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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader💌

Synopsis: Y/N can sense that Chris and hers relationship might not last. When they talk will they work it out, or call it quits?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None, I was just feeling a sad Chris imagine today 🥹 shit lowkey made me tear up….it do be hitting home

Song for the imagine: Changes- XXXTENTACION

You’re changing, I can’t stand it

My heart can’t take this damage

And the way I feel, can’t stand it

Everyone knew….everyone saw it, but I chose to ignore it. Not wanting to come to terms with how Chris and I’s relationship was truly going. We were dating for two years at this point, and it just wasn’t the same. Chris was no longer mine….we just weren’t meant for each other.

This started within the last 2 months, Chris just started being different, and I feel like we almost grew apart? I was always with him and his brothers, but it just wasn’t right I wanted us to go back to normal? I’m not sure what I wanted honestly

It really started to make me question what was going on between us when their fans started commenting on their videos, their posts, my posts….making edits, and assuming things about our relationship. It made me physically sick….if it was clear as day to their fans why couldn’t I just come to terms with it?

There wasn’t any anger towards one another, but there just wasn’t any of that love we used to have….our honeymoon phase was finally over, 2 years later….. I just couldn’t let Chris go. He was all I had…he was all I ever wanted, but I knew it was coming soon.

I knew Chris was going to break up with me at some point. As a woman you just know when a man no longer has interest in you, and it broke my fucking heart.

Currently I was at the triplets house, and I just sensed this vibe from Chris all day. He was constantly in thought and anxious, and it made me sick to my stomach. I know what he was thinking, what he was plotting, how he wanted to go about it, but I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. I wasn’t sure if his brothers knew because it didn’t seem that way, but man I have never wanted to disappear more than in this moment.

I was watching Chris in the kitchen pacing back and forth, deep in thought. God I hated this, he was so unhappy with our relationship, and trying to make it work, and here I was dragging him along forcing him to do something he doesn’t want to.

Chris had finally walked down to his room, but before going down he looked over at me…..no emotions, no smile, no warmth, his eyes looked saddened and burdened like he was fighting himself to talk to me. I looked into his eyes, and looked away. I couldn’t sit here and hurt myself

About five minutes later my phone vibrated with a text from Chris

My Baby🐣

-Hey, could you come to my room I want to talk

My heart sank…I felt a lump in my throat begin to form. I just wished in that moment I was not in this position, that I didn’t know Chris, and that I didn’t put myself through this for two years.

Reluctantly I got up, telling Nick and Matt I was going down to talk to Chris. I headed down the steps and walked to his room….not wanting to enter, but I took a deep breath and walked in shutting the door behind me

He was sitting on his bed with his head in his hands…make this stop….take this pain away from us

I sat down next to him hoping he’d start talking first. I felt this overbearing feeling of nausea

“I’m so sorry” he said finally looking up

“You don’t have to be…I know where this is going” I said looking over at him

“I just….I just think we shouldn’t be together anymore” he said finally looking at me

“I had a feeling” I said rubbing my lips together in anxiety

“I just feel like we’ve grown apart. I feel like what we had was amazing and I’ll cherish every moment. You were the best thing to happen to me in my whole life, and I love you so fucking much, but I just feel like we’d be better off separate” he said getting tears in his eye

“I should’ve known sooner when everything changed. I’m sorry for that, sorry for not allowing you to feel safe enough to come to me sooner, and express how you felt” I said to him allowing my eyes to get watery

“This isn’t your fault okay. We are humans you know, we grow apart, and although it may suck it’s what’s best for us” he said letting tears falls

“I just love you so much this is hard Chris” I said letting my tears fall too

“I love you so much, okay? I’m just not in love with you anymore” he said sniffling

My heart shattered at those words. The only guy I’ve ever loved, and he’s telling me he fell out of love with me

“I just don’t understand how we got here” I said wiping my nose

“It’s normal. People grow apart, relationships end that’s just how life works, and it’s not fair, but everything happens for a reason” he said wiping his nose

“I know Chris, it’s just hard I’ve loved you for so long, and now we will no longer be together” I said crying a bit harder

“I’m so sorry, I need you to know that you’re the woman I want to want. You have no idea how badly I want that to be you” he said looking down and shaking his head while crying

“I know…and that’s okay” I said in a whisper

“It’s just I’m going to keep pursuing what I’m pursuing, and you’ll be doing what you want, and we just won’t have time for each other, and this will cause us to resent each other. I’d much rather break it off now than to ever grow any form of hate in my heart for you, okay?” He said rubbing my back and crying with me

“Yes…yes I know, and I’m so glad that you’re doing what’s best for you, but this is going to be so fucking hard. I don’t know that I can let you go” I said breaking down even more, choking out broken sobs

“You will okay baby, you will hurt and so will I, but we’re both strong and we will be okay. We will survive this, and who knows it could be the right person at the wrong time. But without taking this break we will not know this” he said wiping his nose again

“I love you Chris. I love you so fucking much” I said sobbing

“I love you, and I will always love you. You will always be my number one girl. You will always be in my life no matter what, but for now we have to take this time away from one another” he said pulling me in to side hug him

“Yes Chris. We will be okay, I will be okay. I will keep it pushing for you. You will always have my heart, and I hope that you eventually see a future with me” I said hugging his arm that was wrapped around me

“But for now you have to let me go, you have to let me let you go. I need you to do that for me” he said pulling away

I leaned away, keeping my head down and nodding. I finally lifted my head up to look into his red eyes

“Okay I can do that for you” I said crying

“You will always be my girl okay. You are my life, and I love you so much” he said smiling at me

“You’ll always be my number one guy. I love you so much” I said smiling back at him

He pulled me in for a hug, and one last kiss

“I’m going to miss you” I said pulling away from him

“I’m going to miss you too, and I hope we’ll eventually cross paths. If you ever need me just know I’m here for you okay. I will always be just one call away. I hope in a few months time we can hang out again as friends” he said smiling at me

“I hope we cross paths too, and I hope we can continue this friendship in the future” I said wiping my eyes

“We will..I’m never not seeing you again” he said laughing a little bit

“I love you” I said looking into his eyes as I choked on my words a bit

“I love you too” he said giving me a reassuring smile

“Should we tell your fans? I won’t be in the videos or with you guys anymore” I asked him

“Only if you want to” he said

“I think we should. Maybe uh you can make a post about it tomorrow, and then I will too” I said nodding at him

“That’s fine with me” he said standing up from his bed

“Okay cool. I uh think we should tell Matt and Nick” I said

“Yeah we should” he said

We both left his room, and walked to the living room where Nick and Matt were.

“Hey guys” Chris said

“Hey you guys okay?” Matt asked

“Um yeah. We just wanted to let you know that we broke up” Chris said

“Oh…” They both said

“Uh yeah it’s for the best, and we’ve decided to full on break apart, so I’m going to be taking time away from you guys as a whole” I said to them

“We’re going to miss you so much” Nick said looking sad

“I’m going to miss you guys too, but maybe we’ll eventually see each other” I said trying not to cry

“We will. I hope nothing but the best for you guys” Matt said smiling at me

I looked at them before fully breaking down

“I love you guys so much, and please never forget me okay” I said crying

“We would never. We love you so fucking much” Nick said getting up and running over to hug me, Matt getting up and joining us in a group hug

We all pulled apart, teary eyed and sad

“I love you guys, and I’ll be seeing you soon. I’m going to head out now” I said wiping my eyes

“We love you, and always reach out to us for anything” Matt said

“I will. Thank you guys so much” I said waving at them

“I’ll walk you out” Chris said wiping his eyes

“Okay” I said giving him a weak smile

Chris walked me down to my car before giving me one last hug, and then he pulled away

“I guess this is bye for now” I said, unlocking my car, and sitting in it. Closing my door and turning the car on and rolling my window down

“It’s not bye, it’s see you later” Chris said wiping his tears again

I smiled at him putting my car in reverse

“I’ll see you later then Chris” I said to him slowly backing up

“I’ll see you around” he said trying to give me a reassuring smile

“See you” I said giving him one last smile before rolling up my window, and backing out his driveway, and then driving down the road

Leaving behind the man I’ve loved for two years, the man who was my everything. Just completely driving out of his life and potentially never seeing him again. Of course we would love to see each other again, but that could be 1 year from now or 10 years from now….I allowed myself to break down in my car. This was going to be so fucking hard.

The next day Chris and I decided that he would make the post and collab it with me, so I can share it as well, but he picked the picture and wrote the caption attaching the song see you later by Jenna Raine. He posted it and within minutes the comments and DM’s were flooding in. Our post getting shared and edits immediately being made. Nick and Matt even shared our post adding comments on it, and what to expect from them now that I’m no longer in the picture. So many people accepted our decision, and so many people were sad about us splitting. Most of his fans loved us, and they were so distraught.

I hadn't read the post yet I was scared to have to finalize this decision we made, but when I did I broke down immediately

❤️nicolassturniolo, matthew.sturniolo, sturniolo.triplets and 650,000 others

christophersturniolo: I have loved this girl for the past two years of my life, and I will continue to love her. We have decided to separate as it’s what’s best for us in this chapter of our lives. We will always love one another, and we hope that one day we cross paths again. Y/N may be the right person at the wrong time, and while we figure this out we’d really appreciate it if you guys respect our privacy. She will no longer be in our videos, and we want you guys to respect that decision we have made. We love you guys dearly❤️. But most importantly I love Y/N with my whole heart….she will always be my number one girl. Even though you didn’t make it to the end of my story, I’ll always have the corner folded down on your page; because it was one of my favorites. I love you Y/N🥀

This message broke me. I loved Chris so much, but I had to let him go. I hope to see him in the future.

The End

This was pure self indulgence and now I’m sad LMAOAO. But let me know if you liked this one 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

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flowerandblood · 7 months

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The Vanity and Variability (6) (End)

[ Jane Austen • Aemond x Baratheon • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, virginity lost, fingering, kissing, smut ]

[ description: Despite coming from a family with royal blood, Aemond is forced because of his brother’s debts to choose one of the daughters of the famously wealthy general, Borros Baratheon, as his wife to save his family from bankruptcy. When he arrives to make his choice he is distraught and discouraged, made all the more so by watching from the sidelines his youngest daughter, who seems more intrigued by his dog than her possible future husband. Slow burn, sexual tension, regency and Jane Austen prose vibe, vain, self-righteous Aemond. ]

A story which is an alternative universe of The Impossbile Choice taking place in regency times (1805-1815). The characters are all the same as in the main series, however, for obvious reasons they will behave differently and experience things differently from medieval times. You can read this without having to delve into the main series.

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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After Mr Targaryen proposed to her, after she had rejected him, after he had gone to London to attend his father's funeral she cried all night thinking only of him, suffering more than she had ever in her life.

She craved his affect, she craved his affection, but she didn't want an engagement out of pity, out of guilt that he had to make amends to her for contributing to her infamy, which only the two of them knew.

