#one day i'll decide how i want to go about posting oneshots
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Hi thank you for accepting my request it was AMAZING!
if it’s ok, could I request another dk fanfic
IF NOT THEN ITS OK!!!!
but if yes how about some ANGST😈 (with happy ending tho😭)
so basically dk’s s/o ends up getting kidnapped while saving Mario and dk wasn’t around. And bowser decides to marry reader instead of peach and I don’t think dk’s happy bout that
Welcome back, lovely! I'm so glad you enjoyed the last request and OF COURSE you can request another one!!
I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! I need to get into some more angst fr
Taken: Pt 1/2
Donkey Kong X Fem!Reader
Summary: While in the middle of a battle, Donkey Kong is separated from you and comes back to find you've been taken by Bowser when you were saving Mario.
Warnings: Language, kidnapping, attempted forced marriage, details of injuries.
*In honour of hitting 50 followers, I wanted to make this one a bit longer for you guys <3*
*This is part 1 out of 2. I'll link part 2 once it's posted!*
*This is set outside the movie*
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Headcanons:
Spoiler Warning: These headcanons include the first half of the oneshot.
• First things first, DK would definitely be hesitant with you joining the mission.
• He knows how capable you are and how well you can fight, but he couldn't help but worry about something going wrong.
• He knows Bowser has an interest in you, similar to his interest in Princess Peach.
• But it seems Bowser was going for you more often.
• Probably because he'd been obsessed with Peach for so long with no prevail.
• This made DK even more protective over you.
• It may have annoyed you to an extent but you knew he meant well.
• Throughout the battle, he would be watching you 24/7.
• After getting separated, he panicked and sprinted over to where he last saw you as soon as he got the chance.
• Finding out you were taken sent DK over the edge.
• And finding out that you were hurt in the process of saving Mario made him furious.
• He almost broke down.
• How was he going to get you back? Would you even be alive if he found you?
• Actually getting to you was the most stressful part.
• He wasn't sure what state you'd be in, even if it hadn't been that long.
• He went on a rampage to get to you once they got on Bowser's ship.
• The pure rage in his eyes almost scared Bowser for a second.
• But nothing could prepare DIK for the loss he was about to witness.
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Mario had received word that Bowser was planning an attack on the Mushroom Kingdom. He was informed by some Toad Guards that a large group of Koopa Troopas had made camp just outside the kingdom's premises.
Since his brother, Luigi, was accompanying him at the time, they asked the guards to show them where the camp was.
After making their way into the forest, they all hid in the bushes and made notes on everything in the camp.
Almost twenty Koopa Troopas were setting up tents, sharpening weapons, looking over plans, but what Mario and Luigi noticed in particular was Bowser was nowhere to be seen. The Koopas were seemingly by themselves. Their karts were parked surrounding the camp, like a blockade.
Before they could be spotted, Mario, Luigi and the Toads retreated back to the Mushroom Kingdom to deliver the news to Princess Peach.
With the help of a new warp pipe created to connect Peach's home and the Jungle Kingdom, you and Donkey Kong made it to the meeting in no time.
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"Bowser's back." Mario announced.
With the Koopa King returning, there was no doubt he'd be resuming his mission in kidnapping the Princess.
Or, potentially, yourself.
"The guards found a Koopa camp, just outside the kingdom." Mario explained. "They showed Lu and I everything. Their set up, their karts, and we even overheard their plans."
While standing around the circular map in the centre of the throne room, the group listened. "They mentioned an ambush. Happening either tomorrow or the day after." Luigi warned. Mario nodded along. "We didn't see Bowser but-"
"I thought you said he was back." Donkey Kong stopped him.
Mario quickly came to Luigi's aid. "That's what we heard the Koopas say. He's coming on the day of the ambush." He furrowed his brows.
He found it annoying how casually DK interrupted people, especially his brother. But, of course, Donkey Kong never dared to cut you off whenever you spoke.
"So, we don't know what day they'll be attacking? Or even when Bowser will get here?" You questioned. Being this uncertain on when the kingdom would be invaded would be a massive disadvantage for your team, and it worried you. Would it be late at night, early in the morning, or at the exact time that you sat down for lunch?
"Doesn't matter. Because we're-" Mario began.
"It matters, you know, a little." DK shrugged.
Toad and you glanced at each other, obviously having the same worries of the argument that could be taking place very shortly.
"Because we're going to stop them before they try anything." Mario raised his voice firmly. "If we crash their camp, destroy their supplies, and even their karts, they'll retreat."
"Then technically, they could be attacking right now, as we speak." Donkey Kong realised. Mario slowly turned his head and glared at the gorilla. "And we wouldn't even know, like, at all."
"Sometimes I wonder how, or better yet, why (Y/N) puts up with you."
"I get free rides." You answered, giving a shrug with your crossed arms. You knew the current topic was serious but you couldn't help but poke a little fun at the red plumber.
"And kart rides too." DK added with his smirk that infuriated Mario every time.
"OKAY, let's move on." Peach leaned against the map and began discussing their plan. "We want to stop them quickly. We'll sneak in tonight and stay hidden to destroy everything we can. If they spot us, we attack."
Everyone nodded, agreeing with her strategy.
"You guys are sure Bowser won't be there tonight?" She aimed her question at the Italian brothers.
"Well, he wasn't there when we were there." Luigi admitted.
"And he won't be there tonight." Mario guaranteed confidently with his fists on his hips. "The Koopas mentioned he'll arrive tomorrow, the earliest. It's best we attack A.S.A.P."
"But what if he's-" Toad raised a hand.
"He won't be! And if he is, we'll defeat him!" Mario practically begged everyone to side with him. He looked to Luigi for support. His brother hesitated for a moment but joined him regardless. A face full of fear turned to pure determination.
Mario's eyes softened when he locked them with Peach. He could see how she wasn't completely on board with the plan, and he understood why. She wanted to protect everyone. Every plan must be perfect.
But Mario felt it in his gut. This plan would work.
His gaze was a silent ask for permission, pleading for her trust. He wanted them all to trust him. He only ever wanted the best for his friends and family.
Yes, that includes Donkey Kong.
Peach thought it over and smiled at her companion.
Toad, as always, followed his princess's lead.
Then it came down to you and your stubborn boyfriend.
Glancing at each other, almost speaking telepathically. You may have trusted Mario but you definitely didn't trust this plan. Fighting the Koopa Troopa army was one thing, but fighting them and their boss, who also had the ability to breathe fire?
"I'm in." You smiled.
Truthfully, you worked better as a team. You joined your friends and Donkey Kong watched you. He was usually the one to rush into every battle the group came across, much to your dismay. Sure, you loved fighting alongside your lover and friends, but this fight could go a few different ways. And DK knew that.
He may be reckless, pretty much all the time, but this was different. Something felt off. This plan was risky, even for him. They weren't prepared for what they would face because they didn't know what they would be facing. All they could really do was improvise with the minimal time they were given and hope for the best.
As long as you were safe and he got to bash some Koopas, everything would be fine.
"Alright. I got nothing better to do than to save your butts. But if anything goes wrong, I'm blaming you." Donkey Kong pointed his finger an inch from Mario's face, to which the short man slapped his hand away.
"Sure, yeah, you can blame me. But you won't need to! Not unless we hurry up and attack."
It was strange seeing Mario so eager to prove himself. He wanted to show that trusting his gut was the right way to go, even if it meant rushing into a battle unprepared. It was unlike him.
Luigi had seen this side of Mario before when they were kids. But this is an entirely new situation that could end horribly if something unpredictable were to happen. He always trusted his brothers gut. That was how their plumbing business started, and look at them now!
Everyone dispersed and gathered what weapons they commonly used in battle. In the midst, Mario approached Donkey Kong after you had walked away.
"You really don't trust me, do you?" He asked offended.
"Not really, no." No hesitation. DK kept has back to Mario while he sorted the raid preparations.
"And I don't understand why. We heard the Koopas, we know their plan. What, do you think I'm making it up?" Mario couldn't lie, he was hurt.
"I'm joking. Yes, I trust you and I know you're not making it up. It's this plan I don't trust. And that's coming from me." DK gestured to himself after turning to the short man. "I've seen, and been apart of, battles my dad's army fought in. This might not be as dangerous as those, but it's still dangerous. And if anything happens to-"
"(Y/N) will be fine. I've seen her fight, she can handle herself!" Mario cut him off. It's true, you could fight. Why couldn't Donkey Kong believe in your abilities?
"I know she can fight, Mario, but that's not the point. The main part is we don't even know if Bowser won't be there. Remember how we almost died last time?" DK started to walk away on all fours with Mario trying to catch up to him.
"No one's dying tonight."
"And how do you know that?"
"Because if we go now, before Bowser gets there, we can stop their plans and potentially set them back weeks or even months!"
DK stopped and faced Mario, still slightly unimpressed.
"And I promise, (Y/N) will be okay."
DK watched him, scanning for any sign of a lie. But Mario was telling the truth. He fully believed this plan would succeed. And you were officially going too. So whether Donkey Kong liked it or not, the mission was going ahead. And he was coming along.
"Fine." He said begrudgingly. Mario smiled, thankful he could convince his friend to join him and trust him.
Now all he needed to do was stick to his promise.
How hard could that be?
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You and the group silently stalked through the bushes surrounding the enemy camp. Donkey Kong stayed near you, as that's what he always did. Specifically in these situations.
The first thing they noticed was how many Koopas there were. And there looked a hell of a lot more than the twenty Mario mentioned. They gave each other a knowing look. This battle wouldn't be as easy as they thought.
Taking a peek through the bushes to where the others had gone, they saw Mario's expression was the same as theirs.
There weren't supposed to be this many. He was certain they'd be in and out in practically minutes.
There was still no sign of Bowser. Just soldiers, running around, still preparing. Their weapons were ready and their karts were loud yet parked.
As the Koopas were distracted, it was the perfect time to attack. They each took out lone soldiers but were eventually caught when one alerted everyone in the camp.
The adrenaline picked up fast as more Koopas came to fight. By having multiple soldiers fight each member of the group, it was easy for them to separate everyone, including you and DK.
While you focused on the shells, fists and spears thrown at you, DK tried to keep an eye out. His heart raced as it got increasingly harder to spot you through the crowd.
The amount of Koopas targeting you and your friends lessened, and it felt like it was almost over.
Then the wind picked up. The temperature had spiked.
You fought off three red-shell soldiers before they stopped and faced the sky. You took the opportunity to force them back with your weapon before looking upwards for yourself.
Your eyes widened, and you caught Mario doing the same.
"No... it's too soon." He whispered. Koopas dove down from the sky, more than any of you could take on your own. "He's not supposed to be here, yet."
You looked to the opening in Bowsers ship as it lowered itself near the ground. A large figure jumped out of the ship, landing without a scratch.
Bowser's menacing grin spotted your friends. His eyes land on you. A sickening smile greeted you.
"There you are."
You held your weapon tightly, perfecting your stance. He took a step towards you before being struck by Peach. Toad followed pursuit and attacked Bowser's legs as best he could. With this only doing as much as pestering him, he kicked back Peach's loyal subject, causing the princess to aim her poleaxe right at his face and neck.
Blocking her attacks, Bowser shot fire where she stood, not caring about her wellbeing as much as he did before. Thankfully, she jumped out of the way.
His main goal was you. Getting to you. Taking you.
Why not Peach? Did he finally give up after stalking her for so many years?
Mario and Luigi attempted to help, only to be held back by more Koopas exiting the ship.
The same for you and DK, the soldiers wouldn't let you interfere. They purposefully split you from the group, holding you arms back after disposing of your weapon.
"(Y/N)!" DK called. He pushed through the multiple shorter enemies who kept him occupied. "Let her go!"
While attempting to break free, you watched Mario sprint over near the Koopa King, putting all Bowser's attention on the himself.
Mario kicked him back, just slightly to daze him. He landed hits whenever he could, blocking any attack he could avoid. He fought proudly, before Bowser caught his body in his grasp.
"No powerups? Sad... you never stood a chance without them." He spoke so closely to Mario's face. A couple drops of sweat sat on his forehead as he clawed Bowser's hand, desperate to escape.
You witnessed the encounter and used all your strength to escape the Koopas hold. You kicked them back and retrieved your weapon from the ground and ran to Mario's aid.
Bowser talons grazed Mario's face, almost digging into his skin. Your friend hissed at the stings as blood rose to the surface.
Yelling a battle cry, you leaped in the air and kneed the side of Bowser's face. He dropped Mario and you landed in front of him, protecting your friend.
"Mario, move!" You ordered quickly.
He wanted to help, he desperately did. You couldn't be hurt in this battle, he made a promise that you wouldn't.
You blocked Bowser's blows and landed a few of your own while Mario still hadn't moved. You sliced Bowser's shoulder and he stumbled for a moment. You quickly turned to get Mario standing while he still frozen in shock.
"What are you doing?! Get out of-" Bowser swatted you out of the way and you fell to the ground. The Koopas launched a net around you and Bowser threw Mario back, breaking his trance.
