#maybe this is a good way to pay tribute to her without having to sacrifice every defining characteristic of myself she hates
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Lovely Bride - First Wedding Night
The troops of the hamon tribe were decimated and only a few of the younger men, widowed wives and the elders were left. The pillarmen had taken over a temple on the shaded side of a mountain as their home and now that they were no longer threatened by legions of your tribe, they had simply taken up residence, coming at night to eat their fill, like some brutal taunt.
The elders, desperate to defend what they had, decided a sacrifice would be made to appease these gods. A peace offering in the hope they would show mercy.
That sacrifice would be you.
So, without a scrap of armor, or a weapon to defend yourself, dressed only in a thin, white dress and a wreath on your head, you were sent up to the temple to present yourself as an offering. The wreath was typically reserved for warriors. It was a sweet sentiment, although it felt borderline sarcastic when the village elder had placed it on your head to weigh down your bridal veil.
The elders weren't completely stupid, guarding all roads you might take that would lead you away from the temple and your certain demise. Meanwhile the woods were infested with vampires, created by the pillarmen to do their bidding, so going off the path wasn’t an option either.
The temple used to have statues of gods, seated on magnificent thrones, surveying your home village and the farmlands for miles. You could feel the sharp marble fragments strewn before the temple digging into your feet through your sandals as you entered, your gods destroyed and turned to dust, replaced by new gods, seated where their statues once sat.
The sun was setting and the ivory walls of the temple were coated in a sheen of gold, the pillars casting long shadows inside. You turned around. The sunset looked so beautiful over the mountains. The cool breeze and the warm evening air felt so soothing. For a moment you prayed you could simply be struck down and have this be your last sight on earth. Then your eyes fell lower, to the men and women of your tribe beginning to retreat. Even if you ran now, you wouldn't make it out of vampire territory before the sun went down fully. Might as well go plead for mercy on behalf of yourself and those cowards.
"This is no longer a temple to your gods, little one," a deep voice called out as you hesitantly crept further into the temple.
"N-Not the gods I used to know, your grace," you agreed, swallowing hard and trying to keep your breathing steady. You should have been trained in combat. You should have had a weapon. You should have had so many things you would never have, because surely you were about to be eaten.
"At least they're learning to pay proper tribute to you, masters," another one of them said, rising to his feet and approaching you. "She is dressed in wedding attire. What crime did a young bride commit to be sent here to us?"
You felt your face grow hot with humiliation while your heart was pounding with fear. You wanted to run, retreat into the last, fleeting rays of sunshine of your final day, but remained frozen. Your embarrassment was exasperated by the other two laughing behind the one that had approached you.
"I believe they may have dressed her as a bride to us, dear Wamuu,” the one on the left said. You nodded, keeping your head down as he too approached you. “The hamon tribe sends its prettiest young bride as a peace offering. How endearing,” he laughed, raising your chin. Your veil did not hide your face, though you wished it did, so it could hide your flaming red face from his burning gaze.
He was massive, with orange warpaint on his face and a nose ring. The false gods your people had carved from marble did not look so divine. Their bronze skin had never seen the light of day and was smooth as glass, their muscles sculpted to perfection, and maybe it was your imagination but the fingers cupping your jaw felt so warm, like shimmering copper in the sun. Not even the best warriors of your tribe could match the physical perfection of these gods. No husband your tribe could have offered could have bested them in battle. And no man would stare at you as hungrily as they did then.
“As a bride to you, my masters? I don’t understand. Is she meant to be a servant or a morsel?” Wamuu asked, looking you over more closely. "Surely they did not assume for you to take this human as an equal in marriage?" he pointed out, sounding gravely offended by the notion.
"Hamon warriors do not take their married wives or consorts as equals. One is always subjugated to the stronger party. Most are treated well, but as a bride, she would be property either way," the one still seated explained. The last muted rays of the sun died and fires around the temple lit as if by magic. You could see them clearly now, even the one seated. He was almost bare, but his hair was kept covered under a tight headdress. His skin was paler and his face more delicate and beautiful than either of his counterparts. He wore a wry smile, like a cat owner receiving a dead mouse, appreciating the sentiment, but annoyed with the gift.
"So she is a slave... Or just food..." Wamuu concluded.
"If you accept me as a sacrifice... That is up to your discretion," you answered, praying they would have you as a slave then. You could cope with being a temple priestess. Even if you were worked to the bone, it would be no different than the life you might have led otherwise. You were already well into meritable age and you had contemplated such a life before, rather than be a wife.
"And what if we do not accept?" the one cupping your jaw asked.
"Esidisi, you're scaring her. Release her face before she wets herself," the one still seated, ordered in a teasing tone. You felt a flash of indignation at the implication you might lose control over yourself like that, but obviously you knew better than to argue.
"Still, what is to stop us from killing you, even if we refuse the peace your people so clearly want from this sacrifice? How much do they stand to lose by giving you?" Esidisi asked, more so to Wamuu and his master than you, but you reluctantly answered.
"Nothing, my masters... That is entirely up to you... I humbly surrender and offer myself and I pray for your mercy on my people..." you said, your hands nervously clutching the little bouquet of flowers and herbs an elder had hastily shoved into your hands before sending you off.
"No," the one on the throne said, but he kept his hand raised for the other two to stand down. "You have displayed adequate tribute and respect. It would be an awful waste to end your life when you came here prepared to surrender your body and soul, little one. Your people sent you to die, expecting mercy from us. They will not be spared on behalf of your sacrifice," he decided.
"Shall we make her a vampire?" Wamuu asked.
"No, she has sworn servitude to us, Wamuu. It will be good to have a follower like her who can embrace the light of day," he said, standing up and approaching you. You felt such overwhelming relief to be told you would be spared, but at the same time there was a wave of nauseating despair knowing that no one in your tribe would be.
"P-Please... Wait... M-My..." you stammered. Their eyes were all on you now and you fell to your knees, begging. "My sister and her two daughters... They are innocent in all this. Please spare their lives, I beg of you!" you pleaded. It was the least you could do. The one thing you dared to risk your life begging for. There was a long moment of silence.
"I'd say she makes a reasonable plea, lord Kars. It's not as if they would hinder us in any way," Esidisi said after a while.
"Fine. You seek them out then. See to it they are exiled by the next sunset so their village can be dealt with swiftly. The rest of them shall be free to enjoy one last night of peace by merit of their sacrifice," Kars said, walking back and kicking a small box of gold and jewels his way. "This should be adequate to keep them alive. Tell them their sacrifice is dead. I don't want some hard-headed buffoon thinking they can reclaim our dear bride to be by attacking us come morning," he instructed.
Your sister would think you were dead. Esidisi's orders for her and her daughters to be exiled would most likely sound like spite, and the people of your tribe would cheer none of them were killed that night. It wouldn't be until the next nightfall that they would learn. A night of mercy was more than could have been expected from a meager sacrifice such as yourself, when they had made a meal of your village's warriors and any who stood in their way.
You felt tears brimming in your eyes, but you could only thank them for showing mercy, something you were assured they were incapable of. You had your forehead pressed to the floor, whispering a litany of thanks, even as your voice cracked from crying.
"You should feel honoured lord Kars considers you a bride, human. It is a privilege no mortal has been granted before you," Wamuu said.
Esidisi picked up the box of jewels and hoisted you to your feet again. It didn't feel like being lifted, not in the way you knew. It was hard to place at first, but when friends or family had lifted you before you could feel they exerted themselves, hoisting you up in a way you were supported and it was less of a strain to keep holding you. When Esidisi lifted you it felt like a force of nature, effortless, and he could have probably thrown you like a rag doll without having to exert himself.
"Human, did you hear what Wamuu said?” Esidisi asked.
“That it is a great privilege. I understand, my lord…” you repeated, teary eyed and wreath askew.
“I have a feeling you don’t,” Kars said, while Esidisi turned to leave and pass on his master’s message as ordered. “As Wamuu said, it is unheard of for one of our kind to take a human bride, since our wedded partners are our equals. Given that I have accepted your betrothal on behalf of all three of us, that puts you in a uniquely powerful position, for a human that is. I had previously only taken Esidisi as my love and equal,” Kars explained, giving another amused smirk at your dumbfounded expression.
Wamuu looked less amused, which was frankly the only part of this interaction you did understand. Hell yeah you’d be pissed if your master decided for you you’d both be married to this scrawny, thing with the lifespan of a mouse and its marital status would put said mouse above you.
“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself. For the time being, you will answer to Wamuu as well as Esidisi and myself. You are however free to command the vampires and you will be safe from harm,” Kars said, retrieving another item and presenting it to you.
“With your permission, Wamuu,” he said, holding up the gold ring for him to inspect as well.
“I would never question your judgement, lord Kars,” he answered noncommittally.
“She is your betrothed as she is mine now, Wamuu. Try to act more warmly to your bride,” his master chided, wrapping an arm around your waist and sinking his hand into your chest, ring and all. “This is a wedding ring of death, dear one. It will begin to dissolve in exactly thirty days, taking your life. If you try to run or betray us in any way, or if Wamuu and Esidisi chose to reject you, you will not receive the antidote which I keep on my person at all times. Consider it your engagement ring,” he explained.
Honestly, the thought of escaping hadn’t even crossed your mind anymore. Your thoughts had ground to a halt about a while ago, around the time you expected to be dead, but with the money your sister had been given you might actually survive if you ran and found them. It was unlikely, but not impossible.
Well, it would be impossible now. Thirty days to win their trust and be regarded as an equal to the gods. You had no choice but to accept, you concluded, as his hand withdrew from your chest, leaving not the faintest scar.
“Which leaves only the matter of consummating our marriage,” Kars said, positively smirking now.
If he hadn’t been holding you, you would have fallen over and most likely hit your head.
“Perhaps you should release her before she wets herself, my lord,” Wamuu interjected, arms crossed and salty as hell. His master chuckled, his free arm snaking around Wamuu’s waist to pull him close and whisper in his ear.
“Don’t get jealous now, dear Wamuu. I’ll let you do the honours if you feel so strongly about her,” he murmured, Wamuu’s face turning faintly red in the warm firelight. You were lifted up like a house cat and placed into Wamuu’s arms, while Kars turned around and left.
“We were meant to exterminate the remainder of the hamon tribe tonight, but since that is no longer in our plans, I have something else to attend to. I’ll be back before morning. Treat her gently. She is mine and Esidisi’s bride as well as she is yours,” he ordered before vanishing in a flash.
The pillarman holding you cast a sharp glance in your direction, though his expression softened slightly as he began to carry you deeper into the temple, underground where they resided during the day. You couldn’t see a thing in the darkness, but your soon to be husband carried you with ease, never slowing or hesitating in his stride.
“I-If you don’t want me, you don't have to do anything. It’d be cruel to force you,” you said, clinging to him as if there was even a slight chance you’d fall.
“I am not being forced,” Wamuu said simply. “You’re a virgin human. If I leave you untouched, my masters will know. Even if you have bedded your own kind before, they would know if you did not share my bed tonight,” he said, laying you down somewhere soft and comfortable. You looked and groped around, trying to figure out where you were and where your partner had gone when you heard him sigh. “Right, I forgot how poor your sight is in the dark,” he said, lighting several candles by his bedside. You could see the modest bedroom now, with a bed made for two, but just barely big enough for the massive god. There were soft rugs and some weapons on display. You recognised them as weapons of your tribe, trophies. Other than that there was a basin of water and fabrics that could be either rags or clothes on a table to the side and the stone masks you knew would turn people into bloodsucking monsters.
“Thank you for the light,” you said, trying to calm your racing heart. This god before you, this giant of a man who had brought terror to your people, was about to claim your first time to consummate a marriage between you. You were scared, but you’d be lying to say you weren’t excited. His cruelty in battle aside, he was a vision to behold, capable of showing you mercy, so you bravely held on to the hope you might bear through this ordeal unharmed.
Wamuu hummed softly in acknowledgement, bringing a small pitcher over to the bedside as well. Feeling the heavy weight of his gaze on you, you concluded it would probably be in your best interest to disrobe before he became impatient with you. Your hands still shook slightly as you lifted the wreath from your head and placed it on the table with your veil, then proceeded to undo the girdle around your waist so you could slip off the soft, white robes they had sent you in. Your husband was supposed to do this and the knot was a pain to get undone, but he seemed generally unfamiliar with your wedding customs.
“These wreaths, they are given to the strongest warriors of your kind, are they not?” he asked, to which you shook your head.
“To the bravest. Not the strongest, necessarily, hence why they saw fit to give it to me, instead of the flower crown most brides wear,” you answered, face burning with embarrassment.
He watched as you shed your dress, naked and shaved smooth to appeal to the flawless pillarmen, clasping your hands tightly behind your back to keep yourself from covering up. He picked up the wreath and placed it back on your head, before lifting you up and laying you back on the bed.
“I only admire strength. Those who are victorious in battle are the only ones deserving of honour… but at the very least I can respect your strength and bravery, my bride,” he said. His words made you feel proud of your wreath and of yourself for the first time that evening and you managed a genuine smile. “I suppose you never expected to bed one of our kind, even when you were sent as a bride, did you?” he asked, taking the pitcher and pouring some of its contents onto his hands. It smelled nice, like cedarwood and fresh cut herbs.
“I was under the assumption your touch would always be fatal to humans, unless hamon prevented you from consuming them,” You answered, to which he chuckled. His hands, slick with the scented oil, caressed your bare skin.
“I can touch without hurting, just as you can kiss without biting,” he explained, which did make a little sense.
You couldn’t help but whimper as he stroked you. Warm, massive hands, that could snap your bones if he just decided he was done with you, were rubbing the scented oil into your thighs, your hips and venturing further with every stroke. Nothing could have prepared you for this.
That morning when the elders sent some servant girls and old maids to cleanse you and doll you up for your ‘wedding’ and it had been nothing but stressful, with you futilely struggling every step of the way.
Wamuu wasn’t touching or rubbing scents on you to make you a fit bride. He was trying to make the following step more comfortable for you by helping you relax. The amount of care he was showing you in compared to what you had been told to expect from him, or even what to expect from a human husband, made you feel safe.
Belatedly you realized you were still wearing your sandals that laced up to just below your knee, but he didn’t seem to mind, prying them loose and unwinding the laces with steady hands while slowly kissing down your legs.
“Wamuu…” you whispered, feeling him chuckle against your skin as he left a warm trail of kisses up to your stomach.
“I like the sound of my name on your lips. If you are to be my wife, you may address me as such,” he purred. “Speaking of, little one, what is your name?” he asked.
You burst out laughing. To think you had gone this far while neither he nor his companions knew you by name. It was too crazy for words. “(Y/N). It’s (Y/N), my dear Wamuu,” you answered.
“My dear (Y/N),” he whispered, pressing his lips to yours. To your people an engagement wasn’t complete until a ring was given and the couple had kissed. Again, you felt like you’d come awful far before your first kiss, but you were happy to have it regardless.
“Your lip ring is in the way,” you couldn’t help but giggle.
“It is far less disruptive than your talking,” he responded, but you could tell his scolding was in good humor that time.
“May I touch you?” you asked, gasping as his hands found your chest, touching just a bit too roughly. It was clear you were more delicate than what he was used to, but he was learning quickly.
“You may,” he answered, leaning ever so slightly into your hand when you cupped his cheek. “Perhaps my lord saw something in you. Something I am starting to see as well,” he whispered, one hand caressing down your stomach until his fingers were stroking a place no one had ever touched you before.
“P-Please be gentle…” you whispered, one hand gripping the hairs on the back of his neck while the other locked around his wrist. You couldn’t wrap your hand all the way around and even though you felt like you were gripping too hard, digging in your nails, he didn’t budge an inch.
“As gentle as I can. Even if it takes all night,” he assured you, a single finger breaching you slowly, still slick with oil and your own wetness. “Try to relax.”
“It’s supposed to hurt, isn’t it…?” you asked. It’s what you were always told. It was what every other woman had always told you, but Wamuu merely chuckled again.
“Lord Kars would not have entrusted you to me if I would hurt you. Only an unskilled lover would inflict pain while making love to you,” he said, gently working his finger against your inner walls until you learned to relax as you were told. More of the fragrant oil was poured onto his fingers and he added a second, working you open.
You could hardly believe how good it was starting to feel. The stretch of his two massive fingers burned a little, but nothing hurt. The warm, solid caress of those digits was sending sparks of pleasure all through your core and you couldn’t help but moan.
“Never thought I’d see a member of the hamon tribe gasping for breath so soon,” he teased, kissing your lips once more. There was no urgency to the way he touched you, no rush to get to the main event, like he could really spend all night touching you like this, until your mind was blank and your legs were shaking.
You wanted to make a quip back about how he just never stuck two fingers in the right place before, but his tongue was in your mouth and you were too overwhelmed to speak. The heel of his hand pressed lightly against your clit while he worked you and you found yourself rocking your hips to meet his touch.
“Hmmm~ Feels so good… Feels so good, Wamuu… A-Ah! Please more~” you mewled sweetly. You felt him move and were about to open your eyes and look up, expecting him to undress and take you then, but you were once again surprised. Before you’d even thought to question what he was doing you could feel his warm tongue shamelessly licking at your wet cunt.
You yelped and put both hands on his head, nearly impaling one on the sharp horn that had started to show. “D-Don’t put your mouth there!” you demanded.
“Why? You like it,” he asked, repeating the motion to demonstrate. You could feel your limbs turn weak with pleasure, sapping your strength like a bad bout of laughter, but still tried to push him away.
“T-That’s dirty… Y-You’d serve a human like that, just… Because I like it?” you asked, your cheeks burning red. You could feel the wedding ring against your rapidly beating heart, reminding you of its presence.
“I feel I must remind you, I eat some humans whole. No part of you is too dirty for me to eat,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and gripping your hips, lifting you up so your legs were thrown over his shoulders.
“H-Hah! What are you doing?!” you yelped, embarrassingly exposed in this position.
“I’ll serve you any way that pleases you and my masters. I quite enjoy the taste of you, my sweet little morsel,” he said, eagerly continuing his previous task. He had his face buried between your thighs like he didn’t need to breathe, eating you out as if he truly adored every second of it, licking into your exposed pussy and sucking at your clit.
Too late you realized your pleasure had reached a boiling point, shocking you with the toe-curling climax that had you screaming your lovers name. For a few minutes your whole world was a blissful tide of pleasure, amplified by the the pillarman still licking at your twitching, little cunt, albeit with slightly more restraint.
“See? You like it,” he said, gently lowering you back onto the bed.
“I do…” you agreed, out of breath and high on endorphins. You’d never experienced anything that intense before in your life. “I should thank you,” you said, smiling and wiping your hair from your face as you sat up.
“You wish to pleasure me, little one? I’m not sure if you’re quite ready for that,” he responded, sitting back on his haunches and undoing the loincloth that kept him covered. You nearly fell over backwards at the weapon he revealed and the shock must have shown on your face because he burst out laughing again.
“I-I can do it! Don’t laugh!” you tried to insist, but it was no use. Wamuu’s massive, uncut cock was as thick as your forearm and maybe as long. It was rock hard and lined with thick, pulsing veins like every other part of him. “I got you excited, didn’t I?” you asked, red faced. For all you knew a god like him was ready to go whenever.
“That you did, dear (Y/N), and I know I will enjoy every second of claiming you as my bride, but I did promise I would do so with care,” he said, even as you leaned in to inspect him more closely. You almost managed to wrap your fingers all the way around, but at the thickest part it became hard just to keep a solid grip. “You truly have never touched a man before, have you?” he asked, smirking as he wrapped his hand around yours to guide your strokes.
“Would you have preferred I had?” you asked, feeling a little shiver at the thought of having this inside you.
“No. I would kill any human who had dared to touch you. None of them are worthy of you,” he said, your heart pounding so hard you thought your pulse might snap your engagement ring.
“I’m not worthy of you…” you mumbled, still constantly wary of what he was and what he could do. It was so mind boggling how these gods had chosen you, not just as prey, but as an equal.
“You are, dear (Y/N),” Wamuu said sternly, pushing you back against the heaping furs and pushing three fingers inside without any aid from the oil he needed previously. “You are smart, sensible, kind and brave above all else. Don’t ever doubt Lord Kars’ judgement or my devotion to you,” he said, once again making you tremble. No man had ever tried to make you feel so treasured, nor as empowered as Wamuu tried to make you feel. It was enough to push down the feelings of fear that whimpered timidly in the back of your mind. The ancient instinct telling you to fear this predator on top of you melting in the face of a very different primal instinct.
“I-I won’t. I promise,” you agreed, spreading your legs for him to continue opening you up. Your muscles felt less tense than before and you were already so slick you were dripping all over the bedding beneath you.
“Feels like you’re almost ready,” your husband purred softly, adding a fourth finger, just for good measure and pushing them in as deep as they would go, his thumb rubbing against your clit. You shrieked and threw your head back, nearly cross eyed at the sudden pressure against the deepest parts of your virgin pussy. “I can’t wait to see the face you’ll make when I’m fucking you. I almost wish my masters could be here to see you like this, looking so eager to be impaled on the cock you feared would split you in half. Almost...” he rumbled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way.
“Your first time is mine and mine alone, my precious little bride. Your beautiful, untouched body all mine to pleasure, to ravage and to claim,” he said, his voice deep with lust and pride, but softened by a sincere reverence.
“Please, Wamuu… I want to be yours...” you pleaded. The pillar man let out an almost feral growl, pulling his fingers out and stroking his massive cock.
“As you wish, little one, but prepare for me to ravish you till morning,” he warned, slicking up his length with more oil until it was glistening in the candlelight.
You were lifted up as if you weighed nothing once more, bracing your hands against his broad shoulders and sharing a sweet kiss before he started to lower you slowly onto his dick.
It still felt like being split in half, but you wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world, screaming against his chest until he stopped, holding you still until you ran out of air to cry out with. The pain was minimal, but it still hurt, although you hardly expected something that big to be easy to take, no matter how much your lover prepared you.
“You’re bleeding,” he whispered into your hair, curled protectively around you while he waited for some sign from you that he could move. “Forgive me, beloved… but I’m not sure I’ll be able to treat you as gently as I promised…” he said, his voice bordering on a low growl.
You tried to catch your breath, your brain already operating at half its usual capacity before. “T-That’s…. alright… It’s normal… F-For a first time... “ you said, nuzzling against him with a soft smile. “You’ve been gentle, Wamuu… A-Ah, please… Want you to feel good now. Fuck me... Use me,” you murmured, feeling the vibrations in his chest when he moaned in response. You still whined and squirmed when he eased his hold on you again, letting gravity force his cock deeper and deeper inside your small, human form.
Your legs were weak, but you wouldn’t have been able to support yourself with how far you had to spread your legs to accommodate Wamuu’s thighs between yours.
“Your blood is like the sweetest ambrosia, beloved,” he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly against your cheek. “So delicate and sweet… not a hint of fear in your beautiful (E/C) eyes,” he praised. “My dear (Y/N) forgive me for what I am about to do.”
He placed both hands back on your hips, lifting you up and slamming you back down hard. His first thrust was enough to knock the wind out of you, gasping and whimpering, building to full on cries of pleasure as he gained a steady pace, allowing you to breathe.
There was no finesse or technique to his fucking. He’d been a gentle and attentive lover all night. Now he fucked you the way he fought, hard and merciless. The harsh bucking of his hips should have been enough to knock you off his lap and off the bed, but his unyielding grip on your hips kept pulling you down onto him with inhuman force, like being strapped to an angry bull. The size of him wasn’t far off with that comparison either, feeling the pressure of his cock ramming into you up against your stomach. You’d never have a perfectly flat or rock solid tummy, but you could still see the bump of his dick rubbing inside you.
Your lover was completely lost in his own pleasure, using you just as you’d asked, while you could only squeal and try to hang on to avoid whiplash. The words from his lips were a mix of broken praises in your language, mixed with some phrases you couldn’t make out, in what you could only assume was his native tongue. Your entire body would be battered and bruised tomorrow, but the pleasure of being made love to so carnally had your mind in a haze.
There was no way of telling how long he managed to keep fucking you like this, but you could almost feel the tension in his body rising and the way he struggled to hold back for your sake. He was tethering on the edge of climax, but unable to achieve it without causing serious harm to you in this position.
You found yourself thrown back face down onto the bed, bouncing lightly and trying to get your arms and legs under yourself on reflex when the bed dipped on either side of you and you could feel the looming shadow of the pillarman falling over you. Rather than feeling scared, it was almost comforting now, his absence leaving you feeling empty and trembling with need.
Before you could get a word in you could feel him pressing the head of his cock back against your abused opening, pinning you down to the bed and resuming his frantic pace. The angle was different now, his thrusts ramming hard against a spot that made you see stars.
He wasn’t holding anything back, but with your body supported by the soft bed you weren’t being bounced around as much while your lover took his pleasure. You dug your nails into a soft pillow, biting into it to muffle your screams as you could feel yourself once again approaching climax from the rough treatment.
“Incredible… So perfect, my darling… Hah… Please just a bit more. Endure it for me just a little bit longer…” he murmured in between grunts, suddenly grabbing your hips again and pinning you to the bed, slamming in as deep as possible before going rigid as stone.
Your eyes fluttered shut, a drawn out whine of your husbands name muffled into the pillow as your own orgasm came over you, amplified by the sensation of the god flooding your insides with his release.
You had no idea how much to expect. ‘More than from a human’ seemed reasonable, but that still gave you no margin for how much it would be. Either way you were confident in your assumption the load of cum that made you look as if you were already pregnant was a lot.
He pulled out after a long minute where you thankfully managed to catch your breath. By then there was already a puddle between your thighs of whatever you were unable to hold.
“Forgive my lack of restraint, beloved. Your resilience is admirable,” he said, gently scooping you up and placing you back into his lap, indifferent to the mess.
“Don’t apologize. With your strength, I’m probably lucky to be in one piece,” you said, leaning against his chest.
“I wouldn’t allow myself to ever inflict that much harm… however, I feel my masters would have shown more self restraint…” he said. “When will you have recovered enough to take more?”
“I don’t really know. I-…” You trailed off, noticing he was already hard and ready to go again. “You really meant all night.” It was an observation, not a question, but he nodded regardless.
“The night will be over around the time those candles burn out,” he said, since the catacombs under the temple were dark as a tomb, not a sliver of sunlight to alert you of the coming day. The candles had burned up about halfway, but much of the first half of the night was spent preparing you.
“Well, lord Kars did give you a mission to fulfill,” you said softly, smiling when the pillarman grinned back at you and pinned you back to the bed.
“Will you face me this time, my dear (Y/N)?”
“Yes, please~”
#jjba#jojo's bizzare adventure x reader#pillarmen#wamuu x reader#jjba wamuu#kars x reader#esidisi x reader#chapter 1#not sfw
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Beyond The Veil: Chapter 2
The process to set up the identity and quirk registry was laughably easy. A few dead parents there, guardianship placed under a ‘family friend’ (Eras) here, a few medical appointment files and normal average family shit and ta dah! You have a fake identity!
It took maybe a month to backdate everything and erase any feeling of fakeness from the identity. That left Eras with 3 months to go through their businesses, all under different identities that have nothing to do with each other yet are run by the same person, and take some money out of her bank account to pay for the tuition when the time comes.
When she was done, one Muska Viridis had an application to sign in on testing day and a fool proof identity for when she attended the actual school. Sure she still had to pass but considering her abilities that wouldn’t be too hard.
Eras spent the last 2 months until the exam outlining everything that would be considered for the written portion of the exam and helping Muska study. It was, sadly, the reason for the nickname “teacher mommy” that became her phone's contact name for the rest of the time before the exam and Eras hated it. Which didn’t help with getting the nickname removed at all.
