#sort of. it's like. supposed to be a stand alone piece that can exist on it's own

[imaginationxlost]

I sit a single rose on the grave, not sure how to feel. It’s a bright canary yellow, a standout on this particularly gloomy day, even for Seattle.

As if summoned by that thought, cold water hits the back of my neck right before the rain starts in earnest again, and I find my eyes trailing to one of the only other stragglers remaining here after the service. Steven’s eldest son, sitting on the ground against his car. His face is hidden, but I know he’s crying, even nearly twenty feet away. His red hair- darkened for the rain soaked into it- is plastered to his forehead, which is only just visible over his knees.

Keeping my expression neutral, I look back to the fresh dirt over my best friend, and the lone flower stark against it. Yellow, like his aura. His favorite color. And it means friendship; I think he’d appreciate it.

His family didn’t bring flowers. It’s just the kids left, so I’m not surprised by that. Even the eldest, Issac, only turned eighteen a scant few weeks ago. I can’t fathom how difficult it was for him to arrange his parent’s funeral. It’s not unexpected that he could forget to get flowers.

This must be destroying him, to not even have been in town when this happened; he was away at college. It’d been a couple months since he’d seen either of them.

At least I saw Steven the day before he passed. It was a tense conversation; he hasn’t been happy with me for a while. In all honestly, I’ve missed him.

I will forever, now. My gaze trails to Issac again, and I sigh softly, and walk over to him. This boy…

“Issac,” I say, my voice soft as I offer him a hand to help stand, but he barely has time to look up at me with that violet gaze of his when Steven’s middle child, Ethan pushes between me and his brother.

“Leave us alone!” He says, almost shouting, and I can’t help the sad smile that graces my face. Ethan is like me, a social mage. His words carry a power, something that would turn a weaker man away instantly, but they just glance off of me.

Ethan’s anger is pitiful. This simmering rage, barely contained, coming from a fourteen-year-old child. I understand it, certainly. He has every right to be angry. But his anger won’t help anything. It just hurts himself and everyone around him, though that’s still better than the alternative, of repressing his emotions for the sake of his siblings like he usually does.

“Ethan, I just want to help. Your father was very dear to-”

“Please,” another voice says, quiet but firm, and my gaze snaps to the youngest, little Alexis. Her red curls are carefully pinned up and her funeral dress is more of a deep dark green than black, “Please just go, Dr. Harris. We don’t need your help. We just want to be left alone right now.”

Something about the tone of this twelve-year-old girl strikes me, and I quickly have to turn away to hide my tears. I can see Steven in all of them, so clearly. In Issac, with the way his mind runs a mile a minute and he slips into these deep moments of melancholy. In Ethan’s passion and his violet specked blue eyes. And right now, in the steady and sure tone of his daughter’s voice, spoken exactly as he would have.

As he did, once, saying almost the same thing, when we were basically just kids ourselves. Just seventeen.

“Please, please just go, Godfrey,” he said quietly, but with a steadiness to his voice that didn’t match the tears in his eyes.

“Your father died, Steven,” I said, pulling a chair up next to him at his desk, “I’m not leaving you by yourself.”

“I don’t miss him!” he snapped, “would you miss your mother?”

I winced, but I didn’t leave, “No, but I’d be hurting if she… like your dad… I’m not leaving you alone, Steven. I’m not stupid.”

“I’m not going to be alone for long,” He muttered, “Mary is coming over soon as she gets out of school.”

A pang of jealously hit me at those words, but I kept it from my face. I couldn’t stand his girlfriend, Mary. She was younger than us, but she was his neighbor, so he’d known her nearly as long as he’d known me.  

I was the best man at his wedding to her, and I loathed every second of it.

“Then I’m staying until she gets here.”

He shot me a glare, but his gaze quickly softened, and he managed a smile, “You really don’t need to, but thank you, Godfrey. Without you and Mary… well, I’d have probably gone the way of my father years ago…”

For his daughter to echo his words so exactly after she lost her own father… It’s not the same, of course. Steven was a doting father, very much unlike his own. And yet, those words, delivered exactly the same tug at my heart, and it really does take all of my restraint to not break down in tears entirely.

“Very well,” I murmur, “but remember, if you need any help, just ask me.”

“We won’t,” Ethan growls, and I sigh and walk away, back towards the grave side. I really do want to help them; they’re all that’s left of my best friend. The only real friend I’ve ever had. A friend that could have been so much more, if things were different. If I were a braver man, like he was.

I stop, startled to see a bouquet of sunflowers and baby’s breath laying between the two graves, my yellow rose no longer alone. It takes me a moment to place where they came from, but only a moment before I find the older woman, her coppery hair streaked with white from age. I’ve only met this woman once, at Steven’s wedding, but I know who it is. This is Mary’s mother. The only real family Steven’s children have left.

“I thought,” she murmurs, not looking at me, “that it was tragic for there to not be any flowers. I came back to leave something. You’re Steven’s friend, right?”

I bristle, unsure how to respond to her. I so rarely interact with the non-magical. I don’t even know what she does or doesn’t know about it all. Does she know that Steven and I are both of ancient mage families? That we were much more than friends? We were practically family, having spent as much time at the other’s house as our own growing up. That even as adults, we worked closely together at Vincent’s academy for magic, first as Professors, and then as Headmaster and Deputy Headmaster. Does she know that the only reason I’m the Headmaster is that because he refused the position, insisting that I take it?

“Yes, he was my dearest friend.”

“The rose must be yours,” she says, nodding at it, “friendship. That’s what yellow roses mean. That or jealously,” she laughs, but it’s a tired little chuckle, “but I can’t imagine that’s what you were going for.”

I stare at her out of the corner of my eye for a very long moment, unsure what to say to that. I didn’t know that; the jealousy meaning, but it’s almost apt. I only knew it meant friendship because he told me that, seventeen years ago, at a different funeral.

He had placed a bouquet of the things on my wife’s grave, before he took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “They mean friendship,” he said softly, and just that broke me into sobs, and he just held me and let me cry.

Rebecca and I weren’t married long. We were both just twenty-one when she passed, and I was left as a TA and college student with one-year-old twin daughters to take care of.

Steven couldn’t know how that felt; he’d had loss, certainly, but never of someone so kind and loving, even in the face of a man who didn’t chose her.

I loved Rebecca, but that was a love I had to learn after we wed. My mother would have it no other way; I had to wed a girl from a mage family as prestigious as our own.

Steven’s mother had no such expectation, so he got to marry his non magical girl. He got to marry her and be out about his bisexuality.

I could do neither. I didn’t even tell him that I…

And yet, at that point I couldn’t be bitter, because he tried so hard to be her friend, to welcome this lovely English girl into our friendship, because I had no choice. And he did that, despite hating interacting with strangers. He was kind, above all else.

Somehow, that didn’t stay as enough.

“It,” I say faintly, “was his favorite.”

I wonder how things might have been different, had I just been honest with Steven when we were still kids. Had I just been brave enough to tell the truth, not just to him, but to everyone…

But, well, he’s always been better than me. A fact drilled into me by my mother through constant comparison growing up. Smarter, kinder, better looking, stronger, and braver. He was always better. No matter how hard I tried, and it was effortless for him.

That got grating, with time. Even his kids were better than mine. Issac is a prodigy. More than that. The only thing holding him back is his own mind. Meanwhile, my girls have to fight for every bit of recognition they get. Just like I did.

If I had told him…

There would have been other problems, of course. Our insular community of mages isn’t exactly the most welcoming bunch to queer people, but we probably would have been fine. He was still respected despite being very open about his sexuality, even combative to other staff if it was to protect queer students.

If I had told him when I first realized… Mary may have never been in the picture romantically. We were only fourteen, after all, and he certainly didn’t have a crush on a twelve-year-old.

He might be alive now, if I had just told him then.

Or it might have ruined our friendship and our lives for the backlash it would have gotten. I don’t know. I can’t know.

But I’m always going to wonder what might have been.

“I think I’ve met your daughters,” she says abruptly, and I lift my head to look at her as she continues, “With Issac. Steven and Mary watched them for you fairly often when they were younger, right?”

“And vice versa,” I say, barely above a whisper.

“Carrie and Kaitlynn, right? I remember Kaitlynn in particular; she’s a very sweet girl. She was drawing everybody a picture when I first met her. I think they and Issac were just three then.”

“… yes, Katie is very much like her mother in that way. Always trying to make the people around her smile.”

“And attached at the hip to her sister?”

“Well,” I look back away, “they are twins.”

A silence falls again, only interrupted by the sound of rain and a thunderclap, and I can’t help but look back at the kids again, Issac now being comforted by his boyfriend as he’s clearly sobbing.

I can’t help but wonder if the inclement weather is being caused by Issac. He’s certainly strong enough to, and in his emotional state…

“I’m going to take good care of them, Godfrey. I’m sure you’re worried, but I’m not going to let my grandbabies suffer alone.”

“You don’t have custody,” I mutter, and she sighs.

“Yeah, because your people’s laws are ridiculous on that front; my grand children are of no danger to me, magic or not.”

“I don’t disagree with you, but you could study wizardry, and take it back to court, if they were to just enroll at Vincent’s, rather than be homeschooled in it.”

“Tch,” she scoffs, “and how long would I have to study it to change the court’s mind? Besides, Steven and Mary wanted them to go to normal school.”

“Vincent’s is an exemplary school-”

“Yes, yes, I’m aware Headmaster, but it’s not normal, and normal is what they wanted. It’s just ridiculous that your courts put Issac in charge of them, when he’s just a kid himself. He should be able to just have his first year of college.”

“Again, I don’t disagree; the laws were written when unions between mages and nons were incredibly rare,” I sigh; it’s still not exactly common. “Also, I’d likewise much rather Steven’s wishes abided by as well, but it’s not exactly a simple issue, because Issac is the only one who can do that. Even if the courts allowed you custody of them without enrollment at Vincent’s, Issac would still be the one responsible for their magical education. He’d need to uproot his life, regardless.”

She sighs, “I know, but an old lady can wish for something better, anyway.”

“… I’m just glad that they’re alive. If they had been home…”

It wasn’t intentional, but I am glad the kids lived. I only expected to be sparing Issac’s life, with him being away at school.  

“Oh, I know,” she sniffles, and looks away, “from what Ethan said, Steven might have known something was coming. He told them to go to my house; he wanted Mary to come too, but she refused.”

That news comes with a pang in my chest, but I quickly push the feeling down

Of course, he did; that’s why he was distancing himself from me. There’s no point being upset about it now. I just need to keep moving forward. No more what could have been. The only thing I should think about now is what’s to come next.

I take one more look the canary yellow rose laying stark against the earth and bid a final goodbye to Steven Riley. My best friend, first love, and my enemy. I’ll take my grief with me, but I have to leave any reservations I have behind.

#character: Godfrey Harris #character: Steven Riley #character: Ethan Riley #Character: Alexis 'Lexi' Riley #not tagging Issac because he doesn't SAY anything #story: sparks #sort of. it's like. supposed to be a stand alone piece that can exist on it's own #but it has you know. characters from sparks #that graphic was slapped together very quickly

[apomaro-mellow]

Eddie and his bats part 1

Steve didn’t always know what to make of the demobats that followed Eddie around. At first, he was certain they were just waiting for the right moment to strike and take them all out. But when it was proven that Eddie had complete control, he stopped worrying about that.

And yet, still, there were moments when it looked like the bats wanted to eat him up. There were times when it felt like they couldn’t get close enough to him. They’d rub at his sides or nestle into his hair or just peer up at him like a puppy or a baby that wanted up.

It was weird. These were supposed to be flesh eating monster bats. Not cute little pets.

Eddie had assured them that in a similar way to the Upside Down, he and the bats were connected. So whenever he got the blood to fuel him, the bats were sated as well. And after the first time he fed on Steve in lieu of blood bags, they just kept doing that. Steve was typically more readily available and could obviously replenish his own stores.

“Don’t make me sound so cheap.”

Eddie had laughed at that. “Now you’re the Slim Jim.”

Steve had rolled his eyes but noticed one of the bats rubbing against his ankle again. The world really was turning quote unquote upside down if he was finding it cute. Cute enough to swipe a drop of blood left on his neck and hold it out to the bat, who licked it up gratefully.

“You okay givin’ ‘em another taste?”, Eddie asked.

“It’s a consent thing”, Steve said.

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When Steve finally figured out how Eddie felt about him (courtesy of Erica of all people) it was like the floodgates had opened. It was like you finally found that puzzle piece that made the picture make sense.

“I really can’t believe I didn’t see it before”, Steve said as he crumbled up some ground beef into dog bowls. 

“I think I was playin’ it pretty cool”, Eddie grinned before seeing what Steve was doing. “Are you mixing in wet dog food? For the bats?”

Currently three bats were all over Steve. One clung to his leg, slowly climbing, another attached to the back of his shirt while one was perched on his shoulder, all trying to get closer to the food.

“I just saw this premium brand and thought they might like it. I know they get energy from you but it’s probably like an IV drip vs an actual meal, you know?”

“Getting the nutrients but none of the pleasure, sure. But dog food?”

Steve placed the bowls on the floor. “There’s raw meat in there.”

The bats ate ravenously, as they did with most things and Steve shot his boyfriend a smug grin. 

“You know, if this gives us alone time so I can suck you off with no audience, I’m team dog food.”

“You mean my blood, right?”

Eddie just waggled his brows and started towards Steve’s room.

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Eddie had always craved some sort of power. To have authority over others. He liked having members of Hellfire under his orders or freshman that hung on his every word. Eddie liked feeling powerful.

So right now, sitting in his DM chair, making out with a lapful of Steve Harrington, he felt on top of the world. He let his fangs graze against those soft lips and the little whimper Steve let out made him fly higher.

And if he had a bat or two standing by to keep anyone from bothering them, that was his business.

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Steve was dead tired. He had to wake up early to open the store, then during his lunch break some demodogs got into the arcade and had to be dealt with, a woman spent an hour trying to convince him they had a movie in stock that didn’t exist in their inventory, and then after work he had to go to the grocery store and nearly got into it with that bitch Sheila on behalf of Claudia.

Needless to say, he was ready to lay down once he got home. When he opened the door, he wasn’t surprised to see a small horde of bats waiting for him. Eddie practically lived in his house now. 

“Sounds like Daddy’s home~”, Eddie called out from somewhere in the house. The bats were vibrating from where they sat. At one point they had swarmed Steve and tackled him when he got home, but he had spiraled into a panic attack and they (Eddie) learned to keep themselves at bay until he said it was okay.

Eddie got the welcome kisses first and then Steve knelt down to acknowledge the demobats. Once he rose, some attached to his clothes and hung on like little koalas.

“Rough day?”

“The roughest.”

The moment he said that, Steve felt the bats lift him off his feet and carry him off to his room.

“Comfy?”, Eddie asked once the bats laid him onto his bed.

“I feel like a messed up Disney princess”, Steve said through a laugh.

Eddie began to remove Steve’s shoes. “Then allow this humble servant to serve his royal highness.”

He swore he could feel Vecna rumbling in displeasure on the other side. But he was a lump of flesh, trying to build himself back up while having sent Eddie here to stir up chaos in his absence. It was why he’d been brought from the brink and given these abilities.

But as he listened to Steve sigh in relief while he gave him a foot massage, Eddie couldn’t see a better use for himself than being right here.

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[aquaquadrant]

The Time King

Word count: 1,937 Warning: Implied death A/N: Finally got around to uploading my piece for the @bdubszine (which y'all should def check out if u haven't already). This was a different approach for me and a lot of fun, loved the chance to write abt Bdubs's season 8 finale. Hope y'all enjoy, please reblog/comment if u do <3 - Aqua

The Time King

~*~

It’s the end of the world, and Bdubs is doing fine.

Why wouldn’t he? He’s the fuzzy, cozy, mossy Time King! Uh- King of the Server, in fact. If he may be so bold. Everyone else is- they had a meeting, and everyone else is leaving. Everyone’s leaving, he’s the only one left- last man standing! Oh, or uh- floating? He float- he’s flyin’ all over the place, now, uh- it’s fine! This is fine, he likes it.

(The Time King is a liar.)

Oh, so the moon is big. Hah, yeah, that- it’s been happening for a while now, Bdubs supposes. But he didn’t see it ‘til just- just recently ‘cause, um- of course, whenever night comes, he- he’s the Time King! And the Time King… changes the day- uh, changes night to day. Right. Right, right, right, right, right, of course. He’s gotta sleep, okay, so he hasn’t seen the moon for- for forever, and it’s big now.

And it’s comin’.

Blocks are flyin’ up everywhere, all over the place, and uh… they aren’t comin’ back. Some of these builds, oh boy, okay, they look rough. They’re getting pretty shambled. And then there’s the- the ground shaking, every so often. Shaking real bad. And then- yes, of course, the flying! Bdubs floats now, he flies- it doesn’t last long. He’s gotten used to it.

But everyone else got… uh, they got real nervous, it seems. Nobody else is on the world, currently, and- and nobody’s been on since their meeting, so. Yeah.

(The Time King is alone.)

So everything in the world can belong to Bdubs. Ah hah! That’s- he’s pretty sure that’s how it works. He thinks- the rest of the Big Eye Crew, Tango, Keralis- they gone. Oh, yeah. They- Tango went on a little uh… space mission, to the moon, okay, so- so Bdubs doesn’t think he’ll be back on this world again. He did… uh, send Tango a little message… you know, just to let him know that… well, things are floatin’ and flyin’ all over the place, it’s a mess here, everything is in shambles. So Tango really… really shouldn’t come back.

Oh! And Keralis, that sweetie, he’s got a- a- big ol’, uh… space… station? Space ship? So that’s- yeah, that’s how he’s leaving. Oh, but his house is so- oh, what a beauty! What gorgeous- it’s a shame, really, but- but hey, good for Bdubs! Right? Oh, that’s amazing. Keralis’s house and private island, Tango’s cyclops under the mountain, the Big Eye shopping district- sure enough, Bdubs can claim it all!

Isn’t this beautiful? This is- he feels like he could stay here forever. You know, for as much forever as he’s got left.

(The Time King is running out of time.)

See, Ol’ Bdubs- he ain’t no fool! He knows. He knows that, uh, there’s a good reason everybody’s leaving. It’s… this isn’t the kinda problem that can be fixed, you know? Of course, they’d respawn. Players respawn, when they get killed. But the moon is comin’ and he thinks there won’t be much of anything left, after. And who- who’d want to stick around for that, right? Right, okay… uh, well him, he supposes. But someone has to leave last, right?

That’s- that’s the thing about uh, you know, the end of a world. Someone is always the last one to leave.

Bdubs has played on a lotta different worlds, over the years. And someone will always be the- the last person to ever, uh, exist in a world... as everyone gradually fades out and uh, you know, ventures forth into new adventures… and stuff. That’s what usually happens, okay. So when a world ends, someone is always the last person to see it- to actually load the chunks.

