#cowards for worrying about it as soon as she’s decided writing it doesn’t serve her plot agenda anymore really icks me right out

[brightwoods]

Does anyone else feel like almost all of the conflicts that had to do with the various character dynamics in Chain of Thorns didn’t actually get resolved, they just unexplainably ceased to exist after two books of building them up because CC didn’t feel like writing them anymore and she didn’t know how to resolve it naturally after how she’d built the issues up so much?

Like how none of the characters but Cordelia and Thomas had any clue about the Alastair and Charles situation and then suddenly in CoT it was like who doesn’t know? Of course Matthew knew and didn’t say anything before and then randomly brought it up to Cordelia in Paris while assuming she knew too

Or how Alastair and Thomas went from how things were at the end of CoI with Alastair thinking it could never work because Thomas’s friends hate him to oh look everyone suddenly is friends with Alastair with no grudge with no development of that in this book at all, just an abrupt shift

Especially the Alastair and Matthew dynamic where Matthew hated Alastair and wanted him to have nothing to do with any of their friends and he spent CoI ranting about him to Cordelia. And then suddenly in CoT it’s like of course Matthew is supportive of Thomas and Alastair and oh look Matthew and Alastair are suddenly not just tolerating each other for Thomas’s sake but friends despite barely interacting and no development actually showing and never getting any mention of the other in their own POVs, just having Cordelia be like Alastair stop being dumb, you’re literally friends with him now

Or like everyone other than Christopher and Grace where it was like oh we don’t like her for how she’s treated us and her friends straight to anyway she’s one of us. Like yes Grace was useful and yes Tatiana manipulated her whole life, but none of that was why anyone changed their minds or opinions? It was just suddenly the flip of a switch when it was convenient for CC

Or Anna and Ariadne where it didn’t so much develop as Anna just acted mean to Ariadne on and off throughout the series and at the end of CoI she wanted nothing to do with a relationship and then in CoT she was just suddenly like sure I guess I do. Also, slightly different note, but I did not like that Anna barely interacted with anyone else for the entire book and she was just off in the corner being an irrelevant romantic subplot for almost all of the book except when she showed up to barely even be shown in the background being sad about her brother being dead

(Although Anna still got more of a reaction than everyone else and his death was poorly executed all around in the sense of how did you write this so predictably and poorly that no one even knows when he died and it’s so background and 99% of the characters don’t care at all and we don’t see his parents finding out or much of Thomas’s reaction or anything and it’s just as if he wasn’t a character anymore 2 seconds later which is a different genre of issue with CoT but similar problem in the sense that both issues made the book feel a lot more emotionless to read)

And how the issues of Thomas and Alastair being together as two men and Anna and Ariadne being together as two women in this time and the issues of what would happen if the fact that Charles and Alastair were gay got out to the entire Clave just disappeared and never got addressed at all. We know how the ClVe reacted to Alec Lightwood YEARS later. We know society was homophobic at the time TLH is set and that it seems like shadowhunter society was a lot less open-minded than mundanes a century later

I understand that Charles being blackmailed and making shitty decisions was annoying but it was like suddenly everyone finding out wouldn’t have consequences and all the other queer men characters were like how could you possibly be worried about this :/ as if they haven’t spent the whole series knowing they have to be careful about who they tell. And then suddenly it was just of course it’s totally fine and safe to have everyone find out and why wouldn’t you be fine with that. And it was really written in a way that had other queer characters like oh Charles is such a coward for not being ready to publicly tell a bunch of homophobic people his sexuality and it just wasn’t it??? And super weird after Thomas was terrified of telling even Anna and Matthew for years. And also, I did not care for the fact that when Charles did go risk getting outed to finally do the right thing, we didn’t even get to see it through any character’s perspective or how that important meeting went, we just got one line of dialogue from somebody else saying that it happened with no details at all. And I can’t think of other examples right now but there were quite a few moments like that where we got one line saying that something had happened that was important to the plot and to characters’ development that seemed like it would have been more interesting than some of what we did get to see where it was just totally breezed over and way too easy and totally background to less important stuff

And then there was the whole no one reacting to Ariadne and Anna dancing together publicly thing was like yeah that’s nice I guess but not realistic and it doesn’t go with the way things have been presented up to that point, it also just feels like a situation where CC was like well this would be easier for me so there just won’t be consequences and then they can easily end up happily together

And then there was the whole Thomas and Alastair thinking they couldn’t realistically be together thing and knowing they couldn’t get married or be known to be together by anyone they’re not close to and then at the end it’s still not really addressed how they’re going to be together? Like there was the laziest write off of the family tree being wrong and then we still are just left to assume that eventually they move in together and suddenly it’s not a problem and everyone’s fine with it? And then I also feel like we don’t actually know if everyone found out about Alastair and Charles’ sexualities after the blackmail or if people are going to assume about Thomas and Alastair or if that’ll cause issues or if no one knows outside of who they’ve told and they have to be careful or what. Which like wouldn’t necessarily need to be addressed if it wasn’t for the logistics of being together as two men in that time being part of the obstacle that they were struggling with being in their way and then it felt like it was totally forgotten to even be one at the end by CC

Idk like I’d love to think they just lived in a world where homophobia didn’t exist but it felt like homophobia was a plot point when CC wanted it to be an inconvenience and then suddenly disappeared just to make her writing easier the moment she didn’t want it there anymore instead of actually addressing the plots she raised with it if that makes sense?

And sorry, I really did not mean to go on a rant this long. And maybe everyone else had a very different reading experience than I did and other people don’t agree with some or all of this. I personally am just very confused about how the book was almost 800 pages long and it felt like so much of the development in it was us abruptly being told that development had happened rather than actually getting to see it and how so many of the issues were abruptly solved in an I don’t want to write this issue anymore kind of way rather than anything actually needing to be worked at outside of the Belial situation

Edit: You know what, I mentioned it in my tags but I feel like it’s annoying enough to put in the body of the post and make it even longer. What the fuck was with everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else just so that characters could openly talk about the queer characters and tell them to do what they want them to? Why did Matthew out his brother multiple times? Like yes, the people he said it to coincidentally already knew, but he didn’t know that. And why was Thomas outing Alastair? The straights got to keep their secrets as long as they wanted and fix their problems more naturally. Why did I have to sit through queer characters constantly having their sexualities and romantic histories to everyone else when they clearly had not okayed it? Why were the queer characters doing so much of the outing? Why were people who cared about them and knew what it felt like to be afraid of the wrong person finding out just broadcasting their sexualities to make it easier for CC to breeze past development to have their things get resolved fast? Why did no character have an issue with it at all?

#As a queer person the whole using homophobia against her characters as plot just to pretend homophobia doesn’t exist and call her characters #cowards for worrying about it as soon as she’s decided writing it doesn’t serve her plot agenda anymore really icks me right out #Like yeah I’d love homophobia to not exist but girl what are you doing that’s so gross to go about it that way #ALSO everyone outing or potentially outing everyone else to other characters to make it easier to get the queer characters to do what she #wanted them to was a HORRIBLE vibe. Why is Matthew outing his brother? Why is Thomas outing Alastair? Why is everyone telling everyone else #people’s sexualities as if it’s nothing and everyone has a right to know when that character clearly did not feel that way #And it’s so out of nowhere every time too #Hot take: Charles protecting Alastair’s privacy instead of outing him was more valid than anything any of the other queer characters said #about Charles or Alastair’s sexualities even if I hate Charles and his going along with the blackmail was bullshit #Also now that I’ve written all of this down and 99% of what I wrote about in here has to do with the canon queer characters that’s not #a great look either that she did breeze over some of the stuff with the other characters for sure but she was way more likely to skip depth #and development with the queer characters in CoT #CC said no slow burn gradual changes in this book… there’s only room for abrupt 180s and Cordelia running 🏃‍♀️ #Sorry if this has weird typos and other mistakes in it. I typed on my phone and didn’t check for autocorrect nonsense and I’m too lazy to #reread this all rn at my current brainpower level #CoT #Chain of Thorns spoilers #Chain of Thorns #The Last Hours #The Shadowhunter Chronicles #Cassandra Clare #My Posts

[levisgirll]

hi mina! i'm back again to make a request for you because you write so wonderfully i can't-! it's okay if you don't want to write it tho :D

may i ask for some prince jean headcanons/scenario? maybe something like the reader is his maid or modist, and he's kinda in love :D (this is just an idea, feel free to modify, i trust in your magical writing skills!)

sorry for this messy request and thanks! take breaks and care sweetie <3

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 (𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐔)

text: omg HII ANTI <3 I’m glad ur back with another request and I would happily write this for you cutie c; thank you for also finding my work nice ahh this really makes me happy that someone out there likes my writing and ideas djkjsk 🥺❤️❤️ okay but this is such a cute idea- its my first time writing a royal au so i hope it turned out okay and u liked it :,) make sure to also take care of yourself too bae 😌✨ okay I decided to make the reader a strong willed bodyguard instead of a maid cause I had some ideas for that instead so I hope that's alright 😭

synopsis: y/n has started to work for the kirstein royal family and due to their many great skills, abilities, attention to detail, and great self defense training, y/n was hired and trusted to be prince jean’s personal bodyguard! They have always admired prince jean and how handsome he is, later did they know not only y/n is developing feelings for jean but so does he, and he falls in love with y/n instantly! Although, something happens along the way....

fluff, lil bit mention of blood/knife, royal au ♡ —

Erwin has hired you to join the Kirstein royal family army, after two years training to be a solider to defend the country against the Jaegerists which were a rebel faction that wanted Eren to be the next king instead and to create a ‘New Jaeger Empire’. Also, wanting to protect the prince, which was one of your goals. You really admired prince Jean of how affectionate, kind, honest, and straightforward he is, you wanted to stay and be loyal to him.

Everything changes though when you graduated from the military training with your friends Connie and Sasha. Erwin had suddenly made you prince Jean’s personal bodyguard. “With your great skills y/n, and how loyal and strong you are, I think you will be a perfect choice to have the role as his personal bodyguard!”

You stood there, shocked, and your eyes were wide open. “M-Me Commander?....Of course! I would be honored to!” You will finally see jean, and be by his side! The thought of that would make your cheeks go red...it’s cause you are loyal to him right?

Erwin escorted you and took you to Prince jean who you spotted was sitting on the dinner table hall. “Erwin...! Huh? Who’s that?” Jean was quick to notice your presence, and he was quite taken aback with your presence.

“Your new personal bodyguard Prince Jean. With how bad the situation is going, you never know who will come and attack you. So, Y/N here is going to be by your side and make sure they protect you. If you also ever need anything, you can ask Y/N.” Erwin patted on your back and you went forward and saluted to Jean. “A-At your service Prince Jean!”

“O-Oh...alright then, whatever.” He got up and walked past you both, leaving the dinning hall, you could have sworn you saw his cheeks went a bit red. “He is usually like this at the beginning, but he seems to like you!”

As the days passed, you and Prince Jean actually got along pretty well which made your bond stronger. He seemed to be the kind of person who wouldn't care from the outside, but you realized he cared about everyone and when it came to you...he would always ask if you are doing well. Things seemed to be fine at the moment, for now.

“Young master! You have a meeting with the chairman at Trost District soon.” You said as you were next to Jean, catching up with his pace. “Okay, let's get going then!” He gave you a grin which made you blush, as the both of you approached the carriage, he went ahead and opened the door for you! “Well, are you getting in or not?” You felt all eyes on you, and heard some gasps. ‘It should be the other way around!’ you thought as you got inside while feeling so embarrassed.

You were both alone sitting down in the carriage and you could feel Jean’s eyes all over you, “Young mas-” you were stunned when he held your hands and you looked at his eyes that was searching your gaze. “Don't call me that when we are alone....Didn’t I tell you that?” You couldn't hold it, you were a blushing mess now!

“Okay...J-Jean, why did you do that? People will get the wrong idea..” Lately, Jean has been very affectionate towards you, although you had to admit you had a crush on him, but you could never say that to him.

“So? Y/N...I don't care what others think about us, I care about what you think instead.” He started to caress your hands while still looking at your eyes, “M-Me?” He nodded, waiting for your answer but you pushed away gently and looked away. “Well, it’s my duty...to protect you and serve you.” You tried to change the subject while still looking outside the window, but....you noticed something off? Where is this carriage heading too?

“No! Y/N that’s not it...I meant I...” He came closer to you, too close to your face while he was blushing madly, you touched his chest to try and push him back a bit, and you felt his heart beat like crazy. Is he...nervous?

“Jean. Not now I-” As you tried to finish what you were trying to say, the carriage stopped suddenly which made you and Jean fall. “What the hell?” He yelled out and looked at you immediately, full of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Young master stay inside!” Before he could stop you, you open the carriage door and stepped out, while shutting it tight. You brought your sword out and examined the area and situation. ‘The carriage man is gone...we are in the woods...and I sense someone, but who?!’

“Come out, whoever you are...or perhaps you are a Jaegerist?” As soon as you said that, a sword was seen to be thrown out at you and you quickly stopped it by slashing it to hit on the other direction with your long strong sword.

“Hmph, you seem to be smart.” You head turned quick to the direction where you heard the voice. You saw a middle aged man with a tousled auburn hair “And? Who the fuck is asking?” You pointed your sword at him with a stoic expression, showing him no fear. “It’s Floch, and if you could do me a favor how about you just leave and let me deal with the Prince okay?”

You let out a chuckle, then gave him a death glare. “Make me.”

“Fuck, you are stubborn, let me just finish you off!! Don't you get it? This crappy prince doesn't deserve to be the next king to rule us!! It should be Eren!” He yelled out and brought out a knife and charged at you, you put your sword away and decide to do hand-to-hand combat on him. You took your stance and when he was near you, Y/N pushed the knife down and then quickly did the grappling technique, which took him down completely.

“Young Master! Call the headquarters for backup, we were tricked and put in a trap!” You said as you were trying to hold on to Floch, not letting him escape. “O-On it!”

“It’s quiet....too quiet no way this guy came alon-” You looked up and you saw someone charging at you with their sword, she was fast and you quickly got up and brought your sword to stop her attack for defense.

‘F-Fuck...that was close.’ You backed away and looked at the carriage, ‘He needs to be safe...’  you wondered and started to worry.

“About fucking time Mikasa!” Floch shouted out as he rubbed his hands which you held on tightly earlier. “Wait...I know you! Ackerman right? It's a privilege to meet you.” Mikasa Ackerman, she was one of the Ackerman that stood behind and did not serve the Kirstein royal family, but instead stood by Eren’s side and believed in him.

“And your Y/N, the strong bodyguard. Please step aside.” She sounded very serious and looked strong. The rumors were true, she did neglect the royal family and went with the Jaegerists rebel group.

‘Ha...who would have known this mission would be a complete disaster!’ You thought and as you were preparing to attack, until Jean came out of the carriage with his sword and pointed at them. “Don't Hurt Y/N!!”

