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cloudycrystalkpop · 3 years

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SMOKY | Hell Below

Blind! Prince! Mingi x [unstated skin deformity] fem! reader

Words: 2k+

Warnings: self harm, possessiveness, demonic interaction

au: crown royal au | moodboard

series masterlist: SMOKY

Seonghwa paced back and forth in front of your door. He was placed on guard duty this evening and it was slowly torturing him.

Normally he would never complain, more than happy to forgo his own rest to know that his princess slept safe and sound. However, he was very aware that at the moment, his princess was not sleeping at all.

He gritted his teeth as he heard your voice moan out a name in pleasure. The name of your husband. A name that wasnt his.

Seonghwa squared his shoulders. He had made you a promise, one a very very long time ago.

When he was the man having you sing such pretty praises. When he wrote his name in calligraphy with his tongue between your thighs.

A promise he painted into your skin, one very late night. Kissing every patch that made you shy. Every inch that your family frowned upon. Every piece you had ever wanted to burn off.

"I will protect you, until the day my heart stops beating, And surely even after."

he is more than just a knight. No, after holding you, bare as the day you were born, shaking in his arms. After the words of hate and disgust at the case your very soul lived in, at watching you take blades to try and peel the unwanted flesh away, he would never ever let you hurt yourself again.

He would never abandon you, even if you took his heart right out of his chest, it was always yours anyway.

Seonghwa held his head in his hands. He was always yours anyway.

"They sure are loud huh?" Seonghwa jumped and reached for the sword on his belt at the voice.

"Sorry, bad night?" Hongjoong asked, standing before the heartbroken man.

"Yeah just, stuck in my own head." Seonghwa admitted. The other man nodded, scanning him with curious eyes.

"You and your princess sure are, close." he stated. The words curled on his tongue, watching Seonghwa flitched as the sound of a high pitched groan came from the lover's room.

"We... Used to be." he replied.

"I see. Makes sense why youre not so fond of that Duke." he quirked an eyebrow, a sly grin pulling at his features. "Hey, you wanna know a secret~" the man purred.

"Not tonight Hongjoong. Im not in the mood for your teasing." Seonghwa frownd.

"Hmm~ if you say so." his smile pulled into a playful childlike one, before Hongjoong skipped off down the hall, leaving Seonghwa alone with his thoughts once more.

Hongjoong purred to himself as he glanced over his shoulder as the knight stood at the lovers door. Lust is a very powerful tool in his bag of tricks, one that, it looks like, will do him very, very well.

you spent your days now often with Yeosang, his experience and wisdom helping you greatly in easing your nerves. he told you many stories, explained much about the kingdom you had never dared to venture around in.

whenever you did leave your family's estate, it was always with Seonghwa as your loyal guard. a long veil to hide you away from the world, or heaven forbid you simply, existing taint your family name.

you remembered the day The King died. he was an old man, had been sick for years. while not beloved by his people, he was well respected, and yet. when he passed, no one knew anything about him. there was no mourning, for there was no loss.

The Queen had fully stepped into power then, ten years younger than her husband she was more than capable of leading. and so it had been since your early teens. The Queen was now however, ready to pass her power, rather than see it out live her too, just like her husband.

and that, was where the crown prince and princess had come in. the pair lost at sea in a tragic shipwreck, the kingdom scrambling to find a new replacement. you and Mingi were nobles, sure. second rate royals even, your father once a prince, a second born. Mingi was next in line to become a Duke, chosen over Yeosang for your hand in marriage for, such a trivial reason. or so you thought.

“my family comes from the Valley, My Lady. Lord Mingi’s comes from the Sea.” Yeosang explained, an, almost forlorn look in his eye. “when yourself and your husband were married, it showed a joining of the land and the sea. loosening trade deals with other lands, its... business I'm afraid.”

“that’s all marriage is good for after all anyway. its just business.” you gazed off out the window, watching the roses sway in the morning breeze. the garden was beautiful, flowers in full bloom.

“I’m sorry you feel so my lady. but, you must admit how darling and romantic an idea it is.” Yeosang followed your gaze.

“to be married?” you wondered.

“the prince of the sea, wed to the princess of the forest. and a man who cannot see, tied to a woman never allowed to be seen.” he hummed softly.

“sounds like a horrible tragedy of a play to me.” you shook your head, eyes falling to your lap. “I should have a word with the playwright.”

“would you have preferred a different ending?” Yeosang wondered, dropping his head down to force you to look him in the eye. you chuckled, watching the corners of his eyes crinkle in a smile.

“I haven't decided.” you answered. “...are the flowers in the valley in bloom this time of year?” you asked.

“oh yes. the wild flowers were always my favorite as a boy. my sisters and I used to go out and make crowns out of them.” his voice was soft, eyes far away. caught in a memory from boyhood.

“...will you take me there some time, Yeosang?” his gaze focused back on you once more.

“if you wish to see it My Lady.” he grinned. “I will braid you a crown so lovely the royal jewels will be jealous.”

“promise me?” your voice betrayed you. a crack of pain hidden away there.

such a very different ending you could have had. one where you could spend your life safe, hidden away from the judgment and piercing eyes your mother always frightened you of. flowers in your hair, children at your feet, a husband who could provide for your every need. free to play in the forest of your childhood. there was no judgment from the trees, nor would you find it in the open fields.

“you have my word... My Lady.”

but your life was no fairy tale. you were to be queen of a kingdom you barely knew. sure, you had a husband, a man to wear the title of “king”, but both you and Mingi knew, the queen is the most powerful piece on the board.

“My little Prince~” you called to the darkness of the room as you returned to your chambers for the evening. “Mingi?” you cooed once more, looking around for the tall man.

“we need to talk.” you nearly screamed, the voice was not your husband’s. upon turning on your heel, you came face to face with...

“Seonghwa! you nearly had me jump out of my skin!” you huffed, smacking the man on the side of his arm.

“hey! I'm sorry I scared you but, I'm serious.” he sighed, rubbing his arm.

“very well.” you huffed, seating yourself on the plush bed and waiting for his explanation. Seonghwa shuffled, changing his weight from one foot to the other, gaze fixed on the floor. “well? when did you become so awkward?”

“since I had to listen to you having sex for hours last night.” he growled. your ears glowed hot, but you choked the embarrassment down.

“I am sorry, I'm sure that was a bit.. uncomfortable-”

“you don’t get it do you, Princess.” he lifts his eyes to meet yours. “I love you.”

a lump forms in your throat. you do not move, only stare him down, unblinking, unreactive.

“I have been in love with you for almost five years now. I was the one who took your virginity, I was the one who held you when you cried, I was the only who protected you from the evils of this world. and I-” his voice cracked. Seonghwa, your loyal knight in shining armor, the one who had been by your side for the better half of your life, was in tears before you.

“I love you! I'd do anything for you! I've been with you since you were just a young girl! I've stood beside you through everything! and I can't pretend that it doesn't hurt me anymore!” his eyes sparkled with tears, cheeks damp and voice horse.

“... I-” you never got a chance to finish your thought as the door swung open once more.

Mingi stood in the doorway, blank eyes staring straight ahead of him, his face blank of any emotion.

“get. out. of. our. room.” never had you heard the intimidation in Mingi’s voice before. his voice rumbled deep in his chest, but his tone now, was that of a final, deadly warning.

Seonghwa stared at Mingi, shoulders taught, fists clenched. but he didn't say a word.

“...you are dismissed Seonghwa.” you finally broke the tense silence between the two man.

“as you wish, My Princess.” Seonghwa made his way towards the door, stepping past Mingi, only to be halted by said man shoving him against the wood, hard.

“if you dare, to even think of touching my wife, if even the thought of her in such context even passes your mind,” he growls. “I will have you executed for adultery.”

Mingi stepped away from a very shocked Seonghwa.

“she may be your Princess, but she will be your Queen. and never, for a moment forget, she will only be your queen, and she is my wife.” and with that he slammed the door shut.

Mingi developed a possessiveness over you, you must admit you didn’t expect. the once shy boy who could barely speak to you, now kept one hand on your person at all times you were together. when asked he said he preferred you guide him over a staff member. but you know by now Mingi knew this castle perfectly fine. he didn't need help or a guide anymore. he was lying.

he also got rather upset if you were left alone with another person too long, without himself or his chosen guard close by. his chosen guard? Hongjoong.

you woke one morning to find bruises so deep on your hips and chest they looked like black ink in the mirror. Mingi was marking you now. like you were something that belonged to him.

knowing who you needed to speak with, you snuck away one morning, before the sun rose. to find Hongjoong.

“your highness! what a pleasant surprise~” the handsome man cooed.

“may I speak with you? in private.” you glanced to the rest of the guard, Seonghwa the only one not meeting your gaze.

“oh? absolutely. please, come with me.” Hongjoong lead you out into the gardens, just as the first touches of dawn peeked over the skyline.

“alright creature. out with it. what have you done to the prince.” you growled, arms crossed as you glared at Hongjoong.

“such mean words from the ‘princess’ herself~” he smiled a grin, one a little too long and a little too wide for his face.

“why are you here?”

“what a stupid question! you already know that answer~ otherwise you wouldn’t have asked to speak to me, alone.”

“fine, who summoned you?”

Hongjoong chuckled, one in tone too deep for the voice he speaks with. “the dead king of course. but that was a long time ago you see.”

“speak to me truthfully creature, did you make a deal with Mingi?” you glared him down. while your experience with his kind was limited, you understood the one true weakness they had. they cannot directly lie.

Hongjoong grinned once more, that same unnatural once, the one that extended too far up his face, showing teeth a human man wouldn’t have. his eyes crinkled at the edges in the grin, the white parts of his eyes turning dark as a bruise.

“no.”

you held back a whimper at his voice. inhuman. demonic. bloodcurdling.

“...thank you. you are dismissed.” you blinked, and the man was back as he was. charming smile and handsome features glowing once again in the dawn.

“as you wish, your highness.” and with that, he walked back into the castle. leaving you alone in the garden, a ring of dead grass surrounding where the pair of you had stood.

#mingi x reader #smoky au #prince au #demon au #knight au #seonghwa x reader #yeosang x reader #Hongjoong x reader #mingi au #Seonghwa au #Yeosang au #Hongjoong au #Ateez x reader #Ateez au #Ateez sereis #mingi series #royal au #fantasy au

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zed-36 · 3 years

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@ 18: the questions weren't actually that strict! you could interpret them however you liked :) that said, im curious what you would add to the story? i love reading ur ideas and interpretations of the characters n stuff!

oh no prob, i did enjoy thinking of what i could change without adding anything new (i will talk too much if i dont contain myself) BUT since you have asked...

ill share these ideas as a general change to the series as a whole (WR and Acceleracers- also i will call Acceleracers AC for short if i need to).

There is a lot i feel needs to change- but two major points are lore (and direction of it in the story) and characters.

The lore of the series is all weird due to what changed between WR and AC, but its also too surface level. its for kids, its probably why its not so expansive. but it does leave a lot of confusion to me and while i would have to spend much more time to fully “rebuild” the world, i will give some ideas on what i would see changed.

One, at least making it make sense all the way through. i think Acceleracers had the best ideas but it shouldve been expanded on in WR- WR barely touched on actual Acceleron lore. Overall i would like to see the Accelerons 100% remade from the ground up. i LOVE aliens and alien society but i feel all we know of them is they race. and thats its. and sadly AC wasnt seen through to where we may have seen a bit more. but they need to be redone, with lore also point to exactly why the drones woke up when they did, what their drive is, etc. Why is Gelorum the way she is too, very important lor aside from characters. I wouldnt want the series to become a huge Lore Dump but there are moments where they intended to drop lore and they just. dont really do that, at least not well. Imagining the series with more extensive lore would obviously see it being longer than what it is, which i think makes sense. in the end if i was to properly write out all lore it would be a huge rebuild of 1) the Accelerons as an alien society, in depth 2) the full origins of the Drones/Gelorums (how they ended up where they did, what makes them how they are now and 3) a more cohesive plotting of events that would lead to lore revealed. also developing what “Scrim” and “clyp” were, along with the actual depth of Silencerz and how far back they go has been on my mind a lot. scrim and clyp just vanish from lore but in my headcanon backstory for Gelorum, i mention how those things existed too. if anyone has more specific questions on lore tho i can answer those individually! its just a lot to go over lol.

The characters though, oh god where do i start. not gonna touch on every individual (feel free to ask about someone and how i would rewrite them/change them), but theres a lot i would want to see different.

Theres some good ideas in the series that are just not explored much, or the actions dont feel like they have impacts. And many characters have literally zero backstory to go off of... Everyone needs at least some kinda origin in mind, doesnt have to be said but knowing where they come from is one key detail that i think is nice to drop some times. characters referncing locations, where they went, etc... its little but its good to have. In the WR comics, most of these characters do have origins! but theyre completely forgotten in the movies it seems. it would have been cool it WR tied together some of these ‘really good drivers’ and maybe they were in the same races together or something. there are 35 people and none of them seem to know each other at least not in detail- other than Vert and Alec who are clearly friends. Kurt Wylde was written to have done some “illegal” modifications in a race, what is someone there knew him? what if it brought up tension/suspicions? Things like that, its all part of where they come from and its a shame the movies just dont connect them very well.

I think theres some specific characters i will give examples to ‘rewrtiting’ and most of it is AC focused!

