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sebscore · 1 year

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THE PRIZE THAT KEEPS ON GIVING

pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x driver!reader / susie wolff x driver!reader / toto wolff x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader / mick schumacher x driver!reader / kimi raikkonen x driver!reader

warnings: talk about getting drunk. a drunk kimi. swearing. the host is made up cause I couldn't find the name of the person that actually does it lol.

author's note: idk how these award ceremonies go but then again all of this is fiction so just be delulu with me :) also, not me posting fics about the fia gala consecutively.

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''Welcome our rookie of the year, Y/N Y/L.'' The host called her up on the stage, the other attendees clapping for her as she got up from her seat.

It hadn't been her first time on the FIA Prize Giving stage, having collected her Formula 3 European Championship trophy two years earlier. Despite having done this before, the young woman felt nervous and uncomfortable with all the eyes on her.

She thanked the person giving her the award, anxiously smiling at the audience. Y/N found the comforting eyes of Susie in the crowd, the older woman giving her a supportive nod.

''Y/N, thank you for being here and congratulations on being named the FIA Rookie of the Year.'' David praised her, a semi-genuine smile on his face.

She bowed her head. ''Thank you so much.''

''You had a very great year, a podium and P7 in the championship standing- best of the midfield- has everything sunken in yet?'' He asked, holding the microphone up to her mouth .

''It's really crazy, to be honest. You know, I was already happy with just scoring points in Australia, but to, uh, have made it on the podium as well… just crazy- I'm, uh, very happy with how my first season went.'' She answered, stuttering over her words a few times.

David nodded along to her words, subtly taking a look at his notes. ''Barely two weeks ago, you shared your first podium with Lewis and Sebastian in Abu Dhabi,'' the host pointed at the two men in the audience, the both of them caught off guard by the sudden mention of their names, ''they're the World Champion and Vice-Champion of this season, how did it feel to share the podium with them?''

''Uh, you know- pretty great,'' her slow response garnered some chuckles from the crowd, ''they're legends of our sport so I felt very honoured to have been up there with them, especially to end the season.'' Y/N gave herself an encouraging nod at the end of her response.

''You said after the race that the two of them were your childhood idols, and they have also given you several praises throughout the season, but there is also another person you looked up to as a child, right?'' The rookie could feel there was something coming up as David looked at her with a smirk on his face, but she was clueless as to what it was.

Her confused face amused all of the attendees, a chorus of laughter being heard and making her even more nervous. ''Oh- I don't like that look on your face.'' She joked, the laughter growing at her response.

''Well, Y/N- a certain someone might have informed us about an interview you did about 7 years ago when you were 11 years-old,'' David grinned, Y/N giving him a puzzled look, ''in which you said and I quote: 'I want to become a Formula 1 driver, win a World Championship and marry Jenson Button.' Does that ring any bells?''

As soon as the last words were said, Y/N turned her back to the audience and covered her gaping mouth, shocked they would bring this up after all the time that had passed.

All of the attendees were having the time of their life as they saw the obvious embarrassment on the girl's face despite her trying to cover it up.

Y/N almost tried to make a run for it, but was stopped by David who held onto her arm. ''You're not going anywhere, we're not done yet.'' He snickered, taking another look at his cards.

''Unfortunately, Jenson is not here tonight, but we do have something else for you.'' David smirked, motioning his arm to the projector behind them- the face of Jenson appearing on the big screen.

''Hello, everyone! I couldn't be there due to other engagements, but I just wanted to congratulate Y/N on her wonderful rookie season and for being awarded 'Rookie of the Year' tonight,'' Jenson's self-made video played, Y/N watching in shock that this was actually happening.

''I was made aware of your aspirations to marry me,'' she could see him holding back a huge grin, ''unfortunately, I'm not single so I'm afraid that I'll have to turn the offer down, but I'm very flattered by your confidence and determination of your 11 year-old self.'' Jenson laughed, his infamous smile making an appearance.

''Anyway- I wish you good luck for the next season and I'm sure it will be even better than this one! Again, congratulations and I hope you enjoy your evening! Bye bye!'' He bids her goodbye and the screen goes back to black.

Y/N slowly turns back around, her perplexed expression entertaining everyone in the crowd. She was feeling a mix of emotions; disbelief, happiness and also humiliation.

''You like the surprise, Y/N?'' David asked her, containing himself from bursting out in laughter.

He held the mic up to her face, but for several moments she didn't say anything, staring mindlessly at nothing. ''I'm, uh, well, that was, uh,'' she stumbled over her words, trying not to curse as it was still a formal event.

''She's speechless, ladies and gentlemen.'' David interrupted her, making everyone laugh again. ''You didn't expect that, did you?''

''No, I did not expect that, David.'' Y/N answers more clearly, her blunt tone resulting in some loud cackles being heard- she swore she recognized Lewis among them.

''Alright- well, we're going to round it up here, but you're going to celebrate your season well tonight?'' He finished the interview with his last question.

The young woman nodded her head. ''Yeah, I'm gonna drink all night to forget this.'' She responded, another symphony of laughter and snickering being heard through the large space.

''That's really great, Y/N- everyone, a round of applause for our Rookie of the Year, Y/N Y/L!'' The female driver walked as quickly as she could in heels off the stage, making her way back to her table.

Since she was still part of the Mercedes Junior Program, she had been seated with Susie, Toto and Lewis, along with a bunch of other Mercedes employees.

''You've really brightened the place up, Y/N.'' Susie told her the moment she sat down on her chair, a big smile on her face.

She jokingly rolled her eyes at the older woman, staring down at her own hands in her lap. A hand tapping her arm made her look up. ''Here,'' Lewis handed her a glass of what seemed to be champagne, ''I think you can use this.'' He sheepishly smiled.

''I've never felt this embarrassed in my life.'' She took the glass and gulped it down in one go, loudly placing the empty glass back down on the table.

''Don't drink too fast!'' Toto scolded her, not coming across as stern since he was laughing. ''You don't want to end up like Kimi over there.'' The Team Principal pointed at the Ferrari table where a drunk Kimi Raikkonen was trying to put Sebastian in a headlock.

''It's his Finnish blood.'' Y/N argued, filling up her glass again.

''It was you, wasn't it?'' There could have been only one person that informed the host about Y/N's past infatuation with the British driver, and during the break she went over to his table and confronted him about it.

Sebastian flinched at the sudden hand on his shoulder, but smiled as he took notice of who it was. Once he internalised her words, he feigned innocence. ''What do you mean? You think that I would tell anyone about Jenson?'' The teasing smirk of the Ferrari driver was one she wanted to slap from his face, but it was all in good fun.

''Dude, that was so embarrassing!'' She slapped his arm, grabbing the attention of Hanna who sat next to him. ''Can you believe it, Hanna? I was mortified.'' Y/N turned towards the woman.

''I knew it as soon as Jenson's face appeared, he was giggling like a schoolgirl.'' His partner nudged him with her elbow, Sebastian put his hands up in defeat.

''Come on, Y/N- you have to admit it was a great surprise.'' A small sprinkle of doubt had planted itself in the back of his mind, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all and she would be upset with him.

His panic of doubt was washed away as a genuine smile found its way to Y/N's face. ''It will be a nice story in a few years so thanks for that, I guess.'' Yes, she had felt incredibly ashamed, but she had also received a personal video message from her childhood crush so in her opinion, there was a good balance.

''Uh, have you seen Mick? I haven't talked to him tonight.'' She asked the couple, wanting to check up on her friend.

Hanna shook her head, while Sebastian pointed towards the door that led to the hallways. ''I think he went to the bathroom.'' He replied.

''Thanks, I'll see you two later.'' Y/N bid them goodbye, smiling at both of them before disappearing into the hallways to find the young Schumacher.

She waited against the wall across from the men's bathroom, her awkward stance must have made other people call her an idiot in their own minds. After a few minutes of looking like a weirdo, the German finally came out of the bathroom.

''What the fuck were you doing in there?'' Y/N surprised him, he didn't expect to find her waiting for him.

Mick took a deep breath to calm down, his friend had scared him good. ''Jesus Christ, what the fuck.'' His hand rested on his heart.

''You can just call me Y/N, Mickie.'' She winked at him.

'You idiot,'' he smiled, taking a step forward and pulling her in a quick hug, ''congrats on the award, by the way.''

''Thank you, I appreciate it.''

Mick chuckled. ''You know, I had totally forgotten about your crush on Jenson! It's been so long since I last heard about it.'' The German remembered all the times his friend would dream out loud about her 'future marriage' to the British driver.

''I had forgotten about it too, until Seb decided I needed a good reminder.'' Y/N said, sarcastically making him laugh.

The youngest Schumacher was about to reply, but was interrupted by a certain Ferrari driver.

''Hey, Y/N! If you want to marry Jenson, you can marry Jenson! I'll be there to support you!'' Kimi wrapped his arms around Mick and Y/N's shoulders, holding them close to him.

The young woman held in her laughter, simply patting his chest. ''Thanks, Kimi. I'll remember that.''

The Fin looked from her to Mick. ''Too bad, man! I know how much you like her!'' He ruffled the guy's hair, a sad expression on his face to convey his sympathy for Mick.

Both youngsters widened their eyes, one in shock and the other in embarrassment. ''Okay- it was good to see you, Kimi!'' The Prema driver lightly pushed him away, his cheeks colouring red.

''I can help you if- Hey, Jean!'' Kimi took notice of Jean Todt on the other side of the hallway and walked over there, leaving the two of them alone again.

Y/N glanced at Mick who was avoiding her eyes. ''You want to tell me something, Schumacher?'' She smirked.

''I think I need to go to the bathroom again.''

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kiarastromboli · 3 months

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Teach me 4 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

Part. 1 Part.2 Part.3

Mesterlist.

Warning: Bit of angst, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Two years have passed since Chris and Y/N's breakup. Many things have changed, but apparently not the feelings Y/N has for Chris. But how will her return to Boston for the summer holidays unfold when she knows she hasn't moved on?

Note : I'm sorry for making you wait so long for this fourth part. I just wanted to make sure I did it right. Despite everything, I'm still afraid this part won't please you as much, and I apologize if the result isn't what you expected. I did my best.

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"Julia, stop, that's enough," I said, bursting into laughter at the excited screams of my best friend on the other end of the line.

"Stop?? It's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other, y/n. How do you expect me to keep calm when I'm going to see you in less than 24 hours?" She said, overexcited, and I could hear her fidgeting in every direction.

Indeed, it had been a while since I left Boston. After my parents sent me to the other side of the country, I started researching universities nearby. At the end of high school, I wasted no time in enrolling and starting my studies.

I had successfully completed my first year at the university, and now it was summer vacation. My parents agreed to let me return to Boston to enjoy my break with them and my friends.

As for my relationship with my parents... Let's say things are different, but the distance imposed on us did me good. I had finally started to live for myself, and many things had changed in my life. As for them, they were content because my results were excellent, and they could see that I had gained autonomy and maturity since my departure.

Anyway, two years had passed, and my life had changed a lot, but I was so happy to finally be back in Boston.

"Yeah, I know," I said, chuckling. "I can't wait to see you and the others," I said, turning around to lie on my back in my bed.

"We'll have to organize a party for your return!" Julia screamed in my ears.

"No, Ju, please, that's enough," I said, moving the phone away from my ear a bit, which she had just shattered again.

"Huh huh, anyway, you don't have a choice. Mom's not here for 3 days, and it's perfect for the party we're going to have when you get back!" She said, emphasizing the word 'party.'

"Juliaaaa!" I said, sighing. "Who are you even planning to invite to this party? It's not like I had a hundred friends back in high school," I said, laughing.

"We don't care, y/n. Who would refuse a party in a big house during summer vacation? I'll invite our group of friends and then check with the old art group from high school." She started to say, "Oh, and why not the football team! And the lacrosse team and the school mascot! Oh my god, I wonder if he still has his costume; that would be hilarious!" She said, laughing.

The Lacrosse team, Chris.

From that moment on, my mind went on pause, and I didn't really pay attention to what Julia was saying.

It had been so long since I had heard about him. After my departure, I hadn't received any news from him. And it was my fault. Every time Julia tried to talk to me about him, I immediately shut down. I thought with time the pain would fade, but it was false. Four months after my departure, my heart still bled as much as the last time he passed by my window. I had done everything to stop thinking about him and turn the page, and I had done it so well that I almost forgot that by returning to Boston, I would also be returning to him.

"Y/n, are you listening?" Julia said, raising her voice, bringing me back to reality.

"Huh? What? Sorry, Julia, I'm exhausted. I think I need to rest for tomorrow; the journey will be long. Can I call you back later?" I said, stuttering a bit, still destabilized by my thoughts.

"Yeah, sure, don't worry. See you tomorrow. Love you, bye," she said warmly.

"Love you, bye," I said with a small smile before hanging up and placing my phone next to me.

Chris.

Is it normal that my heart still bleeds so much for a high school crush? Am I just too sensitive? Is it because he's the only man I've ever let into my heart until now?

Questions kept piling up in my mind, and no matter how much I shook my head, they wouldn't leave me.

Anxiety eventually took over the excitement. What will happen if we see each other again? Will we even meet? Does he still think about me too? Is his heart still bleeding as well? Did he drown in sorrow when our story ended?

More and more questions. I better close my eyes; tomorrow is a big day...

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My morning passed extremely quickly. I woke up a bit late, so I was in a hurry. I got ready quickly, gathered my things, and said goodbye to my roommate not to miss my flight.

My parents picked me up at the airport, and I didn't expect warm hugs, but it was still hurtful to barely get a 'how are you?' The whole ride to the house was filled with discussions about my results and how my life was going there.

It had been a while since I saw them, so I just decided to suck it up, smile, and play the perfect little girl I always portrayed in Boston.

"No, I'm just saying that just because your results are satisfactory doesn't mean you don't need extra courses, you know, those things look good on your record," my mother continued to ramble when we finally arrived home.

God, this journey felt longer than my high school years!

"Yeah, I know, Mom. I'll think about it; can we discuss it later? I'm tired," I said before leaving the car.

Once my suitcase was unpacked, I thought I would have a moment of respite to finally collapse into my bed and rest from this exhausting start to the day. But that was without counting on the stormy arrival of my best friend.

"Y/NNNNN!!!" she screamed, rushing towards me to hug me.

With fatigue and confusion, it took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed her standing in front of me, and suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by my emotions. Tears started to well up, blurring my vision.

"Oh my god, Ju'!" I said, stammering and nervously laughing.

"If you start crying, you know I'll cry too, so stop that right now," she warned me, furrowing her brows not to start crying herself.

"Sorry, sorry!" I said, chuckling and wiping my eyes. "I missed you so much!!" I said, shaking my hands before hugging her again.

I spent the rest of my day with her, talking about everything that had changed in my life since my departure, and for the first time in a long time, I felt genuinely good.

I felt like I was recharging, regaining all the positive energy I had been missing.

"Anyway, you know me; I wasn't going to let a jerk like him talk to me like that. So, I preferred to end our relationship, and it's for the best!" Julia told me.

She had just told me about her latest relationship with one of the lacrosse team players from our high school, and as usual, I couldn't help but think of him.

"Are you sure everything's okay, y/n? Since I started talking about Tom, I feel like you're not really here anymore?" she asked, concerned.

"No! Well, yes, it's okay; don't worry. It's just that—" I began to say before cutting myself off with a sigh. "It's nothing; it's just my return here made me rethink everything that happened before I left," I confessed.

"You mean what happened with Chris?" she said, giving me a sympathetic look. "Sorry, I know we're not supposed to talk about him. Excuse me, I forgot—" she added before I interrupted her.

"No, Julia, it's fine; it's okay. I'm better; I assure you it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied, smiling and grabbing her hand. "I'm better, I promise it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied.

"You know I love you," she said, smiling and squeezing my hand.

"Yeah, I know, I love you too," I replied, chuckling.

After this little discussion, Julia stayed overnight at my place. I eventually gave in and agreed to have the party at her house.

Deep down, I had a bit of hope to come across Chris. I know I shouldn't, but it's stronger than me...

I mean, I would like to know what he's become. Has he continued with lacrosse? Did he go to university? Or has he found a job he's passionate about? Does he still smoke? Has he rebuilt his life with other girls after me?

In a way, I wanted to know to reassure myself that he was doing better and that what I did didn't hurt him too much.

But on the other hand, selfishly, I hoped he had waited for me, that he hadn't seen other girls, and that he was still hoping, just like me, that one day we would meet again.

And God, I know how contradictory it is of me to hope for that when that night I made it clear to him that there would be no chance of things working out. But no matter how much I fought against what I wanted, I knew that my heart was still in his hands, and his alone.

I hate myself for being so stupid and not being able to move on, even though it was just a relationship between two completely lost teenagers for a few weeks.

But I had never experienced anything so genuine. Every conversation, every look, every caress, and every kiss haunt me...

They're still there in a corner of my mind, even though I try to push them away and tell myself it's for the best. My soul screams at me to find his. Maybe that was my punishment—for making him believe that our story could last, for making him believe that the girl he truly loved existed when it wasn't the case.

