#if everyone was lucky they would live a long life with few regrets and then die fast and easy in their old age

[adoregojo]

secret admirer.

hihihihihihihihi, i cannot believe i actually slept for two days in a row? wth? and also that i never did this kind of posts? im such a lazy bum mb yall, I promise I'll write a real fic soon. summary: bllk characters as your secret admirers: isagi, bachira, chigiri, reo. how they fell, what do they do, how did they confess.

isagi.y

him. just him.

you once held his shirt collar to stop him from planting flatly on the floor.

and when you walked away, you walked with his heart in your palms.

yea, just like that

but honestly, isagi himself didn't knew he was such a big sap inside

and the moment he realised you two shared a few classes was the second he almost kneeled and thanked the sky itself for this.

an absolute swoon from looking at your side profile.

he once was long gone within the abyss of daydreaming about you, he genuinely just couldn't look away.

then got called out by the teacher for being too distracted.

definitely prayed that you didn't see that.

writes your name unintentionally in his notebook.

gets so embarrassed about it later and rips the paper.

still dose it again the next day and almost ripped the whole book apart form cringing at himself.

he once was musing over you too much to the point that your name slipped out unwittingly on the dinner table.

his parents couldn't stop teasing him about it, wondering when they would see you walking down their house door.

leaves love notes in your locker almost everyday.

it's something short and simple like: "you look pretty today."

then when he goes home he'll realize how dumb that was because you literally look the prettiest everyday.

dumb, dumby.

takes time to make the first move though.

he just feels like you're way, farther away from his reach.

it's okay, he still considers himself lucky to be one of those who got admire you.

he just hoped you saw him behind all of them, even if it was a glance.

chigiri.h

omgg pretty boyyy

despite chigiri being a confident and self-reliant, the trigger words of his old injury was like a pulling a pin of a grenade to his still-raw sorrowness. something that'll always haunt him.

and what dose he dare to say when they were nothing but truthful? like a salt to his wounds, he tends to just take it and suck it up, or at least try to ignore it for his sake.

but everything flipped when you stood up for him.

from that moment on. chigiri knew that he was far a goner.

out of everyone here he's definitely the most romantic one.

reads all your favourite books and analysis it.

probably named a cat after you.

like isagi he writes love letters for you.

just a little too poetic..

it it's short then it's something like: "loving you is like breathing." or "i hope your days are filled with the same joy you give me with your existence only."

but mostly is: "my definition of love, i see the true meaning of living behind your hue of life. you shall lighten my soul with your existence alone, i was born to see you shin each day, witnessing you is a blessing from heaven itself. the day that i stop seeing you as the owner of the stars is the day my body shall vanish, yet my soul will know it way back to you. from your only and one your admirer."

what a lovesick clown.

he might be a smooth talker on the outside, but trust me the butterflies of sentimental keeps on swirling in his stomach on the sight of you.

told his mother and sister about you.

it was his biggest regrets.

because the next day his sister shouted your name in a demand for you to spend the night for the 'meeting of the future in law'.

he had to physically drag her back to the car, freaking embarrassing.

couldn't meet your eyes for a while after that.

wants to hold your hand.

like, really badly.

it's just that feeling your skin against his cold, pristine hands must've feel like the loveliest, cosiest thing.

the thoughts alone are making him go crazy.

he confessed first, just couldn't help himself.

he just hoped if you would go to the end of the world alongside with him.

bachira.m

the sunshine boy himself.

the definition of fell first AND fell harder.

it all started when the class was ordered to work as duo for a project, something he always despised.

you may say that because bachira was definitely not having the word 'smart' in his book, you'd be right actually.

but mainly since no one really wanted to group up with him.

it was embarrassing, to just sit there and wait to be picked was putting him under the lights that pointed him out as the most pitiful creature in the room.

then you pocked him on the shoulder, and asked him if he wanted to be your partner.

and when he didn't see the sarcasm reeking from you, he knew he tripped hard, and couldn't find it anywhere in his feet to back him up.

it was strange, bachira never had a company, let alone a crush.

but the signs were there, and were painfully vulnerable.

painted you in art class multiple times; you with a smile, you reading a book, you sniffing a sunflower.

maybe also you and him... holding hands or hugging...

stares at your face a way, way too long.

he tells himself it's to crave your features better and detailed.

even he doesn't believe that however.

he draws your eyes a lot.

his second favourite colour is your eyes hue.

he was never the best at writing romantic poems, and his hand writing is just........

so he insisted gets you a gift!

which is a rock.

yes you heard me, rock.

he would even paint a little face with a smile on it and leave it on your desk by the end of the day.

almost went bald from joy when you had it hanging as a small march on your bag.

and when you had a bad day, that goes unnoticed by him.

so imagine your surprise when you would find two pairs of rocks, one kissing the other who had a sad expression on it face.

that somehow that foster a blissful smile on your face. like that little action extinct any remains of the past negative you carried.

and bachira was more than happy to be the reason for your happiness.

definitely rambles about you to his mom.

and his monster.

he once ha a dream about you two smooching.

cried when he woke up because he wanted it to be real more than anything.

you two confessed first, at the same time.

and boy was he dancing on cloud nine at it.

he almost smooch you that moment and then.

reo.m

it's mister perfect everyone, cheer.

you fell first, he fell harder.

no, literally. you fell. tripped flat on the floor.

and somehow, that made the reo mikage heart move.

?????????

love at first (fall??) sight.

he definitely leaves a trail of gifts for you everywhere.

your chair, desk, locker, bag.

he switches between chocolate and flowers to letters and perfumes, necklaces, etc..

you say how he picked them?

easy, see something that reminds him of you, he buys.

and it's pretty foolish since he sees you in almost everything.

reo is convinced that you're within everything that shins beautifully.

he actually paid the teachers to let him be in the same classroom as you.

paid even more to get a seat next to you.

rip to whoever was sitting next to you.

he once heard that a guy was bothering you.

the next day the guy was the talking of school because he suddenly moved out of town due to his dad losing his job.

hm, must be karma then.

has a shrine of you.

but you didn't hear that from me.

talks about you none stop to nagi and ba-ya.

genuinely sobbed when he imagined you with someone else.

has a flight under your name.

made a makeshift doll of you so he can practice his confessions on.

had a mental breakdown of the idea of you rejecting him.

reo can the most horrible, miserable day to a human kind to live.

then he sees you smiling

BOOM

he's all happy and smiling again, also a little giddy.

you once greeted him good morning, the next day he was planing what ring would suit you the most.

had two planes to write on the sky: 'will you go out with me?' and your name next to it in a shade of a heart.

now, you definitely cannot reject that. (Please don't)

have a nice day everyone.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #reo x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #bachira meguru x reader #reo mikage x reader

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Scraped Knees & Silk Sheets

Prince!Shouto ♡ Maid!Reader - Chapter 1 out of ??

-> You've always been kind, wanting nothing more then to spread warmth into a cold castle. When you were a child, you had given some of your kindess to a boy in need. It was because he recognized your kindess, that you live to tell this story today.

fiction contains: fluff, angst, romance, reader is almost executed because endeavor is a piece of shit, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, assassination, pining, shouto is a little too in love with reader, shouto is also an extreme romantic, reader is almost killed again because, you guessed it, endeavor is a piece of shit, pining, izuku + bakugou are shouto's right hand men, little bit of violence chapter contains: nothing extreme worth mentioning, shouto n reader are so cute omgomg PROLOUGE

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Flowers fall salubriously over the skies of Venora, the sun’s warmth spreading over the fingertips of anyone sauntering outside to perform their duties for that day…or to any of the many children that decided to skip around their village knee-level of the citizens with flowers in their hair, engaging in anything that excited their blooming curiosity. Venora is one of- if not the most flourishing of countries, being outstandingly large, and having one of the most capable and efficient militia. It is a strong belief here that everyone has their purpose in life, and everyone has their own “talent” or gift given to them to serve that purpose. Many people are aware of their gifts from an early age, some without, and have hairs turning silver and still letting life lead them in whichever direction the wind blows. All in all, it’s a safe country to live your hopes and dreams in.

Besides, you learned the punishment for breaking some of the laws can be quite severe, and said punishments are severe enough to strike terror into the citizens who consider tampering with them.

“Really?? We get to visit the palace??” A little child squealed into their mother’s lap, that child just so happened to be you. Playing princesses with your friends was entertaining, yes, but it couldn’t compare with the real thing. It played over and over inside your feeble brain, the diamond chandeliers, the gold-plated statues, the doors, the throne room. Just the thought would make any insouciant child like yourself shake with anticipation.

“You mustn't make a scene when we get there, dear. As much as I understand your excitement, the palace can’t be mistaken to you as a place of fun and games, it’s quite serious. Your father is attending a meeting, so you and I get to stay for a while to attend the holiday. If you’re lucky, you might be able to attend the ball with me.” Your mother almost immediately regrets the last few sentences of her speech, now having to deal with a squealing 5-year-old who cannot control their emotions any longer. After a long sigh, she scooped you off her lap, walking over to the bedroom to place you into bed. There were paintings with stars and sparkles adorning the ceiling above your bed, and you convinced your mother to help hang stars from the faded paint spots. The dim lighting in a shade of dark blue truly did make the stars sparkle, including the ones hanging in your room and the stars that dance together in the sky. It made you wonder if they had the same paintings on the palace walls, maybe even more. With a kiss to your forehead, she tucked you in your bed and tried to step away, but failed due to you reaching out your tiny hand to grab onto her yellow sundress. “Do you think I can be a princess? Like the ones in the big palace?” “I'm sure you can, and I bet you’ll be the prettiest princess ever. However… I'm afraid princesses get beauty sleep, and at this rate, you’ll turn into a gremlin with baggy eyes!” She smiled when your body immediately went lax, and you flopped onto your bed sheets and snored as if you’d been sleeping for over a hundred years. With that, she left your room.

Your father was in a state of alamort, putting in as much effort as his soul allowed him to move your family higher status and reputation, but to no avail. His majesty had barely spared a glance at him, and he hoped that this ceremony would be an opportunity to bring his family higher. Your family was by no means struggling with money or bringing food on the table, more so struggling to maintain the reputation that's been withheld in your bloodline for generations.

Nobility was a hard bargain. Your surname was well known in the village you lived in, but it didn’t advance any farther than that. The family’s worth compared to that as a bystander you’d see in royal events, just slightly over a commoner, nothing to ever be placed near the grand royalty of the Todoroki bloodline.

The annual Crescent Moon ceremony was taking place in just a small amount of time, a celebration to symbolize family, fertility, empowerment, and to appreciate life’s lavish graces. It most certainly wasn’t the most important of events, but the meaning behind it gave reason to be very…lavish, and thriftless. A perfect event for a child to witness, as it romanticizes royal life to the utmost degree.

So, in the restless dreams of a 5-year-old girl, you’d be sitting on a throne adorned with diamonds, and a version of yourself that you would assume is an older you. A crown so shiny that if angled towards the sun, would blind anyone looking in your direction. It sits atop your perfectly placed strands of hair, not a single one out of place. Maybe if you thought hard enough, you’d be able to visualize a chromatic ring wrapped around your 4th finger, followed by the lips of a handsome prince pressed against the front of your hand.. is there a prince at the castle? Even a little girl can be bashful sometimes, maybe he’d be like the books, with a prodigious sword attached to his hip and weighty boots that slammed against marble floors, signaling his arrival earlier than his presence could. So.. speaking like a 5-year-old girl, this place is gonna be super duper awesome!!!

This… however..was not very awesome. It'd been almost.. 5 hours now? The sun is still high in the sky, burning down at the wooden carriage you rode in. It was hot, and your mother said that if you whined one more time about the heat, she’d make sure you’d get none of the palace desserts when they got to the capital of Venora, also known as Solaris. It was the diamond of the country, and where the tremendously large castle stays solemn. It’s where the royal family of Venora has resided for years. There are neighboring castles, much smaller, reserved for the high nobles, and your mother promised you’d get to see them when the carriage reached Solaris. Some were located on the way to the main castle, but some were buried deep in the wispy green forests, lakes, and hills that were outspread in Solaris, practically smothering the land. The only exception being the main village, which is said to be the largest city in the country. Your mother said that it’s not the best or most habitable place to live in. Tourists, and merchants, all of them practically suffocate the city, leaving little to no room for long-time inhabitants. If you want to live close to the castle, it’s best if you build your own place.

“Are we there-”

“Don’t even start, missy.” Your mother quipped before you could finish your childish statement.

“But-”

“You know, princesses are very calm and patient people. They ride in royal carriages all the time, simply waving at passersby. How could you be a princess if you can’t even make it to the castle without whining, dear?” Comparing you to a princess is the only way she knew would always get you to behave, it always worked well, proven by the silence the rest of the trip.

However, the mind of a little girl never stayed quiet, and as you peered out of the lights that the wood would allow, you could see your father’s carriage right in front of your own. It seemed that he was a quiet man, always thinking, but never speaking. Unless it was towards your mother about mundane things, he was always in his study, thinking. You couldn’t fathom what he could be up to, what could be so interesting or demanding that a simple nobleman as your father would be locked up inside the silence of his stone-walled office.

Sometimes at home, you’d see fathers - laughing and playing with their children, but that was never the case with yours. In fact, he never really spoke to your mother either. In contrast, your mother was as warm as a white fur blanket, like the ones she said were common in the palace, but rare and expensive to find in your own village. She always spoke with you, seeing as you had no other siblings. Speaking of which, you asked her about that idea once, having siblings. Quickly your mother hushed you of the idea, saying that it wouldn’t be happening anytime soon, almost looking hurt at what you said, so you never mentioned it again.

Having many children was a miracle at this age, why was she so against it-

The sound of faded cheers and chatter dragged you out of the deep reflection of your thoughts. Are we there yet-?

You slammed a hand over your mouth when you realized you had said that last part out loud, slowly turning your gaze over to your mother, who narrowed her eyes at you. Yet the look on her face quickly softened as she sighed, and announced; “Yes, we are here!” Even she couldn’t contain her excitement, yet she quickly had to compose herself and grab you, as you were just about to leap out of the carriage. “We are in Solaris, not near the castle yet. I can’t let you go out into the village, it’s filled with people for the ceremony and you’d surely be trampled. If you want to view the commotion, simply watch through the carriage.” She simply grinned at you as you whined, and pressed your face to the carriage glass.

The sun was still in the sky, but much lower. You had made it to your temporary estate, and you were astounded at the sheer size of the exterior. It was nearly thrice as big as your regular estate, with gardens on each side with their own unique plants, your favorite being the dazzling lilies on the left side, and the charming gladiolus on the right. There was even a butler waiting for you, and you scampered up to him with a smile, which he gladly returned to you. Your mother was, discreetly, also amazed at the size, simply internalizing her emotions, with nothing but soft upturned lips and a slight sparkle in her eyes. Your father, though, had the exact opposite emotions. He looked rather displeased, evident with the slight scowl on his face, what could he be so upset about? You decided to tug on his suit pants, directing his scowl at you, but he loosened his angry face at the sight of your frown.

“Why are you sad, pa? This place is so big!” He lost his scowl completely, opting to look at you with a neutral face instead to not upset you anymore, and walking towards the front door of the estate, lamenting to himself instead “It could have been bigger.”

The inside was just as impressive, ancient paintings with gold plated frames, silverware decorated in intricate patterns and designs carved into the metal. The thing that caught your eye the most, was the stunning piano in the foyer of the estate. You had half the mind to climb the piano stool, and mash your little fingers against the keys, you were almost successful too, if it weren’t for your mother holding the collar of your dress. …

Much to your mother’s delight, the length of the trip ended up giving her a tuckered-out 5 year old. This was good anyway, the ceremony was tomorrow evening, and they wouldn’t be leaving the estate for another 3 weeks, anyway. This part seemed to be the only thing that pleased your father, maybe it was because this gave him more time to talk with The King himself.

Your mother had a very difficult pregnancy regarding your birth. Infact, the birth itself was a blur in her memory. From what the midwives had told her, the bleeding was what almost caused her death. Luckily, her having held onto the strings of consciousness for just a few moments longer was what caused her to recover just enough for the healer to arrive intime. Due to the heavy bleeding, it was highly encouraged, almost demanded of her, that she never conceive again.

This had angered your father to no end. He had at least one child, but it wasn’t a male..an “heir” to his legacy. No matter how many times you had promised him to carry on his legacy, he wouldn’t listen. His anger got so severe, he had almost forced himself onto your mother- completely disregarding her safety, all for the chance of an heir. From what little bit of morals he had left, he stopped.

This was the reason why he was quite desperate in his attempts to raise his family’s status and reputation, but in this day and age, a daughter and a title can only get you so far. He watched as his once peers outgrew him in their own rankings, no longer speaking to him and throwing away their companionships as if it had only been brought together by a scroll, waxed stamp, and word from the king.

Deep down inside, he wanted to be able to disregard people like that- and throw them away. He’d never admit it, though.

The sun hadn’t even risen yet, but the whirlwind of activity never slept on a day such as this one. Your estate was over a mile away from the bustling city, and yet the cheers could be heard as loudly as the chirping birds outside the windowsill. Your mother must have heard it too, as she appeared in front of your doorway.

“I'm glad that trip wore you out enough to have you sleep in early, I'm afraid that was all the amount of soundful sleep you're going to get until the cheers die down in a few days.” She smiled at your little pout, walking over to you and gently pushing your fists away from your eyes as you rubbed them.

“Nonetheless, I bet you’ll be glad to hear that we get to enter the palace early, so it’s best you get yourself ready now, that is if you want to be princess material.”

“…Do I get to pick out my dress?”

“Of course you do.”

The sun was now peeking above the horizon, almost as if it was hiding from the beautiful chaos to come. The fear collides with the sky in an ethereal array of colors, the exact same array of colors as your dress. A shimmering light yellow, something lighter and purer than golden honey, but just as divine. It’s adorned with coral-like pink colored designs, and the prettiest golden shoes to go along with it. A dress, truly, fit for a princess.

The maid finished the final touches of the curls in your hair, so defined that they bounced on your head whenever you jumped in delight, much to the maid’s displeasure.

The sun had finally crept from its hiding place, now sitting lowly in the sky. It’s still well before noon, and you were stepping outside the estate with your mother’s hand holding your own. She wore a dress similar to your own, but fully yellow. Your father stood in front of you both. He was..suspiciously quiet, to say the very least. It was one thing to be in your own head, but his eyes seemed dark, like he was thinking about one thing only.

However, he snapped out of it when he realized the carriage wasn’t coming as soon as he expected it to.

People with high reputations get invited to the castle far far earlier than commoners get the chance to even get close to it. The earlier you get in depends on your status, and clearly your father thought he’d be escorted by now, and his pride would not allow him to go back inside to wait. Even the butler was starting to get concerned, it had now been over an hour waiting outside. Your mother had tried to persuade him 30 minutes ago, but was met with a rather harsh lecture, and didn’t dare to press further. He wouldn’t allow you two to go back inside either.

Finally, after about an hour and thirty minutes, the carriage arrived at your estate. Luckily the sun still wasn’t high enough in the sky, and the air still had a slight chill to it, so you didn’t overheat too much, it was just a little bit too warm for your liking.

The carriage was beyond anything you’d ever seen. It was laced with gold and diamonds beyond comparison to anything you’d ever seen. It was lavish, and the seats were laced with cold silk, much to your delight.

There were no words to describe the castle, none at all. Well, if you could explain it in one way… large. It took nearly 30 minutes to just get out of the carriage, due to the huge lineup at the side entrance. That was another thing your father hated, that he wasn’t “noble” enough to use the grand front entrance. You couldn’t even register his anger though, as you stepped out of the carriage the only thing you could think about was the sheer size and elegance at the massive structure standing proudly before you eyes. You clutched onto your mother tightly, as it felt as though you’d get lost if you so much as moved an inch from her body.

This was the moment you separated from your father, as though he had other plans, and stuck to your mother, heading towards the ladies’ hall, a portion of the castle where all the noblewoman and their ladies-in-waiting sat together for tea, from what you heard. It was strange though, why didn’t your mother have her own lady in waiting?

