#But after we sang Blue Skies my body just gave up or something

[astrandofgold]

take me as i am

chapter 6: fell in love in the only way i knew

Here it is, the latest chapter! It’s only been….forever? I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for so long because I wasn’t quite sure how to finish it off, but I finally figured it out. This one focuses on the sweet, with some minor suggestive content. The song I referenced is Q&A by Kishi Bashi, and I’m absolutely obsessed with it! Also, is it even a story about Higgs if there isn’t a part where he plays guitar? 😂

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A well-worn blanket, a pack of beers, and a guitar. That’s what was strapped onto Leo’s back. The guitar was awkward, but she’d be damned if she hadn’t carried worse cargo. And besides, Higgs had promised her, with a chuckle, that he’d play for her if she managed to carry it all the way to their destination, of which, was now within view of the two former porters. Out of the corner of her eye, Leo caught Higgs giving her a side glance, smirking. She rolled her eyes, flipped him off, and grinned, trekking forward.

Higgs had to hand it to Leo, the girl had some real grit. It was one of the many reasons why he was smitten with her. She reminded him of himself, and she carried that spark in her that he had misplaced long ago. Higgs mused to himself, thinking about how she was helping him find that spark again. Life had a funny way of placing into his hands the very thing he never dared to dream would come into his life. He could still see his daddy sneering down at him, telling him all the lies that shattered his young child’s heart. The scars still remained, littering his body like constellations. Each one formed the story of a boy wincing at the sound of a cracking belt, a boy covering his face with his arms as tears silently fell, a boy tending to burn marks in the cover of the night. A boy that grew up believing he was as ugly and worthless as his daddy was.

Despite that, Higgs was starting to come around on the concept that maybe he wasn’t as ugly of a person as he was led to believe. If it were true, then why the hell would Leo be with him? Maybe she was batshit crazy to be with him, the thought had crossed his mind more than a few times. But regardless, he was happy that she chose to stick with him. He remembered the night that he finally revealed his scars to Leo, she held him close, placing gentle kisses on each one, eyelashes glistening with fragments of tears. He didn’t know what she saw in him, but he definitely knew what he saw in her. As Leo coughed, Higgs was brought back to the present moment as he focused his attention and realized that Leo’s orange eyes were peering curiously into his own blues.

“What’re you thinking about, babe? You’ve been staring off like that ever since we passed the hot springs.” Higgs smiled gently in response, then chuckled. “I’m thinking about the fuckin’ food I’ve been carrying on my back for the last half hour. I’m starving!”

Leo scowled at him, teasingly smacking his toned upper arm.

“Dammit, Higgs, didn’t you eat right before we left? Where the hell do you store all that food?”

Higgs turned a mischievous eye to her as he patted her head, the height difference becoming strikingly apparent.

“Well, darlin’, you tell me where you think I store it all.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall.”

“And it’s not mine that you’re adorably short. I’m so glad we’ve had this conversation, but now I’m gonna eat something.”

“No, Higgs, just-just wait a second! Look, that’s the spot right there!”

Leo quickened her pace just a little, walking down the slight hill to a spot next to the riverbank. Small, white flowers grew in the lush grass, giving the area an aura of safety. This portion of the valley hadn’t seen timefall for quite some time, yet had a consistent supply of river water, which led to a unique ecosystem developing. Fauna had begun to return to the valley floor, birds chirped in the taller grass, and small deer ran in the woods where Homo Demens had once declared their base. Higgs still shuttered to think about his time there, as infrequent as it was. Surrounded by men who were just as delusional as he had been, who sought to bring about the same thing he had wanted. As he glanced over to the woods with the ghosts of his past, he let out a sigh of relief knowing that they hadn’t succeeded in their goals. He never would have been here with Leo, watching life return to the mountain base. It almost reflected his own healing, and he wryly smirked at the thought.

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The sun was setting as Leo and Higgs reveled at their picnic spread, the worn Bridges blanket hosting a multitude of food items. Higgs couldn’t even begin to figure out where Leo had sourced it all from. She stood there, hands on hips, grinning at the selection. She was resourceful, and Higgs knew that the local preppers gave her gifts on occasion, but some of the stuff was unheard of. Chocolate? Fresh fruit? Those words alone would have caused Mules to come running from across the region to have a go at claiming it as their own. A wave of satisfaction and pride spread throughout Higgs as he thought about his partner’s success, and the fact that she chose to share it with him. He knew he was one lucky bastard.

The meal consisted of attempts at trying to throw bits of food in each other’s mouths, a few delectable favorites hand fed to the other followed by laughter, and one episode of Leo rolling her eyes when Higgs blew right through an entire loaf of fresh bread that she had procured all the way from the Timefall Farm. The light in the sky changed from yellow to orange, and now bathed the valley in soft shades of lavender as mist slowly filled the basin. Leo gasped as the flicker of a firefly appeared near them, low to the grass, but unmistakable in its glow. One after the other appeared, and soon, Leo and Higgs were surrounded by a field of light. Higgs unwrapped his arms from where he had been holding Leo as they watched the light show, and leaned over to grab the unforgotten guitar from the case. He knew Leo had been waiting for this moment with much patience. Her bright eyes, made even more orange by the fireflies, flickered with anticipation.

“Now don’t get your hopes up. It’s been a long time since I’ve played one of these things, and, well…you never know.” Higgs messed with the tuning, strumming until he seemed satisfied, a peaceful smile washing over his face. Leo, despite his protestations, had always thought Higgs attractive. But now, here in his element, surrounded by the glow of the evening and hair falling over his face, with his blue eyes shining, she thought he was absolutely beautiful.

Higgs broke the silence with a hesitant strum, getting the feel for the strings, forming a melody. It was a full, warm sound, and reverberated in Leo’s heart. Higgs looked up at her as he played, beaming.

“It’s somethin’ I heard on the network the other day. I think you were humming to it, and it kinda reminded me of you.”

He continued playing, and Leo laid on her back, folding her hands underneath her head as she listened. The stars twinkled in the sky, something she would never take for granted after a lifetime of chiralium-filled skies.

“You are the answer to my question

You are my accomplice in a crime…”

Leo sat up and looked over at Higgs, a smile breaking out on her face as she processed that Higgs was singing to her. He was absolutely beaming as he sang, the happiest she had ever seen him.

“You are my wing woman and did I mention

We were together in another life?”

Higgs wasn’t one to vocally voice his emotions, Leo knew that. He showed them through actions, through caring touches, hands on the small of her back, fingers gently moving strands of hair, lips whispering on skin in the dark of the night. Leo was surprised when she felt drops fall on her arms. She hadn’t realized she was crying. Higgs looked up at her, eyes earnestly exploring her own. He held her gaze as he sang the next line.

“…in that dream, you probably were my wife.”

With a final strum, the notes gave way to the quiet noise of the night. Crickets chirped, wind gently caressed the two bodies, and the nearby stream bubbled. Higgs set the guitar down next to him on the blanket, and Leo could see he had a hint of blush on his cheeks. Leaning over, slowly and softly, Higgs reached out and caressed Leo’s face. Thumb running over her cheek, over her lips. He wanted to take in every bit of her that he could. Blue eyes met golden eyes, each hungrily taking the other’s features in. Higgs moved in closer until his nose brushed against hers, lips a breath away. Leo closed the distance, softly kissing him, brushing her fingers against his neck, then running them into his hair. He gave a hum of pleasure at the motion, and broke the kiss, only to rest his forehead against hers.

“Leo, I-I love you…I know I don’t say it much, but I do. I really fuckin’ do. You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and…I don’t deserve you. I just don’t—“ Leo cut him off with a finger to his lips, eyes brimming with tears.

“Higgs, please….please listen to me. I want you to know that every morning, you’re the first thing I think about. When I open my eyes, you’re the only thing I want to see. At night, I want the feeling of you holding me to be what stays with me as I fall asleep.” Leo couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as she earnestly gazed into his eyes, and she gave a laugh amidst them. “I want to live a thousand lifetimes with you by my side, and….I never want anyone to take your place. Higgs Monaghan, I love you. I fucking love you. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You are my everything.”

The next moment found Higgs and Leo tangled in one another, clothing rapidly abandoned. Tender hands grasping to bring the other closer still, lips writing their own unique love stories on skin. Hands running through hair, hands running down hips, hands staking claim on bodies that willingly offered. Passionate prayers left Higgs’ lips and spread to the sky, prayers offered up at the alter of Leo’s body. Higgs was by no means religious, but at that moment, he found god in the form of the woman gasping his name from underneath him.

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Lying under the stars with nothing between them and the balmy night air, the two wrapped up in the blanket. Leo rested her head in the crook of Higgs’ shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, placing his chin on the top of her head. The night was peaceful, and Leo had never felt safer than she did in Higgs’ embrace. The rise and fall of his chest, rhythmic and soothing, quickly lulled her to sleep. As he lie there, drowsily watching the stars twinkle and absentmindedly rubbing Leo’s shoulder, he thought about how his life led him to this point. How this woman, making soft sighs as she slept, accepted him and loved him with an incredible fierceness, showing him a facet of life he had never known. In that moment, as night in the valley settled and he drifted off to sleep, Higgs knew that for the first time ever, he had a long life to look forward to.

#don’t look at me #i’m not crying #I AM NOT CRYING #Higgs x Leo #higgs monaghan #death stranding #death stranding fanfic #slight smut #My writing #death stranding oc #take me as i am #Leo x Higgs

[reddeux]

Ghost Choir

OVERVIEW: A game of Dare or Dare had you confessing all of a sudden and the turnout is not what you expected at all.

PAIRING: Tokoyami Fumikage x Reader!

A/N: Song used is titled “Ghost Choir” made by Louie Zong and the lyrics are created by Sage. On another note, I also started posting my short stories on Wattpad. Check it out there. Wattpad name is on my Bio. Hope you enjoy! (Also, thank you for 15 followers! 🥰)

“No.“

“Come on, Y/N. It will be fun!“ Mina began tugging on your sleeves with big pleading eyes

“The last time you said that we were chased by Bakugou for pranking him in his very room. My ghosts are all traumatized because of that.“ You said with arms crossed while leaning at your door frame

“We won’t be doing any more pranks, I promise. We’re just gonna play a simple game. With all the girls.“ Mina said with her hands folded in front of her face

“Please, Y/N! Girls Game Time is not complete without you in it.“ She added

You raised an eyebrow at her and you can feel your 5 fluffy little ghosts landing on your shoulders and head. 

They patted you with their stubby little hands as if indicating that they want to play whatever it is. They floated in front of you and gave you their sweetest and cutest pleading stances.

“You guys, really wanna play?“

The floating marshmallows all nodded their heads and you just gave out a defeated sigh.

“Fine, we go play with Mina and the others.“ You said and the fluffies all made happy chirping noises and did a little happy dance

Mina also did a little happy dance and she gathered the ghosts in her arms.

“Yey, thank you Y/N! I’ll go on ahead and take the fluffies with me. Follow when you’re ready!“ She said and already ran towards the elevator even before you can something with your ghosts tucked in her arms

You sighed again and just shook your head before walking into your room. You cleaned the books and magazines scattered on your bed since you were busy studying before Mina knocked on your door. You also vacuumed a few cookie crumbs on the floor and threw their wrappers in the trash. Don’t want those ants crawling all over your room now, right?

When you deemed that your room is tidy enough, you went out and made your way towards the common room where you see the rest of the girls and your ghosts on their laps. You smiled at the sight and you sat down beside Momo on the floor and Mina stood up from where she sat.

"Welcome ladies to our weekly Girl’s Game Time!” Mina said like she’s some kind of game show host

“I am tonight’s hostess, Ashido Mina. And tonight, we will be playing a round of Dare or Dare!“ She added energetically that caused all of you to giggle

“I’m sure all of you know how to play this game since none of you live under a rock.“ She added and sat down on the floor with the rest of you

A collective yeses were heard but all of you kinda stopped when you heard a familiar yet very unwanted voice.

“What are you doing here, Trash Grape?” You asked with venom in your voice

“What? Is it bad to want to join in on the fun?“ Mineta cheekily said as he sat behind Asui and Ochacko

“You do realize this is an allgirls gathering, right?“ Jiro asked

But even before Mineta can answer, you took the ghost on Momo’s lap and whispered something in it.

“Ballerina Dentata.“

You then chucked the ghost towards Mineta as it transforms into the lamprey ballerina from one of your weirdly favorite movies, Cabin in the Woods. Mineta gave a very high pitched scream as he scrambled to get up and run away from the ghost that is chasing him around until he disappeared into the elevator.

The girls gave a sigh of relief as your ghost returned to you, now on its fluffy form, and landed right on your lap.

“Good Floof.“ You said and nuzzled the ghost

“Okay! Now that that’s done. Let the games begin!“ Mina said and your game did commence

It was a fun game that resulted in numerous laughs, embarrassments, and a near fight between you and Hagakure on what is the best Romantic Comedy movie of all time. 

When it was your turn to do the dare, it was Momo who will tell you what to do.

“Y/N-san, I dare you to sing to the first person who comes out of the elevator.“ Momo said and pointed at the elevator

A collection of ooohhs can be heard and giggles followed after. You shake your head a gave Momo a playful glare. She knows that you love singing. But the downside is, you hate singing in front of an audience. Even if it is just one person, you still hate it.

“I have no choice do I?“ You asked and stood up from the floor

“Well you can always do our all-time dare which is to confess to Tokoyami.“ Mina said and wiggled her eyebrows

They knowing that you have a serious infatuation with the Dark Lord of 1-A really has it’s downside. Especially with Mina and Hagakure. Boy, you having a crush will always be a topic during sleepovers.

“Yeah, like I will do that. I don’t wanna embarrass myself in front of my King.“ You said and stretched your body

“I bet he will appreciate it you calling him his King. Why don’t you just try it, don’t be a chicken.“ Jiro said while wearing a bunny ear headband as part of her dare

You just gave her an unsure look then all of your attention went towards the elevator when it dinged. Literally, all the girls piled behind you in anticipation to see who will be the victim of your dare. They were all excited, while you were dreading this moment and sweating bullets. It’s also not helping that your ghosts are hovering above your heads cheerfully.

The second the elevator door opened revealing the person, you just muttered an ‘Oh hell no’ while the other girls screamed in delight and were jumping up and down behind you like little kids.

“You all seem to be in high spirits.“ Tokoyami said as he stepped out of the elevator with Midoriya, Shoji, and Iida in tow

“Oh my fudging enamel pins.“ You said as you looked at the girls with a playful glare

“Holy macaroni, this is gold!“ Hagakure said and quickly ran towards the boys

“Perfect timing guys. Tokoyami, can you please join us for a few minutes. Only a few minutes.“ She said a little to eagerly and made him sit on the sofa

Tokoyami is somewhat confused abwhat is happening especially since he can see the girls pushing you in front of him but you struggling to be at the back.

“Do the dare now. It’s only natural.” Tsuyu said in a hushed voice

“But I don’t know what to sing.“ You whisper shouted while still being shoved by the girls

Your ghosts get to seem to be confused too as to why their master is being shoved by the other girls and also why your face is so red. But when they heard the word ‘song’, they got excited and floated in front of Tokoyami.

“Why hello, little ones.“ He said and the ghosts began to sing

Oooo oooo ooo love Oooo oooo love Oooo oooo love My darlin' baby I'm floating in wistful bliss Won't you come love on me darlin'?

You looked behind you to see your fluffy little ones singing the first verse of your original song to Tokoyami. You felt a push behind you and you just sang for the heck of it.

Y: Oh honey, won't you come around?

T:  I'll come around

Your eyes bulged in shock when Tokoyami answered. He knew your song? Later, you’ll have to ask him about it, for now, let’s sing.

Y: Do you play me for a fool? T: So into you. 

Tokoyami stood up from the sofa and approached you. He took your hand and kissed it. Y: Will you be there? T: I will be there Y: Will you need me? T: Like I need air. Y: ...Lovin' me? T: Lovin' you. Y: Still, I'm blue... T: Only blue skies 

Both of you began slow dancing with a few twirls that Tokoyami made you do and everyone watching you is either smiling wide, taking a video, or squealing in delight at the show. (Ghosts Ad Nauseum) When I'm with you My love is so true One look in your eyes Like stars in the sky Y: I lose my mind my mind my mind my mind Our love is so sweet Ghosts: Like the moon and the sea T: I'll see you in my dreams until we meet again, goodnight

At the end of the song, your foreheads are against each other and both of you are looking into each other’s eyes. Tokoyami has his hands on your waist while your hands are holding his shoulders.

You were the one who broke eye contact first by laughing genuinely and engulfing him in a hug. You heard him do his deep chuckle as he returned your hug and spun you around. The other spectators are clapping happily and some of them even continued taking pictures and sending them to your class group chat. 

Tokoyami then leaned towards you whispering something.

“My Queen.“

You felt your face burst hot and you snuggled your face in his chest.

“My King.“

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[hawksmagnolia]

The Depths (Pt. 1)

Drunk Drabble prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club

Request by: @marvelgirl7

Summary: Because even a super soldier needs saving sometimes. 

Who: Bucky Barnes x mermaid reader

Word count: 2,341

Warnings: Swearing

Authors Note: So, this little drabble prompt has grown into a three part monster. Parts 2 & 3 will coming in the next week or so. I hope you like it Lacy- love your face! -xo- Allie Don’t forget to leave me feedback!

The Depths part 1: The Cold Brine

“Be a

mermaid

who doesn’t settle

for making a

small splash.”

   -Amanda Lovelace

I was born with fins.

No one was truly surprised. My mother liked to say I was half sea and half storm, created when the siren fell in love with a Russian fisherman she found in a hurricane. I didn’t even learn to walk on the land until I was three after which I spent half my life on land, the other in the depths.

After my father died, something in me shattered, that all too human heart that beat in my chest. Being a halfling child, I was something rare, belonging to neither world but after I lost my ties to land I refused to live only in the brine depths with my mother’s people. I made a promise to the ocean lords that I would save as many others as I could so that his spirit would find rest and not be trapped within the seas for eternity. I refused to drag men down, to sing them to eternal sleep in the dark cold silence.

I was not quite sea, not quite a storm. So I made my choice, I chose to save lives.

During the winter months, I would circle deep beneath the vessels, dodging their cages of rope and metal, the ones they used to catch the ocean’s harvest of crabs, gently urging the crustaceans into them. I did this to help the fishermen fill the steel bellies of their ships before the winter storms could grow into full strength behemoths capable of dragging men to their watery graves in the arms of the sirens.

Sirens are often called the monsters of the deep, but they are wrong. The storms are far more dangerous than I could ever be. The storms provide men like a buffet of lost souls to the creatures of the tides.

And then one day, the Americans came.

Their ships were smaller, faster than my country’s ships. Their crews laughed and sang as they worked, sounds unfamiliar on these waters.

They would work on the invisible lines that divided the ocean as if the currents obeyed any man. I was fascinated by them, I would watch them from beneath the surface, my enhanced hearing not hindered by the waves.

For six seasons I watched them. Every spring I would venture to their ports, where I would see them offload their bounty. The selkies, hostile at first until they realized I was not there to steal their lands, then welcomed me. They taught me the language of these men, how to blend into the locals. I would borrow their human guises, the sun touched skin, the onyx of their hair and eyes. How to blunt my teeth and nails. A siren among selkies, I found a new home. They knew what it was like to live in two worlds.

In the seventh season, the winds changed and the hurricane came.

The storm slammed into the fleet, leaving nothing behind, dragging men and ship to the dark before anyone could even get to their little orange life rafts. The water was simply too cold for them to survive longer than a few precious moments even if they escaped the sinking ships. Two ships in two days and no survivors.

On the third day of the storm’s fury, I pushed myself to go farther than I normally did, swimming deep to escape the riotous waves and howling wind.

I couldn’t hear anything but the pressure above me increased, actually forcing me down. Something very large had hit the water. I shot through the currents, pushing hard as the ship rolled over once, twice, and finally settled on its side. When I broke above the waves, the small lifeboat was already in the water and men were scrambling into it. I dove again, checking the water for anyone who had slipped but found no one but I saw the little blinking box fall from the rubber boat. I knew it would call for help, the selkies had taught me about it. I grabbed it and turned it on, watching as the little balloon inflated and rose where I tied it to one of the ropes dangling from their raft. As I returned to the surface I saw the last two escaping but before I could feel any sense of relief another wave hit hard and unexpected and the final man shoved his partner in before he fell and was swallowed by the sea. The men began to shout but their safe haven was pushed away from their friend.

So I dove for him.

Most men panic and thrash. He seemed almost peaceful as he descended. His hair was long for a man, some of it has escaped his holder and was drifting about his handsome face.

I wondered what color his eyes were.

I grabbed his jacket, my claws cut through the waterproof material, and the clothes underneath to flesh, drawing blood. It was enough for his eyes to fly open and his mouth opened in a scream only audible to me.

His eyes were blue, the same color as the skies in Russia when the spring finally arrives. I know what he sees but I don’t know if he believes.

A spectre of the sea, solid white from my hair to my tail. My eyes reflect any light in the murky water, giving me better vision but also giving me an unnerving glow to my eyes. My nails are sharp, my fingers webbed to the second knuckle. My tail alone is over six feet long, heavily muscled, and ends in delicate wisp fins that look like a human bride’s veil. He can’t see but each of my teeth ends in a point.

Sirens are carnivores after all.

His hand grabbed my wrist, fingers encircling it. Not made of flesh, but of metal. With my free hand, I point to him and then point up. He stares at me and I start to wonder if his heart has given out in the cold but then he nods slowly. Leaving my wrist in his hand but releasing his clothing I shot towards the surface, dragging him behind me.

We broke through at a point away from the sinking vessel, far enough away to see it but not close enough to be pulled under with it.

He gasped and his teeth immediately began chattering. I snaked the end of my tail around him and pulled him closer. He swears but released my wrist as I sat him just below my hips as a mother would her child.

“Hold on to my waist.” I felt him tentatively wrap his metal arm around me so I grabbed both and pulled him closer, locking his fingers together. My body runs hot, sometimes too much so, but at that moment I was grateful for it. My body heat should keep him alive long enough to get him to safety.

His eyes bored into me. “You’re Russian.”

“Once, yes. Hold tight. This will not be easy.” I cut through the waves, slicing through the middle of them where the water was easiest to penetrate. I held him against me with one arm while using the other to create a tunnel for us to pass through. When the little raft bobbed into sight I gave a small sigh of relief. I could hear the thumping drone of the rescue helicopters so I knew they were near.

With a final push, I grabbed the outer rope and hauled us closer.

“Call them. I won’t leave until you’re inside but they cannot see me.”

His arms still tight around my waist, he called out for them to help him inside. I gently pried his fingers apart and slid him down to the middle of my tail so he could sit on it as his companions cried out in surprised joy as they began to haul him in. I slid myself back into the water, preparing to sink out of sight when his face reappeared and he grabbed my hand.

“Thank you. How..can…I see you again?”

Baffled, I stared at him. No man who has faced a siren in her natural state would ever want to see her again. But this was no ordinary man, he had survived in some of the hardest conditions known. I don’t speak, instead, I pull my knife from around my neck and I sliced through my hair, right where a perfect silvery pearl was threaded. He watched me, not even shivering anymore. I pressed the knotted strand and the pearl into his hand before I vanished beneath the churning water.

Bucky sat in the Coast Guard helicopter, an emergency blanket wrapped around his shoulders. The other crew members were almost giddy with the relief that they had all been rescued. He ran his thumb over the hank of ivory hair and the perfect pearl braided into it as his thoughts swirled.

He’d come to Alaska after seeing a show about fishermen on tv once he’d broken free from Hydra and left Captain America…Steve…on the banks of the river. Alaska seemed like the perfect place to hide.

And it had been. No one here really asked about anyone’s past. He used an old forgotten Hydra identity and claimed to be a war vet. At least the second part of true. No one cared about what you did, only what you could do. And he was more than capable than holding his own.

Everything had been fine until that night. The captain and crew, while friendly, also gave him much needed privacy and respectful distance. But that storm, it had been raging for days but had made an abrupt turn almost as if it was hunting their boat. Two others had already sunk, so his captain had made changes to ensure their safety. When the boat had flipped, they’d all been in their bunks. By the time it had settled on its side, the crew was scrambling into the life raft. But one rogue wave had struck the raft so he’d chosen to shove the younger man, the one with a baby at home, inside and let himself fall.

He had already decided to accept his fate when the pain cut through the numbing cold. When his eyes had opened, he thought he was hallucinating. Or that he was back in cyro, dreaming as the cold took him away.