Your eyes widened as you turned your head to look at him. “Young Master! What the hell are you doing? Don’t come out and run away!”

“B-But...” Jean stuttered and looked at you, he did not want to leave you behind and run like a coward, leaving behind....the most important person to him that he cared about the most. “No! I promised to protect you, so ru-” Being distracted by Jean, everything now seem to have stopped for you and there was a pitch silence. You looked in front of you and felt what seemed like a dagger stabbed towards your side waist, blood was dripping and the one who stabbed you was Floch!

“Floch...! Why?! That was not part of the plan!” Mikasa yelled out, and what seemed to be shocked by his action. Everything was going too quickly for you, you placed your hand on his shoulder and shoved him away which made him fall back. You gripped your waist and yelled out, “I-If it’s meant to protect the Prince...Then come at me!”

You heard lot’s of horses approaching and you finally spotted Erwin’s squad who finally came for backup. You noticed Levi by Erwin’s side and as soon as he saw you bleeding, he got provoked and got off from his horse and charged at Mikasa. “An Ackerman with an Ackerman, Hm? Traitor, let me deal with you.”

You let out a sigh, now knowing the Prince is safe and Levi and Erwin’s squad was here to help you guys out. Jean ran towards you and held on to you as you fell down on your knees “Y-Y/N!!”

“Why....Why didn’t you run away?” You said softly and trying to stay conscious, Jean quickly placed his hand on your cheek while the other arm was used to hold your body, “Cause I care about you Damnit!”

You gave him a weak smile and held on his hand that was placed on your cheek, “Did I do...my best to serve you?” Was all you could say and you slowly passed out due to the blood loss you had and you heard Jean's voice drifted slowly.

After a couple of hours have passed, you woke up what seemed to be in a hospital, and you were wrapped around bandages. You moved a bit which made you wince at the pain from your side abdomen.

“Don’t move around! You are still injured and you haven’t healed yet.” A girl with long beautiful blonde hair said, full of concern in her tone as she came closer to you and checked up on you. Her large blue eyes were examining your injury to see if the wound was closed up. “A-And you are?”

“I’m Historia! A nurse who is looking after you. Doctor Hanji told me to stay by your side until you wake up.” She said with a big smile and she looked like an angel to you.

“W-Where is the Prince! Is he okay?!” You said all worried and started to panic. “Haha, Don't worry! He is fine, thanks to you protecting him! He told me to notify him when you wake up but I think you need to rest a bit longer.”

You let out a sigh, ‘At least he is fine...but I want to see him.’ You wondered and looked outside the window to let your thoughts run around your mind as you slowly closed your eyes to rest.

“Y/N...Hey Y/N wake up.” You felt a rub against your shoulders and you opened your eyes to see Prince Jean looking down at you with a relief escaping his mouth. “I’m glad you are looking fine, but are you doing okay?”

You slowly got up which Jean held on your arm for support, “Y-Yea, thanks for stopping by...Jean.” You were blushing at how he suddenly started to caress your arm, then up your shoulders. He went in closer and gave you a tight hug around your shoulders. “Damn it! I thought I was gonna lose you today, that’s it...I'm not backing away with this anymore.” He pulled back, and was looking at your face. “J-Jean...What do you mea-”

“Y/N, I love you. I loved you ever since I first saw you coming and you were always by my side, but in a way that made me feel calm, good and I felt your warmth all the time it would make me fall for you even more everyday...Being with you feels right to me!” He stopped talking and looked away, he was clearly embarrassed on what he just said, the prince was confessing to you and he was finally saying that he was falling in love with you!

You were shocked, was he actually saying this all? Was the Prince actually confessing to you? You couldn't help yourself but smile to what he said and you finally held his hands, “I...I feel the same way too!” You let out now a big smile and tears started to form on your eyes, you felt so happy and so did he.

He looked behind to make sure the door was closed and then looked back at you who was now approaching your face closely and he started to give you a passionate kiss, you held on his hands while he was holding your face, lifting it up and he kept on kissing you. The night had a nice cold breeze and the window was slightly open which made the wind come in and that made your hair flow slowly as you both continued to kiss slowly and gently.

Jean pulled back and you both were breathing heavily, by the looks of it, you could tell you were Jean’s first kiss. He wanted to kiss you again and again, “I’m now love sick cause of you.”

The night went out so peacefully and you both enjoyed each others company while holding hands and caressing each others cheeks when talking about various topics and he went on explaining how brave and strong you were today when you stood up and fought against Floch and Mikasa. He found your confidence very attractive. He felt like a lucky man to have you by his side and he promised you that after he becomes king he would make you his.

𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬 : Usually in the evenings, he would sneak into your place because he begged that he wanted to see you and stay at your place for a couple of hours to cuddle and kiss you. It was his favorite place in the world cause it was just y/n and him, alone. “Okay Jean, you have to go now!” You said blushing at how clingy Jean was towards you, hugging your waist. “Please just another 5 minutes babe, besides come on it’s just you and me tonight.” Jean would say playfully while he would give you a soft kiss on your scar that was on your waist ♥

okay but this was a really fun royal au I wrote up and I'm kinda glad how the first time I'm writing it went well! thanks anti for the request again and I hope you liked it <3 and if anyone else did please then leave a like or a reblog! it would mean a lot c:

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[letsloveimagines]

Title: Forever

Pairing: Corpse Husband x female!reader

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: How about one where Corpse proposes? With flowers and everything! Like he went out of his comfort zone to propose to you in public because he felt like you deserved it!

Word Count: 2225

Warnings: luff and some swearing

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.

                                                           ♦⋅☆⋅♦

The little black box, with that important thing hidden inside, weighed in the pocket of his dark jeans as he headed for her condo. Corpse's breathing was fast, his hands were shaking immensely, and his heart was beating fast, so fast that it seemed to want to escape his chest.

He strode, always faster than anyone, avoiding people who came in the opposite direction as far away as possible. The further away the better.

Swallowing hard feeling a lump in his throat, Corpse looked at the sky, which at that moment was a sea of red, orange and yellow, indicating that it would not be long before dark and for the moon to replace the sun.

Grabbing his phone and watching the time, he quickened his pace even more, playing with the rings on his long fingers and feeling his back cold with the nervous sweat.

He was ready, however, and he was sure that Y/N was the one. Since that day they met at the small cafe, he knew she was his forever. That day Corpse had risked going out for the first time in a very long time, trying to win even though he knew he would never really be able, at least not as he almost did now with her. That red-haired employee looked at him bored - certainly tired and dissatisfied with his own life, but who wasn’t? - his deep voice stuttering nervously as he tried to place the order. He succeeded there, and the minutes that it took the employee to complete it were truly terrifying. He said a small thank you, handed over the money, and in the moment he took the cup his hands were shaking so much that he thought he was going to drop it. Everyone was looking at him, Corpse was able to feel their gaze and there was nothing he wanted to do but disappear from there. But then an angel came up to him, gently touched his hands assuring him that everything was fine, and offering him a big, beautiful smile that made him dreamy for the rest of the day. Cliché he had the notion of that, but so incredibly good that remembering it makes him feel butterflies in his belly.

The memory was long enough to reach its destination, and the nerves tripled at the moment he saw the condominium of white and brown buildings. He was quick to send a message to let her know that he was already there, and it didn't take long to receive one in exchange of her saying she was going down as fast as she could.

Corpse took a deep breath, leaning against the wall with the white paint a little chipped and in need of a new coat of paint, and reached into his pocket feeling the velvet box stroking his fingerprints. It was still there, safe and heavy with all hopes for a bright future.

"Hey, love." Y/N’s sweet voice sounded nearby, along with the sound of her elegant footsteps.

"Hey, babe.." Corpse greeted pulling the mask away slightly - he couldn't get out without it, even on that very important day - and kissed his girlfriend's black-colored lips (she started to like seeing herself in black since they were together). It was a gentle kiss but full of longing and security, and especially full love. Her lips tasted like blackberries, which he loved, and the black lipstick helped to highlight the beautiful features of her face that only left him even more enchanted. How he was lucky enough to have someone so wonderful in his shitty life? This was something that Corpse questioned every day…

Y/N's eyes were bright when they pulled away and she smiled sweetly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I missed you."

"As did I, baby. Where do you want to go?"

"I thought it would be good for us to take a little walk."

"Are you sure? We can stay home if you want to, or if you don’t feel comfortable." Oh, how he loved her. Y/N was so understanding and attentive, and if she was another girl, she would have left his sorry ass a long time ago. And yes, Corpse was uncomfortable being on the outside, in plain sight, but it was something he wanted to do for her.

"I'm sure, let's go. It will be dark soon."

Y/N was quick to get to his left side, interlacing their fingers when they joined hands, Corpse's bigger hand practically swallowing hers.

Without further ado they began to walk calmly, Corpse remembering to slow down knowing that it would be difficult for his girlfriend to keep up with his hurried pace.

"I was thinking that we could go to dinner at that restaurant that you like." He informed her. It was a small and quiet restaurant, and they had been there before. It had gone well and without any problem. That was how he wanted it that night.

"Sure, I'd love it as long as it's okay with you." Y/N looked at him again with an uncertain look.

Corpse stroked her small hand. "I'll be fine as long as I'm with you."

The pink tone on her cheeks and the passionate smile with which she presented him made it all worthwhile.

On the way to the restaurant they talked about their days. Y/N told him how it had been a little busy day (she was a graphic designer) and she had already finished the cover of a fantasy book, and given it to the writer when he decided he wanted to change something at the last minute. She managed to do so, but not without feeling that she would tear her hair out in frustration. Corpse pulled her closer to him and assured her that everything was fine, that she was great at what she did and that better days would come.

He was telling her about the two-hour stream playing with the friends he had made, and the music he was writing, when they finally arrived.

They went in, asked for a table further away and without much trouble went to sit in their seats, with the menu on the wooden table waiting for them. There was no need to look though, whenever they went there they asked for the same thing, so that's what they did. She ordered spaghetti bolognese and for him just a vegetable soup with chicken. To accompany, they ordered a small bottle of wine. Corpse's left leg swung quickly, while discreetly touching his pocket.

"Is everything alright, baby?" She asked at the same time that the food was being served.

"Yes, don't worry."

Y/N didn’t stop looking at him with concern, but she did not insist. While they ate they were talking about nothing and everything, enjoying the feeling of being in public in what had been a long time. The restaurant was almost empty, with just another couple at a distant table with their backs to them, which made him more comfortable. It was small with the floor, tables and chairs all in wood, with brick walls with a rustic effect, and small iron lamps lighting the place almost lovingly.

Time passed and Corpse's nervousness only grew. They ate and drank wine, enjoyed dessert, and were happy and smiling.

Corpse was helping Y/N to put on the black leather jacket - her outfit consisted of comfortable shoes, red pants and a cute black tank top, as well as the delicate shamrock necklace he had given her on their one year anniversary -, when she questioned him curiously. "We are going home now?

"Let's go out for a little while." The beautiful girl's surprised look did not escape him, even he was surprised that he was succeeding to do that.

They left the restaurant after paying and ventured into the city, holding hands and full of soft words. Every now and then, Y/N would lift his hand to her lips and give a small kiss on the skin full of protruding veins.

The stars shone in the middle of the night, the moon was full and round, high and illuminating the path to the park. There were wooden benches every few meters, tall street lamps peeking out near the trees and the round lake by the children's swing. Y/N used to go there in her childhood.

They sat on the grass by the lake, their feet immersed in the cold water that reflected the moon. They were silent for a moment, completely at peace watching the couple of swans swimming nearby, gently cutting the water and with their long white necks almost intertwined.

It was now. Now was the moment.

"Y / N…"

"Yes, Corpse?" She looked at him with the stars shining in her eyes, and leaving him speechless.

Corpse’s heart sped up, blood pounded in his ears and his hands trembled when he opened his coat and removed the flower he had protected in the inner pocket. The black rose was in perfect condition, sparkling with the small silver particles that embellished the petals.

He handed it over to Y/N, who accepted her happily with a smile almost as big as his love for her.

"Oh, babe, it's beautiful! Thank you so much."

He smiled shyly, with extremely sweaty palms, and watched as the girl in front of him admired the flower, without knowing that she was also being admired by him.

"I do not deserve you." He said at last, immediately regretting it seeing her smile fading.

"What are you saying?"

"I-"

"Babe, you’re really scaring me right now. What's going on?" Y/N's gentle hands came to his face, taking off his mask (which was fine by him because he trusted her absurdly, and they were alone), and caressed the skin of his cheeks with concern.

"Let me talk before I turn myself into a coward once again. I don't deserve you, I have a full sense of that, you're too good for me and kinder than anyone will ever be. I'm not a religious person, my life didn't allow me to be , but since we’re together I pray every day that you would not wake up one day, and realize that it’s not me who you want by your side."

"It will never happen, you are everything I ever wanted." She whispered.

"I am not... but you are what I always desired." He smiled. "You take my problems when you shouldn't, you help me and you take care of me. I can talk to you about everything because I know my secrets with you are safe. You support me when I doubt myself, and you do it all without asking for anything in return. "

"I just want your love."

Corpse kissed her, feeling the soft brush of her lips against his. Just a simple kiss from her was enough to calm him down for good. "You already have it." He assured her, then touched the velvet box and took it out of his pocket. Y/N's shocked sigh filled the air, and she raised her hands to her mouth. "And I know that I will never be enough, that I will never be good enough... But I will try. From sunrise to bedtime I swear to love you and try to make you happy every day. And if one day I don't, I know that I wasted the best thing I have in my fucking life... "

The tears overflowed from her eyes, sliding down her face in rivers of happiness. "Corpse…"

Corpse opened the box showing her what he had been hiding for several months. It was a simple ring - too simple for her in the boy's opinion, but that was how she liked it - made of silver with an oval diamond in the middle, flanked by two smaller ones in square shape, and many smaller ones around it, embellishing the circle.

"Y/N…" He sighed deeply, more sure than ever in his life, even though trying to control his anxiety. "Do you want to marry me?"

The girl threw herself at him, hugging him tightly and crying in his chest. "Yes, yes! Of course I do! Of course I want to marry you."

He laughed happily and deeply, smiling so much that he thought the corners of his lips must reach his ears. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her perfume and murmuring how much he loved her... But mainly thanking her for loving him.

After a few minutes of laughter and sobbing, Y / N walked away with red, wet cheeks and slightly swollen eyes, but looking more beautiful than ever.

"How long…?"

"Much too long." Gently he took her hand and stuck the engagement ring on her left ring finger, where it glowed as if it belonged there. "I should have done this a long time ago."

"It's beautiful." Y/N said in admiration. "I love you."

"Not more than I love you."

