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vanwritesfan-fiction · 3 months

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For Travis. One of the kids is having a hard time with him leaving for a trip. Crying, screaming, clinging to him - breaking his heart

Savannah always had terrible seperation anxiety, even as an infant. She was a typical daddy's girl, and he always had to be in her sight or there would be tears and tantrums that only he could console. As soon as she learned to walk, she became Travis' shadow, following him wherever he went.

At that age it was a little easier to distract her when he had to go to games or travel- out of sight, out of mind; but this was the first season where she understood that his career took him away from her quiet often, and she was struggling with nightmares and sleep regression whenever he wasn't home.

"Daddy, where going?"

Travis placed his jacket in his suitcase before turning to the tiny voice that was whispering to him, finding Savannah standing in the doorway, her pajama pants hiked up around her knees, messy hair hanging in her face. The toddler rubbed her sleepy eyes, her plush dinosaur tucked safely under her arm.

Travis picked her up in his arms, pulling her close. "Nannah, I just put you to bed. What're you doing up?" He always waited until Alex and Sav were in bed to start packing for an away game to try to make it as inconspicuous as possible.

"I have bad night nights", she whined out on the verge of tears. "Oh, baby, its okay. I've got you now. He gently rocked her back in forth in his hold as he paced the room. You peeked your head out of the bathroom, where you were getting ready for bed, to see what was going on. "What's wrong, babe?"

"She had a bad dream", Travis mouthed to you quiet enough that Savannah couldn't hear him. You gave him a sympathetic look, knowing this was breaking his heart. You knew this was just as hard on him as it was on your daughter. There were so many times you basically had to push Travis out of the door because he didn't want to leave.

You carefully pushed the hair out of Savannah's eyes, her lashes fluttering as exhaustion set in. "Do you wanna sleep in Mama and Daddy's bed tonight?" She gave you a weak nod, clinging onto Travis even tighter. As soon as they climbed into bed, she was laying on Travis' chest, falling asleep to the rhythm of the rising and falling of his chest. "I'll finish packing for you", you whispered, Travis giving you a thankful air kiss.

The next morning, you got up early to say good bye to Travis, who was dragging his feet as he ate breakfast and got ready to leave. The kids were still sound asleep, Savannah still in your shared bed. "Don't even think about it", you warned, catching the flash of distress on his face as he got dressed. "She'll be fine, baby."

"She wouldn't let me go last night. Every time I tried to lift her off me she started to cry, even in her sleep."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, Travis' hands finding your hips. "Alex went through this same thing, too, remember?", you scratched the back of his head with your nails, something you always knew calmed him down. "She's just going through a phase, but I promise you, she'll be okay. You need to focus on the game, baby."

"I know, I know", he admitted with a huff, giving you a kiss gentle kiss on the kiss before letting you go. You watched as he put on his jacket and gathered his bag. "Give them all the kisses for me, okay?"

"100 each. You got it", you said with a wink and one last kiss.

Just as Travis reached for the door handle, you heard the pitter of tiny feet coming down the hallway. "Daddy!". Savannah had tears streaming down her face, her nose red and snotty as she ran up to Travis. You let out a sigh as he picked her up, Sav wrapping her tiny arms tightly around his neck.

"What's wrong, baby?" Travis rubbed her back, but it did nothing to console her. "You were leaving me?", she asked between sobs, haphazardly wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I've gotta go to work Nannah, just for a little while."

"Daddy has to go play football, Sav! He's gonna go play with Uncle Patrick and Uncle Chris."

"They can play without me", Travis muttered out, but you shot him a look not to start that. "C'mon, baby, we'll have breakfast with Alex and then we'll watch Daddy on the TV on Sunday, okay?" You reached for her, but she pulled away nodding her head. "I want Daddy". She tucked her face in the crook of his neck, continuing to cry, pools of tears wetting Travis' sweater.

"Hey Nannah", Travis said in his gentlest tone, setting her down on the ground. "Remember when we went to the game last weekend with Nannah and Papa, how fun that was? and how much of a big girl you were with your own seat, cheering me on when I played?" She nodded with a sniffle, holding onto his hands. "Well, I have to go play somewhere else so other kids can watch me play too."

"Big girls like me?", she asked, with an inquisitive tip of her head. Travis chuckled, realizing she was starting to understand as much as a three year old could. "Yes, baby, just like you, and I need you here to watch me on TV and cheer for me, okay? I can't win without you."

"Okay, I cheer for you, Daddy!" Travis couldn't help the grin on his face at seeing her perfect little smile. "Okay, give me a kiss." He grabbed at her playfully, peppering her face with kisses as she giggled uncontrollably. "That's my girl."

"Don't forget mama, too. She needs kiss." Savannah said, running over to you.

"Of course, I could never forget mama. Goodbye, babe." He gave you a third kiss, this time, your lips linger together a little longer. "Bye, I love you."

#travis kelce #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce fanfiction #travis kelce imagine #traviskelce #nfl imagine #nfl fanfic #nfl fanfiction

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jaynovz · 8 months

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In discussions about the finale of Black Sails, one of the things I often see is folks hard-focusing on Flint's fate, in an either-or binary fashion, usually presented as "Which do you believe-- that Silver killed him? or sent him to the plantation?"

Now, for posterity's sake, gonna mention a few things-- first off, that's simply not thinking broadly enough. There are farrrr more than two options here and I've come up with my share of the reallyyyyy bad ones for sure. Whatever your mind chooses, none of those are happy endings anyway, there are bittersweet, bad, and worse endings all the way down. (They are paused, they are in a time loop, and also all endings and no endings are happening simultaneously)

But also, the more cogent point is that, it doesn't actually matter what happened *to Flint* The story is... not actually about him at that point. We have transitioned from Flint as protag to Silver as protag, setting up for (the fanfiction that Black Sails has ended up making of, ugh, king shit) Treasure Island.

And so, I just, don't find it to be of particular interest exploring what we think Flint is actually doing or if he's alive for real. What is EXTREMELY interesting to explore though is how Silver's speech at the end to Madi is sort of giving Thomas back to Flint as a pacifier/comfort object, but how... Silver is giving Flint that thing in his own mind as his own type of pacifier/comfort object.

That's the REALLY chewy bit. What actually happens to Flint is not the purpose of that scene for me, of Silver's recounting of events to Madi. It's more about... projection. It's about how Silver is dealing with whatever happened to Flint/whatever he did.

And I just feel like it's missing the point to focus so hard on if Flint is alive or not.

He is the ghost of the story regardless, that's what's important. He's going to haunt the narrative for the rest of everyone's lives. No one has been untouched or unscarred by coming into contact with Captain Flint; he has a forever legacy. I'm not the first to call him this, but he's Schrödinger's Flint and he's staying that way.

But this?

"No. I did not kill Captain Flint. I unmade him. The man you know could never let go of his war. For if he were to exclude it from himself, he would not be able to understand himself. So I had to return him to an earlier state of being. One in which he could function without the war. Without the violence. Without us. Captain Flint was born out of great tragedy. I found a way to reach into the past... and undo it. There is a place near Savannah... where men unjustly imprisoned in England are sent in secret. An internment far more humane, but no less secure. Men who enter these gates never leave them. To the rest of the world, they simply cease to be. He resisted... at first. But then I told him what else I had heard about this place. I was told prominent families amongst London society made use of it. I was told the governor in Carolina made use of it. So I sent a man to find out if they'd used it to hide away one particular prisoner. He returned with news. Thomas Hamilton was there. He disbelieved me. He continued to resist. And corralling him took great effort. But the closer we got to Savannah, his resistance began to diminish. I couldn't say why. I wasn't expecting it. Perhaps he'd finally reached the limits of his physical ability to fight. Or perhaps as the promise of seeing Thomas got closer... he grew more comfortable letting go of this man he created in response to his loss. The man whose mind I had come to know so well... whose mind I'd in some ways incorporated into my own. It was a strange experience to see something from it... so unexpected. I choose to believe it... because it wasn't the man I had come to know at all... but one who existed beforehand... waking from a long... and terrible nightmare. Reorienting to the daylight... and the world as it existed before he first closed his eyes... letting the memory of the nightmare fade away. You may think what you want of me. I will draw comfort in the knowledge that you're alive to think it. But I'm not the villain you fear I am. I'm not him."

This is the speech of a man who is self-soothing, who is spinning himself a tale, who is projecting, who is coping.

and THAT is just, way chewier, innit?

#Now that's just from a canon point of view #once we start to delve into like fan fiction #Because fic must necessarily change the story and change canon because it's creating something new #so of course then figuring out what you want to do with flint post canon is necessary #but for me fanfiction is a different realm than canon only based meta conversations about the show #black sails meta #long post #black sails #john silver #james flint #thoughts #black sails spoilers #I was coaxed into writing my group chat meta into a post by the Committee mwah

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mizusnose · 4 months

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Sweet Dark

Reincarnation au,, partially inspired by @libbyfandom whose own mizu x reader reincarnation au had me in tears—thanks for writing it! Also heavily inspired by To Someone From A Warm Climate by Hozier

Summary: Mizu dealing with the aftermath of reader’s death and coming to terms with losing you, then having you again in the modern world.

“But it happened easy darling, as natural as another leg around you in the bed”

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Hot blood stained Mizu’s fingers, her wrists, her arms and shoulders where you laid against her. She pressed you to her chest, a child crying in her mother’s breast. A silent cry, none at all.

“Ringo! Get me my cape.” Mizu’s throat was raw, a scream that carried too long. A broken wing mid flight, a bloody landing.

Ringo hurried over, the blood soaked snow crunching beneath his feet. Mizu felt unfocused as she looked down at you, a limp thing in her arms. Something she’d had nightmares about, a dream untethered and untrue, one you’d help her come down from when she gasped awake in the middle of the night. Her sobs a broken noise.

Now, it’s not a dream—it’s real.

Mizu scoops you up, can barely feel the warmth within your chest now that most of it had been lost from the blood lost.

“No no no no no—please, no, no!”

Her front was soaked in your blood. A smell that would faster leave her nose than her own death. One Mizu would wake from, even months after she’d buried you tucked away in Kohama, against the tree line where she’d learned how to fight.

Not enough to fight for you, but a memory nenotheless.

Mizu considered herself someone who didn’t care. About herself, about the world, about anyone—and yet..

The night Ringo had to tear your cold body from Mizu was the start. She hadn’t slept. Waited instead for the sun to rise above the pines, a rustling of a bird in the distance, eyes unfocused.

The nights after that just got worse. Mizu couldn’t sleep. When she would, she’d wake up, hands carrying your frame, your head, your limp arms—and realize her embrace would be empty. A dream put to shame.

She’d went back to Kohama. Try to recenter. Try to train. Try to heal.

Yet, as she’d lay down on the soft of the dirt in the absence of the fire, she’d shiver—a desperate wracking thing. She’d shake and her legs move, seeking out warmth. A heat from somebody rather than something.

Met with coldness, a deep quiet, an empty space.

Mizu didn’t sleep much at all if she could help it. Knew she’d resent the coldness only winter brings. What it meant to lose so much warmth from the loss of you.

She never truly got over it. Even after her life was gone and she’d been born again in the world renewed. She’d never been able to swallow around the lack of it: warmth of the bed from you.

