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bejeweledreverie · 3 months

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Where The Ocean Waves Met My Anxious Heart And Your Strong Embrace

wc: around 1.5k

warnings: reader almost drowning (as a flashback), mentions of fear of death, panic attack, written in 1st person, english is not my first language, ooc rafe?, fluff, not fully proofread

a/n: AAAA my first fic and i am not sure how to feel about it. truly hope it makes sense. comment if you want to be added to the taglist for future fics (ideally would love to put out one fic every week but we'll see how that goes ;-; )!! if you liked this, please comment and reblog <333

p.s. can't decide if the title fits this at all

I never liked him. In fact, I want to gag anytime the name ‘Rafe Cameron’ leaves someone's mouth. He had somehow (unsurprisingly) lived up to his title in the Outer Banks, the Kook Prince. An arrogant and cocky asshole was all that he was to me.

I never really cared about the whole Pogues and Kooks thing. I was friends with both, in fact Kie, Pope, John B and JJ were some of my closest friends. Just because I live in Figure Eight, doesn’t make me better than those who live on the Cut. That is what my parents always taught me, since both of them also used to be Pogues.

But I was never gonna live it down when it came to the eldest Cameron offspring. He always calls me ‘the rip-off Kook’.

Sarah and I have been best friends since forever, but I never got along with Rafe. Ever. Even when we were kids, he always annoyed me, trying and often succeeding at pissing me off or upsetting me.

You would think that we would’ve grown out of our childish antics as time went on, but it only got worse. We could never pass each other without sending glares or saying snarky remarks.

It’s a Friday night in late June. My family and I are at Cameron's for our annual summer barbecue.

I had left my camera there a couple days prior after a sleepover with Sarah. As always, I was tasked to document the gathering, so I went inside to look for it.

And that is why I found myself in Rafe’s room, looking for my camera, that Sarah had left there for some unknown reason to me.

I had been in there a couple times before, but I never had the chance to check it out completely.

I was surprised to find the wall behind his bed covered in photos. Was he also into photography?

My eyes drifted to the window that overlooked the front yard of Tannyhill.

There was soft music playing, as our families were conversing, sipping on wine and enjoying the food. My need to capture this moment became unignorable. But as I turned to grab my camera from his desk, I saw Rafe standing behind me. I flinch from his presence.

“Jesus, can you not creep upon people like that?” I say.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart,” he answers, a lazy smirk on his lips.

I roll my eyes at the nickname, turning back to the window.

“What are you doing in my room, Y/L/N?” he asks, as he moves to stand next to me.

“Came to get this,” I picked up the camera from the desk and prepared to snap the photo I was planning on taking before Rafe interrupted me.

“I find it hard to believe that you only came to take your camera, you wanted to snoop and find something to blackmail me with,” he says, jokingly accusing me with a smirk on his face.

“Oh Cameron, I have known you for over a decade, pretty sure I have enough dirt on you as it is,” I laugh slightly, as I adjust the camera settings.

“Really, because in all these years you have never used it on me.”

“Knowledge is power, Rafael. Don’t expect me to play all of my cards out at once,” I say, zooming in a little bit on the party in the yard.

Once I’m finished taking the photos, I turn to Rafe, finding him already staring at me. I’m used to receiving glares from him, but this time his eyes held something else. An emotion I can’t describe. His gaze was intense.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I turned to look at the photo covered wall.

“I didn’t know you were into photography,” I say, absentmindedly admiring each photo.

Rafe looks down at his shoes, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I, uh, always wanted to try it and I ended up liking it a lot.”

My eyes settle on one particular photo. It’s a photo of the ocean, which appears to be right before the storm.

I look at the date in the bottom right corner and my body freezes.

I can feel the water filling my lungs and I can hear the storm again. The fear of death clouds my brain.

All of a sudden I’m hiccuping for breaths and I feel my legs give out.

…

It was supposed to be a stupid dare, but my stubbornness knows no boundaries.

When JJ jokingly challenged me to surf in the storm, I should’ve just laughed it off, but I didn’t.

Everything was going well, until the wave threw me off the board and I was pushed underwater.

The storm had gotten stronger, so did the waves, and I could barely breathe in when I came up, as another wave pushed me below the surface. Safe to say I was drowning.

I was so scared, but I couldn’t scream out for help. My limbs were burning from trying to stay above water and slowly I gave in.

Suddenly, I felt strong arms wrap around me and attempt to pull me out.

Then it all went black.

…

I felt Rafe’s arms wrap around me to keep me from falling as I choked out a sob. It was like I was experiencing that day all over again. I couldn’t breathe properly and I was shaking like crazy.

“Hey, Y/N, hey! Look at me. You’re safe, you’re not in the water. Just breathe.”

His proximity, my almost drowning, it was too much for me. I tried to wriggle out his grip, failing, as his arms around me only tightened.

“It’s okay, you are safe. I am here.”

I finally let myself collapse into him, sobbing into his chest. He started to rub my back soothingly, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

The blurry images of the waves crashing still flooded my brain.

“I thought I was gonna die,” I sobbed

His arms only tightened around me hearing that sentence.

Once I was calm enough, I pulled away slightly. Rafe was already staring at me, and once again, I couldn’t describe the emotion behind his eyes. Was it pityness? Worry? Or was it care?

No, there is no way he cares about me. We hate each other. Right?

I find myself staring back into his captivating blue eyes.

And then the puzzle pieces start falling into place.

“You saved me that day,” I state, my eyes widening with the realization.

Rafe looks away, his hold on me loosening.

Oh my god. That’s why he knew what my panic attack was about. That’s why after the accident he didn’t talk to me for weeks. Does he actually care about me?

“Rafe, why did you never tell me?” I ask, my hand on his jaw, turning his head so he looks at me.

He sighs, before getting up and walking towards his photo covered wall. He takes off the picture of the ocean from the wall and gestures to me to sit on his bed.

“I, uh,” he starts nervously, “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want things to change between us."

I sat down in front of him, waiting for him to elaborate, nervous as to where this was going.

“Y/N, no matter what happened, you were always there to call me out on my bullshit, whether that was treating my sister poorly or bullying others. You always knew how to put me in my place and I didn’t want that to change.”

I look at him, surprised.

The boy who pulled on my braids in elementary school, the boy who knew which buttons to push to annoy me, that same boy was now sitting in front of me telling me that I am the only thing in his life that he can count on.

He worriedly flips the photo to the other side and hands it to me. I take it and look at the writing on the back of it.

Once I read it, it didn’t take long for our lips to meet for a gentle kiss that is filled with years of pent up emotions and feelings that we didn’t know were there.

His hands are gently cupping my face, as if he was afraid I would break.

When we break apart, a little breathless and dizzy, I once again look at the inscription of the photo and I know that I have never been so sure about something in my life before. Somehow everything that had happened over the last 10 years made perfect sense. And even the accident made sense, because without it, we wouldn’t be here right now smiling shyly at each other.

On the back of the photo, in squiggly handwriting, were written 6 words.

The day I almost lost her.

@winterrrnight @h34rtsformilli

#rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey x reader #rafe x reader #outer banks #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe imagine #rafe cameron x you

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nanamimizz · 6 months

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tags: written for @prettyboykatsuki in mind. reader is gn, and is a rouge with a thief/street urchin background. marriage and discussion of children. takes place in act 3, spoilers for wyll’s personal quest. discussion of marriage. fluff.

synopsis: you overhear wyll bragging to the children. at first you think nothing of it until you hear him say somethings you weren’t privy to.

Wyll is good with children, a truth not doubted but known ever since you had met the fabled folk hero in the Emerald Grove. It’s something you hardly do not think of, if you don’t want to end up in some sort of frenzy of thoughts better left unsaid. At least for the chapter of life you two are currently in. Maybe, you think as you clutch the wishing acorn the love of your life had gifted you in the palm of your hand, maybe when all this is over you could discuss such things as a family with him. When Wyll is free of Mizora’s hands completely, when his father is safe from all plots and schemes and when the little friend in your head has been cast out - yes, you think, you would like to utter the words of a family to Wyll’s ever so kind ear.

Unlike you however, your intended is not as patient as you can hear him bragging to the tiefling children you have both met and saved in your travels to Baldur’s Gate. It makes you chuff, like a pleased tiger and shake your head oh so fondly as he utters tales of your adventures. As you draw near you can make out the words - he’s telling the tales of defeating the goblin camp leaders. The adventure feels like a lifetime ago but not the phantom ache of the knot on your head you sustained from Dror Ragzlin knocking you well and good on the head.

You hear one of the kids, Mattis with his shaggy dark hair and mischievous eyes that glitter like the gold he covets with his not-so-lucky rings.

“Looks like you don’t do much now, do you Blade of Frontiers?” Mattis mocks, snickering behind his red hand. Wyll laughs good-naturedly, letting the teasing roll off his back smoothly like water off a duck’s wing. It’s something you envy, how Wyll is never riled up by such empty words. Mattis pouts, petulant as he throws another half baked insult at the man.

“And what’s with you letting your allies take such a beating - first Karlach now this? Having a hard time picturing what good you are for Blade?” Wyll huffs a chuckle, a smug smile tugging at his full lips and you stare a little too deeply at how white his teeth are in the afternoon sun.

“Things are different now you see - I have another story for you…” Wyll continues on with the tale of where you fought off Roah Moonglow, a Zhentarim trader who stole all the gold in the common’s people’s coffers; there had been a fatal mistake that you had made and Wyll had saved you at the perfect time. Even had a second to spare to throw in a witty comeback and a brilliant smile your way before the fight continued. Mattis’s face scowled as even he had to admit that the story succeeded in making the Blade appear just as cool as you and Karlach.

If barely.

“So what’s different now? Did you finally know how to hold your own in a fight?” Mattis pouts, conceding that maybe the Blade of Frontiers was more cool than dorky. Wyll grins, brilliant teeth on display at the apple of his cheeks raised.

“I’m their husband now. No one can ever hurt them while I’m around.”

Scratch that. The Blade of Frontiers will forever be corny in the eyes of these tiefling children for as long as you and Karlach live - they even think that know-it-all wizard that hangs around you is cool by default. The children all gag, making their sounds of disgust with Mattis being the loudest of them all. They are quick to disperse, going off to do what children do best in the times they live in and you approach Wyll as they leave.