She didn't want him to have the conviction that he now owed her something, that she expected him to take responsibility for her actions. She didn't want to be his burden for the rest of his life, his forced choice that he would be ashamed of deep down years later.

However, it pained her that he had left without saying goodbye, she was sure that he was angry with her and hated her, that she would never see him again, and even if she did, his attention would already be focused solely on her other sisters.

That he would no longer try to fight for her favour, rejected and humiliated.

To her shame, she noticed that at the thought of him, of that night, she felt again between her thighs this awful feeling from which it had all started.

She felt helpless as it haunted her and kept her awake until she sank her hand there, mimicking the gestures of his fingers, bringing herself to fulfilment thinking of his wet kisses on her neck, of him touching her there.

She experienced sudden, wonderful pleasure, moaning into her pillow, and then, as she calmed down, tears of shame ran down her cheeks again.

She felt dirty and sinful.

Her only consolation was Vhagar, whom he had not been able to take with him on such a swift and sudden journey, and who now never left her side, accompanying her on all her walks, sleeping with her in her bed, wailing sometimes and whimpering in her sleep, evidently longing for her master, feeling as abandoned as she did.

She was not comforted by the fact that Colonel Strong, on hearing that Mr Targaryen had left for London, began to visit them, pretending that he wished to establish a closer relationship with her brother and father.

Royce, warned by Mr Targaryen of his disturbing personality behaviour, tried to keep his distance and stay within the bounds of common courtesy, however she knew that she was the target of his visits.

Seeing him coming along the dirt road she would lock herself in her room and not come out, not having the strength to look at him or talk to him.

Eventually, however, she would feel hungry or thirsty and have to go downstairs, at which point he would immediately go on the attack, showering her with pleasantries and questions she didn't know what to do with.

She had the feeling that the more she tried to move away from him, the more excited he became, treating her like a challenge.

One day, however, he took her completely by surprise by asking her to speak to him in private. She said, looking at her brother in horror, that there was nothing she couldn't talk about in front of him, but he insisted that this delicate matter required them to talk just the two of them.

Never before in her life had she been so terrified.

They went out in front of their household, walking with a slow, unhurried step, she tried to keep a safe distance and did not look at him, glancing around, feeling her throat dry up with stress.

"You are surely aware, Miss Baratheon, that you have long been the source of my deep affectation and have aroused my great interest." He began in a soft, gentle tone, but in which there was a note of undercurrent from which she felt discomfort, there was something in his gaze that made her unable to look him in the face.

"I sincerely hope that I also aroused similar feelings in you. I have spoken to your father and he said that the decision is yours, so it is with humility and hope that I ask you to consider my proposal and agree to become my wife." He said this as calmly as if he was sure she would agree, that such a proposal was a dream for her.

All she could think about, however, was that while he had seen fit to ask her father's opinion first, Mr Targaryen had seen fit to hear her opinion on the matter beforehand.

She felt tears under her eyelids at the mention of him, looking at him thoughtfully, answering nothing. Colonel Strong grunted loudly as he walked beside her, bewildered by her silence.

"Did my proposal embarrass you that much?" He asked with amusement; she saw his lips lift in a smile. She stopped abruptly, looking at him roughly, her face expressing impatient indifference.

"Forgive me, sir, but I will not marry you. You would not be able to make me happy, and certainly I am the last person who would be able to please you." She said so confidently and directly that she herself felt astonished, her heart pounding like mad. Colonel Strong smiled and laughed nervously, as if he wanted to turn her words into a joke.

"How do you know what would make you happy and what wouldn't? Have you looked into what gives you fulfillment with Mr Targaryen already?" He asked lightly, but there was a note of accusation and threat in his voice, from which she furrowed her brow in rage, breathing loudly through her nose, her whole figure tensed.

"You are insolent. Ever since I met you at the ball you have been nagging me and making me uncomfortable. I have tried to be gentle and respectfully let you know that I am not interested in you, but since I can see that it is not working, I will be clearer. Please don't get your hopes high, sir." She articulated the last sentence out loud and turned back towards her house, outraged.

How dare he speak to her like that?

As soon as she stepped inside she pulled off her coat and ran up the stairs, running away from Royce who called after her to wait, laughing loudly and mocking her. She closed the door behind her and turned the lock, he pounded on it with his fists asking loudly if she said yes.

"No. Go away." She called out loudly and sighed heavily, irritated, throwing herself down on her bed deciding that two proposals of engagement in a week were too much for her nerves.

She hoped her words had been blunt enough and that this disgusting man would leave her alone.

What was her surprise when, at dinner the next day, she found him at her table, sitting next to Floris. Her father nodded at her, indicating for her to quickly take her seat.

"My dear, you need not be ashamed. Your sister announced to us today that she has accepted the Colonel's proposal." He said lowly with some kind of pride, and Floris squealed, practically jumping up and down in her seat with happiness, squeezing the hand of Colonel Strong, who wasn't looking at his fiancée, however, but at her with some kind of pride and contrariness.

She felt like laughing at the thought that he thought he might have aroused her jealousy.

Some part of her felt sorry for her sister's rash decision, but then she decided that perhaps similar people were attracted to each other.

For the next few days, all Floris did was talk about what a wonderful fiancé Colonel Strong was, sending her gifts and letters that she read aloud to them, wanting to frustrate her and Cassandra. And while Cassandra was genuinely concerned that she was still a maiden when her younger sister was to be married, the only thing she was concerned about deep down was not Floris, but the fact that Mr Targaryen had not written her a single letter since he had been in London.

She knew he had no reason to do so, but she was worried about him, at the same time ashamed to write to him herself after she had refused him.

She felt she had no right to bother him again.

During one of the breakfasts when Floris was just talking about the ring she had received from her fiancé they heard someone suddenly enter their house, loud, quick footsteps echoing down the hallway, and then Mr Targaryen appeared in the passage, looking at her wide-eyed, breathing heavily, raspy and sweaty after his journey, his hair dishevelled and in disarray, partly out of its black ribbon.

Everyone rose from the table on seeing him, but she felt her heart squeeze at the fact that he didn't speak, just looking at her, piercing her deeply, she felt herself turning red all over, it was clear to see how much she longed to see him again.

Her heart was pounding like crazy with happiness that he was back.

Her father grunted loudly, trying to break the awkward silence by asking him about the funeral and offering his condolences again. He replied something perfunctory, as if he couldn't focus on what her father was saying without taking his eyes off her, licking his lower lip in a quick, nervous gesture.

"− it has come to my knowledge that one of your daughters will be getting married soon −" He said forcing himself to be calm, and she felt a tightening in her throat, understanding why this sudden visit, why this rush, this look, this terror in his eye.

He thought she had said yes.

She felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought that he still wanted her.

Floris jumped up in her seat at his words, showing him her ring, talking quickly about how happy she was that her foolish sister had refused him, not even understanding how lucky she was to have as her fiancé a gentleman who lavished his beloved with so many gifts.

His shocked gaze returned to her, his eyebrows arched as if in pain and relief at the same time, he swallowed loudly, looking at her with affection, and she felt tears under her eyelids, wanting to run up to him, to hug him, to kiss him, to mutter how much she missed him, how much she wanted him to love her, to still want her.

He sat down to breakfast with them at her father's request and they all continued eating, but she was no longer able to swallow anything. Every time they cast longing glances at each other over the table, breathing hard, she had the feeling she was going to explode with excitement and joy.

He was back.

She smiled under her breath at the thought.

He had blocked her path immediately after breakfast by informing her that he wished to speak to her in private, and she nodded quickly, dreaming of nothing else. She dressed her coat quickly and joined him in the park behind their property.

She saw him looking at her from afar, standing in his long black coat, his hair piled back, tied with a black ribbon.

"I have not had the opportunity to offer you my heartfelt condolences. I am so sorry." She said softly what she had wanted to say to him for weeks, looking at him expectantly, feeling like her whole body was on fire, for some reason she found it difficult to breathe.

Mr Targaryen hummed under his breath and nodded, swallowing hard.

"Thank you, Miss Baratheon."

A momentary awkward silence fell between them, looking at each other as if they were about to cry. She saw him press his lips together, measuring what he wanted to say.

"As I understand it, you have rejected Colonel Strong's engagement." He said uncertainly, cautiously, as if he wanted to be absolutely certain that she in no way desired Colonel Strong's affections. She lowered her gaze in embarrassment, sighing heavily.

"Yes. It was probably the most miserable engagement I could have imagined." She mumbled, trying not to laugh out of embarrassment, her lips involuntarily curving in amusement as she glanced at him again, thinking only of how much joy she felt at having him standing in front of her again. She saw his lips twitch in the mischievous grin she knew so well.

"Worse than mine?"

She giggled at his words, thinking fondly of the fact that he had joked about it himself, that he wasn't angry with her, that they were still close, that they still trusted and respected each other.

"Please, sir, don't be hard on yourself. I didn't behave properly then either." She said softly, playing with her fingers, well aware that the fault lay with her as well, that she had not explained her concerns to him or how she actually felt about him.

She heard him grunt quietly, looking away, apparently wanting to change the subject.

"My father, in his will, deprived me of almost all my property, leaving me only a small country manor in Dermore. I wish to sell it and with those funds buy or rent an estate in this neighbourhood." He said calmly, and she looked at him completely shocked, feeling her own heart pounding fast.

"You're not staying in London?" She asked in disbelief, feeling hot in her chest at the thought that he would be close, that they could see each other, go for walks together.

"There's nothing waiting for me there. There's nothing there that I want. What would make me happy." He said with a slight smile, and she closed her mouth quickly, feeling heat on her cheeks, wondering if he was really implying what she was thinking.

He looked at her suddenly in a way from which she swallowed loudly, his lips parted in thought, as if he still wanted to add something.

"I hope that this property will soon be filled with the laughter of our children."

She felt his words in her mind, in her heart and between her thighs, tears of disbelief and happiness gathered under her eyelids at the thought that he still wanted her, that he still desired her, that he still wished her to be his wife.

She felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest, she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

She watched with eyes wide open, shining with happiness as he came closer and closer to her, as he grasped her hot, tear-wet cheeks in his hands, as he leaned over her so that their foreheads touched.

"My sweet friend." He whispered so tenderly, so warmly, that she just smiled, feeling like she was about to melt, her whole body trembling with emotion, her legs limp and soft at the thought that he really saw her like this.

That she wasn't just an asset he could get, a woman who could meet his needs as a man, but she was his friend.

A confidant, a companion, a protector.

She didn't even know when his face leaned lower and their lips found each other in a soft, warm, sticky kiss, so wonderfully innocent and filled with affection, longing, disbelief, joy.

"Yes." She whispered and felt him smile, in response kissing her deeper, bolder, more intensely, she raised her hands and dared to touch his cheeks, his neck, feeling at last that this was right, longed for, waited for.

