movie was starting. Creepy music started playing. Hange’s grin was still ear-to-ear, eyes wide. She was loudly munching on popcorn. Levi shushed her, grabbing some popcorn with his hand. It was unlike him, but he shoved it in his mouth. He wasn’t gonna tell her that he loved it (unless she asked, of course).

The movie began. It was beginning with a lady stealing money and driving away in a car, not knowing someone has been stalking her. She had bought a new car and changed her look, trying to ward the guy off. It started to get really creepy after this. She was in a motel room, beginning to strip. Hange felt extremely awkward, as did Levi. This feeling, however, quickly dissipated. She got in the shower, and the creepy man broke into her room, starting to slowly make his way to her bathroom. When they showed his dagger, Hange gasped.

“Oh my god! She’s gonna die!” Hange whispered loudly to Levi.

“No, she’s not,” Levi said, but definitely lying. He was getting nervous too.

Suddenly, it happened. The man whipped open the shower curtains, stabbing the lady in the shower to death. She screamed bloody murder, pun intended.

Levi and Hange screamed. Hange was sure that he never screamed in his life until now. A few others screamed in the audience as well. Levi unintentionally grabbed Hange’s hand, still a bit greasy from the popcorn.

“I told you she was gonna die!” Hange nagged, her voice normal now.

“Well, I didn’t expect them to show it on screen!” Levi replied whispering.

“I am NEVER showering again!” Hange whispered loudly.

“It’s not like you shower to begin with!” Levi replied back to her. Someone loudly shushed them in the audience. Hange giggled softly.

“Maybe you’ll just have to knock me out again.”

Their hands remained laced throughout the entire movie, Hange accidentally squeezing way too hard when a scary scene was shown. Levi blushed each time this happened. He really liked holding her hand. It turns out that this movie was on a whole other level of fucked up, but it was right up Hange’s alley. She loved crazy shit like this. Levi was starting to get weirded out but every time he looked at Hange, that feeling went away. Finally, the movie ended, and the credits rolled out. People in the audience were clapping. Hange made a questionable face at Levi before softly clapping her hands together. Levi placed his hand on her chin and turned her face towards him.

“You have something on your cheek,” Levi said. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, inspecting her face.

“Oh, it’s probably popcorn,” Hange chuckled, her cheeks flushing red. Thank God the room was still a bit dark.

He started to smush the kerchief on her cheek, trying to rub off the butter. He was looking at her so intricately, so carefully. The lights started to brighten the room again. They were almost alone in the theater.

“There you go,” Levi said, folding his dirty kerchief and placing it in his pocket. Hange was feeling adventurous today. He got her all hot and bothered by staring so beautifully at her face.

“You’ve got something on your face, too,” Hange said nervously. Levi knitted his brows.

“Where?”

“Here,” She said, slowly leaning in. She placed a soft but sweet kiss on his beautiful lips. Levi was shocked, pleasantly shocked. He kissed her back for that brief moment. His cheeks flushed red as he tried to hide his excitement from her kiss.

When she pulled away, their eyes locked.

“I think I missed a spot,” Levi said softly, placing his hand on her cheek, kissing her softly again.

“So…” Levi began as they walked out of the theater. “He was the psycho the whole time? His mother wasn’t even alive…”

“Uh huh!”

“That’s a Psycho for you,” Levi added. Hange started to laugh. Levi smiled; Hange was lucky enough to catch his smile. He didn’t show his teeth, but the corners of his mouth turned up in a happy, content smile. He hadn’t felt happy (or felt this happy) in a long, long time.

“Levi,” Hange said, looking over at him. “Let’s see more movies together sometime.”

Levi smiled visibly at her. “Let’s do that.”

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dreamii-yume · 4 years

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Hiya~ Can I request a sinfic featuring yan!riddle where he uses an aphrodisiac on his fem!darling? ^v^ thanks in advance if you every try to write this!

Tried to implement some Mommy kink for our Baby Riddle but meh...Yume didn’t quite get there lol I’m sorry~ I’ll do your mommy kink justice someday, Riddle! {{ (>_<) }}

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It's petty, it goes against the rules, against every moral lesson he was taught, and as the older one, Riddle knew how immature this was of him. But he just loves you so much that it's only fair for you to feel the same thing, right? It's a completely valid reason!

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Riddle was not one to show emotions to make himself feel and look vulnerable to others.

It doesn't matter if they're a close friend or anyone he's familiar with, he just thinks that it's unnecessary for him to do so. Especially after his overblotting incident, it's just his duty to do what's right and recognize his past mistakes. For the first time in so long, he was corrected, he was wrong in so many ways, and he whole-heartedly accepted that. It was a blessing that his own dorm ended up forgiving his tyranny, being able to celebrate another successful unbirthday party as if Riddle hadn't done anything wrong at all. He was lucky to have such understanding friends, but the fact that they forgave him this easily was the exact reason why he's so conflicted with such a massive amount of guilt.

They were so nice despite after everything, just too loyal and accepting that Riddle's heart aches just remembering that he once took advantage of that loyalty. The guilt still chains him up and it was suffocating, but he knew he must not show such emotions. It doesn't change the fact that he's the Dorm Leader, the current King of Heartslabyul, he shouldn't burden anyone with such trivial things such as guilt. They don't have to know, if this was the price for his past actions, then he shall suffer through it all alone. No one needed to get involved in his personal matters, not again.

"...Are you sad, Riddle-san?"

No one...but you, who personally knocked ever so gently against the walls he built around himself.

Riddle didn't know if you were aware of his dilemma or had just consulted him out of pure instinct but he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't caught off guard that one day. It was the end of another unbirthday party that you and Grimm were invited to. You had dared to place your hand on his head, stroking his hair once and even asked such an outrageous question. Suffice to say, he was surprised, it left his mouth open but words don’t seem to come out. It also occurred to him that you might've done that deed unconsciously as he could practically see the realization coming down upon you, retracting your hands from his head almost immediately.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry...! I touched you without thinking..." You had apologized, bowing repeatedly but eventually looked up with an embarrassed smile. You scratched the back of your head, a tiny blush decorating your cheeks, feeling silly. "...I guess I just felt something really odd about you today, Riddle-san. It's probably just my imagination but still..."

"...Please cheer up. I'm sure no one would want to see you sad." You said, giving him a close-eyed smile and an awkward ‘Cheer-Up’ pose. "If you have something on your mind, feel free to share them with any of us!"

With Grimm screaming for you from the distance, you gave him one last smile and bowed before turning to your monster friend. Riddle didn't even get to say anything as he stood there, watching your figure disappear in the distance. He found himself reaching for his own head, on the same exact spot that your hand was in and looked down. That was unexpected, he really should get his act together if someone like you was able to tell. It was a relief that you didn't pry too much, that would've been a problem.

...Though, Riddle couldn't deny that something in him felt a little giddy for someone to see through him without words. The way you placed your hand on his head, the way your eyes looked at him, even if it was all done unintentionally. It made his face heat up and his heart could only beat so fast.

They all felt so gentle and sincere. He liked it.

But even so, Riddle turned around, clearing his throat and shaking his head awake out of such a ridiculous daydream. What is he talking about? Patting his head is a major offense to him personally! It's gesture that makes him feel inferior and doing so will immediately prompt him to decapitate your head off.

However, Riddle narrowed his eyebrows together and pat his reddening cheeks twice, just to calm himself down. You did recognize your mistake and it wasn't intentional after all so...He'll let you off the hook. He might've just been surprised, that's all, there was no more reason to fret over your touch like this.

Riddle needs to get his everything together, he's your senior, for god's sake.

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...Was what he told himself, correct? He thought he was done with this.

Someway, somehow, Riddle found himself inviting you for a private tea party with him one day. He doesn't like this, it feels like he's favoring you way too much, he doesn't even do this with Trey and the others. But one look at your troubled expression in the library that day was enough for him to come and talk to you. Seriously, had he really become this easy to catch these days? Anyways, your woes laid down on a subject that involves magic, it was probably why you look so troubled about it.

"You'll teach me? Really?"

That spark in your eyes was something Riddle had never seen before, it intrigued him for some reason. He originally thought that you were suspicious, suddenly appearing out of nowhere without a single ounce of magic. You ended up becoming a student, a half-student to precise, and not to mention a girl in a prestigious all-boys school that Night Raven. It already sounded problematic in papers and by ear, your whole existence in this school is a clear violation of rules! However, once he took a closer look at the bigger picture of your situation, only then did it occur to him how harmless you really are.

After all, you were just a normal girl who always seems to get involve in a situation you didn't ask for in the first place.

"I see...So, that's how it is." You said, humming. Even without magic to perform the activities written on the text book, you somehow understood the basic concept of the topic. As expected of Heartslabyul's Dorm Leader, his strict but careful manner of teaching was no joke.

Gracefully placing down his cup on a saucer, Riddle ran his finger smoothly on the huge block of text in the textbook. "You don't need magic to remember these formulas, correct? As long as you memorized all of them with accuracy, you'll have no problems in the upcoming tests." Riddle advised as you nodded, mentally taking notes of each and every one of his words. "Now, try to answer this next question with a different method. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out the trick soon enough."

True to what he said, you managed to answer all the questions in your homework and Riddle couldn't help but be amused with your reaction. You look so relieved that you were able to finish them in such a short period of time and with confidence too. This made him want to brag about how he could finish paper works at this amount in an even shorter time frame and with everything guaranteed to be correct just so he could see your amazed reaction. But he decided against it, thinking of how immature of a move it was.

"Riddle-san, you're really amazing...I could never do these things by myself." You whispered with a small laugh as you leaned down on the table, resting your head that had been starting to ache from all the memorization you've been doing. Riddle wanted to criticize your laid-back posture but, in the end, he kept it all on his own. Your exhaustion was to be expected after all, it’s understandable.

Riddle tilted his head to the side. "...Is that so? I do think this is normal for my age." He said, which merely made you laugh nervously and drop a sweat. What he said just proved how much of a genius this child is, having the personality of a workaholic. However, you noticed how he slouched down slightly, with something oddly lonely in his eyes. "...This is what I've been taught all my life after all. I have to be the best of the best."

Ah, of course, he's not a genius without a cost. That much is understandable at least. "That's not true." You said without thinking, making Riddle turn to look at you. Your eyes were closed as if you were in the verge of falling asleep but that dazed, gentle smile remains on your face, telling him that you're still wide awake. "No one can be the 'best' out of the best. A child shouldn't grow up to believe that they can."

"...But unfortunately so, Riddle-san did, didn't he?" You phrased the words like it was supposed to be a response to yourself rather than to him. You opened your eyes, sympathy overflowing from within them that it makes Riddle's heart ache. "I can't imagine how painfully lonely that must've been, enduring and following all those crazy rules."

"But you know? It doesn't have to be like that anymore, you have friends who'll listen and spend time with you now." You said. "You can eat all the tart you want and not have to worry about breaking any rules for even just a second. It doesn't hurt to have fun once in a while."

"That's why, Riddle-san doesn't need to be the best of the best. You don't even have to listen to your mother if you, yourself knew how unreasonable her words are. You are your own person, after all." Riddle looked up at you and you couldn't help but to think of him as a little puppy, learning how to do his first trick for the first time. However, you blinked and covered your mouth when you realized that you just said something extremely rude in regards to his mother. "A-Ah! T-That's not to bad-mouth your mother or anything! I'm sure she was trying in her own way...! I think…?"

A tinge of awkwardness decorated your features as you sat properly on your seat, scratching the back of your head. "...But the point is...I just don't see why Riddle-san needs to be the best at everything. You're already fine the way you are." You said, looking down as you begin to feel really embarrassed of what you're saying. "Honestly, if you were my son, I'd be the proudest mother in the whole world~! No doubt about it!"

Widening his eyes at what you said, Riddle couldn't help but look down as different kinds of emotions swirling inside of him. His mouth twitched but he didn’t know whether to smile or to frown, he's incredibly indecisive right now. But his eyes did soften though, your last words had echoed over and over again inside his head, blocking out every other words that came after. He felt all warmed up on the inside that he clutched his chest tight and didn't seem to hear you say "Just kidding~" in a playful manner. You'll be the proudest mother you said, an actual proud mother who can be proud of someone like him.

"...Honestly, it would've been nice if you were indeed my mother in the first place..." He whispered with a strained, quavering voice, his hand clenching harder on his chest. How laughable, he's older than you and yet, he could actually feel himself at ease, consulting you like this.

"Eh...? Eh!? Riddle-san!?" You were about question him, trying to process if what you heard was correct. However, you quickly shot up from surprise in your seat as you looked at the red-haired's expression, a few drops of glistening tears began to overflow from his eyes. "W-Why are you crying...!? Aah, I'm sorry, I-I was joking...! I'm not gonna do it again, okay-"

"Hey..." Before you could say any more, you flinched as Riddle grabbed your hand, shutting you up completely. You fell into silence as he slowly brought your hand up on top of his head, your heart beating in anticipation. "Could you do it again...? Please?"

You felt your face heating up, not knowing how to process this turn of events. It was supposed to be a joke, an example to strengthen a point that you were trying to make. Still, Riddle seemed to have taken it seriously and you couldn't help but to feel a little sympathetic. It just proves that this child had been hungry, yearning for some needed motherly affection that he never got as a child. So desperate in fact, that he's willing to believe that silly little statement of yours.

Your eyes softened as you went closer to him and began to stroke his hair as gently as you could. You watched him sniffle, his shoulders shaking slightly as he tries to keep his cries at a minimum. "...You're still in pain, aren't you? You poor thing..." You said with a smile, purposely making your voice as soft as possible to give him the sense of comfort. "There, there...It'll be alright. Everything's going to be alright."

With that, Riddle couldn't help himself anymore and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Sitting on his little throne, he buried his face on your stomach, his tears staining your uniform but you didn't mind. All you could really do was to continue stroking his hair and welcomed his head in an embrace. "...Thank you for enduring everything all this time, you've been such a good boy." You comforted, closing your eyes and Riddle could just melt against you. "But we're here now, you don't have to worry anymore. From now on, you'll never feel lonely again."

"You've done an excellent job, Riddle. I'm so proud."

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Continue the Spice~?

Yume had to force herself to buy a new laptop because she knew she wouldn’t be able to survive Online Class without one (c" ತ,_ತ) I’m quite a stranger to electronics really, but I’m learning as I go, but I still miss my old laptop aaaa- （；＿；）

BUT NEVERMIND THAT!

Yume had reach 500+ followers! That many Darlings!? Isn’t it crazy!? (´；Д；`) To think this blog could actually reach that much lol Yume just wanted to release some hornii \(//∇//)\ Thank you very much, Sweethearts~! My fellow Hornii people ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

...I’m excited for the next few Sinfics (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

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teletraan-meets-jarvis · 3 years

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Monster - Part 2

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Characters: Commander Fox (Main), Commander Wolffe, Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Commander Stone, Corrie Medic Triage (OC).

Summary: Fox deals with the aftermath of his actions, unsure as to whether his brothers can forgive him.

Warnings: 16+, swearing, mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.5k

Part 1 here

Author’s Notes: I've been agonising over this chapter for far longer than necessary so please take it from me. Hopefully it's not complete gibberish. Feedback is appreciated as always, it's my first time writing such prominent clones all as proper characters in a fic so would be great to know what went well and where I can improve! This fic ends with this chapter but the ending leaves it open for imagination, if anyone has any cool thoughts for what may happen my inbox is always open to discuss further! Fic is below the cut, enjoy 😊.

When Fox next came around he was on the cheap sofa in his office. The rigid object making his back stiff, he must’ve been out for a while. He groaned as he attempted to sit up. He felt weak, his entire body sore and sensitive as he shuffled about.

“Welcome back, sunshine.” Stone greeted him while Triage appeared and started poking at him. Stone must’ve relieved Thorn from Fox babysitting duty. The thought made the Commander groan.

“How you feeling, boss?” The medic questioned as he started shining a small light into his eyes.

“Shit” he replied truthfully. “What happened?”

“You had a breakdown, a bad one.” The matter-of-fact bedside manner of the Guard’s chief medical officer was something Fox usually favoured, except when he was on the receiving end of it of course.

“Oh”

“It’s lucky Thorn found you when he did.” Triage chided while tapping away at his Datapad. His clean-shaven face focused as he went about the task. “You’ve got a visitor by the way”

“Hey vod” the gruff voice was followed by an even gruffer Commander strolling into view. What was Wolffe doing here?

“Thorn called.” Hm apparently he’d asked his question aloud.

Fox hadn’t seen Wolffe in months, he was always away on missions and rarely got down time when his Jedi had to return to Coruscant. His scar still stood out prominently against his tanned skin, but it looked better each time he saw him again, like it was slowly settling in to being a part of him. His armour was tattered, the grey paint scratched and chipped while the white plastoid was covered in the dirt of battle.

“Well I’m fi-“

“Don’t try it mir’sheb. I know what happened.” Fox flinched. Wolffe’s tone was flat when he spoke, his face unreadable and despite being one of the eldest of their batch, Fox felt very vulnerable under his little brother’s gaze.

As cadets and during command training, their batch had always been close, but Fox could confidently call Wolffe his best friend out of the lot. Their competitive nature pushed them to always be the best, their dry humour so cutting that only the other could truly understand it for what it was. Both of them were blunt, but over the years, the war had moulded them slightly differently. Where Fox was hardened and distant from his time on Coruscant, surprisingly, some of Wolffe’s ragged edges to his personality had softened. Not really noticeable if you didn’t know him from before, but Fox chalked it up to the friendship and mentoring of his wise Jedi and also his position as a Commander. Wolffe had lost his entire battalion early on in the war and Fox had held his heartbroken vodas he swore he would never let anything come between him and his men ever again. From that point on, Wolffe had gotten to know each member of his squad personally, always ensuring that they knew that despite his hard exterior, he’d always be there for them if they needed it.

Despite all this and how well Fox knew his brother, all that knowledge was doing nothing for him in his current situation. Wolffe knew that he’d killed another clone, yet he hadn’t lashed out yet. Was he just waiting until they were alone? The tension in the air threatening to smother them with each second that passed. Fox wasn’t ready for this conversation.

“We’ll give you two some privacy.” Triage announced before dragging a worried looking Stone out behind him.

Fox didn’t say anything, he just waited for the onslaught from his younger brother. He was sporting his signature frown which could mean a hundred different things.

“Before we even get into this, I just need you to know that we don’t hate you, Fox. We’ll always love you, you di’kut.” Wolffe’s voice finally carried some emotion now that they were alone. It held a mixture of things, brotherly frustration at Fox’s self-loathing, a fear for finding out things he might not want the answer to and the smallest twinge of betrayal for what Fox had done. But among the rest of it, among the words said, there was love. Fox huffed out a humourless laugh.

“Beats me as to why”

“We’re family. We don’t need a reason. We’re stuck with each other, whether you like it or not.”

Silence lingered between them as Fox finally found the courage to speak about the elephant in the room.

“I don’t know why I did it. I didn’t mean to.” His voice was faint, almost like if he said it any louder it’d all be real.

“I know ori’vod”

Fox finally launched into an explanation of what happened. His chest constricting further and further, threatening to rob his body of air as he pushed himself to get the story out. His hands shook in fear of what his closest brother would think of him, of what he’d done. Wolffe hadn’t spoken during the entire story, resigned to just watching him from his perch on his desk. Fox was panicking.

