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anyonewannasteponme · 1 year

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Summary: Your Uncle Aegon enjoys sneaking into your room at night and making you his. Especially after you’ve misbehaved. (Also Helaena and Aemond are married because I say so)

Warnings: Incest, Explicit Sexual Content, Impact Play, Slight Non-Con

Authors Note: I want to preface by saying that I haven’t watched House of The Dragon yet so if I write Aegon a little out of character take that into consideration please this is far from perfect I just wanted to write something for fun. I just want a horrible man to ruin me <3

Your stomach was in knots, an acute feeling of dread had been plaguing you ever since you had stormed off from the disastrous family dinner. You felt awful, your Grandsire had only been trying to achieve one thing between your Mother and Brothers and Alicent Hightower and her boys. Unity. And it had been going well, until conversation had been shifted to Luke and Jaces legitimacy due to your Uncle Aemond’s unfathomable pride. Strong boys, he had called them knowing exactly what open wound to poke and prod.

Sure enough after Aemond slipped in the strong comment he and Jace were fighting. Helaena had let out a gasp as her husband got a punch to the jaw, one he rightfully deserved in the moment. You’d left shortly after, stormed out you supposed, you were furious. Unlike your brothers you had Targaryen features, like your brothers you were very much a bastard. It was just easier for everyone to pretend that you werent. You could pass as a true born Targaryen with your gleaming violet eyes and silver hair. Luke and Jace had a much harder time than yourself and you wished with all your heart that you could save them from the cruelties of the court. What had really wound you up was Aegon. The way he had slammed your brother down against the table unflinchingly had you fuming. How he could share your bed, yet insult your whole identity was a mystery.

A sharp rap on your door signalled his arrival. You knew from the brief few second pause between the previous violent knocks before a string of more followed more aggressive than the last that Aegon was at the door. “I do not wish to see you right now Uncle.” You whisper shouted, aware that if someone heard you refuse his entrance they’d likely try and send you to the dungeons. “I dont give two shits.” Aegon slurred, slamming on the door frame, the wooden piece rattling in its hinges. You muttered a variety of unladylike words in your head when you observed your sheer nightgown. Nipples slightly pebbling through the fabric. You were in no way ready to receive visitors. Especially not when you knew Aegon was already in a foul mood.

You opened the door wearily. Aegon barged in, his blond hair was ruffled, signalling his feverishness. “I saw you staring at him.” He barked suddenly, you jolted backwards, surprised but not shocked at his incapability to process your own feelings of anger and humiliation instead jumping to what was bothering himself. “What do you mean?” You said softly, careful with your words. “Dont play the fool.” He scoffed running a hand through his silvery blonde hair. Scrutinising you, as if he could see the cogs in your little brain whirring, desperately trying to process his accusations. Whilst you thought Aegon stared. Taking in your skantily clad figure, the sheer nightgown he had bought for you.

Wearing it still evoked a pang of guilt in your chest, knowing you were betraying your immediate family by having such relations with Aegon. Your mother would not know what to say if or rather when she figured out her sweet girl, her only daughter was involved with her younger brother, the epitome of unruliness and cruelty. Naturally it was futile to wish for approval you would never get from her, yet you knew the conversation at some point must occur. Especially since it had been many moons since Aegon had started visiting your bedchambers with a promise to make you a mother, a wife and a queen. A queen. The title promised to your mother.

You didnt bother mentioning that you had no interest in your other Uncle. You were devoted to Aegon and Aegon alone, but you knew he would not hear it. You had been looking at Aemond, an atrocity he would not let go unpunished. Even if you had only been staring because the conversation of your Brothers legitimacy had you on edge. You were waiting for him to target you next, worried for what would happen if Aegon was in the room if Aemond ridiculed you. Would he even defend your honour? Or would he leave you to wallow in the shame of your mothers infidelity.

“Were you waiting for Aemond?” Aegon whispered his voice husky and deep with rage. “Maybe he’s on his way now, ready to spill himself deep into the womb of his spoiled whore of a niece.” You flinched at his degradation. “Aemond is a devoted husband to Helaena.” You whimpered voice meeker than you wished it to be. The blood of the dragon ran through your veins, yet your own fire was stifled by the terrifying glint in Aegon’s eyes. He stalked towards you, expression stony and serious. More serious than you ever saw him.

“He called my brothers bastards.” You snapped, trying desperately to change the conversation and avoid his wrath. “Strong boys he called them and you sat there drank your wine and laughed.”

“Him or me.” He said simply, ignoring you trying to shift his attention, his tone sent shivers down your spine.

If you were a smart girl and Aemond was unmarried you would have chosen him. He was infinitely kinder compared to Aegon even if he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. But you weren’t a smart girl, and Aegon was not a smart man. He should have bed and married his sister, Heleana regardless of his own wants and needs.

“You.” is what you would have said, had Aegon’s hand not whipped upwards to tighten around your neck, warm and strong and unrelenting. “Him or me.” He repeated his eyes the deepest purple, bordering on black, with lust or anger you could not say. He leant in, mouth pressed agaisnt your ear. “You are not his to take.” He growled. “You are mine to fuck, to seed, to marry, do you understand my darling niece? For as long as I am alive you will remain mine.” He released you when you began to claw at his wrists with desperation for air. Your vision was blurring, tiny pinpricks of black surrounded your Uncle. Tears welled in your eyes, a stinging sensation building in your nose. Aegon released his grip. “Get on the bed.”

You wanted to claw your hair out, to scream, to cry, to beg for him not to punish you for something he had invented of his own accord. But you didn’t. You got on the bed as Aegon began to unbuckle his belt. He gave you a stern look and begrudgingly you moved into the position he wanted you in, arse up ready for his punishment. Maybe he’d fuck your arsehole until it bled, make it impossible for you to leave your room the next day, or would he spank you red raw until you couldn’t sit down because of the pressure on the blue-black bruises he’d given you. You knew he was thinking about which way he wanted to take his anger out on you.

The bed dipped with Aegon’s weight. He grabbed your hips roughly pulling you against his clothed stomach, you were arched like a stretching cat, the way he loved to take you. He administered one searing slap against your left arse cheek with his belt, you convulsed in his arms at the impact wanting to cry alloud at the pain of one strike. “I know it hurts.” He whispered directly into your ear, his warm breath tickling your earlobe and sending a flush of addictive pleasure between your legs. “But when you behave like a whore you get treated like one.” You couldn’t stop the growl that escaped your lips. Aegon let out a burst of laughter, delighted at your anger, sorrow and neediness.

“Do you not like that name my sweet?” He condescended. “No I think you like it very much.” He ran a hand down your raised thigh, the further down he traced the closer he got to your aching centre. You closed your legs, trying to hide your wetness from him. In response Aegon grabbed a fistful of your hair and wrenched your head back so far you were sure your scalp would be bleeding. “Listen to me.” He pried your legs open with the hand opposite to the one abusing your hair. “I am going to ruin your cunt. I am going to use you to make myself cum and then when your so swollen and desperate from all the orgasms I deny you I will shove my cock back in and push my cum deep inside you.” He leaned in closer. “You come before I tell you its alright then you will be punished, you fail to satisfy me and you will be punished.” With that you felt his blunt head push against your hole. Aegon was collecting your slick before slamming his hips into yours.

“Your pulsing.” He grunted. “Your pussy is trying to push me out.” You didn’t doubt him one bit, the lack of preparation had you engulfed in an excruciating stretch as Aegon pounded you with no restraint all you could do was grasp desperately at the furs on your bed and gurgle as Aegon had his way with you. He clapped a hand over your mouth as a means to quiet you down. But you couldn’t help the sounds escaping your mouth when he changed positions, pounding the spot inside you that always made you crumble around him. “Do not cum.” He growled, you mewled. It wasn’t possible. “I can’t hold it Aegon.” You gasped. “You must.” He replied curtly. He continued to brutally thrust into you. You could feel him pulsing as well, his cock twitching inside you as he continued to fuck you desperately. He was close, but so were you.

You tried to think of anything but the approach of your orgasm, wiggling in your gut like an unwanted worm. You thought of how Aegon demanded respect when he fucked you. You wondered when you saw how he interacted with Alicent if when he was with you that was the only time he was ever in control of his life. You thought about how your mother would be queen. How no matter how often Aegon said he’d make you his queen he didn’t wish to be king even a little bit.

It distracted you for a bit before Aegon began to vocalise his pleasure, grunting and groaning in your ear as if he knew how much it would turn you on. “Dont cum inside please.” You whispered. Aegon flipped you over, legs over his shoulders. “Oh I’m coming inside.” He smirked at whatever expression of horror you must have plastered on your face. “Lets hope it takes and my babe grows in your pretty girl womb.” You let out a gasp of irritation as he slowed his thrusts, the burst of pleasure you had been feeling in the moment dissipating with the loss of his deep thrusting. “You want to come for me?” Aegon asked. You nodded your head vigorously. “Then say that you belong to me. That no one fucks your cunt as well as I do. That you want no one other than Aegon Targaryen.”

“I belong to you.” Aegon resumed his thrusting, growing more frantic and sloppy as he neared his release, you keened. “No one fucks my cunt as well as you do.” If anyone walked past usually you would be mortified, sounding like a commonplace whore. Yet you could care less, having gone dumb on his cock the minute his tip met your entrance. “I want no one other than Aegon Targaryen.” You gasped as your orgasm overtook you the minute you finished saying what he had asked of you. It hit you hard and intense from Aegon’s edging. He growled as he felt you tighten impossibly around him.

Aegon cursed as he came, spilling himself deep into you regardless of what you asked. Terror spiked in your gut. “What if I have a child Aegon.” For a second you were expecting him to shut you down. To say something along the lines of “I already father a dozen bastards whats one more going to do.” Instead he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I dont think anyone would bat an eye if you and I were to wed.” You gasped, stiffening beneath him. “Are you asking me to marry you?” You whispered, barely believing what you were hearing. “I would like nothing more. If you will have me.” You felt tears prick in your eyes, guiding him back to your entrance as you pressed a deep kiss against his lips.

You always forgave him too quickly.

“If you want it to take you’ll need to cum more than once.” You whispered, tucking his hair behind his ear. Aegon grinned, pulling out and angling his hips as he prepared to fuck you again.

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eddie-van-munson · 2 years

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Love, Hate, and Judas Priest (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Requested by: @bobcatbaker @they-ignoreme (Requests for a Reader that acts just like Eddie, and Something Inspired by 'Ten Things I Hate About You'.)

Summary: A classic Enemies to Lovers fic. Eddie Munson has hated you ever since you strolled into Hellfire wearing the same Judas Priest shirt as him. But there's a thin line between love and hate.

Warnings: Enemies to Lovers (Hurt/Comfort, Arguing, Angst, Pettiness), Cursing, Spicy Kisses, Fluff, She/Her pronouns. I think that's it??

(Requests are open but the waitlist is long!)

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Eddie Munson did not like you.

He knew that from the moment he laid eyes on you. No. Before that, even. He knew it from the moment Dustin had started gushing to him about you.

He was far too excited, vomiting information at him like there was going to be a quiz. "She's just moved to Hawkins from New York, dude. It's her second time doing Senior Year."

Eddie bristled. Flunking senior year was his thing.

"I'm telling you, she's wicked. She knows everything about DnD and she likes metal! You should've heard her talking about the last campaign she ran with her party in New York!" Eddie clenched his jaw a little, quickly realizing how dead set Dustin was on you joining the party. "You've got to meet her. It's like you're the same person! It's crazy! You're gonna love her, man."

Eddie decided right then and there that the two of you were, in fact, nothing alike.

Hellfire that night only cemented his opinions.

"Henderson!" Eddie called from his throne, dramatically. "You are tired. You are injured... You have but one night before an attack is unleashed on your lands. What say ye?"

Dustin nodded solemnly, contemplating his depleted health, "I take a long rest." He crosses his arms decidedly over his chest.

Eddie hummed in agreement, looking back at his book. "Wise choice, Sir Nog-"

"Actually, he can't do that." Mike cut in from across the table. "A long rest lasts twenty-four hours. He won't recuperate and regain spent abilities until a full day has passed."

Eddie frowned, "Who the hell decided that?"

"...The rules?" Mike shrugged, scratching his neck awkwardly. "Y/N says that-"

"Y/N?" He felt a flash of anger, annoyance churning his stomach. "And since when do I give a shit what Y/N says?"

Mike blanched, stuttering.

"Tell me Wheeler, what does your shirt say?"

He sighed, "Hellfire."

Eddie hummed in mock surprise, "Hellfire! And who's king of Hellfire, remind me? Who's Dungeon Master?"

Mike went quiet, crooking an eyebrow, "You?"

"Me. Not Y/N." He crossed his legs over the arm of his throne, "If she has something to say about how I play, she can take it up with me."

Who does she think she is? He ranted to himself in his head as he gathered his things after club. Showing up from god knows where and telling him how to run his own goddamn club. Poisoning his little freshmen sheep.

Mike relayed the whole thing to you in study hall the next day. "I didn't realize he'd flip out!" He laughed at the thought. "Like, shit!"

Dustin dragged you with him to the drama room the next week, your book in tow.

The moment Eddie saw you, he opened his mouth to argue with Dustin. You beat him to it, "What the fuck, Henderson?"

Eddie scoffed. That's what he called Dustin.

This detail, however, was easily the least of the concerns swimming in his head as he looked you up and down. You were wearing the same Judas Priest shirt as him. The exact same one.

Eddie swung a leg over the arm of his throne, staring you down, "Who is this?"

He knew exactly who the fuck you were.

Dustin sighed, realizing neither of you were going to make this easy on him. "Eddie, this is Y/N. She's joining Hellfire."

You both whip around to look at Dustin, speaking in Unison, "And who the hell decided that?"

Eddie scowled, looking over at you. Your gaze shot daggers at him. Embarrassing.

Dustin held back a smile. Jesus, you both were to stubborn for your own good. Only Eddie Munson would find a way to not like someone who was exactly like him. Dustin soldiered on, "She knows a shit ton about DnD, dude. She'd make a great member in our party."

Eddie hummed smugly, sarcasm dripping from his tone, "Mhm. Yeah. Ok."

You clenched your jaw at his sarcasm as he stood, sliding one of his thick game books down the table to you.

"Do me a favor. Crack that open and come back when you know the difference between an elf and a tiefling, princess."

Dustin opened his mouth to scold him, but he didn't get a chance to. Wordlessly, you pulled off your backpack and unzipped it, pulling out a well-loved copy of the same book. You slammed it down on top of Eddie's with a smug smile, "Your edition is out of date. I'd think about an upgrade."

He glared at you from the head of the table. Yeah. You knew what kind of guy this was. You were all too familiar with this brand of douche bag. You hadn't even wanted to join his stupid ass club, but now? Now you wanted to join just to piss him off.

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowed. You rolled your eyes, turning your back to him without a word, and march off, confidently.

"See you next Wednesday, Freddie."

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Things got better. You and Eddie tolerated each other. Sometimes.

In the beginning, it was all out war all the time. By your third club meeting, Dustin was already having to hold an intervention.

"You're acting like fifth graders, guys. You're supposed to be the grown ups!"

"I'll start acting like a grown up when she stops-"

"Eddie!" Dustin cut him off, shooting him a look. The Freshman sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm not asking you two to be nice to each other. I'm not even asking you to talk anything out. I'm just asking for mutual respect."

Neither you or Eddie looked at Dustin, just glared at each other. You crossed your arms. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what that means." Dustin took a deep breath. He turned back towards the throne. "Eddie, Y/N knows her shit. She's a good player. You can at least admit that."

Eddie was silent. Dustin turned to you.

"Y/N, Eddie's a damn good Dungeon Master. He writes awesome campaigns. You know that's the truth."

You went quiet.

"You both have traits that the other can respect. So stop acting like children and be good sports, ok?"

You and Eddie nodded.

Dustin sighed in relief, "Now shake hands."

You made it to a point of good natured mutual-dislike. Sure, you still teased one another mercilessly and argued about stupid shit, but there was respect. A silent agreement that ok...maybe you didn't actually mean everything you said.

Today was different though. Eddie wasn't putting up with shit today.

He'd woken up with a splitting head ache, already fifteen minutes late to his first period. The van broke down on the way to school, and he'd had to put up with bullshit from his teachers and Jason Carver all day. His head still hurt, and on top of all that? Wayne had just taken a pay cut.

You got to the drama room a few minutes after he did. He nodded, acknowledging you, and you watched for a minute as he stiffly laid out fresh character sheets over the table. Something was wrong. Damnit.

You debated whether you should say anything, scratching your neck awkwardly. Finally, you spoke, your voice sounding too loud in the silence of the room. "Are you ok?"

He paused, looking at you, and both of you were quiet for a moment. He cleared his throat, "Yeah. Just...you know. Headache."

You hummed, nodding, and pulled your book from your bag. There was another long silence. "Do you want some Tylenol?"

He turned to you again, looking confused. Surprised, even. "What?"

You played with the hem of your pants, pointing at the door to the drama room. "I just...I keep Tylenol in my locker for cramps. I thought maybe...if you were hurting or something-"

Something in him bristled, "Can you just leave me alone?"

You froze, looking hurt. Eddie's chest ached, now along with his head, guilt bubbling in him. He swallowed thickly, "Look, I-"

"Just, forget it." You snapped.

He opened his mouth to say something. To apologize. But the door to the drama room swung open.

"Eddie!" You both jumped as Lucas ran in, trailed by the other boys. "I won! I made the winning shot!"

His expression immediately brightened, "Holy shit, Sinclair! Are you serious!?"

The room erupted, each club member bouncing off the walls with excitement as they tried to recount the glorious details of the game all at once. You sat at the table, smiling weakly. As proud as you were of Lucas, you didn't feel like celebrating.

You took a deep breath as The Sheep finally settled at the table, pulling their game pieces from their backpacks and finding pencils.

Eddie cleared his throat, ignoring the pain in his skull as he read. "Sir Nog..."

Dustin looked up, his eyes going wide.

