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igotanidea · 1 year

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The L word: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: How the hell did these two end up together? They constantly tease and spite each other.... Well, Jason and Y/N had their banter on at all times, but there were something more behind the surface.

A/N: I caught a cold so this might suck. And I am a sucker for WFA Jason so bear with me......

5 years ago.

Y/N Y/L/N was a part of batfamily since she could remember. Never really adopted, just taken in due to her skills and urge to do something good. Unlike many of the kids Bruce decided to put under his wings, she was more of a teenager when he first offered her his protection and care. Which meant that when she first arrived at the Manor there were like 10 people inside, all eyes on her and it made her feel a bit uncomfortable.

“Hey little one. You must be Y/N. I’m Dick. The oldest brother. So nice to meet you.” the black-haired boy almost crushed her in a tight grip.

“I… um.. hi. I’m not really a hugger, but…..”

“You’ll get used to it. Believe me, you will never have a single alone moment here.” The boy just smiled before letting her go. “Let me introduce you to the others.”

“I am fairly sure we can introduce ourselves.”

“Right. Cause you are the first one to do this.” Dick smirked and rolled his eyes “Y/N, meet my little unruly brother Jason. He’s the black sheep in the family.”

“Looks like he’s proud of this title.” Y/N tilted her head slightly “but from what I heard you prefer color red than black, don’t you?”

“You cracked me. Good for you. At least you know who to look out for.”

“Can’t wait for you to show me if you live up to your name, red.” She smirked and Jason’s eyes glistened a bit.

“All right. That is not disturbing at all” Dick rubbed his forehead “Let’s move on. Where is Tim?”

“Batcave. The entire team is there. Something about debriefing, I guess.” Jason muttered

“And why aren’t you there?”

“Hm. I don’t know. Partially because I don’t give a …..”

“JASON!”

“….and partially because I’m busy.”

“With what exactly?”

“Honestly? Everything else.” He shrugged and resumed his reading.

“I’m so sorry about him, Y/N. Jason can be a little …. Intense.” Dick turned towards the girl apologetically with a bit of embarrassment on his face.

“I can tell.” She smirked watching the other boy carefully. There was something about his attitude and sarcasm that captured her attention.

***

The second she came inside she got Jason’s attention. She was different than any other batkid. She wasn’t like Dick and Steph with all their joy and sunshine and rainbows, and yet she had this quiet optimism inside. She wasn’t like Tim with his workaholic tendencies and yet she always did so much, never talking about it. She was not like Cass and Damian with their assassin origins, and yet there was something about her that warned not to cross path with her. It was like Y/N Y/L/N was a perfect mix of every trait he liked (or rather was willing to slip) and hated about people. A walking contradiction. Oh, and her fluent irony and sarcasm….. She was the only one good enough with that to ever come close to him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed their little bantering and spiteful conversations. Which were happening way to often for the comfort of the rest of the family.

“Jason Peter Todd.” She stood in the middle of the room, in front of the couch he was sitting on with her arms crossed over her chest.

“You found out my dirty secret I see.” He smirked, eyes fixed on her face

“Your middle name? Sure, I will never let you live through it.”

“Not sure how I’m gonna survive it.”

“You won’t. Trust me, you won’t. After all, it’s the same name as the one famous boy who never wanted to grow up. Maybe the same happened to you, judging by the way you act sometimes.”

“Really?” he stood up, towering over her, but she did not falter even in the slightest

“Yes.” her face expression was stone cold

“See how much I care. Dick told you at the beginning I’m the black sheep of the family.”

“With that hair you are more like Cruella de Ville of the family.”

“Auch. Y/N. Are you aiming to be Elsa?”

“What? I don’t….”

“ Talking about the Disney villains? You are Elsa from Frozen. So… damn… cold.”

“Elsa was not a villain, you idiot! And besides, since when are you so familiar with Disney movies?”

“Dark times in my life…..”

“Cut the crap. Where the hell is my gear? I know you took it.”

“I did not. I mean, I didn’t literally take it.”

“What did you do, Jason?”

He hung on the rooftop like a flag.

***

2 years ago.

“Are you trying to replace me?” he was leaning on the doorframe watching y/n punch and kick the opponents in a simulation fight.

“I’ve been trying to do that for the last three years. Not much of a success, though.”

“Hm. Maybe it’s time to give up?”

“Nah. Not really my style. I will take you down Todd. Eventually.”

“Sure. You keep telling yourself that.”

“Why are you here, again, Jason? Wanted to have a look at my ass during the training?” she smirked turning around. “Be my guest.”

“Honey. Why do you think we got mirrors in the training room? I got the view onto my ass, that’s all I need.”

“UGH! That is gross!” she flinched

“You asked for it.” He shrugged

“What do you want Todd? I’m busy.”

“No. Angry is what you are. And I don’t like it. I’m the angsty one in this household.”

“You don’t like being dethroned, do you?”

“Y/N.”

“What?!” she turned around so fast that only due to his instincts he avoided being punched right in the face.

“Let’s get some of this energy out.”

“Jason Peter Todd.” She stopped and grabbed her heart “Are you asking me to spar with you?”

“I know, I know. It’s an honor for you. but what can I say, I am feeling generous today.”

“Bring it on, Red.”

***

1 year ago

“How the hell did these two even got together? I mean I get why Jason fell for her, but the other way round?” Tim scratched his head in confusion watching Jason and Y/N tease each other mercilessly on the other side of the table during the family dinner. No one in the universe would guess these two were a couple.

“They are both crazy that is how.” Damian muttered chewing on his veggies.

“I think they are sweet.” Steph grinned and immediately met with two pairs of surprised eyes “what?! They get each other.” She added innocently taking a sip of her drink

“That is ever more concerning….” Tim muttered

On the other side of the table

“You sure you can eat that, Todd? I heard your gear is getting tight in some areas.” Y/N teased him without caring about anyone else being forced to hear it.

“Care to specify what areas you have in mind Y/L/N? Any of them you like more than others?”

“Surely not your head, you pinhead. That helmet will fall off if you don’t adjust it soon.”

“Hm. Speaking about the gear. Some little bird told me you are making changes to yours? Something about the shortage of material?”

“ It’s been a while since I modernized. If Dick could have had his Discowing, maybe I can try something new as well….”

“Care to share any of your ideas?”

“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Y/N.”

“Hm, you know, looking at you right now I call back everything I said. You don’t need a helmet at all, your face is already red enough.”

“I hate you.”

“I know. And I don’t care.”

“I’ll take my revenge on you. “

“Is that a promise?”

“COULD YOU TWO JUST STOP IT!?”

“Look what you did, Y/n. You angered the Batman. Now you will have to apologize.”

“How about I kick your ass and humiliate you publicly as a form of compensation?”

***

Now.

“Stop hiding there, you creep. I can see you.”

“ Todd.” The youngest Wayne took a few step forward observing the scene in front of him. Y/N was curled up into Jason’s side, half-asleep, breathing slowly, while one of his arms was wrapped around her, pulling her in softly, the other holding the book he was reading to her out loud.

“What the hell do you want?”

“I…. I wanted to ask you something…..”

“Ask?” he raised an eyebrow and shifted his position slightly not to wake the girl up and still face his brother. “Since when are you asking?”

“Shut up!” he hissed and Y/N squirmed

“No, you shut up, demon. I swear if you wake her, I will make sure you never get any sleep in your life ever again.” Jason growled. Much to his surprise, Damian just looked down a bit saddened “Hey, are you losing your mind more than usual under that dome?”

“I’m thinking. “

“Well that is new.” Jason rolled his eyes.

“I am not good with all this relationship stuff. And I wanted to know….”

“And you came to me to ask?”

“Well in case you did not notice, you are the only one in the family with the girl next to you!” Damian hissed. “Even Grayson failed in that area with his on and off romance.”

“Fair point” Jason smiled and rubbed Y/N’s side affectionately causing her to lean into his touch and humm quietly.

“How?”

“What?”

“How did you do it? You are harsh. You tease her constantly to the point where it becomes mean. You are full of emotions and yet are emotionally unavailable. You tend to be impulsive and act before you think. And you…. you are not really prince charming, Todd.

"Careful with the words there...." Jason warned

"All I'm saying, and we both know that, is that you are not exactly a boyfriend material. So … how?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. Guess I was just myself? Never pretending? Maybe that is why? Because she knew all of me from the beggining? But I don’t know. It's like she sees something more to me” he sighed deeply “there were multiple times when I thought I don’t deserve her, but….”

“What?” Damian was just standing in the room, his face half hidden in the shadows. Even that little menace knew better than to ruin the moment of Jason's honestly and vulnerability.

“I don’t know.” Jason sighed deeply consumed by the thoughts. Just like he said, there have been hundredths and hundredths moments were that little question creeped in his mind. Why? Why did she want him? Of course, he was the best in this family of vigilantes, the most handsome and surely the most skillful, but still… she was just too good for him. And yet, despite his anger, his past, his everything she just accepted him constantly choosing to give him attention (or harassment at times), time and her best (and worse) self. Hell, she adjusted to him, and without even realizing it, he did the same. He adjusted to her. Like two puzzle pieces in a two-piece jigsaw. He felt that every time she was next to him, in his arms and every time he kissed her, but also every time she laughed at him, because he did something stupid and every time she kicked his ass during training and definitely every time she iced him because he went too far in his action, and when he realized how much her presence changed his behavior and how much he wanted and needed her.

“Todd?” Damian almost whispered throwing Jason out of his reverie.

“What?”

“Do you …. love her?”

“Love?” Jason repeated this word, letting it roll of his tongue, his eyes drifting to her beautiful, sleeping face and he smiled like never before, sudden realization dawning on him. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love her.” He closed his eyes enjoying the warmth spreading in his chest going up to his cheeks. He never thought about it before neither did he say it “I love her.” He repeated. It sounded nice and right. “And if you ever tell anyone about what just happened, I will….”

“I won’t Todd. Just this one time I’ll keep your secret of your soft side safe. ”

Two brothers looked at each other in the silent agreement. None of them would ever say that but thanks to this little exchange of words a lot of things made sense for both of them. Damian sighed, Jason nodded and the younger one left without saying anything more.

***

Raindrops on the windowsill woke her up. Jason was already awake, lying on his side of the bed, reading a book from the previous night, now keeping his distance from her.

"You're reading our book without me?" she tilted her head, eyeing him carefully.

"Not my fault you fell asleep in the middle of the chapter. Did you think I'll be able to resist continuing?"

“I guess not....." she muttered, her gaze turning a bit sad and it made his heart skip a bit. Did he hurt her?

"Y/N. I didn't mean to...."

"Of course you did. You always do. And I'm gonna explain it to you why I don;t give a damn about it ......” the girl trailed propping herself on the elbow and he immediately looked at her, only slighly surprised. They have been together for a while, but what if she didn't feel the same why about him? What if she didn't L him?

“Do you have anything smart to say, Y/L/N?” he teased rolling his eyes.

“You love me, Jason Todd?” she raised an eyebrow and he turned slightly red. Oh, shit.

“I guess you really are a light sleeper, huh?” that little embarassed tinge in his voice which he tried to cover desperatly did not pass her.

“Um, hello? Did you forget who raised us? Apparently alerted sleep comes in handy. Sometimes.” she moved a bit closer to him smirking. “Jason.” her voice turned a bit more serious. “I need you to be honest with me. Can you handle it?”

“Not sure. Depends on what are you going to say next.” shit, he was shaking in anticipation for her words to come, becoming so freaking nervous.

“Was what you said true? Do you…. do you….?”

“Yes.” There weren’t any sign of hesitation in his voice. However, the harder part was saying the L word to her. How the fuck was it possible that he used it for the first time while speaking to Damian and not her!?

“Well…. Me too.”

“You too what?” he teased grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him and slowly leaning in.

“I too wanna hit your face.”

“Define “hit.” he leaned even closer. “the meaning of the word can vary under given circumstances. Like what do you wanna hit me with?”

“ I’ll let you figure it out by yourself.”

“I can handle that.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers, so freaking close her breath hitched involuntarily.

“Come on you two lovebirds! Breakfast is on the table! Get up!” Dick busted through the door, making them jump away from one another at once, grinned playfully and disappeared again.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Jason groaned falling back onto the cushions, facing the ceiling and hiding his flushed face in his hands.

“I call dibs on that!” she laughed, quickly getting out of bed.

“You promise?” he grabbed her hand before she left the room, spinning her around to face him.

“Guess you will have to wait and see. Now come on, Alfred will kill us if we’re late for breakfast.” she raised on her toes, pressed her lips against his briefly and rushed off the room. "Last one at the table's a sucker!!"" she yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, causing all the sibilings to run from their rooms to avoid loosing.

Well, all the siblings, except Jay. Poor (or not) boy, was left alone, unable to move a single muscle, wondering why her kiss tasted differently this time.

Maybe it was because he did love her.

@pinksirensong

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minuteminx · 1 year

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My biggest frustration as a Preston fan in the Fallout 4 fandom is not actually the people who make hate content (that’s annoying and awful but my block button is a pretty great balm for that); no, it’s actually the multitude of people who “would like him if…” “would have been more willing to spend time with him if…”

Call me crazy, but aside from the annoying radiant quest mechanic (which can be circumvented if you 1. Listen to Radio Freedom everyone once and a while, 2. Don’t do the quests you’re assigned bc you’ll only get a couple at a time before it stops, and 3. Make sure your settlements are in good shape. You have so much less to do if you settlements are taken care of on the front end. If they have a high enough defense and they’re under attack? THEY DEFEND THEMSELVES. Imagine that. Anyway) I actually LIKE how the game handles Preston and the MM.

Maybe it’s just me coming from Dragon Age fandom, where in the very first game, my fresh out-out-of-orientation Grey Warden is asked to take the lead by someone with more seniority because the more senior person is riddled with grief, survivor’s guilt, and insecurity that they’d be able to do a good job… sound familiar? Preston asks you to be the General because after everything he has been through, he’s not ready to fill that role. He can’t stomach the responsibility because he is afraid he’ll mess it up, that he’ll let people down.

But the thing is, he still does the General Stuff. He is the one organizing, communicating with settlements, strategizing, expanding, recruiting, giving orders, etcetera, etcetera. The sole who agrees to be the General is honestly just a figurehead for the settlers and a sounding board for Preston’s ideas. At the end of the day it is not the Sole Survivor who settlers run to, excited to thank them for all their help and make donations. It’s not the Sole Survivor who is viewed as the face of the MM. It’s Preston.

Do I wish the game came full circle and acknowledged that? Oh yeah I do, which is why I’m writing fanfic. I think that Preston deserved a personal quest where you retake Quincy from the Gunners and get revenge on Clint. I think the end of his story should be the Sole Survivor acknowledging that he’s been the General the entire time and bequeathing that title back to him now that he is recovering and ready for it. That’s really all I would have needed to feel like his story was complete.

As is, I enjoy traveling with Preston in game. He is refreshing. He has a lot of hopeful commentary about the Commonwealth, a lot of sarcasm and dry humor, and it’s great. He actually gives you less quests when he’s traveling with you as a companion, too.

His romance is lovely. It is the only one with some additional dialogue if you do the flirts, successfully initiate, then back out when he asks if you’re sure. He will come back later and say “listen, I know last time we talked, you said you weren’t ready to move on, but it’s been a while now and I still feel the same about you. I was wondering if you thought you might feel the same about me.” He also is genuinely so happy and excited to be with you. He gets a little more flirtatious. talking about MM regulations not covering your little situation (little eyebrow wiggle included). He calls you babe and tells you to be careful. It’s just as rich of a romance as literally any of the others.

