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tanoraqui · 4 years

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“I’m not sure how to split a throne evenly. We all have a sitting schedule?” OT3 :D

[memories suggest that this ask is literally at least 3 years old, possibly 4]

The Palace of Versailles had not been touched by war nor weather in 200 years. The Storm King fell to his erstwhile wife and her demonic relatives, the Golden Coalition shattered, and Simon Voltaire, then just barely done with his time as apprentice to the great Van Rijn, still fighting for Mastery of Paris, spent a frantic 38.5 hours building a shield generator great enough to shelter the whole palace. He succeeded, just in time for the jägermonsters to break upon it and flow around it into Paris itself. Decades and centuries later, he would regret this, would think of the lives he might have saved in the city he truly loved, rather than the symbols of a peace that was objectively broken. But at the time, it had seemed a great victory, and maybe that was worth it. Maybe the symbols mattered.

200 years later, the symbols still mattered, so the new Master of Paris held a great public ceremony as she let down her father’s shields and welcomed the public into the new Museum of Versailles, a tribute to a time lost and an ideal, perhaps, starting to be restored. The bloodstains were preserved along with the gilt, because such things should not be forgotten either. There were trumpets, there were banners, and there were royalty from four continents present.

First, though, several months earlier, she hacked in a small doorway for a few good friends, and described her plans while waving her hands as though gesture alone could summon monuments from the dusty furniture and trappings, could summon ghosts to reenact their stories of old.

“-gem-encrusted, so they were taken as people fled, but many reliable texts speak of the banners of each allied demesnes hanging in this hall, so I’ve already sent out letters asking if anyone still has theirs-”

Tarvek nodded. "I’m sure anyone who could would have kept them, with that sort of legacy. We have Valois, Austerhausitz and von Blitzengaard in the front hall in Sturmhalten. I’d be happy to donate them all.”

“No Wulfenbach anymore,” said Gil, almost believably lightly. “Crushed, or, you know, sold or something. I’m sure we can recreate something, though.”

Agatha linked her arm with his. “We’ll make something better.”

“I wanted to ask you, too, actually,” said Colette. “Can you check your Castle’s treasure hoards, for anything that might have been raided over the years?”

“Of course!” Agatha smiled brightly.

“Wonderful!” Colette grinned back, mischievous as she backed up against a pair of grand double doors, carved with a fleur-de-lis twice her height. “And now…”

She knocked one fist on each door and they swung open as though guided by those same silent ghosts.

The Storm King’s throne room was, perhaps, exactly as expected. There was only one light source, a skylight high in the domed ceiling, but chandeliers of mirrors and prisms caught it and cast it around the room, reflected back from mirrors stretched as ceiling-to-floor wall panels. Alternating with the walls mirrors were drapings of purple and red and gold, some patterned with fleur-de-lis and and others simply the colors of royalty, wine, and wealth. The floor was marble shot with gold in not-quite patterns that suggested lightning; the mural on the dome above echoed that of the secret room in the Library, a pastiche of the Muses hailing Andronicus in battle.

Relative to all the grandeur, the throne was almost simple. Gold, of course, and stylized with lightning bolts that looked like they could spark back to life at any moment. But, perhaps to the credit of Andronicus in life, it wasn’t on a dais of more than a foot, and it wasn’t any larger than a single man needed to sit in. It didn’t look comfortable, per se - the velvet cushion was dusty and moth-worn the lightning spikes on the arms looked uncomfortable to rest ones limbs on - but it looked like something meant for sitting and working in, rather than something for show.

Tarvek walked towards it as though in a trance, reaching out hesitantly even though he was still most of the way across the grand hall.

Behind him, Agatha and Gil exchanged glances, and saw the identical glint grow in each other’s eyes. Agatha started running a split second faster, but Gil had several inches in leg over her. Tarvek glanced back for a split second at the sound of their pounding footsteps - and then there was little that could move faster than a trained Smoke Knight, in the heart of everything they had once guarded.

“STOP, you idiots!”

The Storm King (arguably), the Baron Wulfenbach, and the Heterodyne all froze at Colette’s shout - Tarvek about to sit triumphantly, Gil on the verge of tackling him, Agatha several feet back and winding up to throw a dingbot.

The Master of Paris skidded to a stop before her friends. “It’s 200 years old,” she said, hands on her hips. “It nearly broke when Seffie sat on it, and she’s stones lighter than any of you, much less all of you at once.”

“You let Seffie sit on it?” Tarvek squawked, still frozen with his hands on the lightning-carved armrests. “When?!”

“Yesterday,” said Colette, with a tilt of her chin that dared comment.

Gil straightened as though he hadn’t been on the verge of launching himself bodily onto the dais a moment before. “Seems reasonable to me. It’s just an old chair, after all - and Seffie has good, um, interior decorating taste. I’m sure she’ll help you design a great museum.”

“It would be historically accurate, though.” Agatha’s voice was thoughtful as she tucked the dingbot back into one of many pockets, but the glint still shone in her eyes. “If a Heterodyne broke the Lightning Throne.”

She grinned at her boys. Gil snorted and Tarvek cracked a smile he couldn’t quite suppress.

Colette tossed her head back with a laugh. “Maybe you can all take turns, chéries - once I reinforce the seat.”

#girl genius #iztarshi #agatha heterodyne #gilgamesh wulfenbach #colette voltaire #tarvek sturmvoraus #fanfiction #my fic #agatha #gil #tarvek #colette #'the rest is pointless'#this was going to be slightly angstier and they were actually going to break the chair before i thought to include colette #only slightly - still silly and ot3 content #random anon asks #ask meme?

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blisschi · 3 years

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Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, and Xiao x GN! Reader where the boys have a really bad nightmare and they wake up and panic/cry when the reader isn’t there next to them? (They’re really just in another room) comfort fluff always gets me :D

I'm not sure if that's exactly what you wanted,, but I really hope you like it! For some reason.. this work actually took a while to write.. (つω`｡)

🌷Next to you🌷

Pairings: Zhongli/Diluc/Kaeya/Xiao x GN! Reader

Warnings: None.. I think? Just slight angst!

Notes: I'm sorry! This turned to be a lot angstier than I wanted it to be.. Have a good read though! (*´▽`*)

•Zhongli•

You were just about to finish your work and join your sleeping partner in another room when you heard someone opening the door.

You turned your head towards the sound, noticing your lover standing in the doorframe, his eyes widened, hand a little shaky.

"Zhongli? Give me a minute, I was just about to finish this and-" You started only to be cut off by him wrapping his arms around you into safe and warm embrace. "Is everything okay..?"

You returned the hug, embracing your partner while he pushed his face into the crook of your neck.

He kept silent for a while, enjoying the feeling of your warmth, your arms wrapped around him. The feeling that you're still there, in front of him.

"Please.. Excuse me.." Zhongli whispered, his voice slightly raspy. "I'm relieved you're still here, dearest.."

You pulled back a little, only to look at his face - Eyes full of worries, looking right into yours curious pupils. Zhongli always looked at you as if he was about to see you for the last time. You smiled softly, lifting one of your hands up to caress his cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere, love.." You whispered, watching as your partner leaned into your touch, his eyes closing as a relieved sigh left his mouth. "And I never will, Zhongli."

He returned the smile as you placed a quick kiss on top of his nose.

"I love you.."

•Diluc•

It's been a pretty rough week for Diluc and today was finally the day he could get some rest. Unfortunately, he doesn't find peace even in the dream world.

You were downstairs at the moment, sitting near the fireplace and enjoying the warmth that wrapped around you in the pleasing embrace. Lately the weather seemed to be a little too cold for your liking. - That's why you often decided to just sit in front of the flames before going to bed.

Diluc, on the other side, missed the warmth of your body right next to his. Perhaps that was the reason of his nightmares? Even though he owns a pyro vision, his heart doesn't feel any heat when not around you.

You sighed quietly, closing your eyes as you got up from the couch, ready to join your lover upstairs in the bedroom.

As fast as you entered the room though, you noticed your partner sitting on the bed, head lowered and face burried into his hands.

"Diluc..?" You whispered, not expecting your lover to be awake by the time you joined him in the bedroom. "Is everything okay? Are you feeling sick?"

You walked up to him quickly, sitting down next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder. You watched as he turns his head towards you slowly, your gaze meeting his. You could see the fear in his eyes, but what could that he's so scared of be?

"I can't lose you too.." He stated, his voice shaky as his mind went back to the painful memories from the past. You wrapped you arms around him instantly and sighed quietly, feeling how cold his body against yours is.

"Luc.." You whispered into his ear, your voice quiet and comforting as you rubbed his back softly, trying to help him relax. "I promise.. You're not going to lose anything anymore.."

He sighed at the nickname you used, even though it reminded him of not so pleasant childhood memories, from your lips it sounded unusually angelic. As any word you've ever spoken to him.

"Don't make promises you can't uphold."

You smiled softly, placing a kiss against his forehead.

"I'm only making promises I'm sure to keep.."

Diluc returned the smile, lifting one of his hands up to push some stubborn strands of hair behind your ear. He caressed your cheek gently, pressing his forehead against yours.

"I'll protect you then, along with this promise."

•Kaeya•

Kaeya has been overworking himself lately. Taking naps in his office became something normal, along with not taking breaks at all. He'd often stay in his office for night, only coming back home early in the morning to instantly plop down on the couch and pass out.

You wanted to help your partner with all you had, that's why sometimes you decided to visit him in his office, bringing something to eat. It's been a while since you started dating the cavalry captain, that's why guards had no doubt if to let you into the quarters or not.

You opened the door to Kaeya's office, a smile on your face as you entered the room.

"Sorry for such late visit, I hope you don't mi-" You instantly covered your mouth as you noticed that your lover was currently 'busy' taking a nap. You smiled lightly and walked up to his desk, putting a bag with fresh buns down next to the paperwork. Your hand wandered to the top of his head, wanting to stroke his hair, but as fast as you touched him, Kaeya jolted up, his eyes widened.

You took your hand away quickly, your body frozen.

"O-oh my.. I'm s-so sorry Kaeya! I didn't want to wake you up!" You apologized quickly, lifting your hands up in defense as he looked at you, his gaze following your even movement.

He took a shaky breath and closed his eyes after a while, putting a hand to his forehead. Perhaps overworking himself started affecting his dreams.. Kaeya didn't even think that was possible.

Cavalry captain wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap, embracing you quickly. Kaeya pushed his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath of your calming scent as he whispered.

"For getting me out of there.. ..thank you.."

The sentence left you quite confused, but you didn't bother to ask about anything. You gently wrapped your arms around the male, returning the warmth to the other.

"Thank you.." He repeated quietly, painting a smile on your face as you brushed his cheek with your lips, placing a kiss onto his skin. His grip around you tightened, as if that was the last physical contact you're going to share.

"For getting me out of this nightmare.."

•Xiao•

It wasn't rare for Xiao to have nightmares. In fact, it was pretty common. His past didn't seem to let go of him so soon, his karma visiting him everyday in the dream world.

But he could bear with it, because you were next to him. You were there to calm him down, to cheer him up and understand his overwhelming fear. He was scared of losing everything he loves. He was scared of losing you.

One night he woke up from the nightmare, the same he dreamt about every night. You were just about to go to sleep, changing clothes in the room next door.

Xiao jolted up, turning his head to the side, only to notice that you're not laying next to him. He knew that it was nightmare, that you were safe and sound, yet something inside him kept telling him to check on you.

What if something happened? You're not going to make the same mistakes, are you?

He shoot out of the bed, lifting one of his hands up to his face to wipe a single tear rolling down his cheek. Xiao rushed to the other room, sighing in relief as fast as he noticed you.

"Xiao? I was just about to join you-" You turned towards him, taking a step back as he started walking towards you. - His expression hurt, steps fast. You widened your eyes when your partner hugged you, pushing his face into your shoulder. You could feel his tears against your skin."X-xiao?"

"Don't you dare leave me.." He whispered, his embrace tightening at the thought of having to let you go. You smiled softly, wrapping your arms around him as well. You closed your eyes, one of your hands rubbing small circles onto his back, as the other hand stroked his hair calmingly.

"I love you.. I'm sorry.."

For not being there when you woke up.

I'm sorry..

For having to leave one day.

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whatisthiswritingthing · 3 years

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Keep it a Secret - Part Three - Kristie Mewis x Reader

Sam makes it up to the couple for her reaction.

Note: This somehow became a little angstier and longer than I intended, but not a terrible ending. I think.

Y/N spent the day attached to Christen and Tobin, she hardly looked at Kristie even. After Sam had approached the couple at breakfast and Y/N had left the siblings to talk, she made her way to Christens table. Y/N quietly sat in the open chair next to her, Christen gave her soft smile and began rubbing her back. Christen shot harsh looks at everyone else at the table when anyone attempted to speak to the younger woman.

Tobin gently set a plate of food in front of Y/N, squeezing her shoulder before sitting in the chair on the other side. Christen gave Tobin a smile in thanks when Y/N didn’t even look up from the table.

“You’ve got to eat Y/N,” Christen leaned over and whispered into sister’s ear.

Y/N just nodded, taking a small bite, the just began to push food around the plate.

Christens hand stilled and glared at Sam when the sisters approached the table. Sam froze in place; Kristie took one more step forward before also pausing when Christen shifted her gaze towards her and shook her head. Kristie stared at Y/N trying to decide what to do, she knew Y/N still wasn’t ok, but she thought she would at least still allowed to be near her. Christens gaze soften when she saw how worried Kristie.

Kristie shuffled a couple more steps forward, eyes not leaving Y/N. Her heart broke when she saw how defeated Y/N looked when she finally looked up. Sam took a couple more steps forward, looking back and forth between her sister and Y/N.

Christen stood up as Sam got closer, her glare returning, “go away Sam.”

“I just wanted to talk to Y/N,” Sam started softly, shoulders slumped, looking over Christens shoulder to the younger woman.

Christen took a firm step toward the midfielder, Kristie reached out a tugged-on Sam’s elbow, “not now Sammy.” Kristie could see how intently focused Y/N was on her plate, glancing around the room, she could see how most of the team was watching, that Tobin was half out of the chair ready to back up her own girlfriend.

Sam looked around the room now too, noticing the tension in the room, nodded, “I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have said what I said to you yesterday.” She opened and closed her mouth like she was going to say more before realizing it was not the time, then turning and walking to her own table. Kristie remained where she was, watching Y/N push food around on her plate.

Kristie was startled out of watching Y/N when Christen placed a gentle hand on her forearm, “Tobs and I have her, she’ll come to you when she settles a little bit.” With one more look her girlfriend, Kristie nodded and went to sit with her friends.

Christen and Tobin kept Y/N close to them as much as they could. Y/N let them hover, not interested in any extra attention from the team.

During practice that morning, Kristie lingered at a distance, keeping her eyes on Y/N as much as she could. Christen keeping everyone away with a sharp look, eyes only softening when she would make eye contact with Kristie, letting her know Y/N was doing alright.

After practice, they were all spread out across the field, following one of the trainers leading a group stretch. Y/N and Christen at the far end of the group, neither saying anything, Y/N just going through the motions. Kristie slowly made her way to the pair, sitting next to Y/N without saying anything.

