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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 5 months

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ok here i go full hc prompt🥳🤩🤩

m6 in the ✨✋Future🤚✨ or at least to them, relatively, from their medievaissance-y mixed bag nonspecified time period to something resembling our times! i personally like to consider it still Their World, fictional, which just progressed to look like ours now (it literally makes zero difference to anybody except the inner machinations of my annoying ass but yeah ifykyk) basically yknow shooting a medieval peasant into 2023 & giving him mountain dew type beat

The Arcana HCs: M6 in the Future

~ @tetsuooooooooooo this was so much fun, thank you for sending it in and I hope you enjoy these!! ~

-- for headcanon purposes, MC is from the future and is tasked with taking care of M6 during their 24 hours there --

Julian

It takes him less than two minutes to figure out where (read: when) he is and his response is nothing short of enthusiastic

Please, he's been around the world, and he's got a delightful guide, and he really, really wants to know if his theories about leeches ended up being correct

He actually gets a little emotional when a quick google search shows him how wrong he was and you end up having to take him exploring to cheer him up and distract him from his failures

You have a really hard time explaining to him that clinics don't allow doctors without medical degrees to waltz in and observe random patients getting treatments

You take him to see a movie and he's transfixed

The screen is so big. The actor's faces are so clear. The drama is so much more than anything he could have imagined. And they come with music?? Hums the soundtrack for the rest of the day

If you show him that one version of Jurassic Park with Jeff Goldblum in it Julian will imitate him sporadically afterwards

Enjoys fast food way more than he should. Especially instant noodles. Will spend half an hour trying to pack some to take back

Fascinated by the concept of typing

You hit a button to make the next letter appear instead of writing it? But MC, this means that everything he wants to communicate through text could be easily readable. Imagine!

Freaks out a bit when you try to take him in a car. He's surprisingly comfortable in a metro, though, so you'll have to do with public transportation and bicycles

Oh yeah, he loves bicycles. He only crashed into three trees, a wall, and a stranger's parked car before getting the hang of it

He's convinced that earbuds don't actually play music, they just trick your brain into thinking that you can hear it

Almost exploded when you gave him coldbrew coffee

Asra

They know instantly that they're in a different version of reality. Sure, they've never traveled through time, but they've traveled through plenty of other dimensions

He's the least ruffled, and unfortunately, the least impressed. Don't get him wrong, this looks super cool, but this isn't any more otherworldly to him than the otherworldly places he's already been

Wants to go on a food tour immediately. Not the nice stuff though

No, they want the questionable food. The is-this-going-to-make-me-regret-existing food. The food that, if it was shown in an anime, would be pixelated and have threatening auras around it

So chill about what you tell him to do it's almost concerning

"Here Asra, climb into this four-wheeled hunk of metal that can travel over 100 miles an hour and hold yourself in with a single fabric strap while I pilot this through hundreds of other things just like it, driven by people we don't know and can't predict."

"Cool. Where do I put Faust?"

Don't tell them about edibles unless you want them to spend their day hunting some down and absolutely going to town on them

You swear you saw his hair stand on end the first time he tried popping candy

When you took them to get their radioactive meal (a.k.a. the closest fast food chain with the fewest ethical violations) they insisted on picking up one of every sauce packet to try them all

... and when he saw a nine-year-old mixing two different fountain drinks, he of course grabbed the largest cup available and went down the line so he could taste all of them at once too

You've never seen them this jittery and sugar high, so of course the next place to go is a trampoline park, with the bright lights and loud music and bodies hurtling through the air

He should not be getting the amount of air time that he does

Has a meltdown over modern fluffy blankets. They're so soft

Nadia

Gobsmacked. As in, she's a highly intelligent woman, and therefore able to really wrap her head around what she's seeing

The future!! She's in the future, Arcana help her

But she's got you and she adores you and she knows she can trust you so she's going to be okay. That said, start explaining. Now.

First things first: how's the infrastructure? She can't see any canals or aqueducts. Or fireplaces or lanterns, for that matter, what do you do for light? And cooking? (Cooking uses fire, right?)

Literally cannot walk past anything new without stopping to try to figure out how it works and if there's a way to recreate it herself

Bicycles on a rack? She's spinning the pedal and trying to figure out the balancing dynamics of two-wheeled movement

Almost lost it when she found out that it was possible to lift the hood of a car and look at the engine inside that makes it go. You decided to take her on public transportation instead

Which turned into all kinds of excited brainstorming about public carriages, and gondolas built for 20 people ferrying people along the aqueducts, and new and terrifying uses for the catacombs

Wasn't very impressed with the fashion she saw

She knows what good quality cloth looks like. This is a women who grew up in silks and fine linens, polyester does not impress her

Except for the stretchiness. She does like that

The perfume counter, on the other hand, takes up a good hour and a half of her time. She's smelled plenty of fine scents before, but she's never been in a shop where she could sniff so many at a time

This one smells like Prakra. This one smells like Vesuvia. This one smells like the beach. This one smells like the woods. This one ...

Yeah, it was an excellent opportunity to take a nap, if you're the napping sort. You wake up to her testing perfumes on you because she ran out of space on herself

Gets so frustrated when you explain your government setup to her

Muriel

Oh no, please be very gentle with him

He likes to live in the woods because it is peaceful and quiet and it's one place he doesn't stand out in

He stands out in this place very, very much and he doesn't like it

Refuses to leave the room he appeared in until his appearance is as unremarkable as possible (which is not easy to do, by the way, the man is a mountain. modern clothes in his size are hard to find)

Does not want to go in the car. It's way too fast and it makes him seasick when he closes his eyes to shut it out

Buses are somehow easiest - they feel the least claustrophobic when they're not crowded and it's rude to stare on them

You two end up going to a natural history museum in the middle of a weekday when hardly anybody is there, and he lights up

There are so many animals, and there are enough other people in the world who find those animals interesting that they gathered so much knowledge people had to make a building to hold it all

Has never heard evolutionary theory before and is fascinated by it

Once he starts talking, it's hard for him to stop

He's not being loud at all - you can only hear him so clearly because you two are holding hands so he can't lose you - but he's being quietly submerged in his own special interest and he loves it

He just wishes there weren't so many skeletons. But he's glad the species they belonged to aren't forgotten this way

Long story short, Muriel's inner Nerd is unleashed and he goes hoarse from the amount of murmuring he does all day

Does not like getting food in public. Does not like eating food in public. Does not like being publicly perceived. As soon as it gets into afternoon and it gets busy, he wants to go home

Which is where you show him what the internet is and he's in awe

People can work from home? People can make friends without leaving their house?? People can talk without being seen???

Portia

Spends five minutes hopping in place and squealing into her clothes to let out her nerves and excitement before you can decide what to do

Then insists on taking half an hour to hear you describe every single fun or interesting thing to do so she can make a list

Yes, she's determined to hit every single one in one day

First things first: food. Take her to a cafe and watch her sigh over all the baked goods and sugar-loaded caffeine beverages

Then (if there is one nearby) a mall, so she can see all the stuff that people buy so they can have the lifestyle they do. You have to drag her out of both Bath & Body Words and Bed, Bath, & Beyond

Please, it's full of fluffy fuzzy things and good smelling mystery goo, she wants to live in it also what do you mean "no stopping at the pet store", what even is a "pet store" -

Oh. OH -

You will have to physically pull her away before she adopts all the kittens. She does cry about it later, just a for a bit, they're so cute

Next is a library and cafe, of course, because she lives for books

This place is way bigger than the Palace library! The one in the Palace is just a large room, this is a whole building!! And people get to come here, whenever they want, just to read, for free?! What?!

You had to remind her about the "no loud noises in the library" rule several times. She's doing her best, she's just passionate

Completely demolishes her first chocolate croissant

Goes feral at the amusement park she has you take her to afterwards. This woman is an adrenaline fiend. You're cursing the pop up add for it by the fourth consecutive free fall ride

The only way to get her to leave is to tell her that one of her favorite stories was turned into a movie and that you'd have to go home to watch it. Don't take her to Target to get snacks. She'll disappear

Flicks the lightswitch 30 times in a row because she can

Lucio

He's immediately panicking. Not because he's in the future, no, but because of what it's done to his arm

It's changed. It's not running on magic any more. The only way to resolve his design is for it to be some kind of high-tech electrical prosthetic that even modern scientists would have difficulty with

Once he's adjusted to using it, you're good to go

Lights up like a firework the first time he rides in a car

MC. MC how fast does it go. MC that's a very high number. MC, he wants to drive. Please. Please! Pleeeaaaassssseeee

DO NOT LET HIM DRIVE.

Makes you pull over after seeing ads for Sephora because he's convinced that he could pull off that eye makeup even better

Tries every single makeup sampler and then gets offended when one of the poor employees suggests an anti-aging cream

Him? Aged?? How dare they - oh wait that really does brighten his eyes. He'll take ten, please, they're so small, they can't cost much -

You'll have to pull him out before he sees you use a credit card, because once he does he's going to keep asking to use it and you're not sure he understands why maxing it out is a bad thing

His arm does run out of battery at one point, which does cause some panic. All of a sudden he's stuck with a limp hunk of metal swinging from his shoulder, it's not ideal

You're able to find the retractable charging cable on the side and plug him in, but then he's stuck sitting in the same spot for two hours and a bored Lucio is a dangerous Lucio

There is a solution to this, of course. You can give him an iPad with games on it. He won't move a muscle after that

The caveat is that he will turn into an iPad kid and get glued to every single screen he sees afterwards. You don't know how to fix it

Falls in love with vending machines and tries Cheetos because the leopard on them looks cool. Develops an artificial cheese addiction

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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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clumsy

summary: you're extremely clumsy. Steven worries. Marc finds it amusing. Jake gets protective. But they all love you for it nonetheless.

tags: pure fluff, oneshot, boyf!Steven & Marc & Jake, gn!reader (no pronouns/descriptions in place), cute slice of life moments, some comedic humor with Khonshu, bc I am a student in London ofc I had to add in English lingo/London tingz, please do not take as accurate portrayal of DID by any means

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Steven worries for you. Endlessly.

He knows you’re a capable adult. You’re wicked smart, hard to trick, quick to respond with a sassy comment. But you’re extremely clumsy. He still remembers how the way the two of you first met was because you tripped and nearly fell onto an exhibit piece. Having just finished his shift, Steven was exhausted but his reflexes kicked in as his left arm quickly wrapped around your waist, stopping you from hitting the floor.

Your eyes remained closed, bracing for the harsh impact of the floor, but instead all you felt was… someone’s warm arm wrapped around your waistline.

“A-are you alright?” a soft British voice asked you, your eyes slowly opening to be met with a gorgeous curly haired man with a name tag pinned onto his shirt. Steven, it read.

“I- yeah, thank you. I didn’t mean to fall but I was distracted.” you sheepishly added, looking away from the handsome man’s gaze. You must’ve looked like such a fool, you berated yourself. Unbeknownst to you, he was mesmerized by the way the fading sunlight was illuminating your face, your smile hesitant but pure and your voice even sweeter to hear.

“Yes, the exhibits are truly fascinating-” he started, only to be cut off.

“I was actually looking at the guide dog.” you interrupted, pointing to the golden retriever across the room. “But these ancient exhibits are interesting too! I just wish I had a tour guide or something because reading all this printed information on four hours of sleep is really difficult.” you quickly added, making Steven chuckle.

“I-I could show you around, if you’d like.”

Steven had no idea where the sudden courage came from, but he didn’t want to clamber onto the tube and go back to his empty flat quite yet. He wanted to stay here, with you, listen to you ramble about the most innocuous things. He nervously fiddled with the edge of his jacket, thinking he had perhaps crossed the line, but all you did was smile even wider.

“Really? Are you sure? I mean there’s only half an hour before closing so-”

“It’s no problem, really.”

“Thank you, Steven.”

“No problem….” he trailed off, waiting for you to fill your name in.

“(Y/n).”

“(Y/n). Nice to meet you. So if you look closely upon this carving, you’ll see that it’s a depiction of Anubis. Anubis is the protector of the dead in Egyptian mythology…”

That had been six months ago and now you had moved into his flat, your hoodies carelessly folded over the couch and your mismatched socks stuffed precariously into his drawers. He wouldn’t have it any other way though - being able to come home to you each night and to have your face be the first thing he sees every day (more or less given that both of you had hectic schedules) made even the worst days much brighter for him. It also helped that living together meant he could keep an eye on you more: it wasn’t uncommon for you to have shown up to dates, prior to moving in, with a sprained wrist, a small bruise on your arm, a twisted ankle… All from (badly) doing regular things.

You were just so clumsy and out of them all, Steven worried the most. He carried plasters with him everywhere, in addition to filling one of his drawers to the brim with first aid supplies (which had the additional benefit of being of use to Marc or Jake after a night out, he supposed). He would be the first to drop all his books and come rushing by your side if he heard something drop or shatter, his first priority never being about the damaged item but your wellbeing. He didn’t care that you’d shattered three mugs since moving in or that you’d nearly given yourself a concussion from tripping over a package you were too lazy to pick up. Your clumsiness never annoyed him, though it just made him worry endlessly and be on high alert whenever you decided to do something even remotely dangerous.

“Ah, shit.”

You were sucking on the edge of your slightly burnt thumb for less than two seconds when Steven came rushing into the room, the sound of metal hitting the floor followed by your cursing forcing him to sprint out of bed and come to your aid. His hands carefully cradled your left hand, examining it in the dim yellow light of the kitchen, whilst you rolled your eyes playfully in protest.

“Stevennnnn, the cookies!” you attempted to pull away from him but his grip was iron tight.

“You’re far more important than the sweets, love. Hold on.”

Turning off the oven, he pulled out a pack of plasters from the top shelf, ordering for you to run your thumb under cold water in the mean time. Afterwards, he carefully dried off your finger (being ever so careful to ask you to tell him if it was hurting as he applied pressure) and bandaged it nicely with a soft kiss to your hand. The action made your heart flutter.

“Thanks, Steven.” you kissed him gently, an action which still made him blush.

“No problem, darling.”

“... Are the cookies okay though?” you pouted, pulling away from his embrace to check inside the oven. Steven’s hands quickly landed on your shoulders, pulling you backwards in an instant.

“Hold on, love. Let me get the cookies out, alright? Don’t want you to burn yourself again.” he lightly teased, putting on oven gloves. You sighed - admittedly, that was probably the best thing to do anyways. Steven was the one to carefully take the cookies off of the baking sheet with a spatula as you arranged them neatly into stacks into the plastic container, carefully balancing one of the cookies on top of your palm so you could feed it to Steven. He smiled, gently biting into the dessert, a pleasant hum leaving his lips.