"Let's move!" He called to his soldiers before locking eyes with you. "We got what we came for." You shook under the weight of the net and you were lifted and brought back to Bowser's ship. With your weapon back on the ground, you couldn't escape. As you pulled at the net and pleaded for them to let you go, Mario watched from below. Luigi met up with him, trying to get his brother to look at him.
You got on the ship, still in the net, as Bowser stomped over to you. He leaned down to be almost eye-level. You exhaled shakily, unable to look away.
"I've never gotten a good look at you, my dear." His voice was low and haunting. "And I'm hearing wedding bells."
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All the remaining Koopas flew after the mothership, leaving the group to watch as one of their own was taken. Yet, half of them didn't know . One of which being Donkey Kong.
Mario had silent tears staining his cheeks as his friends came together.
Donkey Kong ran on all fours and caught sight of the ship leaving. For a second, he was joyful. The plan worked! They retreated! Why couldn't he hear cheers?
His eyes darted around to find you. He found Princess Peach, instead. "Peach, are they gone?"
"I think so. Hopefully." She panted as she watched the ship leave.
"Have you seen (Y/N)?" He asked. Peach looked at him, then scanned the area. You were nowhere to be seen. After she didn't answer immediately, he looked at Toad. His short friend just shrugged with worry in his eyes as he turned to search for you as well.
Donkey Kong walked over to the Italian brothers and asked Luigi.
"Where's (Y/N)?" He asked, internally begging Luigi count point you out. The green plumber stared at the gorilla before looking to Mario, who was facing away in guilt.
"Mario. Where's (Y/N)?" DK called him. Mario kept his back turned. DK didn't have any patience for this. He needed to know where you were. "Mario, where is she?" He asked firmly. His friend turned to him, a couple fresh tears dropped. DK was taken aback. His breath shook. He needed answers. And Mario wasn't giving them to him.
"Tell me where she is." DK ordered. Mario took a slight step back. Too much time has been wasted during this interaction and the ape grabbed Mario by the shoulders and shook him, forcing him to look into his eyes.
"Mario! Where is she?! Where's (Y/N)?!" He yelled. A growled settled in the back of his throat.
Mario was terrified. Donkey Kong had been mad at him before but it was usually over petty things like who won a silly contest. But these circumstances were much more dire.
"Bowser has her! She saved me and he took her!" Mario blocked his face as best he could, knowing that there could be a possible punch coming his way. But Donkey Kong just stopped. He stopped shaking Mario and stared at him, his vision slightly blurry from rage.
Did he just hear him correctly? No, he couldn't have. Surely not. You were somewhere here, on the ground, with him.
He looked to the ship as reality set in. You were... up there?
"No..." He gasped as he dropped Mario. The man landed with wobbly legs and backed up away from his friend.
As DK took a couple steps forward, he felt cold.
"No, no, no, no," he repeated over and over. His hands grasped his face. Slowly he went to his knees, unwilling to blink in case he lost sight of the ship.
Luigi placed a hand on Mario's shoulder. Mario looked to his brother and Luigi saw he was telling the truth. The ungodly truth.
Peach watched DK begin to shake and stand. He turned and faced Mario.
"Kong, I... I'm sorry I..." Mario couldn't find the words.
"She saved you, and now Bowser has her."
Mario fiddled with his overalls. He'd never recalled feeling such fear and guilt.
"That monster has (Y/N), doing who knows what, because she saved you." Donkey Kong stalking over to his friend, slowly, on his feet and fists.
"...DK, I didn't mean-" Mario stumbled over what to say.
"Didn't mean what? To- to lose the battle? To break your promise of everything being "fine"? Or you didn't mean to get (Y/N) captured because you were too busy watching your own plan fall apart?!" DK screamed at Mario. His eyes were almost red, with tears forming.
Mario had tears of his own as he raised an arm over his face, not knowing what lengths DK would go to to release his anger.
Peach stood in front of Mario, “(Y/N) saved Mario by choice. This is not his fault.” She argued. She knew DK was hurting, but they weren't going to get you back by screaming. DK stopped and glared at the princess.
“So you’re saying it’s (Y/N)’s fault?" He challenged, despite knowing that wasn't what she meant.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.” Peach shook her head. "If we're going to blame anyone, blame Bowser. He took (Y/N)." She pointed to the ship.
DK glanced at the ship, his hard gaze weakened. Peach put a hand on his shoulder to make him turn around.
"And we're going to get her back."
DK watched her for a second, almost wanting a hug. But he didn't want a hug from Peach, or anyone, he wanted a hug from you. He wanted you in his arms, safe and sound. He glared at Mario as the guilty man kept his eyes on the gorilla warily.
DK slowly walked up to him. Everyone froze knowing he could snap at any moment. He stopped in front of Mario.
“If anything happens to her by the time we get there,” he spoke low at the level of a whisper. Mario didn't dare to look away. He noticed his friends voice almost shook, but DK remained steady. “I’m killing you.”
Mario knew Donkey Kong was telling the truth.
If you were hurt in any way, he was a dead man.
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IT'S HERE!!!!!!
Yes, there will be a part 2! I didn't want you guys to have to wait any longer so here's the first part. Hope you enjoyed!
See you soon!
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Watching the Sunset Together
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Character(s): Rolan
Type of Request: NPC Winter Event Thingy
Note(s): I literally saw this post earlier today and decided I wanted to write drabbles/oneshots (whatever I have inspo with at the time) for various characters. Except I wanted to specifically do it for NPC's.
Since this is so very last minute, I'm only really seeing what NPC's you guys want to see stuff for and if I think it fits (or if I vibe with the NPC) then I'll choose which of these days to write for them. I went with Rolan for number 1 because I love him dearly and this idea came very easily to me.
If there was one thing Rolan could say he loved about Ramazith's Tower, it would be the view. Standing outside the tower and looking down at the city below him, seeing how small everything looks from this height, it really puts things into perspective. Not only that, but seeing the ocean of the docks in the distance and watching the sun begin its descent over the water gave him a sense of calm, of peace.
"Well, it was peaceful," Rolan says aloud, an amused smile on his face when he hears the noise of the portal behind him.
He half expects it to be one of his siblings, mainly Lia, wanting to try one of the "weird Wizard things" in the tower. When he glances back, there's a pleasantly surprised look in his eyes as he sees you.
"And what brings you here? Was my illusion downstairs still no fun?" He asks, smiling a bit as he remembers the conversation you've both had about his little illusion and how you grew bored with making faces at it due to not getting a reaction. He had told you that his siblings say the same thing.
"Not quite, it just doesn't have the same smugness you do," you reply and Rolan rolls his eyes playfully before stepping aside on the balcony so you can join him if you want. He just barely suppresses the happy smile when you do stand next to him. Rolan makes sure his damned tail is coiled around his leg so it doesn't go to yours.
"Oh? Then what brought about this visit?" He inquires, a tad curious as he tries to not be too hopeful about whatever reason you might have.
"Just decided to visit and see how you're holding up," you answer and he suppresses the contented purr that wants to pop up. You've heard his purr before and teased him for being exactly like a cat, to which he defended himself profusely before pouting. The laughter that escaped your lips afterwards almost made him purr again, not that he'd admit it.
"Busy. I've had to deal with a lot of Lorroakan's former associates. Some of them being very happy that the place is under new management while others, not so much." Rolan noticed the concerned look on your face and he gave you a teasing smile. "What? You don't think I can handle myself by now?"
"Considering what a piece of work that bastard was, you can't blame me for being worried about what his friends might be like."
"Aw, you're worried about me?" He teases more and chuckles happily when you playfully shove him in response. In the past, he might've been insulted that you worried, but now it makes his heart beat a bit faster.
"Seems you enjoy me worrying, judging by your purring." His chuckling stops momentarily as he makes a face when he realizes that at some point he did, in fact, start purring at the banter between you two. A scoff escapes him and he rolls his eyes when you start laughing this time. His "annoyance" fades easily as he takes in your happy features and how they're accented from the rays of the setting sun in the background. He has to look away to glance back out to the cityscape, glad that his skin is already red enough to hide any blushing he might be doing.
"Things have been rather peaceful lately," Rolan says, changing the subject. "It's nice being able to finally relax after everything and just look at the sunset."
He hears a contemplative hum from you and he glances over for a moment, your eyes locked on him.
"The view is rather lovely," you agree softly and he feels his heart thrum faster. A slow smile crawls onto his lips before his eyes move back to the sunset, as do yours. He's glad you don't mention his tail that has wrapped around your leg gently as he stands a tad closer to you, his eyes glancing back to you for a moment more.
"That it is."
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Hellooo!! I've just recently seen your works and I absolutely LOVED the way you write!!!
Could I perhaps request a rendog x gn!reader (first pov would be okay w me :D) where the reader has a hard time opening up to people so they really struggle with giving their honest feelings about stuff
The hermit would be constantly asking them favors n all and they just get reaaaaallyyy overwhelmed with all of it, Ren notices this and immediately confronts the hermits about it with the reader. The hermits then lower the amount of favors they ask of the reader
And in the end Ren is proud of the reader and ends the day with giving them cuddles and kisses!!
(I'd like to be ☁️ anon if you don't mind)
Remember, always take care of yourself!!! Your not obligated to write stuff and get it out as fast as you can if you're not doing well!! Health comes first <3
Ofc!!! I'll be calling you cloudy from now on!!!
I'm proud of you.
𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭ader
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Summary: In where the Reader struggles to struggles to speak up for themselves, their lover - Ren notices and decides to help them out
Type: Fluffy, romantic oneshot. 2nd POV
Warnings ⚠: nothing rlly just fluffy stuff ^_^
Proofread: nerp
my god I need to get a better posting schedule 😭😭 I deprive yall of posts way too much 😥
I made this during when I was half asleep so ignore how short it is and some mistakes
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You had problems with standing up for yourself and being honest with people since you were just a child, you tried your best to overcome it, but it was no use.
Ever since you joined Hermitcraft and becoming close with the Hermits, they would ask you favors constantly, you always had a hard time saying no. You would always do their favors, even if it would end up putting you in danger from time to time, you really couldn't say no.
For a whole week, you were doing favors for different Hermits with no break at all. You didn't have time to fix up your base a little and organize it, you wanted to add some stuff to your base but you barely had any time.
At the end of the week, you had came back home, tired as ever. You were absolutely just ready to pass out right then and there, of course you didn't though because you'd rather not fall on the floor. As you walked inside while closing the door behind you, Ren would be watching you stumbling across the room. He was very concerned for you, wondering why you seemed so tired as you flopped onto the couch.
Ren would step away from where he was originally standing and heads over to where you were, his figure looming your limp figure. You were awake, just too tired to move. Ren would stare at you for a few seconds before speaking up
"What's gotten you so tired?" Ren asked curiously
"Constant favors from the Hermits." You replied back with a muffled voice, your face having buried in one of the couch's pillows. You were too tired to even turn around to speak to Ren currently, you'd just have to hope he heard you. Ren stared at you for a few more moments worriedly before lifting you up in his arms
"You're going to hurt your back y'know." Ren said as he carried you to your guys' shared room, seemingly having no struggle to carry you
"I know, that's why you're here to carry me." You responded back teasingly, weakly chuckling as you cuddled up into Ren's arms. Ren would sign and roll his eyes playfully before opening the door to the bedroom, walking in and setting you down on the bed.
He then headed over to the closet and grabbed the most comfiest pajamas you owned and handed it for you to change in, since he was respectful he turned around as you changed. If you thought it was fine, he still refused to look at you. He respected you too much. When you were done, he had no hesitation to lay down next to you and start giving you soo many cuddles while you fall asleep in his arms. Eventually, he ended up sleeping too while feeling proud of himself for getting you to sleep.
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Next day came around, and to no surprise Hermits asked you even more favors. You had barely any time to yourself at this point, you could absolutely just not take a break. You seriously just wanted to spend time with Ren, not looking for some dripstone. But you didn't complain, you just kept going because they were your friends. Ren on the other hand, also missed you and wanted to help you out a bit.
So when you finally got just a few minutes for a break, Ren gathered the Hermits up and "kindly" told them lower how many favors they ask you everyday (in reality he just spoke to them passive-aggressively and maybe threw in some threats, nothing too bad). The Hermits agreed and everything was okay now, so Ren headed back to where you had been and told you to get some more rest.
You were definitely confused as to why the Hermits hadn't been asking you a lot of favors after that, you did not know of anything at all. Eventually, you would find out from a certain hermit accidentally telling you what Ren did which lead you to asking him about it.
Once you do ask your lover about it, all Ren would just say is: "Oh yeah, I helped you out a bit and got the Hermits to ask less favors from you." as he cooks you guys a meal. You were thankful and extremely relieved, but it did feel a bit odd for you since you had gotten used to doing multiple favors. It was definitely gonna be a bit hard to adjust back to just relaxing, but at least Ren's there to help you.
By the time Ren finishes cooking and you two start eating, you'd finally be able to just have a nice conversation with your beloved for once. It felt quite nice to have quality time with loved ones, especially with the man you loved oh so dearly. When one of you would ramble about stuff, the other would just simply listen happily.
When the two of you were done eating, you two cleaned up everything and agreed to go straight to bed. Why? For cuddles of course! Ren's cuddles and hugs were just always the best really, they always made you safe and warm. Plus, his forehead kisses would just absolutely make you melt.
