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ladybellissima · 6 months

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 13

Slowly (Y/N) opened her eyes and was blended by the sunlight. Feeling dizzy she got up from her laying position and looked around her room. Birds were happily cheerping outside, the weather was fine and everything seemed like always. Even her table was replaced by a new one. It was like she just dreamed all the bad things which happened. Confused she looked beside her and found a funny looking plate with fruits and a note.

"(Y/N)

You slept so peacefully so I didn't wake you up. I brought you back to your room for your recovery. Take your time. When you read this you also found the fruits I prepared for you. Eat it completely. It supports healing your injuries.

I have to leave now for Pudding's wedding and it will take some time till I will be back. Stay here and rest. If you need anything just ask the servants. They will look for you once in awhile.

I will come back as soon as possible. Katakuri

PS No I didn't decorate the plate."

Smiling brightly she touched the words of the note which let her heart flutter. His message alone let herself feel much better. Even the demanding words to eat the fruit completely. It made her chuckle of his clumsy way to tell her that he cared and wanted her to feel better soon.

"I am so glad…", she whispered and took the plate. Piece after piece she ate the sweet fruit without to stop. "If he says it would help, then I will eat it.", she spoke happily to herself and finished it.

Slowly she tried to get up from the bed and was surprised how easy it was. The pain was gone and she felt good. No amazing. Walking into the bathroom she looked into the mirror and gasped of her horrible self.

"Shower… Quickly", she spoke and got out from her dress. Slowly she pulled of the bandages and scanned her body closely. The bruises were still there, but didn't hurt at all.

"My body needs just time to heal completely.", she whispered and got under the shower, which felt like heaven. Carefully but precisely she cleaned every spot to wash away the nightmare and the feeling of the filthy hands of her abuser. She was stronger than that and survived this hell. Never would she break down. She had Katakuri by her side who watched over her. Sighing in relief she got out from her bathroom and got into comfortable clothes. She couldn't resist and read through his message again. Every word was making her smile. Thinking back how pissed he was about her wounds, how he took care of the bandits in an blink of an eye. It was amazing. No he was amazing. Blushing madly she shook her head to calm down. "I really have a crush on my husband.", she chuckled of the silly thought and left her room to move her legs a bit. Servants smiled brightly at her appearance, but she was too focused on her own thoughts. His note still in her hands she held it like a trophy and wished to spend some time with him. It was so relieving to hear his thoughts. How he ticked and what his real intentions were. Katakuri was a sweet caring man, hidden in a muscular, tall and intimating body. His muscles alone gave (Y/N) goosebumps and the image how he sat beside her without his jacket. Exposing his trained chest with that tattoo made her sweating. "God what's going on with me?! (Y/N) behave!!", she stopped shocked and realized that she was standing before his room. Touching the doorknob she bite her lips, if she should have a look, but it sure would help against her loneliness. Slowly opening the door she stepped inside and furrowed her brows in confusion.

"This cannot be his room..", she asked herself and looked out if she was mistaken. She was sure that she saw him leaving this room. Getting back she stopped in front of the small bed where his leather jacket and pants were neatly placed. "The whole time he slept in this small bed…this must be really uncomfortable with his size..", she whispered shocked, but at the same time it warmed her heart. From the beginning he gave up all his comfort just for her. That she could get used to her new life. All the time where she believed he avoided her or hated her, Katakuri was just uneasy and stressed. She got it all wrong. Smiling, while a tear rolled down her cheek she felt happy. Unbelievable happy that her fate lead her to him.

"I love this man…"

Saying it out loud felt exciting, but it was also exhausting her body. Feeling dizzy she sat down on his bed. Reading through his note again she noticed that something was off. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't there. She wished to see him dearly, but that wasn't it. It was a feeling like Katakuri would get in trouble. Stopping at the text of his whereabout she found the reason. The wedding was a big deal for his mother. That she was allowed to stay at home didn't sound possible in her mind. She remembered his complain about coming late to the tea party. So this didn't make any sense. Also she didn't know that she was injured so there weren't any excuses either. What punishment would he get if she didn't show herself?

"Lady (Y/N)?" a servant's voice reached her and she jumped up from his bed quickly. Feeling caught (Y/N) avoid his gaze embarrassed. "We were looking for you and wanted to see how you feel. Is anything alright? Do you need something from Master Katakuri's room?", he asked friendly and came to her side.

"No everything's alright. I just stopped here for a moment to sit down. I already heard that he is out. Can you tell me something about Pudding's wedding?", she asked hopefully.

"Oh Master Katakuri left really early because of the preparations. The wedding starts at 10. Often the guests come 2 hours before. Many prominent guests are coming with high ranks and known over the seas. It's a big spectacle and really important for Big mom. Everything has to be like planned. Anything else?"

Checking the clock in his room she turned back to the servant. Taking his hands, while smiling sweetly she made the servant a stuttering mess.

"Yes. Do you know where I can get a dress?"

Xxx

Katakuri was walking along the streets, while people were gasping and waving at him cheerfully.

"It's sweet general Katakuri Charlotte! Gosh he is so strong! And brave! I love youuuu! "

At times like this he wished to just leave. He hated it to be the spot of attention, but not showing up as a proud and strong Charlotte would mean dealing with his mother's fury. And he worked really hard for his title. For the status everyone admired him. Nevertheless it often felt like wearing a mask.

Entering the party area he was met with his siblings who smiled from ear to ear after noticing him. Smiling slightly under his scarf he knew why he worked so hard. It was for his family. For his brothers and sisters he would protect dearly.

"Big brother! You look strong like always.", Flambe flew around his head annoyingly, but before she could ask where his wife was, she was pulled back and pushed away from Oven. Giving him a knowing smile to help out, Katakuri nodded thankfully. The event started like planned. Guests arrived one after another and the Charlotte's welcomed everybody like they were ordered to.

"Katakuri come with us to our table!", Oven spoke happily and couldn't wait to eat some desserts, but found his brother staring at the entry. Feeling something bad coming he waved him off and started to leave.

"Trouble is coming."

In the meantime, (Y/N) arrived at sweet city with shaken servants.

"Lady (Y/N)… I don't think this is a good idea. Master Katakuri told us to look after you, but at home and not bring you here."

"I know I know. I take the whole responsibility. We can't stop now. You were already so sweet to call the sweet city designer for a dress. It would be unpolite to not show up at his shop.", giving them an understanding smile they nodded with hearts in their eyes. Getting off of the ship (Y/N) watched in awe of the beautiful decorations around her. The whole city was full of flowers, balloons, sparkling bonbons and once in awhile a firework popped up above their heads. Stopping in front of a shop the servant opened the door to let her in. The smell of new untouched dresses reached her nose, mixed with a sweet perfume. It was dead silent inside and made her a bit uncomfortable. Slowly walking forward she touched the fabric of some dresses amazed.

"Charlotte Katakuri's wife entering my little shop. What an honor….", a voice appeared behind her and let her gasp. Quickly turning around she was met with a tiny old man dressed in a black suit with little lollies printed on it. Taking her hand he gave it a small peck and bowed.

" Thank…you for your time… I know we are really late and you sure have better things to do. ", (Y/N) stuttered embarrassed, while the man looked sweetly at her.

"I am blended by your beautiful appearance.", he spoke and left to some clothing racks. Dress after dress he put into a fitting room, while (Y/N) watched him dumbfounded.

"Normally the Charlotte family get their outfits at whole cake chateau. I deliver them and they took what they want. Your call surprised me. But don't worry I am more than happy to wrap this attractive body of yours in one of my clothes.", he spoke, while rushing from one side to another to get clothes and accessories. (Y/N) watched the man flustered and thought about a way to stop him. His designs were amazing. She would love to try one after another, but on the one hand she had to hide most of her body and the other, she didn't have time. Stepping forward and into the little man's way she took his hand and smiled uneasy.

"I thank you a lot for your help and your taste is really amazing, but is it possible to get a long dress with long sleeves?" she asked into his stunned face. Looking down onto the cocktail dresses in his arms he was deep in thought.

"But the weather is beautiful. And you can choose these most expensive and latest ones. Everyone would be in awe to see you with this collection.", he asked confused and held up a short one. Touching the soft fabric and looking at the dress, the designer observed her moves in awe. There had been many famous, rich and elegant womens at his place. From afar and in town, but (Y/N) was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

"You see. I don't need a dress for gaining attention or be in the hot spot.", she started, while looking down to the staring man.

"I need a dress to attend the wedding and be by Katakuri 's side. That's all I wish", she spoke with slightly red cheeks, which let the designer watch her in awe.

"Followe me..", he put the dresses down onto a counter and headed to the back of the shop. (Y/N) followed him silently and entered a new room with mannequin puppets. Each one wore a long dress and she wandered around to look through his collection. "Hopefully I wasn't unpolite…", she spoke and gave the old man a nervous look. He smiled and shook his head.

"You were just honest. And I think that makes you more beautiful than you already are."

She nodded shyly and stopped in her tracks after noticing a special dress. It was long enough to hide her legs and the top was made in a beautiful lace pattern with long sleeves. Not only was it perfect for her situation. It was also in a crimson color, which reminded her of him.

"I see we found it.", the old man pulled her back to reality and took the dress from the puppet to let her try it on. Nodding shyly (Y/N) put it on in one of the fitting rooms and smiled brightly at her appearance. Getting out the old man made a thumps up.

"(Y/N)… If you want or not. You will be seen eventually…. I guess you let the dress on?", he asked amused, while she nodded happily. Snapping with his fingers an old woman appeared by his side and gasped of (Y/N) 's presence.

"Lady (Y/N)!? Why are you not at the wedding! You look stunning by the way.", she bowed quickly.

"She needed a dress honey. Would you give us the honor of making her hair and make up?", he asked his shocked wife, but quickly she guided (Y/N) to a table to start right away.

"It's okay. I don't need much. Don't stress yourself.", (Y/N) spoke flustered, but the woman rolled out her huge equipment on the table and watched her motivated.

"Lady (Y/N). You have the right to look marvelous. Trust me."

#fanfiction #romance #katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #one piece

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askmadcomcrew · 1 year

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A question for everyone; let's say in this scenario you have just witnessed / lost someone or something that had some sentimental value or importance to you. How would you go about avenging this if you knew who the perpetrator was?

(And if you're comfortable with sharing, what/who would that item/person be?)

(ps I love this blog sm <3 the writing is superb)

Hank: You can kill all of these knuckleheads in front of me if you want. My only regret is that I wouldn't have been able to do it myself.

Sanford: Well, if anyone killed Deimos, or any of my friends for that matter, well...I'd kill 'em. Plain and simple. It wouldn't be quick, neither.

Deimos: Doc's taught me some torture techniques before. I know just how many fingers and toes to cut off before they pass out.

Doc: Considering the nature of my work, I don't find myself getting very attached to much of anything. Anyone who dies I can simply bring back, and if I can't, it would be a shame. But the only thing to do then is to keep moving forward. Revenge is a fool's gamble.

Jeb: A bullet to the head would suffice. No reason to make it drawn out.

Tricky: SLOW, PAINFUL, BLOODY, SCREAMING DEATH!!! ALTHOUGH, I DO THAT ANYWAY!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Crackpot: One of the more important aspects of buoyancy is forgiving those who have wronged you in the past. However, if punishment must be delivered, drowning is always an option.

