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SECRETS 4 - PEDRI

last part 😭😭

lmk if you guys want more insta posts

mikkykiemeney

rain and anna 💖

tagged: annalewandowska

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yourinsta ❤️

mikkykiemeney missing you at the games ❤️

annalewadowska missing you lots!

frenkiedejong 😍

mikkykiemeney ❤️

user726 nah too sweet

user62 good game frenkie!!!

user1029 i love how we havent seen Y/n interact with anyone for about a year and then she comes back under mikkys post

user119 its too adorable

user910 maybe because theyre family

user8190 I'm just worried that her and pedri broke up

user5193 nah me too

user002 everything says that they broke up, move on dude

siramartinezc 😍❤️

mikkykiemeney ❤️

annalewandowska

babysitting with mikky ✅️

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mikkykiemeney funniest babysitting of my life

annalewandowska i agree

user9710 you two are so prettyyyyy

user552 I love the fit ❤️

madridxx Hala Madriddd

user91022 shut the fuck up

user113 no need to spread hate dude.

user019 I was there too!!!!

user227 tell pedri to come back from injury

user813 might have to tell that y/n

user0122 true

user006 who are you guys babysitting?

user8103 ?

user729 am I the only one who noticed that she tagged pedri

barcel19 maybe just an accident

ynamor919 maybe its his 🤷🏼‍♀️

miamor6 yeah definitely

user772 FRR I NOTICED TOO

user729 i was like hold onnn.....

yourinsta

doesn't matter the loss, we stay blau grana.

Visca Barça

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pedri te amo hermosa ❤️

yourinsta Te amo por siempre

user628 awww

user910 thank god they're still together

user539 frrrrr

user819 comeback of the year

user667 FRR

user551 I'm so glad they didn't break up

joaofelix79 still see no blue hair y/n

yourinsta gah dahmn it's been a year

joaofelix79 i wont forget...

pedri me neither...

user445 you know after the clasico loss joao and pedri shouldn't be joking around but they are...

user601 you should rather focus on keeping pedri healthy

user0193 so rude for no reason..

user28 she isn't the one who got him injured dude

user729 shut the fuck up

yourinsta

proof that I'm alive

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mikkykiemeney 😍

yourinsta ❤️

user7628 okay but didnt she post those pictures before????

user810 omg youre right

user992 yeah like ages ago

frenkiedejong ❤️

yourinsta ❤️

user920 SHES BACK?????

user810 FINALLYYYY

user662 missed you babes

barcaupdates

Pedri and his girlfriend are reportedly still dating, after she dissapeared for almost a year and neither pedri nor pedris friends or family wanted to talk about her, it was clear that they broke up.

However today Y/n posted a picture of the stadium during the el clásico in which Barcelona suffered their first loss of the season against real madrid at home.

Fans immediately picked up on the idea of two of them still dating or rather dating again.

Two hours after she published the post Pedri left a comment, in which he said "te amo hermosa ❤️"

It's confirmed that they're still dating!

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user910 IM SO HAPPYYYY

marcel92 👏😍

barcaa1899 Pedri gets the hoessss

user829 stfu

user1193 shes not a hoe

user001 why does everyone love Y/n so much suddenly

user17 I was thinking the same...

user991 She's iconic

user019 okay but Pedri on that pic 😍

user911 girl youre too real

yourinsta

missed my loves ❤️

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pedri my two girls ❤️

yourinsta ❤️

user910 SORRY?

user719 DID I MISS A CHAPTER WHAT?

mikkykiemeney You ate with that fit

yourinsta HAHA thank youuu I had the best stylist @pedri

pedri what can I say

joaofelix79 why didn't you suggest blue hair

yourinsta please leave me alone

user917 HAHAHA

annalewandowska missed you during the games, I'm so glad youre back!! 😍❤️

yourinsta I missed you too!!! ❤️

pablogavi Great support I saw you cheering from the pitch

yourinsta I was cheering for pedri tho not for you

user729 Ate and left no crumbs.

pedri

getting ready... 😉

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yourinsta muy guapo ❤️

pedri gracias hermosa ❤️

joaofelix79 ou ou ou...

pablogavi 😍🤭

pedri gracias hermanito

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pedri

para siempre 👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️

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yourinsta para siempre ❤️

pedri ❤️

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yourinsta

post wedding...

now back to my old life 😍

tagged: pedri

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pedri ❤️ (pinned)

yourinsta ❤️

pablogavi wish you all the best!!!

yourinsta thank you ❤️

user820 nahh too sweet

user772 wait hold on what

ynamor AAAAA WHAT??

user627 ITS CONFIRMED

user192 I cant believe it

user628 IM SO GLAD Y/N HAS HER COMMENTS TURNED ON BECAUSE WHAT

user736 REAL

user991 NAH WHAT

user4155 MY JAW DROPPED

user662 wish you two all the best

user729 dont tell me she disappeared because she was pregnant...

user917 is everyone gonna ignore the thrid slide?????

user114 cuties

ynamor AAAA

user028 bro is still screaming

user916 dont tell me they have a kid.........

user1537 girl I'm in love with your dress

joaofelix79 wish you three all the best 😉

yourinsta thank you Joao ❤️

mikkykiemeney they grow up so fast... 😭❤️

yourinsta aww come on ❤️

frenkiedejong i swear you were just 5 yesterday

yourinsta crazy how time works 🤯🤯

fcbarcelona We wish you two all the best and much of luck! 👏❤️

ferrantorres Good luck you two ❤️

pedri thanks hermano 🤝🏻❤️

lamineyamal good luck 🤝🏻

yourinsta thank youu

pedri thanks mate

user701 i love how pedri turned british

user6927 FRRR

frenkiedejong might have to beat pedri up if he fucks up 😁

pedri i wont, promise

frenkiedejong hope so for you

user829 I've legit never seen frenkie mad

user227 fr he just seems so pure all the time

user881 WHAT A BABY??

user929 DONT TELL ME I'M THE ONLY ONE SO EXCITED

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thedawningofthehour · 7 months

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for the dvd commentary thing - im not sure if it fits under 500 words or if u can even remember what u were thinking since u wrote it like last year , but the scene in arc 1 chapter 8 where draxum n donnie talk abt sun tzu n mythology n names ?

That is...yes, that's quite a bit longer, about 1300, but lucky for you I'm very narcissist and love talking about my shit. (and nobody else sent one in)

“You’ve read Sun Tzu.” Draxum is just looking at him, with a quirked eyebrow and a small smile on his face. For some reason, Donnie’s face flushes. “Well, yeah.” He looks down. “I’ve always loved reading, and it’s not that long. What, did you know him or something?” “He was a bit before my time.” Okay, he’s actually smiling now. It’s creepy. “But his work is quite illuminating.” “I’m surprised you’ve read it. He was a human, after all. A warring human. Aren’t you against that?” “Only fools believe they have nothing to learn from their opponents.” “So you’ll apply that to a two-thousand-year-old book, but not to modern humans?” Donnie tugs on his cuffs. “You know you missed, like, the entire point Sun Tzu was trying to make, right? His entire philosophy was that using violence is rarely the best way to get what you want and conflicts are better solved diplomatically.” “And he also said that when you do draw your bow, to draw your strongest arrow.” “Yes, but only if-” “Do you not think there have been attempts to address our conflict with the humans diplomatically?” Draxum says shortly. “You think you’ve seen the extent of this war. This has gone on much longer than you. Longer than me, even.”

So that took influence from a podcast I enjoy:

youtube

The whole thing is a fake talk show radio program from a fictional city with sort a sort of surreal-absurdist vibe going on. (one episode depicts a political debate that devolves into an argument over whether the crawdad people would vote for them and one candidate's treatment of the alligator king, for example) Also not the only reference to this podcast in this fic; this is where Tubby Dan's Barbecue and its various trials Bella mentions are from. He actually has a commercial later on in this episode.

I also have not been able to find the exact quote he uses. This guy might just be trolling me. But I figured, Donnie's fifteen, even if it is a fake quote that's the kind of mistake a fifteen-year-old would make.

“I’m just saying-” “No, you will listen to me on this occasion. Look around you, boy. Think of where we are, think of who we are.” “We’re a turtle and a goat-man in your lab. I can’t really look at much else.” The slap takes him by surprise. It doesn’t particularly hurt, but he feels quite confident by now in how far he can push Draxum before he uses physical force, and he hadn’t reached that point. “The Hidden City is under New York City,” Draxum says quietly. “You have more experience with the world above than I do, so let me ask. Does it feel like New York City?” Donnie shakes his head, his cheek still stinging. “Why do you think that is?” “I assumed it was because the Hidden City is a lot older? New York is only about three hundred years old, and almost everything up there was built in the last century,”

(noooo a typo)

(I literally just went back and edited a nearly year-old chapter right now, it's all fixed dw)

But for real, New York is an infant of a city. I know the Hidden City is under New York because the turtles live in New York, they've always lived in New York-but I wanted it to make sense why.