So when she did have you again, everything and every part of you, it was worse than ever losing you.

Maybe because it was the joy that came with relearning it: your shaking against her body from the cool sheets, a duvet holding no heat. She’d pull the blankets over your both. Your face pressed against her neck—the same place you’d breathed your last exhale.

“Not used to the cold?” She’d chuckle.

“Nope,” You’d say, enamored by her, her her, “From a warm climate’s why.”

“You’ll get used to it.” And she’d press her body to yours as if to say see? i told you, see? I can protect you here, see? see?

Mizu wished she could express it all. The way all her dreaming had been put to shame, an instinct that was embedded in her: the cold lake water of her heart boiled over.

She’d think: what an innate primal thing it is to be loved. To experience a bed, warmed by someone you’d lost—someone found again.

And, as if in a dream again, she’d hold you and wake in surprise to see you there: alive, hers.

hers.

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Hozier’s lyrics = the standard. title from savannah brown’s poetry book of the same name.

#blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu x fem!reader #fanfiction #reincarnation #death #hozier inspired work

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doggone-devil · 1 month

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How (Not) to Lose Your Soul: Chapter 1

And today is the day, my Dear Readers! We are back with the sequel to How (Not) to Summon a Demon! While I'm extremely nervous to post as this chapter took a bit longer to write than I'd hope, I am also excited to post it and get this story rolling. So without further ado, here is chapter one of How (Not) to Lose Your Soul! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: bit of profanity

Gold paints your skin with the morning sun as light dances with you in a field of grass. A cool breeze tickles your neck, your hair whirling around you as you spin, faster and faster. Giggles, bubbling like champagne, erupt from your chest as you're lowered backwards, one arm clasp around a slender neck while you throw the other above you, curving into the dip. Red eyes search for yours, smile stretching wide when they meet as a soft whisper brushes against your skin, "Ma Chérie."

Your smile matches his as he brings you upright, hands settling on his chest. Your heart swells when you see how he looks at you, love written clearly across his face. You tilt your head up, placing a tender kiss upon his cheek. "I love you," you breathe, giggling when he returns the kiss to your forehead.

"I -" He speaks, but you can't hear his words.

"What?" you ask, smile faltering. His brows pinch together and he speaks again, but you hear nothing. The air around you stills, growing cold. The sunlight no longer feeling warm on your skin as clouds gather overhead. You feel a tug on your leg and scream when a hand starts to pull you down. You reach out for him but he's no longer there, an empty space where he once stood. You scream again, clawing at the grass as you're dragged beneath the ground. Your head is barely above as you gasp for air, coughing as dirt begins to fill your lungs. Your chest is on fire, you can't breathe, you can't breathe, you can't -

You bolt upright in a panic, heart pounding. Your hand flies up to your throat, rubbing it. There's no dirt as you gasp and cough, sweat beading down your forehead. Tears begin to form as you take in the unfamiliar room. To your left, you hear Veronica groan, rolling over under the covers. A lamp clicks on, dim light spilling into the room.

"What happened?" She sounds worn out but concerned. You wipe at your cheeks, sniffling as you turn your back to her, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

"N-Nothing, sorry," you croak, voice hoarse. Your hear the blankets move again as she stifles a yawn.

"Another nightmare?" You sniff again, nodding your head. Your hands grip the edge of the bed tightly as his face flashes before you, a bittersweet reminder of what you couldn't have. Veronica sighs behind you. "Wanna talk about it?"

"No." You stand up, walking to the mini fridge on the other side of the room. The water you grab is cold to the touch, soothing as you gulp it down, the bottle crinkling loudly. You spare a glance at a clock hanging on the wall. It's 3:48 in the morning meaning you've only gotten roughly three hours of sleep. Damn.

"We heading out now?" Veronica asks. You throw the empty bottle in the trash before walking to your bag in the corner, pulling out a clean sweater.

"May as well. Still got another two hours to go before we reach Savannah." You slip on a pair of jeans, searching next for your hiking boots. You debate whether to add a jacket, knowing the temperature for the day was going to be cold. The weatherman even warned about ice collecting on the roads, but you doubt it.

"Can't we get at least another hour of sleep? We've already been driving for ten hours yesterday," Veronica complains, falling back onto her pillows. "My butt still hurts!"

"You knew what you were getting in to," you remind her, packing the rest of what you don't need back into your bag. You were surprised at how little you actually needed when it came to hunting demons.

"I know, I know," Veronica states, "and I'm not going anywhere but, damn girlie, can't we slow down just a little? It's not like he's going anywhere any time soon." You frown, standing up straight.

"What?" You're glaring, you know you are, but her words cut through you like a hot knife, stirring up anger.

"Wait, you're taking it the wrong way," she corrects herself.

"Am I?"

"Yes!" She stands up with a huff. "You're acting as if you're on a deadline to find him when in reality, he's not going anywhere. He's an immortal soul in Hell for fuck's sake." Veronica is angry now, too, and for why you're not sure, but it's pissing you off more. What right does she have to be angry? It was you that lost everything, not her. You were the one who had your very love ripped away from you. You were the one here on Earth while he was stuck in Hell, no way of knowing if you were alive or not. For all he knew, you had died and gone to Heaven, never to be with him for all of eternity. No, you had to find him and tell him. You had to summon him back to Earth and tell him that you're alive and well, and that you love him. No matter what it took or how long, this was something you needed to do and Veronica was just going to have to deal with that.

"I might be on a deadline," you say, grabbing your backpack and slinging it onto your shoulder. You don't wait for her as you head to the hotel room door.

"What do you mean?" she asks, nearly tripping as she tries to get dress in a hurry to follow you.

"His book was stolen, taken. That means whatever is trying to stop me from summoning him will be trying to keep me from finding other ways to get to him." It made sense to you. Ever since your encounter with the angel, her words a solemn warning, you knew time was against you. Your jaw tightens as you remember what she had said, 'Let's see if you can find your filthy demon again.'

"Wait up," Veronica pants, closing the door behind her. You make your way down the steps of the building to the parking lot below. As you reach your car, you pop the trunk and toss your bag inside before slamming it close again. Veronica finally catches up. "Look, I'm sorry," she apologizes, "I didn't mean to sound -"

"Like a bitch?" you finish for her. She flinches and you sigh, turning to face her. "I'm sorry, too." Veronica pulls you into a tight hug.

"We'll find him, girlie, I know we will," she says. You clear your throat, not wanting to cry for what seemed like the hundredth time that week.

"I'm going to go return this key. Start the car for me, yeah?" You toss her the car keys and walk to the hotel front desk. There's no one here, the office empty as you look around. Shrugging, you drop the keys on to the desk. As you turn, a cold breath breathes down your spine. You whip around, ready to punch whoever is that close to you, but there's nothing.

"Hello?" you call out. You feel the same cold air tickle your neck again except now, a hand joins it, gripping your throat tightly. You raise your hands to claw at the hand but feel nothing. It's like the air itself is choking you, pressure causing your head to grow faint as you struggle to breathe.

"Turn back," a voice whispers into your ear. You feel your feet leave the floor, dangling as you're lifted up. "Go Home." Your eyes roll to the back of your head, vision going black. Just as you feel yourself slipping from consciousness, your dropped to the floor harshly, falling to your knees. You cough roughly, inhaling gulps of air to refill your lungs, chest burning.

"Are you ok?" You see an older woman come into view from behind the office desk, her blue eyes worried as she looks you over. You stand weakly, ignoring her and pushing open the door to step outside. Veronica stands by your car, messing with her phone before looking up at you. Her eyes widen as she moves to intercept you, her hands gently reaching for your neck.

"The fuck happened?" She looks past you to the office then back to you, her nostrils flaring angrily. You shake your head, stepping around her. "Was it them again? I swear, if I catch them doing it, I'm gonna -" she pauses, "- probably not be able to do anything, but I will give them an earful!"

"It's becoming more frequent," you mumble. You climb into your car, starting the engine. Pulling up your phone, you select a route to Savannah, Georgia. Veronica hops in next to you, buckling her seatbelt.

"Think we're getting close?" she asks. You shrug, placing your phone on the mount that sits on your dashboard.

"Don't know, but I like to think that's the case." You buckle up, putting the car in reverse. "Why else would they be actively trying to kill me?" The tires screech as you pull out onto the highway, headlights bright as you drive.

"I still can't believe it," Veronica shakes her head. tucking a leg beneath her. “Demons, angels, heaven, hell; I miss being ignorant to all of this.” You want to say you agree with her, that you want to return to a world where you still believed science over faith. You can’t, though. Alastor had opened you up to a brand new world and even if they skies were darker without him right now, you wouldn’t change a thing. “Are you sure it’s angels?” She tucks a leg beneath her, her arm propping on the door.

“Not really?” You take an exit that directs you towards the interstate the continue, “I’ve only met one but she made it pretty clear that all of heaven is against me.” You can’t forget what she said, her words replaying in your head. ‘Let's see if you can find your filthy demon again.’ Your grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles going white. If this was a challenge, then you were going to win and smugly rub it in her face.

Veronica shifts in her seat, grabbing the folded map sitting between you. It’s wrinkled and worn, red circles placed in different areas with notes scribbled next to them. She spreads it open, taking a look. “You said we’re heading to Savannah, right?” You nod your head in confirmation and she continues. “According to this, we’re gonna be looking for an old plantation house. Apparently the previous owners claim it to be haunted by a demon.” She shudders, putting the map back.

“Hopefully the rumors are true,” you say. You don’t want this to be just another dead end like the previous four places you’ve visited. Truth be told, they were all long shots, each destination hand picked from hours of online research. You looked for everything from ghost stories to possessions, marking down the ones that seemed particularly promising. The first four left you empty handed, the rumors being just that with not a single demon to be found. It hurt, thinking all of this would be for nothing, but you had to push on. You just had to, for him.

Ignoring the way your mind wandered, you placed your focus back on the road. Traffic was nonexistent as you drive, speeds exceeding local limits to make up for lost time. As you draw closer to the coastal city, the sky starts to lighten up. It’s nearly six in the morning when you make it, traffic building as people begin to head to work. You slow down, filtering in as you hand Veronica your phone.

“Put in that house address, will ya?” you ask. As she updates the route, you search for a gas station, nature calling. Spotting a exon, you quickly park at a pump and turn off the car. “Be right back.” You step out and walk swiftly to the small building, beelining for the bathroom. You excuse yourself as you bump into a rather tall man, disappearing into the restroom for a minute. When you come back out, the same man is a few feet away, occupying himself with a random bag of chips. Normally you wouldn’t pay no mind to a stranger, but the way he’s dressed has the hair on your neck standing up.

Wearing all black and darkened sunglasses, he looks straight out of an action film, like a bad guy waiting to ambush the protagonist. You keep an eye on him as you head to the coolers, grabbing two cokes for you and Veronica. You walk up to the register and set them down, waiting as the cashier rings them up.

“That’ll be $4.35.” You pull out your card and pay, taking the drinks and heading out the door. You quickly climb back into your car, handing Veronica hers. As you start your car, you see the man walk out, looking around before pausing when he sees you. Fuck.