And then they leave, and the world is held in a sort of uh, a sort of stat- uh, status? In stasis. So it’s still there- all their old worlds- waiting for them, if they ever wanna visit. Like, if they want to look at old builds, or look at old redstone. Or you know, just take a stroll down memory lane. So, the Hermits- they’ve had plenty of worlds end, but they’re never really gone.

This time is different. This time, there’ll be nothing to come back to.

So uh… it’s only right, Bdubs thinks, that someone be here to witness it.

And you know, there’s… part of Bdubs doesn’t like the thought of leaving his pets here alone. There’s Squawkers, of course, and Lulu, his faithful companion. Pets get left behind all the time on old worlds, it’s- it’s just how things are. They can’t travel between worlds. But Bdubs is always comforted by the thought that no matter what… they’re still there, waiting for him.

And he knows they aren’t real, okay, not in the way players are. They’re just- uh, little bundles of code and data that exist only on this world. They don’t have a- a unique, sort of… con- conscience? Or- no, um… consciousness. Something that can, uh… persist… beyond this world. That’s just how the universe designed ‘em.

Oh, there’ll be other horses, of course, in other worlds. Maybe uh… maybe even ones made of the same data and codes as Lulu. Like… the same- same color, the same stats. Like a- ‘oh, look here, this is a standard white horse with eleven hearts, eleven-point-nine block speed, two-and-a-half snow jumpin’ horse!’ Physically identical in every way, sure enough, but- you know, it- it won’t be Lulu.

Animals don’t respawn. Of course. So- so when the moon comes down, and uh… you know, blows everything to kingdom come… they aren’t gonna… um. It’ll- you know. So he just- he doesn’t want them to be alone, for that. Yes, yes, okay, Bdubs is a big ol’ softie, sure…

(The Time King is… sentimental.)

He’s not sure what’ll happen to him, exactly, after respawning. He’s never- can he even respawn in a world that gets destroyed? Or- or will it be like, um… the ultra- ultra hardcore? Worlds? Hardcore worlds where after you die, you just… can’t go back. It doesn’t exist anymore. Deleted. Gone. Bye-bye. Go back to another world. Yeah, maybe it’ll be like that.

But, you know, until that happens, Bdubs is making the most of it. Having a nice tour around the world, the beautiful world- seein’ what everyone built. Oh, it’s amazing- it all belongs to him, now! And that’s- there’s something really nice, about that.

‘Cause there’s all of Boatem, of course- Grian’s magical alley, Scar- sweet Scar- his uh, Swaggon… place? The Swaggons. There’s Impulse’s candy factory, Pearl’s mountain range, Mumbo’s sort of… mountaintop village… shrine? Yes, lovely. Oh, it’s all lovely. So the Boatem people left, down through the uh, the Boatem Hole, of course- those sillies. So it all belongs to Bdubs, now! Amazing.

Then there’s Octagon, too- and oh goodness, how amazing is Octagon! Doc and Ren, those two guys really… uh, really outdid themselves. Giant praying mantis… that’s- oh, that looks like some pretty impressive redstone, there- uh, for Doc, that is! For Bdubs, it’s- he can understand that, all too easy. Of course. Maybe he’ll improve on it, later. Yeah.

Oh goodness, there’s so much here… Bdubs could go on and on, really. Etho and Iskall’s savannah, Cleo and Joe’s big ol’ castle, Jevin’s slime pit and custom swamp, Cub’s humongous dripstone canyon, Beef’s spaceship, Xb’s bunker, Zedaph’s lab, Xisuma’s village, Hypno’s mushroom, Wels’s house, TFC’s mine, and the forest shared by False, Stress, and Gem. Oh, yes! Oh, baby, it’s all property of Bdubs, now! What- what a paradise this is! Even… even if not everything got finished. That’s okay. Uh- he can work on it, later. Maybe.

And of course, Bdubs checks on all the profits from the Big Eye shopping district. And sure enough, they’ve got sales! They’ve got- he’s practically rolling in diamonds, now! Richest Hermit on the server, by far! Isn’t that fitting, for the Time King? Oh, their beautiful shopping district- there’s still some wool scaffolding, though, around the place. Some outlines of buildings he never got to build. That’s okay, he- oh, didn’t get to build yet, he’ll say instead. Yeah, he likes that better.

(The Time King is great at pretending.)

And finally, there’s… oh, right. Hollow Hills. The horse course he was building with Etho. Right. He forgot about that. Right, right, right, right, right. Okay. It’s finished, it is, just- they had some ideas about cool things to add, power-ups and stuff, but the course is rideable! It’s- look, he can take Lulu for a race right now- perfect riding, of course, world record- and it’s all complete and- and functional! And he said- he and Etho, they always- every time they start a project together, they just go too big, okay, and never finish. But not this time! It’s finished! They did... it’s just, they never got around to holding a proper race on it, is all.

Um… 

That’s the other thing, about the end of a world. Usually, they have more time. 

They get to choose when they’re done, you know? And that’s- that��s not to say that they always finish every project, okay, but usually they’ve done everything they wanted to. Projects are left unfinished ‘cause of a lack of inspiration, not a- not a time limit. They usually have time to do whatever they need to before the end. But uh, right now.. all Bdubs can think about is everything he still had left to do, all the life he still wanted to live on this world.

So he’s not really sure if he’s still here because he’s brave enough to stay, or just too scared to say goodbye.

(Oh, Time King, did you get everything you needed?)

It’s the end of the world, and Bdubs is afraid.

He’s finished his tour, finished seeing all the amazing builds that he laid claim to, for- hah, for all of one day. He’s collected his profits, collected all the wonderful diamonds that he earned for his hard work makin’ and stockin’ the shops- even though it’s uh, it’s too late to spend ‘em anywhere. He’s completed his race, completed a perfect run on the racetrack, first try, of course, and- and he can claim the world record because the world’s ending, anyway, so no one could beat it even if they tried. No one will ever get the chance.

So as the moon bears down on the world, Bdubs stands outside his starter base- and that’s uh, that’s kinda funny to think about, you know? Calling it a starter base when he never really moved on from it. It’s just his base, his one and only base, and sure enough, it’s a moon, of all things. He’s got Squawkers on his shoulder, lil’ claws or uh, talons, gripping through the mossy cloak, still squawkin’ an imitation of a zombie they passed earlier. And he’s got Lulu at his side, lead rope in one hand as he pets her velvety soft nose with the other, tryin’ to keep her calm because he thinks… uh, he thinks she can tell.

And as the moon- oh, it’s beautiful. As the moon- the humongous moon, swallow the whole sky moon- bears down on the world, ringed with flames and blazing a- a yellow so bright it’s painful to look at, Bdubs can’t help but think that it uh, it looks an awful lot, actually, like the sun.

Isn’t that fitting?

(The Time King changes night to day, one last time.)

~*~

#hermitcraft #bdoubleo100 #my writing #@ everyone saying they like the way i write bdubs's voice- this is my magnum opus

[myonos]

mischief - full ver

yang jungwon x f!reader

genre: fluff, no angst because i’m a weenie

wc: 5k

warnings: mentions of nudity, like one curse word lmao

IN WHICH you are a mermaid and jungwon is human.

Jungwon knows he shouldn’t be out here.

Deep in the woods, with nobody around.

But curiosity got the better of him.

He eventually finds himself standing before a small body of water.

The trees surrounding the area are tall, covering the entire area in shade.

Jungwon stares at his reflection in the clear water before stripping himself of his shoes and socks.

As his feet submerge in the cool water, he feels himself relax, shoulders dropping.

He hears a sound in the water, eyes wide in search of the culprit.

He expects a fish or just a piece of seaweed, but what reveals itself is nothing of the sort.

There you are, a mermaid?

Your eyes search Jungwon’s, looking for any signs of fear.

He doesn't back away, so you glide forward.

Your tail is a majestic royal blue. It glimmers in the water. Your chest is bare, and Jungwon tries not to stare. Your hair is long, flowing in the water.

Your eyes are mischievous but playful.

Jungwon’s eyes stay trained on yours as you swim backward, showing your entire self to him.

Swimming back towards him, you offer him a scaly hand. He takes it somewhat hesitant but grips it tightly once he has it.

You gently pull Jungwon into the water. It's not too deep, but deep enough that he floats comfortably.

You swim circles around him, smiling as he laughs.

As you float before him, you wrap your arms around his neck.

He gulps, having never been this close to a girl, let alone a mermaid.

Your fingers trace his features, strong brows, cheeks, and soft lips.

Jungwon brings his own hands forward to brush your hair behind your ears. He wants to speak, but no words come out.

You let out a small chirp, tilting your head to the side.

Jungwon copies you, making you laugh.

Your laugh is melodious. It sounds like honey to Jungwon’s ears.

You bring your lips to his cheek, letting them brush against it.

You can see the blush rise to his cheeks, making its way up to his ears.

You do the same on the other side, trailing your lips down.

Your face is right in front of his, eyes pleading. For what? Jungwon thinks he knows.

Slowly, he closes the gap between you.

His lips find yours in a sensual kiss.

He's never done this before, but it feels incredible.

Your lips move simultaneously, pushing and pulling.

His hands make their way down your back, holding your waist.

As you separate, Jungwon can hear his mother calling for him. He must leave.

You pout, not wanting him to go.

He pecks your lips again, a promise that he'll be back.

As Jungwon gets out of the water, he doesn't know how he’ll explain that he's drenched. But it doesn't matter.

He doesn't know your name, but he plans to find out one way or another. He decides to call you Mischief, for now, your eyes ingrained in his mind.

Now, all he wants is to see you again, and he can't wait.

You feel ecstatic as you rush back to your pod.

They didn’t know you were up there. Interacting with humans is strongly advised against.

It's not prohibited, but your people fear humans will hunt them if they were to learn of their existence.

You find your best friends in a group as you float beside them.

“Where have you been?” Chaewon asks.

“I met a human boy,” you giggle as your tail splashes behind you.

Your friends gasp, “Y/N! You know we're not supposed to interact with them,” Yeri scolds.

You sigh, “I know. But he was right there, so cute, and I couldn't help myself.”

Yunjin is biting her nails, something she always does when she gets nervous. “Was he afraid?”

You shake your head, “He even swam in the water with me. We didn't even talk. We just laughed…and maybe kissed.”

They gasp even louder, drawing attention from some others around you.

You shush hastily, “Stop, you're overreacting.”

“Overreacting? Y/N, you kissed a boy! A human one, no less!” Chaewon whispers, pushing your shoulder.

“Are you gonna see him again?” Yujin asks, bending closer to you.

“Hopefully? I'm going back tomorrow.”

“Let's just hope you don't get caught.” Yeri rubs your arm, looking sympathetic.

Yeri is somewhat of a romantic. The thought of a “forbidden” love melts her heart.

The next day, you leave the pod undetected as you did before.

Making your way to the small pool connected to the ocean, you wait.

Footsteps approach, and you duck.

You recognize Jungwon’s face as he comes forward, and you happily swim toward him.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.”

You realize this is the first time you’ve heard each other's voices.

“I never got your name,” Jungwon says, taking his shoes and socks off. “I'm Jungwon.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats. “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

You blush.

Jungwon puts his feet in the water and you swim to come between his legs.

“Where are you from?” You ask, resting your head on his thigh.

He looks away in embarrassment for a moment before turning back to you.

“I’m from here, my house is just a couple of feet away from the woods. I’m not supposed to be this far out, but how can I not when you’re here?”

You giggle, drawing patterns on his thigh with your finger.

“Do you regret the other day? Kissing me?”

Jungwon shakes his head vigorously, “No! That was like, the greatest thing I've ever experienced.”

“So, would you mind doing it again?”

You pull yourself out of the water, sitting next to him on the soft grass.

Jungwon leans forward, kissing you softly.

Your hand finds the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there.

Suddenly there's a splash, and your friend's heads appear from underneath the water.

“What are you guys doing here?” You exclaim, looking at Jungwon next to you.

“We wanted to meet your boyfriend,” Chaewon says, giggling at your shocked expression.

“Correction. Chaewon wanted to meet him, and I got dragged along,” Yunjin interjects.

Yeri nods, saying the same.

“Whatever,” Chaewon rolls her eyes.

You sigh, “You guys shouldn't have come up here. The others might get suspicious.”

Chaewon tells you it's fine, that no one noticed them leaving.

“Fine. Jungwon, this is Chaewon, Yunjin, and Yeri. Guys, this is Jungwon.”

Jungwon gives a shy wave and the girls enthusiastically wave back.

They start bombarding Jungwon with questions which he answers graciously.

You don't know how long you spend there, Jungwon answering questions while you look at him lovingly.

“It's starting to get dark, we should get going,” Yunjin says.

You pout, hating to leave Jungwon again.

It's almost as if he read your mind, “I'll see you again tomorrow, yeah?”

You nod, pecking his lips.

He blushes while the girls squeal.

As you leave, the girls can't help but talk your ear off.

They tell you how cute Jungwon is and how they approve of him.

You can't help but recall how he didn't deny it when they called him your boyfriend. Does he view you that way? You assume he must.

That night, you sleep happily knowing you have someone like Jungwon.

Your head lays in Jungwon’s lap, him playing with your hair.

“What’s your world like?” Jungwon asks, twirling a piece of your long hair around his finger.

“Well, I spend every day with my friends. We either swim around the ocean interacting with sea life or we stay in our grove. Sometimes I spend time alone.”

“There’s no tv or phones down there?” The way Jungwon cocks his head is adorable, it makes you giggle.

“No. I’ve read about them in our library but we don't have technology.”

“I would show you if I could.”

You nod, “I know. But for now, just being with you is enough for me.”

Jungwon pulls you up for a kiss, humming in content.

“I’m so in love with you,” he says after pulling away.

“And I'm in love with you,” you reply.

Jungwon tells you about his life and his friends. He doesn't mention his family and it makes you curious, but you don't pry.

He has multiple friends whose names you learn one by one.

The smile on his face as he talks about them makes you happy. You're glad he has people in his life who care about him.

You must count as one of those people too now?

Jungwon asks you to tell him more about yourself.

You tell him how you love sunrises and sunsets, spending time every day to watch them.

Your favorite color is orange, another reason you love the sun.

Jungwon looks at you with so much love in his eyes, it almost makes you shy. To be the focus of someone's attention like that, it's something you've never felt.

Your time once again comes to an end. But now, you don't have to feel sad. You know you’ll see Jungwon again the next day.

You don't forget to keep the girls updated about your time with Jungwon.

They're in awe at your stories, happy for their friend.

Jungwon wishes the same could be said for him.

He wants nothing more than to tell his friends about you. But unfortunately, he knows they'd pester him about you, asking to know who you are. He can't exactly tell them you're a mermaid, they'd either think he's lying or crazy, or both!

At the same time, he almost likes keeping you to himself, with nobody to butt in and take your attention away from him.

He's never been in love before, but if this is what it feels like, he's never been happier.

It's early in the morning, way before your meeting time with Jungwon. You're in the library, reading about human history.

You're thinking about what Jungwon said yesterday.

That he wishes he could show you the human world.

Believe it or not, the human world is something you've always been interested in.

You wish there was a way to experience it.

Maybe there is?

There's a restricted section towards the back of the library that no merperson is supposed to go in.

You being you, never listen. Surprisingly, you've never been caught in the restricted section. Today is no different as you make your way to the back, searching for a specific book.

Your eyes glimmer in excitement as you find exactly what you're looking for.

“Lost Magic” is written in big, black letters on the front cover.

You flip through, magic crowns, magic hourglasses, magic figurines, and then you find it.

A magic necklace that's said to give you any power you wish for, even the power of transformation.

With this necklace, you could become a human and spend more time with Jungwon!

You hear a sound from the entrance of the library so you scurry out of the restricted section, making your way to the front.

You look around, no one is there. Taking the book, you make your way back to your grove.

When you tell the girls about your idea, they look at you like you've grown another head.

“Are you crazy?” Yunjin exclaims. “Magic items are impossible to find, a lot of them are in dangerous places.”

Chaewon and Yeri nod along, “Even I think it's dangerous, and you know me!” Chaewon says.

“I know it's a crazy idea but this could mean spending more time with Jungwon and that's all I want.”

Their questioning stares almost make you retreat, but you stay firm with your decision.

Chaewon sighs, “Fine, we’ll help.”

Yeri and Yunjin's eyes widened “We will?”

“We will.”

So, you set out. The book says the last known location of the magical necklace, officially named The Myonos, was in the depths of the Myronia Sea.

That's not far, so you and the girls swim your way down there.

It's dark and creepy, you want to back away, but your determination pushes you forward.

Chaewon, Yunjin, and Yeri follow behind you.

You can barely see in the deep waters but a faint glow guides you. It's the necklace, stuck in a log of wood.

You go to reach for it but a large mouth comes and bites at you, almost taking your hand.

You all shriek, backing away from the log.

Two eels slither out of the log, “What business do you have with The Myonos?” They speak simultaneously, their voices scratchy, like gravel.

You gulp, swimming just slightly forward.

“I want the necklace to become a human.”

“Human you say? You may take the necklace but he warned! If you are not back in the water by 10:00 at night, you will stay stuck as a human, forever!”

They slither away, leaving the necklace free for you to take.

As you're about to grab it, Yunjin stops you. “Wait! You heard what they said, is it really worth it?”

You stop to think.

You risk never being a mermaid again if you don't make the deadline.

But, being without Jungwon is something you can't imagine.

Do you take the chance?

“Yes,” you say, taking the necklace from the log.

Jungwon is already waiting for you when you get to the small pool.

“Hi,” he smiles.

“Hi. I have something to tell you.”

He's quiet, letting you continue.

You bring out the necklace and his eyes fall to it.

“This is The Myonos. It’s a powerful necklace that can grant any power to the person who has it. I think if I wear it, I can become human.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened, “Become human? Is that really possible?”

“Yes. I want nothing more than to be with you. For you to show me the human world. Will you?”

Jungwon looks into your big doe eyes, and he thinks that he'd want nothing more.

“I will do anything for you.”

You put the necklace on and follow the directions from the book. Tell the necklace your desire and it will come true.

“I wish to become human.”

Within seconds the water around you begins to swirl, covering your body from head to toe.

When it stops you no longer feel as heavy. Looking down, you see two long human legs.

“Oh.”

Jungwon looks away from you, blushing.

“What's wrong?”

“You’re…..naked. I mean, I got used to seeing the top part but not the bottom. Stay there! I'm gonna get you a towel and clothes.”

Without another word, he gets up and runs away.

You float there, admiring your new set of legs.

Kicking them in the water, you get used to the feeling of not having a tail.

Jungwon comes back a few minutes later.

“I had to steal these clothes from my sister, they should fit you.”

You put on the underwear, sweatpants, and shirt he gives you, (you ditched the bra, it was uncomfortable).

