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leviscolwill · 9 months

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glue song

pairing: trent alexander arnold x reader

summary: after going picnicking with your little cousins, you feel like your relationship with your boyfriend has taken a new step (wc: 1k)

contents: established relationship, talk abt having kids, so fluffy you might die in it, suggestive ending i guess ??

note: i'm in a trent mood lately, just look at him being so babygirl. i want to be his controversially young gf so bad (gasly core)

reblogs and feedback are very very much appreciated 🫶

now playing: glue song by beebadoobee and clairo

when your cousin asked you to babysit her kids for the afternoon, you immediately accepted. you were very close to your family but still felt like you didn't see your cousin or her twin daughters enough so you jumped on the occasion.

trent had already met your family quite a few times but when you told him the news, he was already planning the whole day ahead wanting to make the most out of the afternoon you'll spend with olivia and amalia.

he'd prepared custom sandwiches for them according to their taste and he forced you to bake cookies with him for them.

"come on it'll be fun." he practically pleaded.

"but trent you know that we can't bake to save our life."

"we ? who is we ? i'm a great baker." he replied side eyeing you while grabbing every ingredient needed. it was the truth, sort of. trent was not a great baker but he was definitely better than you, his cookies were edible (most of the time) and even good, sometimes.

but baking with trent was always a hustle, you tried to focus on the recipe while he wanted to wing it, saying it would taste better this way.

"you should listen to the real chef here love, it's not a big deal if we don't put the exact same amount of vanilla you know. now, be a good sous-chef and grab the whip for me please" he told you with a cocky grin, he knew how you would react to his words, exactly how he wanted you to.

you grabbed the whip only to playfully hit his shoulder with it while trent dramatically whined that you wanted him injured for the start of the season.

it didn't surprise you that your boyfriend was this excited about spending his day with actual kids, the way he was behaving like one right now.

after at least an hour of battling with trent, and cleaning your flour-maculated kitchen, your cookies were ready. and after tasting one (for research purposes, of course), you could say they were good, 'probably the best thing ever baked' in your boyfriend's words.

after a while, your shared house's doorbell finally rang, and trent nearly jumped out of his seat to open the door, you followed him and welcomed your cousin and her 7 year old daughters.

"thank you so much for babysitting them today, they're very happy to see their favorite aunty and uncle." your cousin beamed while giving you their bags, heavy with toys.

"we're also happy to spend some time with them, we have a great afternoon planned." you replied with a smile. trent who had his hand on your waist was quick to agree with you too.

after olivia and amalia hugged their mum goodbye, trent was already grabbing your bags full of sandwiches, sweets, and freshly baked cookies.

"uncle trent did you know my team won the school's football competition in may." amalia beamed at trent while she told him how she scored the winning goal for her team, thanks to her sister's brilliant assist. seeing trent and your little cousins get along this well made your chest feel warm at the scene, you almost wished for today to never end, although it was far from over.

once you settled your large blanket in the park, your boyfriend chose. you gave olivia and her sister their sandwiches with a kiss on their forehead. you turned around to take your own when you met trent eyes and his lovesick smile.

"why are you looking at me like that ?" you asked him with a shy smile as you felt the blush creep up your cheeks.

"do i need a reason to stare at my girl now ?" he answered, quickly pressing a kiss on your lips.

"ewww." olivia covered her eyes in disgust, while amalia pretended to throw up.

you laughed at their dramatic reactions and took a bite of the sandwich prepared by trent.

after the girls finished their sandwiches, they tasted the homemade cookies and absolutely loved them.

"of course they're perfect, they were made by liverpool's best baker." trent beamed pointing at himself. you rolled your eyes while olivia and amalia laughed at his ridiculous claim.

when it was finally time to go, you cleaned up everything while your cousins started walking to the car holding each other's hands.

"come on let's go home, my three princesses." he said, while bringing your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it and kiss the side of your head while you started walking, holding hands like teens.

after your cousin picked up olivia and amalia, and thanked you again, the house seemed oddly silent. not the awkward kind of silence but a comforting one, the kind of silence you often shared with trent when words weren't needed.

"i really had fun today you know." trent broke the silence, stroking your hair.

"yeah, i noticed that, i'm glad you get on well with them."

"i think you'd be a great mum." he said almost in a whisper. you did not expect this. trent and you have been together for over a year already, but you've never had this talk.

"are you trying to tell me something ?" you asked, looking up at him.

"i don't know, not really, i was just thinking that maybe-" you put an end to his suffering quickly when you noticed his stammering.

"i'm joking trent... i think you'd be a great dad, the best actually."

he looked at you lovingly and kissed you in a manner that was definitely different than when the girls were here.

his kisses started trailing down your neck as you moved your head to the side, implicitly telling him to keep going.

"should we start practicing then mmh ?"

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deadpool15 · 7 months

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Sugarbaby vibes ✨️

I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.

Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.

But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.

"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.

I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."

I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.

After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."

Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.

Rule 1: Don't question anything

Rule 2: Don't talk back

Rule 3: Don't touch yourself

You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.

I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.

"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.

"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.

"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.

"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."

#swf2 #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee #bada lee x reader

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 2 years

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Kaz Brekker x gn! Reader - Silk

A/n: This is based off that post about kaz in a red shirt, I just... expanded on it

Warnings: being flustered, swearing, sexual tension??? I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: Kaz needs to dress up for a job, and your the one who gets to pick his outfit.

The three P's:

[Pronouns used: you/your] [Pov: 2nd person] [Pairings: romantic! Kaz x reader, platonic! crows x reader]

You knew this would be a good idea you just didn't know how amazing it would be.

Kaz Brekker needed to dress up a... certain way (to say the least) to fit the part so the crows and you could get into an overly fancy party. All the while you'll be stealing diamonds worth a couple thousand kruge.

Just all in a days work for the crows.

This- this was not all in a days work for you though. Kaz Brekker in a red, silk, button up shirt. Your stopped breathing, as soon as you saw him.

Well, fuck you.

The funny thing is that Kaz looked absolutely enraged that he had to wear this, and for some reason the crows said they had to see it before hand to make sure it would be suitable or whatever. They talk as if he didn't have style, and although sometimes it doesn't feel like it; Kaz Brekker definitely had style.

You noticed it everyday, and everyday your head would spin a bit more looking at him.

Now though, now that you were the one in charge of his clothes and this had been the result? Well, you weren't sure if Kaz was going to be able to ever chose his own outfit again.

"I'm pretty sure this gives Dirtyhands a whole new meaning." Nina pipes up, as she glances over to you.

Instantly your cheeks go aflame, and your mind wanders and what if-

Nope, your heart would not be able to take it, nope.

Yet as he stood in front of you the silky, red button up shirt, looking like an saint, you knew there was no denying. You had to finish off the look, even if it would surprise Kaz, and all the crows, even if after, Jesper would just claim that you had just wanted to see him in it. Fucking hell, there was no denying it, because you do. You really do want to see him in it.

Walking to the shelf in Kaz's office you lifted a couple of items before revealing the basically holy grail, to the saint.

Kaz Brekker with a corset.

You were going to die.

You placed your hands out in front of Kaz's astonished face, not even caring about the other crows. The leather, and cotton felt like they were going to explode in your hands. Or perhaps that's how you felt giving Kaz the black corset.

Surprisingly, he doesn't try and argue with you, or even worse laugh at you. Instead he looks at you, and for a second there's a flash of emotion in his eyes, but it's gone before you can catch what it is. Then...

"Can you help me put it on?"

Apparently that was not the response anyone in the office thought Kaz was going to say, because the room was pushed into astounding silence.

You don't say anything you just walk over to the mirror that he has in his bathroom. As he follows you, you have to stop yourself from shouting out with joy and embarrassment. You are pretty sure this entire ordeal is more embarrassing for you, then it is for him.

Naturally the crows follow, because they want to know every single thing that's going to happen. For any other group of friends if two "friends" were going off to help each other try on some clothes the others would leave them alone, thinking nothing of it. But this is Kaz Brekker, and you, and they know there must be something else going on.

He gets most of it on by himself, really the only thing he needs help with, are the straps in the back. Just with the tightening, and tying.

"Well?" Kaz asks you impatient as you stare at his back.

"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?"

Immediately his words sent signals to the rest of your body and you've finally picked up the black straps that are woven through the back of the floral corset.

Pulling slightly, just to see how much he could take, when you do he rolls his eyes and you know you have to pull more, but god dammit! Your heart is literally in your throat you can't do this- You can't do this!

Abruptly you pull, probably hard enough to take somebody's head off and he stumbles back and for a second his back is pressed up against your chest and oh saints, murder you now.

He doesn't regain his footing right away though, he keeps some of his weight on you and you can hear him gasping for air.

You're sure your friends have let out mini gasps, and whoops, but your mind is fully focused on Kaz. The only thing on your mind is Kaz.

Fuck you Kaz, for taking up every inch of your mind and soul. For being the true criminal that he is, and stealing a very big special place in your heart.

Then he leans forward a bit, so there's not much room for you to work with, but you make do as you tie the straps together.

Then to your disbelief he turns around so he's facing you and fuck all your heart just stops.

Kaz Brekker looks gorgeous.

From the shirt, to the corset Dirtyhands himself looks like the most sinful man, in the best ways. You feel like your face has been set aflame, because of this man in front of you.

Then he slyly smirks at you, and looks you up and down.

"Like what you see?"

Suddenly you want to make Kaz feel the same flustered feeling that you feel.

So you trail your hand from the bottom of the corset (knowing full well he wouldn't be able to feel your skin at all. Maybe only the warmth of it.) All the way to were his nipples would be, then you trail a finger down from there, letting your nail scratch it as it goes down.

"I sure do Gorgeous."

Then the Bastard of the barrel himself explodes into a flustered mess.

"Well we know who's helping Kaz get ready for tomorrow." Jesper's voice is heard, as you can hear the loud laughter of your other friends in the background.

Both of your heads whip back to the doorway to find all the crows with matching; "I told you so!" Smirks etched upon their faces.

"What?!" Both your voices ring out at once.

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affectionatecorpse · 1 month

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Alright so I replayed Shadow of the Colossus and I'm being totally normal about Dormin /s sooo I'm gonna say my opinion on the "if they are evil or not" argument.

Now before I get into my interpretation, I just wanna say, I respect everyone's opinion on the matter. That's the point of a story, to read between the lines and come to your own conclusion, to form your own thoughts on it. However you see Dormin as a character is valid. But let's keep things nice and peaceful, yeah?

Right off the bat, I don't believe Dormin is evil. Morally gray, perhaps, but they don't really do anything significantly EVIL. The most evil thing they probably do in game is order the extermination of the Colossi, which yeah, okay, fair enough, is kinda unfair. But people seem to forget that these Colossi ARE Dormin. They are all pieces of them left behind after their downfall. By killing the Colossi, you're simply returning the fragments back to where they came from; the very person who wants them back.

We don't know why Dormin was sealed away, but a common theme in human history is fearing the things that are stronger than us. From what it seems regarding Dormin's powers in life and death, Wander is not the first person to approach them for help playing with mortality. It's very likely Dormin was sealed away because of their power, or perhaps because of a bad side effect that they probably warned about beforehand.

Which brings me onto the fact Wander suffered greatly for what he did. But Dormin DID warn him. They warned him several times in fact. He chose to do it anyway, and Dormin let him make that mistake himself. After all, mistakes are important, they help us learn. But Dormin never disrespects his decision. They're sympathetic to his motivation, whereas most entities might not care about 'just another mortal'. But Dormin very clearly shows empathy towards the predicament Wander is going through, and honours that wish through and through.

In fact, they go above and beyond for Wander's efforts. The deal was to bring Mono back to life when back at full strength. But assuming the theory that the eagle is Dormin is actually true, they also keep a close eye on Wander. They watch over him. It may also be safe to assume that Dormin is the one to bring Wander back every time he collapses, as that magic is in fact theirs, which is not something they were ever obligated to do. They could've just let him find his own way back after waking up, but he's never left out in the open for too long.

Let's not forget, they also took responsibility for Wander getting hurt in the final battle. They claimed to 'borrow' his body in order to fight a fair battle, perhaps to avoid the unfair advantage they had against a group of humans. When Wander got caught up in their resealing, they could've let him die, as they go back to their life of solitude and wait for someone else to free them again. But they don't. They spend whatever power they have left to bring Wander back, something they really didn't have to do. And that's probably why he came back a baby, because they didn't have alot of time (or power) left to heal him fully.

Which is also the case with Agro. Let's be honest here, nothing could survive that fall. Not a human, and definitely not a horse. These things get all their bones broken if you so much as look at them wrong, do we seriously thing Agro just got up and walked away after that drop? Even if there was water at the bottom, that height would destroy her, or at the very least knock her out, which would again mean she drowned. Not to mention how she got back up to the top remarkably fast despite there being no clear path. So with all that in mind, it's highly likely it was actually Dormin who helped Agro. Which again, they wouldn't be obligated to do by any means.

Dormin is by no means a golden character. But I don't think they were evil. There is so, so much to take into consideration, and so many incidents that simply could not be solved without them acting selflessly. They never even blame Wander for being sealed away again, they never get mad about it at all. Any energy that could be spent on frustration, they instead use to keep Wander, Mono and Agro alive in the end.

Though don't get me wrong, I don't think there's any villain in that story. Not Wander, not Dormin, and not Lord Emon. Each person was simply doing what they felt they had to, and unfortunately, this resulted in an unresolved yet hopeful end to the story.

TL;DR: Dormin is an incredible character to read between the lines of, but any interpretation of them is valid nonetheless.