“Any good? It’s a new recipe.”

“It’s marvelous, love. Very sweet. Only second to you.”

“Well it was a team effort, I’d say. I bake and… you make sure I don’t burn the flat down. Or burn myself.” you added, taking a bite of the cookie as well. “Seriously, don’t you get tired of having to treat minor injuries for me so often?”

Steven shook his head sideways, kissing you softly again - his lips still had the remnants of coconut and chocolate, with a hint of raspberry.

“Never.”

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Marc, on the other hand, finds your clumsiness endlessly amusing.

He wouldn’t hesitate to pull you away from a burning pot or to help you stand up if you fell, of course. But unlike Steven who worried endlessly, waiting anxiously by your side as you cooked or cleaned, he found your daring efforts amusing and fun. Especially when he’d be able to tease you afterwards, see the adorable way in which your face would crinkle up in embarrassment, thereby giving him an excuse to kiss away the sour expression from your face.

Juggling trying to retain whatever was ‘normal’ for Steven with a mercenary’s life and an Egyptian god constantly bothering him in the background, there was something so comforting and normal about watching you. His favorite sight in the world was whenever you’d stay up late waiting for him to get home then fall asleep on the sofa, your face smushed into the cushions, your chest rising in soft breaths as you slept. Being able to carry you back to bed, after arranging the pillows and blankets to be as comfortable as they could, before falling into the sheets with you was how he wished every day could be.

His heart burned for you. And amongst the millions of things he loved about you, above all, it was your heart - your never ending desire to help others, your generosity, your need to always give back to others. He even saw one time that you’d scheduled various anniversaries into your phone, each day color coded and neatly organized - he pretended to have not seen the first month anniversary notification and acted surprised a week later when you pulled out a pair of tickets to a new musical. His right arm never left your waist as you clung to him afterwards, the uneven cobblestoned streets of London making walking (especially as you were drunk) ever more difficult.

“Oh!” you suddenly stopped walking, causing Marc to almost tip over to the side at the suddenness and force with which you stopped walking. Cautious, he quickly surveyed the surroundings, expecting you to have seen something to make you nervous. “Remind me to take out the cake I have in the fridge before Marc gets home.”

His heart was overflowing with warmth as he chuckled quietly, brushing away your hair from your face so he could better see it under the moonlight.

“Baby, I am Marc.”

You simply hummed in response, his reply not seemingly registering in your brain for a few moments before your eyes widened in shock.

“You are! No, now I ruined the surprise.” you dramatically flailed your arms, almost falling over as you took a misstep. Marc’s reflexes were fast, quickly pulling you into his chest as a black cab rushed by.

“Careful, angel. Almost got run over by London traffic.”

Gently walking you towards the other side of the street, Marc was vigilant to keep you away from the side facing the open traffic all the way until the two of you reached the flat. Opening the door took several tries as you insisted on being useful and opening it yourself, but you kept on dropping the key or using the wrong key for the door.

“Just help the little human already.” Khonshu grumbled from the background, his arms crossed and his tone unamused. But Marc didn’t care. There was something so cute about seeing you get frustrated, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you tried over and over again to open the door. When Marc eventually stepped in and opened it in one try, you threw your arms around him, kissing his face and calling him your hero, causing him to accidentally knock against the kitchen counter with a mug falling and shattering on the floor as a result.

“My clumsy baby. What will I ever do with you…” he commented against your lips, the pads of his thumbs drawing circles on your face.

“Perhaps you could begin by cleaning up the filth on the floor.”

Marc was about to chastise the god when your head suddenly whipped around to the tall creature.

“Shut it, birdie! It was a mistake.”

“... You can see me?” the god’s voice changed from annoyance to one of surprise, clearly having underestimated your abilities to perceive beyond the mortal world.

“Yes! And you need to stop being so mean to Steven, he’s a good boy.”

The god was baffled into silence as Marc let out a wild laugh at your antics, hugging you closer to his chest.

God, he loved you.

The sound of the door finally unlocking snapped him out of his memories, his thoughts running wild when you finally stepped out of the bathroom, nervously pulling at the ends of the fabric whilst looking yourself over in the mirror repeatedly. He knew you were meeting with your best friend’s fiancee tonight and that you want to make ‘the best impression possible.’ His throat immediately ran dry, his eyes hungrily drinking in your figure whilst you took his silence to be a bad thing.

“Oh no, does it look bad on me? Is it too much? Should I change? I can grab-”

A swift kiss to your lips, firm but still gentle, cut your rambling off.

“You look perfect, baby. Now you have to leave if you want to catch your Uber on time.”

“Right.” you smiled against his lips. Quickly fixing your hair in the mirror one last time and grabbing your bag - quickly shoving your phone inside - you raced to the front door in your socks, knocking over a pile of books that the god had been skimming through for the past few hours.

“I’m so sorry, Khonshu!” you felt horrible, knowing that he’d been skimming over the books for hours, as you dropped onto your knees and began to pick them up one by one. The god let out a displeased sigh - at this point, the god had come to oddly respect you and care for you in his own right. But even so, he couldn’t help but marvel at your clumsiness. It was unlike anything else he’d ever seen.

Marc was quick to arrive by your side, gently coaxing you away from the pile of books.

“It’s alright, baby, you go ahead. I’ll clean this up.”

Apologizing fervently again, you planted one last kiss on Marc’s lips before hurriedly exiting the flat, the force with which you slammed the door causing the flat to shake. Shaking his head sideways in amusement, Marc quickly went about picking up the books as the god watched from above him.

“I sincerely do not understand how one mortal can both perceive the higher realms whilst struggling to maintain basic balance and hand-eye coordination.”

Marc chuckled.

“It’s a mystery to me too.”

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Jake didn’t worry for you nor did he find your clumsiness amusing.

No, seeing you trip, knock over, cut yourself accidentally or drop things made his protective side kick in, his body immediately wrapping around yours and shielding you from whatever danger was created. It was a bit much at times, causing even Marc and Steven to complain - “they’re London cyclists, Jake, they’re supposed to go a bit fast” - but Jake didn’t care. He hated to see you in pain, to see any markings or discoloration on your pretty skin, so it was primal instinct to be protective around you.

Sometimes you’d pout when he’d seat you away from an open flame or insist on holding your hand in open streets, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t the best with words - like Steven - nor with spending quality time with you - like Marc - so his love for you spilled over in his actions. Jake was fiercely protective of you, unafraid to snap, push or get a little violent with people if they could ever hurt you. Or if they flirted with you.

As Jake eyed the menu of the small cafe nestled in the corner of the bookstore, your order memorized like the back of his hand, he missed your figure leaving his side as a certain book cover on the top shelf caught your eye. Having decided what to order, he returned his gaze to his side to ask you if you’d like the usual, before he realized that you were no longer next to him. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, seeing that you’d opted to climb up a ladder to reach a book on the top shelf in the historical fiction section.

His brain immediately flashed with numerous scenarios of what could go wrong - you’d fall off the ladder, hit your head on a sharp corner and get a concussion, get a paper cut from flipping through too quickly - and Jake was quick to abandon his place in line, only to be cut off by another man accidentally walking into you as you stepped off the ladder. Engrossed in whatever was written on the back cover of the book, you hadn’t seen the man blocking your pathway who was now apologizing to you profusely.

“I’m terribly sorry for that.” the man kept repeating his apologies, bending down to retrieve your fallen book. Jealousy coursed through Jake’s veins upon realizing that the man was objectively good looking, his brown hair well styled, his prim suit indicating that he probably held a well off, stable job. It was one of Jake’s insecurities - the fact that he (or Marc or Steven for that matter, but especially him) could not offer you a ‘normal’ life free of violence, doomsdays and existential threats. And the way you keep giggling and entertaining the man’s quips caused his stomach to twist and anger to bubble up in his chest, his fists clenching by his sides. Jake wasn’t thinking when he stormed up to where you were standing and pulled you right against him, lacing your fingers with his.

“Mi corazón, we should leave now if we want to catch the bus in time.” his voice was sweet when speaking to you but his glare to the man was deadly, who was now shifting uncomfortably under Jake’s stare. Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Oh, but Spencer was just about to tell me-”

You weren’t able to finish your sentence nor get your book back from Spencer as Jake quickly dragged you away, leaving the brunette man confused and alone with your book. Jake was silent for a few moments, simply dragging you behind him as you hurried your pace in an effort to keep up with him amongst the busy crowds of pedestrians.

“What was that for?” you pouted.

Jake stopped, dropping your hand before letting out a curt sigh.

“That bastardo was flirting with you. Plus, he could’ve hurt you by knocking into you while you were stepping off a ladder.”

The mix of jealousy and insecurity dripping from his voice caused your expression to soften, your delicate hands coming up to cup his face.

“It’s sweet of you to worry, Jake, but I’m fine, see? Also, even if he was flirting, I would never be interested in him. Not when I have the most handsome, caring and amazing boyfriends by my side.”

His anger slowly dissipated, your lips meeting his in a gentle manner, which he was quick to turn into a full out steamy makeout session by pinning you against the brick wall of the alleyway. You laughed against his lips at his eagerness as a small smirk spreads across his lips.

“You’re mine, mi amor, aren’t you?” he growled.

“All yours, Jake... But I did really want to buy that book so you’ll have to make it up to me.”

He kisses you again, his intoxicating mix of sandalwood and fresh leather flooding your senses.

“Of course. I’ll buy you that book. And anything else you’d ever want.”

“Can I open my eyes now?” you whined, the blindfold placed on your eyes having meant you’d been led in complete darkness for the past ten minutes. Based on the attire you were told to wear and the soft feeling of grass and dirt underneath your feet, you had a feeling you were in a hilly area or a park, but you had no idea why you were here or what Jake had planned for date night. Jake simply chuckled in response.

“In a minute.”

A few rustles of paper and the sound of fabric being straightened out, then he carefully took off the blindfold from your eyes, revealing the gorgeous sight in front. A hastily sprung out picnic basket laid out with white and red checkered squares, pinned to the grassy floor with a few glass candles. Two wine glasses and a bottle of wine sat in the middle. It was intimate and small, yet so beautifully done, you felt your heart squeeze in appreciation as you looked up at Jake’s face (which was uncharacteristically shy and withdrawn in this instance).

“Sorry for the... rather messy presentation. Steven and Marc helped with a few things but I’m usually not very good with these things, so-”

“It’s perfect.” you cut him off quickly, grabbing his hands and squeezing them in reassurance. “Thank you, thank you all so much. This is just… the best thing I could’ve asked for on our sixth month anniversary.”

Jake’s shoulders quickly relaxed, a sly smirk appearing on his face.

“Oh, just wait until you see, mi vida, what we have planned for you.”

As Jake sat down next to you, you popped open the wine bottle and began to pour him a glass, accidentally spilling some onto his pants.

“Shit! I’m so sorry-” you quickly placed down the drinks, searching for some tissues and water to help rub out the stain. But Jake simply couldn’t care, choosing instead to admire you: the way your eyes glittered in the moonlight or the way the faint glow of the candles below carved your face in shadows.

“God, I’m just so clumsy, did we bring any tissues? Or I can run down to a nearby-” you continued to ramble, becoming silent only when Jake's hand reached out for yours, wrapping around your wrist and setting you back down on to the floor.

“It’s alright, mi amor. Just sit and enjoy this night with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

And as the two of you sat in silence, the object in his left pocket felt heavier than ever.

“Thank goodness the wine didn’t spill onto the ring.” Steven remarked.

“Though, that would have been very (Y/n)-esque to do.” Marc added.

And as he tore his gaze away from the night sky and onto you, all Jake could think about was how much he wanted to spend to spend the rest of his life with you. Even through all the falls, bruises, wine spills, forgotten items and cuts you’d rack up along the way.

a/n: sooo basically I haven't posted any fics since Aug of 2020. Whew. So posting this is pretty nervewracking for me. Sorry if this fic wasn't the best, I am a little rusty. Not sure if any of my older followers are reading this but if you stuck around, thank you!

As for everyone else, please let me know if you enjoyed by liking/commenting/reblogging - if the feedback is positive I may write more in this fandom :)

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bisexuallsokka · 9 months

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“I was ready to fight for us. I was ready to find a way, any way for us to work. And you were the one who ran away when it got too hard!” “That’s not what happened and you know it!” Sokka snaps. “It was never going to work, and it was stupid to keep pretending otherwise! I’m sorry Zuko, I am, but just because you are the Fire Lord, just because we– we were in love, everything wasn’t going to magically fall into place.” Zuko still has a stubborn expression on his face. There are angry tears in his eyes when he says, “We could’ve figured it out. We could’ve…been us. We could’ve had a good life together.” “Yeah, well, I guess we won’t ever know.” (or, the twenty years between Zuko and Sokka breaking up and finally getting together again, shown in 5 times they don’t say goodbye, +1 time they don’t have to)

here is my divorced zukka fic that i have been working on for fifty million years <3 as I mention in the notes of the fic, i borrowed some iconic lines from some iconic fictional divorced couples that I am listing under the read more

Part one:

"We could’ve been us." - Good Omens season two

"We could’ve had a good life together" - Brokeback Mountain

Part two:

Everything from: “I just…maybe we should talk about,” Zuko gestures between the two of them, “this. I feel like there’s some things I wouldn't mind saying. And explaining.” to “We gave it a go” is adapted from a TomShiv moment in the last season of Succession.

Part three:

"Sometimes I miss you so much I can hardly stand it." - Brokeback Mountain

Part four:

"I love you" / "It’ll pass" - Fleabag

"I love you" / "I know" - Empire Strikes Back

i'm a fool who didn't keep a list of everything i used as i went, so if you think i missed anything please let me know!! again i am in no way trying to pass these as my own lines

#zukka #divorced zukka #atla fanfiction #zuko #sokka #izumi #my writing #something is seriously wrong w the author of this fic smh #okay for real please read this i have been working on it for four months and. i love it. the angst. the divorce. the everything #it has a happy ending!! i promise!#just dont think about anything that happens after shhh #if nothing else read it for izumi

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readychilledwine · 8 months

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Requiem for a Dream

Part 3: Change

(Two months into Rhysand's Return home)

Rhysand and Rhiannon are still walking around their sexual tension, but our high lord has finally decided enough is enough. After a month of lingering touching, glances, and true re-courtship, he wants his mate in his bed.