“Calling yourself my husband now are we? It’s been less than a tenday since you asked me to be yours. Unless we’ve had a ceremony within the same amount of time - I think it’s a little too soon to call you such a revered title.”

Wyll jumps at the sound of your voice, your quiet steps always managing to go under his senses. It makes you laugh a little, how the smallest testaments of your background manage to slip past the hero’s defenses. You watch with adoring eyes as Wyll flushes with a warmth that makes him shine in the daylight as he brings a hand to rub at the back of his neck from embarrassment.

“Please - don’t tell me you heard all of that?”

“Oh yes I did. Every word in fact.”

Wyll hisses in embarrassment, and even then he doesn’t hesitate to look back into your eyes when you gently run your hand on his arm.

“Do you mean that - that nothing can hurt me while you are with me?” You ask your voice soft with tentativeness. He softens, gaze going from embarrassment to an eager honesty simmered with so much affection you neve once thought you would be looked at with. Wyll is a smart man, perspective and he knows what it is you ask - the battles that you have yet to face but will have to as fate decrees; its golden thread dictating every action and word that is to be spoken.

Wyll takes the hand on his arm into his and gazes at you, the brown of his eyes turning golden under the warmth of his words.

“Yes, truly. I may be the Blade of Frontiers sworn to protect the Sword Coast but,” he pauses to lick his lips as if tasting the sweetness of his confession before uttering it to you, “I am first and foremost a blade sworn to you. So whenever our enemies are drawn near, don’t hesitate to point me their way.”

The devotion is heavy in each word spoken, something you had never been witness to - loyalty and devotion only gets you killed in the streets. So it takes you a moment to collect yourself, to pick yourself off the floor from the weight of the goodness Wyll holds for you. You swallow before speaking, your voice thick.

“You already asked me to marry you - you don’t need to lay it on thick.” You say, trying to deflect but Wyll only smiles, eyes fond and gently as he lets his thumb caress the top of your hand.

“I know, I can’t help but be sweet to you. And I swear to the Helm I’ll live up to my word everyday.”

You smile, lacing your fingers with his.

“I’ll hold it to you Lord Ravengard.”

“I hope to exceed all expectations.” His smile is smig but his words are warm - lovinging and truthful. Just as Wyll always is.

#lamb.writes #wyll ravengard x reader #wyll x reader #bg3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #tav x wyll #wyll x tav

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winterchimez · 9 months

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Criminal | Lee Juyeon

summary: you love Lee Juyeon with all of your heart, and you are willing to do anything for him, even if he is the infamous criminal the city has been desperately trying to place back behind closed bars for years.

pairing: criminal Juyeon x agent f!reader

genre: angst, crime, slight fluff

warnings: violence, minor character deaths, blood, mentions of weapons (guns, snipers, blades, etc.), kissing

word count: 3,380

a/n: here is the 2nd entry from my 100 followers event and this was requested by my love @cloverdaisies 💚 i can't tell you how happy i was when you requested a criminal romance fic (lmao i prob just like writing crime a bit too much) & hope you'll love this my dearest clo 🫶🏻

The sounds of the sirens coming from the dozens of police cars were what filled the city tonight.

It has happened again.

For five years, the city has been haunted by the infamous criminal himself, The Stealer, who is notably one of the most infamous thieves the city has ever had for the past few decades.

Nobody really knew what his motive was or even his true identity. All the public knew was that he had begun his spree, going from building to building to steal the most valued treasures or jewellery the country has kept safe behind those sturdy vaults with heavy security. None has ever succeeded in breaking through the tight security, that was until The Stealer came into the picture. However, the man himself has never harmed anyone, as his motive was just stealing the valued items while leaving no trails behind.

That was until he was finally caught red-handed by one of the rookie agents during the infamous Royal Bank Heist case that happened last summer.

Obviously, the public finally rejoiced at the fact that the infamous criminal that had been lurking in the shadows for long enough had finally been put behind bars, and everyone could return back to their normal daily routine again.

But their happiness was not to last for long, for The Stealer himself broke free while he was in captivity and was placed in one of the vehicles where he was supposed to be transported back to the local police station.

And because it was you who helped the now infamous criminal to break free.

Why have you done that months ago? When the law enforcement has been desperately trying to put this madman behind bars once and for all?

There was only one answer.

Because the infamous The Stealer himself was Lee Juyeon, your childhood best friend whom you grew up with and had a crush on for the longest time.

You and Juyeon go all the way back in middle school, where you and your family had just recently moved from the outskirts of Busan to Gwangju. After settling down for a short while, it didn’t take long for your parents to enroll you in one of the infamous institutes at the time so that you could continue with your education.

And that was where you met your crush and best friend, Lee Juyeon.

As you stepped into the classroom to introduce yourself, you felt all sorts of negative emotions ranging from fear to anxiety. None of your classmates really paid much attention to you and even treated you like a nobody. But that wasn’t the case with Juyeon. The boy immediately welcomed you to sit right next to him, being one of the only empty seats that were still available at the time. Next thing you knew, you both immediately hit off as good friends within a few days.

Juyeon was definitely one of the biggest extroverts you’ve ever met in your lifetime. He would always initiate a conversation with you in any situation you may be in and even bring you along to meet his group of friends every day after classes.

What’s more, that boy was really into basketball, so much so that he eventually secured a permanent role of being one of the active players for the school team, and this went on even until high school. Each time he would drag you to watch his practice match and to his games, which, quite frankly, you felt that it was a chore at the beginning. But as you slowly opened yourself up more to him, you eventually began enjoying these little so-called “dates” since it was where you get to see Juyeon’s skills up close.

And it was when you started to develop a crush on him.

The way how he was so passionate about the sport he loves dearly, up to how you can always witness his good reflexes and muscles up close? You’d be lying to yourself if they did not make you drool whenever you see them in person. Not to mention all of the instances where he turns in your direction to give you a smile or sometimes a wink if you were lucky enough. Oh, how you were the luckiest girl alive.

Things went on till the end of high school, where you both graduated with distinction and made both of your families proud. Eventually, you both got into your desired university, Seoul National University, to further pursue your career. Juyeon went in with a sports scholarship and was determined to dedicate his life fully to basketball, while you went ahead with criminology as you followed your father’s footsteps.

That was until the fall of your first year of university.

Word spread quickly throughout the campus and eventually to the neighbourhood on how Juyeon’s parents were mysteriously murdered in the comforts of their home while he was out running some errands. The sight that greeted Juyeon as he came back was something that will forever be implanted deep within his mind, never to be forgotten.

Ever since then, Juyeon began to distance himself from everyone, even you. After the semester ended, he was nowhere to be seen again.

It was as if he had mysteriously disappeared from the town itself, leaving little to no traces behind of where he might be. You and everyone tried your very best to contact him in all sorts of ways possible, but every single time there was no response at all. Eventually, everyone began to move on with their lives and forget that he had ever existed.

Except for you.

For years you have continuously tried to reach back out to him by writing him letters addressed to his former residence in both Seoul and Gwangju. It did not matter if you did not receive a reply, for you’d figured if one day he were to appear in front of you again, those letters will surely reach him someday.

This went on even until you graduated from university and landed a role as an undercover agent under the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Almost immediately, when you were assigned to a specific department, you were made aware of the series of robbery crime sprees that have happened within the city for the past several months.

During a couple of your first missions, you and your team somewhat briefly came across The Stealer himself but failed each time to capture the man as he was too quick and was always up for a challenge with you and your fellow agents from the bureau.

That was until your second year of working as an undercover agent, and you actually came face-to-face with The Stealer during a stand-off on one of your missions. And it was there you realised it was your crush and best friend you have desperately tried to contact for years.

He removed his mask as he revealed his identity to you since you both were alone at that time, and no words could describe how you felt during that tense moment. Your heart finally felt at ease knowing the person you have been desperately trying to contact has finally re-emerged back in front of you and knowing that he was still alive and sound. But your other half knew that he was now a wanted criminal and is worth thousands of dollars to put him behind bars.

Eventually, you handcuffed the male and brought him down to your colleagues, who desperately awaited your return at the lower ground. Juyeon did not resist much, as he allowed the rest of the agents to escort him into one of the transport vans to take him back down to the station.

At that time, you were the driver and were supposed to make sure that both the fugitive and the rest of the agents returned back safe and sound to the bureau. But what they did not know was that you had other plans in your mind.

You were going to help Juyeon escape.

So that was what you did. You purposely lost control of the wheel and drove the vehicle right into a tree that was situated close to the highway, and immediately all of the agents blacked out from the sudden impact. You and Juyeon, on the other hand, only sustained minor injuries.

Not wasting a second, you immediately helped Juyeon to get out of the vehicle and urged him to make a quick escape now since there were only a few seconds of opening before the remaining vehicles that were following behind yours would arrive at the crash site.

Your friend was definitely conflicted, but you quickly shoved the man into the woods and urged him to keep running and not look back. You could tell that at that time, tears had formed in his eyes, and he was desperately trying to tell you something. Perhaps the reason why he was gone for such a long time, or even the motive as to why he began his spree all these years.

But there was no time. As the sounds of the sirens grew louder, he quickly turned his heel toward the deep dark woods, quickly muttering a simple “thank you” before disappearing into the night.

With that, you were left behind to deal with the mess you have created, but internally you had already prepared yourself to do so when you had plotted out this whole escape getaway for your friend.

I hope I won’t be seeing you again, Juyeon.

Turns out you were wrong, and your friend has seemingly decided to make his comeback tonight after three years since his escape.

The FBI was immediately alerted by the local police stations once news got out that he was back, breaking into the infamous Lotte Hotel Seoul, where the current most prized jewellery was kept safe within the vaults in the basement.

However, knowing The Stealer and how he has managed to break through even the tightest security from past experiences, the bureau knew that they were not taking chances and immediately hopped into action right away.

Since The Stealer has re-emerged after going into hiding for a year, you knew that your superiors would not take failure as an option this time. Hence, all of you agents were equipped with the latest weapons and technology that the bureau has upgraded, and within minutes all of you were out the door, hopping into your vehicles and heading to the designated location.

As you drove your way to the infamous hotel, the only thing that was on your mind was how the head of the FBI had issued a clear order for any of your agents to shoot the man down if needed, doesn’t matter if he was alive or dead at the end of the day, so long as his body was taken to the bureau in one piece.

Shaking off the negative thoughts, you pressed down your accelerator and began speeding up to the site of interest.

Please, Juyeon, please be safe.