So when the two of you got in bed, Ren did not hesitate to pull you close and start cuddling you. He'd be peppering your face with kisses, he just missed you so much. You had to gently push him away to stop him before you practically turn into a puddle, Ren would just laugh about it for a while before continuing to cuddle you in silence.
At some point, Ren would break the silence as he had something to say to you
"You know, I don't say this often but.. I'm really proud of you, sweetie. You've dove a great job." Ren whispered to you, giving your cheek a kiss before laying his chin ontop of your head. You had paused for a moment, a sense of warmness and comfort came to you as you heard the words 'I'm really proud of you'. You were certainly not used to having people say those kinds of stuff, it almost made you cry a bit(ignore this part if you don't cry when it comes to moments like these.). Ren had to wipe the tears away from your eyes to prevent you from crying, now who would want their sweet love to be crying?
Ren would add in a little joke just to make you smile before you drifted off to sleep, and eventually, him falling asleep aswell. The two of you in each other's arms, sleeping peacefully with a smile on your guys' faces as you finally got the rest you really needed..
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Waowwww!!! You got to the end! Congrats! So uh- yes I disappeared for more than a week and I apologize sincerely, but I'm back now!!! It's literally like 11 pm for me and I forgot to post this yesterday so uhh yeah !!
I don't have much to say aside from the thing I always say which is...
Always take care of yourself mate!! Go eat, go sleep, go take a shower and be yourself! Love you guys sm /p
Have a good day/evening!
#dusk/diane chatting#dusk/diane updates#dusk/diane writes#dusk/diane request#dusk/diane asks#x reader#oneshot#x reader oneshot#hermitcraft x reader#mcyt x reader#rendog x gn!reader#rendog x reader#rendog#i love rendog whatttt#☁️ anon#xreader#im so tired#Gn!reader#11 pm time to go eep#lowk got off track a bit..
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just a rushed oneshot about osamu dazai, once again. This one is about how he was never happy; nothing could fill more his heart, for he will live forever in the solitude. But he has you, he does, but for him, it doesn't feel enough. Dazai x fem.reader. This has two parts.
tw: suicide, self-harm mentions, depression, not mentally stable, sensitive topics, blood mentions, ect...
song recommendation: the lobotomy by maebi and old doll, mad father.
parts: 1/2
note: In fact, I already had the oneshot for this post done... but, when I wanted to schedule its publication, an error occurred and everything I did was deleted, leaving only what you are going to read below. I literally cried :( I hate my fucking luck. I'm tired now so I won't be able to upload the second part, I'll upload it one day when I feel motivated.
A night with a single moon, a strangely bright starry night. There have never been as many stars as there are today, or at least not as visible as the ones he glimpsed. His heart gave small muffled beats, an audible sigh as he stared at his already fired gun. On the ground lay the body of a weakness that did nothing, was only pierced by a bullet in that dark street full of dangers where he, Osami Dazai called himself the boss of the dangers of those streets, a mere attempt to disconnect from his intrusive thoughts.
He knew better than anyone what was going through his mind; Thought after thought, tiredness once it was over and tired of life, a strangulating stone blocking his throat, a pain and suffering that this world housed him. How was he going to die? He tried and failed, he didn't succeed. In a weak attempt he rubs his forehead, trying to get rid of the headache... Thoughts or headache? Headache or thoughts? Not even he knew it. He was overwhelmed by the burden of living.
In the darkness he continued to find himself, a pool of blood was created in front, obscured by the poor lighting. He couldn't care less about the life of a citizen. He tried to hide it, drown out his thoughts by killing. He thought that if he killed he would be happier, that at least it would be a distraction to get rid of everything. It wasn't like that.
Darkness took over this night, giving it an eerie appearance. Osamu used to love nights like this, when he most enjoyed scaring and then shooting his victims without any remorse, without mercy. He was a cruel murderer.
On the other side you were, considerably far from the young man. You were at your house, a house shared by you and Dazai. It was spacious and quite cozy: it had simple windows that were covered at night by lowering the blinds, for the sole reason that people could clearly see what was going on inside. It was itself a two-story, two-bathroom, three-bedroom house with its own amenities, space, and beds. One of the rooms was yours, the other was Osamu's, and the third was guests'. On that same floor (upstairs) was one of the bathrooms, with all kinds of luxuries, but minimalist in its own way. On the ground floor was the living room with its respective large and long sofa accompanied by a rug, television, shelves for books on one side, some furniture to store things and that's it. Then you had the kitchen and dining room where you were currently, preparing today's dinner, eagerly waiting for your partner to show him another wonderful dish that you decided to prepare.
You finished cooking and preparing a copious table, and you waited, waited and watched the clock tick, with its sound memorized in your brain that repeated like a broken record: tick tock, tick tock...
He always came around the time you finished cooking and getting everything ready for a cozy night in for Dazai after hard work in the mafia. You were worried that something had happened to him, that maybe Mori had detained him a little longer until he finished his missions or that he had simply forgotten that you made him dinner every time he wasn't home, it frustrated you at an end that he had forgotten, but then it quickly melted into worry, you didn't know what to believe and you were confused.
"Why does he takes so long to arrive? It's been over half an hour now and I have no calls, texts or messages from him." The question stood out and resonated in your head: why? Why did it take so long? You sighed and let time move forward. "Guess I'm just going to call him."
Moving your hand to your pants pocket, you grab your phone, tap its screen, and deftly enter your phone's password. Biting your lip repeatedly, you nervously reach his profile and press the call button.
The phone vibrates as you wait for Dazai to answer on the other line, a characteristic sound as you wait impatiently: vzzzzzt. You wait a few minutes and the wait ends with a message: ‘Osamu has not responded.’ Your condition worsens and you press the ‘call again’ button. This time you will finally be able to witness how the young mafioso accepts the call. "Hello Dazai, are you okay? How are you?"
A short two-second pause, overwhelmingly giving off a bad vibe. "I'm fine, what do you need?"
"I just wanted to know where you are. I made dinner and you were nowhere to be found, and look, that's the time you always show up. Something happened?"
"You see... Maybe I dallied on the way home, but you don't have to be so desperate, I'm already on my way, it won't be far away," He explains to you on the other end of the phone, with a carefree voice, still maintaining his soft but icy tone. In the background you can hear his footsteps stepping on the asphalt.
"Well, I guess I'll wait until you get there... Take care, I love you," You hang up the call with a sigh.
Back to Dazai, the youthful mafioso, crude and indifferent. He was walking through some very dimly lit streets. The crickets sing while there is a silence so unusual that it seems pleasant to the ear. There was no wind or noisy people talking on those same streets, there was just him. He was alone.
On the way home, he repeatedly thinks about jumping off an icy water bridge he was passing over. He didn't know what else to do, he wanted to die but without pain, he wanted to die but without losing close ones and friends, he wanted to die but find a reason to live. There were only knots in his mind, he was tired. He thought about committing suicide once and for all with his gun, drinking poison on purpose... So many ways to die and so few possibilities of achieving it.
*sigh*
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hi there :D!
Ok so... this is my first time requesting in Tumblr and i Saw The announcememt You gave so My mind told me 'why not?' and thougt about a request
(it's about lackadaisy btw)
So this one is about general dating hc's(or oneshot, watever You feel comfortable doing) with Rocky and freckles
The Reader can be female (if You want ofc)
Thanks you for reading My simple request (• ▽ •;)
(sorry if there was something wrong)
A/N: heya!!! so here's the Freckle headcanons I mentioned in the last post!!! I decided to also make this with gn!reader, so I hope you don't mind that anon!!! there are also a few people who've requested a cute date with Freckle, so I'll try to do that someday as well! anyway, here ya go everyone!! hope you all enjoy!! BY THE WAY!! I had to take these headcanons out of the bullet format unfortunately, due to tumblr not letting me post it unless that was done, so I hope you guys don't mind that!
Freckle McMurray x gn! reader general dating headcanons!
-If anyone wants to date Freckle Mcmurray, they’d have to be the one to confess and show feelings first. Because Freckle isn’t the most comfortable expressing his feelings or opinions to others, which is often because he’s known as the ‘good kid’ amongst the public and he works with some dangerous people in his true job at the Lackadaisy.
-Though, just like Rocky, how you’ve met him could cause different scenarios, which, unlike his cousin, make you see two completely different sides of him that are not as connected as his cousin's is.
-Met Freckle at the little daisy café? Well, for the longest time, you’ll only see his ‘good kid’ side, the one who stays out of trouble and is keen on keeping quiet, the cat who mumbles most times around you when you ask questions about his life and hides behind a notebook when he’s shy. Though, in time, when conversations do finally get exchanged and he doesn’t hide behind a few pieces of paper anymore to speak to you, you do learn much more about him, just not the part where he’s a talented shooter who enjoys the thrill of shootouts and gets obsessed with it sometimes. or the part where he’s a bootlegger in a close to failing speakeasy and not actually just an errand boy for Mitzi May.
-The reveal of the truth, even the faintest thought of it, shakes Freckle to his core. He never wants you to see it, afraid that it would tarnish the strong friendship you two have and have you become freaked out or afraid of him. So when the truth does slip out, which is most likely during a chase, he’s more stressed out than usual and his tongue has seemed to become twisted, for he doesn’t speak nor say a single word to your or the crew and focuses on the fight instead.
-If you don’t approach him yourself after it, he’d avoid you for weeks and run away when you were in the room, feeling immense guilt for what he’s done and thinking that you must’ve despised him by now. Rocky or Ivy must be the ones who coax him out of the kitchen and convince him to at least, exchange a few pleasantries with you in the day.
-You’d have to choose your words a bit carefully, and try your best to reassure him that you don’t hate him, but do feel a bit offended that he hasn’t told you the truth. He’d apologize profusely, and the normal conversations would be started over again, but now, with a bit more comfortable Freckle than before, since the cat’s out of the bag, he doesn’t feel the need to be cautious around you when speaking about his life.
-Though yes, you are the one who gets feelings first, he’s the one who falls harder. It takes him a few more months, but when it does kick he’s suddenly reverted a bit back to his past behavior- avoiding you at all costs, yet still saying a ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’ at least before running off.
-This, is the best moment to strike and confess. Though Freckle is not known to be expressive when it comes to showing much joy in the day, nor known for being much of a romantic, the smile and blush he has on when you confess is enough proof that he’s head over heels for you as well.
-There’s not much of a difference from friendship to a relationship with him. you still talk about the same things, though if asked, Freckle would talk about a few extra interests and topics he has such as baseball trivia or a few memories of his childhood with Rocky and his mother.
-Although a few memories are spoken about, not much detail is said on what exactly has happened, or how exactly it all has ended, and unfortunately, no matter how curious or concerned you are, Freckle will not speak about it much more than that.
-His love language is mainly spending time with you, and being comfortable enough to speak to you. He only has conversations with people he considers his friends or cares about, so as his lover, you tend to have the most conversations with him, especially when you’re both alone. The love language he likes to receive most would be the same thing. He values all the moments he can spend with you, so when you go out of your way to make time for him it means a lot, and he feels a bit flustered and guilty about it.
-“you didn’t have to make time for me, I know you were busy with that project this whole week.”
-“it's fine,” you shrugged. “and it’s not a bother at all anyway. I like spending time with you.”
-A beat red Freckle is what you’ll be seeing the whole day after that.
-Freckle isn't the best at romance, so usually, if he does want to use another love language such as gift-giving or words of affirmation, etc, he’s a bit awkward and shy about it. he tends to feel out of his element and a bit stressed when doing so. A few compliments and words of comfort from you are much appreciated.
-You will most likely never meet Nina Mcmurray of Freckle’s own accord, since he for one, never wants you two to meet in fear of her disapproving of your relationship. Though, if the meeting ever does happen, he’d be freaking out the entire time through it. he’d be quiet, yet his eyes were panic-stricken and his tail is wagging everywhere. it’d take him a few cups of tea to start calming down. Nina isn’t the most easiest person to please, so if she does like you, then great! Expect her to invite you for some tea or dinner with Freckle at times, but if not, then though you are probably unwelcome in the house, Freckle reassures you that it won’t affect your relationship with him in anyway, and that you’ll only have to avoid coming to his house, which isn't much of a problem since you both usually spend time elsewhere.
-not at all a PDA person, he feels like it’s a bit disrespectful to kiss or hold hands and flirt while everyone else is in the room. though, he does do very small things such as put his hand on top of yours and caress your fingers under the table, or put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, things that you could only notice and feel to make you feel calm during frustrating times. And if you do them back he’ll melt, and you’d have successfully calmed him down.
-Whether you like it or not, the teasing comments of his dear cousin Rocky will be a part of it all, though mostly targeted at Freckle himself, he does sometimes jab some at you as well, mostly speaking about how you’ve got Freckle wrapped around your finger.
-There are often times when Freckle is questioning his entire morality and life, where he regrets most of the things he’s doing right now, since he’s been taught in a Christian household about how people who do such actions are foul and must be punished. Which, on rare nights, leads to rethinking his entire life and feeling the utmost self-hatred and unworthiness of love. Those are times when you’re needed most, to reassure and comfort in however you can. and despite not believing you when you tell him he’s a good person, if the self-hatred is strong enough, he will, while looking away embarrassed, ask if he can hold your hand or hug you. since those actions bring lots of comfort and warmth to him.