When the exam day came, Eras had to drag a sleeping witch out of her bed and shoved her towards her closet to get ready. The groaning and complaints fell on deaf ears as Eras literally wore noise canceling headphones for that exact reason. Heading to her own closet in the observatory, Eras got dressed in her protective motorcycle gear since she was the one driving Muska to the school. Hell to the no were they going to ride a train with people on it.
They met at the door and Eras handed Muska the extra helmet that was black with cat ears. A tribute to Tibbles. Speaking of the familiar, Muska said good bye and started cackling after the meow that followed. Again, Eras lamented being unable to hear the cat.
They walked together to the bike, a sleek motorcycle that was black besides the neon green highlights. Muska commented on the fact that Eras was obsessed with the color which only led to a snort of acceptance. Eras was self aware afterall.
A speedy delivery got them to the School gates of the obnoxiously sized highschool and Eras could practically feel the nerves coming off her friend. Ignoring all the looks from other examinees as they saw two people riding on what looked like a motorcycle from the future dressed in all black, (Eras had 5 PhD’s, she def built a motorcycle that trumps all the others) Eras flipped up her helmets visor and stared at Muska as she hopped off and took off her helmet.
“Kick ass witch bitch,” giving a smile of encouragement, Eras suppressed a fist bump in victory when Muska snorted and stopped being as nervous as before.
“You got it Teacher Mommy.”
Eh, some things are worth the sacrifice. If Muska stops being as nervous when she cracks that joke then Eras will only glare for a few seconds.
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Ok, Muska thought as she approached the sign in table, just gotta kick gum and chew ass.
Stopping momentarily to gather her thoughts because that obviously was not what she meant to think, she allowed herself at least a snort and kept walking. Eras’s words followed her all the way to the written exam room and as she watched the other students file in.
Calming herself down, Muska kept all her focus on the task at hand. Vaguely she registered a green mop of hair sitting in front of her and a blond off the side of the green student. Ha, Eras would like him, she idly thought as the proctor walked in and introduced himself as the Pro hero ectoplasm.
Ignoring the excited vibrations coming off the student in front of her, she had practice with that since Eras would vibrate and gesture animatedly whenever speaking of the things she enjoyed, Muska watched as the exam booklets were passed out. Hopefully the exams were structured better to retain attention then the old standard tests in America but she had doubts.
To her surprise, the exam actually was structured differently. It was easier to read at least. At the end there were two questions that were moral based. Smart, considering she was applying for heroics.
What do you think of how today's society portrays heroes?
And
What's your opinion on the labels people put on quirks?
Oh, this was not what she was expecting. Despite being out of the loop physically, the media was always a good place to stay in touch with society. Eras was the one of the two to actually make trips into society monthly for necessities and to check up on her business attachments, yet Muska made sure to stay in touch. She really didn’t want to walk into town one day and understand nothing like a boomer.
This meant she knew exactly what to write.
When she finished those last two moral questions, she found herself finished an hour before the time was up. What the hell did Eras do to her? That was not a normal study cram if it meant she finished this early. Getting up, as was allowed, and ignoring the stares she walked up to Ectoplasm and dropped off her test before immediately leaving out the right side door to the waiting room. Not stopping to see the surprise mixed with fear on Ectoplasm's face.
(Somewhere a rat was cackling as he watched the cams to the written exam room.)
Thankfully, she was allowed to have her phone while waiting for the next part of the hero course requirement. The practical. Scrolling through her phone, she was somewhat aware of the slowly filling waiting room. It was a nice room, filled with chairs and bean bags. She was melting into a purple bean bag chair of her own, ironically her hair was the same color so it added to the effect.
An hour and a half passed before the group of examinees that stayed behind for the practical portion were led to a theater where an obnoxiously loud hero called Present Mic called their attention. Muska snuck a picture and sent it to Eras and said “Present Mic? Presentation Microphone.” not waiting for the response since she knew what to expect, Muska paid attention to the lecture.
A few “YEAHS?!?!?!?” That fell on stressed students with no outward reaction later, a boy with navy blue hair and robotic movements stood up with a raised hand. She already hated him.
After Presentation Microphone called on him with a “Yes Little Listener!?” Muska had to sit through one of the worst types of questions she had ever heard, literally they have an exam brief packet he was getting to that robot, and a fucking ettiqute lesson that was definitely not deserved.
She took her foot off of the empty seat in front of her and slammed it onto the floor. The steel toed combat boots caused a resounding sharp thud that silenced the students as she leaned back and spoke.
“Now I don’t know exactly why your panties are in a twist but Presentation Microphone over there was getting to the section of the packet if you would just shut up and wait. What are you going to do as a real hero? Rush the debriefer? Also, did you seriously call out someone for muttering and saying they're not serious about the exam when that's a natural way for some people to think? What did you want him to do? To not take this seriously just to be quiet? Unruly hair too? That's just rude, do you not know what the word curly means? Shut up you pretentious asshole.”
The navy blue boy in question was left a spluttering mess as he slowly descended into his seat. Present Mic looked stunned on stage before he hid a snort with his hand, which Muska definitely noticed, and shook his head before grabbing the students attention to continue. She could have sworn that the Blond hottie that she noticed before was shaking a bit with restrained laughter. Huh.
After skimping on the locker room, she never went to any middle school still in existence so she wore athletic gear to the exam, Muska loaded onto the bus for her exam site and waited until they were finally moving. She noticed that blue boy was also on her bus, still seeming shocked by what transpired earlier and Greenie was sparing her glances filled with curiosity and awe. Oh god, attention.
Thankfully, after her show earlier, people avoided talking to her. She walked up to the front near the gate and had the perfect view of a now normal again blue boy heading towards Greenie who seemed to have something to say to someone up front near her. Making sure he felt it, Muska glared. Putting a bit of energy behind it so that the boy felt it. Indeed, blue felt it and started to look around as Greenie escaped without knowing it. When the blue boy's attention landed on her he jumped. A feeling of satisfaction followed as he immediately avoided doing what he was about too.
Turns out, Greenie wanted to thank a bobbed brunette with permanent blush for saving him from tripping earlier. Wow, so nefarious. Suddenly Present Mic called out for attention and merely said ‘go’.
Fueled by chaotic energy and the ability to complain if she was wrong, Muska immediately set off into a sprint into the city to find a high building to crouch on. She noticed greenie had done the same and soon Blue passed by with car-like speed.
Ah, a speed quirk.
Deciding on a building of interest, Muska scaled it with help from the energy that surrounded her. She could feel that she really needed to use her quirk more often considering it was draining faster than she expected. She had enough to take out some scraps of metal but not enough to use continuously to enhance her physically. Thankfully, having a vampire best friend meant she had to be at least better than normal athletically. Eras, the bastard, didn’t have the word fatigue in their vocabulary. Being dead had perks.
Plus they lived on a mountain. Even walking was a form of exercise.
After scouting where she wanted to go, Muska made her way through back alley areas that were neglected and filled with 2 and 3 pointers. Perfect prey. Borrowing from Eras’s vocabulary, it was time to hunt.
Scraped robot after scraped robot, Muska lost count about how many points she had grabbed, time passing by fast yet indescribably slow at the same time. Soon enough, a rumble followed by shaking ground followed the 5 minute warning. Turning her attention up, past the buildings guarding the alley way she was in, she saw a fucking skyscraper of a robot.
What kind of high school exam bullshit is this????
Suddenly, the energy in the air and surrounding harmony spiked, gathering nearby into the shape of a person who was charging towards the robot. Dropping what she was doing, Muska ran. The energy was impressive. The largest she has ever seen used before and that's saying something.
Once she reached the open main road where the 0-pointer was terrorizing innocents, Muska sucked in a harsh breath. Brown hair was stuck under a slab and greenie was the origin of all that energy. It was pouring directly into his fist and legs, none of it staying in the main body as protection for whatever they were going to do. She cursed and started running towards brown hair first. She wasn’t going to be able to convince greenie in time to save his limbs if she wanted to help out Brown from being turned into a concrete slab.
Reaching the girl just as Greenie jumped and Muska had the sinking realization that they did in fact break their limbs, Muska flipped the concrete off and assessed the damage. A small fracture in her left ankle but otherwise unharmed. Nausea, but that looks to be quirk exhaustion in effect. Lightly touching the ankle, Muska focused on mending the bone beneath the skin, welding it back together and accelerating the healing.
Just as the girl's face started to lose some of it’s pale pain filled expression, Muska saw the exact moment when she looked up and probably saw Greenie do whatever caused that loud slam.
Suddenly, Brownie jumped up and slapped something, hard. Snapping her gaze up, Muska caught sight of greenie, positioned to slam into the ground, with a broken arm and legs, floating.
“Oh? Guess your quirk can turn obviously injured people into kites huh?” Muska said, all snark and sarcasm like usual. Newly dubbed GravityGirl looked like the snort she gave in response hurt, which while nauseous probably did.
Walking over and holding her arms out underneath greenie, Muska nodded to GravityGirl to release her quirk, leaving Greenie to fall into her arms bridal style. All knight in shining arm vibes as well.
“Hey Green, what the fuck were you thinking not protecting your body from that much energy?” Muska asked, there was obviously enough power in whatever greenie did (probably punched the bot) to wreck a city block let alone a robot designed to be destroyed.
Greenie looked shocked and devolved into a stuttering apology for whatever reason and Muska sighed. Then his eyes lit up and he went off on a tangent of questions about Muska’s probable quirk and what it probably could do.
Muska just nodded and listened as she sent a questioning glance to GravityGirl who gave a thumbs up despite the pale face. Feeling for Recovery Girl's presence, Muska jerked her head in the nurses direction and walked with Greenie still in her arms. Not that the guy could walk if he was put down.
When Greenie noticed he was rambling he slapped a hand over his mouth and started apologizing for bothering her, which didn’t sit well with Muska. That was a red flag.
“It's fine green, My quirks called energy manipulation which I can use in several ways,” Muska started, technically the healing wasn’t her quirk but that didn’t need to be known, “I can use it to sense other energy, make myself invisible, make a forcefield as a shield, and solidify it to act as solid ground in the air as well as boost myself physically in needed scenarios like climbing a wall, etcetera.”
“That's so cool! And oh my god I started rambling about your quirk despite not even telling you my name! I didn’t get to thank you earlier as well for defending me! My name's Midoriya Izuku.”
Whelp, greenies got a very green name, Muska thought with a suppressed snort.
“My name's Mus- well I guess I should introduce myself as Viridis Muska here. I’m used to first names then last. How about you GravityGirl?”
Said girl perked up at being included and smiled a million watt smile.
“Uraraka Ochako! GravityGirl is an adorable nickname! I've been wanting that as my hero title since I was a kid! But wait, used to introducing your first name before last? Are you not from japan?” She asked, tilting her head despite her wobbly steps to follow.
“Yea, I'm from Canada but I’ve been in japan for a few years now. Old habits die hard.”
They walked with small talk towards Recovery girl, Midoriya was still stuttering hard though so that's another red flag. It didn’t feel like shyness and more like learned nervousness. However, unless they saw each other in school, she couldn’t do much about it. When they came up to Recovery girl, Muska watched bemused as the older woman ripped into them for not being careful with themselves. Especially Midoriya. Muska was able to get away scott free and with some extra energizing gummies that were interesting. Maybe she could use them for something or at least figure out how they were made.
As she headed to the gate, Muska caught sight of a familiar figure leaned up against a motorcycle off the the left in front of the gate. The last bits of tension left her shoulders as she approached.
“How’d it go?” Eras asked, helmet still on and hiding her facial expression but the smirk could be heard in the tone.
Swatting a shoulder as she grabbed the extra helmet she sighed.
“Thanks to your personal version of hell and undead perks, The written exam was a breeze and I was more than ready for a light jog with the occasional scuffle with fucking robots.”
Eras laughed as she sat on the seat of the bike, turning the vehicle on and removing the peg. Muska slipped on and grabbed the hidden handles on Eras’s leather jacket. A personal touch so that she would have easy access to something to hold on to.
“Sounds like a blast, victory playlist?”
“Victory playlist.”
Shuffling to find the specific playlist, Eras connected to both of their helmets that had bluetooth in them so they could talk to each other and listen to music. Once started, Eras revved the bike once, startling nearby students.
Before they left, however, Muska spotted Midoriya and Hottie on their way out of the gate. Mido seemed to be trying to talk to the annoyed blond with little success. Flipping up her visor and tapping Eras to wait, Muska waved to them. The blond looked confused but also curious and Midoriya lit up like a thousand suns.
“Hey Midoriya, try not to break anything next time if you get in, wouldn’t want to harm that cute face huh?” She called out with a smirk. Eras turned her covered head to their direction and despite having a hidden face, the movement back and forth between them was universal language for confusion.
Midoriya stammered out an affirmative with a bright red blush and covered his face with his arms. The blond seemed annoyed so Muska made a decision. Deciding to be bold, she lost any and all social shame after the first century, muska called out to the blond as well.
“Hey blondie, hope to see you soon, it’d be a loss to not see that face again.”
Decidedly, confusion must not be normal in the blonds life if their face was any indication. He looked like the old math lady meme in the funniest of ways. Without allowing a response, Eras kicked the bike into gear. Knowing Muska wanted the dramatics of it. As they drove away, Muska gave a sly small tilt of the hand to come across as a wave as the gate to UA turned into a small speck in the distance.
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The Drowned - KisaSaku
What was the point in being supernaturally blessed with a god’s favor if you were only going to be supernaturally feared by mortals for it?
“Again!”
Sakura shut her eyes in time to protect them from the sting of saltwater as her head was shoved down beneath the churning surface of a basin filled with ocean. She struggled a little, only because his hand in her hair was irritating, but gave up as another set of hands joined the first.
She lost track of time under the water, letting go of her breath and breathing in ocean salt like any other fish would before spitting out the excess from the slits in her throat. Above her the world was noisy, she could tell, but the water muted the worst of it.
Maybe she could play dead for them this time?
She was pulled back too suddenly and sputtered from the transition before she could act drowned. The crowd screamed at her and some even threw stones, but the elder barked at the kids to stay back. Sakura glared dully in his direction, not even remotely concerned for her wellbeing. Zabuza would kill them all if Haku didn’t finish them off first. She just needed to last another day as their spectacle.
“This is no curse, this is a gift!” the wrinkled elder shouted.
“She’s a demon!”
“A witch!”
The elder waved his hands again and the circle of folks surrounding Sakura retreated until only he stood before her, eyes wide with greed. “No, she is a gift for us. It’s been many decades since we’ve had anyone willing to wed the lord of our waves, but here she is.”
“What?” Sakura coughed, spitting out the saltwater from behind her teeth.
The murmur in the crowd was an instant shift as angry cheers and jeers turned to muffled whispers. Sakura had to shake the water out of her ears to hear them.
“How long has it been?” one woman asked another.
“I can’t remember the last one,” her friend answered.
“Old man, let me go or you’re all dead in a matter of days,” Sakura threatened. “I have friends coming for me and they’re really demons.”
“You came to us alone, you have no one,” he countered easily, leaning down to grab her face with wrinkled fingers. “No one will miss you.”
Someone ran ahead screaming about a sacrifice to the Lord of the Waves and the village was dressed with lights and banners to welcome their arrival. Their elder was greeted with joyful praise while no one seemed to want to spit at Sakura anymore.
Instead they took her, bound of course, into the largest home and dressed her in heavy fabric the color of seafoam. Sakura struggled against the ladies when they stripped her naked, but against her will she was slipped into the wedding gown and sewn in.
The chest they had pulled the dress from smelled like dust and a frankincense, a sign of its age before Sakura ever noticed the outdated straps and bodice beadwork. It was a relic but it was also a treasure. If the situation had been any different she would have marveled at the figure she struck in her white foam gown, but it was weighted to sink her with layer after layer under the skirt and she had people who would miss her.
“Beautiful,” one of the girls dressing her whispered to her twin.
“You’re going to kill me,” Sakura growled back. “That makes you murderers.”
“Nonsense, you can’t drown so what else are you good for?” The elder was beside her, watching as the ladies sewed ropes of pearls into her hair. “There is no one to speak for you so you are the village’s.”
“You’re all a bunch of old fashioned, outdated, backwater, inbreeds,” Sakura snarled. “I am my own person and I speak for myself. You kill me, and you’ll have hell to pay.”
But the elder only laughed, the way a parent would laugh at their child saying silly things that were too impossible to be considered. “You’re only a woman, there are always more of you. No one will miss one that doesn’t even have a surname.”
Sakura bit back her snarl and settled into her bindings, content to wait until they sank to to try and make her escape. She won’t drown no matter where they sank her, and Zabuza wouldn’t let her stay lost forever. It had been weeks since they parted, but he was supposed to be right behind her once Haku healed up. The three of them-
Sakura’s thoughts were cut off with a curse as her eyes were bound with white fabric, rendering her blind. Someone turned her over and she fell onto something wooden that was lifted into the air and carried. A rough palanquin, no doubt.
There were voices chanting, singing, laughing as the palanquin was carried up and out of the village, further along the roads until she was sure they had covered a league on foot. She could hear the ocean waves and smell the brine as it choked the air she inhaled.
The palanquin came to a stop and she was pulled off it, still bound around her wrists. Someone took the cloth off her eyes and she saw the black glass rocks from a long dead volcano that had once birthed much of the island. The crashing of waves drew her gaze down to the rocks below.
Drowning became the least of her worries.
“You’ll spear me to death here?” she hissed, suddenly afraid.
“Only if the lord finds you lacking.”
Sakura pulled against the bindings and strained, digging her heels into the soil and struggling wilder. The men who had carried her on the palanquin took her arms to try and force her still but she screamed and cursed them with every foul title she could imagine. She promised them a death ten times worse than hers and they only chuckled, like she was nothing more than a lame chicken squawking at their heels.
Sakura pulled, gaining a step back before they pulled her two steps forward. She strained and dug in against the men twice her size. Overhead the moon was rising but it wasn’t full enough for her to drink from, and it made her cry as she struggled more wildly.
Damn moon, damn curse, damn superstitions, damn droughts…
There was only a spindle thin crescent in the sky to complement the scattering of stars that stood out in all their pretty patterns. Sakura know more of their forms and stories, but so far south she was sure there were new stories and new shapes the people saw when they looked up at the same sky.
Damn every last one of them.
“She’s got quite a mouth on her,” one of the men laughed, sounding winded as he pressed one of her arms to her side.
“I’m sure plenty of men think that’s attractive,” the elder joked, waving to the cliff edge. “Still, she’s pretty enough for even a monster to want.”
“Or eat,” a different man laughed.
Sakura screamed and that only antagonized their delight.
Someone started to sing and there was even a drum that kept the beat steady for the woman’s voice to follow. Sakura screamed over the sound and they stuffed her mouth full of the fabric that had once bound her eyes. When she kicked they grabbed at her ankles and lifted her like laundry that needed to be folded. She felt her heart drop as they swung her from her wrists and ankles.
The singing pitched and then caught on a single, long, drawn out note.
Sakura was tossed over the edge and fell, head over heels, into the black waters below.
Kisame heard the singing and saw the lights dropped into his favorite bay. Nothing more than casual interest drew him closer as he waited to see what sort of useless treasure the humans would toss into his waters. Sometimes it was a sheep, or a pig, and he enjoyed those enough to send them still waters or their drowned husbands back, but it had been several years since his last sacrifice.
When the large body broke the surface and sank through a curtain of bubbles he expected a small deer, or maybe a large goat.
The bubbles parted and her hands broke apart, freeing her from her white rope bindings even as she sank under the weight of her wedding gown.
Oh, it had been many years since the last one sank for him.
Kisame grimaced as he held back to watch her decent. The dress had been weighted with too many layers and he could tell she had been sewn in. She’d never free herself in time.
He drew closer but kept himself hidden behind the black stone rocks that sometimes pierced through the waves. He saw her face more clearly and pouted at the waste. What was it with humans and sending their most beautiful to their deaths?
She was a stunning example of the lesser species, with a slender neck and wrists just as thin. Her hair was a halo of pink coral around her face, floating more freely as she settled on the ocean floor and gasped. She kept her eyes shut but he imagined they were just as striking as the rest of her.
What a shame.
Kisame almost turned away but decided he would watch her expire before tossing her body back onto the land to be buried somewhere else, someplace where the people weren't such fools.
Well, they had paid their tribute, so he supposed he owed them their rain. Once she was finished drowning he’d get on that.
Whenever she was done dying.
…
She seemed to have quite a set of lungs on her, Kisama realized when her thrashing continued many minutes later. She looked more tired than drowned and he wondered how that could be. He dared drawing closer and hid when her head turned in his direction. It made his twin hearts thrill in his chest.
Her eyes were the brightest green he had ever seen and just as pretty as the rest of her.
Oh!
She turned back to try and pull her dress apart but it was all whalebone and heavy stitching, more than her nails were a match for.
When she screamed in frustration he saw the slit under her chin and the ones on her throat. She had been cursed or blessed with the ability to breath as well as any of his kind underwater, in spite of her legs.
His awe outweighed his fear as Kisame swam out from behind the rocks and surged across the short distance. She noticed him and startled, trying to swim back, even though her heavy dress kept her in place.
“Can you talk underwater too?” he asked, speaking without bubbles.
“Fuck you!” she hissed, disturbing the waters with her cursing.
Kisame laughed and braced one hand over his chest, afraid of how hard his hearts were beating at the sight of her. She was by far the most beautiful his ugly eyes had ever beheld and the singing from before meant she had been drowned for him.
“I’m Kisame, you might not have heard my name from them but-”
“I’m not your damn sacrifice, fish face,” she snarled.
Kisame nibbled on the edge of his bottom lip, hiding his smile as best he could. “I’m sure, I’m sure. What’d they tell ya, princess?”
“That they’re too stupid to do anything more than breed and piss in their own pants, what do you think?” she snapped, eyes flashing with thin, weak magic.
“You’re hilarious,” he chuckled with pure mirth making his voice rumble. “Want me to help you get out of here?”
She stopped struggling. “Get me out of this...dress?”
“Nah, then you’d run off on me. I meant this place. I have a palace not far from here where my servants can tend to you and get ya fed. You look thin enough to snap in half, princess.”
“I’m no princess and I’m not going with you.”
“Why not? You got somewhere else to be?”
“Yeah, back on land.”
Kisame hummed playfully. “Not a good idea. I don’t get many visitors and even fewer guests who are this entertaining.”
He reached for her face and traced the side of her cheek with his rough fingertips before pulling his hand back and kicking at the water between them to raise himself up and show off the powerful whale shark body that made up his lower half. With a rush of magic he kicked and the tail became legs, tapered into fins at the end, before melting back into a mer tail.
“You’re a-what the fuck are you?”
“You can call me Kisame, babe, and I’m whatever the hell you want me to be.”
“I want to be out of this dress.”
He reached for her and pulled her to his body with powerful arms crossed behind her lower back. She sputtered and braced with hands on his chest where she could no doubt feel the way his two heart fluttered for her. The feel of her made him want to vibrate right out of his skin.
“Not yet, but give me a night and I’ll gladly help you shed your layers, wife.”
“I’m not-mph”
He kissed her gills and it made her stuttered incoherently. It was where he was the most sensitive, so he was willing to bet she wasn’t much different.
“I’m-ah, ahhh, mm-mah,” she gasped when he tilted his face to reach the rest of her gills and kiss those too, one hand straying to the curve of her backside to cup her through her dress.
He could feel her legs, caught under so many layers of fabric, twitch and reach to clamp down on his hips, keeping him close. Anytime she opened her mouth to object he kissed her again until she was nothing but moans.
“What was that princess?” he teased in a timber of pure mirth to match his saucy expression. She was flushed for him and trembling for his touch.
“I-ah, I...I mean...a detour wouldn’t...be…” she swallowed and ducked her face to get her thoughts better controlled before trying again. “I wouldn't be opposed to a detour.”
“I was hoping you’d say that, princess,” he cheered. “You can leave whenever you want after we get to know each other a little better, what ya think about that?”
“Depends on if you can do something with this,” she huffed, rubbing against the bulge between this thighs that tented his scales. “I’ve got time.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. Got a name, princess, or should I just call ya mine?”
“Sakura.”
He traced her gill with a rough finger, making her twitch. “Great, now I know what to scream.”
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So hey your gorgeous writing plus these Paulo Sebastian dresses are a match made in heaven. Could you do the very last one of Siren of the Seas with kisasaku?
#KisaSaku#prompt#writing#Kisame#kisame hoshigaki#Sakura#Haruno Sakura#that got sorta tangy by the end there#citrus warning#lime#not yet a lemon#but yeah#it's implied#rough#here you go ya filthy sinners
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Legacy - Chapter 2
Legacy: A Hawkeye Fanfic
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Character Pairing: Clint Barton x F!Reader
Word Count: 1800ish
Rating: E
Square filled: @marvelfluffbingo - Neighbor AU
Warnings: Pregnancy, domestic abuse, post-endgame, angst, developing-relationship, hurt/comfort, smut, Laura and Clint have broken up. Comic Clint/MCU Clint mix.
Synopsis: Nothing is the same after the events of Endgame. When Clint has trouble returning to a life where his family hasn’t changed but he has lost everything, he moves back to the city and tries to move on as a single parent.
When Nate finds you bruised and pregnant in the stairwell of his building, he decides that there might be another way that he can make Nat’s sacrifice worth something.
Chapter 2
You’d spent the week at Clint’s place before you were able to set the next door apartment up enough that you could actually live in it. In that week a whole slew of things happened that you had felt would break you but somehow didn’t.
First thing was, was Richard was let out on bail the following morning. He’d come back to the apartment block fuming and when he saw the notice of eviction and the locks changed he’d come storming upstairs and bashing on the door. Clint had told you to go wait in the bedroom with the kids.
Richard had bellowed at Clint. He called him an interfering asshole. Screamed at Clint that it was none of his business. That he had no right to lock him out. That he was a fucking piece of shit nobody and that's why he couldn't cut it as an Avenger anymore. Clint had just calmly taken it all. Never once raising his voice. That's when Richard had snapped and from the spot you'd taken peering through a crack in the door, you'd seen Richard swing at him.
You had then gotten to see exactly why Clinton Francis Barton had been taken on as an Avenger in the first place. He had stepped aside and using Richard’s forward moment, he elbowed him in the middle of the back and knocked him to the ground. Richard raised his head and saw you and you slammed the door closed. There was a fight. You could hear fist hitting flesh and things being broken.
When Clint called to you, he had Richard pinned to the ground with several of the neighbors there as witnesses. The police had come and arrested him again. It turns out, attacking an Avenger - even an ex one - was a lot more serious a crime than attacking your pregnant girlfriend. Somewhat akin to assaulting a police officer or something.
Which led to the second thing that made you nearly breakdown, this time in relief. He didn’t get bail. Reoffending immediately combined with attacking an Avenger meant he had to stay in prison until his trial.
Following that, you had then been set upon by people in the building. Bringing you things they no longer needed to help furnish your new home. Just between your neighbors, you received linen, mismatched dinnerware, silverware, and a couch that was a little ratty and worn but still very comfortable. They also bought food. Dishes and dishes of it. Until the small freezer that came with the apartment was filled to the brim and most of the fridge was too and it bled over into Clint’s.
Then Clint had said he’d just buy the other bigger things you might need. When you had argued with him over it, he said he could always just rent the place as furnished later, or if you really wanted to, you could pay him back but you couldn’t live there with no bed. So he’d taken you to Ikea and gotten the last few things you needed to move in.
Finally, after everything he’d already done for you, when he didn’t even really know you, he’d organized to have an interview at Stark Industries. It wasn’t a job, but just that starting point when you’d been out of work for months thanks to Richard, was the foot in the door you desperately needed. You worried. You had the experience, but you were pregnant. You weren’t exactly going to be able to keep working for long.
