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7ndipity · 2 months

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Since you've written members confessing to their crush and reader accepting it, how about when she doesn't 👀? Dating them would include a lot of spotlight, lack of privacy, crazy fans etc. Since they are rich and popular while reader isn't, all these reasons led her to reject them. Can you please write headcanons about it?

I know requests are closed right now. But can you please write it when they are open?

Tysm 🫶🫶🫶

You Reject Their Confession

Ot7 x Reader

Warnings: angst, not proofread

A/N: Meant to post this last night, sorry. I kept the way they confess the same, so if you haven’t read the original hc list, you can check it out here for more context.

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Jin:

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back. Nothing could be worse than seeing your expression fade from shock to awkward sadness, and knowing what was coming.

You were very kind to him, explaining that although you cared about him deeply, you only saw him as a friend.

He tried not to show his disappointment, playing it off as no big deal, “It’s just a crush”, but he could feel his heart crumbling in his chest.

He would likely try to keep his distance for a little while, but you had become such a central part of his life, he didn’t quite know what to do without you around. Things would slowly go back to the way they were before between you, but it would take some time…

Yoongi:

He’d known it was a long shot, so he wasn’t exactly surprised when you turned him down, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

It almost made it worse in a way, finally knowing, hearing you say that you’d had your suspicions about his feelings towards you, but that you thought it was better if you just stayed friends.

Following your conversation, he acted as if nothing had happened. He almost hoped that you were so tired that night that you wouldn’t even remember what’d happened, but of course you did.

When you ask if he’s okay a few days later when you see him again, he lies and says he’s fine, but you can sense the protective wall that’s gone up between you, one that hadn’t existed between the two of you in a very long time.

Hobi:

He’s devastated. As much as he knew there was a possibility you might reject him, he had really thought you would say yes.

You tried to let him down easy, saying you weren’t looking for a relationship, and what the two of you had now was better, considering his life and career.

He let you talk, but he didn’t really hear any of what you said. He’s just trying to keep it together till you leave, and then he would crack.

You tried to carry on as friends, but you could sense the invisible fracture it created between you, subtle enough that no one else noticed it, but you did. The smiles were forced, the playful touches suddenly missing. You were still there next to him, but he felt like he’d lost you.

Namjoon:

Of all the ways he thought of this going, he really didn’t expect you to get mad, but once you did, he suddenly understood perfectly.

Of course you’re upset. If your roles were reversed, he would be upset that you’d kept something like this from him for so long too. So he just sits and lets you talk or yell for as long as you need.

After you finish speaking, he just kinda nods and excuses himself, pulling away like he often did after you fought, but this time there would be a strange sense of finality.

The two of you probably wouldn’t speak for a while. He really doesn't want to lose you as a friend, but you would both need time to process everything and move on.

Jimin:

He knew as soon as he finished speaking what your response was going to be, he could see it in your eyes before you slowly started to shake your head.

He sat quietly as you tried to explain to him why the two of you wouldn’t work out, both of you trying and failing to fight back the occasional tear.

He can’t help but notice that your reasons don’t include whether you have feelings for him too or not, but he chooses not to ask, not sure if he wants to know, because it would just make it hurt more.

You might avoid each other for a while, afraid of making the other feel awkward, but ironically, once you do hang out again, it feels oddly comfortable, any potential awkwardness quickly dispelled as you settle back into your old habits.

Taehyung:

Since he never exactly hid his feelings for you, he’d had the sinking suspicion that you were aware of his crush and just playing dumb for the sake of your friendship, but your expression after he confessed confirmed it.

He tried to act unbothered as you tried to explain your feelings, but it was still crushing nonetheless.

Things mostly go back to normal between the two of you, but it takes a while. There’s still the occasional longing glances and or lingering touches, but they get fewer over time.

His feelings probably never fully go away, but he pretends for the sake of your friendship. He’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.

Jungkook:

He’d known it was a long shot, he really had, but that didn’t mean it stung any less to hear you say that you didn’t want to be with him.

He would probably ask if there was any chance of you changing your mind in the future, but you tell him no, not wanting to string him along on the possibility of ‘maybe’.

You wouldn’t talk for a long time, almost to the point that you fear you’ve lost each other, until you run into each other again at a party or something, and start to fall back into your old dynamic almost immediately.

It’s not quite the same as before, not as close or relaxed, but it’s enough for you both to feel content.

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elitadream · 1 year

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Mario had been contemplating solutions in vain, sitting by himself forlornly after yet another grim and discouraging day of continuous failure when he registered the faint shuffling of timid steps nearby.

It was quite late and the man didn't exactly have the energy to feel surprised, but he curiously lifted his head nonetheless.

"Junior?" He wondered aloud, gazing worriedly at his provisory ally. "What's wrong?"

The young prince was rubbing his eyes, swaying idly on his feet and stubbornly staring at the ground. He didn't respond, but he didn't need to. His distress and need for company was plain to see.

Knowingly, Mario unfolded his legs and rested both hands on his knees, giving him a compassionate look.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?"

Junior shrugged before joining him and leaning against his side, eyes downcast. There was no trace of mischief or deception to his demeanor. Only a defeated sort of acceptance.

Mario couldn't help but feel a genuine twinge of amazement at the vulnerable gesture.

"I'm... really sorry about your dad," he ventured, not quite daring to move.

Junior blinked wearily, but showed no other sign of acknowledgement. There was a brief moment of silence until Mario felt compelled to look at him once more.

"I don't know how long this might take, but I promise you we will find a way to turn him back to normal. I will not give up on you, or him. You have my word," he assured gently.

Junior merely curled in on himself more tightly as a response, appearing impossibly small compared to the gigantic beast his father had somehow become. His brows were furrowed in an expression the plumber had never seen before. A deep sadness mixed with a touch of remorsefulness, or perhaps resentment.

Mario was about to ask if he had somehow said something he shouldn't when Junior finally spoke.

"My Papa is wrong about you," he muttered, very quietly.

Before Mario could so much as blink, the small Koopa went on, shaking his head with a sniffle.

"You're not a coward and you're not stupid. You work hard and you never complain. You just want to help everyone, all the time. Even us."

His words, albeit said reluctantly, were spoken with uncharacteristic sincerity. Mario couldn't find it in himself to smile, so he carefully wrapped an arm around the prince's shell instead, giving his shoulder a comforting pat.

"I don't mind the insults. Not really," he amended softly, hoping that he somehow sounded more confident than he felt. "I guess that's just the way Bowser perceives me. It's okay."

"No, it's not," the young heir retorted. "He's very unfair towards you. He said some really mean and hurtful things, and-"

Junior stopped himself with a small whine, pawing at his face again. He was still averting his gaze, but the fragile tone of his voice betrayed his guilt.

"...I said mean things, too. I'm sorry."

For a few seconds, Mario could only stare mutely back at him, stunned by the unexpected apology. He then shifted closer, bringing his arm more securely around the Koopa in a side hug.

"Everybody makes mistakes," he murmured. "But everybody can change."

"I wish that was also true for my Papa," Junior mumbled, dejectedly.

At this, Mario hummed wistfully, his answer long believed and thoroughly considered.

"Maybe... all he needs is a bit of help."

When I first heard of Bowser's Fury a few months ago, all I knew about the plot was that Junior goes to seek Mario's help in the hopes of stopping his father's rampage. And words couldn't describe how much I LOVED the idea. Although this is an older drawing and my look for Junior has since changed a bit (the same way I eventually altered Bowser's design), this was the concept that later inspired the way I've decided to approach Mario and Junior's relationship in a broader sense - which means that there'll definitely be more with these two. :3

Mario being enduringly kind and winning foes over with nothing but his goodness of heart never fails to give me feels, and I want more of that. 💖

#Mario #Bowser Jr #Junior #drama #mild angst #bittersweet vibes #cautious friendship #just a little something I've been thinking about a lot lately #everybody hurts deep down #compassion is a gift

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brights-place · 2 months

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The Boondocks with an Mother figure! Reader

Pairings: Riley X Reader, Huey X Reader (All Platonic)

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing,

A/N: Man I grew up with the Boondocks! love the show so much it was so funny and still is funny to see! Anyways imma do an motherly figure! - Okay LISTEN! LISTENNN! these boys have no parents they live with their fucking grandpa so you being an motherly figure to them is... Wild! - You were their neighbor so you wanted to greet them with your S/O but he/she/they/it was too busy at work so you went to greet them by yourself - You made some Sweets and came by smiling at them as Grandpa freeman opened the door to show you smiling at him who greete d you as you exchanegd conversation and handed him the container filled of baked goods before noticing an young boy by the age of 9 with cornrows raise an eyebrow judging you while an 10 year old beside him with an afro eyed you - You waved to them before waving goodbye to grandpa freeman "I'll invite you for dinner sweet pea" grandpa freeman said smiling as you smiled nodding "My partner and I will gladly come along!" you soon left after that - You have tried to befriend the two young boys but failed... - NGL I see Grandpa freeman see you as an daughter and cares for you - Wouldn't threaten you with an belt at all but maybe would whoop the two boys asses aka Huey and Riley most of the time when your around he doesn't hesitate at all unless you are used as a human shield - First of all, they didn’t trust you but then you started offering to babysit them when they were unsupervised. The two boys were more reluctant to accept your pressence, although they were polite with you... well Huey was RIley on the other hand would swear at you - You always took good care of them, you watched them closely and made sure they ate proeprly and didn’t get hurt... - When grandpa freeman says anything sexual around the two you gave the male an disgusted look just like the two boys and go try to cover their ears the best you could - When needed too you Cover the two's eyes whenever something bad would effect them which confuses the two since they were used to this type of shit but Huey didn't try to peak while Riley was squirming saying he wanted to see what the hell was going on - Riley is a highly impressionable third grader. He embraces the stereotypical "gangsta" lifestyle, doing his best to promote the urban culture in the contrasting suburb of Woodcrest since he was HEAVILY Influenced by the mass media via rap music and television, he frequently uses poor grammar, and tends to defend his idols even when his imitations go against common sense and righteousness... BUT DAMN WHEN HE SAW YOU WHOOP SOMEONE IS ASS WITH YOU IN HEELS? HE WAS GAWKING! - Huey is a highly intelligent 10-year-old boy, who rarely smiles or laughs, and recognizes and detests the absurdities (both obvious and perceived) of the society in which he lives. His cynicism often touches upon subjects such as politics, religion, the media, businesses and corporations, African-American culture, and American society as a whole. Tending to be obstinate in both manner and speech which makes you freak out on how an 10 year old knows ALOT! - Huey has shown like ALOT OF DEPTH! of understanding that would seem to surpass his young age, such as knowing roughly what is going to happen in the future based on the actions and personalities of the people involved... Which makes you concerned asking him if he or riley had even gotten a proper childhood... - Riley when he is close to getting his ass whooped would run towards you screaming and hide behind your legs as you stare in utter confusion when he jumps into your arms or hides behind your legs as Grandpa freeman stop and stare at you "Put the boy down Sweet pea I gotta beat this boys ass!" You stared at Grandpa Freeman before staring at riley before running away with the child in your arms screaming as Huey just stared at the chaos unfolding - After awhile you would cpome visit and would try to offer to braid rileys hair which he doesn't allow at first...