So my idea was that the Hidden City isn't so much under New York, but that New York was built on top of the Hidden City. They weren't even hidden at first-they just fucking lived there, cohabitating with the indigenous Lenape people, (or at the very least they left each other alone) and adapted when Europeans started their colonizing bullshit, gradually moving underground as more humans showed up and clashed with the Yokai, not understanding what they were. (The Lenape and the original colonizers didn't really know either, but there was an understanding of bro just don't ask questions that was gradually lost as more and more people settled there) Part of the reason it became 'gestures to all of New York' is because of the presence of the Yokai and all their nonsense. So basically-the chicken came before the egg, and the Hidden City is that chicken. Or one of them. You can decide whether they did the fucking or laid the egg.

“You are…correct in that observation, yes. The Hidden City is much older.” Draxum glances off to the side. “But think of what is here. Think of where it came from.” “Well, yes, the culture here is heavily East Asian. Even the name Yokai originated in Japan.” “Think about that. Why are so many Yokai from that area? New York is on the other side of this continent. It is not a simple journey.” “I assumed there was some portal.” “There was, but by design. Why did they come here?” “I’ve met Yokai that are definitely European.” “Very few. Think about why that is.” Donnie glances up. “Fewer Yokai in other parts of the world.” “We were actually more widespread in some areas. Why do you think you do not see our brothers and sisters from the Horn of Africa? The Maghreb? From the islands of the great Pacific? They existed, my boy. Ask me why they are not here.” Donnie is silent. Draxum looks over him, his eyes narrowed and cold. “The Hidden City is the last of its kind. There are no other communities like this elsewhere in the world, not anymore. So I will ask you again, boy. Why are there so many Yokai here from Asia? And why are the Yokai of the rest of the world not here?” Donnie remains silent. “Answer me, boy.” “I understand.” “I want you to say it.” “Humans killed them.” Donnie focuses on the ceiling.

Another one of those 'try to make the lore of the fucking ninja turtles show realistic' decisions. I know the reason they're called Yokai and why there's so much East Asian influence is because they are Ninja and this is a show about Ninjas and the writers wanted to harp on that, but it doesn't really make sense from a lore perspective.

I mean, think of where New York is. Pre flying, pre Panama Canal, the Far East and New York couldn't have really been more far apart. To get from Japan to New York by ship, you had to sail across the Pacific, down the west coast of both north and south America, around Cape Horn, back up the east coast all the way from Argentina to the fucking northeastern tip of the United States. Or land in Washington and cross the entire continent on foot. (I know they have portals but that's not the point, okay?) Like, unless there was a really big, heavy traffic natural portal from the Hidden City to Japan it just doesn't make sense for that to be the primarily culture. Especially considering the Crying Titan, canonical father of all Yokai, is under New York. If there was going to be a higher concentration of Yokai in any peoples, it would be the native people of North America. Because that's where the goddamn empyrean is flowing.

But we see pretty much no obvious First Nations influence. We get some East Asian and some European, all under a heavily Americanized umbrella. I mean, yes, they did this because this is a show marketed to American children and that's what's recognizable to them, but still. I needed it to make sense.

And it gave me the perfect frame to hang a blood-soaked backdrop.

“So you do understand.” Donnie presses his lips together. “I don’t think all humans deserve to die for it.” “I don’t think so either.” He must look surprised, because Draxum looks down at him, amused. “What? Deserve is a rather heavy word. I’m not speaking of deserving. I’m speaking of survival. Humans and Yokai cannot coexist. One of us will destroy the other. I do not intend to allow my people to languish in the dark while the humans choke us out.”

This is really the cornerstone of Draxum's beliefs. Yes, he's acting out of hatred and anger, but I didn't want that to be his whole thing. That's not as compelling, and Draxum's intelligent enough to need a concrete reason. And I mean...from his perspective, relations with humans have always gone sour eventually. And his people end up paying the price for that in blood.

“What makes you so sure?” “It has been foretold.” “What, like a prophecy?” “Exactly. There is a prophecy that predicts-” “You haven’t read much Greek literature, have you?” Donnie shifts in his binds. “Oedipus? Cronos? Or are those guys too old for you too? Let’s see, we have the Mahabharata. Macbeth. Sun, Moon, and Talia. Have you read Harry Potter?” “What-” Draxum closes his eyes. “Child, what in the world are you talking about?” “Those are all stories of self-fulfilling prophecies. In every one of those stories, the actions taken to avoid the prophecy cause it to come to fruition. Cronos eats his kids because he was told one of them would overthrow him, but that just makes his kid angry enough to do it. Talia is foretold to be killed by a splinter of flax, so her father bans flax from the house. The first time she sees someone spinning flax, she doesn’t know what it is and pricks her finger due to her curiosity and inexperience.” “...Why would a splinter of flax kill her?” “I always assumed there was some context lost in the translation, because that part never really made sense. Anyway, the point is that trying to prevent the prophecy just made things worse. It likely never would have come true, if people had simply done nothing.”

I'd like to call back to Draxum's speech to the Shredder in the finale. He does his big dramatic betrayal because he realizes that the prophecy foretelling the destruction of the Yokai was not the humans, but Shredder himself.

But he conveniently leaves out his own role in that. Draxum brought the Shredder back. Even before factoring in the orb he gave Big Mama, pulling Karai from her hell dimension, even without the work he did recovering the cursed metal-like, even if the Foot got every piece of armor the could get their hands on without him, they still wouldn't have finished it because Splinter had the last piece. And there's no way Splinter would have allowed it to be taken. Even Draxum couldn't defeat him in combat. The only reason Splinter gave it up was to save his sons-the sons that were shown kicking the Foot's ass all episode. If it was just them, they couldn't have captured the turtles. No Draxum, no Shredder.

Which makes the entirety of Rise a self-fulfilling prophecy in itself. In trying to destroy what he thought was the greatest threat to his people, Draxum created the very thing that could end them.

“No, it would have been a regular prophecy, like Cassandra predicting the fall of Troy.” “So you do know your Greek literature!” Donnie almost smiles at that. “Potentially. But far more likely that the prophecy simply doesn’t come to pass, like the thousands of other prophecies that are forgotten. We only hear about the ones that come true, after all. And from a simply mathematical standpoint, some of them must come true.” “I understand what you’re trying to do, and I understand your point. But you are a child playing at war.”

Yeah, he doesn't have a good answer here. So he just dismisses Donnie's point. Reminds me of my own dad!

“Well, maybe you need a child’s point of view,” Donnie huffs, rolling his eyes. “Have you ever thought maybe you’re too far into this to see what you’re doing?” He expects Draxum to call him names again, but he’s quiet for an uncharacteristic amount of time. Donnie turns his head, seeing Draxum leaning against his desk, a very far-away look in his eyes. “I know I was,” he finally says, so softly Donnie almost doesn’t hear him. “But I realized my mistake. I pulled out of it before it was too late.” He turns back to Donnie. “That’s why you’re here.”

A callback to Cass telling Draxum that the armor would kill him. Because really, Draxum's plan was stupid. He barely knew anything about this armor, the Foot, why they were so willing to give him this power. Yet he didn't ask questions. He didn't do any research. He trusted the Foot-humans, who had no love for his people and no reason to help him. Yet he plunged in. He was so enamored with the dark armor's power, so obsessed and blinded by bloodlust that he didn't stop to think about any of this. Not until Cass basically slapped him across the face and told him to snap out of.

And then he realized. He'd almost died-and died horribly, feeding a leashless monster. That was how lost he was in his bid for power. He had a whole-ass personal crisis before deciding to take up kidnapping as a hobby.

Donnie raises an eyebrow. “Kidnapping me was the less extreme option.” “Correct.” “I mean, yes, kidnapping one turtle isn’t as bad as unleashing a literal demon, but like…you couldn’t have found some middle ground?” “You’re my strongest arrow,” he replies simply. And it feels like someone’s dumped ice water over him. “Don’t be angry. I tried to compromise with you. I would have let you keep your name and your family, but you’re the one who refused to meet me in the middle.” Donnie just looks off to the side. “Think about it.” Draxum approaches his table, reaching out and grasping Donnie’s shackled hand, fingers curling around him like a claw. “You’re going to help me protect Yokai and mutants alike. We will do great work together, and when I lead my people into the sun with you by my side, your name will go down in history.” He does a little smile at that, like it’s a pleasant thought. “You just have to tell me what you want that name to be.”

I was kind of hoping someone would catch onto this. At this point, Draxum is still considering Donnie (or rather, his fantasy son who doesn't have a name yet) to be an accessory to his power. Like yeah, he wants him to be revered and rewarded after the fighting is done, but when the history books are written he'd be a chapter in Draxum's book. The next time he mentions the whole 'lead our people into the sun' thing, he says they'll do it 'side-by-side' because he now considers Galois an equal, and as time goes on he will eventually see himself as the person meant to help Galois on his path and set him up as the true savior of the Yokai.