When inside the hall, you followed you mother to the room where the commotion was coming from, and were surprised by the sheer elegance of the woman inside. Did they go to galas all day? The ballgowns and tiaras they wore told you so, there was no way they could sit in such attire all day without dying.

You were almost intimidated by them as the silence built up and your mother walked in with you in her grasp. However, a breath of relief washed over you as some of the women smiled at you and your mother with a courtly wave, and a small portion just simply decided to ignore your existence, and go back to whatever conversation they were having moments prior.

Your mother seemed even more relieved as you did, surely feeling the anxiety building up about her own place in the room. She was older, but still had the girlish tendencies of wanting to fit in.

One of the noblewoman was very welcoming, opting to stand up from her loveseat and make her way over to your mother with a warm smile and curtsey. She even smiled down at you, which made your heart leap at the thought of being greeted by a princess.

“I see you’ve come right on time, and you’ve brought us a gift, too.” notioning at you, “she’ll fit in well with all of our children, the little girls out in the garden. It’s safe here, if she wants to play with them.”

Your mother curtseyed back, “I’m sure she’d like that, do you want to go [Y/N]?”

“Mhm!” The lady in front of your mother giggled at you, and notioned her head towards the entrance of the side garden. Your mother nodded at you, giving you permission to go, and so you skipped off.

The garden was filled with children playing and flowers of all colors blooming from every direction. Some children opted to go a little too high on the large garden swing, others chased butterflies, which is what you did. You got along well with a blond-haired blue-eyed girl, her hair tied up in pigtails and wearing a bright blue dress with gold accessories on it. She had some freckles on her face too, as she proclaimed to be “the professional of catching butterflies”. She taught you how to do it as well, and ushered you to catch the white and red colored butterfly, what an interesting color.

So you followed it, as it fluttered away into the forest-like part of the garden, with trees for what felt like miles. There were no children here, except for you and the childish butterfly slipping from your grasp at every chance.

Well, you thought you were the only child, until you heard crying from a distance.

A boy, about 8-9 years old, was sitting under an oak tree with tears in his eyes.

You hated it when people cried, you always ended up crying with them, but you’d try to keep your composure for the sake of this boy.

A light tap on his knee had him flinching, looking up at the person who had just dared to disturb him and his privacy. Almost regretting it, as he didn’t want to scare the intruder with the horrid scar on his face, but to his surprise, you didn’t flinch or widen your eyes at all. He was even more surprised at the person who was in front of him-

It was just a child.

“…What do you want?”

“Why are you crying?”

He didn’t answer your question.

“Is it because you're lonely?” “..No.”

“Are you nervous about the ceremony? I know it’s pretty scary, but can’t you believe how big this place is? As long as you have your parents by your side, you won't get lost! What’s your name?”

You didn’t know who he was, he was sure of that now. Giving away his last time would reveal who he was. He’d never had an outsider talk to him like a normal person before, and he wouldn’t admit it, but he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the informality, in contrast to the formality that he was forced to drown in all his life, up until now.

“..Shouto. This place is big..but I am used to it.”

“Oh! Do you come here often?? Oh- and my name is [Y/N]!! Unlike you- I am TERRIFIED! I feel like I might get lost here! Like I might get sucked up into a painting or something!”

“..You can’t get stuck in paintings.”

“Of course not silly! I’m just joking!”

“Oh.”

“Uhm.. is it because of your injury? Does it hurt?” you pointed at the scar on his eye. Clearly this wasn’t the best thing to have said, as the boy looks like he’s going to cry again.

“No.. it doesn’t hurt..well..not in that way I don’t think.” His voice is wobbly.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry Shouto. I hope it doesn’t hurt at all. When you grow up, though, I’m sure people will respect you alot with that super duper awesome scar!

“…What?”

“Well..your scar, it looks cool!”

“It..does?” He looked at you like you had grown a second head. He’d never been told that his scar looked cool before. When the incident happened a few years ago, the only thing he was ever met with was horrid looks and fear.

“Of course it does! It’s like you battled one of those big dragons and came back to tell the story! Or- or you're an amazing knight who battled an entire army!”

“A dragon..an army.” He wasn’t frowning anymore, and maybe it was just your imagination, but you swore you saw his lips turn upwards just slightly, thinking about the idea.

“Yeah! Even better if you saved a princess along the way!” That striked an idea to your head, and you began to climb up the tree he was curled under a few moments prior. Only making it to the middle of the tree, you started to faux cry.

“Heeeelp me Shouto!!" The dragon is going to eeeeatt me!!! I’ll become dinner to a hungry dragon!!!”

He looked at you, “There’s no dragon?”

“You have to pretend, silly.”

“Oh, okay.”

He tried his best to climb up the tree, and to your surprise, he did it alot better than you did. He grabbed your hip and pulled you out of the tree, placing you back on your feet.

“You saved me! You are a true heeeero, knight Shouto! The king will surely reward you for your greatness!” with that, you attempted to flash him your best princess smile, you’ve been practicing.

He giggled at you, which nearly surprised himself. It’d been years since he genuinely smiled, let alone laughed at anything.

His laughter was cut short though, with the sound of someone calling your name, in a rather panicked fashion.

“Oh… I have to go..or my mama will be soo mad at me, Shouto.”

“That’s… okay.” He frowned. “You're going to the event, right..?”

“Mhm!” You beamed up at him.

“..What’s your family's name?”

“Uhm.. my last name?”

“Yes.”

“Ohh! It’s [L/N].”

“I see. [F/N],[L/N] is it?” He thought to himself for a moment, then looked at you.

“Yep! That is mee!” You smiled once, again this time he smiled back.”

“[Y/N]!!!” The voice that was calling you got louder this time, startling you both.

With a final wave and a “Goodbye Shouto!! I’ll see you at the ball!” you ran back in the direction you came from, or, where the voice came from? You hoped you were running in the right direction.

“..Goodbye..[Y/N].”

Now he was left by himself again.

Shouto had his own fears and insecurities, all bundled up inside his broken heart and he didn’t have the strength to piece them back together alone. The people alongside him didn’t do much to help, not even his own prestigious family, the ones who were always supposed to be incharge and handle the country with diamond crowns on their heads.

He knew that the same neglectful family would come looking for him soon after they found out he wasn’t isolated in his room like they had thought he had been doing.

And he didn’t think that the one who would even try to piece his heart back together would be a girl 4 years younger than him. That she would make him happy.

Shouto Todoroki was happy with you, and you alone. Even if it was just for a moment, he remembered it well, and he would for the rest of his life.

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Hi! I was wondering if you would mind writing a Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader where the reader is Bucky's soulmate and she knows that but Bucky doesn't then one day the reader becomes injured and then Bucky sees whatever soulmate mark you decide on. Thank you!

it's been too long since the last soulmate au

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Bucky Barnes is staring at a blank on his S.H.I.E.L.D. file and wondering how in the hell he’s supposed to fill it in. It is not the only one of such imposing empty lines, obviously, the sheer quantity of things that Bucky may or may not have done in his life that he has no idea about could probably fill another twelve dossiers or so, but this one in particular is enough to fill him with significant trepidation. 

For once, this specific box to check likely marks empty spots on the files of many other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, those both ex-brainwashed Russian killers and not. It’s a box that even civilians can go their whole lives without ever seeing filled. Usually, you hope that you’ll be able to find your soulmate before you take your last breath on this world but, well, no one’s ever lucky one hundred percent of the time. Someone always has to be the loser, the kid who gets picked last for schoolyard games, the guy who can’t manage to find his meant to be before it’s too late.

Somewhere inside, Bucky harbors a fear that the guy might be him. After all, what are the odds that he’d get to find his soulmate after the weird life he’s led? For all he knows, he left his soulmate behind in the 40s. Maybe they were supposed to meet him after he came back from fighting in the war and their paths never crossed once Bucky fell from that train. The visual makes his heart ache, picturing some woman growing old by herself all because he couldn’t manage to come back from that mission.

In fact, his soulmate could have been born during any time over the last hundred years or so. Bucky has been put into and come out of the ice over so many years that it would be impossible to map out any decade when he should have found his soulmate but just didn’t. In truth, he half wonders if he even has a soulmate at all. Were it not for the mark, he’s fairly sure he’d be able to talk himself out of thinking it was possible. After all of the horrible things Bucky has done, why should he deserve someone like a soulmate?

Yet the mark remains. Everyone has one, even if they haven’t managed to track down their soulmate yet. The idea is simple enough, although heaven knows it’s been analyzed so many times by self called scholars that everyone has a different take on it. Most people can agree on the bare minimum, though. Your soulmate’s biggest regret is written in their handwriting on your chest, right above the heart like an arrow between the ribs.

If you can use that scrap of information to find them, great. Bucky’s heard thousands of stories over the years of couples locating each other through the smallest of hints, the biggest of coincidences. His parents both regretted a train they never took and met one night wandering the city alone, wondering about the places they should have been. 

When his mother died when Bucky was just a kid, his dad’s mark changed to something about not treasuring the little moments. Bucky thought that’s what his would be when his father died a few years later, but he’s committed enough atrocities now to wash out such a commonplace regret.

It’s strange to think about what mark would be on his soulmate’s body now, if she’s still alive and not a corpse buried in time by now. What would it possibly say? Bucky has enough regrets to fill a thousand caskets, and he seems to be working towards that with every new job he takes. Bucky hurts and tortures and kills. It is the only thing he has known for quite some time. If he had any regret, it would be that someone has kept him alive for so long that he could have accomplished all these grievous tasks.

All these twists of fate have still led him to the same place, though, sitting in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and staring at his file. One of the agents in charge of handling the Avengers has handed over the manila dossier in the hopes of coaxing some more information out of him. Instead, it’s sent Bucky spiraling on a tangent of what he deserves in this life. Does he really get a soulmate after everything he’s done? Or should he damn himself to solitude in some desperate plea for penance?

All this might have changed were it not for the fact that Bucky does have a mark, and judging by the looks of it, his soulmate might be just as much of a mystery as him. It’s deceptively simple, this phrase inked onto his skin, and written in such a plain script that it could belong to thousands of people. There’s no way he’d be able to stick it to any specific person unless they told him outright. No, there will be no personal secrets here, not from his soulmate.

The tattoo above Bucky’s heart says this and this alone: opening the door. It could mean a thousand different things, and over the years, Bucky has had plenty of time to ponder them. Does his soulmate blame herself for something she did, for letting someone in? His latest theory was that she welcomed a killer into her house, although of course that could just be Bucky’s years of combat experience making up violence out of nothing. Maybe it was just the cause of a bad breakup. Odds are, his soulmate has a normal regret because she’s a normal person who doesn’t deserve all of the bloody baggage that goes along with James Buchanan Barnes.

A sound from across the room makes him startle.

“Are you done staring at your file, or can I take you out of here?”

Bucky looks up and breaks into a smile. His questioner is another agent, but this time a friend, not an inquisitor. He’s known Y/N L/N since he started working with the Avengers, and they’ve been close ever since. She understands exactly what it’s like to never know who to trust. They both have secrets they’d rather hide, and that means they’ll be closer than anyone else here.

Y/N started off as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., yes, but she almost didn’t turn out that way. The agent who first recruited her ended up being HYDRA. After Y/N graduated from S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, that superior officer gave her a spot on his team. She trusted him more than anything, which is why she didn’t question him at first when he started giving her secret missions, trips out to clandestine locations that never went in the official reports.

When the HYDRA reveal first came about, Y/N was stunned. It turns out her recruiting officer had been using her to fulfill his schemes for years. All this time, she thought she was furthering S.H.I.E.L.D.’s agenda, but instead she was being sent to kill people who started suspecting HYDRA moles. It’s been haunting her ever since for obvious reasons. Sometimes Bucky wonders if she ever wishes she never joined S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place just to avoid all the blood that’s now stained her hands.

That makes two of them with long lists of regrets, however. It also means he’ll always give Y/N far more of his attention than anything else. That’s what you do for your closest friend, he supposes. You find someone who fits with you and never let them go.

“I would be happy to finish up here,” Bucky answers her at last.

Y/N arches a brow. “You sure? You seemed to be in a pretty serious staring contest with that piece of paper.”

Bucky chuckles. “I was told to write down any new information so you could have a more complete file on me. Turns out I don’t like thinking about the fact that I still have no idea who my soulmate is.”

For some reason, Y/N’s face locks slightly. It’s the same sort of look she gets when she’s biting back a truth, keeping some part of herself hidden back. She always wears it when he talks about soulmates. Bucky once heard that she’s afraid of finding her soulmate because she’s terrified that he’ll betray her just like that superior officer did, and although that was nothing but a rumor, it makes sense.

In response, Bucky doesn’t bring up soulmates around Y/N. She seems grateful for it, and they keep it like that:  easy conversation, nothing more. It wouldn’t do to alienate the best thing Bucky has going for him at the moment over some discussion he could probably do without.

He stands up from the table, casting his dossier down on the surface without another thought. “Anyway, it’s not that important. What job do we have now?”

“You always assume I’m here for a mission,” Y/N chides, “what, I can’t just visit my friend because I feel like it?”

When Bucky remains judgmentally silent, she sighs and gives in. “Yeah, there’s a mission. Don’t give me that look. Basically, Fury sent in an agent to retrieve some data and the whole thing went south. What was supposed to be an abandoned HYDRA facility turned out to be very much not abandoned, and now he needs an extraction team before he gets someone killed.”

Bucky nods. “When do we take off?”

“A few hours,” Y/N replies, “why, do you have plans?”

“I’ll have to push off my melancholy musing for another day, but that’s probably for the best,” Bucky answers casually.

Y/N laughs. “As much fun as that sounds, your musing will have to wait. We have lives to save, Bucky. Let’s get going.”

Bucky watches her as they walk through the twisting halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. complex. He’s heard people, both agents and Avengers alike, joke that the two of them should be soulmates from sheer similarity alone. They both have the same sort of personality and sense of humor. Factor in the fact that they’re both professional murderers and you’ve got the same person. If there was ever any two people that were just meant to be, it would be Bucky and Y/N. So the stories go, anyway.

In truth, Bucky isn’t sure that he would mind it. Sometimes when he’s had a couple too few hours of sleep and his mind is wandering unchecked, he pictures that sort of life. They could get a place together, some house or apartment that even S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t know about. He can imagine coming back from a hard day to find her waiting for him. They’d both be exhausted, but it would be enough to stay there with her and fight back the storm for another day.

It is not to be, of course. Y/N has her own life and Bucky is not a part of it outside of their friendship. That’s alright, though. Bucky can convince himself that it is alright. As long as he has her easy laughter, he can do anything. So he tells himself, at least. Still, when their own extraction mission goes south and Bucky starts worrying that he won’t even have that, his tenuous grip on his emotions starts to unravel. 

Out of desire to protect the already failing mission status, Fury hadn’t told them a whole lot about what they’d be walking into. In all honesty, Bucky isn’t sure that even Fury knows what’s going on in there. The agent stopped responding to pings about an hour ago. All Bucky and Y/N have to do is either help the agent get out or go retrieve a corpse.

Still, it would have been nice to have at least a little more information, perhaps about the number of people who’d be firing at them. Bucky and Y/N are huddled under some cover right now, although judging by the sheer quantity of bullets currently streaking towards them, it won’t last forever.

Y/N breathes out harshly, whipping out from around the corner of their protective overhang to fire a few shots at their attackers before hurrying back to safety. “This is only going to hold for a few more minutes. We need to move.”

“Fury said his agent was holed up in a warehouse,” Bucky recalls, “there’s one just across the clearing. If we can make it across, we can get the agent and get out.”

“Easy as that?” Y/N says, one eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, easy,” Bucky replies, starting to grin, “what, that doesn’t sound so simple to you?”

Y/N laughs once. “Oh, it’s going to be a piece of cake. Come on, let’s sprint over before we get shot to bits.”

Bucky gives them a count to three and then they take off running. He provides as much cover fire as he can while they hurl themselves towards the door of the warehouse, but it’s not like his efforts do a whole lot. The HYDRA agents in the area have been converging on their location for some time now, and the firefight is going to happen regardless.

Through some dumb luck, Bucky manages to make it to the door of the warehouse unscathed. He blows through the lock with a bullet and kicks it open. Bucky falls across the threshold, pulling Y/N through and slamming the door shut behind him. He almost thinks that they were able to make the trip without getting shot when he looks over and sees Y/N clutching a hand over her collarbone.

Instantly, his heart drops. Mission forgotten, Bucky rushes over to her.

“What is it?” He asks, terrified, “What happened?”

Despite her obvious pain, Y/N spares Bucky the time for a sarcastic look. “I got shot, what else?”

Bucky grimaces. “Yeah, I can see that. Let me get a look at it, I need to make sure you’re not going to die on me.”

“It would ruin the charming atmosphere of this place, wouldn’t it?” Y/N quips, but moves her hands aside and lets Bucky drift closer anyway.

There’s a lot of blood, that much is obvious, but when Bucky tries to look closer Y/N steps away again.

“I’ll be fine,” she says, hand already drifting up to cover the wound again.

Bucky shakes his head. “Clearly you won’t. You’re losing blood too quickly. Come on, let me bandage it. You can’t finish the mission in this state and you know it.”

Y/N looks like she wants to run. “I’ll be fine,” she repeats.

“Do you really trust me so little that you’d rather bleed out than accept my help?” Bucky breathes.

Y/N stares at him a second longer, then sighs and looks away. “Fine. Just don’t–”

She cuts herself off, leaving Bucky wondering what on earth she’s talking about. He doesn’t have much time for questioning, however, as every moment that he wastes is one in which Y/N loses even more precious blood than before. 

He moves quickly, grabbing bandages from a kit in his bag and rushing towards her.The neck of her shirt tears easily, and Bucky is able to patch her up as best he can. He’s about to make some stupid comment about how that wasn’t so hard when he sees it.

Y/N’s soulmate mark is just visible with the blood cleaned away from it. Even without reading the words, Bucky would recognize the handwriting in an instant. He’s always wondered what it would be like, if you could really know your own script if you saw it inked into someone’s skin, but now Bucky can answer that question definitively. Somehow, Bucky knows it in his gut. That’s his writing, and that’s his regret spelled out into Y/N’s skin.

I will never know if I have stopped being the Winter Soldier.

It could never be anyone but him. He wonders what that would have been like, to be born with that sentence on your body, to go about your life with the name of a killer inscribed in your own flesh. Y/N has been marked for death from the very moment she was alive, all because she had the misfortune of being tied to him. 

All of a sudden, everything makes sense. Y/N’s regret, the one written over his own heart. Opening the door. She opened the door from her old life to let in that superior agent who turned her into a killer, didn’t she? Bucky should have seen it coming. His gaze slowly raises to meet Y/N’s, who looks at him wearily. 

Bucky breathes out slowly. “You’ve known all this time, haven’t you?”

Of course she had. How could she not? Y/N would have learned about the Winter Soldier the second he started showing his face again. She has always known the truth, and she has never told him.

Y/N tenses. “You weren’t ready to know. I wasn’t ready to tell you. You had to figure out who you wanted to be before you started thinking about trying to make a soulmate happy. I didn’t think I deserved to mess up someone else’s life after all the mistakes I’ve made.”

Bucky nods slowly. “Would you have told me eventually?”

“I hope,” Y/N whispers.

She seems to expect him to get mad, but for some reason Bucky just understands. Their entire lives have been bad choices, one after another. Telling him that she was his soulmate would have been a consequence so massive it would impact them for the rest of their lives. It is no surprise that she would have held back.

“I’m just happy to have you now,” Bucky tells her. “Truly, I am. I just want you. Regardless of when we started, we get to finish like this. It all ends the same.”

Y/N’s eyes shine. “You mean it?”

“Of course I do,” Bucky assures her, “I always will. We might want to discuss this after the mission, though.”