“Hang on,” you mumble, giving Veronica no time to react as you put the car in gear and peel out of the station. As you merge into traffic, you check your rear view mirror to see if the man followed you, but he’s still standing in the parking lot. You relax a little and focus on the road.

“The hell? We being chased or something?” Veronica asks, turning in her seat to look out the back of the car. "Is it more angels?" She starts to panic, grabbing the handle above her on the car roof.

“I thought,” you shake your head. “Never mind.” You’re being paranoid, the events earlier at the hotel being to blame, you think. The guy could've been lost or waiting for someone. Maybe you should've listened to Veronica and stayed at the hotel a few hours more. No, you think to yourself, whether or not you're actually on a deadline, you didn't want to waste any more time. You heart aches with the need to see him again, to hold him, to hear his voice call your name.

You blink back the tears and continue driving, praying to the Universe for this lead to be the one.

Whew and that's chapter 1 posted! Thank you all for the comments, likes, and support, and as always, my Dear Readers, I will see you in the next chapter~!

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alovesongtheywrote · 6 months

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holy crap girl… nightmare academia, i just wanna smush them into a locked room together AHHHHH

♥ Summary: oh man, you're not the only one. in this chapter of nightmare academia, morgan and garcia hijack a prank. [Prof!Spencer Reid x GN-Prof!Reader]

♥ Warnings: none?

♥ A/N: careful babes, the plot's getting closer

♥ Word Count: 1402

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“BABY GIRL, YOU’RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!” Morgan exclaimed as he burst into Garcia’s Batcave. He probably wasn’t loud enough to warrant all-caps, but he was definitely excited enough to warrant all-caps, and that’s why Garcia spun around in her chair, preemptive excitement building up inside of her.

“What is it? Is someone dead? Is someone pregnant? Are you pregnant? Am I gonna be a god-mom? Again?”

“What? No. Guess who I just got off the phone with.”

“Savannah? JJ? Hotch? Blake? Reid?”

“Well, it's none of those, but you’re close enough with that last one, so I’m just gonna give it to you,” Morgan leaned in, showing Penelope his phone screen as she clapped her hands together in excitement. Your name was the first one in the call log.

Garcia’s perfectly glossed lips popped open, “Is that-!? Is that Spencer’s-!?”

“And are they-!?”

“They are just as perfect for him as we suspected, if not more.”

“Wh- well, why did they call, what did they want?”

“Well, first, they wanted information on the rabies case, which I thought was weird until-”

Penelope cut him off with a gasp, “He’s using horrific case facts to keep them at a distance!”

“Something like that? Apparently, he’s using horrific case facts for quote-unquote, vengeance. The lovebirds aren't as romantic as we thought.”

"Is it a case of enemies to lovers?"

Morgan paused, raising an eyebrow, "I'm gonna need you to elaborate, baby girl."

"You know! Enemies to lovers! The romantic trope where they go from bitter enemies to the most adorable of spouses! Oh, that is right out of a rom-com!”

"Whatever you say, doll," Morgan continued, “But I'm pretty sure there aren't a lot of rom-coms that involve rabies in any capacity."

"That's because you haven't seen enough of them. Anyway, tell me more about the call! What happened next!"

"Well, initially, they told me they were a criminal justice student, but they made the mistake of using their real name.”

“What did you do!?”

“I played along with it until I asked them where they’d heard about the case- they folded fast, but I assured them that when it comes to Reid, I am the prank master.”

Garcia kept a smile on her face, even though she knew her friend was technically wrong, “I mean… technically you’re not. He beat you with that screaming thing, on the plane. Remember?”

“Oh yes, I remember. I also remember that you had a lil’ something to do with that, which means, Reid cheated and I am the prank master.”

“Well, technically I am the prank mistress- but whatever, it’s all digressions, what happened next?”

“Well, I volunteered to be a part of their next prank.”

“Which is?”

“Stealing all of pretty boy’s mugs and rigging the cabinet they’re stored in to scream at him every time it opens.”

“Ah, so this is revenge for both of you.”

“Perhaps,” Morgan’s smile betrayed the truth.

“I love it. There’s just one thing- Morgan, my lovely, do you have the technical knowledge to make that happen?”

“Well, I’ve definitely got the physical knowledge. Cabinets are easy, the mechanical parts are all in the bag- but we do need a little assistance from you.”

“From moi?” Penelope gasped, though it sounded like she had been expecting this outcome. Mostly because she had.

“We need a little bit of programming work that the genius won’t see coming. So, are you in?”

“Now that, gorgeous, sounds like a conspiracy. I’m in.”

Garcia spun in her chair, turning back to face her monitor before immediately turning back to face Morgan, “For the record, we will be sabotaging this plan so that it backfires on both of them and makes them fall in love, oui?”

“Baby girl, would I have come to you if that wasn’t the plan?”

“You would not, and that is precisely why I love you.”

You did your best not to sing the Mission Impossible theme as you carried out your part of the prank. You failed. The theme just came out of you as you took the mugs two by two from Reid’s office and into yours.

Once you’d stolen Reid’s horde of mugs, you set the trap in place. You had to be incredibly careful. Derek Morgan’s instructions had been very specific, and you followed them to the letter. While you wouldn’t usually work with the FBI, this was a special case. This was necessary.

And lord, was your little mechanism a beautiful one. You gave it a quick test, closing the cabinet door before swinging it open again- once the dulcet sounds of screaming met your ears, you slammed it shut again.

You’d done so just in time.

“Professor (L/N), I’m not sure if you’re aware, but this isn’t your office.”

“I’m not aware of anything, Reid- I mean, we’ve been over this, honey, I’m fucking stupid. Y’know, I’m starting to worry about that eidetic memory of yours.”

“Don’t,” he stepped into the office, standing with you behind the desk, “It’s none of your concern.”

The two of you stood there for a moment, close enough that you could almost feel his breath across your lips. If you wanted to, you could reach out and touch his chest- you could fuck with his perpetually crooked tie, but god, why would you?

It was clear that he was waiting for you to move. When you actually did move out of his way, it shocked him.

He kept his eyes on you, watching wearily as you wandered through the small box of his office. You examined every book and every doctorate the room had to offer- and he never stopped looking. He expected you to say something, do something, or hurt him superficially with a mean comment or a dumb prank, but you didn’t do anything.

With his focus still on you, Reid opened the mug cabinet.

Screams filled the room. Spencer jumped back, smacking into one of his bookshelves before sliding halfway down the wall. He took several books down with him, knocking them to the ground as his slender fingers grasped helplessly for purchase somewhere.

Your laughter echoed in his ears, a grating, awful, beautiful sound mixed in with the clatter of falling objects. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Adrenaline filled each and every one of his limbs.

He was going to kill you for this.

“(L/N)!” he yelled out your name, struggling to pull himself up from his half-bent position. You’d never heard him sound so angry- and you couldn’t stop laughing.

“Are you-” you wheezed, “Are you okay?”

“No! Come here and help me up!”

There he was- his voice took on a higher pitch, signalling his indignation. You walked over, offering him a hand up. Of course, he immediately pulled you down to his level. You both collapsed to the floor, you with a screech and Reid with a triumphant cry.

He sat against the bookshelf, a little dishevelled but overall okay. You just gave up, lying on the floor with your head inches from Reid’s thigh. The mechanism in the cabinet kept screaming in the background.

“So, how’d you pull this one off?” Spencer asked, speaking over your laughter.

“Made a couple of calls. Got in touch with the FBI. I’d tell you more, but I’d have to kill you.”

"Wow, you contacted the FBI about me? I must really bother you, doctor."

"Not in the slightest. You're a minor nuisance at best."

“I'm sure. So, did Morgan help you with this? Did Garcia?”

“Maybe both of them. Maybe a little bit.”

Spencer sighed, “You are all terrible.”

“I wish I could say I was sorry.”

The two of you stayed there on the ground for a moment, just listening to the sound of screaming. Then, the sound changed- smooth saxophone emanated from the cabinet. You recognized that melody. Was that? No, it couldn’t be-

“Is that Careless Whisper?”

You and Reid stayed frozen on the floor. The voice of George Michael spilled over you, barely covering the awkward silence. Eventually, you sat up and shut the cabinet. The song didn’t stop. You bit your lip, and when you spoke again it was through clenched teeth.

“Do- do your friends want us to fuck?”

“I hate to say it, but… I think they do,” he paused for a moment, “Hey, (L/N)? Where are my mugs?”

♥ Tags: @icarusignite, @usuallyunlikelyfox, @maraudersforlife2005, @fictionalcomforts

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #x reader #nightmare academia

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, unhealthy mindset, possessiveness, spoiler for the Masquerade event (obviously)

Voicelines about you, the Overseer

Cheering to yourself you looked at the screen, confirming that you just purchased the new voicelines that you were only able to purchase during this event. To say that this event was stressful was an understatement. Heck, even the app seemed like it wanted to prevent you from earning all the materials and exchanging them for the lines of text, the App crashing and freezing whenever there was the slightest inconvenience. It was also very different from what you were used to in this game. Usually it was always light content and a few sprinkles of Angst for entertainment but this time it was like someone took the game and decided to turn it into something that could only be described with “nightmare fuel if real”. With the usual content creators of the game being unusually quiet, if not to say absolutely silent, about it there were no guides to look up, no one seemingly caring to explore the new lore presented. Tapping the screen you finally accessed the voicelines, curious about what they had to say about the individual which was at the center of said event, the Overseer

What is your opinion of the Overseer?

“There has never in history been an individual, no, simply a being so just and equal as them. One could say that they might be justice itself. Now, we are more than just aware that of course such can not be the truth. When the great calamity of blooming fire happened they were making judgments about the situation and unjust actions of the people resorting out of that also based on morale. If they were justice itself they would have purely gone the path of logic. However, like the sound of the Bell of Salvation their judgment was clear and of pure heart, understanding the resulting pain of the people, guiding the judge into the right direction. Although I am not able to understand their approval of magic. But this also only shows as well that they are indeed a kind individual.”

The view of your homeland, what is your opinion on that?

“Our view of the Overseer is already one that differences in many ways, depending on the person you ask. However, we are all able I agree that they are an advocate for justice. True justice unlike that judge that was topic of many discussions due to him accepting, well how to say this... “donations”. A stain like this upon our beautiful city like that is something everyone regrets and despises. Thus I can agree on the statement that they are indeed very deeply connected to our justice system but I would go even further with this. I would even dare to say that they are the reason why we can live in such a mostly upright and kind world like our own. But how dare those heathens of Sunset Savannah to say that they are nothing more than just a representative of equality? They are much more, they are the reason why freedom even exists!”

What would you do if you ever met them?

“That is a question I am not able to give you a definitive answer upon. All I can say with certainty is that I would most likely not be able to treat them with anything below respect. I might even make them uncomfortable... Pardon me for trailing off. But simply meeting them is an honor too great for my meek and unworthy, stained self. As I said, magic is something that is not certainly good and like a stain that needs certain treatment for it finally be eradicated. I myself am such a stain, or at least stained by it. Perfect of Ramshackle, due to you being pure unlike me I will entrust you with this secret: I highly doubt that someone like the Overseer would like someone like me but what do I expect, being someone like myself? A stain, a... parasite like me is not worth it. And yet I can not stop myself from dreaming that their bright light may reach me in the darkness. Them having the kindness and patience to look upon me as they do with those that deserve such. But I doubt I would be able to share their kindness ever again... how despicable of me...”