But he’d never dreamed of a mermaid before. His memory may be completely fucked but he would have remembered that. She was like someone had turned moonlight into a deadly sea maiden.

Her face was sharp angles and big eyes that gleamed like opals but it gave her an otherworldly beauty. There was a certain exotic appeal to her features. Her tail was gleaming white and nothing like any artwork had portrayed, it alone was longer than he was tall. Her body was powerful, muscles tensing as she kept herself upright.

When her hand had grabbed him, claws had sliced straight through to his chest. He grabbed her wrist, convinced she was going for his heart but instead she pointed up. Her hands were actually quite delicate with sheer webbing between her fingers but tipped with deadly looking claws. He couldn’t take his eyes off her face but he nodded. She released his clothing, choosing instead to use his grip on her wrist to drag him to the surface. She was built for speed, several powerful strokes of her tail and they were above.

When his face broke through he gasped and the frigid air rushing into his lungs was a shock to his system. He began shaking, his enhanced body trying to keep him alive. Her tail had wrapped around his core, pulled him to her side. Bucky swore at both the cold and the sensation of her settling him below her hips on that powerful tail. He couldn’t help but notice that the air around them seemed still, that no waves broke over their faces and that her tail didn’t feel like fish scales but like more like a snakeskin.

“Hold onto my waist.” Bucky stared at her. Perfect English but her accent was pure Russian. He didn’t want to hurt her with his weapon of an arm so he gingerly slid it around her. She took his arms and locked the fingers together firmly. The heat was pouring off her body, soaking into him despite his wet clothing.

“You’re Russian.” Bucky noticed the delicate slits on her neck below her pointed ear. Gills, he thought. They were flat, almost sealed against the air.

She glanced at him with her pale jewel-colored eyes, the sclera almost black. “Once, yes. Hold tight. This will not be easy.” She wrapped a muscular arm around him as if she was carrying a baby. With one push, they were off. Water should have been dragging him away but instead, it was as if she was created a tunnel through the waves. When the life raft came into his view she slowed until she was able to grab one of the outer ropes.

“Call them. I won’t leave until you’re inside but they cannot see me.”

Bucky hesitated but called out, yelling for help.

She gently pried his fingers apart and shifted until he was resting near the end of her tail. Enough that he would be able to be pulled inside but still not seen. After he’d been hauled inside he turned back around and shoved his head through the unzipped flap.

“Wait!”

She turned back to him, her eyes curious.

He grabbed her hand, this time with his flesh hand. “Thank you. How..can…I see you again?”

Confusion softened her features and she hesitated before taking a knife made of what looked like an oyster shell from her neck and slicing the pearl and the hair holding it. She’d pressed it into his hand and then vanished from sight.

Bucky sighed and shifted again, making sure his glove was concealing his prosthetic. He shoved the prize deep in a pocket and leaned his head against the vibrating wall of the helicopter.

He needed a new plan.

@nano--raptor @cchellacat @eurynome827 @jobean12-blog @book-dragon-13 @aesthetical-bucky @marvelgirl7 @sallycanwait68 @buckys-broody-muffin @softpeachbarnes @godofplumsandthunder @azurika-writes @ikaris-whore @this-kitten-is-smitten @randomfandompenguin @bucky-plums-barnes @bugsbucky @littleredstarfish @emilylyoness @hailmary-yramliah​ @daughterofsteven​ @jewels2876​

#HBC drunk drabbles #HBC extended drbbles #Allie writes #Bucky Barnes #Mermaid AU #Not a Disney Princess #Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes imagine #Mermaid reader

[doc-pickles]

we’ll go your way

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @cicinicole-14!!!!! I really love that the way we show birthday love in the group chat is writing fics lmao. Anywaaaays I hope you enjoy this fic and of course hope you have a great day.

Alex, for once in all the years he’d lived there, was happy to see the rainy skies of Seattle. After staring at rows and rows of Iowa cornfields for the past week and a half the dark and gloomy skies above him were a welcome sight. He stared at the blur of buildings and street lights that passed outside the window of the cab he’d called, his anxious heart settling knowing that soon he’d be at home with his wife.

 Jo had called a few times in the time he’d been gone. It had been over a week since he’d left Seattle and he could tell that she was starting to get anxious. Her voicemails had become more frequent and her voice was on edge every time he listened to her speak. It wasn’t that he was avoiding her, it was that everything he had to say was too much to explain over the phone. The situation he’d walked into with his mom and siblings had been worse than he’d anticipated, prompting his silence and lack of an answer to Jo. Because he knew if he called his wife and heard her voice that he’d break down and he’d rather do that in the comfort of their home. 

 When the loft building finally came into view Alex practically jumped out of the cab. He paid the driver quickly and began to race upstairs, eager to see Jo again. Realizing that at half-past 10 she might be sleeping already, he slowed his pace as he got closer. With practiced ease, he slowly slid the metal door of the loft open, listening closely for any sign that Jo might still be awake.

 The only noise coming from inside was a soft melodic singing, the sound instantly enrapturing Alex as he stepped further into the home in search of his wife. When he finally found her, his heart skipped a beat at the sight before him. Jo stood with her back to him, tiny baby cuddled into her shoulder as she rocked back and forth gently trying to coax the little one to sleep. It didn’t seem to be working though since a pair of bright blue eyes stared up at him as his wife sang softly. 

 “A smell of wine and cheap perfume, for a smile they can share the night. It goes on and on, and on, and on,” Jo brought the baby down into her arms to stare at him, brows furrowed as she took in his wide-awake state. “I don’t know any nursery rhymes, sorry kid.”

 “You're a natural you know,” Jo spun around in shock at the sound of Alex’s voice behind her, eyes scanning him as he moved towards her and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Although I’m wondering why you have a baby here in the first place, you know we live in a death trap.”

 Jo stared at Alex for a second more before wrapping one arm around him and pressing herself into his side, a relieved breath leaving her as she took him in, “Oh my god, you’re here. I’ve been so worried about you.”

 “I’m fine, Iowa was just… a lot,” Alex pressed another kiss into Jo’s hair before looking at the baby in her arms, who was now fighting to keep his eyes open. “Seriously, who’s kid is this? This is a newborn, who the hell gave you their brand new baby?”

 A soft chuckle left Jo as Alex scooped the baby out of her arms, his hands dwarfing the infant as he pressed him close to his chest. The sight made Jo’s heart stutter, the baby instantly curling close to Alex, “He’s a Safe Haven baby, I just picked him up a few hours ago but I figured he could use some love before I took him to the hospital. And now that you’re back I can use you as an excuse, you know since you’re the baby expert and all.”

 “Well, he looks happy and healthy to me. And I guess I am the baby expert because he’s asleep,” Alex leaned down to kiss Jo on the lips, holding her close as he took a deep breath and relished in the feeling of being home. “I missed you.” “I missed you too. Everything okay back home,” Jo asked, eyes searching Alex’s. He didn’t reveal anything though, instead opting to press his free hand into her back and hold her close. “We can talk later, I gotta figure out what to do with this little one since we don’t have a crib around here.”

 “Grab the laundry basket,” Jo looked up at Alex in confusion at his statement, a laugh escaping him as he took in her expression. “I’m serious, I used to do it for Amber all the time. Just lay a pillow in the bottom and put him in. I’ll watch him and you can get some sleep.”

 Jo threw one last curious look over her shoulder at him before walking off to grab what he’d suggested. Alex turned his attention to the snoozing baby on his chest, the warm feeling radiating from the little body comforting his anxious mind. A quiet yawn left the little boy as he attempted to snuggle further into his chest, Alex’s heart stuttering at the sight. He’d held hundreds of babies over the years, but something about standing in the home that he and Jo had created together with a newborn resting against him made his heart swell.

 “One laundry basket bassinet, ready to go,” Jo held up the basket with a grin, eyeing Alex who hadn’t even attempted to pull his eyes off of the baby in his arms. “C’mon, pop him in so I can get a shower and some sleep, he hasn’t let me put him down all afternoon.”

 Alex finally looked up to Jo, a grin overtaking his face as he shook his head, “I’ll hold him a bit longer, you can go jump in the shower if you want. We’ll be fine out here.”

 Holding back her comment on Alex’s unwillingness to let the baby go, Jo pressed a kiss to her husband’s lips before heading into the bathroom. Alex settled himself onto the couch, one hand lazily stroking the infant’s back as his own eyes began to flutter shut.

 “You know, Jo had the same kinda start you’re getting and she’s still pretty badass,” Alex let a soft chuckle out, the vibrations of his chest prompting the baby to nestle further into him. “Probably shouldn’t be swearing around an infant. Whatever, I think you’ll be fine, little man. You’ll find someone who loves you very much.”

 His over exerted body didn’t take long to relax into the couch cushions, the weight of the baby on his chest lulling Alex into the most peaceful sleep he’d gotten in weeks. He let his mind wander as he drifted off, thoughts going to a place where laying on the couch with a sleeping baby was his everyday and not just something that happened by chance. 

 That’s where Jo found him half an hour later when she exited the bathroom, a small grin on her face as she knelt next to the couch. Her fingers gently threaded through Alex’s hair as she waited for him to wake up, tired eyes taking in the smirk on her face, “What’re you smiling about?”

 “Nothing, you just look good with a baby on your chest,” Jo pressed a quick kiss against Alex’s lips as he grinned at her. “I want one.”

 Alex’s brows furrowed as he looked to Jo, not understanding what exactly she was saying, “Want one what?”

 “A baby,” Jo utters the words as if they’re the most natural thing ever and Alex swears if there wasn’t a sleeping child on his chest he would’ve leapt up in surprise. “I want a baby. With you. I want to try for a baby.”

 Alex stared up at his wife for a moment, an expression of awe playing across his face as he took in what she had said to him. If he had things his way they would’ve had a baby as soon as they tied the knot, but he knew that he had to wait for Jo to be ready before they took that step. If he was honest with himself, he’d known for a long time that his wife was the person he wanted to start a family with. When he’d dropped his pants and jokingly asked her for a baby he had known for sure if she had said yes that it would’ve all worked out. Of course the two of them had been to hell and back since then, but now… Well now he could barely believe the words Jo was uttering.

 “Did I finally render you speechless,” Jo’s teasing tone and shining eyes snapped Alex out of his daze, one hand coming to pull her closer to him. “Is that a yes?”

 “It’s a hell yes,” Alex chuckled as Jo pressed her lips to his, both of them uncontrollably grinning when they pulled apart. “I really did miss you, I could’ve used you out there.” “Well I’m here now, we can talk about it later,” Jo reached for the baby in his arms, placing him in the makeshift bassinet before turning and settling herself on Alex’s lap. “I’d love to stay up all night with you and get some baby making practice in, but I’m exhausted and there’s a newborn in our laundry hamper that needs to be supervised.”

 “You go sleep, I slept the whole flight back,” Alex pulled Jo in for another kiss, his fingers threading through her hair as he tried to bring her closer to him. Pulling back with a grin, Jo placed one more kiss on his lips before untangling herself and heading towards their bed. “I love you.” “I love you too,” Jo settled herself under the covers, meeting Alex’s gaze once more. “And I’ll love all our children. Or at least one child…”

#nina writes #alex karev #jo karev #jo wilson #jo x alex #jolex #jolex fanfic #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy fanfic

[penguinwithitsarseonfire]

Gave Me the Blues and then Purple-Pink Skies

Part 1 | Part 2 (you’re here!) | Part 3 | Part 4

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 2,064

Warnings: Descriptions of an Earthquake (yes, another one, I know)

Summary: You and the Doctor enter the tunnel, but not is all as it seems. (I can’t write summaries to save my life I’m so sorry).

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reception on the first part (and my first reader insert ever!!) I really appreciate it! I hope you enjoy this one!

At the base of the tunnel, the music sang in the distant wind. It distracted you from whatever The Doctor said in response, and you didn’t notice the warm way she smiled at you, as if you’re happiness was the only thing she wanted to achieve.

The music drew you forward, and you took a couple of steps through the sand, stumbling slightly as you did so. “Exploring, right?” You said, turning back to The Doctor.

The Doctor gave you an odd look, her nose scrunched up as if she couldn’t quite work out what was completely going on. She nodded, squaring her shoulders and looking the tunnel dead on. “Yep, exploring. Let’s find out why you can hear music.”

It was difficult to tell from afar, but as you reached the mouth of the tunnel, you couldn’t help but notice just how dark it was inside. A small pit of dread settled into the base of your stomach.

The way the tunnel wound itself inside of the planet reminded you of Tarturas, a hole that just never ends. You took a deep breath, letting the excitement of discovery wash over you, because come on, it was a tunnel made of crystals.

You pulled out your phone as The Doctor stuck her hands into her pockets, fishing out her sonic. You flicked the torch on your phone on, and belatedly noticed that it wasn’t fully charged.

You hoped it would last however long the pair of you were inside the tunnel, you really didn’t want to have to rely on one light source. Beside you, The Doctor activated her screwdriver, the orange light casting a complementary glow with your phone, causing the crystals to shine.

Holding your phone in one hand, you ran your other hand over the crystal walls as you entered the tunnel. They felt surprisingly polished, with no jagged edges or any hint of a rough surface, and were pleasantly cool to the touch.

The ground below you was smooth, the sand making way to a red sort of dirt that reminded you of the land in cheesy western movies or the Australian Outback. It was solid under your feet, and you were grateful that you didn’t have to pull your way through thick sand anymore.

The Doctor was talking, she hadn’t really stopped since you had entered, which you were grateful for. Her voice was soothing, washing over you and keeping you grounded as the pair of you delved further into the tunnel, leaving the sunlight and heat behind you.

“It’s definitely a natural gemstone formation,” she was saying, and you realised that she was just as focused on the crystals as you were. “Looks a bit like sapphire, although I doubt that’s indigenous to this planet.”

An involuntary shiver ran down your spine, and you belatedly realised that inside the tunnel, the temperature had dramatically dropped. You curled your arms around your frame, rubbing your hands against your shoulders in a vain attempt to heat yourself up.

It was like walking through the cold produce aisle in the grocery store on a particularly warm day, it wasn’t cold enough for a jacket, but it still made goose-bumps raise on your arms in response.

It was strange, there was this unusual energy hanging in the tunnel. It was almost like you had stepped into another world (which was ironic considering the fact that you were literally on a different planet), like you were entering this ethereal plane upon invitation, rather than just genuine curiosity.

The Doctor could feel it too, and despite the small talk, you watched as she gazed down the length of the crystal tunnel as the pair of you walked, her eyes scanning them with a sort of intensity that you couldn’t quite name.

The path drew wider until it came to a small cavern, no bigger than your bedroom back on Earth, that forked off into six different paths.

You deflated a little bit. “Which one do we go down?” “Pick a number between one and ten, the first one that pops into your head.”

You tell her a number, more on instinct than anything else, then frown. “Wait, how come?” Her response was drowned out as a low growl came from the ground below your feet. Dread settled deep into your gut, it sounded just like the Earthquake earlier. Suddenly, the crystals began to shake, clacking against each other with a loud shrill that reminded you of glass repeatedly shattering.

“Doctor…” You said, apprehension laced in your voice.

The Doctor turned to you and pushed you into the tunnel that had the least amount of crystals, and you tumbled to the ground, pulling her down with you. Her body curled on top of you, acting like a human shield as the tunnel around you shook. Her body was warm against yours. You tried not to let it distract you.

There was another rumble and The Doctor gave out a yelp as some of the crystals above you began to splinter, collapsing to the ground around you. It was practically instinctual; you threw your arms over her head, a vain attempt to do what you could to shield her as dust began to dance in the air.

Perhaps it was because you were still winded from the blow to the floor, or perhaps it was because The Doctor was crouched over you and you couldn’t really see anything else except the top of her blonde head, but you were too disorientated to completely work out what was exactly going on.

It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, you had lost your phone in the tumble, and the sonic only provided so much light.

The noise was loud, there were shattering cracks all around you and the vibrations of the planet bore itself under your skin and into your bones. The dust stung your eyes and made your head throb.

It was like the onset of pollen in the beginning of Spring, but your body didn’t want to sneeze. You squeezed your eyes shut, clinging to The Doctor as she buried her head in the crook of your neck.

This Earthquake was shorter than last time, and before you could even begin to process the aching of your back or the dirt in your eyes, the shaking stopped.

You felt The Doctor pull herself off of your shoulder, and it was only then you opened your eyes cautiously, carefully blinking out whatever dust had settled in your eyelashes. In the glow of the screwdrivers soft orange light, you saw The Doctors face just a hair breadth away from yours.

Her hair gently settled on your cheek and the bridge of her nose almost touched yours. You gulped as her eyes met yours, and distantly you wondered if your heart had stopped.

“Are you alright?” She said, her voice soft, as if speaking any louder would break something.

“Um,” you said, intelligently. “I’m good.”

The Doctor shifted her head so she was looking above you, and frowned. “We’ve been caved in,” she said, but the volume of her voice was the same. “No choice but to take this path.”

“Oh,” you said, and you let the word hang in the air.

The Doctor turned back to look at you, her eyes flicked over your face quickly, probably assessing you for any damage. You tried not to squirm under her gaze, and cursed the heat you could feel pooling in your cheeks. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“Of course,” you said. “You always protect me Doctor.”

The gravity of what you said didn’t hit you until after you said it, and the silence that lay between you was as thick as the dust that surrounded you. The Doctors scrunched up her face slightly, as if you were a puzzle she had just solved.

She stuck her tongue out in concentration and you felt for sure that your heart really had stopped, as her gaze kept falling between your eyes and your lips.

The only sound was your intermingling breath, and if you concentrated hard enough, you could almost see how the fog you and she created danced with each other in the cold tunnel.

You began to hear the music again, softly, as if it didn’t want to disturb whatever this was. The voices felt warm, they felt safe, like they were part of you somehow. The moment stretched, the music, her warm arms shielding yours, the way you were reflected in each other’s eyes.

Above you, The Doctor was suddenly backlit by a blue light. Lined in its soft glow, with wild hair and a smudged face that still managed to have yellow sand on it, The Doctor almost seemed ethereal.

“Oh,” you breathed, tearing your eyes away from her because wait a hot second, there was a blue light coming from somewhere. “Doctor, look above us.” The blue crystals that littered the tunnel were aglow, bright in a way you couldn’t even begin to describe. It was almost like they were alive, like the light was pulsating from within them. It was like a dance, and the crystals were moving along with the distant music that you still couldn’t explain.

They sparkled in a different way than they had in the sun, the only comparison you could draw felt crude and undeserving of the crystals, but the only thing you could think of was the way light danced when your laptop was asleep but playing music.

It was life. It was life and light and this beautiful glow that existed in the crystals.

“Of course,” The Doctor said, pulling herself off of you and twirling around, pointing her sonic up at the roof of the tunnel, where the crystals glowed the brightest. “Can you hear the music right now?”

You sat up, rubbing your elbow belatedly as you stared at the sight around you. “Yeah, it’s not very loud though.”

The Doctor scrutinised the sonic, then looked up at you with a bright smile, the one that screamed I’ve-just-worked-it-all-out. “It’s a reactive manifestation of a 60gHz beat frequency harmony!” She said.

“It forms as a sympathetic resonance bonded on a quantum level with geodesic lattice structures, oh,” she cried out, and ran up to the nearest crystal, which was jagged and sticking out of the wall. “That’s why you can hear music and I can’t! It’s the crystals, they’re making the music!”

“English please, Doc.” You said and you looked at her with a soft smile, pulling yourself off of the floor and dusting some of the red dirt off of yourself.

“The Earthquakes weren’t an accident,” The Doctor explained, turning to you in excitement. “You must have a similar biology to whoever is native to this part of the planet,” she started doing that thing with her hands as she continued, that talking-with-her-hands thing you couldn’t quite describe but that she always did when she was excited.

“These crystals, they have a low sympathetic frequency – similar to telepathy but not quite, and they could read your presence here” she continued. “The crystals make music you can hear and draw you into the tunnel, and, once you’re completely silent and let yourself listen to the music, they light up!”

“Oh my god the crystals are a lighthouse,” You said, and then cringed at yourself internally.  

The Doctor grinned at you. “You’re completely brilliant,” she gushed. “You know that right, completely brilliant.”

You blushed, feeling the heat in your cheeks and down your neck, and grinned a wide, toothy grin. “Well, whatever I’ve done – because I’m not sure I’ve really done anything, I reckon I had a pretty good teacher,” you frowned then, your brain finally catching up to everything The Doctor had said. “Wait, if the Earthquakes were on purpose, why did the second one happen? We’re already in the tunnel.”

The Doctor hummed. “Hmm, I’m not sure. I hate not knowing – no, I love it, it means I get to learn something new, but I really don’t know. Maybe it was an aftershock? They might just occur later on this planet.”

“But either way we’re supposed to be in the tunnel.” You summarised.

“I think,” The Doctor said. “All we need to do is continue walking and we’ll reach the other side. Hopefully by then, the TARDIS will have realised that there’s nothing actually the matter and she’ll return.”

#the doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor imagine #13th doctor x reader #thirteenth doctor x reader #13th doctor #Doctor Who #DW

[raevenlywrites]

The Ties That Bind 13 of ???

I couldn’t settle after the oaths. I just couldn’t. The ground seemed to hum with power, and as much as I wanted to do my part to be agreeable, I could not focus on peace talks while my head sang with ancient resonance. I felt half-blinded by ghosts, though as Zane had said scent wasn’t the word, sight wasn’t right for what I was sensing either. It was as if my body was trying to inhabit a different life, moving through steps that were not my own. Something important to the Shardae magic had happened here, and under other circumstances I might have been intrigued, even followed where it led. But I could not focus on either it or Zane, so eventually I gave up on both and asked to return to the farmhouse. If Zane was disappointed to leave this place of such significance to his people--and apparently mine--he didn’t show it.

 I sent Karashan towards the serpiente lands and Raymond to the Lyssia farm, both looking out for the serpiene guards that would be coming to join Adelina and Zane. The rest of us walked with the serpiente, I in deference to their lack of wings, and my remaining guards split between ground and skies as was their formation when I was in the fields. So we had plenty of advanced warned when Raymond returned with news of a small army.

Army was too strong a word for the score of soldiers, but it was exactly the word for their intent. They had swarmed the Lyssia farm and set up a base--so that my mother and her branch of the Royal Flight could land in safety.

 The air in the farmhouse had shifted considerably. Where the Ladies Lyssia had been careful but relaxed around myself and Zane, they were positively on edge around my mother. Maybe the difference was the swarm of soldiers, but having felt exactly this way in my mother’s presence myself, I was fairly confident she was the cause.

 Power poured from her, responding to the emotions we usually kept so carefully leashed. It would take a song to give it concrete shape, but there were battle cries as well as lullabies in our body of hymns.

 I held to Zane’s hand tightly, partly to extend my shield of control to him, partly to keep my body firmly in line with whatever shot any soldier might take. I knew I couldn’t guard him from every angle, but this was the best I could do.

 My head still rang with power, distant echoes of that long forgotten memory we’d raised in the ruins. It wasn’t as blinding as it had been, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was walking in someone else’s footsteps. The wind seemed to whisper in the forgotten tounge as the wings of so many soldiers filled the skies. They circle like vultures, I thought, scenting death on the air. It served to fuel my determination. No more blood would be spilled. I had sworn it.

 So had Zane.

 We approached my mother hand in hand, her fury lashing out to reach us at the sight. I stood firm, bolstered by the power of my vows and Zane’s hand in mine. I wished I held Rei’s hand in the other, but I understood the man at my right needed to be free to react to whatever may happen. He would always be my soldier first and friend second. It saddened me to know that this war had taken him from me even as he walked beside me still. Raymond on his other side was another ghost, the memory of Vasili so strong in his presence here.

 I was filled with an overwhelming sense of having done this before, having faced down this queen before. Only her face kept swimming, the golden aura of her power going ghostly white, silvering with the patina of false memory. I shook it away, even as it cried out at being disregarded. I couldn’t untangle these ghosts right now. I needed to be present.

 “Shardae.”

 One word held the entirety of my mother’s displeasure. Question, condemnation, concern, command--my mother could get so much mileage out of so few syllables. I’d always wished for such clarity of purpose when I spoke, dreamed of the day I could address the Council or even a single General with such authority. But when I answered her now, I felt my voice cling on the way out, made small by something inside me that did not know how to be anything else.

 “Mother.”

 “We were most distressed at your letter,” she said, voice utterly void of emotion. It had all leeched into the power that was coursing and snapping around her. “Once we had actually received it.”

