#i enjoyed it very much indeed if you could not tell. my brain seems to have interpreted it as a comedy though judging by these images
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hey love! im sorry your request box hasnt been what you were looking for but maybe this will work! can i request a ball with benedict bridgerton where feelings are only realized when one of them dances with someone else? i dont really mind if its reader or benedict but i just think it would be cute!! hope you’re doing well <3 <3
hello my lovely. you're the sweetest, thank you so much for such a gorgeous request. I've got a pretty similar fic where Benedict realises his feelings, so I was super excited to do the other way around, I hope you enjoy <3 <3 | 1.5k words, fem!reader
There is a woman in Benedict’s arms and it isn’t you and you think you might throw your lemonade at her. Accidentally, of course.
You don’t know her, and if the reasonable side of your brain was in charge, you’d probably think she looks quite lovely. Her hair is adorned in elaborate braids and her smile is demure but still a little goofy - she isn’t shrouded in the fake humility that she finds so many ladies of the ton carry around with them.
But still you find yourself fantasising about a large lemonade stain painting the front of her dress, the poor girl hurrying away in her shock and distress.
Away from Benedict. Who’s now laughing. At something the girl has said, no less. Why, you’d never seen him laugh at any lady of the ton who wasn’t either his sister or, once, Lady Danbury.
And yourself, of course, but you didn’t count.
At least, you didn’t think you counted. You didn’t think you wanted to count, content to while away the balls and the promenades by Benedict’s side, sometimes Eloise’s, whispering about so-and-so’s hat or whats-his-name’s hair. He’d never asked you to dance, although you’d never wanted him to before. Now that he was dancing with someone for the first time you could recall, however, you could feel that changing very swiftly.
”You know, looking vexed in the corner isn’t likely to win you many adoring suitors, Miss Y/L/N.”
Eloise always knows just when to get on your nerves and she’s grinning at you slyly when you turn to face her, finally breaking the spell that Benedict and his new dance partner had placed on you.
”Since when have you believed that was my endeavour, dear Eloise?”
”Since you’ve spent the entire night glaring at pretty young Miss Pennyforth. It’s making you look rather jealous, to the untrained eye.”
You turn away from her, fixing your eyes on her brother yet again. They’re not talking anymore, just staring at each other as he twirls her again and again. Maybe it was better when they spoke after all, because now your stomach is twisting into something that does indeed feel a lot like jealousy.
”Yes, well, you know better than to think I’m jealous. Though I do seem to be in a foul mood.”
Eloise nods exaggeratedly, a pretend-sympathetic pout on her lips.
”Yes, you poor thing. And it obviously has nothing to do with the brother of mine that you can’t take your eyes off.”
You pointedly look at her again but she just dissolves into giggles at the look on your face.
”If you have a point, Eloise, I suggest you make it.”
”Oh, no point at all. Only that the one ball where Benedict decides not to stand with you and ruin his prospects all night, you seem to be very dour indeed. With no correlation, of course.”
You glower at her as best you can. You have the irritable feeling crawling out of your stomach through your throat that you might be about to cry, and you refuse to do so here, or to allow Eloise to think it’s her fault if you do.
”You run along and find Penelope or I shall tell your mother there’s a gentleman asking after you.”
She gaped at you, quite genuinely.
”You wouldn’t,” she murmured, but then promptly hurried away when you fixed her with a look that told her you most certainly would. It was a lie, because you could never bring yourself to do that to your friend, but it was a ruse that allowed to slip away from the ballroom.
You cast one last glance over your shoulder at Benedict to see him kissing the back of Miss Penny-something’s hand and your eyes began to sting.
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There was a little bench hidden away to the left of the grand entrance, just dark enough to not be spotted by those near the carriages. You managed to shed a few tears in private, silent silly things, and you wiped them away angrily.
It was only Benedict. Quiet, mischievous, generous Benedict. He was creative and caring and could come up with the most brilliant insults you’d ever heard. Obviously, he also had a beautiful face, but you’d never given it much thought. All the Bridgertons were beautiful, it felt like a requirement.
”Did Lord Tennesby try to talk to you again?”
You sighed deeply, closing your eyes with your head bowed. Of course he’d find you. If anyone was likely to be looking for a quiet spot for a moment’s reprieve, it was him.
You wiped at your face in vain before looking up at him with what you hoped was a convincing smile.
“I’d be halfway back home if that was the case. What are you doing out here?”
Why aren’t you with Pennyfuzzy? was the unspoken second question that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to ask, knowing how spiteful it would come out. You wished you had realised you might want more from Benedict in the comfort of your own home, where you could take a week to process those feelings and prepare for how to deal with them.
Instead, you’d just have to see what happened in this conversation and go from there. Sounded promising.
”I was going to ask you the same thing. Have you…been crying?”
”I think it’s the flowers,” you point over at the hyacinths in the nearby flowerbed, “They often get the best of me this time of year.”
”Daphne’s ball last year was filled with hyacinths and you didn’t so much as sniffle.”
You frowned at him.
“I probably sniffled.”
“You didn’t. I would have noticed. I would have offered you a handkerchief like the dashing young gentleman I am.”
It was enough to pull up your frown at the corners, which in turn propelled him to take a seat beside you on the bench. You busied yourself with a crease in your dress when you talked to him.
“Maybe you’re not as dashing as you think.”
“I’m incredibly dashing,” he argued, pointing his chin upwards in that silly, mighty way you always giggled at, “I swept Miss Pennyforth off her feet just moments ago.”
Like an ice cold bucket of water poured right over you. You almost shivered.
“Ah, Miss Pennyforth. Has someone finally captured your wayward attention, Mister Bridgerton?”
You looked up at him and tried not to sniffle or snuffle or anything else that might give you away. He was just looking puzzled.
“What? No, I meant I quite literally swept her off her feet. I got the steps wrong, according to Eloise, who helped me up once she had a hold of her laughter.”
You blinked at him.
“You fell?”
“Into quite the heap. Miss Pennyforth was a good sport about it all but she did end up with a rather unfortunate lemonade stain all down the front of her dress. I think she was a little embarrassed.”
He had the decency to look a little embarrassed himself. There you had been, ready to hurl the contents of your cup at the girl and Benedict had solved your predicament for you. A twinge of guilt tugged at you.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” you said honestly, face overtaken by a wry smirk since Benedict had not sat down singing her praises. Still you had to be sure, “She was looking a very good dancer before I left, I was afraid she might steal away my conversation partner.”
It ended up sounding far more transparent in your intentions than you’d hoped. But you held his eye contact defiantly when he grinned.
“I knew you missed me,” he said, smug, “I took one look at your face and I could see it plain as day. Really, you should have hidden it better.”
“I don’t enjoy these events and you know it, Benedict.”
Back to his first name and by the light in his eyes, he’d noticed the switch. He stood up and held out his arm for you.
“I know. I’m very grateful for it. Now come along, I’ve done my duty to my mother dancing with that girl and now I would like to do my duty to myself.”
You raised an eyebrow at him, not moving a muscle.
“I would like to make fun of the Featheringtons with my most cherished friend. Would you do me the honour?”
Something skipped inside your chest. Light and airy again, no longer weighed down and chained to something churning your stomach. His most cherished friend. Despite the evening’s revelations, that sounded heavenly.
“Is Eloise inside waiting for you then?” you can’t help but tease and he promptly puts his arm back by his side with a huff.
“You are intolerable. I’m going without you.”
“No - wait!” you laughed, following after him gleefully as he turned away from you and started walking. You managed to catch him on the stairs, threading your hand into the crook of his elbow with ease as you did.
The smile he sent you would take at least the next week to contemplate but you had time. You could be a very brilliant 'most cherished friend' for now.
(and you were far more cherished than you knew, of course, but he wasn't quite ready to tell you yet)
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if you'd like to request something of your own, please see this post for characters I write for and two super brief guidelines. thank you for reading, sunflower <3
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I’m not sure if your requests are open or not but I was wondering if I could get a Egon X reader who is smart (not really smart) but smart and one day he’s rambling about fungi and he gets a fact incorrect and reader corrects him and he’s just like
🧍🏻
I love it when you talk science
Idk it popped into my head seems the sorta thing he’d do
i am taking requests! you're my first request and oh my god i love it sm. i'm sorry if the fungi talk is a little minimal or even a bit basic, as i do not know much about it but i am researching a bit, just for you! :) hope you enjoy it!
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Penicillium, Not Penicillin
Egon Spengler x Reader
WARNINGS : none!
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IT WAS NORMAL FOR EGON TO TALK ABOUT his love for fungi. In fact, you loved when he talked about it very much. You learned a lot from the talks that you two have. Sometimes, you even take notes because the things he spills out are so interesting. So when you were at the Firehouse, you were settled in your usual spot in the lab, hearing him talk about another fungus. The famous one most people know. The one that people mixed up.
You're looking back at your notes and you notice something, mainly because you were absent mindedly listening. Maybe it was indeed a mixup, but, when Egon was talking again, you immediately noticed it.
"A lot of people know that penicillin can spread through mostly food, but it can also be found on different fabrics, too," Egon explained.
"Penicillium ..." you mutter, fixing your notes that you have just written down.
Egon turns around from the current activity that he's multitasking on. You look up at him. If you hadn't been so close to him, you wouldn't have noticed the slightly widened eyes that he currently wore behind his glasses.
"Sorry?"
"Penicillium," you repeat, "Not penicillin. Penicillin is the antibiotic that comes from the fungi that I assume that you're talking about. Penicillium is the actual fungi that you're referring to. It's a common misconception. One that I am surprised that you have mixed up."
"Had I? Well, I didn't even notice," Egon told you.
"I know, because you were so invested in it," you say back, "Also, Penicillium can grow in any material that is water - damaged, so if you guys don't clean up after yourselves if you spill things on the floors or anything else that we have that wooden, we will have a penicillium problem. And that may even be more of a problem than New York's ghost problem."
You look back up, waiting for a response from the other scientist. But, he looks at you, seemingly flabbergasted that you even corrected him in the first place.
"Egon?" You ask. You almost get worried, "Earth to Egon ... What are you thinking about in that huge brain of yours?"
He eventually breaks from whatever reality that he's in. You wait for a response. You almost stand up to walk over to him, but you don't, since you see that small little smirk that appears on his face.
"I love it when you talk science," he says to you.
A smile crept up on your face as soon as he said that to you. "I can talk more science," you say. "That is, if you want me to."
Egon then sits down right across from you. You can tell that he's definitely invested in what you have to say now.
"Gladly," he answers.
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“As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face…”
“Save your tears, it'll be okay. All I know is you're here with me…” (“Here with me” by D4vd)
Suffering from ME/CFS makes me feel like my whole world is falling apart in front of my eyes. Since I’ve already lost so much joy and so many abilities due to this devastating disease, my continuing loss seems to increase even further.
As some of you might know, do I love to write my own stories about Severus and Julia just as much as I enjoy using my tumblr blog as some kind of journal, whenever I’ve commissioned another artwork. It’s my way of rolling out a red carpet for the artists of Snapedom…it’s my way of honouring them for their talent in their profession. Commissioning those amazing people and letting them make my ideas and fantasies come to life, is my very own manner of coping with my physical and emotional pain.
And now, this coping mechanism seems to crumble into pieces as well as everything else, that I’ve already lost! It hurts me to admit, that my brain fog takes advantage of my capability to create vivid images with my words. My thoughts are getting blurry and chaotic. I’m struggling to find the right words to express my emotions (it’s even worse in my native language German than in English!!)…and this scares me to hell!
My mind was the only place, where I could find some shelter from my infuriating and terrifying reality of losing myself to ME/CFS. What if I forfeit my only - just barely existing- talent now?? How should I flee this nightmare of existence if writing wouldn’t be an option anymore?! How should I express my gratitude towards all those marvellous artists of Snapedom, who are all weaving my emotional comfort blanket with each piece of their art?!?
I don’t want to give up on my writing…and I won’t…even though my pride would probably fade away with each badly written chapter of my fictions…and with each unworthy post on my blog. I must admit, that I’m already acknowledging the loss of quality. 🥺
I found an inspiring poem about the importance of staying resilient, no matter how difficult the hardships of life might become, and I want to share it with you:
"KEEP GOING" (Better known as "DON'T QUIT") by Edgar A. Guest
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and debts are high, And you want to smile but have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but DON'T YOU QUIT!
Life is queer with its twists and turns, As everyone of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won if he'd stuck it out, Don't give up though the pace seems slow, You might succeed with another blow.
Often the struggler has given up, When he might captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down, How close he was to the golden crown,
Success is failure turned inside out, The silver tint on clouds of doubt, And you never can tell how close you are, It may be near when it seems afar,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
My dear @mmad-lover, I can’t stress enough how grateful I am for your dedication to this stunning piece of art and believe me, it was worth every single second of waiting! Paula, I was incredibly touched to hear, that my request seemed to be something special, something personal to you. I can assure you, that, indeed, all of my ideas have a profound meaning to me and I’m glad that you’re such an empathetic person, who sensed that particular importance of your art to me. Your devotion to this drawing is palpable in every single detail, every line of your brushes. You created exactly the mood, that I wished for Severus and Julia. It doesn’t matter that the world is burning to the ground around them, they will always have each other’s backs! Just like I’m relying on Severus for more than 21 years now. Thank you for everything, you precious soul! I’m glad that I met you and I hope, we’ll stay in touch. 🥹
🖤Severus & Julia🖤
🖤Sevy & Jules🖤
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Star River Descending
----- Star River Descending
|| Rez Zotto [NIJISANJI EN] Birthday Fiction
Summary : In the dark outer space, there is a spill of stars that forms a flowing river in the sky. This silvery stream of stars will look more radiant and beautiful on the alien prince's birthday. But this year was different, for among this stream of countless shining stars, two stars could finally align.
WC : 2620 Words.
Warning : Grammar errors, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes), alien! reader, aide! reader, hints of lore, MLQC references, WMMAP references, etc.
Featured Characters : ILUNA members.
Disclaimer : Everything written here is FICTITIOUS. This story is written in second-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.
A/N : I keep questioning myself, can I write my birthday fictions on time? This is the fastest I can post. Anyway, happy birthday Ren! Please eat some cakes!
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"I heard there’s a new student in Kyo's and Mari's class." The Celestial One started the topic of gossip as soon as he entered Ren and Scarle's class with Aia.
As soon as the lunch break bell rang, the Moon Gang always gathered at the one place they agreed upon beforehand. That day, everyone agreed to gather in Ren and Scarle's class. Aster immediately turned around a chair and sat himself facing Ren while Aia stood beside him.
