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honeyhivess · 8 months

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i can't help falling in love with you <3

first 3 overblot boys falling in love with gender neutral reader

tags: cursing, might be ooc i am new to writing them

riddle rosehearts <3

riddle would only be open to dating someone after his overblot, he's such a stickler for the rules and didn't allow himself to truly let go and have fun until after the blot incident

he would be really scared to get into a relationship because of his parents, mostly his mom

he didn't want to get older and become his mother and treat his significant other like she treated him

you would probably have to be really close to him for him to start liking you tbh

the realization honestly hits him in the middle of the night

after doing his nightly routine he got into bed and relaxed, thinking over the unbirthday party that happened that night

adeuce had invited you to attend since you helped paint the roses, and since riddle had a bit of a soft spot for you by now he happily allowed it

you had a chair on one of the long sides of the table, closest to his chair at the head

late in the night his mind kept replaying you laughing at one of trey's bad jokes

oh shit.

riddle would be eyes open, staring at the wall in realization

the warmth he felt in his chest remembering your bright smile that day had him pleasantly overwhelmed

he never had the chance to crush on anyone else before since his mom so heavily sheltered him

this feeling came to him unknown and he was confused

he had a hard time falling asleep that night, and the next morning he immediately rushed to trey

after being teased a bit and prodded a bit more he realized he liked you

which, scared him

a couple days after he found out just what those feelings meant, he would have a hard time facing you

he didn't know what to do with this newfound information

you would have to confront him and make him tell you why he was borderline avoiding you

his face is RED red

he wouldn't stutter and would still kinda talk normally, but it would be more rushed

"Prefect... I've had the realization that I, really like you... If you would indulge me, I would love to take you out sometime...?"

leona kingscholar <3

...eh

lions normally have a pride of females, so leona is kinda used to flirting and romance

however, he is the bastard second born, so he isn't used to being the center of attention

when he met you, he saw an opportunity to have the chance at romancing someone without his brother looming over his shoulder

you hadn't even HEARD of his brother, which meant you couldn't even really pick falena over him

this excited leona a lot, so he got really territorial over you really fast

he would also put quite a bit of effort into wooing you, well, more than normal

he really tries to make himself just generally more appealing

he's nicer when you're around and started taking care of himself a bit more

it's a subtle change to you, but he gets DESTROYED by ruggie

when he initially realized he liked you he didn't have any big reaction

he's been through a couple relationships prior to you so it's not really anything new to him

you will start being dragged into his schemes more

also known as i really hope you like napping because you're about to get crushed

he drags you into his naps a lot, and he lays directly on top of you

you will not escape.

also he starts giving you a lot of things, gifts, food, clothing

he's not a hopeless romantic so don't really expect any super grand gestures

he also doesn't really confess? he kinda just asks you out

confessing is lame to him, it's juvenile

"Ay, herbivore? You free this saturday? You better be, I need a date to this dumb restaurant."

azul ashengrotto <3

motherfucker is NOT confessing first

i really hate to break it to you, but after his childhood, he does not have the confidence for that

now, azul may not confess, but he will flirt

...badly...

when he realized he kinda panicked and was immediately overwhelmed with worst case scenarios

he does not think you would ever like him, when he was younger he tried confessing to someone and got laughed at

so that kinda crushed him

jade and floyd would not be told, but they would notice very quickly

azul gets flustered when you're around and you get offered discounts occasionally

at first they thought azul wanted something materialistic from you

no he just wants your hand in marriage

they immediately become his wingmen, but

they are kinda the world's worst wingmen

jade is actually pretty good at highlighting azuls charms and good traits, but he also loves embarrassing azul in front of you

floyd is, floyd

he's a bit louder and much less subtle

and when combined they just start embarrassing azul, the poor octo-mer is dying

now, if you start hinting towards liking azul back, it is on

he immediately goes back into his smooth personality and he will start flirting with you

it starts of subtle, but it will become more apparent as time goes on

if you're really lucky and catch him on a good day, he'll ask you out

he'll invite you to monstro lounge, no one else will be there and you will be treated like royalty

jade would be the one serving you and floyd would be watching very intently from the kitchen

everything is on the house, just for you

"Have whatever you'd like, Prefect. This is all but a little taste of what more is to come."

a/n: i had so much fun writing azuls, i love octavinelle so much asdfghjk

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luffyvace · 2 months

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Bonolenov x reader who’s from his tribe!! (｀_´)ゞ

Came up with this cute prompt when I was writing my phantom troupe relationship hcs

I love this idea :) enjoy bc its gn!~

Now to him, he was the last member of his tribe

the gyudondond tribe

it was low key depressing knowing that

Epsecially in knowing they were pushed out of they’re territory for modern buildings

and got erased ☹️

which is a cruel and unjustly way to go

but nothing was fair in the world the troupe grew up in

so he doesn’t let that get him down

and for you, you thought you were also the last member

knowing your entire tribe is wiped out and your the only one left….

how comforting. 😐

y’all probably met in meteor city or through the troupe

and I say this because 1) anyone outside the troupe he isn’t ordered to kill, he ignores. And 2) it’s just reasonable, he hardly talks to anyone outside of business

anyway

You both were overjoyed that your entire clan had not been eradicated !

seriously it’s so good to know at least one person in the world relates to you like no other

and has your cultural background!

Honestly as soon as you saw bonolenov’s holes you prob was like “wait..gyudondond tribe..?”

‼️ “yes I am! You know of it??….are you..?”

”YEAH!”

”what..?? I thought the rest of my tribe had been slaughtered!!”

”same! I though I was the last one!”

and boom 😎

you two found each other

And found out your the only TWO left in your tribe 👍 (😃)

talking about your traditions and culture together is always super fun and is soothing to be able to not have to explain how anything works

You share childhood stories once you get close enough

and how peaceful your village was

at some point you even got to how you survived the colonists 😬

But mostly lighter topics, like talking about your pasts and what turns you took

if your in the troupe he’s glad he doesn’t have to worry much about your safety since you at least should know nen

but he still kinda does because if you die then he’ll really be the last member this time :/

Although I will say he believes in your strength 💪

even if your not the strongest he knows you can handle yourself

discussing what happened to your tribe is kinda upsetting but there was some happy memories mixed in

if your angry and wish to seek revenge he understands

he may even help in what ways he can

and tbh

you two being a couple—both gyudondond tribe members work out better than either of you getting with someone outside the tribe

especially since your both used to y’all traditions and cultures

as far as food, dancing and his holes

plus courting will be the way the tribe traditionally does it

as well as gifting and such

it’ll just work out a lot better and things will run more smoothly in your relationship

and you two are generally just much happier

you could even live in a gyudondond traditional house and you two wouldn’t strife!

it’s like a dream for the both of you 😍

yall meant to be fr 😪🔗

overall you guys are very happy to relate to the other on that extra level 💗

Aww how cute

I really hope a bonolenov stan sees and enjoys these <3

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idyllic-affections · 1 year

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angel kisses.

summary. kaveh is always there to kiss away his sibling's pain. trigger & content warnings. brief (unintentional) s/h mentions. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. kaveh & younger sibling!reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. tbh no thoughts, head empty, only the silly architect. he has infected my brain. he lives in my head rent free! anyways dont worry you guys, this isnt the worst kaveh & sibling!reader angst i have, there are worse things coming teehee 💕💕💕 reader has gifted kid burnout syndrome in this (no they dont. its undiagnosed adhd /hj) because I Am Projecting.

Kaveh hated seeing his sibling cry more than anything in all of Teyvat.

He hated the way their lip would begin tremble and their voice would begin to waver when something didn't go the way they had hoped it would. Whether it be a project falling through, or having a thesis rejected, or getting into a debate with their seniors that they couldn't win simply because some of those researchers were too stubborn to admit to a junior that they were wrong...

He hated the way the Sumeran culture handled the children that seemed to be smarter than the others, plastering silly labels onto them that only served to differentiate them from their peers and set them up for a life of impossible expectations and psychological struggle. Such as was the case with his sibling. Kaveh had seen the effects of labelling first hand one too many times, and seeing his sibling in the state they were in was but a painful reminder that such titles only cause harm. It was why he advocated so passionately against them.

He hated the way they would whimper, breath stuttering and shallow as they tried to suppress their tears. The aggression with which they rubbed their eyes only made their face puffy and somewhat sore. It could sometimes get so bad that little scratches would line their cheeks; Archons, he loathed the sight of their skin being cut up like that. He hated that he had to guide their hands away, kissing their fingertips with such tenderness, as if to remind them that they should not be using their hands in a way that would only hurt them more. Their hands were not meant for harming, especially not for harming themselves. Their hands were made for greater things—creating, writing, being held—anything but harming.

He hated the way their soft cries always ended up breaking down into sobs when they were alone with him, how they would weep into his shoulder as his hands stroked up and down their back soothingly.

They were so pretty when they weren't crying, he thought. He much preferred seeing them smile, even if it was at his own expense. He supposed he could stand to lose a petty debate with his annoying roommate if it were to make them giggle. Kaveh loved seeing them happy; they were just so stunning when they were, outshining even his most remarkable achievments.

In a way, though, he knew very well that this side of them was equally beautiful in its own right.

Voluntary vulnerability was such a wonderful thing. It was as if they were placing their fragile heart in his hands to protect and care for in their toughest moments. He always had and he always would. Trust like that... even the gods above would envy how fully they trusted Kaveh in their most emotional times.

He'd drop anything to kiss away their pain; he cherished his clients, but he cherished his sibling much more. Their health, physical or mental, came before all else.

