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loupy-mongoose · 1 month

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Got another long one. X3

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Randy let out a huge yawn. Lying on a bed unfolded from the guest room couch, he cracked open an eye to see Akoya sleeping soundly beside him. For a bit he just lay still, letting the previous day's events fizzle back into his mind as he woke.

The room had this bed that they were sleeping on, as well as a smaller bed meant for a single person. Lav could've slept there, but for tonight she'd wanted to stick close to her parents. So, the assortment of Lindens lay together all on this fold-out bed.

Aside from the bed and couch, there was a table with a couple of small armchairs set up in a cozy corner of the room.

Randy had to admit, these two (well, probably mostly Cody) really knew how to make guests feel comfortable.

After a bit, he rolled over onto his back, groaning as his body ached.

You 'kay?

The man turned to his wife. Her eyes were blinking to alertness, clearly having just woken up.

Randy smiled at her and stretched his arms. Yeah, I'm fine. Just achy. I wonder if it's from the flight here. We're not exactly used to flying... He stopped himself from saying the next bit out loud. ~~in that way.~~

A second later, he felt a rush of relief that he'd not spoken aloud, as a light rap on the door snapped him fully awake.

Hello? It's Jamie.

Midas' head jolted up at the noise and he looked around frantically. Lavender came to attention, startled awake by the sudden activity, and Momo hopped to her feet, her eyes instantly alight with a burning fury.

Akoya gently shushed and stroked her twin children's pelts. Shhhh, shh shh. It's okay guys.

Akoya sat up, wincing as her own body protested with its own aches.

After a brief psychic check in with his family, Randy shouted to the door. You can come in. We're decent. He looked at his family's sleep-ruffled heads. Well, as decent as we were last night.

For a moment, there was silence. Then the doorknob turned and the door opened.

The red-haired women entered, a small plate with a couple donuts stacked onto it in her hand.

Jamie appeared to be in a much more relaxed state, wearing a loose sleeved shirt and her hair brushed smooth and simmering--a far cry from the windswept mess it had been when she'd left them last night.

Her eyes had a rejuvenated shine to them as she carefully waved the plate. I brought a peace offering. I thought the babies might like to try them, if they've never had donuts before.

Randy looked at his twin children and felt his heart sink. Both had their eyes fixed on their host, Momo growling as Akoya held her down, while Midas' pelt was poofed to twice it's regular size.

Jamie clearly saw the warnings as well, and stretched to place the plate on the foot of the bed without getting any closer.

But she didn't leave. She stood back, her piercing blue eyes seemingly mulling over some thought. Eventually she gave a sharp sigh. I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. It wasn't right for me to demand that of you, and it ended up scaring the little ones. And... Persim? That's your name, yeah?

The orange Mew nodded, his ears folded back uncertainly.

Jamie gave a small smile, looking at the Linden parents. I'm truly sorry for what I caused you all to go through. I... never would've expected you guys had Mews in there of all things... Let alone babies... Suddenly her eyes grew distant. Although, funny enough, Cody used to keep Pari in a bag like that. Willingly, of course.

There you go!

The adults all looked at Lav, who was holding a portion of donut. She was smiling at her little brother, who had a bit in his own hands and was tentatively licking it. His expression was conflicted, apparently torn between the enjoyment of this new sweet and the fear over the strange human smiling warmly at him.

Momo, her attention drawn to Midas as well, sniffed curiously at the bite in his hands.

Here you go, Momo. You try it too! The purple haired girl handed Momo a bite as well. But as Randy expected, her first reaction was to squish her fingers into the sweet glaze.

Akoya rolled her eyes in amusement. Hhh. That's our Momo. New food always means bath time.

The peach-colored puffball looked up at her mother and lifted her little sticky hands up to her. (Baff!)

Jamie gave a light chuckle, her eyes shining. She's a messy one, huh? At least she seems to like being bathed.

(Wan baff!)

Finish your donut first, Momo. We're not gonna bathe you just for you to get messy again! Akoya poked at the sweet lump Momo had left on the bedsheet. The little Mew scooped it up and licked it

(So are they yours, Persim?)

Perzi snapped his attention from the babies up to Jamie, startled. (U-Uh, no, not those two. Rosemary is though!)

Jamie's eyes glimmered humorously. (I take it she's the one who gave me my newest scar?) Persim lowered his head, his ears back and giving off a wave of embarrassment. The red-haired woman waved her hand dismissively. (Don't worry about it, really! Young Pokemon don't always know how to handle new locations or people. I totally understand. If biting me helps her adjust, she can keep doing it. It didn't exactly do much damage. Momo can too, if that's what it takes)

Momo lifted her head questioningly, but Randy placed his hand on her back in case she tried anything. I'd rather they learn to keep their teeth to themselves, Jamie.

Jamie nodded. I'm sure they will someday. Then, she stood up straight, as if punctuating their discussion. Now, I'm sure you all have business you'd like to do. I'll leave you to it.

She gave them a curt nod, and turned to leave the room.

Jamie, hold on a moment, please. The short woman turned to him, eyes shimmering with curiosity. Is Cody up? We... have something else important we need to tell you both, but we'd rather do it all at once.

Jamie narrowed her eyes. No, he's still asleep... I could wake him.

Randy and Akoya looked at each other once more. It's... probably better if you let him wake up on his own... He really shouldn't be half asleep for this....

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Later, the Lindens and Rennards gathered together in the living room.

Cody let out a yawn. I hear you have something to tell us? He seemed tired still, and Randy couldn't help wondering if Jamie had woken him after all.

One more time, the two parents met eyes before turning seriously back to their two hosts.

Pari suggested we tell you this, but... Nobody else can know, alright?

We are...

Not actually humans...

Before the others could respond, Randy transformed. With a hard look, Akoya followed suit.

Have... have you not seen Nico? I'm... a Mewtwo... like him.

Jamie eyed Lavender in absolute curiosity, crossing her arms before speaking.

We've... never actually met Nico... The Lindens all looked at her in surprise. Jovie talks about him, but he keeps to himself, and she's never told us what he is. Is that... like... Mew number two?

The Linden parents looked at each other.

Uh... We weren't expecting to have to explain Mewtwos...

They're...

Uh...

Well, there's only two, that we know of... Nico, and Lavender.

Both of them were experiments, created by humans, uh... messing with Mew DNA...

Cody appeared thoughtful, his expression soon turning soft. It's no wonder you want to reconnect with him, if he's the other of your kind...

Jamie, meanwhile, had paled a bit, and her eyes seemed distant. Cody looked down at her, his brows creasing in worry. Jamie? You okay?

Her gaze snapped up to him briefly before fixing back onto the Lindens. She breathed in sharply. Yeah, yeah... Just... trying to take it all in...

Randy looked at the two humans, bowing his head. We're sorry for this... oddness...

Hey, it's nice to know there are more Mews out there! Cody gave them a warm smile. Let alone a family of them! He looked at Pari, who met his eyes before nuzzling his face. She settled on his shoulder, purring as he rubbed her cheek fondly. ...I always thought Pari was one of the last, if not THE last, until I met Jovie... As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome to stay as long as you need to!

Randy smiled at him in thanks, but flicked his ear as Akoya spoke beside him, a hint of the venom from the previous day seeping into her tone.

What about you, Jamie? Are you still open to us staying?

The red-head snapped to attention, having once again lost focus on their discussion. Er--Y-yeah, yes, of course...

Randy felt a wave of uncertainty at her response, and could tell that Akoya felt the same. But nonetheless, he smiled at her. Thank you both very much! He transformed back to his human form. We'll do our best to not cause trouble... As much as the kits will allow, anyway.

Jamie looked toward Persim and the kittens, Lav having joined them as well. She turned back to Randy and smiled, though she didn't speak, and he noticed she still seemed distracted.

Cody gave them one more wide grin. It'll be a pleasure to get to know your little family!

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Pari complimented Akoya specifically because she wasn't expecting to see a blue Mew, lol.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 2 years

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I Came for You {J.W.}

Pairing: John Wick X Reader

Word count: 2.4 K

Summary: John broke up with you, and now, evil men are using you as bait to get him. They say he still loves you, that he will come... But you don't think so.

{John Wick Masterlist}

{Keanu Reeves Masterlist}

You tried to tell them. Over and over again you tried to tell them.

The man they're seeking doesn't love you anymore. He won't come. Not for you.

But they won't listen. It doesn't matter what you say.

One of the men, the tallest of the three, hits you again, with the back of his hand, and you fall to the cold floor from your kneeling position.

“Stop it.” A younger man in the back says. He's the scared one. Or the only one who let it show, his hands cupped together, moving, folding, and unfolding. “The more we hurt her, the more–”

“John and I aren't together anymore.” You cry again, cutting him off, a hand on your cheek. Many tears are soaking your face, dry and new. And more keep coming. “He broke up with me a year ago. He won't come!”

Around six hours ago, you were walking back home when a van came. You tried to run because you knew. You just knew it had something to do with John because there was no other way a bunch of men so well dressed, with a black van would want you. But you tried to run, moved by instinct.

But, an hour later, you were locked here, in this dark, humid room.

And every hour John doesn't come for you, they come to beat you up. Or cut you. The promise is that they will let you go once John is dead.

And that promise made you question your feelings again.

In a matter of seconds, your brain shot you through a long trip. Memories of the only man you truly loved. Madly. And as much as you tried to forget him in the past year since he broke up with you for whatever reasons, you still love him.

At that moment, every kiss, every hug, every day you spent with him came back, in full power. The day he told you about his past. The day he said he loved you. The day you said it back. The day he promised he'd never, ever let you go.

He may have lied.

But you didn't.

The love you once felt for him didn't vanish at all. And is this love, as crazy as it feels, that makes you pray that he doesn't come.

John may be the Baba Yaga, but it doesn't change the fear that takes over at the thought of him being in the slightest danger.

So this is where you are now. Hoping the man you love, who doesn't love you anymore, won't show up, won't put himself in danger for you.

Love is a funny thing, so hard to understand.

“Oh, but he will.” The man says, crouching down to look at you. There's hate in his eyes, and it makes you shiver. “Hour after hour, I'll come, pretty girl.” He takes your chin in his hand, squeezing your jaw painfully. “Hour after hour, I'll take hurt his pretty girl, and hour after hour, the word will get to him of how much I'm hurting you. And he will come, right into my trap.”