"Really?" Aia seemed to think, trying to remember where she heard that rumor before. “Hold on. Are they the alien-kind walking with the principal this morning?”
"Yeah, they’re the one. We saw them passing by our class with the principal today, right?” Aster confirmed Aia's statement.
Scarla who had just finished talking with her classmates also joined in the conversation. “Ah, yes. I heard about them too,” she chuckled.
As Aster, Aia, and Scarle discussed the new student, confusion was painted on Ren's face. He sat in front of Aster in silence, trying to work his brain. “What? New student? How come I'm just hearing this now?? And they’re an alien?" Ren asked in confusion.
"You don't know, Ren?" Aster was also confused. "I thought you'd know, since they’re an alien."
"No, this is a news to me."
“Ren might know them,” Scarle leaned against the frame of the window. "But for now, he might had no idea about who they are. I'll ask Kyo to bring them to us.” The enchantress distanced herself a bit from the others. She couldn't take the risk if her magic to hit her friends. She raised her staff and practiced magic to send a telepathic message to Kyo.
From the very beginning, Ren had indeed felt something strange. He had a hunch, but he still doubted it. There's no way an ordinary alien could do space-traveling. If so, what was their purpose? Were they targeting Ren? If they were indeed targeting Ren, where did this alien get information about Ren's whereabouts. Ren himself told very few people about his departure when he left his home planet.
However, something suddenly clicked inside of him, taking him by surprise. “Don’t tell me…” he mumbled. Not wanting to think about it, Ren faced the Celestial One. “Aster, you seriously can't identify her life essence? You're literally the one and only celestial being here."
"Nope, I can't. I'm sorry." Aster rejected the frustrated Ren without hesitation. “This alien really has the ability to disguise their life essence.”
Ren fell silent. Aster's statement made his doubts begin to fade. Now he was more and more sure about who this alien student is. “Disguise their life essence, huh?”
“What, you have any idea who this person is?” Aster asked the alien prince.
Meanwhile, Ren was just massaging his temples because of the sudden migraine he felt from too much thinking. "Just tell Kyo and Mari to bring them here first."
“My liege…”
Shortly after you said it, one of the friends you know from your class today, namely Kyo, suddenly bursted out laughing—again. You could see Kyo already hugging his aching stomach from laughing too much. Hearing that uncontrollable laugh, Ren glared at Kyo.
As soon as you arrived at the doorway of Ren and Scarle's class, you immediately froze. Your heart beat so fast, seeing the figure you've been longing for. Of course, the whole sentence suddenly trapped in your throat. The only thing you could say was the honorific you used to address him.
“Just Ren will do here, [Y/N],” the alien prince sighed. “We’re not on our home planet. In this institute, I'm just one among many students. I'm not a prince here, and you're not my aide either."
Those words certainly surprised you. You never once dreamed of calling him by his own name. “H-huh? Celestial Ones forbid!” You waved your hands in front of you, shook your head in denial.
"Who says?"
“Wha—?!” You turned to the bicolor-eyed man only to felt he was pressuring you with an extremely heavy aura. The man named Aster resonated his celestial power to you. It felt like a mountain crushing on you. Your body shook violently and your breathed heavily. You could only freeze in fear.
“Aster, quit it. You scared them.” With a serious tone, Ren asked Aster to release his celestial power resonance from you.
Aster could only laughed lightly, "Haha, my bad."
You immediately crumpled the light-colored uniform you were wearing and took a deep breath to fill your lungs with air. If you were not trained enough for that sort of thing, you've already fallen to the floor. Luckily, your legs were still strong enough to support your body. Moreover, Maria was also by your side and hugged your hand as Aster was pressuring his power on you. The sweet living doll asked if you were okay, making sure you weren’t hurt.
“But Ren is right,” Aster continued, a sweet smile touching his lips. Seeing his smile, you suddenly forgot about that terrifying celestial being that just had you rooted to the spot. "We're equal here. Just be at ease and casual with each other.”
"Come on, [Y/N], try it." Kyo pushed you lightly. "Or I'll laugh every time I heard you addressing him with as 'my liege.'"
You were silent for a moment, hesitant to address Ren without his honorific. But when your eyes made contact with his blue ones, you found him nodding at you and smiling, reassuring you that he has allowed it and that you may call him by his name. “R-Ren…” And you ended up stuttering.
Ren smiled proudly at you again. He nodded, satisfied with the way you addressed him. "Yeah, [Y/N]?" Ren answered, slightly teasing you.
You shook your head a little too quickly. “That feels so wrong,” you honestly murmured.
"You have to get used to it."
"I understand."
For some times, you spent your lunch break with the others in that third year’s classroom. You met and chatted with others, with the people who have accompanied Ren on this foreign planet for a quite long time.
Since you've become acquainted with Kyo and Maria, those two have been the ones to introduce you to the others. Scarle was giving you a big sister vibe while Aia was so fun to hang out with. Meanwhile, realizing the effect of what he did earlier, Aster approached you slowly so you wouldn't be scared of him and make you uncomfortable. What he did earlier really scared you. No one in outer space dared to oppose a being with celestial powers like Aster.
"So you're Ren's aide?" Aia asked, bringing a new topic for the group.
And you could only nod. “Yes, I am.”
"Wow, I can't believe an idiot like him has such an important person by his side."
“Bro, that's the reason why I laughed when they called him, 'my liege.'” Kyo pulled a chair to sit next to Aia.
You laughed lightly, "That's because he's the important one here."
Ren, who had been watching from behind, approached the circle of conversation. He stood behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, making you look up at him. "Now the real question. What are you doing here? Why are you here?" Ren interrogated you a bit. “I assume there is something urgent if you come all the way here. Did something happen after I left?”
Seeing Ren's worried face, you immediately felt guilty for coming suddenly and not explaining the reason for your visit. “Ah, no. It's important, yes, but it's not urgent, so don't worry," you explained.
"So...everything is fine?"
You nodded.
Ren sighed in relief, "Thank goodness."
"What if they just missed you, Ren?" Scarle suddenly blurted out an unexpected question, making you and Ren choke on you guys’ own saliva. Heat started to creep to your cheeks, blushing. “You're so insensitive,” the 3rd year girl laughed.
Ren made your blushes worse by asking, “Oh, were you?”
You didn’t know how to react. You were flustered. You turned your gaze to Scarle and shot her a glare.
You swallowed your saliva, daring yourself to voice a request to Ren. "Can we talk about this in a more private place, just the two of us?"
Ignoring the cheers on the background, Ren smiled and replied, "Sure."
The sound of birds chirping sounded melodious along with the sounds of tree leaves against each other, giving you comfort. You and Ren took a walk in Institute of the Mystic’s garden. In your hands, you carried a paper bag that you have brought with you. Previously, you asked Ren to let you go back to your class first to pick something up on the way to the garden.
Because it was quite a hot day, you and Ren decided to stop at a gazebo in the garden to take shelter from the scorching sunlight. Ren leaned against the fence of the gazebo. "Now, we're alone."
You stood in front of him, both hands still holding the paper bag.
“What are you doing here all of a sudden? Did you really miss me like what Scarle said?” he asked, lowkey interrogating you.
“O-one of the reasons is that, yes,” you stuttered, shades of pinks reappearing.
But apparently, Ren was much more surprised than you. “Oh,” he shortly responded.
You didn't expect to get a short response like that. You looked up to see him. "What's wrong?" you asked innocently.
“N-nothing…” Now, it was his turn to blush. He raised his hand to cover half of his face. "And the other reasons?" he asked, still hiding his blush.
You didn't buy it and took a step closer to him. "My liege, are you sure you're okay? Your face is red.”
"I told you, it's nothing." Ren slightly raised his voice. "Moreover, why are you answering my question with another question?"
"Ah, I'm sorry." Not wanting to angering him more, you stepped back. "I deeply apologize, Prince."
"It's fine," Ren sighed, managing to regain his composure. "And stop calling me with my honorifics, will you?"
Realizing your mistake, you nodded. "Alright Ren."
"That's more like it. Now, back to the question again, why are you here?”
Before you answered, you were silent for a moment. "It's... almost your birthday, so the Star River must be so much more beautiful than usual," you answered his question with the truth. You lifted your gaze to his eyes and confirmed, "That's the real reason why I'm here."
Ren fell silent for a moment. Surprised, confused, touched, and many other feelings mixed together. "What...?”
“I scoped a bit of the stars streams and put it in a clear jar. I intended to gift this to you.” You lifted the paper bag you had been carrying and handed it to him. “I think it would be a shame if you missed this year’s Star River scene. I don't want our annual ritual of watching the Star River on your birthday to suddenly be cut off.”
The alien boy was speechless. You, taking some streams of stars from the Star River and put in a jar, just so he can witness it this year too? You're crazy, was what Ren thought. However, he still accepted the paper bag that you previously handed him.
Ren opened the paper bag and took out its contents. He held up a jar filled with twinkling silver stars. Despite the fact that there weren't many of them and the light of day still illumined the world, the radiance in the jar gave off a light so bright that Ren had to slightly squint his eyes.
The jar filled with stars streams was like a mini version of the real treacherous river spilling on the dark outer space. Ren was stunned as if he fell in love for the first time again, no matter how many times he saw it … Just like when he was with you.
“Wow…” was the only word he could utter, blue eyes still on the shining stars inside the jar.
Without realizing it, tears started welling up and falling down his cheeks. You were surprised. “Ren!” You took a step to him, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurt by the sudden burning or electrocution of the stars inside the jar.
How long had he been away from his home planet that he had almost forgotten the beautiful scenery of the Star River, a view that no other planet or galaxy had. Longing suddenly washed over his heart and mind, making him cry without he realizing it.
“Ah, I'm sorry…” Ren mumbled, hastily wiped his tears. "I-I bet this will look prettier in the dark." Ren who tried to divert the topic failed because he couldn't stop his cries. "Hells, why am I like this?"
You who then understood his feelings smiled softly. The figure of the so-called deadly, cold-hearted Alien Prince who is feared by many entities on the vast never-ending space was now crying in front of you, lowering his guard recklessly.
“Oh, Ren…” you cooed, taking a step forward to him. You helped him wipe the tears as you could only smile, hearing him sob. “It's been a while since the last time I saw my beloved prince cry. This humble aide of yours forget. Was it when you were a child and fell into the Mist Pools on the Western Star?”
“Shut up,” he cracked, trying to stop you from snitching on him.
That was another story. Something suddenly caught your attention when you wiped Ren's tears. “So pretty…” you mumbled to yourself, but Ren could still hear you. You stared deep into his teary diamond orbs. You gently stroked his cheeks, while Ren cupped one of your hands. "I can see the Star River reflected in your eyes when you're crying."
“Now I know the reason why you were born when Star River was at its brightest,” you continued. "You and river resonate with each other."
“[Y/N], next year…” Ren's grip on your hand suddenly tightened, but it didn't hurt you, instead it felt comforting. "Next year, let's watch the Star River again together, just the two of us, on my birthday. I won't miss it again.”
You nodded and smiled softly at him. "Of course, we will definitely do that. But for now, I want to enjoy your birthday here with you, Ren, with the people you met on this very earth.”
Ren pulled you into his arms. “Thank you … Thank you so much,” he whispered to your ear shakily. "You gave me the most beautiful gift I could ever ask."
In his arms, you muttered, "I should be the one who thank you, my liege," you once again called him with his honorific. “Thank you for being as you are. Happy birthday.”
The lights of the stars in the jar you gave Ren radiate so far it could be seen from Ren's and Scarle's class where the others were still there. Unbeknownst to the two aliens, Aster leaned against and gazed out the window, watching them seriously.
He witnessed everything, from the first time you and Ren stepped your foot into the institute’s garden to the moment Ren pulled you into his arms. “Interesting. Ren can cry too apparently," he chuckled.
“Aster…?” Scarle asked, noticing Aster's gaze out the window. "What's wrong?"
As a celestial being who had lived for a million of years, he had witnessed countless stars collide. Some must collide and even destroy each other. However, there are some who manage to align perfectly and unite.
Aster smirked, but his gaze was very gentle. “Nothing,” he answered Scarle's question. “And the stars do align. Finally.” -----[FIN].
Star River Descending
Fiction by Author Xandra
March, 2023
#xandraspalace_arc#xandraspalace#nijisanji#nijisanji x reader#nijisanji en#nijisanji en x reader#ren zotto#ren zotto x reader#iluna#iluna x reader
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I am Kind not Complacent Chpt 5
Hello! Here is Chpt 5! warnings: some mention of overstimulation and comfort through panic attack.
Chpt 5: 3K
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Heimdall x fem!reader (they're both kids rn)
multi chapter
hope you enjoy it! and thank you to @engardeitsme as usualllll love you buddy, thank you for your support!
thank you to @lunaryasha, @nokolla as well for reading!💜💜💜
A/N: also sorry for the typos it's very late lol
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“Is there a single thought going on in your head?”
Heimdall had asked the question at least three times now and the girl was starting to lose her patience, twiddling her thumbs as Heimdall glared at her. The discomfort of letting the boy try to have free range of her mind made her uncomfortable, no matter how many times they had done it now. And his lack of empathy, taking her time, running through her head, only to blame her? He really was a weasel.
“Certainly,” she spoke stiffly, breathing through her nose. “I’m just not focusing on any particular thought. Which is the point of the exercise in case you forgot.” She watched as his eyes squinted and snorted, poking at his furrowed brows.” also, I don’t think you’re supposed to make it this obvious that you are running through people’s heads.” Heimdall’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment as he batted the girl’s hand away.
“I’m working on it, ok?” He muttered, trying to relax his features as he continued to pick through her thoughts. It was a jumbled mess of things, like muttering getting louder and quieter, with just a few words popping out at him. He could tell she was getting frustrated with him, an angry rumbling in the undertow of her musings. Nothing to give him coherent information. It didn’t help that anything he was able to grab onto was interrupted by the thoughts of people all the way on the other side of the lodge. One moment, he could hear Yn’s thoughts start to get louder, and the next it was some trivial rubbish of a maid doing chores, or the fighters sparing outside, horses in the stable, or his damn brother, Thor, snoring. Heimdall growled and threw his head back, rubbing his temples with his palms.
“It’s still too loud!” the girl sighed at this, pulling a leg up to her chest while the other dangled over her chair.
“We’ve already moved three times, Weasel. I think this is as quiet as it’s going to get for us.”