"I love you," they murmured softly, tiredly, eyelids fluttering shut as they leaned further into his embrace.

The gentle kisses he left on their eyelids were enough to indicate that the sentiment was very much mutual.

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! angel kisses are kisses placed on the closed eyelids of another. they communicate a deep sense of fondness and protectiveness over the recipient.

#aphelion's drabbles 🌸#platonic genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #platonic genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader

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chromotps · 3 months

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#saw this and thought it’d be up your alley^^#very star crossed vibes haha

oh!! tbh i don't know if i've ever gotten a submission before haha i hope this works right

[steeples my hands] this is up my alley... the poetry... ace acknowledging luffy and even sabo are somehow different from him... the idea that ace is in the echoes around luffy all the time......

but also. I am a big soft depressed weenie (especially after getting off work lmaO) so i have to make ace happy eventually—EDIT: I got a second wind and wanted to stretch my writing muscles, so... Have a wild drabble!!

Even as it set, the sun's light washed over Luffy like honey: rich and copious. It was something Ace couldn't lift from his brother's skin no matter how hard he imagined. Luffy was meant to be like this, golden.

Ace knew it was an odd thought, but he couldn't help it. They were sharing a rare quiet moment at the hill where they'd wept for Sabo. Now, with Ace's departure drawing near, he found his mind meandering down strange, overly sentimental paths, especially when it came to his brother.

Breaking himself out of the pattern, Ace unwound a hand from where it'd been wrapped around his knees, and gave a cursory yank—tugging on the tattered, too-big hat resting against Luffy's back.

"You don't really need this thing, do you?" he said. "You never get burnt."

Luffy, interrupted from idly pulling at the grass around him, looked up with an affronted expression. "Of course I need it! It was a gift from—"

"From Red-Hair, yeah, yeah, I know." Ace sighed. "I'm not saying it's not important to you, relax. Just that you don't need it—the sun doesn't bother you."

Luffy tilted his head, goofy preteen face squinting at the clarification. As if he had to think of everything in concrete terms, Luffy pulled the hat off his back, holding it in his hands so he could contemplate it.

A grin spread across his face. "I guess you're right! I'm still glad I have it, though." His smile was dazzling; Ace didn't look away, but his heart suffered a pang for the lack of action.

"It's a part of my dream, like you said." Luffy nodded. "As long as I have this, I'll know I'm on my way to becoming the most amazing pirate ever!" He looked at Ace then, grin turning impish. He'd probably been swept up by another one of his dumb ideas.

"Hey, Ace, you should start calling me 'Captain Luffy.' It'll help me get ready!"

"Pfft." Ace grabbed the hat from Luffy, and stuffed it back over his brother's head. Luffy couldn't see his fond smile, whining like he was from beneath the wide brim.

Ace held the smile while he spoke over Luffy's whine. "As if. Try that again when you've actually got a crew to boss around, and your own ship."

"Aww. C'mon," Luffy sighed. He sounded put-out, but he didn't refuse Ace's next unspoken offer: the older teen knelt, facing away from Luffy, arms lifted back to accept his brother's weight.

He didn't need to say anything at this point, the two of them so used to the tradition. Ace would carry Luffy, piggy-back, to Dadan's at the end of the day. Luffy climbed into his hold easily, chin resting over Ace's shoulder, childish pout still in place.

"I'm gonna do it some day, you know." So petulant.

"Sure," Ace said. It sounded dismissive, but he didn't actually have any doubt in his mind. He knew he'd lose Luffy to that dream eventually.

His brother might be right here in his arms, and they'd wake up tomorrow close enough to touch, like always. But Ace knew he'd never really belong at Luffy's side. He didn't belong at Sabo's, or his mother's, or Dadan's; but he especially wasn't meant for Luffy's.

They entered the forest, everything dimming in the earthy shade. Luffy was drowsy at his back. Ace's overactive brain thought that only made sense. The sun would naturally retreat, with night coming on.

Twilight gave way to dusk; a branch snapped somewhere in their vicinity, and Luffy tensed ever so slightly against Ace's back.

Well, Ace couldn't have that. And so he hummed. If nothing else, he could do this for the brother he couldn't keep. He'd make sure Luffy stayed safe and grew up strong. That way, if he ever faced something dark on the path to his dreams, he'd have a song in his heart instead of fear.

"S'not even that sunny," Luffy mumbled. Ace paused, turning his head slightly, but it wasn't like he could get a clear look at Luffy right now.

He kept on walking, but asked, "What was that?"

Luffy sighed. His tired, warm voice drifted by Ace's ear. "I don't really need the hat, 'cause we spend most of our time together here. In the forest... Right?"

He sniffed sleepily and then continued, "The sun doesn't really reach us here. N... Nothin' does." In what seemed like a total leap in logic, Luffy then said, "You don't really have to call me 'Captain.' When it's just you 'n' me..." Luffy yawned. "...none of that other stuff matters, 'kay? I'm just Luffy, and you're just Ace. S'all there is."

Ace blinked.

He squeezed Luffy's leg in his grip, and kept walking.

#submission #thank you!!#please excuse my post work moping #i am off to watch cute shoujo anime w some friends and eat fresh baked cookies which will literally fix me #acelu #?#for my own blog sorting purposes if nothing else haha

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fen-the-magnificat · 2 months

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literally EVERY question for &j. every single one

lets get into it!

the community, how much joy there is in the fanworks, and the music

aspec frankie - i still wouldn't personally write it, but i really really like how reggie does it, so i have definitely warmed up to it

romeo tbh. i didn't care that much about him when i first saw the show.

hrrrgh gonna give this one a miss sorry i really dislike any non-canon ships

angst for may. please keep hurting my fave i adore it

happiness. also colour

hurt may, and angst, as well as shenanigans

the pure amount of background details there are in the show - also the design of the show, like the set and the projections and i could talk about it all day its so clever

jumeo, i think. they're just kinda there i like that. also langelique

@thetisming. i will always appreciate him reaching out, i would be very lonely in the fandom otherwise :)

show me the meaning (there's something missing). that shit took me forever, I'm so glad it got the reception that it has, it meant a lot.

reg you are the amperstan, thanking you for tying the lot of us together, and for being so welcoming

we don't really have them (we should fix that)

maycois

may, but also frankie

I HAVE SO MANY but right now it's the end of confident where may runs on all happy, sees juliet and frankie kiss, and then like stumbles backward and runs of stage. hurts my feelings, 10/10

the entire show

maycois, or may and frankies character tags

there are so many. look at my ao3 bookmarks.

the darkest minds book series back when i was 11, there were less than 30 works and i read on ff.net

nevermoor bookseries. nevermoor discord i miss you everyday but i have been gone for so long and am scared to return

shadowycupcake or tillywunderwing. i wont bother them with tags but you guys were the first to make me feel welcomed in a fandom, i am forever grateful

i think caroline in the city? the last one was community but i have now watched that so

I've been able to connect with so many people that share my interests, and not be judged for it. i get to make things and people like it. i love being in fandoms rbiberkjsb crying brb

learn to take a step back. you will only burn yourself out if you don't. remember that fanworks (fanfic especially) are for yourself, first and foremost. learn to treat creating like a gift to yourself and not an obligation.

#& juliet #& juliet musical #nevermoor #the darkest minds

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kellyscowboy · 1 year

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ BROOKLYN RED

ᯇsummary ! ✦ in manhattan they'd call it a sin, but race's wearing brooklyn red for him ᯇpair ! ✦ spot conlon x racetrack higgins (livesies) || inspired by Tennessee Orange by Megan Moroney & these (one) (two) posts by @crystallized-twilight ᯇvienna’s thoughts ! ✦ uhhh i definitely think this could be better but i just wanted to get it out of my drafts tbh LMAO. i swear the next piece or writing will be better :') 1249 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

"Racer!" Spot groaned. "I give up. Ya ain't never gonna learn the damn song."

Racetrack smiled and took a drag from his cigarette. "Well, I like the teacher betta than the lesson anyway."

"No amount of flattery can make up for how badly ya butchered our song," Spot laughed. He continued to speak, but his words were lost in the night.

The lights on the Brooklyn Bridge gave Spot a certain glow. One that made his skin look like that of an angel. Racetrack couldn't help but stare as he watched the boy laugh. He wanted to listen to Spot, he really did, but how could he listen to him when he was so beautiful? He tries his best to focus, but who could if Spot was sitting in front of them looking like a gift from God?

Race wanted to tell him every one of his thoughts. How Spot's laugh was probably what Heaven's trumpets sound like, how gorgeous his eyes were-

"I mean, honestly, how do ya mess up the wor-"

"Red's definitely your color." And he winced because that was definitely not what he had meant to say. It didn't even begin to cover half of what he was thinking.

Spot smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "Red's Brooklyn's color, Racer."

He groaned, "I just meant- It looks good on you. Like, really good. Ya look heavenly right now. You sure you're real?"

"Pretty sure. Speaking of red," Spot shoved his hand into his selling bag and pulled out a crumpled shirt. "I know you'll always be Manhattan, but... I thought, maybe, you could play Brooklyn sometimes too?"

Race moved to grab the shirt and exchanged it for the one he had been wearing. He scoffed, mostly at himself. "God, the boys would kill me if they saw me wearing this."

"Ya still ain't told anyone 'bout us?"

"Have you?" Race snapped, slightly defensive.

A beat.

"No." Spot admitted as he adjusted his hat. He crossed his arms, defeated and grumpy. Race slumped down with him, he intertwined their fingers and let his forehead bump into Spot's neck.