She pulled away from him, feeling that if they didn't stop soon she would probably pass out from the excitement and happiness, hugging his chest, seeking refuge in his arms, which immediately embraced her tightly, his lips pressed against the top of her head.

"I need to speak to your father."

She stood outside her father's cabinet, feeling both joy and terror at the same time, hearing their muffled voices, but having no idea how the conversation had gone. She remembered what her father had said to her before Mr Targaryen had come to them, and she feared he would be harsh and unpleasant towards him.

After a moment, she heard a commotion, the door opened and Mr Targaryen came out, looking at her pale, saying that her father wanted to see her. She swallowed loudly, stepping quickly inside, closing the door behind her.

Her father looked at her intently from under his bushy, dark eyebrows tapping his quill on his desk, thoughtful. He waved his hand at her, indicating for her to come closer to him.

"Come closer, child. I'm internally torn, and I need to hear your opinion on the matter." He said lowly, scratching his chin. She sat down in front of him feeling her hands tremble and swallowed quietly, looking up at him with big eyes.

"Mr Targaryen has told me that you have supposedly agreed to accept his proposal, however I find that hard to believe. Is it true?" He asked with an air of irritation, as if it was obvious to him that his daughter would answer him that she had not agreed to anything of the sort. She smiled slightly, however, embarrassed at how comfortable she felt with the thought.

"He asked me to marry him twice. The first time before his father's funeral and the second time today. I rejected him then, but today I accepted his proposal." She said in a trembling voice feeling that she was about to cry, but not from pain, but from joy that he had come back to her, that he still wanted her.

Her father looked at her with big eyes, unbelieving that he had missed not one proposal, but as many as two.

"After all, we talked about how you don't feel ready for marriage yet. That you are…"

"I love him, father. He's my best friend." She said softly, and Mr Baratheon turned in his seat hearing the seriousness with which she pronounced the words. He swallowed loudly, looking away, not sure himself what he was thinking.

"Marriage involves more than friendship. As your husband, he will have the right to expect you to bear him children, and that means you will have to…"

"I know what that entails, Father." She said softly, wanting to reassure him, to let him understand that she knew what awaited her, what their wedding night would involve.

After what had happened between them that night, she knew he would never hurt her.

"I want this."

The news of their nuptials echoed throughout the house. Cassandra locked herself in her room, crying all day, Maris didn't speak to her, Floris even rejoiced that they might be getting married on the same day, and Ellyn congratulated her wholeheartedly, saying that she had sensed all along that it would end like this.

Royce seemed both the most surprised and the happiest at the same time, congratulating them sincerely, apparently really befriending Mr Targaryen during his stay.

The problem, however, was the bereavement of Mr Targaryen's father, which stood in the way of him marrying her. The advice of the pastor was taken, who said that indeed a long wait for the wedding would not serve anyone and that he could apply for a dispensation from the bishop himself, however, the nuptials should then take place without much pomp and the ceremony and wedding should be quiet and not too crowded.

Her fiancé was delighted with this news as it meant that, apart from his family, he did not have to invite anyone from London.

He asked his mother's permission by letter, and she granted his request, recognising that at such a difficult time everyone needed a reason to rejoice, and that if the bishop gave them a dispensation for the nuptials, she herself would have no objection.

The thought that Floris and Colonel Strong would be getting married on the same day comforted them as it meant that all the attention would not be focused on them alone, moreover, with Floris' disposition and her character they knew that she would steal the whole event for herself and they would only be the background to it, so they could just enjoy the day.

There was some kind of gigantic change in Floris, she wanted to pick out the wedding dresses, hats and ribbons with her, she would talk to her about the dishes at the wedding and the seating of the guests, her excitement and joy was giving her away and although her approach to marriage terrified her she was comforted by the thought that whoever Colonel Strong was, she could probably handle him.

"When I leave for London with him I shall certainly meet so many handsome, rich men! I'm so sorry you'll be staying here in the suburbs, but don't worry, I'll be inviting you to join us!" She said cheerfully and laughed, grabbing her hand, and she reciprocated the smile, bewildered, thanking God she wouldn't be living in London and watching her flirt with other men, bringing them scandal after scandal.

Between their engagement and wedding, she and Mr Targaryen took walks together and talked a lot about his past, his life and what they wanted their future to look like. It surprised her that they both wanted, above all, peace and quiet, a life away from the hustle and bustle, gossip and big-city society.

She watched with tender concern as he became more and more stressed by the thought of their wedding and the preparations, a few days before the ceremony his family, consisting of his grandfather, his mother, his sister, his two brothers and the wife of the eldest, had arrived.

She was most fond of the Mrs and Miss Targaryen, that is his mother and sister, they were warm, cheerful women who very quickly found common ground with her father, who tried with all his might to be well mannered.

His grandfather, Mr Hightower, was a rather haughty man and looked around their estate with curiosity bordering on embarrassment, however, he was always cultured and cordial in his words, evidently recognising that their money sweetened his entire stay in their company.

In addition to them, she was very cordial with his youngest brother, who, as it turned out, was the closest to her future husband of his entire family and, during their dinner together, he talked practically only to him, with no interest in anyone else.

The person she liked least was his eldest brother. As soon as he crossed the threshold of their house he measured her with a glance and threw a comment to his wife that, indeed, his brother had chosen the prettiest of mares, at which his wife lowered her gaze, embarrassed.

She also saw the glances he was throwing Floris, and she was smiling at him, all larks despite the fact that her fiancé was sitting right next to her. However, Colonel Strong was not interested in his fiancée, only in her, when the news spread that she was to marry Mr Targaryen he no longer spoke to her at all, offended.

She could not hide how pleased she was by this change.

The night before their wedding, she took pity on her fiancé and stayed in his bed with him, letting him snuggle into her and fall asleep with his head between her breasts hidden only by her nightgown. Although he drank an infusion of herbs to calm himself down he was too excited and frightened to fall asleep and said that he needed her close, that he would go mad without her.

They didn't fall asleep until morning, figuring that even if someone caught them it didn't matter anymore.

They were to become husband and wife today.

She vaguely remembered standing at the altar as the pastor talked about the importance of marriage, love, respect and fidelity, she stood in her lovely embroidered white dress, feeling that she had never looked more beautiful, her husband stood beside her frozen in motion like a tower, focused and serious. She couldn't stop smiling.

She was so happy.

Just as she suspected, all the attention was stolen by Floris, praising and cuddling up to her husband, and they only looked at it with pity, holding hands under the table, not letting go for a second. Her husband glanced at her surreptitiously once in a while, contentment and calmness on his face, a dreamy smile that added to his mystery and charm.

They kissed affectionately, taking advantage of the fact that Floris stood up and announced the toast again.

They danced with each other a few times before deciding that they would simply leave quietly, leaving the guests enjoying themselves downstairs and escape upstairs. By the number of guests she had ceded her bedroom to his sister, so they were to spend their wedding night in his room.

They locked themselves inside, wanting to make sure his brother didn't try to annoy them, and then they threw themselves into each other's arms, kissing deeply, passionately, tenderly.

They helped each other undress, struggling bravely with the bindings of her gown and corset, which was so complicated that she could hear her husband cursing under his breath, impatient, and all she could do was laugh. He kissed her then, angered that she was mocking him, and when her corset finally fell off and she was left only in her chemise he grabbed her hips and lifted her lightly, walking with her to his bed.

He lay down with her, positioning himself over her, gliding his lips and sucking the skin of her neck, her laughter slowly turning into moans and panting as she felt his manhood pushing against the spot between her thighs from under his trousers, his hand lifting the material of her chemise and running over her bare calf, her knee, her hip, making her run out of air.

"− you're not laughing anymore, hm? −" He growled warningly and she shook her head, feeling that wonderful pulsing between her thighs again and the embarrassing wetness, her nipples becoming hard and sore.

She reached her hand to the back of his neck and untied his ribbon, making his long hair fall over his shoulders, surrounding his face like an angelic nimbus. She grasped to untie his eye patch, but he flinched and grabbed her wrist, looking at her in shock.

"− no − not today −" He mumbled out, panting quietly, looking at her pleadingly. "− please − today I want everything to be perfect −"

"− you're perfect −" She said softly, but he kissed her hand, clenching his eye.

"− I don't want to − this is the happiest day of my life − please − I'll feel more confident with this − not today −" He repeated, and she gave in, stroking his cheek affectionately and nodded.

Not today didn't mean never.

He let the air out loud with a sound of relief and pressed into her lips, sliding his tongue deep into her throat, surprising her completely, his hips rubbing against her body, she could feel how hard he was.

She entwined her fingers in his hair and clenched them tightly, panting into his mouth, moving to the rhythm of his movements, his hand again on her thighs.

"− let's see what state my wife is in, hm? −" He asked tenderly, running the tip of his nose over her cheek, and she sobbed loudly when she felt his hand slide down between her thighs, in a sure, soft motion running over her womanhood, he moaned lowly as he felt how much of her juices coated his fingers.

He seemed to have run out of words because he said nothing, he just started kissing her like crazy, sucking and licking the soft structure of her lips, his kisses were sticky, hot and loud, she could feel her heart pounding fast, her insides pulsating with each circular, sure movement of his fingers around the point that was giving her so much pleasure.

She drew in a loud breath and tightened her hands on his undershirt when she felt the tip of his finger pushing against her entrance, sliding in a little, making her feel strangely taut and full, she began to breathe hard, surprised.

"− shhh −" He hushed her, kissing her nose, her cheek, her forehead. His tender, warm kisses, his whispering for her to relax, for her to trust him, that he had to prepare her, that all was well made her relax slowly, trusting him completely, allowing him to slide his finger deep, to the very depths of her fleshy interior.

They both began to pant loudly as his finger began to slide in and out of her with a loud, slick click of her moisture, she felt something tickle her wonderfully each time his finger rubbed against the spot just above her entrance, as if he was applying special pressure there, his thumb massaging the point of her pleasure outwards with calm movements, making her begin to drift off completely, moaning louder and louder.

"− not so loud, little one − they'll hear us −" He breathed out in a trembling voice, clearly aroused as much as she was by what was happening between them, how pleasurable it was, and kissed her again, trying to muffle the sounds she could no longer control, writhing beneath him.

She cried out loudly as he suddenly slid not one finger but two into her, pushing her core apart with intense, fast movements, she felt like her heart was going to jump out of her chest, her whole body drenched in sweat, her hair in complete disarray, her hands clenched on his chemise and in his hair. She felt herself clench tighter and tighter on his fingers, felt something approaching.

Then suddenly he just stopped.

He rose, panting loudly, sliding his fingers out of her, with his hands wet with her juices he began to quickly untie his trousers, sliding them down a little and laying back on top of her before she had time to see anything.

"− spread your thighs wide −" He breathed out, one hand placing near her head, the other held between her thighs, looking at her with love, desire, longing, his lips slightly parted in a quickened breath, strands of his hair stuck to his cheek.