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland rollo #twst rollo #rollo flamm #rollo flamm x reader #yandere rollo flamm #twst Rollo Flamme x reader #tw: yandere #tw: obsession #tw: unhealthy mindset #tw: possessiveness

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plutoisaghoul · 6 months

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Team Red POV Summary of Purgatory Day 1:

(Attention: Very Long post this is literally a summary of 6 and a half hour of Vods. I‘m delirious now but I hope you enjoy.)

• Team Leader: Philza Team Name: Team Bolas??!??

• Team gets spawned in a Savannah Biome

• They seem determined to win at the beginning but also are very aware of the fact that the odds are stacked against them with the amount of players missing

• They break out of the dome/spawn area to find more resources

• Slimcicle gets killed first by BBH, he was trying to find the volcano location on his own, and his descent into madness begins slowly

• Phil travels by boat to different spots and finds the furnace glitch also the terrain „glitch“

•Jaiden, Cellbit, Foolish and Baghera are gathering resources on the main island

•Carre is off also gathering a ton of resources (he did hold the one braincell for most of the time) and doing his thing

•All of them besides Carre hide their location on the map

•Slimecicle developed a skill in espionage by Discord Voice Call Chat Hopping

•Finds out that Blue Team is gunning for Carre because he was the only member of Team Red that didn’t hide his location on the map and he was on his own

•Spanish speaking Cellbit enters and warns him about it so he hides his location

•They decided to the Good and Bad Chest strat and Carre return with a bunch of resources for the team

•Foolish started a wheat farm that got destroyed when BBH and Tubbo(I believe?) attacked the camp

•Both BBH and Tubbo got killed by Team Bolas and the smell of blood is lingering in the air

•They are more then ready to kill at this point in time

•Things are looking up for them for a period of time as they come up with the plan of going to the volcano dome and essentially trying the Technoblade „making Bingo into a PVP game“ strat

•Their main target is Team Blue because Team Green (as far as my knowledge goes off of other livebloggers) have no sense of direction and can’t find people

•Carre is the PVP MVP of Team Red and stacking up the kill count

•Slimecicle is the designated Man in the Chair for Team Red and actively trying too figure out how the percentage system works with the help of Cellbit

•They figured out that when it comes to the Global Tasks (the tasks that you submit to the Volcano Dome) are only really useful if hold it last when the server closes or you level up the tasks to the point where it becomes increasingly more impossible for the other teams to submit the amount of items needed (so you technically still hold it when the server closes)

•Once one of the Global Tasks is submitted they reset in about 8 to 10 minutes with an increased amount of items (kind of like villager trades work)

•They take out a view members of Team Blue and steal the Resources needed for some Global Tasks

•They decided to camp the dome for the cool down of the tasks meanwhile Foolish, Baghera and Phil are trying to farm for the Carrots, Potatoes and Apple tasks

•Charlie got caught spying on Team Blue but still got the vital information that they need to also gather the farming tasks

•Thinks started to look up for Team BOLAS??!??

•Charlie decided to spy on Blue again although he already got caught once

•Baghera finally got an Apple from an Oak tree (I don’t know if it would be possible to craft apple trees on Purgatory or if the decided to remove the mod for that but it would have been infinitely easier to bone meal the apple tree than punching all the leaves from oak trees) meanwhile Foolish mistakes a golden nugget for a potato (This quest is kicking their ass real hard)

•Cellbit got killed by a Nightmare Stalker Phil got fucking flashbacks to the nightmare with Chayanne and Tallulah

•They are also constantly running out of food too

•They find out that you can’t claim the missions you have already done on the Global Tasks

•Phil describes to the Team the Cheese Strat of the default terrain and ship looting

•Carre reports an enemy looting Cellbits dead body it was Jaiden though lol

•Team Red says everybody has to die even Missa (Missa is on blue team but hopped into Red teams call on Discord to tell them that he loves them)

•They also talk about how stressed they all are like they think it’s cool but it’s stressful(I think it’s first day jitters of being in the Purgatory)

• „This event is going to bring out the worst in me“ - Charlie Slimecicle

Phil like a menace in the background YES *evil laugh*

•They talk about the fact that their team is actually not THAT bad at Pvp because they have Carre, Phil and Foolish and Cellbit talks about training Pvp

•Bad arrives at the Dome they are not concerned though

•Charlie designated Man in the Chair is running the numbers on the percentages and reports to the team with not good news: „I think it’s who holds it at the end“

•“So it appears that the meta is cocks“

•They are making the Strat of grinding a shit ton of the materials needed for the Global Task, figure out when the Tasks run out, and turn in the materials when they are about run out of time to hold it in the end

•Blue Team arrives at Global the voice call turns into panic (it’s Tubbo, Pierre and BBH)

•Foolish gets frustrated at the lack of potato drops by killing Zombies

•Charlie is infiltrating Blue Teams Voice Call again while he’s malewifing loaves of bread at there Spawn area

•Blue Teams Voice Call reveals that they are trying to engage Red in a fight at the Dome

•Tina let it slip that it’s a good thing that Bad, Tubbo and Pierre are out at the sphere distracting them from coming to their base and possibly destroy the farms (That slipped over Charlie’s head)

•Tubbo catches Charlie in their VC

•meanwhile the rest of them seem to be grinding for the tasks still

•Roier jumps into Red Teams VC to get their coordinates (Green Team is stacked with people good at PVP but very bad at directions) Cellbit replies with „Just follow your heart“

•Carre and Roier seem to be insulting each other? (I don’t know Spanish that well but since there was a lot of Pendejos in the sentences it seems like it)

•Baghera just now figured out that she can make an apple tree (seems like they didn’t remove that mod on Purgatory)

•Blue Teams turning in some tasks they decided to engage in a fight

•Pierre was killed by Foolish he is stealing the 12 potatoes off his dead body

•Blue Team retreated after that

•Foolish decided to bone meal the potatoes so he has more than the 12 needed for the task to be able to grow more

•Charlies voice is fucked up and Baghera is almost finished with the apples

•Charlie after making a bunch of bread back at Spawn decides to rejoin the Team at the Sphere to drop of the food and water for the rest of them

(Authors Note from me we are incredibly near the descent into madness of Team Red everything has been pretty chill so far but things are going to ramp up quickly for them)

(( also I just noticed that Baghera did the apple quest near their base so that’s totally my fault for getting it wrong))

•Jaidens Chat calls Charlie „Momcicle“

•A Death Message in Ingame Chat of Pierre appears and Baghera decides to teach the team the word in French for „when you’re happy that someone has bad luck“ (In German that would be ‚Schadenfreude‘ or being ‚schadenfroh‘ which literally translated into English would be ‚damage happy‘ FUNFACT)

•They are talking about the fact about how good they are doing right now

•After being lost Green Team arrived at the Sphere the VC turns into panic mode

•This is where they start to unravel

•The first to be killed is Carre he was slain by Roier

•Etoiles and Bagi are trying to flank Jaiden

•Etoiles is actively chasing Jaiden

•Meanwhile Baghera was getting chased by Tubbo on her way back to the Sphere with the apples but Charlie got there in time

•Cellbit was killed by Fit also he ran out of food

•Fits trolling him in InGame Chat (the 2b2t player never left) and Cellbit is actually trying to get a 1v1 out of him

•Green Team is geared up and ready to get blood on their hands (they seem to have enchanted gear and Diamond armor)

•Phil’s just gathering resources back at Spawn the only members left at the Sphere are Foolish and Jaiden (who is getting tailed by Etoiles)

•Charlie was killed by a Zombie while fighting Tubbo

•Tubbo seems to have this Fish boots that make you swim insanely fast

•Etoiles finally killed Jaiden but gives her probs in InGame Chat because she was not missing her jumps while running away from him

•Charlie is grieving his loaves of bread

•Everybody is now back at Savannah Spawn

•Charlie is trying to get back to his dead body

•Tubbo interrupts Charlie’s travel and tells him that Bad might have taken his MDA (the interface where you can check your personal tasks and the global tasks wherever you are) and is trying to convince Charlie to let him kill him for the points

•Carre came to help him or was trying to get to his dead body (I couldn’t tell) but got killed by Tubbo Charlie tried to loot Carres dead body but got killed by Tubbo as well

•They are talking about if it could be that Green and Blue teamed up on them and that Blue is close to their spawn

•The disaster thing pops up and Jaiden says „I hope they are suffering I hope they burn“ it was indeed the Burning Sun disaster

•Charlie and Baghera are in the hot tub again aka the water pool near their furnaces at spawn

•Jaidens buying Strawheats and decides to become the King Of Pirates (it’s the One Piece Quote)

• Baghera „Wait the merchant house is burning“

Charlie „Honestly fuck them“

•They are talking about possibly coordinating their stream times

•Slimecicle gets murdered in cold blood by BBH while he was chilling in the pool

•Foolish „Damn Blue fuck off go to Green“

•Charlie „I‘m going to verbally assault them“

•Charlie gets killed by Tubbo

•Baghera gets killed by Bad and Tubbo kills Charlie again

•They focused on Phil and are double teaming him he gets away though by Cellbit covering for him

•Meanwhile a familiar Death message pops up in InGame Chat „Slimecicle was slain by BadBoyHalo“

(Quick Authors Note: I‘m pretty much against Spawn Camping people that’s just not cool behavior in my opinion. And after the first day ended everybody that was still awake chilled in a call and they pretty much agreed that the teams should have safe area where they can’t be killed so I guess we will find out if this thing changes.)