Jungwon begins leading you out of the woods, but you're already amazed. The trees are so tall and green. The flowers around you have bloomed beautifully. When you get out of the woods, you're greeted by a huge house.

“Is this your house?” You ask, gasping as Jungwon nods.

“Nobody is home right now, so we can go inside.”

Exploring Jungwon’s house is like nothing you’ve ever seen, not even in your books.

He shows you his room and you coo at the stuffed animals on his bed.

He blushes, throwing them around the room, “My mom buys me these.”

“But you keep them! And that's so cute!”

After showing you the rest of his house, Jungwon insists on showing you around town.

You go to his favorite place first, the arcade.

He shows you how to play all the games, and somehow you end up beating him at everything?

He pouts as you beat him again for the fifth time, but automatically brightens up once you kiss him.

After that, he brings you to his favorite restaurant. He orders a whole load of food for you to try, which you do eagerly.

It’s all delicious, flavors you’ve never tasted before.

“Jungwon!” You hear someone call from behind him.

6 boys are walking towards your table and Jungwon turns to you, almost panicked.

“Those are my friends. I haven’t told them about you 'cause I didn’t know how not to mention you know…”

“And who would this be?” One boy says. You notice his large, doe eyes first out of all his facial features.

“Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

You internally scream at him calling you his girlfriend, like it’s almost too good to be true.

The boys all gasp, then they’re ranting.

You hear multiple exclamations of “Why didn’t you tell us,” and “I can’t believe this.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! We’re still kinda new so I didn’t wanna rush it.” Jungwon waves his hands furiously, trying to call them down.

He turns to you, giving an apologetic smile.

You giggle, waving your hand, letting him know it's alright.

The boys spend the next few seconds introducing themselves.

You shake their hands enthusiastically, happy to meet Jungwon’s friends.

They all sit down and within seconds you’re having a conversation with them like you’ve known them forever.

You manage to dodge questions about where you’re from, your family, and things like that.

It wouldn’t be the best idea for them to find out about you, at least so early.

Another hour passes with you and the boys eating, talking, and having fun.

Jungwon tells them you have to leave and you sadly get up, wishing them farewell.

“I know you wanted to keep talking to them, but there’s somewhere else I wanted to take you before today is over,” Jungwon says, taking your hand into his.

You end up walking a couple of blocks away from the restaurant.

When you reach your destination, you’re filled with excitement.

Jungwon has brought you to a cat cafe.

You’ve read about human animals and pets but never thought you’d get to experience it for yourself.

You get situated and immediately cats start to flock to you and Jungwon.

You’re trying to pet them all and Jungwon is watching you with a smile.

“You’re so cute,” he says.

You smile back, “You’re cuter. It’s like looking at a bunch of yous.”

You knew Jungwon looked like something you’d seen before, you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Now you know, he has the cutest cat face ever.

You and Jungwon stay there for a while, eating desserts and feeding the cats treats.

By 9 o’clock, you know it’s time to leave.

Coming back to your little pool in the woods, Jungwon bids you farewell with a sweet kiss.

As you get back into the water, it immediately swirls around you as it did before, and you’re back to having a tail.

You have to say you almost missed it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You ask, tilting your head.

Jungwon nods, “See you tomorrow.”

You and Jungwon spend the next couple of days together, doing everything you can think of.

He takes you to the local library and you’re fascinated with all the different subjects.

A particular fantasy book catches your eye and Jungwon chuckles as you show it to him. “The Little Mermaid” is printed on the front and you spend some time reading it.

It’s not very accurate, but you have a fun time anyway.

There are so many books about the human world, you wish you could take them all.

Afterward, Jungwon takes you to the movie theater and you watch the goriest slasher film they’re playing.

It’s disgusting and yet you’re somewhat fascinated.

Jungwon had to close his eyes at certain parts of the movie, but you held his hand through it all.

He takes you to the local record shop where you’re impressed by all his knowledge of music. He shows you record players, vinyls, CDs, and even digital forms of music on his phone.

You listen to old hip hop and r&b in the store and find it to be your new favorite sound, next to Jungwon’s voice.

Another day passes with you and Jungwon having the most fun together. His parents still don’t know about you, which is fine.

You don’t know how they’ll react if they know about you, and neither does Jungwon.

Later on, when Jungwon gets home, the first thing he hears is hee complaining.

“What’s going on?”

His sister turns to him, “I can’t find my favorite tee, you know the red one?”

Oh shit.

Jungwon knows exactly what shirt she’s talking about because he stole it for you to wear.

He still has his sister's clothes that you’ve worn the past 2 days, they’re in his laundry hamper.

“I haven’t seen it,” he says, quickly making his way to his room.

Without interference, Jungwon takes the clothes along with his own and goes to the laundry room to start a wash.

He has to find another way to get you clothes without his sister getting suspicious.

It’s almost 10 o’clock, but some stores must still be open.

He finds the closest clothing store to his house and makes his way in.

He purchases multiple shirts, underwear, and pants for you.

When the cashier gives him a look, he pretends not to notice.

Getting back to his house, his sister is no longer in the living room, she must have gone to her room.

He sighs in relief, nobody is here to question him.

Bringing the clothes to his room, he places them in his drawers, underneath his clothes.

Jungwon lays in bed that night, thinking about you.

Who else would he be thinking about?

It's only been a couple of days since you discovered each other, but Jungwon has never been happier.

He never knew that having a girlfriend would be so amazing.

Wait.

Jungwon realizes he never asked you to be his girlfriend, you've just been using the word as a disguise.

Do you want to be his girlfriend? He definitely wants you to be.

He decides tomorrow will be the day he officially asks you.

Jungwon is waiting for you with a new set of clothes.

After your transformation, you put on the clothes and ask “What are we doing today?”

“I was thinking we could just stay here for today.”

He gestures behind him and you see a beautiful setup with a blanket on the ground, fake candles surrounding it, and a basket.

“I didn't wanna cause a fire so I used fake candles, I hope it's okay. I also have this,” and he hands you a beautiful rose.

“Oh Jungwon, it's beautiful.”

He leads you to the blanket and you sit down gently.

Jungwon opens the basket and you find all your favorites from the restaurant the other day.

You and Jungwon spend your time talking, laughing, and just enjoying each other's company.

“There's a reason I set this up,” Jungwon says after a silent pause. “I wanted to tell you something.”

You stay silent, waiting for Jungwon to speak.

“Y/N, meeting you has to be the greatest experience I've ever had. You're funny, you're beautiful, you're so full of life it makes me feel like I can't be without you. I know we've used the excuse of you being my girlfriend before, but now I'm actually asking. Will you be my girlfriend?”

You can feel your heart bursting inside your chest.

You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Jungwon because nothing was certain. Now you know he feels the same way about you that you feel about him.

You nod enthusiastically, “Yes, Jungwon. I’ll be your girlfriend!”

You throw yourself onto him, both of you laughing as you fall over.

He places a kiss on your head before finding his way to your lips, enveloping them in a kiss.

You spend the rest of the evening reveling in your new relationship teasingly calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, like kids.

1 MONTH LATER

You and Jungwon have been going strong. You spend every day together either in the woods, in town with his friends, or in his home.

You finally met his family and they loved you immediately.

His parents welcomed you with open arms and his sister squealed about having a new friend.

She said you can bully Jungwon together, which you teasingly agreed with.

Today you and Jungwon are at the grove.

It’s been hard keeping your secret, but you’ve managed nicely.

“Maybe we should tell them? Your friends and family? I don’t know how they’d react but I don’t know how much longer we can keep this up. They’re constantly asking about my parents and home and we’re running out of excuses.” You say, combing your fingers through Jungwon’s hair, his head in your lap.

“That’s the thing, I don’t know how’d they react either,” he replies. “I don’t want them to be scared of you, or think badly of you because of it.”

“I don’t think they’d be scared. Confused for sure, but not scared.”

Jungwon hums.

“It’s up to you,” he says. “If you want to tell them, then we will.”

You contemplate it for a second. If you tell the truth, that’s no longer a secret you have to hide. But if their reaction goes badly, it could put you or your pod in danger. And you might not be able to see Jungwon anymore.

You think taking the chance is necessary.

“Let's tell them tomorrow.”

Tomorrow comes faster than you anticipated and suddenly your nerves are flaring.

You managed to gather everyone at the grove, even Jungwon’s parents, who now stare at you both in confusion.

“What's going on?” Jungwon’s mother says.

“There's a secret we've been keeping from you for a bit now.” Jungwon begins, taking your hand in his.

“Oh god, don’t tell us Y/N’s pregnant?” Heeseung blurts out, and everyone looks at you both in panic.

You both shake your heads vigorously, “No one is pregnant,” you confirm and you see a sigh of relief fix onto everyone’s faces, especially Jungwon’s parents.

“The truth is, our relationship started here at this grove, but not how you think.”

You decide to just come out and say it.

“I'm a mermaid.”

There's a long silent pause, before Niki, as blunt as ever, says, “Is this some sort of joke?”

Everyone starts to cautiously giggle and laugh like they don't know what else to do.

“It's not a joke,” you say.

You step into the water, clothes and all, and watch as the water swirls around you.

You can see the faces in front of you contort from confusion to shock as it happens.

Back in your natural form, the small crowd is silent.

“This is how we met.” Jungwon comes to sit beside you on the ground.

You pick your tail up for everyone to see.

Wide open mouths are all you get in response.

“We know this is kinda crazy but please don't be afraid, I promise we’re harmless,” you plead, hoping for someone to speak.

Jungwon’s mother finally closes her mouth, before opening it again. “I don't know what to say.”

Everyone nods their heads in agreement.

“Don’t say anything, just don't be upset.” Jungwon takes your hand again, tightening his grip.

“I'm not upset, this is like the coolest thing ever,” Jake pipes up.

He steps forward like nothing and sits on your other side.

“So are there more of you?”

And just like that he strikes up conversation like he's not talking to a mermaid.

You start to see everyone else visibly relax as the situation finally sets in.

They all make themselves comfortable as they listen to you speak.

You spend the next hour indulging everyone and their questions and you feel Jungwon squeeze your hand.

By nightfall, everyone has left and it's just you and Jungwon once again.

“I'm so glad this worked out, I was worried for a second.”

You nod in response, relieved yourself.

“They were all so cute asking me so many questions.”

Jungwon is thinking for a moment, it seems like it was serious given the look on his face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I was just wondering, you’ve seen my world, but I still haven’t seen yours.”

Oh, right.

“Do you think that necklace could make me a merman?”

Your eyes widen at Jungwon’s inquisition.

“I don’t know, are you sure you’d wanna try that?”

He nods.

You take the necklace off, giving it to Jungwon.

He gets into the water beside you and says, “I wish to become a merman.”

The water swirls around him and the final result makes you gasp.

Jungwon’s tail is a brilliant shade of blue. It shines in the water.

“Oh my god,” Jungwon says, flicking the tail around.

“Jungwon… you're beautiful.”

He already was beautiful but now, he's even more beautiful.

You hug Jungwon tightly, not believing this is real.

“Well, let's go!” He dives beneath the water even before you do.

You lead Jungwon to your pod, but he's stopping every couple of seconds to admire the deep sea.

Animals come up to you, dolphins, and turtles, and Jungwon eagerly interacts with them all.

Normally outsiders would be questioned by your pod, but because he's with you, nobody questions it.

You see your friends who are all looking at you and Jungwon in shock.

“Jungwon!” Chaewon exclaims. “You're here!”

Your friends all swarm you. They got used to being up in the human world but never expected this.

You all decide to show Jungwon around, him meeting new people as you go.

You finally get to introduce Jungwon to your parents. They love him, even when you tell them he's actually human.

Yeah, it could've waited, but you figured it would be better to do it quickly.

You show Jungwon all your favorite places in the ocean and your cove.

You can see the night sky from your cove, and Jungwon stares in awe at all the stars.

Later on, you say goodbye to Jungwon as he makes his way back home.

You've had the best day of your life. The man you love is officially yours and you've been in each other's worlds, something that seemed impossible just a few days ago.

You and Jungwon are chilling on his bed when he suddenly brings you into a hug.

“What's this for?” You ask, not hesitating to hug him back.

“I’m just happy,” he says. “I have the girl of my dreams, an amazing life, and I get to experience a world others could only dream of. I'm just really happy we found each other that day.”

You bring Jungwon into a kiss, long and passionate.

“I’m happy too… happiest with you.”

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please excuse any typos or mistakes 🤣 i hope y’all enjoy this! i have a sunghoon idea in mind that will happen!!

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[misswhyso]

He’s tall. Beautiful, in a sort of detached way: dark hair falling past his eyes, sharp cheekbones, golden skin glowing under the sun. And there’s just something about him that’s so visibly unsettling; Steve has to squint to focus on him, lest his sight goes blurry around the edges.

“Eleven,” the man says. His voice is low, a rumbling comfort. “You probably don’t remember me.”

“I don’t,” she agrees readily. 

The man takes a step closer, and Steve represses a shiver. “My name is Sebastian,” he says, “but Papa called me Five.”

El stills. So does Steve, and Jonathan, and everyone else in the room—the air goes numb, falling onto the ground with an almost audible thump.

Holy shit, Robin mouths to him.

Which, yeah. Holy shit. The past week has been a whole new kind of hell: the Upside-Down coming back with vengeance, Eddie nearly torn to pieces, Max—Max. God, Steve can barely wrap his head around it. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees her—every time feels like the first time. How is Steve supposed to live with Max’s unexistence?

And now this guy comes out of nowhere, after the fight of their lives, to reveal himself as fucking Five. It’s almost too coincidental. It feels, and Steve knows he’s not alone in thinking this, like a trap.

“Prove it.”

Sebastian (Five?) raises an eyebrow. “Prove it?”

El nods. “Yes,” she says. “Prove that you’re like me.”

Sebastian opens his mouth, then closes it. “Hm.”

“What, so you can’t do it?” Dustin asks. Steve has to curl his fingers into a fist to resist slapping the back of Dustin’s head. Jesus, the kid is way too cocky. One day it’s going to get him killed, but for now—

For now, Sebastian simply smiles. He glances at the hospital door, then at Steve, a familiar glint in his eyes—warm, amused, like they’re both in on the joke. But Steve is not laughing. Should Steve be laughing?

“I don’t know if it’s a smart idea,” Sebastian says. “I want you to be on my side, you see.”

“If you want to be on our side, we need to know what you can do,” Mike says evenly. He positions himself in front of El and Will. After a pause, he adds, “Or what you can’t.”

Yeah, Steve really needs to have a talk with the kids about self-preservation.

“Alright.” Sebastian straightens up, cracks his knuckles. He smiles, sharp this time, something in his gaze darkening. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

“Why would I—”

“Sit,” Sebastian says. 

Mike sits.

“Stand.”

Mike stumbles back to his feet.

“Do a jumping jack.”

And Mike jumps.

Sebastian places a hand on Mike’s shoulder, and the younger boy settles, eyes wide and face pale. “I’m persuasive,” he says. “That’s my thing.”

“What the fuck,” Mike says, taking a step back. His hands are shaking. Steve thinks his are too because what the fuck. He shares a look with Robin, Did you see that? She blinks back at him: Holy shit. “What the fuck just happened?”

“Told you not to freak out.”

“Okay,” Jonathan cuts in. His eyes are narrowed. “Okay, we believe you.”

“Persuasive?” El says, rolling the word around her tongue. “You didn’t get that from One.”

“Right,” Sebastian says. “I have no idea what that means.”

“Like the number,” Steve finds himself saying. It’s strange—something compels him to Sebastian; he wants the other man to look at him, to give him his full attention. And now he’s talking, and he’s got to figure out what he’s trying to say. “Like, you know, you’re Five? And he’s—uh, four people before you. And he’s kind of the source of power or something.”

Robin sends him a thumbs up, which means That’s right. He thinks. It’d be embarrassing to be wrong.

“One,” Sebastian repeats to himself. “But One doesn’t exist.”

El shakes her head. It’s a muted thing—the memory of El saying he’s dead flits through his mind—as she takes a deep breath and says, “Papa lied.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “That. And now he’s going to end the world, so. I guess it’s a good thing you’re here?”

Sebastian closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You know, I kind of guessed the end of the world thing on my own.”

“Is that why you came?” Mike asks. He’s gotten over the shock, and is leaning forward in curiosity again. Steve doesn’t know how he does it, shake the unnatural off like he’s born clean and anew each time, and it digs at him a little—how much shit do these children have to be thrown into that they can just stand up again, dust their knees off and walk away?

Too much, is the answer. Even a little bit is too much.

“Well, yeah.” Sebastian runs his fingers through his hair. “Honestly, I thought something was happening with the lab.”

“Kind of,” Mike says. “Long story short, there’s a nightmare dimension that’s merging with our world now.”

“That…sounds like a long story, yeah.”

“Okay,” Robin says. She claps her hands together. “Okay, anyway, what this means is that now we have Eleven and Five, which is good, right? Like yay! Two against one. That’s, like, so much better for us.”

“Two,” Sebastian says.

“I’m pretty sure one plus one equals two,” Robin says.

Sebastian throws Steve another glance—which, what does that mean, even?—then nods. “Okay. And I’m going to—what? Tell him to stop?”

“We’ll figure it out,” Dustin says, confident. “But for now, you can, I don’t know. Chill out.”

“Wait.”

Steve whirls around: Lucas, whose hand rests on Max’s, looks up at them with a determined look in his eyes. And it’s an immediate thing—he knows. He just knows. Because he’s watched Lucas grow up, taught him to play basketball, drove him to and from the hospital so he could be with Max. He knows what Lucas wants.

“Actually, there is something you can do.”

“Now?”

“Now,” Lucas says. He gives Max’s hand a squeeze, then stands up. “Can you ask her to wake up?”

Mike presses his lips together, and a pained expression crosses his face. An expression that, Steve guesses, is reflected on his own. There is something to be said about how tightly Lucas and Max hold onto each other, how Lucas comes by everyday, always hoping that one day she’ll open her eyes. 

This something pulsates between them; Sebastian must see it too, this terrible hope. He says, gently, “I can try. I can try, but I don’t know if it’ll work.”

“Okay,” Lucas says. “Try it.”

Steve shuffles to the side, giving Sebastian a clear path to the bed. He watches as Sebastian walks over, closes his eyes and presses his fingers to her forehead. Inhales deeply. “Wake up,” he commands.

Nothing happens.

And it’s only when nothing happens that Steve realizes he had been hoping for some miracle—that a part of him was waiting for it to work, for Max’s eyes flutter open. Steve digs his nails into his palm. Look: Max is as white as the sheets, her red hair the last vibrant thing about her. She looks—she looks dead.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian says, and he sounds it.

Lucas presses his lips together, eyes wet, and shakes his head. “Nah, it’s fine. It was a gamble, anyway.”