Obediently she did as he asked, breathing loudly along with him, and then she felt it, his tip pushing against her just as his fingers had done a moment ago, except he was much bigger and harder, pushing her body to its limits, making her throw her head back with a helpless moan, never having known the feeling of such fullness before.

"− shhh − I know − I know − does it hurt a lot? −" He asked in a trembling voice, breathing faster and faster, and she shook her head, recognising that she only felt discomfort by how much he was pushing her apart, not pain per se.

She saw him lick his lips and with a push of his hips he slid deeper into her, a low, surprised moan came from his throat that made her core clench tightly against him with pleasure, she felt shivers all over her body, looking at him like this.

"− fuck − just a little more, all right? − just a little more and he'll come all the way in −" He whispered tenderly as if he was apologising to her for requiring so much effort, so much sacrifice, when he had to be the one to take something away from her, to hurt her. She nodded, looking up at him with trust.

One sure movement of his hips was enough for her to feel his tip hitting her rear end, both of them panting loudly as they looked at each other with their mouths wide open, his hand from between his thighs rose to her cheek, stroking her tenderly, his lips brushing hers in a soft, messy kiss.

Her fingers tightened on his bare buttocks as he slowly began to move inside her, shocked by the intensity of the sensation, by how much his manhood pressed and rubbed her where she needed it, with every thrust he made she felt the fulfilment he was denying her back then approaching at an alarming rate, his length pulsing inside her greedily, craving release as much as she did.

"− God − I've been waiting for this for so long −" He mumbled between the tangle of their lips, teeth and tongues muffling their mutual moans as he began to accelerate, her fingers digging into his buttocks each time his manhood pushed her core to the limit with another thrust, deliberately rubbing her upper wall at the point through which she could see the stars, she heard his thighs slap against her buttocks with a loud splat as his bed began to creak loudly beneath them.

"− yes −" She mewled, unable to say anything else except that she wanted it, that she desired it, that it felt good, that she felt wonderfully safe in his arms, just smelling him, full of him inside her.

Hearing the word, he groaned loudly and sped up suddenly, resting more securely on his hands, the tip of his length hitting her back wall as hard and fast as if he wanted to pierce her all the way through.

She lifted her hips so that he was rubbing her even harder right there, where she needed it, and when she felt his hand return between her thighs again and begin to tease her, she simply tilted her head and came, sobbing loudly from the hot, tickling pleasure that shook her body.

She heard his surprised groan, his words of disbelief that she had clenched so tightly against him, and then his sigh and moan of immense relief, she felt something warm spread through her, his manhood pulsing hard inside her as he collapsed on top of her suddenly, crushing her with his body, panting all over.

They stroked each other in silence, breathing heavily, his lips pressed once at a time to her hot cheek, sweaty from exertion, he asked in a whisper if he had not hurt her, if she was all right, and she only nodded, lying with her eyes closed, unable to say anything, thinking only of one thing.

She was his wife.

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Unknown: The Final Episodes (Episodes 10, 11, and 12)

(*CAVEAT!!!!* I wrote this screed before the producers of Unknown cut a different version of episode 11. I have only watched the first version, the version that the Taiwanese BL gods had originally intended us to watch, hmph. My commentary below only reflects my thoughts on this first version. I'm gonna allow myself to be old and crabby and say, "BAH! We didn't revise episodes back in *mah* day!" to excuse myself from watching it and I'm an old mom, I have no fuckin' time to watch a revise, so so sorry fam lmaooo ok byeeeee)

So -- I'll repeat what I think a lot of us have thought about the final arcs of Unknown, and where I could have used more of the delicate, thoughtful exploration about family roles and boundaries that the first nine episodes of this show displayed. These are the elements that drew me to the show, as well as Yuan's general spiciness and empathic intelligence towards Qian.

Anyone who reads around here knows that themes that I'm driven by include Asian intergenerational trauma and Asian family systems and dynamics. This show (here, here, and my tag) -- oh lordo, this show tackled expected, internalized, and externalized roles and responsibilities within families head-the-fuck-on, at least for the first nine episodes.

Let me state the obvious first: this show veered off the highway a bit too early to demonstrate that, WOW, Qian really is the

HORNIEST MAN ALIVE, WOW, EVER --

(dang dude, you really needed to get down EARLIER and MORE OFTEN, because that IN-OFFICE AFTERGLOW, MY MAN, like, listen, I'm down for the post-nut vibes! all support and celebration and respect, but also, we need to delegate these tasks, we're on the clock, you are a co-owner of this company, back to work! chop-chop)

and MAN, could I have used a quick wave of a flag or hand that his deficit for love, care, and tenderness would hit at THAT SPECIFIC angle (HEH HEH) so very quickly and VERY INTENSELY at the start of episode 11. That took me out. I had to just scream at @lurkingshan. I watched that episode IN PUBLIC, PEOPLE!

We were missing some steps there. It was a FABULOUS actual love scene. But I could have used more of

1) Yuan contemplating the reality of what was going to go down BEFORE that scene began, and

2) To see Qian enter that moment as well. Instead, we hit the sheets, and had to process that very intense scene WITH flashbacks, which, whew, was a whole thing, all while I was just kinda literally screaming.

Those flashbacks were supposed to tell me that Qian had come to terms with Yuan's lifelong longing, but the down-dirty confirmed that for me before I was ready to get to the same mindset that Qian had started that scene with. The very important timing and pacing of the emotional exploration and reveals that we had been presented with in the previous episodes was jettisoned for the booty.

So, yeah. That was out of order.

What I also missed in these episodes was, as I stated earlier, the previous and very intentional exploration of family roles and boundaries that this show was playing with prior to the last three episodes.

With this emotional line concluding in episode 10, Qian showed us consistently that his struggle with negotiating his older-brother-and-fatherly responsibilities was his biggest burden, alongside the lifelong processing of the abuse he had received at the hands of his mother, and his further processing of her death.

Qian and Yuan get together in episode 11, literally go out on a date, and Qian woos Yuan.

Qian's continued resistance to being open about his health to Yuan is extremely reminiscent of a parent (I think of Asian parents, but I think this is common to global parenthood) hiding a health status from a child. This part of the story was still an important one. Qian was STILL holding onto his understanding of his responsibilities to Yuan and Lili as a parent/older sibling figure. If he didn't get out of that surgery in perfect condition, he worried about their futures -- regardless of the facts that Yuan was self-sufficient, and Lili was both self-sufficient and supported by a loving partner. Because that's how so many parents are: no matter the stability of their children, parents will see children as their children.

What I liked about this storyline, and what I could have used a bit more of (ideally in an extra episode) WAS HOW YUAN'S FAMILY ROLE CHANGES AUTOMATICALLY BY BECOMING QIAN'S PARTNER.

Lili calls Yuan a "sister-in-law," but he also becomes a

brother-in-law, AND a stepdad, AND THEN ALSO BECOMES A VERY NOT TECHNICAL GRANDPA, ALONG WITH GRANDPA/UNCLE/OLDER BROTHER QIAN

AND, AND!

We see Yuan THEN CARING FOR QIAN as the younger brother he's always been, AND

AS QIAN'S PARTNER

which they're calling wife or sister-in-law in the show, which, bleh to gendered terms, but

THEY WERE GOING THERE WITH YUAN

but we didn't get enough of it.

THAT IS A HUGE CHANGE FOR YUAN.

HE IS EQUAL NOW!

We just didn't get enough exploration there. Because the show was centering Qian's narrative (which I don't blame the show for at all), and mans was in his post-boop vibe the whole time, that we didn't sit enough with the changing of these roles FOR THESE TWO MEN, and while Lili hinted at it, I would have liked just a few more minutes at the macro-high level to explore what this meant for this entire, wonderful family unit. This is just huge Asian family dynamics stuff regarding who has power, and how that impacts how Qian interacts with Yuan, how Qian has to internally process the growth of his "child," as it were, to be LITERALLY EQUAL to him as his partner; and also for Lili to contemplate as she regards Yuan now as someone partnered with her caretaker. Yuan now would kind of step into that role, as well. THAT'S HUGE for dynamics changing and rebuilding.

Let's also remember that San Peng transcends these boundaries, too, but it's a bit easier for him, because he hasn't lived in that house. But he's the family's benefactor, in a way, which both Yuan and Lili acknowledge. And his turning into a partner into the family is also a significant boundary-crossing.

Finally, Qian's concern for Lili. Yes, he was concerned for her career. He didn't want Lili to turn out like his mom.

I would have liked to have proof in that concern, literally. I say this as a mom.

Qian was missing something big. Lili's baby was going to be born into a nice big family unit that Qian was the creator and anchor of.

At least they had Qian and Yuan sitting on baby toys to end the series. Lili, truly, had nothing to worry about. The gay uncle-grandpas were going to be there to help raise the baby, because as an Asian viewer, I am going to assume the extended family's participation

(NOT ASSISTANCE! ACTIVE PARTICIPATION!)

in the raising of that child.

I'm not sure why Qian missed that, except for the very real reason of familial PTSD and intergenerational trauma from his mother. But San Peng was right there as Lili's partner and as the actual dad. And Qian was valid to have a concern. But that could have been a moment where Yuan, also, as a new equal "elder" of this newly readjusted family, could have reassured everyone that this baby was going to be born in a wonderful, close-knit, loving extended family.

These readjusted roles were not fully named and explored. If I were Lili, I know I'd be having that baby in the good hands of all of the men around me that would help me raise the kiddo in a happy and supportive environment.

One more point about the baby. We need more babies in BLs. We need to show men becoming fathers, people becoming parents. This is a right that all people have. We need more of it to emphasize that all people are deserving of the families that they want to create -- and truly, it was so BEAUTIFULLY SYMBOLIC that Qian would be such a good caretaker as to be blessed with further generations, because he literally cared so well for Yuan and Lili that they could bless him back with growing the family he tended to. We just didn't get enough sitting with that.

Finally! TF was up with that office vibe in the end. The tops, the bottoms, the public kissing. That we got that instead of the role explorations -- k, but the tone of all that was a little off, if it was meant to be comedic. And yes, I definitely took away that I was meant to ship Dr. Lin and Le Ge. I have NO IDEA why they were talking otherwise. Doc and Don are meant to, ya know, YA KNOW? Right? Ummm, lol.

All of this together is enough to put a touch of a damper on my memories of this show. I didn't end with a high.

But I ABSOLUTELY LOVED what this show accomplished through the first 10 episodes. All these complicated, delicious boundaries and roles and responsibilities being explored! It's a joy, as an Asian, to watch this being explored in a queer Asian show.

We ended on some tropey bumps, but I'm going to remember this show overall with fondness, and I'm ultimately very happy that this was my first Taiwanese BL. I can't wait to catch up in this space more in due time.

