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jinkicake · 1 year

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After A Long Night...

He returns home to you.

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Xiao x Reader

A/N: I originally wrote this for my beloved Kaeya and then i did the same for Xiao and then Diluc and surprise, Ayato. Anyway,,,, i need fluff and all things sweet. forgive me! this might be my fav fluff... i think im getting better at it!

WC - 2.2k

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Diluc R.

When it comes to his everyday life, Diluc doesn’t regret it very much. The young tycoon owner knows exactly what role he has to play and what needs to get done.

Despite his strong resolve and fortitude, it still physically pains his sensitive heart to be away from you.

Diluc knows how lucky he is to have you, he’s aware of the fact all too well. He cherishes you and loves you day in and day out, spoiling you rotten in the hopes that his actions will convey his own intimate feelings for you. Somedays he worries that his double life will be too much for your kind soul to handle.

If you were to disappear from his life, the winery owner fears he would never see light in his own dark world again.

He tries his best to return from his nightly missions at a reasonable time, just when the moon is descending from its peak position. There is nothing more Diluc looks forward to than you asleep in his bed. Knowing that he gets to hold you in his arms and rest is what gets the man through each day.

Although he can’t stand the teasing from his brother, Diluc is a sap for you and everyone knows it. He’s not ashamed of it.

His love for you is what carries him quietly through the house once he locks the main doors of the large home. Diluc checks to make sure all doors and windows are locked before quietly taking off his external accessories, hanging them by the door to his office, and then finally making his way to your shared bedroom.

At the sight of you asleep in his bed, messily splayed out (because you can never get comfortable without him), Diluc sighs. He tugs at the loose ponytail holding his hair up and lets his fiery strands run freely against his back. Most nights, he would brush his hair and maybe apply some oil to the ends but all Diluc can focus on now is you.

He happily sneaks under the covers and carefully presses his body into yours. The way you melt into his embrace is almost instant. Diluc softly kisses your temple before moving his arm to wrap around your waist. Gently, he squeezes you in his hold and runs his nose along your jaw.

“My love,” He can’t help but murmur against your skin, sometimes it becomes too hard to fight the hold you have over him. However, the moment you begin to stir, Diluc freezes. There’s nothing he hates more than waking you up, knowing how highly you value your sleep. It’s as if an internal alarm is ringing in his mind and Diluc all but holds his breath as your fingers tighten against his hold.

“Diluc?” Your sleepy tone melts into a whine as you shift and turn on your side to press your face into his chest. “When did you get back?”

The large man couldn’t pretend to be asleep even if he tried.

Diluc kisses your temple again.

“Not too long ago,” His comforting voice, deep and kind nearly lulls you back to sleep. It’s hard fighting fatigue when you’re in his arms. “go back to bed.” When you look up at him and Diluc sees the pout on your face, he doesn’t hesitate to kiss it off.

“We can talk in the morning, dearest. I promise.”

Kaeya A.

Most nights, Kaeya prefers a drink. He often works late and into the evening so one of the only things that provide him with a sense of pleasure is the tart fruity taste of wine on his tongue.

Every night before he sets out in search of a bar, he finds his way back home to you. Regardless of his alcoholic desires, there’s something special about sharing extra time with you in the evening. Sometimes, the captain finds himself skipping the drinks and staying inside to enjoy your loving embrace.

Tonight is no different than his other nights. Kaeya is caught up in work, having to check through documents and give them a seal of approval, and he finishes his tasks late. It’s nearly so late that the bars are almost closed and the moon is high up in the night sky.

For once, closed bars are not a concern to Kaeya because when he is most exhausted he always searches for you. He always returns to you.

“Oh, my love,” Kaeya’s quiet coo does not reach your ears from where he stands in the doorway to your apartment. The cavalry captain is extremely careful as he maneuvers the space and makes sure to be extremely quiet as he shuts and locks the door. He slips off his shoes and places his keys on a hook against the wall before making his way over to you.

Kaeya loves to watch you sleep. You’re completely angelic and the sight always makes him feel as if he has been punched in the gut, he’s absolutely winded by your beauty every single time. He can’t help but reach out and brush his cold knuckles against your soft cheek.

In the morning, he’ll have to chide you for falling asleep at the table but he knows this wouldn’t have happened if he came home earlier. It’s more his fault than it is yours, he can never find a flaw in you. In his eyes, you can do no wrong.

Keeping his touch light and soft, Kaeya cups your shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. His lips turn incredibly warm at the feeling of your skin and Kaeya attempts to fight off the flush he is feeling. You aren’t even awake and you’re still making the man flustered.

When you lightly begin to stir in your sleep, Kaeya only places more kisses along your face. He pecks your cheek and then your nose before gracing your forehead again.

“Hello, angel,” He whispers against your temple before leaving his lips glued to the spot. You grumble at him, just as he expected, before trying to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Kaeya,” Your quiet whisper makes his heart skip a beat and any fatigue he was feeling earlier in the night is nearly washed away by your voice. The way your eyes flicker over his features, darting from his eye to his lips makes the captain burn up inside. You’ve always been so shy with him. “how was work?”

“Dull, boring, slow.” He answers as he gently tugs on your wrist, pulling you up from your chair. There is no fight in you as Kaeya leads you toward your bedroom. “However, I did hear new speculations about Donna’s love life. Lisa spoils me whenever I drop off a book on time, would you like to hear about it?”

By the knowing smile on your face, as you fall into bed with Kaeya in hot pursuit, it’s going to be another evening where you both talk through the night.

K. Ayato

Ayato hates being away from you. He detests impending work and having to be locked away in his office for days on end, running on little sleep, just to see that deadlines are met. The thought of you alone in your shared room with your lone futon spread on the floor makes his heart ache.

For the last couple of days, Ayato has been in a time crunch. He has to get some official documents between two clans under wraps before their political marriage or the entire relationship will be in shambles. The task itself is not hard but, it is incredibly tedious.

When all Ayato wants to do is spend some time with his beloved, small pesky tasks become the bane of his existence.

“Would you like some tea, my lord?” Thoma’s gentle knock on the sliding door reminds Ayato to stay focused, that he still has work to finish.

“There is no need for that, Thoma. I’m almost finished up, please get some rest.”

As Thoma excuses himself for the evening, the head of the Kamisato clan smiles knowing that he can continue working at night knowing he has such formidable people beside him. Ayato thumbs through the documents again and mulls over the agreements two more times. He ensures that each of the bargains balances out the other before stacking the papers in a neat pile.

One more time, he will go over each and make sure that they’re in proper order and format.

When the mind-numbing task is complete, Ayato places the documents in the bin on his desk for it to be carried out in the morning. He stands tall from his low workstation and stretches until a satisfying pop reaches his ears.

It’s now early in the morning with the sun sure to rise in just another few hours. Ayato wastes no time in making a quick trip to your bedroom. He is silent in his steps as he presses against the hardwood of the floors and slides open your door.

He could almost sigh at the sight of you curled up and deep in sleep. Ayato makes quick work of closing the door and then kneels beside you, he lifts your hands up to his face so that he can kiss the inside of your wrist. In his own way, it’s like a silent apology for making you spend the last few nights alone.

Ayato doesn’t even bother himself with getting into his own futon, neatly made and laid out since earlier in the night. He settles in right beside you and squeezes into the tight space. With his long arms, he wraps them around your torso before tracing your hip.

Kiss after kiss, he places soft pecks of his lips underneath your ear. He doesn’t mean to wake you and he certainly doesn’t want to but, he just can’t keep his hands off of you.

Luckily for him, you are a heavy sleeper.

Fatigue finds the commissioner easily and he shuts his eyes to try and catch a break from the feeling. In your touch, Ayato finds himself at ease. Relaxation is of second nature to him and it is all because of you.

“Thank you, darling,” He sweetly kisses your ear before melting into the sheets, slumber is sure to find him just as it had found you.

Xiao

Xiao doesn’t often feel fatigued. There are some nights when he almost wishes something new would happen in his monotonous battle of protecting Liyue but, he doesn’t get tired of it.

Well, in the past, Xiao did not get burned out so easily.

The adeptus thinks you’re partly to blame if he could ever find a fault in your character. You’ve got him in some sort of routine.

In the past, Xiao would stay out until the sun came up patrolling one area before moving on to another. It was a cycle that he would consistently keep up with day in and day out.

The schedule he has now is a little different. Instead of clashing with hostile creatures throughout the night, he finds himself before your door once the moon peaks past the highest point in the starry sky. Xiao is still adamant about protecting Liyue but, he also prides himself on making you happy too.

He doesn’t understand why his heart tugs in his chest at a certain point during the night every single day. It’s a tug that demands him to return home, to find his spot in your bed and hold you in his arms until you stir awake and kiss his fingers.

Xiao melts whenever you pamper him, it makes him feel less alone.

Like most nights since your entry into his life, tonight is not so different. Xiao finishes his duties once the moon reaches high into the sky and when his heart starts to become impatient, he finds himself outside of your window with simple teleportation.

The adeptus tries to remember that he has a key and walks around to your door to quietly unlock your apartment. He places his staff beside your coat rack and takes off his shoes, dropping his mask on the nearby table, after he locks the door and ensures that it is shut. Your apartment is small and cozy and Xiao focused his eyes on you as soon as he walks into your bedroom.

It’s not a surprise that you’re asleep, but Xiao softly gasps when he reaches the foot of your bed. Whenever he is in your presence the eternal ache that he feels starts to dull. The sharp pain in the ends of his fingertips and the tips of his ears become numb. For a mortal, Xiao considers you to be quite special.

He doesn’t say anything as he softly gets into your bed and gently lifts up the covers to get beside you. The adeptus can’t help himself from touching you as soon as you are within his reach. Almost immediately, Xiao wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest. He remains quiet as he buries his face into your neck but, his heart leaps at the feeling of your stirring awake.

The man hates to wake you, he truly does, but the feeling of your hand reaching for his own is something Xiao will never get tired of.

“Welcome home,” Your sleepy tone and sweet whisper keep him grounded and alive each day. The way you kiss his knuckles soothes all the aches the adeptus has ever felt. “I missed you.”