After what felt like the longest silence of Fox’s life, the younger Commander exhaled roughly, his bare hands rubbing at his scar out of habit as he processed the information. “You told Rex this?” Fox was shocked that out of everything to ask, that that was his question. The Guard Commander shook his head.

“Well, we better get him over here” Fox jumped out of his seat and placed a hand over his brother’s comm link.

“Kriff Wolffe, the poor guy has suffered enough. Last thing he needs is me begging for forgiveness for something he can’t forgive. I killed one of our own, one of his last few best friends. He hates me. And I really don’t blame him.”

“Maybe so, but he deserves to hear the truth from you. Whether or not he believes it is up to him.” Reluctantly, he let his arm go and stalked back over to the sofa. “I’ll comm Cody, he’s over there with him now.”

“Didn’t realise you were both planet side.” Fox grunted out, he could really do with some caff, his body was exhausted.

“The 104th were on their way back since Plo had some Jedi stuff to do, we touched down this afternoon. As for the 212th, they finished their last mission and once they heard about everything that’d been going on, General Kenobi requested they come back to help out. Though I have a feeling that was Cody wanting to check in on Rex.”

Fox wanted to ask how Rex was, but the searing guilt that burned in his chest couldn’t bear to ask the question. So he decided to check on some people who potentially hated him a smidge less, only a smidge though.

“Have you heard from the others?”

Wolffe nodded and went on to tell him about what the rest of their batch had been up to. Gree had recently been assigned to General Yoda, who he was absolutely terrified of. Fox didn’t blame him, the Jedi was extremely powerful for someone so pint sized, he’d also heard that he had a wicked sense of humour which would definitely stress Gree out, much to the amusement to the rest of his batch. Ponds was getting on nicely with Mace, they’d recently had a successful campaign near the outer rim and were due back on Coruscant soon. The eldest of their batch, Bly, was doing well too. Apparently Wolffe thought he had the hots for his General as Bly apparently refused to shut up about how amazing and strong and caring she was. Fox wasn’t sure if he was messing with him or not, but the thought brought a small smile to his face nonetheless. Trust Bly to fall in love with his Jedi General.

“What about you? How’s life in the Corrie Guard?” Wolffe asked.

Where could he even begin. Fox never offloaded about his problems onto anyone, except maybe his fellow Commanders in the Guard who he shared the burden with. Wolffe wouldn’t understand. A part of him also wanted to be the dutiful big brother and not place any worries or fears onto his vod’ika.

“Not much to report, same as always” he wasn’t lying at least. It was easier this way, for them not to know. They could keep thinking he was safe away from the battlefield. Their hopes in this war were already pretty low, they didn’t need to know about the horrors that lurked away, hidden among the senate corridors and the low levels of Coruscant.

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Anxiety gripped at Fox’s chest as he paced a hole into his metal office floor. Waiting for Cody and Rex made him feel as if he was waiting for a death sentence. He thought of all the ways he could potentially escape but he knew Wolffe would be all over him. The 104th Commander always was a fan of tough love and things didn’t get tougher than this.

There was a slight commotion outside which pulled the both of them to attention.

Rex came storming in, his face set like stone, an angry frown marring his features and deepening the creases in his forehead. Once he set his sights on Fox nothing could deter him. “Rex, wait!” Wolffe shouted but he couldn’t stop him in time. Rex’s fist slammed into Fox’s nose with a sickening crack, sending the Commander sprawling backwards, catching himself on his desk as his nose started gushing blood.

Cody ran in from nowhere and locked Rex’s arms behind his back, trying to calm their little brother. “Rex, will you just listen to him.” He shouted down his ear while Fox recovered from the blow, cradling his now broken nose as Wolffe came to his side to help him back up.

“Why? Why should I listen? He didn’t listen to Fives!” Rex screamed back as he writhed in Cody’s arms. His words cut into Fox, making him grimace.

“I know. I’m so sorry, Rex.” Fox apologised with a burning sincerity, but it only deepened the frown on Rex’s face.

“I don’t want your apologies.” The Captain shouted back, gone was his usual professional composure. Right now he was a broken man who’d lost one of the last few people he’d let get close to him. There was no rank in this room right now, they were just a group of hurting vod, trying to pick up the pieces.

Rex spat his words out at Fox with a look that could kill, he probably wanted it to. He looked like he wanted Fox to hurt as much as he was right now. “Maker, I know Palpatine had you wrapped around his finger, I just didn’t realise how much.” Ouch.

“Rex” Cody reprimanded, his Marshall Commander voice coming out as he tried to defuse the situation. The Captain’s face was still masked in hurt and anger, but he did back down slightly after his verbal blow. “The past couple days has been hard for you vod, we know that and we’re here for you. But we wouldn’t be asking you to listen to Fox right now if we didn’t think it was worth it. Please, just give him a chance.” Once he finished, he nodded at Fox to signal him to get started. He took a deep breath and readied himself to try and explain the unexplainable.

“I know it sounds ridiculous but what happened back there, It wasn’t me” he started, and Rex just scoffed, still struggling against Cody’s hold. “Look, I can’t explain it. But I set that gun to stun, I swear to you, Rex. I know you all think I’m some cold, order-following droid but I would’ve brought him… I would’ve brought Fives, in for questioning. You- you have to believe me.” Fox pleaded, blood still trickling down his face from his broken nose. He wasn’t their usual, sarcastic, caffeine deprived big brother. No, Fox was a complete mess as he tried to reason with Rex. He couldn’t bare his brothers thinking that he did this willingly, that he’d turn on his own kind with just a simple order.

“What do you mean it wasn’t you?” Rex’s gaze was still unsure, but he’d never seen Fox like this before. He looked desperate, much like Fives had.

“I- I blacked out. One minute we were moving in and as soon as I saw Fives, and I know this sounds crazy, it’s like something else took over. I was just watching from the sidelines.” Fox gave an exasperated sigh as he tried to explain himself.

“Like something was controlling you?” Rex asked, the cogs in his brain turning as he waited for a reply. Fox just gave an ashamed nod and dreaded realisation dawned on Rex’s face.

“Maybe Fives wasn’t crazy” he said it as barely a whisper but with the silence in the room they all managed to hear it.

“What do you mean?” Cody questioned as he finally let his vod’ika go, content that he wasn’t going to assault the Guard Commander further. Rex used the freedom to go and lock the door to Fox’s office.

“What I’m about to say doesn’t leave this room, understand? No one can know, not our vode, not your Jedi, nobody.” The three of them nodded.

“Before he died, Fives was trying to explain what was going on to General Skywalker and me, he said that there’s something in our heads that could make us do whatever someone wanted… Even kill the Jedi.” Wolffe and Cody’s eyes widened at the thought, finding it impossible to even comprehend hurting their Generals who they cared for deeply.

“And if, if, he’s right about that, well, he said the Chancellor is in on the whole thing. That he set him up. And as insane as it sounds, that could explain why he sent Fox, of all people, to hunt him down.” Rex finally spared him a glance that wasn’t filled with complete hate, there was a slight bit of pity in for good measure instead.

“You’re saying that the Chancellor has some sort of control over me?” Fox replied. The colour draining from his face as he considered the option.

“I’m saying… it’s a possibility. After seeing what happened with Tup, what you’re saying happened to you doesn’t seem far off. He had no idea why he killed General Tiplar. Said he didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“Okay hold on, so you’re trying to tell us that Fives uncovered a plot by the Chancellor which involves all of the clones having something in their heads which allows them to be controlled, with the likely purpose of it being to kill the Jedi?” Wolffe asked with the hopes that he might wake up from this weird dream he found himself in.

“Pretty much” Rex replied.

“Ozik” Cody cursed. “And you believe him? Fives? You sure he didn’t just lose it?” The Marshal Commander needed this final confirmation from his brother.

“I-” Rex exhaled and dragged a gloved hand down his face “I think I do. I wasn’t sure before but with what Fox is saying, it’s all a bit too much of a coincidence. I believe him enough to at least look into what he was talking about. He wouldn’t have risked everything he did for nothing.”

Fox tried to keep breathing as the conversation went on. Controlled. A plot to kill the Jedi. Maker this was too much. Surely they had to be wrong. But then he remembered his shit show of a life, the things that the chancellor made him do, things he’d never do willingly if he had the choice like a true sentient being. Maybe it wasn’t such a faraway reality. He repressed the shiver that threatened his body.

“You do realise we’ll get executed on the spot if we’re found looking into this. This is treason. If what you’re saying is true, then it sounds like they went to some pretty serious lengths to keep Fives from outing them.” Wolffe added, ever the pessimist. Not that Fox blamed him, they were moving into dangerous territory with this talk.

“You three can walk away, but I owe this to Fives and Tup.” Rex said, conviction written all over his face.

“I’m in” Fox announced as he wiped most of the blood away from his nose and mouth. The ache from his broken nose setting in as the adrenaline from his and Rex’s confrontation started wearing off.

Wolffe and Cody shared a glance, a silent conversation taking place between the two of them. They both shared strong bonds with their Jedi in different ways, they wanted to do everything in their power to protect them, but could they keep this a secret for long enough? Obi-Wan and Plo were very in touch with their Commander’s emotions. There was a chance they’ll figure out something was up sooner than they’d like. They would just have to work fast. Cody nodded at Wolffe, and the decision was made.

“We’re in too” Wolffe confirmed. “I don’t want any more of our brothers to die if we can help it.”

“What about Skywalker? He was with you and Fives, do we at least have him on side?” Cody asked and Rex pulled a disappointed face.

“As soon as Fives mentioned the Chancellor being involved, Anakin wrote the whole thing off… It’s just us.”

“We can work with that” Cody comforted with a hand on his little brother’s shoulder and a small smile. The Commander’s comm link started chirping and he gave them all a sorry look. “It’s the General, I better take this and head back. But we’ll catch up later.”

“79’s?” Wolffe offered. Despite none of them fancying a night out, there was no better place to get privacy than a noisy bar filled with identical faces. Cody nodded and quickly departed.

Eventually they had to call Triage back to deal with Fox’s nose. He’d done well to hide the pain during the chat between the four of them, but it had quickly started to take over his thoughts. Thankfully his CMO came armed with pain stims and for once, Fox didn’t get absolutely ripped into by the medic as this injury wasn’t a result of his own stupidity. Well, to be fair, he was sure that assessment was up for debate, especially from Rex who was talking quietly with Wolffe around Fox’s desk.

Fox poked at the metal brace and bandages on his nose, the Bacta patch under it was a squishy texture. Triage knocked his hand away like a parent would a child who was reaching for the last cookie. “Don’t touch it” he warned, and Fox moved his hands back down to his side. “Given our accelerated cell regen and the Bacta patch, you should be good to wear your helmet again by tomorrow” Fox gave his thanks to the medic by clasping his wrist in a handshake before he was left alone with his vode again.

Wolffe conveniently dipped out to use the fresher, leaving Rex and Fox alone for the first time since the incident. Fox’s heart rate sped up as he thought about it, the scenes of Fives’ death playing over and over again in his head like a horror film on repeat. That look on Rex’s face when their eyes met over Fives’ body, seared into his brain as a constant reminder of what he did.

They stared at each other from across the room, Fox was still sat on his cheap, rock solid couch while Rex was stood by his desk.

Fox couldn’t hold the eye contact; he broke it off and shifted his gaze to his hands.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. It’s not what I’m asking for, you're well within your rights to hate me. But I just want you to know that I wouldn’t hurt you like this willingly. It’s the last thing I’d ever want.” Fox broke the silence. Still not brave enough to meet Rex’s eyes, to see the disappointment and betrayal which would likely be waiting for him.

He heard some shuffling and the couch sink down slightly beside him. He dared a look over and saw Rex’s scratched leg armour.

“I don’t hate you, Fox. I know you were put in a tough situation. I know I like to think I would’ve handled it differently, but truth be told, I don’t know what could’ve happened if Fives didn't put us in that ray shield. And while I don’t want to think about it, I have a feeling someone would’ve got to him eventually. It was inevitable.” He paused and took a shuddering breath. “I just… I just need a bit of time.”

“I appreciate that, take all the time you need.” They both shared a small smile, content that they’d get past this together. There was light on the other side of this dark tunnel.

Rex really did care about Fox; he’d always looked up to him over the years. He remembers the small stuff, the words of encouragement when a training simulator went wrong, the proud look on his face when he got promoted to Captain, the many nights of drinking Thire’s rocket-fuel moonshine in Fox’s office when Rex needed to escape from the war for a few hours.

They’d be fine, time was always the best healer. Fox just hoped that they had enough time left.

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veinereastath · 4 years

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Far Cry: New Dawn was a disaster, and here’s why.

Okay, just to be clear - this is my personal opinion, not pure, cold facts that I’m trying to push down people’s throats. I just felt the sudden urge to break down piece by piece my utter hatred towards this game. So, let’s go. What exactly went wrong with it, and why Far Cry 5 was way better? I will try to present my ramblings and point of view by putting both of these games side by side. So, when reading every sentence in this... thing, add in your head a “it’s vei’s opinion” bit to avoid misunderstandings. Thanks in advance! First thing, to make everything clear - Far Cry 5 was not a perfect game. No, actually, it was far from so; there are many games much better plot-wise, with more entertaining gameplay, bigger world, more interesting side quests and so on. But, one thing for sure, this game has a spirit, an unique aura that makes many people want to come back to it and replay it over and over. The way Ubisoft portrayed Hope County is absolutely fantastic - the music, the landscapes, the characters. It was something new, something fresh, and despite quite a lot sceptical voices when the first trailers came out, it turned out really well, and in general, people really liked this game, or loved it even. Yeah, some people hate the endings, the fact that every single one of them is bad one way or the other and that you can’t basically win (I always thought this was fantastic, because, hey, you can’t be a perfect hero every time - even so, I love how this game, Seeds especially, mock the “hero attitude” that protagonist tries to have). But even so, Far Cry 5 was mostly a success, right? And the canon ending when the nukes get dropped seemed to leave a perfect opportunity for a sequel. So, what could go wrong? Well, about that...

1. How long is this game? New Dawn is short. It’s fucking short, because I installed it right after it became available (fun fact, this was the first and the last game I ever pre-ordered, so imagine how excited I must’ve been), and started playing it as soon as I could. In my case, it was around 2-3 am. I had a break then, woke up at 7 am and continued playing. I was playing it slowly - completing the side quests, because I wanted to know what has changed in Hope County, and, of course, I was looking for some easter eggs regarding the Seeds (surprised pikachu - there weren’t any, Old Compound, John’s bunker and Ranch are too obvious). Took me around 5 hours to move on and actually start playing the main story. I was pretty sure that it will take me at least 10-15 hours to complete it (why was I thinking so, don’t ask me, I guess I still have way too high expectations after what Witcher 3 expansions have shown me). Again, surprised pikachu! I finished the whole game in 16 hours. Sixteen. Including liberating all the outposts (1 star in each, didn’t bother to get 3) and finish all side-missions + driving around the County just to look around. The hell? And it wasn’t a DLC? Just for a little comparison, because, yes, FC5 can also be completed pretty damn fast if you rush it, but my 1st playthrough of it, with all the quests and admiring the landscapes took me 33 hours. Which leads us to the next point on this god forsaken list, and that is... 2. The map.

The next reason why I am shocked this game wasn’t a DLC - the heckitty hecck they did with the map in New Dawn. Radiation zones? Sign me the hell up, they make sense, are cool and stuff, but adding them just so you could bite off half of the original map is stupid, and extremely lazy thing to do. Okay, you can take off some parts, but if you’re doing so, add something new - some new paths, caves, mountain routes, something. And no, expeditions don’t count. To make it worse, the parts that were deleted were one of the best parts of the FC5 storyline. Faith’s Gate, Drubman’s Marina, Jacob’s Armory, Wolf’s Den, and the fucking Veteran’s Center. The opportunity to make this a haunted location with an entertaining quest in it was HUGE and it was absolutely wasted. It’s not like they couldn’t done it, we’ve got the mission in old Joseph’s statue, and the crocodile pikachu in Inquisitor’s Grave (which, by the way, shouldn’t actually exist - this bunker was blown up to pieces, but it seemed pretty decent in New Dawn, there are barely any sings of explosions, not to mention that “The Confession” room is untouched!). You bought this game with an intention to actually go back in time and find out about something that FC5 didn’t tell you? Kekus maximus, you don’t. Have some photographs instead (which are a nice addition, but seem lazy). To give this post even more personal hatred - I really don’t like the Henbane River region, so you could literally hear my heart breaking when I saw that we got 50% of the River, 80% of the Valley and 10% of the Whitetails, which were my absolute favorite. So fun!

3. The Villains. I must admit, in the trailers, back when the hype for this game was insane, Mickey and Lou seemed to be quite interesting. Even though back then it was obvious that Highwaymen won’t have that kind of depth that Eden’s Gate had, it was still something I was looking forward to, even though those vibes aren’t really my cup of tea; but most of my excitement was born from my love for Far Cry 5, so if course I had to try out the sequel. So yes, the trailers were quite nice (just not the live action one - that was a fucking disaster, and killed my hype for a few days afterwards).

Mickey and Lou were quite fun, but to little extent, sadly. I liked their sister-sister dynamics, they really seemed close, and it was nice that shey were so different from each other - Mickey was more calculating, while Lou was living for the action and brutality in itself. The Highwaymen as a faction in itself wasn’t really that great for me, because their only purpose was to cause mayhem, and I simply don’t like something like this. But the sisters were something different, right? No, they weren’t, and that’s the point. I felt like there was little to no depth in their actions - it was all for fun, and I find this just boring and pointless (pr maybe I’m the boring one). I know that this is often how the world works - people take and destroy simply because they can and because it’s considered cool. We suck as a species, that’s official and well known, but I expected something more entertaining from a videogame. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I did. And Mickey and Lou were literally Highwaymen members with a VIP crown above their heads and nothing more. They left their mother? Okay, that is something that could lead to other interesting things. They killed their father for power? Huh, alright, I can work with that. The point is, it didn’t give them that much depth, their main purpose was to plunder everything. Which would be all good and nice if they were some kind of a side-faction. But this was The Villains™, and I wanted to feel something more towards them. And to be honest? I didn’t even hate them. I felt absolutely nothing, they just existed and I didn’t care, because they didn’t make this game interesting. What I will say now may sound brutal, but I will say it: I don’t consider two young people (they were around 19/20) just wanting to blow everything up “for lulz” a good villains. I fucking don’t. It was a huge downfall after what FC5 has given to us. I was just so bored when fighting the Highwaymen, because they were shallow, and their personalities were only focused on one thing.

Of course, there is also Ethan. Yes, I hate him (he even has a very punchable face, what a coincidence!), but I admit he was somehow a nice touch in this game. Yes, he was a prideful, irritating kid, but while I was just utterly bored by the Twins, Ethan actually managed to make me hate him. The only thing that I’m quite bothered by is that I don’t believe that he’s actual, biological son of Joseph. To put it shortly, and say it louder for the people in the back - The Twins were just meh. Boring. How was the situation in FC5 better? Oh boy.