#unknown #unknown the series #chris chiu #kurt huang #qian x yuan #yuan x qian #unknown meta #unknown the series meta

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Seen ask about how MC is basically carries bros family, and it's make me feel feelings

I mean, when Lucifer lost his memory, bros was like "MC what should we do??? " dudes, you're ancient demons, why do you ask some human 😭

Honestly, I like that bc it's help me writing my MC lol But also, it's interesting contrast between bros, who so depend on MC, and side characters who saw that shit and was like "not on my watch"

Especially love when Barb and Sol told about this, I guess that's why I warmed up to Barb, bc Sol is already the best boy. I hope Mephisto, Raph and 13 will help MC to be yourself, not perfect one, who should be always strong and collected

/but, still, I like that MC able to help Lucifer with his burden and let him breathe, he deserved it. Sometimes I hate how his brothers treat him and I never wanted to be in anti Lucifer team :/

Sorry for my english and have a good day 🤝

Hello, my friend!

Ah yes, the demons being oddly dependent on MC is a little confusing, but I guess it's because they want MC to feel like part of the family?

Personally I think they make the brothers too reliant on MC in general, but I suppose it's because they want it to feel like MC is super powerful and strong, even if they're just a human?

I think I ended up kinda going with the opposite for my MC. I was kinda like okay, well, my MC is a just a regular guy. They contribute to the problems just as much as they help solve them lol.

And while I'm sure the side characters can be just as problematic in their ways, they all feel like they have separate lives apart from MC. Like they don't just fall apart whenever MC isn't around.

I already kinda get those vibes from Mephisto after the recent NB lesson where he was worried about them getting hurt. Like he took the time to make sure they were okay and then started asking them if they missed their family and such. I'm hoping the same for Raphael and Thirteen. I think I like all these characters more for similar reasons - they got their own stuff going on. They feel like they don't just exist for MC, they have more stories, richer lives. Whereas some of the brothers really feel like they just exist to fill the number of sins and are lacking more nuanced roles. This is easily fixed in fanfiction and I like finding those pieces of each character myself when I'm writing for them, but it can make them feel kinda flat too.

Lucifer is the brother that has the most going on, in my opinion. He's the most fleshed out, so I think we get more insight into him as a character. He definitely needs to take a break and I love the entire concept of MC being the one who's like, I see you and I see the work you do and I need you to hand some of that over to me so that you can rest.

#I like the idea that MC is strong and can carry the others #but I also think that's gotta be exhausting after awhile #give MC a break too #someone should just have MC and Lucifer go on a factory tour together #different enough to be exciting #boring enough to be relaxing #obey me #obey me nightbringer #sansarawheelvictim #misc answers

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makima-s-most-smile · 9 months

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Trigun Maximum 10.4

It is time…

Trigun Ultimate: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 2.4 Trigun Maximum: 1.1, 1.2, 2.1, 2.2, 3.1, 3.2, 4.1, 4.2, 5.1, 5.2, 6.1, 6.2, 7.1, 7.2, 8.1, 8.2, 8.3, 9.1, 9.2, 10.1, 10.2, 10.3, 10.4, 10.5

07: Wolfwood

Farewell, my friend.

Fitting, that we do not see Wolfwood here, but little Nicholas. Because in the end even though he was aged up and tortured, this child remained in him. This is his true self. The lost little boy that felt himself as a burden to all and that shouldered the responsibility of the wellbeing of the place he loved most. The lost little boy that cared too much in a world that cares too little. The morals of this little kid made Wolfwood the man he is today, through all the torture and everything, they persevered. This is the best of humanity.

Wolfwood has been an awkward idiot even in childhood. He cannot deal with open affection and becomes shy. It is sad and cute at the same time.

Is that a young Chapel? How much did he age in those six years? Damn!

The tricks the cult used to get children. It was a trap and it got Wolfwood. He left to become a tradesman… And a tradesman he did become, just not the kind of tradesman everyone imagined. Wolfwood was a great brother to many and they loved him.

Even if confetti is selfmade, we know they didn't have much ressources there. It surely was not cheap to produce it, even if it was selfmade.

How old does Wolfwood look there, maybe 10? Maybe even younger. The timeline is really not something we should look to close up. Nightow went by vibes, that’s all we need to know.

Like I said so often, the orphanage is Wolfwood’s paradise. The place where he was fed, could sleep and felt safe. He didn’t require anything more and that says much about his living situation beforehand. Much like Rem for Vash, it is an ideal for Wolfwood, a perfect place, something that has to be protected from the reality of the world. This ideal has been his saving grace. It made him survive not only Chapel and the torture, but it gave him reason to go on when his guilt became too much. If Wolfwood is truly devoted to something, it is this.

Wolfwood’s sorrowful eyes… He looks younger here. And softer. The softest Wolfwood we have ever seen. Close behind the Wolfwood that let down his guard the night before he brought Vash to the ark and they relaxed a last time together.

Even after all he did and all he accomplished, Wolfwood feels undeserving for any forgiveness or any welcome. If Chapel has achieved anything then it is that Wolfwood truly has no self love. Wolfwood was hypercritical with himself before the cult got his clutches around him, but I have no doubt that the things he went through have worsened his self worth massively.

He wants to be kept in memory as the innocent, but responsible, big brother Nico and not the bloodied gunman he has become. He wants to keep their innocence and the illusion that somewhere their beloved big brother is still out there. He wants to protect them one last time, this time from the grief that comes with his death.

But, Wolfwood is a complex character. If the kiddos knew, would they really go away that easily? Wouldn’t they try to make him come with them? Being either forced to watch Wolfwood die on the way to Home or having to see Wolfwood breaking down, because he cannot keep up the masquerade anymore. He cannot be vulnerable, especially not in his last moments.

I wish we would get more info, does Wolfwood chose to stay because he knows he would not get to the main ship for help/he knows that his body breaking apart is not treatable or has he ‘just’ given up. I think it is the first, I just wish for some hard facts. But neither of the two lovely calamities left are really able to talk directly about the elephant in the room. Vash is so desperate.

By not addressing that Wolfwood is actively dying, by trying to push Wolfwood to leave with the others, they both avoid one thing… The helplessness. This is Wolfwood’s choice, so it is okay, so it is bearable.

There is one really big headcannon that I have for the case that either Wolfwood decided to stay there even though there may have been a possibility to save Wolfwood or that Vash may have been able to heal Wolfwood with or without a cost of his lifespan, but Wolfwood denied either of it. And it boils down back to agency. Vash is so much about having none/giving others the full agency, that he cannot force Wolfwood to do something he either doesn’t have the energy to or doesn’t want to due to the cost. Not only is that one of Vash’ biggest modus operandi, reacting instead of acting, but here it is something more. It is about Wolfwood’s agency. By now it is absolutely clear that the only true choice Wolfwood had in his life was to die for the things he loved or lose himself. Vash cannot rob Wolfwood of his agency. Not when he finally regained some in his last moments. (That said, I do not judge any peeps who use Vash overriding Wolfwood’s wants and healing him or bringing him to safety. One of my most favourite breaks-my-heart-art piece is the one where Wolfwood awakes with golden hair on the couch, because Vash has given him all his life. And Vash sits lifeless next to him. I have so many feels about that one.(by popular request a link to the pic, damn had I dive deep into my bookmarks))

Neither of them really talk to each other. But from what they know of each other, it says more than words. Wolfwood, stressing that he is a gun-ho-gun, a killer, an assassin and a traitor to Vash, even seemingly proving it with the coins, Wolfwood wants to keep Vash from grieving. Vash does not need to grieve for Wolfwood. Wolfwood is a shitty person. There is no last-minute discussion to be made about it. Vash accepts the plea behind it. He disagrees with Wolfwood. But he helps Wolfwood to keep the illusion up that they aren’t that close, that Wolfwood doesn’t need to feel sorrow for leaving Vash, because their connection is not real. They both comfort each other by not talking about it.

Personally, I am so sad, that even in his death, Wolfwood is all about others, about lessening the pain that comes with it, that he cannot be vulnerable and just grieve his future. I am sad for Vash, too, but Vash will live on, for the better and worse.

That’s… Wolfwood had no goals for himself. He has always been the protector. He never imagined a future beyond that. He had his purpose and that has been fulfilled. Not completely, since Knives is still there, but he has done all he could. He has done what a human could do. And I understand that Wolfwood cannot regret his decision. It is too intrinsically intertwined with his identity and self-perception.

And again, Wolfwood cannot bear vulnerability. Neither can Vash. Which ends in this silly exchange. But, truly, if Vash didn’t react that way, I believe both would have broken down.

The last time? The last time was when Vash got drunk in the bar with the two outsiders and Wolfwood was persuaded by the nice granny to let his guard down and drink a glass, too. It was the talk where One-Eye stressed that “you’ll always end up alone and be alone.” Damn…

Birbs. Nicholas can finally enjoy his freedom. For a moment at least. For a moment he is free like a bird. The struggle is over. He is already dead. There is nothing to fight for him anymore.

It confused me. This sentence at the moment. Two possible interpretations for me: 1. Wolfwood still tries to fake more distance between them to make it hurt less and/or 2. Wolfwood truly wishes for a future for Vash in which he can smile with a full heart.

But even Wolfwood cannot hold the soft feelings in. Not all of Vash’ smiles were empty. Many smiles that Wolfwood saw and/or caused were real ones. I read this as Wolfwood trying to tell Vash that he knows that he was someone important to Vash. And now Vash cannot bear it. Because he is about to lose Wolfwood forever.

(What ruins the mood a bit for me is that I cannot not laugh at the funky pose of Wolfwood. He really was like: I am a twister!)

This is the first time I saw Brad in the background. He must think they are all crazy! He doesn’t know.

Wolfwood always had a home. They love him. They accept him as he is. They know that the bloodied man is their beloved big brother. Wolfwood can pass with the knowledge that he is accepted into paradise with bloodied hands and all.

Wolfwood cries. The man that so stoically had been in control of himself, that has been so incredibly avoidant of even an ounce of vulnerability, cries openly. Most likely for the first time in years. We have never seen him cry in the manga, we have seen him in shock, in despair, we have seen him shout out in pain, but he never cried.

And with that realisation… I cannot say how to interpret this scene. Comes the realisation of this love with a wave of grief because he cannot be with them, that he has no future to enjoy together, that he loves them and cannot tell them? Is it a last surge against the inevitable? A cry for mercy to the absent God? Does he wish to stay with Vash and his family?

And his bell tolls. Wolfwood has died.

I do not believe that Wolfwood would regret his choice. He fulfilled his life goal. He may regret leaving Vash, he may regret not having had a future or more time. But the one thing he can be sure of is that Vash will take over his burden and fight for their future. They are not defenseless. He can rest. For me, the smile does not mean he died happy or without any regrets. But he died not alone. And that is enough for him.

And Vash stays, again. Vash avoided any real connection to humans. Even those he called his family always felt artificial for me. Wolfwood was the first human since Rem that got under Vash' walls and got into his heart. And I truly believe that other than with Rem, with Wolfwood Vash sometimes wasn't aware of the for Vash so obvious difference between plants and humans.