#sorry about the rambling #shadow of the colossus #sotc #dormin #wander #lord emon #team ico

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lemonyinks · 1 year

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thinks about how love and sacrifice are major themes of one piece thinks about how love and sacrifice are major themes of one piece thinks about how love and sacrifice are major themes of one piece thinks about how love and sacrifice are major themes of one piece

Okay, but seriously, it was something I never noticed when I was young and reading One Piece for the very first time. Back then the emotional scenes were just that, emotional scenes. I never seen the parallels or the way the themes would often reappear in different ways. Now that I'm an adult and I'm reading it once again, it has become a whole lot more apparent just how much of a reoccurring theme they both are, and how they go hand in hand together. I've also begun to realize just how much impact on the narrative these scenes have on future events.

Shank's sacrificing his arm for Luffy is literally one of the first things to happen in the manga, which he did because he obviously loved and cared for Luffy. He calls him a friend only a few pages earlier. He would gladly lose and arm if it meant Luffy would live. It was right after this event as well when Luffy finally stops asking Shank's to take him out to sea with him and vows to become a pirate on his own, just before Shanks gives him his straw hat.

And that wouldn't be the first time someone would sacrifice a limb for someone they cared about in this series. Zeff quite literally ate his own leg so that he could give all of the rations they had to Sanji, hoping that the kid would live long enough to carry out the dream that the both of them shared. The All Blue may have been the initial reason he had for saving Sanji's life, but he undoubtedly grew to love Sanji like a son and I don't doubt for a second he would make that sacrifice a million times over for him.

And then comes Bellemere an arc later. Nami and Nojiko were her reason to keep living, she dedicated her entire life to taking care of those girls and she loved them with her whole being. To her, it was an easy choice to give her own life so that her girls wouldn't have to leave the only home they'd ever known and possibly die all alone out on the sea.

Hiriluk is a bit of a different sacrifice, but a sacrifice nonetheless. His decision to commit suicide was ultimately due to him not wanting Chopper to feel guilt over his death. He loved Chopper, he knew that he was only ever trying to help and that he loved Hiriliuk in return. The doctor couldn't just let that love and desire to help turn into what caused his death. So he chose to take his own life instead so that none of the responsibility landed on Chopper's shoulders.

Once we reach Alabasta, there is of course the iconic Pell scene. He was willing to throw his life away, not only for Vivi, who he loved dearly, but also for the country he served and it's people. I know some say that this scene isn't as impactful as some of the other sacrifices since he didn't truly die in that moment, but in my opinion that doesn't matter. He did it because he loved them all. His feelings were just as strong as those who died or lost limbs, and the Vivi's reaction is equally as real as the other's reactions to the sacrifices made for them. His intentions were to save everyone, and he did just that.

In water 7/Enies Loby (an arc that is itself basically one big love letter) we are introduced to Saul, who had only know Robin for a very short amount of time before the navy showed up to kill the scholars. And yet, in that small period he grew to care about Robin and had a real desire to protect her and ensure that she would not only live, but end up happy one day. He was willing to give up his own life so that this little girl, who he barely even knew, could live on.

Thriller Bark is where we see on of the most memorable Zoro scenes. While this isn't the first time one of the protags has sacrificed themselves for their crewmates, it is one of the most notable. Zoro here takes on all of Luffy's pain, simply because he loves his captain and believes that his dream is worth living on for. He was willing to give up his health, as well as what he thought would be his life, if it meant that Luffy would be able to live longer and carry on with his journey.

And this of course leads us to Marineford, where Ace threw himself in front of Akainu's molten fist in order to save his baby brother with zero hesitation. Ace loved Luffy deeply, he would never have allowed harm to come to him. The two of them loved each other deeply and would rather die than allow the other to be hurt.

Now comes a sacrifice that really parallels Bellameres, even down to their last words to their kids and the way that the both of them died. Cora cared for Law, he really did. He couldn't stand to see a child so young talking about how they were going to die and he wanted to help him, so much so that he all but abandoned the mission he was with the Donquixote pirates for in the first place just so that he could find a cure for Law's sickness. He inevitably came to truly love and care for Law. He gives his life in the confrontation between him and his brother, even going so far as forcing himself to hold on longer in order to let Law escape silently, just so that the child he'd come to love could grow up and live his life.

While Pedro may have sacrificed himself so that the strawhats could go farther on their journey, he didn't really do it for them. He may have thought of them as friends, but in the end his sacrifice was for the people of Zou. He did it for his people, because he loved them and wanted to do everything in his power to help save them from the cruel fate they were being subjected to. He knew that the only way this would be achieved would be if the Strawhats made it out of Big Mom's territory, so he did what he thought he had to in order to help them escape.

Finally, in Wano we have Oden's sacrifice. He let himself be boiled alive in a pot of oil for an hour straight while holding up the weight of nine other people, simply because he believed it gave his retainers, his family, the people he loved, a chance to escape the same fate. But he didn't just do it for them, he gave his life so that his entire country may have the chance at a better future. To the very end, he loved his country and he loved the other samurai.

And these are just a few select examples that I could think of at the time and some of the most memorable ones to me This doesn't even account for Nami giving up her childhood and teen years to free her village, or Sanji saving Nami and Luffy from the avalanche, or Tom turning himself in so that Franky wouldn't be killer, or Robin giving herself up to cp-9 to promise the Strawhats passage, or Luffy letting himself be tortured by Porchemy to keep Sabo and Ace's secret, or the way Dadan stayed behind to fight Bluejam for Ace, or how the Whitebeards all put themselves on the line to try and save Ace, or Pound stopping Oven several times to save his daughter, or when Scarlet tried to feed her starving daughter, or Sanji freeing the crew from Bege, or Killer eating the SMILE and doing Orochi's bidding to give Kid a chance to live, or Law giving himself over to Hawkins to save Bepo, Sachi, and Penguin, or Momo giving up his childhood, or the two times Bon Clay gave themself up to give Luffy time to escape, or the Going Merry sailing on despite being in no condition to, or how the minks allowed themselves to be tortured, or how Rouge literally killed herself to bring Ace into the world. It doesn't even cover the more subtle sacrifices like Usopp lying that there was no pirates so that his village wouldn't have to be afraid, or even Luffy's hunger strike.

There are countless sacrifices within this series that I don't think I could ever really hope of covering them all, unless I were to spend several hours that I don't have on them. But one thing is certain about every single one of them; they are displays of love. I mean, who else do you make sacrifices for, if not for someone you love.

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Miraculous Mortality - Transmutation

CW: gun, body horror, blood and pus and ickiness :( also like. toxic yaoi vibes i guess

It had taken hours to find a suitable shelter—Hours that Jaqueline arguably did not have. Every bandage she once had was now coated with blood and pus, and the boils on her arm just continued to grow and burst and multiply like they fed off of her. Damn that Helix Vert—She could admit he'd pulled a fast one on her, but that was the last time she'd ever let that slimy bastard get that close.

Jaqueline huddled up against a wall, letting herself sink to the floor. She'd lost control over her good arm, too, making everything even harder. Her satchel needed to be opened with the same hand that held her gun, and that hand also had to—It was annoying, in short. If she had any bullets left before recharging, Jaqueline would track that bastard down and make sure to pay him back double for the mess she'd been put through.

Jaqueline fiddled with her revolver, sticking it to her jaw.

"Amalgam."

Jaqueline felt the path of the bullet through her skull, the feeling just as painful as always was. But it made watching her targets writhe in pain all the better, as she knew what it felt like when the copper shrapnel burned through flesh and spread a fire like no other through every nerve. She'd be catatonic for the next few minutes, and then just in debilitating pain for another hour—that was what made shelter so invaluable. If she'd dealt with it in the middle of a horde, she'd be dead meat. And if she was dead meat while the infection was still in her... that bastard Helix would have a carte blanche to her skillset. And there was no way in hell Jaqueline would let anyone take her gun, cause she was sure it was all she needed to be the last woman standing.

Her infected arm began to spasm, dripping pus onto the dirt and gravel as the infection was burned out. And it was never exactly pretty either—The boils and open wounds would suddenly explode in number, her arm splitting apart at the seams and spraying viscera everywhere. Jaqueline threw her head back against the wall, grinding her teeth from the pain. She'd get Helix good for this, she swore it. Tie him up with his own string, force him to grovel at her feet before she stamped his head through the ground with her boot. And if he didn't beg for mercy, she'd find a way to make him—stick her revolver against his head and force his brain to rewire. Imagination was the limit to Amalgam, and Jaqueline chose Iciss because she was as creative as she could be cruel.

The infection was nearly staved off—only mere remnants of the poison remained in the greenish-yellow tint of her veins. Through her grunting and panting, Jaqueline forced a smile; She could only imagine the look on Helix Vert's face when he realized just how easy it was to ruin his 'hard work'. It wouldn't be so easy the other way around, now would it?

Jaqueline's arm buzzed as she finally regained feeling in it. Still, she couldn't bring herself to move it, stretch the fingers that were seconds away from rotting off at one point—All she could do was lie there, drained and nauseous, until the pain fully subsided. It'd be a damn shame if she got jumped again, cause then she'd just have to fight through it instead of giving herself the luxury of a nice rest. But no matter what she put her body through, Jaqueline's spirit would never weaken or waver. She would never die.

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big thanks to...

@bakawitch (Creator of Miraculous Mortality AU)

@nocturnal-notes (Contributor for Beetum/Helix Vert/ I thought you would want to see this anyways :3 )

and whatever lovely individual contribued to Iciss hm i wonder who that could be guess we'll never know

#to start: i totally support mortality adrinette.#i love how their opposing powers were revamped to fit the au and i could SO ship it #....but can Jaqueline have a one-sided toxic psychosexual obsession with René #like she's just always thinking about how much she wants to kill him. to the point where it can't be classified as hate anymore #and rené is at most annoyed but is probably just wrapped up in other things #miraculous mortality #ml au #cw body horror #cw blood #cw guns

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Rating Mature

Chapter Summary

Finn rallies the citizens of Coruscant's Underground; Luke Skywalker's spirit tries one last time to help Kylo Ren turn to the Light; Rey suffers a terrifying vision on her way to Exegol...

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Kylo Ren stood on the wreck of the Second Death Star, gazing at the ocean, watching the tide gradually recede. The ocean was calm now, but Kylo’s mind was in turmoil. He dwelled on Rey, and the events of their latest encounter. He thought of how she had lost herself to the Dark Side in that dilapidated throne room, that he had given her the final push. She had become a feral animal, hellbent on killing him. He got what he wanted— or what he thought he wanted— and it almost cost him his life. No. It was his attachment to her that clouded his judgment and almost cost him his life. He had her beaten, and his hesitation in delivering the final blow allowed her to take advantage and defeat him with the lightning he was still too weak in the Dark Side to call upon. The truth was that he loved her, and that truth was holding him back from reaching his true potential in the darkness. He thought he had surpassed Darth Vader, but he was mistaken. Love. Sentiment. It was the same weakness that ultimately killed his grandfather. It was that weakness that Rey took advantage of to get close enough to fool him with a kiss and steal the Wayfinder from him. She betrayed him again, just as she always did, and he didn't even stop her from leaving. Weakness. Weakness! Now she was on her way to Exegol to end the Sith or even join them-- the state of mind she was in. Either way, his plans were in serious jeopardy. If she managed to kill Palpatine, the secrets of the Sith would be lost. If she joined Palpatine, then Palpatine would most certainly use her to take over the First Order and the rule of the Empire that Kylo Ren had so ruthlessly restored to its former glory. Damn her! He should have killed her when he had the chance. He should have— "Hey, kid." A voice said suddenly from behind him. Luke Skywalker appeared, limned in ghostly light, almost transparent. He looked different than the way Kylo remembered him last—older, his dark goatee a full beard and his hair longer and grayer. He wore light-colored Jedi robes instead of the black he favored before. Immediately, Kylo roared and ignited his lightsaber to attack, intent on ridding himself of his uncle once and for all. Only when he swung the red beam, it was immediately caught in Luke’s gloved hand. Impossible! He was dead. But Luke was very real in front of him, a strength his uncle shouldn’t have been capable of pushing the red beam of his saber back toward him. “No! You’re dead!" Kylo shouted. "The Jedi are nothing more than ghosts!” “The Dark Side has failed you, Ben, just like it failed my father,” Luke said in an infuriatingly calm voice. “Your father was weak!" snapped Kylo. “His love for his family saved him. If only you'd let it save you," countered Luke. "But you've chosen hate instead." "I chose power!" hissed Kylo. “I am more powerful than any Skywalker ever was!” "And where has that power left you?" countered Luke. "Look around! You've lost. Let Kylo Ren die, Ben." "NO!" Kylo tried to wrest his lightsaber free of Luke’s impossible grip. But Luke’s grip remained firm. "Can't you see? The Force has brought you to the same place Darth Vader fell and Anakin Skywalker rose. Join him in the Light." "It's too late," Kylo gritted out through his bared teeth. It was something Snoke had always said. It’s too late for you. They’ll never take you back. "It's not too late," assured Luke. "There's always another path. Follow that path home, Ben."

His uncle’s bright blue eyes bore into his very soul. Instead of finding the hatred and judgment he expected, Kylo instead found love in them. Acceptance. Just like his father. Kylo stared at his uncle, afraid to believe his words. Afraid of the truth of what he was now feeling...

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I'll Be With You

Summary: Did Daemon wish to abandon his wife never to give a sh*t about her ever again? Did Rhea think she would have to endure this treatment from her absentee Lord husband all her life? Would they ever find a way to live without having to deal with one another?

Or would fate change in the blink of an eye and somehow bring them closer together despite their painful past?

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen & Rhea Royce

Set after the stepstones battle, this is the first part of an AU series that explores what could have been between Daemon and Rhea. This is also loosely based on an ongoing AU roleplay with my friend angree_baratheon over on AO3 and I've written it with slight variations here and there.

