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omg-imagine · 3 years

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All We Are

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: V is jealous after Johnny’s date with Rogue, which leads to an honest discussion about where they both stand.

Words: 1.7k

Warning: spoilers for Blistering Love side job, a little angst

A/N: Requested by an anon. This may be a bit different than what you were expecting, but I was in the feels™. Hope you still enjoy :)

Also, can we please talk about how adorable he looks in the gif??

The long drive back to the apartment was silent; the utter stillness in the car weighs heavily on V’s mind. Hands gripping tight on the steering wheel, she tries to ignore this unsettling ache she has, not allowing even an ounce of thought to pass. Though she chalks it off as a side effect of the pseudoendotrizine, this strange, hollow feeling of hers continues to stir deep inside, burning, burning and burning.

And so, she switches on the radio and focuses ahead on the stretch of road winding down the North Oak hills, the approaching lights of Night City glowing brighter against the inky skies. A fresh breeze flows into the open windows, dulling the tension for a moment.

A moment of tranquility that ends far too soon, yet it was a moment V’s at least grateful to have.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Johnny points out, the gruff baritone of his voice piercing the air. “An enny for your thoughts?”

Kicking his feet up on the dashboard, his aviators glint in the silver moonlight, making him appear impossibly more obnoxious than he usually is. He acts as if he’s not aware of the recent thoughts plaguing V’s head, but perhaps that truly was the case. If it were, then she would be surprised— Johnny often invades her mind, poking and prodding at things he shouldn’t be. For a while, she assumes he knows.

“Just tired,” V replies monotonously. Her answer was far from a lie; she really was tired. Exhausted, even. All she wants is to collapse into bed, pass out, and hope that for a few short hours, she can forget about today, about everything.

“Huh,” he breathes out, and V spares him not a single glance. “Pretty sure somethin’ was up. You’ve been actin’ weird since we left the drive-in.”

A chuckle rumbles through her chest. V still finds it unusual for Johnny to act so… concerned. Almost caring, if she had to be honest. She’s noticed a change in him recently, which became apparent after their conversation in the oil fields. He’s a lot softer now, sometimes sweet, both in his own unique way, of course. As if his rough edges were slightly smoothed out with sandpaper, enough that they no longer cut and make her bleed.

V would often catch him staring when he thinks she’s not looking. She also doesn’t fail to miss the small smile that creeps across his face as she talks. And in those passing seconds that lasts an eternity when the relic malfunctions, Johnny was there to offer her comfort. He’d kneel down to the ground while she coils in agony, whispering promises that this will all be over soon. That one way or another, they would get rid of that goddamn chip slotted in V’s head and ultimately save her life.

Life. Life has a funny way of unraveling itself. Fuck, this all seems like a cruel joke the universe is playing on V. Fate is rarely kind to her, a sad fact she’s accepted over the years. Never would she have imagined that after experiencing the pain of heartbreak and loss, she’d find herself falling for someone at the worst possible time.

And that someone is the imprisoned digital ghost of a rockerboy-turned-terrorist studying her from the passenger seat.

But V’s adamant in denying it. Her life was too fucking complicated for this right now.

“Are you capable of shutting the fuck up for two seconds?” V bitterly snaps, the hands on the wheel clenching stiffly as her jaw. “You got what you wanted tonight. Finally got your dick wet after fifty years, so leave me the hell alone, would’ya?!”

She doesn’t mean to act on her muted anger, but it manages to get the best of her. V knows why, and because of it, she crumbles. She crumbles like the walls she’s built around herself. Like the facade she’s been hiding behind for the past couple of months. Because underneath the dirt and grime, V was just a poor, tragic soul, more worried about losing the man she couldn’t have than her awaiting death.

“Really think that’s what happened?” Johnny asks, pushing his shades up to his head as he shifts to sit up straight in his seat.

V grits her teeth, eyes remaining locked on the road. She had woken up an hour or two after Johnny took over, finding her lips still warm, still swollen. Her hair was tousled, and she had been stripped off of most of her clothes; the scent of Rogue’s perfume lingering on her skin. She didn’t need him to recount; it was all clear to her what had transpired. It was what she agreed on to make him happy, a date with the Afterlife fixer and whatever it could lead up to.

In the end, V regretted it, not because Johnny used her body to sleep with someone. But because even after the rollercoaster ride, the dog tags, the private concerts, and the heart-to-heart they had at his gravesite, she still wasn’t his. He was too hung up over Rogue, and she couldn’t blame him. Having shared a lengthy history, there was no doubt Johnny wouldn’t snatch up the opportunity to win her back.

But then where does that leave V?

“The fuck is wrong, V? Don’t make me figure it out by myself.”

Biting the edge of her lip, she ignores Johnny’s latest question and contemplates swallowing an omega blocker. She doesn’t even care that he’s threatening to search for the truth without her permission. Choosing not to do so, he keeps pressing on regardless, and V was getting pissed off. When he doesn’t stop, she loses her temper and slams on the brakes, the Porsche coming to a screeching halt on a dead street.

Huffing, V pulls over to the side, shutting the car’s engine as Johnny is left bewildered by her actions. Peace and quiet. She yearns for peace and quiet, and the pills would do the trick in an instant. Her hand reaches for the bottle in her jacket pocket, the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears. Popping the cap open, she turns her head to the side, unable to help herself. She sees the tenderness etched in his features, a wordless plea shining in his dark eyes.

“V… Tell me.”

V’s gaze slowly falters, her consciousness at war with itself. The storm of anger in her calms, yet she needs to know what her next move is. She’s always been terrible at this sort of thing, dealing with her feelings and shit. Growing up in the streets of Heywood, she’s learned how to shut people out and keep them out. Biggest rule she had imposed on herself was to never, ever fall for a choom, but this time was different. Despite him being a mere figment of her imagination, she feels safe around Johnny, appreciated and content. The two understand each other on a level nobody else has done. They’ve been through literal hell and would only sink further into it to find a way to survive.

A chrome palm comes to rest on V’s cheek, the sensation oddly warm, oddly familiar. Her attention flickers back to Johnny as he strokes her weary face. His touch was delicate, movements careful and controlled. He treats her as if she were porcelain, afraid that his metal hand would cause her to crack. V exhales deeply, relishing the feeling she’s longed from the moment she had broken that dumb rule of hers.

“Go ahead,” she mumbles, giving Johnny consent for him to read her mind. It only takes a second, maybe even less. V half expects his shit-eating grin to make its appearance. She couldn’t forget how cocky he was, and she thought this would certainly rub his ego.

It never comes. Instead, Johnny’s lips turn up into a genuine smile, one softer than the way his black hair falls to frame his face. V swears she was floating; this doesn’t feel all that real to her. It couldn’t be real. But as the first faint slivers of sunlight appear on the horizon, she starts to believe that she isn’t dreaming nor hallucinating. She was still very much wide awake.

“Didn’t know you were the jealous type,” Johnny quips as he leans closer. “You had no reason to be jealous, princess.”

“Why not?”

“Nothin’ happen between Rogue and me,” he clarifies, his fingers pushing back her locks. “Yeah, we made out a little, but I couldn’t go through with it. Wanna know why?”

V nods.

“’Cause I realized that ship sailed a long time ago. We’re too different people now; she’s got her own life, while I got mine sittin’ right here.”

“Johnny…” she murmurs his name as he brings up his other hand to cradle her face. “I wanted to have what you and Rogue had, minus the shitty things you did. But I could feel how much you loved her, how you basically worshipped the ground she walked on. Then I thought, can’t compete with her. She’s a livin’ legend, a badass. Meanwhile, I could be dead the next minute or two, either by this fuckin’ relic or a bullet.”

“Trust me, V, you wouldn’t want that,” Johnny returns, resting his forehead against hers. How could he feel so real? “What you and I have is special. Ain’t felt this way before, not even with Rogue or Alt. Like I said, you’re the fuckin’ closest to me. These feelings you’re afraid of? Shit, I have them too, and I’m fuckin’ terrified. But knowing that you’re here and we both share them, it makes things a lot less scary.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Johnny laughs softly. “Gotta spell it out for ya, huh? Well then, here it goes; V, I love you. I don’t throw that word around randomly, but know that it’s what I feel whenever I think of you.”

V doesn’t waste a second longer. Her lips meet his for a kiss that is gentle and bruising, all at once. They hold one another close, their grasps taut so that the other wouldn’t slip away, not wanting to lose what they’ve gained. Time goes by, ticking in the background as they kiss again and again, but to them, it’s slow, nearly everlasting.

And when it was over, when they finally had to part, they were breathless, panting.

“Love you too, Johnny,” she murmurs into his skin, tone dripping with affection as he hums in response.

Night melds into day, and the city comes back to its fullest life. V kisses Johnny a final time before driving back to the place she calls home, even though she’s found her true one in his heart.

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mikiib · 3 years

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The Magnus Archives: ALIEN AU (Part 1)

So in short I had come up with an AU where the cast of TMA characters are set in the universe of ALIEN. They’re both my FAVORITE pieces of horror media I’ve consumed and so my brain figured- WHY NOT? So I have 13 pages and scenes in my brain that would take place in this AU. If this or the following posts that I’ll make inspire anyone I would LOVE to see what you come up with! In short this story has a mostly good ending.

Here’s a list of the things that ARE and AREN’T in this universe.

- 14 Fears aren’t in this world. It’s fully immersed in the universe of the movie ALIEN/ALIENS. - The xenomorphs however have more powers- they can shape shift into anyone they ‘kill’. So if the alien hatches from the host but somehow the host survives then that creature can pretend to be that person. If they kill someone they can pretend to be them. They still however take the main biological forms of the hosts they came from in regular form. - Queens are born when there is no other queen in near vicinity detected by the unhatched egg. - The hatching of an egg takes a lot longer after implantation rather than a few hours like the original movie. - The aliens acidic blood is still STRONG but not nearly as much. I nerfed that to a slower burn- if left on the surface for more than a few minutes it can still be JUST AS BAD as the movies version. - Cyborgs are a thing in this world- who is and isn’t a cyborg is up in the air- however you’ll find out if you follow the posts. - The aliens are weak to extreme heat and extreme cold. The younger they are the more vulnerable to both. Fire extinguishers and flamethrowers will be a big weapon in both firepower and as a melee weapons. - The technology is slightly more up to date compared to ALIEN’s 80′s tech, as there are in short video calls that can be held. -Mother (MU-TH-UR 4900) is the ships computer mainframe, and can connect directly to Elias with his acceptance of the transmission. Mother also monitors the crew and their vitals when they are under cyosleep. - They can quit. No bindings to ‘The Eye’ here.

ARTIFACT RETRIEVAL VEHICLE: THE COEUS CREW: SEVEN

Captain and Scrivener (Archivist): Jonathan Sims (Age: 31)

Executive Officer: Sasha James (Age: 35)

Warrant Officer: Georgie Barker (Age: 29)

Navigator: Melanie King (Age: 27)

Engineers: Tim Stocker (Age 33) & Martin Blackwood (Age: 27)

Science Officer: Nikola Orsinov (Age: 30)

CARGO: OTHER WORLDLY ARTIFACTS UNDER STUDY COURSE: SCIENCE AND TECHNOLOGY MOON BASE: THE MAGNUS ARCHIVES

-Everyone shares the role of being a Scribal (Archival) Assistants to Jon- no exceptions. -The Magnus Archives is a space station on the Moon orbiting Earth. -The cargo they carry is found from the ships that collect samples from uninhabited planets as well as statements from those who report to them their findings to investigate. -The Admiral is the ships designated therapy cat to help the crew cope with isolation brought on by Georgie. -Elias Bouchard is the head of The Magnus Archives.

STORYLINE:

The story starts after they’ve collected the last of the artifacts required on the list to retrieve. They’ve been in cryosleep for over 6 months and only need 3 more months of it till they’d arrive to their destination. Everyone wakes up on their own time, Georgie first, along with Melanie and Martin. Followed by Tim, Sasha, Jon, and Nikola, they gather at the dining table of the living quarters. Martin makes everyone their preferred meals, seemingly the most nervous. This has been Martins first time aboard THE COEUS, and his banter with Sasha and Tim prove while not the best at his job there, he makes a mean meal out of the ‘rubbish space food’ provided. Melanie comes back after taking a look at their current location frowning, letting the others know they aren’t even close to Earth yet- not even in their solar system anymore. In surprise they turn to Jon, who himself has only been Captain on ship for only just before this crew was assigned to him. He gets up to check out whats going on, many of the others follow him, much to his disgruntlement as they basically fill the small room. Mother has intercepted a transmission of unknown origins and under contract of their jobs they must check it out. Curious to know more about their new course Jon calls Elias, who informs them it will be a 2 week set back on their schedules course. Jons not exactly excited about this but Tim’s quite happy to be informed it does give them quite a large bonus since it does seem confirmed of unknown (non-human) origins.

Once they arrive to their destination, Melanie sets the ship into motion for landing. She reads off all planet signs to the crew on. It’s a nearly isolated dwarf planet of 600 kilometers in diameter (372.823 miles). The surface on landing will be 23 degrees celsius- much warmer than expected but it does seem to be orbiting a sun fairly closely. They prepare for landing and Martin and Tim are set to get the ship in position. Martin and Tim talk together as they prep and make sure the landing legs will be fine against the surface of the planet. While they do so Sasha pops in announcing she gets to go with Jon and Melanie to investigate the source of the spooky transmission on foot. Meaning also she gets a bigger cut in the bonus than them. Tim and Sasha razz at each other but stop when sparks are spat in Martins face for wiring something wrong. He curses and Sasha comes over to help see what's wrong, pulling on gloves. She laughs a bit and gently teases him to choose a different degree to lie about next time he wants a new job as she fixes the wiring for him. Martin shushes her, claiming he didn’t expect them not to do background checks, nor did he expect to be given a position on one of the biggest damned cargo retrieval ships known. While he worked originally as a simple warehouse organizer at The Magnus Archives sister base on earth he had needed cash to help support himself after his Mother had moved out. Tim wraps an arm around Martin, claiming he’ll shield Martin from Jons prying eyes if anything goes wrong on this detour. They laugh a bit before the radio goes off from Jons office room. He’s complaining about the lights not turning on in there and would be thrilled if someone did their job correctly when fixing it before he gets back on the ship. Tim radios him that they’re on it before they tease Martin more on his obvious crush on Jon before Sasha is then called up to suit up.

Georgie is helping the 3 suit up properly, making sure their heart monitors are secure and attached to their neck to get an accurate pulse. Jon seems to be struggling most with the suit up, this unlike the other two, being his first time in a suit outside of the initial training. Sasha after having her camera feed double checked helps Jon out. And while Jon doesn’t say anything about it, it’s obvious Sasha should’ve gotten the job as Captain. Melanie the entire time rattling on about how excited she is to document her findings of a foreign transmission.

They land with ease, nothing going wrong as the planet, while rocky with a constant rain, is also somewhat flat. They make their way to the source of the transmission. Tim and the others are now watching from the ship- cameras live feed and audio coming to them as Georgie talks with Melanie about all the kind of things they could find on the ship to study. Nikola reminds everyone that without the items and everyone following the procedures for quarantine, no one is touching the items that may be brought back. The conversation dies out into aww when they see the space ship the signal is coming from appear on camera. Melanie is excited as Sasha and Jon start to look for a way in. Jon reminds them to stay close to him at all times as they enter the ship- its obvious he’d rather none of them go in here due to how degraded the place looks. Everything seems to have been heavily melted in random patches, but the ship itself seems to be made of a biological element of some sort- comparing it to a ribcage almost as they walk through it.

As they traverse the ship they stumble across multiple dead alien bodies. They aren’t fresh but they also don’t look years old. Melanie goes to take a closer look at them but Jon quickly pulls her back from them, yelling about how obviously unsafe it is as well as the fact that she just broke formation rushing off into a different room. They both get into an argument about what should be done with the bodies, and how far their investigations should go. At this point the feed is hardly coming through via camera, but the audio makes it back to the the ship roughly. Sasha goes on without them as she’s getting closer to decode the transmission. it’s a warning of sorts is what she can gather. Looking at the bodies it may have been an illness of some type, each of them dead from some type of acid but she finds one with an open chest- like an explosion. she gets closer to one, that seems to shift out of the corner of her eye. She tries to let the others know but she realizes that they can’t hear her over their arguing, and she’s almost certain she’s lost on the foreign ship. So instead she brings herself closer to the alien body before something crashes behind her and she stumbles back, tripping over something, and screams as she bashes her head on the back of her helmet. She gets up and looks around and sees the shadow of the creature run off and she chases after it.

That got the attention of the others as not only with the scream but Tim tells them her heart rate is spiking drastically. Jon and Melanie cry out for Sasha and she stops after meeting a dead end. She sighs and tells them she’s fine, she just fell and admittedly was just chasing after shadows. She turns around however and suddenly her heart monitor on the ship starts to read dead. PART 2

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akampana · 3 years

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17 or 21 Ozy/Arturia for the confessions prompt 👀

21- We need to stop dancing around it. All it does, is hurting us both!” Modern AU Ozymandias x Arturia ((These are becoming more like fics than drabbles but eh.) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ________ Today marked seven years and seven months since his wife died.

Ozymandias contemplated the thought over a glass of wine, lounging on a leather couch that wasn’t quite his. Then again, the piece of furniture had found the genius architect to be its most frequent occupant, so perhaps that last claim wasn’t quite correct.

The sofa’s actual owner stood by the window, blonde hair loose and gleaming in the moonlight. A slight flush colored her pale skin, from the alcohol and—Ozy believed—the company.

“This wine is quite pleasurable. Heh. You have learned my preferences. As you should, Miss Pendragon.”

To his delight, the addressee turned at the sound of her maiden name, blessing him with the aurora-like irises that had first captured his attention three years ago.

Her eyes back then were detached and distant; hardly a fit for the heiress to such a prestigious property development company. As the Egyptian shook hands with Uther, he almost dismissed the young lady by her father's side.

Then, their gazes locked. Ozymandias Nuru saw himself reflected in the woman’s deep green pools, and she became a curiosity. The lauded architect thought it puzzling that someone so young could be so burdened, but as they began working together, he began to pick up the pieces.

Picture frames on her desk that lay face down. A visiting lawyer bringing papers for her to sign. A lighter band of skin on her finger where a ring must have sat before.

Arturia Pendragon was suffering a loss, but one unlike his. For while he pined for one beyond the grave, she ached for a woman that still lived and breathed.

There was a moment in time when he debated which one of them was worse off. The one who’d loved and lost, or the one who was never loved at all. It didn’t matter, he’d come to realize, as their meetings became more ‘casual’ and less ‘business’. The widower and the divorcee had one evident commonality:

Loneliness.

For better or worse, it made them seek each other out. His name eventually appeared next to hers on charity guest lists. Hers, wherever his wife’s would have been, if the love of his life were still around. Then of course, there were nights like this one, that had no labels save for the brands slapped across the deep green bottles that sat in ice on the coffee table.

