#they get freed... maybe. If I feel like giving them a happy ending

[rreids]

OUT OF IT • A. HOTCHNER X READER

sad aaron; angst; fluff (only in his memories, the italicized sections); mentions of marriage; nonspecific case details; pet names; kissing; low self-worth implied on his end; insecurities; no happy ending; ~1.5k please listen to and / or read the lyrics to merry bad ending by the boyz and someone new by hozier. imagine hozier sadder, please.

Aaron is distracted.

He knows as much, and he feels sorry to his team every time it happens. He can’t help it, though. Whenever there’s a lull in the action, the ease of tension in a high-stakes case, his mind wanders.

Memories of soft skin and nicely scented hair, scratchy clothes falling to the ground. Of more innocent moments too, dates on beaches late at night — like you’re college kids again, feet sinking in wet sand and laughing under the moonlight between stolen kisses and whispered words. 

‘Aaron,’ your whispered voice mumbles, and he feels you trace your fingers over his jawline. ‘Pay attention, gorgeous,’

“Hotch!” He snaps out of it to Morgan’s voice. “Man, what’s going on with you?”

He clears his throat. “I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well.” That’s the lie he tells most often now. When he’s asleep, he’s the calmest and happiest he’s been in months. “What’s happening?”

“We’re ready for the profile. Gonna sit this one out?”

Aaron sighs. “Maybe. I don’t think I’ll be much help to the team.”

Derek studies him, jaw tensing for a few moments as he thinks. “Come back when you’re ready, Hotch. Team needs you.”

He nods.

He finds himself sitting in a room with the case files, reading aimlessly over the same sentences as his mind wanders again.

‘Aaron!’ Your voice squeals, light and happy. Your giggles break up your words, and he grins against the skin of your neck where he peppers wet kisses. ‘It tickles!’

‘Shh,’ he coos, tracing his fingers up and down your side. You squirm under the feather-light touch, body shaking with laughs even as they become silent. ‘Do you want me to stop?’

You lean back and sit up slightly as he trails his fingers over your spine. ‘If you don’t kiss me, right now, I’m going to scream.’

Aaron chuckles and leans up to kiss you, sweet and gentle, lips slightly chapped as they meld to yours. 

‘Baby, baby,’ you pull back after a few minutes, having only pulled back enough to breathe. ‘It’s late. You have work.’

‘Mm, wanna keep kissing you,’ he shakes his head, nose rubbing against yours. ‘Sweeter than anything that happens at work,’

‘Well, you do work for the FBI,’ you laugh, kissing his nose and smiling as his whole face scrunches up at the sensation. ‘C’mon. Bed with you.’

‘You’re not coming?’

‘‘Course I am, but I need to get ready separate from you. You can’t keep your hands to yourself.’

‘I’m not handsy.’ Aaron sulks.

‘Yeah, you are,’ you laugh and fully climb off, ignoring the forlorn look he gives you. ‘Go on, go brush your teeth. I’ll be in in a bit.’

The weight of missing you crushes him. The only moments he can breathe are the moments when he pictures the softness of your skin and your lips, the sweetness of your smile and the sound of his name on your tongue, the moments he pictures you next to him.

It’s agonizing, to have his heart stutter — not from you surprising and flustering him, but from the pain of realizing you’re gone —, to have his breathing hitch out from sobs as he realizes how much he ruined it all.

He blinks back the sting of tears and focuses on the case file.

There were women missing. Not missing like you, in the way that he made too many mistakes and you chose happiness, but missing in a way that their lives hung in the balance. 

He had to find them. He couldn’t let more people down.

.°. ݁₊ . ݁ ⁺₊

When the case ends — with no more bodies, and Aaron can’t even recreate the sigh of relief he let out when they caught him and freed the hostages —, his home is too empty.

Silent.

There’s no chatter of the shows you like to watch, too quiet for him to make out words — you hated to disturb him, and would always have it so low you could barely hear it —, no smell of the dinner you’d cooked hours before, no you waiting on the couch to throw yourself into his arms with a grin.

‘Baby!’ Your voice is practically a squeal, excited and almost overly giddy. ‘You’re back,’

His arms catch and wrap around your waist before he can even consciously realize you’re against him. ‘Hi, gorgeous,’ he whispers, feathering a kiss to your hairline. ‘Wanna tell me what’s got you so excited?’

‘Well…’ you begin, pulling him to the couch with you.

He hangs onto every word, he knows he did, but his memory of this moment hones in on something else as your sweet voice washes over him in his waves.

Your clothing, the way it rests on your curves, the dottings of scars from where you struggled with acne as a teen — scars you’d hidden when you first started dating, ashamed to show him your face without makeup, scars he adored and kissed, markings he’d called angel kisses whenever they upset you —, the tired curve of your shoulders that he knows now is from more than just work. 

It’s from him.

He exhausted you, tapped into your sunshine and joy so much you had none left for yourself. More than anything, he regrets not being able to make you happy. You’d given and given and given until you had nothing left for either of you, and all Aaron knew how to do was take.

There’s a tremble — a quiver, even — to his face muscles. He realizes, belatedly, he’s sobbing in his doorway, and he locks the door as he stumbles to his bedroom. 

He closes his eyes, letting the tears roll down his face, warm, salty, awful.

He knows he should be over it. 

But he’s not. He wishes he was, for both of your sakes, but he can’t stop crying. Missing you.

Everything aches.

“God, __, what did I do?”

.°. ݁₊ . ݁ ⁺₊

He wishes it were different. That he was.

Aaron makes it through two more cases before another breakdown.

The case was in Las Vegas, and everyone went out to drink or gamble (with the exception of Reid, who was banned from casinos and wanted to visit his mom, anyways). And Aaron was sitting alone in his hotel room, blanket wrapped around his body, knees drawn to his chest.

It hurts. To think of you. But he can’t stop.

Aaron thought he was going to marry you.

He had that thought often, whenever the fondness overtook him — his heart would swell with love, and he would look at you, practically with cartoon hearts in his eyes, certain he would have a forever with you.

Today was one of those days.

You’re dressed in his boxers and an old sweater of his, the definition of domestic beauty, hair a mess, eyes and face puffy from sleep, squinting at him over the edge of your coffee cup.

‘You look too pretty for seven a.m.,’

‘Morning to you too, my love,’ he whispers, pulling you into a kiss briefly. ‘Want breakfast?’

‘Are you cooking?’

‘As long as you supervise,’ it’s teasing, but there’s a hint of truth to it (you don’t trust him alone in the kitchen you made all nice and picked the appliances for, unless he’s using the microwave or getting a snack). ‘Sound good?’

‘Sounds perfect.’

He makes eggs and pancakes, and rolls his eyes as he fights down a smile when you wolf-whistle at him for rolling up his shirt sleeves to keep them out of the batter’s way.

When he serves it, he refills your coffee.

You kiss him as he places it down, and he’s glad his hand was already to the table because he would’ve dropped it in his urgency to cup your cheek.

His face is burning.

‘What was that for?’

‘I can’t kiss my husband?’

His face burns hotter. ‘Husband?’

‘Well, one day? Or no?’ You pout at that and he coughs, choking on air.

‘Yeah,’ his voice is a little strained, but he’s grinning. ‘That’s the plan.’

That plan never came around. 

The ring still sits in his dresser drawer, beautiful, the velvet box collecting dust.

His call goes to voicemail — one he helped you come up with — “Sorry, I can’t come to the phone right now! I’m too busy being in love with everyone and everything. Catch you when I can.”

It was always too whimsical for him, but it was you, and that made it right. You were full of whimsy before his work took its toll on you both.

You fell in love with everyone and everything.

But you fell out of it with him.

who cheered for my first full sad work ??? (she says when there is still sections of fluff. but they are intentional to make it hurt more. i hope) thoughts welcome <3

tagging: @hotchfiles @lover-of-books-and-tea

#my works #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner fluff #<- the fluff is only in memories aaron is miserable. fair warning

[crazyunsexycool]

My little love

Happy Birthday Bucky!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, HENRY BARNES!!!! he's the sweetest, Lottie being Lottie, a fake out, implied smut at the end

A/N: Alright here is another birthday for Bucky. Number 1 dad deserves all of the celebration!!!

For the first time since being freed from hydra’s hold, Bucky was looking forward to celebrating his birthday. He had a reason, well three to be exact, to want to celebrate. Bucky was truly happy for the first time in a long time. He had his dream girl and two of the sweetest kids anyone could have ever hoped for. 

On his birthday, Bucky woke up a bit later than usual. It didn’t matter because at least he would have a few minutes to cuddle with you but when he turned in bed you weren’t there. Still Bucky smiled as he thought that maybe Lottie and Henry would run in and spend some time hanging out with him but no. He sighs and gets up to get ready for the day. Out in the living room Bucky is met with you and Lottie but no Henry. Lottie hopped up and ran to her father and wished him a good morning. 

“Morning, Baby.” You look up at him from the book you were reading. 

“Morning, Sugar.” He leans down and gives you a quick kiss. 

“Do you have any plans today?” 

Bucky gave you a bit of a confused look but then shook his head. “Not really, only going to the gym for my normal workout and finishing some mission reports.” 

“Oh cool. I was thinking maybe we could go out to dinner with the kids.” 

“Yeah that sounds nice. Where’s Henry?” 

“He’s hanging out with Wanda. She was going to show him how to make some Sokovian dish.”

“Oh, ok.” Bucky says and looks around, slightly disappointed. Still he smiles and heads out the door to the gym.

Down at the gym Bucky is sparring with Sam since Steve is nowhere to be found. He was starting to feel a bit down since he was looking forward to celebrating. Part of him thought it would be weird if he mentioned the fact that it was his birthday considering that you knew and always went out of your way to do something special for him. Bucky pushed those thoughts out of his mind and focused on getting some work done. He couldn’t exactly be upset because he always said he didn’t like celebrating his birthday and maybe now everyone was finally doing as he asked.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When Bucky finally dragged himself back to the apartment he was surprised to see you all dressed up. You smiled up at him as you were entering the living room. 

“Hey babe, I laid out some clothes for you.” You say before giving Bucky a quick kiss. 

“Thanks, where are the kids?” 

“Well Henry is still with Wanda and Lottie insisted on having a ‘moobie night’ with Steve. I thought we could have a date night. What do you say?” 

