#Brother’s keeper - Prologue
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Brother’s keeper (Arc 3) - Prologue
Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.
Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader
Warnings: mentions of marriage, feisty/bratty reader, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, enemies to ?
This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.
You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
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“Father, I’ve got no time for this nonsense.” Tony waves his father’s concern off. “I can find a bride after we solve the problem with the satellite communications system. I’m so close. I cannot get distracted by a woman now.”
“Oh, that must be a first,” Howard retorts. He smirks as his son finally looks up from his working desk. “You love having beautiful women around you all the time, son. If you want to become the king and lead this revolution, you must choose a bride.”
“They are all so…dull,” sighing deeply Tony puts the broken device he tried to repair aside. “Pepper was nice, but she preferred marrying a man not having his head in the clouds.”
Howard furrows his brows.
“Her words, not mine, father. I thought we had something in common but all she was talking about was babies, dresses, and the latest gossip. She was, like every other woman, dull after I got to know her better.”
“You get bored easily, son. I invited a few princesses and duchesses for the next month. If you don’t choose a bride until then, one of them will become the next queen.”
“FATHER!” Tony flings a screwdriver across the room. “You cannot force me into marriage!”
“I can and will,” Howard raises his voice. “Now, focus on the device. We will need it to defeat our enemies and change this world for the better…”
“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath. Your brother forced you to join him at one of King Stark’s dinner parties.
It’s not that you do not enjoy your brother’s company, but you hate the prince with passion. He gets under your skin every time you are around him. Tony Stark is the worst man alive, you’re sure about it.
“Prince Tony,” your brother has to call for your nemesis. Of course, he couldn’t resist riling you up. “How have you been?”
“Splendid,” Tony shakes your brother’s hand while ignoring your existence. He’s always like this around you. It’s like he hates you for no reason.
“Wonderful. Maybe you can show my sister around. She’s a little shy when there are too many people around.”
“Y/B/N!” You tut. “I think Prince Tony has better things to do. Like finding a new victim to bore to death.” You smirk darkly. “Please don’t let me keep you from finding another woman to spend your night with.”
“Y/N,” your brother sighs deeply when you storm off. “Please excuse my sister. She’s a little…”
“I don’t mind,” Tony’s eyes darken watching you walk away to talk to other guests. “One day someone will tame your angry sister. I bet she’s got claws too…”
“Found you, little Colibri,” You roll your eyes when the one and only Tony Stark steps behind you. He places his hand on the small of your back, fingertips digging into your skin. “Where have you been all night?”
“I tried to avoid you, Stark,” you quip. “Why are you not charming your way into one of the ladies’ beds?”
“Nah, I rather annoy you a little,” he laughs when you shake his hand off. “Why are you so cold to me, Colibri? I’m only ever nice to you.” Tony whispers in your ear. “I could be even better to you.”
“Not if you were the last guy on earth, darling,” you sneer. Tony Stark won’t get anywhere near you if you can avoid it. “Leave me alone, Stark.”
“My father wants me to find a bride.” He stands behind you to place his hands on your hips, squeezing you lightly. “I think I found her.” Tony purrs in your ear. “You’re going to challenge me and fight me all the time. That’s exactly what I want. Someone who doesn’t bore me to death.”
“You won’t get me. Hands off,” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but Tony slings his arms around your waistline.
“I think you don’t understand how stubborn I can be,” he growls in your ear. “I want you to become my wife, and I’ll do anything to get you to say yes.”
“Over my dead body.”
“How about over your brother's dead body, huh? Did you honestly believe no one would find out he’s a second son, not the firstborn?”
Your head starts spinning and you struggle to breathe right. How can he know? No one knows about your secret. You choke out the word and fight the tears. “Bullshit.”
“No one will ever find out, though. I’ll keep it a secret, Colibri. Just say yes to me, and I’ll be the best husband you can imagine. Your brother will become king, and you a queen.”
“How do I know that you’ll keep your word?” you question. All you have in mind is to keep your brother safe. Just like you did for all his life.
“You have to trust me in this, Y/N. Say yes.” Tony presses a kiss to your neck. “Please say yes.”
A heartbeat passes, and another. “I won’t be an obedient wife or play your breeder. If you force my hand, you’ll get what you see.”
“I can live with that.”
Tony closes his eyes. He hates himself for lying to you, and pretending he would ever hurt your brother.
If he wants to keep you safe and make sure your brother won’t marry you off to someone else to become king faster, he must play the villain…
>> Part 1
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Your twin theory stuff has been going on for quite some time, have you considered making a run down on it because it’s a bit hard to find all your points and information on it because of how long you’ve spent on it and I’m very curious but struggling to put it all together
(Alright, take two since I got stuck for a loooong while)
This is a basic explanation of the Ouma-Monokuma twin theory! I will do my best to condense the concepts down in a way that flows simply and is easily understandable, but it will be hard to cover everything while keeping to the most relevant information. So if this doesn't do the job, I might finish the much longer meta on ao3 at a later date, in which I will cover… everything I possibly can, no holds barred and without the blog links. Which will take considerably longer and need very careful execution. (Yeah, this is the short version…)
General disclaimer: this is a view informed by at least six years of trial and error, ruminating in canon for patterns and their meaning. Through all this, I recognise that it is still a theory, and it doesn't make others’ ideas less meaningful. All the same, I need you to understand that this theory and its analysis is fundamental to my view of Danganronpa as a whole, not just my feelings about Ouma. And in my opinion, the presence of bad writing in DRV3 does not negate that view, either. So if you believe that it does, I hope we can agree to differ on our reader responses instead, after all is said and done. Thank you.
Alright, with that out of the way, dropping this under a cut as it's lengthy. Though rather than a lot of detail on what this means for Ouma's character right now, I'm going to dig through the surface with the basis of reframing, roles, academy history, psychology, narrative style for the mastermind, and the broader consequences, with feelings from my perspective to wrap up. I hope that will help give a perspective of the theory world, so that any evidence I give should fit easier in the future.
⚠️ Reader discretion is advised- this content details abuse further on and will be marked like this! ⚠️
[‘Then this story's not over.’]
The way I see this situation is basically like a 3D sculpture with two different pictures- ‘the fiction’ and ‘the conspiracy’. That is to say- in the ‘fiction’, there are things that are effectively motifs or throwaway remarks (such as, Ouma's comment about having a brother in his FTE), but in the ‘conspiracy’, they become clues to a hidden interconnected situation. A puzzle in the meta, essentially.
To begin, I’ll outline components of this framing, as these are necessary to understand how this turnabout works.
Catbox world: the question hanging in the air, 'is HPA fiction, or is it real'? What would the consequences of the latter be for the game and outside world of DRV3? In order to begin answering this, I think this way:
Domino effect: 'when you learn a new fact, you learn something else along with it'. Ex: if HPA is real, a very large and clandestine organisation may also be real, since one was connected to HPA's library. With that possibility opened, there are… a lot more potential threads coming from it.
Unreliable narrator: is there something Shuichi is missing? In Ouma's lab, along with the complete history file there are monitors and a hatch, and in his dorm room there’s a whiteboard with pictures and notes scrawled on, the latter two Shuichi doesn't even notice. There are things he cannot verify too - such as Rantaro's odd memory of the forgotten Prologue - which is left up to us, the players.
Contextual reframe: with the new information, we can infer for example that record keepers of the past are made obsolete, and since the HPA history was in Ouma's lab, this could make him a viable record keeper. If TDR's agenda is with historical record, its identity may be the secret society involved in conspiracies. This can greatly affect some of Ouma's comments in hindsight- one relevant to this is his FTE remark about ‘tricking the entire world’.
With doubt already on the most basic aspect of the 'fiction' narrative (that is, ‘HPA is fiction’) we can apply this principle to the Flashback Lights and by extension, the idea that the cast must also be fiction, too.
Ex: Shuichi and Kiibo were made to see the Flashback Light panel in a way that was rigged up to be seen- it should not have been visible to multiple persons, so it's likely to have been tampered. We know Shuichi to be helpless with computers, so he would not be able to verify if anything else is amiss (ex. Kubs Pad and other options being withheld). What's more, with ‘fiction things’ - such as the Shukuchi method for Ryoma - being relevant in both the ‘weird backstory’ and in the main narrative, there's a possibility that some of the Lights are real memories or at least closely based on their real experiences.
[‘A liar like me knows their own kind.’]
When you reframe the context in an excessive manner like this, it can also affect known roles, even events and relationships. I reason it beginning like this:
Tsumugi becomes a patsy for Monokuma. Just like the fake Makoto in DR2 led the narrative to trap Hajime, Tsumugi misled others similarly, with incomplete knowledge of her own cospox. That is, her cospox being real in the sense of the effects on her person, doesn't necessarily mean that HPA is fiction, because it's about her perception
Kiibo becomes a patsy for Monokuma, someone whose true (military) nature was obfuscated to himself on a metaphysical level, via code-hijacking. This means that high-powered functions he has are strange to him, and he’s easily manipulated into believing lies about his function (such as ‘strength of a senior citizen’, and the ‘audience surveys’ that he cannot verify)
Ouma becomes Monokuma’s double, like Mukuro taking the identity of Junko, as the monitors and hatch are a direct parallel to Junko. This means that Ouma has a deeper relationship and notably intrinsic connection to Monokuma as well as less freedom from him, likely has extensive knowledge of everyone, and has his own memories. And from that, an incentive to guide people he considers his friends, to minimise himself and his own struggles while working against Monokuma subtly, even to manufacture his disappearance in ch5 to take the fight to Monokuma alone
Shuichi becomes the ‘shadow mastermind’, like Izuru- the ‘traitor protagonist’ who sealed and sabotaged the group’s will to live, while losing his memory of that. This is reflected by Chapter 1's case, wherein he had created the perfect setup for Kaede to enact her own plan to kill, and had conflict over his actions that he had tried to shut away. It also provides context for Ouma being especially wary of Shuichi, noting on the whiteboard to ‘be cautious’ of him, especially if he has a relationship with Monokuma as well.