#diluc ragnvindr x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #Kamisato Ayato x reader #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #ayato x reader #xiao x you #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #diluc fluff #kaeya fluff #Ayato fluff #xiao fluff

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olichat-reads · 1 year

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Imagine | ProHero!Bakugou x Villain!Reader

a/n: i'm on the brink of a panic attack at 7am on a monday morning sO-

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imagine prohero!bakugou x villain!reader BUT they're childhood bestfriends. and and they're STILL bestfriends despite everything. sure, nothing personal on the job and sure they go head to head sometimes but at the end of the day they're each other's safeplace and comfort.

its weird but it works.

its not everyday, but sometimes your paths cross while you're both on the job and bakugou, that bastard, NEVER holds back on you. and to be fair, neither do you. given that the two of you grew up and trained together, you were pretty evenly matched. both knowing each others' moves and strengths and weaknesses.

which essentially, you two took advantage of in attempts to murder each other on the job :D

"you used that move i suggested you try 🥺"

"hell yeah it fucking worked!"

"i know, katsu. my shoulder is dislocated."

":)"

"you're buying me ice cream, you ass."

the press has a field day whenever you go against each other- deeming you ✨️a r c h r i v a l s✨️. it sure was an ego boost when your bestfriend was the number one prohero. also you got to terrorize him with the media. win fucking win.

*dynamight slams you into a wall*

"ohh~ harder daddy~"

"STOP GIVING THEM IDEAS YOU FREAK"

"BUT I WANNA READ ALL THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS FANFICS LET ME HAVE THIS"

and the thing is. it didn't scare you, either of you, to let loose when you come face to face in a fight. you knew katsuki was strong as much as he knew how hard you worked to keep up to him. no one could come close to hurting either of you, besides each other and even then, you each could hold your own.

that didn't mean you don't get injured though. one of you stumbling into the others' apartment beat up was way too common of an occurence with the nature of your professions.

"red riot hit me so hardddddd"

"tsk. thats on you. could've gone against me but you had to test your luck with red."

"BITCH STFU WE BOTH KNOW YOU'D FUCK ME UP WORSE THAN ANYONE ON THE FIELD-"

"of course i would. gotta try to knock some fucking sense into lil miss villain somehow. now come here let me see your ribs, they're probably bruised."

"AND WHOSE FAULT IS THAT"

"yours."

"YOU- OW FUCK. KATSU GENTLE-"

"calm down you baby. you got stabbed last week and you're whining about some bruised ribs."

"I HAVE A LOW PAIN TOLERANCE YOU ASS BE NICE TO ME"

as much fun as it is smack each other in the vicinity of a public audience, you enjoy the occasional mission where you were both on the same team. perks of being a morally gray villain- you're flexible like that.

it should be noted though- you two're somehow even WORSE than when you fight each other. the amount of unhinged chaos should be a public and health hazard.

"we have a problem..."

"let me guess. you caused it."

"you have no faith in me. i'm offended."

"answer the question. did you?"

"...i did."

"and you ask me why i don't believe in you. fucking die, tinkerbell."

">:O"

"whats our escape plan?"

"our what :D"

"omg we're going to die."

"HOHO WE LIVED BITCH!"

"YOU COULD'VE WARNED ME BEFORE YOU YEETED ME OUT THE FUCKING PLANE YOU PSYCHOPATH"

"WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT D:"

the two of you don't actively try to hide the nature of your jobs and relationship with each other outside work- you don't bother pretending. he's a hero, you're a villain and both of you were bestfriends. as simple as that.

it makes life way more fun, you think.

🌟

a/n: this is fun i might add more to this hehe

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #oliwrites

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prescottsgirl · 6 months

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ALL LIGHTS TURNED OFF, CAN BE TURNED ON

older!sidney prescott x fem!reader

summary: after having a bad mental health day, you show up at sidney’s doorstep.

warnings: depression, self-harm, age gap (r is in her 20s, sid is 42)

note: pls read with A LOT of caution cause it’s pretty heavy & can be triggering i jst wanted to make a little vent fic with my girl

Your hands trembled by your side as you waited patiently for your girlfriend to answer the door, fingers anxiously picking at any loose threads at the hem of your sweater. As soon as Sidney opened the door, she could tell that you weren’t doing good. Your eyes were dark and empty and your hair was all messy. If she hadn’t known any better, she would’ve thought that you were going to fall lifeless on the ground.

“Baby, come i—” before she could finish what she was saying, you wrapped your arms around her waist, tightly hugging her with your head pressed against her chest from the height difference. She reciprocated it, her hands rubbing at your back and she placed a simple kiss at the top of your head.

You pulled back and she could, then, really see the puddle of tears that you were fighting back. She knew you were so strong but she just wished that you wouldn’t hold your feelings back like that for so long.

She shut her door and grabbed your arms to bring you further into her house that you’ve started to call home. You hissed in pain when she grabbed you, and Sidney wasn’t stupid, she didn’t grab you hard at all; she knew what happened. It wasn’t the first time. There’s not a thing that ever gets past her.

“Oh, my pretty love. Did something happen again?” She didn’t want to immediately accuse you of what you did because she knew that it would only hurt your feelings.

Your bottom lip trembled and you nodded, looking down at the floor to avoid her gaze. She cups your pink cheeks with her hands so you had no choice but to look at her. That familiar look of love had not faltered a single bit. You knew you could be completely open with her. “Mhm. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you bawled, words getting slurred with your own salty tears.

She shook her head, thumb brushing away your tears. “Shhh. It’s okay. I’m not mad, baby. I’m so proud of you for coming here.” She picked off your stray hairs that stuck to your wet face, then leaned forward to kiss your nose. You were trembling so bad, you didn’t even know if it was from the cold or from all your emotions.

“Do you want to talk? Or we can take a hot shower, you feel like a little icicle,” she chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood. She successfully got a little smile out of you.

“Shower please? I just wanna be with you, i don’t really want to talk about it.”

She smiled, grabbing onto your hand this time as to not hurt you. Showering with Sidney was one of your favorite things. It was just an everyday task that turned into something so loving. It was the time of the day where you just got to appreciate each other so gently and intimately, even in a non-sexual way.

She brought you up to the bathroom, and with your permission, helped you undress. She discarded your pants firsts because she knew you were still going to be sensitive with her seeing your arms. Nevertheless, she treated you with so much care. She didn’t bat an eye when she removed your shirt, not looking disgusted or uncomfortable.

You know she dealt with blood and wounds a lot in her life considering her past, but you didn’t know how she’d react to you doing that to yourself on purpose. However, the first time you showed her, she was nothing but understanding.

Your arms were coated in a bit of dried blood. You were thankful that she hadn’t scolded you about not cleaning them. You just didn’t have the energy and hated wearing bandages when they were fresh.

She took off her own clothes and then stepped into the shower with you. When the water hit your cuts, you whimpered a little bit, cuddling closer into Sidney. She wrapped her strong arms around you and slowly rocked you side to side as a way to soothe you. “I know, I know, my poor baby.”

Sidney held you under the water for a couple of minutes before delicately washing you. She was always so gentle, you thought it was truly impossible for her to ever hurt someone. It makes you upset how anyone could ever want to hurt her.

“I’m gonna clean this blood away, I don’t want you to get any infections. Is that alright with you, hm?” She soaked a wash cloth under the water and smiled when you nodded. You were too exhausted to properly answer her. She knew that.

Sidney delicately wiped at your arms, all the red patches slowly turning into just lines. When she was done, she lifted your arm to her mouth and placed a kiss there. Your eyes teared up again.

She helped you out of the shower and wrapped a warm towel around you. It felt like it was fresh out of the dryer, almost like Sidney just knew.

You waited on her bed for her while she quickly threw on comfortable clothes, not bothering to brush out her wet hair. She wanted to take care of you as soon as she could, she knew you needed it right now.

You watched her the whole time with sleepy eyes. It made you feel a little better; just watching your favorite person exist. Like seeing her little lip bites whenever she would make eye contact with you or looking at all the little freckles on her body that you have nearly memorized by now. It was simple, but it was something.

She walked back over to you with a set of her own sweatpants and shirt. She knew you loved wearing her clothes, and it was a bonus for her because she thinks it‘s adorable on you.

“Arms up, baby,” she says, and you lazily follow her instructions. You’re so tired, but you don’t want to make this any harder than it already is. She throws her shirt over your and then you hold onto her shoulders as she helps you into the bottoms.

You sit back down on her bed because you don’t really know what you’re supposed to do anymore. It gets quiet and you’re terrified that’s she going to bring todays incident up, when it’s really the last thing you want to think or talk about. But instead, she gives you another dopey smile to try and make you laugh, and when you finally do, she starts tickling your sides so you never stop smiling.

“Stop! Stop,” you say, laughing and out of breath. You’re not so sure that you want her to stop because for once, the only pain you can feel is the one in your cheeks from laughing so hard.

“Nu-uh, why should i?” she teasingly says, but it eventually comes to a stop. She kisses your forehead and looks down at you. She notices how droopy your eyes are, clouded with sleep. “My girl is so sleepy,” she brushes her finger gently below your eye and you shake your head just as they flutter closed at her touch.

She chuckles at you and wraps you up in her arms so you’re laying down on top of her. She presses another kiss, this time to the top of your head and she can already feel your body becoming dead weight. “Get some sleep, pretty love. I’m right here now.”

#sidney prescott #neve campbell #scream #wlw #lesbian #scream 1996 #scream 2 #scream 3 #scream 4 #scream 5 #sidney prescott x reader #neve campbell x reader

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mj-ackerman · 2 years

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Tatsuya Endo's Character's Guide QNA from the Official Fanbook: Eyes Only English Translation Part 2:

<<Part 1>> (DO NOT REPOST )

Franky Franklin:

Q: Please tell us if he has any unexpected side!

A: He occasionally does charitable activites such as helping war victims and removing landmines.

Q: How many people have rejected him so far?

A: As many as the stars

Q: How many inventions has he made so far?

A: If we include the junks, it's too many to count. Only few of them were practical enough for Loid to adopt.

Q: Please tell us if there are any interesting inventions that are not mentioned in the book!

A: A special conversation training machine for woman (based on the flow chart that Loid made), Forced height-stretching machine (failed), see-through glasses (failed)

Q: Is there any secret for his scruffy hair?

A: It's just a natural curly hair. He can hide a small wiretap to it.

Sylvia Sherwood:

Q: Please tell us some physical data like height, weight, shoe size etc..

A: Height: 173 cm... She doesn't seem to have a very good eyesight.

Q: Please tell us if she has any unexpected side!

