#my brother who's 2 years older than me is learning the same thing I am

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Could u write a princess of Monaco and Arthur lecrelc , I see this being written so much for Charles and none for Arthur

thank you :)

Queen of Monaco (Arthur Leclerc X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (haha we have the same mind bc I was already drafting this before you requested it)

Warnings: death of parents and brother (mentioned), google translate, the Monaco curse is affecting Arthur now and that's a warning itself bro. I am in denial about the race results today, so I made this to make me happy.

Pronouns: She/Her

W.C. 4108

Summary: The beginning of the relationship between Arthur Leclerc and the Queen of Monaco.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(@/Arthur's insta from January 29, 2023)

It was a normal day in Monaco. It was not a race week, and there were no pressing matters to attend. I had just returned to Monaco last week after attending the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in the United States, but I just received my Bachelor's degree and wanted to return home before starting my Master's. I decided to take my first semester online, so I could go home and spend time with my family.

When I got back, my parents urgently began to train me for the throne even though I was not next in line. Despite having an older brother who was scheduled to become the King of Monaco after my parents, he had to serve in the military before he could move forward. They wanted to have me prepare in the event that something happened to him in battle. 

I had never really been in the public eye due to my brother being the next in line. He was always the one attending meetings, trainings, and keeping up appearances. I was free to do as I pleased for the most part, but in 2015, they sent me to a training school in London. It taught the basics of monarchy and the foundations of how to run a country. It was the same one my brother attended. Even in my spare time, I found my passion in mechanical engineering and aerodynamics. It took some persuasion, but my parents allowed me to attend MIT after my graduation because they were so sure that I would not be needed. My brother is in the final stages of the training. All he needed to do was finish the last few months of military training, and then he would be crowned. 

Upon my return, I learned that my mother was ill, so they wanted to get my brother crowned quickly. However, they practically had to start from square one since I was provided very minimal training in London. My father was furious, not at me, but at the situation they had been placed in. They told me the best thing I could do while they prepare the training is to memorize Monaco as it had been nearly seven years since I had been here. 

I was walking down the pier, looking at all of the little shops that lined the pavement and the boats at the dock. There was a small ice cream shop, a couple of clothing stores, a few restaurants, and a salon. I realized that I had not had my hair professionally done since before college, so I thought it would be a good idea to treat myself.

“Bonjour, comment puis-je vou aider? (Hello, how can I help you?)” A lady greeted me as I stepped through the door. It was a small shop, no one else was in there, but it was cute and welcoming other than the fact that I could not remember French for the life of me.

“I’m sorry, my French is no good,” I replied sheepishly, fully prepared to leave, but the woman stopped me.

“Oh, not a problem, dear. My name is Pascale, what can I help you with?” She smiled, kindly, leading me over to one of the chairs. 

“Well, I haven’t gotten my hair done in almost four years, so I think it’s time to freshen up,” I explained. 

“Oh perfect, I can most certainly help with that,” She laughed, placing an apron around my shoulders. “Are you thinking about dye, highlights, trim, cutting…” She started listing more but I couldn't follow along with all of the terminology. 

“Uh, probably just a trim,” I chuckled, “my parents would kill me if I showed up with short, dyed hair.”

“Not a problem at all,” she grinned and began cutting the ends, little by little, as we made small conversations. “What do you do for work?”

“I actually don’t have a job at the moment,” technically, “but I just came back from the United States. I was at MIT for the last four years, getting my bachelors in mechanical engineering and aerodynamics, and before that, I attended boarding school in London.”

“That’s interesting,” she hummed, “Sounds like you like Formula 1?”

“Not so much the races. I just like the cars,” I laughed in response. “I like learning what could make the cars better, faster, stronger, and safer, but the actual races aren't something for me. I watched one too many accidents end badly, so I can never find enjoyment in it anymore. The last race I went to was in Japan, and I lost my best friend.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that, dear. If you ever need to talk, I’m here,” Pascale consoled. I looked at her confused through the mirror. She just set the scissors down just as her phone got a notification. She pulled out her phone and opened the notification. It was a text message with a picture. “That is my son, Charles, and his best friend, Pierre. They’re in Formula 1. They went out karting today, and he just sent me this.”

“Oh, Charles Leclerc and Pierre Gasly! I know them,” I recognized immediately. “That’s your son?”

“Yeah, he’s always had this passion for driving, so I’m proud to see him living his dreams,” She smiled, putting her phone back, and resumed cutting my hair.

“Well, I’m proud of him too, and I don’t even know him.” I laughed. 

“Maybe, if you’d ever change your mind, you could join us for a race,” Pascale offered. “Only if you’re up for it.”

“I’ll have to see, but probably not,” I declined nervously. 

“It’s not a problem, dear,” She said, patting my shoulders. “But you are all done. How do you like it?”

My hair was shorter by a couple of inches, but it felt so much lighter and healthier than it did earlier today. “I love it so much, Pascale! Thank you so much! How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing, just promise you’ll think about joining us? It would do you some good to get to know more people, and you could even check out the cars before the race! If you’re not comfortable staying for the race, you can always leave. Just promise you’ll think about it before immediately rejecting it?” She pleaded.

“Fine, I’ll think about it,” I laughed, “but only because you were so persuasive!”

–

The next time I was out in the streets was nearly a week later. My time was being packed with different trainings and attending private events, but nothing public yet so as to not stir up controversy. I decided to go to a local bakery and get some tea and some food. The food in the castle just did not compare to my favorite bakery. Not by a long shot. 

When I walked in, there were not a lot of people in there. It was a small shop with only two tables and a counter. There was the person behind the counter, Ella, and three people at the tables. One sat by himself and the other two occupied the second table. I approached Ella and ordered a tea and sandwich. She said she would bring it right over once it was finished, and I approached the man sitting by himself.

“Bonjour,” I greeted, my French was slowly coming back to me but not enough to carry a full conversation. The man looked up from his phone at me. He had blue eyes and shady blonde hair. He had airpods in and took one out as I approached the table. “My name is Y/n. Would it be alright if I sit with you? The other table is filled.”

 “Of course,” He responded immediately, moving the bag that was hanging on the other chair to the floor. “I’m Arthur.”

“Nice to meet you, Arthur. Thank you for letting me sit with you,” I laughed, taking the seat that he pulled out for me. “I really appreciate that.”

“It’s my pleasure,” He chuckled along, “It was just empty anyway.”

~

That was the start of an inseparable bond. It was strange having someone so close again because even though I had some friends in school, they were never as close as Arthur was. For the first couple of months, any time that was not filled with training was spent with each other. Whether it be chilling in his apartment, driving around Monaco, boat rides, and random trips around France and Italy, we were content with doing random acts of entertainment. It didn’t take long before he asked me to be his girlfriend.

One thing we knew would be difficult is the time commitments. With his recent change from Formula 3 to Formula 2 and more royal training for me, we knew it was going to be more time-consuming. That didn’t stop us, however. Tuesdays were the most random day of the week, but neither of us had any responsibilities.

One day in particular, the day before he was set to go to Australia, we were at his apartment, and I was helping him pack since he *conveniently* forgot. We had gone to get smoothies and acai bowls earlier that morning before heading to his apartment. Then, after we ate, we put on some music as background noise while we packed and conversed back and forth.

“Would you ever come to a race with me?” He asked as he pulled a couple of shirts out of his closet. “I know you didn’t have a good experience at the last one, but would you be willing to give it another time?”

“I don’t know, A. I get anxiety just knowing you’re racing,” I explained. Moving to fold the shirts he’s pulling out. 

“That sound like an improvement!” He laughed, jumping over and wrapping his arms around my shoulders as I put the folded clothes in the suitcase. “When we first started talking, you said no immediately. Now, you’re saying you don’t know.”

“What can I say?” I leaned back into his embrace, “You are pretty persuasive.”

“What are the chances of you coming to the Monaco Grand Prix with me?”

“The odds are in your favor since I don’t go anywhere,” I laughed in response. He turned me around in his arms. He was pouting and had his head tilted slightly. “No, don’t do the puppy face. You know I can’t say no to that face.”

“Please?”

With a heavy sigh and a joking eye roll, I caved. I was about to vocalize my decision, but my phone started ringing. This time, my sigh was out of annoyance after seeing it was from Mila, my personal guard and trainer.  “I need to answer that, but yes, I promise to go to the Monaco Grand Prix with you.”

“Of course,” He exclaimed, kissing me all over my face. “I will take care of everything. You go take the call, and I’ll finish packing in here.”

With a small smile, I walked out of his bedroom to the living room and stepped out onto the balcony before answering the phone. “Hi, Mila. What did I forget?”

“Nothing, but are you near the palace?” She responded. Just the tone of her voice made me nervous.

“Not really, I’m about 20 minutes away. Do I need to head back?” 

“Yes, let me know when you get here.” And with that, she hung up. I walked back in to see Arthur with his suitcase fully packed by the door.

“I need to head home,” I started. “Something’s not right.”

“That’s fine,” He reassured, pulling me into a hug. “I’ll need to head out for my flight soon anyway, so I’ll walk you to your car.” 

During the drive back, my mind wandered. Was there a meeting I missed? I couldn’t remember having anything scheduled on a Tuesday. Most meetings were on Mondays or Wednesdays and policy training sessions were Thursdays and Fridays. Maybe there was a last-minute meeting.

Pulling through the gates, I texted Mila once I parked in our car park, and a few guards were waiting for me. “Hi, what did I miss?”

“Y/n, we need to talk,”  one of the guards, Chris, said, and right then, I knew things were worse than I thought. We walked through the corridors to reach one of the meeting rooms, but the only person in there was Mila. The guards immediately turned around and left the room.

“Mila-”

“Have a seat,” She cut me off, gesturing to the seat next to her. I took it hesitantly as I looked at her skeptically. “So, I’m not going to beat around the bush with this. As you know, your mother, the queen, was sick.”

“I assume she died then? That’s what this was for?” I cut her short. However, there was something on her face that said she wasn’t finished. “Okay, I’ll let you continue.”

She shook her head dismissively, “No, it’s fine, but you’re right. She passed away early this morning.”

“So my brother will be crowned when he comes back?”

“That’s the next news,” Mila paused. I encouraged her to just rip the bandaid off because I was getting impatient. “Your father went to the base to get your brother, but there was an explosion. There was a gas leak, and somehow the building they were in exploded. We’re still waiting on the details.”

“Wait, so my entire family…” I trailed off, but she knew where I was going. She just nodded solemnly as she pulled me into her side. “So that means…”

“It means you are to be the queen.”

~

Third POV

Ever since the Melbourne Grand Prix, Arthur has been talking about how his girlfriend was going to join him on the paddock for the Monaco Grand Prix. To say that his friends and brothers teased him would be putting it lightly. Any chance they could, they asked questions about this “girlfriend” of his that they had never heard of, and Arthur was willing to spill all of the details. On the Thursday before the Monaco Grand Prix when he was driving to the track with Charles, he accidentally let it slip that he actually had not heard from her recently. He asked Charles to check his phone to see if she had texted him recently.

“Wait, you haven't heard from her in over a month and you’re not at all worried?” Charles asked, very concerned for someone he’s never met.

“No, we’ve definitely texted recently,” Arthur responded in disbelief. When they pulled up to a red light, Charles showed him that the last message from her was April 1. “No, we’ve definitely talked.”

“Here, pull over. We’ll switch, so you can call her, and I’ll drive us the rest of the way to the track,” Charles said, already getting out of the car as soon as they were on the shoulder. He immediately dialed her number, and after a few rings, it went to voicemail. He thought about leaving her a voice message, but she was already calling him back before he could start.

“Hey, traffic is hideous, but I’m almost there,” She started her explanation. She was sitting in the backseat with a couple of guards, and Mila as her driver took them to the track. “Are you already there?”

“No, we’re not there yet,” he laughed. “Charles and I are still stuck in traffic, but we noticed that I hadn’t messaged you since the Australian Grand Prix. Thought I would call to see if you were still coming.” Charles was half listening to the conversation, but he was smiling to himself, hearing how lovestruck his younger brother sounded.

“Oh, definitely,” She chuckled. Mila nudged the girl with a knowing grin. “I’ve just been insanely busy recently, but I promised. On the bright side, I finished my training!”

“No way, I’m so proud of you, ma chéri!” Arthur cheered. Charles was a little confused as he pulled into the track, but let it go, knowing Arthur would explain it later. “Does that mean there will be a ceremony or something?”

“You could call it a ceremony, yes,” She giggled. She noticed that they were only a few blocks away from the car park of the track, so she turned her phone away toward her shoulder as she directed a question to Mila, “Could I jump out and meet up with Arthur before the race? I promise I’ll be careful, and I’ll be in the box before it starts.” Mila turned to discuss it with one of the guards who was entirely against it. “Please, I won’t leave Arthur’s side, and you know he’s trustworthy.”

“I won’t let her out of my sight, Mila!” Arthur’s voice could be heard through the phone despite it not being on speaker. She gestured to the phone at her shoulder as Mila tried to reason with the guard.

“I’ll go with you,” Mila said as she started collecting their passes and jumping out of the car that was stopped in the traffic going into the parking lot. Y/n immediately climbed out of the back, pulling her phone back up to her ear.

“Alright, Arthur, where do you want us to meet you?”

~~

First POV

“You seem to have gotten shorter since Melbourne,” I laughed as I ran into Arthur’s arms from where he was waiting at the Dams garage. 

“You’re wearing heels,” he pointed out after we pulled away. “What are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?”

“You say that like you don’t like me in heels,” I teased back.

“Ok, lovebirds,” Mila pulled our attention away from each other, “I am going to head up to our seats. Don’t tell anyone I left.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. Thank you, Mila,” I responded as she started walking away.

“You have seats?” Arthur asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t want to rely on you for the passes for Mila, so she bought us hospitality seats,” I explain. It wasn’t the whole truth, but I could not just tell him that in the open. “Is it possible to talk somewhere away from the cameras?”

“You’re not breaking up with me, right?” He immediately jumped to conclusions.

“No, no, no, no,” I quickly shut down. “Je t’aime trop pour partir, mon amour. I just want to tell you something. (I love you too much to leave, my love)”

“Je t’aime, ma belle, (I love you, my beauty)” He whispered, pulling me in for a light kiss before leading me back towards the driver’s room he shares with Ayumu. “Make yourself comfortable.”

I took a seat on one of the beanbags as Arthur sat right next to me. I took a deep breath before deciding the best way to tell him was just to say it fast. “Arthur, I need to tell you about my family.”

“Are you trying to have me meet your family already? You could meet my brothers and maman today if you want,” He rambled.

“I can meet them, but you won’t be able to meet my family. That day you left for Australia was the day I found out they passed away.” I paused looking at his reactions. He looked sorrowful as he grasped my hands and ran his thumbs across the backs of my hands. “Maman had an illness, and papa went to get my brother from the base.”

“Your brother’s in the military?” He asked.

“Was,” I answered. He looked even more confused at that before I continued. “He was serving in the military as his last stage of training. Kind of like my trainings, he had to serve in the military.”

“What kind of training did you need to do? Was this part of your degree or something?”

“No, that’s the big secret I haven’t been able to tell you,” I whispered, putting my head down as I felt guilty for not explaining this sooner.

“Anything you have to say, I will accept you either way,” He reassured me as he pulled me into his chest and kissed my head. “I understand that you have your reasons for hiding some things, so whatever this is, it is not going to stop me from loving you.”

“What if it is complex with more spotlight than you already have?” I asked, throwing my head to rest on his shoulder and looking into his blue eyes. “What if it’s a big change?”

“When we go public, it will be a big change, but I’m willing to do anything for you, ma princesse.”

“Reine, (Queen)” I whispered.

“Quoi? (What)” He responded just as fast.

“What if I told you my parents were the king and queen of Monaco? And my older brother was the prince of Monaco? And now that they’re gone, I will be the queen of Monaco? What would you do?” 

He went silent for a few seconds before whispering, “Are you serious?” My silence was enough of an answer for him to jump up, pulling me with him as he starts laughing and spinning us in circles. He set me down after a couple of spins before holding me at arm's length,  “I would completely understand. I mean you probably didn’t plan on taking the throne because of your brother, and you’d just come back from studying. I only tell people who need to know, and when we met, I wasn’t someone who needed to know. We haven't talked since you found out, so I could never be upset with something like that.”

“But now, if we tell people, you will be heavily scrutinized as people will see you as a potential king,” I signed, happy to know he isn’t upset with me, but still wanting him to see all sides before completely agreeing to move forward. “You’d have more on your list.”

“The only question I would have is if it would interfere with racing,” He turned serious.

“I would never let them keep you from your passions,” I laughed. “They have to respect it by order of the queen.”

“Well, then I would see no issues against continuing to be by your side, ma reine,” he chuckled with a mocking bow.

“Merci mon beau prince, (Thank you my handsome prince)” I mocked back, “now by order of the queen, go win this race.”

~~

“And Arthur Leclerc passes Fredrik Vesti in the final turn of the race,” Crofty shouted over the radio during the final lap of the race. I was up in the hospitality seats with Mila and the guards but headed down to the pitlane a couple of laps before since I was going to be presenting the trophies. I was standing at the pit wall with Charles, Lorenzo, and Pascale, who I met (again) just before the race. “The Monaco Curse is broken for Arthur Leclerc as he wins his first Monaco Grand Prix!”

 I left the pit wall to meet everyone at the podium and stopped to meet up with Mila on my way over. She and the guards escorted me through the crowds. “I’ll tell you now, one of you will need to tell Arthur not to out our relationship when I give him his trophy.”

At the podium, I stood behind the steps as Alice announces the winners. “In third place, we have Théo Pourchaire! In second place, we have Frederik Vesti! And in first place, breaking the Monaco Curse, the home favorite, Arthur Leclerc! Presenting the trophies today is the future Queen of Monaco, Y/n.”

“I’m proud of you,” I said to Arthur as I handed him the trophy.

“Merci, now if only Charles could win,” He joked, taking the trophy and posing with it.

“I’ll tell him you’re talking crap about him,” I teased back, moving away to grab the next trophy for Dams. I handed them all out and expressed my congratulations to the other two drivers before posing for the picture and immediately ducking back as I knew Arthur would try to spray me. I walked down the stairs to meet up with Charles before he heads back to Ferrari for his own race. “Arthur’s talking shit about you. You better win.”

“I’m starting sixth, so we have hope,” Charles responded as he rolled his eyes.

“Just don’t box for hards at the last lap again and you’ll be fine,” I laughed as if it were really that simple. 

“Maybe I broke the curse for both of us or maybe I just had some good luck today,” Arthur said, coming up behind us and throwing his arm around my shoulders.

“Oh yeah, what good luck did you have?” Charles teased, punching Arthur into me.