I’m not sure where I’m going with this, but I’ve been seeing a number of new posts in this vein lately and I guess I wanted to add my thoughts. 😌

#preston garvey #fallout 4

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darlingbabyboo · 10 months

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(He's beautiful 😍) love my boy so much, I needed to make this post about him because he exists rent free in my head ❤️‍🔥

Warning: overwhelming love and me inserting some ship opinions (but actually, I mention suicide briefly

First off, let me say that I wholeheartedly choose to believe that Hanma has heterochromia. The only reason that the anime doesn't show it because they're cowards

Anyways,

Starting with the entirety of his life

Because the manga severely deprived us of a backstory, I'll never forgive you Wakui it is up to me to conjure up something that makes sense

I'm saying it with all the love in my heart, Hanma has such strong fatherless and motherless energy

It's probably from neglect, I don't think he was physically abused, I just think he didn't have a lot of love in his life

He probably got his tattoos when he was insanely young because his family just, like didn't care

Also, I don't remember where, but there's a headcanon saying that Hanma's dad is a police chief and I'm deeply obsessed with that idea and I think that it actually makes a lot of sense

Like his dad pushed him away even further because he didn't want his rep ruined because of his delinquent son

Also makes sense that Hanma wasn't caught when he was a fugitive (I don't believe that he could have run from the law for that long, I mean, have you seen this man??? This clown attracts attention everywhere he goes)

It would also add up if Hanma gets bored so easily because he's a rich kid and his life's so predictable. He wants something: he'll just get it. It's absolutely horrible

If I had to guess what his mom was, I would say she either left him when he was young or she was an actress/singer (I don't know why it feels like it would fit)

Hanma probably didn't have a lot of friends growing up (pretty sure that's canonical) and the reason that he's so strange and weird is because he had a wild imagination to occupy himself when he was growing up

Got into fights because he was very possessive as a kid (he probably didn't drop that trait when growing up, let's be honest), so when he saw some other kids try to play on the playground, he immediately went into fight mode

He was born really strong, so other kids kinda stopped messing with him and they treated him really well (where he got his dream of wanting to be treated like a king and having 100 servants)

He got bored so he moved on to seeking out fights, lo and behold

He got his Reaper title

Was of course really bored until some light came into life

He met Kisaki!

I think he loved Kisaki so much because 1) Kisaki was nefarious and he couldn't really guess what he was going to do next and 2) he's literally never had a friend before in his entire life and Kisaki quickly became his best one

Like, y'all can talk as much as you want about Kisaki, but he and Hanma had something

Their sleepovers might have consisted of Hanma playing video games while Kisaki's playing with people's lives but if that'snot friendship then what is

If y'all aren't planning the downfall of your enemies with your bestie then can you even consider yourself friends???

100% believe that Hanma has called Kisaki the light of his life

Or something weird like, you're the torch in my circus act or some shit

Kisaki probably hated the nicknames but it probably just fueled Hanma even more

Lives to annoy people

Completely random but I have to insert because I will forever ship Hanmai but I choose to believe that Hanma fell more Mikey after he tried to kick his ass and then when Mikey actually did kick his ass

It just seems so Hanma to fall for someone who hates him and has beaten the crap out of him

Kisaki would make fun of him for it, I know he would

On how much Hanma knows about Kisaki's plan, I think he chooses to know very little because he enjoys being shocked

I think that Kisaki would probably tell Hanma if he asked, who would Hanma tell?

Og Timeline:

Honestly, at this point what does that even mean?

But anyways, I honestly think that Hanma would have committed suicide

He doesn't really have anyone in his life and he's going to get bored one day

It's either that or jail

Just very depressing for me to think about

Bad Toman timeline:

Hanma probably uses his connections to the police, has a lot of fun because he has a friend and can do whatever he wants, breaks lots of teeth and enjoys everyone else's suffering

Bonten timeline:

Probably just trying to survive right? Like, Kisaki was dead in this timeline (god, there are so many timelines that I might be losing track or getting them confused with each other) so it's not like he had anyone to care about him

He was also on the run

Maybe he would have gotten recruited in another gang

I think he would have gone on living in order to keep Kisaki's legacy going on like wearing some of his old clothes, wearing his glasses, stuff like that

I don't know, this one is also pretty depressing

Final timeline:

He's actually very good at photography but I think the troll in him chose to take shoddy pictures of Takemichi's wedding

It's just so him

He either overcharges or undercharges, he's just that great

I don't remember if there are any other timelines so moving on

Random stuff (will be inserting ship opinions, lol)

Probably copied Takemichi's hatred of Kisaki, doesn't know why they hate him, but okay best bud!

Will obliterate anyone who bad talks Kisaki

Low empathy and sympathy for people and he enjoys other people in pain but that's more because the world is cruel and he decided to be crueler

Shameless flirt

Would flirt with someone in a relationship, if you destroy your relationship, that's not his problem

It's not his fault that he's so irresistible

I don't think that he has trust issues because he's very perceptive (way more then people give him credit for)

Don't need trust issues when you already know what everyone has planned

Makes his birthday a really big deal (if you're with him, be prepared to get him an extravagant present because he has no filter and will tell you when he thinks a present is ass)

But also, I think he forgets if his birthday is, like, the next day

Knows that Ran and Kakucho don't like/trust him but he literally could not give a fuck

He has also grown up with people not really liking him so he doesn't care

Spends as much time as he can with them because he adores pissing people off

He would probably try to sleep with them tbh to make them hate themselves (I don't know but my baby lowkey gives off whore vibes and he already likes fucking with people so two birds one stone)

Cares very little for people's opinions

Unless those people like him, then his opinions flip completely

Him and Draken would lowkey make a lot of sense guys, like forgetting the fact that in one of the timelines he aided in killing Emma, the love of Draken's life

Think about the fact that Draken sees the best in people and Hanma definitely appreciates Draken if you know what I mean

All Hanma needs is a little love and he's good guys (don't wanna call him easy, I mean, look at him, but throughout the manga he only has one person and that breaks my heart)

Mitsuya is also in a similar position as Draken

I will not let go of Hanma having a crush on Hanma and a relationship Hanma and Mikey could be possible!!!

I'm not delusional, please guys

I think Hanma would enjoy Mikey when he's good or bad because he pretty much subverts expectations

He's small but he gives off such intense vibes

He's a serious person when he needs to be but he's also incredibly childish

He's super strong but you wouldn't expect it from someone of Mikey's build

The darkness that lies underneath those blonde locks would appeal to Hanma soo much

And I think Mikey would like someone like Hanma who's carefree, silly, and strong and has also done some crappy things and won't judge Mikey for his darker thoughts (though he may encourage him to indulge in them, but every relationship has flaws! )

I mean, c'mon guys, join me, ship them!!!!

They both crave unconditional love and I think they would give it to each other

Would do shit like name a snake cat and ask people if they want to see his pet cat (can you imagine him doing that to Chifuyu, it's gold)

Was probably an only child but if he had siblings they were probably like golden children who are 20 years older then him

Hanma gives off accident baby vibes

Judgmentally unjudgmental

If you killed someone, he wouldn't judge you for killing someone, would probably have a few comments on how bad you are at killing people and ask if you need tips

One things that's stated with his character is that he likes/admires seniors and I'm going two ways with that

He either respects that they've lived for so long

Or he had a grandpa or some other old person treat him well when he was younger (probably a teacher or something)

Fan of cartoons and childish sorta shows/movies

Finds all the murders and bloody in adult stuff unrealistic (and he would know)

Can't cook but can bake

Unlike Chifuyu, who I think can cook not bake

You guys could be a power couple, all you need to do is accept the fact that he manipulated your friend into killing your other friend

Everyone makes mistakes

That's actually so sad, these headcanons make me wish that I could be his childhood friend or something and shower him with all the love he deserves

Kazutora probably forgave Hanma because of self-hatred stuff idk

They would make each other the worst friendship bracelets ever and unironically never take them off

Then they would kiss softly on the lips

This could be a thing. Someone please make it a thing.

Second friend Hanma makes in his entire life

Hates reading but has read an astonishing number of classic books (like guys, he gets bored quickly, I wholeheartedly believe that he has tried everything)

Athletic

Has lots of domestic thoughts because he craves for that familial connection

Would not advertise that though

Probably would openly mock it

Good with kids (because he had the mind of one)

Can also see him using his free time to scare kids at the playground

Loves being spoiled, not because he likes things but because he likes the care and love received from someone

Randomly spoils those he loves with things

Horribly touch starved

Would actually be so good in a relationship because he's very devout and loyal to the people he cares about

Conclusion:

Hanma deserves good things, and I need to give it to him

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE Yoyaku Tokuten Drama CD ”Awakened to Chaos”

Original title: 混沌への目覚め

Source: Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE Yoyaku Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Kondou Takashi, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke, Morikawa Toshiyuki, Morikubo Shoutari & Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: Phew. This CD was quite the challenge since it’s a whole 40 minutes long. I have translated long drama CDs plenty of times in the past but it honestly had been a while since I came across one which is longer than half an hour. I guess this CD is meant to be kind of an introduction to the game since it’s pretty much just every boy realizing that something feels ‘off’ about their current family as well as harboring strong feelings for Eve which they cannot quite explain since they’ve all lost their memories and are therefore under the assumption that she’s an absolute stranger to them.

Ayato: God…Ruki really had to force us to sit through some long-ass strategy meeting as soon as the Supreme Overlord passed away. They talked ‘bout way too much useless crap! All that really matters is that tomorrow we should go and steal Eve - the vital piece in becoming the next Overlord - from the Church, right?

Yet he kept on ramblin’ on ‘bout other random bullshit. …No way in hell I’m lettin’ those other bastards have Eve. I’ll burst into that Church first and make her mine, no matter what. I won’t let Ruki have her either. I could care less that he’s the ‘oldest’ of the family. I don’t see why I should give her up to him. I’ll become the Supreme Overlord and rise to the top! ーー Exactly. That’s the only reason why I’m interested in Eve in the first place. …Or at least, it should be. So why does something feel off? Is that really…the only reason why I want Eve so badly? Or do I have an even better reasoning for yearning after her…? Hm…

*Rustle*

Ayato: Argh! Enough thinkin’...! I’m gonna see her tomorrow anyway. That might help me figure this out.

Ayato keeps on walking.

Ayato: …Ah? Where am I? I was just mindlessly wanderin’ ‘round and ended up quite far away. …Aah!? Isn’t this place close to the Scarlet family’s manor!? Fuck… Did I really come that far? …Wait, is that?

*Rustle*

Ayato: That’s Shuu from the Scarlet Family sittin’ by that tree, isn’t it? Why is he sleepin’ over there? …Heh, whatever. Imma kick his ass to get rid of this annoyin’ feelin’.

Ayato approaches Shuu.

Ayato: ーー Oi, Shuu! Why are you nappin’ over here!?

*Rustle rustle*

Shuu: Nn…Nnh…

Ayato: Wake up! …Get up and face me.

Shuu: Oh…Ayato, it’s you. What brings you here?

Ayato: I’m feelin’ restless right now. Which means it’s the perfect time for a fight!

Shuu: God…I can’t even sleep in peace here?

Ayato: Oi, get a grip of yourself! What’s the fun in fightin’ someone who’s still half asleep?

Shuu: Shut up…I’m not going to fight you. Go away.

Ayato: Oh come on, be my opponent! Stand up already!

Shuu: Pwaah…

Ayato: Che…You don’t know how to have fun. Guess there’s no point in tryin’ to battle a damn sissy. Whatever! I’m goin’ home!

Ayato stomps away.

Shuu: Haah…He finally left, huh? Guess I’ll go for another nap.

*Rustle*

Shuu: Oh…Tomorrow we’re heading for the Church to steal Eve, aren’t we? What a pain. Oh well. I guess it won’t matter if I’m not there. I’m sure Reiji will fix it somehow. He was really in his element during our strategy meeting earlier. Reiji wants to make Eve his and rise the throne as the Supreme Overlord. I’m not interested in doing so, hence why I don’t mind helping him out where I can but…What’s even the point in defeating the other families, claiming Eve and earning the title of Supreme Overlord? Doesn’t he know that when you earn something highly valuable, the responsibility might become too much as you’ll crumble? Even if you try to overcome that, you’ll only find the pressure weighing down on you, leading to nothing but pain and suffering. Does Reiji realize that?

I’m not strong enough to crawl my way back out once I’ve fallen down that pit of misery. I honestly don’t understand Reiji for trying to put himself through all that pain and suffering.

Well…I guess I can think about it all I want, I won’t find the answer. I’m sure things will become clear once he brings Eve to our manor tomorrow.

Eve…shall be mine. ーー Wait, what? What did I say just now…? Ugh…Enough of this. Nothing good ever comes from me wanting something. Exactly…It has always been like that.

Huh…? Why…? Why would I…think that way…?

Yuma approaches him.

Yuma: Oi, Shuu! Get the fuck up already!

Shuu: Hah? …Oh, Yuma, it’s you.

Yuma: ‘Oh, it’s you’, my ass! I already found it strange how ya left right after the meeting and just as I thought, ya were snoozin’ over here. Try and think ‘bout those ‘round you! I’m always the one they ask to come fetch yer damn ass. Stop makin’ it hard on me.

Shuu: Guess I’ll go back or else Reiji will scold me for the rest of the day.

Yuma: You do that.

Yuma walks away.

Shuu: Where are you going? You’re not going back with me?

Yuma: Nope. Reiji said he wants some of my fresh veggies for cookin’, so imma drop by my garden real quick. There’s a few I still have to harvest first.

Shuu: I see. I don’t need any, okay?

Yuma: Aah!? You won’t eat my veggies!? Stop seein’ everythin’ as a chore and just give them a try! They’re so good, even the guys from the other families were surprised when I fed them to them! …Of course, it’s entirely up to me whether I share with them or not.

Shuu: Haah…Yuma. As soon as we make our move tomorrow, a fight over Eve will break loose and we will become actual opponents So you probably shouldn’t mention anything about giving food to the enemy, even if it was meant as a joke.

Yuma: Ugh. …Haahー I know. Don’t get all serious.

Shuu: I sure hope you do. …Oh well, whatever. The final decision is still up to you. Just don’t cause me trouble as well.

Yuma: S-Sure…

Shuu: I’m heading back inside.

Shuu leaves.

*TIMESKIP*

*Snap*

Yuma: These tomatoes are first-class…both in terms of color and size…

*Snap*

Yuma: …The other families are now our enemy in every sense of the word, huh? I mean, I didn’t need to have him tell me that. …Still, I wonder why…When I think ‘bout that, for some reason those three come to mind…Azusa, Kou and Ruki. It’s not like I’ve forgotten that they’re our enemy and I really just want to share my vegetables with my brothers but…Why do I somehow feel the need to have those three try them as well? Am I feelin’ pity for the enemy ‘cause food is scarce in this area…? Is that why I want to feed them…or maybe…?

*Rustle*

Yuma: Ah, it’s no use! I can’t figure it out! …But what’s the point in even rackin’ my brains over this? …Actually, now that you mention it…Whenever I was feelin’ stressed out like this…I believe there was always someone there with me, smiling and tellin’ me everythin’ will be alright…? Some silly girl who could be surprisingly stubborn yet way too good for this world…confrontin’ me directly with no fear despite bein’ a weakling. …Fuck! Enough of this. I’m only makin’ myself feel even more confused…

He gets up.

Yuma: I better head back to the manor already. ーー Wait! You bastard! What are you doin’ over there!?

Kou: Oh shoot, he saw me!

Yuma: You’re Kou from the Violet Family, aren’t ya!? …Why does this guy have to show up right now?

Kou: Hm? Did you say something?

Yuma: No, nothin’! Anyway, how did you get in!? And that’s one of my carrots in your hand, isn’t it!? Give it back!

Kou: Eeh~? Come on, you can share a little with us, can’t you? See you! I’ll gladly take this~

Kou makes a run for it.

Yuma: Wait, you bastard! …Fuck. He’s quick to flee. He better believe I won’t forget ‘bout this!

*SCENE SHIFT*

Kou: …Haah~ That gave me a scare. I didn’t think Yuma would be there on the field. I was in the mood for a quick snack after having to sit through Carla-kun’s never-ending strategy meeting, so I don’t understand why he had to get so upset over it. However, we don’t grow our own vegetables at the manor and it isn’t fair how only the Scarlet Family gets to enjoy fresh produce, right? I mean, we do have food over at our place as well and I’m not exactly a picky eater either, but the stuff we have at home just doesn’t fill me up.

Kou starts walking back home.

*TIMESKIP*

Kou: …There we go! I better store the food I stole away. I’m hungry but I’ll just have to bear with it for now. I’m sure Azusa-kun would like to eat together after all.

*Thud*

Kou: Now that I’m getting a better look at them, these carrots really look delicious! I guess it’s not exactly fair how I got to have such high-quality vegetables for free? Maybe I should give them something in return?

But they’re our enemy. …When you get something, you have to give something back in exchange. The world is all about give-and-take after all.

Regardless of one’s personal relationship, everything comes at a price. That has never bothered me and it never will…I guess?

…I wonder why? For some reason…I felt like I just doubted my own thoughts…Someone’s kind words…Their warmth…As if there was someone who told me that…sometimes people don’t expect anything in return…And this person opened my eyes to what ‘love’ is…learning me how to hold someone dear…Fufu…No, must be my imagination. We’ll get to meet Eve tomorrow, so that’s probably why my emotions are a bit all over the place, right? I wonder what she’s like? I’m so excited~

Somebody enters the kitchen.