 Beside her, her closest guards flinched. Just a tightening around the eyes, but it was there. I wondered if standing that near to her was hurting them, or if they were recalling a fuller fury when she’d been given word that her daughter had acted outside her authority.

 It was such an odd dance between mother and me now. Something had gone out of her at Xavier’s pyre, burning away as completely as the body of her last son. She’d told me then that my time as queen had come. But then there were moments like this, or when she’d ordered us away from the Mistari camp, that her insistence she step down seemed so... empty. How was I supposed to lead our people without the backing of their current queen? We couldn’t survive a war on two fronts. We just couldn’t.

 “We appreciate your concern for Zane’s wellbeing,” I answered, deliberately misinterpreting her meaning. “As you can see, my healing--“

 “Danica, please.” Her words cut mine down, slicing through the sorry lie as cleanly as the paper it had been written on. “I don’t know why you felt the need to concoct such a ridiculous ruse. It’s idiocy is what had me tearing through field and forest looking for you. I’d thought it the work of traitors; I know my own daughter would never pen something so ridiculously and obviously false.”

 I felt my own anger try to rise, the urge to scream building in the back of my throat. This was why my speech always came out so small; if I gave it any rein at all, it would roar out of me, years of things unsaid pouring out in a vicious wave.

 Zane squeezed my hand, distracting me from my control. My eyes darted to him for only a second, but I thought I saw him smiling. Was it his arrogant mask, or was he trying to encourage me?

 I gave up trying to craft a delicate response. I simply spoke my mind.

 “Why is it so ridiculous, mother? Why is it so hard to believe that if I received word of someone in need of my aid that I could go to them? I sat with Gregory Cobriana even though there was no hope of saving him. Why then would I not sit with Zane Cobriana, if he asked me to come to him?”

 Zane’s hand tightened in mine again and I squeezed back, wishing I could give him a smile as well. But I had to keep my composure, both for appearances and for the sake of the power that danced so erratically in the air.

 “I was hurt, Nacola,” Zane said, startling us all. “My heart was sick with despair--“

 “How dare you!” a guard snapped, though whether it was at his lying to the queen or addressing her by her first name, I couldn’t say. Beside me, Zane said softly, “Adelina.”

 I dared to glance at his other side, where Adelina had slipped into that carefully ready pose. With a mad giddiness, I realized it could just as easily be the beginning of a dance as a fighting pose. My heart ached to see Maeve’s kin so ready to fight. Those white scales were the most beautiful in the firelight, dancing with hot reds and golds to compliment the cool blues and purples of my lady’s power--

 I shook my head, violently, trying to dispel these double visions. The power was too thick, I couldn’t breathe.

 “Enough,” I gasped, though it somehow rang through the space, even though I’d barely had breath to send it on its way. It rode on the eddies of power like a wing on the wind, going where the currents pulled it.

 “We should not fight like this,” I said, feeling the words as both my own and not. I gave up trying to dispel the power and just let it guide me. “I would not stand against you, mother of my heart, but neither will I stand with you in war.”

 My mother shivered, shimmering in the power that swirled thick between us. Its silver light snaked across her skin, forming almost patterns, almost letters--

 “You know I do not desire war,” she said, and again, the words sounded echoed, doubled back on themselves and twisting with whispers of wind. I clutched Zane’s hand tighter. I desperately needed its grounding, something solid and real to keep from falling to these ghosts. I had never seen such magic before--never seen any magic at all. But I had also never stood at the scar between my mother’s power and mine. Maybe that was the difference.

 “Then we have no reason to fight,” Zane said, startling us all. Her voice--his--was a misstep, a tiny dissonance in the building song.. But I felt the tide of it, and would not let it slip away. I had sworn to Emune and Raymond on this very ground that this war was ending. I called on that and the words Zane had just spoken to me in the ruins, and hoped they would be enough to shape whatever power we were weaving.

 This war was ending.

 “These hands are sworn to peace,” I said, feeling my words take us further from that ringing place where the ghosts of the past tried to swallow us down. “Kiesha’s kin has sworn to help me build a peace, and before two of my flight I did so swear that I would reign in peace.” It was an odd choice of words to call on Zane’s ancient ancestor, but it was too late to question the names of power I was drawing on. So much of magic was simply instinct, clinging to whatever ancestral knowledge still guided us.

 “So, mother,” I concluded, feeling the power condense as I prepared to hand it off, “will you leave peacefully, or will you have me foresworn?”

Or will you risk my words turn back on me, I added silently to myself, and have me never rule at all?

The air was thick, with power, with tension, with those spidery silver lines that seemed to be the weft of fate itself. I clutched at Zane’s hand in mine, and again was startled by the timber of his light tenor voice against the memory of richer alto that was supposed to go with those scales.

“And I as well. I have sworn to do no more harm save to defend myself, and as Arami of the serpiente that extends to all my people as well. I gave that oath to the heir of the Tuuli Thea, and will give it again when she becomes queen.” He squeezed my hand and gave me a wink, completely at odds with the serious nature of the moment. “Just to make sure it sticks,” he added wryly.

“Enough of this,” my mother said, sounding only like my mother once again. Zane’s wrongness seemed to shattered whatever contest of wills had been building between us--no doubt his intention. “Shardae, this is no place to conduct royal business. If you wish to treat with the serpiente prince further, can we at least move these discussions somewhere more secure?”

“Secure for you,” I heard Adelina mutter, and felt Zane’s spine stiffen. But she had a point.

“We had been intending to spend the week somewhere more neutral,” I said with forced lightness. “The rest of Zane’s guard are already on their way. So unless you intend to invite them all back to the Keep, I think Zane and I are good out here, thanks.”

My mother bristled. “You can hardly expect me to let you spend a week in the wilderness with a serpiente-- Andreios, speak some sense into her.”

I boggled at that. I’d expected her to order me, dismiss me, bodily drag me back to the Keep even. But to entreat Rei?

To my utter shock, Rei took my free hand.

“Until Danica declares me her pair bond, I can only speak as her guard. The Arami has sworn not to harm her. I don’t like it, but it’s not my place to forbid her from doing things I don’t like. I’m sorry, my queen, but your daughter is as headstrong as yourself. No one has ever been able to talk either of you into doing anything you don’t want to. Unless a fight breaks out and I am forced to bodily evacuate her, I don’t think there’s any appeal I can make that I have not already tried.”

Except for that one, I thought, understanding now why he’d taken my hand. The kiss in the ruins hadn’t changed anything for me, but apparently it had been all the go ahead Rei needed to declare himself my pair bond. It made me want to snatch my hand away, but as he’d also said, that was mostly stubbornness. I was grateful for his show of support, and felt powerful with both men on my side. Surely my mother would see now that the tide had indeed shifted, and it was time to let me rule as she kept saying I should.

 “So that’s it then,” she said more than asked. “I just return to the Keep and try to calm the tide of frantic people with the reassurance that you just want to take a little camping trip with the Arami of the serpiente?”

 “I don’t think Danica cares much for the idea of camping,” Zane said with his false cheer. “The woods didn’t seem to agree with her.” To me, he said more quietly, “If your people need you then you should return. We can continue our talks another time. There’s no need to lose what ground we’ve gained here today through stubbornness.”

 I bit back a sigh. “I don’t think you understand my mother. After this little stunt, I’ll be lucky to have only four guards on me at all times. There will be no getting away, and absolutely no way she’ll let you come to me.”

 “Is she queen here or you?” he shot back.

 Fair enough.

 “Prepare the court,” I finally answered her. “Let them know that once Arami Zane’s escort arrives, we will all be returning to the Keep to continue our talks.”

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[oswildin]

A Familiar Face ~ Dhawan!Master x F!Reader

Request: I have a request an I know you won’t be able to write it till later which is okay b/c I know you have a lot of awesome fics to write. The reader is an angle who’s traveled with the doctor since ten so she’s met the master before. She really likes to play the guitar and sing. so the gang asks her to sing a song (duringspyfall) and she sings I love you baby and it’s about the master and the master “O” figures is out and it’s all fluff an a tiny kiss if you can 🥺 ( @zelda2248 )

Warnings: None, just fluff

You’d been with the Doctor for years, travelling the universe in her blue box. You’d been there through thick and thin, and she was your family. She took you under her wing after she saved you from your planets destruction. Your planet was caught in a war, which inevitably led to its death. She was only able to save you. You were grateful of course, but a part of you always mourned for your people. The Doctor knew how that felt.

You were what the humans would call ‘an Angel’, but in your own words you were a Angelixcan, from the planet Angelixicain. Your people were myth to humans, used in religion, symbolised in religious places. You didn’t mind. In fact, it was flattering, and nice to know the humans knew of your existence, although incorrect.

You were all currently at O’s house, staying alert as you tried to figure out what was going on. You couldn’t help but glance over at O every now and again, feeling something off about him, but intriguing. One of your abilities was that you were able to tell when someone was lying. It was a blessing and a curse. You’d learnt to keep your mouth shut when it came to detecting a lie, unless it was in an important situation, otherwise it led to people get angry with you. Which you definitely didn’t like.

You could feel a lie radiating from O’s presence, and you couldn’t work out why. He felt familiar... Like someone you used to know...

Through your travels with the Doctor, you met a man called the Master. He wasn’t very nice. But he was also lost, power hungry, hurt. You tried to reason with him, but of course, he never listened. You also knew him as Missy. She was snarky, playful and didn’t seem to be as hurt as her previous incarnation. But still the same, in her own way. You and her became close. In fact, you had developed feelings for the Timelord. Whilst you had rocky beginnings, due to your ability, soon she warmed up to you, and realised you could see right through her deceit.

Everyone seemed to be getting bored as Yaz sighed, coming to sit beside you as she noticed your gaze at O.

“You got a crush?” She teased, nudging you gently. You felt your cheeks turn warm as you shook your head quickly.

“No.” You laughed lightly. “At least I don’t think so.” You furrowed your brows as she rolled her eyes.

“Still got a lot to teach you, don’t I?” She said as you smiled at her. “Hey, I know how you could get his attention.” She had a mischievous glint in her eye as she smirked.

Next thing you knew, you were being handed your guitar from inside the TARDIS as you looked questioningly at your friend. She raised a brow, a small smile on her lips.

“Hey guys, why doesn’t (Y/N) play us a song whilst we decide our next move?” Yaz offered as you went to protest, before the Doctor immediately grinned, nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh yes! Great idea Yaz! Love a bit of music!” She exclaimed like an excited child. “Gets the brain going!” She put her hands on her hips as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. You licked your lips nervously, as your eyes scanned the room. Your eyes eventually landed on O as he watched, looking amused? You cleared your throat as you placed your fingers in the correct position, beginning to strum softly.

“I love you baby...” You began, quietly as you hated the silence in the room. “And if it’s quite alright, I need you baby...” You sang slowly, almost mesmerising. “To warm my lonely nights, oh pretty baby...” Your gaze subconsciously moved towards O. “Trust in me when I say...”

You hadn’t realised you had been staring at O nearly the entire song, as everyone clapped, bringing you out of your trance as you pulled your gaze away, sending them a small smile.

“‘Ere, you should go on X Factor.” Graham commented as the others laughed.

“Na, Britain’s Got Talent, that’s where the money’s at.” Ryan argued as you rolled your eyes at their human antics.

You sat outside, watching the sun set as you took in the scenery. It was views like this that made you miss your home. You rested your chin on your knees as you wrapped your arms around them, keeping them close.

“Lovely voice.”

You flinched at the sudden voice, turning to see O stood over you. You gave him a small smile.

“Thank you.” You said softly. “You humans have some wonderful songs.” You told him. “And some rubbish ones too.” You teased as he nodded in agreement, before sitting beside you.

“Who taught you to play?” He asked, his voice soft as he looked over at you, studying your features.

“My mother.” You smiled at the memory. “She used to teach me all the melodies and hymns of my home.” Your smile faltered for a moment. “And after that, it came naturally.”

“What did your home look like?” He asked, before seeing the sadness in your eyes, as he retracted. “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude.” He said nervously as you gave him a reassuring glance.

“It was beautiful.” You told him. “The skies were pink, the grass was purple...” You told him fondly. “The people were kind, wonderful... Our Highers had such beautiful, pure white gowns and wore golden halos on their heads...” You reminisced as he almost smiled watching you talk so passionately about your planet. “But... Then the war came.” Your smile faded. “And soon the skies turned grey, the grass turned black, and the people... They weren’t the same.” You muttered, a sadness tugging at your heart. “I like to remember it how it used to be, before the war.”

“Bit like the Doctor, then.” He commented as you looked at him. “It’s good. To remember it when it was in its prime.” He said kindly as you nodded in agreement.

“You feel familiar.” You commented, as he gave you a blank stare. “I can’t explain it. But I feel like I know you...” He kept his face blank, as his eyes looked large and kind. He shrugged.

“Got one of those faces, I guess.” He suggested as you hummed in thought. Before you could register what was happening, he’d leant forwards, placing a soft kiss to your cheek as you felt your body turn warm. You felt the redness creeping up your neck, embarrassed as he gave you a small smile, before getting up and going back inside.

You knew him. You swore you did.

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[saintheartwing]

Undertales of Friendship: Befriend the Man Who Speaks in Hands

Whilst Princess Luna and Fluttershy had been checking in on Frisk, Alphys was checking in on the local school where Toriel and Undyne were teaching. With sunny skies casting soft rays of sunlight down onto the grassy fields around the red building, Alphys hung back, watching as Undyne the Mer-Woman did a few flexes of her scaly muscles, giving the kids a big, fanged grin. Her red ponytail flicked back and forth in the wind as Toriel stood nearby, paws clasped together as she stood by Ms. Cheerilee, Undyne holding up an arm and flexing. "Alright, lil' fillies! You know why you're here? Cuz it's gym class day and that means you get ME. And you know what we're gonna do?"

"No, but I got a feeling you're about to tell us." Diamond Tiara remarked, the pink-furred little filly cringing slightly as Undyne gave her a slight stink eye with her one good eye.

"You bet your flank I am! It's time for fifty laps around the school yard, hollering about how great we are!" The yellow-eyed monster proclaimed. "We're gonna!" She roared, flexing. "GET!" Another flex. "BUFF!"

"More like "fluff"." Diamond Tiara sighed as she looked down at her stubby little hooves, hanging her head as the other kids glanced at each other, then shrugged, deciding that hey, they like yelling! Why not?

"ROCK SOLID, BABY!" Undyne cried out dramatically, flexing her arms some more as the kids began running around the school yard, hair whipping through the air as the wind blew, the part-time gym teacher and part time royal-guard-member smiling in delight as Toriel giggled. "Ahhh. You were right, Tori. Nothing's more satisfying than leaving an impact on a child's life." She reasoned. "Especially when you can do that by bench-pressing them."

"I am amazed at how quickly you connected to them." Ms. Cheerilee said with a happy smile, nodding her head in agreement as Toriel nodded as well. "You're clearly a natural gym teacher."

"Well, it's my job as the current Head of Asgore's Royal Guard to decide what weenies get into the guard. Drilling them into shape! Kicking butt, taking names! The louder I yell, the more they'll learn!" She laughed. "Well, actually, it's really about the stick." She said, wagging a clawed finger in the air. "I'm a very carrot and stick approach...though mostly 80% stick."

"When do you use the carrot?" Cheerilee inquired.

"When I'm cooking, of course." Undyne remarked cheerily. "Nah, I'm almost all stick there too! I use the carrot when I can tell a student isn't ready for the full treatment. Papyrus used to get the carrot a lot." She added with a sigh. "He was just too...nice...to be in the royal guard. But now it's good to see that he's unlocked his full potential by focusing his gifts! Now..." Undyne struck a pose. "To go join the kids! Hup hup hup!" She took off running, Toriel giggling a little as she and Cheerilee turned, seeing Alphys slightly hiding behind a nearby bush.

"Oh, Alphys, why are you hiding?"

"Sorry. Force of habit." The yellow-scaled, dinosaur-esque monster nervously remarked with a small smile. "I'll go talk to her after she's done. But I also wanted to see you too, Ms. Toriel. How have you been?"

"I've thoroughly enjoyed teaching here for the ponies in Equestria." Toriel admitted with a big smile. "It's always heartening to see others willing to learn what I have to impart, and I've worked out an exhaustive curriculum with Cheerilee. Tomorrow the children will be learning about mathematics. Tragically, many of them find it boring, so I devised a way to get them interested."

"How?"

Toriel whipped out a basket of scones, grinning from fuzzy ear to fuzzy ear, Cheerilee clasping her hooves together in delight. "I have about...thirty scones. I think it's a simple matter of division and subtraction! With the end result naturally becoming zero." She laughed, Alphys smiling in agreement as Cheerilee trotted off to go join Undyne in the laps. It was FUN to run around, hooting about how great you were. However, the good times were soon over as a very-serious-looking Princess Luna descended from the skies, Fluttershy by her side as they quickly raced over to Alphys, Toriel staring in surprise. "Oh! Your majesty."

"Your majesty." Princess Luna responded in turn with a calm nod back.

"Oh, I'm not the queen anymore." Toriel remarked with a shake of her head. "Those days are behind me, I believe. But you look as though you've seen a ghost. Whatever is the matter?"

Fluttershy tapped her hooves together, head slightly bowed, pink mane sloughed down. "Um...we think that an imposter Sans has kidnapped Frisk!" She managed to blurt out.

"We worried it might be a changeling, but changeling magic is a distinctly sickening green color, and this was a deep, royal blue that we saw the imposter using to lift Frisk up." Princess Luna added, Toriel having dropped the basket of scones as they scattered all about the floor, the words "Kidnapped Frisk" making her mouth hang open so wide you could have fit a beach ball into it. Alphys began quivering, almost having a panic attack as Princess Luna continued, sweat dribbling down Alphys's brow as the words "Magic" and "Royal blue" began to echo in her mind. "Is there a monster that can imitate people's appearance-"

"Royal Blue Magic?" Alphys whispered out, eyes going wider and wider.

She could hear the music echoing out from the room, and walked down the long, dark green hallway. A guitar was playing a fairly simple, and very iconic chord, an all-too-familiar voice echoing out through the laboratory as she got closer and closer. Pushing open the set of double doors ever-so-slightly, Alphys peeked inside, an enormous bony mass rising up higher and higher, growing larger and larger as pieces were added to it, all suspended in a royal blue aura of pure, raw power.

Her dear friend was playing away at the grey guitar, a red headband around his head twisting about as he played harder and harder, the chords now joined with riffs, the song getting progressively more metal. The bony pieces began to form into a more definite shape, that of a gigantic, huge skull that was very bestial in design, almost draconic in its visage as he sang loudly and proudly, a look of clear joy on his bony face. A black line rose up from his right eye, going up his skull whilst another line rose down from his left eye, down to his mouth as he toothily grinned.

"And the science gets done, and you make a neat gun for the people who are still aliiiiiive!" W.D Gaster sang out. "GASTER." Alphys realized, Toriel's body stiffening as her eyes widened as well, Alphys's claws flying to her cheeks. "Oh my God oh my God oh my God!"

"Gaster...Sans, the real Sans, mentioned him. He was their brother, the former Royal Scientist, correct? We heard he was scattered across time and space." Fluttershy asked, clearly confused as she tilted her head to the side, Princess Luna looking from Toriel to Alphys as Alphys adjusted her glasses.

"Yes, Gaster was the former royal scientist before me, and Sans and I both worked alongside him. He was brilliant, REALLY brilliant! Also kind of a goof sometimes. Guess it runs in the family." The dinosaur-esque monster sighed. "And yeah, he used to be with us until he fell into his machine, a device we had made to time travel. We wanted to use it to go back in time and prevent the Monster/Human War from ever happening, but there was an accident and he got scattered. But royal blue magic...nobody else could lift people but Sans and Paps, let alone have magic tinted like that!"

"I cannot believe I just...forgot about him." Toriel murmured. "He was so dear to us, especially before the War."

"What was life like before the war?" Princess Luna inquired, Toriel now looking very, VERY guiltily down.

"Well, er...Asgore's father had...that is, Dr. Gaster was the Royal Scientist for HIM to, and was asked to study human souls and prove whether the old legend we'd had passed down from our ancestors was true. He wanted to learn if monsters could absorb souls. Before it wasn't something we knew we could really do, it was just a myth to us, but then-" Toriel flinched.

"Ohhhh." Princess Luna cringed at the implication. "Oh MY."

"How...how did he remove the souls?" Fluttershy asked.

Silence from the two monsters as they quietly and nervously looked away, Princess Luna sighing sadly. "I shall not judge you. I did awful things myself when I allowed resentment and hatred into my heart and became Night Mare Moon. I almost caused 1000 years of darkness and doomed all of Equestria. We've all done things we regret and wish we could take back."

"Indeed, we have." Toriel quietly sighed. "But I cannot let Gaster harm my child. Do you know where he took him?" She asked.

"Not exactly..." Fluttershy quietly admitted as she bit her lip. "But we thought we could ask you two, see if you knew anything about him that could help us learn about where he might go."

"If you truly were his friend for so long, he might try to reach out to you, would he not?" Princess Luna asked of Alphys as she nodded, slightly wringing her hands. "And if so...I have a plan."

...

...

...

... "Sans" approached Alphys as she sat on a bench in the park, sipping on some soda, trying not to look worked up as he sat down next to her. "heya, Alphys. how's it hangin'?"

"Oh, I'm fine! How are you?" She asked in her slightly nasally voice, cringing a bit.

"...fine myself."

"Fine, fine. It's good that you're fine."

"yeeeep." "Yes, we're both feeling fine. It's fine to feel fine isn't."

"yes, it's...it's fine."

"Yes, we're both feeling fine! Yep! Both! Feeling! Fine!" Alphys said with a big smile, quivering slightly as "Sans" calmly waited. One...two...

"GAAAAH!" She groaned out, hanging her head. "I feel sick!"

"you think I can't tell when you're lying to me?" Gaster's voice rang out from Sans's form. "Alphys, come with me. You can have it done willingly or by force. Your choice."

"Just tell me where Frisk is." Alphys mumbled softly, head bowed as "Sans" took her shoulder and patted it.

"I haven't harmed him, I assure you. Now..."

A blink, a woosh, shooting through a tunnel of stars...and then, there they were, in Princess Luna and Celestia's old castle, Gaster now in his true form as he waltzed over to the sleeping Frisk, who was lying down on a nearby table as he gestured at the boy. "I've got both Papyrus and Sans within me, their entire being helping to constitute myself. With you and the human, all the pieces of me will be complete. I'll no longer be a shell of myself, Alphys. Can you understand how lonely it feels, just helpless, barely able to do anything but...watch? Watch as everyone forgets about you, and all that you did amounts to near nothing? To know that despite how hard you worked to help others, they remember nothing of you?"

"That is just not true." Alphys said, shaking her head. "They DO remember. I know Sans does. He even told a bad pun about you, Doctor."

"Do not stand on ceremony, Alphys, we've known each other for decades, you needn't call me-" Gaster stiffened as he suddenly swept towards "Alphys", and held a hand up, her body shrouded in Blue as her soul was made manifest...

"I THOUGHT you were a bit too light when we were teleporting. Who are you really?" He asked the imposter as the charade faded away in a soft burst of starlight, and Princess Luna now stood there, tall and proud.

"The others were told to hone in on me when my illusionary spell faded. They shall be here shortly." She reasoned. "Let the child and those you have absorbed go."

"I only want to be whole again." Gaster reasoned. "You should understand. You were locked away within yourself, helpless, unable to do naught but watch as Night Mare Moon made use of your body." He quietly intoned, his eyes slightly narrowing as he paced around her, sliding smoothly like a snake. "Imagine a world where everything functions perfectly without you. Where you are less than nothing. Where you are HELPLESS and able to do nothing but watch. You endured that. And you'd condemn me!?"

"No. What happened to you was wrong. Don't take it out on an innocent." Night Mare Moon insisted.

"Take it out? The process isn't painful." Gaster cooed. "It's actually quite pleasant, if not slightly surprising. Come...let me demonstrate!" He proclaimed, shooting towards her, black shadows stretching off his body as Luna's horn lit up. Bluish/purple light coalesced around it as she erected a shield, the shadows trying to pierce through it like needles trying to pop a bubble. Gaster rose high, high into the air before he held his long arms up, slamming them down on the shield just as Luna shot forth, slamming into his chest and knocking him back.

