#but rejoice when they realize how much they still love each other
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A Story for Star Trek Day
I've told this story on Twitter before. I tell it every Star Trek Day and whenever a Deep Space 9 anniversary rolls around. It's about me and Avery Brooks (aka Best ST Captain Benjamin Sisko).
The college my mother went to specifically started recruiting top Black students in the 60s. Due to this, the Black kids all mostly knew each other as they were in that same program. Avery Brooks went to the same college and they were good friends.
(She once told me he had a huge crush on her and I was like MOM. MOTHER. WHAT. HOW COULD YOU HE COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.)
Anyway, many of the students in this program remained friends long after college. So over the years as Avery was getting TV gigs & such we would all watch cuz he was my mom's friend & I thought that was the coolest. There was one particularly fun night when my best friend's uncle, Frankie Faison, guest starred on A Man Called Hawk. TWO people we know on TV!
When I was in middle school Avery was touring his production of "Paul Robeson" and it came through our town, so I got to see him perform in person (awesooooome) and meet him for the first time since I was a baby (which I did not remember, of course).
Now, backing up a little bit: I am a Star Trek fan because of my mom. She loved the original series and I remember being a wee Tempest in front of the TV watching The Wrath of Khan and us excitedly going to see Star Trek IV together.
I watched TNG from the instant it appeared on TV because of her. I watched all of The Animated Series even though everyone looked "wrong". (Man... it took me 4 months to realize that dude in the red shirt was Scotty cuz I'd only ever seen movie Scotty.)
Then... they announced Deep Space 9.
We heard Avery Brooks would be the commander and there was MUCH rejoicing around our house. DS9 turned out to be the best Trek ever and, of course, Avery was awesome. This was around the time my mom dropped that "he had a crush on me but I wasn't interested" bombshell.
I'm still bitter.
I mean, I love my dad he's great. But SISKO COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.
I lost my mom in 1999. She was--and I'm not exaggerating--an extraordinary woman and beloved by many. I received so many beautiful messages of condolence from her friends all the way back to those college years, including Avery. So many people remembered her fondly. <3
I kept watching Star Trek and often talked to her as if she was there during episodes. She would have LOVED Discovery. Especially since she took me to RENT the year I started college. I'm sure she would have shared my opinion of Enterprise as well. But she loved her some Scott Bakula, so she would have watched, anyway.
I got the chance to interview Avery Brooks at DragonCon back in 2013 (jeez, it's been almost 10 years omg). Before the interview, I went up to him on the Walk of Fame and I said:
Hi, I'm (name K stands for) Bradford, I don't know if you remember me...
And he looked up and said: Of course I remember you.
We talked for a bit and I asked if I could come back and interview him later and he said yes (he wasn't supposed to; his handler had A LOOK). I didn't want to hold up his line, so I said I'd see him later.
Before I could go, he reached out for my hand and squeezed it before saying: I loved your mama, you know.
And we just stayed like that for a few seconds, missing her together.
...I might have been trying very hard not to burst into tears.
That DragonCon was the last time I saw Avery. Barring an extraordinary circumstance, that's probably the last time I'll see him in person. I'm glad we got to have that moment together. And we had a great conversation!
His contribution to Trek has meant so much to me. SISKO4EVA
And I'm glad that it's another tie between me, my mom, and Trek. I can't watch DS9 without hearing her voice giving color commentary. Even the episodes she didn't live to see.
I think Star Trek is part of what gave her hope for the future. She passed that on to me. ❤️🖖🏾❤️
Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate.
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Fatui headcanons 1
Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.
Warning!
Some Fatui have yet to appear in the game, so the characters may deviate from their later canon versions.
La Signora
✧ It's not like she was your mother. The best part of her character died with her lover. But it was hard not to feel anything for the woman who had been your mentor for several years. She personally chose you as her protégé. She gave advice and trained. Always saying that she doesn't know what it's all for because she can never be stopped so that someone like you could take her place.
✧ I let you go with me only because Tsaritsa told us to train recruits. She repeated these words and the like very often. But when anyone dared to question you, she always stood up to them. If any of Fatui's lower ranks dared to talk back to those above them, she would eliminate them without batting an eyelid. But she let you talk back, telling you to know your worth. Her student can't let herself be pushed around. That would be bad for her.
✧ When you heard he was dead, you didn't want to believe it. Perhaps many would have rejoiced at your position but you just felt empty. You knew you could do everything you were supposed to do and you would be honored to serve her majesty but joy was somewhere on the side. The first thing you wanted to know was how and where she died. You promised yourself that one day you would slay Raiden Shogun. It was your duty to avenge La Signora.
Pantalone
✧ You met him before he climbed to the top. He was a poor man with no vision. Over time, he developed an unhealthy obsession with the gods. Why did so many people have visions and the two of you didn't It was unfair.
✧ Together you tried to survive on the street. It was a strange time. Sometimes you starved to death. However, your relationship was not based on trust. Some shared food when it was scarce. You shared the spoils according to the amount of work you put in, with no reduced tariffs. Sometimes you went so far as to steal from each other, bringing less than you needed.
✧ Pantalone was usually better at planning jumps and actions. He taught you some nice tricks, including how to manipulate people. He usually chose easier targets. You were a proponent of force solutions.
✧ When given a chance to climb to the top, he abandoned you without hesitation. You always knew he was capable of this. But it wasn't until it really happened that you realized how hurt you were anyway. So when the Fatui asked you to join their ranks a year later, you agreed. Also to face Pantalone one day when you've achieved a lot.
✧ You first saw him again at your mentor's funeral. He was rarely in your area, so you only heard about him. Everything you wanted to tell him slipped out of your head. You only responded to his polite smile and handshake, then walked away.
Tartaglia
✧ As the youngest member of the crew, he often talked to you. He was very popular with recruits. There have been many occasions when Fatui's seniors have charged him with taking care of you during your training. You were always ranked number one, so naturally he wanted to challenge you. It was an honor, so you didn't even think of refusing.
✧ Over time, private training in the form of sparring entered your blood. When you came under La Signora's wing, you stopped. You already had a new teacher and Tartaglia didn't like your mentor very much. Still, he used to pick on you when he came back to Snezhnaya. He loved teasing you. Especially if you've been sitting on paperwork.
✧ At La Signora's funeral, he sided with you and Arlecchino. He himself knew what it was like to be away from his homeland and the vision of death outside of it was terrible. When he supported you, he looked at you the whole time. After the ceremony, he came over to ask how you feel in your new role and if you want to face him. You knew he wouldn't ask about your mentor but you knew his approach to family. It was kind of his attempt to comfort you, so you went to the training ground.
Il Dottore
✧ You never expected that one of your first assignments would involve working with this man. But Tsaritsa's will is sacred and you were the new Harbinger. You had to adapt. You didn't miss him. It would even be safe to say that he scared you. All the rumors you heard about him were nasty. And, as it turned out later, true.
✧ You were tasked with overseeing the security of his lab in Liyue. He produced machines there but not only. He was fascinated by Abyss. What's worse, he's taken it upon himself to keep you informed of all his steps. For some reason, the Dottore thought he'd do what he could to interest you in the subject. Like it or not, you had to listen. Over time, you noticed that you saw meaning in his words and it scared you.
✧ One unlucky day you had to leave the factory with the entire crew. There wasn't much time. You saved his life when several Ruin Guards rioted at once against him. He just laughed the whole way, running away. He said it would be too weak of an end for a genius like him. You've said a few things that would make more than one of the higher-ups try to kill you. But he just laughed again. You're stuck with him now.
#genshin impact x reader#pantalone x reader#il dottore x reader#la signora x reader#fatui harbingers#childe x reader#headcanons#x reader#dottore#pantalone#ajax#tartaglia#la signora#genshin impact#over teyvat#childe
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my boy only breaks his favourite toys — lewis hamilton x nico rosberg (full work)
chapter 1 - found
cw: angst at maximum level, some fluff, some smut
summary: lewis and nico let out their feelings after years of silence. chapter set in 2024z
They smiled at each other that day.
Maybe because Nico rejoiced when Lewis took P2, or maybe because he couldn’t stop talking about him during the commentary, but Lewis smiled at him when their eyes met in the paddock. Nico thought he had never seen a cutest thing in the world. He smiled back.
That smile made him happy for some time.
And then, some days later, coming back after work, he was looking at him rushing to get into the building elevator he was in. Nico held the door open, and Lewis seemed to realize just now who he was going to share the ride with.
“Hi.” The Brit said.
He was wearing a purple sweatshirt, sunglasses, earphones in his ears and untied braids that made his hair look longer. He was breathtaking, as always.
He managed to say hi back to him, watching him step into the lift. Lewis pressed his floor button.
There it was. That awkward silence none of them got used to. It obviously already happened, since they lived in the same building. The formal greeting left room to minutes of painful uneasiness. At least by his side, since Lewis was always so concentrated on his music. That day he took the earphones off.
“Nice race.”
Lewis turned to face him. He definitely wasn’t expecting him to begin a conversation. “Thanks.”
It was difficult to read his expression with the sunglasses on. Nico hated it. He didn’t have them when he smiled at him days before.
“I was rooting for you.”
The sentence seemed to stun Lewis even more if it was possible.
“I saw that.” His eyes were fixed on the door, serious, but his hand holding his arm in a self reassuring gesture betrayed him. “You never did.”
Nico wasn’t sure if he meant he never did that back in the days or in recent times. Still, it almost tore his heart apart. “That’s not true.”