Though blurry faces around them began to suspect, never once did he think of Miss Pendragon as a replacement. Even if he tried, it was hard to see his wife’s warm smile in her serious turn of lip; hard to remember sun-kissed skin when Arturia’s was lightly freckled porcelain. Then there were the latter’s locks of spun gold, which very rarely he had the opportunity to brush from her shoulder.

There was no replacing Nefertari. Only acceptance of the fact that he wanted another in his life: the woman who silently waited in the driver’s seat while he visited his spouse at the cemetery, his dependable ‘plus one’ through otherwise frivolous charity events, his dear companion that invited him for wine every so often.

“Red and significantly aged, with a balanced structure...and a hefty price tag,” Arturia muttered calmly as her business partner strolled toward her. “It was not all that difficult to deduce.”

Ozymandias huffed out a laugh at her comment. She was getting harder to tease.

She was beautiful as he beheld her, dressed in the lapis lazuli gown he provided her with for the gala earlier this evening. After three years of knowing each other, she finally trusted him to commission a dress that would suit her, and suit her it did. The seamstress had done a fine job highlighting the rich blue with gold. Arturia looked as wonderful in his colors as he predicted.

As the Pendragon heiress brought her crystal glass to her lips and set it down, his amber eyes were distracted, travelling down her silhouette to the strap that had come loose upon her arm. The man’s finger looped itself under the black garter, gently brushing her skin as he replaced the strap upon her shoulder.

When his eyes met hers once again, he realized, breathless, that he was close enough to kiss her. His gaze flickered to her parted lips as she whispered his nickname in a question, the wine they both savored deliciously hanging on to the soft flesh.

Suddenly, it was as if she had a gravity, slowly drawing him in with every moment that passed. Not for the first time, he felt his heartbeat quicken for the short woman before him.

Arturia’s velvet heels thudded softly onto the floor-to-ceiling window as his hands pressed onto the thick glass behind her.

His doubts disappeared as he leaned forward, finally giving in to the desire that had festered within him for the last few months. He wanted this. He wanted her. He loved Arturia Pendragon and he was...ready. Ready for the possibility of another happy beginning. Ready for a second chance.

His lips collided with her palm.

“Don’t.”

As new cracks began to appear on his already shattered heart, Ozymandias enveloped her hand in his, feeling her pulse just under her skin.

“You reject me, even now that I can feel how your heart beats for me?” he anguished as she refused to look him in the eye.

“You’ve misjudged my feelings, Oz,” she accused, her words cutting like knives yet her expression conflicted.

“Have I?” the man asked, moving his hands to her cheeks to bring her gaze back up to his.

Arturia removed herself from his touch, hugging herself for...comfort? Protection? She didn’t know. Her teary-eyed gaze dropped down to her empty ring finger. Though the mark of her failed marriage was no longer there, the scars of that once-love ran deep.

She didn’t dare face the man behind her. Not because he was wrong, but because she knew Ozymandias held the same place in her heart as Guinevere once did. And like her, he now had every power in the universe to tear Arturia’s soul apart.

The woman’s breath hitched in her throat as the man rested his head upon her shoulder from behind.

“Have I?" he queried once more, the warmth of his breath ghosting across her nape.

Seconds passed in silence as he wrapped her trembling figure in his arms. All the while, she wondered when she'd gotten comfortable with the widower's touch. Was it all the dances for charity? The times he helped her up the steps while she was in heels? The way their hands brushed when toasting a drink?

Arturia bit her lip, denying the tanned man his answer. Any assent that left her mouth would be a lie, and yet she wasn't quite sure if she was ready for the truth.

“Hear this now, Miss Pendragon: I cannot be satisfied knowing I am merely a friend to you. However, if my affections are not returned, I must hear your rejection, unlikely as it is.”

There was always a certain confidence in the way that the architect spoke. Even when he’d placed his future into her hands, he made his statement without fear.

"We need to stop dancing around it," he argued at her silence, surer than ever that his feelings were returned. "All it does is hurt us both."

Slowly, the architect closed his eyes, patiently waiting for her answer. Hers was the heart that needed convincing. Arturia turned to face him, reaching up to cup the older man’s face between her palms.

“You know of my divorce—”

“And you know of my loss,” he interrupted, meeting her jade orbs with his amber ones. “Neither should keep you from me, and neither will. All I need is your answer, Arturia.”

Arturia hung on to each of Ozymandias’s words, savoring the sound of her name in his voice. As she searched his gaze, she found no doubt nor dishonesty, only certainty. How lucky Nefertari must have been, to have married someone like him.

The Pendragon heiress got on her toes, promising to the heavens that she would not waste the second chance she was given. Theirs were wounded hearts, but even wounded hearts could love just as ardently. When the man closed the rest of the distance between them, this time, she didn’t stop him.

Today marked seven years and seven months since his wife died. But for both of them, today also marked the start of a new life.

#thansk for indulging my fantasies HAHAHA #akampana asks #love confession prompts #ozyyyyy ;_;#ozyturia #fate #fate fanfic #fgo #fanfic #fanfiction #ozymandias #artoria pendragon #arturia pendragon #artoria #arturia #modern au

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doctorreids · 4 years

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folklore - spencer reid x reader

CHAPTER TWO - cardigan

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summary: reader reflects upon her first time with spencer, upon the loss of her father and whether or not she did enough to save their relationship.

warnings: death/loss of a loved one.

word count: 2,494

“sequinned smile, black lipstick, sensual politics. when you are young they assume you know nothing.”

This case hit the team particularly hard. Child abductions could either end with a happy ending or… This one was not one of those times. She was sure Reid had a statistic but they were all too exhausted to even keep their eyes open on the jet. The air was somber and tense - everyone feeling all too guilty to indulge in any kind of conversation.

By the time the plane had landed, none of them had slept and it was completely dark outside. She knew she needed a drink and a strong one at that. Reid had sat by her the entire flight home, she noticed how he could barely focus on his book in front of him, his shoulders completely tense. The 20,000 words per minute was slashed to 10 minutes. She hated yet understood that they all felt guilty, but there was always a special sadness in her when Reid was upset. He was the one negotiating, all that weight fell on his shoulders and she just wanted to hold him and tell him that everything will be okay.

They all filtered into the office, Reid following sluggishly behind her. This was routine now, having only been at the bureau for just shy of a year, she had learnt how everyone took their coffee or tea, what time they all headed home with Hotch and Reid being the last out of the doors. She’d become accustomed to joining them in burning the late-night oil.

Reid didn’t even spare a glance at the kitchen as he sat down at his desk, a frown etched onto his face. She just wanted him to smile.

Making his coffee was second nature to her now; she knew exactly how much sugar he took depending on how he was feeling. Smiling to herself, she placed his mug on his desk and as he glanced up she walked back to her own desk to start working on the post-case paperwork and other cases she’d been asked to consult on.

She didn’t see it but he smiled. Only slightly but he did.

A few hours passed when she was finishing up her last file when a note was dropped onto her desk as Reid walked past her desk.

'Would you like to get a drink at Dan’s tonight? - S’

Grinning, she packed up all her files into her go-bag, grabbed her coffee cup and jacket meeting him in the kitchen. Silent words were exchanged as they met each other’s eyes, walking in sync towards the elevator.

“Didn’t take you for a Dan’s person, pretty boy.”

He blushed at the nickname, she rarely used it. “I-i just thought you could use a bit of respite is all.”

“We both could.” She giggled, nudging him with her shoulder. “You barely read your book on the way home and you couldn’t concentrate on your files, is everything okay?

She didn’t want to push him into talking to her, he would talk when he felt comfortable. However, his silence after her question and his eyes trained on the pavement made her nervous.

“N-not that you have to tell me! I just worry about you.”

His head snaps up. He meets her eyes with a slight smile.

“All I know is that I’m okay when I’m with you.”

After nursing a few drinks between them, despite both of them knowing they were lightweights, they stumbled out of Dan’s and into a cool January night. Pressed up against a streetlight, she grabbed onto the lapels of his suit jacket.

They’d spent the night talking about the case. How much she saw herself in the kids that were abducted. How he felt as though he had let everyone down. Her heart broke at his vulnerability.

Their noses were so close, she could feel his hot breath fan across her face; the smell of whiskey and wine mixed together. On a cold, winter night, they were each other’s warmth. Taking him in under the dim, amber streetlight she traced his features as if it was the last time she would ever see him, ever hold him, ever be this close to him.

His hair was short yet long, he was growing it out. She liked it either way. She’d have him anyway just as long as he was hers.

His eyes bore into hers, occasionally flickering down to her lips, filled with the same yearning and desperation she felt herself filled with.

His lips. She watched as he swiped his tongue across them. Suddenly she was sixteen again at homecoming waiting for that first perfect kiss.

In his embrace, she felt whole. No feeling of loneliness nor was this just pure lust. That underlying promise of something more made her stomach sink. She tried to figure out what was going on in his head.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She laughed.

They pulled back from a moment, the intimacy of their embrace broken.

“Can I kiss you?”

She nodded.

Their lips connected and winter disappeared. It was sweet, his lips soft against hers. Her hand rested on the nape of his neck, his on her hips pulling her into him. Moving together, they were intoxicated by each other. She could now taste the whiskey on his tongue, each of her senses was consumed with Spencer. Just Spencer. Running her hands through his hair, she doesn’t want to let go.

Their lips parted, the cold breeze cut between them. Giddy smiles graced before their faces as he brushed her hair out of her face. A mutual understanding that they need each other, unspoken they know how much they do. She’d never needed someone as much as she needed him.

She tries to calm her breathing, her heart beating so fast it might burst out of her chest, as they walk wrapped in each other back to his apartment. His hand rests on her hip, rubbing small circles into it as they walk home. She had never seen him as brave as he was tonight.

Yet nervousness surrounded them both. They were so young, they knew so little but so much about the other.

She wanted everything.

“when i felt like an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favourite.”

The note he wrote all that time ago is tattered now and she toys with it. She’s kept all of the notes he’s passed her since her first day at the Bureau. She knew that he would profile her, it’s why he left the notes.

She knew that he understood that she sometimes needed a reason to smile, that he wanted to make her laugh and to make their working days just that little bit easier.

She wonders if he ever kept her responses.

The warmth of his cardigans that she used to wrap around herself when they queued up a new documentary on Netflix or when they watched an episode of Doctor Who together always reminded her of the warmth between them that first night they shared together.

Curling up further in her leather armchair, she tries to recall his touch. Trying to remember how his hands felt as they brushed her inner thighs, on the small of her back, or the place where she needed them most. She can’t remember where he used to hold her but she remembers how it made her feel.

Even on her worst days, the days were the grief, frustration and sadness were all too much, his embrace made her feel as though he was the sun; the centre to her universe and she was a whole galaxy of stars passing through. Old wounds healed and winter turned to spring in his arms.

But even that feeling has started to fade as his eyes no longer look at her as though she lightens up the night sky, now they just look through her.

It’s hard for her to pinpoint the exact moment things went wrong. Maybe they just left their rose-coloured glasses on for too long to avoid the reality that everything was collapsing around them.

The pain she held in heart, all the times she felt used or abandoned, became non-existent in his presence. The pure happiness he brought her she finds hard to describe; he reminded her of hot chocolate on an autumn night, but he also reminded her of the hot sun beating down on your back as you lie on the beach with nothing but the sound of gentle waves to keep you company.

She wonders if she ever brought him the same happiness he did for her?

It keeps her up at night. All the questions. What did she do right? What did she do wrong? Can it be fixed? But she reminds herself that it’s been months, if fate wanted them together she’d still be waking up on the other side of town to the smell of coffee and Beethoven.

“you drew stars around all my scars, but now i’m bleeding.”

The monitor flatlined, piercing through the silence of the blisteringly white, pristine hospital room.

She knew that she would lose him eventually. Just not like this.

This was her father - the one constant in her life since she lost her mother. He was her closest friend, confidant and companion. He taught everything she knows about life, love and good food. She needed more time. She was only young, she even believed their assumptions that she knew nothing and this was proof.

Finally, she allowed herself to weep. Hopeless tears rolled down her cheeks as Spencer wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. Her head pressed against where his heart lay in his chest. Even his heartbeat couldn’t calm her down.

Too weak to carry herself, the doctor’s words to her barely registered to her. All she knew was that it wasn’t painful, he didn’t suffer. Her father was finally at peace.

That provided her no comfort in that moment.

She can’t recall the week leading up to the funeral. Every day felt as though she was outside of herself, watching everything else happen. She felt numb, frozen in one place, and unable to move. People tackle grief in different ways, she knows the stages, yet she never felt herself go through any of them. She was completely and utterly disembodied by grief.

She listened to the kind words at the wake, at the funeral. She tried to remember them all but all she could think about was Spencer’s hand in hers. His gentle squeezes brought her back down to earth, out of the turmoil in her mind.

She thinks about how her Dad told him to take care of her. She remembers overhearing a conversation about blessings but she let that go a long time ago, they were too young for marriage her father would always joke.

She knew he was trying to be there for her as much as he could be, he couldn’t take time off of work to provide her with the support she needed. All he could do was call, check in as often as he could. The distance only made her heart shatter more and more. He didn’t urge her to talk about how she was feeling, he knew it would come in time but she all she wanted was that embrace. She wanted to feel his hands lightly trace her skin, the feeling alone mended the scars on her heart. But he wasn’t there.

“i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy.”

She didn’t blame him for not being there. Work was as demanding as ever, that was the excuse time and time again. Then again, they were both not ones for sharing their feelings - she knew that he agreed with her when it came to spilling their souls. Sometimes it felt as though they were burdening each other with the weight they both held on their shoulders. Despite all the instances where they told each other that they would be there for it all, they still held back.

She didn’t know how to trust him with it.

He didn’t know how to express how scared he really was.

Their love was reminiscent of first love; full of childlike wonder, hope, and open to the world and its seasons.

But everyone grows up. Everyone is faced with the reality of life. Things come to end, there is suffering and there is happiness - everyone, whether you believe it or not, is in the hands of fate.

She laughed at the thought of Spencer believing in fate, he was a man of science after all. She believed that it was fate that they met that day, that they fell in love. She always will but she wonders if it was fate that pulled them apart or just a set of cruel circumstances and their fears of vulnerability.

The loss of her father impacted her in ways she struggled to comprehend herself. Her heart started to come apart that day, the cracks starting to show.

She loved her father, she was grateful for all he did. Her mother passed when she was 7 and her father never faltered. He taught her all she needed to know about love, about who to love, and who to let go. She didn’t know who to be without him. She had so much more to share with him.

She needed Spencer there and he wasn’t. Somedays he was so quiet she wondered if he had left his or her apartment. He never made her a cup of tea when the jet landed late, he never left her any notes, he never touched her anymore.

She tried to convince herself that she had done all that she could to try and save the sinking ship that was their relationship; cooking his favourite meals, bookshop dates, movie dates, long walks whenever they could. She tried talking to him, to try and get him to tell her how he felt but he shut it down. She knew it was easy to point fingers and place the blame on him for the end of their relationship but it’s not that simple. Maybe she stopped paying attention to everything he said, maybe she was too closed off, maybe she missed the signs. Maybe she clung onto him too much or maybe she left him alone too often.

For now, the loss is too much. From her father to her love, it crushes her. Each glass of wine provides her with the liquid courage to press that call button. But each time she reaches for it, she retracts and her nerves kick in.

Letting go is easier said than done, but all she needs right at this very moment is his embrace. Maybe just one more glass. Maybe then she’d call and he’d come back to her.

#spencer reid #spencer #reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid/you #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: RWBY Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blake Belladonna/Weiss Schnee Characters: Blake Belladonna, Weiss Schnee Additional Tags: One Shot, Weiss Schnee Needs a Hug, Alternate Universe - College/University

Hey everyone! At the suggestion of my friend, @dedicatedseeker I decided I wanted to get back in the writing scene a bit and use Schnee Week as my entrance.

I know this technically doesn’t count as a multiship for day 3, but a little monos is always good. I also have some more content coming for later this week, so stay tuned! thanks for swinging by, as always.

I will post the fic under a cut as well, for those that don’t like to use AO3.

Schnee Week Day 3: Weiss Multiship

“Are you sure that you’re okay staying here over the winter break by yourself?” Blake asks, the tone of concern clear in her voice. “You can always come to my house for the holidays. My parents said they would love to have you.”

As Weiss looks up from her book, at her college dorm mate, she can see the sincerity in her expression.

“Thank you, Blake. And while the offer is greatly appreciated, I think I’d rather spend the time here. Get a head start on reading for next semester.”

After a few seconds of silence, Weiss refocuses her attention to Blake, who was now continuing to pack up her things for the next few weeks. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t want to spend a few days away from Blake, much less weeks. Since they had started college two years ago, they had been roommates, and best friends. And not that she’d ever admit it to anyone, but Weiss had always wished there had been more behind the occasional fleeting touch, or the small moments that the two of them had shared.

“Only if you’re sure.” Letting out a small sigh before answering, Weiss decides to give up on reading and closes her book.

“You know me, I’m always sure.” Standing up, Weiss leans against the bed frame. “And it’s important that you spend time with your family. Without me following you around all winter break.”

“You don’t follow me around. If anything, I’m the one that follows you. I only go to the library for study sessions because you go. Or to group lunches at the cafeteria. And I definitely only do tutoring once a week because you make me do it.” The look on Blake’s face shifting from sincere to unamused.

“Doubtful. You are a self motivated and respectable person. And not nearly as socially introverted as you would like to believe, Blake Belladonna. Now, it’s time for dinner, if you would like to go eat with me one last time before you leave in the morning.” If Weiss said she was happy to be eating dinner with Blake for the last time in a while, it would be a lie.

“Of course.” Blake smiles and the breath inside of her chest hitches before she grabs her bag and leads the way to the dining hall.

———

The following morning, Weiss tries to stay out of Blake’s way as she rushes back and forth across the dorm. Trying to make sure she doesn’t forget anything. She tries to ward off the impending loneliness by immersing herself in a textbook of business ethics.

“A-Alright. I think I’m ready to go.” Blake tosses her bag over her shoulder and turns to face Weiss one last time. “Last chance. You sure you don’t want to go with me?”

Yes. It’s all she can think as she looks at her. Yes, she wanted to go with her.

“I’m sure. Go.” Weiss brushes her hand in Blake’s direction, as if to shoo her out the door.

When Blake turns around and opens the door to leave, she stops in the doorway. Quickly, she turns back around and walks over to the edge of Weiss’ bed.

“Stand up. Please.” When all she gets in response is a quirked eyebrow and a look of hesitation, Blake rolls her eyes and motions with her hands. “Just get up.”

Begrudgingly, Weiss closes her book and sets it aside before swinging her legs off the edge of her bed and standing up, coming face to face with Blake. Well, she would if she were taller.

“And why am I standing?”

Without an audible answer, Blake wraps both of her arms around Weiss and pulls her into a tight hug. It takes a few seconds for the tension to fall from Weiss’ body before finally relaxing. She’s sure her heart is racing, and just hopes that Blake can’t feel it. But just as quickly as it began, the hug ends and Blake steps back and retreats to the door once again.

“Call me if you need anything. Or change your mind. Or just… anything, okay?”