"When we left you last week, you were headed for the desert, fleeing an army of Drows. You casted 'Find Greater Steed' and summoned a Griffin to carry you far from the enemy. When your 'steed' grew tired, you stopped for the night a top a large hill and took a long rest to regain your strength."

Dustin nodded, recounting his last turn from the week before.

"But now, Sir Nog..." Eddie's tired face cracked with mischief. "You've awoken. It's been twenty four hours, and the army of Drows has caught up to you."

Dustin groaned, covering his eyes. The other boys shouted advice.

Eddie laughed softly at their enthusiasm, ignoring the throbbing of his head, and continued. "You can hear them around you, yelling to one another, but they can't see you yet. You were smart enough to hide yourself and your steed in a desert cave for the night."

Dustin sighed in relief.

"You aren't out of the woods yet though, Henderson. You don't have much of a stealth bonus...Would you like to attack or stay hidden?"

Dustin thought, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Stay hidden."

Eddie smiled, "Alright. Roll the twenty for me."

Dustin steadied himself, cracking his knuckles as he plucked the die from his collection. He shook it, blowing on it for good luck, and let it tumble across the table. The room held its breath as it came to a stop. 13.

The boys looked to Eddie, expectantly, crossing their fingers. Eddie raised his brows. "It's not enough. They see you."

Dustin hit his fist on the table as the group groaned. "Shit."

You swallowed thickly, "That's not right."

A silence. Eddie clenched his jaw. "What?"

"I said, you're wrong. That is enough."

He shook his head, trying to keep his cool. "It's not. His stealth is too low. There's not enough of a bonus."

You stood your ground, "Drows are at a disadvantage in the sunlight. When subterranean species are on land, they lose Optical Aucity unless they have shaded goggles. I don't remember you mentioning any goggles."

Eddie groaned, "Are you fucking serious?"

"I'm trying to help the kid, Munson. What, do you want him to lose? It's in the damn book. You should have read it."

"I did read it! I've read it a million times. Why do you rake me over the coals over every-"

"Because you're an asshole! You treat me like I'm stupid!"

Eddie snapped, "Then why the hell do you come? Why do you come every goddamn week if you hate it so much, huh? Just stop! Stop coming! Because you're ruining it for all of us!"

You could've heard a pin drop in the drama room.

It hurt. It really hurt. You would have preferred it if he'd punched you in the stomach. You weren't sure why it hurt so much.

That was lie. You did know why. It was because deep down, you liked Eddie. You'd grown to like him a lot.

You liked it when he teased you and you teased him, both of you knowing it didn't mean anything. You liked it when he'd congratulate you for beating his campaigns, even though it drove him crazy to do it. You liked that you lived in the same trailer park, and he'd drive you home from Hellfire if you asked. He'd always put on your favorite Iron Maiden tape, too, just because he knew you liked it. You liked Eddie. For as much as you shouted the opposite from the rooftops, you really really liked him. He knew you did. And you'd thought he liked you too.

There was immediate regret in his eyes the moment he said it. He felt sick when he saw the look on your face, but the damage was done. You couldn't even look at the other boys. Your throat tightened, and you fought the tears welling in your eyes.

"Fuck you, Eddie Munson."

You grabbed your book from the table and marched out the door. He started towards you, but his head spun a little when he stood up too fast. You ignored him when he called after you, slamming the front doors of the building and making your way to the parking lot.

Eddie cursed under his breath, trying to steady his dizzy, aching head. "Shit...shit. Goddamn it." He tugged at his own curls, angry with himself. His eyes and nose were red when he finally turned to the club. His voice was hoarse, "You guys go on home, ok? I'll find her. I'm gonna talk to her. Just...we'll pick up next week."

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Eddie stood awkwardly at your front door for a little bit before he finally mustered the courage to knock. He didn't hear anything, and he'd begun to think you hadn't made it home yet when you opened the door.

You slammed it shut in his face the moment you saw who it was, locking it.

Eddie sighed, guilt swimming in his belly. There'd been two obvious mascara tracks running down your cheeks. "Oh, Come on, Y/N. I just want to talk."

Your voice was hoarse when you yelled back, "I don't have anything to say to you."

"Well, I have something to say to you!"

"Well I don't fucking care!"

"Y/N!...Damn it!" He groaned, thumping his fist on the door in annoyance. "Goddamnit, Y/N, why do you act like this? You drive me fucking crazy! You know that?"

"Good!" You yelled, biting back a sob. You leaned your back against the door, sinking down to sit with your knees pulled to your chest.

"Christ, You're go damn headstrong, Y/N! You won't ever let shit go! You never stop when you should. You just push and push. You're so fucking irritating."

Anger burned in your chest as you listened. What, you ran off crying and he sought you out to berate you some more?

You could hear him panting. He rested his forehead against the door. "I don't get you. I don't. Because you do all this...you talk so much shit and act like you rule the fucking world and the boys eat it up every time. They absolutely love it and I do too."

You caught on his words, your brow furrowing with confusion.

"I do too, Y/N."

You went silent, trying to make sense of whatever the hell was happening. Again, he spoke. His words were soft this time. Croaky and tired. Like he'd given into it.

"I...I do too. I really do." He swallowed. "That's what drives me batshit crazy. I can't get enough of you. I can't get you out of my stupid head."

He could feel your presence, almost. Sitting on the other side of that door. He wanted to step through it and hold you. Tell you he was sorry.

His voice broke, "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you in that stupid fucking Judas Priest shirt. I wanted you so bad. And it scared me. It scared the shit out of me. It still does. Because I still want you."

He turned his back to the door and leaned against it, sliding down to sit, as well.

"I guess in the beginning I felt like it was easier to reject you before you could reject me and that is such an asshole move. I know it is and I'm sorry. I'm just terrified of you, Y/N." He gave a humorless laugh, burying his face in his hands. "You're perfect. You're literally perfect. You know that right?

Eddie had almost forgot you were listening. There was a long silence. He'd been about to stand up and walk away. To leave you alone like you probably wanted him to. But he heard you turn the deadbolt.

He stood as you opened the door, feeling like his heart was going to fall out of his chest. There you were, eyes red and glossy. You looked so small there. What remained of your mascara was running down your flushed cheeks, staining the collar of your pajama shirt. You were pitiful, and god his whole body ached in knowing he'd made you cry. He wanted to gather you up in his arms.

You stared up at him. "Get inside, Eds. It's cold."

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He was taller than you remembered. You noticed this now as he stood in the middle of your bedroom. Eddie stared at you awkwardly, looking around your room as you paced. You were still unsure of what exactly you were going to do with him.

He watched you as you rubbed the bridge of your nose, your cheeks flushed with anger. You muttered something to yourself.

Eddie finally cut in, "Just yell at me."

You froze, turning to him. "What?"

"Just yell at me." He crossed his arms casually, brows raised. "I deserve it! Get it all out!"

You bit your lip.

He could tell you were tempted. "I'll start if you want." You crooked your brow. Eddie shrugged, walking over to the mirror on your wall. He stared at his reflection, and you flinched a little when he yelled, poking his finger against the mirror accusatorily, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Your eyes went big as you watched him. He yelled again.

"You're a piece of shit! That's what you are! And you should've just accepted the Tylenol! Why'd you have to be an asshole about it, huh?"

He turned to you, his grin spreading at the sight of a tiny smile on your face. "Your turn."

You pursed your lips, wracking your brain. Finally, you threw something at him, still sounding unsure. "You...You're a son of a bitch, Eddie Munson!"

He jumped excitedly, beaming, "Hell yeah I am! C'mon!"

You hesitated, "You're arrogant! And you...You act like you know everything!"

"That's right! Let me have it!"

You laughed, furrowing your brow and giving him a shove as you jumped up onto your bed. You were taller than him, now. "You...I...How dare you?!"

"How dare I?!" He threw up his hands, exasperatedly.

"You're obnoxious! And entitled! How dare you embarrass me in front them like that! And then you show up here with your pretty brown eyes and tell me you love me? What is wrong with you?"

He was beaming now as he took your hands. "Sweetheart..." His voice went softer. Fond. "I've been asking myself the same question for years."

You dropped to your knees on the mattress, making yourself the perfect height to pull him into a hug. He went stiff, surprised. Oh. Oh. You were hugging him.

His fingertips laced in your hair as he held you right back. Tightly. He exhaled, letting himself relax into you as he gave an amazed laugh.

You pulled back, searching out those big brown eyes. "What is it?"

His face was split with a blinding smile, "I've just...I've never gotten to hug you, before."

God he was beautiful. He looked at you with the most starry eyes, the tip of his nose bumping yours. You brought a hand up to cradle his face, grazing your thumb over one of his dimples. His expression faded, and you were almost sure you saw him glance down at your lips for a moment.

"Eds..." You swallowed thickly, letting yourself admire his pretty mouth just as he had yours. "You are so fucking irritating."

He laughed loudly, but the sweet sound was muffled as you pulled him into a kiss. It was chaste, as was grinning against you, but the moment you knit your fingers through his curls he groaned softly, pulling your body close against his. His kisses were desperate and messy. God, he'd been wanting this for months. Wanting you for months.

Ever since he'd laid eyes on that stupid fucking Judas Priest shirt.

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Tensions were high the next week at Hellfire.

You were late, and the boys were sure things had gone to shit. Worst case scenarios crowded their heads all week. What if you and Eddie had gotten into a literal fist fight? What if you were plotting wicked, vile revenge as they spoke? And worst of all...What if you quit Hellfire?

Eddie had been non-descript with Dustin all week, answering his two hundred questions with useless things like, "It went fine."

You were no better, only offering eye rolls and "Stop worrying about it, Henderson."

The boys toyed with their figurines and pencils as they waited nervously. Club had started six minutes ago and still, you were no where to be seen. The room was quiet, the only sound being the nervous whispers between Freshmen. Finally, the drama room door opened, and you strolled in. The room sighed a silent sigh of relief.

You tossed your backpack to the side, pulling a chair out from the table next to Eddie, "Sorry I'm late."

" 's ok." He smiled at you, fondly.

This in itself was an anomaly. Eddie? Neglecting a chance to tease you about something?

Any thoughts of this being odd were quickly forgotten, though, when you pecked his lips quickly and mussed his hair, taking your seat at the table. You quietly searched out your character sheet from your bag, as if you hadn't just done something so out of character that it was making five teenage boys question their sanity.

They were frozen, jaws dropped, as if Luke Skywalker himself had just walked through the drama room door.

Eddie cleared his throat, "Sir Nog! It's come to my attention that due to the ocular disadvantage working against the army of Drows, they are, in fact, unable to see you in the desert cave."

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p0und-cake · 2 years

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The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part Two)

Part One - Part Three

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

plot summary - this is a three parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is how they got together, third is the reader being infected with vecna’s curse !

warnings - mention of death, mention of attempted unaliving, mention of homophobia, censored f slur, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking/alcohol, implied sexual themes

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Ever since meeting Eddie Munson at the quarry, things progressively got better. You’d discovered Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair were apart of the Hellfire Club. They were a little hesitant in playing Dungeons and Dragons with their friend’s older sibling, but Eddie practically made them let you play. You worked with Eddie in coming up with a cool character, learning the rules of the game along the way. And it turns out, you were pretty fucking good. You ended up helping the party out of some pretty sticky situations.

Pretty soon, Eddie got you a Hellfire Club shirt, and you couldn’t be more happy. You finally felt apart of something. You had somewhere to call home. Somewhere where you actually belonged. You felt happy there. You hadn’t expected to actually make friends with Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, but you did. You and Dustin were pretty close. Of course, no friendship you made with the other members of Hellfire compared to you and Eddie. Eddie practically became your lifeboat. He would occasionally check in to make sure you were feeling okay, but he never was suffocating about it. This boy just seemed so…perfect. Yeah, he may still be in school after being held back and not graduating, but he really did care about you and you cared about him.

This was part of why your heart just ached for him while you sat at Skull Rock late at night. You tried not to think about it, sitting at the top of the rock and staring at the stars. You were of course thankful for the group helping you two out, but why did it have to be one of the sweetest people in Hawkins that was getting framed? Eddie may look absolutely fucking insane (he kind of is sometimes) but Eddie Munson would never hurt a fly. It was a little cliche to say, but nobody else knew Eddie like you did. You knew how sweet he was, and how caring he was for others.

You couldn’t imagine the guilt he felt too. You, his boyfriend, were getting roped into this heinous situation and there was nothing he could do about it. You had heard whispers after Billy had died. You’d heard a couple people at his funeral say you did it instead of the ‘mall fire’ killing him. You wanted to tell Eddie everything, now that he knew about the Upside Down, but it was just so hard to think about.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Eddie, who had climbed up the rock and was now hovering over you.

“I was getting lonely down there, Hargrove.” He hummed, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice. He was scared out of his mind, but he didn’t want you to know that. “What’s up?”

“I dunno…just thinking, I guess.” You sat up and breathed out, letting him just take a seat in your lap. Your hands found their way to Eddie’s, lightly playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Heh…it’s weird, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“This is where you asked me out, ‘member?”

He was right. This was where the both of you got together. At this very spot.

“Wow…you’re right, Ed. Although it was more of a demand than a request.” You chuckled a bit, the memory playing through your head. “That felt like so long ago. The last time I cried that hard was when we first met at the quarry.”

“Mmm…yeah. You look pretty when you cry.” He said absentmindedly, making you smile.

“Maybe I should cry more.”

“Wait- that’s not what I meant-!” He panicked, and he would have definitely tried to apologize if you hadn’t kissed him to shut him up. His muscles untensed and he calmly kissed back. It occurred to you that you hadn’t kissed him in a while. Sure, you kissed his knuckles or his forehead to try to reassure him or calm him down, but you hadn’t fully kissed him since before Chrissy’s death.

You pulled away when you couldn’t breathe anymore, but Eddie just pulled you right back in. Almost like he needed more. You understood pretty quickly once you felt soft tear droplets fall onto your shirt. He was crying. Eddie never usually…cried. Once you caught him crying after a nightmare he had once, but that felt like a while ago.

You kissed Eddie for as long as he needed, which you didn’t exactly keep track of how long that was. When he pulled away, he clung to you and nuzzled his tear-stained face into your neck like a child clinging to their mother.

“I’m…so, so sorry.” He whispered, his voice like a heartbroken little boy’s. “I never meant to get you wrapped up in this…fucking mess. Not after what you went through. You don’t deserve any of this shit.”

“Oh…I know, I know.” Your voice was a hushed whisper, moving him into a cradling position. He always liked it when you held him like this. “None of this is your fault, okay? We were both just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe that would have happened to Chrissy either way. You had no way of knowing.” You knew your words wouldn’t make anything completely better, but he needed to know nothing was his fault. You gently ran your fingers through his wild hair, kissing the top of his head.

Eddie cried softly for a little longer, pulling away when he was done. His angelic face was red and his eyes were puffy, so you kissed all over it. He chuckled a little and pulled his face away more.

“Don’t be too loud, idiot.” He hummed, going back to sitting on your lap.

“Oh yeah, yeah.” You laughed softly, ruffling his hair.

“…you remember how our first kiss was on top of this rock?” He hummed. “The first time you actually opened up to me was here, too.”

“Yeah, I ‘member.” You chuckled. This rock was so important to the both of you.

Susan had been drinking that night, and Max had shut herself in her room. It had been about nine months since Billy had died, and Eddie knew that. You were about to just clock out, but there was a little rapping on your window.

“Hargroooove…open up…” The unmistakable voice of Eddie Munson was muffled from outside your window. It was almost embarrassing how quick you jumped from your bed and went to the window, opening it.

“Eddie, you goof, why are you here?” You chuckled, trying to be quiet. “Just because you live across the street from me doesn’t mean you can come Romeo and Juliet me or whatever.”

“What? Why not?” Eddie pouted. “I just wanna see you.”

“Well, not in here. Susan and Max aren’t in the greatest of moods.”

“Then come on..!” Eddie grabbed you by the wrist and carefully tugged you of the window. “I wanna take you somewhere.” He shut your window quietly, ignoring your questions as he dragged you to his van.

You tried to hide a smile as you hopped into the passenger seat. You turned on the radio as Eddie drove off, cranking the volume up like the two of you liked, not noticing Eddie’s fond smile.

He parked near Lovers’ Lake, and led you into the woods nearby, holding your hand.

“I hope you aren’t about to murder me.” You joked, hoping it was too dark for him to see your red face.

“Ah shit, you caught me.” He said, before swooping you up into his arms. He was surprisingly strong. “Gotcha!!”

You yelped out, your yell soon morphing into laughter as Eddie ran with you through the woods.

“You weirdo, what are you doing?!” You exclaimed, cackling with no shame as Eddie carried you.

“We’re here!” He announced.

“I can’t see, jackass.” You huffed out, considering he had thrown you over his shoulder. Eddie turned around, not bothering to put you down. You saw a huge rock in the shape of a skull. “Isn’t this that place where people come to make out?”

“That’s not what we’re doing, dumbass.” He sassed, putting you down finally and climbing on top of the rock. You brushed yourself off and climbed up with him.

“The view is really pretty.” You commented as you looked at the stars.

“Yeah…it really is.” Eddie softly said, and you turned to face him only to discover he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. You blinked and looked away with a clear of your throat.

“So, Munson. Why’d you take me here at however late at night?”

“I dunno, you just seemed kinda down lately.” Eddie shrugged, pulling his legs into a criss-cross position. “I figured you would appreciate this.”

Your face turned even redder. “That’s…really nice of you.” You stammered out. “Thank you.” How could he read you so perfectly? Or maybe he was the only one that gave a shit. You both were silent for a while, before Eddie pulled out a walkman from his inner jacket pocket and started playing some music. He knew you hated things being quiet.

“Hey…Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you stop me from jumping off the quarry?”

Eddie blinked, obviously not expecting that. “What?”

“Why did you stop me? You had no clue who the hell I was, but you stopped me.”

“Who wouldn’t stop someone from jumping off the edge of a quarry?” Eddie said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You just…looked like you were in so much pain. I couldn’t ignore that. Yeah, I didn’t know who the hell you were, but what kind of a person would I be if I just let you jump?”

You were silent, letting your mind think back to that day. You didn’t get to think about it very long, as Eddie laid his hand on top of yours to pull you back to reality.