Wolfwood’s death… My feelings are divided and are all over the place. It is handled with such care and the consequences of his death are felt so deeply through the narrative, to which I say more in a later volume. He wasn’t alone, he was with his best friend. He didn’t die in a fight, but out of it at a place he could choose. And even better, he got a very clear message that his family loves him, even if he cannot do it himself. It is one of the most peaceful deaths imaginable for this pained soul.

But at the same time, it is so unfair! Wolfwood sacrificed his whole life for the safety of innocents, he bloodied his hands again and again and endured so much and all he got was a death that wasn’t the worst. He got the knowledge that he is welcome home. He gets the knowledge that his loved ones are safe for now and that his friend will try his best to keep it that way. But he never gets to experience it truly. He never gets to enjoy the fruits of his labour. He didn’t want much. He didn’t even really dream of anything. But if he could have a place to rest, to eat and to be safe, he wouldn’t want more.

I think part of my reaction stems from me being from an individualistic society. We learn that you put the work in and receive your reward, that selfless behaviour gains you a reward. Look no further than the fairy tales that are used to teach Europeans like me morals, The Star Money is one that fits this idea. But Wolfwood as a person did not get a personal, selfish reward. He got death. And that makes it so painful. His death wasn’t for nothing, but his life feels so cut short. He just started the path of forgiving himself. He just realised that he wasn’t alone anymore. His development was not at an end. But what Nightow wanted to say with him in the story was. The difference between the narrative and the character. And that is upsetting, while still being completely okay.

Taking in consideration that Nightow comes from a collectivist society, I feel that the outcome that Wolfwood was able to save his home, his group, even at the cost of his life, is meaningful in a way I may not completely get. Wolfwood will live on, in the actions and life of the people he saved, he will live on in Livio, he will live on in Vash. But I see the abused kid that could not be saved. The abused kid that protected others because he wasn’t protected. That is the tragedy for me.

Maybe, adding to that, on a personal note, I am a Millennial. The world that was promised to me was built up on lies and is crumbling under the greed of a few people. But media says it is my generation's fault for *looks at today’s paper* eating avocado instead of diamonds. Parents being absent due to work, being alone and self reliant, maybe the oldest kid that has to take care of the siblings instead of the parents, those things were more a normal state than a rare occurrence, when I was young. With the wars, the crash from ‘08 and the shit that came after it, the existential dread is real and the hopelessness, too. I can only try to lessen the impact for the people who come after me and try my best to endure. And Wolfwood’s whole character vibes with my experience. And on this personal note, that the character who cared so much and tried so hard could not be saved… I want hope. I need hope. In this day and age more than ever.

08: Final Parting

What’s more to say? It is final. In spite of all of his powers, Vash was unable to save Wolfwood’s life, even though he was able to protect Wolfwood’s treasure and was a big part of Wolfwood freeing himself out of the cage that Chapel put him in. It’s just so damn tragic that after all he has been through, his freedom lies in the way he was able to part.

The denial, the looming panic and then Vash laying out the facts, short, precisely and with a deadpan face. This scene is just so... It hurts. Wolfwood's death is final. It drives it home.

There is not a small part in Vash that may despise Livio right now. It won’t keep. From Vash’ perspective, Wolfwood entrusted Livio and the whole orphanage to him, the future as a whole, but especially the future of his loved ones.

Razlo has been a brat, but Livio seems also extremely young. I do not think he ever truly believed Wolfwood would truly die and only now he starts to understand how much Wolfwood sacrificed to get Livio out of Chapel’s claws.

Vash not only protected Wolfwood’s body and Livio’s life, he protected the whole orphanage. Vash protected Wolfwood’s paradise from Knives’ laser.

And by reflecting Knives’ power back to their source, Vash declares war.

How does Knives do it? He is further and further gone the longer the story goes.

But not only that, what must that mean to Knives? His brother uses his so important lifeforce to not only spite Knives, he does it for the human Knives has sent out to betray Vash. This human has been somehow able to become more important to Vash than not only his life, but also his brother. A massive middle finger right in his face. And the worst part of it, Wolfwood is already dead. He cannot even take revenge upon him. Remember the two-face panel of Knives when he cause the fall? He drew blood with his thumbs over the left side of his face, the first panel here resembles this from the pose. Kinda as if Knives does his last step to complete and utter madness.

We know that Wolfwood came from a place of scarcity. Food is his love language or one of them. So it's fitting that both of the boys have memories with Wolfwood regarding this. Not only that, the memories shown are either the first meeting or the start of their journey together. Vash makes the food that Rem has made him and food that reminds him of Wolfwood.

I learned that food can be an important part of grief. You need to keep yourself fed and grief can be easily so overpowering that you cannot do it. But they must keep going on. So they eat.

The fucking third vial! You were a red herring for Wolfwood’s survival, a false counter. I despise you!

And this is a peace offering from Vash. I still believe that Vash is incredibly angry, but he understands why Livio was in that place. Remember Wolfwood, remember the man that was everything to me and that gave everything for you.

Wolfwood’s burden made him the man he was. It is just a fact.

And now it is Vash' burden. Vash takes over for Wolfwood and keeps going where Wolfwood couldn't. What a sad situation. When the only thing that binds you to your lost friend is the burden that he carried and that killed him in the end.

#trigunbookclub #trigun bookclub #trigun #trigun maximum 10.4 #I am done I ugly sobbed but I am done

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Lawbin Dressrosa Analysis 2 - Save me save you

When I was coming up a title for this, I thought of the song - "Save me save you" by WJSN, because Robin saved Law in this arc lol So I went to search up the lyrics and actually it fits my delulu so well. If you're curious you can search the whole lyrics, here are a few lines:

"I will protect you so you don't get hurt I can tell even with small gestures All the painful memories deep in your heart is no more I'll wrap you in my arms, now tell me"

highlighted in purple are my delulu~

Again, don't read if you don't like Lawbin. Includes lots of bias.

~LAWBIN FRIENDS PHASE~

Chapter 731 ~ 773: Defeat Doflamingo with you

Robin changed her mind after hearing the story of Dressrosa. Instead of destroying the factory only, they decided to take down Doflamingo together. Everyone changed their mind after seeing the country's situation and at the end, their goal aligned including Law and Robin. Robin actually changed a lot after time skip. After joining straw hats, she's finally showing her empathy side and feelings instead of hiding it.

Baby 5 & Law and Luffy & Robin gave me so much siblings vibes here!! It's like Baby 5 hitting his older brother, got scared and seek her another brother for protection. And Luffy is like the younger brother trying to complain everything to his older sister and seeking agreement from her haha He also did the same when the beginning of the arc where he argued with Momo that he can fly, but Robin said "he doesn't have wings though". So cute!! It would be such cute scenes if it's not happening during a disaster.

I actually think Robin is trying to confirm Law's whereabouts here. Because she already knew Zoro and Luffy are there, except them, there are Viola and Riku there. Robin haven't met Viola and her father yet so she probably not asking about them. And she knew Franky is at the toys house, Kinemon was with them before, so in my opinion, I think Robin is asking about Law. And it makes sense because she separated with him at Greenbit and probably worry about his situation after hearing he got beat by Doflamingo.

Law gave me so much Alabasta or Eneis Lobby Robin vibes here (how many times I have said that lol) To me, It's not like they don't care about other people lives, some of their actions are telling the opposite, it's like they have so much burden on themselves that they don't even have time or strength to care about others. As I mentioned above, Robin starting show her emotions now because she didn't need to pretend tough to avoid getting hurt anymore. I actually hope one day we can see Law showing the real him too. I would say he is much relax after this arc and in Wano but I feel like he is still putting a lot of responsibilities and burden to himself :(

Look at this!! Robin has Law's den den mushi contact here!!! (they all probably have to connect each other haha) But this proves that it wouldn't be unreasonable if we see Robin and Law contacting each other after Wano because she has the contact *smirk*

Ooo the Eneis Lobby vibe, Robin trying to help Law unlock his cuff just like the crew trying to do the same when she was in Eneis Lobby *sob* And I think because she couldn't help him much at Green Bit, so she's trying to help more here. I think other straw hats probably won't care as much if they were in her situation, so he's lucky that Robin is the one helping him here haha

The third time Robin use wings in front of Law!!! So elegant and beautiful!! ><

She's like I'll protect you guys just go. This women is just so hot. And I think she really treated Law like a friend here because she brought the key to Law even though there were lots of obstacles, she protected him in order for them to defeat Doflamingo, she worried about him 1/3 of the arc. She really treat him differently than the last arc and I think maybe how Law acted during Punk Hazard and Green Bit made her changed her view on him? And if I think about would other straw hat (except Luffy) do the same? I really doubt they would. And would Robin do the same if it's another non-straw hat? She probably would (for example Kinemon) but I doubt if she will be that worried and react the same for Law.

Every time I read this made me feel sad, Law literally plan his whole life to defeat him and he is finally free after defeating Doflamingo, but the time he's being free is so little. literally only a month? and in this month, he still need to worry about defeating a yonko. And Oda decided to make that worse after....sigh. I also saw a tweet that Law probably has survival guilt after all the things happened in his life. But because of this, I think he might have a character development like Robin soon. (If Oda has mercy)

Again, Robin mentioned about the key which means delivering the key (releasing Law) is important to her or she always keep that in mind. If you think about it, Robin really talked like she thank you Rebecca for doing a favour for her friend.

Chapter 779 ~ 783: Save you

Robin is worrying about Law again. But also, if I put all my bias away, it might be also because they are in an alliance so it's natural that she is worrying about him. But if I think it in my delulu, She cares a lot about him!! Even in Wano, I rarely see Robin worrying a non-straw hat (a guy) that much.

Seriously, after she saw Luffy and Doflamingo jump out, the first thing she saw is how bad Law is. I wouldn't believe if you told me they weren't more than ally because of how worried she is.

Finally, we have arrived one of the lawbin's famous scenes. Robin saved him and caught him using Spider Net and according to Internet, the only two times she used spider net to save or catch someone are for Zoro and Law. And she treated him so genteelly!! I also have read a fic* that said this probably the moment when Law felt he's treated like a human. During the arc, he has been fighting, calculating, and trying his best to defeat Doflamingo. He acted very rationally through out the arc. But in this moment, he felt warm, he is protected and he can be passed out without worrying about his safety which happens really rare for him :'( *Here is the fic I'm mentioned!! It's one of the favorite lawbin fics. Take my Heart & Please Don’t Break It by CericeBelle

Robin is willing to risk her body to save Law *sob* Especially when she was already hurt when she was protecting Rebecca *sob* I always wonder if Law knew he was saved by Robin here. He probably knew? Even though he passed out, I think he won't lost all his consciousness and can feel he is saved by another person. And when he was awake later, he probably knew Robin saved him because she was right beside him. And kudos to cabbage-kun, he was so nice to Robin and carried Law T-T I think he might told Law about what happen when he passed out in the next chapter because they were alone on the platform.