“Blake, you’re going home for winter break, not going off to war. And you’ve stayed here with me and sacrificed enough of your break already. Everyone else went home a week ago.”

“I know, but-“

“No but, just go spend time with your family.”

Sighing one last time, as if in final defeat, Blake nods her head and pulls the backpack up onto her shoulder one more time. She turns and looks into the room and gives Weiss a small wave before pulling the door closed behind her.

———

The first few days were easy for Weiss to trick herself into believing weren’t bad. Like she was thoroughly enjoying the alone time. Having the dorm to herself was a nice change of pace. She was used to spending a majority of every day with another person, and now it was sudden silence. But after those few days, and all she had were texts from Blake and her other friends, Weiss was beginning to realize how deafening the silence was.

Christmas had come and gone. She had received gifts from home already. Most of them just impersonal things like gift cards or money. Which was fine, she expected nothing more of them. And she had thought nothing more of it, until she received a message from Blake.

~ hey, are you busy?

no, I’m not. something wrong?

~ oh, no. are you in the dorm?

yes. where else would I be?

~ I don’t know. you are a human, so you have to eat some time.

ha, ha. did you need something in particular, or just concerned as to whether or not I’ve eaten?

~ I do care whether or not you’re eating, but your Christmas present is at the campus post office and they close at five, so they need you to go pick it up. please.

fine. I’ll throw on something warm and go get it. I told you not to get me anything.

~ and clearly I don’t know how to listen.

The walk to the campus post office wasn’t too long. About ten minutes each way. But it was cold outside, since it was winter. So when Weiss arrives, only to find out there’s nothing waiting for her, she sends a scathing message back to Blake. Mostly reprimanding her for wasting her time, as well as making her go out into the cold. Mumbling short curses under her breath as she makes her way back through the dorm hallways, she rounds the corner of the last hall. Stopping short, she notices a light coming from beneath the door. And she remembered making sure to turn off the light before she left. Was someone in her room? No one else was still there from the floor. So if someone was in her room, who was it? Carefully, Weiss reaches out and twists the doorknob and pushes the door open, ready to either run or fight. But once she can see into the room, there’s no reason for either of those things.

“Oh hi. You walked back faster than I thought.” Blake is standing, tangled in a mess of Christmas lights, in the middle of the room. Some of the lights had been strung neatly along the railing of their beds, and had gotten progressively worse as they went along. “I knew you would walk back faster because you would be mad that I tricked you into going to pick up something that wasn’t there.”

“What exactly are you doing? And why are you here?” Weiss’ voice is softer than she expected as she looks at the lights and then back to Blake.

“Yeah um, I can explain.”

“Please do.” Crossing her arms over her chest, Weiss shifts her weight back onto one foot.

Blake opens her mouth to speak a few times, each time falling back as though she’s trying to find the right way to start. Eventually, she sighs heavily and when she looks up, Weiss can’t help but look back into amber eyes.

“Well. I wanted you to come with me.” As soon as she sees Weiss roll her eyes, Blake finds a little more resolve to keep going. “But you told me to go without you, so I did. And the entire time I’ve been gone, all I’ve done is think about you being here. I’ve wondered what book you’re taking notes from. If you’ve been putting enough marshmallows in your hot chocolate when it snows. I’ve been thinking a lot about how you didn’t want to come with me.”

In the brief pause, Weiss sees something in Blake’s eyes that normally isn’t there. Sadness? The thought of causing her sadness wasn’t something Weiss wanted to know if she could bare.

“I told you it was okay-“

“I want to stay with you.”

“Blake, what are you talking-“

“For the past two years, I’ve spent a lot of my time with you. Admiring from afar. Going to study sessions at the library, sitting through meals in the cafeteria dealing with Nora and Yang throwing food in our hair, helping tutor other students because it was something that I knew you enjoyed. And I didn’t know how to tell you what I felt without sacrificing our friendship.”

She’s pretty sure that her heart is beating in her throat and her arms and legs feel absolutely numb as she feels the blood rushing in her ears, as she listens to Blake keep talking.

“And I know that you didn’t want to go with me. But I want to stay here with you.” Blake fumbles with the lights that are wrapped around her arms and hands as Weiss takes a few steps closer to her. “I had wanted to put the lights up and surprise you and I had this whole speech planned about how I was going to tell you that I wanted to be more than what we are, friends.”

Without saying anything, Weiss reaches out and begins to untangle the lights from Blake’s arms, her hands shaking slightly. Letting them fall to the floor, piece by piece.

“But apparently, I’m not very good at hanging up lights. Nor am I very quick at it.” And when Blake looks down into her eyes and speaks softly, Weiss can feel her heart melt in her chest. Weiss reaches up to pull their foreheads to rest against one another, as Blake whispers into the small space between them. “Do you want to stay with me?”

“I would like that very much.”

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Debunking Edens Zero Misconceptions

With the recent announcement of the Edens Zero anime I keep seeing the same questions, confusions, and common misconceptions on absolutely every platform I go on. I thought it’d be helpful to compile them all in one place and try to clear up some things people genuinely seem to be confused about. With Edens Zero being the third work from Mashima, it’s subject to some... opinionated responses. I wanted to create a list of actual facts and information because it’s important for others to be able to learn about it without the individual biases of internet haters / supporters being involved.

If there are any questions you yourself have, or others that you’ve seen commonly asked or given incorrect responses to, feel free to leave a reply and I’ll try to update the list when I get the chance. Also, feel free to share this with anyone you know who might be confused or need clarification, the more factual information we can spread the better.

Lastly, I’ll be staying as spoiler free with this as possible, so if you’ve never seen Edens Zero, or are contemplating watching it, this won’t spoil anything plot wise whatsoever. If anything, I think it would be helpful to read this before getting into the series so you’ll be somewhat prepared for what you’ll see, but that’s up to you.

This is gonna be a monster of a post, so check it out under the cut below!

[Updated: Jan 20, 2021]

Just a tiny disclaimer: I’m not going to be answering questions such as “is this as good as Fairy Tail?” or “is the story writing better than Fairy Tail’s?” because that is extremely subjective. I can make a post similar to this one about my feelings about the series in response to questions like that if anyone is interested, but at least here, I’m aiming to be as factual as possible.

Why does this look like Fairy Tail?

I’ll be honest, it was hard to choose a first question to start this out with. But I believe that this is the best possible place to start.

The reason that Edens Zero looks similar to Fairy Tail (in terms of art style) is because the authors of both series’ are the same guy: Hiro Mashima. Just by looking at Edens Zero, there are notable similarities stylistically and character design wise in relation to some of his older works. So that’s where that familiar feeling is coming from when you look at Edens Zero.

Why are some of the characters in Edens Zero the same as characters in Fairy Tail?

Short answer: They’re not.

Long answer: There are characters in Edens Zero that are specifically designed to resemble characters from Fairy Tail. It’s not coincidence, or even a lack of creativity. Mashima would like people to be able to make connections and draw similarities between the characters of all his works. That being said, he makes sure to include differences between them so that his audience knows they are not the same characters.

If you’re concerned about the personalities of the characters in Edens Zero closely relating to those of Fairy Tail characters, then the series has already given us little to no need to worry. Where a character may fall short of a completely unique design, they often make up for it with their distinct personality and their backstory. A character that has a striking resemblance to one you already know might be an entirely different person in Edens Zero.

So when you look at the protagonists of the series, and they remind you of some familiar faces, those familiar faces are exactly who Mashima wants you to think about. But that isn’t to say they are mere “clones” of the people who came before them. And that goes for more than just the protagonists actually, but they’re the most notable similarities early on.

Is the Happy in Edens Zero the same Happy as the one in Fairy Tail?

No, the Happy in Edens Zero is NOT the same Happy as the one in Fairy Tail. Yes they have the same name and similar designs, but they are different people (cats?) with different backstories and different companions.

Why is Happy even in Edens Zero?

He’s the companion character. Mashima dabbled with making him a different species, but ended up settling on a classic fan favorite design. He sees Happy sort of like his mascot, since he has now represented both Fairy Tail and Edens Zero.

If you look closely, there are other non human characters who pop up from Fairy Tail, as well as Mashima’s eldest animated series, Rave Master.

Does Edens Zero happen in the same universe as Fairy Tail? Alternate universe? (Fairy Tail in space? Fairy Tail in the future?)

The Fairy Tail and Edens Zero universes are completely separate. Edens Zero is not a Fairy Tail time skip, nor are any of the characters in any way related to Fairy Tail characters. (If me hinting at it wasn’t enough: Eden’s Zero is not Fairy Tail Next Generation)

Alas, that would mean that the male protagonist is not the secret love child of Natsu and Gray, but you’re free to write as much fanfiction about that as you like!

Is Edens Zero a continuation/spin-off/reboot/sequel to Fairy Tail?

Edens Zero is a fully original work, unrelated to the story of Fairy Tail. (Does it feel like the millionth time I’ve said that, because it should). So no, it’s not a continuation. Edens Zero also doesn’t qualify to be a spin off because it’s not a subset of Fairy Tail; it isn’t the Fairy Tail story or world twisted / changed in any way because Edens Zero is a standalone piece.

It also stands to reason that based on everything I’ve already said, it isn’t a Fairy Tail reboot either. Edens Zero will take you on a completely different story, because the two series’ aren’t linked. And finally, no, Edens Zero is not a sequel to Fairy Tail because guess what? Fairy Tail actually has a canon sequel! It’s a biweekly manga series that goes by the name ‘Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest’. So logically, Edens Zero can’t be a Fairy Tail sequel when one already exists.

(Also, per the dictionary definition of the word “ripoff” – an act or instance of stealing off of another – Edens Zero doesn’t qualify. You can’t really steal something you already own.)

End Note:

Edens Zero is the third work from Hiro Mashima getting an anime, and it’s understandable that there’s a lot of confusion around it. Especially after the PV dropped and it was clear that the art style was very similar. And not to mention everyone losing their minds when they saw Happy in this strange new world. All of a sudden it raises these questions and there isn’t really a definitive place to get answers.

At this point I’m sure I sound like a broken record. But I’ll repeat these things as many times as needed to clear up the misconceptions and misinformation being spread around. As new people get introduced to Edens Zero, they will likely be asking these same questions for years to come. So I found it useful to just try and catch the problem now while it’s still new.

If the day ever does come where Mashima tells us it was all a hoax, everything was a lie, and he was playing us like an instrument the entire time... then I’ll be sure to update this.

Again, there are probably plenty of questions that I never touched on so feel free to comment anything else you or others need clarification on! I was doing some research for this and wow, Google really isn’t spoiler free, is it? Which is obvious, because it’s just a machine, but I hate that even if someone wants more information on something, looking it up is out of the question because that would give them spoilers about some pretty crucial plot details. That makes me feel awful, as a person who absolutely hates spoilers. So I want this to be a compact, spoiler free, factually based post about a lot of the common questions in the Edens Zero fandom.

Thanks for reading!!

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Labelling Love | Part 3 (Collab)

Summary: Meeting you changed the way Eunwoo viewed romance and love entirely.

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x female reader

Genre: university au / romance / fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Welcome to the second series in the monthly Love In Fours Ways collab with @jackiejacks923 @noona-clock & @this-song-thats-only-for-you . In the final week of each month during this collab, we’ll be each sharing a mini-series using 4 of the pictures/concepts illustrated in the book that inspired our series that I’ve credited below.

Credit to: Puuung - Love Is In The Small Things // #76 , #60 , #4 , #33

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 // Collab Masterlist

Part 3 - Stopping In An Alley To Tell Her You Love Her

It felt like a distant memory now that months had travelled between you. The first semester came and went, and you both rejoiced passing your exam period with relatively decent scores. Especially considering the hairy beginning to the paper Eunwoo took with you.

“I’m impressed you stared more at your exam paper than at me,” you teased when you finished checking your scores online in your dorm room.

Rolling his eyes, Eunwoo playfully tapped you on the nose. “Some things are more important to focus on.”

“Like your girlfriend?” you prompted and Eunwoo couldn’t stop his lips from spreading into a smile.

“I finished seventeen minutes before you.”

“You watched me all that time?!” you guessed and Eunwoo shrugged before pulling you up from your seat. “What are we doing?”

“We have two whole weeks before our next semester starts. What do you think we’re doing?”

“I swear if you say going to the library or-”

Eunwoo cut you off with a chaste kiss before sending you a dazzling smile. “Pack your bags.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m going home for the holidays. Don’t you want to come with me?”

“And meet your parents?!” you squeaked out, heading over to your wardrobe anyway. Eunwoo slumped down onto your bed and watched as you turned frazzled. You shot him a helpless expression. “I don’t know if I can come.”

“Why not? Who am I meant to stare at whilst I’m away then?”

“Don’t!” you whined outlandishly and stomped your foot. “This is serious! You can’t just spring it on me that we’re going to meet your parents, Eunwoo!”

“Why not? You didn’t tell me I was meeting your mother until you introduced her as that when I joined you for brunch last month.”

“That wasn’t exactly planned, you know.”

“Nor is this. I just don’t want to say goodbye to you now so come with me instead,” he pleaded and you sighed heavily, sweeping your hair up into a messy ponytail before stepping over to him and leaned in for another kiss. Eunwoo gave you three extras for encouragement and you finally nodded.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

He grinned, getting up to help you with the packing. Admittedly he was meant to be going home by himself. However, the idea of leaving you made his chest ache more than logic could reason. Over the months, Eunwoo found himself giving in to the irrational side more often. It was tiring to try and understand how you made him feel as your relationship progressed. In some ways, he knew he was falling in love. But Eunwoo couldn’t figure where the falling had started.

He sometimes mused over the novel idea that it had happened when he first met you.

Still, it was easier not to question himself anymore and just enjoy experiencing each moment.

Which was what he had done for the entire trip home.

Of course, his parents had gushed over your impromptu appearance. Although they knew he had been dating someone this semester, Eunwoo hadn’t gone into great depths over the phone just how serious he felt about you. Again, because he didn’t know what to describe it as.

Now that you were in his childhood house and surrounded by his family, however, Eunwoo realised this was a first for him. He’d never brought someone special home for the holidays, or for any real occasion.

Something his mother hadn’t let him forget about ever since your arrival. “You know, Y/N, this is the best gift my son has ever given me. I’m so happy you’re here with us these holidays.”

“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” you mentioned with a glance in Eunwoo’s direction. “Thank you for welcoming me into your home at such short notice.”

“Nonsense! You are welcome here any time!”

“We’ll go get the ingredients from the store you asked me to get earlier,” he told his mother before dragging you to the front door.

“Why did you bring me with you?”

Eunwoo cleared his throat awkwardly. “I realised it might not be a good idea to leave you two alone together.”

“Why?”

“I found her searching for the photo albums,” he mentioned with a scowl as you both walked down the tiny street-way towards the main shopping area.

You giggled as you watched your footing on the light dusting of snow covering the footpath. You then shot him a wicked grin. “I’ll have to ask to see them before I leave!”

“I knew my honesty would be a curse some time in my life,” he grumbled as you giggled further.

Eunwoo stopped walking then, staring at your animated expression. Your breath was visible in the colder temperature, and your face barely peeked out between a scarf and beanie. Your cheeks were flushed from the sting of the wintry air and your amusement.

He couldn’t get enough of this look.

However, you grew intrigued, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Eunwoo, what are you thinking about right now?”

“Do we need to get spring onions?” he asked jarringly, blinking out of his thoughts and walking off again.

“Are you okay?” you asked, catching up and slipping your gloved hand into his. “You’re being weird.”

“Shouldn’t you be used to that now? I’m constantly weird when it comes to you.”

“Romantic,” you reminded and nuzzled into his side further.

“We better get these groceries before another snow flurry hits,” he excused, hurrying down the path to the market.

His unease continued for the rest of the trip. Maybe it was the nostalgia of the area and having you fit so easily into the places he had frequented as a child. That was all he could think of as you managed to purchase all that his mother had written down on the list to fetch.

Actually, that was a lie.

A growing need to speak his mind was washing over him. It was bubbling right under the surface as you walked back to his family home with a bag of groceries in both hands each. Every small glance you gave him accompanied with a delighted smile brought the emotion further to the forefront until he was certain he would never be this sure about anything ever again.

“I love you,” he blurted out when you walked down the alleyway towards his street again, and you stumbled to a stop, losing some of your balance given the snow on the ground. Eunwoo lurched towards you to save you from falling, both of you ending up pressed against a brick wall.

Soul searching once he caught your stunned stare, Eunwoo smiled softly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“So suddenly?” you breathed, blinking slowly.

Eunwoo chuckled. “No, I think it’s been for some time.”

“Why would you throw this on me when my hands are full?” you wondered distractedly, glancing at the bags you held. Eunwoo reached out for them, taking them with his own.

And then he leaned in closer. “I love you.”

“Goodness I heard you the first time,” you mentioned, still struggling with coherency. “You need to give me a chance to restart my heart after such a confession!”

Instead, he leaned in and brushed his lips over yours, catching the tail end of your surprise over the confession. Your answer was delivered through the earnest kiss you gave him.

When he finally lifted his head away from yours to suck in a deep breath, you cupped his jaw in both of your hands and smiled tenderly. “I love you too.”

“Tell me again.”

“Why, because you told me multiple times too?” you wondered with a laugh. Shaking your head you pecked his lips first. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“Good.”

“Good?” you echoed and Eunwoo nodded.

“My mother was right. This year is the best present I’ve been able to give her. And to myself as well.”

“And you say you’re not romantic at all,” you mumbled before placing your hands upon his chest. “I agree though. I was worried about university back when the first school year began. Meeting you was the best thing that happened to me.”

“Not the A you got for your overall grade?” he offered and you slapped his padded jacket front bitterly.

“That was an A-minus.”

“What am I then?” he wondered and you sighed.

“My A-plus for this semester.”

“And for next semester?”

“I can’t grade you ahead of time,” you admittedly sincerely and Eunwoo leaned in to kiss you again.

“But I love you.”

“Maybe you’re going to get an A-plus next semester too,” you agreed with a laugh, gesturing for him to follow you back to his home.

Eunwoo was glad he could finally label something with certainty when it came to you now.

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marauders-venting · 3 years

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Saturn

pairing: wolfstar (remus x sirius)

genre: fluff & angst. but mostly angst

warnings: implied suic*de, d*pression and child ab*se. lots of mentions of de*th.

words: 2180

note: based on the song Saturn by Sleeping At Last

a/n: bold of you to assume i didn’t cry while writing this

You taught me the courage of stars before you left

Remus was thinking. He hated thinking. But he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t get his brain to shut up, so he thought anyway. He was thinking about Sirius. As always. About Hogwarts, when they were young and carefree and happy. When they snuck around the castle at night, planting pranks in unsuspecting places for unsuspecting people. But even those days hadn’t been entirely carefree. The war was raging beyond the walls but there were conflicts within them too. Sirius had his family to worry about. Remus had the moon. He remembered the night before one full moon where he had completely lost it. He didn’t want to be a werewolf anymore; he was so tired, so fucking done with this shit. Except he wasn’t. He would never be done. Death was his only release. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He remembered talking to Sirius about it. He remembered exactly how the conversation had gone.