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"Are you sure it doesn't bother you that the lacrosse team is here tonight?" Julia asked me for the hundredth time today.

After our little pajama party at my place last night, we went to her place in the afternoon to prepare for the party tonight.

We were finishing getting ready, and people were supposed to arrive any minute.

"Ju', as I've repeated to you throughout the day, it's fine, it doesn't bother me. And besides, if you don't invite the lacrosse team, what excuse will you find to invite your little Tom and make him regret it?" I said mockingly to tease her.

"Ahaha, very funny. You know very well that I would have found a way, one way or another, to make him regret it!" she added, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder, making me chuckle.

"No, more seriously, y/n, if you're not ready to see Chris tonight, I don't mind kicking the lacrosse team out of the party," she added, becoming serious again.

I sighed before responding, "You know, anyway, I can't ignore him for the rest of my life."

"Julia, I know you're worried about me, but it's behind me, I promise it'll be fine," I reassured her with a reassuring smile.

She began to open her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell at the entrance.

"Well, it looks like the party is about to start!" she said all hysterical, and I followed her downstairs to welcome the first people.

In the span of thirty minutes, the house filled with teenagers ready to have a blast.

There were mostly people from our old high school; we barely knew half of them, but as Julia had told me, no one refuses a party in a big house like hers during the summer vacation.

It quickly turned into chaos; people were absolutely everywhere, and bottles of alcohol were aplenty, but still no sign of Chris on the horizon.

The party was in full swing; it was almost midnight, and in my despair of not seeing Chris show up, I ended up giving in and joining the game like everyone else, downing drinks one after another, which was not really in my usual habits.

Maybe it was better this way; the more alcoholic beverages passed through my throat, the less Chris haunted my mind. After all, maybe that was my solution.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" I said, bumping into a guy with my head down, making him drop his phone.

I bent down to pick it up before him, and when I raised my head, I came face to face with a face I knew all too well.

"Y/n?" the tall brunet said, looking surprised.

It took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed Matt in front of me.

Chris's brother...

"Oh my god, Matt," I said, surprised. "You're the last person I expected to see tonight!" I said, chuckling.

"And I thought you were on the other side of the country!" he said, also chuckling before opening his arms to hug me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked once our embrace was over.

If I had been a little more sober, this situation would probably have worried me, but at the moment, I was just happy to see him. Matt and I had spent very little time together, but just enough for meeting him at this party to make me super happy.

"I came back for the holidays," I replied, smiling.

"Oh, that's great," he said, smiling too. "You could have at least let us know!" he added, laughing.

"Hey, relax, I just arrived yesterday," I said, rolling my eyes.

Our conversation quickly ended, giving way to an awkward silence. So, without really thinking, I asked him the first question that came to my mind, "Did you come alone ?"

"Oh, um..." he began to say before taking a pause, as if he didn't really know if he should continue or not. "No, I came with my brothers," he said, clearing his throat and running his hand over his neck.

Chris is here.

Suddenly, everything clicked in my head; it was obvious how stupid my question was.

My head started spinning; alcohol seemed to take hold of me even more. It was as if realizing he was there for real had suddenly spiked my blood alcohol level.

"Are you okay, y/n?" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder, looking worried as he saw me pale.

"Um, yeah - yeah, don't worry, I'm just - I've had a bit to drink, you know, it's not really my thing!" I said with a nervous laugh, trying to hide my distress at the moment.

"Do you want me to get you a glass of water? Or something else? I'm sorry if it's me who put you in this state by talking about—" he started to say before I cut him off.

"No! - Matt, it's fine, everything's okay, it's not your fault. I'm just, I just need some fresh air, that's all," I added.

"Um, okay, do you want me to come with you?" he asked, and I could feel how uncomfortable he felt for me at that moment, and that was really the last thing I wanted.

"That's really nice, Matt, but it's okay, thank you. I'll be fine," I told him with a smile before walking towards the exit.

As I moved through the crowd, I prayed not to run into Chris. I didn't want to see him. I thought I was ready and that it was what I needed, but the state I am in right now proves otherwise.

Fuck this shit, I'm going to need more alcohol for sure to handle this.

In my rush towards the exit, I grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I saw lying around, whiskey - it couldn't get any harder.

Damn, will I ever manage to move on? Am I destined to feel like this for the rest of my days?

Finally reaching the front door, I felt my eyes fill with tears, making my vision completely blurry.

Once outside on the porch, I placed the bottle on the small coffee table there, sat on the outdoor couch, and allowed a few tears to flow.

I could hear the muffled sound of music inside, and paradoxically, the cicadas and the silence of the night outside.

A few minutes ago, I was fine, happy, enjoying the party with my friends, and it took me going back to thinking about him to ruin everything.

Physically, I wasn't doing that bad; I didn't feel the need to vomit or anything. I just had a bit of a spinning head and trouble standing up.

Mentally, though, it was a different story.

My sobbing was interrupted by a noise coming from a little further in the garden.

I raised my head with a start to scan the surroundings, wiping away my tears. I especially didn't want anyone to see the only girl crying at this party. I was already not considered a cool girl at school, but this would have been the icing on the cake.

There shouldn't be anyone outside; Julia had made it clear that she didn't want anyone in her mom's garden.

I spotted a silhouette in the dark, and eventually, I caught the smell of a joint. So, I sighed before getting up to get closer.

"Get out of here, idiot! Julia doesn't want anyone in her garden. It's not that complicated to follow such a simple rule," I shouted at the stranger, rolling my eyes.

He approached me until he reached the point where the porch light could illuminate him.

I took a step back, completely thrown off when I recognized his face.

"Sorry, I just got here. I didn't know we weren't allowed to hang out in the garden," he replied softly, keeping a reasonable distance from me.

"Chris?" that's all that could come out of my mouth at that moment; I was completely bewildered. What was I supposed to do at that moment?

My tears started to flow again, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Chris stood there, not saying anything. He was as lost as I was at that moment, but I could see that seeing me cry was far from a pleasant thing for him.

He seemed hesitant, shook his head, and muttered to himself, rolling his eyes, "Fuck this."

The next moment, he took me into his arms, letting my head rest against his chest. It was as if he understood without me needing to express myself.

I broke down, letting my tears flow; that's what I needed—his arms around me. He held me tight, and I simply didn't want this moment to end. With my right hand, I clung to his t-shirt as if my life depended on it.

"Y/n, shhhh," he whispered, caressing my hair when my breathing became irregular due to my sobs.

I couldn't breathe; I felt suffocated. The more tears that fell, the worse it got, but, on the other hand, it felt good. All these emotions I had buried, all these tears I had prevented from flowing, were finally coming out.

"Y/n, calm down," he said, grabbing my cheeks with his hands and bringing his face to mine to look me in the eyes.

"Hey, look at me, look at me, breathe, everything's fine," he reassured me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

"I-I'm so—" I tried to speak, but I couldn't stop crying.

"I'm so sorry, Chris," I said with a broken and fragile voice, shaking my head.

"Y/n, it's okay, stop," he said, pinching his lips, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes, despite his efforts to suppress them.

"What I did—" I started, trying to calm down, "what I did to you—I had no right to do that. I'm sorry, Chris," I said, letting my head fall once again against his chest and starting to cry even harder.

"Y/n," he said, seizing my face again to look at me, "Y/n, I’m not mad at you. Look at me, I'm fine, everything's fine; it's behind us."

"It's not behind me, Chris," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.

"It's not behind me at all. It continues to eat me up inside every day! I tried for two years!" I told him with a forced laugh, wiping my tears. "Two years, Chris, two years trying everything to get you out of my head and to stop hoping that things would go back to normal!" I added.

"Y/n—" he said, passing his hand over his face before I cut him off.

"How can you not resent me after what I did to you!?" I said, completely lost.

"Because that's life, y/n!" he said, raising his voice and advancing towards me.

"Because people come in and out of your life, tearing your heart out against their will!" he added, and I just closed my mouth; I didn't expect him to express himself like this.

"Y/n, I could have chosen to hate you, yes, it's true! I could have chosen to keep acting like an idiot and keep destroying myself slowly, as I did in the first months after you left!" he continued to say, carried away by his emotions.

"But what would it have served? What would it have served to keep making the same mistakes all my life?" he asked, and I simply nodded, dumbfounded.

"Y/n, I tried to hate you to make the pill go down more easily, believe me. But how could I hate a girl like you?" he asked, tears in his eyes.

"How could I hate the only woman who managed to open my heart and show me that there's always hope?" he continued, this time advancing towards me, and my heart started racing in my chest.

"I got my act together because you deserved someone better. You deserved to know that I was doing well, and I knew! Believe me, I knew how much you blamed yourself," he said, wiping my tears.

"That night when you told me straight in the eyes that you no longer loved me and that you no longer believed in us, I knew you were lying to protect me," he said, and I felt tears flowing again.

"You lied to me to protect me without even thinking about yourself. You put me before you, where no one had done it before," he continued, tapping his chest.

"Chris—" I said with a weak voice.

"No, I don't blame you, y/n. I don't blame you because I know you simply didn't have the choice to do that," he said, wiping my tears.

"And these last two years, I lived in doubt because I wasn't sure 100%, but when I saw your gaze on this porch, all my doubts flew away, and now I know," he said, plunging his eyes into mine.

I looked into his eyes; I had managed to regain normal breathing, and everything he had just told me had calmed my heart.

The open wound in my chest, bleeding and letting all my distress pour out, was closing.

I didn't know what to add; I didn't know what to say to him. It felt like a million things were happening in my mind, but what could it possibly mean?

And then my thoughts escaped my mind, fixating on his blue eyes, his pure eyes, his sincere gaze fixed on me.

I had forgotten how beautiful this man was.

I became aware of his warm hands on my cheeks; my heartbeat quickened, and I thought I saw a glint of desire growing in his eyes.

The silence became heavy, yet neither of us wanted to say anything.

Our faces slowly approached, and my eyes juggled between his and his lips.

What was happening? Was it supposed to be good? Or bad?

I wanted to throw myself at him, yes, but was it correct? Was it the alcohol? Did I misinterpret what was happening?

"Chris—" I said in a soft, almost inaudible voice before he closed the gap between our lips.

Shivers ran through my entire body; it was soft and so good.

His soft lips moved perfectly against mine.

One of his hands resting on my cheek slid down to the small of my back.

Meanwhile, my two hands found their place on his chest, and our kiss deepened.

This kiss, originally meant to say ‘welcome home’, quickly became more profound.

Our tongues collided; things escalated. The hand that rested on my waist descended to grip my hip, while one of my hands left his chest to settle on the side of his neck.

I felt something reignite in me, something I hadn't felt in a very long time: desire.

I became aware of what was happening, and I snapped out of this trance by stepping back and opening my eyes.

I caught my breath before telling him, "Chris."

"I'm sorry," he said, catching his breath too.

"We can't do this; we can't revisit this. I'm back in Boston only for the holidays," I said, shaking my head, trying to think of something else.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me; I shouldn't have." he said, running his hand through his hair.

"It's okay," I said, stepping towards him and placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I just found you again when I didn't think I'd have this chance; I want to do things right," I confessed.

"So, does that mean we're friends now?" he asked, and his question tore at my heart because, of course, I didn't want to be just friends. But things were too complicated for us to allow anything more.

"Yes, it means we're friends," I said, smiling slightly, and he returned a smile.

"I missed you," he said, hugging me.

"Missed you too," I replied, "feels like it's been ages since we last caught up," I added, chuckling.

"You must have hundreds of things to tell me then," he said, separating and smiling.

"I don't want to spoil your evening with my stories; it can wait," I told him, running my hand through my nape.

"Y/n, I went out to smoke a joint alone because this party is really lame," he said, rolling his eyes, "so believe me, I'd rather sit here with you and listen to everything you have to tell me."

"Hey, it's my comeback night, you're not allowed to say it's lame!" I told him, offended, giving him a shoulder punch.

"Okay, okay, sorry!" he said, laughing, before sitting on the couch, and I followed suit.

He took a joint out of his pocket, and before lighting it, he turned to me. "Hmm, want some?"

"Oh no, thanks, I'll stick to this tonight," I said, grabbing the bottle I'd left on the small table.

"Whiskey?" he said, surprised, "who are you?" he joked.

"Shut up, idiot, I grabbed the first bottle I came across on my way here," I said, rolling my eyes.

The conversation flowed naturally between us; it was almost as if we had never been apart. Of course, in two years, both he and I had changed a lot, so it was a bit strange. However, that connection, that complicity we had, seemed intact.

I'm not sure how long we stayed on that porch, talking, but the bottle I had drunk was already half empty, and Chris must have been on his third joint since the beginning of our conversation.

"I can't believe you told him that!" Chris said, laughing.

"I warned you; I'm not the helpless little girl I used to be," I replied, chuckling and shrugging.

"Yeah, I saw that," he said, gradually stopping his laughter.

The silence returned, and I was lost in my thoughts, already quite tipsy and in a curious mood.

I had been hesitating for several minutes, debating whether to ask him a question. The more I drank, the more I wanted to ask, even though I knew it wasn't the best idea.

"Chris?" I finally said softly, breaking the silence.

"Hmm?" he simply replied, turning his head towards me.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him timidly.

"You just did," he said with a smirk.

"No, seriously, stop it!" I said, laughing and giving him a shoulder punch.

He straightened up, turning completely towards me, resting his head on his hand with his arm leaning against the top of the couch. "Seriously, I'm listening," he said, still with that sly smile.

His eyes were red and squinted because of the weed, and I won't lie, it made him quite sexy... or maybe I had had a bit too much to drink; what was I even saying?

"Have you dated other girls since we broke up?" I asked, instantly regretting it.

"Y/n—" he began before I cut him off.

"Sorry, that was a dumb question. I don't know what got into me," I said, hiding my face with my hands.

He chuckled at my action. "It's okay; I don't mind answering if you answer too..." he said, shrugging.

I removed my face from my hands to look up at him.

"But are you sure you really want to hear my answer?" he added.

I just nodded.

"I've slept with other girls, yes," he began, and I cut him off without thinking.

"How many?" I asked, sitting up.

"I don't really know, two or three, but they were just casual things, especially at the beginning when I needed to distract myself," he explained, feeling the need to justify himself.

"Okay... and why?" I asked.

"Why what?" he asked, confused.

"Why casual? In two years, you had plenty of time to find another amazing girl to be with. You can't make me believe that as the first one to fall for you, no other girl wanted you," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't want to..." he confessed to me. "I— " he started before sighing, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea to explain why," he said, looking away.

"No, tell me; I want to know now," I urged him.

"Y/n," he said, looking me in the eyes.

"Chris, please, it's okay; we're just talking," I said, eager to know more.

"None of those girls were comparable to you," he admitted, "and I know it sounds silly, but it's just the truth. I couldn't get interested in those girls, and it wasn't their fault; they were interesting, and in another context, it might have worked with them," he said honestly.

"But my mind kept comparing them to you; none of them talked like you," he started saying, "none of them laughed like you," he added.

"None of them kissed like you," he said, looking at my lips, and I felt my panties dampen at that. Fuck.

"Every time I slept with another girl, I couldn't help but think of you, your body, and your moans," he said, lost in his thoughts.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips wrapped so perfectly around me," he said, and I had to slightly open my mouth to get more air.

He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Anyway, until now, I haven't been able to settle down with another girl because the only one I have in my mind is you," he said shyly.

I stared at him, mouth agape. I was dying to have him; everything he just told me had me way too excited.

"And you?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"What?" I said, clearing my throat.

"And you, have you dated other guys?" he said, chuckling.

"Oh!" I said, blushing. "No, none," I replied timidly.

"None?" he repeated, surprised, and I simply shook my head from side to side.

"And how many guys have you slept with then?" he asked.

I took a moment to answer, embarrassed by the situation.

"Y/n, it's okay; you can tell me. I just told you mine!" he said, rolling his eyes.

"I-" I said before sighing and biting my lip, and he furrowed his brows.

"None..." I said softly.

His eyes widened at my response.

"Are you serious?" he asked to make sure.

"Stop it; you know very well that I'm not the type to sleep around," I said, feeling awkward.

"No, I know that; it's just hard for me to conceive that you've managed two years without sex," he said with a smirk.

"Wait, what does that mean?" I said, furrowing my brows.

"Y/n, when we were together, you played the innocent a lot, but you can't deny that you were just as horny as I was, if it’s not more…" he said, laughing.

"Chris!" I said, bringing my hand to my mouth before chuckling as well.

"No, I'm not saying it's a bad thing; on the contrary, it was something I loved about you," he said honestly.

"I even found it rather sexy..." he added, shrugging.

I squeezed my thighs together at that moment, and Chris noticed because I saw his eyes leave mine and land on my thighs.

"We should change the subject," I said, taking a deep breath and running my hands over my thighs, a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry, I didn't know it would have that effect on you," he said, unable to help but smile.

"It's okay," I said, biting my lip.

We looked at each other for a moment, both feeling a bit awkward.