Putting their obvious... Attractive physical appearance aside, and focusing purely on their personalities, because that’s what I’m trying to explain - they were something else, and something new. Ubisoft took a risk with creating four villains for a single game, because it’s extremely hard to give each one of them the screentime they deserve, and make them interesting and unique. Did FC5 succeed? In a way, yes. I’m not saying that Seeds are absolutely perfect villains (they aren’t), but they can eat Twins for breakfast and still stay hungry. To show you what I mean, have some short descriptions: JOSEPH: Cult Leader, “The Father”, a person who claims to hear the voice of God himself. Someone from a broken family and difficult life, who was in prison (according to song dedicated to him), lost one job after another, lost his wife, killed his daughter, and then formed a religious cult. JACOB: military veteran suffering from PTSD, with a massive knowledge about history and psychology, someone who literally brainwashed nearly half, if not more of the County, and manages to combine religion (something he clearly isn’t really fond of) and personal, darwinistic look on life. JOHN: former lawyer, a person skilled in adapting to any environment, charismatic manipulator abused as a kid, forced to spend most of his life pretending to be someone he hated to be, battled with addictions, emotionally unstable and with sadistic outburts. FAITH: young woman devoid of purpose in life, also battling with addictions in the past, probably on the verge of suicide at some point, who was manipulated (and quite possibly drugged) in order to comply; a broken girl hiding her pain behind lovely smiles. Sounds pretty diverse, right? And I bet that at least one member of this family was somehow entertaining for everyone. Now, here’s what New Dawn has given to us: MICKEY: the more calculating sister; young girl who followed her father and chose brutal life, creating entertainment for herself by making others suffer. Shows some kind of regret when you defeat her by the end of the game. LOU: the more brutal sister; young girl who followed her father and chose brutal life, creating entertainment for herself by making others suffer. Doesn’t show any regrets towards her actions.

And honestly, that’s it. I really tried to write something more for the Twins, but I couldn’t put my finger on anything. That’s all we know. And yes, I know that there is a major difference between them and the Seeds, which is the age gap - FC5 villains are simply older and have more life experience, but honestly, this doesn’t make it better. Mickey and Lou could have much more depth and be far more interesting despite them being young. Age is not a problem in such a case. I suggest to compare Mickey and Lou’s descriptions with the Faith one, since she’s just few years older. There is a difference, isn’t it? And even when playing both of these games, the Seeds just seem to be better developed than the Twins. Ubisoft did something weird, because they managed to focus on four villains and make each one of them interesting in their own way, but made just two main villains flat, and nearly identical. 4. Radio calls. This is a continuation of the point above, because it’s also something I wanted to point out and is connected to the villains of both games. The things you can hear directly from The Twins can be mostly described as “hey rabbit, you’re pissing us off a bit”. Same with the things they say at outposts and direct them to the Highwaymen - it’s always about the same thing, and there isn’t a single line that I found interesting or worth remembering (okay, my bad, the fact that Mickey and Lou seemed to be dissapointed after Nana chose to stick with the Captain rather than them was a nice touch). Meanwhile, I can recite most of the dialogue lines from the Seeds from my memory, and it’s something I could do after 2 playthroughs. They seem to be on a whole different level - and yes, it is true that to some point, the “rabbits” thing is similar to “the weak” theme of Jacob, or “the sinners” in case of John, but it didn’t seem to be that much tiring to hear about. Faith’s radio calls were interesting, because with each one of them you could hear her demeanor towards the Deputy changing - in the beginning, she was friendly, but after you destroyed Joseph’s statue, she was scared, and at the final confrontation - maliciously hostile. Jacob started his radio calls history with a threat towards you, and kind off keeps that all the time, but the closer you get to the final meeting with him, the more... Okay, how the fuck do I describe it in a non-thot way amused (I guess we can call it this way?) he sounded. He was still far from friendly, you still didn’t have any doubts he’s your enemy, but there was something in those radio calls, something that suggested he actually sees the Deputy as something more than just enemy, as a tool he crafted all by himself and he was proud of it. John welcomes you with this cheesy ad at the beginning of the game, and as time goes on, he goes even more obsessed with making you atone and confess; not to mention his absolutely fantastic reactions to stealing his house and destroying his sign. His calls are something unpredictable, because once he’s all official and charismatic, but suddenly he switches to this ominous mode that actually makes you want stop for a bit and look around you, as if he was lurking somewhere. To sum it up, this game made you feel like if you were actually developing some kind of a relationship with each one of the family member. But the radio calls from the Twins seem to be always the same, it’s all about “rabbits” and “problem solving”. Yes, it might've been better if only one sister was all about it, and the other one had something else on her mind, but making them nearly identical was a lazy move. 5. Landscapes.

Far Cry 5 was amazing, because every region was different and had something else to offer. Henbane River was full of Bliss, which created weird hallucinations, Faith dancing around you was also pretty interesting addition, and The Pilgrimage was also a nice touch (I recommend going with it, it’s a really nice experience, actually). Holland Valley was the pure definition of Montana countryside, and it felt fantastic to walk around and see those little farms, cows, windmills and so on. Whitetail Mountains were also something unique, with less open spaces, a huge amount of wildlife, combining massive mountains with deep forests. And even though the colors of this game could be simply described as beige-green, I didn’t really feel bored when wandering around. New Dawn had a cool concept, actually - makind the post-apocalyptic world colorful, instead of making it a grey wasteland was something new and I was excited. And, honestly, I really liked how it all looked like during the first 2 hours of playthrough. After that... I was just so done. The pink colour in itself wasn’t bad, really, but the way they added it everywhere made me feel sick. Those flowers were nearly everywhere and they were always the same. And while I love screenshoting landscapes in games, New Dawn didn’t really felt like something I wanted to spend time on. I like to admire the views of FC5, but not in ND. Combining the small as hell map with nearly the same flowers on your every step was a bad solution. 6. Other. To mention other things - well, I guess we could mention the music, but I feel it isn’t fair, actually. Both games did this well in some way, FC5 songs are certainly something unforgettable, and I mean both the cult ones as well as the OST. New Dawn did what it could - gave Highwaymen music that fits them. The OST, however, isn’t that good. Maybe because it just doesn’t feel unique to me, while the different type of music in each region in FC5 is, for me, unforgettable in many ways. I won’t really talk about The Deputy >> The Judge metamorphosis, because everyone sees it in a different way. I personally don’t consider it as a bad thing, it’s quite a nice plot twist, and I like it (even though I went with a totally different path with my deputy OC).

Okay, I think it’s time to get to the main point. Why I consider New Dawn as a disaster? The Villains were devoid of any depth and felt exactly the same, the map was small as hell, the story was way too short (and these two things should be enough to make this game a DLC, not an actual installment of the franchise), the landscapes were repetitive, 90% of what was left from FC5 (locations, for example) didn’t get a chance to shine. Just imagine how much more entertaining this game could be if we would find some old recording of the Eden’s Gate songs somewhere. If there were mentions of some terryfingly huge wolves roaming around, if the members of Prosperity actually mentioned something about John Seed (which house they are living in!), if we could visit the remnants of the Faith’s Gate, hear the ominous “Only You” when approaching the Veteran’s Center and read some old notes about experiments that were happening in there, and so on. Basically, the main opportunity that got wasted was focusing on continuating FC5 legacy in a more respectful way. The things I mentioned above seem like small details, but they really could make the experience something else entirely. So, yeah. I hate New Dawn, in case someone didn’t notice. :)

#listen I wrote it between 12 pm and 2 am #I couldn't sleep because of this #and I bet I forgot about something important #but whatever #I just needed to get it out of my system #fcnd #far cry new dawn #far cry 5

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revengerevisited · 4 years

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Maddie rambles about Kingdom Hearts: Dark Road

Let’s just get this outta the way: Xehanort is my least favorite character in Kingdom Hearts. Now there are certainly more boring and underdeveloped characters but as far as evil deeds go, it doesn’t matter how ‘cute’ or ‘relatable’ Nomura tries to make Xehanort. I will never forget that he tore Ven’s heart in half, tortured Vanitas for four years, killed his own best friend, possessed Terra’s body for a decade, possessed Riku’s body as Ansem, unleashed Heartless on the worlds resulting in countless deaths, manipulated Organization XIII for years, and experimented on Kairi as a child and eventually murdered her in front of her best friends. Any attempt to make me sympathize with him just ain’t gonna work.

Also, I’m not taking any of these ‘Character X is secretly Character Y’ theories too seriously until they actually happen. Yes, it can be fun to speculate that Bragi or Odin is secretly Luxu or the Master of Masters, or that Brain is Eraqus’s ancestor, or that Demyx is the MoM, or that Ava or Vor is Kairi’s grandma, or whatever other theories are out there. But until there’s conclusive evidence that’s all they are, speculations and theories.

On that note, I don’t know why Xehanort is having dreams about the KHUX Player’s adventures but I don’t think it’s because Xehanort is the Player’s Nobody or a reincarnation of the Player. Reincarnation has never been a concept present in the KH series, and honestly it just sounds like bad fanfiction. Plus, if Xehanort does turn out to be the Player, then I feel bad for everyone who spent a lot of time creating their own unique character only to have it be replaced by the generic default Player in KHDR’s opening cutscene and then re-replaced by Xehanort of all people. Perhaps Xehanort simply has a unique, unexplained power to see into the past like Namine’s memory manipulation or Terra’s precognition.

Either way, this past-sight just makes it harder and harder for me to believe that Xehanort wanted to learn about the Keyblade War in BBS, since it seems he already knew all he needs to know. Xemnas knows that Luxord, Marluxia, Demyx, and Larxene are from the past, young Xehanort lives in Scala ad Caelum which was built over the ruins of Daybreak Town complete with a huge machine explaining Daybreak Town’s demise, Eraqus talks about the Book of Prophecies like it’s common knowledge, the list goes on. Also, I don’t like the implication that Xehanort chose Ventus as his vessel and later as material for the X-Blade only because he knows him from the Player’s dreams. Then again, if his dreams of the Keyblade War end before the Player meets Ven and Lauriam, then Xehanort wouldn’t know about them and would instead be more familiar with Skuld and Ephemer.

I will say that one thing I do like is Xehanort comparing himself to a starfish laying on the beach, both for the humorous imagery and also just a bit of that islander backstory flavor. Xehanort being the outsider of his friends group and not telling the whole truth of how he ended up in Scala is also an interesting Kairi parallel, although him being found unconscious in the middle of a city is kinda overused. I do like that the surrounding cities around Scala are all uninhabited, since trying to wrap my mind around these huge mountain-sized cities with potentially millions of people in them was a little too much for my brain to handle.

I do however find it quite bizarre that it’s taken some worlds so long to recover from the Keyblade War. Not only that, but apparently people just appear out of thin air once their world is restored. Like, how? It just feels weird and uncomfortable, almost like these people only exist for the protagonist and audience’s amusement rather than being independent living beings in their own right. I dunno, there’s just something deeply unsettling about those implications. It also makes me wonder how long ago the Keyblade War was, if places like Agrabah still aren’t finished only 75-ish years before KH1. The characters refer to it as a legend, so it must’ve happened a long time ago, right? Some fans think it’s only been 100 years since the Keyblade War, but that would be like the equivalent of calling World War 1 a legend.

The worlds all being on different timescales is also extremely headache-inducing, both as analyst and a fanfic writer trying to keep track of the plot. Couple that with time travel and the whole thing just falls apart. Of course, if each world runs at a different time, then perhaps this is why Xehanort looks so much older than Eraqus, or rather why Eraqus looks so relatively young when he’s supposed to be 80-ish years old. And if that’s the case, then do any of the characters’ ages really matter? I’ve already proven that their ages have been retconned before. Also, this renders timecodes such as ‘75 years later’ and ‘one year later’ from Re:Mind and other parts of the series completely meaningless. The timeline is broken.

Anyway, I’m not sure how much Norse Mythology will play into the story, but all the new characters have Norse names with two that stand out the most. The first is Master Odin, named after a Norse god who sacrificed one of his own eyes for knowledge, which is an interesting parallel to the MoM. The second is Baldr, the as of yet unseen seventh student who has a missing sister, because evidently Nomura likes recycling his previous plots before they’ve even finished. In Norse Mythology, Baldr is the god of light whose death kickstarts the events of Ragnarok. How this’ll be relevant in KHDR remains to be seen, but after seeing those four gravestones in the timeskip/flashforward, I can’t imagine this ending well for anyone not named Eraqus or Xehanort.

Now, as funny as I find it that the new characters have all been killed off this quickly, I’m not entirely convinced that those are Urd, Hermod, Bragi, and Vor’s graves. They could actually be the graves of the missing upperclassmen, if some of them turn up dead. Speaking of the upperclassmen, I would hope that Yen Sid is one of them, but I have a feeling he won’t be allowed to show up simply because of Disney’s stranglehold on its own IP. It’s pretty sad and ironic seeing as this series used to be all about Disney, but I assume that’s why Nomura is straying further and further from the brand.

About the four new student characters, I don’t have any particular attachment to any of them, beyond Vor’s name being hilariously unfortunate. I find it a bit eye-rolling that fans continuously snub Kairi but will instantly latch onto any new characters like Yozora and these four despite barely knowing anything about them. It doesn’t help that, and please correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems that any of the four who you choose to be in your trio will have the exact same dialogue in cutscenes no matter who you pick, meaning that these new characters don’t even get much of a chance to develop their own personalities because all of their dialogue has to be generic and bland enough to fit all four of them.

Young Eraqus is probably the best character so far, simply because he’s the only one with any personality. Granted his supposed cowardice has yet to be seen, but it’s mentioned so often that I assume it’s gonna be an important plot point later. However, I’m finding it hard to relate young Eraqus with his adult counterpart seeing as their personalities are just so different. I’m aware there’s a 65-ish year gap between this Eraqus and older Eraqus, but there better be some major character development to explain this, especially since even standing in front of his presumed classmate’s graves he still seems fairly chipper.

On that note, as humorous as ‘Tardy Fleetfoot’ is, just like with Xehanort, don’t think I’ve forgotten that this guy caused Terra’s insecurity and self-doubt with his overzealous anti-darkness stance, probably heavily influenced Aqua’s black-and-white anti-darkness keyblade-first-ask-questions-later thinking, was also probably the one who told her to lie to Ventus about always living with them, and attempted to straight up kill Ven and Terra. Eraqus’s actions aren’t as bad as Xehanort’s, but they certainly aren’t acceptable in any capacity.

Something odd I noticed is that Eraqus knows what the Heartless are called, and even the difference between Pureblood and Emblem Heartless-- well, part of the difference; I’m assuming he doesn’t know that future Xehanort created them. But anyway, my point is that Aqua doesn’t know what the Heartless are called until Mickey tells her in BBS 0.2. Before that she simply calls them ‘dwellers of darkness’, and even mistakes one for an Unversed. Does this mean Eraqus never taught his students about the Heartless? Why? Perhaps after his classmates died, he decided to shelter his own students from the worlds, hence why their Mark of Mastery was so simple? I’m just guessing at this point. Of course, there’s still no real explanation as for why the Emblem Heartless are here in the past. My best theory is that someone used the Book of Prophecies to summon them... somehow. It really just seems like an excuse to gloss over the corner Nomura wrote himself into with the whole ‘Emblem Heartless were made by Ansem’ thing, but we’ll see.

Honestly this whole series is just one big endless death-spiral of constant retcons and nonsensical plot twists and at this point I’m just exhausted. My view on KH has become one of mild and morbid curiosity, rather than expecting anything truly great. Is that cynical? Yes, but I’ve watched other once-great series (Star Wars, Voltron) worsen over time to the point that they just fizzle out and die, and I’m afraid it’s the same deal with Kingdom Hearts. I don’t think I’ve truly enjoyed a KH game since BBS, and if the series just continues down the path of introducing bland new characters every time Nomura gets bored rather than developing the already established ones, I don’t know how long I can stay interested. The Dark Seeker Saga is over and he really needs to let Xehanort go.

To end this on a positive note, I am tentatively hopeful about Melody of Memory. The gameplay looks cute and fun and the story looks like it will have more development for Kairi and her backstory, which is something I’ve been wanting for a while now. Focusing on the original cast is definitely a step in the right direction, and I hope this series can keep moving forwards rather than backwards.

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We’re Soulmates? {Soulmate AU} {Pt.4} [S.B.]

Character: Sirius Black

Word Count: 2066

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: On a random day of a random year, you will switch bodies with your soulmate, and you won’t switch back until you meet again. In which Sirius Black wakes up to find himself in a female’s body, and absolutely freaks out.

Other Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: This is the final part of “We’re Soulmates?” It’s taken me a while, and I’m so thankful to everyone who’s waited for the finale. I hope you love reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! x

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Something you had grown to love about being Sirius was his clothes, especially his sweatshirts. They were warm, comfy and smelt like him - no matter how much you tried to convince yourself this wasn't a reason you liked wearing them so much.

And as much as you hated to admit it, you were, slowly but surely, beginning to feel something towards the black haired boy, not that you'd tell him yet. You wouldn't be able to handle the smugness that would come with him being proven right - he was already extremely egotistical, you wouldn't survive him knowing you liked him.

It was weird, what with him being in your body and everything, but every cheeky comment and cocky smirk made your heart skip a beat.

Okay so you were definitely falling for Sirius Black.

It was an odd thing, falling in love with someone who was in your body, but you guessed if anyone could make you do it, it would be the charming dark haired Gryffindor himself.

You refused to admit it out loud. That would make it real, and that made your stomach do somersaults, but from nerves or butterflies you weren't sure.

So you loved him in secret, suddenly noticing small things that you didn't before, but now were all you could think of.

Like the aforementioned sweatshirts, or the way his hair was always perfect (no matter how you'd slept on it the night before), or his bone structure - Merlin his bone structure was something created from a Greek god. Must've been, because cheekbones that pronounced, and a jawline that sharp, could not have been down to just lucky genes.

Your feelings bothered you. Yes, you were supposed to feel this way for the dark haired lad, but you still had this nagging feeling, this tiny bit of doubt, that maybe Sirius wasn't your soulmate after all. Though obviously this wasn't true, you couldn't help but think that he deserved... more.

All in all, you were having a hard time accepting how you felt, throwing excuses out this way and that, just to avoid the truth. And to avoid him, as you had been trying your best to do for the last week.

You were afraid, above everything else. You weren’t ready for the responsibility of being with someone who you had to make it work with for the rest of your life. And you didn’t want to look at Sirius, feeling how you did, and switch back suddenly, without being able to speak to him for yourself first.

It was difficult. There was a pull, a magnetic attraction that urged you in his direction, and you knew he felt it too, which made avoiding him that much harder. It made your heart ache - a side effect of being soulmates you assumed - to stay away from him for so long but you knew you needed the time alone to prepare yourself for a long relationship with the dark haired boy.

Sitting on the ledge of the window in the Astronomy Tower, you looked out at the views below, taking in the beauty. The sun was just setting, casting a red glow across the school grounds, and illuminating the Forbidden Forest.

As you appreciated the scenery, the time alone also allowed you to reflect on your life - more specifically, your love life.

Of course Sirius was an attractive young man - you’d have to be blind not to see it. And he was funny, smart when he tried and a good-hearted lad deep down. You could do a lot worse.

As you thought about him, you couldn’t keep your smile at bay, and that is when you decided. You loved Sirius Black, and you were finally ready to let him know.

Sirius made his way slowly down the hallway, a frown adorning his features as he looked around for you. Usually he’d just use the map, however with him not being himself, he thought it best not to ask James to borrow it, as no one else was supposed to know about it.

You’d been avoiding him, he knew that. It did hurt, knowing that you didn’t want to be around him, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to float around the castle in search for you - it was like his mind calmed when he was around you, like he couldn’t remember a time he wasn’t happy. He didn’t even need to speaking to you, he simply just wanted to be near you in some way, just to know you were there.