Bucky was feeling more dejected as the day went on and not having his kids on his birthday was just the last straw. But he also didn’t want to force them to be with him if they didn’t want to.

“I was kind of looking forward to spending time with all four of us.” He says quietly. 

“Oh babe, I know but come on it’ll be fun.” 

He looks at your pout and big doe eyes and he smiles. “Ok, I’ll go get ready.” 

~~~~~~~~~

In the car Bucky was a bit distant. He had gone from being excited about his birthday to wishing the day would end already. You turned your head and smiled at him. To Bucky you seemed oblivious to his foul mood and somehow that hurt him more than you not even wishing him a happy birthday. 

When you finally got to what ended up being a diner Bucky was ready to just turn the car around and go home. You got out of the car and waited for him so reluctantly Bucky got out and took your hand. He was confused when you walked up to the diner and it was completely empty. 

“Is this the diner we brought the kids to?” He asks as he looks at the empty diner through the windows.

“Yeah, their first ever diner experience.” You smile.

“I think it’s closed. There’s no one here.”

“Well let’s just check, if it is we can go somewhere else.” 

You walk in and sure enough the only people there are the cooks and a few servers milling about. Bucky walks in right after you. He throws a suspicious glance around the place before he hears the door lock. He turns around but doesn’t see anyone by the door. When Bucky turns around the room is filled with the team and your family. 

“Surprise!” Everyone yells and Bucky is standing in stunned silence. 

“Happy biwthday dada.” Lottie runs up to him with her arms stretched out. She latches on to one of his legs. 

“Happy birthday daddy.” Henry says as he hugs Bucky around his midsection. 

Bucky was completely shocked and confused but he hugged his kids anyway. When you walked up to him he could see the guilt on your face. 

“I’m so sorry. The kids wanted to surprise you and swore me to secrecy.” 

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh, the disappointment he was feeling slid off him like water off a duck’s back. He pulled you in by your waist and you leaned up to kiss him.

“Happy birthday baby.” You said against his lips before kissing him again. 

“Get a room.” 

“Eewwww.” 

“Gross.” 

The team teased the two of you before they all started to wish him a happy birthday. Your family was also there to congratulate him before everyone settled down at the long table the diner staff had rearranged. The servers begin to take down everyone’s orders and the group is left to talk amongst themselves. 

“How long have you been planning this?” Bucky turned to look at you. You had your arm draped across the back of his chair and the other tucked under your chin while it rested against his shoulder. 

“The party I wanted to plan? About three weeks. Then two weeks ago the kids came to me while you were on a mission and told me their plan. They were so cute, they even drew what they wanted the decorations to look like. I saved the drawing for you to keep.” 

Bucky smiled, he really did have the best kids ever. 

“The whole not acknowledging your birthday was Henry’s idea. He thought you’d be even more surprised if you thought we all forgot.” 

“Oh so he’s who I have to put in timeout.” 

“What?” Henry’s head whipped around so fast. His eyebrows shot up in surprise but he wanted to giggle.

“No gibe bubba timeout dada. Is not nice.” 

“You can glare at me all you want but I’ll put you in time out too, little lady.” Bucky quipped and Lottie grinned before she giggled. 

“Dada no gibe you timeout bubba.” She announced as if the matter had been decided. 

“I’m just kidding bubs. You did something really nice for me and it means so much, so thank you, both of you.” 

The outing went on as planned. The group ate and talked and laughed. A jukebox in the corner played some of Bucky’s favorites. 

When it came time for dessert Steve helped Henry bring in the cake from the kitchen. Everyone stood around the smaller table with Bucky at the center. The cake was large and it was obviously homemade. It had a few layers to it so it was tall. The buttercream frosting was a deep blue. The other decorations on it were gold, including the Happy Birthday in a childlike scribble at the top of the cake. There was even a small goat figurine perched at the top. 

While Bucky held Lottie, Henry pulled up a chair and stood on it so that he could see everyone better. 

“Um before we sing happy birthday, I’d like to say something.” Henry speaks up. When everyone’s attention is on him, he clears his throat. “Well um, thank you everybody that could come and celebrate daddy’s birthday.” Henry says and turns to look at Bucky. “You are the best daddy in the world.” 

“The bestest one.” Lottie adds. 

 There’s a few chuckles from the group. 

“You are always nice and read us bedtime stories.”

“Gibe kisses when I habe an owie.” 

Bucky, although he tried his hardest, let a few tears slip. 

“You love us, and we love you.” Henry smiles at his father. Bucky hugs him with one arm while he keeps Lottie in his other arm. 

“Thank you, I love both of you so much.” 

Once he pulls back everyone begins to sing happy birthday. Bucky blushes a bit at the attention but can’t help but beam while he holds his kids and feels your hand on his back. When he turns his head to look at you he finds that your eyes are already on him. Pure love, admiration and happiness shine in them. When the singing was done and everyone wished him a happy birthday the cake was cut. 

“This is really good.” Bucky says around a fork full of cake and the fresh fruit filling. “Where did you get this?” He asks you.

“Oh I didn’t buy it.” 

“No?” 

“Nope. Henry made it with Wanda’s help.”

“I only really helped with the prep work and the oven. He even made the frosting.” Wanda adds. “Henry’s a natural in the kitchen.” 

“Baby added the goat though.” 

“Yeah, goat is so cute.” 

“What I don’t understand is Steve being completely absent all day.” 

You look at bucky and giggle. “Charlotte saw him telling you about the party so she took it into her own hands to keep him occupied until it was time to leave for the diner.”

“He was always the worst at lying.”

You all share a laugh as you continue to enjoy the dessert made by Henry. A few presents are opened before everyone calls it a night. 

~~~~~~~~~

When you finally make it back to the tower, the kids beg Bucky to read them a bedtime story which he does happily. While he does that you get ready for bed. When Bucky walks into your shared room he stops in his tracks. 

“Happy birthday Bucky.” You smile as Bucky’s eyes rake over your lingerie clad body. 

“You have one more present to unwrap.” 

Bucky licks his lips before moving towards you. He hovers over you and you can’t help but laugh at how giddy he looked. You love seeing him happy. 

“Best birthday ever.” He murmurs before he connects his lips with yours. 

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[emersonfreepress]

help i'm alive

So! Long time, no see. 2023 was a whole goddamn lot lol

I don't have a demo update to share yet, but that's because I had to scrap nearly everything I managed to write during a very, very, very bad stint of writer's block last year. I hadn't even realized it had been a block like that until I went over my work so far last month and realized it was bad -- like, trust me; a slog to read that didn't even sound like me. It's been extremely frustrating but I've finally broken free of that and it's been easy and actually fun to write again for the first time in actual years. I just hate giving updates that have no actual news in them. And I really had nothing to share other than: I deleted thousands of words and feel so much better now 😅

Anyway, little about my demo plans have changed: I'm still putting out the Chapter 3 demos in Choicescript/on Dashingdon and then will be going dark to move things over to Twine. Where I am in the process right now is... feeling like 35% done with the overhauled version of this chapter and 50% done for the next demo update.

As far as asks, I'm... not really sure what to do?? I believe I've read them all (I love you guys), but so much time has passed since getting most of them that I'm not sure if it's, like... still pertinent??? To go back and answer them?? I suppose some of them like character asks could be, but all the nice messages of support -- that feels weird since I've practically ghosted this blog since August! Idk. Y'all tell me what to do with 'em and I'll do it. Maybe I should make a poll.

Uh... that's really all there is to say regarding the game! I've added some personal stuff after the cut, but if you're done here: Thanks for reading and sticking around. It means the world, for real.

So what has occupied my time all this time? Doctor, therapy, money, and friends. And improv! But especially the first two. There was a lot of non-writing related stuff fucking up my ability to focus and write, so hopefully with my mind and body both feeling a lot better, I can get back to being present and active with the game. I didn't realize how physically unwell I was until last year and it's been like... life-long issues I've been treating. It turns out it's not normal to feel exhausted enough to sleep at any given time, at all times, for your whole life! wow!!

I also uninstalled Tumblr from my phone back in February, so you could say I'm sort of generally focused on offline life. (And what an interesting coincidence that my writer's block dissipated shortly after that...) I also just moved!! The last two weekends have been so expensive and stressful -_- But I can't even compare the old place to the new. We're basically paying the same price for idek how much more space. The cats are so happy; which means the house humans get to be happy.

My schedule is finally freed up from constant medical shit (there was a 3-month stretch this winter with multiple doctor appointments literally every fucking week 🙃🙃🙃). My mental health is doing a lot better -- literally incomparably better compared to where I was this time last year. There's live comedy now (which I dabble in, to be clear lol), but I've finally found myself able to like... balance it all. The physical and creative energy that goes into it all, anyway. The lovely thing about improv is that you kinda just show up and do your thing -- it doesn't cut into my writing time so much as it costs energy. Unless I end up in this comedy debate show thing next month, which I am very excited to give up writing time for

So like... Life is life-ing and I'm just vibing. Or something? I'll be around.

Thank you all again so much for your interest, support, patience, and readership <3

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[nyxreads]

"Azriel's shadow dance around Gwyn's breath = ENDGAME"

I'm quite tired of this, it's been three years now. Do people understand that Azriel is not his shadows? Azriel's shadows caress Feyre's cheek and neck the first time they met, was it romantic? Because it's more intimate than the shadows dancing around Gwyn's breath.

The more important matter is how AZRIEL reacts towards Elain rather than how his shadows (which, I might note, made sure Elain got back safely after their interaction thinking Az rejected her. Shadows that coiled like snake, ready to defend Elain, because Nesta insulted her. Shadows that helped Az presenting the gift for Elain.) acts towards Elain.

And how does Azriel act around Elain?

Azriel doesn't need his shadows to read Elain, meaning he can read her. He understand her. (In CC, we found that shadows disappears when the person is happy and comfortable, plus even Az's shadows skitters away from him when he laughs)

Azriel waited for Elain to give her offer and permission.

Azriel knew Elain doesn't want Lucien and is very uncomfortable around his mate.

Azriel sat down with her during the longest night of the year, just talking.

Azriel was relaxed around Elain while she's presenting him her plans for the garden

Azriel was ready to risk his own life to save Elain.

It was Azriel who figured out she was missing, Azriel who figured out her powers and freed her from all the confusion she was experiencing

Azriel never let go of Elain even though she's alright and he was the one bleeding, he needed to be sure she'd be taken care of first

Azriel always reaches out for Elain.