Warnings - Smut, NSFW, D/S dynamics (daddy/Princess and sex slave/master) ownership kink, praise kink, oral (F Recv), not edited. Minors- DNI

A/N - This is kind of that last step before the peak of Rhys, in reality, reclaiming his sexual being, which is a journey a lot of SA survivors go through. While everyone's journey is different and models different patterns, I felt Rhysand's NEEDED to show aspects of regaining domination and control, and I do not feel that was truly shown or touched on by SJM.

Rhiannon's character, at this point, may not be for everyone. She is very submissive due to her own trauma and back story I crafted for her. Let me know your thoughts, feelings, if you want more, have gripes. Also, the song in mind is "Change (In the House of Flies)" by Deftones. The theme to one of my absolute favorite movie sex scenes in history.

Author ps - as an active member of the kink scene, I see festish written on here, but it never comes with this warning and when we do not know who is reading our stories, I feel like it needs to be said.

Please DO NOT ENGAGE IN BDSM with a partner you do not fully trust. BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, all varieties, and sex in general need to be based on trust and the care for each other's emotional well-being. You all deserve the best, give yourselves the ability to have that 💜 love yourself enough to WANT and NEED to have that.

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Part One Part Two Part Four

Rhys had convinced Rhiannon to join him for dinner alone in the River House. They ate in silence, hands held over the table. They were dressed casually. She was wearing a dark plum sweater that went down to her mid thigh, tight black leggings and fuzzy socks. Rhysand had on a cream sweater with casual pants.

He had asked the twins to make her favorite meal. Elk steaks, potatoes with gravy, greens, and homemade bread and butter. He had personally flown into Velaris, arriving at a sweet shop his mate absolutely loves, asking if they had her favorite cupcakes available that day. They had made them for him, without hesitation as he did some other shopping for her. She was eyeing them with a sparkle he had not seen from her since his arrival home. But after all, what female could possibly resist the imported vanilla and sea salt caramel this bakery used.

"When were you going to call on the bargain with Feyre? I'm worried about her powers eating her alive." Rhys looked at Rhiannon. "He won't train her. She needs to be with someone who will."

Rhys nodded. "I assume the realm gave you that information?" She nodded. "I would like to ensure my own home and court are on a stable foundation before bringing her here."

Rhiannon was no fool. She knew immediately what he meant. She gently put her silverware down, turning to look at her husband. "I did not realize there were issues in the foundation. Is something wrong in the court?"

Rhysand sighed. He wouldn't be able to woo her now. This conversation was happening, and it was happening much sooner than he anticipated for the night. "Not necessarily with the court itself. I worry more about my family and Inner Circle." Rhys paused to turn to her, "My wife hasn't kissed me since I arrived home, despite many chances and opportunities to do so. I keep attempting to recourt her with countless gifts, praise, and flirtation, but I just cannot seem to bring her into my bed." Rhys paused to watch her look down. "You are my most trusted advisor when it comes to Illyrian Females, Rhiannon. Do you have any suggestions on how I can get my wife to be close to me again?"

Rhiannon put her silverware down, clearing her throat before responding. "Is she possibly afraid that reciprocating your affections may hurt you or the progress you've made?"

Rhysand smirked, finally getting the answers he needed. "I would not know," he laced their fingers together. "Aside from asking me how my day was, doing her duties to fill me in on her assignments, and small conversations, she has all but closed me out. I know she loves me. I just worry that maybe I am not doing enough to show her I would like to begin the process of us going back to who we are."

Rhiannon felt tears lining her eyes. "I know you still have nightmares about her, Rhys. I just feel like sleeping with you, touching you, or even kissing you is retraumatizing you. I love you too much to risk hurting you emotionally and mentally."

He nodded, taking a sip of his wine before beginning to speak to her. "I appreciate how much you care. I have always loved your empathy and kindness, darling. I want to sleep with you at my side, though. I want to hold you. To kiss you. To fuck you until I cannot tell where you stop and I begin." He took another deep drink. "I am ready to try, my nightingale. I need to try. Madja believes I am ready. I believe I am ready. Please, Rhiannon, come to bed with me tonight."

She nodded. "And we will stop if it is too much?" He sent her confirmation down the bond. "Mor made me wear something pretty under this for you. Just in case." His ears perked up at that. He took her hand, dinner long forgotten, and pulled her to their large bedroom.

Rhysand took the chair that sat across from their bed, leaning forward on his elbows as Rhiannon stood close to him. "Take your clothing off." Her scent hit him immediately. The sweet scent of her arousal mixed with the normal soft smell of moonflowers and honey. He watched, eyes fixated on every inch of slowly exposed skin as her sweater was removed and set on the desk near them.

She went to remove her leggings next after he gave her a nod, exposing her muscled thighs to him first. He groaned loudly at the sight of her mating mark. The delicate pattern of swirls and stars that ran the expanse of her leg, mapping out the night sky at the exact time they accepted the bond.

Mor had picked a wonderful little set for her to wear. A black haltered bra made of strictly lace and mesh that left nothing to his imagination, a matching high waist thong, and stockings that stopped at her midthigh. He patted his lap, leaning back as she crawled to straddle him.

They studied each other for a few seconds. His fingers ghosting the new muscles she had earned while training with Cassian, then her pretty throat, then her breasts and stomach, before reaching her panty line. "Mate, please." The bond was banging like a war drum in both of their ribcages, right where it connected their hearts. "Rhysand, please."

He pulled her to him, locking their lips for the first time in 50 years and moaning at the taste of her. It was exactly how he remembered, yet so different. Her lips were soft on his, tasting faintly of the sweet red wine she had been drinking. The bond began to almost hum, begging for more.

She fully submitted to him, allowing him to control the pace and pressure. One of his arms quickly wrapped around her hourglass waist while the other went up her back, allowing his hand to tangle into her hair.

It was a familiar position to them. One they had been caught in countless times by Azriel, by Cassian, by his mother. He almost smiled, remembering the first time Azriel had walked in on Rhysand pounding into his sister while she moaned and cried for him. Every single punch of the absolute beating her older brother had given him that day was worth it. Every single punch Azriel still gave him was worth it.

Their first time seemed so distant now as he pulled away from her, lifting her and carrying her to their marriage bed, kissing her throat, and whispered praise into her soft skin. He laid her gently down and sat on his knees between her legs.

Her dark hair was spread out in every direction, her pupils slightly dilated as she began to enter the part of her mind and behavior only he had the pleasure of seeing. Her lips were swollen, bringing out the soft blush they naturally had even more. He ran his thumb down them, smiling as she immediately opened her mouth and began to suck the digit, looking at him with her wide eyes.

"Such a beautiful little treat, aren't you, darling?" He pulled his thumb from her lips, "You're dripping already. Daddy wants to have his favorite dessert. Is that okay with his princess?" She whined, her back arching slightly off the bed. "Words, my darling. Daddy asked you a question."

She looked up at him, wide eyed. "Please Daddy. Need you. I'll be a good girl." Her submission had him ripping his own shirt off and removing his pants with speed he hardly knew he still had in him as he pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees to be closer to her dripping cunt.

"I wanted to take my time with you, worship you and this body of yours, but I fear I just do not have the patience for all of that today." He misted the now offensive lace from her body, leaving only the thigh highs and growled at the sight before him. "Such a pretty cunt, Rhiannon. Who does she belong to?"

Rhiannon was already breathing heavily. "You. I am yours."

He growled, throwing her legs over his shoulder. "Good girl." Without warning Rhys began his assault. Licking long stripes from her leaking hole the the apex of her thighs. He drank from her like a man receiving water after being trapped in a desert for too long. He was starving for her. Aching for her. He groaned as her hands found his hair and gently tugged to bring him closer to her clit.

He had missed this. He had missed waking her up with his head between her legs. He had missed the feeling of her tight entrance twitching on his tongue. He had missed the sweet taste of her. He pushed his tongue into her, nose nudging that sweet bundle of nerves, "Fuck daddy, yes!" Her back arched of the bed, and he instantly locked her down with his forearm, growling at her in warning.

Keep still like a good little toy, or I will leave you dripping and aching. He continued his feast, knowing fully well he couldn't, and wouldn't, do that to her. He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking lightly, and moaning as it earned him a harsher tug on his hair.

His free hand moved up, taking some of her wetness on one finger before slowly pushing it into her. She was tight. So tight. His pretty girl only had her own fingers to play with, and he realized he'd need to slowly stretch her back open all over again for him to slip inside of her like the little sleeve he had made her to be again.

He smirked at the thought of retraining her to be constantly wet and ready to take him at a moment's notice. He curled the one finger, chuckling against her as she swore and prayed to the Gods. Just Rhys or daddy is fine, darling. There are no Gods here to save you from me.

"Rhys!" She gasped loudly as he slowly put another finger inside of her, moving them in and out and curling them into the soft spongy spot that he knew made her see stars. "Fuck please don't stop." He doubled his efforts, moving his fingers faster, sucking and licking at her clit a little harder as she began to flutter around him. That tight coil in her stomach was winding itself up faster and faster with each well planned lick, suck, and curl.

Is my little princess going to cum? A loud whimper of his name came as her breathing picked up. Does my princess have permission to cum?

"Daddy please. I need it. I need to cum. Please." Rhys removed his mouth from her nerves, keeping himself within licking distance.

"Who makes you feel this good? Who is the only male who gets to make you feel like this, huh?" He went back to licking circles and figure 8s on her as his fingers began to move even faster.

The room was filled with her cries, her pleads, and the sound of her wetness. Rhys released his hold on her hips, only for tendrils of darkness to take his forearms place to begin the quick mission of stroking his cock. I asked you a fucking question, Rhiannon. Scream. Scream for all of Velaris who is making you feel this good.

And she did. Her walls locked and began squeezing his fingers as she screamed his name over and over. The tight coil in her stomach releasing and causing more wetness to flood her mate. He moaned against her core, refusing to slow down until he also found his peak. That refusal instantly sent Rhiannon back over the edge with little effort. One graze of his teeth gently against her clit had her crying out of him again, and then him roaring as he came seconds later.

His head fell into her thigh, peppering small kisses there as his hips rutted, and they rode out their bliss together. She tugged the bond, silently begging him to come hold her, and he obeyed. He laid on his back, pulling her into his side, and began playing with her hair. He placed a soft kiss on her lips before trapping her in a more heated one.

One month, he said to her mentally. In one more month, I'm fucking you on every surface of this house. She smiled against his chest, nodding.

"Is that a promise, my love?" She held her pinky to him, making him chuckle and smile as he enloped it into his larger one and pulled her into another deep kiss. A feeling of the familiar zip of a promise being made hit them both. New tattoos, three small stars, adorned their left ring fingers, right above their wedding rings.

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wayfayrr · 4 months

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May I please have a soft hot coco with red velvet as a takeaway?

order up dear - I hope you'll find it to your tastes <3

soft sweet wars outside of hyrule, one of my favourites to write of everyone? 👁️ this was so fun to write peep - he's just so fun to play with in different ways and this in particular? there are so many different ways to build up to it, this is only one of the ways I planned it out of about four different ideas for confessions I had for him >:) if you're curious at all I will so ramble about them on demand

[Event masterlist]

“You look good in that link, I’m almost jealous of how good you look in modern clothes, I knew getting some better fitting ones was a good idea.”

“Really honeybee? I don’t think I would go that far, even though I agree with the second bit.”

Oh, he knows how stupidly attractive he is, I can hear it in his voice and see it in his actions. The way he spins me to face him and leans in close - just lean in a little closer, please.

“Won’t you say it for me again honey?”

“You’re stunning…”

“And to think I’m all yours.”

Following up that last line with a chuckle and a featherlight kiss on my lips, pulling back as a sly look crossed his face like he’s not yet had enough. Letting me take in a short shocked breath till he closed the gap again, silky soft lips meeting mine for the second time, his hand coming up to gently start playing with the hair on the back of my neck like he already knows how to make everything feel right. Tilting his head every now and then I can’t help but melt into it, like he’s simply asking me to be his. The lightheadedness when he pulled away was only natural.

“Sorry I - I should’ve asked first. I know I’m moving fast.” Isn’t that an understatement. Even though he hasn’t been here long, it’s only been a few days since we both ended up here, earth is working miracles on his confidence. He doesn’t seem as paranoid as he did back in Hyrule; which led perfectly to him biting a bullet and asking me to date him the minute he realised we were in my world.

“Don’t be, you know I would’ve said yes anyway.”

“Still…”

“If you feel that bad, you could make up with another kiss?”

That snapped him out of it, bringing back his laugh as he let go of me although not before one last kiss, to my cheek this time.

“In a bit, I wouldn’t want to keep us here too long would I? You did mention that if we leave this ‘mall’ too late then it’ll take longer to get to your home after all.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I did say that, wish we wouldn’t have to worry about traffic though.”

Driving back doesn’t take all that long, especially since we beat the rush. It was only a matter of minutes till we were home, sorting out his bags while he offered to make us both a drink. Thankfully he picked up how to use appliances much faster than I would’ve assumed so I don’t even have to worry.

Within what felt like the blink of an eye we were both sitting down in the living room, laying on each other and just existing, without having to worry about things that used to be commonplace. Back to normal for me, but for wars, for link? Has he ever lived in peace like this, ever?

“[name]?”

“Yeah link?”

“If I asked you if I could stay here, after everything is dealt with, would you let me?”

That answers that question then, that and the tears running down his face.

“You wouldn’t even have to ask if you wanted to stay. I’d be more than happy for you to stay with me, love.”

His sobs were heart-wrenching, has no one ever cared to make him feel safe before? It’s like he’s never been shown even basic kindness before with how he’s reacting, with the things I’ve heard from time about his past though… Should I be surprised? I always hoped they were rumours, as much as I knew they can’t have been.

“You’ll always have a home with me link, okay love? You never need to question that.”

Setting aside my mug and his I coax him into my arms, drawing him into a hug so that he can cry, so that he can know he’s safe and wanted. Rubbing his back while his head buries itself into my neck, my shirt becoming sodden as he tries and fails to put the broken parts of himself back together. The longer we stay like this the slower his tears form.

“It’s okay, to want to scream and say that you’re still afraid. You've seen more than a hundred lies, each one simply trying to hurt you worse, but you can let yourself be safe here. I swear on my life.”

“I know, I know, I know and I’m scared.”

“And it’s alright to be scared link, just know you aren’t alone.”

It almost hurts with how tightly he’s holding onto me, nodding desperately into my shoulder as he takes shaking breaths.