They know, though, that it’s not fine. God, and it’ll never be fine again, will it? It hits Steve, all of a sudden, how hopeless everything seems. Even if they do kill Vecna, there’s no guarantee that Max will wake up again. That Eddie will wake up again. Max, who is young and bright and beautiful; Eddie, who is louder than life, a wildfire in his own right.

That’s not fair.

That’s not fucking fair.

“Listen,” Sebastian starts, then pauses. He says, very slowly, “I didn’t escape alone.”

“What does that mean?” Jonathan asks.

“Well, when I ran, my job was persuading people to let us through. Persuading the people I could reach, anyway. But Seven—” he meets Steve’s eyes for a second before looking back at Jonathan “—Seven’s job was healing me.”

The room falls silent.

“Healing?” El repeats.

“I mean,” Sebastian says, “I don’t know if it works for comas, but that could be worth a shot, right?”

“And this Seven, you can get them here?” There’s a half-wondrous, half-crumpled look on Lucas’ face, like he wouldn’t be able to bear it if the answer isn’t an affirmative.

“I can,” Sebastian promises.

Lucas exhales shakily and stumbles forward, pulling Sebastian into a hug. “Thank you,” he says, voice muffled into Sebastian’s shoulder. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“I can’t guarantee that it’ll work,” he warns.

“But it’s better than anything we’ve got at the moment,” Will says, and there’s a ghost of a smile on his face, and god, it’s been so long since any of these kids got news that wasn’t absolutely devastating. Steve feels something in him settle at the sight.

“So how do we do that?” Steve says. “Where can we find this guy?”

Sebastian looks out of the window. The afternoon light rests on his cheekbones, and he looks angelic, almost. He looks like coming home.

“We can go now,” he finally says. “If you come with me.”

Robin frowns. You?

Steve shrugs, then asks, for good measure, “Me?”

“You can drive, right?”

“So can I,” Jonathan says.

“No, he’s fine,” Sebastian says. He begins walking through them, towards the door. “Come on.”

Which, like, he’s not a dog. But this is Max’s life on the line, so Steve wriggles his fingers at Robin (What am I doing?), and says, to the room, “Guess I’ll be back—when will we be back?”

Sebastian’s hand is on the knob. He doesn’t turn around when he says, “Very soon, actually.”

“I’ll be back very soon,” Steve says, jogging up to Sebastian.

The moment the door closes behind them, Sebastian catches Steve’s wrist. “Steve, right?”

“Um.” He tries shaking his hand free, but Sebastian is strong—freakishly strong. If that’s another one of his powers, maybe they have a better chance against Vecna than he thought. “I don’t think I told you my name.”

“You did,” Sebastian says, even though they met five minutes ago and definitely did not exchange names. He pulls Steve down the corridor. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

“Like, together?” Steve is so confused.

“Yes, like together.”

It barely takes them a second before they’re pushing through the doors of the bathroom. It’s empty, cold, and Steve realizes that they’re all alone. “Dude,” he says. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I compel people,” Sebastian says, apropos of nothing.

“Yeah, I think we’ve established that,” Steve says. In his head, he thinks, Shit, he’s going to kill me. Which is a normal thing to think, considering that he’s nearly died at least five times before the age of twenty-one.

“And,” Sebastian says, squeezing his wrist, “everything I did, I did because I thought it was right. That it was safe. You get that, right?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Okay.”

Sebastian lets go of Steve, who stumbles backwards, hitting the sink. “Sebastian?”

“Okay.” Sebastian rolls his shoulders back, and lifts a finger to tilt Steve’s chin up. They stare at each other: Sebastian’s eyes are a light brown, the kind that haunts Steve in his dreams. “And I’m sorry, okay? I really am. About everything I’ve done and everything I will do.”

None of these makes sense. Steve opens his mouth, ready to ask What are you talking about, but—

“Seven,” Sebastian says, voice echoing. “I need you to remember.”

#steve has powers #steve harrington #stranger things #experiment steve harrington #st drabble #mine

[ohwhataniight]

more than the world can contain - Chapter 4: A Scandal in Belgravia - Part 2

Part 1

J

Needless to say, I end up calling the Cafe Royal to cancel Sherlock’s reservation because he spends the evening pretty much unconscious, drooling on his pillow.

I have met many women in my time. Not to sound cocky, but I’ve always had my way with the ladies. Yet no one had prepared me for Irene Adler. Dear God, for the amount of dates I’ve been at recently, it’s quite pathetic to think that this is the first time this year that I’m seeing a woman fully naked. Some love life I’ve got. The most frustrating part with this particular woman is, I’m not even in the picture. It’s almost as if I don’t exist. The good doctor, standing on the sidelines of the battle as my colleague and friend participates in the closest possible thing to sex that is not sex in my presence. How am I supposed to feel about that? I have signed up for many things, but being Sherlock Holmes’ wingman isn’t one of them. The sight of Irene Adler wrapped in his Belstaff isn’t making the situation any better. I almost decide I preferred her without it, for reasons other than the obvious.

S

“Shall I tell him?” No. No, no need for that, half naked lady. John doesn’t need that piece of information. Keep John out of this. Leave John alone. “My measurements”. My John.

Great. That’s just great. The blurry blob she refers to as John hovers over me. “Sherlock, are you alright? Sherlock!”

John. John is good. John is nice. Soft. Brilliant, though often underestimated. I’m alright John, don’t worry. It’s the Woman, she messed with my head, I can’t read her. John. John? She’s here, she’s in my head, under my skin. You’re a doctor. Help, John.

“Sherlock, can you hear me?”

Yes of course I can hear you, John, you’re shouting and you’re making my head pound even more and the world is a haze, come back John. Come close. I want to touch you, my dear, most loyal blob. The best blob.

It’s all too bright. Tell them to turn off the lights, John. Don’t leave, John. He’s going to get you, blow you up in the air, and what shall I do without my blogger? Stay, John, it’s getting dark now. Thank you for turning off the lights. You’re the best. My best.

J

“How long has he been like this?” Lestrade asks with a troubled expression, two fingers resting on his tightly pressed lips.

“For a while now. He’s been gurgling and humming gibberish to the floor. Help me get him up?”

“Sure. Just let me get a picture first.”

My moral compass points towards protecting my friend’s dignity, but then again, it serves him just right. We carry him downstaits to the police car. On the trip back home he snores loudly, spread out on the backseat with his head on my lap. I constantly monitor him, making sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit, as Ms. Adler so helpfully advised. Got to trust her judgment in this one, she sure does look used to that sort of thing. To causing it to others.

Greg and I carry him upstairs. Much heavier than he looks, especially when he’s reduced to deadweight. I stay in his room for a while, staring at him sleep. How the tables turn. Eventually I retire to the sitting room, watch some crappy telly. He calls from me every now and then, or rather, he yells in distress, and at those moments, a fist clenches tightly around my chest. At the same time, I can’t help but acknowledge how endearing the whole situation is.

S

“Somebody loves you.”

We’re still in the crime scene in the country, and Irene rudely changes the subject.

“Why are you here, again? Get out.”

“I didn’t recall you wanting me out when I helped you with your boomerang puzzle. Now help me with mine,” the Woman, still wearing his Belstaff, pushes an red-nailed index finger into his chest. “You, Mr. Holmes. Why are you turning down my advances? I can see you’re intrigued by the Game. I’ve been an angel so far. Why won’t you let me show you what it’s like when I play dirty?”

“I could. I might. I’m curious and you seem like an excellent candidate to help expand my horizons. But other than that, I’m neither romantically nor sexually interested in women.”

My gaze drifts away without me realizing it. Usually, in my mind palace, I have complete control. Not when I’m drugged against my will. I want to know exactly what goes in and out of my transport.

“Dr. Watson?” she sighs impatiently. “Don’t bother looking for him, he’s not here. For some reason you did not invite him this time. But do explain to me, while you’re at it, how are you two not married yet?”

I turn around again and my eyes meet her cold, magnetizing gaze. “Impertinent.”

“Why?”

It is my turn to sigh impatiently, and avoid her gaze once again. “Well, as he made perfectly obvious when he first saw you, he’s only interested in women.”

“So you would. If he weren’t.”

“Forgive me, I do not seem to understand what you’re implying.”

“Look at you, hopelessly, catastrophically in love with your straight bestie. It’s a pity, Mr. Holmes,” she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “We could do great things together, you and I. No matter. John Watson is a lucky man. One day he might even realize that.”

“I...” my throat feels constricted, there’s pressure on my chest, I need to finish this sentence but I don’t seem to find the words. “I...” am not in love. I am not in love.

“Hush now. It’s okay, I’m only returning your coat.”

“I...

John? John! JOHN!”

#sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fanfiction #johnlock fic #sherlock #fanfiction #queer #irene adler

[fellow-traveller]

There's a minor debate in the JoJo fandom about Part 3 having fillers. I'm just...;;-;;

Consider this a mini attempt to help the new gen of JoJo fans understand something about JoJo. Might be kinda long, so...under the cut :)

JoJo is probably one of the anime that has no fillers. JoJo manga's runtime from Part 1 to 6 is from 1987 to 2003 pretty much gets faithful adapted into the 2013 anime. They have minor changes and additions to it from the manga, but not enough to be calling them fillers. Even the OVA, it still holds the storyline without straying away from the source material.

But somehow, a few fans, minor up to the age of 25, misunderstood what a filler in anime is. They sort of assumed that filler means boring plots or side stories that are not important to the main plot.

I'm sorry but, no.

Fillers are story arcs/major events in an official anime that do not exist in its original source material i.e. the manga or novel. Filler was used (and still is) to "fill up" the time between the production of the manga and the anime that is supposed to refer from said manga. As not to have the anime catch up with the manga, fillers are made.

Best examples of anime notorious for fillers are Naruto and One Piece. They had story arcs, 2-3 episodes (or more) long, and definitely doesn't add much to the actual story in the manga. Newest addition would most likely be MHA, but that's more of padding (adding extra elements/scenes to existing story) than an actual filler.

I get wanting to label an episode in JoJo as uninteresting, but filler is not the correct word to use. If it's boring to you, then it's just that - boring.

Plus, I'm not sure how other JoJo fans perceived JoJo's story arcs and how they were constructed in terms of art and pace. If one notices, Araki has the habit of showing a dramatic scene or a battle in slow motion. Unlike other battle shounen anime/manga, every movement, every punch, every kick, is fast paced. But JoJo is drawn in such a way to show the actions in slowed time.

As such, it's best to keep that in mind when one feels like the battles are drawn or the story prolonged. The pace is normal, but Araki drew them to depict slow motion.

I'm obviously biased with Part 3 since it's my favourite part, but if you want it to be less boring for you, maybe instead of concentrating on the story pace and the "villain of the week" framework, try looking it in a different angle.

Like, why tarot cards? Why the association to colours for their Stands? Why the certain designs of the characters/Stands? Why the small changes from manga to anime? Or manga to OVA to anime? Tbh, there are so many things one can dig just by the cards alone, which can make your experience with Part 3 more enjoyable.

#honestly i want to see more meta of everyone's favourite part 3 characters' tarot cards #i get if part 1 was boring but part 3 tho #hol horse is there how can it be boring #/lh #musings #personal #jjba #honestly fans not knowing what a filler means is just...baffling to little old me

[pastelgalaxiez]

A New World: Wild, Wonderous, and Overgrown

A Brief Overview:

THE WORLD

The earth has been commodified by a new and rapid magical growth, causing natural disasters, sickness, loss of communication, loss of technology, and many many deaths. No one has been able to explain why. The story starts in Oregon, still lush and green, but now an even denser rainy forest with impossibly sized trees sprawls across its entirety. They stand the size of skyscrapers, covering large swaths of the earth below in darkness. Terrifying skittering can be heard coming from the lofts of trees. On misty days fog settles around crumbling buildings, and tree logs stretch into a blurry white above. An odd stillness falling over the entire area.

Natural resources from the world before are few and far between. Plants seem tangentially familiar, but the texture is off, or the color is tinted, or the entire thing is scaled far too big.

(Concept art of the forest  and broken cities below)

Moving out of what remains of Oregon, things only get stranger. Arizona and Texas and deserts -like before- only now pits have appeared, revealing only darkness below. Rock juts out in odd formations, and several pieces are defying gravity all together. Sand running down to the mainland below, like a never ending hourglass. Often viewers will find themselves lost staring at the running sand, wondering where it’s coming from, where it goes, and why it hasn't stopped. When they finally look away the sun is almost set, their mouths are dry, and their legs are shaky. Who knows how long they had been standing there.

Even hotter are the wastelands. The ground ashen and devoid of all but the harshest of vegetation. The earth cracked and warbled, a glow of fire between the cracks. The earth itself is uncomfortably warm to the touch, heated from the magma below. Anyone who attempts to traverse the terrain must watch their step, lest they lose their footing and burn themselves. However they must also keep their eyes towards the sky, in case the winged beasts above decide that they are prey.

(Concept art of the wastelands below)

The great plains have cracked, crashed, and rose, affected by some cataclysmic earthquake. Leaving steep thousand foot drop offs into pools of purple liquid that the new creatures of this world drink from. It’s gorgeous, and breathtaking, and almost seems peaceful, until someone spots the large lumbering creatures below. No one wants to get close enough to find out if they’re peaceful or not.

(Concept art of the plains below)

Not everyone is gone from the world before. Pockets of safety, settlements and stragglers exist. Those that can adapt quickly survive. Those who've ended up alone struggle their way through wastelands or fallen cities, devoid of other human connection. Scavenging in abandoned shops for supplies, while avoiding the monsters that lurk. Those in small colonies lend much better social lives to say the least, but they're terrified to wander outside the walls. And their scrambled together hierarchy system is bound to crumble soon if nothing is done.

New things are changing everyday, humans are shifting and morphing in ways that their body and mind wishes to reject, sprouting new limbs, fur, gaining strange elemental powers that they have no clue how to control, or if they even can. They all just want it to stop, and the fates would agree with them, if someone wasn’t meddling in the background…

THE WANDERERS

The gods aren’t supposed to step in, they’re supposed to set things up, sit back and watch it all play out. They’re supposed to be the directors of the play, not act in it. But when a mortal tries to rise to the status of the gods, and becomes power hungry in the process, their hands are forced. But there are rules for this sort of thing. A council is brought together, and each of them choose one being. One individual with the qualities they deem fit to save the world from total ruin.

Two unsure boys.

One timid, and doomed to death before the adventure even begins, but bright and clever. Daemen

The other hot headed, angry at the world, (and rightly so), but strong willed, and charismatic when need be. Max

One excited girl.

Naive and loud, but friendly, loyal, and has a damn good right hook. Juniper

And one terrified individual

Stubborn, and a little selfish, but quick, honest, and learning how to care again. Indrid Webb

They’re finding their footing, scared and stumbling. However, the gods have faith that they will complete their task in time. They have to. It’s not like saving the world come with a backup plan.

(The Wanderers, first image, from left to right, Juniper, Indrid, Daemen, Max)

All concept art shown is illustrated by me and me alone!

#writers of tumblr #writers #world building #character creation #my ocs #original character #graphic novel #concept art #creative writing #hybrid character #ghost character #ghost #rabbit #deer #just a boy #fantasy #post apocalypse #fantasy writing #illustrators on tumblr #illustration #digital aritst #digital art #traditional art #queer artist #queer characters #trans characters #trans artist #nonbinary character #just some teens on a quest #kids saving the world

[taikk0]

Does your little OC/Sona have a backstory (both fictional, and practically) ? I did see them in a murderous mood and it seems there was more in there... So I was wondering

Oh good question, but a couple of weird answers incoming-

So.. technically speaking, no he doesn't. Because I keep flopping around between at least three and none of them are canon, since I'm not really satisfied with either one of them.

However, I don't really think I consider them to be very important at the moment. Because I have a VERY brief outline of his story and you could easily not even think about the backstory because it doesn't really serve a purpose, and honestly I think I'd be fine with it just the way it is and keeping it that way until I find a compelling story to tell with the backstory being a major player.

Narratively speaking, yes. but I've made up the absolutely brilliant excuse of giving him amnesia and I made two memes about it not too long ago but I never posted them because I had no idea when they would become relevant so nows the time I guess:

All that out of the way though, The reason why I decided to not properly give him one is that I kind of grown to not really enjoy making characters having a huge chunk of their story being pushed to the wayside as "the backstory" because I think it wastes a lot of narrative potential and is only used as a backdrop to explain why a character is the way that they are in the story they were supposed to be a part of. It kind of makes it feel like the character had their own movie and the main story they're actually a part of is a crossover sequel with other characters with their own separate movies. So I'd much rather focus on what happens and becomes of them in the present. Which brings me to my next weird answer:

Their main story is the backstory???

It really isn't, but with the state of its current presentation, it might as well be (BUT IT ISN'T) let me explain- The timeline where most of the art I depict him in is scattered all around. In one artwork he's with the Krang, and in the next, he's with Leonardo, and after that, he's in a white void breaking the fourth wall.

But there is actually a timeline between them, it's just unclear and the art is their own stand-alone thing, but they are a part of the bigger picture, just very small "can be broken off and nothing would change because it's just a little twig that grew from canon but is not a part of said canon" branches

But I can say that the Leo art where they're just hanging out and being buddies with no bad blood between them is what becomes of Mix once his arc has concluded. Take it as sort of tidbits of an epilogue.

Though for full transparency here, Mikyomix isn't really a rise oc. He was just my sona that I inserted into canon because I bullied Leo on my TikTok story once, which led to me drawing them interacting for the first time. I didn't really give it much thought then, but now I can confirm that he does exist in the rise universe somehow despite breaking its usual conventions. He's a strange dude, and everyone takes note of it. What also adds to his peculiarity is that most of his lore started off as a joke, but it all ended up tying together and accidentally made sense. the pieces were there, it only took me a few months to realize that they weren't just ornamental, and I started piecing it all together. Just know that most of the jokey lore and character details I've made about him now serve a purpose.

But.. as much as I talk about it, I'm kind of torn between just keeping it my own thing and making the story I want to tell. It's super cheesy and lame and it's technically a self-insert, but at this point, there will be a time when the self-insert stops being a self-insert, where they get so far into the world and the events that happen to them within it that they start taking up their own form. It's not really you anymore, they're their own character. It becomes less about what you would do if you were in the same situation and more about how the character would react given their personal experiences.

That was a very weird tangent but it sounded too good to edit to fit everything else in so I'm keeping it. Anyways not only that, but also the fact that I'm a VERY amateur writer, and god knows how badly I could ruin the execution. I doubt that I'll ever write it in full, but I might occasionally post about it just because I can.

I had no idea where to put this in but I had to mention it for anyone more curious than they already are.