“Maybe just the future queen of Monaco.”

~~~~~

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Tw: Vil is a manipulative older brother; Idia

Info: Vil and Reader; Idia x Reader; Riddle Rosehearts x Reader; Leona Kingscholar x Reader

🍓How exciting that I got the second chapter done. It's considerably shorter, but I hope it's still worth reading. Love you all, enjoy!

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You sit quietly in your room, drenched in sweat in clothes far too small for your frame. You felt like a child waiting for a scolding. You might as well be. The anticipation of your brother's reaction to your little escapade with Epel was wearing on your mind since the guards set you back into your room.

No one was allowed to visit you, and you weren’t allowed to leave - at least, that's what you assumed the burly guards placed outside your door and windows were for. You sighed – you’d been doing that a bit too much today. 

Left alone with nothing but your thoughts and time, you decided you would ponder about what happened to you today instead of driving yourself mad with worry. 

You turned another year older and had another extravagant party where all you did was sit and watch your guests enjoy it for you. You learned your brother intended to sell your heart off to the highest bidder of jackasses in all of Twisted Wonderland. And… most importantly, you realized that you and your brother are not nearly as close as you thought.

Just how many secrets was he keeping from you? 

Did he banish you from the forest because he knew about that phantom? If he knew why didn’t he tell you about it? Why has he done nothing to stop it until now? What about all the citizens you know who frequent that forest? Was it all right for them to go in with such potential danger?

So many questions swirling in your head, you nearly forgot about the strangest thing of all—that man from the party. You hadn’t even caught his name, but he had made such a lasting impression on you. 

You took the hat he gave you off your head, examining it with curiosity. He knew so much and was so charming and sneaky at the same time. If you were a weaker person, you would’ve fallen for him in a heartbeat. 

His words still echoed in your head, how people wanted to harm you, how he wanted to see you again. You won’t lie and say it didn’t make your heart race a little.

Your door creaked open, and you looked up from the hat, fiddling with the brim of the hat. The long-awaited confrontation has come.

Vil’s face was practiced patience, the perfect queen stood in front of you. Not a hint of what he felt was leaking through his facade, but you knew he was pissed beyond words. He took his seat from the tea table and pulled it to sit across from you, resting in it as if it were a throne.

Were you a regular citizen, or were this a normal day, you would be horrified. However, you had sat with your thoughts long enough to understand you had every right to be leagues angrier than he was.

He stared you down, waiting for you to relent. When you didn’t, he sighed, shaking his head.

“This was a rebellion,” he started.

“Was it? I wasn’t sure. Thank you for letting me know, brother.” you shot back with venom dripping from every word.

“You are angry.”

“You have betrayed my trust.”

“I am doing what I must for the betterment of our people.”

“The betterment of our people includes selling me off to the dragon prince that everyone is afraid of?”

“I am not selling you off.”

“What are you doing then? Vil, he claimed I was his betrothed!”

“He is trying for your hand, as everyone else will, fairly.”

“Who is everyone else.”

He sighed again, clearly frustrated with your unwillingness to bend to him. It felt liberating to see him upset in the same way you had felt upset since your parents died.

“Leona, Riddle, Malleus, and Idia are your main contenders,” he admits, rubbing his temples, "there are a few more, but they don't stand much of a chance."

“I can’t believe you offered my hand to Leona Kingscholar. You do know he hates my guts, right?”

“And I hate him, but his family adores you, and the alliance would be beneficial.”

You groaned, burying your head in your hands, “It’s always about benefits with you isn’t it? Could you not think of what is fair and kind for me for once?”

Your brother did not respond for a long moment, and you thought that perhaps he had left, but then he wrapped you into a tight hug. He hugged you like he used to when you were both little kids, both innocent to the world around you and still afraid of the shadows on the wall and monsters under your beds. Despite all your anger and your unanswered questions, you melted into his arms and cried your heart out.

“I have not been kind or fair to you, and I apologize for failing you in such a way,” he whispered, “you can trust me, my darling. I have never done anything that wasn’t in your best interest.”

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

You did not learn much that night, or the many nights afterward. You doubted that your brother would’ve told you much about the monsters in the woods if you asked anyway. It had been weeks since your night in the woods, and things were returning to normal… sort of.

If you ignored the new presence of your new suitors wandering around the palace. Ah, and, your new guards. Courtesy of Riddle Rosehearts. Seems he wanted to get on your brother's good side early, so he sent you two of his kingdom's ‘best’ knights. If by best he meant stupidest.

Ace and Deuce were diligent but incredibly easy to rile up – especially Deuce. Ace spent most of his time trying to do just that, and Deuce always fell for the bait without fail. They were just magnets for trouble, though. ‘Trouble’ being Roseheart’s attention, of course. 

You were in the library with them at this moment, skimming through history books, attempting to find any information about what you saw in the forest. All you knew was that these creatures were fictional in the eyes of the public, but the history books could tell you something.

They weren't proving too useful.

You wondered how that mysterious man found so much information on this creature. First-hand experience, maybe? If that were the case, then shouldn’t more people be aware that these creatures are real?

You sighed, closing another dud of a book on the table. 

“‘Nother loss?” Ace asked from his seat next to you, flipping through a nonsensical fiction book.

You nodded, picking up the next one to start looking through it. You’d been at this for hours and still hadn’t gotten anywhere.

“Maybe you should take a break,” Deuce offered shyly, still not used to being friendly with royalty.

“Nah, let ‘em suffer,” Ace snarked, closing his book with a laugh.

You rolled your eyes, “It wouldn’t be so bad if I had some help.”

“We’re not helping you chase a crazy dream, Your Highness,” he teased.

“I believe you princess.” Deuce defended, though he made no effort to grab a book.

“Thank you, Deuce. It’s nice that one of my guards appreciates me and my mind.” You joked lightly, enjoying the way Deuce perked up at the praise.

“Aw, you’re such a suck-up,” Ace groaned, “seriously though, what do you think you’re gonna find in these old history books.” He snatched the book out of your hands, flipping through the pages, “This stuff is hidden, so looking in the regular books probably won’t get you anywhere.”

You sighed, slumping in your chair. He was more right than you’d like to give him credit for, and it frustrated you to no end when you were proven wrong. 

“Hey, don’t give up just yet, we can still find something if we work together,” Deuce assured squeezing your shoulder, and you gave him a tired smile. 

Instead of comforting you as well, Ace stood from his seat with a posh look on his face. Book in hand, he began reading from it in a voice that you assumed was mocking yours. He had his own way of making things easier, you supposed.

It was just what you needed too, to be poked fun at. It was making this process far less arduous. You and Deuce both laughed gleefully at his obnoxious display, so he amped it up, pretending to be more prissy and royal.

None of you heard the door opening through all the noise you were making, nor the clicking of heeled boots and clanking of metal armor until it was too late.

A voice cleared behind the three of you, and you knew it was Rosehearts by the way Deuce and Ace immediately stiffened. You sighed, turning to look at the Duke with boredom, waiting for his routine lecture. 

“I was unaware that your training taught you to mock the princess, Ace, is that what you've learned, or do I have to send you back to the kingdom for remedial lessons,” he said, scowl wrinkling up his otherwise stunning face.

“No sir!” they responded with varying levels of enthusiasm.

“So why do I keep catching you doing just that--”

Riddle's personal guards – Trey and Cater – sent you an apologetic look. You placed a hand on your hip, rolling your head back in annoyance as he continued his lecture. You felt for his people deeply. If this was the man running their country, they were doomed, and you were doomed if you had to wed him.

You weren’t sure how long he went on for, you weren’t listening at all, but it must’ve been an eternity with the way Deuce was sweating. He looked horrified, poor thing.

You would hate to upset your brother again, but you hated little tyrants who didn’t know their place more. 

“If I catch you doing this ever again I wil–” 

“Rosehearts,” you interrupted, “you forget yourself. Screaming so hard you’ve turned red in the face – this is not a good way to win my hand, you know?”

He tensed up, features confused between anger and embarrassment. 

“Ace and Deuce are my friends, and they are my guards. They are doing as I wish, and is that not why you sent them to me?” 

“I- yes. Of course Your Majesty,” though he was still red in the face, he was able to answer calmly enough. 

“Good. Now, you’ve come to the library for a reason outside of scolding my guards,” you shifted topics gracefully. “What can I help you find? I know this place like the back of my hand, so I’m happy to help.”

His face shifted to full-on embarrassment now, clearly not expecting you to handle him with as much ease as you did. In front of his own people no less. 

“I wanted to see your books on equestrians,” he admitted.

With a wave of your hand, you dismissed both sets of guards and gestured for Riddle to follow you. You examined his face carefully as you guided him toward the equestrian section. He was pretty, with delicate features except for his sharp grey eyes. If his personality weren't so horrible, you might say you were attracted to him. 

“I wasn’t aware that you liked horses, Rosehearts,” you commented curiously, trying to see what you could get out of him.

“I do. I have three girls back at home,” he answered, avoiding your eyes, “do you like horses, Your Majesty?”

“I do, but not as much as you, it seems,” you teased lightly watching his face flush, “Riding was my mother's favorite hobby, and she was teaching me before she passed, but no instructor has been nearly as good as she was, so I gave up on trying.”

He stayed quiet for a long moment, seemingly conflicted on something. You watched him curiously, dangerously intrigued by what might have him so in his head. Then, he swallowed and looked into your eyes, “I could teach you. I’m told I’m the best rider in my kingdom, and I’ve been wanting to teach some classes.”

You blinked, pausing in your steps for a moment, which he followed. You could feel his nervousness build with each second you stayed silent, but you didn’t know what to say. You hadn’t expected him to offer such a thing. Perhaps it was just a way to get in good with your brother, but you were too curious now.

You smiled, “Are you trying to make up for yelling at Ace and Deuce?”

He smiled a little back at you, “Perhaps, but I would like a chance to teach someone, and I do… want to get to know you, just a bit. We are politically inclined to get along after all.”

You laughed at that, “I suppose you are right. Then, I’ll say yes to your proposal.”

He grinned, and you found yourself grinning back at him. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, just a bit uptight.

“Ah- ahem, the books are just right here,” you said suddenly, gesturing in front of you both.

“Oh, of course, right. Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Of course.”

With a nod of your head, you dismissed yourself.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

After your little ‘incident’ in the library, you decided you’d like some fresh air. Just a break from the smell of old books and inhaling cloudfulls of dust. You dismissed Ace and Deuce from duty and made your way into the castle’s garden. Your mother had planted most of the flowers herself, and none of them had been the same since she passed. Somehow, they too seemed to lose most of their life without her.

As you walked, your mind began to wonder back to what you were trying to escape: the phantom in the forest. There was no historical record of them - none whatsoever. At least, not in your records, which meant one of these two things. 

1. They truly didn’t exist, at least not until recently. If this was the case, then the one in the forest was either a fear-filled hallucination or an exception to this rule. It couldn’t be a hallucination, since Epel and the man saw it too, so if anything it was an exception. Though, that didn’t make sense either, since the man seemed keenly aware of everything about it.

2. They had existed for a very long time - long enough to outage you, at least. It also means your brother had purposely removed all mentions of these things, which meant he didn’t want you or any of your staff to find out about it. This meant he knew far more than he was letting on, and he still didn’t quite trust you with this information.

You adjusted the brim of your hat – the one the man gave you in the forest, the look of it had grown on you, though you supposed it was a bit silly with all your fancy dresses. You hoped he would come back for it like he said he would, there was much you needed to discuss with him, and you’d like to catch his name this time.

Truthfully, you needed to speak with anyone who had some experience with magic – anyone but your brother, of course. The staff wouldn’t discuss magic with you they weren’t allowed to since magic was dangerous and Vil was insistent that you would hurt yourself by using it.

You picked up the pace of your walk, feeling frustrated at your helplessness. You were the second most powerful person in this kingdom, and thanks to your brother you could hardly do anything. You were growing sick and tired of his intrusion into your life.

A sickening crunch beneath your foot and a groan to your right halted you in your spot. Lifting your dress to see what you just stepped on, you frowned, turning to glare at the owner of the tail you just stepped on.

Leona Kingscholar greeted your glare with his own as if you were in the wrong.

“Why don’t you watch where yer goin’ mousey,” he grumbled.

“Why don’t you get out of my mother’s petunias!” you snapped back.

He growled but did as you said regardless. Seems he’d rather not sit through a whole lecture, which was smart on his part. You’d learned your lecturing skills from Vil.

“Why would you even be asleep here, you have a perfectly good room that my brother prepared for you.”

“Felt like it, and no one was stoppin’ me,” he replied, adding “Until now…”

“Aren’t you just charming?”

“Look who’s talkin’, you’ve got a mouth on you for a princess.”

“I do, to deal with the likes of you, of course.”

He rolled his eyes, stretching out his limbs in a manner so casual it was practically disrespectful. You have no idea why Vil was allowing this buffoon of a man to try for your hand, but you knew he had no chance in the first place. Leona was brash, rude, and downright lazy. Not exactly the perfect prince, and not the perfect life partner. 

His eyes scanned you with boredom, “Are we done here.”

You blinked at him, pondering something, and then smiling at him, “Actually… you’re a talented magician, aren’t you?”

“What of it?”

“You must know plenty about blot then?”

It was his turn to blink at you as if he was waiting for you to tell him your question was a joke. When you didn’t, he grinned so wide you could see his fangs, busting out in boisterous laughter. Your smile fell into a pout, confused as to what could be so funny. You were serious.

“You’re serious,” he asked between chuckles.

You nodded sternly.

He wiped at his eyes, “I knew your sorry excuse for a queen sheltered you, but I didn’t know it was this bad.”

You crossed your arms, frowning, “I don’t understand what’s so funny, I’m being serious.”

“Listen mousey, I’m telling you this because I don’t like your brother, but blot isn’t real. It’s made up to scare little things like you off from using it,” he finally answered, proud as a lion would be, “Start usin’ yer head instead of listening to what that lunatic you call a ruler says all the time.”

He turned to leave at that, leaving you glaring at the petunias in front of you. Before he fully walked away, he decided to shout out, “Your hat looks awful, by the way.”

You huffed, swiping the hat off your head. This whole investigating thing was going to be far more difficult than you thought it would be. Leona confirmed that blot, and phantoms, weren’t exactly common, but he gave you a million more questions to worry about.

Examining the hat in your hands, you hoped that the mysterious man would come and visit you soon. If not for your sake, for the sake of your people. 

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

You wound up in the library once more, more frustrated than you had been before. There truly was nothing about these mysterious beasts anywhere. You’d combed over every single book over the past few weeks ten times over and still found nothing. A groan ripped its way through your mouth, echoing off the empty library walls. 

You would get nowhere with this frustration. Your only remedy was the fact that these creatures were not plenty enough to cause an immediate threat… at least, you hoped they weren't.

The door to the library creaked open, and a faint blue glow filled the dark room. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. This topic was consuming your life, wasn’t it?

The person at the door crept in, quietly muttering to themselves under their breath. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was Lord Idia of STYX. The blue fire of his hair was a dead giveaway. You knew the least about him out of all of the men crawling around your castle grounds.

You knew his parents were incredible magicians, and frequently played with death. You know that a curse had befallen him and his far kinder younger brother Ortho. And you knew he tended to slink around in darkness and avoid all socializing at all costs. So seeing him was quite a surprise.

He didn’t seem to see you, wandering around the shelves of books with a scowl on his face. You didn’t want to disturb him, you were tired and needed quiet too. You tried to stand from your seat quietly, but the legs of your chair squeaked.

The blue light flared up for an instant, and Idia whipped around to face you. He looked as though he was about to cry. You gave him an awkward smile, lifting your hands to show you were no threat.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to scare you,” you quickly tried to ease.

He didn’t respond, simply staying frozen and blinking at you.

“I was just leaving, I won’t bother you,” you said, softer this time.

He relaxed a bit, still keeping the frown and wide-eyed look on his face. He watched you as you gathered your things, careful and delicate as any princess should. Quietly scooching your chair back in, and moving with all the grace in your world. You figured you’d just leave like that, but he cleared his voice behind you.

“Ah, uhm, you’ve spent a lot of time in here recently,” he said nervously.

You turned to him with a polite smile, “I have, yes. I wasn’t aware you were watching me?”

He jumped, “I-I wasn’t! I just, uhm, I notice things.”

“I’m only jesting, don’t worry.”

He relaxed again. He was more jumpy than you’d expected him to be, not very fitting of a future leader. His parents had a lot of work to do if they wanted him to succeed.

“What are you researching,” he asked quietly, almost reluctantly.

He was likely trying his hand at courting you since he was one of your suitors, but he wasn’t good at it. It was charming how clumsy he was, a nice change of pace. You chose not to tease him this time.

“It’s silly,” you admit, “Leona laughed in my face earlier about it.”

He raised an eyebrow, a hunger for knowledge in his eyes. Now, that was unexpected of him. He didn’t seem to be the type to be hungry for knowledge, but maybe you judged him wrong.

“Do you… know the stories about blot, you know the fairy tales our parents would tell us about?”

He nods.

“Well,” you sighed, feeling crazy, “what if they were real.”

You expected him to laugh. To jeer and point and call you crazy, but he doesn’t. His face seems stern, and he is completely serious.

“That’s a pretty bold claim to be making with no evidence.”

You stiffened, his attitude had completely changed. Seriousness didn’t suit him, his face wasn’t built for it, which is why it was so unsettling. He didn’t break that stare on you.

“I- You’re right. I’m just going stir-crazy, being locked up in this room can get to someone,” you quickly explained, not wanting to spend a second longer here.

As you began to leave again, he muttered something that sent chills down your spine.

“You shouldn’t go digging your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”

Swallowing thickly, you gave him a polite curtsy and mumbled your understanding, quickly stepping out of the room. To think he was being shy and sweet just a few moments ago, what an odd man.

His behavior did give you answers, however. Blot clearly did exist - obviously, since you saw it. However, this proves that it's a hidden subject, and people with power - a few of them at least - knew about it in more detail than they were willing to admit.

That just meant you had a lot more searching to do, and you had to be more careful about doing it.

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[itbmojojoejo]

A Good Man | Introduction. Part 1

Pairing: Finan x Ealdorman's Daughter!Reader

Summary: An Ealdorman who struggles to control his youngest strong-willed daughter y/n is taken on as a lady-in-waiting to Lady Aethelflaed in the hopes she will learn what it means to be a dutiful noblewoman leading her to meet the charming Finan. (Set post S3 onwards.)

Warnings: SLOWBURN. Reader is said to have long hair, colour and texture not specified (it's the 9th century, it was the custom.) No other warnings at this time. If I've missed any please let me know!

Wordcount:2.4k

Part 2 | Other Works

Authors Notes: Fictional Ealdorman and Brother named after some random 9th century names i came across when doing the old research thing. Some creative liberties have been taken. Planning this to be a series, length hasn't been determined yet.

As there was little going on at the beginning of summer in Coccham Finan had decided to join Uhtred and Osferth on a short trip to Saltwic he claimed was to spend time with his daughter Stiorra who had been placed there, but was more than likely to also see Lady Aethelflaed. He was starting to regret this decision as he sat bored in the elegantly decorated estate listening to an Ealdorman pleading with the Lady to help him convince his daughter she cannot keep refusing a betrothal.

He came to her as she was a mother in a higher position of power and as he had recently lost his wife he was concerned with his daughters future and didn’t want to force her hand too harshly.

“I cannot think of any other solution than to send her to a nunnery an-”

“Is this something your daughter has expressed an interest in?”

“No not quite, when I told her she is to be betrothed she threatened to disgrace the family by uh, well, she said she would take herself to a, uh, whorehouse and let...I fear the rest of the language she used must of been picked up from her brother, my Lady.”

Leaning into Osferth with his brows raised in confusion Finan whispered,

“Is this a young girl or a woman he’s talkin’ about?”

“I doubt a young girl would be speaking of whorehouses Finan.”

“And where is Lady y/n now Lord Aelfric?” Aethelflaed asked

“She is in the chapel”

“Bring her to me, I wish to speak to her directly and hear her own reasoning.”

“Yes my Lady, I will go fetch her.”

Finan crossed his arms over his chest and fiddled with the cross hanging from his neck staring out of a nearby window watching the leaves blow in the light summer breeze waiting to see the identity of an apparently unruly noble girl.

“What will you do?” Uhtred quietly asked Aethelflaed

“I’ve watched her grow these past few years when she’s been brought to Aeglesburgh, she is very much her mothers daughter, intelligent and strong-willed, not easily shaken by men of power and isn’t fond of my husband either.”

“You already have a plan for her?” Uhtred followed up, she only responded with a knowing smile.

Finan instinctively directed his attention to the large wooden doors as they opened revealing a young woman walking beside, not behind the Lord Aelfric. Your head was held high in confidence with the front parts of your long hair pulled back in intricate braids keeping it away from your face as you approached Aethelflaed, barely acknowledging the presence of the three other men in the room.

You were beautiful in a modest long lilac tunic worn over a white full sleeved dress and he instantly understood the fear on your fathers face when he spoke of you threatening a life in a brothel, you’d certainly be popular.

“I’ve been informed you have refused to be betrothed Lady y/n, why?”

“My lady, it is an unsuitable match. The man is the same age if not older than my father and if the rumours of him mistreating his previous two wives are anything to go by I do not wish to be forced into an unhappy marriage that I am unlikely to survive.” Your voice was kind but strong as you continued.

“I know my father deems me disobedient and foolish but he has no reason to seek me a marriage based solely on his own ambitions as an Ealdorman, my brother is a commander in the Mercian Fyrd and has already produced multiple heirs for succession, and as for my sisters they were both pushed into political marriages that have not been kind to them, I do not want to share their fate.”

“And what is that you do wish?”

“To be wed to a good man. Preferably one more age appropriate.”

“Your want for love is childlike y/n.” The lord chided

“I have never spoken of love or implied that I would not honour my duty of being a faithful wife I know that is not a luxury I can have, I simply ask to be treated with respect and kindness especially if I am to be used as a pawn in the ambitions of men and their politics.” Your tone was harsher with your father, this was clearly an argument you’d had with him many times over.

Finan found himself nodding lightly internally agreeing with your reasons and commended your bravery for speaking out, he didn’t always understand why no care or thought was given to who these men would marry their daughters off too past the weight of their purses and amount of land owned.

“Your father is suggesting the life of a nun, but I can give you a place here by my side as a lady-in-waiting. It would mean you travelling with me to Aeglesburgh and to the court of Wessex and other such places, this means you would have a chance to meet noblemen in a monitored environment and help me to make a suitable betrothal when the time arises.” Aethelflaed offered

“You?” Lord Aelfric’s tone garnered a stern face from Uhtred

“Yes Lord Aelfric, as a lady-in-waiting y/n would be under my care as a member of my house, she will receive her own retainer too so would no longer need your financial support either.”

The lord shifted his weight onto his other foot glancing between his daughter and Aethelflaed weighing up the options, if she were to go to a nunnery it could spark rumours of disgrace and negatively impact his families reputation but her being present in court would do the opposite. He sighed with a shake of his head.

“Well I suppose she would be in the right place to learn a thing or two about obedience and duty. I will allow it, if that is what you choose y/n?”

This was the only moment of doubt Finan witnessed in you, dropping your head ever so slightly as your thumb rubbed against your forefinger.

“Think she’ll go for it?” Finan whispered to Osferth

“Be foolish not to, unless she wants to be a nun?” The monk responded

Clearing your throat and readjusting your posture you spoke again

“Thank you, Lady Aethelflaed. I would very much like to join you here.”

“Then the matter is settled, you can see your father out and I’ll have Sable arrange a room for you.”

Turning to escort your father off the estate your gaze fell on Finan for a short moment, he offered you a small smile still fiddling with the cross at his neck as he had watched the conversation unfold and you returned it quickly directing your eyes to the floor.

You’d heard of the fearless, talented warriors known as Uhtred’s pretty boys before and thought that maybe the women were just exaggerating, but now having seen the soft dark brown eyes paired with strong arms of one of them for yourself even if only briefly you had decided it certainly was not an exaggeration.

After Sable had shown you around your new home you were instructed to join the Lady and her guests for dinner where you would learn more about your new role as a lady-in-waiting. You’d been seated to the right hand side of Aethelflaed who was at the top of the table, Uhtred sat to her left with Osferth and your attention turned to Finan barrelling through the door. He was still in his sleeveless leather tunic exposing his arms in the summer heat.

“Ah go on you little tike! Sit down.” He playfully ruffled the hair of Stiorra who entered with him and sat himself besides you with a nod and a smile. Stifling the sudden nerves in your stomach you rubbed your thumbs against each other in your lap and turned to the Lady wanting to know what your new position would entail.

“Forgive me Lady, but I’m unclear of what will be expected of me now?”

“Think of the title as a formality, you won’t be given the duties of a maid. You’re more of a companion with the odd task here and there, consider it a reprieve.”

“A young lady given a bit of freedom? Sounds like trouble.” Finan jested leaning closer as he filled you a cup of ale and put it into your hand catching the scent of lavender.

Pressing your lips together fighting off a smile you hoped the low light in the room would hide the light heat you felt hit your cheeks at the small physical contact, being around men wasn’t new to you but them being so openly close was different.

As the evening went on you soon realised how relaxed things could be here in Saltwic compared to the court at Aeglesburgh and felt more comfortable to laugh and steal glances at the irishman to your side as he spoke to you and his friends with no reprimand from your father or brother about how a lady should behave in the company of men.

“I gotta know, did you really threaten to send yourself to a brothel?” Finan asked, angling towards you and leaning an elbow on the table, resting his head against his knuckles.

“I did.” You nodded with a light laugh

“But why?” You sucked in a breath at his simple question and regarded him for a moment, the burning candles bathed his features in a soft glow that made it seem as if his skin was radiating an inviting warmth that made you feel safe to be honest with him

“I refuse to lose my life at the hands of a husband. You see, I’d known my first betrothed since we were children and he was honourable, good natured, the marriage would of been a decent one. The second however is a cruel man, there are rumours he is the cause of his first wife dying, and an even worse rumour that his second wife condemned her own soul to hell just to be free of him. I needed to say something to get my father to hear me.”

“Mm, why didn’t you marry the first?” Finan had already guessed the answer from you using the past tense but wanted to be sure he wasn’t misunderstanding

“He died at the battle of Bedanford.” You matched his position, elbow on the table leaning your cheek against your palm. You wondered which battles had given him the scars on his arms and forehead and how this warrior could still look so gentle.