#doth asks #donatello #baron draxum

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compacflt · 1 year

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okay so something I love in what you've written is the running thematic element of how the "lack" of a character is treated as its own entity/character, not only with Goose--how he’s the “center of the universe” as you say--but also with Sarah. Idk if I just focused hard on Ice’s childhood/adolescence the entire time reading because I’m obsessed with how you wrote him, but the way there were bits and pieces thrown in about her as the story unfolded (Tom's pot-smoking era, the way they grew up so different but had a similar childhood, the unreturned letters and phone calls--also, Ice seeing Chorus Line on Broadway alone was so silly I loved it. Iceman Kazansky: pilot by day, musical theater fan by night. why was he so interested in fucking Chorus Line of all musicals.) but she never actually made an in-the-flesh appearance makes the entire fic, and Ice’s characterization, so dynamic and moving. Like Ice didn’t grow up as a sad little kid with no siblings and some evil overbearing Admiral father that turned him into a Navy-regulated cog in the machine; he had a sister (and grandmother?? A hipster Woodstock grandma?) who loved or at least cared for him a long long time ago, and her presence left a very visible mark (both emotionally and career-wise) on him no matter how “ice cold” he made himself. And in the very very beginning of WWGATTAI, he and Mav were bro-talking about their families and Ice was all like “grr I might as well not have a sister” because he’s secretly Popeye he was grouchy and young and Sarah had stopped talking to him, but then 9/11 happened and he kept trying to get in touch with her just to make sure she’s okay, and then they finally get to talk at the end of Debriefing and it's like...he's reached the top and he's become the person he's always wanted to become, but he's still the exact same. He wants his sister. He's “The Iceman" and can probably run the Navy on his own, but he’s also just someone’s little brother that used to smoke pot with all the other California hippies. He misses her but he can't talk about it.

Also, you didn't just shoehorn her into the story as a character that would be the Tom Kazansky Version of Carole-and-Goose (or as Ice's wife LMAO) and I loved how you gave her personal depth and a purpose/life outside the story while still adding to Ice's characterization through giving him another person to (a) care too much about and (b) shove into his closet of skeletons because the relationship he has with them is breaking some sort of federal regulation. I hope this all makes sense hahaha, but anyway I loved Sarah and how you treated her. It was so entertaining/heartbreaking to watch Ice wrestle with how the main three people he loves are his communist sister, a male romantic partner who is also a subordinate he bails out of sticky situations constantly, and the son of the man he was involved in the death of. crazy stuff.

ok this is so funny & I love this so much because… it wasn't really how I was thinking about it at the time & I'm so glad it comes across as much warmer than how I originally wrote it... okay like i could explain everything but muh “death of the author”…… eh fuck it okay. I’ll put it under a cut so you can choose not to watch me auto-fellate. another long post, sorry.

so, on Sarah.

I should start this post by saying straight off the bat that she’s literally just a self-insert for me, the author, as a leftist who lives in New York and would not give someone like Tom the time of day, so I could feel better morally/ethically about writing Top Gun fanfiction. So, there’s that. But she (just like everyone else in this fic) is just a tool to get across information about Ice and the story as a whole, and there’s a reason she was introduced in chapter one (two if you’re reading on AO3 i guess. no prologue, wtf is up with that AO3 you guys need to fix that). I wanted to convey a shitload of information at the start, especially because I was posting semi-weekly and wanted people to know what they were getting into because it’s a slow burn.

To summarize what happens in chapter one:

Goose is dead.

Ice and Maverick kill some MiGskyites in addition to killing Goose and it cements some weird fucked-up hyperinterdependent relationship between them.

No, this does not make them instantly friends. They are still fundamentally different people who dislike each other’s outlook on life.

Ice kills some more Soviets and becomes Maverick’s equal, though still not in rank/honor.

Ice writes to his sister Sarah, who doesn’t answer.

Ice hooks up with a girl, but finds that he can’t relate to her as much as he did before the experience of TOPGUN. Also, he can’t relate to women at all.

Ice tries to visit Sarah, and is rejected.

Ice sees A Chorus Line on Broadway by himself.

Ice and Maverick talk to each other as semi-equals, and Ice explains that his sister is a Commie who will never talk to him again. He also explains that he wants to get to the top because he thinks it will make him a good man, or that he can make the Navy better because he himself is a good man. Maverick says, yeah right bozo.

So we’re 5,000 words into a 90,000-word fic and already you know the following:

This entire story and everyone in it revolves around Goose’s death and who gets the blame for Goose’s death.

Ice and Mav are brought together not because they like each other, but because the experience of killing both their friend and their enemies has made it impossible for anyone else on Earth to understand them to that same extent. From the first word, they're already both so fucked-up it really is each other or nobody.

This is gonna be a sloooow burn.

Ice and Mav might end up as superior and subordinate, but they are fundamentally equal ("you can be my wingman anytime/bullshit you can be mine"), and start out as equals. They are now directly responsible for the same amount of death.

Sarah is Ice’s sister, so Ice is definitely not getting married to a woman in this fic. Good news for everyone scared by the slow burn.

Ice had previously had fun with women, and still wants to marry a woman because it "follows all the rules," but after meeting Maverick/the whole TOPGUN experience he finds them annoying/unrelatable. He can’t relate to women at all and doesn't believe this woman when she tells him she loves him because he himself has never been in love with a woman. He is gay.

Ice sees A Chorus Line on Broadway by himself. He is gay.

Sarah will not be in this fic, and Ice is a categorically lonely man who is isolated from anyone who could possibly help him talk about how he feels.

Sarah is a Communist who rejected her military brother, not the other way around, so this is a leftist fic from a leftist perspective, but about conservative men whose conservative personal and political opinions will be repeatedly challenged by the end. This is not a pro-Navy story.

As a corollary to that, the ship for Ice to “be a good man” has already sailed. He’s gonna try his best to be a good man—emphasis on man—throughout the story, but he’s already failed from the very first line.

And Ice steadfastly and stubbornly refuses to be honest with us or himself about how he feels about any of the above.

So you basically have everything you need to understand the rest of the story. Now you (reader) and I (author) can meet each other in the middle on equal terms, and the real story can actually finally get started in the next chapter. It’s a lot of information. Which is why it’s not written very well and the pacing is fucked.

But yeah I just used “Sarah” as an expository tool to help first-time readers understand the political lens of this fic from the get-go, so we don’t have to have a lot of hand-wringing when Ice becomes a war hero of the Persian Gulf War or anything like that (though in my a/n for chapter 5 i did admittedly do some hand-wringing. i gotta delete those a/ns). So, Sarah becomes kind of a weak stand-in for Ice’s political guilt. She’s only mentioned four times besides chapter one, i think—once when Ice is with “Laura” (he is still incredibly guilty about all the people he killed & feels like he let “Sarah” down); once with 9/11 (he still thinks about “Sarah” often enough that she’s the first thing he thinks of when the country has been attacked [still haven't decided if this is the real Sarah though]); once when he’s getting high with Maverick (he is constantly reminded by the brass of the ways in which he is not a good man); and once at the end of “Debriefing,” where they actually get to talk to each other—because he has finally “snapped out of it” and left the Navy.

This fic wasn’t meant to be my sorta-kinda-but-not-really-anti-military soapbox preaching, though, which is why Sarah’s hardly in it at all. It’s a D-plot. Maybe even an E-plot. All in service of the Icemav A-plot. That end scene has a couple different purposes, actually. The second is that Sarah, who at this point is pretty much just a stranger, becomes a receptacle for Ice to prove that he can finally be honest with himself and others about his relationship with Maverick. And…that’s pretty much it. I did do more with her in my Slider one-shot but i honestly dk if that’s getting posted at this point (ITS ROUGH) so im not gonna talk about it now.

But—that was all Sarah as a symbol, which is very un-fun. Sarah as a character is kind of a blank slate, but how Ice thinks about her/misses her is not, as you said :) I’m wary of posting headcanons that are dependent on my fic, though I do have many, because I feel like that’s not really the point of headcanons… “compacflt!Ice-specific headcanons…” idk that seems a little self-aggrandizing even for me. But, yeah, I guess I would characterize my Ice’s childhood as not greeeaaat, because his dad apparently died in Vietnam when he was like eight and his mom apparently died in a car crash when he was twelve (which is why he’s such a good driver [ch 8 notwithstanding DO NOT DRIVE 120 ON I-5]), but also not, like, abusive or anything. Raised by his grandmother (in the Slider one-shot, which I might as well spoil for you since I’m feeling quite hopeless about it, Slider kinda helps Ice deal with her death in the second year they’re at the Academy together, and it’s how their friendship really starts) who might have been hippy-ish and encouraged him breaking the rules, but also he & his sister were very very impacted by the death of their father at war. This is getting kind of deep into it, and I’m just kinda making it up, but I think there was probably a lot of strife between him and Sarah when he was gearing up to go to the Academy/getting his recommendations etc., like actual arguments and screaming matches—yes, she’s disappointed in him, but more than anything she wants to keep him safe so he doesn’t die like their dad (relevant for ice/rooster later)—and he ended up losing her, so it made a deep, deep impression on how he handles (avoids) confrontation about serious stuff like this when he knows he's gonna lose… my ice has a confrontation issue, obviously. but so does canon. see him "apologizing" to maverick for goose's death in the movie for another example of this. bro is struggling.

But thats just me makin shit up so whatever.

But that’s me just makin shit up so whatever.