Mikyomix is a very simple character, but they still have depth. he's not complicated enough to have a very deep and complex narrative with hidden subtext that is worth a character analysis. But they're enough to serve a story dedicated to them.

also:

there is a more in-depth reason for this I promise I'm not just throwing darts blindfolded and hoping I hit something

#SORRY THIS IS SO LONG AND I DIDNT EVEN TALK ABOUT THE STORY ITSELF #the last image with the color wheel made me gasp when i realized wtf i just did and its implications and how it somehow helped me shape- #-his character arc its so stupid 😭 #fighting the urge to infodump about this stupid aliens character arc so hard that you can visibly see the veins on my forehead #yeah [color] represents his [eye-opening statement that would be long enough to be an essay] #taikko asks #mikyomix sona #taikko talks 2 much

[fictionadventurer]

WIP asks (if you're still taking them--sorry I'm a bit late to this): rook and thrush and/or stolen lives?

"Rook and Thrush" is my "King Thrushbeard" retelling. It's meant to fit in with the other short fairy tales I'm writing--first person, sticking as close to the original as possible. I've only written the first scene of it, but it's a good one to go back to when I'm feeling cranky, because that is very much the narrator's vibe. (Also, it's fun because Thrushbeard is having the time of his life indulging his trickster side--or at least he will be until this comes back to bite him.)

“By the king’s left eye!” he crows, in that high-pitched accent that makes it sound like he’s trying to swallow his own tongue. “Never thought I’d end the day with a wife. This morning I thought, ‘Maybe I’ll play a tune for that king up the hill. Get a coin or two from him.’ And the moment I step in the door, he shoves his own daughter on me as lawful bride. Now, I ask you, dear heart, is that a thing that any right-minded man could have been asked to predict?”

I am too angry to answer. If I speak, I will explode, and we are too close to my father’s house. I refuse to let Father see how thoroughly he has won.

My husband doesn’t mind my lack of answer. He chatters on gaily, “I comes before him, plays my song, and instead of offering me a bit of gold or a bite or supper, he says, ‘You’ll marry my daughter.’ Just like that. ‘She’s refused all other husbands,’ he says. Now, knowing what sorts o’ kings and dukes and things has been asking for your hand, I says, ‘Then I doubt she’ll take me, sir.’ But he didn’t care a jot about that. That’s downright fair-minded of him. Most folks’d look at my clothes and my eyepatch and think me a first-rate scoundrel, but I suppose kings is better’n us common folk at reading the hearts o’ men , so I reckon he could see the bit of gold I keep tucked under the muck o’ mine. ‘She’ll have no other for her husband,’ he says, and who am I to gainsay the king? They march me into that little chapel--in front of the bishop himself, and me in nought but my common traveling clothes!--and barely give me the chance to look at you afore they calls us man and wife. But here we are! The minstrel and his bride! Rightful wed before God and man, and I daresay you’re a prettier piece of womanflesh than I expected. Downright picture-like now that I can see you proper in the sunlight.”

Stolen Lives is the draft of the Shapeshifter Goose Girl story I talked about the other day. I don’t have anything I want to share from that draft, but I will mention that since I made that post, a Prince of Egypt post sparked some thoughts that led to a lot of worldbuilding and a new take on the story. I’ve written a short prologue that outlines some worldbuilding and the moment where the main character is captured and enslaved. It’s still very, very rough, but I suppose I can share a snippet of it, since I’m at the point where I’m excited that it exists at all.

I grab what I can from the table—cutlery, candlesticks, anything that might be useful as a weapon. Mother tears it all from my grasp. “No, Isa!” she says. “We can’t fight.”

She’s right. None of us can. Our gifts are weak after the long night of fasting. Rioma must have known this, and chosen this holiest of nights for their cowardly attack.

Mama places her hands on my shoulders. Her power surges through me, and my own power rises to meet it, following her lead to change my body in the space between breaths, far more than either of us could do alone. In moments, I stand as tall as Mama, with night-black hair that hangs only to my chin. In the glimpse I can see of my face in the darkened window, I can see that I appear much older.

Mama’s eyes are wild as she looks into my new face. “Isa! Run!”

There are still a lot of potential pitfalls with this new angle, but I’m willing to explore and see what comes of it.

#adventures in writing #isfjmel-phleg #answered asks #fairy tale retellings #fun fact: in the rook and thrush scene i imagine that her husband is slipping between three or four different over-the-top accents #and she absolutely does not notice

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Mortal Kombat: Return of the dragon king: The Runner’s revival.

Summary: Kabal awakens in a strange realm, with even stranger company.

Chapter List.

Chapter List part two.

Kabal was no stranger to surreal dreams. Nightmares about past missions, about his scarring, his mind mocking him for past misdeeds. He usually got more sleepless nights than restful ones.

But this was bizarre. He was in some kind of pitch-black room, and he wasn’t alone. Someone familiar was standing across from him.

It was himself before being burned. Dressed in that olive green jacket and black vest. He had that cruel, confident smirk he hated seeing. A sigh of the monster he used to be. It looked at Kabal’s face and winced.

“Oh, damn. What happened? Got your face stuck in the grill?”

“What the hell are you supposed to be?”

The reflection looked at his gloved hand, turning it back and forth.

“Dunno. I think I’m just your subconscious manifestation of all those wicked thoughts in your messed up head. Those things you try to keep hidden so you can convince yourself that you’re not a total piece of shit.”

The reflection looked at Kabal and smirked cruelly.

“I mean, you already look like a monster-

Kabal lunged at his past self, punching him hard in the face. He kept hitting him, again and again as his fist became caked in red. He slammed his opponent to the ground and wrapped his hands around his throat. The victim didn’t seem bothered.

“See? First instinct is to kill. You haven’t changed. And you never will. You’re still the same greedy, selfish, piece of filth everyone says we are.”

Kabal’s grip tightened but his head wasn’t fully in it. Was he right? Was he just a monster?

The floor suddenly burst into golden flames, and Kabal was ready to just let himself go as the flames consumed everything in its path.

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Kabal woke up somewhere new. He opened his eyes and lurched forward, panting heavily. He looked around, finding himself in some sort of hut.

Kabal slowly sat up, noticing a pendant with a centre auburn jewel around his neck. Weird. He was never into jewellery. Though he did steal some nice stuff in the clan.

He shook his head. Why did he think of that? He hated the black dragon. He only joined because Kano offered a way out of poverty. Kabal moved on from the pendant to look at his newly bandaged abdomen. Huh. Someone must’ve saved him.

There was a man watching him. He was missing half of his face, exposing his skeletal jaw. He looked at Kabal and his eyes which lacked pupils widened in surprise.

“Good, you’re awake.”

The voice was deep and calm, but Kabal still felt off kilter due to the messed-up dream. If it even was a dream.

“What… happened?”

“I found you bleeding out in an abandoned warehouse, I healed your wounds and took you to my realm until you recovered consciousness. You have been here for five days.”

“Right. And where is… here?”

“Chaosrealm. A realm where laws don’t exist and freedom reigns supreme. From your face behind the mask, you would fit in nicely.”

Kabal started to calm down a little. He still had questions.

“Okay, what’s this pendant about?”

“That is a chaos pendant. When you first woke up you were inconsolable, slamming your fist through the hearts on my visitors.

Damn, was he that much of a loose cannon?

“Uh, sorry?”

“Don’t worry. My people are remarkably sturdy.”

As if to demonstrate, Havik snapped his own neck and did so again with little issue. Kabal wondered if he was having a really messed up trip.

Okay, he was found by Havik, healed, and in a coma for a few days. If he could get back home, he could tell Stryker about what happened, and things could go back to normal.

Right… normal.

The normal of saving people only to have them scream in terror. The normal of sleepless nights dreaming of redemption that always seems out of reach. Of furious fists against the mirror.

Despite his frustrations, Kabal stood up and put on his long coat before heading towards the door. Havik blocked the way.

“Where are you going?”

“Earthrealm.”

Havik cocked his head.

“Why? You fit in much better here.”

“I… have a job there. A duty.”

Havik shook his head and sighed like a disappointed schoolteacher.

“No, no, no. Someone like you shouldn’t be bound by duty or morality. I’ve observed you for some time. How you used to operate on your own choices, no matter the cost. That drive, that chaos? Is who you really are.”

Kabal clenched his fists in rage, but something calmed him. When he was with the black dragon, he felt satisfied. He took what he wanted when he wanted. The only reason he left Kano was because he was bored.

Wait, no, that’s not why I left. What’s going on?

Havik pushed himself off of the door and circled Kabal.

“The black dragon was formed by a group of people who grew tired of their organisation’s restrictions of honour and code. The black dragon is built upon chaos. As a free spirit of chaos, you have the chance to reform it. Make yourself truly free.”

Kabal paused. All this time since he left he’s been trying to redeem himself. Save people. Save himself. And how had he been repaid? Scarred for life. Feared by people he wanted to protect. Nearly killed in an abandoned warehouse with no backup. Maybe it was time to quit being good and just embrace the truth.

He was always a black dragon, through and through.

Kabal lifted his head, reinvigorated with newfound purpose.

“You’re right. The black dragon will return. But first, I need my weapons, and some recruits.”

Havik pointed to a pair of hook-swords on the nearby bench. They were identical to his original weapons. The same, but different. Havik explained.

“I observed your fight, and I constructed a copy of your weaponry using magic. You will find them quite identical.”

He picked them up, twirling them before putting them on his back.

“There is a portal nearby to earthrealm. The chaos pendant can also act as a compass towards those with fellow free spirits.”

Kabal nodded before heading out to the portal. When he formed this black dragon, he would finally be free.

That idea enticed him more than anything before.

#return of the dragon king #Mortal Kombat #mortal kombat deception #Kabal #Havik #things i create #my writing stuff

[tangleweave]

send me a ship and i’ll write five short scenarios/imagines (Wanda and stephen)

[ One ]

In the quiet of the Sanctum Sanctorum, the sounds of Stephen enduring night terrors are particularly pronounced... enough to wake the dead, let alone the woman who's been his guest since the Westview incident. Wanda pads through the hallways on bare feet, seeking out his bedchambers with little thought but to coax him back to a more restful state, and she steps through the broad door without so much as knocking. She finds him lying in his four-poster bed, drenched in sweat and occasionally thrashing against the sheet hiding the lower half of his body.

With pursed lips and a knowing gaze, she approaches to the right and gingerly sets aside the tablet still propped on its stand beside him; how it had managed to survive thus far without being thrown to the floor is no minor miracle. She lifts a hand and tentatively summons the crimson energies at her disposal, twisting her fingers in directions his own would find flatly impossible. Ethereal tendrils of read stream down from between them and caress his forehead and cheek, gentle as a whisper.

Stephen's body strains for a long moment, as though a demon is being exorcised... and then, slowly, steadily, his musculature relaxes, and the wrinkles of his face smooth into nothingness, leaving behind only his sharp features and the stark contrast of his black hair with silver highlights.

The crimson disappears, and her fingers reach out to touch his cheek.

"Sleep now," Wanda murmurs. "I'll watch you... and catch you if you fall."

~*~

[ Two ]

"Think this is a good idea?"

The question escapes Stephen's lips before he can recall it from existence, but now that it's out there, he can't do much but let those lips quirk up into a wry smile. Wanda does look beautiful in her red dress, and outshines even him in his three-piece charcoal suit. The restaurant's attendees are two sorts -- either trying desperately to be noticed by two of the most powerful spell-slingers on this arm of the Milky Way, or trying to evade notice by them. Either way, the staring is evident, and the work to avoid staring even more so. They'll be the talk of this particular locale for the next month, easily.

Wanda blinks and tucks her head back, then tilts it to one side while adopting a wry smile of her own. "Cold feet, Stephen? I've heard stories, but that must be a record, even for you. We haven't even been seated yet."

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. It wasn't a response he'd expected. "Oh, and what's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you should relax, and do what you got dressed up and came here for -- treat your date to some of your favorite dishes so she can enjoy a taste of more than just American excess. Stark loves his cheeseburgers and wheatgrass smoothies perhaps a little too much."

It's Stephen's turn to tilt his head. "Well, you sound like you're in a proper mood for some tit-for-tat."

Her brow wrinkles. "I've never heard of that dish."

So rarely does Stephen Strange belt out a full-throated laugh. This is the first one tonight... and won't be the last.

~*~

[ Three ]

Wanda arches a brow at the golden trinket Stephen offers her, then takes it gingerly between two fingers and studies it with all the intensity of a forensic investigator. "Well, to call this a 'ring' is a bit misleading, isn't it?"

"You're not wrong. You can call it a 'slingie' if you like, it's what I do," he replies.

"English isn't my first language but that makes it sound a little like a child's plaything."

"Also not entirely wrong around here. It's the first magical talisman every Kamar-Taji sorcerer is given." Stephen holds up his right hand, already adorned with a sling ring of his own. "It's a focus for generating portals."

"Which you can open to any place you can think of?"

"To an extent. It helps if you've been there before." A smirk appears beneath his facial hair. "There are other talismans, of course, but those are only lent out after proven aptitude. For the slingie, you could call it... a gateway artifact."

Wanda's smile is not quite so broad or free as Stephen's; instead it is considerably more guarded and polite. She considers the device for a few more moments, then holds it back out to him. "It's a fascinating item," she says, "but somehow I don't see myself using it."

He frowns. "No?"

She shakes her head. "I'm already exactly where I want to be."

~*~

[ Four ]

"Why do you wear your facial hair like Stark's?"

Stephen glances at Wanda in the mirror's reflection as he directs the straight razor away from his face. He can't talk and shave at the same time. His reply isn't a reply, but another question. "Not a fan, I take it?"

"I didn't say that," she answers. "But to the common observer, it does look a bit derivative, which just seems odd since I happen to know there's little love lost between you."

"Yeah, I'm not on his Christmas card list," Stephen replies with a haughty chuckle. "But I promise there's nothing derivative about it. The truth is..." He lifts up both his hands. The trembling would be evident even without the razor in his grip. "I just can't be that precise anymore."

"You've never considered asking for help when shaving?" Wanda steps closer to him and gently settles her fingertips across his knuckles, aiming a sultry smile at him. "I have a soft touch, you know."

"Yes, I do know," he returns, and he can't help but also return her smile. "But you should probably know I'm not very good at reaching out for help. Besides... I've kind of gotten used to it."

"Well, then, keep it," she says. Her nose wrinkles in a teasing expression. "But, since we're exchanging things the other should know... you should know that it tickles."

An eyebrow arches. "Is that an argument for it or against it?"

"Mmm, that depends on what you're tickling." She winks at him and her smile broadens. "Maybe we should weigh the pros and cons."

Once again, his smile mirrors hers. "How about tonight?"

~*~

[ Five ]

Stephen's bedchambers are always kept at precise temperature control. Less a function of proper air conditioning equipment in the Sanctum and more a function of fancy spellwork, which ensures the air is in constant motion and neither too warm nor too cold. Even on the nights where his dreams are assaultive, it is rare that he's awash in perspiration... the night that Wanda had first come in notwithstanding.

That said, this is another one of those rare nights -- but with a far more joyful connotation to it, as her bare body is settled across his, her cheek pressed to his chest and her hair clinging to him. She hums contentedly in the glow, her limbs lazily drawing across him to generate delicious friction, holding the moment and drawing it out like taffy in a puller.

His shaking hand comes up to slide fingers through her hair, and it strikes him with all the force of Mjolnir... this is what he's been missing. All this time, these moments, caught in the afterglow, the desire to simply be with his partner, enthuse in the way she makes him feel, the way she draws pleasure for both herself and for him. For all the times his mind has ever raced in the wake of the moment, here it lies still, wanting only to focus on the here and now. When any of his other lovers would scramble for their clothes, promise to call, and beat a hasty retreat... Wanda wants only to stay.

As so often happens with him when he is with her... the words find their way out, unbidden, save for a cosmic need to be expressed.

"I love you."

Her head lifts from his chest instantly, and her gaze fixes on his. Her eyes are wide as saucers, her lips parted in surprise. He doesn't know, couldn't know, she had been half a second away from whispering those same words into his skin.

She lifts a hand to touch his cheek. Brushes the tip of her nose against his.

"And I love you," she whispers against his lips.

Which she then seals with her own.

#answered asks #illbringthechaosmagic #wanda maximoff #muse: strange #{ are these short? } #{ they might be short for me }

[higuchimon]

[fanfic] A Different Sort of Lesson

Miyako beat her wings as hard as she could, straining for that moment when her feet would leave the ground. Dust blew up all around her, as well as small pieces of paper and a few other odds and ends. What didn’t rise up was her.

Finally she stopped flapping and slumped down against the nearest wall. Poromon flipped a bit closer to her, and she tried to avoid being envious. Her wings were a lot larger than his, and yet he could fly and she couldn’t? Granted, he was a Digimon and she wasn’t; she was just a Flyer.

“You have beautiful wings, Miyako-san,” Poromon told her. “We’re going to fly together one day, aren’t we?”

“Sure are,” she reassured him, lifting him up to rest in her lap. “I’m supposed to be old enough to fly already. They’re just not working right now.”

Everyone knew that Flyers had to work to be able to take off. She’d never taken one of the flying classes, mostly because she was pretty sure she could work it out for herself. How hard could flying really be? Daisuke could do it! If Daisuke could do it, then anyone could, really.

Her wings ached right now, and she thought about asking one of her siblings to check that she hadn’t strained them too much. Then she decided not to. Any of them – Mantarou, Momoe, or Chizuru – would be more than likely to lecture her on taking proper classes and going about things the proper way, like Chizuru had. Well, Chizuru wasn’t her, and she wasn’t her sister, and she’d do things her own way, no matter what.

Maybe I should try flying in the Digital World? She had to stick to alleyways and back yards here, since she wasn’t old enough to legally fly without supervision. But in the Digital World, those rules didn’t exist.

She gathered herself up and stood, settling Poromon on her shoulder. “You ready for a trip to the Digital World?”

“Miyako-san?” Poromon peered around to get a look at her. “What do you want to go there for?”

She grinned, mischief lighting her eyes. She knew she’d probably get in trouble with someone about this, but that didn’t matter. Not when she had a chance to fly. “Because I think I can get in the air there.”

“It’s dangerous! Especially if you’re going alone!” Poromon insisted. “At least tell the others that you’re going.”

Miyako shook her head. “I can find an area where the Kaiser’s not going to notice.” It wouldn’t be that hard to hide from him. Just find an area that he wasn’t in and that had some hills or even low mountains where she could get some good height. If she couldn’t do a standing takeoff, then maybe if she tried it from somewhere higher up she’d be able to? No harm in trying.

It didn’t take too long to get to school and sneak her way to the computer room. They’d already done a lot of Dark Tower smashing earlier, and everyone else had gone home. Miyako was pretty sure she could get in and out without too much trouble.

Holding her wings close to her, she opened the gate and transferred herself and Poromon to the Digital World. Hawkmon flicked out his own wings once they were there and looked around.

“This looks like a good place,” he observed. Miyako nodded.