If you told me it was an eternity until he started to get less tense, I would believe you, but eventually, his grip does loosen somewhat.

“Can we just stay like this for now?”

“As long as you need dear.”

Which seemed to be the final thing stopping him from falling asleep on me, his breaths evening as he just drifts off, not that it takes all that long for me to follow his example.

#I could so continue this ngl #:)#I love him your honour #he's a simp #but so complex too #I can hurt him but be fluffy too???#best man #link x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #tloz #the legend of zelda #moss✦writes

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loveromeo1641 · 14 days

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Ok I JUST finished persona 5 so here's all my thoughts and ramblings because I NEED to put this somewhere (none of my friends have played the game and I'm going insane) (I also currently don't have any persona 5 moots so you know......)

Major spoilers (obviously)

I despise Kamoshida. They did a REALLY fucking good job of making him hateable. Like for me personally, all the other palace-owners aren't nearly as detestable as Kamoshida is. I feel like it's because we see Kamoshida's actions directly hurting people in a way that no other palace-owner is shown, if that makes sense. Like Madarame's actions do hurt Yusuke very directly but it's just not the same vibes. I really absolutely hate Kamoshida and I'm glad he got justice.

I love the original group of four. I do like all the characters that come after them and join the group, but those four have a special place in my heart. They're iconic.

I love Ann's story during the first palace and I feel terrible for her BUT it grosses me out how the creators continue to sexualize her (and other female characters) for laughs throughout the game. Like why the fuck did they think any of those scenes were they have to wear extremely minimal clothing was necessary. It's so fucking weird. You can't just write a character who's plot point is that she's forced into uncomfortable sexual situations, and then force her into uncomfortable sexual situations for a joke. It's not only not funny, it's fucking disgusting.

Speaking of which, can Ryuji and Morgana stop making weird comments or suggesting weird ideas? I get it's supposed to be funny, but it's just uncomfortable.

Yusuke is the gayest man I've ever seen good god.

I want to date men in the game, Atlus, come on. Stop being homophobic, let me date a man. Let me date Ryuji please

I love Futuba. She's like my younger sister and I would kill for her. Which made me really fucking grossed out when the romance started happening. Like what the fuck was that huh. I'm sorry, you can't just have Ren (I think that's he's name) and Futuba have a siblings relationship like the entire game (not to mention their basically step-siblings), and then all of a sudden turn it romantic.

Speaking of which, it's kinda weird that you can date your teacher and doctor (and the other adults). Like not shaming anyone for picking those options cause the doctors hot as hell, but why would a teacher think it's ok to date their student or a doctor date their underage client. There's nothing wrong with choosing them to date, especially if you (the player) are an adult, but it's still weird that like four different adult women want to date you.

I've seen this said before, but the middle palaces are kinda boring. The story pacing falls off after Madarame's palace. Again, I love Futuba, but Kaneshiro's, Futuba's, and Okumura's palaces feel like there's much less at stake, especially Kaneshiro's. Not that I disliked the game at those points, but compared to the rest of the game, it's not as exciting.

The Nijima palace was my favorite. Oh my god, it was so interesting and well developed. The music was also FIRE. I liked going around and collecting chips to continue on to the next level, and I liked seeing a shadow that wasn't directly hostile towards the group. It was such an interesting concept. I also just love Sae as a character, I like that she's not directly evil and she has good intentions, she just got kinda lost at some point. I think that's a nice change of pace from the other palaces.

Ren and Akechi have the most romantic tension in the entire series. Like kiss already, jesus fucking christ.

I like all the phantom thieves except Haru. She feels so out of place. This isn't like an attack on her character or anything, but the issues with her Okumura Foods stock or whatever it was felt so... weird. Like I get she's in a tough situation, but she's also like a millionaire, so no matter what she decides, she would be set for life probably. I don't know, it just feels wrong to me

I cried when Akechi died :( I know he's technically a bad guy but come on. He deserved better. I want to bring him back from the dead and give him a hug. Have him and the other phantom thieves live a happy life being besties or whatever.

The ending felt weird. It was so much monologuing. I don't even know exactly what I didn't like about the ending, I just didn't like it. I also didn't play royal, I just played the original, so that might have changed it. I know that apparently I was supposed to talk to the wardens throughout the game and I just... didn't. Oops.

This is such a small thing but I hated the music for Shido's palace. It made me go insane and not in a good way.

I cried when I thought Ryuji died. And then I got mad when the cast beat him up for some reason???? Literally why did they do that????

I realized I didn't talk about Makoto at all but I love her. She's amazing. She can do no wrong idc

Ok final thoughts: I actually really liked the game. It's far from a perfect game but I generally enjoyed it. I'm glad I sat down and played it (for 100 fucking hours). Anyway, this is all just my opinions, I'm not bothered or anything if you don't agree with something I said. If you want to leave a comment either agreeing or disagreeing, I'd appreciate it as long as you're not a dick about it

#god this was a long post #oops #persona #persona 5 #ren amamiya #goro akechi #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #haru okumura #futaba sakura #persona 5 royal #persona series

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sammorallee · 2 months

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now listen to me

i have yet another helluva boss theory

i wont be sorry

so we know that The Seven Deadly Sins are just demons…

(e.g. Lucifer is a fallen angel, Asmodeus and Mammon are hellborns (?), Beelzebub is hellhound-ish?…)

i guess what i mean to say is they’re not like a special cast/species of demons, yk

also, in a case a Sin dies, some other demon needs to take their place, right?

last but not least, i saw someone saying that Vivziepop confirmed that one of the Sins will die in the series

if all of the above its true… so, here’s my theory

in season 2 episode 7 aka. “MAMMON’S MAGNIFICENT MUSICAL MID-SEASON SPECIAL (ft. Fizzarolli)” we see this scene in which, trying to protect Fiz, Blitzø shots Burnie or whatever this guy’s name is

doing this, Blitzø breaks the mirror in the background. the mirror in form of Mammon’s face. you guessed what i’m about to say, right?

what if the Sin which is meant to die is Greed aka. Mammon and the one who will kill him will be Blitzø? that makes sense as this moment literally overshadows that. Mammon could be a danger to Fizz — trying to revenge for what he has done (and also i suppose Mammon really does not like Ozzie, so the best way to revenge and make it painful for all of those who Mammon hates is killing Fizz, right? at least attempting to) — and Blitzø could kill Mammon while yet again protecting Fizz

anyway, what i mean to say is in this case… someone needs to replace Mammon.

it could be, in theory, Fizzarolli himself, as he’s still a clown (i mean yes he said he’s quitting but who knows) and i mean… yeah, replacing his then-idol-now-dead-threat would make sense, but…

does Fizz really fits the role of Greed sin? he’s shown to be someone who doesn’t really care for money/any goods; he enjoys them, but he doesn’t do whatever he’s doing for money, but rather to prove himself he doesn’t sucks in everything he does.

someone who fits this role waaaaaay better is… Blitzø.

LET ME EXPLAIN

yes, The Seven Deadly Sins are not the exact representation of their own sins — for e.g. Lucifer is not the definition of Proud

however, we can all agree that he’s proud of his daughter, doesn’t that count? same with others — Beelzebub is rather someone who makes other enjoy food that eats too much herself and Ozzie is only horny with the one he loves

Mammon is a big exception being the one that really does look and act like the fuckin’ dictionary definition of Greed and, by coincidence, he’s the only antagonist from the four Sins seen in the series so far

my point is — the character still plays a role here. Fizz just doesn’t fit to Greed Sin. but Blitzø… Blitzø fits pretty well.

he’s not as, well, greed as Mammon, but again, let’s agree, he loves money. he talks about it kind of a lot in the series.

even when he was a kiddo he said he wants so much money that he could do whatever he wants, lmao

and yes, right now Blitzø literally hates his childhood and doesn’t want to be related to circus in any way, but

his childhood dream was to open a circus. if he’ll replace Mammon… he’ll literally own his circus. funny, yeah? i mean. YOU SEE. it would be kind of symbolic, wouldn’t it?

(i’m kinda new to the fandom in a sense so if i said something wrong, something that i’ve misunderstood — please tell me i’ll be grateful)

#helluva boss theory #helluva boss thoughts #helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss fizz #helluva boss fizzarolli #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss asmodeus #helluva boss ozzie #helluva blitzo #helluva fizz #helluva fizzarolli #helluva ozzie #helluva asmodeus #helluva mammon #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel theory

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i-am-a-l0st-gh0st · 17 days

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Good morning, this is my second Gaming request for the day. Warning: Anti-Yun Jin, sort of. It's much longer than my previous requests. Please kindly consider this Gaming angst request: Basking in his newfound relationship with Yun Jin, Gaming completely forgets that he's been betrothed to you ever since you were babies.

So, when he brings Yun Jin with him to Qiaoying Village to the Lantern Rite reunion festivities and to formally introduce her to the villagers as his girlfriend… absolute chaos: the village elders and your father start screaming how dare he dishonour you. Yip Tak gives his son a stern look before asking if he had forgotten about his betrothal.

You use the chaos to slip out as you already knew this would happen; Gaming's letters to you had, over time, grown shorter and less frequent. You return home to bring out four things: your family's copy of the betrothal contract, the unfinished wedding dress you had been sewing, a pair of scissors and your family's portable fire pit.

Returning to the reunion, you set the fire pit right in the middle of the hall and light it up. You then proceed to tear the betrothal contract into four and throw the quarters into the fire pit. The unfinished wedding dress; cut into pieces and into the fire. You give Gaming a firm and unforgiving look before untying the promise bracelet he gave you from your wrist and cut it into half (signifying you want nothing to do with him from henceforth) and drop it into the fire.

A couple of years later, you are now the dim sum chef at Liuli Pavilion; your dishes are a must-have on every dining table. It is at this time, Gaming comes back to you, begging for reconciliation. Apparently, he and Yun Jin had broken up because she has decided to marry the man the troupe Elders chose for her. You remind him that he had long burnt his bridges with you and slam the door in his face.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

You're just another picture to burn- Gaming x Fem!reader

There's no time for tears T/w- Anti yun jin (sorta), ex gaming, called off wedding Summary- As shown above

A/n- I have made a Hsr oneshot acc, I'll link it here when I set it up properly.

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They were so happy. They thought their ‘love’ would never end. That it would be something that lasts forever. Gaming and Yun JIn were all over each other every day of the week. So when he announced he’d be marrying her, the village elders looked to you in sadness. You were the one he was supposed to marry… Not her… What did he see in her? All she could do was dance… she wasn't special.

“You’re supposed to marry y/n! You know this Gaming!”

“But what if I don't want to? I don't love her, I love Yun Jin.”

It hurt more than it should’ve, but you had to get it in your head. He doesn’t love me and he never will. Taking the chaos as a sign to slip away, you hid in the sanctuary of your room. You could see the photos your mother had forced you to put up of you and Gaming. Tears were flooding your eyes, you ripped all the photos down, placing them in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Put on a manakin next to you was the wedding dress you were trying to make. You’d wanted to keep it traditional, so it was a bright white colour. The sleeves were going to be down on your shoulders with white flowers embroidered. The chest of the dress was also covered in the white flowers. The gown reached down to just above the floor so it wasn’t dirted at the wedding. You supposed it would go to waste now. You threw it on the pile of photos.

You rummaged through the drawers and found the contract you had both signed at 11 for your wedding. Ripping it into pieces with rage you placed it on the pile. You had also grabbed a pair of your scissors on the way out. Heading out to the yard near the fire pit just harshly placed the items you brought. First the photos. You could see the town watching you doing this. Gaming looked hurt. But nothing could compare to the way he had hurt you.

You watched the memories slip away. Your smile, his laugh, the way he held you. They were nothing but embers now. The four pieces of the betrothal contract were also put. Now your wedding was nothing more than a memory. You picked up the scissors that you had and started snipping the wedding dress you had worked hard on. The fabric quickly faded to black in the fire. You didn’t feel sadness anymore but mainly anger.

“I want nothing to do with you nor your girlfriend.”

Many years ago he had given you a promise bracelet and told you he’d be yours forever. You cut it in half dropping it along with the rest of the items. Watching your past slowly burn away.

“Y/n you're being ridi-” Gaming said, but was quickly interrupted by an elder.

“You have no right to speak about being ridiculous.”

4 years later

You both had grown apart these last 4 years. Barely making eye contact with one another as you walked by. News reached your ears that Yun Jin and Gaming had split. It made you happy to see them fall but at the same time, they seemed like they loved each other, a lot.

While lost in thought you heard someone call your name. “Y/n? Is that you!”

Gamings voice was unmistakable. The joy that was always in his voice, he could always lighten up a room very easily. That was one of the things you used to love about him.

“Y/n… Im sure you’ve heard the news by now…”

“About you and Yun Jin?”

“Yes… that… I was thinking… Would you take me back?”

You couldn’t believe he was standing in your dim sum shop, after he dumped you all those years ago, and is now despite to rekindle that. The audacity of this boy was sad.

“No. My answer is no. You left all those years ago for a girl you thought you loved. That was your decision, not mine. We called off the wedding in your favour and I am not making your parents and mine go through that whole thing again.

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internet-sadass · 4 months

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Can't Keep My Mind (Or Hands) Off You (Fox Mulder x pregnant!female reader)

Blurb: Mulder can't keep his mind, or hands, off you now he's got you pregnant, which leads to a little lunch break fun in his car.

Warnings: smut, car sex, pregnant sex?, breeding kink

A/N: If anything about pregnancy in here is not realistic, oops, I have not been pregnant and I tried my best to research the symptoms etc. Also, the reader works at with the FBI but doesn't work with Mulder on the X Files. She does come and do admin work for him (like photocopying and bringing him coffee) because that's what a good partner does 😘

"Okay, so I managed to photocopy these photographs for you. They're not the best quality, but I'd say they're passable. I mean, you can still make out the shape of a figure in the tree line. I'm guessing that's what you need them for, right? Identifying weird humanoid figures."

Mulder nearly dropped the folder he was holding.

"You're not wearing a bra." He stated, completely matter-of-factly, despite how he stared at you.

It was true: you had forgone a bra that morning and opted for a white vest under your blouse instead. Your breasts were constantly aching now you were well and truly into your first trimester. Wearing a bra meant you would wince all day and be unable to focus on anything except how sore your chest was and how much you couldn't wait to tear your bra off as soon as you got into your car at the end of the day. But today, you weren't in the mood to suffer hours of feeling like someone was squashing your already tender breasts constantly, so no-bra it was.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully at Mulder as you set the thick pile of photocopies on his desk.