Chapter 1: Duty and Honour

Rhea had made an effort to avoid being around while he was indecent. Especially whenever the maester insisted that the prince should take a bath. Which was something he had considered necessary for two reasons. First, it was a means to shed his fever body sweat. And second, it gave Maester Purell a chance to inspect the wounds that the prince had gained from his battle at the Stepstones. Purell had informed the lady of the Runestones that her lord husband's wound had finally been able to close properly after days of it not doing so and that the effects of infection had also significantly reduced as well. Now it seemed that whatever fevers would happen would not be as bad nor as life-threatening as the days they had just passed.

This was a relief to Rhea. Because even if she did not have much fondness for her lord husband, she did not wish him dead either. It also meant that she would not have to be a widow. She was going to ignore the fact that their marriage was as good as dead for now and simply rejoice that her husband was going to live. The maester then added that the fatigue of having to fight off his infection for the past weeks and the bouts of fever he had suffered these nights was unlikely to leave any time soon. He also proceeded to advise her that the prince should remain strictly on bed rest. At least until his appetite was to return or the wound to his flank -- which had been the source of his concern -- was too close.

She was glad to know that at least he was not at risk of having his guts fall out of him. Or even worse, have them turn black and in threat of decaying away while the rest of him was still alive leaving him in a state of agonising life until he well, eventually did die. His guts were fine. His muscles were intact. And sure, he had several scars from gashes and burns but none of them had been as life-threatening as this wound that had given the maester much trouble in healing. She had heard of the manner in which her husband had conducted himself. As though he were a one-man army sent to rain hell on Craghas Drahar of Myr and his men. And how he had ultimately marched into the cave himself and slew the Crabfeeder with his mighty sword Dark Sister.

If one thing was certain about Daemon Targaryen, it was that he could be a fearsome force to be reckoned with when he so chose. She was well acquainted with that side of him. Well, at least the watered-down version of it anyway. Since they had been at each other's throats from the time they had been wed, he was ten and six while she was a year younger.

Much to Rhea's scruple, she had opted not to correct the maester in his thinking that she had absolutely any authority over her husband's state when she really didn't. If he were awake right then she knew he wouldn't want her here much less giving her opinions about what was right for him and what wasn't. She was simply here because she needed to be. Out of her sense of duty of being his wife. That was all it was. Or at least it was what she had told herself since she had been raised in this manner. To honour her duties no matter how unfavourable they might have seemed.

Rhea sighed as she sat down by the table full of reports and missives she had been working on since her arrival. She couldn't help but think about their past and how they had ended up in this current situation. It wasn't just the fact that they had been forced into this marriage, but also how Daemon had treated her over the years. She had tried to make it work, in the beginning at least. But as the months and years went on and his negligence became apparent. It seemed that no matter what she did, he would always find something to criticize or belittle her for. Rhea remembered the countless times he had insulted her looks, her intelligence, and even her family. It was as if he enjoyed making her feel small and insignificant.

But as she looked at him now, lying in his bed, weak and vulnerable, Rhea couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity. Maybe he wasn't as invincible as he had always made himself out to be. Maybe, just maybe, he needed her help now. Rhea shook her head, pushing the thought away. She couldn't afford to be naïve. She had seen how he had treated her before, and there was no guarantee that he would change. No, she had to stay strong, for her own sake.

As she got up from her seat, Rhea made a mental note to speak to Maester Purell about any further developments in Daemon's condition. She needed to stay informed, especially if she was going to take care of him. It wasn't something she wanted to do, but it was the right thing to do. For now however, she needed to take care of herself. She didn't wish to grow ill while looking after him since it wouldn't do either of them any good.

With a heavy heart, Rhea left the prince's tent, closing the flap softly behind her.

When she had returned several hours later, it had not been her intention to go in so soon since she was aware her husband had completed his daily bath and examination. But to her surprise, he was standing there. He was actually standing instead of lying in bed as he'd been these past days.

But he was standing and in only his breeches. his white wet hair cascading in droplets over the width of his exposed chest. She was taken aback by his appearance and did not instantly pull her gaze away or excuse herself from the chamber. Instead, her attention was drawn to the partially healed scars on his shoulder and chest, as well as the infected wound.

Rhea swallowed, recognising once more that her husband was a magnificent warrior: such strength, power, and tenacity to survive - like weeds, she thought blandly to herself. She grew more and more bitter as he came closer, invading her space as she found him suddenly drawing closer and then... he kisses her. Suddenly, and out of nowhere with no room to deny it was happening. And without any space where either of them could've played pretend.

To say that she was surprised would have been quite the understatement. Particularly given how her expression appeared to be so very telling of the feelings she currently had whirling inside her. Her mouth having fallen agape as her eyes stared at him in utter disbelief. Was this truly happening? She was more than aware that she hadn't been the one suffering a fever all these past weeks but right then she did feel extremely hot and feverish. What was this? How was this even happening? Was he in his right mind? So many questions raced through her mind while she stood frozen in her spot simply staring blankly at him. Knowing that she hadn't kissed him back. The last time she had was a brief peck on their wedding day that could hardly be constituted as a kiss and certainly wasn't anything like what was just happening But then gingerly, hesitatingly, and quite demurely not in the least all at once.

She found herself moving herself closer to him and actually reciprocating. Not eagerly nor boldly, no. But tentative in nature. Enough that she was sure he would've felt the pressure of her returning the kiss. She was being rather careful with her hands however and where she placed them. Trying not have them anywhere near his wounds. There was certainly no need to have a repeat of the last few days. She settled for settling them near his hips instead, but even then, her touch was featherlike, and barely there. Feeling too hesitant, that she couldn't touch him. She will always feel like she was not welcomed when it came to him. He had taught her that, after all.

When they finally part, a small, demure sigh is released from lips of the lady of Runestone. It had escaped her before Rhea could hold it back between her teeth, her tongue darting at the suspicious taste of him. She resisted the temptation to touch her lips like a young, inexperienced maiden who had just been kissed for the very first time. And as her brown eyes are slow to open, slow to take in the flickers from her lord husband's mouth to his own piercing eyes. She squints, watching him like with great scrutiny, before finally deciding to speak and in a whisper, she let her question be heard.

' You must have mistaken me for someone else, my lord husband. I'm afraid I am not your whore. '

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A nice, long soak was exactly what he had needed after days of being stuck in bed with a high fever that had made him far too ill for far too long. But now that he was on his own two feet once again, he certainly did not want to return to being an invalid. At least not by choice anyway. A bath had been the first course of action to rid himself of the misery of the past few several days although he wasn't certain exactly for how long he had been unconscious. He simply assumed it was a few short days.

However, if there was one not-too-bad thing that had come from all this, it was how devotedly his wife had sat by his bedside for most of his nights. At times, he wasn't even sure if it was really her or just an apparition. Because there was no way she would be tending to, was there? In the times he found himself waking in a delirious dream like state, he had often found her there. Sitting beside him. Or at the table. But she had been there. Never leaving him. It wasn't until he had finally risen that those visions returned to him like a flood of unbidden memories. Leaving him bewildered, in awe and quite curious even.

Yet, it wasn't until when he saw her come into his chambers right then. That his mind immediately realized that all of those vision were not a fever dream after all. She was actually here. And curiously enough, she was caring for him as well. Despite the way he had treated her all these years. Which he was more than aware had been the most unfavourable of manners. Except to say that he was not moved, in that very moment would have been quite the understatement.

And it was exactly why without much warning or thought, he had moved closer to her, pulled her chin up towards him and just kissed her. Not because he had seen her walk in on him in a state of undress and still wet from his bath. And not because he had caught the way her eyes roamed over the span of his naked chest and he could see the lack of shyness and even admiration. It was mostly because he had actually and truly wanted to kiss her. Even if he knew he would be surprising her, but he didn't really mind nor care for that in that moment. Nor did he think she would push him away either.

And she hadn't.

Curiously enough, she had even returned his kiss in the most softest of manners that made him wonder why he hadn't done this before. Except he knew exactly why he hadn't, and he was in no mood to go down that path tonight. No, absolutely not tonight. He wished to stay in this moment, to take in that subtle yet pleasing gasp he had stolen from those soft lips and that hesitant, barely-there manner with which she touched him, as though she were trying not to get burned by him. Burned by his cruelty and his dismissive ways all these years. Along with all the things that made him who he was to her - the husband who had abandoned her for the years of their marriage.

In that very moment, as he kissed her, nothing else mattered. And all that he allowed his thoughts to roam over were how she was responding to him right then. Soft, she was soft. Softer than he remembered. But then again, when had been the last time? When they were much younger, much more ill at ease, and he had been much less willing to accept this forced-upon-him union. And yet, here they were. And here he was now, gingerly cupping her cheek as his lips were warm against hers. The movement was soft, slow, and gentle, as if he had all the time in the world. And they could pretend that they did, if only for this moment. Perhaps even for tonight. If he could be selfish enough to wish it so.

He would have wanted it go on for a while longer. Until she pulled away and brought them both back to their uncomfortable reality with her words of hurt that were more than obvious to him. It was expected from her. He had hurt her for far too long. It would have been foolish of him to think she would forget all that with simply one kiss. But strangely enough he found himself wishing that he could try to change things, and he was actually going to. Change how things were between them. He found himself suddenly filled with a newfound determination.

‘ But I wasn't mistaken at all, wife. I know who you are, and I still kissed you. And you kissed me back. Would you let us continue, or are you going to walk away from me? ‘

#daemon fic #hotd daemon #daemon x rhea #daemon fanfic #daemon fluff #daemon targaryen fanfic #prince daemon #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #rhae royce #lady rhea #hotd fanfiction #daemon targeryan #asoif fanfic #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic #asoif / got #i'll be with you series #au fic

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Bad Habits

Part 3

Angel Torres x Jupes Assistant!Reader

Requested? Absolutely not.

A/N: Thank you all for the support on this series, it seriously means the most to me. I've alway wanted to contribute to a fandom or a community in some way so I'm glad you guys are enjoying it. I've been going through a lot in my personal life (dumb I know) so I appreciate everyone's patience with this follow up!

I didn't even realize the Haywood's had stopped walking with us, I was more worried about finally questioning this guy now that we were alone for the first time in the last week on the status of our "relationship". I'll admit that was even putting it out there a bit, but I don't think strangers/mutual acquaintances would be sharing a bed the way we were at this point.

"So do you have a girlfriend?"

I'm so fucking stupid. I've only been sharing a bed with him for a week and I'm going to ask that now? If I were lucky I could just blame it on...unfortunate recent developments, i.e. an assumed alien eating my boss, which I think would be a reasonable excuse in this case.

"Um...no. I mean I did! But she broke up with me. She booked a pilot on the CW and dumped me after four years. I mean it's fine. She was a model and actress, Rebecc-"

"What the fuck? You can't just drop that you just broke up with your model-slash-actress girlfriend of four fucking years dude! We slept in the same bed!"

It only took me halfway through his statement to realize he wasn't really over it, and it was my own fault for asking honestly, but still...did he like me? Does this shit even matter at this point? Well in that case, fair enough. Maybe it's just me, but he could've said something before we started sharing joints and, I don't know, beds?

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell at you...but you could have mentioned at any point before this one that you just broke up with a girlfriend of four years...who has since gone on to be an actress and model...for the C-fucking-W"

I was trying to be sympathetic I mean who wants to get dumped over some shit like that?

"...the CW fucking sucks."

I looked up and he was looking at me after he said it. Not talking directly to or glancing over at me.

Looking.

How long had it been since someone talked to me? Apparently a long fucking time since I started tearing up over it, but really was it so hard to look at someone and say something nice? Was it nice or am I desperate? Probably both but luckily for him I was willing to risk it all for just that statement.

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Getting back to the Haywood's Ranch was the worst decision I think I've ever made in my current life, like, who's idea was it? Well obviously it was the Haywood's since OJ was ready to catch this thing on camera if it was the last thing he did.

At this point it just might be.

When we made it back we saw the filmography extraordinaire himself, Antlers, standing there. He was looking at the "cloud" over on the edge of the farm when we walked up before he mentioned it hadn't moved in hours. Why was he staring at it for hours? Who knows it's probably a film thing, but he did have a vibe about him that just screamed "Whatever it takes to get the shot" and I could feel it.

We had a meeting where we picked...monopoly pieces. That's right! God damn monopoly pieces to represent our part in this get rich or die trying scheme. Obviously I chose the battleship and informed them I'd be with Em watching the cameras until they went out and we'd eventually make a break for the house ideally.

We had one night before shit went off and I intended to make everything as clear as I could before we potentially died tomorrow.

We saw ourselves out to a sitting room in the Haywoods house,

"So if I said when all this shit is over, when "Jean Jacket" is dead, and we have our picture...we're going on a date right? I would say I don't want to assume, but to be honest I don't think I can sleep or exist without you nearby and hopefully it's vice versa?"

That was a lot...based on the way he was staring at me, and he wasn't saying anything. Fuck. Fuck I totally jumped the gun on this, who says that?

"Is this rejection? Are you turning me down? Oh my god, this is embarrassing, I totally thought we were on the same page. Why didn't you say anything? Dude I thought this was a trauma bond for life and it's not-"

"No! No, oh my god no! I just wasn't expecting you to bring it up, but I shouldn't be surprised because of how we've been going so far honestly." He pauses and looks at me. "You've been very forward I mean-"

"I know what you mean" I deadpan back.

"...I might be able to get the time off for a date, but it might just be Denny's or something. If that's cool...with you...?"

I looked back at him after being so fucking embarrassed about being almost brushed off by the cutest loser I'd ever met thus far, but I saw nothing but sincerity to the point it was almost insecurity. That definitely made me feel better about asking in the first place that he was just as nervous as me.