#it is semi-unfortunate that any character who is not ice in any of my fics #is just a tool for ice’s development lol #i literally was so delightedly confused when someone told me juno was their favorite OC #i was like ? she was just a way to show ice does have respect for other ‘minorities’ in the navy just not himself #ice is straight-up libcoded im sorry #normie median Biden voter ice #but yeah it’s not a very empathetic way to write #the whole rooster one-shot was written because i felt so horrible about how i treated rooster in my fics #bc he really is such a tragic figure in the story #you know how i compared ice/rooster to abraham/isaac?#that’s because i realized I was like this story's god asking abraham to sacrifice his son for his own character development #i still feel awful about it #anyway thank you so so much for the lovely lovely ask I love talking about this stuff #edts notes #asks #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #my ice is an army brat but joined the navy cause ‘like hell am i flying choppers’

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pepsiiwho · 7 months

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Thank u for rb-ing the ask game. Here are 5000 asks: ♥️, 🎁 , 👓, 💕, 🍬, and 💌. These are just for you to keep: 💖💓💓♥️💞💕💘💞💘💗❤️💘💘♥️💖💓💖❤️💖💞💓💞💖💗

So many things here should I even answer this in one big thing....

This one is getting it's own post I have too much to say for it but the short answer is "[sound here] sounded like rocks hitting a wall" if you actually read my work you should know this one it's my calling card at this point.

It gets long after this sorry guys

2. This one isn't anything you'd like, a shame I just sent it to you but here's a little piece of the most recent WIP I have as of (checks watch) 3 hours ago. BG3 WIP Title pending.

The woman walks out with her tail between her legs, literally, and Alabaster watches the door close soundlessly behind her as if commanded. The silence between them sits for a moment a second or two before Alabaster speaks. “She's pretty. You might have a type though.” “What are you doing here?” She didn’t think a sleep-ruffled Astarion would be the one she’d be interacting with when she decided to pay a visit today, but the sight is pleasing all the same. His hair is as white as it’s ever been, only a touch longer. She isn’t sure if actual vampires are capable of being surprised (something something the alertness of darkness or something) but the expression on Asraion’s face was what she would coin as ‘your lover coming home to see you with your mistress' . “You missed me?” He asks. It doesn’t come out like a question, as breathy as it sounds. “I missed you” She responds. She rolls her shoulders, getting ready for the dance that is talking to Astarion. “I also need your help.” “You came back because you need me?” There's a sharp smile slowly making it’s way onto his face, laughlines bending to build the expression. He’s sitting up, moving to reach her height. She nods, pulling at the tightly wound strings in his chest, plucking absently. “I need you.” She responds. Talking to him feels like playing an instrument you haven't touched in a long time, slowly allowing muscle memory to take over so the music can once again be moved by your masterful hands. He smiles full now, as if realizing something she doesn’t know, and she’s reminded that you never really forget how to tune an instrument.

3. What helps me focus when I write... booty shaking music for throwing ass OR hating whatever is happening around me. no in-between.

4. This is a really hard question because if we mean like, emotionally? I could cop out and give a three way tie between Complimentary Soap (it isn't good I'm just nostalgic), Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021) (it is good and I'm nostalgic) and Like A Brick In The Wall (good and new but god it's chaptered.) But, right now I'm gonna say my most recent fic I posted Going Home; All Over Again. I really love it even tho no one will ever read it (save you). The curse of rare pairs.

5. Okay another long one let's go. I'm only counting things with multiple pics posted...

HADES -

I Missed You Terribly And Like A Dream— You Appeared, Smiling At Me, Just So

Most of my stuff from here isn't good anymore, and while there's another that's more self indulgent and scratches the itch inside my body that aches dully for more Hypnos content at all times, this one reads the best rn. So it win.

HAIKYUU-

Tequilas, Margaritas and Seawater

everything in this fandom is old and arguably bad so nostalgia points carry weight here. This. one was a gift and idk why but it reads amazingly. holds up still

FE3H -

Like A Brick In The Wall

All fe fics are the DEVIL because of any in this list I CARE about these the most no competition. Anyway. This fic didn't win the previous bracket of my fav fic ever but it is my fav in the tag. Don't ask me to explain. I'm sorry.

CSM -

I Squint Out My Peripheral, Peaking Through My Fingers To See You

I don't work here man... I hate this goddamn pic its so good.

DRV3-

Nintendo Direct (Circa June 2021)

She's gonna do it every time... V3 hospital au I lOVE you.

(Listing out my written fandoms like this is the saddest thing ever my GOD I'm cringey)

6. I feel like the tropes I love most I never write myself... it's honestly kinda fandom specific but across the board...? Royalty au. not regency but kinda. A little to the left.

#the funnies #there's so many fandom here I'm not tagging it #read my pics and comment #fanfiction #read it do it #plwease

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atherix · 1 year

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Dear Midnight readers,

We are gathered hear today to mourn the loss of Atherix after she was brutally murdered by both gnawing and shaking at the hands of Stitch.

Atherix was a lovely writer in their time, produce for us two quality chapters in a matter of hours and she will be missed.

The burial service will be on thee plot B at Fuck You Cemetery at Midnight Tonight.

I AM GOING TO SHAKE YOU SO MUCH. YOU ARE LIKE A SNOW GLOBE AND I AM AN OVERENTHUASTIC CHILD IM. I DON'T HAVE COHERENT THOUGHTS BC I READ THE FIRST CHAPTER WHILE INCOHERENT AND THE SECOND CHAPTER RIGHT AS I WOKE UP THIS MORNING. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU, FIRST OF ALL???????

GOD the glyph disappearing. The faCT THAT I KNOW WHY YOU FUCKING BROUGHT IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM TORMENTED WITH KNOWLEDGE.

The comb, the memory sharing, the vulnerability as Scar puts it I am in LOVE

ALSO THEY SAID THE TITLE. I don't care that midnight is super common in the story it makes me happy anyway.

And Grian not getting the whole shadows are light but not thing is so funny. oh my god.

'the magic the gods hold' SHAKES YOU. SHAKING YOU. SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE.

OH AND THEN THE DREAM AT THE END THERE??? EXCUSE ME!!! I mean. I knew it would come back up. But the fact that its there is making me INSANE

and then the fucking. the ALLEY. 'Its been a few years' HOW MANY IS A FEW, GRIAN. I NEED TO KNOW, GRIAN. ARE YOU FUCKING SURE SIR???????? Listen. Listen. I didn't even think that maybe grian was in stasis or some shit til everyone else was like 'is grian actually like centuries old and doesnt know' BECAUSE NOW. I AM THINKING ABOUT IT. I AM CONNECTING DOTS. I AM FUCKING GNAWING ON SHIT. THE FACT THAT HE SPEAKS ANCIENT. THE FACT THAT SCAR'S TOME HAS ADDED LINES THAT WERENT IN HIS BOOK. THE STATE OF THE ALLEY. The crack was narrows but now theres a giant hole in the ceiling. Other creatures have taken up residency in the alley. Grian's constant 'hes a little confused but hes got the spirit' vibes about everything. MY GEARS ARE FUCKING SPINNING.

God the fact that Grian just goes in. That grian keeps gettingb pulled out of his own head by his mates. The fact that Mumbo pulls Scar and tubbo down because its definitely not safe for them to just stay outside the mountain oh my god but then. Then.

Why DO the Watchers want the Tome hidden in a city full of Observants is my fucking question that I still haven't cracked. This is like one of those geodes full of water - thunderegg? I think they're called??? But I have theories okay. If the watchers are supposedly all seeing but the Palace had them wandering around AND they were walking around in a physical enough form for Grian to kill THREE of them right. Right. And theres the whole - the watchers Grian remembers werent following the stuff inside the tome right. WHAT IF. WHAT THE FUCK IF. [I feel like im talking to like. a twitch chat bc I know you arent gonna say shit about it] BUT OKAY THESE WATCHERS ARE LIKE. DEVIANT. THEYVE STRAYED. AND THEYVE MADE A BREAK OFF WITH THE ALLEY. AND THEY MAKE PEOPLE HIDE THEIR TOMES TO HIDE THEM FROM THE EYES OF THE OTHER WATCHERS, WHO SEE THAT THE ONES WHOVE TAKEN FORM ARENT FOLLOWING THE RULES. IDK. LISTEN. I READ THIS HALF DELIRIOUSLY.

Why do I recognize the Magical Menagerie. And WHY does Grian take his Tome if he already has Scars unless theirs some like godling part of his brain thats just like, dragon hoarding all the tomes. What is going on. What the fuck.

I dont fucking know if I believe that grian's only been gone for five years at this point. Relatively recent abandonment my ass, Scar. Tubbo and Mumbo have already called it, I'm believing your anons, Grian is OLD. WHERE ARE THE REMAINS. 5 YEARS IS NOT LONG ENOUGH FOR BODIES TO DECAY COMPLETELY AWATY. ABSOLUTELY NOT. THIS PLACE IS OLD AS BALLS.

And the way Grian just FLIES off when he hears Tilly's bark and the fact that I fucking TRUSTED YOU!!!! THE PALACE LOOKED LIVED IN AND THEN YOU TORMENT ME WITH THEIR DEAD LOVED ONES?? YOU MAKE MUMBO WATCH AS ONE OF HIS MATES AND HIS COVEN CHILD HIT THE APPARITIONS OF HIS DEAD WIFE AND DAUGHTER????? EXCUSE ME HOW FUCKING DARE YOU????????

the watchers eat pets im calling it now. This is a completely baseless accusation. they eat the pets.

'They prey on your emotions and then consume everything you are' HEY UH. HEY THERE TUBBO. TUB TUB. HEY BESTIE. ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY YOUR PARENTS ARE ACTIVELY BEING CONSUMED??????