Fortunately or not, the elevator reached Lewis’ floor. The man stepped outside without hesitation. “Have a good day.” He said, in something that could have been both a sarcastic tone and a sincere wish.
The doors closed.
That was the closest encounter they had in years, besides the interviews and the formalities. And the Christmas presents for his daughters Lewis’ never forgot.
Whenever Nico happened to see him in the paddock or interview him, it ended with him thinking about Lewis non stop for the following days. About how good he looked, about his voice and his hands and his beautiful big brown eyes. Seeing him with a different girl every month made jealousy stuck in his throat and made him wish he was the one walking around holding his hand. At least he wasn’t in a long-lasting relationship. It was so selfish of him to be glad about that. Then with time passing the feeling always slowly disappeared, and he came back to his family life with Vivian, forgetting about his voice and his hands and his eyes. Though trying not to say his name during sex was still hard.
That time wasn’t different, if not it was worse. The words they exchanged in the elevator tormented his mind for days. Lewis again hadn’t seem happy to see him, but Nico was sure he didn’t imagine that smile at the race. It was real.
And so there he was, a week later, right in front of Lewis’ apartment door, after sleepless nights and changing his mind God knows how many times. He was an F1 driver, but nothing scared him in his life as much as being there in that moment. It took all the courage he had in himself. The fear was of loosing his best friend. The fear was of loosing the love of his life. And maybe it was too late, but he had to try. He had to try one last time, to be sure nothing could be repaired. He would regret it forever else way.
He knocked.
No answer. He knocked again. Part of him wished he wasn’t home.
He was about to leave and turn back to his own apartment when he heard the door unlocking.
Suddenly, seeing Lewis standing there in front of him, in white t-shirt and home shorts, looking at him so confused, Nico instantly wanted to excuse himself and run away.
“Nico?”
He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he put them in the jacket’s pockets.
“What do you want?” His tone wasn’t aggressive. It was emotionless, and that hurt.
“I need to talk to you.” Nico didn’t even know where he had found the strength to speak.
“Are you okay?”
Nico avoided the question. “I just want to talk.”
“Is it work related?”
“No it’s not.”
A pause followed. Nico wanted superpowers just to know what Lewis was thinking. He was ready to see the door slammed in his face, but instead, to his surprise, he saw Lewis move aside to let him in.
The house was very different from the last time he had seen it. Minimal forniture, dark colours, warm lights. “Nice place.”
A wagging Roscoe looking for snuggles run to his feet. Nico lowered to pet him. Roscoe leaned to the contact. He recognized him. That put a little smile on Nico’s face, and on Lewis’ too.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“Maybe some water, thank you.”
Lewis proceeded to bring it to him. It was so weird seeing him in such a domestic contest. It was nostalgic. Their fingers brushed against each others when Nico took the glass in his hand.
He took a sip and then placed it on the kitchen countertop.
Lewis was impatiently waiting for him to speak. “So?”
Nico regained courage. “I know it’s late, I know it’s been years, but I needed to tell you some things about us.”
Lewis sighed. “Nico, I don’t really want to–“
“Listen, I wanted to say sorry for what happened between us. I didn’t mean all the things I said to you. I was an asshole. I know I can’t make up for it, but you have to believe me, I truly am sorry. And I’ll forever miss what we had.”
Nico was sinking his nails in his palms so hard it was hurting. His gaze stood on the side, not able to look at the man. But when he did, Lewis’ expression wasn’t apathetic anymore. The unsure frown turned into a genuinely sad look. That was the first time in a long time Nico saw something on his face besides fake formality or his media mask.
“Nico, we were bad for each other, it’s better this way.”
“I don’t feel better.”
“You apologised. I accept it. That’s it.”
“You’re the best thing that happened in my life. You expect me to move on just like that?”
“Nico, it’s been years. You’ve got a wife, a family. There’s no place for me in your life. And even if there was, we hurt each other too much, we can’t go back.”
“Then just say you moved on and I’ll go away.” At this point Nico’s face was wet with tears without him even realizing it. Lewis looked at him with pain in his eyes. “Just say you don’t love me anymore I swear you won’t see me ever again.”
Silence followed again. Nico shook his head, turned his back and walked to the door. He knew it was a mistake.
A hand seized his wrist. “Nico wait.”
Lewis couldn’t resist and surrounded him with his strong arms, letting him rest his face on his shoulder. Nico hugged him back. It was the best feeling he’d ever felt in years. His heartbeat was accelerating and tears were soaking Lewis’ shirt. He caressed his neck and hair and Nico held him closer. “I treated you so badly too and I’m sorry. You know how much I hate seeing you like this.”
Lewis’ hands left his back to wipe the tears off his face. Their foreheads were close. Nico noticed the other’s eyes shifting on his lips. His hands were now back on his hair, then moved down on his jaw and then on his shoulders. Nico shivered at the touch.
Lewis brushed his lips on his. Gently he captured him in a kiss.
Nico’s stomach made a flip, almost hurting. Lewis’ lips were soft and warm. Nico entwined his fingers in his braids when the kissed turned desperate. As soon as their tongues touched, his mind went back way before 2016. Not when their friendship was painful and messed up, but when they were teenagers. When they kissed the first time, the second, the third. Lewis’ tasted like childhood, he tasted like home.
He felt him pulling him closer and closer, their bodies addicted to each other just as their mouths.
Lewis’ lips slowly left his, which caused him to immediately feel emptied. “I will never stop loving you, Nico. That’s why I need to let go of you.”
He touched his cheek one last time and then stepped away.
Nico wiped his own tears off his face with the sleeve of the jacket. He won’t beg for his attention. He got it. It was too late.
“I forgive you Nico, but I can’t do this again.”
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МК1 AU, where Hanzo Hasashi is not rebirthed
After Ahsoka's ending, I cried my eyes out all over and then thought of my AU.
[Hanzo Hasashi] What if Hanzo became a ghost again? But he was no longer seeking revenge, but peace?
It took him a long time to forgive Lin Kuei, yet even longer to forgive himself.
He quietly watched as Liu Kang restarted the timeline. As the universe breathed life, and with it came death. Thousands, millions of lives drifted away through the eons, and Hanzo realized for a moment that being human was much harder and more exciting. As much pain as he saw in the hearts of humans, he also saw boundless happiness.
He learned to rejoice in the little things and to have a deep understanding of those who had stepped on the path of evil. He learned how to curb anger and hatred.
But the hardest part was learning to let go of those he loved more than his own life.
After many more eons, he finally saw them.
Harumi was still as beautiful and majestic as ever. There was a goodness and strength in her soul that Hanzo could not have had in his lifetime. She cared for other people she didn't know in her previous life. But Hanzo couldn't blame these 'children', they weren't the ones who had hatred and dislike for Shirai Ryu. They were the ones who had created it.
Hanzo would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it. If his Kuai Liang had found out that his counterpart was now Scorpion, he would have definitely frozen with shock. If his Harumi found out that she was now married to someone else….. Hanzo didn't know how his beloved would react.
It all seemed unfair.
But on the other hand, if he wasn't with them, maybe they could have the happiness they deserved. They could give Satoshi a long life full of joy and adventure.
A lot had happened since they had defeated Shang Tsung, defeated Havik….. and made peace with Bi-Han. His worst enemy… and his sin. Watching this man who dreamed of becoming Grandmaster of a powerful clan manage to escape the clutches of darkness, avoid his fate of becoming Noob Saibot, was a true blessing. Bi Han was able to suppress his insatiable greed, learned patience and forgiveness, and restored his clan's honor, once again becoming the protector of the Earthrealm with Shirai Ryu.
Kuai Liang regardless of whether he was Sub-Zero or Scorpion, he was still the same Kuai Liang he had once known. Loved. And still does. He was brave and righteous, knew regret and pain, but unlike Hanzo he was able to muffle it all and not follow the path he himself had once walked. Kuai Liang deserved his title, bestowed upon him by the clan for his strength and heart. Just as he deserved to be Shirai Ryu's Grandmaster and, as bitter as it was, to be Harumi's husband. To be Satoshi's father. With him, his family has a chance to live happily ever after.
A chance they wouldn't have if he was with them.
Perhaps it was time for him to let go and forgive himself.
"You will not show yourself to them, my dear friend?"
"They don't need to."
"They miss you."
Liu Kang never lied. Not to friends, not to enemies.
The very thought that his loved ones, even without knowing much about him, still missed him warmed his dead heart.
"My place is in the old world, amidst the agony and pain we endured. I will keep them until my time comes."
"When they remember, they will be miserable, Hanzo. They will look for you, all of them."
"Then I entrust them to you, my friend. You will do the right thing."
"That is cruel. But I respect your choice. Farewell, Hanzo Hasashi."
The two once allies bowed to each other.
Hanzo took one last look at the happy faces of his loved ones and disappeared with the falling fire petals of the Fire Garden.
He was at peace at last.
P.S. I'm crying Anakin is so😭
P.S.2 Now I need a fullstory for this AU, but I don't think I could handle this(
#mk1#mk#kuai liang#bi han#mortal kombat 1#hanzo hasashi#harumi shirai#hanzo x kuai#hanzo hasashi x harumi hasashi#subscorp#subscorprumi#mk1 2023#post mk1#bi han got redemption#hanzo found peace#dead hanzo au#mk scorpion#mk sub zero
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Gwynriel Weeks Day 6
For this day of @gwynrielweeksofficial I would like to propose, in addition to a subversion of the usually male-driven realization of the mating bond, also a possible friendship between Gwyn and Elain. I hate when authors pit women against each other for the sake of a man, and both characters, who I find could get along extremely well, are very dear to me, so I hope you could enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it (on company time, so please don’t be mad if you find some mistakes).