Sheriff: I ain't much in the revenge business, I will admit. However, if I had t' do it, I'd probably just tell 'em who I am, why I'm there, and what I'm about to do. Then I'd just do it, quick like. No reason t' make it a spectacle. Just get it done.

Phobos: I always preferred to deal with those who have crossed me in a very public manner. Ideally in front of the whole city as I remove their head clean from their shoulders for all to see.

Auditor: The mind is a fickle thing. Weak and easy to break. Some are stronger than others, but none are unbreakable. It is one thing to break a man's body, but to fully destroy him, you must also break his mind.

#everyone answers #questions #revenge

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mlwritingprompts · 2 years

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Submitted prompt: Universal Oblivion

Hi Rjalker, it's the writer of the "Universal Theater" prompt here. I decided to make a sequel of sorts to my previous prompt, though it's mostly because the current season is already a dumpster fire on a whole new level. And I am here writing to desecrate it's half-opened grave because I am in a petty mood against the show :)

Don't expect me to give a proper ending to this AU, sadly I couldn't find how :(

So... just enjoy this I guess?

Again, if someone wants to use this for an AU or an original story, go for it.

The Akumatized Marinette, Cosmic Actress uses the neopronouns nix/nix/nix/nixself (used the same way as she/her/hers/herself). Because they're awesome. The only thing I regret is not finding out about neopronouns earlier or I would have given Akumanette neopronouns lol. Also the fact that I think the tone of the prompt is a little messed-up and all over the place, sorry for that.

Also, TW: unreality, 4th wall break, and I guess a little cosmic horror(?)

Used few parts of @Emberwritesinsight's "Time is Broken" AU. It kinda felt... fitting.

PS: Rjalker if it isn't too troublesome can you please give Cosmic Actress neopronouns in the other prompt or should I just say that nix decided to change nix pronouns on a whim? Still not sure how to approach this subject.

(Rjalker here, I already went in and fixed them as soon as you said you regretted not knowing about them for the first prompt :) It's not problem at all! )

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"You know, people always speak that the reality is stranger than fantasy."

Cosmic Actress sighed as nix spoke.

"Well, to me personally... I have to disagree."

Nix shook nix head.

"In fantasy, the heroes triumph. No matter how hard the battles are. No matter how strong their foe is. The power of friendship will always save the day! It doesn't matter how smart and creative the villains are, no matter how outnumbered and outclassed the heroes are, the Good will win!"

Nix raised nix hands as if to emphasize nix point, nix face mockingly gleeful, before the expression became one of boredom.

"But, that isn't how reality works. At least to me. Reality is never so kind. Or at least, it rarely is." Again, nix shook nix head.

"In reality, a hopeless battle will still be hopeless. In reality, there is no way for you to defeat someone who is both stronger and smarter than you. Especially when they can easily hide and have minions that can change the fabric of reality as we know it." Nix sighed again.

"So, how do the heroes win in this scenario? How do they rise to the realm of fantasy, and surpass all these insurmountable odds? Simple. Have the universe give them unfair advantages. Give them inexplicable power-ups. Hit the villains with the Idiot Ball, if that's what the trope is called in this reality. Or maybe, some sudden interference out of nowhere, without any proper reason for it to occur. Do you understand, heroes?" Nix looked at the heroes facing nix.

None of them were in a good state.

Kyubi, Honeymoon, Do-Over, Destructo, Eternity, Protector and Roselina.

All of them were barely standing, some of them had their protective armors literally damaged and cracked, even though it should have been impossible.

They were trying their best to not fall or lose focus despite the pain.

Because they were not even sure if they would not faint and not wake up for days.

What was worse for them was the fact that the Akuma in front of them...

Nix wasn't even serious. Not even trying.

No matter how many combos they tried, no matter how many time resets via the Snake miraculous, no matter what kind of power they used to attack.

It all was useless.

Venom barely stopped nix. If it even hit nix at all, that is.

Shelter was casually broken with a finger.

Mirage was basically useless, and even a Mirage with of light as bright as the sun itself it was worthless.

The Cataclysm, the power of Destruction, that they hit her with by sheer mistake and mental exhaustion from the battle, was useless. Nix defenses and regeneration were too high to do much other than cause nix a slight annoyance.

Even the Lucky Charm was useless. No object could help them from the absolute power that was facing them.

They could only watch as nix literally ran circles around them, and defeated them soundly.

It's only thanks to the Akuma suddenly deciding to monologue that they were even given enough room to breathe properly.

Cosmic Actress looked at their state and sighed again.

"What I want to say is; I am not being... nerfed." Nix explained, "Back when I was Ladybug, when I was a hero, even when the universe was against me, the reality went out of it's way to not let Hawkmoth just win. Unfortunately for you, I am immune to all of these machinations of the cosmos. The only rule that applies to me is that I cannot truly win. I cannot use any of the Miraculouses in a way that allows me to free myself from this cosmic thread that is suffocating me."

Nix directed a single palm at them, and a large orb of chaotic energy came to existence.

"Me trying to do so will only cause a time reset. That also means that you... are not going to face me in the 'Easy' difficulty. Oblivion Orb."

With that, the orb rapidly sped towards the exhausted heroes, who could only watch as darkness consumed them all.

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Chloe woke up with a killer headache.

She clutched her head, trying to stop the pain, as Tikki's voice suddenly rose next to her on her pillow, the little kwami screaming wordlessly as if having a nightmare.

"Wha- where am I?" Chloe asked, the overwhelming sense of confusion overriding even her concern for Tikki.

She took a moment to look around, trying to fight through the helpless confusion, as Tikki's frantic screams stopped, her eyes opening wide.

The same room, the same bed. But something was missing...

She wondered if she was having memory problems.

"Tikki, why were you screaming? Did you have a nightmare?" She asked her companion gently.

The poor kwami took a large breath before speaking. "Yes. I dreamed that you and the rest were fighting an Akuma and it- it wasn't even a contest! You all were...!"

Chloe could understand the meaning of her unfinished sentence and tried to calm her down. "But, an Akuma that powerful to easily ki-"

Words stuck in her mouth as she looked at the large mirror on the wall.

There, instead of her and Tikki's reflection, the figure of another being was showing.

A figure her mind immediately remembered. Just as she remembered the fight.

"C- C- Cosmic Actress!?"

The Akuma ignored the girl's paling, terrified face along with Tikki's.

"We need to talk. I, you, and your teammates. Meet me at the Eiffel Tower in an hour. Your team is being spoken to."

Just as suddenly the akuma appeared appeared, nix had disappeared.

Chloe shakily breathed and calmed herself.

She called her team and they all stated they faced the same thing.

And she knew that there is no other choice but to do as the Akuma told.

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Time flew rapidly as the hour ended.

Chloe was on the top of the tower along with the rest of the team.

Only Sabrina decided to hide in the Burrow just in case things went south so there might be something to save... Or someone.

They couldn't argue against that.

Now, they impatiently waited for the Akuma nixself to appear.

It didn't take too long as only a minute later, space and time twisted beyond recognition, finally taking the form of a circle in front of Adrien, and Cosmic Actress appeared from it.

For a moment, Adrien could have sworn to have seen a humanoid figure peeking from the portal besides the Akuma, but the portal closed before he can make sure of what he saw.

"Now that everyone is here -- Well, except Sabrina -- I will talk. You cannot defeat me. Absolutely. And definitely not directly." Nix tone was as if nix was stating a fact.

And nix was stating a fact.

The heroes know it also.

"You said that you also can't win." Kagami spoke to the akuma.

Nix smiled. "Yes. I can't. I am not allowed to win because I am the villain. That is why... I am raising the white flag."

Adrien blinked. "The... white flag? Wait. You will give up!? After all that, you will just--!" He cut off his words in sudden horror in fear of enraging the akuma.

Nix only kept smiling. "Oh, I am not giving up. I am simply not going to fight you in particular anymore."

"... What?" Alya asked in incredulity.

The akuma is not giving up, yet, she will not fight them?

"It's really simple." Nix starts explaining. "You are not able to defeat me so, I just need to wait for the next generation of the Miraculous holders to stand up to me instead."

They can't believe nix.

"It's the perfect plan, really. If we go by the principle of the younger generation surpassing the older one --which I assure you is very true for the Miraculous holders by the way--, all you need to do is to train the younger generation to make the world a better place, and maybe, in the distant future, there will be someone or a group of people able to truly defeat me. And free me from this cursed fate and save the world at the same time."

The heroes look shocked at the plan. Even more was the utter conviction in nix voice.

But the surprise disappeared too fast and turned into dread as Cosmic Actress' smile turned into a cruel smirk.

"Of course, this is if you are ready to face the fact that this universe... Is already marching towards Utter Oblivion."

A shiver ran across their spines at the words.

"Oblivion?" This time, it was Nino who asked.

"Yes. And since this might be the last time I meet you, I might as well tell you everything."

Cosmic Actress took a breath. This will be a little long.

"Now, let me ask you a question. How many times has it rained in Paris this year?"

Needless to say, that was not the question they expected. It was just too random.

"Rained? Really?" Even Chloe couldn't comprehend the randomness of the question.

"Just answer me. Let me guess. Only once or twice?"

As they tried their best to recall, they found out that nix was correct. But it still doesn't explain anythi-

"Even in the winter and the autumn? Only once or twice?"

That-

Now that Alya thinks of it, it is indeed strange, but it is not enou-

"What about the fact that Alix, your friend, had never dyed her hair again? She had just dyed it once and the dye just... stayed there?"

Okay, that too was-

"Or maybe the fact that none of you, that no one in this city, ever changes their everyday clothes? As if you only have copies of the same outfit for no reason?

"Or maybe that, even with Paris being known as one of the biggest centers of fashion, the very designs are plain or are too similar to each other?"

They couldn't refute nix.

And as they ponder more, they realize that things are not normal.

"I will tell you why these things happen. It is all thanks to..." Nix pointed at them. "The very jewels that allow you to transform."

"Uhh, what?" Adrien's voice resounded.

Nix stopped smiling as nix looked at them.

"Didn't you find it strange? That the sources of the power for your Miraculouses are literal deities? Doesn't it sound even more ridiculous then, that the kwami, who are supposedly governing the universe, cannot refuse a holder's order? That their power can be used against the kwami's will? If the kwami are such powerful beings, why then, did they not erase me and the many other supervillains right away? Why didn't any of them decide to just not transform without their will?"

The dread and horror return to the heroes as they absorb nix speech, and the meaning behind it.

"That's right, the kwami, the fragments of the literal concepts, are slaves. Shackled by the Miraculouses. And what is happening to Paris, from the weather, creativity, and the rest... is because of that."

"No, no, no nonononononnono! It can't-!"

Just as they started to mutter and scream in denial as the reality slams itself on them, Cosmic Actress simply pointed at them.

Their high and raging emotions ceased to exist. They literally couldn't feel panic anymore, and they dropped from the shock.

"You can get shocked later. I still need to finish my talk. So, anyways, it's because of the kwami being enslaved that the world is marching toward it's annihilation."

Nix continued speaking casually. As if nix was talking about weather. And maybe, nix was literally like talking about weather from nix viewpoint.

"When the... Order of Guardians" they can hear the venom in nix voice when nix said that name. "Created the Miraculouses to enslave the kwami, they made a disastrous mistake in their arrogance and greed. They broke the concepts. They broke the universe's balance. The universe itself was no longer the same from the very attosecond a fragment of the concepts was enslaved and separated from the cosmos. The universe could no longer move the flow of causality in a natural way.