Kurt & Markie..... i love them, really do! but after WR i just did not like where they went. i get it, kinda ironic for Markie to become such an opposite. buuuut it was a bit much to me. first off, i would actually expand on the “crime” and that would 100% change the outcome of the two. the period between WR and AC shouldve gone different and in turn, i think wouldve changed up MM and Teku completely! i want to imagine Kurt is trying to get away from bad habits after WR but, perhaps has a really good deal with someone who had also gotten him into illegal car part business in the past. he is tempted and ropes Markie in with the idea they could do so more secretly but are caught, and while Markie is nervous and young he spills all the beans, but none of that evidence goes to Kurt and he stays silent, managing to get out of it. However instead of Kurt going to Teku and Markie going to MM.... Kurt tries to join Teku in the idea of joining a less rowdy gang, but Vert believes full Kurt let his brother take all the blame- so they dont allow him in. He goes for MM, which takes him easily but this team’s energy really doesnt help him. In turn, Markie leaves jail and Vert is swift to allow Markie into Teku because theyre friends! and it helps keep Markie in a better place, not wanting to get back into bad stuff. The important thing is tho, this switch up wouldnt result in super harcore, asshole Kurt. i feel like instead, he would be in an awkward place of wanting to improve himself but MM’s rebellious attitude coaxes him into worse attitudes. AND... very much an oppurtunity for Gelorum to manipulate him once more, as the accelechargers are much more important to acquire, with multiple, we’d loop back again. in the end though! i could imagine the story would still bring in the same scenario- Markie gets taken by drones, Kurt saves him, they rekindle and Kurt also comes to realize he shouldnt give in to the ways he used to practice.

i think for AC, in order to find more interest in the characters, a switch up with the teams would be neat. Markie and Kur swapping was always on my mind, but i have thought about Teku!Taro. I think it would’ve been cool to throw in an background guy from WR into MM... like Harrison Lau. some more familiar faces would bring interesting dyanmics considering their backgrounds. and it think it wouldve fleshed out the teams a bit more in places they lacked.

Another thing i think is clear is there is lots of unexplored potential. Like dyanmics i express with Markie, characters like Lani, Karma, Tork, etc... oh there is so much i would add for them. Karma has a weird thing with being mentioned to look like Gelorum, and her prefectionism too but it was never touched on. What if it caused conflict? What if it made her question their morals? Or with Tork- i would honestly just rewrite how he tackles Tone’s death and the resolution, that whole thing in movie was weird and messy and made no sense to me imo. Lanu had something going for her but she felt so disconnected from the WR characters in AC, which is a shame! oh there are so many to go over lol. i hope to tackle some of these loose ends in the fics i have in mind but yeah... there is so much to say about changing these characters!!

#headcanon #theory #wr #acceleracers #hot wheels #tomiyeee

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goat-yells-at-everything · 3 years

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Thoughts on Lumity this far in season 2?

While I still have some issues on how Amity's character was introduced and the sudden heal turn with very little build up (ie: she was literally a bully when we met her then gets all huffy and calls Luz a bully like its the worst thing ever), I've decided for my enjoyment of the series to ignore that. Its very much a "I reject your reality and substitute my own" there. PB is also in that group since he was such a dick in his first outing and then suddenly nice the next time we see him.

I point this out because I feel her character made a DRASTIC change as of episode 7 (Lost in Language). And I think it was about here when the staff were given the green light to include a same sex relationship between main characters. Im not saying it wasnt planned, per say, but that it was shaky that The Mouse would allow it until this episode was planned.

Amity was harsh, nasty, and downright cruel before this. She did show a fair side in "Covention" but still had too many bully qualities that made me think she'd end up on Liliths side in the end battle before suddenly realizing she wasn't that kind of person and becoming a kind of "Vageta" to Luz's "Goku" so to speak. I feel like the writers got to go-ahead for Lumity and realized they desperately needed to soften her image and make the turn to good a lot earlier so they could make the crush at Grom feel right.

Uh...

[Tl;dr]

Because of the sudden flip I, personally, view their friendship relationship starting from "Adventures in the Elements". Amity is still kind of grumpy, condescending, and acting more mature than she really is. She doesn't want Luz to see her fail not because she wants to look good for her crush, but because she wants to look good period. She's better than everyone else. She's a Blight!

Then she learns that the way she uses magic isn't the only way to do it. Not the glifs, she learned that before. Its about EDA'S way of doing it. Wild and untamed and Strong. You'll notice she's been experimenting more with other types of magic, not just abominations.

"Understanding Willow" is where Amity starts her crush. While, personally, I think this stage was rushed, I understand the episode constraints Disney put on season 1 and they needed to get this in. Amity sees just how loyal Luz is to her friends and just how far she's willing to go to help someone. She also sees her determination and "mama bear" side when Luz says Amity HAS to help fix the problem she caused. I feel like Amity doesn't get held accountable a whole lot when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Obviously her mom holds her to high standards but if her mom had learned about the whole ordeal she probably wouldn't have cared. At least not if it didn't effect the Blight name.

Once Amity made the choice to mend old bridges and distance herself from her caty mean friends, I really loved watching her grow. She's a wonderful fleshed out character and her crush has been handled pretty well since Grom.

Luz? There isn't a lot to "read into" Luz. Not that that's bad, she's just a main character and her whole character is laid out for us all to see in every episode. There isn't a whole lot of subtext to her and thats fine.

Uhm.... did that answer your question? I got kinda rambly there... ^^;

#goat yells at magical owls #the owl house #Lumity

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im-a-meteorite · 4 years

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i’ve been marathoning the harry potter movies since im in quarantine and i’ve been taking some notes. i’ll post them all bc why not

sorcerer’s stone

harry knowing that there’s no post on sunday,, a genius

hedwig’s theme playing when harry looks out of the window and sees an owl flying by, very nice

hagrid doing magic at the house on the rock thing,, wouldnt the ministry be able to track that?? since there’s no wizard that lives there, they should be alerted?? or did they remove the trace from hagrid once he got expelled?? like does it work by the trace only or? bc if it doesn’t work by location then how would they know that a muggle witnessed the magic?? idk anymore

the kids staring at the nimbus 2000 and saying its the fastest model yet,, then the camera zooming on the handle w/ the background blurred -> the most straight forward foreshadowing

hagrid is actually the worst person to take harry on his tour situation,, like bro literally left him in the middle of a train station

the weasleys and harry going to the platform while theres a shit ton of ppl walking around,,, statute of secrecy where??

the great hall is on the first floor?? i thought it was on the ground floor

ew the hats

i wish the movies had dumbledore’s weird few words speeches

“theres not one witch or wizard that went bad that wasnt in slytherin” broooo

mcgonagall is so savage i love her

snape is an asshole

a crap ton of chessboards in the great hall study hall scene,, foreshadowing the challenges?

madam hooch really yeeted herself out of neville’s way

✨🥰 oliver wood 🥰✨✨

harry really wiped the troll buggers on his robe,, disgusting

snapes hair is lowkey on fleek tho,,

making most of the slytherins ugly bc they’re the “evil” house is just a disservice to all the inbreeding

hermione setting snape on fire is truly iconic and very extra tbh like sis why tf would u know a spell like that

seasonal transition wasnt that great tbh

overall the directing style is kinda basic

“not in the restricted section,,” rule breaking hermione is the best hermione

dumbledore’s handwriting is so extra and loopy like tf?? but it fits his character

the hedwig flying season transition was good

“immortal?” “it means you’ll never die.” “i know what it means!”

50 points each for being out of bed??? wtf is this point system

filtch saying there’s werewolves in the forbidden forest,,, thats illegal sir

hagrid calling the trio by their first names but draco by his last,, we love favoritism

harry’s thoughts r so ridiculous,, “snape doesnt want the stone for himself, he wants it for voldemort!” lmaoo wtf,, evidence pls sir,, u don’t even know he was a death eater. was it the bad vibes?? bc same

harry figuring out that the person who gave hagrid the dragon egg is voldy,, a genius

“kill us faster?? now i can relax!!” ron is so iconic i love him

“lucky we didnt panic!” “lucky hermione pays attention in herbology”

how is it that harry’s hand burned quirrel but not the skin on harry’s neck?? that shit makes no sense

yeah i really cant imagine this dumbledore fighting voldy in movie 5

hermione’s headband in the reunion scene is so cute i love it

chamber of secrets:

how is dobby even allowed to just jump on the bed?? like is it bc harry isnt his master that he can do smth like that

“dobby has heard about harry potter’s kindness” or whatever,, bro u work for the malfoys either the elves gossip or draco is waxing poetry about harry

aunt petunia saying “we have ice-cream” after that whole affair is just ridiculous

DIAGONALLY

this seems like the extended version bc i dont remember the borgin and bruks scene to be that long

the close ups with lucius and ginny’s books r insane lmao like chris columbus made it so obvious

also mr weasley’s acting is so funny like its so exaggerated

lucius malfoy is so dramatic and extra we love it

also lucius knowing hermione’s name and “draco’s told me all about you”??? bro whats with draco?? lmaoo

snape really got mad with the whole car business

mandrakes r fucking weird bro how did jkr come up with that

PERCY WALKING WITH PENELOPE CLEARWATER??? HOW DID I MISS THAT??

omg colin had so many lines?? wow

omg erol with the fucking howler,, iconic

ron’s facial expressions?? pure comedy, rupret is so good

LOCKHEART REALLY SAID “GOOD GIRL” THEN WINKED AT HERMIONE

“pesky piksy pescinomy” this bitch dumb

“why is it always me?” poor neville

omfg ✨🥰 oliver wood 🥰✨

ahh using the seeker position for fighting

ew draco used the m-word

the shit the basilisk is saying is so lame lmaoo

how does harry not recognize that he’s hearing a different language?? or does parsaltongue act weird

HOW IS THE WHOLE SCHOOL IN THE SAME CORRIDOR???

“i know the counter-curse that could’ve spared her” bitch the dirty looks he got?? omfg

the movies would’ve been 500% better if they had lee jordan’s iconic quidditch commentary

“scarhead” “TRAINING FOR THE BALLET, POTTER?”

“what did you expect?? pumpkin juice??” madam pomfery is a queen

dobby is dumb dumb

“who am i, hedwig? what am i?”

“reading? i didnt know you could read?”

“look at my face” “look at your tail!”

“you can’t cancel quidditch!”

“oh harry, if you die down there, you’re welcome to share my toilet”

lockheart: do you live here? ron: no *smacks him in the head with a rock*

“voldemort is my past, present and future” are all slytherins this dramatic??

the tension between hermione and ron in the last feast was insane

justin filtch fletchy is so ugly im so sorry i cant

prisoner of azkaban:

im sorry but harry doing underage illegal magic pisses me off every time

aunt marge 🤢

“do they use a cane boy?” “oh yeah, i’ve been beaten loads of times”

that whole scene is so chaotic

“you cant do magic outside of school!” “oh yeah? try me”

sirius really dumb for barking at harry like it makes no sense

the knight bus is probably one of the best things in this movie

“whatcha doing down there??” “i fell over” “whacha fell over for?” “i didnt do it on purpose!” “well come on then, lets not wait for the grass to grow”

harry leans over and looks for the grim, stan: “whatcha looking at?”

“yeah take it away ernie,, its gonna be a bumpy ride”

this whole thing is written and directed so perfectly

i hate how they replaced tom bc it really made no sense

all the bits of magic in the leaky caldron is so genius

fudge reminds me of trump but like dumber

the blue lighting and coloring is just great, it fits the colder vibe of the story (not like HBP with the hazy/blurry effect)

ugh the glass and mirror transitions are one of my favorite things,, alfonso curon really did that

i love the weasleys,, also everyone looks great in this movie

omg the scene with arthur talking to harry about sirius with the sirius poster always being in sight?? amazing

contrast of light and darkness just echos the whole dementor vs patronus situation

i dont even understand why remus took the train other than for the nostalgia

the lights slowly turning off in the different carriages?? amazing

the visual representation of the dementors’ effect is great

REMUS!!!

i wish there was more emotion from remus when he’s talking about sirius,, like that was one of his only friends

snape clapping literally twice for remus,, ajhshsh

ahh the placement of the slytherin and gryffindor tables right beside each other to increase the tension and further the plot

oh yea the new dumbledore, also cool hat he has

omg the new fat lady painting

omg the candy scene?? so cute i love lads being lads. that scene just echo’s dumbledore’s light in the dark quote bc its storming outside at night and they’re creating a happy environment within the dark especially with the dementors

ah yes the clock references + following the bird to show us important parts of hogwarts and putting the whomping willow in the forefront

ron’s reading of harry’s tea leaves,, still on point tho. ron really has a knack for divination

buckbeak! omg drapple

draco is so hot especially with that ring also the slytherin pins??

“oh yeah, terribly funny, really witty. god, this place has gone to the dogs”

the kids look so messy i love it + harry’s uneven tie

HERMIONE CLINGING TO RONS ARM!!

“its killed me! your gonna regret this, you and your bloody chicken”

omg the boggart lesson

“riddikulus!” “this class is ridiculous”

fuck snape!

draco really pushed someone with his bandaged arm

remus is such an amazing professor i love him and i just miss him so much

ugh harry in this hoodie?? amazing

remus and harry’s conversation with the music :(( lily :((

wtf is that eye painting??

percy screaming about being head boy,, bro stfu

sirius is such a dramatic little bitch i love it

seasonal changes marked by the wimping willow

“turn to page 394”

what a fucking rude ass bitch,, i hate snape

harry really be seeing the grim everywhere

i wish they had “wheres wood?” “trying to drown himself in the shower”

winter transition with hedwig! + clock tower

“come and join the big boys”

i just adore this scene of the twins giving harry the map (bro i really want a series about the marauders)

whos that skinny bitch with draco???

harry’s way too rash tbh

also mcgonagall being also too nonchalant about the whole marauder’s situation?? like those werent your students

remus is a soft boy dark academia icon

if only dumbledore wasnt a dumbass,, remus could have been uncle moony raising harry with sirius

ron’s nightmare scene?? iconic

“my dad didnt strut. nor do i” umm james potter was also a drama queen sooo probably strutting

“you, YOU FOUL LOATHSOME EVIL LITTLE COCKROACH” “hermione no, he’s not worth it”

sirius’ dog form really looks like a rabid dog omfg

the part where hermione grabs harry while she’s on the wimping willow omfg

“only one will die tonight” YOU DRAMATIC BITCH UR NOT MAKING THIS BETTER

“finally the flesh reflects the madness within” “well you’d know all about the madness within, wouldn’t you remus?”

why the fuck is the shreaking shack is swaying in the wind??