-He’s also quite insecure about his laugh, what he sees as a complete failure in his personality and the thing that makes unfortunate things happen to him. so If you ever compliment him or say you like it, he’d first gawk at you as if you said unicorns were real, then he’d thank you with a stutter and think about your compliment for an entire week, always getting flustered each time the memory comes across his mind.
-If you have any hobbies of your own, he’d happily try them out for you. whether it’s painting, dancing, or anything you’re quite passionate about, he’d like to give it a try at least once, if not for the quality time, then for it to be an excuse to see you smile and rambling on excitedly.
-There will be times when you’re stuck in an extremely dangerous situation alongside Freckle, such as shootouts and gang fights, if you weren’t involved in such fiascos in the first place and were just a normal citizen before meeting him, he does feel guilty for dragging you into it all and does try to minimize the number of times he sees you before finishing up a task. He also tries to usually meet up with you when it's broad daylight and cops are out, which would decrease the number of fights that could happen.
-All in all, he’s a calm and peaceful lover, and although he isn't much verbal about it, he appreciates you much more than you know it.
#lackadaisy x reader#lackadaisy#freckle mcmurray#freckle mcmurray x reader#x reader#headcanons#reader insert#fanfiction#lackadaisy freckle#calvin mcmurray#calvin mcmurray x reader#calvin freckle mcmurray x reader
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Helloooo for the 100+ follower special could you write 8 13 and 15 for Dottore please? Thank you <3
✨️Amidst The Snow, A Flower Bloomed✨️
✎ ❛❛ Why would I ask for something else when I can have you? ❜❜
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Prompts:
#8 - "I already have you, my greatest present."
#13 - "I don't need any gifts."
#15 - "I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you."
Pairings(s): Dottore x GN!Reader
Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)
Warning(s): None!
wc: ~1.6k
Notes: omg I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting 😭 It's already WAY past Christmas :')
I honestly have no idea if it I made the right choice to try something new for this fic while my mind was hazy 💀 I was hesitant to post this but I didn't want to discard something I worked hours on either. It felt like it gradually becomes a mess, my apologies. I'm still learning :')
P.s: If you want to, please feel free to send in another ask, I'll make it up to you with hopefully a better one 🥲
How do you grow a flower?
For a seed to grow into a stem, it needs to be coated in nutritious soil; for a stem to grow supple leaves, it needs to be watered daily; for sepals to release the caged delicate petals, it needs to bask in the warmth of the sun.
But how can one bloom all of the way, when it was buried deep amidst the baneful snow?
He, a man of enigma who scorned the skies, pledged to the Tsaritsa was his words to topple the heavens. A cruel harbinger who was known for his immoral ideology to create a mortal greater than the gods, naturally, none would dare to approach him.
But then you appeared.
You, so captivating, so vibrant, so full of colors and bright. Day by day, you’d unknowingly smitten him with your boisterous self. The way you’d laugh when he spilled coffee all over him; the way your brows would furrow in concentration as you worked on the task he gave you; the way your face would lit up when he brought up a topic you liked.
Just like a flower craved for the sun. He craved for you.
He was frustrated, his mind was constantly thinking of you. Only you.
Just what have you done to him? Did you plant a parasite in his brain without him knowing? No matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t figure out what this anomaly was that plagued his mind.
In the sea full of Fatui staff who attended the annual banquet in celebration of Christmas, he couldn’t help but the sight of you laughing and talking with one of the other harbingers—Pantalone, left a bitter taste in his mouth. His hand that was gripping a glass of wine subconsciously tightened when the ninth landed a kiss on the back of your hand.
He was eventually broken out of his trance when his heart skipped a beat as a voice he knew all too well spoke.
“Hey, you okay?”
You were just talking to Lord Pantalone about how he was going to go bankrupt if your boss kept on asking him for more funds when out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dottore was stiff, his hand shaking ever so slightly. So, as his loyal assistant, you decided to go check on him and excuse yourself from Pantalone.
Now you stood before his very eyes, they automatically moved up and down to take in your form. Oh how enthralling you looked, your Fatui uniform didn’t do you any justice. Thankfully, he had his mask on so you couldn’t see what he was doing.
After a few seconds of him staying silent, he managed to compose himself and gave you his infamous smirk.
“Why of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know, Doctor. You just seem… tense today,” you told him.
Ah, he didn’t think you’d notice. Then again, you were the only assistant who could keep up with him.
“Well, I suppose I’m not used to being in a venue filled with so many people,” he said, twirling the wine glass.
You were skeptical, but given that he was your superior, you didn’t question him.
"Let's move to the balcony then," you suggested.
And he nodded, giving you his approval.
As the two of you navigated through the doors that lead to a balcony, the muffled sound of music coming from the ball room turned into a softer tune.
Looking back at Dottore, you extended your hand to him and asked, "Shall we?"
You? Asking him to dance with you?
His breath hitched at your invitation.
Why were you making him feel like this?
He was taking too long to reply and you were eager to have this dance with him, so you put yourselves into a waltz position, without waiting for him.
"My, what a bold move. Since when were you the one to make decisions?" He said, trying to distract himself from how warm his face has gotten at the close proximity shared between you two. Even with his mask on, he was almost certain you could see it too.
"Well, Doctor, you've been working a lot lately and your shoulders are still tense. So I thought a little dance would help you lose up a little." You replied, putting one of your hands on his shoulder.
"Still, it was my call to make." Despite saying that, he didn't move his hand that was placed around your waist.
There the both of you swayed gently to the music. As you started at each other, it felt as if you were in a fairytale. With only the moon as your audiance and spolight, the charming prince and an elegant royalty danced to their heart's content.
He didn't even care about the pain that sent through his foot when you accidentally stepped on it, muttering an apology and smiling at him.
That smile... that darn smile that his mind wouldn't stop thinking of. How would it feel to wake up to that sight every morning?
Oh, what a foreign feeling it was.
He hated it. He hated that he loved it. He hated that he loved you.
Love...
So that's what it was.
Of all the feelings he could've felt, it had to be the one he had the least knowledge of. But it made him feel so warm. A warmth that he was addicted to.
As the two of you danced, you'd notice how his smirk turned into a content smile.
What was he thinking? You wondered.
"You're someone who's not fond of holidays, but here you are enjoying yourself," you teased.
"You're absolutely correct." He chuckled.
"I don't like holidays. I only like them when I'm with you." He blurted out without thinking.
Upon hearing what he just said, the both of you froze.
Did… did he…?
He coughed, trying to break the awkward silence.
"I…pardon, I—"
"Dottore, do you really mean what you said?"
Were you mad at him? He wouldn't doubt it if you were, who would want to love someone who was insane like him?
But his worries slowly melted away when you placed your hand on his cheek. Not once did you rush him, you just stood there and waited for him to say something. Anything.
And finally, he spoke.
"Of course."
It was now or never.
He took both of your hands with his and brought it to his chest. You could feel just how fast his heart was beating.
"Of course I mean it, (Y/n), you make me feel… indescribable feelings. As much as I hate to admit it, I am unable to deduce as to why I feel this way. However, one thing I do know is that your existence simply entranced me and that I… I love you," he confessed, bringing your hands up to meet his lips.
"So, how would you like to do a little experiment with me? To explore these new feelings with me? Together?"
You were baffled, never in your wildest dreams would you ever thought he'd feel this way.
That he'd feel the same.
You were worried that your feelings for him would be unrequited. But here he was, a man you thought devoid of love, was standing right before you. Asking you to be his.
His stomach was starting to twist and turn at your lack of response, but it all ceased when you lifted his mask up enough to lean in and connect your lips with his.
His lips were softer than it looked, you thought. As you pulled away, you could feel the heat spreading on your cheeks and a silly grin made its way to your face.
"I will take that you accepted my proposal then."
Before you was also a smiling Doctor, showing off his pointy teeth that you oh so adored as you giggled.
"Oh right! I almost forgot," you exclaimed, rummaging through your pocket.
To your horror, you weren't able to find what you were looking for.
"Oh, no, no no." You were starting to panic now. Where was it?!
Facing Dottore once more, he could see you furrowed your eyebrows, your lips turned upside down. He was confused, however, as to why you were down.
“What's the matter, dear?”
“Since it was Christmas, I’ve prepared a present for you. But it looks like I’ve forgotten to bring it due to how busy I've been lately,” you explained. And you were looking forward to see his reaction too...
A present? Why would he want some objects that held no value to him when you finally became his? And what more could he ask for when you’ve already given him so much?
He was once buried beneath the snow, but then you emerged from the horizons. With tenderness as your shovel, you dug your way through layers and layers of snow. And him, was the forlorn seed you found.
You, the radiant sun that shined the brightest in his sky. You, the inferno that melted the snow around him. You, the shield that protected him from harsh winds.
Haven't you done so much for him already?
Placing both of his hands on your cheeks.
“I don’t need any gifts.” He said, softly stroking your face.
“Do you know why?” Taking his mask off, he leaned his forehead against yours as you lost yourself in his mesmerizing crimson irises.
“I already have you, my greatest present.”
With your tender care, up until this moment, a seed that everyone thought was fated to wilt in the snow.
Now, was a flower that finally bloomed.
#genshin x reader#genshin impact x you#genshin x you#genshin x yn#dottore#genshin impact#dottore x reader#dottore x y/n#dottore x you#genshin dottore#il dottore#fatui harbinger#fatui#fatui harbinger x reader#✨️-[100Specials]-✨️
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Hitch - oneshot.
Summary: Henry and his girlfriend hit a bump in the road…
Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC
Warnings: angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, brief allusion to smut, hastily written/lightly proofread.
WC: 1630
A/N: Hi folks, still not back in the writing groove but gave it a go and this was the result lol Sorry for deleting the last request, still having a crisis of confidence but I appreciate all interactions (especially as it helps me figure out blog direction). Not sure how often I’ll continue posting atm but feel free to send requests etc. - R x
My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!
Hitch - oneshot.
"I just want you to tell me why."
"Henry, do you not think if there was another reason, I’d just say so? Especially if it meant not having this conversation again?"
"So you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t get married simply because don't want to?"
"Yes! I said as much not long after we got together, why did you think I’d change my mind?"
"I dunno, I thought maybe you were trying to protect yourself. I know being with someone like me will never be straightforward, but why is marriage an impossibility given how long we've now been together? I've never done anything to make you doubt me or my love for you." She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, struggling to comprehend how watching some dreadful reality show about matchmaking had led to their current discussion.
"Henry, I really can’t have this conversation again. I've told you my reason why and won't keep repeating myself. Goodnight." Henry dashed between her and the living room door.
"Darling please, we need to talk about this. Surely you can appreciate why I’m confused? You won't attend premieres with me, you don’t often travel with me. I respect that you're your own person and want to be out of the spotlight at much as possible, but now I'm worried you don't feel the same way about me anymore."
"Henry, you already know that isn't true. For fuck's sake I take care of everything each and every day don't I? Your house, your personal affairs, even your dog! I live in the middle of nowhere for you, I get abused every day worldwide for you, and I can't even walk down the fucking street without the risk of being photographed - all for you! Why would I do any of that if I didn't love you? I've never wanted your money, connections, or anything else, and yet here you are questioning me!" But her anger only served to rile him up further.
"Well, I wonder why! You sound pretty resentful even though this is our house, our dog, our fucking life! For God’s sake I thought we were past this, what else can I do to prove that you're my priority?"
"I'm not resentful, that's my point! And we didn't choose this house or other aspects of our life together but I'm still here, still dedicated to you. What else do I have to do, to prove that?"
"So that would help? If we moved, chose a house together?" She clasped her forehead, exasperated.
"Ugh, no! I love this house because you chose it, just like I love you. Now let me go to bed." Henry blocked her path once again.
"No, please… I'm just trying to understand. You forget that I know you were engaged before, so is it that? You love me but you were in love with him?"
"Or the experience just confirmed marriage isn't for me. If I'd lost the person I loved most, why would I settle? I'm hardly the type, am I?" He searched her eyes.
"But if it's inconsequential to you why can't we do it? I just want you to be my wife, you know fine well I'll never hurt or leave you!"
"Except I don't! No one can. I don't want marriage because I don’t believe it's a vow anyone can honestly make. You might wake up tomorrow and decide you don't love me anymore, or next week you could meet someone who makes you realise you never did. I'm sorry but having to get divorced just adds insult to injury and I won't do it to myself. I refuse to."
"Oh, darling." Henry tried to move in for a hug but she swiftly raised her hand.
"Stop it. Whether you accept it or not, I continue to be here because I love you, and I'm sorry you think I haven't done enough to make that clear."
"And I'm sorry you think I don't love you as much as you love me." A look flashed briefly across her face.
"When did I say that?!"
"Throughout this entire conversation! So I was right all along, you think I'm just a selfish prick who wants to have his cake and eat it. First it was your father, then your ex, and now me. I'm just the latest in a long line of disappointments, aren't I? What do you want me to do? Give up acting? Will that be a big enough improvement for you?" There was no mistaking the look on her face anymore.