"The concepts are shattered, none of them can ever work in the natural and proper way they should. In some places in the universe, they work better, in others, they are unstable and annihilate everything that exists. Nothing is truly created or destroyed anymore. Nothing can be truly illusionary, Time and space are so twisted that it is impossible to understand. Even worse is that the universe can't sustain itself or heal the damage in any way. Its will is spread too thin and it cannot do anything. It can't simply act unnaturally. But the cracks in its existence do. They are slowly growing and widening. The universe as you know it is the equivalent of a person on life support against an illness that will kill them regardless."

Nix shook nix head as it stopped speaking for a moment as the group absorbed nix words.

"The kwami are, in a way, a better version of the will of the cosmos. They have an ego and their will and ability to think is much higher if only because they are literally a large mass of a concept shackled in a very small area and in a very tiny form. Their will is not spread too thin. But it is the same with the cosmos. They are shackled, and their powers are severely limited by the Shackles you are wearing. At the rate this is going, a millenia or two will be the most generous estimate for how long this universe will hold, before it collapses on it's own and it simply... ceases to exist."

Silence was deafening.

No one could speak. The revelations are too much.

It's only because Cosmic Actress made them unable to feel terror or panic that they are not having a mental breakdown.

"... Can't this be fixed? If the kwami being shackled and separated from the universe is the problem, then shouldn't breaking the shackles help?" Ivan asked this time.

The akuma shook nix head.

"No. It's too late for that to just fix everything. Far too late. Had that been done just a few days, or at best, a few years after the enslavement of the kwami, that might have been fixed with little problems. But today, it's been centuries if not millenias since those idiots at the Temple shackled the kwami. The universe can no longer fix this level of damage freely. Trust me. I know. I tried doing that before. At this point, if you do that right away, it will be like like taking a broken vase and having a literal toddler do the fixing. The universe as you know it will be completely unrecognizeable. And it won't stop the kwami from being enslaved again. The Order of the Guardians will still exist, they will still get the idea of enslaving literal concepts, and the universe will still want things to happen naturally so it won't stop them. And no. Time travelling to stop them is impossible. The laws of causality will not allow that to happen. Even I almost died and had my literal soul almost erased when I tried in one of the many time resets I've lived through."

"Is there no way to fix that?" Chloe asked.

"... To be honest. I don't know anymore. I've exhausted all my options through my long life. Teaming with other heroes. Creating subordinates to do it for me. Freeing the kwami right after they are enslaved. Even in timelines where I allowed the heroes to defeat me, another version of me will still exist in another timeline, still undefeated. Nothing really worked for me. I don't know if it's because of my position as the 'Final Villain', or because of any other reason. All. Failed."

For the first time since Cosmic Actress spoke, tiredness and resingation seeped into nix tone.

They could understand that.

It just sounded so hopeless.

"There's only one last options that I did not really try until now. It didn't really seem plausible to me, but I guess I must gamble here."

Nix took a breath as Chloe and the rest held theirs in anticipation.

"The only option left to me is to... gamble on the coexistence of the Theory of Narrative Causality and the Protagonist-Centered Morality. And that you are the protagonists of this era."

"I don't follow." Adrien told nix sincerely. All of them can't really understand nix words.

Nix rubbed nix forehead, feeling the headache resulted from explaining this. "Look, you people have media entertainment. And sometimes in the show, things happen because and I quote, 'because the plot says so'. Sometimes characters act in a different way only to justify the plot. Got it?

"This is exactly the reason why Hawkmoth, or rather, the former villain, Gabriel Agreste- not the current one, this reality's Gabriel is a good person somehow--didn't just win. He could have overwhelmed Marinette and the 'original' heroes by spamming Akumas every hour until they dropped from exhaustion. He could have made a tracking Akuma, or any of the other ways for him to win easily or solve his problems. He didn't do that because the universe, or at least the not-so-healthy area of the universe made it so.

"The same thing happened with Marinette and the many problems she had. She could have easily defeated Hawkmoth many times over, rescued herself from her partner's harassment (literally take the ring away with no guilt), forced people to respect her boundaries even if it required violence, stopped people from shipping her against her will, made better choices in her life. But the choice was basically stripped from her. In fact, me coming to existence was because the universe was stable for a moment and suddenly Hawkmoth couldn't magically ignore her negative emotions being unleashed like it happened many, many times before.

"And here we come to her partner. Your previous counterpart, Adrien Agreste."

Nix pointed at him much to everyone's surprise.

"You might be a good person in this reality, but in Marinette's reality, you were one of the most horrible people I've ever seen. You were a two-faced brat with no morals and with no care for anyone but yourself. You never cared that your classmates were threatened by an akuma, you casually joked in the most inappropriate times, you contstantly sexually harrassed Marinette as a 'hero', and you abused your power over her to stop her from dealing consequences to those that hurt and bullied her. You were all but literally given everything on a silver platter. You had the easiest and stupidest test to be a superhero, your classmates liked you instantly despite apparently never having time to bond with them. You all but have gotten a harem of girls fawning over you for the most nonsensical reasons, and somehow no one in Paris could see that you were literally harassing your partner. But of course, when someone does the slightest thing that you didn't like, it's suddenly the most horrible act ever. You were literally an embodiment of the Protagonist-Centered Morality in all but name."

Adrien was paling, but he didn't refute nix.

He'd seen them, the memories of what he did in that timeline. He knew just how horrible and disgusting the previous him was. It still didn't make it any less painful to hear it told to his face so bluntly.

But Cosmic Actress was still not over.

"Not like the rest of you were spared either from being Narratively Right or Narratively Wrong either, but it will take too long to talk about every little thing that you were tangled with. So I will just sum up that your entire behaviours as being a bunch of racist stereotypical caricatures, and existing to woobify the rich. I mean, how else would Chloe's pervious counterpart stay a billionaire or how her father didn't get murdered because he didn't even punish his daughter for crashing a train and basically committing to aiding a literal terrorist? Of course we can't also ignore forcefully trying to shove someone into a relationship simply because the relationship in question sounded 'cute', even if the person in question is making it clear they are not happy or comfortable."

The whole team was shaking, horrified by the pictures nix was painting.

Nix waited for them to calm down, feeling drained nixself. What nix was saying were things nix had wondered about for a long time, and never spoke to anyone else (except nix Amok and friend Natasi) so it felt a little liberating to voice them out.

"Okay, but what is our role in that? What can we do to fix all of--" Adrien spread his arms as if ponting to the world around them. "--This?"

Nix looked at them.

"Honestly, at this point I only have assumptions to go with." nix admitted "But the only thing that might work is you using the so-called favouritism of this broken universe for your benefit. If you are really the Heroes of this Reality, the Protagonists, then maybe, just maybe, if you desired to get rid of the shackles put on the kwami, wished so hard to fix this messed-up reality, you might bend the broken will of the universe for you and make it give you the results you desire. You may even allow for the current versions of you to continue existing, instead of being erased or reset to that of your original selves.

"Of course, this is not even a 50/50 chance for success, it might even be a one in a trillion or less in your favour. But at this point, I am more than satisfied by this infinitesimal chance of success. I really have nothing to lose either, except losing my sanity and memories as I continue living forever.

"But you do have a lot to lose. If you don't stop this, the entire universe might cease to exist, or the world will be reset, and you will be erased anyways, along with all your loved ones."

That was it. That was the whole message. A long speech about how messed-up the whole reality is. Nix has nothing else to tell them.

A portal opened behind Cosmic Actress, and nix glanced at the heroes for the last time.

"The choice is in your hands. Will you gamble on this one chance to give everyone their happiness? To free the kwami and fix the damage while simultaneously making sure that the history will not repeat itself? Or will you abandon all Hope, and succumb to the Despair? From this point, I am leaving this little war between us. You are also free from your responsibility to fight me. Do whatever you want in your lives. If you want to live normal lives, go for it. If you want to prepare the world for the worst, go for it. If you want to risk everything for a possibly nonexistent chance of happiness for you and the world as a whole, go for it. You are the only one who can decide what to do from now on.

"Farewell. We might never meet again, Heroes. Regardless of what you choose, I hope you live contently... Until your last breaths..."

With that, the portal closed, with what seemed to be a final farewell.

Only the superheroes were still there on the tower, processing the whole speech.

"Just... what should we do now? If this was true, what can we do...?" Alya asked, doubt clear in her voice.

"I don't know, Alya. I don't know..." Ivan told her.

None of them knew what to do.

The weight of the knowledge of their world's impending end hangs heavily, and there are not enough answers to how they can even start untangling this cosmic web that is hanging on every living being. =========================== END. =========================== Well, this was it. It was longer than I expected. Honestly I didn't expect it to be this... ridiculous or all over the place.

I hope that this was at least enteraining, and I can understand if you deleted and/or edited few parts for clarity.

I just hope it was... interesting.

#ML writing prompts #writing prompts #neopronouns in action #nix/nixself #Miraculous Laadybug #sequel prompt #Show!Miraculous #Show!Marinette #Show!Adrien

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heniareth · 1 year

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DA:I Codex - 5. a note/letter found in your OC’s pocket for Marelas Lavellan 👀🍓

This. This is a good one. Let's convince Cole to steal the letter, see what we get, eh?

A well-kept but evidently often-read letter; the folds of the paper have softened and cracked. The paper itself is of foreign quality, not at all like the writing material that can be found at Skyhold. The handwriting is small and apparent gibberish. A well-versed and patient code-breaker could decode the following message:

Da'len,

A private letter was called for. No doubt this Inquisition reads everything you receive. You are, as far as I understand, at war; a rock caught in the midst of swirling change, trying to part and direct the current.

I am reminded—and no doubt you have been as well—of the day your father first brought you before me. Remember how he, upon me asked why you would make a good Keeper, only said this: "His name is Marelas; that is all you need to know." You know well, da'len, what I thought of his attitude, and I still think it. But you have become a good Keeper. This and the extraordinary circumstances that have brought you to be heralded as an envoy of the shemlens' prophet bring me back to the certainty in your father's voice that day.

How are you, da'len? It cannot be a comfortable position you are in, I can see it even from so far away. Let me extend to you a comfort, small though it may be: know that if you wish it, you can always return. You know how; and we will be happy to deal with this Inquisition, should they come looking for you. They might not be the only answer for the wound in the sky. You can judge this better than I. Should you choose to stay, however, realize that you have been placed where no other of the People has stood before: at the head of the shemlen power. I would not be afraid to wield it. Cautious, yes; but you have always been good at that, haven't you?

Da'len, I have taught you to be a Keeper, not a commander of armies. And yet, Ghilan'nain'enaste, it seems this is what the shemlen want you to be. War is an ugly business; walk the path you choose, da'len. Do not let anyone make this choice for you. Take it and grow with it, let it lead you where it will, but keep the reins in your hand. This is the best advice I can offer you, and it is a delicate balance you will have to strike. I am proud of who you are. When we see each other again, you will be changed, and very much so. I pray that it is a strengthening change. You chose the Vir Atish'an over the Vir Tanadhal, but hold fast to this one's second principle: bend, but do not break. Stronger men than you have been sundered by the powers you will contend with. I have faith in you, and yet I fear. I wish... Nevermind what I wish. Make your choice (I know you would rather not). Either way, you will do the People proud.

Elgar'nan lend you his strength, Mythal shield you, Ghilan'nain guide you, Sylaise be where you rest at night, Dirthamen show you the hidden path, Falon'Din watch over you, and may the Dread Wolf never catch your scent.