- When he does get comfy though and needs his cornrows to be fixed or get a new design he would go to you sit down between your legs on the couch while picking up his controller which makes you laugh - You and Huey discuss lots of things together and compliment and praise the young boy fro his work which he is thankful for - You are seen like a motherly figure to them after 7 Months of meeting you due to your sweet personality - For Riley and Hueyy felt so nice to have someone caring for them other then grandpa freeman. After all they didn't grow up with a good relationship with their parents or didn't have any? you didn't know - You are shocked by the boys is skills... like THEY KNOW SELF DEFENSE! in an shocking way and have done things no child would have done but this was Woodcrest... - Huey and Riley would come up to you if they ever finish a test and show you their scores huey always getting 100 and Riley getting... lets not talk about riley is scores - They both enjoy how you pat their heads when they do something right - Whenever they try to cuss infront of you, they always get an glare from you "Boy if you even try that Imma get your grandad to whoop you" You stated with an smile that held an menacing aura - You panic sometimes when you come to visit and see the boys attack eachother with weapons and they both stop quickly when you shout their names and scold them - If you ahve siblings though and their is a party at your place due to your partner hosting it they would be amazed how you are a whole different person cussing out your siblings - The other woodcrest neighbourghs wood also be shocked to see you close to whooping your younger/older sibling(s) asses with your purse cause they ate the last piece of your favourite food - You definetly will have to step in between Riley and Huey sometimes to stop them from killing one another which always freaks you out - You were staying over and helping Grandpa freeman with his upcoming date but you brought some sweets and got some of them eating one before lifting one up and walking towards you and Huey who were sitting on teh couch talking about one of Hueys recent experiments "Yo ma! what the fuck is this-" Riley froze when he realized what he said as Huey froze aswell turning to Riley with an raised brow as you stared at Riley - Riley spoke "Yall N**** ain't heard shit!" Riley said quickly but was to late when you rushed over hugging riley "AWWWW! RILEYYYY!" Huey glared at Riley who was getting your attention as Riley scoffed hugging you back - Riley and Huey wouldn't call you Ma, or Mother in public only in private cause they didn't want to seem like 'Pussies' by rileys words but to Huey he just doesn't want you to know he see's you as a mother figure - For huey the first time he call you Ma/mother was when you praised him for succeding in one of his experiments he worked REALLY hard on - he was in the garage and his eyes widened when he saw he succeed on making the bomb he had spent so long on... So when you come by he perks up slightly which is unusual and grabbing your hand taking you to the garage and telling you about his... 'Experiment' that def isn't a bomb and how long it took "Thats amazing Huey! your such a Genuis! you are an intelligent young boy I'm very proud of you" you stated with an sweet smile patting his head while his afro cause you didn't know where to pat as he stares up at you and looks away smiling slightly which wasn't shown well "Thanks Ma" Riley was walking past to grab his basketball before having his jaw drop so fast when hearing those quiet words from Hueys lips - Huey denies he ever said it but would say it to you in private. - He enjoys that he doesn't have to always be the responsible one in the family even if you live next door - They call you mom/momma/mum/mama/ma/mother - Believe it or not Huey respects you more than anyone in this world, I mean- have you seen yourself when you protected them of a group of assholes

- It’s still strange for you to know why some people hated the two boys Riley he has definitely called you “mom/mama” ) sometimes... and YES, Huey is still mocking him for that, when he does, surprisingly Riley does not get violent, he just scowls in shame and shouts “Well, SHE IS our mom! right?” he just looks at you with the most confused and adorable expression ever made and you just can’t say no to him. - The two boys are very thankful for you like REALLY THANKFUL! even if they don't show it alot - Grandpa freeman is very greatful for having you around so he didn't have to always look after those assholes

reblogs + comments are appreciated ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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nunsongici · 6 months

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"For you. For all of us."

I do believe "for you" was originally intended for both of them, or even all of them. But, (spoilers,) by the end of this, my delusions win.

Although I'm a shameless lokius shipper who can and will talk about them even on a first date or a job interview, I do believe there was much more going on in this scene than just a showcasing of a tragic love story. And that's not saying that wouldn't be meaningful (these types of stories are the only reason I still read fjjffj stop that's actually very sad...)

For me the story is very similar to how Luca's story ended. Hear me out, please, I'm crazy but I might not even be that crazy by the end of this.

Loki's first season and Luca both came out in June of 2021 so I might just connect them subconsciously, but the way Enrico Casarosa (director of Luca) said the movie was open to all interpretations hasn't left my mind since then. That's a huge part of making art, leaving the interpretation up to the viewer and not giving clear instructions. This way you can actually showcase such layers and depth that are much more similar to real life emotions. Because the line is blurry, no matter what. No label is clear enough to say why you love the way you do and how you do it. It's complex and beautiful.

Loki and Mobius, their relationship is beautiful because it has this complexity. I think it's worth mentioning, that what I'm about to say is a subjective interpretation, because this is my idea of love.

They did develop that friendship that articles like to highlight and we love to clown.

But seriously that platonic friendship is there and it doesn't cancel out the hints of romance at all. That's why I'm also okay with the sylki kiss. Although the first time watching it, for me it felt unnecessary, I can see the significance of it happening. It's an emotional moment, them failing to recognise what they want, their unawareness of the bigger picture, and the comedy of it all, him falling in love with himself. Also... we never really talk about why Sylvie accepts the kiss and her inner conflicts? I need to think a lot more about Sylvie and her wants... but that's not gonna happen in this post, because I'm already going on, anyways... Guess what, Mobius calls this out two times.

"What a incredible seismic narcissist."

"It’s a complicated relationship, okay? There’ s a lot unpack when you’re basically in a relationship with yourself. They say opposites attract. No." *does that face, taking a sip of his shake💅*

It's the same of him being the only one who mentions Loki's behaviour changing. (I'm not sure if he's the only one noticing, but he's the only one who makes the choice of calling it out.) And I also love the way he says no to Loki when he asks him to trust him. Loki stays calm, and just says "watch".

This is so!!! Loki has been doing this for so long, he looks kind of numb to it – this might have happened many times before and he's done explaining or calming Mobius OR he's okay with Mobius's distrust because he on the other hand trusts himself enough that he doesn't have to feel threatened to lose their bond. He knows their bond is strong enough that he doesn't have to worry when Mobius's trust fades for a moment. And the episode proves me right when in the next moment Loki gets access.

"Yes!" Mobius says, grabbing Loki's arm with both his hands, anxious and relieved for a small moment!!!

And that's real trust, friendship and relationship right there.

Comfort, sacrifice and honest moments like these make me feel loved the most. You can't entirely trust someone, you can't expect love to stay the same and you can't expect that the past to just fade away, you can't forgive easily and yet you keep hoping.

"That's a lot of hoping." Sylvie says.

And Loki is the key and his beautiful, beautiful character arch.

Most of these points are connected to my own experiences of friendship and the working relationships I've seen. Just like in Luca, we make mistakes, sometimes things that are hard to forgive and this is kind of the essence of being human.

Now back to Luca and the way Mobius has to touch Loki like his life depends on it. There are touchy people (and it took me some time to realise I'm one of them.) Enrico says:

“We talked about it and I mean, I think the reason probably we didn’t talk about it as much and, to a certain degree, we’re slightly surprised by the amount of people talking about romance is that we were really focusing on friendship and so pre-romance. But it is a kind of love, right? There’s a lot of hugging and it’s physical and my experience as a straight man certainly wasn’t that. The things we did talk a lot about is what is the metaphor here for being a sea monster, for being different? And some people seem to get mad that I’m not saying yes or no, but I feel like, well, this is a movie about being open to any difference.” (source)

Yes, I do recognise the worries about queerbaiting, and yes, I can only wish that wasn't the issue at Disney. But imagine for a moment, a world where this isn't the case and we didn't have to fight with tooth and nail for representation. In that case this story works perfectly as a friendship and yet it doesn't cancel out the chance of it snowballing into romance.

And then there's the last scene. This post sums it up. What I need to add to this is that most story elements are finished. Loki's Glorious Purpose ending is tragic, angsty and hurtful but it's done, finished. His friendship with both Mobius and Sylvie, tragic angsty and hurtful, still finished. What remains and what drives the audience crazy, and in need for explanation is Mobius being shown in between his lives.