QUARRELING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE

why the fuck didnt they knock peter out?? like tf?? they’re actually dumb dumb there were so many ways for this to go right

this man really sent 2 13-year-olds on this dumbass mission

buckbeak really beat up remus,, “professor lupin’s having a really tough night”

harry’s a fucking psycho with this patronus bullshit,, i cant

can they stop screaming while flying on buckbeak?? someone might hear them

im still mad sirius didnt get his name cleared,, so much would’ve changed

“we did it” “did what? goodnight” i fucking hate dumbledore and his mindlessness omfg sometimes i wanna punch him in the face

fuck snape for outing remus as a werewolf,,, but also he really didnt have to resign. like istg wheres the marauder energy when it comes to defying everyone??

i wish the movies had went into the marauders’ history :(( its one of my favorite aspects of the series

#harry potter #harry potter movies #philosopher's stone #chamber of secrets #prisoner of azkaban #hermione granger #ronald weasley #remus lupin #sirius black #severus snape #albus dumbledore #minerva mcgonagall #movie marathon #notes #harry potter notes

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piccolina-mina · 4 years

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Hi, im the anon wondering about which character is the favorite. Tbh i was just curious, but i understand how that could create drama 😅 my bad. Youre probably thinking im from the rnm fandom and you would be right. I had a hunch of which character it was, but i wasnt positive. I dont really see them playing favorites in terms of writing but that might just be because the favorite character is also my favorite character. I was curious as to your opinion but I understand if you dont wanna answer

I think narratively the show favors Michael. The writers openly discuss how much they love writing for him. He's everyone's favorite. He's Carina's favorite. He's a fan favorite. And that is fine.

But I do think there are some days when it's so blatant that it's a clear flaw on the part of those creating the narrative. There are many layers to this too, some more disconcerting then others, but I'll stick to the narrative.

The fact that I (and others I'm sure) don't actually have to mention his name and people automatically know sort of proves the point.

And it's not a slight against his character or the actor, and it's not to suggest that his storylines aren't enjoyable either. Case in point, personally, I think he and Alex are having the strongest personal arcs out of everyone this season.

But then, that isn't exactly surprising is it?

More often than not, I feel like it's Liz's story in name only, but consistent, deep, gritty, well thought out etc storytelling falls on Michael. I can see and feel all the time and energy dedicated to this specific character.

That's cool, but when you have an ensemble cast, the hope is that it's spread out a bit better. The first season is testing the waters. The second season gives you a better idea of how things are and will be now that there is a rhythm.

In the second season, Liz, our lead, has gotten lost and swallowed up in the plot. Jeanine is great and has some shining moments, but she doesn't exactly have her own personal story that isn't wrapped up in alien stuff. This is where it's frustrating that ... we don't spend a lot of time with the Ortechos, something they've attempted to rectify a bit this season, but it's still mostly unsuccessful.

This is where her arc with Rosa has not been as strong as it should be and got lost in Liz trying to bring Max back. This is where I repeatedly point out the lack of focus on her relationships outside of the pod squad. Her friendships with Maria and Alex suffer a great deal and honestly with Kyle as well.

This is where all things alien consume her, and she doesn't seemingly have a life or rather chooses to expend any focus to a life outside of the pod squad and their issues.

And this is where because of all her energy being put into such a narrow focus on solely alien issues often at the expense of every other facet of her life, she often feels decentralized from her own narrative.

But we have Michael, and I do think one of many reasons he's such a favorite is because of all the focus he gets and how well-rounded and developed he is compared to the others. I mean if that's the character everyone pours everything into ... then yeah, he would be the favorite, yeah?

He's fun to play with, the witty oneliners, the bad boy with a heart of gold, the misunderstood tragic not a hero but really a hero, the lovable jackass, the endearing "screwup" so on and so forth. He's wrapped up in a bow, the catnip of all the most endearing tropes.

And they love peeling back layers for him and developing him and expanding on his background and characterization carefully and thoughtfully.

And that's awesome and enjoyable even, but when you have an ensemble cast and it doesn't begin to be spread about evenly, then it's a reasonable nitpick.

I feel like we have a better grasp on his past than any other character. He naturally was the one who wanted to go back home, but almost all of the past alien history and folklore has essentially centered him or involved him more so than Isobel and Max.

He's the one who heads to and finds out about Caulfield. He's the one who sees his mother and where the aliens were held. He's the one who watches her die in front of him. He's the one who continued to be tied into that plot while they hand waved why Max and Isobel weren't interested in learning more when they dropped enough breadcrumbs to support why they should be.

Until this season, until very recently with Isobel, everything related to their origins fell on him, he is the face of the pod squad being invested in finding out about their history. It then ties in with his tragic backstory as the foster kid who never had nor felt "home."

By spending a season and a half essentially centering him alone in a narrative that should involve all of them, it seemingly made it his plot. And that's BEFORE we even get to these recent revelations with Sanders and this implication that Michael was "the special one" not Max (which the mere idea of a special one at all was not and has not been something I particularly care to subscribe to in the first place), so it's doubling down and solidifying something they didn't need to emphasize this much.

The alien past has always felt like Michael's story and Max and Isobel are just hitching a ride. The many ways it was only tied to Michael makes it that way. It was Michael that Jesse had a file on.

It's Michael whose first love is a product of the Manes Project Shepherd element. It's Michael who gets that conflict with Alex.

The Valentis have just as much ties to that as the Manes and yet that angle is barely explored or used to add an extra layer to the tension between Max and Kyle for example.

It was just barely used to flesh out Kyle during the first season, and then seemingly dropped altogether this season when he should have just as much claim in this narrative as all three pod squad members and Alex.

Ironically, this is a big disservice to Isobel. And this is where this exclusive focus on pouring so much into one character comes at the expense of others.

Isobel, people like her and all, but when I look at the actual narrative and her place in it, if not for the fact that she's an alien, she's not a character with much purpose, and that's a huge problem.

Because narratively, outside of being used as a victim, they honest to goodness don't know what to do with her. They barely invested enough in her character to give her a fully formed, consistent personality. There's no real pull there. And as the only female alien, they could have done so much more beyond being a vessel for Noah and an abortion storyline where the only point was to make a statement about women and reproductive rights that didn't land as intended because of Isobel's privileges and access.

Max benefits from being the co-lead and being part of the primary love story. And then of course there is the eternal and patently unfair and imbalanced fraternal angst that ALSO is more often than not used to serve Michael's storyline and development.

It's about Michael working through his resentment. It's about Michael's abandonment issues. It's about Michael's battle with self worth. And 2.05 was about Michael realizing how much his brother always loved him. And him growing from that realization. And him saving his brother.

Just like now, it's about Michael protecting Max and "suffering" for it. It's about Michael being a dark horse martyr and sin eater for his siblings after taking the blame for killing the girls from Isobel and now damning himself to a screwed up life on Max's behalf.

The weight of the revelations geared toward Michael. The Sanders connection was significant and that was ushered in through his connection to Michael.

In the same vein we found out Michelle Valenti has what should be an equally as impactful and longstanding connection with Max ... but did it carry the same weight as Michael and Sanders at all even though those respective relationships have run neck in neck throughout the series? No.

We know Maria was sidelined all first season. This season most of what they've given us feels performative to address the concerns people had because of how things are handled ... with her splitting redundant narratives with side characters, having things happen offscreen, or shuffled to a side, or left on the editing floor.

And her biggest relationship all season is? Michael.

Kyle is getting sidelined this season. There's so much we don't know and could about him. His love interest storyline also feels performative and perfunctory... they didn't invest in it at all. It was like going through the motions.

Rosa's storyline hasn't exactly taken off as you'd have expected given the circumstances. And they just jumped around with key and crucial character building and meaningful moments with that too. They sailed right on past the Maria and Arturo reveals without letting them breathe. Almost like they just didn't have any strong interest in doing much outside of hitting the necessary notes: tell Maria, reunion with Arturo, save Max, overdose.

Liz's core relationships are all over the place. Maria, Arturo, Rosa, Alex, Kyle ... not enough investment in them. Not enough digging deep into them. Not enough exploration. While Max was gone most of the season. And she worked with and provided support to Michael and Isobel, hung out with Cam, but continuously neglects the aforementioned others who should matter.

But Michael's core relationships have layers and stay intact ( Max, Isobel, Alex, and Maria) and he gets substance with other ones ... Kyle ... Sanders ...

So yeah, nothing wrong with having favorites. And if that person is your favorite then maybe it's easier not to care or think too hard about it or whatever.

But the reason I dislike when you can tell when one character is a favorite is because of how it affects the narrative overall.

It seriously impacts the storytelling. It's like writing entire chunks around a character and this specific position you want them instead of writing the story and weaving in the character.

It can take me out of a piece when I can tell the objective is to get to a precise moment with a specific character. When I can tell that some of the writing is obligatory and then "the real fun" happens with X.

It's like stuffing your face with all of your vegetables because you have to in order to get to that ice cream Sundae. Like "if I get through A-W then my reward will be Z."

This is me coming from an objective viewpoint because I can separate when analyzing. I have actually enjoyed Michael a lot this season. He and Alex have had the best character growth this season, in my opinion, and I really love that.

But this is also a glaring issue, and I hate when favoritism bleeds into a series, especially an ensemble cast when it leads to issues with the storytelling.

And despite my enjoyment, that's what I feel is happening here a lot.

It certainly isn't the first and only show I've noticed this with. And yeah, I've even made these same observations and criticisms when it's my favorite character too.

It's the same on another series I watch with one of my favorite characters, and it's so frustrating except in that case, it's a character who can do no wrong even when they're wrong, and ... that's a whole other discussion.

But yeah. I don't expect agreement with this. It's probably one of those unpopular opinions or hot takes that can definitely bug people, especially those whose favorite character is Michael.

But this is my observation and why I feel that like him or not, storytelling suffers, is predictable, or underwhelming, or annoying, or jarring when you can sense the obsession and favoritism.

#it's late so that may not be a comprehensive response #anyway ... I'm not here for another round of fandom fkery so if drama is what you want to start go elsewhere #rnm discourse #rnm asks

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crispy-chan · 3 years

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amg I’ve been following Maze of Memories since you’ve posted the first 5 chapters and have been anticipating each new edition because of how well you write it! 😳💖 And chapter 7 is one I’ve been anticipating bc I’m so curious to how the story will progress and Felix’s fate and YOU DELIVERED! Absolutely delivered and served 🥺💕

I had to prepare my heart bc while I know Lix’s destined for tragedy, I was hoping that he’ll make it out alright 😭 I love how you developed their relationship and I felt it deep in my heart (despite being Chan biased like HNNG DBDBD TBH IF CHAN WASNT MY BIAS IT WOULD BE FELIX SO DBDN AAA I LOVE IT SO MUCH) and I almost cried at how heartbreaking it was for y/n to find him in that state ;; LIKE AAAHHH NOOOOOOO FELIX BEBDDB I wanted to save him 😭

I felt so bad for y/n and felt how scared she was now that she’s alone and the loneliness and crushing weight it has on her because she lost the only person she can trust in this hell without a hellevator ! And the details too about what happens after the games like what happens to the fallen tributes ;; idk if it was in the book bc it’s been a while since I read the Hunger Games but I love how you added more and explored that too. I was really shocked that they won’t be returned to their families and are treated like they’re just something not worthy of rest like it was so inhumane 😭 bc they only saw them as piles of flesh and not a person :(( they’re just their for entertainment as it is ever since the beginning.

It’s so interesting to see the shift of povs too. It gave so much insight on what Felix and Chan were experiencing and feeling it made Felix’s downfall 10x more agonizing while it made me more intrigued with Chan as a character bc that budding growth and internal change 😭 also pls give yourself a pat on the back bc those fight scenes! 🥺👌🏻💕💕💕 I think you said you’re not that confident(?) with/used to writing them but I enjoyed them a lot! I think it was well written enough and was able to add depth to what happened in between and was able to keep the suspense bc ngl I was holding my breath the entire time when Felix had to go against the tributes 😭😭😭 I think you’re doing a really good job writing this series!

I’m not one for action/dystopian genres of fics but this series is one of my favorites! I’m always anticipating and excitedly waiting for each new chapter and how it plays out 😭💖💖 I’m in awe at how you did the world building and setting up the characters and how you flesh them out. Nothing feels too slow or too fast; it’s the perfect balance and the emotions THE EMOTIONSSS 😭😭😭 oh my gosh your Lix will forever live in my heart! my precious bby boy! also this is super long 😭😭😭 aaa I’m just really happy chapter 7 is posted and I had so much fun reading I’m patiently waiting for the next one and see how our main stars will develop from there 💖

Thank you so much for sharing your hard work!! //and aa might make fanart bc ooof HMNG THAT VICTORY SONG MAMA VER CHAN AND THIS AU LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE👌🏻👌🏻 😭😭😭 waah my gosh im(not)ok 😂

Hello💓 so first of all, I thank you very much for this juicy long ask💓💓ngl, it warmed my heart and I was in a bad mood before reading it and now I’m smiling so thank you for that💕💕

I really wanted felix’s and yn’s friendship to be something that slowly built up, despite the circumstances. I wanted people to feel sad about his departure, I wanted him to be someone you got attached to so I’m glad it worked🥺although I admit it’s a bit weird without him now...