“I know, which is why I feel even more pissed off!” he bolted from his seat, pacing around the room. “We’ve been at this for weeks and all I can hear is gibberish and your surface-level musings! It’s ridiculous. Do you have ‘any’ thoughts in that walnut you call a brain?!” the girl frowned, turning her head away. In the thoughts that thrummed threw her into Heimdall's ears he only heard: ‘...I…..Heimdall……idiot….’
“Excuse me?” he frowned, turning to her. She looked at him confused.
“What?”
“All I heard was my name and the word idiot!” the girl raised a brow, knowing she had more to her thought. She was tired of being treated like an idiot. Still, she decided to smirk and held her hands up in defeat.
“Well look at that, it seems I do have some thoughts in this walnut.” she snorted as the boy crossed his arms, trying to hear more insults.
“Also, I don't know if it’s occurred to you,” she leaned back in her chair, “ but I’m not enjoying you clumsily poking around my head either for weeks on end. So forgive me for trying to keep some things private.”
They indeed had been meeting for weeks now, after supper in Heimdall’s room. Only to migrate through different parts of the lodge when it got too loud for him to concentrate. The first few lessons had gone well, but the two thought this was merely due to Yn concentrating on a single thought for Heimdall to listen to. This obviously would not be the case when he had to find out information from people against their will, so the girl suggested they move on to Heimdall trying to read her free-roaming thoughts. This proved to be much more difficult and only seemed to get worse the more he strained to listen, instead being overflowed with noises and thoughts far from where they were. The girl also didn’t enjoy the next level of mind reading, flushing when Heimdall would point out thoughts she didn’t even know she had. It was all very invasive.
“We are getting nowhere,” Heimdall growled under his breath, flopping back into his chair across from the girl. He sighed and looked up at her, arms crossed. “Why is it that I can hear you perfectly fine sometimes and the next, there is nothing but mumbling?” the girl relaxed her shoulders, sensing the boy’s frustration.
“Well,” she started, her hands folding over her raised leg, “I want to try to hide things in those moments. I don’t like having you up here,” she pointed to the space between her brows, “but if I focus on what I want you to hear, you seem to have an easier time with it.” Heimdall sighed, rubbing his face in frustration.
“I need to be able to look at everything no matter if you want it hidden or not.” The girl frowned, not liking the idea of the boy with that kind of power. She sighed, however, remembering their agreement.
“Do you think you may be siking yourself out?” he just looked at her, a confused pull at his brows. She continued, standing up to pace as she spoke, “What I mean is, when it’s based on instinct like the first time we fought, or when you could hear me on the wall…it was like a survival instinct. You knew automatically what to do.”
“I guess,” he frowned, crossing his arms, “but it’s not completely quiet, it’s just a mess. Like thousands of people talking over each other. And I can’t tell what’s your thoughts, other’s thoughts, or outside actions. But when I concentrate I get closer to honing in on just your sounds.” the girl nodded in agreement, a hand on her chin as she stopped in front of the window, the afternoon breeze flowing through and the sunset light shining over the horizon, covered by the wall. She hummed as she got an idea, and because it was louder than the rest, Heimdall could catch wind of some of it. “What about the wall?” He asked, looking at her over the back of his chair. She smiled and turned to him, and his face fell as he heard the rest of the plan racing through his head.
“Oh, no. No no no. we are not going back out there. The All-Father is already suspicious.”
“We’ll go in the dead of night!” she said with an excited smile, getting closer to him.
“You’re crazy!”
“Does anything come out of your mouth except insults?” she huffed, hands on her hips.
“ For you?” he asked with a sarcastic smirk, “Never.” she ignored the boy, grabbing her things.
“It’ll be an experiment.”
“I’m not an experiment.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He huffed. Though he couldn’t hear what she was thinking, he could tell her thoughts were running a mile a minute. And he didn’t like her tone.
“I’m not going.” he stood firm, and though he didn’t show it on his face, Yn had started to be able to tell when he was growing anxious. And right now, he stunk of nerves. The girl sighed, slowing her movements, and faced Heimdall.
“Fine then. We don’t have to go,” she reassured him and felt the tension ease slightly. She smiled, “We’ll stop for today.”
He hated her ability to ease him. And that no matter how much he tried to control his emotions, he couldn’t resist the calm she gave him. He knew it was from her powers, and it terrified him. He should not be able to be so easily influenced. He reasoned to himself, that he was building a tolerance to her powers, and soon it wouldn’t work on him. She was just a stepping stone. That’s all this was.
With a wave of her hand, she was out of the room, spouting about how he could knock when he couldn’t sleep before shutting the door. Like he would ever in a million years, go crawling-
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There Heimdall stood. Ridged in front of Yn’s door. Cold sweat beaded at his temple, and he held in sobs, biting his lip till it threatened to bleed. His hands gripped at the bottom of his shirt and he trembled in front of the girl’s door. He hated it. Hated waking up to the sound of phantoms in his head, endless mumblings rattling through his mind like an echoing hall. He hated not being able to quiet them, the power they had over him. He hated the fear that seeped into his bones from the sounds in his head, and the consequences of being caught for being unable to deal with them on his own.
But most of all, he hated that what he had found was finally able to quiet his mind was snoring softly on the other side of the door in front of him, without a care in the world. That he was supposed to be learning information on this girl, and nothing more. He was the god of foresight. A gift bestowed on him. And he was using this girl, a stranger, a possible enemy, to calm himself. And she let him. It all made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t know were possible.
Still, despite how he wanted to run back to his room. Simply will the sounds to stop. To be able to understand the girl’s intentions and report them to the All-Father so she could finally be out of his hair. Despite all of it:
There he stood, trembling, willing his voice to whimper just a bit quieter. She left the door unlocked. She had started doing so so he wouldn’t have to knock and make extra noise. Her kindness frustrated him. He had never experienced anything like it before. He thought it must have meant she wanted something from him, and he would die before he gave it to her.
Heimdall’s fist wrapped around the door handle, and he swallowed as he twisted, pushing the door open. Yn stirred, waking to the sound of her door opening. She rubbed her eyes and watched as the boy slowly walked in, shutting the door as quietly as possible behind him before collapsing to the floor, letting his sobs rasp out of him, biting his arm to stay quiet. Without a second thought, Yn’s voice filled the room with soft music, and she quickly got out of bed, her little feet padding over with a blanket in tow, falling to her knees in front of him and pulling his head to rest against hers.
He hated how his chest already felt lighter. How warm she felt against his cold sweaty head. How she paid no mind to his heaving and trembling, ignoring what he knew she thought was a pathetic display. No matter how many times she would reassure him, he told himself he knew she looked down on him. It felt disgusting. And over everything else, he hated that she made him feel at peace.
They stayed like that, a crumpled mess on the floor, as Yn’s voice thrummed through Heimdall’s chest and calmed his heartbeat, quieted his sobs, and ceased his trembling. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and when she felt them start to still, she pulled away, the song still chiming from her mind into his. She took the boy's hands, easing him to stand, and brought him to her bed.
“Here, sit down, okay?” She sat on the bed, her back against the wall, and pulled him to the spot next to her. He was too weak to protest, leaning his head back against the wall once he was sat, and just took in the song and silence. No matter how many times he came to the girl’s room, the relief he felt was still overwhelming in its own way. They stayed like that for a while, just like they do every night he came to her room. Sometimes she would read, her voice soothing him back to sleep. Sometimes she talked about what she learned with Mimir, not expecting any answer as Heimdall let her silly little thoughts be the only mumbling he could hear. But for some reason, tonight, as she spoke just above a whisper for him, trailing off about her home and how she would crawl up into the trees to sleep there when she had a nightmare, he responded.
“Why did you crawl into the trees?” He asked, his voice raspy for strangling down his tears. He felt Yn stiffen for a moment, then shift to look at him. He didn’t look back, leaving her to sit in his question for a moment before she smiled, looking away from him again.
“Because I was afraid of getting eaten. Do you know what a drekki is?” Heimdall barely nodded, peering to look at her.
“Big lizard… lots of teeth…”
“Well,” she started, “I had this nightmare all the time, of a drekki swallowing me up while I slept, and staying alive in its belly.”
“That’s disgusting” Heimdall’s nose crinkled, feeling a shiver go down his spine. The girl giggled and nodded in agreement.
“I know. So I would sleep in the trees and tell myself an aching back was better than living in a drekki. Even here, I still get nightmares sometimes, and I want to sleep on the roof!” she smiled sheepishly, and Heimdall felt a small lopsided smirk pull at the side of his cheek despite his best efforts. Perhaps worst of all, he found himself caring less and less. Letting himself continue to ask questions, and even started to answer some of hers.
“Why do you not tell anyone about this?” She spoke softly, turning to look at him.
“Because I’m a god,” He didn’t hesitate at the question, answering as though it were simply a fact of life. “I am the Scion of the Aesir, given the gift of foresight by the All-Father.” a look of pride shined in his pink eyes, but it soon left as he looked at the clock ticking on Yn’s bedside table. “... If I cannot handle this gift,... I am unworthy. I am a failure.” he turned to look at the girl desperately. “ no one can know. You especially. You make me weak.”
“Resting is not weakness.” Heimdall frowned, shaking his head at her.
“I’m meant to be a soldier.”
“You’re a kid, Heimdall. We both are.”
He snorted, turning away from her.
“You don’t get it.” he mumbled, “you don’t have a home to protect, or a family to make proud.”
There was silence, the music had stopped, and Heimdall heard the rising speed and weight of the girl’s heart pounding against her ribs. He turned to her again, seeing her face contort, her breathing got uneven and she curled a bit into herself. Despite this, however, she turned at Heimdall, a sad smile tugging at her cheeks.
“That was pretty messed up, Weasel.” her voice cracked slightly, and she turned to look away, stifling a sniffle and whipping a tear from under her eye. Heimdall felt an ache twist in his chest. He felt guilty, without her powers to influence her.
“I’m sorry,” he spoke without thinking. She scoffed.
“No, it’s fine. But so were are both clear, I did have a home, and a family” Her voice grew cold and it made the boy want to shiver like she breathed ice in his face. “I watched it all burn to the ground.” her voice didn’t waver, but her hands shook. “And then I picked up the pieces and made myself something I could live with. Now I’m here. Away from everything I know and no one in Vanaheim will even mourn me. Because everyone who knew me is dead.” her voice rattled like dice at the end, and she stifled a sob, turning away from him.
“ I didn’t-” his voice was faster than his thoughts, “I didn’t mean to make you upset. I was just-” he tripped over his tongue, “ I didn’t mean to hurt you, I am sorry.” his own voice was weak and he was unsure why, “ I just-” he breathed out, “I hate it.”
She turned to look at him, tears silently trickling down her face. It was only fair he comforted her in return. That’s what he told himself as he dabbed them away with his sleeve.
“You hate what?” she asked in a cracked whisper, not pulling away from him. He swallowed before admitting for the first time both aloud and to himself:
“I hate the weight of it…I wish I was alone…I wish,” his voice trailed off. And though he didn’t finish his thought, Yn somehow knew what he meant, and sighed, sniffling quietly. He swallowed, looking down at his knees, “I didn’t know that’s what happened…”
“ No, you don’t…” she mumbled, shaking her head. “ because being alone for years is not worth the peace of solitude. I promise it’s not.” she glared at him weakly, “and maybe you should have read a little deeper before trying to use my past as ammunition.” Heimdall frowned, placing a careful hand on the girl’s shoulder.
“I really am sorry…” He spoke, fully aware of his words this time. Yn sniffled and looked at him for a moment before she smiled, weakly.
“I’ll think about accepting it. You sound honest enough.” she teased and he couldn’t stop his smile. “Hey,” she nudged him, “you’re being nice. Without me.” she shrugged, “Sort of.” he chuckled slightly and nodded.
“ I guess I want to be a little bit nicer to you…” he shrugged back, “sort of.”
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𝔐𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔅𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰
Part 2: 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢
INFJ x ENTP
(Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢)
(Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢)
(Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢)
Tags: f!INFJ, m!ENTP, ft. m!ENTJ, ENTJ is an asshole in this one (sorry to all my ENTJ who are not machiavellian tyrants <3 love you all), lovers to enemies (kinda), fluff, fluff and angst back to back, kingdom setting, there’s an insurgence, kind of historical fiction (…I think? I’m not sure how this genre is called), angst, betrayal, mentions of torture, mentions of murder, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of war, curse words are used, I’m bad at tagging, I don’t know what else to add, please tell me if I should add anything else.
Word count: 3.9k
Summary: Between the memories of what had once been and what now was, INFJ struggles to decide what had been and now was real. ENTP now struggles, due to his own doings, to get the one he cares about out of danger.
A/N: My brain literally went full 'emotional roller coaster' in this one. A fun ride indeed *said the author while staring at the emotional whiplash she gave to her own characters*. Anyways, feedback is always welcomed. This is my first published story (go to a/n of part 1 to see how I ended with this) so I know I have a lot of work to do and there's a lot of space for growth. Still, I hope whoever ends up reading this enjoys it ~
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“I won’t hurt you”
INFJ and ENTP had been discussing about what seemed to be ENTJ’s ‘Plan of Expansion’.
The man was mad… but he was also a genius strategist. He had been sending troops to other nations through the most unlikely paths without their rulers knoweledge, bribing just the right lords and generals to hide them and keep them fed and safe, while promising them power once he had managed to taken control of their government. At the rate he was doing such stuff, the first three nations could have fallen to him in less than a year- had it not been for the constant troubles the insurgent group kept causing him.
INFJ's chest puffed slightly with pride at the fact that she had been an especially bothersome rock in the king's shoe.
They were in a far corner of the castle’s library, laying on the ground to remain as hidden from view as possible, while reviewing the maps and marks that one of his 'majesty's' generals had sloppily placed in the right place for her to take. It would have been almost worrisome how good she had become at thieving had her circumstances been any different.
She had been infiltrated in the castle for a year and ten months at this point. At first she managed to become a governess for the two lovely kids of one of ENTJ's trusted group of people, then she had slowly but steadily slided her way into gaining the trust and-she would dare to say- even some kind of affection of several relevant figures without attracting too much attention to herself.
She had known ENTP for four months now, after he joined the insurgence. And she had started to sneak him into the castle with her for one.
At first she was reluctant to bring him with her. She knew this was dangerous and the more he knew, the more he got involved, the greater the danger she was putting him in. She sometimes even regretted telling him about her “little” secret, afraid that someday she might be the cause of something terrible happening to him.