I've seen a lot of people make posts about this alredy. How the show kept telling us that Mobius doesn't want to see his life on the timeline, how Loki knows and brings this up to Sylvie, but it's never further explained, really. Other than the natural conclusion that you just might not want to give up your known reality for something new. The show introduces characters who would, so it's not that everyone would hesitate.

Mobius let go of Ravonna, although it hurt him. Mobius did not remember OB, Mobius got scolded by Sylvie. Hunter B-15 (or Verity, my girl♥︎ i love you so much...) and Casey might be his good friends but we don't really see that apart from that goodbye scene. (Which by the way, hurt like hell...) The only reason left is that Mobius cannot live without Loki properly and the last damn scene proves. this. to. be. the. case!!!!

"Let time pass."

I... I love movies man...

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– I almost started writing a new paragraph about how this parallels to Spiderverse but let's just forget about that, because that's a box I don't want to open right now, because I will feel ✨dumb✨

– In the Hungarian dubbing he says "For you, Sylvie" and that perfectly sums up this shithole of a country... They did not put Sylvie into the subs though, a win is a win i guess...)

#loki spoilers #spoilers #loki season 2 #loki #loki tv show #loki series #lokius #rambling #mobius #sylvie #reviews from ici

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ruddyhotelau · 3 days

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It would be nice to learn little things about your Michael's personality or relationship with others, have you answered before? sorry if you did

Well we already answer a question about personalities before, I will screenshot it for you, and about his relationship with others... Michael in Ruddy Hotel AU also doesn't have many relationships, he is not someone who easily opens up to people he rarely interacts with.

+) To Emily: Michael didn't really like children, but back then when Sera just had a younger sister. Seeing that Sera was busy taking care of her sister but still had to do a lot of work as a high-ranking Seraphim and as Michael's assistant, he offered to let him take care of Emily to help Sera when she needed it. God thought it was okay so He agreed because a young Seraphim with great potential like Emily should be closely watched. Over time, the two became closer to each other, especially after Emily learned to speak, she immediately called Michael her uncle even though Michael and Sera tried to correct her but failed. In the end, Michael also considered Emily his niece. Emily then became Michael's only sunlight in the darkness of Hell, his family and eternal pride.

+) To Sera: Michael only sees Sera as a colleague, an assistant and a friend, nothing more and nothing less. Usually, their conversations would just revolve around work and Emily. Michael respects Sera and so does Sera. On rare occasions, they will also talk about what happened in Heaven but not too much because they both still carry scars from the old battle.

+) To his siblings: Michael really loves and misses his younger siblings, in Heaven they are the few people he can truly open up to and who truly understood Michael. Now, he wants to avoid causing any more harm to his siblings, so no matter how much he misses them, it's best not to meet them because their status are no longer the same as before... Now there's only the King of Hell and the 7 angels protecting Heaven...

+) To the other Deadly Sins: The 6 Deadly Sins were born right from the moment Adam bit the forbidden fruit and Hell was created. At first, they didn't like Michael very much because of his unapproachable, rigid and stubborn personality. However, since they are all leaders of each Ring, they meet to work quite often. Gradually, the Deadly Sins realized that Michael might not be as bad as they thought. Although Michael does not like Hell, demons and sinners, he still gives opinions and makes changes to help Hell become more orderly, manageable and well developed. As time passed, the Deadly Sins also became closer to Michael, although he repeatedly avoided them or showed discomfort, but all 6 Deadly Sins knew that the King of Hell was slowly accepting them.

+) To sinners: Hate, disgust and contempt. In Michael's eyes, they were nothing more than the scum of the world, and it was for this reason that Michael initially did not support Emily's hotel idea. But in the end, it was still thanks to her that Michael understood a little more about his people...

#ruddy hotel #hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel swap au #hazbin hotel michael #hazbin hotel oc

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mlmxreader · 8 months

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I Want You To Stay | Alfie Solomons x nb!reader

anonymous asked: Alfie Solomons: Hello! You doing good? I hope so 🖤. May I please humbly request of you something using the following prompts for Alfie Solomons X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "What's got you in such a bad mood?"+"You're a fucking asshole"+"Stay with me" (For this one, if it's possible and not too much trouble, could the prompts be used for the same reader from Feisty? Maybe it leads them to confessing feelings?? But if not, that is more than okay! I'll love whatever you're able to come up with 🖤🖤🖤). Thank you so very much 🖤🖤! And I'm so sorry for the absolute spamming of your inbox/notifications 🤣. 🐍anon

summary: you had to eventually come to terms with how you felt for Alfie, you just don't want him to know about them.

tws: swearing, mild threats

PART ONE: FEISTY

PART TWO: ACCEPTANCE

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"Stay with me."

The three simple words that had kept Alfie tethered to you for months. Refusing to leave you, constantly annoying you every second of every day; but when he wasn't around, you had to admit - you missed his presence. Massively. He was a thorn in your side, but when he wasn't around, you hated it.

You felt like something had been taken away from you. But you would never tell him that, you couldn't; he was already insufferable, he would be a thousand times worse if you told him that you actually liked to have him around.

That you actually enjoyed the mornings you spent together; you would feed Cyril, his dog, while he fetched the papers. You would always leave the puzzles for him to do. He would make tea while you got breakfast together; you would get washed and dressed for the day while he did the washing up.

He would get washed and dressed while you took Cyril for a quick walk. You fit together nicely, if the truth was told.

But you could never tell Alfie that you actually liked having him around; he would be so insufferable about it, and you couldn't have that. For months, he had been trying to convince you to admit that you even liked him a little bit, and would be an absolute dickhead when you grumbled and failed to come up with anything clever to bite back with.

You liked your mornings with Alfie.

But you preferred the evenings. Alfie always cooked while you took the dog out, and he was a fucking good cook; you would wash up while he got the puddings ready. After eating, you would spend hours sat at the dinner table talking about everything and nothing all at once until you were both too tired; he stopped sleeping on your sofa about a week into his refusal to leave.

You would snuggle into his side - always denying it the morning after - and he would hold you close while you slept. Sometimes you could muster up enough energy to talk to him while lying in bed, usually until you eventually dropped off; sometimes words didn't need to be said, and Alfie would feel you fall asleep almost instantly while he smiled and, for a moment, watched you sleep.

He did the same in the morning. He was always awake before you. It didn't matter if you had gotten to sleep earlier, he would still wake up before you and spend the first few minutes of the day just looking at you, admiring you.

It had been months, and the men from Birmingham hadn't made an appearance since. But Alfie wouldn't leave, and although you knew he would one day, you wished he wouldn't. You had gotten too used to him being your… companion, of sorts. You had gotten too content with the usual mundane routines that worked around his job and yours.

If he had nothing to do at his own work, he would come down to the shop and linger like maggots to a corpse. Sometimes he would bring flowers. You always threw them out. It always made him laugh.

Today wasn't any different. The early, early hours of the morning had trickled in, and you had gotten up with a groan and a stretch; the first time ever that you had gotten up before Alfie, you propped yourself up on your elbow and sighed. Your gaze landed on his face. He looked so peaceful.

His eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape, snoring quietly. His beard was starting to go grey, as was the hair at the sides of his head. He looked so pretty. You couldn't resist it, watching him for a moment, daring to lay a hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall.

Alfie groaned, daring to open one eye. He grinned. "You were watchin' me sleep."

"Fuck off, I was not," you huffed. "I was just making sure that you were still breathing… unfortunately you are."

He laughed softly, squirming to sit upright as he stretched and yawned. "Why are you up so early?"

"You ask like I know the question," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you folded your arms across your chest and sat against the headboard.

"Just fuckin' talk to me," he grumbled. "Why do you have to be such a feisty little shit all the time?"

"Oh, go fuck yourself!" You scoffed. "You're a fucking asshole, Solomons."

Alfie couldn't stop himself from smiling as he looked at you. "What's got you in such a bad mood? Woke up on the wrong side of the bed?"

You smacked his shoulder. "Go shit in your hands and clap, bellend."

He laughed, the sound making your heart pound for a moment. "C'mon. Admit that you like me, treacle."

"There'd be no fucking point," you growled. "It'd only stroke your fucking ego."

"It wouldn't," he said softly, gently cupping your jaw and forcing you to look into his eyes. "I promise you, it wouldn't… ain't broken any of my promises yet, have I?"

"I fucking hate you," you muttered, your gaze going to his lips. You swallowed thickly, unable to stop yourself, your body acting quicker than your mind as you closed the distance.

He kissed back immediately, smiling into it. It was gentle and slow, and it wasn't long until he brought you onto his lap, his hands on your waist to keep you close even when you pulled away.

"You don't hate me that much," Alfie joked. "Do you, sunshine?"

Your hands went to his chest as you sighed. "Maybe not… maybe… fuck's sake, I hate you but I do like you."

"There we go," he beamed, daring to steal another quick kiss. "Was that so hard?"

"You keep teasing me, and I will make sure that I fill out all the puzzles in the newspapers," you threatened.

Alfie nodded, trying not to laugh loudly. "You made your point, no need to get feisty… you gonna give us another kiss?"

"You gonna fucking ask nicely for once?"

"Please," he said softly. "Give us another kiss, please."

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mlmmetalhead · 2 years

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Eddie dating a tall/intimidating male reader?

Eddie Munson with a tall, intimidating boyfriend

Male reader

CW: reader is meantioned to be an outcast.

An: Oh, to be tall and intimidating, my childhood dream. Thanks the server for giving me sum ideas

He'd probably start off your relationship by bugging you, even though literally everyone in hellfire told him it'd be a bad idea.

Didn't mean any harm, really! He just has his ways of breaking the ice, that's it.

You weren't that talkative with pretty much anyone, everyone being low-key afraid.

But it wasn't big of a surprise that when someone decided to speak to you, it was no other than the local freak.

