#i feel like i could hear cleos face drop in real time

[time-slink]

oh dear

#secret life #secret life spoilers #im not tagging this further lol #i feel like i could hear cleos face drop in real time

[slashmagpie]

Pearl and Gem glance at each other. Then, as one, they glance back at Tango, who is, evidently, not Tango.

“Do we have an amnesiacold on our hands?” Gem asks. 

“Maybe,” says Pearl, glancing back at Tango again. “Tango, buddy, you feeling alright?”

“I—” Tango opens his mouth. Closes it again. “I mean, I’m a little under the weather, to tell you the truth—I ate a South African sausage and it disagreed with me.”

Pearl hums. “And it’s messed with your memory a bit, right?”

“Yes! I mean, no—I mean, how did you—?”

“Would you say that you have a bit of an amnesiacold, Tango?” asks Gem.

“Amnesiacold?”

“You know. Amnesiacold!” Gem says. “When you get sick and forget everything and feel like somebody else?” 

“Ah.” Tango pulls himself to shore. Frowns. “It’s more of an amnesia-food-poisoning, if I’m honest.”

Pearl winces. “Your poor digestive system.”

“It’s not very nice Pearl, I’ll tell you that much,” Tango says, voice low, one hand pressed against his stomach as he pulls a face.

“Okay, that’s enough, I don’t need to hear about your gut issues,” Gem interrupts. “But—you have an amnesiacold! You know, I was an amnesiacold last season.”

“You mean, you had an amnesiacold?”

“No, I was one.” Gem winks. “Like—Tango has an amnesiacold. But you? You’re the amnesiacold. You know?”

Tango’s shoulders hike up with discomfort. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m Tango. And I think you guys should—should skadoodle somewhere else. Should bother-someone-else-ificate. Begone.” 

“I had an amnesiacold last season, you know,” Pearl says. “Gem was one. You can tell us, buddy, we’re not gonna tell anyone.”

“Promise,” Gem says with a nod. “This is a safe space! You don’t have to pretend to be someone you’re not with us.”

Tango stares at them for a long, long moment, then sags, face falling. He looks exhausted, suddenly, and Pearl feels a rush of sympathy. It can’t be easy, being thrown into the game halfway through, with no context for anything.

“It’s been rough, dudes,” Tango says, voice cracking. “It’s been really really rough. I forgot how hard it was to get anything done on this server! There’s so much chaos, and—”

Wait.

“Ren?”

Not-Tango grins. “In the flesh,” he says with a bow of his head. “Or… not my flesh, exactly.” 

“Ren?” Gem asks, tilting her head in confusion.

“Oh, that’s right, you’ve never met…”

Gem and Ren peer at each other for a moment. “You do look familiar,” Ren says eventually.

“Yeah,” Gem agrees. “I mean, obviously you look familiar—you look like Tango!—but… yeah.” 

They stare at each other for a moment more.

“Maybe we met in a dream?” Ren says at last.

Gem nods. “Sure. Makes as much sense as anything else.”

Pearl glances between them, rocking awkwardly back on her heels. She clears her throat, drawing their attentions back to her. “Welcome back, buddy,” she says to Ren. “Good to see you again.”

“I wish that I could say the same,” Ren says morosely. “I thought I was—I was done, Pearl.” Now that she knows it's Ren, she can hear his cadence in Tango’s voice, voice dropping rough and low with drama as he bows his head. “I was done. No more games, not for the ol’ diggity dog. And now… Here I am!” He laughs a little, stretching out his arms to indicate the server at large. “In a body that’s not mine, in a world I’ve never seen, in a game I do not understand.”

“Oh, Ren…” Pearl frowns. She doesn’t know what to say. 

Gem jumps in. “Hey, it’s okay! It’s just one session, you know? You can do one session!”

“I suppose I must.” Ren looks up at them, jaw tightening. “If I am here—I suppose I must.”

“I’d never been in any of these games before I was Cleo for a bit last season,” Gem says. “So you have an advantage there! And, hey—maybe you can come back next season, and we can meet for real?”

Ren shifts uncomfortably. There’s something heavy hanging about him, something Pearl can’t quite understand. She remembers the last time she’d seen him, skull caved in from the dripstone spike dropped on his head. She remembers her own amnesiacold, the exhaustion that had dragged at her before it had settled in, the memories that had plagued her and just wouldn’t go away. And she wonders—

Just how exhausted would you have to be that your body would have to leave as well as the rest of your self?

Just how sick would you have to be before you didn’t want to come back?

Still, Ren steadies himself. Quirks Tango’s mouth into a smile. “Maybe,” he says, meeting Gem’s gaze. “That would be nice, to meet for real.”

#secret life #spoilers #fanfiction #obligatory post-session ficlet time! #there was so much going on this session i could have gone with almost anything for this #but amnesiacolds is where we landed #this one is very much playing with martyn's lore which i think is very fun #also. i miss rendog when will he come back from the war ;-; #magpie feather quill

[not-so-anonymous-scotch]

"Turning Pages" - Limited Life Ethubs oneshot

696 words, oneshot, angsty/gen, SFW, based around/inspired by Session 2 from Etho's POV/ravine convo.

hi. wrote this real fast cuz i have feelings.

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“So, why are you with TIES, then?”

Bdubs looked at Etho, as the pair quietly stole some of the unchecked seeds from the Bread Bridge. No one was around, and the thing had spanned so far there was no chance anyone would hear them out here.

“What do you mean?” Etho glanced over at Bdubs. “I mean, I'm with them but..”

“You are- you are with them.” Bdubs chuckled. “Tango, Skizz, Impulse...”

“Yeah, yeah- they're a good team. BEST was nice, Impulse has been good too, so...”

Bdubs huffed, annoyed by Etho's apparent obliviousness. “Yeah but-”

“What, are you jealous?” Etho said as he grinned under his mask.

“No-” Bdubs started quickly, “No I am not. I- I killed all of them before, remember?”

Etho paused for a moment, the thought not having crossed his mind like that. “Oh.”

“Yeah!” A laugh trailed from Bdubs as he more quickly moved to pull wheat from the dirt around them. “I thought-- I just wonderin', cuz you teamed up with them... I never killed you.”

While Etho had admittedly not thought about the fact all of TIES had been killed by Bdubs, he couldn't deny there was a pull there. They all had talked behind Bdubs' back. Etho hadn't been killed by him, but.. well, there was Double Life. Maybe not killed, but there was tension from that. There was jealousy shown. He'd enjoyed his time with Joel but Bdubs' bursting with infatuation for Impulse was hard for him to watch. Where was their playful back and forth? Why couldn't they be together despite their soulbonds? Why didn't Bdubs give that to him?

“Uhh... yeah, you didn't.” Etho spoke quietly, choosing to steal from a different side of the bridge. “But I- I... guess they were just nice, you know? They-”

“What, and I couldn't be nice?” Bdubs butted in, “You're- it's about all that talkin' you did with 'em. You know I'm not gonna drop that. They certainly weren't nice to me!”

An ache settled in Etho's chest. He did feel bad about that. “I know, I know-- I guess I just...” Etho sighed, stopping for a moment. “Bdubs, you know how Double Life went.”

Etho had to glance over at Bdubs as he stayed silent for a few moments too long.

“...Yeah.” He could hear Bdubs, faintly a few blocks away.

Etho stood up straight to face Bdubs fully. “We didn't.... we didn't get any time to.. to talk about um, Last Life.” He was trying so hard to keep his voice steady. “I- You just went off with Impulse and I didn't really talk to you at all, you know.”

He kept going, not giving Bdubs a chance to interrupt. “You died in Last Life- I barely got to see you after that. And then you run off with Impulse, like the happiest couple on the server.”

Bdubs turned to look at him, a mix of anger and upset clear on his face. “I- I didn't abandon you. I- you can't tell me that, I died for you!” His voice was quickly rising, “Do you want me to kill you? Do- D'you need me to kill you and really make it even? Huh? Cuz it sure sounds like you feel as if you've been hurt as bad as the rest of TIES.”

Etho's brows creased, looking down at Bdubs as he took some steps closer. He tried to ignore his heart beat, picking up as he heard the genuine hurt in Bdubs' voice.

“Come on, Etho..” Bdubs' voice wavered for a moment. “You.. you know that's not how it is. I- I know you aren't like them.”

Etho looked away, giving a sigh. “I... I donno. I can't- I think I just... need some time this season, to just.. team up without you.”

It wasn't what Bdubs' wanted to hear, but he couldn't bring himself to fight it.

“Fine.”

“You... got a nice thing going- with Cleo and Scar.” Etho added as he watched Bdubs start to head down the other side of the bridge. “I think... it's good you know- find a little family. Right?”

For a moment, Bdubs softened. “Yeah. Yeah, it's nice.”

#ethubs #limited life #ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #trafficblr #LiL SMP #Life SMP

[hmspogue]

Outer Banks season 2 Official Trailer shot-by-shot rundown

A comprehensive post where I scream about analyze the entire trailer frame by frame for clues, theories, and plot. Just my own opinions and general tin foil-hatting

These are screenshots from Netflix’s trailer for Outer Banks season 2. I do not claim or own any of these.

note: this post is tagged as a long post if you wish to avoid having to scroll until your thumbs break.

“My old man used to tell me, ‘it’s best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom’.”

(Putting all of these shots together since they’re scenes we already know but-) Holy shit, okay let’s just....start off like this I guess, damn.

“'Trust me’, he said...”

Kiara looking back and forth between the boys like this really just feeds the headcanon I have that her form of grief this season is going to be her trying to hold it together for their sakes (and eventually just snapping).

JJ just looks fucking furious someone give these kids a hug? I already know this scene is going to ruin me.

“You can always go...”

JJ back working at the hotel. He looks literally so angry again in this scene I could see him self destructing at work and losing his job? (Please do not be isolating yourself you beautiful son of a bitch even though I know you’re going to).

Pope in the Twinkie (costuming wise they all are in warmer looking clothes for some of the shots, so just confirming it’s a little bit into the school year when this all takes place).

“Lower”

Big John was real big into pep talks, I see. (seriously can you imagine Big John having this conversation with like 8 year old John B after he fucking dropped his ice cream cone or some shit I shouldn’t be laughing).

I’m just-

These poor kids, I wanna know how the police all the way down in the Bahama’s knew about them?

Their calves....

“RUN!”

Are going to be so fucking jacked by the end of this season I stg.

Fuck you.

“The gold from the Royal Merchant....it’s here.”

For a while, I had thought that maybe they didn’t even make it to the Bahama’s at the front of the season and ended there (because everyone had been filming in there). But I guess they’re going to be making two trips.

If I were a bird from this POV I’d shit right on that house no questions asked.

oooooh ho hokay. Just so we’re clear. Ward Cameron not only get away with murder and about two dozen other felonies, but-

“Half a billion.”

HE STILL FINDS THE GOLD IN THE CRAIN HOUSE AND GETS TO KEEP IT?

Not the polo with the snap back, I just know this man has a playlist called Sad Boi Hours that is just Juice WRLD’s top 5 songs on Spotify and he tells his friends they wouldn’t know the underground artists he listens to.

Sh, you have lost screaming privileges. Go inside and take a nap maybe.

“John B, we are fugitives in a foreign country.”

So, previously, I was talking about how I was confused how they would still be trying to find him is everyone thought he was dead, but here the wanted poster clearly says “presumed lost at sea”. I think that will be interesting to see how the Pogues all interpret that. 

Especially because they already had a memorial for John B and everything, I wonder if there will be any part of the Pogues holding out hope that they both could still be out there OUCH.

I’m going to circle back to this, but it looks like John B and Sarah are going to get separated for a little while in this man hunt, I could see my idiot himbo son trying to sacrifice himself so Sarah can get away but in reality just....stranding her.

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid?”

Oh, sweetie....

“Well, Sarah Cameron, I do stupid things all the time without realizing it.”

The volume of his self awareness is astronomical. sir, that is your whole character summed up in your own words.

GOD, IT’S ME AGAIN. PLEASE LET THEM LEAN INTO COMPLETE HIMBO JOHN B THIS SEASON I’LL DO ANYTHING-

nyyooooOOOOOOOOOOOOM-

“Hold on!”

The complete abject terror I would feel having John Booker Routledge driving get-away and then saying the words “Hold on” while reaching fro the gear shift? The english language fails me. 

Sarah, bestie, I’m so sorry.

I just wanna know-

what the plan or objective was in this situation. What was the reason for being this dramatic.

Rest in piss, bozo <3

“Ward’s still out there...”

Okay, same conversation they were having as before. I wonder what makes them decide they need to get back to the OBX for this tho.

“I can clear my name. This can all be over in one shot.”

It looks like Topper watching this but way more concerningly, correct me if I’m wrong but this 100% looks like....John B gets caught. And the DEATH PENALTY?! He did have a mug shot for the fliers in s1 and the one above but he was never brought in? Plus he just looks super dirty and dishevled in this one so I-

Jail break anyone?

I also still want to know if they’re going to go with a Topper redemption arc this season. like, does he know more than he should just from being around Rafe and his big fat mouth? Is he going to help out the Pogues even if it’s just for Sarah?

This shot just suddenly made me really sad. The thought of this all started because Big John left one last thing for his son to find, his literal life’s work. And when it all started, it was just a fun adventure John B and his best friends were going on together and having fun with. Then it all got dragged to absolute shit and turned into what it did, including the remaining 3 Pogues thinking that this treasure hunt took their two best friends away from them. And it’s nothing like Big John intended it to be.

Why my eyes wet?

Now we’re edging into what I was talking about earlier with John B and Sarah getting separated.

“If you think there is anything I wouldn’t do...”

Once again, John B is no where to be found. Also, just in case y’all didn’t already know or forgot Ward is an actual psychopath.

I believe this one of the new character, played by Jontavious Johnson (Stubbs). Based on the voice over it lowkey sounds like they’re implying Ward maybe hired Stubbs and Cleo to find and bring Sarah back. My theory would be I bet they do go to retrieve her, but she somehow convinces them that it would be more beneficial for them in the end to be on the Pogue’s side instead.

Miss Girl you gotta be keeping your head on a SWIVEL. Especially when you’re a FUGITIVE of the LAW-

“...you haven’t been paying attention.”

My guy, who are you clarifying this for?

It’s what you deserve for monologuing.

in all seriousness, the idea of them coming to face to face with Ward in Nassau after thinking they finally escaped him is genuinely terrifying.

“SARAH!”

It kind of looks like they’re either hiding their faces or covering their noses? I don’t know maybe it was from some tactic to get away from Ward.

What did I literally jsut say about yelling privileges, you unhinged mother fucker?

“I’m calling the shots now. I’m driving.”

The following progression of scenes made me actually snort-

“I can’t drive stick.”

PLEASE THE FINGER GUNS LAUNCHED ME INTO ORBIT I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR.

Alright, so now it looks like we’re in Charleston. This is the same scene with Heyward’s truck that got leaked from BTS (read: JJ and Kie shoulder touch).

One of the main things that stuck out to me in the following scenes which, you will see, is it lowkey looks like Pope is kind of heading up this part of the operation, or even going in alone? The following clips are just very Pope focused. 

I don’t know what it means, it’s just an observation.

“John B was not the only one that Ward double-crossed.”

