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prologue pt. 5
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ezlo-x · 6 months
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how do i explain to everyone that my josha comic is abt my au and not fully connected to totk? 👉👈
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nonasbirthday · 2 years
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Act V is so insane that I sometimes forget that Harrowhark was literally stabbed in the back with her own rapier and theoretically she and Gideon could have matching scars
at least it was a.... Mercy killing
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Prologue pt 6 First | Previous | Next Guess who forgot to update for over a month
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writingsfromhome · 1 year
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The Ex-Text
Prologue (the text)
A/N: warning that this fic does include cheating. I’m trying something new with this format, just a road trip story which is one of my favourite tropes everr. Plus a lot of drama. It was too short to split into parts but I liked the idea of some logues lol. Main should be out soon. Hope y’all like it too. <3
Prologue (text) / Main (ex) / Epilogue (what’s next)
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“He’s cheating on me,” I spit into the phone. My best friend gasps. “I saw him! He’s fucking cheating on me Taz what do I do? Do I confront him? Should I wait ‘til he gets home?”
“Where are you?” She asks.
I’m standing in front of the glass window to the bar that my boyfriend sits at. He’s facing a woman in black, with his hand on her knee, and a smile brightening his face. I blink, my focus going to the reflection in the glass. I look back at myself, dazed and heartbroken and disheveled.
“I’m-“ my voice cracks. I was not going to fucking cry here. I sniffle and move down the street to a parkette, a bench warmed by the sun invites me to sit down. “I’m at this patch of grass that’s a pathetic excuse for a park. Taz I don’t know what to do!”
“You don’t have to do anything right now. Where are you exactly? Let me come to you! Or come over. Don’t do anything rash-“
“I want to,” I sniffle. I wanted to, but all the energy had been drained from my body as soon as I sat down. “I was planning my future with this fucker. I…I thought he was going to propose soon! I caught him looking at rings the last time we were out remember? Do you…d’you think they were for her? Oh my god I’m such an idiot Ican’tbelieveIdidn’tseeit!”
It wasn’t British of me at all. At all. But I hang my head and sob. I couldn’t hold it in, my future crumbles before my eyes and all I can do is cry.
“Fuck’s sake,” I hear Taz say. “I’m coming to get you.”
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. How long I sat there until Taz found me—she’s tracked my phone. She called us a cab and taken me to her place where I crash on the couch for three days. Ethan had called and texted me, growing progressively worried. Until he showed up at Taz’s and her fiance had kept him out.
I always wanted to be one of those girls who was strong and tough, who could tell a guy who she’d been dating for nearly two years where he can shove it when he cheated on her.
Instead I was the girl who curled up even tighter when she heard his voice at the door. When he shouted her name over her best friend’s fiance’s body (that was built like a brick, I knew he wasn’t getting past).
I was the girl who snuck into the flat when I knew he was gone to work to get everything out with the help of friends.
It was two weeks before I could face him. He’d apologized, tried to give excuses but I was so numb by then I’d just let him ramble before giving an excuse about having to go and leaving him behind. I never quite got the closure I wanted but I was okay with stuffing it into the dark parts of my mind and never thinking about it again.
That is until 10 months later an invitation shows up in my inbox.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say at the notification. My colleague in the next cubicle turns his head and I duck down. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.
I click the email subject * Ethan and Van Make it Forever *
If you’re reading this, you mean a lot to us!
Join us on October 17 for a small (medium) celebration of love and commitment. No gifts, just your sexy selves.
Glitter rains down on loop over the invitation while dreamy clouds move on loops from side to side in the back. My own thoughts loop: is this a fucking joke?
“Y/N?”
“Yes?” I look up over the cubicle to where my name’s being called. My manager points to the room he’s in.
“We need minutes?”
“Oh…” I glance at my growing inbox. I didn’t actually have the time to lend a hand but I didn’t know how to say no. “Be there in a minute.”
My colleague beside me glances over and shakes his head. I shrug my shoulders and take my laptop in to spend the next hour in excruciating pain as I take pointless notes on a meeting I have no clue about. By the end of it my fingers are cramping and my inbox had doubled.
I had forwarded the email to my best friend by then and when I get back to my desk, collapsed in my seat, I read all of her 13 texts. They weren’t family friendly and they definitely make me feel better. I wasn’t crazy. My ex who cheated on me had invited me to his wedding.
My phone vibrates, Taz. But instead it’s a number I’d only ever gotten bad news from. One-time bad news I’d dubbed the ex-text. I open it:
Did you get the invite too?
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Harry:
The invitation wakes me up, and I untangle myself from the warm body beside me to get my phone. Apparently I’d missed a phone call too.