"Yeah. I'd like that. Let's survive this fucking cosmic horror tomorrow...and maybe we can even spend the night again."

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The whole function went to complete shit not even one full hour after it'd commenced. I didn't even think it was possible for something to go so wrong after it'd just started honestly.

Antlers and Angel were up on a small hill a small distance away, in sight but definitely out of range should anything go wrong while me and Em were in the house setting up speakers while she chose something to play for...hype? Motivation? I'm not too sure but I'm not saying anything to my only company and the one person who's holding me down right now cause I was about to piss myself.

I had given Angel a brief goodbye after our agreement the night before. If we both live, then we'll leave here together. If.

I'll be honest I don't remember much after me and Em went to the shack to check the cameras. I remember the douche on the motorcycle showing up, yelling at him to get lost with his weird chrome helmet? Him completely ignoring me and riding out to play investigator, crashing, and getting fucking eaten by JJ.

I remember watching Antlers die for the perfect shot.

I remember beginning to watch JJ come back for Him, Angel, before looking away because I couldn't take it if she grabbed him.

Finally I remember running back to the shack to look at the cameras, at OJ, the guy who saved me that night after I'd lost what I deemed everything. My job, my boss, and my future within a few hours. Then the roof was ripped away, Em and I carried up with it.

Then she dropped us.

When I woke up I was face down on the dirt, my left leg not responding to my drive to stand up and the sun setting in the distance. JJ was in her full form. A fucking nightmare. That's what this all was, one big fucking nightmare.

I could see what looked like...the Jupe balloon? Kid Sheriff? Floating towards her before it "looked" at her and she...swallowed it? I don't know...I don't know what's happening.

Then there he was. My Angel. Sat down in the dirt almost like he was waiting for me. wrapped in a blue tarp I recognized as the one he Antlers were under what felt like years ago, but in reality was only a few hours ago.

I limped for a few feet before I fell and started crawling towards him before he noticed and started limping towards me on the ground. I hadn't even realized I started crying and it was slowly turning into sobbing. I rolled on my back looking at the sky as the sun disappeared behind the hills and was just heaving as I sobbed.

He made it to me and threw himself on the ground before he finished crawling to me, picking my head up and cradling it in his hands. I could see him through my tears just barely, trying to control my breathing enough to focus on him.

"It's over? It's done? Please tell me...-"

"It's done! We're okay! They did it, we're okay!" he kept saying while trying to push may hair and tears away. I don't know if OJ was okay. Or if Em was okay. Antlers was dead and almost took my Angel with him.

I was alive. I did next to nothing, but I'm alive and my Angel and I were free.

#angel torres x reader #angel torres #em haywood #oj haywood #nope movie

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Fire and Ice - Chapter 12

Chapter 11 || Index || Chapter 13

With their bellies full, the two apprentices found their way over to the elders' den, where the elders were enjoying the afternoon sun on their fur. Though Graypaw strode forward confidently, Firepaw lagged behind, trying to keep his paws light as though the silence would keep them from noticing him. It didn't.

"So we finally get to meet the new apprentice." He looked over to see the brown tabby Halftail talking, one eye open as he observed the two approach. “Here I was thinking we’d finally get to meet you when you joined us yourself.”

Firepaw dipped his head respectfully to the elder, hoping that such displays of courtesy would get on the tom’s good side. “Tinyfrost has been keeping me busy.” He mewed.

“The past few days have been quite eventful. We can hardly blame them.” A white molly spoke up from a sunny spot nearby. Her only eye was soft as she regarded the two. “It’s good to meet you at last, Firepaw. And how is my only grandson doing?”

Graypaw shifted nervously beside him. “I’m doing good, One-eye.” He mumbled, barely audible even to Firepaw. “I’m just here to help Firepaw out, since it’s his first time on elder duty.”

“I should have guessed you two weren’t here out of the goodness of your hearts.” One-eye rolled her eye as she glanced at a small tom beside her. “What did you do to get assigned to take care of us ancient sods, hmm?”

Firepaw’s tail lowered further as he remembered his thorough humiliation at the paws of Patchpelt. “I talked back to Patchpelt.” He grumbled, not daring to look directly at any of them.

“That bitter old crow probably deserved it.” He blinked up in surprise as the tom next to One-eye spoke. “He likes to act all big and mighty, as if he wasn’t quite the little hothead back when he was an apprentice.”

“Remember when he tried to kill every adder in Snakerocks? He was in the healer’s den for a moon!” One-eye chortled as she remembered the distant memory. “His warrior ceremony was delayed for a season because of it.”

Firepaw allowed himself a small smile at the thought. “He acted like he’d never heard such a disrespectful apprentice.” He admitted out loud.

“Oh, nonsense. If talking back is the worst thing you do as an apprentice, you’ll be the best apprentice Thunderclan has ever had.” One-eye purred at the thought. “Remember the trouble Bluestar got into, Smallear? She once brought a fox back to camp!”

The tom next to her snorted. “Oh, I remember. Goosefeather thought she was either going to be the death of the Clan or its greatest warrior.” He glanced over to where she was talking with Quickflash. “I’m glad she ended up being the latter.”

Firepaw looked back and forth as the two bantered. “Who is Goosefeather?” He asked quickly, glancing at Graypaw in the hopes he would explain. The other apprentice just shrugged, clearly as clueless as he was.

“Goosefeather was Spottedleaf’s mentor. He was a crazy old tom, even by healer standards. He used to constantly claim Starclan was going to destroy us all.” Halftail rolled his eyes. “When One-eye lost her eye, he said it meant the Clan was doomed to blindly stumble into danger. When I lost my tail, it was a sign that the first cat to climb a tree would die on the spot!”

Firepaw shivered at the thought. “At least Spottedleaf doesn’t seem that…odd.”

Halftail purred at the mention of the Clan’s healer. “On the contrary! I dare say Spottedleaf is the best healer this Clan has ever had. No thanks to her mentor.” He sighed as a distant look came into his eyes. “She was always so level-headed, even as an apprentice. Between that and her beauty, she had all the young toms in the Clan wrapped around her paw. She broke many hearts the day she chose to become a healer instead.”

One-eye snorted. “Those days are long past. Besides, I doubt these apprentices want to hear about your old crush. I certainly don’t.” She grumbled, tail flicking languidly. “Why don’t you two start by taking out our old moss? Just be careful not to disturb Rosetail in there. She had a bad vole, and I’m certain she doesn’t want to be woken up by two noisy apprentices.”

Graypaw nodded. “Of course, One-eye. C’mon, Firepaw. We’ve got to take their old bedding out to the dirtplace, so we can replace it with fresh bedding. Just follow my lead.” With that, he dipped into the hollow of the elders' den, the other tom quickly padding after him, careful not to make any sound.

It was dark inside, and it took his eyes a moment to adjust. When they did, he could see several well-made nests, sturdy woven branches containing an almost excessive amount of moss. There were many more of them than there were elders outside, but he could tell through scent which ones were vacant and which ones were occupied.

Close to the back of the hollow, he could see a dark shape moving faintly; Rosetail, if he had to guess. He carefully avoided it as he came up beside Graypaw, who was busily scraping together One-eye’s nest. He did his best to copy him, bundling together the mossy padding that reeked of Smallear with his paws until it was as compact as he could make it.

He then watched as Graypaw collected the moss under his chin, and carefully did the same, tucking it as close as he could to his chest to prevent any from falling to the ground as they made their way outside. The three elders, now dozing in the sunlight, didn’t pay them any mind as they trundled past and through the entrance of camp.

He was thankful that his fellow apprentice knew the way without even needing to look up, a feat he was yet to accomplish. They made their way up the ravine, away from camp, until they reached a sandy clearing covered in tall, bright yellow flowers. The sweet fragrance of the flowers was the first thing he scented, doing its best to cover up the smell of the dirt beneath it.

Copying the gray tom, he dropped the moss ball at his feet, taking a moment to spit out stray hairs and bits of moss before raking his former burden open and doing his best to scatter it under the flowers.

“The elders seemed quite charmed by you.” Graypaw finally spoke, glancing back at him. “Guess you didn’t need to worry, huh?”

Firepaw shrugged. “I think they were mostly being nice because One-eye was.” He felt a pang as he thought of the love with which she had spoken to her grandson. “She seems to really care for you.”

Graypaw flicked an ear dismissively at that. “I’m her only grandson. It’s not that weird.” He glanced over to the ruddy tom. “I mean, surely your grandparents were like that, right?”

He felt a pang at the mention of his family. “I never met them.” At the surprise in Graypaw’s eyes, he sighed. “Kittypets don’t really have families. I was only with my mother until I was two moons old.” He glanced down at his paws, scuffling them in the dirt. “I barely remember her or my littermates. I don’t even know who my father was.”

“That’s horrible!” The other apprentice gasped, outright horror in his voice. “Two moons old? That’s barely old enough to eat prey!”

“Yeah. They usually take us away as soon as we don’t need milk.” He shrugged. “It was just normal, though. I didn’t really think anything of it until…” He glanced back to camp, unsure how to explain how deeply Clan life had shocked him.

“I see.” There was silence for a few moments. “Well, I know my mom would adopt you in a heartbeat if she knew! Dad too, probably.” He was surprised as Graypaw gently rubbed against him. “And I know I’ve always wanted a brother.”

Firepaw looked up to meet him in the eye, managing a small smile. “I don’t know about all that…” He trailed off, before leaning back into Graypaw. “But I’m glad to have a good friend in you.”

The fluffy gray tom nodded firmly. “Always. Best friends.” He finally pulled away, flicking his tail towards the forest edge. “C’mon, let’s go fetch some moss for the new nests.”

Firepaw followed Graypaw as he made his way up the ravine slope, carefully leaping from boulder to boulder until they reached a cluster of sturdy maple trees. "Now, the trick to collecting moss is to collect it as high up as possible. The lower stuff is always wet, and the elders despise wet moss more than anything else."

"More than Shadowclan?" Firepaw asked jokingly.

The other apprentice nodded grimly. "Even more than Shadowclan. At least Shadowclan doesn't disturb their dozing!" Reaching up a moss-covered trunk, Graypaw hooked his claws in and pulled away a layer of moss with a satisfying ripping sound. "Plus, the dry stuff tears away easier than the wet moss. Once you start feeling a lot of resistance, that's when you should stop and try another spot."

It seemed simple enough with how he had described it, so Firepaw looked around for his own spot. "How much do we need?" He questioned, hopeful that they would be done with their work swiftly.

"As much as you can carry." Graypaw's words quickly dispelled any illusions that this would be quick. "The more layers, the happier they are. If it were up to them, they'd get Starclan themselves to pull the clouds out of the sky for them to sleep on!"

The ginger tom snorted at the thought. "Too bad we can't possibly live up to those standards." He responded, stretching as far as he could up another tree and ripping away the soft plants covering it. He was surprised how easily it folded under his claws, gently falling onto his fur.

"They sure try to make us." Graypaw's voice was weary, evidently speaking from experience. "When we were kits, Smallear was always getting upset that we couldn't collect dry moss in two shakes of his tail. Luckily One-eye talked him down most of the time." He huffed angrily at the memories of past scoldings.

He glanced over to the gray tom curiously. "Is it normal for kits to do apprentice duties?" He wondered aloud as he scraped down another layer of moss.

The other apprentice grumbled. "No, it's not. But when Dustleap and Sandstorm became warriors, only Ravenpaw was left to do apprentice duties, and he couldn't wait on the elders all the time. He had training to do, after all." He sighed as he half-heartedly gathered more bedding. "And since we were old enough to go out of camp, Mom thought it would keep us out of trouble if we did some apprentice duties instead."

He nodded sympathetically at the explanation. "That must have been terrible."

"I hated it, but Pepperpaw and Dewpaw loved listening to the elders' stories. And anyways, all that practice means I can help you out now!" He glanced over the moss they'd gathered. "This should be enough for Smallear and One-eye's nests. Let's head back." Gathering up what he'd collected into a tight ball, Graypaw flicked his tail for Firepaw to follow him.

He quickly copied the other with his own pile of moss, careful to tuck it under his chin before following his friend’s fluffy tail through the forest. After a few moments, it was with a flicker of surprise that he realized he recognized where they were; already, the path out of camp and up the ravine was becoming familiar to him, his paws slipping easily into the well-grooved pawprints of those that came before him.

Soundlessly, the two made their way through the entrance and filed into the dark hollow of the elders’ den, where Rosetail was still sleeping. Firepaw watched as Graypaw dropped his moss ball into the now-empty nest, then expertly raked it open to scatter the moss within. He carefully began to cut into his own, still focused on Graypaw as he began to knead the moss with his claws, pulling it apart and fluffing it so that it filled the woven nest to the brim.

It was surprisingly more difficult than he expected, carefully massaging the clumps out to give the nest a light, fluffy feeling. It seemed nest-making was a skill just as much as hunting or fighting was, one he was certain he would get a lot of practice in before he became a warrior.

It wasn’t long before he had finished, by which point Graypaw had already gathered up Halftail’s dirty moss and begun carrying it out. Firepaw didn’t hesitate to follow him, trotting quickly towards the entrance to catch up with the other tom.

Graypaw glanced at him in surprise as he finally came up alongside the fluffy apprentice, quickly pausing and dropping the moss. “Oh, hey. I don’t think I’ll need help fetching Halftail’s moss or making his nest…” He blinked and glanced over to where the three elders were still sunning themselves. “Maybe you should check and see if they want anything else? Any more prey, maybe, or if they have any ticks that need cracking? The season’s still young, but…” He trailed off as he looked back to Firepaw.

Firepaw flicked an ear uneasily. “Are you sure? I mean, this is my punishment…”

Graypaw waved his friend’s worrying away with a paw. “We’re both on elder duty now. Let’s meet back up at the nursery, alright?” With that, he picked his bundle back up and disappeared through the bramble tunnel.