"I didn't mean to snap at'cha." He sighed. "I just- I don't know how to tell ''em that the Spot Conlon—the one who left us for dead during the strike (hey!)—is my sweetheart. Hell, how am I supposed ta tell 'em you got me wearing Brooklyn red?"

Spot rolled his eyes. "I did not leave you for dead." A shrug. "You're all still alive, aint'cha?"

Race smiled fondly and rested his forehead against the others. "Yeah, I guess we is."

"I'm glad you are," Spot whispered. Then he straightened himself and pushed Race an arms-length away, and held him there. "Because if you weren't I woulda never seen how good you look playing Brooklyn."

He laughed and shoved Spot's cap—which was really his own; he had been sporting Spot's actual cap ever since the time they went to the racetracks—over his eyes. "Don't forget it's just playing. I'm only Brooklyn in your dreams."

"Damn right."

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Race flipped the shirt in his hands over and over again. He stared into the deep red that felt so much like home that it almost made him sick to his stomach. God, if anyone saw his damned red shirt. It was just a stupid shirt, but holding it in his hands felt like treason.

"Hey, Racer. Haven't seen ya in a while; where ya been?" And his heart dropped into his stomach as he rushed to crumble up the shirt and shove it under a blanket. Jack threw his hat onto a random bed before addressing him again. "Woah! Ya good, Racer? Ya look like you'se a ghost or somethin'."

"I'm alright. Hey, uh," it's now or never, "I've gotta tell ya somethin'. But- Listen, you can't tell the other guys, they'll probably kill 'im."

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, concern flooded his expressions. He leaned against a bed frame with his fists clenched. "Did someone hurt ya, Race? Did'ya mess with some dame and her fella got at ya?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "I'm fine, Kelly. Seriously. You've taught me better than that. Kind of."

The strike leader all but sighed with relief, then sat down on the bed across from Race. "So, what'dya need to tell me? What, ya done sellin' papes or something?"

"No, no. I'm still sellin' papes. I don't got enough money ta quit." He paused. "I might've... met someone."

Jack smiled, crossed his arms and leaned back in amusement. "And?"

"And... he's really good to me. He's got these eyes and they're... they're so blue that it's almost scary. Ya know the kind? He holds doors open for me, stop laughing. And he ain't made me cry yet. Which is saying somethin' for him." Race was looking down at his hands, a stupid smile beating the embarrassment to his face. "He ain't from 'round here, but he still- He still feels like home, ya'know?"

"I know the feelin'. Who's the fella?"

Race looked up, only to meet Jack's eyes just for a second. "Ya can't tell the other fella's, Jackie. I mean, they'd probably call it a damn sin-"

"Racer, come on. They ain't like that-"

"No. Not 'cuz of that, not 'cuz he's a guy. 'Cuz he's..." Race sighed and dragged a hand over his face. "He's got me wearing Brooklyn red, Jack."

And to that, Jack let out a long sigh.

"I know! Brooklyn ain'tcha best friend. Hell, they ain't no-one's best friend." Race started to grin a little again. "He, uh, he took me out to the bridge last Saturday."

"Oh, so that's where ya run off to. To betray us." Jack teased. He even reached forward and gave Racetrack a playful punch to the shoulder.

Race's smile was back in full force. "Anyway. It wasn't nothing like 'Hattan, but nothin' ever will be. But man, I'd like to personally thank whoever made the lights on that damn bridge. Ain't neva seen someone look like that. He looked like a damn angel."

"Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed-"

"I'm sorry Jack. It's just... man, I like him a lot. I'm even learning that stupid Brooklyn chant."

Jack laughed. "Race. I'm not actually disappointed, I'm just messin' with ya. But everyone looks better in 'Hattan colors. Can't deny that." He stated, pulling at his own shirt.

"Obviously. But that smile he carries with him makes ya forget all that. I mean, the grin he had when he made me try on a Brooklyn shirt; made me think I should only ever wear red for the rest of my life!"

Jack grinned and shook his head. "Well, well. Neva seen you so smitten over someone. So, what? Ya Brooklyn now?"

Racetrack laughed. "Never. Not even Spot's smile could make me crazy enough to leave 'Hattan."

"Ya fella's the Spot Conlon? Man, you ain't dating a fella from Brooklyn. You're basically dating Brooklyn itself!"

"I know."

"Listen, Race. Manhattan's gonna loves ya. Even the traitor part of ya." Jack leaned forward to grab Race's shoulder. "If you're happy, we're happy."

Race let out a sigh of relief.

Like a tidal wave, the rest of the newsboys poured into the lodging house. Jack gave the other boy a wink━a promise of secrecy━before he reached under the blanket, pulled out the Brooklyn shirt, and jumped up to wave it in front of the crowd. "You guys won't believe who Racer's swoonin' over!"

"Jack!"

#if this is bad just squint and it might be better!#i hate my writing someone send help #anyway!!#very different from what i wrote last time #country music is so good i wont apologize #i only edited it once so bare with me #posting it so that i don't have to deal with the guilt of it in my drafts #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #sprace #newsies #livesies #newsies live #broadway #newsies broadway #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // oneshots ❥#☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... writing

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aspoonofsugar · 1 year

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What do you think about the possibility of Ruby losing her silver eyes? Does it work for the story or no?

Hi!

Do you mean as in becoming blind or as a consequence of the tree treatment? Either way, I don't think it works, sorry :)

I am considering the tree scenario because I guess you are referencing ascension.

I don't think Ruby is gonna change in any particular way physically... Maybe she can get a new outfit or a new hairstyle, at most? In general, I think the result of her little therapy session with the Blacksmith (it turns out the tree is a free therapy session :P) should be for her to just accept who she is. We'll see, but this is where I am expecting we are going, as for now. At most, she can modify Crescent Rose a little. Still, I don't think she should come out as someone different.

Now, when it comes to her eyes specifically, they are literally the crux of her arc. Every character is going through the different stages/gifts (Knowledge, Creation, Destruction, Choice) in different ways. When it comes to Ruby, the motif, which is guiding her through it all is her eyes.

She uses them for the first time in Beacon, in ignorance (Knowledge)

She gains Knowledge about them and uses them to save everyone in Mistral (Creation)

She fails to use them in Atlas (Destruction? I think we might have something more for Destruction tbh in Vacuo)

She will probably choose to use them to save Cinder, instead than killing her (Choice)

Not only that, but the Silver Eyes are a metaphor for idealism:

SEW are idealists that can see the Light even amidst the Darkness and can use that light to fight Grimms aka manifestations of Darkness and Anonimity

Salem's attempt to turn them into Grimm is then her attempt to break their hope

Maria's loss of her SE symbolically results in her running away from her mission as a Huntress. She states outload she fails because of that, but once she meets Ruby she finds hope (light) again and teaches her about the eyes

Now, Ruby isn't meant to lose her idealism. Tbh we have already had an idealist lose its ideals and that was Ironwood and it did not turn out well. Like, not at all. Alternatively, we have also had an adult running away from her mission out of cynism and that was Raven and it did not end well either. So, Ruby is now at a crossroad... will she grow up like the adutls who failed her or will she become something different?

Now, obviously before she can do it, she needs to let go of her idealistic image of Summer, hence the way the last episode ended. She needs to really understand she doesn't have to be her mother and that her mother is just another person. Symbolically, her struggle is really the inverse of Oscar (one of her major foils):

Ruby wants to become Summer

Oscar doesn't want to become Ozpin

That said, I don't really see the SE as just Summer's legacy... they are a part of it, of course. Still, I think Ruby's self-actualization won't come from her giving them up, but rather by her choosing how to use them.

After all, they are Dorothy's slippers and LRRH eyes :''') Ruby is not supposed to give up on the main attributes of her fairy tales...

Just like let's say...Weiss isn't meant to give up on her Schnee name nor her legacy. Winter did and it is framed as a negative thing, as a way for her to escape from who she is. Similarly, Blake is not meant to leave her Faunus heritage behind nor to hide her cat years. And Yang is not meant to get her arm back.

All their identities are meant to be affirmed through and despite these attributes that were given to them. And yet, they all can choose what to do with it.

Thank you for the ask!

#rwby #rwby meta #asksfullofsugar #anonymous #rwby volume 9 #rwby spoilers

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top 5 serirei moments go

This is a great ask because i really dont have an answer ready jkhskda

Ok! These are my top five serirei moments! I have taken into account the anime, the hot springs OVA, the manga moments that didnt make it into the anime or that havent aired yet*, the official art which probably isnt canon but i cant NOT include them, the fanbook and the omake that i have read ...

*i am an anime-only but i read spoilers so i have only approximate knowledge of whats going on manga-wise lol i havent read everything tho so my opinion is not as well-rounded as id like yet but i made an attempt with what i know thus far (which is enough tbh). i have spoiler warnings wherever i deem necessary but please tell me if i need to add something!! what i included from the mp100 fanbook doesnt contain any spoilers, most of them are related to what we've seen from season 3

Anyway here we go!!!

JK JK JAKSJAKKKALDKJALSJD

I am obviously not counting that since it technically ISNT a serirei moment because Seri isnt present. Obviously. That's the reason.

For real now:

Reigen seeing Serizawa for the first time is a moment ingrained in me because the very first thing that Seri did was protect him using his umbrella aka his only source of comfort and security???? while he went against the one person who he thought understood him??? i dont know if it was meant to be read as an exchange of sorts or as a metaphor or as foreshadowing or all three but it's so incredible..