"Hey L/n!"

Eddie plopped on a seat next to you, his chin nested on his palms, as his eyes examine you with poorly hidden enthusiasm. You nodded in acknowledgement, continuing to munch on your meal.

"So I was thinking if maybe you changed your mind on joining us today? Please, it will be fun, I promise!"

"Not interested, sorry."

He never leaves his attempts to get you to join hellfire.

It sort of becomes an everyday routine. He'll come up to you at lunch, sometimes ask you about your day, nd then propose the idea of you joining a D&D session, every time with a new proposition.

"Please, Y/n! You can go just this one time, alright?"

"If you don't like it, you can walk out right in the middle of the session and spit in my face or something!"

"I'll pay for your food if you'll join!"

You just shake your head or roll your eyes, before walking off.

"Why are you so determined on making him join? He made it clear he doesn't want to!", Mike shrugs, watching you walk away again.

"He'd be a great jock anti-magnet, that's for sure. But do we need it that bad? He's closer to beating you up than giving in." Gareth eyes Eddie questioningly.

But he literally doesn't give up.

And although you don't accept it, you grow somehow closer to Eddie with these attempts.

Through mundane everyday talk, he gets to know about you a little, sometimes telling you about himself.

Once, Eddie called in sick and of course, didn't go up to you at lunch.

You expected a feeling of relief, not having to deal with his talks and comedically pathetic attempts at bribing.

But instead, you only faced a feeling of uneasiness. Like something was missing. That was the day after which you greeted him in the hallway for the first time.

Man was on cloud nine, his developing crush kicking in faster.

Not too long after, he worked up the courage to ask you out during another one of your lunch talks.

"Hey okay, how about this, tonight, or whenever you can, we go to whatever place you want, you eat however much you want, and I pay for everything. But I explain the basics of the game to you... And... You see if you're interested. Sounds good?"

You try and hold your comments, because the offer actually sounds pretty nice, so you take up on it.

And from that day, everything goes smoothly, and it's not too long before you, yourself ask Eddie to be your boyfriend.

You were trying not to look nervous, ultimately failing with biting on your lips every given second.

But it's not as bad as how nervous he is, basically unable to stay still as he spins his torso in one place, eyes darting from side to side, his body perfectly representing what was going on in his head.

You together is a great dynamic duo.

Eddie thinks he's being cool and charismatic, scaring everyone off, but in reality, it's just you standing behind his back, glaring at whoever Eddie desperately tries to scare.

You never fill him in, it's adorable seeing him being proud and bragging about protecting you two.

He can't help but rest his head in your shoulder while hugging you, even if he's not tired.

You, in return, can't help but rest your elbow on Eddie's shoulder and/or head.

He will also ask you to get him something from the highest shelf, just to fanboy for a second.

Adores sneaking up behind you, just to breathe on you neck and feel you shiver. Pulls a giggle out of him.

Will wrap his hands and legs around you like a baby koala for you to carry him around.

He generally enjoys being close, makes him safe, sometimes he stands on your feet while holding hands to be closer.

He like sitting on your lap a lot, doesn't matter, facing you or not, still manages to steal a kiss or two.

Eddie enjoys feeling small and protected, but if you get insecure about your height, he'll do anything to help.

#stranger things #x male reader #x reader #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #gay #reader insert

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weightofkiszka · 6 months

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𝒮𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓌𝓃~𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉. 1

This will be a series :D not sure how long it will be yet

word count:1,221(so far)

Warnings: None for now, TBD

Being in high school in a small town was strange and difficult. Everyone knew who each other were, even if they didn't know each other personally. That was how it always was. You knew who everyone was, even if you didn't hang out with them. Sammy was your best friend though. And you were his, aside from the curly haired boy he'd known since the first grade. You two were almost inseparable, some would even say that you both had a crush on each other. But that was no where near how it was. You and Sam were like siblings and had been since you met in kindergarten. When he started hanging out with Daniel too, you didn't mind although you rarely spoke to Daniel. Up until a week before graduation at least. The two of you had been at Sam's house, as that was the usual hangout and even sometimes the woods on the edge of town. You didn't know Daniel would be there as he had told Sam that he wasn't sure he could due to work. Yet when Daniel walked through the front door, you saw how gorgeous he was. You weren't sure how you hadn't noticed over all those years spent with him. His curls pulled back into a low bun and his sun-kissed skin made your heart race. You often found yourself staring at him after that moment, whenever you were around him and even after that at graduation. The three of you spent the summer together before leaving for college since you had been accepted into Harvard Law, your dream college and when they heard you had been accepted they made sure to have the best summer before you left. Sam and Daniel stayed behind, going to a community college since they both wanted to stay in Frankenmuth. You grew so busy in school you had almost forgotten about them.

FIVE YEARS LATER

"We'll pick you up from the airport, okay? You can stay with us honey, your room hasn't been touched since you left.", your mother told you over the phone. "Okay mama, thank you. I'll call you when we land." You hung up the call and put your phone on airplane mode. This trip will be your first time home since being a freshman in college. Actually you wouldn't be returning to Harvard law, but your family didn't know that yet. You had grown to realize it wasn't what you wanted to do so you would find work in your hometown until you knew exactly what you wanted to do. Your flight was short, only about two hours. You decided to fly instead of drive, only because you didn't have a car but also because it was cheaper than renting a car.

🕊️🕊️

After landing in Detroit and being picked up by your parents, they drove you back home. You found you had fallen asleep when you felt your phone vibrate. Checking it, you saw you had an instagram message.

samfkiszka: hey :) your mom said you would be in town today and i was wondering if you wanted to hang out and catch up?

morningbird: yes ofc omg i would love to. Tonight at 8?

samfkiszka: see you then :)

You liked the message, letting him know that you had seen it. You hadn't talked to Sam or Danny since your last day before leaving for school. It felt good knowing at least one of them was still in town and even if you hadn't heard from Danny you made a mental note to ask Sam about him. You wanted to know what they both had been up to since you hadn't been home since you were 19. You were now 24 and were due to graduate next semester. An entire year early, yet it became to stressful for you. You had been top of your class for four years, but a messy breakup sent you into a depression and cause your grades to slip below the average A+ you usually had, which hadn't been a big deal until the only class you needed to pass this semester had been failed. So you thought it was best to move back home and figure it out from there.

Once you made it back to your parents house and got all of your belongings to your room, you set up your computer to look for work around town. Finding one in particular that piqued your interest you immediately looked at the website.

New Moon Apothecary. Specializing in all your spiritual needs.

After looking over the website, you applied and hoped for the best. You had never worked in an apothecary before but was well educated in tarot, maybe hoping to give readings at the apothecary. Hearing a knock at your bedroom door, you jumped. You forgot what it was like living with other people.

"Hey Y/N. I couldn't wait any longer to see my best friend so I thought I'd stop by." You heard the familiar voice say before looking back at him. "Sammy! Oh my gosh how are you?" You jumped up and ran to Sam giving him one of the biggest hugs you'd ever given someone. "I've been good! I missed you so much Y/N. Daniel is still in town too so we'll all have to meet up this week. I never thought you'd come back if I'm being honest."

You pulled back and looked at him "Never come back? Sam I always had plans on coming back even if it was just to see you." You smiled at him and stepped away. "Let me just get dressed and we can go where ever you want, okay?" He smiled and left the room to give you privacy. "I'll be out by my car waiting."

Sam treated you to burgers and fries, a meal you both got whenever you had the chance. You both giggled at everything, almost like no time had passed at all. He filled you in on everything that had happened in his life over the years. Becoming a producer and producing his brother Jake's music for three years until Jake was signed to a label out in Nashville. Sam stayed behind and watched his brothers dream come true while finding work with smaller bands around town. After filling you in on everything he had done the last five years, he asked how school had been and when you'd be going back.

"I'm actually staying here for a while. I didn't finish school..." You looked at him nervously biting your lip, afraid he'd be disappointed. "Well thats alright, you'll find something here to do and eventually find what works for you." Relieved he wasn't disappointed, you smiled.

The both of you walked around town for a while after that. Spotting New Moon in the distance you drug him along faster, explaining you had applied there and wanted to check it out before your interview. He giggled at how excited you seemed, and opened the door for you. The both of you looking around, and pointing out different crystals to each other. You were looking at a deck of bird themed tarot cards when you heard a familiar voice behind you.

"Birdie?", you turned to see who spoke before your heart stopped and you froze completely seeing them behind the counter.

"Daniel?"

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@profitofthedune @sunflwerfangirl @gvf23

#dannywagner #greta van fic #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner x reader #greta van fluff #greta van smut #josh kiszka x reader

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em-mermaid · 9 days

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my heart is wherever you are

Ren’s hand is warm between his own.

“You’re here.” Ren whispers, as they meet each other’s gaze. His eyes seem to search, drinking in Martyn’s face with a look that feels like he’s afraid he will disappear. “How?”

or: Ren finally gives up his role as king.

(also on AO3)

——————

Martyn is falling.

Falling.

Down. Always down.

A never ending plummet, tumbling towards an unknown destination. Sometimes, he wonders how he knows he’s moving downwards instead of any other direction through this liminal space, through this in between. He supposes he has to trust his gut on that one. No other choice really.

So he falls, ever downwards through the endless stream. A sort of stasis.

Usually, it ends with a phone call. Sometimes it’s Scott calling to say hello or one of the Noxcrew pulling him into another MCC. Other times it’s Grian on the other end, extending an offer to join yet another one of his experimental servers. An offer to join a game that he would accept without an ounce of hesitation, but boy is he getting tired.

Well, maybe tired is the wrong word.

He still enjoys them quite a lot. It’s a chance to see some old friends and make some new ones. A chance to strategize and have fun. But maybe, he thinks, after this last game the taste of victory didn’t sit on his tongue in quite the way he wanted it to.