These are the big four as far as the mastermind agenda is concerned, but another interesting role-reframe is the Monokubs. Remember that Shirokuma and Kurokuma were fragments of the mastermind, and Shirokuma’s role in UDG is to deceive the player? What if the Monokubs had such a situation, split up into comedic personality fragments? Were the melodramas telling some sort of story as well- the story of Monokuma?
If so, there may be some clues from them. But first…
[‘Designed like a school’]
As to the academy’s lost mystery, it’s possible it was originally an experiment. Rantaro’s hunch was that there was ‘someone behind Monokuma’, and in Salmon mode he points out that Monokuma could have ‘taken over the facility’. A bunch of files in Shuichi’s lab suggest that the culprits of the scenarios were noted for their ‘tricks’, likely pertaining to their Ultimate talent.
A concerning matter is that the details of the Gopher Project’s plans were crossed out, with us unable to see why youngsters of Ultimate status were required. Doubly concerning is that Ouma himself appears to have amazing, even supernatural ability, demonstrated in ch5 with his scripting- a talent such as that is in line with Junko’s abilities.
Speaking of that, it must be said that Junko's true ability was left a mystery by the game's end. It was also a subject of much curiosity by HPA, so if Ouma is a supernaturally talented person, that could speak volumes as to his own position. His status as an 'invisible Ultimate’ alone raises questions as to why it has to be hidden, or rather, why he has to obscure it. It could be that he is oppressed by the talent system itself, and if that's the case, perhaps he is its guinea pig along with V3's Monokuma. But it's not just about Ouma's ability- if Monokuma too had a similarly strong supernatural talent and/or circumstance, that could explain not only his posing as a ‘god’, but Angie’s mysteriously intimate knowledge of others' personal ideals through such a ‘god’. That is, if she was possessed by someone with knowledge of the cast's ideals, and who was exploiting them in the Love Hotel.
Moreover, if Ouma and Monokuma were supernaturally gifted, there's a good possibility that if the vault clues were a layered clue symbolic of them- the ‘light’ and ‘dark’ Monokumas depicted on the ‘twins’ clue for the vault - then they were not only siblings, but twins- identical twins. This allows for another ‘report card misidentification’ a la Junko-Mukuro, while the Flashback Light panel refers to the ‘Gamemaster’ rather than ‘ringleader’ (meaning an identical double could interact with it), and from a lore perspective, twins were known in Danganronpa Kirigiri to be the subject of (highly unethical) research, and identical twins would be the most sought after for genetics reasons.
Such research could eventually wind up creating Ouma and his brother - seemingly the highest of any known talents - through a form of eugenics, not unlike Byakuya’s backstory. From there, there's no telling what could have happened…
[‘Eh…?’]
Now I can get to the psychology behind the bear. If a person behind Monokuma had such a past with this academy, traits can be speculated:
⚠️ Content: incest, child abuse, sexual abuse, psych torture/institutionalisation. ⚠️
Vengeful: in ch2, Monokuma suggests he may hate the cast for something, and tells them to ‘work for the answer’. Interestingly, Monotaro (leader persona) makes note of ‘red lies’ in the Salmon mode, and red lies are for revenge.
Extremely traumatised and mentally ill: if it is Ouma’s brother, and he’s wearing a straitjacket, this could imply institutional abuse. Monokuma’s behaviours in ch3 (a mental shutdown) and ch4 (depression) could denote severe mental damage, and having the academy cleared of bugs gives credence to him having an affliction with bugs like Ouma ( foaming at the mouth and passing out).
Depraved: in ch4, Ouma noted he would ‘strangle the one he loves’ to ‘keep his eyes on him’, and appears to play a similar threatening, possessive role in the Love Hotel. Implied in the Monokubs’ melodrama, Monokuma may have coerced his own sibling into having relations- though he may have forgotten his sibling entirely due to trauma.
People pleaser: Ouma says that he ‘lies to entertain people’ in his Salmon mode ending, which could reflect his persona (Monokuma)’s desires. It may be that his desire to ‘not be boring’ feeds into this persona, too, as it's something so serious to him that it was shown as basically a dying wish.
In this sense, the mastermind can be similar to Monaca- as she took control over the city (while Monokuma stated to have taken over the country), became mentally ill as a result of the abuse inflicted on her, lied (about an injury) in order to make her abusers nicer to her, and became depraved in a way childish and sadistic (in how she toys with Kotoko and Nagisa, for instance). There's also the narrative effect of obscuring her trauma with unreliable narrator, and even Monaca’s own warped sense of humour that obscures it in tandem.
[Twin with supernatural talent (Junko Enoshima), a result of experimentation (Izuru Kamukura), childishness complex (Monaca Towa) and all combined (Kokichi Ouma)]
For narrative styles, DRV3's Monokuma is a culmination of approaches to make the game’s mystery truly warped to its core. Taking the masterminds’ actions from the past games:
Junko selectively picked photographs to sow discord about the group’s reality
AI Junko (a plant by Izuru) tried to lead Hajime into making a choice without proper context
Monaca led Komaru through a growth journey to use her for impact at the end
These can be attributed to:
the Flashback Lights- some real, others ‘rotten apples’, but overall context is dubious
the ‘It is fiction’ declaration- may be a leading question, again with dubious context
Shuichi’s ‘confidence growth’- that makes him more credible to those watching outside
(As for ‘context being dubious’, it should be noted that the Twilight mystery has a similar vibe in terms of how it is chopped up and misrepresented on the first viewing. This is particularly interesting when you factor in the mixed Kubs Pads giving other characters information.)
Speaking of ‘using’, Monokuma talks about how someone could be used by expressions of gratitude. In parallel to this, Shuichi is talking about how he was happy to be ‘useful to others as a detective’, and regards their gratitude personally. But it’s concerning that Shuichi and his history is a topic for ‘Monokuma Theatre’, when you factor in what Monaca did in UDG.
The basic concept is: with Monokuma’s agenda towards the end being to throw out foreshadowing and mystery - to deny its purpose - he wants you to make the decision of ignoring the heart, discarding the mystery and the path to the answer. In this sort of vague and unnerving way, a ‘hidden mastermind’ is like a progression of Monaca’s style. Symbolically, Shuichi’s journey seems to be one where he is on the fringe of going astray the entire time, and in this reading, he ultimately does with the loss of the game's mystery.
What follows is the player's re-examination of the canon context and in this case, a ‘salvage effort’ of what was lost. And ultimately, in the quagmire of broken context, Ouma's mixed relationship with Shuichi is fuel for thought, because his cryptic behaviour - like the game he plays in his FTE - keeps you guessing on what he's been trying to say.
[Members… of what?]
So, factoring in earlier recontextualisation - of the large organisation likely spanning the world - is the idea brought up during Ouma's FTE, that I question like this: could Shuichi have joined a nefarious organisation after all, and following in Salmon mode: is there any indicator Ouma has concerns about Shuichi’s intentions in general (that is, regardless of whether or not his past self would have been capable of less-than-moral decisions)?
What about others in the cast- a Prime Minister who had run away from her post, a military robot, a super inventor, an assassin? An artist with odd brainwashing powers, a musician with the ability to connect to others’ hearts through music? Because given that the DR2 group had affected the world with their talents after being manipulated, it's possible that the V3 group’s talents had a similar part to play, too. For instance, Kaito’s FTE detailed the possibility of communicating with aliens, and trading technology with them- and as it happens, there is notably a very weird technology in the academy, capable of ridiculous feats. This kind of unknown in the narrative speaks of a whole world that we barely know, even now.
If this kind of world is what Ouma is burdened by, something beyond the protagonist's understanding, that too is a story waiting to be told. And his strange interactions with Shuichi could be at the heart of this story…
[‘Just hit the reset button on your feelings’]
As for the relationship with Shuichi, that is particularly difficult to give in evidence- partly given the culprit in his backstory, and how if Monokuma was that culprit - someone with a strong agenda against Shuichi - that might link to both twins. But due to the death of one of the siblings in that backstory, it warrants a supernatural idea such as resurrection, that has yet to be proven viable in-universe. If we remember Angie having a weird supernatural air about her though, and that she was implied to be in a cult, you could still infer that cults were involved in the supernatural. It’s entirely possible that a high-profile cult had come to the point of using resurrections, although that’s very much deeplore, as is the supernatural in general.
So while I can’t say too much about technical lore, like with the organisation, I can talk about the vibes I have with the theory, to focus on a sense of grounding in character instead:
“Ouma and Monokuma are both sidelined by the narrative. A not-insignificant part of that was caused by Shuichi in his past, even if he was led into the cause unwittingly, and the actions of Shuichi’s present self in missing memories. As a result, Ouma is in a nerfed position during the game despite his supernatural talent. Unable to say anything without surveillance, he is under a great deal of stress and pent up, ambivalent feelings - not least towards Shuichi and Monokuma - that he tries mostly to deflect. After all, it would not do to give too much away, and ruin his own plans.”