(spoilers, probably? --->) i think in the manga at some point Serizawa got an umbrella and it was clear instead of white or any other color, so when he was using it he was visible and so many fans were saying that this is a metaphor for him not being afraid anymore and standing on his own two feet as a person :'( anyway this is sort of irrelevant but it's kinda related to Reigen too (i think the umbrella was a gift from him??) And the fact that in the anime he uses the cards Reigen gave him as a weapon opposed to the umbrella Touichirou gave him....... (<----end of spoilers)

Also this tweet seems relevant and lives rent free in my mind

4. from the mp100 fanbook

the farting chair..... i cant like a pairing without them being absolutely ridiculous. Reigen doing whatever ridiculous thing he's doing and Serizawa being either "hm. sure." or "??????" is so funny to me. them going to the bar and getting drunk together and Reigen showing him a trick with Seri responding "i have a test tomorrow Reigen-san.." in contrast to what we've seen in the anime so far with Reigen being dramatic and actually impressing Serizawa is so good....... what do you mean this is more than one moment.......

3. (from s3e9)

this and the way they framed Reigen's wait-youve-never-liked-a-girl meltdown and then moments later showing him googling "how to ask girls out" must be an indicator for something (🤨🏳️‍🌈⁉)..... Also the way Reigen lets himself be a little vulnerable in front of Serizawa shows that he trusts him and that's weird since he is so guarded all the time while trying to show how great he is.. I like that he has someone he can share things with and maybe even be himself with

(the above are from this video)

2. the famous moment they cut-off from the anime (specifically from s3e9) (after no3 chronologically)

when i first saw this i was so sure there was something going on canonically that will slowly unravel. i have only seen bits and pieces of the manga but i still feel there is something here. its a small moment and then it changes scene back to mob. considering this being a little later from no3 it makes you wonder if its building up to something or not?? (the answer is its not but still. behind the scenes maybe?) Moreover Reigen's desire to be a good partner makes me??? I cannot explain correctly what this makes me feel because writing this made me both want to cry AND want to make that one meme with timmy's dad (since it couldn't make it into the anime)

1.?????

whatever??? this is???

I first saw this a year or something ago and it still mystifies me to this day... what was the purpose of this? what is trying to convey?? is this supposed to attract the male-loving fans of mp100??? i literally cant NOT read this as gay... it makes me lose my mind every time i look at it. They are literally gay married... (spoilers----->) they even co-own spirits and such at the end of the manga as far as im aware........ (<------ end of spoilers)

there is no way these guys are heterosexual, i think i drove my point home

There are so many things i like about their dynamic and canon didnt show us as many things as i wish it did (how reigen employed serizawa, what happened when they went for drinks and ended up both drunk etc etc) I love them both and I'm glad that they got to meet and work together in the manga and i got to read about it!!

THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

#this was. so unnecessarily hard.#i love serirei so much and i still dont know that much about them?? apparently????#maybe because i am so focused on each character independently and i like that they seem to fit as opposites of each other kinda #i dont feel like they are soulmates exactly. i dont know about fate but i like the concept of two people #figuring each other out and attempting to love each other despite their flaws #its amazing how sincere serizawa is where reigen cannot be and how flashy and dramatic reigen is when serizawa doesnt #need to be...#i dont feel like they were born as opposites but they learned to be as they work side-by-side #idk it feels amazing to me to be able to change and be yourself together with another person after #being alone for so long #and its not like seri didnt have his mum and reigen didnt have mob but now they learn to depend on each other while letting themselves be..#they need one another and they want one another and they shape each other according to the other #they call for each other in different subtle ways #the idea of two people finding each other and truly seeing each other at their worst moments #deciding to stay even after that and even in the small day-to-day stuff #and the concept of found family tying it all together makes me feel some type of way (kicking crying contemplating existence etc etc)#i think thats what love is #am i explaining this well??? ah words are hard #anyway this answer took so much time because i am a perfectionist in this kind of things #wild #onion talks #onion also probably needs to shut up i have written an essay all the way down here #i have worked less for presentations i dont know what happened #cicada my dear friend thank you so much for this #thank you so much for asking me about them!!! im dying to talk about them but i needed an excuse to do so #mp100 is so great if someone read all of this and hasnt watched it: you should. serirei is good but youre gonna love mob #i am complaining a lot all over this post but mp100 is more than ships anyway #i hope i am more comprehensible than i think i am also #this is a mess. bon appetite.#asks

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SGU Week Day 2 (I promise I can count; I'm just behind!!): Favorite Character

Leave it to me to get fixated on a character who only shows up in 4 episodes of a show that got cancelled 12 years ago. 😫 I thoroughly enjoyed SGU from its inception, but Amanda Perry is what took the show from something I really enjoyed to my current hyperfixation (yes, it's her fault I'm here, this fictional lady). She lives rent-free in my head. 💖

(Also fair warning this is gonna be long as hell)

I'm aware that her primary function is that of "love interest," but her character resonated with me on a much deeper level. Maybe I didn't travel a billion light-years to be with the person I love, but I did move 1,000 miles away from everything I knew to make a life with the man who became my husband. I know what it's like to feel rejected because the person you love shows their love differently (though I've been married for almost 6 years now after 3.5 years of long-distance, and then a lengthy engagement, so I know from experience that loving differently doesn't mean loving less). I know what it's like to feel like I'm not valued as a person, though in my case, I was mistreated because I'm autistic as opposed to being paralyzed, and I was regularly used and taken advantage of for my musical abilities, with little respect for my health or needs. I wasn't a person, I was a thing. I've been targeted by people I couldn't fight back against, even for things I didn't do. I know what it's like to be left behind for a lot of social milestones (driving, dating, etc.) I know what it's like to finally find that one safe person who sees you for you.

Amanda is relatable as hell to me. I do want to focus on her specifically in this post, though obviously her romantic endeavors are a factor. Tbh one of the main reasons I like her so much is, in addition to all the other stuff I just mentioned, is that she was the one to initiate things with Rush. I have little dating experience, myself, but I was the instigator in most of my relationships, especially with my husband. Gotta love those ladies who are active instead of waiting around for a guy to make up his mind!

Anyway, I make a lot of SGU memes and dumb lil comics that I share on Facebook, and a decent chunk of them are about Amanda (she even has her own multi-episode arc!!), so I'll share some of them here. I guess if people like them, I can put them on tumblr. I'll add that the vast majority of my content takes place post-stasis, so this Amanda inhabits her own meat body, cloned from DNA the SGC had on file, and is not a computer ghost or a body-swapper with questionable ethics. 😂

I have generated A LOT of memes lmao

Well that didn't turn out to be a metaphor for anything... 😏 I didn't catch this the first time, but I ugly-laughed on my second watch-through.

When the lockdowns were first imposed in my town, I had no idea what that meant, and I was literally about to get in my car and commit a crime because I thought my husband was going to be trapped at work for 2 weeks. Obviously, that wasn't the case, but I felt this scene.

Since my brain has chosen to attach itself to a character with minimal backstory, I'm obligated to fill in the blanks. One thing I find disappointing in media is that even the nerdy women tend not to have nerdy interests, which absolutely is not what I've experienced in real life. My thought is that Amanda was already something of a prodigy ("Little Miss Brilliant" probably isn't a nickname you get for being a regular genius lmao) before her accident, probably skipped a grade or two in school, private tutors in math and science, that kind of thing, and was later homeschooled before starting college as a teen. She was probably pretty lonely because of that. I'm not quite a "genius" (I have a Master's in music and an Etsy shop, and I uhhhhh make memes about an old TV show for fun), but I am a former gifted kid. Even though I took gifted classes from 4th-12th grade (academics, not that pull-out enrichment crap), I felt very lonely even among my gifted classmates, and I struggled with making friends throughout school because I was just too different. I was weird. I liked weird stuff. The girls were mean. The boys that were my friends didn't like the girly stuff I enjoyed, so I had to lock that part of myself away to fit in. The kids a grade ahead of me obviously left, and the kids a grade below me didn't want to keep in touch when I moved on to high school or college. It was lonely. I see similar things in Amanda's brief appearances. She's on the Destiny for 3 weeks, and she pretty much just sticks to Rush because he's "safe." She tries to be friendly with Eli, but he ends up making fun of her, and he's not very nice to her later on, either (sometimes for good reason; she's my fave but she's no saint). TJ isn't exactly in a position to be socializing during a complicated surgery, so she gets a pass. 😉

This was rambly, but my point is that a lot of lonely nerds are drawn to sci-fi, even the girls. I know for a fact that I'm projecting, but come on, she designs hyperdrives. You really gonna sit there and tell me she never watched Star Trek? 😂

As a side note (oh boy even more rambling), in my fan content, she and Eli have a very sweet friendship based on their shared nerd interests. I really don't think they'd get along in canon as things were left.

Speaking of sci-fi, I like to think that, after getting recruited for the Stargate program, Amanda watched all of Wormhole X-treme to prepare herself. I also like to think that no one else on Destiny's crew has seen it except Eli, who saw a handful of episodes randomly. I just really need him to see a stargate for the first time and be all like WOW JUST LIKE WORMHOLE X-TREME 😂 These are two separate excerpts, one mentioning the show and tying it back to actual events in SG-1, and the other showing a snippet of an episode. Replicators are kinda like Legos, so of course the humanoid Wormhole X-treme versions would be Lego people (I'm not creative, I'm just silly).