"You're observant this morning. Did you listen to anything I just said? Or do you need me to repeat that all while you," You tilted his chin up so his eyes met yours rather than admiring the twin peaks of your pert nipples against your blouse. "Keep your eyes up here."

Mulder placed his hands on your waist, running them down over your hips. Since you'd shown him the four identical positive tests and the doctor had confirmed that you were indeed pregnant, he'd found it incredibly hard to keep his hands away from you. Everything he'd loved about you and your body was amplified tenfold now. And right this instant, your significantly fuller breasts, the healthy flush across your cheeks, and your pretty eyes staring up at him were destroying his normally undying devotion to his job.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard you, don't worry. The photocopies. Thank you, sweetheart." You were pulled closer to him, very much breaking the 'no touching' rule you had agreed on to prevent the pair of you from losing your jobs over inappropriate workplace behaviour. "More important is, why aren't you wearing a bra? You're not, you know,” He lowered his voice, “lactating?"

You laughed, shaking your head.

"Nope, not yet. Going to be another few months before that happens. They're just sore, that's all, and wearing a bra is getting pretty intolerable. So, no bra."

As you explained, Mulder’s hands wandered over the changing contours of your body, settling, as they always did, on the subtle hump of your pregnant belly. Even if he couldn't feel anything, since the baby was no bigger than a plum at this stage, he felt an instinctual need to place his hands protectively over the warmth of your lower stomach. Sometimes, he swore he felt something stirring within you, but he knew it was just his very wishful thinking.

Snapping back into the present moment, Mulder recalled that you said that your chest was hurting.

"Can I make them hurt less? Please." He whispered, hands drifting up to cup just below your breasts. He leaned close to you, kissing your cheek so softly that his lips barely met your skin.

You shivered at his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel his hands on your sensitive flesh, to have his mouth on your skin, kissing over your sensitive areolas. Another kiss was placed on your cheek, making you groan. As much as you, and presumably Mulder, wanted to take the day off and spend the whole time rolling around in bed, you knew that would have to remain a fantasy.

"Later. I promise. As soon as we get home, I'm all yours." You placed your hands on his chest, smoothing his shirt. "We can last until the end of the day, can't we?"

Mulder wasn't sure he could last that long. How could he if you were walking about looking so damn irresistible and beautiful and full?

Clearing his throat, he finally released your body from his protective grasp.

"We can, yes." He lifted the photocopies you'd made. "Especially if I have to go take a look at this sasquatch. Keep my mind occupied."

‘And off your gorgeous body’ , He added mentally.

***

"Oh, please be gentle- ah, careful!- please be gentle with me, Fox." You whimpered, arching your back against Mulder's torso as he pulled your vest up over your breasts, catching on your nipples, making them sting. His hands settled on your breasts, cupping them, weighing them in his hands. They certainly felt bigger to him, filling up more of his hands than before.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry. I'll be so gentle with you, doll." He whispered back to you, brushing a thumb over one of your nipples, making you keen and squirm against him. After many hours of being unable to think of anything but you, he was glad to finally get his hands on your body and touch it as much as he (and you, of course) wanted. As much as it was your body that was making him harder and harder every passing second, the way you begged him to be gentle with you and your heightened reactions to his touch only added fuel to the fires of his arousal.

The pair of you hadn't made it to the end of the day. When Mulder got a minute, he found you and nearly dragged you out to his car. He'd driven to a slightly more private place than the bureau car park, and both of you moved to the backseat, kissing each other like a pair of teens who'd finally got the house to themselves and were free from the prying eyes of their parents. Now you sat on Mulder’s lap as he touched you, drawing all sorts of pretty sounds and whispers from you by just lightly touching your tender and aching chest.

Every caress, every careful touch of your tender breasts was a sweet mix of painful and pleasurable. You were in ecstasy, arching your back, grinding against Mulder's thighs, begging him to ‘stop’ and ‘keep going’ simultaneously. The sensation of him sucking and kissing at your neck only made you more desperate and aroused. Though you winced whenever your flesh was squeezed, your eyes almost rolled back into your head when he rolled his thumbs over your nipples, drawing circles on them just as he did with your clit every time you two got intimate. Your climax felt embarrassingly close, considering he’d done nothing more but grope your breasts and kiss your neck. The fact you could feel his erection, so hard it was almost painful for you to be sitting on, only added to how turned on you were.

"P-please...I want more of you. Touch me more." You panted out, seizing one of Mulder’s hands and moving down under your hiked-up pencil skirt. He pushed your panties aside and slid the tips of his fingers along your leaking slit. Thick, creamy arousal gathered on his fingers and leaked onto his trousers, staining them with a prominent damp patch.

"God, you're so wet." Mulder mused as he slid two fingers into you. There was no resistance whatsoever, as your insides welcomed the intrusion of his fingers, twitching around them. You groaned and bucked against his fingers as they pressed up into the most sensitive part of your insides.

"A-all because of you." You said, struggling to speak as you couldn't focus on much else except how good it felt to have your pussy spread open by Mulder’s fingers.

He chuckled, scissoring inside you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.

"That's not true; it's not all my doing. It's because of your hormones, too."

As he toyed with your pussy and rolled your clit under his thumb, slick leaked out, soaking his hand and the leg of his trousers. You writhed about on his lap, grinding against his stiff length. It was Mulder’s turn to moan as your movements threatened to make more pre-cum leak from his slit and wet his boxers. He wanted to be inside you so badly, especially as he could feel how wet and pliable your pussy was right now. A whine left your lips as he slid his fingers out of you.

“You’re so needy, aren't you? It’s cute.” He mumbled as he guided you to lie across the backseat. Placing one knee on either side of your hips, he straddled you, leaning down to kiss you as he undid his belt.

You smirked against his kisses.

“Speak for yourself. You can’t even pause to take your pants off. That desperate to be inside me.” You whispered back to him.

Mulder didn’t fight back with words. Inside, he moved his mouth from your lips to your nipples, running his tongue over one of them, swirling around the hard nub. You winced and groaned, your body unable to decide whether it liked the sting of your oversensitive buds being touched in such a way. Seeing your reaction, he moved to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to gently squeeze your breast and circle his thumb over your now wet nipple. You writhed about under him, switching between arching your back, pressing your chest up to him, and shrinking away, trying to escape but finding no way to roll away from him without falling off the seat.

Feeling as though he had ‘tortured’ you enough and got his fill of toying with your gorgeous chest that had been distracting that whole day, Mulder lifted your hips, lining your entrance up with his weeping tip. He entered you, earning a sharp gasp of pleasure from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him to stay hilted deep inside you.

This was what Mulder had been thinking about all morning. Even with a particularly promising case to chase up, all he could think about was you and being inside your intoxicating tight, wet heat. As much as he wanted to draw out the process of rutting into your velvety insides and feeling you clamp around him as you said his name over and over, he simply couldn’t hold back. He pounded into you, filling the car with the slap of skin on skin and the sickenly wet sounds of his cock spearing open your soaking lips. You looked so perfect below him; your pupils blown out, your skin sheening with a light layer of sweat, your neat office makeup beginning to run as tears squeezed from your eyes, your full breasts bouncing with every thrust of his hips. To top off the view of you, looking more beautiful than ever, the way you were saying his name every time he hit your deepest and most sensitive spot was something he knew he’d replay in his head whenever he couldn't be with you. You swung from breathing out his name in pants to calling it out to barely whispering it as your orgasm broke and made you fall apart under him. He already knew he loved you, but at that moment, as you said his name in a barely audible tone and looked up at him with doe-eyes full of adoration, it felt like that love grew tenfold.

“O-oh, god, fuck, I love you.”

Words fell out of Mulder’s mouth, very much beyond his control, as he felt the heat of his orgasm spread from his lower belly and along his length. He felt himself fill you with spurt after spurt of his hot seed, his cock pulsing as it emptied its load into you. Reluctantly, he pulled out of you, smearing his tip over your swollen folds, unwilling to let any of his cum go to waste.

You sat up, a wave of dizziness washing over you. Clearly, so much excitement and activity had put your delicate body under some strain, and it struggled to cope. You looked down at yourself, noticing the gradually growing puddle of cum leaking out of your entrance. The more you sat up, the more that leaked out. You groaned at the sight; it almost made you want to go another round.

“God, you always cum so much. No wonder I got pregnant the second time we tried. Your car seats are ruined now.” You said, laughing as you forced yourself to sit fully upright and start making yourself look presentable again.

Mulder shook his head at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“They’re leather, so that won’t stain or mark them. And aren't you glad we didn’t have to keep on trying to get you pregnant?” He said, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance at his remark.

“I don’t think either of us would have minded it taking more than just two times without a condom. Not that we need condoms or an excuse to fuck like rabbits anymore.” You joked, helping re-do Mulder’s tie for him, kissing the tip of his nose.

***

Scully was waiting for Mulder when he rushed back into his office, still looking much more dishevelled than a man coming back from a completely average and normal lunch break should look.

"Mulder, where were you?" She asked, looking him up and down, folding her arms like a parent would do to a misbehaving child.

"Um...Lunch." Mulder fumbled with his answer, knowing as soon as it left his mouth that there was no way in hell that Scully would believe that he’d just been away getting lunch.

"For over an hour? It took you that long to get lunch?" She pressed, closing the door to his office as he searched about his desk for the photocopies of the sasquatch you’d made him earlier.

There was a long and uncomfortable pause as Mulder stared at the photocopies in his hand, trying to think of a way to answer Scully’s question. At this point, he knew it was basically pointless to carry on giving her excuses; she had worked out what he’d been up to the minute she saw him. Finally, he thought of a (pathetic) reason for why he’d disappeared for nearly two hours.

"There was a queue. A long one."

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teddypickerry · 1 year

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Hi! I don't know if you have open requests right now, but i just LOVE your single dad! Jess Mariano. I already love Alice so much. And i wanted to ask if you Please could make Jess (+Alice of course) meet reader. Thank you so much for all of your writing and no pressure to write this if you don't want to.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

PART THREE

in the SINGLE DAD SERIES!

pairings — older! jess mariano x fem! reader

word count — 2.3k

summary — in which jess mariano meets a woman in a bar…

a/n — i missed writing this series 😭 anyways this was kinda boring so iM SORRY!! i wasn’t planning on including a love interest but yk. anyways pls request more from this series because i truly love it. also don’t forget that i quite literally did not reread this at all so if it sucks then. well. fuck you.

A BAR REBRANDED FROM A SANITARIUM was an odd place for a bachelorette party, right? You'd think the fact that mental patients died in such an area would affect the liveliness of the now bar. But the darkness was hidden within the red velvet carpeted booths. Ones that looked like they hadn't been changed in decades — so there was a safe chance a serial killer's ass sat with yours decades later.

A group of six women sat around a dimmed booth. Party hats and wild attire matched their adolescence-like cheers. You would have thought they were the patients by their chilling screams. The one girl who watched over the other five, with her arms crossed as she watched her little sister unpack glittery bags with candied undergarments in them. As if that made them any more tasteful...

She watched with a tired expression, not exactly hiding how uninterested the party scene was for her. They'd just spent two and a half hours at a four and a half star restaurant that her sister's soon to be sister-in-law booked them a reservation at. She had to pay for a singular breadstick. She felt like some rich dick who went to the club... much like her grandparents. The group then spent the next hour in a club, before moving next door to the bar. The bar was a sectioned off area that lacked the loud party music and dancing area. But the classy atmosphere only matched the rich-kid her sister was marrying.

Her sister was twenty-one years old marrying her college boyfriend. She couldn't help but be envious. Not because her sister was getting married or that she had a "college sweetheart". But rather the idea that her sister was given a relationship from the universe. A man willing to marry her so badly that they couldn't even wait until graduation. They had to get married mid-semester and spend their spring break as their honeymoon. At some rich family villa of his, which would soon be her sister's... you can see why she lacked excitement yeah? It was selfish. She was the first to recognize it. But her sister had never shown any interest in being wed until she was at least twenty-six. She was one of those people with the plans. The ones who carried around their planners like they'd just solved world peace.

Her sister wasn't making a mistake... or at least she didn't think so. Or it didn't seem so. Her soon to be brother-in-law was a respectful guy. But he lacked any awareness in how the girls had grown up. They didn't have a house filled to the brim with white tiling and gold accent pieces. He didn't understand how she spent her whole high school career working her ass off to help her mom pay for the cost of living of their family. Maybe that was a deal breaker for her... but not her sister.

So, she stand here now twirling her glass as she watches her sister smiley scold her college roommates for gifting her a set of lingerie. Sometimes she wishes she'd gone to college. But this was not one of those times. She'd excused herself to walk over to the bar once more, looking for away to espace from the 'bride babe' headbands.

The bar wasn't exactly crowded but she lacked the room to comfortably move. But the group of men taking up the space, moved swiftly as she approached. Her bodycon dress seemed like a simple motivation. One she was not giving into. "Another, please, thanks." She told the bartender who shot her a nod and added it to his mental list. The group of young men (who acted like they'd never account for that title) slowly filed away as some approached her group. She didn't waste any time leaning against the bar as she waited. Desperately wanting to down a shot.

To her direct right, a man balancing a whiskey sour. He was tilting it as he glanced up at her, noticing her eyes locked on the drink being made. She was drop-dead gorgeous, which caught his attention like no other. He knew he shouldn't even be thinking that when a woman was supposed to be the last thing on his mind. But everything about her caught his attention. Which he'd never been good at comprehending, wanting to seem like such a tough guy. When in reality, he had a heart of surprise.

"Old fashioned?" He asked aloud when he noticed the bartender handing her the drink. Her eyes didn't even dart toward him as she remained where she stood, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm partial with a good bourbon myself," He spoke curiously. As if wondering if she'd take the bait. Her eyes finally caught his as she glanced in his direction, taking a sip of her drink without leaving his eyesight.

Boom.

He watched playfully with deep eye contact, his finger tapping his drink. She placed her drink back down on the counter and remained in the same spot. "Meeting someone?" Jess asked. He didn't want the cliche bar meet like he'd read in so many of his books. But this would be a one-time thing, right? If she even obliged. "More like hiding from someone." She spoke as she leaned onto the counter her gaze adverted to watch the bartender work. Jess didn't take his eyes off of her as he found them roaming, interested in what he was seeing. "Your ex? Bonnie or Clyde?"