The shadows of his body caught him and re-righted him as she launched waves of blue and purple magic at him, Gaster sliding left and right as he grinned, giving her a small wink. "Do you believe I am going to stand there and let you hit me? No." He remarked, making gestures with his hands as bones shot from the ground, cascading towards her like a landslide. Luna flew up, up through the air as he made more odd gestures with his hands, the bones shooting at her as he shook his head back and forth. "You are only delaying the inevitable." He quietly sighed.

"Let them g-go!"

He turned, seeing Alphys was sitting atop of a yellow-furred pony, Toriel standing nearby as she folded her arms over her chest, Gaster lowering the shadows that were raised on their hackles around him, looking them over. "Ahh, you came, Alphys. You, Papyrus, Sans, Frisk..." Gaster said, clapping his hands as he shifted from himself to Papyrus, then Sans, then back to his normal form as he bounced his head back and forth. "All the pieces...pieces...pieces of me."

"Doctor, we know you want to be whole again." Toriel said softly, Frisk letting out a quiet moan as he rose up from the table. He hadn't been having any nightmares since Gaster had taken him, but he was still shocked out of his mind to see Gaster standing tall in front of the others. "But you needn't harm others to be happy. And absorbing them into yourself is taking away their freedom. It isn't right to harm others in the name of freeing others, that's the very thing I fought against."

"My former majesty, please understand. I am a shell of my former self. An echo. This is the only way to regain my form." Gaster spoke longingly.

"Not necessarily." Alphys offered. "Toriel has something that could help. We just needed Princess Luna to stall you."

Toriel launched something through the air, Gaster catching it in one bony, holed hand...looking down at the Lazarus Lapis in his grip as his body was bathed over in the green healing magic within. His eye sockets filled with the light, growing larger and larger, letting out a gasp as Sans and Papyrus slid out from the folds of his cloaked jacket, flopping onto the grassy floor below as Princess Luna quickly pulled them away, Frisk ducking under the table...

And then everything went white, and Frisk now saw Dr. Gaster standing alone in a dark abyss, his back turned, head slightly bowed as Frisk approached, nervously holding out a hand and taking the skeletal monster's cloak. "Um...mister Gaster?"

"...doctor." Doctor Gaster said, his voice having the less harsh, rusty echo to it that it had possessed, yet still somehow haunting and faintly reverberating in the infinite abyssal expanse of black around them. "Dr. Gaster. And...would that this would be enough." He said, slowly turning around, revealing a small White heart floating right in his chest, Frisk gasping. It had been cut in half, and the other half connected to it was the stone itself, the heart faintly pumping as Gaster mournfully stared down at Frisk. "The Lazarus Lapis is designed to resonate with your Soul. To connect with it to bring back your physical body, and all that comes with it. But I only had half a soul. And that means only half the work is done. My physical form is returned, my abilities with them. But that...that is all."

He closed his eyes, shaking his head back and forth. "I am everything and nothing. Everywhere and nowhere. I can't...feel anything but echoes. Not even with this making up part of me."

"I'm sorry." Frisk said, gently hugging the doctor as the skeletal monster stiffened slightly before gently kneeling down, Frisk feeling him wrapping his cloak/jacket around him much like how Sans sometimes liked to do to tuck Frisk away, nice and snug.

"Ha ha...you know, that...that does make me feel better about this." The doctor quietly whispered, Frisk feeling something gently landing on his forehead. Drip...drop. Drip...

Drop...

Drip...

...drop.

"Thank you."

A gentle, soft warmth spreading over him, as the infinite black settled in...

"...please. Forget about me."

And then Frisk was back in the castle with the others as they slowly rose up, rubbing their heads as they looked around, Sans blinking slowly. "whuh...what just happened?"

"...I don't know where to begin." Frisk admitted, looking off in the distance, a white figure faintly similar to himself standing there before shifting, changing shape...vanishing into the distance.

...

...

...

... "So he's...gone?" Princess Celestia asked of Sans as he and Papyrus stood in the throne room, Celestia steepling her hooves, her face filled with concern as she looked back at them.

"we think he has his physical form back, but anything else is just...kinda not really there at all." Sans sighed. "he's a real nowhere man now."

"MY POOR BROTHER. I WISH THERE WAS SOMETHING I COULD DO TO HELP. WHEN I WAS INSIDE OF HIM, I COULD FEEL AN ENDLESS SADNESS SWALLOWING ME..." Papyrus murmured, clutching himself, shivering slightly as he closed his eyes, Princess Celestia biting into her lip. This was a concern indeed.

"Someone who can teleport, become invisible, change shape...he could be anyone and anywhere." She whispered softly, Sans shrugging before suddenly shivering, feeling as though familiar eyes were upon him. He thought he saw a crack running up the eye of one of the guards on either side of the Princess, looking away and flinching. When he turned back, the guard was normal, and he sighed, a maid servant couple bringing in some cake for them, specially made by Muffet for the upcoming anniversary of Celestia and Luna's ascension to the throne. "We should keep an eye out for him. But for now, let us celebrate early. Celebrate having you two back with us. It would be horrible to lose two dear friends."

"yeah, probably best not to talk about Gaster for now." Sans said, a maidservant slicing off a piece of vanilla-frosted cake for him, giving him a slice that had a little pink rose on it as he gulped, swearing he saw a crack running up HER eye as well. Or was it on Papyrus's? Or Celestia's? Or his own reflection in the mirrors that lined the hall, or-

Sans shook his head. "yeah...better not. after all..."

He shuddered.

"it's rude to talk about someone who's listening."

#Undertales of Friendship #Undertale #video games #fanfic #fanfiction #w.d. gaster #Gaster #Sans #Papyrus #Frisk #My Little Pony #crossover #MLP #my little pony: friendship is magic #MLP:FiM

[amieyhko]

Escapril 2019

escaprilday 2019 // 1: a fresh start

two Costco bags full of

umma-certified clean clothes,

“unpacking cannot begin with wet clothes”

Taipei humidity is unkind.

coins clink,

white noise revs

drowning out the drizzle

as heart somersaults

to the rhythm of the cycles:

what — tum — am I — ble

doing — tumble — here?

the darks tumble its final spin

as the lights

click —

into a stop.

a whiff into a warm towel

warns me the comforts of home,

promising

of munchies, blankies, and speedy wifi

of cushy floor space where crafting

and writing past midnight can be done in secret

but —

fold — maybe — toss — I changed —

yellow blouse — or gave up too easily —

fold — or could it be —

toss — I’m listening to all the wrong voices? —

red turtleneck — no — flick —

wait, this is so soft now, I guess the washing machine in that guest house in Seoul was indeed really terrible —

fold — yes, this is how it should feel on my skin —

toss – my heart knows, though —

fuzzy sock — maybe home is where I need to be right now —

into basket — there’s nothing wrong with —

grab — starting over again.

escaprilday 2019 // 2: april showers

you said all memorable moments

include an unexpected deluge

I nod and laugh

as the metro ac pierces through

my drenched jacket

I shiver as I feel my clammy socks

cling onto my not-rainproof Docs

("they're not?" you ask in shock)

ears ringing still

from speakers booming

throat scratchy from scream-singing

at the top of our lungs.

still, you smile, shiver, and say,

with half-dazed eyes,

all good memories

end in rain.

escaprilday 2019 // 3: incorporate music

“Hope I’m not tired of rebuilding”

at this in-between

this time of heating up lukewarm lattes

and microwaving soggy french fries,

a surrendering of old and new

kindles a familiar tune:

“not what’s easy, what do you want?”

at this in-between,

the seconds between a squat and a jump

or the hours during an endless free fall,

a whisper sings an awakening:

“even a phoenix dies”

so at this in-between

muster up the strength to

inhale blue

and exhale gold.

escaprilday 2019 // 4: anxiety

lacuna

¡amiga!” he chimes like clockwork

with a sonrisa that has probably charmed plenty of hearts.

my fist bumps his and I walk toward the dark halls

where they tilt their heads forward and say

“안녕하세요” they grin,

some fake, others genuine,

mostly muscle memory.

“哈咯“ she greets as I turn the corner—

a sound of familiarity.

the velcros on my lips finally relax

till we part ways to our stations

“how are you?” their words flow dry

they probably don’t want to find out

my tongue lands on one syllable:

“good”.

escapril 2019 // 5: back to nature

I’ve a secret spot for seeing stars in Taipei City.

after a day downtown,

blasting my headphones at damaging decibels,

fixing makeup with samples at drugstores,

and chasing after buses,

I skip down the announced “platform two for Taipei Zoo”

and gaze down at the light show stage named Zhongxiao Fuxing.

as the red greens, a rush of headlights streams at me—my eyes

lose focus, my heart

leaps back into my chest just as

the home-bound metro approaches.

//

I’ll always remember the yard at Tiszavasvári

where we lay to see a starry night drawn by the Creator

after a day of listening to screaming children,

braiding their hairs,

and chasing after the impossible ones,

we stood in awe, jaws dropped, then soon learned

our necks weren’t strong enough

so we lay down, evening breeze

accompanied by the crickets sang a lullaby—

my eyes played a senseless game

of connect-the-dots, my heart skipped several beats

as I let go of the memories of beds and blankets.

escapril 2019 // 6: nostalgia

missing you is easy.

remembering you creeps

up in little mundanities

like a cup of fruit tea

a bottle of Clorox

or an inappropriately loud laughter--

to my consolation, yours is unmatchable.

although,

the sound of your laughter rings

quieter

till I can whisper:

escapril 2019 // 7: start with a time of day

3 a.m.

why wait

for dawn when

we can set yesterday

up

in flames

over this river?

escapril 2019 // 8: love poem

I cannot recall the exact words uttered

but something in my heart fluttered:

our eyes met for a millisecond

we cracked, till our breaths weakened.

our words, lost in the waves

transformed into safes

I open in my heart of hearts

to feel at home within the laughs of your loves.

escapril 2019 // 9: focus on the color

chorok hadn't found its form in

korean of old. fields of

grass and evergreens,

little plates of herbal banchan,

lush of summers,

and squirming caterpillars

all existed as paran-- that same

color ascribed to vast oceans,

and sunny skies

then one lively spring, chorok

creeped its way into our tongues,

demanding to be seen on

street signs,

the mountain tops, and

cross walk lights

though some still speak "the light

turned paran",

and the incorrigible children's tune

singing of spring

blossoming into paran,

chorok sprouts an entrance

undeniable to out naked eyes.

escapril 2019 // 10: femininity

the bus,

back slides down on the uncomfortable bus seat,

fingers stroke through my freshly buzzed head,

while many eyes fixate above my eyes,

asking:

"is she a boy or a girl?"

"is she a lesbian?"

"what happened to her… hair?"

eyes read their faces,

mouth struts a big yawn with no reflex system telling me to conceal it.

imagination floats to a stadium,

feet stands on the podium,

voice declares:

I'm still so-very-much a lady--

just not fair like Audrey,

nor dainty like a stereotype,

or as brave as Joan,

and definitely not as attractive than most

but maybe more like

the ones writing history

now.

escapril 2019 // 11: not from your perspective

most of the time I sit beside the maroon sofa

where you watch tv and transform into a potato

I wait and wait for that sweet moment

you grab my handle

travel me to a flat desk

wind me up with thread

hook me up to a pedal

switch my light on

smooth out a piece of fabric

pinned up in zig zag

then

zoom, crackle, buzz,

your hands sync to my rhythm

you pray I don’t jam

or break your thread

then you announce with pride

“et voila!”

escapril 2019 // 12: spring cleaning

it takes two countries

few cities

thirteen houses

fifteen boxes

thirty trash bags

and an infinite repetition of

"do we need this?"

for a soul to grasp the spider web line

between a desire and a necessity.

then a decade teaches the

same soul

sometimes,

spectrums soften

escapril 2019 // 13: celestial bodies

if only

seeing you was as easy as

some nightly glow at your half

reflecting off

a big blazing ball of light on my half

escapril 2019 // 14: make it rhyme

a sonnet-full of embellishments, fake

notions of how lovely you are like some

weather in summer or spring, homemade cake

that tastes like cheap flour and rotten eggs, numb

from clichés, the love songs that never shut

up, posed photos of arms around my waist,

a let-me-take-that gentleness, so what

are you doing? leaving sour aftetaste

in our hearts. no, this sonnet is not for

us. we don’t need guidelines to fall in love,

nor the recipes known to prevent war

(it cannot be all fair in war and love),

so stop. steep in this silence as your hand

finds mine in this complicated quicksand.

escapril 2019 // 15: describe a smell

a dash of prickliness:

prickly, like appa’s beard attacking my forehead as he plants a kiss.

then an overwhelming sense of saltiness:

salty, like that time I accidentally used the spoon side of the seasoning bottle

or tasting my own sweat or tears.

something rotting at slow decay.

fruit flies feast.

my nose shoots me back to

halmoni yelling something in dialect, umma replying.

I stand in the middle of the market square, I’m ten.

they promised me jjajangmyeon,

my nostrils can hold out just a minute more.

escapril 2019 // 16: any dreams?

five—

I was to be a Pokemon trainer by day

and Sailor Moon by night

but adults hung my creativity dry

seven—

a singer-songwriter

but music chose me not

ten—

fashion designer,

draw designs, sew coutures, walk the runway myself

but whispers yelled discouragements

fifteen—

couldn’t care: I was a realistic teen

now—

I tip-toe about my heart

trying my best not to pick on scabs,

unable to answer any questions

albeit an I-don’t-know

has never sounded more

comforting and clear.

hear the wounds heal

to the beat of the unicorn hooves.

escapril 2019 // 17: body as friend or foe

I was born in Guatemala,

but my father’s from Georgia

he’s a musician, he produces

K-pop albums and we travel the world

searching for the next big deal,

my mother paints apples, she’s from Zimbabwe

she also writes Chinese poems.

It’s all true—

my body deceives every bit of reality within me.

escapril 2019 // 18: a happy place

hear nose tickle

with the sound of lavender feathers

fluttering by

eyes will open up to inhale

the golden hours spent

under Your glorious dance

escapril 2019 // 19: without your name, who are you?

if an utterance of a name

can form a heart,

her name has been called by many

if each spoken word forms

a vibration into what we are,

she's a someone

whispered into a myriad of paradoxes:

she's an asteroid, crashing fast,

uncontrollable, unexpected.

she's a cup of tea, calm,

idle, ready for nothing.

escapril 2019 // 20: a liminal space

this amorphous ground feels comfortable,

excuses acceptable:

the excruciating humidity,

drowsy rain, busy friends,

false pride, miscalculating time.

they say:

Prufrock measures his life in coffee spoons,

but Zeno says nothing ever reaches its destinations.

the Knight holds his tongue

yet his heart flutters a violent beat.

I’m just another contra, letting my feet skip away

as each step echoes heart beating somewhere

back.

escapril 2019 // 21: it’s the end of the world

no zombie apocalypse,

the sun still functions,

stars are still, hearts

unbroken, no one

escaping to Mars,

no fatal goodbyes.

one silent pink noise

a purple glow,

“welcome back home”

it said.

escapril 2019 // 22: nourishment

last month, I met a little

potted plant.

I took it back to my little

suffocating room

and named it little

foggy star.

I loved it little

by little

I gave it little

droplets of water,

spoke little

words of compliment,

took it to my little

window sill

the sun peeped through

a little.

it grew a little,

I did too.

escapril 2019 // 23: when the party’s over

recollect spilled laughters —

this, for unworthy jokes,

that, for suave comments,

maybe one for someone dreamy —

bottle them up,

keep them fresh

for the next sea of

stragglers,

mutual someone,

you-look-quite-nice,

wow-so-interesting.

escapril 2019 // 24: liar, liar

how to be a compulsive liar

one: disregard empathy, embrace despondency, think selfish,

my life doesn’t have to tell truth tales, no one needs to know.

two: rehearse recollections, think practicality, use names they’d never check,

let myself believe in each detail, each sight, smell the scenario

three: speak the perfectly fabricated phrases into existence,

no need to bat an eye, stutter a detail, overthink a loophole.

for example: “yeah, the party was fun. we walked around the park afterwards.

who? oh no, he wasn’t there. he had an important family dinner.”

four: remember the lie, inform reliable partners in crime if necessary,

never bring it back, stick to your guns.

promise yourself: they can’t hurt, they’ll never know.

remember: truths hurt, they’re inconvenient, it’s none of their business.

dig: until your shovel breaks.

drown out: every kindness the world has to offer.

die: in the said dug hole, climb out just to

repeat: until trust is a pair of cracked glasses, refuse to see a redemption until

die again: learn that these walls must go —

invite: the uncomfortableness that is vulnerability

repeat: until system reboots.

escapril 2019 // 25: pick an animal

my giraffe friend

shades me when the sun’s high

and warms me when the wind’s rough,

meeting her eyes pains me with

an aching neck,

she will always stand tall in a room,

there’s no shelf too high for me,

when she’s close by.

escapril 2019 // 26: girlhood, boyhood, childhood

when I was older, I had a pair of

very pink sneakers

they'd glitter in the sun,

glamoured in gemstones for dignity

velcros loud enough to turn heads

when it was time to take them off

I glanced over my neighbors' shelves:

ugly. blue. brown. ugly. mine trampled over all.

then my eyes stood silent

as I zone in

on her pair of Gundam sneakers

secretly jealous, mostly confused,

extremely frustrated of rule-breaking

girls, defying pink, watching animation

for boys only

now, I wear boring black or white shoes

so do most humans with feet.

escapril 2019 // 27: the state of it all

“you're it!”

a harmless push from their arms

my chest thrusts back

limbs under a spell

all bones removed

“catch me if you can”

why don't you save me

'cause you can?

escapril 2019 // 28: reflection

memories retraces a blur

crooked smile

red dye fading

cigarette between your fingers

standing mostly on your right leg--

you let out a puff as i tell you “i’m imaginary.”

you say you couldn't have

so i tease you more with a kiss

“that wasn't real

that was you imagining it all

new school

a manic pixie

the loneliness got to your brains

that's all”

you flick away the cigarette

eyes reflecting my face

you kiss me back and say

“please don't do this to my brain

you're real

far too real for me i'm not smart like that”

i snicker

the buzzing bus terminal is real

you and i are real

but i'm not

you're no more

escapril 2019 // 29: may flowers

she died a few days ago—

flew off the rooftop

fallen against teeming

reborn lives

the most beautiful of flowers

only last a day or two

you said we are beautiful

because we’re ephemeral

but what happens when

fleeting moments like

a crash kilometers away

pain for someone I never knew?

escapril 2019 // 30: catharsis

yesterday, I cleaned out my room

bugs infested each and every corner

I tried to catch them but they

hid away between the nooks and crannies

whispering schemes to each other

learning the dustiest corners I’ve ignored

waiting for a perfect time to kill

so I dusted out the corners

rearranged the furnitures

repainted the scratches

thinking cover-ups should make anew

yesterday, I cleaned out my room

praying for the bug spray to kill,

I felt seventeen, rearranging photographs,

filling up a space with desired personalities,

she would have been proud

there’s nothing I’d tell her, but to say

yesterday, I cleaned my room, for another hundredth time

they say an odyssey is a cycle

ending with a catharsis

where you come clean

but yesterday, I cleaned my room

again

#poetry #poems #escapril #escapril 2019 #writing #writer #amieko #journal #reflections

[xiazoxio]

Chapter 1 - "Flicker"

Word count: 1.2k

A/n; oop- part 1 omg! I made it only 1.2k words because I was busy being a 🤡 hehehh-

There's a surprise moodboard at the end c:

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I've finally come to the realization that maybe,after all these years, she wouldn't be coming back.

I placed the cup I was previously holding back onto the counter. My tears felt suffocating at this point, they never stopped. Salty and bittersweet sorrow was always a nostalgic feeling no matter how many times I've tried to impede it. They were always reminiscent of the fact she was never coming back. 

I took in a deep breath, like I could breathe only when my presence was accompanied by sadness.

I leaned back on the cool wall, jolting me up a bit,from the contrast of the warm bed. I started thinking. 

Was that dream real? Or was it just another one of those stupid,stress nights?

I unconsciously looked at the gently swaying window, reflecting the orange hue of the rising sun, the curtains dimming the light from completely blinding me. There, a slit between the curtains and the window was present. Beautiful cotton skies,swirling with intricate clouds and vibrant dream-like colors of hints of pastel blues and indigos. The clouds forming a beautifully ornate pattern across the sky after the rain, something I'd seen for the first time. 

The little plants growing beside the window frame were luminous with life. They gave off a fresh scent that made breathing a bit easier. The lovely scent pricked my nose, chuckling a bit at the thought. A few chirping birds passed by, a mother and her child, her children emulating her,singing sweet songs.

The little window gave me just the tiniest bit of hope of restarting.

-

I was holed up in this apartment for the rest of the day, having been given a holiday due to heavy rains for the past weeks. Of course, I continued on lifelessly until today, where I wanted to do some activity.

Still having the reminder that rain will be pouring down later this day. 

I started planning on what to do. I counted the stakes this was just a lucid dream, or it wasn't. I've never had these dreams, half of the excuse that I hadn't been able to snap out of my own haze of ignorance. 

If it really was real, I started planning ahead.

Acceptance.

My heart ached for a minute as I stared at the word I'd written down. It was almost on impulse my mind acted upon, but it was showing that I had started to think about this more rationally than an emotional view.

I brainstormed for steps to start, my hands not fast enough to keep up with my mind, a reason for my messy handwriting.

I need to start thinking about our old,happier times instead of mourning for the ones we won't be able to spend together.

This sentence alone made an appearance of a bittersweet smile.

I may not remember those times too brightly, because back then, we didn't know we were making (lost) memories, we just knew that we were having fun.

-

5:36 PM

It was the same dream I'd gotten last week.

The same road I'd inevitably run down, the same pattern of warm blood that'd slip through the cracks of the jagged road, the dreadful feeling of fear creeping up on my back as I came to a screeching halt in front of me.

The pitiful stares of people around me as shock stilled my body.

But then I woke up.

A dry path of drool still embedded on my skin as I lifted my head up to see the papers around me, small pictures of us scattered on the grey,cold desk. I fell asleep. 

I stared at the ticking clock for a few minutes,confused thoughts still clogging my mind. I slowly processed what was happening around me and stood up.

I turned right,hearing a loud purr.

Munko laid on top of my bedside drawer,dangerously close to pushing the lamp off,but taking more interest in the stray fibres of my pillow cover. I walked over trying not to startle her and slowly picked up the lamp, keeping it beside the drawer. Munko stretched out onto the space the lamp had previously taken over, as if mocking its victory over the space. I laughed at her antics and picked her up, making sure her claws weren't tangled within the fibres of the pillow cover.

I walked out of my bedroom, leaving the half written papers on my desk to fly with the outside wind however they wanted,hoping they wouldn't fly out the open window.

I slowly let her down from my arms onto the floor. She walked towards her food bowl that laid empty,with only small crumbs of the dry food I'd feed her at times. I remembered to feed her and walked over to her to pick up the bowl. She'd instantly meow as loud as possible whenever there was her bowl in my hand, because she knew I was going to feed her a bunch.

I kept the bowl on the counter and,like muscle memory, completed the task before I knew it. I was still thinking,however, about what I should exactly do. Enko's instructions were quite vague, only to "move on".

Of course, I had the internet too. But just as a precaution,maybe I should wait for her instructions. It is her undying wish, after all.

I picked up the bowl after Munko had eaten and licked it clean to pour in some water and get her to drink some,even if only a little.

Making sure she'd drink at least some, I searched for my phone. The apartment was too silent,too tormenting for my thoughts.

I searched for my phone, located it and sat on my bed, browsing through my music playlist searching for some background noise. It'd work even if it was static, I can't handle silence for long. 

Music was like a form of comfort.

I'd always find something related to my problems, having something to relate to and knowing that person who sang it was also going through the same thing always gave me some form of reassurance. It comforted me.

But music only helps you so far. 

There are times when even music can't read your feelings. Feelings are complicated and hard to understand. They're always deeper than the surface. No words can describe, whether unique or common, no word could ever.

People say that a person who understand the depth of your emotions is your soulmate, and to hold on to them with a death grip.

However, this concept was quite a mess to me.

I put my phone down as beautiful rhythms emitted from it. 

I was lost, for once. It was a new feeling. A mix of stress, confusion yet excitement and thrill. It felt refreshing. Life was seeming vibrant and colorful for the first time,new fluttering feelings dancing in my chest, and my heart pounding in happiness as small flickers of thrill run down my spine.

Is this what living feels like?

I don't want to lose these feelings, this new feeling of ebullience, a ball of child-like happiness. 

I want to make everyday count,every day to remember, and every moment to be filled with contentment.