Y/N laughs, a true laugh. He hasn’t heard such relieved joy from her in some time, and it delights him like nothing else. “I think that sounds good to me.”

It’s good to him, too. It’s all good.

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[delimeful]

helpless (7)

warnings: restraints, blood and injury, unethical treatment, spider mention/drider, misunderstandings, cannibalism mentions, kidnapping, lmk if i missed any

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Janus managed to bite three different people before they finally pinned him in one place long enough to force the makeshift muzzle over his head.

He didn’t regret it, persay, but the little victory would have been far more gratifying if he hadn’t gotten his head slammed into a wall hard enough to make him see stars right afterwards.

If it weren’t for the cobbled-together gag, he would have started swearing. It was already extremely unlikely that he’d make it out of this particular clusterfuck unscathed, and seeing double certainly wasn’t going to improve his odds.

At least he’d ruined a few lives on his way out, he reflected as they hauled him up and out the door of the decrepit barn at the edge of town. His curse wasn’t useful for much, but he’d made the most of his venom and its ‘truth-telling’ properties no matter where he went.

The ones he’d bitten would be spilling their guts for the better part of a day, and he was more than sure that they’d be dropping some unpleasant secrets. If he was lucky, they’d be forced to regurgitate his little vigilante scheme to someone in town who’d see it for the idiocy it was.

Well, no. If he was actually lucky, he’d miraculously wiggle his way out of a painful and messy death. Getting his tormentors punished was more of a pleasant afterthought in the luck department.

He was unimaginably pissed that of all the plots against him, this was the one he hadn’t seen coming.

Sure, in retrospect, the dragon that used to demand tribute from the town had clearly had a bigger impact on the older populace than he’d first assumed. He’d been wary about settling there for a while, what with the scales and the eye and the other dragon-adjacent traits, but nobody had given him more than the usual level of confusion and distaste, and some people had been outright friendly.

How was he supposed to know that opinion would suddenly shift because something as generally positive as a rescued child?

He hadn’t even been involved with the whole situation!

Sure, he’d felt the overwhelming dread in the air when the child of one of the town’s governing members had disappeared. He’d breathed in a sigh of relief the same as everyone else when she’d been miraculously returned barely a day later. He’d even heard a fair number of the rumors recounting the stories she’d told about the creature in the woods that had helped her.

Strange, and definitely a reason to keep an eye on those woods, but the ordeal had nothing to do with him, and he’d thought it was over.

Except, according to his oh-so-gracious captors, that wasn’t the end of it. No supernatural presence came without strings attached, and with the rescue of one that could (at a stretch) be called an heir, they were convinced that the town would be called on to repay the debt.

So they’d decided that rather than wait for a monster to come claim a resident and steal them away in a week or two, they would choose the payment themselves. At that point, it was only a matter of picking someone they could afford to lose. Unsurprisingly, they settled on the cursed foreigner with the bad attitude.

Janus had had his humanity doubted his entire life, and now he’d been forced into the role of human sacrifice. He imagined he would have appreciated the irony more if it weren’t at his own expense.

His only balm was the fact that this clearly wasn’t a unanimous decision, going by the cloak-and-dagger way he’d been abducted and dragged out of town. He liked a fair few of his neighbors at this point, and he would have hated to find out that in addition to his imminent demise, he was also a horrible judge of character.

His attention snapped back to the unfortunate situation at hand as his captors slowed to a stop. They had reached a small, man-made clearing a little ways into the woods, with a tall, worn post driven deep into the earth. The wood was stained and the ground indented in strange places, as though the dragon and a bloody sacrifice had departed only hours ago, instead of years.

A shudder ran through the idiot on his left, clearly remembering something about the horrors that had taken place here. As someone who was about to become a horror taking place here, Janus found himself utterly unable to dredge up any sympathy for him.

In fact, he abruptly decided that the hypocrisy had earned his captor a knee to the groin, in the name of him getting the hell out of here.

The person on his other side must’ve been the keener sort, because their reflexes were much sharper.

One very short escape attempt later, Janus was firmly tied to the post, now with a spattering of heavy bruising all along his ribs in addition to his probable concussion.

To add insult to injury– or rather, injury to injury, they’d bid him farewell with a gash sliced into the front of his lower leg, relatively shallow but easily deep enough for blood to start seeping into his pants.

Fantastic. More obstacles to him getting out of this, exactly what he needed.

He tried not to dwell on his own helplessness, but it was everywhere he looked. He’d been stripped of his work belt and all the tools on it. He couldn’t make them doubt themselves with any well-placed remarks. He couldn’t even glare at their retreating backs without sending a new spike of pain through his throbbing skull.

A glance at the post was enough to dispel any hopes he’d had of physically breaking free; it was covered in various scratches and scrapes from previous victims, and there was no sign that any of them had gotten anywhere close to damaging it.

He tenderly leaned his head back against the wood and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to think of a way out. Trying not to let the creeping fear overwhelm his irritation.

A distant rustle made his head snap up with a painful jolt, scanning the treeline for a long moment, body drawn as taut as a bowstring.

Nothing. Nothing he could see, anyway.

Janus hissed lowly against the cloth of the gag, ignoring the way his hands had started shaking from where they were pinned behind his back.

It was going to be a long night.

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Virgil was doing some early-morning web maintenance when he found them.

Or more accurately, stumbled across them. He regularly cut across this part of the forest to avoid running into anyone in the grove of fruit trees that the nearby town liked to harvest from, and he’d already been halfway across the clearing when the scent of blood hit him.

He stopped dead, shuffling his legs slightly to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, and then turned to actually look over the open space with a growing sense of dread.

Oh. The weird wooden pole driven into the center of the clearing now had a human tied to it. One that was staring directly at him.

… How many times was this going to happen to him?!

Not the thing to focus on, right now. Virgil took a deep breath, forcing himself to assess his latest mess instead of cursing whatever deity had apparently thought it funny to put him in situations like this.

The human was on the shorter side, with disheveled blonde hair, mismatched eyes, and a startling pattern of greenish-gold scales along one side of their face. Their clothes were meticulously embroidered, though Virgil couldn’t make out the patterns through the extensive amount of ropes binding them to the wooden pole. As though those weren’t bad enough, there was a strange haphazard gag tied around their head, preventing them from speaking.

Clearly, they had been brought here against their will. Not unscathed, either. Their legs were stretched out in front of them, and though their pants were black, one pant leg was torn and glinting wetly with what was almost certainly blood.

The sight was enough to jolt Virgil into action, and he turned to actually face the stranger, skittering forward a few steps–

They recoiled harshly enough to bang the back of their head against the wood, and made a low, panicked sound of pain.

Virgil froze, his chest growing tight at the way they were watching him. Their eyes flicked over every inch of him like a cornered deer, their chest rising and falling in shallow bursts.

This wasn’t one of his humans. This was a stranger that had been left to an uncertain fate, now faced with a monster. They were terrified.

“Hey, I– I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, his voice coming out slightly hoarse. He crept forward, slower now, with his hands raised in the human version of nonaggression. He tilted one down to gesture at their wound. “I don’t know how you got here, but that leg looks pretty bad.”

The stranger dragged both legs up to tuck their knees against their chest, curling into a defensive ball with a glare that screamed ‘back-off-don’t-touch-me’. The injured leg was visibly shaking with the strain.

“No, look– hey. I promise I’m not going to kill you or eat you or anything,” he tried, attempting to meet their eyes directly. He crept forward a few more steps. “I know that might be hard to believe with the whole giant spider thing but I’m very firmly anti-cannibalism. Even if it’s technically like, only partial cannibalism.”

That… actually didn’t sound super reassuring, out loud. Virgil winced, resisting the urge to groan. Why had he decided to start using words like ‘cannibalism’?

He really should just call it quits and go get one of the others. After all these years of avoiding contact to avoid scaring the life out of people, he finally had friends that could help him out of awkward situations like these.

Except… the thought of turning around and leaving the stranger like this, bound and helpless while those who did it to them were presumably still running around…

It would only be for a little while. Just until he could poke Patton awake and lead him back here. But a lot could happen in a little while.

The stranger was studying him with a little less mindless panic, now, but he could see the fine tremors running through their frame. It was probably from fear, or pain, or even… cold?

This close, he could see that their clothes were actually pretty damp everywhere, which was odd. The dirt was hard packed under them, no dew-covered grass in reach, and Virgil had been out and about for most of the night. It hadn’t rained this morning, only late… last night…

“Holy shit, you’ve been out here all night,” he said, horrified. “Bleeding!”

The stranger blinked at him with a level of mild disorientation that Virgil probably should have picked up on earlier.

Okay. Forget trying to coax them into letting him close enough to undo the binds and lead them back to town. The stranger was getting help whether they liked it or not.

Scurrying around the post, Virgil pulled his dagger and slit the restraints in one smooth movement, and then immediately swept in and plucked the human off the ground, lifting them up with the practiced strength of someone who regularly caught humans flinging themselves in his direction.

They responded with a distinctly-upset muffled protest, and a well-aimed kick to the gut.

“Don’t kick me with your injured leg, are you stupid?!” Virgil demanded through a wheeze, holding them out a little farther and twisting away from a second, much weaker kick. “Stop that!”

Deciding that making sure they didn’t bleed out took priority over trying to calm them down, he pulled some silk and wrapped it around the wound as best he could.

The stranger made a gargled hiss through the gag. Virgil hissed back absently, sticking the end of the webbing in place and deeming it a good enough placeholder bandage.

He readjusted so that he was carrying them more securely, an arm under their back and another wrapped around the crook of their knees, and hurried off towards the slowly-growing campsite where his humans were sleeping.

This was now officially an abduction; hopefully Roman wouldn’t get stabby about it.

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[two-white-butterflies]

WAITING FOR A BUS

I'm a traveling man straight from a can, I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

TW: MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON, SEXISM, TALKING DOWN ON WOMEN.

masterlist | chapter seven

credits to vera-kozhemiakina for the picture.

Daemon's house was strangely beautiful — though his aesthetics remained dark and melancholy, it was an opposite to the exterior of his house, it was covered with light and flowers. Your grip on Aemond's hand tightened, feeling out of place in the big mansion. His other hand reached for the door-knob, opening the heavy doors with ease. Everyone was gathered in the living room, seemingly sharing stories about each other's lives.

"(Your name), you look amazing!" Harwin complimented while holding a tray of cookies in his hands. He was wearing his 'househusband' apron, which told you that cooking wasn't done yet. "I brought some wine," you raised your hand a little bit, showing him the bottle of wine on your hand. He placed the cookies down on the coffee-table. He gently tapped Rhaenyra's back, motioning for her to take a bite — but his wife seemed to be focused on Alicent's story.

Aemond's hand finds itself on your waist again. He gives you a soft smile, and he takes the wine out of your hand. "I'll put this in the kitchen, you should talk with the ladies while I do that." he suggested and you nod, quickly finding your way beside Helaena.

———

His uncle carried an aura that always pissed Aemond off. He's only been in Daemon's house once, but it was enough to give him a migraine. He places the wine loudly on the counter, interrupting the conversation between Laenor and Daemon. "Aemond," the man responded bitterly while taking a taste of his wine.

"Rogue Prince," Aemond replied with an icy eye that was narrowed slant in anger. "Don't make this dinner complicated. You might just regret it." he warns, turning his eye to meet Daemon's. He was a little taken aback by his uncle's expression. How long has it been? A thousand years since they've fought, he almost forgot how rabid the man could get. Daemon's eyes were those of a wild-hound, staring at his nephew from his feet to his head.

"What do you mean by that?" the man challenged, placing his glass on the sink. Daemon takes a deep breath, and he tries to calm his anger. A single strike from his fist would deem the man incapable of thought, but he was better than that — he could cause more pain with his words. "What do you want from her?" he asks, feeling his body tighten with every word.

"Uncle, you're doing too much. Calm down." the man smirked while crossing his arms, his eyes didn't take a second off the older man. "She doesn't even remember who you are. She loves me more." he taunted feeling venom leak from his every word.

Daemon clenches his fist, but he does well to hide his anger. "You are unsure. I can't blame you, nephew — eternal love cannot be broken by a charlatan, though you may try." the man decides with that answer for now, but he intends to add on it in the future. He doesn't understand what kindness you see inside of Aemond. His nephew was stupid and immature, not even reaching half of his prowess.

Aemond laughs loudly, his voice vibrated through the room. His mind flashes back to you in the past. Hands tied on the bed-frame, eyes flowing with tears and begging for death. Now that was eternal love. Relationships can only form when death is an element.

"You are lucky to have died before she got captured." he chuckled to himself while opening the wine-bottle with a sharp knife. "I'm sure that you couldn't have saved her from me." he added with a smirk, before turning his back on Daemon.

Before he could take another step outside of the kitchen, Daemon's fist already made contact with his body.

'How dare he?' Daemon thought as he continued punching his nephew. Aemond deflected a few of his punches, but he suffered more in return. The boy might've studied martial arts, but Daemon was a trained soldier. Daemon was supposed to land another blow, but Laenor pulled him away quickly — fearing that the family would see Aemond's marks.

Aemond laughed again, spitting blood on the floor. "You may hurt me, but you'll never change what happened." he taunted once more, feeling the wine spill on the floor. Daemon breaks free from Laenor's hold, and he pins the younger man to the wall. "What did you do you little bitch?" he cursed feeling dark-blood pump through his veins. His anger saved you. But his anger could also murder his nephew.

"You should've seen her, Daemon. She and her sister were pathetic." he laughs and another punch landed on his face. It was Harwin Strong who just walked in scene. Harwin remembers you — his bastard sister's sister, a childhood friend that treated him like a brother. He loved you. He was family. Aemond falls to the floor, unconscious.

"You fucking idiots," Laenor cursed while staring at the boy's beaten down body. "This is why I fucking hate men," he cursed to himself while running his fingers down his hair. "You've finally done it. You killed someone." he yells at Daemon while staring at the blood-stained floor.

Daemon's eyes widened and he points in Harwin's direction. "I didn't give him that hard punch, Harwin did!" he argued while staring at the boy's body too. Harwin kneels down on the floor, reaching for Aemond's neck. "Bad news, there's a pulse." he stood up, wiping the blood in his apron. It wasn't his intention to knock the boy out, but he did mean to maim him permanently.

"That's not a bad fucking news," Laenor rolled his eyes while peeking through the door. Good. You were still talking to the family. He reaches for the doorknob, and he locks the door properly. "How are we going to wake him up? We have dinner in an hour?" he cursed mentally, hearing the doorbell ring on the other side of the house.

"That's probably Aegon — he's watching the kids. Under no circumstance is he allowed to see this." Harwin mumbles while monitoring the cctv camera from his phone. "Hey!" Daemon glared at the man, seeing another person have access to his personal camera. "Shut up," Laenor rolled his eyes while staring at Harwin's phone. The man was right. It was Aegon and he was heading right to the kitchen.

Aegon knocks on the door. He was whistling a soft tune, and a smile was etched on his face. "Not the right time, Egg." Harwin yells out, trying to mask his nervousness. "Uhh okay, but one of the kids peed in their diapers." he reported while looking back at the crying kids behind him. "My youngest son is in tenth-grade, I think that's one of yours." Harwin replied with an eye-roll, and the man walks away again — realizing that it was in fact, Jahaerys.

———

Aemond has been gone for quite a while. You couldn't think of anything else except his well-being.

HONEYBUNCHSUGARPLUM🫦 4:29PM Aem, where tf r u?

Alicent peers through your shoulder, fighting back a small chuckle. "Don't worry, darling. He's probably kept in the kitchen." she comforted, pressing a soft hand on your shoulder. You smile for a bit, before remembering that he had no cooking skills.

"Yeah, in our family it's mostly the men who cook." Rhaenyra adds while combing through Jahaera's hair. She always wanted a daughter of her own, but after her recent miscarriage — she and her boyfriend never tried for another baby again. "Well, you'll find me cooking in our house more often." you attempt to stand up, feeling your phone buzz slightly.

ThomasDee_Targ69 4:43PM Do me a favor and don't go inside the kitchen.

Your eyebrows furrowed. What were they doing?

Helaena talks for the first time this evening. "They're probably making a nice surprise for the kids," she gave you a small smile, before returning back to stitching. You decided in that very moment, that you liked Helaena. She was put-together, and it was rare to see a child of 17 do that.

———

Harwin remained squatted on the floor, his hands were pressed to his chin as he attempted to create a worthy alibi. "Sherlock, you better save our asses." Laenor cursed, already down to his seventh glass of wine. He was clearly panicked with the idea of killing someone. Daemon couldn't resist a chuckle, remembering the enemies that Laenor used to slay.

"I can't think with you yelling, Watson." the man spat, returning back to his thoughts. Daemon assumed that there would be more bad-blood between them, but there was happily none. They acted like an old married couple most of the time. "We've been here for thirty-fucking minutes, he could have a concussion." he laid out while taking another sip of his wine. Laenor needed something stronger. Tequila or vodka? Anything that would take his mind off the situation.

"He doesn't." Daemon piped, knowing the first signs of a concussion. Laenor rolled his eyes again, "How do you know that? Harwin has the hand of a fucking bull." he cursed again and Harwin raised his fist, showing that his hand was indeed big. "This big fucking hand is about to meet your face if you don't shut up." he threatened, earning a chuckle from Daemon.

"I have a plan." Harwin tilted his head. "I'll carry this S.O.B up to the guest room, until he wakes up. Make sure that they are all distracted." he explained and Daemon nodded. The plan was a little faulty, but he could feign innocence if they were ever caught.

"What does S.O.B mean?" Daemon frowned, and Harwin looked at the both of them. "Son of a bitch." he replied, watching as both of the man cringed.

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[sukunasun]

i haven't stopped thinking about drug dealer choso he's plaguing my brain everything you say about him is so true. if you're up for it could we get some more thoughts about him? if not, no worries 💗 your writing's amazing and i've read through your masterlist so many times, ufc sukuna is the one i seem to come back to all the time

you admit you've always been on the outskirts. the audience looking at actors play out a scene that you were never a part of, these were the ones 'living' life and you were just observing it. never given a second thought, skipped over, tossed to the side. why did you even dress up for this lame party when not a single guy glanced your way, talked to you, or even noticed you. could have just studied and finished your homework with those precious hours given away.

maybe you should feel lucky, you were never cheated on, nor had sex with someone and regretted it...theres a luxury of privacy and being on your own. the freedom that comes when there's no one to answer to, no one to be responsible for, no one who could break your heart...

despite knowing you should just keep your opinion to yourself, you can't help but say it, "you know those things will kill you," you say matter of factly, in that know it all tone you've become so accustomed to using around him. or rather people like him. it's no secret choso's got one thing on his mind, making deals and running a business, maybe beating up a few individuals in between. with money to make and a family to feed, he's a grown adult allowed to do whatever he wants to his body, what's with this sudden possessiveness, this need to intervene.

you don't try to fantasize about the possibility of more, he's not someone worth getting involved with. dates in hidden spots and having to sneak around like this, choso having to watch his back at every turn, only calling or texting when he's got that tiny bit of free time in his packed schedule, on the run from everyone and everything.

he probably doesn't even hear you over the music, and will probably ignore you the way everyone else does. but choso turns to you then, just in time to exhale a slither of smoke from his lips, "it's just weed," he replies, raising an eyebrow at you in lieu of a challenge. and surprisingly, you persist.

"whatever, i wouldnt know, ive never touched weed. ever." and you're so proud of it too, there was no time or energy to get involved with such things. you were always so good, so reserved.