•Tubbo died from falling from the tree that he fucking pearled up to (that was on fire from the Burning Sun disaster) I guess that’s fucking karma

•“Hey Phil I‘ve got something for you my beautiful baby boy.“ Charlie as he tosses him bread

•They are marking Team Greens Base and are giving Phil (who is the only one that hasn’t died yet) the apples that they looted from Tubbos Body so he can run to the Sphere to do the global apple task

•Charlie decides to join Phil on his mission „Phil this is fucked up Phil. You don’t do this to a roleplayer“

•Tbh they sound so defeated right now and the spiral into madness has started

•“You know what I did? I tried to take a minute to myself and I hung out in the pool and you know what happened BadBoyHalo showed up and killed me with an enchanted diamond axe. I HAD NOTHING I HAD ONE SEED IN MY INVENTORY.“

•“I‘m gonna be real 2 weeks of this is going to destroy us.“ - Phil

„I‘m going to be honest with you Phil 5 hours already did. this.“ - Charlie

•Phil is suggesting that they should take this event as it goes and not stress about it too much. (They are talking about the timelimit the server has and how to optimize their time online with the tasks and stuff)

•Charlie completely done with his life „And guys remember to have fun“

•They are also talking about the fact that before the event started they talked about how they are not going to kill each other and as soon as they were thrown into the situation NOONE absolutely NOONE hesitated to murder each other

•Bads back at their base what is his deal really

•Foolish: „Friendships are going to end.“

•Baghera jokingly: „I always hated BadBoy. He was never my best friend.“

•Jaiden: „He took my goddamn strawhat.“

Meanwhile Foolish: „I want to kill him so badly.“

•Both Foolish and Charlie want to know where Blue Base is too possibly give them a taste of their own medicine

•“I‘m actually going to become toxic. This sucks man.“ -Charlie

•Charlie and Phil arrived at Sphere and Green is still there btw Charlie’s glitched on Phil’s screen and is still in the swimming animation (it looks so dumb I‘m actually crying out of laughter)

•Charlie got pushed by Mouse and died of fall damage

•Phil tried to gun for Bagi but Etoiles is chasing him now

•This is not the 1v1 we wanted between Codebreakers

•Also he died to Etoiles but Fit, Bagi and Etoiles were actively chasing Phil

•Fit is trying to „taunt“ Phil in InGame Chat but Phil still got the apple quest and Phil congratulated them on their 0.0002% gains

WELCOME TO THE QUOTE SECTION YOU HAVE ARRIVED AT YOUR DESTINATION OF MADNESS BEYOND BOUNDS

„Guys. I hate everyone that isn‘t you guys.“ - Charlie

„I don‘t think I can go to Brazil and look FitMC into his eyes.“ - Charlie

„This could end up in a devastating snowball.“ - Foolish

„It wasn‘t about the eggs? LISTEN I DON‘T THINK IT WAS ABOUT THE EGGS WHEN BADBOYHALO KILLED ME IN MY OWN FUCKING HOME, IN THE POOL. THAT WASN‘T ABOUT THE EGGS. THAT WAS ABOUT NO FUCKING EGGS. WHAT WAS THE POINT? WHAT WAS THE POINT OF TURNING MY HOT TUB INTO MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD.“ - Charlie

„AND WE CAN‘T EVEN PLACE BLOCKS ON HALF OF OUR OWN FUCKING LAND BECAUSE MY OWN BODIES RIDDLE THE YARD“ - Charlie

„Are you okay Charlie?“ - Baghera in a very concerned voice

„They put Forever and Etoiles, Tubbo and Pierre on the same fucking Team and than there’s me I don’t even know how to make a fucking bookshelf“ - Cellbit

„EVERYTHING I HAVE HAS BEEN GIVEN TO ME. SLIME ARMOR? I DON‘T EVEN KNOW IF THAT‘S MADE OUT OF REAL SLIME. I DON‘T KNOW WHAT MAKES THAT. I DON‘T KNOW ANY OF THIS SHIT. I HAVEN‘T ENCHANTED A SINGLE THING AND TO BE HONEST WITH YOU I THINK I ONLY EVER GOT UP TO LEVEL 3 BECAUSE THAT‘S HOW MANY XP LEVELS IT TAKES TO WARP TO SPAWN AND WHEN I GET KILLED AT SPAWN I HAVE TO BEG ADMINS TO TELEPORT ME BACK.“ - Charlie

„WE ARE IN SURVIVAL MODE AND I‘M FAILING“ - Charlie

„Can we get Spectator Mode and just be Cameraman and watch other people.“ - Cellbit

„I want you to know that was a half bit.“ -Charlie

„THER WAS A BIT IN THERE.“-Jaiden

„I think we are the cursed team.“ - Baghera

„Well, I don’t feel particularly blessed Baghera.“ - Charlie

„Hey Baghera, do you want to start a new survival world and start a Let’s Play.“ -Charlie

*after Cellbit dies to a Skelewag

„Yo Cellbit do you just wanna beat the shit out of each other?“ - Charlie

*immediately starting a stick fight till death

*Phil is off trying to loot shipwrecks to at least get some stuff, WHEN THE ADMINS START TROLLING AND SPAWN IN SKELEWAGS

„I CAN SEE WHERE HE IS PLACING THE EGGS HE IS RIGHT CLICKING THE MAST.“ - Phil

*meanwhile Charlie in the background

„CAN YOU JUST / SLIMECICLE HAPPY“

„I just want them to come back and kill us again. I want more reasons to be upset.“ - Foolish

*Cellbit and Charlie in InGame Chat

„I can‘t wait for Wilbur and German to log in ur fucked.“

„Hatsune Miku is going to rip you a new one“

„They hate us. They hate us. Quackity hates us. Maybe just kill my egg, I don’t care. I‘m not having fun anymore.“ - Baghera

„Where are you guys? Can we just huddle in a circle for the last 20 minutes.“ -Jaiden

*The random disaster thing pops up on the screen

„HOLY SHIT. KILL YOURSELFS. KILL YOURSELFS.“ - Jaiden

*They start just killing themselves on the fireplace near Spawn

„Holy Shit look at this body pile.“ - Jaiden

„Someone needs to pull on one end and untangle it like a Spaghetti.“ - Jaiden (They are talking about becoming smooth brain)

„SPAWN AN ENDER DRAGON ADMINS. FUCKING DO IT, NOW I WANT AN ENDER DRAGON.“ - Jaiden

„You guys If we all just decide to throw in the towel. We can have ourselves a good time. I‘m already there.“ - Foolish

„I will survive on a real island for 2 weeks before I do this shit.“ - Charlie

„I HAVE THE CHOICE TO EAT THIS FUCKING POTATO. AND NOT PLANT IT AT ALL. I‘M EATING THE FUCKING POTATO. IT‘S GONE.“ - Jaiden

„I couldn‘t think of a better group than you guys to be stuck in this shit with.“ - Phil

—————-

And now for the rest of the streams they decided to build a Village and become the Villagers others can come and trade Emeralds for goods.

All of them also confessed stuff on the roof of their first house that Foolish was building. Like Cellbit confessed to killing the Fed Workers and Jaiden confessed that she would kill everybody for Cucurucho.

They also decided to become a Cannibal Group and start growling and hissing at other players that come near them so they just back away automatically

They started to sing some songs and sat together and talked about the 1st day of the event.

#qsmp #qsmp purgatory #qsmp team red #qsmp team bolas #q!philza #q!cellbit #q!foolish #q!baghera #q!jaiden #q!slimecicle #q!carre

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lyrakanefanatic · 3 months

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♣️ for Grayson and phone girl please pookie 😘😘

OFCCC SINCE THEYRE MY FAVS 🤭🤭

- grayson only likes when phone girl touches his hair, and will get mad if anyone else does (bc mr. prim and perfect always has to have his hair looking nice 🙄😭)

- makes fun of him for wearing suits but actually likes them bc they make him look hot

- grayson asks for her opinion on everything and anything, even if it’s for something stupid, like “should I get this shirt?”, “what should I order? what are you getting?” and ofc “which tie should I wear?”, and it’s not really that he can’t decide, it’s more like he just trusts her judgement 💀

- back to graysons hair again, whenever he has nightmares about emily or his grandfather or something, she plays with his hair for a bit just so he can calm down 💗💗

- won’t let something slide for his brothers but will for her. like grayson will get mad at his brothers for touching his things, or for like pranking him or something like that but will be like “it’s okay ml ��” when phone girl does it. jameson pretends to be pissed off, like “ugh why does she get special privileges” but he doesn’t actually mind that much 🤭

- they both have different music tastes but start to like each others favourite artists once they listen to their music

- phone girls camera roll is filled with sunset pics, random photos and like baby pictures, meanwhile graysons is just filled with photos of phone girl (💗)

- both have amazing singing voices but phone girl HATES singing in front of people and finds it cringe and embarrassing

- but she did do it once when she finally felt comfortable enough with the hawthornes 🫶

- as soon as they became official, thea whipped out her phone and showed phone girl the video of grayson singing karaoke in leather pants. safe to say she didn’t shut up about it for a good month 👍😊

- phone girl has a really good relationship with both of grays sisters and acacia, and grayson regularly gets asked when phone girls gonna come visit them again by gigi, acacia and surprisingly savannah (sav loves her and PG loves sav 💗💗)

- whenever it’s april fools jameson and PG do a few pranks against grayson that are so creative that gray struggles to understand how they think of different unique ones EVERY. YEAR.

- PG likes limes (PLEASE tell me someone gets this joke 😭🙏)

- phone girl regularly searches up “grayson hawthorne edits” on tiktok and sends them to grayson to make fun of him 😭

- grayson has an official tiktok account that has only one post but he has a hidden account too for photography and candid videos he likes to take of PG (that surprisingly no one’s found yet)

- phone girl has an official account that she just posts on when she feels like it, but she doesn’t rlly post a lot on there either

THATS ALL THANK YOU FOR THE ASK ILY!! 💗💗

#phone girl #grayson hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #the grandest game #the inheritance games #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #libby grambs #maxine liu

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italoniponic · 7 months

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Long Live the Brother | Kingscholar brothers

Synopsis: Since Cheka was born, Falena became more aware of the fact that he wouldn’t live forever. Whenever he falls asleep in his most stressful days, he has this strange nightmare about a gorge and a stampede. As years pass by, the dream has gained more details to its story. Cheka is in danger and Leona is close to Falena, but he can’t help him — because he doesn’t want to.

Falena needs to do something about this premonition. As little as it seems to be.

kingscholar brothers / angst with hopeful ending / Lion King references / minor tamashina mina setting / ft. mention of ocs / 4,5k words / Masterlist

Notes: It’s been a while since I last talked about doing this fic but it’s finally here, folks. *sighs in tiredness* well, I asked people to vote for a type of ending so it took me a long time to write it all and come to a conclusion that felt… proper. Like, there’s room for good things to come, certainly. Hope you enjoy it!

Long Live the Brother

Falena knows he won’t live forever. It seems kind of obvious, especially when it comes to Afterglow Savannah’s oldest teaching: “we are part of the cycle of life.” It’s part of the birth-to-death cycle. Helping others in life and giving life to nature itself when one dies. To become grass, to be a spirit in the stars.

Falena thought about this a lot, especially on some extraordinary occasions in his life: the birth of Leona, the strong illness of their father and, even more strongly, on the birth of Cheka.

The kingdom’s people — among servants, guards and subjects — got used to the charismatic image of Falena. To them, the then-young king was brave and imposing, his strong smile shining brighter than the sunlight on the golden savannah. And it wasn’t a lie at all.

But there were things that troubled Falena’s mind many times. Shadows that have haunted him since the crown was placed on his head.

He was so young at the time and the books he had read during his education weren’t enough to guide his journey in the real world, where brilliant theories could fail at the first unpredictable element of nature. His father was also too debilitated to give any advice. Sometimes he barely recognized where he was in his own room.

Falena could only thank Heavens for having Maisha by his side, she being his most precious support all these years.

The couple had ruled together since they got married. They hit and missed all the obstacles in life together. Maisha was the only confidant that Falena could truly let go of his saddest thoughts and worries. She didn’t demand from him any perfection of his royalty. Maisha would let him just talk to her and it was those moments that made him happiest.

That had been their dynamic since they met at a diplomatic ball a long time ago. The then-prince purposely hid himself from Kifaji just to show the stars to the princess who befriended him.

And it was a mutual, strong feeling. Maisha wouldn’t trade Falena for anyone. Her love was true, overcoming any circumstances and problems they encountered along the way. Proof of this was the birth of Cheka.

It was an unforgettable day. The kingdom celebrated it as if it were the sunrise after a long period of darkness, the rain after a long period of drought. Both of them were so happy with their little cub. Falena thought of Cheka as the light in his difficult life as king. Unfortunately, with the King’s health worsening, Falena found himself again thinking about life and death.