Maybe I'll try something new tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

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#fiction #writers on tumblr #reading #writing #my writing #beginner writer #new writers corner #new writers on tumblr #writeblr #new story #storytelling #story #romance #haunted #part 1

[where-the-wilds-things-are]

Wild Meets Wild Chapter One

The Sun made the day bright. A set of slitted green eyes that belong to a tom with a beautiful spotted coat took in the sounds and smells of the forest that sang around him like a melody of home. But the focus of his attention was the plump thrush that was pecking at seeds in the grass. Slumping his body low into a hunter’s crouch, Rusty slowly made his way towards it. His ears could pick up its heartbeat and even the air leaving its lungs, telling him it is healthy. Unconsciously, his tail swung back and forth.

Suddenly the bird stopped eating, somehow alerted to his presence. Beating its wings, it took off for safety, and that’s when Rusty made his move. Controlled by something more primal than instinct, he bounded to where the bird stood and, putting all of his strength into his back legs, jumped for the skies.

In the air, the feeling of wind ruffling his fur with the ground far from his paws gave him a feeling that passed beyond elation. Stretching out his forelegs with unsheathed claws; he felt them sink into the bird, causing it to let out a pained chirp. Feeling gravity pull them down, he shoved the thrush in his mouth and landed on his feet. Feathers spun lazily to the ground as his jaws snapped its neck instantly. Placing it on the ground, he relaxed his muscles.

Happy, he was just about to enjoy his prey when a weird humming sound went off near him. Looking around for potential enemies that wanted his kill, he let out a growl. The sound got louder, closer, and more familiar to him. Rusty blinked open his eyes.

The forest had vanished. He was in the air-conditioned living room, curled up on the second level of the comfy and large cat tree. Moonlight peeked through the sheer curtains, casting warped shadows on the table, tiled floor, and stand that held the large, thin T.V. That blasted sound was the round circular object that moved on its own, picking up dirt and fur that littered the ground. He had had the dream for the third time that month, and of course, it got interrupted just as his fangs met flesh.

Sniffing, Rusty could smell the food his owners made that was in his dish, along with his sister, Princess. Before going to their room to bed; the Wintergreens will either give them deliciously ground meat meals, dry food with meat mixed within that had actual flavor, and even pieces of chicken or fish on a good day along with bottled water. Princess had told him that she overheard them say that they had “vitamins” to make them stronger and have shiny coats. Judging by the smell, it’s the ground meat for tonight.

Right next to the large silver fridge were two food dishes and his littermate, who was already enjoying her meal. Meowing a hello to her, he was quick to eat his dinner—while it was no prey that he caught and killed, he knew that they could have been given the dry and tasteless kibble that he knew cats unluckier than him had to eat. He took a glance at her; Princess had a pale tawny spotted coat with one splotch resembling a star on her left shoulder, one that he knew he had in the same place.

His own pelt was more of a red, something the Wintergreens took pride in. The young tom had the feeling that they were being prepared for being a Show Cat and repressed a shudder. While some felines enjoyed it, he saw the pressure that weighed some down like a stone around their necks. Other cats became vain and malicious, strutting around like a peacock and looking down on those who didn’t have good pedigrees and winnings as mutts and mixed breeds. He wanted no part in that mess and wished that he was free in the forest, like in his dreams.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he nearly missed Princess meowing to him.

“Rusty. I need to ask you a very important question about something outside.” Taken aback at the serious tone, he wondered what it was about. Maybe how he nearly got into a fight with that irritable Russian Blue that seemed to exist to aggravate him? It wasn’t his fault that he said that Razoule’s family tree had to resemble a more of a wreath if he really was a purebred. It’s the truth!

Before he can ask if this was the case, Princess went towards the modified cat door that led to the backyard garden. Sighing, he followed her, preparing to defend himself if this was about yesterday. Flowery smells made his nose twitch as he stepped into the warm night air. Feeling the grass, wet from dew and rain, he passed by the stone bench and lavender pots. Seeing her by the rosebush, he plopped himself beside her. It was then she said something that made him reel in shock.

“Lately… I have been having dreams of being in the forest. There’s no collar around my neck and I catch prey, from birds to rabbits and even snakes. Then I bring them back to these faceless cats with no scents, and it’s like I’m home. It felt so real too! The dreams came to me three times this month, please tell me I'm not going insane.”

Rusty looked at her with wide green eyes. “You had those dreams also? I’ve dreamed of catching prey in the forest with no collar around my neck for the past month too. I… I was just nervous that you’ll tease me like you did when I decided to see that movie." Heat bloomed in his ears at that memory; watching that killer demon clown lurk in the sewers alone at night wasn’t his brightest idea.

Princess’s bright blue eyes widened and then looked contemplative. “Well, I don’t know about you, but when I had my second dream, I’ve been considering taking a peek there. Just a quick look really. Maybe it will make them stop?"

Rusty blinked before licking his chest. “I wouldn’t mind really. The Wintergreen hardly let us leave the house unless we are on our leashes for walks or going to the vet for shots. Besides, think of it as an adventure! We might even catch actual prey and not food made for us."

Trotting to the fence, he leaped onto the post with relative ease, with Princess doing the same. Turning his head, he could make out the dense woods that were a couple of gardens down. Making out the woodsy smells carried by the breeze, Rusty felt something stir inside him. A feeling was begging him to journey into it, to be wild and free. Leaping down on the other side, his name tag clicked against the bell on his collar. As Princess followed him, he heard paws climbing the fence, along with a familiar scent.

“Rusty! Princess! Where are you going?” called out a friendly voice.

Looking up, Rusty could see the black and white Turkish Angora tom try to balance himself on the fence.

“Hello Smudge," replied Princess, with him giving out his own greeting.

The tom righted himself before looking down at them. “You two aren’t going to the forest, are you?” With wide amber eyes, he went on. “Those cats that live there are nasty fighters and probably don’t even have their shots up to date. Who knows what diseases they have?”

Shaking his head Smudge looked contemplative. “Though to be honest, I can see you two stroll in there just fine somehow." Jumping down from his spot on the fence, the black and white tom stood with the littermates.

“We are just taking a look, Smudge. Maybe even catch a finch or two.” replied Princess.

“Be careful, Henry says that they don’t like cats from here at all. I think I remember him saying that some jumped up brute calling himself Thistle-something tried to jump him his own garden! And that he—"Smudge looked around and lowered his voice—"sent him screaming back to the forest after he bit off what made him a tom."

Rusty grimaced at his friend’s story. While Henry was never the same after he accidentally ate that weird bug that fell in his food bowl, no one could deny that he was a fighter in his younger years. The old Siberian tabby had the scars to prove it. Hot-headed toms and she-cats learned that he was no easy pickings for a fight even now with his… eccentrics.

Honestly, he can see him do it to some cat that pissed him off on his meaner days.

“Thanks for the warning Smudge, we’ll be on the lookout,” meowed Rusty. Then a thought hit him. “Hey, why don’t you join us? You’re our friend and it can be fun!"

“Rusty is right, you said you always wanted to try a mouse, and aren’t you at least curious about the woods?" Princess replied hopefully.

Smudge looked around nervously before sighing. “Fine, but only because you two are my friends."

“Well, it’s now or never, we’re burning moonlight chattering like birds when we can be exploring," meowed Princess, excitement clear in her eyes as her tail wagged. And with that, she went into the dense group of trees. The smells of earth and animals invaded Rusty’s nose as he followed, making his mouth water. It was just like in his dream, only better since it was real. Birds! Mice! Squirrels!

“Maybe we should slightly split up to cover more ground?” said Rusty, left ear twitching. He could have sworn he heard a heartbeat, but wrote it off as belonging to busy prey animals.

“That’s easy for you to say, you and Princess are big! And by the way, you sound like those guys in horror flicks who get splattered by the villain." softy meowed Smudge, making Rusty scowl.

“You should have seen him after he watched the remake of that killer spider clown movie, he refused to walk near sewer grates for a month!” teased Princess.

Rusty sighed. “Let’s just try to hunt before it’s too late. But sticking close sounds good. If trouble finds you, yowl, and we’ll be right there to fight off anything. Sounds good? Princess and Smudge nodded. “Great, now let’s go."

Princess unsurprisingly went forward while Smudge went to his left. Going right, the young red tom went deep into the brush, carefully avoiding tree roots and thorns along the way.

Ears fully pricked and tasting the air, he could sense that a mouse was close. Focusing his eyes on the spot, he could make it out, stuffing itself with seeds that were on the ground. Getting into the hunter’s crouch, he was just about to prowl forward when he heard faint paw steps crackling on dry leaves. The mouse dropped its seeds to dart away, and Rusty let out a surprised shriek as he barely jumped out of the way as a gray comet shot past where he once was.

The cat landed, turned around and hissed, showing white fangs. Crouching, he darted straight towards Rusty. Thinking quickly, Rusty shot towards the tabby, matching his speed. Just when they were a foot away from each other, he lowered his head and slammed his skull right into the gray tom’s chest, who let out a wheeze. Continuing on, he used his neck muscles to send his assailant crashing into the ground.

“Rusty!”

”Rusty!”

Princess’s and Smudges frantic yells heralded their arrival, with his sister in the front and Smudge on her tail. Both had their claws unsheathed, with Princess looking like she was about to shred a cat at any minute and Smudge’s fur spiked up on his spine.

“What happened? I was trying to catch a squirrel when I heard a shriek!” worriedly meowed his friend.

"Who’s that behind you, Rusty? Did he attack you? I’ll give him a lesson for attacking my brother!”

The said cat of Princess’s ire shook his head as he got up and blinked in surprise before jumping backward. “More kitty pet intruders!” Puffing himself up, he leaped from side to side. “All of you better leave before I sharpen my claws on your bones,” he yowled.

“Oh yeah? Well, all I see are three cats and one bouncing poof ball. And who are you calling kitty pet? You look like you can be the old lady’s lap cat who lives next to us,” replied Princess, ears folded back in aggression.

“Wait, let’s not escalate things, we mean no trouble at all here.  We simply wanted to look around and try our hunting skills,” said Smudge, though he didn’t sheath his claws.

“Prey stealers!” He hissed, “I’ll make you fear the name Graypaw!” Rusty could hear the obvious bravado in his voice.  While he can sense sturdy shoulders underneath this Graypaw’s shaggy fur; he was concerned about his odds taking on three unknown threats alone.

“Smudge is right, we didn’t mean any harm. We’re sorry if we trespassed in some way." The reddish tom knew if there was one cat around, there might be more nearby, and he didn’t want his sister and friend to fight off any cats who believe it’s the Wild Wild West.

Graypaw's fur was still puffy as he looked to Rusty, Princess, and Smudge. “So you didn’t catch anything and don’t want to attack Thunderclan?” When all three shook their heads no, his fur went down, though, like everyone else, his claws remained out.

The hostile air faded as the four calmed down when Princess noticed that he wasn’t injured besides being shocked at the attempted attack.

Sighing, he sat down and licked his chest fur. “I guess those ears of yours aren’t for show since you heard me and dodged my attack. I never thought you would charge at me." Looking at Rusty and Princess, he continued. “I thought I was looking at Leopardfur for a second with that pelt of yours! But I have to say it’s way more pronounced looking, even with you two being kitty pets. Are your names spot related by chance?”

“Umm, no. My name is Rusty. '' Using his tail, he pointed to his sister and friend. "This is Princess—my littermate, and Smudge, our best friend and neighbor”.

Meowing their hellos, Smudge stepped forward. “So Graypaw was it? What did you mean when you said Kitty Pets? Do you mean house cats?”

“I mean all of you by being kitty pets that have two-leg owners. The smell of that place is all over you and those two have collars prove it." Looking at Smudge’s neck, Graypaw cocked his head. “Though I don’t know what is that around your throat, though, it looks weird”.

“Hey, I like my purple bandana!”

Princess looked confused. “Two-legs? You mean Humans?”

“Humans," Graypaw said with a befuddled look as if the word was alien. “Look, if that’s what you call them, then yes. You all have ki... Housecat blood, especially with your friend having that shiny silky coat."

Ignoring Smudge’s loud “Why thank you," he continued to speak.

“But I won’t lie, both of you give off a weird feeling that I can’t place. And don’t take this the wrong way, but you look and sound off too. I have never seen a cat with ears that big or necks that long, and again your fur! I know some cats that would be envious if they saw it."

Rusty about asked what cats was he referring to when he picked up two heartbeats and near-silent paws coming towards them quick.

“Princess! Smudge! We have got to leave now!" Rusty had heard that those old stories Clan cats doing raids on gardens for no reason, what if they gave them justification for “trespassing?”

Graypaw must have noticed because panic came clear in his amber eyes. “Quick—run that way before—"

“What is going on here? Who are these Intruders?" Hissed a firm and menacing voice.

"...We get caught,” was Graypaw’s gloomy response.

The four cats watched as a large majestic gray Russian Blue she-cat, or at least a descendant of one came out of the brush. Her muzzle had streaks of silver, and a jagged scar separated the fur on her shoulders. Gray fur shone like silver in the moonlight, giving her an almost ethereal appearance.

“Bluestar!” Beside Princess, Graypaw crouched down and narrowed his eyes. He crouched even lower when a second cat—a handsome, golden tabby—followed the gray cat into the clearing. Smudge looked torn between following the gray tom’s lead or lowering his head. Princess though made eye contact with both. Belatedly, Rusty realized he was doing the same.

“Why were you so close to the two-leg place Graypaw? You know that we shouldn’t go near it." The tom said.

“I know, Lionheart, I’m sorry.” Graypaw looked down at his paws in shame.

“Who are these cats? Two of them look like the RiverClan Deputy," asked the she-cat.

Rusty held her gaze, though he bowed his head as a sign of respect. Her piercing gaze flashed before she swept it to Smudge and Princess.

“None of them are threats,” mewed Graypaw quickly. “They are not Clan warriors, just Twoleg pets from beyond our territories.”

Just a Twoleg pet! The words inflamed Rusty, but he held his tongue. That’s rich when I sent you flying to the ground. The warning look in Bluestar’s stare told him that she had observed the anger in his eyes, and he looked away to meet Princess so she won’t say anything rude. Judging by her narrowed blue eyes, she was about to go and do just that.

"This is Bluestar; she’s the leader of my Clan!” Graypaw hissed to them under his breath. “And Lionheart. He’s my mentor, which means he’s training me to be a warrior.”

“Thank you for the introduction, Graypaw,” meowed Lionheart coolly.

Bluestar went back to staring at Rusty. “You fight well for a Twoleg pet,” she meowed.

Rusty and Graypaw exchanged confused glances. How could she know about the confrontation?

“We have been watching all of you,” Bluestar went on as if she had read their thoughts. “We wondered how you would deal with an intruder, Graypaw. You attacked him bravely even when he was bigger than you, and even tried to scare off three unknowns.”

Graypaw looked pleased with Bluestar’s praise.

Bluestar then looked at the other two. “You actually had a squirrel in your paws, but let it go to help your friend,” she meowed at Smudge. He blinked in surprise.

She then gazed at Princess. “While you seemed to notice that Lionheart was watching since you kept looking at his direction when you were tracking that vole.”

“Sit up now, all of you!” Bluestar looked at the three house cats, and Rusty held eye contact as she addressed them.

“You reacted to Graypaw’s attack very well, kitty pet. Not only did you hear his approach and dodged, but you also charged head-on with no hesitation. I have heard of kitty pets fighting clan cats, but I never thought I’d see it."

Rusty and the others nodded their thanks, taken aback by such unexpected praise. Her next words stunned them more.

“I have been wondering how you two would perform outside of your garden. We patrol this border frequently, and every so often I saw you two looking at the forest. I even saw your friend do it, but now all of you have gotten the courage to set your paws here.”

Bluestar looked at them thoughtfully. “All of you seem to have natural hunting abilities, and I’m sure that all of you would have caught prey if Graypaw had not found you,” she meowed.

“How old are you three, if I might ask?” replied Bluestar. Graypaw and Lionheart had curious expressions as they waited for an answer.

“Well, me and my brother despite our size are six months old, and Smudge will turn six months this week,” replied Princess.

By the look of the Clan cats were giving her, they didn’t know what a month or week was. “Umm, let’s just say six moons and six nights since we use different words for time passage back at home."

Graypaw’s disbelief was apparent. “Six moons? But you two are already close to being the size of Tigerclaw! And he’s the biggest cat I know!”

Lionheart shook his head. “Bluestar, these are kitty pets. They should not be hunting or even be in ThunderClan territory. Send them home to their Two-legs!” His voice was respectful and insistent, but it was clear that he wanted them gone.

Rusty prickled at Lionheart’s words. “Send us home?” he mewed. He wanted to say that they didn't even catch anything yet, but a voice in his head told him that maybe he should keep that to himself.

That, Bluestar’s words made him glow with pride, and a quick look to his left showed him that Smudge and Princess felt the same.

Bluestar then turned to look at them. The way her eyes glowed, it felt like she was going to drop an anvil of a question. He was right.

“How do all of you feel to join our Clan?”

#i speak #where the wilds things are #wild meets wild #full thanks to floofboi76 with them helping me with errors and mistakes! #and telling me about the ginger app #with out them is would had been rough #i hope all you like it #and yes Princess implied that Rusty saw the 2017 IT movie #as you can see this au takes place close to our own time #princess #rusty #smudge #And before any of you ask yes he was telling the truth about Henry #he did to that to Thistleclaw

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXV.B

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Vergil landed on the wrecked balcony of Fleminger’s mansion, clearly noticing its quite undisturbed state despite the Dreadnought’s massive ambuscade. The sprawling mansion, itself, still stood in one piece. The once majestic ballroom may be reduced to a complete ruin due to the Electric Furies’ attack last Saturday and Nico’s reckless driving last Tuesday but, the rest of the huge building’s parts were still intact.

With the Yamato on his hand, he cautiously entered the dark and silent premises, hoping for Fleminger to show up,…

“My Lord?” A familiar voice uttered from a distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to see through the darkness, when he noticed the Master of the house standing at a safe distance away from the entrance.

“Fleminger?” He called as he went closer, and the moment he did, he was unnerved to see the man looking really pale, like he just lost a lot of blood.

“My Lord!” He exclaimed triumphantly, his hands clasped as if in a prayer. “How wonderful to see you finally succeed!”

“Tell me,” Vergil cut him off. “… the Dreadnought. Why is it still alive? I drove the Yamato through her sister’s body and obtained her power. She should be weakened. I demand an explanation.”

“My Lord,” Fleminger began. “… I’m afraid to say that,… you have not gained everything.”

“And what do you mean by those words?”

“Inside the girl lies,… another. You may have her unmatched strength and her ability to look into the future but, you have yet to gain the most powerful ally.”

At the mere prospect of gaining more power, Vergil’s eyes clearly widened with interest. “And that is?”

Tired eyes red and pale hands rubbing against long, black, satin bishop sleeves, Fleminger spoke to him, “Immortality, my Lord. You have yet to gain her immortality. Acquire this and you shall be able put an end to the Dreadnought, once and for all. Obtain this,…” the man licked his dry lips and smiled at him. “… and you will be the most powerful being in existence. Even greater than Mundus, or Sparda, himself.”

Vergil glanced at the man with scrutinizing eyes, searching for something in Fleminger that could betray him of any kind of deceit. And when he found none, he nodded, then turned away from him.

“Then, I shall obtain it. And put an end to that Demon.”

“Even with obstacles before you?” Fleminger innocently asked just when another visitor arrived at the mansion. Vergil found out that it was none other than his son, Nero, himself.

“He is never an obstacle.” The father stated, regarding his own son with complete apathy. “Just a child who lost his way.”

“YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Nero fumed as blue light radiated from his body, engulfing him and slowly changing him to his Devil form. “V, VERGIL, WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELF: FUCK YOU!”

The young Devil Hunter summoned Dante’s sword and charged forward with every intention of beating his father.

But, Vergil had other plans.

With one swift movement, he pulled out what’s left of the black contract markings from his neck, the thick, mysterious ink sticking to his fingers like glue, forcibly summoning both Shadow and Nightmare in the process.

While the golem started mindlessly destroying the place, the demonic feline only looked at Vergil in confusion, asking ‘why?’ without actual words. And this made Nero stop.

“I don’t have time for this.” Vergil told his son. “Play with these nightmares. Kill them, if you must.

"I’m done with them.”

“What are you - ?!”

With those empty words, the cold man simply walked out, changing into the light being once more as he arrived at the balcony, and soared into the skies in pursuit of his final goal. Nero was about to go after him when the abandoned familiars started attacking him.

For a brief moment, Vergil’s eyes scanned the ground below him like an eagle in search of his prey, swiftly descending when he finally spotted the remains of the Dreadnought. He morphed back to his mortal form once his feet touched the ground and made his way towards two distinct figures along the fleshy debris of Shinano Musashi.

That’s when he saw something else,…

… the girl, or what looked like her spirit,…

… who was sitting on the ground just beside her and Dante’s body.

Her head bowed down low, her tears spilling on her lap, her hands on the girl’s limp and bloody hands, she wept for her, her mournful sobs filling the silent place.

And then, Vergil realized,…

“You,…”

The girl looked up, her eyes wide with fear. He knew she wasn’t (Y/N), and yet,…

… the resemblance,…

… was uncanny.

“Vergil,” she uttered, her voice sounding awfully familiar. Like he heard it somewhere before. “… she’s dying. Please, help her. Please!”

And he thought she was already done for! One look at her told him that she’s hopeless with those fatal wounds. No other mortal could survive those.

But, of course, the being was still healing her despite her incorrigible state.

“Why are you still helping her?” He questioned, not caring about (Y/N)’s condition. “She’s dying. There’s nothing you could do to help her.”

The being glanced back at the girl, grasping her hands as tightly as she could as she still tried to heal her. “I,… never lost my faith in her,…” she explained, then looked up once more at him. “… and neither in you, Vergil.”

Her voice,…

The way she uttered his name plucked something in his heart. He knew he had seen her before, heard her voice even. He just couldn’t remember when or how exactly.

“Listen, what you are doing right now is,… futile.” Vergil urged on. “There is no power in this cruel world that could save that weak mortal. Accept her fate and face your one true Master.”

The being closed her eyes, her tears endlessly streaming down, and shook her head in denial.

Vergil sighed. He didn’t want to use the Yamato against her. The being was small and looked weak and fragile, like its resemblance. He knew he could obtain her and her power of immortality. He just needed one last push, or else,…

He pointed at the sky and spoke, “Her sister is wreaking havoc as I speak. If you do not come with me now, the whole world, and humanity, itself, will truly be annihilated, and you would no longer serve any kind of Master.” He prodded on, his patience slowly reaching its limit. “You do not want to make this any more difficult for the both of us.” He exclaimed, then extended a hand towards the being, wanting it to take it. “Come with me. Now.”

The being only looked at him, her facial expression quite difficult to read. “You must understand that, by acquiring my power, not only will you gain immortality, you will also gain the absolute knowledge of my current vessel.”

Absolute knowledge? “I understand.”

“By my sister Andromeda, you became the Protector of The Present. By my sister Cassandra, you gained the Aspect of The Future. By me, the last of the Sisters of Fate, you shall carry the burden of the past. Do you understand?”

Vergil sighed. “Yes.”

The being inhaled, looking like it was actually contemplating its decisions like a normal human being.

Her emotions, her gestures,…

… those eyes,…

In fact, she really was like a normal human girl,…

“Do you, Vergil Sparda, accept all of these conditions?”

“I do.” He gave his unwavering answer.

“Then,” she answered, finally taking Vergil’s hand. “… reunite, we shall, Master Vergil. I pray you do not regret,… your decision.”

The moment their hands made contact, the last of the Sisters of Fate vanished, her body turning into little orbs. These orbs then went directly to Vergil’s skin, merging with him, becoming one with him,…

“V,…”

When he finally succeeded in absorbing the last being, he heard a familiar female voice. His sight was abruptly stolen from him, making him drop the Yamato on the ground. His consciousness was swiftly brought to a place he didn’t know existed. He felt he was floating, hovering for a long time, and when he finally gained his sight back, he saw,…

… her memories.

(Y/N)’s memories.

All of it.

And they came crashing down in huge flashes before him,…

“I love you, Mama! I love you, Papa!”

“STOP HURTING PAPA!”

“NO! DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY! DON’T LEAVE US!”

“I’m here, (S/N). I will never leave you,…”

“What did you do to my sister?!”

“I’m sorry,…”

“Who are you?!”

“ALL OF YOU, DIE!”