“I’m sorry” His voice was soft, and the look in his eyes showed it to be a sincere apology.

“It’s quite alright, I cannot say that I loved him as a wife would or should but he was a friend.”

“We were there at Bedanford, it was brutal but not one man backed down. He would of fought bravely.” He reassured you

“Thank you Finan.” You sat there holding a prolonged gaze with the man beside you and all the noise in the room seemed to fade away, a tension began to creep on you before snapping away and all the noise flooded back in hearing Stiorra laughing on the other side of the table at something Osferth had said to her.

You finished a second cup of ale before saying goodnight and heading to your room. As you stood in the small space illuminated by a single candle you undressed and got into your sleepwear lost in thought, you had always been aware there was a cold and distant atmosphere between the Lady Aethelflaed and her husband. Tonight you had witnessed how comfortably close she was with Uhtred but didn’t think any less of her if she was indeed sharing her bed with another man, you were secretly relieved at their bond if meant you could enjoy the company of Finan once more.

He was charming and seemed to be genuine, he spoke fondly of his time spent with his friends on their many adventures but hadn’t once mentioned a wife or lover and you couldn’t help the giddy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Finan was sharing quarters with Osferth and he found himself thinking of the way you had smiled at him with a light pink tint decorating your cheeks and the scent of lavender that emitted from you every time you had moved, he wondered if it was from your hair or skin.

“You need to be careful Finan, she’s the daughter of an Ealdorman. She isn’t for the likes of us.” Osferth spoke out quietly into the dark room, almost as if he could hear his thoughts.

“What are you talkin’ about?” He kept his tone confused, feigning ignorance.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

Osferth was right, you weren’t for the likes of him. He wasn’t a nobleman, he didn’t have a title or lands or even wealth. He thought perhaps he was just being pulled in by the attention of a beautiful woman and it would fade away just as quickly as it had appeared.

When morning came around and he found you already sat having breakfast he opted to sit on the opposite side of the table thinking some distance would help ease the way his heart skipped a little when you had greeted him. He was wrong, he had to fight the urge to keep looking at you and could feel the gaze of Osferth beside him just watching.

You were relaxed taking your time with breakfast observing the way Finan sat staring at his plate occasionally flicking his eyes to you then to the monk at his side. Osferth shifted in his seat looking between you, Finan and his own plate causing you to suppress a giggle at the awkwardness, the silence in the room was getting too much.

“How did you both sleep?” You asked just to hear something

“Good yeah, thank you“ “Very well, thank you Lady“ they both spoke at once which was probably your fault for not directing the question at just one of them.

“How’s your new quarters?” Finan asked keeping his eyes downcast avoiding you and Osferth.

“Quite pleasant thank you. I have a window overlooking the herb garden, it’s much nicer than my previous view.”

No one responded and the room fell back into an uncomfortable silence, you rubbed your thumb against your finger willing someone to say anything when Aethelflaed entered the room.

“Good morning.” She chimed taking a seat and assessing the mood of the small group and dismissed it speaking again “Y/n, we’re leaving for Coccham today and will stay a night or two before heading onto Winchester.”

“Two ladies gracing Coccham with their presence at the same time? Lucky us.” Finan smiled looking between all of you. You barely caught the look that Osferth shot Finan trying to tame your own smile.

Part 2

End Notes: 'The word "tike" is an informal term that is used to refer to a small child or a young person, particularly in British English. It is not usually considered an insult or derogatory term, and can be used affectionately to refer to a child, much like the term "kid" in American English.' - FYI if its not a term you've heard or used before.

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[mishydraws]

Very... very unfortunate life update

Hi, everyone.

Ok, I don’t want to waste your time but I wanted to be upfront about what’s going on in my life just so you all know.

Last night I got what is probably one of the worst emails that could have ever appeared in my inbox? Our landlord has given us a 60-day notice to get out. For context, my mom and I have been living here since the year 2000. We have never been late on rent or missed a payment despite every difficulty life has thrown at us in that time and this has completely blindsided us.

We haven’t spoken to any of the neighbors yet but some of the wording on the notice makes me think that they may be kicking out the entire building. Or maybe they’re just targeting those of us in the non-renovated units because we’ve been here so long and they could charge a new tenant much more with a quick kitchen and bathroom upgrade. Renoviction is a new word I just learned. I don’t know. That’s what happened to my brother at his last apartment. They kicked out everyone in his building, renovated, raised the rent, then let new people move in.

They suddenly started increasing our rent every year like clockwork a few years ago so I’ve had a feeling they’ve been trying to price us out for a while but I didn’t know they could just… tell us to leave just because they can. Rent consistently paid up and everything for 24 years.

The notice we received really doesn’t say much so it’s all speculation I guess. It doesn’t state a reason why it just says we need to be gone by March 31st.

But basically, I’m really not doing well right now in all honesty. I slept for maybe an hour last night and it’s like a switch flipped in me as soon as I read the email. My stomach has had this weird knotted feeling ever since and I can’t stand up for more than a few minutes before needing to lie down again in case I either faint or vomit… I’m not sure which but it’s been this way since last night. I had to stand up at the sink to wash one singular dish from dinner and I could barely do it. At least I didn’t see the email until after I ate last night because I still have no appetite now.

However bad I’m feeling I know my mom is probably feeling worse. She has been for a while. She’s getting older and my dad is no longer alive. Aside from my brother and one irl friend I still see in person regularly, we have no family or other support system in this country and are well and truly on our own, staring down the barrel of homelessness if we can’t quickly secure a place and move decades worth of our life there before the end of March.

All of this to say, I don’t know what our usual art shenanigans here are going to look like during this time. I am incredibly stressed to the point where I am physically ill but I also can’t pause and step away because I do need the income that I receive from your support of me/my art here. It’s just the reality. I’ve never been particularly Big And Successful with what I do so your support means all the much more and makes a real impact on my life.

I am so sorry if this dampens your mood at all today or if you notice a decrease in the quality of art I’m able to deliver over the next few months but I will try my best to keep things rolling and let you know if there’s any particular delays to expect.

To top it off, I requested a tour of a nearby apartment last night (more expensive than our current) and the name of the person who just texted me back has the same name as our current landlord. Who wants to start taking bets? I know for a fact they own a lot of property in the area so this isn’t looking promising.

Anyways. Sorry for this downer of a post. If we’re not homeless in 2 months then… I dunno. I’ll have somewhere indoors to do art? Yay? You can imagine the housing market we’re dealing with being in California. The prospect of moving at this point has always been one of my biggest fears but we’ll see if we get lucky real fast 😢

If you've ever thought about supporting my Patreon or anything else, now and over the next few months might be a good time if you can swing it. Maybe it'll help us secure a place to move if I can point to it and be like 'Look! A whole income!' 🥲 Idk man.

There's an art update in the (public) post I made if you want to see what we're at least trying to work on for sticker club through all of this.

Mishy

#mishy talks

[imagine-this-doesnt-suck]

Dead Doves were Born to be Eaten

YellowJewl

Summary:

For people that have been asking for a part two to sleeping with Spiders, I hope you're happy you little nasties. We're back and gorier than ever It's fucked, real fucked. But let's face it, a part of you always has been. Long before you met him. Maybe you were born a monster. But the thing is, even monsters crave a connection.

Notes:

If you are my friend please don't read this. It's not a reflection of who I am, just some horny fucked up shit I wrote. That being said, I'm a Feitan simp and the spirit of Halloween's wh*re possessed me to write this.

This first chapter is a bit of background for our Y/N, Feitan will return in ch.2, this is the same Y/N from sleeping with spiders

Chapter 1

You remember every year as the summer months transitioned into the cool, unforgiving autumns of your youth, your father and your older brother would leave to go on their annual three week hunting trip. As the only daughter you remained uninvited to the deer hunt every year, as your father fed you excuses like 'you're too young' or 'you have to stay home with your mother and the baby, keep em safe sweetheart' or this one's rich, 'it's just something for me and your brother, you wouldn't have any fun."

But lo and behold, after his tenth birthday, when the leaves began to brown on the trees, would you guess who was finally invited on your father's hunting trip? You all sat around the breakfast table, your little brother pokes at the runny egg that lays atop of his bowl of rice as your father tells him what fun the three of them are going to have. You have yet to say anything on the matter but, your older brother from across the breakfast table gives you a knowing look before he looks to your father and rolls his eyes. 

If you were more mature and a bit more empathic, you might feel the slightest bit of pity for your old man. All his life he wanted to be a hunter. A poacher hunter like his grandfather before him. Even learning the tiniest bit of nen in his youth, training his hardest before he was finally able to take the exam.

He failed three times.

Three years in a row, came and went before your mother, his long term girlfriend at the time, finally announced that she was pregnant and he was to give up this foolish endeavor and get a real job. He of course reluctantly agreed.

Still the man clung to his dream with a subtleness that your mother could never really call him out for. Whether it be keeping up with hunter news, signing your older brother up for endurance training in hopes that he could one day secretly show him nen, or dragging him off to the woods to hunt. The man had only this one escape from his dull life, and that was to push his dreams and aspirations onto his sons. Too bad for him that his eldest was a lazy pervert, banned from his university for harassment, and his youngest, a timid recluse who despised leaving the house. Both of them could give less of a shit about his dreams.

His oddball daughter, being you of course, wasn't even considered when it came to training whoever it would be to carry your fathers torch that in truth, he himself never never got to hold. And it wasn't as if you met any of your mother's expectations. You were just the quiet girl who never went anywhere without her sketchbook. Nothing special and always overlooked. Even at this moment.

"I'll go." You say as you stare straight at your father. He turns to look at you but swiftly turns away, uneasy under your gaze.

In his cowardice he can't even look you in the eyes as he rejects you. Instead he stares down at his breakfast as he says, "We've been over this, sweetheart. You wouldn't like it anyways. Camping outside, with the bugs, wouldn't you much rather stay at home with your mother?"

"No." You answer honestly and apparently a bit too quick for your mother's taste as she swats the back of your head and scolds you. Ignoring her, you continue on "You've always said I was too young or it was just a thing for you two" you say as you gesture between him and your older brother. "But now you're letting the brat go?" You receive another swat as your mother tells you not to call your brother names.

Your father opens his mouth to make his argument but your older brother cuts him off, "Come on dad, she really wants to go. Besides, with more people there, it'll take the pressure off Jr. here." He says as he ruffles your baby brother's hair beside him.

With a sigh, and despite the glare he was receiving from your mother, he finally relented and said, "Fine."

That is what brought you to the Fall you spent swaddled in a large camo jacket and an orange vest as your family was huddled up in a deer stand.

Your father lectures your little brother for the thousandth time about gun safety and how to hold the contraption. Your eldest brother looks like he's half asleep as he lazily chews on a strip of beef jerky. 

You kneel by the window of the deer stand, peering out towards the lush forest. Its once verdant green leaves were now far and few between as nature ran its course and gave way to the auburn reds and warm oranges of autumn. The air was crisp and the cold bit at your nose as your eyes grazed the picturesque landscape before you. As you stared out intently, a cool brown shade swept across your vision, a detail so small that you had almost missed it. You had spotted a deer through the thick brush of trees.

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn't expected to see one so soon. Quickly, with shaky hands you lift the rifle that up until then had been sitting useless in your hands. You steady it and take aim.

Meters away from your position in the stand, the deer stares back at you.

You feel a rush of adrenaline flow through you as your pulse begins to quicken and you can hear the blood pumping in and out of your vascular valves, in your ears. You're ready.

Your finger finds the trigger and you pull back the bolt that until now had been locked in place.

A shot rings out, breaking the silence of the forest and causing a cluster of birds to take flight and flee from a nearby tree. Your father's head whips around ready to scold you for taking a shot without permission.

You calmly wave him off, "I took a shot. It fell." You say with a shrug. Masking the raw excitement fueling you in the moment.

"What?" Your father asks in confusion.

 "It fell. Did I get it?" You answer back.

Your father sighs and looks at your little brother, who's chewing on a piece of jerky in his lap.

"You know how dangerous that could have been, don't you? If your mother heard about this-"

 "But I got it." You repeat, waiting for him to congratulate you.

You're not exactly sure why, but his expression softens a bit as he nods at you.

"Good job."

 The four of you trek out into the forest to retrieve your kill. It takes a bit before you finally smell the steely scent of blood fill the air. Your family is silent as you walk through the woods.Your older brother walks alongside you, his hand on your shoulder.

Your father walks behind, with your younger brother clinging to his leg.

Just as you reach what you think will be the young stag you had shot, your father stops dead in his tracks. You brother gasps, and you stare blankly ahead. Yes the deer you shot lay dead on the forest floor but not forty feet away is a horrific sight that will haunt your family for years. A corpse of a hunter leaning against a tree as five deer surround him, eating his remains.

The man has been shot through the head, and his face looks as though he's aged twenty five years in the past week.

You find yourself unable to look away.

His face is frozen in a rictus of pain as he leans against the tree, the five deer still tearing at his face.

Even as a child you knew that expression, and it would not be one you'd soon forget.

Your little brother begins to sob in fear. Your older brother wraps you in a hug in order to shield your eyes from the sight. But you keep looking at it. You don't want to look away.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Your baby brother sobs as he buries his face in the crook of your dad's elbow, trying to hide from the gruesome reality.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." your father says to him but it is all white noise to you as you are ingulfed in the moment. You we're unable to tear your gaze away from the corpse, in fact you don't think you wanted to even if you could. The sight of the corpse became an almost religious experience. You didn't know it yet but, this is the day that would become a catalyst in your life. The day changed you forever, and the real you had begun to awaken from her slumber. 

You look back towards your family, who are now staring back at you, now noticing your intense gaze. You hear your father clear his throat uncomfortably and say, "We're heading back to the house."

_

Your mother had been understandably pissed. She forbade any future hunting trips as she sobbed about how her children were probably traumatized forever. You had never seen your mother that mad. Not even when you had broken your arm on the playground and it had been cast in plaster did she yell at you that way. She was practically seething, her shouting at your father made her voice hoarse and the sobbing she would resort to every ten words made her sound like a dying animal.

But you didn't really care all the much in the long run. Having made her lose her temper with you multiple times before, you figured the storm would pass. And so you three kids went to bed with the sound of your parents arguing in the background. Your older brother had cornered you in the hall later that night to tell you it wasn't your fault but you were pretty sure he had only said it to reassure himself. He wrapped you in one of his usual too tight hugs that always went on a bit too long and made you squirm uncomfortably before letting you go and giving you a solemn look.

Brushing the encounter off, you made your way to the robin egg blue painted room to tuck your little brother into bed. Jr. was abnormally quiet for the whole routine before you leaned down to kiss his forehead and wish him a goodnight. He shrunk back at your touch.

"Don't touch me." He said, spitting up at you.

You gasped at the action. Never before had he ever done any of the sort to anyone. The normally shy and docile boy had been so quick to judge. It had caught you off guard. Wiping the saliva off your face you take a deep breath and regain your composure. It had been a long day and you figured that you would give the kid room for error in such a turbulent time. You brush the hair out of his face, "It's going to be okay."

 "No!" He growled at you, "Youre a monster, someone was dead and you don't even care. You were excited, weren't you? I saw. I saw you."

 You smiled softly at him, pretending to ignore him, "I love you, little man. You know that?" 'I love you' had come to become the turn of phrase in your household that one would throw out when they were finished with uncomfortable discussions. A white flag thrown out onto the field to keep the peace. It didn't mean that you thought you were in the wrong it was only said to placate your opponent. Your little brother only looked at you in disgust.

All that to say that you truly did love him. You really did. You loved your entire family. But you knew that you were different and they might never understand. You were a monster. You were the devil. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

"I know you're scared, little man."

 "You're a monster." He repeats.

You didn't argue back. There was no point in it. Instead you held his hand and looked him straight in the eye. "I know. But even monsters want to feel a connection." You say before turning off his nightlight and leaving the room.

Eventually you would find your connection.

It wouldn't be human. It wouldn't be your family. It wouldn't be your friends.

But someone a lot like you.

You were a monster.

He was the devil.

#feitan hxh #x reader #feitan x reader #feitan porter x reader #feitan #hxh #hxh x reader #dead dove do not eat

[madmunson]

Run

Eddie Munson x Reader

word count; 13k

disclaimers; illegal activity, running away, unprotected sex, (brief) smut, mental illness talk, and revenge!

author’s note; i wanted to mention that i had started writing this a few days before stranger things volume 2 came out, so the relationship between dustin & eddie isn’t intentional *at first*. although i have my own theories, this isn’t that, it’s a different storyline than the one i plan on doing based on an alternative ending to volume two (inspiration from @eddiemunsonssoulmate). also i am in no way attempting to glorify or romanticize anything i write about, this is just based off of ideas i’ve had!

storyline; fem!reader x eddie munson.

y/n is tired of hawkins, and after getting cheated on by her boyfriend, decides it’s time for revenge.

I fell for your magic

I tasted your skin

And though this is tragic

At least I found the end

...

The wind was carelessly rustling through your hair as the dark denim sky chased behind you, the stars painting figures in the sky like Picasso. You ran through the constellations followed behind you, as did Eddie Munson. You couldn't wait to leave this city, restart with somebody so better than what you've been through. The heart wrenching trauma would forever stay in your past, at least you hoped so.

...

You hated the high school you attended. Like every other teenage girl, you could imagine, but this one was simply devilish. Hawkins had a past, a past full of child torture and fake monsters that supposedly only some people witnessed three years ago, and a dead sheriff. You hated it this way, but there was nothing to be done. You lived in Hawkins your whole life with your only sibling, your brother Dustin. You were on the cheer squad, dated Jason Carver the basketball star with a promising future, and had some of the fakest best friends you could ever meet. But that's life, supposedly. Everybody had always gave you that lecture, the "that's life" spiel. You always seen it as an excuse for people to be okay with feeling miserable, which made you depressed, but you could never show that without your parents flipping out again like they did the time when you were in eighth grade.

"I literally can't do this anymore, you guys don't fucking understand me!" Eighth grade you would shout, pleading with your mom for help.

"Over what? Middle school drama?" It was never middle school drama. You were being physically assaulted there daily, and bullied relentlessly, but your mother never listened to that. Always belittling, was her go-to. You learned young that the world didn't care about your problems.

School started this year, and you couldn't be less excited. Dustin made mentions of some club he was going to, always looking at you as the protective older sister because you were the only one who would listen. He always mentioned Eddie Munson, the kid the school labelled a "freak". You were in a group that always used to bully him. The truth is, you'd known about his crush on you since you were young. The middle school talent show, he performed some song with his band that you couldn't remember the name of to save your life now, but he stared at you the whole time. You had most of the same classes growing up. Always. There was never a moment you and Eddie Munson didn't share. You never gave him the chance. In high school, not only did he get hot, but everything changed. You were always popular, but not this popular. Eddie stuck with his loner friends, but it always put a smile on your face when he would talk about Eddie, especially praising him the way he did.

Dustin was always a smart-ass kid, he had this tone with the way he said things that always made him sound like some cocky old soul, and you always thought that was the funniest thing. The way he told stories, the way he talked about and almost exaggerated things, was so precious to you. You looked at Dustin as a child almost, because it was hard for your mother to listen to (or express, for that matter) literally any single emotion. But regardless, you couldn't help the urges you would get to just leave.

Sometimes in class when teachers were talking, or doing anything besides paying attention to the students, you would find yourself staring outside the window pretending life was different. Pretending you had the same mom as the one that Dustin's friend Will Byers, the kid that went missing a few years back, was your go-to. You imagined your mom wouldn't even notice if you went missing, wouldn't even pay attention to the fact that you were gone. She always cared about Dustin more, as much as she wouldn't admit it. To be even more truthful, you had a lot going on at all times. If it wasn't physically, it was always mentally. Though, you never talked about these things because the world didn't care to listen to people's problems. You struggled with nightmares nightly, struggled with self esteem. You thought being popular was supposed to change that, but it didn't. If anything, it made it worse. It gave you a new mask to wear daily.

The happy-go-lucky cheerleader who was in a happy, committed relationship, had happy, cheerleading friends, and a supportive family to stand by and watch it all, was who you had to pretend to be to every bystander. Or rather, the show you had to put on for everybody every single day. What nobody really knew, was you lived in a three bedroom trailer in the same park as "The Freak". You lived off of one income. All your makeup, and most of your preppy clothes, were stolen. You went most nights without eating. You suffered trauma and a bunch of other mental issues that were untreated and undiagnosed because your mother didn't care enough about anybody other than your brother to pay even the slightest bit of attention to it and it's worsening tendencies. Life was shit. Life would always be shit, because "that's life". Not to be too depressing, though.

Things would only get worse, though. Two weeks into the start of school, you found out Jason was cheating on you with your so-called best friend, Bethany Fischer. It was one thing to cheat on you, but another to cheat on you with somebody who goes by Beth was another. Beth was unbelievably the fakest in your friend group, and it almost surprised you that it didn't happen sooner. However, despite how much you hated Beth, and hated Jason, this still hurt like hell. You would spend the next weeks resorting back to your middle school ways, baggy sweatpants with tighter shirts, and one of your dads old flannels draped over your shoulders. You liked them because they were baggier, almost went down to your knees because of just how tall your dad was. You barely took care of yourself these days, and went from being the most popular kid in school, to the bottom of the food chain. These days, you didn't do much of anything anymore. Dustin always called you depressed, and you'd laugh it off, because you knew how much the world couldn't be bothered to care less.

It worsened your mental state beyond belief, as much as you hated to admit that. You were always listening to sad rock music over your headphones in the hallway. Nothing felt normal anymore.

It was this way for a while. Until you found yourself outside of Eddie Munson's door one night, around three o'clock in the morning as your alarm clock read, after tossing and turning all night. You just wanted him.

...

I witness your madness

You shed light on my sins

And if we share in this sadness

Then where have you been?

...

"Y/N, wake the hell up! We're gonna be late! I cannot show up to the meeting spot late again, Eddie will have my head!" Dustin yells, shaking you awake.

"Okay Dust, calm down, I'll be ready in five."

"I'll be in the car!" He states, pointing at you, "hurry the hell up!"

"On it," you speak, standing up and throwing on the best outfit and makeup you can in the five minutes you had. You begin throwing on your tennis shoes, and placing your hair in a slicked back pony tail. You did the best you could to appear beautiful for the day, despite how you truly felt, and you proceeded to the car.

"Five minutes, my ass! That was like fifteen!" Dustin yelled at you. You laughed it off, before rolling your eyes and then starting the car. He always had the funniest way of saying things, for such a young kid he was the funniest person you knew. He was incredible, and every day you were so proud of him.

"I'm proud of you, Dustin," you spoke. You tried to tell him this as often as you could, because you knew how much you would've wanted to hear it growing up. It helped you discreetly heal your inner child, and helped Dusty because he always knew he had somebody in his corner. Not to mention, you stood up for him any chance you could, too. Nobody in that school was allowed to mess with Dustin, especially not with Eddie and you around. You were the popular kid telling nobody to mess with Dustin or his friends, and Eddie was the kind-of-scary, not-so-nonchalant, will-get-in-your-face freak who scared people away from messing with him or Dustin, or the group. He really took him in, and as much as he would've hated to admit it, he watched over the kids of the group like a hawk. You just knew it, the way Dustin would talk about Eddie.

"Yeah, you too, doesn't excuse me for being late!" He laughs.

"Oh, I know! Won't happen again!" You laugh in response, hugging on him jokingly. You drop him off at the front of the school where you see Eddie already waiting for him. He stares at you, almost infatuated, and you wave to him before parking the car. You enter the school as normal, Beth standing in the front doorways waiting for you.

"Hey bitch!" She says, casually hip bumping you. You hated that shit, she always acted like she was more than you were just because her parents were rich. But she always tried to be your best friend. It was disgusting.

"Hey girl!" You respond, trying to sound as absolutely fake as you could so she would recognize nothing was wrong. Everybody in this school was so easy to fool. You knew nobody would care for the boring details.

"What's been up?" She asks. You were already a week and a half into this school year, and she always acted like something was new. It wasn't ever that. She just wanted dirt on you, and it was obvious.

"You know, the usual. What about you?"

"Baby! Hey!" Jason says excitedly as he approaches you. Great, the jock. You did kind of love him though, as much as you hated to admit it. Nothing felt like you anymore.

"Hey baby," Beth jokes.

"Oh, go away!" You laugh in response, lightly pushing her before kissing Jason. You embraced him in a hug, watching Eddie walk down the hallway. Discreetly, when high school came around, you did develop a crush on Eddie Munson. But you couldn't speak about it, for obvious reasons. Jason began telling you all about his day, and about how he was so excited to start basketball, right in front of your so-called best friend Beth. She didn't leave his side to save her life. You almost found it cute how committed she was, knowing he would never be the same, just based on the fact that he wasn't faithful.

He was the picture perfect boyfriend, aside from the fact that he had been cheating on you. You found out the worst way possible — hearing her moan his name in a bathroom stall next to you while you were skipping class crying. Yeah, just about the worst way to find out your boyfriend had been cheating on you. You were just waiting for the perfect time to confront him. Now had to be the time.

"So Beth, want to tell me why you're screwing my  screwing my boyfriend?" You ask, irritation blinding your vision.

"Uh, what?"