The whole ride would’ve taken about ten minutes if only you weren’t preoccupied with all of the negative thoughts you were having about this current mission. You felt like it was one of the longest drives you’ve ever had to take for a stand-off mission.

Once you arrived at the location, you immediately hopped off your vehicle and took all of your equipment with you as you rushed to the scene. Sure enough, some of your colleagues were already there in their designed spots, and some were armed with snipers to take the man down.

What you didn’t expect was that a full shoot-out had already begun, where some of the agents were already shooting the targeted building floor where you assumed Juyeon was. You looked up, and that was where you saw your friend, armed with a gun, also shooting back at your agents.

No freaking way.

Juyeon would never harm a fly. He never did even all those years when he began his spree in the city. The only thing he did was take away the valued treasures and leave the scene in haste.

So why now? Had something changed in the man after going into hiding for the past year? Why has he begun to go down the violent pathway?

You needed answers. And you had to get to him as soon as possible.

Trying your best to think of a way to reach him, you were turning your head back and forth from your fellow agents to Juyeon in the building.

Come on. Think, Y/N. You have to come up with something quick.

As you were lost in your thoughts, one of the snipers managed to aim at Juyeon’s weak spot, pulled the trigger, and within seconds you could’ve sworn you saw the bullet go straight into his right shoulder in slow-motion. Right away, your friend collapsed on the ground, and the agents wasted no time getting into the building as fast as they could.

No, I’m not letting you get caught.

Without thinking much, you immediately removed one of the canisters from your bulletproof vest. You threw it to the ground, creating a smokescreen which could temporarily slow down the movements of your colleagues. That was when you quickly got on your feet and ran up into the building as fast as possible.

Please, Juyeon. Bear with me.

You could say that you were known among your colleagues to be one of the fastest agents alive because you managed to get Juyeon out from there and somehow escaped to the rooftops of one of the nearby buildings instead.

With Juyeon being wounded, it wasn’t easy having to carry him as he leaned on you while draping one of his arms over your shoulders. Not to mention you were carrying your own agent equipment simultaneously. Hence, you could say it was a miracle for you both to have gone undetected as you both made your escape.

As you both reached your temporary safe spot, you immediately laid Juyeon down on the ground while quickly fishing out the first aid materials you had always brought along with you on every mission. Taking one of your blades from your vest, you quickly cut open the black tee that Juyeon was wearing to reveal a bloodied, wounded shoulder. The bullet was stuck pretty well within his shoulder, and since you did not have the right materials to remove it, the best you could do was somehow stop the bleeding for now and slightly help ease his pain.

As you were doing your thing, your friend decided to speak up, and god, have you missed that deep yet comforting voice that you’ve always admired and loved.

“Y/N. You know you are potentially playing a nurse to a killer right now?”

“Shush, Juyeon. Don’t say another word.”

He chuckled. “Y/N. You always see the good in people, even me. After all these years, where I have brought you nothing but pain.”

As you finally wrapped the bandage around his shoulder and put a slight pressure down on the wound, you finally turned your head to face the man of your dreams. Right there and then, tears began forming in your eyes. You just wanted nothing else but to hold him in your arms, assuring him that everything was under control and it would be all okay.

You were about to speak when he reached his hands up to your face and gently caressed your cheeks while wiping the streaming tears away with his thumb. Now, he looks at you fondly and takes in all of your features, as if he has not seen you for so long and how badly he had missed this beautiful face he always yearns for.

“Juyeon…” You began to hold his hand on your face for dear life, not wanting to let it go anymore.

He smiled. “I’m sure you have a whole ton of questions for me, and I’m so sorry for keeping you in the dark for years, Y/N. But I need you to know that I’m doing all this for a reason, and it all concerns my parent's murder from all those years ago.”

So it was something related to that infamous case.

“But I can’t tell you more than that, at least for now.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat as you hoped he’d come clean to you right here and now. But if he had his reasons, then there was no reason for you to judge him or force him into doing something he cannot commit now.

“It’s fine, Juyeon. What matters is that I’m glad to have reunited with you ever since that car crash from a year prior.”

You both enjoyed that short silence between one another before you began hearing sounds that were coming in your direction, which indicated that someone was coming up to the rooftop.

Time was up, and you had to let him go once again.

Before that, you quickly slipped a note to your friend as you helped him sit up. “Go to this location right here and find this building hidden in the outskirts of town. You’ll find an abandoned cabin where someone will tend to your wounds and hopefully keep you safe till you can get up on your feet yourself again.”

Just as you were about to get Juyeon up from the ground, he immediately grabbed your arms and stopped you in your tracks. “Why are you doing so much for me, Y/N? When the only thing I’ve ever brought you was trouble?”

You gulped before finally answering him with what you have always wanted him to know.

“Because I love you, Lee Juyeon. And I would do anything to keep you safe, even if it meant ditching my status or position to do so.”

Immediately, you dived into his embrace and begged for one last thing you could get from him before letting him go. “Please, just hold me for a moment.”

Sure enough, he did as you were told and returned the embrace as well. Within seconds, he broke it off, and the next thing that happened, he crashed his lips onto yours. More tears began streaming down as you eased into the kiss, wishing to savour this moment for as long as possible.

The footsteps were now getting closer, and you knew that you could no longer hold your colleagues back anymore. Hence, the kiss was broken off, and you helped Juyeon up to his feet while helping him get to the edge of the building. You quickly strapped him up in your zipline equipment which you’d set up prior in case you both had to make a run for it.

“Now go, Juyeon. I’ll deal with them.”

Your friend took one last glance at you and returned one more kiss on your lips. “Thank you, Y/N. I promise you, I will write you back a letter this time. Just like how you’ve done to me for all those years.”

Within seconds, you witnessed how Juyeon glided down into another building, and he made a run for it as best as he could. You watched as he made his way out of the building and eventually disappeared into one of the alleyways, which you knew that it leads to the outskirts of town.

Right away, as Juyeon was out of sight, the doors to the rooftop burst open, revealing a few of your colleagues rushing to you with snipers in their hands. They were obviously shocked by the amount of blood that had gotten onto you, and you somehow convinced them that The Stealer had wounded you badly and fled the scene a long time ago. Thus, one of them escorted you down from the building while the remaining ones tried their best to catch up with the criminal's footsteps.

Making your way out of the building, you couldn’t help but look up into the sky, praying that this whole nightmare you both have been dealing with will ultimately come to an end someday, real soon.

“Juyeon, I’ll always love you and have your back no matter what. And I pray that the next time we meet, we will no longer be haunted by our past.”

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Building off your argument that Ted isn't going to go back to Kansas, he was constantly correcting his mother this episode with regards to British terms. Where before he was the outsider who didn't understand Britishisms, now he is the native who uses the terms instinctively to the point where he gets annoyed when they're used wrong. Sounds like he's acclimatized to England.

Yes!!! I was thinking that a couple weeks back too when Ted first uses "football" instinctively and then comments on how natural it's become. He's reached a point where he's both using that terminology as a matter of course ("Some of us have a football team to coach!") as well as teaching others (here's how the dials on the oven work). (Sidenote: I'm not sure what to do with Dottie's tea comment yet. Not even sure atm whether I read it as sincere or sarcastic, but regardless, I think it's a potentially useful detail next to Ted willingly drinking tea in "Sunflowers." That was another version of acclimation on his part.) Now, combine this verbal/dietary acclimation with our opening where every previously negative interaction Ted had with the community has been flipped to show that they now adore him -- seen most strikingly through the "wanker" guy and, throughout this season, the pub trio supporting him at training -- and if they do send Ted back to Kansas it's really going to read as that Mary Poppins situation of, "He arrives to brighten everyone else's lives and then leaves. Why do you care what he needs? He's just a narrative tool."

To further add to this I can't help but think about the long-term structure of Ted's life now that we know Beard's backstory. We're told that, like his time here in Richmond, Ted helped Beard, forgave him, gave him another chance, and ultimately gave him a life. If we look at Beard's situation as a microcosm of the whole show, it seems significant that Ted does not leave Beard behind. That was not a situation -- a situation we're worried about getting now -- where Ted played the part of emotional coach and then sent Beard on his way, far from him as he's no longer needed. Instead, we get the opposite. Beard becomes his best friend, a staple of his life, and continues to help Ted in turn. By waiting until the penultimate episode to reveal the roots of Beard's loyalty, the show has ensured that the focus is on their equal standing and how Beard has likewise benefited Ted over the years: helping him see that wanting to win isn't a bad thing, trying to provide support through his anxiety, recognizing Ted's tells and informing their new community of what to look for (Nate, during the divorce arc: "Is he okay?" Beard: "No!") Beard could have been a minor, flatter character who popped out of the woodwork just to say, "Ted Lasso changed my life for the better, extraordinarily so, and he is The Best Man anyone could ever meet" (which, frankly, would have made Ted a flatter character too) and then gone on his way, having succeeded in the narrative function of reminding the viewer that this is Ted's sole role in the story: coaching others to be their best selves while pushing his own needs aside.

Instead, Beard becomes the cornerstone of Ted's support system. Ted doesn't leave him behind, he permanently integrates him into his life.

What's a microcosm of this microcosm? Ted Lasso does the same thing with Trent. Does he go off into the writing world once Ted helps him realize what he truly wants in life, his story concluded, never to be seen again? To quote Beard, "No!" Trent comes back and, significantly, Ted doesn't pull any metaphorical Mary Poppins arguments along the lines of, "I'm done all I can for you. It's time for you to move on." He eagerly invites Trent into their Richmond circle when no one else will (I'm currently working on a meta of Trent's first scene of Season 3 because OH BOY IS THERE A LOT) and Trent stays, not simply writing his book but becoming a member of the family. Surely there's a pattern here: The people Ted helps don't leave him, but rather become core additions to his life that enrich his own outlook and understanding of himself.

I'm not saying I'm going to toss Ted Lasso in the bin if we get the Kansas ending, but I AM saying you all will have to suffer through a dissertation length meta on my blog about why that was a bad choice lol

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marvel-starwarsfangirl · 1 month

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What exactly happened to Crosshair?

This is just speculation on my part because I'm really curious. I know we'll find out hopefully by "Identity Crisis," but it's fun to speculate.