Kou: …Hm? Oh? What are you doing here in the kitchen, Subaru-kun?

Subaru: Che…So this is where you’ve been.

Kou: That’s how you greet me? How cold. Maybe you should try being a little nicer to your Onii-chan~? So, what brings you here? Were you looking for me?

Subaru: Not me. Azusa was looking for you. …He needs to tell you somethin’, I believe.

Kou: He does? I’ll go to him then. See you, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Waitー! Azusa went outside in search of you!

Kou: I see! Gotcha! Thanks for telling me!

Subaru: Haah…I can’t believe Kou…He’s seriously goin’ out to look for Azusa? He doesn’t know where exactly he is, does he? …Those two never change. The way they always cling to each other makes me gag. I prefer bein’ alone, that’s the best. That’s why I can’t relate to them. How do they keep up with that buddy-buddy crap?

I don’t…get it? No? I shouldn’t…but…Why does it feel like there was someone who tried to understand my point of view and take it into account…? Somebody who would be there by my side, smilin’...Always comin’ back no matter how many times I would push them away…Hah! …There’s no way. I can’t believe someone as naive actually exists… I will always be alone. I don’t give a damn ‘bout Eve either. We’re gonna take her tomorrow and that’ll be the end of it. Then Carla will take the necessary steps to become the Supreme Overlord.

…Che. For some reason, it doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t give a damn ‘bout bein’ the Supreme Overlord. But…I’m not sure why but…I just don’t like the idea of Carla claimin’ Eve - who is the key to earning that title - as his… I wonder why I feel this way? …Eve is just some random chick I’ve never even met…So why would I care ‘bout her?

He moves to the living room.

*Thud*

Carla: …Subaru. Where have you been?

Subaru: Oh, Carla. You’re still in the living room? The strategy meeting ended a while ago, didn’t it?

Carla: And what have you been doing, wandering around the manor?

Subaru: Shut up! That’s none of your business, is it!?

Carla: Hmph. For now, perhaps. However, I believe the tension between the different Families will increase as a result of the fight over Eve. So you better believe that I shall not allow you to act of your own accord.

Subaru: Tsk…I know! Fuck off…

Subaru leaves the room.

Carla: Including Subaru, all of my younger brothers obey me to a certain degree, but I cannot sense any devotion from them. Is this what I can expect from a younger brother? I wonder why they just seem lacking in that regard…? No, I suppose it is a mistake on my part for trying to expect anything from them in the first place. As long as they do what I want from them and do not get in my way, I suppose I can oversee their other shortcomings.

I should think of the bigger picture and present myself as generous and large-hearted. There is nobody out there who is more fit to become the Supreme Overlord than I am. I shall make Eve my bride without fail and rise the throne. …Marry her? No. I suppose that will not be necessary. While obtaining Eve is one of the conditions to becoming the Supreme Overlord, I do not believe it is necessary to marry her.

Yet…Why? Why would I say that I will make her my bride? Did I speak without thinking? I wonder if there is part of me who wants to marry her? That does not make any sense. I do not need a younger brother who will vow his loyalty to me, nor a wife willing to spend her life alongside me. Everything I do are but the necessary steps in order to rise the throne as the Supreme Overlord.

However, is that actually true? Why should it be like that? Hm…It is unusual for me to experience internal conflict. I suppose I should step outside and get some fresh air.

Carla leaves the room.

Carla: …Hm? That is…? What is a member from another family doing, sneaking around our manor? Looking at them from behind…I believe that is Shin from the Orange Family. What has brought him here?

Carla approaches Shin.

Carla: You fiend! What are you doing over here?

Shin: ーー !?

*Rustle*

Shin: …Ugh.

Carla: What’s wrong? Are you not going to answer my question? What are you doing nearby our manor?

Shin: I’m out on a walk…

Carla: A walk? Silly jokes do not work on me. Now tell me the truth.

Shin: Should have figured as much. I guess I shouldn’t underestimate the eldest son. …They’re always on top of their game.

Carla: Hmph. You’re as much of a goof as ever. I shall let it slide this once. Now leave at once.

Shin: Really? You’re letting me go surprisingly easily.

Carla: Tomorrow is a very important day. I would like to avoid wasting unnecessary energy now. However, do not misunderstand my words. We will not show any mercy the moment you attempt to do us wrong.

Carla walks away.

Shin: And with that, off he goes…I thought he’d attack me, but I lucked out that he just went back to his manor. Carla…Whenever I run into him, I can sense that he’s no ordinary guy. Like I have to stay sharp or I’ll get completely overwhelmed. For some reason, I can’t help but want to surrender to him. That honestly pisses me off. Must be nice to be so confident in one’s capabilities. But you better not think things will go as you want…

While the big guys are fighting it out, I’ll wait for the right time and swoop in to make Eve mine… Carla, I’ll surpass you as well. …And my own Nii-san as well. Once I claim Eve for myself, I’ll mess her up right in front of you all. I’ll show you just how powerful I am.

Hah…Or at least, that was the plan but for some reason…The mental image of this girl whom I’ve never even met in tears makes me uncomfortable! Shouldn’t I get a huge kick out of making her scream out in pain!? Yet I find myself…wanting to see her smile instead. Why!? How!? Why do I think that way!? Somewhere deep down, I don’t even care about becoming the Supreme Overlord or not…Instead, all I want is for her to be by my side…

What scares me more than anything else in this world…is losing her.

*Rustle*

Shin: Ugh…What am I even saying!? I haven’t even met her before!? Are my emotions out of control because we’re going to steal her from the Church tomorrow? …I should stop racking my brain over useless crap. No matter what happens, I’ll be the one snatching her away and showing everyone what I’m made of. That’s all I need to do right now. That’s why I’ll play the role of your obedient dog until then, Nii-san.

Shin walks away.

*TIMESKIP*

*Thud*

Shin: I’m home, Nii-san. So you were in the living room.

Ruki: Yes. You’ve come back from your investigation, Shin?

Shin: Yeah. I went to check up on the Violet Family, but it didn’t seem like they were up to anything in particular.

Ruki: I see. …However, I doubt our enemy is as stupid as to do anything that will make them stand out at a time like this. We will keep our guard up high just in case they are plotting something behind the scenes.

Shin: Good idea, Nii-san. I’ll go and rest up in my room then.

Ruki: Yes. Good work.

Shin leaves the living room.

Ruki: Not only does he heed my orders, but he never forgets to report back to me. It cannot be denied that Shin is very competent. I should have nothing to complain about with a younger brother like that. Still, I wonder why…? It feels as if something is missing. At the same time, I get this same kind of strange feeling from Ayato and Kanato, who both refuse to properly listen to me. I’ve lost count of the amount of times they’ve gotten into arguments with Shin as well. Are those three actually my siblings…?

However, for now that shouldn’t be an issue. I should focus solely on how I can become the Supreme Overlord and let other trivial inconveniences slide. I am the only one who is suitable to inherit the legacy of the former Ruler and rise to the throne next. My devotion and respect is perfect proof of that. I won’t hesitate to make Eve mine and become the Supreme Overlord. However…What if she refuses me? Will I be able to insist on the fact that I am worthy of said position nevertheless? Will I be able to tell her that I am the suitable King, and therefore she should choose me…?

*Rustle*

Ruki: No, I am stressing myself out for no reason, aren’t I? …Eve…I am sure that she - as someone who has endured a never-ending onslaught of pain and suffering - will surely choose me. …!! …What was that just now…? Why did I speak those words just now…? Why would I assume such ridiculous things about a girl I have never even met…?

Somebody enters the room.

*Thud*

Ruki: Hm? Who’s there?

Kanato: Ah, Ruki. This is where you’ve been. …I’ve run out of sweets for the day. Please do something about that right now.

Ruki: You again, Kanato? How many times do I have to tell you that you will simply have to make do with your daily amount?

Kanato: And how many times do I have to tell you that this ‘daily amount’ is simply not enough to satisfy me? Are you perhaps doing this on purpose because you want to see me in distress? You are, aren’t you!?

Ruki: You can cry and complain all you want, but you’ve gotten your amount for the day. You should learn to hold back a little. You are being too much of a glutton.

Kanato: …I am absolutely starving for something sweet and you’re just going to completely disregard that? You’re basically saying that you don’t care about me at all, do you!?

Ruki: Nobody is saying that. However, I do believe that you should try and limit your snacking.

Kanato: Kuh…Whatever! There’s no point talking to you!

Kanato storms out of the room.

*SCENE SHIFT*

Kanato: Good grief…It’s outrageous how I’m not allowed to indulge in sweets to my heart’s content! I’ve had enough of my life at that manor, I simply cannot stand it anymore. Now that I think about it…I wonder how exactly I survived with an older brother like that for so many years? Ruki has always been the one supplying my sweets, so you would think that I would have grown accustomed to it by now, yet…Hm…How odd…I feel as if there was a time where I was able to actually get my sugar fix…

…Haahー This craving for something sweet is driving me absolutely crazy. I wish that stubborn Ruki would also get a taste of this pain! …Ah. Right! I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea if I were to claim Eve as mine, seeing as that’s the only thing Ruki is actually desperate for.

Besides, everything seems to be after all. I am sure it will give me access to truly sweet and delicious blood~ There are plenty of reasons as to why I would want to get my hands on her. …Fufu. It’s strange. For some reason I’ve got this warm feeling inside. Just thinking about Eve fills me with a sense of joy. ーー I shall make her mine. Mm~ Wonderful! It was just spontaneous thought at first but right now I want to have her no matter what. But I wonder why I’m getting so excited over some random girl whom I’ve never even met before…?

Somebody approaches him.

Laito: What are you smirking about, Kanato?

Kanato: Ah, if it isn’t Laito. I do not want to hear that from the guy who always has that creepy grin on his face.

Laito: Oh come on, no need to be so rude to me. I don’t see why we can’t have a friendly chat just because our families aren’t on good terms? There’s still a couple of hours before we start fighting over Eve after all.

Hey, tell me. What were you thinking about?

Kanato: Nothing special. Just that I’m kind of tired of my life here.

Laito: Heeh~ How come?

Kanato: Shut up. I don’t see why I would need to tell you.

Laito: Ah! Then why don’t I tell you what has brought me here today instead? Carla sure knows how to work his younger brothers to the bone, you see. When I’m at the manor, he’ll assign me all sort of taーー

Kanato: Did I not tell you to shut up!? Don’t talk to me, please.

Kanato walks away.

Laito: Ahーah~ Off he goes. Hm…I didn’t know Kanato hated his life here that much. I kind of enjoy it myself though. There’s five of us brothers but we all get along so well, it’s lovely~ Well, I have to say that I don’t know how everyone truly feels about it deep down.

Anyway, I’m very much looking forward to welcoming Eve to our manor tomorrow~ I wonder how her face will twist in pain when I mess with her? Maybe she’ll beg me to stop as tears stream down her cheeks? Nfu~ Just thinking about it makes me all excited. Although I’m sure Carla will want to keep her all to himself, but I should be able to get a little taste as well, right?

But…Deep down, I also can’t help but think of how nice it would be if she could be mine instead. …I could care less about becoming the Supreme Overlord. All I want is for someone to show me affection because they truly care for me, not because I’m someone’s substitute. I don’t want to lose that sort of person…Fufu, just kidding. What am I even expecting from a girl I’ve never met? Oh geez. I’m not acting like myself, am I?

…Huh? Walking over there, is that…? …Fufu~ Azusa-kuuun~!

Azusa: …!?

Laito approaches him.

Laito: Why do you seem so surprised? Did you think I was the enemy or something?

Azusa: …Y-Yeah…I thought I would get ambushed…which spooked me…

Laito: I guess I can’t blame you for feeling that way, considering the current situation. Anyway, what has brought you here?

Azusa: Ah…Um…I left to look for Kou…

Laito: Heeh…I see. So that’s why you’re this far from our home? You’re almost at Scarlet territory, you see?

Azusa: I see…I couldn’t find Kou inside the manor…So I figured he might have gone outside…

Laito: Even so, don’t you think you wandered a little too far away? Besides, I actually spotted Kou in the kitchen right before I left the house myself. I’m sure the two of you missed each other.

Azusa: I see…In that case…I’ll return to the manor. …What about you, Laito?

Laito: I’m going to wander around this area a bit longer. Carla’s just going to get on my case if I go home now.

Azusa: Mm…Gotcha.

Azusa walks away.

Azusa: Kou…I want to talk to him before he goes to the Church…We decided that tomorrow morning, he will go there together with Laito to steal Eve away…Meaning Kou will have to put himself at risk…There is not much I can say but…I want to at least give him a few words of advice…Also…Once we’ve welcomed Eve to our family…I want to try and be kind to her…so she doesn’t feel anxious…

Carla wants to become the Supreme Overlord…That’s why…Carla will probably make her his but…Still…I want to spend time with her as well…However, am I allowed to ask for something so selfish…?

Azusa comes to a halt.

Reiji: Oh dear? Well, if it isn’t someone from the Violet Family…

Azusa: …!? …Ah…Reiji-san…Right…This is Scarlet territory…

Reiji: You did not realize that you had gotten close to our manor? It was rather careless of you to enter the enemy’s territory unarmed. Perfect timing. I suppose this is a great opportunity to get rid of you.

Azusa: …!! I have to run…!

Azusa runs away.

Reiji: Fufu…So he made a run for it? I suppose being quick to flee is his only redeeming quality…What a disgrace. Well, I suppose I will not recklessly chase after him either, so I shall let this happening slide for once. …That being said, where could Kino have run off to? I cannot believe that both Shuu and him would vanish right after the meeting ended. Kino in particular is always acting off his own accord. He is quite the handful.

That being said, while Shuu and Yuma have been following my orders so far, I do not actually know what goes on inside their heads either. I wonder if perhaps…They feel as if I am not cut out to be the eldest son of this family? If they wish to look down on me and assume that I am not even capable of keeping one family together, let alone become a proper Ruler, then so it shall be. …I already have a plan. Tomorrow morning, I shall make Eve - who is the key to becoming the Supreme Overlord - mine. I shall train her well to the point where not just her body, but her whole soul shall succumb to me as well. I am sure that by winning her for myself, they will reconsider. They should instantly acknowledge me as worthy! ーー No, I will make them acknowledge me. Eve is a tool to achieve my goal.

ーー Exactly, she is nothing but that.

…Or at least, she should be. I wonder why? On one hand, I realize that she is nothing but a tool…but at the same time, I feel things for her which would point to the exact opposite. On one hand, I want her to heed my every command and learn to behave in a way proper to that of a young, elegant lady. Yet at the same time, I know that she is not the kind of girl who would let others dictate how she should behave. She has a strong mind of her own. I cannot help but feel that way. How strange of me. I wonder why I am harboring these kinds of feelings for someone I have never even met? I should not ignore these emotions which I cannot even put into words. Everything should become clear when I make her mine tomorrow morning.

Oh…? If it isn’t Kino over there…?

Reiji approaches him.

Reiji: Kino! So that is where you’ve been! What are you doing, laying on the rooftop?

Kino: Ah! Reiji-nii-san…You found me.

Reiji: You’re playing around on that weird device again? Kino! It’s almost dinner time. You should come down already.

Kino: …This is called a ‘smartphone’ and I’m playing a game…

Reiji: Did you say something?

Kino: Nothing! I know. I’ll be right there.

Reiji: Then please hurry.

Reiji walks away.

Kino: It’s so annoying to have a family member like Reiji. It doesn’t matter what I do, he will always have something to complain about. Also, he doesn’t understand what’s so fun about these kinds of games at all. ーー But, tomorrow is the day at last. I’ll be able to get my hands on Eve, who has been slumbering inside the Church. I’m sure that everyone is after her. Reiji went through the trouble to set up a whole strategy meeting, but that’s nothing but a waste of time. She shall be mine after all. I will show everyone - not just Reiji - that I am the strongest.

I mean, it only makes sense for the Prince to wake up his sleeping Princess, right? I will capture both your body and soul, to the point where you cannot live without me. …Eve, please wait for me until then, okay? …Well then, time to get my head back in the game. ーー To win Eve’s heart.

ーー THE END ーー

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Never Forgotten //Vader x F!Reader / Ch 1

(A/N, hiii! I’ve never written before but the awesome @dokoni-mo and other anons on the page encouraged me to give it a shot. sorry abt grammar lollll i was better at science than english. i honestly have no idea what i’m doing loll, but all i know is i love vader and i love the community on here! thank you guys for being here!)