And there are always the whispers. The taunts and bloodlust that he can’t quite shake. The voices calling for a rematch, for a victory, for a reunion with a king that is no longer his. A king he failed.

A king he lost.

A king he loves.

And still, he falls.

The shrill sound of his communicator startles him from the monotony of air rushing past his ears. He looks down at his watch to see… Cleo? Why is Cleo calling? Cleo never calls.

“Hello?” he answers, feeling a tug from his sternum. Well, that’s definitely her on the other end.

“Oh Martyn, hi!” Their voice crackles through the speakers. “I wasn’t sure this would work, I’m glad you answered. Do you have a minute?”

“I’ve got all the time in the world,” he replies. “Although, would you say this is out of the world? How would you classify the datastream?”

He hears her chuckle through the line. “I dunno Martyn, you’re the one who spends all their time there.

“You make a good point.”

“Yeah I do. Anyway, I have, well, a bit of a large request.”

Martyn hums inquisitively, unsure. What would Cleo need from him of all people?

“I know this is a touchy subject for you, but it’s important, alright? I was giving Ren a tour of–”

He cuts them off, talking over them, words tumbling from his mouth before he can think twice. “Whoa whoa whoa wait what? This is about Ren?”

Cleo scoffs. “Yes Martyn, it is. If you could give me just a minute to explain before interrupting that would be grand.” And oh, of course the sharp sting of her words is something reliable in every life.

He rubs a hand down his face with a groan. It’s not worth the argument now. He knows she would just hang up and leave him wondering, and he is far too curious to risk that at the moment. “Right, right okay. What’s this about Ren, then?”

“So, I was giving Ren a tour of my museum earlier and— you remember that he became king of the server for a while, yeah?”

Martyn makes a noise of acknowledgement. He remembers overhearing something about it in passing but never had the chance to ask about it.

“Well,” Cleo continues. “My museum has a lot of artifacts from then and he sorta had a bit of a breakdown after seeing them? And now he’s asking for you.”

“He–” Martyn hesitates. Surely that’s not true. It’s been so long since he’s heard from Ren. Why was he only reaching out now? Why through Cleo? After they had been allies at the end of last life, Ren had seemed distant. There was the sting of double life, where BigB had taken his place at Ren’s side, followed by Ren’s complete absence in limited life. Martyn had finally been starting to accept that maybe Ren was avoiding him, that maybe he had pushed Ren too far, gotten too close.

When Martyn finally speaks his voice is softer, with a quiver he didn’t intend to let through. “He wants to see me?”

She lets out a soft sigh, a noise far more genuine than he’s heard in a while. “Yes, Martyn, he does.”

“Oh.”

“X has already agreed, you’re whitelisted if you want to join us. Quite honestly, I think Ren would really appreciate seeing your face right now.”

This is his chance. Ren wants to talk. To see him. It’s almost bittersweet, but also too good to be true. After all this time. After all these months, nearly years of waiting for him. All those unanswered calls and messages and finally the chance at some answers.

“Yeah,” he says, and it feels like the right decision. “Yeah, I’ll join.”

“Perfect. Give me a minute to message X and I will see you soon.”

“Aye aye captain, see ya.”

And, with that, the phone call ends as quick as it started, leaving him in stunned silence. He’s going to see Ren. He’s going to see Ren today. It’s finally time to be reunited with his love. With his King.

His phone beeps.

[Join Hermitcraft Season 9?]

He clicks.

——————

The world spins when his feet touch down, the air squeezing on his chest as he struggles to adapt to the new environment. He can feel the busyness, how the air seems to almost vibrate with life. Redstone lag pulses from somewhere to his left and a drowned gurgles from below the soft waves to his right.

He feels a hand come to rest his shoulder, holding him steady as he finds his balance and blinks in the bright sunlight.

“Ah, are you quite alright, my friend?” A voice asks, and he finally regains his senses enough to see a helmeted face in front of him.

“Peachy,” he manages as Cleo touches down on the ground nearby. She stumbles slightly with the speed of the landing, but before he can say anything to her, she tosses him an elytra. It nearly knocks the breath from his lungs as he scrambles to catch the wings.

“What, not even a hug?”

“Not if you ask like that!” She quips back. Despite the sharp words, she squeezes his arm in greeting.

“Thanks X, I got him from here.”

“No worries. Let me know if you need anything else. And keep me updated on Ren, yeah?”

“Will do.”

Xisuma flies away, leaving the two of them alone at spawn. It’s quiet for a moment while Cleo watches Martyn put on the elytra. He takes a breath and Cleo fishes out some rockets, passing a handful to him. He feels unsteady, uncertain. Now that he’s here, he begins to wonder what he’s gotten himself into.

“It’s nice to see you,” Cleo says and they give him a small smile. It doesn’t fully reach their eyes.

“Right back at you. Are you alright?”

Her eyebrows pinch together and he sees a flash of pursed lips before she’s leaning in and wrapping him in a hug. It’s nice, he thinks as he returns the gesture. Her hair tickles his nose, but her arms are warm where they rest around his shoulders.

She steps back after a moment. “Ren’s at my base. We should really go.”

“Yeah ok,” he nods, holding out his rockets. “I’m ready.”

They take off together, the twin bursts of rockets leaving behind a trail of dust as they lift up into the air and steady out over the landscape. Buildings pass below, connected by paved roads and dark oak forests. He sees a few distant people walking below and some even flying around.

Cleo veers right, passing a towering bone hand and two large buildings before the ocean and a floating island comes into view.

It truly is a stunning base.

The dark towers and prismarine roofs are bold and powerful, but the whole area is softened by lush gardens and crawling vines. Sculptures of various people appear in windows and through doorways and hint at the life and love hiding just inside.

Cleo leads them inside, through a grand throne room and past a room of cards. When they reach a secluded door, she finally pauses.

“You can leave your elytra in here if you want,” she offers, opening a nearby barrel and placing her own inside.

He fumbles with his for a moment before placing it on top of hers. She nods and closes the barrel softly, turning towards the door.

“He’s in here.” She pushes open the door and gestures for him to go in first.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dark room, but when they do, they are drawn to the man on the bed. He’s curled in on himself, tucked under a red cloak. His eyes are distant, unseeing, and even in the half light Martyn can see tears gleaming behind them, threatening to spill over.

“Ren?” he whispers, voice cracking over the word as he reaches out his hand, unsure.

Ren blinks, eyes struggling to focus towards the voice and a silence stretches over them. It’s suffocating and threatens to take over his already tight chest. For a long moment, the only thing he hears is the soft wheezing breath of Cleo in the doorway and the distant waves against the island below. And Ren just blinks. Blinks into the darkness. Blinks as a single tear trails down his cheek.

Martyn hesitates in the silence, looking on as Ren gathers his senses. It stretches long enough that he begins to believe that Ren hadn’t heard him. He wouldn’t ignore a direct call of his name, right? Martyn withdraws his hand, moving to tap his fingers on his thigh, anxious, unsure. Surely Ren just didn’t hear. Maybe he should ask again? He takes a breath in the stillness, opening his mouth, ready to speak again when a soft, broken voice burrows its way through the silence.

“Me Hand?”

At that, Martyn rushes forward, all hesitations thrown to the side as he falls to his knees by the bed, taking Ren’s hand in his own. “I’m here, My Liege.”

This close, he can see the tear tracks along Ren’s face, the way his laugh lines look so jarring against the furrow of his brow. His eyes are red, but not in the way they had been during The Games. Now, instead of irises shining with an unnatural color, they are a gray-blue surrounded with a redness only found in a man who is holding back far too many tears.

Ren’s hand is warm between his own.

“You’re here.” Ren whispers, as they meet each other’s gaze. His eyes seem to search, drinking in Martyn’s face with a look that feels like he’s afraid he will disappear. “How?”

There is a quiet chuckle from behind him and Cleo’s voice melds into their shared bubble of silence and not silence. “I might have called in a favor from Xisuma after you asked for him back at the museum.”

Ren gives them a shaky smile, something much closer to a grimace than Martyn prefers to see on his face. “Yeah, sorry about that my dudes.”

“It’s fine, Ren.” Cleo says, moving into his periphery to sit on the edge of the bed. She places a hand on Ren’s knee comfortingly. “Although, you did kinda space out there for a while after the tour. You kept asking for your Hand and I thought you meant Bdubs at first, but–”

Martyn whips his head around to look at her, a sudden fury rushing through him. “Bdubs?” he exclaims, something far louder than anything else being said. Cleo only rolls their eyes at him.

“Yes, Martyn. Bdubs. I thought I told you about Ren being king of Hermitcraft.” The words aren’t exactly unkind, but he can feel his hackles rise at the thought, the implication that anyone except himself could ever be Ren’s Hand.

And sure, she had mentioned to him that Bdubs had given him the crown and played that role, but that didn’t mean Bdubs could just take that from him during some silly copycat event. Martyn is Ren’s Hand. Ren is his King.

He feels a gentle squeeze of his hand, drawing his attention back to Ren. His King, who is now smiling so softly up at him, despite the tears still lingering just behind his eyes. “I missed you, Me Hand. But surely you must know that Bdubs could never replace you.”

How, Martyn wonders, is Ren able to make him crumble at just a small handful of words? To take such an outburst of emotions and cradle them so gently when he is so clearly fighting an emotional outburst of his own. Had it really been long enough for him to forget how Ren cares so deeply for those around him? How he dismisses fears of his own when someone else needs guidance?

Or, a voice in the back of his head whispers, is it that he had thought Ren had moved on? It has been so long since they last spoke, last touched hands, and even when they did it had been fleeting. Watcher assigned soulmates tugging them away from the possibility of rekindling what they once had.

But the hand in his own is warm and real and he’s certain Ren can see the war in his eyes as much as he can see one reflected back from his King’s.