Going back to feeling lonely, I do think Amanda would be pretty imaginative, even if she's kinda one-note. In a fic I'm working on, she confesses that all of her fantasies involve Rush and having working legs (disclaimer that there's obviously nothing wrong with using a wheelchair and that disabled people can and do have fulfilling romantic relationships and sex lives, but it seems clear in the show that she would like to be able to walk again, so I have stuck to that for this particular story), and the narrative quality of her fantasies is very much on par with dollar store romance novels. She reminds me a little of Tina from Bob's Burgers and her "erotic friendfiction," so I made a few crossover memes. That's Tina's copy of "Buttloose" in the 4th panel. Panel 3 is also a borrowed quote from Tina. I do think Amanda might struggle with tidiness since she spent a good 25 years not being able to pick up after herself at all. I also struggle with this due to executive dysfunction and growing up in a borderline hoarder environment, so I guess I'm projecting again RIP 😅

No, really, Camile, what do you mean????

I guess in Amanda's defense, she doesn't find Rush off-putting in any way since he's not unnecessarily mean to her. 😂

I'm not sure if I'll ever complete my fic, but one thing I'm exploring, both there and, to a less complicated degree, in my memes, is Amanda's use of the neural link while she's a computer ghost. In Seizure, she seemed to use it with ease (apart from that one colossal fuckup lmaooooo), and I'd really like to see what she could do with it after her file is no longer quarantined. I've done a lot of cringe rambling and infodumping (congrats to anyone who's actually made it this far), so I won't go into detail, but she does work on expanding use of the link so she and Ginn can use it at the same time and connect to multiple people so they can socialize and function more as crew members instead of something like a guardian angel or familiar spirit. I'd also like, as mentioned in a previous post for this event, if she could help Lisa "see" again via the neural link. Another possibility, as alluded to in the above photo, is making "holograms," which aren't really holograms, but are more like skins for the ship's AI. What's cooler, accessing a medical database in the infirmary, or asking the EMH from Voyager to give you the info you need? If you're a loser like me, it's absolutely the second one.

More backstory!! My hc is that Amanda's parents were killed in the accident that paralyzed her (on the way to some math tournament with the high school mathletes or something idk I'm a musician I don't know what STEM people do for fun), and she was raised by her grandparents. We all love to make our faves suffer, and I'm no exception. This is just a silly little comic, but there is a certain sadness of being intellectually advanced but emotionally immature, something common among gifted kids and neurodivergent people (and I'm both, wheeeee). Things are thankfully getting better now. I love seeing more acceptance. But it was difficult in the early 00s when I was a teen, and I'm sure it would have been harder for Amanda in the '80s and '90s. It's also difficult when you have to rely on someone else for transportation, but they are unwilling to take you places (I went nowhere in college except school and church and my parents were still always mad at me, which is weird of them because they actively discouraged me from driving and would not teach me or help me get over my fears, so uhhhh yeah).

Last one~

So yes, I'm definitely salty that my top 2 SGU ladies got fridged twice (Ginn's my second fave because of course she is). I do think it opened up a lot of interesting possibilities for both characters, but as the show was tragically cut short, we have to rely on fan content. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make here is that Amanda and Ginn would have been fine had Amanda simply studied Bobby Hill's Guide to Self-Defense. Yes, it's bad, but I am a bad person and I generate irreverent things.

If you made it this far, then congratulations, you're an obsessed weirdo like me!! I know Amanda isn't exactly popular, nor is SGU, especially not so long after the fact, so I don't really expect anyone to read all this. If you do, I hope I was able to convey why she is so special to me. If nothing else, I hope you enjoyed the memes.

Also this took me like 5 hours to write, Jesus Christ I need to sleep

#sgu week #amanda perry #sgu #stargate universe #wormhole x-treme #shitpost #sgu memes #sgu amanda #sgu headcanon #sgu spoilers #look it got cancelled 12 years ago but i didn't even know it existed until about a year ago #THAT'S MY PURSE I DON'T KNOW YOU #i just love her so much #and I'm glad I'm finally free from RWBY because it sucks being hyperfixated on something you don't like anymore #now I have a new thing to like and be obsessed with!#long post #very long post

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Common misconceptions:

there seems to be this reoccurring idea about zeus that says he is unintelligent or rash, and that his sex drive is his main motivation for everything and often leads to dumb decisions. which is extremely frustrating because it could not be more opposite. zeus is literally a god known and revered for his wisdom and sense of justice. his decisions are always carefully calculated. and his trysts with lovers are primarily motivated by either duty or love, neither of which are rash acts of lust but something far more meaningful - or at least purposeful. the more research I do, the more convinced I am of this fact, and the 'big idiot Zeus' trope is suuuper misguided.

i'm doing two because I can. a common misconception for hades is this idea that he is somehow kinder, purer, better than the rest of the gods because of some skewed sense of morality that people apply to them. the 'hades can do wrong, he's an innocent teddy bear' kind of rhetoric. I think it's perfectly acceptable to see the good in him, but using hades as this symbol of perfection is not only inaccurate (he doles out cruel punishments, he cheats on his wife, the same as the other gods do), but it also does a disservice to who hades is. he is not meant to be perfect, he is meant to represent the cold and unforgiving but ultimately fair realm he rules. he's not a teddy bear.

An important headcanon:

zeus is an excellent king. he is charismatic and charming, and knows how to work people to get what he wants with startling success rates. he is incredibly wise and observant, and can read a change in the room or in a person's mood from subtle hints. he can infer what people want or need with minimal clues. he has a very strong sense of justice and an aptitude for discovering what is fair and best for people. he has not been perfect and has made mistakes, but he has also owned up to them and continues to strive to be better.

hades being a deeply emotional and troubled individual who is terrified of letting go of the stoic mask he has crafted for himself is integral to his character. hades appears cold and aloof, uncaring and calm, patient and quiet. he is not easy to anger and few have seen him cry. but internally he deals with a lot of emotion and struggle - trauma, anxiety, a feeling of inferiority, autism and its associated struggles. he has to fight to stay composed all the time, and much of his energy is dedicated to that. which means that in interactions with others, he is often putting on a facade - or, if he does let down his guard, it is a sign of utmost trust.

A useless headcanon:

zeus has kept every fathers day gift his children have ever gotten him.

hades keeps a little journal (multiple journals at this point) where he ranks and keeps track of every movie he's ever watched and what he thought about it. Vertigo is his favourite of all time.

Potential triggers:

Zeus' story includes violence, death, torture, child abu/se, eating dis/orders, SA, and a lot more I'm sure.

hades' story is also full of triggering content, for sure. violence, death, kidnapping, SA, alcoholism, child loss, self h/arm, abuse, and probably more I'm forgetting tbh.

Something you enjoy about writing them:

Zeus is so FUN??? his dialogue is always wittier and snappy, with lots of sarcasm or really bold statements that I always enjoy getting to write. and there's such a variety between his relaxed moments, his moments with family, his moments with strangers. genuinely writing his dialogue is always enjoyable.

I also love writing hades when he's laid back tbh. writing a hades who has let his guard down, who dares to crack jokes or be himself is a lot of fun and I wish I could do it more but SOMEONE makes it difficult

Something you want others to know before writing with them:

zeus is not a punching bag. he is not a character I am willing to let be dragged through the mud or treated poorly to make another character look better. I am totally willing to write him in undesirable ways or acknowledge his flaws and mistakes but I won't let him take abuse and honestly??? neither will he. with that in mind, we can still get deep with it!

hades loves his family. and yes, that includes all of them. he may not be close with all of his siblings or nieces and nephews but he still cares deeply for them and tries not to judge them too harshly. insulting any of them in front of him because people think he hates them is probably a bad move.

tagged by: @kallistcs

tagging: you!!

#save.#hades.#zeus.

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sorceress-queen · 1 year

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Arthur x Morgana [ArMor]

Morgana doesn't like it that Arthur spent the afternoon with somebody else on her birthday. However, Arthur is ready to make it up to her by giving her a gift. Just pure fluff tbh. 💕 This is kinda pre series I think.

She should not be jealous. She knows this, and yet she spends the day inside her room, sulking while standing by her window hoping to catch a glimpse of Arthur. She taps her fingers against her arm as she continues to stare out the window wondering who is more important than her on this day to Arthur.

"Morgana?" She hears Arthur and listens to his steps grow closer and closer to her, but she keeps on ignoring him; he deserves this. Morgana assures herself after catching his expression in the reflection of the window; she must not fold.

"I am sorry for missing riding out with you this afternoon." She merely nods in acknowledgment, but this is not what she is mad about, it is part of it yes, but not the whole truth.

"I'd like to make it up to you if you let me." He speaks up again, encouraged by her reaction to his apology, which is better than a simple death glare.

"But I need to cover your eyes first." He shows the red cloth in his hand to her, and while she rolls her eyes at him, she still allows him to tie it and cover her eyes. "No cheating." He jokes but she only huffs in response.

Arthur gently takes her arm in one hand while he rests the other on her back as he leads her out of her chambers and down the stairs. In retrospect, he could have waited to put the blindfold on her.

"Alright, I'll take it off now." He says next to her ear, the hand from her back sliding up to untie the cloth. He grins down at her as he points to the white horse in front of them.

"Happy Birthday, Morgana." He furrows his brows together as Morgana doubles over in laughter. He looks at her and then at the horse and the groom holding the reins. What has gotten her in such a mood?

"You went to get a new horse for me today, didn't you, Arthur?" She asks as she affectionately caresses the horse's neck. Arthur has never wanted to be in the place of an animal as much as he does now while watching Morgana nuzzle against the horse and whisper in their ear.

"Yes, this is why I couldn't go riding with you earlier, but we can go now." He offers and takes the reins from the groom, asking him to prepare his horse for the ride.

"Thank you," She smiles at him as she moves over and pecks his cheek. Having her own horse meant that she wouldn't have to ask for Uther's permission to use one of his whenever she wished to go for a ride (although she often skipped the asking for permission part and just borrowed a horse).