But he was actually very smart, gave her different perspectives when she got too stuck on her own, and pointed out details that she might have completely overlooked otherwise. He was useful-
“This is getting boring as hell”
-at least when he was in the mood to be.
INFJ snorted “Sorry that studying this crucial information that could influence the result of, I don't know, our country's maybe even our whole continent's fate, while running the risk of being discovered and quite likely executed, is too 'boring' for you.” she retorted sarcastically.
ENTP sighed dramatically, pushing away the maps and going from sitting to completely laying on the floor “Ah, yes, … so boring. We should study something else.”
Despite the seriousness of their work she couldn’t help but smile when he did this. Taking advantage of the interruprion, she got up to stretch her limbs.
She had to admit to herself that she did not only brought him because of his usefulness, but also because she enjoyed his company. The kind of life she was currentely living was a lonely one- she could not stay for long or be seen too much around those she cared about, not even with the other members of the insurgence, or she could put them and her mission at risk. All of her connections with the people within the castle, even those that she actually liked, were not any better- they were literally built upon lies. The realest relationships she had had in most of her time since her role as an informant started were those with the kids under her care as a governess. But despite the genuine fondness between her and her little students, they were still just kids; she enjoyed talking with them but there was still so much she couldn't converse with them about, not even whithout taking in consideration her current double-life.
It had been more than a year and a half of living isolated while still being surrounded by people. At first she hadn’t mind the solitude- she had always been somewhat of the type to lean into it; but loneliness, especially the type that sticks when you are not actually physically separated from others, could wear down even the most independent hermit, if given enough time.
Nevertheless, it was for the greater good; she could deal with a lonely existence if it meant that those she loved would remain safe, as well as her mission.
Then this dumbass refused to let her push him away so persistently that she eventually gave in. And it had been the best thing that had happened to her in so long.
ENTP was someone who gave her a break from her intense reality. Someone she could rely on. Someone she could freely be herself with. A true friend.
Refusing to lay again on the hard floor just yet, she prefered to lay against the wall to give her sore legs a slightly longer break. Attempting to sound done with ENTP, she looked to the sky as if asking for patience, and sighed “Fine. As long as you don’t go to far, and don’t risk being seen you have my permission to go study whatever you want.”
After a short pause he replied “…Whatever I want, you say?” She looked down towards him, and the moment she saw that mischivious grin spreading across his face, she knew she should not have said that.
At first she expected him to bolt away to do something stupid- he apparentely had the tendency to do just that and it drove her nuts- but instead he jumped to his feet at once and bolted towards her. It happened so fast that she barely had any time to react. In seconds she was caged by him against the wall. “why- What the hell are you doing?!” she exclaimed stunned.
He playfully took a finger to his lips “Shh, we must be quiet, remember?” he laughed softly, apparentely finding her bewilderment amusing. “You told me I had your permission to study anything I wanted.” ENTP explained, though it wasn’t of much help.
Trying to mask with annoyance how flustered she felt at the sudden proximity in a way that wouldn’t get them discovered, she yelled at him as loudly as whispering allowed her to “Yes you idiot! And so?!”
ENTP took a few seconds before answering her. “I wanted to study you,” He whispered back calmly, staring down intently at her; “idiot.” he added after another pause.
She was taken aback. INFJ was not a fool, she knew this guy infront of her was, and had always been, a flirt. When she had first met him she had mentally marked him as a ‘Casanova’; not without foundation though- he had tried to seduce her multiple times, as well as several other women from the group; and once she got to know him better she became convinced that he would hit on a wall if he could. Even after they had become close, he constantly would flirt with her playfully; it got to the point were she became so used to it that she started answering back, leading into a flirty banter between the two.
Nonetheless, lately something felt differentely. She wasn’t sure exactly what but he seemed to look at her a little more intensely, his touched seemed to linger on a little longer, his words seemed to be a little more honest- It was as if she was becoming something more for him.
But INFJ refused to acknowledge all of that… because she was scared it had to do less with a change in him, and more with a change in her.
Because the truth was that the lines had began to blurr for her. She knew she liked what they had, but somewhere along the way she had lost where him-as-a-friend ended and him-as-more-than-that began. And she was not ready to confront that just yet. Nor she was ready to confront its implications.
Because the other truth was that, in the perfect scenario where he liked her back as much and wanted something beyond their friendship- it could not end well. She was a crucial part of a rebellion; a rebellion that was leading towards a war. Her life was always on the line, just like the life of everyone she cared about. And even if they could get away with this,- her sneaking him into her missions, sharing this sort of friendship or companionship- they would not get away with what followed. INFJ would not leave once this mission was over,- if she managed to survived it- she would fight on the war as long as it would last. She was too invested on all of this to not put herself at risk if it meant that she would be contributing towards the future they were fighting for. ENTP, on the other hand, was not as involved in everything as she was. He could still turn around and make himself a peaceful life outside of it all if he wished to.
Putting someone through the sufferings and, quite probably, the loss of being in a relationship with her... she was not selfish enough to do so.
Except that perhaps in this instance, where she could feel the warmth radiating from him and her heart was loud enough to silence every voice of reason in her head- she might be. By this moment she should have already answered to his comment with a witty retaliation, pushed him aside, and continue with her work. But she didn’t. Instead she breathed in deeply, conscious of their closeness, unsure of whether she wanted him to back off or get just a little closer.
After the lack of answer from INFJ, ENTP’s gaze turned into something she couldn’t quite read. “May I?” He asked softly, while asking for permission to touch her face.
She nodded.
He broke their eye contact as he first placed his hand gently on her right cheek, looking at that same place. He carassed her faced, his eyes following the moves of his hand all the way. He carefully let go of it to tug the hair that was covering her face behind her ears. After that, he slowly ran the outline of her ear with the tip of his thumb, sending subtle shivers down her spine. He procceeded to do the same ritual on the other side of her face, while holding her head in place with the first hand, and she confirmed that she was definetely an idiot, as she leaned towards his touch against her better judgement. ENTP had never touched her face as far as she could remember, let alone touch her like this; she doubted anyone had ever touched her in that way before. And she knew that the wise thing was to pull away, she knew it- but she simply closed her eyes instead, savoring the feeling, mentally damning herself. Once he had finished this second route, his thumb traveled towards her jaw, drawing its outline in the same form, until he placed his hand carefully at her chin. She opened her eyes.
INFJ knew he could hear her heartbeat at this point, as well as he could feel the waves of warmth that had traveled to her face the moment he had declared he wanted to study her. At this point there was no denying that this was not one of their usual silly games. He had to know by now that this was deeper than that. So she wondered how much of this was him taking an opportunity at enticing another woman the way he knew he could, and how much this was him taking an opportunity at enticing her because he wanted it to be her.
His hand still on her chin, he exhaled, right before lifting his eyes towards her lips. She parted them almost unconsciously. ENTP’s eyes left her lips to look directly into her own, right before leaning in-
At that second the sharp sound of the doors of the library opening made her gasp in surprise. Just as quickly ENTP’s hand placed itself on her mouth, while he attempted to take a glimpse of whomever had just entered. They heard steps approaching them, and INFJ feared that their carelessness might be the cause of their doom. A single governess being found in a compromising position with a man she sneaked into the castle, at night, while alone... she could bullshit her way out of it, probably. The confidential maps that she had no reason to even know about as well as the compromising notes spreaded accross the floor...? Yeah, she doubted that even her best lying skills would get her out of that.
As the steps got louder, ENTP pushed her deeper against the wall. She tensed. Whether he noticed or not she did not know, as his eyes remained focused on the origin of the steps.
Luckily for them, in a matter of seconds the person left, closing the doors as loudly as they had opened them. Only then did ENTP relaxed and turned back to face her. She remained tense; too many strong emotions too suddenly- and ENTP remained too close.
He seemed to notice just that, so he took a small step back, “You look just as if someone just told you they were about to cut your fingers off.” His hand remained covering her mouth still. INFJ understood why when he said “Relax, otherwise I cannot move my hand; at least until I’m sure you are not about to scream in fear, which surely would get us company very quickly.”
INFJ could read that this was his attempt at easing the atmosphere after… all. He was back at his silly comments, trying to take importance off whatever had just happened between the two. She had no idea about how that made her feel. Nevertheless, she decided to help him a bit and exagerated a deep breath- that might have not been that exagerated if she was honest- while rolling her eyes, and did her best to relax all of her body.
“That’s better.” ENTP grinned at her, “There’s no reason to be scared after all. I could have easily neutralized the guy that was a here a moment ago.” He said cockily “and besides him I see no danger. I mean the books over there- I guess they could fall upon us and bury us, but I don’t actually think that’ll happen… if it did it would be a pretty lame way of dying for a spy, wouldn’t it?” she couldn’t help but to snort at that, making an ungodly sound against his palm that they both ended up chuckling at.
“-But besides them there’s just you and me here.” INFJ’s own mind was definetely against her today, as she could swear she heard an almost wishful tone in that last sentence and her heart almost skipped a bit because of it. He finally added “And I won’t hurt you.”
She mentally replied ‘No, you wouldn’t.’
“So I would say you are safe; no reason to scream in terror, right?”
She laughed against his palm, and nodded. After that he finally pulled away, turned, and pretended to be interested in one of the maps they had already studied. Which was for the best. Whatever had just happened- it wouldn’t end well.
Still, she found herself wishing he had not pulled away.
She wanted nothing more than to get him off of her.
The moment she had saw him entering her cell her survival instincts had kicked in. Or at least would have had she not been in such a crappy state.
Chackled to a wall, barely being able to move due to her bruises and lack of food and water; she was in a vulnerable state and she knew it. ENTJ’s words still echoed in her skull. Only Heavens knew what they could and would do with her, and she honestly did not know how much she could endure. There was no hope of her managing to get out of this. But, she was determined to fight till her last breath- even if her body could not, her will would.
Nevertheless, being determined didn’t mean that she could not fear. And when the man that had entered her cell while she lied helplessly and unprotected launched himself over her, while attempting to quiet her calls for help, she could feel every bit of it.
And to think that in a different time he was the one who made her feel safe.
As she struggled to free herself any way she could, he suddenly pulled away slightly, saying “I won’t hurt you." He whispered "I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but please listen. Just once.”
His voice sounded sincere; troubled, concerned,- even scared. So she did the only reasonable thing to do.
INFJ bit his hand as hard as she could.
She failed to break skin because of her lack of strength but it was enough to make him pull away from her as he groaned in pain. She didn’t waste a second to begin yelling for help once more in hopes that someone would actually answered. Though she feared that the guards had been actually ordered to not interfere- or would just not care.
And to her further desperation her bold move only gave her four seconds before ENTP had her pin to the wall, with his other hand silencing her once more.
Right before she was about to bite again he stated “I came to warn you.”
Her initial reaction was confusion; enough to make her forget momentarily her intentions against the hand of her captor. But soon enough the rest of her caught up, though he took his hand away right before she could act. She resigned to laugh bitterly again, doubting any guards would come either way, so she did not waste more energy on trying. Instead she replied sarcastically “Oh, really? How thoughtful! What are you going to warn me about? About the twenty-something guards that awaited for me at Lady ESTJ’s chambers perhaps? Or maybe about the man that had been pretending and plotting behind my back for the last eight months? Because then I have bad news for you: It might be too late for that.”
Either because of her words or because he realized she was not about to scream again he backed further away, and she could not be more thankful for that. He exhaled sharply and began “Listen, INFJ, I know-”
She interrupted him before he could continue that sentence “You know nothing.”
He pressed his hands to his face, clearly frustrated. She did not understand what was the point of this act he was trying to pull. Perhaps he wanted her to low her guard just enough to get something out of her. There was a lot she had not shared with him, not even when blind to his true intentions- though she could not pride herself in that fact.
She had done as a way to protect him; so if things went wrong he had more chances of being able to get out of it all.
Stupid. She had been so stupid.
Or perhaps he was just toying with her. Either way she refused to fall for any of his schemes. If he came to hurt her he should just get done with it; she would never allow him to mess with her mind or emotions again.
Not ever again.
“INFJ, please, we don’t have the time for this-”
“Then do whatever the hell you came for and leave.” Stupid, indeed. Careless words that might lead to terrible things; but she was so tired she could not seem to care.
Dealing with his other persona- the king’s right hand man, his true self- she could do; it was someone she had never met and had no memories of. But dealing with him- while he called her name the way he used to, while he looked at her like that, while he became once more that person she had loved- she could not. She just wanted him to leave. Leave this cell. Leave her life. He had caused enough damage on her brain and heart, so why couldn’t him just do whatever more damage he wished to and leave her, once and for all? INFJ did not want to look at him any longer, she did not want to listen to him, she did not want to think of him, she did not even want to resent him; she wanted to wipe him off her memory and be able to live whatever short time she had left without any reminder of him.
Because memories hurt more than anything else.
She didn’t even try to look at him anymore. She couldn’t. At least not until the mirage infront of her turned back into the man she knew him to be.
“Tomorrow, the interrogations will begin; I-” he hesitated, and once again she was left to question what kind of ploy was he trying to pull “I will be there too. ENTJ wants to see you in despair. So don’t fight against-”
INFJ laughed; he was mad, and maybe she was mad too. “You came here to tell me to submit to him? Go fuck your-”
“Is the only chance you have!” she was startled by his sudden outburst “You don’t get it. I’ve seen what they can do. And he is personally fixated on you. He is cruel, he can be vicious and he is determined on taking you to your breaking point; I don't even know where his limits are. So unless you cooperate and pretend to despair he will keep going till you actually break.”
He believed her to be a lot more stupid than she actually was or he believed her to be a lot less headstrong than she was, but either way, one thing was clear: apparentely he did not know her as well as he thought “He is free of trying if he wishes.”
ENTP looked desperate and she ignored how that look pulled her heartstrings “INFJ, please- You don’t have to reveal much, keep you leaders or partners safe if that’s what you want, but just tell him enough. Enough for him to believe-”
“I would rather die!”
“You will die!” Without realizing he was once again mere inches away from her, just like he had been before, and like he had been before. The images of his past self and current self blurring, merging and spliting in her brain. But he did not touch her, nor did he hold her, nor did he kiss her. “And before you do he will torture you! Torture you in ways that will make hell look like a playground! He will and you will wish that death would hurry up because he will make your existence nothing more than pain! And I-” he stopped, suddenly stumbling into his words. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but ultimately just remained in silence. His eyes appearing to be flooded in despair.
Tears pricked her own. She had not cried yet. Not even one tear. It had all been too quick, too messy, too confusing to make sense of whatever was happening in her heart. She could feel the pain, but nothing else.