AND THEN THE FALLING. AND THE FACT THAT THEY ARE ALL SO FUCKED UP. I AM SHAKING YOU. YOU ARE A CHEW TOY TO ME RN.

Oh man, looks like I need to get fitted for the casket real fast hjkfgdhskg-

OKAY BUT THAT ENTIRE INTRO TO THIS MADE ME CACKLE LIKE A HYENA COME ON-

... Am I at least a pretty snowglobe- KHFSJKFHSJKFKSJ OKAY BUT I CACKLED MYSELF TO SLEEP LAST NIGHT JUST IMAGINING YOU WAKING UP AND LOOKING AT YOUR PHONE AND SEEING MY "YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME" AND THE UPDATE NOTIF AND IT WAS TOTALLY WORTH IT <3

HEHEHEHE :) KNOWLEDGE YOU CAN NEVER SHARE WITH ANOTHER READER HEHEHEHE. Idk if it'll be catharsis when it comes up again but HFKSHFKJSK :)

He's trying to be better for them <3 Trying to be more open and honest and let them in more <3 And the memory sharing- it means so much more this time because last time he shared his memories with them they were asking questions, but this time he volunteered the info himself- invited them to see it, and I am so khfdshgkjdfshgkjfd I am so NORMAL about them <3

I LOVE A GOOD TITLE DROP <3 And hey. Midnight is very significant in the Midnight series :) Cough cough a midnight sun.... the Midnight Alley........ a midnight Eclipse.................. :)

Grian over here like "LIGHT IS LIGHT AND SHADOW IS SHADOW" lmaaoooo I love him, magic is a conundrum to him.

🙂 Hehe~

LOOK. LOOK IT WAS A PERFECT CHANCE. HOW COULD I RESIST :)

Hey. Hey Stitch. Looks like there are some surprises I haven't mentioned to you yet LMAO <3 I will neither confirm nor deny anything, and I shall explain nothing <3 I will say this, though.... for someone running away, Grian sure hasn't met anyone looking for him, has he. :)

Grian is just. So. Stubborn. If he didn't have Mumbo and Scar to reel him in this would have gone So Bad hjfdkjk but also the fact that he LETS them help him I am just so hjkfdskkfds

You are speaking to a chat, yes, because I can answer literally NONE of those :'D And these are questions I will not answer in private either <3 I need to leave SOME mysteries for you <3

You know, if the last page of the Tome is different, I wonder what else might be. Just. Just saying. :) As for why you recognize Magical Menagerie, it was mentioned in Midnight Melody, so <3

*cough*alsostalactiteswhereglassusedtobe*cough* Sorry sorry got something stuck in my throat, but :) It's an interesting idea isn't it, my dear Stitch and readers~

Haha the Palace IS lived in :) :) TRUST ME. IT'S OKAY TO TRUST ME HAHA <3 Okay but also Scar having that split moment of like "oh shit what do I do I know it's not his dead wife but it LOOKS like her" and just hjfdhsjkghdskj BUT I FUCKING DARE <3

HFSJUKHFKJS LMAO baseless accusation but you know what, they don't deserve the benefit of the doubt.

:) Hehehe

WHERE WILL THEY LAND I WONDER? HEY STITCH. STITCH DO YOU REMEMBER. I MENTIONED IT BEFORE. :) But. But hehehe <3

#Ask #Midnight Series #One of the fun parts about telling a friend some of your twists is that they have no clue the OTHERS are coming #so while they're waiting for That Twist you slam them with This One out of left field LMAO <3 #Long Post

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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"I promise to plant kisses like seeds on you body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you." -Tyler Knott Gregson

THIS. FUCKING. CHAPTER. HOLY FUCK.

Magnus Bane. The boy from nowhere. The fact that this boy went from this, to making this way everywhere he went... I just...fuck😭

Please I love Raphael so much jdvskdbdid I need him to give me advice like, everyday

Their meeting is just😭SCREAMING AND CRYING!! I am love them!!! Magnus wanting to call him Alexander since the first time, Alec always wanting to know more about him and wanting him to stay and MAGNUS BEING HIS FIRST AND WANTING MORE!!!

Eating raisins is consider a love language and I will be thinking about the way Alec ate them for Magnus even in their first meeting and-

I think Magnus kinda killed Alec that day with his flirting. I would have died right there tbh

Their first meeting and they have seen each other shirtless already smh. You knew something was up from that moment!!

Ok but Magnus always reassuring him that it's ok to want something.... My heart is full and my anxiety cured

Alec getting scared of something happening to Magnus the same way it happened to Max. It's ok. I don't have a heart anymore :)

THE KISS!! I REPEAT ITS THEIR FIRST KISS THIS IS A HISTORICAL MOMENT OK?!? THIS SHIT NEED TO BE ON MUSEUMS!!!

If he doesn't let you walk him to his dorm just so he can spend time with you and then walk YOU to your dorm even tho he has a fucking car... Then what's the point????

“I’m saying who we are matters more than anything,” Jia corrects. “So, use it to your advantage.” Jia is my president. I only answer to her. And to Aline because she is cool as fuck! Fuck Bridgestock!!

Maybe he should do something different on his off day. Go out? Meet some people? Yeah. No. That sounds awful. MOOD AS FUCK

Alec wonders if Magnus will ever truly feel at home anywhere. Just with you, love...

They really said we are going to talk and figured this shit out but first let's fuck huh? Now I know where Max got it from....

Magnus is hard to hold onto.

He is like water. He slips away.

But Alec holds on.

He holds on for as long as he can.

Then he lets go.

This being kind of a parallel for the divorce... I'm in awe

Magnus is a cutie and he is the reason I believe in beauty!!!!

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it out together,” Alec promises. “We’re good at that.”

“Figuring things out?” Magnus asks.

“Doing things together,” Alec smiles.

Communication is hot and beautiful and sexy!!!

God,I love Anjali and the way they are all a little scared of her... ✨women✨

Rafael moving in with Anjali makes me feel like a proud parent 🥺🥺 but also omfg she is right!!! They are soo dramatic!! It's not even that horrible and yess I have been there done that!!! But is all fine anyway, they can be horny on the meantime :)

I'm love Jace and Lexi and we should all appreciate them😎

CAMILA!!! I MISSED HER!! AND I AGREE EVERYTHING SHE SAID😌

They are indeed weirdos, but you'll learn to love them💙💙

That family session was pure chaos and I wouldn't trade it for anything!! But poor David, he always gets dragged into this jdhdidbdkkd

Alec and Anjali are both two hopelessly in love simps and ready to change the law for the one they love!! But don't ever tell her I called her that bc I'm scared of her :))

LUCA. LITERALLY HIM AND EVERYTHING HE SAYS>>>>>>

Favorite bits as usual:

“Are you saying I won’t fall?”

“No,” Luca shakes his head. “I’m asking what’s the big deal if you do fall?”

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"The Lightwood-Banes defy probability. Don’t let a number hold you back.”

Oh, if only I had someone in my life that made me tamales😭😭 I know how to do them,but still!

The great meaning that opening the window has, and the way it reflects that he is okay, he is going to be okay. The window has been bolted shut for far too long, and finally it let's all the light pass💚

FINALLY. THEY SAID IT!! THEY SAID "I LOVE YOU" AND. THEY ALSO TALKED AND COMMUNICATED AND SHIT!! MY BABES ARE GROWING🥺

Why do you never find a taxi when you need one? I don't know, taxis never come when you need to be hit by one smh

Going from "I can't live without him" to "I can live without him, but I don't want to because I choose him every time" makes me feel a lot of things😭

God the parallels of their first meeting and the first time asking for a date and this time!!!! HAVE I TOLD YOU LATELY HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SHIT??? THE PARALLELS AND THE WAY THEY ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE BUT AT THE SAME TIME THEY ARE STILL... THEM??? FUCK I LOVE IT!!

I can't even mention my favorite parts from here, I just loved all of it and the way it shows how much they have changed and how they are not in a better place to try again and take things slow and to they way they prefer....

“Alec,” he smiles at Magnus gently. “But you can call me Alexander.”

Magnus exhales softly. “Alexander.”

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“One day, I’ll put that ring back where it belongs,” Alec whispers.

Thank you so much for this story. The way it makes me feel things I can't completely put into words always amazes me. Never stop Dani💚

Epilogue here we go!!!

Chapter 40 was SUPER intense with parallels and I had so much fun writing it.

Thank you so much for always being there for me.

Noah: dani im one of your fave mutuals right?

me: noah you are one of my fave people ;)

#tlnd

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elytrafemme · 2 years

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mare mare MARE!!! the gay chapter did not disappoint my friend!!!!! i. man. i have read quite a few arospec realization scenes in my time but genuinely i have never read one that felt so REAL!!!! and i get it's probably bc you went thru similar realizations but still. ough

i wanna point out that line about everything making some sense for my love my boy my wonder csranboo. like..... augh!! here's a kid who's dealt with so much confusion and missing pieces and a brain he can't quite rely on, and he's finally learning things about himself that make sense. holy FUCK that messed me up.

i also had a playlist consisting of mostly joe hisashi on while i read this. so that really upped the experience

all in all 10/10 gay chapter. went above and beyond the hype <3

alek alek ALEK!!! HI!!!! i'm SO so glad u liked the chapter :D

writing the arospec realization scene was actually harder than I thought considering that i did have my own arospec realization, but for me my realization and reaction was REALLY different (i had a full blown mental breakdown after mine HAHA) just because of different life contexts-- it made more sense to me to give cs!ranboo one that reflects that he's noticed his lack of attraction at least in some capacity but also has limited experience and knowledge to guide it, even though i was uh pretty much the exact opposite in every way

which is why i'm so glad that people liked that scene because it's always a little nerve-wracking writing something that you don't know the feeling of personally? like i have to do that a lot with CS obviously but most of the time i can extrapolate enough to get where the feelings are coming from, but with that i was just trying to tie together everything i'd shown about him in the fic so far and hey, i guess it worked!