She looked back over at him for that one giving him a look. He only watched her with a smirk falling on his lips, he liked her. "The sorority sisters," She matched his energy right back as she tiredly glanced over at the group of girls who hardly noticed her disappearance. They were now loudly laughing over a severely unfunny joke. Something about some girl in their dorm buying her boyfriend $500 pants that were ruined in a day. A humorous idea, lacking a reason for a 360 laughing circle.

"They aren't no Helen Keller," One two many drinks led to this disastrous joke. Her eyes squint slightly at the poor joke, holding in a laugh. He, too, had to wince. "I am drunk." No, you're not, Jess. You just suck at picking up girls. Probably because your only influence is trapped within book pages.

"Okay be honest, how bad am I doing here?" He asked aloud something he'd typically never do without a few drinks in his system. She bite down on her bottom lip as she pretended to think. "You're digging yourself a hole, pal. A ditch." He didn't waste any time nodding fairly as he finally lost his eye-sight glancing down at the bar before looking back at her. Jess crossed his arms and leaned onto the counter. She admired his approach which was shown when she took a seat beside him, her knees a few inches away from being pressed against the side of his thigh. Her attention was diverted to a book beside his drink. "On The Road?"

The man glanced down at his choice of literature before looking back over at the girl seemingly impressed. He watched her glance back over at her group which he could already tell was not her scene. "So what are you doing here?" Her lips finally revealed, her eyes still trapped on his while he raised his drink to his mouth. A sip was a dry term for what he took as he finally lowered his beverage revealing a smirk that had fallen on his lips. "Who's your favorite Beatle?"

The woman's face remained the same, noticing the direct change the man-made in the conversation. "None," She quipped with a straight look like she was inspecting him for something. He was quick to understand she was a bright one. Her face, like her name, and her starry eyes were bright and memorable -- almost so that he had to examine her for flaws. Her cheeks only added to her appeal so he moved his attention to her messy hair which had clearly been an asset he was interested in. So, she was perfect like that. Transcendent if you will. "Everyone has a favorite Beatle, 'ya got Ringo then Le-"

"I don't." She cut him off like her duty. As if she owed him the power of not having to repeat four known names. He licked his lips at this with a firm nod eyes darting across the room. Her thoughts remained on his intentions. He didn't seem like a bastard or anything... his looks overpowered the rights for that. "Y'know, lad, if you just told me what was on your mind we could move on from this insatiable eye contact."

Jess nodded at her words with her head falling on her hand. "My girl... my daughter," He corrected when he realized how his choice of words could further affect their conversation. "Her Mom suddenly came into her life. Now Alice, my daughter, is all over her. When she wasn't there the past fourteen years of her life... so for all of it." He spoke aloud, despite if whether she was listening or not. "The woman's a madman... a hookup when I was seventeen and miserable over a breakup and my Dad. It's unfair."

The woman listened to every single word intently. Her bad night seemed glorious at this moment as she watched him huff and turn toward her, half expecting her to dart at the mention of his messy situation. "That... sucks. I mean that really fucking sucks." She told him with sincerity ghosting her voice. Her words were something he needed to hear. Jess was finally grateful he opened up for once in his thirty-one years of living. "I'm Y/N by the way... if I know something personal about you, it's only fair you know my name."

"Jess," He responded while sticking out his hand with a thin-lipped smile. She matched his expression while shaking his hand firmly. The two pulled away hesitantly as Jess seemed to spark back into his almost-cocky demeanor. "So, tell me why you're sat over here with me. It's only fair, y'know." He cocked with a tilt of his head. Y/N was quick to nod at his words as she messed with her hair. "You looked really depressing, miserable actually."

He chuckled at her words as a genuine smile took over his face. "Haven't we learned to not beat around it with one another... tell me. I'm listening."

"It's dumb." She seriously told him before sighing, knowing he wouldn't give up. "The guy my sister, the one with the candy panties, is marrying is just... not for her. And if I try and tell her she gets pissed off at me. So it's safe to say I'm not exactly in the mardi gras mood here." Y/N looked over at the group once more. Jess was quick to react despite the lack of emotion shown on his face. His features mute. "She looks like a kid."

"She is," She agreed before sighing. "Well, she's twenty-one. But that's still a baby— I mean come on, when I was twenty-one I would have laughed in my boyfriend's face if he proposed to me. She has her whole life ahead of her and I don't know..."

"If my daughter came home from college and told me she was engaged I would go Hulk Hogan on the guy's ass." Jess reassured her of her sanity with his words. Somehow two emotion-lacking people shared their pressures in sensibility prose. Which both recognized and swore off by their drinks. Which was no excuse.

His words were almost unheard as the bachelorette party began to cheer once more, followed by the sound of the club next door. Jess pressed his lips together before letting out a puff of air. "Let's get out of here," He told her... although his words were a prominent question that he was awaiting her answer for. Her drink balanced in her hands at his words with an unreadable expression. "Bold move."

"Life's too short to be shy," He shrugged with his confident look and his eyes practically undressing her mind. Her eyes remained lost in his for a moment before a dry chuckle escaped her lips. "Trust me, I wanna. But as older sister... I gotta watch out for those annoying girls. Emphasis on annoying.”

"Responsible and admirable," He spoke with a nod while taking the final sip of his drink. "But unnecessary... we'll go somewhere quiet for a bit. I swear you'll be back here in an hour and a half." He was persistent which she easily saw coming. "Yeah? And where's that?"

"I own a publishing company. We have this bookstore downstairs that's closed... quieter than a goddamn J.K. Rowling lovefest." Jess started continuing to attempt to charm her enough for her to stay as his company. "We can have a coffee and talk nonsense. I can promise you you'll be back here by midnight because I need to get home to my kid by midnight. My Uncle won't stay up any later."

His demeanor changed while he attempted to convince her. He was full of truth and warmth while he anticipated her next move. Which he so desperately hoped would be spending the rest of the evening with him. "Is the 'I own a company' thing supposed to impress me?" She hinted at with a gentle smirk, one he matched instantly. "You haven't seen anything yet."

"And why should I come with you?" She was just playing with him now. "First of all, you wanna get the hell outta here. Second of all, you wanna have some fun which I'm willing to give you. It's your game."

"Let's go," She stood up with him quickly following as he threw on his jacket and walked behind her. Jess's arm threw around her, they walked closely together. And it was safe to say... Jess and his parental problems were just an afterthought for about an hour and twenty-nine minutes.

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 2 months

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Original Writing Project: 916

OKAY, now that I've edited the first few chapters enough, I think it's finally time to have its debut to you all!

This is an original sci-fi story completely written by me, with MAJOR influences from things like Gundam and whatnot.

I want to post it here to get your all's feedback and just to share some good ol' storytelling, so please let me know what you guys think of it, your feedback/comments is always read by me!

I expect to have the first few chapters out sometime during this week after your normal schedule of simping, but this post will just be covering what the main idea of the story is/what shows/games is influencing it.

Below the cut is the blurb, inspirations, main characters, and a story excerpt!

First of all, thank you so much for even pressing the keep reading tab/showing any remote interest. I understand this isn't really what you come to this blog for, so it means the world to me!

Anyways, first up is the story blurb:

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Story Blurb:

The year is 1177. Thirty-four years have passed since the battlefield had been introduced to the bipedal warmachines known as Soldat D’acier. Though they only stand a few meters above tanks, they were able to reduce armored divisions to scrap metal, and fortresses once thought impenetrable transformed to piles of rubble.

The entire continent of Anis rushed their militaries into an arms race to have their own versions of these steel behemoths.

In the name of expansion and rightful conquest, the country of Florence had declared war on Cumbria in 1155. The invasion saw countless deployments of Soldats on both sides, and death quickly followed in their wake. The two nations signed a peace treaty to end hostilities after five long years, but their crimes wouldn't be so easily forgotten by the people, nor its creations.

Now, the man-made atrocities emerging from the "Enhanced Human Initiative" stoke the flames of war once more, forcing an uneasy alliance. And from the same crime that threatens them, comes their final hope: Enhanced Human 916.

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Inspirations:

Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron Blooded Orphans, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury Mobile Suit Gundam: Narrative Mobile Suit Gundam: Unicorn Mobile Suit Gundam: Zeta The Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel, Armored Core 6: Fires of Rubicon, Scarlet Nexus, Metal Gear Solid: Peace Walker, Girls' Frontline,

I was not joking when I said the major influences are from Gundam. At first I was worried about not being 100% original, but eh. Write what you love, right? Elements of the story, themes, suits, and a unholy amount more is snatched from all the Gundam shows listed above.

Armored Core 6 is what inspired the look of the "Soldats", and how combat flows in the story. The main lead, 916, is called numbers bc of the player character 621. (I also learned that the reasons I chose that number came from my subconscious, specifically Darling in the Franxx and that character, 196 aka Ikuno)

Scarlet Nexus inspired some of the tech things regarding the pilots being able to "read each other's minds" so to speak. Pretty much a less space-magic version of being a Newtype from Gundam, as well as other characters.

Trails of Cold Steel and Girls' Frontline inspired the other cast members, and speaking of which:

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Main Cast:

Wolf Company

Enhanced Human 916, "Vi", Age: 21

A young man who escaped the "Enhanced Human Initiative." Due to augmentation and surgeries, he remains stoic and emotionless, but thanks to his adoptive family, has shown signs of opening up. Earned his nickname after his violet eyes.

He pilots the Soldat R1-N0, "Rhino", a bulky mech utilizing rush and ambush tactics, armed with a 60mm Autocannon and Heat Dagger.

A/N: Titular character, heavily inspired by Byleth (Fire Emblem Three Houses), and Mikazuki (Iron-Blooded Orphans). My second favorite character to write so far in the story, ironically.

David Collins, "Boss", Age: 53

Leader of a PMC called "Wolf Company". David took 916 in at a young age and raised him to be part of the "family". Loud and proud, he takes great pride in all serving underneath him, and has known to have a temper in anything regarding his age. Earned his nickname since calling him "Boss" was more comfortable for everyone.

He pilots the Soldat "Juggernaut', a machine with the legs of a tank, but upper half of a mech with arms. Armed with wrist-mounted machine guns and twin battle-cannons on top of its shoulders.

A/N: Inspired by Maine from Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. Don't look too much into that, don't worry. You can also tell from just his dialogue how much I like writing him too. He is my number 1 favorite to write.

Chloe, "Flare", Age: 35

Second in command of "Wolf Company. Chloe is extremely loud, complementing her foul-mouthed nature. Generally regarded as the "Big SIster" of the team. Earned her nickname from her extremely short temper.

She pilots the Soldat "Mantis", a lanky and smaller machine focusing on blitz tactics, able to leap surprisingly massive heights due to its inverted legs.

A/N: Inspired by Bianca (Gundam Thunderbolt), Sasha (Attack on Titan) and Miku (Darling in the Franxx). To everyone I have shown this story thus far, she has been the fan favorite, including her partner in crime:

Hayes, "Screw", Age: 32

The newest "rookie" of Wolf Company. Impulsive, a little too confident in himself but admittedly a talented sniper, Hayes is always eager to prove himself. Earned his nickname from either screwing himself over, or the enemy.

He pilots the Soldat "Phantom", a mech focusing on stealth and sniping, able to keep itself off enemy radar.

A/N: Inspired by Connie (Attack on Titan) and Zorome (Darling in the Franxx). Him and Chloe are a fun combo, as you will soon see.

There's eight more main characters, but I'll let you read their introduction yourself! 916 and Wolf Company will be the ones we'll be following the most throughout the story. Though this part of the cast was heavily inspired by Iron-Blooded Orphans. For those who watched the show, again, don't read too much into that.

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The last thing I'll have for this post will be an excerpt from the prologue to get things started! Hopefully my slow ass will have the prologue out soon, so please look forward to it!

Without further ado-

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Story Excerpt:

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“Doctor Moreau, do you think we go to heaven?” asked the small girl.

Doctor Moreau stopped typing for a moment as her eyes glanced over the terminal, seeing the child laying on the operating table, standing out from the rest of the clean black walls and white tiles. The room was supported with soft lights illuminating the room, complemented by the blue screens and dizzying amount of automated surgical equipment quietly whirring into position.

Moreau pushed her aging white hair away from her eyes, looking at the child, subject designated 403. 403 was about seven, she barely stood up to Moreau’s stomach and had long black hair that stopped at her shoulders. The light blue gown was slightly too big for her, the sleeves extending over most of her hands and just revealing her fingers. Seeing her face again reminded Doctor Moreau of 403's rather inquisitive nature.

“Why are you asking that, 403?” Moreau replied, her tone indifferent. Her fingers went back to typing as she sighed. “If you’re worried about the procedure, the chips are perfectly safe to implant. There has been no previous record of anyone dying from-”

“-But I’m going to die after.”

“...What?”

“After the chip goes into me. Will the others and I go to heaven?”

The question had caught the doctor completely off guard. Moreau had answered questions such as, “Will this hurt?”, or “Do I have to?”. This question was something she could not answer with her usual dismissive tone. She sat up straight in her seat now and turned to look at the child. 403's eyes were still fixated on the ceiling.

“Why are you so certain you’re going to die, 403?”

“That’s what my brother told me. When the chip goes into our brain, we’re sent off to die.”

The girl’s voice stated it as a matter of fact. There was no confusion in her tone of what was to become of her. Doctor Moreau had no response as she stared at 403 with her mouth slightly open. The child simply turned her head, facing her and expectantly waiting for an answer.

“... I certainly hope there’s a heaven, 403. I’m sure heaven will allow good kids like you and your brother.”

“What about my friends? Will they-”

“We’re about to begin the surgery. Please face up towards the light and close your eyes.” Moreau bluntly cut off the conversation.

403 pouted, but complied. It was clear that the answer did not satisfy her as much as she wanted it to. Doctor Moreau took a second to recover and focus back on the job at hand. Facing back towards the terminal, she began typing once more. With the input of several passwords and confirmations, the surgery to implant the combat data-chip into 403’s brain would commence. Afterwards, she would be sent to her brother’s unit, and be deployed to the battlefield.

Just like all the others.

This room had always been nothing out of the ordinary to Moreau. The same procedure had been repeated more times than she could count and yet why did this one make it so hard to breathe all of a sudden?

“Doctor Moreau?”

“Yes, 403?”

“Can I ask one more thing?”

“You may.”

“Can I listen to that song you always play? The one that goes ‘Lalalalala~’? I want to hear it one more time before I sleep. I really like it.”