“I mean hey, I’m glad I did. You’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever fucking met. You make me really happy, y’know that? Yeah I’m friends with the other members of Hellfire, but you aren’t like them.” He hummed out.

You turned to look at him, and you could tell he was being genuine. How did you get so lucky? You didn’t feel like you deserved that. Not after Billy. Not after what a horrible brother you were to him. You almost didn’t even realize the tears that were bubbling until he said something.

“Hey woah, what’s wrong?” He jumped up and sat in front of you. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You tried to not cry, but just like at the quarry, you couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears that came rushing out. “Shit, c’mere…” He scooted closer and wrapped you in a hug, letting you openly weep into his chest. Your chest and throat constricted, body shaking like a leaf as you clutched onto Eddie.

“I don’t deserve this, Eddie…” You managed, trying not to cry on his clothes. “You don’t understand why I was there that day…”

Eddie gently moved away from you and gingerly laid his hand on your face, the cool metal of his rings helping ground you.

“Then tell me.” He cooed softly.

With hardly an ounce of hesitation, you spilled everything. How you and Billy endured the abuse of your father after he drove your mother away. How the two of you gradually grew apart. How you realized how horrible of a brother you were.

“He must have hated me, Eddie…” You sobbed. “I left him alone in a house but not a home. I just couldn’t stand getting beat and getting called a f*g on a daily basis. I fucking failed him! Now my little brother is dead and I can’t fix anything! Why wasn’t it me..? Billy could have gone on to do so much good…he was my baby brother…and now I can’t apologize or anything…and now I’m failing Max just like I failed Billy.”

“…shit, Hargrove…” Eddie whispered. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that alone…” His voice was gentle, like he’d break you if he spoke too loud. His thumb rubbed your cheek, allowing you to focus on that movement. “But…I don’t think Billy ever thought you failed him, you know that? All of this shit is the fault of your shitty dad, you understand? That’s not fair of him to put that blame on you.” He allowed his voice to become a little sharper so you’d pay attention. “No horrible brother would be here sobbing and regretting the way he treated his sibling, y’know? But there’s nothing you can do now, I’m sure you understand that much. Sitting here and crying won’t fix anything, but you know what will? Learning from that shit experience and being a better man, like your brother would want. Living your life to the fullest and being happy, but also keep him alive in your memory and all that shit, y’know?”

“Eddie, I-”

“And I’m gonna help you in any way I possibly can. No person should have to handle all that alone. You’re not alone, y’know? It’s okay to rely on other people sometimes.”

You stared at him, tears still in your eyes. The genuine care and compassion in his eyes made your heart beat faster and faster. That’s when you realized how close your faces truly were.

“I…Eddie..?” You whispered out. “Can I…tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

…

His silence scared you. He stared with wide eyes, and you were unable to read the boy’s expression. Did you go too far?

“Just kick me off this rock please.” You mumbled, going to turn away. “I should go, I’m so sorry, forget i said anything.

“I love you too.” He blurted, leaving you to be the one with wide eyes.

“H-huh?” You stammered. Real smooth. “You- are you serious?”

“One hundred percent.” He breathed out. He was just as nervous as you were.

“You’re…not playing a sick joke or anything, right, Ed?” You mumbled, even though Eddie had kept his large hand on your cheek.

“No.” He said, a little firmer. “I’ll prove it if you don’t believe me.”

You almost thought you were dreaming.

His lips were on yours.

He was kissing you.

His lips weren’t the softest thing on the planet, but you didn’t mind. They were a little chapped, but you really couldn’t care less. They were perfect. He was perfect.

He realized you weren’t kissing back, so he went to pull away, but you’d only pulled him right back to you as to savor this moment you never thought you’d experience anywhere outside of your dreams. He decided to savor it too. Both his hands were holding your face, and your hands were holding his. You felt like two lovesick teenagers only without the lust. All of it was love and passion. You’d never imagined this moment would actually come. You told yourself to keep the idea of this locked away in your wildest dreams. You wanted this to happen again.

“Go out with me.” You breathed out once his lips left yours.

A wide, goofy, love-struck grin spread across Eddie’s face. “What’s the magic word?”

“I don’t need a fucking magic word, just say yes, dumbass.” You pouted out.

“Say it, Hargrove~”

“Ughhh, please?”

His lips were on yours once again.

“As you wish.”

You didn’t remember much after that. You had woken up in a soft bed in a room that wasn’t yours. You quickly deduced that it was Eddie’s room, his guitar catching your eye as soon as they got adjusted to the light. You could see your shirt, jeans, and shoes strewn about the floor, along with Eddie’s outfit from yesterday too.

You gently lifted the blankets to see that you had been dressed in some of Eddie’s comfier clothes. Did he do that? What a sweetheart.

Speaking of, two arms pulled you close, and you realized Eddie was next to you. He was in nothing but his underwear, which made your face turn bright red. His arms were around your torso, and his legs were all tangled in yours. He looked so innocent.

And that’s how you decided you gained the title of The Luckiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana.

#stranger things season four #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x you #billy hargrove #fluff #angst

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shadowcrowsworld · 2 years

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Captured

Rhysand x reader

Summary: Reader getting captured from opponents of the inner circle

Warning: language, abuse of the reader, dark childhood, blood, self-doubt

!English isn't my first language!

I prest myself more and more in the corner behind me. Trying to escape from my brothers standing tall infront of me.

They are rare on one page but when it comes to me they are one big company. Beating up there little sister was a perfect amusement. All three standing tall infront of me.

My vision was already unclear and I couldn't say who was who. But by the hits that contacted my body I knew what they had in their hands.

One had chain, the second a whip and the third crowbar. They didn't really choose places were I could hide their marks they left on my body. But the deepest ones were on my back and ribcage. They were nowadays so deep that they were permanent that not Evan my Fea healing could do something about it.

"Oh look at our toy trying to escape." "But still to dump to remember that nobody would save her." "She will forever be our little play toy. I mean look at her nobody will take her like that." "Not even her mate would take her so powerless so useless a nothing that is what she is."

I didn't cried for such a long time when they or our parents were beating me up. I always swolloed my tears and screams because I knew how much joy they had when I did. I didn't want give them this victory as well, that was the last thing I could controll and what I could take from them. But that was the last straw I had today and they broke me again.

Every night I dreamed of my freedom lying under the night sky so close that I had the feeling I could touch them walking on colorful, joyful Street were everyone had a smile on their faces.

Escaping and cuddle into strong arms that protect me from my family and the life I was currently in. But they were right who would like to have someone like. My mate would definitely reject me.

"Oh look at her she is crying. Was the truth to much for you little sister?" "Oh sweaty we must tell you the truth so you know how your future will be, so you are not disappointed when you are older."

There voices where one, they were the truth so it doesn't matter who was talking to me. But they doesn't need to keep talking about my future I doesn't want that future everything should just end.

That was moment everything goes completely black around me.

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It was hard to open my eyes. I wanted to wipe away the sleep in my eyes and climb out onto our roof and look into the night sky to remind myself that I wasn't anymore by my family.

But my hands were stopped in the motion, worst something sharp dug into my wrist. The pain remembered me were I was.

I maybe just woke up from my memory but the place I was in was in the personal dungeon from my family. The day I escaped from this place I had sworn to myself to never come back.

And now I was back in this wales chained to the wall behind me and one chain around my neck. I could barely hold my own bodyweight and was more hanging in my chains than standing on my own two feet.

I had a happy life when I escaped from my family. Cassian found me in the middle of a storm.

I most possibly had diet when he didn't found me that night. He brought me into Velaris and to Madja. She tried to heal my wounds as best as it was feasible.

Mor was the one who showed up in my temporary room by Madja. She asked me were I and especially my wounds came from. The only thing I said was that my family did that to me and i tried to run away.

I pleaded to her not to send me back to them and she didn't. She didn't asked further and who my family was.

That maybe was the luckiest I've ever got. My father and the rest of my related family tried to get into Rhysands place to rule the night court like he wanted.

Maybe they had just placed me back into the woods or to the court of nightmares. After all those years I spend with them after I became a part of the inner circle I didn't know how they would react to that information.

Even when Mor became a big sister to me. Amren the one who just teached me so much more about history and magic. Cas and Az who became the brothers I always wished for and Rhys.

Rhys the person I always ran to when I feeld weak had a panic attack or just needed to feel safe. Who listened to me without digging deeper. Who made me smile when not even Mor our Cas could bring a smile to my face and sitting in the night with me on the roof when I couldn't sleep.

When he was under the mountain with Amarantha it was like something was missing. And with just hearing the rumours and nothing really clear tore me apart.

The day he came back just coming into the dining room like he never left I couldn't belive my eyes. All of the others stood up and they where like big ball of limbs. Just Amren stood a little bit beside them and waited till Rhys was free from the others and welcomed him back.

I was still sitting and the table when he kneeled infront of my chair. "Are you really here?" I didn't trust my voice and wasn't even sure if he could her me.

But he just smiled at me "Yes I am back little moon." He brushed little with his fingers over my faced and captured the tears that were streaming down my face.

His touched waked something inside me and jumped on hin and hide my face in his neck and inhaled his scent. He pushed me even harder against his body and laid his wings around us.

I didn't know how long we were sitting on the ground that evening but I didn't left his side for the next weeks. In the fear he would just disappear again.

And now I was the one gone. The men of my father captured me when me and Mor were going back to Velaris after we were in the winter Court.

I don't know if they get us both or if Mor could escape from them. Oh please Mor be home, safe.

Tears were streaming down my face i don't know when my father and brothers would come back. So just give myself this moment of weakness.

I am sure that I will die in this cell. Because when they find who I really am nobody will come searching for me.

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Rhysand:

I was training with the boys when I smelled Mors blood behind me before I saw her. I turned around and saw my cousin. Alone.

Where was my mate. Every alarm bell I had ringed in my body. Cas and Az were already at her side but she pushed their caring heads just away.

"I am fine. Everything is heald already." She walked to me and came to a hold with a certain distance.

"They attacked us in the worst. The privat warriors of Maximilian, they seemed shocked when Y/N's hood unveiled her face. There concentration was then completely on her. I couldn't even got close to her and then they were gone."

I was still I couldn't even lift my hand. Maximilian had my little moon, my heart, my mate. The bond never clickend on her side and know I feared that we didn't have enough time.

It clicked the first time I found her after one of her nightmares on the roof just watching in the night sky. That was the moment she became my hole world and know I feared again that I lost her.

The last time was when Amarantha captured me under the mountain. The only thing that brought me through the whole time was her. The memories of her, when she was so deep in a book that she didn't even recognise anything around her.

How the stars and the moon reflected in her eyes when we spend nights on the roof. How she dealt with my crazy family. She was know in the hands of my enemy.

"Rhys are you still with me." Mor asked carefully. "When did they attack you both." There was a lot of dried blood on her clothes and when they were heald that attack was not just before she appeared by us.

She looked at me with guilty eyes "Yesterday they knocked me out. I can't even say how I got out of the woods." That was a day already and in a day could happen so much to her.

She only had a few nightmares nowadays that would definitely change again when I got her out of their. Maximilian will definitely die that was already clear for me and nobody could change that.

I walked to the weapons on the other side and just wanted to grab a sword when Amren appeared infront of me.

"You idiot will not just leave now. Go change into you armour and come back here we will need a plan to get her out of Maximilian hands. And I will figure out why they suddenly changed their plans and just get Y/N and not her and Mor."

"Amren Y/N is my mate I will not leave any longer there than already" " And all of us know that so go and put on your armour."

I winnowed into my room and changed as fast as I could. I can't have been more than 10 minutes but when I was back my family was ready to fight. But every single one of them looked shocked.

"What, what did you found out." Not even Amren opend her mouth. "When none of you starts to talk I will just leave on my own."

Mor was the one who found her voice again. "Maximilian is Y/N father." No this can't be. I wasn't mad that she didn't told me who her family was. She had her reasons and understand it.

But the situation have gotten worse. My mate was in the hands of the man who hurt her already together with his sons.

They left marks on her visible ones and the ones that goes deeper. They will never gonna be happy ever again. "Let's go end get her out of their.

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Y/N:

Through my blurry mind I herd many panicked voices. Slowly I gain more and more of my senses.

I wasn't sure if I heard his voice but I didn't dear to belive my hearing. Not until the door infront of me was blown into million peaces. Theire he stood with his full armour sword in his hands and violet eyes. He came he really came.

When my eyes connected with his something in me vibrated and lashed out to him. And than I feld it the bond that felt into place. His eyes expand before he rushed to me and freed me from my chains.

I fell into his arms and started to cry he was her and he was my mate. "Did you?" I've get out sniffled. "Yes I knew" he stood up with me prest against his chest.

"Are you disappointed." I asked carefully. It was like something hit him and I looked up into his voice. "Don't ever think that again. I am the one that didn't you." And then send all of his feelings over the bond.

I was glad that I wasn't standing my legs never would have hold me. Theire was so much love and I opend my self. I took down every wall that I build up around me and showed him me how I was feeling when he was by my side and in every single situation.

A big soft smile appeared on his face. I didn't care that I was at the place were I only had feald pain. Because he was holding me and the one who protected me from everything.

He kissed my nose and laid his forehead on mine like we are not in the home of one of his enemies. And I just wanted to feel his lips on mine.

Whe seem to have the same thought because he brushed lightly over my lips before he kissed me like I was the most important thing.

My lips started to tinggle and I wanted so much more but he disconnected our lips and laid his forehead again on mine.

"Let's go home little mate."

#acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel #cassian #rhysand #rhys acotar #rhysand x reader #rhysand x oc

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marinsawakening · 3 months

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I'm overall pretty meh on the Link's Awakening manga but I think it did two things really well: the boat scene, and the ending.

The boat scene happens about halfway through the second and last volume of the manga, not long after Link has found out the truth about Koholint. The manga, like most game retellings, changes the story of the game slightly so that it works better in manga format. So rather than Link going straight to another dungeon after finding out the truth, he lashes out, believing that waking the Wind Fish will doom everyone and that the people who told him to do so lied to him. He rejects his destiny (the manga goes way harder on destiny than the game, one of the things I don't particularly like about it) and resolves to let the Wind Fish sleep forever. Instead, he goes to make a raft, intent on escaping the island, and asks Marin to come with him. She agrees to do so.

Everyone gathers on the shore to say a tearful farewell to Marin, who promises she'll return someday, and she and Link set out. At first, everything seems wonderful; Marin and Link are in high spirits, watching some dolphins play, riding the waves, etc. But soon it becomes apparent that... well...

[Image: panel from the Link's Awakening manga showing Marin and Link's raft out on sea, with Koholint looming in the distance. Marin says: "We shouldn't be able to see the island anymore, but there it is..." End description.]

They cannot get away from the island. No matter how hard Link rows, Koholint never gets any further away. They cannot leave.

Eventually, Marin asks a now-exhausted Link to go back to shore. Link is devastated, but Marin remains in a seemingly high spirits. They have a talk, and Link asks Marin why she wanted to leave Koholint. Marin reveals that ever since she was little, she's had the same dream every night: she's in a town she's never seen before, surrounded by smiling faces. It's a nice dream, so she thought that by leaving, she could dream without ever having to wake up. However, she concludes that, no matter how nice a dream is, you'll have to wake up eventually.

Marin leaves after this, but Link remains. The Owl arrives, and they have a talk about destiny and the nature of Koholint. Finally, the owl says this:

[Image: page from the Link's Awakening manga. Panels show the shoreline, the sky and the Owl. The Owl says: "...Dream... The people who you see are actually just like a mirror... The various things that you see... Like this island... Thoughts take on form and begin existence." The Owl continues: "The heart that doesn't want to wake up... and the heart that does want to wake up." For the first part of that sentence, the monsters are shown; for the second part, Marin. End description.]

The Owl asks Link what he'll do. Link begins, saying that when the Wind Fish wakes, everyone and everything will be gone, but then rejects it. He stands up and states:

[Image: page from Link's Awakening. Link stands up and grasps his sword, powering it up. In the last panel, he is crying. He says: "The time that I've spent on this island, I won't forget it. In my heart it will remain for a lifetime! It may vanish everywhere else, but not for me! So... From inside the "Wind Fish"s dream and into my heart... It won't end, it will just change locations..." End description.]

Which is clear set-up for the ending.

At last, after defeating the Nightmares, the Wind Fish appears to Link, the story drawing to a close. As they move to the end, the Wind Fish states:

[Image: two panels from the LInk's Awakening manga, showing the Wind Fish doing a voice over, a panel collecting various moments from the manga. He says: "Yes. But the memories of this island will always remain in your heart. You will always remember this island. This memory will make the world of dreams real." End description.]

Which is ultimately the central thesis of the ending.

The Wind Fish invites Link to play the Song of Awakening with him, and as Link does, it pans over to Koholint and its people, leading to a two-page spread and my favourite panel of the manga:

[Image: two-page spread showing Link playing the ocarina against a bird's eye view of Koholint, with the animals, Tarin, Lady MeowMeow and Bowwow, Felicia (a manga-only fairy character) and Marin singing along. Link thinks: "Ah... Look... Everybody... Sing... Sing the Wind Fish's song... Marin..." End description.]

In which, as the final song of awakening plays and the island disappears, everyone joins in to sing along.

In my mind, both the boat scene and the final ending stand out because they show a keen understanding of Koholint and the game's themes.

The boat scene is a fascinating addition to the Link's Awakening story, in my opinion a very smart move, as it provides a very natural avenue for the manga to explore the nature of Koholint. It delves more directly into the fridge horror of Koholint's existence than most of the game does, to great effect: the initial reveal that you cannot go beyond the horizon, that it is impossible to escape the island, is done to great effect and contrasted effectively with the more light-hearted tone of only a page earlier. Link's desperation to escape anyway, contrasted with Marin's calmer acceptance of the reality of the situation, does a great job highlighting Link's state of mind during this portion of the story, and also does a great job showing he's wrong without directly stating so. Because Marin has already realized the truth Link is still unwilling to admit: that no matter how nice a dream is, you need to wake up eventually. It's sad, but she's ultimately at peace with it, in a way Link still needs to learn.