His eyes briefly shifted to my chest, and that was the last straw for me.

Without thinking twice, I straddled him, immediately connecting our lips. He didn't waste a second to put his hands on my hips, making me moan.

He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, and I started rocking my hips against him, making him groan in response.

His hands came to grip my hips to stop my movements, eliciting a frustrated groan from me.

"Y/n, this isn't right," he said, separating our lips.

"Chris, I don't care," I said, reconnecting our lips instantly. I was too hungry to stop there.

My hip movements resumed, and I could feel his erection through his jeans.

My hands were on his cheeks, and his hands firmly held my hips.

"You said we should do things right and that we were friends," he said, separating our lips again.

"Y/n, you've been drinking, and I don't want it to be something you regret tomorrow," he added.

"Some friends sleep together sometimes..." I said innocently, playing with his necklace.

He bit his lip and looked away. If there was one thing that could make this man weak, it was my way of acting innocently with him.

"Y/n," he said, closing his eyes and letting out a frustrated groan.

I knew I could make him crack; I just had to tease him enough.

I buried my head in his neck to kiss and leave a few love bites.

He tossed his head back to give me better access. "Fuck..." he whispered, and I slowly resumed my hip movements.

"Y/n, stop this," he said weakly, still with his fingers dug into my hips.

"Make me stop," I whispered in his ear before leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.

"Y/n," he said in a firm voice this time, grabbing me by the neck to make me face him. "Don't play with my nerves like that."

"Chris, please," I said, gripping the wrist of the hand around my neck.

"I'm the one asking you. It's just a favor we're doing each other as friends," I said with a slight moan. "You help me fill the void I've felt for 2 years, and I give you the opportunity not to have to just imagine fucking me for once," I added.

"You said it yourself, no girl moans like me, no one kisses you like me, and their lips don't wrap around you as well as mine do," I continued to convince him.

"It's just a one-time thing. After that, I swear we'll be just friends for real, please, Chris, I need you," I pleaded.

I don't know if it was the alcohol or simply the lack of sex, but I never thought I'd be capable of saying such things to a guy in my life.

"Just a one-time thing?" he asked.

"Just a one-time thing," I replied, nodding.

"Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, y/n. What are you doing to me?" he said before kissing me again without removing his hand from my neck.

He slid his hand under my dress to grab my ass and massage it while helping me grind against him.

"Mmph, Chris," I moaned into our kiss.

"Shhhh," he said, slapping my ass.

I started pulling at his T-shirt to signal that I wanted him to take it off.

"Not here, princess," he said, smiling against my lips before separating them. "Stand up," he ordered, and I obeyed.

He stood up as well, firmly grabbing my hand before guiding us inside.

We quickly made our way through the crowd, passing by Nick, who tried to stop us, but Chris simply ignored him, too busy at that moment trying not to bend me over one of the tables in the house to fuck me in front of everyone.

We climbed the stairs, and Chris opened the first door he saw, which happened to lead to Julia's room. If she finds out about this, she's going to kill me.

He slammed the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it.

Then, he pressed me against that door, tightening his grip around my neck just enough to restrict the blood flow, causing my head to spin.

He wasted no time in forcefully removing my dress, it was so abrupt that he could have torn it if he wanted.

"Chris, be careful, take it easy," I said, chuckling, before he silenced me with yet another kiss.

"Don't ask me to fucking take it easy when you've spent the last 10 minutes teasing me on that damn couch, y/n," he said, removing his T-shirt.

He took off my bra, adding, "I fucking missed you."

The next moment, he slid his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted me, making me moan in surprise. It seemed like the hold he had on me back then hadn't changed.

He reconnected our lips, heading towards the bed where he tossed me, making me moan again from the sudden force.

"Chris," I sighed in a heated breath as I sat up, facing him at waist height.

But before I could reach for his belt to undress him, he violently pushed me back. "You'll move when I tell you to move. Have you forgotten your manners?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

His gaze was dark and intense; he could have threatened to kill me, and I would have moaned because of how much he affected me.

"Touch yourself," he ordered.

"What?" I said, feeling my face turn all red.

"Don't make me repeat myself; you heard me," he said authoritatively.

I swallowed hard before starting to take off my panties.

"I didn't tell you to remove your panties," he said, interrupting me.

"But—" I began to say before he cut me off.

"Is it so hard to be a good girl, Y/n? In two years, have you forgotten everything?" he said, shaking his head.

His words made me even wetter; I dreamed of one thing only: feeling him inside me.

"No, sorry," I said before starting to make circular motions on my clit through my panties.

He licked his lips, slowly removing his belt without taking his eyes off me.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Without hesitation, I stood up, still looking at him innocently in the eyes.

"You are so fucking beautiful, Y/n," he said, holding me by the chin.

His compliment made me immediately smile and blush.

"Your wrists," he asked, letting go of my chin, and I handed him my wrists.

With his belt, he tied my wrists together before kissing me.

He leaned towards me without breaking our lips to signal me to lie down on the mattress, which I did.

He separated our lips for a brief moment to press my arms above my head. "Don't move," he whispered before sliding his lips into my neck.

"My poor baby, I can't believe you've abstained for 2 years," he said before descending his kisses towards my chest.

"Now that I'm here, I'll take care of that for you, my princess," he said, circling one of my nipples with his lips to kiss it.

"Chris, please," I moaned, wriggling a bit.

"Shhhh, be patient, believe me, I won't stop there," he said before starting to descend his kisses towards my lower abdomen.

The closer he got to my thighs, the more I felt like I was losing my mind. It had been so long since I had felt that burning desire between my legs.

"Fuck, Chris, stop, please, I need you," I pathetically begged when he started to kiss my pussy through my panties.

He just chuckled at my pleas before removing my panties and diving his head between my legs.

He surrounded my clit with his lips, and I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my mouth at that moment.

Lost in my own pleasure and especially completely carried away by the sensation of his tongue against me, I brought my two hands, still tied, to his hair to hold on.

He lifted his lips from me, making me raise my head towards him. "No, don't stop, Chris!" I said desperately.

"I told you not to move, Y/n," he reminded me, placing my hands back above my head.

"I'm sorry, I had—" I was interrupted in the middle of my sentence by his hands abruptly grabbing my waist to turn me over.

"What are you doing?" I said in a surprised moan when he grabbed my hips to put my ass in the air.

"This way, you'll have a much harder time moving," he said, and I could hear the smugness in his tone.

He kissed the base of my lower back, making me shiver, ensuring that my head remained pressed against the mattress below me.

He then placed a few kisses on my ass before resuming his work between my legs.

One of his hands kneaded my ass while he teased my entrance with the fingers of his other hand.

"Oh my—Chris," I said when he accelerated his tongue movements.

The sensation in my lower abdomen that I hadn't felt in so long was building up again; I was extremely close.

"C-Chris, I'm gonna cum," I moaned, burying my head in the pillow to try to muffle the sound of my moans.

"Give it to me, baby," he said, inserting two of his fingers into me and reconnecting his tongue to my clit.

"Fuck, Chris!" I exclaimed, feeling my legs tremble, and within seconds, my orgasm overwhelmed me.

Chris didn't detach his lips from me; he continued, and his fingers didn't slow down either. "Chris, I- I can't," I told him, breathless.

He detached himself from me at the sound of my words and turned me over again onto the mattress to kiss me.

I put my hands, still tied behind his neck, to bring him impossibly closer to me, which seemed to amuse him, judging by the way he smiled against my lips.

"You taste so fucking good, baby," he complimented me between our kisses, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I was still very sensitive, but I wanted more, I needed more.

So, I tightened my legs around his waist so that his erection pressed against my pussy.

"Are you that impatient?" he chuckled before reaching between our bodies to unbutton his pants, and I just nodded.

He straightened up to completely remove his pants and boxers before returning to position himself between my legs.

"If it hadn't been so long, I would've edged you for hours," he said, rubbing his tip against my thighs without entering.

"Chris, please, stop talking—" Before I could finish my sentence, he entered me without warning, making me moan in harmony with him.

"Oh my god, y/n, fuck, you're so—" I didn't let him finish his sentence, immediately capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.

He started moving inside me slowly, taking care to go all the way in with each thrust.

Our lips were still connected, our tongues perfectly synchronized—everything was perfect with him.

His pelvic movements accelerated, prompting me to throw my head back to moan once again.

"God, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make. Fuck, it's too good," Chris said, moaning as well, his head completely immersed in my neck, where he left fiery kisses.

"Chris—mmph," I started to speak but couldn't formulate my words correctly. Chris fucked me so well that I lost my words.

"What, baby? What do you want?" he said, seizing my chin to make me look into his eyes.

"I want to—fuck!" I said, moaning and closing my eyes. I felt him everywhere in me; it was too good.

"You can do it, sweetheart. Take your time," he said with a smirk, not slowing down.

"I want to touch you," I said, moaning again. "Please, Chris, I need to feel you," I begged.

He momentarily straightened up without pulling out to unfasten the belt around my wrists.

"Here you go, baby," he said in a soft voice before kissing me again.

This time, my hands went into his hair, neck, and back. I dug my nails into his back and biceps, completely controlled by my pleasure, and began to feel all these sensations invade me.

"Chris, oh my god, I'm so close!" I whined.

He sat up on his knees without pulling out. I moaned as he grabbed my legs and pulled them closer, penetrating even deeper.

"Mmmh, Chris," I moaned, raising my head to look at him.

"Shhhh," he said, placing my legs on either side of his head and encircling my knees with his arms to make sure I couldn't move.

He began thrusting into me at an unbearable speed, and the new angle allowed him to go really deep. His eyes were fixed on the lower part of my belly, where he could see himself entering and exiting. "Fuck," he exclaimed, keeping his mouth open.

"Chris! Chris, fu—god, don't stop!" I said, feeling my orgasm hit me hard when I started clenching around him. He spread my legs again to kiss me while still penetrating me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.

He gradually stopped his pelvic movements while continuing to kiss me. Our kiss was tired and messy, but he didn't stop there.

We were both catching our breath. He separated our lips, pressing his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he straightened up and withdrew from me, making me moan because I was still extremely sensitive.

I expected anything but what he did the next second. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me over again, pushing me on all fours.

"Chris, what—" Before I could finish my sentence, he started pounding into me without mercy, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.

"Oh my fuck, Chris, I can't!" I told him, burying my head in the pillow once again.

"Yes, of course, you can. I know you have one more for me," he said without slowing down this time, bringing his fingers to my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head.

It felt so good, but I was still too sensitive; he didn't give me enough respite. I felt like my heart was going to give out from the intensity. I couldn't help but moan, even though I was unsure if I really wanted him to stop because I could already feel my third orgasm approaching.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he said in my ear, slowing down and pressing his chest against my back.

When he slowed down, I felt my orgasm slipping away, and I thought I was losing my mind. "No! Don’t stop, I can take it!" I said, shaking my head.

He wrapped his arm around my throat to hold me in place "that's my girl," he said and sank his teeth into my shoulder, mixing pleasure and pain in the best way possible. He sped up again, his fingers massaging my clit, and his shaft going as deep as possible, making me see stars.

I was close, and so was he; I could feel it in the way he moaned. "Y/n, oh my—"

"Chris, I'm so close," I cried, feeling my orgasm on the verge of exploding.

"Give it to me, baby. Fuck, cum for me, princess," he said, and that was all I needed to climax. This one was more intense than the others, stronger and more hypnotic.

After a few more thrusts, Chris also came, moaning my name in my ear. "Oh my god," he said, breathless, before pulling out and collapsing beside me.

I didn't move a muscle, too exhausted from everything that had just happened. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just need to catch my breath," I replied, chuckling.

He laughed too before getting up to find something to clean me up. After a few minutes catching my breath in Chris's arms, we decided to get dressed and join our friends downstairs before someone noticed our absence.

And when I say someone, I obviously mean Julia, who will probably kill me when she finds out I slept with Chris in her bed.

Before leaving Julia's room, Chris kissed me one last time. "I missed you so fucking much," he said.

I chuckled before replying, "I missed you too, but we need to leave this room now." I said playfully, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.

We finally left the room, and our paths separated when we arrived in the living room because Nick needed to talk to Chris privately.

I was about to join my best friend when I felt someone grab my arm.

I turned to see who it was and found myself face to face with a girl with brown hair and light eyes.

"Who the fuck are you?" she asked me, full of rage.

I was completely confused because I didn't know this girl at all, and I didn't understand why she was addressing me this way.

"Hmm? Y/n, who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

Her eyes widened when she heard my name, and she let out a fake laugh at my response.

"I'm Tess, Chris's girlfriend!" she said with a big smile before approaching me. "So I suggest you keep your distance from him if you don't want me to bash your little depraved slut face!" she said, pushing me before turning on her heel and walking away.

Chris's girlfriend?!!

What the fuck?

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Surface Tension

Chapter 1: Great Unknown

Fandom: Aquaman

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Warnings: none yet, will have fluff and mild smut later

Summary: Y/N has lived on the surface for nearly 10 years after she was unwittingly a part of an assassination attempt on the then King of Atlantis Orm Marius. She has hidden away in a small coastal town in Maine, living as a human and building a simple but decent life in a duplex on the beach. Then one day someone moves in to the other half of the duplex. She goes to greet them only to discover it's Orm himself.

Note: Here it is! Orm on the surface! I hope you enjoy it, please any comments or critiques are appreciated! Also, if you want to know the song that inspired this chapter it is called 'Great Unknown' by William Ryan Key

Tags: @gabrieleskywalker

Will I ever stop imagining what if I'd done things differently and Will you find it a corner in your heart For me long after we part Funny how time doesn't care who we Love and who we wish we could repair So into this great unknown I will wander on my own

Y/N had never planned to be running from Atlantis. She hadn't meant for any of this to happen. She had just wanted to help the people in the lower city, the non nobility in Atlantis, to have a better life. How handing out supplies and funding small businesses to help them flourish became attempted murder she didn't know. But here she was, in her room at her mother's mansion, packing a small bag so that she could disappear.

She wasn't sure how a person's entire life could fit into a bag the size of small sea turtle but that's all she had. Into the bag went the mosaic of her father and she, when she was barely walking and he was still alive. They were poor, but they were happy. Then the plague came through, killing him in days and she was immune, meaning that her blood was noble. A DNA test later and it was discovered her mother was a councilwoman for King Orvax, so she was sent to live with her. Her mother didn't want her, Y/N was the result of a foolish night of 'slumming' as her mother said and her father had been so happy to have a daughter that, Roux Velix, never had to bother with the child again. But now she had to face her mistake and bring this child into her home. She put a smile on her face, making a story about Y/N being kidnapped by her father as a baby to save face, and welcomed the child like she was wanted.

Y/N put a bracelet into her bag next. The only gift that had been given to her in kindness, from the daughter of another council member, her first real love when she was a teenager. That had ended when her mother had found out, already having wild ideas about her marrying the prince, whom she had yet to meet. They fought, screaming at each other until Roux revealed that she had never wanted Y/N and that she wished that the plague had been made to kill anyone with low blood. Y/N had been suspicious of that comment so she started digging into what actually went on in those council meetings between her mother and the king. She was disgusted by what she found.

A flier for a meeting of the Atlantis for All activist group was slid into the front pocket of the bag. Y/N had snuck out in her early 20's, finally getting up the courage to seek out others with similar ideas, hiding under a maid's cowl, to meet with the small Atlantis for All group in the lower city. It had been cleared of the sickness that had taken her father by now, and this group had been operating for years, doing small acts of kindness for the low class Atlantians. When she arrived they didn't trust her, thinking she was coming in as a plant from the nobility to spy on them. It took a few years of hard work and providing funds from her mother's accounts before they really welcomed her. She bonded with one particular person, Aria, who soon became her best friend.

Finally she put letters into the bag. Letters between her and members of AfA, notes from Aria encouraging her to be her true self, things that made her feel happy and reminded her of the fun times she had before Hendrix arrived to begin tearing everything apart. Just as Prince Orm was readying to become king another member of the nobility had joined them. Y/N had never met him before but that didn't surprise her. Her mother didn't let her come to events where someone might ask her about her home life or her history, and she didn't seek out others in the nobility. The few times she had she had either gotten her nose or her heart broken. But Hendrix came in and he was charismatic, he knew how to make people believe him and even more, believe in him. Soon he was nearly running the show and he tasked Y/N with something so that they could protest the coronation of Prince Orm. She had to find out from her mother the route that the parade would travel that day.

"How did you know my mother was in charge of the schedule of events?" she had asked. She assumed he hated the nobility and despised Orm and what he stood for as much as she did, how could he even speak to enough of them to find out this information. He had smiled sweetly at her, and she couldn't lie, she had nearly melted at the attention. She loved when sweet, kind attention was given to her. She was going to soon realize that those who paid that kind of attention to her were just out to use her.

"We must know our enemy if we are to actually interact with them on their level," he said. "Most of you are lower city, those without noble blood, you were raised with them Y/N, I was raised with the royals. I have found that if I want to enact change I first have to understand what they are about. I spoke to several council members at the coronation announcement and was able to convince one to tell me some details. Please, just ask your mother. Once we know the route we can choose the best spot for our protest."