Y/N bit her lip and shyly glanced at her girlfriend, Kristie giving her large one in return. Y/N placed both hands on the grass next to her hips and shuffled herself closed to Kristie, just slightly. Kristie waited to see how close Y/N would come. When she stopped, Kristie closed the distance, shuffling herself along the grass as well, getting as close as she could, but still leaving enough distance that they could continue to stretch.

They sat in silence for a couple more minutes, both following along and stretching. Once the trainer finished, Kristie shot an arm out, poking a finger into Y/N’s side, pulling a yelp and smile from her girlfriend. When Y/N didn’t pull away or look irritate, Kristie went in again. This time, pinching the girls side, then spreading her fingers out and digging them into the muscles of her obliques. Y/N flinched, trying to contain her giggle, but Kristie knew what she was doing, she knew every inch of that body and what reactions she would get and from where. Diving in again, Kristie relentlessly began to tickle her girlfriend, bringing her other hand to other side.

Y/N was now sprawled on her back, giggling uncontrollably, unsuccessfully swatting at Kristie’s hands. Kristie grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them in the grass above Y/N’s head.

“Hey hot stuff,” Kristie said lowly, staring down at Y/N, keeping her arms extended, “I love you,” her eyes glanced briefly to Y/N’s lips before making eye contact. She really wanted to lean to close the distance and kiss her but knew this was not the place.

“Hey,” Y/N whispered back, her voice shy.

Kristie let go of one wrist, tapping Y/N’s nose, “let’s get you some lunch; you didn’t eat enough at breakfast,” her hand drifted down patting Y/N’s belly. She pushed herself up, tugging Y/N up with her, pulling her into her side. Y/N tensed, looking around the field, when she made eye contact with Sam, she pulled herself out of Kristie’s grasp.

“Y/N,” Kristie trailed off, watching as Y/N jogged away.

“I’m sorry Kris,” Sam started when she got close to her sister, “I want fix it, but she won’t let me get close enough to talk to her.”

“Yea, me too,” Kristie sounded defeated, eyes still following Y/N as she climbed onto the bus without even taking her cleats off in attempt to avoid anyone else.

“What can I do?” Sam questioned softly, also watching Y/N dodge several players in her escape.

“I don’t know Sammy, she’s pretty hurt right now. You’re probably better just leaving her be for now,” the older Mewis shook her head, shoulders slumped forward.

“Let me help Kris, I did this, I want to fix this,” Sam tried again, pleading with her sister.

“I really don’t know what you can do Sammy, I don’t even know what to do. I thought we were good last night, but today she won’t even look at me. She won’t leave Christens side, and she hardly even talks to her either.”

The sisters made their way to the bench, gathering their things to leave. Sam didn’t know what to say, she wanted to fix this. As they got on the bus, they saw Y/N already seated with her headphones in staring out the window. Christen seated next to her, looked sadly at Kristie.

“Put pants on and open the door!” Rose knocked loudly on the door that afternoon after lunch.

Kristie opened the door and flopped back on the bed she had been on before. The group of young players entering the room.

“Where’s Y/N?” Sonnett asked, dropped on top of Kristie, the blonde midfielder grunting at the contact.

“in Christen and Tobins room, said she would meet me on the bus when we go for our lift,” Kristie pushed the defender off of her.

“Can you get her to come back to the room after training?” Sam asked timidly, lingering near the door.

“Uhh yea, probably, I think. Why?” Kristie tilted her head to the side, confused.

“I already got it cleared with the staff. You guys are cleared to leave the hotel for night; I thought maybe you guys could use a break from the team. I found a science night thing at the science center here; you get do an experiment or something. I know Y/N is into that kind of stuff,” Sam nervously started, fidgeting with the hem of her t-shirt. Kristie sat up on the bed, watching her sister. “And, umm, it’s close to some open market where they have a bunch of food trucks. I know it’s not romantic or anything special, but I just wanted to fix this.”

Sam looked up. Her eyes sad but determined to show Kristie how sorry she was causing the insecurity in her sisters girlfriend.

“Sam, that’s, I,” Kristie paused, she couldn’t believe her sister set up a date for them, “Y/N will love that Sammy, she loves science.”

Sam nodded, still hesitant, smiling slightly when she heard that Y/N would like the idea.

“I know it doesn’t really make up for what I said, and I totally get why she won’t talk to me, but uh, this will have to do until she will.”

After training, Y/N dragged her feet towards Christens room. Hood up, still attempting to shut everyone out. When Kristie saw where her girlfriend was going, she grabbed part of the sleeve, tugging her back towards her.

Unprepared for the tug, Y/N stumbled backwards into Kristie.

“Look at you, still falling for me a year later,” Kristie smirked, wrapping her arms around Y/N, using the momentum to dip her and place a kiss on her lips before pulling her up.

Y/N blushed, fighting the large grin threatening to take over her face. Keeping her arms around Y/N, Kristie pulled her towards their room. She pushed Y/N against the door, pinning her there with the weight of her body while she used the key card to open the door.

Kristie opened the door by pushing more of her weight into Y/N, backing her into the room. She dipped her head down, kissing Y/N’s neck. Kicking the door shut with her she continued to walk Y/N into the bathroom, working her lips towards Y/N’s ear, “get in the shower gorgeous, I have a surprise for you after.”

With that, Kristie pushed Y/N fully into the bathroom, stepping out herself and closing the door.

She rushed to pull out clothes for Y/N to wear, leaving a note on top for the girl put them on. Kristie then made her way to Sams room to quickly get ready herself.

Walking back into her room half an hour later, Kristie saw Y/N already dressed and sitting on the bed.

“Is the surprise that you can actually get ready to go this quick?” Y/N sassed when she saw her girlfriend.

Kristie scowled, walked over and pinched Y/N’s side, “HA-HA, this is just for a special occasion,” she slid both hands to Y/N’s cheeks kissing her briefly, glad Y/N was coming out of slump a little bit. “Let’s go hot stuff,” she grabbed both Y/N’s hands and tugged her up.

“Where we going, Kris?” Y/N trailed behind, keeping one hand in Kristie’s.

“Told you, it’s a surprise,” Kristie threw a quick wink over her shoulder.

Y/N scowled at her, she hated surprises, but she trusted Kristie so followed along without complaint.

Her eyes lit up when Kristie pulled into the parking lot of the science center.

“They do adult nights here where we can do experiments or something, Sam registered us this afternoon, and there is an open market in the park a little way away that we can do dinner,” Kristie explained, reaching over to squeeze her thigh.

“Sam organized this for us?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up, surprise evident in her tone.

Kristie put the car in park and shifted to look at Y/N, “she did, she knows what she said was messed up and she feels really bad, so she was hoping this would help make up for it.”

Y/N’s eyebrows creased and bit her lip, “oh,” she looked back towards the building, “I’m not mad at Sam, she doesn’t need to feel bad or, uh, make up for it,” Y/N vaguely motioned to the building.

“No, she definitely has to make up for it,” Kristie said adamantly, squeezing Y/N’s thigh again to draw her attention back, “what she was said was fucked up and not ok and you can be mad at her. You should be mad, I’m still pissed. I hate that she made you feel bad or like you weren’t good enough for me.”

“Kristie, I’m not mad, she’s right and just said what everyone else was thinking. Sonnett even said it the night before.”

“No, not at all. Sonnett was kidding and I don’t know where Sam got it from. She knows how good a person you are and she sees how happy I’ve been this last year and knows it’s because of you,” Kristie told her firmly, bringing a hand to the back of Y/N’s neck, forcing her to turn it and make eye contact.

“I love you Kristie,” Y/N whispered, leaning in to kiss her.

“I love you too Y/N,” Kristie mumbled against her lips, “now, let’s go science.”

Kristie kissed her one more time before beginning to get out of the car.

The impromptu date night went great; Y/N had a smile on her face the whole night, which in turn gave Kristie a smile too. Sam didn’t know it, but she had unintentionally planned the perfect date night for the couple. Y/N had studied chemistry in university and loved any opportunity to use her skills.

Kristie laughed all night, trying to supress it when Y/N mumbled the answers the questions the instructor would ask, failing miserably when Y/N would correct them too. She had photos of the girl blushing after being chastised by the instructor when Y/N had modified their experiment to cause a bigger reaction than they were supposed to. Kristie had another of Y/N leaning to the table next to them, teaching them how to make theirs bigger too. Y/N just shrugged and feigned innocence when the instructor looked over at them again.

The couple made their way through the hotel hallway to their room, Y/N happily snuggled into Kristie’s side. They paused when they saw Sam sitting outside the door.

Y/N stepped forward, reaching a handout to help pull Sam up.

“I, uhh, just wanted to see how the date went,” Sam explained hesitantly.

“It was incredible Sammy! We had so much fun,” Kristie’s smile was huge, causing Sam’s to grow as well.

Y/N stepped past and opened the door, motioning for Sam to follow them inside.

“Thank you for tonight Sam, it was such a cool thing to be able to do,” Y/N still had a smile on her face, it reached all the way to her eyes.

“Yea? You liked it?”

“Y/N/N is a huge science nerd, it was perfect,” Kristie teased, patting Y/N’s chest. Y/N blushed and nodded.

Sam lit up hearing that, “Good! I’m so happy you guys had a good night, I really needed to make up for how I reacted the other day. You are good enough for Kristie, Y/N, and you obviously make her happy. I’ve never seen Kristie this happy.”

“it’s fine Sam, I understand.”

“Ok, uhh, good,” Sam awkwardly stood by the door.

“Sam?” Kristie called her.

“Yea?”

“Leave, I really want to make out with my girlfriend after our awesome date.”

“Yupp, leaving now,” Sam quickly turned around, opening the door before turning back around, “we’re good?”

“We’re good,” Y/N nodded with a smile.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #uswnt imagine #kristie mewis x reader #kristie mewis imagine

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aceinspace691 · 3 years

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Techno and Wilbur with 20?

Sorry that this took so long! I'm working on a ton of thing rn but I hope you enjoy! This turned out way angstier than I intended but ahhh hope it's good enough!

Prompt from here! ( prompts are currently closed but I'll reopen them soon I promise :] )

Warnings for swearing, injuries, fear, keeping a person against their will, angst Word Count ~1100

------Like a Rat in a Trap------

When Wilbur had begun his day, he hadn’t really planned on getting caught. Not that any sane borrower would plan on it, but still, it completely threw off his life plans. Those consisted mostly of just staying hidden and staying alive, but who cares about details?

It started when he ventured into the human’s bathroom, into the cabinet under the sink. He needed to get more floss to make rope with, and it seemed like a safe bet to do it now. It was well past midnight, likely around 4 in the morning. But in the darkness of the space under the sink, Wilbur couldn’t see much.

This usually wasn’t much of an issue; Wilbur knew the path by heart now, so he’d be able to get through and to the cabinet door without an issue. But as he neared the door, he was stopped as something threw him off balance and onto his side, hearing a loud snap echo in his ears and feeling weight on his leg.

There was a moment of pause where Wilbur thought hey, that sounded a lot like a mouse trap, and then the pain started. It felt like his leg was on fire and it hit him all at once. He was screaming before his brain caught up, and even as it did, he found he couldn’t stop. He shoved his hands over his mouth, willing himself to shut up, shut up, shut UP! before the human woke up and came to investigate.

But god, that was so hard to do. His face was soaked with tears and he drew in shaky breaths between sobs.

And then, as if things couldn’t get worse for him, he felt vibrations of footsteps, and they were getting closer. No, no no, no no no no no. The sound of the light being flicked on was the only warning that Techno got before the cabinet door opened and light flooded into the dark space. He cursed and removed his hands from over his mouth, pained whines and gasps leaving him. And then he steeled himself, and moved quickly, reaching for the metal bar that was on his ankle, trying to pry it off of himself and failing to do so.

A cry escaped him as the human reached for him, and he flinched as a rumbling voice said something, but the cloud of terror in Techno’s brain didn’t allow him to actually decipher it. But it sounded panicked, for some reason.

Another whimper escaped him as the human moved his hand back closer again, and Wilbur shielded his head with his hands, curling into himself as much as he could. And then, he felt more pressure on his ankle and he instinctively tried to jerk away, biting back another cry as it sent another wave of pain up his leg. The human grumbled again, sounding displeased, and then, a moment later, the weight was off of him.

His head shot up in shock, but it meant that he saw the hand coming. It didn’t matter; he couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t move fast enough, and the hand wrapped around him.

It was surprisingly gentle, with obvious care taken to avoid his limp ankle yet keep him firmly in his hand. He was sprawled on his back, a thumb bigger than his torso gently pinning him down and lifting him into the air. Wilbur blinked spots out of his vision as he was lifted, and his vision slowly refocused on the human holding him. His body was wracked with trembling. He tensed as he felt the vibrations of the voice as the human spoke.

This time, he actually made out what the human was saying, even with his mind fuzzed with panic and pain, and it sounded distant despite the proximity.

“I’m so sorry.” The voice was monotone, but no less genuine than one would expect. “I didn’t think – I mean, you’re definitely not a mouse, and you’re a tiny person.” A sharp laugh that made Wilbur flinch escaped the pink-haired human. “I’m not entirely sure I’m not dreamin’. Or hallucinatin’. Maybe I’ve just been awake for too long.”

“I-I’m real,” Wilbur found himself saying with a shaky voice, “please don’t hurt me. My foot, I can’t move it.” He could feel the panic bubbling up inside of him again as the human began walking, jostling him and pulling a whimper from this throat. He heard the human click his tongue in concern before he was placed onto a counter.

“I think it’s broken.” The human was saying, pushing his pink hair out of his face as he leaned a bit closer. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ll fix it, I promise.” He gave the borrower a considering look for a moment before pulling out his phone.

“Wh-what’re you doing?”

Techno glanced up at the boy on his counter, frowning slightly. “Figurin’ out how to reset your bones. I think it was a clean break, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.”

“Don’t!” The little dude sounded panicked again, not that he had ever really calmed down, but still. “I’ll be fine, just let me go.”

“Listen,” Techno leaned a bit closer, and Wilbur cringed away as much as he could, “it’s not safe for you to not have a functional foot. I’ll fix it and keep an eye on you until you recover.”

“But-“

“No.” Techno said sharply, and it almost made him feel guilty with how the little guy flinched. But it was the tone that said ‘that’s it’ and ‘that’s final’ and the little humanoid just ducked his head. “I’m sorry, but I need to fix this.”

He reached forward and hushed the borrower as he tried to protest, and before long, the bone was reset.

“You still need to stay off of it, okay?” Techno was saying, and the little guy died nothing for a second before immediately getting to his feet and trying to run. He stumbled almost instantly, and Techno steadied him with a finger. “Hey, what did I say? Listen, I’m not above sticking you in a jar if I have to.”

Wilbur fell silent at that, slumping defeated back onto the counter.

“So, what?” He challenged weakly. “I’m like, your petor some shit?” He spat the word and continued, trembling. “Or some kind of pity project?”

Techno let out a sigh, loud and long, as he fixed the borrower with a stare.

“It’s just until your foot is healed properly,” Wilbur pressed his lips into a line at that, “I swear.”