LIMBRY-

Bro, we have been hearing about this woman for literal months and I just have....so many questions? 

Who the hell is she? How is she connected to Ward? Why is she in South Carolina instead of the OBX? How do the Pogues even learn about her and how to track her down? How is she meant to “help” them? GAH I JUST WANNA KNOOOW. I already know I don’t trust her though and no I will not be offering up supporting evidence.

Sir, that is my son please unhand him.

“I think you know what I want.”

.......no? But feel....free to explain yourself?

The print on the paper is the same one that’s on the ceiling tiles in the following scene. Obviously, with a key on it that most likely goes to the place a few shots from now.

Hell yeah, son, let’s get SLEUTHING.

“The treasure belongs to the Pogues.”

DAMN STRAIGHT.

Bestie’s I’m not going to lie, I stared at this frame for a solid 10 minuets and I have no idea what it says on there I’m sorry. Someone in the comments is welcome to enlighten us.

“We gotta find it first.”

I can’t tell if that’s just dirt or if he hurt his head? But he look GOOD right now for one thing. For another, same outfit as the one in the Twinkie from the beginning of the trailer.

Look at her. LooK AT HER! LOOK! AT! HER! I MISSED HER SO MUCH even in that damn smiley face top that continues to haunt my waking hours she is in it so much and it stresses me out for literally no good reason I’m sorry-

I could literally cry right now and I think that speaks volumes to how little we actually see him genuinely happy. Have I mentioned how much I love that red hat?

Also, probably not that important, but this is not from the same scene as the shots of Pope and Kiara were. This is from the next one-

“Woogity-woogity?”

“Give me some woogity, baby!”

Yeah, this pushed me over the fucking edge, the way that they’re actually happy and laughing? The fact that they kept woogity-woogity and made it A Thing? Yes.

I am, however, going to be intentionally ignoring what appears to be the very intentional stagingof having such an obvious space between where Kiara and Pope are sitting adn where JJ sits, even including the level they’re sitting on because I don’t have the emotional capacity to face those implications right now. Thank you for your time.

Yes yeeeeEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!

GIVE ME ALL OF THE SCENES OF THEM ACTUALLY GETTING TO BE TEENAGERS AND JUST BREATHE AND LAUGH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME AND NOT BE RUNNING FOR THEIR FUCKING LIVES!!!!!!!!!!!

before Rafe comes in and literally starts shooting because they can’t breathe for more than 7 seconds but we’ll....get to that.

They refer to Sarah as a Pogue this season or I burn Netflix to the ground. Your move, Jonas.

50 bucks says John B is driving the Twinkie again for the first time since being back.

I deadass think the Pogues JUST got Sarah and John B back and they’re just having the time of their life. Kie was in her smiley face outfit when Pope was in this one a few clips ago, and I still hold to the belief that that one still they released of JJ and Kie hopping over a fence is the Pogue reunion so-

Ward? I have no idea what he’s looking at behind the wall paper and I’ll be so honest I don’t care my eyes are only seeing Pogue content right now.

“This is a map of the whole island.”

This fit, when will John B learn how to operate buttons, stay tuned for season 5. Also my previous theory of this being their reunion outfits and stuff because Pope is in the back in the same jacket as before.

The plot thickens and so has JJ’s hair, Rudy drop the shampoo brand.

Please, dear God, tell me they’re back in the sex church. For @jiaaraa sake.

Kiara, your Madison is showing.

Okay, I really did try but all I can make out is Something to the tomb begin something something.

You’re welcome.

I am no expert but I do not believe boats operate on land.

John B looks like he is in the same outfit here that is in his mug shot we saw on the TV screen so I have a sneaking suspicion this is where he gets caught. 

“John B is back-”

Once again with the damn sexual tension that’s always between Barry and Rafe in every scene they do are we about to kiss right now?

“-it’s him or me.”

First of all, no.

Second of all, I’m just....so very confused about this time line this season. It kind of looks like Ward and Rafe follow and find Sarah and John B in Nassau (unless those scenes by the truck were actually back in the OBX). So did they....go to Nassau, then just come right back when they did? I’m just confused.

Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.

Literally when will you stop at this point I am begging you. 

This looks like the same scene the Pogues were, ya know, literally just having a good time at so fuck me, I guess.

Yeah, no, it’s going to be a no from me, I’m just going to pretend like I’m not seeing this and moving on.

I have simply no idea what is going on here or who that is on the bike but maybe JJ? Maybe Luke even? I think that’s JJ’s bike. 

The sewer scene. The SEWER SCENE-

For months sicne that tiktok leaked this damn scene has been genuinely all I could think about. So (obviously) it seems like they’re sending Kie down into the sewer to go do seomthing and things go horribly, horribly wrong. 

If you haven’t seen the tiktok, essentially all it was was JJ and Pope screaming and trying to lift up the man hole cover while Kie is begging for them to hurry from inside. I’m cheating a little bit as this isn’t a shot from the trailer but this picture was posted and it’s from the same scene.

I’ll just....leave this here. Back to the trailer shots.

Nice. Also, same shirt as mugshot.

Hey, um, what? 

Kiara’s car, she’s driving, I can’t tell who’s in the back seat or the front.

Holy God what is going on and how can I as an audience member put a stop to it?

So, same scene as we will see and was in the teaser but, for some reason, they’re all jumping off of a giant ass boat into the little life raft where it looks like JJ gets hurt later but don’t you worry we’re getting to that.

JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE JJ AND KIARA WITH THE POGUE HANDSHAKE THEY BOTH LOOK SO DAMN GOOD AND THEIR LITTLE SMILES SPARE ME-

Cleo 🥵

I’m so excited to see her arc and what it brings this season you guys have no idea.

Please for the love of God be about to get Ward Cameron’s ass like he deserves literally punt him into jail right from Tanny Hill.

Sarah at My Druther’s with what looks like a bloody bandage on her side? Same outfit she’s wearing when they’re running from the police on the beach and she has the bandage there too so. Interesting. 

Topper hugging who I’m pretty sure is Sarah, being a general douche because he’s clearly looking at John B like 😏 

Clips like these serve to remind me just how many of my worldly posessions I would gladly give up to be able to punch Topper Thorton in the throat one time. 

I think this is Cleo jumping off the boat with Pope after John B and Sarah. 

Absolutely busting a lung at Pope’s form in this one.

John B and Sarah waiting in the life raft, still Cleo and Pope coming after them. The obvious next question is where are JJ and Kiara. The scene I’m sure you all have been waiting for is coming up and clearly takes place in the life raft as well.

So, I really think JJ and Kie get left for last, something horrible happens as they’re trying to jump (my head instantly goes to JJ maybe like pushing Kie out of the way and getting hit on the head instead or even just some accident). 

And, oh my GOD a scene of him falling off the boat after it happens and Kiara diving in after him immediately, having to desperatly try to stop him from sinkingand get to the life raft holy shit-

Girl CATCH HIM?????

Because why wouldn’t this be Rafe’s fault. Part of me wonders if this isn’t related to JJ being hurt.

I am going to try and unpack this as calmly as possible because behind my computer screen I am vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass but respectfully.

WHAT IN THE FUCK IS TIAUEWFHLAILA

Okay, so scene wise, JJ’s hit his head somehow (probably while he was jumping with Kiara) it looks like and now they’re back on the raft. 

In my opinion, this is either:

A) JJ is in really, really bad condition after getting hurt in the jump and they’re not sure he’s going to make it. So this is a “Please stay with me, stay awake, please don’t die” hug OR

B) They very narrowly just avoided a deadly situation (my first thought is JJ hits his head while jumping, passes out in the water, maybe almost drowns but Kie and the others get him onto the life raft in time) and this is more of a “Oh my God, you’re okay, you’re safe now, we’re okay” hug. 

I honestly lean more to the second one based on the little bit of Sarah’s face we saw in the background. To me, it almost looked like she was smiling thru tears, which, fits way more with the second option than the first. 

Anyways. Moving on before I burst a lung again.

(also, before anyone comes at me, no, I’m not happy JJ is hurt, obviously.  

(Once again, arrest outfits). You can still see the bandage but it looks like Sarah’s limping now too so...good Lord give the girl a break maybe?

Everything in this trailer just went to shit so fast I think I have whip lash, can we go back to the Pogues hanging out and being happy now pkease I liked those scenes.

“I get it. You guys are scared.”

“No.”

She’s cute but, uh, hello sewer scene outfits. Seems like them planning to do whatever the hell they were going to do in the sewers but the boys are starting to get cold feet as maybe they should but hind sight is 20/20 I suppose.

“It’s kind of cute.”

“I’m not scared.”

“You should’ve just led with that.”

I will never be able to express how much I adore Pogue banter and general dumbassery and I have a feeling this season will not be lacking in either department

I high key don’t think these two are actually going to be there for this scene to go down but I’ll let it slide this time because-

They do be kinda cute.

It both feels like I’ve been waiting for this damn show for 3 years and also like I just watched season 1 last month explain that to me. 

Either way holy shit. I missed this dumb show and these dumb kids so much it physcially hurts and WE GET THEM BACK IN T-MINUS 16 DAYS.

Also. Where The Hell Is Wheezie Cameron And When Will She Have The Rights She Deserves.

#THIS LEGIT TOOK ME ALL DAY #AND I HAD A BLAST #im simply not ready #jiara nation how we feeling #UGH i missed them so much dude #outer banks season 2 #obx #long post #shot by shot rundown #jiara #the pogues #obx2 #john b routledge #pope heyward #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #jj maybank #jarah b #john b x sarah #jj maybank x kiara carrera #cleo #rafe cameron #topper thornton

[fanficshiddles]

What About Trust, Chapter 14

Loki was so nervous when he took Cleo to the park for a picnic.

He knew he had to tell her, and that it could quite possibly be the end… He had no idea how she was going to take it. He kept telling himself not to, to just become Luke.

But when he looked into her face, he knew he had to tell her the truth. He couldn’t go on living a lie. Not to her.

They were sitting on a picnic rug in the middle of the park, their usual spot was sectioned off due to some tree felling going on. Cleo was a little disappointed they were taking down one of the oldest and largest trees in the park, had been there for hundreds and hundreds of years. But it was rotten inside and needed to come down before it did it on its own in a dangerous manner.

Whilst the sound of the chain saws didn’t exactly set a nice romantic mood, Cleo was still happy simply being there with Loki.

She had a feeling there was something bugging Loki, but she wasn’t sure what though.

‘Are you ok? You seem slightly distracted?’ She asked as she shuffled closer to him and put her hand on his knee.

Loki put his hand over hers. ‘I’m fine, darling…’ He took in a breath and was about to tell her. ‘But there is something I wanted to ta’

But suddenly they could hear the sound of the large tree snapping and then shouting from the workers. But they weren’t shouting timber.

‘LOOK OUT!’ ‘ITS FALLING THE WRONG WAY!’ ‘WATCH OUT!’

People began screaming as the tree started falling down towards a big crowd of people who were by the lake feeding ducks. Luckily not towards where Cleo and Loki were.

But Loki saw the fear in Cleo’s eyes as the tree fell towards the other people. It all happened so fast, but for Loki it felt like time had slowed right down.

He knew what he needed to do, even if it meant outing himself before even being able to tell Cleo himself.

Standing up, he suddenly disappeared from Cleo’s eyes and he re-appeared right under the tree on front of the crowd of people. He put his hands up towards the tree and took a power stance as a green haze of magic surrounded his hands. The tree stopped mid-air, causing everyone, including Cleo, to gasp in shock and amazement.

Loki was able to push the tree back up into position and he had it fall in the correct direction, where there was an open space that had been taped off. So no one was hurt, or killed.

Once the tree was safely down, he let out a gasp of relief as he dropped his magic. He looked up, sweat on his forehead, surprised when everyone around him started clapping, cheering and thanking him. One woman ran up to him and hugged him, her young child at her side.

‘Thank you! You saved our lives!’ She gushed, tears falling down her cheeks.

Loki frowned and looked at her when she released him. ‘You’re… Welcome…’

He managed to get away from the crowd, though some tried following him to keep thanking him. He was able to brush them off and rushed back over to Cleo, who was stood by the picnic rug in utter shock. Tears were welling up in her eyes as Loki approached her.

‘Cleo… I can explain.’ He whispered and reached out towards her.

But Cleo stepped backwards from him. ‘What… How did you… How did you do that?’

Loki felt his stomach twisting nervously. ‘I… I haven’t been completely honest with you, darling. I… I’m not from here, from Earth.’

Her eyes widened.

‘I’m from a world called Asgard.’

‘The Gods?’ She gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.

Loki nodded. ‘My real name is Loki.’

Realisation washed over her face, her lower lip started quivering. ‘You… You lied to me.’

‘Cleo… I never meant to. I didn’t want to tell you who I really was in fear that you would hate me. I never meant to fall in love, I didn’t know I would. Or I would have told you sooner. I was going to tell you, I truly was.’ Loki said in a panic.

‘Everything you’ve told me has been a lie… How am I supposed to believe you now?’ She asked angrily, but tears were flowing freely down her face. Loki wanted nothing more than to comfort her. But he was the reason for those tears.

‘Not all. What you’ve seen in me, what we’ve been together. That’s all real, that’s all true.’ He reached out towards her, but she moved back again, making his heart hurt.

Cleo shook her head and closed her eyes. She put her head down and let out a shaky breath, then looked back up at him.

‘I… I’m going home.’ She reached down to grab her bag.

‘Let me walk you’

‘No!’ She snapped. ‘No… I need to be alone.’ She said firmly and then walked off, leaving an utterly heartbroken Loki in the middle of the park.

Some people came up to him again, thanking him and a few people asked if he was Loki, having put pieces together and realised who he was. He felt overwhelmed and just wanted to get out of there, so he just teleported back home, vanishing right on front of their eyes.

-

By the end of the day, what Loki did to save the few dozen people was all over the news and internet. Someone had been there and caught it all on video, it had gone viral.

He had to close his book shop and put an illusion over the front door so no one knew he was there. As it hadn’t taken long at all for someone to track him down.

Loki wasn’t at all surprised when he opened the backdoor to a visit from Thor a few hours later. The banging on the door was rather evident to who it was.

But when Thor saw Loki’s face, he knew something was wrong. Loki looked like hell.

‘Brother… what’s wrong? I came to congratulate you on saving the mortals, but you look as if you need saving yourself.’

Loki’s lip quivered, but instead of being able to speak, he broke down in tears. Thor had never seen him like that before, so vulnerable and upset.

‘Brother.’ He rushed to him as Loki slid down the wall and tucked his head into his arms. Thor sat down next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. ‘Speak to me, brother. What’s happened?’

It took Loki a while to be able to speak, to tell Thor what happened. That he was going to tell her, but the incident happened before he had a chance to.

‘She hates me. She’s terrified. Wants nothing more to do with me.’ Loki sneered, wiping his nose with his sleeve. He hated the fact he had broken down on front of Thor like he did.

Thor had never realised how much he loved her.

‘That’s not what I saw, brother. Someone else captured you speaking to her after in a video, it didn’t look like she was scared. She looked angry and upset, yes. But not scared. Just give her some time to process everything, give her a call tomorrow and speak to her. Meet her and explain why you didn’t want to tell her. I am sure she will understand.’ Thor said softly.