YESSSS it's really nice that like. what am i trying to say here. i really hope that people see that the way you did with like, no matter what happens or what shit he experiences, ranboo still was able to figure out a lot of himself, and that's like. undeniably one of the best things to happen to him. despite the melancholy and all the bullshit that was a really good day for him because two things he struggled with made sense, and not only did they make sense, but he was validated as being okay to experience them. its rly important to his character imo and im glad it hit hard for people

YOOOO never heard of that artist but ill check em out :D

ohhhh im so so glad that means so much to me <33 srry for the rambles and stuff but like! im just. really happy that u liked it more than my hype implied bc i was so worried that i overhyped it but seeing the reactions has made my entire year already

#nightmare.ask #cough syrup spoilers #nightmare.cough-syrup #wooper tag :]#nightmare.fave

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peyton-warren · 1 year

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Writing Questions Tag Game!

Belated, but tagged by @darsynia, thanks, hon!!

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

As cheesy as it sounds, I will have to say Blinded by the Fog is my all time favorite idea to date. Its a perfect combination of my two current fandoms and where I am in life and in my mental health journey. i was kind of wandering through fanfic until i got the prompt that inspired it - "You are the wife of a soldier who is missing in action and presumed dead. His best friend, who survived the war, offered you comfort and companionship, and over time love blossomed. A year later, you learn that your husband is alive and is coming home. Now you must confess to him that you have moved on—or have you?"- and its all my brain wants to focus on right now. its almost taking over my life, and I'm kind of okay with that. I'm trying to stay away from tropes but at the same time embracing the ones that are part of this story organically. The three main characters really keep surprising me with what happens, and I'm not sure how its going to end to be completely honest even though I have started the Epilogue.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

"Why are you cockblocking your own characters?" was a question I got from a fellow writer years ago when she read a draft I wrote and was struggling with the smut portion of it. And because of her pushing me, the completed chapter was some of the hottest stuff I've ever written. I still think of that phrase when I'm struggling with my own brain while writing fic, especially sexy times. I have minimal self-assurance that my writing is any good and often need someone else to validate it before I post or even write an idea I have.

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

I love putting what I see in my brain down on paper, to see the story and the dialog play out on paper.

The parts I can take or leave is the self worth i struggle with in regards to my writing (it stems beyond that but the question is about writing). I always need validation from someone else its good, worth posting etc, even though I'm the first person to tell someone else to post their writing. Brains are hard and weird.

Another part I'd like to leave is taht the number of reblogs, comments, kudos, recognition of any kind = my writing's worth. Ugh I hate that feeling.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

I love writing, i love creating, i love bringing to life the lives of these characters outside the stories we already know about them.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

That writing anything and everything will make me a better writer. That everyone sucks when they start anything. That I dont have to be stellar to have people want to read what I'm writing. And that pushing my characters to fit into an outline I wanted them to follow would result in stalled stories, that wouldn't go anywhere. Its how Two Brothers Walk Into A Bar petered out. I tried to force a relationship that neither character wanted and as much as I loved that story it didn't move forward from that point.

What is your favourite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Days of Our Freakin' Camp is my favorite story that I've written to completion. What started out as a drabble grew grew and grew into this 20 chapter story that took me and the readers for a ride along the way. I didn't plan out how it was going to go, it just happened. and I'm so proud of how it turned out.

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

The drugs he had picked up on Whitefall. The ones he was careful to take for fear the others would notice a change in him. Jayne had no choice. He wanted to maintain that he was indeed human and not the monster he had become long before he came to Serenity. The bear reminded him of the human he used to be. Someone with a beating heart who actually felt emotion. Not this cold hearted creature that sat in his bunk, wishing it would all go away.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Merle Dixon was the hardest for me to write, even though I grew up around people like him and have been around folks of the same small minded mind set most of my life. The more i struggle with my own demons to not be a pushover and just let people have their opinions of the world around us, the more difficult it is to write people like Merle.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

that I am an amazing writer who needs to have more confidence in myself and my writing.

No pressure tags (but I'd love to see your thoughts)- @adulting-sucks, @ronearoundblindly, @joannaliceevans-fanficblog, @geralts-yenn, @raccoon-eyed-rebel, and @jvanilly and @sarahdonald87 - even though I know you two haven't published anything yet.

#tag game #writers tag game #writers of tumblr

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wjforever · 1 year

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Shatter me again. Chapter 95. Final chapter

"We're here," Kenji declares, and I look out the window, tearing my eyes away from Adam.

I discover that we're underground, in some kind of elaborate parking garage, and I am angry with myself for missing the moment when we drove inside. I should have been more careful. But I have an excuse. Adam is getting worse, and I tried to periodically bring him out of a semi-conscious state. It was getting harder and harder for me. It hurts to feel almost useless when you can't help a loved one. Not surprisingly, all my attention was exclusively on him. It doesn't matter where we're going or how we get there. If only Adam would alive.

"Adam has to go straight to the medical wing," Kenji announces.

"They have a medical wing?" This surprises me. I hoped that they had doctors and some medicines, medical instruments. But the medical wing… It doesn't make me happy, it scares me. Because I just recently escaped from a place where there was something similar. But Kenji doesn't notice my worry.

"Oh, this place has everything. It'll blow your goddamn mind."

The anxiety only gets stronger. Because I'm not sure we haven't arrived at another base, with another handful of psychopaths. I just got rid of one. I won't outlive anyone else.

Kenji hits a switch on the ceiling and a faint light illuminates the car. Still struggling with his body, he steps out the door.

"Wait here, I'll get someone to bring a stretcher."

"Okay." I nod. Adam's health is the most important thing right now.

Kenji disappears from sight and I look at Adam. I study his facial features. He should be fine, he definitely should.

A few seconds pass. A few moments of peace and calm. And then everything happens too fast.

Four people suddenly run into the room. Two men and two women. They immediately approach the car. Kenji opens the door for them from Adam's side. It's strange, but Kenji suddenly looks completely different. He seems stronger, faster, even taller. It's weird, considering how exhausted he seemed to me recently. But now I see that he's in control. A figure of authority. These people know and obey him.

I suddenly feel real anxiety, almost fear. What if I was wrong? What if I trusted the wrong person. Another psychopath could have played another role. Someone good-natured, friendly-minded to us. Hasn't Warner been doing the same thing all this time? My God, what am I doing? I should have listened to Adam's intuition. He has it much better developed than mine.

But it's too late. Adam is already being lifted onto a stretcher, quickly examined. It's hard for me to make out what they're saying. Something about blood loss, about the need for urgent measures.

A young woman and a man look at me. They are all dressed in strange outfits. White suits with gray stripes down the side. It's probably a medical uniform.

"How long has he been in such condition?" A woman asks me.

"It's been a few hours." Kenji answers for me. "Hurry up."

His voice is so authoritative, confident.

I see them starting to take Adam away.

"Wait!" I shout and at the same time trip out of the car. "Wait. I'll go with you!"

I know James is still in the car and I should probably stay with him. But I want to be near Adam.

Kenji stops me halfway.

"You can't go with them. Not now. Don't prevent them from doing their job. You can’t be with him for what they need to do."

"What? What do you mean?"

The world goes is fading in and out of focus. Everything suddenly seems so unreal. It's like I'm in a dream. And everything loses its meaning. It seems to me that I was deceived. Again. I was mistaken. I trusted someone I shouldn't have. I don't know where we are. I don't know who all these people are. I have no idea who Kenji is. And in his appearance at our place are so many oddities. He never explained anything to us, joking or talking some nonsense. Why did I believe him at all? Wasn't experience supposed to teach me anything? You can't take people's word for it. And this doesn't look at all like groundless paranoia.

Kenji. He has been Adam's friend. But is he a friend? Judging by their relationship, Adam has always treated him skeptically, without much trust and enthusiasm. Adam seems to know him, but hasn't he doubted him all this time? Adam. My Adam. Adam, who these people are taking away from me now, and I'm not even allowed to go with him to make sure everything is okay. And I don't know why.

"They will help him, Juliette. You need to focus, pull yourself together. I understand it's been a crazy day, you're tired. But I need you to stay calm.

His voice is suddenly so soft, so steady, so clear. I've heard something similar before. Warner talked to me like that when he tried to convince me of something. Oh, my God.

"Who are you?" I'm beginning to panic. I want to take James and Adam and get the hell out of here. But I can't. Adam has already been taken away. James is unconscious and I don't even know what he did to him. And I can't drive the damn car. "Who are you…?"