A: Her room is a mess. She's sloppy except for her work.

Q: Right now, what's bothering her the most?

A: WISE's budget

Q: Does she pay any attention to her beauty and health?

A: She's sloppy so I don't think so. She's secretly more worried about her back pains.

Q: Did she like the souvenirs from the underground tennis? ( the weird jar and the ring?)

A: She likes the ring, she wears it later on.

Q: What does she feel being called (Iron Lady) ?

A: She consider it as convenient if she can maintain her dignity.

Fiona Frost:

Q: Please tell us her height and other physical data!

A: Heght: 172 cm. Since she's always looking at Twilight in a distance, she has a very good eye sight, about 5.0

Q: Has she ever smiled in her life?

A: She have, before Loid instructed her to "kill your emotions"

Q: How strong is her fighting strength compared to Yor?

A: It's very low. It's even lower than Loid.

Q: Is there any result from her retreat to the forest?

A: Her swing speed has increased. She can split a ball in half if she try hard enough.

Yuri Briar:

Q: How tall is he?

A: Height: 179 cm

Q: Don't girls confess to him?

A: He's pretty popular with his face alone. Then, when they find out how he actually is, they leave him alone.

Q: How strong or weak is his tolerance for alcohol?

A: He just turned 20, so he hasn't drink that much.

Q: Does he have any other interest other than Yor?

A: None

Q: How many hours does he work each month for a mission?

A: He's basically a civil servant, so he has to be on duty for 8 to 9 hours everyday, but depending on his assignments, he has no day off. He sometimes goes to the Forger's house, so he's a more free than Loid.

Q: How strong is his fighting strength compared to Yor?

A: His defense is much higher than Loid. His fighting strength is about 50-50 with Nightfall.

Q: How many people he have to cover up for his sister?

A: He's working for his sister's sake, so in that sense, there's a large number.

Damian Desmond:

Q: How often does he go home per month?

A: Dormitory students only goes home during long vacations such as summer vacation.

Q: Please tell us if he has other killer move other than "Rolling Sweep"!

A: Lightning Writing. Imperial Scholar Dagger.

Q: What is his favorite dish from the school cafeteria menu?

A: The Desmond family's education seems to have given him a descerning palate. He often eat in the dorm instead of using the cafeteria. He likes the schnitzel made by the dorm mother, Ms Maytron.

Becky Blackbell:

Q: What kind of play does she plays usually?

A: She plays doll ( doing love story) and fashion show alone

Q: What happen with all those pink tanks and fighter jets she received as a gift.

A: She got tired of it soon after she tried it. "The sound isn't cute" (Becky's Talk)

Q: How long has she been with Martha, the butler?

A: She's like a nanny to her, so she's been with her for as long as she can remember.

Q: What's her favorite dish from the school cafeteria menu?

A: Tomato cream pasta with lobster.

Q: Did she get any result from Yor's special training?

A: Climbing up the stairs in front of the school gate was a little easier now for her.

#spy x family #spy x family official fanbook: eyes only #franky franklin #sylvia sherwood #fiona frost #yuri briar #damian desmond #becky blackbell

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ga-yuu · 2 months

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~PROLOGUE~

------Welcome.

This is a world where everyone's dreams come true.

Now, what dreams shall we have?

For instance, a dream about eating the best food in the world.

...........

Oscar: "Delicious!!"

Everyone else: *gasps*

Oscar: "The magical sight that induces intense hunger, the exquisite texture that makes you ecstatic..."

Oscar: "The taste of the ingredients, the selected supreme flavours come together in your mouth and harmonizes with each other."

Oscar: "Truly....a gastronomic festival packed with all the delicacies from around the world!"

Oscar: "....This is what the ultimate ingredients and an ultimate chef can do. My dream of what looks like the ultimate gastronomic experience has now been fulfilled."

Cui: "Yayyhhh...!!! I did it! I did it! I finally got it!"

Kuchen: "Hahaha. You did it Cui. Who knew it would turn out so good, right?"

Rissh: "Mm....Cui nii-san is the best! He's the coolest! Also Kuchen is a genius!"

Oscar: "We have taken over gastronomy of the world. Gastronomy Guild has become the ultimate gourmet guild."

Oscar: "Everyone, please continue to work hard without being complacent. All for the sake of gastronomy----"

Kuchen, Cui, Rissh: "Yes sir!"

........

Or a dream of getting rich in casinos.

........

Seven: "........"

Ymir: "So...?"

Seven: "............"

Victor: "Oh my gosh! I'm getting so excited!!! I'm dying!!"

Seven: "........"

Ren: "Get'em, Seven!"

Camus: "6 - 4, Player wins."

Victor and Ren: "He did it!!!!!!!"

Ymir: *whistles~*

Victor: "I can't believe it! He won 10 BILLION gold!!"

Ren: "Hahaha...that's such a ridiculous amount of money...I can't stop laughing.."

Camus: "Next game. Bet please."

Seven: "........"

Camus: "Do you wish to continue? or do you want to withdraw? It's already enough to last you several lifetimes."

Seven: ".......Don't be silly."

Seven: "10 billion gold. I'll bet the whole amount."

Ymir, Victor and Ren: *gasps*

Camus: "Fufu....I see."

........

Or a common everyday dream.

........

Kai: "That's-what-I'm-saying. Mine is bigger! Mine is the biggest one!"

Zion: "Are your eyes for decoration? Clearly, mine is bigger than yours."

Ghee: "Ahaha...both of yours pumpkins are big enough....it's a draw, so I guess you guys...can stop...fighting?"

Kai: "I won the giant pumpkin contest."

Zion: *sighs* "First you forced me to compete with you, you lose and now you're whining. Seeing you being delusional makes me want to cry."

Kai: "Are you asking for a fight, you bastard!?"

Ghee: "G-Guys..can you HEAR ME~....!?"

Est: "Both of you are amazing! You've exceeded my expectations. Fufu..You have a great nose as a teacher."

Ghee: "Please teacher...don't laugh at this time..."

Est: "It's fine. They say 'the more we fight, the more we care' right?"

Kai and Zion: "I'll....keep fighting you!"

Ghee: "Fufu...it seems so."

...........

This world is full of dreams.

"No.."

This world is full of white hope.

"No...that's strange."

Why do you think so, seeing all this happiness?

"Because in this world..."

"They are not..."

...........

??: "....Emma."

??: "Hey, can you hear me!? Stay strong!"

Kuro: "Ah! Can you see me, Emma?"

Emma: "Was I....dreaming?"

Kuro: "Were you having a nightmare? But then again..."

Noah: "The scene happening in front of me right now is also a nightmare."

Itsuki: "Eden..."

Grandflare: "Eden! Why...?"

Kuro: "Eden is trying to make his dream come true. But...that's the same for us."

Rouge: "Yes yes. Everyone is so selfish, huh?"

Kuro: "Yeah. For each other's selfish dreams..."

Kuro: "Let's give it our all! Eden!"

..........

....

........

Kuro: ".......I'll make it happen, I promise."

Kuro: "Even if you disappear from this world."

Eden: "Heh. I see."

Eden: "Then....come at me."

...........

The world is full of shining dreams.

Sometimes, we seek it and know the pain of not getting it.

So what? I'm never gonna let go of your hand.

Let's go, to fulfil our precious dreams.

#otome #otome game #yumekuro translations #dream meister and the recollected black fairy

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night-ngale · 1 year

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I'm Here to stay.

Chapter two.

Later that night Marinette met up with Chat noir to explain the ...situation.

Marinette or well should I say Lady red soundlessly landed on Eiffel tower right behind Chat noir.

“Chat noir.”

Chat jumped a foot in air, startled and turned to face her with his baton outstretched in his hand.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to you pulling a Batman and appearing out of nowhere.” Chat lowered his baton, his ears flat against his head, but perked up when she giggled.

They were both high enough on the tower that the people down in the streets couldn’t see or hear the heroes.

The air between them was tense and awkward with both of them staring at each other not knowing what to say.

Dame rouge broke the silence by asking “So, I’m guessing you want an explanation for earlier.”

Chat noir nodded “Who is he? How do you know him?”

Marinette hesitated for a second, contemplating just how much she should tell him before sighing and ripping off the proverbial band aid.

“...He’s family.”

Chat gaped, a million questions running through his head and on the tip of his tongue but he swallowed them down and listened patiently.

Figured he’d understand complicated family relationships better than most, given his father’s Hawkmoth, not that he knew that yet.

She turned away from him and faced the cityscape. And she had to agree there, Paris truly did earn the title of City of lights.

“It’s been a while since we last saw each other.” She laughed bitterly, thinking of all those days she spent grieving, not knowing if he was alive or not after news of the coup reached her “I honestly didn’t even know if he was still alive with all the rumours surrounding his ...situation.”

Chat looked pained with her confession, but he held his tongue.

He scooted closer to her almost touching her but still far away enough for her to feel comfortable.

It was quiet again. But she felt the urge to break the silence. And she might as well get it off her chest. It was high time she had this conversation with Chat. She’d been putting it off for too long already and today seemed as perfect as any other day to do this. After all what was one more emotional and slightly straining revelation?

“You probably know this is not the first time I’ve done this whole shtick.” Chat startled when she spoke, not expecting his usually private partner to talk unless necessary, much less about something this private.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick she observed him doing even behind the mask “Yeah I kinda figured that you weren’t new to the whole ‘fighting freaks’ thing after I saw you wipe the floor with bubbler.”

That got her to smile, even if it was just a small uptick. But Chat seemed to count it as a win.

She sat down on the edge of the tower and he sat right beside her without prompting.

It was silent again. Chat was waiting patiently for her to continue or just stay with her for comfort.

She swallowed heavily before speaking again.

“You know, there are usually only two types of people in our line of work.” Chat turned to look at her questingly at the abrupt change of topic but she resolutely avoided his eyes, staring down at the city below them “People who don masks everyday are usually either Heroes or villains. And until a few years back I was in the wrong side of that war. ” She might have heard Chat gasp, but she wasn’t really processing anything right now. “I only really donned the earrings to try and wipe out some of the red on my ledger.”

She clenched her eyes shut. Even after all these years it’s still hard to think about that time, to accept who she used to be. It’s gotten better after she met Sabine. Tikki and the other kwamis helped tremendously too, but it was still hard.