Loki turned his head away from Thor as more tears fell down his face.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #Loki x OFC #Loki fic #Loki x original female character #fan fiction #what about trust #fluffy Loki #angst

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for requests how about: impulse, encountering some or all of the day one crew and getting Very Uneasy because oh shit, the 3rdlife memories are coming back hard

Hey! Sorry this took me SO long to finish. It was a hard one to write because between you asking this (I think?) and now, Impulse had that whole encounter with Bdubs on the path and I was like "Well I don't want to just write that" and then Cleo showed up? And I haven't ever written her before (except for a few lines in another hero, another mindless crime) so I had to go watch a ton of vids and streams and--

okay. Excuses over. Please enjoy this little "Impulse has a bad time but Friends Are Good" drabble. <3

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Sweet Dreams

The Crastle was bigger than he remembered. Had this hallway always been here? This doorway? This arch that led to another hall…which branched and spiraled and led up stairs and down Escherian ramps in a labyrinth of stone walls and a floor dotted with pressure plates?

Impulse found himself running, breath coming in short, panicked gasps as he dashed down the halls, throwing open doors and darting around corners, leaping over the pressure plates—someone was chasing him.

They were coming for him, glowing red eyes and white teeth—fangs—glinting in the shadows. And over all, the ever-louder beat:

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It pounded in his ears, deafening, and he stumbled to cower against a wall, hunching with his arms over his head, trying in vain to drown it out. But no—no, it was even louder now, thumping so close it rattled his teeth, and he looked down to see blood spreading across his shirt and at the center where his heart should be: a golden clock embedded in his chest.

“They gave me a clock, Impulse.”

His head snapped up. Bdubs, eyes blank and red like two burning embers, stared down at him, no expression on his grey face.

“Ride or die?” Cleo’s voice came from behind him, and Impulse spun to see her glaring down the length of a crossbow, her eyes as scarlet and expressionless as Bdubs’. “How about… die.”

She fired the crossbow, the bolt exploding into flames that swarmed toward Impulse’s face—

He shot upright in bed, gasping for air. He swallowed hard, rubbing his chest as he gradually caught his breath. His heart pounded so loudly that for one horrible moment he thought it might really have been replaced with a bloody golden clock.

But no. Around him, the night was cool and dark, the silence of the Boatem village broken only by the faint rattling of a distant skeleton and the lowing of cows.

Just a dream. Just a nightmare.

Just another nightmare.

Impulse slumped back against his pillows, flopping one arm over his eyes and letting out a long, shuddering sigh in the darkness. It had been months since they’d moved on from the 3rd Life server, months of good times and laughter and the excitement of new projects and builds… and yet at night, when the voices of his friends faded away and Impulse was left alone with himself—he found himself back. Time and again, his sleeping mind returned to the Crastle, or to Dogwarts, or to the sandy dunes of the Red Desert. And inevitably, he found himself face to face with nightmare versions of his day-one crew: Bdubs and ZombieCleo, red-eyed and vengeful.

“I never betrayed them,” he muttered to the darkness. “Never.”

So why did he feel guilty?

Well. If he was honest with himself… it wasn’t really guilt. Or it was, but not because of anything he’d done in 3rdLife—no, the guilt he felt was because the primary emotion associated with Bdubs and Cleo in his dreams was fear.

These were his friends! Being afraid of them went against every instinct he had, every good memory and inside joke and shared experience. And that was a different world anyway—different rules, different lives. It didn’t change anything here on Hermitcraft.

And yet…

And yet when he saw that clock on Bdubs’ belt the other day, or when he’d come up out of the mines that first morning in Boatem and Cleo had been standing right there, Impulse hadn’t been able to suppress the rising wave of panic that swept over him. Panic over being caught in his web of lies, panic that he might hurt the only people he trusted, panic that they didn’t trust him—

Enough was enough. He needed to get past this; he couldn’t spend the rest of the season (the rest of his life?) having anxiety attacks whenever he encountered any of the other Crastle crew members. Talking with Bdubs on the trail had helped, but… he hadn’t seen Cleo since the first days of the server.

That needed to change.

Impulse threw off the covers and pushed himself out of bed, padding down the stairs to the main level of his house. Grabbing his communicator from where he’d left it atop the crafting bench, he tapped out two quick messages:

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: hey, can we meet up and chat? Spawn egg, around noon?

He set down the communicator and turned to go to bed, but to his surprise, it buzzed with an immediate reply.

<ZombieCleo> ZombieCleo whispered to you: everything alright?

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: yeah sure, I just |

Impulse stared at the blinking cursor for a moment, then backspaced and started again:

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: not really. but it’s nothing major. just want to chat a few things over with you.

<ZombieCleo> ZombieCleo whispered to you: Impulse it’s 3 in the morning. you wouldn’t be messaging if it wasn’t major. want to talk now?

He blinked. That… wasn’t the response he’d expected. He hesitated, finger hovering over the touch screen.

<impulseSV> you whisper to ZombieCleo: sure.

<ZombieCleo> ZombieCleo whispered to you: i'll come to you.

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Impulse was waiting on the roof when Cleo arrived, swooping in with the dry rustle of elytra wings to land on the cobble-and-slabs rooftop.

He looked up at her with an automatic smile, but she didn’t even wait for a “hey” before plopping down beside him.

“Alright, Impulse,” she said, her brisk tone ordering, rather than inviting him to speak. “What’s going on?”

Pulling his knees into his chest, Impulse wrapped his arms around his legs, the cobblestone beneath him still radiating a bit of warmth from the day’s sun.

“I…” he let his voice trail off, not sure where to begin.

“Out with it.” Cleo held out her hand, palm up, as if waiting for him to drop something into it. “Spit it out. It’s not gonna get any better for stewing on it.”

This was a dumb idea. Impulse closed his eyes and, before he could talk himself out of it, let the words spill out in a rush:

“I keep having dreams. Nightmares. About being back… back there. At the Crastle, mainly. And, ah—” he chuckled nervously and opened his eyes, looking sideways at Cleo. “You and Bdubs are there. And you’re… mad. Yeah, you’re really mad. And you don’t trust me. And—" he took a deep breath. “I keep dreaming that you’re so mad you kill me.”

Cleo tilted her head, raising an eyebrow. “But we didn’t. Well,” she corrected herself. “I didn’t.”

“I know, I know—it’s stupid. It doesn’t make sense, and I know that, but…” he swallowed, and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “I need to get it off my chest. Because even thought I know it’s not real, and I know this is an entirely different world, and I know that nothing from that server really changes anything, I can’t just… turn off what my brain does when I’m not paying attention to it. You guys are my friends and I’m getting real tired of feeling like I need to start running every time I see one of you. To be honest, sitting here right now even is making me antsy.”

Overhead, the stars continued on their paths in silence, and somewhere in the village a couple of sheep baa-ed at each other plaintively.

“Well. That’s… something. That’s certainly something, isn’t it.” Cleo was quiet for a moment, examining him. Impulse looked away, suddenly finding his fingernails deeply interesting.

“Impulse.”

She reached out and laid a hand on his arm, and he instinctively flinched away. Cleo raised both eyebrows at him this time, pulling her hand back—then deliberately replacing it, her fingers cool and firm through the thin fabric of his sleeve. “Impulse,” she repeated, her tone gentle but brooking no argument. “You… you know I’m not good at this stuff. But at the risk of getting in way over my pay-grade: we’re good. We’re your friends.” She gave him a shake. “We love you, you idiot. No amount of murdery games on another server gonna change that.”

Impulse gave a little laugh, pretending neither of them could hear the emotion that made his voice catch in his throat. “Wow, Cleo,” he said. “Love. Big word.”

“Bah.” She shoved him away, throwing her hands in the air. “I love everybody, you’re not special.” But there was a grin in her voice. “And anyway—why me? You’ve got a lotta nerve, Impulse, having nightmares about me killin’ you.”

“Hey, you were scary with that crossbow.”

“I was, wasn’t I.” Cleo sounded satisfied about that.

The knot in Impulse’s chest was slowly loosening, and he glanced over to see Cleo leaning back on her hands, staring up at the sky. The faintest tinge of pinkish-grey was starting to appear on the eastern horizon. The Boatem crew would be up and about soon—Grian in particular had a tendency to be up at an ungodly hour of the morning.

“Hey—” Impulse said, lowering his voice again. “Um. Thanks. For swinging by. Sorry for being weird about all this.”

“Impulse if you start apologizing for being weird you’re never going to stop.” She made a face at him. “Because you’re very weird.”

“Thaaaanks.”

Cleo gave him an easy punch on the shoulder. “You know you adore me,” she said. “And if it makes you feel any better, I can promise you this: I will kill you again at some point, I’m sure. And it’ll have nothing at all, whatsoever, to do with Third Life: it’ll be because you deserve it.” She paused. “Or because I just want to.”

Somehow, out of all the things she could have said, a casual threat of violence was the thing that did the trick. Impulse laughed—out loud, for real, a genuine laugh that shook loose the tension in his shoulders and chased away the phantom of Cleo standing over him with a crossbow.

“Thanks, Cleo.”

Cleo stood, and patted him on the head, ruffling up his hair. “There’s the obnoxiously-cheerful Impulse I know and loath,” she teased. “Can’t have you being all maudlin over here—I’m the gloomy one on this server.”

“I didn’t wake you, did I?” Impulse asked, smoothing down his hair and also standing.

She waved a hand dismissively. “Nah. You know me—I don’t do the sleeping thing much. Too much work to do: graves to dig, bodies to—” she grinned darkly “—find. ‘S a lot for an entrepreneuring zombie like myself.”

“Well, I guess I’ll let you get back to it.” Impulse tried to stifle a yawn. He wasn’t entirely successful.

“Go to bed, Impulse,” Cleo laughed, activating her elytra. “And try to only have normal nightmares about me for a while. Ya know—ones where I’m properly zombie-terrifying, not this Crastle nonsense.”

“I’ll do my best.” He watched her fly off, and yawned again, this time wide enough to pop his jaw.

Alright. Let’s try this one more time. Sleep.

He left the roof and reentered his house, which suddenly felt much more cozy and far less empty and cold than it had when he’d first awakened. Sliding back under his blankets, he tugged them up around his ears and closed his eyes with a sigh.

Something exploded outside, and his eyes popped back open.

Maniacal laughter echoed over the hills of Boatem, and Impulse deliberately rolled over, burying his head under the pillow.

Tomorrow’s insanity would come soon enough. For now: sleep.

((sweet dreams, Impulse.))

#here have some impulse hc #as a treat. and because impy deserves it #redwinterwrites #sweet dreams #impulsesv #hermitcraft

[imagine-loki]

What About Trust, Chapter 14

TITLE: What About Trust CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki owns a bookshop on Midgard. He had to do something there to try and avoid getting any attention. But he’s not fond of having customers, is rather grumpy and guarded. But then he meets a bright, bubbly and trusting young woman who doesn’t recognise him. To his dismay, he finds himself becoming rather fond of the mortal.  RATING: M

Loki was so nervous when he took Cleo to the park for a picnic.

He knew he had to tell her, and that it could quite possibly be the end… He had no idea how she was going to take it. He kept telling himself not to, to just become Luke.

But when he looked into her face, he knew he had to tell her the truth. He couldn’t go on living a lie. Not to her.

They were sitting on a picnic rug in the middle of the park, their usual spot was sectioned off due to some tree felling going on. Cleo was a little disappointed they were taking down one of the oldest and largest trees in the park, had been there for hundreds and hundreds of years. But it was rotten inside and needed to come down before it did it on its own in a dangerous manner.

Whilst the sound of the chain saws didn’t exactly set a nice romantic mood, Cleo was still happy simply being there with Loki.

She had a feeling there was something bugging Loki, but she wasn’t sure what though.

‘Are you ok? You seem slightly distracted?’ She asked as she shuffled closer to him and put her hand on his knee.

Loki put his hand over hers. ‘I’m fine, darling…’ He took in a breath and was about to tell her. ‘But there is something I wanted to ta’

But suddenly they could hear the sound of the large tree snapping and then shouting from the workers. But they weren’t shouting timber.

‘LOOK OUT!’ ‘ITS FALLING THE WRONG WAY!’ ‘WATCH OUT!’

People began screaming as the tree started falling down towards a big crowd of people who were by the lake feeding ducks. Luckily not towards where Cleo and Loki were.

But Loki saw the fear in Cleo’s eyes as the tree fell towards the other people. It all happened so fast, but for Loki it felt like time had slowed right down.

He knew what he needed to do, even if it meant outing himself before even being able to tell Cleo himself.

Standing up, he suddenly disappeared from Cleo’s eyes and he re-appeared right under the tree on front of the crowd of people. He put his hands up towards the tree and took a power stance as a green haze of magic surrounded his hands. The tree stopped mid-air, causing everyone, including Cleo, to gasp in shock and amazement.

Loki was able to push the tree back up into position and he had it fall in the correct direction, where there was an open space that had been taped off. So no one was hurt, or killed.

Once the tree was safely down, he let out a gasp of relief as he dropped his magic. He looked up, sweat on his forehead, surprised when everyone around him started clapping, cheering and thanking him. One woman ran up to him and hugged him, her young child at her side.

‘Thank you! You saved our lives!’ She gushed, tears falling down her cheeks.

Loki frowned and looked at her when she released him. ‘You’re… Welcome…’

He managed to get away from the crowd, though some tried following him to keep thanking him. He was able to brush them off and rushed back over to Cleo, who was stood by the picnic rug in utter shock. Tears were welling up in her eyes as Loki approached her.

‘Cleo… I can explain.’ He whispered and reached out towards her.

But Cleo stepped backwards from him. ‘What… How did you… How did you do that?’

Loki felt his stomach twisting nervously. ‘I… I haven’t been completely honest with you, darling. I… I’m not from here, from Earth.’

Her eyes widened.

‘I’m from a world called Asgard.’

‘The Gods?’ She gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.

Loki nodded. ‘My real name is Loki.’

Realisation washed over her face, her lower lip started quivering. ‘You… You lied to me.’

‘Cleo… I never meant to. I didn’t want to tell you who I really was in fear that you would hate me. I never meant to fall in love, I didn’t know I would. Or I would have told you sooner. I was going to tell you, I truly was.’ Loki said in a panic.

‘Everything you’ve told me has been a lie… How am I supposed to believe you now?’ She asked angrily, but tears were flowing freely down her face. Loki wanted nothing more than to comfort her. But he was the reason for those tears.

‘Not all. What you’ve seen in me, what we’ve been together. That’s all real, that’s all true.’ He reached out towards her, but she moved back again, making his heart hurt.

Cleo shook her head and closed her eyes. She put her head down and let out a shaky breath, then looked back up at him.

‘I… I’m going home.’ She reached down to grab her bag.

‘Let me walk you’

‘No!’ She snapped. ‘No… I need to be alone.’ She said firmly and then walked off, leaving an utterly heartbroken Loki in the middle of the park.

Some people came up to him again, thanking him and a few people asked if he was Loki, having put pieces together and realised who he was. He felt overwhelmed and just wanted to get out of there, so he just teleported back home, vanishing right on front of their eyes.

-

By the end of the day, what Loki did to save the few dozen people was all over the news and internet. Someone had been there and caught it all on video, it had gone viral.