“I checked, there aren’t any of the Towers around for at least four regions, and probably none of the Kaiser’s slaves, either. So I can get this done.” She spread her wings out and flipped them a little. She still couldn’t get a standing takeoff here but there was a range of cliffs not that far off and there the two of them started off.

Miyako knew she was a little flighty, but she wasn’t stupid. She kept her D-3 and Hawkmon close to her, ready to evolve him at a moment’s notice if she saw red eyes, the flick of a cape, or a shadow moving in some way that it shouldn’t. But the longer they walked, the more she began to relax, and the anticipate of potential flight grew stronger and stronger, until by the time they were at the edge of the cliff, she stared out over the land below with a quickly beating heart.

“Miyako-san,” Hawkmon said as he observed her staring, hands clenching and unclenching rapidly. “I think you should evolve me to Holsmon before you get started.”

She blinked, staring over at him. “Why? Is everything all right?”

“Yes, it is. But if anything happens, I want to be able to get to you before you hurt yourself.” Hawkmon stared at her intently. Miyako opened her mouth to tell him she’d be fine, before she looked out at the rocky plain spread out before her.

If I can’t fly – that’s going to hurt a lot. It wouldn’t be the first time she fell, and she was pretty good at flapping her wings enough so she didn’t hurt too much when she hit the ground. It wasn’t that she liked falling, but if there were another option – well, she pulled out her D-3 and quickly evolved Hawkmon to Holsmon. He settled near her and watched with sharp eyes as she got to the edge of the cliff and spread her wings wide.

She’d done this before so many times, though never from this high up. The wind brushed on the underside of her wings and ruffled through her hair and her feathers. She took a long breath, and did what she always did – she didn’t let herself think about it. Thinking about it would just slow her down.

Now, with a quick breath, she jumped, spreading her wings to catch the wind. Her heart remained in her throat as she fell, beating her wings as hard as she could as the wind cupped them, her hair whipping around her, and a trill of joy caroling out of her throat as she began to rise upwards.

She was flying. Her wings carried her higher and higher and she spun a little, giggling harder, darting this way and that, slowly figuring out the way of flight. A lot of it just seemed to be pure instinct – that was what she’d always been told, and now she knew they were right. She’d always been a creature of instinct, so this was everything she’d ever wanted.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

It was a voice she recognized, and not one that she’d wanted to hear. She jerked her head around, wings beating faster, in time to see the Digimon Kaiser staring at her, arms crossed over his chest as he stood on top of one of his enslaved Digimon. He stared at her impassively and Miyako flapped her wings, keeping out of his reach.

“What are you doing here?” She’d gone to so much trouble to make sure that this area was cleared out and he should have been busy at least five areas over!

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice one of you pests entering my kingdom?” The Kaiser snorted. He didn’t have wings but he’d proven more than once that he was at least as fast as a Flyer. Daisuke had learned that the hard way. It had taken days for him to be able to fly again after that.

“I’m just practicing flying. This isn’t even part of your “kingdom”.” Miyako refused to believe for a second he even had a kingdom outside of his own mind, but as long as she was there alone, she wanted to stay out of reach. She didn’t trust the Kaiser as far as she could throw him.

“The entire Digital World belongs to me, whether there is a Tower there or not.” Kaiser’s Digimon drifted closer to her and those searing violet eyes pinned her down. Miyako couldn’t believe she’d ever thought Ichijouji Ken was nice.

Kaiser snapped his fingers, and all around there rose up a battalion of flying Digimon – AirDramon, DeviDramon, two Karatenmon, and a couple of others that she didn’t recognize. All of them had at a minimum an Evil Ring on them, and the higher levels had Evil Spirals. All of them stared at her with bright scarlet eyes. Miyako fluttered back and forth, but there always seemed to be one of them there before she could get too far.

What made it worse was that her wings had started to ache – she’d been up in the air too long. Her breathing came a little heavier, and she knew if she didn’t get out of there quick, she’d have a lot more problems than she wanted to deal with.

“Red Sun!” Two lancing beams of light lashed through where they hovered, and Miyako dodged just in the nick of time. She rose up as high as she could, trying to stay out of the Kaiser’s way, and wasn’t happy to see his AirDramon rising to keep pace with her.

But she also could see Holsmon darting into the fray with a Tempest Wing, scattering the battalion around her, following it up with a quick Mach Impulse that slammed into the Evil Rings being used on one of the other AirDramon. Miyako spied an area of clear air and pushed herself towards it, gulping air as hard as she could, wings and shoulders trembling with every movement she took.

“You’re never going to learn to stay out of my kingdom, are you?” Kaiser demanded. “What do I have to do to get rid of all of you?”

Miyako spun back around, feeling much better as Holsmon turned to hover next to her. She processed her chances quickly – she could send a quick message to the others, if she had time to type it, but she doubted that she’d have that time. So it was just her and Holsmon, and that meant they were outnumbered for now.

“You don’t have a kingdom,” Miyako shot back. He was already angry – he lived in a constant state of anger – so what did holding back matter anymore? “You’re a little brat stomping his feet all the time. Don’t you ever get tired of that?”

In the same second she uttered the last word, she dropped out of the sky as fast as she could, Holsmon following her. She would have preferred fighting to the end, but that fact of outnumbered still remained clear in her mind. Plus, even if they couldn’t get here fast enough to help her beat them all, the others deeded to know about the Kaiser maybe setting up shop in this area.

She hadn’t dropped down just for the fun of it, though, or even to get out of the Kaiser’s sight. Down there, tucked behind a fold of the hills that turned into the cliffs she’d taken off from, was the television portal they’d come through. Miyako vividly remembered one of their first trips to the Digital World, where Hikari had been trapped when the Kaiser’s slaves blew up the portal before she could get through it. Better to get through before anything could happen.

From up above there came a roar of rage, and orders being snapped out. She couldn't tell exactly what he said but she could guess the intent of it – for everyone left to get down there and get her. Nope. Not going to happen. There was the portal, and she could hear the sounds of the Digimon coming after her. She and Holsmon – who turned back to Hawkmon as they raced – headed right for the portal, her D-3 held out as they flew.

In between one breath and the next, they crossed back over, and Miyako collapsed on the computer room floor, breathing hard, trembling. She raised her head and tilted back one wing in time to see the Kaiser striding up to the portal. For a second, she thought that he’d cross right through. Instead, his boot slammed down hard on the portal, and the screen went dark.

Something about that released the knot of tension inside of her and she sagged back down, fighting to get her breath back, her wings trembling and her entire body aching.

“Miyako-san?” Poromon nuzzled against her. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” she murmured, raising one hand to brush against him. “I’m fine.” She knew there was a lot she needed to do, but she wanted to rest first, which would probably include getting up first. She’d do that – later. When her body didn’t ache as much.

And when the thought of how she’d flown, for those few minutes, with the wind in her hair and in her wings, and the world spread out before her, faded just a little.

The End

Notes: Kaiser wasn’t interested in keeping Miyako. Now if it had been Daisuke, that would be different.

#fanfic #higuchimon writes #digimon adventure 02 #inoue miyako #miyakoinoueweek2022

[sunmoonandeddie]

and he kissed me right here

pairing: modern!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 6,100

summary: I've always been sure that all I ever wanted was a glamorous life.

warnings: Cuss words, mentions of the Afghanistan war (Bucky is a veteran), angst, happy ending, cheesy romantic confessions, age gap

a/n:  This is based on the song 'Stars and the Moon' from Songs for a New World! It's the first one shot in my musical series! This is written in first perspective, but there is no physical description or use of a name in this!

Twenty-Two

I sighed as I tossed a few more dirty plates into the dish window, wiping my brow. After a shitty dinner rush and an even shittier rush around two in the morning consisting only of drunk ass college kids looking for some sort of carb to suck up all the alcohol in their systems, I was ready to go the fuck home.

“Sweetheart, you head on home now,” the head chef insisted as he watched my head nod slightly as I tried my best to fight off sleep. “Ain’t nobody comin’ in before Melissa gets here. No point in you staying on your feet any longer.”

Louis was a godsend. At sixty-seven years old, you’d think he would rather be anywhere but a diner at almost four in the morning.

“Nah,” he had said when I’d asked him a few months after I’d first started. “My Ginny died a few years back, and since she’s been gone, I don’t really have the stomach to sit around that house all alone.” He had laughed, but there’d been a deep sorrow that had come over his deep brown eyes. “Kids are worried, but… Sleeping the day away is better than laying up at night staring at her side of the bed…”

“You sure, Lou?” I asked even as I headed for the back room where all the employees clocked in and kept their possessions in their own little cubbies. I did my checkout in view of the security camera, just like always. I didn’t want anyone to be able to say I stole anything.

Everyone who knew me knew that I wouldn’t, but I’d worked at two many places where the girls tried backstabbing each other and sabotaging everyone else to get them fired.

Though people were a lot nicer in Louisiana than any of the other places I’d lived.

Louis chuckled as he set a to-go box in the window, nodding towards it. “Mmhm. Long as Buck is getting you home safe.”

I gave him a joking eye roll as I took the to-go box gratefully, grinning at my name written in all caps with green Sharpie on top. “You know you don’t have to make me dinner every night.”

“Yes, I do,” he said, shooting me a look. “How else do I know you’re getting enough food in you, huh?” He pointed his rag at me. “Now you go ask him to get you home. Tell him I said he can clock out, and that he’s supposed to text me when he sees you safe inside. You better not say you’re gonna ask him again just to walk yourself home.” The old man shook his head as I headed for the back door, muttering to himself, “Damn girl thinks I’m gonna believe she’s feeding herself good enough when she’s risking her damn ass walking home alone.”

Despite the fact that I’d put off asking for Bucky Barnes’s service, I really did appreciate how fiercely Louis cared about me.

It had been a real long time since anyone had cared so much.

I hesitated at the back door of the diner, my hand resting against the cool metal.

What if he said no?

Granted, he most likely wouldn’t. But what if he said yes, and he secretly thought me some dumb little girl that couldn’t take care of herself?

What did I care if he thought that?

“I don’t care what he thinks of me,” I huffed as I straightened my shoulders, holding my chin a little higher.

“Stop talking to yourself and get going!”

I jumped in surprise, before shooting a glare in the direction of the kitchen. “Stop listening in on my private conversations!” I demanded before storming outside with new found vigor.

Only to freeze when Bucky looked up from where he was sitting on the curb, smoking a cigarette.

God, he was handsome.

“You okay, doll face?” He asked, his New York accent a sharp contrast to the southern drawls you were used to.

“Um… Y-Yeah,” I said faintly, glancing back at the door that I’d come in from. “Um… L-Louis wants me to ask you… Can you walk me home? Or give me a ride? I don’t… I don’t know if you drive…”

“I do drive.”

“O-Oh. Okay. Great.”

“But I don’t have my car on me.”

I peered at him curiously. “Oh. Um… I can just walk by myself. I don’t wanna… I don’t wanna be a nuisance…”

He stood up, tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it out. “Don’t be ridiculous, darlin.’ Come on. I’ll walk you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets as he began to head for the street. “Besides… It’s a real nice night.”

“Oh…,” I said in surprise at how ready he was to be of service. “Okay. But only if you’re sure.”

A faint smile graced his lips as he glanced at the ground, letting out a faint chuckle that rumbled deep in his chest. “I’m sure, darlin.’ But you gotta lead the way.”

I was surprised by the rapid pitter patter of my heart beat as we walked side by side down the street, the chorus of ‘Yellow Brick Road’ getting stuck in my head on a loop.

Bucky was an enigma that I found myself wondering about more often than not, but I always ended up talking myself out of going there. After all, he was an older man. A much older man. At least fifteen years older than my own twenty-two years, or something along those lines, not that he looked it. The man looked like some kind of rugged Greek god. Like Hades if Hades was born in the eighties. His dog tags clinked together under his shirt as we walked, his metal prosthetic glinting in the moon.

“So how did you end up in NOLA?”

It took me a moment to even realize that he was talking to me, my heart skipping a beat and my face going hot in embarrassment. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked.

His bright blue eyes flickered over to look me over. “How’d you end up in New Orleans?”

“I actually don’t know,” I snorted, avoiding his eyes as I kicked at a few broken up pieces of asphalt. “I just… Picked a bus ticket and ended up in one of the Carolinas. Then I picked another bus ticket and ended up in Minnesota. And then I picked another, and another, and another, and then I actually just… ended up here.” The months I’d spent alone on those Greyhounds felt both so long ago and also like it was just yesterday. “The diner was the first place someone recommended for food that’s good but cheap, and as I was eating my mountain of cheese fries, I saw the flyer that said they were hiring. So here I am now…”

“Huh,” he said, his brows furrowed. “I didn’t take you for the type of person to run off on your own… riding buses all over the country…”

Head tilting to the side, I gave him a long look. “You didn’t? What kind of type did you peg me for?”

Bucky gave me a long look, a single brow raised as though silently telling me that I jumped to conclusions. “Just that jumping from place to place can take a lot outta someone,” he said slowly, his voice low and soothing. “Hell, if you were my girl—” He broke off as his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink, his long hair falling in his face.

I swore my heart had stopped inside of my chest, and I swallowed thickly around the lump in my throat. “Oh?”

He rushed to try to correct his wording. “I-I just mean, a lady should be comfortable. And if I had a g-girl like you, well… You’d never want for anything,” he stammered, stumbling over his words like a flustered school boy. “Hell, I… I’d give you the stars and the moon…”

I was shocked into silence, staring up at him like he was the sun itself. “Bucky…”

“No, no, don’t say anything. I… I know that was a lot,” he insisted quietly, unable to meet your eyes as he stared up at the shitty apartment building you called home. “Hell, you probably don’t want a gross old man hitting on you.” His metal hand, glinting in the low light of the street lamp, reached up to brush against my cheek for just a moment before it quickly dropped. “Just let me walk you home each night so I can make sure you’re safe, yeah?”

“Yeah,” I breathed out, unable to take my eyes off of him as he took a few steps back.

There’s a somewhat playful smirk on his lips as he watched me stumble up the steps, continuously glancing back at him. “Goodnight, baby doll.”

“Goodnight,” I said, barely audible before I finally headed inside.

Bucky kept his word. He walked me home every night, and honestly, there wasn’t a moment that I wasn’t thinking about what he had said, about if I was his girl.

What if I was his girl?

But… with that meant I’d have to give up the life I’d dreamed for myself. I wanted luxury, to never worry about bills or where I was gonna get my next meal or if I could afford to buy the nice work shoes or if I could only get the cheap ones that would fall apart in three months and then I’d just be right back where I started.

I wanted the life that celebrities lived. Hell, I wanted to go to parties on the same yachts the Kardashian-Jenners did, even if I couldn’t fucking stand them.

And with Bucky… I wouldn’t have that.

“So why’d you go on the run anyway?” Bucky asked one night as we sat on the curb, eating ice cream in the Louisiana heat. “I know you told me how you got here, but you’ve never told me why.”

“You’ve never told me how you ended up here or why either,” I shot back, nudging his shoulder with my own.

Somehow the age difference seemed non-existent as we sat there. Honestly, I felt like we were just a bunch of dumb teenagers, shooting the shit and enjoying each other’s company.

Bucky took in a deep breath, his shoulders sinking in a way that made it look like he had all the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I was over in Afghanistan for a long time,” he admitted quietly. “When the war first started, I was 19. I had no idea where my life was going and I had no options except my dad’s mechanic shop. So I enlisted with my best friend, Steve. The one I told you about.”

It’s completely silent except for the sound of an occasional car horn off in the distance.

“Neither one of us knew what we were doing. We realized very quickly that we had no reason being over there, but… but there was nothing else,” he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. The ice cream he was holding was melting in his trembling hands. “I didn’t know how to do anything else, so I stayed. Steve moved up in the ranks, but I stayed pretty low… I didn’t mind. Kinda liked being the older guy all those young kids could talk to, could rely on… Because they were just like me, getting into a fight that wasn’t theirs because they had nothing else.”

My heart was shattering inside my chest as I scooted a little closer, my knee knocking against his as I tried to give him some sort of silent comfort. He’d been through Hell and made it through.

Bucky let his head rest against mine, his eyes closing as he breathed in the scent of my perfume. “They eventually moved me to some kind of specialized team… Called us the Howling Commandos. I found out that Steve was heading it and he picked me to be part of it. That’s how I met Sam, because he was on some sort of similar team with the Air Force, except it was just him and his friend, Riley,” he continued, taking a bite of his chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. “I am proud to say that I didn’t kill a single person while I was over there. I just couldn’t. Hell, they’re people just like me, terrified and unsure of what’s going to happen.” His lips pressed against my forehead, letting it linger. “But then about five years ago, I was on a mission with the Commandos, Sam, and Riley, and… this bomb went off while we were playing a game of soccer. I wasn’t even in a fight. That thing took my arm and it took Riley.”

Tentatively, I let my fingers find his, holding his hand and squeezing reassuringly.

“Sam decided to come home with me.” There was a forlorn look in his eyes, as though he was right back at that game of pick-up soccer. “After losing Riley… he couldn’t find a reason to be over there. And then Steve decided to stay, and hell, he’s still over there, leading that fucking team…” Glassy baby blue eyes finally found mine, the both of us doing our best to not cry. “I couldn’t face my family for a long time, so Sam asked me to come stay in Louisiana with him and his family, and I haven’t left since.”

“Have you gone to see your family?” I asked slowly, almost like I was scared I’d frighten him if I spoke too loudly, like a wild animal. “Let them know where you are? That you’re safe?”

He turned to look at me, his baby blues shining. “You worried about me, baby doll?”

“I can’t help it,” I said honestly, unable to tear my eyes away. I hadn’t opened up to someone like that in so damn long. “I can’t help but worry about you.”

The way that I felt about Bucky absolutely terrified me, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. It snuck up on me, like a train coming around a bend.

I hated it.

“What do you want out of this life?” Bucky asked on one walk home, his arm linked in mine. He’d become so much more… tactile. If anyone took a moment to look at us, they’d think we were a couple on a romantic stroll.

Perhaps we were.

But I couldn’t help but grin as I looked up at the sky, taking in the warm air. “I wanna live like how the movie stars do… I want a big house on the beach and twenty cars and a yacht and… and…”

He looked at me long and hard. “And you never wanna have to worry about where your next meal is coming from, if you’re gonna have a place to sleep at night…”

For some reason, I’d felt a bolt of panic over whether or not he’d understand. Whether or not he’d think differently of me, but I should’ve known that he wouldn’t. Hell, he knew me better than anyone else.

“You understand,” I said quietly, my hand squeezing his bicep gratefully. “I want to live how the other half lives for once. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

A small smile graced his features as we shuffled along. “There isn’t. But… What about love?” He asked.

“Love?”

“Love.”

Love.

Could I even have love? Did I want it?