Azriel bought her a present, bought the necklace thinking of ELAIN, and doesn't care if the necklace was given to another priestess as long as he get rid of it because it reminds him of pain

Azriel lend the TT (the one thing he never let anyone touches) to Elain, trusting her with it and wanting her to have a protection

Azriel followed Elain's laugh, wondering what had caused it.

Azriel was affected by Elain and Lucien's mating bond to the point where he cannot even stand in the same room with them together

Azriel wants Elain. Not just because of lust, but because maybe, after 500 years he already found his home.

Idk about you, but if I ever read Rhysand or Cassian wanting to taste another woman before ending up with their mate? Think about it.

If the only argument is about the shadows, then maybe ship the shadows and Gwyn? not Azriel and Gwyn? Since most people are convinced crackship=OTP, why not we make the real OTP, #ShadoWyn? Because Azriel, on the only POV we got so far from him, wasn't interested romantically to Gwyn. No, he never even considered her as a friend. Gwyn never even showed she's attracted to him, she blushed for Rhysand not for Az.

If these readers aren't even concerned about Elain's feelings and hated her so much, then I guess, they should just consider Azriel's wants and needs? Because it is Elain. He found his happiness with her. Feyre even pointed out that he never heard such a deep and joyous sound from him until Elain.

There's no need to deny every Elain and Azriel interaction throughout the series over the last 10% of a bonus chapter. It makes one think most people never read the actual books but place so much value over a chapter that wasn't available for everyone.

The POV ended up with a cliffhanger. But it never ended Elriel because it was all just a beginning, their book is yet to come and by then I hope everyone is ready to accept what SJM has been hinting us from ACOMAF until ACOSF. No need to twist texts or take every parallel that are out of context, no need to call Elriels crazy and throw out degrees. Just simply read the series with open mind, and maybe tone down the Elain hate? Okay bye.

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[keruimi]

Hello there! If you accept requests I was wondering if maybe you could write some headcanons of the hashiras seeing reader (Who's older and also a hashira) as an older sibling figure? Only if you want to ofc and if it's possible all of them, if not that's alright! Have a nice day / night! ^^

My Saving Grace

Author's Note: I finally have the will to post this. I tried, I really tried because I'm not sure how to write this since I prefer oneshots. I don't see the characters as a sibling figure too so it was really difficult to grant this. But since it was the first request I received, I tried to write this. I love scenarios and this made me really know how to write one. Sorry for taking too long and sorry for not managing to get every hashira included but I hope I did it correctly. Hope you enjoy it!!

Mentions of death, abuse, and trauma.

Characters: Sanemi, Obanai, Giyu

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On the torture room, the smell of blood is staining the nose of the Young Master of the Ubuyashiki Family the moment he enter the room.

Within the four walls of the room, his eyes laid on the table that was placed in the middle of the room as a figure of a woman soaking from her own blood was the one thing that greeted him.

He felt his wife let go of his hand as he slowly walked inside the room. The people inside left to give them the private time he requested for.

The moment the door closed, he started to walk closer to the woman he got to learn about.

"Fuyutsiki Y/n, can you hear me?" His gentle voice rang across the room yet silence was the only thing that responded to him.

He sat on the stool that was close to her as he held his focus on the eyes of the woman who was just staring at the ceiling above them.

"Do you still have the heart to listen for what I'm about to request you with?" He continued noticing she won't bother responding with the torture still felt by her body.

"Do you want to take your life back?" That question finally manages to get a slight movement from the woman as she blinks her eyes from what she heard.

"Even if I did..." It was barely heard with how she tried to let those words out.

It was still painful

"What can I possibly do?" It ends up as a whisper that made Kagaya put his hand above hers to offer his sincere comfort to the woman.

"You can protect the people who suffer the same way you did. Under my wing, killing wouldn't be a sin"

A tear fell from the woman's eyes when those words were stated. Somehow, the slight heavy feeling on her chest lightened even just a little bit.

It became more bearable with the guilt she is now experiencing.

"I just want to be free. But no one wants to save me" she stuttered out as more tears followed that mix with the blood trailing down from her head.

"Now that I freed myself from that man, why do they need to punish me for it?", She started to question her fate as the young man silently listened to her pain.

"I became a sinner because I want to be happy"

Kagaya slightly grip her hand to remind her he is still here with her. Sharing the pain she is going through.

"Another chance. There is a path you can take without going against your morals but at the same time where you can heal" he exclaimed that made the woman glance at him.

"I can give you that"

That was the time Y/n chose the path Kagaya offered her.

And that is to become a Demon Slayer...

Known as the Winter Hashira, in three years, she managed to climb the ranks of the corps without any sight of injury ever being seen on her.

If anyone were able to describe her, a woman who moves with elegance and gentleness that became her advantage on the battlefield.

She kills her target without blood even staining her body.

A woman who finished her job beautifully.

Those were the words of the staff that can usually be hear when someone ask about the quiet woman who always spend her time in a garden.

She looks untouchable like a noble lady. So the others never bother getting along with her.

Yet without a doubt, she maintained her Hashira position compared to the Hashiras where the kids (Future Hashiras) were training under.

It made them doubt her abilities. A woman who seems to have no care about the world.

Until...

In the middle of daylight, after a Hashira meeting. A woman's hand is seen gripping her fellow Hashira's neck.

"Y/n-san! Please calm down" Kanae's voice can be heard on the Estate as the kids (Some Future Hashiras), were silently watching from the window of the Butterfly Mansion.

The man let out a gasp when the hands of the Winter Hashira tighten, blocking his airway.

"Let me make it clear to you about your role. You were chosen to become an example, not a corrupt person" the voice of a woman that is laced with undeniable hatred can be heard as Kanae can't help but close her mouth.

"You have no rights to hurt the kids as if they were your stress reliever. Especially if no mistake was made" the woman let go of the man as they fell on the floor, gasping.

"If you can't control yourself, then you shouldn't be a Hashira" the anger of the woman was clearly seen from how her eyes seem to lighten up like she can kill the person in front of her in a second.

"Y/n-san, you're breaking a rule-"

"The rules don't dictate me. It's my job to correct mistakes, especially entitled people like you." She calmly stated as she wiped her hands with her handkerchief, acting like her blood was not boiling from anger a while ago.

"Don't test me"

That moment changed the perspective of the kids who she defended.

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Sanemi:

He was fifteen when it all started

Anger...

That was all I felt as I held my friend's deceased body. While the demon's body slowly withered from my vision.

I failed to protect the person who gave a chance on the friendship I never thought would bloom.

I lost another person against the demons.

The stinging pain in my chest was ignored as my vision turn red that i ddin't notice I started to have a rampage and killed every demon I encountered without any mercy.

That when I encountered another lower moon, I finally lost the strength to keep going on as I fell to the ground along with Masachika's body.

I'm Tired...

Tired of being the defender, tired of forcing myself to keep going for the people I failed to save.

Tired of holding on to the hatred I held for the demons.

Where is the peace I first wanted. Will all of that be unreachable to reach?

I didn't have the time to see the head of the lower rank demon decapitate before the silhoutte of the well-known hashira stood in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I utter as her blank gaze look down on me.

Somehow in that little time, I wish to just die.

But someone like her prevents that wish of mine from being granted.

"I'm doing what I promised to the world" she answered my question where the answer was already serve.

I felt myself getting pulled up from the ground that made me tiredly sat up as she crouch in front of me.

"This is one of the challenges you need to get passed through" her presence made me almost didn't realize the help that finally arrive as my friend's body was taken away from me.

I felt the anger that made me numb, set free again as it surround the heart that almost stop beating.

"It's not the end of the world, Sanemi. You can't give up yet"

Her words made me scoff as I finally had the courage to gaze on her own orbs.

"What am I even fighting for?"

It was a question that I should have the answer. But now the grief made my mind a mess that is starting to make me confused.

But one thing I'm sure of was I'm really tired.

"What would I benefit from here?"

I sacrifice so many things yet I don't know what I would receive in the end.

"Is fighting really worth it?"

"Yes" she didn't hesitate, not even a bit from her answer as her firm gaze never left mine.

"Make that anger, that pain your weapon. So you would achieve the very first reason why you decided to put your life in line to protect the others." Her grip on my arm started to loosen as she completely kneel to be on the same level as me.

"You want peace. Not only for yourself but also for the world we live in. You want justice, for yourself and for the people who lost their life on these battle." Her words started to enter my mind as my stiff body softened a little and the burning anger, started to slowly rest in my chest.

"Sanemi, there's a lot of reasons to keep fighting. And one of those is being the savior of many" her gaze slowly turned less icy as she put her words in my head.

Dictated every word, and engrave it to my mind. So the confusion that the pain gave me, can be cleared and answered like I needed.

"The world is not forcing you to keep going. But you can rest so you can continue fighting. Let me be your aid in this time you need someone" she put her hand on her chest as a declaration.

"Then after this, you can grant the dream you wanted for the old you and for the people who you lost along the way"

"As someone who keeps going on this path, let me look after you. Let me stay beside you. As your guide, and as your teacher"

I felt my chest slightly warm up when her words made me feel that I was finally being protected instead of always being the protector.

Someone is finally looking after me like how it was supposed to be.

I finally found someone I thought I didn't need.

Obanai:

He was thirteen

"Little one, come over here" I heard her gentle voice towards my direction as I didn't raise my head to look at her. I tightly grip on the clothes I was holding as Rengoku-san gave me a slight push like it was my cue to go near her as she asked.

With trembling hands, I approached the woman and became wary of the moment I saw how she treated her fellow hashira.

But I unknowingly admire her for standing up for me. Due to the trauma I felt, I still can't help my body to stop trembling when a person gets angry at me.

Only her, who stood up for me.

I slightly flinch when I feel her cold hand touch my warm ones before she gently pulls me closer to her.

She raised the sleeves that were hiding my arms and saw some slight bruises that formed from being beaten by a stick.

"Does it hurt?" Her gentle voice manages to calm my nerves as she rubbed circles on it that gave me the strength to look at her and saw her eyes already staring at my own.

"From now on, you would be under my care so don't worry" she lifted a small smile before caressing my cheeks as I nod, trying to stop myself from crying.