"Of course, it was time for you to have a horse of your own and stop stealing mine." She nudges his side at that and laughs along with him.

"I believe your horse preferred me over you, I am better at riding than you." She teases him, and that gets her a nudge from Arthur and a roll of his eyes accompanied by a grumble that she can't decide the nature of.

"Let's race!" She suggests when the groom brings Arthur's horse. Arthur nods and offers to help Morgana up on her horse, better he than another man. She accepts his help, but only because of the number of layers her current dress has. He does not mind it, chuckling as he helps arrange the skirts so that she may ride comfortably and safely.

Morgana waits until he is halfway up his horse before she instructs hers to gallop away.

"Morgana!" He yells after her, huffing to himself about how she is such a cheat, but smiling regardless as he rides after her and watches her hair tumble down her back. He wouldn't have her be any other way.

#arthur x morgana #ArMor #the lady and the champion #morgana x arthur #writing #fanfic

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Neither Did I (Nicola Francesca x Fem!Reader)

Happy birthday to my love @sammilimyy I wanted to make something for you again this year so I figured I'd do alittle something something for your best Italian boi. I hope you like it Sam! You are so special to me and I am always greatful to have you in my life! I love you so much my love!

Word count: 3748

Warnings: Angst with fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of WWI, probably incorrect historical facts? it's been a while, maybe OOC Nicola? (I broke him tbh), may have romanticized the Mafia (honestly the Mafia talk is so little that this warning may be unnecessary) so please understand that this is a work of FICTION and not meant to be taken seriously, the Mafia irl is messed up sooooo yeah, semi-edited, no beta we die like men or whatever

Ever since you were little, your mother used to tease you about how, “Nicola Francessca was going to marry you.” Obviously, being a child you had no idea how she would come to that conclusion. To you, Nicola was the person you could rely on. As a child he was there when you were upset for whatever reason. He was your guardian angel through it all. There were many nights you could remember of just spending time on one of the old rooftops in town and gaze into the brilliant sky together. You saw him and his family as part of your own and they welcomed you with open arms. Well, at least Dante and Gullia did. Nicola saw them as the most important people in his life at the time so only saw their introductions and approval as necessary. Your childhood with him was one that was constantly filled with laughter. There wasn’t a moment when you were not with him.

Time passed; both of you grew and, of course, so did your feelings. While Dante continued to have that baby brother charm you loved to tease him about, Nicola, you began to see in a different light. Your smile changed when you were with him, the way his hand felt in yours felt different, and the sound of your name falling from his lips became more and more special. Nicola too changed. Long gone was the scrawny boy you would playfully make fun of. Now, he has somehow grown into an attractive young man. And somehow, said man seemed to know this effect he had on you. Many times during your teens he would jest and tease about how you always looked away when he smiled at you. Or how you got tongue tied when he tossed any sort of praise your way.

It was embarrassing really how flustered you got around him. In your mind, it was only a one way feeling, but Nicola felt the same way. Your eyes grew bright when he showed you a part of town you didn’t know, or when he brought you sweets and coffee out of the blue just to see your excitement at what new dulce he has brought you today. Everything you did seemed to strike him through the heart. Time and time again, he was resorted to putty in his hands at your voice and any type of request you gave him.

“Nicola, can we go to the garden today?”

“I know you’re busy but, do you think we can get more treats from the bakery?”

“Won’t you come in? Mia Mamma made enough dinner to feed five of us.”

How could he resist you? You who looked at him like he was your world. He didn’t realize when it happened but during the moments spent together, a treasured calm from the storm of the Mafia life, he had fallen for you. You made him want to be a better man. Nicola craved for your touch. Any opportunity he could get to hold your hand was a gift he didn’t want to let go of. Leaning on your shoulder while you sat, holding you close to him when it got cold and you forgot to bring a shall, laying his head on your lap. It was all the soft, innocent touch that he wanted. He couldn't go too far however, all of them must remain–friendly? Yes, friendly. Two young teenagers who found comfort in each other. Nothing more, nothing less. But what if he wanted it to be more?

“Hey, Nicola?” It was late in the afternoon. You both decided to walk around the town even if Nicola’s father wanted him home but he never listened to what that bastard had to say. Nicola held your hand as you strolled down the cobblestone streets taking in the setting sun and soon blooming night-life the town had to offer.

“Yes Darling?” The pet name he honored you with always caused you to shy away. It was subtle this time, but Nicola saw the way you smiled at the ground and felt the way you squeezed his hand a bit more lovingly.

“Nicola,” Composing yourself, you began again. “What am I to you?” It was an unexpected question and caused him to just barely falter in the pase he set with you but luckily you didn’t notice the slip.

“What are you to me?”

“Yes.” The young girl gazed up at him with brilliant eyes full of adoration.

Damn it, she’s going to bring me to an early grave.

“You are very special to me my dear. I always look forward to the time we get to spend together.” Then he stopped, turned you to face him, and brought your mouth to his lips. He gave you nothing more than a chaste kiss but somehow, you felt like it was enough for the time being. “There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” Amore mio, he wanted to add that. How desperately he wanted to add those two small words to fortify this relationship with you. But he couldn’t. He was only 17 and you 16, there was that small chance, that small seed of doubt that, once it takes root, is sometimes impossible to remove. So he remained in this space with you. Mutual pining that neither of you were ready to confront.

And you were both happy. Soon, when the time was right, you both would express your mutual feelings for each other and from there you would live a long, happy life with him. Oh how silly you were.

In 1914, an announcement was made, one that many knew was coming. The Kingdom of Italy had officially joined the war. Any young man at the age of 18, would be drafted to fight alongside the Central Powers. And of course Nicola Francessca was one of those chosen men.

It was depressing really, the only ones who saw him off were you, Dante, and Gullia. Dante, of course, held it together better than Gullia did, she practically saw Nicola as her own son. Both of them said their heartfelt goodbyes and they gave you a moment with him.

“H-”

“You shouldn’t have to go.” You spoke with a strain in your voice and refused to meet his sapphire eyes. Nicola saw as spots of the ground got darker from your falling tears. “But you’re leaving, for who knows how long, and-and I-” You broke the sentence and raised the back of your hand to your hidden face.

“Hey-”

“How will I contact you? What if they don’t allow letters? Or what if something happens to you? How will Gullia know? How will Dante? How will-”

“Look at me amore mio.” Nicola’s voice was soft and secure. But the calmness of his tone wasn’t what made you look at him. He’s never called you that before. Nicola wrapped one hand around your head, fingers lacing into your hair, placed his bags on the ground and brought you to his chest. He held you there for who knows how long and the shock on your face must have been a sight to see. “I promise nothing will happen. I guarantee you that I'll only be gone for a few months.” Then he chuckled, the vibrations bringing you some kind of comfort, “Or don’t tell me, you’ve become so attached to the hip that you can survive a few little months without me?” A scoff left your lips. Part of you was upset that he dared tease you at a time like this but a bigger part felt that same comfort you always did. You wrapped your arms around his waist and closed your eyes. You took in the feel of his clothes against your skin. The way his arms felt around you. The scent of the cologne he always wore ever since you bought it for his birthday years ago. But most importantly you listened carefully to his heartbeat.

Thum-bum.

It truly calmed you. Nicola calmed you. You listened to that steady beat as he held you.

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. I told you before, there isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” His heartbeat didn’t waver. You could trust him.

A sniffle escaped and you buried your face into his uniform. “I’m holding you to that.” A chuckle verberated again in his chest. When the train whistled, you finally broke apart. Nicola wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and picked up his bags. His back turned to you and he walked to the train door entrance, handed the conductor his ticket and that was that.

As you walked back to Gullia and Dante, a dark thought crossed your mind. The thought that that possibly was the last time you’d ever see Nicola again. The tears came again. It was frustrating really. Gullia saw your plight and held you as you both walked. Danted gave you a handkerchief to dry your tears, and you whispered, “There’s still so much I need to tell him. Why didn’t I tell him?” Not knowing what to say, Gullia could only tighten her grip, and Dante held your hand in comfort.

He was a liar Nicola. You knew it was childish but you truly thought that he would only be gone for a few months. A few months had passed and he still wasn’t home. It made you cry even now, as you packed your bags. Burlone had gotten too dangerous with the war. More soldiers had been stationed in town and the government had gotten forceful on many of the residents. You and your Mamma had to leave. She said that you would stay with a family member up north. It was calmer, she claimed. You barely had time to say goodbye to Dante or Gullia. You both made your escape from the town. Two pricey tickets later, you and your Mamma left. You heard her light snores and the clacking of the train filled the ride. As you gazed out the window, the only thing you could think about was how thankful you were to have that last moment with Nicola.

Years passed.

The war was over.

Italy had won? Lost? You didn't care anymore. Your Mamma had somehow found a way to get your old house back. You didn't think that you would see it again. The sights and sounds. It would take a while but eventually you figured things would return to some type of normalcy. It had been nearly four years since you last saw Burlone. Since you last seen Dante, Gullia-

And Nicola.

He never wrote to you. There was a small hope that when you got to your old home there would have been a pile of letters just waiting for you, but now. Just a dirty old house. A few neighbors who stayed helped you clean the place up and after a month it began to feel like you could live normally again. You began going out into town more frequently months later. Saying hello to old friends and visiting those who you could remember. And everytime without fail, you'd walk by the Falzone manor. You also never asked about Nicola. It's been long enough now that he would have come to see you. If you hadn't heard a word from him, you just assumed the worst and allowed your heart time to process it.

A few people told you that the Falzone did okay all things considered. There were a few spots here and there while the Kingdom of Italy was stationed here. But the order they kept or tried to keep was to the best of their ability.