And Wilbur just had to hope that the human wasn’t lying

#mcyt gt #bitty ask #ace reply #ace writes #giant!techno #tiny!wilbur #there were several different ideas #and this is the one that I decided on #maybe I'll go back and flesh out the other ideas #idk we'll see

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raedear · 3 years

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Hozier drabble prompts? Don't mind if I do! This is probably cheating slightly bc it's a cover but "Do I Wanna Know?" please 🥰

Also, not on the self-titled album, but I read a Joe Nicky one-shot last year that the author recommended listening to "NFWMB" to, and I finished it in the time of the song EXACTLY, so. Ever since, that's the Hozier song that fucks most, in my opinion 😁

Full disclosure I read this ask as I was stepping out the door and my brain gave me the lyrics for a completely different Arctic Monkeys song before I could actually get this cover cued up on spotify for inspo. So I plotted a whole thing to R U Mine, and then spent the first ten minutes of my walk wondering when the fuck Hozier covered that before I checked this ask again and realised I’m just an idiot. I probably will write the R U Mine thing but cause I thought of a funny line.

NFWMB fucks beyond BELIEF. Very few things on this earth fuck the way NFWMB fucks.

DRABBLE TIME: I don’t know what to say about this, other than it took fuckin everything in me not to do my usual 10K words to reach the one scene I actually want to write nonsense. There’s a much longer and angstier fic hiding in here, but have the speedrun version.

He doesn’t know if Nicky wants him back, is the problem. Sure, he fucks him till Joe genuinely worries he might not be able to walk after, but that’s just it. They fuck, it’s outstanding, but then they go their separate ways. He doesn’t see Nicky again until his resolve breaks and he texts first. They don't go on dates. They don’t flirt (Joe flirts. Nicky looks at him with wide sea-grey eyes and smiles like each one costs him something and Joe drowns). The sum total of their conversations is Joe asking to meet up, and Nicky saying yes.

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Booker tried to warn him off going back to Nicky, but he couldn’t help it. He wants him all the time, it’s like an addiction. He wants all that focus directed at him, wants Nicky’s hands on him, wants Nicky under him, in him, any way he can have him.

They met in a nightclub for fuck’s sake, hardly the most promising place for something more. But Joe had Nicky once, and now he feels ruined for anyone else.

Every time they do this, Joe promises himself it’ll be the last. He feels pathetic, crawling after a hook-up, looking for more. He can’t even bring himself to look at other people when he knows what he really wants is Nicky. It has to be written all over his face, surely. Nicky treats him well, always takes care of Joe first, kisses him deep and lush as he comes, just the way he likes, but Joe can’t get a read on him at all. Is he just scratching an itch?

Each time hurts, but still, here he is again. On his back, looking at Nicky like he hung the moon.

Even if Nicky just made the first move once, then Joe would know they were going somewhere. But it was him again, craving the taste of Nicky’s tongue. Nicky had answered his text with encouraging speed, but that doesn’t really mean anything.

Nicky’s two fingers deep in him and sucking a line of bruises up Joe’s inner thigh at the same time, and Joe wants him so badly he can taste it. It gets worse when Nicky slides his way up Joe’s body, kissing as he goes, quiet as a mouse and utterly focused on touching every bit of skin that makes Joe shiver, twisting his fingers so beautifully that tears well in Joe’s eyes at the relentless pressure and pleasure of it all. By the time Nicky reaches his neck Joe’s crying in earnest, his hips rolling down to meet Nicky’s hand in a rhythm far out of his control.

Nicky kisses his tears away and rubs the pads of his fingers more firmly against his prostate, and Joe writhes against him, grasping at his shoulders; pulling him closer and babbling praise and please and more and words he can’t even understand, everything he wants crowding the tip of his tongue as Nicky pulls him apart from the inside out.

Nicky’s whispering in his ear, and Joe struggles to quiet himself enough to listen, desperate to hear anything he has to say. Nicky’s voice is so low that Joe isn’t even sure Nicky wants him to hear him, which makes it suddenly all the more important that he does.

‘—beautiful,’ Nicky whispers, licking the line of Joe’s collarbone, moving back down his body. Joe moans, deep and resonant in his chest as Nicky slides a third finger into him on the next thrust inward, stretching him tight around his knuckles. ‘Can’t believe you let me do this to you; let me see you like this, bello, bell’uomo, ti voglio tutto il tempo—’

It’s everything he wanted, but Joe loses the thread of Nicky’s voice as he starts to come, bucking on his fingers and almost screaming as Nicky wraps his lips around the head of his cock. He lets himself go, riding Nicky’s tongue and fingers and the memory of him calling him beautiful.

When he blinks the stars from his eyes, Nicky’s licking his lips between his legs and looking at him with those endless grey eyes. Joe holds his hands out to him, drawing him to his chest.

‘You want me all the time, amore?’

Nicky’s eyes get very wide, but Joe is merciless, he’s been waiting for any kind of sign from Nicky for too long. He hooks his arm around Nicky’s waist to hold him in place, and licks his hand to wet it for Nicky’s cock. The pace he sets is brutal, twisting on the head the way he’s seen Nicky do to himself, and Nicky’s body seizes against his, a breathy moan on his lips.

‘You can have me all the time,’ whispers Joe, low and serious in Nicky’s ear. Nicky moans, louder than he’s ever heard him moan before. ‘Tell me you want me, I’ll be there.’

Nicky nods, shaky and desperate, his hips twitching into Joe’s hand.

‘Tell me, Nicky. Do you want me as much as I want you?’

Nicky moans, and swallows hard, before he breaks and gasps a yes, please Joe yes, always against his neck.

Joe bites Nicky’s earlobe, twists his hand again, and Nicky comes across his stomach with a moan that comes from so deep in his chest it sounds like it almost hurts.

Somehow, Joe doesn’t think he’ll be crawling any more.

#joe x nicky #nicky x joe #immortal husbands #kaysanova #tog #the old guard #ask fic #ask me anything my dudes

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musicallisto · 3 years

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Ψ — 𝐜𝐨́𝐦𝐨 𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫; (leo valdez x reader)

@fives-cup-of-coffee requested: Hi can I please get Leo Valdez (Hoo) + number 142? Tysm,bb ! Love your blog💗💗 song: morat - cómo te atreves | 𝄞

summary: In which Leo Valdez was having a good day. That is, of course, until you showed up.

word count: 1.9k author notes: at first I wanted to make it light-hearted & comical as the song would suggest and then it progressively got more serious and angstier and then I just have no idea where it went lol I hate it here. I hope you like this! + stan Morat they’re amazing warnings: there’s like one bad word in Spanish and I hope it’s not too Spaniard bc I looked everywhere for a Mexican equivalent of “cagüendios” asdjdj Mexicans please correct me

𝐋𝐄𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐙 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 have had the boldness of saying he was having a good day. No bloodthirsty monster nor megalomaniac Titan had decided to take over the world or rip him to pieces; he hadn’t had to dodge a meteor or plunge into the heart of a volcano; and to top it all off, he had not heard Percy sing once.

No, really, despite the cold, biting wind that froze the February morning, Leo Valdez was having a good day.

That is, of course, until you showed up.

Maybe it was his wind-swept curls blocking his eyes, maybe it was the whirring of Festus’ mechanical breathing under his fingertips, maybe it was the total peace of mind that inhabited him as he whistled to himself, but he had been impervious to his surroundings, surrendered to the memory of his aerial stroll with Calypso earlier in the morning, completely devoted to patching the dragon’s attrition up, so much so that he hadn’t heard you approaching at all. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your visit after this many years, especially not on a cold morning in the woods of Long Island.

“Leo?”

“Woah, buddy, your clicks are starting to sound more and more like a real human voice. I might have to celebrate your first word soon.”

“Leo Valdez, behind you.”

He whirled around, and stupidly enough, the first thought that went through his mind was disappointment—so Festus wasn’t learning human communication after all, despite his best efforts. But when Leo pushed the hair out of his face and devised for the first time in four years your slightly embarrassed figure, hands buried in your pockets and abashed smile on your face, he couldn’t stop his jaw and heart from dropping.

So the suspect, gravelly grunt he had heard just before was not Festus protesting—duly noted. It was you, impatiently—and rather awkwardly—scratching your throat to catch his attention... You! After four years!

“Y/N?” he called out, and the way your name rolled off his tongue, with incredulity yet ease, was enough to remind you of how familiar his voice had once been.

“In the flesh. Ta-da,” you tentatively exclaimed, unsure about whether you should step toward him.

Leo seemed just as lost and confused as you were, eyeing you without truly processing it. No one, nothing had ever prepared him to face the return of someone he’d loved so dearly after losing them for so long. No prophecy had foretold any of this, no mischievous god had ever sent a cryptic message in a dream or smoke patterns. One day he had more or less started to accept the unshakeable hole you had dug in his heart when you left, and that he had tried to fill up as well as he could with new memories and songs and adventures — and the next you were waltzing back into his life as though he hadn’t spent the better part of four years struggling to forget you?

He took a small step forward without realizing it, but his body language read all but cordiality. A bubble of irritation started to form in the pit of his stomach and throat; he had started to fidget with his adjustable spanner.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

Behind him, Festus grated, a low and rumbling sound like still water stirring upon the approach of a storm. Leo swore he heard his heartbeats echoed in the loyal beast’s enormous ribcage.

“What do you want from me, Y/N? Haven’t you done enough?”

Oh, you had done more than enough. When you were friends and he had first fallen for you — you had mended his broken heart, stayed by his side as everyone went on to celebrate life and renewal and he was stuck in the downpour that Calypso’s first departure had wreaked. That was more than enough. When you were just a little more than friends and he had started to learn anew, step by step, what it meant to love, and first and foremost let himself be loved — you had been patient and kind, you had walked hand in hand with him on the road to healing, never pushing him to go further than he could. That was more than enough. When you were definitely more than friends, and he had found himself falling deeper in love with you with each passing day — you had loved him all the same, or so you promised, and made his every day an adventure and a safe embrace like no other. That was more than he ever deserved.

When you had left without warning for some foreign place on the other side of the world, leaving him only a note and a handful of colored glass shards, never to give a sign of life in four years...

That was more than enough.

You had dared to take one step forward, palms outstretched as if you were calming a wild animal. A frenzy of conflicting flames bubbled in Leo’s stomach — you were a stranger now to him, and he was once again happy with Calypso. Then why did he get the overwhelming urge to jump into your arms and rediscover the sweetness of your embrace?

“I’m so sorry, Leo, I never wanted to leave, I truly didn’t, but you have to understand —”

“Understand what? That whatever business you had to attend to was more important than me? That I meant so little to you that you just left me a post-it note with a sad smiley face on it and never came back? You didn’t send a word in four years! I bet you didn’t even think about me on February 29th!”

“Actually I left in April, but —”

“Can you imagine how hard it was for me to get over you? To forget you? No, scratch that—I haven’t forgotten you, no matter how hard I try to convince myself. But I was doing just fine, and you have a whole lotta nerve coming back now that I’m finally happy without you! ¡Pues huevos! ¡Al carajo todo esto!”

And he went on and on in a string of all the curses he’d remembered from when his mother argued on the phone, his cheeks reddening progressively, his breath faltering.

You stayed immobile, just an arms’ length apart from him until he had spewed out everything he’d carried for years. His chest trembled, shuddering at all the dust and waste it had swept under the rug, now displayed in full light before him; and you ached for him, underneath your cool composure, you truly did, just as you had ached yourself when you had left. How could you not? Leo had been light and warmth and fire and a comforting smell of smoke and gasoline and coffee-stained fingertips on your cheek and your neck... and most of all, the heart you would least have wanted to break.

“Leo...”

You murmured his name a few more times, until he looked up at you. Oh, that face, red and weepy and distorted by rage and overwhelm! How you hated it in those moments, like a cheap mask over a Roman statue!

“Leo, I’m so sorry. I know it doesn’t excuse anything, but trust me, I would never have done that if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.”

“What was, Y/N? What was more important than me?”

“I... I can’t tell you, Leo. I would if I could, but — “

“Of course! Even after four years, you’re still so full of secrets!”

“Jupiter told me not to say anything. To anyone.”

Leo’s parted lips, already fuming with more witty remarks, closed shut, and his chocolate eyes widened. The god of gods’ name was always enough to temper even the most boisterous of heroes’ fumes of anger, but not Leo’s erratic heart.

“Jupiter?”

“I got a mission from the gods. That’s why I left. To Rome. But they made me swear I didn’t say anything... not even an excuse.”

Leo swallowed, with difficulty, as if the information was a toxic flame permeating his throat. Before he could even register it, you continued, breathing deeply to steady your breathing:

“I owe you more than an apology... an explanation, at least. If you want to hear it... meet me in the woods at the gate of Camp Half-Blood at sundown. I’d understand if you didn’t come, but... just know that I’ll be waiting for you.”

For a split second, you were traversed by the thought, almost automatic, of leaning over to kiss Leo’s cheek, just like you had done it thousands of times to wish him goodbye; but you cut your impulses fast enough, only staring at his eyes for a few long minutes of dumbfounded silence before you turned on your heels and left.

In a single blink, the wind had caught your silhouette and carried it into the shadows of the trees.

And Leo stood there, colder than he would have admitted, motionless and partly oblivious to Festus’ impatient whirring over his shoulder. His chest rose and fell rapidly, quicker than the leaves rustling in the breeze; it had dried in his eyes too much for any tears to well up, despite the painful pang spreading in his chest. Had it not been for the weight in his ribcage, he could’ve believed you were but a ghost in the forest...

When you had left him without a word nor even a glimpse of a smile, Jason had admonished him to be brave and stronger than whatever misery you had inflicted; to not let any of your little games gnaw at his head and drive him wild. It was how Jason had always dealt with heartbreak and hardship because he was built of cold marble and electric stone; but despite Leo’s best efforts to follow his advice, he was Hephaestus’s son. Neither of them was exactly known for their fine handling of matters of the heart...

He had believed his inalterable strength would come back to him with Calypso. It was an endless ebb and flow between the two of you, each consoling him after the other left and tore a little piece of his heart. She had promised she’d be better — better than you, or than herself the first time around, he didn’t know, but he had believed her all the same.

But maybe what Leo had mistakenly taken for strength when he laughed himself to death with Calypso and captured her entirely with his lips, might have been solely absence. He had always had a knack for following in your steps... just like you had slipped from his embrace without a word, he had disappeared from himself imperceptibly.

Maybe he loved Calypso, truly and sincerely... but not in the way that allowed him to find himself.

Well, to hell with courage, with Jason’s heroic virtue and rectitude. Leo was realizing just then that the reason he clung so desperately to your memory was that he wasn’t ready to let it go just yet, and if it made him a coward, he accepted the fate with open arms.

“Come on, buddy,” Leo exhaled, a little shaky still. “Let’s get you patched up before sundown.”

Maybe it was a good day after all.

Or just a less-than-awful one at the very least.

tagging; @fives-cup-of-coffee @softeninglooks (all my writing) / @lxncelot (Riordanverse)

#mywriting #riordanverse #pjo #hoo #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #pjo imagine #hoo imagine #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez one-shot #leo valdez x reader #fives-cup-of-coffee

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koolkat9 · 2 years

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Not exactly an ask, but I have a slightly disturbing PrUk AU, where Arthur is "close friends" with Gilbert and they live together. One day Gilbert goes for a walk but never comes back and a few days later they find his body washed up on the bank of the nearby lake. This properly sends Arthur over the edge as he starts to go insane. Seeing Gilbert wherever he goes and the ghost of Gilbert lures Arthur into the very same lake, in which Arthur drowns, and the last words he says are "I love you."

Oh god this is so angsty...I'm about to make it a bit angstier.