Kenji sighs. "You're exhausted. Probably starving. You're in shock from a million emotions. This is logical. I understand. I won't hurt you. You're safe now. All of you. Adam is safe. James is safe."

Jesus, how familiar it sounds, how familiar it is. I can hear him in Kenji's voice. I still have the gun in my hand. His gun. I can't handle them all, I'm not sure that the gun will fire even one more time. But I could try. At least try… I squeeze the butt of the gun, trying to give Kenji one last chance. To give myself one last attempt to believe…

"I want to be with Adam… I want to see what they're going to do to him…"

"Juliette, it's unnecessary. They're helping him…"

I don't want to hear him.

"What are you going to do with us? Why do you really need us? Why did you lure us here?" My eyes are wide open, I look around, trying to better understand where we are. "What do you want from us? Do you need me? Right? You all need me. And Adam and James are suffering because of me."

"Hey, Juliette. I'll explain everything to you when you rest and calm down."

"No! No! I don't want to be here."

Kenji looks down, rubs his forehead, reaches into his pocket. "I really didn’t want to have to do this."

I freeze. I know I'm in danger, but I feel numb and for some reason I can't bring myself to raise my hand with a gun. Just not again. And I don't even think about using my power against him. Meanwhile, he takes something that looks like a gun out of his pocket. But strange, plastic, transparent one. I've seen something like this before. It seems to be used to put wild animals to sleep. They've already disabled Adam. And James, too. And he's got a portion for me too.

It's all a lie. I doubted for a reason. No wonder I felt alarm and suspicion. He didn't find sleeping pills in Adam's first aid kit, he had it with him. I start backing away, I want to run away, it seems to me that I'm screaming.

Something pricks my arm.

And the darkness consumes me, dissolving my consciousness without a trace.

THE END

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poisonmaximoff · 2 years

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BELATED FATE (Elizabeth Olsen x FemReader).

The whole story: here.

Chapter 16. One step from falling

Y/n's POV:

"Do you want to go for a walk in the fresh air and have a normal conversation?" I ask after a few minutes spent in silence. Elizabeth slowly pulls away from me, removing her hands from my back and our eyes meet again in an attempt to explain everything to each other without words.

"Actually, I have a lot of things to do today, but if my assistant agrees to help me with them, then I don't mind," she says, biting her lip nervously. She was scared of losing me.

"Well, you're lucky that your assistant cares too much about you to leave you with this amount of unfinished business," I answer, while casually studying her heavenly beautiful features, which only a few minutes ago expressed only the desire to wipe me out of existence.

She only gives me a guilty smile without saying a word, and my hand, against my will, reaches for a strand of blond hair that has fallen out to return it to its place. The moment my fingers touch the soft skin of her cheek, it's like a bolt of lightning passes through our eye contact. She is my source of life, which is also going to be the reason of my death.

"Let's go then," she says under her breath as she picks up her purse, office keys and I just nod my head at her, letting her grab her stuff before we leave the building.

"So," I begin, handing her the coffee I just bought, "what's going on between us? Have I offended you in some way?" I immediately move on to something that has been bothering me for past several days.

She refuses to look at me again, keeping her eyes on random things in our way, and I don't pressure her, giving her time to collect her thoughts and explain everything to me as it is.

"Remember how you answered me last Sunday morning?" After a moment of silence, her voice is permeated with uncertainty and stiffness.

"Of course, why?"

"I thought you slept with Taylor that night...," her gait slows and she looks up to meet my curious eyes.

"I understand that I have no reason to care about this, let alone be angry at it, but then the feeling that you so easily exchanged me for another person swallowed me up and I couldn't find the strength to calmly talk to you, ask for reassurance or something like that... I'm sorry, that sounds awfully dumb and of course you deserve much better regard, I'm so sorry," she starts to chatter, accompanying this with nervous gestures and a trembling voice.

"Hey, please stop, El," I take her hand in mine to stop her from spilling coffee on her crisp white shirt. "And that's why you ignored me for two days?" I don't understand her behavior at all, because each time it more and more confuses things between us.

Her guilty look speaks for itself as she unconsciously squeezes my hand tightly. I have already forgiven her, but I'm not at all happy at the prospect of her being in a bad mood because of things related to me and taking this out on me too. I'm not going to interfere in her too personal feelings now and ask what exactly caused such emotions, because in fact I'm afraid to hear something that could destroy everything between us.

I don't have to justify myself to her, but I want her to know and be sure that I don't need anyone. Anyone but her, but these words, of course, will never leave my mouth.

"Nothing happened that night," her hands let go of mine and we slowly start walking again, "I just had to make sure that nothing happened to Tay, that's all. I'm not interested in any kind of romantic relationship, much less with my ex." I bite my tongue before asking if this is what she wanted to hear.

"And yes, El, I would never trade you for anyone else," a little honesty still escapes me, and I don't regret it one bit, seeing her radiant smile, which I missed so much.

"Thank you, Y/n, I needed to hear it for some reason." An atmosphere of calm and mutual understanding was formed again between us, as before.

"Just talk to me every time you have those thoughts, okay?"

"I promise that I'll try. So we're okay now?" she asks, biting her lip in a half smile.

"We're okay now," I reassure her, and looking down at my feet I notice a beautiful multi-colored leaf on the ground. Without hesitation, I bend down to pick it up and hand it to the woman.

"Here, I can't give you flowers as a peace gift, so keep this extremely rare pretty leaf." I can only imagine how dumb it actually looks, but now I couldn't care less. Her smile only widens, revealing snow white teeth, and I exhale imperceptibly with the knowledge that she didn't think it was ridiculous.

"Thank you, Y/n," she carefully takes the leaf and looks at it as if I'd just given her a $200,000 diamond ring.

"Will you go to the concert tomorrow with everyone?" Elizabeth asks and I suddenly realize that I completely forgot about it, but I don't show it.

"Yes, I can't wait for this," I smile back at her. Can't wait for a concert or another opportunity to spend time with her, hmm, Y/n? "I have a day off tomorrow, so I guess we'll only see each other there," I add, mentally getting a little frustrated knowing that I won't see her all day again.

"Mhm, okay. But today you still have to help me with things, remember?"

"With pleasure, boss," I reply, and after a while we return back to the building to spend the rest of the day in the company of each other, doing office work.

"Mads, I don't know what to wear," I whine, staring at my closet, phone in hand, talking to Madison on facetime.

"Something fuckable, obviously, it's a great opportunity to find yourself someone." I swear, sometimes she acts exactly like my mother, who every time asks when I will finally find a boyfriend or a girlfriend.

"Shut up, you know damn well I don't want to find anyone for myself," I huff, rolling my eyes and continuing to go through my things.

"Nerd. Rain is forecast for tonight, so make sure you wear something warmer than a simple dress or shorts and bring a jacket, got it?" I'm starting to think, that my mom is actually sponsoring her.

"Okay, mommy," I playfully reply and she just scrunches her face at the nickname.

"Don't ever call me that again. Are you going to come there yourself, or should Liv and I pick you up?" I'm not in the mood to drive, so I ask her to pick me up and in a couple of hours we are already on our way to the stadium.

"No, because I really thought you were going to get back with Taylor, and I swear on my boobs that I would blow your head off for that." I smirk at the dramatic Liv's comment, who, as usual, along with Madison decided to discuss what happened almost a week ago.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I was just being a good person, huh?" I ask with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Y/n, knowing you, we will check if you didn't accidentally end up in your ex's house every goddamn day."

"Or at your boss's house," Mads adds wiggling her eyebrows, which makes my heart skip a beat.

"Why would I ever end up there?" I let out a nervous laugh and the girls look at each other.

"It seems like you've gotten quite close during this time, don't you think?" Now Olivia's tone has changed from joking to a serious one.

"Yeah, just the two of you walking together for hours, you actually started working when she became your boss... Y/n, are you going to steal the bride from the wedding like in the movies, huh?" Madison is still joking, but my chest tightens at the mention of her wedding and I remain silent, ignoring her question, starting to drift off into my thoughts again.

"Earth to Y/n?" She asks concerned and I meet her gaze in the rearview mirror.

"Can we not talk about it, please?" I think this is the first time I take their jokes so seriously, but right now I can't help myself.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We certainly suspected..." Olivia elbows the other girl in the side to stop her from speaking and she goes silent mid-sentence.

"It's just too complicated and I get overwhelmed while talking about that," I start to explain, but Liv doesn't let me finish:

"It's okay, we won't talk about it now. But if you need to speak out - then we're here for you, deal?" I wonder why I deserve to be surrounded by such amazing people, even though it's a completely normal thing to do.

"Thank you, I appreciate you two so much," I say sincerely and we spend the rest of the way chatting about some random things.

"There they are," Madison says as she parks her car and points to three people standing at the entrance. My eyes immediately find their place on the woman who now owns a big part of my heart. Elizabeth looks great, even though she's wearing regular beige loose pants, a white t-shirt with a random print, and mid-heeled shoes.

"Hey everyone, we aren't late, right?" Olivia asks when we approach them, say hello to everyone, and I go over to El to give her a tight hug, which she immediately replicates whispering "Hi" in my ear.

"Nope, just in time," Danny says.

"Ugh, you two, come on, pull off from each other right now," Scarlett twists her face in fake displeasure while looking at us. "Don't steal my best friend from me, Y/n," she narrows her eyes, but after a couple of seconds she smiles warmly at me with a wink.