“Alright…” Firepaw echoed after him, turning to look over the elders. He crept forward, keeping his tail down as he made his way to them. “Uhm, now that we’ve finished with your nests, do you want us to fetch you anything?” He kept his voice low, careful not to let it get loud enough to disturb Rosetail inside.

“Yea, some peace and quiet.” Smallear snapped, opening one eye to glare at the new apprentice. “We’re not mute. If we want something, we’ll tell you.” He flicked his tail lazily as he closed his eyes again. “Now go away.”

None of the other elders spoke, and Firepaw wasn’t about to argue with such an obvious dismissal. Delicately tiptoeing away, he turned to scan the clearing, searching his memory for where the nursery was. After a few moments, he spotted two queens sitting outside a thicket of brambles and bracken, which he belatedly recalled Graypaw mentioning to be the nursery.

He made his way across the clearing, dipping his head in respect as he approached. "Good afternoon. Do you need any help in the nursery?" He asked, glancing between a golden-furred queen and her snow-colored companion.

The white queen was the first to respond. "We don't need any of your help." She snapped, blue eyes narrowed as she fixed him with a steely gaze.

He was taken aback by the cold response, about to walk away when the other queen spoke. "What Frostfur means is that we have everything taken care of. Pepperpaw was already by before sunhigh to make sure we had what we needed." She gently placed her tail over Frostfur's flank as though to calm her. The other queen glanced at her briefly, but didn't dispute her words. "It's good to finally meet you. I'm Goldenflower, and this is my mate, Frostfur." She shot a warm glance towards the other queen, whiskers twitching as she gave a gentle smile.

Firepaw allowed himself to relax slightly at the much kinder words from the second queen. "I'm Firepaw. But, uh, I guess you already knew that, from my ceremony." He added quickly, feeling the warm blush of embarrassment heating his fur.

Goldenflower's only response to his stammering was to purr. "Thank you for coming by, Firepaw. It's good to know that our Clan has such dedicated apprentices in these trying times." A shadow flickered across her face, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. "But we needn't keep you from your other duties. If we need anything, we'll let you know."

He nodded, grateful for the dismissal. "Of course, Goldenflower. Anything you need." With that, he hurried away, eager to get away before he could further embarrass himself in front of the two queens.

To his surprise, Graypaw was coming across the clearing towards him, evidently done with Halftail's nest. "Sorry, Firepaw." The fluffy tom panted, clearly having tried to arrive quickly enough to help him. "I should have warned you."

Firepaw glanced behind him to see the two queens deep in conversation. "About Frostfur?" He guessed, turning back to the other apprentice.

He winced and nodded. "Don't say it to her face, but everyone else calls her 'Frostfury', because of her tongue." Graypaw brushed against him sympathetically. "It's not just you, don't worry. The only cats she spares from her tongue lashings are kits and her mate."

"It wasn't that bad. She just surprised me, that's all." Firepaw shook his head. "I mean, everyone's been so welcoming, except for Dustleap and Sandstorm… I guess I should've expected a few other cats to be mad about it."

Graypaw snorted. "Don't take it to heart. She's mad about everything. Even Starclan, I bet." He gestured to the healer's den. "On the positive side, that just leaves helping Spottedleaf out before we're done for the day!"

He grinned at the thought of getting the rest of the day off. Though the sun was setting, it was still high enough in the sky that they would have some time before needing to return to their nests. "Lead the way." He told Graypaw eagerly.

The two made their way over to the gap in the ravine wall that hid the healer's den. He couldn't wait to see what was inside, though he was glad that it wasn't because he was injured. Peering in, he heard the faint rustling of someone else inside.

He was surprised to see that the cave inside wasn't dark at all, but lit by a large crack in the ceiling of the cave high above them. Farther in, a small waterfall trickled into a deep, clear pool, providing ample amounts of clean water for the healer and their patients. To his right were the same well-made nests of the elders' den, filled to the brim with soft moss. And to his left…

"Graypaw! How can I help you?" A long-furred tortoiseshell molly pushed away from where she was sorting through a stockpile of several dozen flowers, eyes widening as she noticed him standing there too. "And young Firepaw! It's nice to see you at last. I'm sorry I wasn't able to treat you after your fight with Dustleap, but it seems you've recovered just fine."

Firepaw nodded, taking a furtive lick at his shoulder, where a deep cut from the fight with Dustleap still ached. "He didn't really get me anyways." He lied, hoping she wasn't able to see any scratches from where she was.

Her green eyes glinted at him in the low light. "I see." She responded, her tone flat and unimpressed. "You should let me look you over, just in case. If you're not careful, these sorts of wounds can get infected, and then it'll be a bigger problem for me than it was in the first place."

She approached, close enough that he could see the beginnings of silver fur flecking her muzzle. "No, it's quite alright." He mumbled, shaking his head and backing away. "We actually came here to see if we could help you with anything."

Spottedleaf tilted her head at him, clearly considering whether to push it further. Finally, she shrugged and stepped back. "Well, I don't need any more herbs at the moment. Dewpaw already came in and volunteered to go look for some feverfew just after sunhigh. She should be back soon."

Pausing for a moment, the healer glanced over to one of the nests. "I'm actually going to see Rosetail and make sure it's just a bad vole she ate." She stepped towards both of them, lowering her voice to a whisper. "However, I feel as though Ravenpaw is bothered by more than his injuries, but he won't talk to me about it. Could the two of you talk to him instead? He might be more willing to open up with other apprentices."

Firepaw glanced at Graypaw, who shrugged and nodded. "Sure, if Ravenpaw wouldn't mind some company." The gray apprentice replied amicably.

She nodded and pulled away, turning back to her herbs. "I think he could use some company now that he's stable." Her voice was flat again as she picked out several flowers Firepaw didn't recognize. "You three can talk until I get back from tending to Rosetail. After that, he needs his rest." With that, she collected her herbs and pushed past them to the entrance.

Firepaw turned his attention to the nests, which were all empty, with one exception. "Hey, Ravenpaw. How are you feeling today?" Graypaw padded over softly, nosing the older apprentice gently.

The black tom lifted his head to look at them, his eyes containing a clarity they hadn't the night prior. “I’m doing better.” He admitted, his voice a little raspy. “I’m sorry for spooking you last night. I’d just had a bad dream, and...”

“It’s okay. We understand. It’s been a difficult few days.” Graypaw shushed him with his paw before turning to Firepaw. “Do you remember Firepaw? I told you about him when I got back from my first patrol.”

Ravenpaw’s ears perked as he looked from Graypaw to the flame-colored apprentice. “This is that kittypet?” He asked, tilting his head as he studied the tom from head to toe.

“I was a kittypet.” Firepaw admitted with a dip of his head. “But Bluestar allowed me to join. I’m training under Tinyfrost now.” His fur prickled along his spine as he mentioned his mentor, trying not to think of the fury in the warrior’s gaze during that morning’s training.

Ravenpaw’s expression was unreadable for several moments, before he finally nodded solemnly. “It’s nice to meet you, Firepaw. I’d like to say I’m looking forward to training alongside you, but…” He nosed his shoulder, which was covered in something pale.

“That was quite a nasty wound you got during the battle. Do you think it’ll scar?” Graypaw jumped in, purring as he nosed his friend’s good shoulder.

“That’s what Spottedleaf said. Right before she said I’m not allowed to leave the den for half a moon.” The sleek black tom sighed as he rested his head back on his paws. “Dad’s not…” He swallowed hard, gaze flicking away from the two of them. “He’s not happy.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, he was really upset at Riverclan. But you can’t blame him. They killed Redtail and injured you!” Graypaw huffed. “He worries about you, you know.” He added with a small purr.

“Something like that.” Ravenpaw mumbled, still not looking back to them. “I appreciate you guys checking in on me, but I’ll be fine. Really-”

“Graypaw? Firepaw?” A voice interrupted him from behind them, and the two apprentices turned to see Dewpaw had entered the den, carrying a bundle of small white flowers. “What are you two doing in here? Ravenpaw’s supposed to be resting.”

The two looked to each other, as Firepaw debated whether to mention Spottedleaf’s task. “We just wanted to see if Ravenpaw was okay after last night, was all.” He finally said, erring on the side of caution.

She paused, glancing past them to the dark apprentice. “Well… that’s probably okay. But you should get out before Spottedleaf comes back. She looked like she was almost done with Rosetail when I walked by.” She turned away, beginning to sort the flowers into a small stone cubby.

“Uh, yeah, of course.” Graypaw mumbled as the two toms turned back to Spottedleaf’s only patient. “We’ll see you later then, Ravenpaw.”

He sighed and flicked his white-tipped tail to the entrance. “Yea. Later.”

The two hurried out to see Spottedleaf making her way over to them, still holding several herbs. “Firepaw! Graypaw!” She called, setting down her bundle as she stopped in front of them. “How did it go?”

“Well…” Firepaw hesitated as he glanced at his companion. “I think he’s okay, given everything that happened. He’s just upset that he’s not able to train at all for a while.”

The healer sighed at his words. “If his mentor wasn’t Darkstripe, I would let him train sooner. But Darkstripe has always been eager to impress Tigerclaw and Bluestar, and I’m afraid if I gave him the okay, he’d get straight back to battle training… Though...” She trailed off, lost in thought for a moment, before she shook her head wistfully. “But that’s not something you two need to worry about. Thank you for checking up on him for me. I suppose he must just be taking Redtail’s death hard.”

“It was no problem. We’re glad to help.” Graypaw purred, dipping his head respectfully. Firepaw quickly copied him. “Is there anything else you need, Spottedleaf?”

She shook her head. “Not right now. Have a good evening, you two.” With that, the tortoiseshell molly picked up her herbs and trotted past them into her den.

Firepaw glanced around camp. It didn’t seem like the late day patrols had returned yet, and with the exception of a couple of hushed conversations, all seemed quiet. “So what do we do now?”

“Now?” Graypaw let out a huge yawn. “I’m exhausted. The dawn patrol leaves far too early.” He flicked his tail towards the apprentices’ den. “I’m gonna take a nap. You’re welcome to join me if you want.” With that, he made a beeline across camp towards their fern-covered den.

Firepaw paused for a moment, glancing towards the warrior’s den to see if his mentor was watching. He didn’t see him, and after a couple of moments he shrugged and followed Graypaw. He’d done his duty to the Clan, after all; if his friend was so relaxed, he had no reason to worry.

He pushed his way through the ferns to see the fluffy tom had already collapsed on his sleeping spot. “Good dreams, Graypaw.” He purred softly as he circled his own nest, kneading it for several moments before laying down.

“Mmph.” The other apprentice only grunted, clearly already half asleep. With a small smile, Firepaw closed his own eyes, allowing himself to drift into a dreamless slumber as the sun began to fall below the tree line.

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asherloki · 11 months

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Princess and the saviour knight

Part 3

Knight! Sherlock x knight

Part 1 part 2

Summary:- y/n is a princess going through something difficult! A knight is hired for her. Her protection, but protection from what?

Next day when she walked out of the room Sherlock was still found to be sat on a sofa that was placed in the living room out side her own room. Sherlock was baffled to see her come running.

"Hey, morning you have to help me." Said she.

He stood up and bowed "Morning your royal highness but.."

"No one's here, take my name."

"Y/n, what help do you need "

"You see I've been hearing for a few days that a relative of mine with their very mischievous son is coming to stay in the palace. Can you stop them?"

His eyes were wide enough and he forgot to blink, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Stop them please, I know it sounds evil so I couldn't pray for it, but to you I can say. I don't like that mischievous kid."

This was it, he was convinced. Something she couldn't say to God, she could say to him? Is he that important?

"Any suggestion on how to do it?" He asked.

"I don't know."

"What if I fail "

"You'll be done with your duty." How harshly she said that.

He nodded, as if it was a battle, one of those he's faught before he came here.

"I can't promise anything ".

What? Even after that condition? Thought princess y/n. Ofcourse it might've seen like a small job but if her parents knew and her brother knew, they would scold her and Sherlock would be sent away anyway. Yet y/n watched from the window as he rode his horse and faded into the distance. Hours passed, and the relatives didn't appear, no one talked about it so y/n herself asked her mother, "what happened they didn't come?"

"No, they won't. They said there's a gossip in town that our palace is haunted and their son is afraid of ghosts."

Y/n kept a straight face even though she knew inside she just jumped and laughed. She knew the reason of the gossip. She knew everything. She looked at her brother the king. He gave her a smile, 'I know your little secret' kinda smile. She bowed to her brother and ran outside calling every butler every servent near her sight. "Bring me my horse please I have to go find Sherlock."

"I'm here". Came an echo of his voice he came like a winner riding his horse to the lady he's serving. He got down and she was about to say something when he scooped her infront of all the servants and took to her room.

"What are you doing, if my brother saw, he would've sent you away."

"I'm sorry, I was... I was overjoyed myself, didn't know I could do it."

"You did it ? Sherlock you ..." Her voice broke and her eyes became teary,

"Are you crying my princess?"

"Yes, I am, no one ever did anything for me like this, obeying my demands, my mischievous demands."

"But I did."

She giggled at this, "yes you did."

"That's my duty." He replied.

Her smile faded, and she still kept her calm and replied, "yes I'm a mere work for you."

"And I'm married to my work your royal .... Y/n." He took her name and said it. Her eyes were wide, she knew what he just proposed.

"What?"

"You heard me, and yes I knew you before you knew me, I wanted to be around you, protect you, do everything that was needed, thanks to his majesty, he chose me for it."

She giggled and said, "I know now, from what my brother wanted you to protect me, heartbreak."

Sherlock smiled, finally they knows the reason, "And he knew very well, I was alone and missed a part of me that is you, true king he is".