He began to climb the steps up to the Astronomy Tower - if he couldn’t find you, maybe looking at the stars would soothe him. As a child he had always stared out of his bedroom window at night when he couldn’t sleep, letting himself wonder about the many stars and galaxies in the universe. It always calmed him, and he hoped it would tonight.

Sirius slowly reached the top of the stairs, his hands shoved into his pockets as he glanced around the room. His breath hitched at he saw a figure, seemingly glowing under the moonlight shining through the window.

“Y/n?” Your head snapped towards his direction, eyes widened slightly as you saw him step towards you.

“Oh, Sirius, hi!” You exclaimed, surprised. He suddenly stopped a few feet in front of you, looking up at you in awe, eyes shining. “W-Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sirius grinned happily, “You called me Sirius.”

“Oh! Sorry,” you looked down, fiddling with your hands. He reached out to place his hand over yours as he replied quickly, “Don’t be sorry! I prefer it when you call me Sirius.”

Glancing up to see him smiling at you, you returned the grin, “You do?” “Of course Y/n,” Sirius emphasised your first name, “means you’re getting fonder of me.”

“Does not,” you protested indignantly, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sirius smirked as he mocked your actions, “Does so. What do you reckon, you starting to fall for me yet?”

You hesitated, blinking helplessly up at him. Gulping, you continued to look into his eyes, then you heard yourself stuttering, “I-I-I mean I... um... I-“

The dark haired boy raised his eyebrows, a smile toying at his lips as sat down on the ledge beside you. He noticed your pause and pulled your hands into his lap, looking at you expectantly. “You what?” He asked with a cheeky smirk.

"I... well... I don’t know about falling for you, but I do want you to know that... that I hate how perfect your bloody hair is, like what's all that about? How come you get the perfect hair and I don't? And I hate how your eyes are like really pretty. And how you get all this attention from people. You can literally walk into a room and everyone's eyes are on you! And not in a bad way! And you know what else, I just really hate that your clothes are actually really soft and smell really nice and I love wearing them even though I'm supposed to be being you anyway and honestly when or if we ever turn back into ourselves I am stealing your grey sweatshirt, you have no say in the matter,” you rambled, cursing yourself mentally for stumbling on your words, continuing staring at the intertwined hands resting upon Sirius’ lap as your heart beat faster as you realised you had all but admitted how you felt.

When you finally looked up, you saw him staring at you in a way you couldn't explain, a grin plastered across his face, "Fine by me doll, you're the girl I'm supposed to spend my life with, I think I can accept you stealing my clothes from time to time."

You blinked, before letting out a scoff, “That's all you have to say? I just basically poured my heart out there. Practically told you that I'm... I don't know..."

"You're what? What are you?" Sirius probed, leaning towards you.

"You I know what I'm trying to say!”

“No I... I don't think I do,” he shook his head innocently, however his smug grin said otherwise.

"Black!"

"L/n!" He mimicked.

"Fine! I'm in love with you, happy?” You threw your arms up in the arm exasperatedly, watching as his grin got wider, “... what?”

"Oh I already knew what you were trying to say, I just wanted you to admit it. I knew you would fall in love with me, I mean, I'm just too amazing for you not to!” He boasted, nodding at you, “As I've said before doll, as soon as we switch back, I'm going to snog the hell out of you."

You shook your head slowly at him, although you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips, “You’re going to be the death of me. It’s a good job I like you as much as I do.”

There was a moment where you felt the world freeze around you, and then as quickly as it had, you found yourself sitting on the opposite side of the ledge, staring into the stormy grey eyes of Sirius Black.

You both looked at each other with the same shocked expression and mouths agape.

As you reached up to check your own face, you exclaimed, “We changed back!"

"Fuck- c'mere," Sirius breathed out, standing up and pulling up up with him. He grabbed you by your hips, bringing you towards him quickly.

He barely brushed his lips against yours, an action you both loved and hated, as it felt good him being so close, but you wanted him closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he finally pushed his lips to yours, kissing you with everything he had.

You had only heard stories of a soulmates’ first kiss, but this... this was much more than you could have ever imagined. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, groaning softly as he licked your bottom lip, biting lightly as you granted him entrance.

He slowly walked you back towards the wall, pressing you between it and his chest, keeping you as close as he could, kissing you as if it were the last thing he’d ever do.

“Did you know I love you?” Sirius mumbled against your lips, pads of his thumbs tracing shapes on your hips. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours so he could look into your eyes.

“I had a feeling,” you said with a cheeky smile, before replying properly, “I-I love you too.”

Without giving you a reply, he simply pressed his lips to yours again, eyes fluttering shut as you gripped his shirt in one hand, his hair in the other.

You weren’t sure when you would’ve stopped if it weren’t for the clearing of a throat behind you, making you pull back and Sirius turn around.

“Only came up here to do my Astronomy homework... but this is great! I mean I knew something was different with you,” James teased with a laugh, “You two switched, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” Sirius replied, wrapping an arm around your hip and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I ship it, my baby Padfoot and his baby L/n. Fabulous! I'll start planning the wedding now - Quidditch themed of course. Colour scheme will be red and gold - obviously - and there’ll be broomsticks for people to ride on and you’ll get married up on a broomstick in front of the goals and-“

As James rambled on with himself, you looked at Sirius, “I am not getting married on a field.”

Sirius laughed, “Why not, it would be amazing!” “Just no, grass stains on a white dress? I don’t think so,” you shook your head with a smile as you glanced back over at James, who continued to plan your wedding aloud. “Can you believe him?” you said amused.

Sirius shook his head fondly, the smile never leaving his face, “He can plan whatever wedding he wants for us to be honest.” You raised an eyebrow at him, tilting your head to one side questioningly.

He just looked back at you lovingly, grabbing your hand in his and pulling it up to press his lips against your knuckles, “I don't care where I get married, just as long as it's to you.”

#sirius black #sirius black imagine #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #marauders #harry potter

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lygerastia · 5 years

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in need of a dance (Lance)

Summary: Lance is feeling homesick, but he tries to hide it. You're just there for him.

Warnings: none.

Chapters: 1 [completed]

Words: 2,841

READ IT ON AO3.

Lance wasn’t the same as he was at the beginning of this adventure. Something changed; but camouflaged behind a large flirtatious smile. Not many noticed—but there was a clear sign in the way he was acting, in the way he was speaking. He still managed to joke around, flirting with aliens or persons he found attractive; but the word s didn’t have the same impact, they weren't as excited as before. They felt forced or spoken usually in a half-hearted manner. He is lacking with the touches, as opposed to how he used to be a lot bolder, not shying from skin to skin contact: a bear hug, a hand on the shoulder or platonic hand holding. Lance used to invade your private space without feeling sorry about it; but now, he apologized for it, as if he was self-conscious about it. All of that was gone. Kept himself away from the others. Still smiled, but the shine was gone. His mind was always drifting someplace else. Whenever he knew someone wasn’t looking, he dropped the fake happiness he created around him to fool the others and reverted to another self of him.

The one that was homesick. The melancholic side of Lance that actually missed his home and his family back on Earth. The one he believes he perfected in hiding from other’s eyes, but it was clearly visible to whom cares enough to observe.

His smile would turn into a frown and his brows would knit above his gloomy blue eyes...

It hurt you to see him like this. The downcast eyes, the obvious need for him to cry his feelings out, but knowing that he couldn’t seem weak in front of the others. The conflicted expression on his handsome face, twisted and unsmiling, clearly feeling a lot more pressure lately now that he has lost connection with his favorite lion. It all started to stack on him and he was losing control. Had no appetite and his focus during training was waning. Disappeared in his room as soon as they finished a training session or after an important mission. He didn’t celebrate anymore, didn’t make a fool out of himself. Isolated himself while pretending he was absolutely ok. But those longing gaze out the window, the long sighs and the time spent in the map room raised a flag inside your head.

Lance was suffering and it was up to you to reassure him that it was not as bad as it might seem. That things might get better someday if he just kept his cool.

You sneak unseen from the other members, not wanting to sour their mood. And you wanted to talk with Lance, alone, knowing that if the paladins knew about this, they'd come with a plan to help him. Your mind already knows where to find Lance—and your steps firmly guide you to that room. You take a deep breath before entering, knowing that this might be a futile battle. What if Lance didn’t want to open up to you? You weren’t close—you were on good terms with every paladin, but you never felt a close connection with either of them. Even if you were always worried about their safety and you were supportive of their actions, aware of their feelings and able to sympathize with them; you didn’t think they thought of you as something more special. That of a close friend. Or more.

You just did what every teammate would’ve done. You are there for them.

But it was a battle worth fighting. Maybe Lance had no one to actually talk to, so this might be a nice change of pace. You couldn’t know the outcome. You just took a step forward and entered the map room, where you undoubtedly found the missing Blue paladin. He just stood there in the middle of the universe, stars, planets and galaxies shining brightly against his tan complexion: he looked beautiful, surrounded by that blue light. It felt like a dream; and it actually made you stop for a second to admire the scene unfolding in front of your eyes.

You’ve always believed that there was something more to Lance than aimless flirting and crude jokes: and now you knew what. He wasn’t always the goofy one or the comic relief. He was suffering more than anyone could imagine, despite all of the paladins fighting with their own issues and demons. Lance seemed lonely, those broad shoulders drooping and back slightly hunched over—not like the prideful stance he had when he became a defender of the universe. He looked defeated, fists clenched. But his head was held high, staring at a certain glowing spot that was probably the Earth. His eyes shone with loss and miss, glassy but still holding a flame that was burning. He might be sad now, but he wasn’t entirely defeated.

Just…remembering.

You take a step, opening your mouth to call his name; but you realize that your voice has failed you. Somehow, you can’t disrupt the peace and serenity that surrounded the boy. You can only silently walk towards his side, steps muffled, hoping that you wouldn’t scare him much with your sudden presence. You stop next to him and look up—he briefly glances at you, showing you that he was aware of you being in the same room from the start. Perceptive. At least sometimes. You smile shyly and he tries to return it, but fails miserably. It looks broken, too crooked. He turns his gaze back to the blue points of lights, staring intensely at that one planet you knew it was called Earth. His home planet; you didn’t know much about it, but the way Lance was talking about it, it must’ve been a gem. He described as being it extremely hot, with golden beaches surrounded by crystal blue water. He often talked about the delicious food there, and how much fun he had with his family: all these stories put him into a pensive mood, and he’d quickly disappear to be alone afterwards. Probably thought of all of this, of his parents and siblings and all the good things he’s missing there.

You wished you could be here for Lance, more often than you tried to be. But you don’t say anything and keep quiet, waiting for him to open up to you. Maybe he will, sooner or later. He didn’t push you away yet, so there might be a chance. Together, you two stare at Earth, taking advantage to get closer to him. You had so many questions for him, but not the courage to ask. You had to do something, though. So, after chewing on your lower lip, you grab his hand, sensing that he was open and vulnerable. His body freezes for a few seconds and he turns his head to you, surprise written all over his face. Blushing a little, you ignore the embarrassment of the situation (knowing that, in other circumstances, this was a dream of his coming true).

He comically opens his mouth and only a stupid squeak comes out. You chuckle at that reaction, finding the courage to speak meaningfully “I’m here for you, Lance. I kinda know what you're feeling...”

Lance’s mouth immediately shuts and he’s solemn. He looks at the tiny planet in the immensity of the universe and then lets out a heavy sigh. Squeezing your hand tightly, he closes his eyes.

“I miss my home. My family, my friends—they probably think I’m dead. They’re worried sick and my mother, heh…” he chuckles dryly, no hint of amusement. “I hope nothing happened to her since she has the tendency to overreact. I know that I should be patient, that maybe one day I’ll be able to go back. Or that the others struggle with much more important struggles than me and that my homesickness pales in comparison with…something else. Maybe I’m just overreacting and I feel stupid for feelings all these things. It’s stupid, but I can’t help it and it’s killing me and—“ he pauses, taking a deep breath and clearly trying to hold his tears at bay. But they were glistening in the dim lights. “And—And I know that I have to save the universe, that I was chosen for something greater than I would have ever believed in my whole life. It’s important for me to save the universe…It’s my duty, I can’t just give up.” He looks down at his feet, his voice lowering to a whisper. “But lately, I feel like I’m not that important to the team anymore…There’s no point for me to be here, I-I just…So maybe I should leave, this is not for me—“

“Don’t say that, Lance!” you say, a bit louder than necessary. “You are part of the team, we couldn’t do this without you! The Red Lion chose you, of course you’re still valid and an asset to us! Don’t ever think that you’re a burden, we need you, Lance.” You sigh, then continue, seeing that he was actually listening to you. “And what you’re feeling—don’t think for a second that they’re stupid. Don’t consider them not as important as what Shiro’s feeling, or Keith. You can’t help it. And that’s ok. Don’t be afraid to feel. You’re not stupid. Please, don’t put yourself down…You’re cheering us up, we wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you. And one day, you’ll go back to Earth and you’ll see everyone dear. I promise.”

You don’t know if the words you told him were helpful or not, but you tried. You may not be the best at pep-talk, but you were there for him and he should know it. That he shouldn’t fight this all alone. That he can confide in others and that they'll listen. Spurred on by the momentum, you step in front of him and gently place a palm on his cheek. You smile at his confused expression, then add “You’re precious, Lance. Don’t ever forget that.”

And for the first time in a while, he smiles largely, so sweetly. It felt as if the sun resided in that grin for a few seconds, as he leans against your touch slightly. He nods, sniffing a little bit. You remove your hand, feeling shy after your actions. Showing affection was not something you normally did, so you hoped Lance wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Not as if you didn’t have a crush on him—that was already settled. But you hoped he wouldn’t pick up on your hints.

“Hey, thanks, [name],” he finally speaks, his voice returning back to normal. At least a little bit. “I appreciate it.” He laughs boisterously. “I almost fell for you there, ya know.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and your cheeks felt like burning. “Uhh, I…” What were you supposed to say to this?! You had to think of something to say, quick!

“Just kidding, I already—“

“Ahaha, you know what I’ve heard?” you interrupt him, not listening to what he was trying to say very shamefully. “Th-That—uhh you can push melancholy by dancing! Aha—ha…”

“Huh…” he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, forgetting his previous idea. “Well, I don’t really know how to dance, but…” ‘See, [name]? That was such a stupid idea!’ “I guess I could try, show you some killer moves!” and he demonstrated by making some ridiculous moves that only made you smile. It was then that you realized that you were still holding hands; and that he didn’t plan on letting go anytime soon. But you did let him go instead, noticing that your palm got a little sweaty from the nerves: you didn’t want Lance to think you were disgusting because of your clammy hands.

“Ha ha, yeah, I don’t know how to dance either, it was stupid of me—“

“Hey, wait a second!” he lunges towards you, grabbing your wrist as you were quickly trying to get away from the boy that created so many emotions inside of you. Getting more attached only meant trouble—and you were already knee-deep in love with the Blue paladin. You shiver at his touch, looking more confused by his actions. He wasn’t showing anything behind that smile, though. You couldn’t read him. “I didn’t say I dislike your idea. I appreciate you trying to cheer me up, I really do! So I wouldn’t mind fooling around a little bit.”

His grin seems convincing enough—so you nod. “Then…Let’s dance.” Just on cue, as if someone (or the whole castle) was listening to you two, slow and romantic music started to play all around the room. The kind that needed closeness to be fully experienced. A bit surprised by this, you wonder if this wasn’t all planned by someone—or if this was even a function possible for the castle to produce on its own. But all of those thoughts disappear as Lance wraps his arms around your waist and brings you closer to his body. it didn't matter. You gasp a little as he mumbles something out, embarrassed and totally avoiding your gaze. Was that a blush on his cheeks? It was already dark, so it must’ve been your mind playing tricks on you.

“This is how you do it, no?” you hear him say and his sheepish tone of voice makes you self-aware on what you two were doing. Holding hands so boldly? This only happened in your dreams. And his palms were sweatier than yours, if that was possible. He was as nervous and new at this as you were.

“Um, I don’t know. I am not familiar with this kind of…dancing…”

“R-Right, uh…” he started moving, stepping to the side. You followed his lead, unsure in your steps. “I’ll—I’ll teach you then..”

You two don’t know what you’re doing: you’re just spinning around, following the melody’s rhythm. It’s slow and romantic, filled with passionate violins and sweet lyrics that probably would’ve made you blush deep red if you knew the language it was spoken in. But you read them with your heart and the mood is quickly set in, ignoring your fumbling steps or forgetting to count how many times you’ve stepped on Lance’s feet or him on yours. After so many minutes of avoiding each other’s gaze, the moment you make contact, it stays there. Because you were mesmerized, seeing how the glowing planets and stars around you shined in his blue eyes—he danced in an aura that made him look angelic. You didn’t think he’d be more beautiful than this, but here he was, in front of your eyes, being all amazing. And when he smiled toothily, attempting to be his old seductive self, it left you breathless.

The song is coming to an end—you both feel it. And when the music stop, you stop too. You’re left in silence, filling in the gaps. No words needed to be said as you stared at one another, slightly out of air for different reasons. He cocks his head to the side in a cute manner and you almost feel like he’s going to lean in and kiss you. The atmosphere spoke so, soft and intense. But you weren’t sure if that is supposed to be for now. You take a deep breath, pressing yourself closer to him, still holding onto his hand and him still digging his nails into your waist.

“You’re beautiful…” you let that sink in before gently calling his name.

And he crumbles. His face scrunches, he bites his lower lip in an attempt to stop his sobbing—but he’s already crying, tears running loose on his cheeks. “Lan—“ your words are interrupted by him bringing you into a tight hug, squeezing the life out of you. He buries his nose in the crook of your neck, sobbing into your jacket, while his hands claw at your back in an attempt of support. You react immediately, latching yourself onto him and responding to the heartwarming hug, knowing that he was only seeking comfort. You make yourself comfortable, inhaling his ocean scent that he kept back from where he calls home, and gently rub circles on his back.

“Let it all out…” you whisper encouraging words, knowing that this was the only way he could vent. And you were glad you chased after him, that you spent effort in making him feel better for himself. You just wanted to see him happy, to protect him. And, one day, he’ll see his dreams come true. One day, he’ll go back home, when this is all over. With or without you by his side. But, right now, only this moment mattered. Only he mattered. And, as he cried into your shoulder, his whole lanky body trembling in your arms, you couldn’t help but feel that you did the right thing.

Because this boy was a ray of sunshine. And he only deserved the best.

“Thank you…”

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[masterlist]

#Lance voltron #Lance VLD #Lance imagine #lance mcclain #Lance x reader

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lupinlongbottom · 6 years

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Cups of Sugar

Remus Lupin x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Remus Lupin never expected to fall in love. He never expected to literally fall at all.

Prompt: remus x hufflepuff reader please! idk just something about how their relationship forms. super fluffy and beautiful, thankyou :) - Anon

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: like one swear word? mostly fluff!!

A/N: i hope i wrote what you were looking for anon! and yeah i know. i ripped off that one line near the end from A Goofy Movie bUT!!! it’s a cute line so idc

He truly hadn’t expected to be in this situation.

Sirius’ latest prank worked quite well, too well. Remus was current on the run from a hoard of rather pissed Slytherin students, whom reeked of dungbombs. Sirius had made a point to run as fast as they could, separating from Remus early on in the chase. Remus had rarely found himself in the dungeons outside of Potions class, so he was running rather blind. He turned the corner, hoping to finally lose the Slytherins behind him. The corridor, however, left much to be desired, as no doors were in sight, just torches and a rather large painting of fruit.

“Great!” Remus hissed, running a hand through his sandy curls.