I have a detailed ‘song lyric analysis’ of sorts to tie to this, as a way of exploring feelings. Part of the reason I’d go this far, is Ouma as the designated ‘narrative scapegoat’ has always just fit well for me, given that the cast is shown to struggle with their treatment of him. Even leaving analysis aside, I feel it would be very satisfying (cathartic, even!) to explore an angle where he was suppressed, and that his position was legitimately the consequence of others actions right from the start, making the whole ‘pretending to be a villain’ situation even more painfully ironic.
Plus it would be a welcome change from the notion of ‘misguided morally-grey antagonist who needs to change’, in my opinion, as Ouma’s unchanging self is something I hold particularly strongly. So instead of the arc of drastic change, the thing to explore would be how he functions and struggles with others (in mundane as well as grand ways), and also gets them to change, to understand him. It would also be interesting to expand on the theme of talent abuse, to have a Monokuma who was a product of the corrupt talent system- rather like Izuru was, but this time fully present in the narrative, and in tandem with someone else connected to him.
Overall, I feel that a situation where the protagonist thinks he’s won, while a mysterious someone has been struggling in the sidelines to affect change, is a real goldmine for a mystery situation. Especially from replaying the game, and picking up odd signs that something may not have been what it seemed. There may not be much to go from there (as things stand right now, at least) but the palpable frustration means that through this perspective, I can - at times very viscerally - imagine Ouma’s frustration and powerlessness. That alone colours the game and the interactions in a whole new light for me.
I hope this helped clarify at least some of what the heck is going on- and why I would even see Ouma this way at all, if it’s so convoluted. I have struggled to put it into words all this time, but with the pieces flying in my face from every direction, it’s hard to not try putting them together. I usually don’t game on Hard Mode like this, but something about Ouma compels me- whatever Kodaka’s intentions, I believe him when he says Danganronpa V3 is without end.
Thank you for reading!
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Weekly Jungkook Fanfic Recs:
Some fine JK fics for your reading pleasure. Please show your appreciation to all the wonderful authors :)
Falling Skies:
Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.
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Nightcrawlers:
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Icarus:
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Bad Decisions:
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Okay! Here is the sneak peek y’all voted for, for my fic coming out soon. I decided that said sneak peek will be my entire Prologue chapter. The formatting is a lil odd rn, and please tell me if you have any notes thus far. Love y’all and without further ado, here is my prologue
JACAERYS i
The first thing Jacaerys Velaryon felt was cold. A kind of cold that chills you to your bones, a cold that takes days to fully escape your body again.
The other thing he felt was pain.
Not a physical pain, but a pain firmly planted behind his temples radiating across his skull. It was not a simple pain but rather one of emptiness. It whispered of something that wasn’t there anymore; A gaping wound behind his eyes that leaked sadness and despair and most of all loneliness into his barely conscious brain.
Beyond his own head, jace could hardly feel anything but numb, his body cold and wet, his hands half fisted against splintered wood and sand. He was rocking, slowly and steadily, like he used to watch Harwin and his father do for Luke and Joffrey. Back and forth, over and over as he had seen so many times, lulled to sleep by the movement of his fathers arms as they rocked his brothers to sleep.
Sleep- he couldnt sleep now, he needed to get up. He didnt know why but it was as though the pain in the back of his head was screaming for him to get up.
He tried to lift his own eyelids but it was as though they both weighed tons. He was alone in the dark, with something ebbing in and out against his cheek over and over. When jace had been small enough to still be permitted to curl into his mothers arms, he used to press his ear to her sternum and listen to the rhythmic sound that vibrated through her whole body and into his. Maybe this was death- emptiness with the constant comfort of his mother’s beating heart to lull him to his eternal sleep. Jacaerys thought he wouldn’t mind if that’s all death was, an old familiar lullaby before a final rest.
But the thought of his mother made the loneliness in his mind twinge like a newly scabbed wound, pulling uncomfortably as his body shifted against it.
Then suddenly, all he could see was the shoreline before him. His eyes were crusted and stung in the spray of the ocean, but he could unmistakably see the beach who used to run on with his father and brother and-
His brother
His baby brother
Lucerys
Everything came crashing back to him at once- His grandsires death and visenya and Aemond murdering his brother and Jace trying to take Aegon and Viserys away to safety.
The emptiness in his brain stung again, ringing slowly drowning out the crashing waves as he tried to touch the frayed edges of the broken bridge in his mind.
He had never been completely alone before- Vermax had always been there, on the edge of his consciousness, with his flairs of joy at feeding times and burst of annoyance at either the chains or the dragon keepers or the other hatchlings.
But he was gone.
And Luke was gone.
And so was his Grandsire- and everyone else.
His fathers and his aunt and gods, Egg and little Viserys. They were all gone, and he was here, lying in the sands on the beaches he used to roam before it all went up in flames.
He was alone, in every possible way, for the first time in his life.
Maybe it made him weak, but in that moment, Jace could feel his lips tremble as they once did when he was a child. The salt on his tongue tasted sharper and more metallic, as he finally cried out in anguish.
He had lost everything- and now he lost his dragon. The only thing making him a true targaryen in anyones eyes. The only thing that made him more then the snide whispers at court and the pointed remarks from Alicent and her brood.
His knees buckled as they hit the slopping sand leading to the beaches, but as he went to catch himself on his hands, the numbness that once occupied his body was gone all at once. A new pain joined the one already consuming his mind, but this pain was different it was sharp and tangible and oh-
His stared down at the piece of wood pinned to his chest as he awkwardly pushed himself up, his arms splayed wide as he rose onto his knees in the ebbing tides.
The sharp pain rushed through him again- pulsing like a live flame, burning through his body. It was all he could do to keep from buckling back over again.
Tentatively he pulled at the wood and with a soft, wet noise, it fell away to reveal what was keeping it pinned.
He slowly reached his right hand up to the arrow protruding from just above his collar bone.
Fuck
He may not be a maester or a medic by any means but even he knew an arrow anywhere was bad.
He had to get it out of him- he had to get it out of him and find a ship, or his grandfather, or better yet Baela. He had to go find Egg and Viserys.
Jace knew he wasnt strong like his mother- he could not be split open from the inside out for hours on end only to smile down at the being that pushed its way through him so violently. He wasnt strong like Daemon either, he saw his burns and how they pulled against his skin as he moved, pink and raw even after years of healing. He wasnt even strong like Lucerys, he couldnt face his certain death and march forward. He was just Jacaerys Velayron- just Jace, and in this moment he never felt weaker.
But he knew he had to be brave. He had to be Strong.
Jaces hand quaked as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft of the arrow, barely fitting his fist under the point.
He knew enough to know the only way an arrow came out was to go through. And he knew what he needed to do. Gritting his teeth and steeling his nerves, Jacaerys yanked the arrow forward with all his might.
The arrow came free- flying from his wet hand and landing on the sand in front of him with a sickening thud.
And then all Jacaerys knew was a familiar black.
#house of the dragon#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#baela targaryen#helaena targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#alicent hightower#dance of the dragons#jacaerys velaryon#daemon targaryen#vermax#viserys ii targaryen#aegon iii targaryen#harwin strong#lucerys velaryon#quite a few people mentioned#idk#i hope yall like it#i am v nervy
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SAD, BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.
ronald speirs x medic! ofc
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losing someone is one thing. losing someone that you don’t think you ever had is an entirely different matter entirely. but losing someone you never had, only to see them again two years deep into a war tearing the world apart? it’s the worst luck of the most terrible draw. and it’s the only lot that Ronald Speirs seemed to pull.
OR . . . in which Daisy Clarke sees Ronald Speirs again in Europe, after completely disappearing on him a year into his military training.
a slow-burn Ronald Speirs-centric fanfiction FEATURING : childhood friends-to-strangers-to-lovers, “what if they made nurses into combat medics?”, alongside triggering topics such as violence, death, war, etc. chapters will be organized in two categories : THE PAST ( those which take place before the invasion of Normandy ) and THE PRESENT ( those which take place on D-Day and thereafter ).
Please forgive any historical & military inaccuracies — however there will be references to stories of the 128th Evacuation Hospital told from the U.S Army Nurse memoirs And If I Perish, which i have used to gain better understanding of what it was like to be a nurse serving in Europe and North Africa specifically. I am not writing about the real life Ronald Speirs, I am writing the fictional portrayal featured in Band of Brothers.
BEAUTIFUL MAGIC.
what came before.
everything up until June 6th, 1944
001. all wounds heal. ( may 1937 )
002. what it’s like. ( october 1935 )
003. no children. ( november 1936 )
004. hitting the ground. ( august 1943 )
005. a heart's first flutter ( april - december 1942 )
006. any way the wind blows. ( january 1944 )
007. to be lionhearted ( may - june 1944 )
008. to you, three years from now. ( march 1942 )
BEAUTIFUL, TRAGIC.
the here, and the now.
everything from June 6th, 1944 onward ( save for our prologue )
001. what it means to depart. ( april 1942 )
⠀ ⠀↳⠀bonus ! : the impulsivity of truth. ( april 1942 )
002. d-day plus six.
003. keep pushing' forward.
004. dear john.
005. the weight you carry.
006. bark and bite.
007. hello and goodbye.
008. an upward climb.
009. ronnie and the olive tree.