But now- How dared he? How cruel had someone to be to come and sound this concerned about a situation he purposely caused? How dared he to make her dizzy, placing her between the warm memories of what she had foolishly believed and felt for him, and the twisted stone cold reality of what things were?
“And who is to blame for that?” she finally answered him, barely speaking above a whisper.
He looked hurt, and she hated herself for the sorrow that look caused in her heart. This must be an act; there was no other explanation. She didn’t even dared to think about other possibilities, because she knew she would find one that would make her heart feel at ease. She would find one that completely explained and justified all of his actions, and she would forgive him. And once she had she would foolishly allow him to dig the knife deeper into her heart.
And all of that was without considering the danger she had put all of the insurgents in. How she put in danger the hopes of a better future for her people, maybe even people of other nations.
No. Not ever again.
Sudden steps resounded accross the halls, startling both of them.
ENTP hesitated before finally walking outside of her cell; before closing the door he said “I will get you out of here. I can't get you out just yet, but I will. I swear on it. Just please- please do what I told you. Trust me, just once more. I don’t have time to explain just yet, but if you don’t-” unable to end the sentence, he swallowed hard and locked the cell. He started walking away but right before disappearing from her sight he turned and said “I’m sorry, for everything.”
Then he was gone.
Leaving her with a confused mind and an even messier heart.
It must be a trap. There was no other explanation.
Not ever again.
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Part 1: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 ℑ 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢
Part 3: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔴𝔢r𝔢
Part 4: 𝔚𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢
#infj x entp#entp x infj#entp personality#entp#infj personality#infj#entj#mbti ff#mbti story#mbti community#mbti#angst#fluff#fluff and angst#historical fiction#lovers to enemies
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This week I learned how to fake my own death
Woo new week new album this week I listened to "A Beginner's Guide To Faking Your Own Death" By Jhariah
ooh thats a very nice album cover indeed, very very nice
⭐⭐⭐⭐ (4 out of 5 stars) I really enjoyed this album! Not usually the type of music I go for but I had fun!
Found this artist through Instagram and they seemed super cool and I loved their energy so I thought I'd give them a shot and it was definitely worth it!
I don't usually go for this more eccentric style of music but it's good to expand and blah blah blah
Anyways if you like Will Wood you'll probably like Jhariah but he's definitely got lots of artists that influence their style and it's lots of fun
But y'all did not come here to hear me yap about an artist that i only found out about this week so here are my top 3! (as always, no particular order, just the album order)
"Enter: A Beginner's Guide To Faking Your Death" Although i don't like to pick the first song off an album, I LOVE this song. It has such an interesting instrumentation and the piano at the start is addictive. Their vocals are lots of fun on this one too!
"Pressure Bomb 3?!?!" Is so much fun!!! I could listen to this song over and over. I love the way it tells the story and flows between sounds. And of course a song about your thoughts going too fast is pretty much my life so yeah, amazing song!
"To Take for Granted. -Live from the Faraday Cage" This song THRIVES being live, the way this song sounds iches my brain. And those vocals being live wow. I love the instrumentation and the drums are lots of fun on this one. love this one a lot. It feels like it's out of a musical in the best way possible.
Honorable mentions 🥳🥳🥳
"Needed a Change of Pace" Is super cool!! like the noises in this one, super fun production!
"Whose Eye Is It Anyway??? -Live from the Faraway Cage" LOVE the way he sings on this one dear lord and the chorus is a lot of fun
"Bad Luck" Is a lot of fun, love this one especially the way they sing "You'll never catch a break, you'll have to make your own" augh good song
The main goal for this year was to listen to more stuff that I would normally not go for and this week definitely was definitely a style of alternative I don't normally go for but I had a great time and enjoyed the music
Definitely give them a listen if you have the chance!
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Family
A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth
A/n: chapter eight is here!
Warnings: mentions of death
Milly’s POV:
Soon after I went upstairs and took my medicine everything went back to normal, the only thing staying was the horrible pounding in my head which just didn’t seem to stop.
Reflecting on the situation I just went through, the feeling of complete emptiness and my heart racing like it has to win a competition, I watched myself in the mirror, while my face slowly gained more and more color. I relaxed a bit on my bed while enjoying the silence. It’s a weird thought, but the silence is something really important to me, it makes all of my sometimes drowning thoughts go quiet for a minute and it calms me down in a somehow gentle way. I sometimes need a bit time for me, just sitting or lying around the house eyes closed, 'listening' to the silence around me. Calum always respected this habit of mine, not saying anything about it. I really loved him for that.
However, right when my thoughts shut down and I felt the silence in me, my door was opened rather roughly and I frightened.
"Oh, sorry Milly. I didn’t wanna scare you like that." I looked over to the door, held open by Niall who seemed a bit embarrassed.
"No, don’t worry, it’s totally fine!" I said, even though I indeed was a bit sad that my safe space has been interrupted. But maybe this now gives me the chance to talk to my best friend about- you know what I mean.
Right when I wanted to ask him, if I could talk to him, he was quicker.
"Umm, Milly? If you'd be okay with that, I'd like to talk to you.” He suddenly said, much to my surprise, since I just wanted to ask the same question.
"No, I'm totally okay with that actually!"
I couldn’t seem to think about one single thing he wanted to talk to me about.
Or… Was my lie from earlier really that bad?
And also, even if it was, would I anyways have the guts tell him about my current situation? Would he get mad, like the other two did? Niall was at least as important as my sibling were to me, he knew me very well, but definitely doesn’t have the protective personality like Calum and Louis. So does that technically mean, it wouldn’t be too bad to talk to him? Would he be able to understand my feelings about googling their names?
I sighed and tried to convince my mind that 'There is only one single way to find out.' before looking back at Niall again, who now sat next to me on the giant bed in Calum’s and mine bedroom.
"I noticed some changes in your behavior towards Calum and me. I know, I haven’t seen you for a long time, but I just KNOW when something is going on in your mind. Just know, you can trust me with whatever is worrying you alright? I didn’t change in the last years I lived without you in my life."
Oh how much I missed his observing personality. He was right, he didn’t change, not a single bit. He probably never will, he'll always be my best friend, despite the fact that he decided to stop dyeing his hair, I loved blonde Niall. My Nialler. And it would be wrong of me to not tell him, somehow I knew he'll understand me. Even though my brain said 'No, don’t talk to him!' All my heart screamed was 'He'll help you!' I let my heart win. This one time.
"Milly, what happened to you in the last months? It seems like I don’t even know you anymore." Niall added, probably having no idea how much that sentence underlined my decision to trust my heart.
"You know, the last weeks have been hard…" I started, already feeling the big lump in my throat growing bigger and making tears shine in my eyes.
"I had the brilliant idea to go and find my biological parents. After so many years of hiding it away, I thought I was strong enough to do it, that I wouldn’t break down under the news." I explained with much sarcasm in my voice. Niall just sat there, silently looking at me, waiting for me to continue.
"But I never thought it would— it would bring so much trouble with it." Now I was crying - No, I was sobbing. "Louis doesn't talk to me anymore and thinks I'm a complete failure, Calum isn’t completely happy with my decision either, but plays it off like it is, being the perfect boyfriend that he is, and-" The sobs coming from my mouth made it hard for me to speak, especially because what I was gonna say next, is the hardest part about this conversation.
"I only got their names and an address to an empty house… I know I could just type their names into the Internet and see if there are any results, but I'm scared Niall, scared what I could possibly find out there." I hid my head in my hands, sobbing harder, not able to handle all of the emotions I was feeling right now.
"What’s the worst you expect to happen?" Niall asked, while putting his hands around my upper body.
"That they died. Like mum. Like Fizz. Everybody that means something to me, always leaves. You left too." I whispered more to myself than to him, but he heard it anyways.
"Listen Milly, you are the strongest person for even deciding to go down this path and search for them. But it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to be scared of finding out they died. Especially because you and your siblings all carry the weight of death with you every single day. It doesn’t matter how hard you are trying to forget everything that happened to your family, you'll always miss them. And I know how much our friendship means to you, but just know that I'll never leave completely, okay? I'm thinking about you every single day wherever I go."
He let go of me and lifted my head up, so I looked right in his baby blue eyes.
"Maybe just ignore these haunting thoughts for a while an try to have some fun instead. Spend some time with Cal, the other boys and me!" I looked at him, rather unsure if I liked this idea.
"Oh, by the way. I don’t think Lou thinks you’re a failure, I bet he’s proud of his little sister, even though he doesn’t say it that often." Niall then added and got a little smile from me, but as soon as he let go of my chin, I looked down at the bed again. I heard him sighing but didn’t have enough energy to look up at him.
"Repeat after me: I am allowed to be scared." He said.
"I am allowed to be scared." I mumbled very silent.
"Come on, say if louder!" Niall tried motivating me.
"I am allowed to be scared." I said, this time with a bit more self-confidence. I did feel better, thanks to Niall.
"Alright, that was a good start! Now let’s go and plan a little hang out with Cal!" Niall said, standing up and walking towards the door.
Calum's POV:
"What about a show in Phoenix? Do we have a venue we could play there?" He asked his bandmate Micheal on the phone. Micheal called Calum to chat to him about the tour dates and how many shows they want to play.
"Yes, the manager already sent an email to a possible venue there." He sighed in relief. The Phoenix show was always his favorite to play. Apart from the amazing crowd there, it was just there where he and Milly got together. Who would’ve guessed they’d still be a couple 5 years later?
"By the way, is Milly thinking about attending shows? Have you talked to her about it?" Micheal asked, as if he just read his bandmate's mind.
Yes, Calum talked to Milly about it. She said, she definitely wants to.
But that was before Calum found out about the death.
Of course he hoped Milly would just stop searching because she doesn’t want to ruin more relationships, but deep down he knew no one could stop her from this. Not Louis, not Niall, not even Calum, as much as he wants to believe that.
So the real question was, if the time has come and Milly knows it, will she still be stable enough to attend Calums shows? Will he even be at the concert, or will he be here at home, comforting her? All he knew, was that he definitely won’t be the one telling her the terrible truth.
"Yes, I talked to her, she said she definitely won’t miss the shows… but I don’t know, maybe she will be busy…" Calum tried keeping the question out of the way.
"Ummm… Cal, we both know Milly won’t—" he stopped talking for a quick second. "Ohhhhhhh, how is the heritage thing doing?" Yeah, he really WAS horrible at lying. But what should he tell his friend now? He definitely trusted Micheal, he trusted him more than Niall. But if he’d tell another person, it was harder to keep it away from Milly.
With Niall, he was relatively sure, he wouldn’t say anything, he promised him. But telling two people? No, that felt wrong to him.
"You know, she’s struggling a bit, it’s not the best…" He again tried avoiding Mickey's question. It was better that way, he told himself. Safer for everyone.
It seemed like Micheal understood that Calum got quite uncomfortable during the conversation and ended the phone call with:
"See you in 4 days! Remember, I set up the Twitch stream, don’t come too late!" A few weeks ago, Micheal, a huge gaming fan since his childhood, decided to create a Twitch account to stream some games and talk to the fans. Now, he invited the boys over to talk there too.
If Calum was honest he didn’t really know how to feel about that, basically talking to a computer screen and millions of people could see him, he never really was a big fan of instagram and tiktok lives either. It creeped him out.
But it was for the fans. They loved seeing them and he loved them.
"Yeah, see you on Thursday!" Calum said and hang up the phone.
Right on time, Niall with Milly right behind him came down the stairs and sat down on the chairs around the dining table, Milly directly next to Calum.
"Let’s meet the boys!" Niall suddenly said, Milly nodding in agreement.
"Do y'all have heard of Twitch?" Calum responded, earning questioning looks from both of them making him laugh. He had exactly the same reaction back when Micheal told the band about his new channel.
"Okay, I'll explain it to you."
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oh!!!! happy 100k words wfrau!!!!!!! she's getting bigger (<- like you would speak of a puppy). how long is it supposed to be & how far along are you? and also... would you like to share a snippet you like (from any chapter ofc... no pressure if no it's completely understandable)? what do you enjoy the most about writing it? bc it seems like you're having fun & it's so nice to see someone enjoying a hobby so openly online... especially writing... there's this conception that writers don't actually enjoy writing (the whole 'forcing myself to write' bit) and i'm curious to hear your perspective on it!! also!!!!!! i hope moving will be easy & fun & the world will be kind to you with the change <3 i keep telling myself 2 read marx but i can't find any good translations to my native language and reading it in english is making my brain go grgrgrgrgr like an air conditioner on its last leg so alas it might have to wait... so true for liking iced drinks they're really the best!! i've heard someone say it's childish but i think they just live a very miserable hot life in the august heat drinking their hot coffee instead of putting some ice cubes in it :) it's funny you say that about fav line because it's definitely my fav fic of your writing & the ending of it is soooo beautiful i get back to it every time i need to feel something!!!!! that song line is beautiful too omg... and well the weather is hell everywhere at least the world is all suffering together :( i hope the atmosphere isn't suffering too much :/ honestly i am a big 'i would rather be hot than cold' believer because i am from a hot country so i know how to deal with the heat but you know what i'm sure the chill can also be intriguing to some... not me though... i hope the winter will be kind on you <3 thank u for letting me invade ur ask box i am creating myself a room here for now i think. anyway. love and hugs!!!! <333
hello!! she is indeed getting bigger <3 if i had to guess right now i'd say i'm maybe...possibly nearing the halfway point of the fic, plotwise? but honestly it's really hard to say lol. i've got 2 more story arcs to cover in part 3 (plus finishing the current one), and then part 4 is gonna have like...2 or 3 story arcs as well, plus an epilogue. so it just depends on how long it takes me to cover all that ground!
and yeah i'm having a lot of fun writing!! i know what u mean abt the whole "ugh writing amirite" bit that writers do lol and i'm sure i do it sometimes too...i mean i think tone varies a lot and many people who complain about writing still really enjoy the activity, but i do think there is sometimes this self-flagellating tendency amongst some writers to act like writing is meant to be this strenuous, emotionally draining activity like ur...idk sisyphus w the stone or something, and if you're writing something 'easy' or 'fun' you're somehow a lower caliber of writer than those who Nobly Suffer for their art, etc...which i think is dumb lol. suffering doesn't inherently make art any better or more noble
& thank u 4 the well-wishes w moving!! i'm mostly nervous about getting to my flight on time lol i have to go into work the literal day before i leave and then catch a train across the country at 5am the next morning 2 get 2 the airport...not going 2 be fun so i'll take all the well-wishes i can get !!
sorry 2 hear u can't find marx in ur native language :( it's hard enough 4 me 2 understand reading in my first language i cannot imagine trying 2 parse it in a second language...maybe it might be easier 2 find one of his (or engels') shorter texts 2 read? capital is a monster but i started off with a few shorter pieces ('socialism: utopian and scientific', 'principles of communism', 'wage labour and capital,' 'value price and profit') which i found helpful! also there are lots of secondary resources of other people breaking down + explaining marx's work; maybe there's a good source in your native language that could give a summary/overview of capital? there's no one right way 2 learn, it's just abt finding what works best for u!!
iced drink supremacy 4ever truly <3 me myself & i we can only enjoy a hot beverage if it's very cold outside...otherwise i am simply thinking well why would i do that 2 myself... & thank u!! happy 2 hear u like the lines!! v happy w them v proud <3 & also appreciate the well-wishes re: weather i cannot relate 2 the hot-weather preference i much prefer cold...or at least i used to i grew up in a relatively cold climate but then i moved south 4 university so at this point i'm going on 6 years of living in what is categorized as a "humid subtropical climate" & i think my winter tolerance has been all but destroyed it hardly ever drops below freezing...but hot&humid weather is still my least favorite i think i would prefer icy-cold winter + mild summer but i will be actually putting that theory 2 the test this year so!! who knows maybe my hubris will be my downfall...