She felt strong arms wrap around her. It was an incredibly long and taxing day and it had been so long since she last felt this warm and safe that she just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

That night Chat noir saw his partner breakdown for the first time. He just held her as she cried and let loose all her emotions for the first time in a very long time. Even Hawkmoth didn’t risk interrupt them, not when Chat noir cataclysmed every akuma that even dared to come near them.

Bonus*

Chat looks at the time on his baton and winced. She had to agree, school tomorrow was going to be absolute hell.

He turns back to her and bows dramatically “Well M’lady, this cat has got to scat.” His jovial tone could not conceal his worry for her. No amount of acting and modelling classes were going to help him hide his emotions from her.

She waved off his anxiety.

He glanced back at her one last time, concern etched on his face, before he leapt off the tower with his baton in hand.

“Oh wait I forgot! You’re father is Hawkmoth!”

Chat noir’s grip slips and he falls off his baton.

Marinette curses as she unravels her yoyo to catch her frozen partner who was currently falling to his death.

“Damn it! I could’ve used more tact.”

Tikki can’t help but agree through their mental bond.

*******

Hawkmoth and Mayura were defeated last week.

It hit Adrien hard, but he’s doing better now.

Honestly it was wonder he wasn’t akumatised. His emotions were all over the place.

Thank Kwami Hawkmoth was too busy panicking during the ambush to even think about sending out an akuma for Chat Noir.

But it probably wouldn’t have worked out too well for him either, considering all of Adrien’s emotions were targeted on him.

The fight was short. A quick in and out job with Gabriel venomed, Nathalie knocked out and the butterfly and peacock Miraculous safely tucked in her yoyo all in a matter of few minutes.

It was honestly a little disappointing. Hawkmoth spent so much time in his lair that his fighting skills were atrocious and Nathalie was little help in the battle, what with all her coughing.

They were neutralized so quickly, it was almost embarrassing.

Oh who was she kidding, it was totally embarrassing. For them.

Adrien had broken down when he saw his mother’s body hooked up to life support. She was still alive, if barely.

He broke down again when she told him that Emily Agreste could be saved.

He hugged her tightly, not letting her go even as their timers beeped down and she didn’t have the heart to push him off. So, that led to another awkward conversation where Adrien stared incredulously at his sweet and bubbly classmate who was supposedly an assassin and freaking Ladybug (Ugh she hated that name but the public were adamant to call her that.)

After a few more minutes of awkward staring(on her side) and incredulous(on Adrien’s) he finally nodded his head, apparently coming to a resolution.

“You know this actually explains a lot but also holy shit!”

The tension drained out of her frame and she started giggling, which soon turned into full blown laughter. Never change Chat.

But that was all in the past. Right now Marinette had more pressing issues than to think about some idiot who was in prison.

The media ban and the protective wards around Paris were lifted yesterday.

So now the entire world was in the know about the shitstorm that was Paris this past year. And that included the Justice League, who were all shamelessly persistent on meeting with her and could not take a hint despite the various times she had had to kick them all out of Paris.

She had finally agreed to meetup with them today (I mean there’s only so many times you can portal someone to the middle of the Pacific before giving up.)

But she was weary. Not only about the meeting but also about leaving Paris.

She had managed to dodge the League and their never-ending armies of assassins who were prowling the streets and even somehow in her school. (They were literally everywhere, like damn cockroaches. Everywhere you look you find them and no matter how many you squash, more come to replace them.)

She was leaving Chat alone with a few of the temporary heroes to hold down the fort while she was away.

She trusted them enough to leave Paris in their hands for a few hours, she really did! It was the League that she didn’t trust not to start shit while she was away.

So here she was, standing in front of her assembled heroes on some random Parisian rooftop giving them lecture after lecture on how to keep Paris intact for a few hours and to please call her if shit hit the fan and don’t try to tough it out yourself.

She transformed with Kaalki and turned back to wave one last time.

“Love you guys, be back by 7 and please please don’t let Paris burn down while I’m away.”

“Oh just go already.”

“We’ve got this.”

“Don’t worry so much, I mean what’s the worst that could happen?”

So with the questionable confidence given by her team, she opened a portal to the coordinates Wonder Woman had given her and stepped through hoping this wouldn’t come back to bite her in the butt.

She found herself in the Watchtower and honestly if it wasn’t for her assassin training she would have gaped like an idiot. But she’s not an idiot nor is an incompetent assassin, ex-assassin? So instead she walked up to the founding members of the Justice League looking the epitome of cool professionalism while she died on the inside. (Oh my god these assholes have a base in space!)

So this is what Damian meant when he said there was a surprise for her in the Watchtower. That cheeky little bastard.

Wonder Woman took the lead by kneeling down to one knee and bowing her head down deeply. “Chosen of creation, it is an honour to be in your presence sister.”

She bowed back in respect. “Princess Diana of Themyscira, it is an honour to meet you too.”

The rest of the Justice League did not seem to know what to make of this interaction.

Of the remaining of the trinity, Superman looked awkwardly between them, while Batman stared at her with an unnerving intensity that almost made her break out into a cold sweat. She was not going to get revealed now, and certainly not like this. Damian would never let her live it down.

Putting on her best poker face, she straightened up a cleared her throat, making almost everyone in the room jump. “Shall we start?”

Great. Now it was time to bullshit a room full of Heroes and detectives and make them think she was disclosing actually relevant and confidential information while in fact giving them nothing.

This was going to be fantastic.

*******

The meeting was going fine actually. So far they had discussed the charges against Gabriel and Nathalie, the impacts and repercussions of Hawkmoth’s reign and the effect on the citizens including the rehabilitation efforts taken. All common knowledge in Paris. Not that they seemed to know that.

She had artfully dodged every question asking about the Miraculous and where she and the other heroes had gotten theirs and how Hawkmoth had got his slimy hands on not one but two.

Everything was going better than expected, good even. All except for Batman. He did not stop staring at her through out the meeting and asked weird and completely unrelated questions. Even some of the other heroes had started giving him looks. She would have snapped at him much sooner if it wasn’t for Robin, who was seated right behind him making discreet cutting motions with his hand every time she turned to tear Batman a new one.

But honestly enough was enough. This was the twenty-fifth time (yes she counted) she could feel Batman’s unnerving and slightly creepy gaze zero in on her. And formalities be damned, father or not this overgrown furry was onto her and she was not letting it go. He was going down and 6 feet under. Damian would get over it.

She stopped mid sentence and turned to Batman with the sweetest and fakest smile she could muster. “Is there a problem monsieur Batman?”

Her voice was sweet as poison and her smile turned sharp. Batman narrowed his eyes, aware of the game she was playing and refusing to take part in it.

Well it seems he needed a bit more of a push.

“Do you have anything you want to say? I can feel you staring at me.”

Batman narrowed his eyes at her further till they were only white slits, but she just glared right back at him full force.

Meanwhile his brood all had varying responses.

Nightwing looked concerned. RedHood (ugh he has got to ditch that atrocious helmet.) seemed to enjoy the turn of events and looked invested in the drama. Red Robin, who looked forty with that hideous cowl took on discreet defensive stance and Robin looked two twitches away from face palming and sent her ‘what the hell are you doing?’ look.

Well what was she doing? She was getting herself a new punching bag. She needed someone to take out her frustrations on now that Hawkmoth and his minion were no longer viable options, so who better a target than the man who is supposedly your biological father and a right asshole towards your twin. That overgrown furry deserves everything he’s going to get.

And the only person who could maybe intervene and sell her out was not there. Lucky for her that BlackBat was in Shanghai along with Spoiler on a much needed vacation.

The rest of the Justice League looked between the two of them like they were at a tennis match with varying expressions of awe, fear and incredulity.

Marinette ignored all of them. Her glare was set solely on Batman.

A few minutes passed in a standstill and Batman grunted knowing it was his move. He tensed his muscles and visibly grit his teeth

“You’re an assassin.”

Well that was unexpected. She thought he’d say something more along the lines of ‘Who are your parents?’ 'Are you adopted?’ or maybe even ‘You are my daughter.’ Not whatever this is.

She blinked once but showed no other outward expression of shock.

Unfortunately the same could not be said for the rest of the Justice League. The Bats all tensed and fell into defensive stances, all except for Robin who whipped his head around to stare at his father in visibly obvious panic and shock. Wonder Woman and Aquaman both stood up and protested loudly, though one was more vehement in their objection. The rest of the Heroes all broke into various states of chaos after the statement left Batman’s lips.

Marinette meanwhile just crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat. The squeak of her chair was all everyone needed to quiet down and seat their asses back down.

“Ex-assassin and well, so are you and half your brood.”

Batman almost growled out loud and the table creaked from the white knuckle grip he had on it.

The Justice League was apparently made up of colour blind and shameless heroes because everyone looked between them like they were watching an interesting tennis match and not a standoff that could potentially cause bloodshed.

The Bats (Except for Batman, who she was in the middle of a standoff with) were all glancing nervously at Robin, probably expecting him to unsheathe his sword and jump over the table to attack her. But surprising everyone but her, he stayed put.

RedHood was the first to crack, clicking the safety off his gun and pointing it at her. Something she expected considering his temper and less than stellar history with the League.

This caused anther uproar with everyone standing and arguing.

She was the only one seated now, arms crossed and looking almost bored. A stark contrast to the coiled and tensed forms of literally everyone else in the room.

“Why are you here?”

She looked up from examining her nails, giving that Red bucket the most deadpan look she could muster. “You asked me to come here.”

After a few seconds of flustered silence and muffled laughter, RedHood had apparently scrounged up enough of his dignity to ask again “You working for the league?”

She straightened at this, all mirth fading away from her and her eyes sharpening. She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward and the Heroes all tensed in unison. She looked RedHood right in the eye.

“Now why would I go back to a place I fought tooth and nail to get out of?”

“...”

The air was almost electric with how charged it was.

Buzzz

Buzzzz

Buzzzzz

RedHood startled at the sudden noise and shot at her.

She was unfazed just deflecting the bullet with her wrist cuffs. The same could not be said for the rest of the heroes as they all violently flinched.

Buzzz

Buzzzz

Buzzzzz

Her yoyo was ringing, she picked it up, checked the caller ID and promptly cursed the universe and everyone in it to the high heavens.

“Oh for fucks sake Chat I’ve been gone for an hour!”

“Heyyy M’lady.” There were sounds of fighting in background oh and someone was screaming too.