So Arthur and Gilbert are not together and are only roommates who may or may not have a friends with benefits type thing going on. Arthur eventually falls for Gilbert (and Gilbert has fallen for Arthur, but this is from Arthur's POV so we'll focus on him). He actually was planning on confessing the night Gilbert died, which only adds to the hurt Arthur feels when he discovers Gilbert died.

The event of Gilbert's death itself of course has a major impact on Arthur's mental health, but it doesn't help that Arthur shuts everyone and locks himself up in their house after Gilbert's death. Be it because of his deteriorating mental health, his lack of sleep, neglect of himself, or a combination of them all, he starts seeing Gilbert everywhere. On one particular night, when Arthur couldn't get to sleep, he decides, after weeks of not going out, to go out for a walk to calm down. He walks by the lake that they found Gilbert in. He knew he shouldn't have taken that route and he knew he shouldn't stop, but he does both and just breaks down crying at the edge of the bank.

His mind, playing tricks on him once more, sees Gilbert in the water and in his tired, desperate state, Arthur tries to go to him. One issue, Arthur can't swim. As he wades through the water, reaching out to the hallucination, he goes too deep. At first he tries to keep himself up, but it's useless especially in his exhausted state.

Now fluff writer me is like, the spirit of Gilbert saves him, pulling Arthur out of the lake and making him promise to keep living for the both of them, but you have Arthur actually drowning so here's another idea.

Arthur, who has now passed on wakes up in the afterlife. Before him stands Gilbert with a pained look on his face. Since exhaustion isn't a problem now that he's dead, Arthur is thinking a bit clearer now believes he's just hallucinating again and backs away.

Gilbert remains in place, not wanting to make Arthur any more nervous than he already appears to be, but says: "I love you too."

Arthur crumples to the ground in tears telling himself over and over that this isn't real. Carefully Gilbert approaches telling Arthur that's it's alright, everything is going to be alright eventually pulling the other man into a gentle embrace. Gilbert himself is starting to break down as well, but once they are both calm, they pull away.

Gilbert wants to be mad at Arthur for letting himself die so pointlessly, but he knows Arthur has been struggling and that he didn't think his actions through so he can't be mad. Instead he focuses on being here, with Arthur now.

Once he's more calm, Arthur takes Gilbert in, running his hands all over Gilberts face and body make sure he's real. "I'm dead aren't I?" Arthur says, finally accepting Gilbert is actually here.

"Yes," Gilbert says solemnly.

"God I'm so stupid..."

"Not stupid...just...suffering," Gilbert suggested instead, "Am I happy with how this turned out? No. I wish you were still down there, living out the rest of your life, but... it is what it is. And don't ever let me hear you call yourself stupid over this. Because you aren't."

They hold onto each other for a little longer as they process everything that's happened, before Gilbert offers to show Arthur around.

#hetalia #hws #pruk #prueng #engpru #hws england #hws prussia #tw death #tw major character death #tw suicide #sort of #like he didn't mean to die #but it could be interpreted that way I guess #tw unhealthy coping mechanisms #au #hetalia au

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deansmom · 3 years

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I rewatched both of Andrew Garfield’s Spider-Man movies today and he’s still the best Peter, hands down. I adore Tom’s Pete, but he’s so smol and tiny, and andrews Peter is such a shithead and I LOVE him because he is the closest personalitywise to pete in the comics.

But I’m DEVASTATED that we were robbed of this slightly older, much angstier Peter meeting the avengers because WOW, imagine him with Tony Stark. They’d get along like a house on fire, jesus. Tony wouldve totally known who his dad was, if not actually known him, and would be a great balancing existence with the other movies. Like a pretty stable, sane person who knew (of) his dad? Wow pete would kill a man. Also! Also!!! Imagine him and Steve. Two true New York boys fighting side by side, yelling HEY I’M WALKIN/SWINGIN HERE and bonding over the loves of their lives falling to their untimely deaths.

“He fell off a train and everything? Jesus, that fuckin sucks, I’m sorry man.” “Yeah, thanks Pete. What about you? How’d your girl die?” “My childhood best friend turned into an evil goblin, stole her, dropped her and the clock tower was so damaged that it started to crumble with us in it. I tried to save her but I was too late. She hit her head and-“ “wow.” “Yeah.” “...at least you caught her. I couldn’t even go after him.” “...you are so, so bad at this.” “[around a mouth full of food] what???”

NATASHA AND GWEN DESERVED TO MEET. Natasha is immediately enamored with this kid who cuts herself out of webbing, steals a fucking cop car, drives to a power plant where she knows there’s a bad guy, hits said bad guy with her stolen car, and gets out to yell at her dumb boyfriend who tried to keep her away. Like, head over heels, “This Is My Child” immediate connection with the two of them. This innate recognition of the same disregard for their own lives and being stubborn, petty shits, in each other would be mind boggling.

Oh OH MY GOD FUCKIN CLINT BARTON AND AG PETER PARKER ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? ARGUING ABOUT THE BEST PLACES TO GET A SLICE OR THE BEST DELI IN THE MIDDLE OF A MISSION. ABSURD, I ADORE THEM. Pete loves lucky!!!!! Clint is astonishingly the second most well-adjusted avenger so like, if there’s anything that may Can’t make it to, Clint is the one who goes with him.

And Bucky and Peter??? OH. OHHHHH, these angsty boys with their big hearts, and Bucky’s kinda freaked out that Pete isn’t freaked out about or by him and Pete’s just like “🤷‍♀️ cap trusts you, who the hell am I to question him? Also, I could take you.” “YOU? Could take ME?? In what fuckin world -“ “in this one you asshole. Come on, let’s go then, bring it 😤” and Steve chimes in like a chump “uhh kid listen, I don’t think you want to do that” and Bucky’s just chomping at the bit bc an opponent who won’t throw punches, YEA, so they do it, they go spar and Peter has such little regard for his own safety in a fight that Bucky stops him to teach him how to fight. “Alright kid what the fuck is this?!” “It’s a punch! I’m punching you!” “You’re gonna break your fucking hand!” “So?? It’ll heal!” “It’ll heal?! Jesus fucking Christ, there’s two of him, how the fuck - okay. Okay, look here’s what you’re gonna do, will you stop trying to hit me for a moment??”

He can actually take Bucky in a fight, mind you. Also he’s kinda terrified of Natasha but he finds her in his kitchen eating lunch with aunt May more than once & knows way more than Natasha will ever tell any of the other avengers ever. And she takes him to buy some new clothes when he asks for her opinion because he’s only gotten new jeans in the last 5 years and nothing else, and now he has to go on job interviews.

#personal #I am heartbroken this was stolen from us give me angsty boy Peter

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Put a Little Love on Me (Emily Sonnett x Reader)

Request: Emily x Reader Based on Put a Little Love on Me by Nial Horan

Author’s Note: So Im gonna be honest here, I actually had an entirely different, much angstier plan for this, but i just couldn’t seem to get this image out of my head. I hope you enjoy and that I hit the request enough! Hit me up with questions or comments, it gives me life to know what y’all think.

The word you would use for you and Emily was inevitable. Like two magnets always being drawn to each other for better or for worse. Your careers weren’t really conducive. You were always on the road with your music and she was always on the road with her soccer, and where those roads crossed was few and far between.

Distance was hard, and the main cause of issues in your relationship. That and the media was hell-bent on having you date every human being you interacted with. The fight had been stupid, she knew that. It was a bad mixture of Jealousy, exhaustion, and longing that had led to the two of you being at the same award show and not speaking to each other.

Emily sighed wiggling in her uncomfortable seat, waiting impatiently for the stupid commercial break to be over. The quicker they got through this, the quicker she could talk this out with you. You were only sitting 3 rows ahead of the team, but so far you hadn’t spared a glance in their directions, not even when you had left to go get ready for your performance. She fucked up, she knew that, but it still hurt to have you blatantly ignore them.

“What happened between you and hot stuff?” Lindsey asked, bumping Emily’s shoulder. You were avoiding her as much as you were avoiding Sonnett, and she needed to know why. She was your best friend too.

Emily looked down, picking at a loose thread on her red dress.

****

“It’s not like I have a choice Emily,” You growled back, your hand ripping frustratedly through your hair as you paced the living room.

You were only in town for the next 36 hours and you wanted to celebrate with your girlfriend, but she was too hung up on a stupid music video. A stupid music video that was currently number 1 in the world.

“But you do. You didn’t have to do a sexy dance with your duet partner,” She growled back from her place on the couch. You were the big name in the diet with Camila. You were the one with all the control. Maybe Camila wasn’t your type, but that hadn’t made watching her dance all over you any easier.

“Emily…” You huffed, slumming back onto the couch and scrubbing your eyes. It was complicated. Yes, you had some control, but the pressure had been insane. Camila was in a committed relationship with her bandmate, and you were in love. You had given in because you didn’t want another fight with your managers. And you didn’t want them to take away the already limited time you had with your girl.

“Don’t Emily me! The entire world thinks you’re fucking her and you decided to let her grope you in your fucking music video,” She growled back dangerously, allowing her frustration with the media and her jealousy take complete control. Hiding how much it hurt to watch you do some of those moves with Camila. To watch her whisper senorita in your ear. Emily knew she didn’t call you that, so who was?

“I’m not cheating on you Emily, I fucking love you, and I just wanna enjoy the time I have with you,” You sighed, just so tired of all of this fighting. Was one quiet night with your girl too much to ask for?

“What, just so you can go running back to her?” Emily spat, and you winced.

“We’re on tour babe, she’s my opening act, nothing more, and you okayed it, so I don’t know what your problem is. I love you,” You explained slowly, emphasizing the word you. You only wanted her, why wouldn’t she believe you?

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you. Your face stayed buried in your hands, and Emily’s chest heaved. If you couldn’t understand why she was upset that another woman was all over you, then maybe you didn’t care about her as much as she cared about you.

“Well, if you can’t grasp it, then why don’t you just go?” She said, her voice barely above a whisper, and your wide eyes snapped to her. It felt like your whole world was caving in on you, if you lost Emily, you didn’t know what you’d do.

You opened and closed your mouth several times, finally only a feeble “What, Em-,” squeaked past your lips. Her face remained impassive, as though shattering you was easy.

“Get. Out.” She gritted out, pointing towards the door.

You stood, pausing only to stare at her for a few more seconds. The silence between you was heavy, like mud seeping into your bones.

“I love you, Emily, only you,” You sighed, hanging your head in defeat, and walking out the door. You spared her a glance, wondering how this night had turned out like this. You had been high on the excitement of finally getting to see her, and now you were crashing back to reality. You waited for her to respond, shaking your head when she wouldn’t even look in your direction.

****

“We had a fight,” Emily huffed, pulling around the loose strand. The fight was stupid, but she never thought you’d actually leave. That you’d walk away instead of staying and fighting for her. She had sulked all through the first days of camp until the first letter appeared.

“Hmm, is that why you’ve been getting so many letters?” Lindsey smirked, and Emily rolled her eyes.

“No, that was because I wouldn’t pick up my phone,” She snorted, remembering the words that had accompanied the first page. You had said that maybe you could be like Noah from the notebook. That if she wouldn’t answer your calls, then you’d write her a letter every day. And then maybe she’d be like Allie and come back to you.

You had kept your word. Every day between then and now you had written her a letter, and sometimes she wrote you back. You made up and “talked” out your issues, and now it was time for the reunion. At least she hoped that's what you were thinking.

“Gotta admit, she’s got game,” Kelley snorted from beside Lindsey. You were a true romantic at heart and that never ceased to amaze them. You were essentially apologizing with Emily’s favorite movie.

“And she’s totally in love with you Emily,” Alex added over her girlfriend's shoulder. No one sent almost 100 letters unless they were super in love.

Emily nodded, she knew you loved her and only her. It also helped that Camila was cuddled up with her own girlfriend 2 rows in front of them. It was hard to be jealous when you saw the person of your ire being utterly lovestruck with someone else (and she was pretty sure that the only person Camila wanted to call her Senorita was Lauren).

****

“You ready kid?” Your manager asked, straightening the collar of your suit.

You nodded hesitantly “I just hope she dances with me,” you mumbled. If she stayed in her seat, you didn’t know what you were going to do. You had planned this, and the only person who didn’t know was the main component.

You sighed. You wondered about her every day, where she was, how she was doing. You knew you loved her, and you were about to show her.

“She’d be an idiot not to,” You manager smiled, patting your back, and you gulped. You hoped so. You were pretty sure she would, she had forgiven you. She had even replied with I love yours, so hopefully, this all worked out. You had so much love for her that you could only pray it would be enough.

*****

You looked breathtaking on stage, standing in that navel blue suite. The performance was simple, just you and a mic in the spotlight, a piano playing in the background. It was odd for you not playing your accompaniment, but you did everything for a reason. Emily bit her lip, unable to take her eyes off of you. The spotlight mixed with that color made you look… so suave. Almost like the female James Bond.

“She looks sad,” Lindsey mumbled, patting Emily’s leg lightly. And Emily leaned forward, looking closer. She took in the furrow of your eyebrows, how you bright Y/E/C orbs were slightly dulled.

“The song is sad,” She huffed. She knew how much this song meant to you. She had asked about it frequently in your letters, and you had been honest about how much pain you were in.

“Not the ending,” Lindsey smirked, and Emily nodded. The two of you had made up and the end of that song reflected that.

“I wonder what her plan is, she never does anything this simple,” Emily murmured, smoothing out a crinkle in her red dress. If you weren’t playing the piano, then you had to have something big up your sleeve.

You Unhooked the mic and began wandering down the steps.

“She’s coming this way,” Lindsey said shocked, and suddenly, Emily’s hand was balling the material of her dress in her fist, and your eyes met for the first time that night. All of your attention was on her.

You walk slowly down the aisle, the bridge ringing through the room. The audience stared at you in awe, but you only had eyes for one woman. A woman who you had pulled several strings to have sitting on the end of the row.

You stopped in front of her, just as you got to the acoustic section right before the final chorus. Reaching out a hand and sending her a pleading look when she didn’t immediately take it, praying to God that this wouldn’t backfire on you. She stared at you wide-eyed, frozen at the suggestion.

You bit your lip as the tension in the room seemed to grow. The eyes on you waiting with bated breath to see what Emily would do. Lindsey nudged her, snapping Emily out of her daze.

You smiled encouraging down at her, and just as the final chorus began, she delicately placed her hand in yours. You pulled her up into you, her arms wrapping around your neck as yours landed on her waists, and the two of you began to sway in a slow dance.

“When the lights come up we’re the only ones dancing, I look around and you’re standing there asking, you’re the only one I need,” You sing quietly conscious of your proximity, staring into Emily’s bright blue with so much love as the lights flash on, and you’re the only two dancing.

She leans in close to you, just as you get the final line, her breath fanning across your lips, your foreheads touching.

Her lips press against your own, stealing the final note. The crowd erupted in thunderous applause and wolf whistles, but you don’t hear any of it. All of your attention focused solely on the woman in your arms. The woman that you loved so dearly and were so terrified of losing.

“I love you, only you Emily,” You breathed out, squeezing her side lightly.

“I know. I love you too,” She smiled, pecking your lips again. It felt so nice to hold her close, to have her right here in front of you. You reluctantly pulled away as the announcers called your name. You shot over your shoulder, before reconnecting your forehead with Emily’s. You just wanted to live in this moment forever.