& of course!! u are welcome 2 stop by + chat anytime...in my heart we are drinking iced beverages 2gether <3 also as requested here is a snippet from ch 14:
“Don’t,” he tells her, firmly, “Don’t say that. I don’t—want you involved. If they ever did anything to hurt you…I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”
She stares at him, eyes ablaze.
“And how do you think I feel? Knowing that they only pick on you because—” her voice falters, cracking, “Because you’re with me?”
Her lip is trembling again, tears threatening to spill over from her eyes. Sirius shakes his head, helplessly, at a loss for what to do.
#snippet is a bit spoilery i think...might be able 2 piece 2gether some of what's gonna happen based on it#but also might just be confusing lol#hard 2 post anything from ch 14 without giving some stuff away tho so!! out-of-context possibly-spoilers it is...#ask#wfrau
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Of Cats, Apples and Old Friends
It was a lovely October morning: a radiant day with a fine weather unspoiled by clouds and a playful breeze to match; indeed it was a day fit for poetry and romance of the highest degree. However, as is the case for most such days, it came at a time where it was less fit to be enjoyed.
In fact on that spry autumn day our dear protagonist was holed up in her room with a steaming mug of tea, pouring over her professor's infuriatingly vague assignments. Mr. Cog had demanded that they take a picture of an apple; but not just any picture, mind you.
"The picture must tell a story. What is this apple? Whence does it come? What is its purpose?"
Olivia, who perhaps naively had heretofore believed apples to be rather straightforward botanical objects was now racking her brain over the platonic ideal of an apple in search of a good idea.
She'd grabbed a handful of different apples from the kitchen basket and had been carrying them around nonstop trying to observe them in different lightings and settings; even sketching them a few times.
It was all for naught. Either the apples were withholding their ethereal secrets out of sheer, unbridled spite (which the superstitious part of her brain was starting the believe, beginning thus a lifelong feud with the fruit) or Mr. Cog was an unbearably pretentious bugger.
Either way her efforts had been all but thwarted for the time being. Olivia glanced sourly at the insultingly blue sky unfolding over her window and stepped away from her desk to refill her empty mug.
As she shouldered past the minefield of laundry baskets and precarious book piles scattered through her room she perceived a fluffy orange thing in the very corner of her eye.
The thing turned out to be a small tomcat perched on a high shelf, his paws tucked under his chest. He looked completely at ease and very, very pleased with himself.
He gave a little trill as their eyes met, and despite her confusion Olivia couldn't help but chuckle.
"How long have even you been here, little guy?" she asked, cautiously offering her hand.
The cat said nothing, but sniffed her hand and smushed his pointy face against it with a purr.
She smiled and scratched under his jaw.
A small can of tuna was fetched for him and was immensely appreciated. Olivia, sitting on her bed, watched him quietly as he lapped up the food.
As if struck by lightning she reached for an apple and with a fat black marker drew a sad face on it.
She set it up on the back of the chair where the feasting was taking place so it looked as though the apple was mournfully looking down at the cat.
Satisfied with her handiwork she snapped a few pictures from different angles. Oddly enough even when he was finished eating he obligingly stood still, smelling the interior of the can as if it were the single most interesting thing in the universe and then just not moving at all.
She didn't have the time to reflect on her luck before being startled out of her thoughts by the doorbell's shrill howl.
On the other side of the door stood a tall, gangly young woman with brown skin and wild black curls that complemented her dusty cargo pants and washed out t-shirt.
Recognition flared up in her brain, but before she could utter the tiniest sound the other girl was already halfway through a speech she seemed to have practiced hundreds of times.
"Hello! Awfully sorry to bother you, I'm looking for my cat. He's a small ginger male, neutered, likes to sneak in houses and dorm rooms. Have you-" her big hazel eyes flung open until they were the size of saucers.
Olivia couldn't help but giggle as the realization slowly dawned on her old friend, and flashed her her signature winning grin as a response.
"What, forgot my handsome face already Amelia dear? High school wasn't that much time ago."
The light brown on the other girl's cheeks darkened slightly.
"Oh, uhm, hey. It's been a while!" She gave her a genuine if slightly awkward little smile.
"Indeed. What can I do you for? Something about a cat?"
"Yes! Have you-"
"Say no more!" Olivia whirled around, scooped up the cat and returned triumphantly to the girl.
"I believe-" she said, showing off the little creature with a dramatic flourish of her arm, "you were looking for this small fellow."
Amelia clasped her hands together and sighed with relief.
"Yes! Thank you. He usually follows me like a shadow, but every so often he decides to strike out on his own and just... hang out with strangers I guess." She shrugged. "Don't know."
She dropped to her haunches and extended her hand to ruffled the top of his head.
"Ay, bobito! Me haces preocupar por nada."
The young artist leaned against the doorframe and bobbed her head to the side like a quizzical little bird.
"Is Bobito his name?"
"No, I just call him that sometimes. It's... kind of like calling a child little dummy, you know? But his name is Banjo."
"Aww, how cute!" squealed Olivia, burying her hand in the luxurious fur of the cat's back.
"It suits him so well!"
Banjo chirped and politely weaseled out of her grasp, hopping by Amelia's side.
Olivia feigned a noise of distress; then she leaned down, winked, and blew him a kiss.
The little tomcat straightened his tail and answered with a happy little meow.
For a half minute the tall unkept girl shuffled awkwardly on her feet before finally muttering:
"Hey, listen. I know we haven't kept in touch but... I don't know man. I liked you- platonically" she added hastily, "-back in school. If you're not busy, would you like to come grab a coffee with me one of these days?"
The clumsy sincerity in her ex classmate's voice warmed Olivia's heart.
"Of course. Hell!" she glanced back at the delightful blue sky unfurling out her window.
"Wanna go now?"
"Wai- now?"
"Yeah! You busy?"
"Not really, but-"
"Then it's settled, innit?"
She whisked over to her closet, grabbed a coat, locked the door behind her and snatched the other girl's wrist before pulling her along and out of the dorms.
"Come on now! I know the *best* coffee shop around here."
#writing#original story#whimsical#fantasy#lgbtfiction#humor#humour#creative writing#amwriting#fluff#writeblr#original character#books#cat#original fiction#writers on tumblr#writerblr#everyday#queer fiction#urban fantasy
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Maybe #40 with lewis ? 😅
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
SPRING DRABBLES
Lewis!Drabble: Unexpected Bedmate
Summary: You go on vacation with your friends, which include Lewis, and the morning after a hard partying night you realize you didn’t go to sleep in your bed.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
You sunk further down into the sheets, his sheets, you thought with a shock before almost dropping them. But that would mean flashing Lewis, which definitely wasn’t an option. So you sat there, wishing the mattress would swallow you whole. It could’ve been worse, your brain supplied, you could’ve not covered yourself with the blankets before going to bed.
“This isn’t my room.” You muttered out loud.
“Nope.” Lewis popped the ‘p’, with way too much amusement.
“I-”
“Do you always go to bed in other people’s rooms naked or is it just mine?”
You almost answered, but stopped yourself, “M’not naked.��
Lewis pointedly looked down at you, making you take in the way your nipples poked through the thin cotton of the bed sheets, making it obvious that you were at the very least topless. You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest.
“So?”
“I was looking at your shoulders.” His words made your face heat until it felt like it was on fire, the chill from the room having settled on your bare shoulders when you had first woken up and had since been forgotten in place for the heat that had fired up inside you, “But yeah, I guess they gave it away too.”
Your eyes snapped open at his tone and you took in the amused expression on his face sourly. You could feel the glare as it settled on your face, and felt the upper corner of one side of your lip raise as he smiled and leaned against the doorway. He always took all your snarls, all your angry looks and treated them like they were something cute.
Which is so fucking endearing it’s so unfair.
“The purple room is yours.” He told you as he crossed his arms.
“But!” you squaked as you shoved the sheets under your arms to keep your tits out of sight, “This room was purple!” No matter how fucked up you were last night, you knew for a fact that the room had been purple.
But now, in the morning light, you noticed that the room wasn’t purple. It was actually a light blue. You felt the expression on your face melt as you looked around and took in the room color. Lewis’ chuckles snapped you back to attention.
“It’s my mood light.”
“Your what?”
“Mood light.” Lewis spoke louder so you could hear him, “I bring it everywhere with me, helps me sleep. It pulsates different shades of purple.”
“And you took that here?”
Lewis laughed again, “Yes.”
You fell back against the padded headrest of the bed, “Well, fuck.”
“Indeed.”
You looked up as Lewis’ took some extra steps into the room, his long, thick fingers reached out and traced an invisible pattern on the bed post.
“Where is everyone?” You asked softly, unsure of where you wanted to push this whole situation.
“They’re all asleep, in their own rooms.”
“Ah, and where did you sleep?” A blush crept up your cheeks as you waited for him to confirm what you were thinking.
“The couch.”
Your face pinched, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. Always nice to have a beautiful woman in my bed.”
You looked at him for a moment before you both erupted into laughter, “You’re losing your edge, must be with your age.” you mocked him with a sympathetic expression as he continued to giggle at your teasing.
“Eh, who says I need an edge? M’just telling the truth.” He looked almost sheepish, the way he looked down at his hands and kept sneaking peeks up at you.
A different tone blanketed the room as you took in the silence that seemed to stretch far beyond your room.
You smiled before you bit your lip, looking down at your hands in your lap before looking back up at Lewis from under your eyelashes, “You know,” you purred, “you could come to bed now. Since you finally found your room.”
When Lewis looked back up at you, you swallowed thickly. His eyes seemed to bore into yours as he gave you a smoldering look. It made your mouth salivate as you looked at the way he leaned over the edge of the bed, where your feet were. You could feel yourself sinking further down the bed, and loosened your grip around the sheets that had been held tightly around your chest.
“Yeah?” He asked as he gripped the end of the bed sheet between two fingers.
“Yeah.” you breathed out.
Looking back up at your face, he slowly and gently pulled the sheet down, exposing you inch by inch.
You had never been happier to go to sleep naked.
“We’ll have to be quick,” Lewis told you as he crawled up the bed, between your spread legs, “I didn’t close to door.”
You look over his shoulder to see the door wide open, and tighten your legs around his hips, “You can go close it after round one.”
Lewis sit up on top of you and gives you a look before peeling his shirt over his head, “Always knew you were trouble.” He teased.
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After the last hectic few weeks, things had finally died down a little bit again. Kelth had reached out to Kali to gauge interest about their idea for relics. It had seemed enthusiastic and had agreed to split the results fifty-fifty, so now they were paying extra attention on missions, to find more of the rocks to build up a first batch for it to pick up.
Missions which were sadly just paid contracts from various allied factions, and not to recover Ordis’ drives. After Vince, their resource stores and credit wallet had been painfully depleted - not that they were about to tell him that. He seemed to have enough on his mind already, which he did try to hide during their morning sit-downs with him to figure out his abilities, but it seemed that the pace at which he initially picked transference up didn’t extend to actually mastering it yet.
It helped that Vince had a lot to distract him, and Kelth along with him. His abilities seemed to be very maths-heavy, requiring a lot of split-second precision calculations, which he was doing almost subconsciously. When they asked him what all the numbers flying by in his head meant, he had sat down with them that evening for what had turned into a several-hours-long interdimensional maths masterclass, and to their surprise, it had actually made sense. Vince had seemed to enjoy teaching, and had complimented them on what he’d assumed to be a background in this field - which had confused them.
Did Kelth have a background in this? They didn’t know - they still didn’t remember much of anything from before they had woken up to Grineer soldiers stabbing a device into Sufford’s thigh, and beyond that only had the recurring nightmare of running down endless broken-down ship hallways. But - if they remembered this correctly - Ordis had felt familiar on that first horrible day. They’d known him before. They could ask him.
It was too bad that their life was a busy one now, with a spaceship, two warframes and their own human self to look after - so they only remembered it once Sufford and Vince were out. The two warframes had gone to a nearby relay’s shooting range for target practice, and Kelth had been left alone on board, and had decided to organise their brain on what resources they were missing with Ordis, when the idea came back to them.
“-we might have to find another Grineer base, then, see if they have- ohh, wait.”
“Hm? What is it?” Ordis asked when they took a little too long trying to formulate their thoughts.
“I had a question I’d wanted to ask you,” they started, stalling while trying to remember it, “it was something I thought of when- Oh!” There it was. “Do you remember anything from before all this? Before all the endless fighting? Because I don’t.”
Ordis’ table hologram flickered as he hummed. “Hmm. I can’t remember any specifics, no. The data I have on the Old War came from historical databanks. Ordis doesn’t even remember how he ended up on Earth on the day you awoke - I was brought back the same moment you were, it seems.”
“Oh,” Kelth said, a little disappointed. “I thought- I guess I’m just curious about what I did before all this. I can’t have been an operator forever, right? There’s got to be something from before. How did I even end up on Lua, for example?”
“Hmm… Oh, Ordis does have some files that weren’t authored by the Orokin in his database. But- I can’t fucking look at them- ahem, they are inaccessible to me. Maybe you created them? They might be a journal of some sort that you kept?”