More tears come, and you taste blood in your mouth. “John doesn't love me. We're not together, he won't come.” You try again, hoping they'd let you go. Anything you can tell yourself to try to avoid the idea that you'll most likely die here. Alone. “We haven't spoken ever since he ended things.”

With a scoff, another punch comes, right on your cheek, and you're down again, on the floor. “C'mon, boys. Let's give it another hour.” The man stands up, and you see them moving out through the curtain on your hair.

“She's a tough girl. She will last many hours. Days, even.” Another one says.

“If she doesn't come to save her, he will come to avenge her. Either way, he will come.” The first one answers and the metal door is closed.

The clicking sounds on the lock make you sigh, still on the floor. And there's where you remain because there's nowhere to go. No bed, no mattress. Not even a sheet to protect your body from the cold. The room, with white tiles on the floor and light, dirty blue walls don't have one single piece of furniture.

It feels like a coffin.

Pushing yourself to the wall, groaning, you manage to sit up. You smell like sweat, tears, and blood. But mostly blood. Your body is covered in bruises, quick to form after the constant assault. The skin broke in some spots on your legs and arms as you tried your best to protect your torso. But since you couldn't do much for your back, it also has some bleeding spots. And there's a sharp pain in your ribs if you inhale more than just a little.

And your face... Your lip is bleeding again, your skull is taken by a terrible headache. Cheeks probably purple too, and swollen eyes from the crying.

The crying that comes back when you struggle to hug your legs to your chest, sobs shaking your body.

“Don't come.” You murmur into the darkness. “Don't come, John.” He deserves better. He deserves another life, another chance. After his past, after the loss of his wife. Even if not with you, John deserves to be happy. Safe. “Don't come.”

Repeating the words, you lie back down, slowly, moaning in pain. Maybe you'll die if you sleep. Or maybe not, because your body is trying too hard to stay alive.

One way or another, they'll come back soon enough.

And the torture will begin again.

•••

You're not sure for how long you were out. Ten minutes? Half an hour?

But when you hear footsteps, you know it was another hour. And so it'll happen again.

You start hyperventilating, your broken body pleading for a break. Covering your face with both hands, you start crying again, all your senses overcome with fear, terror, pain...

“No!” You yell the moment a hand touches your shoulder, the scream makes your throat burn, and the attempt on moving away from the aggressor makes pain swallow you completely. “No! No, no, no!”

“(Y/N)!” The voice, raised above your own, sends a wave through your body. Something warm, soft, familiar. But yet, you don't move, eyes on the floor in front of the man's shoes, hair covering your face, shallow breaths barely enough to satisfy your lungs. “It's me.” He says, and this time, you start crying for a different reason.

Your voice comes low this time, barely audible. “J-John...” You call, raising your eyes slowly.

“Yes, sweetheart.” He says, sadness, and desolation in his voice. “I came for you.”

When you see him, his face half-lit by the yellowish light coming from outside, you're overcome by such a sensation of safety, seeing the only man who could take you from this place and take you home safe and sound... That you're body just gives up, and you sink into darkness.

•••

Even in your dreams, dark and painful, you know you won't be hurt again.

When you wake up, your eyes slowly open, and you take in a familiar smell. The smell of the softener John uses on his sheets.

You're at his place.

“John!” You cry, out loud, but your voice is but a whisper, throat dry, burning under the effort of trying to speak.

An old woman comes out of nowhere, in a white lab coat. She quickly leaves, and you stay there, crying, in numbness that can only be explained by some kind of painkiller, administrated through an IV.

Fast footsteps and then him, coming through the door, rushing to you. The man that you have loved too much. The man that you still love. The man that saved you. “John.” It rolls out your lips, as the tears roll down your cheeks.

“Shh. I'm here, my love. Don't speak, please.” He says, and, in his eyes, as he sits very carefully on the bed, you can only find love. The same look, the same intensity, the same caring stare, watching over you. So you don't question it, you don't doubt it. John still loves you, because you've learned to read the mystery of John Wick. Jardani Jovonovich, lies like an open book before you. “You're hurt. Badly.”

“I wanna shower.” You mutter, knowing you're disgusting. Blood, sweat, and tears. And the memory it all brings. “Please.”

He sighs because he knows you so well. He can either help or you'll just find a way to do it yourself. “Slowly.” He takes the IV off, putting something to stop the bleeding. Then, he picks you up, so carefully, as if you're made of glass.

Stripping before John is something new. You both decided to wait until marriage, but in your state, you don't give it much thought. John means safety, security, and comfort. All the good things. John is home.

Once the clothes are cut open to give the doctor woman access to clean and cover your wounds, John opens the warm water to fill the tub, the precise temperature you love. He then starts washing you, letting the water with blood down the drain before filling the tub again, until both you and the water are clean. Then you both stay there, you in the tub, and John seated on the floor next to it, in silence. Until you decide to break it.

“John, why–”

“I'm so sorry.” He cuts you off, and you feel his eyes on you as you look down at the small ripples of water you create with a hand. “It's my fault. That... That was why I broke up with you. Because I was scared something like this would happen. But if I was with you, I could've protected you better. They wouldn't dare to take you. I... I heard from a weak link in their army that they only got you because you weren't under my... Protection anymore. They were only hoping my affection for you would be enough to make me go save you.”

You listen, silently, breathing slowly. The reason doesn't matter. The pain is still clear, but what happened is in the past. Everything you want to do now is healing. “And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you still have any affection for me? More than to just save me?” You have to ask. You have to hear it from him, to be sure, to know where to put your heart.

John sighs, and after long, several seconds, you conclude he won't answer. And it's okay because you won't push him into it. Never. But then... He looks at you, straight into your eyes. “I don't...” He starts, but his voice fades, and you can see it in his expression as he tries to fix up his thoughts, but then in order. That's how much you know John. “I've never been in a relationship since Helen, and I... I thought I was out back then, but you know what happened after... And I'm scared it'll happen again...”

“Don't you think I know the risk?” You mutter, a tear rolling down. “I do. But the thing is, if we were together, they wouldn't have taken me. Because they were scared of you. And the truth is that you were protecting me before, and not putting me in danger. I'm not saying this so we can get back together, just saying the facts.”

“And do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Have any affection for me?”

Chuckling, you roll your eyes, making pain shoot through your skull. “Yes, dumbass. I was back there, praying you wouldn't come to save me because I was so scared they could hurt you... And don't even get me started on you being the ‘Baba Yaga’. You get a scratch and I'm already freaking out.” For some reason, John giggles. “What's so funny?”

“You must be feeling better. You're already running your mouth.”

“Oh, shut it.” Crossing your arms, you look away from him. “You'll have to look after me until I'm healed. And I don't care if we're together or not, I'm your responsibility until the doctor says I'm not.”

At that, John nods, stands up, and leaves.

It makes your heart sink. Why the hell did you say that? “John, I... I didn't mean it, ok?” You did, of course, you did. Nobody would take care of you better than John. But you don't want to force him into it. “I can go to the hospital. Or have a nurse with me at home.” No answer. “John?”

It takes two minutes for him to come back to the bathroom. “Did you call me?”

“Yes, I did. What do you have there?”

John sits back down. Not really sit, just gets on one knee near the tub. “I bought this four months after we started dating because I was so sure... And... I didn't want to do this while you're naked, covered in wounds in my tub and I certainly didn't ever plan on breaking up with you and that was the biggest mistake of my life so...” John shows you a black, square box, already open. Inside, there's a ring, a diamond with little pink stones, three of them, on each side. Pink sapphires, you know. Because he knows they're your favorites.

“John...”

“(Y/N)... I'm a simple man. All I ever wanted was a normal, simple life. And for some reason, God above decided to bless me with a second chance when I found you. So, I'd be the happiest man alive if you give me the honor of being my wife.”

You're frozen, sobbing, eyes locked on him. You're nodding, because it takes a while for you to find your voice again, and then, all pain is forgotten. “Yes, Jardani.” Finally, you mutter, a hand covering your mouth. “A trillion times, yes.” Throwing your arms around his neck, you bite back a groan when the pain insists on reminding you of your broken body.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He says in your ear, and you melt against him, knowing you'll be safe now. Happy, with the man you love.

When you pull away, John slides the ring on your finger, placing a kiss on your hand. “I'll never let you go. I'll never let you get hurt again. I'll do everything I can to make you the happiest woman on Earth. I promise, my love.”

“Well, I promise you the same things... Even though I have zero fighting skills but how to break someone's nose.” You both giggle, and you look at the ring and then back at him. And that's when you find John sliding a second ring, just like yours but without the stones, on his finger.

“Now...” Carefully, he picks you up, carrying back to the bedroom and pacing you gently on the bed. He wraps the towel around your body, always a respectful gentleman. “I'll nurse you back to health and while I do so, we can start planning the wedding.”

Biting your lip to hold back a smile that escapes, you nod. “I like the idea, love.”

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madtotry · 4 months

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and if i could let it ride i'd take my time and free my mind one. — two. — three. — coming soon.

hiccup haddock x reader

a/n. gn reader. theres one mention that implies reader believes in gods. we're pretending night furys aren't quite as fast as they are in canon/or you can imagine elsa is just somehow even faster if you want. unlike the past chapters, this one ends abruptly because part 4 will be set immediately after this ★ 1.7k

the air tastes like freedom, and with the way elsa pierces through the wind with more enthusiasm than you've seen since last winter, you know she feels that same magic.

depending on where you go, the air is always crisp and biting, but it isn't always new. there's a time of year where something beautiful lays to rest her weary head until next year, leaving way for something magical to rise in her wake. it's the feeling of knowing the snow is fresh and the world is stopping just for a special moment, to say, "look at this, look at me, look at everything i can do." and you thank the gods every year, that you have lived to see another one of these seasons.

your arms whip up to feel the cold air run through your skin as elsa whips through just above the surface of the ocean, playfully dropping a wing to spray water up at you.

you laugh brightly, tilting your head up to gaze at the clouds racing by, and it takes everything in you to not fall and lay down on elsa's back — the idea in theory representing a perfect pastime, but in reality the one thing that could ruin your mood right now would absolutely be taking an unforeseen dip into the freezing sea lest you slip.

your eyes shut for a moment as you just sit like this, balling your hands into fits before thrusting them in the air excitedly and leaning down on your chest to rest your head atop elsa's.

she chirps at you in greeting, and flies a little further up from the sea to spare you from being splashed.