“go, I’ll see you later,” Emily whispered, nudging your nose with her own and pushing you lightly in the direction of your impatiently waiting team.

You laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her with you. “You’re coming with me babe, you’re the only one I need,” You shoot her a goofy thing, kissing her knuckles.

“Put a little love on me,” She hummed back, wrapping her arms around you and kissing just behind your ear.

You loved her and she loved you and that was all that mattered. You were magnets, always trying to find each other, always pushing and pulling, always connected. You would talk about the details later, for now, you would just bask in being together again.

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checkurwindow · 3 years

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i’m so scared

Book: Open Heart

Warnings: It’s a lot longer than my usual fic and much angstier, but hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Teen for light swearing.

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC

Word count: 5200+ I KNOW!! It’s the single longest piece of writing I’ve ever written.

Author’s note: I’m actually really proud of this fic so please reblog and let me know what you thought of it! Here’s my masterlist for more content! I wrote a sequel to this fic too!

One

That’s how old she was when her father left. Her mother knew that he was never going to stay, but that didn’t stop her from breaking down every night for 3 months when she thought her beloved daughter had fallen asleep, when instead she lay awake, wondering what could have happened to make her mother hide her sadness every day, only letting her walls come down when she thought nobody was watching.

She didn’t understand much beyond that, just knowing that her dear old dad had left for a pack of cigarettes and milk, but left behind only a stack of legal papers on the counter while her mother had gone off to work, desperate to give her little girl the best life she could.

Two

The number of people in her family. She and her mom, her mom and her. It was just the two of them, or at least that’s what her mother told her every time she asked. She was fine with that, she loved her mother with all her little heart. She didn’t need anybody else.

Her mom had found a job in Providence, a job that could support both of them, and an apartment that had a reasonable rent. She was scared at first, moving to a “big city”, but her mom assured her that it was a kingdom, and she was the princess.

Three

That was the number of bracelets she had gotten for her fifth birthday. She and her mom had been walking downtown, running some errands, when they walked past a jewelry store and saw the set of three bracelets in the store window.

She had asked her mom if she could have them, even resorting to using her best puppy dog eyes in an attempt to persuade her.

Her mom had told her that they were too expensive, and they didn’t have enough money to buy them. She was disappointed, sulking the rest of the way home.

3 weeks later, her mom returned to the jewelry store, spending almost a month's worth of her salary to buy that special set of bracelets for her daughter. She was beyond excited when she woke up on her birthday and saw that bright pink box next to her bed.

She started showing off those prized possessions of hers to all her friends at school. One was gold with a diamond charm, the other was silver with a ruby charm. The last was bronze with a deep sapphire charm. The bronze one was her favourite, even after Derek Reagan said it was ugly. She told Derek that he was ugly.

Four

That was the grade she was in when she met him.

It was a usual Monday, she was rushing through some unfinished homework when Mr Kingston, her teacher entered, accompanied by a boy who looked just a little taller than her.

Turns out it was a new student, transferring from another school that had just closed down. He was wearing a blue button-down, a big difference from the rest of the boys in her class whose t-shirts were either dinosaurs, or cars, or superheroes. He introduced himself as Ethan Jonah Ramsey while the rest of the class stared blankly at him, before returning to their own friends. Mr Kingston assigned him to the seat next to her.

“Hi, Eefen Jonah!” She waved excitedly at him as he sat down next to her.

“My name is Ethan, Jonah is my middle name,” he corrected.

She made a small ‘o’ with her mouth, thinking for a short while before responding, “I prefer Eef,” she smiled, making him blush slightly.

She took a container out of her bag, opening it to reveal large apple slices. She took one in each hand, careful not to let them slip as she turned back towards him, offering the slice in her left hand.

He slowly took one and smiled, “thanks,” he said when he noticed the set of sparkly jewelry on her wrist, “I like your bracelets.”

Five

That’s how many people were in her friend group by middle school.

First, there was Jackie Varma. She thought Jackie was a little mean when she first met her, she always picked fights with everyone. But she soon learned that she was only mean to people she didn’t like, and she even called Derek stupid when he was mean to her. She asked Jackie if she wanted to have lunch with her after that.

Next was Sienna Trinh. She was nice to everyone, and her first friend at school. She always shared her food, usually sweet treats, with everyone in class, even when Jackie was convinced they were poisonous, she never stopped radiating her positivity.

Bryce Lahela was a flirt. And rightfully so, as every girl in her class had a crush on him. Every girl except her. Bryce was convinced he knew the reason why, and voiced his opinion every chance he got, “She doesn’t have a crush on me because she’s in love with Ramsey, that’s the only reason.”

She would always blush when he said that, which was often seeing how he and Jackie bickered daily about it. Yes, she and Ethan had been best friends since fourth grade. Yet that was all they were. Best friends, never venturing out of that sacred zone.

And then there was Ramsey himself. He had gotten tall, very tall. He was easily the tallest of the group, while she was one of the shortest, barely taller than Sienna. He was a bit gangly and awkward, sometimes very quiet as well, but he was her best friend.

Six

That was the day of the month Ethan was born.

He was turning fifteen, and begged his dad for money instead of his usual books. His dad thought it was strange, as reading had quickly become one of his favorite pastimes, but waved it off as typical teenager behaviour.

A couple days before, she had lost her treasured bracelets. She had taken them off during art class, careful not to spill paint and ruined her favourite set of jewelry. She had rushed off after class because she wanted to get the cafeteria pizza while it was still fresh and hot for all her friends, and accidentally left the bracelets behind. When she came back to get them after lunch, however, they were gone. She cried for the first time in what felt like forever.

Ethan’s dad had done what he had asked of him, giving him cash for his birthday. Upon receiving his present, he rushed up to his room and took his box of savings out from the top of his closet, almost falling off the chair he was climbing to get them.

He hurriedly counted up all his money, adding to the amount he had been saving, ecstatic when he realised he had a little more than what he needed. He quickly ran out, wallet in hand, barely able to tell his dad that he was going out as he sprinted out the front door.

He finally made it to the jewelry store that, after much research, he knew carried the same set of bracelets as the ones his best friend had lost. The attendant asked what a young man like himself was doing buying such an expensive set of jewelry, teasing about if using all his hard-earned cash by doing extra chores was really worth it for a girl.

He smiled widely, heart racing from the sprint over, but nodded rapidly, forking over the money he had planned to use to buy a new set of books. When he got home, he put the shiny new bracelets in a box, doing his best to wrap them in bright red wrapping paper, her favourite colour.

At school the next day, he got in early and slipped the box into her desk drawer before she arrived.

“Eef,” that’s what she called him when something big was happening, “you won’t believe what I found!” she squealed to him after class.

She told him all about the bracelets she found at her desk, while he smiled and nodded, telling her he was happy for her. Jackie made eye contact with him and gave him a knowing look, his eyes darting around the room when he realised, but she didn’t say a word about it after that.

Seven

The number of med schools she applied to. They all applied to med schools.

She applied to Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Princeton, Brown, NYU, and Johns Hopkins.

She was accepted to all of them, which was more than impressive. Her mother had never been prouder of her.

Ethan never told her, but he applied to the same schools as her, all seven. He got into all of them except Harvard, so hoped to every powerful being up beyond the night sky that she wouldn’t accept their invitation. He wasn’t ready to lose her, not yet, maybe not ever.

After spending countless coffee-fueled nights sorting through and weighing the pros and cons of each school, she finally decided on Johns Hopkins. Ethan did too, after he determined that they had the best professors there. At least, that’s what he told her when she asked how he decided.

Sienna, one of her closer friends in the group, was her shoulder to cry on if Ethan wasn’t around, which was rare but had happened a couple times throughout the years. Sienna decided to go to Princeton, along with her boyfriend, Wayne, or was it Dwayne? Nobody really knew as he never bothered to show up most of the time when they reluctantly invited him per Sienna’s request.

The rest of their friend group split up, each going to a different med school. They made a pact one drunken night the summer before they all headed out to med schools all across the country.

They promised to meet up every chance they could, even if it meant driving in the middle of the night through storm and snow. Jackie insisted it was way too cheesy when Sienna half sobbed, half stated it while they sat on Bryce’s rooftop, bottles of alcohol and snacks surrounding them, but in the end, the tears made Jackie agree.

Ethan helped her pack for college, something she assured him she could easily do herself but he insisted anyway. He helped move her things into her dorm, something he hadn’t yet done for himself but he didn’t care. They met her roommate, Grace Young, who upon first seeing them, mistakenly assumed they were dating. She quickly corrected Grace, properly introducing Ethan as her best friend.

Eight

That’s the number of years it took for Ethan to realise he was in love with her.

Why it had taken him so long, he didn’t have a single clue. He should’ve realised it sooner, but now he couldn’t not see it. Ethan was completely sure he was mind-blowingly in love with her.

Why hadn’t he noticed the first day he met her, when she immediately shared her apple slices with him, making him feel welcome and accepted unlike most of the class. Sure, he had figured out long ago that she was beautiful, but he never thought it was love.

Why hadn’t he noticed it all through middle school, when Bryce mercilessly teased the both of them about it. “Damn,” he thought, “I hate it when Bryce is right.”

And why had he not realised it in high school, when he spent all his savings he earned over countless summers to replace the bracelets that she lost? When instead of bullying her, Derek Reagan started flirting with her, which made Ethan so angry when he saw it happen, but ecstatic when she turned him down in front of the whole school, citing all the times he had bullied and picked on her. Friends don’t do that for each other. But she was more than just a friend, wasn’t she?

Ethan should’ve known when he followed her 370 miles away from their hometown just to be at the same med school as her. Sure, it was a great school, but that wasn’t the reason he was there. He was there for her. You don’t just do that for a friend you like or even have a crush on. No, he loved her.

It was quite ridiculous, really. How had she gotten him wrapped around her finger, and without him even realising for so many years? Ethan knew he was helpless to her charms, he would do anything she wanted him to do, he would’ve followed her to the ends of the earth if she had asked.

But did she know? That was the thought that circled around his head during sleepless nights as he tossed and turned in his bed. Did she know how weak she made him? How helpless he was when it came to anything that had to do with her?

He quickly decided that she couldn’t have known. She wouldn’t have let him spend all his birthday money and savings on her, let him follow her to med school, let him torture himself all these years if she knew it was all for her.

Nine

That’s how many apartment listings she had to choose from.

She sat in the coffee shop near the hospital reading over the listings. Now that they had started their residency, Grace had been matched with another hospital and moved in with fellow interns there.

This one was too expensive, that one would be too loud. She had no idea which one to choose. And to add to her troubles, she had no roommate. There was no way she could find a reasonable place in downtown Boston without a roommate, it was impossible.

That’s when Ethan walked through the door, his hair combed to perfection as usual.

“Ethan, thank god you’re here. Come help me pick out an apartment,” she pleaded, showing him pictures of all the listings.

He shrugged his jacket off as he sat down next to her, inhaling the comforting scent of hers he had grown to love over all these years that wafted through the air.

“This one looks nice,” he pointed to one of the listings, “barely a block away from the hospital, great lighting, tons of restaurants around, and the rent would be affordable for two people.”

“I know, it’s perfect but I can’t afford it,” Ethan frowned and looked up at her in confusion.

She let out a defeated sigh, “I haven’t found a roommate yet, and there’s no way I can afford that place all on my own,” she admitted and turned back to the other listings in search of a cheaper place, the frown still evident on her face.

“I’ll be your roommate,” he mentally cursed himself the second those words escaped from his mouth. He had just offered to be roommates with his best friend that he just happened to be hopelessly in love with. What could possibly go wrong?

His regrets immediately ceased to exist when her face lit up, full of delight. She threw her arms around him gratefully, hugging him as tightly as she could, and he knew every single moment would be worth it for her, “thank you so much, Eef!”

Ten

That’s the number of times he had tried to tell her.

The first time was when she came home after a bad day. It was pouring rain outside, and she had walked in completely drenched and in a mess of tears. After many attempts on Ethan’s part to try to get her to tell him what was wrong, he eventually gave up and stuck to comforting her instead. As she cried, soaking his clothes with not only her tears but the rain her clothes and hair had absorbed on the way in, he wanted nothing more than to tell her how much he loved her.

Then there was the time she convinced him to bake a cake together on their day off. He had accidentally gotten cake batter on her nose, and she laughed as she smeared some of it across his face, which resulted in a war using their leftover ingredients still on the counter. He never thought she was more beautiful than she was right there, and was tempted to risk it all. But he never did.

The third time was over the phone, he had gone home but she was still at Edenbrook, filling in patient charts when he received a call from her.

“Hey, Ethan.”

“Hey, what’s the call for?”

Her voice was momentarily shaky on the other end, it made his heart rate go up significantly, “I just wanted to tell you...hi,” was what she said after a long pause.

“You called just to say hi?” he laughed.

“Yeah. I gotta go now, bye,” she hung up before he had a chance to respond.

The next time was when they watched a movie. “Maybe a romantic movie would help,” he thought to himself as he loaded up The Fault In Our Stars. He was wrong. The movie only made her cry again, and he couldn’t bring himself to tell her then.

The next time, he was determined to finally do it. He stopped by the florist on the way home, picking up a bouquet of her favourite flowers, bougainvilleas. He even rehearsed the exact words he was going to say when he professed his love to her while walking back. But he opened the door only to be met with her wearing a stunning blue sundress that left him was speechless. Only she had that effect on him.

The sixth time was in the middle of the night, around 1 am. Ethan couldn’t sleep, his head was clouded with thoughts of her and her alone. He convinced himself he was going to tell her. Yes, he was going to march into her room and tell her. He got up to tell her, but instead heard her throwing up when he approached the door. He spent the rest of the night comforting her and making sure she was okay.

Then he decided he couldn’t do it himself. He called up Sienna, who had long since figured out who Ethan was in love with. Sienna actually laughed when he had asked her to tell her on his behalf. She thought it was a joke. When she realised he was being serious, her lighthearted behavior dissolved, instead, she firmly told him that he had to do it himself, and promptly hung up the phone.

Eighth time’s the charm, right? Wrong. He thought of writing a letter, “it’s easier this way,” he thought. All he had to do was write his feelings down on a piece of paper and hand her the letter, easy. He then realised that it was far too impersonal. He knew her, hell, he spent more than half his life with her. And that’s why he knew that if he ever did it, she’d want to hear it in person from him directly.

Then he tried to tell her as they walked back from Edenbrook after a long shift. It was a typical Boston day, and Ethan decided there was no time like the present to tell her. He had every intention to tell her, he really did. But she received an important phone call that she needed to take just as he was about to open his mouth.

Finally, he decided that he had had enough. He wasn’t going to let anything come between his plans to tell her the truth for a second longer than he needed to. He planned a delightful picnic for the both of them. They headed to a nearby park that she loved on a cool but sunny day, it was a perfect day. And that was what stopped him from telling her this time.

They were having so much fun, what if by telling her the truth, he ruined the day. What if he ruined their entire friendship, years worth of time spent together wasted and down the drain all because he was so selfish? What if she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, and that was the last good memory of her that he had? He gave up trying to tell her after that.

Eleven

That’s how many times she tried to tell him.

The first time was immediately after she found out. It was a shocking discovery, and she was lost as to what to do with the new information. It didn’t exactly help that it had been an awful day. On her way back to the apartment, it started to rain heavily. A terrible end to a terrible day, really. When she finally made it indoors, she instantly fell into his arms. She knew she could’ve told him there, but she didn’t.