Dareth shiral, da'len

Deshanna Istimaethoriel Lavellan

PS: And don't start living in your head! Being among shemlen is no excuse. Make friends, do whatever stupid things you young ones do. Steal some sweets from time to time. I am keeping appearances up in your absence and making some of Gwillen’s pastries disappear from time to time. It is good to keep the ancient traditions alive. We miss and love you, da’len.

Some notes:

Marelas comes from mare, command and las, grant or give. So his name means "grant command" or "give commands", whichever interpretation you prefer. Marelas's father is a very proud man whose life didn't live up to his expectations, so he wanted to live through his kids. He also has a weird things about names, their meanings and identity, so he had his kid's name, went "yup, my son will assume a position of power" and lept at the first chance to make this idea of his becone true (which was when Marelas came into his magic). He got his wish in the end, but at the time Keeper Deshanna took one look at the shy eight-year-old standing next to this arrogant man and sent both Marelas and his father home until Marelas had grown some more and maybe taken a decision or two for himself. Marelas's father wasn't pleased, but he wasn't a bad man nor blind, and realized that he might've gone a tad but too far. When Marelas became the Keeper's First, it was out of his own love for history and magic and the decision was his.

And yes, Keeper Deshanna encouraged Marelas to act out sometimes to help him balance his personality. He's under doctor's orders to steal cookies.

(In case anyone's curious, here's the ask game)

#marelas lavellan #codex ask game #dai #dragon age #inquisitor lavellan

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hellcatinnc · 10 months

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Libra Of Nil Admirari Anime Review

So I do plan to play this game when I can find a patch for english or I have the time to translate it on my ps vita.

So this show I enjoyed alot and wished it had more than one season however now I got to get to playing the game from my back log list and see what fun choices the game caries however I am a major Hayato fan. I'm going to break it down by the love interests and what I like about them. This will include spoilers as most of my reviews do. If you have not seen this you should definitely check it out its worth it. The love interests are in order I would choose them as well.

Going to start with our girl herself (I don't do the mc much but i like her)

Tsugumi Kuze

I like Kuze she isn't annoying or whiney like some MC are. She stands her own when she needs to yet knows when to be loyal and respectful to people. I think she has a fierce kind of love the way she loves the few people in her life its not hard to see why her and Hayato would make a perfect team and couple. She is a very lovely character as well as she doesn't shy away as much as alot of MC's do in anime yes she blushes but she doesn't run away or act scared to death. I think with the right partner *coughs Hayato* she would be the most loyal and compassionate partner to them and always have their side. I love when she was captured that even though Akira knocked the bad guy back she ran to Hayato's arms as well as when she found out he was her betrothed she didn't flinch away from it like it was a bad idea. Not to mention look how she looks at him sometimes there is a spark.

Hayato Ozaki

What can I saw this man had me the moment he reached out his hand and said "I want you!" to Kuze. His eyes are so gentle and kind and honestly i can't see why any woman wouldn't fall for this man. I love that he has been in love with Kuze since he was younger so there is no other woman in his eyes or come on you can't tell me he wouldn't have a woman by now if not. He is protective, and kind, compassionate and outspoken. I think he is everything she needs in a partner since she doesn't have alot of valued people in her life. He knows hardship after losing his sister so he knows what loss is like which also makes him much stronger as a partner. I feel like he is her knight in shining armor maybe he isn't like Akira but he did come to her aid and stand to protect her when he was needed as well as the way he looks sad when its talked about her being with anyone else. He even made it clear even though they were betrothed he would do everything in his power for her to fall in love with him the way he is with her. *fans self damn Hayato why are you so perfect*

Shizuru Migiwa

Now this hottie had my attention first time I saw him, normally I'm not big on long hair per say as well as in traditional Japanese wear but damn this man could wear anything and be hot. He also has a flirtiness about him yet he seems to be more towards Kuze than anyone. I honestly think he reminds me of a Ikki kind of vibe sad underneath because of his past yet flirty and has no issue showing Kuze how he feels about her being his. He is on my 2nd place list because I feel like he is the next one to show her the affection she deserves and needs. I think she would not only have a good romance but the sex would probably be hot too.

Akira Kougami

I know alot of people like akira and trust me I do as well. My only issue is I think anime base they just didn't give enough of them for me to ship them more. Like even Rui has more scenes with Kuze than Akira does. Not gonna lie he is hot especially the shirt ripped scene but he is one of them that can conflict me as well. Yes he shows affection for Kuze even goes to as much to save her from that asshole bad guy. That being said he is definitely not friend zoned but he would take awhile I think basically cause he doesn't seem to let people in well not to mention he would have to gain her trust again after what he has done. On the brighter note he has a loyalty that shines through for Hayato though you can tell they been friends awhile and I like to see that. He does have a quiet mysteriousness about him but yet adorable at the same time.

Rui Sagisawa

Rui is cute from the start not going to lie I feel like if she had met him before any one else that might have been a relationship to pursue oh if he wasn't kinda the bad guy in a way. You can see there is chemistry between them its definitely something that could be more than friendship but he is not better than Hayato to me but he has a genuine personality even though he didn't tell her the team he was fighting for. To me I guess in away he isn't further on my list because he has me conflicted. There is this good guy outlook of him yet he still lied to her so he is definitely iffy but still cute.

Hisui Hoshikawa

He has a pretty interesting story on how his eyes are two different colors. The fact that his mom was a prostitute and then you find out she did love him and that she did it to spare him from being experimented on. I really think he is a cutie and could make a damn good friend however I feel like he would be better being Kuze's brothers best friend or hers than Kuze's boyfriend or lover. I do love how he is always mannerly towards Kuze though so if there was to be a love there between them then it would probably take awhile and go from friend to lover more so than straight to love interest. I love how protective he is though of Kuze and his friends.

Shougo Ukai

Ok so this guy grew on me after a bit but he was a total dick at first. I however don't like that he didn't stop being a dick until he knew Kuze was from the family she was from and that her status made the difference for him to even care she had a brother that had gone through what he had. He is a character that I think would take a long time for me to really want to see him out of the friend zone with Kuze he is just better off there.

Takuma Yoshikiri

Now I added him in here he isn't a love interest but I really like his character. I haven't played the game but hopefully he is a love interest in it because I would love to see a romance with him. He is attractive and a great friend to Hayato and even cute with Kuze's friend in the end. This being said makes me think he would be a pretty nice edition to the love interest pool in this anime... Well guess we have to keep dreaming since he isn't at least as far as the anime goes. (Thats ok I still like Kuze with Hayato more.)

Its a great show so much so I even had to make my own video of Kuze & Hayato's love story. Hope you enjoy.

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catolinewsdailyreadings · 2 years

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Saturday of the Twenty-Third Week in Ordinary Time

Readings of Saturday, September 10, 2022

Reading 1

1 Cor 10:14-22

My beloved ones, avoid idolatry. I am speaking as to sensible people; judge for yourselves what I am saying. The cup of blessing that we bless, is it not a participation in the Blood of Christ? The bread that we break, is it not a participation in the Body of Christ? Because the loaf of bread is one, we, though many, are one Body, for we all partake of the one loaf.

Look at Israel according to the flesh; are not those who eat the sacrifices participants in the altar? So what am I saying? That meat sacrificed to idols is anything? Or that an idol is anything? No, I mean that what they sacrifice, they sacrifice to demons, not to God, and I do not want you to become participants with demons. You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and also the cup of demons. You cannot partake of the table of the Lord and of the table of demons. Or are we provoking the Lord to jealous anger? Are we stronger than him?

Responsorial Psalm

PS 116:12-13, 17-18

R./ To you, Lord, I will offer a sacrifice of praise.

How shall I make a return to the LORD for all the good he has done for me? The cup of salvation I will take up, and I will call upon the name of the LORD.

R./ To you, Lord, I will offer a sacrifice of praise.

To you will I offer sacrifice of thanksgiving, and I will call upon the name of the LORD. My vows to the LORD I will pay in the presence of all his people.

R./ To you, Lord, I will offer a sacrifice of praise.

Gospel

LK 6:43-49

Jesus said to his disciples: “A good tree does not bear rotten fruit, nor does a rotten tree bear good fruit. For every tree is known by its own fruit. For people do not pick figs from thornbushes, nor do they gather grapes from brambles. A good person out of the store of goodness in his heart produces good, but an evil person out of a store of evil produces evil; for from the fullness of the heart the mouth speaks.

“Why do you call me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ but not do what I command? I will show you what someone is like who comes to me, listens to my words, and acts on them. That one is like a man building a house, who dug deeply and laid the foundation on rock; when the flood came, the river burst against that house but could not shake it because it had been well built. But the one who listens and does not act is like a person who built a house on the ground without a foundation. When the river burst against it, it collapsed at once and was completely destroyed.”

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mercurygguk · 4 years

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bleeding for you | jjk

genre; angst, fluff

pairing; EMT!jungkook x female reader

✎ summary; In which it’s just another quiet night at the fire station until there’s an alarmingly serious car accident not far away. Jungkook is the first on the scene along with his partner, Namjoon. What meets Jungkook at the scene of the accident is worse than anything he could ever imagine.

word count; 3,367

based on a request by anon; It's a Jungkook au, where he's a EMT & they get a call for a very serious accident. When he arrives on scene he sees a very familiar car. A hand dangles from the shattered window, the engagement ring he'd slipped on your finger not two months ago mocking him. I envision a happy ending, but if you want, do with it what you will.

warnings; Descriptions of car accidents, mentions of bruises and blood, jungkook’s crying a whole lot, i’m sorry if this is tough on your heart bc it definitely was on mine, phew

a/n; I LOVED THIS IDEA FROM ANON, SO THANK YOU ANON and let’s be honest here, paramedic/EMT!jungkook is lowkey hotttt. Also, I took some inspiration from the tv-show Chicago Fire and some from Grey’s Anatomy because those are the only shows I’ve actually watched with things related to this kind of scenario, lol. I hope you like it, enjoy!

ps. it’s heavily unedited and i wrote this rather quickly, so please ignore if you spot anything hehe

The clock ticks on the wall and there are sounds of cars passing by once in a while outside on the street. Jungkook is staring silently at the TV in the staff room, his eyes focused on the ball that moves around between the football players. He’s bored, sighing deeply to himself as he drops his head back against the back of the couch he’s currently slouching on. Namjoon, Jungkook’s partner, plops down beside him, a sandwich on a plate for him to eat for dinner. He looks happily at his sandwich, more than excited to bite into it and finally getting a chance to continue reading his book for once.

Jungkook hates quiet nights at the firestation. He despises them. It makes him think of all the other things he could be doing instead – an example being at home, in bed with you; his fiancé. A title you recently had gained after Jungkook finally got the courage to get down on one knee for you, asking you to be his for the rest of his life. Just the thought of the happiness he felt that night made butterflies erupt in his stomach, suddenly daydreaming about your smile and the way you always manage to make him feel like he’s floating on a pink cloud. He’s totally whipped, but only for you.

His daydream is quickly interrupted by the sound of Namjoon chewing his sandwich loudly, making Jungkook glare at him with disgust. Namjoon, the charming person that he is, looks back at Jungkook in confusion.

“What?” Namjoon blurts with his mouth filled with a bite of his disgusting sandwich. Jungkook shakes his head at him, turning back to the boring game that’s unfolding on the TV. He really hates quiet nights.