He had to close his book shop and put an illusion over the front door so no one knew he was there. As it hadn’t taken long at all for someone to track him down.

Loki wasn’t at all surprised when he opened the backdoor to a visit from Thor a few hours later. The banging on the door was rather evident to who it was.

But when Thor saw Loki’s face, he knew something was wrong. Loki looked like hell.

‘Brother… what’s wrong? I came to congratulate you on saving the mortals, but you look as if you need saving yourself.’

Loki’s lip quivered, but instead of being able to speak, he broke down in tears. Thor had never seen him like that before, so vulnerable and upset.

‘Brother.’ He rushed to him as Loki slid down the wall and tucked his head into his arms. Thor sat down next to him and put his arm around his shoulder. ‘Speak to me, brother. What’s happened?’

It took Loki a while to be able to speak, to tell Thor what happened. That he was going to tell her, but the incident happened before he had a chance to.

‘She hates me. She’s terrified. Wants nothing more to do with me.’ Loki sneered, wiping his nose with his sleeve. He hated the fact he had broken down on front of Thor like he did.

Thor had never realised how much he loved her.

‘That’s not what I saw, brother. Someone else captured you speaking to her after in a video, it didn’t look like she was scared. She looked angry and upset, yes. But not scared. Just give her some time to process everything, give her a call tomorrow and speak to her. Meet her and explain why you didn’t want to tell her. I am sure she will understand.’ Thor said softly.

Loki turned his head away from Thor as more tears fell down his face.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #what about trust #chapter 14 #fanficshiddles

[jjmaybanksbaby]

Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer IV

Part 07: Crashing Down

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summary: A jarring family emergency forces you to consider the future of your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

a/n: I'm a little bit emotional about this series ending because I've had so much fun writing it! Enjoy the last part and, as always, please come share your reactions with me in my inbox. Okay, that's all from me!

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Rafe Cameron knew how to text. He was somehow witty, charming, and hilarious all in less characters than a single tweet. Texting with most boys was like talking to a brick wall: single-syllable answers, unironic uses of punctuation, asking “What are you wearing?” before even listening to how your day went. Though, to be fair, Rafe had asked that same question a few times, which always earned him a sarcastic answer in return. Well, except for that one time.

You’d been forced to spill the beans about your dreamy summer romance to Alice and Kensie after one of Rafe’s funnier texts almost made you pee yourself laughing at the lunch table.

“Oh, so he’s a stud muffin,” Alice announced, peering over Kenzie’s shoulder at the photo on your phone.

“Please god don’t call anyone a stud muffin ever again Al,” Kenzie replied.

“What? The 80s are like making a comeback.”

“Yeah, not that,” you countered and Alice huffed.

“He’s totally hot though,” Kenzie said, handing the phone back to you. “And I kinda hate you for not telling us about him.”

You looked down at the picture. Rafe was kissing your check while you grinned up at the camera, the golden hour lighting made the whole thing look rather enchanting. It was your favorite picture of you and him.

“Oh shit,” Kenzie said causing you to look up from the phone. “You’re like in love in love with him.”

“What? No,” you protested. Yes, your brain corrected.

Kenzie glanced over at Alice for backup.

“Besides, I wasn’t hiding him. I just didn’t know if there was anything there to...tell,” you finished.

“I wish I had a handsome summer fling with spectacular cheekbones,” Alice sighed.

“Don’t let your boyfriend hear you saying that.” Kenzie chucked a fry off her tray at Alice who dodged it expertly.

“Oh, please. Matty knows I would dump his ass for someone who looks like a young Chuck Bass any day of the week. Gimme your phone. I wanna see the photos again y/n.”

“I seriously don’t know how you and Matthew have been together for two years,” Kenzie replied.

“Are you kidding? They’re practically made for each other,” you added.

“The phone, please,” Alice interjected. “I wanna thirst over your mans while my boyfriend is sucking up to his English teacher so she doesn’t fail him. Of course, I told him he needed to actually read Wuthering Heights and not just sparknotes it. But did he listen? No. I picked a real winner y’all,” she finished, taking the phone from your outstretched hands. “You sure Rafe doesn’t have any brothers? Not even like a half-step brother?”

So yeah, going great. Against the odds of three thousand miles, the whole thing was somehow working. Long-distance friends with benefits? Check. Well, except for those moments when that nagging feeling in your stomach came back and you’d start overthinking everything. His texts would sit, unread in your phone for days or even a whole week, slowly sinking to the bottom of your messages.

Then came the call from the Kildare Country Hospital in the early hours of a foggy April morning. You should have gone to sleep hours ago but were still up, desperately trying to cram Maria’s lines into your brain while also texting Rafe. The Sound of Music opened in three weeks and your director had already chewed you out twice for not being off-book, something about being an upperclassman and the lead, and what kind of an example were you setting for the rest of the program. Big speeches were kind of your director's thing, you learned to just ride them out.

Around 1 a.m. your phone ran with an incoming FaceTime call from Rafe. You pressed the green acccept button, a smile spread across your face as Rafe’s own filled the screen.

“Hey Broadway Star.”

“Hi Rafe.” The dim lighting of his bedroom made his feature especially striking. “What are you still doing up?”

“Can’t sleep. Plus you’re up too so. How’s the memorizing going?”

“Shitty,” you replied, closing your binder with a sigh. “I’m too tired to do anymore of it tonight anyway.”

“You know, I was thinking I could come to Oregon for your opening night?”

“Really?” The possibility of Rafe sitting in the audience made your heart race.

“Yeah, why not? I’ll ask Ward if I can borrow the plane that weekend and I bet Sarah’ll want to come too. I wanna see my girl kill it. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Rafe. You know my friends think you’re hot.”

“Oh, do they?” Rafe replied, rolling over onto his back in his bed.

“Don’t let it get to your head, Cameron.”

The home phone ran but you ignored it, much more invested in your conversation with Rafe. The second time the hospital left a message. Your Nonna’s heart had given out. The prognosis wasn’t good. She had barely any time left.

Your heart dropped as the words echoed over the speaker of the answering machine.

“Rafe,” you said, cutting him off momentarily. “I gotta go. I’ll call you back later. I gotta-” you ended the call before Rafe even had the chance to respond. You dropped your phone on the kitchen table, dashing up the stairs to your parents’ bedroom. Your father was booking a flight for your mother back to the Outer Banks minutes later.

The end had come so quickly, so unexpectedly. It was almost like that made it harder. There'd been just enough time for your mom and uncle to get to the Outer Banks, sitting on each side of your Nonna as her final breaths passed through her lungs. Now, everyone was there to say goodbye one last time. Uncle Austin and his fiancé. Your mom and dad. Both your siblings. The entire population of Figure Eight.

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Rain drizzled down from the dark, gray clouds looming overhead. It was as if Mother Nature was mourning your Nonna too, hiding the sunshine away.

Three baby ducks followed their mama into the man-made pond at the edge of the cemetery. You watched their tiny feet kick up small waves disturbing the peaceful water and the tears silently slipped down your face.

The cars were waiting to take you back to your Nonna's house for the wake. The same house with the for-sale sign now stuck in the front yard. The for-sale sign with Rose's patronizing grin that you were starting to really hate. Your dad had handled that. Listing the house. He'd handled most of the funeral arrangement's actually because your mother had been too sunken into her grief to make any decision. Sending out the invitations, picking out your Nonna's casket, choosing the flowers. Your mother clung to him during the entire funeral, weeping into his shoulder.

“Y/n?” Rafe's voice called out from behind you and you turned to see him walked toward you. He’d stood at the back of the church with his family during the funeral. You had longed for him to be sitting in the first pew next to you, to have had his hand to hold onto to ground you, but it hardly would have been appropriate. Your Nonna would have sooner risen from the dead than have had a Cameron front row at her funeral.

As soon as he was close enough, Rafe reached for you, pulling your body tight into him. Your head landed on his chest and the sobs came moments later. God, he always smelled the same. He just let you cry, holding you close, smoothing his hand over your hair.

“I know you’re selling your grandma’s house but I was thinking you could stay with me for the summer," he said as your tears began to slow. It was hard to imagine that you wouldn't return to the Outer Banks once school let out. It was the first week of May already and you could feel the tourist-attracting town waking up. But selling the house just made more sense. Your older sister was already living her life in New York, a real adult life. Next summer, you'd be moving out too, headed to college. The house would sit empty for eight months out of the year, your family couldn't keep it and your uncle certainly didn’t want it. Selling it just had to happen.

You stepped back, slipping out of his embrace. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Rafe.”

“Why not?”

“Cause we’re like Romeo and Juliet.”

“I copied Cleo’s notes for that unit," he joked, trying to lighten to damp mood. “Plus I was never a fan of Leo DiCaprio so I didn’t finish the movie either.”

“It means we’re not supposed to be together, you and me. And whenever we try, the universe rips us apart. We hurt each other.”

Rafe shifted awkwardly on his feet, clearly wanting to reach for you again but stopping himself from doing it. “But I can't lose you.”

You reached your hand out, brushing away a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. “Oh Rafe, don’t you get it? You never really had me.” You stood up onto your tiptoes to kiss him just like you had the first time three years ago. Rafe barely parted his lips, kissing you back gently. Your hand cupped his face, your thump stroking over his cheek. It was a goodbye. Both of you knew it. It was an ending and this was your closure. You pulled away, your hand falling away from his face.

You couldn’t bring yourself to say the actual words. Your eyes fell to the ground. You needed to walk away now. You side-stepped Rafe but he grabbed your waist, turning you back around to face him.

“So that’s it? You’re not even gonna try to fight for us?”

“What even is there to fight for, Rafe? I’ve been fighting for us for the past four years. If we were supposed to be together that car wouldn’t have crashed into ours, I wouldn’t have fallen for Evan when I did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation at my Nonna’s funeral. What? Are we supposed to do long distance for all of college? I hardly know who I am right now. I have no idea who I’ll be in the next four years. Our future selves might not even like each other. I’m not gonna wait around for you Rafe and I would never ask you to do that for me.” You twirled the small, star charm between your fingers, a nervous habit you'd developed over the past year. His eyes dropped down to your neck momentarily and his adam's apple visibly bobbing as he swallowed his next weeks.

“You were it for me, you know. I tried to give a fuck about anyone else but I couldn’t get your gorgeous, stupid face out of my mind. I only wanted you.” Rafe paused gauging your reaction “I was falling in love with you.”

Your eyes wandered over his stoic expression. “The feeling was mutual, Rafe Cameron.”

He dropped your wrist but you both stood, not moving or saying anything. “Do you wanna walk me back to the car?”

“Yeah.” He reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers. Your other hand held onto his bicep so you walked together through the graveyard back to the parking lot.

The moment felt precious and delicate, like the fragile china your Nonna used to collect. You wondered what would happen to all that china.

Rafe placed a chaste kiss on your lips before opening the door of the car.

“I’ll miss you,” you said, the words hanging in the air meaning so much.

“Me too,” Rafe agreed.

You wanted one more kiss, one more passionate declaration of how much this all had meant but that would make leaving Rafe so much more impossible.

You climbed into the car, dropping Rafe’s hand in the process.

“See you around Cameron.” You knew it wouldn’t happen but it felt better than a goodbye.

He smiled back. “Maybe so.”

Perhaps Rafe was right and you’d both end up at a small liberal arts college in California taking the same second-year Econ class with a professor who always smelled like weed. Perhaps the stars would align and two of you would realize the universe wasn’t trying to keep you apart. It was just waiting for the right moment to show you that the love you had for each other was the soulmates, forever and ever kind of love. Perhaps you would get married and Sarah would be your maid of honor, of course. You’d buy back your Nonna’s house to raise your troubling-making kids in. Perhaps, you would find your way back and wake up each day and choose each other again and again.

Or perhaps, he'd always be your right-person-wrong-time. And, in the end, the passing days will steal away your memories of the blue-eyed boy from the Outer Banks.

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[3lsmp]

a 3rd life smp Grave trio au fic in which Cleo is falling and can't figure out why.

TW : derealization, unreality, time loop unreality, claustrophobia and panic attacks.

(this was supposed to be another micro fic. it is not a micro fic. it ended up at 900+ words, very nearly 1k)

"CLEO!!"

Her head snapped upwards with a soft gasp. Where had her mind been again? It.. probably didn't matter.

"Y-Yes Bdubs!"

She watched the blonde as he lazily made a far too casual pillar up to form the wall of their home - the crastle.

"Have you collected more of that cobble yet Cleo! we need it for the walls remember!!"

Cobblestone? that was right.. wait. was it? was the Crastle made of Cobblestone? Cobblestone didn't seem familiar.

She looked around her at the sturdy walls Bdubs had built. The greys of the blocks warping and slurring together. With a shaken hand she reached out to touch the structure of pale rock in front of her, an attempt to find some consistency in the blur. However, this attempt would be interrupted. Her mind fog broken by the distressed shouts of her partner, Bdubs, who had suddenly remembered his lack of any Elytra.

"CLEO! CLEO I DONT HAVE AN ELYTRA! IM- IM GONNA JUMP INTO THE WATER!"

She opened her mouth to shout her refusal of the idea, to tell Bdubs that was a horrible idea but as fast as her first word had formed Bdubs had hit the floor. His Items exploded at her feet and with it as did the floor.

Cleo suddenly found herself plummeting through a thick darkness, feeling weak and torn to shreds. Had her side always hurt that badly? she grasped at the phantom wound, staring up at where she thought she had been somehow falling from.

The image of the crastle had since disappeared however, any sense of up or down had faded out minutes ago or seconds ago? the cloudy thoughts in her mind failed to make any sense of it.

Frantic eyes shot from side to side to get bearings of any sort before slamming shut in hopes of this being any kind of dark nightmare, maybe one of those horrible ones where she died! but.. that's wrong. she didn't die in this dream.. Bdubs did.. how did that make any sense! in a sudden burst of frustration she thrust her free hand outwards in a fist only to be met with.. wood? a stiff, slightly decaying wood.. it felt... dirty almost. muddy. With this sudden jolt to her fist her eyes bolted open but.. what her eyes met wasn't what her fist had connected with.

In front of her sat Scott, Blue hair blown into a mess by the wind kicked up at the boarder. A Determined yet welcoming expression sat on his face as his lips moved. oh. oh he was talking! She tried to make out the words as best she could despite her almost dazed state.

"..-kay? Secret alliance. We'll be allies behind the sce-..."

allies. yes. Cleo had those.. Bdubs and.. and Scott of course. and .. um.. who was it with Scott again? wasn't it Grian? or.. no. Something didn't sit right with that. She looked up, meeting Scotts eye, about to ask about his partner. she needed to at least fill this one gap in her mind. But once again the world seemed to play tricks on her. She blinked, her question readied in her mind and as her eyes were met with light once again.. he was gone. everyone, actually, had vanished. Even the villagers from the village nearby had disappeared all together. She shook her head almost violently in absolute disbelief.

"No.. nono not again- Not again! Do not drop me again! What does this all mean! I don't understand what's happening!!!"