"would you like a hit?" he asks, smoke lingering around him. "c'mere, just once, it won't hurt a bit.." he doesn't wait for your response, pulling you into his lap with practiced ease instead, a tug on your legs and you're fitted against his hips like you belong there. loves the little surprised squeal that leaves your lips and the way your shorts ride up and stretch snugly around your ass, your hips, but choso glimpses at the knee socks fondly, they're the best part.

he reaches out for the rolled blunt before inhaling, eyeing your nervous expression all the while. your chest rising and falling with pupils blown wide as you take him in. he looks so sinful like this, bet he tastes like it too, with his half-lidded eyes and mussed-up hair. that scar across his face calling out for your fingers, for your gentle touch. “comfy?” he asks, and god, his voice is so deliciously low your thighs start clenching, a throbbing at your core making itself known when pressed so close to him. heartbeat so loud he can feel it thumping, oh you want him so bad, you want him and you'd do anything he’d ask. you know he feels it, a man like him must have had plenty of women in your position, a slight jab to the chest when wondering if you're just another one in a long line of escapades. how many more were lured by his offer.

"i don't even know how you do that," you chew on your lip, feeling like a loser that never did anything remotely exciting, all the experiences you've missed out on.

"i'll show you," choso brings the blunt up to his lips, taking a hit while keeping the smoke in. you shiver when he comes closer, lips hovering over yours, and then he kisses you. with a fragility, a tenderness, who knew choso was capable of such. at the first touch, he gently pries your lower lip open with his thumb, his tongue grazing and licking for a taste. slowly then, a puff of smoke flows into your mouth, your breaths sucking it down your throat and it burns a little, warm and green, definitely too strong for your liking, but he kisses you through it. white drifting from where you meet, pulling and swirling all around along with your gentle whines, keening, and pleading for more.

your lips fit so well together you think and hope he’s enjoying it as much, he’s your teacher after all, your only teacher, from this first kiss to every other chaste peck and languid drag thereafter.

“fuck..." you whisper when he pulls away, lips swollen and a line of spit bridging the space in between. choso chases for one more kiss, one more taste, even after you've parted. the music continues to play through the speakers and the lights stay dimmed, his apartment's small, and a little messy, but he's been occupied with thinking about you, wanting to get close, with no time for moving boxes and vacuuming.

but you wouldn't want to be anywhere else, it is this exact paradise of old worn out couches and a window overlooking the city, a stage for your belated coming-of-age rituals, smoking for the first time and it hadn't been bad or harmful, you weren't coughing up smoke and sputtering over the detriment of your health. only tasting just what makes him so addictive, so much so you wonder why you're still not up and running far, far away from this man.

"that was...nice..." you say, breathless, you can hear your teenage self gasping internally, appalled but so tempted and driven mad with excitement, with thrill. a younger you would be eating out of his hand in a second.

it was sexy and hot and so fucking exhilarating, what else would he make you do, how many more things could he show you, and if only the rest of tokyo could do anything about it, bearing witness to this tricky, undefined balancing act, watching just how eager, how willing you are to give in, to take the risk, to the ease with which he calls to you and you limp into his arms like lamb unknowingly being carried to a slaughterhouse.

he doesn't say anything then, speechless, mind empty except for thoughts of you, “wanna do it again?” he heaves, and you nod—eyes wide and lustful, longing. biting a moan back at his touch when he finally grabs at your bottom, rough hands against smooth, plump skin, your hair tied up, t-shirt bunching around your chest when he can't help himself, burrowing his nose there and sniffing in lungfuls of your scent like some wild animal, like he's been starved of it, feeling the cool press of the necklace he gave you, sitting nestled in your cleavage. you're so fucking pretty like this he thinks, and who is he in comparison, a terrible influence, tainting you with weed one day and the rest of his fucked up ways the next, kissing you like his life depends on it because it does, who is he to make you fall, he has no other choice, he needs it, he needs your lips more than you'd ever need a brute like him, would you ever forgive him— “yes, always yes,” you reply, you beg, all until the joint's at its end and then some.

#happy belated valentines day! #and thank you so much for liking mma sukuna!! #miss choso so much i should start writing him more #ask #anon #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #choso #choso x reader #choso hcs #drug dealer choso

[locallixie]

homesick — ni-ki

> summary . after a few years of being away all across the globe, you're finally home again. continuation of this

> genre . fluff, light angst, time-skip, future au, friends-to-lovers, young adult!niki, gn!reader

> warnings . none

(wc) > 2.0k

(sunny's note) ☆ this had been sitting in my drafts for way too long, writing something lighthearted for a changeㅠㅠ

"Are you coming home for the new year?" You sat by the window of your small studio, it was around the end of December and you had already spent Christmas alone in the states.

You held the phone close to your ear as you changed position, "I'm not sure, there might be no flight." Sighing, running a hand through your hair. "It's been really hectic lately, and I just don't know if I can even have time for myself anymore."

With work and work on your hands, piling up everyday leaving you with only exhaustion and anxiety. You barely had any sleep the last few days, up with a cold cup of half finished coffee and a banging headache. After graduation was years-long of regrets and wanting more in life, student debts, rent and all the adulting.

Experiencing your quarter-life crisis after getting your first full-time job in a ruthless industry, questioning everything and your own existence was all of 'what went wrong?' But sure, of course you got used to it by the time your income was stable enough to put food on the table.

You lost contact with everyone from home, you picked up your relatives' calls once or twice every couple months. On your birthday or on holidays to catch up on things. Social medias just farther validating your loneliness, with close friends and family having fun with their superficial online lives that rubbed it in your face on every post. Fomo? Probably.

"I'll buy you a plane ticket, please come home, I haven't seen you in forever." He offered, the goodness in your heart wouldn't let him do that though.

Grabbing your face in defeat at his presistence, "No, no, you don't have to do that. I'll come home, alright?"

You could sense his demeanor softening when he finally got what he wanted, you even heard a little giggle slipped through the speaker of your phone. He knew what he was doing, he knew how you operate all too well. You had a soft spot for him and he used it to his advantage. Like to convince you of flying almost twenty hours from across the world back home for the holidays.

"I'll see you soon then, I'll come pick you up from the airport." Before hanging up, "I miss you a lot, [Y/N]. Bye."

You sighed in your place, you were taught to not make promises you couldn't keep. You would be disappointing him if you didn't show up like you told, the begging and desperation that laced in his voice was enough to break you. He really wanted to see you again, after having to watch the love of his life driving away without a return being consider, you should know why.

There weren't many flights available during a busy time like this, arriving late a day or two was expected. Lucky you, you were able to book a plane ticket right before the end of December.

You packed up most of your stuff into one big suitcase, the rest into a large duffle bag that went on top. Going home empty-handed might be disrespectful, you didn't forget to stock up a quarter of your luggages of solely gifts and trinkets you found on the way home during flight transit.

How long have it been? Three or five years, could not remember. Texts and calls from Riki, you failed to response. His dedication and patience left you with nothing but guilts, you felt bad for the poor boy but it seemed he refused to quit.

He should have been mad at you, but he was just not, stating that he understood and nothing more. You wouldn't blame him if he were to be upset at you, if his red face was the anger resulting from being ignore or left on read as you did too many time to count.

If only he screamed and cried, or blew up on you would you be relieved. No, he kept on texting you and calling whenever he felt you were available enough to talk, it made you felt like you were the worst person to ever exist.

How have you been? Were you coming home anytime soon? Have you been feeling lonely or homesick even? All the words he sent from across the world did nothing to comfort you, still, it kept you going.

He looked so happy on all his Instagram posts, he should move on from you and live his life since he was doing well without you around. Maybe, you were holding him back? 'Cause...you didn't think you have ever seen him smiling this bright before.

Walking out of the door, to the main exit of the airport with you luggages in hand. Your mind was blank and off to somewhere after over hours of flying, eyebags adorned your drowsy eyes.

"[Y/N]!" Hearing your name from a voice of much familarity, it sounded like a daydream and was nowhere near real. Snapped, breaking your afternoon daze and the flowiness you felt in your head. In a large crowd ahead, you spotted him.

It tugged on your heartstrings in a split second, he was all grown and no longer the immature little child you once see him as. Your sweet Riki, where had he gone to!

Standing next to him, his stature almost overshadowed yourself. He used to stand to your chin, you would always rub the top of his head. But now, he was strong enough to throw you over his shoulder. You were terrified of the younger's sudden boldness, hiding your face as you two kept attracting weird looks from outsiders.

"Riki, put me down, people are looking at us." You whispered in his ear, your face blushing crazily as you felt yourself getting hotter and hotter the more he held you close. Your hands holding onto the rough fabric of his trench coat, one of your arm around his neck for security—which he laid a kiss that went unnoticed.

Putting you on your feet, he took a good look at your entire being. "Oh wow, you changed quite a bit." Of course, you did. Might he had forgotten it have been a long while which felt like an eternity at this point, seeing you right there in front of his very eyes was a surreal experience. Not that he had somehow forgot your appearance, or the bashful expression of yours with both your cheeks flushed in a lovely pink. You, being here in flesh and bones was far-fetched to say the least.

You sure looked a little different to what his memories told, but the thing that stayed the same was the way you still made his heart helplessly crying for love. Broken him once or twice, disappointed him when you left saying that there was nothing else for you here. Yet, his feelings stuck around nonetheless. Tokyo, Seoul, New York, or Sydney, would never feel as magical as having you beside him.

The radio could not dissolve or help with the thick atmosphere between the two of you, looking out of the window of roads and cars was far more easy than talking to him in a private space. You could see him glancing at you once in a while, his fingers around the steering wheel when all it wanted was to hold your hands.

"How was America, seems like you had fun." Riki began.

You sighed, darting your eyes farther into the scenery outside. You did not have fun, you were miserable. But what else could you do, there was nothing left for you here as you already said before. What other choices did you have beside from leaving? None, you had none. You didn't want to be a burden, not to your family, not to your friends, and definitely not to Riki.

You packed up all you had left in your possession, and left the country and everything you ever knew. Hoping that the U.S would give you another chance to re-do everything, give you another shot at life before you decide to fall. You wanted to be in a place where no one know of you, where you could make new memories and finally letting go of your past.

Completely lost in a new world, you adjusted to your unfamiliar environment with much difficulties. There were time, you must admit, you were so sick to the point you were tied down to your bed. With only yourself to rely on, life was hard. But hey, you pulled through and you should be proud of yourself for doing so.

Little did you know, you weren't the only one who was severely homesick. He too, was just as homesick as you were. 'Cause you were his home, the one person in the world he was happy to see every-time life was in a shamble. Being in your embrace gave him the old feeling of being carried to bed after falling asleep during the car ride home. How could he be okay when his home was so far away from him? The warmth and comfort that left him cold and lonesome every time winter come by for a visit, missing someone as he admire the summer rainfall.

You had enough courage to look at him now, "What about you, what's going on for you?"

"I'm finishing college soon, all the things undergraduates have to deal with." Riki told. To be totally honest, he has no idea of what he wanted to do next after getting his college degree. Whatever life would lead him to, letting it freely flow and undisrupted.

And silent it went once more, exchanging looks as if to tell each other unspoken thoughts that should be kept locked away. Let life flow freely, you should not disrupt it. What had been set in motion, could not be change.

"I love you, [Y/N]." Blurting out, there were too many thoughts running across his head that words just spill out all it wanted with no sense of control left over. He didn't cry, even though he desperately wanted to. His heart already wept all its tears for him, it did so he could stay strong and say all the loveliest things about you.

The car stopped at the red light, giving you time to make up your mind. Say the right thing! If you couldn't, let your heart speak for yourself just this once. Right before the timer hit one, you pulled his collar toward you, pressing your lips against his. You could not bare to face the world in your view, to keep yourself from falling apart you shut both your eyes tight.

Three or five years, too long to hide. You knew everything changed, in the way Riki would look at you, or the way he used his language that gently hinting the love he has for you was becoming overwhelming. If love hurt this much, why did it feel so good to be able love someone? Tell him that it was okay to miss you this much, that it was okay to feel pain, that everything was okay 'cause you love him too.

Beep! Beep! The vehicles behind his car was starting to blow on their horns in anger. For a minute, you both forgot about everyone else. Pulling away from each other in a panic, he went back to driving. You couldn't help but laugh, chuckling yourself away after not being able to do so for an unbearable amount of time. You had never felt so contented and naturally happy, you wanted to just indulge yourself in this feeling forever.

"What are you laughing at, are you laughing at me?" He smiled, one hand on the steering wheel the other holding yours sweetly.

This, this was the moment he was looking forward to for long. His long for home was ending when you came back, he no longer feared being far away. Where ever you might be tomorrow, you had his heart to keep you company. And in turn, he had yours. But for tonight, please keep him company with your presence.

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[whumplovers-collaborate]

Fandom List 1 — Whumpy Works created for the Multimedia Summer Exchange in the Whumplovers Collaborate server

This list features Whumpy art and writing for the following fandoms: Batman — All Media Types, Arrow (TV 2012), Star Wars — All Media Types, Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Good Omens (TV), White Collar (TV 2009), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types, Teen Wolf, The Professionals (TV 1977), MCU

Original Work List — Fandom List 2 — Fandom List 3

Fandom: Batman — All Media Types

Writing

Lament of the Fallen by Llisona

Tim makes a mistake. He carelessly spoke a few words that nearly caused the downfall of Gotham, However, it came with a life-changing discovery. Like Pandora's Box, beneath all the tragedy was the gentle light of hope.

Lament of the Living by Llisona

There's a new drug in town called Dolor Tristitiae, and Dick is oh so lucky to get dosed with it. Feeling the worst he has in ages, he wanders to a place he hasn't visited in far too long. But what happens when the Red Hood makes an appearance?

Little Bird in a Frozen Nest by Llisona 

Mr. Freeze's villainous plans are progressing rather well (despite the hired help's incompetence), and the night looks like it will pass smoothly. Or at least it would've if a little Robin hadn't stumbled upon his operation. This makes things a whole lot more complicated.

Suffer for the Sacrifice by Llisona 

Jason's kidnapped right under the Bats' wings, and he knows what comes next. Unfortunately for him, Black Mask wants it drawn out.

Hope So Fragile by Llisona

Dick has fallen into the hands of traffickers who have no qualms about keeping this piece of merchandise in one piece.

Deck the Halls by Rookblonkorules

It's Christmas time and Cassandra has taken it upon herself to track down an errant member of the family.

the making of a family by Rookblonkorules

Jason did something stupid. He made a mistake and now he wasn't sure of his place in the family anymore.

Past Experience by Rookblonkorules

He thinks he might be dying.

Again.

Lights, Camera... Action! by Rookblonkorules

When Bruce finds himself in a difficult situation, he plans to sit tight until an opportunity to free himself comes.

That's not what happens.

run away to mars by deargalileo

there was someone in his apartment. someone on his nice new couch, bleeding out. jason's couch, that was specifically not available to bleeding birdies.

The boy's too young- by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

-to be singing the blues.

Damian is dying. Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne's biological son, is dying. Damian Wayne Al Ghul, Jason Todd's baby brother, is dying.

Jason can only pray he saves him in time.

No light, no light by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

On the one day everyone (and he means everyone) is out of town, Bruce Wayne gets kidnapped. Not Brucie. Not Batman. Bruce Wayne. To make matters worse, no one knows he's by himself in Gotham, something he was regretting terribly right now.

Is he going to get himself out in time or will this be the end to Bruce Wayne?

Burning up and breaking down by ilike_color @graham-cracker-guillotine

Jason was so tired. Actually, he was past tired and just plain exhausted. The sweltering Gotham heat was not helping. He would do anything for a nap. Just five hours of sleep and he would be good to go. Three. Three hours of sleep, even.

The Color Yellow Is No Longer Allowed Near Jason. Ever. by KnightRadiant16

Jason gets into a fight with Bruce and two days later he's killing innocents. These two things have nothing to do with each other. Jason's only hope is that his family realizes this before it's too late.

Gotham’s A Terrible Place For A Child by ProfessorWorm

Bruce Wayne finds an injured Jason Todd trying to steal his tires and takes him home. Please check the tags and warnings before reading.

Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)

Writing

Seeing Red by Rookblonkorules

Roy Harper recovers in the company of strangers.

Fandom: Star Wars — All Media Types

Writing

I'll Take My Heart Clean Apart (If it Helps Yours Beat) by shadowhuntingdauntlessdemigod

In which everyone blames Fox for the Senate bombings. Everyone except his brothers, who, almost frustratingly so, keep trying to convince him otherwise.

On the Road to Corvus by POTFFAN 

Set in an alternate universe where Ahsoka agrees to train Grogu, the former Jedi is finding it difficult to connect with her padawan.

Especially when his former protector shows up sick and injured.

Oh to own my soul by Livingblurr @livingblurr

He couldn’t, no, it was just a trick. He couldn’t stand another time where his body was betraying him. He had to put an end to it.

Or

Rex goes undercover as pleasure slave during their covert mission on Zygerria. The aftermath is far from pretty.

We work with what we have by Wolviecat

The infirmary was quiet, clean, empty. Everything was in it's place, nothing planed for the next couple of days. Mercy was sleeping in one of the cots. He should know there are troubles nearby.

Art

Sasha's Treat by Anonymous

WolvieCat's Treat by Anonymous 

Novemberrain's Treat by Anonymous

Behind enemy lines by John_in_Art

Stranded behind the enemy lines, there were little Kix could do that to stop the bleeding, make sure he’s not in pain, and hope Rex is strong enough to survive until they would be found.

(Inspired by s02e10 The Deserter)

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Writing

loved you never (mourning forever) by pineapple_vel

Steve's fine. He's always fine, he's the one who takes the hits and gets back up. Sure, this might be a harder hit than most, but he'll manage... as long as no one else catches on. (Jonathan might ruin that for him.)

Delicately Intertwined by pineapple_vel

After so long apart, and with everything that's happened, Jonathan's just eager to see his both of his partners alive and well. The 'well' part turns out to be highly debatable, and not as easily fixable as Jonathan would like it to be.

Jump into the fire (for the ones you love) by Siegrrun @siegrrun

The credits started to roll and Steve opened his mouth to suggest dinner. And that's when he heard the scream.

Or, There's a fire in the mall. And one of Steve's kids is missing

Fevered Dreams by Siegrrun @siegrrun

Steve talked in his sleep. It was something Joyce noticed very quickly.

Or, Steve has a fever. Joyce takes care of him.

Art

Fin's Treat by Anonymous

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy (TV)

Writing

to be loved (is a wonderful thing indeed) by Rookblonkorules 

Five can't accept that, this time, they might actually be safe.

when the cards are down by Rookblonkorules

And he wishes that he could say “I’m fine” and he wishes that that could be the truth, but the truth is, Klaus hasn’t been fine for a very long time.

Diego Hurries His Ass Up by KlanceMcMullet 

A scene rewrite of Klaus's rescue/Eudora's no longer death scene. I did my best here to keep the ending of the scene mostly consistent with the show's.

Mind Control by Siegrrun @siegrrun

Five doesn't remember falling asleep. But he does remember- Blood coating his hands, his face, his hair.

Or, Five was under mind control. This is the aftermath.

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Writing

To Walk Through Heaven by Siegrrun @siegrrun

The truth was, being in heaven hurt.

Or, Heaven is a holy place. It shouldn't come as a surprise that being there would be quite painful for demons. Takes place at the end of s1

Where's My Angel by KnightlyCross (unearthed_loverboy)

Inspired by Where's My Love - SYML

Art

Crowley's Night Alone (ART) by chreemy_froot

(Art only) The demon had stumbled over his feet in the alley, a strong haze creeping in through his peripheral. Blood gushed from the wounds canvassing his body, bruises splattered like paint beneath the demon's suit. Crowley's sodden clothing had stuck to his limbs like a second skin the moment rain pounded the city around him, mixing with tears and washing the blood from his hair as the world went dark.

Fandom: White Collar (TV 2009)

Writing

keep your head above water (just a little longer) by Mayflower12

Every once in a while Neal spaces out, headache making it hard to think, forgets to paddle, and is rewarded with a lung full of water. Exhaustion weighs on his limbs like rocks threatening to drag him under.

But he can’t give up, any moment now Peter will come and take him home. El will make him something nice and warm and then he can fall asleep in his wonderfully soft bed…

He slips below the surface.

“Peter, I…” by Silver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy 

Peter didn’t even notice that Neal had been shot.