Doctor Moreau’s lips suddenly dried up as she once again stopped typing. With a slightly trembling hand, she turned to the radio sitting on her desk and nodded.

“...Of course, 403. No more questions, please.”

She could see the smile form on 403’s lips as the mask was gently put onto her face, the anesthesia slowly starting to pump into 403’s lungs.

“...Thank you.”

Doctor Moreau swallowed hard as her finger pressed the on switch of her old radio. Despite being in such a high tech surgical room, her radio was comically outdated. It was a small gray oval-like object that only had a speaker and a few buttons. To even put music in it, she had to insert a smaller rectangle that contained the songs in it via tape. It was a gift from her father when she was 403’s age, the thought of their roles being reversed not lost on the doctor.

‘Sing, sing a song Let the world sing along Sing of love there could be Sing for you and for me…~’

Doctor Moreau could hear 403 softly hum along to the song as her voice gradually became quieter, and eventually turning into soft breathing. The whirring of the surgical equipment and the radio being the only things in the room left making noise. The only remaining step was for Doctor Moreau to approve the procedure to implant the chip into 403’s brain.

“Is there heaven…” the doctor quietly repeated the question to herself, attempting to ignore 403’s startling self awareness of the situation.

"Authorization confirmed, Implant procedure beginning.” A deep robotic voice rang out across the room as the sound of a drill began drowning out the other equipment. Doctor Moreau sat on her chair as she closed her eyes, waiting for the procedure to be done and turning off the radio in the process.

“For me, I don’t think so…Heaven was lost to me long ago.”

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‘Sing, sing a song Make it simple to last Your whole life long~’

The Doctor was snapped out of her melancholy as the music continued playing. Sighing, she moved to turn it off for good.

“Piece of junk is starting to-” She stopped as her finger was about to hit the switch.

The radio was still off.

Listening closely again, Moreau realized the singing was coming outside of the door.

‘Don't worry that it's not Good enough for anyone Else to hear~’

Creeping towards the door, the doctor put her ears to it and heard what sounded like a chorus singing. The song wasn’t over the intercom, otherwise the voice would be far clearer.

Instead it sounded like-

A sudden sense of dread hit the doctor as she swung the doors open and ran towards the hangar. Multiple guards and scientists were opening the doors along the long gray hallway, joining Moreau and investigating what the noise was. When they finally got to the railing after the doors slid open, none of them could speak.

‘Just sing, sing a song (Just sing, sing a song) Just sing, sing a song~’

Inside the massive hangar stood rows of countless Soldats, giant bipedal machines that stood several meters tall, lined up next to each other as if they were statues. Their bulky legs stood firmly in place and the compact yet slender arms did not move an inch.

The only things moving were their horned box-like heads, slowly moving side to side in perfect sync. Each of the voices emerging from the Soldats were different but singing in perfect harmony.

Their normally offline and horizontal segregated visors were suddenly flickering to life with blue lights, illuminating the large dark room with bright blue rays.

‘La la la la la, la la la la La la la la la la laaaaa~’

Doctor Moreau could hear the voices of security guards rushing down the stairs to halt the singing, shouting orders at the others to back away.

However, the doctor could only hear their cheerful singing along with her breathing becoming noticeably shorter with each second, feeling her chest tighten.

Once again, the question 403 springed up to the forefront of her mind.

“Is there heaven?”

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And that's the first part of the prologue done, hope to have this out soon, and again if you got this far, thanks for taking the time!

See ya soon, and back to the normal content for now!

#not an ask #chris's thoughts #oc story

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helloalycia · 10 months

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moving on [six] // alicia clark

summary: you refuse to give up on your sister, even if she's adamant on not joining you, but you're not sure what else you can do to convince her.

warning/s: mentions of violence, injuries, guns and death.

author's note: this is delayed, my apologies! i’m on holiday and the wifi isn’t the greatest lol. This is the final part though so i hope you’ve enjoyed reading it as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it! :)

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"This is it," Y/S/N said with finality as we stopped before the front gates of her hideout.

I frowned, looking out at the vast emptiness that I'd have to make my way through to get home again. I didn't care about the journey – I'd declined when Y/S/N offered to send some of her people to accompany me back – I cared that she wasn't coming with me. Last night, I'd barely gotten any sleep, trying to think up ways to convince her to come back home with me. But this morning, she'd shown me no sign of hearing me out and I was running out of time.

"I'm really glad you stopped by," she said, turning to face me. "Knowing you're alive... I'm grateful. But you need to go home. And I have to stay here."

"Y/S/N, please," I begged, stepping forward and clutching her arm. "I didn't come all this way to leave you behind. You're better than this. Than these people."

She clenched her jaw slightly, but remained calm. "I love you, Y/N. Have a safe journey."

Tearing her arm from my grasp, she began to walk the other way, but I refused to let her go. There was no way this was it between us. She was my sister – she had to see that this was crazy!

"Y/S/N!" I shouted, going after her and grabbing her arm again. "You have to come with me!"

As I pulled her back, a nearby guard shoved me backwards and onto the floor, immediately aiming his rifle at my head. Before I knew it, all nearby guards had pointed their guns my way.

"Stop!" Y/S/N ordered, and I looked up at her with pleading eyes.

"You're better than this," I repeated, meeting her gaze and hoping I could get through to her.

"You don't belong here," the man who shoved me said with disgust. "Y/S/N does."

I ignored him and looked to my sister, but she didn't say a word to defend me.

"You don't need her," the man continued, eyes looking me up and down. "You seem to be doing alright by yourself. Huh. Where did you come from?"

"Nowhere," I spat out, glaring up at him.

"I overheard her and Y/S/N talking in the kitchen," another guard shouted. "Apparently she's from a nice cushy place with food, water, the lot! Somewhere we could all go."

I clenched my jaw, immediately regretting having confided to Y/S/N in what I thought was secret. Of course the guards had been listening. What had I done?

"Y/S/N," I tried once more, looking to her, but she was exchanging looks with her people and it made me nervous.

My heart dropped when she looked back to me and asked, "Where is it, Y/N?"

I opened my mouth, shocked. "What are you doing?"

I tried to stand up, but the guard before me flicked off the safety from his gun, forcing me to stay kneeling. I looked back up to my sister, expecting her to intervene, and when she didn't, I realised what was happening.

"Your home, the community," she expanded. "Where is it?"

My deepest fear had come true. Alicia had been right. It didn't matter who I was – Y/S/N had changed for the worse. I'd lost her. And now she was after my home.

"No," I told her, trying to hide my hurt. "I didn't come for this. I only wanted you, Y/S/N. And if you're not coming, then forget it. I'll go."

"No way," the guard muttered, tempted to pull the trigger. "Where is it?"

"Just tell them," Y/S/N said with encouragement. "Then we'll go together. You can stay with us. We'll be together again."

Tears brimmed my eyes. "This isn't how I wanted it. I'm not letting you destroy my home. Not like you've probably done with so many other innocent people."

Suddenly a gun was smacked across my face, sending me to the ground. My belongings were stripped from me as I struggled to open my eyes and rid the dizziness.

"Grab her," I heard my sister say, before hands pulled me up and dragged me into a clearing by the building.

I looked around, finding my sister's eyes as two guards held me upright. She looked apologetic, but I didn't believe it. She wouldn't be doing this if she didn't want to. How had I lost control of her so bad?

"Just tell us the location," she tried again, voice monotonous, like this didn't phase her in the slightest.

"I'm begging you not to do this," I said with tears in my eyes. "It's me, Y/S/N. It's not a stranger you're hurting. It's your sister."

"Fuck, Y/N!" she shouted, frustrated. "Just say it! Don't you want us to be okay? We need the supplies!"

I frowned, her face becoming blurry as my tears spilled. When she realised I wasn't going to say anything, she nodded to a guard who then punched me hard across the face, leaving me with stars in my eyes and blood in my mouth. Still, I stayed quiet, and then another punch came, and I was blinded by the pain.

"Just tell us!" my sister screamed at me, but I couldn't hear her properly, not through the blood rushing in my ears.

Another punch came, this time to my gut, and I would have collapsed if it weren't for the men holding me upright. A metallic taste was on my tongue as I struggled to look up, hoping to look my sister in the eye and show her what she was doing.

"Wait," her voice said, before another punch could come, and then she stopped before me, tilting my head up to see her. With a softened expression, she said, "Where is it, Y/N?"

The physical pain I felt right now was nothing compared to the pain in my chest when she looked at me without an ounce of sympathy. To her, I was just another person to steal from. Our relationship meant nothing, and it broke my heart.

"Mum and dad would be so disappointed," I managed to get out, breathlessly, and it only made her more angry as she let go of me and stood back.

"Again," she ordered, and the beating continued.

They landed a few more hits in before an echoing gun shot went off in the distance, making everybody stop.

"The hell was that?" Y/S/N said angrily, before directing her words at me. "Did you bring company?"

The guards holding me let go and I was too weak to hold myself up, immediately falling to the ground.

"Everybody get into defensive positions!" she ordered, and I heard feet shuffling about before another shot went off.

"Sniper down!" somebody yelled for everyone to hear, before a third shot went off, and a scream followed.

"To the walls! Now!" Y/S/N shouted as everybody got into position.

I couldn't be sure what was happening, my head still spinning and mouth full of blood. But I suddenly felt arms grab me and realised it was Y/S/N, though she had her pistol pointed at me.

"You better hope these people aren't with you," she hissed, before leading me into the building behind us.

We took cover by the front window, crouching down enough to stay out of the way but for Y/S/N to have a good look at what was going on. More gunshots were going off, from both sides of the fight, and I didn't know who was there or who was winning, but Y/S/N was pissed, her grip tightening on my arm.

"It's just me and you," she said with desperation, eyes on mine. "Tell me the location."

"I'm sorry I let you become like this," I got out weakly.

She groaned with frustration before focusing her attention outside again. I closed my eyes momentarily, trying to catch my breath, before freezing when a gun cocked behind us. Y/S/N tensed up, too, and then a voice spoke.

"Let her go."

I recognised the voice – it was Alicia! What the hell was she doing here?

Y/S/N released my arm as the two of us turned around slowly. I could have cried at the sight of the Clark girl, stood over us with her pistol pointed at Y/S/N. Her eyes flickered over to mine briefly and she faltered when she saw my face, which no doubt looked like a bloody mess. Unfortunately, that was enough time for Y/S/N to lunge forward and tackle her to the floor.

Both guns slid to the side as my sister straddled Alicia, punching her in the face. I tried to push myself up as Alicia kicked her off, attempting to keep her distance, but Y/S/N was quick as she grabbed her once more. My body was on fire as I crawled over to the guns, grabbing one and using my remaining strength to stand up. Finally, I was able to lean against the reception desk for support, but I couldn't get a clear shot on my sister. Her and Alicia were fighting too closely.

I shot the ground instead, making them both jump apart and look my way. Alicia quickly scrambled away, realising what I was doing, and I pointed the gun at Y/S/N shakily.

"Stop," I told her, taking a sharp breath.

She raised her hands slowly, giving me a knowing look. "Y/N, come on. You're gonna do this right now? Choose her over your own sister?"

Tears pricked my eyes as I frowned. "You're not my sister anymore. No sister of mine would do this to me. To anyone. You used to be so kind and, now, you're just so bitter. So horrible."

Her raised hands squeezed into fists, a scowl on her face.

"Alicia, come here," I said, not tearing my gaze from my sister.

Alicia joined my side, grabbing the other gun from the floor.

"You won't do it," Y/S/N said with a glare. "You can't."

She was right. I couldn't hurt her, let alone shoot her.

"But I will," Alicia suddenly said, lifting her gun and pointing it at her. "So you better stay put."

Relieved, I lowered my gun and let out a deep breath, my exhaustion catching up with me.

"We need to go," Alicia said to me, eyes still fixated on my sister.

I nodded, accepting Alicia's free hand when she offered it me.

"You were never good enough to survive this world, Y/N!" Y/S/N shouted as we inched our way to the back of the building, presumably where the back door was. "You got lucky! You could never do what needed to be done to survive. I'm glad I left you for dead! I only wish you would have actually died!"

The utter hatred in her eyes left me stunned. Her words hurt more than the punches, and I tried to think of the moment I'd let it go so wrong, but I couldn't. Either way, this was all my fault.

"Come on," Alicia urged, leading me to the back with her gun still pointed ahead. "Through the back door."

I obeyed, holding open the door for Alicia.

"For your sake, don't follow," Alicia warned Y/S/N, who was stood at the end of the hall with a glare permanently directed our way.

Alicia closed the door behind us before hurriedly helping me away, using the confusion and panic from everyone to sneak me past some some tents and to a hole cut in the fence at the back.

"You first," she said urgently, holding open the fence so I wouldn't get cut. "As soon as we're out, the others will retreat."

I swallowed thickly, the lump in my throat stuck. "I'm sorry. You were right."

She frowned, eyes swimming with concern. "Not now, Y/N. It'll be okay, but we have to go."

I nodded, knowing she was right, before getting on my knees and crawling through the gap. After the two of us made it out, she helped me walk as we made it away from the hideout and to some cars parked in the distance. I was surprised to see some familiar faces from the stadium.

"Y/N and I are with transport," Alicia announced in her radio. "You can retreat."

The gunfire stopped, partially, in the distance, but I wasn't too focused on it as Alicia helped me into the back of a pickup truck. After slapping the back, the driver set off and we were on our way. I looked back at the hideout, watching it get smaller in the distance, and wondered how much my sister hated me.

Alicia was cleaning up my wounds the best she could with the first aid equipment she had, wiping the blood from my face and soaking up the remainder with some bandages. I had so much to say to her, still shocked she'd come after me after everything that we'd said the last time we saw each other. But my brain was fried, my body was in pain and all I could hear were Y/S/N's words rattling around in my brain.

"She was wrong," Alicia finally spoke when she set the first aid kit to the side. "Everything she said, she was wrong."

I looked up, meeting her comforting gaze, and saw the swelling from Y/S/N's punches already forming on her cheek. Y/S/N had done that to her. Alicia was hurt because of me.

And just like that, I began to cry, mourning all I'd lost in such a short amount of time. Alicia pulled me close, unbothered by my blood and tears staining her shirt, and rubbed soothing circles on my back.

I wasn't sure how long we stayed like that, but when I'd finally stopped, we were still driving and I was still hurting.

"I'm sorry," Alicia muttered in my ear as she held me close. "I didn't want to be right. I so badly wished I was wrong. You deserve better."

I squeezed her hand appreciatively, relaxed in her arms. "Thank you for coming after me. If you hadn't, I would probably be dead."