She decided that they needed to be doing something more fun and lighthearted, so she suggested baking, and was surprised when he actually agreed. But seeing him there, covered in cake batter, who knows how much flour, and grinning at her, she wanted to keep this memory.

After feeling guilty for not telling him that day, she called him while taking a break from charts.

“Hey, Ethan,” she said, building herself up to finally tell him.

“Hey, what’s the call for?”

Her voice quivered, the nerves building up, “I just wanted to tell you,” she decided it was too much, she’d tell him another time, “...hi.”

‘You called just to say hi?” she heard his laugh on the other end.

She closed her eyes tightly, embarrassed, “yeah. I gotta go now, bye,” she hung up as quickly as she could.

The next time she tried to tell him was during movie night, but the bastard just had to pick The Fault In Our Stars. Since when did Ethan even start voluntarily watching romantic movies anyway? And he couldn’t have picked any other movie. She spent a good part of the rest of the night cursing the tears that choked back all the words she wanted to say.

Then she was going to tell him when he got back to the apartment. She spent so long in the bathroom practicing what she was going to say to him in the mirror. Time and time again, pacing in her favourite blue sundress to calm her nerves as she recited the words back to herself. But then he showed up with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. He had always been so sweet like that to her. She really didn’t deserve him, and she hated herself for not telling her then.

At 1 in the morning, she felt sick to her stomach, and rushed into her bathroom. She threw up all of her dinner from hours before, no doubt looking awful while doing so. Then Ethan showed up and spent the entire night comforting her. She knew she could’ve ended her own torture right then and there, and she was planning to. Up until she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Maybe she didn’t have to be the one to tell him? And so she drove an hour back to Providence to see her mom, seeking advice. There must’ve been a better way to tell him, a way that wouldn’t be putting her through so much agony. Her mom only hugged her tightly. She told her that she was the only one who could make the decision to tell him and wished her the best of luck.

She sat at her desk and attempted to write a letter, but how could you write someone a letter to tell them about such a subject? There was no way words on a piece of paper could explain how she felt. It wasn’t fair to Ethan, it had to be done in person.

And then there was the time they were walking back home from the hospital. She would’ve told him there, she should’ve told him there, but she didn’t. Instead, she received a phone call. She knew exactly what the call would be about even before she tapped the ‘answer’ icon.

The next was the time he set up a picnic for the both of them. It was a perfect day, it was the perfect time to tell him, but that was the moment she realised she loved him. She just wasn’t willing to stain the moment she realised she loved her best friend with her horrible news.

Finally, there was the time she actually told him the truth. It was cold, but she asked him to go up to the rooftop with her. He agreed, and they made their way up to the empty rooftop garden. They stood in silence as they looked out at the city around them, the city lights glittering like diamonds in the dark, or shooting stars in the night sky. Ethan tried to tell her first.

“I love—”

“Ethan, I’m dying.”

Twelve

That’s how many months are in a year. That’s how many inches are in a foot. That’s how many signs there are in the zodiac. That’s how many days of Christmas there are.

That wasn’t how many malignant tumours she had, Ethan refused to believe it.

Well, as he soon learned, that there were most likely more than 12 tumours in the person he grew up with, the person he loves, the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, the person who had much less than a lifetime to live. There were twelve tumours over a month ago, and she hadn’t told him.

He was so caught up in his own feelings that he didn’t know his best friend had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. It was needless to say he felt like absolute shit. She had end-stage cancer and he, a doctor, couldn’t do a single fucking thing about it.

He waited until he was out of her sight before he let all his emotions out, he asked her if she could go back in the apartment and leave him on the roof to process what had happened, she did.

He knew all about pancreatic cancer, he knew that the symptoms usually don’t show up until it was too late, he knew that it would’ve already spread all across her body. Yet, it didn’t stop him from completely breaking down after she went back down.

He sobbed, he sobbed until all the tears were gone, then he shouted, he shouted at the night sky, shouting at every being up there, screaming at them, asking how they could possibly curse the most perfect person in the world with an untreatable tumour.

Once he was done, once his tear ducts were dry and his throat was hoarse, he returned to the apartment, his eyes red and his throat sore. He quietly crept into her room, seeing those teary eyes of hers that broke his heart, that made every cell in his body hurt and scream. He wordlessly climbed into her bed and wrapped his arms around her. That was how they spent the rest of the night, him silently holding her in his arms, not willing to ever let go.

She fell asleep fast, she was tired, she was always tired nowadays. He was the opposite, his mind racing. He spent the entire night hating himself for not realising sooner, for missing all the clues. All the clues that were right in front of his face this whole time.

He remembered the first time he tried to tell her when she came home upset, was that when she learned the news? He thought about how she reacted to the movie they watched, he finally realised why she was crying so much more. Then there was the night she threw up, he cursed himself for missing that. It had been so obvious. But he hated himself the most for not spending all his time with her when he had the chance.

Now as he sat in the hospital room, his head in his hands as she slept soundly, all he could do was wait. Wait for the cancer to take her from her friends, her family, from him. That’s all he could do now, wait. Ethan had been in the hospital for a week now, she’d wanted to be at Edenbrook so that he could see her during his breaks, but he hadn’t worked since the day he found out.

He only went back to their apartment to take a shower every now and then, and even then he sprinted to and fro. They didn’t know when her time would be up, it could be hours, days, weeks, or even months. And he had to be around when she ran out of time, he would hate himself even more if he wasn’t.

He had called all of their friends, and they all took turns showing up at her room to see her. Bryce showed up with a gigantic stuffed teddy bear that didn’t fail to make her laugh. Jackie came with a million stories about her horrible intern, attendings, and patients alike. Sienna came in everyday bearing fresh home-cooked food for her.

His dad and her mom showed up most days too, providing words of encouragement for not only her, but him as well. They both figured out one way or another how he felt about her, and they knew how hard it was for him.

Ethan was always at the hospital, but limited the time he spent in her room. He couldn’t stand being at her bedside, watching her groan and moan in pain as he was completely fine. Everything just felt too real for him.

“Doctor Ramsey, she’s asking for you,” a nurse said. He looked up and nodded. His feet felt heavy, like they were made of bricks as he approached her room. He pushed the door open, and his heart dropped at the sight before him.

She was staring back at him, her eyes hadn’t changed a single bit. The rest of her didn’t share the same fate as her eyes. She was thinner, her face pale and gaunt, she looked exhausted. The hospital gown looked as if it was wearing her, and not the other way around. And despite all of that, she was still beautiful in his eyes.

“Hi,” she said in a whispered tone.

He pressed his lips together, choking back the tears that were beginning to form. He couldn’t handle this.

“You look awful,” she teased, which earned a pitiful laugh from him as he wiped the sides of his eyes where tears were moments away from falling.

She moved to one side of the hospital bed to make room for him. He hesitated for a moment, afraid that he would hurt her some way, but he eventually laid down beside her. Her frail frame clung to him, and he felt the dreadfully familiar feeling of her tears staining his shirt.

“I’m so scared, Eef,” her use of the enchanting nickname she gave him that he wholeheartedly loved made the tears fall from his eyes as he closed them tightly, holding back a sob.

He didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t find the right words, so he just hugged her as tightly as he could without hurting her and pressed his lips against her forehead. After all, what were you supposed to say to someone whose life you would trade your own with when they’re dying?

Was he supposed to lie and say “everything’s going to be okay”? He wouldn’t, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her any longer after all the wasted time he spent lying about his true feelings. No, he would hold her. He would hold her and love her until he couldn’t love her anymore.

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queen-iduna-of-arendelle · 4 years

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Forgotten

@marimancusi You wanted to see it, here it is. Although in my head it was way angstier than I was able to type down...

Major Spoilers for Dangerous Secrets! AU where Iduna let Pabbie make her forget about Agnarr.

AO3 ff.net

After nearly freezing to death and having had dreams of her childhood, Iduna was glad to still be alive and that the Trolls found her. She was still on a mission after all. “What are you doing out here, dear?“ Asked Bulda worried. “It's too cold for humans.“ No kidding...if she didn't find this cave she would've been an icicle right now.

“I was looking for you.“ Said Iduna, looking at Pabbie. “I want you to make me forget Agnarr.“ The Trolls all gasped in shock about her request.

But it was again Bulda who talked. “But why? Did you forget what we told you? You'll marry and have two daughters...“

“Stop that!“ Iduna yelled frustrated. “Stop. I don't believe anything you say! Agnarr has to marry a princess! That's what the council wants. And I know I can't stand there and let it happen.“ She just knew it. Seeing Agnarr with someone else would break her beyond repair. “I want to forget. We knew our charade needed to stop eventually. This secret relationship of ours meant nothing!“ Liar. She was a liar. This relationship with Agnarr meant everything to her. But it's because of this that they needed to stop right now! The king and princess of Vassar will come here and maybe she'll be the one Agnarr will marry. Or he'll entertain countless princesses till he found the one. It could never be her. “Please, just let me forget!“

The Troll's looked at each other worried, but in this moment Iduna really didn't care. It's her decision after all. “Is this really what you want?“ Asked Pabbie worried.

“Yes. Please.“ The old Troll looked into her eyes for a few seconds, before giving in.

“Okay...“ Bulda and the other trolls weren't very happy about it though and started arguing. But Pabbie told them that if Iduna was sure, they shouldn't stop her. At least someone was on her side. They fell silent as Pabbie came closer to her. “I can remove the memories of him in your head, but not in your heart.“ Yeah, she remembered what he once said to the ice harvester that day...“It's still going to hurt, like a phantom pain but you won't know why. And if you see him it will only get worse.“ He warned her. She knew the risks. But this was the only choice.

“I know. It's okay, though. We both need to move on. I'm just taking the first step.“ A drastic step. But what else was she supposed to do? They will get hurt eventually, so not forgetting him will only delay the inevitable.

“It can be possible that your heart makes you remember if you're confronted with too many memories...“ He kept warning her and Iduna tried not to roll her eyes at that.

“Agnarr won't come to my place, I'm sure. He thinks I'm gone for good. And even if, he'll back off once he sees I can't remember. This is the only way for us to have a happy ending.“ Iduna argued, ignoring the worried looks from the Trolls.

Pabbie sighed and took a step closer to her. “Okay...come closer.“ Iduna leaned down for Pabbie to put his stony hand on her forehead. She closed her eyes and already felt the changes. Something's being removed from her memories. Instead of all the memories where she hung out with her best friend, she only remembered being all alone. As soon as Pabbie was done, Iduna felt a weird pang of loss in her heart. It hurt. She's never experienced this kind of pain before.

The girl opened her eyes and looked around the group of Trolls. “What...am I doing here?“ She asked, trying to remember why she left her home and was now in a cave with the Trolls she once encountered.

“You got lost.“ Said Pabbie with a sad voice. “We found you in time.“

Iduna had no other choice but to believe him. She did remember going out of Arendelle in a hurry, but she couldn't remember the reason for it. “I see. Thanks for your help.“

The old Troll nodded. “You're welcome. Now go home, before another snow storm comes.“

At his words, Iduna grabbed her belongings and got on her wobbly feet. “Yeah...thank you.“ And with that said, she left the little cave and made her way back to Arendelle.

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A few days later Lord Peterssen came to her house, to tell her the people will be asked questions, even about their past. Not good for someone trying to keep her past a secret. He reminded her to keep her secret at all cost, but when he mentioned someone called Agnarr, his voice was all but some background noises.

The pang she felt in her heart when she talked with the Trolls returned. She had no idea who this Agnarr was, but just at the mention of his name her heart beat faster. Painfully fast. As if it wanted to jump right out and go to this guy. “Iduna, are you listening?“ Peterssen's question brought her back to reality.

“Yes.“ She answered immediately, maybe too fast. “Yes, don't worry, I'll keep my secret.“

“That's not what I was asking you.“ He said, frowning. It was very obvious that she didn't listen to him and there only a 50/50 chance she'll guess right.

“Sorry. But don't worry, okay? Nothing bad will happen, I promise.“

Peterssen sighed, but it seemed like he's letting it go. “Okay. Be careful.“

“Always.“ She promised and followed him to the door. When he stepped out, she closed the door behind him and started pacing around her house.

Who was this Agnarr guy? Why was her heart beating so fast at the mention of a stranger's name? And why did she care so much? This was very frustrating...Though, she didn't have enough time to think about it, as someone knocked on the door. Did Peterssen forget something? But as she opened the door, she immediately saw that it wasn't Peterssen. It was another guy dressed in black and a hat pulled down to hide his eyes.

Iduna frowned at the stranger. Was this one of the guys Peterssen warned her about? Will he ask her out all kinds of things now? “We need to talk.“ He said in a commanding done and just waltzed into her house like it was no big deal. His tone already sparked some annoyance in her, but him just walking in was too much. That voice though...She closed the door as soon as he stepped in and when she got a closer look on his face, her heart skipped a beat. Or two. Maybe a lot more. Actually, she felt like getting a heart attack. Although she didn't know why. And then there's was this weird longing...Why would she react like that to a stranger?

“Excuse me?“ Iduna glared at him, annoyed beyond believe. Not just about the fact he's behaving but also her reaction to this random guy.

He turned to and took off his head, revealing his strawberry blonde hair. And for some reason Iduna felt the need to run her fingers through this mess. Then his eyes became gentler, making her heart skip once again. “I need to talk with you.“

The brunette tried to not let her emotions show on her face. “How about you tell me who you are and why you're just walking into people's houses like that?!“

The man frowned. “What are you talking about?“

“What I'm talking about? You just went into my house like you own it and I'm not okay with that obviously! Who do you think you are?!“ His words visibly hurt him. He looked at her in complete shock, the hurt in his eyes was unbearable to look at. Something tugged at her heart, like she could feel his pain.

“You're kidding me...right?“ He asked, there was still some hope in his voice. But she really had no idea that he was talking about.

“Do I look like I'm making jokes here?“

His expression became desperate and that tugged at her heart strings again. “You...really don't know who I am?“ He asked, searching her face for something. What, she didn't know.

“No. I just told you, didn't I?“ Despite the weird feelings she had and the stronger they became the longer he stayed here, he was still very annoying. He was still not telling her who on earth he was, but at the same time something in her told her she already knew him. But that couldn't be.

The man kept looking at her like this for a minute, or two. Still desperately searching for something. “Did you go to the trolls?“ He asked eventually. A weird change of topic.

“You know the trolls?“ She asked back, thinking back how she found a map in the castle after her lesson and went to their home. She wasn't quite sure what made her go there. In fact, she didn't remember what she's been talking about with them. Only that she was there alone, spoke with them and then returned to Arendelle. There was a big chunk of her memories missing there...How long has it been since she went there?

She didn't have time to think about it, though, as the stranger stepped closer to her and grabbed her shoulders. “Iduna, please don't tell me...“

The young woman frowned. Right, how did he even know her name? What kind of guy was he. “How do you know my name? Can you just tell me who you are?“

He looked broken now. Completely broken. And were there...tears in his eyes? Iduna felt her heart being cut in two in this instant. There was a strange longing to hold him. To...kiss him. Of course she did none of that. “I'm Agnarr.“ He finally said. So this was the guy Peterssen was taking about.