"You know, why you've been screwing my boyfriend. I don't think I stuttered." She rambled trying to make excuses for herself, stuttering as she did so. But it pissed you off so much, you inevitably smacked her across the face. You couldn't contain yourself, your brain was so blinded by rage.

"You're done," you told Jason, "me and you, we are done!" And you stormed off. Eddie Munson just so happened to watch the whole thing.

...

Like you would tell yourself everyday, weeks had gone by and you were still very much in your depressed state. Beth and Jason seemed to be a happy couple, and on occasion, she would shoot you the snobbiest look she could possibly form to her face. You hated it, hated that she could get away with such a thing and still make it out with somebody like Jason. The two of them would find individual people they found attractive, and cheat again. It was only a matter of time before the relationship based on unfaithfulness fell apart. That fact still didn't change how much it broke your heart, though.

You'd suffer nightmares for weeks, struggle with your self image, and all the normal things that came with being cheated on, in addition to the issues you already had. You hated everything, but a lot more, at least ten times more now. Everything was so meaningless.

Now when Dustin would try to wake you up, he'd get a "five more minutes," or a "Dustin, please just let me die," or something dramatic along those lines. You couldn't help it, you were a teenager on top of the things you already had going on.

"Y/N wake up! I can't be late again!"

"I know, Dust, please just give me a second."

"No!" He said, dragging you out of bed. He began throwing clothes at you, some baggy sweatpants and a shirt you've had since middle school, and one of your dad's flannels. He always knew the perfect attire for your current emotional state, at any given moment. The two of you were more like best friends than siblings.

"Fine, fine," you say, getting up. "I'll be out in five. Actually five this time, I don't feel like doing my makeup or anything."

"Y/N, what's wrong?"

"Jason cheated on me."

"That douchebag." He states, but before even giving you time to agree, he starts with a new tangent. "You know my friend Eddie is single. He's had a crush on you forever, he never stops talking about you," you thought that was cute, Eddie was using your little brother as a wingman.

"Oh, that's so cute, are you his little wingman now?" You ask, jokingly picking him up and swinging him. "Good little wingman though. Tell Munson he's on."

"Really?"

"No." You laugh, "nobody wants me like this, come on. Now give me five minutes, I'll be right out."

"I'll be in the car,"

"I bet you will be,"

You rushed to throw on your clothes, and lightly brushed your hair, before putting your sneakers on and heading out the door. Record time: less than five minutes. Dustin actually seemed surprised.

"That was like, four minutes and twenty two seconds! Good one!" He says, giving you a high five with a smile plastered on his face.

"I'm proud of you, Dust." You smile.

"Why do you always say that?"

"Because, it's something I wish I would've heard it when I was your age. Nobody really had time to care about how I felt. But you, Dust, you'll do great things. They'll always listen to how you feel."

"You're not alone, Y/N, you know that right?" He sympathizes with you. In response, you just flash a half smile at him and lightly hug him. He smiles back, and returns to looking out the window.

"Did I tell you about what Eddie said yesterday?" You thought it was so cute, Eddie was like his best friend. He loved him so much, even if he wouldn't admit to it. Neither of them would, just based on the Eddie you knew. Dustin began going on a tirade about probably every ingle joke Eddie has ever said, and you've heard it so many times you were able to recite them with him. You loved seeing him so passionate, especially over somebody that could be his older brother. Dustin always wanted an older brother, too, hence why he was so close with you and now Eddie. It didn't make you jealous or anything like that, if anything, it made you beyond happy.

You would do the same as you did every single morning, wave to Eddie, hug Dustin and park your car. This time was different, as Eddie approached your car.

"Hey sweetheart, everything okay?" He asks.

"What, you stalking me now?" You joke.

"Maybe I am, doesn't mean you're okay. I heard about what happened. My condolences."

"Jesus, nobody died. Just my popularity."

"You always have a place with me, Y/N. Please never forget that."

"I won't, Eddie. Thank you, and same to you. Thank you for taking such good care of Dust." Dustin hated that nickname. One time when you were younger, he slipped and fell in the dirt next to the sandpit at the sandpit. He was so little, he had dust all over him. And in your young mind, Dust just stuck so much better than Dustin. He always told you never to say that around his friends, but you always forgot.

Eddie nods, tapping the door of your car awkwardly before walking away. You realized in this moment that Jason was out of the picture, you could now give all your attention to your high school crush, and he'd take it. It might make things awkward for Dustin, but he wanted you guys together since he met Eddie. Maybe it was time.

You would spend all first period writing a list for revenge, before going on the run. Eddie wouldn't know about your plan to run, until it was too late, but you had hoped he would at least help with the list.

He was the perfect person to help, in addition to all the finer things about him, he was protective and would be the safe haven when you got out of control. That's just who Eddie was as a person. Before the supply run lost, you made a plan.

i. vandalism

This meant you were gonna need spray paint, some gasoline, a few water bottles, a slim jim, and some fish.

ii. breaking and entering (maybe theft?)

Because you know everything about Beth, you know exactly where she'd keep a stash of daddy's money. This would help with step iv. This also would require much supplies, other than all black clothes.

iii. arson

There were a couple people who deserved a last message.

iv. going on the run

A few petty crimes won't follow you as a wanted woman, but it will sure leave one hell of a reputation in the town.

You told yourself you'd leave Eddie to care for him. And Eddie would do an amazing job. You've seen his little pep talk exchanges, and once overheard Eddie telling Dustin never to change, and making him promise. He was an incredible person to leave your baby brother with, the best person you could imagine to give guidance, even if nobody else could give a damn to recognize that Eddie was something other than a monster. The town was cursed, sure, but Eddie would be the perfect person to help him navigate. You didn't have a plan on where to go yet, but figured that would come in when you were on your last adventure with Eddie Munson later. He'd also be the perfect person to help you end that with a bang.

You begin writing your list, and writing him a letter as well. One that he couldn't open until after you were gone.

- spray paint (black, hardest to cover) (Art isle)

- lighter fluid (Grilling isle)

- lighters (By the registers)

- fish (Grocery)

- air horn (Mechanic's isle)

- pen and paper (Stationary isle)

- black hoodies (Men's clothing isle)

- face masks / face paint (Halloween isle)

And just like that, your plan was set. Now all left to do, was get Eddie Munson involved. Which shouldn't be hard, and he was always the reckless type. He wouldn't try to stop you, and for sure wouldn't let you do this alone.

...

I know you're not in love

Like you used to be

Guess I'm not the one

Like you used to think

So you just run

...

It was approximately three o'clock in the morning by now, and you were up all night tossing and turning. Tonight simply had to be the night, for the simple fact that you didn't know how much longer of this you could take before the redundancy and repetition became too much. You were at your breaking point forever, you've always wanted to leave Hawkins, but now was time.

On the envelope addressed to him, all you had written was

"don't open this until after phase iv. ♡y/n"

The letter had much less. It simply started with,

"Eddie, I have always loved you," erased and rewritten at least six thousand times, to the extent that the paper drew raw and was creating holes from the eraser. Maybe that was all he needed to know, maybe he didn't need to know the rest. Only time would tell for you.

Next thing you know, you're hopping out of your window, bag in hand with the little money you stole to start you with, biking to Eddie Munson's trailer. You hoped he was home, or alone, as this would be so awkward if it played out any other way. You couldn't get the image of you biking all the way to his house and he's with some girl or isn't home entirely.

However, this was Eddie Munson. It wasn't like he had much of anything to do on Friday nights, besides be a menace with his friends playing Dungeons and Dragons. But Dust had been home for hours, which lead you to believe their game was either finished or postponed. But you didn't talk much to Dustin before leaving, so you didn't know the full story in its entirety. To be fair, you had no idea this Friday, tonight, at 3am would be go-time, so you didn't exactly get to say what you needed to.

After about five minutes of consistent pedaling, you arrive at his trailer. You Were nervous, your stomach knotted and turned by the second. Before you even knew it, you had already knocked and Eddie was already standing in the doorway.

"To what do I owe the surprise, sweetheart?" He questions, his hand raised slightly over the door frame, holding himself straight. His other hand held the doorknob, holding the barrier open to greet you.

"Remember when you said if I needed you, you were there?" You spoke, without a second thought to process the question.

"Something along those lines, but yes."

"Good, because we might need to do some slightly illegal stuff, can I come in?" You enter before he even has time to respond, and he closes the door behind you, as if it was natural.

"What do you mean we?" He questions. You were sat on his living room couch, staring back at him as he approached you, wearing a cropped top masking his shoulders with his usual jeans, his fingers drenched in rings. He had made a cup of coffee, or something, and was drinking it as he approached you. His demeaner was still calm, as he held his little mug. He was sort of cute this way, just in his natural habitat, not feeling the need to keep up with the standards he was given around him.

"Well you'd never let me do anything dangerous alone,"

"Correct,"

"So, I figured you could come with me!"

"Uh, incorrect."

"What? Why?" You ask, standing up to dramatically flail your arms.

"Because, believe it or not, I'm actually trying to refrain from being a piece of shit like my old man. Trying to save the Munson name, you know?"

"Which I respect. What if I told you, you wouldn't be implemented for these crimes? You would simply be the mastermind."

"The term mastermind definitely turns me on, won't lie." He jokes, "But how would I not be implemented for said crimes?"

They'll only see one person, if that, and with this list, I'll be the only suspect." You flashed the folded composition notebook paper after pulling it out of your flannel pocket. You begin to read him the list, aside from phase four. Instead of stating that, you said you'd hide it out away from Hawkins until the families got over it. These crimes would never be something that lead you to being a wanted woman, they were petty crimes. At most, they'd have a warrant, and if you spoke your name in Hawkins you'd get probation. You didn't mention that part, though. It really was an amazing plan, not to kiss your own ass. You'd drive, you'd lead, he was just the help.

"And if I agree?" He asks.

"What, do you want my throat or something?" You joke. "Who's to say that isn't in the plan?"

"Well, damn," he says, putting his hand behind his head as a matter to show how stunned he was by the comment. You laugh, leading him to awkwardly laugh. He was so cute.

"Still, as enticing as that is, I don't know if I can help. Y/N, I always run away from my problems. You think I'm a lot stronger than I am. Don't get me wrong, the girl I've had a crush on since middle school asking my help and believing I am brave enough to help, is almost incentive enough to do it. But I just-"

"You're scared."

"No, I just-"

"Munson, I wasn't saying it as a bad thing. Everybody gets scared, regardless of how strong or how weak you perceive yourself. Fear is a human emotion. You're okay to admit that, and your feelings are safe with me." He smiles at you, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around you. You appreciated his warmth next to you, it almost made you feel protected. You might've stayed in Hawkins if you had this to save you sooner, but you were too far gone now.

"I appreciate that," he states, "yes, I am scared. Why don't you tell me more about this list?"

You began telling him how the high school drama bullshit shouldn't matter to you, but it did. Everything you thought became second nature to speak to him, he just had that way with people. Eddie was a protector naturally, and his energy spoke so, people were just too arrogant to see it. Including you, for a point in time. You told him that, too, how none of the stolen clothes or shoplifted makeup made you feel whole, and you always felt sad. But nobody cared, because nobody had time to deal with your issues. You always felt like you were wearing a mask, that's why you thought actually putting one on for the night would help mask what you were really going through. He tried to reassure you, but you were too far gone. You stood up, placing your hand out in grasp of his.

"You in or out, Munson? Note, you are important to my plan, but not vital. I can and will do this alone, it will just be so much harder." You stood up like you hadn't trauma-dumped on him, like everything, especially the conversation, had been normal. Like this was something that normal people did, on a normal occasion, at such a normal time. He must've thought that was hilarious, because he belly laughed before grabbing your hand in agreement. The only thing he requested was bringing his "main baby" also known as his guitar, because he wanted to play for you. You agreed, and like that, the both of you were on the move.

The two of you ran out to his van, you getting in the driver's seat. It was rare Eddie let anybody drive his baby, but he always cared for you, and knew you'd take good care of her. You started the van, the engine rolling over before starting. You begin driving to a convivence store just outside of Hawkins, as a means to be practically invisible to the world inside of Hawkins.

The crazy thing is, this had all happened so quickly. One moment, you were plotting leaving, and then the next it was a whole revenge plan somehow looping in Eddie Munson. But he was crazier than you, in all the right places, and he wanted justice for you just as bad as you did. Eddie was much more than the people around you predicted, or cared to imagine. Only the people around him knew just how amazing he was. More people needed this side of Eddie, but nobody was open enough to look for it.

"Do you know what your going to write with the spray paint yet?" He asks.

"Probably 'BACKSTABBING CUNT' or 'FAKE WHORE'. Maybe both." You respond, raising your hands and painting the air with your hand as a way to indicate big, bold letters on a movie screen.

"I really like both," he says, looking over at you with a smile stretched from ear to ear. "I like being here, you know? Even if this plan includes you going after your ex-boyfriend. I want you to know I understand it, and see it as a civil service act, but cops might not feel the same way."

"Well right, hence why I'll hide for a minute, you know? Everybody will think I'm leaving Hawkins, the way it was meant to be. I wrote Dust a letter."

"Did you write me one?"

"Maybe. But that's besides the point now, we're here. You got the list?"

"You know it,"

Eddie was in charge of getting a little over half of the list: spray paint, lighter fluid, lighters, about six packages of fish, water bottles, and an air horn. He also grabbed gloves for safety measures.

You were to get the rest: black hoodies, face masks, a slim jim, and a notebook pad and pen. The list was simple enough, and relatively easy to find in such a massive convenience store. You chose ski masks as the perfect match, and even picked up some white paint to decorate them. You also grabbed chalk for the sidewalks. Eddie seemed pleased with the decision, like a child excited to do arts and crafts, only it might be felonious.

You pick up all your supplies with Eddie beside you.

"Looks like some criminal activity,"

"Arts and crafts. We're art majors on a mission." You reply, rehearsing this line several times before the plan even became to be.

"Mhm, sure. Just don't rat my store out," he jokes. You both awkwardly laugh, watching him bag the supplies. You pay in cash, requesting for no receipt, and the two of you walk out as fast as you could without being inconspicuous.

"Pretty good convincing skills, eh?" You laugh, bags in hand. Eddie playfully tells you to shut up, joining in on your now mutual laughter, while recommending a spot to paint and talk through the plan. This place wasn't in Hawkins, luckily another deserted field on the outside skirts of Indiana. You thought this was an amazing idea, more privacy would be exactly what you needed right now. To discuss the plan and paint, of course.

...

I know that I'm stuck

In this misery

Guess I'm not enough

Like you used to think

So I'll just run

...

The two of you finally stopped at the deserted field, pulling both bags of menacing shit outside of the van before taking coverage of a large rock just outside of the trees. He begins painting your initial on his ski mask, and you paint an E for him. He was really your partner in crime, now. You began painting hearts all over yours, and he painted skulls. This was the perfect way to be spending your night, only it was going to get much more wild as the night went on.

"I like yours'," Eddie states, staring at his initial on your ski mask.

"I figure, true partners in crime right?"

"Forever and always," he spoke. You knew how much it would hurt not only you, but him too, for you to leave. You began dreading it, before shaking off the feeling ultimately. Tonight wasn't about worsening dread, it was about taking it back, which was all you seemed to care for. Truth be told, you were tired of feeling like a doormat to these high school kids. If this was the once chance to make dues, you weren't going to feel bad for it.

You began sitting with your legs crossed, finishing the untitled letters you started, Eddie focusing on his skulls across from you in the same position.

"You know, I like yours' too. Looks sick, and my initial looks so good next to the skulls." You flirt, winking at him as he looked up. It was so cute how he seemed to blush at the mere compliment.

"Oh, shut up," He says, very clearly flattered. "What are you over there writing?"

"Your letter. You can't read it until I'm gone."

"Gone?"

"I meant hiding," You paused.

"Y/N, is there something you're not telling me about this plan? You're safe, right?"

"Yes absolutely, and nothing I'm not telling you. It was just a word mix up. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. You know I'm always going to try and save you, right?"

"Let's begin phase one." You spoke, ignoring the thought of him trying to save you. If there was any truth to the matter, you'd hoped he could save you. But you almost knew better. Your life wasn't destined in Hawkins like his might've been, like everybody in your life had been. You were tired of the same street signs, and grew abnormally agitated by the same buildings and people. It wasn't fair that just because your mother grew up here, that you had to, and were forced to grow old there. You were generic in the sense that you hated your town, but the opposite in every other sense. That was something Eddie would never get, something nobody would ever get. That's why you had to leave. They were contaminated by this town, you weren't.  

"That wasn't phase one?"

"Merely. It was just the start, fool, let's go!" You grab your mask and the letters, throwing your new notebook in the backpack you brought. You begin rushing off to the van, throwing both your's and Eddie's ski masks in the back to dry. It was time.

You hop in the drivers seat, barely waiting for Eddie to enter before speeding off back to Hawkins. This time, the car ride was silent. Eddie seemed hurt by something, which weighed on you horribly. You regretted speaking about the plan further, and maybe regretted looping him into this. The only thing you could think about was Eddie telling Dust that he tried so hard to save you, and imagining Dust's whole world fall apart. First his dad, who he doesn't even remember, and now his sister. It shattered your heart, but you couldn't allow yourself to be in charge of how anybody felt anymore.

"What's up, Eddie?" You ask him, looking over at him briefly.

"I don't know what's going on after this. Is this the last time I'm gonna see you?" He stares at you, his eyes digging a hole with bare fingernails into your heart. It absolutely broke you to hear him ask that, because what he didn't know, is it was. It absolutely was, and it had to be. No amount of begging, or pleading, could ever change that now. You kept repeating the simple fact to yourself, that you were too far gone.

"No." You lied, "absolutely not. I promise. I'm just gonna be away until they get over this, that's all."

"And do what? Live as a fugitive?"

"I guess so."

"It's not too late to turn back,"

"Stop doing that. Stop talking to me like I'm a kid and can't make my own decisions. They've taken so much from me, I'm so tired of people taking shit from me."

"I know Y/N, I know you are. But that's what I'm here for-"

"Eddie, please! I promise, everything is going to be okay."

"That's not going to prevent the worry, but I believe you. Please don't break that promise."

"I won't." The pain was unbearable as you spoke these words. You didn't want to lie. That was the last thing you wanted to do. But you did what you always did, for yourself in too deep.

Without further ado, you were at Beth's house, putting on some gloves. Another perk about unfortunately knowing Beth was knowing her family's sleep schedule. This would be the absolute perfect time, because they were all asleep. The two of you pulled out your ski masks, going on either side of the house with two cans of spray paint in each hand. You begin getting anywhere you can, spraying the door, to spraying the house lining, then making your way to the sidewalk. You wrote various cusses, things that wrote, "BACKSTABBING CUNT", "CHEATING WHORE", "FAKE BITCH" and more. Eddie had classier ideas, writing things like "you're an awful person!" it was cute how he was so clueless.

After finishing your masterpiece, you grab a slim jim and unlock her car door. Luckily, nothing went off. You had been breaking into cars for a long time, which was an awful image but you just came from that background. You were taught young to fend for yourself, and you just did it differently.

With the now empty water bottles, about five or six of them or so, you wrote on the grass with lighter fluid. The F leading into the U, C and K pairing so perfectly, Y-O-U! spelled adjacent to the previous letters.

Almost last in the plan, was to go ahead with phase two, too. You were already here, they were already asleep, and it would be the perfect finisher. Besides, their house had been broken into many times when the two of you were friends, nothing ever changed that. But there were never any leads, always just some random person, and barely ever any reports. When you have too much money, you don't notice when it goes missing. It always surprised you that Beth lived in Hawkins, and not somewhere with more money, it was like her family thought they were doing some sort of fucked up charity work.

"Hey, keep watch," you whisper to Eddie.

"What? Why?"

"Phase two,"

Oh, my god, Y/N wait-"

But before he could say anything further, you were climbing into her kitchen window. You knew exactly where she kept the money her father would have given her, but everybody did. Everybody that knew her used her as a piggy bank, which is sad, but she almost deserved it after the hell she had put you through. Any other person, you might've felt bad for. But Beth Fischer can rot in hell. Besides, you'd need the money for phase four.

You tried to be as stealth and sneaky as you could, stepping to her room. She kept a wad of cash in her vanity drawer, you just had to get to that. They didn't have a dog, or any animals of any sort, and Beth was the only child. They basically made this house the go-to criminal's safe haven. It was predictable, not much to get caught over or discovered for. And this happened often, it even happened when you slept over. Through the night, the whole place was ransacked, right underneath your noses. Again, no reports, no leads, no nothing. The family didn't even care, and were just happy to make it out with their lives, including you. That was just another traumatizing day in your life though, sometimes you almost felt for Beth.

You crept through the hallways and made it to her bedroom, then carefully opened her vanity, before pulling out the exact wad of cash you were talking about and closing the drawer for good. You pocketed the cash, and quickly made it out of her house. Now it was time for the finishing act. You hopped out of the same kitchen window, rushing to Eddie in the yard.

"Didn't think I was gonna use your time for free, right?" You smirk, pulling out the wad.

"Jesus, Y/N! Why would you do that? Why was that in the plan? Why-"

"Quit freaking out, Eddie, we're good. This happens like every week for them."

"Doesn't make it right,"

"Sure, it doesn't, but phase four remember? I need to successfully hide out. How do you suppose I do that poor?"

"I guess I get it. Just feels shitty."

Finally, you begin placing the fish everywhere in her car, under her seats, in her glove box, under the back seats, behind the mirrors of the car, anywhere that there was minimal visibility but the scent would linger. You left a letter in her glovebox next to one of the fish that wrote, "fuck somebody else's boyfriend!". After the fact, you were finally done with phase one. The only thing left to do, was to allow them to wake up to Eddie and yourself's artwork. Last step was the blow horn. Eddie so gracefully handed it to you after kissing the hand he placed it in, speaking a quick, "kill 'em babe".

"Wait do you actually feel bad for her?" You ask, finally realizing the gravity of exactly what Eddie spoke prior to placing the fish in the car.

"Really, Y/N? Now?" He asks, clearly exaggerating his mental strength to handle the situation at hand.

"Oh, whatever,"

You blow the horn as loud as possible, for approximately two seconds, two being the number of weeks it took to find out Jason cheated on you. As you blew the horn, that was Eddie's que to light. The two of you took everything that could be considered evidence and threw it in the fire that wrote "FUCK YOU!" to further the alibi. The plan played out perfectly as he did just so, the lights in the house turning on as the grass caught.

Next thing you knew, the wind was carelessly rustling through your hair as the dark denim sky chased behind you, the stars painting figures in the sky like Picasso. You ran through the constellations followed behind you, as did Eddie Munson. You couldn't wait to leave this city, restart with somebody so better than what you've been through. The heart wrenching trauma would forever stay in your past, at least you hoped so. Houses passed houses, turning into blocks before you would even come close to your designated spot. Nonetheless, the two of you sped off as fast as you could to your next destination: the getaway car.

The two of you have never hopped in a car faster, parking the van a few blocks away seemed like a good idea in hindsight but definitely not in the long run.

"I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack," Eddie breathlessly pants.

"How's that for running away from your problems, Munson?"

"Fucking christ!" He was erratic, practically foaming at the mouth with adrenaline. You laughed with him, speeding as fast as you could away from the scene. In between this plan and the next, you needed to stop at Eddie's house. Beth's parents would've for sure reported it, causing you to be the prime suspect. But if the cops caught you at Eddie's house, maybe banging him, it would be less suspicious and you both would have an alibi. You threw the rest of the things in a trash can by her house, so that was one less thing to worry about. And because the two of you handled it with gloves, thanks to Eddie, there was no trace of evidence.

"Phase one done, now it's time for phase two part two, we're going back to your house and fucking."

"WOAH, what?" He yells, completely taken back, "at least take me to dinner first!"

"Oh, you weren't pleased with the grill that just took place on Beth's front lawn?"

"You know talking about the crime kind of indicates you were involved,"

"Yeah, no shit! That's why I'm saying it to you, and not the cops, hence why we need to be at your place having sex. Like right now."

"Sweetheart, I'm not complaining. I'm just confused."

"Babe. Alibis."

"Right."

"Do you get what I'm saying?"

"Not a clue."

...

Finally, you got through to Eddie, for maybe explaining it for five minutes into more detail.

"On another note, you know how bad I've wanted you?" He asks abruptly.

"Woah, did you even think about that one before you said it?"

"No. And I don't need to. Listen beautiful, I'll take any opportunity to be alone with you. I'm glad you were feeling felonious tonight." He joked.

"I've wanted you for a long time too, you know. Jason was a coverup, Eddie, I hate to say it but I can't stop looking at you."

"Hate to say it huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

"Or what?"

"I guess I'll have to make you."

Before you could even enter the doorway, you found yourself fiddling with his belt with your tongue colliding with his. The two of you were making out long before you hit the door. You could taste on his lips that he wanted it for a long time, and it made him taste so much stronger. The desperation, ability to be vulnerable, it all turned you on so much more. He was good with his actions when kissing you, taking care of your lips just as much as clashing your tongues in between kisses. He felt so mysterious, the musk made you ache for him stronger. He began kissing behind your ears, and down your neck before setting you on his kitchen table.

He proceeded to grind against you as he kissed down to your collarbones, leaving you a moaning mess. You beg for him without a second thought, praising him as he kissed and sucked upon all your sweetest spots, leaving little purple and yellow marks as he pleased. You enjoyed it, trying to savor every breathless moment.

He was standing above you, and took off your shirt before a word slipped from his mouth. He began kissing on your chest now, taking your bra off with only his left hand. Holding one of your breasts, he begins kissing and sucking on the other.

"Please, Eddie," you begged for him to continue, and he starts to pull at your waist band, before eventually taking them off with one swift motion. He draws patterns over the barrier covering your core, feeling your wetness on the tip of his fingertips. You could see his rings moving as he did so, like he was painting a canvass. He was ruining you in the best ways possible. You moan for him, fire invading your lungs as you let out every last breath of oxygen you could in a matter of seconds.

"Remember when you told me to shut up? You said you'd have to make me, right?" He growled.

"Oh, did I?"

"Absolutely, princess. And I think I found the best way to make me," he continued. He pushes you further back on the table, and you lay back for him as he gets down on his knees for you. He begins placing kisses over your panties, leaving you a shivering wreck. Finally, he takes them off and flings them to the other side of the room, not that you could necessarily care to keep track of your clothes.