You and Anakin grew up together on Tatooine. Once the time came, he continued on to become a jedi knight while you became a medic. Years later you are once again reunited, only he is no longer the boy you knew on Tatooine. He is now Darth Vader, feared with lord. Was this a cruel trick of time? or was it your destiny all along.

Warnings: slavery, mentions of broken bones, terrible punctuation

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The bright suns adorning Tatooine’s warm sky served as your morning alarm. With a yawn you got up and got ready to head to the junkyard to assist your “employer” Watto. You grabbed your small backpack full of bandages and other first aid equipment, usually there would be some incident where someone would need patching up and you were the only one who seemed to actively care. You didn’t really know how you ended up on Tatooine, orphaned, and working for a low life junk dealer. What you did know was the only thing keeping you going were the Skywalkers, Watto’s slaves.

You arrived at Watto’s depot and surveyed the area for your Watto’s youngest slave, Anakin. Searching around the sand covered scraps you finally found him crouched over, collecting bolts in a small sack. Quietly creeping up on him you pounced onto his back.

“Ahhh” he shouted

“Hey Ani! What’s up?” You asked

“The suns, duh” he retorted

Rolling your eyes you told him that’s not what you meant. He responded with a small smirk.

“Where’s Watto?” You asked

“Out, I guess, I think he went to make a trade the next town over”

Nodding, thank the stars, Watto made you feel as if you needed to take a bath every time you ran into him, but he was the only one interested in a “free child” when you were found. Most wondered why he didn’t just make you a slave, but in his own weird way he felt bad for you (odd coming from him). So he allowed you a room in his junk yard and the title of “service apprentice”, though in reality you were just a glorified slave.

Tugging on your arm, Anakin pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Come on, lets go back to my house, I wanna fix up my droid”

Upon arriving at Mos Espa’s slave quarters, you saw Shmi, Anakin’s mother, cleaning machinery outside of their house.

“ Mom! I found the rest of the parts!” Ani exclaimed

Shmi turned with a smile, “That’s wonderful darling! I see you brought back someone else too! How are you today F/N?”

“I’m doing great since Watto’s gone”

She bent down to your height and winked “me too”

She walked inside and you smiled, turning to follow Anakin. Abruptly you were stopped by a child’s cry. Though you were only a child yourself, you felt the obligation to help everyone. You ran over to a girl, only a few years younger than you and held her cheek.

“What happened?”

Through her sobs she managed to say she tumbled over something on the stairs. She told you her parents were with their master so she was all alone.

“Ok, it looks like you may have broken your ankle, I need to look at it, to see for sure. This might hurt, so just hold onto me, ok?”

She nodded with tears in her eyes. Slowly you lifted her pant leg, she flinched and tightened her grip on you. Getting a better look at the leg of saw it was in fact broken, and there was a large scrape on her small knee. Sighing, you took out some bandages and ointment from your bag. You dabbed at the scrape and placed the healing ointment on it. As for the leg, you looked around and found a small stick that you created a makeshift brace with. After wrapping her leg you gave her something to numb the pain.

“It’s gonna be ok, your mommy will be back soon, alright?”

You placed her on your back and brought her into the Skywalker’s house. Shmi noticed the other child and rushed over to you.

“What happened?!”

You handed the toddler over to her and explained, she thanked you for looking out for the kid.

“ Thank you F/N, You are so responsible, I just know you will do great things”

You smiled and walked outside to locate your friend. Abruptly Anakin grabbed your hand, your eyes widened as he was almost nose to nose with you.

“Come on, I want you to be the first to see R2!”

He wanted to show you?

First?

You blushed a bit and squeaked out an “ok”. Roundish the corner you saw the can shaped droid and smiled. Ani really was a talented mechanic.

“F/N this is R2! And R2 this is my best friend F/N”

R2 blinked and beeped at you, laughing as you waved back.

“Wow Ani! This is awesome! You’re so smart!”

He smiled, “thanks F/N, but I’m not the one healing people, that’s all you.”

He noticed.

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Later that evening the suns were beginning to set and Watto was back. He, Shmi, Anakin, and you were in the corridor of Watto’s shop. Shmi cleaned the new trade he brought back, Anakin organized some inventory, you made Watto’s food, while Watto watched you three work.

“Ouch!” Anakin cut himself on a jagged scrap. Before his mother could even turn and react, you were by his side taking care to disinfect it.

Shmi watched tenderly at the scene before her, in her heart she wished for you two to stay by each other's side.

“Look at you two, I can already hear the wedding bells”

You and Anakin looked up at her

“Ewww, gross mom”

You laughed along but deep down you wanted her implication to come true. From his chair Watto let out a wheezy laugh, drinking from his bowl

“If those two get married they better stay working for me. We’ve got a mechanic and a medic, one who can cook at that, heh”

The three of you awkwardly laughed along. Continuing with your respective tasks you couldn’t help but feel down at Anakin’s response, “eww”? You felt your heart sink as you played that over and over.

Little did you know he was replaying your laugh in his head.

“I was gonna just agree, but she laughed at the idea. I guess I was wrong about her feelings…”

He decided not to dwell on the interaction. At least you were still here with him, even if not in that way.

Weeks later some strangers walked into the junkyard two men in odd robes and one girl, looking only a few years older than you. You were going to greet Anakin as he walked in, but he didn't see you. Instead he shifted his focus on the other girl.

“Are you an angel?”

Your heart fell.

“what?” She asked

“An angel, I heard the deep space pilots talk of them. They are the most beautiful creatures in the universe”

You felt like crying, you were there when he overheard the pilots, you discussed what angels would look like with him. What hurt more was that she did, she did look like one. How could you ever compare? __________________________________________

The men, known as Jedi, finally left with the girl, “Padme”. You felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your chest. You had Ani back, though he was different. He had a new passion about him. He had a purpose.

He explained to you that he would become a Jedi. He was the chosen one.

After the first few weeks he stopped bringing up that girl, much to your delight. You two became Ani and F/N again.

For the years leading up to Anakin’s departure to Coruscant you two became closer than ever, basically glued to each other's side. And with your growing bond, your feelings grew too. You loved Anakin. How could you not? You wished endlessly for some way to follow him down the path of the jedi, but you simply could not. Not only was your life set down a different path, Anakin would not allow you to follow him.

“This life is a dangerous one. I don’t think I would be able to bear it if something happened to you.”

He never outright said it, but you hoped this was his way of telling you he loved you. You were deeply saddened because you knew the ways of the Jedi from Ani’s explanations. There was no room for love or attachments in that world. Plus you figured you two would not see each other for many years once you went to study medicine and he went to train.

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Once the faithful day arrived you woke up bright and early to see Anakin off. You were there with R2, C-3PO, Shmi, and his new master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. He hugged his mother and said bye to his droids then came to you.

“Hey, don’t be sad F/N, we will meet again, I’ll make sure of it. And in the future I won't just be some boy from Tatooine. I will be Anakin Skywalker, the chosen Jedi knight, i'll be somebody.”

You clenched your jaw trying to keep your tears in. Looking into his eyes you jumped into his embrace.

“You already are somebody Ani”

You could feel him smile. You wanted to finally tell him your true feelings, but were stopped by an unknown force. You met Obi-Wan’s gaze, he looked at you as if to scold you. He saw how you two were, he saw your bond, he now needed you to let Anakin go. You closed your eyes and held him tighter. You finally let go and couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face. Anakin softly brushed away your tears and Shmi came over to hold your hand as she kissed her son’s head. Anakin pulled away and gave one last look before turning to board the ship.

You felt an intense feeling of dread. Deep down you knew this was the last time you would see your Anakin Skywalker.

Their ship took off and right away you turned on your heels and began your own departure. You were off to study methods of medicine throughout different systems. Anakin was not the only one with a big future and big obligations. You may not have lived with your loved ones as a child, but you wanted to do all in your power to make sure others could have a chance with theirs.

You were closing your bag when Shmi came over to you, she laid a loving hand on your shoulder

“I’m so proud of you. You and Anakin both have brought me so much joy I cannot begin to explain. My son will be protecting others and you will be healing them.”

Already emotional you melted into her arms. She brushed your hair with her worn hands.

“I know he never said it, but a mother always knows. He loved you too.”

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(A/N, thank you guys sm for reading!! don’t worry there will be actual vader in the next one!!)

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when honestly you can't recall (Baxter Ward/MC) p2

Rating: M

Romantic Ships: Baxter Ward/Original Character(s); Derek Suárez/Leandra “Lee” Last

Platonic Ships: Main Character | Jamie Last & Leandra “Lee” Last, Main Character | Jamie Last & Original Character(s)

Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Single Parent, Angst w/a Happy Ending

TL;DR: A self-indulgent Single Parent AU. Lee has a better relationship with my MC compared to Liz. I wrote this when the Baxter DLC was still in beta, so I opted to avoid writing spoilers (for now) and to avoid rewriting moments of the Jude/Scott wedding.

A/N: Cross-Posted on AO3 under the same title (@ Starlit_Dreaming). There's gonna be more fluff in the next chapter, but I've also written like... 5% of the next chapter, and I've only been able to finish due to having free time in the last few weeks.

Obligatory Tag: @arcosoffireheart

Links: 1 | [2] | 3 | 4

Summary:

Everyone assumes that Gabby is exactly like her mother, but Rosaline will always see the traces of her daughter’s father. The shape of her eyes, how fussy she gets if there’s even a hint of conflict, every moment her daughter is calm and serene in her arms, the sweet and gentle smiles.

Her daughter does not have her black hair, either. Wavy hair, yes, but it was not fully black and her father has only ever dyed his hair.

It’s a miracle that nobody notices their similarities.

Including Baxter himself.

// In which Rosaline ends up becoming a single mother in the aftermath of her and Baxter’s summer fling. Some things change. Some things don’t.

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Part 2: i don't care (it's taking me apart)

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Then

Mid-Summer

Step 3: Age 18

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“It’s… I don’t know. A frightening situation?”

It felt wrong hearing those words coming from Rosaline of all people. Throughout their childhood, she was always taking things in stride and going with the flow. No matter how scared or anxious she would get, she would always pull herself together and stand tall. Maybe it had to do with Cove, who always relied on her as a shoulder to lean on.

Cove was precious, there was no doubt about that, but Rosa tried so hard to stand tall for his sake that it’s hard for her to rely on him in the same way.

And that’s where Lee came in.

There were some matters that were easier to share between Rosa and Cove, but things like this were easier to share between Rosa and Lee. Lee was Rosa’s shoulder to lean on, the person she cried to. And still, it feels wrong hearing those words coming from her cousin. Her cousin deserved to be happy, to smile without a care in the world.

“Why’s that?” Lee asked, tilting her head back to look at Rosaline, who was sitting on the monkey bars and letting her feet kick back and forth.

They were both honestly too big to be using the park — it used to feel like such a huge place when they were kids, but not any more. Rosaline stares off at the sunset, and Lee simply leans her back against the ladder, watching her cousin.

What a solemn look — it didn’t suit Rosaline at all.

“I’ve only been dating Baxter for two months now,” Rosaline stated. “The honeymoon phase wore off, but… I’m still really into him. Like, thinking about a future, getting married one day, that type of seriousness. It’s just… kinda scary to me. I’ve never felt this way about someone before.”

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it? Since you’re dating. You’re not the kind of person to date casually to begin with.”

Not that anyone actually knew that. Lee was the one Rosaline talked to when it came to anything romance-related, and sure, she might’ve mentioned something to Cove, but he wasn’t too interested. Probably on the ace spectrum, if she really wanted to make a guess.

Granted, Rosaline often broke things off with her exes within a month of dating. Either red flags that Lee noticed or because of incompatibility — most of those red flags being some who tried getting her number, despite dating Rosa, and Rosa promptly gave them the boot the second Lee said something. The fact that Baxter never asked Lee for her number when they met on the little boat trip was already a pretty good indication that he’s not interested in getting into somebody’s pants and dipping out after.

In fact, Lee was pretty confident that Baxter was equally head over heels for Rosaline. Is he just not communicating that to her?

“Yeah, that’s true, but still,” Rosaline sighed, wryly smiling. “I get jealous thinking that he’ll find you or somebody else prettier, even when I know that his eyes are almost always on me. I get all insecure, wondering if I’m good enough for him, or wondering when we’ll be breaking up because he finds someone new. What if we can’t handle long-distance? What if he loses interest in me? I just want to hog all his attention.”

“If he’s the type to break up with you because of something like that, then he’s definitely not worth your time and affections, but I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Lee stated rather confidently, moving to stand in front of Rosaline. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Rosa. There’s no way he’ll break up with you for those kinds of reasons. He’s nothing like your exes.”

“…You really think so?”

“I know so,” Lee grinned, reaching to hold her cousin’s hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. “You’re both absolutely smitten with each other. It’s a bummer that Derek won’t be back before summer ends. We could’ve gone on a double date!”

“Yeah,” Rosaline smiled softly. “Maybe next year, unless Baxter has a chance to come back sooner.”

“For you? I think he’d do whatever he can to make you happy.”

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Then

Early Spring

In-Between Steps 3 & 4: Age 19

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“For you, I think she would’ve done anything to make you happy,” Carol murmured softly.

They both stood on the porch, an old envelope in Carol’s hands as she took her hat off, curly grey and white hair revealing itself as she held the hat over her chest. She seemed to be doing some sort of silent prayer, as she looked at Rosaline with a distant look in her blue eyes.

Eventually, she smiled, something sad and soft and gentle as she puts her hat back on and hands her the envelope. “I suppose it isn’t so terrible, in the end. You grew up happy and healthy, Rosaline, something that we all had hoped for,” she said with crinkled eyes. “And while it’s not how she envisioned it, the house is yours.”

“…thank you,” Rosaline awkwardly said, gently taking the letter into her hands. “For coming out here with me. For not selling the house and everything that belonged to… my birth mother.”

“Oh, don’t go thanking me for a silly thing like that,” Carol lightly laughed, waving her off as she approaches the front door, digging through her purse for the key. “Val was like a second daughter to me, and even without renting this house, I make enough money to keep this place. Coming here and showing you the house would be better than leaving you here to handle it on your own.”

“…you mentioned earlier that you stopped renting the house…?” Rosaline questioned as the door opens, and Carol steps aside, gesturing Rosaline to walk inside first. Wordlessly, she enters.

What greets her is a home with cream-coloured walls that appear to be freshly painted over and a stairway with a child gate at the top and bottom. On her left is a small carpet area with bean bags and two regular-sized bookshelves — one filled with minimal and minor decor, and the other half-empty and half-filled with books as if waiting for the next renter to fill in the empty spaces. The right of the stairs shows a short hallway with a door to the garage, and at the end of the hall is an open door, leading through a laundry room which also leads into a bedroom from what she could tell.

“Yeah,” Carol said. “You had just turned 18 when I stopped renting the house to people. All of my renters here were single parents who needed a place until they could find their footing, and the last renter’s lease only finished up recently.”

Rosaline walks towards the bookshelves as Carol closes the door and puts her keys away.

“It’s up to you if you still want to keep that sort of thing up with this house, but I imagine it’d come in handy for your current situation.”

Upon closer inspection of the books, Rosa noticed that on the bottom shelf was an assortment of children’s books. Half appeared to be brand new, and she suspects that it has to do with the fact that actual children had grown up in this house thanks to Carol’s past renters, and Carol’s renters had gone out of their way to buy new ones.

In contrast to the bottom shelf, was the top to middle shelf where an adult would have a much easier time to grab and go. Some books on the top shelf were old and worn, gently gone through multiple times in many years, yet still well-maintained. There was a book of names, with pages marked with pieces of paper that stuck out from between the pages. But most notably were the self-help books, the cookbooks for beginners, recipes to sneak in vegetables for picky eaters, basic first aid, and many more.

This bookshelf was curated to best help a first-time parent, and that fact was evident with how many books didn’t look brand new.

“I… am really sorry. For not talking to you about Valerie back then. You look so much like her, but you’re an awful lot like your moms,” Carol said, walking over and standing beside Rosaline. “I couldn’t bring myself to properly meet you back then. I lost both of my daughters and just couldn’t let go of my grief. Valerie, who died in an accident, and Veronica, who died in childbirth.”

“I see… I’m sorry that I can’t really understand how you feel.”

“Nonsense. Yes, you do look like Valerie, and who knows, maybe you’ll share similarities with her, but you take after your mom and mother. I can see that you have such a light-hearted and joyful approach to life just like Pamela, and you are a sympathetic and comforting sort of soul like Noelani.”