I honestly don’t remember if they returned the fallen tributes to their districts or not, but I decided to just roll with what my brain wanted. And yeah, Felix definitely made the games 10x more bearable for yn, I thought of her to be just a simple girl with no fighting skills (let’s just say like most people) and I think it would definitely be absolutely terrifying for a normal person to be thrown like that into the games. The fact that it’s an underground maze definitely doesn’t help lol.

I definitely tried with the POV shifts, writing yn and lix was not super hard, but writing chan was a bit more demanding. Like, I had to be in this mindset of a trained killer, that actually didn’t kill before the games so he didn’t know how terrifying it is. The only people he killed so far are 4 and 1, both of which either tried to kill yn and/or caused her immense pain by brutaly murdering her friend. I think that he was actually sad too when he saw that Felix was dead...

As for the world building, I’m actually surprised there’s any 😅 I don’t think I payed it enough attention while writing, but I’m glad you enjoyed it💕💕 honestly feedback like this helps a lot. I’ve realized that I am incapable of objectively judging my own works, I always see some flaws and I’m like: not enough dialogue! Too fast pacing! Way too slow! Etc etc.

But in all seriousness, I’m really glad you enjoy the series enough to send feedback like this💓 this is probably the most amazing ask I’ve ever received and I’m honored that you enjoy the series💓

Please stay safe and anticipate the next chapters🤪💓🥺😚💓💓

Ps: if you ever decide to do fan art, I think I’d bust a lung but no pressure💓💓 if you ever do it, it would be really cool if you tagged me, I’d love to see it🥺🥺💓

#mail 💌#anons ☁️#maze of memories #honestly #tysm!!#I was in a really bad place mentally before reading this #and it made me really happy #also #as I said #this is probably the loveliest ask I ever received #thank you💕#and yes #victory song mama ver chan is living in my mind rent free #lots of love nonnie💕💕😚🥺#🗒: maze of memories #🐏 anon

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drkcnry67 · 4 years

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oops sorry wrong boy toy

title: oops sorry wrong boy toy... (drabble)

pairing: lucifer!sam x reader

rating: pg-13

fluff sq: in vino veritas

h&H sq: lucifer!sam

share the love: fever dream

tags: illusions, vivid dreams, dreams that feel and look so real that you believe they are but get awoken by something else in reality that shakes you out of the dream. other than that nothing really else maybe the warning of some potion usage

created for @thisismysecrethappyplace @spnfluffbingo @heavenandhellbingo

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this was reality wasnt it, you were under the impression that nothing had gone wrong, when infact everything was wrong. this seemed so real it was uncanny.

you, your boyfriend Sam and his brother Dean had gone to stop Lucifer from rising, to stop the apocalypse from happening. in fact that is exactly what you all thought had happened.

this day happened to be the 2 month anniversary of you all stopping the apocalypse, the boys were out on a hunt you on the other hand were soaking in a nice hot bath.

till something or someone pushed you down and ran some more scaldng hot water. it was a few hours later when the boys returned to find water all over the floor and you passed out unconcious and salding hot in the water.

Sam was freaking out, Dean was trying to clean everything up. but both of them looked round there was no signs of forced entry, no signs of hex bags or anything. then they saw that you were making something. they knew better than to touch it.

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meanwhile, you were unaware of what was happening on the outside, you were focused on what you were witnessing on the inside.

Sam: babe, why dont we go find something fun to do... i mean you know like a normal couple...

YN: sam when have we ever been normal... we hunt monsters for christ sake. besides i think we can have lots of fun right here. besides i feel like we just had date night...

Sam: are you having de ja vu. cause if you are then whats the issue...

You had to second guess yourself, something seemed a little off, Sam didnt seem like himself. he kept speaking about normal, normal wasnt what either of you were accustomed too.

also sam never ever called you babe, like never... he always called you angel... he never ever called you babe. something was seriously wrong thats when you watched the scenery shift around you and Sam, things got really really hot.

you started sweating feeling like you were gonna pass out which you did waking up still sweting a few moments later except now hanging above a pit of boiling hot lava.

Sam or what looked like sam standing above you..

YN: sam what are you doing?

lucifer!sam: nope wrong boy guess again?

you took no time to think on this everything suddenly made sense.

YN: lucifer...

lucifer!sam: in the flesh, i cannot tell you how amazing it is to be out of that cage. there is a certain sense of accomplishment i feel right now, i had hoped you wouldnt figure it out for a while longer but something inside me wanted to have a bit of fun. so hows this for fun.

YN: this is a dream.. this has to be a dream...

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on the outside, Dean, sam and Cas were all hovering over your still scalding hot to the touch body. Sam was "frantic".

But Dean started to notice Sam mumbling to himself. He pulled Cas outside with him to "help get something out of the impala".

Cas: what's wrong Dean we should be finding out what happened to YN.

Dean: that's not sammy

Cas: what are you talking about?

Dean: that's not my brother in there he keeps mumbling to himself the Sam I know wouldn't doesn't do that.

Cas: I have an idea to wake YN. I need to be alone in the room when I do this cause it's not gonna be pretty. Something is causing her body to go into fever shock. That's why she is too hot to touch. The fever needs to break which means I need to go in and pull her from whatever is holding her in. you just need to keep “sam” distracted and out of the room while i save YN.

Dean: we will go get some alcohol.

Cas and dean walk back inside the hotel room, “sam” is kneeling beside your still form as Cas and Dean approach, Cas goes to place a hand over your forehead, using his angelic grace to scan your mind.

Cas: i know how to save Yn but i need to be alone for a few moments. like no one else can be in the room. its not gonna be an easy thing to watch nor will you guys be able to withstand watching this, humans can go blind from seeing this process. by the time you guys come back inside YN should be awake.

“sam” got up and looked at your body. none of the 3 boys except maybe castiel knowing what was occuring inside your head.

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speaking of which, you are still suspended over a boiling hot pit of lava, lucifer!sam is ranting about his grand plan to start the apocalypse, to deal with the world itself once the apocalypse is in completion.

Lucifer!sam: are you still listening?

YN: yes unfortunately... but i thought we were in my head i thought we would be able to do what i wanted.

Lucifer!sam: that unfortunately is not true, we are not gonna get into too much detail. now pop quiz beginning with what did you and the 3 idiots use to open the door to the cage?

YN: the rings of the 4 horsemen.

Lucifer!sam: very good. now who else is supposed to be apart of the apocalypse.

YN: michael but he wants dean for his vessal. dean is not keen on that idea at all. now i have a question for you: how did you get my boyfriend to say yes to you using his body?

lucifer!sam: easy i threatened to take away the one thing that he loves the most, you... i threatened you... i was really surprised cause i knew you were pregnant the second i saw you, that is why i threatened you, thats why he said yes.

you suddenly went into a state of shock... you were completely clueless. wait did he just say Pregnant?????? you were not sure you trusted your voice or anything.

YN: what did you say? did you just say im...

Lucifer!sam: pregnant yes... Sam is right here inside my brain in a cage, he is screaming for you to hear him... i might be willing to let him speak to you one last time, but after that im taking him and we are going to bring on the apocalypse and no one can stop us.

YN: what's that light?

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On the outside Dean and "Sam" went out to grab some disposable cups and alcohol. While Cas stayed behind to wake you up.

Whatever Cas was doing seemed to be working. He took one look at your current situation and could only reach in and pull you out as fast as possible.

Once he did that you were back in your own body. You sat straight up and woke up. You hugged Cas.

Cas: are you okay?

YN: I'm fine kind of. Umm where are the guys?

Cas: getting some alcohol.

You had sat up a bit before continuing to speak.

YN: can you tell me if you hear anything irragular in my belly... Like anything at all.

Cas places one hand on your belly, light begins to flow from it, you look at your belly then at Cas then back at your belly

Cas: is it Sam's?

Yn: yes but I don't want to tell him yet. That's not Sam... Not our Sam anyway. i have the perfect thing to use to find the truth but we all 4 need to be here for it.

Cas: they should be back soon, anything i can do to help in the mean time?

you and cas go to where your workstation is set up and you get to work finishing the potion that you were working on. you also get into a silk gown and house coat while cas mixes something for you.

Cas: the boys are just approaching the door. we will see if this works. what was your purpose for making this in the first place?

YN: to find the truth if we ever needed too. but i am sure thats not our sam. i am also sure that if im correct and thats not our sam then what sam had told me to do will need to be done. in the event that something happens to Sam in anyway shape or form, Dean is to become more than just a best friend to me. in that event i am to live my life hunting and killing every disgusting monster out there. but with a baby on the way i dont know if i can do that.

cas was about to reply when the boys walked in. both of them entered the room fully before they saw you. beforre they could speak you ushered for them to sit down...

YN: before you both speak yes im awake yes im fine. but there is something i want my lovely boyfriend to test. i have made something that in the future i am hoping will prove useful in interrogating. will you test it honey bun?

Sam: of course babe!

that set something off in cas and dean... for they both knew that sam never ever ever called you babe. but you brought the small vile to “sam” who drank it. after a few seconds you decided to test if it was working.

YN: im now gonna ask a series of questions but only Sam is allowed to answer.

both dean and cas were in agreement.

YN: lets begin. what is the numericle date of our anniversary?

Sam: 04.19.2006

YN: how did we meet?

Sam: we saved you from a vampire den after that we were hooked with eachother.

YN: you said something to me the day we stopped the apocalypse what did you say?

Sam: you are the most amazing woman i have ever known and i now know for sure that i want to spend the rest of my life with you however long it may be.

you now had to ask one final question and you knew that this one would have to be envoked by the incantation that goes with the potion.

YN: what is your name? in vino veritas!

the second you said that he kinda twitched and thats when he spoke.

Lucifer!sam: lucifer the ruler of hell the son of god that has been locked up in a cage for the last however long cause some of my people in hell decided i wasnt fit to rule the dark dominions.

dean held his hand towards you while keeping a hand held trained on his brother’s form. well at least what looked like his brother but was not his brother.

Dean: but how i thought Sammy wasnt gonna say yes to you, you dick bag. plus how did you get out of the cage... there wasnt anything to release you.

Lucifer!sam: actually you did, when you used those rings it opened an exit from the cage. you were mis informed on what you did and what were actually doing. that was meant to set me free... so when sam and i started arguing he agreed only cause i threatened to do harm to YN and her baby. oh well time to go start the apocalypse.

that was what set the moood in the room, your shock was real and yet something else no one expected was how protective Dean and cas suddenly became of you. this lasted several moments.

lucifer or sam or whoever that was had disappeared. he was laughing when he did. that became your new life.

Dean: i guess we all have a new mission or 2. one of them is to save sammy whatever it takes. the other is to protect YN and my brothers kid.

once you hit 3 months along you were only allowed to go on salt & burns as well as assist the occassional possession and haunting.

~but that is another story for another time~

#heaven and hell bingo #thisismysecrethappyplacesharethelove #spnfluffbingo

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traineecryptid · 5 years

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Smut ahead, ye be warned

so i watched this tv series called midnight, texas few days ago and halfway through i found out that it has been cancelled. also theres a part in the second season where the characters mentioned demon gangbang in an out of context way but that stuck in my jead so uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh let's fucking go.

manfred bernardo/ fuckton of original male characters

think of it as a pre arriving at midnight thing.

(i cant figure out how to go a keep reading cut so if u dont want to see this tap J on your keyboard to skip to the next post. soz)

The email from getforked.com couldn't have arrived at a better time. the trailer is low on gas, theres only 4 packs of ramen left in his makeshift pantry and the last customer he did a reading for stiffed him on the cash, so yeah manfred clicks on the email.

"hey, manny!" the email reads, "we are looking for someone who could handle some hot as hell (hahaha get it) incubus that are looking to get their freak on. I remembered that you had an incredible tolerance to the unusual and a very pretty o-face, and it would be a great pleasure to work with you again. i have attached the script for the video and the forms you will fill out before the shoot. please let me know if you are up for it! im looking forward to seeing you! -Love, Domme Penny"

manfred felt his face grow warm at the mention of Domme Penny. she had put him through a wringer via some incredible bondage setup and made him love every second of it. he couldnt really stand straight the next day and had resigned to be coddled by the Domme with copious amount of food while lounging on her sofabed.

it was one of the best weekend he had.

he squirms in his seat, embarrassed by the needy feeling that is worming around his insides.

manfred types back a reply as quickly as he can with one hand pressing firmly down on his crotch.

replying an email and being in the set in flesh is two very different things. manfred is suddenly reminded that while he might have had fantasized immensely about being on the receiving end of a gangbang, it wasnt the same as being in a room with 5 incubus in various state of undress.

they seem friendly at least.

while his heart is racing, manfred also cant stop looking at how the others are interacting with each other. he spots two of them intwining their tails together while they chat before the shoot starts. they are also very touchy, in a warm, friendly, fuzzy way-catching manfred around the waist for extended hugs or even just lightly massaging the back of his neck.

before long, manfred finds himself blindfolded and kneeling on a cushion with a mid-sized plug up his ass. every breath he takes in sounds loud in his ears, his skin tingling in anticipation.

he jolts when someone cards their hand through his hair. manfred had somehow missing the director's cue while lost in his thoughts

"aww, are you scared?" manfred recognises brett's voice, pitched lower than it was when he was talking about the craft beer he was working on while manfred sat on his lap earlier.

manfred latches onto the cue and arches up until brett grips the handful of hair tighter and shakes him around a bit.

"bit needy, isn't he?" pablo says, when he tilts manfred's chin up. "but thats okay. we like needy boys here."

manfred's mind flashed to the strength of the man's hand when he tried to give manfred a through shoulder massage. his cock jerks, and pablo groans in response, gripping his face harder. manfred feels his face heating up more as his cock jerks again.

someone smacks his cock hard, laughing cruelly when manfred moans. they do it a few more times, obviously enjoying how manfred keeps pushing his hips out further after flinching away from the hits.