"There, there" she soothes me down when she senses I'm near on breaking down as she sat me on the bed before taking the bottle of cream from the side table.

"We both know you can do it for your dreams, alright?" She exclaimed before she applied the cream on my bruises.

"Y/n-san" I called for her in a shaky voice as she hum and raised her head to look at me.

"Can I cover the lower part of my face?" I asked in almost a hush tone and I saw how her eyes sadly gaze on the scar that was clearly seen on my face.

Sensing her attention was on it, a tear fell on my eyes because of fear and shame.

I heard her close the bottle before I felt her hand behind my head as she brought my head to her chest so I could free my tears that I badly wanted to hide from the world.

"If hiding your insecurities can make you stronger. We can hide those" I heard her as I can't help but seek for her warm more.

After being alone on the cold dungeon on my own family's home. I finally heard the encouragement and felt the warmth I was seeking for.

Giyu:

He was fifteen

Within in the shadows of the corporation, only her who look for my figure. Someone who never wanted to be left alone.

The quiet woman who I always spend my time with when I have no one beside me.

I thought we were only acquainted until she started to remind me of my deceased sister.

Until her actions slowly started to comfort me.

I felt someone hold the wooden sword that I keep swinging towards the trunk of the tree as I forcefully let out my breath while trying to stop my trembling hand.

Another nightmare.

The same nightmare that prevent me from moving forward without any guilt or negative outlook in life that those important people in my life want me to think about.

It never fail to remind me how useless I was in that moment. And right now, I felt like I'm still chained to that trauma.

"Giyu" I heard her call for my name first that I snap from my thoughts but my grip on the wooden handle didn't falter.

"Go easy on yourself. Don't degrade the strength you have within"

Her monotone voice didn't help me that I almost want to leave until her next words made me want to stay.

"Because you're just a kid" I lifted my head in a speed of light and my teary eyes met her warm ones.

"As someone who watch you from the sidelines, you're better than what you always thought of" her tone started to soften as she immediately took the sword the moment I began to let go.

"So take a rest"

I finally heard the assurance I always tell myself. The words I want to use as a barrier to my own nightmare.

I was better than I know.

And hearing that from her became my comfort in those silent fights on my own mind.

I finally have someone who would be my light on this dark night

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #hashira x reader #kny #kny hashira #spotify #kny fanfic #comfort #demon slayer obanai #demon slayer giyuu #demon slayer sanemi #iguro obanai x reader #giyu tomioka x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #obanai x reader #giyuu x reader #sanemi x reader #kny obanai #kny giyuu #kny sanemi

[beloved-daydreams]

Y'all we actually NEED to talk about how loving and caring Wren actually is. Like, from her flashbacks with Bex (Rebecca) we know that she was the emotional shy kid. That her sister would bring her to hang-out with her friends (maybe because Wren didn't have any or too little.) And how she would always play the role her sister would give her.

Flash forward to the present, Wren:

Breaks into the house of her family at night only to eat food from their garbage and maybe do the dishes sometimes. Like???? That's SO unnecessarily nice. Imagine thinking a monster is downstairs only to find out in the morning that the dishes are clean, the laundry has been folded, the place has been cleaned... like what??

She would practice by reading Bex's textbooks to try to educate herself on her own

Breaks the curses put on humans to spite the Faeries (but also I bet she wants to protect humans and be useful to them, like she wishes someone would've been to her) not to mention she's been doing that for YEARS without anyone's thanks. They just get scared and run away

Collects purely sentimental stuff, never does she steal many things that could make her life easier, never does she glamour humans for malicious reasons (and besides, like she said, she's not good at it because her education both in the human world and in the fae world has been lacking)

Again: always eats from garbage, never or rarely fresh stuff she could easily snatch from anyone she wants

Freed some prisoners because she felt like it wasn't right to keep them locked (and well, other more logical reasons BUT I believe 80% of the time Wren is purely acting on her feelings) like, "oh?? I kissed Oak but now he's dancing with other girls? Okay Hyacinthe must be right then, Oak is just a manipulative whore >:( how dare he play with my feeling??"

Felt happy for having Gwen care about her despite them never interacting much to begin with. Just getting those text messages was enough

Probably lots of other stuff I forgot

Anyway, the point is that: Wren is sweet and sentimental and emotional and she knows it. It makes so much sense that she's scared shitless of loving Oak because she KNOWS her feelings are strong. It's what she acts upon most of the time, it's what leads her decisions.

And now she just gave in to some of her "darker" feelings. That feeling of destruction she talked about.

Anyway. Sorry but I'm FERAL over the fact that Wren is just SO full of love yet she receives so little. We need to change that real quick cause now she got everything. Mellith's heart, Mab's bones and Greenbriar blood (Oak). Girlie could literally make anything happen so if we don't want Elfhame's doom, please give her lots of cuddles and appreciation and love. Thank you.

On a side note: I am actually SO scared for Wren's story to end badly. I suppose not but I've only read The Folk of The Air trilogy from Holly Black so I'm not sure how she usually writes her other stories. Please someone reassure me haha :')

#the stolen heir #the folk of the air #tfota #Elfhame #wren #suren #queen suren #the prisoner's throne #oak greenbriar

[dulltoned]

here to share some thoughts on if Branch had been the one to get taken, rather than Floyd

wondering on how the others would’ve rallied together after finding out Branch had been taken- like, did Velvet use the same ruse; sending a note to ones of the brothers? and how would’ve Poppy joined the brothers in their search for Branch? would JD and the others have stumbled into the Pop village or would they have met on the way to Mount Rageous?

also the fact that Velvet and Veener would’ve most likely had to deal with the most sarcastic of trolls- like he never shuts up and doesn’t miss an opportunity to stab them with his words, even if his talent gets drained as a consequence-

thinking of Branch sitting alone at some point, pondering, thinking about everything’s that happened, perhaps thinking about his brothers, and certainly about Poppy too- if he’ll ever see her again, if he’ll make it out of this alive, and there’s also this lingering thought that, even if he doesn’t make it, he’ll get to see grandma again at the very least

once the bros, Poppy snd the others arrive and have the face off with the twins, just imaging the sheer relief and happiness Branch feels upon seeing Poppy, and also the pure shock when his gaze lands on his brothers- just a whole bunch of emotions coming up at once; anger, relief, happiness, sorrow, grief, fear, just very overwhelming stuff

and the brothers just going ballistic cause that’s their baby brother in there, getting his life drained out of him, and he looks way more different than when they last saw him 20 years ago

following the perfect family harmony, once Branch is freed, similar to Floyd in the movie, Branch is supposedly gone, and I’d like to think Poppy is the one that catches him (thanks to that one artist on twitter) and she just tries to get him to wake up, that she’s here she came for him, all the while his brothers, and maybe even Viva, gather around, wrapping themselves around the fallen trolls

perhaps it’s a moment in which the brothers apologize for leaving him, for not coming back, for not protecting him like they should’ve, for missing his milestones, not being there when grandma got eaten, not seeing him grow up, see him find the love of his life, and all the other stuff

then the sheer relief and mirth when Branch returns to them, nearly crushing him in a giant family hug (maybe his hair could have white streaks similar to Floyd, maybe more towards the tips, just as a callback to his frosted tips)

anyways I need someone to put me down, they’re taking over my brain

also so sorry if I’m flooding you, I can definitely tone it down if it is too much! just the first time I find someone that share similar interests and it’s quite nice to see trolls gain some much attention again and finding people along my lane lol

anywho, have a good day/night!

I also can't stop thinking about what it would've been like if it had been Branch that was captured. I haven't put much thought into the events leading up to the finale but I would like to plant the image in your head of Branch captured and terrified, wondering what was going to happen to him. He wouldn't be sure whether or not anyone would come for him. Everyone leaves in the end anyway, right?

He'd give Velvet and Veneer hell but as a guy who was absolutely petrified of creatures infinitely larger than him hunting him down and killing him for nearly twenty years? A lot of that fight and fire would be a cover for a lot of more chilling emotions.

#{ isolationist } #| World Tour | #{ V&V } #| Branch Rambles | #| Branch Answers | #Might come back to this one later #We'll see

[wangxianficrecs]

Longing (reprise) by ilip13

Longing (reprise)

by ilip13 (@ilip13)

T, 3k, Wangxian

Summary: Finally he cannot take it anymore. "Well, we should get going, either way!" Whatever transpired between them, the day is burning away. "Do you remember Guanyin Temple, Lan Zhan? Even if you don’t, we must get there as soon as possible." He expects a fight. Maybe Lan Zhan only remembers as far as their search after Nie Mingjue’s body parts. Lan Zhan thinks they’re in the middle of some night hunt, so — "I do remember Guanyin Temple," Lan Wangji says slowly. He reaches out as if to touch Wei Wuxian’s face, and then his hand falls away. "Do you?" * Wei Wuxian wakes up the morning after the bathtub incident. (Or is it?) Kay's comments: This story provided the soothing and healing I didn't know my heart needed. It gives Wei Wuxian the chance to finish his confession after Wangxian's first time at the inn in Yunping and I love that for everyone involed and most definitely my heart because the aftermath of the bathtub scene always hurts so good and as much as I love Wangxian's public confession in a moment of desperation, sometimes I wish they could have gotten something private like this as well. Excerpt: "You…" Wei Wuxian flounders, at a loss for words. He feels small, small and exposed, except Lan Wangji chooses to toy with him instead of mete out the proper punishment that Wei Wuxian deserves. Well. Wei Wuxian does not intend to embarrass himself further by recounting all the reasons Lan Wangji should be displeased with him. He crosses his arms and huffs. "Nothing happened. Pay it no mind. I’ll just get dressed and we can go." If anyone is playing games here then it is Lan Zhan, and Wei Wuxian is in no mood to participate. There’s a painful stab in his heart when he recalls Lan Zhan playing around last night. His joy at being praised by Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian swallows past the lump in his throat. It does not help with the ache in his chest. There is a blur of movement, and then Lan Wangji’s arms are wrapped around him. A gentle kiss pressed to his forehead. Wei Wuxian struggles to be freed; Lan Wangji holds him closer. "Don’t touch me, Lan Zhan," he hisses. Lan Wangji ignores him. The nerve of him.

pov wei wuxian, post-canon, memory loss established relationship, fix-it of sorts, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, self-doubt, love confessions

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #February 2024 #Teen #short fic <15k #ilip13 #Longing (reprise) #pov wei wuxian #post-canon #memory loss established relationship #fix-it of sorts #emotional hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #soft lan wangji/wei wuxian #self-doubt #love confessions

[myechoecho]

Moon in the Day, ep 7

On the one hand, I thought it was a bit harsh of Yeong Hwa to tell Do Ha to get over it and he's a stalker despite the dreams she's had. From her perspective, it's very creepy to think there's been someone watching you your whole life and seemingly knows every single detail.