“I’m… I’m scared, Pads,” he had said, looking down at his hands, not wanting to meet Sirius’ eyes out of shame. “I’m scared. I don’t want… I hate this. All of it. I hate the fucking moon. I hate that it scares me every time I see it. I hate that I have to do this every single fucking month. God, I’m just so tired, Pads. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Sirius opened his mouth to speak but Remus put up a hand to stop him.

“And I know I’m a coward. I don’t know what the fuck the Sorting Hat was thinking, putting me in Gryffindor but—”

“Remus, you are not a coward,” Sirius said, covering Remus’ hand with his own. “You are the bravest person I know.” Remus snorts. “I’m not kidding, Remus, and I’m not exaggerating. You really are. Fear is human. Do you think I’m not completely terrified every time I go home for the holidays? Do you think I don’t get scared every time a letter comes for me in the post? Being brave doesn’t mean never being afraid. It means knowing how to face your fear without letting it control you, without letting it run your life.”

“But I’ve done this a million times and every single time I still get scared. That’s not bravery, Sirius.”

“Yes, it is Remus. Did you just hear yourself? You’ve done this a million times. Every single month you face your worst fear. But you're still sane. You're still here. You still have friends and a boyfriend and hobbies. You still learn, you still have passion. You have a life, Remus, despite everything. That is bravery, that is courage. And if you still can’t see why the Sorting Hat put you in Gryffindor then I sure as shit know why it didn’t put you in Ravenclaw.”

Remus remembered laughing. He wasn’t laughing now, though. He hadn’t laughed in weeks. Months maybe. He’d lost track. He was crying. He hated crying. But he couldn’t stop it, couldn’t stop the tears flowing steadily down his cheeks, the raspy breaths hacked with despair. Because it was Sirius who had taught him courage and bravery. And now Sirius was gone. And Remus couldn’t find the courage that he needed to keep going. Not without thinking about Sirius. But thinking about Sirius these days was a never-ending pit of tears, pain and hopelessness.

How life carries on endlessly, even after death

Remus could feel Sirius’ presence in the room. He couldn’t explain how or why but he could. He heard his laughter echoing through the walls, bring joy wherever he went; he felt Sirius’ lips ghosting his, causing a spark to ignite inside his chest; he saw Sirius’ face, his gorgeous face with his sharp jawline, piercing grey eyes delicately painted with eyeliner, soft lips curled into an effortless smirk; hair ruffled by the wind but somehow still looking flawless.

Sirius was everywhere. Even after death, Sirius lived on. And Remus carried him everywhere he went. Sirius’ reign over him was endless. No matter how far apart they were, no matter what had transpired between them the last time they had seen each other, Sirius would always occupy all the corners of Remus’ mind.

There was a time where Remus would’ve said that he wouldn’t have had it any other way. But now he wished it would stop; he could never separate his memories of Sirius. He couldn’t think of the happy moment they shared, moments of laughter and smiles and soft kisses and fiery kisses and electric caresses of each other's bare skin, without thinking about death.

It’s ironic, Remus thought, that Death could tear two people apart, sever bonds and connections, with one clean, sharp cut. And yet the memories always seemed to remain a jumbled mess.

Remus remembered the night it happened (he couldn’t very well forget it when it crept up on him at night and haunted his dreams, could he?). Sirius falling through the veil, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face. Remus thought that their eyes had connected at that last moment. That Sirius’ piercing grey eyes were staring into his own, telling him something. Something Remus had been longing to hear Sirius say since the moment they had been reunited two years previously. But he knew he had imagined it. Death had torn Sirius and Remus apart.

But even Death could not get rid of Remus’ memories. Not of the good memories of better times, nor the bad memories that made Remus want to crawl under the sheets and cry until he drowned in tears. That was Remus’ life now. A collection of memories.

Remus wondered how it was that when it came to thoughts, the bad always triumphed over the good. Just the opposite of what was told in fantasy stories. He wondered if that’s what would happen in the war. If all their efforts would amount to nothing. If everything he had been fighting for since he was seventeen, everything that his friends had died for, would end with darkness and gloom.

Remus would say that he hoped that wouldn’t happen but he was beyond hope. Hope was something that people clung to when there was nothing else left. And it always left them worse off than they had started. Remus had learned this the hard way. But he refused to fall into the trap again. He was done. Done with hope, done with wishing, done with longing. He was done with life. Well, not quite yet. But the wait wouldn’t be long now. He had lost all will to live.

With shortness of breath, you explained the infinite. How rare and beautiful it is to even exist.

There was one memory that stood out to Remus more than the others. A night where Sirius had made Remus believe if just for a second, something that Remus had never even thought to consider. The night after Sirius saw Remus transform for the first time.

“How can you even stand to be around me?” Remus asked, not meeting Sirius’ eye. “You’ve seen what I am, Sirius, you know I’m a monster. Why are you still here? Why are you still talking to me?”

“Remus,” Sirius said, taking Remus’ hand. “You are not a monster. And no matter what I see, no matter what I hear, nothing is going to change my mind. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’ve known you’re a werewolf for years, Remus. I don’t see why this should change anything.”

“Knowing something is happening and seeing it with your own eyes isn’t the same thing,” Remus mumbled.

“You’re right, it isn’t,” Sirius said. “Until tonight I never understood how much pain you go through. I knew you were strong but I never knew just how much. If anything, this has only made me love you and admire you more. Which I didn’t think was possible.” Sirius smiled at him but the tears in Remus’ eyes still threatened to spill.

“What is it?” Sirius asked, placing his hand under Remus’ chin and gently tilting his head towards Sirius. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, kissing Remus’ temple.

“I just—” Remus started, his voice shaky. “I just don’t understand why you would want to date a… a hideous beast.” And there go the tears.

“Remus, listen to me,” Sirius said, wiping the tears off of Remus’ cheeks. “You are not a beast. And you are not a monster. Okay? You’re not. You have a condition and it does not define you. You are so much more than a werewolf. I promise you.”

“What am I then?” Remus asked.

“You’re my boyfriend,” Sirius said, without a moment’s hesitation. “And you’re James and Peter’s friend. And Lily’s and Mary’s and Marlene, Dorcas and Alice. You’re a student. You’re a wizard. You’re a nerd. And you’re you, Remus. That’s the most important one. You are so much more than your lycanthropy. And you’re not hideous either. God, I can’t believe I even have to say that. You’re so beautiful, Remus. Anyone with eyes can see it. You’re so beautiful.” Sirius’ hand gently grazed Remus’ cheek and Remus couldn’t resist the urge. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Sirius’, his fingers tangling Sirius’ hair as Sirius’ hands slid from Remus’ cheek to his neck. Remus kissed Sirius harder, with passion. He doesn’t ever want to leave Sirius’ arms. And even when they break apart, Sirius doesn’t move his hands.

“And Remus?” Sirius says, breathlessly. That brings a smile to Remus’ face.

“Yeah?”

“The fact that you push through, the fact that you carry on despite everything that you’ve gone through, that in itself is both so rare and so beautiful. You’re a miracle, Remus. Your existence in itself is a beautiful thing. You do believe me, don’t you? You know I would never lie to you.”

“Yeah, I know,” Remus says, smiling at Sirius.

“So you believe me?”

“I believe you. Thank you, Sirius,” Remus says. Sirius kisses his forehead gently.

“Of course. And I’ll always be here to remind you.”

I couldn’t help but ask you to say it all again. I tried to write it down, but I could never find a pen. I’d give anything to hear you say it one more time, that the universe was made just to be seen by my eyes.

But Sirius was wrong. He wasn’t here. He was gone. Death had forced Remus out of Sirius’ arms. And Remus wishes that he could hear Sirius say those words again. Just one more time. He wishes that he could hear Sirius telling him how much Remus means to him and how important Remus is. Because only when Sirius said those things could Remus truly believe them.

Once, in their first year at Hogwarts, when Remus and Sirius were doing Astronomy homework together, Sirius had complained that he was bored.

“How could you possibly be bored?” Remus had asked. “We’re observing the universe. It’s fascinating.” Six years later, when Remus was studying for his Astronomy N.E.W.T, Sirius came out onto the Astronomy Tower and brought him a cup of tea.

“It’s really late,” Sirius said. “Are you still studying?”

“Not really studying so much anymore,” Remus had said, taking a sip of tea. “Just… watching.”

“You know, it kind of feels like the whole universe was created just for you. Just so you could watch it and study it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it. We only take up a teeny, tiny fraction of the universe. The rest of it is just out there, being learnt about. And you’d be hard-pressed to find anyone who loves astronomy as much as you do. So it’s kind of like the whole universe was made just for your pretty eyes.” Remus laughs.

“That makes it sound like the whole world revolves around me,” he said, putting his arm around Sirius. Sirius shrugged.

“It does,” he said. Remus raised his eyebrows at him. “Well, at least, my world does. You are the center of my universe, Remus Lupin.”

When Remus was younger, he would write poetry. He would express his feelings with words scribbled on a page. It was easier for him than saying what he felt and thought aloud. He remembered trying to write a poem about it once. About what Sirius had said to him that night on top of the Astronomy Tower. But nothing sounded right. He could never capture Sirius’ essence in the poems. The words on the page never properly reflected the way Sirius spoke them. Because it wasn’t just the words he said that mattered. It was his voice, the earnest look on his face, urging Remus to believe him, to trust him. And Remus did. Every time. And now that Sirius was gone, Remus needed that more than ever. He would give anything in the world to hear Sirius say it again. For Sirius to have said three simple words to him before he died. I love you.

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dokoni-mo · 4 years

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Back Again, Together || Darth Vader x Reader (Chapter 3)

(A/N: I didn’t expect to get this out so quickly, but I started it this morning and it just wrote itself!! It also has become one of my fav pieces of writing that i’ve done :)) as always, tags open, asks open, and important links below. Enjoy!)

Masterlist Link (Link to first part of this story) : [x]

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WARNINGS: cursing, a tiny amount of violence, some angst, a tiny mention of death, otherwise none!

Key: (F/N) = first name

Word Count: ~4300 (i think)

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The feeling that crept across your skin was both fiery hot and icy cold at the same time.

You were absolutely speechless. All you could do was stare dumbly at Rey as you processed her words.

Emperor Palpatine has returned.

You finally made a move, dropping your gaze down to the hand that was intertwined with your love’s. The crown of your head started to ache as your mind started to spiral. It felt as if the rest of the galaxy around you was fading away into nothing, and your body weight was dissolving into nothing.

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

You could hear your breath become heavier and heavier.

All other noises faded away into a dull white noise.

How could it be possible?

How could the universe be so cruel?

After everything you had been through.

After all those years of slavery, you-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar, deep voice that came from nowhere but everywhere at once.

“Darling.”

Who was that?

Everything was so confusing.

You were lost.

Your eyes were searching the fuzzy view of the floor below you for something, anything to make sense of it all.

You felt a pang of surprise when that anything came not from your eyes, but from your hand. It came in the form of a tight, firm squeeze, and made your gaze snap over to it.

The reminder of where you were came at you like a metric ton of bricks.

Your soft, small hand was intertwined with a much larger and stronger one.

His hand.

Your lips parted at this revelation.

Him.

How were you so cruel as to forget about him?

Your eyes shooting up, you were quickly met with the gaze of his mask, the sound of his steady breath slowly bringing you back to reality. Even though his real face was obscured, you could feel his concern. Concern for you.

You felt so selfish.

How could you? How could you be so selfish as to fade away by yourself just then and forget about him?

He was the one who suffered the most.

He was the one who was a slave to that man for so many years.

He was the one who lost everything.

He was the one who killed him.

How could he be back?

It couldn’t be possible...

You felt tears threaten to brim your eyes, but you resisted them.

No.

You couldn’t waste any time on yourself.

You had to be strong.

For him.

He must be in far more disbelief and shock than you. You didn’t need him to display it for you to know You could feel it in your bones. He thought it was over. He thought he would never have to relive any of the nightmares he had. Never in a million years did you nor him think that Palpatine could still be alive. It had to be a lie.

It just had to be.

A filthy, rotten, lie.

Gazing into the eyes of your love’s mask, you felt another wash come over you, one you hadn’t felt in so long, and wasn’t sure that you even had in you anymore.

Pure, unbridled, anger.

You turned your head to Rey without even commanding it to. She looked troubled, nervous even.

This only added to the flames that were building inside of you.

How dare she.

How dare she come into your home and tell him these awful things.

You felt your blood begin to boil as you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Get out.”

A flash of confusion went over Rey’s face.

You clenched your jaw, your fingers beginning to twitch.

“I’m… I’m sorry?” Rey said, her voice breathy.

That was fucking it.

Unwrapping your hand from Vader’s, you stood up so fast that your chair was knocked over, the sound of the wood hitting the floor making Rey jump.

“I said GET OUT!” you almost screamed, pointing your arm strongly over to the door.

Rey looked up at you with stiff shoulders, her eyes wide and her voice raised to better match your own.

“P-Please! Just let me explain, i-”

“I don’t give a FUCK what you have to say!” You yelled, cutting her off. Your vision filling with red, you reached down to the table below you, picking up one of your tools. Your body going into autopilot, you lurched your arm backwards, getting ready to throw it at the brunette intruder. You didn’t care about the way she lifted her arms to shield herself.

“Get the FUCK out-” you continued on. You were ready to throw the tool, but were quickly stopped before you could. You were quite frustrated at first, but it soon faded away as you recognized the touch.

Your love.

Your gaze moving from Rey up to the figure next to you, your eyes confirmed your suspicions. Vader had stood up from his chair and held onto your arm, preventing you from throwing the tool at Rey. Feeling no metal against her arms, Rey lowered her limbs, looking up at you and your love with parted lips.

Gazing into the mask of your lover, you felt your anger and frustration slowly start to dissipate. Your chest rose and fell in heavy breaths as Vee helped your arms to lower into a resting position, and continued to do so as he took the tool out of your hand and placed it back on the table. Your head was hung, but was slowly lifted up by the feeling of one of his large, gloved hands on your face. Lifting up your hand to rest on his, the two of you gazed at one another for a short moment before he spoke.

“Let us hear what she has to say, dear.” he said.

You felt a sense of calm wash over you at his words. Your cheeks dusting a light pink, you realized that you may have embarrassed yourself a little.

But, you were quite grateful that he was there to bring you back to reality.

You loved him so much…

Nodding your head in agreement, Rey watched in silence and disbelief as Vader leaned down to pick up your chair for you, pushing you back to the table when you sat down. He soon followed suit and took your hand again, leaving Rey temporarily speechless.

Was this the same Darth Vader that she had heard so many stories about?

He was so…

Gentle.

Rey couldn’t believe it.

Realizing she had to say something, Rey cleared her throat before speaking, her tone soothing and calm.

“I, umm… I’m sorry. I should have broken the news more gently.” she said.

Your lips tightened into a line at her words as you dropped your gaze briefly. It was you who should be sorry.

“No, it’s okay.” you said, your voice much more quiet than before, “I’m the one who should apologize. I-I just…”

You were grateful that Vee was able to finish your sentence for you as you trailed off.

“We do not care for being reminded of that time.”

Shooting a glance up at your love, you felt his thumb rub the back of your knuckles as you squeezed his hand.

You had to stay strong for him.

No more messing up.

“I understand, it’s okay.” Rey said in response, a small, sympathetic smile painting her face.

“Would you care to explain yourself now, Miss..?” Vee continued, tilting his armored head to the side.

Rey’s smile faded as her eyes widened slightly. She realized she never introduced herself to Lord Vader.

“Rey, umm, sir.” she said, not knowing how else to address your love, “My name’s Rey.”

The silence she got from Vader told her that she need to start explaining. Searching her mind for a moment, she decided on where to begin.

From the beginning.

Shifting in her chair, Rey leaned her elbows on the table as she begun.

“After the fall of the Empire, there were still many people who were loyal to it and wanted it to still be in place. Eventually, these people came together and formed the First Order. They’re basically a repeat of the Empire… although this time more dead-set on galactic domination.”

“I’m assuming the Resistance or whatever are the people trying to stop them?” you asked in the break of her words.

“Yes, they are.” she said, “And we’ve been trying to for years now. We’ve had many victories, but we’re at sort of a stand-still right now. About a week ago, the entire Resistance was trapped, and we were looking death in the face. Kylo Ren… he was about to slaughter us all. But, Luke saved us. He saved us all. He sacrificed himself to save our lives…”

Rey looked to Vader as she continued.

“He trained me, made me who I am today… He was a good man, sir. You should be very proud.”

Vader gave her a nod in response, and only you could feel how he squeezed your hand.

“You mentioned someone,” you responded, “Kylo Ren… who is he?”

“He’s the current Supreme Leader of the First Order…” Rey said before she trailed off, her gaze dropping as she searched for the right words.

“Leia… Kylo Ren is her son.”

Your lips parted in shock. You were…

Grandparents?

You wanted to be angry again, but you couldn’t. You looked to Vee, and he met your gaze.

You could tell he felt the same way as you.

Happy.

Grandparents…

You never thought you would see the day.

“Looks like we’re older than we thought, Vee.” you breathed out, a smile enveloping your features as a rumble of approval escaped his chest.

Rey licked her lips before continuing, “But that’s why I’m here. Luke, Leia, Me, Han Solo, all of us have tried to bring Kylo Ren home… but we’ve all failed. He’s far too blind for his own good.”

“What makes you think we’re the ones to do it?” you asked, “And how does this relate to the Emperor?”

“We’ve recently gained intel from one of our spies that the Emperor has been pulling the strings this whole time. He’s the one that has muddled with Kylo’s mind. Leia, she… she needs you. Both of you. She’s the one who sent me. You both know what it’s like to be controlled like that. You both know how to stop the Emperor… And she needs you.”

Rey paused for a moment as she looked from you to your love over and over again.