Which was worse? Being in an abusive relationship or being completely alone?
It had been a full week and it had led you here, sitting on the couch with Clint. This near stranger who had just changed your life.
“You can get your bed back tomorrow.” You said.
“Mmm… that will be nice, this couch has been killer on my back.” Clint teased.
“I can take the couch you know.” You said. “You’ve already done way too much for me.”
He shook his head. “Laura would kill me if she found out I let a pregnant woman sleep on this piece of crap couch.”
“I don’t… Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if you hadn’t decided to help me.” You said.
He gently touched your shoulder. It was funny just one week ago if he’d tried that you would have flinched away from him. Now, it was actually comforting. You welcomed it and leaned into him a little. “You don’t have to keep thanking me, you know?”
“I know but…”
He raised his eyebrow at you as if to say ‘seriously’ and you chuckled and shook your head.
“But…” You continued. “I just don’t know why you’d do that. I keep expecting you to hit on me or something. You know, that this is a transactional help.”
Clint frowned. “He really fucked with your head didn’t he?”
You nodded. “Yeah, he did. But I’ve been with him for a long time. No one else has ever even asked if I was okay outside of asking me what happened.”
Clint sighed and pulled away from you. It was almost like he was ashamed of his reasonings and thought if you heard them, you’d judge him for it, even after everything he’d done. “I guess there’s a couple of reasons. When I was a kid I was pretty badly abused by my dad. I guess that’s a big one. No one ever really did anything to help me when I was trapped with that. I don’t think I can just look the other way.”
You reached over and took his hand, and he linked his fingers with yours. It was a reflex action. At some point in his life, when Clint Barton had struggled, someone would take his hand and now when a hand slipped into his, his fingers closed around it without thinking. You wondered if that had been his ex.
“You know when everyone died I lost my kids and my wife? Cooper should be 18 now. That’s so fucking weird. Seeing that 13-year-old boy who’s just starting to get the starts of the man who he’ll be when he should be at college or some shit.”
He paused and let out a breath, shaking his head. “I went crazy. I couldn’t understand how my three innocent kids and my wife who had done nothing except support me even when I wasn’t the best husband in the world, had died just like that. I didn’t even see it happen. I was there teaching Lila archery I turned around and it happened while I wasn’t looking. I didn’t know what was going on. And we live in the middle of nowhere. I thought they were pranking me and I looked and I looked. I think something inside me broke. When I finally found out what was going on I was so angry that they could be taken and yet the world was still full of complete scum. I went around killing as many of the people I decided didn’t deserve to be alive as I could.”
He wouldn’t look at you as he spoke so you just sat stroking your thumb over the back of his hand, hoping that you could reassure him. Let him know it was okay. He swallowed and took a deep breath before continuing.
“My friend, Natasha. Black Widow, you know her?” He asked. You nodded. Obviously, you didn’t know her - know her, but you knew who she was. Everyone knew who she was. She was one of the Avengers that was lost. While Tony Stark had tributes everywhere as large and vibrant as he had been. Natasha Romanoff had been remembered in quieter ways. Small shrines set up in cities in dark alleys and secret spots. “She came and got me. Pushed me back on track. We had to … Fuck... I don’t even know how to explain it. There was a point. One of us had to die. I tried to be the one. She stopped me. She wanted me to live so I could go back and take care of my family. Only everything was different for me now. Wasn’t it? I’d become this monster while they’d stayed the same. I don’t know if it was just in my head or what but it was just wrong. Ya know?”
He turned his head and looked at you, with such pain and guilt written on his features. You did know though. Right now half the world existed having lived with the trauma of losing what had felt like everything. So much had changed since then. For you, it had meant moving forward. For many others, it had meant stagnating in trauma. There were children who had lost parents. Parents who had lost children. People had died from fall out. Planes crashing because the pilot suddenly disappeared. Power plants exploding because they’d suddenly lost half the people who were manning them. People died during operations because their surgeons turned to dust on them. The world had been in mourning for five years and then everyone had reappeared and they were lost and confused because the people they had loved had changed and grown and they were still the same. You’d kept thinking about people like Clint whose kids had not grown. Or worse the kids whose parents had come back to find them adults now. Or twins where one was still small and innocent and the other was grown and hard. You knew. Of course, you knew. A lot of families had not been able to survive people coming back.
You gently rubbed his arm. “Yeah. I know.”
“I failed her. She gave up her life so I could be with my family and I couldn’t keep us together for her.” He said. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t have ever just left you, but maybe before I would have just convinced you to go to a women’s shelter. Now? I gotta try and do something with my life that might actually mean that Nat’s death wasn’t a huge fucking waste. And I hate that. I hate that her death is what’s making me feel like this. I should just be this person. I wish I could go back and have it be me. She would just be good because she was good.”
You wrapped your arms around him and held him as he melted against you. “Clint, you’re still here with your kids. The world has changed. You still get to see your kids grow.”
“I know.” He said quietly. “I just… I had to help.”
You pulled back and gave him a friendly shove. “Well just know, I appreciate it and I'm really glad I get to be your neighbor.”
He smiled at you. “I’m looking forward to it too. It’s been nice having you here.”
You smiled and curled into his side. Something you hadn’t felt comfortable doing with anyone in a long time. He wrapped his arm around you and turned on the television. You had been wondering this whole week which god you had to thank for sending Clint Barton to you. Turns out her name was Natasha Romanoff. You decided then and there you would watch out for him for her. Her sacrifice was not going to go to waste.
// NEXT
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so today is @firelxdykatara‘s birthday!!!! she asked for a fic with natasha in it, and i thought, well, villanelle went home a few days ago on denny but we never got to rp her’s and nat’s reunion. so i did a little fic of it!!! i hope you enjoy, kitty (and i hope i wrote nat okay, im love her) because i do adore this dynamic and i am just so happy we’ve gotten the chance to build it together as much as we have
also, have a wonderful wonderful birthday!!! i know this is not exactly the easiest time of year to be celebrating, but keep your chin up and know that you have friends who love you and certainly love getting to spend a little bit of extra time with you. you have lifted my mood more times than you know by just being around and making me laugh, so i hope i can return the favor <3
Natasha is telling her little parts are enough, and oddly and inexplicably, Vilanelle thinks just then that maybe this is the safest she’s ever felt with another person.
The house is quiet the night Villanelle finally goes home. For a moment, she stands there out on the front porch and just breathes in the familiarity, the smell of the ocean and fire pits from down at the beach on the breeze, the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance. It soothes her, even if imagining what might be waiting for her inside does not.
With her and Draco gone, maybe Natasha and Fox have already cleared out. Personally, Villanelle doesn’t see grief or mourning as very good reasons not to live in a gorgeous and expensive mansion, but people and their emotions can be so unpredictable sometimes.
Maybe they are just out doing something. Maybe they are planning her funeral. Villanelle had considered further delaying her return for the sole reason that it would be incredibly fun and dramatic to crash her own funeral.
But barring that, she should probably stop standing here wondering about it and actually go inside, she figures. So she steps up to the door, and --
Damn it.
It’s only when she tries the handle that she remembers she does not exactly have a key on her. To her own goddamn house. Wonderful.
Villanelle steps off the porch in favor of prowling the perimeter of the house instead, making for the pool deck in the back. Neither she nor her roommates are exactly the “hide a spare key under the doormat” type (they are all much too paranoid for that), but fuck, what is she, an amateur? If she cannot even break into her own home?
She’s just trying to figure out a way to do it without having to pay a window repair man -- and that’s when she rounds the corner of the mansion and sees that she was wrong. The house is not completely dark.
There is a light on in (what she estimates with a fair amount of confidence, considering how long she’s been here) Natasha’s window.
And suddenly, Villanelle gets the perfect idea.
Experimentally, she grips some of the ivy casing crawling along the wall and, once she’s sure it’s not going to give, she starts to climb. Natasha’s bedroom is only on the second floor, thankfully, so it’s not like she has to make it the whole way. When she gets up to the window, she pauses briefly to readjust herself before giving it a quick tap. She doesn’t even detect any movement in response, but she knows that’s most likely because Natasha is smart enough not to put herself in plain view of a potential intruder.
Sure enough, the curtain gets pulled back a second later, though, and Villanelle finds herself face to face with her friend with only a panel of glass to separate them.
Natasha stares.
Villanelle grins, and uses her free hand to give her a little wave.
She holds her position as Natasha finally seems to remember herself, unlocking the window and pulling it open, and by way of greeting -- “You... realize you could have knocked.”
“I did,” Villanelle responds innocently. “Technically.”
“At the door.”
“I thought you would respect me making an entrance.”
Natasha’s lips twitch, like she wants to smirk, but she doesn’t. Maybe she’s still a little too rattled. Villanelle will have to try harder. But that will have to wait until she actually climbs inside, which she does carefully when Natasha moves back in clear invitation.
“Surprised to see me?” she asks once she’s steadily back on her feet, offering Natasha a crooked grin.
Natasha doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she first takes a moment to study Villanelle, who studies her right back, taking a quiet sort of delight in how good she’s gotten at reading Natasha’s usually inscrutable expressions.
She takes less delight in the troubled shadow of sadness she sees in Natasha’s eyes, but... well, what can she do? She can’t take back the fact that she was forced into the Games. Or the fact that she died there.
“There were rumors some of the tributes were coming back,” Natasha finally responds. “But the RID hasn’t gotten anywhere close to verifying all of them. So... yes.” She gives Villanelle a tired sort of smile.
Unexpectedly, Villanelle wants to reach out to her. That’s a relatively new impulse -- so far, she’s shied away from too much physical contact with most of her reunions, or at the very least being the one to initiate it. Maybe the difference here is that Nat has always been so unexpectedly grounding for Villanelle -- not that she would ever be sappy enough to put that into words. But --
-- In some ways, it’s only now that she’s here with Natasha that it finally registers that she’s home.
She curbs her impulse and sits down on the edge of Natasha’s bed instead, shrugging. “It was a surprise to me too,” she admits simply. Understatement of the century, but that part probably doesn’t need to be said.
Carefully, quietly, Natasha sits down beside her. “...I’m not going to ask if you’re okay, because at this point that’s a stupid question.”
Villanelle hums in agreement.
“But depending on your level of... not okay, I’m... you know. I’m here.”
And Villanelle supposes that she wouldn’t have gone to all the trouble of scaling the wall to climb in through Natasha’s bedroom window if she had not, on some level, wanted her to be. She considers for another stretch of silence before she attempts a response. “...You know what it’s like.” Perhaps not the Hunger Games specifically, but extreme conditions of survival, endless cycles of violence, trauma? Villanelle is sure Natasha’s on the same page. “Sometimes it is best to just compartmentalize and move on.”
Natasha exhales slowly, but there’s nothing remotely judgmental in her expression. “It’s certainly easiest,” she agrees, without pushing. Villanelle instinctively relaxes a fraction. “Especially since you haven’t exactly had a lot of privacy over the last few weeks. It’s just... sometimes it’s also good to have people you don’t have to hide everything from.”
It’s the way Natasha says it that makes Villanelle pause before just shoving the idea away completely. Most other people, Villanelle knows, would have said “you can talk to me” or “you don’t have to hide from me” or some bullshit like that, expecting her to open up like a book waiting to be read.
But Natasha knows that for people like them - people who have worn and shed the skins of many, many different personas, who may not even know who they really are if they dig deep enough underneath all that - it’s not such an easy thing to do. An impossibility, even, to give someone the whole of yourself, or even just the whole of a singular feeling, when you are so used to only chipping off and offering little parts.
Natasha is telling her little parts are enough, and oddly and inexplicably, Vilanelle thinks just then that maybe this is the safest she’s ever felt with another person. She sighs, and then laughs, the sound rusty with disuse. “It feels weird. Giving your life for someone else. Not good. Not special.”
Silence answers her briefly as Natasha turns to stare at the wall opposite, her mouth twisting wryly, sadly. “...Yeah. I know what you mean.”
And she does, Villanelle realizes belatedly. Everything before the Games feels so much further away now, but she still remembers that ridiculous future marriage they’ve both avoided talking about. And she still remembers what Natasha told her, even if she has been trying to do Natasha the courtesy of pretending that she didn’t.
“I know what you did in there must go against all of your instincts. And everything you’ve been taught,” Natasha starts, her voice hitched with just enough emotion for Villanelle to know she’s speaking from experience. “...But you made your own choice. And you did it for someone you love. And whatever else you want to think about it, Villanelle, that still proves that you are so much more than just anything anyone could train you to be. Than every fucked up thing you’ve been through.”
Villanelle swallows without saying anything and stares down at her hands. It makes her think of what Natasha said before, when she had described the sacrifice she’d made for Clint. That she was broken. Villanelle has never thought of herself as “broken”, at least not in any kind of self-deprecating way, but she feels a little bit like she is now.
Mostly, though, she thinks about how Natasha came here after dying. How Natasha has probably not had anyone to tell her these things. And Villanelle, surely, would not be very good at it if she tried, but...
...She finally reaches out the way she wants to, and squeezes one of Nat’s hands with her own. “So are you,” she asserts firmly, determinedly, staring back at Natasha with all the adoration she can still muster (surprisingly, a lot, even given how exhausted she is) as if she can single-handedly, telepathically convince Natasha of how amazing she is.
And when Natasha squeezes her hand back tightly, Villanelle thinks, maybe she can’t fix everything for Nat just like Nat can’t fix everything for her.
But maybe they can do it in little parts, just like everything else.
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Author’s Notes | Being honest, I didn't find a way to have a Saxon princess being sent to Kattegat due to the fact Christians were pretty more sexist and unless she was already negotiated for marriage or some kind of deal with the Vikings, hardly the Saxons would trust a woman to go among Vikings and prevent a war, but yet, I found a way to adapt your idea and I really hope you like the final work!
What if Ubbe's deal with the Saxons had gone right...
Universe | Vikings
Pairing | Ubbe x Saxon Princess! Reader
Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @cris101071 for 5CW4
Words | 4698
⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, romance.
"Við viljum kröfu landið okkar."
The voice of that Norseman was strange. A low tone you didn't have heard anywhere before.
The two men in front of the table where your older brother and your father were sitting alongside Bishop Heahmund were totally different from anything you have ever seen.
Their hairs were braided and long, they were taller and that one who spoke had eyes of intense blue you could almost say were pieces stolen from the sky on a sunny day.
They were beautiful. Both of them. A wild beauty you couldn't deny, but yet, both of them were scary for you.
For a long time, you saw your father and your brother speaking to those men and more than once, you saw the older of them looking at you. Your father also mentioned your name sometimes, so as that strange man - yet he couldn't speak your name properly, sounding strange in his strong accent.
The two Norsemen were dismissed for a moment and your father, Alfred and the bishop started to deliberate in between them, not really minding your presence into the tent: you were there just because your mother asked you to serve some drinks to your father's table while she was too busy taking care of Aethelred's wounds after the last battle against the Norsemen in York. You were about to leave when those two arrived and so, the curiosity kept you into the tent.
"They want peace," your father said, causing you to smile.
It was a good thing, after all, right?
"Two sons of Ragnar Lothbrok into my camp, after taking one of my towns, and they want peace."
Your smile kinda vanished. It was something good, but your father and the bishop didn't seem to be leaned to accept their proposal.
"It's a good deal, you must admit," Alfred said "We could settle them out of York and recover the power over the city they stole from us. The lands my grandfather promised to them are idle anyway. With the right way to work with them, we could turn this into something good for us," he insisted "The lands would start to produce, more tributes would be taken to the crown and we must admit their military skills are better than ours or we wouldn't be here after all," Alfred wisely settled, "Giving up on these lands for them could mean a good alliance that could include teaching our men their ways to fight. It would make us stronger."
"They're heathens, my lord," Bishop Heahmund stated, trying to sound respectful when his voice was only sounding arrogant to your ears. "We could have nothing to learn from pagans like them."
"I believe they're just... Into the dark," Alfred said, trying to argue with the bishop, "Which just make the situation a little more favorable to us: we could take the chance of convivence to show them the way of our Lord and open their eyes to the light. How many of them could we earn to our Lord Jesus Christ and turn into fellow Christians, my Lord Bishop? Think about it: to end a war, spare the lives of our men, make our military stronger, take lands out of idleness, and maybe earn some souls to Our Lord. I don't see where it could be a bad deal for us, of course, if we keep control over this situation. We have what they want... Set conditions they shall not deny. Rules that shall not be broken."
"They won't trust us," it was the time of your father to doubt, causing the bishop to sigh relieved.
You could see Bishop Heahmund didn't want that deal to happen. But how many of your father's men would have to die until that stupid man could give up on his pride? Wasn't pride a terrible sin under the eyes of your God?
"Then give them something that will make us trustable. If you want to be trusted, then, earn their trust, father," Alfred said "Ubbe has a good proposal, after all. It seals our bloodlines together in a way you shall not lose the hand of the royalty over those lands, in the end."
"Forgive me, my lord, but this would be stupidity."
Should you say how much the voice of that bishop was bothering you?
Nah. You shouldn't even be there!
But you kept your silence, paying attention to what they were talking, wanting to know the destiny of that conflict that had taken you from your home and almost took your brother's life.
"To mix your bloodline with the impure blood of the heathens would only condemn your family and expose Wessex to their lineage." the bishop continued, causing some shivers down your spine...
What exactly did he mean by "mixing your lineage to theirs”?
"My father has two heirs to the throne of Wessex, my Lord Bishop. They wouldn't be able to claim anything over two lines before them unless our Lord decides to take both lives, mine and my brother's, to let in their hands the crown of my father. And yet, it would be our Lord's will, proved in front of our eyes. We shall trust our God's will, shall we not?"
You started to make the math in your head.
Were they thinking about...
"Are you suggesting we should marry my Lady Y/N to that heathen and accept their absurd proposal peacefully, my Lord Alfred?"
"What?!" you squealed, unable to hold back your voice when the bishop delivered the whole conversation in a single sentence.
Your eyes went large to Alfred's and then to your father's.
"Should we be talking about this in front of your sister like that? Y/N, go see if your mother finished her work with Aethewulf and bring me news about my son." your father ordered.
As if you weren't completely paralyzed by the news you just discovered.
Married...
To a heathen?
To a son of Ragnar?
To which one of those men you saw?
The youngest one?
No. He didn't look at you one single time...
The oldest?
Was Alfred speaking seriously about this?
"Y/N!" your father's voice caused you to jump from your chair "Go. Now!" he ordered again and you bent before leaving the tent.
Your heart racing into your chest, your mind disoriented...
You weren't even paying attention to your way. Your steps were automatically following the way to the other tents as your mind was diving into all those questions once again.
Would you have to live among them?
The heathens?
Those some of your people called demons?
Would this be the sacrifice you would have to do to see your people finally free from the horrors of that war?
What about the horrors that could be waiting for you in those men hands?
Lost in thoughts and questions, you weren't able to see the two of them stopped in the middle of the way and your steps took you straight to that man's back: you stumbled and hit the oldest of those Norsemen in the middle of your way.
Your surprised squeal caused your men to unsheathe swords, all of them pointed to the two Norsemen in the middle of the circle of soldiers formed around them by your men, all ready to protect their princess from the two heathens they were being obligated to receive into their camp.
The youngest one among them also unsheathed his sword, ready to defend himself, denouncing how nervous and tense he was - maybe as tense as your soldiers were with their presence.
However, calmer, the older one just helped you to straighten your position after preventing you to fall straight to the muddy ground.
You lift your face to see those blues looking straight into your eyes. It was like he was able to read your soul, but also, it was like his eyes were windows to his and you didn't see fierceness or fire in his eyes... Instead, you saw kindness when he helped you to find your balance one more time.
What was that man?
"I'm sorry..." you mumbled and he nodded before Alfred, your father, and Bishop Heahmund invaded the circle, probably warned by the sound of swords being pulled.
"What is happening here?" your father started, already alarmed.
But you answered him before it could put the two Norsemen into a bad situation - they were outnumbered... The more the Norsemen were skilled and devilish, yet, it would be a massacre.
"I fell. And he prevented me to hit the ground and helped me to stand once again, my father. It was just a misunderstood for he acted too fast and the soldiers were scared by his fast reaction. He just helped me. Once again, I'm sorry. And thank you." you said, politely bending your head in a respectful greeting towards the Norseman.
Your father ordered the men to sheath their swords and you saw that man touching the younger's shoulder, in a mute ask for him to sheath his sword as well, what he did without question.
"Come back into my tent. I think we already have a counter-proposal for you," your father said, inviting those men into his tent once again.
And you observed as the older one kept his eyes on you until they were inside the tent that was closed, preventing you to see or hear anything else about that deal.
You went to your mother, to fulfill your father's orders and the hours passed until you were finally allowed to get into the main tent to speak to your father once again.
"Come near," he called.
Those two Norsemen were still there, but the tension into the tent was different now.
Bishop Heahmund wasn't there anymore, probably unsatisfied with whatever decision was made that was making your brother Alfred to keep a small smile on his lips, victorious.
You stood next to your father and spoke in a low voice, kinda feeling strange with everyone in the room looking at you as if they were waiting for something to happen.
"Aethelred is getting better. Mother said his fever is diminishing and she believes he'll soon start to heal the wound in his shoulder."
Your father sighed in relief: his precious son would be recovered soon.
But then, the expression in his face became tense once again.
"Y/N, these are Ubbe and Hvitserk, sons of Ragnar and leaders of the army that came into our lands to avenge their father's death, murdered b King Aelle. With my father's cooperation..." he sighed as you looked at them, noticing that man he named Ubbe was still looking straight at you. "They came for a deal and we negotiated with them the best way to settle peace for our people and give them what..." he sighed "What your grandfather granted to them before he... Passed away."
So, as you, Ubbe seemed to be attentively listening to the words your father was saying.
So as Bishop Heahmund, the one he named Hvitserk seemed to be unsatisfied with whatever they dealt with your father but, unlike the bishop, he stood in his position, not leaving like a spoiled child.
"Your grandfather granted their people the lands of East Anglia and I shall warrant his words are kept and his desires are accomplished. However, it is pleasing to us to keep those lands closer to the crown of Wessex so..." your father's voice failed for a second.
He wasn't pleased with that decision, but you could see he was doing it for he had no other choice and he had to admit Alfred's plan was perfect for all the involved parts.
"We shall celebrate an alliance among us and the Norsemen. Ubbe agreed in being baptized and as soon as it happens, we shall celebrate your marriage to him, as a symbol of the union of our people and the friendship among the crown of Wessex and the new crown to rise at East Anglia. Meet your soon-to-be husband. I'll see my son." your father got up, leaving the tent in a rush.
He was completely annoyed with the situation, but his way to speak seemed to amuse the older Norseman and Ubbe opened his lips on a beautiful smile that caught you for a moment.
"Your father is too easily irritable," Ubbe said, using your language almost with perfection, despite the strong accent that was making his voice even hoarser. "As he said, I'm Ubbe. And it's a pleasure to meet you, princess Y/N."
He extended his hand to yours and you landed your hand on his, accepting his court when he gently kissed the back of your hand, tickling your skin with his beard.
Smiling he was even more handsome than with that frowned expression he came at the first moment. However, his brother was still frowned, seeming to be very annoyed with the interaction in between the two of you.
"It doesn't seem your brother is too different from him," you said, looking at Ubbe.
Attracting the pissed glare from the younger one.
"He's bothered by the fact I accepted the baptism under your God. Formalities... He forgets my father was also baptized under the Christian God, and also my uncle Rollo. So, it's not something new among our family."
Hvitserk sighed, bothered again. But Ubbe smiled at you a little bigger.
"Don't bother yourself about him. Hvitserk will understand. However, I fear we won't have too much time to talk with each other for now, my lady. I must return to my own camp to warn my brother Ivar about our deal and start the preparations for my men can be moved to the new lands." his eyes went to your brother and Alfred smiled at him when he continued. "At the rise of three suns we shall be ready to leave and York shall be given back to your hands, young prince. But keep my words, Alfred: our fathers had a friendship and your grandfather and my father might have negotiated with each other. But I'm not my father. And I won't accept to see my people treated the way that happened before. Keep your word and I shall keep mine. Break your word and things will be done according to my brother Ivar's will."
Alfred knew what he was talking about.
Despite you couldn't understand exactly what he was saying, something told you that his brother Ivar's will was something really bad for you and your people, enough for Alfred to agree with his words readily.
"As you said, our ancestors had relationships, but you aren't Ragnar Lothbrok, nor I am King Ecbert. Our ancestor's mistakes shall not haunt our steps."
Ubbe nodded, satisfied, turning himself to you with a soft smile.
"I'll see you soon, my bride," he said, kissing your hand one more time before touching Hvitserk's shoulder and leaving the tent with him.
"It won't be so bad, you shall see, Y/N," Alfred came, with a tone that sounded as if he was trying to console you.
However, his expression changed when his eyes found yours and he leaned his head, smiling.
"Or maybe it will be better than I thought. You liked him, don't you, sweet sister?"
Your face became instantly red as a tomato and you pushed your brother's chest, causing him to laugh.
"Stop it, Alfred! What do you mean by liking him? I'm just... I'm just accepting my face humbly as our Lord tells us to do! A woman's fate belongs to her father and brothers to decide and after then, to her husband to rule. It is my..."
"I know. I know, sweet Y/N," he cut you, touching both of your shoulders, with a calm smile in his face, "I know. Don't worry. I was just playing with you, my sister. But listen to me closely, if he ever hurt you or does something you think it's wrong, you can always pick up a horse and come back to me. I'll find a way to help you, ok?"
You smiled.
After all, your sweet brother would always be there for you.
"Thank you, Alfred."
He smiled and kissed your forehead, respectfully.
"Now come... Let us see Aethelred. He must be awakening soon."
The following days were strange. You didn't see Ubbe or any signs of his brothers, however, the watchers your father settled around York warned the Norsemen were really moving. Some of them were preparing the boats to leave. Some were preparing packages and chariots to move.
At the end of three days - as Ubbe promised - the caravans were ready. However, the Norsemen that weren't moving with him were still there to protect the ones that decided to stay: the trust in between your people was thin.
You had a heavy-weight in your shoulders: to make that trust thicker and to strengthen the bonds that deal was forming among your people and your fiancé's.
Despite the clear unsatisfaction of Bishop Heahmund, your father kept his word and the men were taken to the lands of East Anglia where the Princes were settled into the empty castle that should be prepared for you and your future husband to occupy soon after your marriage. Like the bishop, Ubbe's brothers were unsatisfied as well, but as your father, Ubbe kept his word and accepted the baptism rite, denying his false gods and accepting your Lord in order to become a fellow Christian and seal the alliance in between your nations with your marriage to come.
A huge celebration was prepared to seal the marriage and settle his people on the new lands that would be properly divided to receive the new farmers to come from his lands as well.
You watched as a nation was about to be born when you got into the church of Wessex - where your marriage was to be celebrated before your husband could take you back to your new home.
The more he was a Christian now, Ubbe was still looking like a Norseman: cleaner than the men around him, his hair still long and braided with beads you never saw before so as his beard was combed and well straightened. Everything in him was different from the rest of the men you ever knew. And you had to admit your future husband was hella attractive.
He respected the rites of your church, sealing your marriage to him with a chaste kiss that barely allowed you to taste his spicy flavor. Something that changed drastically when the two of you arrived the feast his people had prepared in his lands to celebrate the new lands conquered, the new settlement and, of course, their prince's marriage, converting him from a prince into a King to his people.
There were mead and music and despite the mood of his younger brothers - that settled their departure back home to the day after your marriage party - the party was really full of happiness. Soon, Hvitserk got drunk and you saw your husband laughing alongside his brother who left the moody ways of his younger brother Ivar and started celebrating for real, mocking your husband for being collared now and joking in their native language, sometimes leaving you out of the contagious laughs they were having together.