The shadows gained strength and that’s when the nightmares began.

It wasn’t constant dreams. They appeared mainly after a long and stressful day. When everything seemed about to fall apart, when the difficulties of the kingdom weighed on Falena’s shoulders.

It started simply with him lost in a crowd. People were running over each other, everyone was confused and frightened — and he was being slaughtered by all of them, trampled underfoot.

Then it switched to something else. Falena heard Cheka’s screams and desperately ran to save him. Sometimes he managed to get the little boy to a safe place on the rocks. Other times, they didn’t survive. But in either scenario, Falena would lose his life.

No matter what he did or how hard he tried, everything or only his life slipped through his hands. His son’s screams would turn to tears as Falena collapsed into his own unconscious sleep. It was tortuous. He wanted to answer his little one, to say that everything would be fine — but in what voice? With what kind of force?

As time passed, a new character came to his dreams: Leona.

He almost always stood aside, just watching the scene unfold in front of him. But sometimes it was he who first warned him of the danger that Cheka was in, and with this, Falena ended up finding himself in the midst of that frightened crowd.

Whenever he woke up from these nightmares, Falena usually took a deep breath and tried to comfort himself in the fact that if something happened to him, Leona could take care of Cheka and Maisha in his place. Without a doubt, he would leave the kingdom safely in the hands of his younger brother.

There was no other person Falena wouldn’t trust with his own life and that of the people he loved most.

Then, at a certain point, that nightmare repeated itself.

Falena had managed to lead Cheka to the rocks, away from the tumultuous crowd where he could be safer. But he himself fell among the stampede again. In a last effort, Falena jumped up and clung to a high rock.

Relief washed over his face when he saw Leona on top of that very stone, safe enough to pull him away from danger.

“Leona...! Brother! Help me!,” Falena pleaded.

But Leona only gave a contemptuous smile in response. With all the calmness in the world, he crouched down and dug his nails into the knuckles of Falena’s hands, making him scream in pain.

“Long live the king,” then Leona gave a long and dangerous smile like he had never given before, looking deep into his older brother’s eyes.

Falena felt afraid of the shade of green in Leona’s eyes. Green in the shade of poison, pure burning sulfur. He wasn’t his brother. Leona wasn’t like that! In front of him was just the picture others painted of him.

Falena heard so many times from the servants that this was who his brother was going to become. A corrupt, envious boy who would bring drought and disgrace to the kingdom. It couldn’t be! Leona wasn’t like that. He would never hurt Cheka, nor anyone.

Or would he?

Suddenly the pain in his hands had stopped. The distance between them increased. Was Falena falling? Leona no longer held him. He was watching his fall with a dark, victorious look. A scream was heard in the distance. Falena has never heard the word “no” pronounced so painfully before.

He wasn’t sure if it was coming out of his own mouth because the voice he was hearing was from Cheka. But Falena kept falling until he finally hit the ground and thousands of feet passed over him. The pain of being trampled on was nothing compared to his heart being shattered inside.

Falena didn’t want the crown if it meant leaving his son and wife alone. He never wanted to.

Before he knew it, he had already left his brother once. He didn’t want to leave him again.

His voice grew faint before the noise of the stampede above him. Both when he was young and when observing his kingdom, it was the only time when the people’s voice surpassed his light. What began with the servants losing patience with the young second prince, turned into real complaints and fear with his magic.

Falena didn’t know what to say to them. His brother was young, that was all. But as Leona seemed to worsen in behavior, Falena lost the basis to defend him. And with the accumulation of royal responsibilities, he lost sense of time.

One day, Leona was already a full-fledged teenager who didn’t have the slightest motivation to do anything. The chess that Falena taught him with great joy became a game that his brother played alone — because he had no one by his side and no one wanted to be near him. Leona acted as if he were a stranger in the palace, a being who didn’t belong there.

But he was part of the cycle, he was a vital member of the family. Falena still held that truth in his heart. At the end of the day, he didn’t have more time to bring him back? Was their bond already broken beyond repair?

What would be left of all this would be for Leona to let him fall over the abyss of death, more than content to see the color of his eyes shine for one last time?

“Dad!”

Then Falena woke up. He was alive after all. His heart was pounding hard enough to be sure of it. The sun shone brighter than ever through the office window. He should have fallen asleep unintentionally. His rest time has been getting worse lately. Everywhere he went he had a problem to solve, and if he ever stopped to rest, he felt guilty for it.

But there was Cheka holding his arm tightly, jumping endlessly with excitement. His eyes let out sparks of joy. It was almost nostalgic — at one point, in a room full of books, another boy called his brother to take a break from his studies and talk to him a little bit.

“Dad! Uncle Leona arrived with friends!,” the little prince announced happily. “Can Naru and I play with them? Can we?”

Seeing Cheka smiling gave some cheer to Falena’s poor suffering heart, though the mention of his brother couldn’t have come at a worse time.

“Go with Monti and Zakki to talk to your uncle. I... I’m going soon.”

“Okay!”

“Ah! Cheka!”

The boy stopped in his tracks when his father called his name, his orange hair with yellow edges swirling like rays of midday sun. He was the perfect blend of his parents, a gift from Heavens to them. Falena took him in his lap and kissed his forehead.

“I love you, son. Be careful, okay?,” he asked. His voice was a little hoarse.

“I love you too, dad!,” Cheka kissed his father’s cheek. “And don't worry! I’ll be with uncle Leona.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of...”

Maisha entered at the right moment when Cheka ran out of the office. She had overheard part of the conversation. And her worry only worsened when she saw her husband’s forlorn countenance.

Falena held his face in his hands, trying to catch his breath. He couldn’t believe what he’d just thought about his own brother. His stomach felt heavy and empty at the same time. He was feeling bad in so many different ways that he didn’t even know where to start. His thoughts collided like an onslaught of hyenas, tearing at his flesh and gnawing at his bones.

“It was that nightmare again?”

The desolate king felt his wife’s hand massaging his shoulder, conveying comfort and solace. Falena raised his eyes to Maisha, her presence always welcomed on any occasion.

She went around the chair where her husband sat to be closer to him, and he held her waist, resting his head on her belly as he did at the time when she was pregnant with their precious son. His hair of a strong and intense orange cascaded down, confusing itself with the dress of the finest fabric that his queen wore.

Maisha caressed Falena’s head, patiently waiting for him to find words to express himself.

She never rushed or pressured him. She knew it wouldn’t do any good. Few queens in the world could say that they loved their husband so much that they wouldn’t mind supporting them unconditionally as Maisha had done for a long time.

They never changed, they just got stronger together. Maisha had the same long, naturally slightly grayish-beige hair with strong yellow tips and the kind, wise caramel-colored eyes she had when she was young. The eyes Falena most wanted to face at the moment.

The time that passed wasn’t as long as it felt. For Falena, it seemed like an eternity before he told Maisha every single thing that happened in his nightmare. When the story came to an end, husband and wife stared at each other in deep silence.

“I failed Leona... terribly,” Falena sighed. “I’d let them say what they wanted of him…”

“Falena, dear. You always defended him the best you could, I know that. Leona... actually, you two are very complicated. All this palace’s life is. What they subjected to a fifteen year old and a five year old boy is unforgivable,” Maisha said.

“But there’s nothing else we can do.”

The woman bit her lip. She understood the feeling well, those shadows that haunted her husband. That’s what she was most afraid of, too. She had known Leona for a long time and, luckily, he came to respect her more than anyone in his life.

However, respect was still too little to meet him in the desert and drive him back home. Maisha didn’t just want to be Leona’s sister-in-law. She wanted to be his older sister. But he despised his own brother by blood, so what would she — as the family’s outsider — needed to do wrong to fall into the same bad graces?

“What can you offer a man who has everything but wants nothing?,” Maisha suddenly thought out loud.

And Falena grasped this thought as if it were dry leaves that the wind brought in the afternoon. The royal spiritual adviser, Chinaza, once said that those said leaves were messages from the Kings of the Past — and in reality, the old baboon wasn’t so far from the truth.

With the words of his wife in mind, the king began to think calmly about everything. Over the years, he offered Leona various kinds of gifts. Books, chess boards, expensive items of clothing, dinners with his favorite meats and everything else he had at his disposal to give to his precious brother. It wasn’t just charity. He knew Leona deserved it all.

But it must have looked fake in the young man’s eyes. Deep down — and the nightmare didn’t help this feeling — Leona should despise all these gestures.

It felt like Falena was patching up the past, as if all they had been through was an old tapestry that just needed extra thread.

“What is the one thing that a man who despises all things, because he feels himself to be despised, most wants?,” Falena asked back as he got up and looked out the window.

They were at the highest point of the palace, from where they could see the whole kingdom and everything that the light could touch. Maisha rested her head on Falena’s shoulder and he leaned on her equally, both with their gaze lost in the horizon.

“I have no idea, my love,” the wife replied.

“I think I know what to do... well, I think” Falena swallowed hard. “It’s not much and I honestly don’t know how much Leona will like or understand it…”

“What are you talking about?”

“Our father used to say that diplomatic apologies require more than an emotional and well-crafted text. That’s not what touches people. It’s the process, the small steps you take along the way. If you never cross the desert, you will never come home.”

“Alas, you ramble a lot sometimes,” Maisha said but began to smile as she saw her husband’s face recover its grace. “Will you start with the small steps then?”

Falena took a deep breath, filling himself with courage. He would.

Better late than never.

If anything, Leona’s patience could be more succinctly described as a worn-out tapestry.

It had interesting embroidered drawings, making smooth lines on thick thread and had the colors of the sunset. In the old days, it had impressive strength. But he couldn’t say the same in the present though. A lion cub had snatched the edge and began to tear it apart, leaving bristles exposed and easy to fray.

Which settled Jack to be the only one — by their side at the moment — who was actually concerned about the dorm leader wanting to rip apart his own nephew running around him in a fit of pure childish energy.

Meanwhile, Kalim was distracted by all the beautiful landscapes around them in the huge palace. Naru, the lioness-friend of the little prince, was explaining everything to him — and on certain occasions, she would take a look at her best friend and smile at him having fun.

But, perhaps, what was doing more harm to Leona’s nerves was the indescribable delight in which Lilia and Vil were watching them near the balcony. They both had different kinds of smiles but seemed equally amused by his look of distress.

Was that Leona’s penance for being himself in the NRC? Or were they joining life’s queue to piss him off?

“Cheka!,” suddenly a powerful voice made its entrance.

“Dad!”

Leona had his chair turned away from the entrance, but as he turned around, he was for a very brief moment happy with his brother’s arrival. All to get Cheka away from him, especially.

He then took a look at the colleagues he brought along and observed their reactions of respect and admiration at the arrival of the king. He wasn’t particularly impressed himself.

Falena might be the most imposing “Lion King” in all of Afterglow Savannah’s history but Leona would always see him as his annoyingly enthusiastic older brother.

“Dear friends!,” Falena greeted the boys with a smile. “Could you let me steal Leona for a moment?”

This was such a surprise that the second prince turned his head back.

“Oh, we don’t mind, Your Majesty,” Vil spoke for the group, smiling politely.