“The two of you are our only hope.”

~~~

“There’s no way we can do this.”

You felt bad for being so blunt, but knew it was the only way you were going to get the message across to Vee.

You had dragged him into your shared bedroom for a moment of privacy as the two of you talked, leaving Rey by herself in the room next over. You were stood by the end of the bed, your arms folded across your chest as you looked up at your love.

You knew you were firm on your position, and you knew he would be just as stubborn.

“What do you mean?” He asked you, tilting his head to the side.

“Did you hear what she said, Vee?” you responded, “Facing the Emperor again? You’re in no condition to do that type of fighting again, and if you’re not going then I’m sure as hell not.”

“I am more than prepared for the task at hand.” he said flatly, his gaze locked on you.

You sighed, “No, you’re not, Vee. I still haven’t completed all the upgrades to your suit, and you’re still injured from your first encounter. We can’t-”

“I am in a good enough state to press on, darling. I have done this before without your upgrades. I am confident we can do this together.”

“Anakin, do you really want to go back there?” you asked softly, the usage of his real name signaling that you meant business, “To all of that.”

“Yes, I am sure.”

“How? Ani, we both suffered because of that man, you so more than me. We have a good life here. Our fight is over. We did so much… we can choose to rest. We can choose to just live out the rest of our days. Don’t you want that? With me?”

Vader reached down and took your hands in his as he spoke.

You felt like crying.

“More than anything, darling.”

“Then let’s stay.” You pleaded with him, “Forget the First Organization or whatever, forget the Rebellion. We’ve done all we could.”

“(F/N),” he said, “I can not ignore a cry for help from Leia. She needs me. We told her long ago that we will be here if she does. We can not back out now.”

“Vee…”

“(F/N), this may be the only chance I get to be there for her. I do not want the last memory she has of me to be… to be Alderaan.”

You bit your lip and glanced down.

He was right, but…

“Ani, it’s so dangerous to go off of this planet. We’ve been hidden for years and he might sense our movement. What if we just cause more trouble? I don’t want Leia or anyone to die because of us.”

“More people will die if we do nothing, darling…”

Ani moved his hands from around your own up to your face, cradling it in his gloved palms as he continued.

“This is our only chance to be the parents we never were for them. You are just as much as their mother as I am their father, even if you did not birth them. Leia needs us there. And by doing this… We will carry out Luke’s dream. We could bring real peace to the galaxy. I wish for Leia to live in such a place. I wish for our grandson to do the same…”

His thumb caressed your cheek.

“And I wish for the same for you.”

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes as you searched the face of his mask, lifting up your hands to rest atop his own.

Your voice came out strained from the lump forming in your throat.

“I-I just…” you choked out, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I just wanted you to be able to rest…”

You couldn’t stop the flow of tears as he responded.

“I will not be able to unless he is destroyed, darling. And I know you shall be the same.”

Throwing yourself into his arms, you did your best to hide your cries in his armored shoulder as you hugged him tight, your small arms unable to wrap fully around his large frame. His arms, however, were able to wrap around yours with ease, his large hand rubbing small, comforting circles into your back.

You loved him.

You loved him so very much.

You loved him more than the air you breathed.

You loved him more than life itself.

So, if this is what he truly wanted…

You would follow him.

Without question.

Pulling away from him once your tears had dissipated, you reached up your hands as you stood on your tip-toes, pulling his head down to touch your forehead to his armored one. His hands placed on your sides, you placed your own on the expanse of his broad shoulders, holding him there for a moment of silence, your breathing slowing to match is own.

“How are you so sure we can beat him?” you whispered.

You felt his thumbs rub circles on your hip bones.

“When I am with you, my dear, I can do anything.”

~~~

Rey shot her gaze up to the pair of you as soon as she heard the bedroom door click open, her eyes wide and hopeful. Her gaze followed the pair of you step closer to her, making her rise out of her seat. She could feel the anticipation bubble in her diaphragm.

Your hand firmly intertwined with your love’s, you took a deep breath before you spoke.

“We’ll do it.”

Rey couldn’t hold back the smile she breathed out.

Leia was right.

They would join.

“I have something for you then.” she said, dropping her gaze to the bag around her shoulder.

After a brief moment of digging through it’s contents, she brought out something that looked oddly familiar to you.

It was a cylinder of metal, with a hole in the top and many black rectangles around it’s base.

It looked an awful lot like Vee’s saber, yet different…

You heard your love’s respirator hitch as Rey held out the metal to him.

“I believe this belongs to you, sir.” she said.

After a brief pause of no movement whatsoever, you watched as your love took the metal out of Rey’s hand. He turned the thing over in his hand many times, inspecting every curve and edge to the object. Your curiosity taking over, you dropped your gaze upon the thing, watching at how carefully Vee held it in his gloved hands.

“What is it, Vee?” you asked.

Getting no response from him, you watched as he held onto the object, igniting it in his grasp. A long streak of deep blue came out of the metal, as well as a familiar humm.

It was beautiful.

“It is my lightsaber, darling.” Ani eventually responded, his mask trained on the light.

Blue, huh?

You smiled up at him.

He had told you long ago of his time as a jedi…

You were glad he was finally reunited with a little piece of his past.

“Does this mean I can have your old one?” you asked half-jokingly.

“Yes, dear.”

~~~

He slept in the bed with you that night instead of in his meditation pod. You wanted him to sleep in there, since it was more comfortable for him.

He wouldn't have any of it. He insisted on being next to you that night.

It was the first night in a long, long time that both you and him got a full night’s rest. It was quite soothing to feel his weight next to you and feel his arms around you, and you were sure it was comforting to him as well.

In the morning, you woke up before him just as normal. You thought about waking him up, but decided to let him rest instead. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you padded your feet over to the kitchen.

You decided to cook him his favorite for breakfast.

You knew it would be the last one for quite a while.

Waking him up and helping him into his meditation pod, you smiled as you placed the plate of food next to him, pressing a kiss to the crown of his helmet before closing the pod behind you.

You figured that now was the perfect time to start packing.

In the middle of preparing your bags, you heard his meditation pod open and close, as well as the sound of his footsteps drawing closer to you. A moment later, you felt his large arms wrap around your frame, pulling you close to his chest as you breathed out a smile. Closing your eyes, you slid your arms over his own, rubbing circles lovingly into his leather-bound forearms.

“I have to pack for us, Vee.” you said, your tone loving.

“I know.”

“You’re not gonna let me go for a while, aren’t you?”

“No, I am not.”

You let out a giggle.

“I love you, Vee.”

“I love you too, (F/N). More than anything.”

~~~

It took a long while for you to take your eyes off of your home.

Your bags slung over your shoulder, your eyes were fixated on the front door of the house you had built, a few strands of your hair fluttering in the breeze.

You didn’t want to say goodbye.

You really didn’t.

“Darling.”

His voice made you finally take your eyes off of that place. Your gaze now on him, your lips parted as you took the sight of him in.

He was so handsome.

So large.

You loved him so, so much.

He held his hand out to you.

“It is time to go.”

Blinking at his outstretched hand, you swiveled your head back to your home, feeling your heart ache faintly in your chest.

“I know,” you said, “It’s just… I don’t want this to be goodbye.”

Continuing to gaze at your house, you felt your love walk up to you, wrapping his big, strong arm around your shoulder. After looking at your face briefly, he joined you in looking at the home the two of you had built together.

It was beautiful.

Absolutely breathtaking.

“It will not be.” was all he said.

~~~

Rey’s ship was just as shitty as you remembered it being.

It was complete garbage.

But you were surprised that Vee recognized it.

The Millennium Falcon, he said it was.

He also said how ironic it was he was about to board one of the main ships he tried to destroy all those years ago.

You told him everything was gonna be a blast from the past for the foreseeable future.

You were really scared to fly in that bucket of bolts. The only thing that made it worth getting on was Rey’s driod.

“That’s BB-8.” Rey said as she helped you load your bags in the ship, “He’s been really excited to meet you.”

Pausing from your work, you smiled and knealed down near the circular droid, placing a hand upon his front.

“Hey there, BB-8.” you giggled, making him beep excitedly.

You laughed as you stood up, packing in the last bag.

“He’s quite the cutie.” you said.

This made the droid beep out seemingly bashful beeps.

Rey chuckled, “He says you’re not so bad yourself.”

You laughed again as you looked down at the tiny white and orange droid.

“Sorry, BB-8. I’m taken.”

BB-8 beeped questionably, but soon found his answer as he saw Darth Vader step on board. Watching as you took the dark lord’s hand into your own, BB-8 beeped in surprise and rolled away, making you giggle again.

“Was that droid pestering you, darling?” your love asked.

“No, Vee.” you responded, “It’s fine.

Rey came around the hallway before either of you could say anything else.

“We’re about to take off. Get ready.”

Giving her a nod, you watched as she left to the cockpit of the ship, feeling your love’s hand squeeze your own.

Looking up into his mask, a small smile painted your lips.

“Are you ready, love?” you asked.

The ramp to the ship closed in front of the two of you.

“No.”

You let out another giggle as you felt the ship take off.

“Good. I’m not either.”

~~~

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redstainedsocks · 4 years

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What’s in a name

Warnings: Torture, sensory deprivation, solitary confinement, electrocution/electroshock therapy, punishments, sadistic whumper, institutionalozed whump, memory loss, identity erasure, noncon drugging, drugs that cause memory loss, hallucinations, brutal treatment, brief beating and manhandling, box boy universe, dehumanization, denial of food

Set during Kit’s training period. I originally wrote this for escape!week and the prompt “relapse” but it didn’t seem right for the tone of that week, so I wrote something else for that and decided to post this on it’s own! Thanks especially to @castielamigos-whump-side-blog for being so enthusiastic about seeing more of Kit’s early time, gives me confidence that this is, hopefully, wanted :D.

This one is particularly brutal, so heed the warnings, and if you don’t feel up to reading it I’m happy to give a quick rundown of the content to anyone who DMs me. But as it’s set in the past, nothing particularly plot relevant happens, so it can be skipped altogether.

This is the knock-off version of what WRU would do during training, if anyone is curious. The made up drugs for this universe that alter memory (among other things) still exist, and I’ve made use of them. Thanks and credit to the other writers in the box boy universe--especially @ashintheairlikesnow and @moose-teeth--for giving me lots of context for their procedures so I could learn the process and turn it into this non-WRU method.

Tag List: @haro-whumps, @theycomeinthrees, @whumpthisway, @samanddeaninpanties, @teachunks, @draganies, @pepperonyscience, @whump-it, @castielamigos-whump-side-blog, @untilthepainstarts, @galaxywhump, @kiretto-laorentze, @lonesome--hunter @slaintetowhump @just-a-raccoon-with-wifi

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He woke up one day and he just knew.

Maybe they’d let him sleep for too long. Maybe he hadn’t been on the right dose of the drugs. Maybe it had been too many days since his last round of the shocks and beatings that forced his mind to retreat into numb obedience.

Whatever the reason he knew, he remembered.

He used to have a name.

He didn't used to spend his days cowering in corners and obeying orders, looking up at the world from his knees, or on his back, or with eyes ringed with bruises. He didn’t used to be scared and exhausted all the time, just hoping to make it through the day without crying in front of a stranger.

He used to be a person.

And if he knew that, he could fight back. He knew the routines, the layouts, which guards were a softer touch. He just needed an opening, and he’d take it.

When the guard came down the row of cells and knocked their baton on the concrete wall dividing his cell from the next, called him pet and told him to get up—he refused. He curled tighter into the corner and balled his fists and ducked his head.

“I said up, trainee.”

“Not my name,” he growled out.

“What was that?”

“I said: that’s not my name, I have a name.”

“Do you now? Want to share with the class?”

He grit his teeth and glared. Just because he wanted to hold on to it and not tell this violently dangerous man, didn’t make it any less true.

The guard grinned.”That’s what I thought.” A radio crackled and the guard spoke into it. “Yeah, we’ve got a back-slider in row 4, yeah, being defiant again.”

A muffled voice spoke back.

“Will do, I’ll wait right here.”

He frowned, leant forward a little. No, this wasn’t right, when he disrespected them they’d come in and give him a beating, right there and then. And he’d decided he wasn’t going to cower, he was going to use it as an opportunity to get the upper hand. Shit, no, shit, he’d played his card too early.

Three more black-glad guards arrived, one man, and a woman. A trainer too, the mean one who had steel toed boots and a grey streak in his hair. They surveyed him and checked the chart hanging by his cell. He watched them all through the chain link as they talked about training methods, the pros and cons of every course of treatment while he got more nervous by the second.

“What is that you want, trainee?” The trainer asked eventually. “What were you hoping to achieve with this outburst? A little one on one time? Hoping to get more food, jonesing for the drugs we put in there? Come on, talk to me pet, what did that pea-sized brain think was going to happen here?”

“Nothing,” he snarled. “I don’t want anything from you, you can’t do this to me, to anyone! I want to… I want to go home, you have to let me leave.” He breathed hard through his nose and tried to quell the quiet voice that told him he didn’t remember where home was, that he had nowhere else to go. That was them talking; there had to be somewhere better than here.

“That doesn’t sound like something a good pet would say. And you’ve been such a good pet lately, you’re ruining your well behaved streak.”

“I’m not your pet, I’m not anybody's pet!”

The trainer smiled and it radiated such calculated hatred that it froze the blood in his veins. “Now we’re getting to the root of it.” The man gestured at him and turned to his colleagues. “He’s starting to think he gets to be a person.”

They all laughed, and he flinched. They sounded like hyenas, jackals, crows… all out for a piece of him, waiting to pick him apart and peck out his innards piece by piece by piece until there was nothing left but empty space.

“Right, okay. This has gone on long enough, throw him in the hole. We’ll see if that destroys these little illusions.”

His defiance wavered and he pitched forward onto his hands and knees as panic surged through him. The gate unlocked and they surrounded him, hands on his shoulders and in his hair, and batons swinging down on his back and legs. He fought, he fought with everything he had.

Like always, like every time before, it wasn’t enough.

“No! No, wait, please, please. Anything else, just, please, anything else.”

Maybe he was a person, but he wasn’t above begging. Not if it got him out of this.The hole was every trainee pet’s worst nightmare. He wouldn’t go there, he wouldn’t. He clawed at the walls, the metal doorframe, wrapped his fingers around the chain link at the front of his cell and clung until the wire fencing cut into his fingers. His blood made it slippery but he wouldn’t let go. One of them brought a baton down on his hands and he wailed. When they threatened to do it again, and break both his forearms, he finally let go.

****

The hole was nothing but a pitch black metal room. A storage container of some sort, or maybe just a large dumpster repurposed for the use. They would throw you in, slam the door shut, and then it was nothing but you and a black so deep you couldn’t see your own hands.

He slammed his body against the walls until his ears rang from the metallic clangs that reverberated around the room. He couldn’t do this again, the last time… he’d gone half mad.

He wouldn’t cry, the fear was too big to cry. It was larger than his tear ducts and it couldn’t get out that way. He couldn’t risk the loss of the moisture in any case. He had two bottles of water to last him for… however long they planned to leave him.

He paced for a while, one hand on the wall to keep himself steady in the dark. Four steps, five steps, four steps, two steps—cross the door—two more steps. Around and around.

The worst thing about the Hole was the conductive metal. It heated up so much during the day that by the afternoon it hurt to touch the walls and floor. It became so overheated that it felt like the air was sizzling, too thick to enter his lungs properly, pressing on his head until he felt like he’d burst. He laid on his back, tried to keep his bare legs and arms off the floor, so the barrier of his shirt and shorts was between him and the metal. The black swam around him in dizzying eddies as he sweltered and sweated.

Sebastian. Seb. Bas. Sebastian Rogers. That’s me, that’s me, that’s who I am. They’re punishing me just for remembering.

The dark and the heat made his angry behaviour seem even more pitiful. He could have just kept his name to himself, and done what they asked, and he wouldn’t be in this mess.

Relapse, they’d called it as they talked to each other. So he just had to get better again and then they’d let him out.

Getting better probably meant forgetting, letting it go. He wouldn’t let it go, he’d just tuck it safely away where no-one else could touch it. He’d just pretend, and they’d let him go back to his cell.

The day passed and he waited in trepidation for the night. For the temperature to drop until the walls felt like ice, instead of fire. In the few hours in between too hot and too cold he drank some water, and chose a corner to piss in, and then curled up and tried to conserve body heat.

There wouldn’t be much chance to sleep except in the dusk and early morning, when it was neither too hot, nor too cold. He tried, but it wouldn’t come, there was a buzzing below his skin that wouldn’t quit.

Probably something in the water.

He did cry then, a few dry-heaving sobs that turned to yelling, and more pounding on the door. The silence and stillness were deafening. He tap-tap-tapped on the floor just to hear something. Tapped the syllables of his name until it started to sound annoying and repetitive and he stopped.

He drummed out random beats and whimpered and groaned as he started to see white and colourful spots appear in the dark. They’d coalesce into other things before long, and he didn’t want to see; he pressed his hands over his eyes so that he wouldn’t.

Two cycles of day and night—blistering heat followed by icy cold— passed before they came for him, and he was delirious and grateful. Ready to lie and say he didn’t want a name at all, they could take it, he wouldn’t fight. He was willing to do whatever it took. But they didn't give him chance. They strapped him down in the treatment room and attached little nodes to his head and his body and forced round after round of shocks through his system. Pumped electricity into his brain and his nerves in concentrated shocks that made him disoriented and forgetful, stole his memory of where he was and why, for long minutes at a time.

After that he realised that they weren’t giving him a choice, they would take his unruly behaviour from him, not offer him the chance to give it up—they would make him good.

They dumped him back in the Hole, with fresh water, two packets of insubstantial food-paste, and the urine cleaned out. Still trembling from the aftershocks he crawled into a corner and clung to his meager rations. The water tasted funny, and he sipped it knowing it would mix with the shocks and do more strange things to his memories.

Mind warped and body aching, he curled up and tried to remember what had got him in so much trouble in the first place. Something about a name…a person with a name that he wasn't supposed to know.

It barely mattered whose it was, he wished he'd never thought of it all.

Sebastian wasn't worth this. Nothing was worth this.

Twice more he went through the same routine—two days—shocks—two days. Memories obliterated until he was empty headed and dizzy and so very, very sorry.

When they finally dragged him limp and mostly unresponsive from the darkness, he waved weakly to the hallucinations that he left behind.

He was better, he would be better. They asked and he grovelled for the chance to prove it. He’d messed up so badly, but he’d do better. His mouth wouldn’t form real words, just mumbles and groans from a parched throat and numb, swollen lips that he’d bitten to keep from screaming in the void of the Hole.

It didn’t seem to bother them that he was incoherent, that he tried was enough. He cried onto their boots, clinging with fingertips to the concrete so he wouldn’t slip away.

He left more than hallucinations in the dark. He left his defiance, his angry stubborn will. He left his identity, buried under hot stale air, where it would never be seen again. Left it to rot in the dark, where it never served him any good. Abandoned his old self, and knew he was better off for it.

He was a pet, would always be, had always been; he was nothing else, remembered nothing else. The darkness up ate his name so thoroughly, so completely, that he never even knew he’d offered it up to be devoured.

#Kit's Story #dehumanization tw #conditioning tw #pet whump #box boy universe #noncon drugging #hallucinations whump #torture tw #solitary confinement whump #institutionalized whump #sensory deprivation #memory loss tw #identity erasure #people as pets #isolated whumpee #multiple whumpers #withholding food #I keep expecting someone to figure out how I came up with his full name and come into my inbox and call me out for being a dork xD #but it hasn't happened yet...

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lorei-writes · 3 years

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The Dragon of Yss: Extra!

Bloopers, Outtakes, some HC

Masamune x MC (Mizusaki Mai)

Fantasy AU

Summary: He wanted Mai to remain herself - and for that very reason, he promised to protect her, at any cost. Little did he know, he may need somebody to save him as well.