"i love it when they can take some heat." unlike the others, skylar doesnt sound any different compared to when he is speaking outside of a scene. manfred does not get to think about that more when skylar grabs his dick with a lubed hand and jerks him off roughly with a vice grip.

manfred shakes, unsure if he is trying to fuck into the hand or to get away from it.

"let me see if that hole is as ready as your cock is." someone says, before manfred feels the plug being pulled out, replaced by two, then three fingers that probed around roughly, pulling on the rim and pushing impossibly deep.

"get on with it, Ben." brett says, stroking his cock over manfred's face, while pablo does the same, occasionally rubbing the tip against any part of manfred's face he can reach to smear precum onto manfred's blushing face.

that seems to give ben enough initiative nudge manfred's legs open wider and fuck his cock into manfred's ass inch by inch languidly . manfred inhales sharply, his nails digging into his forearms where he is holding them behind his back. ben's cock seems to go on forever.

between ben probing his insides slowly and skylar jerking his cock like it owes him money, manfred's mind is fizzling out like a faulty lightbulb. he can't think about anything, every point of contact on his body feels too much and not enough at the same time.

then, skylar stops abruptly, wiping his sticky hands on manfred's thigh.

"please-" manfred breathes, "please, please, please-"

he was so close.

skylar snorts, fixing a rubber cockring around manfred's cock and balls, smacking manfred's cock when he is done.

"you can only come when everyone had came." skylar says, "understood?"

manfred sobs, "please-"

someone sticks their fingers into manfred's mouth, pushing on his tongue and manfred eagerly sucks on them. it's quickly replaced with a cock, manfred tries to suck on that too but its larger than he expected, stretching his lips wide.

"im going to fuck your face now." brett says, gripping manfred's hair in both hands.

manfred keens, trying to hold still with ben's dick going deeper than it should and brett periodically pushing his cock down his throat. he thinks that perhaps their dicks will meet in the middle, it sure feels like it.

#midnight texas #grapefruit #fanfic #hello fandom i brought a terrible gift #feel free to walk away #its self indulgent fanfic

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buckymcbuttfacebarnes · 6 years

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nocturne

summary: bucky and y/n must finally define their relationship by confronting/acknowledging the darker parts of themselves.

word count: 4000 LOL

warnings: you bitches have arrived at angst city! uh they make out hee hee and theres a lot of swearing

a/n: a while ago i began a series called nocturne but i wasnt happy with how it turned out so i basically compiled the entire storyline into one part lemme know what yall think hee ALSO the beginning fluff is reminding me of like a movie or another book i read but i cant put my fucking finger on what it is!!!!!

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“It’s not just that.”

“No?”

Bucky shakes his head, a coy smile curling at his mouth. She stares back at him questioningly, her eyebrow quirked.

“Oh no. It’s also that.”

“What?”

He takes a step forward, he shortens the length between them. He reaches out to touch her brow, still arched slightly. It only relaxes when the tips of his fingers touch her. She smiles.

“What else?”

She spoke timidly, the words lilting softly off her lips. Y/N had never been timid, in the year and a half that he had known her. It makes him grin, wicked and wide.

He did not have to think about his answer.

“Well,” Bucky sighs, shoulders rising and falling dramatically with the rhythm of his breath, “It’s also this here,” he touches her cheek, “and this,” her eyelid, “and this,” a fingertip slides down the bridge of her nose, “and this,” his hand cups her cheek again, his thumb slides gently across the swell of her lower lip.

Her heart beats wildly in her chest, so fast that she fears her ribcage might crack with the force of each pulse. She cannot help the way she leans into his touch, or the way she looks up at him—the way she might have looked at Dorian, had she loved him enough.

When their lips finally meet they are each filled with the beginnings of sweet satiation. Perhaps with this act they may finally be absolved of this unnerving desire that had been badgering them from the moment they met.

It was a Friday evening in the summertime, it was warm out. Y/N was seated on the back porch with the rest of the guests. The air was thick with the humidity, but she didn’t mind. It seemed that none of them did either, all too excited to be liberated from another week of mundane days filled with mind-numbing work. Weekend liberation, along with the alcohol that they guzzled, relaxed all of them.

After suffering through a solid half hour of stilted conversation (though it felt like an eternity) with these unfamiliar companions, she excused herself into the kitchen, claiming to want another beer.

“Grab me one too, baby?” Dorian, her fiance and the only person she knew at the dinner party, requested with a small smile. It was the first time he’d acknowledged her presence in the past hour.

The cool air of the house was a nice reprieve from the wet heat of the outdoors. In the kitchen she popped the lid to a beer bottle and stood sipping it, leant against the countertop as she began contemplate an escape plan. Can’t go home, she sighed with defeat. Dorian was her ride home.

She was on her way back out with an unopened beer in tow, but the tinkling of piano keys made her stray from her path, leading her down the hall, towards the noise.

Y/N didn’t realize it at first, but the man perched at the piano bench he was another one of the ‘friends’ of Dorian’s that she had yet to gel with. During dinner he had been quiet, so quiet that she didn’t even catch his name.

The notes were soft and melodious, but every few beats or so there came the jarring sound of a misplaced note. Still, she was entranced by the music—conversation with her future-husband’s co-workers paled in comparison. He seemed uncomfortable with the keys. Stiff fingers jumped from one note to the next, up and down the length of the piano. There was the falter of a note, something misplaced, yet he continued on.

She held her breath as she watched, nerous for him. If she exhaled too loudly she might have disrupted his playing,

It didn’t matter anyway. Another slip of a finger. It was the gentle push of a wrong key brought a harshly abrupt ending to the song. He hung his head in tired frustration. He stayed like that for a long moment before bringing angry hands down onto the keys, creating a harsh discordant slew of notes that made her wince.

“Was that your own?”

After a long pause the pianist lifted his head, revealing bright eyes and sharp cheekbones. Left unsurprised by her presence, he regarded her with a rather blank expression.

“That song, I mean.”

“No. It’s not.” His azure eyes were watching her intently, she resisted the sudden urge to fidget beneath his lingering stare. “It’s originally Chopin, but, as you heard,” he turned his bitter gaze to the keys beneath his hovering fingertips (five metal, five flesh, she noticed), “I like to put my own spin on things sometimes.”

“I thought it was beautiful.”

He laughed, a hostile grating noise that seemed to mimic the frustrated cacophony of random notes that he had made moments before. It brought goosebumps to the surface of her skin. G

“Why aren’t you out there?” He asked, interrupting the uneasy silence in which she had attempted an exit.

“I came inside to grab a drink...but then I heard you playing.”

He sighed, his eyes finding hers again and he nodded his head slowly. “I was going to leave earlier, but then I saw this piano.” He ran a gentle hand along the top, then pulled it away and shrugged his broad shoulders. “A beautiful piano like this deserves to be played.” He blew air into his cheeks. “Rumlow’s a jackass. I know he definitely can’t play, he’s the type to buy a piano because it makes him feel cultured...or something.” His upper lip curled in distaste.

Y/N smiled, amused. “I don’t have the pleasure of knowing him too well.”

“Huh, lucky you.”

“You don’t like him.”

“Oh, you can tell?” he remarked airily. He didn’t smile, just looked along with those brilliant eyes, unsettlingly clear. They shined bright with something that she couldn’t quite comprehend. Anger? At himself, at Rumlow? Annoyance, with her perhaps for listening in on his flawed playing?

She remembered the unopened beer in her hand, “I should probably go and—”

“You play piano?” He interrupted.

She shook her head and smiled, “I wish. It’s so beautiful.” She sent hr gaze down to the keys, where his hands still rested.

He shifted, folding his arms over his chest, tucking his hands away beneath his armpits. “Why don’t you?”

“Never had the time to learn, I guess.”

The man gave a glassy smile, brows lifting in a way that appeared slightly condescending.

“What?”

He ignored her, “So if you don’t know Rumlow, why are you here?”

Her nose wrinkled slightly, and she shifted—a feeble defense to disguise her discomfort as annoyance. She fumbled for the words to say next. “You were at dinner weren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“We discussed this at dinner.”

“Guess I wasn’t listening.” There was the hint of a cold smile still curled on his lips. He beckoned to her with his flesh hand. “You gonna drink that?”

“My boyfriend—my fiance,” she corrected herself as she handed over the beer, “ wanted me to meet his work friends.”

He tucked his metal hand away into his pocket.

“Which one’s he?”

“Dorian.”

There was a look of recognition that passed over his features like a shadow.

“You know him.”

“Unfortunately,” he spoke languidly, “So why aren’t you out there again, Y/N?”

The sound of her name rolling off his tongue surprised her. “I thought you said you weren’t listening.”

He shrugged, face expectant.

“I told you I came in to grab a drink, then I heard you playing.”

“But you’re still here.”

They were each indulging themselves in this vaguely uncomfortable back and forth, neither of them really knew where it was going. Y/N wondered why she was still lingering, Bucky wondered why he insisted on keeping her near. Why was he so intent on making her feel uncomfortable? Why did she keep looking at him like that? With the tilt of her head and the challenging look in her eye? It was different. Typically he got pity, this girl was giving him something different.

“I’m still here because you keep asking me questions.”

The pianist took a swig of his drink, nodding. Then he asked in that disinterested manner of his, “You gonna go back out there?”

“Are you?”

He shut the fallboard of the piano with his free hand, before hiding it away again. “No.”

“I’m gonna head out, Y/N.”

She liked the way he said her name then, with so much emphasis. He was trying to prove a point: See? I had been listening. “Tell everyone I said goodnight.”

Just like that, he had disappeared from her line of sight. He had left her to simmer in her confusion, her inexplicable attraction. It took a few long silent moments until she decided to chase after him. She caught him at the front door, he was halfway out. When he turned there was a smile on his face, as if he had been expecting her somehow.

“I didn’t catch your name,” she blurted.

“It’s James.”

His lips are sweet and taste like plums. They are sin, they are laced with poison. Hers are sweet like candy, they are heaven.

They should not be doing this.

His fingers are spread wide because he wants to feel every inch of her, every piece of her. He touches her first over her clothes, the thin fabric of her t-shirt is enough to keep his hot hands from setting her skin alight. He presses her against the piano, his instrument, and presses himself against her. He needs to feel her. He has to. She touches him too.

Her arms stay clasped securely around his neck, yet somehow it feels to him as if she is on him everywhere. She is more than just this. More than just a body. She is her body, her voice, her breaths. She is the air that he is inhaling and what he feels beneath his palms. She is the heat rising in his chest and the faint red blush that crawls up his neck as he kisses her with such conviction: Yes, this is meant to be.

But it’s not just this and this and this, he thinks to himself. It is also that I adore you.

A hand slips up her shirt. When his hands touch her they burn her skin.She knew it was wrong. She shoves him away with such a force that he stumbles back, shocked.

Y/N appears just as shocked as him, perhaps even a little more so. Her hand flies up to her lips, touching them in disbelief, her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her eyes flick up to meet his gaze.

“Fuck you,” she blurts.

“What?” But Bucky knows exactly what she means. He smiles.

“Are you fucking happy now?” She turns around, sends her gaze up the ceiling, then back to the floor, cursing herself all the while.

“Y/N, truly, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, fuck off. I came over here thinking you just wanted to talk and we would—I’m such an idiot.” She squeezes her eyes shut, maybe if she squeezed them tight enough and wished hard enough, she would open her eyes and be somewhere else. She would be at home with her fiance of two years...where she was supposed to be.

“C’mon, Y/N!” He laughs when she pushes past him to get to the doorway. He doesn’t move out of her way. “What’s the big deal, doll? It was just a kiss.”

“You know what the big deal is, you fuck.”

He revels in the way she spits her words at him, each syllable laced with a fatal sort of venom. This was the Y/N he knew and damn near loved.

“No, I don’t think I do.”

“Get out of my damn way, Bucky, or I swear to God—”

“Swear to God what?” he challenges, his countenance mirrors one of an insolent child.

He blocks the doorway with his broad frame, each arm rests comfortably against each edge of the entryway. His grin only falls just slightly when he sees the gleam of tears in her eyes. Still she is the most wondrous thing he’s ever seen.

“I’m married.” “You’re engaged.” Then after a moment, “And you have been for two years, might I add.”

That’s when she does that thing with her mouth, when she screws it up just slightly and her nostrils flare. She shoves him hard with both hands. He knows that it only makes her angrier when he laughs.

“I mean, come on, Y/N. The guy’s a real dick anyway!”

When he sat back in his chair, his pink lips quirked upwards into a smile, “Calling me a pianist is a little bit of a reach. I was never a real pianist.”

She leaned forward, urging him to continue. They were completely enraptured by one another, and had somehow managed to alienate themselves from the rest of the group even though they were all seated at the same large table.

He opened his mouth, as if he were ready to dispel more information, but he stopped himself, mouth snapping shut. She did not miss the way his eyes flickered down the table, towards Dorian.

“I’ll tell you about it later. d—,” he cut himself off quickly, not meaning to call you by the seemingly meaningless pet name he had given you: doll. When he saw her frown he added a quiet, “I promise.”

They shared a lingering look, Y/N looking like the cat who got the cream, Bucky, revelling in her joy.

Dorian noticed.

He cleared his throat loudly, calling their attention.

“Can you pass me the salt, babe?” Dorian intervenes with a polite smile. She passes it to him, though it was easily within his reach. “So, Bucky—can I call you that? That’s what Y/N calls you,” he says, glancing at her with some sort of deliberate insinuation. “She says you play piano too...You any good?”

Bucky’s blue eyes harden into azure stones, yet he appears completely relaxed, seemingly unbothered by the sudden turn of everyone’s attention onto him. He holds Dorian’s stare easily as he shrugs one shoulder.

“I heard you get frustrated pretty easily, slammin’ on keys and whatnot? Be careful, man. Wouldn’t wanna fuck up that other hand.”

“Dorian,” Y/N quickly interrupts, sending him a warning glance.