They shared another kiss, this one longer than the others, and left their foreheads gently touching each other, with their eyes closed and wanting to record the moment forever in their memory.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"I’m the one who should be thanking you…"

"I knew you were forever. I've known it since that day at the cafe."

"Yes…" Y/N agreed. "Forever."

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[diofasolia]

{Always}

{Shattered! Dream x Reader}

Shattered! Dream by @shattereddreamsau

Writings by me

Today (8/7) is Shattered! Dream's birthday and I decided to post a writing I did last year—which is also the reason why I eventually join in the tumblr

Because back when I wrote this story, I found Dark Cream comic, which made by amazing @zu-is-here

Her creations give me the inspiration for the writing

The story is long (it has like 2000 words in it) and may be a bit cheesy, but I'll be happy to know if you read the whole thing (◡ ω ◡)

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Before the story start, I want to ask you a question.

   Do you believe that the worst person can change?

   Oh! How awkward, sorry, I ask the wrong question.

   What I meant to ask is—

   Do you believe that the best person, the kindest person in the world can change?

   Maybe…all it needs is a tiny push?

   The harsh whipping hits in my abdomen again. I kneel on the ground, thinking how deep the scar might be from that blow.

   "What're you doing!? Look at your king when I'm talking to you! Such a piece of useless trash!!"

   "I apologized, My Lord."

   Raising my bruised neck, I gaze at the former guardian of positivity. Those eyes that used to hold the tenderness, now only fill up with hatred.

   "Where're those fricking basters!? I told you to track down my brother and other Sanses!"

   "I'm sorry, My Lord. They escaped. I can't find where their location is–"

   Not even waiting for my sentence finished, another powerful punch land on my face. I watch as a tooth fall out of my mouth. Blood dripping down my chin.

   "Worthless! Can't even do a little task like that!"

   Multiple kicks and insults throw at me. The numb feeling slowly occurs in my torso as I curling up into a ball.

   Closing my eyes, the memories from the past arises in my mind, bringing me back to the day that I seal my fate.

   "Dream? Earth to Dream!"

   "(Y/N)? What's wrong, love?"

   "What's wrong? I've called your name for five times! But you didn't answer to me."

   Dream scratches the back of his skull, looking a bit embarrassed.

   "Is that so? I'm sorry, (Y/N)! It won't happen again, I swear!"

   I cuddle Dream close, letting out a giggle.

   "It's fine! I don't really mind it. But Dream, you tend to space out recently. Is there something on your mind? You can tell me everything, you know that, right?"

   Giving me a kiss on the cheek, Dream smiles gently. He assures me that there's nothing to worry about. It’s just the task of guardian makes him a little exhausted.

   "Well, if that's the case, go on and get some rest! I will inform you if something was up."

   "Okay! Thanks, (Y/N), I'm glad I have you by my side."

   "Me too, my dreams and hopes."

   It's been quiet in Dream's room. He must be very tired. I knock on his bedroom door, telling him to wake up.

   "Dream, I know you're tired. But you still need to eat."

   "Dream? Are you awake yet?"

   There's no answer.

   Guess I’ll have to get into his room.

   Yet no one is there, only an opening portal hanging in the air.

   A portal leads to Dream's corrupted universe.

   "I'll show you, brother. I know what you're feeling…I know what you're going through…"

   "No! Dream, stop!! You don't know what you're doing!!"

    Two vague voices shouting in the distance. I begin to run like my life is in danger.

    What the heck is going on here?

    What is this dreadful feeling?!

   I'm too slow.

    The half bitten black apple lay on the ground. I watch in horror as the small tendrils creeping out Dream's eye sockets. His painful screech rings in my ears.

   "Dream!!!"

    I reach out to him, hoping that I can comfort Dream in my arms. The positive energy…they gotta do something, right?

   "What…? Nightmare! Let go of me!! I need to…to get Dream!!"

   "No! You can't get near him now, (Y/N)! You'll…you'll get hurt!"

    I thrash in Nightmare's hold, screaming at the top of my lungs.

   "Dream!! No! Dream!!!"

   "What's wrong, love?"

   My teary eyes stare up, it's…Dream's voice.

   But it sends an unknown coldness down my spine.

   "Ahh, you're crying! Good, keep doing that."

   A sadistic grin spreads on Dream's face.

   "I love it."

   Nightmare is already sobbing, begging for his beloved brother to come back. I walk step by step to Dream, putting on the best smile I can muster.

   "My love…Dream…please, come back to me…! I love you. I know you're strong enough to resist those negative feelings…"

   Dream cackles loudly. The tentacles wrap tightly around my neck, pulling me closer to him.

   "Go back? To my weak self? (Y/N), when did you become stupid? Why would I do that?"

   "I've already past the point of no return."

   A bucket of freezing water splashes on me. I must have passed out during the abusing session.

   "Wake up."

   "Get clean up, we're leaving."

   I pick up my sore body, stumbling across the lonely hall that me and Dream live in. There's no one here except the two of us.

   "Make a choice, (Y/N). Will you join me? Or will you prefer to disobey me like my coward brother?"

   "I'll go with you."

   I want to weep, yet I can’t even shed a single tear. I shouldn't be upset. After all, it's me who decided to follow my corrupted lover.

   Filling up the bathtub, I submerge myself in the steamy water.

   "Why, (Y/N)!? Why are you side with him!? Open your eyes! Dream doesn't love you anymore. He's just using you!"

    "It doesn't matter, Nightmare."

   "Great job, (Y/N)! You make this AU full of despair and miseries! I always know you're my favorite soldier!"

   "It's my pleasure to serve you, my lord."

   I scrub my blood-stained skin, the wounds sting because of the soapy water. Some of the old gash reopened, making me yell in frustration.

   "We can save Dream! Don't lose any hope, (Y/N)!"

   "How? There are barely things we can do. It's over, Nightmare. Look at yourself! You transfer back because Dream shattered! How are you gonna turn him back? By let someone else eats a black apple again?!"

   The white dirty bandages wrap around my mess up torso. Why am I even bother treating my injures? They sure are going to reopen soon anyway.

   "No matter what you say to me, I won't change the path I've chosen, Nightmare."

   "I've already gone far enough."

   "I don't understand…he's hurting you, (Y/N). Are you still…in love with my brother?"

   I hate it so much.

   The smell won't disappear no matter how many times I wash it over and over.

   I hate it.

   My hair smells like those disgusting goop on Dream.

   Why can't I get rid of this sickening stink!?!

   Throwing the bottles at random direction, I tug my hair till I scream out.

   "What's with all that noises in there!? You better finish your business soon, I'm losing my patience!"

   I hate it.

   "I deeply apologize for making you wait for such a long time, my lord."

   I wish I can understand your pain sooner.

   "Whatever, time to leave."

   I'm sorry I couldn't save you.

   "My lord, where are we going, may I ask?"

   Dream's left eye glows in excitement.

   "I find out where those sneaky scums are hiding."

   With a wave of hand, Dream opens the portal leads to an unknown empty place.

   No one is left out.

   Nightmare, Ink, Blue, everyone's here.

   "And I'm going to give them a pleasant encounter."

   But today is a little different.

   Then all hell breaks out.

   Nightmare's starting to transform. The dark gooey substance covering up his body gradually.

   The same routine as usual. Nightmare pleads Dream to stop his actions while the former guardian of positivity just laugh it off, a bit talks here and there.

   "Miss me, dear brother?"

    The crazy laughter of Dream rings in the air.

   "Yes! Finally, things are getting interesting!"

   While Dream focusing on battling with Nightmare, I have to handle the two other skeletons.

   "I know deep down you don't want to fight us, (Y/N)! Let's just drop our weapons, okay?"

   Ink creates a bunch of arrows, ready to launch them at Dream. I block his charge immediately, slashing Ink's arm with my sword.

   My silence is always my only answer.

   "No one's going to get near Dream."

   I continue to attack Blue. We've already been through this conversation many times.

   "How…how's this possible?!"

   Dream can only defense himself from Nightmare as the latter one keeps on firing attacks. It looks like Nightmare gets more advantage of the battle.

   "Seems like you can't control your tentacles very well yet, little bro."

    Nightmare mocks, resulting Dream to lose his temper. He strikes at Nightmare blindly, only to receive a powerful blow in the guts.

   "Dream!!"

   I rush to Dream, who’s looking more exhausted than usual. From the way how he’s panting heavily, I know he's already losing too much strength to fight.

   "Get away from me! I don't need your help!!"

   The attack is sloppy but I didn't dodge it. Dream can beat me all he wants after I get him to safety.

   Even if it means I can possibly die.

   "My lord, I apologize, but we have to move to another universe again."

   Dream growls at me.

   "It's you who are dragging me down!!"

   They're still following us.

   I'm whacking to the ground in a flash. A heavy boot stamps on my ribs harshly.

   The nasty cracking sound and my piercing shirek fills in the air.

   "You're no longer useful to me."

    I watch as Dream disappears in a portal. He doesn't even spare a glance at me. Leaving me bleeding and slowly dying on the ground.

   "I've told you."

    Nightmare's lurking shadow towers above me.

   "Oh no, Ink! We must save (Y/N)! She's…!"

     Ink put a hand on Blue's shoulder, shaking his head solemnly.

   "We can't, Blue. Remember, our priority is to capture Dream."

   "Please, Night…"

     I find myself pleading to Nightmare.

   "Don't…kill Dream…"

   "You and I both know that's an empty promise, (Y/N)."

   Three skeletons begins to move towards the portal that opens by Ink. Before they leave, Nightmare whispers in a quiet voice but loud enough for me to catch.

   "…he's in Dreamtale."

   How much will you sacrifice for protecting your fallen love?

   "You really are dumb. You know that?"

   "Or you're just enjoy me breaking you apart bit by bit?"

   "Don't you scare of your own nightmares?"

   "I deserve it."

   "I'm already living with it."

   "You will always be my fading dreams."

   "It's my own redemption."

   "Surrender now, Dream. Then we can put an end to this whole mess."

   My time is running out.

    "Heh, I thought you know me well, dear brother. You should get the answer by yourself now."

   "…goodbye, my poor little brother.

   I pray to you, God. Let me see him one last time.

   I can't save him the last time.

    It's always a miracle how accurate the portal can lead to.

   "(Y…Y/N)?"

   This time, I'm going to save Dream.

   There's no pain anymore.

   "…at least…you……say my…name……one…last……time…"

   Crimson blood drips down my penetrated torso. I think I see Dream's crying. But that might be just my own tears.

   Forgive me, Dream.

   My collapsing body falls forward, landing on the soft grass surface before me.

(3rd pov)

   "Nightmare, I need your assistance."

   "I thought we're enemies now."

    "There's a method I want to try. It might succeed to bring Dream back."

   "Well, I'm here to listen."

   "She's just a tool."

   "Nothing else."

    "Because I know him well. The extreme emotion is the only possible way to get things right again."

   Dream mutters to himself like a broken recorder. Staring the wrecking body of yours, his non-existent heart begins to hurt.

    "I refuse! That's too dangerous! You surely will be dead in this terrible plan! Besides, how can you so sure he'll behave like you predict!?"

    "It's worth it. I'm doing this for the whole alternate universes, and him."

    "But…you…"

    "Wake up! I demand you to wake up now! (Y/N)!!"

    "It's not…worth for your own life."

    "Don't pity me. Pity for the one who can't help himself in his own nightmare."

    "Wake up."

   "Don't leave me…alone, (Y/N)…please…my love…"

   Ahh, it must be the time when he transfers into this horrible creature.

   Nightmare, who’s now in his uncorrupted form, widening his eyes.

   "…congratulations, (Y/N). Your suicidal plan…works."

   Dream doesn't recall when’s the last time he breaks down.

    No one dare to speak a word, except Dream drowning in his own pitiful cries.

     "Always."

     "I don't understand…he's hurting you, (Y/N). Are you still…in love with my brother?"

   You look at Nightmare with a smile, replying to him like it's the only correct answer in your mind.

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[jammatown919]

Hanahaki

Not connected to other one-shots Pre-relationship TW: Blood and (kind of) vomit

Content: Amity thought she could handle it when she found herself in love, but then she began coughing up flowers.

It hadn't been a big deal at first. Being in love with her newfound best friend sucked, sure, but Amity was certain she'd be over it eventually. After a few weeks, she began to have frequent coughing fits, often spitting up blood toward the end, but even then she told herself she was just coming down with something. She'd always known she was at higher risk for Hanahaki; every Blight generation had seen at least one case, with Amity's own older brother being one of them, but she still couldn't bring herself to accept the fact that she'd developed it over Luz.

When she coughed up the first flower, a tiny blue forget-me-not, she could no longer sit in denial. Amity Blight had developed Hanahaki, and now she had to do something about it. Her first instinct was to tell her parents, but she immediately pushed that option off the table. Her parents had forced Edric into surgery for his Hanahaki, which had admittedly cured the disease, but at the cost of the love that had caused it. Stubborn and silly as it sounded, Amity would sooner die than willingly give up something that made her feel so alive. Of course, she would still prefer to avoid death, so that left only one option. She had a few weeks, maybe more, maybe less, to tell Luz and hope that her feelings were returned. Until then, she had to hide all symptoms from her family to avoid suspicion.

That worked really well for about three days. Amity had been doing a pretty decent job of pretending to have a cold to excuse her coughing, as well as disposing of the flowers and bloody tissues in a quick and discrete manner, but there wasn't really a way to hide coughing up an entire cluster of forget-me-nots, stem and all, at the breakfast table.

"That cold's not letting up," Emira remarked the moment Amity began to cough. "Maybe you should stay home today."

Amity tried to respond, but she could hardly get a breath in before the awful hacking stole the air from her lungs again. She felt something rising in her throat and slapped her hand over her mouth to catch the flower.

"Mittens?" Edric asked after about thirty consecutive seconds of coughing and wheezing. His voice rose an octave as blood began to seep through Amity's fingers. "Em, get a towel!"

Emira glanced between them, confused for a moment, but as soon as she spotted the blood, she sprinted into the kitchen. Amity pushed her chair away from the table to spare her plate from the dripping, thanking her lucky stars that her parents rarely ever ate a meal other than dinner with their children. Not even thirty seconds later, Emira returned with a towel and passed it to Amity, who moved her hand away and pressed it to her mouth. By the time she was finished, Amity was left with two panicked siblings, a very bloody towel, and a long stem with several small blue flowers on the end.

"When did this start?" Edric demanded after allowing Amity to breathe for a minute.

"The flowers started three days ago," Amity rasped, her throat hoarse from all the coughing. "I've been coughing for about a week, though."

"You've had Hanahaki for a week and you didn't say anything?!" Emira exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down!" Amity hissed. She didn't think her parents were home, but she could honestly never be sure, and she didn't want to take the risk.

"Amity, this is a huge deal," Edric pressed, though he had the decency to remain quiet. "We need to get you to a doctor."