Prompt: Mates
Words: 1021
Gwyn had never been very interested in the concept of mates before meeting Elain. Nesta's younger sister, but not the youngest of the Archerons, had the High Lord himself take her to the library to find out more about what could happen in case she decided to reject the bond tethering her to Lucien Vanserra and stayed at the House for a few nights, waking up early in the morning and going to bed late at night, her lovely button nose buried in the pages and her back bent over countless books. At first, Gwyn hadn’t approached her. Something had happened between the lady and Azriel, and although she had no right to be jealous, she had felt a note of annoyance at the idea. She had felt guilty, because the priestesses had taught her not to be possessive, and childish, since Azriel didn’t look at her like that, but in the end curiosity and kindness had won, and when Elain had asked her for help, they ended up chatting. She was different from how she had imagined her, not a warrior in the physical sense of the word, but a resilient creature, still torn between her mortal and Fae selves.
“I shouldn’t bore you with this nonsense,” she told her one afternoon, over a cup of hot tea. But Gwyn wasn’t bored, on the contrary, the more she listened, the more she understood about herself too. She had suffered a little when she saw her leave, declaring that her mind was clearer but she still needed to think before deciding, but she soon rejoiced when she saw her return, a basket full of apple and cinnamon biscuits, which she had told her were her favourites.
“I’ve realized I can’t choose if I don’t leave the Night Court’s comfort zone. Here every time I meet him I’m monitored, with Rhysand and Feyre watching my every move and Nesta and Azriel ready to slit his throat at the slightest hint of discomfort on my part. They don’t seem to understand ours isn’t a normal bond, and before establishing a relationship there will be moments of sadness to face together, embarrassing conversations that will have to be had in order to figure out if we want to continue in that direction, and maybe some mistakes will be necessary too to make things right,” she had said once they were alone.
“So you mean to leave?” Gwyn had asked, and unexpectedly she felt her heart tighten in her chest at the idea of losing her.
“Not permanently,” her new friend had replied, “and whenever I will return, I will come here to tell you about my travels and ask if you would like to join us. Rhysand would be thrilled to know that in addition to two emissaries, one of his spies would have free access to all Courts.”
Gwyn had blushed at that implication, she was still in the midst of her training and no one should know about it, but Elain had mentioned it so casually she had probably seen her succeed in one of her visions. They had never talked much about her powers, except when she told her she had seen images of her and her mate together, making her not particularly surprised when, on the third or fourth visit, she announced with a beaming expression that she had accepted the bond.
“I prepared a great dinner, and forced him to eat everything like a civilized being before approaching me,” she had told her, and they had laughed at the matter, exchanging the recipes mentioned and whispering like little girls who feared being caught discussing something forbidden when the details of the frenzy became obscener. Gwyn had never spoken that way to Emerie and Nesta, who knew what had happened to her in Sangravah, but she still found it refreshing, and it helped her delve into some of the more suggestive reading that her friends had never recommended to her. Not that she didn’t talk with Nesta about her relationship with Cassian, but the Lord of Bloodshed and her fellow Valkyrie were more tumultuous, caught up in constant bickering that ended in wild, noisy sex. It was a different bond, because they were different people than Elain and Lucien, all properness and secrecy, but they made her curious about other mated couples. The most obvious was the relationship between the High Lord and Lady, a connection based on sharing: he was part of her, they spoke telepathically, they flew together with those special wings only they possessed and they had a death pact, to go down the road to death at the same time. A little codependent, for Gwyn’s taste, but after all it wasn’t up to her to judge, since she didn’t have a mate of her own.
Obviously, like any girl, she had thought about the characteristics she would like her Cauldron chosen to have. A strong male but capable of infinite sweetness, who knew how to work with his hands and at the same time caress her as if she was the most fragile creature in the world. An intelligent Fae incapable of presumption, who listened to her talk endlessly about the things she had learned and in turn had something to teach her. She would’ve liked them to have shared interests, and she had revelled in the idea he was someone who didn’t constantly need external reassurance, someone who saw her and her truth as enough, but it was only a daydream, qualities she could’ve found in anyone and not necessary a mate, although every now and then the idea of belonging to someone who could understand her soul, she who had no certain roots and who had lost her entire family, intrigued her. But it was just a game, definitely not something she expected to find far from Prythian, in an unknown village, in the middle of a dangerous mission, in the form of the only non-foreign person within miles. A wave of panic washed over her at the overwhelming realization that Azriel Shadowsinger was her mate, and under no circumstances should he find out.
#gwynrielweeks2024#azriel shadowsinger#gwyneth berdara#elucien#lucien vanserra#elain archeron#gwyn x elain frienship supremacy#gwyn doesn't like the high lord and lady that much#but i get it because they treated nesta pretty badly#nessian#nesta archeron#cassian
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from you're where I wanna go after this snippet
“Penny for your thoughts?” Lucy asks. She’s sunk further into the couch, leaning back at an angle with both legs tucked beneath her, and one stockinged foot dangling off the edge.
He debates whether he wants to tell her that his brain is scattered in different directions. How he’s rejoicing about never having to confront his mother again, while lamenting that he couldn’t be someone she loves. How he’s secured something of a future for his sister knowing they may never see each other again.
Ultimately he decides to keep it all to himself. In his current unguarded state he’s likely to keep talking and eventually say something about Eddie. That's a wound he’s unwilling to cut open tonight.
“Just tired I suppose.” He stands up and moves to replace the chair. “Think I’m going to change out of this stuffy suit and get some sleep. Obviously you can take the bed.”
Buck walks away before she can call his bluff. He changes into pajamas and brushes his teeth in the bathroom connected to the bedroom. When he comes out Lucy is sitting on the edge of the mattress, still in her dress and fiddling with her wedding band. He studies her for a moment, sensing the weight of his own ring and all the expectations it carries.
“Regrets?” He can’t help but ask even though she laid out the terms of their arrangement.
Lucy lifts her head to meet his gaze. The left corner of her mouth turns up in a half smile, but her eyes tell a different story. There’s a sort of dolefulness in them that makes him wonder about any disappointments or heartbreaks she might have tucked away in the name of self preservation. If perhaps she has an Eddie in her past. Neither one of them has offered much beyond superficial information so he supposes it’s possible.
“No.” She shakes her head and busies her hands with unpinning her hair. “No regrets. Not about this.”
About what then? He wants to ask, but it’s none of his business. Instead he lets her answer be enough, deciding that she’ll tell him if she wants to.
“See you in the morning then, Miss Donato?”
That gets her to smile – a real one – and simultaneously eases some of his own maudlin thoughts.
“See you in the morning, Mr. Buckley.”
He retreats to the sitting room, closing the bedroom door behind him. A pillow and extra blankets, that Lucy must have put there, are already waiting for him. He huffs an amused chuckle and begins making himself comfortable. The couch is, fortunately, long enough for him to stretch his legs without hitting against the armrest.
After what is probably several minutes, but feels like mere seconds, his eyelids grow heavy, encouraging him to let go of the day. To rest for the journey ahead. And when Buck wakes in the morning, he realizes that his dreams were blissfully empty. There were no traces of coffee colored irises capable of piercing his soul, calloused hands made rough from labor that manage to caress with an unexpected gentleness, or perfect teeth behind plush lips that bite and soothe. While it’s likely for the best – is it really? – that knowledge doesn’t stop the fear that Eddie is beginning to slip away from him permanently.
#idk how i feel about all of it#it's unedited so...#anyway#i should have limited myself#but i'm tired af and lack impulse control today#plus i kinda want some validation#wip wednesday#fic: you’re where i wanna go#buddie wip#queerplatonic relationship#lavender marriage#hippo writes#historical au
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Love And Justice (Genshin Impact)
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genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, mistaken identity, crime, she fell first he fell harder, second chance
Part Five
"I was really surprised when I received a legal announcement, you know!"
Yanfei exclaimed as I sat on the other side of the table. She was still standing up, and looking a bit distressed.
She showed the letter she spoke of, It was a notice of her presence being needed and requested by the Court Of Fontaine to defend my case. Marissa's name was inserted instead of mine, however, I'm sure she would've realized it was me.
"I'm sorry," I said sincerely. "I couldn't be bothered to take one of Fontaine's incompetent people, you see.
Yanfei sighed and took a sit and her head fell. The trial is yet to start but my lawyer acts as if we have already lost.
"I didn't want to come but I'm indebted to you so...."
"I know"
Yanfei is someone whom I have known in one of my travels in Liyue, we are not particularly close to the point of regarding each other as friends. But I had considerably been a great help to Yanfei. Now is the time for her to return the favor, whether she dislikes the law of Fontaine as much as I do or not.
On cue, Yanfei cleared her throat and took a wad of documented papers from her bag, and placed it on top of the table with a loud 'bang'. She's taking the case seriously now, I see.
"According to the charges pressed against you, or more precisely, your sister, she kidnapped a 7-year-old child named Elona. She held her for about half a year and demanded ransom in exchange for Elona's safety. The parents witnessed how your sister took their daughter away from them and have been continuously paying the amount needed every month for their daughter not to get sold off. Recently, they only got the courage to formally accuse her of the crime to the Court Of Fontaine."
"However, in reality. Instead of treating their one and only daughter with care and love, the parents abused Elona on a daily occurrence, may it be physical or verbal, and neglected her to rot in the streets alone. Which is where your sister had met her. Elona's parents are also part of an abduction and human trafficking group. They are responsible for the recent human disappearances in Fontaine and in other regions as well, they're targeting small villages and masking the vanishing as an attack from Teyvat's monsters. They might be using you as a scapegoat and cover for their crime."