After half an hour and still nothing, Jungkook groans and gets up from the couch to wander around, causing Namjoon to look at him again with tired eyes. “What’s going on, Jeon?” He asks, flipping a page in his psychology novel.

“Nothing’s going on,” Jungkook grumbles, tired of just sitting around, “absolutely nothing.”

Namjoon is about to tell Jungkook to sit down and relax for once but the alarm beats him to it, sounding loudly throughout the entire fire station. “Squad 3, truck 81 and 82, ambo 65, 78 and 32 – bigger car crash on the 5th highway, multiple victims,” Taehyung from the alarm center's voice booms throughout the fire station’s rooms. Jungkook’s eyes widen and so do Namjoon’s. They’re quick to move, book, sandwich and football match long forgotten as they run to their unit. Jungkook jumps in the driver’s seat, buckling up faster than ever. His partner is fast to join him and buckling up as Jungkook speeds out of the garage at the fire station and onto the road. Jungkook’s focused, eyebrow knitted together in concentration and the urge to do what he does the best – save some lives.

The highway is chaotic once Jungkook and Namjoon arrive as the first ones at the scene, multiple cars lying around – on the hood, on the side and some crushed to the point of where it’s not even a car anymore. It looks worse than anything they have ever experienced and it’s slightly terrifying but they’re headstrong as they grab their medical bags and run off to a random car each. Squad 3 and the firetrucks pull up not long after Jungkook and Namjoon’s arrival, all of them getting out quickly and getting to work, trying to see if they can save all victims or just the majority of them.

The first car Jungkook reaches is empty, the driver of it luckily managed to get himself out before any sort of rescue arrived. He seems fine, his car almost not even scratched. “Sir, are you alright?” Jungkook asks, doing his job in making sure the man is alright before continuing to another car. The man nods, waving a hand at Jungkook.

“Please go see some of the others, I’m fine!” He almost sobs, clearly traumatized by the car accident.

Jungkook nods at that, giving him one last look all over before heading on to the next car. He looks around in his haste to get to the next one, stopping abruptly in his tracks as he spots a familiar looking car. It can’t be, he thinks to himself as he turns to look at the car properly. His chest tightens at the thought, feeling himself hastily moving closer to the car as tears begin to form in his eyes. It doesn’t occur to him until a hand dangling from the window catches his attention as he gets closer, the diamond ring confirming his worst fear.

“No, no, no!” Jungkook shouts in a mix of terror, anger and his heart breaking into a million pieces, tears already falling from his eyes as he runs up to the car, his hands trembling. Pain shoots through him at the sight of you, body limp and unconscious, face battered in bruises and wounds and there’s blood on your beautiful, white shirt and he prays to God that isn’t yours but who is he even trying to fool? Of course, it’s yours. “No, please, no!”

From the other side of the highway, Namjoon spots Jungkook scrambling towards the car that he, too, finds awfully familiar. His eyes widen at the sight as realisation hits him.

“Shit!” He hisses, making sure the victim he’s treating is okay before running towards Jungkook, heart beating a hundred miles per hour. All he can think about is getting his partner away from the car which is lying on its side. “Kook!”

Namjoon has to pull harder than he expected as he reaches Jungkook. He isn’t willing to let go of the car, hands reaching for your unconscious body that is still, thankfully, buckled up in the driver’s seat. You hear nothing of Jungkook’s cries as he’s pulled away by his partner and best friend. “____! Baby, please wake up, please!”

The sight in front of them is nothing but a real life nightmare, the scene only a fear of Jungkook’s until tonight. Namjoon has no idea how to calm his partner down as he pulls him away. His heart is breaking at the sound of Jungkook’s sobs, his chest heaving for air as he looks at the broken car, which was nicely parked in the parking lot of his and yours apartment building when he left for work this morning. He watches it being pulled apart to reach you, the EMTs of Ambo 78 tending to your wounds and body, trying their best to support you until they get you to the hospital.

They lift you into the ambulance, Jungkook’s body working automatically as he tries to jump into the back of the ambulance and ride with you to make sure that they’re taking care of you the right way. This isn’t just another victim, it’s you, Jeon Jungkook’s fiancé. Namjoon holds him back, using all his strength because a sad, terrified Jungkook is stronger than he ever could’ve imagined.

“Hyung, please, I need to go with her!” Jungkook cries, glancing quickly at the man holding him back, before looking back at the ambulance you’re now in. They close the doors, hurriedly getting in the front and speed off. “For fuck’s sake, Namjoon, let me go!”

Namjoon shakes his head, “I need you to calm down first, Kook. You’re not thinking clearly.”

Jungkook thinks that’s the biggest load of bullshit he’s ever heard. He whirls around, not in the mood for his best friend’s psychology shit. “I swear, I will punch you,” he sneers, eyes watery and cheeks stricken with tears. Namjoon stares back at him, lips in a tight line and eyes wide because he has never seen Jungkook so out of it before. “How am I supposed to calm down when my fucking fiancé is a victim of one of the biggest car crashes we’ve ever witnessed, huh? She’s hurt and unconscious in the back of one of OUR ambulances right now, Joon. Don’t fucking tell me to calm down.”

Despite his harsh words, Namjoon feels sorry for Jungkook. He nods, putting his hands up in surrender. Jungkook breathes out, chest heavy with a feeling he can’t quite describe. He just knows that he doesn’t want to waste another second here, the only place he wants to be is by your side until you wake up and tell him you’re okay.

“At least let me drive you to the hospital?” Namjoon offers, voice hesitant and cautious as he gestures to their ambulance.

Jungkook sniffs, nodding, “please.”

The ride to the hospital is quiet, tense too. Jungkook is staring straight ahead and not moving, just letting the tears in his eyes fall until he has none left. He’s pretty sure the drive to the hospital usually isn't this long. He feels like he’s been on this ride with Namjoon for hours when really, it has only been at least 15 minutes. 15 minutes too long, he thinks to himself. He could’ve been with you right now, holding your hand while you get sutured up and stitched back to perfection – at least what Jungkook thinks is perfection. However, you’d never agree on that.

Namjoon doesn’t get to say anything before Jungkook’s out of the passenger seat of the ambulance, his body moving almost before Namjoon had parked it. He doesn’t notice anything around him, heading straight for the front desk to ask about your status. The nurse there looks at him with a face that says she’s sorry without even saying the words. Jungkook doesn’t need those words, there’s nothing to be sorry for. People only say they’re sorry when something really bad happens, and as far as Jungkook knows, you’re still alive. You have to be. He hasn’t married you yet.

“My fiancé was brought here not long ago, her name is ____,” Jungkook hurriedly asks, the nurse working quickly to type into her computer. Jungkook taps his foot against the floor in impatience.

“She’s in surgery at the moment,” the nurse says softly, watching as Jungkook’s breath hitches in his throat at the news. Namjoon comes up beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “The doctors will find you once they’re done.”

Namjoon nods in appreciation to the nurse, Jungkook stares at nothing in particular, scared he’ll break down in the middle of the entrance of the hospital he so often visits because of his job. “We’ll wait over there,” he tells the nurse, tugging Jungkook along. “Let’s go, Kook.”

Jungkook follows along, sitting down in a seat with Namjoon beside him. He feels like he should be calling his family and yours, yet he can’t think straight and his head is empty for words right now. The only thing on his mind is you and the fact that you’re at risk of dying. He has no idea how serious your injuries are but they’re serious enough to land you on the surgery table. His breathing is short, eyes staring at the floor and ears focusing on the sound of the opening and closing of the doors to the surgery halls. He feels alone even though Namjoon is sitting right beside him, he feels helpless, he feels like he’s been left in the dark. He knows nothing about what’s happening to you and it’s driving him absolutely crazy. The thought of losing you brings a new round of tears to his eyes, lips trembling as he fights to keep his sobs inside and not break down in the middle of other people. It’s like Namjoon senses as he gets up, pulling his phone from his pocket. He moves a bit away from Jungkook, speed dialling the only person he knows will be able to comfort his best friend in the slightest.

Jungkook’s wandering the waiting area, hands tightly intertwined in front of his lips and eyes closed as he walks back and forth in front of Namjoon. It has been at least three hours and his nerves aren’t exactly becoming less the longer it takes for the surgeons to give him some kind of news – any kind would be appreciated by now. He stills as a hand comes to rest against his back, gentle touch that can only belong to one person on this planet. He turns around to face her, her eyes softening at the sight of his red eyes and wet eyelashes.

“Mom,” he croaks out, a sob raking through his body as he crumbles into her embrace.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she coos, wrapping her arms around his tall frame, hugging her sweet, heartbroken son to her chest in the hopes of comforting him just the tiniest bit. They stay like that for a few minutes until Jungkook’s mother breaks the embrace, holding him at arm's length. “I’m sure she will be fine, Jungkook. She’s a strong woman.”

He sniffles, feeling slightly better at his mother’s words. He offers a small, the tiniest, smile. She smiles softly and comfortingly at him, reaching up to wipe his tears away. “You have to be strong too, sweetheart. She needs you to be strong for her.”

Jungkook nods and whispers lowly: “I know, mom.”

“Mr. Jeon?” A voice calls. Jungkook, his mother, and Namjoon whips around to face the doctor who called Jungkook’s name. “Miss ____ is out of surgery. We were able to fix her injuries and she is up for recovery now.”

Jungkook lets out a sigh of relief, feeling a heavy weight disappearing from his shoulders. The doctor offers him a warm smile. “She will be in the ICU for at least a couple of days until we see some progress. You can go see her, she is in room 248.”

“Thank you so much,” Jungkook says with the utmost gratitude and a smile as he shakes the doctor’s hand before grabbing his things and heading in the direction of the ICU.

He finds the room without any problems, pausing just outside of the door. His mother and Namjoon both stand behind him, watching him in silence. They’re not pushing him, letting him do this on his own, letting him prepare for whatever he’s about to meet behind this door. He inhales and holds his breath before pushing the door open and heading inside. The sound of the monitor beeping is the first thing that meets him, what meets him next causes him to gasp softly in horror. This must be what it feels like to live out your nightmare and biggest fears, he thinks to himself as he moves closer to your body that’s lying unconsciously on the bed. It seems his tears are never-ending today as he pulls a seat to the side of the bed, sitting down with his eyes trained on you.

He looks you over, wincing lightly at the sight of tubes and IVs attached to you. There are scratches and wounds on your body, your skin beaten up from the harsh car crash you so unluckily ended up in earlier. He’s hesitant as he reaches for your hand, being more than careful as he intertwines his hand with yours. You don’t squeeze his hand like you always do and it makes him realize that you are in fact unconscious and probably not aware of the entire situation right now.

Jungkook scans your face, lips trembling and fingers shaking as he reaches up to move your hair out of your face. There’s scratches on your pretty face too, a big patch on the right side of your forehead where they stitched you up. He’s hurting, not quite as much as you, as he looks at you. You’re still gorgeous, even like this.

“I love you so much, ____,” Jungkook whispers, bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your ring-clad hand. “Please be okay.”

Days have passed since the accident, and you still haven’t opened your eyes. Jungkook is becoming impatient, sitting here and waiting is killing him slowly. His mother had left in the morning after being with him throughout the first night. Jungkook had called your family while his mother held his hand. He will never forget the way a sob raked through your mother’s body as he told her what had happened. They were here now; your mother, your father and your brother, Yoongi. Your parents sit on either side of you, Jungkook’s resting against the wall at the end of the bed, Yoongi sitting in the chair beside him. The silence is almost unbearable but no one dares speaking, afraid of nothing in particular – perhaps the chances of you crashing right in front of all of them.