"No!" Amity shook her head furiously, wrapping the stem up in the towel so she wouldn't have to look at it any longer. "I'm not getting that surgery."

"That surgery saved Ed's life." Emira pointed out, taking the towel from Amity.

"I don't need it, I'm going to deal with it myself."

"If you got Hanahaki, whoever this person is almost definitely doesn't like you back. Believe me." Edric's voice grew soft and his ears sank sadly. Amity knew he was remembering the person he'd been forced to give up in exchange for his life. He'd never revealed the person's identity, only that they had a boyfriend and he had no chance, but it had always been apparent that he had genuinely loved this person.

"I don't care," Amity stood up and snatched the towel back from Emira so she'd have an excuse to leave the dining room. "I like her and I'm not ready to give that up."

She marched into the kitchen, internally groaning as she siblings followed her. Of course they were going to persist.

"Who even is this girl?" Emira inquired.

"That's none of your business." Amity grumbled. She stared at the towel for a moment, decided it was too bloody to be saved, and tossed it into the garbage.

"It is if we're going to help you confess."

"What?" Amity and Edric asked at the same time.

"If you like this girl so much, we can give you one day to get your act together and confess." Emira explained. Amity rolled her eyes; she had her act together. "If she likes you back, great, no more Hanahaki, and if she doesn't, we tell Mom and Dad about this and you get scheduled for surgery."

That actually sounded like a decent plan. If Luz didn't like her back, Amity would just be hurting herself by keeping her feelings anyway. There was, however, one very important factor that Emira had failed to consider. Amity was a wuss.

"Does it have to be today?" She asked meekly.

"Mittens, your life is in danger," Edric sighed in exasperation. "Now is not the time to be a coward. I tried to wait and I could have died."

"I'm not being a coward!" Amity protested. "I'm just nervous."

"Well, man up, 'cause you're doing this today or you're not doing it at all." Emira said firmly with a hard pat to Amity's back. "Now tell us who it is."

"It's Luz..." Amity mumbled. Her siblings exchanged and unsurprised glance. "I'm going to get my bag."

Amity darted out of the kitchen and up the stairs, quickly closing the door once she was inside her room. As she swept her homework off her desk and stowed it away in her schoolbag, she grumbled to herself about her siblings. They didn't need to step in. She had it totally under control, she just needed to be able to confess at her own pace. But a small part of her knew that this was probably necessary; she'd been planning to confess, sure, but she always got nervous and bailed. If left to her own devices, would she ever confess?

With a heavy sigh, Amity slung her bag over her shoulders and trudged back downstairs to meet her siblings at the front door. Surprisingly, they didn't say anything else about her Hanahaki for the entirety of their walk to Hexside. In fact, the walk was pretty much silent, although Amity did catch them staring at her more than once.

"Do you know where she'd be right now?" Edric broke the silence as the three of them stepped onto campus.

"I can't just go up to her and say it!" Amity exclaimed. That would be far too casual. Who just walked up to their best friend and said 'I like you' like it was nothing? She didn't need some huge presentation, but she wanted it to be bigger than that.

"You really can." Emira rolled her eyes.

"No, that would be weird." Amity shook her head. "We have third period together. I can tell her then."

"That would hardly be any different, but fine." Emira decided. "Ed and I are going to check up on you after that class and make sure you didn't chicken out."

"I'm not going to chicken out!" Amity thumped her sister's arm indignantly. "By the end of third period, she'll know. You'll see!" And with that, she hurried away before her siblings could make any more remarks about her (lack of) bravery. She'd show them she wasn't a coward.

Throughout the morning, it became increasingly more apparent that Amity was, in fact, a coward. She had no plan and was absolutely dreading third period. Should she tell Luz immediately or wait until class was over? Should she write a note or say it out loud? A part of her genuinely considered waiting until lunch and getting Willow to confess for her.

By the time third period rolled around, Amity was a mess. She could hardly even bring herself to look at Luz, much less speak to her. For once, she was actually grateful for the coughing, because she could use not feeling well as an excuse to stay quiet until she could figure out what she was going to do. She never did figure it out, though, and when Luz stood up to leave at the end of class, Amity panicked and grabbed her arm.

"You okay?" Luz's brow furrowed in confusion as Amity searched for something to say.

"I-" She cut herself off with a few coughs a wheeze, which only served to worry Luz further. "I need you to meet me on the bleachers at break. There's something important that I want to tell you."

"Alright," Luz said as Amity released her arm. "But are you sure you're okay? That cough sounds really bad."

"I'm fine, I promise." Amity lied, gathering her things as quickly as she could. With a short goodbye to Luz, Amity hurried out of the classroom, heading for her next class. This was fine. There was only one more class until break.

"Mittens, over here!" Amity groaned as her sister's voice reached her. She stopped and turned around to find both of her siblings heading her way.

"Did you tell her?" Edric asked quietly once they were close enough.

"I asked her to meet me at break," Amity replied, stifling a cough. "I'll tell her then."

"Quit stalling!" Emira hissed. "You've only got one day to do this."

"Wait, Em, lay off for a second." Edric suddenly ushered Emira back, his eyes filled with concern. "Mittens, you're bleeding again."

Amity wiped at her mouth, surprised to find the back of her hand smeared with blood. She suddenly became aware of a slow drip from between her lips. She licked her lips to clean them and sucked in anxious breath, only to choke on it a second later. When it became clear that the coughing fit wasn't going to subside, Emira put her arm around Amity's shoulders and began steering her down the hallway, producing a piece of crumpled notebook paper from her cowl for Amity to cough into.

Amity sputtered all the way to the girl's bathroom, where Emira gently took the notebook paper from her and replaced it with a wad of paper towels. Amity gagged hard as a cluster came up, followed quite quickly by another. Her eyes teared up and she leaned against Emira, trying to spit up the stem that she could feel in her throat. When she finally managed to get it out, she stayed were she was, gasping for breath and shaking while her sister supported her with one arm and used the other to take the paper towels and toss them into the trash a few feet away.

"Do you think that was all for now?" Emira asked quietly. Amity noticed a pain in her eyes, and even in her wretched state, she recognized how hard it must be to watch a sibling go through something so terrible for the second time.

"Yeah." Amity whimpered. She knew there was probably still blood on her lips, but she couldn't say she particularly cared at the moment. A small part of her urged her to hurry to class, but the rest of her would've been content to curl up and fall asleep right there on the bathroom floor. Emira seemed to realize this and led Amity over to the wall so they could sink to the floor together, her ears twitching downward sympathetically.

"Let's stay here a little while." She suggested, and Amity nodded wordlessly into her shoulder. Normally, Amity would've fretted over skipping class, but she figured this was probably justified.

The two of them sat there in silence for a long while. At some point, Amity must have nodded off on Emira's shoulder, because after what felt like ten minutes, she was startled by the sound of the bell.

"I have to go meet Luz." She said as she jumped to her feet. Emira's arms darted out, as if she was afraid Amity was going to fall, but she quickly retracted them.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I'll be okay." Amity bit back a retort about not needing her sister spying her. She knew Emira was trying to look out for her, but she didn't think she'd be able to get the words out if someone was watching her.

They walked out of the bathroom together, but Amity soon split off to head out the nearest side door. She was vaguely aware of Emira watching her go, though she did her best to ignore it. The fresh air outside actually managed to ease the burning in Amity's lungs as she made her way toward the Grudgby field. Maybe this was going to be okay after all. As long as her lungs behaved themselves, she could use this time to formulate some kind of plan as to what she would say.

"Hey, Amity!" Or not. Amity sighed and turned around to find Luz hurrying toward her, smiling brightly. "So, what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Okay, so..." Amity took a moment to collect her thoughts. Just say it. Say it fast and hope for the best. Don't cough. "Um, alright, I'm... shoot, sorry, I'm nervous."

"It's okay, take your time." Luz said kindly. "I'm not going anywhere."

Amity smiled and felt her chest swell with affection. It was going to be fine. Even if Luz didn't like her back, there was no way a girl this sweet was going to hate her over some crush. For the first time in a while, Amity really thought she was going to be fine. And then she spat up blood onto Luz's shoes.

"I'm so sorry!" She said immediately, but before she could say anything else, she fell into a terrible coughing fit.

"Oh my God, are you okay?!" Luz nearly shrieked. "Amity, that's blood!"

"I'm okay!" Amity gasped between coughs. Blood sprayed from her lips with each hack, and soon she was doubled over, retching into the grass.

"Clearly you aren't!" Luz exclaimed, her eyes wide with terror. "I'm taking you to the Healing Professor."

"She can't-!" Amity suddenly vomited a stem with two clusters, a shower of stray petals falling with it. She collapsed on the ground, trembling and unable to stop gagging.

"How do we make it stop?!" Luz pleaded as she kneeled down beside Amity, helpless to do anything but rub comforting circles on her back. "Tell me what you need."

Amity waited a few minutes for her coughing fit to ease. When she could breathe again, she slowly sat up and met Luz's teary gaze.

"Does that, by any chance, happen in the Human Realm?" She asked weakly. Luz shook her head. "It's called Hanahaki Disease. It's caused by unrequited love. Flowers will grow in our lungs until they're surgically removed or they suffocate us, unless we can get the person to return our feelings." Her face burned with embarrassment as she spoke, silently willing Luz to understand.

"When are you getting your surgery?" Luz asked innocently, and Amity almost wished for another coughing fit so she wouldn't have to answer.

"I'm not getting surgery." Amity admitted, refusing to look at Luz any longer. She could feel her ears drooping so far that they were practically brushing against her neck. "The surgery kills the feelings that caused the disease in the first place. I'm not ready to give you up."

"Wait, me?" Luz asked incredulously. Amity stiffened for a moment, horrified, and buried her face in her hands. "So, if I tell you that I like you back, this will stop?"

"It's not that easy." Amity mumbled. "It has to be genuine."

Luz grabbed Amity's wristed and gently pulled them away from her face. Heat rose to Amity's face as Luz leaned in close, her expression soft. Amity barely registered the feeling of Luz's lips pressed against hers until they'd already been kissing for a few seconds. She pulled away, startled, and stared at Luz.

"Luz, it won't go away just because you kissed me. I told you, it has to be genuine." She appreciated that Luz would try that for her, but she really wished she hadn't. If anything, the kiss would probably increase her longing and make the Hanahaki worse.

"I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't mean it." Luz said softly, releasing Amity's wrists so she could hold her hands. "I do genuinely like you. I would've said something sooner, but I spent so long just trying to be your friend that I didn't want to mess it up. If I'd known this was going to happen, I would have told you so much sooner."

Amity's chest began to lighten and her ears tentatively perked up. A part of her still thought Luz might be lying for her sake, but the rest of her desperately wanted to believe it. Luz wouldn't lie to her, right?

"You promise you mean it?" She asked, maybe a little too forcefully.

"I promise." Luz said firmly. "Can I kiss you again?"

"I probably taste like blood." Amity chuckled self-consciously.

"You do," Luz confirmed. "But I don't mind."

"I think I'd rather get cleaned up before class starts." Amity replied sheepishly, pulling Luz with her as she stood up. She could feel dried blood on her lips and chin, making it a little uncomfortable to talk.

"Can I come with you?" Luz asked. "I want to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Of course, but I don't think it will." Amity smiled at Luz, her face flushed harder than before as she felt their fingers intertwine. She thought it was sweet that Luz cared so much about making sure she was alright, but she was pretty sure she would be. She could almost feel the flowers crumbling away inside her lungs. "I think I'm finally okay."

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #hanahaki #tw: blood #tw: vomit #kind of #edric blight #emira blight #blight siblings #ed and em actually caring about their sister

[anna-pixie]

Hi! I saw that you were taking requests from people and I found it on the kylo ren x reader tag. I was wondering if you could do something where the reader and kylo ren/ben solo are training at Luke's Jedi temple. Theyre friends. Its that night at the temple where it burns down and he joins Snoke. I kinda want there to be a small argument between the reader and him where its either the reader joins him or he has to kill her. Thanks!

sorry this took me soooo long i’ve been stuck in a writing rut :(

so this kind of took a dark turn but uhm... here we go

request: I was wondering if you could do something where the reader and kylo ren/ben solo are training at Luke's Jedi temple. Theyre friends. Its that night at the temple where it burns down and he joins Snoke. I kinda want there to be a small argument between the reader and him where its either the reader joins him or he has to kill her.

pairing: ben solo/ kylo ren x reader

warnings: violence

***

“Ben!” You giggle, your breath shortening as you dodge another one of his swings, “You’re going to kill me with that one day, I swear.” You sigh as he deactivates his saber, grinning at you teasingly. 

“But how would I live without you?” He pouts jokingly, waiting until you turn around to slide his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your head, the large height difference very obvious. 

“Shut up.” You can’t help the blush that rushes onto your face, trying to play things off by acting annoyed. 

“You would die of boredom if I stopped talking.” You roll your eyes at his remark, releasing yourself from his grasp as he groans.

“C’mon, Master Luke said we only had 20 minutes to get back.” 

“Do we have to? He hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you Ben, you’re just difficult.” You reason with him as you fall into step, walking back towards the temple where Luke is about to start your next class. 

“If I’m so difficult then why are you friends with me? Hm? Hm?” Ben pokes your side annoyingly and you can’t help but laugh. Oh, you adore him. 

“I happen to like a challenge.” He laughs at your remark, it comes out as more of a cackle as it tends to do when he finds something especially funny. 

You enter the temple in high spirits as you begin the next lesson with Master Luke. You’re so focused on perfecting what he teaches, you don’t notice the nervous glances he frequents towards Ben. Kriff, if you had just been paying more attention that day, maybe you would’ve noticed. Maybe you could have stopped the events of that night. 

*******

You sit in the ruins of the jedi temple, pushing a piece of rock back and foot with your toe. You have sat here every night since that night. It has been a couple of weeks now, and you haven’t seen Ben since. According to Luke, he caused the destruction and left to join General Snoke on the dark side of the force. You don’t believe him. Ben wouldn’t do that. Not your Ben. 

*******

It’s a few months later when you finally see Ben again. Or, should you say Kylo Ren? You are on your knees, chained in the prison of a First Order vessel, Poe Dameron passed out next to you. You didn’t know what to expect when the masked man entered the room, grilling you for the location of your resistance base with that strange modulated voice. He must know you’re a Jedi, because he doesn’t bother trying to probe your mind. He knows he won’t find anything. 

Your whole world stops then, when he removes the mask slowly. Ben Solo. Your best friend, the love of your life, your captor. 

“Ben?” Your voice is soft, you can’t seem to grasp that he is standing in front of you, serving the First Order no less. 

“Supreme Leader Ren.”

“Ben.” You repeat, unwilling to call him by his new alias. 

“Don’t call me that!” You watch with wide eyes as he activates his new saber, his face lit by a sinister red glow as he screams, hitting the wall with the saber over and over again. The wall sparks as he calms down, breathing heavily with an occasional grunt. 