Y/n smiled, but then there was a fear again, she's never been chosen by her past lovers, "Sherlock, no one chose me over the other woman they had."

"I will chose you over myself."

She was stunned at this response. No one even said these words, and Sherlock said it like he means it.

"Do you love me?"

"I can only say is, I'd die saving your life, I will always be your knight."

She walked towards him and cupped his face, "maybe pretty prince was never my type, but a gallant knight was, is my type."

"I don't deserve a princess ". He answered shaking his head.

"Look at me, I own the title of princess, but you've seen the ordinary girl in me, haven't you? The miserable me, the angry me, the selfish me too, yet you chose to stay, you've seen the beauty in me when no one could, you've loved me when I couldn't find any love around me."

"I have". Was the only thing he could reply to this.

"So, take me, y/n the ordinary girl, not the princess."

"I do, will we have the king's permission?"

"Indeed, my brother knows everything, a true king, you said yourself, you were written in my destiny."

"And you were in mine".

Saying this he held her by waist and kissed her, she kissed him back with same passion, the knight might've fallen first but the princess fell harder.

That was that. The gallant knight got the princess. The princess who's heart needed protection. And they got married and lived happily ever after. It is what it is.

Tagging:- @astudyinlaura

#bbc sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #sherlock holmes x reader

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glimmerlofsea · 4 days

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Jason Scott x Reader

RANGER WHAT?

PT. 1.

Warning : Fightinggg

WC; 3,5k

#TALKISSA; This part two of 'Ranger What'!

Jason explain it to you all the parts and every detail. That Jason and his friends are the Power Rangers, heroes of Angel Grove— well, your brain can still accept it. But not when he started mentioning that you were the next Ranger, the Lost Ranger, the White Ranger with their instinct abilities, and other nonsensical things.

You sat on a chair in the empty room, Jason sat next to you,

"...And we purposely arranged the tour to come to this museum, because we just found out that our last coin was here, Y/N. And it called you, didn't it? That means you are-"

"A Ranger, yes I know." You replied, cutting him off, still trying to digest what he said.

Your gaze was locked on the floor, Jason said being a Ranger required great sacrifice, even if you guys had to die you had to be ready- but you couldn't. Never will.

"Jason." You turned to him, "I have a family, Jeremy is not old enough to be able to take care of my father who is getting older, if I do this and what if I die? What if I fall? I'm not a soldier. I'm just a girl-"

"Hey, hey."

You stop what you're talking about,

"I won't let that happen. We won't let that happen."

He held your hand, holding it tightly, "We take care, we protect each other because that is our principle."

You controlled your breath, "I can't. I still can't."

"The coin chose you, Y/N. It has to be you. Somehow, the coin believes that you are the right choice for it." Kimberly said which made you looking at her.

You could feel Jason releasing his grip, "How about we get reacquainted first?"

"Y/N. I'm Jason Scott, The Red Ranger."

"Kimberly Hart. Kim, The Pink Ranger."

"Billy Cranston. The Blue Ranger."

"Zack Taylor, The Black Ranger."

"Trini Kwan. The Yellow Ranger."

You look at the girl named Trini, she looked petite and very beautiful, she looked like she had Latin blood.

"I love yellow." You said while smiling slightly looking at her, she smiled, "Thank you."

"Your turn, Y/N." Jason said.

You nodded and looked at them all, "Y/N Y/L/N."

They all seemed to be waiting for you to say what color Ranger you got, you smiled awkwardly and shook your head, "No. That's not gonna happen and I won't say it."

"You're still in denial, I get it, Y/N. But the coin chose you. There's nothing we can do about that, and we can't just change it." Trini said walking towards you.

You took a breath.

And here you are, trying to accept the fact that you were one of them, the heroes of Angel Grove.

You and the others are walking towards a mine that is still under construction.

Trini and Kim were seen early in front, Billy and Zack chatted and joked, you walked alone behind. Your mind is not in sync with your body, as if someone is taking over your body.

You felt your feet slipping, until finally a hand grabbed yours,

You widened your eyes with what just happened, you could have died.

"Careful, White." Jason said smiling, you faked a smile, "Yeah, thank you, Red." He chuckled at your reply.

He matched his footsteps with yours, "Jason,"

He cleared his throat, you opened your mouth, "The huge sacrifice that a ranger requires... Have you ever done it? I mean- on the verge of death and so on?"

He smiled, "No. You know, the last time Angel Grove was under siege by evil—like huge gold-plated monsters was a few months ago, so that's when me and the others were really fighting for our lives."

You nodded and took a breath, "Hey," he said which made you look at him, "I know maybe you're nervous, feel weird, scared, and so on, believe me, I was like that too when I first experienced it. But, Y /N, everything will be fine. We'll just take you to Zordon and you'll take a little training."

You nod again,

"Guys, we have reached the edge of the cliff. Do you want to jump first or jump straight into the water?"

You heard Zack screaming. Slowly you advanced your steps— and saw how high it was to reach the surface of the water. You didn't know the Angel Grove mine had this.

"Forget it, I'll go straight into the water." Zack said, he looked at you and waved his hand, "See you, odd girl."

He immediately dropped to the surface there, you swallowed your thirst, Billy followed Zack, Trini grabbed your shoulder before she caught up with Billy and Zack, Kim approached you, "Don't worry, we won't die." She smiled and jumped.

You just stay silent, it was just you and Jason left up there. You looked at Jason who smiled at you, “Jump together?”

"I would love to do that."

Jason took your hand to hold it, "Ready?" You nodded.

You can't explain the situation, but when you jump you scream as loud as you can and it feels like you're in the air for a long time, like you're moving in slow motion, you know?

Once you reach the surface of the air, you close your nose to not let air in.

You floated in the air and saw Zack, Kim, Trini, Billy, and Jason looking at you. You rubbed your face so the air on your face wouldn't interfere with your vision, feeling strange that they were all staring at you, you let out a voice, "What?"

"You are the brightest." Billy said.

You were confused, but after seeing their bodies glow according to the color they had, you looked at your own body which was surrounded by white light. You let out a smile, happy to see the radiation of the light you had.

"Okay. Without further ado, let's go to Zordon?" Kim said a little hesitantly.

You nod, they start to dive back down, you follow them, and suddenly in your blurred vision in the water you see them slowly disappear as they touch the reflection of the water. Only yourself is left in the water, you are out of breath, for now you won't ask too many questions, you follow them.

Touch the reflection and everything is upside down, you fall due to gravity. Luckily you didn't fall right to the bottom of the rock, you groaned and then realized you were on top of someone, you widened your eyes when you realized you were on top of Jason, your hair was still wet, dripping onto Jason's shirt.

"Hello there," he said with a sly smile, you stiffened and immediately smiled awkwardly, maybe you could say you were a little comfortable with that position...?

You heard Billy clear his throat, you immediately got up and stood up straight, "Sorry,"

"No problem." Jason smiled back, he also aroused himself like you.

You shook the dirt off your clothes, that's when you realized that you were in a cave.

"Come on," said Trini.

You follow them, and are amazed by what you see, a large ship hiding in the cave. Long story short, they take you on the ship,

"Zordon! Zordon! Zordon! She's here! The white ranger is here!"

You hear a shrill voice shout. That's when you see robot prototypes walking around. You were so confused that you put on your stupid face, you heard Jason chuckle, “Come here.”

You follow Jason, "That's Alpha 5. Weird I know, but can we say he's like our mentor's assistant?"

You nod.

You are taken to a room that could be said to be the heart of this ship,

"Y/N Y/L/N. White ranger. Welcome back."

You were speechless... What really spoke to you was just a face, "Oh my fucking god." you whispered.

You heard the face chuckle, "I know it's weird, as do the rest of your friends when they set foot here. And I'm so glad our missing Ranger is back. It was nice meeting you, Y/N."

You smiled awkwardly, "Nice to meet you too, Zordon?" Your tone sounds unsure.

"I'm sure Jason has explained everything to you?" Zordon asked, you nodded, “Then today we will try to get you to morph into your costume, understand?” You nodded your head a second time.

"And how?"

You are taken to another cave on the ship, but Zordon's voice can still be heard.

"Actually, our previous enemy has fallen... And I'm not sure I would use a hologram of our old enemy. So, Y/N, you will fight your friend." Alpha 5 said, at first you were confused, “What?”

Until you see the 5 Angel Grove heroes in their costumes, you chuckle in disbelief, "I won't fight them in those costumes, right?" You looked at Alpha 5, he didn't say anything back, "I wish you a good luck, Y/N."

You looked back at those who were really ready to fight you, "Great. I'm fucking dying."

You prepare your moves, you actually don't know how to actually fight, it's only because you often watch several movies that you know some of the moves you have to use when fighting.

The blue one stepped forward— Billy came forward to fight you, his movements were very fast, he threw a punch but you quickly dodged and kicked him, your legs were in pain from the attack of the silver plated costume, "Damn it!"

Not long after, Trini and Kimberly came forward, Trini managed to land a punch on your face while Kim aimed for your stomach, you felt cramps all over your body, you tried to fight it, slowly you twisted your leg so that Trini suddenly fell, when Kim's attention was distracted by Trini, you punched her in the face which was visible through her mask.

You felt blood flowing from your nose, you saw Zack who was advancing his steps, you immediately wiped your blood, he pushed you until you were cornered on the rocks of the cave, you hit his back using your elbow, you thought you were starting to get used to the presence of this coin on you. You feel.. Stronger.

You kicked Zack's genitals with your knee, cliche but successful enough to send Zack sprawling on the floor. You immediately chuckled at him.

No sooner had you seen Jason standing side by side with Kim, as if they were ready to fight you, again, than you groaned, “Ugh.”

Kim goes forward and throws all the punches she can, you grab her hand and twist it so she groans, you immobilize her on the surface and push her far away.

You looked at Jason who was taking off his mask, he smiled, "You're getting used to it, aren't you?"

You smiled and he put his mask back on, "Take it easy on me, Red." You said before your fight started.

Your fight with Jason didn't require what you went through with all of them, he didn't hesitate to throw punches, kicks and whatever he had to paralyze you. You threw your fists, but he grabbed your hands and lifted you onto his shoulders then pushed you back, making you groan, you took the opportunity to wrap your legs around his neck.

"Sorry." You said before hitting him on the head again with your elbow, making him lose his balance and the two of you just fell.

"It's so tense here!" shouted Alpha 5.

As you fell together, Jason and you looked at each other before you were completely pressed against him, he was on top of you, holding your hand with both of his. Your breathing is irregular, you try to control your breath.

He took off his mask and showed a sly smile, "Am I 'take it easy on you', White?"

You smiled, “Sure you are.”

You heard a lot of fake coughs, as did Jason, you immediately stood up, you were amazed to see that their costumes had completely changed to how they were before.

You sigh, "So what? I don't see me 'morphing'?"

Trini looked at Kim, then Kim looked at you, "If this doesn't work, then we'll do something else."

"Oh, please, don't fight anymore. My body hurts so bad." You whined.

Jason chuckled, "No, we won't. Come on."

You follow them, they take you to the edge of the mine which is not far from Zack's residence, he said. You sat around the campfire, you sat between Zack and Jason.

You took off your leather jacket to reveal yourself wearing only a white tank top, you looked behind your shoulder which had many wounds, you thought that during the fight you accidentally rubbed against a rock.

"So what are we going to do? I don't think I have much time because my dad will be worried and I really need to treat this." Your words ended by pointing to several wounds on your face.

Zack chuckled, "You pretty much beat us there, Y/N. I mean... You're cool because you can fight us in costume."

You smiled, "Thank you. And I'm sorry for kicking your dick."

Zack was seen feeling embarrassed while the others laughed. You brought out your sly smile.

“Did you learn martial arts, Y/N?” Trini asked, you shook your head, “I watched a lot of movies, plus this coin's ability, I think I became more… I don't know, stronger?”

Trini smiled and nodded.

“So, the first thing we do when we can't change is open up to each other, Y/N.” Kim said.

You nod your head, “Okay, then my assignment is open to you all?” You looked at everything slowly, until your gaze stopped on Jason who nodded.

You don't mind sharing your story, "Okay.. I'm Y/N Y/L/N, a new kid from a town far from here. I live with my dad and my little brother, Jeremy, who really likes you guys. I mean, really. Like a maniac. And you have a lot of that maniacs, Scott." You said looking at Jason, the others groaned making Jason chuckle shyly.

You smile.

"Where is your mom?" Billy asked, your smile faded, things got quiet, Zack slapped Billy lightly on the chest, "Dude."

Billy, who looked confused, showed his flat face, "What?"

You smiled, "It's okay. Actually I don't know. And I never want to know. She was rude. To me, to my father, and before she managed to touch Jere, my father decided to move first leaving my mother. And I'm glad he did it."

"She was not only physically abusive... But mentally, she often cursed me with obscene words, such as being called a odd girl, a worthless girl, kind of a bitch, and other insults."

Recalling all those bad memories made you stare straight at the fire and felt warm drops of water fall from your face, you felt someone gently caress your back—and without you looking you knew it was Jason.

You blinked a few times and tried to smile, “That's all I think?”

“I'm sorry, Y/N.” Kim said followed by nods from Billy and Trini.

You smiled, "No need, Kim. But thanks."

"Okay... And as I remember the last time we morphing there must have been a sacrifice?" Zack asked.

You looked at him quickly, your whole face tensing up, Zack chuckled, "No, I'm kidding. It's just because of that creepy witch, Rita."

You breathed a sigh of relief.

At first Zack chuckled, but his smile disappeared again when he looked at you, again and again you were confused, they all looked at you, "What?"

You looked at Jason who smiled in awe, "You did morphing."