"How dare you. I've always respected what you do--"
“She said sarcastically.”
"Oh whatever, all this really comes down to is you not being able to control me any further than you already do." He stepped back a moment, turning around only halfway when he was ready to speak again.
"You don't really believe that?"
"Either way, I'm never getting married or having children. If that's too much for you then, I suppose... our relationship is already over." Her eyes were distraught and Henry rushed forwards, gripping the sides of her arms.
"No, no. Please, don't say that. I'm not losing you over something like this. Having children is different and besides, I don’t want to share you with anyone else," she felt her heart pinch. "I'm sorry, Okay? I'm just hurt, but I'll get over it. Yes, I'm old-fashioned, I find it hard that you don't let me spoil you, or that we have to take turns paying for holidays. You even have to pay for the upkeep of this place!”
"Yes, because you bought it despite us both living here, why can't I at least contribute?" He finally let her go, sighing as his head dropped down.
"I just want to care of you."
"And you do! Which I'm grateful for and is the reason I do whatever I can to take care of you as well. Marriage gives me the ick, alright? I'm just not lovey-dovey, sue me."
"Bollocks. You spend ages cuddling Kal, cooking for me… do you know you even cuddle up to me at night after you've fallen asleep? I try and stay awake just so--" his voice caught in his throat, "I don't miss it. We don't have to have a wedding, though you seemed to enjoy Mark's and Claire's...”
"I'd enjoy myself at funerals if they had open bars."
"Well, what if something happens to me? I need to make sure everything's taken care of."
"We can go to a solicitor for that." Henry rubbed his jaw.
"What if we make it just us? We don't have to invite anyone other than the witnesses." She pondered the suggestion for a moment.
"How about we have a civil union?" He scowled.
"What, where you don't have to change your title, surname, or even be called my wife?"
"Henry that's my last offer, take it or leave it. For fuck's sake why can't I just be your partner? That's all I've ever wanted to be..." She swallowed back her tears but practically fled the room. Henry just stood with his head in his hands. Neither of them slept well that night.
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The next couple of days passed uneasily, not that she didn't try her best to make things better. She still didn't want to give in to Henry though, no matter how bad it felt not to. She thought she’d sacrificed enough for them to be together. If she said yes to this, then what would be next? It was as she was curled up on the sofa, letting such thoughts churn over and over in her mind, that he came and sat down beside her. After a couple of minutes, he gently took her hand. "Listen, I've thought about what you said and I think I finally understand. With that in mind, I'd like you to accept these as a promise that we'll belong to each other for as long as possible and as best we can.” He looked at her knowingly while pulling two velvet boxes from his pocket. “I got you the same promise ring as mine as I know you don't like anything sparkly, mine's just wider cos I've got big hands and need it to last. You don't have to be a Mrs or take my surname either, though I know you don’t like yours so I thought maybe you could anyway?" His hopeful eyes were met with the mischief in hers.
"But your surname’s awful as well!" He snorted.
"Fair enough, I know it's a nightmare changing everything by deed poll anyway. We can wear the rings on our right hands if you want, so... what do you think?"
"I'll accept it on one condition," she teased, though the tears in her eyes were plain to see.
"Which is?"
"You get down on one knee." Henry stared at her for a moment in disbelief but soon hurled himself to the floor, grinning as she presented her right hand. He took his time, making sure to slide the band on carefully. Once that was done she grabbed his and as gently as her patience would allow, twisted it over his finger. They beamed at each other before he leaped to his feet, pulling her with him so they could kiss and embrace. His heart felt like it was about to burst. "You know, if I'm not your wife then what will you call me?"
"How about 'wagon?'" She giggled and swatted him on the arm. "What about me?"
"Hmm, let's see... what else begins with 'w?'" He roared with laughter, planted another kiss on her mouth, and swept her up into his arms. She knew they were headed for the stairs before he even turned round.
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sephesis week day 1. infatuation / introduction: "we seek it thus."
(all prompt fills are interconnected and will be posted as a oneshot on ao3 at the end of the week.)
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The first picture Genesis ever collects of him is black and white, dark ink printed against pale newspaper. Still, Sephiroth's features are striking and handsome even out of focus, and when his parents throw out the week's paper, Genesis steals it from the trash and cuts the photo out, stashing it away underground alongside the rest of his secrets. And just like the rest of his secrets, he lets each photo gather there, safe and cherished as time passes.
When he comes to his newest resolution, the only one he tells is Angeal—his good and only friend Angeal, who tilts his head and squints with a telltale frown of concentration, then says, "They're saying he's a war hero? At our age? I wonder what he did."
"It says right here in the papers. Killed a bunch of people, captured this-or-that territory, and so on. It's a war, after all." Genesis rolls his eyes; Angeal can be so dense sometimes.
"Don't be so flippant, it must have been important," Angeal insists. "He probably saved a lot of innocents with his efforts. Why else would they call him a hero?"
"Oh, never mind that. I showed you the paper so you could look at him, not debate the significance of his actions."
"He looks… short?" Angeal looks confused.
"He looks like he needs a friend," Genesis corrects. If he's being honest with himself, his heart had been set the instant he'd seen the boy in the papers, the soulful look in his eyes stirring something in his chest, although he'd been good and done what Angeal keeps nagging him to do and sat on it for months before acting on his decision.
Thankfully, Angeal knows Genesis well enough that his expression clears with immediate understanding. Less thankfully, he doesn't seem to be quite on board with it.
"And what, you're going to be his friend? You, a famous war hero's friend? If the papers are telling the truth, he's been out fighting in Wutai since he hit puberty."
There's an odd note in Angeal's voice; Genesis ignores it. Angeal is always praised as the good one, the sensible one, the one with his head securely on his shoulders and who keeps Genesis from causing any more messes in town, and yet no one bothers to point out how he always goes along with Genesis's ideas anyways. A buzzkill is what Genesis thinks he is, and he's gotten quite good at filtering out Angeal's requisite complaints. He'll be more willing to listen to what Genesis has to say once he's done.
"So I'll join ShinRa and go fight in Wutai too," Genesis declares—quite reasonably, in his opinion, given the majority of his collection consists of recruitment ads, and he doesn't get why Angeal sighs, loud and heavy.
"You shouldn't get your hopes up, Gen. You probably won't even get the chance to speak to him."
"Not if I become a hero too." Genesis flashes Angeal a bright smile, uncowed. "I've a new dream, now. I'll be best friends with Sephiroth, and tell him all about Loveless, and dumbapples, and—oh, I bet he's never even had a dumbapple before! There must be some way to be able to export them from here. Maybe if I—"
"I'm going too."
That's not what he'd expected Angeal to say at all. Wind torn from his sails, Genesis blinks at him for a few moments, because—isn't he supposed to be the spontaneous one, not Angeal? He'd thought there would be more protests.
"I'm going too," Angeal repeats, chin jutting up defensively. "Someone has to look after you if you're deciding to go off on your own. And if joining ShinRa means doing some good too—if it means being able to protect the people—then I want to join too."
"No need to worry, I understand. We seek it thus, and take to the sky." Genesis laughs, bright and carefree. "Certainly beats growing old and stale in this boring village, doesn't it? How exciting!"
Admittedly, the idea of his childhood friend being with him while they venture into the unknown is something of a relief. After all, he'd grown used to the assumption that they'd grow up and grow old together. Now, nothing about that is going to change—it's only going to be more, because now there's Sephiroth too.
They're going to be the best of friends. Genesis is sure of it.
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next day
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⭐️ the phoebmonster fanfiction masterpost ⭐️
🌟 💛 all complete, but series may be ongoing
multichapter
all these roads lead back to you - 11k
🩷 set around s3, an artefact gives sara and ava the ability to read eachothers minds and force them to stay close. it goes about as well as you'd expect
the day before you came - 13k
❤️ ava hates going home for christmas, so she hires sara to come with her to annoy her family - but will something real come of their fake relationship?
heart of gold - 13k
🧡 sara is a lighthouse keeper and ava is from another world, washed up, all alone, unable to speak and far from home
wild wild whisper - 15k
💛 ava is a lawyer, back in town after fifteen years, sara is a cowboy who never left - will their past drive them apart, or is it not to late to begin again?
for reasons wretched and divine - 20k
💚 fantasy au - ava is a princess on the run, and sara is a bandit with something to hide. loosk like its time for an adventure!!
heaven sent - 12k
🩵 a captain marvel au. sara has no memories of ava, but finds her way back to her. can it work with a lifetime of memories behind them?
flip a coin, decide your fate - 9.2k
💙 the legends all have soul coins, and astra has a hold of them, and gives them a chance to pick them up. written with ginger-canary :)
the girl in the movies - 20k
💜 highschool au - ava is the lead actress in sara's favourite tv show, and transfers to sara's school, but she's not who sara imagined at all
oneshots
the problem with portals - 1.9k
🩷 set in s4 - the five times the legends portal to fetch sara from ava's house, and what they find when they do
in another life (you would be my girl) - 3k
❤️ set after 4x08, where ava remembers the timeline in which sara was killed by the unicorn
half the world away - 3.6k
🧡 what if in 4x12, instead of sending ava to purgatory, neron gives her what she's always wanted?
if only, if only (you were mine) - 10k
💛 high school au - ava and sara are paired together to look after a robot baby for their social studies class - the trouble is, they hate eachother
for science! - 3.7k
💚 based on the brooklyn nine nine drunk scale - charlie and z1 get ava increasingly drunk to see what happens. zarlie!!
vienna waits for you - 4.2k
🩵 ava is a fire warden, alone and in 1989, and her radio connects to the waverider, with sara on the other end of the line
star child, are you out there? - 5.8k
💙 set in season 4a - ava temporaily adopts a baby who's also a magical creature. but what if it's not so temporary?
series
twelve and thirteen - a second ava becomes a part of the legends
now the day bleeds (into nightfall) - 4.7k
🖤 post 4x09 - a new clone is brought in to replace ava as director, and they get to know eachother as ava deals with her breakup with sara
you can see the difference - 6.4k
🩶 ava 13 returns to the waverider to go on holiday with the legends, and lots of introspection for ava
halley and the comet - snippets of avalance family life, with their children halley and grayson
i've been waiting for you - 3.5k
🤍 how the legends escaped from the time prison, as told in a bedtime story
now i stand here looking at the sky - 1.9k
🩶 the legends come around for dinner, as sara is carrying a pretty big secret
my love, my life - 1.2k
🖤 sara and ava's second child is born, and halley meets her brother
tumblr oneshots
these were all orginally posted to tumblr, and were then cross-posted to ao3
you've got a hold on this heart of mine - 1.5k
🩷 post 4x05 - ava comes home from thanksgiving to find sara, and domestic fluff ensues
if you could bring her back to me (or take her from my memory) - 1.1k
❤️ ava's angsty introspection, post the break up in 4x09
you're too much to forget - 0.4k
🧡a series of voicemails from sara to ava, set between the break up in 4x09 and when sara finds ava again in 4x12
no matter what, just be my girl - 1.6k
💛 what happened between sara and ava after ava gets home from purgatory
i'll trade all of my tomorrows (for one single yesterday) - 0.7k
💚 an alternative version of the break up scene in 4x09 - still angst though
got leavin' on her mind - 1.6k
🩵 sara can't brush off atropos' attack so easily - Major Angst!!
(i'm so) afraid of losing you again - 1.1k
💙 an alternative take on the opening for 6x01, written before s6 aired
i thought i'd been kissed and i thought i'd been loved (but that was before i met you) - 1k
💜 an au where sara doesn’t get kidnapped by aliens … or the one where ava gets tucked into bed
i'm just me - 1.2k
🩷 an alternative scene for sara telling ava that she's now an alien-clone. hurt / comfort
it's the happiness of having you (that makes my world a place worth living in) - 2.1k
❤️ my take on the avalance wedding! absolutly nothing like the wedding we got aha
hoping just by chance that i'll get a glimpse of you - 1k
🧡 written based on the 7x05 promo that something goes wrong and maybe ava gets erased for a bit when gwyn's time machine is on the fritz
heaven watches over fools like me - 0.8k
💛 ava and sara play gay chicken - originially from a tumblr prompt
the green green grass of home - 1k
💚 a potential s8 where sara and her baby escape from the time jail
#phoebe returns#legends of tomorrow#avalance#my writing#i redid the previous post and made it pretty woo#canon may be over but fanfic is forever babey!!
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I have my first class in the writer's program today!
It's just a short, free, single day seminar that isn't for credit, but seeing as it's been so long since I went to university I decided it would be a good way to ease back into things before my actual graded classes start next month.
I know I already posted a thank you to everyone who chipped in, shared my fundraising post, or messaged me with encouragement a couple of weeks ago when I was trying to add a class to my schedule, but I just wanted to say it again:
Thank youuuu 💚
I really can't overstate how much it meant to me. Beyond just helping me scrape the cash together in time to enrol in the extra class, just seeing your kind words about my writing gave a huge boost to my creative energy.
Because of that... I posted two >10k oneshots and completed one long-standing WIP yesterday. And I've got more that I'm hoping to post in the next few days. I'll make actual rebloggable promos for each of the things tonight after I get back from the class, and I'm going to go in and edit the older chapters of the longfic soon, seeing as I wrote them... uh... nine years ago.