"Oh wait, I remember you!" One bar owner exclaimed that caused nearby patrons to look as well, "You were Nicola Francesca's little girlfriend!"

"Well, yes I guess that's me. But I was never-"

"Look at how grown up you are bella! I'm sure Nicola was happy to see you once he got home."

Your head snapped up, "Nicola? He's-he's home? Alive?"

The bar owner gave a bellowing laugh, seeming unable to understand your shock, "Why of course bella. I think I saw him walking around not too long ago. Went down the street where the cafe is." Last you knew, there wasn't a cafe that way but it's been a while so who knows. You said your thanks, secured the groceries you had, and ran in the direction he pointed.

There just like he said, was a cafe and there sitting outside of it was Nicola. He looked older which was a given but being apart from him truly made your heart grow fonder. You wanted nothing more than to run to him. Finally tell him everything you should have said at the train station. But why didn't he come to you first? Did he even ask around if you were home or where you were? You didn't care.

Steeling your nerves, you approached the table. But as you did, another girl sat across from him. She was beautiful to say the least but that wasn't what stopped. What stopped you was how Nicola stood from his chair to give this girl a kiss on the cheek and hold her hand as they enjoyed their coffee.

What?

You didn't understand it at all. All this time, you thought that he would come home and you both would finally be together. Why, why was your Nicola Francesca flirting with another woman? Your heart dropped and you felt like you suddenly didn't know where you were. Feet remained unmoved as you stood there to witness it all. Only when Nicola laughed did you finally snap out of it. You turned to leave but of course-

"Oh sorry signorina, I didn't- Ah little bambina." That voice and nickname only Marcos ever called you that.

"Hello Marcos, sorry for bumping into you but I have to leave." You made quick work to pick up the things you dropped. People were starting to stare and you wanted to go home.

"Didn't realize you were back. It's good to see you again."

"Same here, look Marcos, if you want to talk later I'm sure mia Mamma would love to have you over. We still live in the same house." Marcos tried to talk to you more but you took your leave. You forced yourself not to look back but you weren't strong enough. With a glance over your shoulder, you saw Nicola stare at your retreating body. Mouth ajar and a mix of shock and something else written on his face.

A day passed, then two, it wasn't until the third day that Nicola showed up at your door. Your mom welcomed him with open arms talking about how handsome he was and how it's been too long. You heard it all from your bedroom upstairs but didn't make an effort to see him. Not until there was a small knock on your door did you move and there he stood. Nicola had on a green button up tucked into his pants. You noticed his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes were the same but different. It still felt like home when you looked at them but it didn't have that same light you once remembered. He also held a bouquet of pink and blue flowers, ones he knew were your favorite. None of that mattered now however.

"Is there a reason you're at my door, Francesca?"

Ouch, fine, he deserved that one. "I came to see you."

"Yes?" You folded your arms, "Well you've seen me so now you can leave."

He ignored that comment, "I didn't know you were home. I was told that you left town soon after I left. Did you-"

"Why Nicola?" You stopped him before it could go any further. Not wanting to beat around the bush you just cut to the chase, "Why didn't you come see me when I came back?"

"Why didn't you come see me?"

Tears welled up, he had the audacity to throw the question back at you? "I heard nothing from you once you left. I thought you died, Nicola. At the train station, you said you would come back. You said that I was special to you so-so why didn't you-Why did it take you so long?"

He didn't have an answer.

"An-an-and why," Damnit, keep it together. Do not cry in front of him, it's not worth it. "Why were you with that other woman? Is that what you are now? A shameless flirt? There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you. Did those words mean anything to you Nicola? Because they meant the world to me."

It was silent and before you knew it, you had closed the door on him. You thought that was the end. Truly you did. But the next night while your mom went to dinner with Marco, Nicola arrived once again.

"Let me in. Please?"

You sighed and against your better judgment allowed him entry. A shoe box was tucked in his arms. You led him to your room and sat on your bed and him in a chair and waited.

"I want to explain everything to you and then you can decide if you want me to leave, okay?" You nodded with crossed arms. Nicola then took a deep breath before continuing. “Not that this would make you feel any better, or to make myself look better, but I didn’t write to Gullia either. The only person who I wrote to was Dante.” You scoffed, “Just hold on. There was a reason for it.” The grip he had on the box seemed to loosen as he hung his head. “There was nothing to write home about in the trenches. Everyday I would see someone else lose a life out there. I thought that being in the Mafia I'd seen it all but-There were somethings I just couldn’t get over.” He stopped for a moment. By then you had unfolded your arms and softened your demeanor. You reached out to hold his hand and he turned it over to hold it back tightly.

“Oh Nicola. I had no idea.”

“No. You didn’t. But that’s how I wanted it to be. I’m not the same man I was when I left. No man out there ever comes back the same. Sometimes, while we tried to sleep, they would play loud music or make noise to keep us awake. I thought I would lose my mind. When it was all over, when they said we could go home, I didn't feel like I was good for you any more. I didn’t feel like I was the same man you cared for. The same man that you found comfort in died. I’m all that’s left.”

His breath was shaking. All you could do was sit, hold his hand, and listen. You felt useless but you hoped that it brought Nicola some type of comfort.

“I came home. I did my best to continue where I left off. I asked Gullia about you. She said you had moved to a safer place and felt relieved. I didn’t have to face you as I am now. But then you came back. I saw you on the first day you came to the town. Graceful, talking to everyone like you never left, and all smiles. Beautiful, beautiful smiles. You were so happy, I didn’t want to ruin that. I flirted with other women to forget about you but I knew where my heart lied.” Finally, he let go of your hand. Nicola took the shoe box he had and placed it in your lap; it was heavier than you expected. “I remember everything I said to you at that train station.” He gestured for you to open the box. When you did, the tears that welled up began to fall.

They were letters in unopened envelopes all addressed to you. You went through a few in Nicola’s presence and continued to cry. All of them talking about how much he missed you. How much he longed to be by your side again. Your heart felt like it would burst from this overwhelming feeling.

There was a raspiness in your voice, “You-you never sent them.”

“It didn’t feel right. I just needed you to know,” Nicola got up and placed his lips against your cheek. One hand played with your hair and he took a deep breath of your familiar scent. The scent and feel of something he missed for so long. “I never stopped thinking about you.” He kissed your cheek. Then stayed there. In between shaky breaths you said.

“I don’t want you to leave me. Please, not again.” The breath he held was released, he was at ease with his heart and mind. You brought him into a hug and he wasted no time to return it. He laid you back on the bed and you took him into your chest. He found solace in being with you. As he rested, you played with his hair, running your fingers through them as both your breaths steadied. After all this time, you had him here. He wasn’t going anywhere, you were going to make sure of that. Nicola picked up his head and gazed into your eyes. A hand brushed his bangs out of his face so you could get a better look at him. Yes, he was different. He wasn’t the same; but you didn’t care. He was here and he was yours and you his. He cupped your cheek and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was years in the making as you both secured the relationship. Your lips meshed with one another in imperfect harmony. It was somewhat unconventional but neither cared. You leaned in more to just taste more of him, all of him. It was intoxicating.

When you broke apart, his cheek made a home against your neck as you planted kiss after kiss on his head. Nicola wrapped his arms around you and once again laid with you. Playing with his hair, the tears had stopped and you felt like you could breathe once more. He had softly whispered “I won’t leave you again amore mio.”

You thought back to his words again, “You truly never stopped thinking about me?”

“Not once.”

You smiled and, holding him tighter, responded, “Neither did I."

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Top Pilot Pt. 3

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Avengers x Fem!Reader

Genre: angst, fantasy, celestial shit

Warnings: mention of death, panic

Wordcount: 2457

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Summary: Y/n almost dies and some girl safes her, but is that really just some girl? And who is that man that this girl refers to as "her father"? The pilot will experience new stuff and see things she's never seen in her entire, mundane life.

A/n: I wrote this about a year ago and tbh, you can see how much my style of writing changed. F.e. I wrote Stupid Sunshine (A Shuri x fem!Reader os, I recommend reading it, haha) a few days ago and it just changed- I'm so sorry that the plot sounds so terribly messed up because the sentences sound so weird but that's because I'm not speaking English anymore in my daily life and switched to completely German TT. Please bare with me and enjoy the story.

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They were about an hour or so away from the base, the copilots didn’t notice the unknown flight object, when it was the same height and Y/n’s jet, she saw it.

„Guys, identify please.“ She ordered but none of them answered.

Y/n turned around to see if she was alone, next to her some unknown aircraft and she had no weapons at all.

„I’m prepared to sacrifice my life, I would gladly do it twice.“ She hummed and started flying her signature move, the black jet now close behind her. She saw the last glimpse of sub when a rocket hit the engine and the plane started sinking.

“I’m gonna die, fuck man.” She whispered and grabbed the necklace around her neck with the small garnet in the middle, a gift from her best friend Jason.

“Man I even told Peter I’m not gonna die on the Air Force, look where I am now.” She chuckled to himself, still holding the small gem in her now sweaty hand. It would’ve been a lie if she said he wasn’t scared, he was, as hell, but she knew she did a lot of good things in her life so she didn’t need to worry about going to hell.

And then, the jet touched the ground and crashed with a loud thud. Y/n could swear she smelled fire right before the engine exploded and got thrown a few metres away from the scenery, I might even say she was lucky it did. She also swore nobody knew how this felt. If she had to think about the number of pilots that died in accidents, her brain hurt.