You look at your own body in a white costume... You did it! Whatever the term, you morphed!

But it's strange that you don't wear a mask like them...

“But why isn't she wearing a mask?” Billy asks which one is confusing you.

“Take her to Zordon, perhaps?” Trini suggested.

"Good job, Y/N. I didn't expect you to change so quickly." Zordon said to you.

"Thank you. But do you have a reason why I'm not wearing a mask?"

"Oh! Of course. Don't panic, the White Ranger doesn't have a mask because its ability is specifically for physical contact. If you want to use your contact ability, you need eyes to see clearly without a mask."

Ah, that makes sense.

"So cool! Can I be white?!" Zack exclaimed while laughing.

"No." Zordon answered, making you laugh a little.

"However, Y/N. Promise me, all of us, to use your abilities only for good, only for Ranger purposes, and no evil."

You nodded your head, “Thank you for entrusting this coin to me.”

You could see Zordon smile, "You're the one who deserves it, kid. Wear it well."

After that you separated from Trini, Kim, Zack, and Billy. Jason offered to take you home since he was the one who caused all this. If I'm not mistaken, you only got home at 2 in the morning.

The streets were very quiet, Angel Grove was very quiet, only Jason and your footsteps could be heard.

Until you were in front of your house, "This is where we have to part ways." You said with a smile.

He smiled, "It's a shame I still want to spend time with you."

You chuckled, "Thank you. Thank you for promising me and believing in me, Jace."

He chuckled, "Jace? I love that. And also, anytime, Y/N. And everything I said on the bus, it's true, I watch you a lot in class."

You stepped forward and kissed his cheek, then stood up again, “Goodnight.”

Before you heard his answer, you went straight into your house, usually your father would turn on the lights if you weren't home yet, but not this time. Something is wrong and you don't like it.

You open your door... The door is unlocked.

You felt something was wrong, because you felt Jason was still there you screamed his name, "Jason!"

You see your house is completely a mess. Your family photo frame is broken, scattered on the floor,

"What's wrong?!" Jason exclaimed.

You didn't answer him, your breath was already short, you were afraid, you were afraid that the consequences you got as a Ranger would be passed on to your father, and what was worse... to Jeremy.

You took your steps towards Jeremy's room, "Jere?!" Your voice trembled, but there was no answer at all.

The room is no less messy than your living room... What actually happened?

You sobbed, you put one hand on your waist while the other hand you held tightly to your hair, Jason noticed that and held your hand gently so as not to hurt yourself, "Hey. Hey, breathe."

You cried uncontrollably, "What happened? Where are my father and brother, Jason?"

He pulled you into his arms, gently stroking your back, "Sshh. It's okay. We'll figure it out together, okay?"

You cried into his chest. Now the house that was once filled with your father's laughter and Jeremy's jokes has dimmed, even the light that illuminated your own father no longer appears in the house. Where are they? What really happened? You don't like this.

Author Note : I apologize profusely if there are any typos because I originally wrote this from a first point of view... Hihi. I really hope you enjoy it, issea! and I'm really bad at writing fights...

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@mcyt-gt-events @navigating-through-gray

Happy secret Santa!

Here was the prompt I chose:

Ranboo has two lives, one he lives in summer, and the other in winter. He seeks out the goddess of death to remove his other side, but... her idea of a solution is to give him a tiny hybrid?

(Also sorry it's so close to the deadline, school and finals were kind of kicking my ass.)

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Cut You a Piece

tw mentioned temporary character death, terminal illness, calling someone it in a dehumanizing way (not maliciously or for long, dw) fear of death, fear play (accidental and intentional), threats of vore (very off hand and only mentioned once) and fear of death.

Tell me if I should tag anything else!

Title from "Cut You a Piece" from 35mm! (Even though it was based on Hadestown lmao)

...

Ranboo knew he was Ranboo. That- that part he knew. He knew it was cold. And he knew it was- that it COULD BE warm, but he never got to experience that part.

Not anymore.

Ranboo knew he was cursed, he knew that as well. He remembered it well, the veil over the witch's face and his green robes. The way his magic particles looked like feathers. His scary body guard forcing him off the premises before Ranboo could realize what happened.

He was cursed seven years ago, when he was ten for trying to sneak a cure for his friend's illness. The witch laughed and laughed when he caught him, and cursed him so he'd never see his friend again.

This all fell out in December. And Tubbo died in January.

It was a long two months for Ranboo. Sitting in his house, studying magic and necromancy and curses and healing spells. Tubbo was cursed to die, for the illness wouldn't have killed him if Ranboo hadn't met that witch.

This death was a curse, and if Ranboo was any magic user at all, he could lift it.

No, Tubbo was in pain, suffering, but he wouldn't have died. He would have turned into a beast, a horned monster that would ravage and burn towns if Ranboo didn't heal it.

And well, being the only person with healing magic in the village, even at ten years old, it was all on him.

But at the end of it, Tubbo was no longer a patient. But Ranboo's only friend.

Ranboo remembers the first time it happened.

He went to sleep in one March day, tomorrow the Spring Solstice. And he woke up in September.

He ran into town, asking frantically what had happened. He ran into Niki's bakery, feeling like just yesterday she was putting away her winter stock. And now she was taking it out again.

"Ranboo!" Niki smiled. "Thank you for helping me with those boxes yesterday, flour can be SO heavy."

Ranbo blinked at her. He... doesn't remember doing that. "I'm sorry Niki I... don't think I did help you. Maybe it was someone else?"

Niki laughed. "Of course it was you! What other ten year old do I know that's nearly six feet tall-"

She cut herself off as she turned around, blanching. "Oh shit! You look half starved to death! Sit down sit down!"

"Niki," Ranboo's gears were turning. "How could I have helped with the boxes?! I can barely lift five potions at once!"

"I don't know," Niki shrugged, putting down in front of him a warm loaf of bread and some juice. "You've been helping me all throughout Summer. I guess it is weird... how could you help me? And you looked fine yesterday! Why are you so... scrawny now?"

"That witch..." Ranboo put together the pieces. "Niki, do you remember what I was wearing yesterday?"

Niki thought for a moment. "That checkered brown jacket you always- wait... you don't have a checkered brown jacket... Tubbo did but he's-"

"Gone." Ranboo gulped. He stuffed the rest of the bread in his mouth and hopped up towards the door. "Thank you Niki!"

And it had been going like that ever since. And when Ranboo was awake, everyone thought Tubbo was dead, and that whatever Tubbo had done was Ranboo. The other way around must be true as well.

The witch had done his job. He would never see Tubbo again. Not in this half and half state.

So Ranboo was traveling to the underworld. He started his journey when he woke up for the winter at seventeen. And now in a week's time (he silently thanked Tubbo for understanding his goal, keeping him on track), Ranboo would fall asleep for the spring.

The grass was grey, thats the first thing he noticed as he stepped through the portal filled with stars. That and the sky was black. No... the sky was dark. It was purple then grey then blue and it all just looked like sand being swirled up by the tide.

Ranboo continued his trek, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The air was so cold it hurt to breath, and the dusty and... just overal somber smell of the Underworld didn't help much.

He was in a forest. Maybe? They weren't quite trees, inky black against the dark sky, sprawled out awkwardly, bent into shapes they shouldn't grow in. They were packed tightly together.

"And who are you then?"

Ranboo sucked in a breath, whipping around, narrowly avoiding tripping and falling on the roots. "Who's there?!"

"You don't look like you're from around here... you're..." the voice was small and quiet, so much so Ranboo thought he was imagining it. It wasn't like the voice was whispering either, it sounded like it wanted to be heard. "A human! What the fuck are you doing in the Underworld? And what the fuck are you doing on the way to the castle..."

"Show yourself!" Ranboo yelped as there was a noise behind him, twirling around and reaching for his- did he not bring any weapons?! "I- I have magic! Don't mess with me!"

"Tch. HEALING magic, hardly a threat to ME. Behind you."

Ranboo probably twisted his back 180 degrees as he fell to the floor, looking up at the creature in from of him.

It was... very small, maybe pinky finger sized? Ranboo had read about soul fire before, and the thing was enveloped in it. Or no... it had wings made of soul fire, and the rest was a glowing blue.

"Who- what are you?" Ranboo managed to squeak out.

The thing- the fairy? He sighed, crossing his arms, fluttering in the air. He spoke about as fast as his wings were beating, so very rapid and basically impossible to keep up with. "Apparently I'm not s'posed to give my name out, but Tommy isn't my name so you can call me that. And I'm CLEARLY an Underworld sprite. I'm supposed to guide souls to where their proper place in the afterlife is but you're not a soul! Not yet, anyway. Oh yeah, and quick question-"

The sprite zipped right up into Ranboo's face, making him yelp and back up. "Why are there TWO SOULS on you?! And why are you down here in the first place? Unless you're trying to get rid of one of the souls-"

"Yes!" Ranboo cut in. "I need the goddess of death to break this curse, and if you guide sould could you guide me to her castle?"

"Hmm... maybe for a favor!" Tommy had a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You're a healer, I want you to heal someone for me."

Ranboo wrung out his hands nervously. "I don't know how well healing magic works on the dead-"

"It doesn't! Harms them, in fact-" Tommy stated matter of factly. "No no no, my friend. I need you to heal the human of these woods. He's got a curse and he can't see his wife until it's lifted and he's being all sad and depressed about it-"

"I... don't really have the best track record with curses..." Ranboo admitted. He could somehow feel himself starting to sweat through the cold. "Maybe you could- WOAH!"

Ranboo jumped back in fright as Tommy shifted size right next to him, human sized. He was still a good half a foot shorter than him, but Ranboo was still no match for the sprite's strength.

And even at human sized, Tommy was lightning fast. He zipped through the forest faster than he could blink, taking him to an old cabin. It looked about as dead as anything else in the underworld, the wood grey from time, splintered. Cracked windows, overgrown discolored grass, Ranboo would never want to go there in a million years.

But unfortunately, Tommy was still grasping his forearm, and darted inside.

"PHIIIIIIIL!!!" Tommy called out. A man was sitting on an arm chair, facing away from them both. "I got a human to heal you up!"

The man chuckled, Ranboo sucked in a breath. He knew who this guy was. "Tommy, I told you that only-"

The witch- Phil- turned around, frozen mid sentence when he saw Ranboo. "That only the kid I cursed can heal me."

Ranboo squeaked, stumbling backwards and falling over. He scrambled to his feet, making a run towards the door.

"Shit!" Phil said under his breath as he drew a symbol in the air. The door in front of Ranboo slammed shut, and felt like solid cement as he desperately tried to open it again.

He can't get cursed. Not again. Not when he was so close to curing the first-

Phil stared at him with frustration, closed off and proper posture. He was going to finish the job, he was going to kill him. And he would laugh while doing it. He laughed the first time he hurt Ranboo.

"Kid- kid." Phil put his hands up when he saw Ranboo pressed as hard as he could against the door, as far as he could be from the witch. "I'm- hrmmmm... I'm SORRY for cursing you all those years ago."

Ranboo blinked back, surprised. He stayed in his position though, ready to run. "What?"

Phil sighed. "I thought nothing of it but my wife... not a huge fan of the joke. I can only visit her in my other form, but she cursed me for cursing you and now I'm stuck like this. And the only way to BREAK the curse-"

"Is if I do it..." Ranboo finished his sentence, remembering Tommy's words from earlier. He squinted at the witch and the sprite. "Any why should I help the guy who took my only friend from me?"

"You're here for him, right?" Phil crossed his arms. "And the spring Solstice is in just two days I believe-"

Ranboo's eyes widened. He hadn't been in the underworld for THAT long, had he?! He still had a week left when he was on the surface...

"Which only gives you two days to find the goddess of death and get a deal with her," Phil shrugged. "Once my curse is lifted, I can get you to her much faster. And if you do decide to wait out the two days and your friend makes his appearence... his soul will have a very strange time getting used to being thrown into the underworld with no adjustment period like you got."

Ranboo froze. What the heck was that supposed to mean? Tubbo wouldn't... get hurt, right?

No, Ranboo wouldn't let either of them get hurt, not if he could do something about it.

Phil clicked his tongue. "Tick tock-"

"I'll do it." Ranboo glared.

Phil smiled, tilting his head. "Perfect."

...

You know, Ranboo should have expected this when Phil asked to be cured outside.

"Let go of me!" Ranboo struggled in the witch's now giant grasp, watching the trees grow smaller as they were lifted in the air.

What happened to Tubbo if Ranboo died?

Now they were squirming even harder. They didn't want to be the one to get the two of them killed. Why did they tempt the witch again? The very witch that cursed them in the first place?!

"Relax, mate," Phil gave a giant sigh. Ranboo could feel the vibrations extend all the way to his hands where they were being held. "Ranboo-"

Ranboo screamed as they were pulled closer to Phil's face. They kicked and punched their fists against his hand, eventually resorting to clawing at him with their nails.

"Stop- hey!" Phil snarled, shaking Ranboo violently. Their brain pounded in their skull when he finally stopped. Ranboo felt like they would throw up if they had eaten anything in the past few days. "Stop it, or I'll make you go the journey in my mouth."

Ranboo yelped, slapping a hand over their mouth. He wouldn't he WOULDNT-

... would he?! Phil had already cursed them basically at the drop of a hat, who's to say he won't-

"Phil!" Tommy shouted up, zipping onto the witch's shoulder. "Stop shaking them! Treat them like me! No threatening, no surprise picking up-"

"I would if they weren't trying to ESCAPE-" Phil glared back down at Ranboo. They sucked in a breath as his grasp tightened. "You want to see your friend, don't you?!"

Ranboo nodded frantically.

"Well, Tommy's not strong enough to carry you-"

"HEY!"