She panted, panic filling her lungs rapidly. She kneeled to the floor and grabbed at the grass with a need to feel it. To feel it be normal. The panic burned her lungs with a thick smoke. In fact.. the smoke almost smelled real. Felt real.. Her attention was suddenly torn from the grass between her grey-blue fingers. was that.. fire..? Fire. It had collapsed over the rest of the server like a scorching, destructive wave. Where had it even come from!? how had she not noticed this before it got this bad!! The flames licked at the sky with a raging orange blaze and as Cleo took a step forward to make her escape.. the pain in her side grew in strength once again.

She stared up at the dancing flames with blurring vision, the slurs and twirls of the flames becoming somewhat morbidly beautiful. As the pain in her side grew harsher and sharper she quickly felt the strength of her arms and legs weaken greatly and soon she was collapsed onto her back, squinting in pain. At some point her cries had joined the volume of the flames slowly surrounding her. With nothing left to save herself she let herself lay, in a circle of flame, a sword discarded at her side that.. hadn't been there before, she couldn't find it in herself to care though, not in that moment.

She took one final deep breath and closed her eyes, wishing, hoping, willing it that she would just wake up at home. In the crastle, in bed. That when her eyes would open again she would hear Bdubs calling her to collect resources! Or that Scar was outside with Grian bothering them again. Please oh please just let it go back to normal.

and so she blinked. The Crastle? what? the behind of the crastle?

She blinked again. Was.. that Joels house?

She blinked a Third time only to be met with the muddied wood she had felt in that moment earlier. Her breath ran from her, in a frenzied moment of unfiltered panic she screamed, slamming her fists upwards and at the rotting door and revealing an unnervingly familiar sight. and sound.

"CLEO!!"

Her head snapped upwards with a soft gasp. Where had her mind been again?

... It probably didn't matter.

#01 #fics from me #grave trio au #ENJOY THIS >:D HAVE SOME PAIN!!!!!!!!!!1 #Unlike my scar one this really doenst work outside of au context ! #so to all you grave trio au enjoyers this one is for you <3 #if it wasnt clear : the fire is reference to her death to skizz - being on fire then dying by his sword. which is the sword that was- #-beside her near the end! and the wound in her side is the slash that killed her! you can see the wound exactly in that lineless art I- #-did a while ago of her :D the view of the back of the crastle was bc of her death location and ofc joels house was her falling off- #-the roof and dying! shhhh we ignore that I forgot what her other death was and that theyre out of order this is all good fun and im dumbie #SO YEAH . ENJOY THE FIC SDFHSDKNSDJ SORRY FOR THE TAG RAMB #RAMBLE*

[writing-the-end]

LoL Chapter 53- Rescue

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

Grian is at the mercy of Dolios and his dark magic, but are the hermits there to save him in time? Or has the end come for the healing mage?

[Note: Hey everyone, I’m sorry for the time that was between chapters. A lot of really emotional and personal things happened over the past few months, and it just really pushed me off balance. But I really cant thank Red enough for being at my side the whole time- he’s the real hero in all of this. 

Happy Season 8!]

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To be back in the dark, cold bowels of the dungeons, willingly returning to the chamber that Dolios forced them to play his game in, left every hermit with a strange mix of dread and remorse. Almost every hermit, except for the few that weren’t around during the championship, can remember waking up in cells, being dragged from the hard stone floor at knifepoint, and turned into pawns for Dolios to control. Promising he will kill every last one in his game, and making TFC play along. 

But they hardly linger in the very chamber where their guildmaster outwitted the Magistrate of Lairyon, rather continuing on their search for a passage to the subchamber. Scar can feel the cavity in the stone beneath their feet, but no staircase seems to lead them down. It wasn’t until Cleo summoned the ghosts of those who died here, their souls lingering, that they are pointed in the right direction. So many souls, having seen so much suffering, not just from Dolios within these walls, though many are from his doing. 

A ghost guides the hermits to a circular room, and though their voice has long faded with time, their misty hands point to the center of the room. Mumbo kneels down. “There’s machinery here. If I just…” He places his hands against the smooth stone, and without even having to think, his magic appears. Redstone seeping through the seams of the rock, reconfiguring the mechanics and forcing the spiral staircase to descend. 

Everyone, including Mumbo, is surprised by his power. He’s never had such control before in his life. But they don’t linger on this new development. Not when time is running shorter and shorter for Grian. They cause a jam in the thin staircase, twenty something hermits rushing to the subchamber. Unlike the rooms above them, the stone is rough cut, no bricks or stenciling. It looks more like a cave blown open than a carved dungeon. 

A heavy weight wraps in on the hermits. They know they’re close as the pressure increases on their bodies. They follow the struggle to breathe, the feeling of carrying stones on their back. They’ve come to know the signs of a dark crystal well- and it leads them right to not one, but three towers of corrupted gems. 

They’re massive, protruding from the ground at an angle, black spikes erupting from the earth. The air is heavy with mist, swirling in tendrils, like the very tentacles of Eurynomos, way back in the forest. The mist grasps the open air, siphoning the very life from the stone and oxygen and taking it for itself. Every so often, a pulse of darkness bursts from the corrupted crystals, with such force it causes the entire cavern to shudder, and blows back the hermits’ hair and clothes. They all duck with each explosion, but one person remains standing, reveling in the energy that's breaking free from the crystals. 

Dolios’s fingers toy with the mist, grasping the air and feeling the power. With each eruption, the black seal between him and the central crystal glows. For a second, the hermits swear they can see the mist at his back look almost...feather-like. 

“Oh my gods… Grian.” Stress’s voice is so small, so quiet, the other hermits almost don’t hear it. But their captured friend’s name on anyone’s lips is enough to catch their attention. 

He’s grey, so monochrome that it was almost impossible to pick him out among the black crystals, the grey mist, and the dark magic. Limp body and hands, eyes open but unseeing, Grian is chained to the central crystal. Once blond hair, now an ashen grey, curls and crests over Grian’s face, his chin dropped to his chest. The hermits don’t breathe until they see him do so, but it’s a horribly shallow breath. Another wave of energy rolls through the crystals, and Grian’s body loses more of its color. More of it’s life. At this point, he hardly even reacts to the tearing of his lifeforce, his magic, from his body. Fingers twitch, but even those are beginning to turn flaky, fading away into oblivion. The tips of his once blue cape become little more than mist. Even the energy, the powers of the very atoms are being torn apart. Grian was very near death- or a fate worse. 

All for Dolios, and his insatiable need for power. The low thunder of every wave is broken by Dolios’s voice. He flexes his hands, laughing to himself. “Of all the angels I’ve stolen magic from before, it has never been this strong. Even Celia had nothing against you. I feel like I could blow all of Milliara apart with a windstorm this instant! Don’t worry, little bird, your magic is in good hands.” 

Iskall and Mumbo both scuffle to their feet, surging forward. Mumbo faster than Iskall. Too fast for TFC to grab him before he’s over the boulder they hid behind. And too fast to stop even his own magic from summoning. But it wasn’t the out of control magic that the hermits have seen before. Like destroying the crystal shard on Eremita, or in the depths of the Hangman’s Playground. 

No, even though lightning filled Mumbo’s vision, and magic surged through his veins like energy through a redstone circuit, he had every wit and thought about him. For the first time, he had true, full control. Every iota of power was at his command, like a dragon spreading it’s wings for it’s first flight across the sky. 

With a flippant wave of his hand, the twin satellite crystals shatter, red bolts of lightning creasing through the darkness-bound lattice. The air is filled with glittering crystals, mist freed from the quartz and purging it of the darkness. Mumbo turns his power, his attention towards the crystal that Grian’s chained to, and presses his fingers together to destroy the last crystal. 

He’s blown off his feet, a burst of wind from nowhere sending him skidding across the floor. When Mumbo gathers his wits and looks up, finally seeing Dolios through his anger, the magistrates is wild with manic delight. “Oh, now that’s real magic. I think this little bird’s powers might become my new favorite.” The other hermits dare to step out, walking through the shattered, transparent remains of the crystals. Dolios is the only color before them, his plush robes and rich colors standing out against the swirling magic. “Ah, the whole parade is here. Come to watch your friend die? Or will you all be joining him as well?” 

Dolios turns, resting his gaze on Grian. The hermits watch in horror as their healer looks as if he’s about to blow away in the wind. Like dust in the shape of a human. His eyes are empty, no glimmer of life left. They realize they may be too late. 

But that doesn’t stop them from getting their revenge. Mumbo remains focused on the crystal his friend is trapped against, but a sharp shard of gemstone goes flying through the air, cracking Dolios upside the head. Blood pours from the wound, matting the curly brown hair that crowns Dolios. He turns, anger mixing with the mania into a dangerous concoction. But his fury doesn’t get to live long, not when Scar drives a wedge of rock into Dolios’s jaw. This time it’s the magistrate that goes skidding across the rough hewn floor. In his attempt to stand up, Dolios becomes ensnared in just about every medium of magic the hermits can offer. Vines tie him down, radioactive spikes pin his clothes and hair to the floor, a ring of hellfire erupting from the depths of the earth. 

Mumbo, however, remains focused on his best friend before him. Summoning all his magic, every ounce of effort he’s ever put forth, he sends a bolt of lightning directly to the core of the crystal that is draining Grian. The lightning strikes true, hardly even raising a hair on what remains of the sky angel, but obliterating the crystal he hangs from. From the inside out, the darkness is banished by red light, like the sun rising red on a bright, beautiful daybreak. Blinding everyone within the cave- except Mumbo. He’s not lost in the light, the power, the magic. He’s a part of it all. 

The crystal shatters, and Grian falls. Crumpled to the ground, he looks to be little more than a pile of ash and rags among the sparkling crystal shards. Like the moon adrift in the sea of stars. 

When the hermits blink away their momentary blindness, they find Mumbo is already at his friend’s side. With a few teary blinks, the last of the lightning fizzles away, and Mumbo’s voice cracks like the very gems he destroyed. “G-Grian? Grian, wake up.” 

But Grian doesn’t move. Mumbo reaches out, grabbing the angel and pulling him to the safety of the hermits. Holding him close as the others surround. Ren reaches out, placing a hand on Grian’s shoulder. He retreats immediately, when Grian’s shoulder seems to fade from existence, flaking to ash and falling apart under Ren’s pressure. “Is he….” 

No one dares speak the word. Joe scribbles down a healing poem, but the magic does nothing. Grian doesn’t breathe, his eyes don’t blink. They just stare, empty, at the cavern roof above. And he continues to fade, all color lost, becoming nothing more than dust. 

“No, nononononono.” Mumbo’s words stumble and jumble together, and he shakes and jolts Grian as if trying to rise him from a dream. “Grian, don’t leave us! We need you!” 

Still nothing. 

Mumbo’s shoulders slump. A weight heavier than any dark crystal hangs over the hermits as Grian’s limp form lays in Mumbo’s arms before them. Tears threaten to spill from Mumbo’s eyes. Grian was his first real friend, the one who saved him all those years ago. And he couldn’t return the favor now. It was Grian that offered him kindness, offered him friendship. Grian who gave Mumbo a true family, a real home, who trained with him even when all seemed hopeless, and drank with him when nights were bright. It was because of Grian that Mumbo has a father in TFC, friends all around him. And now? 

Now his best friend was dead in his arms. Fading from existence, his magic and life stolen by a monster in magistrate’s clothes. Mumbo tips his head, breath stuttering as tears fall freely. Like a stream after a storm, rivers of salt water across his cheeks, cresting his jaw and running across the valley of his throat. Some droplets are caught in his mustache, others stain the collar of his outfit. All the hermits openly cry, even Doc. Memories flood alongside the tears, bowed heads over their fallen comrade as Mumbo holds his fallen friend tight.

One tear falls straight down, landing with a wet plop on Grian’s eyelid. Water, the lifeblood of Lairyon, slowly drips into Grian’s own vacant eyes. And from the ashen grey, empty gaze, a single vein of blue appears within his iris. 

Like a river, the blue flows freely, spilling across Giran’s sky blue eyes. Filling the empty grey valley with fresh blue water. And from the blue, like the sun reflecting off the see, a glimmer appears. 

Iskall noticed the color returning first. The pink of Grian’s face, sunlight colored hair beginning to renourish with color. Bringing Grian slowly back from death’s doorstep. He slaps Mumbo on the shoulder, his own breath gasping. Words struggling to break free from the nuclear wizard’s mouth, rather just random noises escaping his lips. 

It’s enough to get Mumbo’s attention, as well as every other hermit. Through teary eyes, they see the color spread. The red of Grian’s robes, the blue of his cape. The translucent, flaking form becomes solid and tangible again. 

And then Grian breathes. So shallow and soft, it’s almost impossible to see. But to the hermits, it might as well be an earth breaking tremble. Eyes blink, and parted lips move. A whisper of a voice breaks free from death’s grip. “Mumbo? Iskall? Guys?”

Grian can’t sing, but the words from him might as well be a chorus of angels. He was alive. Whether it was pure luck, the gift of life that water carries, or simply the friendship the hermits hold, something brought Grian back from the brink. 

Only one thing can break the joy. And that one thing has to open his mouth. From across the room, Dolios writhes in his bonds, snering. “Oh that’s just touching, isn’t it? If I can’t have it all, then I might as well kill every last one of you.” 

Doc realizes what’s happening first, but Dolios is just out of reach. A bout of strength that can only be attributed to previously stolen magic, Dolios tears apart the vines and breaks apart the crossed spears of iskallium. He stands, brushing off leaves and radioactive dust from his robes and tugging on his ponytail. When he opens his eyes, a crooked, crazed grin creases the leader’s normally charismatic face. “Do you really think such weak power can hold me down?” 

Wels reacts just in time to shield the hermits from the arc of magic that aimed for the group. Dolios doesn’t let up on his barrage, and the magical barrier begins to crack and contort against the dark energy. No hermit can step out from behind the shield without risking certain death. 

A wild, cackling laughter echoes off the cavern. “What will you roaches do without your precious angel now? Who will save you now?”

Wels’s barrier breaks. And Dolios attacks.

#hermitcraft #mcyt #hermitcraft au #wizard hermits #wizard au #light of lairyon #lol #mcyt au #wizard grian #wizard mumbo #wizard iskall #wizard scar #wizard Doc #grian #grianmc #mumbo jumbo #iskall85 #gtwscar #docm77

[unholyhelbig]

Jealous Hizzie?

Title: You Can Dance, Just not With Her 

Ship: Hope Mikaelson/ Lizzie Saltzman 

Read on AO3 here 

[A/N: This one is dedicated to @hellmo Because they absolutely got me back into writing legacies] 

Lizzie was three drinks in. She had grabbed the first warm beer before ice had even cascaded against the bottle. Then she moved onto a straight shot of Ever Clear and decided to chase it all with a seltzer that had the double percentage of alcohol. Her throat burned, then her stomach, and shockingly so was her rage.

And it shouldn’t have been, not the way that it was.

But as she sat on the stupid lawn chair under the stupidly perfect glow of the string lights hung expertly from the surrounding trees to the outer structure of the Old Mill. She could feel the music vibrating against the ground more than she could hear it, and she reached blindly for another drink, not caring what it was.

She took three even gulps of another beer, this time it was cold, but it still pulled at the muscles in the back of her jaw. She was fuzzy, and she didn’t care much about how she was getting back to her dorm in one piece because her eyes were trained on Hope Mikaelson.

Hope was pushing her body as close to Cleo as she possibly could, grinding and pressing, and lowering herself whenever the music dipped into a softer beat. Sweat dripped against her brow, and the lights above caught every single angle of it all. And the other witch lapped it up, drinking in her partner with hungry eyes.