Do Ha understands some of her resistance, I think. When she talks about her trauma for her entire life she really doesn't think of his trauma or asks why. That that is in large part because Do Ha is deliberately leaving out massive chunks of the story. He tells her he needs to know how he died - he knows the how, what he needs is the why. Despite her protests she does believe him. And no matter what she says, he has never really confused her for Ri Ta. She may be her reincarnation but she has always been Yeong Hwa for him.

this pond reminds me of the one from their past.

This episode we also see a turning point for Ri Ta, and later for Yeong Hwa.

In the past, Do Ha fights his father's men to protect Ri Ta and then takes an arrow for her. He wakes to find his father, and demands to know where Ri Ta is. When his father says he killed her, Do Ha is done. Ri Ta was the only sliver of happiness that he had. He had been trapped for years by his adoptive father he no longer cares if his father's men kill him.

But it's all been some twisted test since Ri Ta is alive. His father tells him to kill her but Do Ha cannot. And because he can't, he is now even more chained to his father. I think this display goes a gets Ri Ta to change how she sees Do Ha, even more than she had already started.

Do HA suggests that they both live, and survive. She looks surprised when he says it's better to stay close to him so she can kill him.

When Do Ha's father sends him out to battle, even though he is still badly injured, she insists that he will come back alive. She waits for him. He's so surprised to see her then when he comes back. No one has ever waited for him before. Do Ha is even more stunned when she tries to help him. He pushes her away.

Do Ha passes out and Ri Ta is genuinely worried for him when she finds. Do Ha's father is consistent with his awfulness:

I dunno, maybe don't send your already badly injured son into battle where his wound could get worse or infected?? Even the other soldier guy said it was no big deal for them to handle and you still told Do Ha to go. And what more does he have to do for you? Why do you hate him so??

Ri Ta tends to him and there is a big shift in her thinking, though she is still conflicted. Her sympathy for him is stronger than her resentment. She cannot bear to see him chained like a dog to his father because of her. She feels guilty. If she kills him, he will be freed of his ties and she of her resentment even though it will be at the cost of her life. But she cannot do it.

I LOVED the scene between them after he wakes up. He asks her why she didn't kill him and she says could not. He tries to give her an out, to say that he has not found life valuable yet but she refuses to take it. They are in this together now. They both recognize how incredibly messed up their relationship is. They know it but they are now tied to each other because of how they feel so they going to try to make the best of it.

Interesting too - both Ri Ta and Do Ha are the only ones to have told the other to survive.

The dreams this episode seem to make Yeong Hwa have more sympathy for Do Ha. So much that she wonders what would have happened to them if they met in a different time in place. Do Ha is surprised by that. Yeong Hwa has decided to keep having dreams (though i don't think she has a choice) but now she's going to make an effort. She wants to know how the story ends. Yeong Hwa also seems to need to find out for herself, because she really has not asked Do Ha for details.

As for Joon Oh's brother, I hope he questions WHY the old CEO knows so much about Joon Oh being weird.

#moon in the day #kdrama

[cosmicjoke]

if you could save any character in AOT from dying, who would you save? not in terms of changing the plot or anything like that, but because you really like the character

That's a really hard question to answer, haha. There's so many tragic deaths in AoT, and an argument could be made about why every character that died should have lived.

I think maybe the most tragic death, to me anyway, was Sasha's, because she didn't choose to die. Hange and Erwin, as heartbreaking as their deaths were, at least had some agency in it. They chose the path that lead to each of their deaths, or were otherwise accepting of their deaths. But with Sasha, she didn't choose to die, or accept it. She was shot while believing she was going home and in a celebratory mood, even, happy that she had made it to the end of the mission with all her friends.

Of course, with Erwin, you wish he could have gotten to discover the truth. But I always think, if Erwin HAD lived to see what was in Eren's basement, while he might have initially been happy at finally having proof that his father had been right, it ultimately would have left him feeling disappointed and bereft, and I think his feelings of guilt would only have intensified. To realize he'd charged ahead so relentlessly, only to find out that the world beyond the walls hated them and wanted them all dead. That indeed the discovery of the truth didn't improve their position, but only made it worse. I don't know if Erwin would have been able to deal with the knowledge that he'd sent all those soldiers to their deaths, under the belief they were fighting to free humanity, only to exchange their original struggle for any even greater one. So, in the end, I think it was better for Erwin to die without ever knowing the truth. I think it only would have further deteriorated his mental state. There was a genuine relief in Erwin when Levi told him to give up on his dream and die. He was happy to be relieved of making the decision himself, happy to be told what to do, happy that Levi had freed him from the burden of being torn between his dream and duty, and especially the guilt he felt at wanting to pursue his dream. If the decision had been left up to Erwin, and he'd chosen to live to see what was in Eren's basement, I think it would have tormented him for the rest of his life. Levi allowed him to die a good leader, and that was as good an ending for Erwin as there could be.

And then of course Hange's death was also incredibly tragic, and the realization that she won't ever get to experience any more of the world, when she was such a genuinely curious person, is heartbreaking. But there's also an element of guilt in Hange's decision to go against the wall Titans. This feeling that she was failing to live up to her role as Commander, that she was responsible for leading them to where they were, and needing to take responsibility for it in order to ease her guilt. Of course, Hange wasn't actually responsible. Eren was. He lied to Hange when he accused her of forcing him to do what he'd done because of her failure to come up with a better plan, and that exacerbated Hange's sense of guilt, which in itself is a huge tragedy. Maybe Hange wouldn't have felt so compelled to go to her death if Eren hadn't said what he did to her. But either way, I think Hange felt she needed to sacrifice herself in order to fulfill her role as Commander. It's why Levi's so distraught at her language before she makes her decision, because it's the same sort of language Erwin was using. This idea of needing to fulfill ones "duty" by sacrificing ones self. Levi knew in that moment what Hange was planning. He knew she meant to die.

Anyway, yeah, I guess this isn't really an answer to your question. I wish all three of them could have lived. I wish Petra and Marco and all of Levi's OG squad could have lived, and Mike, etc... I also thought Nile Dok's death was really sad.

But I guess if I had to choose one character who got to live out of those who died, it would probably be Sasha, just because, again, there was no agency in her death.

#attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin #Erwin Smith #Hange Zoe #Sasha Braus #Levi Ackerman #Marco Bodt #Nile Dok #mike zacharias

[tallseaweed]

Relinquish Your Burden: Chapter 1

Summary: 3½ years have passed since Loki gave the multiverse a chance. What if it no longer had to be his burden to bear?

Word Count: 1.3k

For a sneak peek at what you might be getting yourself into, check the AO3 tags!

1,277 days.

That's how long it had been since Loki had sacrificed his freedom to give the multiverse a chance.

After leaving Mobius with an open-ended goodbye, Sylvie had returned to the branch she’d begun to call home.

For a while, her new life was everything she'd hoped it would be. She finally had true freedom, a supportive community, a job she enjoyed, and had even adopted a cat! All without the threat of the imploding Temporal Loom hanging over her head.

All of it was possible thanks to Loki. Every day, her thoughts were pulled toward him—holding together the branches of the multiverse.

At first, these thoughts filled her with gratitude. His sacrifice was the reason she was finally able to live. Never again would anyone have to survive like she had—fighting tooth and nail for the right to exist with the TVA breathing down their neck around every corner.

But as the weeks turned into months, and those months turned to years, guilt about Loki's situation began to steadily infiltrate its way into the peaceful life she'd built.

Yes, she finally had everything she'd ever wanted, but at what cost?

The passionate, wise, and endlessly infuriating man she had come to know was enslaved by his selflessness.

If Sylvie had been able to harness the branches as Loki had, would she have done it? She'd like to think she would, but her previous actions seemed to speak otherwise.

"I asked for your help and you walked away."

"Just so we're clear, no, I didn't. I'm here, aren't I? Again!"

"You're only here because you couldn't kill him."

Loki had been right. She wouldn't have been at the TVA helping with the Loom if Victor Timely had been as easy for her to kill as He Who Remains. Years of living in apocalypses had made her selfish and reactive. She had to be selfish to survive, and being soft would have gotten her killed millennia ago. But maybe she had taken it a bit too far.

"You can't give people free will and then just walk away, Sylvie."

"It's up to us to protect them. It's up to us to do better than He Who Remains."

She hadn't even considered protecting the timelines. She'd freed them, hadn't she? Naively, she'd thought that would be the extent of her responsibility. She'd been so relieved to finally be able to live, that it had blinded her from seeing the bigger picture.

No, she wouldn't have sacrificed what Loki had, because she was selfish in a way that he would never be.

She had let him down so many times.

The worst realizations came to her at night, when the world was dark and dormant, unable to distract her from the harshest truth: that Loki would never have chosen this if he hadn't been forced to.

"If we make it, and the TVA is gone, there might be a timeline for you to rule."

"Ah, and then I'd finally be happy," he quipped back sarcastically. Leaning over, he nudged her shoulder. "What about you? What will you do, when this is all over?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know either. Maybe… Maybe we could figure it out together." As his eyes locked onto hers, she saw the deep sincerity sparkling within. If she was being honest with herself, the weight of the moment frightened her.

"Maybe."

Loki hadn't wanted a throne or glory, he'd wanted to have company. Her company, before she had taken advantage of his feelings and shattered his trust in her completely. When faced with the endless possibilities of the multiverse, Loki had wanted to create a life where he wouldn't be alone.

Yes, Sylvie loved the life she'd created, but with astounding clarity, she realized she would never be able to live it with a clear conscience. Not unless she tried everything she could to help Loki regain his freedom.

With a sigh of resignation, she shuffled over to her closet and crouched down to open the safe she kept at the bottom. With a click, it swung open to reveal He Who Remains' TemPad. With a swipe of her finger, she opened a Time Door to what had formally been the Citadel at the End of Time.