Major Spoiler Warning

What we know: Crosshair has been on Tantiss for at least 5 months, he was experimented on and locked up, he was initiated into the Clone X program, the reconditioning didn't work because of his mutations, his hand tremors due to psychological trauma, Hemlock has no qualms on putting him through the wringer, the Clone X program involves identity erasure, and asking Cross to think about the events makes him avoid the topic all together

Crosshair in both "Bad Territory" and "Infiltration" displays strong reactions when forced to confront the painful memories associated with Tantiss. CX-1 frightens him. When he's asked to talk about what happened to him, he tries to leave in order to avoid talking about it. His facial expressions are also pained and he's clearly clamping up. We also know his hand tremors are connected to his trauma. Cross tries to deny it, but he knows deep down that he can't. He values his sniping skill greatly and that's being taken from him.

Speculation:

My first guess? Hemlock did something that makes Crosshair subconsciously not want to pull the trigger. We don't know what the reconditioning or identity erasure process looks like. I honestly think Hemlock almost succeeded. Maybe Hemlock was able to rip a part of who Crosshair was away? And since Hemlock almost succeeded, Crosshair internally feels broken. To feel like a part of him was taken could definitely impact how he feels about himself.

My second guess is that Crosshair was reunited with someone (Cody or Tech???) or was forced to kill during Clone X trials to see if the conditioning worked. Being forced to confront something he did while under Hemlock's control definitely would mess with him. Crosshair has been through a lot and he has grown. While he doesn't hesitate to take out the bad guys, he's never willingly shot his friends or family. The only exception was Wrecker in S1 when the chip was at the height of its power. Can you imagine the pain he would feel if Hemlock forced him to shoot someone, claiming them to one of the Batch or Cody, as a test?

Another person made an earlier post saying that he might've left someone behind (this assumes Tech or Cody are on Tantiss). Loyalty is a big part of who he is. Although Cross talks a big game, he wouldn't hesitate to save another whom he cares about. The pain and guilt of leaving someone you care for will also do things to the mind.

Conclusion: Crosshair will have to confront his trauma sooner or later. The meditation will help soothe his mind, but he needs to get to the root of the issue eventually. Otherwise, he'll never be truly at peace with himself. I have a feeling he will open up in "Identity Crisis" since that feels like an episode to have that kind of talk.

But what do you guys think?

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ramblingoak · 1 year

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Dumbasses

Cardinal Primo attempts to help his youngest brother sort through some hurt feelings.

I needed some soft older brother Primo last night and came up with this. Gen, SFW, no warnings and about 1,100 words. Enjoy!

“He’s a dumbass.”

Primo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Please, Satan, save him from younger brothers.

“Terzo, you shouldn’t call your friends dumbasses.” He had to stop himself from laughing at the petulant face his youngest brother was making. Primo had been in the middle of prepping the weekly sermon for Nihil when he had received a call from one of the sisters that oversaw the lessons for the younger children. Apparently Terzo had gotten in a fight with who had, up until now, been his dearest friend in the abbey.

“Copia isn’t my friend anymore so I guess that means I can call him one.” Solid logic from the young boy. Primo stood up and walked around his desk to lean against the front of it. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle out of his cassock and tried to think of a different tactic. Terzo continued to sit in the too-big-for-him chair and swing his skinny legs back and forth.

“Fratellino, do you see that picture on the wall? Behind my desk?” Primo leaned forward to catch Terzo’s eyes when he wouldn’t look at him. Slowly he got a similar mismatched gaze to meet his own. Primo pointed to a recently drawn picture pinned neatly on the wall next to a few framed family photos. “Can you tell me what it is a drawing of?”

“I don’t know, two kids? One of them looks like a dumbass.” Some of the tension seemed to leave Terzo’s body so Primo pressed on.

“Ok, two kids and it looks like there’s a dog next to them. What are the kids doing?” Terzo’s bottom lip was beginning to stick out and he had started to rub his fingers together. A habit he had picked up from his friend.

“They’re holding hands. And it’s a rat.” Primo tried to hide his smile, both of his little brothers were so easy to rile up. He was pretty sure that if this talk succeeded Terzo would be telling Copia all about how big of a dumbass his eldest brother was.

“Molto bene, and you’re right, that is obviously a rat, my apologies.” He ignored that he heard the mumbled idiota Terzo barely attempted to hide and pressed on, “Now my fratellino, can you tell me what is written above the children and their rat?”

And there they were, tears had begun to well in Terzo’s eyes and slowly drift down his cheeks. His brother could be an insufferable little shit, but he often acted that way to hide that he was a very sweet, lonely boy. It had never been easy for him to make friends, most of the other children were wary of the Emeritus heirs. In Secondo’s case they were downright scared of him.

But when young Copia had moved into the abbey he and Terzo had instantly become thick as thieves. Copia had come with a few other children from a local orphanage and the shy, reserved boy barely spoke a word to anyone at first. But after a few weeks of being joined at the hip with Terzo he had begun to open up and gain more confidence. The two boys were good for each other.

Primo reached over and placed a gentle hand on Terzo’s head and ruffled his hair a bit. Terzo reached up and batted him away, grumbling and smoothing his hair back down. “Fratellino? What does the picture say?” His brother mumbled something while looking down at his hands. “Terzo, come on. Tell me.”

“It says ‘Best Friends Forever, Copia and Terzo’,” A loud sniffle came from him then and more tears fell. “And then it says ‘Brizio too’ because Copia’s rat is pretty cool and oh! Primo! Copia taught him how to walk on a tightrope! It was amaz-” A frantic knock on his office door interrupted his excited chattering. Before Primo could call out for whomever it was to wait the door opened and a set of red rimmed green and white eyes peered inside.

“Cardinal Primo? Have you seen…oh.” Copia had started to rush towards Primo, but stopped when Terzo peered from around the chair. “Terzo! I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Sister Agnes said you became sick and were resting in your room but you weren’t there and I went to find Secondo but he told me you had run away and joined the circus but I knew that wasn’t true because you’re scared of clowns so I went to Sister Imperator but Papa Nihil was there and said to check with Primo and then he closed the door on me. So. Here I am.”

Primo watched Copia’s little chest rise and fall rapidly after spitting all of that out. So much for that shy, quiet boy. He watched as Terzo jumped down from the chair and stepped up to Copia, his little fists clenched at his side. Primo held his breath hoping he wouldn’t have a couple of roughed up boys to drag to the infirmary later.

“Copia I’m sorry I called you a dumbass but you said my hair looked stupid and that was mean.” Terzo huffed and crossed his skinny arms in front of his chest.

No one said a word for a few moments and Primo was about to prompt Copia to respond but the little boy flung his arms around Terzo, big fat tears falling down his face. He was blubbering into Terzo’s shirt in Italian, completely despondent. Terzo stood there awkwardly for a moment but finally began to pat his friends back and eventually calm him. The two whispered a few things to each other and then hugged again.

“Boys, is everything ok now?” Primo clasped his hands in front of him before the urge to hug them both to his chest got too great. The two looked at him with small smiles on their face, both covered in snot and tears.

“Yes, Primo” They both chimed in at once and started to fidget, ready to probably run around the abbey and cause mischief.

“That’s good, now you’re both supposed to still be in lessons but I will let you take the rest of the day off as long as you stay in Terzo’s room, ok? Don’t cause any trouble.”

Terzo grabbed Copia’s hand and immediately started dragging him out of the office, Copia waved back at Primo and he heard his small voice as they both ran out the door, “Wait Terzo, what did you call me?”

Primo sighed and sat back down at his desk. He pushed around his sermon notes trying to get back into the right frame of mind. As he was starting to put some more notes down his phone rang again. “Cardinal Pri-, what? Sister Agnes please slow down, what did Secondo do again? Lucifer’s balls, alright fine. Yes. Yes, fine I’ll be right there.” Primo slammed the phone back on its receiver and groaned.

Secondo was such a dumbass.

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sophie my sweet love!! i have a request! well multiple, but here is one

dad!kaz where it's years later and they bring their son to the crow club for the first time and he's in awe of everything. and y/n is rushing around to make sure he doesn't touch anything or hurt himself, and kaz is just there with jes smiling at the chaos his family brings

a little crow and a lot of chaos

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x f!Reader

A/N: El, I love you for this request, it's so good. I am in love with the idea of dad!Kaz and you have my heart for asking for this. I'll definitely need more dad!Kaz requests or I will pass away (I'm very serious). This is one of the softest fics I'll ever write and I am actually quite happy with how it turned out??? Also, I named the son Jordie, just because I wanted to suffer (and not at all because I'm terrible at picking out names for ocs). Thank you so much for requesting this, El <333

Summary: A little crow visits the Crow Club for the first time and chaos ensues

Genre: F L U F F

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: A very tiny mention of his touch aversion, very soft!Kaz, Sophie doesn't know how children talk and at this point her search history look a bit weird, so she's too scared of looking it up

“Do you really think that this is a good idea?” You directed the question at your husband as you futilely tried to convince your son to put on his boots. The son in question had been in a very lively mood for the entire morning and, as much as you adored him, he became a bloody nuisance when he was as excited as this. Kaz, who had also done his very best to keep the little boy in check, only chuckled as he looked down at you with playful pity.

“I’m sure it will be fine, love.” He mused, straightening his tie and correcting his appearance in the hallway mirror for the hundredth time today. Both of you were far from being new parents, your son now already shy of four years old, but there were some habits you needed to get used to. Especially Kaz. He still had his bad days when everything was just a bit too much for him to handle causing him to retreat into his old shell. Now they were just way less frequent and when they happened, the waves didn’t manage to overtake him completely. All in all, he had managed to become a loving husband and caring father, of whom you couldn’t be any more proud.

“Ma, you promised!” Jordie pouted, staring at you with wide eyes and an overly dramatic quivering lower lip. Saints, you really needed to limit the time he spent with Nina and Jesper…

“I know, I know and we will go to the Crow Club today,” You consoled him whilst finally succeeding in shoving the godforsaken boots over his feet. You turned your face to a smirking Kaz, who seemed to be having the time of his life just about now. “I’m just a bit worried that we might run into people that your daddy doesn’t necessarily like.”

“It’s the middle of the day. The club is probably close to being empty. There’s nothing to worry about. And if there should be some sort of trouble lurking-”

“Uncle Jes will protect us all with his guns!” Your son jumped up, giving both of you a wide grin before taking confident strides towards the front door. Kaz tried to stifle a chuckle, but he inevitably failed as he saw your utterly flabbergasted expression. Sometimes, you were surprised none of your friends had taught him to say ‘fuck’ yet - not that you intended on giving them any ideas.