All parts: Part 1 - Sands of Estarra , Part 2 - Findings , Part 3 - “ I knew you’d come.” , Part 4 - Reborn , Part 5 - Eevi , Part 6 - Closer , Part 7 - Way to Varshka , Part 8 - The Gods We Trust , Part 9 - Flowers that Bloom in Adversity , Part 10 - Singing Bird , Part 11 - Vibrant Smoke , Part 12 - Hidden in Plain Sight , Part 13 - Heritage , Part 14 - Isger , Part 15 - Mad Possibility , Part 16 - Unraveling , Part 17 - Promises Sealed in Snow , Part 18 - Never Unfamiliar, Part 19 - White Noise , Epilogue: Threads

So, the main part of the story may be over... But it did not stop my brain from coming up with few little things here and there. As such, allow me to share those here as well.

// Dialogue shortly following the ending of the series; between Iroha and Masamune

// General post-chapter 19 notes/HC + explanations

“What do you mean you were turned into a dragon?! I thought you said you’ve lied to me only once in my life and that this was the lie!”

“Of course not. It was when you were seven and refused to go to sleep without having cake, so I told you that the neighbours’ dog was hungry and ate it.”

(Pause)

“Are you for real?”

“Dire situations call for appropriate measures.”

“I swear to skies, dad...”

The Plague of Yss

Iroha - the heiress of the Date clan

I feel it may be somewhat unclear, yet I decided against repeating it in the story itself. As was stated, Mitsunari had some hypothesis to test and needed at least a single person who survived long enough into the plague OR recovered from it.

The plague of Yss was in fact more of a double-edged sword, perhaps it could be even called a ritual performed by Isgerians. Yssians are their descendants and, as you probably already know, Masamune turned into the dragon as the result of this plague.

Long story short: Masamune is the survivor of the plague, the one thing Mitsunari needed. This is also why they came to live in Varshka, the place being one of two major cities presented in the story. (Why Varshka and not Vyrminia? University in Vyrminia would still be partially destroyed. As was stated by Mila, despite being almost the same in most regards, the atmosphere is the major thing setting those two apart. +Take note that Ieyasu did work there shortly before being forced to move to Vyrminia and recorded a rapid increase of cases of said plague there).

As was implied several times in the story, magical abilities or lack thereof may influence one’s life to a great extent - from their social status to rendering them a desirable product on the black market.

Allow me to write a short list (least to most desirable) of abilities.

Giftless.

Healer.

Connector (either of two types).

Transmuter.

(As for why this order is like so: talk between Oxa and Masamune in regards to giftless and healers; fact that the only transmuter in the story is Alleyah/Manya and it’s specifically mentioned that this ability is extremely rare and desirable to the point of people being bred to acquire it in the offspring. Yes - yikes; the only remaining and most common class are, of course, connectors, hence its placement).

Lastly, before I move to the point, please let me remind you: abilities are inherited. It is not completely random.

How does it all tie up into Iroha’s situation?

The history repeats itself. Iroha is hence more desirable heir than any of her cousins. If she so chooses - she will become the heiress of the Date clan. However, as it was already implied in the story: it is a choice. Masamune tells her he will handle any business with his family if she wishes to take a different path.

Masamune is giftless, which, aside from having only one eye, makes him a very poor candidate for a heir. As such, it was his younger brother who was granted the role - whichever type of magic he possessed, it was better than no magic and the risk of passing this “affliction” onto the next head of the family.

However, just as magic is passed, so is lack of it. Even if it did not activate in his generation, Kojirou’s children are born giftless. (Given the context, despite the other parent possessing some sort of ability).

Meanwhile, Masamune’s daughter, Iroha, was born a connector, having inherited the ability from her mother.

Her trip to Mitsuhide’s estate is related to that - there are little other reliable ways for her to be taught about diplomacy.

On warlords and their relationships

This may cause a question to appear: how did the warlords even end up being connected? Well... Simply as that, they were all sons from rather prominent households and had most likely met each other during diplomacy trips of their parents. Them either becoming heads of said families or not - that comes into play later on in their life. Their relationships survived.

It also means that the reason why Ieyasu was able to become a physician is because he was a healer and hence, not the best candidate. Also - Masamune could travel the world in search of Mai because... He didn’t have any political duties to attend to.

As for Mitsunari and Hideyoshi - it’s not explained nor implied how they got where they are. However, it’s possible to adapt canon for the sake of that.

Portal magic and its many faces

As it was stated in the story, the main thing setting Arynthian people from other connectors is that - if one of them is born a connector - their magic manifests somewhat differently. It’s ruled by different limitations.

As such, Mai’s portal magic is different from that of Kyubei. (As it was shown, she can see colorful lines and can follow them basically anywhere. Kyubei, meanwhile, has to be able to see the place he is supposed to open the portal to - or to be able to visualise it well, as was pointed out when Mai passed through a portal point).

Why am I bringing it up? Because Iroha’s magic is a bit different too. It has less limitations that Kyubei’s ability, yet it isn’t as powerful as Mai’s.

This also explains why “Arynthinas” are so rare - the ability degenerates fast. It’s more of an error than actual ability, so to say.

Kenshin & the timeskip

What was he even doing then? How long was it?

Well. Kenshin has a very fuzzy memory of last 20-ish years of his life in the form of the dragon. As was previously mentioned, it happens so when the primal desires take over human mind - when smelling blood or... Well, or what? It was mentioned he was hungry.

Yes. He was starving himself for the entire duration of the timeskip. Why? Because then the flammable substance in his stomach self-ignited and caused him to combust. In a way, he committed an act of self-burning...

And flames of the dragon were the only thing which could turn him back. So they did.

// Bullet-points (not written in the story, may not be written, but overall, you can assume those are canon)

Iroha was born 12 months after her parents reunited. When Mai got pregnant, it was a surprise for all parties involved. However, they chose to continue the pregnancy.

Mai became proficient in portal magic mostly because Iroha’s powers would activate at random when she was still little. A toddler stuck between the worlds doesn’t make for a happy toddler.

On that note, Masamune could be hardly left home alone with her. Hardly, as he eventually developed fast enough reflexes to pull her out of a portal right as she was starting to pass through it. It later became a joke that they needed to keep her on a leash for few months - which is not completely incorrect.

Developing the cure involved taking plenty of samples. In other words: RiP Masamune’s veins, he would curse like a sailor whenever he had to have his blood drawn.

To follow down this path: the preventive medicine involved having your skin cut and then it being injected. Iroha was very young when it happened and so, she has a scar on her arm from that.

Shortly after that, they moved back to Yss. Masamune might have not been the heir, but family standing did make some matters easier to achieve for him. As such, he’s a bit of a local leader in his community, I would say, dealing mostly with local politics and management.

They were relieved when it turned out their son, Tadamune, was giftless.

Iroha will never live down what happened at the apple tree.

During winter, the frostbite on Mai’s hands makes itself known again. Her skin cracks and scabs start to form - and each year, Masamune takes it onto himself to tend to them. He is more than aware that she got it while he was still turned into the dragon.

Manya continued to serve under Mitsuhide. However, she hardly uses her power anymore. She grew particularly close with Kyubei, although they’re still working on the terminology. Or perhpas there is no reason for it?They’re not sure themselves; Call them very close friends.

Mitsuhide does not have a chid or a partner. He doesn’t seem to mind, however, his “niece” having always been a handful to manage. He made sure to tell everybody about the apple tree. All of his stories contradict each other.

Time almost stopped for Kenshin when he was still a dragon. In other words, he’s the oldest in actual years of life, but in terms of physical form? He’s younger than Masamune or any other warlord. This lands him in a rather peculiar spot of... Well, an adult face, although in his case, it’s just another variety of VERY severe baby face.

// outtakes

-- this was a very early attempt at writing the smut scene. Written several months prior to actually getting to this point in the story.

The room was cozy and simple, the inventory of it consisting of warm chimney stretching from below the floor and up through the ceiling, a small table, with a bronze basin on top of it, and a bed, just barely big enough to fit two people comfortably. They stepped inside, the white sheets seemingly calling them, inviting them to come closer. Mai sank onto the mattress first, her legs still remaining on the floor. She kicked her boots off and, this time, lay down properly.

„ We're switching today,” she said, opening her arms for Masamune. He obliged, soon nuzzling into the crook of her neck. Resting in silent contentment, he slung his arm over her waist, pulling her even closer. She stroked his hair tenderly, basking in the warmth exchanged between their bodies. Ever since she was kidnapped, she wanted to just hold him, knowing he'd push himself with no regard for his own well-being.

„ You shouldn't have done that, you know...” she hummed. „ What were you even thinking, it was so risky...”

„ I screwed up in the market, didn't I?” he sighed. „ I'm sorry I didn't keep my word then.”

„ You idiot, you missed the point entirely. I can... If... If that's what I have to do to survive, I will accept it. But I don't want to lose you,” her voice hitched. Masamune propped himself on his elbow, cupping her cheeks with his free hand.

„ I'm sorry. But I couldn't stand having you whisked away again too.”

As if guided by pure instinct, she pulled him into a kiss. His lips pressed against hers more delicately than usually. She opened her mouth, needing to taste him, over and over again. His familiar scent enveloped her, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw – and for a moment she could have sworn that the time stopped, that the entire universe was reduced just to that single small room. Yet, they had to part eventually, their lungs begging for air. To her surprise, Masamune returned to his previous spot, his hair tickling her chin.

„ I missed you so much, Mai,” he murmured against her skin. His lips brushed her neck once, twice, and so many more, each and every time descending slightly, until he reached the very tip of her collarbone. His hand waited at the hemline of her shirt.

„ But you should rest...” she trailed off.

„ I'm fine. You know the question was whether you want it or not.”

Hadn't she known the answer already? Yet, the reason still fought within her, reminding her of both her and his fatigue... But... Maybe? Maybe just a little... Maybe just a little more.

„ I do,” she uttered finally.

-- At first I considered Mitsuhide and Manya becoming and endgame ship. I ended up deciding against it. However, a line of dialogue stayed. I debated using it for another pair, but it didn’t happen either.

A chilly gust of wind slipped through the tiny creaks around the window. His teeth pulled lightly on the cord keeping her neckline closed, the knot soon unraveling. His hand snuck under her shirt, travelling up so very slowly, as if he wanted to renew the map of her body in his mind. She shivered under his touch, anticipation growing deep within her. His lips returned to her neck, as he cupped her breast from below, massaging it lightly. Switching between the left one and the right one, his fingers caressed them unhurriedly. Masamune pulled onto the top of her shirt, the fabric dispersing over the cord just slightly, exposing her shoulders. Cold air inviting itself into the room again, he kissed the newly freed skin. He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at her, her nipples peaking through her clothing.

„ Masamune...” she whined a bit, as if to rush him. He chuckled in response, the garment soon flying to the floor.

„ Aren’t you impatient, kitten?” he hummed against her breast, his breath warming up her skin. Mai shivered.

“ You’re..!” her voice hitched, as he took her nipple between his teeth and bit on it just lightly, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it a moment later.

“ Have you said anything just now?” he laughed, looking up at her. Mischief played in his eye, as he returned to caressing her, his fingers sliding down her side.

“ That I missed you too,” she gasped as he grabbed her rear, his hand sneaking beneath the fabric of her pants. As if to make up to her for all the missed time, his lips trailed a path down her abdomen – until she couldn’t take it anymore, pulling him up by his shoulders, needing to taste his lips. She pushed Masamune against the pillows and straddled him. Seeing the surprised look he gave her, Mai laughed a little.

“ I still think you should rest,” she stated firmly, her fingers tracing his jawline. She cupped his face and leaned forward, her hair tickling his cheeks as he kissed her again, his tongue entering her mouth eagerly. Wordlessly, she

-- Another dialogue exchanged between Mitsuhide and Manya. It made it into the final story, although slightly altered.

“I love you.”

“What--”

“With every fiber of my being. I love you.”

“He will not love you, no matter how much you change.”

“How can you know that?!”

“The filthiest scums on earth are unable to feel anything lest it’s twisted - and love, my dear little one, can never withstand that sort of deformation.”

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just-a-caffeine-addict · 3 years

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Quotes Accrued in a Decade

“…as you well know, the source of the Nile remained invisible to those who lived next to it for a thousand years. Identifying it required a stranger. (A fresh pair of eyes may see what others miss)” –Sherlock Holmes (From The Perils of Sherlock Holmes: Short Stories)

“A couple of years before he died, I kissed my father goodbye. He said, ‘Son, you haven’t kissed me since you were a little boy.’ It went straight to my heart, and I kissed him whenever I saw him after that, and my sons and I always kiss whenever we meet.” –Terry Wogan

“A wise man makes his own decisions, an ignorant man follows the public opinion.” –Chinese Proverb

“All great truths begin as blasphemies.” –George Bernard Shaw

“An army of donkeys led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by a donkey.” –Genghis Khan

"An error does not become truth by reason of multiplied propagation, nor does truth become error because nobody sees it." –Mahatma Gandhi

“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.” –Cesar A. Cruz

“As we let our light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.” –Marianna Williamson

“Ask not what your country can do for you –ask what you can do for your country.” –John Kennedy

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply give you courage.” –Lao Tzu

“Better the devil you know than the devil you don't know.” –English Proverb

“Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.” –George Bernard Shaw

“By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.” –Confucius

“Can you really have a bad experiment? I don’t know. But can you have a bad result? Yes.” — EvanAndKatelyn (From Can Resin Preserve a Pumpkin Carving?)

“canon is but the sandbox in which i strike lightning to form glass. trouble me no more with your quibblings and quorums, lest i grind you to dust beneath my heel and build stories from the remnants of your bones. Avast, foul fiend” —taako waititi (From Tumblr)

“Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?” —Victor Hugo

“Cucullus non facit monachum (A cowl does not make a monk).” – Fool/Feste (From Twelfth Night)

“Demons run when a good man goes to war…” –River Song (From Doctor Who)

“Due to high cost of ammo, there will be NO WARNING SHOTS FIRED.” –Warning sign

“Every couple needs to argue now and then. Just to prove that the relationship is strong enough to survive. Long-term relationships, the ones that matter, are all about weathering the peaks and the valleys.” –Nicholas Sparks (From Safe Haven)

“Everyone gives the title of barbarism to everything that is not in use in his own country.” –Michel de Montaigne (From Of Cannibals)

“Families are the compass that guide us. They are the inspiration to reach great heights, and our comfort when we occasionally falter.” –Brad Henry

“Fiction reveals truth that reality obscures.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Fools take a knife and stab people in the back. The wise take a knife, cut the cord, and set themselves free from the fools.” –Unknown

“Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.” –Chinese Proverb

“Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration.” –Thomas Edison

“Herr, wirf Hern vom Himmel -oder Steine, Hauptsache er trifft (Lord, throw some brains from the heavens -or stones, as long as he hits the mark)!” –German Proverb

“History is for human self-knowledge...the only clue to what man can do is what man has done. The value of history, then, is that it teaches us what man has done and thus what man is.” —R.G. Collingwood

“Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.” –James Thurber

“I can pretend I’m a fish, but I shouldn’t try to breathe underwater.” –Unknown

“I have the patience of a saint. Saint Cunty McFuckOff.” –Words on a cup

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 1,000 ways that won’t work.” –Thomas Edison

“I made some good deals and I made some bad ones. I really went in the hole with this one.” –Quote on a grave

“I occasionally think, how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world. And yet, I ask is not an alien force ALREADY among us?” –Ronald Reagan

“If I have seen further than others, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.” –Isaac Newton

“If our impulses were confined to hunger, thirst, and desire, we might nearly be free; but now we are moved by every wind that blows, and a chance word or scene that that word may convey to us.” –Victor Frankenstein (From Frankenstein)

“If the world tells me I’m mad, whereas I know I’m not, which of us is right? Thus, being mad is what? Inventing a life one hasn’t lived or loving a woman met in another lifetime? Is it clinging to unsatisfied desires?..” Doriel (From A Mad Desire to Dance)

“If you’re afraid - don’t do it, - if you’re doing it - don’t be afraid!” –Genghis Khan

“If you’re going to be a writer, the first essential is just to write. Do not wait for an idea. Start writing something and the ideas will come. You have to turn the faucet on before the water starts to flow.” —Louis L’Amour

"If you're not asking the questions in a thoughtful way, you're not going to get any results that are useful or interesting." –Tony Wagner

“If your actions inspire others to dream more, learn more, do more, and become more, you are a leader.” –John Quincy Adams

“I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.” –Jimi Hendrix (From Axis: Bold as Love)

"Imagine a world in which every single person on the planet has free access to the sum of all human knowledge." –Jimmy Wales (Founder of Wikipedia)

"In caucus terrae, luscus rex est (In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)." –Latin Adage

“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.” –Abraham Lincoln

“In time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.” –George Orwell

“It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.” –André Gide (From Autumn Leaves)

"It's not that I'm so smart. But I stay with the questions much longer." –Albert Einstein

“It’s true. I forget important things sometimes… Sometimes I do think I should give up-- just let the crown win and the world freeze, with me in it. Some days I can’t remember a single reason to keep fighting. Some… Some days I-- I can’t remember her. But giving up’s EASY. You know what’s hard? To BELIEVE in your own worth, to KNOW you’ve got something special in you even if nobody else can see it. Even when YOU can’t.” –Ice King |Simon Petrikov from Adventure Time

“Learn yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.” –Albert Einstein

“Learning to trust is one of life’s most difficult tasks.” –Isaac Watts

“Life is a dream for the wise, a game for the fool, a comedy for the rich, a tragedy for the poor.” –Sholom Aleichem

“Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses.” –Ann Landers

“Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.” –James Baldwin

“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.” —“The Wonder Years”

“My family is my strength and my weakness.” –Aishwarya rai Bachchan

“Names are the sweetest and the most important sounds in any language.” –Dale Carnegie

“No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.” –Mary Wollstonecraft

"No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips." –Sigmund Freud

“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.” –Lin Yutang

“NO TRESPASSING. Violators will be shot; Survivors will be shot again.” –Warning Sign

“Nobody knows you as well as our spouse. And that means no one will be quicker to recognize a change when you deliberately start sacrificing your wants and wishes to make sure his or her needs are met.” –Stephen Kendrick from The Love Dare

“Notice: Anyone found here at night will be found here in the morning.” –Warning Sign

“"One thing nature is very good at is creating incredibly complex microscopic structures. That's because nature's machines are the size of molecules, while our crude versions are the size of rooms." –Theodore Gray (from Molecules: The Elements and Architecture of Everything)

“Only the sufferers know how their bellies ache.“ –Burmese

“People never lie so much as after a hunt, during a war, or before an election.” –Otto von Bismarck

“People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘You’re safe with me’ - that’s intimacy.” –Taylor Jenkins Reid (From The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo)

“Play taps for my ass, cause it’s dead as hell.” –Unknown Quote

“Six of one, half a dozen of the other. (It doesn't matter which one we choose; Equally involved, equally responsible)”

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” –Markus Zusak (From I Am the Messenger)

“Speak softly and carry a big stick; you will go far.” –Theodore Roosevelt

“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can” –Arthur Ashe

“Take nothing but pictures; Leave nothing but footprints; Kill nothing but time.” –Caver’s Creed

“Take with a pinch of salt (Don’t completely believe what’s told).”