“Where am I?!”

“I was not perfect. And I failed to protect her because of it.”

“There is,… someone,… in my visions. A man - with white hair. He plays the violin,…”

“I must fulfill the wish!”

“Nico, make this for me!”

“I was looking for someone,…”

“I said,… STAY!”

“Nico, it’s him! The man in my visions! The one with the markings on his skin!”

“I will protect you, V.”

“Do you know Titanic, V?”

“I think you should go see the world for yourself,…”

“I want to know what’s bothering you,…”

“V!”

“V?”

“V, please,…”

“I love you, V,…”

Vergil closed his eyes and covered his ears to shut the flood of memories away. He screamed, begging for the visions to stop plaguing him.

Then, everything went silent, as simple as that. He could no longer hear her voice, nor see her memories. It was as if the voices and the memories got sucked into oblivion, never to be seen again. The whole world was plunged into total darkness.

And then, he heard it. Another voice but, it sounded different. It did not feel chaotic. It was calm.

“I’ve waited a hundred years. I’d wait,… a million more for you,…”

A male voice sang gently just when a little orb of light appeared from a distance. Vergil took a step forward, longing to reach its warmth and protection,…

“Nothing prepared me for,… what the priviledge of being yours would do,…”

Vergil was transported to a big empty studio where a man was sitting in front of a piano, singing those soothing words.

And then, he saw her right on the corner. It was (Y/N). And she looked just the same, long (H/C) hair tied in a ponytail, graceful movements, perfect posture,…

She looked very much alive and vibrant.

“That beautiful song,… what is it about?” She asked the man on the piano, her curiosity endearing, her voice achingly lovely.

“It’s about a man who regrets the loss of a loved one and the woman who loves him the most. The love of his life. Whom he could no longer be with.” He answered, playing some notes, then sang once more. “If I have only felt the warmth,… within your touch,…”

“Could you,…” she began, positioning herself in the middle of the empty room. “… start from the beginning?”

The man smiled as his hands gently glided on the keys once more.

And just as he began playing, Vergil heard a thunderclap. He turned to look at the windows and realized it was raining outside. He, then, glanced back at the middle of the room, and saw,…

… his former fragile self sitting on the floor with his first demonic familiar, Griffon, just behind him, watching (Y/N) as she began dancing to the man’s song.

He could still remember this exact moment on that abandoned studio that one rainy day. All he could hear by then was the sound of the rain, the thunder, and her light steps.

But, now, it was as if the two memories, his and hers, overlapped and merged into one sad vision, finally enabling him to hear the song she danced to and see once more how graceful and delicate she was.

With the sweet music, the sound of the rain and the thunder vanished. He listened as the man began playing and watched as the girl began dancing.

“I’ve waited a hundred years.

I’d wait a million more,… for you.

Nothing prepared me for,

What the priviledge of being yours,… would do.

If I had only felt,… the warmth within your touch.

If I had only seen,… how you smile,… when you blush.

Or how you curl your lip,… when you concentrate enough,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,… all along.

What I’ve been living,… for.”

The music gradually went louder as the girl began twirling, her raw movements in time with the music.

“Your love is my turning page,

Where only the sweetest words,... remain.

Every kiss is a cursive line,

Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I've been,... for who you are.

For nothing makes me stronger than,

... your fragile heart.

If I had only felt how it feels,... to be yours,

Oh, I would've known,... what I've been living for,...

... all along,..."

He felt his tears fall down just as the former him began weeping with her movements alone.

He never actually felt,... how it feels to be hers,...

And now, he not only left her, he hurt her, as well,...

... for such a stupid thing as absolute power.

He chose power,... over her.

Over the woman,...

... he now knew he truly loved.

And not because she had the ability to lure Demons like what Fleminger told him, no.

It was because of who and everything she was.

"What I've been living for."

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I would never do this again! I - ”

Vergil snapped from his reverie as he saw his former self hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

"Hey, it's okay." She reassured him. "I'll never leave you. I promise,... "

All of a sudden, the sweet memory abruptly changed to that of the times when he neglected her, rejected her, and that moment when he,...

"I love you, V."

"I choose,... POWER!"

But, still, the song remained,...

"Though we're tethered,

To the story we would tell.

When I saw you,

Oh, I knew we'd tell it well,...

With a whisper,... we will tame the vicious seas.

Like a feather,

Bringing kingdoms to,... their knees,..."

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

"THE PAST WILL WEEP, THE PRESENT WILL KNEEL, AND THE FUTURE WILL DIE!"

Vergil opened his eyes, feeling his tears on his face as he stared at her lifeless body on the ground. And when the thoughts of those painful visions went back to him,...

... he fell on his knees,...

... right before the woman he loved above all else.

And on that heart - wrenching moment, he suddenly felt his own sword drive through him, its tip sticking out of his stomach, dripping with his own blood.

And with that swift, decisive moment, the Sisters of Fate left his body and went directly to whoever stabbed him.

Just like that, they were stolen away from him.

He changed back to his former fragile self, crumbling, wheezing,...

... dying,...

Vergil,... was no more.

He felt the Yamato being pulled away from him as he coughed blood. He fell on the ground just beside (Y/N) and glanced up to find Fleminger with the Yamato.

"There was,... one vital part you didn't know about the story of the Dreadnought, my Lord." The Master, the true enemy and traitor, began, theatrically swinging the Yamato like a cane.

"F - flemin - g - ger,..." V wheezed, his blood staining the ground beneath him, his rage for the man, who was the cause of all this madness, overtaking his whole being.

"There has never been a Dreadnought, or a Shinano Musashi, to begin with. They were only made up. But,... there was a girl named (S/N) (L/N). She was the most perfect girl in all of existence, and my ancestors chose her to be the vessel of Pandemonium, a Demon whose powers rival that of Mundus'. Even greater.

"And Pandemonium did choose her eventually. My ancestors were about to achieve immortality through her when her sister, by the name of (Y/N) (L/N), happened to massacre almost all of them in rage, including the orphans they were raising. Apparently, she was chosen by three equally powerful beings - the Sisters Of Fate, Cassandra, Andromeda, and Galatea - to fulfill another mission. And that mission is to locate you, protect you, and reunite the Sisters back to Sparda's family."

Flemiger walked around V, who was squirming in pain and cowering with fear.

"It seems she succeeded on that mission of hers. You obtained power through her, and I took it from you. I fulfilled my revenge on (Y/N) for murdering my ancestors, thanks to you, my Lord. And for that, I will forever be grateful." The fiend expressed his sincere gratitude towards V. "Oh, and letting Pandemonium, who will only answer to me, destroy everything she wanted was only a collateral."

Fleminger sheathed the Yamato and went to the opposite direction. But, before he left, he turned back to V and smiled at him. He even threw a piece of a familiar leather fabric at him. And in complete horror, he realized whose it was.

It belonged to him,...

Nero,... V thought, his hopes shattering. My,... son,...

"Oh, and have I told you that Galatea, who was the Bearer of The Past, kept (Y/N)'s body safe and in stasis for a hundred years just for you? After all, she was the one who searched through different timelines for the perfect vessel. I did say that the tragedy of Fortuna happened a hundred years ago, am I right, my Lord?" He raised the Yamato at him like a salute of some sort then bowed. "Farewell, son of Sparda."

And with those final words, Fleminger left him.

V felt the whole world around him fall apart as the Dreadnought - (S/N) - started firing her destructive lasers once more.

And who could blame her? After seeing her beloved sister suffer at the hands of the man she loved, could she still think of anyone worthy of redemption?

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~ I dedicate this chapter to @la-vita for helping me with this fic through XXV.A's German dialogue and her helpful tips for making V IC. Thank you so much. 🖤

~@vergils-daughter , @heaven-on-a-landslide , @micaelagua , @yepps , @sofia-micaela , @lessy86 , @beyond-the-mirror , @gxthghoulfriend , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @simmy-ships , @boundbysoul , @diabeticsugarush , and @krazy06 . 🖤

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His hand went to the fatal wound on his stomach. The pain was actually going away as he slowly felt numbness taking over his whole body. Well, he was truly dying now.

And he will die just like that - alone, weak,...

... pathetic,...

And he knew he deserved it.

He crawled towards (Y/N) and reached for her cold hands. He, then, made an effort to pull her towards him for one last embrace.

It was then that he remembered their conversation inside the abandoned studio just after her dance.

"Can you quote something from Shakespeare?" He fondly remembered her asking him with a shy and awkward smile. "After all, Griffon always calls you Shakespeare,..."

"Oh, here will I set up,... my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of,... inauspicious stars from this,... world - wearied,... flesh!"

V quoted, then coughed blood once more. He wrapped (Y/N) in his embrace, not wanting to let her go in this final moment.

"... eyes look,... your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips,... oh you the doors of,... breath,... seal with a righteous kiss,... a dateless,... bargain,... to engrossing death,..."

He gently kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, feeling the whole world around him vanish with complete darkness as his eyesight became blurry.

"... if only,... I could go back,... and change,... everything,..."

He whispered, regrets drowning him as his eyelids closed,...

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[herald-divine-hell]

A Breath of Hope

A/N: This is probably shit. 

Palely, bars of silver washed over the grass-studded earth, tinting it in a sheen of light. Darkness withered with the flickering of white, burning stars, hanging high above in the black dome of the sky. The waning moon was as slick as a curved blade, cascading the world in white-silver light. 

Saved for the gold-crimson flame that burned over a candle, the thin silver fingers that slipped through the windows were the only things that gave Leliana the ability to see her writing. Tapping her pen against the rim of an inkwell, she could feel the tiredness in her bones, tugging heavily. A few ravens crocked, echoing in the uppermost floor of the rotunda like high-pitched cracks of thunder. 

She rubbed her temples, inhaling a sharp breath, and closed her eyes. There were less reports that she had expected. More mundane, then anything else, in truth. Words that spoke of intriguing gossip, rumors, and scandalous information. While an enjoyable read, some she noted to share with Josephine, none were the ones she desired most of all. She hasn’t been writing. 

The thought did little to ease the terror that rose in her heart, like a great wave of unquestioning horror. The Inquisitor was not known to dawdle in her reports. Often than not, Leliana would find herself encompassed by hundred upon hundreds of letters, detailed-rich and with issuance that could relieve the worry that plagued her heart and mind. But no such letter had came of late, and Leliana found herself in a cavern of darkening thoughts and cruel whispers. Images of Alexandra, broken and bloodied, dying on a field a thousand miles away from Skyhold were the most vivid and recurring. 

Leliana expelled the darken thought with a soft breath. Her fingers and knuckles burned, tightened around the pen, and shook. The fear mangled her heart, grasping at it with a cruel, iron-fist grip. She had faith that Alexandra would write to her. There was always the possibility of the messenger raven dying by a rogue, hunting arrow or losing its way in the vastness of Thedas’ skies. She was fine, her heart said softly, pushing against that terrible grip. Alexandra could had died in Haven, but she did not. Sometimes, Leliana truly believed she had been sent by the Maker. She’s stronger than she looks. Much more. At times, Leliana forgotten that.

She laid her pen down, the ink seeping into a cloth at her side, spreading like thick tendrils of black across a sea of snow. She rested her head in her hands, closing her eyes. The thoughts shot and came like flashes of malicious lightning. Some dwindled into nothingness, too bleak to stand on its own. Others lingered, laughing as Leliana suffered. 

Something warm cascaded down her cheeks, like burning streamlets across flushed-pink mountains. Alexandra was alive. She would not die. She would write to her. She will. A battle erupted in her mind, drawing and hurling words of savagery and hope against one another. A never ending feud of dismay and sweet yearning. 

Leliana knew that Alexandra could take care of herself, but there were times that she wished she was there, in the ensuing battlefield, at her lover’s side. What did she tell her before, at Haven? If I had went with her, I would have blinded my eyes and deafened my ears. Perhaps that was true, that she would be merely a hindrance if she rode with Alexandra into a world of blood and darkness, that the Inquisition needed her more here than it did out there. Still, the terror would not leave her, no matter how hard she might push. It remained there, mocking. 

She did not remember pushing herself from desk, nor did she recall wandering down the twining steps of the rotunda. 

Leliana even forgot the candle.

Moonlight scattered over the floor, like sheer sheets of silver and white. There was enough light for Leliana to see where she was heading. Few torches burned late at such an hour. Most twinkled with flames of gold and crimson, dying and withering, but just enough that it cast an amber flush against the gray, stone walls. Her steps echoed, bouncing like an empty melody. 

In the darkness of night, Skyhold found some peace away from the bubbling parties and the pounding cries of metal-meeting-metal. The fortress-castle slept with only the whistling wind as a soft lullaby. Leliana could hear the grazing, brittle fingers crawling over the stony surface of Skyhold, striking hard against the windows of the fortress-castle. 

The Great Hall was empty, as silent and motionless as a crypt. Still, flames burned in braziers on iron-curved legs. The heaping coals shot embers into the air like balls of fire, searing through the darkness. Withering, the dancing orange-golden fingers mixed with the silver light of the moon that slanted through the high-perched windows at the end of the hall, above the throne of the Inquisitor. 

For a few moments, Leliana stared at the throne. The dragon maw was shrouded in darkness, with the teeth that jagged out of the throne’s armrests glittering dimly from the light of the flames. The Nightingale saw her love seated on the throne, one leg crossed over the other, head inclined slightly to the left with a playful, amused smirk on her lips. Her hands itched and her heart yearned. She knew it was a hopeful sight that greeted her - that is was not truly her love. But the teasing smile caused Leliana’s own lips to curl upward. 

The mirage fluttered away when Leliana stepped forward, slithering into nothingness. A pang tugged at her heart, and she pushed it away. She still felt the dry, ghost remains of the tears she shed on her cheeks. She would not cry, not here, at least. 

Passing through the Great Hall, Leliana stepped into the doorway that led to the stairs of the tower. She tread lightly upward, the sounds metal greaves meeting hard stone roared all around her. Every few flights of stairs, she would find a door, and there she crept quitter, until walked passed it to another stairway. Up and up she went, until she slipped through the door of the Inquisitor’s bedchambers. The opening of the tower allowed the wind to bit at Leliana’s features. Perhaps we should try to fix that, she thought, glancing out to the blue-black sky and heavy bodies of the Frostbacks, clad in shadow. The wind sang thinly and piercing in her ears, like the wailing of children.  

Slipping through the door and striding up the stairs that led to the widening square of the Inquisitor’s bedchambers, Leliana released a sigh of relief. A weight seemed to have lifted from her shoulders. The aching and tiredness of before seemed to have relented. A fire still burned in the hearth, twirling hands of orange and gold and crimson, indication of the servants keeping the room warmed even after the Inquisitor’s departure.  

She plucked off the silver brooch engraved with the seeing eye of the Maker, and tugged her velvet purple hood over her shoulders. Unlacing the straps of leather that held her armor together, Leliana felt the warmth of the fire against the skin of her neck. Then she slid her feet out of the greaves and slipped out of her breeches, the warm air licking against her thighs, tingling the goose bump-ridden skin. 

Leliana threw off her tunic, pacing to the wardrobe of the Inquisitor. It had almost became a nightly ritual. To slip out of the armor of power to the linen of rest. The Spymaster had not realize when it exactly had begun. 

Pulling the nobs of the drawer, Leliana looked through shirts of silk and linen and satin, soft fabric that slipped between her fingers like water. This night, she choose a shirt of emerald green silk embroiled with golden, twirling lace. It still had a faint and distinct scent of vanilla and lilac. It stilled smelt of Alexandra. Leliana did not refuse the smile that blossomed on her face. 

In the heavy, laden room filled with shadows, Leliana imagined Alexandra’s arms around her, lithe and lean with light muscles, firmly at the waist. Perhaps she would nuzzle her face into the crock where Leliana’s neck and shoulder met, or maybe she would simply sway her back and fro, humming lightly and sweetly. Leliana wrapped her arms around herself. 

Turning to the bed, the Spymaster pulled the hefty blankets and slid into the sheets. The bed dipped beneath her, and warmth surrounded her on all sides. In her mind, Leliana thought of Alexandra, pressed flushed against her back and arms securely around her waist. The sweet smelling shirt filled her senses, drawing back the uneasiness in her bones and soothing the grip of terror that clogged her heart. Alexandra... 

Tears stung her eyes, unexpectedly. Tossing over from one side, Leliana faced the place where Alexandra would have slept. The silver moon and crimson flames swaddled the room in light. Sleep still lingered in her bones, still pulled and pulled, but it never came to her. The tears poured, dribbling down to stain the mattress. She should be there. In all the long years since the Blight, Leliana felt truly alone. Work still lingered weakly, but Alexandra remained ever vigilant in her mind, of her safety and health. She pressed her face against the soft pillows, chocking back a sob. Maker, please, don’t take her from me. You’ve already taken enough.

The winds tumbled against the walls, banging and rattling against the balconies’ doors, like boulders shot from a trebuchet. Leliana curled into herself, pressing her chin against her chest. Fumbling at her neck, Leliana pulled out the silver sword pendant, a gift from Alexandra. The metal caught the light, glimmering faintly with a burnish of crimson-orange. 

She brought it down to her lips, kissing it hesitantly, sacredly. She could still see Alexandra’s warm smile, so unlike the confident, teasing smirk that often danced on her lips. Blossoming bright and revealing the white of her teeth, Alexandra’s smile had reached her eyes, scrunching up endearingly. “A gift for my spymaster. Another dagger to add to the collection. To protect you, of course, though I know you need little protection. But it will protect your heart. And it’s almost as beautiful as you,” she had said, with that tone that made Leliana’s heart flip and softened. A soft voice, filled with emotion that was not similar to the impassioned, eagerness that she usually wore. A voice filled with warm affection. Leliana could still feel the grazing kiss that Alexandra had left on her cheek, a little too close to the corner of her mouth, but enough away for it to appear chaste and innocent. 

 You should have kept this, Alexandra. My heart is well-protected enough. I should be there with you instead of here. 

But the glittering of the metal is soft and gentle, alluringly warmed by the burning flames. Her eyelids felt heavy, overbearing and burdensome. Dropping the pendant onto the shimmering emerald green tunic, Leliana pulled the blanket up to her chin, curling into herself as the soft scent of vanilla and lilac and the soft chipper of the burning wood dance in her ears and filled her senses.

Warmth encircled her from all sides, covering her like a sea of comfort. “You better come back to me,” whispered Leliana, eyes drooping. “Or the Maker would no a wraith worse this His own.”

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[etlunainmorte]

❤ I See My Future Before Me ❤

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XXV.B

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Vergil landed on the wrecked balcony of Fleminger’s mansion, clearly noticing its quite undisturbed state despite the Dreadnought’s massive ambuscade. The sprawling mansion, itself, still stood in one piece. The once majestic ballroom may be reduced to a complete ruin due to the Electric Furies’ attack last Saturday and Nico’s reckless driving last Tuesday but, the rest of the huge building’s parts were still intact.

With the Yamato on his hand, he cautiously entered the dark and silent premises, hoping for Fleminger to show up,…

“My Lord?” A familiar voice uttered from a distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to see through the darkness, when he noticed the Master of the house standing at a safe distance away from the entrance.

“Fleminger?” He called as he went closer, and the moment he did, he was unnerved to see the man looking really pale, like he just lost a lot of blood.

“My Lord!” He exclaimed triumphantly, his hands clasped as if in a prayer. “How wonderful to see you finally succeed!”

“Tell me,” Vergil cut him off. “… the Dreadnought. Why is it still alive? I drove the Yamato through her sister’s body and obtained her power. She should be weakened. I demand an explanation.”

“My Lord,” Fleminger began. “… I’m afraid to say that,… you have not gained everything.”

“And what do you mean by those words?”

“Inside the girl lies,… another. You may have her unmatched strength and her ability to look into the future but, you have yet to gain the most powerful ally.”

At the mere prospect of gaining more power, Vergil’s eyes clearly widened with interest. “And that is?”

Tired eyes red and pale hands rubbing against long, black, satin bishop sleeves, Fleminger spoke to him, “Immortality, my Lord. You have yet to gain her immortality. Acquire this and you shall be able put an end to the Dreadnought, once and for all. Obtain this,…” the man licked his dry lips and smiled at him. “… and you will be the most powerful being in existence. Even greater than Mundus, or Sparda, himself.”

Vergil glanced at the man with scrutinizing eyes, searching for something in Fleminger that could betray him of any kind of deceit. And when he found none, he nodded, then turned away from him.

“Then, I shall obtain it. And put an end to that Demon.”

“Even with obstacles before you?” Fleminger innocently asked just when another visitor arrived at the mansion. Vergil found out that it was none other than his son, Nero, himself.

“He is never an obstacle.” The father stated, regarding his own son with complete apathy. “Just a child who lost his way.”

“YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Nero fumed as blue light radiated from his body, engulfing him and slowly changing him to his Devil form. “V, VERGIL, WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELF: FUCK YOU!”

The young Devil Hunter summoned Dante’s sword and charged forward with every intention of beating his father.

But, Vergil had other plans.

With one swift movement, he pulled out what’s left of the black contract markings from his neck, the thick, mysterious ink sticking to his fingers like glue, forcibly summoning both Shadow and Nightmare in the process.

While the golem started mindlessly destroying the place, the demonic feline only looked at Vergil in confusion, asking ‘why?’ without actual words. And this made Nero stop.

“I don’t have time for this.” Vergil told his son. “Play with these nightmares. Kill them, if you must.

“I’m done with them.”

“What are you - ?!”

With those empty words, the cold man simply walked out, changing into the light being once more as he arrived at the balcony, and soared into the skies in pursuit of his final goal. Nero was about to go after him when the abandoned familiars started attacking him.

For a brief moment, Vergil’s eyes scanned the ground below him like an eagle in search of his prey, swiftly descending when he finally spotted the remains of the Dreadnought. He morphed back to his mortal form once his feet touched the ground and made his way towards two distinct figures along the fleshy debris of Shinano Musashi.

That’s when he saw something else,…

… the girl, or what looked like her spirit,…

… who was sitting on the ground just beside her and Dante’s body.

Her head bowed down low, her tears spilling on her lap, her hands on the girl’s limp and bloody hands, she wept for her, her mournful sobs filling the silent place.

And then, Vergil realized,…

“You,…”

The girl looked up, her eyes wide with fear. He knew she wasn’t (Y/N), and yet,…

… the resemblance,…

… was uncanny.

“Vergil,” she uttered, her voice sounding awfully familiar. Like he heard it somewhere before. “… she’s dying. Please, help her. Please!”

And he thought she was already done for! One look at her told him that she’s hopeless with those fatal wounds. No other mortal could survive those.

But, of course, the being was still healing her despite her incorrigible state.

“Why are you still helping her?” He questioned, not caring about (Y/N)’s condition. “She’s dying. There’s nothing you could do to help her.”

The being glanced back at the girl, grasping her hands as tightly as she could as she still tried to heal her. “I,… never lost my faith in her,…” she explained, then looked up once more at him. “… and neither in you, Vergil.”

Her voice,…

The way she uttered his name plucked something in his heart. He knew he had seen her before, heard her voice even. He just couldn’t remember when or how exactly.

“Listen, what you are doing right now is,… futile.” Vergil urged on. “There is no power in this cruel world that could save that weak mortal. Accept her fate and face your one true Master.”

The being closed her eyes, her tears endlessly streaming down, and shook her head in denial.

Vergil sighed. He didn’t want to use the Yamato against her. The being was small and looked weak and fragile, like its resemblance. He knew he could obtain her and her power of immortality. He just needed one last push, or else,…

He pointed at the sky and spoke, “Her sister is wreaking havoc as I speak. If you do not come with me now, the whole world, and humanity, itself, will truly be annihilated, and you would no longer serve any kind of Master.” He prodded on, his patience slowly reaching its limit. “You do not want to make this any more difficult for the both of us.” He exclaimed, then extended a hand towards the being, wanting it to take it. “Come with me. Now.”

The being only looked at him, her facial expression quite difficult to read. “You must understand that, by acquiring my power, not only will you gain immortality, you will also gain the absolute knowledge of my current vessel.”

Absolute knowledge? “I understand.”

“By my sister Andromeda, you became the Protector of The Present. By my sister Cassandra, you gained the Aspect of The Future. By me, the last of the Sisters of Fate, you shall carry the burden of the past. Do you understand?”

Vergil sighed. “Yes.”

The being inhaled, looking like it was actually contemplating its decisions like a normal human being.

Her emotions, her gestures,…

… those eyes,…

In fact, she really was like a normal human girl,…

“Do you, Vergil Sparda, accept all of these conditions?”