“…what was she like?”

“Valerie was an orphan who started working part-time as a receptionist at Lacework Lenders. She didn’t have anyone else, just me and the others, but she and Veronica were sisters in everything but paperwork. No boyfriend or husband either — her ex ran off the second he found out that she was pregnant, but Val was very stubborn. Nothing stopped her from wanting to keep you and have a family of her own.”

She tried not to feel guilty over a woman that she might never consider as anything more than a birth mother.

“What happened to her?”

“A car accident,” Carol shook her head. “I don’t know all the details, but you were born early, and she was alive long enough to give you a name. Nobody knew your father, so we couldn’t contact him, we couldn’t do anything about him, really. I don’t think Val wanted him to know about you, either.”

“Well, that’s fine. I’m not interested in finding a father figure — I already have two in my life.”

Gregorio Suárez and Cliff Holden were the only dads in her life, and she didn’t care to find someone who never wanted the title to begin with. Men who didn’t want to own up to the consequences of their actions weren’t worth an ounce of her time, anyway.

“Good,” Carol nodded, pretty much agreeing with the unspoken thought. “Past this room and the stairs is the kitchen. My daughters worked on redesigning it to be a spacious kitchen — unfortunately it’s also been baby proofed, so some things might be difficult to open.”

Rosaline nodded along as they moved into the kitchen. The edges of the counters all had edge guards, making it less likely for children to get hurt from it. That… was actually fairly smart. She never considered doing that with counters, so it really was a good choice for her to come see the house. If she doesn’t move in, she’ll keep that in mind the next time she shops for her future baby.

Past the kitchen and dining area was a wide living room with carpeting and an L-shaped sofa set. There was a TV mounted above an electric fireplace, with an empty toy box in the corner.

“You’ll have to buy the toys yourself for your child,” Carol said. “The children of the previous renters often took the toys with them, but they usually buy some starting toys for the next renters. The previous renters did buy you a few baby blankets, though.”

“They left me stuff…?” Rosaline blinked.

“It’s only polite that they did,” Carol smiled at her warmly. “They went through similar problems like you, and a small bit of kindness can go a long way. They wanted to help you in a way that they were able to, just as the previous renters have done for them. You’d still have to buy some things of your own, of course, like milk formula and baby wipes. Val’s things were left untouched in the back shed, but we can go over that later since we’re just here to look at the house today. I know that it can be… a lot.”

It felt… strange. Despite the fact that there were renters before her, everything about this house just seemed to be done for her and her birth mother the more she looked around.

But her birth mother never had the chance.

The idea of using it for herself just felt unsettling. It felt wrong, as if she was stomping on her birth mother’s dreams.

“Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and I fix us up with some water, hmm?” Carol kindly smiled, gently placing a hand on Rosaline’s shoulder as she guided her over to the sofa, sitting her done. “And don’t go feeling sorry for Valerie. She would’ve been furious that I didn’t come help you in your time of need. I think it would let her rest easy, too, knowing that her own preparations would help out not just strangers in a similar situation, but also help you out with your own child.”

Rosaline rubbed her eyes, her other hand resting on her swollen belly as Carol wordlessly walked towards the kitchen, getting them both a glass of water.

Once, when she and Liz talked about their birth parents, she told her that she didn’t understand. Because the life she lived is hers, and that she could never imagine anything else. She loves her moms so much, and the idea of having different parents from childhood was unthinkable. The very idea of never being Cove’s neighbour hurts too much, the idea of never knowing the people in her life now.

And yet, this house was proof of a life that could’ve been, but never was. She could’ve been an only child, she could’ve been in a family of two. Maybe she would’ve acted like Derek had once thought she would when Father’s Day came around, maybe Father's Day would’ve become a sore topic of conversation.

Living here, she would’ve gone to the same school as Lee and Derek, she would’ve known them, but would she have been just as good friends with them? Maybe, maybe not.

(Would she have met Baxter, still?)

But here she is now, with all of that being only what-ifs.

“Do you have a name for them?” Carol asked, placing the cups of water onto the table and handing Rosa a packet of tissues from her purse.

“Gregory for a boy, Gabrielle for a girl,” Rosaline sniffed, taking the packet of tissues. “Gray or Gabby for nicknames. Maybe Greg or Brielle — I’m not sure which nickname to use. I just… their father doesn’t know, and I want him to see this child and understand that they are a symbol of the love we shared.”

She was being sentimental, and she was just thankful that everyone thought that she was just naming her child after Gregorio. It was dumb, and maybe she’d cringe in a normal situation, because Baxter had the whole black and white theme, and already she thought of their child as gray.

“Those are good names,” Carol smiled kindly, rubbing her back reassuringly. “And if he has an ounce of love for you, he’ll grow to care for your unborn child, if he ever meets them.”

“…would… Valerie really be okay with this?” With me, goes unsaid.

“Positive.”

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Then

Mid-Autumn

Step 3: Age 18

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“…positive.”

Rosaline let out a shaky breath, looking at the test before tossing it into the small wastebasket.

Her purple eyes stared off into space, lost in her thoughts. And when she turns to look at Lee, standing at the doorway of the bathroom, she looked as if she were looking for something. For someone. She hugs herself, looking small and even more fragile than she’s ever been.

And Lee knows that it’s not her who Rosaline is looking for, but she’s here, nevertheless. She’s the only one who’s here for her right now.

So, she does the only thing that she can do. Lee hugs her, warm and careful as if Rosaline were precious. She rubs her cousin’s back, hoping to give her as much comfort that she was willing to accept at this moment.

“Whatever you decide, I’m here for you.”

Rosaline doesn’t need assurance for anyone else. Lee knows her cousin, and she knows that Rosaline needs her assurance, because she’s here, she’s here and everyone else isn’t because of various reasons outside of her control. She’ll need their individual reassurances later, but Lee doesn’t need to wait to voice her own.

And then, Rosaline relaxes her tense shoulders, returning the hug tightly. Her eyes were watering, Lee noticed, and soon, it dampens the shoulder of her shirt where Rosaline laid her head against.

“I… I want to keep it.”

And unlike everyone else who would ask and showcase their disbelief, Lee nods, accepting it without question, “Okay.”

Because she knows better than anyone how much Rosaline gets stuck in her own head. She must’ve thought it over hundreds of times before the confirmation, before telling Lee, before asking her to be here tonight.

“And… I… I want you to be their godmother.”

“Of course,” she nods, knowing that she was going to be the godmother from the very start. Liz might feel hurt by that fact, but Liz also wasn’t always there for Rosaline throughout their lives. Lee was. Lee always was. “We’ll love and support you,” she adds, before Rosaline starts panicking over reactions next.

Everyone will spoil Rosaline’s unborn child, she just knows it.

Rosaline sniffed, eyes watering. “Will… will you be there…? When I—when I talk to my moms?”

“Always.”

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Two Months Ago

Beginning of Summer

Step 4: Age 23

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“Always,” Lee murmured, eyes glimmering with unshed tears in the dazzling lights.

Her gaze never leaves Derek’s as she speaks into the microphone, phone in hand as she says her vows. “Somehow, some way, fate brought us here today. When we reunited in high school of our sophomore year, after losing contact for that previous year due to conflicting schedules and busy lives, I thought it was a miracle that we managed to pick our friendship up right where we left it. When you had that summer training camp in the year after our graduation, our relationship was tested by distance when we decided to become more than friends. When you had to move to a different city for college, I stayed local, and still I wanted to be with you. Despite the distance, I knew that you were the one for me.”

Cove was definitely crying among all of Derek’s grooms men, as evident when one of Derek’s brothers grins, quietly giving him a packet of tissues. Rosaline just smiled softly at the scene before her among Lee’s bridesmaids. Her maid of honour, naturally.

“When you asked me to move in with you, I was excited — I wanted to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to your smile, and that’s how I knew that I was and still am head over heels for you, after all of our time being together.”

Derek started to tear up, holding her free hand as he stared at her as if she hung the stars in the night sky.

“I love you, so much more than what words can describe, and I swear to you that I will always love you. I’ll hold your hand through the good and bad, I’ll love you for who you are now and who you have yet to be, and I’ll stay with you, side by side, no matter the challenges that may come our way.”

She slips her phone into the pocket of her wedding dress, seamlessly hidden, a detail that Rosaline included in the design.

“I love you, Derek Suárez, and I can’t wait to build our future together.”

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~1 Year Ago

Mid-Summer

In-Between Steps 3 & 4: Age 22

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“…and I can’t wait to build our future together,” Lee read, eyes trained on her phone screen as she squinted at the screen.

Rosaline stared at her sketchbook, sketching potential design patterns. They’re in Rosaline’s living room, with her sitting at the dining table sketching out potential designs for the dresses.

“Well?” Lee prompted, looking up at her cousin from her spot on the L-shaped sofa. “What do you think?”

“I think you’ve been rereading your vows a little too much,” Rosaline sighed, smiling wryly at Lee as she placed her pencil down. “It’s perfectly fine. You talked about your relationship, that you’ll both overcome the challenges together, and that you love him. Add more, and it’ll be a long presentation-level speech. Cut it too much, and it’ll be incredibly short for a vow. I think it’s fine the way it is, especially because it’s your feelings for him.”

“Mm…” Lee frowned, looking unconvinced. And nervous, Rosaline noticed. “And… it’s okay? You really think so?”

“Why would I think otherwise?” Rosaline raised a brow, picking her pencil up again to draw a purse. “Do you want your purse to match your reception dress? Or should I make it be a pop of colour like a flower bouquet, so it stands out?”

“Matching. I want people to see the dresses I wear and be wowed instead of focusing on my purse, and if I want the purse to stand out, I’ll just use it with a different outfit,” Lee leaned back into the sofa, frowning. “And I… that’s not what I meant, I mean,” she groaned, flopping down, lying around as she looked at her, almost guiltily. “You know I love you, right?”

“Uh, yeah? Where are you going with this?” Rosaline smiled, feeling downright confused.

“How uh… how are you and Baxter doing?”

Oh. It was then that Rosaline realized what Lee was getting at. The wedding is meant to be a heartfelt occasion, filled with happy tears and bright smiles all around. And here Lee was, concerned for Rosaline and Baxter, who both broke up because Baxter refused to try a long distance relationship.

And Lee was especially worried about hitting on a nerve with that speech.

Well, she admits that she’s a bit… sad that Baxter wasn’t willing to have an LDR like Lee and Derek, but she feels vindicated knowing that he’s now working for a couple that he expected to have broken up. It evened out on that front, and frankly the petty side of her thinks that Lee ought to emphasize that distance meant nothing to a couple who worked together.

Although Baxter had yet to ask her about Gabrielle. A fact that enrages her more than upsets her, but she understood why he feigns indifference.

Not everyone wanted to tackle the hurdles of parenthood.

“Nothing new,” she simply said. Honestly, Baxter was the same as ever. Only he of all people could confidently keep her at arms length even when they were technically in contact. “Apart from the group chat, he doesn’t directly text me. Assuming that he still has my number.”

And what did she expect? For him to step up, to talk to her about Gabrielle after he saw her for the first time? Did he even want to see the child beyond that initial first meeting?

“Not even about…?”

“Nope, but that’s okay,” Rosaline smiled. It did hurt, but Rosaline could deal with it. Her birth mother and her had shit taste in men judging from what she knew from Carol. “Besides, I don’t think Gabby cares about not having a dad. She’s already getting spoiled rotten by everybody, and seriously, it’s a bit funny.”

Lee barks out a laugh at that, “That’s true! Gabby practically has four grandmas and two grandpas, several uncles, and several aunties. Has Liz been gifting her more presents?”

“Mhmm, but Brielle still loves you and your pink hair more than she loves Liz, but that’s a secret,” Rosaline teasingly stated before humming much more thoughtfully to herself. “Honestly, worse comes to worst, I can always ask Cove if he’s fine with doing that whole second parent adoption thing, if she really wants a dad. Cove’s a sucker for her anyway, so he would cry happily if that happened, even if he’s never thought of it.”

“True, he really takes good care of her,” Lee smiled. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were a thing.”

“Maybe in another life,” she laughed. “But Cove’s definitely my brother.”

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Then

Beginning of Summer

Step 3: Age 18

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“Cove’s definitely my brother,” Rosaline laughed.

“That’s reassuring,” Baxter commented, smiling as they strolled through the boardwalk. “And here I thought that perhaps he was your first love.”

She doesn’t miss a step, her smile remains, as she watches Baxter from the corner of her eyes. But her heart skips a beat, her gut freezes, her mind reeling with imposing thoughts. Why would he say that? Naturally, there’s only one reason as to why he’d wonder, and why he’d look at her with incredible interest.

Her first love is Baxter Ward, back when she only knew him as the enchanting boy who swept her off her feet. That was an undeniable fact.

Rosaline, however, doesn’t admit it.

“Nope, that honour belongs to Mr Cliff Holden, Cove’s father!”

It wasn’t a lie, technically. She did think that Cove’s father was cute, but not to a point where she was romantically interested. The idea of it was plain weird, and she and Lee both got a kick out of it when she mentioned it, meanwhile Cove was mortified that she ever thought of his father as “cute” and “attractive”.

Cove was even more horrified (which she never thought was possible) when she told him that his mother was super cute, because she actually did develop a minor crush on Kyra back then. Now she’s just “mom three” to her. She’s not afraid to admit that someone’s attractive, but it’s a rather fun embarrassment, one that only gets mentioned as a tease from Lee, when it’s just her and her cousin, since Cove prefers to forget it entirely.

He had smiled, at first, in disbelief, before cackling at it, grinning when she mentioned Cove’s reaction to her minor childhood infatuation. Afterwards, Baxter was laughing, a reaction that she both expected and wanted. The tale is a fun exaggeration, and it safely tucks away the fact of her first love.

After all, it’s a bit much to confess to your first love, especially one you still had affections for.

Still, he was absolutely adorable…

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~1 Year Ago

Mid-Summer

In-Between Steps 3 & 4: Age 22

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“She’s rather adorable,” Baxter absentmindedly comments.

Rosaline blinks, glancing over at him, but his eyes remain on the road. She thinks, for a moment, before realizing that maybe he finally wants to talk about Gabrielle.

“Yeah, Brielle is the cutest person in my life,” she smiled, thinking of her daughter.

“I would’ve expected her to come along, to be truthful.” It’s just small talk, but he’s finally showing interest.

“Well, my job can get rather hectic, and Carol keeps an eye on her for me until Cove gets off work. He normally watches over her whenever he’s home.”

“Ah… so you and Cove?”

“We live together, yeah.”

His hand grips the wheel tightly. Was he jealous that Cove spent more time with Gabrielle than him? He should just be honest about that, honestly. If he asked, she would’ve been happy to let him slowly build up a relationship with their daughter.

“I see…” he sounded rather… dejected. Almost accepting of the situation.

“I can always bring her along next time,” Rosaline offered. “She’ll be disappointed that I’m going to a bakery without her,” she chuckled.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he smiled, fake just like all the other smiles.

Even now, he was still holding back.

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Several Days Ago

End of Summer

Step 4: Age 23

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Even now, she felt like she was holding back.

“It’s okay, we can handle the clean-up,” Cove reassured her, his hand a warm comfort on her shoulder. “Take a break, Rosa,” he smiled. “Gabby’s with Lee; she came by to drop her off with your moms. So it’s fine, just… take a breather? You deserve it after all that’s happened.”

“The wedding’s over, so you can just leave it to us,” Terry grinned, and Miranda smiles, nodding along with him encouragingly.

She relaxes her tense shoulders, and she manages to smile back at them, feeling a bit weak.

“Yeah… you’re right. I need a break,” she took in a shaky breath and stands up. Eyes searching around the mostly empty room, spotting Baxter’s distant figure. She walks, her heels tapping against the marble floor as she deliberately bridges the gap between them.

And it’s Baxter, who keeps his back turned, whose back shifts as if tensing as her footsteps draw closer and closer. And it’s Baxter, and it’s always been Baxter, who draws her attention.

“Baxter,” she says, breathing, and steeling her expression.

He’s going to run away from her again, and if he does, she’s not quite sure how she’ll be able to handle it. Would it result in another night, crying in Lee’s arms like back then? She supposes that it’s a good thing Lee texted her earlier, saying to call her whenever she gets home. They both didn’t expect him to stay and talk.

“Ah, Rosaline,” he greets, turning to face her with that infuriatingly familiar smile. It was the same smile he used to maintain his professionalism, the same smile that showed her that he was just going to keep pulling away from her. His posture shows a clear desire to leave ASAP.