However, you observed the more his brothers were drinking, Ubbe was keeping control over the amount of alcohol he was drinking and at some point, he stopped drinking from his cup, just smiling and laughing when Hvitserk joked or throwing some words away with his hand all the time around your waist, keeping you near him as if he wanted you to feel safe despite everything was so different around you now.
At some point in the party, Ubbe leaned his face towards you and spoke almost whispering into your ear.
"Come. Let them celebrate..."
You knew that moment would come, but you didn't imagine you would be so nervous when he took you inside the castle, away from the feast and the music, inside the room the two of you would share from that day on.
He locked the door and sat beside you on the bed, caressing your face, straightening your hair, softly sliding his fingers on your cheek.
"Don't worry... I won't hurt you."
"I don't know what to do," you confessed causing him to smile.
"I know. Just follow me. I'll teach you everything."
His face came closer and his lips covered yours, but this time, there wasn't the same chastity of the church. Ubbe's hands brought you closer to the warmth of his body and you saw yourself involved by his scent as his spicy taste was spreading all over your mouth.
His tongue touched your lips and you softly opened them, feeling the way he deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth, degusting your reactions as if it was some kind of delight to him.
His hands started running your body slowly, searching for breaches in your dress, finding your skin in some points, causing you to shiver against his chest. Somehow, it seemed to be what he wanted, for soon he found a way to sneak his hands into your skirt, touching your skin where nobody dared to touch you before.
But he was your husband...
He should be allowed to slide his hands in between your thighs like that, right?
His lips should be allowed to run the skin of your neck in a warm and humid trail of kisses as he was doing, right?
Your mother told you it would happen. She never really raised you like the other women or like your father wanted you to be raised - completely chaste or pure. She knew how the men's world worked so, she taught you about the way men were pleased by the touches of your hands or the flavor of your skin. So, it wasn't such a surprise when his voice became a hoarse grunt in the back of his neck after your hands reached his skin into his shirt Ubbe helped you by taking out of your way.
His hands started untying the knots of your dress and you felt your heart racing into your chest.
You never had been naked in front of a man before. But the sight of your nakedness made his eyes to glow with a different color. The beautiful blues you saw before became darkened as they ran over your curves and Ubbe smiled.
"You're more beautiful than your dresses allow us to see, sweet wife," he said, causing your cheeks to burn, red once again. "Don't be ashamed... You shall get used to being praised very soon, for I couldn't be more satisfied with the wife I was blessed with."
His kisses became deeper. His touches, firmer. Soon your body was arching against the bed as you were trying to deal with the huge amount of different new sensations his lips, beard, and fingers running your body were making you feel, all at once. He seemed to know exactly what to do, where to touch, to take out your self-control and cause your voice to fill the room in sounds you never thought you were able to produce.
So, as you never thought a mouth was made for the things he showed you he could do with his tongue, running your nipples, your breasts, your bellybutton, and places of your body you never thought could be licked or kissed.
Your mother told you your husband would want to take your chastity. And she told you about the pain it would bring at the first moments. She just forgot to tell you how delicious it was to ride a man as if he was a wild horse under your body or how higher were the notes your voice could reach while your walls were pulsating around his hardness, taking smiles from your skilled husband due to the several times he was able to send you to heaven and above.
You were always taught men were touched by the sin of lust and heathens were demons that would lure you into hell. However, at the end of that night, it was you who was still mounting Ubbe like an Amazon, your belly full of his seed, but not enough he couldn't come into you one more time, growling the way you took a single night to learn it was your favorite tone of his voice.
Some few movements more and you collapsed in pleasure into his embrace. Tired, Ubbe leaned back at the bed, laying with your body over his; your skins glued by the sweat and fluids of a whole night of lust and pleasure.
For the first time since it all begun, you felt a little bit ashamed.
"I should be the one to lead you into heaven's way... And here am I, luring you into hell with the sin of lust... I must pray for our souls, husband. This way, we shall be lost to paradise," you mumbled, causing him to giggle, caressing your back that delicious way with his fingertips sliding through your skin from your nape to your hips and back, causing good shivers to spread all over your body.
"Then we shall feast in Valhalla instead," he said, causing you to look up at his face, seeing his beautiful smile. "It's not like the baptism really changes something in a man like me, wife. I mean... I saw Odin with my bare eyes and I was surely blessed by a Freya with one of her mares to be my wife. I might have accepted your terms, but my gods are still with me and if your god will punish us for being happy with our marriage, then I shall stick to the ones who will happily turn my seed in a child into your womb to celebrate what we become tonight, my dear wife."
His words making a sinful sense in your head.
"I should thank Alfred for this plan..." you said, smiling at him.
Ubbe came up to be a terrific thing in your life, after all.
However, he giggled.
"I suggested the marriage, sweet wife," he said, surprising you. "Your brother really cooperated a lot with my idea, but the initial idea of a marriage was mine. I saw you in that tent and I knew you should be mine... So, I asked the king if you were his daughter. If you were his servant, I would have bought you from him. But since you were his daughter, then I saw the perfect chance to seal the deal among us and having you mine the way I wanted."
You looked at him, surprised and impressed.
So, it wasn't a plan from your brilliant brother, but something your husband showed himself very smart and kinda audacious in trying.
"It seems my people were right and you are devilish minds, after all, sweet husband," you joked.
Ubbe held your waist, swirling the two of you in bed to put his body upon yours before pecking your lips and smiling against them.
"Devilish, you say. Smart, I call. One way or another, I have exactly what I wanted: Lands to my people, the end of this war and my beautiful wife, right where I wanted to have her."
You giggled.
"An evil mind... Poor me, married to such an evil man." you joked and he smiled.
"I didn't even start torturing you yet."
His fingers ran your belly, tickling your skin, and you laughed, oversensitive from the pleasure of moments before.
It all ended in a loving and passionate kiss before you smiled at your brand-new husband.
After all, the bishop and people of your lands were wrong about those men. And you couldn't be happier with your marriage.
You would pray your God for his words to be right. Or maybe you would pray his gods as well. But it would be good to think one of them would hear your prayers and make a child from his seed in your belly.
It would be good to see his offspring growing into you and put some more of those beautiful smiles on his lips.
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In the White Light - Prideshipping fic Chapter 8
Also on AO3.
Chapter 8 – A Smile On Each Face
“Seto!” After a full two days of searching for his elder brother, Mokuba found Kaiba fighting off a bunch of Orichalcos Soldiers – lowly servants of Dartz – with a Blue-Eyes White Dragon. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”
“Mokuba!” Kaiba accepted the hug Mokuba gave him. “If you had gotten here but a few minutes ago, the Flame Swordsmen would have sliced you to ribbons. What are you doing out here, instead of being with the others like I told you?”
“But you see, the others aren’t too far from us! And… um… Something really big and terrible happened! Come on!”
“Ow!” Kaiba winced a little as Mokuba led him to a lonely alley with a fence – against which leaned two sleeping people. “Care to explain what was so important that you had to nearly pull off my dueling arm?”
“Kaiba!”
Tristan would have punched Kaiba right then and there if Téa had not stopped him. “It’s… It’s Joey. He… Mai… Valon… Duke… Rebecca… They’re all gone.”
“‘Gone?’”
“They got their souls taken, dumbass!” Tristan answered. “If you didn’t just leave to fight by yourself, then…”
Téa cut in, “Kaiba, I know you hate the idea of friendship, but now is not the time to act like a lone wolf! You’re one of the strongest duelists we’ve ever met, and we really need your help. If only to save your company… Please.”
“Very well, since you begged…” Kaiba looked around, and had just remembered how Yami Yugi fled the hospital two days ago without telling anyone. “Wait a second. Where’s the pharaoh?”
“Um, yeah, about that…” Mokuba spoke up. “When we found Joey and Valon here, the pharaoh got so mad that he decided to storm Dartz’s building all by himself.”
“That moron!” Gritting his teeth, Kaiba took off his Duel Disk and put it on the ground.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Tristan exclaimed. “Don’t tell me you plan on running through hordes of monsters without your Duel Disk?”
“No. I’ve got a much more efficient way to get to Dartz’s building.”
It didn’t take Mokuba long to figure out what Kaiba wanted to do. “Seto!”
Ignoring his younger brother’s plea to stop – and the others’ reactions of shock – Kaiba concentrated on the light inside himself as it grew. When it dissipated, it revealed him in dragon form.
“Dude… That’s rad.” Tristan had no other words.
“Seto, be careful… Don’t let Dartz get to you.”
“Go help the pharaoh. We believe in the both of you! We’ll be right there, okay?”
Kaiba nodded as he picked up his Duel Disk with his claws and flew off. Only a few minutes later – thankfully, peaceful minutes with no monster fights - he found a building with an odd logo on the front. Heh. That didn’t take long. Still, there’s no way I’m going to blow my cover to Paradius. But where can I land without being noticed? Oh!
A hidden wall ladder conveniently led to the ceiling, and upon landing on it Kaiba transformed back, catching his Duel Disk before it could fall. “Maybe if I climb from the ceiling down, I won’t get noticed as easily.”
“Hah! Is that what you think?” spoke a voice Kaiba had not heard before.
“Who is that?” Kaiba climbed the ladder faster, and he nearly beamed at the first person he saw when he got to the top. “Pharaoh! Wh-Whoah!”
The odd sight of five Kuribohs bouncing around the battle arena nearly threw Kaiba off the ladder. “What’s with the circus act?”
“That’s what I said,” Rafael, Yami Yugi’s opponent, spoke nonchalantly.
“Kaiba!” Yami Yugi wasn’t as glad to see Kaiba there. “Get out of here, or you’ll get hurt!”
“So…” Kaiba glared at Rafael. “You’re the one who defeated the King of Games.”
“Interesting… Now I can take two strong souls in such a short amount of time, and our god the Great Leviathan can rule the world in peace once again!”
“You will not!” Kaiba tried to run in the middle of the playing field, until Yami Yugi stopped him.
“This is my own battle… Don’t interfere. This is the man who’s responsible for stealing the souls of Mai, Duke, and Rebecca.”
“That’s right, Seto Kaiba, don’t interfere. Watch as I defeat your beloved pharaoh and claim his soul for the Great Leviathan!”
Kaiba didn’t have a proper response to “beloved pharaoh,” and just bit his lip.
“You aren’t fooling anyone! I heard from Alister all about you! You love the pharaoh even more than your own company. You were flying all around Domino City as a dragon just to fight me and Dartz.” Rafael walked up to Yami Yugi. “By the way, I’m going to make you pay for what you did to him. After I’m through with the pharaoh, I’ll take your soul too!”
“Rafael, do you really want to do this? Dartz is just a coward who’s using you to fight his battles for him!”
“I don’t care. If I can help bring peace to this world, so be it. If anything, you’re the coward for hiding behind that boy Yugi. But today… You’ve got nobody to hind behind. One of us will walk free, and the other will become prisoner to the beast. But go on with whatever silly move it was you were making.”
“My Five Kuriboh Brothers now become Kuribandit! And before you start laughing, I use Dark Magic Curtain! At the cost of half of my life points, I special summon the Dark Magician – my ultimate monster! Say goodbye to your Guardian Elma!”
“She’s not going anywhere, pharaoh! Reveal Guadrian Formation! Elma moves to the back row created by the Seal of Orichalcos!”
He may seem like a coward, but that was an impressive move… Kaiba thought. He’s very knowledgeable about the Seal.
“This is the turn that I’ll end you just like I did in our last duel! I special summon Guardian Eatos, and give her the Celestial Sword Eatos! Now, Eatos, attack-”
“Not yet you don’t! I sacrifice Kuribandit! Now I can draw five cards but keep the traps and spells only.”
“Yugi, you imbecile!” Kaiba called out. “You do realize that in doing that, you’ve just made the Eatos’ attack power at 7000?”
“Thanks for the boost! Eatos, attack the Dark Magician!”
“Eatos will lose her power just as soon as she got it! One of the monsters in my graveyard was Electromagnetic Turtle. My Dark Magician is not only safe, but your Eatos is also back down to 3000 attack points.”
“How dare you mock my Eatos!”
“No, you’re just betraying her, and it’s backfiring. And I would know all about betraying monsters. I will summon my Big Shield Gardna in defense mode and switch my Dark Magician to defense mode! One card goes face down and I end my turn.”
“Now, this time for sure, your Dark Magician is-”
“Going to be hidden with my Magical Hats trap! Try finding him now!”
Even with a 3-in-4 chance of attacking Dark Magician, Rafael still failed. “Grr… I can still activate my Rod of Silence to summon Guardian Kay’est. You’re good at one thing, pharaoh, and that’s stalling for your inevitable doom!”
Yami Yugi activated Graceful Charity, and upon drawing his three new cards, he hoped, Heart of the cards, guide me… Aha! “But my doom hasn’t come yet! I will play the Eye of Timaeus, fusing him with my Dark Magician to create the Amulet Dragon!”
“But he’s still no match for-”
“Ah, but it is! You see, Amulet Dragon gains 300 ATK points for every spell card in my graveyard! That means he has 5300 attack points – enough to destroy your Guardian Eatos!”
“Eatos…” Rafael knelt, shedding tears for the monster he just lost. “Eatos… Come back! I still need you!”
“Rafael?”
Rafael’s cried quickly turned into cackles. “Hahaha… Dear pharaoh, you forgot about Eatos’ special ability! When she’s destroyed, she’s replaced by a creature of darkness, the Guardian Dreadscythe! She gets 500 attack points from my Guardian Eatos, plus extra points from my monsters that I sacrifice to her! Your so-called powerful Amulet Dragon is no more!”
“Rafael…” Yami Yugi cringed as his life points were down to 300. “I thought you hated having monsters in your graveyard… Now you’re sacrificing them all to Dreadscythe?”
“But I hate you even more! Now come, show me your futile efforts to keep your soul intact.”
“I use Card of Sanctity so that we may obtain up to six cards in our hands… Now I special summon Watapon, and tribute it to summon Dark Magician Girl, defense mode! I set a card face-down. Your move!”
“Should have kept her in attack mode! I use Obedience to put her there! Now, your time is finally at an-”
“Reveal my Magical Pigeon!”
“Haha… More magic tricks?”
“Magical Pigeon is a card that can only be used on Dark Magician Girl! She turned into a pigeon this turn to avoid your attack.”
“Just let me put you out of your misery already!”
“Rafael, listen to yourself! I know deep down, you are a kind man who is just tainted by the Orichalcos! This Underworld Circle card will make you see that!”
Kaiba watched as the entire playing field became engulfed in smoke. “Great, now I can’t see what’s going on!”
It didn’t take long for the duelists to come back, for when the smoke cleared, Yami Yugi spoke, “I special summon my Dark Magician, place a card face down, and end my turn. And since yours just started, I can also special summon my Jack’s Knight!”
“Then, I’ll start by destroying your Dark Magician – for the third time now!”
“Not with my Zero Gravity trap!”
“I counter your trap with Spirit Hunting so my Dreadscythe goes into attack mode! Now both of your monsters are gone! Come on, which one will you summon next before I finally finish you off?”
“Dark Magician Girl, that’s who! I will also use Altar of Restoration to special summon my Eye of Timaeus, fusing her with Dark Magician Girl! Take flight, Dark Magician Girl the Dragon Knight! Using her special effect, I will destroy your Dreadscythe!”
“But not for long! If I discard a card from my hand, Dreadscythe can come back!”
“Yugi!” Kaiba called out just as Yami Yugi was starting to feel a bit lightheaded. “You better not lose to this guy! Only I’m allowed to beat you, understand? Now nip this duel in the bud already!”
“Kaiba…” Yami Yugi smiled and stood firmly on his feet. “Your words… they give me hope.”
“Pharaoh! Cut it out with the flirting and take this duel more seriously!”
“Oh, but I am. I summon Queen’s Knight during your turn!”
“And in response to that, I use Sword of Sealing so that my Dreadscythe can defeat your Dark Magician Girl the Dragon Knight!”
“Gah…” Even Kaiba could feel the effects of Dreadscythe’s powerful attacks. No… He can’t lose… not like this… Eh?
Yami Yugi panted as he somehow still managed to stand. “I… I still have… 10 life points. My Reduction Barrier reduced your attack to 10%! Now I summon Big Shield Gardna and use my magic card Spider Web to use your Monster Reborn! And… you’re going to regret the horrible way you’ve treated your Guardian Eatos.”
“What do you… Wait, don’t tell me…”
“I summon Guardian Eatos! Using my newly forged Goddess Bow, I’ll attack your Dreadscythe until you can’t revive her anymore!”
As Rafael’s strongest monster had now left the field, Rafael fell to his knees. “So… So this is how it’s going to be, huh… Then I’ll summon my Guardian Grarl… and use Soul Charge… which summons all of my other monsters from the graveyard.”
“But why, Rafael? You’re no match for the Goddess Bow.”
“I just wanted my monsters to be free of the graveyard…” The Seal now glowed around Rafael, and Yami Yugi knew what would happen next. “Even if my actions cost me the rest of my life points.”
“Rafael…” Yami Yugi could feel tears in the back of his eyes as the Seal had appeared to have taken Rafael’s soul.
Yami Yugi reeled backwards a little, but before he did, Kaiba ran up and caught him. “Pharaoh…
“Kaiba… Wait, look out behind you! The Dreadscythe is coming!”
Not scared of this enemy that came out of Rafael’s deck of her own volition, Kaiba unfurled his wings, cutting the Dreadscythe to pieces. “Go back to the darkness where you belong!”
“Ah… Th-Thank you.”
“Are you okay now?” Kaiba asked when he retracted his dragon features.
Yami Yugi turned around, and with his face buried in Kaiba’s chest he cried softly, “I know I’ve won many comeback duels, but… I was so afraid that I would lose… and be apart from you forever!”
Kaiba could now feel Yami Yugi hug him even more tightly. “Pharaoh? What’s going on?”
Instead of answering his question, Yami Yugi pulled Kaiba’s head closer to him to steal a kiss.
Am I… dreaming? At first taken off guard, Kaiba bent his back and drew Yami Yugi even nearer, holding him there until Yami Yugi abruptly pulled away. His short-lived happiness now gone, he spoke softly, “Pharaoh… Quit playing with my feelings like that. I’m not a deck of cards that you can just do whatever you want with.”
Yami Yugi stood there for a time, trying to still his heart before turning back to Kaiba. “But I’m not playing with you, Kaiba! I’ve… I’ve finally realized that… I-”
“Heeeeey!” A familiar voice called out, silencing Yami Yugi’s next words. “Oh, thank goodness you’re safe! So how did the duel go?”
“T-Téa!” Flabbergasted at the appearance of Téa, Mokuba, and Tristan, Yami Yugi needed a minute before he could think of what to say. “Um… I… I won… and then the Seal of Orichalcos took Rafael’s soul.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that! Look!” Tristan pointed at the spot in which Rafael had initially disappeared, and sure enough, a conscious Rafael sat there.
“Rafael!” The three friends knelt at Rafael’s side.
“You’re the real Rafael, right?” Tristan asked. “Soul and all?”
“Yes.”
“I think I know what happened…” Yami Yugi spoke up. “The Seal feeds on the anger of others. Since you did such a noble thing, it couldn’t take your soul.”
“That’s right…” Rafael looked to the clear sky with tears of joy. “Father… Mother… My dear siblings… All of my departed family, I am now free.”
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Endgame spoilers !! Beware the spoil !!
This movie was amazing. With a lot of humor, which never fall flat. I was dumbfounded from the beginning to the end tbh Nobody asked for it but there is my hot take of Avengers 4 :
I felt really bad for Thor because ya know, depression™️ but damn the surprise/shock made me laugh. Noobmaster is an absolute evil that we need to end. They kinda did him dirty, I really wasn’t wanting for that but eh 🤷🏻♀️ Broken man 😔 Everytime I think about how much he lost I die inside a little more. Rocket was the real best dude here. Cheers to him. I was so fck happy for him when he got his hammer back !!! Like !!! "I’m still worthy" !!!!! You go you funky thunderous man !!! He deserves to be happy at all cost. Protect this man. During the last battle I was shook, with both his hammer and axe, fighting the purple asshole, so cool. Amazing, truly. Also, when he gave Valkyrie the commandment ?? My queen. She’s now my queen. By the way, we all know who’s in command of the Guardians now 🔥🔥😂
I can’t exprim how much I was sad for Natasha. When I saw them climbing this damned mountain I understood it was over for her 😭😭 I will love her until my dying breaths. She did deserve better but she died protecting her family, and the earth. She was the one who fought until the end, who did everything she could, and managed to avenge the earth. Thanks to her Thanos was defeated. Let’s honor her 😭👊🏻🔥
Clint. Like, dude. Pain. Angst. A bit of stupidity but that’s Clint so yeah. The assasinsbowl was ofc won by Natasha, and he lived. I would’ve been pissed if he died because he killed all this (bad indeed) people out of pettiness and sadness and anger for his family but he would’ve let himself die ? I understand. But like, dude. No. You’re a father. A husband. Natasha was ofc going to sacrifices herself instead of you.
HULK !!! My man. He’s happy and that’s all that matter 😭❤️ We stan a confident and humourus man y’all (Im still waiting for a height joke when Scott got aaaaaall huge in the end rip) Also, him being ashamed of his past self ??? Amazing. I couldn’t even in my wildest dreams lol I was dead when he met the old sorceress and got kicked out of his body lmaoo
STEVE. Or best known as America’s ass. Bae. I love that man. Everybody does. He did it. He did all his possible and it payed off. Also what a quick learner. When the hammer got lift, I was "W H O ???" Tbh I was thinking Loki, like "yo surprise bitches" but it was way better xD I think I screamed lmaooo But man, so fucking cool and impressive. That scene where he stand alone in front of Thanos and of his whole army ? With his broken shield ? I C O N I C. I am already seeing all the edit, gif, tribute, fanart and fanfic about it. I can’t wait y’all. Although, I was a bit disappointed about his closure ? Like yeaaah it was neat but... idk....... a bit dissatisfied and disappointed. The Steve/Steve was funny but also sad, idk. Although, Steve in the elevator saying Heil Hydra was beautiful.
Tony. I need to say it. Steve did him dirty. Like. Poor man. He didn’t deserve that, at all. I would’ve preferred Steve snapping down Thanos than him. He’s a father !! A husband too !!! Steve promised to him he wasn’t going to die. LIES, ALL LIES. I’m salty. But no hate for the blond man please. In the end, it was Tony choice. In the end with "The proof that Tony Stark has a heart" was heartbreaking. I wasn’t ready AT ALL. I’m not his biggest fan but oh damn, Sadness got me down. His daughter ? Pain. The little kid from Iron man 3 ?? Pain. Happy being sad ? Pain. Pepper ? Pain. I’m dead. He deserved better 😔 When he met his dad, I was dying. Dying of sadness but also of joy. Glad he could talk to him, and even hug him !!!!
Carol !!! THE bitch. I love her. She could walk on me and I would apologize. We didn’t saw her that much but ya know, it’s cool. I gave her entry a 9/10 because there wasn’t thunder lol (unlike Thor in Infinity War, who rightfully had a mighty 10/10). She was a queen. That haircut ? Beautiful.
Nebula. She’s my bae. Protect her. She’s doesn’t seem to need it but she does. Baby. She baby. But she’s a dangerous baby so be careful lmao Her killing in cold blood her past her (??? Was that suicide ?? Or murder ?? Or murder suicide idk ???) to protect her past sister was tragically sad and heartbreaking and beautiful. I’m saying a lot beautiful but hey I’m doing my best with my limited vocabulary. Nebula and her, and the guardian deserves happiness. Lowkey shooketh that nobody saw it was the past Nebula and not the right one but I’m going to excuse them by saying it the excitement of having all Infinity stones and of sadness for Natasha. Other way I’m about to throw hands 🤬😤
Iconic moment :
Carol saving Tony’s ass. We all knew that was how it gonna to happen but I was so relieved. 9/10.
Thor killing in cold blood Thanos in front of everyone, dead inside was wow, brutal. Not happiness out of it, no recomfort. Merciless, brutal, cold. He was here for the head and he got it. 7/10
Not an iconic moment but shush. The five years later ? I was astonished. It must have been 5 painful years. The world was in shred, dusts and broken people everywhere. Pain. Everything is blue, melancholic, broke. If I was one of the missing people coming back I would tell to every fucking one that joke "Hey, I’m gone like 5 seconds and everybody go apeshit ? What would you all do without me ?" Yeah im that bitch lmao 10/10 because you feel that emptiness and sadness.
Tony joining the idiots and Tired Steve™️ with an actual good plan in his fancy car with a lot of skids and other fancy stuff ? 10/10 good one, boi
That scene from Avengers 1 ? Then them on the side ? 6/10
Steve in that elevator ? You already know. 9/10
Steve commenting on his own ass ?? 1000/10 Trust me, it’s fair. Were waiting for that since Avengers 1.
I love Steve
Loki ?? Man, that dude is a joke but I love him. The face he made when he saw the case slide.... beautiful. The face he made when he jumped in the time hole ??? Iconic. 10/10. I want to know how everything is gonna to play with his series. I wanted more of him tbh I even was waiting for him in the last battle. By the way, is he still dead ? If he never went to Odin.... idk. Lowkey confused here.....
And last but not least :
The final battle.
Damn.
The fight between Iron Man, Thor, Captain and Thanos was intense. I was on the edge of my seat lmao It reminds me of their fight in Avengers 1, in the forest, for Loki. They were fighting against each other, now they’re fighting together 🔥👊🏻❤️ 9/10
Steve picking up the hammer ? 10/10 No comment, it’s fair. (The "I knew it" of Thor was priceless)
Steve getting a rematch on Thanos with both his shield and Hammer ? I C O N I C. 9/10 because it didn’t last long in my opinion.
Steve in front of the whole army ? Alone ? The face dirty of dirt and blood, the shield cut in half ? After he slowly stood up, even tho he was tired and probably had broken ribs ? How dare you not applause. That old man was ready to fight them all, and to fucking die. Stupid but amazing. 1001/10. Slightly better than him commenting on his own ass lmao (tag me if u ever do a fanart of this scene please)
Sam calling Steve ? Not iconic but still. I was dying and it cured me. My skin is clear, my debt are payed off, my grades are perfect and I’m now immortal.
The Powerful Women squad ? Damn. I love it. Sign me up for 10 movies about their shenanigans around the universe. 10/10
All the dead one coming back to life ? All the dead coming through the portals ? And looking badass af ?? Doctor Strange ? Wong ? Wanda ? Sam ? Bucky ? Spider man ? The Guardians looking sharp ? Black Panther with his sister and Okoye ? The Wankanda Army ? The spatial ships ? EVERYONE ????? Bitch Please, it was perfect. 10/10.
Tony snapping ? "I’m Iron Man." I was euphoric. 10/10. Then I was really sad. So 10/pain
"Proof that Tony Stark has an heart" ? A painful 7/10.
As you can read, I loved that movie. Like, very much, but, I’m a bit dissatisfied about the music. The Russos were idk, timid ? Shy about it. Most of them were old one, the themes of the characters and the principal theme (the one from avengers 1). Nothing too extraordinary, nor extravagant. Can do better.
Also, idk why but I found that Hulk was a bit weird ? Idk he seemed emotionless ? Maybe it’s only me but I didn’t like that much the CGI of Hulk this time.
Wanda. She barely spoke. Rip
Tony’s death. He shouldn’t have died.
Steve’s old days/death/idk. I’m not buying it. I don’t like it either. Glad Sam is Captain America now tho. Sad for Bucky. The dude is gonna end up alone in 2022 (or idk what years) with only Sam and Steve’s grandchildren or idk Rip dude
There is soooo much to say about this movie. Like, I write something down and something else is immediately coming up x) Maybe I’ll edit stuff later.