He begins painting circles over your clit with his tongue, putting his mouth over your core as he kissed. He put his jaw into it, taking control over your entire center as he did so. You intertwined your fingers into his curly mane, twisting and locking your fingers as he went faster. The aches built up strongly, consuming your whole body before traveling up to the very top of your mind. You were so close, you could feel it in the heels of your feet.

"You feel so good," you whined, grabbing every strand of hair you could as he sped up. You withered and twitched above him, not being able to contain yourself for much longer.

"Baby please, I'm so close," you cried out, shivering and shaking as he continued.

"Good," he mumbled, "Do it, princess."

You finish with one final moan loud enough to smack against the walls of the trailer, before seeping into the drywall as you finished for him. You had never experienced that before.

"You're not done," he growled, kneeling up a little. He places his fingers at your entrance, rubbing over your center before slowly entering. He began slowly curling his fingers, causing you to moan louder than you had before.

"Holy fuck," you whimper. He continues, picking up his speed as he does so, but ever so slightly as to not get you off so easily.

"Good girl," he spoke, raspiness attacking his vocal chords. He was a protector, but dominant, and you adored that in him. You could feel the pit burning in your center again, before traveling up to the tops of your shoulders. You begged for him, but he didn't listen. He slowed down, if anything, edging you beyond control.

"When you show you deserve it, I'll go faster."

"I'm yours," you purr, he goes faster to the response. You could tell he was infatuated with hearing you say that, especially in this light. You continue, begging him as you do so.

"Please Eddie, I'm yours," you begged. You proceed to plead with him, pressure building up as he continued. You continued to moan as loud as you pleased, your ears ringing with the motions. After a short moment, it was beyond containable. You could no longer stop begging him for more, and telling him just how much control he had over you. You could feel your body smacking against the table as he sped up at such a rate you physically couldn't control the spasms.

"I'm gonna finish," you moaned, and he proceeded to go faster, causing you to finish in an instant. Your legs were no longer in control, shaking as you sat up for him. He placed himself at your entrance after unbuckling his pants, pulling you forward as he aligned himself.

"Hawkins Police, open up!"

"Are you fucking kidding," he groans, "one second! Kind of got my cock out!"

"Yeah we heard, Eddie." The cop replies. You let out a laugh of pure embarrassment, but also success because the alibi phase was now set up perfectly. Eddie puts his pants and boxers back on, and you struggle to find your clothes, grabbing a spare Hellfire Club tshirt and boxers you found lying around. After everything is good, Eddie opens the door and welcomes the two cops inside.

"Officer Garcia and Officer Peterson, nice to meet the two of you." The cop on the left says, pointing at himself and then the officer next to him. "Bethany Fischer was attacked tonight. We wanted to ask you a few questions?" As if you had much of any other choice without incriminating yourself. Also, attacked? Hardly.

"Of course, she okay?"

"Yeah, it was more-so a personal attack," the cop sighs, checking his watch before continuing the conversation. He appeared tired already, which as were you dealing with Beth and her family.

"You're friends with Bethany Fischer, right Y/N Y/L/N?" Officer Peterson asks.

"I mean, was friends with her. She kind of dropped me after me and Jason broke up, and especially after I started seeing this guy." You smile, biting your lip as you cling onto him.

"Right. Have you guys been together all night?" Garcia states, taking a notepad out of his pocket.

"Yeah, we have," you respond. "Date night."

"Do you have any knowledge as to why anybody would want to mess with her or hurt her in any way?" He asks. You knew one good reason.

"Beth had a lot of enemies, a lot of girls in that school hate her guts, call her fake. You know, usual high school drama. I don't know though, I don't hang around that group anymore. I'm sorry, I wish I could be more help."

"Don't be. We'll get to the bottom of this. For right now, you guys just stay safe, and quiet it down. I'd hate to be back here for a noise complaint." He states, putting his notepad back in his pocket before exiting with his fellow officer. "Have a good night."

"Yeah, you too. Good luck!"

"Yeah, thanks. Just a shit ton of extra paperwork." And with that, they were gone. The two of you waited for the lights to leave before jumping with excitement. Phase one and two were officially complete. Eddie was really coming around to the idea of being the mastermind to your plan, and it made you happy to see him like that.

...

You bathe in your victory

You blew out on my fuse

And if I took on the planet

Will I pay my dues?

...

You were anxious to start phase three. You still weren't entirely sure about the idea of phase four. Every route you would take would lead to disaster to somebody: you could either stay in Hawkins and keep destroying yourself, or leave and destroy those around you. There was no way around the disaster to some degree or another. But if you were being completely and utterly honest with yourself, part of you hoped there was a way out before phase four. You thought about the possibility of maybe staying for questioning, keeping this between you and Eddie because there was absolutely no evidence besides motive. But the more you thought about it, the more you realized there was no other way around this now, you were in too deep. You had always wanted to run, but after the night you had with Eddie, you almost wondered if it was worth it. Leaving everything behind and running couldn't be the only answer, unless you ran with him.

"Change of plans," You state, sitting next to Eddie on the couch, "I want to run with you,"

"Then let's go on a run." Eddie jokes. But now wasn't the time for jokes.

"You know what I mean," you said, "I meant for when I run. Or hide. I want you to hide with me,"

"Have you thought about what Dustin would think?"

"Why do I have to spend all my life worrying about what other people think? Why do people just live everyday willingly miserable because 'that's life'? I want to live for myself, Eddie."

"You were never just going to just hide were you?"

"What are you talking about? I told you, of course I was-" You were cut off by Eddie, as he started moving closer to you.

"You were never going to just go into hiding. You were going to ditch this place, these people. Hell, I can't say I'm mad at you or that I don't understand it, because believe it or not I do, but why?"

"Because, like I said, I'm tired of letting misery win because of some labyrinth everybody else is caught in. I'm gonna go be me, Eddie. You should come. You said so yourself, you understand it. What do you have here? In Hawkins?"

"Responsibilities, Y/N. People need me. They need you!"

"Yeah, the town that hates you."

"That's beside the point!" He stands up, stepping back. "That is absolutely beside the point. I understand what you're going through, and I'm here for you, but I can't let you leave."

"Either you come with me, or I'm going alone, I kind of decided this a long time ago Munson. You don't just get to come back into my life and act like you know me!"

"You came into my life!"

His comment infuriated you. It made you feel like another waste of space to him, like you meant nothing to him. You attempt to get up and walk outside, but he grabs your wrist.

"Please, don't go." His dark chestnut eyes pleaded with you, he looked like he could cry.

"It's too late," You say, looking away from his eyes.

"Then I'm coming with."

"Are you sure?" You ask, stepping back.

"Yes. Absolutely positive. I can't lose you again." He says, embracing you into a hug. You could feel how much he loved you in his grasp, he never needed to speak it.

"I don't know, Munson. Are you sure?"

"Yes. I promise. Just please, don't leave me, okay? That's all I ask. Well and one more request,"

"That is?"

"I want my letter you wrote to me read. If you're not leaving me, it shouldn't be that hard, right?"

"Valid point. Fine. Thank you for actually staying by my side."

"No, thank you. Come on, let's sit on the couch."

You sat across from him on the couch, and took out the letter you wrote to him. He did have a point, but you had two versions of letters. You would decide which to read to him in the long run, or so you thought, because now was that opportunity to choose. The truth is, you had two variations out of fear of how the night might've played out. One version was for him if he didn't join along, the other was if he did. Both said somewhat the same things though.

You chose the letter that included him helping, just to make it make more sense when reading it aloud. You begin unfolding it, as he watches your movements intensely, almost as if he's afraid you'd vanish into thin air right in front of him. Eddie had a hard time being vulnerable, and everybody knew that. You thought that might've been why he was picked on so much, he was so carelessly himself that it made people uncomfortable. Rightfully so, you'd tell yourself, because Eddie was everything good in the world. He was unique, had his own sense of himself, and people would refuse to see that often. He defined the good parts of Hawkins, the ones that made you feel at home, the ones that made you second guess leaving to begin with.

"The letter says,

Eddie,

I want to thank you for everything you've done, and apologize for my lack of seeing it. You're incredible, Eddie, and I know you'll always stay true to yourself to the end. I don't even need to tell you that. I'd say 'never change', but I know you won't. In the best ways possible, of course. The truth is, I've had a crush on you since freshman year. I was so grossly obsessed with being popular that it consumed me, and I didn't notice what was in front of me. That's my guilt, my regret. Eddie Munson, I love you. Apart of me thinks I always have, but was too scared to admit it. You are the definition of what made this place home for so long. And if I'm being honest, it's hard to leave knowing you're here. You're so uniquely you, that's why these people are afraid of you. You are the definition of everything good in this world, Munson. They fear you because you don't show fear, and don't show vulnerability. They will never understand just how incredible you are, and they don't need to. I want you to always remember that. I want you to always stay true to yourself, even after I'm gone. Please, take care of Dustin, he looks at you like a big brother. The big brother the world unfortunately couldn't have given him, and if it would've, maybe things would be different now. Remind him never to change, too, you both are rare in this cruel town, hidden gold. You're the hero in this story, in every story, they'll see that one day. I'm so proud of you.'

Signed, Y/N."

"You mean that?" He asks, tears in his eyes. You were unable to get another word a out before he was holding you, crying as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Eddie, are you okay?" You ask, as if the answer wasn't obvious.

"Nobody has ever said that to me. Any of that. I always thought nobody would care if I died." He speaks, still forming a puddle made of tears on your shoulder. You held him tighter, telling him just how proud you were of him. The same way the world didn't care about your problems, it seemed it didn't care about his either, and for once you didn't feel completely alone. He made you feel at home, and safe.

"You make me feel like I'm at home." You spoke, still holding him, "not a house, not four walls, but truly home. The world never cared about my emotions, and they didn't for your's either. You're the first person that makes me feel listened to, and I intend to be the same for you."

"Y/N, I love you,"

"I love you Eddie,"

The two of you sat like that for a moment. You imagined running away with him forever, and how that would look. You imagined the two of you maybe buying an RV, living in it as you travel. You imagined the glorious days, rather than what it would become to be before you were even able to catch it in nearly enough time.

He looks up at you, eyes puffy from crying. For a moment, the world stops, and it's only the two of you simply gazing into each other's eyes. Clouds came to a halt, time proceeded to yield, and everything around you was in slow motion. You really did love him, even if that was a harder fact to admit. But he was the same as you, another version of you, and it was no longer deniable how much so. Finally, he breaks the silence, placing his right hand on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss. He pulls away, and you look at him with a smile. He smiles back, going back into the kiss.

You climb on top of him, straddling his hips as you do so, and continue kissing. Your tongues clash and intertwine in between pecks, creating an intense passion movie writers couldn't even begin to try and think about writing.

"I love you Eddie," you say between kisses, "and I'm so proud of you,"

He flips you over, holding himself on top of you while he attacks your lips. He uses his right hand over your breast, gripping as he chooses. He begins kissing down your neck, holding you by the small of your back as he does so. He takes the tip of his index finger and slides it along the bottom hem of your t-shirt, before taking it off in one swift motion. Next thing you know, he was kissing down your chest, and unclasping your bra with the fingertips held together by his right hand. He managed to do so successfully, bringing shock to your face once more. You could feel yourself turning into a puddle, the mess in between your legs increasing as he grinder against you. You could feel every inch of him over you, his massive bulge poking your center as he did so. He begins leaving little marks with his mouth down your neck, and to your chest, before taking off your bottoms and underwear in between. Finally, getting tired of the layers in between, he also takes off his clothes.

He placed himself at your entrance once more, before slowly sliding in. He begins making out with you, the tip of him feeling like it was touching the inside of your stomach. You felt like you were losing your mind, feeling nothing but fire in the right places as he sped up ever so slightly. You roll your eyes back, and start moaning for him.

"Fuck, Eddie," you moan loud enough to make the neighboring cities wake up. He smiles as you do this, picking up his pace and making you beg for him. He takes his thumb, licks it, and begins drawing circles over your clit with said thumb. He smiles at you, causing you to get chills immediately down your spine.

"How does that feel?" he asks.

"Absolutely incredible," you moan breathlessly, trying to focus on your lungs as your eyes slam closed from intense pleasure. He laughs to himself watching you.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he states, once more picking up his pace. The same feeling he once brought you was back again, but this time increased by what felt like an infinite amount. You could feel your stomach turning, your insides on fire so passionately you could practically feel it radiating on the outside, and the world became heavier.

"Eddie, I'm close," you almost scream, finishing before he was even able to give you permission to do so. At the same time, you felt him throbbing and twitching every which way, indicating that he himself finished as well. You felt his warm load inside of your walls, writing his name on the center of your core. You lay breathless for a while, your lungs trying to catch up to what he just put you through. It was a quick interaction, but immediately became everything you could ever love and more. Nobody ever made you feel like that, not Jason, and not anybody before him.

"That was fucking amazing, Y/N," he says dorky. It was so cute how pure he felt, he said everything on his mind and more, and was just so silly and uniquely him in the process. That was your favorite thing about him. He didn't care about what other people thought the way you once did, he didn't care to change what he said or how he said it in hopes of achieving popularity the way you once did. He was so unapologetically, and unafraid to be, so effortlessly uniquely him, it inspired you. You never noticed the amount of happiness you'd get from waving to him every morning, until now. Or the happiness you'd get hearing Dust gush about him, until now. Or even more, the complete and utter infatuation you'd feel when glancing over at him during lunch as he sat with the Hellfire Club. He did some crazy shit, like climbing on tables and jumping out at kids, but that made him who he was.

"It absolutely was, and you needed that after the cockblock those officers put you through." you agree, completely lost in thought as you silently admired him. He smiles at you, and kisses your head.

"Onto phase three, huh?" He asks, sitting up and helping you regain your balance as he does so. The two of you begin talking about the plan to recreate small fires all over town, with two specific locations in mind: Jason's and Hawkins High. You might come up with an idea for other places in the meantime, but for now, this was the proper place to start.

You begin loading his van with supplies he already had, gasoline and lighters, plus some gardening gloves, and continue with the plan. The plan was none other than to recklessly and dangerously commit arson, without a trace of evidence or anything to incriminate either of you. This was fairly easy, given Eddie was always protected with supplies like he lived in a murder house or something, and you had thought about this for maybe one hour and acted completely on whim. You made the generic comedy criminals, and you loved that. You were always a hopeless romantic.

The two of you hop in his van without speaking another word, and set the route to Jason's house. You park the van a few blocks away once more, and begin heading to his house on foot. The sky was still dark, and would be for an hour or so, which meant the timing was absolutely perfect. At Jason Carver's house, the lights are all off, not a sign of life to be seen within the windows or behind any closed doors. However, by now, it was almost 5am, people would be awake shortly and that could possibly make for more witnesses unintentionally. As much as you wanted to take advantage of the dark skies above you, you knew the quicker, the better with this final act. Not getting caught was the key ingredient to your whole plan to begin with, even before you decided Eddie would join you in running from the law.

You head over to his front lawn, and begin pouring lighter fluid on the grass once more. This time, it was nothing in specific, it was just small fires sprinkled across his front lawn. They'd be controllable, for the most part as one person cannot contain several small fires. Luckily, there was a church and Hawkins High right on the same road. The two of you made a run for it, running as fast as you could to the next spot. Eddie would take the church, you would take Hawkins High, and the rest of the plan included meeting at the van in exactly seven minutes, not a minute under or over. You began sprinting as fast as you could to Hawkins, making it in a shocking four minutes. You hurry as you light the small fires, and make a run for the getaway van for the next three.

"Hey! Stop!" You hear from behind you, just as you were about to give up. The voice behind you was heavily masculine, and sounded terrifying. You shifted control to your brain, and let your muscle memory take over the speed of your runs. You cut through trees, through bushes, jumped fences, anything you could. You tore your knee on a fence a block ago, and kept going. You were hellbent, and extremely dedicated.

At the van Eddie would already be, as you yelled to him, "Go! Go! Go!" The stakes were incredibly high, because whoever this was simply had to be authority of some sort. If they seen the van, the two of you were screwed. Luckily, nobody proceeded the chase, and this would mean you and Eddie Munson were once again in the safe zone. You told him about the letter to Dustin, and suggest you drop it off in the mailbox guarding your now old house. Between Eddie and yourself, you had four thousand dollars from the nights' collection, and this meant endless possibilities for where the two of you could stay.

...

Your love was a mystery

Yeah my love is a fool

And I traveled the country

Just to get to you

...

"Honeymoon suite, Indianapolis!" The two of you agreed, taking three hundred away from your existing budget. This meant the two of you would get to continue having fun, even after the party was considered over. Any time spent with Eddie meant passion struck the air so strongly it could collide worlds, he was the best at making your toes curl.

"Hey! Honeymoon suite for two," you say, pulling out a hundred extra dollars for the clerk up front. Finally, you had got far away from Hawkins. The whole drive was spent laughing maniacally with your favorite arm candy, making jokes about the criminal activity you partook in, and overall just having the time of your lives.

"Deal. Honeymoon suite for two, here you go. Enjoy love birds," He says, going right back to his Playboy on the countertops. Though this struck you as rather strange, especially if he willingly took the job of cleaning the bedsheets, but you were too caught enjoying and living in the high of finishing your final plan. You were finally away from Hawkins. Nothing else mattered to you now, besides Eddie. This was the way it was always meant to be.

Before you could even enter the doorway, articles of clothing were coming off at drastic rates. He began attacking your lips, and tongue in between small breaks from your lips. He was so good at holding you in place as he took control of you, it made you melt every single time. By now, your pants were already to the ground, as well as your shirt, and him matching. The two of you were half naked, trying to manage locking the door before continuing but barely getting by doing so.

He began kissing down your neck, and eventually collarbones, leaving little love bites and bruises wherever he deemed fit. He traced over the aches with his tongue, like a fresh paintbrush dipped in acrylic paint before creating a portrait. He pinned you against the wall, one hand directly over you and the other attached to the small of your back, traveling upwards as he pleased. Without a second thought, he manages to strip you of your bra, tossing it on the floor with one swift motion. He continues, kissing down your breasts and eventually your chest, before making it down to your underwear.

"May I?" He questions, tracing the waist band of your underwear with his ringed fingertips. You nod frantically, and he takes them off, placing his finger over your center.

"Use your words," he demands.

"Yes please,"

With the magic words, he begins slowly entering you with his fingers, bending down and sitting placed on his knees as he fingered you. He starts off slow, curling his fingers while he's inside, as a means to not miss any single one of your sweetest spots. He proceeds, licking your clit as he twirls his fingers inside of you while his thumb is lightly playing with the same clit he had his tongue plastered upon. He loved to edge you, putting his jaw into his mouth movements as he continued to finger you.

"Eddie, faster fuck!" You moan, oblivious to the surrounding neighbors.

"How does it feel, sweetheart?" He asks. You proceed to tell him just how amazing he was, just how much you were his, and all the sweet dirty things he wanted to hear. He smirks at you, going faster as a response.

"I'm yours' Eddie, please, faster-" You moan, and he listens. You finish before even becoming aware of doing so, legs shaking and spasms as you do.

"Good girl," he spits.

He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing your head back as he places a finger over your tongue. He loved the sight of you, and admitted so, as the luminating lights shine over your nude body. He was so comfortable around you, and it showed by the way he took care of you.

"You are so beautiful," he says, examining your body. His eyes lit up as he glances over your hips, down to your ankles.

"Thank you baby," you purred, arching your back for him. He took this as a hint, entering inside you and bringing back that very familiar sense of ecstasy. You let out a sharp moan, piercing the walls around you as you do so. He continues, picking up his speed skillfully as he thrusts, hitting every single one of your weakest spots. You practically go limp underneath him, your whole body unsuccessfully overcoming the urge to melt. You moan his name and cuss sweet profanities beneath his touch, and he'd paint your wings. 

"Please Eddie, faster!" You beg, and he listens, picking up his pace with every upward thrust. You feel yourself crumbling, about to expose yourself as you finish for him.

"I'm gonna finish," You warn him, and he slows down as he pleases to edge you.

"Finish when I say, princess,"

"Please Eddie, I can't hold it anymore,"

"You'll have to for me," he demands. You nod frantically in response, your legs twitching as you do your best to hold yourself back. Your body shook so violently it felt as though it would become unattached. You try to keep your composure, taking steps to breathe as he proceeds to pick up his pace while thrusting. You felt as though one more thrust in the right spot, you'd be done for. 

"Finish for me sweetheart," he growls, finally allowing you to finish. The heavenly feeling all comes rushing back, your legs collapsing as you finish for him. You begin to start whimpering as your body starts spasming beneath him. He smiles at the sight, wiping sweat off of his bangs that stuck to his forehead as he does so. He slows down to help you come down, but as soon as he's given the signal to continue, he does, finishing shortly after you.

"Fuck, Y/N!" He moans as his cock throbs inside you, shooting himself inside you. He falls next to you, and pulls you closer to him. 

"I don't know where you get your experience from, but you're incredible." You softly chuckle. 

"Oh, don't you know? From every other girl!" He jokes, knowing you're probably, at the very least, one of the first few. You laugh with him, remembering how good it felt to laugh. He brought out the better side of you, despite the running from the law and Hawkins, and despite the shit show you voluntarily entered together. He loved you, and made sure you knew it. 

"I love you," he purrs, pulling you closer.

"I love you, more, Munson." You reply, standing up to grab your clothes. 

If you were being entirely honest with yourself, something about this still felt very off. You wanted to believe that running with him was the answer, and was the way things were meant to be, but it still felt like he was trying to save you for some reason. You couldn’t even begin to think about where exactly to pinpoint your feelings, but you knew how off things felt.

“Should we stay here overnight? Or like leave before morning? I feel like if we’re trying to go on the run, maybe the best plan is to not be in one place too long. I was thinking we make it to California!” You suggest. You didn’t want to sound like every other gullible teenager with high hopes, but you loved to write music. Eddie of course took his guitar everywhere. You’d be the best match for each other, and the world’s most perfect duo with a background. You couldn’t help but get that image out of your mind.

“Why can’t we do both,” he says, “we can stay the night, but leave before morning?”

“Okay,” you smile, sitting on his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, staring at his lips as you do so.

“You know, I’ve seen you staring at my guitar. You play?”

“I sing,”

“Oh, you do? Looks like we make the perfect duo!”

“You know, I was just thinking the same thing,” you banter with a flutter of your eyes.

He stands up, putting on his clothes and walking over to the spot where he draped his guitar. He picked the beauty up, before walking back over to you. He sits on the bed, pulling you onto his lap with one hand and holding the guitar with the other. He puts the guitar in front of you before speaking, “watch me,”.

He begins playing Fade to Black by Metallica, which wasn’t really a love song rather a depressing one, but it just so happened to be one of your favorite songs. You had no idea if he knew that or not, but the smile on his face as he held you and strummed was enough to suggest he might’ve.

His ringed fingers scattered across the strings as he played, making sure to never miss an Am note, or a C note. He was so delicate as he performed for you, and gentle as he held you as well.

You begin to sing, pouring your heart out onto your vocal chords as you did so. He stared with awe, watching you sing as he strummed. His face lit up with amazement and shock as you completely surprised him.

He continued to play, as you proceeded to sing, and the two of you were nothing shy of in love. This is exactly what you envisioned for the both of you.

Things not what they used to be

Missing one inside of me

Deathly loss, this can't be real

I cannot stand this hell I feel

Emptiness is filling me

To the point of agony

Growing darkness, taking dawn

I was me, but now he's gone

No one but me

Can save myself

But it's too late

Now I can't think

Think why I should even try

After the song is finished, he places his guitar back to the spot he had it draped over, and stood you on your feet. He places his hand on the small of your back, spinning you before catching you in his arms.

“You were amazing, beautiful.” He speaks to you with infatuation clinging to his vocal chords.

“As were you, my love,” you kiss his cheek, and he begins attacking your lips playfully.

The two of you spent hours awake together, laughing and telling stories of the times that you missed out on while not together. You told him stories about Dustin, and his eyes would light up. He very obviously did care for Dustin, and you could tell the love weighed heavily in his heart

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #smut #stranger things season four #stranger things spoilers #stranger things four #stranger things #x reader #must protect eddie at all costs

[fiapartridge]

You said will and daisy are mine by Taylor swift coded how so?

omfg i've been waiting for this ask

You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin' Wondering why we bother with love, if it never lasts

daisy has always been scared of love (even though she has so much to give). her parents didn't really express their love as they always expected the best from their kids in everything they do: in school, in athletics, in being a good person in general - so she didn't want to be in a relationship where it would just end up in heartbreak

that's why she was so reluctant to be with will (she hated him for a while, but after hanging out with him without gabe around 24/7, she realized that he wasn't that bad - and that she really liked him)

I say, "Can you believe it?" As we're lyin' on the couch The moment, I can see it Yes, yes, I can see it now

daisy and will confessed their feelings during the summer before her senior year (+ the summer before will's 1st year at college -> they confessed their feelings at the draft) & they officially got together (in secret) during her senior year & they went public during her first year at bc.

they were hanging out in will's apartment the day they went public and they were holding hands and cuddling on the couch & it was the first time that they could be affectionate without hiding anything. "can you believe it?" daisy beamed up at will, her hands raking through his blonde hair. "we don't have to hide anymore." will smiled softly before leaning in to kiss the happy girl. "i'm so incredibly happy that i can call you mine."

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

daisy's always been careful. she watched out for herself. her sister, lili, was one of her best friends but she barely hung around the house anymore after she left for college, and her older brothers, jeremy and jacob, were there sometimes, but she never felt close to them - there were no similarities, nothing that bonded them other than the fact that they lived under the same roof and had the same parents. gabe was her protector. he made sure she was safe and careful - he never let anything bad happen to her. they bonded over music artists, movies, and their weekly drives to the lookout only they knew of.