“You have five hours” bySilver_Treats (SuperSilverSpy), SuperSilverSpy

Neal got kidnapped, and his captors mean business…

Peter gets to watch ✨

Fandom: Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types

Writing

When It's Dire by pineapple_vel

Percy's got to be tired; he's been doing this all day. Annabeth just has to get to him, and then it'll all be fine.

The Goddess Of Love Built A Maze (We Think) by KnightlyCross (unearthed_loverboy) 

Annabeth ends up at Percy's apartment, and so does Aphrodite, Goddess of Love. Together, Percy and Annabeth go on a mission for Aphrodite's lost girdle.

Art

Nullify's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Writing

Back Again by FoofsterRoonie @foofsterroonie @foofsterwolf

You know you have to do this. It’s the only way to keep him safe,” The more aggressive man kneels in front of him, a smile on his face. That information is the only thing keeping him going. If he stops, he will lose someone else. He can’t do that.

Stiles survives being tortured but finds the battle isn't over yet.

Art

Foofster's Treat by Anonymous 

Fandom: The Professionals (TV 1977)

Writing

99percent’s Whump Gift by The11tailed

Gift for 99.

Missing Scene for the11tailed by Biarritz

The whump that should have happened in "The Purging of CI5".

Fandom: MCU

Writing

Shock Symptoms by Aquamaris @aquamaris

Peter's encounter with The Shocker goes a little bit differently than he anticipates.

adie syndrome by vicspeaks

[Daredevil fic]

#whump #whump writing #fanfiction #whump discord server #WLC #exchange #multimedia exchange #Batman — All Media Types #Arrow (TV 2012) #Star Wars — All Media Types #Stranger Things (TV 2016) #The Umbrella Academy (TV) #Good Omens (TV) #White Collar (TV 2009) #Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types #Teen Wolf #The Professionals (TV 1977) #MCU #Art #fic #whumpy art #whumpblr #whump community #whump exchange

[sweetperversiongirl]

Ian Gallagher has the gait of a large and formidable predator. He's always been like that. Even at 15, he looked like a skinny teenage Bengal tiger.

Mickey remembers every movement, every curve of that muscular and strong body, every freckle on his milky skin. He remembers the sun reflecting in that fiery red hair, making it look like unstoppable raging flames.

Once upon a time, he allowed himself to fly too high. Like the brave but reckless Icarus.

He didn't just burn his wings. Mickey lost his head and burned to the ground, leaving behind only a pathetic handful of ashes. For a moment he thought that was all, but he quickly realized how cruelly mistaken he had been. Even separated from Ian by hundreds of miles, he continues to burn, but he still doesn't regret one minute, one fleeting moment spent near this man.

Mickey sits on the tiled floor of the Guanajuato cat shelter and thinks about what his life has become. Where once Mickey simply survived to continue his miserable existence, now his priorities have drastically changed. Now there's more to his personal world than just him. Somewhere far away, in the Windy City, lives the one and only person for whom Mickey is willing to do anything. That doesn't mean he'll throw himself in front of bullets for Ian. More accurately, of course, he wouldn't hesitate to do so if it were a matter of protecting, of saving. But Mickey knows it's easy to die for another man. It's much harder to go on living away from half his heart for the sake of making that person happy.

A local old-timer, a ginger tom cat named Rusty, sits across from Mickey and scrutinizes him with intelligent green eyes. Rusty has lived here for a long, long time, probably most of his life, and so far no one has wanted to take him in. The shelter's owner, Maria, didn't have the courage to get rid of an animal whose gaze literally penetrates deep into the soul of everyone Rusty bestows his precious attention on. In fact, there have been very few such people over the years, and somehow Mickey has been lucky enough to be among them.

He has no idea how he earned the favor of this willful beast. Hell, Mickey doesn't even know why he came to this rescue shelter in the first place, months ago. Since then, however, he and Rusty have become real friends. Of course, as much as that's even possible with cats. Mickey doesn't quite understand why he's become so attached to this snooty bastard. Maybe it's the fiery red hair, or the green eyes, or the fact that Mickey needs a friend, and he's getting pretty bored with human companionship.

And no, Rusty doesn't make Mickey think about Gallagher more often. Simply because you can't think about anyone more than every second of your existence.

Rusty is as independent and arrogant as any member of the feline family. Unlike Ian, he is not looking for someone to be important to him. He doesn't try to be important to anyone. He is completely self-sufficient, unless, of course, he takes into account senile arthritis and progressive deafness. Mickey teases him affectionately, calling the cat Firecrotch.

Now he has to part with his furred friend forever, and it makes Mickey's stomach twist painfully. But now someone else needs him. Someone who once left a gaping hole in his chest that no one, not even Rusty, can ever fill.

Lowering his gaze, Mickey looks down at the cat and reaches out one last time to touch his fingers to the soft, age-tarnished red hair.

"I hope you'll forgive me, buddy."

Rusty's emerald eyes radiate what Mickey would call understanding and appreciation. He could, if he really believed that animals were capable of something like that. Perhaps Mickey has just never encountered true blind devotion before. The realization of this fact makes parting with Rusty even more painful, but Mickey will make sure his friend lives his life in comfort and convenience. The considerable sum he intends to leave to Maria will clearly help him in this. He trusts this woman. At least as far as her wards are concerned.

Mickey holds out an envelope full of cash to the landlady.

"Take care of him. Please."

Closing the door behind him, Mickey finds himself in a narrow alleyway, red-hot from the midday Mexican sun. He looks up at the pale blue sky, squinting against the bright light. No, he doesn't feel like Icarus. More like a phoenix ready to rise from the ashes.

It's time for him to run. He's been doing it for as long as he can remember. Mickey is always running from someone: from Terry, from Svetlana and the baby, from the one true love of his life, Ian. And now he's running from the cartel.

He has no idea how this epic marathon will end for him, but he's very tired.

But this time, a glimmer of illusory hope flickers in his wounded and broken heart. Hope that this escape will be the beginning of something really important.

#gallavich #shameless #ian x mickey #photobash #aiart

[synthetickitsune]

onewe + the little things

Yonghoon ❧ There’s hardly a better feeling than just vibing with someone. To match energies, to have someone hype you up when endorphins are high and someone to pat your back when the days are blue. You see the effort it usually takes Yonghoon to stay calm. But not when you want to read or watch something, when you just crave lying down and relaxing. When he snuggles up to you and wraps his arms around you, head in the crook of your neck, you can feel the energy buzzing just under his skin. You’ve told him many times to just go do whatever but he doesn’t. He calms down soon enough; he’s confessed to you before that he sometimes has a hard time relaxing but that with you it’s so easy. And you get that - on the rare occasion he needs to recharge, no matter if you were bouncing off the walls just minutes before, as soon as you hug him from behind and lean your head on his back, your body reacts and soothes itself. And when it’s the other way around? Nothing’s more natural than supporting your boyfriend when he’s happy and vice versa. You’re never alone when the desire for adventure and fun hits, he always has your back and hypes you up, supports you unconditionally. Maybe it’s just a coincidence that since you’ve started dating there’s been an increase in the good days, but you don’t think so.

Harin ❧ You’ve often felt unimportant in your life. A side character in your own story that cameras wouldn’t focus on for more than a few seconds. Hence why you sometimes think he must be reading your mind or truly be your other half that was missing. They say that if it’s important to you, you should take pictures. And Harin’s the living definition of the saying. It makes you shy, the sudden attention. Not a day goes by without him taking at least one photo of you. Anywhere and anytime you might find yourself on the other side of his camera or his phone, his smiling face hidden by the device. He likes it when you don’t catch on straight away. You don’t really approve of his love for candid shots of you - they just seem so awkward to you. You know you could pose better, fix your hair, smile without your teeth, and yet he treasures them the most, treasures the closest thing to a real you that he can get in a picture. Even so he always asks your permission to keep them - any photo of you, and he checks, once caught, that it’s okay to take pictures of you at all. How could you say no when his excitement shines through the shyness that comes with being caught? He never lets his impromptu photoshoots last too long, though - the real you he can hold and cherish is much more precious.

Kanghyun ❧ Everyone’s a little different. Everyone has different triggers and everyone finds different aspects of life difficult. It’s important to find a good match - someone to compliment your own set of strengths and weaknesses. You’ve been lucky enough to find Hyungu. Although he’s just as shy, you’re strangely compatible. It's like magic. He's surprisingly good at approaching people first, establishing contact and getting over the awkwardness, and then it's your turn. Once the first steps are made, it's easier to talk, and most importantly to make sure everyone is included. Hyungu is naturally quiet, but you still check on him and make sure he's not feeling left out. With this system, there are rarely any regrets - people you wanted to approach but couldn't, or things he wanted to say but didn't because he felt like he would be interrupting. It makes you appreciate one another, but also yourself. It's easier to acknowledge your strength when you're using it to support someone. Similarly, no one could be more reassuring than Hyungu when introducing you to his friends and family, your hand securely in his. In turn you stick to him whenever your family invites you over, and remind him that they love him almost as much as you do, and you both discreetly roll your eyes at your grandma scolding you both for being quiet.

Dongmyeong ❧ If a relationship could be the equivalent of floating on clouds, of always standing in the warm rays of the sun without getting sunburned, of eating cotton candy without getting your fingers and face sticky with sugar, it’d be this one. You’re not letting Dongmyeong go - ever. Sometimes it scares you. But how could you not fall hard when it’s a sweet good morning text every day, a message praising you for your hard work some time later, and exchanging goofy selfies throughout the day. Reminders to drink water, to eat, to take breaks. He takes care of you just like you take care of him. He’s attentive, he always knows when something’s wrong. And he notices the small things, it doesn’t matter if you’re only just trying out something new. It’s genuine compliments and appreciation. Even if the experiment doesn’t work out, he’s proud that you found the courage to try something new. You’re each other’s biggest supporters. To be there for one another is the foundation of the relationship. You nurture each other, grow together as you get over obstacles. Love can’t always win, sometimes the problems can get so big that they can’t be fixed. You’re terrified of it happening to you. And so does Dongmyeong - so you work together. There’s no reason to worry when things are good, to pop the serene bubble of your loving relationship yourselves. It’s just the two of you, and there’s nothing easier than loving each other.

Giuk ❧ There's comfort to be found in familiarity, in symbols, in things that remind you of something or someone, and it's fortunate that both you and Giuk agree on that. It’s a shame that you only discovered it after weeks of beating around the bush. Better late than never, though. It started off small. A blue heart-shaped pin on the bag you carry everywhere. A leopard-print socks. You were hiding them from your boyfriend at first, until you saw him wearing a pin shaped like the emoji he has saved next to your name in his contacts. Then it got more obvious - a scarf with his favorite pattern for you and a figurine of your favorite animal for him. He keeps it on his table; says it reminds him of you. It’s only natural that the situation now is matching accessories, a few couple outfits. It’s nice. You love hiding your hands in your sweater paws knowing that the twin of the shirt is currently worn by him. It calms you down, and he later admits to feeling the same way. Yet as much as you like matching, you both agree that the little secret symbols are more meaningful. It might seem random to your friends that you always carry around a blue pick and panic if you can’t find it, or that you always smile when it rains. If only they knew.

#onewe #onewe scenarios #onewe reactions #onewe imagines #onewe x reader #onewe fluff #onewe ot5

[kokorowoutsu]

-- RP: @skullboneandunown

skullboneandunown:

Flannery nods, patting an Ultra Ball on her belt. "Yup! Ashe asked a while back if I could take him, and I caught him after Momo beat him in a battle. I'm curious to what his reaction will be to Willow considering literally every Pokemon she meets loves her." She rups her chin for a moment before speaking again. "Now that I think about it, Willow would love the foresty...jungle? areas around Routes 118 and 119." Charles listens to her patiently, and gives her a soft smile as she pauses to show him the knife. "This is all new to you, young Grandcrest. Nobody can fault you for feeling overwhelmed and scared." He turns to look at the backdoor, to where Donovan's parents are. "I know for a fact Lily and Charlie went through so much panic and fear. Donovan was quite.... reckless when he was Willow's age, you see. They were so sure they weren't doing enough, or were doing everything wrong." "Well, there's no reason you can't help her learn how to interact with the world as she learns herself. I think you're doing yourselves and Willow a service by seeking help." He gently takes her hand, giving her a smile, and nods in understanding. "You have my word, I will see to it that she receives the best education we can provide. I suggested to your husband that if you feel up to it, you are more than welcome to come see the school before fall comes."

"I knew he had found a home but I wasn't sure where. Good to know he's in good hands." A smile appears on his features. "I'm looking forward to the challenge. I'd like to request you challenge me with Pele as well... I want to see how far her training has come from a fire-type specialist." He didn't regret giving the Skeledirge to Flannery, but he did wonder if Flannery could bring out her full potential. "Other then that... hit me with everyone you have. My team and I can take you on any time." He fell quiet however when he saw Donovan's parents leave and his smile faded into a concerned expression.

Ashe offered a shaky sigh at Xavier's words. Her emotions were enough to have Kumiko appear and wrap herself in a way around Ashe as a few tears were shed. "I just... I just want my daughter to live a life where she can face this world head-on without fear. I never... ever want her to go through the doubts that plagued me for so long." Had it not been for Leon and Lucky's evolution -- she would have been so lost -- so very lost. "She teaches me everyday to be stronger... and I want her to be happy. I know sometimes she isn't. She misses where she was born... but we can never go back there." She admits with a sigh. "... But yes, please, let us come and check out your school. My family insists on pushing her in the direction of aura and empathy but I think... she's meant for something else. Intuition as a mother, I guess."

Ashe offers a faint smile and hears Kumiko thrum lightly in recognition. "... Honestly I just hope she can make friends." With that she takes one hand to wipe her tears away and gently pats his hand before pulling her own hands back. "I think... making friends with people will be her most difficult hurdle. It was mine and with how she acts with such an affinity for pokemon... it likely will be hers, but if she can conquer it... she'll be the best of me and Leon. Maybe even her godparents and everyone else she's learning from."

#skullboneandunown #ashe ;; ic #leon ;; ic

[emptybrainstuff]

Why is it that you don't date anyone anymore? Do you have a specific problem with that?

Yeah, i think. No, i know

What is it?

I would rather not say, don't you think everyone are subject to having some things to themselves? I think this is my little secret, something i don't want anyone to know. Not because I'm embarrassed but i just feel like it would be tainted or something if others knew. I want it to be something just between us, me and the person it concerns.

So, you're heartbroken?

Well to be straightforward, yes, I'm heartbroken. I don't think ik how to deal with it, it'll be my own little secret.

Will you reveal it to the concerned person though?

I don't have the guts to do that. Don't you think i would have done it long ago? When i actually could have? When they would have listened? Maybe a part of the reason that i was scared that they would actually listen. Ik i should regret not telling them but i can't bring myself to, just like how i can't, even now.

Have you found a remedy for your broken heart?

Nope, not yet. Every broken heart has its own remedy, its own solution, a unique one at that. For some ppl it's someone, for others it's something and for the other few, it's a dream. Yk ig people seek out the solution actually, for their own betterment and happiness, maybe most people do. Isn't that what life is? Human beings and their wants, their needs. And they spend the rest of their lives chasing to find the solution, a piece to solve the puzzle and salve their heart. I do too. My dreams. But that's not the cause of this broken heart.

Then?

A person. Or maybe i think it's actually my own actions. I rly dk. But yeah, a person.

So? Why don't you go and find your own solution?

You see... The thing is, i don't want to. I don't want to find the solution. Ik it sounds vaguely self-destructive but i don't want to. At least not now and maybe not for a long time... I think because in the subconscious or conscious whatever, i rly want the person to come back and maybe they are the only solution to ever exist for the mortifying pain. I don't think I'd want another solution even if it exists.

Honestly? I feel right at home with the mortifying pain. Am i a masochist?

idk but i don't think it matters.

Comfort. Isn't that what everyone wants? Comfort. Absence of the necessity to feel not judged. Because you know you won't be judged. That's what comfort is. The mortifying ordeal of being known. It's part scary and part exhilarating. It's a weird combination which makes you feel wonderful. Maybe that's what everyone wants. To feel special. To belong.

And this pain? The trickle of blood from the jagged edges where the pieces of my heart had been ripped out? Makes me feel.... Special. Wanted. Unique. Unjudged. It's stupid rly. To get addicted to pain. I can understand if it's another's pain. But your own? That's even sicker. Well, doesn't love make us sick?

It feels horribly wrong for someone else to fill that gaping wound instead of them. Not her soft hand closing the jagged wounds. But rather unfamiliar fingers touching the blood. It feels uncomfortable to even think abt it. Showing my heart to someone? That's easy, the whole, unbroken, full heart. This wretched thing held captive by my ribs? I can't show this to anyone. It's beautifully corrupted. By the hands i want around my neck. To corrupt me indeed, body and soul, mind and heart, skin and flesh. To be corrupted to the point where i can feel nothing but her warm breath, to hear nothing but her singing voice, to see nothing but her smile, to want nothing but her presence. Maybe, if I'm lucky, if truly fate is in its work, i would have the privilege to show her the art, that is my heart, she begot. But like i mentioned, i do not want to find the solution.

Why do you think i suffer alongside my heart with the memories once created? That stay in a place so so so close to reality that i think i might.. might as well go mad? Mad with love. Mad with hate. Mad with the memories my lonely mind created in solitude when you deserted us? Sorry.... when she deserted us. I suffer and suffer more not because of her but because of myself. The constant remembrance of words she bared which lay imprinted on the veins of my heart looks upon the liquid which was once considered precious flowing now with all its use drained from it. I read the same messages again and again hoping that i would find more reasons i could convince my hopeless heart about our love. I rethink all of the moments we spent together analysing what i could have said, what i should have said instead. Maybe then she'd come back.... As if she ever will. It's pathetic really. How i hope she'd return. What could i have said? What could i have done to make her stay, to want her to be by my side. At least to talk to me, talk with me. But what's the point of rethinking all of this when you know that she isn't gonna come back? But i do anyway.

I am just so so tired. I actually don't think I've spent even a single day without thinking about her. It's been more than six entire months. We used to not be able to stop talking to each other even for a day and look where we are now. More than a year. I thought, i really thought i meant more than that.

Don't you think if someone really wants something, they'd work for it? If you really want something, shouldn't you atleast try to make it work? It's cowardly to leave and escape the moment things turn a little bit sour. If it had been me, i would have worked for it, hard. Begged to try and make it work. Cause it was how much she meant to me, our friendship meant to me. It's pathetic tbh, how she was my everything and i didn't matter much after all. But- but how? Even if i mattered less, how was it so easy to just throw me away? Yk what maybe it's actually me. Maybe it's my fault that i would have tried to make it work no matter what. I'm glad, rly happy that she wanted to be better though. Maybe i shld learn how to do that. But what can I do when she is the one who made me better? Made me happy and satisfied and content even when everything was falling apart? It's stupid, it's stupid how much i crave her and that too not even physically but emotionally and mentally. I should have tried better. But I'm angry too. And I'm scared that the dam will one day burst open and spill all that anger at the worst time possible. So i bite tongue and push the words deep into my throat to keep it from spilling out. No matter what, I'll try, atleast try to keep that from happening again.

#love #heartbroken #heartbreak #rant post #rant #confession #confess your sins #lmao what's this? #ignore this smh #not proofread #sobbing my heart out #vision so blurry

[pomegranate-pen]

Stranded Chapter 1. Byegone Island

before we start, a few trigger warnings! 

this fanfic will include small bits of depression, parental issues and basically some childhood trauma. if you're uncomfortable with any of these subjects, it's best to not read this fanfic. the fanfic won't go super deep into it. but it will speak about it. anyways, with that said, enjoy this very long first chapter. 

Loud, bustling with cars and suffocating.

That’s what living in the city was like for you. Too much people, too many noises and way too many toxic gas that have become a replacement to the clear and refreshing oxygen.

Even though you've lived in it your whole life. Survived it for god knows how long, you still hated living here. You’d think you'd get used to it by now. But the complete opposite was attacking you instead.