“Agnarr...“ She mumbled, trying out how it sounded. And it sounded very familiar. Felt familiar on her tongue. But that only raised more questions.

“We're best friends...“ He continued, his grip on her shoulders tightened slightly. “We've been together since we were kids. We have a relationship.“ Iduna frowned, not remembering any of that. One of them was definitely crazy here. “Did you go to the trolls to forget?“

She thought back to the day where she found them. Right, there was an ice harvester who wanted to forget about her husband. And she went to the trolls because...why? There was something she wanted from them. And then this snow storm happened. And she almost died out there. The next day the trolls found her and...told her to go back. There was something missing again.

Iduna was quiet the whole time, trying to put her memories in order and that seemed to confirm his suspicion. “Iduna, why did you do this?“ It looked like he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. There was that pull again. The longing. The urge to whipe his tears away and calm him. “I know I've been a jerk back in the castle...and I'm sorry! I really am! But going to the trolls...I just wanted to protect you. I know I shouldn't have said what I said, but I just wanted you to stay with me.“

Thinking back, she remembered being in the castle. Something was annoying her. Was it something Peterssen said? No...Agnarr said it was something he said. But she couldn't remember him being in the castle. She couldn't remember him at all.

So he was either just a crazy person, or what he said was true. That they actually knew each other since forever and that she went to the trolls to forget. But why would she do that? If these weird feelings in her heart were true as well, then why did she throw it away like that? “Why were you at the castle?“ Agnarr looked like he expected this question from her, but it didn't make him look any less hurt.

“Well...I'm the prince.“ At that her eyes widened. She was best friends with the prince?! Had a relationship with the prince?! What kind of relationship anyway? Platonic? Romantic? Well, the was he looked at her and the way her heart hurt, she could guess it was romantic. But how on earth did she do all this? And now that she thought about it...As a citizen of Arendelle she should know the prince, but she couldn't remember anything at all. “Iduna...please give me another chance. Come with me to the castle, maybe it can help you remember.“

Hope made it's way in his eyes, but...“No.“ In mere seconds the hope in his eyes vanished without a trace and the familiar desperation and hurt came back.

“No...?“

Iduna had to turn away from him, before her body did anything she'd regret. “Look...Whatever happened...I surely had a valid reason to forget. Whether is was for your sake, or mine...I don't know. But I surely thought it's something that had to be done.“

“Iduna—“

“Please.“ She interrupted him harshly. “Please leave.“

They both stood there for a minute —or two— in silence. Iduna just waited for him to leave, her back still turned to him. And he...Maybe he was thinking about how to convince her, what things he had to do to make her come with him and remember again. But then she heard him sigh. “Iduna...“ She waited for him to continue, but it could be that he didn't know how to say it. “I'm sorry, I can't and don't want to forget.“ He finally said after another silent minute. “I don't want to give up on you just yet. I can't. But I'll respect your decision for now. I'll uh...give you some time. But I'll be back. Please think about it...I can't live without you, Iduna. You're my light...“

His speech brought tears into her eyes. It made her think why she chose to forget if she knew all that...And at his last words, she felt the need to tell him that he's her life, but she bit back the words. Now where did that come from? He sighed at her silence and then slowly walked towards the door. “Agnarr!“ They were both surprised at her outburst. He stopped at and looked at her. There it was again. The hope. Iduna bit her lower lip to prevent herself from saying anything stupid and quickly turned away from him again. “N-nothing!“

“Okay...See you later.“ And with that he left her house. As soon as the door closed her legs gave away and she fell on her butt. She took a deep breath, but it felt like she couldn't get enough. As if she was unable to breath now with him gone. And why did she hold him back? Well now she had the time to think about it. It really made her curious why she decided to forget. When they were so in love...had a great relationship...But he was a prince. Surely their relationship was forbidden. Was that the reason? Because she knew she could never move on? It kinda made sense in a way. But the pain, the loss, the longing, everything was still in her heart. Even her body reacted on its own. Why couldn't they all just listen to her mind and forget?

But what was worse? Being hurt and knowing exactly why or be oblivious? She didn't know. Should she let him try to regain her memories or should she stay away like she obviously planned to do? Some big decisions needed to be made.

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Just like Agnarr promised, he gave her some time to think about everything. But still, when they saw each other Iduna then she hasn't decided yet. But he came with an okay solution. “Listen...How about you come with me to the castle. Go to the places we've always been. And if it's too much for you...if you really...Don't want to remember...and don't want to stay with me...I'll accept that.“

“Yeah...we can do that.“ And there it was again. His hope. She didn't like that at all. Really, she hated having to crush his hopes over and over again.

“Okay.“ Iduna saw he was trying to hold back his enthusiasm. He looked like he wanted to drag her right into the castle and do his damn best to make her remember. But that's still a thing she'll decide later that day. The walk to the castle was already engraved into her brain, so were all her favorite places inside. But something was pulling her into the library. Well, she did love it there, but there was something else. Agnarr followed her close behind and didn't say anything. He just let her do her thing.

She stopped by the statue of Nokk and activated with it the secret from to another part of the library. Where mostly books about magic and folklore and blueprints hid away from the world. Iduna remembered having found this place by accident. By...running around the library all alone? No, something was missing. She guess Agnarr must've been there with her. “So you remember the secret library.“ Agnarr's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “We found it together.“ Just as she expected. Iduna walked through the into the secret library, Agnarr followed close behind. She remembered having spent a lot of time here. Alone. But they were all so blurry that she had no idea what she did here all this time. “We had our first kiss here.“ He continued, when he saw her frown. “We spent lots if time here together. Hiding our relationship from everyone...“

Iduna decided to say nothing, just take everything in. And then she walked out again. There was another important place for her. She heard Agnarr's steps right behind her, trying to catch up when she started running at some point. The brunette led them outside to a big tree. And without a second thought, she started climbing on it. Then she chose a branch high up and sat on it. It's just like the library. She remembered everything about it, but obviously not about Agnarr. Though, when she looked down to see him climbing up as well..she suddenly remembered a boy trying the same but failing. He couldn't even get to the first branch and she always laughed at him for being so bad at climbing. “You couldn't climb when you were a kid.“ She said, since he was close enough to hear her mumbling.

The prince looked at her in surprise, before nodding his head. “That's right. You taught me how to climb.“ She was already starting to remember again, but did she even want that? Once Agnarr said next to her on the same branch, she spoke again. “I was thinking...“ The blonde just looked at her in silence and waited for her next words. “You're a prince. I don't think a prince is allowed to be with a commoner.“

He nodded and looked away. “Yeah...that's why we kept it a secret.“ Just as she thought. That was the reason she forgot. For sure!

“Then you know having a secret relationship wouldn't last.“ Iduna caught him biting his lower lip. She was right. “That's the reason I went to the trolls then. I'm sure. Maybe you do the same. Move on.“

His reaction was immediate. “No!“ He practically screamed, turning back to her and gripping her shoulders. “I don't want to move on! And even if, you'd still be in my heart forever. Just like I'm still in yours. Right?“ He was right. But it didn't change their situation.

“What else do you want to do then?“ She asked, looking away from him. “This is better than...“

“It's not! Forgetting or moving on from my true love is not an option.“ Okay, she admitted it, he was extremely cute. And a dork.

“So what do you want to do?“ That was still the question in the room. For Iduna there was nothing they could do. Hence her drastic decision to forget. It wasn't the best idea, though since now the memories slowly returned again...

“Whatever it takes.“ He said, looking at her with such a determination that said he'll sacrifice anything. “Look, if the council doesn't want this, then so what? I'm gonna be king, I can marry whoever I want, right? If there's a law for me to marry a princess then I'll change that! I can do that, right? If nothing works then...Well, if they don't want you to be my queen...then maybe I don't want to be king.“

Iduna blinked at his speech. He's really gonna fight the council, bend laws and refuses to be king just for...her? This brought back more more memories of him joking around to change laws and making new ones. “Well...you wanted to annihilate meetings altogether, right?“

At that he grinned at her brightly. He was obviously beyond happy that her memories returned. “Exactly!“ His grin was as bright as the sun, blinding her. Iduna's body moved on its own again. Before she even realized what she's doing, she kissed him already. She felt his surprise —just like the very first time they kissed— before hastily returning it. Agnarr was pouring all his love into this kiss and all the memories of him, all the kisses they secretly share came flooding back like a dam was broken.

When they pulled apart to breath, she saw him with different eyes. “Agnarr...“ The prince tilted his head and waited for her to continue. Iduna gave him a playful glare and shoved him gently away. “You're terrible! You made me remember everything!“ She teased, it wasn't very effective. Agnarr pulled her into a tight hug and told her many, many times how happy he was that she remembered and made her promises that he won't hurt her ever again and that they'll stay together forever from now on. The troll's magic wasn't very consistent when confronted with the memories...

When he was done with his rambling, he pulled back slightly. “Sadly I can't call off the ball next week...The King of Vassar and his daughter will come here.“

“I see.“

“I want to invite you to that ball. I'm sure Peterssen will want me to dance with her and all that...But I'll tell them that I'm not interested in her. My heart belongs to you.“ Would it be such a good idea for her to go to that ball? Seeing Agnarr dance with a perfect princess? “Hey, stop that.“ He pulled her from her thoughts immediately. Iduna looked up at his eyes, he looked angry. “I know what you're thinking. Stop that. You're better than some princess. Whatever happens, I'd only choose you.“

His words warmed her heart. Gone was the pain from before. There was only warmth left.

#agduna #fanfics #fanfiction #iduna #agnarr #pabbie #bulda #lord peterssen #dangerous secrets #mari mancusi

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ladyfl4me · 4 years

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hi i just finished amnesty and im going on AO3 (as one does) and i was like blindsighted by how much indrid/duck there was???? did i miss an episode or something???? why do so many ppl ship it? (btw im just curious / not trying to yuck anyone's yum, etc) thank you so much!

No problem, I’d be happy to answer your question! I can by no means speak for the whole Amnesty/Indruck crowd, so if anyone sees this and wants to chip in their two cents, feel free to reblog/reply to give anon some answers. These are broad statements that by no means apply to everyone/how they interacted with Indruck/Amnesty as a whole. tl;dr at the end

The short answer: people are gonna ship things. Indrid asked for Duck on the payphone, he and Duck had one (1) friendly banter-y conversation about nog, they seemed to be getting along well, and they had a potential angsty through-line about their respective experiences with seeing the future. Arc 3 came out during the 2018 holiday season, so there were many gaps between uploads to account for holidays and live shows. People wanted content to fill the void. Indrid and Duck having an interesting dynamic + people going “what if this was a thing” + gap-between-episode fever = a slew of Indruck fics hitting the AO3 presses.

That was my experience of it. I went on AO3 when I got into Amnesty, September 2018; first fic on there I saw was Cheating the System by @duck-duck-juice, and I read that and thought the dynamic was interesting. Read everything else in the tag. Got interested. Went in the tag on Tumblr. Got sucked in. Here we are.

The long answer for “why is this ship a thing” is way more nebulous, which is where other people can chip in their thoughts. I think a great place to start is with Indrid himself.

Indrid Cold’s introduction to Amnesty was fucking delicious to hear in real time. He had a dramatic phone call entrance at the end of an episode. He had a slightly-unhinged but warm-hearted aesthetic and attitude. He could see the fucking future. He was directly in danger because of arc 3′s plot. He was an interesting minor character who could have used fleshing out, and the inevitable “what if this happened” crowd of speculative fans - myself included - were deeply interested in what could be done with him. He was the former court seer, which could have been an interesting way to flesh out Sylvain’s worldbuilding. His future-sight was an interesting component that could have bearing on future plot arcs (albeit in a possibly game-breaking way, which makes even more of an argument for fleshing him out to test the limits of his power in a story context - but that’s me editorializing).

Good grief, he was cool. And people wanted more. They wanted him to be deeper. Essentially, they wanted a member of the supporting cast on par with Mama or Barclay, not a one-hit wonder who took a fist to the face, fucked off, and wasn’t seen again until after the biggest tragedy of the series (and didn’t even ADDRESS it or add any emotional depth to the story, besides a plot-based hook to hang our hopes on. I’m still bitter about that).

One way to flesh out a character is to look at their existing relationships in canon and expand on those. Indrid talked to Duck a bit. They got along and it was sweet. That’s a relationship to expand on. And people ran that one into the end zone. And as arc 4 dragged on and got angstier, people longed for the good ol’ mysterious/exciting/Not Completely Depressing days of arc 3 and wrote more Indruck fic.

Another place to start is with Duck. Justin’s pretty decent at making relatable characters that people like, with interesting depth and humanity to them. All that being said, one remarkable thing about Duck was that, despite his incredible depth and really interesting motivations, he wasn’t connected much to the Sylvain plot. This is more of a side effect of Indruck than a cause, but still worth mentioning. I see Duck as very connected to Kepler, which is his hometown and a place he had a job to protect. But he wasn’t very connected to Sylvain. He wasn’t in deep like Aubrey was, or even how Ned was with the Flamebright Pendant. He was just a dude with a sword and a destiny someone else gave him. Hell, he was more connected to Earth as a locus than Sylvain; plotwise, he was really just along for the ride because of his Minerva-granted destiny. Shipping him with a character connected to Sylvain brought him into the narrative that the Pine Guard lived in a bit more, and that was fun to explore.

Ultimately, though, folks just thought it was neat. Some people were interested in the potential emotional connection. Some people I know crushed on Indrid and projected onto Duck to actualize that, or vice versa. Some people were curious about how this trend could coexist with Amnesty canon, and incorporated the ship as a side-arc of larger narratives. Some people were just here to have a good time. Regardless, Indruck seemed to come out of nowhere and took over the place, to the chagrin and annoyance of many, but to the enjoyment of many more.

tl;dr: their brief interactions in arc 3 + a dearth of canon content at the time + the old fandom trend of “people will really ship anything” + content creators with itchy fingers and spare time = Indruck being everywhere.

I hope this answers some of your questions! If anyone else wants to chip in, please do!

#asks #anon #taz amnesty #indruck #the adventure zone #the adventure zone amnesty #indrid cold #duck newton

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otpnessmess · 4 years

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For you, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do Pt. 3

I ended up beta reading this myself, which only means I made it angstier and longer so..yeh. Coronavirus social distancing going great over here, hope you’re all safe! Enjoy!

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Old habits kicked in hard as Marinette slipped into Ladybug mode and turned to Jason with a determined look in her eyes he knew very well despite not having seen it for some time now. She sometimes showed an expression resembling it in her daily life, but it never quite felt the same as when she had first gone out on patrol with him.

The young woman had renounced the Miraculous in favor of keeping them safe, but he could tell she sometimes missed the feeling of freedom they brought. So one night he dropped through her window in the middle of the night, way after the bats had ended their nightly rounds, and offered to take her out.

That was the first time they had soared together over the ceilings of Gotham and the sight of her bright smile only made it so Jason fell even harder for her.

Their outings had to be few and far between, since Marinette refused to let the presence of the Miraculous be known, which meant they had to be extra careful before heading out. It became a thing they rarely got to share but, at the same time, it only made them relish it even more.

The man loved seeing her laughing happily while jumping from roof to roof, even if it distracted him a whole lot. He could still feel the ache in his bones from that one time he was too busy admiring her he didn’t see the chimney in front of him. Marinette loved teasing him about that...

"I’ll see if I can help get some people out while you go change Jay.”