What an amazing liar Hendrix was. The AfA was planning a protest while Hendrix was planning an attack. What no one knew was that Hendrix himself was in line for the crown should anything happen to Orm and well, he always loved to put on a crown.

The parade had gone as it was supposed to, until they rounded the corner closest to the palace. The group was gathered, Y/N at the front with a projector, voice singing out a song of resistance, asking for equal rights for all. Hendrix was supposed to shoot off a cracker, bringing attention to the group. Then Y/N noticed that the canister was ramping up. It wasn't a cracker, it was an energy pulse. She grabbed it from him just as it shot off, barely missing Orm's head, instead hitting the back of the floater he was in, sending it spinning. She knew she had to run and just before the guards descended she and few others took off. She made it back to her room in minutes.

Now here she was, bag packed, ready to run.

She had no idea what to do once she got to the surface and was lucky that Aria had run early and had the sense to do some research before going to land. They met on the way to a small town in the state of Maine. Aria had the knowledge and Y/N had stolen enough from her mother that they were able to get fake documents and rent a duplex on the beach, rooming together for awhile before Aria found someone in town to love and marry. Y/N remained in the duplex overlooking the water. She knew that she probably would never be able to travel far from the rocky shore but she still wanted to see the ocean. She loved the sea and would forever regret what had happened.

For 10 years she settled into a life in Maine, opening a cafe, learning all she could about the surface, and continuing to try and help anyone she could. She had no idea that soon she would be forced back into the Atlantian world and would have to face the man she almost helped assassinate.

When everybody filled me up with pride I was only looking for a place to hide I am no statue or monument to raise But I try my best these days Funny how time doesn't mind who we Keep and who we bear to leave behind So into this great unknown I will wander on my own

Orm couldn't tell Arthur but he was going to miss him. He was going to miss his brother, his mother, his nephew, and especially his kingdom. He knew it wasn't his anymore, and he had been imprisoned for years, but in that time he had thought about everything he would do differently if he were able to go back, go make things right. Now though, he couldn't go back, not yet, possibly not ever. And that broke his heart.

He took some time, mostly walking up the east coast, still living in the ocean when he could, sleeping on beaches and in coves, still wanting to feel close to his home. He didn't bother much with the surface world, choosing instead to let his pity fester. He didn't want to be on the surface and as much as Arthur touted the pros of living on the land Orm didn't want to bother. It was after Orm started garnering attention on the surface news that Arthur finally had to come in and tell him he had to settle somewhere.

"I know you don't want to, you're restless, but that's making you conspicuous and since Atlantis has been revealed, people are traveling to the surface to explore. Someone is bound to recognize you if you keep making waves," Arthur said as they drove up the coast of Maine. He had said he found a place he could stay. It was near Tom's lighthouse and Atlanna had agreed that she would use part of the stipend she received for being the former queen to help fund Orm's needs. He didn't enjoy the idea but the king wasn't really giving him a choice.

"Making waves, funny," Orm grumbled. "So I am expected to live in this house? And what?"

"I don't know, read a book, watch some TV, you have a neighbor, meet them, make a friend, get laid, who cares? Just keep laying low," Arthur said, pulling up to a house that seemed split in two. There were two doors sharing a large porch, it was two stories, and to Orm's happiness at least, was boarding a rocky beach that allowed him to walk to the ocean if he wanted. "We got it furnished already, fridge is full, and I left information about places to eat and different sites you could visit." Orm got out of the truck and grabbed his bag, just a single backpack, and headed to the front door. Arthur let him know that Tom's lighthouse was only 10 miles north and he could go to them any time he needed anything and they would get Arthur. Orm waved back to the truck and watched it pull away.

He was about to enter his new home when the other door opened and a woman stepped out. He turned to look at her, not sure what he expected from this neighbor, but the look of surprise wasn't it. She recovered quickly and he decided to ignore it. He had probably made a similar face, considering his surprise at how pretty she was. He had seen pretty surface dwellers before, but not like her. Maybe she thought he was just as pleasing to look at. Arthur had said to get laid.

Y/N had covered her shock at seeing King Orm standing on her porch, apparently moving into the other side of the duplex, but she was still panicking inside. What was he doing here? What had happened that the man who's major selling point to the Atlantian people was how much he hated the surface world. She put on a smile, resolving that she would try her best to keep him from realizing that she was Atlantian and also keeping it secret what she had done, what she had been involved in.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Vila, I guess I'm your neighbor" she introduced, offering her hand. Orm smiled a little back at her, taking her hand hesitantly, sending a bit of a flutter through her. O no.

#ormmariusxreader #orm marius x reader #ormmarius #king orm #orm marius #kingormxreader #kingorm #king orm x reader #ormseries3

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quodekash · 9 months

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guys jokezo just made out and now they have to share a bed together. just chew on that for a bit.

NO, DON'T GIVE ME THEM SITTING ON A BUS

GIVE ME WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEY HAD TO SLEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED IMMEDIATELY AFTER THEY MADE OUT

👀

(they made out last night btw)

(just in case anyone forgot)

(and then they had to share a bed)

ass x7

also zo is fully just not doing anything lmao

everyone's pushing with all their might and zo is just 🧍‍♂️

FUIWEBSDGIOUVEWJBOGD

oh the desperate thigh grab

yeah, im with him on this, they need to talk about it. especially about how they had to slEEP IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER THAT

welp. I guess joke's day was just ruined in a slap to the face disguised as a few words

AND THE WAY HE TAKES HIS HAND OFF ZO'S THIGH AFTER THAT????? OUCHHHH

I must say tho, this is really giving episode-6-of-bad-buddy

its very patpran-post-rooftop-kiss-core

the vibes be gay and yearning and very very sad

OKAY, THE MOTHER, FINALLY

a few things to say about her

1. she's gorgeous

2. DAMN she is SHORT

3. I was rewatching the first four episodes yesterday and today because I could, and I noticed in the first episode, zo asked his friends to not tag him in photos they took at the bar, because "I don't want my mum to see"

but my question is... why? he's just out drinking with friends, he's an adult, he's not being irresponsible or anything, so why doesn't he want her to see the photos?

is it something to do with what his mum thinks of him? is she overbearing? does she have high expectations of him? does she kinda suck?

she's probably lovely though, and ill end up adding her to my list-of-fictional-parents-to-get-adopted-by (it's a very long list)

I guess we shall find out today as the episode progresses

oh, honey, you're so queer

the amount of times ive done exactly this

she's so short its hilarious omg

also: ive decided I love his mum

she's so sweet

and neither of them know how to use a stove and I think that's so hilarious and endearing

HSDHSHFSHDHHS

(also: this scene is making me think of akkayan at aye's house having a meal with his mum and rhbgdhjgb)

he's putting two and two together

the few braincells he has that aren't dedicated to debating are whirring in his mind

I can practically hear his thoughts

"he kissed me back... he wants to talk about the kiss... we went on two dates together at his suggestion... he showed up at my house and charmed my mother... he says I have secret admirers..." cmon sweetie youre so close

"WAIT, DOES HE LIKE ME?" omg honeybun you did it!

or maybe he didn't do it

maybe he was still shuffling the pieces in his brain but hadn't put them together and then his mum said something and distracted him

either way: that was hilarious and I want to high five dunk for his acting there

HIGH EXPECTATIONS, I KNEW IT

still love her tho

high expectations suck but she seems wonderful so far (obviously my opinion will change if the circumstances do (like if it turns out she completely sucks) but for now she's made it to the adoption list)

brb, gonna go cry real quick

well now their thumbs are making out

you see, I understand the things he's saying. and I honestly agree with him. if I were ever somehow put in his position, id probably say the same things.

HOWEVER, I just want my bl boys to kiss again and be happy and together and I appreciate the realism over the usual fantasy kinda situation we go for in bls, but I just want them to kissssss

this is very good advice

I hope that jokezo kiss again this episode

also AAAGBRDHFKBG JENGPOK CRUMBS

YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S LOSING THEIR MIND OVER JENGPOK AGAIN

BERIUFDJKGBEORPVFD

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

SHUT UP

SHUT UP SHUT UP

IM NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING

FHEWSDGFVESDV

THIS IS TOO FUNNY

im gonna start crying soon

its so funny

help me

girl is worried

I know this is what jeng told you to do but is during debate club really the right moment

im so certain that she ships it

awwhhhhh

HE SAID IT

HE SAID THE THING

AAAAAAAAA

hell yeah

GOUERJLHDGOBIERVLDNF

AAAAAAAAAAA

IM SCREAMING

THATS IT??

THAT'S THE END OF THE EPISODE??

THEY DIDNT EVEN KISS

OR ADDRESS THE FACT THAT - and I can't stress this enough - THEY SLEPT IN THE SAME FREAKING BED AFTER FULL-ASS MAKING OUT

omg next episode is gonna be amazing

I can't wait

gekjrdsbfd I love them so much

im like 70% certain they're gonna kiss next episode so fingers crossed

ALSO NITA DEFINITELY SHIPS IT

anyway. that was good. I should go to sleep now

#quodekash's unhidden agenda to watch hidden agenda #hidden agenda #hidden agenda series #hidden agenda the series #jokezo #zojoke #pokjeng #jengpok #joongdunk #aouboom #aou thanaboon #boom tharatorn #joong archen #dunk natachai

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yumeka-sxf · 1 year

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A chronological analysis on Twilight and Yor - Part 11

*This is part of an ongoing post series. If you missed the Introduction/Part 1, click here*

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When the "doggy crisis" is finally resolved and the Forgers are reunited, Twilight rightfully chews Anya out for running off by herself. But he then softens and asks if she's hurt, and when she tells him that Bond protected her, he makes sure to give the dog a sincere thank you for saving his daughter. As I said before, anyone who shows respect to animals gets character points to me, especially someone like Twilight whose line of work makes him distrustful of everyone and everything. It's not like he had any reason to gain Bond's favor at that moment – he genuinely felt gratitude for the dog and wanted to express it.

And of course, in classic Spy x Family fashion, Twilight's fib about being stuck in the bathroom the whole time causes the overly self-conscious Yor to assume it's from the awful breakfast she made (something that will have repercussions later).

When they go on their first outing with Bond at the park, Twilight muses to himself about life post-Operation Strix, something he hadn't done since he first adopted Anya. Compared to back then when he flatly stated that he'll send Anya back to the orphanage when it's all over, this time he says that the agency will do what they can for Anya and Yor even though he won't see them again.

It's obvious that Yor is attached to Anya, so he knows she would have no reason to abandon her even if he left the family. The terrorist crisis that had just occurred made him remember that his ultimate goal of ending the cold war is top priority. He reinforces his utilitarian view that this is what's most important for everyone's future even if it means sacrificing some happiness along the way…like Anya's, Yor's, and, though he won't admit it, his own.

Twilight does seem to feel regret about this as he recalls that he just told Anya that she has a responsibility to care for the newly adopted Bond for the rest of his life, yet he won't be doing the same for the child he adopted.

As for why he says he would never be able to see Anya and Yor again, in his mind, maintaining a relationship that's unnecessary for his work would just be a hindrance. I also think that he wouldn't want to put them in danger by having any association with him – they had just gotten dragged into the terrorist mission he was trying to take care of after all. I imagine he plans to do something like fake the death/disappearance of Loid Forger, or maybe say/do things to Anya and Yor that would make them hate him so he could easily break ties with them (hopefully that's not the case as that would be too heartbreaking! Of course, he wouldn't be able to fool Anya…but I digress). Either scenario would result in him not being able to see them again, at least not as the Loid Forger they've come to know.

Twilight reminds himself of this again soon after when he tries to help Franky woo the girl he has a crush on (which ends in failure). When they're drinking together at the bar, he tells Franky that people like them can't afford to have feelings for others as it would only end badly.

At this point in the series, we know that Twilight has at least some feelings for Yor and Anya (which will be pointed out by Nightfall soon) so perhaps he's saying this also as a reprimand to himself as well as a reminder to Franky? But Franky tends to be a "pot calling the kettle black," since he's the one who told Twilight back when they were pretending to be SSS agents to keep his emotions out of his daily life, yet Franky tries to pursue relationships with women left and right, without any emotional restraint (and will continue to do so even after he and Twilight have this conversation). And then there's Nightfall who, despite her constant poker face, does nothing but imagine lovey-dovey scenarios with herself and Twilight. Seems that, as much as spy people preach about keeping emotions out of the picture, emotions seep through even harder than normal. But while Franky and Nightfall don't lie to themselves about these feelings, Twilight does…will that make it all the more torturous for him when he can lie no longer?

Continue to Part 12 ->

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maremartinelli · 1 month

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LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE

Edmund Pevensie X Fem!reader

Summary: In which Edmund becomes jealous of the friendship that Y/n has with Caspian and ends up saying nasty things. Which results in a much bigger problem.

Words: 4K+

Warnings: Mention of death, mention of betrayal, drowning, swearing, injuries and a cute happy ending.

Author: Always remembering that English is not my first language, I apologize for any spelling errors that may be in the story. And I'm sorry, I got carried away and wrote four thousand words.But the plot is good, have fun!!!

MASTERLIST

Y/n and Edmund were already friends when they went to the professor's house to escape the war. And it was also there when they were able to travel to Narnia for the first time, and despite everything they went through, they had each other for support.

After defeating the White Queen and becoming kings and queens of Narnia, Ed and Y/n's friendship began to take a different direction. They were both more than in love with each other and everyone knew it, but they were so oblivious that they didn't notice the signs they were giving.

A few years passed and courage came along with maturity and they confessed the feelings they felt for each other. It didn't take long for Edmund to ask Y/n to marry him and they got married.

However, after 1 year of marriage, Y/n and the Pevensies brothers ended up returning to the real world, in which they were still children.

And after long conversations, Y/n and Edmund returned to their relationship status and became boyfriends again. Because well, it wasn't the most common thing for pre-teens to be married, like that from one day to the next - despite having spent years in Narnia.

The years in the real world passed, Edmund and Y/n were happy with their relationship. They both studied at the same school, they had returned home, everything was going very well. Until a call comes and drags them to Narnia again.

After much searching for why they were there, they meet Prince Caspian who ends up telling them everything that was happening in the world.

Days passed and the ancient kings and queens had formed an army of soldiers together with Caspian, to prevent any type of threat that the Telmarines could send.

At the moment, Edmund and Y/n were sitting on top of the cave in which they were 'hiding'.

The 16-year-old girl was swinging her legs, while Edmund was behind them, with his arms around her waist and his head resting on his left shoulder.

"What would have happened if we hadn't returned to our world the first time we came here?" Edmund asks, while looking at the horizon together with Y/n.

The sun was still very high, but as it was autumn, the sun's rays did not provide adequate heat.

Y/n shifts a little and puts her hands where Ed's were.

"Honestly?? I don't know. But one thing is for sure, we wouldn't be here to help Caspian with the Telmarines." Edmund rolls his eyes when he mentions the prince's name. It wasn't like he hated the man. But lately he was with Y/n a lot and that was making the brunette jealous. "I don't think I could live 1300 years to be here" The girl jokes and Edmund smiles.

He places a kiss on the girl's shoulder and turns his head to look at his girlfriend.

"Since we're here, we should go for a walk. Peter said that later--" Ed can't finish, as someone is calling Y/n's name downstairs.

“Y/N!!” The person looks up and waves at the two.

"Can't this idiot see that you're busy?" Edmund spoke quietly, just to himself.

"CASPIAN, HI!!" Y/n waves from above, as she takes Edmundo's hands off her waist and prepares to get up. "I had agreed with Caspian that I would help him train with the sword." She smiles at Edmund, who now had a frown as he looked down at Caspian, as the Prince spoke to Reepicheep.

"Shouldn't we go for a walk now?" Ed turns his head to Y/n, but he was still in his place. Meanwhile, Y/n took her sword and placed it next to her waist and tied her hair in a high ponytail.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you later" The girl leans over and places a quick kiss on her boyfriend's cheek and walks towards the stairs.

Edmund turns forward again and sighs deeply, as he sees his girlfriend approach Caspian downstairs and laugh at something he said.

It's not like Edmund is a man with insecurities. On the contrary, he had a gigantic ego and loved to tease Y/n with it. Which made the girl roll her eyes and say that he was a man with very high self-esteem. But ever since Caspian showed up and formed a friendship with Y/n, he felt inferior to the prince.

There was even one night where Y/n was talking to Caspian about the war that was brewing and Edmund found himself thinking how well the two of them suited each other.

If Y/n knew this, she could spank her boyfriend and tell him to never think about it again. He was hers, and she would always be his. There was nothing and no one that could make the two separate.

But Edmund didn't know.

•••••••••••••••••••••••

Hours had passed and if they were to calculate the time with the position of the sun, they could say that it was already past 4 in the afternoon.

Edmund was inside with Lucy, Susan and Peter while the three talked about strategies against Miraz. Ed's mind wasn't fully in the conversation, Y/n and Caspian hadn't yet returned from training and this was causing different paranoias that his mind invented.