Jungkook’s done crying. He doesn’t think he has any tears left in him, only this heavy feeling of regret even though he has nothing to regret. No matter what, he couldn’t have stopped this from happening. Why you were out driving that late is still a mystery to him, but he’s not sure he wants to know. He has a feeling it will tear him apart knowing the reason.

Your dad jerks up from his resting posture causing everyone to widen their eyes at him. “S-she squeezed my hand,” he almost whispers. Jungkook’s breathing quickens, eyes staring at your closed ones. He waits, anticipating the worst. Your eyes flutter, a small crease forming in your forehead as you try to adjust to the lights in the room. He sighs in relief for what feels like the hundredth time, feeling the tears coming back. Okay, he isn’t quite done yet.

“Jungkook?!” You croak out, trying to sit up. Jungkook feels his heart breaking at the tone in your voice. You sound confused, slightly shaken up and sad. He’s quick to be at your side, taking over from your father. His hand grabs yours, fingers intertwining automatically. “Kook,” you whimper, clearly not fully awake from your deep days long slumber.

“I’m here, baby” he softly calls, searching your eyes with his own, “I’m right here.”

You look at him, eyes locking and you feel yourself calm down already. Jungkook notices the unshed tears in your hazy eyes. “Where am I?” You ask, voice small.

“The hospital,” he explains, keeping his voice low and soft for you as you just woke up from a long, long nap. “You were in an accident, ____. Do you remember what happened?”

You shake your head, wincing at the movement. Your entire body is sore, hurting everywhere and you want to cry. You just want to cry and hug Jungkook tightly because that’s the only place you feel safe and happy, in his arms.

“How long?” You speak a bit louder now, still not registering your entire family standing around the two of you. You’re in your own little world, your focus only aimed at the curly-haired man in front of you. Your mom is watching you closely, letting a small tear slip down her cheek as she takes in the moment of you and Jungkook. Your father is right beside her, rubbing her arms in comfort. Yoongi is watching too, smiling to himself because he doesn’t think his younger sister could’ve found anyone more fit for her than Jeon Jungkook.

“Only a few days,” Jungkook answers, bringing your intertwined hands to his chest. His heart is beating hard and fast causing you to gasp. He smiles at you as you look up at him, eyes wide.

You move to press your other hand to his chest, resting it above his heart. “Are you okay?”

Jungkook can’t help but chuckle. Even when you’re the one hurting, you ask him if he’s okay just because his heart is beating a bit faster than it usually does. He nods, smiling softly at you, eyes twinkling with fresh tears once again.

“I’m fine,” he whispers, leaning closer to press his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss. “Just really relieved.”

You smile at his words, only imagining how worried he must’ve been the past few days if you’ve been in this bed and unconscious. “I love you, Kook.”

Jungkook chokes out a laugh, “I love you too baby, more than anything.”

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dangermousie · 3 years

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CFC Chapter 54

“A crashing car?” Ahahahaha I see you, Meatbun. But it was indeed an utter pileup!

I know I commented on this passage in its various iterations eight billion times already but I still have more to say. And it’s that XQC taking so long to realize that even though HY is young, his emotions and feelings are as genuine and strong as those of anyone older is so realistic - people do tend to think that especially with regard to children - think of a reaction of an adult to a three year old crying over ice cream they dropped. It’s all amused even if not meanly so. Because to an adult with vastly more experience, this is not a big deal. But what that forgets is that whether it’s ridiculous to someone else or not, to the person at issue that is a real feeling, AND that of course a person can only feel through the lens of their experience - what else is there? Emotions aren’t any less valid because they are informed by lesser or different experience.

Honestly, to me so far this is one of the driving messages of the novel - everyone is in their own world of issues and pain and none of these characters can truly look through the lens of another person and it would be so much better if they did. To XQC, for so long, He Yu’s strong feelings (and we know so many of these feelings are awful - despair, and self-loathing, and loneliness) never quite felt real and therefore never quite felt fully valid. And by the time it wasn’t the case, it was too late.

But the same is true for He Yu - he is so concentrated on his own grievances and his own pain, he cannot perceive others’ different issues. In He Yu’s mind, he’s the winner and always champion of Misery Olympics and while he’s had a horrible time of it, that doesn’t mean other people didn’t either just in different ways. Whether because of his condition, his issues or just his age, HY is not empathetic in the least.

And think about it - XQC does not have a horrible illness. He does not have unfeeling parents. But he had to watch his beloved parents brutally murdered in front of his eyes at 13 (!!!!) and then had to raise a 5 year old by himself. Is it worse or better than HY’s trauma? That’s a matter of opinion but what there is no question about is that is a different type of trauma and a different type of scar. Or think about the patient in the asylum whose name I am too lazy to look up - her life is such a theater of horrors that to me, it makes the combined issues of HY and XQC seem small, though once again that’s subjective. Nobody wins when people start this sort of competition.

My heart breaks for XQC but also - I am sorry - if/when HY x XQC hook up again (how? I have no idea! But that is one of the joys of Meatbun - I both have no idea how/where it’s going and utterly trust her), please have He Yu read up and learn things because Good God. You should not be in major pain the morning after unless you are into pain and XQC clearly is not!

The other thing is the bit about XQC forcing himself to walk in his usual ramrod-straight manner is the moment I went utterly gone for him. I mean, I liked him and found him interesting before. But this is the thing that flipped that invisible switch for me and I went rabid and irrational and now I am Team XQC and I don’t care what he wants and does from now on, he should have it. It’s so small but so real. My mother and her mother were both big on straight posture. And one of the reasons they gave was when you walk with good posture - you look confident but also it makes you feel confident and stronger. And I’ve actually found it to be true - when you throw your shoulders back and straighten your neck and hold your head up, it does not just give others a signal, it gives a signal to your own brain. So to see XQC insist on doing it, despite being emotionally and physically shattered - because of his pride refusing to give up, because he’s so unbending, but also this being some sort of instinctive armor, just hits straight through the heart.

OK, I laughed at HY as a fucking machine. But also, this is another point in the whole “everyone has issues” narrative and HY’s life could be worse. HY, with all his other issues, can pay an insane amount, an amount that XQC could not pay in a million years, so easily. It’s not even a blip to him. Hell, the fact that he forgot to pay speaks to that - I can see forgetting to pay a friend a couple of bucks back right away because it’s not much money. HY forgets because it does not loom in his mind. And this rich lifestyle is instinctive, is ingrained in him. I think he’d find it hard to be poor.

THAT is what he’s thinking about? Priorities are...

The sole good thing that came out of this insanity is that XQC is getting in touch with his emotions, even if those emotions are (rightly) rage. He’s too closed off from them normally.

The fact that you slept with a man should be secondary to the fact that you drugged and raped him, but here we are...

To me, this sums up He Yu as a moral wasteland. To still, when sober and past his fit and not under influence of wine, to still feel excitement over his revenge and to somehow twist it that it’s XQC’s fault for being raped by He Yu is !!!!!!!!!

(I suppose if I were charitable, I’d assume that the disquiet is small stirrings of almost dead conscience and his “he deserved it” is an attempt to justify the unjustifiable to himself, but I honestly don’t want to think so because I am so angry at him. Not until I see some more evidence. I don’t feel like being indulgent with He Yu since he’s indulgent with himself enough for two.)

1. The fact that you can tell from the picture XQC got taken by a man (I am gonna defer to Meatbun’s expertise here) definitely points to the fact that the pictures are going to be used for something bad later - because if it’s just oh XQC had sex, so what, he’s single what’s the big deal. But like this it becomes a different matter. No idea if it will be used for HY or XQC or both, and by whom (money is on Duan and co, but after the way HY went off, I would never say HY himself won’t use it badly somehow) but knowing Meatbun, it will go for maximum damage.

2. Ruthless? Perhaps. Unfeeling? Hmmmm. I am not He Yu’s biggest fan atm but that’s a wonderfully misleading adjective here. He does still seem to be in shock. And fixating.

3. The whole “hahahaha XQC is a hypocrite when he was all ‘I am not interested in sex’“ is - I am not sure if HY is just short-circuiting (fine) or using a rapist justification/rolling in a sea of toxic toxicity (not fine) because I am sorry, that’s totally like “he/she had a reaction, can’t be rape” writ large. Yeah, sure he had a reaction - you poured drugs down his throat. That has nothing to do with his default preferences or his actual state. THE FUCK?!

Anyway, we end on the whole “u mad bro?” bit and you know what strikes me? HY was all “I am done, we are done, my revenge is complete I don’t care” but here he is, still desperately seeking and craving reaction and interaction from XQC.

I remain utterly puzzled as to how these two will ever be a couple except for a couple being defined as “two mutually homicidal people.” Leaving aside everything else, I am willing to accept HY is in the closet - clearly whatever his orientation is, it includes men. But I do not get that sense from XQC at all. When he’s not drugged, he’s barely interested in sex with anyone and I do not get the sense he’s in the closet either. Chances of anyone, let alone He Yu, who is both a man and someone who raped him to humiliate him, being able to entice him into sexual encounters voluntarily is about the chance of me going to visit Mars. Meatbun loves doing insane things so I can’t wait.

PS I know people use the term psychopath all the time casually but ummm, I think He Yu may actually be one? When he has his father (!!!) on speakerphone, calmly carrying a conversation with the man as he’s raping his father’s friend in the club as he talks (!!!!!) that is...in RL I’d be “team lock him up for life, there is something so basic broken in him that it can’t be fixed.” Like - the hell? The ability to put things on different shelves so much is not in the same country as sane (it makes me think of 2ha and TXJ banging CWN being the curtain while performing court business but TXJ was bona fide clinically insane and also this is worse because this is his actual freaking father omg.) Of course, only time will tell whether it’s evidence of him being irreparably incapable of normalcy in terms of living in the world/interacting with others or it was an extreme psychotic (in casual parlance not medical one) break because most people are capable of truly horrific stuff if certain levers are pushed and his default is saner. It’s the question, isn’t it? Whether He Yu’s factory default setting is the monster of the previous chapters or the kid who’d cut his wrists so as not to hurt others.

Anyway, this novel is a terrifying roller coaster ride and I love having strong emotions.

#cnovel #meatbun doesn't eat meat #case file compendium

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umbralstars · 3 years

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Honestly thinking about how any Crested Blaiddyd has to be super careful when interacting with the world.

They are physically stronger than practically everyone around them and very few people have a chance of getting anywhere close. Even others with a Crest likely can't match them because Blaiddyd's Crest is just built different. Anyone with Blaiddyd's Crest would need to be really careful even in spars because they could hurt someone even without weapons.

They would need to be cognizant in how much force they put behind anything not just when fighting. They would need to be careful when giving handshakes or hugs because any amount of force could easily hurt someone. They also seem to just have a hard time controlling that strength and honestly that makes a lot of sense. They live in a world that's not built for them in any way. Anywhere the Blaiddyd's reside has to be specialty built for them to accommodate their sheer strength.

Can you imagine a child who has that kind of strength? Like if their Crests show themselves really early a child with that much strength would honestly be dangerous to practically everything around them.All I can think about honestly is the scene in Hercules before he learns to control his strength and just destroys a whole fourm.