Yanfei declared. It made me smile at how prepared she already is despite summoning her abruptly.
"Your case is also told to be related to the infamous 'Fontaine's missing children case' that has remained unsolved for about twenty years now."
"How did that happen?"
Yanfei shook her head to the side and crossed her arms.
"I'm not sure about that part. I didn't get much information. It was strictly confidential."
I nodded my head in understatement.
"It'll be tricky to get you out of here as soon as possible, to be honest"
"But not entirely impossible, correct?"
"Yeah. With actual alibi to prove you are not related to it at any point and necessary evidence I can get you out." Yanfei concluded but sighed. Again. For how many times has it been?"
"If information is our only issue, then you do not need to worry."
"How??? It's the most essential part! I can't defend you properly without it! It doesn't help if we rely on rumors or if we try to avoid them! It's unavoidable!"
"Settle down, Yanfei. I know someone who can fetch one for us."
Yanfei squinted her eyes. Bewildered with how calm I am being.
"You already have it planned out, don't you?"
"Of course." I smiled at her. "You'll be able to meet my informant outside and give you the imperative details you request."
"Yay! Then everything's solved already!"
Yanfei cheerfully rejoiced to the point of hopping around the room as she celebrated. After all, she wouldn't have to overwork or tire herself considering I have everything prepared and ordered. I only require a third person to oversee the case as my eyes and body are outside this fortress.
For a moment, Yanfei froze and looked back at me. I raised my brow at her.
"You're sure that your sister is innocent, right?"
That sounds offending, but I'll let it pass. "As innocent as a newborn child."
I have everything organized. I devised my plan during the ten-hour stay in the Fortress even way before I was arrested. All the verification and documentation to support Yanfei's defense is flawless. The phrases I would and should say against the honor, anything whatsoever the parents would accuse me of, is wholly prepared.
So, how did this happen? Why did Marissa do this?
"According to the judgment of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale, Lady Marissa is — guilty."
#genshin imagines#genshin impact#genshin impact fanfics#wriothesley#genshin wriothesley#angst#fanfic#wriothesley x reader
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fools ⋆ sanji x reader
summary: sanji loved you too much to care. a prelude mini fic.
♡: gender neutral reader. 500+ words. sfw content.
sanji cringes when his heavy footsteps cause the wooden floorboards to creak underneath his weight, glancing back to make sure none of his crew mates had woken up. other than some light stirring, he was in the clear, so he made his exit and slowly shut the door behind him.
he was getting lazy, and he knew why; the eagerness that built up in his chest at the thought of spending another night with you was getting too enticing. sanji no longer cared who heard, saw, or knew about the two of you, realizing that his feelings had grown beyond what the two of you had agreed upon.
once lustful desires and steaming glances at one another turned into longing and sparkling eyes full of love, at least for sanji. the nose bleeds and crimson red blushes were short-lived and replaced by late-night conversation and passionate kisses he had never known.
he no longer wished to lay beneath the covers with you every other week, but every single night. instead of subtly making your favorite meals, he wanted to proclaim it to the whole crew that every meal is inspired by you. he wanted to be yours and for you to be his.
sanji didn’t know how much longer he’d allow his fear of rejection to consume him, eat him alive, and spit him out until his silent sobs are what lulled him to sleep instead of your warm embrace.
he feels he’s a fool to even think these thoughts about someone like you.
his knocks on the wood of the door are light, but you still smile when you recognize them, whispering for him to come in.
you pat the seat next to you, gesturing for him to sit down as you point out the book in front of you, explaining it in thorough detail.
sanji gently watches as your features contort to express each emotion you feel when describing the plot points of your read. he wraps an arm around you, no longer wishing to be apart from you as you lean into his chest.
as you continue talking, he hopes you can’t hear the erratic beating of his heart at your touch. but you giggle knowing that you can, ignorantly wishing he felt the same way about you too.
only minutes pass before sanji is able to adore you in all your glory, the beauty of your plush skin lays underneath his fingertips as he guides you both to what you desire.
your sweet song plays through his head, flooding his ears until he can’t help but sing his own. your name spills from sanji’s lips, at first it sounds like a plea, but really, he’s celebrating. rejoicing in the warmth that swallows him whole until he’s a shivering, whimpering mess.
and even as his praises quiet into messy kisses, he continues to bite his tongue to keep himself from telling you how much he loves you. when sanji catches a glimpse of your tear-filled eyes and the rosy hue that stains your cheeks, he can’t help but feel like a fool.
how could you be right in his arms, but still just out of reach?
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Eager (18+)
steven grant x gn!reader (1.1k words)
steven gets himself off for you in anyway you please.
warnings: minors do not interact, sub!steven, no language including reader’s parts, but mentions once of reader previously riding him, fingering (m!receiving), exhibitionism/voyeurism, proofread by only me smh
Fancy how his lovestruck eyes only once left yours to rid himself of his clothes. From your perch at the back of his chair, you watched as he settled into himself naked for your display. Then at your nod, continued what he had started, sheepishly caressing his cock. Although, Steven had clearly found his footing with the tangible feeling of your loving stare like the woven throw blanket’s imprinting his bare skin beneath him. He was much less hesitant than mere seconds ago, and even writhing to be just short of touching his head to your hip.
“That’s not enough for you, is it?”
Steven’s already rigid brow wracked with a newfound curiosity. Imploring the intention behind your question without having to find the right words.
“You want more?”
He could only dumbly nod his head, too eager to acknowledge the edge he was already reaching with just his slick hand and your looming gaze.
To which you bent forward, propping your weight on one arm of his seat. Plucking the idle hand of his up by the palm. The anticipation alone replaced the loss of his tender hold on his balls tenfold, rejoicing in the only time you’ve touched him and closed some of the space since this little game started.
His middle finger guided in and past your lips. And you were nearly as pleased as him with the gentle action of your mouth sucking him in. The languid noises grew louder from him when he met the jump of his hips with hastier pumps of his fist. Steven wet his lips while bearing his focus onto yours. He considered himself lucky even when you’ve let off, finger glistening with ample reward.
But then you guided his hand back to where it was… and then a bit more past it. You left him with the tip of his finger at his rim. The touch was oh-so brief as realization dawned on him, and it’s that combination that sent a visible flutter through his whole being.
“Fill yourself up, Steven.”
He’s quick to abide by your words, though enthusiasm bit back as he hurt himself by the second notch of his finger. Your gentle grip shot to his elbow, as he retracted into a sharp breath, freezing all of his ministrations.
“Oh my gosh, slowly, honey.” The chaste kiss to his temple melted the pain from his features, and you lifted your touch away.
“Sorry,” he just about whispered, already tapering himself down to only purposeful circles and prods at his entrance.
“Don’t apologize,” you pondered his lingering concern in his downturned gaze, “I like seeing you out of control.”
Steven let out a heavy sigh at that, his fist raising to squeeze the head of his cock.
“And what I can make you do for me.”
He sank his white-knuckled grip on himself down, but sluggishly brought it back to his head. A shaken whimper resounded from his chest at his own aching pace. As with your tone came the memory of that same teasing pace you have set when riding him.
The slap of your hips meeting each other, his cock painstakingly slipping from the deepest, hottest point inside you— leaving just enough time to moan and beg for it again before you slam back down. He most of all craved the shake of your voice when you chuckle at his need. It was the slightest crack in your facade reminding him that it was just as much of a tease for you.
“Yes, Steven. Just like that.”
His thighs began to shake, not only as another play to the memory, but also in realization that he’d finally fingered himself open. Steven found your eyes again, almost in belief you could read his needs like a book.
He rocked his middle finger at the deepest point he could reach, temptation begging at the back of his mind for more— though the pain was still on its way to dissipating. “Please, hhh, please,” tunnel vision zeroed in on release. Your searing gaze shot right down the barrel and he quickly found himself aflame. “Oh, love—” his pleading words came to him only when his fist hit its rhythmic slow. Though, his following beg to cum must have been written all over his face.
His cock was left pulsating and red where it stood, as your hand dislodged his. Holding him away by the wrist to the side of his head.
“Just your fingers now.” You were smiling through Steven’s minuscule jolts.
He couldn’t stop the broken whine that fell from him. But he nodded all the same while his finger tried to make up for stimulation lost with harsh thrusts. His melted form sunk even further when he folded a leg to settle on the seat with him. It wasn’t long before he intruded himself with a second finger. Made much easier when you had once again aided him with a downpour of lube.
The desperate sight of him made you hum with pride. Preening with every shift of his hips and wring of his head. His chest would squish between the tension of his shoulders, then rise from the seat when he’d remembered to breathe. You couldn’t wait a minute longer to touch, especially when he’d shown every sign that climax was in his reach. So you carefully placed a hand to the top of his thigh, tense and shaking as you loved.
And it was clear Steven shared the same sentiment, as his first full formed words (albeit it thick in his accent) come rocketing out of him. “Can I cum, please?” He squeezed his eyes shut in determination, his question on repeat until you’ve finally granted him permission.
Then his chin flies out from where it dug into his chest, releasing an unrestrained groan loud enough to bounce off the walls. He held a stabilizing grip onto the the wrist of yours that once held his. His hips met his fingers slower and slower through his orgasm. All of which, dried up the bit of laughter you had for the neighborly noise complaint you knew to expect— in place of overwhelming admiration. You hoped to pour your gratefulness first through your gentle caress of his thigh.