010. winds of change.
011. when the shoe falls.
012. no hard feelings.
013. what we can mend.
014. raging storm / foreign war.
015. temper the courage.
016. the triumph of life over death.
017. the black tags.
018. finders keepers.
019. hyacinthus.
020. can't go back.
021. daisy and the fountain pen.
022. word on the street.
023. earn your stripes.
024. a raw wound.
025. one hundred and seven miles.
026. the tongue is a graveyard.
027. in your hearts shall burn.
028. the burden of atlas.
029. takes a village.
030. amen, amen, amen.
031. what remains.
032. a twisted knife.
033. what fear had wrought.
034. let it all go.
⠀ ⠀↳ : can’t sweeten a bitter heart ( 12/42 - 01/43 )
035. craving humanity.
036. onward, beside you.
037. what comes down.
038. look at us now.
039. i wouldn't ask you.
040. sink or swim.
041. unravelled.
042. not yet burned.
043. lean on me.
044. to be in it with you.
#ron speirs#ronald speirs#ronald speirs x reader#ronald speirs x ofc#ronald speirs x oc#band of brothers fic#hbo war#ron x daisy#hbo war fic#band of brothers#wwii#implied side ships#aka : im multishipping garbage#. daisy clarke#fic // sad beautiful tragic
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Evermore Elysium | Series Masterlist
Genshin Impact x F! Reader
Summary | Lumine feels tired and hopeless, all she wants is to find her brother and get out of this world but it’s clear that this world isn’t making it easy for her. So what happens when she meets with a traveler that is from another world just like her.
Fic Tags | Honkai Related, Heavy lore, Op! Reader, Heavy angst, fluff, romance, reverse harem, major character death.
Additional Note | OC's will be included for the reader's past and since this is Honkai related, there might be some spoilers though I will put CW.
Status | Ongoing
PROLOGUE - Amidst the flowers
ACT 1 - LIYUE
Chapter I | Farewell, Archaic Lord
Chapter II | A new star approaches
ACT 2 - ?
Chapter III | Bough Keeper
Chapter IV | We will be reunited
ACT 3 - INAZUMA
Chapter V | Autumn Winds
#genshin impact#genshin#honkai impact#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#zhongli#venti#ei#diluc ragnvindr#kaeya alberich#dainsleif#lumine#aether#tsaritsa#childe#albedo#al haitham#genshin impact series#genshin series
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Prologue
Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual
Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
𝕬 𝖒𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉 outside a burning house arguing with a giant. Well, a half-giant at any rate. "I am Harry's Godfather Hagrid, give Harry to me." He said, desperate to take Harry. He knew there was another child in the house as well, a child Hagrid had overlooked, a child that Lily and James didn't want the world to know about.
Hagrid argued against him. "Dumbledore's orders." He said stubbornly. There was no arguing against Dumbledore's orders. At least, not if you were Hagrid.
Sirius hesitated, panic filling his veins, on the brink of arguing and of saving the girl. "Fine, take my bike, I won't be needing it anymore."
Hagrid took the bike and was soon in the air, loud rumbling making the lights in some of the neighboring houses turn on. He didn't have a lot of time. Sirius hurried into the house before turning into a black, shaggy dog. He whined as he stepped over James, his best friend, lying dead at the entrance. His eyes were still open, his glasses slightly askew. But he could not stop over James, he had to get to the girl before anyone else showed up.
He dodged falling beams till he reached the entrance to the basement. He stood on his hind legs, pressing his paw to the door. It swung open and he hurried down the stairs.
He returned to human form, guilt filling his veins. This was all of his fault. Why had he suggested that James use Peter instead? It had seemed so genius at the time! There was no way that Voldemort would've seen such a stupid, cowardly man as the secret keeper. And yet. . .
The air was purer down here, magical barriers to keep out disasters and enemies. All except Sirius Black- the only one who knew of this child's existence outside Lily and James and Harry. Would Harry even remember that he had a sister when he got older? Would his sister remember Harry? She would have to remember Harry right? Siblings always remembered each other, right? He wouldn't know, he wanted to forget his own brother.
She was sitting in her crib, white furniture and pink bedding, looking intently through the bars as though she knew her time had come to leave. All her emergency supplies was in a pink backpack next to the crib. Sirius looked through it quickly. Bottle, clothes, food, diapers, Gringotts key, and a special locket that Lily had bought in Diagon alley. She had put pictures of her and James on both sides of the heart. It was a small thing too, the pictures nearly microscopic. Lily's picture was holding baby Harry. James was holding the girl.
Sirius reached into the crib and picked up the little girl. She rested her head on his shoulder. Sirius closed his eyes, trying to figure out the next move. He was the only one in the world who knew that James and Lily had this child, they hadn't even told Dumbledore. They had told Sirius not to tell a soul. Sirius would break that promise tonight.
Sirius quickly ran through the house, and running out the front door. He turned his head sharply, thinking he might've seen someone. . . he would've recognized that oily long haired Death Eater from anywhere. . . but there was no one there. It must've been shadows and his paranoia. He turned his back on the shadows, thinking quickly.
He settled the girl into his arms, wondering if there was a rule about apparating with children as young as the girl but knew he didn't really have a choice. Hagrid had taken his bike and he had no other means of transportation to where he needed to go.
He turned on his heel, ending up in a random alleyway in downtown London.
He walked carefully out of the alleyway, looking left and right. There was no one around. He slipped into a 24-hour Muggle coffee shop and took a table near the back. There were small booths for Muggle children and he placed Elizabeth Kane Potter in one before he pulled out ink and a quill and parchment to write his frantic letter.
Dear Remus,
I don't have a lot of time, I have something I must do. I'm sure you'll here about soon. I am the Godfather of Elizabeth Kane Potter (and Harry Potter but Dumbledore is sending him to live somewhere else). I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, it was James and Lily's rule. They didn't even want Dumbledore to know. I am sorry they didn't tell you. But now, it is your turn to keep the secret for I may not be around to keep her safe and she needs someone to depend on. For some reason unknown to me, she must be kept a secret Remus. James said to change her name to Elizabeth Kane if anything were to happen to them. I have the documents inside her backpack. Keep her a secret and love her well. I did not know who else to turn to.
Forgive me for what I will do,
Sirius
Sirius placed the letter and documents in an envelope he had enlarged with magic. He put it in Elizabeth Kane's' backpack. He looked at her little eyes. They were James eyes. She had Lily's face, her brown hair with red tints, but she had James brown eyes. Sirius reached out a shaky hand and touched her face softly. He would miss James eyes. James had been like his brother. Her little hand curled around his pointer finger.
"Puppy" she said in a high, clear voice. He hadn't realized she could speak so clearly. . . didn't kids start talking at two years old or something? And she was just over a year old. . .God, he loved her.
He smiled the last smile he would smile in a long time. "C'mon Lizzy. I'm going to take you to a loving home."
He stood, picking her up and making sure he didn't leave a thing behind and left the shop, getting dirty looks from the bartender behind the counter. He supposed he should've bought something, but he couldn't stand Muggle coffee. Disgusting stuff.
Standing back in the abandoned alleyway, he put the locket over her head and slipped it under her pajamas. He hugged her tight and apparated near Remus's home. He walked quickly until he reached the small house. Full moon wasn't for another two weeks, thankfully. Sirius put Elizabeth on the front step of the house, setting the backpack down next to her. He hesitated at the door, wanting to knock and also not wanting Remus to be the last person who had seen him. Hagrid would have to be the last person to see him. He could not put the pressure on Remus. They might go after him if something prevented him from keeping him from murdering Peter Pettigrew.
He bent over and kissed her on the forehead and then got up and backed away, unable to take his eyes off of her. He also hoped that she didn't try to follow him. She was only a year old for Merlin's sake and yet she was acting like a three-year old. He waited a full minute. He had to leave, he had to track down Peter, and he had to kill him. If only he, Sirius, had stayed the secret-keeper. This girl would've grown up with James and Lily and Harry. Now, she had only her Godfather who would probably get caught killing Peter, and her second Godfather, Remus who would love her, but he wasn't James either. Peter had to die. It was all Peter's fault. No, it was all his fault.
He turned away. "Good luck Elizabeth Potter." He whispered and he turned on his heel, disapparating into the night.
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#Braveclementineworks#BraveclementineNovels#ElizabethKane#ElizabethKaneseries#Novel#ElizabethKaneandtheSorcerersstone#Sorceres stone#Severus Snape#Remus Lupin#Sirius Black#Hagrid#Dumbledore#Elizabeth Potter#Harry Potter sister#WizardingWorld
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Brother's keeper (1)
Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.
Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader
Warnings: mentions of marriage, love-hate relationship, feisty/bratty reader, enemies to lovers, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, banter, sexual tension, betrayal (not Tony)
This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.
You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs
Brother’s keeper masterlist
<<Brother’s keeper - Prologue
AN: Square filled for Navy and Roo’s slumber party presents bingo @the-slumberparty: Arranged Marriage
“You can’t be serious, brother!” You throw your hands up. You can’t believe it was your brother letting the truth slip. “How can you tell Tony Stark out of all people that you are my twin, not our elder brother? We swore on Mother’s grave that we would never tell a soul that our elder brother died after we were born. It was perfect.”
“I had enough of being the second son, the man walking in your shadow. First, our brother was the one who was meant to ascend the throne, and after he died, father wanted you to reign,” your brother bites back. “I knew Stark would use the information to get you.”