The only people they likely can interact with normally are Nabateans and other Blaiddyds. Maybe others with Crests if said Crest gives them some kind of physical strength boost. They probably need to learn as kids how exactly to interact with people and things just to make sure they don't destroy anything or hurt anyone. You can probably tell who has a Blaiddyd Crest and who doesn't off the way they carry themselves and interact with thing. They have to hold every besides specialty made items with a lighter hand, especially anything made out of glass. They probably barely touch people and only do so with the lightest possible pressure unless said person has previously shown how much they can handle. Honestly, they might feel really disconnected because or how much they need to restrain themselves from others.

TL;DR: Super strength wack and other people with the Blaiddyd Crest probably stick together/feel relieved when they meet another one cause "Holy Goddess finally someone who I don't need to handle like glass"

(PS: House Riegan? Totally has the same problem sometimes cause of the Blaiddyd blood they got running through their veins. The Blaiddyds and the Riegans probably have low levels of each other's Crests all the time because of the whole cadet brant vs senior branch situation, no telling when each Crest got into the system. It's my favorite headcanon to tie in with the Dragon Signs.

Basically both HB and HH have times where the other House's Crest manifests in the other, and since both Crests are so strong in the bloodline they can use each other's Relics far easier than other Crested bloodlines. Like to the point of being able to use Fallen Star and Atrocity to less powerful degrees. Hence why Claude gave Dimitri Failnaught on AM even though no one else should've been able to us it. Emyr actually gets Failnaught in my own personal AM route and uses it to great effectiveness though not as much as Claude would've been able to comparatively.

Obviously, no double Crests since that is a hard rule one cannot break outside of unnatural means. But what these two have going on is their blood not being enough to manifest a minor Crest but still strong enough to make the Relics recognize them. Can't say if other Houses have done this, so this is just me going off the canon example we do have.)

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h headcanons #house blaiddyd #house von riegan #long post

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x-infernhoes-x · 3 years

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Evermore- Maliksi x Reader

Title: Evermore

Genre: : )

Warnings: Not much but I’ll leave it to you guys lmao. Implied Relationship as well so ye.

Word Count: 1, 690 k +

Description: I don’t know WHY I get ideas for fanfics at ungodly hours of the night like I’m supposed to be on a break here since my neck still hurts from writing that 2k pound of word vomit that is known to be one of my greatest smut piece that eventually earned me the title as ‘The Emissary for Zaddy Cannibal’ WHEEZE and I started writing this at 1:57 am so let’s hope I’d finish this before 4 am. I’m basing some stuff I know about Maliksi from the comics and perhaps the anime as well. I also suggest listening to Evermore from the live-action version of Beauty and the Beast after reading!

PS. I didn’t finish this last night because I got sleepy at 3 am. There’s an AO3 version of this that’s direct to the point if you want something shorter than this one which can be found here! Oh and my grandma suggested that I set the font size to 12 instead of 11! and as always, I finished this at 3:29 am GGWP talaga.

Anyways, enjoy! _______________________________________

If people asked about how the Prince of Tikbalangs was like as a person, most of them would describe him as rowdy, haughty, stubborn at times may even be perceived as a pervert due to his distaste of not wearing any underwear underneath his jeans. Some thought of him as the classical, spoiled rich kid who cared for no one but himself but in reality, he was so much more than what people would perceive him to be. Being a Prince was something, sure he got everything that he wanted regardless of what it was, he would always find a way for it but sometimes it led him to live a rather lonely life that felt like he was nothing more but a slave to live through this illusion of being the perfect prince.

If they took the time to peek through the curtains of his façade, they would see that he just wanted someone to understand and see him for who he is but this also proved to be contradictory for the poor fellow given the fact that every time someone would show him just the right amount of honesty and kindness, he would find out that most of these people were only after him for things such as taming him to become their loyal servant, for his money or even for the sake of his looks. He thought that this curse of his would stay with him for the rest of his Engkanto life but somehow that all seemed to change his rather pessimistic view on life when he had come across someone who would turn his whole life in a different direction.

Maliksi had met (Y/N) (L/N) on one of his father’s many extravagant events where he was forced to sit through it. Of course, while his father was busy chatting away, the prince took this as an opportunity to sneak away which eventually led him towards an unsuspecting person who would change his life forever.

At first, the two of them were like total opposites, always clashing and arguing about something to the point that his father, Senior Armanaz had to interfere with their constant bickering but time seemed to wear both Maliksi and (Y/N)’s dissatisfaction for each other’s presence and instead began to tolerate the other, which eventually led into something more than just friendship among the two.

Maliksi and (Y/N) were completely inseparable, almost attached to the hip to the point that the Prince was rarely seen without them. He would take (Y/N) on trips across the country, sometimes he would take them out on long drives after his races and almost everything in between. People have reported that the two seemed even more in sync especially in battle, covering each other’s backs while bantering about which car model was the best or where they would eat after this whole ordeal like the two of them were playing a mere game of Patintero or even playing a good round of Pogs to see who got the most hits on their opponents and who seemed to be stronger.

But there were precious moments where Maliksi would take them on trips across the country just to escape from the hectic and bustling streets of the city and gave them the taste of what it means to be free and live life in color. He would watch his partner’s joyful and almost curious gaze with a feeling of warmth and care in his chest that would make him smile along with them, the two of them would participate in various festivals such as Flores de Mayo and its ritual pageant, Santa Cruzan, The Masskara Festival in Bacolod down to his personal favorite which happened to be the Moriones Festival that takes place in Marinduque. But out of those trips, the one that he treasures the most was the time Maliksi and his parents had flown out to their home province, Bukidnon to celebrate the Kaamulan Festival where his partner met the rest of the family, of course, this was also the time where he had proposed to (Y/N) after their 3 years of dating, he was glad that they had accepted his proposal.

Who knew things would eventually change from thereon. With the underworld restless and agitated from all the events that have transpired, it seemed to put a strain between Maliksi and his fiancé. To make matters worse between the two, Maliksi began to do races that would conclude in fatal car accidents for both parties. This would result in (Y/N) and Maliksi arguing non-stop every time they meet however these fights never resulted in something physical but it would leave them in tears or the other walking away with a slam of the door. This cycle seemed to break the moment a certain Babaylan-Mangdirigma had beat him at his own game and managed to snap some sense into him as well the moment his beloved ran at him at full force, scolding him right in front of Alexandra Trese before the two left to settle their problems in private.

“Magpakasal na tayo.” Maliksi told (Y/N) the morning after the two of them had reconciled. Of course, this made his fiance cough up their drink, eyes wide and still hacking their lungs out while Maliksi made his way over to them, patting their back gently to ease their pain. Once things were clear, (Y/N) could only look at him, disbelief and surprise evident on their face before they spoke, “Seryoso ka ba?! Paano yung simbahan, yung venue-“ Holding their hands in his own, Maliksi could only give his soon-to-be spouse a grin, placing a chaste kiss upon the back of their hands. “Wag ka nang magalala, babe. I’ve got it covered.” And just like he had said, Maliksi did have it covered, the venue, the church, and everything in between. It was a quick but simple ceremony that had his parents and (Y/N)’s parents present and nobody outside of the clan knew about this union between them. Time seemed to move quickly after that but the two newlyweds felt like it was an eternity for them both.

In a short amount of time the fantasy of church bells and dreaming faded into war cries and chants of ‘Sic Itur Ad Astra’ quickly and we see Maliksi and his spouse come face to face with the greatest foe they’ve ever come across, the war-god of Bukidnon, Talagbusao. With the rest of their forces subdued by the War God and Maliksi trying to recover from the hit he had taken from Talagbusao, the Tikbalang prince seemed to take notice that his spouse was nowhere in sight and panic seemed to take a hold on him like a choke-hold. Standing up, he began to look for them, ruby-red eyes rapidly scanning the area, furiously looking for his beloved, silently praying to Bathala that they were okay or let alone still be alive.

His prayers seemed to be answered when he saw them, still kicking and fighting and running to where Talagbusao was and he immediately knew something was wrong. “(Y/N)!! ANONG GINAGAWA MO!?” Maliksi yelled out through the sound of roaring bullets, trying his best to reach over to where their lover was. “Alexandra, ngayon na!” Maliksi heard (Y/N)’s commanding voice ring out as she caught the Babylan-Mandirigma’s knife, Sinag throwing it to her while they subdued Talagbusao to the best of their abilities, eyes locked with their husband as they mouthed at him, ‘Patawarin mo ako, Maliksi.’ And as quick as a flash, Alexandra, Talagbusao, and (Y/N) disappeared into the Dragon’s Gate. Maliksi was left to watch his spouse in paralyzed horror and shock disappear right before his eyes, chest clenching in panic as the impact of the closing portal sent everyone nearby it flying backward.

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A month has then passed after that event and we see Maliksi within the Trese household as he would always do, always waiting, hoping, and praying that his (Y/N) would return to him safe and unharmed. This day was different than the other days he would spend at the household because this day was the day that Alexandra Trese had returned as announced by a pale-looking and wide-eyed Hank. The tikbalang prince was the first to head where Alexandra---who was now swarmed by her older brothers and the kambal, his eyes still searching for his spouse, his expression of hope immediately diminished as he spoke, his voice slowly trembling with each step he took, “Nasaan si (Y/N), Alexandra?” at the mention of his spouse’s name, Alexandra then refused to meet his eyes as the rest of the Trese siblings along with the Kambal clearing a path for him, all watching him with disconsolate looks and glistening eyes as Alexandra held onto Sinag as tightly as she could, trying her best to find the right words to say to him.

“Wala na si, (Y/N), Maliksi. She’s gone.”

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“There is a story, of a man who had lost his beloved in a war, some say he still waits for their return, others say that the day his beloved had disappeared, he had soon followed.”

“They say that this man could be found standing by the tall windows of Tower A [1] located in Ayala Avenue. Urban myths suggest that this man is a ghost bound to the building, others say that he’s the reason why that Tower still exists.” Now in his prime, Maliksi sat in the place where his father used to sit. It had been years since he had taken over the clan and years since his beloved, (Y/N) was taken away from him at such an early age. Beside him was an empty throne reserved for them once they return. No matter how many years it would take him, Maliksi Armanaz, former prince and now leader of the Armanaz clan, would still wait for his beloved, (Y/N) to return to him until the end of his days. He would wait for them for evermore.

#trese netflix #trese #trese imagine #maliksi imagine #maliksi armanaz #fanfic #trese x reader #maliksi x reader #kailan kaya ako titigil #ewan ko ba HAHAHA

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lordoftherazzles · 2 years

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Hey. You don’t know me from Adam, and I don’t have a question or anything but I felt kinda compelled to send you a little hang in there note. You end up on my following page a lot and I am relatively new to the hobbit fandom having only watched it a few years ago and kinda became obsessed. Though I am much more of a Kili/Tauriel person myself. Anyway, I wanted you to know you are not alone. Times are SO hard, and as someone who is in the throes of constant anxiety attacks and depression one thing I have discovered is sometimes you literally have to take things a second at a time. I mean…it’s supposed to be a day at a time but trust me…a second can be hard enough. You are an amazing artist, your stuff is so cute, and don’t even get me started on your following. I just got my first ever follower last week. So sad 😂😂😂. I don’t really know how these asks work or when you’ll get this, or even if it will help at all, but you hang in there. You got this!!! One thing I love about the hobbit and the lotr is they teach you even though things get bad, never give up. You take your ring to Mordor, you battle that dragon sickness, you take your mountain back, because you are stronger than you know. Hugs and hang in there. Ps…I have been told I can be dramatic 😅. It makes writing fun though. Good luck.