#mcu#avengers#avengers endgame#steve rogers#captain america#iron man#thor#ant man#loki#black widow#ronin#hawkeye#the avengers#chris hemsworth#chris evans#robert downey jr#carol danvers#brie larson#natasha romanoff#hulk#the incredible hulk#bruce banner#dr hulk#the russos#the russo brothers#sound like mafioso names tbh#marvel#marvel endgame#endgame premiere
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a letter to my father
My whole life, I have given thanks and praise to my mom for everything good that has happened to me. I remember to always pay tribute to her sacrifice, her work ethic, and solid values that paved the road for everything I’ve succeeded in. She’s my hero, my life, my mom.
But I realize that I never give any recognition for my dad, as if he didn’t cross oceans as well.
I can’t believe how little I know about him. His past, his journey, even his personality. There’s few words that could be exchanged between us, with his limited English and my unwillingness to speak Vietnamese because I don’t want to sound wrong. When I was younger, it was easier. We had quality time during car rides to pre-school and dance class where we would sing “Uuuuuuuup, doooooown” when driving over small hills. He carried me from the car whenever I fell asleep and drove me and my friends to the mall almost every weekend. We would spend Sundays at the flea market or Home Depot picking out plants. I would laugh at him because he would sing along to ‘Umbrella’ by Rihanna and mispronounce umbrella every time to make me laugh. Years later, my mom told he always knew how to say it, he just pretended he didn’t.
I think I was jealous. Jealous of people who have such complete relationships with their father; the ability to pick up the phone and call him to just talk without both of us struggling to find words we both understand. People with dads they can easily joke or debate with; people who really know who their dad is as a person. I didn’t know how to connect with him the way everyone else connects with theirs.
But my relationship with my dad is as valid and complete as anyone else’s. My dad has always been present for me. He spent his years working 10 hour days, 6 days a week and still came to my school performances and ceremonies. He never asked for anything except maybe some help with yardwork. His way of telling me he loves me is by asking what I’m doing right now and when I’m coming home next.
I do know him, maybe not in the way that thought I should, but I know him. I know that he loves to read and stay current because he buys translated versions of popular books (we have the entire translated Twilight series) and constantly watches the news. He loves to garden and he knows how to cook. He is the most generous tipper and is always the first to pull out his wallet when someone asks for change. He doesn’t say anything and doesn’t like to be acknowledged publicly. He looks to go for walks and sitting and thinking. My dad literally sits for hours at the end of the day just drinking beer and thinking. So badly, I want to know what he thinks about. He is unapologetically himself and he never feels shame for being curious about how things work in America, despite being here for almost 30 years. He explores every building he is in so that he knows where the bathroom is (it’s also a good excuse when he finds himself where he’s not supposed to be) and will wander off in the middle of meal and somehow always makes it back in time to pay the check.
I know that he loves me. He hangs a picture of me and my brother by his station at the nail salon and always calls me on my birthday. Whenever I come home for a break or holiday, he always asks if I’m hungry. Even if I say no, he makes something anyways. Whenever I’m watching tv in the living room, he sits and watches with me even if it’s crappy MTV reality shows. He makes a point to know who my friends are and even partied with us sometimes in high school. He started giving me loose hugs when I started college and even says “Ok!” when I tell him I love him.
Before, I thought I felt bad for him. I felt bad that he didn’t have any friends in our hometown and that he doesn’t have people to talk to. But presently, he found a Vietnamese community close enough by that he can be involved and even go to parties. I felt bad that sometimes people would look at him weird because he grunts and points instead of using words, but after two decades of living in our small town, people found a soft spot for him and knows exactly what he wants when he points (thank you employees of Winn-Dixie). He is generous, showing me that if you have more cash in your pocket than you need, give it away. Tip 50% and pay for your friends if you can.
I love you Ba. Thank you.
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The Hunger Games: The Games
This section begins right after Peeta declared his love for Katniss and ends when Katniss goes to search for Peeta in the arena. We follow Katniss through the arena on her own and with Rue, and it makes sense that Katniss doesn’t even speak to Peeta in the arena until the section marked “The Victor”. The only time we hear of him is when they first enter the arena, when he’s with the Careers the first night, and then when he saves Katniss from Cato after the trackerjacker attack.
The D12 team rationalizing Katniss about Peeta’s love has always been an interesting part of the book to me. She wasn’t accepting or curious or flattered, she was downright enraged. Being seen as weak is one of Katniss’ biggest fears, and I think it goes back to when she was a weak 11-year-old trying to keep her family alive. One of her biggest regrets is not being able to pay Peeta back when she was literally at her weakest, and she instantly hardened to hold her own in the Hob and getting fair trades around the district. Any emotion with sensitivity is weak to Katniss, so she wants none of it. This is also why she gets upset when Peeta refers to Gale as her boyfriend.
The rooftop scene used to confuse me, but as the series goes on the central theme tends to return to this.
“I don’t know how to say it exactly. Only... I want to die as myself. Does that make any sense?” he asks. I shake my head. How could he die as anyone but himself? “I don’t want them to change me in there. Turn me into some kind of monster that I’m not.” I bite my lip, feeling inferior. While I’ve been ruminating on the availability of trees, Peeta has been struggling with how to maintain his identity. His purity of self... “Only I keep wishing I could think of a way to.. to show the Capitol they don’t own me. That I’m more than just a piece in their Games,” says Peeta
The Capitol has always had such control over the districts, saying where they can go, who can live, and how they’re treated. For the past 74 years children have been expendable pieces in their Games, the Victor only remaining to give hope to the districts. In classic Katniss fashion she has been worried about the practical side of the Games and looking into survival, while Peeta has been looking to be his own personal rebellion. Not wanting to play into the viciousness and gore the Capitol looks forward to in the Games, he even teams up with the Careers to try and prevent Katniss’ death even if it meant his own life. Sacrifice isn’t something seen in these Games, yet Katniss has sacrificed herself for Prim and Peeta has sacrificed himself for Katniss. These two were always bound to be an anomaly in the Games. They never wanted to just follow the crowd and play into the injustice, whether they knew it or not they have been ready to support a revolution.
As Katniss rides in the hovercraft she looks out the window and notes “This is what birds see. Only they’re free and safe. The very opposite of me”. With Katniss’ history and future with birds and mockingjays, this small line is very heavy. As the Mockingjay of the rebellion, she will feel caged in more often than she wants to be at the hands of the Gamemakers, President Snow, and Coin.
In the initial bloodbath, Katniss blames Peeta for distracting her from getting to the Cornucopia. As mad as this makes her, there is a slim probability she would have survived so I think Peeta saved her life literally right out of the gates. Throughout the Games she makes so many plans she is confident in, yet there are continuous surprises she encounters. She’s lucky she gets the pack full of supplies which will each lead to her survival. The fact that Clove didn’t chase her into the woods is a bold move on her part. They all knew she was the primary target in the Games, yet she let her slip out of her hands when she could’ve had her. I’m sure she was kicking herself all the way up until Thresh smashed her skull in.
As Katniss navigates the Games alone, she’s really just relying on her survival skills and staying quiet. Without her bow she doesn’t have much in terms of defense, so she fills her days with hunting and staying out of the way. I would love to know what the sponsors were thinking when they saw her out there like she was on a little adventure. When the fire comes, she’s smart enough to realize the arena’s rigged and just needs to get out of the fire section. The symbolism of The Girl on Fire burning under fireballs could not be missed by anyone, and I’m sure Caesar and Claudius had a fun time with that one. While she thinks maybe Cinna’s designs were the cause of the attack, but because the parade occurs only a week before the Games, I’m sure they had bigger things to worry about than a seemingly normal tribute who would most likely die in the Games.
Rue is the first time I think anyone in the Capitol sees Katniss open up at all. Before this she has been stoic and quiet and refused to give anything up in herself. She said previously kind people work their way into her heart, and I think this is also true with the innocent like Rue. She is so small and reminds her of Prim, she has no choice but to take the girl under her wing and nurture her as much as she can. She opens up and makes her first offensive attack because of Rue; a lifesaving move that’ll start to kill of the Career pack. When she sings to Rue in the final minutes of her life, I can only imagine the reactions from the rest of the districts. District 12 admired Katniss before she even left, so there must be a sense of pride from them. In District 11 Rue was the first to signal quitting time in the fields, so there had to be numerous people who thought fondly of her and had small interactions with her. The film shows us the beginnings of uprising during this time in 11, but I’d be curious to see the results in the other districts. What was it like in 8, where obvious unrest had been growing in the citizens? Were there sympathizers in the Capitol who started to understand the horrors of sending little kids off to slaughter? Katniss’ perspective is limited to the arena, but there’s an entire country who’ve never seen such humanity inside a Hunger Games arena.
Sassniss and other funny quotes
And then, because it’s Effie and she’s apparently required by law to say something awful, she adds “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I finally got promoted to a decent district next year!”
“This is just your tracker, Katniss. The stiller you are, the more efficiently I can place it”, she says. Still? I’m a statue.
Now the Gamemakers will always be able to trace my whereabouts in the arena. Wouldn’t want to lose a tribute.
I have to bite my lip not to scream every foul name I know at the fire starter.
Stupid people are dangerous.
I might fall straight into a pit of vipers, but I can’t worry about that now.
Maybe showing up stark naked in that chariot would have been safer for me.
...the little flames on my fingernails that are beginning to chip off. Good. I’ve had enough fire for a lifetime.
“How’s everything with you?” I call down [to the Careers]... “Well enough,” says the boy from District 2. “Yourself?” “It’s been a bit warm for my taste,” I say.
Glimmer I hear someone call her - ugh, the names people in District 1 give their children are so ridiculous - anyway Glimmer
I rank music somewhere between hair ribbons and rainbows in terms of usefulness. At least a rainbow gives you a tip about the weather.
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Marco vs. the Forces of Love Episode 15: Long Slow Goodbye
Summary: SEASON FINALE It’s a hoot and a holler when Star and the girls mourn the death of Marco. Apparently, things will never be the same at Mewni.
Star vs. the Forces of Evil belongs to:
© Daron Nefcy
© Disney Television Animation
[theme song]
ACT I
[The episode starts with Ludo carrying a gold bar outside the cave from the previous episode]
Ludo:
[singing] ♫ Gold fever, got me high / Spinning my head without looking in my eyes / Gold fever at a time / We’re gonna get rich before I die ♫ come on girls hurry up, time is money… [laughs]
[Bald eagle and Giant spider carry 20 bars at time, but Giant spider gets too exhausted and stops halfway through the exit]
Ludo:
Hey, what are you doing? Move, move, move!!! you can laze around later...
[Giant spider stands up and keeps carrying the gold on its back]
Ludo:
[sigh] Why do I have to do all the job around here?
[They keep carrying the gold outside the cave when suddenly Mina and his army show up armed with bows and arrows]
Ludo:
Oh, shit...
Mina:
[aiming at Ludo’s head] Alright Avarious, the game is over: You’re under arrest, put your hands behind your neck!!!
Ludo:
[looking at his minions] What’s going on? I thought everyone left Mewni...
Mina:
Not anymore, Toffee was destroyed and everything went back to normal...
Ludo:
Oh, come on!!!
[In that Moment, King River shows up]
King River:
Is everything okay Mina?
Mina:
Yeah, don’t worry your majesty: I have everything under control now...
King River:
[grabbing a gold bar] Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried...
Ludo:
Hey!!! What are you doing? get your filthy hands off my gold!!!
King River:
Gold? What are you talking about? oh, you mean this?
[King River takes the wrap off and reveals that are really chocolate bars]
Ludo:
[baffled] Wait, so you’re telling me this whole stack of gold is nothing but chocolate?!
King River:
My secret stack of chocolate to be more precise, which apparently is not so secret anymore...
Ludo:
B-But how can it be? I mean, those things we’re so heavy...
King River:
Really? wow, you’re such a wimp… take him away.
[The guards handcuff Ludo and take him away along with Bald eagle and Giant spider]
Mina:
I don’t get it, why do you have a secret stack of chocolate?
King River:
My wife don’t let me eat chocolate, she says that it makes me fat... [takes a bite] but what does she know anyway? you want some?
Mina:
Uhm, no thanks, I’m okay...
[Cut to the citizens of Mewni returning to their homes. Meanwhile at the castle, Hekapoo explains to Queen Moon what happened]
Hekapoo:
[petting Nachos] ...and then they vanish into thin air. So far, that’s all I know about what happened...
Queen Moon:
But I still don’t understand how...
Hekapoo:
Look, I’m just as confused as you are, okay? stop asking me about things beyond my comprehension. Besides, this is not the right time.
Omnitraxus:
Well, whatever it was it certainly fixed our previous problem. According to our research, the levels of magic energy are slowly but surely returning back to normal and people will be able to use magic spells in just a couple of weeks.
Rhombulus:
What should we do now?
Queen Moon:
I supposed we should revoke the martial law now that everything went back to normal; that is if you’re 100% sure that is safe to do so...
Omnitraxus:
Don’t worry your majesty, now that Toffee is gone we can reinstate the citizens back to their homes.
Queen Moon:
Then so be it...
Omnitraxus:
I’ll tell Sean to prepare the podium.
Queen Moon:
By the way: Where’s Star?
[Cut to Star, Jackie and Janna watching the giant crater that was formed after Toffee and Marco were disintegrated]
Star:
I couldn’t even say goodbye to him...
Jackie:
[grabbing Star’s shoulder] Star, I just want you to know that if you need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll be there for you anytime you need.
Janna:
You can count on me too Star, just give me a call and I’ll be there for you.
[Star is too devastated to pay them attention]
Star:
[shedding tears] It should have been me Jackie, it should have been me instead of him...
Jackie:
Star, please don’t say that...
Star:
But it’s true. If it weren’t for me and my jealousy, none of this would happened.
Janna:
Oh, come on Star, don’t put all the blame to yourself. We’re all in this together, remember? Star?
[Star keeps watching the crater while she gets on her knees. In that moment, Queen Moon arrives along with the Magic High Commission]
Queen Moon:
Star, Hekapoo told me what happened and I just want you to say I’m sorry. I know how important he was for you. Is there anything I can for you?
Star:
Can you… bring Marco back?
Queen Moon:
[scratching her head] Uhm, I’m sure he had his reasons to...
Star:
[getting angry] Answer the damn question: Can you bring him back or not?!!!
Queen Moon:
[sigh] No... no I can’t.
Star:
Then do me a favor and mind your own business.
Jackie:
Star, that’s not the way to answer to your mother.
Star:
[mocking her] “that’s not the way to answer to your mother” shut up...
Janna:
Hey, leave Jackie alone, don’t vent your anger on us just because you don’t know how to deal with Marco’s death!!! [everyone gasps] I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...
[Star uses dimensional scissors to open a portal and run into it while trying to hide her tears]
Janna:
[facepalm] Oh crap!
Omnitraxus:
So… I guess it’s not the right time to...
Hekapoo:
No, no, no ,just... do what you have to do, okay? the girls and I will take care of princess Butterfly...
Rhombulus:
Okay, we’ll just make our research down the crater and we’ll let you alone… sorry about your loss.
[Omnitraxus and Rhombulus descent into the crater while Queen Moon comforts the girls]
Queen Moon:
First of all: I would like to express my condolences for the loss of Marco. Although I didn’t know him very well, I’m sure he would be glad to know that you’re all okay and I’ll make sure to pay tribute to him and his heroic sacrifice. Also, if there’s anything I can do for you, don’t be afraid to tell me.
Jackie:
[sobbing] We appreciate your kind gesture your majesty, but we have to deal with this all by our own...
Janna:
Actually: It's Marco’s parents you should be talking right now, don’t you think?
Queen Moon:
Oh, you’re right: I forgot about Marco’s parents.
Hekapoo:
Well, if you’re gonna talk to them, you should do it like… right now, because it’s been awhile and they must be worried sick about their son.
Queen Moon:
Right… I better get going. I just don’t know how to handle this situation.
Jackie:
Just be honest and tell them the truth.
Queen Moon:
It’s not that simple, okay? You’ll understand when you’re a mother.
Jackie:
[staring at the ground] Sure I will...
Queen Moon:
Maybe River can help me with this, I’m sure if we go together we can handle this...
[Cut to Marco’s living room. Mrs. Diaz is crying her heart out on her husband’s shoulder while Queen Moon and King River look at each other]
Mrs. Diaz:
[screaming] MY BABY!!! My precious little baby!!! Why? Why Why?!!!
Mr. Diaz:
[hugging his wife] Shhh… it’s okay, just let it out dear...
Queen Moon:
I’m... deeply sorry for what happened to your son Mr. and Mrs. Diaz. I can only imagine the amount of emotional pain you’re feeling right now, so I want to express my condolences to you...
Mr. Diaz:
And we thank you for your understanding and support at this difficult time your majesty. I’m sure Marco would appreciate it.
Queen Moon:
On the contrary: We are the ones who should thank your son for saving Mewni. He was a bold and brave young man who put others before himself.
King River:
Indeed, I had the privilege to know him personally and I can assure you that he was one of a kind. In fact: Our daughter loved him very much and she’s just as devastated as you are right now.
Queen Moon:
Anyway: The reason we’re here is to request your permission to make Marco’s wake ceremony on Mewni. I know for a fact that it’s not very orthodox to do these kind of events outside the family circle, but it would be very important for us...
Mrs. Diaz:
[sobbing] I don’t know, my... husband and I need to talk about it...
Queen Moon:
It’s okay, we understand that you need some time. In case you decide to change your mind, here’s my number...
[Queen Moon gives them her phone number]
Mr. Diaz:
We’ll consider you offer your majesty...
[Meanwhile at the kitchen, the teapot makes a whistling noise]
Mrs. Diaz:
Oh, it looks like the tea is ready, I’ll go for it.
Mr. Diaz:
Wait for me honey...
[Mr. And Mrs. Diaz go to the kitchen leaving Queen Moon and King River alone at the living room]
King River:
Well, I must admit it: you certainly know how to handle these situations.
Queen Moon:
Yeah, I guess, it could’ve been worse. I still feel bad for them though, I mean, losing your only child must be the hardest thing for a parent to endure.
King River:
Can you imagine if it had been Star instead of Marco?
Queen Moon:
I don’t even want to think about it...
King River:
That’s exactly my point. These are the kind of tragedies that makes you reflect about yourself and the thing you have done with your life so far.
Queen Moon:
Wow, that was a surprisingly deep comment River, I’m impressed.
King River:
Oh, so now you’re implying that I’m just a bumbling with nothing important to say.
Queen Moon:
[facepalm] Oh, please don’t start with that again...
[Cut to Echo Creek academy where Alfonzo and Ferguson are crying in front of a picture of Marco while Jackie and Janna try to comfort them]
Ferguson:
[hugging Alfonzo] Why? why? why?!!! he was so young!!!
Alfonzo:
[hugging Ferguson] Now, who’s gonna protect us from the school bullies? we’re so screwed.
Janna:
Guys, listen: I know this is a hard time for all of us, but we have to remain strong and move on...
Ferguson:
Easy for you to say, no one picks on you because you’re a girl...
Alfonzo:
Now without Marco, we’re going back to be the school’s punching bags.
Jackie:
Oh come guys, you’re just exaggerating.
Alfonzo:
But it’s true...
Ferguson:
Yeah, in fact: the only reason you’re talking to us is because we were Marco’s friends.
Janna:
Well, that’s a good point.
Jackie:
[poking Janna] Janna!!!
[Meanwhile, all the students gather around to pay respect to Marco by leaving flowers and other stuff next to the photo]
Blake:
Oh man, this is so depressing.
Evon:
You can say that again.
Dan:
Poor Marco, he had so much potential.
Chet:
Indeed, I remember when he broke Silver Hill’s swimming record like it was yesterday. Such a hard working guy.
Tammy:
But now, he’s swimming in heaven.
[In that moment, Brittney and the cheerleaders show to make an announcement]
Brittney:
[using a megaphone] Attention everyone: *ehem* As the head of the cheerleading team as well as the president of the school committee, it is my duty to inform you that regarding the tragic death of our classmate Marco Diaz, the committee will launch a donation campaign to help Marco’s parents to pay for a proper funeral. Right now, the Diazes are... going through a bit of a hard time economically speaking, so… make sure to make your donations today...
[Sabrina and Chantal hold the donation boxes as she speaks]
Sabrina:
Put your money here, remember: this is for a good cause.
Chantal:
Thank you for your donations, God bless you.
[More people come around to donate money]
Hope:
[donating a dollar] This is so sad, Marco was such a great guy.
Sabrina:
Yeah, tell me about it...
Leah:
[donating two dollars] Now Echo Creek will never be the same...
Chantal:
I get tears off my eyes just to think about it
[In that moment Principal Skeeves shows up completely devastated]
Principal Skeeves:
Oh, my sweet safety boy!!! What am I gonna do without you? where am I gonna find another student who can break another record for me? my entire career is doomed, DOOMED I TELL YOU!!!
[Cut to Janna talking to Brittney]
Janna:
[crossing her arms] Okay Brittney, since when do you care so much about Marco and his family? What are trying to do, virtue signaling?
Brittney:
Janna, Janna, Janna… you’re getting the wrong idea, as much as I never really liked Marco, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna celebrate his demise making fun of everyone. I may look like a cold-hearted bitch, but even I have standards.
Janna:
I was not aware of that.
Brittney:
Besides: Star is the one who I actually despise.
StarFan13:
Speaking of Star: Where is she?
Janna:
[scratching her head] Well, Star is… Uhm, how can I put it?
Jackie:
Star is... still too overwhelmed about Marco’s death. She needs some time alone, that’s all...
StarFan13:
Oh that’s too bad, I wanted to comfort her.
Jackie:
Don’t worry, I’ll tell Star that you sent her your best wishes, that sure will make her feel better.
StarFan13:
[hugging Jackie] Oh, thanks Jackie, you’re the best...
Jackie:
Don’t mention it, that’s what friends are for.
[StarFan13 gives 15 dollars and then leaves]
Janna:
I hope you’re right about Star.
Jackie:
I’m just trying to think positive.
Janna:
Yeah I know, but I can’t help but think that she’s the one who got most affected by Marco’s death. I don’t think she will get over it overnight.
Jackie:
I get the point, but you also got to understand that is Star that we’re talking about, you know how sensitive she tends to be when it comes to issues like this...
Janna:
I can only imagine what must be going through her head.
[Cut to Star lying on the couch watching pictures of Marco in her cell phone. A dimensional portal opens and Queen Moon shows up]
Queen Moon:
Hey Star, can I come in?
Star:
[watching her cell phone] Yeah sure, do what you want...
[Queen Moon sits on the couch]
Queen Moon:
I... brought you your magic wand… [shows the wand]
Star:
[still watching her phone] You can keep it if you want. At this point I don’t even care...
Queen Moon:
Oh Star, don’t be like that. This wand is yours.
Star:
I’m serious mom, ever since I got that thing I’ve been causing nothing but trouble.
Queen Moon:
Well, we all make mistakes once in awhile...
Star:
Mistakes? I literally drove my best friend to SUICIDE, don’t you understand? as a princess and ruler I’m a total disaster. I don’t want to risk anyone’s lives anymore...
Queen Moon:
Listen Star: Part of growing up is...
Star:
Oh, for the love of… [facepalm] why you always do this to me?!!! why can’t you understand that I DON’T want to be queen?!!! I never asked for any of this, so why you insist?
Queen Moon:
Because I want to help you.
Star:
Well, don’t do it. It’s not gonna work… [looks the other way]
[Queen Moon watches her daughter while trying to think of something to say]
Queen Moon:
Okay, so… I guess I’ll leave you alone then... [puts the wand over the couch] I’m gonna put this right here just in case you decide to change your mind.
Star:
[looking at the phone] Whatever...
Queen Moon:
By the way: The Diazes called me yesterday and told me that they agreed to make Marco’s wake ceremony here by thursday here at Mewni. I would be nice if you show up just to pay respect.
[Star tries to ignore her by using headphones]
Queen Moon:
Well, I already told you the news, so… I’ll see you then...
[Queen Moon uses the dimensional scissors to open a portal and leaves. Star gets so mad that she throws the phone away, then she takes the wand and uses it to destroy the room]
Star:
MEGA NARWHAL BLAST!!! [destroys a chair] WINTER STORM HYPER BLOW!!! [destroys a water cooler] STRAWBERRY ANNIHILATION!!! [destroys a desk] SUPERSONIC LEACH BOMB!!! [destroys a bunch of curtains] RAINBOW AVALANCHE!!! [destroys a bunch of posters] SUPER RAINBOW DOLPHIN SLAP!!! [destroys a bunch of random things on the floor] SHOOTING STAR EXPLOSION!!! [destroys a wall]
[Star ends up destroying everything in the room,so she decides to she lays on the floor and starts crying while holding the wand]
ACT II
[Cut to Ludo being escorted to the Butterfly castle by Mina’s troops. Meanwhile, all the people around just boo him off while throwing rotten fruit]
Villager #1:
YOU TRAITOR!!!
Villager #2:
OFF HIS HEAD!!!
Villager #3:
BURN HIM ALIVE!!!
Villager #4:
CRUSH HIS BONES!!!
[Ludo just keeps his head down to avoid all eye contact. The guards are having trouble keeping the crowd away, so they quickly enter the castle while everyone shouts at them]
Everyone:
SHAME!!! SHAME!!! SHAME!!! SHAME!!!
[Meanwhile, Queen Moon is at the balcony watching the crowd outside the castle along with the Magic High Commision]
Omnitraxus:
So… what do you think we should do now? I mean, we can’t just wait around with our arms crossed while half of the people keep demanding justice...
Queen Moon:
To tell you the truth Omnitraxus: I don’t know what to do in this situation… I just don’t know...
Rhombulus:
But you’re the Queen of Mewni, it is your responsibility...
Queen Moon:
LOOK: I KNOW WHO I AM WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO, SO GET OFF MY BACK!!!
[Queen Moons starts breathing heavily while Hekapoo and Omnitraxus try to calm her down]
Hekapoo:
[massaging her shoulders] Come on, take it easy, there’s no need to lose your composure...
Omnitraxus:
Yeah, we’re just talking.
Queen Moon:
[taking a deep breath] You’re right, I just… got carried away a little bit… I’m sorry for yelling at you Rhombulus, it wasn’t my intention.
Rhombulus:
You don’t have to apologize your majesty. I shouldn’t put so much pressure on you.
Queen Moon:
No Rhombulus, this emotional outburst was all my fault. Between this and the upcoming wake ceremony, I feel like my hands are tied. I can’t handle this decision all of my own.
Hekapoo:
Would you like me to call an emergency meeting?
Queen Moon:
Yeah, that’s a good idea. The meeting will be at 11pm at the Magic High Commission's HQ. We will discuss whether we should make a trial or just execute him. This time I want all the representatives to take part of this discussion.
Hekapoo:
Yes, your majesty.
[Cut to Sensei Brantley giving a speech to his new students (and Jeremy)]
Sensei Brantley:
[sobbing] My fellow students: I have two important things to announce today. First of all, due to personal circumstances regarding the... death of a very close friend of mine, the next class will be… excuse me… [takes a moment to blow his nose in a tissue]
Student #1:
Are you okay, sensei?
Sensei Brantley:
Yeah I’m fine, just… give me a second… [keeps blowing his nose] the next class will be suspended.
[Everyone react in shock except Jeremy who crosses his arms and look the other way]
Sensei Brantley:
However: Just because we won’t see each other next week, doesn’t mean you should neglect your lessons, so we’re gonna have a test for our next class.
[The students groan in response]
Student #2:
Aw man...
Student #3:
What a drag.
Student #4:
I’ve never had a test in my life.