Roommates, they had started as roommates and graduated to a friendship that Lizzie always wanted with Hope. Because friendship led to something more- something that Lizzie Saltzman craved without actually craving and loved without actually realizing.

And that anger, that same anger that had only been fueled by alcohol, hissed in the bottom of her stomach. She wished so bitterly that she was the one pressed that closely to Hope, breathing in her scent and drinking in her presence.

Before she could stop herself, she was standing from the lawn chair, pulling her shoulders back, and walking towards the two of them as the song shifted into something with a faster beat, and drunk witches, werewolves, and vampires cheered along to the chorus.

Then Lizzie was wrapping her fingers around Hope Mikaelson’s wrist and pulling her away from Cleo, who didn’t protest much. She still moved with the music, despite the absence of her partner. Hope’s boots rolled against the gravel and she had consumed almost as much alcohol as Lizzie had, letting herself be led away, though concern furrowed her brow.

Lizzie finally stopped when they reached the edge of the party where the music met the trees and the warmth met the stark cold. Their breath was prominent here, clouding in front of each other and mingling like tiny hands grasping for comfort.

Hope finally sobered enough to pull her wrist away and turn to face Lizzie “What’s wrong? Did something breach the perimeter?”

“What? No,”

“Is someone hurt?”

Lizzie fought the urge to roll her eyes. She knew exactly what Hope meant with her words, had blood been spilled? Had a sword been drawn from the library's walls and been pressed against the inside of a student’s throat? And no- neither of those things had happened. But someone was still hurt. Lizzie was still aching.

“You look like you’re getting close with Cleo,” She said instead, dodging the question.

There was another flash of concern, and then it quickly shifted to anger. The residual alcohol in her system came to a head as she glanced back to the party and then shifted to looking at Lizzie once more. “What? I mean- yes. Is that a problem?”

“No, of course not.” She said.

“Then why did you pull me away from her like that?”

Hope was staring her down with those emerald, blue eyes that could strike fear in any creature. It didn’t’ strike fear in Lizzie, not always, she knew how to fight back, to push Hope just enough to keep her guessing- and yes, it was a bit of a farce, because it was fun and arousing, but under it all, she knew that it was something more. For her at least, it was something more.

She drew in a sharp breath and glanced over Hope’s shoulder. Cleo was mingling with Kaleb now, her hand on his upper shoulder and her eyes sparkling in the dancing flames of the fire. She smiled and it broke a bit of the spell Lizzie was under, but not by much.

“So, I’m not allowed to be upset that she’s hanging all over you?”

The tribrid crossed her arms over her chest and let her mouth drop open. Her breath smell strongly of liquor and mint. Lizzie had no right to express this hit of hot jealousy. Both of them knew that, and both of them let it sit heavy in the air for a few moments.

Hope moved forward and pressed her lips against Lizzie’s with a certain edge of force that could only be spurred on by passion. Lizzie’s back hit the tree behind her, and she groaned into Hope’s mouth, a mix of pain, pleasure, and surprise.

She slid her hand into Lizzie’s hair slowly, careful not to catch the silver rings against her fingers. They both tasted like a mix of weed and alcohol even as Lizzie pulled back and kept her eyes squinted shut. This couldn’t’ be real, she couldn’t feel Hope’s labored breathes against her collarbone.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me,” Hope’s voice was a throaty whisper “The way you tried not to look at Cleo and me tonight.”

Lizzie finally pulled her eyes open, forehead resting against Hopes. The shorter of the two ran the pad of her thumb gently against Lizzie’s lip, raw with the taste of fireball. Her throat burned and she struggled not to smile, struggled to be serious.

“I only have eyes for you, Lizzie Saltzman.” She rasped.

And Lizzie fell back into her then, gripping both sides of her face as she slid her tongue over the girl's bottom lip, begging for entrance. Hope let her, Hope pulled her closer, and Hope finally stopped dancing with Cleo.

#hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #Hizzie #Hizzie fanfiction #Hizzie au #Legacies #Legacies au #legacies fanfiction #request #Jealousy au

[etherealgoode]

Baby steps.

pairing: sarah paulson x reader

summary: you're ready to add a member to your little family, but sarah isn't so sure about it

words count: 1365

a/n: this work was already posted on wattpad and ao3, but i thought i’d share it here too!

my writing isn't the best but i try to work on it each time, so deal with me please.

maybe you read this already but if not, i hope you enjoy!

♡

Everything started when you and Sarah moved out and decided to explore the neighborhood a little. You two walked around and passed by a park, where you could see all the kids in the playground.

That night you dreamed with taking your child to the park, sitting and making new friends with the other moms while your kid was happily playing with others.

Two months later, you were seeing kids everywhere; your friends were getting pregnant and thinking of names. You were even picked to be the godmother of your best friend's unborn baby. You were so excited and happy, but still, something was missing.

“You have been staring at that book for ages, baby.” Sarah chuckled softly, leaving her glasses on top of her script to give you all the attention.

“Sorry, I zoned out.” You said with a smile, Sarah already wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you in. “I know, you have been daydreaming a lot lately.”

Sarah had a hint of curiousness in her voice, and she raised an eyebrow at you. “I’m just thinking about you,” you said. It wasn't a lie, you were indeed thinking about her, but with a small plus.

“Oh? Is that so?” Her voice was low and raspy, but the way she was looking at you made you burst into laughs.

“If you want to take me to bed, stop using that face.” You chuckled softly while Sarah was pretending to be offended.

“Well shit, that was my best shoot.” You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around her neck, taking your time to kiss your wife slowly until she couldn't resist anymore. “You’ll be the death of me, y/n.”

“As long as you fuck me first, I don't really mind.”

After that, you were able to forget about the subject for days, convincing yourself that it'd go away eventually.

You married Sarah almost two years ago, everything was perfect and you didn't need a baby at all. Besides, with Sarah's career it would be complicated, right?

It was two weeks later when you couldn't keep it to yourself anymore. Sarah knew something was going on, some days you were awfully quiet, having trouble to fall asleep, but you kept saying everything was just fine, and you had a lot of work going on.

You didn't need a baby, but you wanted one. And you wanted it with the woman you loved.

“Sarah? I need to talk to you.” Your voice was soft, yet the blonde could see the conflict in your face and she was scared. She put the cutlery down and swallowed her food quite harshly.

“Should I be scared, y/n?” Sarah asked and you shook your head. “No, no... I mean, it's nothing to be worried about, I guess?” She slowly nodded, leaning against the chair. Seemed like your answer was enough to calm her thoughts for a moment. “I’m all ears.”

So you dropped the bomb.

“A baby?” Sarah frowned. “We don't need a baby, we have everything right here honey... I don't–I don't think so.”

“I know we don't need a baby, Sarah, but... don't you want to have a family with me?” At this point, it was hard for you to keep the tears in. It hurt you so much, but for some reason you didn't want to show it.

“It’s not... it’s not that, y/n, but... we are a family, right? We talked about this years ago, you said didn't see yourself as a mother either. So why? Why now?” Sarah sighed, running her hands through her short and slightly curly hair.

“People change, Sarah. I changed my mind, and I-I think we can do this? We can–”

“No. I don't want a baby, and believe me you don't want it either y/n. All children do is cry and misbehave, we don't even have the time for parenting. Forget about it.” Sarah’s harsh voice caused a pang in your heart, and you couldn't keep the tears anymore. Your vision was blurry and you let out an awful sob, making feel Sarah extremely guilty for being so bluntly towards you.

“I’m–I’m sorry baby, I'm sorry, come here.” Sarah’s attempt to pull you into her embrace failed, as you pushed the chair backward and stood up rushing towards the room.

After locking the door you threw yourself to the bed and cried. You cried until you didn't have any tears left and your head was pounding. Sarah tried to talk to you but you told her to back off each time, until she stopped trying.

None of the things she said made sense to you, she didn't have a real reason to say no, let alone being so harsh with her words.

Hours later you were out of the room, sitting on your patio with a bottle of beer in hand. Sarah was nowhere to be found and it didn't bother you. You had no intention to cross words with her, and you knew she might be at Elizabeth's place.

You lit a cigarette under the moonlight where no one could judge you, and you thought maybe Sarah was right; neither of you were meant to be mothers. But damn it hurts.

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when you heard a high-pitched bark, making you spill some beer on your shirt. “Shit!” You screamed, hand on your chest when you noticed Sarah standing a couple of feet away from you.

She wasn't alone though, a white maltipoo puppy was in her arms you stare at them both with a confused expression. “M’sorry honey, we didn't mean to scare you.” Sarah stare back at you, mentally scolding herself for calling you pet names when you were clearly mad at her. You hated that.

You didn't say anything though, waiting for Sarah to explain herself before you could lose your mind. She caught the indirect and looked down at the puppy, then took a deep breath.

“There’s so many people that I love, so many friends, my family, you... but since I was a teenager I was the only one I cared for. I wanted to have a career, be someone, that was my only goal.”

Sarah looked at you timidly and made her way to the chair next to you, stroking the puppy's back. You took a drag of the stick and crossed your legs, looking at the pet as well, but your attention was still in her words.

“I didn't care about anyone else until I met you, and I know it sounds cliché and maybe lame, but it's true. It took me a while to be used to it, I was afraid to open up to you, and you know it... The point is, I'm not ready. I'm scared to bring a little life into ours, and I know we've been together for long enough, but I need some more time to adjust to the idea, so instead... here's another kind of little life we can care for. I need to start with baby steps too, and I hope you can accept that.”

That was the real reason you needed to hear, and also the apology. You completely understood what she meant, but you still couldn't find the words.

Dropping the cigarette into the ashtray, you held the dog in your hands.

“It’s a he or a she?” You asked softly, laughing as the dog licked your chin. Sarah smiled widely and you couldn't help but give her a smile in return.

“It’s a she, we still have to pick a name for her.”

“How about... Sasha?” Sarah shook her head instantly. “Peanut? Cleo?”, “Hmm, I don't think so.”

“Coco... no! wait, wait... Joplin! Ugh, I love that one, don't you little one?” You smiled and played with the still nameless dog, chuckling as she smelled the beer in your shirt and pulled away.

“Honey... I truly love you, but I will never let you choose our kid's name.” You pouted, giving Sarah the opportunity to peck your lips. It was still dangerous territory, but when you kissed her back she smiled.

“I truly love you, too.” You said softly, turning your gaze down at the dog. “And I’ll pretend I didn't hear what you just said.”

#sarah paulson #sarah paulson imagines #sarah paulson x reader #sarah paulson one shot #sarah paulson/you #sarah paulson gifs #sarah x reader

[hermits-that-craft]

Stuck Au - Forgetting and Leaving

Once again I am writing for the amazing @target-block and his amazing au

TW - Fighting, death, watchers, forgetfulness, magic, curses, Look The End is definitely not cannon to the au

It started small. The three men didn't realise what was happening at the time. Eye colour, the sound of laughter, the way their friends spoke. Impulse sat awake, struggling to remember the way that Zedaph's face would change when he's laughing, or the face Tango would pull when he's concentrating on a prank. Grian would stare into the distance, trying to remember how Mumbo and Iskall's laughter sounded. It's worse for Ren, who Grian and Impulse have both found stood staring into the distance, struggling to picture Doc's eyes and smile.

They talk about it, they do tell the others about how they struggle to remember, but the others can't help. Sometimes it's because they've never seen it, sometimes its because they can't remember. It hurts. It's painful, forgetting.

It's worse for Impulse, who fiddles with the flowers around his wrists wordlessly. It hurts, the one thing, the one constant reminder of his friends, his family is lost, gone forever.

If they ever make it back to the server, he can't imagine that they'd forgive him.

---

"Uh, shishwammy?" Keralis' voice is quiet, and the wide eyed man nervously turns something gold over in his hands. "I found something, and I'm not sure who it belongs too."

There had been a lot of that, over the past few weeks. Best case scenario, it was something someone had dropped. Doc and Scar had been doing that often. Worst case scenario had appeared a few times. A shulker box of Grians, a trinket of Ren's, Redstone supplies that Impulse had left lying around. Xisuma sighs, hoping to see something that he recognises as someone elses.

"What is it?"

"A bracelet. It's pretty, I found it before I-" Keralis' voice cut off, as though he was carefully rethinking his words. "Before I came back here. The season 3 hermits could have lost it."

Xisuma looks over the bracelet carefully. He has to admit, it is familiar, but he can't picture why. It's like he's forgetting more and more things, not just about the past season but about the missing hippies. It does look familiar, and Xisuma believes that it looks similar to the hairclip that Tango wears.

"We'll bring it up in the meeting."

"Spank you Shishwammyvoid!" Keralis says, walking off towards the seats Xisuma put down. Xisuma smiles, hoping that he's right about the braclet being one of a set.

---

"Hey, Orchid, Rose?" Ren calls out. "A persons here."

"What?" Grian yells from inside the house. Impulse picks up his sword, holding it tightly.

"A person. Has appeared. On my crops." Ren sounds upset, and Impulse walks over to the window. 

"What the-"

"What do they look like?" Grian asks, walking over to the window. His eyes widen as he looks at the cloaked figure, a mask over their eyes and a smile adorning their face. Grian falls to the floor, trying desperately to forget what he saw, what they mean. Impulse looks surprised at Grian, who can't be bothered to mask his fear anymore. Impulse looks out of the window again before he slowly creeps around Grian, who's thoughts swirl around his head. He barely hears the door open through his panic, though he does hear Ren yelp, snapping him out of the panic enough for him to look up as Impulse drags Ren into the house they had made.

"Grian, do you know who they are?" Impulse asks quietly. Grian nods, then he stops, shaking his head before nodding again. "What they are, then?"

Grian nods without hesitation. He takes a deep breath in, trying to avoid the expectant look on Ren and Impulse's faces.

"A watcher."

---

Tango and Zedaph walk through the portal, or more so Tango rows them through the portal. It would be a funny sight, the final two members of team ZIT rowing through a nether portal on their way to the meeting, until the hermits see Zedaph. Zedaph is wrapped in blankets, his hair messy and eyes tired. He looks terrible, and though it's a clear improvement from when he wasn't fully with the hermits and could only see out of empty eyes, but its still upsetting. Mumbo and Doc both appear similar to Zedaph, though Iskall is doing slightly better, Stress having allowed him to work on his base. Scar looks over to Doc, and the two men try to make their way to each other before Cub and False seperate them, apologies falling from the pairs lips.

"It's good to see everyone back here." Xisuma says, and it's obvious that he means it. If anyone hadn't appeared at the meeting none of the hermits would have been calm. Not even if they appeared five minutes late. "I think that we need to prepare to leave this world. We can't stay here, it's hurting us too bad."

"We can't just give up on them." Iskall says. "We can't leave them!"

"We wouldn't be leaving them." Wels says, stepping forward. "Because I'l staying behind to wait for them."

"No." Doc says, tears in his eyes. "We can't lose more people. Wels, we can't."

"You wouldn't be losing me. I'll be going to sleep until they arrive. I'll be fine."

"You still need to eat."

"Which is where I come in." Cub says. "I'll bring him food once a month."