“I never wanted to reign, brother! You know that!” You shake your head. “Stark forces my hand in marriage because of your foolish mistake. I got no other choice than marrying a man I despise!”
“Can you for once not be selfish! Stark is a strong ally. If you marry him, you’ll be queen one day, and I can ascend the throne, just like I always wanted.”
You gape at your brother. It’s no secret that he changed after your mother’s death. Always staring at the throne like he’s about to claim it any time.
He dares to call you selfish after he made sure you must marry a man you hate. All your life you kept his secret and took care of him. You were the one protecting your younger brother, only for him to stab you in the back.
You cup his face with both hands to look at him but find no regret in his eyes.
“Oh brother, what have you done,” you hold back the tears as you whisper in his ear. “If only you would’ve waited a few weeks longer. Father wanted to announce his resignation. The throne would’ve been yours in less than a year.
You kiss his cheek, lips lingering for a moment. Closing your eyes, you silently say goodbye to the brother you used to know. It’s there and then that you decide to not play his protector any longer.
“I’m going to marry Stark. Not because you want me to, but to get away as far as possible from you.”
You step away, tears in your eyes as you look at your brother, and a stranger looks back at you.
“I’ll be gone soon enough, brother. I hope the throne was worth betraying me,” you bitterly say. “I guess Tony Stark was not the worst man I ever met after all. At least he doesn’t pretend to be a better man than he is.”
Holding your head high you walk away. Your heart is heavy but hope blooms in your chest.
Maybe if you stop being your brother’s keeper, you’ll find a new meaning in life.
“Courting? You want me to court you?” Tony hiccups as you only smirk darkly in return. “We have a deal, Colibri.”
“The deal is still on,” you coo. “But I’m a princess and deserve better treatment. What will people think about me if I’m not courted properly?”
You enjoy the struggle on Tony’s face. He’s used to always getting his will, but you won’t have it.
“What do you want me to do?” He grumbles. “I won’t let you order me around, woman!”
“I want flowers, jewelry, and a caring fiancé. Maybe we can take long walks, and show everyone how much we are in love,” he chuckles at your words. “Don’t believe for one minute that I’ll allow you to stray. If you stick your dick in some other bitch’s pussy, I’ll castrate you.”
“Aw, she’s jealous,” he grabs your hand to lead you along the endless hallways at the castle. “Believe me. I don’t have time for another woman with you around. I need to keep a close eye on you, Colibri.”
“Did you know that my brother was plotting against me?” You question while walking next to him. “I protected him all my life. How can he do this to me?”
“You know.” Tony sighs deeply. He wanted to make you believe he's the villain in your story.
“Yeah, I know. I’m not stupid, Stark,” you snap at Tony. “I was foolish enough to believe that men can be trusted. I was wrong. My father denied me the throne, and my younger brother betrayed me in the worst way possible.”
“Why do you still keep your word?” Tony stops walking to look at you. “Y/N?”
You exhale sharply. “He’s still my brother, and I need to keep him safe. I think it’s for the better that I leave my kingdom. He would’ve only ever felt like second best with me around. And giving you hell for the rest of your life is a challenging task.”
He smirks. “It’s an honor to be part of your plans, darling. We will make a perfect pair.” Tony grabs your hand to bring it to his lips. “I bet we will have a hell of a wedding night.”
You snort. “As if I’ll let your pest-infested dick get anywhere near me, my prince. It will be only you and your hand during our wedding night.”
“Oh, Colibri,” he purrs and cups your face. “I will use my hand to make you lose your mind. I bet,” he licks his lips, “you’ll cum with only one of my fingers inside of you…”
Part 2
#tony stark#tony stark x reader#tony stark x y/n#tony stark x you#royal!tony stark x princess!reader#royal au#dystopian au#prince!tony stark#Brother's keeper (1)
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Mistborn – The Final Empire, Chapter 16
Part Three – Children of a Bleeding Sun
Kalessin reads cosmere
Prologue | Chapter 15 | Chapter 17
By now I have to assume the epigraph narrator is indeed the Lord Ruler. He's come a long way from his humble beginnings, even before Ascension.
Vin's brother really did a number on her, with the beatings, isolation and distrust. Part of it sounds like your typical abusive pattern, but is there more to his insistence that she doesn't draw attention to herself? Does it have something to do with why the Inquisitors prioritised chasing after her, rather than capturing Kelsier?
Aww, Lestibournes is so devoted to her. Poor kid. Vin, I don't think you have to prove yourself useful, to have a place with Kelsier's crew. That's not how friendship works.
A bit surprised that the Theron angle is still on: I thought he and his crew got burned as contacts after the massacre of Vin's old crew. Marsh is going to be the Ministry infiltrator, posing as an obligator. That's a considerable risk he's taking, isn't it?
If Vin has been out for two weeks, I can definitely see why Kelsier is a bit subdued.
Vin's musings, about how completely impostor-Renoux is immersed in his role, makes me think back to her earlier surprise at him mentioning having met Elend four years ago. He must have either studied Renoux for a very long time, or there's something more to it. I haven't forgotten about Breeze's cryptic remark about him being "one of them", and am still waiting for that shoe to drop.
Finally we're getting some answers about Sazed and the Keepers! His powers are similar to Allomancy but not the same, and he draws on (Allomantic?) metals to create memories. Ok, that's… a bit unsatisfactory, inasmuch as it doesn't really explain anything.
Wait, the Lord Ruler totally controls the reproduction of Terrismen in breeding programs, castrating most of them so they can't procreate? That's vile! Although that doesn't sound like hate, to me: it sounds like fear. But, why does he fear them? Also, if he fears them so much, why does he not just exterminate all of them? He certainly has the power to do so. Does he need them?
Damn it, Sanderson, why do you always have to answer questions in ways that raise even more questions?!
Oh Vin, I don't think Sazed needed his promise to Kelsier, to come to your rescue.
People think it was Mare who betrayed Kelsier? That's brutal.
#kalessin reads cosmere#cosmere#mistborn#the final empire#brandon sanderson#the final empire chapter 16
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Ever since he had been a boy, Daemon Targaryen had been light on his feet. Light and lithe, he remembered one of the keepers at the Dragonpit saying of Caraxes. Balerion is the hammer, but Caraxes is the cat.
The hammer had died under his own weight, but Caraxes was still long, fast, and hard to catch. Even when he and Laena had raced over the narrow sea outside of their manse in Pentos, the legendary old Vhagar hadn’t had anything on Caraxes’ agility.
There was perhaps no real need to be light on his feet right now, but he was careful all the same. His heart had not raced like this in years, not since he’d been the only man on that island in the Stepstones, wondering if the Crabfeeder would take the bait. His brother was dead and gone, and now it was war.
It would have to be war. With every step he took, the reality solidified in his deepest gut that Otto Hightower would not hesitate to put Aegon on the throne. Which would mean war. Which meant it was already war.
He had always, however much Viserys had hesitated to fucking use it, been his brother’s strong right arm. It was the one thing he’d ever been good at: he’d been a pisspoor small council member; he’d been a better Lord Commander of the City Watch; and he’d been an expert military commander. He was force where Viserys had always been too weak. He should have had his lords redeclare for Rhaenyra each time a new son popped out of Alicent.
THE PRINCE AND THE QUEEN, CHAPTER 1
↳ Prologue
#daemyra#gotfic#hotdfic#daemon targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#house of the dragon#fanfic#fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fic#hotd fic
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Until the End
A/n: here's what I wrote for the prologue. It's basically a summary of Y/n's backstory and a bit of history of what happened during the first wizarding war. I've published it both on AO3 and Wattpad so you guys can check it out:) The first chapter is a WIP so it might be a week before I publish it but yeah, here's the prologue<3
My name is Y/n Lupin-Black. I live with my dads and my cat in a cottage. You can say it’s one of my favorite places to be at.
Both my dads were part of “The Order of the Phoenix” during the first wizarding war. Which eventually led them to me.
They were on an order mission, they were supposed to meet with their informat for some new information that could possibly help fight Voldemort and his followers. But instead of being faced by their informant, they found me in a basket with a note.
“Keep her safe.” was all it said.
They met up with the informant a few days later and they said they didn’t know who I was or where I came from. They didn’t know what else to do with me other than take me in.
Even in the middle of the war, they decided to take in a baby they had no idea about. I was only a few months old at that point.
As the war became worse, lots of people started to go into hiding, specifically the Potters. They knew their son, Harry, was one of Voldemort's primary targets so they had to keep him safe. They made sure to make my papa, Sirius, the secret Keeper.
Things started to turn around when my uncle, Regulus Black, decided to join the Order. He told the order of Voldemort’s plans and revealed some very shocking news. Specifically the one about Peter Pettigrew’s betrayal to the order.
They cornered Peter and got him locked up in Azkaban. But the Dark side still had no idea about Regulus’s betrayal so he worked as a double agent.
One night, Sirius went on an order mission while Remus looked after me. Unfortunately Sirius was taken by a group of snatchers that ambushed the mission and took him to their headquarters.
I still don't know what they did to him to this day but they pried the Potter's location out of his mind and knew where the Potters were.
Luckily Regulus was there and warned the order and they managed to get to the Potters home to try and evacuate the Potters to safety. But they had arrived at the same time Voldemort and his cavalry did.
They fought within the Potter's home and at some point in the crossfire, Harry was hit. Fortunately, Harry didn't die and was simply left with a scar. A very cool scar, I might add.