And her heart drops. Because even now, she was hoping that he would just… turn around and change his mind. That maybe he would give himself another chance with her.

But no, she supposes that was just a dream, and this was just her fulfilling a promise.

It’s just a dance, she tells herself and tries not to cry.

#wynter writes #fic: when honestly you can't recall #baxter ward #our life: beginnings & always #baxter x mc

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What To Do When You’re Booted Out of The Brotherhood: A Guide from a Former Paladin.

February 14th, 2288

Entry Written By: Danse, former Paladin.

Entry Edition: 1/?

Edited By: Piper Wright

When you get booted from The Brotherhood of Steel, it’s for a betrayal you never knew. You are hunted down by [Play Name] as it was an order by Elder Maxon, but [they] spare your life and make you feel a little less alone. A feeling you haven’t felt in years, ever since you met your best friend, Colter, ever since you joined the Brotherhood.

You hate Super Mutants and everything non-human for what they did to Colter, as that is what your Elder said when coming to The Commonwealth. Ghouls. Synths. Mutants. Even the day-to-day robotics you come across. It’s a sign of the world that use to be and what it resulted from. Death. You then believe that it’s not the ghouls and synths you hate, but what the result was. You don’t realize this until it’s too late. Now you grasp for anything good since you got booted from The Brotherhood, the only family that stuck around since you don’t have one. Because you too are a synth.

You are me. Paladin Danse. Danse. I don’t know what else to call myself. I’m strong, I always have been. But this one thing, I crumble on the floor. I am reminded of all the decisions, all the *things* I have killed, and all the paths I went down thinking it was the right one. And it was, I won’t second guess that, I just wish I was wiser.

That night that I came to this place, this place that I now call home, I was terrified, I was broken. That feeling only happened when Colter died. His face. How I screamed. I was… alone… again. That is what scared me the most. I knew I had and should push my biases of ghouls and synths aside, and it was hard to unlearn what was so deeply routed, but I always reminded myself that I am one of them and it’s okay. I *had* to be okay with it, what was I going to do about it anyways?

I knew of Nick Valentine. He seemed like a good guy, always helping people, putting his life on the line. He reminded me, weirdly, of Colter. I went to him one night when it got worse and couldn’t find [Player Name] to confide in. Honestly, I didn’t want [them] to know this. I felt like [they] wouldn’t understand. Nick knew. I just hoped he wouldn’t turn me away for who I was before. I know I would… Luckily he didn’t, he smiled at me and said: “Nice to see you Danse, what can I do you for?” I nearly cried, just of someone saying they were happy to see me. I guess all of that emotion bubbled up. I told him how I felt and asked how he felt about it. He said some stuff that I keep close to me.

I had a moment there where I was on a self-discovery world tour, that is what John Hancock named it. Speaking of, I made my way to Goodneighbor once I talked with Nick. Maybe see what these “degenerates“ have to say. They not, I came to discover. It was like a whole new world. Ghouls and synths and robots. It felt… nice like everyone cared about each other. I wasn’t sure what to do or where to go. Maybe I went for the Memory Den, but what memories would I be willing to relive? The good ones with Colter? Meeting [Player Name] again for the first time? Joining The Brotherhood? I have so few good memories.

Hancock could smell me from a mile away, he’d seen this type of activity before. He was like me at one point, they all were. “Can I Ofer you a drink inside former coy boy?” He titled his hat and chuckled, I was unsure if he was talking to me at first but he threw an arm around me. I’d shiver at a ghoul's touch, I’d probably want to spit on him. For a moment that thought roamed my mind, but I had to remind myself why I was here, and when I gave myself the reason: the reason for being lost, I had a drink with the mayor of Goodneighbor.

We talked. I told him what happened. I told him what Nick said. I told him about [Player Name], where I learn that [they] are friends with half of the Commonwealth. ([Player Name], I now know some things I wish I could unlearn, but I guess that makes you more interesting to me) And that night I was allowed to not worry. I didn’t do chems, although I could have as Hancock offered several times, and honestly, I thought about it. Maybe it would have let me see something I was blind before, but I am scared of what that is. I ended up laughing, a lot actually, with Hancock and a few others, it never occurred to me that I had that for so long. The closes were maybe running a mission or two with [Player Name] and [them] giving me a quip or two, but nothing like that night. We went down to The Third Rail and watched Magnolia sing. I was in there as me, as Danse. Not Paladin or Knight or even Squire. It was Danse. I was not better than anyone as we were all the same. The Elder would have killed me right there if he saw me, I didn’t act the part like he wanted me to. But who gives a *shit* what a punk 20-year-old has to say or think of me? Maybe it’s insecurity or loneliest, but I always cared. I still do, don’t get me wrong, but I cared about the wrong people caring. Author never cared about me. He saw me as a number, they always do… he saw me as someone that could make him win. I know that’s how it is regardless, but with Haylen and [Player Name], they made me feel like a person. That’s what it is.

God this is stupid… I’m a soldier, not a writer. I’m supposed not to have these strong feelings because they might be processed. But god damnit! I’m sick of that! I’m a person with this *thing* inside me. I’ll be okay, I think I will. I still have a lot to wrap my mind around, and I’m trying, so for now, I’ll leave you with this before I send this off to Piper:

When you get booted from the Brotherhood of Steel, you will feel like giving up because the Brotherhood was all you knew. They conditioned you to hate and frame it as good. This idea is rooted inside you. So when you are told you are the thing that they hate, and therefore must be killed; you want to be the one to do that deed yourself, but then you get convinced not to, by the person that was ordered to kill you. You believe them and you start a new life with them. You make friends with people you were conditioned to hate, but find out they are similar to you. You spiral, you lose it, but you get back up and you start a new life because that life is over. Accept it, get over it, and deal with it.

Then you realize that you are not hopeless. You are someone that can’t be conditioned any longer. You won’t be changed.

Note From The Author:

Thank you so much for the love on my last entry! I love writing and so writing terminal entries for characters is always a challenge. If something feels off and or something you feel like out of Danse’s character, let me know! I want to improve for future entries. The idea for this entry is that some time has passed for Danse after everything happened and how he came to be okay with what happened. This for him is talking with people he has previously “hated”.

I also want to address something that someone reblogged (I can’t remember the @ so if that is you, I thank you) about tags. My tags are not always the cleanest as I just choose the tags that are “most used” and I don’t often think twice. I’ll be more mindful about that in the future so thank you for bringing it to my attention. They also (I believe this was the same person) stated they wanted some Hancock/Nick/Deacon angst too so that is what inspired some of the parts in the entry (Deacon angst coming soon)

Anyways thank you again for the love and this was also written at 3 AM on my phone but this time I tried my best to clean some stuff off up. Any ideas please feel free to leave them, I always love getting inspired by the community

#improved tags #paladin danse #fallout 4 #fo4 #danse #brotherhood of steel #bos #elder maxon #maxon #john hancock #nick valentine #creative writing #piper wright #sole survivor #entry 1/?#danse’s terminal

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sotogalmo · 5 days

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Oh yeah! I have a timeline. Of Garreth from my Yard Fire AU!! ( @blizzardstarx & @send-me-a-puffalope since I've told them of this AU like. Lots of times)

*14: gets engaged to the "swan princess"(nicknamed due to being known for her popular dance move): Sarah (my OC! Sarohet has followed from my FNAF au, to my Yard Fire AU). They broke up some months after due to rumors of an affair on Garreth's side (they are only rumors!: the whole.truth is that, was the first time he came into contact with a demon -> maybe it was Pride. But it then revealed itself to be Gluttony)

↓ 15: gets re-engaged to an important figure in Marlon* : someone from King William's Court. / 15, when he got re-engaged, a week later : he had a meeting with William. That's when he attacked the King. But that didn't reach anyone. The King did scream, but Garreth left before he could be found. — The wedding happened when he turned 16. But that night was when the hunger strikes him. It has before, but it was never this MUCH. He was disgusted, but then he remembered.. that he ate alive animals & such. He kept the fingers as a reward(even though they looked- rlly wrong (he threw up. Bird style)👍)

↓ 16: an hour or so later, he couldn't hold it in. Nothing was satisfying. Nothing. And he wanted to try human meat again (instead of his own). ... You can guess what he did.

↓ close-ish to his 17th birthday, or so (he's still 16 tho). The word spread that his spouse was missing. — some speculations happened, and a week before he turned 17 what he's done was found out. And well- since the King is a very very petty old man, he decided to half-ass the execution: on the day before Garreth's birthday.

-→ fun fact! We only know of his 4 human years. (my headcanon is that Garrett is 4yrs old in canon FNAF movie)

Afterlife :: Since the Demon of Gluttony was fascinated in the way that Garreth kept putting parts of himself in his own foods(e.i: eating himself but also having others eat him), and how he did it so silently/putting the first human thing he ate in a jar- Demon of Gluttony decided to have him under his wing and let him rule over the Graveyard. Due to how he was gentle with Abby and other young kids/babies (he's good with the ghosts in the Graveyard!). ——— he was able to bring the jar with him! It held so much for Garreth, so he was able to bring it with him! He's not about to waste it(⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)!

He's made a contract with the Demon when he was 15/14. So he can know every smell & to not be disturbed (disgusted & disturbed are two different things) by food/etc. he likes the smell of grass and sometimes he thinks of eating it, so yeah╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭! He honestly wanted to give it a try. He felt it so many times that he's more connected to the grass then anything else(he's more connected to the ground/soil/etc).

He does get tired of always looking/taking care of the ghosts (or who he calls them; Visitors). Malice has grown in him, and he's like. Tired of being seen as just some kid, inna way. He was about to lead a WHOLE Country! He knows the rules, and everything! He's been trained to rule over the country! Yeah he might've been carefree but those were on days where he left his kingdom to be at the shack where Micheal & Abigail lived in(they moved to the sea-side).

And then he just concluded that he got hungry for power: he didn't want more - he wanted everything. He wanted the power that the Demon of Gluttony had. He wanted to visit his family(Mike & Abby). He wanted to make a petty deal with the King. Everything that the Demon does. He wanted that for himself. He isn't Greedy. He isn't Envious. He's hungry.

Not sure when, but he started his attack and .. well. He failed, but overtime he got better and better : he worked to the top. And he earned the title of the New Demon of Gluttony. : that is when he goes to possess an item! Since he's the NEW demon of Gluttony, he decided to do something new. Possessing a Cooking Pot!

*14: fun fact! In the 16th century, princesses married at 12 while princes married at 14

#time diary(?)#tw disturbed eating habits #tw eating alive animals #tw eating issues #audrey/kellie's time diary #fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #garrett schmidt #Yard Fire AU #YARD FIRE LORE #yard fire au #audrey/kellie's art #timeline #moreso its a base but. at least now i have something!!#st. garreth aruther-burntenberg #PRINCE GARRETH LORE #Father Green

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thatfreshi · 1 year

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Perhaps you could write something where he’s being a little “clingy” or maybe a little jealous?

Yay fun idea that I really enjoyed!! You attempt to get Mark out of his homebody shell by inviting him to a work party, but things go sideways when you find out why he doesn't like going out. A lil angsty, a lil fluffy, happy ending :)

It’s not often that Mark is jealous in any capacity, and if he is, he’s not very vocal about it. However, everyone has their moments, a slip in ego, a dive into insecurity with no lifeline. Considering he works from home most of the time, there aren’t many situations in which the two of you are around others anyways. Recently, you invited him to a work party of yours. You thought maybe he’d like a little more of a look into your world, and you could have a fun night. Besides, you don’t particularly hate your co-workers, and if you don’t necessarily like them, they’re tolerable.

“So, are you excited to get out of the house?”

You jest as you both get ready.

“You act like I don’t go anywhere ever.”

“I just know you have a habit of being too much of a homebody, that’s all my love.”

You adjusted your sleeve and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I guess you’re right.”

Mark looked in the mirror, checking his tie while you moved a couple of his hairs. It wasn’t like you were trying to do things for him, but that he literally just forgets the little things sometimes. Soon enough you were driving down to your office. The lights outside the window were a welcome sight as Mark drove.

“Are you guys celebrating anything in particular, or is it just like a random party?”

“Well I guess it’s like a morale thing? The company’s been having a rough time and I think it’s starting to get to some of us.”

“Not you though?”

His eyes dart to you in between checking the road.

“Not really honestly. I know my job is pretty safe, and even if I did get fired I know we have enough wiggle room for me to find a new opportunity.”

That was the nice thing about being a younger successful couple. While jobs and money obviously matter, you can stretch things a little further than some. Soon enough you’re at the office, and you two walk in together. Quite a few co-workers come up and introduce themselves to Mark, as most of them have never met him. It starts kind of quiet. Besides, you two were a little early. Some people were still putting out food and drinks. Soon enough though, things start to pick up.

“Y/n! C’mon, we’re doing employee superlatives!”

One of your male co-workers drags you away from the outskirts of the party. You turn to Mark and mouth ‘sorry’ to him. All of your fellow employees line up in the middle of the office, and one of the higher-ups starts rattling off arbitrary titles for all of them. Someone got awarded “Best Stapler.” It was clearly just something fun and stupid to do. However, when it came around to you, most of the possible superlatives were already taken.

“And now for y/n, we have… Best Employee!”

So much for arbitrary. You knew you did good work but damn. Although, you have no idea who came up with any of these, and if there isn’t a raise attached you’re not sure how much you really care. However, this whole spectacle gets people really excited, and all of a sudden you’re dragged into all sorts of conversations. Someone offers you a drink and you politely decline. Another is already so drunk that they’re practically screaming in your ear. You try to get out of the crowd of people as gracefully as possible, but as soon as you think you’re away from one person, you’re lured in by another. You don’t want to seem rude, so you just continue to talk to co-workers you barely know and try to sneak away. After about thirty minutes of sitting through dull conversations about Mary’s kids and your boss’ honeymoon in Hong Kong, you get out of the sea of boring and attempt to find Mark again. Once you’re finally free, you can’t seem to find him anywhere on the outskirts of the office. You make your way to the elevator hall and see a suited figure turn the corner to the bathrooms. Steps of nice shoes on tile floors, you quickly make your way to the next segment of the hallway, sure enough finding Mark leaning against the wall, checking the time on his watch.

“Hey, are you okay?”

He looks up at the ceiling, almost as if he’s trying to hold back tears.

“Y/n, you know why I don’t really like going out places?”

You don’t respond, feeling the rhetorical nature of the question linger in the air.

“I’m busy, you’re busy, and when we’re both home and finally free from whatever work we have to do, I don’t want something to get in the way of that. I don’t need date nights, I don’t need parties, I just want to lay on the couch and like watch a movie with you or something. Is that so much to ask?”

He turns to look at you, wiping a tear with his sleeve.

“Mark, I… I didn’t know.”

“I know. I just don’t want to seem like I’m all over you or anything, you know? I want to come to a party like this and let you do your thing without feeling like I just miss you so much, even though you’re right there. I don’t want to miss you when you’re a couple feet away.”

He starts to choke up and you step closer to him, wiping a tear off his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

You fall into an embrace and he buries his face into your shoulder. You feel the fabric dampen, but disregard the discomfort it brings you. Luckily not many people come back here since there are other bathrooms closer to the office, so you get to sit in the sadness together for a few minutes. Eventually you two break apart, and you go to fix his hair again. He chuckles, still wiping at the sadness on his face.

“Do you want to go home darling?”

He nods, putting his hand in yours.

“I’d want nothing more.”

So you make your way to the elevator without saying goodbye to your co-workers. You figure you can tell them there was a family emergency or something. Instead of going out somewhere else, you get home after a short drive. Party attire exchanged for comfy sweatpants and work superlatives traded for a shitty 2000s movie. Mark orders some pizza and while you wait, you lay in his arms, sprawled across the couch.

“You know what, you were right.”

“About what?”

“This is way better than some stupid office party.”

You smile at him and he returns the gesture, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Yeah, I know.”

You laugh at his self-assured response and sink into the warmth of his body. Maybe staying home wasn’t so bad after all.

#markiplier x reader #markiplier #fluff #angst #comfort

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the heart section for xinya and yu-qi? :3

thank you! i shall do this thing o7

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

Xinya

One of her titles is Tender of Heart - she lives up to it! She's a very compassionate person, and refuses to let the life of a politician harden or corrupt her.

She's not afraid to ask for help when she needs it. She is most intimately aware of what happens when a leader isn't capable of carrying out their duties, and thus has no problem taking criticism and advice. When she asks for them.