gabe and lili protected and cared for her because her parents weren't there to do it. yanic perreault cared for one thing and one thing only: hockey & 4/5 kids fell into that category. the last kid was long forgotten, only added into conversations when they asked her how her grades were doing and if she was still doing well in ballet.

hell, they never even went to her ballet performances. she would book out a whole row for her family and the only face she would see in that row was gabe's- every single time.

so daisy was careful. because if she wasn't careful, who was going to remind her to be? gabe was going off to college so he wouldn't be there as much and lili only came home every couple months. if daisy was lucky, she would see lili 4 times a year rather than the usual 3. so if no one was there to check her, she had to do it herself.

she never went out past midnight, she never missed out on an assignment, she never went to any parties - at one point of her life, she was sort of floating through the motions.

but when she hung out with will, it was like all of that was gone. she didn't care about coming home at 2 am, or sneaking into closed beaches, or going to parties and having a drink. when she was with will, she felt alive - and she wanted to feel that way everyday.

Flash forward, and we're takin' on the world together And there's a drawer of my things at your place You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes

she has a box of her things at will's apartment: extra clothes, a toothbrush, a loofa, a hair brush, all of her snacks are in the kitchen - will's bedroom isn't just his. you can see daisy in there, too.

will understood why she was so reluctant to trust him, to be in a relationship and admit that she's fallen for him - and he was okay with it. he didn't need her to be ready at that exact second. he would wait for her - because she was someone worth waiting for.

And we got bills to pay We got nothin' figured out When it was hard to take Yes, yes This is what I thought about

will was daisy's first bf. she didn't know what she was doing or if anything she was doing was right. but will promised to her that they would figure it out together.

And I remember that fight, two-thirty a.m. 'Cause everything was slipping right out of our hands I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street

Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known Then, you took me by surprise You said, "I'll never leave you alone"

when will told daisy that he was moving to san jose after his second year at bc, she was already bracing herself for heartbreak so when the time came, it wouldn't hurt so bad.

she expected him to break up with her. to realize that he didn't want to be with a girl that wasn't there for him 24/7, that was across the country, that wouldn't pack up her whole life to be with him. but when he told her that he wasn't just going to leave her alone, that he wasn't going to give up on their relationship, she realized that he was the kind of guy you don't let go of, that you don't let out of your grasp no matter how hard the situation is, that he was the best thing that's ever been hers.

#perreault!sister x will smith

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hindsight (chapter 2) | park chanyeol x reader

a/n: it took me awhile revising this chapter and i had to have a clear vision and connect the dots of the rest of the plot that i had already established, but here it goes anyway and is a bit longer than the previous one, and has more chanyeol appearance compared the last time it was sort of like the pilot episode. i hope you all love this, to all who where anticipating for a new chapter and i hope i served you all justice today

warning/s: alcohol consumption, mention of cuss words, some angsty shit i guess

word count: 4.2k words

IT STILL BAFFLES me how and when Baekhyun learned of my puppy love for his best friend. Admittedly, I have liked him ever since Baekhyun introduced him to me, and it only grew when the teasing part started; he would call me ‘cute’ for some reason because he likes seeing me turn red in embarrassment.

Back in my last year of Middle School, I learned that Chanyeol was dating the new girl from our school. I just thought that any guy like Park Chanyeol would just kiss and drop her, until I discovered that it was serious. I could still remember how broken I was that night. After attending the academy, I went straight home, moped around my room, and cried for days. Even though Angel and I were the best of friends, that was one secret I never told her.

Because Chanyeol dated my best friend.

She was the new girl.

When Angel was just starting out as a freshman and he was a sophomore while I was already in my last stretch of middle school, that was also the time that I had a chance to befriend the girlfriend of the guy I was going through my entire teenagerhood because I was the younger sister of Baekhyun, and I admit that I befriended her so that I could see the bad side of her, and just like the namesake herself, she was the purest and kindest person that I have ever met, and she deserves someone like this man she is with.

For the past two years that Angel and I have been friends, she still has no idea.

When I finally surpassed the feelings that I had for Chanyeol, the timing also had its ways, just so happened that was also the perfect timing to break up, and that was when I was already midway my freshman year, and as I have entered real high school, I also learned how much important of a phase it was and through my first years of high school, I had figured out that the football team was chasing after me, and they were taking turns on trying to court me and luckily, with the help of Baekhyun, he told me to turn them all down as they were only placing bets on me, which I learned the next day, Chanyeol had to beat all the athletes from the socccer team for that reason, which had Baekhyun skeptical as well, and while I just thought it was his older brother instincts that came out.

"Young Miss, You may finally rest now; I have removed all your makeup." Annie spoke with the most comforting voice. The room was dimmed, which turned my room into a relaxing ambiance. My mother was very strict with bedtime procedures, especially with me since I am her only daughter, and she was concerned that the next two years of my life would be filled with nothing but debut preparations. Upper Elites practiced this debutante ball every year as a symbol of family presentation to the world of Aristocrats of the Upper East Side, and it was one significant thing that Lower Elites did not have aside from inherited wealth, which is a debutante ball. Aristocrats have admired the same European practice, as takes us back to the reign of Queen Charlotte of UK, although debutante balls are a symbol of matchmaking functions, it also serves as a function that a woman is ready to take her place to become a lady and prove it by attending different galas, functions and charity events as well as the talk of her future, and even so the event will merely take two years later, the madhatters are preparing for it because of mother’s connections, and since our family is one of the nine dukes, it was important to make a presentation—to build image and I was representing the House of Yangban—the Korean Aristocrat, and the roots of the Secret Royal Family, the most important figure of the Elite High Society.

"Did Baekhyun leave?" I asked her. She nodded, bowed her head, and walked straight to the door to finally leave me alone.

He had to return the Rolls-Royce to him anyway.

"The bouquet does not reflect Sweet Sixteenth, Charity, Mother complained as she went over the selection of bouquet setups, and here I was following her around since I should also be concerned with the preparations for it, but the majority of the plans were made by Mother, and even so, the slightest bit of opinion does not qualify for it.

I was about to open my mouth, gathering up my courage to say that I would also like tulips and that they would also be a good addition to the bouquet. "If you were thinking about tulips, dear, it won’t go absolutely well with the rest of the flowers that I think suit the best." I just seriously gave up.

"You can do it next year," Mother added.

But she said the same thing last year, and Mother went all out with the Lily of the Valley, which had me wondering if I was already getting married at that time as it was a White Party, she said.

"Cali, dearest, I’ll have the driver pick you up and pick up the custom-made Vivienne Westwood dress that I had requested for you. I bet you will love the black, and don’t worry, there are lace embellishments and different trendy stuff that I had mixed there for you." She spoke happily.

Well, that would have gone better if she had consulted me before naming her price. As I was waiting in the foyer for the driver, I dialed Angel and decided to ask for company. "Yeah, sure, I was just sitting at home." I smiled as I heard the honking of the limo as I held my Dior saddle bag, checked the time, stood up straight, and exited the building.

I entered the limousine, "Upper West Side, please," and opened my phone.

BE THERE BY TEN. HURRY UP. JUST KIDDING. TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED.

"Your Mother outdid herself again, I could say." Angel chuckled as she admired the party venue. This time, my mother chose a high-rise and rented the entire penthouse for my birthday. Men were wearing their tuxedos, and women were wearing their a-line dresses that vary in length. As I was a girl of morals, they said, it ended until my knee, but Angel and I had different plans earlier, especially when we picked this black dress.

A blank expression was maintained on our faces when the custom-made dress was presented to us. "This is your birthday dress, or am I stand- corrected?" Angel quizzed. The hem reached below the knee, and the sleeves ended at my wrist. "This was the dress my mom was praising earlier?" I sighed.

"That is it; I am going home." I had lost all hopes for everything for my birthday.

"Oh my, Calista. It does not look that bad at all. Tell you what, I have a plan tonight." Angel convinced me to do as I was told, and here we are rotting away in this dreadful party filled with people from the Yangban house and the Upper Elites, exclusively, and Angel was my request plus one in the guest list, and Mother was still a bit skeptical about it since I was inviting a lower elite, and she will only be the only Upper Elite in that party.

I saw Baekhyun drinking his scotch whiskey again. "Good. There you are; I was stalling time." Baekhyun spoke.

"Huh?" I quizzed.

Then he dragged me out of the party venue and into the elevator that was obviously going down. "My little sister won’t be spending her birthday like that, Baekhyun said, and as we were nearing the ground level, the door opened, and outside the building there was a limousine waiting. That took a lot to process; I breathed it in and exhaled it out again.

"Mind telling me where we are going?" I asked Baekhyun. The limousine was not yet moving, meaning we were waiting for someone.

"We are going to show you how we really celebrate our birthdays, Lower Elite style." Angel spoke as she and Baekhyun high-fived across me. My jaw slacked as I saw their proud faces and decided that we should just go ahead with whatever they were planning, and I hope it does not involve something troublesome.

The neon lighting and the loud sound blaring into the party venue were enough information to take me to where I was taken by Angel and by Baekhyun, where I saw that they had taken me into a club. "You idiots brought me into a club?" I was so ready to scold them, and they assured me that everything was fine.

"Come on, I’m here anyways, so drink like you know how." Baekhyun assured me that everything is under control.

"Do they serve wine here?" Baekhyun laughed at that thought. "Hope not," He said as he entered the club and disappeared into the crowd of people.

I glared at Angel, and she smiled. "Don’t worry, your brother assured me that he limited the drinks you can take, and all of the people from school are here; many are from lower elites, but for sure they won’t talk around, especially since your brother is there, Angel said as she grasped my elbow as assurance.

Then I saw Angel bring out a skimpy-looking black dress and say, "I demand you wear this, birthday girl." She winked at me, and I widened my eyes at the look of the dress. This was the backup plan that she was telling me earlier.

Roaming around my birthday party was difficult; it turns out Baekhyun invited the whole school into this club for my birthday. Baekhyun feared that I was a bit old for not being open to alcohol, and so here I was sitting on a bar stool as I watched Angel turn into the polar opposite of how I used to think of her before. "Bitch, you drink?" I saw her on a totally different level, and she smiled and dipped her thumb and index finger into the bowl of salt and grabbed a pinch and consumed the shot glass of tequila and grabbed a lime wedge from the bowl and sucked onto the acidic fruit.

"Yeah, and this bad boy is called Tequila." Angel proudly spoke as she downed another shot glass.

"You only knew me two years ago, Calista. After dating Chanyeol, I learned how to drink," she narrated.

Yeah. They both dated, but that was ancient history.

"Here, drink one glass, and let's say that you have passed the test." Angel encouraged me, and I kept refusing, but still she was continuously offering me the glass, and I just gave up, and I looked at her as she eyed me, anticipating as I tasted the liquor down my mouth and burned my throat.

"The fuck! It’s bitter; you guys actually like these?" I asked her, and she nodded.

"You grow to like it, Cali," she said as she sipped her mocktail and offered me hers. "How about this one? Try it!" She offered me her glass, and this time I wanted to try it again, and it was sort of tolerable and much better now. Angel clapped for me happily and ordered from the waiter: "My friend here says that she’s also ordering the same thing that I am having." Angel spoke.

As the barista prepared the drinks, I glanced at the situation and saw that everyone was partying their guts out, and there I saw Baekhyun with his best friend, of course, dressed in his tuxedo as well and drinking his whiskey, and they were all going berserk, and I laughed at how silly they were behaving.

"Here you go, ladies." The barista offered us the drinks, and I politely thanked the barista, and I heaved a breath before taking a shot. "Don’t take it that way!" Angel scolded me and passed the lemon and salt. "You drink it like this, Angel said as she grabbed her lemon and demonstrated what she claimed to be the right way, which led me to do the same thing.

Which had me take a lot more, and I could still remember blowing my birthday cake and everyone singing happy birthday, and then all went black.

Happy Birthday to me, I guess.

"Good morning, Young Miss." Anne wished me a good morning with a smile.

There seems to be no headache at all, and that got me suspicious. I was heavily drunk last night, and the least I could expect was an excruciating headache next thing in the morning, which I didn’t seem to have. "It was very unlikely of you, Young Miss, to wake up this late, Anne said as she arranged all the mess on the floor. The contents of my clutch that matched my outfit last night were scattered around the bedroom floor.

"Your Mother was expecting you earlier to join her for breakfast, but you did not seem to respond earlier this morning, Anne added.

It hits differently when something so insane like being drunk hits you, but one thing’s for sure: I love the feeling, and now I feel something for Angel.

"I’m really sorry, Anne. I sort of had a bad sleep last night, and all the slumber is still kicking in." I spoke to Anne with a smile as she left for my privacy, and then I heard Baekhyun calling me from the hallways of the house with a panicked tone.

Then I dazed at him as he stood by my door, and he rushed inside the room, closed the door with a slam, and locked the door. "Where were you last night?" He asked me.

"What do you mean where was I last night? I was with Angel and you the whole night in the club?" I tried to knock some sense into him, and he scoffed. "No, I was not; I was with my classmates, and I was looking all night for you after the party, but Angel told me you just vanished." He spoke.

If Baekhyun did not take me home last night, who else did?

"And why in the world do you smell like man’s perfume?" Baekhyun quizzed, and I was taken aback and took a whiff of my hair as I tried to recollect from my mind’s memories of last night who I possibly was with last night.

"Please..." I mumbled and prayed, hoping that it was not someone that I did not know and someone that could have possibly molested me. As I closed my eyes, I recalled the memories; however, they were blurry, but some familiar voice spoke to me.

"I’ll take you home." It was a man’s voice, and it was oh so familiar, but the face was something that I couldn’t distinguish.

"Your Royal Highness, we have to be discreet as much as possible; this lady has an aristocratic background, and we must not raise suspicions." A man possibly in his fifties spoke with the man from before.

"Were you sure enough?" Angel asked me as we walked down the school hallways. As we conversed about that night’s events, she could hardly believe that the man that I was referring to could possibly be someone from the secret royal family. The Secret Royal Family of Yi was the one that established all the luxury lives that we are benefiting from, and all of the aristocratic houses are very thankful to the family for giving honor to our heritage as royalty. "I am sure that the man addressed him as ‘Your Royal Highness," I exclaimed.

"The only people in our world who address them with an HRH title are members of the secret royal family, even if we don’t see them at all. It’s like God to us," I added.

Then, as we walked through the hallways, I saw Baekhyun and Chanyeol, and they had their books in hand. I looked over at Angel, and she was admiring him. From the very start of their breakup, I knew Angel still had the deepest feelings for him, and through her actions, there was no question. The way her eyes still glimmer with hope when she sees him along the hallways and everywhere just pains me enough to just sacrifice what I have left because I don’t want to be suspicious anymore, but what Baekhyun said that night as we went home from the charity event was also convincing.

"Calista, you know about these situations. You should learn how to gamble your feelings away even if it means not ending up with your feelings being returned," He said as he held on to the wheel.

That night was extremely windy, and the way our hair flew and the fabrics of our clothing reacted to the gush of wind as Baekhyun drove hastily—even though I told him to slow down, he just never listens anyway.

"How about Angel? I can’t hurt her." I cried to Baekhyun, and he sighed, "Calista, if Angel is your true best friend, she will understand you no matter how much it hurts, just like you have always understood and sacrificed your feelings for Chanyeol. I bet she will do the same." He explained.

I scoffed. The rules of the girl code are strict but simple: the ex of your best friend is off limits. "Either way, Chanyeol will clear it up for the both of you; just trust me and him," He added. Chanyeol, as I have learned and experienced through my years of childhood with him and my brother, was the gentlest man ever known to mankind until he reached the point where popularity took the best of him. We rarely had interactions, which made me miss his attention when I was young, and I rarely see him because I started attending the academy when I entered middle school. The yearning to see him again made me realize how much I had fallen for him.

Then we bumped our shoulders, which earned a painful groan from both of us and elicited a quick ‘ouch, and we looked at each other. "Sorry, I mumbled, and he assured me it was fine, and I looked over to Baekhyun, then Angel.

She looked down to her feet, and from that moment on, I felt bad for Angel. She is my best friend, and I don’t want to hurt her feelings. From the start, I knew how much feelings she harbored for Chanyeol even more than I do. What they had is something that I can’t penetrate my way through, but still, even if their relationship is no longer valid and I don’t like the way my best friend is clinging to her last bit of hope that they will come back together as a couple, it is something that I can just do for her and not hurt her anymore.

Then, after that, we simply walked away and looked at Angel. "Hey, are you still affected?" I asked Angel, and she nodded. "I just can’t believe that he just called it quits with no valid reason," Angel explained. I just tried to be there for her, console her on the spot, and assure her that everything would be fine, even if it cost me my feelings for him.

I should not be talking about him at all.

"No, I am not going to any stupid party, you dipshit." I told Baekhyun, and he continued to plead that he go with me to that year-end party for seniors, and I kept refusing. "And I am not a senior, so that means I am not invited!" and here I am still reasoning out with my brother why he should not bring me to a party filled with throwing questions here and there about which university they will be attending next year, and how can you just say that you are Baekhyun’s younger sister and you’re just a High School sophomore?

Baekhyun scoffed. "But you want to drink, am I right?" He offered. "Done and done!" Baekhyun agreed. After the incident one night, he refused to let me consume alcohol anymore, and here he was saying that the alcohol ban on me was lifted. But here he was, walking towards me and sitting on my bed.

"If you fear seeing Chanyeol, I think it’s the perfect time that you become honest with your feelings about him, even if there is nothing there; he deserves to know whether or not he accepts your feelings; it is something that you have let out of your system, and in that way, you have no regrets." Baekhyun spoke.

"Because what I want you to do is choose yourself; let your heart win this time."

"Now go and do your thing where you dress up for ten minutes even when it is not." Baekhyun joked and made me chuckle. One thing about Baek is that he has this force that makes me want to always be with him, the relationship between the both of us, and how it will always be the two of us.

He asked me to dress up and do my makeup. Now, what kind of girl could ever disagree with that? And even if I did not, I could not miss the opportunity to play dress-up.

The year-end party was taking place at Chanyeol’s place, and of course his having the most solid reputation known had urged him to do this, and the fact that we are here in the Upper West Side is like a crime for us aristocrats, but since we feel like we have some sort of entitlement over everything, it does not matter at all, and here my brother is ditching me again for the people he knows as if he does not go to school almost every day.

Then I looked around the place as I wonder that the place has not changed ever since, and I grabbed a mocktail that was being served, and I saw the huge flight of stairs and decided to do a bit of exploring around the house as if I have memorized every nook and cranny of this house, which actually I do, and as I have finally landed on the second floor, looking for someone that I have been looking for all night. However, my search was cut short when I heard someone talking along the dimly lit corridors of the house. "What do you mean you have fallen in love with someone else?" Some girl spoke.

"I liked her ever since the start; I needed to date you at that time," The guy answered.

"That is extremely unreasonable to call it quits with me two years ago with no valid reason, and my mistake was letting you get away with that, and now you claim that you have fallen for someone before you even met me. How far can you go with all your stupid excuses?" She yelled at Chanyeol, and I know who the girl was, and it was Angel.

"Because she’s aristocratic and I needed to let go of all my feelings for her, is that enough proof for you, Angel? Is that already valid for you?" He replied with pent-up frustration, and I saw Angel go teary-eyed. "That night when I said I love you and when you did not reply, did you even mean it when you said that you’ll grow affections for me so that you can return it?" Angel was getting desperate at this point, and she clutched Chanyeol’s chest, and he sighed, "I did mean it. Then she cut him off and kissed him.

"Please, mean it when you say that. I love you so much, still." And continued doing it right in front of me.

I clutched my chest, where my heart is located, as I watched them do it right in front of me as the session got heated. I decided to go back down where everyone was and wanted to escape right at that moment. I should be happy for Angel for finally earning his love back, but when she is already at the point where she is happy, it just comes down to me being the complete opposite, and I decided to escape here and just cry my heart out.

Chanyeol pushes her away. "I like Calista, Angel. I’m sorry." He apologized, and Angel looked at him with tears that were threatening to fall.

"You could like any girl, but why does it have to be my best friend?" Angel sobbed and covered her face with her palms.

"That is why you wanted to talk to me?" Angel asked.

"My intentions were pure, Angel. I told you that I liked someone else, and here you are feeding your delusions when I already told you the reason why I called it quits two years ago," Chanyeol reasoned.

Chanyeol recalled that time when Baekhyun told him that if he loved his sister that much, he should do what a man should and settle his issue with Angel, which he did because he respected them both, and before he proceeds with anything with Cali, he should do what he feels is right—to be brave enough to recognize his feelings and settle it with Angel, but the night turned out to be different than what should have been.

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[ragsweas]

Hear Ye

Chapter 2: Old Faces

Anger is a funny thing. Early on Sagar had found it to be rather destructive. As he grew older, he learnt how to let the rage brew under his skin and be let out in small bursts. People commended him for his ability to control it. In fact, the worst fit of anger anyone had ever seen with Sagar was three years ago when a criminal got a lowered sentence than what he deserved.

The same criminal sat in front of him.

Even the scoff that left his mouth was inadequate. The anger that rushed through his veins was capable to burning down buildings. He could throw the little rodent in a cell and be done with it. He could throw him in the ocean, though it would do nothing to those half fish creatures. He could-

“Is there going to be any talk or are we just, admiring each other’s faces?”

His anger did not control him, Sagar reminded himself. Even if the thief’s voice was like a grater to his nerves, Sagar could behave rationally. He could figure out how to deal with the problem. 

Alfar, a graven nearing the third decade of life with over fifty thefts to his name but never proven due to the item mysteriously returning back to the owner. That remained ignoring the number of pickpocketing, bribes and knowledge that he kept stored away. Even if he was seen at the scene of the crime, it was impossible to catch him. 

It took Sagar four years and hundreds of failed plans to finally capture the thief, only for him to receive a meagre banishment instead of a lifetime sentence or even a ban.

“I know I am a beauty, but are you really going to keep staring at me?”

He was a beauty. He was charming. The thief had talked sweetly to the King on the day of his trial, a story of dead brothers and poor mother with young siblings limiting his punishment. 

Alfar was also skilled. Sagar had no doubt that he could untie the knots on his hand, no matter how tightly Sagar had bound him. In the game that he bad started, Sagar knew he was always a step back. 

“How did you set foot in the kingdom?” Sagar asked calmly.

The thief grinned, “An invitation came for us.”

“Us?”

“My troupe and I. You must have seen us perform.”

Sagar had. He had also seen Alfar’s back and found himself admiring him before the dance started. When the song began Sagar had been spellbound, like the rest of the people. The tale of two lovers sneaking around to meet after having only exchanged letters was a long loved tale. To see it in performance, that too so well done was a treat. 

That was until his eyes landed on the male dancer and his entire body froze up. 

Sagar licked his lips, looking away, “When did you learn how to dance?”

“Perhpas when I was five, or was it six? I do not remember.”

“And why come here today? What is the purpose of parading in the halls that banished you?”

The thief chuckled, craning his neck, “It’s wonderful, isn’t it? I can do whatever I can. All the punishments are over, soldier. Oh, I meant Chief. What are you the Chief of anyways?”

Sagar ignored him, instead circling him like a predator. Unlike other Bayiks of the Royal Line, who could see into the future, Sagar’s Sight was stuck in the past. He remembered the things that were long gone, that other Bayiks would forget at every turn of the decade. Perhaps that was why he could not let go of the thief. That was why dragging him into the tiny office he shared with Nihar was not enough. Why he knew he was losing the battle even before it began.

And it only angered him more.

“Now, is this how you treat your guests?”

Snarling, Sagar leaned forward, holding the chair handles in a tight grip. When Alfar chuckled, he grabbed his curly hair and pulled back his neck.

It was like a drop of water in a raging inferno.

“Listen here, you piece of filth. You are no guest. You were banished by the King and should not have dared to step foot inside this kingdom.”

The thief was barely an inch away from him, ad he still smirked, “The banishment was for three summers, or did you forget?”

Sagar wanted to. Three summers banishment was ideal for theft, but Sagar felt he should have gotten more.

He left the thief’s hair, ignoring his stupid grin and crossed his arms. Sagar took in a depe breath, then another, before looking at him.  

“So you decided to dance your way in?”

“I told you, an invitation came for my troupe and I.”

“For you?”

“Well not specifically us,” the thief chuckleed, his curls bouncing up and down and laugh lines appearing at the edge of his eyes, “For the entire town. The four of us won the little competition and boarded the ship here.”

Sagar nodded. It was the most explanation he was going to get out of the graven, “And you are here to what? Steal again?”

The thief sighed, as if Sagar was a child asking foolish questions, “Would ya believe me if I said I have left that world behind?”

Sagar would not. So he said nothing.

“Look, you may not trust me,” he says as he pulled his hands on his lap, letting the rope fall to the floor, “And I know I have skills. But to be honest, soldier- Chief- I want to stay in Vyagar and so does my troupe. That’s all that there is to this story.”

Sagar did not believe him. He told him as much, causing the thief to chuckle. Sagar did not have the power to contain him, but he could always look out. And that was what he intended to do.

Still, telling the graven to ‘stay’ as he rushed to get an audience with teh King was thrilling.  

“Jeez, not a dog.”

Sagar smiled to himself. Small victories were all he could take. 

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[professorlegaspi]

Buckle up kiddos because you’re about to get an in depth character analysis of our favorite unnamed character ever: Josh Rumble’s sister!

Major disclaimer before I start: info on this girl is few and far between. I did not reread the whole series and I could have missed something. If you find something unmentioned in this essay TELL ME. Do not be shy. No, I will not be mad. Yes, I will want to hear. I am rabid about this woman.