During the fight, Regulus went on to the Death eater headquarters and rescued dad from their hold.
They managed to win the fight and defeated Voldemort once and for all. They arrested all the Death eaters and practically saved the wizarding world and the muggle world.
That was 12 years ago. I’m 13 now and going into my third year at Hogwarts. Through the years, everything had been full of chaos and mayhem. Some caused by me but many of them were due to Voldemort’s consistent attempts on coming back to life. Obviously each attempt failed horribly.
After the war, dad and papa moved to a small cottage far away from everything.
They lost a lot of people during the war and it left a big imprint in their lives. Dad says that Sirius has never been the same since uncle Reg got him back from the D.E headquarters. But he's gotten better over the years but he sometimes gets his episodes.
Growing up, the Potters visited quite often. I practically grew up with Harry and we were inseparable. Aunt Marlene and Aunt Lily would say we were the mini versions of James and Sirius.
Eventually we were introduced to the Weasley's and added Ron into our little group. But his older brothers who just happened to be a pair of twins had a special flair for trouble.
And how Aunt Lily likes to put it "Y/n is drawn to trouble the way a moth is to a flame". Can't say she's lying cause it's absolutely true.
The twins caught wind of my pranking streaks and ever since then, we became a pranking team. That was until they had to go off to Hogwarts. I spent my days at the cottage just reading and quizzing with Dad. Spending some time with Ron and Harry, along with Ginny.
When it was my turn to come to Hogwarts, let's just say it was a bit of a bumpy road. A certain professor with a purple turban who just so happened to have Voldemort at the back of his head, nearly killed us during our first year.
The following year after that, the legendary Chamber of Secrets was reopened and Voldemort's 16 year old self practically possessed Ginny for most of the year.
With the third year closing in, I'm simply praying that if there is going to be a life-threatening situation I'll be put in, may it be less dangerous than the ones before.
#y/n lupin black#lupin black family#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#marauders#moony#padfoot#remus loves sirius#moony x padfoot#remus x sirius#sirius loves remus#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley x y/n#remus and sirius love their kids#loki the cat#james potter#lily evans#harry potter#regulus black#jily
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An Indecent Proposal- Chapter 2
A03, Prologue, Chapter 1
Daemon x Rhaenyra Multichapter AU:
Daemon leaves Rhaenyra at her wedding feast. Rhaenyra marries Laenor. After a year of trying to do their duty and produce an heir, Rhaenyra writes to Daemon.
She needs a true Targaryen heir.
It only needs to be an arrangement of business, she says. And it would result in Daemon’s child one day taking the Iron Throne.
Daemon accepts the proposal and returns to court.
Only, ventures like these are never simple. As much as they would wish to, Daemon and Rhaenyra cannot let go of the past, or the feelings they once had for each other.
Rhaenyra rose early the morning following her written plea to Daemon. She dressed in her riding clothes, longing for the freedom that Syrax would provide.
Part of her wanted to fly to Dragonstone herself to fetch her uncle, but she knew that would be foolish and desperate. She would have to be patient, which had never been her strong suit.
She met Laena on the way to the dragon pit. They frequently rode their dragons together. Theirs was a strong friendship formed during Rhaenyra’s stay at Driftmark. Her loss of Alicent’s friendship had left a hole in her life. Laena Velaryon filled it with ease, and their friendship was far superior for it was formed on the basis of their love of dragons and shared Valyrian ancestry.
“Rhaenyra, I trust you slept well,” Laena greeted.
“Not at all,” Rhaenyra said without thinking.
Laena raised a delicate brow. She and Laenor were nearly identical in some of their mannerisms. “Is something amiss?”
Perhaps once there was a secret to be told, she would bring Laena into her confidence. But for now, there was nothing to be told, no way to be certain that her request would be answered. “I was simply restless,” Rhaenyra said evasively.
Laena nodded. “Fortunately, there is little that dragon riding cannot cure.”
It was a sentiment with which Rhaenyra heartily agreed.
The dragon keepers had already saddled Vhagar and Syrax. Vhagar made Syrax look diminutive in comparison, but to Rhaenyra, Syrax was far more beautiful and regal with her golden scales and amber eyes.
Still, it was incredible to see the behemoth trill in contentment as Laena stroked her scales and spoke to her in High Valyrian.
They mounted their dragons and took flight. They circled King’s Landing thrice and landed on a small island cloaked with early morning fog. The ground shook as Vhagar landed. Syrax did not have such an impact on the land.
This island had served as Rhaenyra’s retreat for years. As a child, Daemon had taken her there. After he left her, Rhaenyra had been reluctant to return, but sharing the retreat with Laena seemed right. Laena was one of the few people in King’s Landing who truly understood her.
“You seem troubled, Rhaenyra,” Laena said as they sat beneath the boughs of a willow tree. “Will you not share your burdens?”
“You have heard the rumors, no doubt,” Rhaenyra said.
“I do not put stock in the words of the Queen, particularly when they are insulting to my kin,” Laena said.
Rhaenyra smiled. “Yet even vicious rumors hold some truth. Laenor and I have agreed that we will be unable to have a child together. But if I do not have a child soon, the Greens will petition my father to name Aegon his heir.”
“I am sure your father would not replace you,” Laena said.
“I am not so certain. Alicent is determined and my father is enamored.”
“What will you do?” Laena asked.
“Your brother made a plan, but I do not yet know what may come of it,” Rhaenyra said. The prospect of taking Daemon into her bed was exciting after so many months of dutiful marriage. “When there is more to share, I will tell you.”
“I am honored by your trust in me,” Laena said.
“You and Laenor are my only true allies in court,” Rhaenyra declared, grasping her friend’s hand. And Rhaenyra would need their support to stand against the Greens.
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Caraxes was agitated, feeding on the emotions of his rider. Daemon gripped the hilt of Dark Sister as he watched the storm rage. Flying would be ill-advised in these conditions. Normally, Daemon would brave the storm and damn the consequences.
For Rhaenyra, though, he would restrain himself. He would be of no use to Rhaenyra if he lost his seat on the journey to King’s Landing. He was perhaps the most skilled dragon rider alive, but even he was not infallible.
Daemon reread the letter summoning him back to court. It incensed him that Rhaenyra thought he did not desire her. He had been so close to taking her maidenhead on that fateful night in the brothel. Even Viserys believed that Daemon had crossed that line, which had resulted in his banishment.
But he would follow her lead in all matters going forward, no matter how much it chafed. If she no longer desired him as she once had, he would still perform his duty, and give her the heir that she desired.
Having her in such a limited capacity would drive him to madness, but he would accept his place as the father of her children. Anything was better than not having her at all.
Lightning illuminated the sky followed by a clap of thunder. The rain fell in heavy curtains. If Daemon was a man of poetry, he would have likened the storm to his inner turmoil. But he was a man of impulse and violence, a true Targaryen warrior and dragon. As the storm raged, Daemon rained down blows against the training dummies, hacking them to bits with his beloved Valyrian steel blade.
When the storm broke, night had fallen. Daemon reluctantly returned to his chambers and stripped off his muddied clothing. The gods were cruel. At this very moment he might have been making love Rhaenyra, eliciting the sounds of her pleasure with deft fingers and lips. He imagined what she would look like as she fell apart, her body tightening around him, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
He cursed the Seven and the gods of Old Valyria.
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“He will come, Rhaenyra. Have a little faith,” Laenor said as he entered her chambers.
He reeked of wine and sex, his clothing rumpled and dirty.
“You have been carousing,” Rhaenyra accused. “Your absence was noted at dinner.”
Viserys had spontaneously summoned his family to dinner. He did this every fortnight or so in hopes of minimizing the mounting tension in the Targaryen family.
Alicent’s grin had been malevolent as she expressed concern for Rhaenyra appearing unaccompanied at dinner.
Rhaenyra had spent two hours surrounded by Otto, Alicent, and her terrible half-brother. Blessedly, Helaena and Aemond were still too young to sup with them. Aegon had pulled her braids and smeared gravy on one of her favorite gowns. He had screamed for sweets. These behaviors were indulged by his mother, his father, and his grandsire.
“I am sorry, Rhaenyra. Ser Qarl and I were riding Seasmoke. We landed and I was overcome by a strong desire for cheap ale and even cheaper company. I am sorry I was not there to defend you from the vipers.”
“This arrangement will not work if you are not publicly by my side, Laenor,” Rhaenyra said with marked frustration. “You have a duty to me as your wife. How you spend the midnight hours is a different matter entirely.” She loved Laenor, truly she did, but it was at moments like these when she most regretted her union. It would not do for Alicent to see the cracks in her marriage, not when Alicent had already birthed three children of her own in quick succession while Rhaenyra remained childless.
“I will do better in the future, Rhaenrya. I swear it,” Laenor said, as he swayed.
Rhaenyra looked at him with disdain. “See that you do. Now get out of my sight.”
Laenor bowed and departed.
Rhaenyra took refuge on the balcony, looking up at the moon. Had Daemon received her missive? At this very moment he could be bedding a whore with no intention of returning to her side. The thought was irrational, she knew, driven by her frustration with the evening events. Still, she could not help but fear for her future if Daemon left her alone in this nest of vipers.
***
The skies were blessedly clear when Daemon awakened the following morning. He saddled Caraxes himself, his possessions having been sent ahead by ship.