Leona rolled his eyes. It was like he was being handed over like a pesky stray cat off someone’s backyard.

Jack was thinking of a form to add any type of positive comments — to at least take that very impression out of the room — but he remained silent as the dorm leader assured him in a simple hand gesture that it wasn’t necessary.

Falena noticed this as his brother stood up. Every one of them had their own opinions on Leona. Well, mixed opinions it seemed. Personally, he would like to know how his little brother was doing at Night Raven College — but he would have to wait a bit longer to hear about Leona’s school adventures.

Falena waved a goodbye to Cheka and Naru, leaving them in the hands of their caretakers, the meerkat-man chamberlain Monti and the warthog-man cook — who also acted as the little prince’s personal aide — Zakki, and the remaining boys.

Then the brothers left the balcony and walked through the halls in complete silence. No one dared disturb their course. Even a falling leaf could be heard in the distance.

After a few minutes of walking beside his brother without facing him, Leona eventually realized that they were walking through more and more empty corridors inside the palace. Places he almost forgot existed. It seemed that they had crossed the entire construction when Falena opened for him a door hidden behind a large dark red wall-tapestry.

Behind the secret passage, there was a large field that was part of the royal estate but remained in the shadow of the towers and higher floors. Further away, Leona recognized a part of the field with a large tree as the marking for the Cemetery of the Kings of the Past.

“Why did you bring me here?,” he finally spoke to his brother, although he had a confused frown on his brows.

“It's a quiet, peaceful place,” Falena said. “Because it’s the Royal Cemetery, anyone who does not consider here an inhospitable place certainly knows that it is sacred so even servants and guards would never think of looking for a secret passage or opening the door.”

“So what?”

“I wish you could find rest here.”

Because Leona had a tremendously surprised expression, Falena added quickly:

“N-no! I’m not talking to you to rest forever here! No way! Please don’t even think...!,” then he took a deep breath to recompose himself. “What I mean, Leona, is that here it will be much easier to hide from the palace than in your room. Cheka is terribly afraid of those hallways, even if he won’t admit it.”

It was Leona’s turn to take a deep breath and facepalm, bewildered by that whole situation. He had not confused Falena’s words — though, come to think of it, it would indeed be a strange thing to say normally — and remained in the dark as to why he was being introduced to that place.

“Are you letting me stay here? Is that it?,” Leona questioned.

“Yes. Consider it my holiday gift.”

“Have you... gone insane? Is the crown so heavy that you hit your head on the floor one of these days?”

Falena bit his tongue, trying not to be discouraged in his convictions, nor to let himself be contaminated by the acidity of his brother’s words.

Leona could be an excellent diplomat when he wanted. Emphasis on “when he wanted”. But what was occurring at the present moment was no disaster of etiquette. It was how Leona usually talked to his older brother.

Sarcasm and irony were always at their peak. Boredom dictated the harmony of his voice. And, above all, resentment oozed through the thorniest sentences like burning sulfur.

Falena could feel it more than ever. They weren’t just brothers who couldn’t get along like normal families had. There was a large scar between them, completely exposed and fragile.

There was no point in pressing mere band-aids there, hoping to disappear with the cut. Something needed to be done to improve the healing process and not allow inflammations. It would be painful and difficult. However, wasting time was no longer on Falena’s mind. If he were going to stop the blood, he should do it now.

It was then Leona felt something different when Falena looked up at him.

Anyone who might have had the chance to observe them — however deserted the place was — might have seen the reflection of the king’s normally radiant countenance. However, only his young brother was close enough to understand that it wasn’t his usual glow.

“I gave you many gifts and allowed you to do whatever you wanted in a clumsy and vain hope that... “Falena sighed but kept going. “...things could be arranged. But it’s not that simple. In fact, by trying to please you, I was making the situation worse. But Leona...!”

His voice grew stronger, pouring out all its honesty like good rain in the midst of drought and desolation.

“I don’t know what to do, that’s the truth! Maybe I’ll never know. If our father was still well, I could try to take his advice... but all this damage is already done. You walk in and out of here with your head held high but with a terrible feeling in your heart. Like this it’s not even your home.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. You don’t know how I feel,” Leona looked away, annoyed.

“Of course I don’t know! You don’t tell me!”

So Leona turned to Falena again, torn between putting the matter aside or contesting it in the adrenaline rush that awoke in his heart. Actually, he wasn’t sure what to answer. And as if Falena could finally after all those years read his little brother’s thoughts, he smiled softly.

“Talk about it when you feel the time has come. It doesn’t even have to be with me, if you don’t want to. For now, a place of silence and comfort is all I can indicate to you.”

“Indicate?”

“Yeah. Because you are still the Prince of the Savannah. You have rights like any of our bloodline,” Falena touched Leona’s shoulder and looked deep into his brother’s green eyes. “You can come here whenever you want. You always could.”

A strong breeze passed by the brothers but they didn’t move even a flinch. Small leaves of various colors, dust and the familiar smell of the savannah continued on its way, as if it were a ghost of one of the Kings of the Past who wanted to spy on the strange scene unfolding there on sacred territory.

Gently, Falena’s hand left Leona and joined his other hand. He wasn’t feeling cowed at least. On the contrary, he was satisfied for the first time with an action he did. His smile didn’t waver.

“Well, if you want to take a break, I’ll let your friends know and…”

“Falena,” Leona called.

He mirrored his older brother’s expression with his words. For a moment, Leona felt like a child again. Not in the sense of feeling small and powerless. But, as it was in the old days. The good times when things were in their place and Falena still had time to afford to teach him to play chess.

“Thanks. Or something like that.”

Leona stared at a distant spot in the landscape, not looking directly into Falena’s eyes.

He didn’t feel ready yet for that type of situation and had doubts about his brother’s intentions. He never thought he would say that, but hanging out with his classmates and holding his own patience seemed much easier than dealing with the scars of the past.

But something inside him knew that Falena understood what he was doing. It could be a part that Leona hid from his own peripheral vision on purpose, almost always to the point of completely forgetting its existence. Yet it was still there inside him.

“But I’ll have to leave it for another time. I have to lead a pack of warthogs’ backsides to a festival, remember?,” Leona retorted, going back to the exit. “Later. Who knows.”

Falena let out a laugh that made his brother stop for a moment. He looked like he was going to comment on something but then gave up.

“Well, always feel welcome. And I’ll be watching it all from somewhere. Above all: have fun, Leona!”

And then, Falena gave the biggest smile Leona had ever seen before. Perhaps it wasn't just an impression that his aura of majesty was different. It wasn’t like it got any worse, though.

It was as if an immense weight had left Falena’s shoulders and he rejuvenated like the dawn sun as he reached for his little brother’s step. They continued without saying anything on the way back, following the path in a very rare and comfortable silence.

It was the first step towards a new ending.

Falena also felt a different energy coming from Leona and his gaze accompanied him throughout the visit, questioning within himself how people couldn’t even see the resplendent light coming from Leona. Or maybe they did — it was his final conclusion — and they didn’t know what to make of it.

But Falena knew. And he felt a deep joy to have a younger brother like Leona. Smart and strategic, able to stand on his own two feet, courageous. Even friendly — although the boy didn’t like to admit it.

For the first time in a long time, Falena could have a peaceful night of starry dreams. He never had that nightmare again. He was dreaming of a bright future ahead. Some moment in time when Leona could feel happy doing whatever he wanted. Where Cheka would be a wonderful king and Maisha would still be there by his side.

And Falena would live long to see all this.

Special notes: Uh, I haven’t actually watched anything from the Tamashina Mina event so I don’t even know if they acknowledge Falena’s presence at some point. But this is what I think happened. And I feel particularly relieved about writing this story bc I love Falena due to my memories of Mufasa. I don’t think canon will ever prove me wrong but even so, this is the version of good ol’ Falena that I love the most <3 Thank you for the attention!

#twisted wonderland #falena kingscholar #leona kingscholar #cheka kingscholar #twst fanfic #angst #angst with a hopeful ending #platonic relationships #family relations #savanaclaw #cherry's writing #cherry's mumbling about twst

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Ɩ Ƈ𐤠Ɲ'Ƭ ƁƸ Ⳝ𐤠Ɗ ❣ Kim Taerae

❥𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex!Kim Taerae x gn!reader

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❥𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, Angst, Exes to Lovers

❥𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: idkakpfkpmwpnr

❥𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: I Can't Be Sad by Savannah Sgro

❥𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ILLIT's Moka

❥𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Reader keeps bumping into their ex, Kim Taerae, everywhere since their break up. And each time, Reader puts on a facade to prove that they aren't sad and are over him already.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬!

"𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮'𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜"

Everywhere you go, you seem to run into your ex. It was weird, you two had been broken up for at least a month now and for some reason, everywhere you went, he'd somehow also be there.

You two had swore to have no contact with each other after the break up, both mutual on that agreement. But it was like fate was playing a sick joke on you and him. At first, you thought maybe he was stalking you, maybe he wasn't over you. But that suspicion was cleared when both of you accused each other of it at the same time, and you both realized that it was just a coincidence.

But these "coincidences" kept happening and it was becoming creepy, it was like you two had some invisible string that attached you two and wherever you went, he was there too. And wherever he went, you somehow needed to go there at the same time.

"𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙩"

It was all a bit much for you as well, while Taerae seemed to have no problem moving on from you and acting like you two never happened, you were the opposite. You were still in love with him and it hurt a lot. Especially when you'd encounter him on dates with new people every time you had these "coincidence" meetings.

It got tiring for your best friend, Moka, too. Seeing you still in love with a man that broke your heart, she just wanted you to be happy. But there wasn't much she could do except comfort you.

At first, she tried getting you to go on blind dates with a few of her friends who she personally thought was a match made in heaven. "You're insane, Moka" You sigh as you stare at her phone that she shoved in your face, Moka giggles mischievously. "Trust me on this one" She takes her phone and back and you sigh again, nodding your head.

Only for you to return home that night with an annoyed expression. "Didn't work out?" Moka nervously smiles at you, you rolling your eyes at your best friend. "It was a nightmare, i did not like him at all." You groan, placing your head on Moka's lap as the girl guided her hand through your hair in comfort.

"Maybe i'm just destined to die alone, maybe Taerae was the one and it was just the right person, but wrong time. Y'know?" You say, beginning a wave of tears build up in your eyes. Moka rolling her eyes, having heard this story multiple times. "Come on Y/N! He isn't worth anything, you need to get over him. You are gonna find someone else who will treat you just right, trust me!" She encourages you, pulling you into a hug.

You sniffle, hugging her back with a small smile on your lips. "Thanks Moka".

"𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 "𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚". 𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧"

The first encounter with Taerae after your break up was when you were out with Moka, you both visited a small café for your best friend anniversary. You two had known each for 8 years now and you two went to this new café that had just opened up to celebrate that.

As you stepped inside the small, cute and cozy café however, was when your world came crashing down. Your eyes landed on an all too familiar red jacket, and when your eyes trailed up to the face of the man wearing that red jacket, you felt your heart stopped. It was Taerae.

Moka wonders why you stopped walking, looking at your face and failing your eyes to also have her eyes land on Taerae. A glare placed itself on her face, she dragged you to a booth in the back and say you down. "Y/N, stay here. And don't stare at him! You need to get over him, i'll order for us" She says, patting your shoulder as all you could do is nod in response.