The follow-up scene at the beach with Marin and the Owl of course addresses and states this more directly, having Link realize the fundamental flaw in his thinking, and moreover stating the lynchpin of the story's ending: that Koholint will not die as long as Link remembers it. After this moment, the story states multiple times that a new Koholint is being built in Link's heart, to be completed after the dream ends. Ending the dream is integral to building it up again, in another's memory.

The ending is, in my opinion, the highlight of the manga. Link is sad, but at peace with waking up, having loved this island and treasuring this memory. Having everyone join in on the final song of awakening was an absolute stroke of genius, highlighting that the waking of the Wind Fish is not Koholint's doom, but in fact, its wish. In the end, it's not just Link and the Wind Fish waking up: it's everyone alongside them, joining in the chorus as the dream ends.

And finally, at the very end, the second-to-last page:

[Image: page from the Link's Awakening manga. Link sits on a piece of driftwood, staring at the sky, saying: "...That such a place... such a place..." He presses his hands against his heart, the edge of his face just barely visible, tears dripping down it, saying: "It... It was real...!" The then wipes his tears, picks up a different piece of driftwood to paddle with, and smiles as he looks up. End description.]

Link cries as he remembers Koholint, but ultimately, the joy of having known it, and the realization that it will always live on in his heart wins out, and he smiles as he paddles into the horizon.

As stated, I'm not this manga's biggest fan; for the most part, I think it falls into a lot of the same tropes and pitfalls of other video game adaptation manga, and in addition I don't like its heavy focus on destiny and believe Marin is a far more interesting character in the game. But it does a fantastic job with Koholint, showing a keen understanding and interesting interpretation of its nature, successfully adapting the game's themes regarding the nature of the dream and its fate into a different type of storytelling. The boat scene, which plays into Koholint's fridge horror and highlights its unearthly nature, and the ending sequence, with its triumphant tone yet unavoidable sadness, are the highlights for me.

And particular, the idea to have everyone on the island join in the final song of awakening was a stroke of genius and is going to live in my head rent free forever.

You can find a large collection of Zelda game manga on historyofhyrule.com, including both volumes of the Link's Awakening manga in both their original Japanese and translated into English; it is where I read it and where I got the panels and pages used in this post from.

#my posts #loz #link's awakening #genuinely. i'll admit to having had my hackles up initially when reading the manga #bc the strong focus on destiny combined with some smaller stuff made me really really worried about how it'd handle the game's themes #but it stuck the landing so incredibly well #genuinely the image of everyone singing along to the song of awakening lives rent free in my head and is canon now as far as i'm concerned #long post

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stardustbee · 2 years

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Just being "friends"

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Note: This little writing is decided to @eyecandyeoz ! Why? Because I like her and we talked about something like this (Candy you know what I mean 😉😉) I tried to write something for Eddie because...he is so *sigh* Have fun and Candy, hope you like this!

I am still practicing on writing...so if this has some mistakes or isn't that good , please forgive me 🙏

Warnings: none

Word count: 961

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Tagging some of you who I know like this dude:

@justalittletomato @literatureandqueen @by-the-primes @eyecandyeoz @eloquentmoon (honey I tagged you just in case you want to read my stuff ♡)

It was a very long night. He took you to a concert yesterday. And not at just any concert - No! His band "Corroded Coffin"!

It was the best and probably the only concert you had seen so far.

Hawkins was your home. It was nice, you didn't want to deny that, but it was boring. Nothing really happened here. Until you met him. Edward Munson - or simply Eddie.

He had everything that could interest you in a guy. You've been friends for a few months now. You wanted so badly to tell him that there was more than just a friendship.

But the fear of his answer was too great. You prefer to watch him from afar, the fear of losing him was just too big. Sometimes you swallow the feelings, sometimes you let them out in the form of little tears on your pillow.

Eddie...everyone called him the "freak" - for you he was perfect. Despite all you weren't like the other either. Always wearing oversized shirts and ripped Jeans, listening to those metal Bands Eddie liked too. And that is how you met each other in the nearby record shop.

You reached for the new Metallica record "Masters of Puppet" as Eddie grabbed for it in the same second. It was the last one and Eddie let you have it. With the condition that you would meet and hear them together! And you did, very often.

At some point he had introduced you to one of his other hobbies - Dungeons & Dragons! He had helped you create your own character. A half-elf rogue! And that's when you began to meet his other friends too. You really enjoyed yourself.

Eddie and you - you and Eddie. Inseparable, simply perfect and yet different from everyone else. How could you ever think of ruining such a valuable friendship with your silly feelings?

You had known for a long time that he was in a band, but you hadn't heard them play. But yesterday Ed took you to a gig - Finally!

Eddie played his electric guitar like a young god! The energy in the old shed, the people - it took your breath away - He took your breath away. And in that moment you realized that you want to tell him...no, have to tell him how you feel!

Eddie insisted on taking you home. He couldn't take responsibility for leaving you alone in your slightly inebriated state. You danced the streets of Hawkins and couldn't get a sound out of your head. At some point you noticed that you weren't on your way home at all.

"Ed...This isn't my house..." you slurred out, leaning into his shoulder. "No, but you don't really think I'll leave you alone, do you?" You looked at him questioningly. He gave you a little headbutt. "You will stay with me!" A soft "ouch" escaped your lips as you bobbed your head.

Eddie opened the door to the trailer and waved you inside in one motion. "M'lady?" You had to laugh and jump into it in another second.

Small, messy but kind of exactly what you expected. That was Eddie's room. He hung his electric guitar on the wall and kissed it goodnight. Then he threw you a t-shirt. You just stared at it. "I'm not looking, but you should change your clothes..." you prepare the shirt in front of you and stare at it. "Master of Puppets..." you whisper. Then you hold it very close to you. It smelled like Eddie...but not bad.

Eddie looked at you and raised an eyebrow. "Girl…you're weird. You don't get alcohol..." "May I keep it!?" you interrupt him. "Uh...sure, why not?" A wide grin ran down your cheeks. You looked around his room frantically. "Scissors?!"

Eddie was kind of taken aback by the situation, yet amused. He pulled a pair of scissors from a corner and handed them to you. "Tell me, what are you up to?" he asked. "Turn around!" you called to him. And Eddie did as he was told.

Eventually a "Done!" came from you. Eddie had meanwhile sat down on the bed and kept nodding away. When he heard your voice he started and saw you standing right in front of him.

You were wearing his shirt and had cut it in so far that it had a lot of fringes. "What are you saying? I brought my own touch to it!" Eddie looked you up and down and said nothing. "Not good?" He smiled and took your hand in his. "Perfect."

Your cheeks flushed slightly and your nervousness tangled up your stomach. Eddie placed a kiss on the back of your hand. "What…?" you start to say but that's all you got for Eddie had pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his arms around you tightly. His one hand held your bottom so you could sit a little more stable, the other stroked through your hair.

Slowly realizing the situation, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly.

You looked deep into each other's eyes and thought now was the perfect moment to confess your feelings to him...when Eddie just flopped down on the bed and took you with him!

He let out a loud yawn and then said, "Can we finally sleep!? I'm tired...it was a great night but really exhausting..." Eddie looked down at you. You made yourself comfortable on his chest and fell asleep. With a big smile on his face and his hand wrapped around yours. He brushed your cheek with his other hand. Then he pulled you in a much comfortable position, so you both can sleep well.

And deep in your head you just thought: He already knows...and I know it now too.

#eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things #stardustbees writing #stardustbees edits

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rocknrollbabe14 · 2 years

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Take Me Home Tonight (Eddie x Reader)

Warnings: mention of alcohol and drug use, driving under the influence, minor cursing.

Rating: 18+ Minors do not interact (additional warnings will be posted to part 2)

Author’s Note: This is my first fan fiction I have wrote in awhile. Please go easy on me. This will be two parts. I have been very nervous about posting this. I am taking requests for Eddie Munson x reader fics. My inbox is open. :) Shoot me some prompts. Thank you for reading. Part 2 coming soon.

Request: no strings attached.

The bell rang dismissing class. It was Friday. No school for the whole weekend. You felt so relieved. There was going to be a party this weekend at the head cheerleader’s house, Chrissy. Her parents were going to be out of town for the weekend and she was seizing the perfect opportunity for a house party. Everyone had been invited including the outcasts of Hawkins High. One in particular, the leader of the Hellfire Club, Dungeon Master, Eddie Munson. You had known Eddie for a few years now, considering he wasn’t able to graduate yet. This was his second senior year and this time he was determined to make it his last.

Teenagers piled out of the school in droves. You stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the bus. You could drive, but your mom’s car was in the shop and she had to work today at the hospital. Hopefully, she would be home in time for you to go to the party. There was going to be alcohol. Probably drugs. Most of the kids spread out, leaving you and a few others.

Suddenly, there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey Y/N.”, a familiar voice rang out.

It was your best friend, T/N. You released a smile. “Going to the party tonight?”

You smiled. “Yeah, that’s the plan if mom makes it back in time with the car.”

T/N laughed. “Well, I can come pick you up. Probably be less obvious anyway. Your mom can really be a buzz kill.”

You nodded in agreement. Ever since your brother had graduated and went off to college, she had really tightened down on you. The youngest was supposed to be able to get to do more things, have more freedom.

“Sounds good. Seven?”,

“Yes see you then Y/N! Be ready! We don’t want to be late. There’ll be boys and alcohol.”, your friend sung.

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Your friend T/N honked their horn as they pulled up to your house. Your mom was in the kitchen, putting away groceries she had picked up on her way home. You saw their headlights spread across the wall. The horn blaring got your mom’s attention and she stopped dead in her tracks.

“Is that T/N?”, she asked, her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, we are gonna study for this big chemistry test coming up. Is it okay if I stay the night at their house?”, you asked.

Your mom sighed, but smiled easily. “Yeah. Just please call me and let me know you’re okay?”

You nodded and grabbed your bag. “Thanks mom. Love you.”

She barely had a chance to respond before you were out the door and running down the few concrete steps to T/N’s car. They waved as you opened the door. You slid into the car seat, buckling up as your friend pulled out, street lights only illuminating the town. They had the radio playing “Take Me Home Tonight” by Eddie Money. You all sang the song as you drove to Chrissy’s house. The car pulled up in front of the house and you could hear the bass thumping. You all stood there, taking in the sights and sounds. There was a couple of people from school standing outside the house taking a smoke and laughing, just getting some fresh air.

Your classmates eyed you and your best friend as you all made your way through the crowd to the front door and eventually inside. There was so many people from school. Rock music blasted through the speaker. A music choice you would have questioned for the cheerleader. You felt as though you did not belong here. This was not really your scene after all. You usually stayed home and studied, trying to make good grades to get into the college of your dreams. Before you knew it, your best friend was already chatting up and laughing with the popular kids. They had a wild streak compared to you.

“I’m gonna go get a drink.”, you motioned towards the kitchen.

“Okay! Bring me one!”, your friend laughed as they went back to their conversation and you narrowed in on the kitchen.

Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you should have just stayed home and studied. Maybe watched television with your mom. Played it safe. That’s what you were good at. You cleared the doorway to the kitchen, muffling some of the music and noise. You grabbed a red solo cup and ran your eyes over the liquor bottles and beer cans, deciding which one sounded the most appealing. If you were being honest, you had NEVER drank and didn’t know much about it. You exhaled deeply as you grabbed one.

“Sure you want to start with that one?”, you heard a voice say.

Your eyes immediately shot in the direction of the voice. There he stood. The Dungeon Master himself, Eddie Munson. He wore his black jeans, white tennis shoes, Hellfire baseball shirt, his blue jean vest adorned with metal band patches and buttons, and his black leather jacket. He had a devilish smile as he watched you for your response. His curly brown hair perfect as always. He sauntered over your way.

“God Eddie, I didn’t even see you standing there.”, you sighed, sitting the bottle back on the counter.

He laughed easily. “Didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart. Just wondering if you really wanted to start out with that, y’know, you being a lightweight and all.”

Your eyes automatically rolled. “What makes you assume I’m a light weight?”

Eddie grabbed a liquor bottle of his choice and poured a smaller amount in a red solo cup and edged it towards you. “Because Y/N, let’s face it. You’ve always been a goodie two shoes.”

You once again rolled your eyes and grabbed the cup he had poured you. Your hand brushed his and he just smiled at you, his brown eyes never leaving you. He grabbed a can of beer and leaned against the counter, cracking it open with ease. This was definitely not his first time. Silence (minus the muffled music) hung in the air between you all as you both took a sip of your drinks. It was slightly bitter on your tongue, causing you to make a face. You were silently praying Eddie didn’t notice, You didn’t want to prove his theory to be true. You just accepted in your mind you would have to down this drink even if it tasted kinda bad.

Eddie sighed as he crushed his can, tossing it in the trash can.

“You’re already done?”, surprise evident in your voice.

He couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Sweetheart, this isn’t exactly my first time.”

You nodded, taking another sip, mentally reminding yourself you could not make a face as you took this sip. You eyed him as if his face could give you an indication of whether or not you made it convincing. He just studied you.

“Well, I should really take T/N a drink. They’re probably wondering where I am.”, you laughed nervously.

You grabbed a cup, pouring a random liquor and gave Eddie a small wave and went to exit the kitchen. Just as you scanned the room for your friend, they were no where to be found. You scanned the room again just to make sure you were not missing anything. The whole plan was to stick together tonight or so you thought. Everyone was consumed in their own little world.

“What the hell?”, you muttered.

You decided to wade your way through the crowd and see if you could catch up with T/N. Your classmates were dancing, some grinding on one another. Your eyes widened as you tried to ignore it and find your friend. You saw a familiar face. Robin. She would tell you where T/N went.

“Hey have you seen T/N?”, you asked, loudly over the music.

Robin shook her head. “Not since they went off with a couple boys earlier.”, she smirked.

Your eyes narrowed. “Wow. Did you see where they went?”

Robin motioned towards the back of the house. “Out on the patio.”

You thanked her for this information and proceeded wading your way through the crowd. You reached the back double glass doors covered in thin, white curtains that led to Chrissy’s patio. Your hand was on the knob when you noticed your friend through the curtains. They were sitting on the edge of the pool, jeans rolled up to below their knees, red cup in hand, laughing as the other jocks jerked their shirts off and jumped into the pool, splashing their girlfriends. This was straight up out of a cliche movie. You took your hand off the door knob and turned around to wade your way back through the crowd.

Your friend was too enthralled in their current situation to worry about you. You rushed back to the kitchen, hoping maybe Eddie was still there. To your bewilderment, he was not there anymore. You sighed as you threw the spare red solo cup away, finishing your drink. You tossed your cup, beginning to feel a buzz. You began to feel your face flush and heat wash over it. The room slightly began to blur and you rubbed your eyes. This didn’t help clear your vision. How would you get home? Your mom would kill you if you didn’t call her from T/N’s house at some point.

It all was happening too fast and your thoughts were causing your head to spin even worse than the effects of the alcohol was. You decided maybe some fresh air would help clear your mind and maybe make your world stop spinning so fast around you. You would definitely feel this tomorrow. “You Give Love a Bad Name” by the Bon Jovi came on as you made your way to the front door, hoping this would ease your mind. Maybe everything would just work out. You could hope at least. Crickets chirped this early fall night. It was cool, but not cold. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, slowly exhaling.

“Nice night, isn’t it?”, that familiar voice echoed again.

You once again turned to meet Eddie’s stare. “I guess you could say that.”

He looked up to the full moon, nodding. “T/N is having a really good time.”

“Seems like it.”, you sigh as you rubbed your arms nervously.

That slightly warm feeling left your face, just leaving you flustered. You weren’t used to feeling like this. Eddie’s eyes were on you. You felt them. He walked closer to you. You turned your head and eyed him.

“This party is kinda lame, though. I’ve been to some pretty good ones.”

A small laugh escaped your lips. Eddie stopped smiling, looking serious as if you dropped a bomb on him.

“What?”, he asked.

“What makes a good party?”, you joked.

“Well for starters,”, he began as he started to get very theatrical. “Alcohol which we do have here. Senseless hookups. Probably happening as we speak. Music. Fairly good selection here.”, he looked around the house then back to you.

“So what’s wrong with it then?”, you asked, smiling.

Your buzz was still there. It was fading but still was present.

“No weed!”, he outburst all of a sudden, jumping around.

Eddie was a very colorful character. He could be calm one moment, being serious. The next, he was eccentric and wide open. That’s what made him likable to you. In school, you didn’t fit in with the popular crowd, even though T/N acted as a liaison. Exampled by this party and they were essentially nowhere to be found. You didn’t exactly belong to any crowd, however, Eddie and his friends from the Hellfire Club were nice to you.

“What’s so great about it?”, you chuckled.

Eddie smiled wide. “You forget your problems for awhile. The world just melts away.”

“Sounds appealing.”, you cleared your throat gently.

“It is. Listen, Y/N, do you wanna blow this popsicle stand?”, Eddie asked all of a sudden.

Was Eddie really asking you to leave with him? Was this a good idea? You told your mom you would be at T/N’s. You also told her you would call her. However, your friend was very preoccupied and you didn’t imagine they would leave any time soon. This party was kinda boring without Eddie. There you go again. Being a goodie two-shoes. The whole point of this party was to loosen up and enjoy your senior year.

“Where are we gonna go? And should you be driving under the influence?”, you crossed your arms, beginning to come to your senses.

Eddie just shrugged. “My trailer. And just to let you know, this alcohol hasn’t done anything for me really.”

His trailer? You hadn’t been there in a little while since Eddie needed help studying for an history exam. Not that he wasn’t smart. Eddie was very smart, but he had trouble applying himself. He told you that you would help keep him on track. He ended up making a B and he was very satisfied with that. You were proud of him too.

“Okay.”, was all you could muster.

He nodded and reached a hand out to you. “After you sweetheart.”, he motioned towards his van.

The air all of a sudden felt colder. A chill ran up your spine. You began walking towards his van, feeling him close behind. Eddie jogged in front of you, reaching the passenger side of the van first. He grabbed the door, opening it up for you.