"Edmund? Are you okay?" Lucy asks and the other two brothers turn their heads to look at the boy too.

"Yes, yes. Of course" he says shaking his head and smiling fakely.

"So what did Peter just say?"

"Something about you and Susan going to the forest later" Edmund says and Lucy nods and returns to the conversation with her older brothers.

No more minutes pass and Edmund can hear Y/n's voice fill his ears, followed by Caspian's laughter. Which made the Righteous King roll his eyes slightly.

"I'm glad you're here!! I wanted to talk to you" Peter says as Y/n and the Prince approached them.

Y/n smiles and approaches Edmund to wrap his arm around Ed's.

It was no secret that Y/n's love actor was physical touch. Whenever she could, she hooked her arms with Edmund's, or just her little fingers. Kisses were also exchanged, on the corner of the mouth, on the cheek, on the neck, on the hand. She and Ed were in love with each other and never failed to show it to the public.

However, this time, when Y/n approached him to touch him, he shied away. At the moment, Y/n didn't notice and so didn't try to make contact with him again, she was paying attention to what Peter was telling her. However, Susan and Lucy observed their younger brother's action and exchanged glances.

"As I had for my brothers, we will leave in the morning to go to Miraz's camp, while Edmund goes to meet him to send a message, Caspian and Y/n try to get as much equipment as they can from their army. Ok?" Peter finishes and Y/n nods while the others respond that everything is fine.

"It was just that?" Edmund asks and Peter nods. "Okay, I'm leaving" he says in a serious tone and leaves the room. Leaving, Peter and Caspian talking, while Y/n frowned and watched her boyfriend leave the large space. Therefore, Susan and Lucy exchanged glances again.

"What was this?" Y/n turns to her sisters-in-law and asks.

Lucy shrugs. As if to say he didn't know either.

"We don't know. The moment you arrived and went close to him, Lucy and I saw that he escaped. But after that, I think there is something wrong with him" Susan says worriedly.

"I saw him leave, but I didn't want to say anything." Y/n speaks. "We were much earlier. I'm going to see what's going on!!" Y/n smiles at her sisters-in-law before moving.

"Lucy and I are going to get ready to leave. Let us know anything, ok?" Susan puts a hand on her sister-in-law's shoulder and she smiles.

"Okay. And you guys take care!!" Y/n says and smiles at them, so Susan and Lucy leave the room too.

"So?? Do you want to train more or enough classes for today?" Caspian asks as soon as Peter starts talking to his troops.

"I think today is fine. I'm going to check on Eds. He's been acting strange since we arrived" Y/n says and Caspian nods positively.

"Okay. Go check on your husband" he smiles kindly.

Y/n furrows her eyebrows and smiles.

"How do you know Ed and I were married?" She puts her hands in the back pocket of her pants and questions Caspian with a smile.

"Well, I had to do some research before they called you guys to help me." He says raising his arms in surrender. "They were murderers and they were at my uncle's side"

Y/n rolls her eyes smiling.

"Really. It's always good to do some research like that beforehand" She laughs and then walks away a little. "See you later, Caspian"

He raises a hand as a way of saying goodbye and Y/n leaves and goes to where Edmund could be.

After looking for him in every room, the last place he could be is up there. Where was he with her earlier?

Once there, Edmund had his feet on the edge and threw some pebbles he found on the ground beside him.

"Eds, is everything okay? You walked out of the room strangely just now. And well, these last few days you've been acting really strangely too. Is something going on?" Y/n asks as she bends down and places her hands on his shoulders.

He shrugs his shoulders and Y/n removes his hands and looks at Ed, while sitting next to him.

"It's okay...I guess" he says quietly.

"Ed...I know when something is going on with you. I've known you since I was little, we were married and dating for years. You can trust me." She tries to get closer to him, but he removes his hand before she can put it on.

“Yes, that’s the problem Y/n!!” He turns quickly, making Y/n jump. "I can trust you, I've known you for years. The way you know me, I know you, but it's not happening anymore. These meetings of yours with Caspian all early in the morning and late in the afternoon are driving me crazy." He gets up and Y/n looks at him scared.

Which ends up causing her to get up too and start to question what he was trying to say.

"Edmund?? What are you insinuating with that??" Y/n says seriously. "You mean I'm seeing Caspian because I can have a secret romance with him??? IS THAT?" Y/n freaks out. How in years could he think that of her?!

“IT’S Y/N, EXACTLY THAT!!” He screams and opens his arms briefly. Which made Y/n's eyes start to form tears in the corner of them. "You spend so much time with him, I feel like you're putting our relationship aside. I know we're in a possible war, but spending time with your boyfriend doesn't kill anyone."

"Are you listening to what you're saying?? It seems like you don't trust me and our relationship" she says with some tears falling.

"How can I trust?? When we were Kings and Queens of Narnia, you ran away from your marriage to the prince of Calormania to be with me. What guarantee do I have, that you are not doing this again to be with Caspian and me?" drop??" Edmund says loudly and turns to see Y/n, realizing what had said, his eyes widen.

Y/n stands ecstatic in place. Immobile, statue. His brain was replaying all the words Ed will just say.

What guarantee do I have that you're not doing this again to get Caspian and dump me??

Was that what he thought of her?? If she had done it once, could she do it again? With him?? Love of your life?!!

"Y/n, I don't..." He tries to say but she cuts him off in the middle of the sentence.

"Is that what you think about me, Edmund??" Tears fall violently from the girl's eyes. "Do you think that if I did it once I can do it again?? Do you think I have a chance of leaving you?? You are insulting me, as if I were capable of that. You know very well how I feel about this matter. It's the same thing about you!! Would you like me to say that you have a chance of betraying your brothers again?? I NEVER INSIGNED THAT TO YOU. HOW COULD EDMUND BE ABLE TO DO THAT??" Y/n practically screams, as she turns to leave.

"Y/n, that's not what I was saying. You know--" he follows her up the stairs and outside.

"SHUT UP" She screams. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP" she screams desperately, making Peter, who was inside, listen. "Leave me alone" Y/n says before walking away and leaving Edmund crying.

Peter runs out and finds Edmund kneeling on the floor crying desperately, while running his hands through his hair.

"Ed, what happened??" Peter approaches his brother. “I heard Y/n screaming.” With this sentence, Edmund cries more.

Peter helps his brother to cheer himself up, as he stood up and looked around to see if Y/n was nearby.

The sun was starting to set and he didn't want anyone outside the perimeters they had established. If not, it would be certain death if it was disarming.

Peter had even thought about sending some of his soldiers to go after Y/n, but he knew that she and Edmund had a fight and she needed to cool down.

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Night had already fallen and hours had passed, and Y/n still hadn't returned.

Looking around the perimeter, one of the soldiers had informed Peter, Caspian and Edmund that one of the horses had gone missing. Which led the three of them to think that Y/n had gone riding to try and distract her mind.

"Alright, me and a few others will go after Queen Y/n. In the meantime, you guys stay here in case she shows up." Peter says.

"I'll go along" Edmund says, getting up from a rock he was sitting on.

Reepicheep jumps on Edmund's shoulder and slaps him on the head.

"aww!!"

"You stay here. I heard your fight and I know the last person she wants to see is you. Sit there now!!" He says harshly and Edmund obeys.

Caspian lowers his head and hides as Edmund glares deadly at him.

"Should we inform Susan and Lucy too??" Caspian says, as he looked at King Peter now.

"They must be very far away now. But we will find Y/n before they even ask if everything is okay here." Peter tries to think positively.

With that, Peter and 3 other soldiers from his troops left to go in search of Y/n who was now probably lost in the forest. Thus leaving Caspian, Edmund and Reepicheep inside.

"Look..." Caspian starts saying and Edmund looks at him. "I probably know that the fight started because of me..."

"...I'm glad you know..." Edmund rolls his eyes.

"And I really didn't want to have caused it. I never looked at her or thought about anything more than our friendship. She's a sweet, gentle, companionable girl. Before I called you to Narnia again, I found out that you were married and had a beautiful relationship before this, it was never my intention to separate one from the other. I also know how much she loves you, in our first trainings, she couldn't stop talking about how you trained her in Cair Paravel. Her eyes filled with love and passion when" Caspian he finishes and gives Edmund a friendly smile, before leaving and leaving him alone.

And when he realized the positive words Caspian gave him, Edmund burst into tears again.

And meanwhile, Peter and the soldiers were in the dense forest looking for Y/n. The current of the river that passed by them was so violent that it made a giant noise.

"KING PETER, I THINK I FOUND SOMETHING" Oreius says louder than Peter could hear.

With that, The Magnificent King and the others approach where Oreius was. Only to see Y/n's horse lying dead on the riverbank, with some arrows in its belly and Y/n trapped between some rocks in the river, also with an arrow shot in her left arm.

“Holy shit, Y/n!!” Peter exclaims desperately as he gets off the horse and runs to the water to get her out.

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After pulling Y/n out of the water, Peter and the troops ran to where they were camping so he could go to one of his soldiers who could save her.

The Queen was in terrible condition, and if there was no one who had medical experience, the end would be near.

Not even Lucy's bottle could help, since she and Susan had left for a mission and if they were to call them now to come back, Y/n would already be gone.

Arriving at the place where they were, Peter gets off the horse with Y/n in his arms and runs to the main room. Thus asking Oreius to call someone from his troops with medical experience to help his sister-in-law.

“Y/N!?” Edmund runs towards his brother and his girlfriend, while Peter placed Y/n lying on the floor.

"We found her in the river trapped in some rocks. We don't know how long she was there, but she was hit by an arrow and that probably caused her to fall off her horse and drown in the water." Peter explains and Edmund tried to do mouth to mouth breathing with her, so that she would come back to life.

"Has anyone called a specialist yet??" Edmund speaks loudly and they nod their heads in agreement.

Before long, Oreius arrived with a fellow soldier who said she already had experience with this type of trauma and had already managed to save some.

"Excuse me" Fabieni - the minotaur, approaches Y/n's body and begins to carry out the procedures with the equipment available there.

King Peter asked to empty the room and leave only those most useful. So as not to disturb Fabieni in the rescue process.

Caspian nodded and was about to leave with the others, when he felt a hand pull his forearm.

"Y-you can stay" Caspian looks back and sees Edmund with his eyes full of tears.

Caspian smiles slightly and nods.

Peter, Caspian, Edmund and Oreius were further away from Y/n's body, so as not to disturb Fabieni in the process.

There were a few minutes of Fabieni giving Y/n cardiac massage and examining the arrow wound on her arm, before stopping and looking down. Which left Edmund distressed.

"What happened?? What's going on??" Edmund gets up and approaches Y/n's body.

"I've tried everything... But we don't know exactly how long she was in the water, and we don't know how deep the arrow could be in her chest. And if we pull it out and there's a hemorrhage, we don't have any equipment that can save her." la. Your pulse is also very weak...I'm sorry, King Edmund..." Fabieni says before getting up and being guided by Oreius out of the room.

Edmundol lowers himself onto Y/n's body and begins to cry desperately. Peter also had some tears in his eyes when he approached his brother.

"Ed...did you hear Fabieni...come on brother, there's nothing--"

"NO!!" Edmund screams and starts giving Y/n a cardiac massage, while interspersing with mouth-to-mouth breathing. "I'm not going to let Y/n go away like this. There's something. Someone call Susan and Lucy here again, Lucy has that bottle that can help and--"

"They're very far away at these times, Ed" Peter tries to put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"NO, GET UP AND DO SOMETHING. I'M NOT GOING TO LET MY WIFE DIE HERE!!" Edmund screams and goes back to doing cardiac massage.

What he didn't know was that right when Peter went after Y/n, Caspian had called them by trumpet and they would probably already be nearby.

"Peter, come here..." Caspian calls the supreme king and they both leave the room, to leave Edmund alone and Caspian to talk to Peter about what he had already done.

"Come on, Y/n" Edmund squeezed Y/n's chest, so that her pulse increased. "Come back to me, baby." He cries, almost losing his strength but never giving up on her. "I'm sorry for everything I put you through, it's all my fault. You know I love you so much and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. But I feel like I hurt your heart with those disgusting words I screamed at you. So please come back to me." Edmund cries as he says it. "If you don't want to be with me anymore, that's fine, but please. Come back to life"

Edmund spent around 40 minutes doing cardiac massage until the queens arrived.

"Where is she, where is she?" Lucy runs into the room. "Edmund!!"

"Lucy!!"

"Caspian called us a few hours ago, we didn't know what it was but we came as quickly as possible" Susan explains as she approaches her younger brother.

Edmund looks at Caspian and tries to smile.

He made a mental note to thank Caspian after this was all over.

"Come Ed, let Lúcia take care of it now" Peter calls his brother and wraps him in a hug, while Edmund looked at his girlfriend's body, almost devoid of color and life.

Lucy bent down next to Y/n's body with the bottle and checked her pulse. Thus, standing next to your sister-in-law's glass without making any movement or putting a drop from the bottle in her mouth

"Lucy, why are you standing there?? Do something!!" Edmund asks, trying to get out of his older brother's arms.

Meanwhile, Susan, Caspian, Oreius and reepicheep were further away.

"I need her heartbeat to stop so I can put the liquid in her. We don't know what will happen if I ingest it in her, when she still has life. Even if it's minimal" Lucy says and then checks her pulse.

It doesn't take long for Lucy to place her sister-in-law's arm on the floor and turn to her brothers.

"The pulse is gone" she says and Edmund starts to cry. "Now we just have to pray for it to take effect" Lucy says while shaking and putting a drop of the liquid in her sister-in-law's mouth and taking the arrow out of her chest, thus pressing it so that there is no bleeding.

Seconds and minutes passed and nothing was back to normal.

Edmund leaves Peter's side and approaches Y/n.

"Why isn't it working??" He asks desperately and Lucy gets up, now with some tears in her eyes.

Had she arrived too late??

Edmund looks at Y/n and caresses his girlfriend/wife's pale cheek.

"Y/n, please...come back to me" a tear falls from Ed's eye and lands on the girl's face. Thus making her open her eyes and start coughing.

Ed helps her get up to spit out the water that was still in the girl's throat.

"It's okay, it's okay" Ed says as she spits out all the water and cries.

"Ed..." She wraps her arms around his neck and puts her head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said all those words. I was so scared of losing you, that I almost made it happen. It's still my fault." He cries.

"I'm here. I'm fine!! I don't plan on leaving your life, I never have" Y/n whispers.

"Please do not leave me."

"Never, darling.

Author: Just to explain, the Fabieni described in the story does not exist in the films. I only created her to have a role as a doctor, so as not to get lost without someone specialized in the health field there in this story.

#fanfiction #y/n #romance #marriage #lovers #edmund pevensie #imagines #imagines edmund pevensie #the chronicles of narnia #narnia #peter pevensie #king and queen

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What bothers me with DeanLisa is that Sam pushes Dean toward Lisa because of something Dean fantasizes about... 40 years earlier. Before the Apocalypse, before knowing angels and God exist, before being tortured 30 years in Hell (and spending 10 years torturing)... Sam, being oblivious, doesn't take any of that into account. Dean has changed too much since he dreamt about this for their relationship to work (I think DeanLisa could have worked if they were both in the same mindstate than s3 but)

yea there are a lot of reasons why deanlisa was never going to really work out in that context. i think if circumstances had been different then maybe. but i just have a lot of issues with deanlisa, they're not my fave and i can't get over how plot device-y they are, but that's an issue with the writing and i don't actually hate lisa as a character or anything. i know a lot of multishippers like deanlisa so i don't wanna step on any toes and i think in fanon, giving them more depth than the narrative ever did helps make them more interesting and complex. but when i'm like putting my analytical hat on and looking at what the text actually does and critiquing what they actually gave us versus what they didn't give us or what they could've done it's well :/ like narratively she, and ben, are presented as this ready made family fantasy and that's about it. that's their sole "function" and lisa never gets much depth or complexity to her character and it's just very :/

i think dean has a huge heart, and i while i def question him showing up out of the blue to move in with a woman he knew collectively maybe 2 weeks out of his life, i do think dean IS the kind of person who "falls in love" a little bit with everyone he meets that treats him with genuine kindness and affection. and i think there are different degrees and shades and intensities to that "love" and it's not always the kind of One True Love definition of love. like he also only spends about 2 - 3 weeks with cassie but says she was his first love. and that love is important and meaningful but also very different from say, his love for cas which gets 12 years to grow. but neither is "better" than the other, they're just different! so like, i think he definitely cared for lisa and loved her in some way, and maybe if, like you said, circumstance had been different, they could have worked out and maybe grown to really love each other deeply. but in the circumstances they were in it always felt a little doomed. (here's a really good post about this).

as much as we can debate whether dean really loved her or not, i think dean would probs Never have sought her out if sam hadn't pushed him toward her w/ is "dying wish" of dean being a happy little suburban man. i don't think dean was thinking abt her all those yrs or holding a torch for her. and dean might've wanted that fantasy family life at one point but yea for dean those dreams were a long time ago. i think by the end of s5 dean doesn't really think that life is in the cards for him anymore.

my reading of the situation is: dean is numb with grief. dean has lost nearly everyone (bobby's still around but that's about it, and they don't seem to be in contact). dean is trying to honor his brother's "dying" wish. except sam isn't actually dead! (i forget who brought this up but i saw it recently and!!!!) sam literally isn't dead when he goes into the cage !!! he's spending eternity being tortured by the devil as far as dean knows. i think that would cause dean a great amount of stress / worry / anguish on top of his grief. i don't think dean would be able to just move on and play happy family forever. so, he's numb, depressed, going through the motions, and holding on to this one (1) thing he now has, this perfect little family. and it's what he should want !! it's what he used to dream about !! but so much has changed. and he cares about lisa, he does. she's great and she's trying to help him. and ben is a great kid and dean loves him too. but it was never going to work, not really, because dean's issues are SO huge and all encompassing at that point AND this life wasn't really his choice. it's not what he would have chosen if sam hadn't nudged him in that direction. he's there, and he's trying, but it's not enough. he's got unresolved hell trauma, unresolved grief, probably constantly thinking abt sam being tortured in hell by the devil after dean very recently spent 40 yrs !! in that place. he's also lost cas, his best friend, who in dean's eyes abandoned him for heaven. based on past and future behavior he's probably also feeling like he doesn't deserve to be alive, possibly is passively suicidal. he's got a lot going on, and of course you don't have to be perfect or have your shit together to be in a relationship, but i don't think dean was in the right place to be in a relationship or to be playing the role of suburban dad and husband. and i think that's kind of the point, i think the narrative wants us to see that friction and see the cracks in the fantasy.