“I bet he went this way!” One Slytherin shouted, voice drawing nearer. Remus felt his heart beat harder, louder than he had ever felt it beat before. Frantic, Remus tried to find a hiding spot, to no luck. The portrait of fruit swung towards him, knocking him flat on his behind. A girl walked behind it. She was carrying a platter of rather fresh looking cookies. Her eyes met Remus’ rather frenzied ones.

“Come on! He couldn’t have gone far!” A different Slytherin shouted, shadows growing in the corridor. The girl dropped the platter and grabbed Remus’ grey sleeve, suddenly pulling him up and into the hole behind the portrait, the painting slamming behind them.

Remus stood still, stunned by the rather crazy turn of events. The girl readjusted her headband—Hufflepuff, Remus noticed—and sighed.

“Are you okay?” She asked, voice as smooth as silk.

Remus nodded, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.

She smiled. “Why were you running from those Slytherins anyway?”

“Long story,” Remus huffed, glancing up at the girl. “You have something—your cheek.” He pointed to his own face, signaling to the girl. She had a soft dusting of what looked to be flour on the bridge of her nose, flowing down to her jaw.

“Oh!” She quickly wiped the flour away, thoroughly embarrassed. “Sorry, I was just baking, must’ve gotten carried away.” She laughed, the sound echoing to Remus’ ears. He had never heard such a sweet sound.

“Where are we?” Remus asked, glancing around at his surroundings for the first time. He had been too distracted to do so before.

“The kitchens,” The girl replied. “Where else?”

“I didn’t know students were allowed in the kitchen.”

“They’re not,” She smiled. “Not usually, anyway.”

“Ah.”

The two stood rather awkwardly, the girl rocking back and forth on her heels while Remus fumbled with his sleeve. The air that surrounded them grew heavy.

“I’m (Y/N).” She said, breaking the silence, holding out her hand.

“Remus,” He grabbed her hand—ignoring how terribly soft it was—and shook it slightly. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

“Remus? Like that friend of James Potter?” (Y/N) asked, eyes widening.

Remus meekly nodded. “Yes. Is that not good?”

She laughed. “Oh, no! It’s alright,” (Y/N) waved off Remus’ expression. “But my friend had a nasty spat of boils all over her face for a bit because of some prank he had pulled.”

Remus winced slightly. Spiking a pitcher at the Hufflepuff table with a random vial James had stolen from Slughorn hadn’t exactly been their most elaborate prank. Nor their smartest, come to think of it. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.”

“Then, I should apologize about your cookies,” Remus pointed to the door. “You dropped them back there.”

“S’all right, they’re just cookies,” (Y/N) shrugged. “It’s easier to whip up another batch of cookies than mend a broken bone.”

“I suppose so,” Remus chuckled airily, ignoring the flutter in his chest. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

(Y/N) moved a hand to her chin, rubbing it lightly. “I heard you’re a pretty big book junkie. Are you any good at Charms?” Remus hesitated, but nodded. “I need some help studying for Flitwick’s next exam, mind helping me?”

“Of course.”

“Awesome!” (Y/N) jumped a little in glee. “Thank you! I’m absolutely rubbish at Charms. Usually can’t get the wand movement right.”

Remus smiled. “Does 7 o’clock work? The library?”

(Y/N) nodded rather quickly. “See you then!”

Remus watched (Y/N) bounce away, disappearing from his view. He stood for a moment, mulling over her words. She was a perfect stranger— a rather beautiful one at that—whom had helped him in a time of need, sacrificing a perfectly good plate of cookies to save him.

A Hufflepuff action, if he’d ever seen one.

The clock in the kitchen chimed, signaling the time. Remus had 4 hours to brush up on his tutoring skills before he met with the elusive (Y/N) in the library. Deciding that it was safe to leave the kitchens, Remus made his way back to his room, grin like glue to his face.

—

Their meeting in the library went off without a hitch. So well, in fact, they had made it a weekly occurrence and have been at it for a few months. Saturday nights had never been as exciting to Remus than they were now, even putting James’ weekly trivia game into account.

“How are you, Remus?” (Y/N) asked, setting down her rather worn book bag on the spot beside her.

Remus looked up from his textbook and smiled. “The usual, I suppose,” He shrugged. “Get to spend my evening with you.”

“Is that a bad thing?” (Y/N) asked, voice slightly concerned.

“No, of course not! I love…” Remus cleared his throat. “…like spending time with you.”

“It’s because I bring cookies, isn’t it?” (Y/N) chuckled, pulling a small brown parcel of baked goods out of her bag, sliding it over to Remus.

Remus opened the parcel and inhaled deeply, sighing at the scent. “No, but it is a plus,” He took a bite of the chocolate chip cookie—his favorite—and nodded at (Y/N).

“What? None of your friends bake for you?” She giggled, resting her head in her hand, staring intently at Remus, who now had a few crumbs dusting his chin.

Remus shook his head. “Can you imagine James or Sirius in an apron?” (Y/N) shook her head. “Yeah,” He chuckled. “Exactly.”

“Peter doesn’t bake?” (Y/N) asked, now imagining Remus’ pudgy friend donned in a lacy pink apron.

“He tried,” Remus recalled, leaning his chair back slightly. “Ended up with something resembling quaffles rather than cookies.”

“Size wise, or shape wise?”

“Both,” Remus said, joining in on (Y/N)’s growing laughter. “They tasted alright. I ate two of them myself.”

“You really see the best in everyone, don’t you Remus?” (Y/N) asked, mindlessly.

Remus felt his face grow slightly hot. “I suppose. Peter had worked extremely hard on the cookies, it was only fitting that someone ate some.” He said, tapping his quill lightly to the table. A small inkblot grew in it’s spot.

“But Sirius and James didn’t eat any of them?”

Remus shook his head.

“That’s what I’m talking about! You are just so kind and thoughtful of your friend’s feelings…” (Y/N) sighed, glancing wistfully at Remus’ still shocked face. A heat rose to her cheeks. “Anyway! Let’s get to these books, they’re not going to read themselves.”

“Legere Ipsum.” Remus said, waving his wand lightly. Nothing happened.

“Okay, I know I’m not great at Charms, but that can’t possibly be an actual spell.” (Y/N) said, catching a laugh in her throat.

Remus smiled lightly. “It was worth a shot. James had gotten a Latin dictionary for Christmas and tried to make up his own spells by putting random words together,” A quick glance was given at (Y/N), who now was laughing loudly. Remus smiled wider. “I confiscated it after Peter’s ears started to turn blue.”

“Does it make a good read?”

“I never really looked too hard at it,” Remus shrugged, glancing back down at his parchment. “I learned a few new words here or there, but that’s about it.”

“Lair.”

“Excuse me?” Remus said, blinking once.

“Let me guess,” (Y/N) hummed, sticking a finger under her chin. “You probably first shoved it in your trunk—out of James’ reach, good job on that—but he still found it.”

“But that’s just the most sensible thing, it’s not exactly a lucky guess (Y/N)—”

“Shush,” (Y/N)’s finger flew to Remus’ lips gently, taping them once. “Let me finish, will you?” Remus nodded. “So, to keep a more watchful eye on it, you moved the book to under your pillow when you slept. It was probably not the most comfortable thing in the world, so you removed it, only to grow curious about the book, leading you to read it. Therefore, unsuspectingly learning Latin.”

“Wow,” Remus said, slightly shocked. “How did you pull that out of thin air?”

“Not thin air,” (Y/N) hummed. “I noticed a bit after Christmas that you were rubbing your neck quite a bit—from the book, that part seems obvious—and you looked slightly less well rested since then. It doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.” (Y/N) shrugged.

“You noticed those things?” Remus asked, voice growing soft.

(Y/N) nodded. “When you get tired, your eyes look a little more sunken in and your face isn’t as colorful,” (Y/N) coughed and pushed the excess hairs in her face behind her ear. “You also seemed to be spacing out a bit more than usual.”

“Oh,” Remus glanced at his parchment, focusing on the metal tip of his quill. “I guess I didn’t realize how observant you were.”

“I’m usually not,” (Y/N) shook her head. “But I notice a lot about you. Little changes,” (Y/N) sighed. “Like, you recently have been wearing the cardigan uniform more often. You also just started wearing cologne. I-It smells nice.” (Y/N) stammered. Why did she suddenly feel embarrassed?

“Sirius charmed my other jumpers to shrink when I touch them and I haven’t worked out the counter-curse yet,” Remus mumbled, cheeks growing pink. “A-and, thank you—about the cologne.”

“Did you get it for Christmas?”

Remus quickly nodded. “Yeah, Christmas.” He didn’t have the courage to admit of the true nature of the fragrance. He had saved up enough to purchase the bottle in Hogsmeade just recently. It was a musky vanilla fragrance. Remus figured (Y/N) would like it, he hoped, at least.

“You know what it reminds me of?” (Y/N) sighed lightly, leaning back in her chair. Remus shook his head. “The kitchens. More specifically, right after the house elves bake the desserts for the evening.”

“Really? I’m glad that worked out.” Remus mumbled.

(Y/N) glanced up from her book. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” Remus smiled knowingly. “Nothing at all.

—

“…so then I tell Remus and (Y/N) to get a room!” Sirius bellows, the sound echoing through the Great Hall.

The Marauders, minus Remus, were enjoying an early breakfast before class. Peter hadn’t been up to date on the current gossip revolving their furry friend and the Hufflepuff girl who smelt of cinnamon.

“They’re still not dating though, right?” James asked, stuffing a slightly overcooked sausage into his mouth.

Sirius nearly choked on his morning juice. “Are you kidding? Those two just snogged for the first time ever, after knowing each other for almost the entire year!” Sirius took another sip. “I reckon we’ll have graduated by the time Moony bucks up enough courage to formally ask her out.”

“For not asking her out, he seems to be pretty close to (Y/N) right now,” Peter said, pointing to the entrance of the hall. “Look.”

James and Sirius turned their heads. Indeed there he was, gently holding (Y/N)’s hand—as if he were holding a baby bird. A giant smile was plastered to his scarred face, (Y/N) giggling by his side. The two lovebirds walked towards the Hufflepuff table, a gaggle of girls in (Y/N)’s year were waving them down with a sense of gusto.

“Oi! Moony!” James shouted, hands cupping his mouth. Remus glanced in their direction, eyebrows raised. “What the actual fuck!?”

“Mr. Potter! Language!” McGonagall said, standing up from the faculty table, eyeing the curly haired Gryffindor down. “10 points from Gryffindor.”

“Way to go Prongs,” Sirius snickered. “Evans is going to kill you for that one.”

James turned a beet red. “I couldn’t help it. Moony never not sits with us. Now he has that (Y/N) girl to sit with,” James’ voice turned a sour note. “What a tool.”

“Mate, he’s our friend. Calm down and just be happy for him, would you?” Sirius shrugged.

“You don’t feel a bit upset that he’s not sitting here this morning?”

“I do,” Sirius gripped his fork a bit tighter. “He’s one of our best friends, of course I do. But, you know how long he’s liked (Y/N). Give it time.”

James sat with his lips slightly parted, sitting slightly shocked.

“Wow Sirius! That was deep!” Peter exclaimed.

“Indeed.”

—

“You’re insane.” “Not insane, just tipsy.” Remus smiled.

“Same thing,” (Y/N) shrugged. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you get that wine. I knew you’d drink too much of it.”

“But it’s been 5 whole years since we’ve started dating! We had to celebrate somehow, love,” Remus said, swinging his legs atop the tree branch he now resided in. “Come on, I don’t bite. Well, not for another few days at least.” He laughed, holding his hand out.

(Y/N) smiled and pulled herself up the tree and sat next to Remus. The moon was nearly full, to Remus’ point of, it was only a few days until it was full. It used to be a rare occurrence where Remus would just sit and appreciate the moon. How could the thing that plagued his very being ever possibly be calming?

His hand rested atop of (Y/N)’s gently, drawing aimless circles with his thumb. “So that’s what changed.”

“What?” (Y/N) hummed, turning her head at Remus.

“Nothing.” He lied.

“If you say so,” (Y/N) turned her head back to the scenery in front of her. The moonlight hit her face in such a way that Remus was left breathless. How did such a beautiful woman ever fall in love with him? She had made sure to tell him nearly every day how beautiful he was, but there was this nagging feeling in his heart that proved him wrong. That nagging feeling was sitting right beside him. “How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?” (Y/N) asked, mindlessly.

“I love you.” Remus blurted.

“That’s rather sudden, but doesn’t answer my question,” (Y/N) giggled, grabbing his hand a bit tighter. “I love you too.” She placed a slightly wet kiss to his cheek.

“I love you,” Remus repeated, looking into her (Y/E/C) eyes. “I love the way you scrunch your nose when you get annoyed,” (Y/N) scrunched her nose, possibly in protest. “I love the way you laugh, it’s beautiful—thought that since I met you. The way you care so deeply about everything you do makes my heart grow light, almost like a feather.”

“Remus, where are you going with this?” (Y/N) laughed softly.

“But, most importantly, I love the way you love me,” Remus sighed, his breath was slightly shaking. “You let me see myself in a new light, make myself love the man I am and the man I’ve become. Because of you.” His other hand grazed his pants pocket, fingers dipping ever so into the fabric.

“Remus,” (Y/N) croaked, her eyes swimming with tears. “Remus, you’re drunk.”

“Even so,” He pulled the deep blue velvet box out of his pocket, his hand having a hard time staying still. “I’m in the right mind to know what I want—sorry that I can’t get down on one knee, but you get the idea, right?” He opened the box, a small diamond ring glittered in the remaining moonbeams. “(Y/N) (L/N), you quite literally crashed into my life with that warm smile and honey-thick laugh and I haven’t been the same since. I want to hear your laugh, see your smile and feel your love for the rest of my life. Will you—”

“Wait,” (Y/N) coughed, wiping a few stray tears from her eyes. “Answer my question first.”

“Your question?” Remus asked, taken aback. “About the sugar?”

“You never answered. I want to hear your answer before you hear mine. It’s a non-negotiable, Lupin.” She laughed.

Remus smiled, tilting his head back to stare deeply into the leaves above him. “Fair enough,” He sighed. “I suppose you’d have to look at it from a mathematical standpoint. Would the sugar be in a normal cup? If that’s the case, then find the distance to the moon and divide it by that.”

“That’s not an answer, that’s a solution.” (Y/N) said, following Remus’ lead, looking up into the dark tree above her.

“At least 5. Maybe more.”

(Y/N) laughed. “I’ll accept that.”

Remus cleared his throat and took in a deep breath.

“(Y/N), will you marry me?”

(Y/N) paused, taking a moment to fully absorb the image placed in front of her. The man she had loved for the last 5 years was now putting his heart out in the open, ready for the taking. His scars shone brilliantly against the light pink of his flushed skin, a shy smile graced his thin lips. Her eyes darted at the ring—it couldn’t have come cheap—but, it was perfect. Chosen just for her.

“At least 5. Maybe more.” She smiled, eyes still damp from her brief crying episode before.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Remus laughed, a tear dripping down his cheek.

(Y/N) reached up to his face, wiping the tear away with her thumb, grazing gently across the stubble. “Yes. One thousand percent, yes!”

Remus let out a soft cough. How long had he been holding his breath? His shaking hand grasped (Y/N)’s tightly, snaking the ring onto her finger. It was then, in that moment, with (Y/N)’s glittering hand pressed against his chest, that Remus truly felt whole.

“I love you,” (Y/N) hiccuped. “I love you.”

Remus leaned in, letting his lips connect with hers. The kiss was warm and inviting, begging him to stay in that moment forever.

He truly hadn’t expected to be in this situation;

But man, did he enjoy every second of it.

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Act 1: A Little Help, Chapter 3

Alright, the final chapter of this act. Can’t say it’s the most exciting thing, but hopefully this will at least kick off the exciting stuff. Thanks to all of you who read this.

Also I will note, I know for the RP people, you already know this, but for others. If the speech is in italics, then it is coming from the voice in Alphys’ head. Cool, also sorry in advance to Floof if Gaster isn’t quite the way you do it. Hope you enjoy.

FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT

The sun in the sky showed it was approximately mid-afternoon as it was heading towards the horizon, and it was under this sun that Asgore got a great view of the house. Seeing all the boards out of place, paint peeling off, and a bunch of other bits of the house falling to pieces. The house gave him a weird feeling inside himself, as if it wasn’t feeling so well, a sick feeling, but that was most likely to do with the decayed look. Asgore opened and walked through the fence gate slowly, the thought of fixing this bloody mess was giving him a slight daunted feeling, Red wasn’t kidding, it looked like it was ready to collapse. The goat child also cringed as he was walking past the garden, the yellow grass and wilted plants were enough to get him riled up. With a smile he stepped onto the porch, no matter how hard the job was, he was prepared to do whatever it takes, and honestly if he really thought about it, the longer it took, the better, apparently hard work builds character, according to his teachers anyway. ‘’Heh yeah, but what happens when your hard work builds you the wrong way?’’, he morbidly thought about the one time he’d been accused of talking back with such a statement, looking back it wasn’t a smart move, but of course he couldn’t keep the trap shut. Thinking time was over, now was the time for action, looking back towards the fence entrance to check that his plan was in motion, he then turned back to the door and knocked on the door, wincing when he realised he may have been rough on the old thing as it shook violently on its hinges, as far as he could tell, the wonky hinges could let go and he would be a bit of a door pancake. The prince was about to knock again when he heard little footsteps heading towards the door, way to small to be Undyne’s so they were certainly Alphys’. The door swung open and Asgore gave his friendliest smile.

‘’O-oh h-hello, what b-brings y-you here? Ummmm can I-I get you a d-drink or something?’’, Alphys watched nervously at Asgore, not expecting him of all people, was Gaster here or something? ‘’O-o-oh no, I’m s-s-sorry, I d-didn’t a-ask how y-you were, or wh-what you’re up t-to coming a-around here’’. Asgore chuckled and scratched the back of his head, ‘’It’s all good Alphys, I’m doing fine right now, sorry for disturbing you….’’ He glanced up and down at her, ‘’…You obviously weren’t expecting anyone.’’ Alphys blushed faintly as she looked down and did recall that she was wearing her PJ’s. ‘’Heh they’re a bit cute Alph. Hey, would you mind if I come inside, just came around to visit a friend.’’ Alphys sighed at his comment and hesitated before nodding, opening the door more, ‘’Alright, j-just h-head down t-t-to the r-r-right and sit on a couch, I’ll be th-there, pl-please just stay th-there until I g-g-get b-back.’’ Asgore nodded and headed inside while Alphys scampered off to her room to get dressed in something a bit more normal, she let out a slight groan as the she heard a yawn from in her head, ‘’oooooo, we got Asgore today do we? Well at least it’s more interesting than visits from those other two.’’, ‘’Y-you n-n-never had to b-be up the f-f-for times Red came over y-y-you know?’’ The voice inside sighed, ‘’I know, but sleeping isn’t exactly less boring you know? Also blasts valuable time I could use thinking of some way out of this mess, or to make you do something amusing.’’