“And they say chivalry is dead.”, you beamed as you hopped up into his van.

He shrugged nonchalantly and closed your door easily. You watched him walk in front of the van, his hair being swept up with the wind. The driver’s side door opened with a squeak and you smelled Eddie’s faint cologne mixed with alcohol as he settled into the driver’s seat. There was an evident smell in the van you did not recognize. Weed was what you imagined it was. You heard the jingle of his keys as he slid them into the ignition, the van starting without a hitch. He took off driving down the streets. Each street light becoming a mile marker, counting down until you would arrive at Eddie’s trailer.

You could deny the butterflies in your stomach all you wanted to. That wouldn’t make them go away. What did Eddie Munson have up his sleeve? Why did he want you all to leave the party together? Questions brewed in your head. Eddie turned on the radio as if to cut through the silence that lingered between you all. How come things were suddenly awkward between you all? Was there a change in his feelings? Was there a change in yours?

“Why so quiet?”, Eddie finally spoke out.

You leaned up from against the van door, taking your eyes off the blur of the passing road. His voice took you by surprise. Part of you imagined this ride would be in silence. Eddie was full of surprises tonight, however. He glance at you with his doe brown eyes before glancing back at the road. He was taking turns looking at you, waiting for an answer and keeping his eyes on the road to avoid a sudden collision.

“Just have a lot on my mind, Eddie. That’s all.”, you finally confessed.

“Like?”, he shot back faster than you would have liked.

“Well my mom is being kinda over-bearing especially with graduation coming up shortly. Daniel is away to college, probably having the time of his life partying instead of studying. Dad left for another woman. Life’s just been hell.”, you sighed.

Eddie nodded, his lips pursing out as he processed the explanation you had just provided. Eddie had not had the easiest home life either. His Uncle Wayne raised him instead of his parents. Eddie chose not to talk much about his parents or what had happened to them or what became of them.

“Sorry sweetheart.”, he side-eyed you, gently placing his hand on your bare knee.

It chilled your spine to feel his touch. His rings were cold against your leg. You weren’t gonna lie. It felt nice to feel a touch from him. This was one of the reasons why you were fumbling around him.

“It’s fine. It’s stupid to worry about that shit anyway.”, you sighed.

“Wow Y/N cusses. Who knew?”, Eddie teased.

You rolled your eyes again. He smiled, bringing his attention back to the road ahead. Eddie turned down a road, following it out and a trailer park came into view. Some more dilapidated than others. Dogs were barking in the distance. Eddie pulled up to what you recognized as his trailer. He shut off his van and turned to you. He took you in for just a few moments. You did the same, your eyes meeting.

“Let’s go inside, shall we Y/N?”

#eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson

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antisociallilbrat · 1 year

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Even When The Sun Rises, Don't Wake Me Chp. 6

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A/N: I have such a love - hate relationship with this chapter my God. The ending almost killed me to write.

My friends I had covid, for the third time, this past week. So I'm sorry to say this is actually another small chapter because I split it. You get the fluff first and the pain in the next chapter.

“I can’t believe you would betray me like this.”

“Bill, I’m sorry but this was your own doing.”

He drops his fist to the table, “Buh-Bullshit! You’ve hhhad it out for me th-this whole time! You kuh-killed me!”

“You’re the one who charged the Kraken without waiting for your other party members!” Mike bites back, “First rule of D&D, don’t split the party!”

“He was doing it for his honor!” Max defends Bill.

Bill parrots her, “Yeah! My hhonor!”

Mike deeply regrets putting Max and Bill together in the same room. And he means deeply regrets it. No, he doesn’t. They have done nothing but antagonize him. Push his buttons on purpose. Just for the laughs. They got along quickly. Maybe it was Bill’s easygoing disposition or the fact that Max loves annoying Mike and was overjoyed when she found out Bill also enjoys that hobby.

It’s both, it’s definitely both.

He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t nervous about how the campaign was going to go. It had been so long since he ran a campaign- the last time being the night Will went missing- he's only ever played in recent years, not dm'ed. That combined with the fact that Max was a total wild card. There was no way of telling if she was going to actually show up or not.

After their incursion in the bathroom, they exchanged numbers before departing their separate ways. Which was a little weird because Mike doesn’t think he even had her number before. Sure at one point they must’ve all been in a group chat with the Party but he never bothered to save her number. There wasn’t a need for it.

The Friday after classes let out for Winter break, he held their first session. Max never confirmed that she was coming when he texted her the details but she still showed up. “I’m here to play your stupid nerd game,” she satirized when he opened the door. The great thing was that she didn’t appear to be high. Now of course later that first campaign night when Bill offered weed, she took him right up on it. It looked like she was jonesing for it too, but this is progress. It has to be.

Now it’s Monday and their second night of the campaign. The first one was a success and he’s proud that everyone had fun. It was nice to see Max laugh again, he can’t remember the last time he saw her do so. He shocked himself when he realized he missed it.

The weather outside is horrible and the wind rattles the windows. It’s below freezing and flurries of snow have started to stick to the ground. Everyone is bundled up under a blanket as they sit around the coffee table and the fireplace has a nice fire crackling in it. The light from it reflects nicely on the ornaments of the Christmas tree. Emily thought it was sad that they had a tree but no decorations so she surprised them by buying some.

It’s the perfect atmosphere for a boss fight. Cold, dark, gloomy, it couldn’t have worked better in his favor.

Emily’s, Max’s, and Bill’s characters were in a dungeon with a staircase that just kept spiraling down, leading to different levels before continuing its descent down. They’ve finally gotten to a level with a boss monster, a flooded basement with a Kraken, and Bill, like the barbarian he is, just decided to charge it.

While it was in the water.

While he had heavy armor on.

And his character had horrible dex.

He drowned.

Max and Emily’s characters were safe on the little dock but Bill has to make a new character. Max’s ‘zoomer’ has a magic board that can take her basically wherever she wants. Meaning her character could just glide over the water. Better yet, Emily’s druid could part the water with a spell. Bill just didn’t want to wait.

He’s still grumbling about his character, his brave and noble character in his words (always the fucking writer) dying. Mike didn’t have a choice! Bill could have at the very least checked to see how deep the water is! Or just pass his dex checks! Too bad luck wasn’t in his favor tonight.

“Can’t I revive him?” Emily asks, oh so innocently, “Surely there’s a way we can save him?”

“His body is at the bottom of the water, he’s pretty dead. Unless one of you wants to risk your lives and dive down after him to see if there’s anything you can do, go for it. But also the Kraken has noticed you and is eyeing your every move.” God, Mike missed this feeling of fucking with his friends.

Bill juts his bottom lip out and mutters, “Poor Tibiscus,” as Max puts her hand on his shoulder.

“Tibiscus I loved you like a brother but I’m sorry, I’m not risking my ass to save you. Find it in your heart to forgive me,” she dramatically pleads.

Bill makes a few fake snivels but nods his head, “All is fuh-forgiven Madwonder. It was an hhhonor fuh-fighting alongside you.”

“Grah-eight! Our barbarian is dead and the Kraken has seen us!” Emily pulls at her hair, “My Aridena is not strong enough to fight him! I doubt Madwonder is too!”

“Hey now! Madwonder took out two skeletons in the last level all by herself! Don’t doubt her skills!” Max ignites.

Mike knows exactly what he’s doing when he says the next sentence, he just doesn’t care, “Yeah but this is a Kraken, Madwonder can’t take on a Kraken.”

Her head snaps towards him, a challenge in her eyes, “Madwonder can kick any ass of your dumb monsters. In fact, I charge the Kraken because I’m not afraid of it!”

Emily gasps, “No Max you can’t!” At the same time Bill whoops, “Let’s go Madwonder!”

Max moves her piece towards the Kraken’s, “I’m powering up the thrusters on my board to hit him right in his ugly face.”

She moves her piece closer and he can’t stop the snigger escaping his lips, “Boom!” he yells, making them all jump, “Right as Madwonder approaches the sea monster one of his massive tentacles rises from the water, smacking her across the room! Crushing her against the wall!” He hits her piece across the board, sending it to the floor.

“You can’t do that!” Max retaliates but Mike isn’t done.

“It’s all over! Madwonder is dead, all that remains is a blood splatter on the wall! What a sad day for our heroes!” he chides. Emily cups her hands over her mouth horrified and Bill is trying to refrain from laughing.

Max looks like she’s legitimately contemplating punching him, “You didn’t even let me roll for attack! Or try to dodge! Madwonder would’ve tried to dodge that!”

“Mhm,” he shakes his head, “It was a spring attack, you had no time to do anything,” he pops a piece of popcorn into his mouth from the snack bowl, smiling like the smug bastard he is, “You shouldn’t have tried to charge in, you just saw how it went for poor Tibiscus.”

“He’s out to guh-get us MMax!” Bill accuses suddenly, slapping the table with one hand and pointing at him with the other in that melodramatic fashion of his, “We nn-need to make new character th-that’ll fuck with him! B-Better characters that’ll ruin his little schuh-schemes!”

She agrees with him, taking Bill's diversion of her anger, “You’re right Bill. We need to make new characters that’ll ruin any storyline he has planned out. Better characters whose sole purpose is to fuck with him.”

Mike should be annoyed that these pair of fools are conspiring new, twisted, ways to get under his skin but he’s not. Max is here, with his friends, and is laughing. She’s not over at Oliver’s, getting high on heroin and doing God knows what with him. She’s safe right now. He did that.

He’s fully aware that there is a palpable chance that once she leaves here, that’s exactly where she’s heading. To snort something or shoot something into her veins. He has no idea how long she can go without doing so before the craving gets intense. In both D&D sessions, she hasn’t shown up high, probably out of not wanting to deal with the judgment she assumes she would get from him, but he’s not an idiot.

He can’t control what she does when she’s not with him and if he was to try to, that would just result in pushback from Max and odds are he would never see her again. He doesn’t want that to be the case. Constantly he has to remind himself to only focus on keeping her safe when she’s with him. Doing baby steps, don’t make it about her drug habit but offer a distraction. Instead of having her focus on drugs, she can point that energy towards messing with him and playing D&D.

The last time they played, before Bill offered weed, Max was starting to get more restless with her movements. Jumpy at every little thing. Kinda like how she’s starting to get now towards the end of this session. If Bill or Emily noticed anything unusual about Max, they haven’t said anything to him.

Mike’s not too worried about Bill or Emily though. Derek would’ve been the problem roommate but he’s away for the break. If Bill was to find out about Max or if he’s even guessed at anything, he’s not the type of guy to say anything about it. Bill leaves people’s business alone and he’s not one to judge. Bill just accepts people as they are. This is part of the reason why, even though he’s known Bill only for a couple of months, he enjoys being good friends with him.

As for Emily, he knows she has an idea that something is up with Max. She was there when he first brought her back. Since that night she’s tried to get some answers out of him but Mike is stubborn when he wants to be.

After he had come back from fall break, when he still wasn’t too sure what to do about Max, Emily broke him down a little. They had just had reunion sex, something he was really needing to relieve some stress, and she was curled up on his chest in her bed. The sheet haphazardly pulled over them. They were still naked and the position was more intimate than what was normal for them. She was tracing a vein on his chest when she asked what was eating at him, telling him that he was distracted, far away.

“I need to help an old friend. I don’t know how to though and sometimes I’m not sure if I even want to. At the same time I do want to, I think,” was what he told her.

She knew he was talking about Max, so there was no need to elaborate. Emily just hummed and murmured, “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Then she slid the hand on his chest down to his naked cock, rubbing at it until he started to fill out. She kissed him and he was thankful, this meant the conversation was over. They had a great round two. He was much more present for it.

Later in the week when he asked her if she would want to play D&D with them, she agreed. Happily too but…he’s felt a rift crack between him and Emily. She’s been distant since that last time in her bed. As to be expected, Mike always manages to fuck up his relationships and situationships. Hopefully, they can still be friends.

“But what about Aridena?!,” Emily fake cries, pulling him out of his mind and back into the moment, “She’s just watched her two friends die and now she’s alone with the Kraken.” Her eyes are glazed over, she’s genuinely worried about the fate of her little character.

He thinks for a moment. He could have the Kraken kill Emily’s character or he could be merciful. This is a boss that they were supposed to fight together because that was their only shot at beating it. He just didn’t take into account that Bill is stupid and Max is stubborn. A fault on Mike’s part.

It’s a good thing for Emily that he's in a good mood. “The Kraken watches Aridena but he makes no moves toward her. She gets the sense that the beast will stay where it is as long as she doesn’t do anything treacherous,” he says perilously, coughing to change his voice so that he sounds normal, “Basically the Kraken won’t attack Airdena until Bill and Max make their new characters.”

Max groans, “I have to do all that again?”

“You killed your character by being reckless, not me.” “But you’re the one who killed her!” she cuts back.

“Max you charged at this monster that you know nothing about, one that you were severely underprepared for! I had to kill your character! I swear you’re just as bad as Bill.” he laments.

Bill squawks out a “Hey!” but neither of them acknowledges him. Too busy trying to glare each other down. It's easy to remember that when they were fighting real monsters, particularly, the demadogs, Max doing exaclty as she did now. Charging in, ready to protect her new friends. Maybe Max is thinking of that now too since she, surprisingly, relents first.

“Fine! I’ll make a new stupid character but it’ll have to be next time,” her eyes dart to the door, “It’s getting late and I need to head out.” She runs her hands up and down her arms, trying to keep herself from fidgeting too obviously. She’s still wearing Mike’s sweater, one that she almost gave back the day in the bathroom. He had to plead with her just to keep it, it’s cold outside now and he doesn’t trust that she has anything else to keep her warm.

Mike concedes, “Fine, this is a good stopping point anyways,” Emily moves to protest but he raises a hand silencing her, “Aridena will be safe until the next session because the Kraken can see that she’s not as dumb as her companions so it will leave her alone.” Emily lets out a breath in relief.

They all agree to play again on Wednesday. It’s winter break, it’s not like any of them have much to do. Max is quick to get up and start pulling on her winter boots. A pit of dread blooms in Mike’s stomach.

He knows where she’s going. She’s acting as if she’s aching for a hit of something strong. What’s the longest she’s been sober in recent times? Is it these times they've played D&D? God, he’d hate to know the real answer.

But…at least she’s showing up here sober. She’s making an effort. Sure it may just be because of fear of ridicule but it still has to count for something. Max cares enough to make an effort to not be high around him. He can’t control what she does when she leaves here and for now, he just has to accept that.

Carefully he puts their pieces away, picking up Max’s from the floor. Bill has already made his way to the pantry, scouring for a late-night snack and Emily starts to walk Max to the door. Those two have become fast friends which Mike wasn’t fully expecting. He appreciates it all the same.

None of them are prepared for what happens next.

“What the fuck is this?” Max yells from the front door.

He doesn’t have to guess what she’s yelling at, he can feel it. When she opened the front door a gust of wind came in and chilled him right down to the bone. When he stands to see the outside, it’s as he suspects.

The snow is at least three feet high and growing. It's spilling into their doorway. The heavy wind blows more in and Mike rushes to shut the door. It’s completely dark outside and the wind is whistling, the snow coming down in heavy layers.

It’s a snowstorm. One that snuck up on them.

Mike has his back against the front door and can feel the wind trying to blow it open. His back breaks out in goosebumps as it’s against the cold metal. Max looks at him, eyebrows drawn together as she’s probably trying to figure out how to get out of here. Emily diminishes any hope of that.

She has her phone pulled out, one step ahead, “It says here that the roads are closed and the University is telling us to shelter in place ‘till it blows over.”

“When did they announce this?! Max demands her.

“About an hour ago,” Emily tells her, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. Max is starting to border real anger. Not the playful kind Emily has only ever seen her have during D&D, but the white-hot anger that Mike saw her display multiple times during their youth. Emily seems unsure of what to make of it. Mike's just happy that that anger is still there, it proves that Max is still there.

Max rounds on him, fists clenched at his sides, “So it was when we were playing you’re stupid nerd game! We missed the announcement because of that!”

“Max even if we knew of the announcement when it first came out, it still would’ve been too late,” Emily tries to soothe, “It was a sudden snowstorm, it’s no one’s fault.”

Max ignores her, “You did this on purpose!” she blames him, “I know you did!” She’s shaking with anger. And with the beginnings of drug withdrawals.

He laughs at how ridiculous she sounds, “Yes Max, I planned this snowstorm! I wanted to trap you here because you’re such a delight!”

There’s a chance she may punch him. She’s angry enough and Max got into fights back in high school. That much he did know about her back then. And Mike has a smart mouth, a dangerous combination.

She does shove him out of the way of the door, “God you’re such an ass! Fuck this shit, I’m leaving!” The wind makes him shiver as she throws open the door again. She takes one step out the door before she stops, starting to get unsure of the situation. The snow is now almost to here knees and its covering the front of their doorway.

Is he really just going to let her leave? He can’t, it’s well below freezing and Max could actually die. Fuck.

Thankfully Emily steps in before Mike has to swallow his pride and beg Max to stay. “Max,” she grabs her wrist and gently tugs her inside. Max’s fight is already draining out of her so she lets her, “The snowstorm can’t last forever and besides it’s not safe to go there now. We can all weather this out together, yeah?”

It looks like a warzone is taking place in Max’s head. Trying to decide to either to stay here, safe, but be forced to go through drug withdrawals, or brave the storm just so she can get high. It doesn’t matter, Mike’s already decided she can’t leave. He’ll tie the brat up if he has to, Max is not dying on his watch.

“Fine whatever,” Max mutters and barrels past both of them. He might be wrong, but he swears he saw tears starting to well up in her eyes. They hear a door slam from down the hall.

This is when Bill makes his reappearance, eating away at Derek’s bag of potato chips, “D-Dude I think she just locked you out of your ruh-room,” he comments over a mouthful of chips.

Well, this is going to be an interesting couple of days.

“Bill?” he asks.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

This is when the power decides to go out.

A/N: Get the fluff in while you can bc it's about to go to shit.

Full disclosure, I live in the south. Where the low of winter is 50 degrees. I've never seen snow. I am winging this snowstorm that has blown for plot convivences.