“The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life.” –Richard Bach

“The end of one thing is only the beginning of another.” –Unknown

“The family is a haven in a heartless world.” –Attributed to Christopher Lasch

“The helper seeks to help others because he knows what it is to be helpless.” –’ Zen’ Wander (From Wander Over Yonder)

"The million-dollar question: Why aren't we kinder? The second million-dollar question: How might we become more loving, more open, less selfish, more present, less

delusional?" –George Sanders

“The need for a body of common knowledge and common reference ...grows more necessary so that people of different origins and occupation may quickly find common ground and, as we say, speak a common language...it also ensures a kind of mutual confidence and good will. One is not addressing an alien, blank as a stone wall, but a responsive creature whose mind is filled with the same images, memories, and vocabulary as oneself.” —Jacques Barzun

“The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them.” –Marilyn Monroe

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself!” –Roosevelt

“The only time you should look in your neighbor's bowl is to make sure you have enough.” –Louie CK

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” –Albert Camus

“The sacrifice which causes sorrow to the doer of the sacrifice is no sacrifice. Real sacrifice lightens the mind of the doer and gives him a sense of peace and joy. The Buddha gave up the pleasures of life because they had become painful to him.” –Mahatma Gandhi

“The secret of a good memory is attention, and attention to a subject depends upon our interest in it. We rarely forget that which has made a deep impression on our minds.” —Tryon Edwards

“The secret to humor is surprise.” –Aristotle

“The surplus wealth of the few will become, in the best sense, the property of many, because administered for the common good.” –Andrew Carnegie

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.” –G.K. Chesterson

"The word 'why' not only taught me to ask, but also to think. And thinking has never hurt anyone. On the contrary, it does us all a world of good." –Anne Frank

“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.” –Ernest Hemingway From A Farewell To Arms

“There is no satisfaction in vengeance unless the offender has time to realize who it is that strikes him, and why retribution had come upon him.” –Jefferson Hope From Sherlock’s Adventures

“There will be something you hate in every job. The trick is finding a job where you love the good parts enough to make up for the crappy parts.” –post

“There’s a name for you ladies, but it isn’t used in high society… outside of a kennel.” –Crystal (From The Women of 1939)

“Though we tremble before uncertain futures… may we dance in the face of our fears.” –Gloria Anzaldua

“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” –Elie Wiesel (From Night)

“Un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l’admire (A fool always finds a fool to admire him).” – Sherlock Holmes (French translation)

“We’re taught Lord Acton’s axiom: all power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely[...] I believed that when we started these books, but I don’t believe it’s always true anymore. [...] What I believe is always true about power is that power always reveals. When you have enough power to do what you always wanted to do, then you see what the guy always wanted to do.” –Robert A. Caro

“We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan; and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.” –Joseph Roux

“What we have done to ourselves alone, dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.” –Brother Albert Pike

“When everything seems to be going against you, remember that the airplane takes off against the wind, not with it.” –Henry Ford

“When you wish upon a star, you’re a few million light years late. That star is dead. Just like your dreams.” –Unknown

“When you’re a brat, running fast is enough to make you popular. When you’re a middle-schooler, the guys who can fight will be popular, and after that it’s the guys with brains who can get the girls.” –Master of Protagonist (From The Fruit of Grisaia)

“Where we love is home –home where our feet may leave, but not our hearts.” –Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.” –Plato

“You are the company you keep.” –Unknown

“You must be imaginative, strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul" –Chef Gusteau (From Ratatouille)

“You walk around a drunk, you get a tired drunk. Splash ‘em with water, you get a wet drunk. Give ‘em a coffee, you’ve got a wide-awake drunk…” –Unknown

#quotes #sayings #everything associated honestly #some I need to review

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Dangerous Creatures | Chapter 25: An Air of Déjà Vu (Part 2)

Summary: Mackenzie Alemaund is an unlucky 18 year old teenager whose life changes drastically after she gets kidnapped by two vampires and learns, in the same day, that she is not human.

Pairing: Elijah x OC

Words: 2284

A/N: Please, note that I am French so there might be some mistakes here and there.

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Mackenzie barely slept. The sun wasn’t even up yet when she decided to get out of her room and walk around the cold castle. The hallways were as similar as they were different. Paintings, flowers and other decorations made each corridor easily recognizable. It wasn’t hard for the ultimate to find her way back to her room when she turned around as she started to feel sick. She collapsed on the red velvet couch, hoping the nausea would soon go away. She fell asleep and Heidi found her hours later when the sun was high up in the sky.

Heidi was standing in front of the couch, her arms crossed over her chest, a look of disapproval on her face.

“It’s almost noon,” she said coldly. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” Mackenzie replied groggily, “I didn’t sleep much.”

“I was told you came back at midnight.”

“I did. I just didn’t sleep well.”

“You’re probably jet-lagged,” the witch dismissed her with a wave of the hand. “Anyway, now that you’ve taken a nap, I’m sure you’re ready for your morning lesson.”

“Morning lesson?” she repeated as she rubbed her eyes.

“You have ten minutes to get ready. I’ll wait for you in the library.”

Heidi then turned around and left the room without any other word. Mackenzie stayed on the couch for a minute, stretching up. The library, she thought. Elijah could be there. She had tried hard not to think about her last nightmare, but as she was walking the castle’s hallways, it was all she could think about. It’s not real, she told herself. Elijah wouldn’t hurt her. That nightmare was just a silly dream, it didn’t make any sense. Elijah wouldn’t hurt her. She knew that much. Didn’t she?

She finally got up and picked up a pair of jeans and a purple shirt before putting on her sneakers and making her way to the door. As she was about to open it, someone came knocking.

“Lady Alemaund?” the servant from the night before asked from behind the door.

Mackenzie opened and the girl quickly bowed to her, making the elemental uncomfortable.

“Lady Alemaund, Lady Beauregard has sent me. She wants me to take you to the library.”

Mackenzie scoffed internally. Of course, Heidi thought of everything.

“Thank you,” she smiled shyly.

As they walked in silence, Mackenzie was dying to ask about Elijah, if she knew, by any chance, his whereabouts. She resisted all the way to the library, but, as the girl was about to open, finally blurted it out.

“Is Elijah inside?”

“Sir Mikaelson?” she asked, and Mackenzie nodded. “He’s walking the maze with Sir Davidson outside,” she answered, missing the look of relief on Mackenzie’s face, “do you want me to bring him here?”

“No,” Mackenzie replied, too quickly, “no, no, that’s fine, don’t bother him, thank you.”

The girl nodded then opened the door, bowing as she gestured Mackenzie to enter.

The library was not at all what she expected. In fact, it didn’t look like a library. It was more of a lab than anything else. Herbs and other flowers were hanging on the walls and from the ceilings, jars filled with all sorts of things of all sorts of colors were carefully organized on the hundreds of shelves that were spread in the rooms. Sure, there were a few books here and there, but that didn’t make it a library.

“There you are.”

Mackenzie jumped as she heard Heidi’s voice from across the room, near two big windows that were the only source of light. She was standing behind a metal worksurface on which had been laid a few empty jars as well as an opened book and other ingredients.

“There are plenty of spells we could study here,” Heidi said. “And plenty of potions. Come on, I’ll teach you the basics.”

***

Potion making would have been easy enough if Mackenzie had managed to focus for one second. But every single word that came out of Heidi’s mouth were ignored by the troubled ultimate who could only hear the same sentence over and over again: “You can’t trust him, he will hurt you.” Surely her mother wasn’t talking about Elijah, nor Alexander, nor anyone else Mackenzie could think of. And if she were talking about Elijah maybe she didn’t know what she was talking about. Maybe she thought Elijah was like Klaus, a dangerous psychopath who would kill her because of her power. Maybe she didn’t know Elijah at all. Maybe she was wrong. Or maybe, her mother wasn’t the source of the nightmare at all. Maybe it was just a dumb dream and she was worried for nothing.

Heidi was losing her patience and even though she could see something was wrong, she had no intention of asking her about it. That was a job for Alexander.

The heretic appeared in the lab, as if summoned by Heidi’s thoughts, followed by the original vampire. He seemed happy to see Mackenzie, as happy as Alexander was to see Heidi, however, only one of the women avoided their other half’s eyes.

“How’s it going?” Alex asked cheerfully.

“Terribly,” Heidi replied with a sigh. “Maybe you’ll get something out of her.”

“Potions aren’t your thing, uh,” the half vampire, half witch said jokingly.

“I’m just tired,” she mumbled, looking down at her hands that were playing with a mortar.

“Ah, well, maybe we should cancel today’s training session?”

“Out of the question,” Heidi said. “On the contrary, it’ll wake her up.”

Mackenzie walked around the table in silence and towards Alexander, still avoiding their eyes, as if she was ashamed of herself for having such terrible thoughts.

“Let’s go then, I’ll follow you.”

“You sure?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, finding her behavior quite strange.

“Are you okay?” Elijah asked as he put a hand on her shoulder.

She moved away quickly, before she could even think about what she was doing. Elijah caught a glimpse of her eyes and found fear in them. She didn’t look long enough to see how much it hurt him.

“I’m fine, I’m just tired, I think I should go lie down.”

“Yes, of course,” the vampire said, looking at both Heidi and Alexander, wondering if they had seen the same thing he had.

***

To her relief, no one came to bother her that night. And she actually slept, unbothered by any dream or nightmare. She was up at nine, and ready to go when Heidi came to get her, to the witch’s surprise. She didn’t mention the event of the previous day and the lesson went perfectly well. Mackenzie decided to focus on what was being taught to her rather than the silly thoughts that wouldn’t leave her head. She felt ridiculous having those thoughts but didn’t seem to be able to get rid of them.

According to Sarah, the servant who had apparently been assigned to her, Elijah was in the library, the real one, with all the books and other things the Queen kept in her official library. He was expecting her for lunch and maybe the most horrible thing she had ever done in her life was standing him up with no warnings whatsoever.

The training session with Alexander went as well than the others, she made clear progress but also got her ass handed to her more than once. Fortunately, the session was cut short as they were told about a ball that her Majesty the Queen was hosting that night. Alexander let Mackenzie go early, assuring her that Heidi would be busy at the moment mumbling about being told way to late, that she didn’t have any appropriate gown to wear and that she didn’t want to go anyway. Mackenzie spared him a polite smile before she made her way back to her chambers where Sarah was waiting.

“A few dresses are waiting for you in your bedroom,” she said, “pick one and call me when you’re ready to change.” She bowed before she exited the room, leaving Mackenzie alone with three dresses so beautiful she didn’t think she’d be able to choose just one.

As she grazed the fabric of each dress, she was reminded of the gown Elijah had sent her for the ball his mother had hosted over a month ago. She remembered all of it. His words, his gestures, his smile… She remembered how much she loved being with him just two days ago, and now… now she didn’t even know what to think.

Either way, she was the biggest idiot of the whole universe. First scenario, she was worrying for nothing, thinking Elijah would even want to hurt her in the slightest, or, second scenario, she had trusted an original vampire with her secrets, her life, and her heart, only for him to play her to the death.

She wanted it to be a mistake, just a dream caused by the huge amount of sweets and other cakes Cornelius had made her eat that night. She wanted it to go away, to forget it, so the burning ball of guilt and doubt would disappear from her stomach.

She took out the first gown from the hanger. It was a beautiful blue, almost as blue and magical as Cinderella’s magic dress, with a heart shaped corset and no sleeves. The second one was a stunning purple, similar to the previous one, only with a more reasonable cleavage. The third one was green, in a similar fashion as Cornelius’ clothes. That one she dismissed right away, the corset seemed like a real pain.

“Wear the blue one.”

Mackenzie jumped as she gasped, startled by Elijah’s voice. She hadn’t heard him come in. She looked away quickly when she realized he was the one who had sneaked into her chambers without a sound.

“Hey,” she greeted quietly.

“I missed you at lunch.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“Heidi kept you longer than planned?”

She frowned as she thought he’d know exactly at what time she ended her lesson with Heidi this morning. He was testing her, she realized, to see if she would lie to him. Elijah was no fool. He knew something was wrong.

“No.”

“Then what happened?”

She didn’t reply. What could she reply?

She suddenly felt two hands travel on her waist and her heart skipped a beat as she felt his power near her, as if it was a knife to her throat. She gasped then jumped, startled, before she pushed him away, stepping away from him in a nonsensical panic, causing her back to meet with the wardrobe behind her.

She stared with big eyes at the predator who could so easily kill her if he wished so. And though the act in itself would physically hurt, it wasn’t what she was most afraid of. Elijah was her friend, Elijah was more than that. She loved him, of all kinds of love, she’d felt it all, platonic, pure friendship, gratitude… The love a student had for a teacher, a victim had for a savior. The love of a teenage girl. A first love. A ridiculous love. One that hurt even when everything was perfect. No, she didn’t care about the physical pain. She was more troubled about her heart, her heart she had just given him. She would die if it weren’t real, she would die if he weren’t who she thought he was, she would die as if her heart were being ripped from her chest, she would die from grief, she would die from the heartache.

And at that moment, she thought she would die seeing the look on his face. A look of betrayal, as if someone had just ripped his heart out of his chest, as if she had just stepped on his heart, he had just given her.

“You’re scared of me,” he said, as if he didn’t believe it.

Just like she had done for the past twenty-four hours, trying to push the bad thoughts away, he had too, thinking he had to be wrong when she pushed him away, that she wasn’t scared of him because why would she be?

And those last twenty-four hours crumbled loudly inside of her head as his words echoed over and over again “you’re scared of me” he said like a sad puppy. As vulnerable as he could be, as she had ever seen him.

How could she think, even for one second, that this man wanted to hurt her, that this man had played her, played some kind of twisted game with her? How could she think so low of him? She would never forgive herself, she thought. She didn’t know that she had so much power, that she owned him. She realized, now, that he owned her too, and that even if only a day had passed, it had seemed like an eternity to be away from him, to avoid him, to think of him like a threat, as if he was dead somehow, as if he had never existed and all she had believed had been ripped away from her in the most cruel way.

Tears filled her eyes quickly and one fell on her cheek as she shook her head.

“No,” she breathed out before she hurried towards him.

She hugged him tight, burying her wet face in his chest and he embraced her as if he hadn’t seen her in years, as if he had lost her and had finally found her again.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said, “I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly as he rested his cheek on the top of her head, stroking her hair.

“Nothing,” she sniffed. “Nothing at all.”

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I’d Be the Choiceless Hope Chapter 7

Ship: Geraskier Word count: 19.674 (total) Chapter: 7/16 Summary:

“Such a nice, beautiful sound,” the fae crooned. “If only he were this way always.”

Julian’s mother stood up. She claimed she was prepared to stop the fae, to protect her baby, but in Julian’s darkest moments he doubted this part of the story. His mother loved him, of that he had no doubt, but she had been young and weary, and even years later, she couldn’t quite get the twinge of exhaustion out of her eyes when she recalled Julian’s infancy. Even if she had been keen on protecting him, the fae was too close, too fast, too set on his plan.

“A gift, for the new mother,” the fae continued. He leaned a hand in to stroke Julian’s cheek. “I give you the gift of obedience.”

As a baby, Jaskier was visited by a fae, who gifted Jaskier’s mother with Jaskier’s obedience. As Jaskier grew older, the “gift” became more of a curse.

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Jaskier didn’t wait for Geralt to wake up. Instead, he continued on westward. If Geralt had chosen the witch, Jaskier would simply have to rid himself of this curse on his own.

At least, that was what he convinced himself, before he stopped in White Bridge to drown his sorrows. How was he supposed to know that Geralt would also continue west, and find Jaskier without difficulty? It wasn’t as if he wanted it. Why would Jaskier ever want to see the love of his life, fresh from an encounter with a very sexy seductress, knit his eyebrows together in frustration at Jaskier’s drunken form?

“Geralt! Fancy meeting you here. Enjoy your evening?” Jaskier asked, cheersing Geralt with his half-empty tankard of ale. He was anything but cheery.

“Why did you leave?” Geralt asked, sitting down heavily beside Jaskier.

“Why did you ? What, the very sexy witch didn’t want a repeat performance?”

Geralt sighed heavily, and tried to take Jaskier’s ale away from him, but Jaskier twisted his body away. He downed the remaining drink in one long gulp, and by the time he turned back to face Geralt, Jaskier was faced with a very unimpressed frown.

“Yennefer had… other business to attend to.”

If Jaskier had been a good friend, he would have noted the wounded edge to Geralt’s voice. He had heard it often enough to recognize it, after all. Right now, though, Jaskier did not want to be a good friend. He wasn’t sure he had the ability to. He was a wretched, hurt, and selfish friend, and though Geralt deserved better, Jaskier hoped he would settle for Jaskier anyway.

“Well. Can’t win them all,” Jaskier answered, standing up and brushing off his trousers as he brushed off Geralt’s hurt.

He strode off, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder, slowing him down. Geralt fell into step beside Jaskier and Jaskier allowed the witcher to follow him to the room Jaskier had rented. If only he’d had the foresight to get a room with two beds, but he was no longer accustomed to the request.

Geralt sat on the bed, and his gaze upon Jaskier was expectant. Jaskier inserted himself between Geralt’s knees, still standing, and rested his hands on Geralt’s shoulders. Geralt held his hips. Jaskier could almost call them lovers. They certainly looked like it, now.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Geralt said, cutting through the silence. His thumbs rubbed along Jaskier’s hips, dipping underneath the hem of Jaskier’s trousers. Jaskier shivered.

“I hope you don’t think me that easy, Geralt,” Jaskier whispered. Geralt shook his head.

“Nothing about you is easy.”

Jaskier did not know what that meant, but Geralt seemed disinclined to elaborate. They did not lie together that night, beyond in the literal sense. Nor the next. Nor for many nights after that. Both of them nursed a quiet, secret hurt they were too scared to put words to. Jaskier led them both west, and if Geralt noticed, he did not comment.

Jaskier wanted to hate this witch for the way she had so clearly taken over Geralt’s mind, but Jaskier could hardly blame her. Hadn’t he, after all, fallen under the same sort of spell for Geralt? Hadn’t he been distant with lovers since, due to thoughts of his witcher? It was no more the sorceress’s fault that Geralt had fallen than it was Geralt’s fault that Jaskier had. Jaskier could be envious of her, but he could not be hateful. At least, not for this.

They were slower than usual. Jaskier had a sneaking suspicion Geralt was taking more contracts than usual for the distraction, and possibly to distance himself from Jaskier. If Geralt was too tired or wounded from a fight, that was an easy reason to say no to Jaskier’s advances. It was also an easy reason to avoid the advances altogether. Jaskier tried not to notice, but it hurt all the same.

There was a newly rare night when they were camping together , rather than Geralt sneaking back late after fighting some beast. Geralt had finished a contract earlier than expected, but the people in town were nasty to Geralt, and neither Jaskier nor Geralt felt like dealing with their ire. Jaskier plucked a tune on his lute as the darkness crept in, and Geralt tried to pretend as if he wasn’t listening.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” Geralt asked, so suddenly it startled Jaskier.

Jaskier looked up to find Geralt staring at him, his skin taut with frustration, deep lines on his forehead. He raised an eyebrow in return.