The flight from Dragonstone to King’s Landing was only a few hours, and yet it seemed to stretch on endlessly. Daemon was relieved when he spotted the towering spires of the Red Keep in the distance.
Caraxes roared his delight and blew a jet of fire.
The dragon keepers looked up in surprise as Caraxes landed in the pit. Daemon dismounted and allowed one of the keepers to chain Caraxes and lead him to his stall.
“My Prince, we were not expecting you,” the second dragon keeper said.
“This was not a planned return,” Daemon said. “Caraxes has grown used to the freedom of Dragonstone. I expect you to unchain him often.”
“The King has declared that the dragons are to remain chained unless they are with their riders,” the dragon keeper said. “Our Queen is wary of dragons. She fears they will prey upon the denizens of King’s Landing.”
Daemon scowled. Of course the Green Bitch was behind such a ridiculous order. She was not a true dragon and so she feared them. Otto Hightower, no doubt, had given his daughter the idea. The dragons were the strength of the Targaryen house. To have them chained was to make a deliberate political statement. Daemon would remedy the situation and expel the Hightower cunt from the Small Council if he could.
If he was going to sire the future heir to the Iron Throne, Daemon would do his best to dispatch those who would oppose Rhaenyra’s claim to the crown.
Daemon withdrew a pouch of coins and gave several gold dragons to the keeper. “Caraxes will be unchained daily.”
“As you wish, my Prince,” the dragon keeper said, pocketing the money.
Daemon did not bother to go to the royal carriage house. He did not want to greet his brother before seeing Rhaenyra.
Daemon drew the hood of his cloak over his conspicuous silver hair, now grown well past his shoulders. He had not worn it long since the war in the Stepstones. He hoped Rhaenyra favored it. He could easily imagine him tangling her delicate fingers in his hair, holding her to him as he devoured her. The thought was enough to ignite his ardor.
Daemon climbed the steps of the Red Keep, retracing the path he had taken with Rhaenyra over a year ago. The secret passage was deserted as he knew it would be. He moved with stealth through the passage, hoping he would find Rhaenyra alone in her chambers.
The gods finally looked upon him with favor as he pushed aside the tapestry concealing the door to the passage. Rhaenyra stood on the balcony with her back to him, her silver-gold tresses hanging elegantly to her lower back. The gown she wore hugged her curves, and Daemon’s mouth watered at the tempting sight.
“Good morrow, my little dragon,” Daemon said in High Valyrian.
***
Rhaenyra’s heart nearly stopped at the sound of his voice. True to her words, she had been watching the sky for Caraxes. But Daemon must have arrived before she took up her post. Slowly, she turned.
She had forgotten how handsome Daemon was. His sharp and beautiful Targaryen features were framed with silver-gold hair. His eyes gleamed with mischief. His brow was impudently cocked, marking him at once as a Rogue Prince.
She longed to throw her arms around him but she was no longer the little girl who counted the days until her uncle’s return. She was the future queen, and Daemon had returned to serve her.
“You disappoint me, Niece,” Daemon drawled in the common tongue. “I expected a warmer greeting after such a lengthy separation.”
Rhaenyra scowled. “Is this how you choose to speak to your future queen? Not only have you intruded upon me in my private chambers, but now you do not show proper respect?”
Daemon bowed low, but the impudent expression did not leave his face. “Forgive me, Princess. I only thought that our new political arrangement should begin away from prying eyes.”
It was so like Daemon to use someone’s own words against them. She had watched him do the same to her father for years. She would not be cowed by the tactic. But she trembled against her will when he knelt before her and took her hand in his. “I am yours to do with as you will, Rhaenyra. Shall I treat you as a whore or a lover?”
“You will treat me as a queen,” Rhaenyra said. “You will come when I summon you. You will leave when I order you to. You will use Dark Sister to defend my honor.”
“And in return?”
“Your son will one day sit the Iron Throne. Is that not what you’ve always wanted, Uncle?”
“I want—” Daemon did not finish the thought, appearing to have lost his courage. He rose and extended his hand. “We have an accord, Princess.”
She grasped his hand, trying to ignore the pleasurable sensation. This was a political arrangement, and she would erect high walls around her heart. Daemon Targaryen was no longer the man she had once loved beyond all reason. Now, he was simply a means to an end.
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Name ideas:
ReplacedEcho
UnderEcho
UnderIdentity
ReplaceTale
EchoedReality
EchoedIdentityTale
EchoedIdentity
EchoIdentity
Might make a poll for the name later
Apologies I didn't really proof read this Prologue.
Like to note this goes from summary to the story kinda abruptly so bare with it at first please. (OOC at first does have an actual reason behind it. Then It all, well just read if your curious.)
(This is a bit of a mess but I think it's good/fun.)
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Premise is that Frisk stole Sans's place after getting bored of playing the hero and wishing to have what he had. They pretty much just messed with the coding and inner workings of their univers with no clue what they where doing in order to achieve this.
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By doing this it would have killed sans, Frisk wanted him to be erased in order for them to cleanly change the world. Chara was who Frisk wanted to take their place.
Chara used what strength they had to save sans, but it wasn't enough. Gaster (in this world a father figure of sorts bur sans is not his biological son, Papyrus and Sans were taken in by him due to them being the last of their kind.) decided to help, however things didn't go completely to plan fusing the two together. In the end Sans was saved by them, taking the human's place, as a result his body is kinda a mix of a skeleton and a human. His soul now coated in a thin layer of glass like determination keeping him safe and giving him the "save and load" abilities for their world.
At first he is in disbelief not fully getting what's going on, then he gets to snowdin (no encounter with Frisk or Papyrus like Chara thought.). He sees his brother with Frisk and then slowly things start to sink in as he talks to him, Papyrus not recognizing him and not remembering him at all claiming Frisk is his sibling and always has been. He begs for his brother to believe him, then anyone to believe him. Alphys seems to take note but nothing more, after all they've all known Frisk for years. Undying only got more aggressive the more he tried to convince her. Asgore apologised to him but he could believe him after all Frisk had been his keeper of the judgement hall for a long time. Flowy was nowhere to be seen throughout everything at first. His first time through the underground was a horrible experience.
Somehow his soul appeared to work as a makeshift human one now Alphys being the one to learn this through her magic camera in the bush and telling undying about it not thinking due to her fascination with a monster having a soul similar to a human's. Alphys may not believe Sans but she does root for him like she did Frisk when Frisk was the "MC". He doesn't kill Asgore however flowey shows up and does it telling sans he needed to play Frisk's game if he ever hoped to have his life back again, telling him it's just a phase their going through, they'd give his life back after they had their fill, "They'll never get their fill if you don't play the game. You have to adapt to this, whether you like it or not, nothing will move forward properly if you don't! Just ask Chara!". Chaster(Chara/Gaster) tells him that Flowey isn't really wrong, requesting he plays along with Frisk's fun so they can figure something out. That they're determined to figure it out for him to get back home and back to normal.
He learned through them that time would restart no matter the outcome, that was why Frisk always came back, an unknown magic is at play against everyone until it decides to go away on its own whenever that will be.
His second time he didn't do much for a while, he just went through the same beginning only experiencing what Frisk did, with Flowey doing his act this time. He stayed with Toriel for a while. She treated him like he was her own son. He was weirded out at first since he did have a crush on her before the mess, but now he could only look at her with the wish he had known his own mother. He wondered if his own mother would have been like this, all he remembers is a music box that he lost in Waterfall when he was younger. He stayed with her for a long time before deciding to leave. He was ready to face this head on, at least that's what he told himself. He tried to be okay and not attack Frisk when they said his lines, he tried to be okay when talking to Papyrus as he friendly treated him like a stranger. He broke down quite a few times hiding from everyone. Sometimes he'd refuse to move for hours as he slowly accepted the harsh truth of everything. As he went through he experienced things similar to what Frisk had and eventually made it to Asgore again and after a fight he was killed by Flowey. Sans continued and played the game as the pacifist route.
However the fourth turned out different when the reset happened, the colours were much more saturated and gold accents were everywhere. Not to mention the flowers he fell on were echo flowers. Frisk taking his place altered their world and after three resets in his place, the roles had finally solidified.
He noticed his clothes were darker, his jacket was shorter even at his sleeves, his undershirt was a dark grey woven turtleneck, his shorts replaced by black leggings with silver chains, and mucky brown fluffy boots, the fluff being the same off white as his old slippers. He had a bandage on his right cheek and woven dark grey gloves. He also took note his left hand had the number "3" on its back. He worried Frisk had broken the timeline more than they meant, he became horrified the more questions went through his mind. "What if things can't be fixed now?" "What if this means the world will be like this forever?" "What if this means I can never have my old life back?" "What will happen to Papyrus?, To Toriel? To Alphys? Undying? Asgore?" "What will happen to everyone?" "Does it even matter anymore?" "If Frisk gets bored of being in my place then what?! What will happen to my brother! my friends…" Vigorously shaking his head he unexpectedly made himself light headed almost falling over had he not been standing by the wall. "Well I guess that's one way to quiet my mind…" Vision spinning, the small space in the cave was silent, not even a sound of a bird overhead. Sans looked back to where he had "fell". His eyes softly glowed trailing each shade of blue, noticing a small amount of dewdrops on each petel up to the silver light that gave away the amount of dust in the area it graced. His eyes dulled as he leered upon the gaping aperture in the ceiling. Small bits of rock and debris like dirt trailed down the walls, the sounds echoing in the room chasing down as they fell to the flowers bouncing on some of the leaves onto the gravel floor. The outside looked as though it was coated in crystals, the glittering darkness framed by the dashes of green leaves that seemed just as dewy as the flowers down below. It seemed almost hazed like a scene from a fairytale, Sans couldn't help but smile upon the surface's appearance, mist was trying to seep down into the cave disappearing before it got even halfway. The world felt bleak and dark yet the blazing light from the moon seemed to be enough to almost mock the sun. Sans couldn't help but feel determined to at least see what had changed in his old home. He felt himself beginning to move forward despite his mess. It had been a few minutes just him staring at the stars he longed to reach before he realised he heard a soft melody, a metallic bell, a chime from a thin strip of metal hitting an assortment of spinning bumps. The echo flowers played a tune he thought he had lost. Closing his glimmering eyes and taking in as much air as he could into his nonexistent lungs he softly brushed his finger tips off the rough jagged wall and dragged his hand down his face. He started to where his first encounter was destined to take place.