~

When Sylvie stepped through the faint glow of the opaque orange door, there was no ground beneath her. Freefalling, she desperately swiped at the TemPad until she tumbled back into her apartment.

Sprawled onto her shag rug, she tried to calm her erratic breathing.

What the bloody hell just happened?

Obviously, the kintsugi asteroid she had been expecting was no longer there. But she could’ve sworn the portal she'd seen Loki pull himself and the timelines through had led to that exact location.

When she cleared her mind enough to remember past the panic of falling, she realized there had definitely been a green light in her peripheral vision. And the distinct aura of powerful magic.

Tentatively, she swiped open another Time Door. This time, she opened it above her, so she could keep her feet firmly planted in her bedroom. When she stood and saw what awaited her on the other side, her breath caught in her throat.

Yggdrasil.

Loki had woven the timelines into the Worlds Tree.

Her childhood memories were barely more than blips of a dream, but they had been enough to create an instinctual reverence for the tree that linked the Nine Realms together. Most people, herself included—endless skeptic that she was—believe it to be intangible, or possibly even metaphorical. Regardless, she couldn't think of a more fitting symbol to uphold the multiverse.

She didn’t know how long she stood there marveling at the glowing green behemoth, but when she dropped back into her room, her cheeks were wet with tears.

~

Sylvie couldn’t sleep that night. After she had processed her initial awe at Loki’s spectacular feat, she realized something vital: magic of that scale could sustain itself.

While she herself had never been able to manifest anywhere near that much power, she’d seen enough in her overly long life to know it was true. The knowledge was partially based on experience, but more compellingly it seemed to come from innate wisdom deep within. Seeing as every Loki she had met (minus the alligator) seemed to draw on a similar magical core, this seemed like something she could trust.

She had felt the life force from Loki’s Yggdrasil. Regardless of its cosmic position, power, and creator, her instincts told her it embodied the characteristics of any other tree. Including the ability to be self-sufficient.

So why was Loki still there? Didn’t he realize this too?

She supposed it was possible he didn’t. He had seemed a bit off. One second he'd seemed so sure that Timely's little device would fix the loom. Then, within a minute of entering the control room, he'd seemed absolutely positive that his sacrifice was the only way to save them all. What had changed?

But what if he did realize his Yggdrasil's self-sufficient potential, and there was some other reason he was staying there, resigned to his self-imposed martyrdom?

Well then, if that were the case, she would just have to convince him he was wrong. That shouldn’t be too hard. After all, she’d successfully done it before.

She could convince him that he deserved to be happy too.

A trickle of doubt penetrated her confidence. Based on their last few interactions, it was entirely possible that Loki might not trust her anymore.

But maybe she wouldn’t have to convince him alone.

As the sunrise filtered into her bedroom, she opened a new Time Door. It was about time she checked on an old friend.

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Notes: As much as I loved the last episode, it hurt too much to think that Loki would have to be alone forever. I really wanted to use some of the dialogue from episode 5 where Loki and Sylvie talk at the bar, but unfortunately this Sylvie never had that conversation.

All that being said, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first published fic! I'm guessing that it'll end up being at least 8 chapters.

Next chapter we get our first Mobius POV...

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#loki #loki fanfic #loki s2 finale spoilers #loki spoilers #fix it fic #lokius #lokius fic #mcu loki #loki marvel #mobius #mobius m mobius #mobius mcu #loki series #mcu #marvel #brodinsons #the sun will shine on us again #relinquish your burden

[why-what-no]

Let Me Touch You

Pairing: Sub!Peter Ballard x Dom!GN!Reader (Reader had female private parts but I’ve tried to keep it as vague as possible)

Warning: Smut

Notes: Full disclosure, this is my first time writing smut, so fingers crossed that it’s alright.

Request: @xrr3n33 asked: love ur 001 fics! can i request sub!peter ballard with a dom!gn reader? lot of fluff and maybe smut ? TT

“You’re not being careful.” (Y/N) scolded Peter as soon as the door to his room closed behind them. They had just finished their shift, and he was sitting on his bed, a book in hand. As soon as he saw them, he put his book down and gave them his full attention. But before he could respond, they continued. “Papa can see you getting close to Eleven. He’ll hurt you again if you keep being so obvious.”

“I’ve almost got her. It doesn’t matter what he does.” Peter responded, standing up to kiss them but they backed away.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe how cocky he was acting. “Yes it does. He can still wreck your plan.”

“(Y/N)…” They didn’t let him finish, simply silencing him with a kiss and putting their hand to his chest. They pushed him towards his bed, making him sit down.

“Lie down.” They told him, turning towards his dresser. He has a pair on handcuffs hidden there, perfect for their use. When they looked back at him, they saw he hadn’t moved.

“Peter, baby. Sit down.” Their silky tone left no room for argument. He listened this time, giving them room to straddle his waist and cuffing his hands to the headboard.

His uniform was always pristine, his hair always perfect. (Y/N) couldn’t explain just how much they wanted to mess it up.

They leaned down to kiss him, running their thumb over his pretty lips and seeing the lust beginning to cloud his eyes. (Y/N) moved down the end of the bed, unbuckling his pants and tugging at his pants. Peter watched them, his breathing heavy.

He gasped when (Y/N)’s lips wrapped around him, their name leaving him lips. The feeling was indescribable, and they looked stunning as they took control of him.

They moved away before he could find any release, a smirk on their lips and they kissed him forcefully. He leaned his head closer to them, chasing the feeling of their lips and tongue against his.

“I love you.” (Y/N) sighed, eyes closed and hands buried in his hair and they sank down on him. The feeling of being connected to him was like a drug.

“I love you too.” He replied, gazing up at them. “Let me touch you, please.”

(Y/N) considered denying his request. Loving the vision in front of them. But he looked so nice when he begged and honestly, there was very few things they would say no to when it came to him.

He pulled them into a kiss as soon as they freed his hands. Gasping into their mouth as they rolled their hips against him. As they reached their release, they gripped Peter’s hair and buried their face in his neck.

***

(Y/N) laid on Peter’s bed as they watched him fix his hair and outfit that they had successfully messed up. “I’m sorry if I worried you.” He told them, walking over to sit beside them on the bed. “All I want is for you to be happy.”

“I know,” they let him gently kiss them. “And I want you to be safe. That’s what would make me happy.”

He nodded, smiling. “Of course. And I’ll be careful, I promise.”

“Good. Thank you baby.”

#stranger things #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard #vecna #001 #Peter Ballard smut #my fics #henry creel x reader #henry creel

[desultory-novice]

CW: Serious but vague talk about the complex feelings associated with the loss of a loved one and mourning - both in Kirby and in real life. Some personal stuff and once more for good measure mentions of death and mourning.

-

I know I don't owe anyone an excuse for my brief absence, but I was completely caught off guard this year when I realized the anniversary of Planet Robobot fell just days before the passing of my own father last year. No surprise I didn't make the connection last year, but it hit me this year and it hit hard.

I know that they're not the fandom's most popular characters ("most hated" may be more like it?) but I feel almost painfully close to the story of Susanna Patrya Haltmann and Max Profitt Haltmann. For I was also a child who was torn between being really mad at my father for his flaws and mistakes while also pining for this idealized parent-child relationship we didn't have, to the point of often spurning the bond we did have because it wasn't going the way I imagined it. I also had to watch close up as he wasted away, his senses going one by one, till he looked more and more like a fading shell of a person.

...You know, I didn't even finish playing PR until last year or maybe the year before? Of course I knew the story spoilers. But I couldn't make myself play it. I finally did because I felt I had to. And I'm glad, even if finishing it left me with a weird sense of sadness. A sense of sadness that finally came full circle a few months later...

I thought I would draw something for the anniversary this year. Something sad, bittersweet, poignant, meaningful. Something akin to a tribute. But my pen just wouldn't move. I don't think I have the words or the visuals to fully express what I felt about it right now. It's why, even though I really do like these two characters, I hardly ever draw them.

It's this closeness that renders them blurry in my vision.

...I suppose I might as well talk about this while I'm here, but I have this ask in my inbox about the Merry Magoland Branch AU. About Joronia and Max and what happens to them after their souls are freed.

'Do they come back to life?'

...God, I've written one thousand answers to that post in my head.

Part of my brain says the "right" answer to give - here on my Kirby blog where every story has a happy ending or at least a chance at salvation no matter how grim - is "of course they come back to life!" The Merry Magoland Branch AU is a sad but cutesy fractured fairy tale of a story where everyone ends up better than they started! Besides, they’re already souls. What else would happen to them? Just quietly go off to rest? That wouldn’t be satisfying!

...

But another part of me looks at "Kirby," a series that has characters who have "died" and come back to life and characters who have died and stayed dead and I feel like, as painful as it is to those such as the Sectaranza shippers and the other fans of of the implied dead cast members...

...they're not coming back. They can't come back. They shouldn't come back. Even in a completely fictional setting, even in a silly AU, it is hard for me, personally, to make myself change what has happened. What has been done. 

Don't get me wrong, I've even scribbled out a few "everyone lives!" scenarios but I've never been able to draw a single one... I tell myself that if a miracle happens and one day I'm scouted to make a Kirby comic or animated series or movie, something where I get to retell the world from the beginning, I would not have it so the "dead" characters die, if only because they are unique enough that I would want them around to use for future stories. Like Moretsu Pupupu Hour, with its funny Sectonia who is literally allergic to peace. Or that one manga I haven't read where Susie and her father run some kind of puzzle store??

But again, that would be a Kirby I had control of from the beginning.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm proud of Kirby the series for not being so grimdark “realism” that Marx, upon blowing up, turns into meat pasta and instead comes back with a smile and laugh to kick exploding jester balls at people all because you waved a magic heart-shaped wand. 

And I'm absolutely content with letting spunky wizard Magolor mercilessly fight his way back through some sort of purgatory dimension and start life over as a medieval salesperson, building up good karma one microtransaction at a time. I think that stuff is important. (Well, not so much the microstransactions.) But I'm also proud of it for letting some characters... not come back. 

Dark Matter Blade is both a badass and strangely attractive (...just me?) for an eyeball made of dark matter but despite the fact that maybe all he wanted was friends, despite the fact that it's implied he rescued Gooey from Dark Matter and hid him on Popstar to protect him from Zero, despite the fact that he should have become a good guy and was instead used heartlessly by Zero like ammunition, losing the few marks of individuality he'd been able to keep thus far (his hair and armor and cape) he's just gone. He'll never join the others on Popstar. Never enjoy the warmth of a spring day or get to be a sibling to Gooey. He'll never even get to explain things to poor Gooey that they ought to know, and he was probably the only one who could.