The next chapter won't be uploaded till the beginning of next week at the latest bc even more things happen. Check those tags again.

No seriously I spoon fed ya'll some fluff because shit is about to go down. The next chapter is over 3k words already and it's painful ;-;

Also one last note, and an important one, the reason why Max jumps around with her emotions is because that's what realistically drug addicts experience. Please bare with me through the ups and downs of Max's emotions.

Thank you for reading! I always appreciate you guys <3

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Interlude 1: The Hero

The hero’s beginning.

It was already late at night when Noah decided to make his escape.

He had it planned since the day he met Qatsi, to get out of this town and to find himself for once. Seeing someone so fragile, yet so brave, made him realize what he was lacking, even when he confronted his father. Yes, he did face him off, but he ended up with a scar in his hand, one that would probably never go away. It was his shame; he couldn’t bare looking at it without doing something about it. This town needed a hero, but he was not the one who they needed. Not yet at least. Although, he had to do one last thing before he escaped.

It was late at night, 2 hours after midnight. The second moon had already risen, and the sky had a shade of purple you could only see at this specific moment. The town was all silent, and the streets, even though messy due to the recent chaos, were calm and empty. That monster did a number on various buildings, although the only one who claimed to have seen that beast were him and LeChèf, who already made his way onto a western city, to pursue his dream to become a top-class chef. He exited the house, without making a sound, but not too careful, since his father was on the dungeon due to the recent conflicts. His brother was still there though. He didn’t want to wake him up. Not yet.

He felt guilty. He felt like he wasn’t the brother he was supposed to be. He’d probably be better with someone as Qatsi, or the black haired one.

“Reliable. Brave. Smart. Understanding. Daring.” He wasn’t any of these things, he thought. Noah shook these thoughts off and kept going, to his one and only stop. The place where that “beast” came from, or at least, where it emerged from. The house closest to the ruins was completely destroyed. An old couple of old men lived there, and blamed the mayor for not taking care of the “earthquakes” that crumbled their house to dust. Noah knew it had been no earthquake, but everyone else thought it was. The old men however, seemed to play dumb when asked about the beast. He probably knew something he did not want to tell.

However, he made it to the ruins, and headed downstairs. He hated these stairs. He had to walk through this hallway every time something hideous happened. Usually at midnight, even when he was a toddler, though, he had his father back then. It had been 2 years since the last time.

Under these ruins, lived a monster. A monster so scary that had to be locked up under an old dungeon that was used for torture centuries ago. A monster who killed. The same monster that took his mother from him.

He reached out to the jail where the monster was locked up in. The creature at first didn’t notice him, but when Noah coughed, the gloomy figure turned its head and looked at him in the eyes:

“Noah, is that you, my dear?” – Said the monster. Its eyes filled with a deranged and distorted hope. – “Did you see the snake? Five days ago, one of the hands came! One of the hands! One of the hands!” – It kept repeating the same sentence, like a broken record.

“I saw it…” – Words struggled at the end of his throat. Saying that word was harder every time. “Mom, I need to ask you something, what…what are those beasts?”—He didn’t expect a literal answer. She always talked in strange verses, or formulated weird enigmas.

“Do you mean… The scarlet beasts?” –She seemed awfully interested. She didn’t look so sane, and clear-minded ever since the incident. – “They are the manifestation of our crimes, of our sins. The Scarlet Tree takes human lives as price of dirtying this world with our earthly desires. It asks for cleansing, Noah. That’s why I had to…”—

“That’s enough.” –Said Noah. He didn’t want to hear it again. The thought of her mother eating his older brother was enough to make him puke. He didn’t want to hear it again. – “Then, I’ll let you know: -- He inhaled; he was ready. –I’m going on a journey. A journey I may not come back from. I am going to find that Scarlet Tree, and I’m going to rip away its roots. I’m going to cut it, burn it, and let it rot wherever it is.” –She looked scared, worried. –But before that, I need to become stronger. I need to be a hero, a hero capable of saving everyone I see. I’ll be brave, I’ll kill that tree, and… Only then, I’ll be able to save you, and save this family.

She didn’t say a word. Her eyes open-wide, in silence. Noah didn’t expect an answer. He turned his back, said goodbye, and headed for the exit. As he was exiting, he thought he was a fool to have though this was a good idea. He was a buffoon, who thought too much of himself. He was not a destined hero, nor someone with a powerful desire, like those on the tales, or Qatsi. He was just a human. Perhaps he wasn’t made for this. But maybe, just maybe-

“Please, take care”. –He froze, after those words, he heard his mother move again. To the back of the room, facing the wall. Feet stuck in the ground; he pinched his skin. He was awake, he didn’t imagine it. He did not know what to say, but perhaps, the best thing was saying nothing.

He felt a relief on his shoulders. He didn’t know why, but he did. He exited the dungeon. The last moon had gone up as well, and a dark purple sky had set on the night sky. He was ready to go. He only had to say goodbye to his brother, but Noah knew he would understand him. He would send him help and money every week, so he could survive alone with his father.

Noah decided not to say goodbye to his father. He understood he became like this due to the situation with his mother, but that did not make him less guilty. After considering various options, he opened the front door at his home and headed to the bedroom. With all the equipment ready, he woke up his brother with a smile. A sudden burst of confidence was born inside him; one that would help him turn into the hero his brother wanted him to be. “Thanks. Mom”.

He pat his brother’s head gently, until he woke up.

“Wake up, dumbass. Your hero’s gonna make a legend out of himself.”

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koajan-blog · 8 months

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Interludio 1: The Hero

The hero’s beginning.

It was already late at night when Noah decided to make his escape.

He felt guilty. He felt like he wasn’t the brother he was supposed to be. He’d probably be better with someone as Qatsi, or the black haired one.

He reached out to the jail where the monster was locked up in. The creature at first didn’t notice him, but when Noah coughed, the gloomy figure turned its head and looked at him in the eyes:

He pat his brother’s head gently, until he woke up.

“Wake up, dumbass. Your hero’s gonna make a legend out of himself.”

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Tutoring Gone Right

Professor Snape x Student reader

You sit at your Potions desk and nervously anticipate the paper that Professor Snape is handing out now. Your entire class had been struggling with the Potions work as of late. Instead of trying a new teaching method, the Professor decided that you needed a bigger incentive to work harder. He made this paper worth 30% of your final grade. Needless to say, you've been anxious.

Several nights in a row, you have gone without sleep just to proof and write your paper. And now is the revealing moment to see if it was all for nought.

The Professor hands you your paper folded in half without looking at you. With a dread-filled stomach, you open it. The air escapes your lungs in a single second. Written largely at the top of the paper is a T.

You deflate into your seat and sigh in defeat. This confirms that you'll need tutoring. You wish there were another option, but if you bring home another horrible Potions grade, your parents will Avada Kedavra you. You resign yourself to this horrible fate as the bell rings.

You stay seated until everyone leaves the classroom. The Professor notices that you're still present and raises an eyebrow at you.

"The bell has rung, L/N."

You smile meekly.

"I know Professor. I stayed after to inquire whether you would offer tutoring."

"Why should I tutor you rather than a student with high marks?"

"Because you're the expert in this field. The students with high marks just know how to answer a prompt in a way that you find satisfactory."

He stares at you for a long moment before giving a slight nod.

"Very well. Be back here after your last class. If you're even five minutes late, never speak of tutoring to me again."

You nod.

"Thank you Professor."

You grab your things and leave him silently.

******************

Your last class is Muggle Studies. Your friends attempt to talk to you, but you ignore them and rush to the Potions room. They look offended yet you can't let yourself care right this moment.

You hurl yourself into the dungeon. As you enter, he looks down at his watch as you attempt to level your heavy breathing.

"What class do you have last?" He asks curiously.

"Muggle.... Studies," you croak.

He blinks at you.

"You just ran down four staircases to be here on time?"

You nod.

"You must really want this tutoring," he comments.

"Need," you correct in a hoarse gasp.

He makes a clicking sound in his throat.

"Right."

You set your bag on the table closest to his desk. You watch in mute exasperation as your bag falls to the floor. Its contents scatter. You groan in disbelief before you pick it up and shove it onto the desktop. Your Muggle Studies notes scatter. The Professor stands and attempts to collect the papers.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"Don't be stupid , L/N. You didn't intend to make a mess of my room."

You smile slightly. Although the words were said as sharp remarks, you understand the actual meaning to his words. As he hands them to you, he looks down at the words.

"Ah, you're studying the classic and most romantic play ever written in the Muggle World."

You laugh, which causes him to raise an eyebrow at you.

"You find that funny?"

When you realize that his comment was serious, you sober.

"I'm sorry, sir. I assumed you to be joking."

"Why is that?"

"Romeo and Juliet is not romantic."

"How so? They believed their love to be so strong that they died for it."

You blink at him.

"He was 17 years old and she was 13. They're hardly old enough to decide to take their own lives because of this lust they had for one another."

"How do you explain that so many Muggles deem this story romantic then?"

You ponder this for a moment.

"Because everyone is in love with the thought of loving someone so completely that they give their lives for it. I admit, it's morbid yet it's true. That's evident in a lot of Muggle and Wizard fiction alike."

"What would you suggest that Shakespeare had written differently then?"

"If Romeo had just masturbated a couple times a week, he could have saved both nice families a whole heap of trouble."

Professor Snape stares at you for a long moment. Your face flushes once you realize that you had just argued with him.

"I applaud you, L/N."

You raise an eyebrow.

"How so Professor?"

"You take the information that you're given and filter it through. You create your own opinion and don't sway in the face of opposition. Had you been another student, their knees would be trembling and they would be stuttering an agreement. I completely agree with your stance on Romeo and Juliet."

"Oh. Uhm, thank you."

You smile at him. You notice that his cheeks slightly pinken before he clears his throat.

"Potions is kind of like Muggle math. You can get the number 4 several different ways. You can add 3 and 1 or 2 and 2. You can add 5 and -1 or 6 and -2. All that matters is the solution..."

Several hours later, you two emerge from the Potions classroom for dinner time.

"Be back in my classroom tomorrow after your Muggle Studies class L/N. Or else."

You smile at his stern expression.

"Please call me Y/N, Professor. This L/N business is so formal. Besides, we're going to be spending a lot of time together because Potions really baffles me yet I'm confident you can teach me your ways. We might as well be on a first name basis."

"Are you asking to call me Severus as well?"

"If you ask nicely."

You wink at him and watch in astonishment as his cheeks redden again.

"Alright Y/N. I'll grant you this one request. It's much easier to yell Y/N rather than L/N in exasperation."

The corner of your lips rise.

"Haha, very funny Professor."

"Severus," he mumbles.

You raise an eyebrow. He looks at the floor.

"But only when we're alone. If you call me Severus in front of anyone, I'll make your life hell."

You smile at him.

"Thank you Severus. For everything."

His lips slightly upturn. He nods and begins to walk away from you.

****************

Your laugh echoes from the empty classroom walls as you lean back in your desk chair.

"You have got to be kidding!"

He shakes his head.

"No. Shakespeare wasn't a genius. He was an ordinary guy that thought outside the box enough that made his stories and plays famous."

"Exactly! He was ordinary yet he achieved so much! He created words that is the basis for most of our basic language. An average educated man uses 20,000 words in his lifetime. Shakespeare used approximately 36,000. That's around 16,000 words more. He was a genius and nothing you say will convince me otherwise."

He shakes his head, as in disbelief.

"You are a very stubborn person."

You grin.

"It's one of my finer qualities."

"It must be your finest because I haven't seen many fine qualities in you Y/N."

"Well, now you've made me mad. Now we can never be friends!"

"Why must you wound me, Y/N?"

"You started it! Now teach me Potions. You obviously can't teach me how to be nice."

He attempts to keep his face neutral but you recognize the amusement in his dark eyes.

"Potions is an art. Your cauldron is your canvas and the ingredients are your art supplies. The way that the art supplies go together on the canvas, or in the cauldron, has a delicate balance that....."

At dinner time, you stand and rub your temples.

"I have a major headache, but I feel like I understand Potions a little more now."

He stops mid-step and walks into the closet.

"Was it something I said?" You wonder aloud to the empty room.

He returns a few moments later with a small vial of potion in hand. He holds it out to you.

"This potion will have your headache gone in about five minutes."

You raise an eyebrow.

"That's fast."

"Yes. I've created something that is a catalyst in rapid results. If you don't trust the potion, I won't be offended."

"I trust you, Severus."

To emphasize your point, you down the potion. Your face twists as you set the empty bottle on the table. He notices your displeasure.

"That's one thing I have not been able to master: the aftertaste."

"Thanks for warning me," you reply drily.

"No problem."

"Well, thanks for giving me a headache then curing it. I have places to be, food to eat."

"I'll see you tomorrow evening Y/N."

You turn and smile at him before opening the door.

"I'll be looking forward to it Severus."

You leave with a smile on your face.

*************

"Lady Macbeth is a Slytherin and Macbeth is a Gryffindor," Severus drawls from behind his desk.

"No argument on the Lady, but Macbeth was so a Hufflepuff."

"Macbeth slaughtered two armies for the sake of glory. Gryffindor."

"Macbeth slaughtered two armies because of his loyalty to Duncan. Hufflepuff."

"He's a blithering idiot. Gryffindor!"

"To quote Hamlet, act III, scene iii, line 92: 'No.' You have such a weird bias towards Gryffindors Severus. I'm disappointed."

He sighs.

"I'm not going to win, am I?"

"You're smarter than you look."

He rolls his eyes.

"Oh thank Merlin. I thought I had lost my good looks."

"That will never happen, Severus. It's not even possible."

You wink at him and he looks away.

"So, um, Potions. The key is to know enough about your ingredients so you can anticipate the reactions when they're combined."

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You're walking down the hallway when an arm is wrapped around your shoulder. You look over to see some boy that's younger than you are.

"What are you doing later tonight?" He purrs

"Not you, so remove the arm before you lose it."

"Come on baby. Don't be like that."

"I will hex you in the place that you better pray grows back," you hiss.

He stops walking and presses you against the wall.

"Let me convince you otherwise," he whispers.

You shove the tip of your wand into his ribcage.

"Try it and see what happens."

"I suggest that you two move this elsewhere," a familiar voice drawls behind the creep's back.

The jerk jumps back in alarm. You look up in relief to see Severus' impassive face. The kid nods and scampers away. Before you can thank Severus, he leaves with his robes billowing behind him.

He must have pressing matters elsewhere you think as you turn to walk again.

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"Honey I'm home," you call as you enter the Potion's dungeons.

Severus is sitting behind his desk with a cold mask upon his face.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't come into my classroom bellowing L/N. Now sit down and be quiet. I have to attempt the impossible task of teaching you something."

You pause mid-step and can't stop the hurt from being evident on your face.

"Severus, what's wrong with you?"

"That's Professor Snape to you," he snaps.

A knot rises in your throat although your anger begins to dissolve it.

"Cut the crap, Severus Snape. Now tell me what crawled up your ass and died or I'm leaving."

He dark eyes stare at you for a moment.

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

You laugh in disbelief.

"I'm sorry Professor Snape. I'm going to cancel my tutoring from this point forward. It seems all you are able to teach me is how to be a dick."

You twist on your heel and stalk out.

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For the next few days, you stay to yourself. Whenever you have Professor Snape as a teacher, you refuse to even glance at him. You take the notes you need, but that's the minimum.

After your last class, you head back to your dorm. You don't understand why his attitude suddenly did a 180.

You miss him. You really do. Severus had quickly become one of your best friends and now he suddenly is pissed at you. It baffles and saddens you.

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The bell rings, signaling that you can leave Potions now.

" L/N, may I see you after class?"

"I have another class to attend Professor."

Several people around you look at you oddly for giving one of the most feared teachers an attitude.

"I'll write you a pass."

You sigh as everyone leaves the dungeon.

"What do you want Professor Snape? I have a History of Magic class to sleep through."

He sighs deeply.

"Can you cut the attitude Y/N?"

"Cut the attitude?" You ask in disbelief. You laugh bitterly and continue. "If I recall correctly, you have me attitude first."

"Because you disappointed me Y/N!"

You blink at him.

"How in the fuck did I disappoint you? I'm sorry I don't know all the answers to Potions! That's the entire point of needing tutoring!"

"That is not what I'm referring to and you know it!" He huffs angrily.

"Then please tell me what I supposedly already know!"

"How about the time that I walked down the hallway and basically found you having sex in it?"

You wrinkle your eyebrows together before you realize what he's referring to.

"Do you mean that disgusting boy that tried hitting on me and I threatened to hex his junk off if he touched me again?"

He looks at you in disbelief.

"You expect me to believe that? He had you pressed against the wall!"

"And if you had looked closely, you would have noticed my wand was in his ribs!"

He stared at you.

"And why in the hell do you care? Why would you care if I were to be kissing a boy in the hallway?" You fume.

He grits his teeth.

"When I saw that brat pressing himself against you, this insane feeling of jealousy overpowered me. I knew he didn't deserve you."

You anger dissolves and rushes out of your body.

"Jealousy?"

He nods.

"I've gotten quite attached to you Y/N. I enjoy your company and you understand me like no one else. I have feelings for you."

"Good feelings?"

He smiles.

"Yes. Good feelings."

You take a step forward.

"And what do you plan on doing with those feelings?"

"Well, I was hoping to get to know your feelings before I decided."

"Oh Severus. Of course I have feelings for you. Why else would I have come down to this cold dungeon every day to see you? Yes, I needed the tutoring but once our bond started developing, my improved grade was just an added bonus."

He sighs in relief.

"But I cannot believe that you became a colossal dick because you were jealous of a 2nd year boy."

He glares at you. You shrug at him as you sit on the edge of his desk. You put your foot on the edge of his spin chair and nudge it so that he's facing you. You lean down so that your nose is touching his.

"So what do we do now?" You breathe

"Well we could-"

You interrupt him by pressing your lips against his. You pull back and grin at his dazed face.

"Sorry. I got a little trigger happy."

You bite your bottom lip and his eyes follow the motion. His tongue traces his bottom lip as he leans them towards yours. He places his hands on your hips as his lips embrace yours once again. He pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

"I'll do anything for an O, Professor."