Asgore watched Alphys scurry off after giving her an affirmative nod, and he smiled until he heard her bedroom door close a few rooms away. The kid’s smile had disappeared as he could only stare blankly at the tape covered walls, slight rips in the couch and scratches over tables, part of him swore some of the roof was bending in, but if it was, it wasn’t extreme enough to tell definitively. “Heh yeeeeaaaah this is gonna be quite the project huh?’’ He moved over to a window and looked through it, putting up all of his fingers to whatever was out there, before going to sit down on a couch. Asgore was incredibly grateful he didn’t fall through the battered and worn out couch and was now wondering where to start because he figured he probably should plan his route around cleaning the place. ‘’For the biggest effect, I imagine doing one area and focussing on presentation will be the best bet.’’ The kid felt a bit of a grumble in his gut as he realised he had skipped lunch, ‘’Hmmm think the dining room or kitchen might be the best bet, yep that will be the plan’’, he smiled as he figured he was a genius for such a great idea. Asgore looked towards where he was once again hearing the little footsteps of the resident, and Alphys was wearing a lab coat over a black shirt, her usual attire for as long as he knew her…. which made his plan just a little easier. ‘’S-s-so Asgore, c-c-can I g-get you something? L-like a d-drink or s-something?’’ Asgore nodded, ‘’I can make us both one if you want.’’ The lizard quickly shook her head, ‘’N-n-no I can d-do it, y-you’re the guest, c-come I’ll g-get the kettle going for t-tea.’’ Alphys walked slowly to the kitchen where which Asgore followed, successfully hiding his shock at the state of the kitchen, there really was no where spared from the tyranny of negligence. Alphys turned the kettle on after putting water in it, and started getting tea bags, ‘’S-sorry, I don’t have a-any of the g-golden flower st-stuff, will g-green tea suffice?’’. Asgore nodded, he decided striking up a conversation might settle down the poor girl’s nerves a little bit, ‘’So Alph, how have you and Undyne been doing, living together must be pretty swell right?’’, he wondered what Undyne thought about the state of this place. But the moment that thought finished, he got his answer, the lizard seeming to get a little depressed, ‘’O-o-oh uhhh it w-was good yes. B-but it d-didn’t last v-very long. One m-m-month in and sh-she’s already l-left the country, that was several months ago….’’ Asgore suddenly felt bad and felt uncomfortable, rubbing his arm and watching as Alphys’ face became a smile, albeit a weak one, but one nonetheless. ‘’B-b-but hey, th-that’s j-just like h-her. Kn-knew she wouldn’t be able t-to stay in one p-place for very long….J-just glad she’s happy y-you know…she w-won’t be back for a while.’’ Asgore nodded, trying to make that feeling go away, while he wishes he didn’t bring it up, it gave him some valuable info that he swiftly locked that in the back of his head. ‘’Yeah, of course ummm so you been up to anything recently? Surely something new must’ve happened at…any point’’. Alphys appeared physically relieved at the distraction from the previous topic and nodded, thinking for a few moments before finally speaking and smiling, ‘’Y-yeah well R-red’s come over a f-few times, that’s al-always nice of him, d-do enjoy those d-days……Oh yeah! w-work has been good I s-suppose, the n-new manager i-is a pretty cool p-person……that’s about it.’’ Alphys heard to kettle go off and she took it off the heat and put the tea bags in the cups, ‘’Work huh? Where do you work? Some big fancy lab somewhere?’’. The lizard hesitated at the response, before pouring in the water to both cups, missing the gleam in his eyes, as if everything was going according to plan. ‘’Hehe no, I d-don’t work i-in a lab, k-kind of a j-junkyard really. Th-they hired me to c-combine a f-few things h-here and there to s-sell. G-guess y-you could s-say working o-off my strengths.’’ Alphys started stirring the tea as she gave a shy laugh, before finally passing the tea to Asgore, the two of them tried it at the same time and Asgore made a couple of sounds of approval, ‘’Nicely done, this is good stuff, thank you Alphys’’. She nodded and gave Asgore a curious look, ‘’S-sorry I-I haven’t asked, b-but wh-what’s b-been up w-with you, h-haven’t s-seen y-you for quite a while.’’ Asgore sighed and was thinking on his answer when suddenly, the doorbell rang, ‘’Oh looks like you have company once more, sorry if I intruded, didn’t realise.’’ The scientist shook her head, a nervous expression appearing once more, ‘’I-I w-wasn’t ex-expecting an-anyone, p-please g-give me one moment’’. Asgore nodded and Alphys ran off back towards the front door. ‘’My my, aren’t we popular today, thought we were avoiding this,’’ ‘’Y-yeah I-I know, it’s s-scary, b-but hey, y-you wanted an interesting d-day didn’t y-you?’’ The response from the voice was a groan and after a good five seconds of hesitation, she opened the door, and once more, was surprised to who she found outside.

‘’Oh, why, hello there’’ the pink shawl wearing alligator started and then the cat with the blue overalls who continued, ‘’It’s, like, nice to see you Alphys, it’s been…’’, ‘’….soooo long’’. The two of them laughed in sync after the alligator finished the sentence, giving each other friendly looks, the all so familiar actions of the pair. ‘’Br-bratty? C-c-catty? Wh-what are you t-two doing here? H-how d-did you e-even find my p-place.’’ The newcomers just seemed to laugh in unison and this time Catty decided to start the talk, ‘’Oh well Alph no need to worry about that, we both figured…’’ ‘’Yeah totally the both of us’’ ‘’…that we needed to catch up again, it’s been, like totally, years…’’ ‘’And there’s no better way to do that than a BIG GIRLS CLOTHES SHOPPING TRIP’’ the two seemed to cheer that last bit, ‘’What do ya say girlfriend?’’, the scientist looked at both them, though her gaze seemed to lean naturally towards Catty who was twirling a finger through the blue streak in her hair and the smaller monster’s expression looked a little terrified, ‘’O-oh uh th-thanks ummm….girlfriends? B-but I h-have a guest o-over, m-maybe we can s-sort out a t-time l-later’’. Asgore’s voice came from the other room loudly with a chuckle, ‘’I’m all good, feel free to take her away’’. Alphys paled slightly at hearing that and the girly let out simultaneous yells of excitement and glee, ‘’Oh geez, this can’t be happening, please don’t be taken by them, anything but them please.’’ Alphys ignored her as she was wondering why the heck this was happening, what on earth do you get on a shopping trip, what type of clothes were they going to get. Oh no she hadn’t done research on this type of thing, she was going to be an embarrassment. Catty disagreed apparently, as she barely read Alphys’ expression, “Aww c’mon, like, no need to be worried, we’ll take good care of you’’ ‘’Yeah totes, I mean you got to wear something other than that white coat someday…’’ ‘’Yeah, like, don’t they say something like….variety spices up life or something?’’ ‘’EXACTLY, that’s like totally what I would’ve said, we’re so smart sometimes aren’t we?’’ The two laughed together, looking very proud of themselves. Alphys turned her head and tried to call out, ‘’Asgore wh-‘’, but then she was quickly cut off by Asgore himself, his voice seeming to get weirdly excited for a reason she couldn’t fathom, ‘’Don’t worry, you go have fun, I’ll let myself out after I finish this…’’. The nervous scientist was about call out back when all of a sudden, the two at the front door grabbed Alphys, one by each arm, and lifted her off the ground fairly easily, and started walking her away from the house. ‘’W-wait, WHATAREYOUDOING?!?!’’ Alphys started to panic as she was lifted away by the two, Asgore was laughing heartedly, the panic amusing him a fair bit, and when he heard the front door close and the sounds of a spooked lizard disappear, he put his tea on the bench while leaning on the same thing. ‘’Alrighty, plan was a success, well I know where I’m starting.’’ He grinned as he started pulling a couple of bags of nails, some snacks and a lightbulb out of his pocket. Asgore was busy hitting some nails into the dining room table with a hammer. The first struggle when he started was hunting down some tools, he was certain the resident should have something, and after about half an hour of climbing around the house, going through cupboards, he finally noticed a shed in the backyard, he went over and plundered it, then got the hammer that he needed. The next step on the great adventure was to change the lightbulb in the dining room, he felt a little bit of pride in predicting its sorry state, which is why he had bought one from a store on the way down. The goat child was quite happy to find that changing the light bulb and making sure it worked didn’t take as long as the hammer hunt from earlier. When Asgore turned on the light, he looked around the room, expecting it to help him fix the table, but he quickly turned it off with a nervous look, as the light only showed even more issues in the dusty room, he didn’t need extra problems visualised at the moment. The table was the main project, the one he was hoping to bring all his work together as a spectacle and he was going to end up working on it for another hour or two without a break, the boredom really gave him time to think on the situation and develop his ideas. The first thing that he realised was that Undyne was probably the one that did a bunch of the maintenance of the house, and her leaving seemed to cause some form of stress for the poor scientist. Alphys needed some long-term help, someone to show her how to do stuff around here permanently, but he wasn’t going to be able to do that while at Gaster’s, not properly anyway. The youngster than suddenly had a lightbulb in his head, an idea perfect for everyone involved, one with no negatives to anyone involved. Now invigorated even further, Asgore went to straightening up the legs of the table, he was feeling a rush of determination that no amount of tiredness or boredom hold him back.

Alphys felt exhaustion as she was walking back home, a small bag with a couple of T-shirts, and dress. Nothing overly expensive since Bratty nor Catty couldn’t actually pay for much, which made it all the more stranger they came around, ’’Ok, next time, I choose boredom, I’m sorry I ever complained about it’’. Despite the voice’s talk she did enjoy hanging out with them, it was fun to talk and get out of the house and such, even if they did cheapskate a bit, and if choosing any form of clothes wasn’t stressful enough. But now she could feel her bed calling to her, ready allow her mind to fade to darkness from all the action she’d just experienced, socialising with those two was always a challenge, but her thoughts of that disappeared suddenly, ‘’W-w-why is th-there a l-light on? I-is someone b-breaking in?!’’, she gulped as she rushed to the front door, ‘’Robbers aren’t going to turn the light on you know… or fix it.’’ In a panic she tried unlocking the door but found it already unlocked. ‘’O-o-oh no....A-a-asgore forgot t-to lock the d-door before l-leaving.’’ The lizard monster decided it was for the best if she listened through the door before rushing in to danger, and she couldn’t hear anything being turned over, couldn’t hear anyone doing anything. Alphys attempted to open the door silently, turning the handle at a snail’s pace as she could feel her heartbeat speed up. Good, the entrance area hadn’t been ransacked, cool start she supposed, at least that’s what she was trying to tell herself. Keys in hand, holding it out in what she hoped was a threatening manner. The scared monster was now trying to slow her breathing as she took small steps towards the light filled room, the dining room obviously, ‘’H-h-here goes n-nothing’’ she whispered before jumping around the corner, looking into the dining room area. ‘’Wh-wh-wh-wh-what…….Whatareyoudoingherestill?!’’, Asgore was sitting a fairly good looking dining room table, at least comparatively, light on and with two sandwiches on the table, one for him and one obviously for a newcomer, which was no doubt her. The goat child had an apologetic smile as he felt a bit guilty, the lady looked as if she was ready to have a heart attack. ‘’Oh uh hey, sorry about that. Honestly wasn’t particularly sure the best way to do this, but I fixed your table and light, that’s cool right? Please um sit’’. Alphys took a few deep breaths before putting her keys on the bench and sitting down, looking at the quite simple ham and cheese sandwich. ‘’U-uh Asgore? Th-thanks for a-all th-this I s-suppose, b-but shouldn’t y-you be g-getting home, it’s g-getting quite late.’’ Asgore shook his head, a grin going across his face which made Alphys feel a little nervous, ‘’No, not really, I have a big proposition for you, I would like to help teach you how look after this house properly and also….move in here too’’. Alphys nearly spat out a bite of sandwich that she just took, taking a few seconds before swallowing safely, ‘’Al, he can’t do that can he?’’. The scientist seemed to be panicking once more. ‘’B-b-but…….G-g-gaster….wh-what about s-s-school….’’. The goat however didn’t look deterred one bit, he was expecting such a scared reaction. ‘’Ok let me break down all the foreseen issues. Gaster will be fine, after this I’m going to give him a call, and we’ll come to an agreement. School will be fine, I’m caught up and there’s a bus stop near here, only a couple minutes away.’’ Asgore paused for a few seconds before his expression came to one on realisation. ‘’Oh and uh don’t worry about having to go crazy shopping or anything, I’ll eat whatever you have, and maybe I can even do the shopping for you.’’ Asgore kept giving off a warm smile, while Alphys looked troubled, something was up here, and she wasn’t sure what. The goat was watching all the expressions on hr face, and he found it weird when all of a sudden, she seemed to be listening to something, nothing he could hear anyway. Alphys nodded, ‘’A-a-alright Asgore, umm p-perhaps y-you call Gaster n-now while I-I check s-something, and I’ll g-give you m-my answer then’’. Alphys stood up and passed Asgore her mobile, she was looking worried before she headed out a door, deeper in the house. The prince decided he would do the call out the front of the house.

Asgore was feeling a bit of dread and worry himself now, the rings felt like they were taking forever, he knew this was going to be a little painful emotionally, but it had to be done, for the better of everyone. Suddenly the rings stopped and heard the familiar voice, ‘’Oh hello, Alphys, why are you calling?’’ Asgore let out sigh, and he could already sense the Doctor’s demeanour get serious, ‘’Hey Gaster, sorry it’s a little late,’’ he said as he watched the sun setting. The voice on the phone, it’s curious tone turned to one of anger, ‘’A little late? ASGORE, WHERE THE HECK HAVE YOU BEEN, THE CURFEW WAS DUE HOURS AGO, TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE SO I CAN PICK YOU UP!!’’ The kid had to put the phone away from his ear, a small tinge of guilt seeping into his heart. ‘’Please calm down, no need to yell….but Sorry, but no can do, I’ve made some new arrangements….I won’t living with you guys anymore.’’ He could feel the tension rising, his voice no longer yelling, but still just as furious, ‘’Asgore you can’t just do that, you can’t just decide to move away! I will not have it!’’ He leant against the outside wall, now watching the screen, Alphys had a smiling picture of Gaster for the contact, he recognised it from a family photo he posted on the internet a long while ago…. he missed that smile. ‘’C’mon, I’m in safe hands, also I think some space between me and kids will be for the best…. some space between me and you, these feelings and tension aren’t going away.’’ ‘’Well maybe Asgore, instead of running away we can deal with them, like mature people’’. The child grimaced, his voice turning sarcastic with a hint of hostility, ‘’Oh yes, of course, because that’s totally worked out for the last, oh I dunno, month or so’’. The guardian over the phone’s tone also raised in contest of the sudden attack, ‘’Well maybe if you weren’t so stubborn and didn’t act like a petulant child, we wouldn’t be like this.’’ ‘’Ohoho, I’m the stubborn one, that’s literally like your main trait, nobody I’ve met has ever called you Compromising Gaster or Reasonable Gaster, you must eventually let others make their own decisions you know, you’re not going to be in control forever’’ Gaster was starting to sound real resentful, obviously aiming to antagonise out of anger ‘’Are you insane?! Control is not what I’m after, I’m here to keep you all safe, even if you’re to blinded by your ego to see that, you’re no king boy, merely a small prince trying play grown up….is that why you keep heading over to Grillby’s? Because they make you feel better about your age, want to feel like you can handle anything right, feel strong?’’ Asgore suddenly flared, ‘’That’s NOT IT DAMN IT!!’’. The two heated individuals suddenly started taking deep breaths, finally reaching the height of their anger for the night, the goat child was he first to break the silence of the last ten seconds, with a sad bitter laugh, there were obvious signs of being upset in his voice, ‘’Even when we’re not in the same room, we can’t keep it civil huh? This is the exact reason I have to do this, best for the others you know? Don’t worry, I’m safe, I’ll still be doing my usual responsibilities like school. If you need me, I’ll be at Alphys’ place, please don’t come to try change my mind.’’ There was a sigh on the other end of the line, a resigned weary one, ‘’Please…. just stay safe ok? Maybe at least check in occasionally?’’ ‘’Goodnight Old man’’. With that Asgore hung up the phone and looked up at the sky, the sun had finally sunk fully, just like his morale, leaving him to wonder if he’d made the right choice.

It was five minutes before Asgore headed back into the house to find Alphys back, seated at the dining room table, staring off into the table’s surface, looking a little pale. The goat gave a light knock on the table and Alphys jumped slightly, staring at him after taking a deep breath. She didn’t fail to notice Asgore’s demeanour and smile diminished slightly from previously, ‘’It’s fine on m-my end, how d-did it g-go?’’ Asgore a low energy thumbs up, ‘’We’re all good Al, thanks for that…’’, he then let out a yawn as he passed the phone back, ‘’…but I think I’m ready for a sleep now, alright if I just sleep on the couch? It’ll be fine trust me’’, he said predicting some slight resistance to it. ‘’Th-that’ll be f-fine Asgore, y-you’re welcome t-to sleep wh-where ever y-you w-want. Just s-sorry I d-didn’t have a w-welcome ready or s-something. T-t-tomorrow m-maybe we can d-do something f-fun then…b-but yeah n-now I’m feeling the exhaustion t-too.’’ Asgore walked up to Alphys with a nod, ‘’You know I think this will be a great partnership between us, you won’t regret this I promise. We’re gonna do some good work.’’ The kid’s smile seemed to brighten up a bit more as he offered his hand, the lizard’s expression did the same as she stood up and shook his hand, ‘’W-w-welcome aboard, I-I look forward t-to having you a-around. One m-moment p-please’’. Alphys left down a door to the side and came back with a blanket and pillow, ‘’H-here is y-your camping equipment, sl-sleep anywhere, if y-you need anything else, j-just take it….g-guess they c-call it make y-yourself at h-home huh?’’ Asgore nodded and took the two things of sleepwear, ‘’Thanks Alphys, glad to be aboard this vessel, we’ll get her to be the mightiest ship in due time. Good night, see you tomorrow morning.’’ Alphys nodded and waved ‘’S-sleep tight, s-sweet d-dreams.’’ She then headed off to her own bedroom while Asgore turned off the light and found a couch to snuggle up into, surrounding himself in the warm comforting blanket. Closing the door behind her, she started to get changed into PJ’s, ‘’You know, now life might actually be worth living now that it isn’t so boring, this kid will surely be a bundle of fun. What do you say Al?’’. Alphys smiled faintly, ‘’H-h-he’ll d-definitely be able t-to s-spice up th-the place….just hope I-I’m doing the right th-thing.’’ ‘’What you on about, we’re all gonna be good, perhaps it’ll cheer you up a bit, got to say though, your head is starting to match the house’’. Alphys sighed, ‘’Yeah…. hopefully it’ll be ok’’. She curled up into a ball on her bed in the darkness and started to ponder the consequences of allowing herself to have a housemate.

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Ea Kaya on having a voice in the digital generation; the beauty of flaws and the importance of slowing down

Though she can certainly count her successes, making music is more than a numbers game according to Christine Kiberg, the Danish pop star better known as Ea Kaya. From her humble beginnings as YouTube cover artist to millions of streams on her Spotify page, Christine's story is one of resilience in an everchanging musical landscape. With her last record taking the heavy words "Fragile but Strong as Hell" in her title, Christine's sincerity serves as a rallying call to the downtrodden. Her music speaking a lyrical honesty rarely spoken, Ea Kaya believes that showing vulnerability isn't weakness, but rather something that demonstrates courage. But despite her successes, Ea Kaya's decided that maybe it's time for a break, to allow for her relationship with music to become intuitive again. Christine knows that she isn't perfect and neither is Ea Kaya, and that sometimes expectations whether business or personal can leave one becoming cynical and self-critical. Catching up online over Instagram memes and emails, Ea Kaya's Christine Kiberg gives us the low-down in an honest interview where she tells us about past successes and the importance of having a voice in an increasingly interconnected and rapidly-changing world. Keeping busy with her studies and reacquainting with nature to kick the Coronavirus blues, Ea Kaya caught up with us to remind ourselves the importance of slowing down and about seeing the beauty through the flaws.