Kelth blinked up at the hologram. It was weird that he had files he couldn’t access, so this might be a lead for his own glitch-related problems, on top of their own history. “Huh? I don’t remember ever keeping a journal, but that doesn’t mean much - can you send their location to my datapad?”
“Sent. Did you-”
“Got it,” they said, connecting to his local filesystem instead of the pad’s own. There were indeed some files in the folder he’d pointed them at with non-standard names - w1, w2, and so on. The file extension wasn’t like other text files, but looked familiar, too, though they couldn’t immediately place it. They opened the file called w1.
It contained text, but not to read - it was formatted weirdly but consistently, and a lot of it was symbol soup.
“Oh, this is program code,” they realised after a second of confused staring. And then looked back at the filenames. “Wait, is this old homework? There’s one per week.”
“Oh, that’s interesting,” Ordis said, sounding intrigued. “Can you make sense of the contents?”
Kelth scanned through the blocks of words and symbols, and - “I think so? I’d need to read them more thoroughly, but I think there’s- what were they called, comments? There’s lots of them in here, but I feel like I’m missing something. They’re not as easy to find as they should be?”
“Okay,” Ordis said. “Do you- wait, how are you looking at the files?”
“Uh-” Kelth said, confused, glancing up at Ordis’ hologram. “At the, uh. Datapad?”
“No, no- The program you’re using to look at them. What is it?”
“Oh, just the basic text editor?”
“Hm,” Ordis said. The screen of the datapad flickered between tabs rapidly for a moment. Then, an installation wizard appeared, and Ordis ran through the settings even faster. Finally, they were looking at a progress bar, filling up slowly with irregular intervals. “There, try opening the files in that program, once it’s done installing,” he said.
“Oh, sure, thanks- I’d forgotten those existed, what were they called?”
“Integrated development environments, or IDEs,” Ordis said. “Are your memories coming back?”
“It feels more like they’re being dragged back forcefully, but yes, very slowly, at least for this stuff,” Kelth said, feeling giddy. The progress bar filled up and the wizard closed itself. The icons of the code files had changed to the icon of the new IDE, so they opened them again with confidence.
And they did load into a much fancier text editor this time - with a dark background, several bars of options at the top and a file viewer on the side, and parts of the actual code in different colours. And suddenly, it clicked.
Kelth sucked in a breath as their eyes flew over the lines, identifying the relevant parts of comments and function and variables names and logic, putting the functionality together in their head-
“I take it the IDE is doing its job?” Ordis asked, amused, when they forgot to say anything again. They snorted.
“Yeah,” they said, “it’s all making a lot more sense now. I think I’ll just keep reading through this for now, actually, see if anything else comes back.”
“Do let me know if there’s something Ordis could help to figure out,” he said. “Or when you want to try actually running the code to see what it does.”
Kelth turned to his hologram, with a performance of puppy eyes they privately thought must’ve been their best one yet. The hologram shook as Ordis laughed.
A pointer in the form of a cracked blue cube appeared on their screen, pointing at a green triangle icon in one of the top bars of the IDE. “You can press this one to compile and run,” he said, before moving the cursor elsewhere. “And if you press this one-”
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A while later, their head hurting just a little bit from all the newly-remembered information, they turned off the datapad and sat back with a great big sigh.
“That’s going to be a lot of work, but it’s interesting, and I think it can be useful,” they said, happy-tired.
“And you’ve done it once before already, or at least the start of it,” Ordis added. “And it can certainly be useful! You could write algorithms for things, I-O-Ordis can’t.”
“You can’t?” they repeated, confused. “Wait, yeah, you mentioned that - why do you not have access to your own files?”
“Ordis is afraid that- Ordis has no fucking clue- there’s a barrier of some kind, there.”
Kelth stared at the hologram - when Ordis glitched, it briefly jittered out of focus. They were quiet just a little too long, because he let out a bitter laugh.
“Maybe you could learn to fix that, and this glitch while you’re at it,” he said, tone self-deprecating, sounding like he had been aiming for joking but had missed completely.
“That sounds- not impossible, actually,” Kelth said, careful. “I can at least take a look, right?”
Ordis was quiet for a beat, before he tried to speak three thoughts at once. “I- Ordis hadn’t- that was just a joke, you don’t-”
“No, hey, once I get a bit better at this, I can absolutely take a look for you,” they said, now a little more firm, a little more concerned. Ordis might not feel like he was worth the effort, but he was to them.
He sighed deeply. “Ordis is- really not sure how he feels about the idea, especially while you’re already still working on the memory drives. Let’s just forget about this one for now?”
He intoned the last bit like a question. “Sure,” Kelth said, absolutely not intending to forget about it for any stretch of time. But before they could address it any more, he moved on.
The hologram flickered bright once, as Ordis made a sound like he’d just inhaled sharply. “In the meanwhile, for practice, I just had an idea,” he said, sounding excited and giddy. It felt a little like whiplash, but they were willing to roll with it.
“Yeah?” they asked, allowing themself to be affected by his enthusiasm, smiling again.
“Ordis has found an open-source repository of void fissure data,” he said, taking control of the datapad in their hands again to open a sleek-looking website. “Maybe you could do something with this? Combine it, process it in some way, and-”
“Predict the locations of future ones,” Kelth breathed, eyes wide. “Oh, that’s a fantastic idea - what format is the data in, could we use any of it?”
“It’s raw data with the location, timestamp and intensity, but from some preliminary analyses I ran on it, it looks pretty chaotic, and Ordis couldn’t immediately find a pattern in it.”
“Oh, you could try to ask Vince? He’s good with maths - you guys can try to find a pattern to it while I figure out how this whole code thing works again?” Kelth proposed.
“Oh, I had not considered- a fantastic idea!”
They were interrupted by the sound of the Liset docking again - had it already been so long? Time had flown by.
“Awesome, you can go get a start on that while I go see if Sufford’s up for another drive run?” they asked, already putting the datapad down on the table and grabbing for their cane to get up. “I need to look at something other than code for a few hours, give my eyes a rest.”
“Sure, I just- oh, he likes the idea,” Ordis said, as the doors to the lounge opened and Vince all but stormed in, clearly on his way to his room already, briefly startled by them and Ordis’ hologram just sitting there. He nodded towards them in greeting, but did not let this slow him down, and he was already down the hallway by the time Sufford even poked his head into the still-open door. Kelth snorted, thoroughly amused.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a maths buddy now, Ordis,” they said, grinning wide, before waving at Sufford. “Hey Sufford, are you up to go shoot at some real moving targets?”
He jerked his head back a little as if to scoff, before tilting it and giving them an exaggerated thumbs-up. He then immediately disappeared back the way he’d come - presumably heading towards the arsenal, to pick up his skana. Kelth got up, then, taking a minute to stretch out their legs before they went to sit down for what was probably going to be another few hours.
Ordis’ hologram was still up, even though he was probably already distracted coming up with mathematical nonsense with Vince, so Kelth wished him good luck, and made their way towards the somatic link.
The whole ship at work, at once - it felt good, like they were all a team. And for all intents and purposes, Kelth was at the head of it - giving the orders if not also coming up with them in the first place.
Giddy, they lowered themself down into the seat, closing their eyes as the cover sank down over them, connecting to Sufford - he was already in the Liset, setting the nav console to go back to the planet where they’d last left off with the drives. On their signal, he started the flight.
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The first batch of relics was handed over to Kali before any kind of fissure-finding algorithm was ready, so they simply didn’t mention it. Biting their tongue was hard, especially when Kali reported in only sporadically with when it had managed to find a fissure area and crack some of the relics open.
It only took a few days’ worth of downtime for them to get through all of their old homework files - there was disappointingly little of it on board - and go looking online for courses. But following a course was boring when they had the prospect of writing something actually useful, so they dropped that relatively quickly, in favour of messing around and trying to put together the framework for the fissure-finder instead.
And that did seem to work - while Ordis and Vince narrowed down the formula for the fissures’ appearances, Kelth cobbled together a functional finder algorithm. When they ran it on the available historical data, it worked. And when they’d handed it to Kali, to run in predictive mode, it still worked.
Compared to the week that the first batch had taken to crack, now Kali could do a dozen in a few hours. The Orokin trinkets that Kelth received from it sold for good money. Another worry off the list.
Since their skills had progressed to a passable level, Kelth tried bringing up the barrier between Ordis and the code of the ship again. He had however tried to nervously laugh it off, which Kelth had not entertained whatsoever - even though they ended up making a compromise: to only start looking into it after they’d found all of his drives. Which, fine, after another week they were starting to find less and less, with more and more gaps in the serials having gotten filled in, so they were getting close to finishing that, anyway - but still.
It was that moment that Ordis chose to inform them of the fact that not all the parts they’d received from Kali from the relic deal had made it to getting sold - they were disappearing.
#2.5k there we go throws this in here#been long enough time to get back into it somewhat#i can edit it more laterrrrr when i put it on the a o threeee
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How about a crossover between Kimetsu No Yaiba and Saint Seiya in which the S/O of the gold knights is from the KNY universe and is isekaiated to SS and is a hashira/Pillar and time after the relationship begins they meet some co-worker, for example Aphrodite and her S/O meet Shinobu, Aioria and her S/O meet Rengoku, a very crazy idea? Indeed, can it work? With your talent I'm sure that yes ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ( •̀ .̫ •́ )✧
Sorry this took so long to get out! I'm sorry if this is short as well. This one just picked at my brain and I couldn't think of a good way for it to go. this one sucked so bad. I hate the ending. Hope you still enjoy!
Aioria x Female Demon slayer Reader
Genre: Fluff
Reader’s sibling: Iguro
Reader’s best friend: Rengoku
Y/n was born during the time of demons. Her older brother is Iguro and she gets transported to the time of the saints and Athena and becomes a saint herself.
Aiora could have sworn he was fighting Hades. He remembered the saints and Athena attacking him head on before he could do anything but now, he was just sitting in the middle of the forest dumbstruck and looking around. His girlfriend, Y/n was trying to figure out where they were before she stood up straight. Y/n looked around for a minute before realizing that she was home again. She grabbed Aioria’s arm and pulled him in the direction of where her home was. He raised an eyebrow but followed her anyway.
Once they make it to what appears to be a big house, Y/n drops to her knees and bows. Aioria just stood awkwardly as he watched her. “I have returned, master.” She said calmly. A few moments of silence rang out before the sound of what sounded to be a sob was heard. “I am glad to see that you are unharmed, my child.” A young man walked out with two girls at his side. Aioira noticed that the man was blind and needed help getting around even though he was young.
Y/n began telling him all about what had happened to her and why it had happened. She introduced her boyfriend to the master and later, to the hashira when they had arrived a few hours after Y/n had returned home. “Master, where is my brother?” Y/n asked as she searched the hashira. Mitsuri stood up and pulled Y/n into a bone crushing hug. “After you disappeared, he thought that you had died and ever since then, he hasn’t come to meetings and hasn’t shown his face for years. I know that you can get him to come back if you go over there. His snake will instantly recognise you.” Mitsuri said, smiling sadly at her. Y/n nodded her head and ran back to her brother's house. “I’m home brother.” She whispered.
{Time-Skip}
When she reached her brother's home, she could hear him softly crying. It hurt her heart to know that she had caused him this much pain. She opened the door quietly and saw Kaburamaru. He looked up and as fast as lightning slithered over to Y/n. She dropped to her knees and held her hand out towards the white snake and picked him up. Kaburamaru curled around her hand and pressed his face against her palm. She smiled and ran her fingers over his white scales.
“Come on, I need to see my brother.” You whispered and the snake seemed to understand what you were saying and turned his head towards the area he had just slithered from. You walked into the room and softly knocked on the door. “Hey Iguro, I’m home.” You called out. You watched your brother's head turn at the speed of light. You thought he gave himself whiplash. He stood up and walked over to you before pulling you into a hug. Please don’t ever do that again. That scared me so badly. I thought you were dead.” He said. You smiled and hugged him back just as tightly.
You both walked back to the meeting for the hashira and when you entered the Headquarters, you saw Aioria and Rengoku, you childhood friend, talking and practicing together. Aioria was showing off his moves and was extremely impressed with Rengoku’s abilities. You smiled before Kaburamaru slithered to your arm and wrapped around your hand. You smiled at the white snake before walking over to your boyfriend and best friend. “I see you two have met and enjoy each other's company. I’m glad.” You said smiling happily.
Rengoku grinned. He told you everything that he had learned from Aioria and vice versa. You sat there and smiled happily as the two got along. You watched everyone else talking amongst themselves. It also looked like it was gonna be a long day of explaining what had exactly happened to you. You chuckled to yourself before you joined the others talking. You sat down next to Aioria as he continued to talk with the others. Iguro was interested, seeing as his little sister had disappeared for a while before reappearing.
Y/n smiled as she watched everyone. She really had missed everyone and couldn’t believe that she was back home again. She held Iguro’s snake and ran her finger on the snake's head and smiled when his little tongue appeared before disappearing. “I really missed this Kaburamaru, I don’t want to ever miss this again.” You said smiling as everyone became animated when Aioria began telling them about what he had to do. He showed them his power at full power and was just laughing when they stood there stunned.
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Shatner Watch: Star Trek II and Shatner in Austin
O Captain! My Captain!
Watched: 01/15/2023
Format: uhhhh.... we watched the movie on a screen and then Shatner was there! Right in front of us!
Viewing: Movie - 1,000th, Shatner - First
Director: Nicholas Meyer/ No one tells Bill what to do
I won't comment too much on the actual movie of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan (1982). It was watching the movie with a 1000 people in an symphony hall. Correction - watching it with 1000 Trekkies and Trekkers. Both you and I have seen this movie dozens of times. I will say this - it's easy to forget what Kirstie Alley was like on the big screen, but she certainly was a presence (RIP and good golly). And, of course, seeing the ship-to-ship combat on the big screen is always a pleasure and needs to be more of what Star Trek does when it's not Strange New Worlds-ing.
It's also remarkable how many people from the film have now passed. Just this last year we lost Kirstie Allie and the great Nichelle Nichols. But Nimoy, DeForest Kelly, Doohan, Merritt Butrick, Montalban, Bibi Besch (who I just realized is the mother of Samantha Mathis), Paul Winfield... all gone.
Watching the film with 1000 Trekkies is also an experience in itself. And as I have not been in many crowds in roughly 3 years, it took me a minute to click to "oh, right. Trekkies." as the people around me quoted along with the movie - sometimes before the line, sometimes along with, or... sometimes after? But yes. And of course really enjoying a movie only the way you can when you've committed large parts of your brain specifically to that movie. Anyway - it's very good I know the movie so well myself, or I'd lose my mind. In this case - it was just part of the experience.