"i feel so alive," you whisper to her, a tradition at this point; ever since the first time the two of you flew through a day just like this, and you'd declared you'd never felt so alive to her. the sentiment still reigns true every year, and elsa always agrees.

on days like these, you're reminded just how fast she can fly and for just how long she never seems to tire — especially if she's close to the sea.

you don't know for sure how long you've been out here, but you near the island you've met hiccup halfway on in the past up ahead, and feel the same sensation you do when anticipating a new season as you approach it.

"what do you think?" you mutter to your dragon, and she's already dipping to graze the cold water of the ocean to fly just above the surface, circling the island.

the season is absolutely — at the very least partially — to blame for your boldness in going as far as to seek out someone you are usually terrified of looking your way. the world feels safer at times like these, and you almost feel as though you can be yourself, as though you could act like a normal friend.

elsa makes it halfway around the island before you spot hiccup and toothless flying past it, and you find yourself overcome with the urge to yell out jovially to get their attention.

however you bite your tongue, already seeing elsa's own bold plan of sneaking up on them unfolding, and you find you like her idea much more — it feels more like you.

"shhh," you playfully whisper to your already deadly silent dragon, as she glides just far enough behind and below them that she's gone completely undetected.

you have to hold a hand to your mouth to contain a giggle as she slowly rises; still completely unseen.

they finally notice you at the exact same time, both with an identical whip of their heads to your direction.

your hand falls back to hold onto elsa and the other raises to wave, leaving your wide grin on show as hiccup's brief distress at a possible threat becomes his own bright smile.

"you!" he exclaims, like he wants to say a proper greeting but the pleasant surprise caught him off-guard.

"me!" you reply so easily, talking freely having never felt so natural.

"i didn't think you'd be here," he says.

you shrug happily, "i'm always here," referring more to being in the sky this time of year than just the small island.

beneath you, elsa and toothless seem to have been staring at each other this whole time, not in any aggression, but you see toothless's eyes and recognise the glint of competition in them from elsa's own.

hiccup picks up on this a moment later after quietly asking his dragon, "what's going on, bud?" and spares a glance to see you almost smirking with both hands securing themselves on elsa.

in the blink of an eye, the unspoken race begins, and elsa is surging forward and swiftly surpassing toothless, dipping almost imperceptibly closer to the surface of the ocean, knowing she's even faster the closer she gets.

your hearing is enveloped by the strong wind racing past, but a quick cheer from hiccup breaks through the noise as toothless flies past you, now ahead of elsa by a significant distance.

this doesn't discourage her though, and if anything it draws your dragon to grow even more determined, flapping her wings with a vibrating strength followed by bringing them close to her body. you lean down as flat against her as you can, holding on tight as her now tearing through the air like an arrow makes you feel like you could be flung off at a single wrong move.

(you'd laugh at the memory if the wind in your face wouldn't whip your breath away, knowing full well you have been hurled off her back after not being fully prepare for just this.)

she reaches toothless, and flies just a bit further past him when she unfurls her wings to do the heavy lifting once more.

your eye catches hiccup's own mirthful ones and you can tell it's only a matter of time before he pulls a trick out of his sleeve to get ahead again.

you have to crane your head slightly to get a good look at them as elsa gains a lead, and frown when you notice them slowing down ever so slightly as hiccup's hand runs down the back of toothless's neck.

"they're up to something," you whisper to elsa as you try to keep a watchful eye on your competition, but it gets caught in the breeze when the night fury that was just trailing behind, now has caught up to you. he growls proudly, not-so-subtly showing off his new "v" shaped flaps that run from his neck to his tail.

hiccup seems proud too, especially when the two suddenly dip out of your view. you whip your head up and down, left and right, trying to spot where they disappeared to — gasping when toothless appears on your other side swiftly, and hiccup winks.

your mind stutters for a moment, not even realising the two have flown ahead of you again, and instead suddenly acutely aware of the freezing tip of your nose being drowned out by the growing warmth across your cheeks.

elsa, however, grumbles at your disracted demeanour, and speeds up as much as she possibly can, before making a warning 'yelping' sound to you, telling you to prepare for what she's about to do.

her sudden plunge breaks you out of your stupor, and as soon as her downward motion ceases, you sit up straight — this being something you've rarely seen in action and have grown confident in, but all the well familiar with the consequences if you don't raise yourself as far up from the sea as possible.

you know elsa has hit the water from the way her body grows colder, like ice, and you quickly feel the rest of her body submerge with your feet all the way up to where your knees dangle by her sides.

the water rushing past you nearly reaching your hips is heavier than the air above, and you know for yourself it would feel like trying to fly through honey, but for elsa, the water surrounding her only serves to fuel her.

even as the freezing water engulfs the lower half of your body, you reach a hand out to graze the surface. flicking the water with your cold fingertips, you imagine it absorbing into your skin with an ethereal glow, wondering how it feels for elsa to have something so simple yet so powerful coursing through her — funnily enough — like a fire.

toothless is still ahead of elsa, but she's now hot on his tail with her built up speed, and you're regaining focus from the coldness sinking away from your body, holding on tight in preparation for the light show elsa will embodying and soon zoom by her competition.

you find, as elsa rises, that your mind had been just as enveloped as hers in the water — for the moment your feet hang back out in the open air and the water is already dried off your hand, you can suddenly feel hiccup's gaze on the two of you, a heat you'd have quickly and self consciously noticed in any other situation.

you can't find it in yourself to look away from him now, and you can't stop examining his every facial expression — the wonder in his eyes, his surprised smile, and the way you swear it grows when he notices you're looking at him again — as elsa reaches the same height as toothless again; bringing the two of you face-to-face

you can tell the way his eyes are lit up he's curious about every intricate details of what elsa is capable of, his mind reeling at the sight of something he's never even imagined before. it's like he's been shown the stars for the first time, like the constellations are forming before his eyes, and you don't miss the way his eyes flickering from your dragon to you with warm cheeks impacts your heartbeat.

it only lasts a moment though, because the second elsa is side-by-side with toothless once more, you're holding on tight and she's soaring past in a blur.

the world around you feels secondary to the floating feeling of moving this fast, and your eyes shut protectively in face of the air pinching at your skin — but the smile on your face is unstoppable, as elsa's speed leads the two of you to a well deserved win.

#i listened to “dragon racing” from the the httyd 2 soundtrack on repeat while writing this and and it absolutely enhances the experience #and apologies for the wait between chapters #taking flight (my writing)#hiccup haddock x reader #hiccup x reader #httyd x reader #how to train your dragon x reader #httyd imagine #httyd fanfiction #hiccup horrendous haddock iii x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock lll x reader #hiccup horrendous haddock the 3rd x reader

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farm-witches-fic-recs · 30 days

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Our farm witch friends really delivered with their faves last month and we're here this week to share the last of that list. Thank you to everyone who responded to pass along the fics you love and help keep this fandom reading (and writing)!

Check these community fave works out and leave the authors some love!

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Bound by symmetry (barelypink) “I am and always will be a sucker for a slow burn. This one is a diamond.”

Goodwill (@spiders-hth-is-an-outlier) “I don't know why I love this as much as I do. It's really sad, but also really joyful. It unfolds so beautifully. I love all the introspection. And the socks. I'll always love the socks.”

If not now (MoreHuman, swat117) “There is no truer test of a relationship than all the time in the world.”

If you say run, I’ll run with you (upbeat) “Wonderful, different take on the wedding.”

Language of Love (pandorasdaydream) “This series takes the 22 min tv episodes and fills in the moments we don’t see. David and Patrick are fleshed out, while staying true to Dan Levy’s characters. The series is beautifully written and developed.”

Left unsaid (@treepyful) “A very detailed day in the life of a rare pair in the Fandom. Like, so so detailed. But every word is glorious and intentional, and somehow, though there's only like 6 words of dialog in the entire fic, so much gets said. Also, there's one of the most incredible descriptions of a thunderstorm that I've ever read.”

Neither snow, nor rain (middyblue) “Christmas slow-burn.”

Post hoc ergo propter hoc (various) “I love all of the installments in this political AU because I liked the West Wing a lot but it was never queer enough. This series has all the humor and dialogue and romance and Queer Feelings (tm) you might ever wish for in a beltway workplace drama, plus President Johnny Rose and Stevie Budd as his (eventual) chief of staff.”

Prismatic (thetrustytaco) **WIP** “You only see b&w until you get close to your soulmate! Gah! Not finished but so good so far!!”

Sleepless (@wellschitt) “This fic is funny, sexy, and full of heart, and at just over 10k, it's the perfect length for a reread (or in my case many, many rereads) when you need a quick pick me up on a stressful day.”

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Value added (theMaura) “Short. Hilarious.”

Vampires Are People Too! (@petrodobreva) “It's a rare thing indeed for a fic author to create a unique, fully realized alternative world while still holding on to the spirit of the canon work that we all know and love, but that's exactly what petrodobreva manages to pull off in this teen vampire AU.”

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'What Brings Us Together'

Synopsis: Getting closer to a cold Knives through music.

A/n: This is a college AU and I have decided you can play the violin. (If you do irl that is so cool) Also, Knives name will just be Nai in this. (I also decided he wears glasses in this) Also for the music to know what I'm referencing to, just look up Merry Go Round of Life Violin and Piano duet on youtube.

F!Reader x Knives

Tw: None

Word Count: 3.4k

It was an early Monday morning. You already knew today was going to suck, most Mondays do. Walking through the loud crowded halls of your college building, you slowly opened the door to your class. You were attending an extremely prestigious music academy. As a child, you always wanted to become a famous violin player, and here you were, still trying to accomplish this dream. Upon entering your classroom, you walked up the tall stairs to your seat and sat next to your seatmate. He was a relatively quiet person, he also looked quite handsome.. his blonde locks, the glasses, and the built physic. He never really talked much although you would often hear a few scoffs from him when someone did something stupid. You two talked a little bit, but weren't that close. Although he was an extremely talented pianist. You could tell he had been playing for a while. He also sat next to a blonde who was supposedly his twin but acted completely different from him. His twin was so much more optimistic but also shared the same musical talents as his brother.