“I do.” He gave his unwavering answer.

“Then,” she answered, finally taking Vergil’s hand. “… reunite, we shall, Master Vergil. I pray you do not regret,… your decision.”

The moment their hands made contact, the last of the Sisters of Fate vanished, her body turning into little orbs. These orbs then went directly to Vergil’s skin, merging with him, becoming one with him,…

“V,…”

When he finally succeeded in absorbing the last being, he heard a familiar female voice. His sight was abruptly stolen from him, making him drop the Yamato on the ground. His consciousness was swiftly brought to a place he didn’t know existed. He felt he was floating, hovering for a long time, and when he finally gained his sight back, he saw,…

… her memories.

(Y/N)’s memories.

All of it.

And they came crashing down in huge flashes before him,…

“I love you, Mama! I love you, Papa!”

“STOP HURTING PAPA!”

“NO! DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY! DON’T LEAVE US!”

“I’m here, (S/N). I will never leave you,…”

“What did you do to my sister?!”

“I’m sorry,…”

“Who are you?!”

“ALL OF YOU, DIE!”

“Where am I?!”

“I was not perfect. And I failed to protect her because of it.”

“There is,… someone,… in my visions. A man - with white hair. He plays the violin,…”

“I must fulfill the wish!”

“Nico, make this for me!”

“I was looking for someone,…”

“I said,… STAY!”

“Nico, it’s him! The man in my visions! The one with the markings on his skin!”

“I will protect you, V.”

“Do you know Titanic, V?”

“I think you should go see the world for yourself,…”

“I want to know what’s bothering you,…”

“V!”

“V?”

“V, please,…”

“I love you, V,…”

Vergil closed his eyes and covered his ears to shut the flood of memories away. He screamed, begging for the visions to stop plaguing him.

Then, everything went silent, as simple as that. He could no longer hear her voice, nor see her memories. It was as if the voices and the memories got sucked into oblivion, never to be seen again. The whole world was plunged into total darkness.

And then, he heard it. Another voice but, it sounded different. It did not feel chaotic. It was calm.

“I’ve waited a hundred years. I’d wait,… a million more for you,…”

A male voice sang gently just when a little orb of light appeared from a distance. Vergil took a step forward, longing to reach its warmth and protection,…

“Nothing prepared me for,… what the privilege of being yours would do,…”

Vergil was transported to a big empty studio where a man was sitting in front of a piano, singing those soothing words.

And then, he saw her right on the corner. It was (Y/N). And she looked just the same, long (H/C) hair tied in a ponytail, graceful movements, perfect posture,…

She looked very much alive and vibrant.

“That beautiful song,… what is it about?” She asked the man on the piano, her curiosity endearing, her voice achingly lovely.

“It’s about a man who regrets the loss of a loved one and the woman who loves him the most. The love of his life. Whom he could no longer be with.” He answered, playing some notes, then sang once more. “If I have only felt the warmth,… within your touch,…”

“Could you,…” she began, positioning herself in the middle of the empty room. “… start from the beginning?”

The man smiled as his hands gently glided on the keys once more.

And just as he began playing, Vergil heard a thunderclap. He turned to look at the windows and realized it was raining outside. He, then, glanced back at the middle of the room, and saw,…

… his former fragile self sitting on the floor with his first demonic familiar, Griffon, just behind him, watching (Y/N) as she began dancing to the man’s song.

He could still remember this exact moment on that abandoned studio that one rainy day. All he could hear by then was the sound of the rain, the thunder, and her light steps.

But, now, it was as if the two memories, his and hers, overlapped and merged into one sad vision, finally enabling him to hear the song she danced to and see once more how graceful and delicate she was.

With the sweet music, the sound of the rain and the thunder vanished. He listened as the man began playing and watched as the girl began dancing.

“I’ve waited a hundred years.

I’d wait a million more,… for you.

Nothing prepared me for,

What the privilege of being yours,… would do.

If I had only felt,… the warmth within your touch.

If I had only seen,… how you smile,… when you blush.

Or how you curl your lip,… when you concentrate enough,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,… all along.

What I’ve been living,… for.”

The music gradually went louder as the girl began twirling, her raw movements in time with the music.

“Your love is my turning page,

Where only the sweetest words,… remain.

Every kiss is a cursive line,

Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I’ve been,… for who you are.

For nothing makes me stronger than,

… your fragile heart.

If I had only felt how it feels,… to be yours,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,…

… all along,…”

He felt his tears fall down just as the former him began weeping with her movements alone.

He never actually felt,… how it feels to be hers,…

And now, he not only left her, he hurt her, as well,…

… for such a stupid thing as absolute power.

He chose power,… over her.

Over the woman,…

… he now knew he truly loved.

And not because she had the ability to lure Demons like what Fleminger told him, no.

It was because of who and everything she was.

“What I’ve been living for.”

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I would never do this again! I - ”

Vergil snapped from his reverie as he saw his former self hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She reassured him. “I’ll never leave you. I promise,… ”

All of a sudden, the sweet memory abruptly changed to that of the times when he neglected her, rejected her, and that moment when he,…

“I love you, V.”

“I choose,… POWER!”

But, still, the song remained,…

“Though we’re tethered,

To the story we would tell.

When I saw you,

Oh, I knew we’d tell it well,…

With a whisper,… we will tame the vicious seas.

Like a feather,

Bringing kingdoms to,… their knees,…”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“THE PAST WILL WEEP, THE PRESENT WILL KNEEL, AND THE FUTURE WILL DIE!”

Vergil opened his eyes, feeling his tears on his face as he stared at her lifeless body on the ground. And when the thoughts of those painful visions went back to him,…

… he fell on his knees,…

… right before the woman he loved above all else.

And on that heart - wrenching moment, he suddenly felt his own sword drive through him, its tip sticking out of his stomach, dripping with his own blood.

And with that swift, decisive moment, the Sisters of Fate left his body and went directly to whoever stabbed him.

Just like that, they were stolen away from him.

He changed back to his former fragile self, crumbling, wheezing,…

… dying,…

Vergil,… was no more.

He felt the Yamato being pulled away from him as he coughed blood. He fell on the ground just beside (Y/N) and glanced up to find Fleminger with the Yamato.

“There was,… one vital part you didn’t know about the story of the Dreadnought, my Lord.” The Master, the true enemy and traitor, began, theatrically swinging the Yamato like a cane.

“F - flemin - g - ger,…” V wheezed, his blood staining the ground beneath him, his rage for the man, who was the cause of all this madness, overtaking his whole being.

“There has never been a Dreadnought, or a Shinano Musashi, to begin with. They were only made up. But,… there was a girl named (S/N) (L/N). She was the most perfect girl in all of existence, and my ancestors chose her to be the vessel of Pandemonium, a Demon whose powers rival that of Mundus’. Even greater.

"And Pandemonium did choose her eventually. My ancestors were about to achieve immortality through her when her sister, by the name of (Y/N) (L/N), happened to massacre almost all of them in rage, including the orphans they were raising. Apparently, she was chosen by three equally powerful beings - the Sisters Of Fate, Cassandra, Andromeda, and Galatea - to fulfill another mission. And that mission is to locate you, protect you, and reunite the Sisters back to Sparda’s family.”

Flemiger walked around V, who was squirming in pain and cowering with fear.

“It seems she succeeded on that mission of hers. You obtained power through her, and I took it from you. I fulfilled my revenge on (Y/N) for murdering my ancestors, thanks to you, my Lord. And for that, I will forever be grateful.” The fiend expressed his sincere gratitude towards V. “Oh, and letting Pandemonium, who will only answer to me, destroy everything she wanted was only a collateral.”

Fleminger sheathed the Yamato and went to the opposite direction. But, before he left, he turned back to V and smiled at him. He even threw a piece of a familiar leather fabric at him. And in complete horror, he realized whose it was.

It belonged to him,…

Nero,… V thought, his hopes shattering. My,… son,…

“Oh, and have I told you that Galatea, who was the Bearer of The Past, kept (Y/N)’s body safe and in stasis for a hundred years just for you? After all, she was the one who searched through different timelines for the perfect vessel. I did say that the tragedy of Fortuna happened a hundred years ago, am I right, my Lord?” He raised the Yamato at him like a salute of some sort then bowed. “Farewell, son of Sparda.”

And with those final words, Fleminger left him.

V felt the whole world around him fall apart as the Dreadnought - (S/N) - started firing her destructive lasers once more.

And who could blame her? After seeing her beloved sister suffer at the hands of the man she loved, could she still think of anyone worthy of redemption?

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His hand went to the fatal wound on his stomach. The pain was actually going away as he slowly felt numbness taking over his whole body. Well, he was truly dying now.

And he will die just like that - alone, weak,…

… pathetic,…

And he knew he deserved it.

He crawled towards (Y/N) and reached for her cold hands. He, then, made an effort to pull her towards him for one last embrace.

It was then that he remembered their conversation inside the abandoned studio just after her dance.

“Can you quote something from Shakespeare?” He fondly remembered her asking him with a shy and awkward smile. “After all, Griffon always calls you Shakespeare,…”

“Oh, here will I set up,… my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of,… inauspicious stars from this,… world - wearied,… flesh!”

V quoted, then coughed blood once more. He wrapped (Y/N) in his embrace, not wanting to let her go in this final moment.

“… eyes look,… your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips,… oh you the doors of,… breath,… seal with a righteous kiss,… a dateless,… bargain,… to engrossing death,…”

He gently kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, feeling the whole world around him vanish with complete darkness as his eyesight became blurry.

“… if only,… I could go back,… and change,… everything,…”

He whispered, regrets drowning him as his eyelids closed,…

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“G - gala - t - tea?”

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #vergil sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 25.B #hope has fallen #revised

[the-silver-moonstone]

A night in Venice

This is dedicated as a rather late Christmas present for @tigerlilyjazz and her countryhuman OC Pandela. I had a lot of fun making this kawan!!! Hope you all enjoy it!

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Pandela heard three rhythmic knocks at the door, and slipped on her necklace pendant around her neck. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror once more, and looked out of her room. “Coming! Tunggu sekejap ye(1)!”

“Alright, take your time~!” A faint accented voice came from the hallway outside. Pandela grabbed her little sling bag with her purse and phone, and ran out of the room. One last look at herself in the mirror, smoothing back a few strands of her multi-coloured hair, she skipped excitedly to the door and opened it.

“Good evening my lady,” A charming, smooth voice greeted her, and a gorgeous rose was held out to her. “Oh Italy, that’s so sweet of you!” She giggled shyly, accepting the delicate flower and admired its beautiful red and dusty pink petals, so smooth and shiny that they appeared almost varnished in the soft orange light of the hallway.

Italy smiled softly at the female country in front of him, he was so happy that she was here, for an ‘educational trip’ as she had told her brother. It was actual a big surprise that he had let her go, ALONE, while trusting HIM to get her around. Right now, they were standing in a hallway in a hotel, in his prized city Venice. He couldn’t wait to show her around.

“Well, shall we?” He asked, gesturing down the red-carpeted walkway of the hotel. Pandela beamed brightly at him, and took his arm and walked with him. They took the elevator, Italy holding the door open for her like the right on gentleman he was. “Taly, stop it! I can do things myself, you know?” She laughed, hitting him playfully on the arm with her bag.

“Well, what if I WANT to do those things for a special someone?” Italy asked, laughing with her and fiddling with the red scarf around his neck. He pressed the button for 1 and the metal doors closed.

Stepping out of the little hotel, they were greeted by a narrow canal, with quite a few people walking along its side paths. Italy carefully parted a way through, saying quick apologies and ‘excuse me’s’ in his national language chirpily while guiding Pandela along behind him.

She looked up, and saw a beautiful view of the night sky, twinkling with little stars in a deep navy blue background of the atmosphere. “Wow…” She breathed, the Asia district didn’t exactly get to see these clear skies very often, and for her it was even rarer, cuz of her….recent past.

“Hey,” She looked back down to the smiling country in front of her holding her hand. “Now’s not really the time and place to start stargazing, we’re in the middle of a pathway in Venice, Carina(2). C’mon~” He tugged her along gently again, away from the busy streets that were full with local humans, foreign tourists and the like.

“Where are we going?” Pandela asked curiously, they were going to the more rear-end of the floating city, where the docks were. Italy smiled, but didn’t answer her question, leading her out to the end of the road and showing off with a grand flourish of his hand. “Tadaa~”

Pandela let out a surprised gasp, her hand going to her mouth. “OMG cantik-nya(3)!!” Italy laughed at her statement, a cheeky smile on his face. Pandela walked forward to the end of the wooden planks of the boat dock, glazing in awe at the majestic gondola that floated gracefully on the water’s glimmering surface.

Italy smirked proudly, this boat was the prized of his prized city, its solid body made of polished red wood. It was the gondola of gondolas in Venice, and damn was he proud of it.

“Italy, this is beautiful!! Is it yours?” She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling like the stars above them. Italy caught himself getting lost in them, and shook his head and grinning sheepishly at her. “Si, si(4)! S-shall we?”

Pandela nodded excitedly, she had never sat in a gondola before, she loved their sleek shape and orated wood bodies. She wished she could integrate them into her own country in some future time, she would have to ask Italy first, they were his invention after all.

Italy got in first, then held out a hand for Pandela to grasp as she stepped in, the boat rocked gently at the new weight on it, but remained steady after. She floated smoothly on the waters of the city, and was ready to make her master and guest’s ride as comfortable as possible.

Grabbing an oar, Italy dipped it in the water, and pushed gently off the dock. The boat moved along the water, gliding through the water calmly. Pandela sat down on the plush velvet seats, admiring the tiny ripples in the water as they sailed along the roads and buildings. The water was dark in the night, but reflected light like a black mirror, shimmering with life of the city.

“Wow…” She said softly. Italy looked down at her from his standing point on the helm of the craft, smiling softly at her awe-struck face. “You like it?” He said, grinning at her. She laughed and nodded. “It’s very educational~” That made both of them laugh, the gondola rocking slightly.

Italy paddled the boat along the canal, sending it moving forward back into the busier parts of the city. Some people said Venice at night was completely different than Venice at day, they were not wrong. All the lights were shining with different hulls of soft glow, illuminating the roads and the waters.

It was just alive with sound and smells, dinner meals wafting through the air with laughter and chatting after a day’s work. Pandela let out a contented sigh, sinking down more comfortably in the seats. Italy snickered silently, “Best thing you’ve seen, hmm? C’mon, say it~”

She laughed. “No way. It’s nice, but I wouldn’t say it’s the best.” Italy gasped dramatically, holding his chest like the words hurt him so painfully. Pandela giggled at his acting, leaning her elbows on her knees and resting her chin on her palms to look at the European country.

“Pfft, but at least say the Gucci factory was nice, it’s a national heritage you know? And I didn’t spend 1790 Euro for you to say it’s not good—“ Italy joked, leaning on the oar in his hands. “Alright, alright fine, that one was nice.” Pandela smiled, thinking of the beautiful purse that Italy had bought for her in her hotel room.

They continued chatting about Italy’s precious Gucci, and other stuff as they rowed through the many canals. She even got to ask him to sing, seeing that: “Hey, isn’t the gondolier supposed to sing while rowing a passenger?”

“Nahh, that just…something some gondoliers do—“

“C’mon, I want to hear you sing!”

“Nahh…”

“Please Talyyy~”

“…fineee…”

Their canal filled with the musical lyrics of ‘O sole mio’. Italy sang slowly at first, then gaining more confidence and singing more proudly of the classical song. Pandela clapped and cheered loudly once he was done, and he smiled happily and did a small bow.

Suddenly, a strong gush of wind blow through the buildings, knocking Italy’s hat off his head and sending it flying through the air. “My hat!!” He exclaimed.

Pandela’s hand shoot up, snatching the light brown boater out of the air. “Got it!!” They stared at each other for a few seconds, then bursted out laughing. Everything happened so quickly, it was hilariously funny to the two of them for some reasons.

Italy ruffled his floofy tri-coloured hair that was now exposed to the elements, chuckling cheekily. Pandela held on to the hat in both hands, and playfully placed it on her head, giggling as the broad brim covered over her eyes.

‘Adorabile~(5)’ He thought, his face turning a light shade of red. Must be the cold, he dismissed it with an embarrassed thought, dipping the oar back into the water and paddling steadily. They had floated to the docks again, making a round of the city. He tossed the rope out to the wooden dock, leaping gracefully out and tying down the gondola, making sure it wouldn’t float away in the night.

Pandela had a bit of trouble getting out, seeing as the water had gotten a little rough with the incoming winds, and squeaked every time the boat rocked while she was trying to step out.  Italy had to sort of lift her out by the underarms and set her on solid ground. She blushed, her cheeks tainted pink as she watched him rope down his boat more securely. She held on to her bag more tightly, Italy’s boater hat still on her head. She took it off, and held it out to him with a shy smile.

“Here, you can have it back now.” Italy smiled, and pushed it gently back to her. “I have many at home,” He shrugged his shoulders. “You can keep it. It looks good on you~” Pandela’s eyes widen in surprise, and more heat flooded to her face. She held on to the brim with both hands, holding it to her chest as she smiled happily at the cobblestone ground.

“But not as good as it looks on me~” She snapped her head up, and saw Italy grinning coyly. “You-!” She hit him playfully, grinning back at him as the other country cackled loudly.

“Well, good night then, Pandy. See you in the morning!” Italy said, waving at her. Pandela waved shyly back, standing at the doorstep to her hotel with the hat on her head and bag in hand. “Buona notte(6)!!” He called cheerfully, and walked off whistling happily.

“...buano notte~” She whispered, blushing slightly as she looked at his retreating figure, and stepped into the hotel, shutting the door close.

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I hope you like it @tigerlilyjazz!! I gave it my best, pray everything is right!!

(Legends say this is how Pandela now has Italy’s hat--)

Heres a link to Italy’s song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uCICKwx01Js

Translations: 

(1) Literally ‘Wait a while’ but with the ‘ye’ it becomes “please wait a while’ It’s kinda slang XD

(2)Sweetie, or cutie

(3) Cantik means beautiful, but this would be more like ‘its so beautiful!’

(4)Yes, yes!

(5)Adorable 

(6)Good night!

Thank you everyone who is reading!! Go check out her blog, you can also ask questions or send requests!! Bye! :D

#Countryhumans #countryhumans italy #countryhumans oc pandela #writing #gift #tigerlilyjazz #new writer #but i write on wattpad #soft uwu

[artificialqueens]

chemistry (scyvie): chapter two - melody

Two months later, Yvie and Scarlet had the most established dynamic ever. It was around four PM when Yvie unlocked the door of the apartment after a long day of finalizing her project - the neon snake dress was almost ready, and she was very proud of it. She was used to work on that with her dear roommate, but that morning Scarlet was drowned in blankets; she said she would get up later with her adorably sleepy voice, and that Yvie could go without her. Yvie didn’t understand what was going on, but left anyway, hoping that she would show up later.

What Yvie didn’t knew was that she wouldn’t. Like a fool, she waited for the brown-haired girl all day. Drumming her pencil on the desk, always checking the windows, checking her phone, and even thinking about messaging. She was worried about her. Scarlet always loved going to FIT, she used to say it was her second home. Scarlet was acting so weird that morning, as she didn’t want to create anything, or to be herself. Ariel was also so fake, Yvie tried asking her what was wrong with Scarlet, and she only answered with ‘’I never liked this bitch anyways, hope it sticks’.’ Scarlet surely needed better friends.

Before that day, Yvie saw her skipping classes a few times: she knew it because they had their main class together. But, she didn’t stress much about it because she could just be tired of college.

One day she saw some girls laughing about how nice was to not have Scarlet there in some classes - that made Yvie’s blood boil, how could somebody hate such a pure soul as Scarlet’s? They didn’t know who she was behind that mask, if they even knew…

To be honest, Yvie always felt that Scarlet was tense around people - mainly Ariel and the girls she used to hang out with. She always had such a confident face -she exhaled power-, but in the past two months since Yvie moved to her flat, she knew deep inside Scarlet was not that tough. They shared a bed while they couldn’t buy Yvie a new one, and one night she woke up with with the smaller girl approaching her slowly.

‘’Cuddle me,’’ she whispered, very sleepily.

Yvie wrapped her arms around her, it was weirdly comfortable how their bodies fit each other so well, the weird chemistry between them happening once again. Scarlet let out a soft sigh, and fell asleep peacefully. Yvie on other side couldn’t sleep again, with her mind travelling to many places only because of what just happened. She couldn’t stop petting Scarlet’s beautiful hair and thinking about how she wished she was hers. It only was a hopeless crush anyway, she would get over it: that couldn’t mean anything, after all, friends cuddled right? Scarlet had so many shitty friends, maybe she just saw Yvie as the only true friend to cling to. Yvie had to forget her, she would never feel the same and she didn’t want to ruin their friendship.

Scarlet was so cool as a roommate, she never got mad at Yvie because of anything, they agreed on everything. It was like they had an invisible tie between them that made every single look they gave each other seem eternal in space. The brown haired girl was always so bubbly and cute with her, even if in the institute everyone seemed to be terrified of her attitude. With Yvie she was all about random hugs in the mornings and cute notes pinned on their fridge - she used to sign the ‘’I’’ on Yvie’s name with a little heart. With other people, she was always so cocky and focused, like a machine.

Nothing could ruin that. Yvie’s feelings were nothing compared to losing a girl who literally was willing to be such a good friend to her. Not the girl of the heart on top of the i, not the girl who used to grab an extra coffee at Starbucks because Yvie was always late, or the random hugs girl - and her hugs were so good. Her voice when she pronounced Yvie’s name, the way it slid on her tongue like a song sang by the angels…

It was the same voice she heard when she unlocked the door, and that was truly an angel singing. Yvie recognized the song in mere seconds, it was a Girl in Red song. She was the biggest Girl in Red fan, and introduced her to Scarlet as well when she moved. They even agreed on saving for tickets on her next show in New York, together, as friends of course.

��’Oh Hannah, tell me something nice’’, Yvie could hear as she got closer to the balcony - her favorite sketching spot, and now Scarlet was there. ‘’Like flowers and blue skies’’

Yvie didn’t want to bother such a beautiful moment: Scarlet in a cozy dark red sweater and in a messily tied bun, looking ethereal as she always did. Humming the soft song as the words came out of her perfect plump lips melodically:

‘’Oh Hannah, I will follow you home.’’ she bit her pencil for a bit before going back to her sketch. ‘’Although my lips are blue and I’m cold.’’

The singing continued, and she barely noticed Yvie in front of her. Only when the tallest girl started to sing along:

‘’I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips.’’ she blushed and hoped Scarlet wouldn’t notice her embarrassment. That part of the song was sort of relatable. ‘’I wanna kiss you until I lose my breath.’’

A soft gasp came out of Scarlet’s mouth as she turned off the music and got up from the floor. Staring at Yvie’s eyes, they got into that trance again. As Scarlet’s ice blue got into her deep brown eyes, it started to become one; the more Yvie looked inside her eyes, more lost on her she was. They remained in silence for some seconds, Yvie smirked and looked around:

‘’Why do I always catch you when you’re having cute moments?’

Scarlet smiled awkwardly. ‘’They are dumb! I didn’t know you would be home around that time, so I used your spot… It gave me inspiration, you know, thinking about you-’’

‘’You also should not be home around this time, Scar…’’ Yvie touched her shoulder and felt the electric feel of chills running over all Scarlet’s body. ‘’I know you’ve been skipping classes, but missing a whole day of college is too much. Can you talk to me? Is there somebody bothering you?’’

‘’I don’t know what you are talking about! I have nothing to worry about, that bitches should be worried about me, not me worried about them.’’

And suddenly, she was wearing her mask again.

‘’Scar…’’

‘’I think they are jealous of me, whatever they told you, they can’t stand talent.’’

Yvie stared at her seriously, like she was ready to tell Scarlet off. She didn’t, she just kept staring at her with crossed arms, waiting for the truth. She knew Scarlet would give way, and she easily did:

‘’Okay, okay… So a little bit ago…’’

Bullies, as in high school, but intellectually disguised. These girls weren’t chasing Scarlet directly, but between the lines they were being meanies to her. In a group project in one of her classes, she was the last one to be picked, and turns out she was the one who worked the hardest - no credit was given to her after it. Her designs were constantly ignored, Yvie saw it, but thought ‘’they were just jealous’’ - as Scarlet said herself. No one invited her for the parties, or for hangouts, and her ‘’friend’’ Ariel always dragged her down.