I open the email and can’t help the laugh that comes out. Obviously nothing is funny, it’s unbelievable.
“Hm?” The woman beside me stirs, but my eyes are glued to the invitation. What a bitch, I can’t believe she had the audacity to invite me to her wedding!
I remember it so vividly, my girlfriend of years telling me she wasn’t in love with me anymore. That she met someone new. I’d asked how long, I had to ask again before she told me. Since the spring. So I had been walking around and living my life for over three months thinking my girlfriend loved me, that we were soulmates and all the other bullshit.
I couldn’t be depressed, I lived that next month with a drink attached to my lips at any given moment. It ruined me. It ruined my whole life. And then I got angry, that was when the drunk phone calls and late night messages began. I found out the person who replaced me. I stalked him on the internet and when I found out he had a girlfriend, it was my lucky day.
I’d texted my ex then, hoping this piece of news would be the end of that relationship. She’d come crawling back to me. Instead she had said, I know. He’s breaking up with her he just needs some time. Harry nothing’s changed, we’re not going to get back together.
I put on my detective hat, somehow through some intense stalking and help from a friend I’d gotten this stranger’s number. Then I’d texted her the screenshot, the photos on my ex’s private page of her and him. I was dropping a bomb on this random stranger but she needed to know. That’s how I justified it.
It was over a year since this all came about and everyone in my life expected me to be over it. Including my ex. I text her, hoping her number was still the same.
Are you really inviting me to your wedding with him?
She responds immediately, I thought we were at a place where I could. That you could be happy for me? It’s been so long.
She was delusional. How could I ever be happy for me after she left me like that, blindsided and broken hearted. The only conversations between us since then were when she wished me happy birthday. We never spoke.
Did he invite the girl he left behind too? I go with snarky, my favourite tone.
No ofc not. But are you coming? You can bring a + one.
I’ll see
Hope to see you there. xx
She really was delusional. A part of me wanted to show up, prove to her or me or the universe I could get on with my life. But I also didn’t want to be in this alone. I put my skills to work and an hour or so later, after the girl I woke up with had gone home and I put my empty coffee mug in the sink I text her. The stranger whose life I had imploded.
Did you get the invite too?
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possessedbydevils · 2 months
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backstage-if · 11 months
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haruka in the beginning of my au
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prologue pt. 6
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exodus-au · 2 months
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Prologue - Sky's escape
The story begins - Sky escapes the Hylian nebula.
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“Come on you damn ship plot the coordinates already…” His hands danced over the controls in front of him. Trained hands and eyes dodging and weaving through black sparks of energy as the ship spiralled through the space in front of him. The yellows that danced across his viewfinder slowly faded as he forced his ship further and further into the dark of the expanse.
“Master” A familiar chime across his implant echoed through his mind as Fi sprung to life. “I detect hull damage; our attackers appear to be targeting your engines.” Her voice was cool and collected as she had been for so long. The calm in the torrent storm that was in his mind after allowing himself to be convinced by Sol to recon the planet.
A shot hit home, and he felt the impact force the ship forward ever so slightly. Sending his body forward, he flapped his wings to steady his footing before opening another panel. Allowing the command chamber to expand. Reds and blues danced through his vision as he lifted himself off the ground. Wings spread wind as anger erupted through his core. “Alright, You damn D3 assassin’s. Come here.
“Fi I’m commencing Symbiotic connection” With the press of a button on the controls, gold holographic feathers began to spiral around him.
They danced across his body as he could feel the controls of the ship echo through his soul. The ship was now his body. A symbiotic bond formed.
With a flap of his wings, he spun around and performed an aerial flip. The ship followed his movements as he closed the gap between himself and his attacker. Settling the ship behind him he raised an arm, forcing a feather into his palm as he went. Slashing it in front of him the ship followed his movements. Huge mechanical claws Slashed across the viewfinder as they cut into the Ship in front of him. Splitting it in half as he rose, forcing the ship to rise with him. Before releasing the control for the weapons and forcing the ship to accelerate instead.
His head began to throb.
“Master you must release the symbiotic control.” Fi’s voice echoed through his head again.  As he continued to push through the throbbing in his head. “You are unable to maintain that state for long.”
Don’t remind me…
“They are trying to stop me from escaping.” He flapped his wings again, the ship steadily increasing in its acceleration as he continued to dodge fire from his now less-of-a-problem group of attackers.  “They are trying to box me in.”
His eyes scanned the dark expanse of space moving his body left then right, dodging and weaving the laser fire as he continued ever onward. The comforting yellows fading out to deep black and purple.
“I know master. But you must stop.” Her voice seemed more insistent. “Go back to standard controls.”