“When?” Jaskier asked, turning back to his lute. He had a feeling he knew, though.

“When the bandits tried to take you. When you were stabbed. Why did you let yourself be taken?”

Jaskier took a deep breath and shrugged. “I did. Fight back, that is. You were late to the party.”

“Jaskier, don’t make a fool of me--” Geralt cut himself off. He tried to bite back his sudden flare of anger, and Jaskier almost wished he wouldn’t. This was the most Geralt had spoken to him in days . Jaskier could handle Geralt’s anger far more than Geralt’s hurt, especially Geralt’s hurt at being lovelorn over someone else . “I followed you for a while. You did whatever that man told you to. You let him tie you up. Why?”

“Really took your time saving me, then, didn’t you?” Jaskier rolled his eyes.

He turned his gaze back to Geralt, but continued playing. The lines of frustration on Geralt’s face deepened until Geralt stood, then crossed the short distance between them. Jaskier rose, too, and they stood eye to eye. Geralt snatched Jaskier’s lute out of his hands, and Jaskier squawked indignantly, his hands, now empty, flying to his hips.

“Give that back .”

“No. Tell me why you didn’t fight back.”

“I did ,” Jaskier insisted, and he thanked the curse for small mercies that a half-truth seemed to suffice. “I did fight back. Then it got to a point where it wasn’t in my best interest. I was outnumbered and unarmed.”

“Because that’s ever stopped you before? You decided in that moment to develop the self-preservation skills enough to get yourself kidnapped rather than killed ?” Geralt shook his head. “You’re hiding something. What the fuck happened, Jaskier?”

Jaskier reached for his lute, but Geralt tugged it away. The witcher held it out of Jaskier’s reach, far behind his back, and unless Jaskier wanted to start an actual tussle for it, he figured it was a safe bet that Geralt would not be returning the instrument. Not without having this conversation to a point that was satisfactory for Geralt.

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Geralt! I did my best! I almost got away, with Roach, and then they got the jump on me. This was after I stabbed the other man, which seems to be a detail you’re overlooking. At that point, it was better to just be compliant and hope you’d make it in time. Apparently you just wanted to watch the show, though?” Jaskier jabbed a finger into Geralt’s chest. “I don’t have witcher healing like you do. I can’t just walk away from a slice across my throat.”

“You almost didn’t walk away from the knife in your side either!” Geralt spat.

Jaskier threw his arms wide, stepping back a bit for the dramatic effect of it all. “Oh, I’m sorry , next time when I’m throwing myself back onto someone who has a knife to my throat, I’ll be sure to avoid his flailing limbs! How irresponsible of me to just jump onto his weapon like that! It was my intention to put my insides on my outsides, but I’ll try to be more careful next time!”

Geralt shoved the lute into Jaskier’s chest, and Jaskier scrambled to grab the instrument before Geralt was storming away to the other side of the fire. Jaskier hesitated for a moment, then placed his lute gingerly on its case, before wheeling back to face Geralt.

“This wasn’t my fault, Geralt,” Jaskier began. He was still tense and angry, and his voice betrayed that, but he was no longer shouting at the witcher. “I did what I could to get away and protect your horse, but I was at a bit of a disadvantage. And it worked out fine , didn’t it? Gods, I think you have plenty to thank me for. After all, me getting wounded led to you getting your dick wet in a sorceress. It’s not my fault she doesn’t seem to be the commitment type.”

Geralt’s eyes flashed and he bared his teeth at Jaskier, but Jaskier wasn’t afraid of him; he never had been.

“Oh, yes, you’re so frightening,” Jaskier deadpanned, rolling his eyes. He knelt down, carefully putting his lute into the case, then straightened out his bedroll. “So we’re still not talking about that particular aspect of things. Add it to the list of things Geralt doesn’t talk about, right behind his fucking child surprise . Fine. Instead, you’ll just continue to try to avoid me by throwing yourself at monsters and you’ll brood on your own, as if this was all somehow my doing. As if this has been just a fun little jaunt for me. As if any aspect of watching you make yourself miserable over some sorceress you barely know is enjoyable for me.”

Jaskier sighed and removed his doublet, putting it away a tad more hastily than he normally would have. He laid on his bedroll and turned to his side, away from Geralt.

“Jaskier--”

“Goodnight, Geralt,” Jaskier said, with a great deal of finality.

They didn’t talk more that night. The next day they traveled in mostly silence, though Jaskier caught Geralt considering him many times. When they stopped for camp that night, Geralt sat a little closer to Jaskier than he had been, and that about broke him. The bard was nearing the end of his rope; he had already decided if things didn’t change soon, he would have to leave Geralt. The pain of being without him surely would be nothing compared to the pain of having him just within reach, but still so distant. Jaskier’s wasted heart couldn’t take it.

“That doesn’t rhyme,” Geralt said, out of the blue, as Jaskier composed out loud.

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, bewildered. Geralt so rarely commented on his music, much less his lyrics . “It doesn’t have to rhyme.”

Geralt shrugged. “Sounds better if it rhymes. I thought you wanted a hit.”

“And what, pray tell, would you know about writing a hit?”

“I know it’s not that.”

But he was actually sort of smiling at Jaskier, and Jaskier, well. Jaskier didn’t know what to do with that except smile back for a moment before grumbling down at his lute. Geralt soon came to regret commenting on Jaskier’s song, because Jaskier began to compose a filthy one about Geralt’s endowments, until the witcher was barking a laugh and pushing Jaskier over, begging him to stop.

They were on even ground again, after that. They could talk, Jaskier with ease and Geralt responding with some quip or other. Jaskier could touch him again, without fear of Geralt turning away from him.

Geralt began to seek out Jaskier’s easy affection. He hummed pleasantly as Jaskier pressed a hand to Geralt’s arm, he leaned into the way Jaskier washed his hair. When it was cold, and even some nights when it wasn’t, he wrapped Jaskier up in his arms to sleep, or allowed Jaskier’s arms to wind around him. And when Geralt finally approached Jaskier and took him to bed, Jaskier noticed the way Geralt was gentle with him. Tender, even.

Geralt held his face as if Jaskier was something fragile. The stars above them were beautiful, but absolutely nothing compared to the way Geralt’s amber eyes shone. Geralt undressed Jaskier slowly, like it was the first time, like they were just getting to know each other's bodies.

Jaskier bent into his every touch. As Geralt kissed his way along Jaskier’s body, Jaskier prayed to anyone that was listening. Don’t hurt me this time .

He should have known better by then not to ask for things he knew he couldn’t have.

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Obito x Reader [More to Us]

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Growing up with Obito had been a blessing and a curse. You were the best of friends, always together and always supporting one another. But you ended up falling in love with your best friend.

You are six months younger than Obito, and the two of you have been inseparable since you were born. When your mom brought you by to visit her best friend, Obito was infatuated with you. He was all smiles when you were around, and he cried the whole night that you were gone. As you grew older you both did everything together; learning to walk, talk, run, you went to school and graduated together, you went to every baseball game that he had, everything was done together. Not a day passed that you to weren’t together (you’re sure that there are pictures of you two bathing together when you were four). You tutored him when you were done with classes, he taught you how to play baseball, and on the weekends if you weren’t at a baseball game you would both play video games or Obito would try to teach you about playing shortstop.

However, your feelings towards Obito to changed as you got older. You had started to notice your true feelings for the bright eyed Uchiha when you started high school. At first it was little things, the way he smiled, the way he played baseball, the way he was always optimistic. Then it became the bigger things. How he gave 100% to anything that he did, how he always had your back, the way that he is everything positive in this world was wrapped up into one. After school one day you were helping Obito study for the upcoming math test. The two of you were in his room, sitting at the table and reviewing the equations that he needed to memorize. Thirty minutes into studying you looked up at him (he was concentrating hard on his paper so he didn’t notice). You looked over his facial features, his sharp jaw, soft eyes, the way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. All of it hit you like a freight train. Your heart stuttered as you thought about all the time that you have spent together. Over the years your feelings were lying dormant, and in that one moment they became apparent. You were in love with Obito. Your feelings only grew from there, but you pushed them aside to focus on your schooling and supporting Obito. They never fully became a problem until university.

You were getting lunch with Obito, he was ranting about some guy in his class that he didn’t like, when he suddenly stopped talking at the sound of the bell going off. Someone had walked into the restaurant and when you looked up you noticed that this person had Obito’s undivided attention. A girl walked in and place her order, she stood to the side to wait and Obito jumped out of his seat and walked over to her. The two started a conversation while you sat and waited, Obito made the girl laugh and smile before motioning to where you were sitting. The two walked over and Obito introduced you to Rin, you recognized her from your English class. You gave a smile and kept up pleasantries like you were always taught to do. Rin and Obito sat down next to each other and started chatting about a topic you knew nothing about, so you sat and fiddled with your food instead. Rin’s order was called and she left after grabbing her food and saying goodbye. It was after she was gone that Obito started in on how much he liked her, and how he wanted to go out with her. Needless to say, you weren’t hungry after that.

Since that day Rin started to hang out with you and Obito more frequently. On the weekends she would come over to play video games, during the week she joined your study session, at night she would accompany the two of you to dinner, and when there was a baseball game she was seated right next to you in the stands cheering for your friend. Whenever Rin was around you never failed to notice the blush the dusted Obito’s face. Obito always spent an hour after she left describing in detail how wonderful she was, and as his best friend you sat by his side and listened dutifully. This went on for months, until right before the championship tournament started up.

It was right after the university baseball team won a game that you finally meet Obito’s “rival”. Kakashi Hatake is the pitcher for the team (Obito was always grumbling about how much attention Kakashi got and how he wanted the spotlight on him). After the game, the entire team went out for dinner. This time you and Rin were invited along as well. Showing up with such a large party on short notice caused the hostess split you all up. You found yourself sitting at a table with Obito to your right, Rin in front of him, and Kakashi in front of you. It was this night that gave you clarity on where your relationship with Obito stood.

The gestures were subtle, but there. Rin adored Kakashi. You noticed it in the ways she would glance at him. There was love in her eyes. After everything she would quickly look to the silver haired man to catch his reaction (one that was hard to gauge with the mask that he wore). When she looked at Obito there was still a light, but not as intense. Rin was also finding minute reasons to interact with Kakashi; grabbing a napkin, reaching for the salt, asking to try some of his food. You knew the tactics well, and Kakashi was showing the same interest in her as Obito did in you. As the night started to wind down you grew a better understanding of Rin and hoped to mitigate the negative opinion you had on her and become her friend instead.

You started to talk with Rin more frequently. In class, you would sit next to her and outside of class too when you were hanging out your friendship grew. You even became better friends with Kakashi, which made Obito ecstatic to know his best friend and his new friends were getting on so well. But the major turning point came right before the playoffs.

You were sitting in the library studying for one of your upcoming tests when a bag was placed on the table next to you. When you looked up you were meet with silver hair and dark eyes.

“Yo.” Kakashi said as he sat down.

“Kakashi, what can I do for you?” You asked capping your pen and turning to give him your full attention.

“Hope you don’t mind if I sit here for a bit. My class got cancelled so I was going to do a bit of reading before practice.”

“No, I don’t mind at all.” You replied going back to your own reading. The two of you sat together adding in occasional small talk here and the before Kakashi left for practice and you went back to your room. As soon as you got to your room Rin was messaging you asking to come over. You replied with a quick ‘sure’ and soon there were knocks on your door.

“You were just hanging out with Kakashi.” She stated as she walked in and sat on your bed.

“Well, kind of.” You said, “I was working on homework and he was reading a book, but we did talk a small bit.” You explained sitting in your chair.

“Did, did he say anything about me?” She asked with a slight blush on her face.

“No, you didn’t come up. Why?”

“I read in this article that if a guy is talking to your friend it means that he is interested in you and is trying to learn more about you through them.” She animatedly explained.

“But Rin, we’re all friends.” You watched as her demeanor slightly wilted for a moment before it was back.

“Then you have to help me!”

“Huh?!”

“I need you to talk to Kakashi and see if he is interested in me!” She yelled jumping off your bed to stand in front of you. “Oh please, please, please. If there is only one request you will take let it be this one.” She begged.

“O-okay, okay, I’ll see what I can do, no reason to get worked up.” You said to her.

“Oh, Thank you so much!” She yelled once more throwing her arms around you.

And talk to him you did. However, it did not end as well as you had anticipated. The next time you meet up with Kakashi alone you started to ask him questions about relationships without giving it away that Rin was the one wanting to know. At the end of it you acquired some information for Rin and learned about Kakashi, but you were the only one that saw it as information gathering. Later that night you had Obito practically breaking down your door to talk to you.

“Gah! I’m so happy for you!” He cheered spinning you in a circle after you let him in.

“Thanks Obi, but what for?” You questioned.

“You and Kakashi are gonna start dating, right? Aw this is so awesome, I can ask out Rin and then the four of us can go out on double dates! It will be great!” He cheered. Your heart stopped.

“What do you mean ‘me and Kakashi’” you asked.

“He was just telling me about it at practice, all of those questions you were asking him when you guys were hanging out. He figured you were just too shy to ask him directly.” He said with a grin. At the same time your phone buzzed, ‘I just heard about you and Kakashi, congratulations’ the text read, but it was lacking her normal pep. ‘No, that’s not what happened, hold on and I will explain in a moment’ you typed back before turning to face Obito

“Listen, Obito, that’s not what happened.” You started to explain slowly. He now had a look of confusion on his cute face

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t asking for me. I was asking for- for a friend.” You stumbled out.

“Oh, well that’s okay, with Kakashi dating your friend, and you dating someone else then we can have triple dates.” He expressed, ever the optimist. You had to do it, you couldn’t lie to your best friend.

“Obito, th- that wouldn’t be possible,” You started slowly gaining his attention.

“What do you mean? Of course it -”

“No Obi,” you cut him off turning away from him slightly. “The reason I was asking Kakashi those questions, the person I was asking for, is Rin.” You said quietly. Silence stood between the two of you.

“Wh- what? I don’t understand.” He said.

“She really likes Kakashi, Obito. She asked me to talk to him for her, but I just didn’t really know how to go about it -”

“Stop it!” He shouted startling you. “Why? Why would you do that? You - you’re my best friend. And you knew that I like her so why?” He said in a calm that you had only seen during a serious baseball game before.

“I- I had to Obito -”

“Why!?” He yelled again turning to you, a small flash of red reflecting in his eyes.

“Because I know how she feels!” You yelled right back. “Because I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember and I know exactly how it feels -”

“So, you chose to help her for a selfish reason.” He stated.

“What? No, I did-”

“Yes, you did. You were hoping that if Kakashi and Rin got together than that would leave me for you, right?” Silence fell after he made that statement. Your heart plummeted at that moment, had you been doing that the entire time? The silence stood as you thought through everything that got said. “Ya’know, don’t show up to my games any more. I don’t want to be friends with you anymore if you are this selfish.” Obito said as he walked out of your room.

And that’s how you got to here.

Obito left, you collapse into your chair and stare at your hands in your lap. Fifteen minutes pass and your phone starts vibrating. Looking at it you see it is a message from Rin. You gather yourself, walk to her room, and knock on her door. Rin opens it with a stern look on her face until she see yours, then she quickly ushers you into her room and demands an explanation.

“And that’s what happened.” You finish telling your tale while hunched over a cup of tea that Rin handed you.

“Oh, sweetie, I had no idea that you liked him, or that he even liked me.” She said as she places her hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do Rin. Was it wrong for me to tell him? Was I being selfish? I-I don’t know.” You tell her dragging your hand over your face.

“Hmm. Hard question to answer. And since I have a bias I don’t think I can answer that for you.” Rin states while she sits next to you in thought. “I would just give him some time and space. I’m sure he’ll come around.” Rin smiles as she wraps her arm around you.

You leave Rin’s room and decide to follow her advice and give Obito some space. And it becomes really, really lonely. You quickly realize how much your life revolves around Obito. You eat by yourself, study by yourself and your free time is spent in your room.

Playoffs start on Friday, and as much as you want to go and watch, to cheer the team on, you are not allowed to. Obito told you to stay away and you are going to comply with his wishes. Rin messages you at the end of the game letting you know that they won their first game and that they were on their way back from the game. You set your phone to the side and go back to reading your textbook. You had read the same page about five times when there was a knock on the door. Standing up from your desk you walk over to the door. Upon opening it you see Kakashi standing there.

“Yo.” He says giving a wave.

“Hi, don’t take this the wrong way, but what are you doing here?” You ask leaning against the door frame.

“Mind if I come in?” He asks as he brushes past you. You move back into the room and close the door watching as he walks over and sits at your desk. “What happened between you and Obito.” He asks piercing you with his gaze. Realizing he isn’t going to let this go you decide to tell him. You sit next to him and tell him everything, start to finish. Then you sit in silence with your head dropped.

“Well, I knew Rin liked me. She didn’t exactly hide it. You are much better at hiding your feelings though. But I don’t think Obito is as mad as you think he is. At least not at you.” Kakashi explains to you.

“But, Kakashi, He said-”

“I think he is more mad at himself. For not realizing your feelings, and the fact that he most likely shares those feelings.” He tells you leaning toward you, making direct eye contact.

“What do you mean?” You ask him.

“Monday when you were asking me all those questions. At baseball practice I told Obito about it. His first reaction wasn’t the happiness that he showed. It was brief, but when I told him I thought you liked me he was upset. After you two talked, he was miserable all week. He is normally annoying with all the energy he has but he was quiet this whole week. And today he played three innings before coach benched him because he missed easy balls and screwed up three plays in a row.” Kakashi explains before staring at you. You stare right back at him sitting in the quiet.

“That doesn’t change what he said to me. He wants nothing to do with me right now.”

“Like I said, I think he’s mad at himself. Talk to him and see his opinion on it now.” Kakashi stands up and walks out of your room, leaving you to think about what he just said.

Steeling your nerves you stand up from your seat and make the trek to Obito’s room. Standing outside of his door you gather the courage to knock on the door. It opens and standing in front of you is Obito, who looks surprised to see you.

“Hi,” You start meekly, “mind if I come in?” He opens the door wider gesturing you in. You both walk in and sit at the small table he has.

“I heard you guys won today, congratulations.” You say but see his face turn grim, probably reflecting on his bad performance. “I missed seeing you play.” You whisper into the silence of the room.

“I- I missed seeing you at the game.” He finally says causing you to look up at him. “And I missed you for this past week too.” He confesses while trying to hide the blush on his face. “I’ve realized, that I really need you in my life. And that my crush on Rin is just that. You have been there for me through everything. You have only missed one baseball game and that is my fault. You’ve tutored me, looked out for me, and been the best friend that I could ask for. I realize that you were only trying to be that good of a friend for Rin too. If you’ll forgive me, I want you back in my life, but as more than my best friend” Obito finishes telling you as he grabs your hand looking down at the table.

“Obito, you could never get rid of me.” You say turning your hand over to hold his. “Missed you too, and if this means that we can be at least friends again then sure. Let’s give ‘This’ a chance.” You reply squeezing his hand and smiling at him. A smile that he returns with a full watt grin.

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