It's tragic. It's upsetting. It's unfair.

And it's...important, much as I hate to say it.

Dess secret... but I actually get a little mad when people want Taranza to "...hurry up and find a new girlfriend and stop being in mourning all the time" because... I think it's okay for Kirby to have "a character who is in mourning." I suppose there's no real reason he can't be "character who was in mourning who was able to find love again" but I also kind of like that he's THERE as a character for anyone who has lost a loved one and is still sad about it. For those who haven't begun rebuilding their life just yet.

Gooey is the one who lost someone without every really knowing what he had/could have had. Susie is the one who lost someone and also has to get back to work because that's a real thing too.

I didn't really mean to talk about death and mourning in Kirby (for a second time) but I think part of me had to as well. At least if I was ever going to go back to regular posting. I don't even really feel as if I even captured everything there was to say. Like I said, I don't really have the words. 

But, yeah, anyway, if you've ever seen me politely push back when someone brings up Susie or Max discourse of the negative variety on my blog, hopefully you have a slightly better understanding as to why I respond the way I do.

#Kirby #Susanna Patrya Haltmann #max profitt haltmann #sectaranza mention #Dess Text Post #Taranza #Gooey Kirby #Dark Matter Blade #cw death #cw personal #cw illness #I left Elfy and Fecty out of this because that was too much speculation #But you could see them as something similiar

[science-lings]

You all know how I like to make botw Link a nerd when it comes to potions and botany but I have now decided that it would also be neat if he was also more interested in mechanics and physics than he seems, like even before the calamity. 

I mean, just imagine, this kid who since the age of four has been naturally great at fighting, the latest in a long line of royal knights, his path only being reinforced when he’s discovered to be the reincarnation of the hero, his duty to the crown being reinforced in his head for years and years, and maybe at first he thinks that he and Zelda would get along due to their similar interests. But she immediately hates him for the sword on his back. 

So every time he escorts her to the royal tech lab, he desperately wants to participate and tinker but he’s just a guard, and all he can do is listen. He loves it when she rambles about what she’s doing and he finds it all fascinating but it’s also been fused to his being that he’s just a soldier meant to gladly die for her and his thoughts don’t really matter. 

Then, when he comes back from the dead, in a room full of mysterious ancient tech, the first thing he’s given is the sheikah slate. And the whole theme of the game is curiosity and discovery and exploration and why should that be limited to just the world? He should be so excited to get the runes and learn how to use them and be baffled by how they defy the laws of physics. He takes pictures and figures out puzzles and has a blast working through problems with the tools he’s given. (also the implied building mechanic in totk... you cannot tell me that he’s not super hyped about making his own car) 

He would think that the champions dlc would be totally worth it when he’s given the master cycle zero, he even gives it the new name of Vah Epona. He powers it with his near infinite supply of apples as if it were a living horse and balances zooming around with teleporting to shrines because that’s just as exciting. 

But in the end he’s still supposed to be the hero, so he can’t stay to talk about tech with Robbie and Purah, he’s happy with waiting for those lectures until Zelda is freed, he has a feeling she’d be interested in it too. 

#taking the interpretation of stupid link and shooting it in the back of the head with a rifle #im tired of it #its weird when fics have Zelda talking to purah or robbie and Link is just in the background making tea or something as if he wouldn't be an #expert when it comes to the sheikah slate and it's capabilities #HE'S NOT DUMB #he would love to show her the master cycle and all the runes that weren't unlocked when it was hers and not to mention that canonically #IT WAS MADE FOR HIM SPECIFICALLY #he's the only one that can use it to enter the shrines that were built for him to learn and to train to rebuild himself #like it's an important part of the story that it's his #instead of a boat or an ocarina or a talking sword he gets this and it's vital to his journey #even when everything is taken away for the monks trials he still gets to keep the slate #so yeah i think he might be a little attached to it #botw #totk

[iridiss]

reguarding your Judas MCD Au, how would you handle Laurance being like... de-possessed? Un-possessed? idk the term-

When Shad is defeated, his spirit will leave and pass on to the afterlife to become the Judgement we see in When Angels Fall, and when he does, he’ll leave behind whatever vessel he was using before, freeing Laurance

I’m not entirely sure how exactly Shad would be defeated in this AU. In my main MCD AU, I have it so that Shad & Aaron don’t even know about Alina’s existence until she appears in the middle of the final battle with The Shadow Lords forces VS The Phoenix Drop Alliance + The Shadow Knight Rebellion. She runs to Aaron, calling out to her dad, and Shad completely freezes, because the entire reason why he’s so angry and vengeful against Irene is because she turned his precious daughter into a relic and fused it with his soul without telling him where the relic came from. So a little girl that looks a lot like his daughter, sounds like his daughter, feels aura-wise a lot like his daughter (because of her connection to the relic), calling him dad and jumping to hug him, it completely breaks his brain and he stops all fighting. He gets very emotional, speaking very gently to Alina. He’d introduce her to his daughters soul, and Alina would say that she’s trapped, she needs to be freed so she can play again. Zane would return the fragment he stole, and they’d return any other fragments they could’ve found in their journeys, the relic would be repaired, and the relic’s souls would be released and freed through the combined efforts of Aphmau and Alina’s magic (Aphmau as Irene and Alina as the next holder for Shad’s relic). Shad would finally be able to rest with his daughter saved, with his drive for vengeance put to a happy end. He’d finally see Aphmau as a different woman from Irene, because if she’s willing to save his daughter, then it proves that she is a very different and far better woman than the Irene he once wed and lost, thus concluding Aphmau’s character arc w/ grappling with her identity as an Irene. He gives her and Alina his deepest thanks and apologies, and his soul passes on, releasing Aaron from his control and finally putting the war to an end. Any magical control he had over the Shadow Knights is removed, freeing them from the pull of the Nether, and everyone gets to reunite and get their happy ending.

But in the Judas AU, it’s not Aaron that Shad possesses, so there’s no dad for Alina to run to. Now, I do usually count Laurance as a step-father to all of Aphmau’s kids, including Alina, but Shad would’ve taken control of him LOOONG before Alina was ever conceived. He would likely have betrayed Aphmau long before Aaron dies, and would be too busy trying to actively kill her and everyone she holds dear to even find out about her daughter. Alina would have no idea who this man is. Laurance would have no idea who this child is. So Shad would have to be defeated in some other way, maybe through more violent magical confrontation means. Like in the big finale fight, Aphmau and Shad!Laurance end up fighting alone, Aphmau keeps trying to get through to Laurance, Shad keeps going all out despite getting internally punched by a Laurance fighting back, it’s all very dramatic. Maybe Aphmau is able to unlock all of her greatest power as The Goddess Irene, so she’s able to shove Shad’s soul and relic out of Laurance’s body and banishes him to be locked somewhere far away in another universe. Laurance is still saved, the Shadow Lord’s magical influence on Shadow Knights is removed, everyone still gets their happy ending, but without the ability to let Shad pass on, she’s only able to delay the problem for a later reincarnation of Irene to solve.

Shad is sent like a comet to become chained to another planet and world entirely—the world of Daemos. Where his soul resides deep within the planet, festering, growing angrier and nastier and full of compounding rancor, turning into something truly, horrifically monstrous. The kingdom of Daemos is built upon it as an unknown magical source, something that’s kept secret from the rest of the kingdom. Mystreet Aphmau, the next Irene, gets reincarnated into Ava. She’s sent to Daemos by way of the universe’s pull to her destiny, where she will face a challenge beyond her wildest nightmares, waiting for Irene’s inevitable return to him.

But anyway, back in the MCD universe, Aphmau and Shad have their grand final battle, The Shadow Lord is banished, and the world is saved. It’s only a temporary solution, but it’s the best option they have, without a way to free the relic and let him pass on. But it’s enough to free Laurance.

Laurance falls unconscious immediately. He’s badly beaten up from all the combat that’s been going on, but he’s also mentally exhausted from fighting an evil God in his mind for years straight. Aphmau and the others carry him home, making him a hospital bed in Aphmau’s basement to sleep on. He stays in a coma-like state for quite a few days while his body recovers.

During that time, Cadenza and Zoe look after him, taking great care of him medically, while also keeping watch for any signs of The Shadow Lord still lingering inside of him. Garroth and Aphmau visit frequently. Other villagers would visit him often as well. Dante often sits by his bedside, talking to him as if he were awake, recounting the stories of everything he missed while he was out. Aaron visits once. He stays silent the whole time, he tries to stay out of the way of Zoe and Cadenza, but he stays close-by, just keeping him company for a while. Vylad visits. Katelyn. Kawaii~Chan. Brian (he’s not evil) & Dale. Brendan. Kiki lends him one of her therapy dogs. Levin and Malachi. Aphmau brings Alina and Lilith to come see him. She tells them stories about how she was very close to Laurance and went on quite a few adventures with him before he was stolen by a very bad man. Leona listens in the background.

One night, while everyone is asleep, Sasha would sneak up to the window and peer into the basement, where she can see Laurance resting. She’d linger for a little while, with her hand pressed against the glass, before quietly turning away and leaving him.

When Laurance wakes up, Zoe and Cadenza would be in another room or elsewhere in the house. Garroth would have been seated at Laurance’s bedside for the past 8 hours, refusing to leave him. He’d nearly be dozing off by the time it happens. Laurance would shift about some, still aching in places, with a light groan. He’d open his eyes, his eyes would adjust to what’s in front of him, and he’d glance around from where he was laying, to see Garroth dozing in a chair next to him. In a weak mumble, he’d say: “…Garroth..?” And Garroth would nearly jump out of his seat. He’d see that Laurance was awake. Garroth would be immediately overjoyed, ecstatic and emotional and definitely crying, “Laurance! Oh, Laurance—“ Hugging him the best he could, “You’re awake! You’re—“ Laurance tries to sit up, grinning weakly, but he groans and flinches from the pain of it, Garroth pulls away but keeps his hands on him, immediate fretting, “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Don’t push yourself, lay back down, be careful, don’t hurt yourself, you—“ Pulls his hands away, finally it occurs to him, “Wait, it’s- it’s just you, right? Are you-…alone in your head?” Laurance nods, still in a lot of pain. Garroth is ecstatic again. “Oh, how wonderful! What a glorious day this is—!” Totally hugs him again, accidentally too tight, Laurance winces again, Garroth apologizes and backs off. Laurance laughs about it. He’d say, “I missed you too, big guy.” with a warm smile. Garroth almost cries.