"This is the first chapter of something new, I wish I could say that as a good and beautiful thing but I don't have the heart to make this seem better than it actually is." Sans glanced at Chara's hovering form as they approached the room Flowey was presumably waiting for them. "Hey…?" His footsteps halted as he chose to be patient, hesitant on continuing before hearing a reply. "Something wrong? I thought you had a burst of determination back there." He let out a soft airy grunt. His gaze dulled, rolling up and away from them afterwards he fully turned to them giving all his focus to Chara who was watching him with big vibrant blood red eyes intensely staring into his. "Be honest with me. Do you actually think there's a way to turn things back to normal?" They turned their head to the shadowed room just forward of their path. "I mean, there's always a possibility."Air gently whistled through his nose. The light that made his eyes clear almost completely faded, a lowered brow causing his eyes to appear sharper than they were. His mouth pressed into a subtle but firm frown. "Okay okay… I get it…" Chara waved their hands in front of them eyes going everywhere but his. "I uh, hate to say it but it's probably not possible to fix it now." They crossed their arms looking down. "Maybe before but… things changed last reset, our world's become something new and… I don't know… I, I don't even know if Flowey will recognize us this time around." His gaze softened light slightly returning upon hearing them beginning to tremble and crack. Frown turning into a more relaxed shape and his brow tilting more outwards once seeing their glossed over eyes. "Hey bud, even if he does forget ya we can always try to jog his memories. I mean, we're most likely going to have plenty of thyme to help him forget-you-not." The corners of their mouth twitched, a muffled sound kicking their throat. "Thistle all end up fine… somehow. So just be-leaf me and try to have some of that poppy determination your soul's bleeding with." Chara leaned forward, slightly shaking as serotonin filled hiccups left them. "Your ranunculus sans…" Pushing onto their left knee they lift their torso up, wiping their eyes and looking with a large smile across their face. "I dread the day you lose that jokester side of you." Turning their upper body to the path ahead of them. "Though I'm sure you'd at least keep doing silly shiz like letting people balance hotcats on your head." With a quick dry chuckle Sans slid his foot across the rocky path creating a scraping sound before he pushed down upon it, lifting his other foot to steadily and silently place down. The two went back to their new journey.
[Messy Prologue: end]
#posting in hopes it'll motivate me to actually start working on the first chapter.#as the story goes the two might find their bodies. appearance. or souls changing more.#so i didn't describe chara because they look the same right now.#undertale au#undertale#ooc fanfiction#undertale fanfiction#Sans#Chara#ut aus#idk what to tag#anyway I'ma go maybe write. maybe sleep. probably eat. should really draw these two even if just prologue designs...#I think I'll post all of it on here as i make it and eventually make a master post or something#going to rest my eyes now.#wishing for motivation inspiration and the ability to 'ramble less write more'
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒.
━ 🫧 summary; what do you do when your fiancé is killed by your future brother-in-law's friends? well, you go back in time to save him, of course.
pairing; sano shinichiro x oc (tokyo revengers)
genre; time-leaper, gangsters, childhood friends to lovers!, 90s/00s, found family!
word count; 504
warnings; 18+ / M for Mature, profanity, jealousy, violence, major character death, suicidal thoughts, depression, misogyny, gangsters, drugs, mentions of sexual themes, eventual smut, degradation, mentions of abuse, alcohol, drugs & smoking.
a/n; hi guys! this is my first fanfic that i’ll be publishing and i hope it’s good lmao. anyways, this story will revolve around my hubby shinichiro justice for shinichiro who absolutely deserved better. my mans was beautiful and somehow got rejected 20 times? how?? but, anywho, let me know what you guys think! constructive criticism is always appreciated! x
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[prologue.] [chapter one.]
The day you died a part of me died.
You who I gave a piece of myself to, a part of me that is for you and you only. You own that part, Shin. You are the only person with whom I share certain precious memories with, certain feelings, you are the only person who had me; mind, body and soul. When you died, I lost that piece. You took it with you.
I lost my fellow memory keeper, my best friend and the love of my life. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about all the future memories we could have made together, you know? I lost the only person that heard my voice a certain way, the only one that knew the weight of my hand in certain situations. I lost the only one that knew what song made me happy when I was sad, or what flavor ice cream I ate to celebrate. It was a big loss, the loss of not only a person that helped make me me, but the loss of who I was when you were with me, Shin.
I lost my one and only.
When you died, I lost my best friend, the only one I would do countless things with. The only one who would randomly knock at my door at ungodly hours asking to go for a drive. The only one who would let me rant for hours about the stupidest most trivial shit and listen. The only one who would scold me for being reckless in a fight as you tended to my wounds. The only one who would see me cry. The only one who accepted me for everything that I was, for everything that I wasn’t, and for everything that I could be. That part of me, the person I was with you, the secrets we shared, died when you did.
When you died, I lost the love of my life, the person who would say that I was the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen when I looked like an absolute wreck. The person who would never fail to cheer me up after a bad day. The person who would willingly get beat up if it meant defending my honour. The person who would look at me when I was mad at something you did, wink, and say some stupid cheesy pick-up line in hopes of calming me down. The part of me that responded to that statement with a giggle or smile, cause I could never really stay mad at you for long, died with you when I held your dying body in my arms.
What I was left with after your death was something else, something different. I’m me but not me, I’m whole yet at the same time I’m torn apart. There’s no way to explain it, other than to say that a part of me died.
The day you died, Shinichiro Sano, was the day a part of me died too.
#sorry lmao#this is short#anime#anime and manga#tokyo revengers#shinichiro sano#writing#shinichiro angst#death tw#tokyo rev fluff#hope you enjoy :)#lemme know if you like it#spotify
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Hey kyo! There's a Hetagame I have been eyeing on and there has some scenes with 1P's and 2P's if you're interested and if you have time! There's even a game for the Italian brothers as well! Of course! You are awesome and at the same time, don't force yourself too much as well! Take care as well too!
LIST:
"Bad Pasta" by Starrulet https://www.deviantart.com/starrulet/art/Bad-Pasta-Demo-467349235
"Connecting Worlds" by Hanatoa (sorry couldn't find the link :( )
"Cross Between Worlds" by The ShaddowedSnow (still couldn't find the link, I'm sorry)
"Dimension Hoppers: Attack of the Alternates" by inuyashazeldadragon https://www.deviantart.com/inuyashazeldaeragon/art/Dimension-Hoppers-Attack-of-the-Alternates-395774593
"Dreams and Shadows" by TrainTheSweeper https://www.deviantart.com/trainthesweeper/art/Dreams-and-Shadows-HETAGAME-DEMO-1-1-461639078
"The Gravekeeper" by https://www.deviantart.com/music-piyada/art/Hetalia-The-Grave-Keeper-Chapter-One-439662624
"HetaKinder" by Kirby5654 https://www.deviantart.com/kirby5654/art/HetaKinder-Chapter-1-520943754
"Hetalia - Reflections" by Revils123 https://www.deviantart.com/revils123/art/Hetalia-Reflections-Version-0-1-429753658
"HetaWorlds - Infinite Worlds One Sky" by xXFreaky-SunXx https://www.deviantart.com/xxfreaky-sunxx/art/HetaWorlds-Demo-Prologue-389914856
"Mansion of Sanctuary" by Stomei97 w/ RPG Maker VX Ace https://www.deviantart.com/stomei97/art/Mansion-of-Sanctuary-Demo-0-25-539942649
"The Murderhouse" by TaMaCHI-iNsAnITY https://www.deviantart.com/sir-tamachee/art/The-Murderhouse-Chapters-1-2-DOWNLOAD-712612775
"NightmareTalia: At My End" by YoukoTsukiko https://www.deviantart.com/youkotsukiko/art/NightmareTalia-At-My-End-416007810
"Shuuentalia: Nearing Demise" by Rustic-Hawk https://www.deviantart.com/rustic-hawk/art/Shuuentalia-Nearing-Demise-DEMO-460340701
"The Tale of Two Italian Brothers" by NaruHindaFan99 (no link either)
"This Is War" by NjHetalia and hollar90 https://www.deviantart.com/njhetalia/art/This-Is-War-Demo-496755704
"You Cannot Escape - HetaCage" by DrizzleRizz https://www.deviantart.com/drizzlerizz/art/You-Cannot-Escape-HetaCage-Demo-1-0-402459240
That's all about it at the moment! Have a nice day and may you spread the love! ❤
oooh neat, might need to look into these if theyre still around
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