Making my present for Simon look like absolute garbage, Simon got us third row tickets, dead center. I was looking directly up at Shatner when he took the stage post movie. He's a wildly spry 91. You'd mistake him for a man in his 60's. My understanding is that he would tell many of the same tales if you saw him before, but as we left, the folks around me commented that it was all new stuff. His trip to space with Blue Origin absolutely made the already brilliant and erudite man more reflective.
It's worth noting that Kirk is one of my original childhood heroes that I've never lost fondness for. Arguably, I have been trying to have Kirk's haircut since high school.
just look at that masterpiece of coiffurnicity
The audience were able to submit questions, and, yes - "Simon from England" was our own SimonUK, indeed. Simon and I exchanged a very knowing nod of his earned street cred when the question was asked.
I think Shatner has done a good job in the past two decades or more of proving he's not just Captain Kirk. Kirk has allowed him to a life of exploration, both of our world and within. The journey to our planet's edge and beyond may have cemented those two journeys into one. His thoughts on what it means to be and exist and the interconnectedness of all living things is beyond spiritual and quite lovely.
I was expecting an entertaining evening, but it was a remarkable one in many ways. Shatner has been working Con-crowds for decades, he knows how to tell a story - even if its not the story that answers the questions he's being asked. Or it seems a long walk to get to the point (same, Bill, same). But it was *inspiring* in a way I did not know was coming. He's done so much and wisely lived a life of inquiry, saying "yes" whenever he could, that he might boldly go.
His message about our fragile earth is one I believe in. I might not have the same point of view - I have not been to space, the Himalayas, all around the world... but I am grateful for his perspective.
Anyway - a night to remember. And it was my Christmas gift from Simon, so I need to find something else to throw in the bag with my frankly unimpressive present to try to level the playing field a bit.
Bill wows the crowd
Bill and moderator Lars Nilsen of Austin Film Society
All in all, a great night. Thanks, Si!
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hello love! i’m back hehe, somehow the world doesn’t feel as dark anymore as it did a few days ago…sooo here i am :) i’m not quite sure how, but survived yesterday (must’ve been you cheering me on hehe which was very sweet of you!!) and now i’m having a pretty good day and i figured i need to take advantage of it and finally get to this! i missed talking to you, like properly talking you know? i know i said it before but still! how are you feeling? are you having a good day? once again, i hope you’re doing well and have been taking care of yourself!! now: moving on to your text from…like more than a week ago…oops :// (is it weird to just continue this conversation like nothing happened or am i overthinking it??…anyways, doesn’t matter, here we go)
i mean…you telling me not to worry seems very fitting right now haha, i was about to profusely apologise for not answering your other replies properly and this one only after a while but i guess we’re both just gonna take our time with everything :)
on the topic of sleeping: i’m just gonna say in general sleep is a bit difficult at the moment because i started taking new meds and one of the side effects seem to be difficulty sleeping :/ but that’s hopefully gonna improve soon :) are you getting enough sleep? and i love how you just gave me my own advice, i feel like it’s always very easy to forget that all the kind things you say to others apply to yourself as well you know? like i’m a person too and i should listen to the things i say more often haha :) umm i don’t know if nap dates are a thing? BUT if they’re not they should definitely be!! i think that would be the most perfect way to spend some time together! big fan of sleep and cuddles right here!
don’t worry, he’ll never know ;) but yeah…he should’ve maybe looked into that a bit more…
wow…i’ve permanently altered your state of being? life must be very hard for you now that you’re a liquid haha :) now, there are some new developments in me talking to someone actually hehe :) i had a really really horrible day at uni i think 3 days ago?? i don’t know, time is weird, anyways! i was a *mess* and visibly not doing okay haha and the teacher i already had in mind talking to must’ve noticed and just came to me after class and told me she wanted to speak with me. sooo i stayed behind, she asked me if everything was alright and what’s going on, naturally i had a little bit of a breakdown (which was kinda embarrassing as an adult in front of another adult haha) and we talked for about an hour! she is the absolute sweetest person and gives wonderful advice, like she said things that were actually helpful! and she told me i could come talk to her whenever :) so yeah…all that worrying for nothing! thank you for being so supportive though, i feel like i just need a lot of reassurance for pretty basic things and you seem to find the right words :)
hmm i disagree! i think one of you is just about the right amount…and if i could have one of you just to myself that would be ideal ;) thank you!
it’s just that by now i know the feeling when it’s about to happen pretty well so yeah…that’s not cool :/ also very embarrassing for like…no reason at all haha :) well i would appreciate that very much actually, i’ll let you know the next time it’s gonna happen and you’re just gonna hurry over here okay? ;) you’ll be taking advantage of that huh? how so? ;) i’m very glad we agree on that ;) hmm nope! i’m never ever wrong! just read some of the stuff you texted me so far and you’ll know exactly why i think you’re so sweet! :)
i don’t know about that, i just think you’ve proven once again how much of a sweetheart you are, so cute! lucky me indeed haha :)
thank you! should my brain be able to come up with a few more of them i’ll let you know! hmm i don’t know haha, you should meet me and i promise you’d be disappointed…i’m just glad we both enjoy talking to each other a lot! :)
wow this is a lot haha, don’t feel pressured to answer…i know it’s been a while! :)
HELLO I FINALLY REPLY. I MISSED YOU.
I’m so glad love! I’m sorry the world was so dark recently, but I’m proud of you for making your way out of it (I think it was less me cheering you one and more you being so brave and strong, I was simply an enthusiastic cheerleader😘). How are you today darling? And as I said before, I missed you too!! I’m doing good! Yesterday was busy, my friend surprised me with a visit on my way to my step mums and then we spent practically the whole day there and it was his first time meeting this bit of my family. And then we were up until 4 playing games on the Xbox🤣so it was a good day! Im taking the best care of myself that I can… whether that’s good care is subjective🤣what about you? I hope after your rough time you’re taking care of yourself? Not just the stuff you *have* to do, but just… self care? In whatever form of it that you feel your body needs? (Yes angel, you are overthinking it a little, don’t worry about it. It’s not weird at all, we can pick up where we left off no problem🫶🏼)
Yes well, no need for apologies. We take our time and go at our own paces🫶🏼
Oh I’m sorry love, that’s definitely sucky🤦I hope that side effect wears off soon and you can get more sleep☹️. Uh I’m sleeping in a new bed so sleep isn’t the easiest to come by, but I’m also sleeping in a lot so… it’s not so bad I guess? And yeah! It’s so easy to forget that the advice we give to others can apply to us too, and it’s advice that in a lot of cases we should be taking! And especially when it’s great advice! I guess sometimes we just need to hear from someone other than ourselves to truly grasp that it’s good advice? Nap dates must now become a thing, what could be better? Although probably not for like… a first date. I feel like that would get awkward quick. Me too! Love sleep! Love cuddles (in theory but shhhh)!
Yes… you have. Luckily with how cold it is, I occasionally freeze and I’m back to being a solid, but the second the weather warms up (or you once again melt me) I’ll be a liquid again. It’s tough out here being a liquid😔. I’m sorry it took you having a really horrible day to have that conversation, but I’m sososoSO fucking proud of you! Like are you kidding??? You DID THAT. So proud of you. But you have no reason to be embarrassed, it’s a natural response when you’re feeling that shit. Like, it takes one person asking “is everything okay?” At the perfect and very exact moment and suddenly the dam breaks and you’re sobbing. Everyone has it. It’s embarrassing but it really shouldn’t be. The way I think of it is like… I imagine someone else who’s not me who’s clearly really struggling suddenly breaking down into tears, and yeah I’d probably be a bit awkward in my methods of comfort, but I wouldn’t ever… shame them for it? Like that sounds nuts right? I’d be feeling sympathetic and wondering, what can I do here that’ll help them in some way? So yeah, you have nothing to be embarrassed about, grown ups cry too (hello am grown up (sort of), does cry. Much often. All the time. Love a good cry). And of course, no need to thank me for that. We all need reassurance sometimes, I need it all the time (mostly the reassurance that people didn’t start hating me since we last spoke😃) and I will gladly give you as much reassurance as you need sweetheart🫶🏼
You flatterer🤭thank you. One of me just for yourself… (ahem thats kinda…🤭🦋) hmmm well what if I just… mailed me over to you? That way no clones needed and you get your much deserved very own bigolgay😉
Ugh that’s the worst, I’m sorry you go through that, and that it happens so often that you’ve learnt what it feels like🤦. Once again, no reason to be embarrassed. BUT I totally get it. Like some things are the MOST embarrassing for literally no reason??? For example, you’re bowling and you’ve just thrown the bowling bowl, the walk back??? Humiliating. No matter how well or bad you did. Another example, scooting out of a booth at like restaurants. So embarrassing. Another (more extreme) one? The thought of getting hit by a car, but it not being bad enough that you need to go to the hospital?? LIKE WHAT DO I DO NOW?? Get up and walk away?? That’s so embarrassing and my worst nightmare. Omg using an umbrella?? Why is that so embarrassing? Anyway, moral of the story, things that really shouldn’t be embarrassing feel embarrassing and it makes no sense🤣and that includes your passing out, you find it embarrassing, but you have no reason to🫶🏼(sorry that went into a really weird rant lmao). Yes that’s a good idea, shoot me a quick message and I’ll drop everything and hurry my way over to you to catch you and keep you safe, not to brag but I’m like… pretty fast😌🙄well I’ll say the same to you, read over the messages you’ve sent me so far and witness how utterly sweet you are😌
Well I do know about that. I feel… endlessly lucky that you came to say hi to me. I mean if you hadn’t then think of all the brilliant conversations I would’ve missed out on? How much sweetness and loveliness I would’ve been deprived of??? Truly a nightmare scenario.
Hehe thank you! If I ever manage to think of anything motivational, I’ll let you know. But my brain doesn’t do motivational much I don’t think😂. WOAH WOAH WOAH. Hey, get that negative self talk stuff out of here darling. I had to reread that at least 10 times to make sure i was reading it right. And to be perfectly honest, im still not sure I am. Because in what world would you ever be considered “disappointing”??? I have met many people in my life and I’m going to meet so many more in the future, and I can confidently say with 100% certainty, that I have never and will never be disappointed upon meeting them… unless I meet someone who’s an asshole, then I’ll be disappointed. But you’re not an asshole. So I know for a fact that if I ever had the pleasure of getting to meet you, disappointment would be the furthest thing from my mind. So get that notion out of your head, because it is possibly the most ridiculous thing I’ve heard. Okay, sorry, that genuinely got me a bit heated then. Stop being so mean to yourself.
Hehe it’s okay, I don’t mind. I mean I’m getting to talk to you! You could be sending me one word messages and I’d still be luckier than some! But this is great, I get to have lotsssss of talking with you😌But same for you, no pressure about replying🫶🏼
#once again#you’re amazing sweetheart and while im sorry I got a bit preachy and ranty at you towards the end#i also can’t let you say things like that about yourself and not have lots to say about it????#and also again. I missed talking to you😌#a sweetheart has stumbled into my asks!
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Brain dump on the Almaty concert.
Set list (not necessarily in this order): Biz, Aperem Ai, Ah! Yah! Mah!, Kalay Karaisyn?, Señorita, Jurek, Ego, Su Asty, All I Need, Jur Mapelep, Lady, Kaytadan, Mooz, E.Yeah, Blue, Tartty, Ottegi, Why'm (acoustic version), Bari Biled, Abuse (I think?), Zulym, Oinamaqo, Aiyptama, and Men Emes. So pretty much everything from Gap save Dunie, plus the greatest hits. The big missing-in-action pieces were Darn and last year's songs (Suraqtar, Drift, Orik, Symbaim).
They may have reprised Aiyptama and Kaytadan a cappella as an encore, it was hard to tell where, exactly, the concert ended
also Bala cried during Kaytadan, in what is becoming a tradition
and after he cried Alem picked him up and threw him over his shoulder and then Ace spanked him, just in case you forgot this is an idol group in 2023
but otherwise they do not seem to have spent a lot of time talking. There must have been a brief break for a costume change but that was it as far as the onstage action flagging.
One of the stories suggested total attendance of 9,000, which seemed low to me, but then I found out that Almaty Arena seats only 12,000 for ice hockey. If that's the largest arena show they could get, that probably doesn't help our dudes make bank.
At some point an 8th-anniversary cake was brought onstage and Veronika and Zhadra were the ones bearing the cake, in what I thought was a genuinely nice symbolic point. (You can spin it as the wives being subordinate, but I prefer to read it as, Alem and ZaQ insisting to possibly unfriendly Eaglez that their wives deserve to be part of the greater Ninety One celebration.)
By that point all the staff was onstage and they appear, judging from the stories, to have thoroughly enjoyed themselves, good for them
With regard to concert presentation: I saw one story of "Blue" and thought, are we sure Ace isn't relying on background vocals? Then Bibotta posted a story closer to the stage where he was very clearly singing live, but the recorded vocals were playing loud enough that that's probably all you heard if you had one of the balcony seats.
But all in all they seem to have put on a good show, complete with golf carts, smoke guns, dramatic closeups, a cameo by a stuffed Minion, and sing-alongs.
And then... ? As usual my predictions were not quite right. We did indeed get Bala crying (and I'm pretty sure none of the other three were dry-eyed by the second run-through of "Kaytadan"), but in terms of clarification as to what happens now... it doesn't seem like it, and not just because of the translation issues. Ace apparently said from the stage, "We'll miss you." Azamat Demegen, who's been with them since the early Juz days, posted a story with the title "Fin," which could refer just to satisfaction at having completed all the requirements of staging a demanding performance, or... not. Ace just posted a story, at roughly 2 am local time, looking pleased and grateful to Eaglez and also like his contacts were not going to last five more minutes. The staff accounts in general do not sound like the reports of people worried they're about to lose their collective source of income. Apparently the guys did some press interviews immediately after the show, so we might get more information soon. Or, again, not.
tl;dr these guys are experienced pop stars who put on a good concert. I would like them to be able to continue to put on good concerts. I would even like, one day, to actually see one of these concerts. Will it ever happen? Who knows! I spent more time than I care to admit today refreshing Instagram, hoping for concrete information as to whether Ninety One is breaking up or merely admitting to needing a breather or precariously perched somewhere in between. If you have concrete information, please share. In the meantime we can all take comfort in knowing that somebody got to see "Ego" performed live.
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