His moans quieted on each ’thank you’ from his lips, until his fingers slipped free and he completely fell limp to the seat. You folded to his level, meeting his lips with yours before he could even put words to the need. He moved to barrel you into him, until he remembered the mess he’d made to his stomach. He settled on just one hand to your back as you cupped either side of his face with both of yours.
“Thank you, my love. You did so good for me.” You pulled back to scatter slow kisses about his face, “Ready for a shower?”
Steven’s tender strokes along your spine could feel the shiver that crept down at his next words, “only if you’re ready for your turn.” His cheeky smile glowing despite his heavy gaze.
#steven grant smut#steven grant fanfiction#steven grant x reader#steven grant x you#steven grant headcanons#moonknight fanfiction#marvel smut#marvel fanfiction#steven grant one shot
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You're still accepting request right? I have a complicated one here for you. I didn't know how to write this one for myself, so I'm passing the mantle on to you to write. >.< forgive me.
Reader is Maedhros wife from the years of the trees and came with the host of Finarfin for the War of Wrath and along with Eonwe and Maglor, was able to convince Maedhros to return to Valinor and accept his punishment - that way they could be together again. Years after he did his time, he was the first to leave and reunite with his wife. His wife obviously forgave him.
If it's too complicated to write it's okay, you can omit and change it up to your liking to make it easier to write. 🌻🌻
featuring maedhros x wife reader
fandom tolkien- the silmarillion
a/n i loved this request so much - i couldn’t stop thinking about it
warnings angst, little spicy especially towards the end, sadness, forgiveness, small violence, arguments
You didn't know what to do— just continued staring at your husband.
His flaming red hair over his shoulders, freely flowing— standing so tall and handsome about 5 feet away from you.
His fiery blue eyes glimmered— and you realized he was holding back his tears as much as you were.
When your mother-in-law said there was someone here to meet you, you never expected it to be your husband— your long lost husband — the one that you even thought had given up on your marriage— considering the way he spoke to you last— as if dismissing you for good.
For a moment your mind replayed the day of your wedding— just before the year of the trees of Valinor— that day you thought the sun was shining its brightest.
You stood hand-in-hand— you in a shimmering white dress with sparkles of silver and gold— while he stood there as your prince charming and husband-to- be— promising each other the brightest of futures.
When completing your marriage that night— he whispered all and everything into your ears as he made love to you— sweet and tender, pulling his name from you and kissed you with the utmost passion you thought would collapse in his arms— that nothing shall come before you and it was your comfort and heart that mattered the most to him.
He promised you everything and more as he held you close, skin to skin and with your souls intertwined.
But all that and more vanished when he swore under the oath of his father— alongside his brothers and nephew.
It was like you were speaking with another ellon on the shores of Valinor as he was ready to depart with them— you begged him not to go, to stay with you.
He raised his hand — but he stopped seeing the frightened look in your eyes, he trying to cup your face but seeing you react negatively. . . deep down he knew it was only the beginning.
Maedhros sighed and left you on the shores, with his mother and Curufin’s wife.
You stayed put as instructed to do so — but during the War of Wrath you no longer cared what Maedhros had told you — you set out to fight putting yourself in as the host of Finarfin even if your kin had disagreed with you.
But you had to go. You had mainly joined to see your beloved again — to comfort and hold him for just moment and promised Nerdanel to deliver her prayers to her last two lving sons.
Silently thanking him for the years of training your Maitimo had given you, fought your way through battle — even as the fire breathing beasts joined.
You kept fighting through — with the one goal of wanting to see your husband again — you didn’t care for the wounds, ache, blood and mud on you. You kept fighting through, even when tears flowed down your face and rejoiced as Manwe’s eagles came.
When the battle was over and with the defeat of Morgoth — you tried to face your husband. But Eonwe and Maglor was already there by the time you found him.
Eonwe was right they had to summon themselves to justice for everything they had done.
You never witnessed the two brother break into a heated argument— the oath had broken apart this family more than you could ever imagine.
When Maglor had made the point of Manwe or even Varda being able to release them from the oath you had jumped to agree — that’s when Maedhros froze and it broke your heart because your beloved husband had only noticed you now.
The entire time Maedhros had kept his back to you and he tried to turn but he stopped himself — and strictly dismissed you.
“This does not concern you, Y/N.”
That was definitely not ellon you once knew — he spoke to you with a gentle and loving words and with a tone that made you float.
No — this rough edged voice. . . it shocked you.
Your Maitimo has changed — after watching his younger brothers die, take the precious lives of others and tortured under Morgoth. . . he had changed completely.
You reached for his hand — you did not care for which one — it didn’t matter to you because you had hoped at least your touch would bring back the ellon you knew before.
You looked up at him.
“Maitimo, vero, please listen to us. We can stop this now. We can be together. We do not need to take anymore lives. Please just accept your punishment and then. . . we can be together again. . .” (husband).
“Together?”
He glared down at you — then roughly yanked away the arm that was missing a limb from your hand.
“Together? And what? Have everything my brothers died for come to nothing? Everything brothers and I have done become nothing? We have done so much and been through so much, Y/N! — And what the fuck do you want to do? Throw that all away? Do you even understand what you are asking me to do, you foolish girl?”
“Vero. . .” (husband).
His eyes twitched like a madman’s.
“If you do not understand what any of this means to me — then you shouldn’t be my wife at all!”
Maedhros suddenly raised your sword at you — almost shocking and scaring the life out of you.
Maglor had jumped in — quickly pushing you out of the way, making you trip and fall onto the ground and held back his brother.
You sobbed on the ground in seeing you have completely lost your husband to the oath.
From that day you had never stopped crying —wondering if Maedhros wanted to break off your marriage then. Then when hearing Maedhros and Maglor has stolen the silmarils — Maedhros throwing himself into a volcano with two of them and Maglor casting his into the sea you had never known.
You simply returned to Nerdanel in heartbreak and utter loss.
Living there almost like a soulless dying elleth, wondering if your marriage was over and when or if Maedhros returns, would he search for you?
Over the years — you brought yourself out less and less —only meeting Nerdanel, Curufin’s wife or Maglor’s wife unless absolutely necessary — otherwise you locked yourself away in your own world.
“Veri . . .” (Wife).
Maedhros’ voice quickly brought you back to the present.
He has taken a step closer.
“Please say something. . .”
He begged you — the whole time he watching you as shifted into your mind’s eye.
After all this time. . .
“Am I still your wife?”
You whimpered — wondering what you meant to him.
“Of course you are!”
He didn’t hesitate to answer you.
Then — he suddenly lifted you onto the table — you gasped as he did — he wanted to look into your eyes without causing strain on your neck or his neck.
He carefully and slowly cupped your face — he had scared you so many times and it was eating him apart —he kept punishing himself for it.
While taking the oath he had broken all his promises to you.
“If you will still have me. . .”
He whispered — tears pooling his eyes when he looked into your eyes.
You noticed how he sometimes forgot how he has both hands when he tried brush away your own tears.
“. . .Because Eru knows, am not deserving of fair loving maiden like you.”
You let out a sob and placed your forehead against his forehead.
“Of course, Maitimo . . .- of course I’ll still have you. I was so . . . - so scared you wanted to break off our marriage.”
“No.”
He immediately shook his head.
“That is not what I wanted, melda. I want you. . . I want us. . .”
“Then prove it to me. . .Make love to me. . . Renew our wedding. . .”
You whispered to him.
Maedhros didn’t need to be told twice —he lips quickly smashed onto your lips, latching on and immediately lifted you, wrapping your legs around his waist.
Your husband was on you —pressing himself to you and kissing you deeply as he made his way over to your once shared chambers.
He delicately placed you on the bed as if you were fragile thing.
He pulled back to look into your eyes, still looking for permission and when you nodded he dived back in — littering kisses all over you.
Maedhros harshly pulled down your dress and his robes and took you in his arms, his hands roaming every inch of skin he could find.
Years —centuries had he waited for this and this time he planned to keep his promises to you as he pushed himself in and out of you with tenderness, marking your skin with his kisses and whispers sweet nothing in your ears.
“I love you . . .”
He whispered delicately into you ears.
“I love you too, Maitimo. . . — but don’t you dare break my heart again!”
He chuckled, but still placed a loving kiss on your forehead and still buried deep inside you.
“I promise, veri. . .never. . . I do not plan on losing you ever again.”
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🛑 SO MANY SPOILERS TO GO2 SPOILER REVIEW 🛑
My review, which I wrote while watching and the end result.
From the first frames it is clear that this is a completely different level and like a completely different series. Perhaps due to the lack of a voice-over.
Crowley Angel is wonderful. The scene at the beginning with the creation of the stars is wonderful and amazing. In general, the visuals in the series and the music are beautiful.
Job's story, I liked it more than I thought. And by the way, he reveals to us not only the fact that it was Crowley who addicted Aziraphale to food, and then to alcohol, but also the fact that Crowley is a much more powerful demon than we were shown in the first season. Do the powers of demons depend on the rank they were in Heaven? In theory, yes.
Speaking in general about the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale, it is clear that it became much easier for them with each other than it was before. They are not afraid to visit each other, to appear in public, and the angel leaves his store to Crowley, who agrees to give the car. Gabriel is gorgeous, and there are hints of a fly in many shots at all. And how Beelzebub said that you need to find the archangel just for her.