You’re distracted as you feel Poe shift next to you, coming to with a groan as he attempts to prop himself up. He looks up, eyes bleary as he tries to assess the situation. Bit late for that. 

“Y/N…” He attempts to speak but Ben grumbles, giving him a swift blow to the head with his deactivated saber that knocks him unconscious once more. Two stormtroopers enter the room, not saying anything as they drag Poe’s body out, leaving you alone with this creature that looks like the boy you once loved. 

“What are you going to do to me?” 

“I’m going to liberate you.” His voice shakes with intensity and he kneels to be on your level, still towering over you slightly due to his height. 

“What do you mean?” You’re confused. He knows how much power you have, it makes more sense for him to kill you straight away. 

“I’m not going to kill you.” You sigh, of course he can hear your thoughts, “Not unless you resist me.”

You laugh, a mean cackle that sounds foreign coming from you, “I would rather die than ever betray the resistance. How could you, Ben?”

“YOU BETRAYED ME FIRST!” He screams, his voice cracking as he thinks back to the events of the night. He takes you by surprise when he falls down, his head resting on your thighs as he lets out a pained groan. You can feel the sadness radiating off him, hitting you in waves. Your brows furrow and tears prick your eyes as you thread your hands into his long hair. 

Whenever he used to get upset, he’d always feel better after you played with his hair. You know that Ben is still in there, you can feel it, maybe you can try and appeal to him. 

“Ben…” You start, your voice soft as you try to flood your mind with good memories of the two of you, knowing that he is looking. You try to move your hands as much as you can to cup his face, which is hard considering you’re slightly restrained. You pull his face up so he is looking at you and you smile weakly, your thumb brushing his jawline oh so gently. 

“I’m not Ben anymore, Y/N.”

You shake your head, unwilling to accept this new development, “You’ll always be my Ben.” A tear falls down your cheek messily, but you can’t wipe it away since your hands are preoccupied. It travels down your face and falls onto Ben’s own cheek, causing him to reach up and touch it himself. 

“Emotions…” He starts, scoffing as he rips his head from your hands, “What are they good for? Love. Trust. I trusted Luke, and look what happened.”

“What are you talking about?” Kylo laughs evilly at your cluelessness, getting up and striding over to the opposite side of the room. 

“Of course he kept it a secret. What a coward. That night that the temple burnt down, your precious Master Skywalker tried to kill me in my sleep.”

Your eyes widen as Ben reveals the events of that night, there had always been a mystery surrounding it, but you never would’ve thought something like that had happened. You go to speak, but are swiftly cut off as Ben continues his rant. 

“I woke up, I could feel that something was wrong, and all I could see was green. I didn’t think I’d turn to find my Master inches away from ending my life. He was supposed to protect me, help me. The resistance is a joke, looking up to that… that murderer.” He spits the last word, taking a deep breath as he takes one last look at you over his shoulder. 

You watch silently as he puts his mask back on, the Ben you once knew disappearing behind a sheet of dark metal. 

“You have an hour to decide. You join me or you die.” He hisses through the mask, his voice unrecognisable, and he leaves suddenly, the door sliding shut after him and leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You think of the first time you ever met Ben. 

You awkwardly stumbled your way through the crowd, nerves fluttering through your belly as you look around at all the other young Jedi you would soon be training with. Your eyes widen as you accidentally step on the foot of someone standing beside you, and you rush to apologise. 

“Oh, goodness, I’m so sorry.” You look up, surprised by the kind smiling eyes looking down at you. 

“Don’t worry about it, it’s crowded in here.”

“Tell me about it.” You chuckle nervously, eyes darting around the room once more. The tall, long haired boy nudges you lightly to gain your attention again. 

“Hey, don’t be nervous. Stick with me, okay? Skywalker’s my uncle, I’ve got your back. I’m Ben.”

Your eyes widen, slightly awestruck as you realise who is standing in front of you, “Ben Solo?”

“The one and only,” He chuckles, running a hand through his dark hair, “what’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

If only you knew then where you would end up now, would you have ever even considered being friends with the man who would eventually kill you?

******

Poe sits in the dark room, his head in his hands as Finn places a hand on his back. They raise their heads when they hear footsteps, Poe’s lip trembling slightly as Leia steps into the room. She approaches the two men with a kind smile, quietly asking Finn for a moment alone with Poe. 

She takes a seat on the bench next to him as Finn excuses himself. 

“There was nothing you could have done, Poe.” She speaks softly, placing a warm hand over Poe’s shaking ones, “The influence of the light was too much for him to handle, he would have done anything to get rid of it.”

“I was in the room next to her, General.” Poe breathes out, running his free hand over his face as his mind flashes back to the gut wrenching way you screamed Ben’s name before his saber pierced your heart. 

“There was nothing you could have done. You can’t blame yourself for this, it’s not what they would have wanted.” She strokes his hair lightly, reminding him that they would be late for the memorial service. “We lost two good people, Poe. The rest of this fight is in their honor. Han Solo and Y/N Y/L/N did not die in vain.”

#ben solo x oc #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren imagine #ben solo imagine #star wars imagine

[yellow401]

I need to know

“I need to know,” I prayed.

“Lord, I need to know that all of this is not just a reaction, a defense mechanism from a damaged 14-year-old boy.”

“I need to know that this is real, not just a fence I’ve put up because I’m too afraid of my past.”

“I need to know, because I cannot continue down this path if it’s not real. I cannot continue, if I don’t know.”

I said this prayer in the bathroom, because it’s one of the places I can go to pray. I figured out one day that I’ve never lived alone—I went from living with my parents to living with a missionary companion, then to roommates in college, then I was married. Now we have reproduced. So, I pray where I can; where no one will see me but God.

On my twenty-fifth birthday, I was at a Thai restaurant with my family, and I excused myself from the table because I couldn’t keep from crying. I went into the bathroom then, too—it was one of those that just has one toilet in it, and you lock the door. As soon as I locked the door and sat down, I heard a voice in my head as clear as day: “It’s just you and me now. You can tell me whatever you need to tell me.” It was the voice of God.

I immediately lost it. I sobbed my heart out in that bathroom, praying to God. And He listened to every word. I know that today as much as I knew it then. And for the first time that whole day and the sleepless night that preceded it, I felt peace.

That night, I prayed in my bedroom alone when my roommates were not around. I was crying again. “¿Cómo puede ser que yo no cambie?” How can it be, that I cannot change? By then I understood that “change” was not going to involve my sexuality; nor did I expect to pray any of that part of myself out of my life. I could handle that. But I also understood by this point that, for better or worse, my lot lay with the Church, with the Gospel of Jesus Christ, not as a spectator or an ally, but as a practitioner, and, unfortunately, as a leader. No, I wasn’t trying to un-gay myself that night; but I was trying to un-sin, to un-loser, to un-coward. To finally take that leap of faith and live according to the covenants I knew were right, the life I knew I needed to live even if I tried to ignore it. Excruciating, that; the ignoring it, I mean. Don’t do it if you can help it.

Each of these times, I had a good cry between myself and the Lord, then I wiped my tears and went out into the world. Each of these times, there were people depending on me, and I didn’t need them to see me broken.

Bettina is not the main character in Freie Fall, but she’s my favorite. When she finds out that her husband has been cheating on her with one of his male colleagues, she takes their baby and goes to stay with friends for a while. He tracks her down and they have a spectacularly awkward exchange on the doorstep. She finally broaches the word “gay,” and he can only stammer, “I’m . . . not . . .” To which she quietly replies, “Was bist du, dann?” What are you, then? When he doesn’t respond, she shouts at him in justified anger, “WAS BIST DU, DANN?” He still says nothing, and she slams the door in his face.

Some time later, on another sleepless night, I didn’t know why but I felt like my heart would burst. I prayed, “Lord of Heaven and Earth, You who know all things, who looked at Your creation and decided that for some reason at this time the world needed one of me in it, WHAT AM I, THEN?”

The answer came quickly. “You’re not gay. Not just gay, anyway.” That was not the answer I expected. Well, fine. I guess I could handle that. God didn’t seem to mind telling me that I was odd; maybe He knew what He was doing.

Brief history of my life: 1999-2011: took shit from the Mormons for being gay; 2011-2019: took shit from the gays for marrying a woman. It took me until I was 34 years old to figure out just exactly where I fit, and by then I realized the exact label didn’t matter; just don’t call me “gay and in denial” and we can be friends. Maybe the rainbow flag will always trigger me a little (though I understand it means safety and acceptance for many others), but I can stand off to the side with my little panro heart and call that place home.

It is both frightening and emboldening to realize that, as I learn to recognize and accept some of these parts of me, particularly those that fall outside the ideal mold of what “righteous” people are like, I have actually grown closer to God. The condemnation I was so sure would fall upon my head when I was fourteen . . . hasn’t. In fact, I’ve had to ask God’s forgiveness for not trusting Him more.

If you told my ten-years-ago self all the things that would happen between then and now, he probably would say something like, “Don’t talk shit,” because he swore more often than I do, and also because he wouldn’t believe you.  But somehow, one little thought, one epiphany, one prayer in the dark at a time, my life has changed an awful lot in ten years. God has been guiding me the whole time.

When I first started this blog, I wrote:

“Something awoke in me. There is something I need to say that I haven’t been saying.  Something needs to get out.  I don’t yet know what–I prayed about it, but sometimes you have to pray for a while about something like that.

“So for some reason I started a tumblr account at 1:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning and here I am writing about it.  Maybe I’ll figure it out as I write. Maybe that’s what I’m supposed to figure out.  Dammit, I don’t know.”

When I say “something awoke,” I mean an uncontainable longing for something completely unreachable and opaque to me at the time. I didn’t even know what to do about it, other than wait on the Lord’s timing. After finishing the post before this one I realized that I was close to figuring it out. I knew at that point that there was one more post to write in this blog, though I didn’t know what at the time. I guessed there was one other shoe that had to drop before I could call this particular phase of my life complete.

I think I know what the last piece is now: complete honesty and acceptance. Of myself first, so that I can completely, unequivocally stop worrying about myself and do the work I’m supposed to do in this life. I’ve asserted elsewhere on this blog that I’m not special—everyone is here to serve in some way and overcome some thing. I know that acknowledging my flaws and issues isn’t going to magically fix them, but I feel now in a way that I didn’t before that maybe I can confront them and move on. Then of others—I don’t know exactly what, but I know I have work to do in the Church and in my career before I’m done. And for whatever reason, God made me weird, so there must be something unique I can do for others.

So with this final blog post I turn over the page on this chapter of my life, this period of intense growth, knowing the future will probably be at least as intense; I assert, though my hands may tremble, that my life is not an act—I know who I am and what direction I’m headed. That’s about all I know, right now. But it’s a lot. And I have learned through happy experience that it is enough for now.

Here goes nothing.

[reformedkingsmanagent]

Hi, I really love your writing and was wondering if you could write a tss fic about Charlie where the reader finds him after his arm was blown off, and she saves his life? Thank you

A/N: I really hope this is acceptable! I rewrote a huge chunk of this multiple times. This feels better than what I had, but who knows.

The room was a kaleidoscope of colored lights, leftover from Valentine’s failed gala. With no one left alive to turn them off, they kept spinning, doing their best to disguise the violence. The room, littered with headless corpses, was currently being picked over, all evidence collected.

“Valentine is dead,” someone announced through the comms.

“Yeah, pretty sure everyone else is too.”

As you walked through the piles of headless corpses, you came across the only other body besides Valentine’s that still had a head so far.

“I’ve located his associate. She didn’t go out like the others, we might want to bring her in too.” You spotted the patchy green wound at her forearm and assumed it was from some sort of toxin, but from where, you had no clue. Who would have been the assailant? Surely not Valentine himself?

“Understood.”

The whole scene was bizarre, like something out of a pulp film with the amount of carnage all around. Keeping these boots after was out of the question. The amount of matter probably in the treads… You’d never get it all out, not mentally, anyway.

As you reached the top of the stairs on the far side of the room, you swore you saw movement in one of the booths.

“Hang on, I’m gonna check these alcoves up here,” you commented, keeping your voice low.

“One of the holding cells is empty, the rest are still here, and they’re angry, too. Seanan says they heard gunfire a little bit ago.”

“We just missed them.”

“What are you thinking? Rogue element? Some of Valentine’s people deciding to blow the chips? A guest?”

You allowed the conversation to continue without you as you slowly walked along the railing, watching for any signs of life.

You could see legs, long legs, sticking out of the booth, as if the person had tried to hide there but couldn’t quite fit. You wondered if you were simply mistaken, but you needed to be absolutely sure. As you got close enough to make out a shape, it moved again and you paused, reaching for the weapon at your hip.

A hand appeared on the edge of the table, clinging to it in a desperate attempt to pull the rest of him up, the face coming into view wearing an expression of great pain, and great effort. Any notion that this individual posed a threat was pushed aside as he nearly fell out of the booth.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on.” You moved forward quickly, managing to steady him. He was incredibly pale, and you wondered if he’d even last the trip outside. The source of all his problems was at his right side, the arm hanging uselessly from the shoulder down. There was some damage to the skin just behind his right ear, but he still had his head.

“We need to get you out of here,” you muttered, not expecting anything close to a response from him given his current state.

“My…” You wanted to tell him to stop talking, to save his energy, but if this was it, any information would be useful information. “…family…” He tried to reach out for the sea of bodies below and you realized with a chill what he meant. With his family among the many dead, he had to be important. You couldn’t leave this to someone else.

“I need Evac up here, now. We have a survivor who might be able to tell us what the hell happened in here. I’m going to stay with him.” You didn’t leave it up for debate. You’d do what you could to make sure he got the help he needed.

***

He was heavily sedated, wrapped up in plain sheets, his torn, bloodied clothes discarded. He was less pale, considering he’d been gifted a couple extra bags of O neg. They set to work as soon as you helped wheel him in. The whole way over to the compound, he kept quiet, alarmingly quiet. You checked his pulse multiple times. At least now he looked alive.

And handsome, too, now that someone had taken the time to wipe the blood and mess from his face, combed through his hair. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d charmed his way into Valentine’s inner circle, coasting into what he thought was safety on his looks alone. He was younger than most of the bodies recovered, though what he said still haunted you.

His family.

“My guys are working on the best new tech for him, so he can divulge all his little secrets,” Poppy smiled, sidling up beside you as you watched him sleep it all off.

“He mentioned his family, do you know if they were among the dead?”

Poppy joined you in studying his facial structure, the rise and fall of his chest.

“Not sure. They’re still working through it. He’s our only lead.” She turned to you, still keeping a hand on the railing of the hospital bed. “We have to find out who stopped Valentine, or those same individuals might destroy all my plans. The kind of ability they must possess to do what they did… I can’t leave that to chance.”

“What if he doesn’t know anything?”