It wasn’t a lot but despite the fact that none of them survived them she basically hoped to just die there in the sand, fire and broken parts of the raptor all around her but as the unconsciousness didn’t set in tears slowly pooled from her eyes. It just meant that she wouldn’t die. By the way how her legs were trapped between the ground and a heavy piece of the jet’s wing and the pain, she believed if anyone found her here she would end up in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

She didn’t even know how the time ran but when she could see someone walking up to the accident site her heart dropped. Right now she just wanted to die and no one should save her, she didn’t want to face all of the after effects of an accident this heavy anymore. Maybe it was her destiny to die, otherwise that accident wouldn’t have happened.

The person came closer and at one point she was able to make out that the person was a female with golden, shiny hair that was the last thing she saw when her already blurry sight became worse and she passed out.

White.

Everywhere white.

The walls were- There were no walls.

No sky, no landscape, just white.

She looked down and recognized that she was definitely in her own body, only her attire was now more of a white sheet wrapped around her frame.

“Where am I?”

The words echoed back and forth; the room was empty. In front of her dust started materializing and the woman with the golden hair which she saw earlier, when she went unconscious appeared.

“You’re Y/n, right?” She asked, widely smiling at her to which the girl just nodded.

“Am I dead?”

“Oh no, love. You’re healing at Zacaber, with us. I’m Irma and my king sent me to earth to help you.” She said and Y/n just shook her head.

“No, no, no no no no! I must be dead, this place looks like I’m dead!” Her voice broke and she sunk to the ground, sobbing. Where the fuck could Zacaber even be, it at least didn’t look like a planet or something, because which planet could be this chokingly white? Couldn’t be a hospital though because they have walls-

But so called Irma just laughed at her behavior and pulled her back up her feet without even a touch.

“You were nearly dead, that’s true, but we didn’t save you because you were just almost dead, your soul wasn’t ready to die. My father is the guardian of the dead and he didn’t want to collect your soul just yet. We will revive you but there’s one condition.”

She didn’t stop smiling and it started scaring Y/n. I mean don’t you think it’s scary if someone you don’t know tells you her father is a god and tells you that they’ll be able to give you your life back but she smiles creepily and mentions a special condition?

I think that’s scary as shit.

“You’ll become his first daughter and a goddess.”

She was shocked, indeed. Not everyone offers you on a simple day day to become a heir of a throne and also a goddess, that’s cool to be honest and she didn’t see any reasons to disagree.

“Okay.”

“What?”

“Yeah I said I’m okay with it, let’s do it.”

She started laughing and so did Irma and then she woke up. Was it all just a dream? The people surrounding her definitely didn’t approve of her hopes because these people looked pretty real.

“She’s awake…”

Whispered someone and somehow it was so audible, it scared the shit out of the young woman.

“Gorgeous, hiss guys, I gotta great my princess.”

And suddenly she saw Irma, and she looked definitely like a goddess, her skin was pale like porcelain and her teeth white and sharp.

“Hey princess!” She smiled and exposed her extremely brilliant grin, patting her shoulder.

“Look at you, you look all fresh!”

“Huh?”

She stood up and searched for a mirror, which she found soon and her mouth left a gasp when she looked at herself. Her usual hair colour was gone and the white looked extremely good on her. An intensive blue shone from her eyes and her sight was way better than before. The teeth looked just the same as Irma’s and she also liked it.

The first time in years she felt worth living and confident enough to go outside without wanting to change.

She started to feel like this when she was in middle school, always being the oldest one and getting mocked for it. When she graduated, she didn’t feel good either because she always thought she’s too much.

But looking at herself now made her wonder if people always saw her like that.

“I look pretty-“ She breathed out and made Irma laugh again – as if she thought everything that comes out of her mouth is funny – and nodded. “Of course you do! You’re a goddess!”

She gave her the exact same brilliant grin she gave her a few minutes ago and shook her head, laughing.

“I don’t know how you did that but I feel like I know you all my life but honestly- I’ve never seen or met a goddess and I didn’t know your kind is so damn pretty.” She stated, but Irma just wiggled her finger in front of the newbies head.

“Our kind is damn pretty.”

Their sarcasm was gorgeous and matched which made her really feel like Irma and her had a deep connection, the sudden boost of confidence made her almost jump at how confident she even sounded.

“You are, princess, you are. Now come, young one.” She commanded and led her outside and to her surprise, the surroundings were more than just beautiful.

Everywhere there were flowers, large trees and people walking around, it looked like a city in the movies, with the high skyscrapers, even children ran around and had fun.

“This looks like paradise.” She smiled and Irma stopped, nodding.

“It is paradise for all of them, look at their ears, they’re not like us.” She gestured to one of the people, a male.

And his ears looked like elves ears.

“They’re elves, right?”

“Where did you know?”

“They are famous as fantasy creatures and often displayed in stories.”

She mentioned and Irma nodded.

“Thanks for telling me.” And she started walking further, looking over her shoulder to Y/n every now and then.

“Your father found them lost and brought them here, they were thankful and now he’s their king. It’s that easy.”

They entered a big hall, on the sides were paintings in every colour, elves walked around carrying plates and other things and all of them had really expensive looking attire with gold and such things.

“Wow- This is amazing!” She muttered and followed Irma until they entered a big room with golden walls, a tall golden ceiling, the never-ending paintings on the walls were still prominent.

“And what’s this here?” She asked under her breath, fortunately Irma was still able to hear it.

“This is our king- your fathers place. Sorry, I’m not used to it having a princess yet, I’m sorry.” She still smiled at the ex-pilot and she just shook her head, no.

“It’s fine, you shouldn’t worry.” Her sudden turn in intentions was evident and so did Irma notice.

At first, she may not have said it, because she thought it’s suspicious that suddenly someone rescued her and was a bit wary about what she told Irma but when they both stepped outside together, all worries were washed away.

They were on a planet with living creatures, she wasn’t dead and by the way her veins shone golden in the light, she definitely was a goddess now, even if she didn’t notice this until now.

Irma guided the new princess to a big door, with a painting of an older man, maybe middle-aged to Y/n, and a tall woman with golden hair, could’ve been Irma in Y/n’s eyes. The same man sat on the throne that both of them were approaching and he smiled, no, he looked genuinely happy.

“My princess, great to greet you here. Y/n, how’ve you been?” He asked and shook the younger females hand.

“Actually quite well, thank you.” She replied, still a bit stunned.

”I hope the general was at least nice to you, right?” He laughed and Irma made an offensive looking face and chuckled.

“She’s been very nice, don’t worry.” The girl nodded and patted the slightly older one’s shoulder.

“Okay that’s great, she can be really weird sometimes. But that’s a different story. You shall follow one of servants, they’ll show you the way to your room.” -

After a few days of settling in, Y/n started to learn things about her powers, mostly from Irma and the king.

She also found out that one day on Zacaber equals two on earth and after realising she already spent a week on the at first unknown planet, he knew that she was basically missing on earth for already two weeks.

“Irma!” She called out after a training session, running after her and making her stop.

“Can I ask you something?” She asked while not looking at her general.

“Sure.”

“I’ve been wondering if I could return to earth someday, you know…” Her voice crackling, she still had friends there. She promised to do things with Peters the student was afraid to do by himself and now she was just- gone.

“This is a tough question dear princess. You shall follow me, we have something to discuss.” The shift in her mood was obvious and it made the woman worry. They walked into the dining room and sat down on the table, Irma next to her.

“It is possible, yes. But your father isn’t happy about this, you must know.” And suddenly, Y/n was determined to know. It seemed to be kind of illegal but she needed to go back. Peter was there, her pets, May, the Air Force.

“Irma, this is really important. I have that friend on earth and he means a lot to me-“ “I know. You shall not worry, I believe we can do something about it.” She smiled. One thing about her that Y/n loved was the fact that Irma’s smile was the truest one she knew. Her brilliant white teeth made it even better. It was perfect that she even had a girlfriend and at some point as Irma’s princess, Y/n met Milly. She was a lovely girl, a pretty elf.

After a few months, Y/n got called to her father, or so called king. When she entered the thone hall, her father already smiled at him.

“Y/n, dear daughter! This day is very important for you.” He spoke and greeted his child while holding a black orb in his hand. “Hello father. I didn’t know, what is it?”

“Today you’ll be a full goddess. I’m giving you the ability to control the space between the dead and alive. You’re the goddess of decisions and afterlife. You’re now six months here on Zacaber, I think you’re ready to live your life, travel around and do your job.” He said, his expression was serious, no. He was serious. This was serious.

Panic. How should she handle this? No idea, if this even was the right time to ask if she was able to go to earth, but what she didn’t know is that Debracain was able to read her thoughts. “Yes, you are. But take it slow, they might not recognize you. I am proud of you my daughter, Y/n, goddess of decisions and afterlife, destruction may happen if you do not care. Start your journey to earth, I will not force you to stay here but you must at least visit and update me. I allow you to go to earth, meet your friends and do the things you wanted to when you were still young back then. If something is urgent for you and your responsibilities as a god, it will call you to the castle of your thoughts and decisions.” His monologue ended and Y/n nodded but couldn’t resist hugging him.

“Thanks father. I will now go and travel to earth.” Her smile was wide and she looked so proud in the white clothing, flowing in the wind and softly hugging her slightly muscular frame, making her look not just like a goddess, even more. But that was going to change.

She raced back to her chambers, almost tripping and pulling some of the servants down with her, heart almost pounding in her ears. She entered the room and accidently slammed the doors and laughed out of adrenaline. “I’ve been planning this for so long.” She pulled her black clothes over, consisting of a black tight shirt with shoulder armour and black pants with a belt, some weapons attached and a little hair clip.

The journey back to earth will start now.

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