All of his fantasizing was shattered by those words as he saw his best friend about to bolt towards danger. She would have left him there with no response had he not grabbed her hand in a desperate attempt to knock some sense into her.

“Nette, wait. You don’t have a Miraculous and we don’t know what’s going on, how many people are there, or who even is attacking. I know you want to help but you should remain unseen, or just escape. We’ll handle it.”

He should’ve known his belle wouldn’t listen to his pleads to remain out of danger’s way, that wouldn’t have been her. If there was someone that needed saving, she would do everything in her hand to help, and Jason could never ask her to ignore that part of herself. Still, he could at least try to convince her not to do anything utterly reckless to the best of his abilities.

The bluenette held in a sigh and was ready to start an argument they really shouldn’t be having in a moment like this. “Jay-”

“Marinette, please . We’ll take care of this, there’s no need for you to endanger yourself more than necessary.” She still didn’t seem convinced enough and in a somewhat panicked effort to get through her he blurted out “What if it’s the Joker? I know you can handle yourself but I still worry. I don’t want to lose you.”

Her eyes softened at the pleading tone of his voice, and next thing Jason knew he was being squeezed to death in another hug. His arms instinctively held her close as if she would disappear if he let go, which he wasn’t sure wouldn’t actually happen.

"That's a bit hypocritical of you if we're being fair, isn't it? I have to see you put yourself on the line to fight crime all the time too.” That made the man feel slightly guilty and blush, she was right. Wasn’t she the one always left behind when he was called to a commotion, wondering whether he’d be back or not?

Thankfully, she didn’t seem to be complaining about it as much as trying to get him to ease his worries, her soft voice mumbling reassuring words while her hand didn’t seem to want to leave its place over his heart.

“I'll be as careful as I can Jay, I promise to avoid unnecessary risks. Now let's go, we can't waste more time."

Giving him one last quick smile she then finally took off, leaving Jason to push his feelings to the back of his mind with a sigh, longing after her warmth. He didn’t allow himself to sulk, though, there were people in danger, and the fastest this was solved the earlier he could get home and watch movies in their pajamas with Mari.

Knowing the high number of rich and powerful people in attendance was very likely to attract some of Gotham's best-known villains like a moth to a flame, Bruce had adopted the habit of reserving a designated room in whatever venue he was organizing an event where the bats could safely change into superhero attire if there ever was a need. Jason would’ve liked to say they hadn’t had the need to use it that often but that was simply not true. Villain break-ins happened more often than not.

Having memorized the blueprints of the building as part of the protocol, he had no trouble finding his way to where his siblings were already getting ready. Barbara and Tim had set up an operations center earlier in the day so they could stay close to monitor the situation and were handing out the intercoms.

Jason immediately started changing while Dick tried to get input on what was happening on the lower floor. “What do we have on our hands this time?”

Tim, who had just put up the surveillance footage from the main hall cameras on the several monitors in front of him, was the one to answer. “The Penguin and about 20 other people stormed the hotel, all of them armed and if I had to say, probably here for the auction pieces. Around 200 civilians still remain inside, the rest managed to escape before they closed off all the entrances. The balcony and main doors are heavily guarded inside and out but there are still a couple of safe access points through the windows and ceiling. They shouldn’t spot you until it’s too late.”

By the time the report was finished everyone was ready to head into battle. Bruce established disarming the attackers as a priority but, should the opportunity show itself to allow more people to escape, they should focus on that. Quick last-minute directions were given before they were all off, knowing perfectly well every second wasted meant a higher chance of anyone getting hurt.

While this was happening, Marinette had barely managed to make it back to the ballroom doors. People were screaming and in such a haste to get as far from the chaos as possible they were shoving each other out of the way, which meant going in the opposite direction with a puffy gown proved to be incredibly hard.

Once she reached the main entrance, though, the petite woman came to a halt before hiding behind a wall. It had been blocked and a minion stood before it with a rifle in his hands. Just great. She doubted she could get inside without being spotted now, and that made her feel utterly useless.

Despite knowing his friend and his family would be here soon to make quick work of the situation, the urge to help people had been embedded deep within her after so many years battling Hawkmoth and wielding a Miraculous, and she despised having to watch from the sidelines.

Unfortunately, as if some kind of higher power had heard her thoughts, she got pulled out of them by a very loud yelp some meters away from her. The guard had spotted a couple coming back from one of the many minor hallways of the hotel, seemingly oblivious to the transpiring events. His gun was now pointed at them and the man had a wicked grin in his face.

“Oh my my my, what have we got here? Get inside!”

He moved towards them with every intent to push them inside the room, more hostages to be used to bargain with the vigilantes. What he didn’t expect, however, was that turning his back to Marinette’s hiding spot would give her an opening to grab a nearby vase and crack it on his head from behind, knocking him out.

The scared couple thanked her in a rush as she directed them towards the hotel doors, urging them to run. She was relieved they listened since a moment later another minion that heard the commotion had approached her with a rage-filled scream when he saw his partner bleeding on the floor.

Marinette’s training was still useful even if she wasn’t transformed and helped her evade the attacks that were being directed at her body. The man had forgone his gun in favor of trying to mess her up with a deadly-looking knife, thinking she would be somewhat of an easy target.

Fighting unarmed against an armed opponent, especially while wearing a dress and heels, was bound to go wrong though. He managed to land a couple of hits on her in her arms and shoulder, the stinging and extra weight of her dress starting to make her falter. However, before he could take advantage of this and land a deadly blow, Red Hood had already punched him so hard his body landed on the floor, unmoving.

“Worry not Princess, your knight in shining leather is here to save the day!”

Always a lover of the dramatic, Jason bowed with a chuckle before being shoved by Marinette behind the same wall she was hiding earlier, the bullet grazing him on the side.

“Careful!”

More and more attackers were approaching from their positions guarding the entrances because of the ruckus, and they didn’t seem keen in being merciful to the duo. Her mind was running at a thousand miles per hour, coming up with plans to get them both out of this in the easiest way and with the least amount of injuries possible.

Jason, though, didn’t give her the chance to ponder this for long before he reached to cup her face, told her to run, and jumped in to square up against all the goons by himself, trying to give her an easy escape route. Truth be told, he would have probably been able to take on those guys enough for one of his siblings to show up and help him out. She did hear him call for help into his intercom after all.

But she also saw how at the minimum display of struggle a guy landed a shot to his head that, even if it merely cracked his helmet, had Marinette’s heart racing and her throat tightening. This was still her best friend in that suit, and she’d be damned if she would play bystander while he was endangering himself.

Utilizing the shadows as cover, she hurried to pick up the guns and knife from the fallen men near her and gulped at the implications of it. It weighed in her hand and mind, what she was about to do. However, she didn’t allow herself to dwell on it. Those men could live without a hand, or a foot, but she could never imagine a life without Jason.

Thanking the heavens that she had accepted his offer to teach her how to shoot, the bluenette first went for the ones on the sidelines holding the guns. The sound of the weapon going off was deafening in her ears, her arms were bloody and her hands were sweaty, but steady.

Five shots were all she needed before the only noises left were the ones coming from the men brawling. It seemed that the sounds of gunshots were enough to attract their attention to her, making one of them point his own weapon at her.

Paralyzed in place, Marinette witnessed Red Hood knocking out the two men holding him back before going for the one focusing on her. She was extremely relieved seeing the last threat come down crumbling to the floor as Jason breathed heavily standing in the middle of the mess.

Marinette wanted to rush to his side and see for herself if he was okay, but as she tried to move she started to feel just how heavy her limbs were. Drowning in the sound of her blood in her ears, her head felt light and dizzy.

Looking down, she wondered when she had added sleeves to her dress, her entire arms coated in a beautiful crimson. Her eyes then glazed over the bullet wound on her shoulder, wondering how she hadn’t noticed it yet, before turning to Jason.

If Marinette tried really hard, she could hear him calling for her in agony. He was going to be so mad at her for not turning tail when he told her to. She hoped he could forgive her.

The image of her best friend running to her and catching her before her body could hit the floor was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.

As always, thank you so much for reading! I hope to maybe update the 4th part at some point but don’t quote me on that, I try my best but I’m not always in the mood to write.

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hi im waiting for pain meds to kick in before i continue sleeping so im gonna sit here and talk about the intents behind character arcs in good afternoon good evening and goodnight ok i try not to talk about it like this Too much but hey it's fanfiction why not

so like. essentially the big overarching theme was obv supposed to be the subjectivity of reality and what it meant for themselves and their relationships

for gordon especially the game meant a lot about who he is/who he gets to be or wants to be, the idea of being a player character and second guessing your own intent was something i was excited to write as i was first starting to plan this fic out. i wanted him to struggle a Lot retroactively with reality when it felt like everyone else had long since accepted it had been a game, and ultimately that was supposed to play into his relationship with benry a lot. also obviously a huge thing for him was Trauma, we all love a good gordon freeman trauma hurt/comfort moment right? i wanted to write sort of a backwards progression for him when they were in hl2, like i tried to reverse the script a little between gordon and benry where he just. he was doing his best contrary to what happened with benry and was Worried because that's very gordon, but him just laughing thru a lot of shit and not taking it entirely seriously like he should, not even paying attention to how bad he needed a break because Well It’s Not Real Right? meanwhile benry.....well i gotta back up for him for a bit

benry i feel like i struggled a bit with, i wish id written him Slightly different in the beginning at least but ehh. idk there's a lot of content out there for benry that i feel like skips over the idea that he hurt everyone (im Not getting into disc horse over this even though i have a lot of thoughts about it) but it was important to me to write an arc of him really trying to reach out? i think ppl fall into the trap of putting "gordon has to understand benry" before "benry has to make an effort to be understood". i think it's easier to project and say you want the others to put in that effort on his behalf, but the truth is i think that effort has to be very mutual! i liked writing an arc for him where he doesn't even understand himself very well and had to give his relationships time. i wish id had more time for it, but trying to juggle so many character arcs was Really tough lol. but regarding my choice w/the hl2 part, i do wish id had the opportunity to have him there More, i entertained the idea of him being powerless but with gordon the whole time or smth, but plotwise it just wasn't working out And it felt relevant for him to have that whole experience with the nihilanth. i wanted him to have the reverse experience to gordon was having, suddenly realizing there were actual consequences and he could die, essentially living out what gordon felt was his experience in hl1 fighting benry even if ultimately things would have been ok, bc he didn’t Know or register that at the time?

Whoa 2 Paragraphs For Benry anyway after that, even tho i took his powers away temporarily for adding context to the others' perceived experience and fpr worldbuilding/adding stakes to the situation, i don't really like story arcs for redeeming characters where their arc is represented by having powers taken away Permanently. like "its ok guys i just literally can't do it anymore so i won't" u know?? it doesn't feel like Enough. i wanted to show something where he took back his powers and what made him who he was and used it for Good. i think that rounds things out a little better? it was important that everyone, especially gordon, got to see him taking back the powers he used to attack them in the game and using them to protect them instead. it was a part of his identity, being like Not Human, and played v importantly into his relationship with tommy

with tommy i feel like. ok with everyone in gagegn i feel like i was deliberately mischaracterizing a bit for the sake of the story because My City Now, but i think tommy got hit pretty hard ajchdjshg i just wanted a very particular arc from him....so he was Very serious and i wish id worked in more moments where he got to be like, comedically just super wrong about something or just generally silly but Oh Well. anyway tommy's experience with knowing it's not real was very much implied to be a lifelong struggle and i was Heavily projecting, like, i love the unreality elements in hlvrai because [dissociates and gets delusions about nothing being real] and i just wanted to leave it implied he's always had a hard time with feeling like he Knows it's not real, and still just. Keeps Chugging Along bc what else can u do? also this is a very particular thing but i feel like with psychotic characters in media there's always a question of "but what if....the whole thing isn't real....." but i wanted to write an arc for a character where delusions Prepared them for something in a sense? i could go on for a whole other post about the dsm and psychosis representation etc etc but he was just. Prepared for knowing it wasn't real. my experience i projected heavily onto the story was acceptance of such a weird, abstract concept, and just trying to have a fulfilling life/relationships anyway because what would trying to unravel it all just for the sake of it do?

and that plays into how i wrote gman as essentially a foil to tommy, but im almost done with a ""post-canon"" fic about him so i won't say much on that (i think the fic caters to only me specifically maybe but i'll still post it ajfjsfh) but regarding tommy's whole thing with g-man, it was Very intentional for things to feel sort of unresolved and for him to still second guess himself. it was important to me that way idk, i feel like that's more true to life?

i WISH i had more time and ideas for darnold though.... he's another case of my projecting definitely, and i actually almost had Him go into nova prospekt with alyx instead of gordon and reappear at exactly the right moment for dramatic effect, but i wanted an arc for him where he discovered he wanted more than anything else to be with the science team and to have him disappear kinda contradicted that :/

im running out of steam to keep typing this. well with dr coomer i feel like that was another wild thing that was me projecting again ajdjajfjd i just love a good fantasy DID/OSDD situation (NEVER SEES THIS FOR REAL) and i wanted a little extra flavor with the clones to sort of mirror bubby's struggles

and with bubby. like ok with the prototypes and vortigaunt friend, i had the idea maybe a prototype survived the resonance cascade and had been hiding that whole time and bubby actually finds and rescues him? but that felt too weird and complicated for everything else going on so i threw in a vortigaunt as an emotional standin for him. the reason i wrote bubby resentful to his prototypes at first is one of those things i only introduced to represent part of his story arc and not necessarily a headcanon, i love the idea he considers them family and likes them for the most part! it was just something to slowly represent him growing past black mesa without just Saying it

it's like 5am. lastly.....the player......just like gman was to tommy, i did my best to write the player as almost an opposite to gordon even if i tried to make them as similar as possible. something i rarely see is exploring how complicated i feel like it would Actually make things to have a player, outside your game, trying to be your friend? i understand why ppl don't go this route and i didn't go too hard on it, but i mean, he's this guy who has control over your world and is living outside of it, and views all your life hardships as trivial in comparison to his own? i wanted to represent this in only small ways, because i thought it made sense to show him genuinely making an effort, but in moments like when he was talking to benry and when he talked to gordon, i wanted to show him just. Trying but still not taking it as seriously as he should, he gets Mad but he's treating it like a video game still! it's a power imbalance, and if nobody else was going to explore that then i would afhjchkg

my choice getting back to tommy and benry at the end.... maybe i wrote it a little angstier than i should have but that's something I'm glad i ran with, i was nervous ppl wouldn't like it but. having that flash forward was important for tommy especially after he fought with gman about like, the significance of short lives. he still had benry who i think i could have tried to show being a lot happier to be there to drive the point home, he's just kinda deadpan and maintained him that way but genuinely i wanted him to be happy to explore space with tommy! they had a weird beginning to their friendship, and solidarity of being partly aliens in their own regards, and they were out there finally exploring those aspects of themselves, PLUS

they were very literally just. freely exploring their reality. they got to do Anything without it having to be established by the player! that was supposed to be something Good, they were happy to have that freedom and liked seeing new things with each other that even the player probably never dreamed of. it's Their World, they can do and see anything, even their goal of finding an equivalent of where gman could have come from was kinda just something to slowly work towards to keep them going in some vague direction. the primary goal was to just have a good time

anyway this story was the longest thing ive ever written in my life idk what came over me lol

#zeek speaks

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