Setting down your things beside you and taking a seat, you prop your arm up on the small desk and watch the chaos unfold until the teacher arrives. The teacher was taking forever, the bell rang 5 minutes ago and still, the teacher wasn't there. Some prestigious school, you thought as you rolled your eyes.

Eventually, the teacher walked in and the class went quiet. You watched as the teacher fixed their tie before beginning the lesson. It was quite boring. You were going over things you already knew and was a waste of time. Watching the clock, as the time slowly ticks by, you eventually only had 5 more minutes left of the class. Starting to gather your things the teacher says something that perks your ears.

"We're going to have a duet. I'm assigning you all partners according to the instrument you all play." The teacher announced.

You winced at the sound of assigned partners. The teacher soon continued,

"This duet will be your full grade for the quarter, so work hard on this. The duet concert will be at the end of the quarter good luck." You sigh as you listen for the teacher to call your name and assign your partner. I hope I get someone decent, you thought.

Eventually, the teacher finally called your name. "Y/n, L/n you will be partnered with Nai." Your eyes widened as you and Nai both looked at each other with wide eyes.

Ah man, you thought feeling awkward. The bell finally rang and you had an hour before your next class so you planned to just go practice your violin a bit. Walking through the crowded hallway as students pushed and shoved their way to class, you tried to squeeze through with your Violin case in hand. You sighed at the crowdedness before feeling someone grab your shoulder and pull you into a classroom. Letting out a squeak, your body collided with someone else's as you lost your balance. The figure helped steady you, before letting go and stepping back.

"Sorry." The figure said.

Looking at the figure, you saw that it was none other than Nai. A sigh of relief left your lips before you smiled a bit at him. "It's alright, but why did you pull me in here?" You asked looking around the room.

"We have to do this duet remember?" He said plainly.

"Oh, yea-! I was going to talk to you next class about it but now works." You said embarrassed. "

You play the piano right?" You asked.

He looked at you unamused as you both had been over this before, and he was quite literally sitting at a piano. "No I play the clarinet, of course, I play the piano, idiot." He said annoyed.

"Sorry!" You said surprised by his tone.

It eventually went quiet again and you stood there awkwardly.

"So uhm.. what do we want to do for the duet I guess?" You asked him finally breaking the silence.

He turned towards you before handing you a stack of paper that with the title of "Merry Go Round of Life" Which happened to be already made for the type of violin you played. Observing the notes, you nodded a bit at the papers as he looked at you occasionally.

"Alright! seems fun to play.. do you want to try it out now? Or..?" You said after a bit.

"Let's try it out now to get a feel for it." He replied.

Nodding, you set down your Violin case and opened it before carefully taking out your Violin and the bow gently before grabbing a music stand and adjusting it to where it needed to be. As you were doing all of this, Nai was observing your every move, he always enjoyed your presence for some reason and it got on his nerves. His twin, Vash teased him about having a crush on you. But Nai would rather die than have a crush. He didn't have the time for a relationship he was working to pursue his dreams of becoming a great pianist. But he wouldn't mind starting a relationship with you.. Eventually, you were completely set up and ready to play.

"Okay I think piano starts this, so I'm ready when you are." You said smiling at him.

He nodded at you before facing the piano and placing his fingers in the playing position.

Taking a deep breath, his fingers gently began to push down on the notes and began to play the song gracefully. He began the chorus of the song with zero mistakes and it was eventually your turn to come in. Placing your violin in playing positions, you listened for the beat to begin. As it finally gets to where you come in, you skillfully press on the strings to make the different notes only making a few mistakes for the first time playing this song. You eventually both stopped as you played it over a few more times.

"How are you doing so well? Have you played this song before?" You asked.

He nodded a bit at you as you made a small "O" with your mouth. You sighed before looking at the clock. You began to pack up your stuff seeing it was almost time for lunch.

"Do you want to meet up sometime later to practice more..? Or do you want to just continue tomorrow?" You eventually asked.

"We can meet up later today to practice more, I'll give you my number so we can find good times for us to practice." He stated.

You nodded before taking out your phone, unlocking it, pulling up the add a contact screen on your phone, and handing it to him. Quickly, entering his contact information in your phone, you took it back from him.

"Alright, well see you later then!" You said waving at him and beginning to walk towards the door.

With a small wave, he began to pick up his stuff as you exited the room. His face began to heat up at the thought of giving you his number and thought back to how well you played the song. Grabbing his backpack and sighing, he walks to the door only for it to be slammed open into him.

"Nai!! Come have lunch with us!" Vash started. Looking around the room he didn't see his brother.

"Nai?" He looked to the side to see a very annoyed-looking Nai who grabbed his collar.

"There you are Nai!" Vash said smiling at him.

"I saw your crush walking out of here, did you guys have fun?" Vash said smirking at his brother and lifting his eyebrows.

"Shut up," Nai said pushing Vash out of the way and walking out the door. Vash soon got recollected himself before following after his brother.

"Let's go meet up with the others," Vash said walking faster to catch up with him.

You walked to your locker before meeting Merly and Wolfwood there. You were already a friends with Vash and the others but, Nai never really joined you all. Closing your locker, you all began to walk towards where you all ate which was at a small tree out in the courtyard. You all talked amongst yourselves as you approached the courtyard. When you finally made it there, you moved a small picnic bench underneath the tree and took a seat next to Meryl with Wolfwood on the other side of you both. As you waited for the others, you and Meryl talked while Wolfwood listened occasionally puffing on his cigarette.

"Hey, guys!" Vash said waving towards you all with his brother beside him.

You waved back to him smiling before seeing Nai beside him looking unamused. You waved at him as well while Vash took a seat beside Wolfwood and purposely left no room for Nai next to him.

"Y/n can my brother sit next to you?" Vash said grinning menacingly at his brother.

"Sure I don't mind," You replied making room for him.

He huffed a bit before sitting beside you and propping an arm up on the table staring daggers into Vash. You all eventually pulled out your lunches and began to munch on them but Nai didn't seem to have lunch. You looked around on the ground to see if he had it but didn't want to eat but to no avail, there wasn't one. You sighed before, gently elbowing his side to get his attention.

"Here you can have these. You need to eat." You said to him grinning.

He looked at you skeptically before hesitantly taking the food and saying a small thank you. His brother grinned at you both before specifically wiggling his eyebrows at Nai, to which he replied with the finger. You chuckled a bit before beginning to chat away with Meryl with Nai stealing occasional glances at you. Eventually, it was time to go, and you bid farewell to the others before saying to Nai,

"See you later tonight" With a small smile.

Vash eyes widened as his brother was in shock as well. You walked off with Meryl and when you both were eventually out of site, Vash began

"See you later tonight," He said in a girly voice and fluttering his eyelashes. Nai quickly put his hand over Vashs mouth to make him shut up, before walking away with a small blush.

Classes had eventually finished, and you were now on your way to your dorm room to which you just so happened to share with Meryl. Opening the door you were greeted with the feeling of home and set your stuff down before collapsing on your bed. You took out your phone and soon looked at all your missed notifications which wasn't too much. After a bit, you went into your contacts to message Nai about when he wanted to hang out, only to see the contact name he put into your phone. "Nai ♡" Your face grew warm but decided to keep the name before sending him a message.

(Black is you, Blue is him.)

Hey, this is Y/n.

Hey.

So, when is a good time to meet up?

I'm free now.. so now maybe?

Sure

Meet me in room 207

Leaving your room with your violin in hand, you began the journey to room 207. It wasn't too far of a walk thankfully and you made it there quickly. You knocked on the door lightly, before opening the door a bit and walking in.

"Hey! Sorry for the wait." You said smiling at him.

"It's all good I wasn't here long," He mumbled.

Grinning at him, you got your things ready before starting to practice the music. You enjoyed being able to work with him he was really talented. You were certain you would both pass this. The song sounded so good with your violin and his piano. After a while, it had gotten late and the school eventually kicked you both out.

Walking in the dark to your dorm, Nai eventually offered, "You can just come to my dorm, it's closer than yours."

You smiled at his offer before saying, "It's fine I don't mind the walk."

"Are you sure?" He asked again. You pondered to yourself about whether you should take the offer. You could get into trouble for this.. but what the heck.

"Why, not. I don't mind let's go to your dorm." You said grinning at him. He let out a rare small smile as he began to take the lead to his dorm.

When you both made it to his dorm, he took out his key before saying something under his breath and then unlocking it. Upon opening the door, the room was quite literally split. One side had some dirty clothes and some papers spread throughout the room. While the other was neat and tidy. You let out a little chuckle seeing Vash on the couch playing some video games with Wolfwood. Nai rolled his eyes before leading you to his room.

Seeing you walk by, Vash's eyes widened, "Y/n?!" Vash said turning his head before turning back to the game to see Wolfwood had beaten him.

Walking into Nai's room you stood at the door after shutting it and him standing across from him.

"This is my room I guess," He said awkwardly.

You smiled at him before saying "I really like it, it's so clear and tidy."

He let out a little scoff before shaking his head. "Well if that doofus out there didn't eat all the food, help yourself and I'll try to figure out the sleeping situation." He said to you.

You nodded but decided to stay in his room with him.

"I can sleep on the floor I don't mind," You offered.

He shook his head, "You're not sleeping on the floor."

"Well I don't want you to sleep on the floor 'cause I'm here, this is your room." You replied back.

"I'll go sleep on the couch then." He said to you. You sighed a bit before saying,

"You have a big enough bed I guess.. We could share and just make sure to split the middle or something." You suggested. "That is if you're comfortable with that." You added to what you said previously.

He looked at you a moment before nodding, "I don't mind, we can do that." He said with rising blush growing on his face.

Thinking about sleeping, you soon realized you didn't have anything to wear.

"Uhm.. I don't have anything to wear to sleep.." You said shyly.

He blushed a bit, before going into his drawer and grabbing a pair of basketball shorts and one of his shirts, and holding them out to you.

"You can use these.." He said not looking at you. You smiled a bit before taking them from him and smiling.