In the meantime, you can find the fics here:
Humble (formerly titled "Risen")
Rule!63 DeanCas Pastry Chef AU | 38k | E
When she hangs the help wanted sign in the front window of her cafe, the last thing Deanna expects is to end up employing an inexperienced, socially inept ex-actuary as her new pastry chef.
Or maybe that's the second-last thing.
She absolutely doesn't expect to fall head over heels.
Frisky Business
Established Relationship Casefic with a side of Dom!Cas | 13k | E
In which Cas makes an observation, and Dean's just along for the ride.
Kind of a Buddy of Mine
Canonverse Crack Treated Seriously | 14k | M
It’s been sixty-five days since they left Alliance, and Cas is still seven inches tall.
He's the one thing that Jesse Turner didn't put back to normal before he took off for greener pastures, and Dean figures he's holding a grudge. On some level, he can’t really blame him. Cas did try to kill the kid, after all. Still, it does seem kinda harsh to have left Cas looking like G.I. Joe’s Corporate Cousin for the rest of forever.
With the apocalypse looming, Dean is determined to find a solution.
#cass says things#cass writes fic#really i can't thank you guys enough for helping me#looking forward to posting some other stuff soon#possibly even as early as tomorrow#i've been on a roll this week despite having work and a pain flare up
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My LITG Fanfic
Just a place to gather around all the fics I've written for LITG. Sadly, I don't think I'll be updating the ones in progress in the foreseeable future, but I also can never make myself delete anything, so it's just saved as it is.
A Real Relationship. In Progress, 7/?. Past MC/Rahim, MC/Lucas, eventual MC/Bobby.
2nd person narrative on what happens after MC comes back from Casa Amor and finds out Rahim recoupled with Shannon.
Meet Me in the Afterglow. Oneshot, complete. MC/Will. NSFW
A rewrite of the fight/makeup scene after the Dylan storm hits the Villa, featuring bff Angie, Will and the MC.
Secret Moments in a Crowded Room. Oneshot, complete. Noah/MC.
A rewrite of the sexy dance-off Hearts Racing challenge in which Noah can no longer hide his feelings for MC.
Written as prompt for the LITG Writers Room, originally posted here.
Let It Grow. In Progress, 2/?. Past MC/Kobi, MC/Hazeem.
Bombshell Lily chooses to recouple with Hazeem in a friendship couple after Kobi decides to get back together with Lexi.
Panic at the Mansion. Oneshot, complete. Bobby/MC.
How would Bobby react if his claustrophobic wife got trapped in the attic during the Escape Room part of Chelsea's Murder Mystery dinner? Spoiler: not that well.
Originally posted for the LITG Writers Room monthly spotlight on Bobby.
Stuck. Oneshot, complete. Bobby-centric.
At his friends’ wedding, Bobby gets a little drunk and a little introspective, feeling somewhat stuck back in time.
Full Circle. Oneshot, complete. Bobby/Priya. NSFW
Sequel to Stuck.
Her Story (Don't Blame Me). Oneshot, complete. Blake/Lucas.
It's day 1 of Casa Amor. Blake hits the Villa and she's not holding back.
A Friendship Thing. Oneshot, complete. Emily/Bobby.
It's been years since Love Island ended, and Emily has long since moved on (or tried to). Then an opportunity and an old face make their way into her life unexpectedly.
The One. Oneshot, complete. MC/Tim.
After moving on with life post-Villa, the night of the Christmas reunion rears around, and Anna is going through it at the thought of returning to that world.
Jealous. Oneshot, complete. MC/Dana.
After a whole day of handling everyone's feelings and reactions, Luma and Dana decide to come clean about their own feelings.
Darling, You're the One I Want. Oneshot, complete. MC/Gary. NSFW
Gary and his girlfriend spend a lazy Sunday morning together, with some hot and surprising gestures along the way.
One in a Million. Oneshot, complete. Bruno/MC, Youcef/MC.
Best friends Bruno and Youcef meet up only to discover the girls they're seeing have a lot of suspicious things in common...
The Only One. Oneshot, complete. MC/Jake.
Laura's life is absolutely perfect. She's got great friends and tremendous satisfaction from her work as an event planner. But what happens when her latest client forces her to face the ex-boyfriend she could never quite get out of her head?
Lay Your Heart on the Line. Oneshot, complete. MC/Suresh.
Detective Bethany Owens has a great working relationship with one of the Assistant District Attorneys, but could this relationship ever cross the boundaries of strictly professional into more personal, intimate territory?
Love Island, Actually. In Progress, 10/?. Collab, Multiple pairings. NSFW
The LITG cast set in a Love, Actually fic. Five stories, featuring five MCs, all about love, centred around Christmas. Meet the Bride, the Mistress, the Runaway, the Maid of Honour, and the Divorcée.
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Hey guys! So I haven't been on Tumblr like, at all for the past few weeks because of this ask I got:
I'm not gonna lie, I've been pretty much furious since I first read it, and so I decided to take a break from the internet while I worked through my feelings and decided how I wanted to respond to this. If you're reading this at all, please do me a favor and read all the way through this post. It's a little long, but it's also very very very important.
First of all, let's get one thing straight: I will NEVER consider using AI to write my stories or otherwise for about a thousand reasons, two of the big ones being respect for myself and my fellow creators, AND the fact that it "learns" to write stories and spits out responses based off of plagiarized work. Like mine, which was taken and fed into chatgpt without my consent. Using programs like this is not even remotely harmless, and I will never be one of the people putting shit into programs like chatgpt.
Additionally, this is illegal. Beyond the fact that it's ridiculously disrespectful of creators, under US copyright law, the elements of my writing that I created, including characters and scenarios, are my intellectual property. Taking my work and feeding it to the AI without my permission (and no one will EVER have my permission) is a violation of the law and also goes against Tumblr's terms of service.
If you are continuing to use, support, or otherwise feed the AI, seriously educate yourself and stop, or never fucking come near me again.
Right here is a link to a post that includes a legal disclaimer that I'll be putting with all my fics now making people aware that putting my work and my writing into AI programs is not only not okay, it is also illegal. I'm sharing it like this for anyone else who wants to use it too, to educate themselves on the law or otherwise. It's written by a legit lawyer and the sources are cited, so it's not just me screaming into the void.
I've been going back and forth for a while now on what the hell to do about this ask I got, because I absolutely love writing fic and sharing it with all of you. And it doesn't feel right to me that so many of my wonderful readers who have supported me for so long have to deal with the consequences of a few assholes. But I want to write professionally some day, and I am not okay with my voice, style, and words being fed into some machine to be plagiarized by both the people stealing my work and the people running and making money off of programs like chatgpt.
I debated for a while about taking down all my writing and just calling it a day, because as long as it's up I know that it's possible, despite my best efforts to protect my work, that people will still rip it off. However, I truly love writing fic and writing in general, and a big part of that has come from the incredible interactions that I've been able to have with people on here. There's something special about the feeling of sharing a story, and I will not let a minority of assholes ruin that for me or the people who choose to read my work and be good humans about it.
That said, I am going to take a little break from writing. I have no idea how short or long it might be, but right now I'm a little over it all, so I'm going to take a step back from requests and oneshots and everything else for right now. This is hitting in the middle of the Year of Themed Creation and it also came right before an event called Daniel Sousa Appreciation Week, so if you had requests or expectations for those events, I'm sorry. I hope you guys can understand where I'm coming from, and thank you for supporting me as much as you have.
I still plan to be online (I love Tumblr and fully believe it's the only useable social media), I just won't be posting my writing. Hopefully, it'll free up some time for me to do some reading and commenting instead, so I can support my fellow creators!
Tl;dr and a final ask for anyone who read all this: please, please, PLEASE don't feed the AI. Respect your content creators and recognize just how much of what the AI spits out is ripped off of the thoughts, ideas, and words of someone else, often without their permission. Fight for art and the people who make it.
#sophie speaks#important#ai#anti ai#writers on tumblr#artists on tumblr#please feel free to reblog and spread the word#the wga and sagaftra are fighting the fight against ai bullshit too#we're all in this together#and we need to protect each other and the creators we love
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Edible Arrangements 39
First - Prev - Next - M.list - Read on Ao3
A/N: howdy folks and strokes it took literally all my strength not to post this chapter early yeehaw
if you're interested in a spicy little oneshot, please direct your attention over to Legs Spreadable Arrangements for all your smutty spinoff chapter needs!
please note that this chapter is more than twice the length of recent chapters before settling in to read. please enjoy with responsibility to your sleep schedule! <3
Summary: You're making amazing strides. So is the hunt.
Warnings: oh man haha let's think uhh some talk of death, food mentions including some gross shit, mind fuckery things, implied parental abuse
Word count: 5000+
The students in the day ahead of him are fresh-faced, not yet tainted by the drag of the semester ahead of them. [name] sits at the farthest seat in the back of the room, Ochako sitting with two seats of space between them. Ochako is flashing sweet, pleasant smiles at the other students as they enter. Like this, Izuku almost forgets that Ochako is their aide, here to get them through this class. He wishes he had that privilege. Every time he thinks he can handle this, surreptitiously glancing up from papers to scan the room, he sees their face and feels his heart shatter into powder.
Already his regrets have dragged on for a month. They were, by everyone's judgment, prepared for this, and yet, he doesn't feel like it now. He's not prepared for it, either.
He inhales. Exhales. Checks his watch. Twenty-five students in the course, twenty-one bodies in the room, one of them extra seeing as Ochako isn't technically on the roster. He’d had to remember to add her to the list so no one notices when he calls roll that she's not on it.
Class start time in two minutes. Five no-shows, but they still have time.
He hates this. He hates teaching in-person classes. He hates the moments before the class starts, casing the students out for who he can rely on, who may need to rely on him. Connections to make, or, more likely, to inevitably fall apart as his words tumble, rather than slip, from his mouth.
Class start time in one minute. Two stragglers, running into the room last-minute and skidding into seats at the back, filling the spots between Ochako and [name].
Oh. That won't be good.
They cast a panicked glance Ochako's way, but neither of the two appear to say anything.
Why did they sit apart to begin with? Is [name] less comfortable with being around people now? Is that enough to leave the risk that two stragglers—that he's now growing increasingly angry with—would fill the seats between them?
Class start time is now.
He stands up, clears his throat. Waits for the few surprised looks that are inevitable when he says he's Dr. Midoriya, the professor, and not a TA or a student making a power play.
He's somewhere over fifty years old, thank you very much. How old? Hell if he knows.
So he squares his shoulders, reaches for his list.
"A-alright, I think that's everyone who's showing up, so without waiting any further, hello everyone! I-I'm Dr. Midoriya, I took over this course from Dr. Hakamada in light of his... untimely circumstances." His eyes come to rest on [name], staring blank at their desk. He hesitates. "I know things aren't—things aren't what everyone expected right now, but I expect that all of you will be able to make it through this course if you're willing to keep working and come to me if you have any issues! Before we get into the syllabus for this course, I'm going to give us all a chance to, uh, to break the ice."
Some attentive stares. Some blank. The expected anguished looks from students who don't want to speak up for any reason, let alone to introduce themselves.
"Now, I know some of us are more socially-inclined than others, so I'll let all of you take this at your own pace. Feel free to decide the order you go in, but let's all take a moment to introduce ourselves. How about... name, major, year, and a fun fact about you? I-I'll start!"
Dammit. Stop stuttering.
"My name is Dr. Izuku Midoriya, I teach in several different areas, but specialize in Quirk Theory. A fun fact about me is that, judging by the way most of you assumed I was a TA or another student, I actually have the worst babyface on the planet!"
A few students let out polite laughs. He gives them nods of appreciation in reply.
"Wait, so how old are you?" a girl in the front row asks. She has her chin resting in her hand. "No offense, Professor, but you look younger than nearly everyone in this room."
He laughs at that. It's becoming easier, so long as he doesn't look at [name] in the back. So long as he doesn't acknowledge the heartbreak in the room. "I stopped counting after I hit my fifties."
"Oh, there is no way you're actually in your fifties."
He smiles, nods to her. "Alright then, it sounds like you're volunteering to go next!"
She rolls her eyes with a smile. "I guess I am." She rattles off her introduction—well-practiced, as many are, after several years of several classes all requiring her to rattle off the very same information. Quick, dirty, easy.
He checks off her name and scans the room for the next volunteer.
And his eyes land on [name].
Staring right at him.
With that very same look that tells him they're confused and definitely caught information with their quirk that he didn't think about communicating to them.
He chooses the next lazily raised hand and tries to brush it off as they tap something on their phone—not too discreet, [name], but he'll let it slide—and Ochako reaches for hers moments later.
Oh, to know what information they were exchanging now.
"Good to have you!" he says and checks off the next name to introduce themselves, searches for his next victim. "Next, how about..."
He pauses, tries not to freeze.
"You, in the back."
"[full name]. I'm told I'm in my senior year, and I'm a quirk theory major." A pause. "I like to read, and I don't like to talk."
He laughs softly, more dumbfounded than anything. "Same here. You'll be happy to know that I offer options to turn in papers instead of present in front of the class for every relevant assignment, and that goes for all of you. Now, who's next?"