“Maybe I’ll keep him around anyway. Someone in his position might be…grateful.”

You were surprised at how cold her words felt. As you watched him sleep, you started to realize how protective you’d become of him.

“You can go rest now, you’ve earned it,” Poppy suggested, turning to leave.

“Oh, I’m alright.”

She was going to question you, but someone quickly pulled her aside for another matter.

The steady hum of the monitors and machines all assembled to keep him going served as a pretty good white noise machine. You moved to the door and gently pushed it shut before pulling up a chair and taking a seat beside the bed.

***

“How are you liking it?” You asked, stepping into the open gym. The heat was so uncomfortable, you didn’t know how he could stand it. Still, there he stood, sweat dripping down his face, training on his own.

The metal arm at his side was held up, guarding against an invisible enemy. That was just one of a few gifts from Poppy. Questionable plan aside, no one could deny that her tech was leaps and bounds ahead of everyone else’s.

When Charlie found the pain in his throat mitigated, when he discovered he could speak far normally than he was hoping, you’d watched him do his best to hide his reaction. Since that moment, Charlie had made it his mission to get back to perfect health. You tried to stay back, he didn’t need you around anymore, but sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself.

But this, this was different. Maybe he wouldn’t care at all, but… you’d be lying if you weren’t interested in seeing his reaction.

“It’s…serviceable,” he breathed, plain grey shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face. You quickly averted your eyes, wondering if this was intentional from him. It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Good…” you trailed off, realizing he was walking over. You looked up to gauge his expression and wished you hadn’t. Heat filled your cheeks, seemingly getting worse the closer he got until he stopped right in front of you. You could smell the sweat on his skin, and it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. You forced yourself to look away, doing your best to keep your eyes off his sharp cheekbones and full lips—

“What’s that look for?”

Oh no. “What look?”

“You’re worried about something.” He took a step closer, eyes pouring over your face, looking for any little micro-expression that might give you away. He was incredibly good at reading people, and naturally that extended to you. You’d spent the most time with him out of everyone, after all.

“What does Poppy have you doing next?” he finally asked.

“She mentioned needing to build an outpost in Italy, a stockpile of sorts. With her staying here, I’m assuming she wants me to go.”

“You can’t leave,” he started to argue.

“You don’t need me here, look at you.”

It was true. He knew it too. He looked about as conflicted as you felt.

“You’ve really improved, Charlie. It’s actually kind of amazing how quickly you adapted.”

He smiled slightly then, taking another step closer.

“I’m not used to people saying such nice things to me.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, thinking back on prior conversations with Charlie about his life before that day in Valentine’s bunker.

“Don’t be. Things have turned out okay for me here, and it’s all down to you.” You felt him looking at you. “I owe you a lot.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” you assured him.

He didn’t contest that, but you could tell he wanted to.

“Do you remember when you found me?”

“I do,” you nodded, your heart rate picking up as he maintained eye contact. You were sick with nerves but you couldn’t look away.

“I was a coward.”

“Not a coward, just scared.”

“A coward,” he insisted. “But you didn’t abandon me. Every time I woke up, you were there, either just outside the door or sitting in the room, going over reports and spreadsheets.”

“It was my job, Charlie.”

No it wasn’t.

“Don’t give me that.” He rolled his eyes, though he maintained a slight smile.

“I needed to make sure your recovery was going smoothly.”

“And that’s the only reason?” He watched you, waiting for your answer. You knew anything other than a ‘yes’ would indicate guilt. If you looked away, he’d know.

You felt a heavy weight settling on your shoulders. You couldn’t confess something like this, not now, not like this, and certainly not to him. Not that there would ever be a ‘right time’ for it.

He looked away first.

“Because if there was a different reason, I was thinking we could… talk about it.”

“I don’t think that would be a good—”

“Why would you waste your time with me like that?” he asked. This started to feel a bit more like an interrogation.

“Why do you say it’s a waste?” you answered, sidestepping his ask.

“I had—have nothing to offer you. But you’re here anyway.”

You frowned up at him. “Charlie, you’ve got plenty to offer someone.”

“Someone like you?”

You looked away to your left, the direct attention getting to you. “That’s not what I’m saying,” you sighed.

“What if that’s what I’m saying?”

There’s no way, he wouldn’t really, for all you know he’s about to pull a ‘gotcha’ and leave you there, embarrassed and confused—

Seeing that he wasn’t going to get a straight answer out of you, he took matters into his own hands, leaning down to press his lips to yours. After a second of hesitation from you, you finally felt something in you slip out of the way as your mouth opened under his, your hands making fists in his thin grey shirt.

“You’re very easy to read, you know,” he whispered, nose rubbing against yours as he pulled you in closer, the metal fingers spread out across your lower back. “Poppy said something to me yesterday.”

You leaned back so you could see his face.

He looked peaceful.

“She asked me about my time with Kingsman. Why I didn’t last. So I told her.”

You remembered a similar conversation with him, shortly after his voice-box had been replaced. Your eyes moved down to it.

“And I realized in talking with her just how different things are now. I… You’ve helped me more than you know.”

You felt a lump forming in your throat at his confession, remembering how angry he used to be all the time. Full of resentment, misplaced vitriol, always going out of his way to bother everyone around him during his recovery. You blamed boredom, the tragic loss of his family, trying to give him the benefit of a doubt.

But it had never been directed at you.

“I care about you.” You felt his hands move to your cheeks, the metal on one side, his flesh on the other. “And I can tell you care about me too, it’s obvious.”

The teasing tone returned to his voice and you turned your head to try to hide the heat in your cheeks. It was easy enough for him to steer you back into place.

“You do, don’t you?”

You realized you’d never heard him vulnerable like this since the day you found him. Everything since had been stone-faced and quiet, not betraying whatever pain he might be dealing with.

“I thought you said I was easy to read?”

“Maybe I just want to be absolutely sure?”

Instead of giving him an answer, you pulled him back in, your lips finding his easily enough. You tried to translate the past few months of quiet pining for him into the kiss. When he didn’t let up, you figured you were successful.

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Tagging those who requested it! @shydragonrider @alliedoolallie

#charlie hesketh #charlie hesketh x reader #writing #kingsman #hope you like this

[ladynonsense]

ONITC (TRR AU) Part 12: Aftermath

Catch up:  One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

After that fun diversion in the last chapter, Leo’s here to deliver some new information that brings some ugliness to the surface for Liam and forces him to tell Olivia a painful secret. Warning: this is kind of dark and deals with PTSD, panic attacks, and violence. Also some rough language as is the case with everything I write  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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"Liam!" Leo called through the door as he knocked incessantly. "Where is everybody? The door is locked. You're starting to freak me out."

"Everything is fine, Leo. I'll be right out." Liam didn't seem concerned in the slightest with the intrusion.

Riley and Drake pulled the bedspread up to their chins, the embarrassment of being caught in bed with the king and queen-to-be making them want to hide and disappear. Olivia calmly pulled on the simple dress Liam had brought for her, while he dug through his bag for a fresh undershirt and some shorts. He answered the door still looking disheveled and flushed.

"Jesus, Liam, they said I was the playboy."

He waved off the comment and went back out to the living room to talk, Olivia in tow. Riley and Drake quietly moved to sit on the ground by the door, secretly listening in.

"What's going on, Leo? It's late, we should all be getting some rest."

Leo snorted with laughter. "Right. I'm sure it was very restful in there." His smile faded as he sat down and gestured for Liam and Olivia to do the same. "We got a call from the palace. I told them you would call back in the morning, but they insisted it was urgent enough to wake you."

Liam's brow furrowed. "Hopefully this is positive. They must have new information about the attack."

Leo leaned in towards Liam, a sympathetic look on his face. "Liam...they do. Everybody does." He pulled out a tablet and handed it to him. A paused video was on the screen, showing a man in the same body armor and mask that the attackers at the wedding had worn. Liam glanced at Olivia. Her fury was written all over her face.

"How dare these cowards address us when they won't even show..."

"...Liam, you need to tell her." Leo looked at his brother pleadingly. Liam was startled.

"Tell her what?"

"Don't play dumb. She needs to hear it from you first."

"Excuse me?" Olivia tried to cover her panic with anger, but it was starting to slip. She squeezed Liam's hand, trying to slow her breath. "What do I need to hear?"

Liam sighed, his sad gaze moving from Leo to Olivia and then back again. "I didn't know you knew. Father didn't tell me until he was on his deathbed."

Leo nodded. "I knew. He didn't want to tell you because he worried it would hurt you. He did have a heart, after all."

"What are you two talking about?" Olivia's face was going red with frustration. Liam held her hand and ran his thumb over her wrist, struggling to meet her eyes. "Does this have something to do with my parents? Are these...are these the same people who killed them?" Liam winced at her words.

"My love...your parents were killed by the King's Guard. They were the attackers, back then. They made an attempt on our lives."

Olivia went pale as she jerked her hand away from Liam's. She stared at him, speechless, for a long moment, before shoving him hard in the chest. "What the fuck!" she yelled, before standing up and storming towards the door.

"Olivia!" Leo called, wincing when she looked back at him with disdain. "...Sorry, Your Grace. But please...it's not safe to leave the house. You can have my room if you'd like to be alone." She glared back in his direction before heading to his room and slamming the door behind her.

Liam let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "I have to go speak to her." He stood to leave but Leo held up a hand, motioning for him to stay.

"Let her have a minute. You didn't exactly cushion the blow there."

"Oh, have you finally decided to come home and take control after all?" Liam's carefully controlled anger was bubbling to the surface, and he found himself wanting to pick a fight. Leo winced.

"I'm not trying to tell the king what to do. I'm trying to offer support and advice to my brother." He left his chair and plopped himself down on the couch next to Liam instead, taking Olivia's place. "You can go after her if you need to, but I wouldn't. Give her some time to process before you try to talk to her or she's just going to lash out. You know it's true."

He nodded and buried his face in his hands. "I should have told her sooner. I don't know when I had planned to. What was I thinking?"

Leo patted his back affectionately. "I don't think there ever would have been a good time. But it's better coming from you than from these motherfuckers." He grabbed the tablet off the coffee table and held it out to Liam again. "You need to watch this."

His finger hovering over the play button, Liam took a deep breath and looked back to his brother. "Leo...did I make the wrong choice? Would I have avoided all this if I'd just chosen Madeleine and listened to Father's warnings about Olivia?"

"Liam..." Leo paused and chuckled. "I mean, you're asking the guy who completely bailed on crown and country to escape marriage to Madeleine." Liam chuckled, but his heart wasn't in it. "Seriously, you absolutely did the right thing. They're using the Nevrakis family history to create cracks in your public appearance, that's all. They would find cracks no matter who you married, or they'd just lie. They tried to kill you, Liam. Not her. This isn't about the Nevrakis family. This is an attempted coup." He stood up and pointed again at the tablet. "Watch the video. I'll go talk to Olivia."

Alone in the living room, he hit PLAY.

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Citizens of Cordonia, the time has come to say good-bye to this backwards and corrupt system of government. To toss aside the old nobility that is sucking this country dry and leaving us weak and powerless on the world stage.

Today we stood up against the extravagant display of wealth and excess that was to be the royal wedding. Your king, an inexperienced young man left to rule after the rightful heir tossed his country aside for his own selfish pursuits, marrying an orphan duchess, the very daughter of the traitors that attempted to seize control of the government for their own selfish needs just two decades ago. Is there no one left for the king to marry who doesn't have a history of violence against the crown? This family is a laughing stock around the world, and we will not have Cordonia become a joke!

The royal guard murdered several of our brave freedom fighters today. No lives were lost on their side. We are not interested in harming the public. The Cordonian people are safe, but King Liam, mark my words: we will not stop until you are out of Cordonia, one way or another.

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Liam didn't realize until he tried to set the tablet down that his hands were shaking.

One way or another.

The fear he'd been pushing down, down, down inside him since he'd heard that first shot at the wedding...since earlier...since the assassination attempt seven years ago...since he lost his mother as a boy...it all erupted in him at once. He tried to stand but his legs weren't steady enough to hold him and he fell back into the couch. He clutched at his chest...he couldn't breathe. The room was spinning...the walls were closing in.

"Liam!"

Drake bent over him, concern all over his face. He sat next to him on the couch and wrapped him in his arms to steady him. "Shhhh, shhhhh," he stroked his hair affectionately, desperate to calm him, trying not to let his own panic show. "You're OK. You're OK. I've got you. Breathe. Breathe with me."

He wiped the sweat from Liam's forehead with his thumb as he took deep, slow breaths against him. He felt his breath slow and and sync with his own, but it was soon interrupted by sobs. Drake held him, rocking softly, his heart breaking as Liam's tears soaked through his flimsy undershirt and onto his skin.

"Drake," he croaked, tears still streaming down his face, "I have to leave."

"No, you don't need to leave. Here is where you're safe. Here with all of us."

He shook his head, pushing Drake away. "No, I need to leave. I...I never asked for any of this, and everyone is always trying to take it from me." His fists balled at his sides and his face went dark. "They can have it! I'll just go live a normal life somewhere and no one will ever have to try to kill me again."

Drake grabbed his shoulders, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Liam, listen to me. Absolutely. Fucking. Not."

Liam stared at him, stunned. "Don't I have that right? I wasn't aware I was a prisoner of the royal court." He spat out the words angrily, immediately regretting it, knowing Drake was the last person he should be pushing away. "Isn't this what you always wanted? A normal life without all the courtly bullshit?"

He took his time before responding. "No. What I wanted was to stay with you, for times like this when people try to break you. You're the strongest person I know, but it scares me how much you absorb and repress. It always comes out, eventually." He paused, nervous that he'd set him off and drive him away. "I stayed with you because you are important. It does have to be you, Liam. It was always you that was meant for this. You can't leave Cordonia in the hands of the maniacs that shot up your wedding. What kind of option is that?"

Liam's face softened as he leaned on Drake's shoulder once again with a sigh. "I know. But I don't want to be the king of a country that doesn't want me. I don't need power or money...I just want to serve the people, and it feels like I'm failing miserably."

"I don't have the answers, Liam. But we'll figure this out. You have plenty of allies back at the palace who will help you through this. Tonight...you just need to rest."

Liam half-mumbled an answer as he stretched himself out, lying with his feet hanging over the arm of the couch and his head resting in Drake's lap, and finally allowed himself to relax and go to sleep.

#the royal romance #choices stories you play #trr #trr liam #liam x drake #liam x olivia

[musikat18]

One Last Time (Jim Kirk x Reader Part 6)

That Would Be Enough (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6- you are here)

Pairing: AOS Jim Kirk/Reader

Warnings: Angst, argument between friends, mentions of injury/death

A/N: Can we take a minute to be glad that all my application things are in before I break all of your hearts? I’ll probably try to pad some of this with fluff towards the end of this series and in other writings coming soon. Other than that, enjoy. :)

The light streaking into the little hovel streamed over your eyes, making them flutter as they opened. Night had passed, and you didn’t even realize. You pivoted your stiff neck to readjust your eyes to your surroundings; when you realized you had fallen asleep on McCoy’s shoulder, you felt a pit in your stomach as you righted yourself.