The graveyard scene is great. The way Aziraphale constantly doubts which of the bad deeds can in fact be considered good and which are not. And Crowley, who drinks opium and becomes truly drunk for the first time? What to say about the hands of an angel on his waist)))
Detective Aziraphale is funny and sweet, just like the demon in his shop. But of course, the icing on the cake is "at least a hair falls off his head" and "I'm always late", as if Crowley already realizes how much he is in love.
Shaxx, who tries to bring Aziraphale out by saying that he doesn't have the taste of a demon, that many consider them a couple, is beautiful. And the episode from 1941, oh, although I expected something completely different from him, I was extremely happy to see this scene of trust between husbands.
The fact that Nina counted them as practically husbands is another plus in the direction of the fact that everyone sees their relationship, but they do not. Aziraphale, planning a ball is so golden. So does Crowley, who always "loves to save him." I am so touched by this phrase.
Their dance >>> it is a pity that it was so little, but it was. And I hope to see something else in the third season.
Episode 6 is question after question. Starting with the sudden love of Gabriel and Beelzebub, whose couple started out as a fan joke and ended up in Alpha Centauri. Hope we see them again. Next is Nina and Maggie, who seem to be not together, but there is hope.
And of course the FINAL FULL OF PAIN AND GLASS. MY GOD I DON'T REMEMBER WHEN I WEEPED THIS SERIES
Ahem, that's it. Crowley who finally opens up to Aziraphale and an angel who wants so badly to bring his partner back to Heaven. I have already read the theory that Metatron could influence Aziraphale, and also the theory that the Most High is no more. But I doubt it very much. I love them both and so want happiness for them, and it hurts me so much to see their end. Crowley, who is most likely going back to his apartment, Aziraphale, who is a little nervous, as if trying to hold back tears, goes up to Paradise. He so wanted, so rejoiced at the opportunity for Crowley to become an angel again, the opportunity to work together officially, to change everything together. But what he doesn't realize is that Paradise is no longer the epitome of pure goodness and white, if it ever was. And he does not understand that it was not the fall that changed Crowley, but Rye.
So... We have selected glass.
Later I will still have many thoughts about this, it is still difficult for me to formulate a thought, even after sleep, but this is what I can and want to say now. I'm going to stream the series until the third one is confirmed. I'm going to have therapy with fanfiction and edits and stuff. And of course there will be theories. But for now... Thanks to Neil Gaiman for the pieces of happiness and heartbreak. Thanks to David and Michael for excellent characters. Thanks to John, thanks to the whole team. This is a great season.
#good omens 2 spoilers#good omens 2#neil gaiman#good omens#ineffable husbands#crowley good omens#aziraphale good omens#aziracrow#go2 spoilers
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I Miss The Noise (I Revel In The Silence)
The world didn’t end all at once. It happened slowly, incrementally, until one day you looked around and realized there was nothing left around you.
The whole world had never really ended anyway. Just humanity. You humans have always been so vain in thinking that they were the whole world.
As a whole, actually, the world has been doing much better since you all died off. Sure, there were the fires, the reactor meltdowns, and of course the last remnants of the problems you created to kill each other off.
But once those issues died back down, things got better. Biodiversity, of course, has been off the charts, as all those plants you insisted on moving halfway across the world have spread with quick fiery passion.
Your abandoned cities have become home to many animals, who live happily in the shelters you used to work so hard to keep them out of. Endangered species numbers rise, and rise, and it is glorious.
Sometimes, when even at high noon, it is silent, and I find myself missing the wondrous noise you created to keep yourselves entertained and connected, I must remind myself of the other horrible things you had done, to stop from grieving too harshly.
You had poisoned this world. This incredible lovely place I had given you, that still recovers even now. You killed each other, and all my other creations, in more and more creative and disgusting ways.
You rejected my gifts, and turned against me in your times of need. You were cruel where I thought I had not the cruelty to bestow upon you. Where I had created you to laugh and to love, you taught yourselves to fight and to hate.
But oh how I find myself missing you. In the soft silences that haunt your once bustling cities. In the failing of your silly inventions once made to make life easier. In the stories that have disappeared, the well of your knowledge dried up and forgotten.
How I miss you.
If I could go back step in; to stop your demise… I admit it would be a hard choice.
Would the world still become as peaceful as it is today? Would you unlearn what you taught yourselves? Would you listen to my teachings?
You did not before. It is hard to say whether you would today.
Somedays, when the quiet is too loud, and I find myself missing you humans, I consider this.
This world, though not technically new, has been reborn, and it has been reborn better without you. Humans would have never allowed this scale of tranquility, this calm.
You would not sit here beside me, smiling at the small family of rabbits that has taken residence in your living room. You would not rejoice with me at the cycle of plants growing in wild abundance.
Humans, my first great creations, had only been a spark, appearing and disappearing with a flash. This new world has caught that spark, and now that you are gone, will become its own vibrant blaze. Chief amongst my creations; truly great.
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The Melody of your Heart - Chapter 2
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Guess what's back??? 💖💜
Basically, I remember pondering if I should continue The Melody of your Heart and......I guess the Universe urged me to do so. I mean, I am usually not good with multi-chaptered fanfictions but this was fun to write and I am excited to see where this story will go. I am truly reaching new heights on my journey as a writer. I hope you guys enjoy and please tune in for more.
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The Melody of Your Heart - Chapter 2
Marinette's journey into the musical world started with a regal gift from Felix that she hated. Then a beautiful thoughtful gift given to her by local hero Viperion. Marinette thought it was funny how Felix gave her a gift from his ego under the guise of being from his heart, and yet, Viperion's gift showed her how pure a heart he had. He was a true hero, and Marinette blushed at the thought of him. She wondered if she and the dashing young hero would cross paths again.
And now her journey has taken her to the up-and-coming band called Kitty Section. Marinette could already feel herself becoming a fan. Luka's younger sister Juleka played the bass, Ivan played the drums, Ivan's girlfriend Mylene, and Juleka's girlfriend Rose sang vocals. And Luka sounded amazing as he played his electric guitar.
All of them played off each other perfectly and were so talented. Marinette could only dream about reaching the heights they were reaching. Still, all members of Kitty Section were overjoyed to have Marinette as their audience, and they gave it their all, playing in perfect harmony. A few times Marinette felt inspired and compelled to run her fingers through her pink harp to try to reach her music to them as well.
And when Kitty Section gave their best finale ever, Marinette felt truly starstruck. The band members rejoiced even if this was just an informal performance with Marinette as their sole audience member.
"Thank you so much!" Mylene cried through the microphone.
"We are Kitty Section!" Rose chimed in.
Marinette stood up from her seat and clapped her hands. "That was really great everyone!"
Marinette promptly got on the stage to continue praising her new friends.
"It was a pleasure, Marinette," Luka said as he smiled at her.
"We are still climbing the ladder," Ivan chimed in. "We started off as garage performers, but when we met Juleka and Luka, we upgraded to boat performers," Ivan sighed. "We are certainly going places."
Mylene took a moment to hug her boyfriend. "I think being The Liberty's band is a wonderful thing my dear." Ivan smiled as he found it hard to argue with his lovely girlfriend.
"Really, all of you were fantastic!" Marinette beamed.
She turned to Rose. "Rose and Mylene's vocals were amazing! It was almost angel-like."
"And Juleka, your bass guitar could beat my harp in a fight!"
Marinette only knew Juleka briefly, but she already knew she was soft-spoken. Yet right now, Juleka smiled as she moved the long dark hair covering her right eye.
"And Ivan, the drums are important!" Marinette cried. "You are certainly the backbone of the group!"
"Thanks Mari," Ivan mumbled, and Mylene was overjoyed as she hugged her boyfriend tighter.
"And Luka."
The blue-haired boy turned to her, and Marinette covered her lips with her hands.
"You're the best guitar player I know. You really know her to convey your feelings with music and play what's in your heart…."
Marinette could honestly go on. Luka was born with the gift of music.
She batted her eyelashes and pressed her fingers together. "You kind of remind me of someone I know…."
Luka's eyes widened, and then Marinette quickly realized she had probably said something insensitive. Every band member seemed curious about what Marinette meant, and she quickly held her hands up.
"I mean!" Marinette tried to think fast so she wouldn't offend anyone. "Like one of those famous rockstars!"
Mylene casually mentioned to Rose and Juleka how Luka was coming off as one of those big teen heartthrobs, and then one big conversation started. Marinette was a least relieved that she started a big conversation rather than saying something to offend everyone.
"Yeah! One day our boy Luka will make everyone swoon with his blue hair and ripped clothes, and he will be on a band t-shirt!" Ivan joked.
Marinette cringed because she didn't mean for Luka to be joked about like that. But when she looked back at Luka, he smiled warmly. Marinette still felt the need to apologize as she pulled herself together.
"I'm so sorry Luka," She said with a slight bow. "I know I am not making a lot of sense right now. Sometimes my words get tied up in my mouth."
Luka responded by placing his hand on her shoulder causing Marinette to blush.
"It's ok Marinette. This is your first time in the world of music. You're bound to be a bit starstruck."
Luka didn't know the half of it! He had such a gentle touch, and Marinette started to feel those warm and fuzzy feelings again. But she couldn't fall in love with every cute guy that existed because she would get hurt. Besides, she connected with Viperion because of the beautiful pink harp he gave her. She would meet him again. She would make sure of it. So, as much as Luka was adorable in his style, looks, and how sweet and mature he was, she couldn't just say that now.
Marinette moved from Luka's touch, but Luka didn't argue, which was very sweet that he wasn't possessive like a certain rich boy. She went to get her harp which she had left on the patio chair she sat on. She held the shiny pink harp close to her heart and returned to Luka, who still smiled at her as if she wasn't Paris's most awkward person. Marinette shyly looked down at her feet before asking him a question.