But he plows on. “Must be pretty hard, I guess…” his eyes flicker to Bucky’s gloved fist, “With the metal hand and all. Why keep it wrapped up? I mean we all know about it, right guys?” He looks around the table before his gaze returns.

An uncomfortable hush seemed to fall over the table.

“Thanks for dinner, Rumlow,” he nods his head towards the host, who sits at the opposite end of the table. When Bucky stands, he claps his friend Steve on the shoulder and the blonde man smiles wearily. He looks as if he’s about to ask his friend something, but Bucky doesn’t let him. Instead he turns his gaze to her finally. She wilts beneath his gaze, but she holds it all the same. And for those four and a half seconds that they stare at one another, and the rest of the guests gaze on in shock, she becomes so aware of everything. The cleft in Bucky’s chin, the heavy feeling of her heart in her chest, the sound of the others shifting in their seats, Dorian’s hand upon her knee...how long had that been there?

Finally, he smiles with a genuine warmth, but it does nothing to ease her embarrassment or her anger.

“Have a nice night, Y/N.”

“You don’t love him, you aren’t happy with him.”

She did not let on that these words meant something to her.

Bitterly, “Oh, and I would be with you? You don’t get to talk to me about ‘happiness’, you don’t know a damn thing about it.” Her eyes narrow, “You know, Bucky, you couldn’t love me even if you tried. And if you did, I wouldn’t want you to, you know why?”

He doesn’t want to know why.

“Because you would make me miserable, you would drag me right down with you into whatever the fuck this—” her voice grows louder as her eyes flit around the dimly lit room and her hands flail in the empty space around her “—is! This darkness. Your fucking sadness, I hate it. I hate it. You wallow, all the time, for fuck’s sake. And I know you will never find it in your miserable ass heart to get the off your ass and get the fuck over it! And that’s why. That’s why you could never love me and that’s why I wouldn’t ever want you to.”

The words string together into a serpent that coils around his heart, suffocating the throbbing organ with cold hatred. “You’re wrong.”

But she ignores those two words, but they would linger with her for the rest of her days.

“And I can’t fix you,” she keeps going, the words spilling out of her as if he’d broken a dam somewhere behind her lips. “I wish I could, God, I wish I could. I want to. I’ve tried to be there for you in every way I know how.”

In every way except the way I want you to be, he screams silently.

“You can’t be there for me while you’re with him.”

“James, he has nothing to do with this. This has everything to do with you. You don’t want to change. I know you don’t because I have tried to get you to! You just fall into the same shit over and over again. You drink, you’re sad, you’re sad, you drink.” His blue eyes harden. They stare at each other for a long moment.

Finally, “It’s not your job to fix me, Y/N, no one told you you had to do this!”

Dorian had told her the same thing.

“Why do you keep lending yourself to him like this, Y/N?”

“What do you mean?”

Dorian rolls his eyes and scoffs, “You know exactly what I mean.”

“He needs someone.”

“That someone doesn’t have to be you, you know?” He is angry, but he’s trying not to be. “You spend more time with him than you do with me! He isn’t your problem to deal with.”

“He needs me.”

“And I don’t?”

You’re never around, she had thought to herself.

“He needs me more.”

“Jesus Christ, it’s like the fucking blind leading the blind! You’re so exhausting, you know that? You’re constant need to make me feel ‘better’. Well, everything you do just makes me feel worse. I don’t want pity, alright?”

“I don’t pity you!”

“I see the way you fucking look at me. You’re just like everyone else.” He doesn’t realize when he says it how badly it wounds her. “But you don’t have to be, don’t you get it? You don’t have to be what Dorian wants you to be, you know? You don’t have to be the bored housewife or the complacent fiance or whatever the fuck he wants from you. You don’t have to be like that!” His voice pleads for her to hear him, she does. “You don’t have to fake it when you’re with me, what you feel. You’re happy with me. And if not with me, when you’re away from Dorian. Don’t fucking try to fix me when you’ve got your own fucked up shit to fix. Christ, Y/N...you can’t do this anymore. If you keep going around doing everything for everyone, trying to make them happy, then what? Who’s going to be there to do the same for you?”

The silence is palpable. She hates him for a moment. With his ruddy cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. His bright eyes and the dark eyelashes that surrounded them. She hated the way he stood before her as if they had belonged to one another, as if this had been more than a friendship. She hated how he was so careless with his words, she hated that he could read her every expression. Even the most minute flicker of something across her face...he caught it. She hated him completely. They both know it. But the feeling is fleeting, for seconds later she wishes that she had let him touch her just so that they might not have argued this way tonight.

I would do the same for you, he wants to say.

And she would say, I’m sure you would, if you could. At least that’s what Bucky thinks she would say.

Her voice is quiet when she starts, “You do things like that for people you love. But you couldn’t even begin to understand what that’s like.”

“I did love something.”

“God, I know!” She is exasperated, “I know, James, I know, I know.”

“You don’t know!”

Sympathy floods her eyes. He hates that she looks at him that way.

But she nods. “I know, baby,” she says this to him without thinking, her voice so soft that he is afraid she might really cry.

He wishes he hadn’t see the way her eyes flickered to his metal arm.

Her voice is in his ears again, “I know, baby, I know.”

She kisses him. He doesn’t realize he is crying until he tastes his own salty tears on his mouth.

Truth is, she didn’t know and she couldn’t know. She couldn’t know how it felt to have lost one’s entire purpose in life. To have lived years believing that he had lost his greatest passion love in life, only to have found the real thing again. Even more real and potent than before. This is the woman he has bared himself to completely. She has peeled back every layer, searching and searching until she had found herself in the heart of him. Here in this room, this darkened room with its covered windows and the piano that sits in a lonely corner. The room that holds hours of his tears and his melancholy, his cries of frustration and whoops and hollers of joy. The room where they spend the most time together. She sits and listens to him play, even when his fingers, long with muscles and knuckles that shift beneath his skin, move clumsily across the keys. Y/N, who has soothed his frustrations, even before this, before tonight. Before their kiss. Before this futile argument. Before she called him ‘baby’ with such confidence. Before everything, she was there...Y/N who was about to walk right out of his life. She was the love that shined brighter than music, than the piano, than his dream of becoming someone great. He knew now that the only way he could ever be great would be by loving her, letting her love him.

There was a finality in that kiss. In the way she leaned up and kissed him again and again after. She touched his cheeks with her gentle hands, wiping away that hot tears that stained his cheeks. She pulls his face towards hers and lets her eyes flutter shut as their foreheads touch. Bucky doesn’t know what to do. Should he touch her? Should he kiss her again? Should he make her stay? Would she stay if he begged her to?

“I have to go now,” she whispers.

“Stay.”

“I can’t.”

“I wish you could.”

He kisses her one more time and she lets him. She lets his hands grab her and pull her flush against him. He absorbs her warmth, and tries, quickly, to remember the way her mouth tastes and the way her skin feels beneath his eager, wanting hands.

“Come back,” he says at the door, just before she turns to walk down the hall.

And she smiles, and it is so bright and warm that it makes his stomach sink. They hold each other’s gaze for another long moment. She wants to kiss him again. He wishes she would lie down with him forever and forget about the rest of the world. They are caught up in one another again for the last time.

She nods her head. A false promise. The embittered artist knew she wouldn’t ever come back.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky angst #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine

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writeouttaluck · 5 years

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A story about Racing, Police ignorance, and Love Ft. This Corny Ass Title.

((Wrote this over two days. little editing, lots of writing.))

The camera in my hand could hardly hold steady and I had a grin ear to ear on my face like a village idiot. From the passenger seat, I could see the excitement on Jessie’s face as she brought the car to a slow. It was 1:00 AM and she had somehow gone undefeated, back to back, in a series of drag races on the street. Five races, five wins, and a whole lot of promised money would probably make anybody grin ear to ear.

I turned the camera to her and without missing a beat, she turned and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Tell me, Jessie, How does it feel to win three grand without lifting a finger for work?” I asked in my best fake news anchor voice.

“Feels fucking good!” She shouted, slapping the steering wheel in joy.

I was caught on a laugh and it almost felt like that teeth chattering cold feeling running up my spine. Pure electricity. We were both having the time of our lives and I felt closer than ever to her.

“Woah, what the hell?” She murmured under her breath.

I must have held the camera on her longer than i thought because when i turned to look out the windshield, the crowd was dispersing fast. All the people that were once watching were now either running to cars, their friends with cars, or just plain running. They scattered like ants before us. I zoomed my camera in and followed two people as they ran and hopped a fence into someones backyard.

Thats when we both noticed the bright red and blue flashing lights up ahead. Fuck.

A portly man jogged through the crowd and towards our car, reaching to his hip. He stopped in our headlights and yelled something. To our suprise, he drew his gun and aimed at us through the windshield.

“STOP RIGHT THERE. STOP RIGHT THERE” He shouted at us.

I looked to Jessie who seemed to be weighing her options. She stared at the cop infront of us and chewed her lip, a nervous tic i've noticed over the years. Illuminated by the flashing lights, she grew a small smile.

“Put on your seatbelt” she said quietly.

“Its already on” I replied.

“Good”

She shifted the car into reverse and stuck her hand out of the window, raising her middle finger.

“FUCK YOU, PIG!”

I didnt even have time to laugh at her tenacity before I was thrown forward in my seat. She had hit the gas so hard that we spun the tires going backwards. She turned around in her seat to look out the back window and I raised the camera out the windsheild. The cop knew that pointing his gun was useless since he had no real reason to use it. He wasnt about to kill us over a drag race.

He started talking into his radio and I laughed. I laughed hard. One hand on the steering wheel and one on the top of my seat, Jessie watched the road behind her as she drove backwards at high speeds. I watched her through my camcorder. Her eyes said determination but her lips said fun. I looked at her skinny form admirably. Her dyed hair fluttered in the wind and her silver lip piercing caught the dashboard light just right. Watching her in her element like this was stunning. She did it all with such a natural grace. Her motions sharp and accurate like a blade under flesh.

She dropped back into the drivers seat and wrapped her hand around the e-brake. With one hand grabbing the ‘oh shit’ handle above me and another on my camera, I braced myself.

She yanked the handle back and spun the steering wheel, throwing our momentum to the left. As the car spun, She grabbed the shifter and threw it into first. She dropped her foot into the gas pedal and the car caught traction. I sank back into my seat as we took off again. The engine roared in a fury, drowning out all noise around us. A light flashed on the dash and she hit the clutch, shifting again. The car lurched and went faster.

She was grinning wide as the blue lights became distant behind us. She shifted again and gained more speed. The houses, trees, sidewalks, all became a blur as we blasted through the neighborhood.

All of a sudden a police car with the blues on pulled out infront of us and stopped, blocking the intersection ahead. Jessie laid the gas into the floor and shifted again. I looked over at her like she was crazy. She smiled and concentrated on the car ahead. We must have been going at least 80 at this point.

The car was getting closer when all of a sudden i felt our momentum swing again. Jessie had pulled the e-brake again and hit the gas, sending us swinging around to face where we came. I could smell the burning rubber around us. The smell got worse as Jessie put the car in first again and slammed the gas, taking off in the opposite direction of the cop car.

I looked behind us to watch as the cop car turned to follow. Of course, considering how Jessie was driving, I wasnt sure If it would be able to keep up. The car lurched as Jessie shifted. The mustang revved hard and kept pace, sending us down the street.

Two more cop cars showed up in the distance. I could see their blues before i could see their headlights. They were headed straight for us, side by side. No way around them.

I watched Jessie analyze it all. She was quick like this. She knew the curb was too high to climb without popping any tires. She also knew that these dumb ass cops werent backing down.

One cop car behind us, two infront of us.

She took her chances with the one behind us.

She slammed on the brakes, coming to a skidding stop in the middle of the street. The cop behind us, who had been picking up too much speed, had no choice but to either crash into us or swerve around us.

The cop car swung itself around our vehical and came a stop in the center of the intersection. This also blocked off the two cop cars ahead. Jessie threw the car in reverse once more and hit the gas, sending us backwards. She looked behind her for an opening and as soon as she found herself in a spot with no cars parked on the side of the road, she swung the mustang around again and put it in first, launching off for the final time tonight.

We peeled out and we were gone.

…

The street lights strobed through the windshield as the mustang flew down the street. Tunes poured from the radio and filled the car with good vibes. Every so often the car would lurch as Jessie shifted, but otherwise it was smooth sailing. Cops were long gone, probably trying to pull the fingers out of their ass so they could keep harassing people like us.

“Fuck the po” Jessie stated, turning down the radio a bit.

“They really are fucking worthless around here” I replied in earnest.

“You think theyre still stuck in that intersection trying to figure out how to get around one another?”

I laughed a bit at that.

“Probably” I said.

It was quiet for a bit with no other sounds save for the engine and the semi quiet radio. I stole glances at her from the passenger seat and I could tell she was thinking kinda hard about something. It made me wonder what the next step in the night would be.

“Tonight has been fun” she started, “but it kinda sucks that im gonna have to have my car painted again”

“Why is that again?” I asked

“Well, I cant exactly drive around freely in this thing when the police are on the look out for a red Ford Mustang. Kinda beats the point of running from the police”

“I get that...Still, you made a good chunk of change tonight. I imagine it wont run you too much to paint it, will it?”

“Nah” She replied, “but I dont know… I liked the red. I thought it looked nice…”

“Well I think you look better when youre not behind bars…” I said softly, almost wishing she didnt hear me at all.

“Yeah, its not exactly something I wanna see in the mirror every morning”

We sat in silence for another moment before i could scrape up the words to keep the conversation going.

“What color?” I asked.

“Hmm?”

“What color are you gonna paint it this time?”

The corner of her mouth twisted in contemplation.

“Well it was black, then that color got too hot...I liked red but this just isnt gonna do anymore…”

“How about pink?”