"We can't abandon-"

"Do, we can't let you have a break down every time you see a line of the HRN." Cub snaps, and the hermits go silent. "You're destroying yourself, and you're only going to get worse the longer we stay here."

"Why you-"

"Please don't fight." Scar puts himself between the two men, his hands on both of their chests. He's the only hermit brave - or stupid - enough to get between the two men, but it calms both of them down enough. "Did you have more to say, Xisuma?"

It's clear that Scar wants to stay with Doc, but Cub pulls him away from Doc once more. Xisuma looks between the two men, and TFC pats Doc's back sympathetically. Cleo winces at the sad look that Scar sends Doc, clearly longing to talk to the man.

"No, the floor is open for anyone to bring anything up." He says, sending a look to Keralis.

Everyone looks between each other before Keralis stands up. He's just got back from visiting the season three world after he remembered that he left some things there, and its clear to everyone that he is glad to be back.

"This is only really for anyone who was on the season three server, but I found something that someone left. A gold bracelet."

Zedaph looks up from his blanket fort standing up with a purple blanket wrapped around his head and shoulders. His eyes are wide, staring at Keralis with tears in his eyes. He stands up, his hands holding the blanket around him. Tango notices, his heart in his throat, as the ring around Zedaph's finger glows, and he takes his hair clip off, choking out a sob.

The bracelet in Keralis' hands glows bright, the man staring at it with an astonished look. 

"Where did you find this?" Tango's voice is full of sorrow, sadness and guilt. Keralis blinks a few times, surprise written over his face.

"In season 3." He says. "I went back a week ago, I had left some clothes there and I wanted them back. I found it on the ground."

"He's dead." Zedaph mumbles. "He wouldn't have taken it off he-"

A tear slips down Tango's face as Keralis gives him the bracelet. The red eyed man turns it over in his hands, rubbing off some of the lose dirt. The glow dims slightly as the engraved words reappear on the bracelet.

Team ZIT

---

Impulse grips his sword tighter, Grian having fully calmed down from his panic attack. Ren leans against Grian as Impulse checks the window. The person, the watcher, hasn't moved, though they stare at him through the window. It must be time to leave season 4, though it feels like they haven't been there for more than a week. It's strange, they haven't seen a watcher before now, and Impulse doesn't want to see one again. He walks to the door, turning to the two men.

"I'm going to ask them to leave." He says, walking out before he can hear Grian tell him not to. The watcher smiles at him, their face a picture perfect example of nothingness, a blank slate with a smile.

"Hello, player." They say, their cloak flowing under them. "If you would kindly hand over the blo-"

"Leave." Impulse glares at them. "Get lost, we're not hand shit over to you. You can go and take your holier-than-thou attitude and get off Ren's crops." The watcher laughs wickedly before smiling at him. They take a step towards Impulse and all of the cells in his body scream to run, but he stands stock still, holding his sword tighter. He can see, out of the corner of his eyes, Ren and Grian watching them through the window, and Impulse refuses to let the watcher closer to his friends.

"Fine then." They say. "I will leave, you will be forced to go through the updates without our help."

"That's fine by me. Get lost." Impulse growls.

"Don't be rude."

"Don't be a bastard then." 

The unsettling smile turns into an unsettling frown and the watcher runs at him. Impulse dives out of the way, rolling into a kneel before throwing himself at the watcher, his sword slashing across their back. They scream, their wings throwing Impulse away from them. Impulse rolls again, kicking their feet out from under them. The watcher kicks him in the chest. Impulse hits the side of the house, the wind thrown from his chest. He ducks under their sword, stabbing at their chest. They block his attack. Duck. Slash. Block. Stab. Kick. It goes on and on before Impulse delivers the final blow to the watcher, his sword entering through their chest and exiting from their back.

"You will never remember what you need to." The watcher curses him, and Impulse can't dodge the magic they send his way. He frowns as the magic doesn't just hit him, but goes through the house and hits Grian and Ren.

"Rose, Daisy, come have a look at what I just did." Orchid calls, trying to remember his friends real names. Rose comes out, his red sweater in taters, he'll need a new one soon. Daisy follows him, pulling the hairband out of his long hair.

"Great job Orchid." Daisy sends him a thumbs up, though he frowns.

"Why does it feel like we're forgetting something?" Rose asks.

#stuck au #rendog #grian #impulsesv #keralis #xisumavoid #tangotek #zedaph #docm77 #zombiecleo #falsesymmetry #goodtimeswithscar #cubfan135 #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft doc #welsknight #iskall85 #tinfoilchef

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

The (not so) lil master that could

Rex was sitting at a desk in an art studio. He was practicing his art with Da Vinci (caster) over looking his practice. He was practicing with human anatomy, with Cleopatra as the model. This wasn't the first time he'd tried this but he had an unfortunate habit of being over critical of himself. Da Vinci was well aware of this, many times when she tried to give him some criticism he'd take it way worse then she intended and end up dropping it for a long time.

Rex: uh... I might be close to being finished?

Da Vinci: are you sure? How do you feel about it?

Rex took a look at his sketch, the anatomy wasn't amazing and the clothing was a bit inaccurate.

Rex: no... it's crap.

Da Vinci: it's not that bad... I've told you before not to be over critical of your art.

Rex: but it's true. I shouldn't even try...

Da Vinci: hey! Stop giving up! You won't get anywhere doing that!

But Rex wasn't listening and he got up and left.

Cleo: what happened?

Da Vinci: he gave up. *sigh* he needs to stop dropping this stuff so quickly.

Cleo: well let me see the picture.

Da Vinci showed the picture to Cleopatra

Cleo: I mean... it's not so bad. I can see potential... he should keep going.

Da Vinci: that's what I've been trying to tell him...

Eventually Rex was in the writer's room this time trying his hand at writing a story. He was too disappointed in the art he tried so he hoped writing would be more his speed. Murasaki was there to help like Da Vinci with the art. Just like with the art and anything he tried, he was too critical of his own writing. Murasaki wanted to help him get better and to keep at it but she was too shy, the only reason she's helping instead of others is because folks like Shakespeare and Anderson annoyed him a bit too much so she's the better option.

Murasaki: how's the manuscript? Is it going well?

Rex: ...not sure... why don't you take a look?

Murasaki took a look at what he wrote.

Murasaki: it's pretty good so far... but this part seems a bit forced.

Rex: *sigh* so what do you think I should do instead?

Murasaki: stories need to flow naturally... try to take a bit of a realistic view on it.

Rex: hmmm...

As he reread the story, he became more and more dissatisfied with it. He noticed many errors and moments where the characters' dialog didn't seem right.

Rex: y'know what... maybe I shouldn't try...

Murasaki: wait! Please don't give up master!

Rex: why keep going? It's crap...

He got up and left, Murasaki just watched him as she wasn't very confrontational. Not that it would help as Da Vinci could tell you.

Murasaki: *sigh* not again...

Eventually Murasaki and Da Vinci met up in the hall and Da Vinci had a question for Murasaki.

Da Vinci: have you seen Rex?

Murasaki: no, he was writing earlier but he got over critical again and left.

Da Vinci: of course. He needs to work on his self esteem issues. I know you're always your own worst critic but he won't even let the ink dry before he burns the canvas.

Murasaki: did he go that far?!

Da Vinci: no... but it wouldn't surprise me. I'm going to keep looking, he needs to end this whole hyper critical crap!

Murasaki: alright, but don't be too abrasive with him, he may shut down entirely on the subject.

Da Vinci: *sigh* he needs a therapy session or something.

As she continued to look, she passes by the gym and hears his voice.

Rex: how was that?

???: your almost there! Let's try one more time!

Da Vinci: there he is!

She went into the gym, to see him in the wrestling wring. He was sparring with Quetzalcoatl, specifically lucha libre moves. This wasn't the first time he'd done this. In fact he'd been practicing with her for ages now.

Da Vinci, thinking: hey... how come he's never dropped this? When he first came in he had no interest in most physical activities. He was overweight and rarely left his room, but now look at him.

Da Vinci left the gym for now, but she planned to confront him about this later.

Later on Rex was walking back to his room, tired from the training he just endured. Then Da Vinci came in to question him.

Da Vinci: Rex!

Rex: ah!

Da Vinci: there you are!

Rex, nervously: what do you want?

Da Vinci: I've got some questions for you.

Rex: I dunno if I wanna answer

Da Vinci: too bad. Why do you keep dropping art and writing and such!? You have real potential for those things. But then I see you practicing hand to hand combat and you've stuck to it for so long! I've read your file, and have seen your behavior firsthand before all this and you never struck me as the athletic type.

Rex: ...well if you want the answer, then I've got a story to tell.

Da Vinci: by all means.

It was relatively far back, a while after Camelot was dealt with. Rex and Quetz were at the rec room watching Lucha matches. They had just finished one up, and you could see just how pumped Quetz got.

Quetz: wow! Wasn't that amazing master?!

Rex: it was pretty intense...

Quetz: I still can't believe you've never watched a match before. It's so increible!

Rex: I dunno... just never peaked my interest that much, but you make it way more interesting then I thought it'd be.

Quetz: gracias! When I first layed eyes on this amazing spectacle I couldn't help how awe struck I felt. I knew I had to master it.

Rex: ...I've noticed most of the time they have a partner. If you were ever in the ring for a serious match, who'd you want to be your partner?

Rex had asked simply out of curiosity, he expected her to say Martha or Scathach or some other powerful servant. But what she said surprised the hell out of him.

Quetz turned towards him, and before she said anything she held both of his hands in hers and gave him her answer.

Quetz: I actually think you'd be an amazing partner!

Rex couldn't believe what he heard. Him? Why?! He wasn't coordinated, he was a bit fat, and he was barely any good fighting without a weapon. If anyone that knew him from before chaldea was there, they'd expect him to give her a "no thanks" because that's the kind of person he was. But what he did say, would've surprised any of his family or former friends.

Rex: ...I'd love to!

Quetz: you would!?

Rex: yes! Anything for you!

Quetz: yay! Let's get started with your training!

Rex: now?!

Quetz: well.. it's actually getting late, how about tomorrow?

Rex: sure...

Back in the present day.

Da Vinci: of course, I knew it had to be her. You continue on to make her happy.

Rex: yeah... there's been many times where I was ready to quit training with her. It's painful, and just like with other things, I don't see what I do as good enough. But everytime I see her face beam with excitement for my training, I keep going. I do it for her, I want to be her perfect partner, she has high hopes and I can't disappoint her.

Da Vinci: but you can't put that effort for things you enjoy?

Rex: ...not really...

Da Vinci: ...why don't you show her your art or writing?

Rex: no! She'll think it's stupid.

Da Vinci: only you think that way... or at least that critically anyways. Regardless, I'm showing her!

As she said this she left to find Quetz and show her the picture he drew.

Rex: don't! It's too stupid!

Despite pleading with her he couldn't get her to budge on the subject, she was determined to do this. After a bit of the two walking and their back and fourth they finally ran into Quetz.

Quetz: Hola mi amor! Hola Da Vinci! What's going on?

Da Vinci: Quetzalcoatl, I've got something to show you!

Rex: pls don't look!

Quetz: why not mi amor?

Rex: it's crap!

Da Vinci: stop thinking that way!

As she says this she hands the paper to Quetz. She over looked it for a bit.

Quetz: mi amor, did you draw this?

Rex: yeah... it's crap I know

Quetz: no! It's actually pretty nice! I think you did a fine job!

Rex: huh?! You can't be serious!

Quetz: of course I am!

Rex: for real?!

Da Vinci: I've been trying to tell you!

Quetz: si! Don't look down at your art mi amor! It's really good!

Rex: ...you sure?

Quetz: si! You've got potential and I'd love to see you continue!

Rex was now filled more confidence then ever! He was ready to get back into it! Especially if it was for her!

Over time he'd get back into drawing and writing and even got into a bit of cooking. It was all for Quetzalcoatl of course! But he also never stopped training to be her lucha partner! He was ready for the day they'd have a match up together.

A/N: there ya go. Had this idea brewing most of work. Sometimes we're more willing to do things for others then ourselves, but that can still be a good motivator.

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[hacked-by-jake]

"Will you be my wife?"

HEELLOO GUYS 👋🏻

Here I am again. I was inspired by the videos about such situations. I am not completely enthusiastic about the story but unfortunately I didn’t know anything to improve it. Blackout. Maybe make a remake of it someday, I hope you like it anyway and excuse the mistakes.

And many thanks to all who follow me! Much love for each of you🥺❤️

🌹🎭

"I don’t believe it, I married Richy" Jessy squeals, looking at Richy sitting at a table with his boys.

You, Jessy, Cleo, Hannah, Lilly and two other friends of Jessy are standing on the dance floor.

"Well, I thought you were marrying Dan" Hannah giggles.

"No, Dan and I just don’t fit together, my heart beats for Richy" Jessy raves again.

"Didn’t you want to throw bridal bouquet?" asks Cleo.

"OH, YES TRUE" calls the new bride and runs to the DJ to steal the microphone.

Shortly thereafter, her voice echoes through the loudspeakers.

"My dear female guests, all unmarried girls, stand up, I am now throwing the bouquet."

Some start to cheer and come immediately on the dance floor.

I’m being pulled straight into the front row by Hannah.

"No, I wanted to be right in the middle of them all" you murmur, you don’t think much of these customs. Half of Duskwood was invited to the wedding.

A moment later, almost all the women are standing in the middle and Jessy is standing 3 meters in front.

"Marry You by Bruno Mars- starts playing.

"Cliché" you think with a grin.

You haven’t even looked at Jake, you two haven’t talked about getting married very often.

The DJ starts a countdown.

"10...9...8..."

Jessy stand with her back to all of you.

At the number One, she does not throw the ostrich as expected.

All of a sudden, she turns around very slowly and walks right up to you.

You look at her confused.

"You have to throw" you explain to her.

She’s give the flowers to you.

"Jessy what are you doing?" you ask again.

Jessy grabs your shoulders and turns you around.

Behind you, everyone stand in a circle.

And how else could it be, you’re looking in Jakes face.

In his hand a small red box of velvet.

"Oh my God" you shout overpowered and hold your hands in front of your face.

So many emotions flow through your body.

You turn away from Jake and take two steps just to turn back to him again.

He grins at you shyly but resolutely, holding a hand for you to reach for.

He pulls you to himself and immediately the first tears run out of your eyes.

"Oh, God" you mumble again.

"Hi babe" he mumbles.

"I know you don’t really like that much attention, but I think it’s about time I did the right thing. You are the only thing that matters to me, the only thing that has ever counted and will count. You are everything to me.

You are my only love, my one true love, my everything, my world and my heart, my life and my grief.

My joy and my fear, my girl. Oh damn, I love you more than I could ever describe. I know I can be exhausting. I know I can be stupid.

I know I can be a asshole.

I know I’m not easy and sometimes I stress you or I don’t pay enough attention to you.

And I just hope you can handle it, because you’re not so easy either." You two giggles.

"You’re just all I want and all I’ll ever need, my love, I just need you, to live, to be happy.

And that’s why I want to ask you now, here, today."

Jake takes a deep breath and kneels on the floor in front of you.

Now you’re crying more and more, it feels like it’s all just a dream.

Every cell in your body tingles and feels tense, tense with happiness.

Jake opens the little box.