“Do you really mean that?” Martyn asks, his voice now barely audible in the quiet room.

“Of course I do,” Ren whispers back, lifting their hands to press a soft kiss onto Martyn’s knuckles.

The surprised noise Martyn lets out lands somewhere between a laugh and a sob as he falls forward to tuck his head into Ren’s neck. “I missed you so much, my Liege.”

For a moment they sit in the quiet, breathing in each other’s presence. It’s nice, relieving, like releasing a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He already feels lighter, more at home than he’s felt in years. Ren is here. Ren is safe. Ren missed him too.

Martyn starts to become aware of an ache in his knees where they are pressed against the hardwood floors. He shifts minutely and leans up to press more weight onto his arms.

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve been on my knees for you, my Liege. These joints aren’t as young as they used to be.”

Cleo snorts while Ren, his lovely Ren, lets out the loudest laugh. It’s still tinted with tears, but it’s real and genuine and it’s music to his ears.

“Get up here, you old man,” Cleo says fondly, nudging Ren’s legs out of the way so she can slide across the bed. Ren shifts with her, sitting up to make space for him.

I’m younger than you!” Martyn deflects as he pulls himself up off the ground and onto the bed, earning himself a threatening glare and a pillow to the face. “Alright, ok, I earned that one.”

He delights in the way Cleo’s eyebrows scrunch together in a scowl and how Ren tilts his head back as he continues to laugh at their antics.

“Ok Ren,” Cleo prompts once the laughter dies down. Her words are direct, yet laced with concern. “What happened back there?”

And Martyn sees the way Ren hunches as he pulls the red robe tighter around his shoulders, how his eyebrows pull together and a frown takes over his features. There’s a hesitancy in his actions, like he is holding back. Making himself smaller despite the joy he usually finds in being at the center of a conversation.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, and Martyn’s not sure he’s ever heard him that subdued.

Cleo reaches out to place a hand on his knee. Something about the touch seems to relax him slightly. “Then what can we do to help?

Martyn, for all his love of words and jumping into action, sits in stunned silence watching the pair. Sure, he had seen Ren in the quiet, tense moments between battles, seen the way he would analyze their previous moves and strategy before marching on to the next task. He had seen the way he sometimes doubted if he was making the right choices, but still managed to talk through a solution.

And even in the calmer moments, curled up together to ward off the chill and loneliness of the night, never had he seen Ren unsure of his actions to this degree. Unsure enough to fold in on himself and hide away like he would be shamed for even admitting to his thoughts or actions.

For a moment the three of them just sit, waiting for Ren to collect his thoughts, watching how his face twitches with hints of fleeting expressions as he works out what to say next. He opens and closes his mouth a handful of times before settling on a statement that feels like a punch to the gut.

“I was never worthy of the crown.”

“What?” Martyn can’t help but exclaim, the words finally spilling from him without thought to the delicacy of the situation. “Of course you are! I mean just look at all you’ve done. I’ve never met anyone else who cares about his friends and subjects as much as you. You put so much time and attention into every detail, every plan, just to make sure no one is excluded or left behind. And you give so much of your time and resources and energy to everyone regardless of their rank. It’s so obvious to anyone that sees you, that you are a natural leader and anyone would be lucky to have you as their king!”

Martyn sees how Ren’s eyes widen at the outburst, how tears gather in the corners as he stares back.

“But, me Hand, you weren’t here when the shopping district fell to ruin. They hunted me down, I was slain in mine own labyrinth.” His hands rest in his lap, fingers fidgeting with the diamonds in his cloak. “I let them down. They needed a king who could improve the server and all I did was make it worse.”

“Ren, Martyn’s right.” Cleo says, lightly squeezing his knee.

“Of course I am!” Martyn interjects

“He’s right sometimes,” she jabs lightly before continuing. “You were an amazing king. Yeah you made mistakes, but who doesn’t, y’know? No one is holding that against you.”

“But the people grew tired of me. They hate these robes and everything I did.” His voice wilts. “I see the looks they give me. I barely see anyone in the shopping district anymore. It’s like they are avoiding me.” He takes a shaky breath. “I never wanted them to hate me.”

“Oh, is that what this is all about?” Cleo asks softly, leaning over to cup his face with her palm and guiding him to meet her eyes. “Listen to me, Ren. No one hates you. Not for what you did as king and not for any other reason.”

A tear finally breaks free and rolls down Ren’s face. His voice cracks when he speaks. “Thank you, Lady Cleo.”

She smiles fondly at him, soft in a way that Martyn has never seen. “Anything for you, Ren.”

They sit for a moment, quiet and still, before Ren takes a steadying breath, squares his shoulders and slides off the bed.

“Me Hand,” he announces, with a dramatic twirl to face them. The pose he strikes is tall, powerful, and authoritative, despite the tear tracks on his face and Martyn finds himself moving closer on the edge bed, sitting on his knees before him. “I think it is time for me to pass on my crown to the next in line.”

“What? Really?” Martyn exclaims, and Ren nods slowly at his incredulous question. Ren lifts an eyebrow at him and it’s then Martyn realizes what is happening.

Ren is offering them both closure. He is, in his own way, reaching out for this one final scene, one final moment, for them to truly be a King and his Hand. They’ve both been hurting, longing for a past that will never return. For a reign that was far too short and ended far too bloody. He’s offering this chance to wrap up this chapter of their lives by passing on the title, passing on the crown. To finally move on, to have this moment together.

An unguided Hand, now guided to freedom.

Martyn takes a breath, bowing his head in respect and allowing himself to slip back into his role as Ren’s Hand. “Who will it be, my Liege?”

And his King flashes him the brightest smile. “Why, it is Lady Cleo, of course!”

“Cleo?”

Cleo huffs, but joins the pair at the edge of the bed, her thigh brushing against Martyn’s own. With a small smirk, she joins their scene. “It would be an honor to wear the tiniest of crowns.”

“Then shall we starteth the ceremony?”

“Yes, my Liege.” Martyn agrees with a bow of his head.

His King stands tall and begins his speech to a crowd of two. “Hello, citizens of Hermitcraft! We have gathered today on this most glorious of occasions–”

Martyn snorts. “You make it sound like someone is getting married.”

“Hush,” Cleo retorts, elbowing his side. “I wanna hear where this is going.”

Ren, for his part, only gives them a small smile before continuing. “We are here today, because I have decided to step down as King of the Server. I know this might be a shock for some of you, but please hear me out, friends, and know that this is not a choice I make lightly.”

“As some of you must know by now, my popularity as King is dwindling. I’ve heard the rumblings of rebellion, I know the people want me gone. I know you are unhappy with the economy, with my Royal Emeralds. With me.”

It’s at this point, another tear pools out and makes its way down his King’s cheek. “This is why I have decided to pass on my crown.” His voice warbles. “Lady Cleo, would you please stand.”

“Yes, my King,” she says. They step into his space, brushing the stray tears from his face. When she whispers near his ear, it is almost too quiet for Martyn to hear, even in the otherwise silent room. “I’m proud of you.”

After moving to face him, she nods her head. She looks good there, next to Ren. She stands tall, red hair curling around her shoulders and her majestic blue dress already looks like it is worthy of royalty.

“Now presenting, Lady Cleo of Atlantis!” He speaks towards Cleo, towards the otherwise empty room. “As most of you already know, Lady Cleo is one of the knights of the square table and one of my most trusted advisors. She has put up with much of mine shenanigans. She is always around to tell me when I am being ridiculous, even if I choose not to heed her advice. They are smart and logical, and I know in my heart that the kingdom will be well taken care of in their hands!”

Cleo smiles. “Aw thank you, Ren.”

“Me Hand,” Ren addresses him, voice quieting. “It is time.”

Martyn stands, a tight feeling in his chest making itself known as he does. “Of course, my Liege.”

Ren takes his hands and pulls him close. His eyes are somber, yet determined. “Thank you, for all you have done for me. Your support, loyalty, and kindness have not gone unnoticed. Even in our years apart, I have wished only the best for you. But now, it is time for our reign to come to an end.” He lets out a shaky breath.

“Martyn,” says the voice of his King, of his love, his Ren, who presses their foreheads together as he speaks Martyn’s name for the first time in far too long. “Would you please do me the honor of crowning the new king?”

Martyn breathes in. The smell of Ren’s shampoo surrounds him and he remembers all the nights spent in the snow fort, all the days spent crafting and trading and planning. The way Ren would brush kisses across his forehead in passing or jump into his arms in excitement. And now he breathes out into the dimly lit room, on a server that is not their own, in a castle that isn’t theirs. But still, in front of him is the same set of bright blue eyes. “As you wish, my love.”

Ren kneels.

And Martyn knows it is a final bow.

This is his last moment as King. Martyn’s final moment as his Hand. All they have done is through, and it’s time.

Martyn brushes Ren’s hair from his face, tucking a strand behind his ear. “It has been an honor serving you, my Lord.”

“And I you.” Ren whispers.

The crown is small, but Martyn holds it between his fingers with overwhelming care. The jewels shimmer in the soft light of the room. It’s different from the original crown of iron Ren had designed in secret back in their other world. Back when resources and tools were limited. That one had been rough, uneven, with dents along the edges and a single rare diamond held firmly in place. This new one is smooth, golden, and the numerous jewels around it display the wealth and prosperity of his kingdom. Oh how far he has come.

Martyn lifts the crown, and with it, the burden of being King. The weight of countless difficult decisions. The need for perfection and protection and poise.

The crown feels heavier than it has any right to be and yet there is a lightness in the air.

Cleo smiles when he turns to her. Her hand finds its way to rest comfortingly in Ren’s hair.

He places the crown on her head. Her red curls wrap around it like snakes who have just found their new treasure. It looks stunning, like it was made to fit her.