“I don’t know if there’s a lot of room for love in my plans,” I admitted after a long moment. “In my experience, love has always just been a lie. A word used to manipulate and eventually abuse.”

Letting out a snort, he let his fingers tickle down my tricep until his fingers intertwined with mine. “I’d show you it’s not… I’d show you what real love is,” he said. “I’d give you every part of me, give you all my strength to help you grow into who you wanna be, even if I don’t particularly care about being famous or rich…” He brought my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I’ll give you a love story, a life, that’s a million times better than any recycled Hollywood plot… I’ll give you the stars and the moon, if you would just let me.”

I hated the way that he made my heart beat faster, the way my breath hitched. “Jamie,” I breathed out quietly, the two of us having stopped in our tracks to just… take each other in. Live in each other’s presence for a moment. “I…”

“You want a big life… one a lot bigger than little old me,” he said simply, shrugging. His blue eyes were so honest, so loving. So warm. A warmth I hadn’t ever experienced before. “I know. But that doesn’t change that I’m in love with you. And if you ever change your mind…” Bucky reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, pressing it into my free hand. “This is where you can find me. I figure it’s time for me to go home.”

We’d come to a stop in front of my building, and I was shocked at how tight my chest felt. My eyes watered as I stared at him long and hard. “Jamie, please… I⏤”

“Don’t say it. It’s okay,” he insisted as he cupped my cheek, letting his thumb run over my skin as though he was memorizing it. “I just want you to be happy, darling. You got that?” His lips pressed to my forehead, letting it linger. “Go get that life you’ve been dreaming of.”

Twenty-Three

I left New Orleans the next day, grabbing a bus ticket after throwing all of my belongings into my old duffel bag. It was time to move on.

But God, did it hurt.

I didn’t stop crying for weeks, fighting the urge to go right back to Louisiana and tell Bucky to take it back, to get him to beg me to stay with him.

But what kind of life would that leave me with? Working in the diner day after day? Never getting anywhere?

But you’d have James, a voice inside my head reminded me snarkily.

Then again, he most likely wasn’t even in New Orleans anymore, if what he said was true when he gave me the business card of his father’s mechanic shop. Was he really planning on going home to New York City?

A few months later, and I’d worked my way all through the southwest to Santa Fe, where I met Pietro.

My heart was pounding as I pressed in the familiar numbers, having memorized them from the business card now soft and faded from how often I held it in my hands like a lifeline. “Come on… Pick up… Pick up…”

“Barnes Tires and Motors, this is George,” a man said in a gruff voice when he finally picked up. “How can I help you?”

“H-Hi, is James there? James Barnes? Bucky?” I stammered out, hands trembling so bad that the old payphone was almost rattling.

There was a pause, and then muffled talking away from the phone.

And then I heard it being picked up. “This is Bucky,” he said.

It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of my lungs. How had I gone so long without hearing his voice?

Breathing in sharply, I tried to figure out the words to say. But my throat was dry and it was like I’d suddenly forgotten the entire English language.

That was all that it took for Bucky to realize it was me. “Baby doll? Baby doll, is that you?” He asked quietly. “I…” He took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “You don’t gotta say a thing, sweetheart… But just know that if you’re in trouble or you need help or… or anything at all, you better call me…” His voice wavered, as though he was fighting tears just like I was. “God, I miss you so much, baby doll. I love you.”

I love you, too.

I hung up before I could actually say the words. “God, I’m so fucking stupid,” I whispered as I leaned back against the wall of the gas station I’d found myself at, rubbing the heels of my hands into my eyes.

My dumb ass had decided to wander from the bus station, and I’d walked over a mile away. Unless I was staying in Santa Fe for a bit, I’d need to start making my way back.

“You okay?”

In my distress, I hadn’t even heard the rumbling of the motorcycle or noticed the handsome man making his way to me. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine,” I said even as I wiped my nose with a pathetic sniffle.

He eyed me for a long moment, his eyes roaming over my figure. “You hungry? I know a great little place nearby. My treat.”

And well, I was never one to turn down free food.

Even if that ‘little place’ ended up being a food truck.

“You know, when you said it was a little place, I didn’t picture it having wheels,” I said teasingly, licking salsa off of my lower lip. “Though, it is the best food I’ve ever gotten from a food truck before.”

“Oh, come on. This is the best food of all time!” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” I snorted, finishing off my flautas.

Pietro looked at me long and hard. “So, are you gonna tell me what the hell was going on to have a pretty girl like you all teary eyed?” He asked, his head tilting to the side.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Was this your plan all along?” I asked. Wiping my hands off on a napkin, I did everything I could to avoid his eyes. “Get me all fed and then question me?” But at the same time, the thought of being able to finally talk to someone about it was so appealing… After a long moment of hesitation, I finally gave in. “I fell in love with a man, and he let me go because he knew that I want a life he can’t give me,” I said. “And I was a bitch who didn’t even tell him I love him back when he said it to me.”

Pietro took in a deep breath, slowly letting it out. “Damn. You really are a stone cold bitch, aren’t you?”

“Hey!” I indignantly threw a chunk of tomato at him, glaring. “I just opened up my heart, you dickwad.”

“Dickwad?!” He said, blinking at me in shock. “No one’s ever called me a dickwad before.”

I raised a single eyebrow at him. “Maybe not to your face, but they definitely have.” He gave off the vibe of a fuckboy, of a really, really bad fuckboy.

“Well, since you’re running away from your feelings, how about you spend a week or two with me on the road?” He asked with a grin.

I couldn’t help but blink at him in shock. “What?” I let out a laugh, pulling one of my legs up to my chest. “Do you throw that line out to every girl you meet? Or am I just special?”

Pietro threw a chip at me, and I barely managed to dodge it. “No, I don’t. But… You remind me of me. Needing adventure. A life bigger than four walls and a fence.”

Instinctively, I wanted to snap back that sometimes, four walls and a fence could be an adventure, could be the biggest life there was, as Bucky’s face flashed across my mind.

But I couldn’t do that. Not when I wasn’t ready to face the truth myself.

“Come on, sweet cheeks,” he teased as his foot hooked around mine. “Just think of it. The open highway, a rhythm beneath your feet… Nights full of passion and days of adventure…” Pietro’s voice was deep and husky, as though he was trying to lure me in. “No strings… just warm summer rain soaking us to the bone before we find some cheap motel to huddle down in…”

Plastering on a smile, I stood up and brushed myself on. “Thanks, but… I’d rather be drinking champagne, and the quicker I get to LA, the sooner I will be.”

He let me go with a kiss on the cheek and his cell number pressed into my hand, with a promise to come and pick me up the second I rang.

And despite how sweet he was, how wild and funny and charismatic, there was only one man I wanted to call.

Twenty-Four

I sipped at my martini as I sat at the rooftop bar, absentmindedly watching the television that was mounted on the wall as people droned around me. I’d been in Los Angeles for a year, and I’d spent my time finding the best places to find a husband who could give me the life I dreamed of.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, it took connections to build a career, and the best way to get a foot in the door when nepotism was so rampant was by marrying someone in the industry.

My silk dress was the most expensive thing I owned, something I’d saved up for months for, had skipped meals for. And fuck, was it worth it. I could feel the stares, the lingering gazes on the little bit of thigh that was exposed by the slit in the dress.

I’d already turned away several men, able to tell just from their expensive watches and cheap suits and shoes.

It was amazing how all the up and coming finance bros thought they fit in with the truly big dogs.

“Well, hello, gorgeous.”

I turned to see who was speaking, my heart skipping a beat when I realized who I was speaking to.

The world famous (or infamous) director, Tony Stark.

“Hello, handsome,” I said smoothly, my lashes fluttering innocently as I took a sip of my horrible drink.

I fucking hated martinis. Always had.

But ordering a martini was more sophisticated than ordering a frozen strawberry margarita.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked as he motioned to the empty bar stool right next to me, even as he was already sitting down. “Let me buy your next round.”

“I can’t think of anything better,” I said, feeling as though my dream life was already in reach.

Twenty-Eight

“Tony, where are you taking me?” I laughed as I let my boyfriend lead me to the private dock at our Malibu mansion.

Well, his mansion. I just happened to also live there.

It had been a whirlwind of a year since I had met Tony, and he’d bought me that second round. He’d taken me all over the globe, anywhere my heart desired.

But I made sure to avoid New York City, though he never understood why. I would never tell him.

Not when I was so close to my dream. I could practically taste it.

“Come on, come on. I have a surprise for you,” he said, keeping his hands over my eyes. He was sure to keep me from tripping and busting my ass, thank god.

The ocean waves were so comforting as they hit the shore, a sound I’d gotten used to over the past year.

He finally brought me to a stop, quietly telling me to keep my eyes closed. “Okay,” he said finally. “Open them.”

My eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the bright light of the California sun. But I was more shocked by the sight of Tony on one knee in front of me, holding out a box with a sparkling diamond ring in it. “Tony?”

The ring was the size of a fucking meteor. It was easily the biggest ring I’d ever seen.

“You know, I never thought I’d meet someone like you,” he said quietly, his dark eyes shining. But his voice was steady. “Someone who understands me, who doesn’t expect me to change into someone I’m not. You accept me as I am, and that’s why I want to give you the world.” He couldn’t help but grin as he nodded to the right. “Starting with that yacht you’ve always dreamed of.”

I hadn’t even noticed that there were two yachts at his private docks instead of just the one. The new one had SS Princess emblazoned on the side, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh… Tony…”

“So, what do you say?” He asked, bringing my attention back to him. “Will you be my wife?”

“Yes.”

Thirty-Two

Swallowing nervously, I looked down at the business card in my hand for the millionth time, the stock paper soft from how often I’d looked at it in the past ten years.

Hell, just how often I’d looked at it in the past six should’ve made it fall apart by now. Not that I didn’t have it memorized.

I’d finally ended my marriage after being miserable for so long. I’d gotten my yacht, my fancy houses, my career, all the jewelry that I could dream of, and none of it made me happy. Tony and I… never grew. And I never dreamed. Every day was the same, and every day was torture as I realized that I didn’t have the one thing that actually mattered.

The garage in front of me was busy, music blasting and the sound of men shouting to each other as they worked.

Suddenly I felt absolutely ridiculous wearing a Chanel dress and Gucci heels, an Hermés bag on my arm.

BARNES TIRES AND MOTORS was lit up along the top of the shop in bright red letters, though the lights in the ‘r’ of ‘motors’ were out.

I felt like a fool. I had wanted the life I had so desperately that I gave up everything for it. I got the movie star life, my name on billboards and my face on magazines.

But it wasn’t ever enough.

My heels clicked against the blacktop as I slowly made my way towards the front area of the shop, bells clinging above my head to let them know someone was there.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” A man asked as he came around the corner.

He looked so much like Bucky, it punched the air straight from my lungs.

“H-Hi. I’m looking for James Barnes. Is he here?” I asked after a long moment of hesitation. There was no way that the man was Bucky, but I didn’t doubt he was related.

The man raised his brows, wiping his hands on a rag. “My son’s in the shop. I’ll take you to him.” His full head of hair was white, his thick facial hair matching. Even with all the wrinkles on his face, he was a handsome man. Holding open the door for me, he led me into the loud shop, some eighties rock song blasting over the speakers.

I couldn’t help but smile as ‘Rock You Like a Hurricane’ by Scorpions came on. It was one of Bucky’s favorites back when we worked in the diner together.

“BUCK! YOU GOT A VISITOR!” The man shouted, causing several people to look our way.

My cheeks felt hot as I avoided their gaze, hoping they wouldn’t recognize me. I didn’t want to be a famous movie star anymore, a celebrity that had to beg for scraps of privacy.

My mind went numb, my heart stopping inside my chest as he stepped around a gray Ford Escape another man was working on.

He was even more handsome than he was the last time I saw him.

“Can I help y—” He broke off, his blue eyes going wide when he realized that it was me. “Hi.”

All of a sudden, everything I’d planned to say flew out of my head. All of the eloquent words I’d strung together were gone. And I just proceeded to word vomit.

“Did you know that, uh, when you marry someone you’re not in love with, you won’t… you won’t grow into it?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Um… I married a man who could give me a life I thought I always wanted, and he just… sucked.” Eyes stinging, I fought back against tears. “And I thought that all I ever wanted was the life I have now, was the life movie stars and the Kardashians lived. But… But I hate it. I hated every second I was away from you.” I let out a weak laugh, unable to stop the tears. “I wanted to turn around the second I got on the bus in New Orleans, but my stupid stubborn ass didn’t. I should have. I should’ve gotten off and just run right back to you because I… I love you, James. I always have.”

The garage had gone almost deadly quiet, and my heart sank when I realized Bucky looked almost frozen in shock.

“I know that I shouldn’t have showed up like this,” I scrambled to say. “But I… I’ve been trying to get my divorce finalized for two years and I finally did, and I kept telling myself that once it was done, I’d never hold myself back from what I really want ever again. From who I want. If… If you want me.” My face felt like it was on fire, my hands shaking. I shook my head as I took a step backwards. “What am I thinking? There’s no way you’re not married. I… I’m so so—”

Before I could finish the word ‘sorry,’ Bucky had closed the distance between us, his hands cradling my face so gently. He held me like I was made of fine crystal as he kissed me. He kissed me like his life depended on it, like I was the one source of oxygen.

And I kissed him back just as fiercely. “I love you. I love you so much,” I breathed out in between kisses, unwilling to let him go as my Hermés bag fell into the dust and oil on the concrete below.

Bucky smiled into the kiss, his arm wrapping around my waist to keep me pressed to his chest. “I love you so much, darlin.’ God, I’ve missed you…” His nose nudged against mine as we finally broke for air, both of us breathing heavily.

My knees felt like Jell-O as I held onto him. His grip was the only reason I hadn’t fallen to the ground already.

“I’m sorry I was a dumb twenty-two year old,” I said, snorting as he stole another kiss.

“No… Don’t be sorry,” he insisted, his fingers massaging my scalp as our foreheads pressed together. It was like he was scared to stop touching me, like I would disappear at any second. “You were young… You had to go out and make your own mistakes… I’ve just been waiting for the day you were ready.”

All the years apart melted away and all that remained was the two of us, two souls so intertwined that there was no way to truly separate us.

Our lips were half molded together as I said, “I’m never leaving you again. I promise I swear on everything…”

My heart almost stopped inside my chest as I heard someone clearing their throat, looking to see Bucky’s father staring at us with his arms crossed over his chest. “M-Mr. Barnes, sir…”

He gave a crooked smile that was so reminiscent of Bucky that I couldn’t help but grin back. “The Mrs. will wanna know if you’re staying for dinner.”

“Yeah,” I said as I looked up at Bucky, toying with a strand of his hair. “That sounds perfect.”

Later that night, Bucky and I laid in his bed, a mess of bare limbs as his fingers ran up and down my back soothingly. “What do you want from this life, baby girl?” He asked absentmindedly.

Humming, I traced shapes on his bare chest, sometimes pressing a kiss to where his prosthetic met his shoulder, on the tender scar tissue. “You.”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, despite the already mischievous look on his face. “Really? Not even the stars and the moon?” He asked teasingly.

I knew he’d give it to me anyway, give me all that he could. But I was sure now that the only thing I wanted from this life was his love. “Not even the stars and the moon.”

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Divinity in Impurity

Request: Okay but what if I actually request solo Simeon and him moaning through prayers and being just totally repressed and painfully turned on because his precious lovely MC makes him go doki doki? And of course a shameful messy clean up :3c I love u bestieee ✨✨💋

Word Count: 2.5K

A/N: Couldn’t get this out of my head, I want him to be repressed and emotionally conflicted

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Simeon enters the House of Lamentation, a gift bag in hand and he’s grateful none of the brothers are home. At least for Beel since the angel is sure that the gluttonous demon would’ve sniffed out the lovely baked goods that he carries. The home is quiet, but he knows you’re here. He sent you a message, confirming that you would be here. The house is empty and it’ll just be you and him, sharing a treat from his home and chatting away. It’s so rare to get you alone and while he’s glad that the brothers are there to protect you, they are also highly possessive, not letting a soul get near you and even less likely to allow someone to be alone with you for so long. There’s a light feeling in his chest, making his lungs expand with air, making him feel as if he’d float away from the simple joy of spending time with you. His cheeks are starting to hurt from the smile he has etched onto his face.

Guilt may lap at him for not informing Luke or Solomon of his whereabouts, but for just once, he wants to be alone with you. He wants to sit and talk about anything other than school work and how everyone can’t seem to focus on the task at hand. He wants to talk with you, learn more about you until you’re all that fills his mind. Or at least, occupy it.

He’s excited, standing at your door and he knocks, a smile on his face. Patience is something that he’s born with, having the time and mind to save those that stray from the path of light, to mentor the young angels, and to grant him his title. Yet, he can’t stay patient. He’s at your door, he can hear you hum and only a piece of wood separates you for him. His patience is thinned, eagerness taking over and he turns the knob to your door. All he wants to do is see you, to be unbothered as he spends time with you and listens to you talk. He wants you, that’s all he wants. The knob is cold underneath his hand, and he steps into your room, greeting you with a wide smile.

The bag tightens in his hands, his eyes widening slightly and smile falling. You stand in front of him, slightly turned away, a shirt pressed against your tummy, your chest bare and legs naked, the only clothing you have on is your underwear, shaped to your body. Your eyes are wide, a heavy flush takes over your face and he’s expecting you to yell, an apology already at his tongue, his eyes dipping for just a moment, catching the swell of your breasts, the lovely aroma of the cream you wear, your fingers that twitch ever so slightly as you grasp the shirt in your hand.

“Simeon?” You call, and he’s quick to dart his eyes back to meet yours- back to where they belong. “I appreciate you coming over, but could you-” you gesture your head towards the door- “you know, leave for a moment?” You smile at him, the shirt in your hands now fisted tightly.

“Ah, yes, of course.” He nods his head, trying painfully to grapes at his composure that is now slipping through his fingers. “I’m terribly sorry,” he mutters, exiting the door, the door clicking behind him.

Rather than sit there and wait, he glances at the door, knowing you’re behind it, your body untethered by cloth and bare. He leaves, his steps quick and quiet, walking away without so much as a goodbye. How could he possibly stay there? How could he look you in the eyes when he was so obviously staring at your body? How could he have done something so raw and primal of him- something that isn’t him.

He hadn’t meant to walk in on you while changing but- he bites his tongue, his face hot and an aching pain in stomach. There is no “buts” or ‘ifs’ or anything of the sort. He should have known to knock before he entered your room. He’s an angel, of course he should have knocked. It doesn’t matter if you two are close, it doesn’t excuse his action for being so forward. He was just so excited to go and see you, to gift you a treat sent from the Celestial Realm. Oh- the treat. It’s still in the bag, protected by a glass casing and covered with tissue papers that glitters under the light. He had forgotten to give it to you in his rush.