He eases into it. Tries not to bubble over with relief and maybe excitement at seeing [name] make such a stride in his class. Gets through the icebreakers, goes over the syllabus in detail. He even manages to completely stop stuttering by the end. It's never been about the actually teaching the class, anyway, just the anticipation of where it could go wrong in the moments leading up. And nothing goes wrong!
At least, not until the end of class. He watches his students filter out, watches [name] and Ochako wait. Ochako appears to be chatting with them, ostensibly to make it less obvious that they're waiting to talk to him. He goes through the motions, answers the questions of a stray student, and watches as the pair approach him from the back of the room.
"[name], you did great!" he gushes when he's sure the others have left the room. "I'm glad to see you making an effort to speak up!"
They give a little half-shrug, favoring their unstabbed arm. "I had to ask Ochako what year I was in. I didn't remember."
"Well, that's understandable. I forget my own age, after all!"
Ochako pulls a tight smile. He has the sense that she does a lot of customer-service smiling around him. "[name] had something to ask you?"
They blink in confusion, tilting their head at Ochako. "I thought you did?"
"No, remember? You texted and asked what year you were in, then asked if we could stop after class to ask Dr. Midoriya a question."
She holds up her phone, shows [name] the texts.
"Oh," they say after a moment. "I don't remember, so it probably wasn't important. Sorry."
Oh. He knows what that’s about, doesn’t he?
The look on their face as he joked about his age. The way they can’t process it now.
Another wrench of guilt. He smiles anyway. “Well, if you do remember, you know how to find me! Good work today, both of you.”
A flash of pink at the door. Mina is there, arms crossed, glaring him down while waiting for her friend. When Ochako and [name] leave, Mina lingers a moment longer, just glaring.
He shrugs it off and packs up his things. Class is over. He can handle the rest. Not without issue, of course. The issue was always him.
Besides, soon enough, this will be over. He’s gotten his affairs in order. [name] may never understand it, but they’ll understand the money, the house. They’ll understand Sbeve. If they’re smart—and he knows they are—they can live the rest of their normal life on his dime and never know why. He doesn’t need forgiveness. It won’t do him any good where he’s going.
~
[name] sits on the edge of the couch, listless as the others chat over pizza. In total, there’s five people in the living room, aside from [name]. Whatever they’re talking about, [name] hasn’t been listening, and they’re still not listening when a plate with a slice of pizza is balanced atop their knee.
They eat, mindless.
“[name], honey, are you listening?” Mina elbows their side gently. “Do you remember Tenya? We’re really worried about him right now.”
A flash of recognition. It fades away, slips away from their mind in real time.
“Is Tenya important?”
They don’t miss the looks of pity they receive, though they don’t understand why they receive them. As their attention falls back away, the others turn on to other topics that don’t matter.
None of it does, really.
~
“Thanks for coming on such short notice.”
“You’re sure of it?” Tenya spurns his pleasantries with little more than a look.
He sits across from Izuku, looking entirely out of place sitting peacefully in Izuku’s admittedly drafty living room. He really should get that door fixed before [name] inherits it.
“Yes. The Death Adder has been staying in the area. It has to be because we’re here, though I’m not sure he knows we’re working together or even know each other.”
“After he attacked [name], I admit that he knows you’re here. You were probably his target that night.”
“I know. But, look. I was reading the paper—“
“Really?” He raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t think anyone still got paper copies in this day and age.”
“I’m fifty years old, so sue me. Anyways!” He lays out the classifieds in front of Tenya, tapping a circled paragraph.
I know where you are, my children. I’d like to see you again someday. DA.
“DA for Death Adder. We’d be his children, in a sick way that makes me even more geared up to do this. But that alone isn’t why I asked you to come here.” He spreads out another paper, this one more recently dated, and taps the circled section on this sheet. “I replied.”
DA - You made me into myself, so many years ago. I’d like to return the favor. If you truly want to see me, you know where to find me. If we meet again, I’ll happily pass on the message you taught me. IM
“That was two days ago. Now, I’ve been getting the paper daily. There was nothing yesterday, but in today’s paper, we have this.”
IM - You will see me again, a week from today. DA.
Tenya looks up from the paper with hardened eyes. “So we have a week.”
“Get your affairs in order, just in case. I’ve already established everything to pass on to [name] once I’m gone. I suggest you figure out where all you have will go.”
Tenya nods. “Do you still have our weapon?”
“[name] secured a bottle of holy water for me, before all this happened. We’ll have to be careful with it, obviously.”
“A week to get my affairs in order and take down a serial killer.”
“No going back?”
“No going back.”
~
When they open their eyes, it is morning. Normal morning, not some obscenely late-in-the-day morning like the ones they’ve been waking up in. The clock reads 9:09 AM, and because it is a weekend, their alarm has not gone off. They sit up in a haze.
This is their bedroom, but this is not the apartment.
No, wherever they are, it is so familiar and so unfamiliar but it is theirs.
Their phone buzzes. It is atop their eight-drawer, fine-wooded dresser. The piece of furniture is more expensive than anything in the apartment. The sight of the mirror attached to it fills them with a strange dread, but they must answer the phone. It’s important. It isn’t important. It’s so, so unimportant. It is Nothing.
They slide out of bed.
What doesn’t matter is how large the bed is. What doesn’t matter is how empty it felt to sit alone on its edge. What doesn’t matter is that it is not the bed they fell asleep in. What doesn’t matter is the depression beside them, where someone laid not long ago.
Who decides what is important and what is not, except for them? Who decides for them?
Bare feet sink into a plush rug. The sensation is familiar, soothing. Lazy mornings before the world stopped making sense and began making change.
Bare feet pad across the room, to the dresser. The phone has stopped buzzing, but they still know they must reach it.
Was the mirror covered before? They can’t remember, but the sight soothes them. They can’t see themselves. Not now.
Beside the phone is an arrangement of fruit skewers in a vase. The card attached to the vase with a simple green ribbon is blank. Nothing is written there. The fruit is rotten, and its heady, alcoholic scent draws them in even as the scent warns of danger and disgust forgotten. Somewhere behind them.
Behind them.
behind you
They turn. Nothing is behind them. There is Nothing in the bed.
Nothing behind them. What is behind them in life? There cannot ever be nothing, not really, but the past must not have been important, if they lose hold on it so easily.
The past, too, must be Nothing behind them.
The buzzing of their phone, once again, but once they turn, it falls away to Nothing.
There is Nothing covering the mirror now, the sheet Nowhere to be seen.
There is a skewer of rotten fruit held to their lips. When did they pick one up?
Their phone is at their ear. They don’t remember answering it.
“Hey. What’s wrong?” They do not know this voice.
“What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong.”
“Are you sure? You’re crying.” They know this voice.
What? No. They can’t be. Why would they be crying?
They put down the phone. The fruit in their mouth squelches as they bite into it, the flesh giving beneath their teeth with the faintest pop. Beyond the skin it is liquid. The flavor is sour and burns their nose as they chew, although there’s no need to do so. Their teeth are sharp, their jaw strong, and the flesh sludge. It leaves them drunk as it melds past their teeth. Although their body protests, they swallow it without a thought and take another bite. It leaves a metallic-tasting burn in its wake.
They look in the mirror, now that they know they can. They shouldn’t be crying. Why would they be crying?
It is now that they realize what is wrong.
The thing about Nothing is that it matters. It matters so, so much. When there is Nothing where there should not be, there is a problem.
They look in the mirror to inspect their tears, and Nothing is there.
~
When they open their eyes, it is morning. Normal morning, not some obscenely late-in-the-day morning like the ones they’ve been waking up in. The clock reads 10:08 AM, and because it is a weekend, their alarm has not gone off. They sit up in a haze.
This is their bedroom. This is the apartment.
This is familiar, and it is theirs.
The knowledge feels good, that there is something that is theirs and cannot be taken from them for at least the year. They feel good, that they have slept well and made it through a week of classes and classwork and physical therapy and worked hard at getting better. Their memories aren’t returning, but their soul is, and that, in itself, feels good. They don’t remember when last they were truly in their body.
They dreamed, they’re pretty sure. Of what, they’re not sure, but phantom aches linger about their throat in pinpricks and bruises, and when they check their reflection in their bathroom, they find no source.
They think back to last week. They had been rude, hadn’t they? They’d completely ignored those questions about Tenya. Their friends were worried, they think. Their friends have been so good to them, and they were rude. They need to do better.
They pad out of the room in their pajamas, not bothering to change, and find Mina and Tsuyu commiserating over breakfast, scrolling their phones in silence.
“Mina? Tsuyu?”
The girls look up in tandem. “[name]. Sleep okay?”
“I’m sorry about last week. You guys were talking about Tenya. You were worried. What’s wrong with Tenya? Can I help?”
“It’s… a lot.” The girls share a look before Mina continues. “We can get into it, but it’ll take a lot out of you, and we’ll need to invite the others back over. The guys, at least. Itsuka isn’t really involved.”
“I feel good today. I think there’s a lot of me to take.”
“If you’re sure, there’s no backing out, okay?”
“O…kay?”
Tsuyu nods, adjusting her posture to focus on the phone in her hand. “I’ll call the boys.”
~
Their friends sit around them in a rough imitation of a circle. They are sat in the center, turning their head nervously as the others settle in.
“Tenya can’t come,” Mina sighs, pocketing her phone, “he says he has plans, but at least you guys are here. Neito, did you bring the stuff?”
“Of course I did. We’re really doing this?”
“Look at them. Their eyes are brighter than I’ve seen them in months. I think we can get them.”
“So how are we doing this?”
“We rely on their quirk,” Neito declares. He’s got a box with him. He reaches in, pulls out an old journal that has something scratching on [name]’s memory. “[name]. This belonged to you. Do you remember it?”
They shake their head. “That isn’t mine.”
“Look at it. Tenya was holding onto it for you for all this time. Will you read it?”
“I don’t—I thought this was about Tenya.”
“It is about Tenya,” he says simply, and it isn’t a lie.
They take the journal. They open it to the first page.
In younger, scratchier handwriting than theirs today, the first page details their name, a phone number that was once theirs, and an address they almost remember writing. They trace a fingertip over the letters. They didn’t write them, but it is undeniably their handwriting, so long ago now.
“This isn’t mine.”
“It is.”
“It’s not!”
“[name], listen to me. You used to be in love with Tenya. The two of you dated for years. You lived with him after cutting ties with your parents.”
“No,” you reply firmly. “That didn’t happen. I don’t remember it.”
“You don’t remember anything.”
“You’re just—you’re just saying things, but that didn’t happen. I don’t know Tenya that well.”
“You did. You used to be inseparable. He still hasn’t gotten over what happened to you and your memories.”
“You’re lying.”
“Look at any of us and tell us whether we’re lying.”
You look. You slip away into them again. “Then you’re wrong.”
Tsuyu slides several photos toward them. [name] picks them up blankly.
They were younger, when these photos were taken. They see themselves, leaned against Tenya’s chest, and they don’t remember ever seeing Tenya, but they know it is him, looking at them with soft eyes.
It is you and him.
Your head hurts.
“Can… can we stop this? I don’t wanna help anymore. This doesn’t—this isn’t important.”
“I’m sorry,” Hitoshi says. “We have to keep going.”
“It’s not just that you used to date,” Neito insists. He has produced a folder that they do not recognize, and their head aches sharply. “We want to give you this to read. A few years back, you were attacked just like you were all those weeks ago. Do you remember? Tenya lost his brother, and you changed. Do you recall what happened?”
They don’t open the folder. “Nothing happened. Nothing.”
“You know that isn’t true.”
“If it isn’t, then—“
“It isn’t. Look at them. It’s notes from your therapy sessions with Dr. Fuyumi. Why would you lie to her in therapy, if all of that was untrue?”
They lift their hand, but can’t open the folder. They’re frozen, stuck in the headlights.
“No.”
“No?”
“No!”
The folder is flung, papers fluttering around the room as they bolt for their bedroom. Hitoshi is up and after them, grabbing at them a bit too harshly. “[name]! Didn’t you want to help Tenya?”
“Not anymore!” They bite back. In the next moment, they slip away and stop struggling in his hold.
“Sit back down in the middle of the circle,” he orders, and they obey.
The papers are collected and placed in their lap, roughly back in their same order.
“Speak if you want to. Read the papers you’re holding.”
They tilt their neck downward, eyes roaming over the pages. “These are real?”
“They’re real. We got them from Dr. Fuyumi herself.”
The words ring true. Even without being able to turn to see them, no glow edges at your vision. No evidence of lies.
Your head hurts. Worse and worse it hurts.
The more evidence they pile on, the worse it feels. Unable to look away or run, they whimper out protests. Old texts talking about Tenya. Social media posts long since forgotten, tagging Tenya or talking about a boyfriend or their parents. Another old photo. [name] with a slice of cake, sat next to Tenya.
They—you—keep returning to the notes. “How do you know these notes are real?”
“We stole them from Dr. Fuyumi’s office.”
He isn’t lying.
The words on the page are the truth.
You were attacked by whoever killed Tenya’s brother. Tenya had been acting distant in a way that didn’t seem like grief. You wanted to understand it better and help your boyfriend through a difficult time.