He groans in exasperation.

"You just had to ruin the moment, didn't you?"

You smile.

"What can I say? It's what I'm good at."

"You're also good at being a pain in the arse."

"But now I'm your pain in the arse."

He pulls you closer to him.

"And it's going to stay that way," he informs you.

#severus snape #severus x reader #professor snape #professor snape x reader #student reader

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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How would the Lord’s be with a s/o who’s short like 5’0 but they’re super sweet but can be feisty

Heyy so i’ve been sick recently so this may not be as good as always and it’s a little rushed but i hope it’s not too bad! but this was still always enjoyable to write as always! enjoy

Alcina Dimitrescu

Alcina is lecturing one of the maidens for leaving one of the windows open when she feels something tapping on her leg.

Her eyebrow raises when she finds you tugging on the fabric of her dress, your hands covered in blood.

She picks you up by the back of your shirt as you give her the brightest but cheekiest smile.

“Now what have you been up to in these castle walls that has led you to put blood all over my dress.”

Your legs dangle in the air as you explain that you’ve spend the last four hours running around in the cellars and dungeons trying to find hidden trinkets. You didn’t anticipate to run into an array of grim reaper type creatures but you never turned down a challenge.

“My my, it seems you have been busy.”

Alcina throws you over her shoulder and carries you into her private quarters before she practically dumps you in the bath that swallows you.

“You, my dear are not coming to dinner looking like that.”

She’s seated on the edge of the tub, gloves removed as she rubs her expensive rose scented shampoo in your hair. For a moment it’s quite peaceful.

You’re ever the troublemaker and considering Alcina’s dress was already dirty you couldn’t help but splash water on her.

She grasps but plays into your cheeky ways and splashes you back just as playfully until you’re both soapy and covered in water.

You both dress for dinner with Alcina insisting you wear some of your more finer clothes but you still manage to pull some buttons loose here and there.

Although you’re a wild one, bouncing down the hallway and nearly knocking over one of Alcina’s fine porcelain vases, you still take her hand in yours and walk proudly into the dinner room with your lady.

You take your place at the dining table next to Alcina, your chair significantly higher to sit comfortably but she definitely pampered you with some of the finest cushions to boost you up.

Still you can’t help but feel happy and full of joy to see your family and that only lifts your mood further.

Donna Beneviento

Donna walks into the lounge room to find you chasing angie around, trying to get to her from behind the couch.

“You’ll never take me alive!!”

You’re just as crazy and rambunctious as Angie, the two of you instantly getting along. Donna smiles when she finds that Angie finally found a friend and she’s thrilled that Angie is taken with you.

“Will you two calm down before you break something!”

The two of you stop to stare at Donna who is holding a porcelain doll in her hands to stop it from being broken as you practically jump around the room.

But somehow through all your wildness you have a soft spot for Donna. Slowing your movements and walking up to her, you wrap your arms around her neck and hide your head under her chin.

“I’m sorry Dons, will you come exploring with Angie and I in the mountains??”

With you and Angie on either side of Donna, the three of you spend your afternoon exploring the caves near the waterfall.

Jumping over pools of rocks and mini cliffs, you always go first holding your hand out to Donna each time so she can hold onto while she jumps.

You’re always there to catch her too. It’s a little hard when you’re smaller than her but you’d never let her fall.

Eventually you come to an opening in one of the caves. The view is spectacular, with the waterfall cascading down and catching the fading light beautifully.

Your hand is in Donna’s gently rubbing your thumb on the back of her hand. However in a split second Angie comes up and surprises her with a loud BOO.

Donna’s surprised shriek rings in the cave she thinks she’s going to fall from the height of the cave, Angie’s creepy laughter eventually drowns it out.

You wrap your arms around her, keeping a calm but gentle hand on the back of her head to steady her.

“It’s alright, I gotcha now”

You hug Donna tightly, death glaring Angie behind her shoulder. When you pull away, you take Donna’s face and cradle it gently in your hands.

“Common, lets go home I could do with a nice warm cup of tea to go with a good book.”

Even though Donna was less adventurous as you were, she always enjoyed running around with you and Angie but you always spoiled her afterwards with a warm night in under blankets and warm tea while you read to her.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore was walking around the windmill trying to find you when he’s interrupted by a rather loud noise.

“HEY SAL GUESS WHO’S FINALLY TALLER THAN U??”

He audibly grasps when he sees you sitting on the wooden sail of windmill, smiling down on him.

You jump down and land in front of him, giggling at the small scream that leaves him. Stepping forward and into his space you place a kiss on his cheek.

“It’s me!!”

You take Salvatore’s hand in your own and lead him to explore all the nooks and crannies of the windmill with him.

Eventually you run off from him and hide behind one of the wooden crates stacked in the corner.

Poor Salvatore is confused by where you’ve gone trying to find you frantically as he runs around looking for you. You had the advantage however, being small had its perks sometimes.

When he’s not looking you run up and jump him from behind, your hands wrapping around his neck as you cling to him.

His laugh bounces off the valley and he spins around with you in a piggyback. One of your favourite things is making him laugh.

You spend the next few hours playing what is basically hide and seek as you run around all through the windmills, reservoir and mines doing your best to stay clear of any lycans.

You’re a wild card in Salvatore’s otherwise quiet life, but he loves you nonetheless. But you don’t miss the way his hand clings to yours in a death grip.

However, sometimes you’re a little too wild for his comfort zone and he definitely refused to do the zip line with you. But he cheered for you from his place on the ground because he never wants you to change the way you are. To him, you’re perfect.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl is always used to strange noises and loud bangs within the factory, but after living there for as long as he had; he can always tell when somethings out of place.

A rather large crash rings throughout the halls of the factory and Karl begrudgingly puts out his cigar, hoping that one of the Soldats hadn’t broken any of his equipment.

When he walks into a smelting room he finds you on the floor with metal boxes all over you and you buried under the toppled over shelf.

Karl flicks his wrist and all the metal moves to the corner of the room to reveal you huffing your hair out of your face.

You were looking for a mould to craft a new dagger with, sorting through the assortment of boxes when it all came falling down on top of you.

Karl moves his wrist once more, moving the mould you were looking for to his hand, a smug look on his face. He knew. For the last few weeks he’d seen you eyeing out that mould when you came to sit with him while he worked.

“Looking for something?”

You stand to your feet and try to snatch it out of his hand. Karl sees you coming from a mile away and holds it above your head, he doesn’t even need to use his powers for this one, his arm will do just fine.

He’s cocky and can’t help but torment the thing over your head like a child but in an instant you have him tackled to the ground. Now that one he didn’t see coming.

“Don’t think for a moment Heisenberg that just because I’m small that i couldn’t totally kick your ass if i needed to.”

Now you’re the one to be cocky as Karl stares in awe up at you, it took a lot of strength and maybe a hint of luck to bring down someone as powerful as him.

Eventually you let him up from his kindly uncomfortable position on the floor, his back strained against the metal grates. You totally don’t threaten to throw him at Alcina’s doorstep if he doesn’t make that new dagger for you.

Karl loved that about you, how feisty and wild you could be. It meant you were a great training partner and both of you either trained together often. Being small had its too. One thing Karl lacked was finesse and you were much more agile and skilled in your movements.

Other times you’d help Karl out in the factory by lifting boxes of scrap metal or even welding some of the weapons. He absolutely loved that about you, how he could easily be comfortable with you and his heart swelled when he could teach you all that he knew about metal. For the first time in a long time it felt like someone was on his side.

One day Karl saw you take a Soldat out with your new dagger and to say that it didn’t scare the shit out of him would be a fucking lie. Soldats were taller than him for christ sake.

Karl loved you though. He loved how fierce you were but you had the heart of gold and to him, you were this perfect little being that made his heart beat twice as fast when he was with you.

He loved that you could hold your own and would stand up to anyone but in the closed doors of the factory he got to see a softer more tender side of you filled with tender kisses and tight hugs.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg x reader #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau #salvatore moreau x reader #resident evil village #resident evil headcanons #resident evil 8 #resident evil #asks #prompt

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bush-viper-cutie · 3 years

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New Student, New Friend

Pairing: Young Snape x french!reader

Word Count: 2,751

Request: #1 “Hi! Can I request a young!Snape x french!reader where the reader's transferred from beauxbatons and isn't fluent in english/has a thick accent? Love your work!!”

#2 “Hi hi! Love your work! Can I request Young Snape x French reader? Sorry if I dont speak well, english is not my first language <3”

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone again! :D I combined both requests because they are pretty similar so enjoy!

Posted: 9/10/21

Masterlist

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~*~*~ = time skip

(Y/n) = first name

(L/n) = last name

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~*~*~ = POV change

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There was a strange static in the air this morning, one Severus couldn't quite place. He brushed his long hair back behind his ear and listened in to the hushed whispers of passing classmates.

"...Beauxbaton, can you believe it?"

"Nice to not know someone for a change - "

Beauxbaton? Severus gathered they were talking about a new teacher perhaps? Although it wasn't that odd to get new professors in the middle of the school year. Just last year the Dark Arts professor was promptly replaced when he went mad after a spell backfired on him; In fact, every year there was a new one.

It was strange that the new teacher should be a transfer from another school such as Beauxbaton... Maybe they were fired and no one else wanted them, must be down on their luck. And if that is the case, how very fitting for Hogwarts, home of inadequacy.

Severus, still deep in his bitter thoughts, almost tripped over the shoe that had extended out in front of him. He caught himself and whirled around angrily. "Watch it!" he growled, straightening.

James Potter smirked. "Oh, Snivellus. Didn't see you there.” His Gryffindor friends snickered behind him, bolstering his ego. "I'd get along to class if I were you. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back."

Severus grit his teeth and did everything he could to not growl his displeasure of being in so close proximity to the pinnacle of mediocrity that was Potter. It had been a week after winter holidays had ended but after another nearly fatal encounter with Black, he’d been forced to stay in the Hospital Wing un-zippering his mouth and a couple of fingers before being allowed back.

The memory of the experience made his knees weak, making keeping his riled demeanor that much harder. He was lucky he'd had the foresight to cover his nose before Black unleashed his hex. It wasn’t a quick run from the lake to the nurse, and he certainly wouldn't have made it with his nostrils zippered together as well.

"Mind your own business, Potter." Severus spat out his name like rotten apples, furrowing his brows in an attempt to seem more threatening however he could not help but notice the hallways getting emptier by the second. He knew better than to get caught alone with Potter.

He laughed and turned to catch up with his friends. Severus watched him go, only relaxing his shoulders after Potter had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. The hall was empty.

He turned and continued down the corridor when his hearing perked at the scuff of loud footsteps. He whirled around, hand plunging into his robes, but it was too late.

"Levipeds!"

Severus' head snapped back as his feet whipped out from under him. He hung limp in the air, watching his wand roll away on the stone floor. His hair nearly touched the dirty ground.

James laughed. "Welcome back, Snivellus!"

He closed his eyes as his boiling blood rushed to his head. He was hanging upside down in the air, alone in the empty corridor. He couldn't scream for help, he'd just get yelled at for disturbing lessons, and he couldn't reach his wand - as long as his limbs might be, his wand might as well have rolled down into the dungeons. He'd have to hang there until classes were over or one of the portraits decided to help him out for once.

"Eh... Excuse moi?" A quiet voice wrapped in a thick French accent broke the silence.

His eyes flew open and stared straight into the face of a beautiful but completely unfamiliar student. She bent down low to meet his eyes. She must be the mystery person from Beauxbaton, the new student as it turned out.

This was worse, so much worse than being caught by anyone else in the school - except for a very select few. Severus looked around in search of anything that might make this all less embarrassing.

"You need help, no?" Her voice was more confident this time, laced with a hint of friendly amusement.

"Uhh..." He met her eyes and hoped this new student would excuse his red face to be due to all his blood rushing down.

She straightened and pointed behind him. "This is your wand? I'll give to you?" His wand was in his hand with one quick flick of her own.

His eyebrows automatically shot up at her use of nonverbal spells. "Thanks," he tried swallowing but ended up coughing. He covered his mouth and performed the counter-hex, dropping to the floor with a grunt.

She rushed forward, looping her arm through his and helping him up to his feet. She laughed and dusted the dirt off his back while he stood paralyzed.

"Better, no?" she smiled, facing him a foot from his stiff figure. "I'm new seventh-year transfer... And you?"

For a moment his mouth opened but no words flew out, and then all at once words poured out as fast as if under a curse. "I'm - oh - yes you're from Beauxbaton, right? Yeah - er - yes, seventh-year as well."

Her hands flew up and she waved them in front of herself with a laugh. "Slow please!" she laughed again. "One more time?"

Severus gave an awkward laugh that matched hers and nodded. "I'm also a seventh-year."

"Oh!" she held out a paper and pointed down to the class he was late for. "I am so lost! You help me now? Oui?"

She smiled up at him and his heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. He nodded quickly, "Yes - er - oui, I'll help you... Actually, that's my class too..."

"Oh!" Her smile widened, "I need partner for the class! You have one?"

For once Severus thanked his unlucky past self. His time in the hospital wing all week meant everyone would be already partnered up. "No, I don't..." his face flushed red again and he cleared his throat, looking away. "We could be partners?"

"Bon! Lead the way, partner," she motioned for him to lead, keeping a very close pace next to him as they walked. "I am lucky to find you, did not know anyone yet. You are only third person met!"

He gave her a small smile as they walked together, but he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find out his status at the school. Being a new student, he was sure she’d make all the friends she could ever want by the end of the day. Then she'd reconsider her luck after everyone tells her all about her lab partner, 'Snivellus'.

~*~*~

They made it to class late. The professor looked up and frowned, ready to tell them off when Severus' new ‘friend’ spoke up.

"Excuse us, Professor, I am new and got lost."

The professor sighed and waved his hand, giving her a pass. "And I see you're back Mr. Snape. Get to your seats, you'll both be working together - get moving."

The two back seats were empty and Severus was glad to be away from the front for once. His new partner set down her things, and as she bent to pick up her books Severus caught a glimpse of Sirius Black glaring at him from the front, a seat behind where Severus had been sitting the last term. Black had anticipated his return and was obviously annoyed with the change in seating.

"What may I call you, Mr. Snape?" The new student whispered, giving him her full attention despite the lesson continuing.

"S-Severus." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He'd die of embarrassment if they started teasing him in front of her for daring to open his mouth. "And you?"

She smiled. "Severus Snape? That's a beautiful name." She looked back up to make sure their conversation was still private and turned back. She reached up and gripped his tie, pulling him towards her. She leaned and held a hand to his ear, moving her lips inches from his ear. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

Severus’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. The immense drumming in his ears almost made it impossible to hear her whispers. When she released him, he turned to look at her, feeling his face heat up either from proximity or from her warm breath flowing over his face. "(Y/n)... Good to know." He swallowed and realized he had not moved since she had pulled him towards her. He would have felt like an idiot if she wasn’t looking at him so playfully.

"You gonna kiss her, Snivellus?"

Severus pulled back quickly and clenched his jaw at Black.

The professor smacked Sirius' head with a roll of parchment. "Mr. Black, disturb my class again and I'll assign you an essay for every night this week." Severus smirked. "And you, Mr. Snape," the Professor smacked the board, creating a puff of chalk, "- will hand me your notes tomorrow before class - legible notes, might I add."

Severus nodded as the class snickered and turned away from (Y/n). The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. Severus counted the seconds until he could run away to the library, away from taunting eyes. He hated himself for turning so red, but he hated Black even more for making him the fool.

~*~*~

You could tell the boy, 'Mr. Black', had embarrassed Severus greatly. He was hunched over his parchment, focused completely on the professor's words, and never once looking back up at you.

You read the words on the board but soon your eyes ventured down to look at the tall lanky boy currently trying to visibly shrink in his seat. The moment shared between you both still played on your mind. He had beautiful long lashes and deep dark eyes to match. It had been fun to see him so flustered over you, but the guilt of what you'd caused sat heavily on your chest. That boy had noted Severus had been in the perfect position to kiss her, which... did she kind of wish he had?... Just to see - for just a curious taste.

You didn't know what specifically was so alluring about Severus, but you could imagine yourself wrapped in his arms, pulling on his long hair, biting his lips, and hearing that deep voice of his purring for more. Something about him - or maybe everything about him - made you wonder how gentle those hands of his could be.

The bells rang in the distance, marking the end of the lesson. You packed your things and sat waiting for Severus to do the same. He was slow at first and then after a quick flick of his eyes up to you hurried along.

You stood at the same time and motioned for the door, scrambling to translate your thoughts into English. "Lunch now? We can sit together?"

People filed out of the class, which Severus watched closely before turning back to her and answering. "Look, this isn't the only time… I'm not someone to hang out with unless you like hexes and spells to be thrown in your direction."

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed, and his down-turned eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall. Before you could bring yourself to respond, he sighed shakily, giving you pause.

"It's not your fault... I'll show you down and then I suggest you forget about being friends." He pulled open the door and held it open for you without meeting your eyes.

What could you say to him? You stepped out into the corridor, contemplating how to phrase what you were thinking when laughter pulled your focus.

"I see you've met our Snivellus." The stupid boy, Black, came forward talking to you but keeping his attention on Severus. He had long curly hair nearly as long as Severus' and was taller, with proud shoulders held in a loose demeanor that still made him seem important in some way. His eyes shifted to you, "Hope he didn't drip any snot on you while he tried for a kiss."

You scoffed, “You do not understand what you saw. Please leave us alone.”

“Love, maybe you’re not understanding me. For your own safety I insist YOU leave this sniffling slime alone.” Black took a step closer.

Severus pulled out his wand but held it low, at the ready in an instant. "I’m done with your games. Unlike you, you nitwitted tower troll, I have places to be." He finally glanced your way, "Excuse me," and made to leave.

Black blocked his way, laughing at the now pointed wand in Severus’ hand. "Go ahead, I’ll be glad if you finally get expelled for using wands in the corridors. Mine's not even on me."

You eyed the smirk on his face and the tiny shift of his hand towards his trousers pocket. Was that a lie then? Whatever the case, you had enough of this game too. "My friend, Severus, is showing me to lunch. We are going now." You stepped between Severus and Black, giving the taller boy an annoyed look.