“So I know you told us to keep Paris in one piece while you were gone and Paris is still intact- Hey!” A katana missed taking off his head by an inch. “But ces assassins stupides popped out of nowhere and started attacking. But thankfully their blades didn’t pierce our suits not for their lack of trying.” he muttered the last part quietly but she still caught it and narrowed her eyes further. Then there was a banshee screech and Abeille wailed ‘My hair!’ and everyone within a 40 mile radius who weren’t completely tone deaf winced at the volume. “Anyway bug we’ve pushed the assassins off the roof, we’ve tied them up and we threw them in the bin.” He ducked as ninja star whizzed right past his head. “but they *whack* keep *whack* coming *whack* back *whack* Like maudits cafards!” A huge explosion ringed out and everyone was thrown off “Anyway we’ve totally got everything under control but- watch the tail! But um it would be great if you could come back. Like right now. And- Wait no no no no not again! ” Another explosion ringed out and the call cut.

Silence.

It was completely silent for the first time in forever in the Watchtower.

She snapped her yoyo shut with a resounding click that echoed around the room.

She took a deep breath and looked up to face the other heroes, giving them a smile so sweet and fake it put American candy to shame.

“Well as you can see, duty calls.”

The entire Justice League stared at her in incredulous disbelief. And there was something satisfactory in watching the world’s mightiest heroes gape at her in complete speechlessness.

She opened another portal, forever grateful for the ‘use your power more than once’ power up potion, and waved at the heroes cheekily “Au revoir!” before jumping into the portal and leaving a gaggle of sputtering heroes behind her.

*****

The Justice League was in utter chaos.

Utter and complete chaos.

Damian was almost surprised by the amount mayhem his sister caused, but trouble always did follow after her like a lost puppy.

And while what she did was stupid.

And moronic.

And would definitely come back to bite her later.

He was mostly proud of her.

It was no easy feat to throw off his father. And it had been a long time since he had seen the Justice League this off balance.

He quickly wiped the smirk off his face. It would not help anyone if he got caught now. Marinette was not ready to meet father and he honestly can’t blame her. She hated mother and was right to do so, mother is a quote ‘piece of work’ and undeserving of Ukthi. But Marinette had also vowed to hate whomever their father was because anyone who Talia al Ghul decided was worthy of her and the al Ghul name was probably also a right nasty piece.

She lost most of her hostility once she discovered that the ever elusive ‘father’ was the Batman, but she was still suspicious. And he cannot blame her. While the League of assassins was horrifying and gruesome to him and was no place for a child to be anywhere near there, but Marinette had it much much worse. While he was the heir to the demon’s head and treated like royalty, she was the competition, a spare, a disgrace and most of all she was a girl.

Crash

He flinched slightly at the abrupt reminder that he was currently stuck in middle of the what would appropriately be termed a shitstorm.

Wonder Woman was having what Grayson called ‘an existential crisis’ and found it acceptable to throw her chair across the room.

Todd was staring at his hands in horror and was also having an existential crisis for shooting at a child. Tch Marinette is not just a child and she is more than capable of dodging a mere bullet.

Superman was holding Wonder Woman down and rest of the League were divided into two groups loudly arguing whether not Ladybug was working for Ra’s al Ghul.

But so far the most concerning was father. He was quiet, alarmingly so. And he had not spoken a word to anyone since Ukthi had made her dramatic exit. He was brooding and that spelled trouble for everyone involved.

Finally father stood up and the chair screeched loudly, silencing the argument. The eyes of the entire Justice League were on him, but he payed them no mind “We’re leaving.” Grayson started to protest “NOW.” He stormed out of the room with the rest of the pretenders following behind him dejectedly and leaving behind a room of gaping faces.

Hmm. Maybe dramatic exits were an inherited trait. He’s going to have to look into that. Mother also had a flair for the dramatics and it would certainly do no good if he was the odd one out.

*******

Being dramatic was definitely hereditary and a necessary trait if you want to be an Al Ghul much less an Al Ghul Wayne. Because then why else would Marinette open a portal right above the random warehouse the assassins decided would be an acceptable place to start a war and drop down onto the battle field like an avenging angel from the sky and knock out a horde of assassins from the impact of her descent alone.

Obviously, it was for no other reason than to sate her inner drama queen and to smirk at the gaping faces of her team.

It was like something out of a movie. Every single person, heroes and villains alike stopped to stare at her with conflicting emotions on their faces. But alas this wasn’t a movie but real life so the moment was broken by Chat being thrown off the roof.

“CHAT!”

“...”

“I’M OK!”

The fight resumed as normal. But instead of being in a standstill, the Miraculous team now had the upper hand.

Now to get the League out of Paris once and for all, or at least keep them out for a month at most. They’d have to burn the Lazarus pit along with Ra’s al Ghul if they wanted to rid them of the world forever. And oh did they want to do that.

She started the incantation for the spell while kicking an assassin’s kneecaps out, before tripping another assassin into the one running towards her.

She took out a dagger from her pocket and started carving out symbols on the rooftop but stopped to stab the assassin that was stupid enough to attack her right in the gut before taking it out and throwing it at the one trying to sneak up her from behind.

She took out another dagger and continued carving and simultaneously kicking ass.

The spell was almost over. She just needed a few more things now.

“I NEED THE THUMB OF A MINION!”

A pause, before there was a screech and a bloodied thumb landed smack dab in the centre of her carvings. Then Ryuku landed right in front of her covered in blood that was hopefully (probably) not her own.

“Thanks Ryu!”

Ryuko curtly nodded at her and smirked, before calling on wind dragon and picking up half the assassins on roof and dropping them in the trash.

Now for the hardest ingredient to find. The blood of someone who has fallen from grace. As if hearing her thoughts, an assassin was thrown on the carving with a murderous Queen bee not far behind, screaming obscenities that should not be told anywhere near a child.

“tu es con! I will tear you limb by limb and slowly and painfully kill you for what you have done.” Her once beautiful golden locks were now something akin to a flaming dumpster fire with chunks of hair missing and a few strands literally on fire.

She gaped at Abeille for a good few seconds before an idea from hell popped into her head and she smirked evilly.

This was perfect. She wouldn’t find anyone else fallen farther from grace than this, well except Gabriel Agreste, but she’d have to go all the way to Penitentiaire Inrichting Vught to get his blood.

While Chloé was on her warpath, Marinette discreetly or not so discreetly grabbed the heiress's hand and cut her finger with her magical dagger deep enough for her blood drip onto the carvings. All the while the girl in question was still too lost in her rage to even notice.

As she said the last part of the incantation Magic crackled and the wind blew violently around her. And now for the last part, the blood of the spell caster. She took her magic dagger and cut a line straight along her palm and squeezed her fist, watching as blood dripped down her palm. When the first drop of her blood dripped onto the carvings the wind stooped the and the carvings lit up red before turning blue.

All the assassins froze, be it mid fight or mid getting their asses handed to them before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Shame it was right as Abeille was about to pounce on her prey.

While it was fortunate for everyone else that the assassins were sent back to where they came from, it was unfortunate for her cause now Abeille’s murderous gaze zeroed in on her for stopping her from exacting revenge.

Marinette raised her arms in surrender slowly backing away from the furious and slightly homicidal girl.

“Bee, Bee I can fix this.”

Chloé was not appeased nor did she stop her warpath.

Chat noir, her ever loyal partner sacrificed himself yet again for her by tackling Chloé before she could pounce and scratch her eyes out. Chat was now subjected to the blunt of Chloe’s rage and judging by the fear in his eyes, he knew that too.

Carapace reached out to help his best bud but Rena held him back muttering something about it being too late now.

And she was right. Chat gave himself up to the devil for her and she won’t let his sacrifice be in vain. She would fix this and save him.

She straightened, determination brimming in her stance. Her eyes glowed a brief red and she slammed her hand on the ground, discharging waves of magic that fixed all the damage caused by the battle including Abeille’s disastrous hair.

Satisfied with having saved Chat’s life and barred the League from even setting foot in Paris for the next month or so, she yawned.

“Everyone head back to base and someone debrief me. I’m long over due for my nap.”

No one even tried to argue with her, it was a miracle if she even slept at all and everyone wanted know what happened with the Justice League.

#marinette cheng #badass marinette #maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #marinette is mdc #marinette deserves better #damimari #bio dad bruce wayne #maribat bio dad bruce #batfam

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nightwanderers12081 · 8 months

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SOSOOSOSOS

remember that small snippet I posted of that story i was writing?

I finished it

//TW/CW, Smth similar to a Panic Attack, Medical stuff such as stiches n cleaning wounds, Injuries(no description/not graphic), Undressing(to treat those injuries), and medical related drugging(smth used to calm someone down)

Let us know if we need to censor for anything else

"He could barely make out them talking in the blur that was his current vision, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. It was as if he was underwater, the two voices muffled by the crashing waves around him. They wanted to hurt them, he was sure of it. Sure he couldn't make our their faces but he knew enough to know they despised him. He heard them rant about him everyday. He was in danger

His mind kept screaming at him. Move! Run! Leave! Do something, But he was frozen on the floor. Fear gripped him tightly and refused to let go. He thrashed against it, against his own body, desperately trying to escape the terror that was his parents, But all he could manage was a measly growl.

The orange man took a step closer. Danny's mind raced as he pushed back against the brick wall that stood behind him. Pain shot through his aching body. He yelped, curling in on himself. Shutting his eyes, he desperately prayed that his wounds would stop aching. Then maybe he could fly out of here with no problems. But no, the scratches and bites left by Spectra and that damn shapeshifter had to have been deep, because of course he couldn't get off easy for once. His life's a mess.

Phantom didn't notice the man move closer while his wounds stung at him. He wasn't ready for the hands that suddenly came at him and pulled him close.

His eyes shot open, and his vision was flooded by orange. He hissed and pushed against the ghosthunter with all that he could, but it was to no avail. He wasn't strong enough to brute force his way out this time.

If he had been in the right state of kind, he would've thought twice before hurting his parents. But he wasn't thinking straight right now, he was scared, he wanted out.

Phantom resorted to alternative methods to get out. His claw-like gloves came down on the orang hazmat suit, trying to pry out of the death grip he was placed in. No matter how much he scratched and thrashed around, however, he couldn't escape.

A cry escaped his throat as he continued in vain to release himself. He didn't want this. He already had to go through the hell that was fighting Spectra, why did he have to suffer more? Did the world hate him that much?