“Ew, no” she grimaced, “Talk about a big red flag saying ‘Im a female and i think its important above all that everyone should know that””

“I think thats a bit of a stereotype”

“Yeah? Well stereotypes exist for a reason.”

“Ok, ok, what about something fancy?”

“Like…?”

“Well, ive seen a few cars do a sort of sunburst color. Im not sure how expensive it would be to get that, but i think it could look nice. Besides, you could still use the red on your car for either the top or bottom depending how you do it.”

“Hmm...ya know, thats not a bad idea….”

“I also think it would be cool if you made the center black. Like a zero sun or something”

“Im gonna have to have someone sketch something but… I think i dig the idea of it…”

Jessie pulled the car to a slow and turned into her driveway. Hitting the button she had strapped to the visor, the garage door slowly rose open. She drove the car inside and hit the button again, closing it behind her.

With that, she turned the car off and opened the door, getting out. I followed suit.

As I stood from the car, the first thing Jessie did was pop the hood and walk over to the mini fridge in her garage. She leaned over and opened the door, grabbing two beers from the rack before shutting it. She brought one over and put it in my hands before cracking her own and taking a sip.

She sighed deep and walked over to her tool box, grabbing her socket wrench and bits, before standing over the engine bay.

“Timing is always a bit off with this thing…” she muttered as she went under the hood.

I cracked the top of my own beer before sitting down in the office chair she had lying around. I took a hearty drink from the bottle as I was quite parched. Moving fast and dodging cops really worked up a thirst, even though i was only filming it.

I watched Jessie tinker with the motor again. I don't think she will ever be satisfied with it even though it does the job just fine. Thats one part of her that really gets me. She loves her car a lot, Almost too much. She loves it to the point where I sometimes wonder if she really can really love another person beyond a one night stand. I can almost understand such a fondness for something inanimate, I mean, I love my camera to death and I use it almost as much as Jessie drives her car, but it almost makes me feel... Jealous. And even thinking that makes me cringe a bit. The idea that I would be jealous over the way someone treats an inaminate object over me is just silly. But god damn it if sometimes i dont get frustrated.

Ive had a crush on Jessie for nearly 2 years. She means the world to me and im not sure if she even knows that. I spend most of my free time with her. Ive loaned her cash many times either to put into her car or on tools. I mean she always pays me back and thats fine, but i just wish that I could say the thing that I wanna say without coming off as some weirdo. I dont even think she sees me in that way and it hurts.

It hurts really fucking bad.

I take another long drink from the bottle until its empty. I place the empty bottle on her work bench and grab another from the fridge, quickly popping the cap off.

Its not even her fault. Its not her fault at all. Its my fault for always being such a chickenshit anytime the moment arises. She even teases me about getting a girlfriend so she can steal her. (She is bi, but i dont think she would actually do that to me. Jessie is a good friend and if anything, she would probably act as my wingman. Shes cool like that.) It really blows that she pretty much sees me as a brother...or a lamp.

I dont wanna be a fucking lamp.

I watch as she cranks away at some form of machinery under the hood. Youd think after all this time spent around her, talking about cars and racing, that i would learn a few things. And i cant tell you that youd be wrong. I. Am. A. Dumbass. When it comes to cars.

Ask me about film or editing or what-have-you and i can pull answers out of my ass all day long. But anything beyond a standard oil change? No idea.

I watched as she went to take a sip from her own beer only to find it empty.

“Hey nerd boy, wanna grab me another beer?”

And like the whipped dog i am, I got right up and grabbed her another bottle.

I set it down on the car just a tad harder then i intended and winced when she took notice. It did not damage the car or anything, but there was a notable change in mood.

Fuck.

She set a hand on my shoulder before i could go sit back in my pity corner.

“Is something wrong, dude?” The way she looked at me pierced me. I was stuck. And if i didnt say something soon i was gonna look like a weirdo.

I sorta shook my shoulder, the one her hand was on, a bit to see if she would remove it. She didnt.

“Its nothing, really. Im just thinking about something shitty that youtube did, thats all.” I spoke quietly before looking away.

Her hand stayed on my shoulder, firmy clamped. Not enough to feel pain, but enough to know she was squeezing it in consolement.

My lonely ass practically shivered at the touch. Ive been starved of human contact for far too long.

“Yeah, im not buying that. Look at me” she said firmly.

When i didnt move my head from the side, she set the tool in her hand down on the car and grabbed my jawline, moving my head to face her.

She stared at me in something mixed with concern and...i guess something like motherly instinct?

“Why dont you tell me whats really going on? I know you too well to know that something small would bug you this much.”

I decided that I could probably get away with a half lie. Probably.

“I uh… Ive been having trouble with this girl…” I started sounding more unsure than id hoped. Motherfucker…

Her eyes lit up for a second. Shock? Suprise? Yeah I wouldnt believe me either.

“You actually found a girlfriend?” She asked quickly, somewhere between suprise and excitement.

“Well, I uh...No… Its more like I have a...crush…on this girl.” I spoke slowly trying to keep my tone even.

She then let go of me and speed walked over to grab both of the wheelie chairs and set them so they faced each other. All in one motion, she made sure we both had bottles in our hands and we were sitting down facing each other.

“So…” She started, “Tell me about this girl…”

I sat and thought about the most vauge things I could bring up so that I could wiggle out of this.

“Well, uh, shes got shorter hair. Not quite short, but about shoulder length. She has these beautiful eyes. Amazing, stunning, eyes…. Shes uh, a bit on the shorter side but i think thats adorable, really…”

“She sounds cute!” Jessie started, bouncing her legs in place excitedly. “Whats she like?”

“What do you mean?”

I knew what she mean.

“Ya know… like her personality or whatever…”

“Oh, yeah” i said rubbing the back of my neck nervously, “She uh...Shes real tom boyish, likes to play rough and have fun on the wild side of things...She also isnt afraid of anyone or anything and could probably take down people twice her size anyday of the week...She also has a really cool music taste...Shes one in a million, really”

I saw something flash real quick in her eyes before switching back. Oh fuck. She knows…

“Well she sounds like someone special” She said taking a sip of beer, “Have you thought of how youre gonna tell her?”

My heart started pounding. It was pounding harder than it was when the police were on our ass less than an hour ago.

“See now, thats the frustrating part. Im always trying to figure out how im gonna tell her...but im afraid she will be put off by me…”

“And whys that?” Jessie asked me.

“Because...uh...because…” I stammered trying to think of something to say.

Her eyes shined brightly and bored into my own. She concentrated on me like I was the only thing visible to man. I could feel my palms start to sweat.

“Because….me and her...got really close over the past two years...and i dont think she shares the same feelings...thats why its frustrating.”

Jessie leaned back in her office chair and drank down the rest of her beer before continuing.

“I see…” she started, “And would this girl happen to own a red ford mustang that she enjoys racing with and using to run from the police when the occasion arises?”

I looked down at my feet and nodded my head yes.

I heard the glass of her bottle clinking against the concrete floor before she rolled her chair closer to mine. I felt her hand around my jaw line again. This time it was more of a caress than a grab. She slowly lifted my chin up to meet her and my first expectation was to get laughed at for my burning red cheeks.

Once we were both staring at each other, I saw her move in closer to my face.

Her eyes drifted shut and before i knew it, her lips were against mine. It was a light kiss with hardly any movement. Timid and testing, like a deer investigating something new in the wild. I felt her head tilt more to the side and i did the same in the opposite direction.

I….I didnt really know how to feel. I was overwhelmed, trying too hard to read the situation at hand. My brain was going so fast i felt like my head was gonna explode.

And before i realized how amazing this moment truly was, she broke away from the kiss.

To my suprise, her breath was actually a bit laboured. And she stared at me with a big smile on her face.

“Ive been waiting....two long years for that, nerd boy.” she whispered so softly.

This time, I grabbed her chair and pulled her too me as I met her with my lips again. Our faces came together and this time it was all a lot messier. She moved her lips against mine, roughly, hungrilly even. I tried to mirror what she did but to be honest, my experience with kissing was minimal. Then I felt something poke between my lips and at my teeth.

I opened my mouth a bit more to accept her tongue. I could feel her reach behind my head and grab on, shoving us closer together. I ran my hands up her back, watching not to cross any boundies.

It was like a dance, really. She lead and i followed. And what a dance it was.

We broke apart for air and stared at each other. My hands had rested at her hips and she had a hand on each shoulder. We were both just about hanging off the edge of our chairs.

Out of breath she spoke quietly.

“Backseat?”

I nodded frantically, like my life depended on it.

“Backseat”

#romance #Drag racing #racing #street racing #love #kissing #make out #Cars #mustang #police #fuckthepolice #fuck12 #writing #story #fiction #crushes

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tumblunni · 5 years

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I cant believe ive progressed from "im gonna buy this slightly updated rerelease of a game i already own because science grandpa" to "im gonna reenter the kingdom hearts fandom and catch up on all the games i missed because science grandpa" to "im gonna get into an entirely new fandom literally just for science grandpa i mean dad"

Its probably best i start with the first game in the series tho, rite? Theyre all in continuity with the same protag and stuff unlike pokemon, apparantly. But still i worry that it wont be able to hold my interest in the first game cos apparantly THE FABLED SADDAD is only a late game boss with barely one single scene compared to his more fleshed out appearances in the sequels. I can only hope that everything else lives up to the power of he cuteness and every other yokai is equally monstery huggables! And im totally unspoiled for LITERALLY EVERYTHING IN THE GAME EXCEPT FOR MADDIMAN so lol for all i know it could be exactly my ultra fave and i just never knew it! I can at least give credit to the wiki makers for having it be easier to learn about one sad dad's plot without spoiling the rest of the game for yourself, thats better than pokemon and kh!

Oh but the one thing i do know is that everyone in the fandom is universally sad that they removed the female character option in the third game. Apparantly its cos now you have a second scenario with a new female character but it sucks that this means they canonized the male character as the "real" one for the first two games. Really sucks cos he's also the canon protagonist in the anime too and already gets 100% of the screentime in all promotional materials so i didnt even friggin know there was a girl option until years after i first heard of the game! JUSTICE FOR KATIE YO!!! Her design is infinately better than the ultra generic one for the dude. Like if their excuse for removibg her is "but theres a different female character who's nate's new friend and they both exist simultaneously" like why not have it so that if you play as katie you get a male version of that same character? Or if the excuse is to save cartridge space then literally just replace the new girl with "katie moves to america and has this separate adventure". Or even mix both and have it so that you can pick which protagonist is the one that moves and which stays? And have a prologue segmebt where the one who wasnt already the hero comes along and somehow something gets a yokai watch too and then new scenario, the end. Cos what ive heard is that both nate and katie are characters anyway, even if you dont pick them? The leftover one becomes your non yokai powered friend/love interest. Or is that just in the anime? But like if thats how katie is left canonically in the final game in the trilogy REGARDLESS OF YOUR GODDAMN CHOICES then yo it could be cool if the love interest got powers and joined you on a super double adventure! Thatd actually get me invested in your love plot! You could have loads of sweetness of them being long distance pals and maybe getting closer to confessing now theyre spending time apart. Cos a friend moving away is always super stressful and keeping in touch makes you worried theyre gonna forget you and all. Maybe have Katie finding her own yokai watch and entourage of spooky monsters while she's off in her new home and then nate is half AAAAA THIS IS SO COOL I CAN FINALLY TELL YOU MY SECRET and half OH GOD SHES GOT NEW BETTER FRIENDS SHES GONNA FORGET ABOUT ME. And katie maybe is worried that nate doesnt trust her as much as she thought he did, if he kept the yokai secret from her. And they could have awkwardness due to miscommunication and anxiety and RELATE THAT TO MADDIMAN'S FAMILY TROUBLES AND HAVE HIM BE A BIG ROLE IN THE PLOT RESOLVING IT BECAUSE MADDIMAN IS THE GODDAMN BEST! Also honestly the new girl character they replaced katie with DOES seem cool, im just mad that she replaced katie. So maybe keep her as an npc and she could be a cool new friend katie makes in america? Or yknow if they felt like ditching the "katie only exists for love interest uwu shes not the canon protagonist and never will be" crap then HEY MAYBE NEW GIRL COULD BE KATIE'S LOVE INTEREST?

ALSO maybe add a button to hug my yokai and have them follow behind you and also make custom rooms for them and decorate them and also give them snacks. Note: bunni has not played this game and does not know if any of these things have already happened and if they have then FUCK YEAH IM EVEN MORE EXCITED YO!!!!

Oh also i was checking up the version exclusives for the second game cos huh thats weird that only YW2 has two versions and both thw first and third game dont. I think i might go with bony spirits cos i had a good giggle at "herbiboy and carniboy" and i wanna throw my money at whoever made that pun. Like i kinda like how nonsensical it is in english where the pun doesnt exist? Its equally great either way! Why on earth does eating fried chicken make you a casanova! Well in japan its a pun but a dude holding a fried chicken bouquet is even funnier with absolutely no context. I honestly think his herbiboy form looks cuter tho and im sad that cos of his outfit people in the west will probably make jokes about him being an incel even tho his concept is meant to be "socially anxious dude who has no interest in dating women" rather than "those shallow fake shy dudes who whine about women not letting them smash". Since he turns into Carniboy by fusing with another male yokai i'd rather interpret it as "he was gay all along and only becomes a confident casanova when he embraces his true self". Like carniboy is the garnet of yokai? HERE AGAIN I GO GETTING ALL HYPED AND ATTATCHED TO RANDOM YOKAI BASED ENTIRELY ON THEIR CRANK-A-KAI DESCRIPTION ON THE WIKI

Also yo did u know theres a fuckin crank-a-kai?? Aka a gachapon machine of the damned?? Created by a punny gas(c)hadoro yokai whose giant towering skeletal scaryness is all wasted on being addicted to gacha games?? I love this. I especially love it cos gacha machines were the original inspiration for pokeballs so its like a fun callback to the franchise's bigger brother! But im also glad that the gacha thing is just one of many different minigames to catch yokai, cos i really dont like games thatre 100% random chance with no choices at all. THO STILL WHERE IS MY CHOICE TO HUG MADDIMAN....