‘’…It’s such a toxic place for me right now, I can’t stand this,’’ she admitted with shame in her voice. “Sorry, ugh.”

Immediately, Yvie hugged her. Scarlet was smaller, so she wrapped her arms around Yvie’s waist. Yvie rubbed her back softly, all the feelings that she tried to repress came again, but what mattered was to make that secretly fragile creature safe.

‘’I feel what you’re feeling, did you forget people call me Yvie Oddly?’’

‘’I even forgot your real last name,’’ Scarlet joked.

‘’You have to turn your flaws to your side of the story, I’m proud to be a fucking weird bitch! You should be proud of being a confident bitch… Just try to fence off a little bit okay? As you do with me, you’re never bitchy with me, for me you’re the sweetest girl.’’ Yvie booped her nose.

Scarlet blushed hard. ‘’But they are also bitchy…’’

‘’Maybe you need new friends… but I’m here for you, I’m your gal pal!’’

‘’Gal pal,’’ she sounded… Frustrated. It couldn’t be. ‘’Right, right’’

‘’Actually, Adore invited me for some shit today, do you like her?’’

Adore and Scarlet had meet only a few times, Scarlet seemed to not have an opinion on her yet. Yvie’s friend made the girl laugh numerous times, but also made her uncomfortable on making it obvious that she thought Yvie and her should be together. Very discreet, as always.

‘’Yeah, she’s nice’’ Scarlet smiled fondly, comforted by the thought of having somebody near - besides Yvie, of course.

‘’So… Professor Del Rio will host a boring adult party at their house today, Adore is not very much excited because she feels like the trophy girlfriend. And to be honest, Dorey is a party girl, I don’t even know how a mature women like Miss Del Rio got committed to her…’’

‘’They love each other, have you thought about that Einstein?’’

‘’Right, right,’’ Yvie laughed. Scarlet smiled, Yvie’s laugh was one of her favorite sounds as she always used to say. ‘’I didn’t want to go, because it will be very boring… But we need to get you out of here, and I don’t wanna leave Adore alone.’’

‘’I love fancy parties! Free classy champagne is good for your soul. I wish I wasn’t broke so I wouldn’t have to pretend I’m important.’’

‘’Ugh, off course you do… I forgot you have an old lady soul.’’

And the radiant smile came back to Scalet’s semblance, happier than ever.

[…]

Gorgeous, glaring, glamorous. None of these magnificent words were capable of even describing how Scarlet looked when Yvie meet her in the elevator. She was not really joking when she said she loved fancy parties, she clearly loved dressing all classy - while Yvie put together random stuff she had in her wardrobe. The off shoulder white dress, combined with a pearl necklace, and her wavy brown hair falling on one of her shoulders perfectly, her flawless makeup - how her eyes looked even more beautiful, the plump dark red lips… She put on her heart shaped sunglasses - even if it was night:

‘’Wow, you look…. Yvie, you look amazing’’ she shuttered, looking at the girl standing in front of her and biting her lip.

How could she say Yvie looked amazing? When she looked like a brunette reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe? Yvie was wearing her simple dark red dress, blonde wig, and her black Converse, just throwing a black blazer over it because she didn’t have any outfit for that occasion. Yvie thought she was a sloppy girl trying to get at least presentable and that Scarlet looked like a star.

‘’Me? You literally look like a movie star, you are so pretty.’’Yvie complimented getting into the elevator, she couldn’t hide her attraction by Scarlet in that moment. It was true, and even more true was that she was always pretty. From the moment she woke up with her messy hair in the mornings to the classy girl in front of her.

A soft sigh was out of Yvie’s mouth when Scarlet randomly placed her hand on Yvie’s face. ‘’You don’t look like anything else, you look like you… And that’s amazing.’’

Closer, and closer. Scarlet was so close to her that she thought… She thought they were going to kiss. It couldn’t be - it never would be since the elevator stopped right before the tallest girl could say something.

Outside the building, they waited for their Uber. The cold wind was blowing, as a sky with only a few stars because of the city lights above them. It ironically wa pretty romantic weather, and Scarlet’s legs trembled as the cold wind gently came to greet them indicated that she forgot her jacket and was regretting it to her guts…. Yvie got a blazer, but it was not like Scarlet would want it - it would be too awkward.

Scarlet noticed something, and ran to it, leaving Yvie standing there and staring her with the most confused face ever. She could barely run on her white heels, but she did it anyway - picking up carefully a red rose in a bush nearby the building:

‘’Here, my lady’’ she handed the rose to Yvie ‘’it’s pretty like you’’

And yet, she was blushing. Yvie cursed inside, trying to make that heat go off her cheeks, and trying to make that dumb smile get out of her lips: ‘’T-thanks’’

‘’It will look cute with your blazer, hold up’’ the smaller girl tried to place it in her pocket, suddenly touching Yvie’s skin with the touch of a feather ‘’pretty girl’’

Yvie’s blushed cheeks, Scarlet’s lips half open, their eyes staring at each other again… The same feeling they had when they meet, when Yvie caught her singing earlier, in the elevator… And in so many previous times. It was so weird but yet so comfortable, as they were one living in two different bodies.

And in their peaceful inner world, the loud beep on Scarlet’s phone ended all the peace. Their uber driver was fun, and they even let them choose the music. Obviously, Yvie let Scarlet choose, and she chose the same song she was singing in the balcony earlier. It was an entretaining ride, Yvie got so shook with the driver when they said they didn’t know Girl in Red. So listening to her entire discography, they arrived at Bianca’s place.

It truly was extremely different from  the flat they lived in. It was a luxurious big house - such as a professor in Miss Del Rio’s level deservered. It was funny how everyone thought Adore and her were dating for money, when they actually meet on Tinder. Her friend was known for having a lot of Tinder hookups, but never sticking with them. Everything changed when she meet Del Rio, she was the one who scheduled the date at the place she used to live, and then suddenly they started seeing each other more and more. It was so fast, when Yvie saw they were already living together with two dogs. Their love wasn’t something anyone could explain, and their house was beautiful just as their feelings.

Even if people said Bianca was a kind of sugar mommy to her, Adore didn’t care about what people think at all. It was eight PM, and Adore was already drunk. She knew her girlfriend would never be mad at her - she didn’t want Adore to be a hostess as her, she just wanted her sweet girl to have fun. And she was having so much fun, Yvie watched her friend sat at a table drinking wine all alone. Even drunk and wanting to party in that serious party, she was watching her love with a silly smile in her face. It didn’t take much to Yvie for realizing Scarlet was chatting with Bianca while Adore watched them:

‘’Hi, silly bitch,’’ Yvie greeted and took a seat

‘’Hi…’’ Adore answered uninterested, playing with the one single pearl on her necklace ‘’can you believing I’m wearing a boring fancy red dress? But it worth it to see her like this, happy.’’

Their love was so cute. Yvie smiled and looked at Scarlet: she realized she was looking at her with the same intense, the same fire in the eyes. She was so cute when she giggled, or when she tried to search for fancy words in her brain that Yvie knew she practiced in the shower. The grin in her perfect blue eyes was the exact same grin she had earlier, it was such a pretty thing to be seen…

‘’Well, I think I’m not the only one who’s being gay here. And I’m drunk’’ Adore mocked, drunk Adore could be mocking and double the non-sense than regular Adore.

‘’I have no idea what you’re talking about!’’

Yvie tried to ignore Adore’s mockery and focused back on Scarlet - that noticed her look on her and waved. She was trying to be herself around all that important strangers, even if she felt the urge to put her mask on. Yvie’s heart was full with pride, she looked at her with pure pride in her look - she knew Scarlet could feel it.

‘’Yvie, baby, come here!’’

The sudden appearance of the pet name on Scarlet’s voice made Yvie’s heart beat fast, and her stomach get filled with the most colorful and beautiful butterflies. She mumbled an excuse to her drunk friend, and walked to Scarlet with a smirk on her face.

‘’I lost you, we were supposed to be together!’’ she pouted.

‘’I know, I know’’ Yvie laughed and grabbed a glass of wine. Scarlet protested, and Yvie calmed her down: ‘’I’m not getting drunk like Adore tonight, chill’’

‘’You’re not, somebody has to take me home baby’’

There, Yvie could realize she was kinda drunk. That pet name again, chills ran all over Yvie’s body, she wanted more of that.

‘’Aw you get so cute when I call you baby’’ She wrapped her arms on Yvie’s neck, swimming to the soft song playing in the background ‘’let’s dance, I wanna dance with you, you are so soft…’’

Drunk Scarlet was the cutest thing alive. Yvie couldn’t think she was being serious in that state, so she took everything as a joke. A voice inside her told her she was being dumb, and that Scarlet liked her. That voice was wrong, Yvie was too realistic for that.

And a lovely classical music song was playing on background, Yvie couldn’t identify what was that - she was an art hoe, but couldn’t stand classical music. She didn’t want to show Scarlet how fast her heart was beating for her, so she focused on something else. The other adults in the room were just casually chatting and sipping their glasses of wine. They were mature adults, a clean difference between them and Adore, Yvie, and Scarlet was that they drank wine until they got drunk - Scarlet mostly -, and the other people there barely finished their first glass of wine considering that the party was almost ending. Scarlet and Yvie were the only ones dancing, which called their attention.

A witty woman in glasses and blonde hair stopped next to the two girls swimming their bodies together to the soft beat. She looked kinda old, but not that much, and had strong and electric blue eyes that penetrated into anyone’s soul. Scarlet didn’t notice her, she was too focused on slow dancing with that dumb confused thing that was Yvie.

‘’Excuse me, but I couldn’t stop watching you two, you are so beautiful together.’

Everyone whispered in agreement with them, wanting to know more about the new couple in their social circle. The fact they didn’t recognize they were students, and not rich professors, was hilarious. More hilarious than that was the fact that they thought they were a couple, they could never.

Scarlet seemed to be thinking on something, while Yvie was still paralyzed trying to figure out an answer for that.

‘’About how long have you been married?’’

Yvie coughed, that was absurd. Scarlet didn’t even have feelings for her, but the idea of being married to her suddenly gave Yvie butterflies - butterflies she was fighting against since the day they meet.

‘’Actually, we are engaged.’’ Suddenly, Scarlet gave the woman what she wanted to hear. ‘’I love my future wife so much, she’s an important fashion designer you know? I’m so proud’.’

The woman gave her a snobby laugh. ‘’’Yeah, I know that sweetie. But just don’t be like… The hostess girlfriend. Ugh she is really a liability, poor Bianca.’’

That made Yvie’s blood boil. How could she talk like that about Adore? Scarlet realized her anger, and one more time took the speech:

‘’Actually, Adore is a pretty notable girl trying to be a musician. She is genuine, and I’m pretty sure they are in love, just like me and Yvie.’’ She kissed Yvie’s cheek ‘’Aren’t we?’’ 

How could she made Yvie’s body freeze like that?’

‘’Y-yes, we are in love sweetheart!’’

Damn, how she wished that was true.

Coming back to their table, Yvie was very embarrassed, and Scarlet had a playful smile in her face. She looked into Yvie’s eyes, repeating the word ‘’fiancé’’ multiple times as a joke. She wouldn’t be so oblivious if she liked her, that was clearly a joke - Yvie repeat that on her head. She was too scared for letting a girl break her heart when she was so young.

The woman from before now was talking with Bianca, and the hostess was explaining that they were roommates, and students. She looked at them with fear in her eyes, because she was shady about Adore, that was girlfriend from the teacher of the girl she was gossiping to. Yvie only could loud, people like her and Ariel made her want to scream.

Adore’s lipstick was all over the glass when they came back to their table, and she insisted to the waiter that she needed more wine - even if her girlfriend said she couldn’t drink anymore. Bianca was busy all night, and let her alone, Yvie felt bad for leaving her for being with Scarlet.

‘’This shit is fucking boring,’’ she sighed looking at Bianca.

Bianca was talking to the other people in her usual tough but nice way. There didn’t seem to be nothing wrong with her, except for the hickie in her neck, that suddenly was noticed on Adore’s neck too. Yvie tried to read the situation, she knew Adore would never vent about what was happening, she would have to find out herself. Even if that meant leaving Scarlet bored with her phone, probably tweeting something.

Carefully, Yvie approached her without making it a big deal. She knew that if she came all worried and asking many questions, Adore would feel offended and would not reply properly - then she couldn’t help her. Yvie knew her best friend well.

‘’Hi, how’s Bianca tonight?’’’

‘’Well, she used me as her damn toy again and came back to her rich little bitches. I’m just so tired of making out between those stupid parties and then going back to be her perfect little girlfriend. She knows I hate these parties.’’ Adore complained.

‘’Did she made you stay here?’’

‘’No, she also said I could be myself, that she doesn’t care about what the others think. But the truth is that she does, and deep inside I know she wishes I was her perfect girlfriend, a girl to get married to

‘’That’s a supposition’’ Yvie addressed. ‘’You know she loves you, you could be here in your damn pajamas and she wouldn’t mind. I bet their opinions aren’t even close to how much you matter to her’’

‘’Then why she doesn’t kiss me in public?’’ Drunk Adore complained, crossing her arms.

‘’Maybe because whenever you kiss you want to swallow her? You are the horniest bitch I know, you literally would want her to fuck you in the middle of the party. She gives you small kisses, and kisses on the cheek, because it’s appropriate!’’

‘’Ugh, okay mom’’

‘’At least you are getting kisses…’’ Yvie whispered, and sipped her glass of wine.

‘’You only aren’t getting kisses because you are dumb’’

‘’Lies, it’s because she doesn’t like me Adore! She wouldn’t be so oblivious’’

‘’Then if you two have nothing, kiss another girl! Not one of these old ladies to be honest, that’s my thing ho.’’ Adore laughed ‘’We can crash at this party from my college! I was invited, there will be a lot of drugs, but I didn’t go because I ugh, wanted to be with Bianca. Fuck, I really love her.’’

‘’Yeah, tell me something new… Now keep talking’’

‘’Okay okay. We can crash, you can bring the oblivious non-interested bitch too, go kiss her, or another girl’’

‘’Wouldn’t Miss Del Rio be mad?’’

‘’Girl, she literally told me a billion times I could go, or stay in our room watching Netflix if I wanted to… But what I don’t do for love am I right?’’

[…]

Carrying Scarlet on the stairs because the elevator was broken was messy and confused when Yvie was trying to process everything that happened in that party. Considering that the girl on her arms was so drunk, a lot more than when she was at Miss Del Rio’s party. Adore’s decision seemed fun at start, but when it developed they could see the chaos.

The party lights were blinding and colorful, loud music blasting to the speakers - only people with young ears used to that kind of party could handle that, and then Yvie understood why Bianca never came to Adore’s parties. She wondered if Scarlet was feeling grumpy, she had an old lady soul after all. She only had a little pout on her lips when Adore mentioned she was going to find Yvie a girl for making out with. Maybe she wanted to make out with somebody too, that somebody could be Yvie… Especially when Scarlet’s perfect painted lips were so plump and attractive… No, Scarlet would never kiss somebody like her, even if drunk.

But damn, those colorful, beautiful lights looked so good on her. Of course, the first round of alcohol came of them when Yvie was obviously staring at Scarlet - who looked at her playfully grabbing a bottle of vodka with Adore. She also came bringing Soju with her. Not the drink, it was a Korean girl who had that nickname because she literally used to get drunk on Soju in every single party of Adore’s college. Adore told Yvie that story once, how clumsy Soju was, and vaguely mentioned that she was single and that a date could be arranged. She was a very bubbly girl, with tiny freckles in her face - they looked like stars, and so did the glow in her brown eyes.

Soju was really bubbly as mentioned before, even if drunk, and obviously drinking what her nickname was originated of. She tried to make Yvie take a sip, and it was clear that she wasn’t the best fan of alcohol. But Adore smiled to her when she looked away, showing both thumbs as a positive sign as it said ‘’go for it’’. She couldn’t see Scarlet anymore, it was like she never was there - another sign she wasn’t interested in Yvie. Yvie took a sip of the strong alcoholic drink, it burned her whole system as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She barely could breathe.

The girl next to her crackled, laughing drunkenly laugh and placing a hand on her shoulder:

‘’This is very strong, they use it to clean tables at Korea sometimes’’

‘’What the fuck did you put in my drink?’’ Yvie shuttered, cleaning her mouth with her hand ‘’I want more.’’

And she drank more. They drank the whole bottle, in matter of minutes Yvie’s eyes were open, her head was shaking and she only could laugh. The girl with her was ridiculously drunk, dancing to a Lady Gaga song and trying to twerk showing her underwear - that ironically said ‘’juicy’’ - to everyone at the party. Everything seemed fun, Yvie was dancing with Soju trying to make the girl stop trying to twerk, but then she realized…

There was no sign of Scarlet still.

She was starting to get worried. Everything was just blurry flashes in Yvie’s vision, people’s voices were getting louder, and the place more crowded. Finding her was impossible, she even lost Soju in the crowd. She was obviously drunk, and Scarlet was already drunk before that, so the worrying was stronger than the effect alcohol had on her brain. Everything was spinning, she even saw Adore and her voice far away asking what was going on when…

‘’Found you!’’

Yvie’s heart raced. She turned around with the biggest smile, ready to greet Scarlet. But it wasn’t her. Iit was Soju with a happy expression in her face, wrapping her arms around Yvie’s shoulders, she could feel her alcohol breath as she got closer.

‘’Do you want to kiss?’’ Soju mumbled drunk, stumbling at her words.

Even if she shouldn’t, Yvie didn’t think. Soju was a cute girl, and she was very drunk, in that moment the alcohol made her forget about Scarlet - even if she was looking for her desperately seconds ago. She rested her head on Soju’s, making her giggle and pout.

Now, Yvie’s hands pulled her closer. The girl tasted like alcohol, the kiss wasn’t bad - Soju was a really good kisser. But, somehow it just felt wrong, Soju’s lips weren’t the lips she desired, her touch wasn’t the touch she wanted…

Scarlet.

When Soju started to whine in the kiss, and move her hands to Yvie’s waist, the tallest girl pulled away leaving Soju staring at her with the most confused expression. Yvie mumbled an apology, and ran into the crowd. Tying to find Scarlet, trying to find anything, wiping off the lipstick stains she had all over her face desperately. It was a drunk reckless move, she was fine for sure, but Yvie was completely out of her senses.

‘’Ho!’’

And again, it wasn’t who she wanted to hear.

‘’C’mon’’ Adore stopped her ‘’Bea is waiting in the car, she came to pick us up. You were so busy with Soju that you didn’t saw the mess Scarlet was, I’m a mess too’’ she burped ‘’apparently my girlfriend is by babysitter hah.’’

Yvie stared at her confused. The whole path to Bianca’s car was a blank to her, she just got into her senses again when she saw Scarlet: hair all messed, her pearl necklace was gone, and one of her heels was broken. She sighed in relief when Scarlet held her tenderly. She smelled like alcohol, but Yvie could still smell her perfume - it smelled like fresh spring roses, Yvie loved to smell it all around their apartment.

It was so nice to have her around again. Yvie didn’t knew if it was because she was drunk, or because she really feared losing Scarlet - her mind traveled to the worse places while she was looking for her.

‘’Where were you?’’

‘’I got into a cat fight with Rajah, and she broke my necklace and one of my heels’’ Scarlet mumbled ‘’I lost!’’she pouted

Yvie laughed at her pouty lips: ‘’you could’ve called me sweetheart’’

‘’You were… busy’’

What did she meant? Yvie was ready to say something when Bianca’s voice interrupted her:

‘’If drunk Juliet and well… Juliet stop babbling, I’ll give you children the instructions. I’ll sleep with this little adorable sleepy mess here’’ she pointed to Adore already sleeping on her lap ‘’there’s already somebody in the other room, so you two are going to share a bed’’

They always shared a bed, so that wouldn’t be a problem. But Scarlet placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled playfully. Yvie was too tired, the alcohol hype was gone, and now she only could feel her body heavier and heavier. Scarlet didn’t say one word, she just kept her hand there, rubbing her thumb on her shoulders and whispering something to herself.

The whole path to Bianca’s house was chill, considering that she was the only responsible person there, and was driving them to a safe home… Yvie never was more grateful for having her as Adore’s girlfriend. Mainly because her house had food, and Yvie and Scarlet completely forgot about buying groceries.

Adore looked cute all asleep on Bianca’s arms when they left the car. The oldest woman went straight for their room for putting her to sleep, but gave Yvie and Scarlet all the instructions:  ‘’…And if you are going to do nasty stuff… Be quiet, this princess needs some sleep! And so does her queen.’’ she kissed Adore’s forehead.

Yvie never blushed so hard.

After eating something, and taking separate showers, they were ready for bed. Yvie had difficulty walking, her toes still stumbling and losing control. Scarlet was in bed already in one of Bianca’s nightdresses - Yvie optated for one of Adore’s band shirts, they fit her better. She was scrolling on her phone, looking at Yvie with the corner of her eye.

‘’You look cute,’’ she mumbled, she seemed… Angry?

Fuck. She must have find out Yvie had a crush on her. Yvie was ready to lose it.

Scared, she lied down the bed trying to approach Scarlet. The brown haired girl had a furious expression on her face, she didn’t even wanted to make eye contact with Yvie. After that moment in the car, she seemed to get angrier and angrier.

‘’That girl Soju is so oblivious, she tweeted about kissing you…’’ Scarlet complained, tapping her red nails in the back of her phone.

Silence remained on Yvie’s mouth as she tried to turn off the lamp.

‘’Don’t.’’

‘’Uh, okay…’’ Yvie shuttered ‘’Scarlet are you okay? What happened?’’

‘’What happened? Fuck, Yvie Oddly, you are so…’’

‘’What’s going on?’’

She was so confused. Scarlet didn’t let her resting bitch face, and kept scrolling on her phone.

‘’Tell me, Scar, what’s going on?’’

‘’Can you take it?’’ she split the words angrily.

Yvie bite her lip: ‘’Y-yes’’

‘’Okay then’’

And Scarlet’s body was over hers. Her perfect bright eyes staring at Yvie’s again, but the trance was broken even before it start, Yvie couldn’t see anything when Scarlet was kissing her: just stars, billions of them. She cupped her face with both hands, rubbing her thumb on Yvie’s cheek and kissing her with more intensity. Scarlet’s lips were soft as she thought, she was rough, but still tender when she kissed her - like a thunderstorm, and a rainbow after it. It felt… Right.

When they broke the kiss, both with no air, none of them could say a thing. They just stared at each other, and kissed again. Yvie couldn’t stop smiling with her hands on Scarlet’s soft hair, being careful as she petted it. Scarlet was delicate as a rose to her, she would never be rough with her, it was more of a tender kiss than a rough one - even if Scarlet was not so tender in some moments, she was angry after all.

‘’Wow’’

Scarlet laughed when they broke the kiss, completely baffled.

‘’You are so original, you don’t seem like the kind of girl who says ‘wow’ after a kiss…’’

‘’You don’t seem like the kind of girl who would kiss me…’’

Now she sat in the bed, looking mad again and crossing her arms: ‘’Bitch, I literally am showing you I like you since the start. I fucking like you, Yvie, you never realized?’’

Now Yvie was baffled.

‘’I-I… I thought everything but that’’

‘’Yeah, and I’ve been trying to call your attention. But then you literally kiss another one, that’s why I left all suddenly. I couldn’t bear seeing that…’’

‘’I’m sorry, I hated it, kissing you was…’’

‘’A lot better, I know. My lips are very attractive,’’ Scarlet bragged. ‘’But sorry for the sudden kiss, it’s okay if you wanna be just friends, I realized you don’t like me… You never responded to any of my signs’’

‘’I never saw them, I’m an useless lesbian. Dumb gay. But…’’

‘’Yeah I know, you don’t need to like me back…’’

‘’No! I-I… I like you too, Scar. Fuck… I LIKE YOU SO MUCH’’ she yelled in excitement ‘’I just took so long for realizing… I’’

Scarlet smiled, and her smile was the prettiest thing. Yvie was blessed for seeing that once again: ‘’Fuck, the way you’re so clumsy is the cutest thing. I don’t wanna be sappy right now I’m still kinda drunk, so let’s go sleep?’’

‘’Talk to you in the morning, no more dumb Yvie.’’

‘’Preach!’’ she giggled.

When Yvie turned off the light, she heard Scarlet’s soft light baby voice. The voiced she used for convincing her to do things, most of the time:

‘’Cuddle me?’’

Yvie giggled, of course she would. And now she was allowed to feel her feelings, and to go to sleep with the biggest smile on her face.

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