"Bathrooms, second door on the right," He said before going through some papers on his desk.

You nodded before heading to the bathroom to change clothes. You opened the door before flicking on the light switch, and gently closing, and locking the door.

After you changed, you opened the door before switching the light off and shutting the door. You soon went back to Nai's room, forgetting to knock and opening the door to him being topless. Your eyes widened at the sight as you blushed looking him over up and down. You quickly shut the door before he could say anything and stood behind it with your heart beating fast. Okay, maybe he was hotter than you expected.. Blushing more and the sight of him shirtless stuck in your mind, you soon hear the door quickly open and Nai sticking his head out to find you. He stayed silent before walking back into the room with you following suit.

"Sorry.." You mumbled quietly.

"It's fine.." He said quietly before switching off the light so you couldn't see his blushing face.

In all honesty, he didn't mind that you walked in on him but he thought you looked cute in his clothes that were 3x too big for you. Eventually, he offered for you to choose a side to which you chose the one closest to the wall. Crawling into the bed and going underneath the warm blanket, your back faced Nais with his back facing yours as well.

It took you a while to fall asleep. The image of Nai in your head along with being in the actual same bed as him flustered you. You never really noticed, but you had a small crush on the blonde that you barely knew. But this was a small dream come true and you hoped this could happen more. As the night slowly drifted on, the sun began to rise. You slowly opened your eyes to the sound of his alarm, only to find Nai holding onto you tightly and your arms wrapped around his figure tightly. He slowly opened his eyes from the sound before his eyes widened and you both made eye contact. You both sit up blushing and not looking at each other before Nai quickly hits the alarm.

"Sorry.." You both said in unison.

The blush on your faces grew before hearing a small giggle from the doorway. Nai grumbled and quickly stood up before throwing open the door only to see Vash taking a video of the whole thing.

"Nai.. I can explain-!" Vash tried to say before he was dragged by his brother into another room.

Still trying to figure out what had happened you decided to put on your clothes from yesterday. Folding Nais clothes he let you borrow, you grab your things and quietly walk out the door.

Getting back to your dorm, you opened the door with your key before quietly sneaking into your room to change and get ready for the new day, as well as mentally preparing yourself to confront Nai. Eventually, the time had come for you to go to class and you took as long as you could to get to class. Taking a seat next to Nai, you both stayed quiet while. Vash was quiet and had a few scrapes and a bump on his head, which you would assume was from his brother. Sighing, you decided to say something.

"I'm sorry about this morning and stuff.." You said quiet enough for only him to hear.

You saw him look at you before saying "It's fine, I really didn't mind,"

He said smirking a little. Your face heated up at what he said before your attention was stolen by the teacher walking in and beginning the lesson.

You both made it a routine to work on your duet after all your classes. Some nights Nai would walk you to your dorm, and some you would stay at his. You could feel that you were both growing closer and your feelings for him began to grow as well. The more you both were together, you saw different sides of him that you didn't know he had. He would actually laugh and smile around you. And it made you fall for him even harder.

Eventually, the day of the duet presentation had come. The school had made it a large school-wide thing so you had to now perform in front of the whole school. At first, you were excited to play, but as time went on and it got closer and closer to your turn, your anxiety began to kick in. What if I mess it up? What if something happens? What if's were all that ran through your mind. Being lost in thought, Nai watched as the anxiety radiated off of you. He looked at you concerned before gently grabbing ahold of your hand which happened to take you back to reality. He looked straight ahead while you looked at your hand which was being held gently by his. You blushed a bit and most of your anxiety began to fade.

Soon it was your turn. You both walked up to the stage to prepare. You were both currently wearing white fancy clothing since the teacher made it a requirement to wear something nice to get a good grade. Once you were set up, you looked at Nai and nodded while he nodded back and began to play the tune that you have practiced for weeks now. When it was finally your turn to come in, the notes came so naturally for you. You delicately pressed down on the strings while Nai executed each note on the piano perfectly. The song sounded perfect with your violin and his piano. Eventually, it was all over, and the crowd erupted in cheers. You laughed a bit at the reaction of the crowd before being pulled behind the stage by Nai. He soon led you to a dark hallway with no one in it. You both hugged each other happily for successfully "wooing" the crowd. You giggled a bit before looking up at him. He looked at you happily as his eyes wandered down to your lips. You smirked a bit before standing on your tip toes and having your lips collide with his.

Feeling his surprise he quickly cupped your face in his hands as you pulled away with half-lidded eyes. You smiled at him, sure that your face was as red as a tomato right now. Ginning at you, with a small glint in his eyes and a blush on his face. He gently grabbed your chin before kissing you again this time to your surprise. You wrapped your arms around his neck gently and ran your fingers down the shaved part of his undercut, and down his neck. Time seemed to stop around you both. Your heart was beating fast and you swore he could probably hear it too.

Eventually, the moment was ruined by someone clearing their throat who just so happened to be the janitor Roberto. (I'm sorry but like-) He looked at you both disgusted as you both stood looking at him. You began to hide behind Nai blushing, while he shot daggers toward the janitor.

"Go get a room. Jeez, kids are gross," He said as he continued to mop the floors.

After you both watched him leave, Nai gently pecked your lips again before resting his forehead against yours.

I guess music really does bring people together..

The End...

OMG FINALLY. This took me too long to type and I said "Nai" Too many times lmao. But, I really enjoyed writing this! Anyway- I hope you all enjoyed this long oneshot. Thank you so much for reading this. :))

#knives x reader #trigun knives #millions knives #trigun fluff #trigun stampede #trigun #DR4KEN #oneshot #fluff #college au

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gayuu-the-necromancer · 1 year

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Chapter 2

Boundary Between Good And Evil

???: "Wait!!"

(.....!)

I see a little girl and an angry man leaped in front of me, entangled.

Little girl: "Ow!"

He shakes her wrist roughly and I see a small twinkle between her closed fist.

(Is she a thief?)

Man: "I'll make sure you can't use that arm of yours!"

The man raised a fire poker.

(If you hit her hard with that it will break her bones for sure!)

A moment unfolds before my eyes and----

Kate: "Wait!"

Unintentionally, I shouted.

Man: "Huh?! What do you want?"

(I didn't mean to step in, but...!)

Kate: "Hey, first return what you stole. After that, I'll listen to what you have to say."

Little girl: "Ngh!"

Man: "Ow!?"

(Huh!?)

The little girl took this opportunity to kick the man in the arm and disappeared into the crowd.

Man: "Come back, you bitch! And you, what the hell were you trying to do, huh!?"

Kate: "S-Sorry, I didn't mean to...."

(It didn't come to my mind that she would kick the man and run away)

I regret sticking my nose into other people's business, but I'm sure it will haunt me later.

Man: "She stole something very expensive from me! Of course, you're going to pay me for that, right?"

Kate: "Yes, I'll pay you!"

I can feel tears running down my face, as I took out my purse.

...........

Man with long black hair: ".....I see. So that's the cute little robin."

...........

Kate: "Haa....I did it again."

(Although to that jeweler, that little girl may have been an outright bad person, stealing things)

(But I also didn't think it was good to...hurt and blame the little girl who was so cornered that she had to steal)

Everyone knows that East London is full of people living in poverty.

I couldn't just stand by and watch a little girl get hurt without knowing what kind of feelings she was having about stealing.

(But in the end, the jeweler was victimized and the child got away with the crime)

Kate: "....I don't know if what I did was good or bad."

Kate: "All I know is I'm a little short on money for tickets to this month's play."

It is my humble hobby to go to the theater once every few months with the salary I have saved up.

(I was supposed to save up enough after today's delivery...looks like I won't be able to make it this month)

Kate: "Well, I guess there is no point in crying over the spilled milk. I'll just have to make some more money again!"

...........

Kate: "I'm back."

Postmaster: "Kate! Thank god you're here!.....No wait! On second thoughts maybe not, the streets at this hour would be dangerous..."

Kate: "What's wrong?"

Colleague: "Actually, we're understaffed. There is still a vacancy for night delivery."

(Night delivery...that's it!)

Kate: "I'll do it!"

Postmaster: "Are you sure, you will be safe? I appreciate the help...but."

Postmaster: "Okay look, the delivery block is a safe townhouse area, but don't wander off carelessly."

Kate: "Got it!"

(Great! Now can make up for the money I lost earlier!)

(It's my first time doing night delivery...as long as I'm cautious, I'll be fine)

..........

Man with long black: "Now, gentlemen, are you ready?"

Man that looks like a cat: "Of course, Victor. It's been a long time since we've all been on a mission together. It's very exciting."

Aloof man: "You're getting too excited. Too much excitement can backfire and you'll end up hurting yourself. So just chill."

Man with a gun: "I'll fix you up if you're not too badly hurt. If you die, then I'll have one less person to help me with my research."

Man that looks like a cat: "Thank you, Roger. As expected from a former doctor."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: ".......Al, do I have to go too?"

Gentlemanly man: "Yes. It's a lovely evening and there may be something you're looking for in the target's mansion."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: "Really....okay."

Best man: "If we're going anyway, get on with it quickly. Unlike the nobles, I don't have time for this."

Tall young man: "You don't have business meetings or collections scheduled for tonight."

Best man: "Tsk....Can't you just read the room and not be honest for once. Shut up."

Man with red eyes: "As you can see, the Crown is ready, Victor."

Man with long black hair: "Ahaha, as usual. You guys are so carefree. Well, let's get started then."

Man with long black hair: "Loyalty to your evil tonight."