"I’m telling you, be careful," Black chuckled. "He might try to kiss you again if you’re too nice."

You paused and stepped back, looking up at Severus, whose eyes were fixed on Black, staring daggers into him. You bit your lip and chuckled the same way Black had, finding a different kind of amusement than him in this situation. "I hope he will."

Severus' head snapped to you, his cheeks slowly going a light shade of pink all over.

Black made a disgusted sound and a show of his fake nausea. “Darling, I don’t think I understood you correctly. Check your dictionary and if that’s not the problem maybe your eyes.”

This boy was really getting on your nerves now. If you’d been back at Beauxbaton you’d’ve already hexed him into a soggy pile of starter yeast, baked him into the perfect Pain au Levain, and chucked him out the tallest tower window. “Move it,” you made sure your French accent coated the word heavily.

Severus’ hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back. He kept his wand and eyes trained on Black but spoke to you. “Go down to lunch. I’ll stay here to have the chat Black so desperately wants to have with me.” He looked up again, “Let her leave.”

Black smiled, “That’s fine. Been meaning to ask how your winter holiday was after I last saw you.”

You turned to Severus, ready to protest when the door to the classroom opened, cutting Black off. You all stood very still and awkward, hoping to hide the atmospheric hostility that had been created.

The Professor locked the door with a flick of his wand and looked at everyone with concern. "Off to lunch, no need wandering the corridors. Now." He ushered everyone down the stairs, walking close behind in equal silence.

You reached the floor second to last, after Black and then Severus, and pulled on Severus' arm the second your Professor had turned towards the staff room. You kept your hand on him to make sure he didn’t decide to leave before you could talk to him. Before Black could step towards you to continue the ‘conversation’, other Gryffindor students pulled him towards a small crowd gathering across the floor. Whatever it was seemed to be of higher interest and he left with only single backwards glance.

You both watched him go dissolve into the rowdy group and suddenly the air around you shifted. Severus turned instantly, searching your eyes with an intensity you could almost feel. You blushed and slid your hand down his sleeve and lingered on his bare hand. Neither of you said a word but the electricity connecting your eyes and the comfortable silence that enveloped you both spoke volumes. "We could eat together, no?"

His eyes settled on your hand still on his until you let go. "Oui," he whispered with a smile pulling at his lips. “Lunch then.”

As you both walked on, he slowly crept closer with every step, making your shoulders brush against his arm. His pinky tickled the skin on your wrist, making you cough to hide a giggle as you entered the Great Hall. Your eyes flickered up at his and you smiled, seeing a gentle blush and an even gentler smile on his face.

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General taglist:

@setsuna-meiou31

@severuslovebot

@bionic-otp

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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years

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hi could you please make a part two to feeling colors, i LOVED your writing in it. no rush :))

Hiii nonnie! 💕 I did end up writing a second part for the fic after all. I hope you like it as much as the first. X

Feeling Colours - Part Two

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Word count: 2500 give or take

Summary: Draco’s feelings for the reader start to grow

Warnings: fluff, excessive drinking, mentions of throwing up, kissing, nothing explicit, Draco being a softie (lmk if this needs more warnings)

Masterlist | Part One

Your eyes fluttered open to find Draco Malfoy sitting on a chair next to you, breathing quietly like sleep was finally hitting him. Ruffled blond strands of hair fell over his weary eyes and he’d used his suit jacket as a makeshift blanket.

Your first instinct was to silently lift up your covers and check if your clothes were still intact and thank Merlin they were.

“Have a little faith Y/n.” Draco grumbled, startling you in the process as he struggled to lift himself into a more comfortable position. “I would never take advantage of a drunk girl.”

Fragments of the previous night came back to you when you heard him say that.

The party, the burn of the booze, the dust-filled broom closet, the throwing up, the taste of soup and the strong and sturdy arms of the boy now looking at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

You eased at the sight of his smile. There came a certain type of comfort after someone had seen you throwing your guts up.

“Thank you for last night Draco.”

“Like I said before Miss raging alcoholic, Don’t make a habit of it.” He let out a small yawn and started to smooth out his hair but much to his dismay, the strands refused to cooperate.

You couldn't help but laugh at the displeased look on his face. “Here, let me—”

“NO. I absolutely refuse to let you touch my hair.” He protested, grabbing both your wrists before your fingers could make contact with his precious hair.

“Come on Malfoy.” You pleaded, now fully out of bed and trying to break free from his hands. “I swear I can fix it for you.”

“Nope.” He said firmly as he tried his hardest to maintain a straight face. “Stop it—No please not the sides—no..”

“Please, just a bit more...ah okay….there we go.”

“Haven’t you done enough Hufflepuff?!”

“Oh. that rhymed.” You laughed, still touching his hair when the two of you accidently tumbled onto the chair he was originally sleeping on.

Draco was agile in cushioning your fall with one of his hands balancing himself on the armrest and one hand wrapped around your waist.

It was only the second time he’d saved you from falling and you were already getting used to it.

Something inside of you was immediately hoping that Draco would be there to break your fall for a third time too.

It felt good with him.

It felt safe with him.

~~~

Alone at the school courtyard in the afternoon of the next day, Draco sat down in a far corner to rearrange his cluttered thoughts about you into tidy little compartments in his brain.

It should have been easy for him. He was a natural occlumens after all.

But for some bizarre reason, he couldn't find a way to erase your name, the sound of your voice and your scent that was slowly dominating all four lobes of his brain and all four chambers of his heart.

Even with the sun still in the sky, the occasional gust of wind made his hands turn cold so he instinctively shoved his hands into his blazer pocket to warm up.

It was only then that he realised that he’d completely forgotten to give your locket back to you.

~~~

A few days had now passed and Draco had gotten several opportunities to give your necklace back to you.

First it was at the great hall.

He watched you intently from the Slytherin table, waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to you while you nibbled on a cupcake.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he watched you lick the powdery pink frosting off your Peony lips.

He wasn’t all that fond of those cupcakes you were eating but he’d have done anything for a taste of the frosting from your lips.

Before he could even manage to walk over to you, you stood up and walked away with your friends.

When you were close to the exit however, you paused and turned towards the Slytherin table to give him a tiny smile.

He quickly reached into his pocket to look at the locket, it was the exact pink shade of the frosting.

~~~

The second time he tried to return it was at Potions class.

Theo had so graciously agreed to switch partners with Draco and Snape did not seem to mind as long as the potions were brewed right.

“Crush the petals as best you can before dropping them into the cauldron.” Snape instructed and you quickly grabbed a fistfull of rose petals.

Draco watched in awe as you crushed rose petals in your hands, releasing the floral aroma into the atmosphere. The scent caught onto clothes and a flush crept onto his face.

“Well, are you going to help me, Malfoy?”

Draco silently copied your motion and stirred the cauldron till the potion was simmering and ready.

Returning your locket in the middle of Severus’s class did not seem like a smart idea so he decided to come up with a better one.

“We are having another party in the dungeons on Friday. You should come and bring Abott if you’d like.” Draco shrugged it off like it was the most casual thing ever.

“Will there be elf made wine?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he let out a rather loud scoff earning the attention of the sulky potion’s master.

“Malfoy, Y/l/n.” Snape called out, looking as unimpressed as ever. “Detention.Saturday.”

“Incorrigible.” Draco muttered and you nudged him in the rib with your elbow.

“Two Saturdays.” Snape said, before dismissing the entire class.

On his way out, Draco discreetly sneaked a peak of the necklace in his pocket because he already knew what colour it was going to be.

It was the exact same pink of the rose petals you were crushing.

~~~

Two days had gone by since potions class and Draco was no longer fazed when the necklace emulated the same shades of pink from the bubblegum you were blowing or the fuschia ribbon in your hair.

Draco also didn’t think it was necessary to make another attempt to return your necklace until Friday.

He already had a lot of things preoccupying his mind like actually planning the party.

There had been no Slytherin Party planned for Friday before Draco invited you and now, He was getting his friends to help him arrange one.

Crabbe and Goyle were tasked with getting more liquor, Blaise and Theo were responsible for music and food while Draco was responsible with the overall logistics like silencing charms and getting the word of the party out.

“All this for a girl.” Blaise mocked. Theo took this moment to whisper something to Crabbe who then whispered something to Goyle.

“Care to say it out loud, Nott?” Draco seethed as he watched his friends clutch their stomachs and laugh out loud.

“Theo called you a simp.” A teary eyed Goyle spluttered.

“A what now?”

~~~

Friday’s party topped the previous one.

More people, A wider selection of liquor, wine varietals, good food and music blasting so loud that the floors were vibrating.

As per usual, Hannah had already disappeared into some dark little corner with her paramour leaving you all alone with a group of Slytherin girls.

“I love your dress!” Exclaimed a tipsy looking Daphne Greengrass who herself was wearing a gorgeous turquoise number.

“Thank you.” You replied, giving her your most polite and friendly smile.

“Come now, let's go and dance already.” Pansy crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at the interaction. Although it wasn’t super obvious, you sensed that Pansy wasn’t too pleased to have you there.

Daphne intertwined her hands to yours and pulled you into the dancefloor with herself, Pansy Tracey Davis and Millicent Bulstrode.

Daphne’s surprisingly amiable nature took you by surprise but you decided to go with it. It was a party after all.

When she placed her hands on your shoulders, you mirrored. When she swayed her hips, so did you.

“He can't stop staring at you now, can he?” Daphne shouted into your ear over the music as you both continued to dance together.

“I’m sorry who?” You shouted back.

“Malfoy.” Daphne giggled. “ He’s been watching you all night actually. Why do you think he hosted this party in the first place?”

You stole a quick glance at Draco when no one was looking. He was sipping on a glass of whisky and watching you from a distance.

He had ditched his all black attire for a white button down shirt. The top two buttons were undone and his hair had a sort of laid back look to it

“See?” Daphne shouted again. “Hasn’t even taken his eyes off you once. It's driving Pansy nuts.”

Just to confirm if Daphne was in fact telling the truth, you tilted your head to the side to get a bitter view of him and the minute you did, your eyes met with his.

Heat spread all across your cheeks and he raised his glass to you as an acknowledgement before quickly turning away.

After that, it was just an intense and tactical little gambit of who caught who staring.

He covertly watched you sway your hips and you secretly noticed the way he tapped his fingertips on the glass he was holding.

Both of you refused to relent to whatever game this was up until the point where he grabbed a bottle of fire whisky and started to walk away.

You didn't even need to think twice about where he was headed.

“Go on.” Daphne nudged encouragingly.

~~~

Draco pulled the closet door open and stepped inside with a smile playing at his lips.

The last time he was there, he was introduced to you, your scent, your smile, your eyes.

Before that night in the closet, he took colours at their face value. They were nothing more than visual representations of light—what amount, what hue, what saturation.

It was strange how things had changed for him.

Not only did you make him see colours in a whole new light, you made him feel them, you made him hear them.

As Draco settled down with his drink, he saw the door creak open.

It was still dark but he could already tell that it was you by the scent of your perfume. Oh, he could never ever forget that aroma even if he tried.

Lumos.

Draco held his wand in front of him and allowed himself to turn to his side to get a better view of you.

Never had he ever seen someone glow the way you did under the lumos charm. The radiance in your eyes, the pearlescence of your skin and the curvature of your lips made him lightheaded.

“I feel like this closet is going to be a recurring thing for us huh?” You beamed at him and he found himself swooning.

Salazar Slytherin. Nott was right. He was a simp.

“I guess so.” Draco quickly answered, Blaming this dizziness on the lack of ventilation while taking a big sip of his drink.

“I don’t mind.” You said and twisted open the bottle of wine you’d brought with you.

“Don’t tell me you brought another bottle of that god awful wine in here.”

“It’s actually not that bad and it gets you drunk way quicker.” You shrugged.

“Why do I feel like I might have to walk you to your dorm again?”

He watched you take a long slow sip of wine and couldn’t help himself from noting that your lips were slowly getting stained red with the fruity nectar.

“Might?” You shook your head. “Sorry to break it to you, but this wine is going to catch up with me soon.”

Draco jokingly palmed his face, earning a laugh from you. It seemed like the perfect time to hand you your lost possession back.

“Atleast, I’ll know when you are going to be sick though.” Draco said as he fished for the locket in his pocket.

“How come?”

“Because of this.” He explained, holding the necklace out. “I’m sorry I should have given it back sooner.”

“That’s okay.” You murmured softly and pushed your hair away from your neck and he instantly took this as a cue to drape the necklace back to where it belonged.

“Ah…there you go.” He whispered into your ear before shifting back to look at the gem.

Draco expected it to be pink but to his astonishment, the gem had already turned a vibrant red.

A new colour.

He could see red in the apples of your cheeks.

He could feel red pumping through his veins and hear red in the way his heart was rapidly beating.

“It’s red.” You commented and he slowly nodded.

Even though he knew what red was for him, he needed to hear your interpretation before making his next move.

“What does red mean to you y/n?”

“To me, well…..red represents um..passion, something fiery, something that burns bright, leaves you breathless.” You whispered looking as if you were feeling almost as breathless as him.

Draco swallowed hard when he noticed just how close your face was to his.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“If I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”

He noticed that your breathing was progressively getting shorter. You looked startled at his sudden question but held his gaze nonetheless.

“I guess you’ll have to see for yourself, Draco.”

He couldn’t help but let out a hoarse chuckle before pressing his forehead to yours. “Is that an invitation hm?”

You didn’t say a word but the deepening red color of your necklace gave everything away.

Any remaining doubt in his mind went away when he felt you caress his cheeks with your cold hands.

He gently let his fingers slip into your hair as he closed the distance between your lips.

The kiss was reminiscent of the rush of first love. The innocence, the giggles.

The kiss paid homage that perfumed night in the broom closet that had started it all.

The kiss was bleeding, seeping, trickling In various shades of red and he was drinking every drop.

Draco Malfoy could finally tell what the colour red tasted like.

It tasted like your wine stained lips.

He backed away and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head and you gave him a shy smile in return.

~~~

The two of you spent the remainder of the party inside the closet.

Drinking, talking, laughing and more kissing.

So much kissing.

“Alright y/n, let’s get you to your room now shall we?” Draco sighed when he noticed that you were getting more and more inebriated by the minute. “Come on.”

You struggled to step out of the closet and almost tripped on your own two drunken feet.

Almost.

“As if I’m going to let you fall face first.” He mumbled to himself before lifting you up in his arms.

You let out a small laugh before looking up at him.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“I know you said to not make a habit of this but unfortunately for you, I already have.”

FIN.

~~~

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ibgarryandmary · 2 years

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I played the Ib remake last night! I wanted to give my thoughts on it. Spoilers ahead if you haven’t played it yet!

To start, the few things I didn’t like about it.

I think I prefer the original character portraits compared to the new ones. The original had an art style that was reminiscent of a children’s picture book which I really loved. The new ones, while not bad at all, seem like exactly what you’d expect from a pixel horror game and it makes them a bit less unique.

They changed Mary’s theme, which I’m guessing had to do with copyright. I can’t think of another reason why they would change it, and while I do like the new theme a lot, it’s strange to hear a different song for her and takes a bit of the nostalgia factor away during the scenes where it plays. Assuming it was a copyright issue, that would mean this is at no fault of the developers, but I’d be lying if I said I prefer it this way.

Now, for the things I loved!

The game is beautiful. The game always has been ever since it released 10 years ago, but the remake just adds onto the beauty. Because it’s pixel art if you haven’t played the original game for a long time, you may not even notice a difference, but if you’ve played it recently or have played it multiple times, you will definitely notice that it looks even prettier than before. There’s a button they added that lets you zoom in, which lets you get a closer look at the art, which I used a lot!

The new puzzles were great. They were integrated into the other puzzles incredibly well, and the puzzles that were changed to fit the new ones were made even better in my opinion. If you hadn’t played the original, you wouldn’t be able to guess which were from the original and which were added for the remake.

You can talk to Garry whenever you want! There’s a button alongside the zoom and menu buttons that lets you talk to your current companions, and the dialogue changes very frequently. Every time you enter a new room and almost every time you interact with anything, Garry and Mary will have something new to say. I love those characters so much, so seeing so much new dialogue from them made me very happy, and I would talk to them every chance I got.

I’ve only played through it once so far, getting the Promise of Reunion ending, but just like last time there’s still lots of endings to get you to play it again. They may have added more puzzles in the extra dungeon you get on the second playthrough, but I haven’t played it yet so I can’t say. You get an achievement for viewing every piece of art in the game, and it looks like you might get a new portrait in the gallery for it as well. There’s lots of reasons to go back to it and do multiple playthroughs.

The story is the same, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I absolutely adore the three main characters and the beautiful story, and even though I have played the original many times before, seeing it again in a different way made me emotional for so many different reasons. The story itself is very moving on its own, but seeing it play out again in a new way for the first time after so long hit me kinda hard. I first played this game in the summer of 2012, which means that it’s been right around 10 years since I played it for the first time. So much has changed in my life in those 10 years. I completely grew up and am now an adult with a full time job and my childhood so far behind me. There hasn’t been many constants in my life throughout those 10 years, but one of them was my love for Ib. I would always find myself coming back and playing it at least every year or two, and would always keep up with the little bit of fan art I could find of it. Playing the remake for the first time brought me back to 10 years ago, playing the original for the first time, being completely enraptured in the story and falling in love with the characters, not being able to stop, needing to see where the story would go next. There is a good chance this is the last piece of official new media related to Ib we will ever get, so maybe when I finished the game it should have felt like goodbye, but as Garry said goodbye to Ib, he promised her they would meet again. I still have to get all the different endings and collect all of the artworks to get the achievement, but even when I do 100% the game, that doesn’t mean I will be done. Just like before, I think I will always return to this game, starting over from scratch and doing it all over again. I truly believe that 10 years from now, even though I will once again be a different person than I am now, I will look back fondly on both the first time I played the remake and the first time I played the original, and Ib will, in some way, still be a part of my life.

I love this game, and I always will. Thank you so much, Kouri.

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