“Now introducing, King Cleo of Hermitcraft. Long live the king.”

Martyn joins Ren, kneeling before their new King and sighs, taking Ren’s hand in his own.

It’s over.

A new chapter has begun.

Cleo is the one who finally breaks their shared silence, extending her hands to help them up. “Oh come here, you two. You’re being far too serious for such a joyous day.”

Ren grunts as he stands. “You’re one to talk, King Cleo. How do you think the dead king feels?”

“I think being dead is a wonderful thing and I’m glad you’re giving it a go!”

Ren laughs. It’s light and magical and so very him. “Ah, I should have realized you had nefarious undead intentions!”

Cleo takes Ren’s jaw in her hands and guides him closer. Martyn watches as he turns to putty under her gaze. “If I had truly nefarious intentions, you would have known a long time ago.”

Ren licks his lips, glancing down at Cleo’s, which are now just a breath away from his own. “But, you are known to play the long game.”

“Hmm, I suppose I am. Time will tell then, won’t it?”

He hums an acknowledgment before she pulls him the final stretch, kissing him firmly.

The kiss is fairly short, but undoubtedly full of love. Martyn can’t help but watch, taking in the way Ren leans into her, his hands wrapping around her waist as her’s continue to cradle his jaw.

It’s nice, he thinks as they part, to be privileged enough to be privy to this moment of softness from Cleo. To see that Ren has been treated well in his time between the Games. It soothes a tightness in his chest that he hadn’t realized was there.

“I love you,” Ren says to her, voice gentle.

They stroke a thumb along his cheek. “Love you too. You did good today.” She glances over at Martyn. “You both did.”

He startles slightly at the genuine tone of the compliment. It’s few and far between when he is on the receiving end of their kind words. Not unlikely, but still, he wasn’t expecting to be included in their little moment.

Despite this, the words settle themselves across his shoulders like a warm blanket, and he can feel a light blush begin to color his cheeks. “Aw, thanks Cleo.”

She reaches out, offering Martyn a hand and a smile, guiding him into their space.

How very fitting it is.

A Hand and his Kings. Guided by them, towards them, to them. Pulled into their gravity, always finding his way into their orbit.

But maybe, just maybe, they were always meant to collide.

So when he falls into their space, Cleo’s hand is warm where it squeezes his own.

And Ren’s lips taste like coming home.

#hermitshipping #trafficshipping #hermitfic #trafficfic #treebark #zombiecleo #there's some queer poly stuff going on and they mean so much to me #i wrote this last year and it was posted as part of a friend fic exchange back in janurary #but i figured it deserved it's own post #happy 3rd life anniversary everyone #mermaid writes

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wooahaes · 1 year

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excuse me, miss, i l-o-v-e y-o-u.

pairing: non-idol!haruto x fem!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: big steps in a relationship, i guess?

daisy’s notes: bunny.............. (if u think ‘is she talking about--’ then yes im absolutely talking abt leebit.)

Between visiting family and spending time with friends, you didn’t really get a chance to see your boyfriend... which is why he showed up to your home that night, just to spend a few minutes with you.

To be fair, you’d told Haruto that you’d be busy the day-of your birthday. You had family who kind of expected you to visit them (which wasn’t a huge deal--you enjoyed getting the chance to see them), and that you had friends who’d managed to work things out so that they could spend most of the day with you (which was a huge deal, considering how busy the three of you were). Haruto had understood, and took you out for dinner the night before, and yet... There he was, standing outside with his hands behind his back.

“Are you tired?” He asked quietly. “I can go--”

You stepped outside, shutting your door behind you as you shook your head. “I’m fine. Is something wrong?”

He took a small step back, gaze drifting away. Was he blushing? It was hard to tell in the low light. “I just wanted to see you.”

Although the two of you hadn’t been dating long, you still felt that something was off. Yet his words still made your heart skip a beat, a small smile tugging at your lips out of embarrassment for a simple sentiment spoken aloud. “You didn’t have to come out here, though...” You toyed with the edge of your sleeve. “It’s late.”

“That’s okay.” He shuffled a little, before finally looking back at you. “I bought you something. I didn’t want to wait.” He drew out what he’d been hiding behind his back, revealing to you the little white rabbit plushie that you’d been wanting for a while--the final one to complete your collection of eight. “Happy birthday. I saw him in a store--”

He’d been cut off by you practically leaping at him to hug him tight, already babbling about how much you adored him. The rest of the collection was in your bedroom, but this guy had been the one you failed to get over time, always evading you. “You’re so, so sweet,” you mumbled as you hugged him tight, the rabbit currently squished between your body and his own.

Haruto managed to wiggle his arms free so that he could return the embrace. “I was going to give him to you tomorrow, actually...” He said. “But Hyunsuk sent me a screenshot of a post you made when you were out with your friends...”

Is this your girlfriend? His text had said. Did you get her anything for her birthday? Why isn’t she posting about it? I thought you got her something?

The endless questions had, ultimately, made him pout before deciding he needed to see you now and give you your gift. “So I decided I’d come,” he mumbled.

“Aw... You didn’t have to,” you said. “Did he tease you again?” Taking a tiny step back, you tucked your hands into your hoodie’s pocket.

He shook his head,and offered the bunny to you. “Did you have a good day?”

Accepting the rabbit, you hugged him tight against your chest. “Mhm! It was kinda draining to be around so many people, but... You being here makes it better.”

His heart skipped a beat. How were you so affectionate and cheesy so easily? He fumbled with one of the rings he wore, heart racing as he called your name quietly to get your full attention. His mouth went dry as he went to speak, nerves suddenly getting the better of him.

“Are you okay?” You asked again. “It is late, so if you’re tired--”

“I love you.”

Those three little words stopped you in your tracks as you stared at him, the rabbit plushie hugged close to your heart, and registered what he just told you for the first time. The two of you had only started dating several months ago, and this step was one neither of you felt pressured to take yet. Even without speaking it aloud, the care you held toward one another was evident in everything you two did. But this? Saying it aloud?

It weighed differently. And your heart began to race as you realized that the feeling must have overwhelmed him so much that he needed to say it. “Haruto...”

His face was burning hot, and he swallowed his feelings hard to try while his heart hammered in his chest. “You don’t have to say it,” he said quietly, “I just wanted to tell you.”

You reached out, taking his hand in one of your own. “I think... I love you, too.”

Haruto never considered himself to be heavily romantic. Yet he felt that the only right thing to do in this moment, upon seeing the stars in your eyes, was lean in and kiss you gently. He could feel the curve of your lips into a smile, and found himself smiling, too, when he pulled away. Neither of you spoke immediately, instead savoring this quiet moment between the two of you for a little longer.

It felt like an eternity had passed when you took the tiniest of steps back. “It’s late. You should get home,” you said. “Text me when you get there.”

He nodded. “I will.” With one quick kiss against your forehead, he smiled again, “Happy birthday. I’ll call you.”

(And he didn’t fail to miss the new picture you posted on your own account, the little rabbit plushie joining his friends with a caption that simply read: thank you, love <3.)

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Isabela or Luisa as Bruno's daughter seems to be the most interesting option.

I feel like what makes Bruno's connection with Mirabel interesting in the movie is the fact that he is a complete stranger to her, but understands how she feels better than anyone else in the family. Him being her father completely ruins that dynamic.

All papa Bruno Mirabel's tend to be written as Bruno 2.0. This seems to be the case with most of the characters, since the warm colour siblings don't have enough screentime to really have set personalities.

Isabela and Luisa would be interesting as his children because they have the best reputations of the grandkids. Bruno having such a bad reputation could add onto the pressure they feel to keep up their images and would give them more of a reason to hide how they really feel. Bruno's struggles with his reputation would also make it difficult for him to understand how having a good reputation can be harmful, making him oblivious to his child's problems.

I think Isabela works better for this concept since she and Bruno are really two sides of the same coin, but Luisa would work too. (Although it would make her relationship with Mirabel make less sense)

I don't think there should be a partner because Bruno being a single parent would make his relationship with his child much more interesting. He'll be much more anxious and protective over the child, which would probably make the child more inclined to hide their struggles from him. Whether the mother leaves or dies, I don't think it matters much.

Bruno should stay behind this time, though there is interesting potential for if he doesn't. Bringing a child into the walls is honestly a ridiculous idea that is obviously harmful to the child. I don't think even Bruno is that stupid. He runs away in canon partially because he wants to protect Mirabel and partially because he's afraid of showing the vision. He's probably more likely to believe that the child is either better off without him, or that he needs to do this for Mirabel and can't involve his child.

Bruno leaving makes him a terrible parent, so if he's supposed to be likeable in this au, he should stay. That being said, I think having a child with no parents left is also entertaining, as long as Bruno being a bad person is okay. The child would probably have abandonment issues and would probably grow up trying to be as ideal of a person as possible, so that nobody would have a reason to leave them again. The child would probably end up latching onto another adult figure in the family, in place of their missing parent. The child would probably resent Mirabel, since her father leaving the night of her failed ceremony has to mean something. I think all of these work perfectly for Isabela, but someone else could have problems too.

If Bruno were to stay, it would be for his child. He'd probably hide the vision and lie to Abuela (which I do think he's capable of), and continue being the family disappointment. I think this version of Bruno would accept that his gift makes him disliked and instead of trying to please people who don't like him, would focus on the person he cares about the most. This Bruno would probably be a bit overprotective over his child at first, though if his child has a good reputation he might end up distancing himself from the child so that he doesn't ruin that. Not to the point of actually ignoring the child, but maybe he would keep his distance in public. They would still talk, though I think their conversations would become awkward, with Bruno praising the child like everyone else does and the child lying to him like they do to everyone else. If the child has a bad reputation, Bruno would probably become more protective and would be closer to the child. I don't think there's much to say for that one, since its already overdone and is less interesting to me personally. Bruno staying would also allow him to bond with Mirabel, since they're both the family disappointments. Bruno could become the person Mirabel goes to when she needs someone to talk to, at first because everyone else is out working, but later because she knows he understands. This would also negatively affect Mirabel's relationship with Bruno's child, since they'd probably know that those two understand each other, but also they'd also probably be annoyed with it. After all, Mirabel already has two parents, why does she need to take Bruno as well?