Chapter 3 - Invitation To The Dark Night

#ikemen series #ikemen villain #ikemen villains #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikemen mc

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soraviie · 1 year

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mtl wait the longest to introduce you to the members/close family

TAEHYUNG/YOONGI — I think Taehyung would have a festering fear of something going wrong. Either them not liking you, you not liking them or even both. So as to not lose anyone, he'd perhaps end up gatekeeping you in a way lmao. He'd give excuses and empty promises about someday arranging a meetup but once the date draws nearer, the details remain just as foggy. As for Yoongi even though the members are family, he'd want to keep this part of himself, one that he is with you and by extension the life that you both share, his own. His own private island. He'd show them a picture of you (or someone *cough* Jimin *cough* would just happen to be be peeking over Yoongi's shoulder as he received your selfie), talk about you a bit but wouldn't necessarily be all that keen on making acquaintances you feel

NAMJOON — he wouldn't exactly hide you but he'd want to have this...I don't know a moment of still point. Want to or not, introducing you to members or family is taking the next step, especially family, so for some time he'd just want there to be you and him, no questions, no side stares, no possible conflicts. For some time he'd just want there to be a peace

HOSEOK — similar to Joon but just does not try too hard in either direction. He's not actively trying to either hide you or introduce you to everyone. They know he's seeing you, he's definitely gushed at one point and at another has bought a shit ton of presents for you but his thinkig is sort of to let it unfold naturally. If someone hops by his home and you're there he's game but he won't like orchastrate a big ass date and event, at least not with the members. Maybe. Hoseok is hard to read (T_T)

JUNGKOOK — I feel like he'd be kind of easy-going about the introduction part, given how much everyone adores him (lmao yeah, he might be banking on his own charms rather than yours) and how much he'd actually start scrapping if anyone said anything ill-meaning towards you. Legit would go:

"☺ this is ________________ ☺ and look how well we're all getting along 😃🔪"

JIMIN — he wouldn't force it but the meetings would occur fairly quickly, especially with the members 'cause 1. they're actually glued to each other 2. he'd lug you around probably. There's no way Jimin wouldn't ask you to hear a demo or watch a dance practice or be there at a concert so the introductions would happen almost by proxy. As for family, it'd also be relatively soon but for some reason I imagine him calling ahead and already telling them all about you before hand so the reactions in person are a bit rehearsed hehe

JIN — The fastest. I don't know but I think he's partially traditional like that and partially he wants to just get it over with (T-T) I've said it before and I'll say it again — he would deadass quiz you on what to reply for which question, what to ask and how to act, especially if it's his parents and it's not because he's ashamed of you or wants to change your personality. It is simply to ensure smooth sailing and that no one ends up with sour feelings. You and his family or members being on the opposing sides of the conflict would literally be the worst for him.

#bts x y/n #bts x you #bts x reader #bts mtl #bts reactions #file.mtl

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Thanks for the save - Sonadow Prime (ONESHOT)

A/N: Anything will bold, italics, and underlines is an A/N.

Literally screeching at the show it feeds my sonadow brainrot sm!!

This was more of writing practice than anything (and I felt bad for not giving yall stuff for a long time)

Sonic

By the time I registered the fact that missiles were headed toward me, it was too late. I closed my eyes, waiting for the explosion that would surely launch me far away from my current position.

But it never came.

I opened my eyes and saw Shadow carrying me. I heard him say the words "Probably gonna regret that," over my shoulder.

"Aw, I heart you too, Shadow," I replied.

While it was really just a teasing joke thrown his way, there was a bit more... depth to the phrase too.

We got back to the fight.

Shadow

I was fighting the "child-like" member of the Chaos Council when my guard fell and he grabbed me. I felt the robot's crushing grip more and more each second. I couldn't move. He pointed something I can only think to be a missile launcher at my face, preparing to shoot me dead.

In that instant, I heard Sonic call out to me. I turned my head and saw him running toward the robot and me. In a split second, he was here, attacking the robot. I fell to the floor.

I wanted to get up and help, but I was incredibly tired. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Sonic's battle with the two Chaos Council members. He was moving much faster than he normally does, I noted.

I sorta forgot how the episode ended or what happened after these scenes, so forgive me-- Just think of this as an alternate ending. (although it wouldve been that anyway)

3rd-person POV

After Nine left Sonic by himself, Shadow walked over to provide some comfort. After all, depression gets in the way of efficiency, so he wanted to do away with that problem. At least, that's what he told himself. He knew deep down that he didn't like seeing Sonic sad. The sight of Sonic being hurt sent pangs piercing through his heart, and he didn't know why. But he knew the cause of it.

Sonic's sadness.

"..."

He wasn't good at comforting others. Hell, he usually made them feel worse.

So he decided to distract Sonic from Nine's betrayal.

"...Thanks for saving me earlier." Shadow noticed the rotation of Sonic's ears in his direction.

"You're... thanking me...?"

Shadow understood the confusion, at least partially. He wasn't one to thank others. At most, he would dismiss it, or reply with anger instead. Still, it sort of hurt to think that Sonic wasn't capable of thinking Shadow had the decency to thank people once in a while.

"What else would 'Thanks for saving me earlier' mean?"

Sonic chuckled, with a bit of nervousness lining his reply. "N-Nothing, it's just unlike you, Shadow."

"I still have the decency to appreciate actions too, you know."

"Since when did I say you couldn't?"

Shadow was slightly taken aback by Sonic's response, but managed to regain his composure enough to give a response of his own.

"Hm. You didn't."

"Exactly, Shads." Sonic teased. "Stop assuming things about me and how I feel about you."

"Shads? Since when have I ever been called Shads?"

"Since now, obviously, you goofball!" Sonic stuck his tongue out easily.

Shadow chuckled, "Of course."

A moment of uninterrupted silence unfolded, as the two hedgehogs sat together. Until it was then interrupted.

Sonic looked at Shadow. "Since we're on the topic of thanking people..."

Shadow's ears perked up just a bit.

"Thanks for the save earlier, when the missiles were headed for me."

"Well, I couldn't just let you die, now could I?"

Sonic laughed a bit at that. Shadow noted how joyful his laugh sounded, full of happiness and with a charming ring to it.

"Well, yeah, but you could've also continued fighting and finished off Dr. Deep. I probably would've survived anyway." Sonic added under his breath, "Although maybe not in fighting condition..."

Another moment of silence hung between them.

"I don't like it when you're hurt."

Sonic looked mildly surprised at Shadow's statement, but he managed to reply with a tease anyway.

"Ah, so do our fights not count?"

Shadow smirked back.

"I should've said 'I don't like it when someone that isn't me hurts you.' "

Sonic laughed again, this time much more than before. Shadow let out a few laughs of his own.

"I like spending time with you, Shadow."

"Me too, Sonic."

Aight so if i remember correctly, Shadow actually isn't fighting Dr Deep when he saves Sonic, he's hiding from the Chaos Council (they think he died). But this is a fanfiction so I do whatever I want. Hell, I could've made Obama appear out of nowhere and recite the vaporeon copypasta (although I'd never live it down if I wrote that)

#sonic series #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic franchise #sth #sonic fanfic #sonic fanfiction #oneshot #sonadow #shadonic #sonadow prime #shadow x sonic #sonic prime spoilers #sonic prime s2 #sonic prime season 2

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c3e34

I never stay up for the whole ep any more, so I am so tired, but my heart is so full of love and pain and it was very worth it.

Ugh the fact that it was Laudna, who walks so close to death, who is Imogen's first and most beloved, who's dead now. That Orym and Fearne both survived (and I'm so so glad and relieved to have them back! But Laudnaaaaaaaaaa), but Laudna who was still hanging on by a thread at the end of last week who's gone now.

My heart for the misery and desperation and horrible choice of who to rez, but also for the complete lack of recrimination afterwards. It would have been so easy to bite at each other, to turn on each other, but they have been so so firm and stubborn. (And there's this pervasive awareness throughout the entire group that we're treating Imogen like a grieving widow, that Laudna was her person. Laudna belonged to the Hells in the way all the Hells belong to one another, but she was Imogen's person, and everybody there knows it, and every single soul in that group would go down on their knees on broken glass rather than utter a single syllable to suggest this is Imogen's fault. That it's anybody's fault.)

Ashton, so goddamn dead-set on fixing this. Looking for a thing to do. Ashton who spent all of last episode from the edge of stress to the edge of panic, because chaos was unleashing around him and there was nothing he could do. (And we get that backstory story NOW, after all that, the story of a small, soft-bodied child surrounded by primeval chaos and horror that tore through everybody they knew and loved, that's the story we get after last episode. But Ashton's not even thinking about their own issues right now. Just living in them. Just steeping in those issues, determined to find control, to take control, to make things right by force, to not be held helpless to the murder done by an uncaring universe.)

Fearne, Fearne who broke my goddamned heart, because Fearne is always, always, always okay! Even when her parents show up out of nowhere and her whole backstory comes crashing in, she has a smile! It's a smile of murderous frustration, but it's still a sweet little smile and an unpredictable Fearne who nobody knows what she'll do next. Fearne who is not smiling, Fearne who is on her knees, who's shocked, who's sad, who's scared. Who's panicking on her knees, "I don't know what to do, Imogen, I don't know what to do." Fearne loves Orym so, so, so much. She loves this group, collectively, even more. She loves so easily and with such genial gaiety but it goes so, so, so deep and she was so scared and over her head.

I am thinking about Orym's survivor's guilt and I am thinking about Orym wanting to be done but having more work to do and more love to give, and I am thinking about Orym stabbing the point of his sword through a man's foot and saying, "I'm the nonviolent solutions guy". Thinking about a 26 intimidation check and a very tired, very very unhappy halfling, who could definitely be a powderkeg if he wants to be.

(Orym saying, the de Rolos. Keyleth. Orym who is the only person in this group who's gotten the story of the Sun Tree on camera, the only person who could possibly have the context for just what reparations, exactly, Vox Machina might feel they owe this woman. Imogen thought Delilah Briarwood was a minor evil deity. FCG seems to vaguely think she's still ruling Whitestone. But Orym knows, as much as anyone who wasn't there. Orym's seen the Sun Tree. He's heard the stories. His father-in-law was there, the last time Delilah Briarwood died.

In conclusion:

I think I'd love to see Keyleth being the one to rez Laudna. Becaue of poetry, yes, but also because of the spell. Druids don't get Raise Dead. Druids get reincarnate.

I want to see what becomes of Laudna, when her age and species and body's history unfolds itself into a new shape. All those things she thought could never change again, even if she wanted them to. Does Delilah back off, if Laudna's new body is not undead? Does she get worse?

#cr spoilers #c3e34 #no but seriously falling alseep directly on the keyboard #gonna go pass out

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Now where do I find the words to describe chapter 14. I don’t think such words exist as nothing can encapsulate the way this wrecked me- but in the best way possible.