He heard a door close behind him. Great, he didn't even realize they had gotten him into the GAV. The revelation only brought more panic. Phantom became more desperate, his movements becoming more and more crazed. Along with his movement, he was more vocal. Cries and screams filled the air as he tried desperately to pry himself away from his captor.

A hand to his jaw and lifted it up, exposing a small strip of his neck. Before he could react, he felt a small poke in his neck.

Everything became fuzzy, Phantom weakly hit his captor before exhaustion caught up with him. He stopped fighting, opting to lean into the warmth that the man was radiating.

Phantom couldn't find it in himself to care much anymore, or think for a matter of fact. All he knew was that the person holding him was warm and comfortable, and he didn't want to move anymore.

Everything hurt, he was so tired, he just wanted to rest. A hand went into his hair, stroking his head lightly. It felt nice. A rumbling hum filled the room.

He felt a slight sway as he heard soft thumping beneath him. Distantly, he knew he was moving somewhere, he couldn't bother to care anymore though.

A whine escaped his throat as he was lowered down onto a hard and cold surface. It was alot less comfortable then his previous arrangement. He tried to curl in on himself for warmth, but 2 hands held him in place. The grip on him was surprisingly gentle and full of care, He didn't understand why.

A zipper could be heard as Phantom's skin was quickly exposed to the cool air in the GAV. Goosebumps quickly spread across his skin. He shifted uncomfortably, a whine in the back of his throat. The back of his mind screamed that he was in danger, that they would cut him open.

A hand was in his hair again, Petting him gently. Distantly, He could make out someone speaking to him, "Shhh, Its okat sweetie. We're trying to help" it gently coaxed. Those simple words calmed his nerves, He wasn't too sure why. He relaxed again, as his gloves and belt were removed, then his suit was slipped off.

He laid there for a little while, drifitng in and out of his head. The cold of the table was no longer bothersome. He heard a soft thump besides him, as if something was set down. A small click followed suit.

The voice from before said something once more, "Im sorry sweetie, but this is going to hurt a little", That was the only warning he got before a wet wipe was pressed down against his wounds.

He winced at the stinging, no other reaction made. He was used to this kind of pain. The back of his mind filled in that the wipe probably had been soaked in sterile saline.

Once the wipes were removed, something started painfully poking around his injuries. Phantom shut his eyes and held his breath, but a quiet whimper slipped out when the poking had made its way to the slash on his abdomen.

A different voice responded, deeper then the one from before, "Im sorry kiddo, we dont have any antiseptic on us right now, I swear this wont take long" It apologied. Phantom took his word for it.

After what felt like hours, the poking stopped. He let out a sight of relief. Besides him, he could hear a faint rustling, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment.

A fabric that his brain quickly supplied was gauze wrapped different sections of his body. He felt a bandage being placed on his cheek, it ran down to the middle of his neck. He paid no mind to it.

Afterwards, He was lifted ever so slighty. He let out a displeased grunt in responce, he was exhausted, he just wanted to sleep. A quiet chuckle was heard from above him, as he felt his hazmat suit being slipped back onto himself. The arms holding him moved unfer his small frame and lifted him into the air. He hissed slightly.

It only took a few seconds before he was placed down again. This time, the surface was incredibly soft. His head was elevated slightly, on another soft surface. He deduced that his head was ontop of a pillow. A light and incredibly soft fabric was laid over him, which he snuggled into immediately. A soft purr emitted from his chest.

Two straps came over him, the sound of two buckles following. The straps felt secure, but not tight enough to limit slight movements.

A wave of comfort washed over him. The injuries he sustained from the fight earlier that day didn't sting as much anymore, he felt warm, and most importantly, he felt safe. He felt at ease.

The people who brought him here are nice. that was the last thought before he allowed himself to relax fully. He slipped away into the welcoming void that was his subconscious. The voices around him slowly were drowned out as he fell into a deep slumber."

And thats it! We want to turn this into a fic on Ao3, if we did this would be the first chapter! We have alot of ideas for this story! ~ Ender/Whisper

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #hurt comfort #fanfic #story #long post #my brain wont stop thinking about this

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hoolalafoolalal · 1 year

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The red thread which joins us will find us wherever we go.

Started watching UWMA because I wanted to watch Between Us. But I was not ready for the way it hit me right from the start. The death of Korn and the pain of Intouch was too much to bear.

Korn was young but he was shackled in the expectations of his father. He didn't want to take over his business and saw no escape until he met Intouch. I think he knew from the start that their story would not have a good ending. Even though, he tried. Tried real hard to live the life that he would have if he had been born in a different place or different time. His smile, the very slight smile that he ever had was only reserved for Intouch. He maybe knew he was being selfish by accepting In's feelings for him but he wanted to be. For once, he wanted the love he never got.

Korn felt helpless and powerless from the start and taking away the only thing that mattered to him, pushed him down the hole where he felt finding In in another life was more realistic than seeing him taken from his life.

They deserved to love again and love again.

Like Korn, Dean's smile was only reserved for Pharm. All his friends knew he was finding someone and when he got together with Pharm, they were so happy for him.

But Dean is much bolder, strong headed now and will fight to get his love. He shows Pharm from the start that he is committed only to him.

His interactions with Pharm were so smooth, it legit made even my heart race. Boy is an expert on flirting.

What got me was the way he made sure that Pharm does not spiral out and lose his identity. They are Dean and Pharm, they have Korn and In's memories but they are not them.

On side note, it would be an interesting talk if they ever have about how they are their both uncles and nephews.

And the way Pharm always goes P'Deaaaaannnnnn. Such a munchkin. He is so adorable. And the acting. Wow. Just wow. Hatsoff.

For me this is not a story of love but if forgiveness and understanding that death in any manner kills the person and their family.

In's father had to live and die with the pain that he was the reason his son is dead. Korn's dad too lost his two sons and his family was never the same.

Their pain hits another level. Like Krit asks Pharm to forgive his dad. He has seen him suffering everyday, atleast in death, he wants to give his dad some peace.

It took the death of their sons to make them realize how small they were. They had to live with the fact that their beliefs were the reason behind their sons' deaths.

This should be adapted into all existing languages to make people understand that their beliefs are not the structure of society. We have built our walls and foundations on beliefs when they are just supposed to be part of what makes us human.

Now with all the closure Pharm and Dean can move on and live as themselves under no weight of their past while their red thread ties and bring them in closer and closer.

#until we meet again #until we meet again series #dean pharm #deanpharm #UWMA #uwma the series #between us #between us the series #korn intouch

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timeseternity · 1 year

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You’ve Given Me Peace.

I’ve been dreaming of you. I look for your car all the time. For you. Hoping one day we can see each other out and about, and smile at one another. My dreams of you have been anything but pleasant. The most recent one, you shot me. And not like a gunshot went off and I woke up. We were fighting, and I saw you pull a gun. I turned away and braced myself, and you shot me in the middle of my back. I fell forward onto the floor, and laid there on my chest. I remember thinking “I don’t know what it feels like to be shot, and I don’t feel any pain. I just feel warmth in my whole chest. Am I dying?” I was screaming for help. You stood over me and said “they’re not fucking coming,” and left the room. I didn’t even wake up yet, but I wanted to. It’s like I knew I was dreaming and was praying I woke up before I died. I don’t know what that means. I don’t know how I wake up from a dream like that and still love you. But I do. Not in the sense that I want to be with you again. But I just love you. As I’m healing (or trying to at least), I’ve come to appreciate the bond we had. Whether it was strictly a trauma bond or what, it was clearly strong enough to keep us coming back for more for almost 7 years. The things we’ve done to one another, yet still have always had some speck of love for each other. It’s not healthy or normal or made to last. But it was real, and at least something good came out of it.

I truly think I stuck in this long enough to become the villain. Maybe subconsciously I knew that the only way to get you to stop hurting me was to hurt you back beyond repair. I think I always knew that. I used to beg you to let me go, and I’d wonder what it would take to get you to finally do that. I knew what I was doing, and I knew it would hurt you. At the time I found joy in it partly because I knew it meant we’d finally be done with one another and maybe that much closer to peace. But when the dust settled, I felt awful. I still do. I am truly sorry. I’m sorry I’ve hurt you, in all the ways I have throughout the years. People tell me you’ve deserved it. It’s easy to say that and believe it considering the cheating, lies, and abuse. But I don’t feel like you deserved to hurt regardless of how you hurt me. Contrary to what you’ve said to me, I am not that evil. I tried to be. I thought hurting you would feel good. That it would feel right and justified. It didn’t, and it still doesn’t. And for that, I’m sorry.

Everyday I’m working towards forgiving you. I thought I had, then everything stirred up again and I realized I had only buried you, not forgiven you. Little by little, though, I do. Every other minute in the day I go from loving you to hating you. But I know one day, the hate will be gone and I will have only love for you. I hope to see you one day and only appreciate the love and laughs we shared. I often think about the times we’d be falling over in the kitchen laughing, trying not pee. Or in bed cracking up, while I hit your arm from laughing so hard. Or the games we’d play finishing each other’s sentences or trying to land on the same words- and not to mention how easily it was to do that. One day I will see you and see my old best friend, someone I truly grew up with. One day, all that will be left when I think of you will be love. It’s still there now, just mixed in with a bunch of other things. Loving you, and being hurt by you, changed me in stages. First I was weak, then I guess I became evil, thinking that was strength. I think the real strength is coming now. I feel myself becoming the woman I’m meant to be: loving, kind, accountable and self-aware, respectful and respectable. The last 7 years have felt like I’ve been knocked down over and over. And although I kept getting back up, I never quite figured out how to fix my footing and make sure it didn’t happen again. That’s happening now. So I just wanted to thank you.

If you read this and feel hate, I hope you don’t feel inclined to respond. Because I guess the self righteous part of me hopes you’re healing too, and becoming the man I’ve always known you can be. My ego would feel too bruised if you were still hateful. But then again, it’s not about my ego anymore. And you will probably hate me for some time. After all, it did take me 7 years to get to this point. But I do hope now, or even one day, you feel the way I do. Maybe even just an ounce. I love and respect you and what we had. I’m grateful. I’m proud of what we experienced- not always proud about what we did and how we did it- but proud nonetheless. I’m happy when I think of the laughs I shared with my once-best friend. And I am sad that it came to end. But I am also so understanding of why it wasn’t built to last, and accepting of why all the bad happened the way it did.