“Maybe we should think about who we choose as babysitters a bit more thoroughly.” Kaz stood behind you, letting his hands rest on your shoulders as he placed a chaste kiss on your temple. “But I’d say we leave now, or he might show us what else his aunts and uncles have taught him.”

Since you didn’t live in the Barrel anymore, you had to walk a bit to reach the Crow Club. The walk from your estate in the Geldstraat wasn’t far, but your husband still was very content with carrying Jordie for a brief portion of the way. It made you recall past days when he would struggle immensely with even attempting to publicly show affection towards you, or anyone for that matter. In his mind, it made him appear valuable and weak. As your son grew older, these feelings subsided, replaced by a new sense of responsibility and strength.

Many people couldn’t appreciate the beauty of the Barrel, however, seeing it through the eyes of a small boy, whose father wasn’t reluctant to tell stories about all the crazy heists his parents and their friends had completed here, made it easier for you to understand why your son was so excited to come back. And it wasn’t like the Barrel was all that bad. It had been your home for the majority of your teenage years and it was where you met your closest friends, after all. Becoming parents had kept both you and Kaz from coming back frequently unless it was work-related, so you were more than glad to enjoy your time without having to worry about completing a job or filling out paperwork. The only thing you had to worry about now was keeping your son from touching anything dangerous or hurting himself. That couldn’t be so hard, right?

Jordie wriggled himself out of your spouse’s arm as the oxidized silver crow sign of the Crow Club came into sight. Kaz was quick to reach for his hand, holding onto it tightly to keep him from running out of your sight. You hastily moved forward to grab the other one, letting him walk between the two of you, which he begrudgingly accepted. You couldn’t blame him for being excited. It was his first time actually seeing the club from the inside since you had vehemently insisted on keeping him from the vulgar sceneries that could be found in gambling dens and clubs of all sorts as long as you possibly could. The only exception you ever made was occasionally bringing him around to the Slat to pay a visit to his father while he was working. You were sure that if things would go how Kaz wanted them to go, he would’ve brought him to the Crow Club whilst still in diapers.

Upon entering the establishment, the eyes of the few patrons immediately snapped towards Kaz. No matter how much of a doting husband he may be when you were alone, he still had one hell of a reputation, which he was proud to employ for his benefit. Even though it was quite the difficult task to do so, whilst grasping onto the tiny hands of a preschooler. With one determined snap of his cane, the majority of the gazes found their way back to their drinks and the three of you could finally settle without being the centre of everyone's attention.

One pair stayed fixed on you.

“Uncle Jes!” Your son squealed, yanking his hands out of your grip and running towards the Sharpshooter that stood leaning against the bar, clumsily placing his glass of whiskey on the counter next to him. You wanted to dash after him, but your partner only gave you a reassuring look, putting his cane out in front of you to block your way. Jesper flashed you a toothy grin, adjusting his hat before bending down and picking Jordie up to give him a big hug. Against Kaz’s initial disbelief, your friend proved to be the best godfather and babysitter that you could have wished for. Only when he was not trying to introduce your son to his array of shenanigans and pranks though.

“Look who’s here! Have you gotten taller since the last time I’ve seen you?” Jesper quipped, causing Jordie to giggle uncontrollably.

“The last time you’ve seen him was two days ago, I doubt that he had a paranormal growth spurt since then.” Kaz retorted in his typical sarcastic tone, but with a barely noticeable grin on his lips. His comment was only countered with a jaunty eye roll before the attention was back on the little boy.

“What are you doing here, little crow?” Jesper asked as if he hadn’t been the one to plant the idea of visiting the Crow Club in Jordie’s head in the first place. “Are you joining the big boy club now?”

“It was about time that we showed him where people like his parents and godparents spent their teenage years.” Kaz chuckled, earning a warning glare from you, which he tactfully ignored. As much as you loved spending time here, the fact that it was a gambling den filled with some of the most dangerous criminals Ketterdam could breed, didn’t necessarily scream kid friendly.

And of course, your worries were justified.

As soon as Jesper put him back down, he began to wander around the club. It was a lot different to what he knew from the Barrel. The flashy colours and extravagant designs of most of the other bars were replaced by the rich black and crimson interior of the Crow Club. It was the physical manifestation of Kaz Brekker in the form of a betting hall.

The first object of attraction that managed to reel Jordie in, was the array of card tables that were spread out all over the main hall. He waddled away from the bar, right in the direction of a table that was currently being used by four sketchy-looking men. It was very likely that he was only interested in seeing what game they were playing or that he wanted to look at the intricate crow pattern on the red cloth that coated the circular tables.

“Jordie, don’t bother these lovely men. I’m sure they simply want to enjoy their game in peace.” You called after him, but he didn’t listen. Not wanting him to get into trouble, you hurried forward, trying to catch him, or at the least keep him in check. You didn’t see the amused look on your husband’s face as he watched you scurry after a feisty three-year-old and it was better that you didn’t. He did understand why you were so anxious about your son being here, but he just couldn’t stifle the enjoyment he got from your so-called ‘mother hen behaviour’ as Jes had lovingly dubbed it. Before he could reach the table you were already right behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders to navigate him away from it. The men hadn’t even noticed him, but you weren’t able to hide the embarrassment written all over your face.

To your dismay, a door to one of the private gambling parlours opened, revealing the now empty room. Obviously, this only served as a new point of interest to Jordie, who instantly rushed towards it to see what was going on inside. Sometimes you really wondered whether you should attempt to put a leash on him.

Kaz’s eyes followed you ceaselessly as you sprinted all around the club, holding back your son from touching any sharp edges and apologizing to numerous customers who had been deemed important enough to be appealing to him. No matter how hard he tried to disguise his smile and turn it into a self-satisfied smirk, it didn’t work out.

“Come on, Kaz. Are you going soft on us? If Nina could see you right now, you would never be free from her bullying.” Jesper grinned, raising his eyebrows at the man next to him.

“If Nina could see me right now, she would tell me to get a decent haircut.” He replied, stealing Jesper’s whiskey off of the counter and helping himself to a considerable sip from the glass.

“And she would be right. But she’d also absolutely relish the sight of Kaz Brekker, the Bastard of the Barrel, smiling like a lovesick teenage boy.”

“She’s my wife, Jesper. I am allowed to look at her how I please.”

“Of course you are. It’s just nice to know that the big scary Dirtyhands does have a heart sometimes. Even if that heart manifests through the heart eyes he gives his wife.”

“Shut up Jesper.”

Their friendly bickering was cut short by a hollow clanking noise, coming from a chair that your son had managed to knock over. He watched as you hastily picked it up before ushering him back towards the bar whilst trying to make yourself as small as possible to get rid of any unwanted attention.

“Alright, young man,” Kaz laughed, putting a hand on Jordie’s back to steer him towards the exit. “I think that you did quite enough exploring for the day. Let’s head to the Slat, I heard that your other aunts and uncles might want to spend the evening with us.”

At the mention of the Crows, he gave up his pouting and was now eager to leave the club. You could only shake your head, joining Jesper and Kaz on their way out, still carefully eying your overly energetic child.

"Oh Jes, are we still going out for W-A-F-F-L-E-S later, or did the plans change?" You questioned the Zemeni boy in an attempt to not excite your son too much. This plan flew straight over Jesper’s head.

"Why did you just spell out waffles?" He snickered, cocking his brows inquisitively. You sighed, seeing Jordie’s eyes go wide with joy.

"Are we getting waffles later?! Will aunt Nina be there too? Can I have the ones with extra chocolate?" A cluster of questions started tumbling from his mouth as he nearly seemed to be buzzing with glee.

"That's why." Kaz answered, giving you a slight nudge with his shoulder before lifting Jordie off his feet, whose ramblings were cut short by a joyful squeal.

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birbthebird · 2 years

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Yandere! Macaque x Reader— Headcanons

[I saw how much y’all liked the macaque post so I decided to make another one lol.]

☾ So I don’t really see Macaque as being a Yandere that is visible tbh.

Like, someone you can tell is a Yandere.

☾ I feel like he is more calm and not as provoked like Sun Wukong, he trusts that you are not going to cheat on him but his fear of you leaving him is big.

☾ He constantly tries to spoil you by giving you gifts he stole and although it’s hard for him to open up after being mistreated for so long, he will tell you words of affirmation like

“I love you.”

“You’re the best thing to happen to me.”

☾ He really is scared of losing you and being left alone like he was before.

☾ To the point he will kill anyone who poses a threat to him.

☾ To be a threat to this guy, you’ll have to be better than him in a lot of things. Like looks, fighting style, confidence, anything.

☾ And this wouldn’t be about his ego, it’s about him being afraid you’ll leave him for them cause their better.

☾ Thoughts of locking you away from society and keeping you with him sounds appealing but he immediately dismisses it.

☾ If he took you away from everything you know and love, you would definitely hate him and want to leave him.

Something he is trying to not do.

☾ He’s doesn’t give into impulsive thoughts like his ex-friend, he thinks about what you might feel and takes every step to stay on your good side.

☾ On the outside, you would think Macaque is a partner who loves you and respects your boundaries, When in reality— he’s slowly calculating the day you’ll never be able to leave him.

☾ Instead of just keeping you locked away, he instead manipulates you into being completely dependent on him.

That way, you’ll never want to leave him.

☾ Just like how manipulation works, he works slowly through every step. He’d first nitpick certain things about your friends that might make them seem like a bad person or influence. Or even make them out to be a bad person.

“I don’t like how your friends acts rash around their elders, it’s not really mature of them.”

“They always asks favors from you but never do anything back, maybe you shouldn’t associate with them anymore.”

“Why does your friend drink so much? It’s not really responsible of them,”

“They invited you out to dance but left you alone? They seems like a bad friend.”

☾ You’d eventually distance yourself away from your friends until you eventually dropped them all together. This could be an opportunity for Macaque to move on with his plan but he doesn’t, he takes this as a chance to make you see that you were better off without them.

☾ He’d take you to dinner and dates, go to fun places like arcades and amusement parks, making you laugh and have a great time together then you ever had with your friends.

☾ After he sees signs of you no longer missing your friends, he’d then come after your family.

“I know it’s not my place to say, but I don’t like how they yell at you. It’s not right.”

“They’re asking for money again? Is that all they want you for?”