Here it is.

The message that truly sent me into tears in the thick of one of many mental breakdowns this week - but I promise, the tears were good.

We've not spoken before, and perhaps that's what made this all the more emotional for me when reading it. A stranger went out of their way to give me a boost, to tell me to hang in there, which I did.

I can guarantee whenever I started feeling bad again I would pull open this message and read it over again. It was very thoughtful, just as it was moving to me, and I can't say thank you enough. I might have to dig a little bit when I want to look at this again during my...not-really-a-break-break, but I really wanted to reply to this.

Thank you so much, @jezzibee, it may seem a little silly, but this message truly meant a lot to me and helped me get through some pretty shitty moments this week. I might not have taken my ring to Mordor, or battled the dragon sickness in its entirety, but I can assure you those quests are in progress.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Also, welcome to the Hobbit fandom! It's a great place to be, and Kili/Tauriel is an excellent choice ;)

#raz answers #jezzibee #i want to print this out and put it somewhere safe #so whenever i'm feeling bad i can just LOOK AT IT #and maybe feel a little better #all because a stranger decided to reach out and give me a comforting pat on the shoulder #it was everything i needed and more

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wilhelmjfink · 3 years

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Felt downright bad that you were kind of disappointed for not getting a lot of feedback, because you definitely deserve to. Characters are solid (and great at swearing) and most of all you have an on point sense for rhythm of language, it's a really good read. That being said, I throw #32 and #44 in the ring and am sitting here giggling pleasantly in anticipation.

You’re amazing. You’re an angel and I love you. Thank you so much. Also I love to swear. I’d imagine if TWD wasn’t on television, Daryl would too. Also thank you for your patience!

This is long but I legit struggled with a scenario for this one lmaooooo so here’s a one shot

PS sorry I still haven’t figured out how to page break and “read more” on mobile fml

You were having horrible flashbacks to running the mile in high school gym class. Freshman year, you faked an injury and smugly allowed the school nurse to push you off the track in a wheelchair while you flipped your friends off and stick your tongue out, showing up on crutches the next day to write your essay on fitness instead. Sophomore year, you pretended to have a mental breakdown, screaming and crying when they herded you outside, babbling incoherently about your how mortified you were that you had to put on the stale, boxy uniform and make a fool of yourself in front of your peers. Junior year, they caught on, and the coach ran next to you the entire mile.

Only right now, it wasn’t Coach J running beside you with a snide expression looking down at you, it was Daryl who, admittedly, wasn’t much happier than Coach had been.

Your lungs burnt while you struggled to keep up with him, running on pure adrenaline now, straining to hear any sign of the strangers still keeping pace behind you over the incessant thumping of your heartbeat in your eardrums.

But you followed him, because that’s what you did, and what you would always do. Rounded every corner, jumped every log, crossed every creek without question because Daryl had never let you down before and you were sure he wouldn’t start today.

“C‘mon,” he ushered you beside him as you started to slow, not allowing you to stop for fear that you wouldn’t be able to start back up. “I dunno if they’re still followin’ us, but I don’t hear ‘em anymore.”

How long had you been running? Those men chased you guys for miles. They weren’t familiar — you were positive they didn’t have a vendetta, but who knew? Daryl would lay down and die before he ever let you get caught up with the wrong group; especially without him.

Risking a quick, nervous glance over your shoulder, you didn’t spot anymore company; an extremely welcome relief to your pounding heart and crippling anxiety that intertwined somewhere inside of you with the piercing adrenaline that created some combination of mental and physical exhaustion and a deep sense of dread.

Whether your knees finally gave out or you stepped awkwardly into a pothole, you suddenly fell forward onto the concrete with a grunt. The respite was heavenly; and you opted to bask in the stillness just for a second, hoping maybe Daryl wouldn’t push you to get back up just yet and let you try and catch your breath. And by the looks of him, you figured he could use the break as well; he was coated in sweat, head to toe, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, his breathing heavy not unlike yours, and you briefly wondered if he was as miserable as you were.

You’d followed him to some sort of industrial plaza, with large warehouses looming over you in each direction, abandoned semi trucks strewn across the parking lots, billboards on the horizon and train tracks weaving behind it all. A tall chain link fence separated you from the main lot; a minor barrier that you prayed held up strong between you and the dozens of walkers meandering aimlessly on the other side.

But that realization was nothing compared to the fear that took back over when you heard it: whistling, hooting, hollering. Distant, but prevalent.

Desperately, you looked to Daryl for an answer: what do we do? Where do we go? You prayed your tired expression could still manage to convey all of these things to him, the years of silent companionship and wordless communication stronger than the debilitating exhaustion you were sure managed to disguise the other underlying emotions.

But he didn’t even have to double take at you — in fact, before you could think twice, he hoisted you back up back onto your feet from beneath your arms, and was dragging you behind him towards the gates.

“We gotta go through,” was all he said as you approached and got a good view of just how many walkers there really were on the opposite side. A straggler both noticed you and alerted you to a hole cut through the fence, which didn’t help the panic you were fighting off that tried to set in when Daryl’s words finally registered.

“What?” You still weren’t sure you heard him correctly. “Are you insane? We can’t go in there!”

But he hardly responded to you, lodging his Bowie knife until the side of the nearby walker’s skull with a sickening squelch. And yet, it still seemed so practiced, so technically mastered to you as he removed it and caught the body before it fell dead weight against the fence and rattled it, alerting all of its friends that luckily had yet to notice you.

Daryl immediately set to work, skilled and precise as he always was in anything he did, cutting down the center of the corpse as if performing an autopsy. You knew instantly what would follow, and you swallowed nervously, your stomach already churning at the thought and the sounds that followed certainly didn’t help.

And he stood up, a heaping pile of red rotten guts and intestines and coagulated blood in the palm of his hand. “Do ya trust me?”

You didn’t hesitate, the words tumbling from your mouth before your brain could consider any other answer: “Of course.”

Maybe it was the certainty in your voice, or how quickly and confidently you’d answered, but he seemed to pause for a fraction of a second, his normally bright, icy blue eyes fleetingly finding yours, now a dark and almost angry shade of slate. He nodded stiffly in response — you hated the thought that he might have been trying to convince himself at the same time.

“Alright.” He stepped forward, his free hand that wasn’t currently holding a softball-sized glob of decomposed flesh and old, rotted blood, grabbing one of your own hands that hung limply at your side, still stinging from the bits of gravel that pierced the skin of your palm. It was almost as if the second his touch met yours, none of that even mattered — why were you running? But then, in a swift motion that screamed at you that he was fighting the urge to hold back, the gross, wet sensation you’d been dreading was slathered against the front of your chest, instantly soaking through your t-shirt. “I ain’t gonna let anything happen to ya, alright? Nothin’. I promise ya that.”

#the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead fanfiction #twd #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #norman reedus #twd imagine #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon drabble #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine

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khaleesiofalicante · 3 years

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Trigger warning: so if you don't feel like answering this or don't have the energy. That's alright of you don't.

I've been holding this in for months now and I don't want to tell anyone or burden anyone, (here I am doing it though). but I relapsed back into my suicidal thoughts, and I'm so angry because I was getting better, and now I'm back to staying for other people and not myself. And I'm so tired of living with it, I think 2020 and 2021 brought it back on, and I'm just tired of living with these thoughts every day. My depression and OCD have gotten bad again too, and I'm just tired of feeling this way.

I can't confide in my friends because they have issues of their own and I don't want to burden them. and my family will flip and want to send me back to a kind of suicide prevention place for a week like last time when I attempted. I'm not there, just have the thoughts, but they'll flip. And I don't want to go back there, I don't.

So I've been holding it in for so many months, and lately all I can think is "I hope I don't wake up." or "I hope something happens to me."

And it sucks because I was getting better, and then more shit in my life happened, and I just want a break, and I usually go to fandom for that but all that does is upset me now as well, and I feel isolated, and like I don't really belong even though I seem to fit in so perfectly (even in fandom). Sometimes it feels like no one really thinks there's a possibility that i'm not okay, because i seem so fine and sure of myself. And people tell me I'm so strong but I'm tired of always being so strong, I want to not have to be strong anymore. But then I see people call suicide shameful and a disgrace, and I feel pathetic for the thoughtas. And the time I attempted it, and survived, people called me crazy, and I don't want to be called crazy again, I'm already a big enough fuck up in my family lmao.

I'm sorry for bothering you, and I hope I didn't trigger you or anything. I got a sudden burst of will to finally reach out and say something to someone lol. And I just needed to vent and get it out.

Hello love,

Thank you for reaching out. I'm so proud of you for talking about this. It couldn't have been easy.

I'm sorry that people have responded to your struggles with no empathy or kindness in the past. I hope you know it says more about them than it does about you. While you might believe you need to become stronger, sometimes strength means nothing if the world around you doesn't become kinder. So, try not to think of yourself as the problem - because you're not.

You don't have to take my advice, but I would strongly recommend that you talk to your parents about how you are feeling right now. You might not be in the edge as you say, but you don't always have to wait till the last possible moment. Sometimes, acting early can be really helpful. If you don't want to go back to that camp for any reason, then please do look into other options. Are there any other camps or centers that can support you? Share these options with your parents and ask for their help.

You are never, ever a burden for asking for help. I think if it was the other way around...If one of your friends was struggling and needed your help and reached out to you, I think you would help them. I don't think think you would see them as a burden. So, have the same faith in those who love you too.

Sometimes I feel like I hope I don't wake the next day too. Those days are the worst - and are so scary. At times like that, I remind myself of all the little things I would miss in my future. I would never get to see whether I look foxy when my hair starts to gray. I would never get to the be the cool wine aunt who is also the gay aunt. I never get to know what happens in the end of the shadowhunter chronicles - that last one is particularly terrifying to me. This is an exercise that helps me. I hope it helps you too - at least in the moment.

You shouldn't protect yourself out of fear or shame or judgement. Don't do it for those around you. Do it for yourself. Being strong can be really, really tiring. I feel you. I really do. So, it's okay to take a break - as long you remember to pick yourself up.

I know one thing for sure.

You are not weak. You are not crazy. You are not a fuck up.

I bet the people who said those things don't have half the courage or resilience you have right now.

And another thing.

You are a fighter. You went to the camp and came back stronger. You got better, remember? That was all you. If you did once, you can do it again.

I know you feel like giving up, but the fact that you reached and talk about this shows that you want to keep fight.

There is a part of you that wants to keep fighting - hold on to that.

These last two years took so much from us. We are not going to let it take you away too. You are staying right fucking here.

You belong on this hell site. You belong to this world. You belong to yourself.

I know you are looking for strength. But at this time, you need love and support too - now more an ever.

Reach out. Ask for help. There is nothing shameful about it. You are fighting for yourself and your future - that is an inspiring and beautiful thing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I'm always here (anon or not) if you want to talk about anything at all - even to discuss what the future would look and what we would miss if we didn't give ourselves the chance to see it.

(ps - This includes a free opportunity to discuss all possible theories about what happens to Magnus Bane in the future - if you don't know who that is then holy shit you have so much to learn so don't give up!!!!)

I hope you feel a little better after reaching out. I hope it encourages you to reach out to more - to me or anyone else.

All my love, Dani x.

#support #mental health #tw suicide #tw depression

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