It felt wrong, listening to him the night before. Your insides had been playing tug-of-war with your heartstrings.

He’s being so sincere, part of you thought. He really does care about me...I can’t believe he’s felt this way all this time.

No, the more pragmatic part of you snapped back. It’s so wrong. After everything with Jim...you love Jim, Y/N. You have for years. It’s not fair to Jim.

But is it fair to you?

This trip must be a peaceful readjustment.

That was the only thing you knew for certain. Not only was it a period of reacclimation, but it was also one of diplomacy, to a degree. You were to represent Yorktown base as a security officer on a Starfleet deep space exploration vessel. That vessel just happened to contain a lot of history for you. It didn’t matter who you loved or who loved you or what might happen after this little side trip (assuming you all made it out alive).

Your top priority was a smooth transition.

You allowed the rise and fall in your chest to clear all the intrusive thoughts of ‘what now’ from the night before and get you back in the mindset of Security-Officer-Handling-A-Kind-of-Big-Deal. Knees wobbling from being bent up through your slumber, you stood wand walked to the opening of the hovel, looking for any signs of danger.

“Is the perimeter secure, Commander?” Spock coughed from the ground, still weak but not as bad as the day before. You spun around and bent to his side.

“The perimeter is, but your wound is the real question,” you noted. His shirt was still very green, but he was looking less pale.

“You are distracted,” Spock mused as you checked on his side. “...Pain?”

“My personal life is my personal business, Mr. Spock,” you said shortly, turning away.

“Your personal life, Commander, ceases to be merely a personal matter when it affects how you perform your duty.”

“I am not emotionally compromised! I’m not involved with anyone on the Enterprise anymore!”

“Which is why you accepted the transfer to Yorktown, I presume.”

You couldn’t argue that. You and Spock had mourned Jim together, even as he healed. He knew your mind and everything in it. All you could do was inhale slowly, until a stirring Leonard caught your eye in the shadows.

“Come on,” you said, iron and steel in your voice covering up your relief. “If we get moving, we might be able to find some other crewmen.”

You did not turn around as you went for the doorway. You had no time to field more questions about emotions that weren’t a part of your mission. You were a peaceful adjustment. Nothing more.

---

You stayed ahead of McCoy and Spock as the three of you continued on through the canyons of Altamid.

“Y/L/N, status report requested,” you repeated into your comm. “Y/L/N to Enterprise. Please reply. Repeat, if you pick up this signal, please reply.”

“‘S probably still nothing,” Leonard sighed.

“I’m being optimistic,” you said dryly. With a snap, you closed your communicator, and you huffed out a breath. “As long as we keep moving, we’ll be fine.”

“...Sure.”

You didn’t understand Leonard’s words until you looked up to see smaller craft, similar in shape to the ones that had knocked the ship out of the sky, hovering around you, the doctor, and the Vulcan. You whipped out your phaser and aimed it daringly at the cruisers.

“Doctor...in case my respect for you was not clear-”

“You don’t have to say it Spock.”

“Cute,” you looked at your two friends, realizing this might be the last time you did so.

Jim, wherever you are...it’s up to you, now. I did my best to save the day. Time for you to save the world again.

“Well, at least I won’t die alone.”

Those were the last words you heard from Leonard before a familiar sensation filled your body, and light enveloped your form.

---

“Y/N.”

The breath of relief in that damned voice of that corn-fed idiot of yours shook your very core.

You were no longer standing in a rocky canyon, but in an older starship. The transporter was being helmed by Scotty-- bless that stubborn Scot and whatever time he put into getting this bucket of bolts up and running. Chekov was at his side, going over whatever readings were coming off the transporter. Behind them stood an unfamiliar alien, with golden eyes and striking black markings on her face.

And, of course, Jim was waiting just off the transporter pad, ice-kissed eyes filled with relief. He rushed up to you, and even though every fiber of your being told you to embrace him, you kept your composure.

“Why didn’t you beam up Spock first?” you asked.

Jim furrowed his brow, “What?”

“Dammit, Jim,” you snapped, “he’s hurt! Spock is your second-in-command! He should be the priority!”

So much for keeping composure.

Scotty must have sensed your stress, because Spock appeared beside you on the pad. You headed down to the transporter console, checking on the remaining signatures; only McCoy and the attackers remained.

“I just thought you’d be-”

“Are there medical supplies aboard?” you asked the alien female in rapid-fire, “How many of this crew are on this ship? Where are we?”

“Y/N!”

You whirled around to look at Jim when he called your name.

“Captain,” you said tersely, not even noticing Leonard when he was beamed aboard, “may I please have a word with you in whatever ready room this vessel has? Privately.”

McCoy gave you a look of questioning as you passed him, but you spelled out your emotions with your eyes.

I need to do this myself.

---

“What’s bothering you so much?” Jim asked as the door slid shut behind him and you leaned over a desk. “I assumed you’d be happy to see us.”

“I am, Jim,” you said, measuring your words, “but, my god, you have an entire crew missing. The concern has to go beyond if one person is relieved.”

He looked taken aback at this, “...You think I’m not worried? My crew is missing or dead, Y/N. I want to hold them together, but I can’t do that without you.”

“Yes, you can, Jim. That was why I left,” you whirled to face him. “The ship should be able to function without me when I’m gone! Hell, that was what I heard was happening when I was at Yorktown!”

“Maybe I don’t want to do this without you,” he said sharply. “You...you make me feel like I know what I’m doing. You make me feel right.”

“And that’s the kind of thinking that got you killed!”

With that one statement, everything seemed to come together behind his eyes.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked. His demeanor was suddenly full of concern, and you weren’t sure if you could take it. “Is that why you left?”

You sighed; there was no way to avoid it, anymore.

“You threw yourself into that warp core right after I was stabbed by Khan, before you even knew if I would survive. Did you really think that wouldn’t affect me? Did you really think I wouldn’t have noticed?”

“So Bones did tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“He told you I love you,” he admitted.

“I...kind of put it together,” you sheepishly backed away.

“Was that before or after the transfer?”

You decided not to answer that question.

“It doesn’t matter. You needed to learn to say goodbye. You needed space, I needed space.”

“Seems like we had plenty already.”

You squeezed your fists at your sides, “Can you not make jokes out of feelings for once?”

“I wasn’t trying to,” he said calmly, “I just want to know where you went. Not literally...I want to know where my best friend disappeared to after she got stabbed by a madman.”

“She learned,” you said quietly. “She learned what it was like to lose someone she loved. She got wise to everything. She got stabbed, and when she woke up, Jim, do you know where her best friend was? He was dead.”

Jim’s face turned ashen and grim. You didn’t give him an inch to respond.

“So I decided one of us had to move on. You’re a captain, for god’s sake-- you don’t get the option to not move on. But I knew you wouldn’t budge, so i had to move on for you. I had to serve my time, and I’ve been serving my time for three long years at a starbase in deep space, and I just assumed you understood why I had to leave. I guess I was wrong to think you knew how to say goodbye.”

“You never let me,” something was simmering in his voice when he spoke. “You saw me one day in the hospital and then I never saw you again.”

“You act like this didn’t hurt me!”

“Sure seems like it didn’t! I’ve never known Y/N Y/L/N as someone who runs away from confrontation like a coward!”

Your jaw hardened, and it became clear to Jim that he had crossed a line.

“That wasn’t what I meant at all-”

“No, you’ve made your stance very clear, Captain Kirk,” your voice froze over like a New York winter. “I look forward to hearing your order for getting the crew back and returning to Yorktown.”

You felt his eyes on you as you left the room to return to the crew, but you suddenly didn’t feel the need to turn around and wait for him.

You had gotten a proper lesson in saying goodbye from Jim Kirk, it seemed.

---

Tagging: @mrkrychek @wonders-of-the-multiverse @insposcollective  @7minutes-tomidnight @kaitlynw011 @justapieceofgeekytrash @catbusfurrever

#i mean honestly #that went about as well for reader and jim as it could have gone #i know how all the loose send will be tied up #but man getting there is a fucking trip #jim kirk x reader #james t kirk x reader #captain kirk x reader #jim kirk imagine #james t kirk imagine #captain kirk imagine #star trek imagine #star trek aos imagine #star trek into darkness imagine #star trek beyond imagine

[han-jumins]

RFA + minor trio being protective of MC?

I hope you like this anon! btw as much as I like vanderwood, I have no idea how to write him and feel like I won’t do justice if I did so i’ll have to leave him out for this one, sorry. If I do learn how to write him i’ll include him in my future scenarios btw I feel like I went to far from what’s supposed to be yikes, i tried to show different kinds of protectiveness though!

YOOSUNG

Yoosung was ecstastic because MC would be visiting his university to write a report about 

“I’m confused MC what’s this for again?”

“I’m telling you Yoosung, I need a survey from universities nearby. Why? You don’t want me to visit?”

“Of course I want! It’s just I can’t believe you’d pick my school when there’s one much closer to yours”

“Silly, it’s scary going to an unknown university alone. Knowing you’d be there puts me to ease” 

She kissed his cheek as he sighed in content

The following day, Yoosung waited for MC, giddy but anxious

But she didn’t really come on the time she said she would be going

So he looked for her

And he found her talking to some of his friends 

They were all crowding her as she happily talked to them

He felt himself go itchy seeing the scene but willed it away

But when one of his friends grabbed a hold of her hand muttering a “You’re beautiful”, he quickly got to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend”

He made sure to emphasize on the word as his friends stared at him in bewilderment

“She’s your girlfriend? Oh sorry bro I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah yeah it’s totally cool I just wanted you guys to know”

They put their hands up as they snickered at how jealous he’s becoming

Yoosung turned her around as they started walking the other direction, waving his hand 

Once they got to a deserted hallway he pinned her to the wall

Grasping his hands on her hips he started making out with her

“You’re mine” He growled

“Yoosung” she said breathless against him as he started attacking her neck with kisses

“Yoosung what are you doing”

“Showing them who you belong to”

He gave her one last hard kiss as he pulled on her hand 

“Cmon, you still have a report to make”

“You can’t just do that!”

ZEN

Zen wanted to take MC as his plus one in the party celebrating the success of the musical he was in

She was dressed in a slightly revealing dress and when she came out Zen had his mouth hung low

Placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone he said

“Don’t tempt me tonight, Babe”

Booping on his nose she slightly pushed him away

“Whoa there control yourself”

Zen pouted as they drove to their destination

There were many people, the crew included

Zen was actually mingling alot with the people around so he kind of left MC

She was slightly mad but she knows he means no harm

But she was quite bored 

So she took a few drinks and was starting to have fun with the company of other people

Zen was still nowhere to be found

One guy found his way to her and started talking to her

He was alright and didn’t look like he would do something bad so they talked nearly all night

With each passing minute MC kept drinking and before she knew it she was buzzed

She was faltering in her steps as the guy steadied her

“You know what you’re a cute little drunk lady. Do you want to come home with me?” He smirked

MC felt disgusted and pushed him off 

She then felt strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Zen’s body

“This cute little drunk lady is with me” The intensity of his glare made MC shrink back a bit

“If you so ever lay another hand on her I will ruin you, do you understand?”

The guy gulped as he left

“Now cmon little lady, you made me worry tonight”

JUMIN:

MC was in his office again

I mean what can she say? It was quite boring to be in the penthouse all day

She was acually roaming around the building and was greeting people wherever she goes

They all adore her

They all adore her to the point where MC starts receiving these mysterious flowers

She doesn’t know where it comes from but it always appears in her desk in her own little personal office Jumin made especially for her

She thought it was Jumin who sent them but when she asked if he went to a florist that day he was only confused

These flowers even had notes in them like

‘You are beautiful’

‘The brightness of the sun cannot compare to you’

‘You capture the hearts of many, and I am enraptured by you’

She thought it was pretty sweet but it felt awkward coming from another person

So she was trying to find out who this was, going around trying to find possible clues

Jumin noticed her odd actions thought and confronted her about it

She was slightly embarassed to be honest

“Um.. its just i’ve been trying to find out who keeps giving me these flowers”

Jumin stared at her blankly

Someone was… giving her flowers?

A sudden possesiveness came over him

Someone was sending his love flowers. Only he can do something as intimate

So when he told MC to check the CCTV she slapped a hand to her face for not thinking about it earlier

So they were rewinding tapes and Jumin would not go back to his duties until the culprit was found

This guy doesn’t give flowers to someone’s beloved and get away from it, no

So they caught this guy and Jumin confronted him telling him to stay away from MC and that she was his and his only

Everyday after that, Jumin would send her the most extravagant of bouquets 

JAEHEE:

Jaehee and MC were working in their coffee shop when a bunch of rowdy customers came in

They were really causing a ruckus and everyone was getting annoyed

But MC still had to accomodate them

They starting snickering at her when she came over

“She’s so ugly” one said

MC was suddenly aware of how she looked and how she acted

She was feeling really insecure as she clenched her fist, willing her tears away

But still she put a brave smile on

“What would you guys want to have?” She asked

“Hm, we’ll have the other waitress please” 

The group laughed and high fived each other as MC looked down

Soon arms wrapped around her shoulders as Jaehee stood menacingly towards them

They slightly cowarded at the look she was giving them as Jaehee spoke in a firm, commanding voice

“If you want to speak like that to the people working here then you will never be welcome back to this place. MC is the owner of this cafe and I would not tolerate your harsh words towards her, now pick your bags up and leave this instance” 

MC could tell Jaehee was holding back and when the group scurried over to the door, one gave them a look before sticking their tongue out and walking away

Jaehee’s glasses broke as she strated marching, wanting to judo them into oblivion

MC grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her cheek

“Thank you for saving me”

“Of course, MC. I would never let them do anything to you”

The next following days, Jaehee had been watching each and every customer MC served like a hawk

And everytime there was someone remotely rude to her she was sure to come and give them a piece of their mind

SEVEN:

They were at at disneyland celebrating their anniversary

MC loved the fact that Seven really does go out of his way when he really wants to

He was supposed to be working on something important but told her he would come on a condition that she would let him work sometime of the day while they were there

MC agreed because she understood the weight of his task 

So here they are, hand in hand struting along

They were having fun, playing games and riding different kinds of rides

MC loved taking pictures with the mascots

She especially loved taking pictures with mickey

He was actually very… clingy

But MC being oblivious paid no mind

He would link his arm around hers and they would walk together

Seven could almost feel the smirk behind the mask

They both kind of fought for MC

Mickey stayed with them for a duration of time and he would actually hold her hand

MC thought it was super cute 

Seven then decided to grab her other hand and kiss it, making her laugh by cracking some jokes