You were getting frustrated with living there in every second. The more days you stayed, the more you wanted to leave. And every time your mouse is only one click away from buying you an apartment on a small, peaceful town. The more you feared on what will happen if you have truly left your home.

What would you even do? Get a place and pray to god that it'll be enough for you and luckily enough they'd be needing a veterinarian?  Could you even believe the online reviews about the neighborhood? Could you even-

"y/n?" the worried voice of your brother, Jason, snaps you out of your thoughts. “You doing ok there?"

You shook your head. "Nope. I feel like I'm about to die any second now." Jason chuckled at that. "Well, you're not the only one." he sighed.

He picks up the café menu and looks at it with boredom. Knowing that he'd order the same as usual anyway. Suddenly, his posture perked up a bit and his eyes brightened. "How did your interview go?"

With that, a deep frown settle on your face and your heart sank. Disappointment and shame coursed through your veins like a venom. "oh- uh..." you cleared your throat. ”it…it didn't really work out."

A look of sympathy crossed through the elder brother's face. Already regretting the question, he tried to find anything that could cheer her up.

"Well, they just didn't realize how amazing you are." he huffed. "In fact, you are so amazing, they were blinded by the sight and didn't even think about it properly." the encouraging words made you reluctantly let out a snort. Jason grinned in victory. "Don’t worry, tell you what, I bet they're gonna call you back in less than a week." he scans the menu again. "And to celebrate that bet-that is absolutely correct- I suggest we get you a triple-sprinkles-extra-brownies cake ice cream apocalypse. The cafe's most insane and sweetest dessert."

The troubling weight on your body seemed to be lifted up by that comfort. A smile replacing the depressing frown you had. "Well, good sir. If I may inquire." you brought out your most elegant-like voice. Which Jason snorted to. “If we're going to have the triple-sprinkles-extra-brownies cake ice cream apocalypse. We absolutely must also get the rainbow boom drink." 

"It shall be done" Jason spoke with the same tone as yours. Soon enough you both couldn't take it anymore and laughed. Making the poor waitress and dear friend of yours Brianna, who was already used to your behavior, sigh and walk up to you two.

She clears her throat and you both immediately stiffen up having been caught red-handed. "You two are lucky I care about you two too much to kick you out." she glares at Jason. "Especially you, gummy worms."

Jason gasps as you try your best to contain your amusement. Gummy worms, a nickname that based on a trustworthy Intel (Brianna) has been given to Jason at college. One night when they all went to a party for the first time, Jason was challenged to eat five bags of gummy worms by a friend of his. Always having the need to be cool and well-known in social places with the huge want of people’s approval, he took that challenge with no second thought to it and ultimately, lost. But, due to his chaotic act, everyone around campus has known him now as the infamous gummy worms guy and he grew to really despise that nickname.

"Brianna!" his voice contained an act of shock through this betrayal. "I thought we agreed to never speak about that!"

"We didn't agree, we made a deal." she smirked. “I’m guessing you forgot about it, haven't you gummy worms?"

Jason only rolled his eyes and looked away. Leaving you and Brianna to chuckle at his behavior. "Well, anyway," she pulls out her small notebook and pen. "Do you guys want the usual?"

You grin with amusement at that. "Nope." Brianna looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "We want one of your triple-sprinkles-extra brownies cake ice cream apocalypse." her eyes widened. "And, two of your rainbow boom drinks."  Her jaw dropped at that.

"You both are insane." she looked at you two with a horrified and shocked look. "You’re going to die from eating this."

You shrugged. "Well, it's better than going to interviews I know I won't get the job for."

Brianna looks at you with worry. "Say, why do you keep getting rejected anyway?"

A dark feeling burned within you, a feeling you tried to keep contained throughout the months of your exhausting job hunting. Was it sorrow? Annoyance? You gulped with a sudden realization. No, no. it was hatred. Hatred for the man who brought this misery of months onto you. The man who had no business or benefits from ruining your newly born career path. The only thing he got from it was pride. Pride that he had destroyed what you have been working for years now. You hated him. You hated him with every fiber in your being and you only wished to never see him in your life again.

"That asshole." you hissed. Brianna already knew who you were speaking about. "He somehow blacklisted me from every single animal hospital and clinic! I didn't even know that was possible!"

"Well, when you have as much money as he does, anything is possible."  Brianna grumbled. Her palm was placed on your shoulder as reassurance. "Hey, don't worry about it. You can still work here for now. But I'm sure you won't be working at this coffee and old pastry smelling place for long. You'll working at an amazing clinic instead!"

You smile at her, although there wasn't any joy laced within it. "Yeah, I'm sure too." your voice became low, negative.

The two best friends glance at each other worryingly. Unsure of what to do. You looked at your phone and sat up. "I gotta go." you tch from frustration. "I have another job interview."

With a few goodbyes and good lucks from your brother and his friend, you get out of the calming, warm cafe and step into the harsh concrete of reality once more.

Sidewalks filled to the brim with people, having to see them all walk with someone or be as lonely as you were. The city was a nightmare for you for many reasons. Not only did it cause a gigantically unfortunate event for you that has effected your career now. It has also never forgot to tell you about how lonely you truly are.

Occasions like these with your brother rarely happens. Once a month, if you’d be lucky enough, twice. The amount of work he had to do and your own time-consuming task of job-hunting and working at the café took over every last bit of time you had.

Not to mention, having your older sibling as your only friend isn't the best thing...you barely have anyone else to hang out with or to speak to. At the past, you loved being alone. You thrived in it, even. Being alone in a peaceful quiet life was something you loved having. But at some point, being alone made you feel lost, ignored and well, far away from the people around you. Made you feel like there's no one in the world there for you. That you're forgotten, abandoned. It made you feel unimportant and pathetic.

You’d think being in a city was the best place to make friends. But it turned out to be the complete opposite instead. Or rather, it has become the complete opposite for you.

Your brother lived here as well and yet, he seemed to be accustomed and happy with the life he made. He has a great job, a good load of friends and he can easily call the city his home.

Maybe this city just isn't for you. It just didn't work out for you. Maybe it was meant for only one of you to stay and make a peaceful life at and the city immediately chose who.

And as you finally reached the clinic, you shake those thoughts out of your head and focus at the task at hand. Go in the clinic, give a great interview and hopefully get accepted and not rejected once more.

As you stepped into the clinic, a sense of anxiety rushed into you. But you didn't dare to focus on it. You mustn't. It will only ruin the whole interview for you.

"Are you Y/n L/n?" you flinched by the sudden voice. Turning your head around, you're met with what seemed to be the receptionist." yes, that's Me." you flash a kind smile. 

"Well then. Come with me. I'll-" a sudden ringtone interrupts her. she gives a sheepish huff and excuses herself as she answers her phone.

"Yes?.....mhm...yeah.." suddenly, her eyes became full of concern and fear. " o-oh..I-I see..." her body stiffened and she looked at the ground. Avoiding any eye-contact with you. Suspicious. Very suspicious. Gulping, you notice your hands fumbling together. Out of your command. Stress seeped in you. You only hoped it wasn’t what you thought it was. "Oh w-well...a-alright Mr. Clement."

Your heart dropped to your stomach. "u-um..Miss.L/n.." that bastard. That fucking bastard. How did he know? How did he know?! Why is he so obsessed with this? Why is he so obsessed with you?! It’s going way too far. Why won't he let go of you? Why won't he let you live?

"I'm really sorry to say this but-" you couldn't help it. You couldn't handle it any longer. Rejection after rejection, sorrow after sorrow. Never giving you a break, never giving you a chance to breathe. Suffocating. It’s all suffocating. This city is suffocating. He’s suffocating.

"But I can't inter- oh my god!" the receptionist yelped in shock as she saw tears fall down from your face. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" regret and anxiety washed over her as she realized the gravity of the situation you're in is much deeper than she knows. "Uh-um- d-do you want tissues?..." she mentally face-palmed at herself for asking such question with an obvious answer.

You didn't respond at all. You didn't even glance at her. You only started to sob and feel the embarrassing energy of the situation hit you in the gut. You were tired. so so tired. It was too much, you needed a break, you needed to leave.

"y-yes that would be nice." you breathed out, still in a racket of sobs.

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Safe to say that you were crying the whole afternoon. Eyes now red and puffy, hair a mess and your mood still sour. You decided to drown in your emotions while watching your favorite show to ease the mood.

But before you could even click play, the sound of your phone ringing made you grumble and get up sluggishly from your comforting bed. You hoped whatever the phone call was for, it was worth it. Because the bed was way too tempting with its comforting warmth and soft pillows. Getting out of it felt like a crime.

Jason was calling. Shocked and curious by that, you click respond. Your ears are met with a bustling noise of the TV in the background and the sound of your mother. 'Tell her to bring some butter!'   She told Jason, which he hummed at.

"Y/n! Mom said she wanted to invite us for dinner tonight, but she forgot to call you." Typical. “So if you're not busy, could you come over now?"

"Uh, I don't know." You looked around your silent house yet again. "I'm kind of busy right now."

"Y/n, please." Your mother's voice came up. "We haven't had a family dinner in such a long time now! I want to see you again."

You sigh at that, now feeling guilty for not agreeing. You finally gave in. "Alright, I'll come." You could almost feel your mother's smile through the phone by that.

"Great! Oh- and bring butter too!"

"Will do."

You didn't even bother to clean yourself up a little. You felt too unmotivated to do anything. Although, maybe it is best to at least put some water on your face to freshen up a little...

With that thought, you wash your face and ruffle your hair a bit. As you look at the mirror, whose showing you how messed up you still look, you only shrugged in response. "This looks fine."

Getting a cab and telling them the location, you felt your mood worsen as you saw the streets oh so familiar.The nearby neighbor's house still had that giant scratch left by the bear that you once woke up and made him follow you was still there.

The first thing you're met with is a circus car, which was filled with different animals from big to small. You turn in your camera and start recording, the weight of the thick camera felt like ten bricks on you and you feared that you might lose your balance on it soon.

"Good evening! Fellow adventurers!" The camera soars to the direction of your young face, full of excitement and confidence. You were only a mere child back then who dreamed of the impossible.

"Today, I will free the poor animals! The evil circus man shouldn't be using them like this!"

Although you know that what your child self was saying was pretty true with a pinch of childhood innocence in it, you knew that the mission would fail. After all, you've lived through it. When you opened the cage of the first one, the bear, its loud growls seemed to immediately garner the attention of the magician who was the boss of the whole circus. He got attacked by the bear and in the end, the bear left a claw mark on the neighbor’s door as a remembrance of your reckless behavior. 

You did many adventures like these when you were a child. None as dangerous as these of course but still dangerous. All the memories you've had are hazy now. But you do remember one thing. Your mother hated your adventuristic side. She wasn't great at hiding it at all either.

The car stops and so does your train of thoughts. Getting out and knocking on the familiar door, you're met with your mother who grinned as she saw you. "Y/n! Come in come in!"

Walking in the house and greeting everyone there (also giving the butter they oh so desperately needed), you went to the kitchen and decided to help your mother to set the table. “how’s the job hunting going?"

You froze and looked away from her. "It’s...it’s going well." the lie left a bad sting in your mouth. "Really? That’s great!" your mother clasps her hands together. "I told you that silly ol' situation wouldn't affect it!"

You didn't know what hurt more, the fact that your life is in ruins or the way your mother thinks of it all. 'Silly' is the last word you'd use for it.

"Y-yeah totally." you gave a fake grin.

When everyone sat down at the dinner table, your father decided to speak. "Well," he gave a smile to your mother. "Guess what we bought last month."

You and Jason looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "Uh...don't know." Jason shrugged. "What did you guys buy?"

Your father turned around to you. "Any guesses y/n?" you furrowed your eyebrows in thought. "I don't know...you guys buy a yacht or something?" you joked.

"Correct!" Jason choked on his drink. Both you and your brother looked at your parents with confusion and mild shock. Your mother decided to clarify it all. "As weird as it might sound, your father always dreamed of buying a yacht."

"why's that?" you asked, now intrigued by the whole ordeal. Your father seemed more than delighted to answer that question.  "When I was a kid, I always dreamed to be a sailor. I'm too old to be one now . but, I thought that maybe I could at least enjoy a bit of this childhood dream of mine by buying this yacht."

"I know everything there is needed to know about it now. I can teach you two how to use it if you want."

"That’s so cool!" Jason beamed like a child. The sudden excitement in his tone went away as a realization annoyed him. "I don't think I have time though. I'm pretty busy." he groaned.

"I got time." you responded. "Learning how to use a yacht could be cool. So sure, why not?" With that conversation to an end, you were now at a better mood then before. Coming to this family dinner wasn't a bad idea, you thought.

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The dinner ended and when you all sat down at the couch, your mother decided to bring out something from the library. The old family camera.

Soon enough, you have regretted coming here and grimaced at your poor choice of words in your head. As she walked in with the menacing machine who has seen everything you've been through throughout your life, you contemplated on whether you should leave right now and sadden your family or stay and suffer the awkwardness you'll feel instead.

It was too late to decide anyway, because your mother was already turning on the TV and going through the hundreds of files that were saved up in it.

The first video to show up was Jason's 14th birthday. Conversations about the fun day and its ups and downs, you noticed your child-self behind Jason, playing with the little siblings his friends brought as well.

The second one was where things were starting to feel...not so comfy anymore. At least not for you. Sure, your family was laughing at your childish antics in the video, going around the park and findings places to adventure in. But they've all seem to forget the traumatizing scolding you got from your mother after it. She hated how you 'ruined the image of the family' with your carefree and non- sophisticated act. She grounded you for weeks for just being curious. Just being a child.

“Oh, you were so troublesome!” she giggled. Making you only sink into the chair even more than before.

The other one was again, of you. As you gave a quiet grown and felt your eyebrows furrow, the video showed you in your pajamas, woken up in the morning because you thought you heard a spaceship.

Everyone spoke about that day, how they woke up in four in the morning to your sprinting footsteps down the stairs. You remember that day perfectly. Going out with a flashlight to find the source of the loud sound and being a hundred percent sure it was an alien spaceship, you were met with the neighbor looking at you like you were insane, putting their hands like they surrendered and unsure on what to do. Next to them, a new lawnmower they've bought that they were excited to try out as soon as possible.

Another day, another time you got grounded and scolded for your antics. From that day onwards, you've been losing your passion for adventuring. You've been afraid of doing one. As soon as you stopped going out and using the camera, the happier your mother seemed.

She hated your passion, she disliked your enthusiasm for the thrills of adventuring. It was obvious, but the realization always hurt you. For the longest time you've been loving it and working your best as a child to achieve your dream. Knowing that your own parent doesn't support it crushed it for your child-self. Sometimes you regret giving up on your dream. Maybe you wouldn't be stuck in this city if you achieved it. You'd be across the seas and discovering the truths of the world. Living the best life you could.

The more videos shown, the more rage that was building up in your chest. The more uncomfortable you felt.

As the video shown your birthday, your grinning face was zoomed into, you noticed the camera and started narrating what's happening on that day.

"Hello! I'm Y/n L/n and today's my birthday!" You waved to the camera. "And today, I'm here with my best friend Lui-"

You turned off the TV.

Confused silence took over the room as Jason looked at you worriedly. You didn't utter a word, unsure on what to tell them.

"S-sorry... I uh... “ You gulped, feeling the tension laying in the air. "Um- I think... I... "

Deep breath in, then deep breath out. Your shoulders slouched and the familiar depressing feeling took over your mind once again and with a mind full of horrid thoughts you wanted to escape, you gave an awkward 'goodbye' and left.

No explanation, not even a glance to see their expression and no dessert. Truly, a great family dinner.

You decided to save up some money and walk home instead. Not the safest idea, sure. But you didn't even really care anymore anyway. The once loud streets have become surprisingly quiet. Strange, you thought. You'd think the city would be at its prime at late nights like this. The streets seemed dark, eerie and something out of a Batman movie.

Millions of now closed stores and the cobblestone sidewalk empty with a few trash here and there. Your heart kept a tight, excruciating grip on you. Its weight seemed unpleasant and heavier than before. You felt like a giant bug was stuck on your throat and your veins, your blood, your body, felt tired. They all felt so horribly tired.

The mental rollercoaster you had to go through today was something you wished to never experience again.

You knew you would though. This is a normal routine for you. You get struck by the universe with another lighting stroke filled with struggles. Wish you never even existed and boom, you wake up and repeat.

Pathetic. You were pathetic, weren't you? A pathetic being who can't seem to be happy wish the life she's got. Can't seem to have the bravery enough to change it all.

But why should you stay like this? If you truly do dislike living here than its best to leave, right? You only live once after all.

It might take some time, many shifts at Brianna's cafe that's for sure. But it's a risk you're finally willing to make. You're going to leave this place once and for all.

"Y/n!”

Jason's voice seemed to get you out of your thoughts as you turned around. He seemed out of breath and his run has seemed to slow down from an exhausting run. As soon as he reached you he tackled you into a hug. "I got so worried!”

"You could've called me.” you responded, a bit confused by it.  He huffed in disappointment and a gave a bemused glare.  Bringing out your phone from his pocket.  “you forgot this at mom and dad's place. " well now you felt ashamed. "Oh man, I'm sorry.”

"It's alright" he shrugged. His eyes glance at you worriedly.  “speaking of mom and dad's place.... “you now avoided any sort of eye contact, not prepared for the stress it could bring you. "You doin' okay?... "

"I'm fine,just...just a little tired that's all." Jason could see through that lie from a mile away. Coming to a conclusion in your thoughts, you decided that this was the best time to tell him. "I think I'm gonna move out."

"WHAT?!"

"W-wHat do you mean you're gonna move out?!" the sudden information, out of nowhere in the middle of the streets obviously shocked him. "y-you mean from your apartment, right?"

You shook your head. "Nope. The city." his shoulders tensed up. "Y/n are you okay?!" he looked at you as if you've lost your mind. "This is way too sudden! Don’t get me wrong I'm fine with you trying to make a new life for yourself." he reasoned. Already foreseeing the arguement that might come from the common misunderstanding. "But decisions like this takes time a-and thorough planning! You can't just say you 'wanna move out' and think everything you need will suddenly show up!"

"I didn't think that at all!" you countered. "But think about it. If I'm gonna move out, I have to be quick because Louis will learn about it sooner or later! You saw what he did with the job interviews!" hesitancy was visible on his expression. “I want to leave Jason. I need to leave. I-" you gulped the festered up emotions stock on your throat. “I can't stay here anymore! I hate this place."

As if on cue, it started rain. Small little droplets started to become more and more frequent as the seconds pass by. With clothes that are slowly getting soaked by the cold freezing rain water, you looked at him with a desperate and saddened expression. Desperate for freedom and joy, saddened by the mental torment you had to go through throughout the years.

"I just- I just can't. I have to go."

Jason looked down on the sidewalk, deep in thought. This city was his life. He lived here his whole childhood, went to college and got a job here. He knew every nook and cranny in this place. This place was his home and for a long time, he thought it was yours as well. But now, he realizes that it's the absolute opposite.

As he gave a stressed sigh, uncomfortable with the sudden huge change that will come upon this decision you made. Both worried for you and himself. He knew he had to get along with it. It's your life after all.

"At least-" He rubs his temple, an unsuccessful way of trying to relax himself. "Let me help you."

Your eyes brightened up. “I know a few friends who moved out of the city. I can ask around and see where you can stay and hopefully get a job at before that Ken doll wannabe finds out. "

"R-really?! " relief shook you. You felt as if the heavy lifts on your heart has been lifted by the clouds of hope. As your brain tried to process the new information, a question piqued out. “Wait- of you talk to your friends, word will get around about me moving and he'll surely find out!" Panic. Instant panic came over you.

Before he could even respond, a loud thunder crackled and made you both jolt in fear. Remembering the weather you're stuck in, cold shivers ran down your body as you hugged yourself for warmth.

"Let's go to your apartment first!” Jason walks to the nearby shelter. You nod and follow him to the complex and ignored the glare the Janitor gave you for the puddles of water you created while walking. Although, you did give a shivering awkward wave to the receptionist. Which they have a confused low wave back.