Your boyfriend.
Ex? Boyfriend?
“Hitoshi,” you say, voice hoarse. “Let me go.”
“Are you going to run?”
“No. Let me go.”
He lets you go.
You hunch over, letting the folder and the photos slide off your lap as something strikes. A match against damp sandpaper.
What is he now? Who are you now?
When it comes together at last, the pieces snap into place. You would swear that there was an audible click, or perhaps a cracking like a bone, snapped from crashing your bike into a tree while chasing your dear neighborhood friend.
something is creaking something is bending something is straining under the weight and you cannot understand you will not understand you are not to understand you are to look away you are to forget but you cannot
forget
it is Nothing but the thing about nothing is that Nothing Matters and it is nothing and so it matters
what are you looking away from why are you looking away look at it look at him look at your past look at it look at it LOOK AT IT
~
…are you looking?
~
…are you looking.
~
…do you see it?
they come back to you in fragments. your own wrist, blurry. faint scars there. a soft shade against your skin. a pattern of bite marks.
do you remember who put those there?
it was tenya, wasn’t it? you asked him to. he only fed from you once. something went wrong.
something?
what went wrong?
what’s wrong?
nothing’s wrong.
You’re crying.
The fragments slip from your grasp as you come back into the moment. Mina is holding you as you thrash, holding you as you sob. Your vision is white, and you are screaming, and it is normal, and you are staring at a photo on the floor of you with Tenya and remembering the day it was taken.
He had planned a surprise party for you. It was your first birthday away from your parents. He’d declared it a necessity for a proper birthday party to be held, and so it was, with cake at his parents’ dining room table and all kinds of gifts and an innocuous sheet of paper declaring you officially emancipated from your parents.
The headache is blinding, less so as you latch onto the memory and find more attached.
The fragments come up like a system of roots and fungus, a mycelial network of all the things you’d forgotten you’d forgotten.
Tenya, chasing off bullies for you with nothing but a glare and his size, being an older kid. Tenya, never raising a hand and yet protecting you all the same. Tenya on one side of you, Tensei on the other, explaining in dire words the situation you were in and couldn’t you stay for a while? Tenya’s mother, smiling and nodding and saying she’d speak to their father but they have an extra guest bedroom in the meantime if you’d like to spend the night.
“How long?” You whisper, and it is you, but it is not. All of the things you remember as though they were yesterday, and yet, you cannot find Yesterday among your memories. There is a gap, or more like a ravine, stretching between you. When was Yesterday? Where are You?
“Years.”
“But that isn’t everything, is it? There’s more. More than just that my… boyfriend? Ex? Best friend? Fuck, I don’t know, that he’s a vampire? That vampires exist? The lifetime of tragedy I couldn’t save him from?”
“No. There’s more. It’ll take more pain, but we’ll be there for you every step of the way.”
There isn’t a moment’s hesitation, only a question. “Tenya was never coming for this, was he?”
“No. He doesn’t know we’re doing this, and he’s off doing god knows what.”
“…I don’t know if I want to know what it is I forgot.”
“You do.” Tsuyu’s voice is firm. “You just can’t know you want it.”
“Don’t you want to know why you’ve been so despondent? Don’t you want to remember what you’ve done? The months leading up to your stab wound? Me and Hitoshi?” Neito’s voice is low.
You don’t want to know. You don’t want to know.
You don’t—
“Unlock your phone.”
You listen, though you don’t have to, and wait for further instruction.
“Have you been without your phone at all since you woke up without your memories?”
You shake your head.
“Look back at your old texts. What do you notice?”
You look. There are ones where your eyes glaze over, where you just can’t focus on the words or the photos. They must be talking about other texts, anyways—
“Look at the ones you don’t want to look at. There’s someone you’ve forgotten. Not me or Neito, but someone else. There, stop scrolling.”
You stop on a photo of you. It’s a selfie. Someone is beside you—a man with a cute face and fluffy green hair and freckles. “I know him,” you mumble. There is a flicker of hope as they gather around you. “He’s my professor.”
The hope flickers but does not extinguish.
“He’s more than that. Don’t look away. When did you meet him?”
“Dr. Midoriya and I met a month or two ago, I think. Ochako took me to meet him so I would be able to get ready for the summer semester.”
“No,” Hitoshi starts to say, but Mina cuts him off.
“What do you remember about that meeting?”
“Um… I don’t know. Dr. Midoriya was lying about it being nice to meet me?”
“Why would he lie about that?”
“Because I’m a pain in the ass with a lot of accommodations…?”
Mina coos with pity, then shakes her head. “Remember, there are usually other explanations that don’t involve self-deprecation. Why else might he lie about it being nice to meet you?”
You pause for a long time, staring at the photo even as your headache rears its hideous head once again. “It wasn’t nice.”
“Or…?”
“He wasn’t meeting me?”
“There you go. That wasn’t your first meeting. Look at the date on that photo.”
October 31st, 2050. During the Yesterday you’re missing.
You put down the phone. You look away, rubbing your eyes. Your head is split.
“Come on, [name], don’t look away now. Just a little further and you’ll remember. If you can’t look at the photo, look at me. All you have to do is verify whether or not I’m telling you the truth.”
A whimper. You open one eye to look at Tsuyu as she speaks. “You were in love with Izuku. You lived with him for months. You kissed him on New Year’s and you had a cat together named Sbeve.”
“I’ve met Sbeve,” you manage. “He was sweet. I guessed his name right.”
“You named him. When you stopped living with Izuku, you had been sleeping with him for months.”
They’re telling the truth. Why are they telling the truth? Would it kill them to lie to you? Would it kill them? Won’t this kill them?
the bending the creaking the snapping of the pressure in your head but it isn’t enough it won’t be enough
“Do me a favor and look at this.”
you are looking.
there is a phone in front of you. the camera is on. the screen shows not your face. the screen shows your neck. someone guides your hand to touch the throat. you watch the hand move, reflected in the camera image on the screen. something changes. you must not understand. you are beginning to understand. you cannot look away. something changes.
your neck is littered in bite marks
and
you
snap.
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18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method?
On the rare occasions I've tried to write things longer than (sometimes particularly long) oneshots, I've posted as I've written...and I've never managed to actually finish a single fic. This has led to many actually abandoned or "I'll get to it someday maybe"-abandoned WIPs out there and the guilt's decidedly starting to pile up, so yes, I would like to change it. The things I've been writing recently I've been trying to finish before I start posting...but I'm also having trouble finishing those so I'm not sure it's helping, exactly, it's just added the additional "I want to share this so bad" feeling on top of it. I'll get back to you on that when I do manage to finish something and post it all. Which leads to...
5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?
(Given you chose these two questions to send together I imagine you might've been expecting this answer, that or I just really want an excuse to talk about it. Which part of the whole reason I reblogged this in the first place was to have an excuse to talk about my stuff so thanks.)
There are several Shovel Knight oneshots I worked on more recently that I probably should feel more strongly about finishing sooner, but the one most urgent in my mind is the one you know about that I've been sitting on for over a year and wrote 8k words for in one day.
Front Lines [Code Lyoko] - An attempt to make up for a social misstep leads to disaster as Aelita and Jeremie find themselves on Lyoko with an activated tower and no one on Earth who knows they've gone. As pressure mounts, they decide to take matters into their own hands, but they're quickly running out of time--and not in the way they think they are...
Basically I have the whole thing planned and mostly written, but it's been so long since I started writing it and the draft's so messy I worry I should rewrite everything to meet my current standards. That and there's still a couple of fight scenes that need to get done and I have a really hard time writing those. Here's a bit I can share without really spoiling anything.
Aelita steps fully into the room, closing the door behind her. Jeremie raises an eyebrow and rolls his chair slightly closer to her—something about Lyoko, then?
Aelita’s face pinches with worry. “I’ve been thinking about what you said at lunch.”
Jeremie’s smile drops. He glances off to the side as if his closet doors have suddenly become interesting. “Yeah, what about it?”
Aelita frowns, taking a step towards him with her hands on her hips. He knows the look well.
“Would you really rather be possessed by XANA again than go to Lyoko?”
Jeremie winces, pulling both of his legs up to sit in an awkward-looking butterfly position on his office chair and grabbing at his feet. He still doesn’t look at her, but he can feel her eyes burning into his head.
“...No,” he admits, “I’m not that stupid. I can’t afford to be compromised like that again.” And he doesn’t particularly feel like going through it again, either.
When he finally manages to meet her eyes, her lips are pursed in an expression he can’t quite read. “Then why did you lie?”
Jeremie scowls. “You heard Odd, he wouldn’t leave me alone. Imagine how bad it’d be if he knew I was going.”
“So you have been going!”
Jeremie realizes he may have made a mistake in saying that, but he’d long since figured out lying to her is an exercise in futility no matter how experienced he gets at it. “Yeah, I’ve been going. Not for very long—I have the computer set to run devirtualization after one minute. If I could get away with not sending my data to Lyoko at all, I would, but...I haven’t figured out what causes the resistance to XANA’s influence yet, so I can’t take any chances.”
“And you haven’t told anyone?”
“They’d insist on coming with me or training me or something, and the last time the three of us went, three megatanks showed up. If they got devirtualized with me, that’d be another opportunity for XANA to attack while they were recovering.”
“And you’re embarrassed.”
Jeremie grabs his desk and turns his chair back towards it so she can’t see his face. “You heard them, I look ridiculous. I don’t want to make myself look like even more of an idiot.”
Aelita huffs, grabbing the back of Jeremie’s chair and spinning him around to look at her. She keeps hold of the chair arms to keep him from turning away again, glaring into his eyes with her jaw set.
“When’s the next time you plan on going?”
Jeremie swallows hard, his stomach dropping. It doesn’t take a genius to see where she’s going with this. “...Sometime this week. Aelita—”
“You’re right about one thing, I’m not letting you go alone.” Aelita leans away and crosses her arms. “We’re going. Both of us. Today.”
“And that’s definitely because you’re worried about me and not just curious about how dumb I look?” Aelita winces, and Jeremie realizes he's talked before thinking again. He'd been trying to work on that. “...Sorry.”
“It’s not not because I’m curious, I admit.” Her tone grows pained. “But I’m also worried. What if your devirtualization program doesn’t work? Or XANA’s monsters get to you first? I just don’t like the idea of you doing something like this all by yourself.”
“Aelita...”
Her voice softens, and though she smirks at him, her eyes are earnest. “You’ve always been protective of me. Now it’s my turn to worry about you.”
Jeremie feels his face heating up. Of course, she has every right to worry—the thought of doing this frankly still scares him half to death. It would be nice to have someone looking out for him...and besides, if he doesn’t do it now, he might very well put it off as long as he can get away with it. Potentially longer than he can get away with it.
“...And you promise you won’t laugh at me.”
Aelita puts a hand over her heart, solemn. “I promise.”
Jeremie sighs, rubbing his elbow with the opposite hand. “Okay. Clearly I’m not getting out of this.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Just give me a few minutes to get ready.” And get up the nerve.
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Hi, and happy Yuletide, holidays and/or the end of the year! I'm once again wandering from askbox to askbox, asking questions from my fellow Good Omens fanfic writers.
How was your writing year? What's the favourite story you wrote? Yes, YOUR favourite of YOUR work! Feel free to gush about your creations, I'm looking forward to hearing all about it!
I wish you all the comments and kudos, and an exceptional new year! 🧡 Mirjam
Aww Mirjam thank you!!
My writing year really picked up at the end! Not just because I bashed out THREE (wheee!) fics as Secret Santa gifts, all of which I'm happy with, but because I'm working on Toccata and Fugue and Unusual Strings again. I desperately want to finish those two. (someday I will complete something that's not a oneshot, I swear to Crowley...) (Except of course I have another new series breathing down my neck gaaah no Satellite I do not have the spoons to turn you into a whole damn season 2 fix-it plot aughhhhh noooo....!! )(I may just write a "I am NOT writing a whole epic story because I can't but here are the key scenes that won't leave me alone" thing anyway to exorcise it though)
ANYWAY the one I'm most happy about I'll babble about in another post because it now has ART WHEEEE, but my second favourite I think St Paul Survives, because it was so unlike anything I've ever written before. I want to experiment more with magic realism, I think. It'll probably turn incredibly over the top emotional and purple prose-y and break every rule my writing teachers of the past once drilled into me but I've decided I no longer care. ;)
Happy new year @mirjam-writes, may you keep writing wonderful things and inspiring those around you. <3
And thanks to absolutely everyone who's followed me, encouraged me, offered support and comments and kudos (especially A03 comments!), and been generally spiffykeen. It's been a tough year of accepting I'm now pretty permanently disabled and can no longer follow my librarian vocation, so my main determination for the coming year is to make sure my health is as good as it can be so brain fog stays at bay and I can write even if I can't move around. So it helps so, so, so much to know people are reading and enjoying what I do and share and are encouraged by the comments I leave, on a very real day-to-day basis. If I'm putting any more joy and laughter into the world, on however small a level, that keeps me going. THANK YOU. Fandom forever. <3
#good omens#good omens fanfic#my fic#mirjam is a dear and you all need to know that btw#also a terrific writer
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