“They act nice, but I’ve heard what they said behind your back.”

“Moonlight, do they really care for you if all they want to do is use you?”

☾ It wouldn’t happen all at once, he’d take his time and try to use problems you’ve already had with your family and make it out to be even worse than it was beforehand.

☾ After a long time. He finally succeeded, you pulled yourself away from both your friends and family. You’d cling to him every morning, pleading for him to stay in bed just a little longer.

☾ You’d stay by his side constantly whenever you both are in public, if someone tried to approach you and start a conversation. You’d quickly end it and return to Macaques side.

☾ You don’t want to end up in a bad relationship you had with your friends and family, if you were so blind to see it that macaque had to point it out, who’s to say you won’t see it again?

But this time, macaque wouldn’t be there to save you.

☾ You’re relationship wouldn’t change as much afterwards, you’d still go on dates and have fun times together. It’d be like nothing nothing at all, except you’d be in his grasp fully.

☾ When you become lonely and start to regret leaving your friends and family, Macaque would try to convince you other wise by reminding you why you left the in first place.

☾ It would work and although he’d be relieved, he knows that he’ll have to make sure you don’t get the same thoughts again. How?

Murder.

☾ He’d summon his duplicates and send them out to stalk your friends while he’s out with you. Once they’re far away from you and him, he’d then kill them.

☾ He believed straight up murdering every one of them would cause you to be suspicious, so he’d make them seem like accidents. With a long gap of years happening between the murders. Things he would do would be like:

- Car crash.

- Home invasion.

- Fatal accident at work.

- illness

- drowning

- hell, even an object falling on them!

☾ While you’re horrified at the deaths your friends and family are going through, a sick grin creeps on Macaques face while he watches everything unfolds in the sidelines.

Everything is falling into his bloody hands.

☾ He’d do anything to make sure you’ll stay with him. And I mean anything.

☾ But what’ll really make his plan an ultimate success, would be making you immortal.

☾ After seeing the deaths your friends and family went through, it would make you afraid. The constant time you would have to attend their funerals and see their dead bodies made you terrified at the thought of death.

☾ Once Macaque sees your distress he immediately offers a solution and that would be making you immortal like him. He saw your fear coming at the beginning and stole a peach of immortality beforehand.

☾ He’d offer it to you and as soon as you eat the peach. There’s no going back, you’d be his completely for an eternity.

Not even death can take you away from him.

#yandere macaque #macaque x reader #six eared macaque #monkie kid macaque #macaque #lego monkie kid #reader insert #Yandere x Reader

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What is the Highest Version of you has to Say to you? 💌💗

Pick a Card 💐 | Tarot reading

Heyy gays, girls and theys, this is a tarot reading that i did just for fun. But it is a advice from spirituality, so take what resonates and leave what doesn't. Hope you have fun!

Ps: you don't have to stan any of these women, these are just for funsies, but it is a tarot reading that i did. I also don't own any of the photos nor the gifs! The creadits go to pins and the owners!

Take a deep breath and choose between the photos.

Use your intuition and read calmly.

1 Photo Ice Spice | 🌸 | 444

You've been pretty down lately, huh? Too tired to barely breathe is like you still can't keep your head in place after so many disappointments, friends, family or even events that happened in your personal life that affected you and somehow still do. And that's why I, your Highest version who knows all your sides and pains, weaknesses and strengths, ask you, Why? Why are you crying over past events or regretting things you've been through when you know you deserve more but somehow you keep getting hurt. Why ? If you can't see your immense worth I can, I see all the times you moved on after someone hurt you deeply, I see all the times your trust was thrown down the river or you had to go it alone but you know what i see too? Your full potential and I know you see it too and we both know that the only person between our deepest dreams and you right now is fear, fear of succeeding. The fear of being judged for what makes you feel good and I come to tell you that those who really like you will always be on your way, the right companies at the right times. The moment you have the mindset and start acting in favor of your goals, everything will move with focus and strength. Have faith, I see your success overflowing from you in every circumstance of your life!

2 Photo | 🐩 | 777

You are starting a new chapter, a new journey, in relation to your personal growth, so it is important now that you leave old habits behind, leave your old life behind and especially your self-criticism, so that you can receive the blessings and these newness in your life you need to let the old die there is so much newness coming to you, friends, family, finances, maturing, growth. It's no use fighting to try to work out with the past fighting for something that doesn't belong to you. Change comes and for the better, just let go of what doesn't fit you anymore!

3 Photo Alexia Demie | 🍹 | 999

You just came out of a place in a relationship that didn't work out for you ( doesn't have to be a romantic one) but your trust in people have been hurt, and now you find yourself in a place where you choose being locked up under 7 keys instead of looking positively at life out of fear, you are so afraid that people will hurt you again and that is why you are so closed, you are afraid of tossing and turning in bed at night, crying and fear of never coming back being able to move on because of it, but what you forget in all this blockade and walls you've created around yourself is that the people who really care about you are by your side, and always have been, even if from a distance. Try to change the way you see the world. Remember how good it is to bond and talk deeply with strangers on the street, even conversations in the supermarket queue will be good for you. Work your mindset, your soul, your spirituality, try to see the positive side of life, remember when people helped you or when you felt you could rule the world. Open up and let yourself live life for what it is, beautiful, have faith that things will get better, because they will.

Hope you had fun!

Glitery kisses 💋

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catofadifferentcolor · 4 months

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Terrible Fic Ideas #83: House of Dragons, but make it Hapsburg

As sometimes happens, I was minding my own business, trying to work on other things, when I was suddenly hit with such a wonderful, awful fic idea I had to drop everything to write it down.

Or: What if Viserys I decided the best way to secure the Iron Throne for Rhaenyra was to marry her to his Hand, Otto Hightower?

Just imagine it:

Shortly after Queen Aemma's death, when Otto is listing all the reasons why Viserys should remarry even if he intends to make Rhaenrya his heir, Otto makes the argument gynecological problems often run in families. Given that Rhaenyra's mother and grandmothers all died in childbed, it is reasonable to assume that Rhaenyra might do the same, leaving Westeros either with a child-king or, worse, leave the way open for Daemon to take the throne. Both options would be disastrous.

As intended, this convinces Viserys to take another wife - but it also convinces Viserys that the best way to show his love for his daughter is to marry her to a man who will uphold her rule and, should she die in childbed, uphold the rule of any children she leaves behind. And who better for the job than Otto, who has served so faithfully for so long? - and, just as important, has already fathered a number of sons.

And so Viserys marries Alicent and Otto marries Rhaenyra in a grand double ceremony.

Just about the only person happy with this relationship is Viserys, who has convinced himself Alicent's kindness equals love.

Rhaenyra herself has to be all but dragged to the altar, having attempted to run away many times leading up to the wedding. She might have succeeded had not she confided in Alicent - who, though she has no more desire to marry her best friend's father, feels honor bound to inform the Kingsguard - forming a basis for their future mutual enmity.

As for Otto himself, while he may see Rhaenyra as a better option than Daemon, he personally finds her to be nothing more than spoiled little girl who has been given infinite opportunity in life, done absolutely nothing with it, and yet believes she's earned every honor she's been given. It's possible she might grow out of it, but until then Otto would rather have nothing to do with her. Yet there is nothing he can say to Viserys regarding his marriage that wouldn't jeopardize Alicent's own, and so he grudgingly goes along with it.

And so we have Alicent and Rhaenrya in the unenviable position each of being married to their best friend's father. They are both each other's stepmother and stepdaughter. Their shared misery does anything but bring them closer.

Fast forward ten years to the death of Laena Velaryon.

Alicent is a diligent, if deeply unhappy, wife and mother of four, as per canon. The Faith is her recourse and only the knowledge that her son should inherit makes her suffering worth it.

Rhaenyra, meanwhile, resents her husband in a manner which echos Cersei Lannister. Otto is old and dull and forever trying to constrain her, not understanding that a dragon need not concern itself with the thoughts of sheep. She has borne Otto three sons who she cannot bring herself to love - and the moment Daemon returns from exile, starts an affair with him that sees her bearing her uncle three children of his own who she loves more than anything.

The court starts breaking into factions as Viserys' health declines, but here the lines are not so clearly drawn. There is Aegon the Elder, hapless and dissolute but Viserys' oldest son. Then there is Rhaenyra - and through her, her oldest son, Jacerys Hightower, who is well-trained for the role but lacks his mother's favor. And then there is Rhaenyra's favorite - Viserys Hightower, who is but a child and who many suspect of being illegitimate. They are respectively the Greens, the Whites, and the Blacks.

The Dance of the Dragons which follows is full of backstabbing, death, and shifting alliances - and far more complicated than Alicent and her children against Rhaenyra and hers.

To start with: 1) Alicent favors Aegon, as without his accession none of her sacrifices will have meant anything, but 2) Aemond and Otto favor Jacerys, who is dutiful in a way they appreciate and has the potential of being a good king in addition to being Otto’s eldest son by his second marriage. 3) Rhaenyra naturally favors her own claim, but loses much support when her first act to annul her marriage to Otto Hightower, marry Daemon, and declare her son Viserys crown prince over his older (half)brothers. And so on. Dealer's choice on the precise alignments and intrigues.

A three-way war of succession rages for almost a year, until Aegon and his dragon are killed in battle with the Blacks.

The remaining Greens throw their lot in with the Whites - but the fact the succession dispute is now between mother and son only makes the fighting that much worse.

Things finally resolve some years later with Jacerys taking the throne, but with the strength of the crown and stability of Westeros being much shaken. Though Aemond - Jace's strongest supporter - managed to kill the traitor Daemon in battle, he died of his own wounds soon after. Jace was able to take Dragonstone and capture his mother and (half)siblings soon after, but the suspicious deaths of Viserys and Aegon the Younger after he ordered the lot of them imprisoned in the Maidenvault haunts his reign.

Though Jace's reign is only as peaceful as any medieval fantasy kingdom ever is, he does two things which help to stabilize Westeros and House Targaryen in the long run. First: he lives a long time, but not so long that his only his only heirs are minor grandchildren, which keeps the succession peaceful when it comes. Second: He orders an end to all marriages within four degrees of consanguinity - and includes stepfamily and foster relationships in this decree. While this does still allow for first cousin marriage, it also keeps the worst problems of inbreeding from affecting the noble houses of Westeros.