The biggest source of information we DO have about Josh’s Sister (from here on referred to as JS) is her conversation with Celia in the Gathering Storm. The bulk of this essay will focus on that scene, but I want to mention the other small tidbits that exist.

We basically have 3 facts found outside of The Summer Tournament.

1) JS is older than Josh Rumbles

2) JS taught Josh how to dance

3) JS gave Josh an e-reader for Christmas in The Final Word.

This tells us a couple more things.

1) Her family celebrates Christian holidays

2) JS is good at gift giving

3) JS has disposable income

Okay cool. So JS is in contact with her family who are either Christian or culturally Christian, she knows how to dance, and she loves her brother. Baseline stuff.

Now the spicy bit - the Summer Tournament.

For those who may have forgotten, Josh���s team won the Renasci Soccovolle tournament so now they’re going to nationals. The one that year is in Florida, and all of Josh’s friends have come out to watch him play.

Yes, you are remembering correctly. This is the stage of The Kiss. Josh kisses Celia, she slaps him, it gets caught on camera, it’s on the front cover of every newspaper. Josh is pissed, Celia is pissed, and JS is pissed.

Celia and co. are staying at a hotel for the tournament. They have nearby rooms, and Josh is staying with his teammates, presumably in the same hotel. It is unclear what JS’s rooming situation is.

Josh apologizes to Celia in the hotel lobby, and it ends with him storming away. JS confronts Celia directly afterwards, so we can infer the JS has seen the conversation.

The first thing we learn about JS is her appearance.

She is tall, and gorgeous. She has blue eyes, mahogany hair, and her two most notable descriptors are “cool” and “sophisticated.” If there is any archetype she fits it is “The Bitch.”

Fittingly, she starts off the conversation bitchy.

She “stud[ies] her fingernails” for much of the following conversation. She is an absolute drama queen.

JS goes on to explain why she’s there. “I was here to watch my brother play. Our parents couldn’t make it.”

I would like to take a minute to remind everyone that Josh, for much of the summer, had been complaining because the one year he made it the Summer Tournament it was in Florida, the state where he lived.

The summer tournament is in Florida - where Josh lives - and his parents couldn’t make it. I think we all can agree that that’s a little weird.

They’re either poor and can’t veherate, thus making travel difficult, Josh’s tournament isn’t considered a priority for them (:/).

This next part is interesting:

“I guess he talks about you a lot.” On the surface, this tells us that JS and Josh communicate frequently.

However, that clause “I guess” is strange. There’s no real reason to add it. Her message still comes across - indeed, is more impactful - without it. So the fact that it’s there speaks to habit. She’s used to either tempering herself and her opinions, or she’s used to hiding her relationship with her brother.

And then, and THEN!

“You didn’t have to make it so public.”

That is a loaded sentence. The implications there are scalding. This changes everything.

This sentence is pivotal because it tells us why she’s upset - why she’s picking a fight.

JS does not care that Josh has a crush on Celia. That is for him to work out. She does not care that Celia turned him down. That is for them to work out. She does not even care that Celia slapped him. Look at the sentence above. “Are you often in the habit of humiliating your friends?” she asks. Not ‘hitting’ not ‘injuring’ not ‘slapping.’ Humiliating.

JS does not care that Celia hit her brother. She cares that it happened publicly.

JS cares about Josh’s reputation.

With that revelation, I want to return to her descriptions. “Polish and sophistication” is what Celia notes about her contenance. Knowing that JS cares deeply about how her brother is seen, and therefore cares deeply about how she is seen, the air of “polish” cannot be anything but deliberate.

JS either wants to, or feels like she has to, be exceedingly presentable even on a Sunday morning travel-day.

This could be a result of being overlooked as a woman, but I think especially because her reaction to Josh’s “humiliation” was so strong, it is probably a quirk of her upbringing.

Contrast that with Josh. He’s constantly choking on his own masculinity. He’s a jock, he doesn’t know how to communicate his feelings, he is uncomfortable even when other people communicate their feelings, he has a fairly gruff exterior and feels threatened by other men.

Something about JS and Josh’s upbringing has caused them to feel that they have to perform gender roles very hard, and has also made JS see violence coming from a loved one as less important than reputation.

WHAT is their home life???

Genuinely. Something is Going On.

Whatever it was, it caused Josh to almost never mention it. He never calls his sister by name, and it is only though passing comments that we know they have a relationship. And we know nothing, truly zilch, about his parents.

So, to conclude.

JS comes from a … rocky home life. She cares about her brother. She is protective of her brother. She buys him expensive Christmas presents. He tells her about his friends and Celia. She listens.

She cares about being taken seriously, and beyond being very beautiful seems to have secured a well-paying job. She is very curt when she speaks, and likes to let people come to their own conclusions. She doesn’t offer her name and Josh never mentions it.

After the Gathering Storm she is never seen again.

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[awkwardgtace]

Meeting In A Different Time

Day 2 Different Era! Decided to put the mer crew into an older time period! Enjoy!!

Meeting In A Different Time

“After so long I’m finally having my debut Cap,” Melody sighed. 

She’d lost her whole family to a witchcraft accusation. Some of them burned, but her brother was thrown into the sea to be drowned. She was only saved because the duke saw use for her. She sighed, singing the songs to herself she wasn’t allowed to sing anymore. The lullabies and stories her mother sang to her as a child. They were considered spells because her mother’s voice was mesmerizing. She felt tears slip down her face.

As she reached the end of her sorrowful songs, arms surrounded her. She started struggling, the person was larger and clearly a man from how they felt against her back. She flailed her arms and tried to kick the person behind her. She wasn’t supposed to be out alone for this reason. The adopted daughter of a duke could fetch a high price. Even higher if they knew he’d just wanted her as a trinket.

“Unhand me! Do you know who I am?” she shouted. The laughter of the man holding her sounded familiar, but too deep at the same time. She was panicking, she hadn’t been allowed to carry anything for defense. It was unbecoming of a young noblewoman.

“You’re my sister, Mel,” the man said. She froze, unable to breathe hearing those words. No one called her that anymore, she was lady Melody. She couldn’t bring herself to fight either. “I missed you Mel…”

“I should have you know, playing tricks like this is cruel. Unhand me now before I tell my father of what you’ve been doing.” She had to stay stoic. She’d had to learn to ignore the comments for years, this was nothing new. She held her tongue when people discussed her family and the accusations. Especially when discussing the poor soul drowned in the water for being cursed by his own parents. “Just because you seem to understand I lost my brother does not forgive this.”

The man holding her forced her to turn around. He was just a bit taller than her, but he still looked far too similar. The same shade of brown for his hair and eyes as her own. He smiled widely, showing off a dimple that mirrored her own. She started to struggle weakly again as the face of this stranger continued to feel familiar. He was too masculine to be her brother, but she desperately wanted to believe it was really him. She’d sat for hours at the beach the day they drowned him, pleading for him to appear again.

“Mel, it’s really me. I know I’ve been gone a long time. I wanted to come back, but you were never alone when you were near the beach,” he explained. She shook her head… there was one way to know for sure it was him. A name that only she knew because he’d been unable to share it before the accusations began.

“What’s your name?” she whispered. The familiar looking face smiled at her again.

“I’m Caprice… I’m guessing you kept that quiet all these years. Can you believe me now?”

Something in her seemed to snap. She ignored all the things she’d been taught and kneed the man in the stomach. He let her go and she backed away, closer to the cliff they were on. The man doubled over in pain. Melody glared at him, freezing as a shadow started to cover the two of them. She didn’t dare look behind her, it had to just be a cloud and nothing more.

“Mel,” the man coughed. “There’s a lot that mom and dad didn’t tell us. Kyrie is part of that. He found me after I was dropped in the water… after I changed.”

She took a few more steps back. She couldn’t see anyone else, she couldn’t find this Kyrie he mentioned. Her foot hit the air and her stomach dropped when she started to fall. Something warm and soft caught her. She looked up only to see giant blue eyes staring down on her. She couldn’t move as the impossibly large hand lifted her up to the face above her. The shadow wasn’t a cloud, it was something their parents warned them about. They’d been told that beings from the waters might find them and to be wary. Laying in the hand of one wasn’t the caution she needed.

“Hi,” the giant thing whispered. She couldn’t understand. His voice was almost welcoming in that one word.

“Kyrie, can you put her down? I’m pretty sure she’ll be terrified right now,” the man… Caprice said. She couldn’t believe it was really him, but it had to be. 

The one holding her slowly moved his hand away from his face. He tilted his hand and slipped her off his palm. She saw the claws at the edge of his fingers and shivered. Caprice came to kneel in front of her. He shouldn’t be taller, he was her twin. He was supposed to be her identical twin, looking up at him felt wrong. She couldn’t believe he was here. That he was alive.

“You’re dead… I waited for hours. The duke had to drag me home. He didn’t let me leave for weeks out of fear I’d follow you into the water,” she cried. Caprice pulled her into a hug. She cried into his chest, unable to believe this happened today of all days. “Happy birthday…”

“Happy birthday Mel, guess they decided your debut wasn’t going to be on our actual birthday?” She buried her face deeper into his chest. She didn’t even want to face him.

“The duke decided it would be best to have a different day associated with me. We weren’t good omens so he decided to claim I was born tomorrow. I would debut then and high society would assume that’s the truth.” She finally pulled away looking up at the creature who caught her. She wasn’t even the height of a finger. He leaned closer, she had no idea how to defend herself from him. She squeezed Caprice’s hand.

“Kyrie’s a big softy, you don’t have to be scared Mel.” Caprice stood helping Melody to her feet as well. “He saved me. After they dropped me in the water I… well I changed and Kyrie took me back to where he lived with Pelago and Byssal. Apparently merfolk have magic, they helped me become me. That's why I’m taller than you now.”

Melody laughed. Hearing that someone helped Caprice become who he truly was made them amazing to her. Even if they were the same creatures they were warned against. She tried to face the eyes of the creature. He was staring at her as if she was all that existed. She stepped forward, performing a curtsy as is proper for someone of her standing.

“Thank you for saving Caprice and aiding him,” she said. Kyrie made a chirp sound that caused her to jump. She was terrified he’d try to touch her again. He made another chirp and Caprice tapped her to look up. She did and saw Kyrie with a wide smile and his eyes closed. His fangs were on display, but she almost found him adorable like that.

“Mel there’s a lot more. There’s a reason I couldn’t come back until now.” 

Caprice backed away from her. She made a face, but watched as he neared the opposite side of Kyrie. The giant looked down at him with a sad look. Both nodded at each other before Kyrie's hand started to move. He slowly lifted a hand up over the two before dumping water all over Caprice. She shouted as the water splashed her as well. She stared in fear as her brother changed. 

He grew fins over his ears and his size slowly increased. She backed up herself as his fingers grew longer and claws grew over his nails. His eyes became solid brown rather than the normal match to her own. Even his hair seemed to get longer than it currently was. She felt her heart start to race as his legs seemed to fuse. A pattern of solid white scales coated his legs as fins replaced his feet. He was the same as Kyrie now. Once it stopped he was sitting on the damp ground, the human man now had the same features as  the one that towered over them.

“I see,” she breathed. Caprice looked ready to say something, but she understood. Her mind was filled with accusations that she knew were false. Things the duke had insisted at times too, that Caprice had been the reason. His actions, the push outside of what was expected for the two of them, he brought about the tragedy. He didn’t though, he just happened to have his own part of their cursed blood.

She turned to leave. This was enough, he wasn’t her brother anymore. She was Lady Melody, the duke’s adopted daughter. She had more things to worry about than how to feel about this. She heard him call her name but kept walking. Her gown was splashed, she’d have to deal with the consequences of visiting here today. The duke would likely send her to bed without dinner. It wasn’t unusual at least.

“Melody?” Kyrie asked. Somehow his voice bothered her more. He looked innocent, but he’d stolen her family. He may have saved Caprice, but he took him from her. She felt tears in her eyes and tried not to act on it. She turned and glared at both of them.

“I would appreciate you addressing me with the proper title. I am a noble woman, a part of the Duke’s family. You two are less than commoners. This should not have happened, I will pretend I dreamed this… don’t come back here,” she said. She had honed this persona for years. Even Caprice flinched from her words. There was a venom she hadn’t expected, but she was angry. She’d been tortured and Caprice got to live a happy life forgetting all about her and their family. She was jealous.

“Mel… just call my name if you want to see me again. I won’t disappear again,” he shouted. Caprice would disappear because she’d make him. This was an unbelievable dream the gods gave her. She got to pretend her brother survived the calamity that befell their family. It was more than she expected.

She returned home and what she expected did happen. She was punished for the water on her gown. She’d been told to stay away from the place they’d killed her brother, she visited often despite that. It was worse than she expected though, restricted to her room until her debut the next evening. The maids came in to help her dress, discussing how foolish she was. She had been spitting in the face of the one who saved her insisting on visiting the site so often.

“Are you prepared?” the duke asked as he walked in. His ostentatious sense of dress was a stark contrast to the plain red garment he supplied for her. She curtsied before him.

“Of course my lord, I will perform as expected and approach the young men you’ve instructed prior to this,” she answered. The smile she was given made her sick. She hated the life he saved, but she would keep living. Although she could run away from this now, beg Caprice to help her. He would…

“Come then, the others have arrived. You will greet them all and sing once they’ve quieted.”

“Yes sir.” The duke turned on her and grabbed her face. He narrowed his eyes as he looked into her own.

“Do not forget that I own you. You do as I say or those accusations I saved you from come back without a second thought. The witch who mesmerized me to save her as her family died.”

“I understand. I shall do as you’ve instructed, good lord.” She waited until the duke let her go.

Once he released her she followed quickly. The maids continued to whisper about how she’ll prove she wasn’t worth it tonight. That would hopefully be true. She wanted to not be worth it. When they threw her to drown maybe she could be saved too. She made her entrance to the room following the duke. She smiled and curtsied pretending to love this place. She made sure to greet the men the duke noted for her to try and woo tonight. Her debut wasn’t for herself, it was for him.

“I hope you all will welcome my daughter to high society this evening. Melody, grace us with a song my dear,” he announced. She shot him a smile and gave a short practiced laugh.

“Of course, father. I’m happy to sing for you and our guests,” she said. She approached the musicians and told them the song her father prepared, one of solemn longing. They’d been paid well. She turned and flared the skirt of her gown. The music began and she opened her mouth to sing.

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Kyrie was still resting below the cliff where he’d met Melody. Caprice was resting on his chest, more torn up than he’d admit. He knew the goal was that she’d ask to go with them. She instead rejected them both. He knew Caprice hurt more than he could imagine, but there was more to it on his side too.

“Caprice… why does she speak differently than you?” he asked. He couldn’t just ask what he wanted. Caprice rolled over to stare up at his face, he was human again right now. Something only he could do.

“The language for merfolk is more like how I speak, Mel speaks proper english. I changed once I learned the mer language,” he explained. Kyrie nodded. He brought his hand up to the man on his chest and started to fidget with his limbs. They started this at some point a long time ago, it helped calm them both down.

“She’s in danger, her voice is what Pel warned you about,” Kyrie murmured. Caprice pulled his arm free and glared up at him.

“Don’t lie to make me feel better, I didn’t feel anything when she was singing.”

“I did…for her. Pel and Byss said you were probably an oceanid too and wouldn’t feel it. They said that’s why you should have brought Byss…”

“Well I brought you! Why didn’t you say anything?! She’s singing tonight they’ll kill her!”

Caprice climbed to his feet and started walking up Kyrie’s chest. Kyrie stopped him, snaking his fingers around the small human form of his family. He sat up and placed Caprice on the cliff. He rested his chin on the ground and stared down at him. The human came up and punched his face as hard as he could. He then rested his forehead against Kyrie’s cheek.

“Better?” he whispered.

“No…” Caprice croaked. “Kyrie, they're gonna kill her.  Her voice is gonna make them go crazy and they’ll-”

Caprice was cut off as shouts were heard nearby. Kyrie moved quickly to duck under the cliff. Caprice would jump down if it wasn’t safe for him, Kyrie knew that. The sounds were awful and reminded him of the reasons Pelago and Byssal encouraged them to hide. The voices were getting louder and Kyrie couldn’t get Caprice’s words out of his head. The other humans could be hurting Melody.

“Kill her!” the shout stabbed through his heart. He could hear Caprice whispering to himself, but couldn’t make out the words. 

“Stop!” another voice screamed, it wasn’t Melody though. “I’ll deal with her, she doesn’t have an escape from here.”

Kyrie reached up and pulled Caprice down. He was thrashing in his grip, but that human was something different. He could hear it in their voice, Caprice would be in too much danger up there. He heard panting approaching the cliff, he wanted to hear one of their names called. The panting human came closer.

“What do I do?” Melody asked. He could feel Caprice freeze in his hand. “I.. I can’t ask them… not after that. I don’t… I need to-”

“Melody!” the cold voice shouted. She screamed in response and Kyrie could imagine her stepping back. He had to hold back a growl as he pictured the fear on her face.

“M-my lord, I-I don’t know what happened. Please I-”

“After everything I did to make use of you. Orchestrating the hunt against your family and removing that monster of a sibling that was bringing you down the wrong path. You went and tried to use the same damned magic your mother held against me.”

“W-what… you…” Kyrie flinched when the small sob escaped Caprice. “You did it. You took everyone from me? You killed my brother?!”

“Right you’ve insisted you had a brother this whole time. If she would have played her role properly I wouldn’t have had her killed. Your mother wouldn’t give you to me so I had to get creative and now you have the power and attempted to betray me. You were supposed to charm the others and raise my rank. Not ruin me by revealing your own witchcraft.”

“You monster! I didn’t do anything. I don’t know what happened, I was just doing as instructed. I’m glad I ruined you though. I hope you burn in hell after all of this.”

“My dear daughter, you’ll be waiting there for me.” Melody screamed and Kyrie almost moved. He had to wait a little longer, he wouldn’t let her die. He wanted to make sure she got what she needed.

“Caprice! Kyrie!” she called.

“Calling out for the dead now of all times. One of those must be this brother you go one about. Stand still, unless you’d rather drown too.”

“Please, I'm sorry!” 

Kyrie had been moving before her second shout. He came up over the cliff slowly. He brought the hand with Caprice close to her and let him go. The two held each other. Kyrie bared his fangs and growled low and loudly. Melody squeaked and he wanted to turn down and comfort her. The one who’d been threatening her was staring at Caprice.

“How are you alive?” the other human breathed. “How are you like that?”

“Funny the things our cursed blood can do, plenty of ways to fuck you over,” Caprice seethed. Kyrie leaned a bit lower, his shadow casting the twins in darkness. The other human finally looked up at him with a strange face.

“Now I understand, it was all true. You can control those things.” The human laughed. Kyrie let out another growl. He placed his hands on the cliff letting his claws land near the other human. He dug fingers into the dirt. The way the human shook told him he was just as dangerous to him as he wanted to appear.

“No, if he controlled me you’d be safe,” Kyrie growled. He dug his nails deeper into the ground. The human’s fear came to the forefront as it happened this time. He glared down, the human was small enough it would be easy to take care of them. He lifted one hand slightly off the ground and brought it towards them.

“Hah, you can’t kill me. The others will go hunting for her body and mine if I don’t come back. They’ll kill you and I’ll still win in the end.” Kyrie curled his fingers around the small human. The bravado fell as his fingers trapped the cruel man. He pulled himself out of the water more and leaned forward so his face was close to the human. He wondered if Caprice and Melody were worried as he hovered over them.

“It’s not hard to make sure they can’t find you later…” The human seemed to be searching for some response.

“Hey Kyrie,” Caprice calling out was unexpected, but he hummed in response. “When’s the last time you ate?”

“Long enough…” His eyes cast a slight glow as the human realized the danger he was truly in. The human stabbed his hand with the same weapon he’d pulled out against Melody. He growled, but wasn’t bothered as he pinched the small man. He lifted the man up to his face ignoring the way he struggled.

“Stop!” Melody shouted. Kyrie did as she asked, leaning back to look down at her. She looked at him with a mixture of pain and fear he didn’t want to see. He was only protecting her. “Let him go…please.”

Kyrie did what she wanted, dropping the human a full arm’s length away. The human stood and ran without looking back. He brought his hand close and held the finger with a sword in it out to Caprice. He pulled it out, handing the blade to Melody. Kyrie looked at her sadly, the human wasn’t actually in danger, he was going to scare him then drop him on a beach somewhere. He had a feeling she’d doubt him.

“I told you to cool it on the fake eating people bit,” Caprice said. Kyrie smiled, carefully pushing him. “Although I guess I did encourage it… a bit.”

“I wasn’t going to try that until you brought up how long since I’ve eaten,” Kyrie laughed. Melody seemed to relax at least. He brought his head down below the cliff until his eyes were level with her. “I’m sorry I scared you… Caprice taught me that humans handle events like that a lot differently than mers. I wouldn’t eat a human for real.”

“Have you ever?” she asked. Her voice was quiet, but she stepped forward. He shook his head. “Would you?” Shook his head again. “What about merfolk, have you eaten them?”

Kyrie felt his heart drop. He couldn’t lie to her. He nodded slowly. She narrowed her eyes, he wished he could see the details more clearly. She was so small he wanted to just keep her safe. She was less than half the size of his smallest finger, but she held so much power. She stepped forward again, if she stabbed him with that sword he’d take it. He didn’t want to be someone she feared. 

“Why did you do it?” she whispered.

“Mel don’t-” Caprice tried.

“Let him answer me.” She glared at him before turning back to look at Kyrie. Her face was emotionless. “Why?”

“...it’s how things go. We don’t like doing it, but sometimes someone is too determined to hurt us so it’s the only choice.”

“Who’s us?”

“Byssal,” Caprice chimed in again. “The two of them are the biggest of our pod, but Byss is a lot smaller than Kyrie, it’s what happens sometimes. It’s normal for it to happen with merfolk. They don’t do it to anyone innocent.”

“What do you mean innocent?” Melody’s eyes were locked on Kyrie’s.

“He means ones who aren’t bothering us. When I was smaller a lot of others tried to kill me. Byss did what he could, but sometimes it was the only option. Now bigger ones show up because our pod has three skilled with magic and me.”

She stepped forward and placed one of her hands on his face. She stared into his eyes as if she was reading his soul. It only took a few more moments for the dead look to change to a smile. She moved her hand back and forth petting his skin.

“Thank you for saving me and keeping Caprice safe. I-I’m sorry I yelled at you earlier…” she looked behind her “both of you. I just didn’t want you getting caught up in what I’d been. I knew if he saw you he’d want at the very least Caprice killed or captured.”

She stepped away and kept a warm smile. If Kyrie hadn’t already felt a pull he’d want to make sure he kept that smile in his life. It was something he never could have expected to see directed at him. He wanted to find a way to make her feel this too. He wanted to speak, but she had already turned away. She took the sword in hand and used it to cut the gown freeing her legs. Then she stabbed it through the cloth near her hip.

“I’ll be going now. Thank you again for saving me. I hope I’ll see you both again someday,” she announced. Kyrie widened his eyes, he didn’t know how to stop her. Caprice blocked her path instead.

“Mel, I didn’t just come here to finally tell you I was alive. It took a while to find a place once I told them about you, but we found somewhere for all of us to live. Pelago helped me to cast spells to head into towns and get the supplies we’d need. Kyrie and Byssal helped build the home too. You can come stay with us,” he said. Kyrie was desperately hoping she’d agree to this. She laughed bitterly.

“Cap, I’m not like you. I can’t turn into a merfolk and breathe underwater. It’s best if I just find somewhere to go on my own. Don’t destroy the life you built trying to fit me into it.” She started to walk away, pushing past him. Kyrie brought his hand up to block her from leaving.

“Melody, Caprice is in our pod so you are too. You don’t have to go off on your own.” He felt selfish like this. Stopping her wasn’t for Caprice, it was because he wanted her to stay. She started shaking, regret for stopping her started to overwhelm him.

“Why?” Kyrie almost missed it. Her voice was too quiet, but she looked at him with tears. “Why!? They’re going to hunt me down. So will the duke. It’s better if I go now so you’ll all live. Don’t give me reasons to survive anymore!”

“Mel…” Caprice walked up to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Mel, we’re good at hiding. Pelago is probably the best in the ocean with magic. Byssal and Kyrie can be terrifying. Please, stop giving things up for other people.”

Kyrie was panicking. He couldn’t imagine her leaving, but he couldn’t stop her either. She started to cry again before nodding her head. Caprice looked over at him and gave him a thumbs up before pulling Melody into a hug. He picked them both up carefully, the gasp from her a bit concerning. He dropped them in his palm before holding it tight to his chest and starting on the trip. It was significantly faster to swim on his own than having Caprice swim alongside him.

He had to stay above water which slowed him down a bit, but their home came into view soon enough. A cave that faced open water. Inside they’d built up a house that Caprice specified for him and Melody. He never adjusted to being a mer completely. He slowed as he swam in, Byssal and Pelago looking at him worried. Pelago let out a chirp, but before she could ask he set the two down on the dry land.

Melody looked around with a mixture of awe and fear. Kyrie was nervous for her to meet Byssal. Pelago was almost their size and warm, but Byss could seem cruel. Melody seemed to freeze when she locked eyes with Byssal. Slowly she shifted her gaze to Pelago before looking at her skirt and blushing. She grabbed the edges of the torn clothes and held them out to her side bowing a bit.

“H-Hello my lord and lady, I apologize for my appearance. I had not been intending to meet anyone after the events of this evening,” she said. Her voice seemed to shake a bit. “I am Melody, I am…was the adopted daughter of the Duke of Harmona until this evening. I thank you for taking in my brother after he’d been unjustly punished.”

“You’re so cute,” Pelago said. She pulled herself out of the water and was fussing over Melody’s hair quickly. “Humans have such soft hair. Caprice has it too. It’s wonderful to meet you, Melody. Caprice has told us a lot about you, I hope you’re happy here with us. Of course if you need to go out to a human village we can take you there. Byssal is a bit better to ask than Kyrie though. The big pup sticks out more than blood with sharks.”

Byssal made a small sound that was close enough to a growl Kyrie worried Melody would misunderstand. She looked up at Byss, like she needed his approval for something. He wanted to calm her, but didn’t have the words. Byssal moved so he was closer to her and set a finger on her head before rubbing it back and forth. He loved to give head pats, he did it to Caprice in his human form all the time.

“Don’t be afraid to ask,” he murmured. Melody nodded, Kyrie swore she was hiding a smile as she tilted her head down. Pelago started talking about all the things they gathered for her and Byssal backed off to watch silently. Eventually Melody gave him a look, he offered a close mouthed smile.

“Welcome home,” he mouthed. She gave him another one of the smiles from the cliff. He would do everything to get close to her, as long as he could see that smile he’d be happy even if it wasn’t for him.

#gt community #gt #giant/tiny #g/t #giant tiny #g/t writing #gt writing #g/t community #gtjuly #gtjuly2022 #day 2 different era #OC:Melody #OC:Caprice #OC:Kyrie #OC:Pelago #OC:Byssal

[anshiel]

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS PLS

there r so many and i am going 2 explode now, you have opened pandoras box

i am, i am going 2 start with ones i amn thinking about, which are ocs from an original story about destiny, because

The three main characters for the story which wip name rn might just be split destiny(abbreviation: two of a kind) it's about two kid's who accidentally get chosen under the same destiny despite it only being meant for one person and their mentor, Süsi who was kinda trying to get that.(not sure about the names because i thought mason and peggy at first but now kinda just wanna use the estonian ones i thought for them, Tiivi and Madis)