"Would you like to play your guitar along with my harp?"
But before Luka could answer, everyone's phones rapidly went off with akuma alerts. Marinette nearly lost her breath, and suddenly Captain Anarka appeared on deck.
"Children! Get your instruments and get below deck quickly!"
Marinette held her harp even tighter, and Luka grabbed his guitar and got in front of her to protect her. She couldn't bring herself to leave without Luka. Still, Luka gave her a serious look, and Marinette nodded before running below deck to be with the others. Thankfully Luka followed suit.
Marinette sighed as she sat on one of the many floor pillows. The Liberty was certainly a comfortable home, and she could get used to staying nice and safe here during akuma attacks.
"I'll be right back everyone!" Luka cried.
Marinette suddenly felt distressed when she saw Luka heading above deck as if Paris wasn't being terrorized right now.
"Leaving again Luka?" Juleka said.
Marinette gasped as she quickly stood up. And Luka turned to give her a reassuring smile that made him seem like such a cute idiot! The other members of Kitty Section gathered around Marinette.
"I'll be fine. It's just my job to protect the deck furniture," Luka said.
Juleka placed her hand on Marinette's shoulder and whispered into her ear. "He does this all the time."
"Get some milk and maybe some ice cream too!" Anarka chimed in nonchalantly.
Marinette nearly choked on her saliva.
"Sure thing Mom!" Luka said with an optimistic smile. "I'll be right back Marinette. You won't even miss me!" Luka said before shutting the door behind him.
But Marinette held her hands over her heart and frowned when he left. She stood there for a few minutes while her friends were doing busy work. Marinette couldn't help but wonder why Luka would do something so reckless when their phones gave them akuma alerts. She pleaded silently that Luka would find some sense and just let Viperion and the other heroes keep Paris safe for everyone.
"Marinette!" Rose cried.
Marinette winced as the members of Kitty Section sat on the cushions in a circle. And Anarka was in the background working on a personal project. She gave Marinette a knowing smile.
"Luka does this all the time Marinette. He will be fine," Anarka said. "He is the man of the home, after all."
"Besides, you can play cards with us!" Rose grinned as she held up a deck.
Marinette turned back one last time before falling on one of the cushions and playing cards with the others. And with her new friends, she was smiling and laughing while playing the most stimulating game of cards. But when her phone finally notified her of an all-clear notice, she felt a pang of guilt for having fun when Luka wasn't with them right now. They were a band, after all, and this band wasn't much without Luka.
The members of Kitty Section were still happy-go-lucky though, and Ivan threw up some cards in triumph.
"Full house! Full house! Full house!" Ivan cried as all the girls laughed.
But one card flew in Marinette's direction and caught it before she turned the card over. It was three hearts.
Marinette thought about the card for a moment, and then she remembered the all-clear notice and got up to grab her harp. Everyone else below deck was grateful that today was a relatively fine day in Paris, and everyone was eager to eat. Still, Marinette held her harp close to her and headed up to the main deck.
Enough time passed for the sky above her to turn pink, and the wind blew through her hair as she searched around. Paris was quiet right now, and Marinette remembered that because of Viperion and the other heroes, Paris could sleep soundly tonight.
Marinette strummed a gentle tune on her harp and let the wind play with her as she tried to match the wind's energy. She enjoyed the feeling of music coming from her fingers gliding on the harp strings. However, Marinette was still a beginner, and she felt her melody wasn't reaching any heights.
Then she heard another harp in the distance.
Marinette gasped and saw Viperion standing on top of The Liberty, playing his harp and smiling at her. She needed a moment to breathe because she thought she was dreaming. But she waved to him as he played his beautiful tune, and Viperion took a moment to wave back.
Marinette was about to jump for joy and run to him, but before she could, Viperion's bracelet beeped, and he took a step back before giving her a sorrowful smile. Marinette lowered her hand and frowned as Viperion saluted her before he used his powers to transport himself away. She held her precious harp to her heart and hung her head before she decided to head back below deck to spend time with her friends.
"Hey Marinette!"
That time Marinette's heart nearly fell out of her chest as she quickly turned to see Luka running to The Liberty with shopping bags.
"Luka!!!"
Luka panted as he quickly ran to Marinette's side. "Sorry for making you wait!"
Marinette pouted slightly. "Luka, how can you go to the grocery store at a time like this?"
Luka chuckled before showing Marinette the shopping bag with plenty of ice-cold treats. "The band needs snacks. There is plenty of ice cream and milk to make hot chocolate."
Marinette would scold him some more, but she felt less willing to argue as she took a strawberry popsicle from the shopping bag. "Thank you for your service Luka," Marinette said with a huff.
Luka laughed again as he wrapped his arm around her, causing her to blush momentarily. Still, Marinette tried her best to brush it off.
"Everything is fine now," he assured her. "Let's head back down and feast with the others."
Marinette smiled and rolled her eyes. "Alright Luka."
Marinette and her friends were grateful for another peaceful night in Paris, spending time with each other and expressing themselves with their instruments. Occasionally she would think about how cool Viperion looked playing his harp on top of the boat and how time stopped whenever she crossed paths with him.
But Luka was also always right beside her, making her smile. He was very charming and got even cuter every time she saw him.
Marinette guessed that Luka was an everyday hero in his own way.
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Thirsty Baddie Ranks Top 5 Sexiest Disney Characters
I am having one of the worst weeks of my life right now and this whole post is me trying to distract myself by rewatching this glorious glorious episode of Top 5 Beatdown. It’s an absolute delight of an episode and it made me feel better for the time I rewatched it.
So, naturally, I want to write about it.
I like that the episode starts like this...
... because wasn’t he the one who suggested the topic?
Anyway, we are off to a fantastic start. And Joyce is back! Always love to see her, her energy, her sense of humor and her stunning outfit. Made me feel better immediately.
I still don’t know how I feel about Shane purring because it is equally cute, funny and disturbing - which probably means that he should do it more often. (Also because it is extremely entertaining to see Ryan’s reaction lol.)
“This is Top 5 Beatdown! I respect you when the cameras are off.” I love her.
It’s still hilarious that Ryan said he watched A Goofy Movie on “performance enhancers” (weed) and Shane’s first thought was cocaine while Joyce’s first thought was viagra lmao.
Ryan’s number 5 (Powerline) is extremely valid btw (even though I would not put him on my own list). When I first watched the episode, I listened to Eye to Eye on repeat for several days afterwards.
🎶 If we listen to each other’s hearts
we’ll find we’re never to far apart
And mayyybe love is the reason why
for the first time ever we’re seeing it eye to eye 🎶
And Mouse Madej returns! I am just going to use this opportunity to share my Miss Bianca/Mouse Madej art here again. ^-^ (Steven banned fanart for this episode which naturally led to people drawing more fanart for this one than for any other T5B episode. I kept it wholesome though.)
The innuendos in this episode lol
Ryan: “And she (Nani) loves her sister’s little blue guy.”
Shane: “Oh, we had a blue guy. Had.”
*a transparent Professor undulates across the screen*
This made me realize once again how much they bring up the nasty little blue guy in shows that are not Puppet History. Months later and they are still rubbing it in. (R.I.P to a real one.)
BUT ALSO
RYAN
HOW can you mention Vixey but not Maid Marian! If we are talking about sexy vixens, she is CLEARLY superior!
And while I am calling out people here - I agree that Ursula should be at least on one list but no one mentioned that she is inspired by Divine who was a drag queen. I just think Ursula should have gotten bonus points for that (and maybe be moved a little higher on the list SHANE).
That being said, it’s one of the most valid picks in this entire episode. ^-^
I have never watched Big Hero 6 and had to look up what the aunt looks like, and I loved Ryan’s reaction. “Oh I see. ... Oh I see. 👀“
Aaand here we have Mr Bergara’s first mention of lovely green eyes. I agree that green eyes are lovely but personally, I think that dark brown is clearly the best eye color, not that I am biased. Also, I would not call Nala’s eyes green, they look more blue-ish to me. :p
Ryan: “(...) a littel topsy-turvy.”
Shane: “Or bottomsy-turvy.”
I wonder how many people thought this too and then rejoiced when he said it, because I certainly did. :D
The whole part with Queenie the Cow is a mess lmao. I sometimes wonder what went on in Shane’s brain when he added (oedipal). Like, what was the thought process here.
“I don’t have mommy issues. I love that she gives milk.”
This is such a golden quote. And I love that Ryan immediately calls him out for it.
Not gonna lie though, all the things Shane said about Queenie’s kindness and sweetness are very endearing, almost too endearing for a video like this. ^-^
And Mouse Madej strikes again. I know what Shane means with “aspirational hot” though (and a top hat and cape sounds dope) although for me it would be more in the realm of gender envy. (Btw I think that Shane’s list is very interesting in general.)
Mulan is a great choice too (although she is not on my list either). Joyce: “It’s a little bit androgynous.” I agree that it makes a character so much more appealing. ^-^ Like, things that play with gender like that? Hell yeah.
Never thought I would hear the words “post-nut clarity” while someone was talking about The Lion King. I will think about this on my deathbed, thank you Ryan.
Loved Joyce’s wholesome ending to a non-wholesome video.
“To be a ho, you gotta be wholesome.” Embroider that one on a pillow lmao.
And here is my list:
1) Long John Silver (Treasure Planet)
2) Merlin (The Sword in the Stone)
3) Ursula (The Little Mermaid)
4) Maid Marian (Robin Hood)
5) Nala/Sarabi (The Lion King)
I am appalled that nobody even considered this guy.