I just noticed this, in the left panel, did robin just hold Law without using her ability? this girl is so strong and she's still protecting him!!

So Law did tell Robin and Cabbage-kun his real goal (to strike down Doflamingo) In straw hats, only Luffy and Robin knew what his true intention is. (Sanji also guessed) I don't think they both will mind about it though because they already aiming to defeat Doflamingo before. To be honest, if Law know Luffy better in Punk Hazard, he will know Luffy or probably the whole straw hats can help him to defeat Doflamingo even without alliance. But with his personality, he probably won't say a word about what happen between him and Doflamingo. And I feel like only Luffy and Robin can make Law become more vulnerable or more willing to express his true self.

And here :( Law ready to sacrifice himself to archive his goal just like what Robin did in Eneis Lobby...so I think Robin knew exactly how Law felt here. But Robin's character developed a lot!!! Now she doesn't even think to sacrifice herself and trying to let Law feel more ease. I feel like she's trying to save him out the situation where she was. It's like when Usopp told Robin to trust Luffy q-q but you know they were both stubborn in their own ways...

Chapter 798 ~ 800: Live freely

These two scenes...don't tell me Oda didn't do it on purpose, I really think he's trying to imply Law is going through what Robin did. And Law after 13 years, he is finally living freely. Robin is a little bit lucky than Law, she found strong friends that can rely on and encountered a group of people (revolutionary army) that provide support to her and she can trusted with. That's why she changed so much 2 years later. And I seriously hope Law can also have the support he needed as well :(

Ah - the beginning of seeking "The will of D". He wants to know why Corazon saved him when he said he is a D. And Sengoku said Corazon didn't know anything about D, he saved you just because he loved you. *sob* I can understand why some people ship Law & Corazon because it's just pure love, but I see them more like father & son love just like what Sengoku did to Corazon. I think during Dressrosa -> Wano, Law is trying to ask himself what he really want to do after achieving his previous goal and probably what happened in Zou made him more curious about the D.

Yes this is the end of Dressrosa! It's funny Oda try to slip lawbin similarities even in the same page lol see how Law looked everyone in the banquet and how Robin did the same after (top left panel). Oda what are you planning for both of them!!! >< It's not just them having similar dream, right???

This is the arc that Law & Robin interacted the most. It makes sense because this arc is almost dedicated to Law and mainly focusing on him, so he must interacted with the straw hats a lot. But still I'm surprised how Law and Robin get so much closer in this arc. Because Law isn't really close to any straw hats except Luffy. (maybe he get closer to Sanji and Zoro in Wano, but I still think Robin is the second closet to him by seeing how they interacted) I wish Oda could shown more of their moments because they definitely interacted during Zou -> Wano and when they were preparing the fight in Wano, and all we got is only one scene (although I know it's one of the most important scenes)

Oh yes I was gonna say something about my perspective on other ships *again warning, just my personal opinion and please read this rationally* first of all, I think Cabbage-kun and Robin are so cute T-T I don't really ship them but I just think Cabbage caring about Robin is really nice of him. Especially when he gave his coat to her. second of all, I can also understand why lawlu is so huge because of their polar opposite personality and Law act really cute in front of him haha but I don't ship them because I see them more like best friends. (yes I can see Law is mad behind me saying they are not friends) finally, I noticed there are frobin moments here, like they were wearing couple shirt (actually it said Corrida and Luffy is wearing a tank top with a bull on it too) and one of the SBS was about franky sleeping on Robin's lap something like that. To be honest, when I saw it I also think oo did Oda trying to set them up?? but luffy was sleeping on Rebecca's lap later on too. And I wonder why - if Oda really trying make them as a couple, but he doesn't give them any interactions in the storyline at all? Like most of "romantic moments" was from colorspread (the last one is chapter 987 and after that that they rarely interact), other than that, they mostly interacted as normal crewmates, so I always wonder did Oda changed his mind in Wano... Again, I'm just analyzing the possibility...

I actually finished reading Zou and 1/5 Wano already, I just don't have time to write an analysis T^T I thought Zou might be an arc that I can write a short analysis but while I'm reading it, I actually have lots of thoughts in mind!! So I'll talk about it next post haha Again, thanks for reading it!!! Discussions or comments are always welcome :)

#lawbin #one piece #trafalgar law #nico robin #law #robin #dressrosa #analysis with bias

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Leo on your relationship with Raph headcanons 💙

• Leo was the one most reserved and downright hostile at times.

• Can you blame him, really? He knows what his mission is: to protect his brothers, and you, an outside influence like they've never experienced before, is still potentially a danger. What if you'll tell someone about their existence. What if, worse, you'll hurt them, Raph in particular

• And any possible scenario of a heartbroken Raphael is something Leo is 100% not willing to deal with

• And on top of that, Leo still can't believe it's Raph who, out of four of them, is the one who first found himself a significant other. Literally, how? The hothead, impulsive, ever playing the badass brother who took all the measures to hide his more emotional, caring, soft side for as long as Leo can remember, him

• But then, Leo noticed, watching the two of you, how you see right through Raph's tough guy act and how you effortlessly touch his inner vulnerability and bring out all the best qualities in him, and how he drops his facade around you like with no one ever before. How soft Raph's gaze is as he watches you, how calm he suddenly becomes once you're there with him. Leo couldn't believe his eyes, he never thought he'd see the day

• But then, once the bewilderment passed, he started being so glad for you & his brother

• He realised he enjoyed watching you from behind and seeing how happy you & Raph made each other, all the ways in which you communicated and vibed on, it was a blissful theatrics for him

• And with that, all his doubts disapeared

• Now? He cannot imagine life without your presence in it. When you're down on their lair, he can relax since his brothers' attention is turned to you, and all the squabbles, arguments and everything else going on daily goes through you, not him. Mikey doesn't come bothering Leo first place to ask about something or babble about some idiotic ideas of his, but to you, Raph has you about so he isn't mindlessly bored and doesn't complain. Leo doesn't know at this point what he would do without you to take the responsibility of taking care of the brothers' collective business off his shoulders once in a while

• Truly, if Splinter asked Leo to announce a second - in - command, he'd pick you any time despite your lack of any combat skills

• Firstly as a joke, but then for serious he started calling you whenever he & Raph got into argument. "[Y/n], do something with him"

• Now he sometimes allows himself to not give a fuck and just brushes off any business angry Raph might have with "not my problem anymore girl, he's your business now"

• He is the one to notice first when you're upset or not in the mood even before Raph does, and he always points him to your direction for comfort & support

• He is... annoyed when you move on to your sexy times, because he is most of the times aware when you're doing it & where

• But at the same time, he always chases Mikey away from you and prevents him from interrupting you

• He feels just as protective of you as his own brothers, and gives Raph a good scolding each time you do anything risky or he accidentally endangers you in any way, which leads to some tensions, unfortunately

• In moments of doubt, he isn't sure altogether whether Raph is the best choice of partner for you. It's not like he doesn't wish you all the best, but he is simply unsure whether his red bro will be able to handle all relationship stuff & won't burden you with his issues too much

• But you always find a way to prove him all is well as life goes on, and you wouldn't trade Raphael for anyone in the world

• And it really makes his older blue brother happy 💙

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #bayverse #bayverse tmnt #bayverse turtles #tmnt movie #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt oc #tmnt headcanons #tmnt raph relationship #tmnt raph x oc #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #teenage mutant ninja turtles

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Roronoa Zoro - Sweet

Requestor: @sunshinegat0r Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her CW: Hospital, injuries, references to a car accident, loads of guilt

Notes: Ahhh... I'm realizing I wrote this in the Wrong AU - Gat0r I'm so sorry, I hope this is okay. I wrote this in the Mafia City AU, and not the Grandline Metro AU >.< Mega Oops on my part.

Please note in this AU the Reader is the adopted daughter of Edward Newgate (who is Law's Father's Father, making them Aunt and Nephew.) This AU was used in Family Ties and Family Practice (the reader is not adopted in that one, but it's the same world and Reader)

This is heckin' embarrassing I can't believe I confused my own AUs 😅😵‍💫

“Whaddya mean-!” Zoro couldn’t believe his ears, he pushed back on Law reflexively before he managed to calm down.

“… She… she doesn’t remember me?” The question is in disbelief, and Law’s never heard the rough-edged fighter sound so broken before, or look it.

“It’s barely been a full day since the wreck, Zoro-ya.” He answers, moving to physically put his face in front of Zoro’s and get his attention. “It’s a miracle she was awake in the first place.”

Understanding crosses his features and he steps back from the doctor and the door to your room. He’s quiet for a moment, taking in the sounds of the hospital, and the steady beep from your room.

“Is it… safe for me to see her right now?”

“Safe, how?”

“Will she… will it hurt her to see me?” He questions, brows furrowing. “I don’t want to go in there for myself if it’ll… I don’t know, upset her, to see me.”

“… She’s sleeping for now. If you don’t stay too long you can see her.” Law answers. “I can text you when she’s up tomorrow, I still have to break the news to her brothers.”

Zoro nods, stepping around Law and moving into your room. You looked peaceful, despite the bandages and wires hooked up to you. It was almost impossible to believe you were actually awake.

It was hard to believe you were alive.

You’d picked up extra shifts to help him with the busy season and the two of you were running solo for the last two weeks. Hell, all six drivers Zoro had were running solo just trying to keep up with the need for the holidays.

It was a hit and run, and he hadn’t been there.

He could have been, though. If he had been willing to have everyone work a little longer, he could’ve paired people up the way he preferred. It wasn’t the law to have two people in the truck, but it was the usual process for him - for his business.

And the one time he decides different, this is the cost.

Sitting by your bed, Zoro puts his head in his hands, trying desperately to keep his spiraling emotions in check. This can’t be about his guilt, not so soon, not until he knows. If you don’t recover properly, if your memory doesn’t return, then he’ll cut himself out of your life of his own will. He won’t let you risk yourself again, not because of him.

The burden of this will be his to bear alone.

He can take it.

He can’t trade places with you, so ensuring he’s never the reason you hurt is a small price.

You’ve got dozens of brothers, adopted darling of the Newgate family. No one in this city would purposefully hurt you, and hells, that might be the reason the driver fled the scene in the first place.

Not that such an act would save them. You made friends with Doflamingo accidentally, and there’s no way someone so well-connected would let the culprit get away.

If only Newgate and Doflamingo would turn their ire on him. Even if you recover fully what he did was-

“You’re ‘pose’ta read to someone in a coma,” you mutter, lips and body heavy from the aches and exhaustion. Zoro looks up, wide-eyed and agog to the point of it being comical. “Or confess about how much you love ‘em,” you add, giving him a weak smile.

“Wha-.” He stares. “Law- The doc said you’d be asleep for a while.”

“Docs worry too much,” you reply, giving him a small smile. “You okay?”

“Am - Am I okay?” He nearly barks. “Are you kidding me right now?”

You shake your head. “You look like hell, Marimo.”