"And you won't be able to keep up on foot." Phil tilted his hand and opened it, allowing Ranboo to stand up. "So let me hold you, or let your friend wake up confused and scared for his life on why he's in the underworld in the hands of a giant. You want me to carry you or not?"

Ranboo froze in indecision before slowly nodding their head.

Phil brought his other hand up, using both hands to cup Ranboo and make sure they didn't fall as they crossed the underworld.

And... it was beautiful.

Ranboo didn't really get to appreciate it from down below, but the view stunned them nearly as much as their fear of Phil did. The trees were caked in white... snow? And the sky was shone when Ranboo tilted their head, like an opal. The clouds swirled and shifted, dancing even though there was no wind.

And in the distance... a giant castle. It was dark, darker than the neutral grey of the rest of the underworld. But with that it also had the only colors in the land, purple fires dotted the sides, torches about two or three times Ranboo's size.

Ranboo looked up to see what Phil was thinking and... the giant witch was smiling fondly as they approached the gates. Why would he be... no.

Was Phil's wife... sure. Yep. Phil's wife was the goddess of death. Why not.

"Kristen!" Phil shouted, both Ranboo and Tommy flinching and covering their ears. Tommy shoved at his jaw in annoyance. "I'm home!"

"Phil!"

The shadows casted by the large walls and the purple flames conjured together, before disputing and leaving yet another giant in their wake. She wore a large hat with a veil, covering her face and the upper half of her torso. Other than that, she wore a long black dress with long dark brown hair.

"I've missed you!" She laughed, walking forward to embrace her husband before noticing Ranboo. "And who is this? Wait! No way... you actually found them-"

"Well," Phil shrugged. "More they found me. And while they've cured me of my curse..."

Kristen crossed her arms. "They still need the cure YOU gave them lifted. Huh. Funny how those things come back to bite you, isn't it, Phil?"

Phil rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, I get it. No cursing random kids."

"So... can you do it?" Ranboo spoke up.

"Of course I can," Kristen said with an audible smile. Ranboo couldn't really tell if she was being sweet or bragging. She looked at one of Phil's shoulders. "Tommy, would you mind fetching me water from the moat of the castle? And Phil, I'll need-"

"Ow!" Phil yelped as Kristen plucked a hair from his head.

"Yes ma'am!" Tommy fluttered in the air for a second, saluting, before flying out of the gate. Phil followed Kristen into a side room, where there resided a giant cauldron.

Kristen got to work as Phil stood by her side. Tommy fluttered up to be by Ranboo as well, who had been placed on a shelf and was nervously wringing their hands.

They were going to see Tubbo again.

Kristen walked over with a ladle of inky black liquid, dotted with little white specks like stars.

"Ranboo," Kristen said slowly, not quite hitting the gentle mark. "You're going to drink this, and then you'll pass out. When you wake up, you'll be in the land of the living, with Tubbo. It will most definetly be painful, as we're essentially ripping apart your souls at the seams."

Ranboo looked at themselves in the reflection of the potion. "Will... is it going to be painful for Tubbo?"

Kristen shrugged, shaking her head. "You're the one with the body, I doubt he'll even realize what's happening until he's back."

Ranboo nodded gravely, cupping as much potion as they could in their hands. The world turned sideways. There was shouting? And then it all faded to black.

...

Ranboo wasn't expecting to wake up to be honest. If what Phil said was true, then the Spring Solstice was today, when they would fall asleep and Tubbo would wake up in their place.

But Ranboo woke up.

And Kristen was right. They did hurt like hell, all their nerves were on fire and their heart felt tight, but they were awake for sure.

They sat up in bed, not sure what to do now. In... their own bed, back home too. Ranboo hasn't been home since he was thirteen.

What if it didn't work? What if they were seperated but it didn't bring Tubbo back? Or if Tubbo was in the last place HE woke up? What if-

"Ranboo?"

Ranboo yelped. It was a few years older, but they definetly recognized that voice.

They looked over at their nightstand, where a tiny figure was sitting on the desk, like he had just woken up too. Brown messy hair, jet black horns and wings, it was unmistakably Tubbo.

"Ranboo!" Tubbo yelped, falling backwards before scampering to his feet. "What's happening?! What's-"

"You have wings!" Ranboo gasped. "And- it worked! Wait, Kristen actually- ha HA!"

Ranboo leaned down over their night stand and hugged Tubbo close to their face. Tubbo screamed.

"Sorry!" Ranboo flinched back. Tubbo stood firmly on the nightstand, like he was ready for a fight. "I'm just... so happy to see you. And... wait, do the wings mean you're still cursed."

Tubbo flexed his wings in and out, flapping them a few times. "They don't feel cursed? Like I was bedridden and in pain before... everything happened obviously. And while we were... seperated I had no features at all, like the curse had gone away overnight. But now they're just sort of there? Even though this is the first time I've had them they just feel... natural."

"That's good," Ranboo thought for a moment. "We should probably-"

There were footsteps downstairs.

Tubbo clearly heard, snapping his neck over. "You didn't get a new roommate while we were apart, right?"

Ranboo shook their head, not able to say anything else before the door opened.

They blinked away the blue light invading their eyes, making their headache ever prominent. "Tommy?!"

"You're finally awake!" Tommy laughed. He was at human size, carrying two glasses of water. "Took you long enough! You both slept WELL through the solstice, it was SO boring!"

"Tommy, why are you here?!" Ranboo took the glass, slowly sipping on it. "WHY are you here?!"

"Well, Kristen sent me to look after you while you adjusted," Tommy shruggedlike he wasn't talking about the literal goddess of death. "And since you two have been passed out the entire time, I've sort of just been making sure you guys were alive, messing with the locals a bit- wait a minute!"

Tommy shrunk down to Tubbo's size and flew right up to him, hsnd outstretched. "I'm Tommy! And I already know you're Tubbo, don't worry."

"Ranboo," Tubbo backed up. "Who is this guy."

"Tommy is... an underworld sprite," Ranboo scratched the back of their head, not really knowing how to say that lightly. "He's here to help. I think? Did Kristen of Phil send you?"

"Kristen," Tommy landed on the nightstand. "She couldn't completely undo the curse, clearly, so she sent me to make sure neither of you do anything stupid. Can you fly?"

Tubbo blinked back before flapping his wings rapidly as hard as he could. Nothing. "I don't think so."

"Hm." Tommy lifted in the air again. "We'll have to get that taken care of. Meet me downstairs when you're ready, we've got LOTS to talk about!"

Tommy launched off the desk and returned to human sized, walking back downstairs.

"I'm..." Tubbo turned back to Ranboo. "You know what? Nope! Not even gonna ask."

Ranboo snickered. "I'm glad you're back."

Tubbo snorted. "I'm glad YOURE back! Haven't seen you in forever."

Ranboo extended their hand, Tubbo stepping onto it. "Come on, let's go figure this out."

...

And they did.

It was a lovely spring, the first spring Ranboo had had in years. He took his sweet time walking around outside, helping out around the town between healing and being with Tubbo.

And Tubbo was adjusting as well as someone could in this sort of situation. With Tommy there to help, giving pointers on how to navigate through giant sized terrains, as well as him teaching Ranboo how to properly handle the tiny, it was going well.

"Is it bad I'm still nervous for the solstice?" Ranboo asked. Him and Tubbo had been looking out the window, with Tubbo snuggled in the little pocket in his shirt, watching the first dnow of the year. Which was surprising, as the solstice was tomorrow.

"Meh." Tubbo shrugged. "I'm... definetly nervous. But you know, old habits die hard, right?"

Ranboo hummed, the two looked out the window the rest of the night. Until they went up to bed.

"Goodnight," Ranboo yawned pulling over his covers.

"Night!" Tubbo stretched before curling up. They had discovered that as a dragon, Tubbo liked sleeping on piles. Not just gold pulls, but everything. Like fabric.

He let his eyes fall closed, and drifted to sleep. The rest was short, as it was cut off early in the morning by a loud crashing sound.

"Ranboo?!" Tubbo said from the floor, rubbing his head. Why was Tubbo so big?! "Where are you?! I can't see-"

"I'm under the blankets!" Ranboo shouted. Tubbo lifted up the covers and-

Tubbo was a giant. Ranboo scrambled back, realizing how small he was. He felt like he was with Phil and Kristen again.

"Here, let me put you on the desk," Tubbo grabbed Ranboo a bit tightly and plopped him in the nightstand. Ranboo collapsed.

"Don't do that please..." Ranboo was shaking like a leaf.

"Oh crap sorry-" Tubbo cringed back. "I know that that isn't the greatest feeling."

"And we had just gotten used to living with you as a tiny..." Ranboo whined, sighing.

It was going to be another long six months.

#mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #giant!ranboo #tiny!tubbo #giant!phil #giant!kristen #do people call her krusten or mumza here?#giant!mumza #sizeshifter!tommy #ranboo and tubbo are *technically* size shifters but its barely there so whatever.#tiny!ranboo #<- in comparisson to mumza and phil

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How to Speedrun Bury Your Gays aka That Time Legion Killed All Its Queer Characters In 20 Minutes

Well, 20 minutes 30 seconds to be exact...

First up at the episode's beginning, we have Daniel, who doesn't actually die, but I'd argue having your memory erased with no possibility of regaining it is comparable to death.

But hey he was a two dimensional character who existed solely to have effects on his husband, Clark's, storylines, firstly to humanise him when Daniel was introduced in Chapter 8 and then to add weight to Clark and David's exchange in this episode, Chapter 24. Oh and he also appeared in chapter 20 to remind us he existed since he hadn't been seen or spoken about once since he first appeared. So, not a great loss, right? I didn't even know his name, I had to google it for this post. Not a big deal when he was practically created to die...wait...

So at the 3 minutes 48 seconds mark our first gay has been buried. Record time and we've barely broken a sweat.

Next up we have Lenny and this one is trickier. She's a more developed character with her own agency and who has purpose beyond being a glorified prop. That purpose has been a bit harder to nail down this season but she had some growth in the last episode, choosing to feel the loss of her daughter rather than let David take the pain away or suppressing it with drugs (which feels like it would have been her MO pre David). It also seems she's reached her limit and is no longer willing to blindly follow David and allow him to- oh no, never mind, she's stabbed herself in the neck. I guess it kind of fits with her motivations, since she states to David that he can't have her, prior to stabbing herself. Would it have been more interesting and satisfying narratively if she chose to work with Division 3 to take David down instead? Or decided to try get revenge on Farouk for what he did to her on her own terms, which would also have the benefit of at someone finally trying to hold Farouk accountable for the monstrous things he did? Or even just have Lenny decide she doesn't have a horse in this race since she was drafted against her will and she's going to ride of into the sunset to do her own thing? (this is one hell of a mixed metaphor, I impress myself) Sure...but here she gets to have her last words be a call back to a memory she shared with David...except actually that was a false memory altered by Farouk to hide his presence in David's mind and he and Lenny never had a 'Why is it blue?' exchange in real life nor did she witness said false memory. Love the writer's cared enough about her arc to remember this accurately. And so dies maybe the best role Aubrey Plaza has ever had.

We've now hit the 10:42 mark so slowing down but still keeping a decent pace (sidenote: I remembered Lenny's girlfriend Salmon when writing this, a character who was maybe even less developed than Daniel, and wondered what happened her. We saw her giving birth in the previous episode and then she wasn't present for the rest of her daughter's abridged life courtesy of the time eaters which...actually implies she died in childbirth which is incredibly grim...I don't think it was an intentional implication but it's there nonetheless).

And last, but certainly not least we have Mr Clark DeBussy. Did I know his surname without googling it? Absolutely not. Have the writers ever figured out how to use his character post season one? Absolutely not. Though I did enjoy his one girl talk scene over tea with Syd.

To be fair, I do quite enjoy the scene leading up to his death. While a manufactured scenario, the home movies he's watching of his husband and son do add a melancholy to this scene and I love the visual when he turns to face David that leads to those images being projected onto his face. Teamed with his resigned yet angry delivery of 'I should have killed you the first time we met', David's sad smile as he agrees and Jeff Russo's always beautiful score it is just perfect. And then Clark is grabbed by one of David's cult members and thrown out the air lock and, as we hit 20 minutes and 30 seconds, our final gay is buried...well floating in the depths of space but same thing. There's excellent use of the family video projections again as they briefly overlay the scene of his expulsion from the airship and...it's just occurred to me since going to space in no way impeded David's attack, and Farouk could have gotten pissy with Division 3 for being cowards even if they hadn't started orbiting the earth....did we go to space just for this visual The style over substance of Legion is an ongoing issue but this time I might just accept it, it's a lovely shot.

And thus ends Legion's queer cast's run. There is a further 21 minutes and 40 seconds in this episode in which Syd loses her mind and Kerry looked like she was about to lose a fight and I thought 'Okay actually this is just an episode where characters are going to die, it's coincidence the first three were gay' but then Kerry actually survived and, after a brief second childhood in the astral plane with Melanie and Oliver, Syd gets her mind back...so actually the only people who stayed dead/memory wiped were queer.

I don't know how to to end this. Maybe with the advise to write decent queer representation and don't bury them or at least not all in one fell swoop only taking up half an episode? I wrote a joke about Clark's son not having a name but googled it to doublecheck and he does...it's Buster...Buster DeBussy...Clark was underdeveloped but I refuse to believe he would give his child a name thatvsounds like a side character in a video game. He was better than that

#legion fx #bury your gays #Daniel DeBussy #Clark DeBussy #Buster DeBussy #Lenny Busker #Whats with the bus theme actually?#I've just noticed...#Salmon just...disappeared...didn't even get an official death #For real though Lenny deserved better and I was so angry I had to turn the episode off and didn't finish it until the next day #Was gonna add images/gifs to this but I'm tired so maybe tomorrow....#also thats not how short and longterm memory work

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