Our relationship is the defining relationship of my life. That doesn’t mean it was meant to be forever. Our relationship, and you, have shaped me more than anything or anyone has or ever will. I am becoming the woman I was intended to be. Nothing will shake me again, and that’s all credit to the strength I’ve gained from the life I shared with you. Thank you.

“Lifetimes” has always meant just that. I will meet you in every life. And I will love you in every life. I can only hope that each lifetime, we learn faster and love harder. Maybe eons down the road, we will actually work out. If we do, I can’t wait to experience that love. And if we don’t, I’m at peace because I know in my soul that every time we finally walk away from each other, this will always be the relationship and you will always be the man that made me who I was meant to be. Goodbye. Lifetimes.

#love #i love you #heartbreak #hurt #breakup #heartache #moveon #long post #moveforward #long reads #letting go #letting you go #move on

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liam-summers · 1 year

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Just thinking about the way that Buffy and Angel are each other’s touchstone throughout both series. When they’re together, they find comfort, companionship, understanding and love in each other even when they’re going through bad times. And then when they break up, they both have their own lives but every time they make it through a rough patch, they run to see each other and it helps them get back to center.

In the Yoko Factor, they come together after a few failed attempts at navigating a post-breakup dynamic. They establish a new phase in their relationship, defined by understanding, respect, and friendship.

In Forever, Buffy needs someone to lean on after her mother’s death and Angel shows up for her, offering her a safe space to talk about her inner thoughts, which she often hesitates to share with anyone else, out of fear of being unable to shoulder her responsibilities if she allows herself to break down, because she has so much on her plate that she doesn’t know if she can put herself back together after. Having him there allowed her a moment to express her grief, her guilt, her fears, without having to worry about burdening him because he’s the only one she knows can shoulder those responsibilities as well as she can. I believe her when she says that she wouldn’t have been able to make it through the night without him and I believe that her breakthrough with Dawn at the end of the episode happened because of the relief that she got out of her night with Angel.

Angel also had just gone through a very dark period in his own life and was still trying to put the pieces back together with his people but he shows up because he knows how important Joyce was to Buffy and he knows that she needs him there by her side to help her get through this. I truly believe that that reunion centred him just as much as it did Buffy. His first act of kindness after his epiphany was showing up for the first person who had ever shown him kindness and the person who taught him that “Strong is fighting. It’s hard and it’s painful and it’s everyday. It’s what we have to do and we can do it together", a concept that he himself had just rediscovered when he realized that “If nothing we do matters then all that matters is what we do”.

And then their post resurrection meeting. We may not know what happened during that meeting, but we do know that they both dropped everything to see each other because Buffy died and Angel mourned and they both needed that touchstone after she came back because they’re still so important to each other.

Finally, we have End of days/Chosen. This was the longest period of time they had gone without seeing each other, almost 2 years. During that time apart, they had both gone through some pretty horrifying things, so it was only right that they come together after to center themselves. This reunion actually makes so much sense, contrary to what people might say. Angel had just given up his son, his friend was in a coma and he had just signed up to run an evil law firm. But he still went to Sunnydale to help Buffy. He went back to do the one thing he knows how to do best: fight by her side, shoulder to shoulder. He put all of his issues aside for a moment and went back to the feeling that Buffy has always brought out in him: inspiration and hope. As for Buffy, she has the weight of the world on her shoulders once again in the fight against The First but when Angel arrives we see her light up for the first time in a long time. She laughs and quips. She talks about her inner thoughts and feelings in ways she hasn’t talked about in a very long time. We find out more about her feelings for Sp*ke, her feelings about herself and her future from her one conversation with Angel than any of the conservations she’s had with her friends and family. He’s always been THAT person for her and that has never changed.

I just believe that at the end of the day, these are two people whose bond is a vital part of who they are, whether they’re together or apart. So it’s really not surprising to me that they would pick up where they left off every time they come together again and that they would be each other’s touchstone over the years, even when their lives couldn’t be more separate, they always somehow find their way back to each other.

#anyway this is just a really long way to say that I love them a lot #I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings OK #otp: how’s forever?#bangel #buffy x angel

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oveliagirlhaditright · 1 year

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You know what Angel/Bangel moment that I feel deserves more attention than it gets?

When Angel tells Buffy that "it's not that simple" (a.k.a. she really can't just quit) when she wants to stop being the Slayer, upon finding out she's apparently fated to die when fighting the Master.

At the time, Buffy was upset to hear that Angel and Giles were shutting her ideas of wanting to quit down. And I definitely understand that. Don't get me wrong.

But I feel like later, when Buffy realizes that she does have to face the Master--and finds the strength to do so (or moreover, after she does die, but comes back to life and is able to defeat him--I feel like there's a chance she could look back on those words as kind of heroic: a little bit like her own, "strong is fighting. It's hard, and it's painful, and it's everyday. But it's what we have to do" ones, maybe.

But I remember Buffyverse YouTube user "Buffyngton Post" once saying that he felt that Buffy wanted to be Angel, Angel wanted to be Buffy and Spike also wanted to be Buffy, and I definitely feel there's some truth to that (like, I definitely think Buffy does see Angel as her hero in a lot of ways). So perhaps this was a moment that Buffy, later on, thought that Angel was admirable during (especially for season 1 Angel here, who's still learning). In basically saying, "No, one can't just quit when the going gets rough."

I don't know... I, personally could just see it inspiring Buffy some. And, like, in amvs about Buffy and how all the characters encouraged her to become who she is, I feel like this moment could be used more? Actually, I don't know if I've ever see that be used in one of those.

And I don't really know if I'm explaining this well at all. Hopefully I am. -shrugs-

#buffy the vampire slayer #bangel #i've been thinking about this for a while #why i've finally decided to post about it on a day where i haven't slept (and probably making zero sense) is beyond me. but here i am

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justadudetryingtobeahero · 9 months

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“Are you guys ready?”

“Huh? Ready for what?”

“To save the fucking world. One person at a time.”

I used to be the guy that said shit like this all the time at work. Reminding people that we get to work, we don’t have to. Self love was the woven into everything I did because I found it to be the most useful philosophy propelling me to where I wanted to go — feeling free, doing what I wanted everyday, plenty of time for self care, physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. I did massage therapy at the top clinic in SF, but subtly integrated coaching around nutrition, mindset, sleep, and movement into everybody I worked with.

Then COVID happens. The clinic closes and my first thought it, ‘Fuck yeah, the world is forcing me to do what I’ve always dreamed of, switching my practice to be fully remote so I can travel and surf and teach people all over the world all the stuff I’ve learned over the past decade helping people get out of pain.’

But first, I deserve a little break. I’ve been grinding hard for a solid 2 years. I can chill on unemployment for a bit and move in with my parents in SD while I build my new business. This fucking voice in my head destroyed me, literally.

I was no stranger to self sabotage, it was probably the only consistent trend through my life, creating an awesome life for myself and then finding a a way to blow it all up and start over.

I ended up “chilling” for 3 years. Draining all my savings. Letting all my self discipline fade into nothingness — no more workouts, no more meditating, no more cold showers, no more cooking healthy meals, no more working. Depressed as fuck, crippling social anxiety to the point where seeing my closest friends was terrifying — imagining how I’d answer the question “How are you?” felt exhausting. I’d either have to lie and put on a fake ass smile saying “Good dude, how are you?” Or I’d have to be honest and describe the dumpster fire of a life that I’d fallen into.

I felt useless, trapped, hopeless, and couldn’t see a way out. The only thing that seemed to make any sense was to end it all. The thought of an endless silence… fuck it sounded so nice that i found myself living in that silent, peaceful fantasy for weeks. So I start googling and it turns out google actually does a really good job of bombarding you with resources and stories designed to help get you out of the darkness when you search for anything related to practical suicide methods.

Something deep inside of me forces myself to read a few. Bullshit, bullshit, bullsh… god damnit. One finally hits. Something about neurology and mental loops we get trapped in, but have the power to get out of by focusing on something else. It gives me a flash of my old life, of the shit I used to tell people. I decide to fight the darkness the only way I can think, just hit a workout, unleash all this pent up sadness and anger and shame on the pull up bar.

5?!?! That’s all this useless fucking body can muster right now?! Fuck that. I can obsess over getting strong again. Another phrase i used to say comes to mind, “Getting back into working out is great. Sure you’re weak, but it takes barely any time at all to get a great training session in.”

Out comes the training journal. Buried in my closet in a box of my old stuff. I flip through it and look at my workouts from years ago, from when I was in peak form. More anger at myself starts brewing for letting my body slip into this weakened, soft state. Give it to this workout. Start over. You know the way.

A path emerges in my mind. Just get back in shape. One workout at a time. One meal at a time. One good night’s sleep at a time. One fucking day at a time, I will forge this meat suit into hardened steel again.

Deep down I know these thoughts aren’t the way to sustainable happiness, but it’s all I feel capable of right now, and I’ll take it.

The thing I learned to love about health is that when you fully commit to optimizing any facet of your own health, be it physical, mental, or emotional, the steps required to push it over the top bleed into every other facet to some degree. Like if you’re trying to get in shape and you want to do everything you can to get there, sure you must workout, but you also have to eat well, get good sleep, take care of yourself mentally so you don’t burn out etc. So all it really takes is that initial commitment, some form of burning desire (unfortunately it’s usually some form of intense suffering) that causes a shift inside yourself inducing a newfound commitment to growing in some way — in anyway, and soon enough everything is going to be trending upward, blasting the fuck off.

Just commit, we deserve it.

Somewhere I heard that the root of commitment was that you were chopping off all other possibilities, so the only way forward is whatever you’ve committed too. Regardless of the truth in it, I fucking love that. No other options make it stupidly simple.

A few months go by. We’re working out again. Meditating. Eating well. Starting everyday with water, sunlight, and movement. It doesn’t stick like it used to though. Everyday becomes a battle to the death between that god damn voice telling me it’s not worth it, to just chill, and my will to ignore it, to fight, to chop off all other options save the one that I know will move me forward.

A year goes by and I’m worn down. Exhausted again.

Why is this so hard. I remember it being easier this deep into the practices. I remember these habits becoming self perpetuating at this point.

Enter the final catalyst.