You'll definitely give something as an apology to the Janitor tomorrow.

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The warm temperature of the room mixed with the horrifying sheer dead cold of the night gave you a familiar, sort of comforting feeling.

Sitting down for hours, your legs fell asleep and bags were obvious on your eyes. Jason, seemed to be in a similar condition as you. Head in thought, beeping sound of his phone jolting him awake from time to time.

You've been calling for hours, trying to find anyone of his trustworthy friends that could let you stay somewhere for a while before settling in.

Many said no, which was completely understandable when you thought about it. You'd react the same way. The situation was a weird one. But, there was no time to think about that. They're far more important matters at hand.

You need to get out of here as soon as possible before anyone else finds out. If you can go in the span of one week, then you'll be safe and you'd get the job and apartment you wanted before Louis did anything fowl or spread any rumors about you.

So as Jason was calling and texting to see if any of his old friends could help him out a little, you were staring at your computer with eyes wide open, trying to see if you could find any clinics or animals hospitals in need of a vetinarian in a city not too far, but also not too close that could know about you.

No luck. Absolutely nothing good could be found. Feeling hopeless from your side of the mission, you asked your brother if he's got anything. "Nope." He ran a hand through his now, messed up hair. "I've talked to everyone! Well...except...” He frowned and shook his head. "No, no. never mind.”

"Except who?” you felt eager, any chance of getting out of here was a one you were willing to get.

"Y/n, no. “Jason rolled his eyes.”This guy is actually insane. There's no way he can help us. "

"What's his name?”

He stood in silence. Not wanting to reveal the information to you. For that, you grumble. "Come on Jason! Tell me." he turned his head around in denial dramatically. Eager and a bit desperate, you try to find anything that you could persuade an answer out of him with. A memory clicks in your head and you smirk. "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Mason about that little crush you have on hi-"

"OK- ok! Just- d-don't do that!" he finally gave in. he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Cameron. His name is Cameron Eclipse."

“He’s a bit...way too passionate about some mythical beings he made up." he huffed a laugh. “He calls them Mobians."

"Well, can he help us?"

Deep in thought, Jason scratches his head and answers. “He does come from a rich family...I'm sure he has a way or two to get you out of here without Louis finding out." your eyes brighten up by that. "Call him up then!"

With that, a two hour call began.  Fortunately enough, he is willing to help you. Yet a few more steps still needed to be changed.

"You won't be able to get any good jobs in another city." you gasped at that. Stomach dropping and heart beating a bit too fast for your liking. "w-what do you mean?"

"Well, that friend of yours-"

"He is not my friend."

"Ok- that acquaintance of yours," Cameron looked through his computer. “Comes from a very very successful family. Just like mine, their family has been honored and cherished across the world through generations." you grumbled at that.

"Although...I do have another way for you. There’s this one place I know where Louis might not be able to reach."  Suspicion between you and Jason grew as you looked at each other with raised up eyebrows. "My great-great uncle was a scientist. He once went to trip to this island and came back...different. As if something took over him. He came back safe and sound though. So you should be fine!"

"Yeah I'll take it."

"WHAT?!" Jason screamed. "Are you crazy?!"

"maybe." you shrugged. "But if I'm crazy, than Louis is insane." Jason felt completely speechless. Did you both hear the same thing? Before he could utter any more objections, you stopped him.

"I get why you're worried. But I want this. I'm doing it."

"But-"

"No buts." you shushed him. "after all, they're for sitting." you gave a stupid grin. He wanted to give the biggest older brother scolding speech he could, but felt hopeless at this situation. Only grumbling, feeling worry build up in him.

He only hoped you'd be safe. But with such situation like this, he dares to doubt it.

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"Well,” Jason looks at his phone, seeing the little arrow reach the red circle. "We're here.”

He looks around the place. A bit weirded out by it. It was the beach that was next to the city's forest. The beach was empty. The only sound that accompanied the crickets of the night was its ocean waves. Creating a sleep-inducing melody.

You gave a tired groan as you put down the heavy luggage you brought with you. Jason's frown only deepened.  After repeatedly looking at his phone and shoe, he speaks up once again.

"You sure this is safe?"

You laughed at that question. "Of course not!" The beach seemed mesmerizing. Deep blue mixing with the pitch black the sky gave. You gave a shrug. "But it's my only chance.”

"Jason!” turning your head around, you see the boy you've been waiting for, Cameron. He gave you both a wave and motions you to follow him. As you take foot on the wooden planks, you look around and see all the boats that surrounded it. "So... “You squint your eyes, focusing on trying to find a clue on which one could be theirs. A few seconds in, you gave up. Deciding that it's best to just ask. "Which one's yours?"

"Oh- technically all of them. " he shrugs. "I mean- some of them belong specifically belong to my cousins or aunts and stuff... But in general, these are all the Eclipse family's boats. “Your jaw dropped at that. Now looking at the freckled boy in shock. He ignored your stare, caring more about finding the right boat.

He smiles and snaps his fingers. Gaining you and Jason's attention and pointing at the simple white boat to his right. "This one here is perfect.”  He walks up to it.

Putting all your luggage and getting to know the ropes of the whole thing. With one passed test drive, the two men get out of the boat. Jason looks at you and smiles. He gives you a weak punch to the shoulders. Making you huff and give him a punch back.

“be careful there, little gremlin." you huffed a laugh at that old nickname. Mentally blocking all the rush of memories your brain wanted to remind you of. You give a sheepish smile of your own. “I’ll try, gummy worms."

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You’ve been in the sea for a week. A whole, fucking dreadful, week.

The food and water you brought with you were close to running out. If you don't reach land at this point, you'll surely die right here. Either from starvation or drowning. Or oh god, who knows. Maybe a fucking shark will jump and kill you.

You rolled your eyes at that thought. Realizing that your brain is just messing at you at this point. Your phone was out of battery as well. So no use in finding a distraction for your worry and boredom now.

The sound of waves and birds were your only company. Your only friends in the never-ending blue. As you listened to the waves steady melody, you jolt as you feel a huge wave just suddenly move your boat a bit.

Worry set deep in your stomach. You gulped, feeling your throat become dryer by the second. Looking at the small GPS the boat was attached to, you feel your chess tightened as you read the location.

"What the actual fuck?!" you muttered. The monitor showing you reaching the Bermuda triangle. That was not where you wanted to go. Or even where Cameron told you to go either. You looked at the map he gave you once again. You thought you were hallucinating. Probably losing your mind. The map was moving on its own. Changing its own directions and making it seem like you need to go straight ahead.

 "How did I even- since when-" panic. Full fucking panic and confusion. You feel the wind suddenly getting harsher and waves only getting bigger. You try to calm your nerves down and immediately tried to change the direction of the boat.

Making half a circle than going straight forward to an opposite direction. You look at the GPS and try to find a place you could stop the boat on. Breaths became shorter as you see the GPS glitch out. Showing nothing but strange gibberish you couldn't understand. For a split second, you turn around and see a gigantic wave. Not even a blink or breath later, you felt water splash at you and everything you had.

After that, everything else was pitch black.

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The sun felt horribly hot on your face, the sand on the ground wasn't making it any better. A mix of voices with different pitches and tones ran through your head, but you couldn't process them. You gave a small grumble and furrowed your eyebrows. Suddenly, the blazing heat seemed to cool off a bit, as if something, or someone has came between you. The voices became louder, clearer. And as you opened your eyes, your vision could only comprehend colors. First one that stood out was the hot pink right in front of you. Then there was a shade of blue right beside it. Yellow, brown and red were the others behind them.

You winced and shook your head. Blinking once or twice to get your clear vision back. The voices were now comprehensible. "You okay there ma'am?"

That voice was seemed kind and a bit bossy. Determination laced all over it. You gave in a gulp you haven't realized you were holding back. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you could see the people.

You screamed.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck. holy shit- oh god. ohh god. They’re not humans. They’re definitely not humans. Oh my god oh my god oh fuck. Is that their fur?  Their fur could be blue or pink? Or fucking red?!

The group seemed taken aback by your sudden unexpected reaction. The pink and blue one only flinched. The brown one seemed angry. Taking a protective stance and taking their boomerang out. The red and yellow one stepped back a little. One out of fear and the other out of the sudden screech.

You on the other hand, were losing your marbles. Deep breaths and a horrid look at the uh- the um- fuck what are their species called? Are they aliens? Some sort of high-tech robots for kids maybe?

You couldn't hear them at all. Not in the state you were in. the blue one seemed to be speaking. Crossing his arms and looking at you with boredom. The pink one looked at him with a scolding manner and seemed to say something that made everyone's posture soften. She looked back at you once again and crouched down to your sitting level on the sands. "Deep breaths now! Deep breaths!" she chirped. Taking a deep breath herself and exhaling it. Copying her actions, you took a few deep breaths and felt your brain calm down. Your posture softened up and your heart finally stopped its absolute crazy speed.

"There we go! I knew you could do it!" she parts your back. Acting like some sort of life coach. Giving a shaky sigh, you clear your throat and finally speak.

"U-uh...Hi." you gave an awkward wave. The group all gave a wave back. “So uh- who are you guys?"

The brown one, which now you were calm enough to guess she was some sort of badger, looked at you with suspicion. "Why should we tell you?! What are you gonna do?!" her eyes widened. "Are you going to know our names and tell the government?! You’re an agent aren't you?!" she takes a few steps back. She took another boomerang out and pointed at you threateningly. “Freeze, agent! One move and you're going to taste my boomerangs!"

In a loss for words, you looked back at the pink one, which you couldn't really guess any resemblance for yet, gave you a casual smile. “don’t worry. She’s actually pretty nice."  

The others seemed to be too occupied trying to calm the badger down. Giving a worried nod to the pink one, you still wanted the answer for your question.

She seemed to immediately realize what your expression meant. “I’m Amy Rose.” She points at the now calm, yet skeptical badger. “That’s Sticks.” She huffed and turned her head around. Amy points at the yellow, short one. “that’s Tails.” Looking at him a bit more, you realized that he seemed to look like a fox of some sort. The two tails being a big giveaway to you. He gives you a kind smile. You couldn’t help but give him a small, sheepish wave back.

Amy points at the red one. Another one you couldn’t really pin point an animal resemblance to. With that thought in your head, you guessed not all of them had something that looked familiar to you. Maybe they are aliens. “Knuckles.” Knuckles gave you a nod. Amy’s hand left to the last one. The blue with the brown scarf. Looking a bit closer at him, you notice the quills he had on his head and back. His shoulder were crossed and he looked at you with a confused stare.  “This one’s Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog.” 

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n. my name’s Y/n.” you look around the place. Eyes widening as you found your boat a few feet away. Completely destroyed. You stood up, legs almost giving up on you. Making you wiggle strangely a little until you finally stand. You wanted to sprint to your boat. Strangely enough, you noticed a zap of blue sprint through you and reach it. As it stopped, you noticed it was the hedgehog. A little taken aback by the sudden speed, you looked at him perplexed. He simply ignored your stare and looked at the boat instead. Hearing your footsteps stopping and finally reaching him. “This is your boat?”

You hum and nod. Looking at it devastated. Getting closer to the boat, you find your luggage a bit destroyed. Most of your things were lost at sea now. There was no doubt in that. Yet thankfully enough, your computer bag and the computer that lied within it was completely safe. You also had a few clothes that thankfully survived the whole chaos.

Looking at the shredded boat with dread. You stared at the whole wreck and started worrying. You were somewhere unknown, with anthropomorphic people and no boat to get back with. Heck, you’re not even sure if you can get back. Your frown deepens and you start fidgeting with your fingers. Trying to find a clear idea of what to do.

Sonic looks at you with sympathy. Turning back to the village a few feet away and then back at you, he turns back to Amy. Her expression matching his. Both gave a nod to each other and Sonic turns back to you. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he grabs your attention. He gives you a confident smile. “Let’s get you a home.”

#sonic #sonicthehedgehog #sonic x reader #sonic boom #amy rose #x reader #reader insert #female reader #knuckles the echidna #sticks the badger #tails #boom!sonic x reader #fanfiction #sorry if this is cringe I'm trying my best here

[bastardhalfspider]

about ashley parker barton as told by ashe

MAIN VERSE / MAIN SETTING -> The Wastelands Earth, inspired by the original Marvel Wastelands material and original version of Ashley Barton, now being developed by @crisispider & @oceansfirst's as an original character. Ashley Parker-Barton is a half-OC child of Clint Barton and Peter Parker || she will have a 616 verse // crossover verse // spiderverse // multiverse // time travel verse, open for interaction -> so everyone love on her too

❝ Fuck, fine, I'll do a futzing origin story. You can call me ASHE, or Ashley's fine too I guess. My alias? That would be just Spider. ❞

❝ My birth is kind of a strange story. My sperm donor is Charles Bernard Barton, which I'm sure SOME of you may know the name. Trickshot once, complicated brother of Hawkeye? ⸻ No one really knows the story, it's all word of mouth from the chick who hadd my egg or whatever, DAD WHO RAISED ME has her name or whatever ⸻ ❞

❝ Anyways, turns out Barney blew up his life or something. Chick he was living on a private island with dumps him and keeps the islandd for her, her kids, and these FREAK kids that got dropped off by DAD WHO SHOULD BE DEAD ⸻ So, Barney Barton is some-fucking-where until he meets this girl and she gets pregnant with me, and than she doesn't tell him and he's gone anyways. ⸻ I did mention my story is a fuggin' shitshow, right? ❞

❝ She decides she wants to keep the baby, which really maybe she should have regretted that earlier than she did ⸻ TASTELESS JOKE? You should see the world I come from now ⸻ Girl thinks she's gonna keep me until, well, she has me. She's holding this baby me in her hands, and must realize shit, this kid's unlovable or something. Remembers that the dick who got her pregnant had a superhero brother, and takes me to Clint Barton and Peter Parker's residence, and well? ❞

❝ Maybe the only happy part of this story and I don't even remember it since I was like four months old or somethin' ⸻ Turns out Dad 1 and Dad 2, were talking another baby. See Dad 1 had a kid already from his ex-wife, who like he tell me Mary Jane Watson is my god-mom or auntie but whatever, so I literally fell in their lap. Woman didn't even really give me a name, she tried. ⸻ They name me Ashley ❞

❝ Now the Parker-Bartons are a family of four and half, or three and half. My big sister Mayday's got three parents, or two and a half. However, you wanna count it. Clint and Peter, married. Clint being the bonus dad to Mayday, when she's with her Dad, our dad and I'm ⸻ something there too now. Adopted by my technically blood-uncle, but I'm suppose to call him Dad or Papa, and adopted by Dad, Peter Parker. ❞

❝ This is all stories told to me by Dad, that's the Spiderman one, I never knew Hawkeye. HE DIED, or so we thought. I was just a toddler, not old enough for memories when V-DAY happened, and the entire country than world went nuclear. Heroes being slaughtered left and right, Spiderman took me, big sis Mayday, and Mayday's mom MJ and went deep underground and into hiding. ❞

❝ WE SURVIVE. Spiderman technically dies that day, because if any villain knew Spiderman was alive. He'd be one of the largest targets. Dad thinks his husband, that's Hawkeye is dead. ⸻ So I get one Dad, HIM, one parent. I also get my sister Mayday, but like she's the good kid. The lucky one, she had three parents and a baby sister, and only lost one. I had, well, her and DAD. ❞

❝ Dad gets Mayday's mom somewhere safe, and we go to visit her every few months over the years. Mayday's always had powers, so staying stationary too long could be dangerous. SOMETHING, SOMETHING, SUPER VILLAINS WOULD KILLS US. ⸻ I'm just extra luggage, but I grew up learning everything from Dad, and like I do love him a lot, 'kay? ⸻ So now you're looking at me and like why the spider suit, how'd you get powers thought you were some normie. ❞

❝ When I was eleven, I was dying. Losing a lot of blood, and Mayday and Dad are a mess about it ⸻ Dad takes a risk, saves me and transfuses blood to me. That's how I got the powers, Dad's mutated blood mutated me. Saved my life, made me more durable. I still can't stick to walls like Mayday or Dad could, but whatever. ❞

❝ The world's been fucked for most of my life, getting worse, Vilians fighting over territory, corpses of dead giants, Amerika turning into a wastelands. Dinosaurs from the savage lands loose, wild symbiotes, mollods, thing keep getting worse. Gangs popping up, country turning to dust and this is happening everywhere. ⸻ I don't think I'm a superhero, Dad tries to tell stories, so does MJ when we visit for Mayday to see her mom. ⸻ But I like the stories about the suit, about the heroes, and Mayday's in agreement with me. ❞

❝ So we both made our own spider suits, matching, and like Dad thinks its risky, stupid as well, but like if anyone comes for Spiderman? You bet our asses we could take them, and I'd lob off their heads ⸻ Mayday likes the suits cause she believes in superheroes, what they stood for. I like them cause I feel powerful behind the mask, cause I don't really know who I am under it. ❞

The symbol/logo I mashed together for Ashley Parker-Barton.

No official hero name besides Spider or Ashe is accepted.

#ABOUT -> Adopted Daughter of a Hawk and a Spider #ABOUT -> The Wastelands #ABOUT -> The Parker Bartons #ABOUT -> Verses

[under-write-reblogs]

There's a Latte Love Here

Back once again with yet another fic guys. Once again deticated to one of the most amazing mutuals @ratsoh-writes

For those of us who actively follow Ratsoh’s blog, we’re all aware of her “ask the boys” events. I for one know my primary blog (@under-art-reblogs) has had countless RP’s in that universe, and after getting permission from Ratsoh, I decided I wanted to compile a fic detailing these interactions between myself and Coffee and creating an actual backstory for the character I created. 

Beneath the read more is the first chapter, detailing the “Echo Festival Event” that happened at the end of October in 2021. Hope you guys enjoy it! 

12 years. It’s kinda hard to believe it had been that long since the crash.

Of course, everything had really changed for the better after arriving here. Or at least, that was your humble opinion.

A few of the other humans who also got uprooted from their old lives and pulled along might disagree with you. Though, you were sure most of the monsters who had remained trapped in the Underground would agree that this universe was far better than what they had.  

Those first few years of chaos and uncertainty hadn’t necessarily been enjoyable, but you can’t say you regretted where you ended up.

An incredible world filled with monsters, mages, magic, and brand new possibilities. Sounded like a fantasy novel… though, you guess that basically was what your life had become.

If anything, you considered yourself rather lucky. When everything happened you had been young enough to fall under the Royal’s protection… which meant you learned much of the monster's history while finishing out high school.

Of course, everyone had access to the information as it was made available, but it was mandatory for students to learn, and that information had certainly paid off as you grew up and rebuilt your life living amongst the monsters as a citizen of Ebbott.  

Though, you’d obviously have to be a visitor from outside of Ebbott to not know about the Echo Festival. After all, it was an annual event celebrating the fall harvest, and a tradition that went back generations according to the farm monsters.

It had originally started as a way to share and sell their preserved produce in order to help prepare everyone for winter. But now it had evolved into a celebration filled with food contests, stalls, art competitions, and a large water fight at the end to celebrate the last of the warm days.

It was basically a national holiday for Ebbott, and you of course went every year.

You had already wandered past the food stalls, and looked at all the art displayed for the competition. Honestly, there were some really gorgeous pieces this year! You weren’t sure how the judges were going to pick a winner.

But currently, you were wandering around looking at the stalls manned by those offering collectibles, memorabilia, souvenirs, trinkets, and hand-made objects for sale.

Of course, a common theme present was the echo flowers… yet another staple in the Echo Festival tradition. (If that wasn’t obvious going by its name).

You saw a few real bouquets, flower crowns, some origami flowers, glasswork, and even a few stuffed plushies of the plant.

But the stall that caught your eye was a table with some animal crossing villagers.

Technically the new game had been released last year, but it was still popular. And it seems the seller had made some stuffed plushies of the villagers, and even a few custom ones.