Words: Peter Quincy Ng

Before Ea Kaya began, you were Christine Kiberg playing guitar covers on YouTube. Although you didn't play your own songs back then, you obviously still had to put your personal brand into it. Was there a selection process in the songs you played and what you thought might resonate with fans and yourself? How has the feedback you received as a cover artist shaped the way you are today as a musician?

Selecting the songs to post was quite simple: it had to be a popular, brand new song to catch the most possible viewers or just a song that I had loved. Because of my channel online, I frequently went to sites like Billboard to keep up with International music just as much as I kept up with the music scene here in Denmark. I’ve been told countless times that my music doesn’t sound like it’s written by a Dane, and this is very likely because I’ve grown up listening to enormous streams of international pop songs.

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By the way, congratulations on your Red Bull acoustic session of "4 AM" rolling over one million streams on Spotify! Live sessions as we both know, were largely exclusive to YouTube in the past, how have digital streaming platforms changed your outlook as an artist in this new digital era of music consumption.

Thank you! The age of streaming is interesting. On one hand, I think it’s extremely exciting how everyone can release music at any given time. I also love how streaming can function like radio, in that it recommends you new music you haven’t heard before and that probably wouldn’t find on your own. The streaming world does have a cynicism to it though, in a degree the music industry hasn’t seen before. The supply of music is enormous, and the listener patience is decreasing. If it wasn’t for the revival of the vinyl, nobody would be buying albums anymore, and you can’t claim that there are big dollars in streaming. We could discuss the many pros and cons of streaming for hours, but overall, I’ll say it saved the booty of the music industry from piracy.

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Anyway, with regards to your latest single, I love the flipping of the age-old adage, “sticks and stones can break my bones but words cannot hurt me” on "Skin and Bones". As a person of the internet generation how important is it to realize that our online actions matter and the importance of mental health?

Social media can be fun and we get a unique opportunity to connect with people from all over the world. The internet is gigantic and it can seem so insignificant to write something to a person you don’t know, who might even be sitting on the other side of the planet. The message still does reach the receiver though, and if you’ve written something that you wouldn’t tell a person face-to-face, of course your message can still hurt when it’s send in cyberspace. It’s hard not to compare yourself to what you see on social media, and many people already deal with low self-esteem. Nobody is immune to hatred, and only a fool will think their comments and messages are harmless.

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You directed your video Skin and Bones at home during quarantine, but for you, nature was always integral to your well-being. Tell us about growing up by the water and the woods, in Denmark and the importance of going outside.

Everything is moving fast these days, and growing up I was taught how important it is to pull the plug sometimes and go for a walk. The forest and the ocean therefore equal peace to me. Besides finding calm, I find a lot of inspiration and happiness in nature. The sounds, the smells, the beauty - it’s so genuine and fresh. I like the liveliness of the city, but living far from nature makes me feel claustrophobic.

The messages in your lyrics are always simple, direct and easy-to-understand. Is it difficult putting sometimes very abstract topics into words?

Many years ago, I wrote songs that were full of metaphors and poetic descriptions; maybe to protect myself, maybe to sound artsy (laughs). I later found that it was a lot more giving to write songs that made people feel heard, understood and moved, even if it meant that I had to spill all my darkest secrets and deepest insecurities. As a songwriter, I think you have to be willing to take chances and give away a little bit of yourself if you wish to get something back.

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One of the things I've noticed in your video especially "Remedy" and "Cruel to Be Kind" is the topic of male vulnerability and gender fluidity. Why is it important to have these images?

I feel extremely lucky to be a part of my generation, because we are more free than ever to love who we love, be who we want to be, express how we feel and believe in what we believe in. Stereotypes and gender norms can be toxic, and even harmful. Telling somebody what they should do or who they should be won’t change the truth and nothing good comes with it. For so long, standing out has been a negative thing, but we’re becoming more and more accepting of each other’s differences. Individuality is becoming a positive thing and it’s just fantastic.

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The title of your latest EP is "Fragile but Strong as Hell". The archetype of the female artist is either one of female tenderness or the strong, independent, no nonsense woman. Why is it important to have that middle ground like you mention in the title of your last record?

Personally, I think showing weakness is a strength in itself. It’s easy to put up an armor and only show your bright sides, but it takes courage to let people see when you feel vulnerable. You can be fragile and strong as hell at the exact same time, and I think it’s healthy to have both sides.

Growing up in a musical family, music would seem like an obvious career choice. But you're also a student in computer science, tell us how that's been and why you've decided to do it on the back of a successful music career.

I see why you think it’s an obvious choice. The funny thing is that all of the musicians in my family are classical musicians, opera singers, to be exact. It’s two extremely different worlds. It’s definitely a matter of perspective though (laughs)! Besides doing music, I recently started studying Communication and IT. To be completely honest with you, I’ve felt trapped in a bubble for a very long time. In this business, everyone knows everyone, and most people talk about the same thing, or about themselves or other people that you both know. Last year I decided I needed to learn something new and challenge myself. So far it’s working out fine to do both!

I heard you took your name Ea Kaya from "Ea" and "Kaya", both hypothetical names you'd give your daughters if your music career never took off. Seeing that all didn't crash and burn, what advice would you give to other young, female artists wanting to do things the Ea Kaya route?

The Ea Kaya route is definitely the long, complicated route. If you start from scratch without a network like I did, my advice for you is this:

1) Practice! Then practice a bit more!

2) Look for music offers and connections in your local area. There may be camps and classes that could be relevant. Write on music sites and social media that you are looking for collaborators.

3) If step #2 didn’t lead you to amazing partners that miraculously want to help you make demos for free, then welcome to this step; get yourself a job and save up money to record those incredible demos of yours!

4) Send your music to anyone you could imagine yourself working with. Be persistent and if needed, pushy. Forget about modesty - if you’re on step 4, you’ve already worked your ass off to get here.

5) Last one: Remember why you do music. Yes, I’m bringing the cheese and the grease, but nevertheless you’re entering a strange, cool place with many ups and downs, so your motivation is actually a very significant thing to keep in mind.

You’re a very charismatic young woman and I don't think I can ever question your success. But one question remains, how exactly how many popsicles did you go through in your video for "Tied Up"? That's a lot of popsicles from what I see!

(Laughs) That’s a quality question. I felt so bad about all those popsicles going to waste. The cashier must’ve given my director some type of look when he went and purchased that batch!

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adamcoled · 7 years

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change | pete dunne

pt. 2, pt. 3

A/N: This was originally going to be just one long thing rather than two parts, but idk man I just felt like it needed to be split.

How horribly rude it was for time to mock me, the clock’s hands shifting slower and slower with each fleeting glance at the stupid thing, mounted on the wall so conspicuously that it would have been much harder to ignore it than to watch as each monotonous minute passed by. There was reason for this overwhelming boredom, of course, since I was at work and there isn’t much excitement as a waitress, besides occasional impatient customers and the gnawing premonition that all of this food can be thrown to the floor with just one wrong step.

A new excitement came in the form of a shy, kind-hearted guy whose arrival I anticipated each shift. Over his many appearances at this same restaurant, I’d learned quite a bit about Tyler, though it was our outside rendezvous that allowed me into his life much further than I would have guessed.

As unfortunate as it seemed at first, we were strictly friends. Admittedly, there were some feelings in the beginning, which we acted upon a few times through dinner dates and endless flirting, but the click just wasn’t there. While we could have lied to ourselves, forced the connection we both so desperately wanted, it was a mutual agreement when I suggested staying platonic. Thankfully, we remained friends and he continued making unexpected stops while I was working, though I had an inkling the food may have been a bigger reason for that than me.

Through a few of our conversations, I’d learned about his career as a wrestler, which was reaching new heights and would explain his recent sporadic appearances, or lack thereof. I tended to stray away from that topic, however, since he must’ve heard about it enough as is. Despite my attempts to keep the wrestling talk at bay, Tyler always mentioned he wanted me to stop by one of the shows sometime, just to see him in action. He’d also brought up his friends a lot, too, each of them seeming like such a unique character completely unlike anyone else I knew. My years on this Earth had included far too many encounters with ordinary people, hardly set apart from the previous passerby, yet apparently all I had to do was get into the wrestling scene to discover overwhelming originality.

Tyler described quite a few names, but there was one that always stood out, sounded perfect rolling off my tongue, entered my mind with no intent to leave, much to my chagrin.

His name was Pete and, from the stories Tyler told, he seemed like the type of person people warn you about, though I’d never listened to warnings in the past and I certainly wasn’t about to start now.

I should have known one day Tyler would walk into the building with Pete beside him; in fact, I should have been surprised it had yet to happen, but regardless, I couldn’t help my absolute shock when he did. He’d repeated the line, “I’ll have to bring him in sometime,” quite a few times, though I had lingering hope that would never happen. I didn’t need to meet Pete to have him fluttering into my mind at unconventional times, so I could only imagine how things would evolve after an actual meeting.

When I made my way to their table, I tried to return the smile Tyler wore so proudly, but it faltered once I caught eye of Pete, staring blankly at me with an unreadable expression upon his face. He looked both bored and amused, an odd combination, if that was even possible. While I tried to greet them as I would greet any other customer, Tyler cut me off midway through.

“Y/N, this is Pete,” Tyler introduced, though it was completely unnecessary, seeing as the name and face frequented my thoughts.

“Ah, yeah, I remember the name,” I smiled forcefully, the understatement falling from my lips without a second thought, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Pete nodded, a smirk making its way to his lips, the lips that could definitely work magic against my skin. “Yeah, you too. Tyler, if you had told me just how stunning she is before, maybe we woulda met much sooner.”

My face was on fire, my knees feeling weak for a moment before I remembered I was at work and it wasn’t my place to return the flirtation right now, even though I desperately wanted to.

“Yeah, maybe,” Tyler mumbled, seemingly annoyed by his friend’s antics. The two were very different, which I could conclude quite easily through word of mouth, but it wasn’t until each of them were in front of me that it became concrete. It was almost comical in a sense, two men taken straight from one of those cliché films in which the confused protagonist is stuck between the good guy you’d take home to mom and the sex-driven bad boy. Or maybe I was just inferring too much about Pete too early.

Ripped from my unorganized thoughts by their ordering, I hoped my feigned half-smile would deter from the fact that I’d gone into a practical trance for a few good seconds. It must’ve worked, because neither of them questioned it and I went on my way, holding my breath the entire trip to the back.

For once, I would have been grateful for the moments of standstill time. Any additional seconds to prepare for impending doom, or in lighter terms, Pete’s flirting, would have been accepted graciously, yet of course they never came. Instead, their food was prepared in what seemed like lightning speed, forcing me back to the table once more. Though, it was just barely enough time to build my resolve a bit stronger this time through a much needed mental pep-talk. Even if I was internally swooning over words Pete had probably repeated to a string of women in the past, making me just another lost name among the list, there was no reason for him to know that. I’d made it my goal to prove his compliments futile.

Tthat all crumbled when I got a bit closer and overheard their not-so-hushed conversation.

“Whatever, man,” Tyler huffed, “Just knock it off, alright? She doesn’t need to get caught up with your shit.”

“Calm down, mate. If I didn’t know betta, I’d say you like her or somethin’.”

“I’m just looking out for her.”

Cursing my horrible timing and clearing my throat louder than necessary, both heads snapped towards me in an instant, all conversation halted as they silently hoped I hadn’t heard too much. I hadn’t, but I had heard enough to make a general assumption that I was the topic of interest. I couldn’t be sure if I was more delighted to hear Tyler’s always-welcomed protection or Pete’s potential attraction, but I was absolutely sure that I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

“Er…here you guys go,” I placed the plates before them, hoping to make a quick exit.

“Thanks, love,” Pete grinned, though it was full of arrogance and deceit. All I could do was nod, ushering myself away before he could speak up again.

That was only the first time I’d met Pete, but I could tell he’d become a familiar face soon enough. He’d already made a cozy home in my thoughts, anyway.

In the weeks to come, I saw both Tyler and Pete, but always separate, never coming together after that one evening. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the small events that transpired, or so I hoped. Pete had come waltzing into the restaurant several times, eyes watching me carefully each time I was too preoccupied to wait him, and Tyler hadn’t mentioned his troublesome friend since that day.

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to, but without the presence of Tyler, I’d fallen right into Pete’s relentless flirting. It’s not like I met up with Pete outside of my working hours, anyway, so our encounters were always cut short by annoying time constraints and the arrival of more customers. On several occasions, I’d reminded him I had a job to do and couldn’t dawdle over inappropriate coquetry, to which he insisted nobody else really mattered. If he’d had it his way, my attention would be focused solely on him, my job be damned.

If I’d had it my way, we’d be anywhere else but in a busy restaurant secretly exchanging sly innuendos and winks. Maybe out on a fancy date, maybe in his bed. For now, I’d have to settle for the back and forth seduction.

Coincidentally enough, just when he was creeping into my thoughts, I’d noticed him walking in, a habitual hand pushing his hair back as he caught my eye as well. Taking note of the way the corners of his lips upturned into a smirk, I quickly looked elsewhere, which may have done me in even more. If my weakness at his arrival hadn’t already been obvious by my staring, it surely was obvious by the quick attempt to divert my attention. He knew he had my full attention, he basked in that fact, yet still wasn’t satisfied. He wanted more and I was feeling generous. It only took a few seconds for me to find myself beside his table, awaiting the conversation to come.

“Hi, Pete,” I smiled, my voice undeniably sultry but hopefully not to the point where it seemed over-the-top. He had to do some chasing, after all.

He ignored my greeting entirely, instead looking at his watch for a quick second. “Is your shift almost over?”

“In ten minutes, yeah, why? Got something in mind?”

“Was hoping you’d be my dinner date for the night.”

I couldn’t say I knew Pete extremely well or anything, but I knew enough to know he wasn’t much of a dinner date guy. He was nights spent at the bar with a random girl strewn across his lap, though that wasn’t enough to stop myself from agreeing.

“Dinner at the same place I work at?” I joked. Truthfully, I didn’t care where we went or what we did. I was still a bit shaken up by his request, the excitement rushing through my veins, drowning out the brief recollections of Tyler’s stories.

“We can go wherever you’d like,” he assured, my humor seemingly going unnoticed.

“I’m kidding. I’ll meet you here in a few.”

Over our impromptu dinner date, I’d learned even more about Pete, though he was still a bit of a mystery. Something told me I’d never understand him completely, there would always be an underlying secret. To say I wanted to figure him out would be a massive understatement. For now, I’d have to settle for the simple facts he told me that seemed laced with unsaid backstory. While I was an open book, willing to divulge anything to the man I barely knew, he kept everything behind sealed lips.

“Y’know, I don’t think Tyler likes me liking you very much,” Pete chuckled, taking a sip of his water nonchalantly. Meanwhile, I’d been so shocked by his words I was convinced I’d heard him wrong. I mean, he was an upfront guy, hardly ever watering down his thoughts at all, unafraid of their aftermath, but I hadn’t expected it one bit.

“Liking me?” I repeated. A very tiny part of me, a part I wished was much bigger, hoped I’d misinterpreted, that he didn’t mean anything by it; Tyler was certainly right, I didn’t need to be caught up in someone like Pete. The defiant part of me wanted the opposite, though. Tyler didn’t need to make decisions for me, it was up to me to deal with the consequences of my actions.

He placed his chin on his hand, the smirk never leaving his face. “I’d like to take you out some more, if you’ll let me.”

My quick agreement surely let on my feelings for him, but perhaps I was too caught up in a web of emotions to really care.

Tyler grew a little suspicious when he noticed the increased time I spent on my phone, eyes glued to the screen and fingers tapping frantically, the little smiles that made their way to my face betraying me. If I had known it was that obvious and I was that oblivious, I’d have certainly tried to keep it discreet. That was no longer an option when Tyler finally decided to confront me about my newfound inattentiveness.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” he asked suddenly, the way my head immediately snapped up not helping my case, “You’re always smiling at that phone these days.”

Really, I was just reading texts from Pete; some of them weren’t even anything to really smile at, either. I had gotten too caught up in him, each day discovering another little tidbit about him that was probably unknown to most. Any text from him had me a distracted mess, a clear sign I was in too deep.

We hadn’t even gone out again yet. Though I didn’t forget his words, I couldn’t, since they played through my mind on a loop and he had brought them up once or twice since then, they had no actuality to them. While we had seen each other, it wasn’t in the capacity that I’d wished for. The ordinary encounters at the restaurant didn’t count for much.

I placed my phone down on my lap, face down so I couldn’t succumb to him yet again. “Just…someone,” I shrugged, which wasn’t necessarily a lie.

Actually, it was. How could anyone call Pete just someone? Someones were the people you meet once and could live without ever seeing again, whose names you’d probably forget in ten minutes flat. Pete was the one who managed to leave a massive impact on me without even a proper meeting.

“You gonna tell me about this ‘someone’?”

There wasn’t much to say, yet there was tons to say. It didn’t make much sense, not even to me. I’d gotten entrapped by devilish flirtation; explaining that it was Pete would be the hard part.

“Well…” I stalled. I could’ve made something up, sure, but admitting it now before he somehow found out any other way was probably best. For once, I made the smart decision. “Don’t get mad or anything.”

He raised his eyebrow before a brief look of realization crossed his face. “It’s Pete, isn’t it?” he concluded, though he wasn’t really looking for confirmation. He’d already deducted it based upon my odd behavior. “So, what, are you guys like dating?”

Although it was completely unfit for the situation, I couldn’t help but laugh at the assumption. Tyler knew Pete better than anyone and still offered such a crazy idea. Secretly, I might’ve wished it wasn’t such a distant dream, an implausible thought.

“What? No. We just had dinner once and he mentioned something about future dates, but you and I both know that was probably just part of the act.”

The words hurt coming out, but I had to admit to myself that they were the truth.

“Wow…I must say, I’m quite shocked,” Tyler finally said.

“Why?” I laughed awkwardly, unsure of where this was headed and hoping it wasn’t bad.

He was quiet for a few moments, seemingly choosing his words wisely, before he spoke up once more. “Y/N, you really don’t know much about him, do you?” he inquired, “I can’t remember the last time Pete went on an actual date at all, let alone to dinner. He’s not into all that.”

I’d guessed dinner dates weren’t Pete’s thing, but I couldn’t tell by how effortless he acted. He didn’t seem uncomfortable or awkward, in fact if I didn’t know better, I’d think it was an actual date. Above all else, he seemed like he was enjoying himself. The laughs and smiles didn’t seem forced, the conversation didn’t have a dull moment, the atmosphere was entirely normal.

“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Tyler continued, “But all Pete knows is sex. Don’t think the man’s eva been committed to anyone.”

“Well, he hasn’t even tried to get me in his bed yet.”

“Huh…maybe you’re changing him.”

I desperately wanted to believe it, that I could somehow change his lifelong habits, but I couldn’t fool myself like that. All I could do was nod and mumble out a “maybe” before Tyler dropped the subject entirely, moving onto something of more importance than an unlabeled relationship that hasn’t even truly began and most likely never will. My phone went untouched for the rest of our time together, an apology for all the previous inattentiveness, but there was that persisting “What if?”

When he left, leaving me to my own thoughts and a phone loaded with texts, one stood out in particular.

From: Pete

Be ready by 7. I’ll be there to pick you up for that date we talked about.