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Looook, it's me with another ask! Okay okay, three headcanons for each Belcher, go :D!

Headcanons about all of the Belchers from Moi? You keep spoiling me with these perfect, perfect asks!!! 😭

Okay, let's start with Bob. Talking more about Bob makes me so happy because I'm still sad about not including him as one of my favorite Belchers (Linda and Gene just called to me too strongly, though).

1.) This ties into my AU, but his hatred of Jimmy Pesto began when Jimmy Pesto made a snide remark about Linda, something he's never been able to let go of ever since. He definitely hyper-fixates on their rivalry, I think it's gotten to the point where he's even more invested than Jimmy himself. Jimmy doesn't even remember what he said, but Bob will never forget.

2.) While he will never pick favorites out of his kids, of course, his favorite kid when they were a baby was actually Gene, believe it or not. While it was a close second with Tina because she was so quiet and good, Gene was just such a wild baby that he actually found it quite entertaining. While there were some moments where that ended up making him extremely stressed (like when Gene ate a fern) his antics always made Bob laugh more than he'd care to admit. It kind of reminded him why he loved parenting in the first place.

3.) Whenever Bob becomes too stressed out or overstimulated, his favorite thing to do is to hide in the employee bathroom and read something while Linda and the kids take care of everything. We already know from "Ancient Misbehavin'" that Linda loves it whenever he reads, so she supports this wholeheartedly.

Onto Linda now! :D

1.) I touched on this in my comic prologue I posted a while back, but Linda and Gayle occasionally got taken to the beach when they were kids if Gloria had some sort of work business to take care of around there. They always loved it there and would always try to look for shells so they could hear the ocean, even though they were already at the beach and could already hear the ocean very well.

2.) She was actually not as much of a social butterfly during her school years as one might believe. She did find her crowd, especially Ginger, but a lot of people, unfortunately, thought she was too much, and didn't like it if she spontaneously burst into song or rambled about something she enjoyed. She also used to get teased a bit about her braces. This is why she related to Tina during "These Boots Are Made For Stalking" and had that whole speech about how Tina wasn't the only one who wanted to change herself to be seen as cool. These experiences actually led her to be a bit nervous about rambling in front of Bob when they first started dating, but he loves it whenever she goes off on her tangents, so she's very easily excitable in the present.

3.) Linda is the reason that they all know Teddy! This was before the kids were even born, and their sink was having major issues. She tried calling a couple of handymen other than Teddy, but none of them were available. She eventually found him, and he came over and was immediately won over by her presence. After he was done, he revealed that he hadn't eaten all day yet, and she had Bob make him a burger. The rest is history.

Now for my precious, awkward baby girl Tina.

1.) She's been doing her signature groaning for as long as she could remember. It's always been her way of (to quote Sadness from "Inside Out") "slowing down and obsessing over the weight of life's problems". She heard Bob making a similar noise when he was upset and she copied it. It just kind of stuck from then on.

2.) She's known Jimmy Jr. for a very, very long time, basically since they were in preschool. When they first met, he was really upset about being by himself, so she went up to him and asked him to play blocks with her. He agreed, and it got his mind off his homesickness. He still remembers that day, though if asked, he will deny it. Tina treasures that memory a lot.

3.) Her first boy crush was actually on a member of Boyz 4 Now, much like Louise. She's known about the band for a long time, and the first time she stumbled across them, she was completely enthralled by Griffin. She hasn't stopped loving this band and boys ever since that day. Griffin is still her favorite member.

It's Gene time!

1.) The first piece of music Gene ever made on his keyboard was abysmally bad (to be fair, he was very young when he first got it) but his family, especially Linda, acted as if it was incredible and the best thing in the world. This boosted his confidence enough to continue playing around with his keyboard and realize how much he enjoyed creating music, and he got a lot better! It says a lot when he was able to eventually make things like "Electric Love" and "Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl".

2.) He actually really enjoys movies, a trait he got from Bob. It's why he was so excited to stage a "Die Hard" musical in the first place and why he got excited about that one Western movie during the first season, and why he keeps making random film references (like when he said "you can't handle the tooth" in the movie). He's actually wondered if having a career doing film scores would be fun, but he's still pretty deadset on wanting to be in some sort of band because he loves "The Itty Bitty Ditty Committee" so much.

3.) He enjoys putting on dresses a lot and used to wear Linda's, but they're way too big on him. Now, he tries wearing some of Tina's, though they are still slightly large on him. He thinks they're way prettier and more comfortable than men's formal wear, and they give him gender euphoria :D However, he has yet to wear any in public. His favorite feminine thing to wear are ballet outfits, and he apparently canonically used to take ballet lessons at some point.

Last but certainly not least, Louise!

1.) Louise actually respects Linda, more than she will ever admit. She's super curious about Linda's early years, especially because how Linda has said that she did things like set fires. Louise desperately wants to hear more context behind these random anecdotes. She also admittedly thinks it's pretty cool how Linda sprung her out of detention for ice cream that one time.

2.) She met Regular Sized Rudy when they were really young, around preschool or kindergarten. He was the only person who actually approached her, and didn't mind when she started going on about the random tricks she wanted to pull on other students. She didn't go through with most of them, but they did steal another kid's crackers during snack time together. He was the first one to ever compliment her ears.

3.) She first got Kuchi Kopi because as a toddler, she was pretty fussy and didn't like sleeping through the night or taking baths. She would regularly sneak into Bob and Linda's room to sleep because she didn't like being alone. However, when presented with the night light for the first time, she got super enthralled, and Bob and Linda thought of it as a miracle. They were super exhausted at that point, and seeing her so calm was incredible to them. But the best night's sleep she would ever get was snuggling with her parents with the night light (she definitely didn't like sleeping alone when she was young).

I could probably go on but here are some of my headcanons! I hope this was fun to read because I had a lot of fun with this.

#bobs burgers #belcher family #thank you so so much for this!!!#this was so much fun to do oh my lord #i love this crazy lovely family and i'm so happy i got an excuse to ramble about them #also i checked the wiki after writing most of this and apparently it's actually canon that griffin is tina's favorite boyz 4 now member #asks

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boldlymagnificenttrash · 2 years

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Daniel and Chris are the healthier version of Max and Chloe.

Edit: I had someone ask me to elaborate, but either I'm too stupid to figure out how replies on Tumblr work or it won't work. That being said, the wiki acknowledges that Chris has similarities to Chloe: both being saved by the one who has powers and having a parent killed in a hit and run. Max was childhood friends with Chloe, moved away, but then came back. Daniel also became friends with Chris and has the potential to come back (in the High Morality endings anyway). The reason I say Chloe guilt trips Max a lot is that should Max do anything that isn't on Chloe's side, she'll repeatedly bring it up. I get it, the game wants to remind you that you have choices to make. But having a character repeatedly bring up, "You should have done this" to remind you of the choice you didn't make can make the character seem like they're guilting you for not doing the choice they wanted. Such as: Chloe repeatedly saying that Max didn't call her for five years, and for the first two episodes will continue to bring this up when she can. The most prominent example of this is: Max will have a choice to accept Kate's call or not accept it (even though she could easily walk and talk on the phone at the same time but whatever). Before the choice, Chloe will say, "Big whoop. You don't call me once in five years and now you're all over some beeatch you see every day at school? I see how you roll. So go ahead, chat up Kate Marsh from Blackwell. I've got other people to hang out with too." In Episode 1, should Max successfully hide in the closet, like Chloe told her to do, she can see Chloe argue with and be hit by David. Chloe would tell her quote, "He would've been a bigger dick if he caught you in here." But she'll then bring it up in Episode 3 like "You could always let me get busted like you did with the weed." You told Max to hide and said David would've been a bigger dick if he caught her. Why are bringing this up as if she didn't manage to hide and also didn't take the fall for you? Another example: if Max chooses not to shoot Frank, Chloe will bring up the fact that she doesn't have a gun, repeatedly. And I admit this will probably most likely be just a me thing, but it seemed like nostalgia was the only thing keeping their relationship afloat.

Now, Daniel has the option to not tell Chris the truth, but it depends both on how you raise Daniel and if you tell him to tell Chris the truth about his powers or not in Episode 2. But in the ending where Daniel tells Chris the truth, Chris will give Daniel his cape and help him and Sean escape from the police. In the ending where Chris tries to save Daniel and Sean, and Daniel saves him, Chris will rightfully seem upset that he wasn't actually the one who had powers. We don't see much of Chris after this, but it's implied that he's not too mad at Daniel for lying to him. In the ending where Chris gets hit by a car, he probably won't get mad at Daniel since he hadn't told or shown him that he was the one with powers. But in every ending, we don't see Chris get mad at Daniel for lying to him. Even though it'd be understandable if he was. And when Daniel does come back, Chris doesn't hold it over his head that he left him in the first place. He's just happy to have him back, as the pictures at the end seem to indicate. I admit, it'd probably be easier to prove or disprove my points if we actually saw how Chris reacted when Daniel moved back to Beaver Creek. And while away from Chris, Daniel will express remorse about either abandoning Chris, lying to him, or not helping him. Though I theorize that Chris isn't mad at Daniel for lying because he usually lies about how well his father is doing (those who have played Captain Spirit know what I'm talking about).

#life is strange #life is strange 2 #daniel diaz #chris eriksen #spiritwolf #max caulfield #chloe price #pricefield #guilt tripping friends? Chris could never #really living up to my username huh

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Second part

I'm in love with Pavitr Prabhakar since I laid my eyes on him. Everything is so fuxking perfect in Mumbattan. The happy go lucky spiderman whose Canon event was disrupted. By miles. I loved that story so much. Hobie and Pav being friends. Traffic everywhere (cause like..... TRUEEE??!!??) CHAI TEA!!! NAAN BREAD!!! Foreigners can be annoying. There is a fuxking brand of tea called Chai. It defeats the purpose of Chai being just chai. I loved his design too. It's just great seeing indian characters not 'smelling like curry' or 'obsessed with bindis and education'. I mean we are obsessed woth education and marks but it doesn't have to be like that.

Your blog is so pretty. All the art you post is amazing! I've followed so many artists on tumblr and a lot of recs are from your blog.

I read your astv review and I agree with everything!

1.) Gwen left a bad taste and I really liked her in the first movie. Ever since the first movie Gwen had subtly let miles down and people still ship them. I mean whatever honestly but it's weird to ship then after two movies of her rejecting him and now lying to and betraying him. I liked the ending sequence of her putting a group to save him but for some reason it felt underwhelming as fuck. I was already overwhelmed by miles in another universe and it didn't register enough.

Second part

Hahaha yeah, I liked the anti-imperialist little jabs they took with Pavitr and that such a happy go lucky guy got to stay that way because of Miles, and in turn wanted to help him out in the end. It was definitely a refreshing take on a south asian character, I also liked that his gf was also, obviously, south asian. We never see monoracial couples anymore. Yeah, I think the thing with Gwen for me is that, her forming the group at the end didn't mean anything to me, because after everything she's done to Miles up until now, helping him is literally the least she could do, and it wasn't even HER idea. It was Hobie's. He left the machine with her. So everyone acting like Gwen is so awesome is like okay, lol. Is she awesome or is she just white

Also, thank you! I'm glad you like the art I reblog and I guess sometimes post. It's nice to hear it helped put you onto a few new artists you hadn't known before. Yay! Support human artists! :)

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hungrydolphin91 · 2 years

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We did it!!! Xillia 1 is complete and I think we had a lot of fun along the way 😊 here's the recap, as usual:

We did have to finish up some sidequesting first, like talking about Leia's dad's cooking which was very cute. Apparently Jude has been living in Fennmont for a while because he said he celebrated his most recent birthdays there. So he basically left to pursue medicine when he was like 12????

Also I forgot to mention this last time but Princess Carrie's husband is named Julius, which seemed like a weird coincidence given the sequel, but they're obviously not the same person because you meet this Julius and he's an old man. Still, could they be related? He IS an Elympion from Trigleph 🤔

We also tried the colosseum group battles and cleared the beginner level no problem. My sister liked unlocking the top hats and had everyone wear them the final battle.

Unfortunately, the second level of the colosseum with all four Chimeriad (3 of whom were supposed to be dead?) was too much for us. Together they are genuinely harder than the final boss.

We were about 30 black feathers short of completing that sidequest 😫 I was hoping we might find some more in the final dungeon but nope.

Compared to fighting the four of them, Wingull alone was too easy and we both kinda laughed at that. Sis: "We're mocking AND killing him. Aren't we supposed to be the good guys." Me: "THEY [the party] are. WE [the players] aren't."

After defeating Wingull, he drew his sword. Sis: "Is he going to kill himself or attack again?" Wingull: *does both* Sis: "I guess I was right"

She kept worrying she did something wrong when we seemingly had to fight Gaius and Muzet alone. "Was I supposed to look around more??"

Tbf we DID have a glitch after beating Wingull. For some reason Jude was floating way above the map but when we moved we were back on the ground where we were supposed to be. No idea how that happened.

Also my sister did very well at the solo fights! Her combos were effective, but also spamming Swallow Dance just like I did 😅

I forgot that each party member shows up one at a time and uses their mystic arte. It was nice too because we hadn't even seen Leia or Elize's, we never played as them though they were in the party.

When Alvin shows up to fight he says that he finally found where he belongs 😭 we are so proud of his character growth

After finally beating them, my sister was STILL hoping the party would kill Muzet. She could use some of Alvin's character growth 😅

Alvin was the most upset about Milla's plan to become Maxwell. Sis: "Does he have a thing for Milla? Or does he just have abandonment issues."

She thinks Jude should become a spirit too. Not sure how that would work but it would be a cute AU

Isla's husband ends up starting a company with Alvin. Sis: "It's because he's used to partnering with traitors."

Now Rowen is basically doing Wingull's job. Her: "So is he planning on killing Gaius too?"

Her most hated characters were Muzet and Agria (and Teepo, of course) and her favorite was Alvin, but she also liked Jude and Rowen and Elize. Leia was accepted eventually, Milla was ok too

Elize put Teepo away in a box. Me: "Look, it's your happy ending." Her: "I wish she had done that at the beginning! So does that mean Teepo won't be in the sequel?" Me: "No he is." Her: "WHAT?!"

Jude sends the messenger bird to Milla. Sis: "How is it going to get there? Is it a spirit bird?"

Milla swats at Jude's hand like a cat. Sis: "Aw, she left him sparkles."

The sky is still clime green. A great pun to end on.

And with that, we're finished! So what next? Xillia 2 is definitely an option, though I'm a little unsure how much she'll like it given her stance on whiny characters (and Elle is... Elle.) I still want to try Berseria, I think she'd enjoy that story a lot. But ultimately it just depends on her schedule. We likely won't play another Tales game for a while, but I'm hoping we will again someday. Thanks to everyone who read these little updates of my sister's and my adventures!! :)

Xillia masterpost here.