The way you didn't just revolve it around y/ns trauma but the reaction and emotions of the other characters makes it so much more realistic and enticing as a reader. I’m so glad they’re finally communicating, while I definitely prefer angst, breaking it up with such sweet and fluffy scenes allows the angst to be of much greater calibre as we have grown to love the characters and relationships as well as empathise with them which makes it all the more painful. Y/N having ‘relapses’ per say, of the attack is so reminiscent of what too many of us go through in real life, and im glad to see that portrayed in a fictional sense rather than her simply moving on with ease and it was genuinely written so well.

And thank you so much for touching on the taboo of therapy. My parents never allowed me to have it even when I very clearly needed it and now I feel ashamed of wanting to reach out as a result of that, so its comforting to see my favourite fictional characters be able to discuss that so nonchalantly.

I never in my life believed id be able to read over 14k words in one sitting but here we are thanks to your beautiful mind. As always I’m left so hungry for more and can’t wait to see the next portion of the story unravel.

- 👻 anon

oh 👻 thank you so much this was too kind of you to say.

while we are moving on to a much happier part of this fic (and quite honestly getting close to the end....) she still has things to work through and that's going to come up again. her working through the idea of a claim, her neck being touched, and also just the idea of sharing herself so fully with the boys and giving them control (even when she knows they're safe) is all going to be dealt with between the fun smut and happy times.

the other thing that's also coming is some more miscommunication because yes, they're working at it, but it's not like two conversations magically cures them all of their personalities or human nature lol

that being said, we're definitely on the path to a HEA ending for everyone, and i'm excited to show that unfolding over the next two to three chapters while it wraps up.

also, just as a therapy aside, i'm sorry that your parents made that difficult. i had a similar experience, my mom very much ties the idea of therapy to "being crazy" which is such an old school and unhelpful mentality. now as an adult i've been able to get so much more out of mental health services, and i really recommend embracing them when it's safe to do so 💗

#answered anon #👻 anon #tnt ask

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liviavanrouge · 2 months

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One and Only

"Fire on fire would normally kill us"

Satan: *Watches Eve fix his Hanfu* This feels silky...it's comfortable

Eve: *Beams up at him, her eyes sparkling* Really!?

Satan: Yes, it is ticklish though

Eve: *Giggles beaming at him*

Satan: *Looks away, hiding his expression*

"But this much desire, together, we're winners"

Eve: *Beams, running from Belial's side* Satan!

Belial: *Walks after her*

Satan: *Runs over then stops, lifting his arms*

Eve: *Leaps into his arms, smiling wide as he caught her*

Mammon: Down bad-

Satan: *Glares at Mammon* QUIET!!!

"They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners"

Eve: *Stares up at Satan surprised, her back against the wall with his hand on her waist*

Satan: *Grips Eve's hand, narrowing his eyes* You were having a lot of fun...

Eve: Hm?

Satan: Mammon and his little jokes.

Eve: *Giggles, placing her free hand on his cheek* Satan, I'll always and only be your girl..

Satan: Good..

"But don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms"

Eve: *Laughs, letting the demon children play with her hair*

Satan: *Watches her, his hands stuffed in his pockets*

Sitri: She's good with kids..

Eve: *Smiles, fixing a childs grip on her hair* Oh careful, you tugged..

Satan: *Grins* She is...

Eve: *Laughs, hugging two of the giggling children the others braiding her hair the best they could*

"'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me"

Satan: *Sits still letting Eve toy with his hair*

Eve: *Hugs his hair giggling* It's like a soft cloud~

Satan: Humans and hair

Eve: *Comes from behind him* I love you~~

Satan: *Looks away hiding his expression* Yeah, I know..

Eve: *Giggles amused*

"And look in my eyes"

Eve: *Lays beside Satan then pokes his cheek*

Satan: *Looks at Eve* I'm not asleep

Eve: *Yells in alarm, Satan keeping her from falling off the bed*

Satan: *Grins* Scared?

Eve: You meanie

Satan: *Chuckles* You poked me

Eve: *Pouts*

"You are perfection, my only direction"

Eve: *Stares forward, her eyes lighting up at the strung up lights*

Mammon: Want me to walk you, Eve?

Eve: *Looks at Mammon's offered hand then turns away* Sorry Mammon..the only demons hand I'll take is Satan's

Mammon: *Chuckles* I see

Satan: *Smiles, holding his hand out*

Eve: *Smiles slightly, taking his hand*

"It's fire on fire

Eve: *Steps into a river her feet bare as the water soaked the ends of her hanfu*