"Why is Taerae here?" You silently groan to yourself, holding your head within your hands. Your eyes we're still puffy from crying and no amount of makeup you and Moka tried to use could hide that, and seeing Taerae just made a fresh wave of tears begin to build up in your eyes.

And as if the situation couldn't get even more worse, Taerae's eyes end up landing on you when his date went to the bathroom. He was just as shocked seeing you there, and when you felt your eyes subconsciously move back over to where he was seated, despite Moka's strict words not too, your eyes locked into each other.

You felt your breath stop, how could someone look this good. It was unfair, he looked happy, charming and like he was doing great. You, however, were a complete mess. The total opposite, like day and night.

But you had something that Taerae had told you countless times he liked about you. And that was your pride. While you would break down and cry to Moka all day and night over him, you'd never let him know that. Who would to any of their exes?

"𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮"

So that's what you'll do, you put on this facade that you're doing good too. To make it seem like your break up was nothing but a tiny pebble in your road. Moka would soon return to your table, placing the drinks and food on the table and you acted like you and Taerae didn't even look at each other, focusing on a deep conversation with Moka.

"You can set me up right?" You said loudly, Moka was confused, until you hinted towards Taerae with your eyes and that's when it clicked for her, a small smile on her face. She could go along with this game, and so she did. "Yeah, he said you're pretty cute, i've set up a date for you two" Moka replied back, her tone equally as loud. Just loud enough for Taerae to hear.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see Taerae shift in his seat, his eyes not in your direction but you could tell he was listening. You dated for a year, of course you knew him. It was working in your favor, because you saw Taerae try and take a quick peak in your direction. He had fell for the trap.

"Great, i'd love to go on it" You smiled, as you and Moka mischievously smiled at each other. There was no actual date, it was all a facade to make Taerae jealous. A bit toxic of you to do that yes, but you didn't care, you were all in now and you weren't backing out.

"𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣, 𝙣𝙤 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮"

The second encounter with Taerae was at the local park near your house, it was like a safe place for you. You'd come here when you just wanted to be alone and drown away in the sound of nature and the families that frequent here to let their children play. It was nice, but that all came crashing down when you opened your eyes for a split second and found yourself staring at Taerae, who stood on the field a bit far from the bench you were seated on.

Why was he even here? He lived quite a bit away from where your shared apartment with Moka was, so why was he here? You were sure this would be a safe place that even Taerae couldn't bother you in. But obviously, that was incorrect.

He seemed to be laughing and conversing with two little kids, Taerae didn't have children, so you started brainstorming different ideas. And you came to the conclusion that they must be his family. You groaned to yourself, leaning your head back and just praying that a lightning bolt of some kind would strike you down.

Standing up, you quickly attempted to make your way out of the park and back to your apartment, you already had enough when you saw Taerae a few days ago at the café, and you were sure interacting with him again would cause you to break down for sure this time. Unfortunately life wasn't very kind to you these last few days, so avoiding Taerae was hard. Very hard.

"Y/N!" A little kid's voice called you, and you immediately recognized it. It was Taerae's nephew, so putting on your best fake smile, you turned and pretended to squeal in happiness upon seeing the kid. When in fact, you were screaming on the inside. "Hey, how have you been!" You say, kneeling down, looking up to see Taerae staring at you. This was going to be a long day.

"𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩"

The third encounter with Taerae was when you passed by the street that he had first kissed you, you couldn't help but feel something deep within your stomach. It made you wanna throw up, but all you could do was stomach it and keep walking.

You tried to distract your mind with anything, anything to keep you occupied until you had completely left the street and were somewhere new. But you couldn't think of anything or find anything, and to your dismay, your eyes caught sight of a small flower patch. You felt your stomach begin to twist into a knot, this small flower patch was where Taerae had plucked up a small flower for you after you two had shared your first kiss a week after dating.

You sigh to yourself, wiping your eyes to stop any tears from falling. "You're so dumb, Taerae. I hate you" You say to yourself, the street was relatively empty, so you felt comfortable saying that out loud. But unfortunately, life had other plans for you!

"Do you actually?" A voice came, causing you to jump and turn towards the source of the voice. There he was again, Taerae. "Are you stalking me or something?" You ask, quickly putting on your facade you had forged with Moka the day at the café, you could not let Taerae see that you still loved him and that you missed him. You couldn't let your pride slip away like that.

"I could ask the same thing to you" He replied, turning towards the small flower patch you stood in front of. "You're everywhere i go, so i suspected you were stalking me" Taerae chuckles after saying that, a small laugh slipping past your lips. "I......don't hate you, Taerae" You said, causing the boy to look at you.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest and you coughed into your fist. "uhm, anyways, i gotta go. See ya!" You say, beginning to sprint down the pavement before Taerae could respond, leaving him standing alone, his eyes returning to the small flower patch you had been staring at, a similar somber expression on his face that you wore when you saw the flower patch.

"𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 "𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚". 𝙂𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙥𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧"

The final encounter with Taerae was at a house party, Moka's friend had invited her and said she could bring a plus one guest of her choice. So of course, Moka picked you. But, unbeknownst to you and even Moka, this friend of hers was also a friend of Taerae and he had been invited as well.

You would find out this information when you and Moka pulled up to her friend's house, you could hear the loud music from Moka's car and when you looked over at the house, your eyes found Taerae walking inside. At first, you thought you were just seeing things, no way would Taerae be here. No way at all.

But then you thought back to all the other encounters you two had and that made you worried, what if he really WAS here? Moka noticed your hesitation but shrugged it off as you simply being nervous, you haven't been to a party in quite a while, so maybe that was why. You told her to go on ahead and you'd catch up.

That was when you looked at yourself in the rearview mirror, you checked your makeup and hair, made sure you were prepared for in case Taerae was actually in there. After checking that you looked amazing, you took in a deep breath and made your way inside the house.

And oh boy, you wanted to go home fast.

Taerae was in fact here, conversing with every one of Moka's friends. You and Moka were completely stunned, but of course, while Moka hated Taerae's guts for breaking your heart, she still played nice and conversed with Taerae civilly. After all, she wasn't gonna let him stop her from talking to her own friends.

You chose to keep your distance, taking small sips of the fruit punch you had gotten yourself, quietly situated in a corner of the living room. It wasn't exactly a party party, it was more like a small fun gathering of friends and you were shocked that no alcohol was present at all. But glad as well, cause you knew you'd probably drown yourself away and do something dumb that you'd regret.

The party was going great, Taerae left you unbothered, everyone was civil and the night was going fine. That was until everything flipped on it's head completely, while you were keeping to yourself with Moka occasionally checking up on you, you felt a tap on your shoulder and thinking it was Moka coming to check in with you, you turned instead to see a man. Someone you did not know at all.

"Hey, Mok- Oh, hello?" You said, staring up at the man. He was slightly taller than you and he wore this grin on his face, but something about it made you uneasy. "You're pretty cute, mind if i get your number" He said, scratching the back of your head. "Oh, uhm, sorry i'm-" You began to try and say you were here with your boyfriend, but the man cut you off before you could. "Actually, would you like to sneak off, maybe, have some fun?" He got closer to you and you felt his breath on your face.

"Can you leave me alone, please" You said, your voice small and you cursed yourself for letting him see you get like this. "C'mon, that's no fun." He said, grabbing your wrist. "Let go of me!" You shouted, causing everyone's attention to turn towards you. Moka, seeing you, her best friend, getting harassed by some creep was about to step in. But someone else stepped in faster than her, it was Taerae.

"She said to let go of her" He said, standing in between you and the man. Taerae was much shorter than the man and you could tell Taerae was just as nervous as you were. "Who are you?" The man scowled, glaring daggers at Taerae. It was silent, and you silently prayed that Taerae would hurry up and come up with any excuse in the book. "Her boyfriend" He said, glaring back up at the man.

Now that was not what you were expecting, you were going to use the excuse that you were here with your boyfriend first, but you weren't gonna say it was Taerae. Your mind was racing with a million thoughts, what if Taerae gets hurt now because of you? This man definitely looked like he could kill someone, and now what if you just endangered Taerae's life by choosing to resist the man? You couldn't live with yourself if something happened to Taerae, so you simply.....ran away into the backyard of the house.

"𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙, 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙. 𝘾𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙙"

You breathed in deeply, taking in the midnight air and trying to calm yourself. It was cold and you weren't wearing a jacket or coat of any sort, but you didn't care. You just wanted to go home.

You heard the back door open and close, so you turned towards it, hoping that it was Moka who had come to collect you, so you could go home and sleep off this horrendous night. But it was Taerae, a face you didn't wanna see, but were glad to see in one piece. "What are you doing out here?" You asked, quickly wiping away your tears.

"Still trying to keep up that facade?" He asked, standing in front of you. You froze, before glaring at him. "What facade?" You said, choosing to play dumb. "Moka told me everything." He replied, causing your previous glare to drop and a simple "Oh" to leave your mouth.

Taerae nodded, humming a little as an awkward silence filled the air. You made sure that you were going to kill Moka later on when you got home, but right now you had bigger things to worry about. "They kicked the guy out by the way" He said, giving you a small smile, and you nodded in response. "I'm glad you're okay" He continued and you gave him a small smile. "I'm glad you are too".

"Taerae" You breathed in, earning a questioning look from him. "I was putting on this facade because.....i miss you and i still love you." You said, this was it, you were really gonna spill all your guts out to him after trying to put on this tough, i don't need a man exterior. Well, now it all comes crumbling down.

"I tried so hard to get over you, i went on dates with Moka's friends, but none of them worked out. Cause they weren't you" You say, wiping your eyes again. "I know it's dumb to push all of this onto you now, after all, you've moved on. You're probably dating that person i saw you with at the café, so, just forget everything." You say, sniffling, giving a small smile before trying to walk past him.

"You're not gonna let me respond?" He said, causing you to stop. "Y/N, i'm not dating anyone. Just like you i tried going on dates with other people to get over you too, but it didn't work." His voice trails off and you stare at him with tears beginning to fill your eyes again. You may be wondering, why did you two break up if you both loved each other this much? The reason was; Taerae wanted to get married one day, to you. But you didn't want that, you told him this when he told you his plans to marry you, he saw you in his future, he saw the picket fences and the house with a dog and a cat and potentially children. But you didn't see that, you were still figuring out what you wanted and this caused an argument.

This argument caused a rift between you two and eventually, you both called it off. But you both realized how badly this would affect you two, especially you. After breaking up and going on dates with Moka's friends, you realized you wanted what Taerae wanted, you wanted to marry him cause you could now see him in your future. And Taerae realized that he still wanted you in his future and no one else.

"Taerae" You sniffled again, walking back over to him. "I realized that i wanted to marry you too, i don't see anyone else in my future but you." You laugh, causing him to laugh too. "Good, because i still want to marry you, Y/N. I love you" He says, enveloping your hands with his. "I love you too, Taerae" you blush, watching as he leans in and captures your lips with his. A million fireworks erupted inside your heart as you melted into the kiss, reciprocating it.

From inside, Moka watched with her friends from one of the windows. "Finally" She mumbles to herself, a small smile on her face.

"𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙮"

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