…Wonder if they had your favorite?

The stall itself was rather quiet, with the seller, a bunny monster, speaking to the stall owner next to them. And a tall skeleton wearing a ridiculously long hoodie with some sharpie designs doodled on the sleeves, paired with a holster containing a large water-soaker, browsing the plushies on display.

Despite having grown up and living amongst monsters for so long… you weren’t really sure which world the skeleton might have come from before the crash, unlike you, who as far as you were aware, came from the world where the dance monsters had been imprisoned.

The bright color of the hoodie and the artwork doodled onto it would suggest one of the kinder Undergrounds… but maybe that was just the style they adopted after getting out of the mountain.

And despite the baggy clothes, even for a skeleton they seemed rather petite, which would also point you towards a softer verse, combined with relatively delicate features. What was throwing you off were the fangs that smoothed out into flattened teeth. You hadn’t seen that before.

Which means you didn’t really have a clue as to where they might have come from.

But then again, you interacted with a lot of monsters because of your job, and the “standard” for what a monster looked like depending on the universe they came from wasn’t infallible.

And it’s not like it really mattered anyway. Most of them were nice enough so long as you didn’t go out of your way to offend them when speaking. It’s just that what universe they might be from was something you tended to notice.

But hey, if they liked Animal Crossing, they couldn’t be bad.

You’re not really sure what compelled you to speak up after a moment of browsing alongside them, but you couldn’t help but turn to the skeleton and ask, “So? You enjoy Animal Crossing too?”

The skeleton jumps, and looks around as if to make sure you're referring to them before nodding in answer to your question.

I smile and try to ease their nerves, “Honestly, Animal Crossing has always been one of my favorite games. …I remember playing the first version of it on the Gamecube as a child.”

Spotting my favorite character, I reach over to gently pick it up. “Do you have a favorite villager? Personally, I adore Kiki.” I say gesturing to the stuffie, “She’s sweet.”

I actually manage to get a small smile from the skeleton, “…c-coco is nice. I like h-her eyes..”

Unlike many of the monsters you had come to know and regularly spoke to, you weren’t immediately sure of what pronouns to use. Not that it really mattered, since most monsters didn’t have a preference and just used whichever they felt like.

But the skeleton's voice was light and sweet… if a bit soft and stuttery. Though you weren’t really sure if that was their normal speaking pattern, or if they were caught off guard because a random stranger just spoke to them without prompting.

You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t have been caught off guard too.  

“I’m Kyra.”

“...c-coffee.”

Coffee? You’d never heard of a monster name like that…. meaning they probably chose it for themselves after the crash. Interesting… guess they had a preference when it came to drinks then.

“Heh. Well Coffee, I assume Animal Crossing isn’t the only video game you play, right? I know I prefer open-world stuff… things like Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, Breath of the Wild, Minecraft… what about you?”

“s-same… I like s-stuff with lots of options and an o-open storyline.”

You’re saved from yet another awkward pause when the bunny monster politely informs you the plushie is 8G.

You pay and place it in your inventory, and to your surprise, Coffee is still standing beside the stall instead of walking away like you expected.

I smile, happy to continue speaking to him. “Any other interests besides video games?”

“I like art… w-watercolor mostly. Some of my s-stuff is in the competition this year.”

“Really? That’s cool. Congrats. ….. I’ve always enjoyed sketching in my spare time, but I’m not a professional or anything. Though I’m guessing if you’re entering the contest, that means you do it often, right? So… do you have a signature design you always enjoy doing? Or maybe a favorite color palette?”

He actually gives a full smile at the question and pulls out his phone, seeming to look for something, before shyly turning it around to show you.

“I really love peonies… they h-have a lot of detail in the petals. And they look good in pink..”

Guess art is the topic to get him relaxed enough to not stutter quite as much out of nervousness, and yet also excited enough to continue the conversation. It’s something you’re happy to talk about.

Honestly, you think you really would be more interested in creating more stuff of your own if you had someone who shared the same interest.

On the phone is a series of absolutely gorgeous water-colors primarily featuring flowers. The majority are peonies, but an assortment of other flowers also make an appearance. It’s easy to see that Coffee clearly has a preference for pairing pinks with golds and oranges.

I can’t help but gush over the photos for a moment, pointing out some of the minor details in excitement, “Ooh Coffee, those are lovely! I mean, the shading of the petals with this one is subtle, but it really makes a difference in the final design. And I love the bouquet you did here. It’s so pretty!”

After looking through the photos and giving a few more enthusiastic comments (and seeing a slight blush from my companion), I can’t help but bring up the competition. “I’d be surprised if you didn’t at least place if any of those entered this year. Your art is amazing! Snapdragons are my favorite flowers, but peonies are lovely too! There’s so much variety to choose from with flowers. …So? Is art just a hobby of yours, or do you do stuff like commissions?”

“b-both? my brother owns an a-antique store. I restore old furniture and make it p-pretty.. but I also do art for people s-sometimes. ..s-so those are commissions, I guess..”

As we’re walking, we come across a relatively quiet stall offering drinks. I get a hot chocolate while he gets a coffee.

…Guess he really does live up to his namesake.

“I’m w-waiting for a friend, but uh, you wanna do some games with me t-till then?”

“Sure! Anything in particular you’d like to do?

He looks around and lights up at seeing a small arcade set-up under one of the tents. A couple of the games are free, but he leads you over to the street fighter one.

His excitement is pretty contagious, and I can’t help but offer another smile. “I don’t play arcade games often, so I can’t promise much competition, but it’ll still be fun while we wait!”

For the first round, neither of us say much. Instead spending the time to get used to the controls and figure out the other's playing strategy. Needless to say… Coffee quickly wins.

Waiting for the next round to load up, you can’t help but make more small talk. “I’m sure restoring furniture means you work with a bunch of unique stuff, right? Do you have a particular project type you enjoy doing?”

“...my favorites are always the pianos.. I get a lot of old ones and l-learned how to tune them.. plus the p-polishing part is always fun..”

Settling into a rhythm, we continue chatting between rounds, with the results sometimes ending up close… but with Coffee winning each time. Not that I care, we’re both having fun, and it’s obvious he has more experience with this game.  

We talk about each of our favorite drinks, with his surprisingly ending up being a coffee freeze with ice cream… and not just plain old coffee. (Though he tells you that his favorite switches often anyways).

From there, the conversation jumped around to our favorite ice cream flavors and toppings, to our preferred weather, the best and worst fast food places, and even some of our old Halloween costumes.

During a lull in the conversation… and after he’d beaten my character for the fifth time in a row, I chuckle and ask him. “Any idea when your friend might show up?”

“should be any minute n-now… you can’t m-miss him.”

We continue playing a few more games, exchanging more small talk… eventually leading to me playfully scoffing and gently shoulder-checking him. “Congratulations on yet another win. How many times in a row does that make it now?”

The smirk you get is rightfully smug but playful, not mean. “s-seven..”

I can’t help but roll my eyes in sarcastic amusement, “Yeah, yeah. So I’m not as skilled as you when it comes to arcade games. It was still fun though.”

He opens his mouth to say something in reply, but before he does, we hear someone deliberately clear their throat behind us.

Turns out Coffee was right… there’s no way you could’ve missed his friend. Because behind you was an insanely tall skeleton tactfully leaning on a cane, looking at you with interest.

Immediately going off his appearance, you could tell he was from one of the “horror” undergrounds, and possibly even one of the “fell” versions. He had the scars and the sharp teeth indicative of one of the harsher worlds… but it was his height and somewhat dim magic color that suggested he was a famine monster.

…Not that it really made a difference in your opinion of him. Monsters from all the Undergrounds had years now to begin their recovery physically, mentally, and magically. And as far as you were aware, many had readjusted well despite the atrocious conditions they faced in their respective worlds.

Whoever this skeleton was, they tower over both you and Coffee… actually looking a little out of place in a crowded fair filled with creatures much smaller than them.

“h-hey noir.”

Noir glances at Coffee and raises an eyebrow at his shorter friend, “MAKING FRIENDS, I SEE..”

Turning his attention back to you, he thinks for a moment before seemingly deciding to introduce himself properly. “HELLO HUMAN. I’M NOIR, AND YOU ARE?”

Offering a polite nod before speaking, “I’m Kyra. It’s nice to meet you Noir... Erm, I know you both had planned to meet up earlier, but do you mind if I ask what you were planning on doing?”

He glances at his friend before speaking, “WE ONLY PLANNED ON MEETING MOMENTARILY. AS THIS IS THE LAST DAY OF THE FESTIVAL, THERE IS AN ART HOP, AND WE WERE GOING TO DROP A FEW PIECES OFF EACH.”  

“y-you’re welcome to tag along if y-you’d like..”

Noir gives his companion another look of surprise but concedes and nods in agreement, allowing me to follow along as they begin walking towards the gallery.

Genuinely curious as to how the two became friends I ask, “So umm, how do you both know each other? Do you also like art as a hobby Noir?”

“YOU COULD SAY THAT.”

“...I-I taught him how to paint actually… he’s pretty good t-too..”

Noir looks rather pleased with the compliment and stands a little taller after hearing his friend's praise.

“So is that why you wanted to come to the festival? For the art?”

“I’M JUST HERE TO ENTER THE CONTEST. HE,” Noir says pointing to Coffee, “IS STAYING FOR THE WATER FIGHT.”

Coffee pats the super soaker strapped to his waist, giving a mischievous grin to his pal. …Guess he’s excited about the free-for-all. I know I certainly wouldn’t want to be caught at the wrong end of the water barrel.

By now, we’ve reached the gallery and both of them pull out a few pieces from their inventory before handing them to one of the volunteers after giving their names. (Their works share the common theme of flowers… guess Noir really did learn from Coffee).

Hearing an announcement that the water fight will be starting in just a few minutes, we turn and begin heading towards the field, Noir claiming he was going to regroup with his brother and a few of their friends, and Coffee of course participating in the game.

Normally, you would join in… but you had work in the morning and couldn’t really afford to stay late after the sun went down. So you were just going to observe this year, something you were sure would still be rather entertaining to watch unfold.

Looking down into the small valley where the fight would take place, you noticed groups of people (both human and monster) separated by friends and family eagerly awaiting the starting signal. People are filling squirt guns, super soakers, and even water balloons. You’re pretty sure you even saw some police officers, members of the royal guard, and a few firefighters menacingly cocking their super soakers at each other.

Noir points to his brother and two others (all skeletons) at a picnic blanket up on the hill, away from the action. He says his goodbyes and begins making his way toward them.

I call out after him as he begins walking away, “It was really nice to meet you, even if we didn’t talk for very long. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”

“PERHAPS.”

I hear Coffee chuckle next to me as his friend walks off. The smile he has while overlooking the field just screams trouble. I’m sure he’s planning on getting into lots of mischief during the game.

“I hope you don’t mind solo-ing this match Coffee. It was fun getting to hang out, but I’d rather just watch this year. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime?”

“no p-problem, have f-fun!” He takes off down the hill into the valley, seeming to head towards a particular group. Probably some other friends of his.

Glad he’s excited.

As I find a good spot overlooking the field, I hear a loud horn from the fire truck, and suddenly it’s a war zone!

Water balloons litter the sky as monsters turn on humans, humans against monsters. Friends betray each other, and enemies become friends. Utter chaos. Many dodging happily shrieking children, others drenching their friends with water buckets…. And it seems like the firemen and policemen are having their own personal war, with the firefighters having an obvious advantage with the superior hoses, forcing the police guys to dodge or get soaked, but everyone is laughing and having fun.

It goes on for quite a while, with people only stepping off the edge of the field either to catch their breath or to reload until eventually, it seems as if everyone is worn out.

The sun is near the horizon, and you see families with younger children packing up, preparing to leave. However, many adults are simply waiting to dry off and getting ready for some refreshments and dancing.

After all, another staple of the Echo Festival after the water fight is having plenty of wine to share along with music and dancing, celebrating the changing seasons and the wonderful harvest.

It’s always an excellent way to end the day.

Good food, new friends, and hopefully a nice way to finish out the year before Gyftmas.

You can’t wait for next year's festival, and who knows? Maybe you’ll run into Coffee again sometime. Stranger things have happened.

(In case you prefer reading on AO3)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41830077

Let me know what you think guys! Comments feed fanfic authors and I am no exception to the rule. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

#undertale #undertale fic #there's a latte love here #fellswap gold #wine #coffee #reader

[notthatkindofsoulmate]

All The President's Journals

For reference purposes, here are all of Roland's journals from the Timeless Tome DLC as screenshots with transcriptions:

Log No. 1: This is a Test So it didn’t take long for my cell phone to die. Figuring I wasn’t going to be able to source a charger anytime soon, I needed to find somewhere else to write down my thoughts. This Leafbook thing looks like it’s got a Private Mode so let’s see if it works…

Log No. 2: The Higgledies Back home, some kids imagine there are fairies at the bottom of their garden. But here they don’t have fairies—they have higgledies. And they’re real. Seems not everyone can see them, but it looks like I’m one of the lucky ones who can.

Log No. 3: Wyverns The monsters in this world are nothing like I’ve seen—outside of movies, at least. We’re talking living skeletons, sentient blobs of goo, you name it. Luckily, most of them aren’t too smart, but the wyverns are different. They speak, and sometimes they take humans hostage…

Log No. 4: To Be a King To become a king in this world, you have to make a pact with a creature known as a king-maker. But in order to do that, you first have to pass a test. One which involves fighting. Suffice to say, it’s way more dangerous than becoming president-even if you’re not a kid!

Log No. 5: Untitled Evan’s still just a kid, but he’s already been through a lot. He kind of reminds me of my son. He had to go through a lot too… What I wouldn’t give to see him again… But I think that world is gone. The only question is why I survived…and what I’m doing here.

Log No. 6: The Heartlands If you’re going to build a kingdom, location is everything. I convinced the pirate lady who runs the store to give me a map, and I think I might’ve found the perfect spot. Evan liked the idea and Lofty had no objections either. Now the only problem is the bandits…

Log No. 7: Goldpaw In Goldpaw, they have a ceremony in the main square where they decided the taxes for the coming month by rolling a giant die. There are many ways to run a country, but letting fate decide’s a new one on me. It’s not what you’d call responsible policy making…

Log No. 8: The Trial So it looks like I’m going to play prosecutor in the trial of Pugnacius. I’m used to arguing my case, so I guess I’m the man for the job, and it didn’t seem fair leaving it to Evan. I just wish I didn’t look so darned young!

Log No. 9: Evermore Well, it’s been quite the ride for young Evan. He’s gone from being exiled in a coup to founding his own kingdom, all in the space of a few months. To say I’ve enjoyed it would be an understatement—and Evermore’s story is just beginning. Long live the king!

Log No. 10: Untitled I dreamed of my son last night. We were in the ward. I spoke to him, but there was no response. No way to reach him. But I have to leave the past behind. I’ve got a life here, and people who rely on me. No time to wallow. Still, you can’t choose what you dream about.

Log No. 11: Untitled I can’t afford to waste time listing up all my regrets. This journal was meant to help me stay focused. Right now, my fighting skills are my top priority. I’ve got some spells under my belt, and my sword skills aren’t so bad. As for shooting, what can I say? I’m a natural.

Log No. 12: Boddly You don’t normally have to fight bandits and dragons to get a library card. It makes me wonder what Boddly’s really up to. I get the feeling she’s trying to teach us things that are going to come in handy in the future. I’d ask, but she’s not exactly one for straight answers.

Log No. 13: We Need a Boat I thought with all the magic in this world, you wouldn’t need old-fashioned things like boats to get around, but it seems I was wrong. And here I was waiting for my broomstick to arrive… I can’t deny I’m a little disappointed, but I guess I’ll perk up when we finally set sail.

Log No. 14: Privacy? Forget it… Hydropolis is what we would call a police state. The Queen has her people under 24/7 surveillance and pretty much everything is banned—even love. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she has issues. We had some strange laws back home, but nothing came close to this.

Log No. 15: Hats Off to Lofty Hoping to meet with Leander, Evan and Tani acted out a proposal scene with Lofty directing. I have to say, the guy has some pretty smart ideas on occasion. But then he can’t be that stupid—Evan had to take the Trial of Knowledge before he’d work with him.

Log No. 16: Pirate Power Tani and Batu are always up at the crack of dawn, making a racket. It sure beats an alarm clock. They make a point of going around town and talking to people every day. Some were a little wary of sky pirates at first, but they soon warmed up to them. I’m impressed.

Log No. 17: Broadleaf It was quite the surprise to find a place with technology that wasn’t so far from what we have at home. Not that it’s exactly the same, of course. Entering Broadleaf was like going from a fantasy epic to a sci-fi movie, with the protests leading things an aptly dystopian feel.

Log No. 18: Robots Everywhere When I was a kid, I remember pestering my mom to buy me this robot I’d seen in a toy store. When I finally got it, it was the happiest day of my life. Now we’re going around Broadleaf battling robots that look a whole lot like it. Funny how life turns out…

Log No. 19: Lofty’s All Grown Up Lofty’s transformation was something else. When Evan first told me we were going to meet a kingmaker, that’s exactly the kind of fantastical beast I imagined. But if that’s the real Lofty, does that mean every kingmaker has a mini version? I can’t quite picture it…

Log No. 20: Doloran So who exactly is this Doloran? All we know right now is that he wears a snake mask and goes around stealing kingsbonds. He’s got three so far, and you have to wonder when he’s going to come for Evan’s. I just hope I don’t get another headache when he does…

Log No. 21: The Plot Thickens I spoke to Leander about the Mark of Kings and he came up with one heck of an idea—we could use it to negotiate with Mausinger. Trust him to think outside the box. Anyway, we hatched a daring plan. Now let’s see if we have the acting chops to pull it off…

Log No. 22: Whose Idea was That!? Leander and Bracken teamed up to make the gear I took on my mission to Ding Dong Dell, using some ideas I got from old spy flicks. But I definitely don’t recall mentioning pills that turn you into a frog. I was convinced I’d be stuck that way forever!

Log No. 23: A Trip to the Crypt It seems there’s a crypt in Ding Dong Dell where all of Evan’s ancestors are buried. I guess if things had worked out differently, it’s where he would have ended up one day. Should be an interesting trip—I hear there are royal quotes carved on all the headstones.

Log No. 24: A Royal Pardon Ordinarily, anyone who orchestrated a coup, killed the King, and banished his son and heir wouldn’t warrant forgiveness, but it seems Evan and his late father see things differently. That kid really is one in a million. The people of Evermore are lucky to have him.

Log No. 25: What’s Going On? So here are the facts: I don’t look a day over twenty, there’s not a scratch on me from the attack…and there’s a kid here with cat ears and a tail. Real ones. So what does it all mean? I guess I’m either in a hospital war somewhere, dreaming all this…or I’m dead.

Log No. 26: Trouble Afoot Doloran finally surfaced, and he’s wreaking havoc on the world. He’s reawakened a creature known as the Horned One and is stealing people’s should en masse, turning them into empty husks. I’d say it felt like a movie, but no—no, this feels all too real.

Log No. 27: Untitled I couldn’t protect him. My own son… I don’t know what I just saw—if it was real or just an illusion, some dark dream caused by the evil flooding the world. But what can I do? I have no way of knowing what became of him. All I have are my memories…and my pain.

Log No. 28: Keeping Hope Alive If we don’t do something about the Horned One, this world could end up in an even worse state than mine. I couldn’t do anything to prevent what happened back home, but at least I can stop it from happening again. With Evan at my side, nothing is impossible.

Log No. 29: A Faint Memory I remember looking up and seeing the missile…and I have this nagging sense that I heard someone speak to me. But who was it? Hard as I try, I just can’t figure it out. Maybe it’ll come to me. Or maybe I’ll never know.

Log No. 30: Untitled I think Evan’s going to be just fine without me. Watching him face down Doloran, I knew that I didn’t need to worry anymore. When we first met, he reminded me of my son, and that made me want to protect him. But a lot’s changed since then. Now he can stand alone.

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