#pete dunne imagine #pete dunne x reader #pete dunne fanfiction #pete dunne fic #pete dunne one shot #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe imagine

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ca-3 · 7 years

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For the honesty hour thing: So, how did you fall in love with Sakuya, and want attracts you to his character? Im interested in this!

Lol girl did I ever tell you that I love you?

It took me awhile to answer this because I needed to collect my thoughts about it. AHAHA TAKE A SEAT EVERYONE. Okay gosh where to begin….. THIS IS LIKE THE INTERVIEW I WAS WAITING FOR. HA.

Well, as some people know I wasn’t extremely fond of Sakuya when I first started Servamp about….7-8 months ago? I didn’t hate him or anything, just didn’t really care for him at first. (but that kinda goes for quite a bit of characters really, but everyone grows on me at some point. ^^)

I think what really got to me was after learning about his past and how it affected his motives, relationships and current situation in the series.

So many aspects about his characters just make so much sense but I feel like are just kinda looked over……. probably cause his backstory was kinda glazed over real quick, in my opinion at least. (Like why dammit? I have so many questions still, this series can’t do this to me.) It just really kills me inside, especially the more I thought about it and the more I think about his character.

I’m gonna kinda express some of my new random thoughts on his past , cause this intrigues me oddly: (Kinda theory time right now whoooo) AND ALL IS WHAT GIVE ME SO MANY FEELINGS MY GOSH.

Just thinking about the extent of the abuse he must’ve suffered is something that really boggles my mind…… We know it went on for years, those 6 years before his “death” and then probably a few more before that obviously, when his sister was still alive. Who’s knows how long she had to endure it though? She was much older, Sakuya was about 9 at the time, and she appeared to be High School (or maybe Middle School can’t really tell with the uniform.)

She was also the one covered in bandages after all, and we couldn’t see any visible scars or injuries on Sakuya. So she obviously took all the beatings so he wouldn’t have too most likely but after when she died I’m sure things got worse for poor little Sakuya.

But this is my other biggest thing about the abuse he went through…

How come he never tried running away?

We all know his parents threatened to do the same thing to him as they did to his older sister, but could he really not just try and leave before anything happened? Maybe not until he got a bit older.. but still….

Was his parents that controlling? I doubt his parents even cared enough to hunt him down if he did run away…. So why didn’t he try? Did they really keep him that locked in? Its so hard for me to imagine him being and feeling that hopeless, did he have zero fight inside him?

It’s hard to imagine him not fighting back in the slightest. But he could have been a very different person back when he was human too, of course. Maybe more meek and submissive… again who knows. (To be honest, I am extremely curious about to what most of the vampires characters were like before they were vampires and who and what they did before as well.

But anyway, do you think Sakuya put up with it…

Because it was ALSO a loyalty thing??!? I’m making no jokes here. Hear me out, even if he hated his parents(I’m sure he did obviously, even though he never explicitly said he did, because we had Tsubaki tell his story, and not Sakuya.)

Do you think he never tried running away or whatever, because he just felt like he just couldn’t? Like he was betraying something? Maybe not his parents, just because “They are my parents…. whether I like it or not. I have to listen to them…”

But maybe because of his sisters death? Like he felt like he had to endure it like she did for him?? I mean…. he was told:

“You don’t want your sister’s death to be a waste, right?”

YOU GUYS GET WHAT I AM SAYING HERE RIGHT? History can repeat itself….

(This boy is gonna kill me with his conflicted ass)

Maybe there wasn’t actually much physical abuse doing those years… Maybe at least for as long as he did what they said and stayed out of their way and kept their secret. But I kinda already talked about this part in a post about what I think happened to his parents after he became a vampire. (I am very sensitive about this topic alright?)

We know they killed his sister so they could get insurance money(ughh so sickening) but did they really try to kill Sakuya for more money? They would only be two people at that point…… so that’s why a part of me is like, “there’s gotta be a greater reason.” The best conclusion I came up with was “They killed him because maybe he tried to TELL someone.”

Think about it. Sakuya hates lies, he had to lie his whole life basically. He takes it very serious and to heart. WE KNOW THIS.

We know he only kept it a secret because he was threatened and didn’t want his sister’s death to be in vain…. But maybe he eventually cracked under all the pressure… And maybe tried speaking about it or was planning too and then… That was also the day he died…… Damn…. I just stabbed myself in the heart.

So yes, his past is a big factor on why I found him so interesting initially when I was new to this fandom/series, I was really hoping we would see his past elaborated a bit or learn more and see what he does and how on earth Mahiru was gonna “save him.”

I could go on and on about these two as well. Not in a shippy way…. but friendship or romantic, considering his past it makes sense to why he’s attached to Mahiru. Again in another post where I “defended his character” I guess you could say, I talked about how Sakuya’s “screwed up friendship methods” and how he really dug himself into a hole. -__- But I was saying its almost hard to blame him for going about the way he did. BECAUSE IT JUST MAKES SENSE SADLY.

Sakuya is a real lonely and distant kinda guy. After he sister died I’m sure he didn’t have much light in his life then. No one to talk too, no one who understood. No one who loved him. I’m sure growing up during those 6 years he was probably afraid to get close to anyone. What was school like for him then…. did he really have no friends at all for 6 years? It’s crazy to think about right? His childhood was anything but normal….

But then he received a “second chance” after Tsubaki found him and I’m sure Mahiru’s kind-hearted nature really drew him in, it’s not wrong for him to really want a friend, yeah he did go the complete wrong way about it, but unfortunately lies and deceit is all he knew how to do. He found some light in his life, and he was willing to do anything to hold on to that for as long as he could. Also HE KILLS ME because he regretted lying to Mahiru so much and did all the awful things he did/said, BECAUSE HE WAS HOPING MAHIRU WOULD HATE HIM and have his Servamp KILL HIM because he felt that was the only way to apologize for everything. and BOIII did that really kill me. AND THEN MAHIRU FORGAVE HIM STILL and now look at where he is with his conflicted loyalty….

YOU SEE WHERE I AM COMING FROM AVI!?!? AHHHH.

-inhales- ALSO ONE THING I NEED TO GET OFF MY CHEST BECAUSE THIS REALLY BOTHERS ME. Before ANYONE says “Mahiru is too forgiving about the whole fake memories thing and shouldn’t have forgiven Sakuya or be his friend.” Cause I HAVE heard someone say this and it makes me angry.

BECAUSE then you are ALSO SAYING:

Mahiru shouldn’t have forgiven and accepted Kuro for his past and all his sins and regrets, that he never shared with him. Also for attacking Mahiru that one time, lets not forget.

Mahiru shouldn’t be friends or ever trust Lawless because he’s killed so many eves and killed all of Tsubaki’s subclass and who knows what else he’s done?

Mahiru shouldn’t be finding a way to stop Tsubaki without killing him, because he’s not worth it.

Mahiru shouldn’t be trying to save Tsurugi either because he’s also done bad things.

AND SO ON.

SO SCREW EVERYONE WHO SAYS THAT. Cause you’re basically saying NO CHARACTER deserves happiness. -exhales- Sorry I just feel very strongly about that and I forgot to mention this in my defense post awhile ago. I feel better now~

So about Sakuya’s damn conflicted loyalty between Tsubaki and Mahiru. How are things gonna go from here?.WHICH ROUTE MY GUY? I WANT TO KNOW.

Tbh he’s kinda similar to Tsurugi in a sense (a certain someone kinda opened my eyes about that) that the whole “afraid to start something new because this is all that I’ve ever known and honestly I don’t know how to feel anymore?” kinda sense.

Although Tsurugi is debatablely the saddest character in servamp right now (backstory and current situation and all ARE WAYYY more painful.)

What? Just cause Sakuya is my fave didn’t mean I’m completely biased about him. He sad. But not the SADDEST. I just thought I would mention this cause the parallels kinda fascinate me.

I WANT SAKUYA TO TAKE SOME ACTION. HE’S FREE NOW RIGHT??? What’s he gonna do now??? What’s he planning to do!?!? STILL WAITING HERE.

. Ughh its probably gonna be awhile until we get anything about Sakuya again. Which is fine. Cause its not his arc right now.

WE GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS IN THE MANGA. MUCH MORE PRESSING THINGS INDEED.

But still I’m extremely curious… To what he might do in the future…. I mean Sakuya and even Lilac are still running around freely unlike the other melancholy members at the moment? So will he somehow be involved with that later??? Will he find Tsubaki??? WHERE ARE YOU MY BOY?

Ughh I’m having Sakuya withdraw lol… I hope he gets to do something exciting or important soon…. Tanaka strike is TEASING ME by putting him in so many recent official arts but then NOT IN THE ACTUAL STORY. WHYYYY. (well we do see Sakuya in a recent bonus chapter so….)

I HOPE THAT MEANS STRIKE PLANS TO INCLUDE HIM AGAIN SOON. I’ll take it as foreshadowing *sobs* Strike obviously hasn’t forgotten about him….so JUST waiting and watching now.

Waiting and watching….

Sorry, that got so angsty above I wanted this post to be positive too.. So here are good/fun things I like about him:

Even though he character design absolutely baffles me(yes I mean the hair) I gotta say I really love it~ His hair is really something original that’s for sure. HA. His design also helped immediately catch my attention to him also I may have a bit of a “stripes bias” ahaha I own A LOT of stripe shirts myself lol always have and always will.

He owns a lot of pink accessories and wears pink a lot too! LET. BOYS. WEAR. PINK. YES. YOU. GO. MY. BOY. He rocks it fight me.

He’s cool and I’m kinda curious on what his subclass ability is. If there is even one for him. Weapons seem to be his specialty. (F.E knives, chainsaw(which I am still trying to figure out how magically pulled out in AN ELEVATOR!?! And can make a sword outta blood apparently.

But I don’t really trust the animes canon….) Also his little black strap things have a function??? THEY ARE ALIVE. WHAT

Look how happy Mahiru makes him. His smile is precious. He loves his friend so much I cry. I want them to be together and be friends again.

All the Tsubaki and Sakuya shenanigans make me laugh. One minute he’s crying to Mahiru “please don’t kill him” and the next you’re trying to put the guy into a fox trap. What even boi.

WANTS TO BE CALLED SAKKUN HOW CUTE IS THAT.

Has the best “yandere” expressions.

HE PRETTY STRONG and has great potential to be truly terrifying and useful. UNLEASH THAT POTENTIAL YOU GREEN EMO CHILD.

Another random thought I had was what would have things been like if Mahiru did choose to tell Sakuya about Kuro in the beginning like he originally planned? Might’ve still gone down the same way. But who knows?

(I could keep going tbh)

But for now I’m just gonna sweat about the BIGGER MATTERS THAT ARE CURRENTLY HAPPENING IN THE MANGA RIGHT NOW. HA….

Thank you for asking Aviiiii~

#SCREAMSSSS #servamp #ca3 asks #too-many-goddamn-fandoms #sakuya watanuki #watanuki sakuya

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The Healing Corner

Anon: Could I request some Keith where he's stuffy and miserable Hunk and Lance (team mom's) are just bombarding him with home remedies, and he's just like guy's it just a cold chill. (bonus if he's secretly enjoying being fussed over.)

A/N: I strayed a bit from the home remedies, but I think you’ll like the alternative. There’s some Klance if you squint. Also, I’d like to cash in that bonus, please. Can I cash it in for more annoyed Keith getting a piggy-back ride? The world needs more of those.

“I’m not sick.”

“I call bullshit.”

Keith was huddled in a large blanket, snotty tissues scattered about his surroundings. The tip of his nose was red and raw from the rough paper. Hunk insisted that he used something else, but Keith, being Keith, was adamant about using the easiest ones on hand. Now he was suffering the consequences.

Hunk and Lance were standing in front of him, arms crossed in disappointment.

“You’re obviously sick, Keith. Admit it,” Lance said.

Keith shook his head, trying to breathe through his nose with no success, “It’s just a head cold.”

“That is sick!” Hunk pressed his hand against his face in exasperation, “Keith, if you’re gonna be stubborn about this like you are about everything, we’re gonna have to resort to drastic measures.”

Keith tried to scowl at them, but a tickle in his throat sent him into a short coughing fit. When he recovered, tears glimmered at the edge of his eyes from exertion. “‘Drastic’ measures? I’m fine!”

Lance and Hunk glanced at each other. The nodded once and took action. Hunk knelt in front of the couch, facing away from Keith. Lance vaulted the couch and pushed Keith forward onto Hunk’s shoulders. Hunk hoisted him into a piggy-back ride and started walking.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” Keith tried to squirm out of Hunk’s grasp, but he’d been exhausted all day, and the coughing fit sapped the last bit of his energy, “Put me down, Hunk!”

Hunk smiled. “No.”

Keith really wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He resigned to going along for the ride, putting on the most annoyed face he could manage. He rested his forehead on Hunk’s shoulder, finding that the Yellow Paladin’s body heat was more effective than the blanket, and the rocking motions of being carried was oddly soothing. He let his eyes droop close.

“When I’m not sick...” he sniffled, “‘m gonna kill both of you.”

Lance, who was walking alongside Hunk, chuckled a bit, “See? You are sick, you just admitted it.”

“Fuck off, Lance.”

Their destination was a secluded corner of the healing pod chamber. Lance separated from the two sometime along the journey, promising to be back soon. This corner was just out of sight from people walking in and out. Hunk knelt to let Keith down, and the Red Paladin raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“What is this...?”

“It’s the Healing Corner. It’s like a Healing Pod, but not a pod, and not for injuries.”

The tucked-away corner was lined with the fluffiest blankets Keith had ever seen. There must’ve been over a dozen pillows strewn about, some meant for sleeping, some meant for simple back support. On one wall, there was a fan blowing a gentle breeze. On the other, there was a heating lamp. There were also multiple boxes of tissues, bottles of water, Altean medicines, whatever someone could need.

Along with all the healing elements, there were also books, games, even a computer (obviously intended for and set up by Pidge).

That looks incredible... Keith thought. He imagined himself curled up in the corner next to the heating lamp, finally able to sleep and breathe through his nose, even for a night. He could still keep in touch with the others with the computer, he could ask them if he needed anything.

“That looks dumb.” he said instead.

“Why? It’s got everything you need! The tissues are even a better quality!”

Keith tugged the blanket over his shoulder. It slid a bit during the transit, “Why can’t I just go to my room?”

“We’re not letting anyone contaminate their room with illnesses. Not after Week 15. Pidge is working on decontamination right now. It’s easier to throw all this stuff in the wash than a whole bed.”

Hunk had a point. Still, Keith was hesitant, even though it was extremely tempting.

“I don’t need to be babied. It’s just a head cold.”

“It’s not babying. It’s making sure you’re comfortable and heal faster, even if it is just a head cold. And it worked for Shiro last week when he had that weird throat infection.”

“This isn’t nearly as bad as Shiro’s sickness. Shiro couldn’t talk.”

“Get in the corner, Keith.”

That wasn’t a request. That was an order. Keith obeyed. He settled right where the walls connected, pulling a blanket over his lap and another over his shoulders. Hunk flicked on the heating lamp, took his place next to Keith, and started going through all the supplies.

“You’re gonna take one of this one and two of this one,” he said, putting the oddly-shaped pills in Keith’s hand. He cracked open a bottle of water and offered that as well. Keith took them readily. The heat was starting to warm his sides and melted away any annoyed looks he could display.

“When did you guys make this...? And why?” he asked.

Hunk responded while trying to open a jar of a honey-looking substance, “Ever since Lance started getting those migraines.”

Keith perked up. “Lance gets migraines...?”

As if his name was a cue, the Blue Paladin stepped into the room with a large tray. His face was flooded with relief when he saw the two of them in the corner. “You got him here without him killing you?”

He knelt down with them. Hunk started to explain that Keith actually was somewhat cooperative, but Keith wasn’t listening. He was eying what Lance brought on the tray. It was full of comfort foods - tea, Altean soups, Keith's favorite modification of the food goo, and...

“...is that a grilled cheese sandwich?”

Lance nodded, offering the sandwich, “Yep!”

“How did you make this?”

“Well, we have a cow.”

Keith narrowed his eyebrows, seriously considering if Lance had milked Kaltenecker, made cheese and grilled it into a sandwich. His better judgment was clouded by the cold.

Luckily, Lance laughed before he could say something about it, “Just kidding. It's Altean Cheese, or something similar to it. None of this is actually from Earth, it's all Altean.”

Keith took the sandwich. It was still warm from being cooked, “I thought Hunk did all the cooking...”

“Well, who's gonna cook for us when Hunk goes and runs away with that Balmeran and lives out with the rock people?”

Hunk’s face turned a deep red, “Her name is Shay and she is not a rock person and we are not running away!”

While the others bantered, Keith dared to take a bite of the sandwich. It took a moment for his taste buds to get past his clogged nose, but he was very happy they did. It wasn't anywhere near an Earth grilled cheese, but it was delicious in its own alien way, and the care put behind making it was still present.

Keith settled into his corner, “...thank you guys...”

Lance and Hunk stopped teasing each other and looked at their patient. A thank you from Keith? After being forcefully dragged to a secluded place that completely clashed with his personality?

“He must be worse than we thought...” Lance muttered, pressing his palm against Keith's forehead.

“No, I really mean it. This is really nice, and I appreciate what you're doing...” his words shifted, “Even if you are babying me and even if I don't need it!”

Lance and Hunk smiled. They knew what Keith was trying to say.

“Of course, Keith. You're part of our family, and family looks out for each other.” Hunk stood up from the nest of blankets, “Speaking of which, I'm gonna tell Shiro you won't be at training. Do you need anything else?”

Keith shook his head and took another bite. Hunk left the room, leaving Keith and Lance alone.

“Thank you for letting us care for you,” Lance said, “You can just get so stubborn sometimes, it's easier to force you to do it.”

“Yeah...sorry...”

“Don't apologize! That's just who you are! We'd be stuck in a lot of bad situations if you weren't as stubborn as you are.”

Keith finished up his sandwich and opted to lay down in the nest. Somehow, despite being on the floor of the ship, it was almost more comfortable than his bed.

“Lance?”

“Mmm?”

“You get migraines?”

The Blue Paladin stopped for a moment before responding, “Yeah. They only developed after we took off, I never got them in the Garrison.”

Keith felt a huge pang of sympathy. He'd gotten a migraine once in his life, and it was one of the worst experiences he'd ever had. He didn't want anyone to go through that, especially someone who was kind enough to take care of him.

With a slight cough, Keith reached out and weakly handed Lance a bottle of water, “You might be dehydrated...or something...maybe the water here isn't the same...”

“I'm not getting one now-”

“Yeah, but...you should still drink water.”

Lance smiled, and accepted the water, “I think the meds are starting to make you drowsy. I'll let you sleep.” he stood up, “Hit me up on the intercom if you need anything, alright?”

It was true - Keith was starting to feel sleepy. He didn't think it was from the medicine, though. It was from the softness of the blankets, the warm food in his belly, and the way his heart ached ever so slightly in thanks for his caretakers. “Alright.”

“There's tea for you when you wake up, that should help your cough. I'll come check back on you in a few hours.”

Keith's eyes fluttered close, “Thank you, Lance...”

#this cleared my acne and boosted my grades #thank you so much for the prompt #keith kogane #lance mcclain #hunk garrett #voltron: legendary defender #voltron #voltron legedary defender #vld #sickfic #fanfiction #head cold #fluff #klance #if you're really looking for it #Hurt/Comfort #my writing

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