The three main characters for the story, images of them:) (timeskip versions of Tiivi and Madis in the top right one, tiivi digital sketches from me trying to figure out her colors)

ohk, details nd characters, Tiivi's a high energy person in general and positive for the most part, has had the ability to speak to animals forever. She's someone who's always wanted adventure and felt special so she was pretty thrilled to have something greater than life happen to her, summons a sword or spear thanks to the chosen one biz. She finds out her mother(who she hasn't seen in years and barely remembers) is very much active in the magic world and has a whole phoenix and rebirth theme going on(also doing some shady stuff), Also finding out she has an older brother she never met apparently, he's got plant powers (seems to be working for some sort of magical authority?).

Madis is very much more of a wallflower and has a tendency to draw in on himself and also ignore anything strange happening around him including his luck powers which is why he is at all not happy with what happened and would like to live a normal life, summons a scythe or shield. He lives with his aunt and has a cat, didn't know his parents, does seem to have some talent when it comes to this magic stuff and has eyes on him.

oooohg, let's get to tha mentor, Süsi, they do not know what they are doing teaching these children. He's been doing this awhile and has a whole detective thing going on (because i am like this and like making detective characters), seem to work place to place, generally seems mysterious, she's got a whole fire and dragon theme going on and also may have escaped death one too many times.

post timeskip a lotta changes happen and developments, Süsi goes into hiding, Tiivi keeps learning magic and also doing odd jobs with her brother and Madis goes to do normal teenager things back at home.

They try to keep in touch, in this period might also find more out about how their powers are connected and a mental link.

This story idea mostly came about out of kid me's anger at the lack of male female friendships and deciding i have to do this myself(Madis and Tiivi aren't even the first time i decided "actually this boy and girl character's would die for eachother and are not at all romantically invoved, fuck you" you can see a lotta YA. novels and cartoons pissed me off with that)also apparently i just wrote a snippet of a depressed boy and cheerful girl in like 2009? idk i was like 10 and had an assignment for writing and that also led to this.

(oh god there's so many miscellaneous sketches here of the cast for this shit)

There's also a shady school in this, mostly pre-timeskip and some immortal fuckos(to be fair one of them's trying to stop the other one, there's implications of them being connected in this cycle due to similar reasons that Tiivi and Madis are connected to eachother), also everyone aspec, süsi has an ex gf(Linda) in this that works for said school and seems blind to any wrongdoings by her workplace. Also a selkie girl at same school who's her prodigy gets a crush on Tiivi because i like to put lesbianism in my stories.

here's more recent sketches on my tablet from their postimeskip looks and also messy rough comics of scenes i have in my head during late night because thinking about them and need to get these thoughts out or else i will not sleep

anyways THANK YOU 4 the ask so i can ramble about my cringe ass nae-nae ocs(despite this i still have hundreds of other ocs and stories i have not mentioned here because this post is long enough, most likely have posted sketches of em but this does remind me i should try posting about them more again)

(follow up)

#ask #therealsomajesticdonki #split destinies #ansikunst #ocs #original character #original characters #my ocs

[bi-bard]

Fighting - Sam Winchester Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Fighting

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 1,039 words

Warning(s): major character death, violence

Summary: (Season 2) (Y/n) had done their fair share of work as a guardian angel. However, their newest case reveals more about heaven than they had ever hoped to learn

Author's Note: Yesterday, I posted an imagine about a guardian angel protecting Jack. This is a prequel to that imagine.

Here's a link to that imagine.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Time in heaven didn't work in the same way that time on Earth did.

Especially when you were working in the guardian angel department. We were partially responsible for defending the timeline and helping Death with their workload. No one dies before they're supposed to.

That's the job. Protect their proper death dates.

I had been in this department for almost as long as I could remember. I enjoyed it. I felt like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing. Helping.

I was shocked when I was given a new file.

My last case wasn't over, per se. My client had just hit a spot that didn't require much prevention. Still, the next file came very fast.

"(Y/n)."

I stopped when I heard Castiel speak.

"Hello, Castiel," I said. "I would stop, but I just got a new file."

"Already," he asked. I nodded. "Your last client only just ended up in a coma."

"I guess they want me to handle her as a background case," I shrugged. "Or this case is just really that urgent."

"Good luck."

"Thank you," I replied.

I waved at him as I made it to my desk.

I checked on my last case and frowned. Poor thing didn't have any family around. I would give anything to be by her side through all of this. I couldn't do that though. It would violate the rules.

With a sigh, I turned around to my new file.

Sam Winchester. Born May 2, 1983, in Lawrence, Kansas. Mother dies in 1983, father becomes a hunter and dies in 2006. Has a brother named Dean that's four years older.

I had never been given a hunter's case before. I was used to the more regular cases. I just guessed that the hunter status was what made this case so important to the higher-ups.

I turned to my screen. Time to get to work.

--time skip--

I watched over twenty-two years of Sam's life.

I didn't intervene much. The odd hunt, maybe. I helped keep him safe during the car accident with his father and brother. I couldn't help save Jess. That would've been the job of her angel. No one stepped in, it was her time to go.

I didn't ask many questions. I just did my job and followed the book that Death had given us. I had never seen someone with so many potential death times.

It wasn't until I saw Azazel kidnap Sam that I ever questioned my orders. I checked the book. There was no mention of this event. At all. This wasn't supposed to even be happening.

Then, I saw someone running toward him with a knife.

I jumped, ready to go stop it when someone touched my shoulder.

"You're not supposed to intervene," the angel said in a monotone voice.

"I am when someone is about to be killed outside of their designated death time," I replied.

"No," the angel shook their head. "You will not intervene here."

"But I can see it right here," I pointed at the page of Sam's book. "He isn't supposed to die here. He has plenty of chances. This isn't one of them. He's not even supposed to be here."

"He's where he needs to be."

"You're going to let Azazel get away with this," I asked.

"It's for the best."

"No," I shook my head. "No."

I landed down on the dirt path. I looked one way to see Bobby and Dean, who couldn't see me because I was supposed to be an unseen savior. I looked the other way to see Sam walking down the road.

Behind him was another man running down the path.

I took off down the path, stepping around Sam.

Before I could get to the man that was following him, an arm wrapped around my neck, holding me back.

I kicked against the angel that grabbed me.

I squatted down, effectively pulling the angel's body over my shoulder and slamming them to the ground. I went to run again, only to have my leg grabbed, yanking me back to the ground.

Before I had the chance to fight back, a knee pressed into my back, my hair was grabbed, and an angel blade was held to my neck.

"Move again and I will kill you," the angel threatened.

All I could do was watch as Sam was stabbed in the back. Dean ran up to his brother. Bobby took a shot at the man who had stabbed him.

"No," I said quietly.

I had failed.

For the first time, I had failed at my job.

Suddenly, I was in heaven again.

My- for lack of a better term- boss was standing in front of me.

"You let him die," I snapped instantly. "He wasn't supposed to die there! Why did you stop me!"

"Do not raise your voice at me," she shouted. "You were given a direct order and you disregarded it!"

"I... I was doing my job-"

"You violated your direct orders," she repeated. "You went against God's plan for Sam Winchester. You will be removed from the case."

"Why would the case still exist, he was just killed-"

"You have lost all access to information regarding this case."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

I didn't have time to ask any questions before my arms were grabbed. I tried to fight back as I was dragged through the halls of heaven. I planted my feet, I kicked, I yelled. Nothing worked.

I was thrown back into one of the cells.

My boss stood in front of the locked cell door.

"We'll see about getting you back to work... at some point," she explained. "It's a shame. So much potential."

With a disappointed shake of her head, she walked away.

I have known plenty of angels that have gone against the rules of their duty. They had stepped in when they weren't supposed to. Spoken out about how they were mistreating clients. None of them have ended up in a cell. They received slaps on the wrist, case changes, maybe a temporary movement to another position.

What was so different about Sam?

What had they done to that kid that they didn't want to be found?

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[sapphyreopal5]

Where and What Exactly Is Cloud Nine?

Hello, my name is Ellie. I'm a psychic whose methods of divination mainly involve a pendulum and printable ABC chart. The information I present in my posts that aren't readily available through physical means such as scholarly texts, books, etc. I obtain through divination in order to elaborate more on my personal observations, beliefs, experiences, etc. In this particular post, I am going to share with you what Cloud Nine really is, where it really is, and also touch on what it is believed to be (and how people use the phrase Cloud Nine).

Cloud Nine in Popular Culture and History of the Phrase "On Cloud Nine"

Cloud Nine is an expression used to describe someone who is in a state of joy or elation. The origins of the expression "on cloud nine" go back to Sir Ralph Abercromby, a Victorian era aristocrat who became fascinated with meteorology when he was in the British army where he served from 1860 to 1869 and was stationed in Quebec, Canada. He is known for his contributions to meteorology, particularly for writing on the nomenclature of clouds in 1896, which starts from cloud 0 to cloud 9. Interestingly enough, type 9 (cumulonimbus clouds) are referred to as "the kings of all clouds" because they rise higher in the sky than any other type of cloud and also are the largest type of cloud that are created. Some earlier phrases stated Cloud Seven is a state of perfect happiness similar to being on Seventh Heaven, as opposed to Cloud Nine.

Cloud Nine... a Psychic Survival Game?

In the last paragraph, I touched onto the worldwide view of the meaning of "being on cloud nine" and its origins. Based on what was described in the last paragraph, you would believe based on reading the head title for this paragraph that Cloud Nine is heaven or is some other kind of paradise. Unfortunately, this actually could not be further from the truth... if you're a target for those who use Cloud Nine.

I learned a little bit about where and what Cloud Seven, Cloud Eight, and Cloud Nine are when it comes to the Astral Planes (and no it's NOT heaven). When I was younger, my siblings and I would travel out of state every so often to go visit relatives. When we'd visit some of my cousins on my dad's side, sometimes one of them would play a "game" with us she called Cloud Nine. Essentially, the person who would "enter" Cloud Seven, Eight or Nine would lay down on their back. My cousin would then make them count backwards from 20 or so until they could "see" themselves in this place. To summarize, the person who is in this place would have to basically fight their way out of this place in order to survive. Cloud Seven was said to be the easiest level and Cloud Nine the hardest.

Some of us did not believe the players or my cousin who put the players under hypnosis that anything was actually happening, so elected to not partake in this game. I myself was one of those skeptical people. However, the last time this game was played by my older brother, which was close to 20 or so years ago, made me change my mind on this. While my brother was playing he was talking about being in the dark and hearing people come at him with what sounds like swords. Something told me to touch his hand and close my eyes. I was surprised (and horrified) that when I closed my eyes I was able to see and hear the same things he was.

I found myself "calling for help" mentally, and then a woman came in the room who the others in the room called "Aliyana Akrina". Not much longer later, my brother "woke up". However, I opened my eyes a little after he did. Before I opened my eyes and after he woke up, I saw a toddler being chased by a double horned monster with red eyes and a good bit of body hair that came out of a random closet with what looked like 2 white louvered doors with some dirty hand prints on it.

When I woke up, I noticed my siblings and cousins looking at me weirdly. The image below is very similar to what the monster looked like (which happens to be artwork depicting a deity who was said to be an ancient Canaanite pagan god of child sacrifice named Moloch). Some variations of this Canaanite deity's name include Molech, Molekh, Molok, Molek, Molock, etc. Their name is actually spelt Malik, and no they aren't into child sacrifice or anything related to such. who is the monster but is instead a demon named Civlon Moloch. This particular demon who is a particularly bloodthirsty fiend has posed as multiple deities including Malik, Baal, and others.

Aftermath of The Last Round of Playing Cloud Nine

This was afterall just a game that happens to be all imaginary and in the head, right? It turns out this belief was completely wrong. It turns out that I summoned my most dominant higher self Hela (I have several higher selves that make up the essence of my soul, which is another topic), whose full name is Hela Aliyana Akrina and is the "head deity of the astral planes". When I asked her what happened that day, she told me about a month ago that I summoned her when I was asking for help. She did tell me that I actually angered my cousin's demon (aka lower self) along with all other surviving demons gathered in Cloud Nine together by summoning Hela to rescue my brother. By the way, the astral body can be killed. If your astral body is killed you die physically. The death of astral bodies (where people's souls aka conscience goes after death of the physical body) is why people with say no history of heart disease will suddenly die of a heart attack, people who don't smoke and generally few or no risk factors develop lung cancer and die, etc. In other words... yes, the soul CAN die along with your astral body.

So, looking back I realized that Cloud Nine is not just an imaginary place, or a game requiring a wild imagination or capability of being put in a state of hypnosis. This last game of Cloud Nine took place in the summer before my twin sister and I were about to start 5th grade and brother 7th grade. Some weird and also bad things started to happen in my and my family member's lives.

Brother's Bone Tumor and Surgery

My brother developed an osteochondroma, which is essentially a type of benign bone tumor that commonly shows up in adolescence. I remember getting into an argument with my brother and punched his arm where this osteochondroma was located. No one knew he had one but when I punched him on the arm, this tumor was broken. He ended up needing to get surgery to remove it. Hela told me recently that this particular osteochondroma was going to eventually become an osteosarcoma, which is a malignant bone tumor and that "you heard me tell you to strike your brother's arm really hard in this exact spot to save his life".

Bathroom Wall Graffiti, Emotional Meltdowns

Several months after this, a now former friend of his decided to suddenly spray paint on the bathroom walls a very cruel thing about my brother. He felt very humiliated by this graffiti in the bathroom and naturally was very upset at this horrific sight. About a year and a half later during school (I was in 6th grade, brother in 8th), I had what I call a random meltdown. I'm not sure what triggered this meltdown or why I had it but the teacher ended up having someone go get my older brother "to calm me down". Somehow, I was NOT made fun of by any classmates of mine and wasn't bullied by anyone despite the fact word got around fast. It is middle school we are talking about afterall, you know how them kids like to gossip.

Peeping Tom, Locker Break-ins, Attempted House Break-in Homecoming Night

In my 7th grade year, boy what an interesting year and not for the better. My family and I moved during the late fall-winter time to a not so great area near our school district's high school while my parents were having a house being built. This school year my best friend at the time told me she found my locker wide open at one point with some of my stuff thrown down the hallway and chose to pick it up and put it all back in.

At one point, I started to get some strange phone calls from someone claiming they are a secret admirer of mine. They admitted during one of the two calls they had watched me get dressed before and said some other bizarre stuff. My brother overheard the second and last phone conversation, picked up another landline phone and cussed this guy out. After this guy admitted he watched me get dressed, I elected to remember to shut the blinds when I am getting dressed. Oh the not so real joys of being naïve in youth and learning things the hard way...

When I was in 8th grade and still living in this house, I felt a strong urge to stay home on the night of the high school Homecoming game. My parents tried to convince me to leave the house to "go to the game and socialize" but I felt an overwhelming urge to stay put and insisted I stay home. My parents went out somewhere to a house get together or a date, can't remember while my siblings went to the Homecoming game. At one point when I was home with the dog, we both heard scratching on the aluminum siding. First thing I wondered was if someone was pretending to be Freddy Kreuger playing a prank.

Eventually, I saw someone with a face mask, toboggan, coat, and what looked like an axe start running towards the window but decided against it when they saw me looking right at them. Follow your gut instincts, I promise they will NOT serve you wrong! I don't remember the rest of this year being much more eventful beyond this. Several months after the Homecoming game the house was finished being built and the weird, bad events stopped happening left and right.

Where Cloud Nine REALLY is (Hint: It's NOT Heaven)

A couple summers on 6/24/2021 I asked what the significance of Helheim and Hell having similar names is and what the difference between them is. The deity Hermes answered when I picked up my pendulum while asking this question: "Really, they are one and the same. Seers see about a mile away from Lucifer's castle an even bigger castle where Hela resides, where she remains a hands off boss. Lucifer, Abbadon, Belial and company are a group of dark faye that work for the Greek and Nordic pantheon". It turns out Earth as a whole is Helheim, which is a whole other topic in itself but this sure does explain the whole "this life is a living hell" phrase, doesn't it?

It turns out that Cloud Nine aka Gehanna (or Gehanna's torture chamber if you will) is located in a room "in the pits of Lucifer's Castle in Hell" that actually needs to be cleared out of these "cowardly demons". In this room is a computer with some access to Divine Blueprints aka Akashic Records. What these cowardly demons and their incarnations do is they put bad things in the Divine Blueprints of good souls to try benefitting their own incarnations. Magic originates in the astral planes; it is Divine Blueprints that also contain "instructions" on making it so certain things happen (or not in the case of tampers made by those in Cloud Nine). Magic simply is the enforcing agent in fulfilling Divine Blueprints that ultimately going back to the Divine Plan.

Ultimately, all these cowards are really doing is delaying the unpleasant "milestone events" (ex. car accidents and other traumatic events, divorces/breakups, losing a job, homelessness, etc.) in their evil incarnations' Divine Plans, and making the more pleasant milestone events occur sooner (ex. becoming wealthier, marriage, job promotion, etc.). Making many good things happen at once does eventually lead to many bad things happening all at once. When it rains, it pours.

I talked about aether incarnations in another post of mine regarding how incarnations work. Demons are actually bloodthirsty monstrous cyborgs created in the astral planes of Earth. This explains why demons are consistently described as being physically stronger than people, are more resilience to pain, tend to be rather indifferent emotionally and seem to only feel anger when they do feel some kind of emotion, move differently than physical beings do, are aggressive, etc.

Surprisingly so, there are actually many demons who are genuinely working to get redemption, which in the spiritual world means they gain a higher self and their conscience goes to an immortal body after their time on Earth is done. Deities and other benevolent beings actually call these demons "bold/brave demons". Not so surprisingly so, others are unable to rise above being selfish, greedy, cruel, etc. as they are "programmed" to do so. Of course, they all want to survive but keep delaying their "judgment day" so they can keep on their evil ways but "I'll eventually get around to doing the right thing", as if all of their "sins" will be forgiven. Deities and other benevolent beings call these particularly evil, selfish demons "cowardly demons".

Invisible Stairs or Ladders and Stairs or Ladders Leading to Nowhere

This is a very important thing to take away from this post of mine. There are some stairs that lead to nowhere with no other structures around them. Some call this an urban legend, with people suggesting it goes back to a Reddit user with the screenname searchandrescuewood who wrote a series of stories or reports regarding these said stairs in the woods possibly just for entertainment purposes. However, many have commented sharing their own experiences with this phenomenon of stairs leading to nowhere. There are some stairs that are remains of former buildings and houses that once remained, others built independent of a building.

Sometimes these stairs and ladders are reported to appear, disappear, and reappear in the same spot (or more eerily so, in different spots). What is consistent with many of these reports is that they all sit in areas with very open energy. Some reports of people who stated they climbed one of these ladders or stairs leading to nowhere state a variety of bizarre things that happened after they climbed them. One man in the Philippines reportedly climbed a ladder and states he felt he was gone for 5 minutes, but apparently turned out he was gone for 5 years. Others state that people have died suddenly from a stroke or other bad things happening after climbing one of these said ladders or stairs.

When it comes to invisible stairs in dreams, I was told by my guides to avoid them at all costs because they lead to Cloud Nine. I learned that if someone finds themselves on invisible stairs they need to get off as soon as possible. It's imperative they make sure to get off these invisible stairs and ladders before they get on the 9th step.

Follow your gut instincts, I promise they will not misguide you even if it turns out to be a false alarm!

For Further Reading https://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/on-cloud-nine.html https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/weather-eye-7ftq5tvd2#:~:text=In%20September%2C%201896%2C%20cumulonimbus%2C,serving%20in%20the%20British%20Army. https://military-history.fandom.com/wiki/Ralph_Abercromby_(meteorologist) https://spaceplace.nasa.gov/review/posters/GOES_clouds/goes-r-cloudsat-front-8x11.pdf https://allthatsinteresting.com/moloch https://orthoinfo.aaos.org/en/diseases--conditions/bone-tumor/#:~:text=Bone%20tumors%20develop%20when%20cells,other%20parts%20of%20the%20body. https://norse-mythology.org/cosmology/the-nine-worlds/helheim/ https://www.tumblr.com/sapphyreopal5/710871665387683840/how-do-incarnations-work?source=share https://travelermagazine.net/stairs-in-the-woods/#:~:text=The%20simple%20explanation%20of%20the,structure%20or%20building%20around%20them.

#cloud nine #cloud seven #cloud eight #divination #Hela #deities #invisible stairs #stairs in the woods #hell #stairs going to nowhere #helheim #gehanna #supernatural #black magic #paganism #demons souls #demons #astral projection #astral planes #akashic records

[spitfire-of-the-sea]

Random thoughts on One Piece/The New Era (with bits of Ace mixed in)

This will contain spoilers (but no details), so for those who are not at the current chapters and want to avoid spoilers, please don't read this - I don't want to be responsible for ruining your fun. =)

ANYHOW.

I've been mulling over some things when reading One Piece lately, and I still love it - have loved it since I was a 15-year-old girl in highschool, and now I'm 33 and about to finish my PhD and you know what? It's still one of the series/books I've read that made a strong impression on me.

So what I'm saying might come from an old 33 year old... ;) Perhaps it's my wounded pride. I don't know.

Lately I feel a bit like One Piece goes in the direction of "eliminating" the old era by Luffy defeating enemies (which is FINE, it's what he's supposed to do), but also by kind of kicking out older characters and I'm not super sure how I feel about this.

It started with the death of Whitebeard - which, okay. EPIC. Done really well. Until the end there was no sign that he was by any means weak, even old and sick. It signaled the end of the old era, of which Whitebeard was basically the biggest remnant, the guy that stood on par with Gol D. Roger. Then Ace... and for obvious reasons, I am not fine with that. His death was 100% so Luffy could remain the main protagonist and there was no real competition for Pirate King, because, let's me honest... nobody ever thought any of the other Supernovas would beat him to it. But from the narrative that Oda set up, Ace was a true contestant - he was stronger than Luffy, pulled people to him in much the same way and made allies easily, he was Gol D. Rogers son, he had conqueror's Haki (manifested already when he was a child!), etc. etc. However, he never WANTED to become Pirate King. I personally think he could have been left to live after being severly wounded and having to recover for a long time, and pretty much simply taken over Whitebeards role. So we'd have Ace as a figure connecting the old and the new generation, defending the remaining WB territories with no interest in being Pirate King, but only in his family. Which in itself is a good statement. (And his near-death and Luffy's CAUSE of his near-death would have been motivation enough, if you ask me.) ANYHOW. After this, all the youngsters go on to become stronger. And for some reason, without any explanation... the WB Pirates are destroyed and disbanded. Teach, with his crew of... what...7??? 8??? Managed to tear apart the remaining Whitebeard Pirates and take over their territory. And this happened when there was still Marco, Vista, Izou, all the other commanders... with no apparent loss or problem for Teach. (Who also managed to murder Thatch apparently without effort, but, okay, let's say Thatch trusted him and was surprised.) Which irks me, because it paints as the WBP as the weakest of all the Yonko crews, and at the same time Oda keeps showing how strong they were. Challening the WHOLE MARINE. Fighting on parr with the Admirals, with Hawkeye, etc. How does that add up?

So basically, the WBP as the first crew of "the old era" falls; and then we learn that fake-son-of-WB is hunting down the remaining ones to kill them. And he succeeds...??? And no WBP commander steps in...?

But not enough with this, now in the newest chapters we also loose Izou. And we do so in 2 pannels, without a proper farewell, without proper grief. His sister doesn't get a single panel for her reaction and instead rather goes to the bath...? I know it's an important statement made there, and I value it! But could there not have been an additional comment on her brother...?

Marco stepping aside for Sanji and Zoro, for the new generation, all of this...

I GET it. It makes sense. But I feel like there's no value placed into experience at this point - strength in itself is not enough, if you don't also have some experience to go with it. And my god, 40-50 years of age is not OLD. So I don't quite understand why specifically the Whitebeard Pirates get this treatment, while all others anyways survive, bounce back with no problem, and etc.

I have the dreaded feeling that Marco will be used to demonstrate Blackbeards new strength, or he will sacrifice himself like Izou did... And that isn't fine with me. I mean, now, that Oda kept torturing him with losing his brothers one after the other without being able to save them - even if he was RIGHT THERE!!! - I can't believe he'll let him live. *sigh*

Sorry, it's a long and confused rant. Baseline is:

just because a character is 40+ he is not "old" and from "the last era"

Ace didn't need to die and could easily have taken over the position of Kid/Law (more on that in a separate rant ;))

Whyyyyy the WBP???

On another note:

What

the

fuck

happened to Big Mom's crew??? Are they chilling on the beach??? Eating candy??? Are they now fodder for the Admiral??? They literally were not seen for so long and were supposed to be super strong, and then the waterfall defeated them or what? This seriously confuses me.

#one piece #one piece rant #whitebeard pirates #whitebeard crew #one piece wano

[generalgemini-booknerd]

It’s my birthday. 42. I am old and trying not to be sad.

My birthday has never been a great day for me. When I was young, it was because my parents were divorced and didn’t get along, full-stop. So being with one meant being without the other. And If I was with my bio dad, he would just take my on my birthday to spite my mom. So it really wasn’t so much a celebration for me, so much as an excuse for him to go to the bar and get shit-faced.

As I got older, it just seemed like things just..happened on my birthday to make it suck. And so I learned to just treat it as another day. I don’t have parties. I don’t really go anywhere. I usually just have a quiet dinner with family.

This morning, two people messaged me on Facebook to say happy birthday. My half brother, who I am pretty estranged from, and a former best friend, who got married and ditched her former life to make her husband’s life her WHOLE LIFE. And in looking at the message history there, the last time I talked to either of them was 2 years ago today, and it was the same 2 word message.

I’m a good person. I’m kind to strangers and animals. I work hard, pay my bills (mostly on time, lol). I love my family and friends fiercely. This should be enough. But today it isn’t.

I get that posting on tumblr is like shouting into a void. I don’t post this expecting a response. And I generally keep my personal shit off my tumblr. But today, I just needed some place to think my thoughts, preferring to type them all out than speak them out loud.

#not so happy birthday to me #personal