Sensei Brantley:
Now, I know this sounds very unprecedented considering that we only had 3 classes so far, but that’s part of the challenge. You need to demonstrate you’re willing to give your one hundred percent on this class… that is… if you want to be part of… [starts sobbing again] the wall of fame...
[Sensei Brantley starts crying in front of the students]
Sensei Brantley:
OH GOD, WHY?!! This is the worst day of my life...
[Some of the students try to comfort him]
Jeremy:
[crossing his arms] Pfft, big deal. Marco was a complete jerk his entire life and now because he’s dead all of a sudden everyone starts praising him like some sort of god. What a joke...
[The other students stare at him with disgust]
Jeremy:
What? I’m just pointing out the facts.
Student #2:
You’re a jerk.
[Sensei and the other students walk away and leave Jeremy alone]
Jeremy:
Oh yeah? well… you’re a bunch of wussies!!! [stands up and leaves] God, I hate this town...
[Cut to the Magic High Commision discussing Ludo’s fate at the meeting room along with several representatives from different kingdoms. Everyone is chattering while waiting for Queen Moon]
King Pony Head:
So, if you take the HUGE amount of laws that he broke, he’s basically gone at this point… and the worst part is that it’s not even the real trial, is like a trial to determine if we approve a trial.
King Minotaur:
I know right? and to think we keep spending all our taxpayer money on this pointless nonsense. Oh man, the Butterfly Family need to get their shit together.
Pixie Empress:
I’ve heard that if he’s found guilty, they’re gonna hang him in front of the entire kingdom.
Queen Lizard:
Really? I thought they were planning to burn him alive...
King Minotaur:
Actually, that type punishment was abolished a long time ago for being: “unethical”
King Spiderbite:
Oh yeah? and since when the Butterfly family cares about that? I mean, remember Queen Eclipsa?
Queen Lizard:
Wow, talking about the dark ages of Mewni.
Pixie Empress:
Well, it’s not like their predecessors did a great job either.
King Pony Head:
Amen to that sister...
[In that moment, Queen Moon enters the room and sits on her chair]
Queen Moon:
[using a gavel] Order, order everyone. This meeting is now session, so please be quiet.
[Everyone stops talking and pay attention to Queen Moon]
Queen Moon:
Okay... [reads a checklist] the first item we have to discuss is… oh yeah, the fate of the former prince Ludo Avarius regarding his... collaboration with the Brotherhood.
King Lucitor:
Let’s hang the son of a bitch!!!
Everyone:
YEAH!!! [everyone starts talking]
Queen Moon:
[using the gaver] Order, order please. This is not a laughing matter, in order to complete this whole process we have to check the facts first. I know it’s tedious, I know everyone here think this is the most boring thing ever, but nonetheless we have to do it. So let’s make this quick shall we?
[Everyone agrees and proceed to sit down]
Queen Moon:
Good, now: The floor recognizes the commander of royal army and former prosecutor Mina Loveberry. go ahead Mina.
Mina:
Thanks your majesty. Now, as we pointed out in our report, prince Ludo Avarius was caught and put in custody over the charges of: [reads a list] theft, kidnapping, extortion, invasion of private property, treason and collaboration with several terrorist groups including the brotherhood...
[Everyone reacts in shock]
Mina:
Now, according to mewman law in Article 24, section 13, and I quote: [reads the quote] “any type of collaboration whether direct or indirect with any terrorist organization is punished by death penalty… ONLY if there’s proof that the defendant is either a double agent, OR a whistleblower”
[Everyone starts talking again]
Queen Moon:
[using the gavel] Order, order everyone...
Mina:
However, because we still don’t know the level of involvement of prince Avarius with the Brotherhood and the fact that he barely met the constitutional requirements to be held accountable, the most reasonable thing to do is to bring the case to the court for further research. That’s all I have to say.
[Everyone starts arguing with each other]
Queen Moon:
[using the gavel once again] Order, order… wait for your turn to speak.
King Pony Head:
Ehem… your majesty: Can I have a word please? I have something important to say.
Queen Moon:
Okay, the floor now recognizes King Pony Head.
King Pony Head:
Thanks your majesty: Now, I think I speak on behalf of everyone in this room when I say that this whole presumption of innocence has no place on this particular case, wait, just hear me out. Ehem, the first thing we should ask ourselves is: What do we know about Ludo Avarius? We know for a fact that he was the former heir of the Avarius family throne until he was disowned by his father due to several acts of corruption as well as irresponsible behaviour. Am I right?
[Everyone agrees with King Pony Head]
King Pony Head:
Now, how do I know this? well the answer is pretty obvious isn’t it? all of this is common knowledge at this point, so if we also take into consideration the destruction of the avarius castle and the decrease of their royal income that by 2015 hit their lowest point, I think it’s safe to assume that prince Avarius intentions were very clear, and therefore we demand to put the matter to the vote on whether execute him or sentence him to life imprisonment.
Hekapoo:
Objection: That proposal is completely unconstitutional.
Queen Moon:
Objection sustained, now go back to your seat mr. Pony Head.
King Pony Head:
Pfft… whatever… [sits down]
Queen Moon:
The floor now recognizes the headmaster of the Magic High Commision Omnitraxus Prime...
Omnitraxus:
Thanks your majesty: Now, I want you to pay attention to this. Rhombulus, bring me the charts please.
Rhombulus:
Yes sir.
[Rhombulus stands up and helps Omnitaraxus with his presentation]
Omnitraxus:
Okay, this chart right here represent the quantified amount of magic energy that was used between the years 2013 and 2018. As you can see, there’s nothing strange about it until you reach this point...
[Rhombulus uses a pointer to show a huge decline in the curve that reaches almost zero]
Omnitraxus:
This decline right here represents the amount of magic that was performed between the months of April through December of this year on a macroscale. By far is one of the biggest if not the biggest magic crisis we had since the great depression, however, if we take a look at the last few weeks, we can clearly see the curve slowly but surely rising up all over again.
King Rat:
Excuse me, but what this has to do with anything?
Omintraxus:
I’m getting there your honor, be patient. The reason I’m talking about this is because according to our investigation there’s a strong correlation between the crisis and the involvement of prince Avarius with the Brotherhood. The fact of the matter is that we don’t have enough information about the Brotherhood itself, BUT what we know is that the members of that cult were experts on the arts of dark magic and necromancy, to give you an example: They’re the ones behind the “All seeing eye” spell.
[Everyone starts talking about it]
Omnitraxus:
Now, considering the involvement of prince Avarius with this cult, we can assume that he knows something that we don’t, therefore if we vote to execute him we might lose the opportunity to learn about this cult and all its history, that’s why I’m asking you to consider a trial. That’s all I have to say for now, thank you for your attention.
Queen Moon:
The floor now recognizes...
King Pony Head:
[standing up] Oh come on your majesty, this is ridiculous.
Hekapoo:
Hey you, sit down and wait for your turn to speak.
King Pony Head:
But nobody cares about a stupid cult that disappeared a thousand years ago, for all we know that Toffee guy was probably the last member of that infamous group.
Hekapoo:
[standing up] That’s not the point, we can’t just execute Ludo without a trial, there are legal procedures we must follow in order to have justice.
King Pony Head:
Okay, so answer me this one question: What’s the point of doing all these stupid meetings if you’re not gonna take our opinions into consideration? You bureaucrats are such a bunch of...
Queen Moon:
[using the gavel] Order, order please!!! we’re trying to have a debate here, PLEASE wait for your turn to speak for crying out loud.
[Neither King Pony Head nor Hekpoo pay attention to her]
King Pony Head:
You know: It’s funny how you still try to defend Ludo considering that he was partially responsible for the death of that kid Marco. Now, isn’t it true that you were in a relationship with that guy? because from what I understand you should be in favor of the execution. Just sayin’.
[Hekapoo gets so furious that he grabs King Pony Head by the neck and pushing against the table. Everyone else react in shock]
Hekapoo:
Now listen to me you dickface: first of all, whatever I do in my personal life is none of your f***ing business, so stay out of it if you know what’s good for you. Second: the only reason I support a trial is because unlike you, I’m not a populist buffoon that thinks is above the law just, and let me tell you something: just because you wear a crown doesn’t make you an authority on these issues. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS?!!!
King Pony Head:
[sweating] Uhm, yeah. I… get the point.
[uncomfortable silence]
Queen Moon:
Eeeeeh… okay, how about a 5-minute break?
Omnitraxus:
I second the motion.
Rhombulus:
I second it as well...
Queen Moon:
Then it’s settled. 5-minute break.
[everyone stand up and go to the coffee table except Hekapoo who leaves the room in a hurry]
Omnitraxus:
Is she gonna be okay?
Queen Moon:
I don’t know Omnitraxus, but one thing’s for sure: we have to give her some space After all, the loss of someone you love is one of the hardest things to get through.
Mina Loveberry:
How much time do you think she needs?
Queen Moon:
Only time will tell Mina. Only time will tell...
[Hekapoo goes to a private room to cry while looking a picture of Marco. Cut to Star sitting on a bench at Echo Creek’s pier watching the sunset. In that moment, Jackie arrives on her skateboard]
Jackie:
Hey Star, did you want to see me?
Star:
Yes Jackie, please take a seat.
[Jackie sits next to her]
Star:
Now, before you can say anything, I want to thank you for all the support you gave me these last few months. You’re a true friend and there aren’t enough words to express how thankful I am right now.
Jackie:
Star...
Star:
Wait, let me finish: The second thing I want to talk with you is about our current situation. You know, the whole pregnancy stuff. Because quite frankly, I don’t know how to handle it. I mean, I wanna have the baby but I don’t know how to tell my parents the truth. What should we do?
Jackie:
Well, to be honest: I don’t know what to do either. The fact of the matter is that I’m just as clueless as you because I’ve never faced a situation like this before.
Star:
And you know what’s the worst part? the fact that these babies will grow without knowing their father. God,I feel so bad for them.
Jackie:
But there’s plenty of people who grew up without a father and they turned out just fine.
Star:
Yeah, I know, but I can’t help but feel that something isn’t right about that.
Jackie:
That’s perfectly natural Star, you’re just worried about the future, but please trust me when I tell you that everything will be alright as long as we have each other’s backs.
Star:
That’s what I’m afraid of: I’ve backstabbed so many people in my life, I don’t even trust myself at this point. It’s like… because I was raised as a princess I’ve always had everything handed to me, so I grew up with this idea of being entitled to happiness. I’ve never considered how arrogant I became until now...
Jackie:
But that’s a good thing Star. It means that you’re growing up as a person and you’re finally learning from your mistakes, and that alone is a great accomplishment.
Star:
I know, it’s just that sometimes I wish to be as wise as you Jackie.
Jackie:
Me? wise? you’re just exaggerating. Sure I have an average intelligence that helps me to solve certain problems, but I’m not THAT clever, okay?
Star:
That’s where you’re wrong Jackie. You’re an amazing person and you deserved to be with Marco. I’ve should get in the way between you and him.
Jackie:
Nonsense, you know for a fact that Marco loved you more anyone else. Me on the other hand: I was just one in a million.
Star:
But you won Marco’s heart fair and square, where as I was just her best friend that wanted to be more than friends, and again: this was all about my sense of entitlement.
Jackie:
Well, that’s the thing about love. It’s the most powerful feeling in the entire world. People tend to do stupid things when they’re in love.
Star:
It’s still not an excuse for what I’ve done to you.
Jackie:
Hey, don’t forget that it was my fault too for suggesting this whole open relationship idea. I’ve should push you and Marco do try it in the first place, because now Marco’s gone and you and I are paying the price, but hey: what’s done it’s done.
Star:
I guess you’re right.
[Star and Jackie take a moment to watch the sunset]
Jackie:
Isn’t it beautiful?
Star:
What are you talking about?
Jackie:
The sunset, it’s just… nevermind, at this point I’m talking to myself.
Star:
No, no, I agree: It is a beautiful sunset. This is a nice place to watch it.
Jackie:
That’s my point: When it comes to see the sunset, the place where you decide to watch it is very important. At least that’s how I see it.
Star:
Well, it makes perfect sense if you think about it. There are places that are better than others.
Jackie:
Actually, I prefer to use the word “different”rather than “better”, like… the real beauty of things is in the eye of the beholder.
Star:
That’s true.
Jackie:
What about you Star? Do you have a favorite spot to watch the sunset?
Star:
Well, not really. I never thought about it before.
Jackie:
That’s fine. There’s no need to have a favorite...
Star:
However: from the top of the royal castle it looks incredible, you can even see the moment where that teeny tiny line of sunshine sink into the mountains.
Jackie:
That sounds awesome dude.
Star:
Indeed, you should definitely check it out.
Jackie:
Maybe we can watch it next week.
Star:
Why next week? what are you…? oh I get it.
[Star gets in fetal position and keeps watching the sunset in silence]
Jackie:
Star, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you...
Star:
No, it’s fine. I just… I don’t if I’ll be able to be there.
Jackie:
What do you mean?
Star:
This mourning process is very personal to me and to tell you the truth: I’m scared.
Jackie:
I know how hard it is for you, but we’re talking about Marco’s wake ceremony. You have to be there, you were Marco’s most important person.
Star:
But what am I gonna say? what if screw it up like always?
[Jackie gives Star a pat on the back]
Jackie:
You don’t have to worry about that Star. Don’t you get it?, everyone’s on the same page as you Star.
Star:
Really?
Jackie:
Sure, in fact: It would be very important for Marco’s parents to see you there. Right now, they need emotional support to deal with their loss. So they’re counting on you.
Star:
Wow, I... didn’t even consider that...
Jackie:
But it’s not just Marco’s parents: every person who had a strong connection with Marco will be there, including me, Janna, Hekapoo… and we all need each other to overcome this situation and move on. If you hold those emotions and run away from your problems, you’ll never be able to get rid of them.
Star:
I know, but I still need to think about it.
Jackie:
No problem, just... give it some thought, okay?
Star:
Okay. I’ll do just that.
Jackie:
[standing up] Great, now if you excuse me: It’s getting late and I promised my mom that I would be early at home today so, I’ll see you at Marco’s wake.
Star:
Bye Jackie...
[Jackie gets on her skateboard and leaves]
Star:
[thinking to herself] So they’re counting on me, huh? I don’t even know if I can count on myself… whatever that means. Oh, Marco, how I wish you were here right now.
[She keeps watching the sunset in complete silence]
ACT III
[Cut to Marco’s wake ceremony. Everyone, including Marco’s parents, the students of Echo Creek, Principal Skeeves, Sensei Brantley, Princess Pony Head, Kelly and Tad are present. Cut to Alfonzo and Ferguson talking with Kelly and Tad]
Ferguson:
...and even though I spent the whole studying for that test, as soon as it began my mind was on blank, like… I couldn’t remember a single thing.
Tad:
That’s pretty heavy man.
Ferguson:
Indeed, but luckily for me Marco allowed me to copy from his test. We both ended up getting an A+.
Kelly:
Aw, that sounds so noble.
Alfonzo:
Yeah, but sadly they got caught and suspended one week later.
Kelly:
Oh… well, I guess intention is what counts.
Alfonzo:
...and that’s not even the half of it, he went as far as taking the blame for it.
Tad:
Wow, what a great friend. I’m really sorry about your loss. Our hearts are with you guys, right Kelly?
Kelly:
Yeah, I’m really gonna miss him. Even though we didn’t talk that much, he seemed like the kind of guy that always turn the other cheek to help his friends.
Alfonzo:
That’s basically Marco in a nutshell. So selfless...
Ferguson:
So generous...
Tad:
So cool...
Kelly:
So handsome...
[They stare at Kelly with a surprised expression]
Kelly:
What? Was it something I said?
[Cut to Jackie and Janna walking around while looking for Star]
Janna:
Wow, this place is so crowded. We’ll never gonna find her.
Jackie:
Just be patient Janna, I know she has to be somewhere.
Janna:
And how are you so sure about that?
Jackie:
I’m not, I’m just trying to be hopeful.
Janna:
Hold on...
[Janna sees Brittney among the crowd]
Janna:
Speaking of the devil
Jackie:
Oh come on Janna, can you just leave her alone?
Janna:
Not in this life Jackie...
[Meanwhile Brittney is talking to some random girls when Janna approaches her]
Brittney:
...and then I told her: You can’t wear those shoes along with that dress...
Janna:
Well, well, well look who decided to show up.
Brittney:
[sigh] Goddammit...
Janna:
You know: If I didn’t know you, I would think that you actually liked Marco.
Brittney:
Ugh, don’t be ridiculous Janna, the only reason I’m here is because everyone at school decided to show up and… I wanted to show them some support. That’s all.
Janna:
[sarcastic tone] Oh, what a charitable soul. You’re gonna make me cry. Boo-Hoo.
Brittney:
Look, why don’t you just go away and mind your own business? this is a wake after all.
Janna:
Eh, good point. See you at school. [walks away]
Brittney:
God, what a creep.
[Cut to Queen Moon and King River talking with Marco’s parents]
King River:
I hope you don’t mind that we invited some of the villagers to your son’s wake. The thing is: What your son did for our kingdom was very heroic and... most of them wanted to pay respect to him…
Mr. Diaz:
It’s okay,actually: we never thought that so many people admired our son THAT much.
Queen Moon:
And just to be perfectly clear: We did our best to keep this ceremony as private as possible, but because we’re members of the royal family well… sometimes privacy is not an option.
Mr. Diaz:
Again: It’s perfectly understandable, and to tell you the truth: My wife and I already assumed the risk before we decided to come here. Right honey?
Mrs. Diaz:
Yes, we both saw this coming, so there’s no need to apologize, in fact: a lot of the people we’ve been talking were very sweet and caring to us.
Queen Moon:
I’m so glad you feel that way.
Mrs. Diaz:
It’s never easy to lose someone you love, especially when... it’s your own flesh and blood, so… thank you so much... for this noble gesture.
[Mrs. Diaz tries not to cry in public, but the tears keep running down her face]
Queen Moon:
Don’t even mention it. We are more than happy to help you. Here, take this...
[Queen Moon gives her a handkerchief so she can clean her face]
Mrs. Diaz:
[blowing her nose] Thank you...
[Cut to Star lying on her bed watching old photos of Marco in her phone]
Star:
[thinking to herself] So they’re counting on me, huh? [sigh] I’m not in the mood for this...
[In that moment, Hekapoo knocks at Star’s door]
Hekapoo:
[o.s.] Excuse me princess, can I come in?
Star:
Yeah, whatever...
[Hekapoo enters the room and sees Star still lying on the bed]
Hekapoo:
I’m sorry to interrupt you, but a girl called StarFan13 is asking for you so I decided to check you out. Are you feeling okay?
Star:
Yeah, I’m fine. [yawns] Just... a little bit tired because I couldn’t sleep well last night...
Hekapoo:
Mmmm, I see… so you wanna be alone, aren’t you?
Star:
I just don’t feel prepared to face everyone down there, that’s all.
Hekapoo:
Okay, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but… I think it would be a nice gesture if you show up for a moment to… you know, pay your respects and stuff.
Star:
That’s the tricky part for me: I don’t know what to do in these situations. I think you people will be better off without me.
Hekapoo:
But Star… I-I mean princess Butterfly, everyone wants to know where you are. That’s why I’m here.
Star:
Well you can do me a favor and send the royal message that I’m not available right now. Don’t ask why, it’s complicated.
Hekapoo:
Sure, I’m not not gonna interrupt you in your mourning process, but... before I go, let me tell you one last thing: You may think that you’re having a hard time, that by becoming a single mother your future will be uncertain and all your childhood fantasies will crash and burn to be replaced with the bitterness of adulthood, and sure at first you’ll resent everyone telling you to suck it up and grow a pair, but deep inside you’ll know they’re telling the truth and you have to adapt no matter what… so when all’s said and done ask yourself the question: Am I really the master of my own fate? Or am I just another sad, pathetic soul slowly decaying in a stream of self-pity driven my own selfishness? life’s too short and there’s only a handful of choices you can make, choose wisely.
[Hekapoo walks away and closes the door. Cut back to Jackie and Janna talking with Kelly and Pony Head at the dinner table]
Pony Head:
I just don’t know what to do with her anymore, it’s like… we’ve been besties since I have memory, and yet I can’t figure out what’s happening inside her head. It’s driving me CRAAAAZY...
Janna:
Look, I just wanna know if you have seen Star and the only thing you’ve done is talking about yourself. Just get to the point and tell us if you know where she is...
Pony Head:
Well, I don’t know. Are you happy now?
Janna:
[sigh] Nevermind. What about you Kelly?
Kelly:
I’m not sure. Last time we spoke, she said something about: “searching for her true self” or something like that...
Jackie:
Well Janna, at least we tried.
[Hekapoo shows up]
Hekapoo:
Hey girls...
Everyone:
Hi Hekapoo.
Jackie:
Where have you been?
Hekapoo:
Oh, I was just talking to princess Butterfly just a moment ago.
Janna:
Wait, you know where Star is?
Hekapoo:
Yeah, but she’s not in her best mood, so I would suggest you to leave her alone, so she can...
StarFan13:
Look everyone: It’s Star!!!
[Cut to Star going downstairs]
Star:
Hey everyone...
[All the people gather around to talk to her]
Andrea:
Hey Star, how you’ve been?
Justin:
I’ve heard you are depressed for what happened. Is that true?
Chelsea:
You want me to bake you a pie?
Francis:
Is that a victorian dress?
Star:
People, people, people. I’m fine, okay? I appreciate your concerns, but for once I don’t wanna be the center of attention. This wake ceremony is about Marco, so stay focused will ya?
StarFan13:
Okay, but... can I get you a soda?
Star:
Eh, sure. Why not?
StarFan13:
Alright!!! just wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute.
[StarFan13 runs immediately to get a soda.In that moment, Jackie, Janna and Hekapoo show up along with Kelly and Pony Head]
Hekapoo:
So in the end you decided to show up.
Star:
Yeah, I just realized that if I’m gonna be mourning Marco, I’d rather be surrounded by other people than lock myself up in my room. Let’s just that loneliness is not for me.
Jackie:
That’s exactly what I was talking about. I’m so proud of you.
[Suddenly, Star notices someone among the crowd]
Star:
Wait a second: Is that Tom?!!!
[The camera cuts to Tom talking to some random people]
Janna:
Eh, I think you’re just imagining things. Come on, let’s go to talk someone… this way... [points at the other direction]
Star:
Oh my God, it is Tom.
Janna:
Aw, goddammit.
Jackie:
Okay Star, there’s no need to freak out about this...
Star:
What?!!! Are you kidding me?!!! he tried to assault Marco!!! What is wrong with you people?!!!
Hekapoo:
[whispering] Shhh, could you keep it down? this is a very delicate moment.
Star:
No, not this time Hekapoo. I’m sorry, but somebody has to say it… [walks away]
Janna:
No Star, wait!!!
[Cut back to Tom having a conversation with some random villagers when all of a sudden Star shows up to face him]
Star:
[grabbing Tom’s shoulder] WHAT… THE F***... ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!
Tom:
[getting nervous] Eh Star, have you… met my new friends? they’re a couple of farmers that...
Star:
Cut it out Tom, that’s not gonna work this time.
Tom:
Look Star, I don’t want any trouble with anyone, I’m just here to pay my respects, okay?
Star:
You’re unbelievable, I mean HOW DARE YOU to show your face here?!!! After all the things you’ve done. You make me wanna puke.
Janna:
[showing up] There you are Star, Marco’s parents are looking for you to...
Star:
Let me ask you something: have you ever felt ashamed in your life? Or do you even have a sense of morality? you sick bastard.
[In that moment, Queen Moon shows up along with Marco’s parents]
Queen Moon:
What’s going on here?
Tom:
Oh, and what makes you you high and mighty? you always manipulate other people to get your way and one calls you out.
Star:
Well, at least I’m not a sex offender, that’s for sure.
[Suddenly everyone around is looking at them. Tom gets even more nervous]
Janna:
[facepalm] Star, you’re such an idiot.
Queen Moon:
Star, what are you talking about?
Star:
Oh, you’re not so tough now are you?
Tom:
Star, don’t you even...
Star:
Shut up!!! now, I’m going to count to ten, and if you don’t turn around and get your ass out of here by the time I’m done. I’m gonna tell everyone what you did.
Tom:
You wouldn’t dare.
Star:
One, two, three, four...
Tom:
Can’t we talk like adults for a minute...?!!!
Star:
FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT!!!
Tom:
Alright, alright… I’m leaving now.
[Tom simply turns back and walks away without saying a word]
Queen Moon:
[to Star] You have a lot to explain young lady.
Star:
SHUT UP MOM!!! YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!!! NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING!!! I’M JUST...
[Star leaves the room in a huff]
StarFan13:
Hey Star, I brought your soda… oh...
Jackie:
Oh, boy...
[Cut to Star crying inside Queen Moon’s office. Jackie, Janna, Hekapoo, Kelly and StarFan13 try to persuade her to come out]
Jackie:
Star...
Star:
GO AWAY!!! I wanna be alone...
Janna:
Listen Star, you can’t run away from your problems. Sooner or later you’re gonna have to face them...
Hekapoo:
That’s exactly what I told her.
Star:
But I just can’t help myself. I’m too prone to have emotional outbursts.
Jackie:
Yeah, we know. But have to learn to control yourself. What would Marco think if he saw you acting like a brat? Have you ever stopped to consider that?
Star:
But Marco is no longer with us. What’s the point?
Jackie:
That doesn’t mean you should just give up.
Janna:
Yeah, you have your whole life ahead. Don’t throw it all away.
Star:
Well, what if I wanna throw it all away. Let’s face it, I may be a princess, but I’m no ruler material. And now everybody hates me for being so annoying and selfish.
Kelly:
Nobody hates you Star.
StarFan13:
I actually love you.
Hekapoo:
You see? everybody here wants to help you, so stop playing the victim..
Star:
I’m not playing the victim,
Hekapoo:
Yes you are.
Jackie:
Uhm, Hekapoo: Don’t you think you’re being just a little bit rude?
Hekapoo:
No Jackie, I’m tired of playing these stupid games, don’t you get it? the only reason princess Butterfly keeps acting like a child is because we’re allowing it.
Janna:
That makes a lot of sense...
Hekapoo:
Now listen to me princess: If you’re gonna keep ignoring us, fine… more power to you, but then don’t complain when everybody stops paying you attention.
[Star gets in fetal position]
Hekapoo:
However: If you change your mind and realize that the world does not revolve around you, you can join us at the funeral readings at the castle’s garden. Come on girls, let’s get out of here.
Janna:
Okay, let’s go.
Kelly:
See you later Star.
StarFan13:
But I wanna stay...
Hekapoo:
No, you don’t… [grabs her hand]
[The girls walk away to attend the funeral readings, except for Jackie who takes a moment to look at Star until before leaving. Cut to funeral readings at the royal garden. Sensei Brantley steps up to the podium to give his speech]
Sensei Brantley:
[tapping the microphone] Is this thing on? okay… Although I’m not a man of many words and I let my actions speak for themselves, I need to get this feeling off my chest, so I’m gonna keep it nice and short: Marco Diaz, out of all the students that came and went to my dojo, you were not only the most persistent and hard-working, but also you were the strongest… and keep in mind that I’m not talking about physical strength, but something more transcendental that is the power of the mind over matter, and even though you’re no longer among us, your bravery and will to fight for your ideals is something that I’ll always treasure inside my heart. Thank you.
[Sensei Brantley leaves the podium while everyone claps at him]
Queen Moon:
Okay, the next one on the list is Mrs. Angie Diaz, Marco’s mother.