Bonuses include: 1) Making no one a saint - or a sinner. Every player in the Dance is human, with all the associated foibles, and who react to their traumas in understandable, if sometimes undesirable, ways; 2) Such complicated family dynamics - and family relationships - as to keep an entire army of psychologists employed for centuries. The fault lines don't just appear between Alicent's children and Rhaenyra's children, but among and between them; and 3) Not a single word said about The Prince That Was Promised, The Song of Ice and Fire, or any other prophesy that might allude to the events of ASOIAF.

And that's all I have: a great way to make a complicated situation more complicated, but very little detail of the Dance itself. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back if you do anything with it.

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This is an excerpt from a story I am working on. PA Works didn’t give us that playdate scene they hinted at during the sixth episode, “Love is Blind.”

Submitting this for #kazukiweek2023 for daycare/night out prompt @bdcharacterweek

“Rei, Rei, Rei, come out, come out, wherever you are!”

Kazuki checked Rei’s possible bolt holes in the loft, but the bathroom was empty and so was his unused bedroom. When he turned the glass door handle to the terrace, cigarette smoke surrounded his friend like a smoke bomb listening to his headphones as he swayed his head. No wonder he didn’t budge at Kazuki’s arrival at all.

Kazuki touched Rei’s arm softly, careful not to surprise the younger man, whose eyes were closed listening intently to his music. Kazuki would love to know what type of tunes that required his friend’s attention and concentration, a face devoid of worries at this moment. When Rei finally noticed him, he was red in the face and quickly turned the music off.

“Kazuki, what the hell?!”

“Dude, I just want to tell you that you still have 30 minutes before you pick up Taiga and his mother from the train station,” Kazuki informed him. Rei’s eyes turned shifty, collected his things and stood up.

“Why fetch them from the train station anyway? I thought they just live nearby,” Rei grunted his way to the door.

“They went to see Taiga’s grandmother in Kanagawa too. She’s bringing the kid here after that.”

For security reasons, Kazuki suggested that they they should meet on a neutral place for the child’s pickup and back. Sato, at first, was not impressed. Doubt was etched on her voice when Kazuki talked to her on the phone. When they met at the Aozora daycare to fetch their children, she was apprehensive to talk to him in person. Their interaction mostly happened either with private messaging or Line chat group with the other moms anyway.

“You can trust me, Mr. Kurusu, but can I trust you?” She appeared hurt.

“That’s a bit forward, Ms Kawasemi. Of course, you can. It is a matter of our household policy. I hope you understand.”

But her anger and doubt vanished as soon as she saw her son and Miri leaving the door while holding hands. Both children shared that sympathy that somehow bothered Kazuki initially. He thought Taiga was giving his daughter a hard time. Observing Miri develop her own way of thinking and set of morals truly fascinated him.

“Oh well, Taiga doesn’t stop talking how Miri did this or Miri did that. I guess, we’ll see each other on Saturday then,” Sato smiled. Her heart melted seeing Taiga clung to Miri. She finally succeeded releasing the poor girl from Taiga’s strong grip. Sato waved goodbye and quickly forgot her somewhat heated conversation with Kazuki earlier. Taiga was eager to tell her his stories as his small hands clutched on to her skirt.

Kazuki gazed at the two figures slowly dissipating from his view. Sato was not classically pretty but wore a kind and comely face. She initiated the first contact explaining to him how grateful and happy she was that Miri was a good influence on her child. On the other hand, rumours spread like wildfire about Sato and her husband cheating behind each other’s back.

Not my problem, not my partner, Kazuki noted.

He watched as the other mothers pick up their kids. These women used to have their own lives before they got married. Now what they had were absent husbands and fathers and so much housework. Furariimen these men were called. Husbands and fathers who don’t return home immediately avoiding their duties.

At least, Rei caught early on why there should be a division of labour at home if they wanted to make this family work. He’d grown so much as a person after Kazuki “ran away” in June. It was a wake-up call: taking care of a sick child, cheering her on her endeavors. He volunteered more often to bring and pick Miri up to and from the daycare centre apart from helping at home. He also got interested in cooking. His French toast was way better than a month ago. But the way he drenched the bread with cinnamon was over the top. Oh. Strange categorising Rei with the nursery mothers’ husbands. Kazuki shook his head smiling at his inanity. They still had a lot of things to talk about.

#buddy daddies #kazukiweek2023 #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #miri unasaka #taiga #taiga’s mom #prompt: daycare/night out #my fanfic stuff #buddy daddies fan fiction #my fic stuff

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Those rumors they have big teeth: Ch 1 Snippet

as i said, some more band au spoilers were incoming so here’s a snippet from chapter one

@isabrella @sorshatanthalos (or kitstanthalos on Twitter)with the help of @resurrecho) are excited to share more with you!

Actual chapter coming soon! (Watch this space on Willow wednesday 👀)

Hi Graydon! And you must be Elora,” Jade says, a cheerful pitch in her voice.

Last week, Jade, in a move of total betrayal, invited Kit’s childhood friend, Graydon, to try out for their band. Graydon offered to bring his friend, Elora, a singer. Kit is not enthused about trialing Elora in the slightest–they don’t need another singer. Kit’s just fine, thank you very much. And she doesn’t know Elora from a sack of bricks. At least she likes Graydon, trusts him not to be weird about her family, knows he’s probably incredibly talented on bass, because he was always the kind of kid who succeeded at everything he tried his hand at, including stupid macaroni art projects in elementary school.

Sorsha nods at her and leaves them. Graydon pushes Elora into the studio and lets the door shut behind them. He’s carrying an unwieldy bass case.

“Hi again,” Graydon says.

“Hi!” Elora says. Kit immediately narrows her eyes at her. She carries a “sun’s out” tote bag on her shoulder (gag), and she twirls a strand of her hair around her finger nervously.

Jade obliges her after an awkward moment that Kit has absolutely no problem extending. “I’m Jade,” she says. “This is Kit.”

“Hi,” Kit says.

Jade purses her lips.

“I love that song!” Elora says. “I prepared a couple of songs but if you want we can just do that.”

“Uh, Elora is the girl I told you about before. She’s a really great singer,” Graydon says. Upon being more formally introduced, Elora perks up.

“It’s so nice to meet you all!” Elora says, holding out a hand to shake. Kit’s hands grip her guitar a little harder. Kit’s only known her for two seconds, but she seems infuriatingly upbeat. Like all of her sentences end in punctuation other than a period. Elora’s gaze travels over both of their faces before settling on Kit’s and her eyes widen slightly as she seems to take in the person in front of her.

“Oh, you’re Madmartigan and Sorsha’s daughter, right? Gray didn’t mention that! Let me tell you, I felt like I was dreaming when Sorsha Tanthalos opened the front door.”

Kit bristles at the mention of her parents. Elora better not be one of those weird obsessed fans of her parents’ band. “Yes,” she says, cautiously, pushing some hair out of her eyes. “Are you going to be a weird fangirl about it? We actually don’t need a singer if you are.”

“Oh, no, it’s not like that! It’s just a small world, I guess. Willow is my godfather, I’ve heard a lot about you because of the whole band and everything, you know?”

“Well I’ve heard nothing about you,” Kit says. Which is true. Her mom and Willow had a falling out when she was a little kid, all around the same time her dad…

Anyway. It’s not like anyone was eager for stories about Willow’s goddaughter.

“Oh,” Elora’s face falls, “Well, I guess that makes sense.”

“So. You gonna sing or are we gonna plot out our family trees?” Kit grumbles; Jade elbows her lightly. “What?”

“Be nice,” Jade says, and Kit huffs. “Whenever you’re ready, Elora. Maybe just something you prepared? We can do You Belong With Me later.”

Kit glares. They absolutely will not be doing You Belong With Me with this random girl. It’s a Kit and Jade specialty.

Graydon gives Elora a little thumbs up, which is funny, since he’s not even confirmed to be in the band. Kit sighs, resigned to the fact that she’s going to have to at least hear Elora out.

“Can I use this?” Elora asks, tapping the keyboard that they occasionally use when they need more than their guitar and drums.

“Yep,” Jade says, giving her an encouraging gesture. Kit sighs deeply and Jade shoots her another capital-L Look.

Elora settles herself behind the keyboard, pressing a few buttons, tapping a couple of keys until she’s satisfied.

Jade picks up the mic stand that they rarely use and shifts it over in front of the keyboard. Elora looks obviously out of her depth with a real microphone. The last time she performed was probably some high school talent show.

She fiddles with the stand for a few seconds before Graydon intervenes and raises it to the right height for her.

“Thanks,” she says, smiling cheerfully at him and then turning it on Kit and Jade. Kit ups the scowl factor a bit. Jade smiles sunnily and steps unsubtly on Kit’s toes.

Kit steps backwards, glaring at her.

Elora places her hands on the keyboard and taps out a note.

Oh, no.

Not The Climb. Anything but that. Please, god, don’t let their new singer unironically sing The Climb.

#willow #willow 2022 #willow fanfiction #tanthamore #tanthamore fanfiction #willow fic #Willow fanfic #tanthamore fanfic #tanthamore fic #band au #more clownery #kit do be in situations #kit tanthalos #jade claymore #elora danan #graydon hastur #thraxus boorman #miels writes #now with friends!

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Summary: In their latest scheme to fundraise for Regionals, The New Directions decide to host the spookiest haunted house that Lima, Ohio has ever seen. But when strange things start happening on the set of their haunted house, it may be the spooksters themselves who get the biggest fright.

Chapter 2 By Sophie (@sopheadraws)

Not much trumped Blaine’s tendency to shut down and spiral when things became difficult, but he was a deeply loyal friend before anything else (often to the extent of neglecting his own needs). Kurt received the bulk of Blaine’s unbridled devotion –after all, they say love drives you crazy– but Blaine’s patience toward Rachel was greater than most, and he could recognize her scream of terror via the quantity of spiders that crept into McKinley High. He instinctively rushed back to a door leading into the main auditorium, which he’d left propped open knowing the heavy, metal doors tended to jam shut against their wooden frames, but it closed behind him... regardless.

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“Dang it. Nononono. Open you stupid- ” Blaine muttered as he pulled at the door handle with both hands, his shoes slipping against the cheap carpeting.

“You should say ‘fuck’,” said a female voice near one of the bathrooms, “Bewitched words take away bad feelings.”