Satan: Eve, you'll-

Eve: *Turns around and smiles*

Satan: *Stares with wide eyes, his hand frozen mid lift*

Eve: Join me? The water feels refreshing around my toes

Satan: *Lowers his hand and nods* Alright

Eve: *Beams giggling* Yay!

~~~~~

"You are perfection, my only direction"

Satan: *Stares down at Davina and Davino*

Davino(4): Papa...can I have a new book?

Satan: You finished them all already..?

Davina: *Giggles* Davino loves reading!

Satan: *Stares at Davino* You....are so much like your mother..from the shape of your eyes, to the color......you're a male version carbon copy

Davino: Mom?

Davina: Mama had white hair?

Satan: No, you both got that from me..but everything else is just like her..

Satan: Let's get you that book

"It's fire on fire"

Sitri: Your majesty, I'm here for the twi-

Sitri: *Stares with wide eyes stunned* Your..majesty..?

Satan: *Lays asleep with the twins on a couch, their eyes closed*

Davina: *Lays asleep on Satan's chest*

Davino: *Asleep beside Satan, his book hanging from his hand, Satan's arm around him*

Eve: *Looks at Sitri and puts a finger to her lips*

Sitri: Understood... *Turns and leaves the room*

Eve: My babies... *Smiles at the three, fading away slowly* My lovely babies...

#whb mc #whb mammon #whb satan #whb #whb belial #whb sitri #prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#prettybusy #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad?#what in hell is bad satan

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OK, arrived at Moonrise again and shit is already intense. There are a LOT of dead bodies strewn on the entrance bridge. O.O;

Mostly Harpers and Flaming Fist, but some Absolute zealots too. And you can just see down at the end that Jaheira is alive and well, with some more of the Hapers and Fist, and staring the place down! Let's go talk to her.

Fuck yeah.

"'Unshackled from shadows, she will rise in moonlit glory and carve a path of brightness to the accursed one's second death.' So sayeth the wise Alaundo."

Nice to know Alaundo was up to even more prophecies than just the one that haunted Caden all the way through BG1/2. Jaheira has a slightly sardonic tinge to her voice as she says this; I wonder if she is thinking of the last time she watched a prophecy unfold before her eyes.

They can see the bright white flash of Aylin's wings over the top of the tower, just for a moment before she vanishes. Jaheira watches in silence, then turns to Hector with a gaze hard as flint.

"That beacon of angelic wrath has taken the fight to Ketheric on the rooftop, and the first line of defense are dead. But storming the castle won't be easy, and if we wait too long, Ketheric will gather his strength and retaliate." She smiles coldly; her words are brisk, almost military practical, but there is a sort of dark satisfaction behind them that cannot quite be masked. "For now, though, he's on the back foot for the first time since he returned from the grave."

She cocks her head at him. "This is it, the spearhead moment. You've brought us this far, so how shall we proceed?"

Hector blinks several times rapidly. It is one thing to be fighting in his own little group against the enemies they keep running up against - but this is an attack with an army. He knows plenty of theoretical strategy, but that was from dry books in a dusty library miles and miles from here. He's no soldier.

But Karlach is.

She's close at his side; she's still sticking quite close to him after yesterday's explosions, and he to her, although the desperate need for contact has eased a little after some rest. He glances sideways at her, offers a slight smile and a jerk of the head. You know more about this than I do, love.

Karlach raises an eyebrow, and then grins at Jaheira, the fire lighting in her eyes. "We move in and secure the ground floor first," she says briskly. "Cut off all exits."*

Jaheira nods approvingly, satisfied with this answer. "A sound strategy. Once it's done, me and my Harpers will hold the ground floor while you hunt down the general himself." She glances over her shoulder at the dark, imposing shadow of the tower behind her. "Florrick left some of her Flaming Fist. They'll scout the prisons and barracks below, to ensure we're not taken by surprise."

Hector considers telling her that he and his companions mostly decimated the Absolutist force holding the prisons, but it feels like a strange and uncomfortable thing to brag about. Besides... his thoughts shy away from the memory of the other thing in the basement and in the walls. Perhaps it is better safe than sorry.

"Say the word," Jaheira says, "and we're off."

Hector glances at his companions. Karlach is, of course, revved up for combat; her engine is sparking in her chest and her greatsword is already out in her hands. Wyll is standing square-shouldered and stoic, balanced forward on the balls of his feet in a combat stance Hector recognizes, ready to dart in any direction. Shadowheart... is unusually withdrawn at the rear of the group, her eyes haunted, expecting something to dart out of the shadows at her at any moment - but he can see her determination, too, still not quite broken in spite of all her torment.

"Let's do this," Hector says, as much to his friends as to Jaheira. And gods... I hope we're ready.

* Artistic license; in game this whole conversation was Hector.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #i had the option to bring jaheira into my party here which is SUPER tempting but #we've already dropped one of Hector's usual party to bring wyll along #and i want shadowheart and karlach with me for this

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Know No Fear 2

and we're back with my boy Thiel rip Thiel he tried to justify himself with his captain. it did not work. skjdfhlsdf he's been waiting for three hours and the MOMENT he goes to touch the fancy weapons collection is when someone else shows up, what a mood

welp. Thiel figures he's in about as much trouble as it's possible to be in. in which case…time to practice swordfighting and looking cool with all the fancy weapons around here that he'll never be able to touch again i am reminded of why i love Thiel

Look, Ventanus, they call it a speeder, not a slower

okay so, these two later get established as being married i'm going "huh??"

this doesn't read like he knows her super well

okay i take it back he's definitely wife guy and they're definitely close

thousand sons: am i a joke to you

it's the little bits of horror that get you

lorgar is hilarious i love this guilliman: yeah we have a slight delay of scrapcode that came from outside lorgar: HDU ACCUSE US AFTER EVERYTHING WEVE BEEN THROUGH I AM SHOCKED AND HURT AT THIS HDU HUMILIATE MY WORD BEARERS they talk it out and lmaoooo

just cackling here OHOHOHO IM SURE THEY WILL BE PUT TO REST i love dramatic irony a normal amount

we're back to Thiel who FELL ASLEEP and of course that's when Guilliman comes in the room

Thiel is EXTREMELY relatable sdlkjfshdlf GUILLIMAN COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIEL and only came in here to think

incredible thiel: it's fine, i'm a minor detail guilliman: There is no such thing as a minor detail and then guilliman goes into thinking about Lorgar out loud Thiel: ???? ok

LET HIM SPEAK

oh, thiel BUT THE NEXT LINE

the beginning of a beautiful friendship XD and then he just leaves thiel there and is like "ok i'll deal with you later"

okay you know what fair's fair this is a good line good couple of lines abnett can sometimes write okay the logistics are bothering me again

well for one ISSTVAN III WAS VIRUS BOMBED then fire bombed how many space marines were there even to harvest Isstvan V though, no objections on that front except WHAT is the timeline here the word bearers had chaos plot holes on their side to organize this whole thing

okay, creepy

erebus, can you be normal about being a dark apostle of the ruinous powers for once in your life i am now 104 pages into a 414 page book and it still keeps drawing out the time before the attack it keeps ominously ending scenes without anything happening just people feeling ominous or the narration making ominous statements or a word bearer saying something ominous OKAY FINALLY

also im finding it fun that the ship the word bearers took over to use as their attack vector is called the Campanile bell tower

current death toll: probably a hair less than a hundred thousand in 1s THE POWER OF THROWING A SHIP AT A BUNCH OF OTHER SHIPS okay this was good

okay for all i complained about the slow pace earlier, i really do like how the whole initial explosion is structured, from a writing perspective it's very cinematic (positive) i say positive because it's not actually trying to be a movie, it's a book that unfolds in a cinematic manner another winner

from what I've seen so far, Know No Fear might be Abnett's best book and I don't mean that as a backhanded compliment like Haley, he had a serious level up from writing Horus Rising though I think Horus Rising had better writing than Valedor tbh

okay this is actually cooler on reread because the whole purpose of this is to basically use Calth's sun up and kill it in order to create the Ruinstorm oh of course the first one to initiate ship to ship combat is Kor Phaeron aw yeah the skitarii dude i remember him being cool also the scene with Hesst dying in Tawren's arms hits even harder knowing that they're married

also, guilliman managing the chaos and putting things together is very cool everyone's freaking out and he's just sitting there listening and reading all the data

he does kind of hammer things in but I think it actually works here probably because there's a lot of different plot threads and POVs going on and yet it doesn't drag and they all feel equally important that's some writing chops it's because it's very much a story about a disaster and how people respond to it the disaster is in fact the main character

also it doesn't get too dark, either, despite all the horror and that in the end the bad guys win, kind of well, they achieve their objective but that doesn't mean that what all the characters do doesn't matter

WHY DOES EVERYONE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT COOKED HUMAN FAT what is with chaos side and this can we not but also it's funny to me that this is used to summon Kor Phaeron

okay our death count is now in the millions rip the southern hemisphere

at least there isn't any onscreen cannibalism

okay so Guilliman had this message on repeat beseeching Lorgar to talk and stop firing except now things are becoming clearer so, well

#warhammer 40k #bluejay reads warhammer

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lovearion · 11 months

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SCARLET HOLLOW ASK GAME

saw this scarlet hollow ask game floating around and it seemed fun so I also tried filling it out myself!

TRAITS:

Your "canon" trait combination? I honestly have no idea, but if I have to choose maybe my Keen Eye + Talk to Animals run, which was the run I had the most fun with, or my Book Smart + Hot run, which was my first run.

What third trait would you add for hardcore mode? Probably Mystical. It offers unique insights about events, things, AND people, which I found to be really interesting! And you can also have people thinking you're a total weirdo, so that's a plus!

What trait are you least drawn to? Powerful Build. I'm not really a strength type of person in video games, and I just don't think this trait will suit me in any way. I mean come on, I get sick easily and I have a pretty weak physique, I can't even open a bottle cap for the life of me, I just can't relate </3

Coolest trait? Talk to Animals. Hands down. It makes the game so much more fun and I love Dustin and the other animals with all my heart!

ROMANCE:

Who are you romancing? I'll romance everyone at some point but my main is definitely Reese! <3 His loser boy vibes have ensnared me, I'm so in love with him to the point it always takes everything in me not to flirt with him whenever I try to romance the other characters lol. Wayne is a close second tho. I love that creepy stalker <3 lmao. He's definitely an intriguing fellow, and despite the characters thinking he's a total creep, I actually find him trying to protect us kind of sweet, although I know there's definitely more to that than what meets the eye.

What romance are you least interested in? Dr. Kelly, yeah I think this one is pretty self explanatory considering how much I love Reese lol. I know Sybil should be on here too but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see what an absolute trainwreck romancing her would turn out to be, I'd definitely want to see how that unfolds lmao

Who would you romance if every single character was eligible? Still Reese, he's my number 1 boy, but if we're just talking about the non romanceables, then I'd say Isaacs and Bo! Bo seems like such a sweet guy, and Isaacs is quite interesting, I hope we could get to know them better.

MISCELLANEOUS:

What character would hurt you the most if something bad happened to them? Tabitha, I've grown attached to her and she's been going through a rough time her whole life already, the poor woman deserves a break from everything, I'm taking her with me and we can go to the beach together!! And Dustin, I love that little guy I would rather die than let something bad happen to him, my heart won't be able to bear it </3

Would you stay in Scarlet Hollow when the week is over? It definitely depends on how things pan out, so my opinion could change once new chapters get released, but at the moment I'm not very keen on staying. It's obvious the town is going to crumble soon enough, I'm probably just going to take the characters I like and then run the hell away from there. And besides, I did promise Reese that he can live with me in my apartment in the city with my cat Truck, and I definitely plan on upholding my end of that deal!!

Who would you vote for dog mayor? Scraps. No questions asked. I trust Gretchen's judgement, and besides, I saw him in action and it's obvious he really cares about the animal population, he'll be a great leader!

#this was fun!!!#scarlet hollow #ask game #i didn't realize my answers were this long omfg #forgive me i'm brainrotting very hard over this game rn #i've been dying to post this but it took me so long to fill it out because i kept changing my answers 😭

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How do you think things would have went if Queen Rhaella survived Daenerys birth?

Depends on how hard Robert was trying to kill Daenerys and Viserys, and the kind of person Rhaella is. All that's really known about her is that she didn't want to marry her brother, she was dutiful, and she protected Viserys from Aerys to the best of her ability. Apart from that, her biography is just a series of things happening to her, which makes it difficult to discern who she was.

As it is, we know that Daenerys and Viserys survived because they had protectors. Say that these protectors watched over Rhaella too, and say that Robert wouldn't be trying to kill an adult Targaryen harder than he did the kids, and say that there are no assassins looking to take out Rhaella specifically, then we're looking at Rhaella surviving all the way into where the series begins.

I imagine with Rhaella alive, Viserys and Daenerys are less likely to end up impoverished. It was the death of their protector, Ser Willem Barry, that led to them being effectively homeless. Rhaella would have been able to marry a nobleman, or, should that be beneath her, she would still have been an adult watching over them.

(And no, this may be Westeros but goddamnit we're not going the prostitute Rhaella route. Daenerys and Viserys were never forced to prostitute themselves (marriage to Khal Drogo excepted), they coasted off of powerful friends to get by. Having an adult around should make them better off, not worse.)

Viserys' mental health might be better, though that's a heavy "might". He turned on Daenerys because he needed someone to blame for his circumstance, and she was the one he could abuse. He also, at another point, strikes a servant Daenerys sent to him because he was upset with his sister. The man processes emotion by channeling it into anger, and he will take it out on anyone he considers below him.

Had his mother been alive, he wouldn't have been blaming Daenerys for her death but that's not to say he wouldn't have found something else to blame her or, perhaps more likely, that he wouldn't have turned on his mother and blamed her for everything. Conversely, perhaps having his mother around would have made him emotionally healthier and better adjusted, and he wouldn't be lashing out at the people around him the way he does in canon in the first place. It would depend on the people Rhaella and Viserys are.

Either way, Daenerys didn't kill her mother in childbirth so she's already better off in this AU. If Rhaella is a good mother to her and Viserys doesn't abuse her than Daenerys is looking at a straight up not-entirely-terrible childhood.

As for Rhaella herself... gosh, this depends on how things would unfold, on how destitute she would be, and the kind of person she is, but considering the hell she endured by Aerys' side I can imagine that being free of him would be, in its own way, liberating. Yes, she lost a son and two grandchildren, as well as a kingdom, so I can't imagine she'd be anything close to okay, but she would have a surviving son and an infant daughter that depended on her. She either cracks under the pressure or rises to the occasion.

Should she crack under the pressure, then... well, then Daenerys marries Khal Drogo. Viserys is murdered by the Dothraki, and Rhaella gets to watch her daughter walk into a pyre only to become the Mother of Dragons.

In that case, then Rhaella's impact on the story is that Daenerys is that much less adoring of her Targaryen legacy. She has a flesh and blood Targaryen queen by her side and the woman has never been a mother to her, nevermind anything that could be called a dragon.

Should Rhaella rise to the occasion and be a good mother to her children who provides for them, then the Dothraki marriage doesn't happen. Khal Drogo had ten thousand men to offer, Viserys was desperate and foolish to accept. As it is, I strongly doubt Rhaella would even want to reclaim the Iron throne. It's a fool's errand, for one thing, and something that caused her nothing but destruction. She couldn't marry the man she loved, she was trapped in a marriage to a man who'd rape her while her so-called guards stood idly by, and her son was butchered along with his wife and children. I can't imagine going back to Westeros, a venture that would almost certainly fail and get her remaining children killed anyway, would have any appeal to her.

More likely, Rhaella shops around the Free Cities for a good husband to Daenerys and a rich wife to Viserys. She might even marry herself, should she find someone who seems trustworthy and who can provide for her and her children.

When Westeros burns because of ridiculous wars and ice zombies, Rhaella watches from afar with an umbrella drink, shrugs, and goes about the rest of her day.

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