A beautiful woman, a devious minx, freshly out of long term relationship. Immediate, intense physical chemistry. I’ve been on this ride before. Time to strap in and prepare for take off. I know there’s a time bomb somewhere on this bitch, but I’ll find it, disarm it, and we’ll fly this ship into the stars.

Lmao. Silly hopeless romantic. All rocket ships blow up.

But why?

When I finally started hearing the detonation timer ticking down, frantically searching for my parachute, what I found was the final piece of the puzzle. It had literally been sitting right in front of me for years.

The mountains call to me. I decide to hit a solo backpacking trip. Pack my shit, unknowingly throw the last puzzle piece into my bag — an unread book that had been collecting dust for 5 years. Social media used to bombard me with all things self love and I used to listen, so why would I need to read a book titled, Love Yourself Like Your Life Depends On It?

Mountain climbed. Hammock setup next to jaw dropping alpine lake with snow capped peaks in behind it. The book gets cracked open, along with my soul, expecting nothing, and yet finding everything, again.

It felt like how I would imagine an eagle suddenly, immediately remembering how to fly would feel.

Of fucking course.

The deeper why beneath it all.

Love.

For myself.

6 hours of cycling between reading, crying, laughing, smiling, self love meditations, and experiencing the most intense feelings of gratitude I’ve ever felt, for Kamal fucking Ravikant.

This beautiful, courageous, vulnerable human hits me with a gripping, relatable story of his past, a practical solution to our problematic themes of the past, and finally a post-script that is the hardest hitting “It’s okay, we all fuck up and will continue to” metaphor of all time.

So here we are, two weeks later, magic dripping back into my life, habits starting to flow again.

There are still battles everyday, but I now remember to fight them with love and gentleness towards myself.

And you know what?

It’s getting a little easier everyday.

It gets harder sometimes too. When mental patterns of the past start losing their power, they elicit powerful responses to try to take it back.

But re-digging the mental groove of self love is starting to let life flow again. Flashes of effortlessness and deep feelings of knowing that this is the way, contain enough fuel to blast off this solo ship into the stars.

Hammering in healthy habits is great, useful, but searching in external sources for love and validation that is readily available within ourselves is a sure fire way to make life feel like an endless fight to the death, and eventually explode.

We got this.

#self love #self care #hero’s journey

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Our conditioning is literally the past that we carry everywhere we go. What about my narrative needs changing? My heart is so cold and disconnected, my mind runs rampage as my heart’s wire hangs out of my chest. The path to self love hurts and its massive to take responsibility for all this pain that we are constantly learning about everyday. The weight of my life feels heavy thats because my life is bleeding out loose ends and lack of direction. I’m afraid to let people in, and I never thought the day I would be ice cold was the day I realised that I need to speak freedom. The lies we tell ourselves to live a life being involved in the external and materialised society pulls ourselves away from clarity. The fight for survival is a crazy shift where we are constantly projecting pain and our inner world into the environment around us. A part of my fear of losing my freedom is the fear of being stuck in something that holds me back. The amount of time we dedicate into asserting ourselves into an environment that doesn’t align with our inner development. Its crazy the wheels are always turning yet we are so caught up in the world around us that we don’t know what we want. We disconnect due to lack of clarity and awareness. The path to healing is incredibly hard, and I fear losing my freedom. A part of me is given up when I don’t make decisions that align with my values. The truth is, true love is free and flows like water. I truly believe that, love is a constant study of ourselves and how we coexist our inner worlds to the external world. I know my mind is chaotic, a never ending chain of many thoughts. My heart and mind runs its own whirlpool of a race for my mind seeks to figure itself out. Living your own life is something we all struggle to do, yet the polarity of both extremities is our deep and genuine desire to keep moving forward with the best of intentions. Yet a lifetime of pain to digest for the souls bottomless pit of darkness. I know I hide in the shadows, my indecisiveness and vagueness is truthfully my insecurities of been seen in a way that feels out of reach. Not being able to recognise myself scares me, and why constantly searching for self love and acceptance is key to living my life unapologetically. I am grateful my profession has been a platform for spiritual growth and development. I must recognise that my healing has been deeply reflected by my challenges in the gym as well as my passion. I realise a part of me gets lost in the image of survival, to be suffocatingly strong all the time fills up a heart overweight and weak. For my empathy and emotional sensitives desire an expressive outlet of extension of self. I need to feel understood, mostly by myself. I have a lot of healing to do, there is a world of amazing people out there I could connect with. Yet I am stunned by the cycle of my own conditioning of pain. My cold heart is a byproduct of disappointment and pain. I feel the older we get, the less patience we have and I hope that we have the patience to love when needed for ourselves and others. For all the times I thought I understood what love was, there is something so painful about choosing yourself every single time. Setting boundaries with people and committing to your safety and security. That’s hard, I find this action to be misunderstood by many people, the conflict hurts me as I acknowledge that people make choices that is a projection of pain and control. Oh, how unaware we truly are to identify that love must be free to makes its choice on where to go in life. Love is a breath of fresh air, the tides of the waves and the roots in your garden. The freedom to coexist with your environment has been demonstrated by nature, for we are natural beings. Completely alienated from who, how and why we are/feel in this life time. The structural system to life pulls us away from our authenticity that freedom and growth truly feels lonely. For we desire to build a life of presence and fulfilment. Environment and survival - our humanness is constantly challenged by many paradoxes. Our systematic needs as a human is a very different fight for survival when our inner and external/materialistic world collides. We must coexist in a set of external rules for our inner world is unique to our own. The beauty of love and connection and how you can grow with your environment as you feel connected to your inner beliefs and remain present with emotions and reality. Emotional baggage is often carried everywhere we go, known as our conditioning. I acknowledge my lack of journalling and inner digging has resulted to spiritual disconnection. I know I have healing to do and my environment needs change. I will create space for more healing and connecting with my world.

#piscesbrain #mecuryaquarius

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synthetickitsune · 1 year

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Saw this and thought of an angsty soulmate!au (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Kanghyun and his s/o are bestfriends from diaper days. They've been inseparable since then so eventually their relationship blossomed into a romantic one as they grew up. But in this world, soulmates exit and you’ll be able to see a red sting attached on your pinkies once you interact with them for the first time. Sadly, they’re not each other’s soulmates if you base it on this. Still, they both thought what they had was much more special. Much stronger and real than destiny and fate. They always felt like god just forgot to tie the red strings on each of their pinkies before sending them down on earth because they really do have a special bond. Not until kanghyun met his soulmate. S/o noticed that he was drifting far from her despite being with him physically everyday. It turns out it was because of his soulmate who he couldn’t seem to ignore and get out of his mind. S/o now doesn't know if she should fight for her happiness... or his happiness. “Maybe we are soulmates, not just in the sense we want it to be. Hopefully in the next life?” T n T

Oh! this is not a request btw~ please feel free to write about this (and hurt me in every way possible) if it tingled something in your inspiration bank~ but if it didn’t, please don't feel the need to force yourself to write about it! Much love ♡

Oh, anon, I love you... What do you mean if it didn't - I love pain, this is just what I needed 🥲

(Tbh my first thought was immediately to sprinkle some hanahaki on top too because why not? Just imagine the shock (but not really) as the s/o starts coughing up the petals. It's just getting worse each day and it starts to hurt - but what's more painful: the actual, physical pain of the blossoms in s/o's chest or how easy it's to hide the condition from Hyungu in the rare and brief moments they spend together? At least the s/o can wonder about how to deal with the situations instead of how fate did them so wrong. And maybe Hyungu will once notice, and maybe it's going to be too late then to do anything, the s/o having procrastinated too much, unable to even consider no longer feelings anything towards Hyungu. Or maybe they get rid of the flowers and their feelings and they both spend the rest of their lives with their soulmates, only briefly passing each other on the street with pained smiles that don't meet their eyes and wondering what could've been ♡)

But I couldn't just not write anything about this, I really do love you~

“Maybe we are soulmates, not just in the sense we want it to be. Hopefully in the next life?”

You’re surprised by how steady and strong your voice sounds despite having screamed it raw in the previous couple days. You nudge the pebble at your feet with the tip of your shoe, anything just to avoid looking at him or your hands, kept behind your back, and your pinkie devoid of the red string that you know hangs from Hyungu’s.

His stammers of no-s barely register in your brain. They don’t matter anyway. What can they change? What can his feelings change in the face of destiny? And it’s not like they’re as strong as they used to be…

“Look at me,” he pleads, his body sagging as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. It’s like you’re children again. When you close your eyes and hold your breath, you can almost persuade yourself you’re five again and Hyungu’s pulled a little too hard on your hair without meaning to and ripped out a couple of them. Maybe you’re just still unaware that they’ll grow back and what’s breaking your heart is choosing between going bald and losing Hyungu. But you need to breathe. You need to see.

So you do, meeting his tearful gaze. You want to hold him, be held by him, and you know you can do that. Only it somehow doesn’t feel right, knowing he belongs to someone else on a much deeper, purer level. You don’t wanna taint that bond with your unrequited feelings.

“Don’t say that like it’s a goodbye,” his voice drops and you almost wish the wind would drown it out, “It’s a promise, right?”

He roughly rubs the tears away from his eyes and cheeks. You wish you could cry, you feel the tears burn in your eyes but they just won’t come out. It’d be more merciful if he stayed quiet. If he just stopped seeing you altogether. It’d hurt, but not as much as it hurt watching him first become distant, then go day, then days without seeing him. Or as much as it hurts now - waiting for him to make time for you, try to act like he always used to for a couple hours, and then disappear again. You squeeze your own hand.

“You’ve already abandoned me, Hyungu,” you say gently, and there’s no resentment, no anger, just resignation, “I know I can’t understand. It’s no one's fault, it’s just how things are meant to be. But it hurts.” You take a shaky breath before you continue.

“This is where I’m drawing a line. I can’t go on like this, not now,” you sigh. Maybe you were wrong about the crying? “Let’s meet again later - later. When we’re both more settled. When… If… you can be yourself without your soulmate, just for a while.”

He shakes his head, reaching for you and this time you’re too weak not to fall into his arms.

“I’d never abandon you,” he sniffs, “It’ll be just like when we had to go to different camps, right? Like when you had to go to stay with grandma for two weeks? When we meet, it’ll be like nothing changed. We’ll still be best friends and we’ll talk like we’ve never parted, right?”

You don’t want to hear the begging undertones in his voice. You don’t want the hope. You want him to be right.

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