#dolphin plays xillia #the empty holes being alvins never went away and if we play xillia 2 we still call them that #i have now played judes route twice and millas none sorry girl #i was supposed to post this like a MONTH ago so sorry everyone 😫

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sending this in advance so i don’t forget: final two episodes of tslocg s2, tell me all the thoughts -dan

bestie I'm processing 😭😭

God I feel like there's so much to cover with all the girls, all their season 2 arcs coming to a close and setting up season 3 (which is happening!!) Overall I have to say the story left something to be desired? Not even the story beats themselves but the buildup. I'm fine with where we leave the girlies but I don't feel like all the storylines were developed properly. I feel like I need to do a post on all four separately (after you also share your thoughts gimmeeee) I probs won't but might elaborate on Leighton lol

Buuut okay to summarize long thoughts succinctly:

Leighton's development, while golden, wasn't built up properly so I can't enjoy properly. She hadn't even mentioned the women's center this season and then BUMM oh hey besties I missed you also I get what you're on about now and I'm spreading the word xoxo. Like, that's a nice thought but just this season Leighton was rolling her eyes at angry feminist crap and hadn't mentioned the women's center since. And I'm not against her and Alicia getting back together but I'm sorry, Tatum was done dirty to enable this sudden-feeling development for Leighton. It feels like season 2 didn't quite pickup the Leighton development where season 1 left off but in the last two eps we were acting like it did. Sure, Tatum was being an ass and like Leighton was in season 1 but it feels harsh to leave her like that after Tatum was nothing but supportive in eps 7 and 8. It's like, oh yeah we don't need her anymore since Alicia's back, okay byeeee. Again I have lots of thoughts on this but in summary: Tatum was done dirty, the idea behind Leighton's arc good but lackluster execution. I do like the sorority storyline finally going somewhere and fuck if I didn't looove the scene between Leighton and her mom, but again it just felt a liiiitle bit unearned. happy she's by far the most content at the end of the season I just wish I could be more satisfied with how it went down.

Bela's arc, on the other hand, was much more meticulously done and though that one ends on an opposite, downer note, at least it was following up on things established throughout the season. I feel bad for girlie but after hitting this lowest point at least she can try and pick herself up again. She's living with the consequences of her own actions and needs this low point to emphasize the consequences of actions, but she'll also need the girlies to help pick her up. It's brutal but at least it's engaging on a storytelling level and doesn't feel like a copout. Thankfully season 3 is happening and we're not leaving her at the lowest point, we can actually go on to build from here. Bela's exercising more self-reflection here and all she needs is to not run away from the problems but look within herself, and love herself. I think that's beautiful, as hard as it was to support her wrongs this season. Solid stuff; not the happiest, but good stories don't equal constantly happy stories.

Whitney had good stuff all this season, not the strongest hitting but a sort of rebuilding of her foundations and I loved that for her. I... don't quite know where I stand on the now love triangle with Canaan and I do feel like the season just leaves her hanging at the end there. Not as happy as Leighton, not as far fallen as Bela. I'm glad she found herself this season but the decision to then end her in a love triangle and moving to Kappa feels more like a catalyst for general drama than in advancement of her own story. We'll see what happens though.

Kimberly had her big storyline in the first half with the financial problems and selling her eggs, and I guess that was that? So now in the second half she was free to exist outside that financial stress but apart from episode 7 it didn't feel like they knew what to do with her. While I'm not nearly as sorry about him as Tatum, Jackson also feels like he was done just a little dirty after all the buildup the two had. And for what, Kimberly and Canaan? I don't hate it, but I also don't have strong feelings either way. Like with Whitney, it feels more like drama for the sake of drama than an organic development. Kimberly was the most stable of the four in this second half and then this happened. I'm trying not to think the idea of a love triangle including two of the girls is inherently bad but I have a few bones to pick with how other storylines got executed. Soooo that doesn't exactly inspire confidence.

Despite being divided into the four main parts that feels messy lol, sorry. But I hope you're ready to share alllll your thoughts because I'm super curious. Even after writing this I'm still processing. I'm just happy we're for sure getting season 3 and will try to just, move on until next November lol. Well I'll also be rewatching the whole show soon, but, you know, after that. I did enjoy the finale and the whole season, the jokes were great and I liked the vibes. Some things just felt rushed in these two episodes and that's not justified imo when season 1 packed a lot too and when season 2 had eps that were more filler than anything.

#danisdreaming #just-- processing #lila was the mvp as always my giiiiirl #goddam i wish this leighton stuff was properly done it just feels a lil bit empty this way #tslocg #tslocg spoilers #tslocg asks #leighton murray #bela malhotra #whitney chase #kimberly finkle #i did adore kimberly this season tho she's just so cute?#love all the girlies i'm just glad this isn't the end for them #that'd be a bummer for everyone but leighton

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Across The World C4 - The Third Place

Summary:

The gods of this world are ancient, most of them forgotten, or nearly so. Nomen has been taught not to make deals with any old gods, should they be unlucky enough to come across one. However, when their little brother Maribus stumbles into mortal peril, they find they have no real choice but to accept the trials of one such god in order to save him.

This is an original story written by yours truly! I started writing this back at the very start of 2021 when I had a particularly wild and extremely vivid dream. This story is heavily based on said dream! This dream is also why I strongly distrust bunny mascots / anthro rabbits lmao but anyhoo, I think i've improved as a writer since this so the quality may or may not be quite on par with my other stories. I also had some help from my cool aunt Kerry with editing this, so if there's anything amiss here we can totally blame her lmao

That all being said, I do still like this story, and I hope you will too!! Enjoy <3

Things To Know:

major character death (its okay though, they live lol)

blood and violence

happy ending

protag (Noman) is nonbinary and referred to with they / them pronouns

first person POV

8 chapters in total, about 13,000 words in total. So roughly 1600 words a chapter. Lil bite sized chappys!

No swear words used, somehow

(lmk if i should add anything, i can't think of anything else)

Ao3 link here

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

C4 - The Third Place

At first, I thought we were still in the ruins. We were standing at the beginning of a long corridor. There was no ceiling, and I could see the first golden rays of sunset. As we started walking, I noticed the walls were painted different colors, though they'd faded in the sunlight, but instead of being crumbled and decayed, they were whole and sturdy. Wherever we were was not as ancient as the world before it, and I got the uncomfortable feeling we weren't alone.

Amicus looked nervous as well. "Where do you think this goes?"

"I don’t know, but given my luck, not any place good."

He swallowed anxiously. I felt bad for scaring him.

"You remind me of my brother Maribus. That's why I'm here, I'm trying to save his life. To do that, I have to make it through all the doors. If I don't, we're both done for."

"And I thought I had it bad," Amicus said. "I'd like to help, if you'll let me. You saved me back there. I know you probably don't think so, but you did."

There was no way I was going to put this kid in even more danger, but I could see how serious he was, so I smiled. "Thanks, Amicus. You're pretty brave." I'd just have to look out for Amicus now too.

The more we walked, the longer the corridor seemed to stretch out before us. It felt like there was no end to it. When I glanced at the sky, I realized the sun hadn't moved.

Amicus inhaled sharply as he threw his arm out to stop me. While I'd had my head in the clouds, I hadn't noticed a woman round the corner a short ways ahead of us.

She was tall, with a fiery red ponytail and cold eyes that stared into mine. Metal armor covered most of her body and she slowly pointed her sword at me.

"Run!" I yelled at Amicus and we both turned, running back the way we came. I didn't know if we could get back through the door, but it was better than trying to fight a warrior with no weapons. I doubted my shovel would do me much good against that sword.

We could hear the clink of her armor as she chased after us. It slowed her down, but not enough. The corridor didn't seem to have an end this way either. The door was nowhere to be seen and I was getting a stitch in my side. I knew we wouldn't be able to keep going much longer.

"Amicus," I panted, "Keep going, for as long as you can."

"I'm not leaving you behind!" he shouted.

"You’re not. You're going to find us a way out while I buy us some time. It's better if I face her now. Trust me on this." If I was remembering the rules correctly, I could use my fire starter to save myself if I needed to. I just needed to get one of them to the end for my brother.

Amicus thought for a moment as we ran, quickly making up his mind. "Okay, I'll find us a way out, I promise."

When we split up, I was both relieved and terrified to see that I had been right to assume the warrior was after me specifically. She ignored Amicus and chased me down a branching path. I ran for as long as I could to help give him a lead and then I collapsed against a wall, gulping for air. The warrior quickly caught up, and I used the wall to pull myself fully onto my feet. I gripped my shovel with both hands and faced the warrior. I wasn't about to give up just yet. Not without a fight, at least.

"Hardly seems fair," I said, glancing at my shovel as the warrior raised her sword.

"It's not about fair," the warrior said. "It's about who you are."

I wasn't quite sure how to take that. I didn't have much time to think it over before the warrior swung her sword at me. I raised my shovel, blocking it from slicing me clean in half. She quickly pulled back for a jab. I swiveled out of the way, also using my shovel to bat her blade aside. I tried an offensive move, swinging my shovel as hard as I could for her head, the only unarmored part of her I could hit.

The warrior ducked, and lightning fast she threw her sword forwards before I could recover from my swing. Her sword passed all the way through my chest and into the wall, pinning me there like a bug on a board.

There was a moment of shock as I stared down at the blade. I looked up at the warrior, who's expression had not changed from fiercely determined and disturbingly impersonal. She looked me dead in the eye as she pulled her sword back out in one quick motion, then turned and began to clean off her blade. I slid to the floor, darkness already closing in.

There was nothing left for me to do but close my eyes and let the pain consume me.

~~~

I was standing at the beginning. There was a moment of disorientation as I realized I was not dead. There was no hole clean through my chest, though there was one in my poncho. I still had my shovel. Upon checking, however, I saw the fire starter was gone. I swore, then grabbed another piece from the dwindling lineup and placed it in my pocket.

The bunny person was gone. They probably had other things to do than stand around here, especially since they'd already told me all the rules. I took a deep breath and started walking.

The forest was silent this time around. I didn't see or hear any animals. It was still morning here, though it was harder to tell as some thick clouds had moved in. I did stop briefly to collect some twigs and dead leaves and some bark, storing them in my other pocket. If I was going to be making fires at the end of all this, I'd need everything I could get, especially since I didn't really know how these fire starter pieces worked, if they'd just ignite on their own once I found where it was meant to go. I found some good sparking stones and put those in my pocket as well.

In the second place, I noticed instantly that the battle had subsided. There was no one here at all, not even those who'd fallen in battle. For some reason, the emptiness was more unsettling than the battle itself had been. I hurried through the fields unimpeded. I'd almost made it to the bridge when I noticed red light through the haze of rain. Two red dots, quickly getting closer.

Eyes. Those dots were the eyes of one of the mechanical things. Not many things had stricken terror into me in such an effective way as seeing a giant murder machine charging right for me at full speed.

I ran for all I was worth, making it to the grey stone buildings and walls in record time. I chanced a glance back before I hurried inside, and almost wished I'd hadn't.

The first mechanical pursuer had been joined by a second. They ran side by side towards me, claws flexing and red eyes fixed on me. I wasted no time, running into the nearest corridor and taking as many turns as I could, hoping to loose the two of them.

I wondered where the other two were. There'd been four of them the first time I'd seen them. I could only hope they were still wondering around out in the field somewhere and not hiding behind one of these corners I was carelessly racing down. I didn't dare slow or try to check behind me. I kept my shovel out in front of me, just in case.

I came across a few familiar turns, recalling Amicus leading me down a certain way. With renewed hope, I followed what I desperately hoped was the familiar path, and found my way back into the columned space leading to the door. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I made it safely to the door.

I stepped through the door to the third place, and was immediately greeted by two things. The first being the same feeling of unease that I'd had before, when I'd entered the first time. The second being Amicus, who looked relieved to see me.

Amicus threw his arms around me. "You're alive! I ran like you told me, but I couldn't leave you behind, it didn't feel right. I came back here, thinking maybe if you got lost you'd come back to the door. You're clothes are all bloody, are you alright?? What happened?"

"Let's just say that woman has a lot of rage in her." I didn't want to frighten Amicus with how weak I felt. I checked my pocket, making sure the fire starter was still there. I only had three of these things left.

Amicus frowned. "Well, you're okay now, right?"

"Yeah, I think so." I patted my chest, assuring both myself and Amicus that I was not fatally injured. "Let's get moving."

"While I was retracing my steps, I found a way out... at least out of the building." Amicus said as we started moving. He led us down a network of corridors, and I was amazed at his memory. I was about to tell him this, maybe ask if he'd picked up some things from his time in the previous world, when I heard a metallic rattling behind us. I looked over my shoulder and saw the warrior charging towards us.

"Go!" I yelled.

Amicus and I took off. We turned a corner, went down another connected corridor, then through a door, following Amicus's lead. Down that hall then around a bend and there it was, at the end of a long hall, green grass and trees and way off in the distance, the sun approaching the horizon. The warrior was close behind us now, a few feet out of grabbing range.

Amicus and I ran for all we were worth. The warrior was equally as determined to stop us, or at least me. I was not about to loose another fire starter, though. The doorway was just a few long paces away. I could feel the warrior's fingers ghosting across my back, a hair away from being able to grab my clothes. I dove for the doorway, flying through it and crashing less than gracefully into the ground.

I quickly rolled over, holding out my shovel. The warrior was no longer after me, it seemed. She had come to a dead stop right at the doorway and stared down at me for a long moment. Then she turned and walked back down the hall without a word.

"That was close," Amicus said, relieved. He sat down on the ground next to me and took a moment to catch his breath.

"Looks like she can't follow us out here. We're in the clear now."

"Good!" Amicus exhaled and laughed a little. "I wasn't built for all this running."

I took a look around our surroundings and saw we were in a garden. Ancient trees leaned over a cobblestone path that twisted through soft grass and flowers. The brick path ended at a small wooden bridge that arched over a slow-moving creek full of colorful fish. Iridescent orbs of light floated in the air and kept the path well lit.

"This place is beautiful," Amicus said with a soft smile. "I might come back here once we save your brother."

"You could stay now if you wanted. You've already helped so much, there's no reason for you to put yourself into more danger for me and my brother. "And abandon you halfway through your quest?" Amicus took my a hand. "No way am I leaving you yet."

I smiled down at him, surprised by how glad I felt at him staying by my side. We walked through the garden until we reached a clearing filled with small booths made of stone. Each was decorated with its own bright flag and cheerful streamers and looked to be selling everything from snacks to teacups to knives. At the center of this little marketplace was our plain wooden door standing firm without a frame, waiting for us.

It took a moment for me to understand that the shopkeepers were not people, but animals chatting with each other. This wasn't exactly the norm where I'd come from, but Amicus appeared to take this in stride, so I followed his lead.

“I sell all sorts of useful items to help you on your journey!” a capybara shopkeeper promised.

“My snacks will give you all the energy you need to complete your quest!” a fox boasted.

“Your friend deserves nice things!! Peruse my collection,” a turtle suggested.

I did want to get Amicus something for helping me out. I asked, “Would you like anything?”

Amicus looked longingly at the snack booth. “Well, it has been a long while since I’ve eaten anything…”

“Food it is.” I said and crouched down to eye level with the fox. “Do you trade?"

The fox smiled with delight. “What are you offering?”

“Well…” I emptied out my pockets, realizing I didn't have much in the way of currency. "See anything of interest?"

The fox looked bored with my collection of sticks and leaves. "Haven't you got anything more valuable?"

"Do you want my poncho? It's very warm."

The fox still looked unsatisfied. "What's in your other pocket there?"

"My fire starter, but I need that to save my brother's life," I said.

"A real fire starter! My goodness!!" The fox looked amazed, their tail wagging excitedly. "If you would only let me gaze upon it, I will trade you a small smack! Please!"

"You just want to look at it?"

"Yes, yes, just a peek!"

"Alright. I suppose that'd be fine." Hesitantly, I pulled the fire starter from my pocket and allowed it to float just above my cupped palm.

I was so focused on watching the fox that I didn't notice the shopkeeper in the booth beside us. By the time I realized what was happening, a claw had snatched my fire starter.

“Hey!!” I cried, but before I could react, the hermit crab whose claw had stolen it, shattered the fire starter in its tight grasp.

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I was at the beginning. I stared at the table for a moment, dumbfounded and upset. There were two pieces left. I carefully took one and put it in my pocket, resolving to keep it there no matter what until I needed to use it to save my brother. I turned to face a darkened forest. The clouds above were threatening to pour. There was no breeze, no trace of animals anywhere. I felt uneasy here now, that sense of tranquility long gone, so I hurried through to the second place.

I froze upon entering the second place. Something was… off.

I felt… almost panicked. I felt like I was in grave danger here. Not from the mechanical creatures, but from something… else.

I jogged through the fields, keeping my eyes peeled for trouble. My grip on my shovel was tight enough to make my fingers tingle.

There wasn't a single soul in the ruins. It was eerily quiet. Dark clouds had begun to gather in the sky. I saw no sign of any of the four mechanical creatures. What was going on?? I couldn't see anything amiss, besides the lack of people. So why did I feel so on edge?

Having traversed the ruins several times now, I didn't have too much trouble navigating my way through. I thankfully reached the door in record time.

Before stepping through, I paused. I was being watched, I could feel it. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I slowly turned.

At the other end of the long stone courtyard, standing silently in the doorway to the main part of the ruins, stood the bunny person. Their one eye stared at me with a hunger I could feel viscerally even at this distance. I suddenly understood that they had consumed everyone else here, and they wanted to consume me too.

For a moment I was petrified. Then, the rabbit took a step towards me. I fled through the doorway.

In the third place, it hit me then that if I failed to pass the trial with this golden piece, I would have to face the rabbit. I'd be sent back to the beginning and I'd have to get past the rabbit again to advance. I felt I would rather be stabbed again than face the rabbit, so I resolved to get through this as quickly and safely as I could.

I’d been paying attention before to the path through the building, which had been a good idea on my part, as Amicus was not there to greet me at the doorway. I hurried through the maze-like corridors, managing to not run into the warrior, luckily enough. Amicus was waiting for me at the exit.

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet you at the doorway. That warrior is really scary,” Amicus said. “You made it through okay though! I would have eventually gone back in to find you if you were taking too long, having gotten lost or something.”

“That’s fair, she is pretty intense. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you or anything,” I said. I deliberated for a moment on whether or not to tell him about the rabbit. I decided to fill him in, just in case the rabbit ended up being a threat to him, so he could be better prepared and get away if needed. It seemed the rabbit could also pass through doorways on their own. We walked and talked, making our way through the garden as I filled Amicus in.

“And you’re sure this rabbit creature wanted to hurt you?? You said they were kind and helpful at first,” Amicus questioned.

“They were. I don’t know what happened, but I am positive they wanted to destroy me. I don't know how I know, but I'm very sure they consumed every other living thing in both the first and second places. It's like… like they wanted me to know, and so I did. I’m honestly terrified of what’ll happen if I loose this piece and have to go back and face them again,” I said.

Amicus nodded thoughtfully. “You said you’ve only got two pieces left, right?"

We reached the marketplace. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Yeah."

"Then we'll be extra careful. Don't take it out of your pocket until you need it. We'll head straight for the door and stay away from any distractions."

I nodded with determination. “No more distractions.”

We strode past the rest of the booths and stood before the door. I took a deep breath, then placed a hand on Amicus’s shoulder. "Let's finish this."

#Noman- barely 5 min after meeting Amicus: Ah. I have second brother now. Adopted #original story #eyndr tells a story #across the world #fictional death #fictional violence

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Better Man.