He’d then remember to call Aphmau over and tell everyone the wondrous news. Aphmau, Zoe and Cadenza come running. When she sees him sitting up in his bed, tired and weak but smiling at her with all the same warmth and love he had before, Aphmau cries out for him, jumping and tackling him in a hug. Cadenza yells to be careful, Aphmau is sobbing and laughing and kissing him all over. Laurance would choke out, “My Lady—“ then he’d try to make a joke, one of the terrible puns he had been saving for the reunion day he dreamed of. Aphmau cries louder. Worried and shocked, Laurance asks if the joke was really that bad, and she wails that it was the best one she’s ever heard in her life, before hugging him again. He laughs, then cries, then buries his face in her shoulder. Everyone comes in for a happy crying emotional group hug.

The second the group hug ends and Aphmau & Garroth are able to detach themselves from their Laurance for a second (by his request), he’d have his reunion with Cadenza as well. She’d be smiling and tearing up, she’d make a joking, snide comment about how he’s gotta stop getting into trouble all the time, because one day she’s not gonna be around to save his ass every time. Laurance would joke back, like they always did, and the siblings would hug, crying and smiling. They’d hold each other very tightly, Cadenza’s walls would drop and she’d say that she loves him, please never go away like that again, and now Laurance is crying for real, and he can barely say “I’ll try,” he says he missed her so much, and they’re very emotional yet very relieved and glad to see each other again.

I usually have Lord Hailey die of natural causes during the 15-year time skip, but I think if I did that in this AU, it’d be a little too sad for me to handle? Especially the idea of Cadenza having to tell Laurance why his dad won’t be able to come see him, and that happening literally right after he JUST got back from the most traumatic experience ever, that- I don’t want to be that mean o.o;

So Lord Hailey never dies!! He’s fine!! He’s doing great!! Happy ending!! They write a letter back to Meteli and he sails over and happily reunites with his adopted son and they’re all a happy family again!! Yay!!

Aphmau introduces Laurance officially to her children and her new daughters. She also introduces him to the newest member of the polycule Aaron. They shake hands, Laurance apologizes for all those times he tried to kill him as Shad, Aaron shrugs and says it’s fine.

The news quickly spreads to the rest of the town, and everyone comes to see him again and have a happy reunion with the resident favorite sailor boy. It’s also a confirmation to everyone in town that The Shadow Lord truly is gone for good and the war has ended. Laurance waking up and getting his life back heralds a new era of peace for everybody.

And life would simply continue to go on. He’d go through a period of physical therapy. He’d have a lot of physical and psychological healing to do. He’d feel responsible for a lot of the hurt he caused while he was under Shad’s control, so he’d do a lot to try to apologize and make up for what he did. He’d help the citizens of Phoenix Drop with errands, he’d try to help rebuild the town (much to the concern of Garroth, Dante, and the other guards that were supposed to be doing the construction work for him), he’d spend a lot more time with his family (which I should specify includes Aphmau, Garroth, all her kids, and Aaron too) trying to catch up for everything he missed, he’d meet Travis (this time on new footing, now that he’s not trying to kill the Enki lookalike and yelling at him about a vague betrayal of friendship). At some point he’d likely ask Malachi to look into his brain to see if he can find any remnants of Shad in there. Malachi wouldn’t find anything because I refuse to continue this story another season, and it’d be a huge relief to Laurance. He’d still have nightmares though. He’d also still have an undead Shadow Knight body, even though any sort of magical control & corruptive effect is gone.

And that would be the ending of the Judas AU plotline! Things would eventually turn into a new normal, Laurance gets his life back, the fighting ends, and the cast gets to enjoy a very long peacetime.

#MCD au #Judas au #aphmau #Minecraft diaries #laurance zvahl #aphmau fanfiction #iridisasks #IridisWrites

[stevens-fanclub]

Hhi.. sorry if this out of the blue and maybe slightly annoying for you.. but however i have.. the WHOLE eesay on steven.. re written.. and long. Very very long. I am sorry 💔 (i am very passionate about Steven)

No matter WHAT route you do in DSAF1 Steven ends up getting scraped/killed. Yet; in DSAF 2, you have the chance to give PETER his happy end; if you do the good ending, Peter ends up dying of old age. No matter WHAT Steven was doomed from the start. Thats why hes so stubborn on being saved; he know hes irredeemable. After all once he knew Peter and Jack we’re related he felt WORSE and even MORE guilty. The reason he acted so.. stiff was because he knew he couldn’t save the child or even win against Henry; so he hides behind such a tough act because then people would see him as STRONGER, sure in a bad, shitty, boss way. But he think its better then being seen as weak and worthless. He doesn’t want to be seen as what he use to be; the fact he couldn’t save a child, the fact he hurt/doomed Peter. He knows hes done bad, because the LAST time he tried to confront the bad; he died as a result.

Yet, the only 'happy' ending you can achieve for Steven is the good ending of dsaf 3. Which, it isn't really happy more so bittersweet, example being; while their all in the void and Steven is being freed so to speak, nobody really seemed to care, even Jack just made some small off handed comment which, if it weren't for Dee earlier in the game he most likely wouldn't have said shit. Yet of course when Peter, Dee and Dave go its more emotional. yes yes, Jack is Dee and Peter's brother and Dave's friend it still seems lackluster so to speak. For another reason; When it's Peter's turn; he says something along the lines of "You saved people who did not necessarily deserve salvation." tbf, it could be about Dave. Either way knowing Steven sent Peter the factory I believe he would be referring to Steven.

ON THAT TOPIC, Peter doesn't like Steven, that's obvious, Minus the factory incident; he was strict, which in all fairness is caused by the fact that he's a generation one phone guy. They wanted them to be MORE like ScottCawthon. so OF COURSE he would be more strict. they wanted Gen. one to be closer to the idea of Scott Cawthon.

On the TOPIC of Gen one. While Yes, I am aware Harry is ALSO a Gen one, but considering the fact he had people there with him (ie. Joe, Tango, Rebecca ect.) he was able to very slowly realize that he ISNT Scott, while he still has some trouble as see in the start of dsaf 3; once he's with Jake and Roger he seems more comfortable in himself realizing that he ISN'T just Scott and in fact Harry. Yet, Steven didn't have anyone like that as we know of. While yes, DD said that he had a boyfriend but, that was it. He had no one at work to help him realize that he's more then just some Scott, so he just accepted it. (Iirc, all the phone guys we see basically realize they are actually human, and eventually use their real name.) Even in the fight we have with him in DSAF 3 he gets so defensive and tried to push Dave, Dee and Jack away. When you corner him he says something like 'That's Scott Cawthon to YOU, Employee." he's so into the delusion that he still thinks he's Scott, even when Jack realizes his name is actually Steven, he backs down. He's *scared*.

He's *scared* to show the real him. He doesn't want people to know 'Steven.' After all, why would he? Scott Cawthon was a Idol, someone everyone wanted to be.

Yet, Steven was just some guy. Some guy that tried to save people and died like a coward doing so. It's a defence mechanism. He knows (or well feels like) that if he shows is true self; it'll happen again, He'll try to be a hero and die in a pathetic way as a result.

Also adding onto the fact WHY he's strict; It's because (in a sense he could also be like Jake) He wants Fazbender's to thrive, He wants Kids to be happy and make good memories. He's also just in general passionate about his job, trying his best to keep it afloat, hence why he always says 'sweep it under the rug.' He doesn't wamt anything bad to happen, Even in the bad end of dsaf 1. He gets upset and scared, (they all do ofc) But he takes the blame; no matter what; even if it harms HIMSELF he doesn't want the business to go down. He's more worried about Fazbender's itself then well, his own self.

Also adding on to the flipside notes; Jack didn't even want to SAVE Steven once he realized who Dee and Dave found. He complains and complains; it wasn't till Dee and Dave said something that made Jack finally man up and try to save him. While Jack DOES still hate him, Dave on the other hand doesn't as much, as he says "out of all te bosses I had, I liked him. He didn't treat me as if I was subhuman." which, says a lot. He prefers STEVEN over Peter. (Which from what I've seen myself, People prefer Peter as the boss, I guess he's nicer.) Dave may have hated in in dsaf 1, but he still liked him; Steven was strict with everyone; but STILL had SOME compassion, He treated Dave with SOME respect. HE was (maybe) one of the only Bosses Dave trusted and in turn he wasn't as much of a little gremlin as he is in the others. Ie DSAF 2. He seems to try and piss of Peter more than he did Steven, (sure yes, it could be because DD made the first game as a joke, but still) Dave RESPECTED Steven. at least somewhat, which speaks volumes. The only OTHER person he respected (at least, as a higher up) was HENRY. Yet, unlike Henry; Steven didn’t brainwash nor manipulate Dave into doing what he wants. Steven treated him as HUMAN

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thinking about him makes me sad. The guy had nobody to help him realise he wasnt Scott so he just acted like he was. It's just what phone guys are programmed and forced to do. others like harry, peter,jake etc etc at least had ppl or memories to remind them that they aren't scott even if they have a hard time understanding it. ultimately they find someone who helps them (harry,jake & roge had eachother) (peter had jack) steven didnt have anyone. he is doomed to die in dsaf 1, you can't create a strong bond with him like u can for peter in dsaf 2 and the phone guys in dsaf 3

also the thought that jack didn't want to save him just........FUCKS ME UP. i think he's a hypocrite for that ngl. yes he has the right to be mad cause he mistreated him and doomed his brother. but dude was hellbend over convincing dee that dave, the child murderer, was redeemable just a month ago. but steven? nah he doest deserve to be saved. even dee wasnt sure about it (and no im not saying this to say that jack is a bad character, i love him and in fact moments like this where he's being a flawed person make me like him more)

also dave being the one to convice jack to save him?? and basically saying that steven kinda treated him like actually human??/vpos ((i love you dave)) like helloooo?? makes me wish we had gotten more of their dynamic

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