“Have you seen- wait,” Zoro freezes, on his feet, hands on the railing on the side of your hospital bed. “Do you… remember me?”

“I’ve known you most of my life, how could I forget you?” You grunt, the words nearly a grumble.

“What… what do you remember?” He questions, sitting back down. You can see the blood already starting to drain out of his face.

“What do you mean, what do I remember?”

“You couldn’t remember your name earlier.” A gruff voice says from the doorway, as Law walks in. He seems to be glaring at Zoro, but Law’s default face was kind of glare-y. He covers the distance from door to bedside quickly and is already shining a very annoying light in your eyes.

“I don’t remember being up before now,” you growl, squinting against the light. “I should’ve stayed asleep if you were just going to blind me.”

Law moves the light away an frowns. “What’s your name?”

“… (Y/N), Newgate (Y/N) since Pops adopted me, making me your aunt.” You answer, flipping him off even though the action made your arm ache.

Law continued to ask you a series of questions, and you knew most of them were because he had to. You must’ve really worried him the first time you supposedly came around, even though you couldn’t remember it, cause he laid out all twenty questions.

Zoro went through an impressive number of emotions, trying desperately to maintain his composure and not interrupt Law. It was cute on the one hand, but if he had been afraid you’d forgotten him, well, that would explain his earlier behavior.

Law leaves the two of you once he’s satisfied, and even offers to have a cot brought in so Zoro can stay the night.

Zoro’s head is back in his hands, and you give him a few moments.

“If I hadn’t,” he starts, voice shaky. “We should’ve…” He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t had put one driver to one truck. This is my-.”

“It’s the driver’s fault.” You interject. “I had,” you wince a little trying to sit up and Zoro moves to help you, adjusting the bed as you talk. “My high-vis vest on and everything. They cut down the alley so fast, there was no helping it.”

You chuckle a little, pained and short. “If I hadn’t jumped,” you shake your head. “No, never mind. I’m here… so… stay with me.” You reach out and he takes your hand without hesitation. “I’m lost without you, Zoro, so please… please don’t take a guilt trip and leave me alone.”

Hanging his head he snorts, shaking his head enough his earrings chime. “That was terrible.”

You smile. “It was perfect.” You tighten your grip on his hand. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” He says, kissing your fingers gently.

“Every other delivery company runs one driver to one truck.” You continue to push. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“… I did one thing wrong.” He insists. “I should’ve hired on more help. I shouldn’t have compromised how I run my business.”

You sigh. “I suppose I can accept that.”

The two of you stayed that way quietly for a few long minutes, the steady beep of your heart monitor and the quiet din of activity in the hall the only sounds for a little bit.

“Zoro?” You prompt and he looks at you after kissing the top of your hand.

“Yeah?”

“If… If I ever do forget, don’t… don’t let me, okay?”

“Huh?”

“No matter the circumstances, promise you’ll help me remember.” You assert. “Everything. All of it, every time… please.”

“Every time.” He promises, kissing your hand again.

#Forget Me Not Event 2024 #reader insert #x reader #amnesia #one piece fanfiction #request event #angst #roronoa zoro

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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Aghhhh how dare you hurt me with that third sibling reader idea 😭😭. The angst and fluff potential is staggering I’d love to see a part two or something. Reader deserves love bro kaeya and diluc better stop playing before they never see read again 😤

I don't have any plans for a part 2 but here are my thoughts on what happens after! 🥲 though I'm also a little stuck on their reaction– would they continue to distance themselves for the sake of protecting you? or would they try to make amends?

Diluc would still let you near him. You can sit in Angel's Share and he's comforted by knowing you're within reach, kind of like how Kaeya lingers around the tavern too.

He prolly won't let you back in the family though (especially now that he has new enemies and a dangerous agenda) but do expect your financial burdens to magically disappear sometimes!

(you think it's because people still respect you as a former-ragnvindr, but it's actually big brother diluc making sure no one gives you any trouble behind the scenes!)

Kaeya is more or less the same.

Honestly, Kaeya probably gives off an event more distant vibe than Diluc.

He never answers any of your questions, never let's you act like the siblings you used to be.

Sure, he acts teasing and nonchalant around you, as if nothing ever happened, but he treats you more like an acquaintance he's shared a history with.

That doesn't mean he doesn't care though. He's like Diluc in a sense that he watches over you from the dark.

// writing this sleep deprived

#hira replies #hira brainrot #diluc and kaeya #genshin diluc #diluc #genshin #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin hcs #genshin found family #kaeya #genshin kaeya #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader

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you can make an imagine of Morpheus being freed by his wife, I'm a big fan of the vampire diaries universe, so I thought of Morpheus's wife being a tribid (witch, wolf and vampire) imagine a furious wife with a thirst for revenge for her imprisoned husband I'm sure that would be chaos in the mansion

Okay...this got out of control, it's probably not really what you wanted kkkkk but it's in this vibe and I really liked writing it! I'm a big fan of TVD universe too so it was super fun writing it! Thank you ❤️

"NIKLAUS!" the screams of Y/N echoed through the Mikaelson's mansion at New Orleans. It wasn't unusual for the family to be locked away or daggered because Niklaus was paranoid, but this time it was different. As a tribrid – part witch, part vampire and part werewolf – it was a little harder to contain her, but Nik always found a way, especially to protect his twin. This time a witch who owned him a favy helped him lock her in the basement to make sure she wouldn't look for her husband.

Dream of the Endless and Y/N Mikaelson were not on very good terms the last time they saw each other, it wasn't something awful but just a little fight between the couple because Morpheus wouldn't share the burden of his duties with the kingdom with her. For Y/N it was like he didn't trust her enough to do so, but for Dream it was just a way to protect her, she might be a powerful tribrid, but she was still his wife and he would protect her with everything he had.

A few days after that Dream was imprisoned by Roderick Burgess and Y/N was naive enough to think she could count on her family. They hated Morpheus since day one for taking her away from them and the one who hated him the most was Nik. One would think that after more than half of a century she would lose hope and stop fighting back, but that was not who she was.

With time no matter how much she screamed her twin would never come for her and Y/N was now completely alone missing the being she loved the most.

"Why are you screaming?" she heard the voice of a little girl and when she turned towards the owner of it she saw a kid that reminded her too much of Niklaus for her own good.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Hope Mikaelson, ma'am. And I don't understand who and what are you doing here?"

"Mikaelson? As far as I remember my brothers and sisters are the only Mikaelson's around." seeing the confusion on her face, Y/N couldn't help but find it funny. "I'm Y/N, Niklaus' twin sister. That fuc…forking. That forking hybrid locked me here."

"I didn't know my father well enough to know why he would put you here, but if you're his sister then you're also my aunt." she smiled brightly and Y/N couldn't imagine how that child was Nik's kid. "I'm gonna help you, because we are family… Always–"

"–and forever." the tribrid completed her niece's sentence. The only way to let her out would be through Niklaus' blood, perhaps a descendant of him would work the same way, but Y/N didn't like that idea. She might not know Hope, but she was family and they protected each other above everything. "It's too risky for you. I assume from your late statement that Nik is…not around?"

"No, he…isn't. It's mostly me and mom. There's also Jackson and the rest of our pack, but the others are…gone. For now." her semblance was sad when saying it, but it quickly changed to her happy face once more. "But you're here and I've to free you!"

"I…cannot stay here once you do that, child."

"Why not?"

"My husband is in trouble, I can feel it. I must help him, he…needs me." through the century she could feel it, the way he seeked for her and worried about her wellbeing.

"But can you…come back? Please?" there was no way she could say no to that, perhaps Hope would be the first Mikaelson to not hate her beloved husband.

"We're Mikaelson, Hope. Always and forever." and that was worth a thousand promises. Once Y/N was free from that place she didn't even look for her siblings, all the tribrid did was run. She could feel him, Dream was in distress and far away from New Orleans. Y/N Mikaelson would burn the whole world for him.

Roderick Burgess was no longer alive, yet his son Alex still kept Dream of the Endless locked and deprived of his freedom. It angered her that he was still there, alone and thinking about the consequences of his absence to the world. No matter what others thought, she knew her husband was kind, he had a good heart. Oh, how the tribrid missed him, her body and soul were calling for him every single moment. To exist without him was like dissecting slowly, feeling her body lose strength until there was nothing more. She needed him as much as a vampire needed blood.

Dealing with wanna be magicians would be hard if she wasn't part witch herself, especially because they didn't know a tribrid could ever exist, Y/N truly was an aberration of nature. Firstly she had to compel Alex's husband, Paul, to invite her in and the rest was easy. Taking down every single guard was almost fun, mortals and their weapons thinking it could hurt someone like her. Killing was in her nature, but now she felt the need to do it for revenge. They were all guilty for imprisoning or helping keep him there. But the owners of the house would have their fate chosen by Morpheus, all she did was compel them to go upstairs and stay quiet.

"Dream…" there he was, trapped in his own cage with no clothes. At this moment she thought that their deaths were too merciful. When his eyes finally met hers it felt like her heart would explode, her dream was so vulnerable and…quiet. "It's me, my dream. I'm sorry for not being able to find you sooner, but I'm here. They will never harm you again." he finally stood up, at that moment Morpheus knew it wasn't a mirage or an illusion made by the others, it was his wife and she was here for him.

"Y/N…" it was the first time in a century since he said a word to anyone. "You came." Dream too remembered very well of the last time they saw each other, the hurtful words he threw at her and the way he left her at the waking world. If it wasn't for Roderick Burgess he would've come back to her, apologized for all he did wrong and begged for her forgiveness. But his wife didn't know that…and yet here she was.

"Of course I did, my dream. Nik…He…He trapped me, I was unable to find you. If it wasn't for that I would've come sooner!" Morpheus cursed himself for ever thinking she would leave him for something as silly as a little fight, that she would give up on him…on them. "All that matters is that I'm here now and you will never leave my sight ever again." Y/N put her hand in the glass and closed her eyes, she could feel his hand on the other side. It was as natural as killing, just like with any other part that made her a tribrid, her power strong and controlled making the ground shake until not only the binding was broken but the whole glass cage. The little pieces of it floated in the air like feathers until her eyes opened and it all fell into the ground.

"I'm sorry!" Morpheus was holding his wife like she would vanish any moment, it was as if this was all a beautiful dream. How many nights had he wished to see her face, to feel the warmth of her skin, the smell of her scent? Now here she was and he would never let her go again. "I love you." he did, he would always love her. Y/N didn't waste another second, pulling him in for a kiss, it was filled with passion, lust, but most of all…it showed how much they missed each other.

Many "I love you" were said while they kissed as if time had stopped and the rest of the world didn't exist. At that moment it was just Morpheus and Y/N, a husband and wife who were separated for too long. Revenge could wait, but not for long…the Mikaelson's were known for their cruelty and the tribrid wouldn't let Burgess get away messing with what was hers. Blood would rain in this house…more than already did.

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x oc #dream of the endless x reader

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