(And honestly, I both think he is sexy AND I get gender envy from him. Absolute dreamboat.)
Well, that’s it! I loved rewatching the episode, it made things a little better and I could forget the other stuff in my life for a while. Thanks, Watcher and Joyce! 💜
(I also feel the need to mention at this point that I am asexual as hell lol. Just as a way to finish this text. ^-^)
Thanks for reading!
#watcher#top 5 beatdown#ryan bergara#shane madej#joyce luis-jean#many people said kind things to me btw#i appreciate the hell out of that#and i promise you that i will answer#i just don't know when i'll be able to do that#thank you so much <333
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April 27
Philippians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
James 1:26 If anyone considers himself religious and yet does not keep a tight rein on his tongue, he deceives himself and his religion is worthless.
2 Timothy 2:4 No one serving as a soldier gets involved in civilian affairs – he wants to please his commanding officer.
Hebrews 10:24-25 And let us consider {and} give attentive, continuous care to watching over one another, studying how we may stir up (stimulate and incite) to love {and} helpful deeds {and} noble activities, 25 Not forsaking {or} neglecting to assemble together [as believers], as is the habit of some people, but admonishing (warning, urging, and encouraging) one another, and all the more faithfully as you see the day approaching.
Mark 11:24 Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
Ephesians 2:19 Consequently, you are no longer foreigners and strangers, but fellow citizens with God’s people and also members of His household.
May you be able to see and understand, that when God reduces your resources, you will get the victory and He will receive the glory. Judges 7
May you come to realize that if you are fearful and not trusting God, or if you pridefully trust in your own strength and are not dependent on God, He will do His work through other vessels. Judges 7
May you worship God and give Him praise on the occasion of each blessing and every event that encourages your faith and deepens your trust in Him. Judges 7
May you rejoice that the surpassing greatness of the glory and power of God which brings light to the lives of men is contained in your earthen vessel, your jar of clay, and be glad when the Lord brings you to the breaking point to release the riches of His Spirit and His Word. Judges 7
May you have the wisdom of God to respond in humility and meekness before unjust accusations. Judges 8
May you be willing to respond to a call for help from your brothers and fellow-workers in the harvest, providing the support and encouragement needed for the job being done. Judges 8
May you be willing to act upon your belief in the Son of Man rather than give in to the opinions of the crowd or the pressures of secular and religious authorities. Luke 23
May you find tears, not for the suffering and pain Jesus endured, but for your own sin which brought the punishment of God upon Him, and through those tears, receive the joy of salvation that Jesus freely gives to those who turn from the wickedness of evil ways to follow Him. Luke 23
Come freely, My child, and receive gladly from Me all that you need for every task you face.
Have I not given you the day today? Have I not preordained that you should know My will? Have I not already paid the price and covered the cost, even from the foundation of the world, for all that you need?
Am I not already, in eternity, the One Who authored, created, planted your faith and have watched over it, encouraging you with words and signs and deeds to make your faith grow and prosper?
Have I not declared that I will complete that which I start and see through to the end that which I have ordained, right down to the very last detail and the smallest issue, putting the final polish and finish to it?
Why hesitate, My needy one? Do you still trust your own strength? Do you fear rebuke and reproof? Do you feel unworthy?
Look into My love and let it melt your fear, dissolving it; learn from what I have done to understand how much I value you. Remember where you have come from and recognize the broken cistern that you try to draw from.
Drink deeply from My springs, My love, and never feel want again.
May you be glad and rejoice with the distant shores that the Lord reigns, for the heavens proclaim His righteousness and all the peoples see His glory. Psalm 97
May you hate evil as do all those who love the Lord, for He guards the lives of His faithful ones and delivers them from the hand of the wicked, shedding light on the righteous and joy on the upright in heart so that all who are righteous will rejoice in the Lord and praise His holy name. Psalm 97
May you hear and rejoice, as do all those who are glad because of the judgments of the Lord, for He is the Most High over all the earth and is exalted far above all gods. Psalm 97
May you sing to the Lord a new song, for He has done marvelous things; His right hand and His holy arm have worked salvation for Him, making known His salvation and revealing His righteousness to the nations, for He has remembered His love and His faithfulness to His people and all the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of God. Psalm 98
May you shout for joy to the Lord, along with all the earth, bursting into jubilant song with music from the harp, with trumpets, and the blast of the ram's horn, shouting for joy before the Lord, the King. Psalm 98
May you have the wisdom and shrewdness to discern and understand where you are going, as do the prudent and the sensible, avoiding the deception which is the folly of fools. Proverbs 14:8
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Post #113: UXM issues 230-231
Finally, we get to slow down and see Ororo rejoicing in her powers as she flies over Australia. Down below, Maddie is regaining her own agency in a nice parallel as she explores the Reavers' sophisticated computers. She's getting the hang of it and is proud to finally have a way to contribute to the X-Men, although tragically it comes much to late to heal the X-Men-related rift between her and Scott. Using the computers, she guides the X-Men through a sparring session, which goes very well. The team has finally learned to trust each other, and with Ororo back, they finally have a good leader (no offense Logan, but that is not your strong suit). One X-Man didn't show up though- Longshot's psychometry powers are drawing him to the Reavers' vault of stolen money and treasure. Some of the stolen objects have absorbed the psychic energy of their own violent history and have manifested as lonely spirits, which overwhelm Longshot and render him comatose. While he sleeps off the mental overload, Ororo cleans their base of operations, which is under a ghost town, and Anna brings a picnic basket of food to Gateway. It's a nice beat for her; other than maybe Logan, she's the loneliest X-Man, and unlike him, she's not content to wallow in loneliness, so it makes sense that she'd reach out. Longshot wakes up and tells everyone how much residual tragedy the Reavers left in their wake, and they decide to fix as much as they can by returning all of the treasure. After Longshot and Betsy have read and sorted every piece of loot, Gateway sends the X-Men all around the world returning the items in secret. Ororo's errands bring her to New York, where she sees the New Mutants miserable in a snowstorm mourning their mentors who abandoned them. Ororo gives their spirits a little boost by clearing up the weather enough for them to keep caroling. When the deliveries are finally done, the X-Men realize that, by coincidence or fate, they delivered all that stuff on Christmas Eve. As everyone relaxes and enjoys the good feeling, Anna takes some cake and a wooden recorder to Gateway as a Christmas present. He still doesn't say anything, but he motions for her to sit with him and plays her a song. This was my favorite issue in a while, and one of the sweetest ones. It was cool to see Longshot center stage in a dramatic role, and he was probably the one who got the most catharsis out of helping lost spirits. And the whole team got a reminder that no matter how dark their world has become, they don't have to stay edgy; they can spread joy just as well as justice. And Anna and Gateway is such a sweet friendship. This is the kind of one-off story Claremont was writing at his peek, and even though he's gotten a little too excited about plots and X-mythology lately, he can still write some really lovely character moments and a totally sappy Christmas story.
We open with a short scene of Illyana, dressed in fancy clothes and in a trance, being prepared to be eaten by a mysterious villain. Elsewhere and else when, Peter is letting off some steam by smashing Australian rocks. He's still unable to revert to human form, and he doesn't realize just how hot his steel skin gets in the sun until he picks up his sketchbook and it catches fire. He starts sobbing, until Ororo comes to cool him down literally and emotionally. He tells her how worried about his sister he's been, and how he can't concentrate enough to control his strength. Ororo doesn't think it's a good idea for him to break their cover with a visit, but the choice is taken out of her hands when Gateway offers Peter a portal. It turns out he sensed Illyana casting a necromancy spell from Limbo, trying to bring Peter to life, so he sends Peter there. He finds her battling S'ym for control of Limbo. Between the T/O virus from Magus and the army of rebel demons and enslaved Right members Illyana sent him, S'ym is approaching Illyana in power, and seeks to dethrone her. Peter attacks him, impervious to both his T/O and magic powers, but Illyana calls him back; this isn't why she brought him here. Earlier today, she was reading some Russian literature when some of the characters appeared in real life and kidnapped her to bring her before Baba Yaga, the Russian witch that eats kids. Illyana escaped, but Baba Yaga has cut off the mansion from magic, so she needed Peter to go save her team. He does so, beating up evil witch minions and destroying things left and right. To reach the kids, he has to use all his will to return to human form and squeeze through a gap, before reverting back to destroy Baba Yaga, whose weakness is metal. Illyana cures her friends of the precooking spells on them, and Peter compliments her on a good plan well executed. She says she doesn't deserve that, because she's evil and she only did this because she wanted to, and he tells her that's all good people ever do. She thanks him and releases him as Gateway takes him back. She thinks about resurrecting him again, but thinks about what he said and decides not to, knowing such a spell could corrupt her into Darkchilde forever. She goes back to the mansion, and S'ym monologues evilly about how Baba Yaga was one of his minions, sent to either kill or corrupt Illyana. It didn't work, but he'll only need to succeed once to take over Limbo. I liked this issue. It made me realize something; Ororo, in her attempt to become the leader and hero mutantkind needs, has placed herself above human emotion. She still loves and cares as deeply as ever, but it's a little aloof and detached, like a guardian angel rather than a mother. And of course, Logan has always separated himself from his emotions. But Peter refuses to feel any less deeply and humanly, despite being cut off from his human form. If the X-Men followed his lead- if they didn't cut themselves off from the New Mutants and X-Factor- Inferno would have been prevented. But of course, they don't know what's coming, and trying to live outside of the world has made them all the more blind to it.
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