In the small box, a beautiful ring glittered. (Think of your ring as you would like it)

"And that’s why I want to ask you, do you want to lead a chaotic life with me? A completely crazy and exciting life with me at your side? I mean, with the two of us it can only be a chaos" he smiles.

"So, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

You’re holding your breath.

Sure, you’ve already imagined a few times how this moment could be, how it would go and how you would react. You knew these words would come now and yet they take your breath away.

You want to answer "yes" and fall around his neck but your words are stuck in your throat.

Suddenly the doors of the hall are torn open.

A lot of men with big guns come running in, shouting at each other’s orders.

"WE ARE THE FBI! JAKE (last name) RAISE YOUR ARMS OVER YOUR HEAD IMMEDIATELY! YOU ARE ARRESTED FOR HACKING THE GOVERNMENT SERVERS"

Before you can react, you’ll be pulled back and held by Richy.

An FBI Agend holds a gun to Jake’s head to keep him calm.

He drops the box with the ring and raises his hands above his head.

Another agent kicks his back and Jake falls to the ground.

Two men handcuff him, Jake doesn’t fight, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even look at you.

Everything around you is deaf.

Jake is pulled up by the officers and brought outside.

You hear a terrible loud scream, you get goose bumps so tortured it sounds.

Then you realize it was your scream.

You want to tear yourself away from Richy, but he holds you even tighter and pulls you into a hug.

"Jake" you’re screaming.

You’re trying to hit Richy, but he’s holding your arms together.

"No, not Jake" you call again.

You’re crying like hell.

You’re having trouble getting air.

Suddenly you get a slight bump in the back.

Your environment is changing.

Jake is kneeling in front of you.

"MC" whispers Jessy softly.

It was just my imagination.

It wasn’t real, it was imagination.

Your mind has just shown you your greatest fear.

Losing Jake is your biggest fear.

It’s like your mind was trying to show you that the only right thing is to marry Jake, to be with him forever.

"Oh God YES! YES YES YES! OF COURSE I WANT TO MARRY YOU" you call out happy.

Jake opens his eyes and has to realize your words.

Three seconds later, he jumps up and puts his arms around your back.

He lift you up and spin you around.

You laugh happily and Jake also loses a small tear that you immediately kiss away.

There’s cheering and clapping all around you.

"YEAHHH" shouts Jessy loudly and hugs Hannah stormily.

Richy and Dan clap and Thomas rejoices.

Cleo wipes a tear from his eye.

Hannah and Jessy jump up and down.

Jessy cries 100 times today.

And you, you cry and you can’t believe how lucky you are.

"I love you" you mumble at Jake’s neck.

"I love you so much" you repeat.

"And I love you" he murmurs.

He stand you back on the floor and take a step back.

He grabs your hand, your two hands tremble with excitement as Jake puts the ring on your finger.

The ring fits perfectly, more than perfectly, as if it were made just for you.

"Shit, I love you so much" he breathes again and puts his lips on yours.

And right now, all that matters is your kiss.

The proposal, just you and him, and it counts forever.

"Now, congratulations" you hear Richy calling, and unfortunately, you and Jake have to break up.

"We have plenty of time for us at home, and then we’ll talk about your daydream you had. Don’t think I didn’t notice it right away" he whispers in your ear.

Yes, unfortunately, you often have such daydreams in which Jake either or has a fight with other hackers or with gangs. Your fear of losing Jake is enormous and nothing would be worse for you.

"okay babe" you mumble.

Then you two smile again.

Jake actually wants to take your hand but he is suddenly pulled by Richy in a hug.

"Congratulations, bro" Richy shouts aloud.

Like two teenagers, they both hit each other on the back.

Richy and Jake became best friends, like you and Jessy.

You often yo out together.

The two guys have quite a lot in common has turned out.

Jessy falls into your arms.

"Congratulations, God, congratulations" she cries almost more than you do.

"Jessy please don’t cry," you beg even though you cry yourself.

"Forget it, I can do it, my best friend is getting married," she shouts.

"Wait, we’re engaged, take it easy," you giggle.

Jessy steps aside and Hannah immediately hugs you.

Dan and Thomas congratulate you and Jake after each other.

Dan and you became good friends, too, and when you get to know him better, he’s really nice.

A waiter brings a tray with glasses of sparkling wine.

He gives everyone a glass.

"Could I have whiskey?" asks Dan.

You’re starting to laugh.

The waiter answers with a "yes" and goes to fetch him his glass.

Lilly’s coming towards you and Jake.

Jake stands next to you and puts an arm around your hip and pulls you to himself.

You lean your head against his shoulder and look at him happy.

Lilly stops in front of you.

You raise an eyebrow.

Jake’s grip on your hip tightens, but it doesn’t hurt.

"Well, I know what I’ve done, I can’t undo it. But I want to apologize to you guys for everything I’ve done. I hope you can forgive me, and congratulations on the engagement, "she explains.

Her face turns red, she’s uncomfortable.

You still don’t really like her.

To annoy her, you look skeptical at Jake.

Now he skeptically pulls up an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, babe?" he asks you and then looks at Lilly.

"Shall we forgive her?"

"I don’t know, she did you more harm than me, it’s your choice, but I think we both accept the apology, right?" you answer.

"Yes, yes, we do" Jake smiles lightly.

And you look at Lilly with a smile.

Today happened to much good things to have now a bad mood

Thomas raises his glass to toast.

"We toast for Jake and MC" Hannah calls and also raises her glass.

"And for Jessy and Richy" answers Jake.

"Here's to those who wish us well, all the rest can go to hell" Jessy grins.

"Tobias" calls Dan and hold up his Glass of Whiskey.

"Who is Tobias?" Cleo asks confused.

We are all confused.

"No, not who, Tobias= two beers" explains Dan and laughs.

"That was the worst toast ever" Richy giggles.

"Do we want to fight?" asks Dan for fun.

"A toast of all of us" you say and raise your glass too.

"To all of us" you all shout at the same time.

"Wait, you all knew about Jake’s plan, right?" you ask.                                         

As if he knew nothing, Jake smiles innocently.                                                  

 "We were afraid Jessy would tell you" Richy laughs and gives his wife a kiss. "Hey, I would never betray something like that" insulted she turns away from him

"Party, let’s gooooo" Hannah shouts laughing.

-

The rest of the evening you will celebrate a wedding and an engagement.

Your own engagement. Again and again guests come to you and Jake and congratulate you too. It’s just the most beautiful day in the world.

You were just in the bathroom and now you’re going back to the hall.  the passage connects the hall and the bathroom.

You’re the only one in the long aisle.

In the middle on the left is the men’s toilet.

You past it and whistle a song.

You can’t really hear it because the music is so loud, but it doesn’t matter.

You always whistle when you’re happy.

Through the loud music you do not hear how a door is opened and closed again.

Nor can you hear the footsteps behind you.

Suddenly someone grabs you by the hip and before you can react, you are turned around and ends up with your back against the wall.

It doesn’t hurt but before you can see your attacker, you will be kissed.

Immediately your favorite smell gets in your nose.

You put your hands on Jake’s neck and pull him even closer to you.

Jake presses his body firmly against yours and you gasp.

That’s what Jake uses to deepen your kiss.

His left hand pinches into your skin on hip and the right hand lies on the back of your head and slightly claws into your hair.

You breathe loudly as Jake slightly pulls your head back and puts his lips on your neck.

With his tongue he goes over your skin and kisses the spot under your ear.

"It’s 4:00 in the morning babe, do we want to go home so slowly? I’d like..." he takes a break to kiss your neck again.

Your hands reach into his perfectly styled hair.

"I’d love to have time alone with you" Jake growls in your ear.

Immediately your breath gets faster, and automatically you squeeze your body even tighter.

You’re breath hard.

"We have an engagement to celebrate" he breathes.

"I think it’s really time to go home" you say whispering.

"Good decision honey"

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Art of Fire (V)

 Zuko x Fem!Reader; Part 5; 1.6k words 

Series summary: The recently crowned Fire Lord Zuko meets a new friend of his Uncle’s, a special fire bender that quickly grabs his interest over a cup of tea and the discussion of the arts.

A/N: I am so sorry for how long this update took! Most likely the last part :) thanks for reading my dudes <3

CATCH UP HERE: Part 1   Part 2   Part 3    Part 4

As you stood in front of the closed tea shop, hand in hand, you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing as Zuko looked sheepishly down at you.

“How did neither of us realize that my Uncle wouldn’t be here because he was running the Capital instead of me today?”

You began to laugh louder, shocked that you hadn’t even thought about his Uncle not working at the tea shop, even though Zuko told you this very morning that Iroh was stepping in as temporary Fire Lord for the day.

“Well, I guess we aren’t getting tea today!” You managed to say in between laughs, wiping away a few tears as he began to chuckle softly.

Suddenly, he looked up again, as tugged at your joined hands, pulling you to the side of the shop.

“If memory serves me right, my Uncle usually forgets to close up the side windows…” he said, as he looked down the alley and saw the open window of the tea shop, “And my memory is immaculate” He said with a cocky wink.

“I promised you tea, and that is what you’ll be getting. You’ll just find out that I am just as good as my Uncle when it comes to making tea.”

Offering his hands, you leaped up into the windowsill, as his fingers gripped your hips, helping you up. Your breath caught a little at the contact, the warmth of his palms something still so shocking yet calming at the same time.

After you were straddling the windowsill safely, you offered Zuko your hand. He jumped up, hand clasped tightly to yours as he made it to the window. However, neither of you had thought it through, and now you were both tightly tightly cramped into the windowsill, faces very close to each other.

You giggled lightly, making eye contact with Zuko’s shining golden eyes, before you meanuvered your way through Zuko’s long legs and managed to land onto the familiar tea shop floor, Zuko right behind you.

Looking at the shop, it was very weird to see it not open and full of people, but Zuko quickie led you to the back, to the kitchen and storage room.

Still in your damp clothes from swimming in the lake, Zuko started to look into some of the many boxes in the back, and began muttering, “We usually keep some spare clothes in the back, and I can’t seem to find them… Oh. Found some!” 

You chuckled lightly, watching as he pulled out a pair of pants and some shirts. He lifted two shirts up, “Okay you got two opinions, a very oversized tan shirt that I’m pretty sure is my Uncle’s or the tea shop uniform.”

“Oh my, what a decision I have to make” you said with a smirk, “I may have to pick the huge shirt, even if it will be like a dress on me, simply because I have to see you in the uniform. Iroh has told me too many stories of you at the Jasmine Dragon for me to pass up this opportunity!”

“Oh you cruel wicked thing” Zuko teased, before handing you the shirt.

The pair of you stood there for a couple of seconds, just shyly looking at each other. Suddenly Zuko moved into action, “Oh, sorry yeah I’ll uh turn around so you can change first.”

You grinned at his awkward behavior, still stunned by how the shy man in front of you actually ruled the Fire Nation. “Thank you Zuko.”

You quickly peeled off your damp clothes, the cold air sending a shiver through your body as you peeked at Zuko’s back, as he stared firmly at the wall.

You shrugged on the large shirt, reaching your mid thigh, and very loose on you. Looking down, you realized you didn’t need the pants, it quite literally was a dress on you.

Zuko still had his back turned, so with a small surge of courage, you walked behind him quietly, and suddenly pressed a kiss to his check. He tensed at the contact, before a large smile graced his face as he turned around.

“What was that for?” he asked.

You pulled away, rocking on your heels, the shirt flowing around your legs. “Did I need a reason besides simply wanting to?”

The fiercest blush crept over his cheeks, before grabbing his own new set of clothes, “No. You don’t.”

It was your turn for your cheeks to heat up, and you looked away at the floor, a soft smile on your face. You turned around, and gave Zuko the privacy to change himself.

You heard the rustling of his clothes coming off and dropping on the floor, and you just hoped that he couldn’t hear how loud your heart was pounding. You were so focused on not freaking out at the situation you were in, or the fact that you were literally currently being courted by the Fire Lord, that you didn’t even notice Zuko creep up on you. At least until he wrapped his arms around your torso, and kissed your cheek. The warmth poured off him, even more noticeable now that you were both in dry clothes.

His lips hovered over your ear, “Just returning the favor. Because I wanted to.”

Your breath completely froze in your chest, as you slowly turned in Zuko’s arms, spinning to face him. 

Tenderly, you rested your hand on his face, just below his scarred eye, as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him in a snug embrace. 

Quietly, as if your next words might shatter the moment, you asked, “What are we doing?”

Zuko’s eyebrows scrunched up as he replied, “We are going to make tea…?”

“No, I mean, like what are we doing? What’s going on between us?” As you began to talk, Zuko’s hands fell from your waist, withdrawing from you slowly. You continued, starting to ramble slightly, “It’s just… you’re the Fire Lord! And I’m some commoner and I just, and we only met a week ago, and we don’t really know each other, and somehow in the few conversations since first seeing you in this tea shop, I’ve started to really feel something for you, but I have no clue what I’m doing. I don’t know what we’re doing...”

Slowly, as if he didn’t want to scare you away, he rested both of his hands on the sides of your face. His thumbs slowly rubbed your cheeks, the warmth soaking into your face, settling your nerves slightly.

“Y/N.” He spoke quietly, his eyes peering deep into your own. He sucked in a breath, before letting it out and spoke. “I know we barely know each other, yet I have never met another person that has had an effect on me like you. Somehow in just a few days, you burrowed your way into my soul. And I know the Fire Lord thing complicates things, but we can figure that out later. For now, I just want to learn everything I can about you. I want to be around you, and I want to listen to you laugh, I want to be the cause of your laugh… And I want to kiss you whenever I possibly can.”

Your breath hitched at his words, but you couldn’t pull your eyes away from Zuko’s searing gaze. Your brain turned to mush as you tried to process his words, but you could only truly think about him, right now, in front of you, staring at you as if you were his entire world.

His golden eyes glanced down to your lips, before looking at your eyes again, “May I kiss you?”

Words couldn’t form from your mouth, so all you could do was nod.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he stepped closer to you, your body flush against his as he closed the gap and pressed his lips to yours. One of his hands slid to your neck, cradling it closer to him, as the other slid around your lower back, holding you tightly. Your arms settled around his neck as you arched into him, fingers finding his hair.

His mouth wandered away from your lips, and started to pepper kisses against your jaw and then your neck. Your head fell back, as a soft moan escaped from mouth at the tender feeling of his lips against the bare sensitive skin of your neck.

At the sound, Zuko’s arms tightened even more around you, and a rumble sound in his chest.

You pulled back suddenly, a laugh bubbling up in your chest, as you smirked at Zuko, “Was that a growl?!”

His eyes widened, and stared at you sheepishly, “Maybe…”

You laughed, pulling away from his embrace, but gripping his hand firmly, “Don’t worry. I found it very hot, but let’s not forget the real purpose of this trip.”

You glanced down at his tea shop uniform, appreciating the look of the new clothes on him, “You promised me tea, and I plan to drink some of your finest”

Zuko chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around your waist, then steering you towards the kitchen.

“Why of course. You deserve nothing less. Plus, my Uncle would be very disappointed in me if I didn’t make you the very best of tea.”

You laughed, smiling widely at Zuko, your heart warmed, filled to the brim with happiness. And excitement for a good cup of tea.

***

This was most likely the last part! Thank you for reading :)

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