#also im sorry i refuse to spell it yo-kai i have no fuckin clue why the dub made that change #unless it was something like 'you cant use yokai in a copyrighted name cos its a mythological word'#english copyright law has a lot of stupid stuff so i could see that being the case

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The tale of the three head beast -the marching fishes-

Digimon GoT AU

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag 3t3hb on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

Pairs: Taiyama, taisora, Joumy, daiken, and sooo so many others

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

ACT 1. ESCENE 2: THE WILL

ACT 1. ESCENE 3: THE TRIP

ACT 1. ESCENE 4:THE SON after the cut

Ruki never doubts, her hand never shake at the sight of danger, all her life has always been all or nothing, rush and violence, a never ending run, still she has no regrets, no second thoughts; until him, until the prince.

Sixteen years has past since that night. The night that she decide Takato will live.

The moonlight shone over the smallest cradle in the last tower of the castle, it would be easier if the baby were sleeping, if his crying didn't pierce her ears, if he was less tiny, if she wasn't so sure that his mother would never come to him.

The blood of the queen was still fresh on her hands

“What the hell are you doing!? Hurry up!” her partner yell since the door, surprise for her delay

“No” she said, more for herself than for him “this is wrong”

“What?” they hear steps coming closer “we have no time Ruki just do it!” But she didn´t move, she saw him straight at the eyes as he said “we have orders”

“I'm not going to kill this baby and I swear on the sands of the desert that I will cut your throat if you try to stop me!”

“Damn you woman! what a moment for a moral crisis!” He locked the door and walked through her “if you think I would rather fight you than the entire order then you don't know me”

His arm cash her waist and push her closer, she smile, like she only smile for him

An explosion sound on the down floor shaking the room just enough to break them apart

“Koushiro is gonna kill us” she said while wrapping the baby

“No if we kill him first” he prepared his knife ready for when they reach the door

“No!” she stopped him “we need to escape” but it was pointless, there is nothing he hate more that run out of a fight “this baby is the heir to the throne, he needs to live”

“Live? Ruki, we killed his family, we burn his castle, we killed his Saurios!”

They hear them forcing the door

“I can save him!” she climbs on the window

“What about his brothers? why his life worth more than them?”

“They must be death by now, come on!” she hurry, desperate and he follow her standing on the cornice, getting close enough for their forehead to touch, his bright blue eyes stood out in the night and for a breve instant she aloud his strong armors to reconfor her

The baby finally calm down

“I would give you some time…”

“What? come on Ryo” she pull his shirt “ don't try to be the hero now…”

“I couldn't help it” but again she didn't move “You want to save him, I want to fight!”

The hand that held his shirt pulled him harder and with that same strength she kissed him, Ruki loved the way she lived, fast, intense, sure.

“Until the next life my love” and she jumped out of the tower

Her current life wasn't that bad, She had been worse, boredom wasnt by far her worst misfortune.

Takato has grow, maybe not as much as she would expect; but he compensate in kindness what he lack in force, a good quality in a King, not that she would ever tell him.

“Tell me what?”

“I´m talking to myself”

“Then you must use your inner voice” he laughs, he use to laugh so much lately.

“How long we had been here? in piramide?” She walk behind him, while he sigh papers and decide meaningless stuff

“Three years, How do you don't know that?”

“It's too much, i never stay so long in anywhere…”

“We pass fifteen years on the temple!”

“wherever..” he put his travel cloat “where are you going?”

“To the town, i have a meeting with the council about the new dam”

The investiture fit him well, the gold-embroidered cape, the crown forged with rubies, Piramide had prospered so much under his command but of course that would be something else that she would never tell him

“You are wasting your time, our time! we must have sailed to the continent years ago”

“I´m not, this is my Kingdom Ruki and i must..”

“This is not ” she interrupt “this is not your Kingdom” he stop, turn to her, and talk in the most annoying tone

“Im the King of Piramide, my wife is the Queen of Piramide, my son will be the Prince of Piramide..”

“Your son!”

“Yuri is pregnant!” he yells

“Why don'tyou tell me?”

“I told you a month ago! and as soon as the child born we´ll sail to the continent, really what is the matter with you?”

“Takato!!” the queen voice surprise them, Yuri wave a handkerchief since the balcony “ mi amor! good luck in your trip!” she blow kisses that he pretend to catch

“At least she has learn more than your name”

“Don't be rude!” he said “ Gracias Corazón! volvere pronto!” but a bit of discomfort show on his face

“What?”

“Talk with the Lion as soon as i left, he has instruction to not let her stand out of the bed” he explain as soon as they keep out of her sight

“I´m not one of your lackeys” she refuse but still obey him

Outside of the castle a man and a carriage await for the King

“What is he doing here?” Rika yells without shame when she recognize at Henry Wong

“I would join the majesty on his travel”

“Why?” she despise his calm tone, his heavy clot, his daring to speak to her with such a familiarity

“He is my translator” Takato try to stay neutral in more of their feud but he couldn't avoid his empathy with Henry, he was fun, in some ways it was his first real friend “Please wait for me inside” he order to him “ Listen Ruki” again that condescending tone “I know you don't like Henry”

“I don't trust him, You should not travel alone with him, he refuse to train”

“ He prefer to train the mind instead of the flesh, what is wrong with that?”

“Takato… Takato.. Takato” she kick the ground “ those are the most dangerous kind of men”

“If you said that, listen i understand that you are boring here, but just be a little patience, you know… like you just to be, back on the temple…”

“I had things to do on the temple! i have nothing to do here!”

“what?” he seems confuse “What did you do on the temple? you just boss me around and talked to mirrors”

She couln´t believe his audaci, she did nothing? who changed his diapers? who carrying him at night when he couldn't sleep? who teach him to talk, to walk, to fight?

“Dont put that face!” he climb at the carriage “Beside, what about the new reluctant? Hirokazu and Kenta were excited about your training! that is a good invested of your time!”

“That pair are the most idiotic, incompetent and disgusting men in the entire world, i has never been more disappointing of the humanity in my life”

But the carriage was already gone before she end her complains, unfortunately Takato was right, she past the rest of the day in the training camp making that pair of buffoons bleed, the time passed so slowly, every minute was overwhelming, she began to miss her old life, the emotion, the mystery, the sun over the sand, sometimes even his blue eyes .

At night alone, she think on the impossible, what if Takato was not the chosen one? what if be the King of Piramide was his greatest achievement? what if he was just another mortal king?

All her fears come together when the alarms sound, when the soldiers bring back the king to her, cover in blood, unconscious, on the edge of death.

Fire, light, heat, an unbeatable force, were he is?

He is sweating, the flames dance around him, it is like walking in the sun, and there is a boy; a toddler playing with a sword, Takato come near to him, he has his same brown eyes, his same wild hair, a slightly darker skin; the child smile at him, Takato also has a sword on hand, the both play for a long time until he was incapable of resist the heat and keep his journey.

Then it comes the rain, thunders and noise, the heat keeps the water warm.

Over the pots, jumping and smiling he found another boy, same eyes , thicker eyebrows and darker hair, but Takato is sure he is his flesh and bones; he is almost a baby, barely could stand on his feet; but that doesn't stop him, he jumps and falls countless times.

The sound of the sea call him and he ended leaving the second boy.

The waves and breeze feet his spirit, the full moon shines and the stars dance on the sky.

A baby cries over the sand, a baby who looks just like him.

The hearth shakes, the storm becomes stronger, he could not stand on his feet, but the boys drow on the sea, far away from him, Takato must reach them, they are his family, his blood… a last roar explodes at the distant and everything turn dusk.

“What happened?!” she run until him, with a fear that she has only feel ones, ones when she hold a knife over his cradle

“We..” the traductor talk difficult and Rika hold her wish to stab him to death “we were attack, it was dark, it happened suddenly”

“He is not breathing!” she scream while the soldiers put him on the bed

“I´m a doctor!” Kenta yells at his way to the king

“Well at least you are good for something!” he ignore her while checking the injuries “Is not a lethal attack, they are only bruise and cuts”

“Then why does not he breathe?!”

“I don't know!” Kenta cryes sure that Ruki would kill him

“I think…” Henry yells louder than them “I think he was poisoned”

“That's impossible!” she stand up “He is a son of the house of courage, the poison is nothing to him”

“No, no with a substance, i think his energy was poisoned, an act of witchcraft… I… I.. “ he stutter “ I saw the attack and i had read about the symptoms”

“I have no idea of how treat that” Kenta lament

“Of course you don't have an idea you are worthless!” she exclaimed furious, witchcraft for the east, she was as helpful as the idiotic doctor “did you?” she turn to Henry “Did you know how to save him?”

“I… meaby but im not sure..i have never done it before” she could smell the lies on his words, but she has no option

“Do it” she orders and suddenly he was the one without options

“I would need everyone to leave the room immediately” he stutter no more “i need to be alone with him”

All obey, except Ruki and he knew it has no point to argue with her.

The heavy coat fall and his tone muscles jump to the eye, Train the mind, not the flesh her ass

He put the cold body of the king on the floor as he stand up in front of him, his hand perform a ritual that make the room warmer, Ruki didn't know that kind of magic, his breathing change with each precise move of his wrist, his knees flex with the strength of a warrior, and all night long Henry Wong fight against the death itself.

When he finish Takato breath again

“What now?” she ask

“now we pray”

Pray was for the weaks, for the desperate, for the fools, for the ones who has no control over their faiths.

So, of course she pray.

The next days were her penitence, he breath but he didn't wake up, he murmurs and scream once in awhile, and she ignore the madness and chaos outside his room, everything but Takato was irrelevant.

The kid who cry at the moonlight was dying. She had been a fool for letting the prince walked alone, she confided on the peace of Piramide, this old land who loves his King, so far away of the old castle where Takato was born. But his enemies reached them even here. And now Takato, the survivor, was dying for the attack of a murderer that she hasn’t even seen.

She asked to the light to mitigate his suffering, she begged to the old dragon and the wolf to give him the stretch and courage she knew he lack of, and finally she supplicated to the shadows to keep him alive.

Takato woke up at the sunrise of the third day.

“I need to see him” he yelled, sweating, standing up in his own feets,“Take me with him!”

“What?” she hold him afraid of his weakness, blissful by his recovery “who? you must rest…”

“No!” he seem excited and lost, probably stunned by the injuries “My son Ruki, I must see my son!”

Her smile fell apart, he was delusional

“You have no sons Takato…”

“What?” his eyes didn't focus on her “I know.. I know… I saw them..”

“Them?”

“My children… I saw them in a vision”

“It was a dream Takato, you were unconscious for three days, you were dreaming”

“No! no it wasn't a dream! I felt the breeze and the ocean, it was real!” he tried to get out.

“Takato wait!” she stopped him “You were attacked! you almost died”

“Let me go!” he fighted with too much stretch for someone on his condition, but he stopped and hold her shoulders “Everything is gonna be fine Ruki! I saw my children! I have to see Yuri, tell her that this time everything is gonna be fine”

“Takato…” but she didn't obey “Takato you were attacked…”

“That doesn´t matter”

“Yuri…” she struggle with words “Takato… she lost the baby”

“No” he shook her arms “No!”

“She cannot resist to see you hurt…”

“You are lying! I know what i saw!” the panic made him irrational

“You were dreaming, it wasn't real” she tried to be gentle “Takato, all of this is a sight, we… you must change this path, we must sail to the continent right now”

“A sight? yes.. yes It is a sight, we, the next time is gonna be different… the next time” he mumbled, talking with himself.

“Why would it be any different!?” Ruki lost her patient “this one didn't work! not the one before or the one before that! Goddammit Takato! She cannot carry your children!”

She was a well training warrior, of course that when he raised his hand to her she reacted, but just the intention hurt as much.

And he ran and she followed him, away from the palace, away from the city, were he could feel the breeze and the ocean again, one foot near to the ravine.

“Takato!” she shouted breathless “Takato stop! we can go home! you… you don't need this, any of this!”

“I'm not going anywhere, no without my children”

The wind became intense, the waves bursting with force, she saw him cry while throwing himself to the abyss.

Henry watch them leave the castle and followed them, but he wasn't fastest enough. When he found Rika she was on the beach, the knees over the sand, screaming, crying like a widow.

No, even worse , she whipped like a mother

He knew immediately that the worst had happened, but how? He saved Takato, he saw him stay and walk. Henry’s heart hurt, he shouldn’t have dare to attack his King, he regretted when he saw Ruki crying, Yuri sicked, Takato hurt. But his remedies wasn’t been enough to repaired his mistake. For the first time in his life he felt like the murder he was.

The sound of the ocean could not quiet the sobs of Ruki. Henry walked near to her, as if for some miracle he could comfort her

“Stay away from me!” he didn't even bother in touch her

“Como on Ruki we need to…” it was the first time he adresered her by her name

The violent tied suddenly calm, they hear a thunder at the distant.

“Ruki…” he called her

“leave me!” she begged

“No” he found the courage to hold her and with a new strength he forced her to stand up “Come Ruki look it up!”

And she looked at the sea and found the impossible

The king was there, walking through the waves until her, complete naked, save and alive, on his arms something roar with the sound of the ocean, three creatures sneaked over his naked torso.

It looked like a three head beast.

living Saurios, breathing monsters almost as miracle as the resurrected son.

Henry stared at him, knowing he was unworthy, holding Ruki who almost fait in his arms.

And the King talked, with a confident Takato has never show before

“Calm down mother, I have my babies, it is time to go home”

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