Blaine looked over his shoulder carefully at first, but his tense arms relaxed by his sides when he identified the voice as a deranged-looking Brittany S. Pierce. The Cheerio stood in place by the men’s bathroom, only wearing her uniform skirt and a zebra striped bra. Brittany shed clothing on a regular basis, but Blaine had never seen her cradle a soap dispenser like a baby before. Blonde hair fell out of her signature ponytail by the hairspray-matted lock while they stared at each other, but she didn’t seem to notice.

Several silent moments passed between them before Blaine responded. “My family doesn’t say those kinds of words. Well, my parents aren’t in charge of me! I just don’t like being crude, and...” he cleared his throat, “Can you help me open this door so I can make sure Santana didn’t kill Rachel?”

“No. I don’t like Rachel; Santana should kill her. Also, The Woman told me to protect the bubble babies with my life. That’s more important.”

Blaine felt like screaming himself. He liked Brittany just fine –they both liked petting zoos, Disney marathons, and colorful bow ties– but sometimes it felt like she didn’t even try to leave the fantasy dimension only Santana understood when they needed her. He slumped against the door to avoid ranting about something even more embarrassing than his family’s policy on curse words. Like his feelings for Kurt.

And Brittany just stood there, staring into nothing and stroking the soap dispenser, thinking about whatever Brittany thought about.

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On the other hand, Kurt faced the reality of Rachel Berry’s hysteria, which wasn’t as enjoyable as Blaine’s panic-stricken plight might suggest. New Directions –several of whom Kurt didn’t even know were there– came pouring out of every nook and cranny the auditorium had to offer when Rachel screamed out. Unsurprisingly, she found the flitting of nearly a dozen confused high schoolers unhelpful: Finn stamped on the glass, loudly shattering it further; Santana broke into inappropriate laughter upon seeing Artie’s half-applied makeup and bald cap, and Rory tripped over his own feet running down the house.

“I appreciate your concern for my predicament, but I must do as Galinda would and ‘rise above it’,” unstifled squeaks revealed the cracks in Rachel’s conviction. “I can handle the faulty installations of April Rhodes’ incompetent electrician if everyone else stays on track!”

“Babe, you’re being very strong, but we don’t have wiring tools, and you wouldn’t know how to use them if we did,” Mercedes pointed out.

Having a plausible explanation and plan –even if she had no chance of succeeding and would certainly just get upset again in the process– seemed to revive Rachel. “Then you can help me! Santana isn’t really doing anything, so she can do Artie’s bald cap instead.”

“I’m doing the sheet thingy with Kurt,” Santana rebuked.

“Exactly; you’re not doing anything. Kurt will join Mercedes and myself since he fixes cars, and, as long as the rest of you stick to the schedule, my blueprints will create the best haunted house Lima has ever seen.”

It took some haggling, but the others ultimately let Rachel go on her wild goose chase with the condition that Santana replaced Mercedes as the second companion (a decision Santana would later deny personally suggesting). So, Rachel led them on a fruitless search through every closet while she talked incessantly about Finn, and Broadway, and Finn again, and her newfound passion for journaling. By the time she finally gave up looking, Kurt was about one more “you’re in-the-closet” joke away from killing them both.

“I’m going to Home Depot, and you’re going back to the sheet,” Rachel announced after they finished rummaging through a particularly boring janitor closet in the dressing rooms.

Kurt almost let her go, but he knew Rachel needed her perfect exhibit more than he needed to get away from her. “Didn’t Blaine already go out to buy something? I know Finn tossed him his keys, and he hasn’t been here since. It’d make more sense just to call him to pick everything up.”

Santana smirked, “This place hasn’t had phone signal all day, but if hearing Anderson’s dull blabber is that important to you, maybe you should go instead.”

They argued back and forth as they headed back to the stage, but upon reaching the door, they stopped in their tracks. The plaque of Lillian Adler stared right back at them.

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Author's Note: Thank you to A.) my bed for literally supporting me when I cried over this project B.) my father, who offered to write this for me because I cried (his hypothetical subplot about Sue carving pumpkins naked would have been better than this) C.) and my beta, Cathy :)

Chapter 3

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bubblegumbeech · 1 year

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Keep your Memory Close

Part 17 of my Exploring the Zone series

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His Ma’s farm was wonderful, the ground easy to till, the chores relatively easy to keep up with. She had so much water it felt like a dream, and the sun even set on its own. He didn’t need to calculate a time to cover the fields to protect them from over exposure.

With Danny and Jazz both back in Amity Park, it was especially nice. Because he didn’t feel like he had to defend himself. He still missed his dad but Ma had told him about what happened. How his dad wanted to move on, restart their lives. How his Ma couldn’t, only to realize she was happier on her own anyways.

Flynn wondered if maybe he would have ended up the same way even if he hadn’t fallen through that portal. If his parents would have still divorced and Flynn still felt the need to build his own life from the ground up.

Plenty of his siblings didn’t live in isolation like him. Some had other friends, or lived on the move, or even just hung out at their own lairs between lessons.

He pulled a weed, and it came up easily. It didn’t scream, or fight, or try to bite back at him.

It was nice…

It made him miss home.

It made him miss Dokkaebi and Rabbit Guise. And all his other siblings.

He wiped the sweat off his brow. Would it be better to stay? To leave his siblings behind? Or would that be the same as giving up? He’d made a promise, over a decade ago now, that he would never give up.

Standing straight, Flynn looked over his Ma’s field as memories he’d never buried stole him away from the moment.

Flynn was scared. He’d been scared non-stop for about a year now. Or however long he’d been trapped in the Infinite Realms, away from his real family. Surrounded by his so-called siblings. With their teeth, and flying, and weird powers and weirder shapes.

He’d mostly been taken under the wing of a large were-wolf looking ghost named Fido.

Fido was terrifying to look at–half skeletal and half feral looking wolf– and the first time they’d met, Flynn had attacked him with a big stick, desperately trying to protect himself as Mother laughed.

She’d taken the stick from him, gently, then explained that this was his big brother now, and that he'd help guide him in Flynn’s lesson that time. Because Flynn was young, and weak.

And he needed to get stronger.

The lesson that time was hard for both of them. Flynn had to learn how lessons worked, the bare minimum to survive them. Fido had to learn how to get a human through the Eternal Hike alive. Fido had a much, much , harder time than Flynn.

Of course, his next lesson was alone. Mother couldn't risk letting him develop dependence. That would leave him weak . So she’d thrown him into the Garden Web. He’d discovered the blood blossoms there–a weak enough strand that it barely did anything to stronger ghosts, but it was something he could use to his advantage.

Misery had been very proud of that.

Fido too. Helped him choose a good place to try and start a garden. (Not that they succeeded. Gardening is hard even in a mortal realm. In the Realms it was almost impossible. Flynn had started taking voluntary trips to the Garden Web after that.)

He missed Fido. Despite his appearance, he was warm, welcoming and easy to get along with. Fido used to pat him on the head whenever he felt scared or alone or homesick and remind him that wolves were pack creatures.

The last time he’d seen Fido… Had been in the Mirrorage Maze.

They’d made it to the end. Surrounded by doppelgangers so twisted and morphed they were unrecognizable, not that either of them would recognize people who had been lost to the maze.

Fido had been struggling for a long time. A lot of responsibility weighed him down, his obsession pack-focused but it was… weakening. The struggle was too much even as he tried to help and protect his siblings.

The worst part… Was how little Flynn had expected it.

Mother Misery had made it clear that she would not let her children End. She was protective, cruel, but protective. She kept an eye on them, and if she thought they were going to fail, or be put at any actual risk she would put a stop to the lesson, fix them up herself, and then start a new lesson.

It wasn’t generally worth failing a lesson, just to be put right back into a new one, so naturally Flynn and the others would struggle and strive to survive each and every time. Their rest was earned after all.

Flynn, Fido, and Rabbit Guise had made it to the end of the lesson. They were steps away from the exit. They were so close .

Fido had grabbed the both of them in a hug, tight and warm and uncomfortable before Flynn noticed he wasn’t as solid as he should have been.

“Fido? What is going on?” Flynn was still so young then, had no idea.

Rabbit Guise had grabbed Fido's wrist. “You can’t,” he said, his voice breaking.

“I’m sorry kiddos.” Fido’s tail wagged slowly. “I only had enough to get you through this maze I think.”

“Enough what? Fido?” Flynn felt panic start to build in his chest, a knot of it tightening with every unspoken word or apologetic glance. “Do you need ectoplasm?”

Fido had stopped him even as Flynn reached for the purified ectoplasm he’d started carrying with him. “I’m sorry Flynn. It’s not something like that.”

“You can still make it,” Rabbit Guise hadn’t let go, but Fido was barely solid enough to hold onto. “You just need a reason .”

“I don’t want one. You can both take care of yourselves now. That’s what mattered, in the end.”

“I can’t,” Flynn found himself saying, “I can’t. I still need help, with the garden–”

Fido chuckled and shook his head. “You got them to bloom last I saw.”

Tears filled Flynn’s vision, leaking down his cheeks and into the freshly plucked blood blossoms around his neck. “But I need…”

“Shhh,” Fido placed a single claw to Flynn’s lips. “You know better, than to say that where Mother can hear.”

He did. He thought though, it would be worth an extra lesson, to keep his brother.

“ Fido ,” Mother stormed into the room, “ No no no, you’re stronger than this– ”

She gathered him into her arms and started weaving; her healing faded with him though, useless and empty. She started singing next, urging him to choose a new obsession, to keep existing. She even promised to help, promised respite. But nothing worked.

Fido disappeared smiling.

That was how Flynn discovered Mother Misery’s biggest fault.

Yes, she could protect them from anything. Could teach them to be strong. But she couldn’t force them to hold on. Could keep them from Ending, but not from Fading.

Misery Vex could not keep a ghost from moving on.

“Flynn?” His Ma’s voice dragged him out of his memories, and warm, calloused hands that felt so solid, so human, brushed away his tears. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry Ma,” was all he could say.

He made a promise back then, between him and Rabbit Guise, as they mourned their brother. They’d both promised to never give up, to keep fighting. For their siblings, for each other.

That was why Flynn had to go back.

Why he couldn’t let himself fall into the easy domesticity a mortal life provided. His siblings needed him. So did Mother.

It was hard, almost impossible, to change a ghost’s self. But that was exactly what Misery Vex made her specialty, and Flynn was her child. He could find a way, somehow, to change it all. He had to.

He’d promised.

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