"I should have come with you in the first place," she said guiltily. "Everything I said... I didn't mean it. I should have been with you. By your side."

I sat up straight, looking to her with disagreement, but she shook her head.

"No," she said before I could argue. "I should have. End of. I don't know what I would have done if..." She paused, frowning to herself, before shaking her head. "Never mind that."

I wasn't sure what I'd done to deserve someone like her, someone so selfless and caring. Even after everything, she was still here.

I leaned back on her shoulder, appreciating her warmth when she wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. It was easy to close my eyes and try to forget, even for a moment.

Returning to the stadium was a lot quicker than leaving it, considering I was now in a pickup truck and not on a stupid bicycle. Alicia and I didn't talk much the rest of the way back, and I mostly slept on her. If not sleeping, than merely staying away and pondering how wrong I had been to find Y/S/N in the first place.

I needed to move on from her, I knew I did, but I wasn't sure what that would look like and I was terrified of what it could mean. After all, how does one move on from family?

The guilt of Alicia and others coming after me ate away at me, too. They could have died saving me, and who even was I to them? I wasn't sure why they did it, but I would forever be in their debt. For if they hadn't arrived, I was certain I could have been dead at the hands of my sister. Alicia was right the whole time and I should have listened to her. She knew what Y/S/N was like – the real her – even from the start, back when she left me to die in the fire. I was blinded by love, but not anymore. Now, I knew the truth.

When we reached the stadium, Madison, Nick and Luciana, amongst others, were there to greet us.

"Alicia," Madison said with relief upon seeing her daughter, before her eyes fell to me. "Y/N, you're safe."

Judging from her expression, I didn't look very good, but thankfully she didn't comment on it.

"Madison, I–"

"Not now," Madison cut me off before I could both thank and apologise to her, for sneaking out and for endangering everybody who came after me, including her daughter. "Naomi is waiting for you in the medbay. You should go to her and get checked out."

I swallowed hard, nodding shamefully, and accepted Alicia's help in limping towards the medbay. Naomi was indeed waiting for us and immediately rushed me to a bed to check out my injuries. I felt like I was back in here for the first time, with her fixing me up and Alicia hovering in the background.

After inspecting my injuries and assuring me it would all heal with the help of some bandages and painkillers, Naomi ordered me to rest in bed. Without discussion, Alicia helped me to my room to do just that.

"Do you, er, want me to leave or–" she began nervously after helping me to my bed.

"Please stay," I muttered, aware of how desperate I sounded, but I didn't care. I didn't want to be alone right now.

She nodded, nerves dissipating when she saw my expression, before laying beside me in my bed. I couldn't get into a comfortable enough position without the bruising on my stomach causing me discomfort, so I was forced to lay on my back, though I remained tucked into Alicia's side as closely as I could. She didn't mind, it seemed, and didn't question me when I stayed quiet, merely listening to her breathing and the faintest beat of her heart next to my ear.

I wasn't sure I could fall asleep, even after everything that had happened today. My mind was still racing, catching up with everything.

"She would have killed me to get to this place," I finally spoke, voice cracking. "She would have killed me for them. She called them her family."

Alicia exhaled softly beside me. "That's not right. Family is family."

I scrunched my eyebrows at the ceiling. "I keep thinking about why she did it. Why she changed."

"This new world brought out the best and worst in people," Alicia explained delicately. "You couldn't control that."

"But I should have," I retorted, glaring at nothing without realising. "It was my job to." The pain in my chest deepened, anger and hurt as sharp as ever, and I looked to Alicia helplessly. "Why couldn't I do it right?"

Alicia shook her head in disagreement, eyes flickering between mine. Sitting up slightly, leaning on one elbow, she pressed her hand to my cheek and began to wipe away the tears I hadn't realised had fallen.

"You tried your best," she told me with conviction. "She chose the path she did. She could have redeemed herself, but she didn't. She chose them over you, and that's not your fault, okay? Not at all."

I wanted to believe her – she made it so easy to. But right now, nothing seemed real, and every part of me was aching.

Alicia pulled me close and I ignored the pain in my stomach to lay on my side and cuddle into her, appreciating the warmth she gave.

"You've still got everybody here at the stadium, if it means anything," she murmured over my shoulder. "You still have this family. And you still have me."

"It means everything," I whispered, closing my eyes contently.

She got comfortable on my pillow and squeezed me tighter, reminding me that I wasn't alone, and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to have her in my life.

I didn't remember falling asleep. But the sound of someone moving around on the floorboards woke me up, and after squinting tiredly, I realised it was Alicia pulling her shoes on by the door.

She must have heard me waking up as she paused, glancing over at me, and that's when I noticed the swelling on her cheek turning darker in shade. The guilt deepened and I hated myself for letting her get hurt.

"Hey, sorry," she said quietly, "I didn't mean to wake you."

"What time is it?" I asked, sitting up and very much still sore all over.

"Dinner time. I was going to bring you some food back," she answered, before pulling on her last shoe and straightening up.

"Wait, I'll come with," I mumbled, before a tired groan escaped my lips as I attempted to stand up.

"You should rest," she told me with concern. "Please. I'll bring you some food back. We can eat here."

"I can go," I assured her, not wanting to stay put and sulk over everything that happened. "Just let me get ready."

She pursed her lips disapprovingly, but thankfully didn't stop me. As I busied myself with pulling on a jacket and my shoes, I spoke.

"Sorry for falling asleep on you."

"You don't need to apologise," she said kindly. "You needed it."

I sighed inwardly, appreciating that she stayed, even when I fell asleep. Things were still odd between us, the elephant in the room being that we never got chance to talk about our kiss and what it meant. Now, it felt like we would never get the chance.

When I was ready, I frowned to myself, lifting a hand instinctively at the aching in my face.

"Let me have a look," she said, noticing my discomfort, and I let her step forward and take a closer look.

I practically held my breath when she got so close, distracted by whatever was there, and I tried very hard not to meet her gaze.

"We can find you some ice for that black eye at dinner," she said, a frown ghosting her lips, before she stepped back. "C'mon."

"And for you," I reminded her, lifting my hand but catching myself before I could touch her cheek. "I..."

I was a fool.

"I'll get some, too, don't worry," she assured me, offering a small smile, but it did nothing to ease my guilt.

I struggled to follow after her, my body still sore with bruises, but managed to make it to the dining area. Alicia and I both grabbed our dinner trays before taking a seat, thankfully away from everyone, on a bench. As promised, she was able to get us both some ice from the kitchen which I instantly used on my eye, hoping it could help.

She didn't try to speak to me, which I appreciated, but I definitely felt her concerned glances every few seconds from across the table. I didn't comment on it, knowing she only worried, but it didn't feel great being watched over like a child.

We had almost finished eating when Madison stopped by our table to check in, eyes immediately falling to me with a similar expression to her daughter's.

"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you at dinner so soon," she said. "How are you doing?"

"I'll be okay," I told her with as much reassurance as I could muster, before continuing guiltily, "I'm sorry for leaving, Madison. Nobody should have had to come after me and endanger themselves. I should have listened to Alicia. If something had happened–"

"Hey, you don't need to apologise," she silenced me, resting a hand on my shoulder comfortingly, but I still felt horribly guilty at the thought of what could have happened. "Everybody who went after you chose to go on their own accord. We've all been through something here. And we know you were only trying to do right by your sister. I'm just sorry it didn't go to plan."

I pressed my lips together, humming halfheartedly.

"Alicia, you're on guard duty tomorrow," Madison changed the subject when she sensed I had nothing more to say. "Y/N, you were supposed to be on gardening, but you can take a break for a few–"

"No, no, I can do it," I cut her off, looking up at her.

"Y/N," Alicia said softly, earning my attention. She gave me a warning look. "You should take it easy. A lot has happened."

I shook my head. "No, keeping busy will help. I can't just sit around doing nothing. I've got this."

Alicia looked like she wanted to say more, but I looked to her mother instead, who I knew had the final say.

"Are you sure it won't be too much strain on you, Y/N?" Madison asked, quickly adding, "Physically, I mean. You should really rest. I'm sure Naomi would agree."

"I'll take it easy," I promised her.

Madison frowned slightly, seeming to internally debate whether or not to agree. And for whatever reason, she did. "Okay. I guess you're on gardening duty tomorrow."

I nodded gratefully, relieved to have something to divert my attention away from everything. Sitting still and doing nothing would have surely driven me up the wall.

Once Madison wished us both a good evening and left, I continued to finish off my food and tried to ignore the questioning look Alicia was sending my way.

"Y/N."

I risked looking up, being met with disapproval.

"I'll be fine," I said to her nonchalantly. "I had a life here before I... before I found Y/S/N. What happened doesn't change that."

"I know, but–"

"I just want to get back to it," I said sharply, without meaning to.

She sighed quietly, having no argument prepared. With a reluctant nod, she returned her attention to her food and we continued our meal in silence.

Over the next few weeks, I tried my best to return to a normal life, or as normal as it once was before I decided to track down my sister. But it was hard, processing everything I was feeling and recovering from all that had happened. It only pushed me in on myself, and as much as I was self-aware of that, I couldn't seem to fix it.

Y/S/N was gone... I knew that now. She'd changed and she didn't see me as anyone important in her life anymore. It was easier to pretend she was dead than to remember she was still out there, just not the sister I remembered her to be. I missed her dearly, but the old version of her. There wasn't anything I could do about it. I knew that now.

It didn't make it any easier to deal with though.

Alicia had been there for me, attentive and concerned and trying her best to help me, but I admittedly hadn't been as close to her as I once was. I didn't mean to distance myself, but mentally I was still a little lost, and the last thing I wanted was to bring her into it. It was just easier to push her away than to face my feelings head on.

I wasn't sure if she knew that, but she was smart so I wouldn't put it past her. For whatever reason though, she continued to be as supportive as she could. It reminded me of how she was when I'd first arrived at the stadium, with her putting in extra effort where she didn't need to and keeping a watchful eye on me. She was looking out for me like nobody ever had, and I appreciated it immensely. Yet making that appreciation known was a struggle right now. I didn't deserve her.

We still hadn't talked about our kiss... the timing wasn't right, and I'd accepted it might never be. It hurt a little, especially when I sometimes found myself daydreaming about the potential we had to be something amazing. But with everything with my sister, and our argument prior to that... life had gotten in the way, and neither of us had brought up the conversation of us. I didn't blame her for it – she was only being considerate of my feelings, no surprise there. But I wasn't going to bring it up either, not sure I could. So, maybe it was the past now.

Or at least that's what I thought.

One evening, long after dinner and when I was reading in my room, I heard a knock on my door. Only one person tended to visit me, so I wasn't surprised when I saw Alicia on the other side, smiling mischievously. Her bruise was almost nonexistent now, to my relief. It had only reminded me of what could have happened.

"I have a surprise," she said before I could say anything, wiggling her brows.

I sighed quietly, trying not to sound rude. "Maybe not now, Alicia..."

Her enthusiasm remained as her smile widened, unaffected by my sour mood. "You'll love it."

She was so hopeful about whatever this was, radiating her usual optimism, that I couldn't find it in myself to push her away tonight. And, though I couldn't truly admit it, I really missed her.

"What?" I asked patiently.

She grinned before revealing whatever was hidden behind her back. "Ta-da!"

My eyes flickered down to the box in her hand, realising it was a puzzle. Surprised, I lifted my eyebrows slightly.

"I know it's not the solution," she said, her smile fading as she grew serious. "You're grieving your sister. It's a lot, and you've been through a lot, and you haven't been yourself since."

I swallowed hard, unsure what to say now that she was confronting me with everything I couldn't admit aloud.

"And I'm not sure sure how to help," she continued softly, "but this seemed to do the trick last time and I know you need a new one. So... here."

She held it towards me nervously and I looked between the box and her, my heart fluttering in my chest without question.

"Thank you," I spoke reluctantly, accepting the puzzle.

A relieved smile fell upon her lips before she cleared her throat and awkwardly put her hands by her sides. "You don't need to invite me in to do it or anything," she added, as if thinking about the first time. "It's yours, for you."

She paused, chewing on her lip, taking a small step back, before meeting my eyes apologetically.

"I'll give you some space," she said with a nod, and I'd never seen her so jumpy before. "I'm sorry if I've been in your business a lot recently. I've just been worried about you..." She looked away, pursing her lips awkwardly, before continuing, "But after some advice from my idiot brother, I know it can be too much. I don't want you to feel smothered, so I just wanted to tell you that I'm... well, I'm here for you, but at a distance. I– yeah."

I watched her closely, shocked at how somebody could be so lovely. How was it possible for someone to care this much? Nobody had ever gone through this much effort with me before, never enough to think they're being clingy. She always went the extra mile, always treated me so kindly, always made sure I was okay.

It wasn't fair how close we'd gotten to having something together. Everything had been ruined between us, but it didn't have to be. I could change that. I had to.

"Oh, no... did I do the wrong thing?" she suddenly asked, and I realised she was frowning because I hadn't spoken. "Look, Y/N, I can take it back and–"

I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped forward and kissed her, deeply and passionately and fervently. She didn't react, surprised at my actions, and then I pulled apart and met her eyes with nothing to lose.

"I love you," I admitted, my heart hammering in my chest. "I'm in love with you. I wanted to tell you the day after we kissed, but then everything with my sister happened and the timing wasn't right. But now... it might be. I hope."

She looked between my eyes, searching with concern. "Are you sure?" she asked considerately. "I don't want to rush you, Y/N, or make you feel like–"

"You're not," I promised her. "It is."

She nodded slowly, then her lips curved into a smile. "Good. Because I'm in love with you, too."

I began to smile, too, my whole body on fire from her words, and then I leaned forward to kiss her again. This time, she was prepared and began to move her lips against mine delicately, sending shivers down my spine. Her hand caressed my cheek as she tilted her head, kissing me with finality before pulling away. It was so much better than any kiss we'd shared, though I was certain that was because I knew she loved me now.

"Will you come in to do the puzzle with me?" I asked, not quite moving away from her, enjoying the feeling of her hands holding me close. "I don't want space, you're not smothering me. I just want you."

Her thumb stroked my skin gently as her green eyes flickered between mine. "I'd love to."

Reluctantly, I stepped away from her to invite her in, both relieved and excited to have her here with me again.

My life had changed for the worst when I first lost Y/S/N, and I was certain it would remain that way, but it turned out that that was the best thing to happen to me in a long time.

All thanks to one person.

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