She has exactly the kind of social intelligence a queen needs. She's unflinching when she needs to be, able to relax when she doesn't, and can tell which situation is which. She's been able to solve a lot of previously "unsolvable" problems this way.

Yu-Qi

Literally an incarnation of passion, she celebrates loudly and often about things you wouldn't really think were worth celebrating. Yu-Qi always finds something to take joy in.

She always says what she means, no beating around the bush or covering things up. This is 50/50 her personality being very straight-forward and her not understanding humanity or society or anything like that.

She gives good advice - almost all of it boils down to "do what makes you happy, fuck the haters" but sometimes you really need to hear that!

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

Xinya

Because she took the throne so early (19, now 33) due to her mother's passing, she always feels like she's trying to fill way bigger shoes than she was ready for. Panxi was beloved by her country, and Xinya desperately wants to live up to that legacy.

She's very protective of her father, to the point where she specifically kept Jao around to make sure he didn't spiral so close to death a second time. She is deeply committed keeping what she has left of her family alive.

She leans on the few friends she has very hard because she doesn't have a whole lot of opportunities to make more of them.

Yu-Qi

Because she doesn't really understand humanity, she kind of sees humans as like... odd little creatures she can poke. Not inherently harmful in and of itself but uh. Can certainly get that way.

Despite asking to marry Xinya, she doesn't fully get what that entails. Like, it's a huge deal for Xinya and Yu-Qi literally doesn't get it. She's immortal and lives on a different plane of existence most of the time.

She uses her reality-bending, mind-reading magic to do a lot of things because that's just how the world works for her. Again. Certainly can get weird.

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

Xinya

Constantly second-guesses herself, even when she knows she's right. She's very worried about Making The Most Optimal Choice, and this can get her in a lot of trouble when there are hard decisions to make. And she's a queen. So.

Does not open up to anyone she doesn't already have a relationship with. She's compassionate, she'll be friendly to you, but good luck ever getting her to talk about herself.

She is constantly seeking validation from others. She doesn't want to admit it, but she's very insecure, and will not be satisfied until she knows everyone loves her and she did All The Right Things.

Yu-Qi

Doesn't know or care what boundaries are. She has magic powers and can do whatever she wants, including invade the privacy of your mind and instantly read all your thoughts and emotions. She will do this and not understand why you're mad about it.

Honestly, she sees humans as entertaining toys? Xinya was simply the human she was most obsessed with -- sorry, passionate about -- when the prayer came through.

As a rule, passion does not necessarily mean you actually love something or someone. She is perfectly fine with dropping one passion for the next one, and when that obsession is hers, she's very possessive of it.

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

The most important thing to Xinya is serving her country and making sure the name of her home stays an honorable one. She's very devoted to her duty as a leader, and always tries to keep the best interests of her nation in mind.

For Yu-Qi, the most important thing to her is to continue doing whatever she wants and ruling over her domain of passion. She wants everything to go back to being exactly as it was -- except with the bonus of a cool human wife.

🧡 ORANGE HEART — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

Xinya puts her family above everything, 100%. Her father has been catatonic from grief for over a decade, and she will put him far above everyone else in her life, no question.

Yu-Qi's family consists of other multi-planar God-Dragons, and they aren't even technically related the way humans define it. Friends are not really a thing she has either. She prioritizes herself honestly lmao

💛 YELLOW HEART — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

Xinya is fluent in the three most popular languages in Syo-Lang, the national language of A'Shar (since their countries have a very close relationship), and knows a workable amount of the national language of Ciam, specifically to make negotiations smoother and keep a war at bay.

Yu-Qi speaks a magic universal language that everyone automatically understands, so technically only one, but also every language ever.

💚 GREEN HEART — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Xinya wishes she had more time to spend outside in the gardens, getting to relax for once. She doesn't hate it inside, but she would like it a lot more if it didn't necessitate work. The outdoors is an escape.

Yu-Qi prefers being outdoors because she can't fit her true form into most puny human buildings.

💙 BLUE HEART — does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world?

Xinya has the power to marry a dragon that is literally a member of her religion's pantheon.

Yu-Qi can read your mind and know all your thoughts and feelings, so that's one. Her magic powers extend to reality-warping, but since the God-Dragons are all mysteriously losing the ability to do their magic, she can't employ most of it during the story. Luckily for everyone involved.

💜 PURPLE HEART — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?

Xinya is from the Ba-Leng bloodline, 600-year line of royalty. Every name of her ruling ancestors is carved on the wall in the throne room, including her own.

Yu-Qi is a higher being from another plane of existence.

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Xinya has never killed anyone, but she was made to master a lot of sword-fighting arts in her adolescence and into her adulthood to prepare to kill people. I guess you could say she indirectly killed/injured people when she ever had to send the army out somewhere.

Yu-Qi... I don't think she would think of it that way, but she definitely has broken people's trust before. It's not her fault if humans don't notice the blessings/signs she sends them. Pay attention, you weird little creatures!!!

[ask me a detail about my OCs]

#annika talks #answered #ask game #the god dragon's wife #TGDW #Yu Qi #WHEW. THIS WAS LONG.#Xinya

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mannatea · 1 year

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His Choice, a Tales of Symphonia ‘fic

Words: 959 words Summary: He’d known all along he would outlive her. Pairing/Character: Zelos/Sheena, mention of others Extra Info: This was originally written and posted June 22, 2008 for my friend Nico. His prompt was “Finality.” The original title of this work was “Curse of a Man.” Rating: T Genre: Romance with some friendship vibes, also sort of a character study piece for a more mature Zelos.

The title is the link to Ao3! Please let me know what you think. :) This was a surprisingly big rewrite again.

Notes below the cut as usual:

When I re-read the original ‘fic last night I honestly felt I’d keep more of the original structure, but once I started rewriting I just...couldn’t.

So my usual rewriting habit is to open the original in one document, open a blank document and place them side by side. I retype everything and edit/leave things out/etc as I go.

While the original had some good bits in it (the line about Regal’s death and Raine disappearing did hit pretty hard I think) the theme was based more around love being a curse, which...yuck, no thanks.

I think there’s room for “ageless” (or slow-aging) characters to feel bitterness and loneliness regarding love, but I ended up wanting to explore that relationship dynamic without the cynicism. After all, Zelos did, in the end, get to choose what he wanted for himself. He might be a bit of a dunderhead sometimes, but like Raine, Genis, Yuan, Kratos, and any other person in this game with a long life expectancy, he’d be well aware of what he was getting himself into.

I’m not 100% satisfied with the end result, mostly because it’s really hard to hit on the characterization of an older and wiser Zelos who isn’t chasing down voluptuous hunnies all the time, but I think it turned out all right. If he commits himself to something of his own free will he’s not the type to back down from that IMO. And there’s something intriguing about a character like Zelos taking love extremely serious when he does decide he wants it. I wanted to show that in the rewrite above all else—that he loves her and the journey they took to get to where they are, aging and all. (Even though it hurts to see the journey coming to an end, even though it makes him feel helpless.)

Anyway, the year I wrote this was the year my grandmother died. She spent the last months of her life in a nursing home and shared her room with a woman in her 90s named Naomi. Naomi was there for end of life care and was never awake or even fully aware, but every day her 101-year-old husband came to visit her and just sat there holding her hand for hours and hours.

I’m sure that inspired at least part of this story.

And while I didn’t have time to explore it fully in this story I did want to touch on how friend groups start to fall apart when no longer united by a commonality. Since the line about Regal dying and Raine disappearing was in the original, I expanded slightly on that relationship and connected it to Zelos’s current predicament. There’s a tiny implication in there that Regal’s funeral was the last time the group was together and he’s heard almost nothing from anyone since.

I REALLY wanted to explore the funeral more (Raine losing her struggle with grief, Genis unable to comfort her, the group feeling disjointed, unbalanced, and unfamiliar now) but there wasn’t room for it. I guess you can imagine it for yourself. ;)

I almost titled this “Chosen’s Choice” for the sweet alliteration but worried it read too close to Ladies’ Choice and/or Sophie’s Choice and couldn’t do it.

#tales of symphonia #zelos wilder #sheena fujibayashi #sheelos #mannafics

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afleshboy · 10 months

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We Will Leave Just as We Came

A moment between friends when one has been dead for ten years and the other is hanging on by a thread.

Heavily inspired by this. If I'm not thinking about this every day, assume something is wrong with me. I know it's referencing further into the future but I'm not there yet.

Re Zoro vs Zolo, I mainly read the manga and in my brain he was born with the given name Zolo and so everyone that knew him as a kid refers to him as such. When he got out and started like bounty hunting and what have you it switched to Zoro for reasons and he honestly does not care which one is used.

Title taken here.

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When Zoro woke up, he noticed the petals of the flowers first. There was one hanging lazily over his field of vision. The dark blue of the flower somehow contrasted against the light blue of the sky above him.

He laid there for a moment, getting his bearings.

It was warm, but not uncomfortably so, and there was even a light breeze that caused the flower to shift sideways before going back to its original position.

Where was he?

He sat up.

Before him was a field of the same dark blue flowers, every so often a smattering of other colors, maybe different patches of them if he could see beyond the one that he was currently in.

It was peaceful, and he found that there was less weight on his shoulders than usual. It was nice.

Then he sensed something, no, someone behind him. And he knew who it was before she even sat down next to him.

She hadn’t aged past eleven, though he guessed she had no reason to. There was no way of knowing what she would have looked like if she had gotten any older but those same dark eyes never changed. In fact, they almost seemed wiser.

“Kuina.” And god if it didn’t sound like someone had punched him in the stomach when he said it from how strangled her name was. He was almost embarrassed, especially when she raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't know how to tell her that he hadn't used her name since she died.

Wait. Had he really not said her name since she died?

“What are you doing here, Zolo?”

His eyes snapped back to her at the question. She seemed much more content in this field of flowers than he was, his fingers looking for something to play with when he realized that he didn’t have any of his swords. He didn’t have their sword. There was something to be said about material items in the afterlife but there was still an ache that formed at the loss.

“Zolo.”

Right. He should answer her.

“Well, I guess I died.” Zoro probably shouldn’t sound as sarcastic as he did but there was a little laugh next to him so he was doing alright.

“Not yet.” She said, not caring how annoyingly mysterious that was.

“What do you mean not yet? I’m here, you’re here and-” And he suddenly remembered how he got here.

His skin stung as he remembered the cuts that had appeared on him almost magically, like he had been fighting someone who wasn’t there. Each slice dug into him, some of them he swore went to the bone.

That was nothing compared to the absolute ache of his muscles. Some of them he could tell ached from overuse and others from the absolute beat down that he had never received. It did compound his already battered body from his own fights.

The worst were the cracks. The feeling of his bones splintering from nothing. He didn’t know how many ribs a person had but he was pretty sure every single one had snapped and cracked until standing had been a struggle.

Zoro didn’t remember how the blood had gotten everywhere, he could see it in his mind. When he had come back to his senses not only was he covered in it, a haphazard circle around him was too. It looked like enough blood to kill three men, but as he felt his legs buckle he knew it was all his.

He didn’t remember moving to cause this odd pattern. Or what exactly had come first or if it all came at one. He did remember the pain and screaming until his throat was raw. Then he kept going.

“You’d do a lot for him.” Kuina’s voice made it clear it wasn’t a question. She was right though, as the image of Luffy popped into his head. He didn’t want to die, but he couldn’t see it happen to him.

“Yeah, I guess I would.” And despite it, even as his body ached with phantom pain, he laughed. “He’s gonna be king of the pirates you know?”

And that seemed to break her calm facade for a moment. She looked annoyed as she rolled her eyes and it caused Zoro to snicker. “What does that even mean? And what does that have to do with you?”

He had an idea of what that title meant before. He had been a pirate hunter after all, and he heard a lot of them talk about the idea of being king. None of them were like Luffy. None of them made him want to see a world where that came true. None of them made him want to fight with all the strength in him to make sure it came true. At least the second question was easy.

“I don’t know but I think even if I did, Luffy would find a way to surprise me.”

She huffed.

"And why wouldn't the king of the pirates have the world's greatest swordsman by his side? He should only have the best."

Well. He had the best.

They sat in silence for a while, Zoro leaning back on his hands as the sun beamed down on them. Every so often that breeze would come by causing the whole field to flutter into life before it went still again.

He wondered if this was it, just this field for the rest of… Whatever this was. It felt like it should be boring but the absolute peace he felt kept him from following that thought too deeply.

“So. What did you mean by ‘not yet’?” He didn’t really know what this was supposed to be if he wasn’t dead. Though that did cause a sting in his chest he didn’t want to think about just yet. He hadn’t gotten to be the world’s greatest swordsman, he had failed himself and her. Even through the shame he knew he wouldn’t have changed what he did.

Kuina tilted her head at him, which he ignored for now in favor of looking off in the distance at some yellow flowers. Sunflowers?

“You still have a chance.” She said finally, a hint of bitterness in her voice. “You can still go back, if you’re strong enough.”

If he was strong enough? Even as he thought that, he felt the heaviness in his limbs. Like something was dragging him down to the ground and the pain that had been an ache was now sharper.

Right. If he was strong enough to leave.

He would have to live with that pain until he got better, and he would have to be okay with the knowledge that he was leaving behind this heaven where he was pain free. That he was leaving behind her again.

Zoro remembered the look on Sanji’s face when he had come to find him. The anger and shock that gave way to fear that he knew was mirrored on his own face at the time. He would do it again, he would die for any of them in a heartbeat. Still.

He hadn’t wanted to die. He still doesn’t. He had things he needed to finish, promises to fulfill.

He needed to protect his friends.

“That sounds like a challenge.”

She scoffed. “Just be sure you don’t lose like you did to me.”

As they spoke, the ache in his bones got stronger. He was starting to feel the trickle of something on his chest and head. He knew it had to be blood, he could smell the metallic tang. He was fighting to go back.

“Kuina.” He looked at her, glad when her eyes found his as well. There was so much he wanted to tell her, so much he wanted to apologize for. That she was still remembered after all this time.

Everything he thought he would say, wanted to say, to her died in his throat. A small voice told him he’d have time later, to tell her everything. That he would have even more stories to share.

Her small arms wrapped around his torso, not even able to clasp her hands at his back like she likely would have done when they were kids. If they had ever hugged. Zoro scooped her up, hugging her back with all the strength he could as it was becoming increasingly clear he didn’t have that much to give as he got closer and closer to going back.

The flowers were disappearing around them, until all that was left was Zoro and Kuina. The hug felt as firm and real as when he got the rare ones from the crew (barring Luffy who threw himself at him whenever he could). He still had a promise to her to fulfill, a promise to himself, and a promise to everyone onboard the Sunny.

She knew this, even if she would miss him. “I still haven’t heard of you up here. Work harder, idiot.”

The last thing Zoro heard before he woke up to a hovering Chopper was his own laugh being carried away in the wind.

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zolo #kuina one piece #one piece fiction #i am somewhat worried putting a whole ass thing in just the one piece tag lmao #drabbles #maybe ill never be over thriller bark #maybe ill be thinking about thriller bark for the rest of my life #one piece

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kehideni · 1 year

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Song i listened to while making this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUz5pDWtjfA

(sush i know it doesn’t exactly fit as it’s about a ghost visiting his son, but the vibe is similar enough)

Ho boi... here comes the letter, it’s long:

Taimi,

Honestly i don’t even know what i want to say, there are too many things i could talk about. From your condition to who i really am... this is why i write this letter in the first place though.

Because everything i have to say is just too much, also whenever i try to talk about them i choke up. It’s funny isn’t it? “The Commander” chokes up on words. I guess this is a good place to start, did you know that “Commander” is just one of my titles? Just one of my identities? I know you know my name but do you know who that is? I used to know.

The fact is i had to sacrifice a lot of things for Tyria. Hence the Globe i gave you.

“Beasteye Denalien” is my full name, but i prefer to be called The Commander, have you ever wondered why? It’s because “Denalien” is buried far too deep in my past. Denalien was an Ash Legion charr cub, he had a few things in common with you, such as being a sort-of-orphan (long story). You’d think it’s easy to have an identity as a charr, since they beat it into us since birth. Turns out that identity is what the High Legion wants us to be: soldiers.That’s not an identity... I learned rather early that we were supposed to be easily disposable. Have you ever heard Rytlock talk about “acceptable losses”? We were raised to accept death, is what he meant. My “identity” was shaken already as a cub since for some reason no matter how much they tried to beat it out of me, i never could easily forsake anyone i grew to care about.