[Mrs. Diaz steps up to the podium]
Mrs. Diaz:
I wanna read a poem that I wrote for my son… ehem… [reads a paper] The first time I carried you and looked into your eyes/You smiled at me like an angel flying through the skies/And so day after day and night after night/I kept you in my arms and held you tight/As aware I was for that dreaded day/ When time strikes you down and take you away/Will you remember the moments we shared?/When I slept next to you because you were scared/So if these words can reach you, wherever you are/Remember that you’ll always have a place... in my heart. Thank you.
[Mrs. Diaz leaves the podium while blowing her nose]
Queen Moon:
Thank you so much for your words Mrs. Diaz. It means a lot to us. The next one on the list is...
Star:
Uhm, excuse me...
Queen Moon:
Star? What you doing here? I thought you wanted to be alone.
Star:
I... changed my mind. Can I... use the podium to speak my mind? Please?
Queen Moon:
Uhm, sure… I mean, it’s not on the list, but I guess I can make an exception this one time.
Star:
Thanks mom, I’ll make it quick, I promise.
[Star steps up to the podium]
Star:
Ehem… I… just a second... [scratches her head] the thing is: I didn’t prepare anything, so you’ll have to forgive me if I start to talk gibberish at some parts, and with that said I’ll start with my improvised speech… Well Marco was… a very special individual, I know that many of you already know that, but what many people tend to forget (myself included) is that no matter how special or unique you may think you are, there is always somebody better, and Marco well aware of that fact. That brings me to my main point: Humility. You see: no one is an island, and friends and family are your most valuable resources when you’re down and out, in fact I can recall so many occasions where I helped Marco to overcome his own problems, and I’m more than willing to bet that most you had the same experience. So I guess the lesson we can learn from this tragic loss is that although must be strong and resilient, there’s nothing wrong in asking for help… because in the end, that is our true strength. Thank you.
[Everyone gives Star a round of applause. Star takes a moment to contemplate the red moon]
Star:
[thinking to herself] Oh Marco, I just hope you’re happy wherever you are right now...
EPILOGUE
[An alarm clock sounds and Marco wakes up inside a somewhat futuristic bedroom]
Marco:
[yawning] What happened? Was it just a dream or…? [looks at the time] Oh shit, I gotta go to work...
[He gets out of bed, puts on an orange jumpsuit and leaves the room in a hurry. Cut to Captain Murphy at the main bridge of Sealab running around in circles]
Captain Murphy:
Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored...
Marco:
[opening the door] Hello Captain.
Captain Murphy:
Marco! hey buddy, you wanna… I don’t know, hang out or play a game?
Marco:
I’m a little busy here sir. Trying to keep a trillion-dollar research station running smoothly.
Captain Murphy:
Ooh, fun. I’ll be the mommy.
MARCO VS. THE FORCES OF LOVE - EPISODE 15: LONG SLOW GOODBYE
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so, why do each of those songs remind you of those characters/ships? Musical theatre is my jam, and so is the 100, so colour me engaged...
Ask and you shall receive! (this got pretty long so i put the rest under the cut - it kinda turned into a bunch of mini metas)
Gold - Once: Lincoln
Lincoln and his heart of gold. His want for peace, and his love for Octavia. The fact that he was willing to sacrifice everything for Octavia and to help her people survive and make treaties with his people. The fact that he fought for peace and protected the innocent even until his dying breath. That’s what this song is.
Still Hurting - The Last Five Years: Clarke
This song for me is Clarke’s inner thoughts after the 6 years. Bellamy’s back but it’s not the same - it may never be the same again - and she feels like he’s giving up on her, on them. And that the two of them are keeping each other at arms length. Basically Clarke’s reflection on how things have changed.
Breathe - In the Heights: Raven
This song may not seem like a Raven song but i think it really fits. She has so much pressure (youngest zero g mechanic, the smartest delinquent and member of skaikru, etc.) and sometimes shes gonna feel like she’s failing - like she’s letting everyone down. Also, when she was taking her zero g mechanic’s exams you bet your ass her little community in Mecha Station was rooting for her, to succeed, to be better than the rest of them.
The Life I Never Lead - Sister Act: Octavia
This is more season 1 Octavia than anything. It goes in hand with the whole living under the floor and in secret her whole life, she missed out on so many things. And when she gets to the ground she’s anxious and excited to experience everything, no matter how crazy or dangerous.
Proud of Your Boy/Reprise - Aladdin: Bellamy
Bellamy just wanted to make his mom proud ok? This song goes hand in hand with him thinking his mother would view him as a monster and would hate who he became. He holds both his mom and what little memories he has of his father in very high regard and he just wants to do right by them. Even with the actions he is faced with making.
Bare - Bare a Pop Opera: Briller
OKAY this song is so briller to me that i cannot even explain why??? Like the two of them were always fighting for each other, to be together, and everything seemed to turn out okay as long as they had each other. The only time we’ve seen Nathan Miller so vulnerable was with Bryan. The song is even if they aren’t together they’ll always love one another.
You Matter to Me - Waitress: Bellarke
Okay i have found a lot of bellarke songs but this is probably the most bellarke song ever. Simple and straight forward, they matter to each other so much. They’re always reassuring one another that. The words are not asking much, but they are enough to let the other know that they are important. I barely have the words to say why this is a bellarke song, so let the lyrics speak for me lol
If I Could Tell Her - Dear Evan Hanson: Jasper/Octavia
Octavia and Jasper are such a sweet pairing and i think this song really reflects them - especially in season 1 when Jasper was so infatuated with Octavia and wanted to (but never really got the chance to) tell her how awesome he thought she was. It also plays into my headcanon that Jasper remembers details about people and it pays tribute to the quirky teenager that Octavia used to be.
Words Fail - Dear Evan Hanson: Murphy
This song is every season of Murphy. Season 1 where he tried to be with Bellamy and be apart of the delinquents but everything blew up in his face. He didn’t mean for it to go that way. And then seasons 2-4 when hes trying his hardest to make amends with not only the others but himself, and to try and accept the love that Emori is giving him. And then season 5. Where he’s isolated himself because he’s scared he’ll mess up and that the others will hate him and think he’s a screw up - and he ends up screwing himself over anyways because Emori leaves him. He isolates himself over the 6 years because suddenly he has a family again, a family that cares about him - and he doesn’t know how to handle that. Okay I could talk about Murphy in relation to this song for ages but this post is long enough - so again let the lyrics speak for me.
Tell Her - 13: Marper
Marper have always been the sweet little side romance that always gets over looked - and as much as we see them in their honey moon phase, they have their disagreements and Tell Her relates to that because the two of them work things out, they apologize, they give each other another chance.
God Help the Outcasts - The Hunchback of Notre Dame: Emori
This is pretty self explanatory, its Emori and the Frikdreina. There’s obviously solidarity there, and if you think about it, Emori is probably the last one. There’s no way that the other grounders would choose them to enter the bunker. Emori is obviously a religious character (as seen when she was amazed by the temple) so i kinda associate this song with her asking Bekka Pramheda for safe passage for her people.
When the Sun Goes Down - In the Heights: Linctavia
This again i don’t really have a reason other than the fact that it fits perfectly. So i’m citing lyrics to do the talking for me: “When you’re on your own and suddenly without me, will you forget about me?” “I couldn’t if i tried” - we all know Octavia will never forget Lincoln. “You are going to change the world someday” “I’ll be thinking of home.” - He was her home, and she holds him with her. And she did change the world, not for the better, but she did.
Superboy and the Invisible Girl - Next to Normal: Bellamy and Octavia
This song relates to the Blake siblings and their life on the Ark i guess - even melding into their life in season 1. There’s Bellamy, handsome, smart, a cadet, a leader. And Octavia, a secret, a person who doesn’t exist. Aurora could only love Octavia so much because no one else could know. What that must have done to her mental health i have no idea. And then they get to the ground and suddenly people can see her and are allowed to see her so quick look at me before i wake up back under the floor!
Dispensable - Edges: Bellarke
Season 3. Hakeldama. Miscommunication and betrayals. Thinking they’ve lost the other person for good. Thinking the other one has given up on them. Think that they don’t matter to the other person anymore when they so painfully do.
You Will Be Found - Dear Evan Hanson: Jasper
This is so Jasper that i cry every time. It’s Jasper suffering with his depression and ptsd and feeling so so alone, but there’s Monty, and Raven, and Octavia, and Bellamy, and Clarke to help pick him up. To help him heal. He’s not alone. This song is what Jasper deserved from the actual show.
A Little Fall of Rain - Les Miserables: Gina/Bellamy
Ever wonder what it would have been like had Bellamy been there when Gina died? Well that’s this song. I loved Gina and i always thought that she would be the one to tell Bellamy that what happened in Mount Weather wasn’t his fault, in Clarke’s absence. And that Gina would be trying to reassure Bellamy that it wasn’t his fault that she was dying, had he been there.
Seventeen - Heathers: Bellarke
This song is so season 1 bellarke to me. Two kids faced with impossible decisions and forced to become adults in a world that would kill them if they didn’t. And i always thought if the two of them had gotten a soft, quiet moment, that they would look at each other and think ‘huh. If we didn’t have to keep everyone alive all the time, we would be good together. We could be normal. I could love you.’
Lifeboat - Heathers: Harper
This song i think relates with Harper at the end of season 4, she’s depressed, shes suicidal, its the end of the world, and her friends are dying around her. Only so many of them can live, she knows that, so why should it be her? Clarke said it herself - with her father’s medical history she’s not worth the risk, not worth saving. Harper thinks she may as well just save everyone the trouble and stay behind with Jasper. The song really reflects her inner thoughts.
Bring Him Home - Les Miserables: Kane
This song is very straight forward i feel, its Kane and his relationship with Bellamy. This young man with the world on his shoulders and Kane sees that. This boy that has turned into somewhat of a son to Kane. Kane praying to whatever god his mother believed in to bring Bellamy home safely, every time, to those who love him - because Bellamy deserves that.
This is Life - Bandstand: Bellarke
If Seventeen is season 1, then This is Life is season 2-4. Its both of them accepting that they mean a lot to each other, that they love each other, but there’s not time for them. There’s too many people to save, to many wars to fight, the end of the world. Maybe in another life, or if they had more time. They can’t afford to be reckless, to take a pause and be happy. They have accepted that all they are ever going to get are fleeting moments - but maybe, maybe when life settles down and they aren’t fighting for their lives anymore.
Stay, I Pray - Anastasia: The Grounders
Go listen to this song. Picture the grounders, being filed into the bunker, staring out over the waste land of Polis as the death wave creeps closer. The beautiful bight colours of Earth are long gone. Left behind only dust, death, and ugly red sores. Forced to say goodbye to their home, all that they have ever known, and to enter into the bunker for six years surrounded by the unfamiliar hum of machinery - promised that they will see the ground again, but not guaranteed. The grounders lost so much more than Skaikru.
No One Is Alone - Into the Woods: The Delinquents
This song is so the delinquents it hurts. Even though they have lost so many people, even though they’ve all been through so much, they will never be alone because they have each other. Shitty parents, and governments, and dictators, and wars could never change that.
Dyin Aint So Bad - Bonnie and Clyde: Clarke
Clarke has lost a lot of loved ones, and was always the one left behind. Has had to suffer through the memories of this person who was no longer there. And looking at Bellamy - back from space after six years - she cant do that again. She decides that the only way Bellamy Blake is dying is with her, side by side.
Welcome Home (Finale) - Bandstand: Clarke ft the delinquents
Clarke has watched all these kids evolve from when they first opened the dropship doors to the end of each war. She’s seen their injuries, their ptsd and depression, their coping mechanisms. And she’s helped them all the best she could all while carrying her own burdens. Because they are her friends, her family.
#this is basically a follow up to my original post ft my opinions#sorry its so long lol#asks#the 100#the 100 au#musical theatre au
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So a while ago I wrote this one shot as a tribute to my friend’s grandfather who passed away suddenly last summer. The following story is inspired by one that has actually happened and when she told me this story of her grandparents I couldn’t help but think that my Ryder and Jaal would totally do such a thing. I hope you like it, I’m not really much of a writer.
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It was a sunny and peaceful day on Harval. The red gas giant was looming over the sky and groups of mantas hovered across the horizon.
Two years have passed since Rachel Ryder, human Pathfinder, had defeated the Archon and effectively began the end of the kett as a meaningful force in the Heleus cluster. Normalcy began to descend over the troubled galaxy, a normalcy the Milky Way species desperately welcomed back and adult angara were absolutely unacustomed to. Even without an imminent threat most of them constantly walked around in battle armour, as if ready to strike down any possible attacker who might show themselves and Resistance patrols were still a very common sight too, although they mostly spent their time walking around and doing nothing.
Colonist settlements and angaran daara began to truly develope and grow. On Harval it meant that the hidden villages stepped into the light where they were formerly hidden by the planet's viscious jungle. And this developement contained a variety of new buildings. For the first time after centuries of chaos and disorganization the angara started to run their own buisnesses. Not the loose trading exchanges they did with eachother mostly to keep everyone alive and supplied, but actual economic structures in co-operation with Milky Way traders.
One of these buisnesses was a shop in Daar Pelaav that opened on this exact day. It wasn't really something special if it wasn't for the galactic scale war with the kett not too long ago. The shop sold mostly kitchen wares and cooking utensiles like plates, pots, pans, bowels and any tool necessary to keep the tummy happy, but also decorational items, simply made to look pretty on a window shelf.
Colourful shining balloons decorated the entrance. A big red sign read '10% opening discount on everything' and a human woman in a painfully yellow t-shirt distributed small packages of candy to any children entering the building with their parents.
Like other curious inhabitants, the Ryder siblings and their partners decided to take a look at the new shopping opportunity.
Rachel, Jaal, Jacob and Vetra came here per Vetra's request respectively. Originally it only involved her husband Jacob, but when Sahuna heared from Rachel, who was telling Jaal that her brother and his lover planned to pay a visit there, the older angaran woman insisted that her son and daughter bring her one of those flower forms she had seen on the extranet not a long time ago so she can bake her pies (or attempts of the same) in them, instead of the blunt round ones she happened to have around during her first try.
So here she stood, with her husband and a clear quest from her mother-in-law. Vetra wasn't so clear about her interest in the place however.
„So, why are we here again?“, Rachel asked, as the group walked in, deliberately ignoring the cringe worthy smile of the woman in the eye cancer provocating t-shirt.
„Vetra wanted to buy something.“, came Jacob's immediate and prompt response.
„Oh really, Captain Obvious? And I thought she wanted to sacrifice a fiend here.“, Rachel shot back, slightly too sharp. It earned her a low chuckle from Jaal and a nervous mandible twitch from Vetra.
„Well, it's because she didn't tell me either what exactly she wanted here, oh mighty queen of saracsm.“, Jacob answered dryly. Vetra beside him fidgeted with her talons restessly.
„I actually wanted it to be a surprise...“, she mumbled shyly. Jacob's face lost at least two shades of colour. Oh boy, not again...
„I found an earth recipe in the Nexus data banks and...“, Vetra explained.
„Vetra, please...“, Jacob attempted to talk the idea ou of her.
„...and I need a very large pot for it and we don't have one, so...“, the turian ended her explanation and glanced into the round.
Rachel had a wide grin on her face that reached from one ear to the other. Her twin brother had told her about the incident with the burnt steak.
„Ah, you wish to cook for him. To take care of someone's every need is a true testimony of love.“, Jaal commented.
Vetra's mandibles twitched again, this time with hope and a slight sparkle in her eyes.
„Yeah, well, she doesn't need to cook for me. There are othr ways, love.“, Jacob said hestitantly and turned to Vetra with his last sentence.
„You don't want me to cook, because of last time?“, she answered with audible dissapointment.
„What? No, no. I mean, I'm an adult-“, he stumbled over his own explanation.
„Or trying to be.“, Rachel threw in. Jacob sighed heavily almost bordering on a growl.
„Look, point is, the reason I'm with you is not because of you being some kind of subtitute mom for me. I'm with you because I enjoy your company, I enjoy you and because you show your love by being there when it counts. That's all I need.“, Jacob replied, his ckeeks won their colours back and turned into a glow of red now.
He looked at Vetra and took her hand in his, exhaling shakily. It was like he was confessing his love to her for the first time.
And here he was complaining about her and Jaal being sickeningly sweet together, Rachel thought, still grinning like an idiot.
She felt Jaal's hand wander up her back and finally resting on her shoulder. He drew her slightly closer and gave her a knowing smile. He thought the same.
„And this is why I love you.“, Vetra said softly.
„No pressuring expectations. But this is also why I want to do this. Not to conform to some ideal or duty. I just thought why not make something nice once in a while?“, she said with more confidence.
Jacob sighed defeatedly. „Alright, let's get in. But promise you'll let me help you with this.“
„Deal. Oh, and you two are officially invited to dinner now.“, Vetra gazed at Rachel and Jaal with her last sentence.
„A pleasure.“, Jaal replied happily and Rachel nodded in agreement.
The group finally entered the shop. A few signs hung from the ceiling, giving directions to the various sections.
„Okay, so cooking is to the right and baking to the left. Where do we go first?“, Rachel asked.
„How about we split up, quickly get what we need and meet up at the exit?“, Jacob suggested.
„Good plan, let's not waste more time in here than needed.“, Rachel agreed. She hated shops like this one, not because it wasn't fun shopping for dayly tools like pans and baking forms, but because she tended to get carried away by the offeres and as a result ended up leaving more money behind than necessary because that bowl was so beautiful and little else.
The group did as planned. As Vetra and Jacob walked straight for the cooking department Rachel and Jaal began looking for the requested silicone form between other baking utensiles. To their great dissapointment they didn't find the desired item anywhere.
„Maybe ask a clerk?“, Jaal suggested. As if on command an angara with a name badge reading his name pinned to his rofjin with the same sickening yellow as the woman's t-shirt from outside they walked by.
„Uh, excuse me?“, Rachel beckoned for him to stop.
„Yes, how can I help?“, he answered.
Rachel proceeded to explain what they were searching for. The angara replied that they had had only few exemplars to begin with which were taken already early on on that day.
„I'm sorry. Perhaps we'll have another load next week.“, he apologized.
„Thanks anyway.“, Rachel answerd and left the clerk to go on about the rest of his work.
„Kind of a pity but not so dramatic. We just come back next week.“, Jaal said. The words were on themselves nothing special but they way he said them made Rachel think for a moment. Like many other angara Jaal still wasn't used to having such certainty in his life. Not too long ago he couldn't even surely tell if he would live to see the next day. Rachel shook the thought away. The shop wasn't really the place to dwelve deeply into such gloomy thoughts.
„Back to our rendevouz point then.“, she prompted and the pair made their way back to the entrance which was also the exit. Rachel however was stopped in her tracks not two seconds later.
On a table she saw packages of egg timers arranged above one another in no particular order. Many of them were standing there unpacked. About twenty to thirty of them.
„Darling one?“, Jaal asked her in confusion as he was forced to stop suddenly as well. A diabolic idea came to her mind and once again a grin spread on her face. But this time it was an evil one.
„You see those things?“, she said and tilted her head to the egg timers. Jaal eyed the devices dubiously. „Yes. What are they?“, he asked. „Egg timers. You use them to see if your cooked egg is ready. They ring once the required time is up.“ Jaal opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something but closed it again. His eyes wandered a bit around as he processed the information until it seemed to sink in as much as it could.
Rachel still grinned. „And...?“, Jaal questioned further as he saw the lasting smile.
„Okay listen, we turn on these unpacked ones, all with a one minute difference.“, Rachel answered. Jaal's face split into a wide smile as he slowly understood where this was going.
„And then we wait.“, he said.
„And then we get the hell out of here.“, Rachel corrected and they immediately proceeded to realize their genius plan. They worked as quickly as possible so they would have enough time to escape before the alarms would go off and returned the colouful devices to their places as accurately as possible so no one would notice that something was off. Once they were done they rushed away to the exit.
Jacob stood behind Vetra as she measured two pots that caught her interest the most against each other.
„Do you think this one's enough?“, Vetra asked and held up the slightly smaller one.
„Depends on how much you want to make.“, Jacob replied.
„Hm...“, Vetra made. She glanced at both pots in exchange before she decided to put the small one back.
„This one's only slightly more expensive. And it will not be too small if we decide to make a bit more.“, Vetra explained. She seemed to be content with her choice and that was for Jacob enough to go with it.
„Alright then, let's go pay and...“, Jacob stopped in midsentence as he turned towards the outskirts of the baking department only to discover Jaal and Rachel fumbling with the egg-timers.
„What's up, Jacob?“, Vetra now asked after his sudden silence. The turian lady followed her lover's gaze to its focus. They both observed the other pair for a few moments before Jaal and Rachel appearantly decided to jogg out of the shop, giggling maniacly and loud enough for Vetra and Jacob to hear.
„Did they seriously...?“, Vetra asked with an unbelieving surprise.
„These children.“, Jacob commented laughingly and shook his head slightly.
Only seconds afterwards the egg-timer began to go off. One loud deafening ringing after the other started to sound through the room in a seemingly unending harmony of panicking annoyance as confused clerks scuttled around the table attempting to turn the devices off.
Shopping for houshold utensiles turned out to be fun after all.
#jaal ama darav#sisryder#vetra nyx#broryder#rydaal#vetryder#m!ryder x vetra#f!ryder x jaal#mass effect andromeda#faniction#i wrote a thing
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Watch out for the papa Haymitch mode activated ;)
[FF] or [AO3]
Chapter 5 : Bed Of Ashes
Haymitch was too sober for this.
Far too sober.
He purposefully kept a slow pace as he crossed the lonely streets that would take him to the Everdeens’ residence, hoping against all hopes that maybe Katniss would have gone hunting and that he wouldn’t have to impart the news himself. He could just grab her mother and leave her to pass the message along, he supposed. That would be the coward’s way out but he had been known to be a coward at times.
He would leave it to fate.
If she was there, he would do it.
If she wasn’t…
He had waited for the sun to rise with dread, wishing for the morning light but scared of what it would bring. When Effie had called back… It hadn’t taken long for her to fall asleep once she had taken the pill but he hadn’t hung up at once, he had listened to her sleep for a while – which was almost as ridiculous as it got – and then he had tried to drown in liquor. Alcohol had done nothing for him aside for giving him a raging headache.
He was far too sober for this shit.
He paused in front of Katniss’ house, briefly closing his eyes before rasping his knuckles against the wood twice. The door opened on Prim almost at once. She smiled when she saw him, inviting him in without even asking what he wanted. He softened like he always did around the kid, flashing a rare smile and not protesting when she grabbed his hand to drag him to the kitchen.
Both Aster and Katniss looked surprised to see him but he was welcomed as if he was a part of the family. Before he could say anything, Aster was adding another plate and Katniss was asking if he wanted coffee.
His lack of answer made the three of them frown.
It was like his tongue was heavy with lead. He knew what he needed to say but it wouldn’t come out. He cleared his throat and decided there was no point in doing that twice so…
“Could you go get Peeta, sweetheart?” he asked Prim, refusing the seat Katniss pointed out with a dismissive wave of his hand. “It ain’t exactly a courtesy visit.”
“Is something wrong?” Aster asked, worrying her fingers.
He shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “Just… Someone go get Peeta, yeah?”
“I’ll go.” Prim agreed and ran out through the back door.
He deflected the questions both Katniss and her mother harassed him with, regretting not having had the presence of mind to collect the boy on his way there. It would have been easier.
A sleepless night, an upset Effie and not enough booze clearly wasn’t a good mix for his brain.
It didn’t take long for Prim to come back with Peeta. The boy was all smiles and waved two loaves of bread as he came in with a shy hello for Aster. “Prim said we were all having breakfast together so…”
“Haymitch’s got bad news.” Katniss told him and it dampened the boy’s good mood.
He waited until Peeta had sat down to clear his throat again. It felt too formal. He was the only one left standing up and everyone was staring at him. He didn’t know how to do this. He didn’t know the right words. The kids would be crushed and…
“Spit it out already!” the girl exclaimed. Tension was radiating from her in waves. She probably didn’t like the vibes she was picking up from him. She wasn’t the most observant person – not to say she was the most oblivious person he knew – but they understood each other very well and his shifty attitude was something she would definitely notice. “Does it have to do with the wedding? The excuse of Mom not giving her permission is gonna stick, right? Nobody’s in any hurry.”
Peeta looked down at his hands. Prim’s nudge of her elbow seemed to fly high over her head.
“It’s got nothing to do with the wedding.” he said slowly. He licked his lips, his fingers twitching for a bottle that was nowhere in sight. “I got news from the Capitol last night. There was an accident.”
“Effie?” Peeta immediately worried.
He lifted a reassuring hand that wasn’t as steady as he would have liked.
“Effie’s fine.” he said. “She’s okay. Upset but okay.”
“What kind of accident?” Katniss frowned.
It was almost aggressive, as if whatever had happened was his fault, as if he was guilty just because he was carrying the news.
“Look, there’s no good way to say it.” he sighed. “Cinna and Portia… Their workshop caught fire.”
“Are they okay?” Peeta asked as Prim and Aster gasped in shock and worry.
Katniss remained silent. Her grey eyes were staring straight at him and as much as he tried to avoid her gaze, he ended up looking back at her.
“They didn’t make it.” He answered the boy’s question but it was to her he was talking.
Katniss bolted out of her chair and to the door before any of them could do anything. He submitted to the other’s interrogations until he couldn’t bear it anymore and escaped the now oppressing kitchen.
The wind was strong that day and coal dust danced in the air. He coughed and buried his hands in his pockets, wondering if it would be reckless to call Effie or if he could make it pass as nothing more than a concerned friend checking on her after a terrible ordeal.
He was afraid he had already showed his hand where she was concerned and, right now, given what was happening, it wasn’t good. He didn’t want to be the example once more. He didn’t want her to pay for his foolishness.
He had barely reached the end of the street when Peeta caught up with him, looking a bit dazed. He matched the boy’s pace, mindful of the leg that always pained him on cold days such as this one. They walked in silence for a while.
Haymitch didn’t push.
It took time to come to terms with that kind of news.
“Was it really an accident?” the boy asked eventually.
He hesitated.
He had hidden the truth about Thirteen from them for a very good reason – and it wasn’t just because Katniss was the worst actress in Panem.
Ignorance was bliss.
Ignorance, in the world they lived in, was synonymous with safety.
The less the kids would know, the better.
But with Cinna and Portia gone… Chances were he would be next on the list. If Effie was forced to retire… He knew she wouldn’t just abandon them to a new escort, he trusted her to be in the way as much as possible and to remain close to their victors. She would make sure they knew the ropes.
And yet…
Sure, new victors learned everything soon enough. It didn’t matter where the information came from, there was no hiding certain truths about the Capitol. He was hoping the marriage would spare them Finnick’s fate but… In his heart, he knew it wouldn’t stop the vultures for long.
He wasn’t sure how much Peeta had already figured out. The Capitol was dangerous and angry with them, that much had been established during the Tour. Aside for that though…
As their mentor, he had a responsibility to prepare them. He had been mostly alone after his victory. No mentor to coach him through the worst of it, a useless escort who had moved on as soon as she had been able and who had only cared about him so long as he was useful to her ambitions… Chaff had been there as much as he had been able, he had unofficially stepped up to the mentoring role.
It had seemed ironical to him at the time: mentoring the new mentor. He had been sixteen and naïve in his bitterness – far too innocent still on a lot of accounts despite how tainted he had come out of the arena.
If he wasn’t there to help, there would always be someone ready to fill his shoes – that, he knew for certain. Other victors had been approached by Thirteen, some had been working with the rebellion for years, others only a few months… He wondered what would happen to them, if similar punishments were waiting down the line. If Chaff made it through, he would coach his kids. And if he didn’t… There would be others. Finnick, for one, who would survive because the Capitol would never sacrifice their golden goose… Finnick would never leave Katniss and Peeta to hang. Even if he hadn’t been Haymitch’s friend, he had a golden heart.