Anyway, those are my thoughts on the papa Bruno au. You don't need to use or listen to any of them, but I thought I might as well give my perspective on it, since I'll be keeping up regardless.

I really like these ideas! Thank you, anon!

We’ll have to see which way the poll goes.

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto papa bruno 2.0 au

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nyantodamax145 · 5 months

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I JUST FINISHED THE STULTIFERA NAVIS STORY AND I HAVE THOUGHTS.

Let me preface this by saying that I am also part of the demographic of “EN Sucks at Reading”. Well, I can *read*, but I kind of suck at interpreting characters sometimes so bear with me and share your thoughts because I’m very bad at literary analysis and can only understand surface level themes without anyone to guide me but I’m trying my best

LOVED IT

And not JUST because my husband played a pivotal role in the event okay

Spoilers under the cut!

I haven’t played through Under Tides yet so I’m missing a teeny bit of context, but oh my god

Laurentina “waking up” and recovering her memories? Alphonso and Garcia doomed to sixty years alone aboard the Stultifera Navis and sailing her towards her slow decay? High Inquisitor Dario’s sacrifice and the light of his lantern refusing the burn out, JORDI being WAY MORE TALENTED THAN HE GIVES HIMSELF CREDIT FOR, STRAIGHT UP REPAIRING A LIGHTHOUSE AND A BOAT BASED ON OLD BLUEPRINTS AND FINDING THE STULTIFERA NAVIS AND SAVING ALL THREE HUNTERS AND IRENE AAAAA

Wait ok let me try to gather my thoughts cause there’s specific things I want to talk about.

Thiago being unwilling to let the Inquisition into his town because he still held a grudge against them ultimately led to his death. He wanted to puppet the Church of the Deep who had infiltrated Gran Faro into pushing the Inquisition out of the town, but was selfish; he wanted to have his cake and eat it too; he wanted to preserve Gran Faro and its legacy, but in the process he let the Seaborn fester and take over the whole place silently, while the Inquisition couldn’t do anything to help because he was simply a stubborn old man. It’s doubly ironic because as Carmen reveals, his Aegir wife was also a part of the Church of the Deep. I would like the theorize that his wife was the one who perpetrated the spread of the Nethersea Brand in Gran Faro, but that’s just headcanon.

Laurentina and Amaia. They’re connected to each other through the Seaborn Cells in their body, and the experiments Specter was put through, and in many ways you could consider Amaia “Specter’s” creator in a sense. Laurentina and Specter really are two different people, and we can see the moment Specter disappears and Laurentina wakes up. But even after Amaia “becomes one” with the Seaborn, Laurentina still calls the abomination by the name of “Amaia”, and I wonder if it’s due to a lingering sense of connection, if only in the sense that they are mortal enemies. It’s kind of like Laurentina knows that Amaia is still in there. Which, well she is, she became part of We Many.

I seem to have missed a critical piece of information regarding Skadi that was covered in Under Tides, so I’ll be skipping over that. Once the Under Tides record restoration comes around I know what I’ll be up to.

JORDI! MY GOD YOU DID SO WELL! Can you imagine piecing together incredibly complex technology only through luck, instinct, and some tattered, centuries old blueprints?! He says he’s an ordinary person but what kind of ordinary person can do all that?! He’s at the very least got incredible skill to interpret old blueprints, and make something as old as that lighthouse to work! Like AAAAAAA I’M PROUD OF YOU ALSO YOU NEED MANY BLANKETS AND SNUGGLES YOU HAVE SO MUCH TRAUMA.

Irene reporting to Dario’s lantern at the very end made me cry ok. She wanted her Maestro to know that she gave it her all, and although the conclusion wasn’t satisfactory she still accomplished a lot. It hurts to know that she had to find out through the very things she was fighting, the things she saw as abominations of sin. It’s like the refused to believe it until she saw Saint Carmen’s face and accepted it.

And the fact that the Stultifera was circling above an Aegir City the whole time… so close, yet so far. The Abyssal Hunters both succeeded and failed, and while they found “home”, they couldn’t return.

There’s… a lot. And I’m no good at literary analysis. I just point out things that I like…

It’s 11 pm, I’m tired, and I’m trying to process everything I just read.

#bad literary analysis #Nyan plays arknights #Arknights #Arknights Stultifera Navis #stultifera navis #nyan talks #man why did I ever take AP English if I’m no good at this #I mean I wasn’t good at AP English either #maybe someone smarter than me will help me figure some shoot out #long post

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Plum Blossoms and Snowflakes | Plum Blossom 4

Time: After recording the radio program

Aira: …Y-You’re repeating a year!?

Tatsumi: Is this true, Mayoi-san?

Mayoi: Yes, it is. My study credits are faring well, but it would seem that I’ve failed to participate in enough school events.

It was shocking to initially learn that I may have to repeat the year but I’ve come to realise that there’s some merits to it as well…

I’ve made peace with the situation now.

Aira: Huh..? How are you being so chill about this?

Isn’t repeating a year supposed to be super bad…?

Hiiro: …

Aira: Hiro-kun? Don’t just stand there, say something.

Hiiro: What does ‘repeating a year’ mean?

Aira: Aah…you’ve gotten so much better since we first met that I’d forgotten about your deficiency of common knowledge.

Hiiro: That’s right! I’m glad you remember an individual quirk of mine, Aira.

Aira: Don’t call your lack of common sense a quirk~!

Tatsumi: Repeating means to undergo another year of school without advancing to the next grade.

In Mayoi-san’s case, it means that he’ll forgo graduating and will spend another year as a senior.

Although, considering that he has done adequate school studies, his second run of the year would differ a little from the norm. He’d be devoting his focus to participating in school events, it would seem.

Hiiro: I see…so instead of being expelled, failing students can attend school for another year? That sounds like a great deal to me!

Aira: Hooow~? With all the components involved in these situations, it’s not always as great as you make it sound.

This is hard to say in front of Tattsun-senpai but repeating a year isn’t something you go and speak highly of, y’know?

Hiiro: Why not? I never experienced my first year of high school and skipped straight to second grade, so I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of repeating my third year?

Being classmates with you sounds like fun, Mayoi-senpai.

Aira: Ahh, you really don’t understand the severity of this…

Tattsun-senpai, what do you think?

Tatsumi: About Mayoi-san repeating a year? Hmm…

As I don’t understand how Yumenosaki Academy’s grading system works, I’d prefer to respect his judgement.

However, I’m concerned with how easily you’ve accepted the situation, Mayoi-san. Usually people would be more conflicted by the ordeal…

If you find yourself in need of help, please don’t hesitate to ask for it. We’ll assist you however we can.

Aira: Hmph…so that’s how you feel.

Well, I won’t butt in either then. This is a decision that Mayo-san has made on his own accord.

Aira: (...But still, is it really okay for things to play out like this?)

(There’s still time left, so there’s no need for him to give up so quickly.)

(Is it selfish of me to wish he’d try his best to graduate…?)

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Time: The next day, after school

Aira: (Aah, it’s freeezing! My hands have turned red from how cold they are.)

(The snowfall has been crazy.)

(But as cold as it was out there, getting to watch my senpais have a snowball fight was a big plus. My eyes were truly blessed~♪)

(Harukawa-senpai invited me to make snowmen of Branco with him, and I even got to take a pic of us together.)

(Turns out going outside does have its perks…♪)

(...Oh, there’s someone on the staircase landing…)

Shinobu: …

Aira: (Is he alright? He’s staring out of the window with a blank look…)

Hello, Sengoku-senpai~

Shinobu: Huh? Oh, it’s you, Aira-kun…

Aira: Is everything okay? It looks like you’re feeling down.

Shinobu: You could tell?

Aira: Yeah, you don’t seem like your usual self.

If there’s something troubling you, feel free to tell me. I’m here to save the day~

Just kidding, I probably can’t help in any substantial way.

But, I can lend you my ears! Hit me with your woes, or whatever it is you have on your mind!

Shinobu: …

…Right, you’re also in ALKALOID, so I should be able to talk about this with you.

Aira: ‘Also’ in ALKALOID…?

Shinobu: Yes, it’s about Mayoi-dono. I’m worried about him.

Aira-kun, have you heard about the problem with him graduating?

Aira: Oh…yes, I know about it.

He’s being weirdly positive about it, going on about how there’s some good to repeating and stuff.

Shinobu: …It’s my fault he’s so positive about it.

Aira: You think you’re the reason?

Shinobu: He told me so himself. If he graduates, I’ll be left on my own—

He says he doesn’t want to make me lonely, so he's going to repeat a year for the Ninja Club.

But…I don't want him to worry about that. I want him to graduate.

I’d hate for him to throw away a valuable year of his time for me.

I want to tell him all of this too, but I haven’t had the chance yet…

In the time I’ve been brooding over this, it seems like he's only grown more fixed on going down this path. I’m stuck, I don’t know what to do.

At this rate, he’ll end up repeating the year—all because of me. The idea of that is just awful.

Aira: I can’t believe it…if he’s that determined to repeat, then I don’t know what else we can say.

Mayoi: (Oh no, oh no no no…)

(I was curious to see what they were talking about and stopped to listen in, but now I’ve overheard the truth that Chief has been bottling up.)

(You’re not to blame at all, Chief! This is entirely my own fault…!)

(How utterly spineless I am…I’m sorry, Chief…)

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