There’s no going back now, not when he saw you and had the audacity to even stare at you. He’s humiliated. His face burning and any breath that he has is taken from him, squeezed out of his body and forced out. He runs to the safety of his room, glad that no one seems to be home. He slams the door, his back pressed against the wood and when he closes his eyes, he can still see you- your body bare and nipples pert, your face holding a slight flush. He can see everything behind his eyes. The lock quickly snaps into place, his steps hurried as he walks toward the small table in his room.

He places the bag down on a table as he rests on the chair provided in his room. He leans back, the cushion soft underneath him. The wood is scratched at by his covered hands, his gaze focused on the wall. Simeon mumbles under his breath, an apology said to no one, his bottom lip teased by his teeth.

How could he possibly face you tomorrow? How could he do anything after what he just witnessed and did? He removes his gloves, dragging a free hand down his face, leaving the palm to cover his mouth. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he reaches for it in the same second, half hoping and half dreading that it’ll be you.

It is.

You ask where he went. You even apologize, saying that you mustn’t have heard him.

He laughs bitterly. You apologize to him. He was the one who entered your room without permission, invaded your trust and yet, you were the one who was apologizing. He simply leaves the message on read, not knowing what to tell you. Would you believe him if he told you that he had felt sick? Probably not, but for his sake, you would have, he’s sure of it.

He sucks in a deep breath, his eyes on the wall and there’s an unfamiliar itch in his body. Or rather an itch that he shouldn’t scratch at. Looking down only confirms his suspicion. He’s erect. Could it be from you? He sighs. What a silly question. Of course it is.

It’s wrong of him to even keep the image of you ingrained in his head. “Touch me, O Lord, and fill me with your light and your hope. Amen,” Simeon whispers under his breath, trying so desperately to keep his hands away from his erection. It pains him so, his body growing hotter by the second, sweat starting to bead and eyes watering at the tempting fate of actually touching himself to you. “Please Father,” he whispers, “grant me strength. I can’t- I am but a humble servant of yours. Please take away all these sinful thoughts.”

His chest trembles, his mouth dry and tongue thick. There’s a pressure against his stomach, his hands grip at his thighs, his head bowed and no matter what, you are just in his mind. Perhaps you’re the real sin, the real test in all of God’s Grand Plan. How is he supposed to be an angel when a human of all things is the one that is turning him to sin. The one being who has managed to ruin him, to unthread his wings and have him even think of reaching out to you and be selfish.

The unzipping of his zipper is loud, echoing in his ears, drowning out the holy blood that rushes inside of him. He lets out a sigh when his cock is free, the cool air in his room making contact with the hot flesh. When his hand wraps around himself, he lets out a sob. It’s filthy, but at the same time, it’s something that makes his mouth water and want more. You are the most beautiful sin, the one that he will risk everything for, for just a chance to touch you.

“Please forgive me,” he whispers. He’s unsure of who he’s speaking to. He doesn’t know if he’s asking father for forgiveness, unknowing if his message is reaching out, unknowing if he’s hidden from his light and his view; or if he’s apologizing to you, for walking in on you and now pleasuring himself to the thought of you.

You are all that invades his mind, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock, the ridges underneath his fingertips pulsing with heat. You stand bare in front of him, your body soft and blemished with little scars and ridges. He tightens his grip, his teeth clenched and jaw starting to ache. He’s touched your hand before, felt how soft you are, how loving your touch can be and he can only wonder if you're still gentle in bed. If you’d play the act of the blushing virgin under him, if you’d whimper and buck your hips if he were to kiss at your neck and cup your sex under his hand. You allowed him to stare, even if it was for just a moment, you had reelected so calmly, smiling at him, acting as if he were your lover who had seen your body countless times before. You are molded under God’s light, given freedom and kissed with the gentle lips of God, birthed and given existence, your path defined only by you, and you’ve allowed him to see that. You had acted so calmly, telling him with a smile if he could excuse himself for a bit. It’s almost as if you were used to that sort of thing. He stops in his movements, his eyes wide and breaths coming out in uneven pants. You live with demons, you must be used to that. To have such devils enter unannounced and watch you strip yourselves from your clothes.

The thought fills him with fury, his lips curled and brows knitted together. Yet, his hand continues to pump at his cock. The ridges near his cockhead tingle under his thumb, his head thrown back and eyes shut tightly.

His thighs tense, the muscles in him pulled taut as his grip tightens. “Something so tainted shouldn’t be the thing to witness you,” he hisses through his teeth, brows furrowed and hips bucking. “It’s outrageous that they’re the ones you live with. Beings so full-” his voice cracks, his head dipping down- “full of sin, touching and dirtying you.” His cockhead leaks with pearly white semen, dripping off his cock in heavy, thick strands.

When he closes his eyes, he can imagine you, dressed in white, spread before him, pleading with him to be gentle- you’d be the blushing virgin, ready to take in God’s Grace and kiss lips so pure that you’ll whine against him. You’ll be under him, your fingers lost in your sex as you tell him that you’ve been waiting for this moment. His pace quickens, his eyes closed as he thinks as to how you’d feel. Your thighs plump and your walls tight around his cock, your sex pulsing under his touch. You’d kiss him and he'd return it. He lets out a cracked moan, his breath sharp and head thrown back.

Beside him, his phone rings. He gives a slight turn, his clean hand going to lift the phone. A deep frown settles on his burning face as he realizes what he’s done and to who he’s done it to. Your image fills his phone, a call from you. He clears his throat, and quickly accepts your call.

“Simeon!” You sound worried and the tugs at his heartstrings and further cements his guilt. “I was worried, you didn’t reply to me. Are you okay?”

“I-” his voice cracks, and with a deeper flush, he clears his throat. He wonders if you know what he just did. He wonders if you would figure out what he’s doing as he listens to your voice. “Ah! I’m sorry, I thought I had replied to you but it seems like I hadn’t. I- uh,” he bites on his lip, trying in vain to muffle his moan- “My mistake. I- I just, I needed to get something,” his voice strains at the last word. “I’ll be over shortly. I promise.”

“Simeon,” the way you call his name makes him tug harder at his cock, “if this is about what you saw, then it’s okay. I know you. You didn’t mean to.” You sound so sweet, trying to comfort him while he’s doing something so perverse. “Listen, if you want, we can forget that that happened and start new, okay?”

“Really?” he breathes out, already closer to his high. “I would appreciate that. I-” His nail grazes over a vein and he lets out a deep groan.

“Simeon, you okay?” You say hurriedly. “You sound hurt.”

“I just bumped into a table,” he laughs breathlessly, his phone pressed roughly into his ear. “I’m sorry for worrying you,” he mumbles. “I’ll be over shortly, my dear. Just wait a moment.”

He barely has a chance to hear you say goodbye before he ends the call. “Fuck,” he groans, snapping his mouth close and turning his head, sliding his hand up and down his cock. Clicking noises fill the room, his cock pulsing in his hand, feeling as if it were about to burst. So heavy and foreign in his hand, Simeon pushes past the thought of his own hand touching himself, and tries to imagine yours. He thinks of your voice, of how you said his name, rushed and high, calling out to him.

You’re this glowing thing, something so pure but also full of sin, so human and lovely for it. You’d be this thing he was able to touch, this person who would love him and beg for touch. Under his wing, you’d be protected, cared and loved. Tears brim his eyes, trailing down his cheeks in hot flashes, sparking and disappearing into nothing before they have the chance to wet his hand. He’s already so close, his stomach knotting together, and body beginning to shake. As he releases, his free hand covers his mouth, muffling his moans that are drenched in cries. His seed is thick, coating his hand and leaving him in burning ropes. He looks at his hand covered in semen and he wonders if you would have been so kind to lick it off of him, to treat him as if it were your finest meal. His cock twitches at the thought, dribbling out more semen onto the seat.

Simeon lays in his afterglow, taking deep, slow breaths, his palm open, his seed dripping onto the floor in syrupy strands. The tear tracks begin to dry, his eyes still watery and the image of his ceiling blurry. With a wince, he stands, and grabs at his soft cock, walking to the nightstand and pulling out tissues. It’s humiliating to cleanse himself, to dry off his semen and to wash his hands. He can’t touch you with his hand, with a hand that had sullied the image of you in his mind, that had gripped at his own cock and covered himself in seed. The semen comes off of him in rushed waves, slipping down the drain and leaving his hand wet and clean as if there was nothing there to begin with. In the mirror, he is greeted by his reflection- messy hair and flushed cheeks, tears in his eyes and puffy lips from being bitten by. He wonders if you’d recognize this dirtied version of an angel when he greeted you. He wonders if you’d still hold his hand that grasped his cock not too long ago. With another message from you, he grabs the sweet he was supposed to bring, giving a glance to the gloves that rest on the arm of the chair. With a sigh, he decides to leave them there, hoping to hold your hand and memorize the feel of it

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Malfoy (James Potter x reader)

Warnings: Angst 

A/n : I take requests <3

We all love someone . They say, that loving someone is the best feeling. They say that loving someone feels like you are floating in the air, their thoughts clouding your mind. They say that loving someone is peaceful, because you have finally found your home. They say that Loving someone is like having something to heal you, to carry you, to encourage you. They say that loving someone is worth living for. 

But, only a few people know what it is like to not be loved. Only some people know what it feels like. Only some people know how much it hurts. Only some people know how it feels to be ignored, to be the second choice, to not be loved by your family, to not be loved by the person you have handed your heart to. Only some people know how much it hurts to be not loved , to always be the second choice, to always be the least preferred one, to always be not enough, to always be a disappointment, to live with no love. 

Someone who knew exactly how it felt like was Y/n Malfoy. 

Yes..... Y/n Malfoy. 

The Youngest Malfoy of the family. 

Now..... Growing up as the only daughter of the family, and not to mention the youngest child would have been easy, right?  especially if you are from a rich family who has high standards and is very respectable, having elves to do your work left and right, to be raised like a princess?  

Yes.... She was raised like a princess..... But not a normal princess..... She was raised as Rapunzel. 

Trapped in a tower,  hidden from the outside world , learning everything that the people of the tower taught her, believing that what the people of the tower said was always true ..... Until one day, she decided to know what the outside world was. 

So she ran, escaped from under dozens of gazes, unseen. And..... For the first time in her life, she saw something worth looking at. 

She happily skipped around, looking at the trees filled with flowers, that were so different from the dark trees surrounding her Manor. She saw beautiful birds chirping , multi coloured birds that were so different than the white peacocks that she usually saw at Malfoy Manor. She saw the sky, light blue with different shapes of clouds floating in it,  it was so different than the dark ceiling of the Malfoy Manor. 

She smiled and ran,  admiring the scenery around her. That is when she reached an open area, that she guessed was a playground. She saw a couple with a young boy. That was the time five year old Y/n Malfoy met James Potter for the first time. 

Since that day, Y/n would sneak out from Malfoy Manor every evening for an hour, during the time when her mum was at her daily Tea Party with her friends, her father in his library and her brother playing the piano. 

She and James would play on the swings and chat happily. She even got to know his parents, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter,  who were very happy that James had someone to play with ,since they lived in a large Manor at the edge of a small forest .

Everything went smoothly, until one day, her brother caught her sneaking out. That was probably the worst day of Y/n's life .She still vividly remembered her brother's harsh glare, her parents' disappointed looks and the punishment she received afterwards. That was the first time Y/n had been tortured with the Cruciatus Curse, not knowing that she would be receiving more of it in the future. 

The Malfoys were forced to move away , since - the Dark Lord ordered them to .

Malfoy Manor was then established at an even worse place, in the Middle of a Dark Forest , its location unknown to everyone. Even Y/n didn't know in which part of the world they were living in , but, the life of the six year old Y/n was already ruined. 

The next five years of her life were the worse. She felt as if she was trapped even more tightly in the tower, like Rapunzel. 

There were house elves around her room every hour of the day. She was forced to wear long and puffy dresses , which she hated . She was forced to go to fancy Balls and meet new people, mainly boys her age. She hated it, her parents were determined to get her married at a young age to a respectable boy form a  pure blood family, so that they didn't have to deal with her anymore. It was disgusting. They were trying to arrange or even engage a six year old with a boy her age, or even quite older than her. 

She hated their ideas. She would wince, whenever someone talked about Muggles and Muggleborns.....in such a way t-that even the worst person in the world didn't deserve to be t-talked to or about. She had snapped at such people many times, and she had been punished...... The same number of many times. So much, that the cruciatus curse didn't hurt her anymore. 

Her parents couldn't kill her, nor disown her. Because , the dark lord said that young children were valuable and that they would be useful for his army in the future .

Y/n still remembered ,the day when she was united with James Potter. She was on the Hogwarts Express , going to Hogwarts for the first time. Her parents had just lectured her about not to talk to 'filthy people ' and her brother had left her with a harsh glare , running towards the prefects compartment where he was to be sitting. 

Y/n sighed after her brother left her with another of his classic Malfoy glares. She looked around and headed forward, searching for a compartment with the least people or no people at all. She finally found one, only one person was sitting in there. 

" Hey! Can I sit here? " Y/n asked. The person who was staring out of the window looked at her, and Y/n felt her throat dry down when she was met by a familiar pair of Hazel eyes, only this time - they were covered by thick round glasses. 

"J-James ?" Y/n muttered, her voice shaking. 

" Y-Y/n?" The boy asked and Y/n felt a wave of Happiness overcome her. 

And then after years, the two long separated friends embraced each other in a warm hug. But, James didn't know that Y/n was ten times more happier to see him than he was to see her. 

As Y/n, now in her 7th year,  sat in the couch of Gryffindor common room, she felt herself smile as she was reminded of the memory. 

Y/n was sorted into Gryffindor, giving her parents and brother another reason to hate her. 

She and James were quick to become close friends again , and soon, they were joined by Sirius, Remus and Peter - the 5 of them, together being the Marauders. 

Since First year, James was obsessed over Lily , Y/n's fellow roommate. She and Lily weren't friends, per say, but - they didn't hate each other either. The two would always have small conversations and would often discuss their homework notes together. 

Y/n never opposed to the idea of her best friends chasing after Lily . She always encouraged him to go forward , she always encouraged him that he could do it . But , It was in her fourth year did she realize that what she felt towards James wasn't just friendship . She realized that the little weigh she felt on her shoulders after hearing him ramble about Lily  was not tiredness , she realized that the little churning of her stomach around him , the blush she got when he flirted with her without even realizing it .......all of it , was not just platonic ........at least not for her . 

But, she didn't act Bitchy like others would have in this situation. She didn't get angry when James ditched her loads of times just to try to spend time with the red Head. She didn't get annoyed when he treated her like one of the boys.

All she did was smile. She plastered a fake smile on her face and encouraged him to keep going, to try and get the Red Head. 

But, even though she felt the weight of the whole world on her shoulders, even though she felt her heart sink down day by day - she was happy. She was Happy for her best friend.She was happy when she saw him progress on the Red Head he had been chasing after, She felt happy when he was happy. And..... She knew that she shouldn't be Selfish. She had accepted her fate long ago, she had accepted that she and James weren't meant to be together. She had accepted that she had to stay with this weight her entire life. But a little part of her ...........It told her that she could at least hope  ...................But then , another part of her told her that she was useless and worthless, nothing but a waste of space . And Oh-How it crumbled her .

Despite it all, Y/n always stood by him. She stood by him when he cried , she stood by him when he felt like he was not good enough , she stood by him when he needed to hold someone ..........he held onto her and she never complained . 

James didn't know, but, he had landed all the weight of his life and feelings on the girl, and it broke her. But she still stood by him, every time, as a friend,  never asking for anything, never asking for more, never caring about herself, never wanting anything other than helping him,  even though her whole existence was the thing she needed help with.

She didn't only stand up alongside James. She stood up for Peter when he was bullied and body shamed for being fat. She comforted him when he cried. 

She stood by Remus when he felt like he was a monster. She was the one to help him along with the other Marauders during the full moons .She was the one who would heal Remus's wounds in the middle of the night, in the early morning, or whenever Remus felt like he wanted someone to heal is wounds and whisper soothing words in his ear. She was the one who taught Remus that you always have something worth living for, even though she herself didn't know why she was living. 

She stood with Sirius when he was disowned, when His Brother hated him, when Sirius felt like he was a mistake, a disappointment.

Despite, she never had anyone to hold onto . Her parents and brother , who were supposed to be her family, treated her like a piece of trash . She was alone , but she never showed it . Just because she didn't want to be a burden , just because she didn't want to be Selfish .

Sirius and Remus knew about her feelings for James,  the two could look through her smile completely. Peter was an oblivious person and he never knew what was going on, but still, the three of them always were there to cheer her up , but - none of them saw the completely broken her. 

Y/n looked around the Gryffindor common room she was currently sat in. She looked at the time and realized that the boys should have been back from their daily "boys time" by now.

Just as the thought crossed her mind,  The portrait hole of the Common room opened and in came Remus , Sirius and Peter,  laughing loudly. 

" Good evening, gentleman. You are 5 minutes late " Y/n said,  folding her hands over her chest and showing the three her watch. The three gave her guilty smiles and settled themselves on the couches around her . 

" Guys.... Where is James? " Y/n asked looking around. Sirius and Remus exchanged a look and avoided looking at her . Peter was sitting as if he didn't know what was going on , like always.

The next second The Portrait Hole opened and In walked James and Lily, their arms wrapped around each other and their clothes and hair looking disheveled and.... Both of them had the biggest smile on their faces. 

Y/n saw , as James led Lily towards the girls' dorm staircase . Lily whispered something in his year and the both of them giggled . Lily plated a kiss on his cheek , and then giving him a wink-she left , leaving James behind - Who's face was as red as Lily's hair.

He stared at her all the way until she disappeared . Then , he turned around swiftly - Smiling so widely that it looked as if his cheeks would split in half .

"SHE SAID YES! SHE SAID YES , GUYS!!!!!" James Shouted , his voice shaking a bit due to happiness .

In a second , Remus and Sirius's heads snapped towards Y/n - giving her sad looks . But , the reaction from her was not what they expected .

She smiled. And it wasn't a fake one - it was a genuine one . 

Y/n felt her heart clench at James's words . But , she noticed how happy he was , she noticed how happy she made him . And in that moment, she completely accepted the fact that he loved Lily , and that the two belonged together . She accepted that Lily made him happy . She was happy that her friend finally found someone he deserved , finally found someone worthy of Him . Y/n always knew that she didn't deserve him , she didn't deserve to have him in her broken life . Even though she was distraught , her best friend's happiness was all she needed . And she smiled. She smiled because he was happy , she smiled because she finally figured it out , she smiled because she knew that he would be happy . And Y/n would do anything , anything to bring her friends happiness , even if it meant giving up her own . 

" Ooohhh ..............Congrats , Romeo " Y/n said enthusiastically , smiling up at her best friend .

Part 2 coming up..........

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