So, yeah… Even if he died… The kids would probably be okay, taken care of.
And yet he couldn’t lie outright.
Was it an accident?
“Does it matter?” he retorted, after a few seconds of wavering.
The night and the morning had been difficult enough.
He wasn’t ready for any sort of tragic big reveal.
He wasn’t ready to explain what had happened to him or Johanna… What happened to victors who didn’t play by the Capitol’s rules. He wasn’t ready to explain about the prostitution, be it the one actually organized by the Gamemakers or the more subtle one that sometimes took place with sponsors. He wasn’t ready to explain how to decide when it was okay to sell your body or your soul for money. He wasn’t ready to explain how it was sometimes necessary to ask an escort to be nice with certain people – and how they should never ever go for that option unless they were sure they had potential victors because they didn’t play like Careers. He wasn’t ready to explain that, sometimes – almost always – you had to make a choice between two children because Twelve’s resources were always thin and there could only be a single victor anyway – and he wasn’t ready for Peeta to confront him about the choice they had made the previous year.
He wasn’t ready to explain about the thousand things he had learned along the way.
That was a conversation to be had around a bottle of alcohol – if at all.
He wasn’t sure he could face the questions they would have. If he regretted surviving for so long. If he had ever been sold. If he had ever slept with someone for money. If he had ever asked an escort – Effie – to do something like that. If he could look at himself in the mirror after deciding to favor one of his tribute against the other. If that was why he was drinking.
There was only one negative answer in that list and he wasn’t sure it was his saving grace. He had never thrown Effie to the wolves, never. But he was pretty sure she had walked into the den behind his back by herself more than once. She didn’t want him to know and he pretended he didn’t. Just like she had pretended she hadn’t understood when he had come back with enough money to get Katniss medicine and a hickey she hadn’t left on his throat.
There were always pressure points, that was the thing. They were more or less effective so they used them with parsimony but there were always pressure points.
Even when you lived in a self-imposed prison and kept people away in a pitiful attempt at both punishing yourself and saving innocents from being swept in your shitty life.
The Capitol could choose to make life in Twelve a living hell for the people – it didn’t take much: late shipments, less safety than there already was in the mines… They could threaten friends. They could make it near impossible for you to get whatever it was you needed to cope – like liquor.
There were a thousand ways to skin a victor.
And if the Capitol was good at something, it was mind games.
They only killed you if you crossed the line – like by trying to launch a rebellion – because death wasn’t the worst thing you could do to someone. Haymitch knew that first hand.
And he didn’t want to get into any of that. Not there, not now, not when Cinna and Portia had just paid the price for their collective folly and he might be next. So he hoped the boy wasn’t asking for an actual answer, an actual explanation. He hoped the boy would… understand.
Peeta shrugged. “It depends if you think there will be more accidents.”
Clever kid.
He couldn’t help the swell of pride. Peeta would learn how to play the game quickly. And if she was very lucky, he might just manage to keep the girl alive despite her tendency for rash actions.
“That’s the thing with accidents…” he deadpanned. “You never know when they’re gonna happen.” The boy covertly studied him and Haymitch pretended he didn’t notice. They were nearing the kid’s house and he stopped, burying his hands in the pockets of his coat. “You two will be just fine. Panem’s waiting for that big wedding. Can’t disappoint.”
The date hadn’t been picked yet but he would bet on sometimes before or after the next Victory Tour. Something to keep the Capitol’s interest in the Games alive during the hiatus. Or maybe they will luck out and the new Quell’s victor would be successful enough that the wedding would be pushed back to the year after that.
“Will you?” Peeta asked. “Be alright?”
“If the drinking doesn’t do me in.” he snorted casually, as if it was a good joke. As if two of their friends weren’t dead. As if…
He wasn’t certain the boy got the message but Peeta looked down at his boots, mirroring his position by putting his hands in his own pockets.
“She loves Cinna.” the kid said slowly. “Loved. I can’t really pretend to understand what they shared but they had something. A connection.”
“Yeah.” he acknowledged.
He had resented Katniss’ worshiping of the stylist plenty of times before. Whatever he did, Cinna was always the good guy and he was the manipulative bastard. It didn’t matter that he was the one making the hard choices to keep her alive or that Cinna had been the first to see the symbol she could become and had marked her as such when it would have been way easier for her if he hadn’t. To Katniss, Cinna was the good guy.
He liked Cinna. He really did. Had liked. But… The man had had his flaws. His dedication to the cause had blinded him to a lot of things. Bringing Portia along for one… Haymitch couldn’t understand that. You protected your loved ones. From everything. From yourself even. From themselves if need be.
“She will need you.” Peeta declared awkwardly. “When she comes back from wherever she went… You need to make sure she’s okay.”
“She won’t come to me.” he scoffed.
“She won’t talk to her family because she needs to be the strong one.” the boy countered. “I don’t think she’s seeing much of Gale these days and she certainly won’t come to me.” He shook his head. “It leaves you.”
“Lucky me.” he sighed.
“You would be her first choice anyway.” Peeta remarked bitterly. “Don’t pretend you don’t know what you mean to her.”
The engagement had been a smart idea but Haymitch couldn’t say he didn’t feel sorry for the boy. Peeta had gotten the short end of the stick. He would get the girl but the girl was too stupid to realize what her own feelings were. He supposed he could relate. He was a champion at denial, after all.
Unrequited love… It wasn’t the best place to be. All the more so if the woman you loved was forced to be with you against her will.
“I’m a pain in her ass.” he pointed out. “She’s telling me often enough.”
“You’re our mentor and she needs you.” The boy kicked a heap of dirt, avoiding his eyes. “I need you too. Try not to get into any… accident.”
“Ah, kid…” he sighed, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. “I’m gonna do my best but I don’t make promises I don’t know I can keep.”
Peeta nodded and then shrugged, looking a bit lost again. “Do you think I should call Effie? She must be upset.”
The change of topic was welcomed.
He checked his watch. “Give it a couple of hours. She took something to sleep and she could use the rest.”
“Is she…” The boy made a face. “Do you think she could have an accident?”
“Don’t think so.” he replied quickly. It might have been wishful thinking on his part. A feeble attempt at convincing himself that she would be alright.
“Good.” Peeta breathed out with obvious relief. “Good.”
Haymitch nodded and headed to his own house. The sun was hiding behind dark threatening clouds and he wondered how long it would take for the downpour to start.
Wasn’t that a question for the ages...
He was so focused on the weather that he didn’t really pay attention when he unlocked his door. He used the side entrance as a habit, having always found it easier to go through the kitchen than to use the imposing front door. He felt it as soon as he stepped inside.
Something was off.
His knife was out before he could even think about it. His heart was beating loud but his hands weren’t shaking. He recognized the hunter instinct for what it was, it was the same sixth sense for danger that had gotten him out of an arena once upon a time. He went through every room, checked all the windows and doors…
The house was just as empty as usual.
He had learned to trust his guts long ago though and he wasn’t as quick to dismiss it as a trick his exhaustion played on his brain as he probably should. And, when he came back to the kitchen – for a well-needed drink – he was proven right.
He was positive they hadn’t been there when he had first come in.
But they were there now.
Two white roses arranged in an empty glass in the middle of the table.
The back door was ajar.
He checked the backyard but it was long empty, whoever had left the roses was gone.
He closed the door and poured himself a drink. The smell of the flowers was sickening. Their intent clear. Two roses for two dead friends, a signature and a promise all at once. Tossing them in the trash wouldn’t get rid of their perfume so he downed his glass and actually tossed them outside, crushing them under his boots. Then, he started walking because it was something to do.
He stopped at the broken fountain half covered with moss and waited. He wasn’t sure how much time he spent there, trying to look casual when his ass was freezing sitting on the cold marble stone. He stared at the sky and made bets with himself about who would arrive first: Katniss or the storm.
He was leaning toward the storm when the figure of the girl appeared between the wrought iron gates of the Village. She hadn’t grabbed a coat before bolting out of the kitchen and she looked even more frozen than his numb ass was. She was hugging herself, lost in her own thoughts, and her reddish eyes widened in surprise when she spotted him.
For a second, they stared at each other, not certain where they stood.
Then, he wordlessly shrug his coat and handed it to her. She took it with some hesitation but was clearly too cold to protest.
“Was it my fault?” she asked, sounding much younger than her sixteen years – and so, so lost. “Because of the berries? Of the Tour…”
“No.” he offered. It was a half-lie maybe but he had never had any problem lying when it was about protecting people he loved. “Nothing to do with you.”
“It wasn’t an accident.” she spat. “I’m not stupid. It wasn’t.”
Always so much blunter than the boy… Brash.
She would have troubles playing the Capitol’s game, he already knew. She was… too rash.
He couldn’t say he would leave much unfinished business when he would die but Katniss… It was Katniss he was worrying about the most. She was fragile underneath the bravado and she needed guidance despite her rebellious sulky tendencies. He wasn’t sure she could make it on her own and he wasn’t sure the boy could impose himself enough to help her. Peeta always caved to her wishes.
“It wasn’t about you.” he insisted, choosing his wording carefully.
She shook her head. Her jaw was clenched and she was obviously trying to control herself but tears slipped out all the same.
“When is it going to end?” she asked. “It’s like… It’s like a bad dream and… There’s no waking up.”
“Come here, sweetheart.” he sighed.
He half-expected her to push him away but she almost cannonballed into his arms when he opened them. She needed the hug, he figured. It wasn’t just about their friends, it was about everything. The pressure the Tour had put on them, the reality of the situation sinking in, the certainty there would be no escape from this life…
She was tough as nails, that girl, but you could only be strong for so long… There was a breaking point. There was always a breaking point.
He didn’t promise it would be alright or even that it would get better. He had just told the boy he didn’t like making promises he couldn’t keep and he stood by that.
He held her as she cried, trying not to notice that the wind had picked up and that drops randomly hit his back. It was stupid to be out there without a coat and he would catch a cold.
The girl needed him though so he remained silent.
Lighting flashed and they barely had time to step away from each other before the downpour started. They ran because that was what you did when you got caught in a storm. Thunder booming over their heads, lighting flashing in the suddenly threatening sky… They ran.
He was out of breath after only a minute but Katniss didn’t notice. She dashed ahead, leaving him to stop and pant under the heavy water, rushing for safety while he stood there and accepted his fate.
He wished it wasn’t as prophetical as it felt.
He was soaked to the bones when he finally reached his house and he spared a thought for what Hazelle would have to say when she would find the mud tracks on floors she had mopped a couple of days earlier.
He walked straight into his shower and turned the water as hot as it would get – which was never really hot in Twelve, certainly not as scalding as the Capitol showers could be – losing himself to the stream of water, letting it wash away some of the horror of the night.
He felt slightly better when he stepped out of there, his mind was clearer. He shaved. For no other reason than the fact it had been a while since he had bothered.
It was well past noon when he walked back downstairs, caving to his rumbling stomach. The sky was still dark and the storm was raging. He found some cheese in the fridge and munched on it while he dialed the phone.
The line kept sizzling and Effie was too out of it to be really coherent. It was a short conversation.
He grabbed a bottle of liquor and went to the living-room to light a fire, intending to do nothing all day but lie on the couch and wallow in his misery.
He found the third rose in the fireplace, a dot of white on a bed of ashes.
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two-year tribute to furisting
happy furisting anniversary, everyone!! I, for one, can’t believe I’ve done this, but I guess if I’m going to actually write for this blog it might as well be for one of my favorite quotes of all time
~1.5k, this is PG, Disclaimer: NO FISTING ACTUALLY TAKES PLACE NOR IS IT DESCRIBED IN DETAIL, GRAPHIC OR OTHERWISE
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“Oh my god,” Furihata says, and the dawning horror in his voice is so startling that Kawahara actually puts down his pencil and abandons the homework he has due next period so he can watch the expressions his friend is about to make. It’s lunch time, which is fortunate, because that means they’ve pushed their desks together along with Fukuda’s, giving Kawahara a front row seat to this show.
“Oh my god,” Furihata repeats, like a man realizing he’d misread the project due date and everything was actually supposed to be turned in on the 4th instead of the 14th. (It’s possible that Kawahara’s modern Japanese teacher is going to flay him alive, but he just can’t look away from whatever it is that’s making Furihata use that voice.) Kawahara would swear he can see his friend going through the five stages of grief right in front of his eyes.
“You okay?” Fukuda asks, squinting at him. Furihata looks over at him, face so grim that he might as well be staring down a firing squad.
“Izuki-senpai thinks I don’t know what fisting is,” he breathes.
Fukuda jolts in surprise, driving the plastic straw of his juice box up into his soft pallet and coughing loudly. Kawahara gleefully marks his project down as a lost cause. This is clearly going to be the most important thing to happen to him all week.
“Why do you say that?” Fukuda sputters, eyes watering as he uses his sleeve to wipe juice from his chin.
“It was a misunderstanding,” Furihata says. “Oh god-” he puts his face in his hands- “it was misunderstanding, I didn’t hear him right because the captain was already shouting at him for bringing it up, and now he thinks I don’t know and he’s going to tell the other upperclassmen and they’re going to overreact.”
Kawahara leans over his desk and claps him on the shoulder. “There, there,” he says, maybe less sympathetically than he could.
“Why would the second years be weird about this?” Fukuda asks. “It’s not like whether you know what fisting is or not is going to affect how well you play basketball.” Kawahara knows he’s grinning like a loon, but he can’t help it.
“They’re weirdly invested in our sex education,” he tries to explain. “Weren’t you there when coach and Tsuchida-senpai gave Kagami the talk?”
Fukuda frowns. “They never did that,” he says, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
“They did,” Furihata moans into his palms, hunched so far over in his seat that his forehead is brushing the edge of his desk.
“They did,” Kawahara confirms. “It happened just after Kagami got that confession, remember? There were diagrams, and then coach made Tsuchida-senpai give him a practical condom demonstration. I think that was probably why Kagami turned the girl down, since he was too embarrassed to even look at her after all that.”
Fukuda’s expression is slowly changing to match Furihata’s own horror. “Why was Tsuchida-senpai-”
“He’s got a girlfriend!” Kawahara says. It’s possible that he’s enjoying this a little too much. “So obviously coach decided that he had the most experience and made him show Kagami how to put a condom on.”
“She brought a cucumber and the condom,” Furihata adds, still speaking into his hands. “The cucumber was uncomfortably lifelike.”
“I thought Kagami was going to die,” Kawahara says. It had been an incredible day. He and Furihata hadn’t even been ordered to attend the little presentation, they’d just happened to be in the room when Riko had marched in with her props and Tsuchida in tow and ended up staying out of morbid curiosity. Aida Riko was nothing if not thorough when it came to ensuring the health of her players. “There was even a quiz afterwards to make sure he understood the material.”
“This never happened,” Fukuda says, but it’s pleading, like he’s asking them to tell him it’s all just a bad joke. He looks at Furihata who is still trying to fold himself up into a ball of human shame origami. “The second years are good people,” he says desperately. “They wouldn’t make Kagami talk about his dick. Or where he might put it in the future. Or how he should put it there and not be at risk for disease. Or even say the word ‘sex’ and make eye contact with any of them at the same time.”
“They can and they did,” Furihata moans.
“Kagami actually already knew a lot about different forms of contraception,” Kawahara muses. “Do you think he’s smoother in English? Maybe he got lots of dates in California.”
“Impossible,” Furihata mutters, still miserably creeping towards the floor but unwilling to pass up a chance to roast Kagami. “Last week I saw him sneeze onto his lunch and then eat it anyways.”
“Remember when he got a new phone case and then forgot and panicked because he thought he’d accidentally stolen someone else’s phone?”
“Two days ago he was trying to show me how to moonwalk before practice but he couldn’t do it without taking his shoes off and then coach came in and yelled at him for not being changed so he tried to run to the locker room in his socks and fell on his face.”
“I saw that,” Fukuda says. “It was spectacular. Also, he’s a terrible dancer.”
There’s a brief, peaceful silence where they all ruminate on Kagami’s total lack of moves, and then Furihata brings them all back around to the topic at hand by making a wounded noise.
“I can never go to practice again,” he says. Kawahara is pretty sure he’s actually underneath the desk now. “It was almost funny when it was Kagami, but if I have to listen to any of the second years try to explain any sort of technique-” all three of them shudder at the word- “I will actually disintegrate. Into dust. You can fill an hourglass with my remains and use it to time passing drills or something.”
Fukuda is nodding along, equally somber. “You’re definitely screwed,” he says, voice grave. “I’ll tell your brother you love him,” he promises.
“No,” Furihata says, “don’t do that. He owes me 1500 yen and I’m not speaking to him until he pays up. If I die without that money, then he’s unforgiven forever. And I will definitely die without that money because he doesn’t get paid until Monday and Izuki-senpai won’t make it to the end of the week without bringing this up again.”
“Oh, come on,” Kawahara says with a sigh. He figures he’d better at least start trying to be supportive. There are only a couple minutes left in the lunch period and he’s not so bad a friend that he’s going to make Furihata sweat over this until practice. “You really think it’ll be that bad? The upperclassmen might actually be crazy, but it’s not like this is going to haunt you for the rest of your life. No one is going to obsess over fisting, for god’s sake, not even Izuki-senpai. It’ll be over by the end of the week.”
“I’ll be over by the end of the week,” Furihata mutters, from somewhere around his ankles.
“Listen,” Kawahara tries again. “Worst case scenario, you can’t explain to him that you actually do know what it is in time and you have sit through an explanation of it - which, by the way, will be fine because you already know what it is, so it’s not like there’ll be any surprises - and then the second years laugh a little bit and then you go on your way and we only bring it up once or five times a year when we want to hold something over your head. That’s it. No more fisting, you’re free forever.”
“Really?” Furihata asks, sounding more skeptical than Kawahara thinks is reasonable. The basketball team is weird, but they’re not that weird.
“Yeah,” he says, as reassuringly as possible. He punches Fukuda in the shoulder get his attention and makes a frantic gesture to signal him to back him up on this.
“Yeah!” Fukuda agrees hastily, oddly cheerily for a man who was just helping Furihata plan his own funeral. “It’ll all blow over! Just wait until someone else says something dumb and then you’ll see, none of us will remember any of this.”
“Alright,” Furihata says, more confidently than before, and he must unfold a bit because Kawahara can suddenly see the top of his head behind his desk. “Okay,” he says, and stands up, cautiously resettling himself in his chair. He looks pale, but that’s probably to be expected. It’s one thing for the coach and Tsuchida-senpai to run a presentation on practical sex ed, it’s totally different to have the threat of one of Izuki-senpai’s famously colorful and flashy slideshows hanging over your head. Especially when the subject matter is as….extreme as fisting. Lesser men would weep. Or try to switch schools. Luckily, Furihata is made of stronger stuff.
He takes a couple deep breaths. “If it looks like he’s not going to let this go, I will tell him that one of you has never heard of…whatever’s worse than fisting, I guess,” he threatens.
“You can’t just throw us under the bus like that!” Fukuda cries, clutching his chest in exaggerated betrayal.
Kawahara frowns at him. “That would definitely be a dick move,” he says.
Furihata’s expression is stony. Determined. Damn him and his stronger stuff.
“Sacrifices have to be made,” he says, and then the bell chimes to signal the end of the lunch period. “If I’m going down, I’m not going alone,” he tells Kawahara, as he pushes his desk back to its correct position.
“You’re not going down,” Kawahara insists, and god, he hopes he’s right. It was just a simple communication error. It’s not like the second years can take it very far before Furihata gets a chance to clear it all up, right? Right?
#if this sucks we can say it's bc it was literally all written after midnight#on several different days#fanart#not a quote#furisting#I guess this is probably#a main mod original™
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Hold On To That Feeling
Daydreaming and feeling overwhelming surges of inspiration is normal for me when I’m separated from the means to write (in other words, my laptop) for any extended period of time. I admit that very few times in my life have been so hugely joyous that a certain urgency to capture it in words lasts past the event. Some people have the gift of being motivational rather than nagging and I fully believe that it is the seven-hour car ride next to Sam and my number one baby that I owe this determination to not procrastinate anymore to.
The happiest and saddest experiences are either the easiest or hardest to put into words. In my grief for Max in 2015, I tried desperately to put into words the sudden sense of mortality I felt, being able to remember him as a little pup as if it were yesterday. But unlike my externally forced graduation speech back in 2010, which told as neutrally as possible of my hellish high school years, I couldn’t find the words for my sweet boy. The ever-expanding graveyard is since that summer where I find my ultimate peace and maybe that’s all I can ever say about it.
Maybe because I’ve admired and looked up to One Tree Hill actress and my idol Shantel Vansanten for so many years now, but I finally understand why she says “I look for inspiration in everything around me.” There was a time when I used to wait for that surge of urgency to write, but now many writing courses and pep talks later I’ve realized that it takes as much determination and focus as it does genuine inspiration to be productive. Every time I have heart-to-heart talks with Sam, I come away feeling more talented and capable for it so I owe it to her and myself to capture all the moments that it brings me joy to think about.
After the family vacation through Bruges in Belgium, the French war memorials and last but far from least Watford’s Warner Bros Studios three years ago, I always regretted not pushing through the procrastination to write about how much lasting joy I gained from October 10 2014. Naturally, it was my psychologist who helped me make use of that day of bliss at every turn, by using the happiness of the memory to put me back in a good headspace during stressful and less joyous times. Because I’ve figured out the key to making memories long-lasting for me personally, it is and always has been music. The more Indian weddings I attend the more certain I am that any Indian function my possible future wedding may have will be a sangeet only. I have a carefully chosen anti-anxiety playlist of positive musical associations and have to give even my least favourite One Tree Hill character, Peyton Sawyer, credit for one truth:
But I digress, being a huge fan of John Green’s The Fault In Our Stars after the film adaptation released in summer 2014, come the sightseeing in Belgium that October it was the soundtrack’s peppy track Boom Clap I tuned into as we walked the quaint streets of Bruge. The film’s love story took place in Amsterdam before terminal cancer turned it tragic and hearing that song on a tourist boat ride in Belgium felt close enough to the movie magic to be a joy to recall.
Seeing the war memorials on the next part of the trip it was my Dad’s excitement and the sheer scale of historical melancholy that made it unforgettable, being there to witness the 100th anniversary of WW1 was obviously an immense and sobering experience. But all that took place before one of the happiest days of my life, the one I’m sure I would think back on if J.K Rowling’s Patronus Charm existed in real life. In a way, I understand how she made the joy-sucking Dementors a metaphor for her own depression because that single day has had the strength to carry me through hard times ever since.
Harry Potter was what turned me into what I define myself as today: a fangirl. The fascinating Marauder era still holds a very special place in a heart no longer seventeen but probably happier than nearly a decade ago. It makes me feel old to think that the first Potter film adaptation came out sixteen years ago, 2001 was incidentally the same year to give the world Karan Johar’s Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham, which initiated my ten-year obsession with SRK.
Coming back to the Watford experience, I can safely say it was life-changing: Between Tom Felton’s humorous tour guide recorded narration, the animatronic Buckbeak that actually bowed and blinked and my first taste of Butterbeer, I was floored long before the most exhilarating and then emotional parts of the day. The simulated broom ride which thanks to the souvenir videos and photograph reminds me more than anything else how happy that day was, is still something I just have to watch to feel intense surrealism to this day. But my favourite photograph that day is of me posing behind the Privet Drive sign. It’s hilarious to think that on the set the awful Dursley’s home exterior is right next to the ruin of Lily and James Potter’s house.
Already soaring on a wave of bliss that had begun with the HP film scores blasting all the way to the parking lot, standing in front of that scorched wall is where I got really emotional because somehow the couple who are dead before the series even begins have always meant the most to me. Yes walking through Diagon Alley’s set with the incredible detail on all sides I genuinely felt like Harry in wishing I had about a hundred eyes at once. But somehow it was still that ruined Potter cottage that I remember responding to now; the fictional sacrifice for their baby’s life as stirring and inspiring as anything else that trip.
When I was sixteen I once had a crush on a boy just because he resembled the fifteen-year-old James Potter from the Order Of The Phoenix film adaptation, incidentally my last non-celebrity / fictional crush to date.
Needless to say, that went nowhere and Harry Potter has stayed an important happy place for me longer than anyone in school ever did. There might still be times when the high school years negatively affect how I feel about myself but those days are few and far between.
Luckily for me, it’s a fact that time heals all wounds and someday only those powerful happy memories will remain. As Albus Dumbledore wisely said after all...
Even as a writer, with a craft as creative and yet honed by habit as many others, the end result of a piece like this isn’t always in sight from the beginning. There’s always the fine line of discussing a work in progress with my cheerleading family and figuring out on my own what feels right. I’ve had all sorts of advice; to combine experiences or don’t, or to be honest and heartfelt but draw the line somewhere. But at the end of the day, I know that the only way to get the words out is to find my own flow and go with it. All the song lyrics and Disney mottos about following your heart have got to come from a place of some kind of experience I suppose, so that’s what I decide to do with every word.
The theme of this article is holding on to joy and describing some hugely happy moments in my recent past would not be complete without the last week’s trip to Kottayam in Kerala. Some say this past week, with a royal Indian wedding and such a fabulous vacation with old friends deserves its own article and maybe someday it will get it. After all it took three years to pay tribute to the Potter joy as this article does.
But stand-alone tribute or not, the vacation after the Scindia wedding deserves a very heartfelt mention for inspiring me to write again in the first place with the love from old friends and simply breath-taking experiences. In a way, it does tie into the whole filmy Potter experience because Chacko Uncle shared his jaw-dropping world so modestly with us. How often does the average person get to sneak onto an active TV set and witness a girl prance onto the stage to an iconic SRK song?
For almost a decade my love of Bollywood became a way to connect with my roots from abroad and now it is always being in India that finds some way or other to remind me how much I will always admire King Khan. Granted there’s a huge nostalgia factor now but that song choice and moment in a little corner of that studio, trying to sneak a peek without tripping over the wires or squealing out loud was something I won’t forget in a hurry.
Over the next two days, the thrills just kept on coming, whether it was the epic serenades of our very own crooner Charles (the man stole my heart with Kuch Kuch Hota Hai and kept it awed with a freaking Swiss German number) or getting to feel like a film star speeding along the backwaters, it was definitely like the Warner Studios tour in that I wanted to drink in all the sights and hold on to how I felt in the moment.
I’m not normally particularly keen on selfies, but with the enforced dressing up for the wedding before the Kottayam vacation, maybe the habit of sharing spilled over to that part of the holiday. Cruising along the backwaters I felt able to define wind-swept hair quite literally and even the slight motion sickness became easy to ignore with the sun kissing my exposed skin and finally getting to put my prescription sunglasses to good use. The picturesque backdrops helped me to feel beautiful and for that, I am more thankful than anything. Here’s hoping ten years don’t go by until the next reunion, visits to the south are as much a fascinating window into Mom and Dad’s past as anything else.
As my former obsession show used to say “by its very definition, glee is about opening yourself up to joy” and with experiences like these under my belt I might yet learn to do just that more often.
Despite the way it crashed and burned, Glee did teach me to never stop believing and I like to think I’m one step closer to that faith with the power of all these good experiences to guide me. One Tree Hill creator Mark Schwahn made the idea of “someday” a trademark of many couples he wrote and I think my someday of just feeling good might be a lot closer these days. To end on one final OTH quote because it has words for everything
I’ve come to realize that I don’t have to dismiss the bad things in my past in order to find happiness, but I feel like my perspective on the years of teenage suffering has changed and that, for now, is good enough.
#personal#oth#one tree hill#glee#kerala#backwaters#harry potter#watford#warner studio tour#lillian adler#srk#ddlj#peyton sawyer#quote#julian baker#mark schwahn#journey
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