Nope… He looked over to the controls again. The SC Drive wasn’t fully charged but it would be soon. Another impact forced the ship to lurch again, the sudden movement in the space around him forced him to the ground. Sending the ship into a free dive as he attempted to stand.
“Master. Maintaining full symbiotic control over the ship while you also must do so for your wings will lead to exhaustion. You risk your life by continuing this course of action.” Her steady voice the sound of reason in his mind as emotions rocked through him.
His head hurt… His eyes stung.
His eyes flashed over the controls one by one. “Can't lead him to the fleet…” He was trapped, he would die and he would fail and his people would die. “Can’t take him to Skyloft…” His hands stilled as laser fire rocked the ship again. The throbbing in his head was more prominent.
“Master.”
He paused. Before releasing the feathers from his body. Allowing them to fade as he landed gently on the ground. One hand to the floor while the other held his head.
“Fi…”
“I have already taken limited control of the ship to allow you time to recover.”
“Sol said there was some sort of government on the other side of the expanse…” Standing he pulled up a map, allowing it to flicker to life as the sounds of explosions echoed through his ears. Spotting a collection of planets.
“Farore’s core… Farores core…” He hastily said as he opened up a panel. His hands shook. “I have to.. I have to.”
“Spiral charge drive almost charged Master Celestial Sphere.” Fi’s voice echoed through his head again. A wave of calm washed over his body as the lights of alarm bells rang through the ship. Warning lights and ship warnings echoed through the air.
“I told you to call me Sky…” He mumbled.
‘Fire detected in engine bay two.’
His head turned rapidly to the right before he scanned the control panel once again. It now flashing a shade of orange. “Then you better hurry it up, take power from other systems if you must I don’t know…”
He was cut off by the sound of an explosion. “Dammit!”
“Master, I detect multiple impacts. We can't take much more damage.”
‘Left hand wing integrity at 23%’
“I know… I know…” He worked over the controls faster entering final coordinates as a green nebula appeared on the viewfinder. And a marker indicating the planet. Or at least he hoped it was a planet. Appeared.
“Master coordinates set for Farore’s core. Spiral charge core online, we must depart the Hylian nebula if we are to survive.”
“Then let's get out of here!” With the wave of his hand he opened the system to confirm the jump. Thumping it with his fist. It flashed green twice, then a voice sounded over the internal ship systems.
‘Spiral charge launching, destination Castle, Farore’s core.’
“I’ll come back my rising sun, We’ll take back bolt from Demise. We have too…”
The viewfinder stretched the stars as they began to spiral around his vision. Forming a tunnel which the ship hurried through. The sounds of laser fire fading to the stars as he felt the tunnel close behind them.
He released the breath he was holding as the alarms continued to flare.
‘Fire detected in engine bay four’
“Fi! Send a distress call to the nearest planet when we exit. I don’t think I’m going to be awake for.”
CRASH
The ship lurched, throwing the Skyloftian from his pedestal. The he registered the crack of something as he hit the steel walls. He could hear alarms as the world around him spun. A warm substance dripped down the side of his face. He could feel his wings had become detached… The remainders of the mounting device in pieces besides him.
Fi… He tried to call through the noise.
‘Warning spiral charge core offline, course not completed, planetary destination changed’
That wasn’t good…
‘Warning, engines two and four are offline, unable to course correct.’
Prepare for emergency declaration procedures.
Deceleration procedures failed.
Collision imminent
‘Fire in engine bays four through seven.’
Fi… I… need… cover…
Collision imminent
‘Hull damage in sectors one seven and nine.’
Fi… help…
Collision imminent
‘Life support systems on emergency power’
Collision imminent
Fi…
And his world went dark.
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vinelark · 10 months
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what’s your highly specific bedtime story au?? I’m curious!
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it's a super complicated/self-indulgent AU wherein, via a frankenstein's monster setup made of bits and pieces of different tropes, 12 y/o tim ends up remotely taking on jason's injuries during the joker beatdown. robin!jason suddenly has his full strength back in the warehouse and manages to escape, and tim is rushed to a gotham hospital pretty immediately so he also survives (albeit with lasting pain/injuries), but he's the only one who knows what really happened. though, through one of many misunderstandings i built the whole concept around, tim thinks batman knows what happened. bruce really does not, and tim is forbidden from interacting with the waynes for [waves hand at another plotline] reasons, so the truth doesn't come to light for about six years. and that's when the plot really starts. so it's a long convoluted "tim joins the bats late and also suffers a lot in the meanwhile" AU catered to my incredibly specific angst tastes. perfect for chewing on at 3am when i can't sleep!
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The Last Door: Prologue
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