My sire- no. - My father once said i inherited my mother’s heart. How i wish i would have had enough time to get to know her... she named me, you know. She wanted to give me an identity too, with the name Denalien. Apparently a clever and strong beast, and if i wear his name too i will be clever and strong too. (As a cub i wondered if i was also supposed to be a beast by that logic...) to prove myself i tried to slay said beast, i was unsuccessful.

For charr, their warband is supposed to be their “family” and more. This was the one thing i could wholeheartedly get behind in my young years, and i still agree with it to an extent, as i think of Dragon’s Watch as a warband.

Another of my titles was “Legionare”, i came by that title because my warband - all but me and Euryale - died in the mission where i first met Rytlock. I didn’t keep that identity for long either, because i soon got promoted to Centurion, which was also rather short lived.

I joined the Order of Whispers, i’m pretty sure you read up on me from that point forward. I know you know who Tybalt Leftpaw was, you know how much i kept going and fighting.

Have you ever wondered why? I have... and looking back i honestly don’t know how i did it. People just kept on dying for my sake, how is that acceptable?? I told myself that i need to take one step after the other so their sacrifice would not be in vain. I got used to fighting a hopeless war.

You’d think the first breath of air i took was after Zhaitan’s defeat, right? Truth is, it was too close a call already. So many times “what if”s bombarded me in my nightmares: what if i wasn’t enough, what if there wasn’t a way, what if Logan and Rytlock didn’t listen to me, what if i couldn’t help Eir, what if i couldn’t calm Zojja down, what if i couldn’t keep Caithe from the Nightmare Court?

The airship we boarded got destroyed, what if Tyria’s hope didn’t catch us in time? What if the cannons didn’t have the promised effect on Zhaitan?

Truth is, the first time i realized i could breathe was when you came into my life. You cannot possibly fathom how close i was to shatter under all the weight the world was putting on me. Your help was invaluable, and often times i looked to you to help me. “Just tell me what to do, and i will do it, Taimi.” was often a thought i had.

Before you, i tried really hard to keep some sort of distance between myself and the people i met. I avoided the Pact and Trahearne, i avoided Destiny’s Edge, and i kept a healthy distance from Kas, Jory, Braham and even Rox. Even you, at the beginning.

Mordremoth’s arrival changed a lot of us, not just the sylvari. I can’t place when exactly, but around his awakening i realized i have let you and the others in.

I think of you as my own blood Taimi, you grew up right by me and i could always rely on you. I couldn’t ask for a better cub, if i could design them by hand. I love you, don’t ever forget that.

You taught me again who i am. Who i was. Denalien, the cub who fiercely protects those he views as family. A quiet cub, who would give his life for yours.

So please.

Don’t leave me.

#lazy comics #Taimi #asura #Beasteye Denalien #charr #this is my plea to arenanet to not kill of Taimi #also: just before my chirstmas break i had seen 3 very ugly deaths... so... my plea to you who happens to read this #make every minute count that you spend with your loved ones

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icantbraintoday-tryagainlater · 2 years

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The Bullet that Carved My Name (Chapter Two)

Chapter One

Title: The Bullet that Carved My Name

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Death, gun violance, murder, blood/gore

Fandom: Death and Martha, and Hell's Belles (TikTok's Flickerspark and Sea Ya Out There)

Summery: You die at the hand of your father and learn to love yourself in the afterlife, where Lily, Sharkie, Penny, and the Hellp Desk Gang take you into their adopted family.

Chapter Summery: Bex meets Lily and Penny and learns she doesn't belong in Hell.

Listen - I don't own anything, ok? I don't even own the laptop I'm writing this on or myself (I'm in a lot of dept). But I don't approve of anyone taking this and posting it somewhere else. This is my work and I've worked hard on it. It isn't Beta'd or Proof Read so I guess you could say the onlything I do own are the mistakes in this. I've taken A LOT from my personal life and put it into this story. Please be kind. And if anyone wants to Beta it, I would love that! Just message me and let me know!

I took a glance at the clocks on the wall of the waiting room and hummed, watching the time tick by. For the first time in my life - er… death? I didn’t have anywhere to be, anything to do, or anyone to meet. It was strange. So I didn’t even notice that I had been sitting in the waiting area for 3 whole days.

Three. Whole. Days.

Oh shit.

Quickly, I stood up and padded my way over to the Hellp Desk where I had noticed several people ushering the worst of humanity through to their levels of Hell for the last three days. It had been quiet for a few hours by this point, so the woman behind the desk, I believe her name was Lily, from what I had gathered from watching, was reading The Hobbit. It was a worn copy, and clearly very loved. I instantly fell in love. Tolkein always had a special place in my heart. Middle Earth was my get-away when life became too much .I often dreamed about being part of that world. Having parents who loved and cared for me more than they loved and cared for money and possessions…

“Um, I'm so sorry to interrupt your reading,” I started as I shuffled on my feet and played with the hem of my shirt.

“If you have a problem that you’re down here, just remember that today is not the day, I am not the one, and the coffee machine is being fixed. So tread carefully.” She said as she turned the page to keep reading before she glanced up at me. “Wait - Who are you? You’re not on my list today.”

“I’m sorry, what’s wrong with your coffee maker? I could take a look? I worked at Starbucks for a while, and I might be able to help?” All thoughts of asking for help for myself immediately slipped out of my head as I heard that someone else was needing help. I could take a look at a coffee machine. I loved coffee. I lived off of coffee. And if I could help the women who clearly had the toughest job in all of creation, I would happily help!

But Lily just stared at me as I babbled until she finally shook her head. “Hon, you’re not supposed to be in Hell. Did you take a wrong turn?”

“Oh no, I definitely belong in Hell.” I immediately started arguing. “Like I told Death, if there’s a Hell, then there’s a Heaven, and my parents were right. I definitely belong in Hell for leaving the church. And being pan… Huh… Guess it was a choice…” I sighed, defeated. “I’ve been sitting over there for a few days and I was just wondering if I needed to go to a different level? I’m honestly not sure if I’m even on a level yet.”

“Oh, honey…” Lily put her book down and shook her head, looking me up and down which made me feel even more uncomfortable. “The Christians weren’t the only ones who were right. Yes, there’s a heaven and a hell because that’s what some people believe in. But I promise you, that’s not the only afterlife. There’s paradises you can only imagine, and tortures even worse than level 9.”

“Don’t tell Greg that!” A voice piped up as Penny came over to sit down next to Lily. “He takes his responsibility very seriously, Who are you? Oh, do we have another trainee!?”

“Trainee?” I asked, frowning, confused.

“Love is never a sin,” Lily says, searching her desk for what I assumed was my paperwork. “And neither is leaving a church that preaches hate. Ah! Here it is!” She held up my file with a triumphant smile. “Now, let’s see where you re– Your father really did that?” She asked softly, looking at me.

I shifted again, uncomfortable for the umteenth time. “I just need to know where I go so I can stop bothering you. I didn’t mean to interrupt the Hobbit for you. And before I go, I can still look at the coffee machine.”

“You can fix coffee machines?” Penny asked with a hopeful look. “Oh, you definitely belong here with us, then!!”

“She belongs in her own paradise. Hon, you were a great person.” Lily looked at me again, tilting her head.

“What do you mean? I was horrible when I was a kid.”

“No, you were hurt when you were a kid. And you’ve more than made up for it in your adult life before you died. You were supposed to live a lot longer, too…” She shook her head. “Do you know how many of your friends you’ve saved?”

I frowned, shaking my head. “What do you mean?”

“It says here that wherever a friend called you for help, you were there. Regardless of when or where it was. You’ve talked so many of them off a literal cliff. You saved so many lives. And you did everything you could to help others. But no one was there to help you…”

I was getting more and more uncomfortable as Lily continued to read from my chart. “I just did what I would want someone to do for me. It was nothing, really.”

“That’s not nothing.”

I glanced over to Penny and bit my lip. She was looking at me strangely.

“I wish I had someone like you when I was alive… I might not have ended up here so soon.”

“Oh - Oh, Penny, I’m so sorry.” Immediately I felt my heart break for this beautiful woman in front of me.

“It’s alright.” She said, giving me another smile. “I found my happiness. And my place to heal. And now, you do too.” She reached over the desk and took my hand, squeezing it a little. “How would you like a job? Here at the Hellp Desk? It helped me heal, and I think it will help you, too!”

#fanfiction #hell's bells #tiktok #martha and death #death and martha #death and mortal companion

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DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT Vol.13 Kino [TRACK 1]

Original title: 苛立ちと不安

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 13 Kino

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: Frustration and Anxiety

( They said that this was my punishment. And what I was going through was nothing compared to all the pain and suffering they had to bear themselves, they added. )

*THUD*

“Kuh…!”

*THUD*

“I’m…begging you…You can…hit and kick…Heck, even kill me…But right now…Please let me go…this one time…!”

*THUD*

“Guh…!”

*THUD THUD THUD*

“I’m…begging you…I want to…save her…!”

*THUD THUD*

…

( If this is the price I have to pay for everything I have done, then what exactly should I do, to atone for my sins? If I had at the very least apologized to them back then…Perhaps none of this would have happened? )

*FLASHBACK*

( A few days ago, we returned to the Demon World after living in the human world for a while. The trigger for this was Yuuri. One day, he disappeared out of nowhere. I don’t know why. We didn’t get into any arguments and he acted no different from usual the days prior. However, one morning, he had suddenly vanished into thin air.

While Eve looked as if she may have had a clue as to where he had gone, I honestly didn’t really care. Whatever his reasoning may have been, I figured he would be back soon enough. That’s what I thought. Howeverーー Even after several days had passed, he never came back. Fed up with the situation, I made the decision to return to the Demon World. I felt frustrated remaining at that home, almost as if I was awaiting Yuuri’s return or something. )

Kino returns to your home in Rotigenberg.

*Creaaaaak*

“Che…This mud is really getting on my nerves. It stinks as well! This couldn’t suck any more! This is exactly why I hate coming here to Rotigenberg.”

Kino takes off his muddy shoes as you greet him.

“If you’ve got the time to welcome me back, could you please go throw out those shoes? I don’t need them anymore.”

You obey.

*Thud*

Kino plops down on the couch.

“...Haah. Hey, where’s my smartphone?”

You ask him if he took it with him.

“What makes you think I took it with me? No point in carrying it around with me when there’s no signal in the Demon World anyway …Ah, right. I can’t play games anyway. …Ahー God. I’m only getting even more frustrated! If I could buy some stuff in-game right now, I’d at least be able to blow off some of this stress…!”

You try to calm him down.

“I’m upset because something happened, duh…!”

You join him and ask him what happened.

“Will telling you fix the situation? If that’s the case, gladly.”

You shake your head.

“Right? Then could you please keep your nose out of my business?”

You insist that it could make him feel better.

“Heehー You sure give yourself a lot of credit if you assume that talking to you will make me feel better. Well, I guess I shouldn’t complain about you wanting to cheer me up. No point in fretting over it myself. …Sure, I’ll tell you.

You also understand that the Demon World has been in a state of instability ever since Karlheinz’ disappearance, right? All species are suspicious of the others’ intentions. While no real fights or war has broken out on the surface, it’s pretty clear that everyone is rather on edge.

Officially speaking, there’s the guy who inherited Karlheinz’ powers. It only makes sense for the sovereign rule to remain in the hands of the Vampires. No wonder the other species are anxious. …However, you could say that this is the ideal opportunity for me. All of the other species are preoccupied with this fight for power, the Ghouls are not even on their minds right now. I figured I could take advantage of that and colonize the Adler’s territory first. From what I’ve learnt through my observations, they’re the easiest target.

I proposed this idea to the Ghouls as well. If they can show the world what they’re capable of, they would no longer have to deal with all that hatred and discrimination. They’d even be able to leave this horrible land. However those guys…Instead of agreeing with my offer, they even went as far as to refute it. Going on about it being ‘reckless’ or how it’d be a ‘losing battle’...All they gave me were a bunch of excuses.

And as if that wasn’t enough, they even used Yuuri’s absence to justify that they had no reason to even listen to me right now. Absolutely ridiculous, don’t you think? Of course, They soon shut their mouths after I gave them a small lesson in pain.”

You frown.

“...Why do you look so sad?”

You tell him that you don’t agree with his ways.

“Hmph! I figured you’d say that. ‘Violence is never the answer…!’ ーー That’s pretty much your favorite phrase to use, isn’t it?”

You try to reason with him.

“I see. …So you’re going to oppose me as well, huh?”

You tell him that isn’t your intention.

“I’ve been trying really hard to come up with solutions by myself now that Yuuri is gone, believing that is for the best. However, none of you are even willing to listen to me. If anything, all I get are a bunch of complaints thrown at my head. …However, in the end, they’ll have no other choice but to comply, whether they like it or not. Without any power or privilege, there’s absolutely nothing they can do.”

Kino gets up from his seat and walks over to you.

“...Hey. Am I getting something wrong here?”

You nod.

“Heeh…How so? Tell me.”

You try to explain.

“It was never my intention to have anyone understand me. I just want to have the people around me to act as I please.”

You warn Kino this might push people away from him.

“Those who’d rather take their distance can go ahead and leave. ーー Just like Yuuri did. All other people are just ‘mob characters’ anyway. There’s plenty of replacements around. ーー Ah, but I guess you’re an exception to that rule? You’re the one and only Eve as well. I better treat you with care. …That being saidーー”

Kino pins you down.

*Thud*

*Rustle rustle*

“I’m still having you bear the punishment for opposing me.”

Kino bites you.

“Nn…Mmh…Hah…Your blood is as addictive as ever. Honestly…I almost want to forgive you already, but that’d be too soft of me, don’t you think? This is supposed to be your punishment, so I should make it more painful. So every time you feel the wound ache, or see the mark left behind, you will remember your crimes and regret them. In that case, I guess the neck isn’t a place you look at very often? …Mmh. I guess this spot should do.”

He bites you again somewhere more visible.

“Hahn…”

*Gulp gulp gulp*

“...’Violence is never the answer?’ Yeah right. What other choice do I have? Those guys don’t understand without a little pain.

…Well, I’m sure they’ll come to their senses once I gain control over the Demon World. I’m sure they’ll praise themselves for having stuck with me. Yuuri will realize what a fool he has been for leaving me as well. …It’s not just Yuuri either. I will show Karlheinz and those Sakamaki’s that I am special after all. And they should definitely feel regret! Realizing that they should have never abandoned me!”

You frown.

“That’s enough chit-chat for today. …Hey, let’s move to the bed. It’s hard to suck your blood like this. …I feel like messing you up real bad today. If not, I can’t get rid of this frustration.”

*Rustle*

“Come on, follow me.”

*Ba-dump*

*Riiiiing*

You suddenly clutch your chest and start staggering.

“Hah, what’s this? …Are you trying to appeal to me by feigning feeling weak and tired? That’s rather cunning for someone like you.”

You try to explain.

“Dizzy spells? …After I sucked just a bit of your blood? …Haah. Whatever then.”

You try to walk up to him but nearly collapse.

“...!”

*Rustle*

“You can’t walk, can you…? I guess I have no other choice but to carry you there.”

Kino heads to the bedroom and puts you down on the bed.

*Rustle*

“...There you go. I bet lying down helps, right?”

You ask if he will suck your blood.

“Sure, if that’s what you want. But I’m pretty sure that in your current condition, it won’t take long before you pass out. That’d be dull, so I’ll abstain for now.”

You thank him.

“Hah…You’re really going to thank me? You really are too good for this world. You even followed me here as I told you to. I bet that deep down…you would have rather got away like Yuuri did?”

You shake your head.

“Hmm~? Well, you can easily say whatever you want. …There.”

He puts an extra blanket on you.

“...What? You don’t want it? Your hands were shaking, so I figured you felt cold.”

You point out that he is very kind.

“Haah…? A small thing like this makes me a ‘good guy’? I think your brain might be short-circuiting?”

You explain that he’s going through extra trouble for you.

“Ahー So this is what you’d call ‘doing the right thing’, huh? Hah! Absolutely ridiculous. If a single blanket could solve all of my problems, I wouldn’t be struggling this much. …Besides, I’d only ever do this for you. You really should consider yourself lucky for being special.

…Now stop spouting nonsense and get some rest already. I’ll do the same after taking a shower. I have to go back to the Ghouls tomorrow after all. I need to teach them that this is their last chance. …Well then, good night.”

Kino leaves the room.

*Ba-dump*

You clutch your chest again.

*Ba-dump ・ ba-dump ・ ba-dump*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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