~~~~We might still be in love, if you were a better man. ~~~~

Taehyung x OC

Rating 18 +

Angst.

Implied Infidelity in the past.

Chapter 1 ~ Walk out the first time.

"Are you okay?" My mother's soft voice came from behind me and i panicked, hurriedly swiping at the tears that were streaking down my face. Heart pounding, I grabbed a bunch of tissues from the dresser, patting my face down hurriedly , making sure to keep my back to her.

"I'm fine, Mom." I said , voice surprisingly steady as I turned around to smile weakly at her. She stood near the doorway, a petite woman of fifty with greying hair and too many wrinkles.

I thought she looked older than she was and i knew I had a part to play in that. Sighing, I tried not to cry more, moving to gently take my son out of her arms.

He was four years old, fast asleep and smiling sweetly in his slumber. He had downy black hair, feather soft and warm brown eyes. He looked incredibly like his father, the resemblance stunning even though he was so young. I stared at him some more, laying him down on the bed and brushing the hair off his face.

"Are you sure there is no mistake? Taehyung ssi wouldn't hurt us like this..." My mother said, sounding broken and I felt a pang of sympathy. But also annoyance.

Us.

Us....like she had an equal share in the hurt I was feeling.

I was the one getting a divorce but my mother made it sound like it was personal to her as well. Like somehow, the fact that she now had to meet her friends and tell them that her daughter was divorced could compare to the pain I was feeling. To the sheer anguish that was filling me.

To be fair though, my mother had loved Taehyung very much. Her favorite son-in-law . My sister's husband had been a mean drunkard who had brought a lot of misery to our family. Taehyung by contrast had been a loving, filial son in law. He had cared deeply for my parents, paid for my father's funeral ( even though the man itself was nothing more than a drunk , cheating fool who had abandoned us ) and he had been the most kind man .

I swallowed.

Maybe , you should have forgiven him. Maybe , you shouldn't have divorced him . So, he slept with another woman. Fine. It was one night... just one night. you should have gotten over it! Was it worth it to spend all these countless nights alone? To break your mother's heart a thousand times over?

The funny thing was, i had forgiven him. Maybe right after I had found out. He had stood there, looking shell-shocked and horrified and his eyes had begged me for forgiveness and my heart had cracked , the way it always did whenever I saw him in distress. And when he had looked me in the eye and said, " I’m sorry, Jang mi..." I had forgiven him right then and there.

But it was the forgetting that was hard. The fear that it would happen again. The fear that somehow, I was the reason he strayed. And that kind of fear can be debilitating. For the first three weeks, I'd tried to pretend it hadn't happened. I had tried hard to see him the way I had always seen him but it had been impossible. everytime I saw him, my heart had broken anew. It had been hard but I had to accept that things would never be the same. That I would forever look at him and remember what he’d done. That I would forever wonder if he would do it again.

So we had done the wise thing.

At first a break.

A few days apart to get our head on straight. Then I’d found a job and I had to move closer to the office to make the commute easy. And then suddenly, I wasn’t seeing him even during the weekends , to spend time as family for our son’s sake. And just like that , a whole year had passed and we were separated. Only meeting to hand Hoshi over to each other.

"I'm sorry mother." I said softly. I knew that she blamed me, a whole lot for the separation.

People with children didn't leave each other over infidelity in my country. You hit your husband, denied him from your bed maybe but you didn't break up a family over one night of bad decisions. You just didn't .

But for me, it was beyond the act. It was the broken trust, the shock of knowing that some other woman had given him something I couldn't, the fact that he had even wanted it from another woman had been enough for me to crumble on the inside.

But, none of it mattered now.

He wanted a divorce. Officially. Wanted to end it for real.

It was jarring, how badly it shook me. I felt unaccountably lost and confused and disoriented. I couldn't imagine not being Taehyung’s wife , i realized with a stunning sense of self realization.

Call me irrational, but apparently, I couldn't stop thinking of him as my husband , even after two years. Soon he wouldn't be my husband.

He would be my ex -husband.

i hated that word.

It had such a plethora of negative connotations to it. When you hear it , you just brace yourself for unpleasantness.

Because it is unpleasant. A marriage ending, a family breaking, feelings hurt , hearts shattered, angry words tossed...its all a very unpleasant experience for everyone involved.

An ex husband was seldom a harbinger of happiness, more often a reminder of choices gone wrong, regrets and wasted time. and I didn’t want to associate Taehyung with a word like that.

Taehyung who was still the kindest, warmest human being I knew. The best father in the world.

I felt like someone had sucked all the strength out of me.

I didn’t really want to think about the call I’d gotten from Taehyung last night. An appointment with a divorce lawyer. It had been followed by an apology because apparently, someone in the law firm had let the info leak. And now it was all over the sleazy tabloids that fed on people’s misery.

It was impossible to escape it too, Taehyung was famous. An idol. And actor. The country's sweetheart. And he was the epitome of perfection. The beautiful, talented actor with an impeccable record of well behavior.

I knew that literally everyone on the planet thought he was a literal angel.

I remembered how much , by contrast, I had been hated when I'd married him.

I could just imagine how much more it would all be this time around. And i wondered if it bothered Taehyung too. Did he perhaps wish he’d never met me

It had been sheer luck that we had met....

In fact, if Jimin's car hadn't broken down right outside our home on that cold December night, I wouldn't have even met Taehyung. A great cosmic shift, somewhere some butterfly flapped its wing a certain way and suddenly, Jimin’s car ran over a thumbtack and his phone was dead so while he tried to fix the damage , Taehyung just had to knock on our home and I had been the one to open it.

Boom. That was it. Love at first sight.

I had been a high school kid and he had been barely nineteen. Fresh faced and cheerful , the struggling idol from a small company. He hadn't been surrounded by fans or chased by saesangs. He hadn't had security tailing him. No daesangs, BBMAs, or acting awards. No blockbuster movies to his credit , no chart-bursting songs either .

And I had fallen in love with that version of him.

The hardworking, talented young man who worked twice as hard as anyone around him.

That's right. You've loved him for fifteen years. So it's understandable that you're upset. Now, maybe you can move on too. Go on a few of those blind dates that Jiyoung is always setting you up on. Go live your life instead of being a zombie. Get a hair cut. Dye your hair red. Do something to get your life in order.

"I still find it hard to believe that he would want a divorce. Jangmi yah... did you tell him you forgave him? Tell him you wanted to try again..." My mother said again and the distress in her voice was equal parts heartbreaking and exasperating.

"Mother, I don't want to try again . We aren't married anymore. It's over, whatever it was between us. "

Whatever it was.

How cruel, to have all that love, all that affection reduced to a phrase like that.

What a pity.

"But what about Hoshi? He needs his father..." My mother cried out and I willed myself not to snap. She means well, I thought miserably.

"He has a father. Taehyung is an excellent father and you know that. Don’t start that again.”

My mother sighed.

"I still feel that this wouldn’t happen if you tried a little bit. He’s a good boy. Such a good boy and you could never do anyone better. Why are you so full of pride, Jangmi... so prideful...you should be a little humble. Think of the kind of man he is...where would you find a man like that ? And moreover .... Taehyung loves you. i know he does." My mother said stubbornly.

I sighed, feeling my fingers shake from the effort not to scream. I wasn’t strong enough to have this conversation with her. Not now. Possibly never. Taehyung did love me. Had never made any effort to hide it. But sometimes, love wasn’t enough. It just wasn’t.

And I wanted to yell at my mother she was at least partially to blame for me walking out on Taehyung.

My father had left us for another woman , when I was twelve. I had seen the toll it had taken on my mother and I just knew that I would never let a man do that to me. My mother had later confided in me that it wasn’t the first time. He had done it before. A lot of times. And my mother had always forgiven him. Let him back into our lives.

And one night, drunk on soju she had confided between hiccups, ‘ I wish I’d walked out the first time.”

And that had stuck with me.

Walk out the first time.

If he cheats on you , walk out the first time. Don’t stick around waiting for him to do it to you again. Walk out the first time.

And so I had.

“ Should I talk to him? Tell him you’ve changed your mind? “ My mother began and I felt my patience snap.

“No!! Could you just, for the love of God, stay out of this, ma? It’s over. Our marriage is over and it has been over for a long time. A piece of paper doesn’t really change that, does it? Its not my fault you can’t get over it but that’s a you problem. And you need to fix it yourself. “ I shouted.

My mother immediately recoiled, eyes shuttering down.

“Of course. You know the best. Who cares how anyone else feels, right, Jang Mi? You always know best.” She said softly, and I exhaled, shaken. There it was. The guilt trip. It was never ending.

Please... I just need to go now.” I moved to grab my bag, :” I need to go get ready for the meeting with the lawyers tomorrow. You can keep Hoshi with you tonight. I’ll come pick him up after I’m done and then I’ll drop him off at his father’s place.”

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With Taehyung and I, our break up hadn’t been terrible.

It hadn’t been terrible because our own penchant for being terrible had always been very minimal. We didn’t do swearing or fights or threats and it always annoyed our friends that we got along so well. That it was so easy for us to forgive and move on with each other . That we were the one couple who didn’t hold grudges or bring up past mistakes.

Which is why, when we did break up, none of our friends had tried to change our minds over it. They had accepted it rather calmly, shocked at first because it was so out of the blue but not opposed to the idea itself . They just trusted us to know the right thing to do because we were easily the most mature , the most level headed couple in the entire group. We were usually the sounding boards , the voice of reason in whatever petty conflict our friends were involved in .

So when it was us, needling a little advice, a little guidance, our friends had been woefully ill equipped to help. They had merely hummed and nodded and empathized. Maybe that was another reason I’d left. I hadn’t considered the alternative. No one had asked me to consider the alternative.

Our friends had watched us drift apart watched us break up, but they hadn’t really asked us why.

Because if something had caused Kim Taehyung and Jang Mi to break up, man, that must’ve been a really huge issue.

So the break up had been amicable. Gradual and slow but mostly amicable, eased by our mutual love for our son. We wanted him happy and he was happy when we were happy. So we put on a front, laughed and joked in front of him and let him have some semblance of normalcy in his life.

It wasn’t easy.

From him, it had been nothing but a mess of heated glances, touches laced with intent and eyes begging forgiveness . every gaze of his was a silent scream for a second chance that I was not at all ready to give.

Because for me, the raw hurt and anger and frustration that bubbled up every time I saw him , it had nowhere to go. It stayed churning in my gut, made everything bitter and unpalatable and I wanted to hurt him for hurting me. How could I think of a second chance when the hurt from the first, was still so fresh, an open wound festering.

Self esteem in tatters, I had hated him fiercely.

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The meeting was at his company, and I arrived at nine in the morning, with a few more minutes to spare. I knew the place like the back of my hand, was here at least once a week either to pick or drop Hoshi off and I knew that the conference room in the third floor was sound proof and cut off from the rest of the building for extra privacy.

Which was a little too late because I’d found two tabloid newspapers waiting outside my apartment this morning.

I opened the door carefully, surprised to see Taehyung sitting in one of the chairs, bent over a sheaf of paper on the table and next to him a leggy girl in a small skirt hovered, fingers resting lightly on his shoulder, bent at the optimum angle to show him her curves.

I sighed, looking away.

It was way too early for this.

“Mia!” Taehyung’s voice made me look up, and I watched as he stood up, pushing the chair away and moving to me . He was easily the most good looking man in the country. And he looked so good at thirty five that it was impossible to look away from him.

He was dressed in a pale blue shirt and black slacks and it never amazed me, how good clothes fit him.

I took in the broad shoulders, thick arms and the lean waist, the carefully styled hair and the breathtakingly beautiful face and sighed when he kept coming closer, hands held out. .

Of course, the customary hug.

i let him wrap his arms around me, my face buried in the comforting warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne filling my brain . He always smelled so good it made my heart hurt. I tried not to let myself get carried away. Tried to remind myself that this wasn’t anything more than a.....

A facade ? Or was it? Was his affection genuine?

Was I just too cynical?

I shook my head, pulling away and smiling a little at the genuine venom in the leggy girl’s face.

“Are you okay? Where’s Hoshi?” Taehyung brushed the hair off my face, eyes warm and I wondered if he’d forgotten we were here to get a divorce.

Whenever we met, Taehyung acted like we were still together.

No, that wasn’t it.

He just didn’t act like we had broken up. He was affectionate and open and cooperative. It always left me in a sort of limbo, unable to navigate our relationship with clear boundaries. There were no line to stop myself from crossing, because he just didn’t draw them.

“ Ms. Lee says we just have to go over the details like the alimony and the custody and the division of assets and then we can just proceed. Get it all finalized. “ He said casually, when I moved away and sat on the chair opposite him.

“Okay .” I said casually.

He smiled and turned back to the girl next to him.

“I’ll join you after the meeting Lisa.” he gave her a nice wide smile and the girl practically bloomed under the attention before bowing curtly in my direction. I watched her walk away, slightly amused.

“Bit younger than your usual type.” I commented , glancing at him. He gave me a look.

“I’m not dating her.” He shrugged.

“Does she know that?” I retorted.

It was dumb. Uncalled for. I was being a bitch, really but the urge to evoke some kind of reaction from Taehyung was something I’d never really out grown. I liked getting under his skin.

Taehyung sighed and gave me a little smirk.

“Are you jealous, Mia mine?” He teased.

It felt a little like someone had dug a nine inch dagger straight into my heart.

That stupid nickname.

God I couldn’t bear it.

Swallowing i looked away.

“Sorry. “ he said quietly, a few seconds later.

I nodded curtly.

“Don’t do it again.” I said hoarsely.

“Why not?” He whispered gently.

I groaned.

“Taehyung... “

“it’s just a name...why does it bother you so much?” He whispered.

“The same reason you’re asking me for a divorce.” I said softly.

He blinked.

“Mia...”

“Because we both know its time to stop.” I said quietly. “ Stop dancing around each other , stop doing...whatever it is we’ve been doing these past two years and give our relationship a name. “

“I’m not very fond of labels.” He shrugged. I glared at him.

“Well tough luck. Labels are good. Labels are great. They let you draw boundaries. “ I retorted.

“You sound like you’ve had enough of me.”

“Well, haven’t you had enough of me?” I snapped.

“Not even close.” He leaned forward gently, eyes pinning me to the table with a gaze so strong he may as well have used his body. And it didn’t help that two years wasn’t enough time to forget how it would feel if he had used his body. How it would feel to be stretched out on that table, him on top of me, hands working my clothes open, lips kissing their way down my jaw.

I could almost taste him, taste the minty freshness of his breath, feel his tongue in my mouth, the hardness of him inside me. My thighs clenched because I hadn’t gotten laid in two fucking years and even if i did, no one would ever compare to the man in front of me.

“Mr. Kim? Mrs. Kim? “

The lawyer’s voice broke the spell and i straightened, swallowing. Ms. Lee had walked in , and I watched her close the conference door behind her before locking it gently.

She was young, dressed in a business suit , a no nonsense bun and had small round framed glasses. She gave me a nice smile, shook hands with us both and placed her briefcase on the table before glancing between us.

“Shall we begin?”

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Author’s Note : its gonna be a bumpy ride.

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