Then mickey bent down a bit and pointed at his cheek

MC kissed it

“That damn mouse, what is he doing with my girlfriend”

Seven then tried to drag her along to come to  another place but mickey came along with them, often dancing and getting cheek kisses from MC

Seven was fuming

He gave mickey the harshest glare he could muster and dragged MC away from him for good this time

Mickey created sad gestures as he skipped away

Seven breathed in relief

They spent a good amount of time after that until Seven told her he needed to work with the guilt on his face

MC gave his hand a little squeeze “It’s completely fine, I’m just going to play with the arcades here”

So Seven found a secluded place to stay and work but can’t help but feel something wrong at the back of his mind

After enconding some things, he got up to look for her

And lo and behold again it was mickey standing by her

This time with his mask off so he could see the man behind it

They were laughing as Seven came up to them and gripped her waist

Spinning her around he gave her a deep kiss

They were practicically were making out in front of mickey

He got so embarassed and apologized as he walked away

That’s right you mouse, get away from me my love 

“Seven! what are you doing!” MC asked in shock with her cheeks tinted red

He gave her a little peck on the lips 

“Just needed to show him who you belong to, I’ve always like goofy more than him anyways”

SAERAN:

They were strolling by the bay, a little getaway for them

Saeyoung suggested an outing with just the three of them

Saeran was reluctant but the fact that MC would be there coaxed him into it

I mean he probably wouldn’t allow MC and Saeyoung to be alone

So here they are at a secluded bay Saeyoung found

Seyoung was back in their little campsite to give them some privacy because cmon he only wanted to have this outing to play cupid

So MC and Saeran walked, fingers brushing against the other

His cheeks were tinted a light pink because of their proximity

But when MC moved away Saeran slightly grumbled

She only stood atop of the mini wall that seperates the ground from the sea

Easy to fall over to the other side 

Saeran’s eyes widened a fraction 

“You idiot, get down”

MC pouted

“Aw why are you such a meanie, Saeran. Killing the fun”

“I”m not killing the fun, i’m serious get down from there”

“Get down from where? I can’t hear you”

She made faces and giggled 

As she was laughing, her footing stumbled and she shrieked as she was wobbling to get her balance

Saeran’s face darkened as he quickly got to her and yanked on her arm, pulling her and crashing unto him, making them both fall down

Saeran was hugging MC close to him, his heart racing at what could have been

MC was still in a state of shock and thought Saeran was mad at her

But when she found the gentle caress of his hands trembling, that’s when she knew he was terrified

“G-God MC you” His voice was laced with worry

MC bashfully faced him and looked down where she was fiddling with his shirt

“I’m sorry”

“You better be sorry. Look what could have happened if I didn’t!- You could have- Ugh” 

Saeran tightly held her in his arms again

“I don’t want to lose you”

MC held him tighter

“You won’t, I promise”

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Showdown! - Paladins: Champions of the Realm / Skyrim

The (Long awaited?) sequel to ‘Amazing Holiday’, where Ash, Sariel and Seris have their (long awaited?) showdown. It’s not very long but, well, I’m not very good at writing long fight scenes.

“So, uh, battlemage, huh?” Sariel raised an eyebrow, carrying Seris on her back as they ran across the Realm. It didn’t come with a welcome map, so they were left to just guess where they were going - Thankfully, rumours of Paladins activities were rather frightfully easy to follow. Something about them being locked in a constant struggle with shapeshifting monsters who they never can get the upper hand of.

“Yeah, battlemage. Never was very good at the whole hacking and slashing thing, got too tired and you can probably tell why.” Seris hummed, resting her head against the side of Sariel’s neck. “That doesn’t mean I won’t pick up a sword if I need to though, although now I rarely do need to.”

“I never could get the hang of that magic stuff. I know a few spells but, well, it just didn’t work out for me, although I’m pretty handy with a healing spell. But I could kill an entire army wielding only a knife and fork any day of the week.” Sariel shrugged. “And that’s not even my primary battle skills. Nothing is more satisfying to me than the weight of my greatsword taking someone’s head off, or the sound of a well struck arrow taking down it’s foe.”

“I prefer just a simple disintegration and run. That or just send them flying half way across Skyrim, that’s ALWAYS satisfying.” Seris chuckled.

“Oh, you’re dead right there.” Sariel agreed, laughing. She never thought she would be so grateful to meet another Dragonborn in all her life, especially not a like-minded one.

“Buncha cowards.” Ash laughed as the small squad they had just been fighting fled rather rapidly when she delivered the payload the last few seconds, taking it to the face as the cart full of explosives served it’s purpose. Fernando hid his ever-precious face behind his shield. Accompanying them was Seris, Tyra and Maeve, who debating raiding the fleeing coin purses, but her injuries made her decide against it.

They quickly set up a small camp in the remains of the captured base in Fish Market, something which from experience took them only a mere couple of hours, where Seris tended the injured - Which was all of them - in her usual fashion. Most of the Paladins were still a little bit unsure of how they felt about being directly healed by the souls of others trapped in the Abyss. Some of them were still unsure of how they felt about the Oracle of the Abyss as a whole, although she seemed friendly enough once you got past her creepy exterior. Fortunately, her little group had taken quite a liking to her, it made healing them that much easier.

Idle chatter took the Paladins as Tyra prepared them dinner. No matter where she was, the Untamed always managed to find game for them to eat and while salty roasted meats were perhaps not the nicest of foods, food was food after a long battle and none of them were in a hurry to refuse it. Fernando tried his luck flirting with his team of ladies over the dinner, but a threat of a new haircut from Maeve saw him stopping that. If there was one thing that Maeve of Blades did not do, it was idle threats about cutting things and Fernando quite liked his long, sexy hairstyle. He still complained about Seris to the bump on his head from where Ash had crashed it into Drogoz, and the lizard was still conveniently missing in action.

Seris rolled her eyes behind her blindfold as Fernando complained not that it hurt but that it ruined his good looks. “Time will heal your wounds, Fernando. I can do no more and I care not for your looks.” She told him. It was a useful thing that most of the Paladins had mistaken the blindfold for her being unable to see, where in reality she saw everything so clearly she had no need of eyesight anymore. In fact, it detracted from her gift.

“Stop complaining about your precious looks, pig. You haven’t got any anyway.” Ash laughed. It was a deliberate provocation and Fernando just sat back with a small, offended pout. After all, he was the hottest one on the team, right? Right? He tried to act all confident but even the Self Appointed Knight felt insecure sometimes, although he did his best to mask it quickly, putting on a smile.

“You are just jealous, amigo. After all, we all know that I am the sexiest member of this team.” Fernando boasted.

“We all know that you are the most big headed member of the team, ‘amigo’.” Maeve answered back, harmlessly teasing. He was begging for it.

It started a small debate on who was truly the sexiest person on the team. At some point, without them noticing, their camp grew by two unexpected Dragonborn guests.

“I think you’ll find that I’m the sexiest person on this team.” Sariel interrupted soon enough with a somewhat amused expression. She would admit that she’d never had two ‘guns’, a flamethrower and two daggers pointed at her so fast in all her life. Then again, she’d never had a combination like that pointed at her in all her life. The only one that didn’t become aggressive was Seris.

“Hello wanderers, Sariel and Seris. We weren’t expecting guests.” Seris greeted them. Almost before she had finished talking though, Fernando had dropped his lance and grabbed the two Dragonborns with both arms, squishing himself between them.

“My, damsels, you look even more beautiful out here than in that place of hell! Do tell my friends how I heroically rescued you from the clutches of the evil monsters, while Ash and Drogoz were kept busy.” Fernando grinned.

“That, or you can let us go and we won’t tell what REALLY happened.” Seris wasted little time answering, feeling already the urge to singe his hair with her magic. Fernando got the hint quickly enough, dropping them and sitting down. “Is he always like that?”

“Only around ladies.” Ash replied, taking a toothpick and chewing the end lightly. “How the hell did you find your way here?”

“No offence, but you guys are stupidly easy to find. Just ask at any town about Paladins they’ll point you in the right direction.” Sariel snorted. “You could at least TRY and cover your tracks if you don’t want to be found.”

“Try to tell the rest of them that.” Seris muttered, before introducing herself. Tyra and Maeve soon did the same, the Untamed dropping two chunks of meat on plates for their new guests while the Paladin of Blades fascinated herself inspecting Sariel’s greatsword. “Sharp weapons are somewhat of a specialty of Maeve’s.” Seris gave by way of explanation.

“So, you here for our showdown?” Ash asked after the introductions, snapping her toothpick. She was trying to be intimidating, bless her.

Dragonborns were immune to intimidation.

“You’ve had a busy day. We can fight in the morning, to give you a chance of lasting even just a few seconds longer.” Seris replied with a small shrug, earning a laugh from Ash.

“Fine, I’ll take that, but I could beat you both now. You’re just dragging out the inevitable.” Ash smirked, even as she turned over into her bedroll for the much needed sleep. Bemused, the rest of the Paladins followed suit, although one later than the others.

Maeve learned the hard way that night why Sariel always kept a dagger in her boot and her admiration of the Dragonborn went up massively in those few seconds she found the dagger plunged into her hand.

Morning found the Paladins in a primarily messy heap. It had gotten cold over the night, leading to them all unknowingly huddling closer to their Front Liners - Fernando might have been a smug bastard, but he was also extremely warm to cuddle against. And a messy sleeper. It took longer than it should just for the five to disentangle themselves from the awkward ways they’d ended up asleep and figure out who’s bedroll was who’s. Seris at some point slipped into the Shadow Realm to avoid the morning mess, and was making some soup for breakfast.

Sariel was sunbathing - In full armour - on the docks while the other Seris meditated, gathering her magicka and the strength of her Voice for the upcoming fight. She’d tried to recommend the same to the Bosmer, but Sariel had just laughed and said that meditation was beyond her at this point and she just wanted to enjoy the sun and climates closer to Valenwood before they returned to the cold, harsh landscape of Skyrim. Seris did not argue that.

“Ready for our throwdown? I’m good to beat you to the dirt any time.” Ash taunted, coming up behind the Dragonborns. She planned on scaring them slightly but apparently elf ears were good at hearing loud, clunky footsteps. The two got up, Sariel stretching and cracking her back while Seris designated yesterday’s capture point as a good place for the battle, since it was even on both sides.

“Do not worry, I’m prepared for the outcome.” The Paladin Seris reassured the two Dragonborns. Sariel went to take her place on one side of the point while Seris hung back slightly.

“You already know who will win, don’t you?” The Dunmer asked, head tilting slightly.

“I know things that are, things that were, and things that have not yet come to pass.” Seris non-answered, earning a laugh from the Dragonborn Seris.

“I like you.” She grinned, giving the Paladin Seris a light punch on the arm, teasing, and running to the battlefield.

“Two Vs One duel, pitting the Dragonborns Sariel and Seris against the Paladin, Ash, known more widely by her title The War Machine. The rules are that you fight using your own abilities with no external aid. The winner is declared either when the other concedes defeat or if the fight cannot continue.” Tyra announced from the sort of impromptu observation platform in the tower.

They started facing opposite ways, Ash to the newly captured base and the Dragonborns to the launching point of yesterday, readying their spells and weapons. A grenade from Tyra’s ‘Nade Launcher served as their queue to begin the fight.

Ash spun around right away, readying her cannon to blast. She expected one of the Dragonborns to charge forward. Instead they both stayed put momentarily, facing towards her and Shouting. “Why are you yelling? I haven’t even started to pound you yet!” Ash taunted.

She didn’t know what ‘FUS RO DAH’ meant, but she knew it could send her flying over the walls uncontrollably into the middle of their camp. Paladin Seris got this slight grin on her face at seeing Ash at a disadvantage. The War Machine didn’t even notice, too busy she was getting angry and charging back into the control point. She dropped down her Siege Shield to temporarily protect herself from the barrage of spells Dragonborn Seris sent her way, the distance covered by the shield enough for her to give the Dunmer a blast to the face with the Burst Cannon.

Dragonborn Seris didn’t even flinch.

The Paladins watched as Ash spent a few minutes being the ball in a round of what appeared more like Dragonborn Ping Pong, being blasted and Shouted across the map, set on fire, frozen, zapped by lightning and slashed at with the greatsword. They - Well, Fernando, Maeve and Tyra - wondered why Ash didn’t just throw in the towel after the first two minutes, but they soon realised why when Ash leaped into the air, yelling “C’MON! LET’S FIGHT!” and slamming her banner into the ground.

For those few seconds, she was immortal. Nothing could even touch her, and she used that to take down the less armoured Dragonborn Seris with an onslaught from her Burst Cannon. Explosives to the face weren’t her strong point and the Dunmer, dripping her own blood everywhere, was forced to withdraw momentarily to use some healing spells. It wasn’t against the rules. Dragonborn Seris didn’t even have to step into the battlefield again.

Ash’s invulnerability wore off after the few seconds and she turned to face Sariel, aiming a blast straight at the remaining Dragonborn. She wasn’t certain what the words ‘WULD NAH KEST’ meant either, but the Shout sent Sariel behind her with such speed she might as well have teleported - maybe she even did - and gave Sariel the time to cast her own invincibility power.

Today she had witnessed the Dragonborns breathing fire, frost, freezing her in place, sending her flying around, becoming ghosts to avoid damage, teleporting, and other things that made her think she was imagining this whole fight. But the sight of Sariel, charging at her with greatsword raised, every shot from the Burst Cannon having exactly no effect, made Ash realise what a stupid idea this fight may actually have been. 

SHE was about to be the one pounded into the dirt.

Sariel had used a higher power to gain half a minute of invulnerability and she planned to use it well. Her greatsword slashed and swung at Ash while the War Machine could only try to back up and dodge, but she ended up taking most of the blows to the face, unable to do anything to deter the Dragonborn. Soon enough she was forced onto her knees, admitting defeat only seconds before she would have had her head parted from her shoulders. HOW Sariel had managed to stop that swing in time, Ash didn’t know, but she was grateful of it. A trip to respawn was not in the list of things she wanted that day if she could avoid it.

“You are both worthy adversaries. Ha! Few could best me in combat like that.” Ash laughed, giving them a warrior’s salute while Paladin Seris jumped into the square to give the War Machine some much needed medical attention.

“You have proven yourself to be an honourable opponent as well.” Sariel acknowledged, saluting back.

“Perhaps one day we could have a rematch of this right. It would be interesting to see, if things might change.” Dragonborn Seris mused, giving a small bow. “Know that you are a welcome warrior in my plane of Mundus, if ever you might drop by for a visit.”

“As you are in mine. May you die with honour and a sword in your hand.” Sariel nodded. Ash laughed at the blessing, but she didn’t argue. She’d ‘die’ with her cannon in hand, every time.

They parted ways as respectful friends, and Fernando gained two new crushes that day.

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