"I'll think about that, but no promises," I smile back at her, and Danny, interrupting us and annoying me a little with it, suggests that we go inside, since the concert is about to begin.

While waiting for the show to start, Scarlett and Madison immediately started talking about the upcoming outstanding spectacle of their favorites' bare torsos, Olivia got Danny talking about their profession, and El and I couldn't find anything better than to discuss the new rumors from work because we didn't have time to do it yesterday. She confessed to me that I was the only person she told them to and vowed to bury me alive if I told anyone else about it.

The loud bass, resounding with a deafening sound throughout the stadium, let everyone know about the beginning of the concert. Thousands of sonorous voices of the fans merged into one ultrasound that completely filled the entire stadium when the main soloist of the band took the stage. I myself love Imagine Dragons so much, but at the moment I can't take my eyes off the excited face of Elizabeth, who is screaming and clapping along with everyone. My own happiness somehow magically began to depend on this woman's happiness, and I don't even have a problem with that.

For the first few songs, I screamed at the top of my lungs with her, knowing the words by heart, jumping around like I was 15 years old again and I got to a One Direction concert for the first time. But my shortness of breath, rapidly beating heart, and dry throat soon reminded me that I was no longer a 15 y.o. teen. Turning my head to Scarlett, I notice that she has a sport water bottle in her hand, remembering that I forgot mine at home, because, as usual, I was storming out of my apartment in a hurry.

"Hey, Scar, can you gimme some water? I forgot mine at home," I yelled at her because of the loud music and she handed over her bottle with a smirk.

"Just don't drink it all at once, we won't be resuscitating you." I didn't understand her comment and simply raised the bottle to my mouth, hoping to finally quench my thirst.

"Fucking hell, is that vodka?" I almost spit out the liquid in surprise.

Scarlett and Madison only laughed in response. What a little bastard, I'm not even surprised she knew and didn't tell me.

"What did you expect from a tired mother of a five-year-old kid? I have every right to do that!" Their rosy cheeks betray the fact that they have obviously already managed to drink a bit. This time I decide not to refuse this too and, maintaining eye contact with the girls, take a full sip from the bottle.

"I take it you drink pure vodka without any snacks, right, stone ladies?" I ask, scrunching my nose and getting used to the burning sensation in my throat. To be honest, I don't even usually drink vodka, but today I'm feeling exactly like doing that.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" asked a curious voice behind me.

"Mrs. Johansson managed to sneak a bottle of vodka in here, can you imagine?" I say turning to Elizabeth.

"Not a bottle, but three bottles, so that it's definitely enough. Just in ca-a-ase!" The woman clarified and we turned to her with wide eyes. Yeah, moms over 30 definitely know how to have fun.

"I'm not surprised at all. Keep it up, Scar, but have a conscience and share with everyone!" Oh, it's obviously going to be a fun night for all of us.

Half an hour later, our friendly group of six sober adults turned into a bunch of drunk people enjoying the moment. Scar and Mads definitely became friends, being connected by heterosexuality and craziness, and looking at them, only the phrase "bitch, you're my soulmate" comes to my mind.

Turning my head towards the others, I see Danny walk up to Elizabeth and wrap his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. She doesn't mind it and I don't like it. I don't like it at all, so without any second thoughts I confidently approach them and, frowning my eyebrows, remove his hands from her body, replacing them with my own and pushing him away.

Hugging El tightly from behind, I bury my forehead in her neck, feeling a little dizzy due to the consumed alcohol and stuffiness here. I can feel her putting her hands on top of mine and slowly stroking them with her thumbs, relaxing into my embrace and tilting her head back a little. At this moment, everything seems to fade into the background, leaving only the two of us and the very feeling of comfort and safety that I love so much.

"Do you mind getting outside for a bit, Y/n?" She turns her head to the side and asks without slurring, so I guess she didn't drink much either. "I'm feeling a little anxious with all the people here," she adds and I nod, telling Olivia that we'll be right back, getting only her knowing glare and a nod of the head. Glancing at Danny, I see his disgruntled expression, but now I literally don't care at all.

Once on the street, I understand that Mads was right and it was not in vain that I took my jacket with me.

"Are you feeling better here?" I wonder looking at Elizabeth, who is standing next to me peering into the darkness of the night, in some places lit by lanterns.

"Yeah, much better, thank you," she smiles and I notice her shivering, probably from the cool wind. Without hesitation, I take off my jacket and place it over her shoulders.

In response to her surprised look, I say, "Now it's my turn to make sure you're warm. By the way, I still have your jacket at home, will you pick it up tomorrow?"

The warmth in her forest eyes is replaced by sudden realization and then disappointment as she pulls them away from me.

"I'm flying somewhere for the weekend, so I'll only see you on Monday," a little frustration in her voice, but I don't attach much importance to this, she must have been called on another business trip.

"Then I'll give it to you on Monday, yeah?" I ask, noticing how she pulls my jacket on herself more, trying to warm up.

"Deal, just don't forget it."

"Do you only have one jacket, Miss Thrift?" She rolls her eyes and, as always, rewards me with playful shove at my side.

"It's just that I like this jacket more than the others," a shy smile adorns her plump lips.

A few minutes later, our comfortable silence is interrupted by a series of my sneezes and Elizabeth turns her head at me in concern, removing my jacket from her shoulders.

"Why didn't you say you were cold?" Oh, someone's entering her caring mom mode.

"It's okay, you can keep it," I refuse to take the garment, but another sneeze is a dead giveaway of the fact that I'm actually cold.

"Little liar, come on, let's go back," she takes my cold hand in hers and we return to everyone in a few minutes, giving me a chance not to freeze to death, even thought I wouldn't mind, if it meant spending more time with the woman of my dreams. Yes, now I can't deny the fact, that I'm desperately falling in love with Elizabeth Olsen.

A/n: hey everyone, sorry for the slight delay of an update, i just can't get rid of the feeling that i'm not doing enough for this story and probably that's why i sometimes lose an inspiration. but anyway i'm glad that someone likes this book and will try to update it in time :)

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joyaphoria · 3 years

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the five chances you give him (5)

pairing: suna x f!reader

note: this is the last chapter! i hope you all enjoyed :)

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part five: rin became rintaro; then it became suna

"oh baby... nobody said that it was going to be easy." mei cooed, her voice softer than usual. she repeatedly kissed the top of your head as you cried into her lap.

"i k-know but.." you spoke through your sobs, snot along your sleeves. "i-i really hoped t-that he would ch-change.."

it's been just over two months since you've started changing your behaviour around rin, but he didn't seem to react to it—no, he may have changed, but only a bit. it wasn't enough.

you knew that this was unavoidable, and that it had to be done. the longer it takes for you to get this over with, the longer it will take for you to get over it.

so when mei sent you home that night, she reassured you that it will all be worth it in the end, and that you will find someone better.

but the fact that he was waiting for you at the same table that you used to wait at, every single night, didn't help at all.

"where were you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

you stood there for a second with your shoes still on, and folded over with laughter.

his heart flutters. whens the last time you laughed in front of him?

"sorry," you sniffled through the laughter, the aftermath from crying earlier doing you no justice. "it's just that i used to sit in that same chair, waiting for you to come home, you know?"

hesitating for a moment, he decided on getting up and walking over to you, although he didn't know what to do.

"y/n." he's looking down at you now, resisting the urge to reach out and take hold of your hands.

"rintarou."

now that caught both of you off guard.

it slipped out without a second thought on your end, and you were visibly shocked.

as was suna, except he was more afraid than anything else. he knew what this meant—he was no longer rin to you, but rintarou.

he should be grateful though, because he knew what eventually might come next. he knew that it wouldn't be rintarou for long, and that as soon as it changes, it would be over; everything would be over.

"were you crying?" he whispers, reaching out to wipe at your tear stained cheeks. except you wouldn't let him, grabbing his wrist in time. God—mei would be so proud; as would that kind lady from the cafe.

"why should you care?" you spat, letting go of his wrist to remove your shoes.

"because im your boyfriend." he said, although you didn't miss the quiver in his voice from that last word, as if he wasn't so sure anymore.

you move past him and head straight for the bathroom; but suna didn't miss it. he heard what you mumbled on your way out—and it had him slumped against the wall (when you were out of sight, that is)

his fists are clenched and his heart is beating a little too fast, but he can't get his mind off of what you said.

"yea, well not for long"

five words, and yet they seemed to foreshadow his future.

there were two possible reasons that you could be waking him up at 10 in the morning.

you were either waking him up to tell him that it was over, and that you were leaving, or that it was over, and that he had to leave.

turns out there was a third reason.

"do you have practice today?" you asked, your voice a whisper.

"yeah.. why?" he got up into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. its been a while since you last entered this room, moving all your things to the guest room.

"oh. nevermind." you make a gesture to leave but he panics and grabs your arm. this could be an opportunity, and he wasn't about to lose it.

"i could um.. take the day off." he nods his head.

"are you sure?" when he nods his head yet again, your features soften.

"okay, well get dressed. i feel like going to a theme park."

you leave the room before he has a chance to answer, but he complies anyways.

his mind wanders to the picture that he broke in the heat of the moment awhile back—the one where you were both smiling at an amusement park, kids laughing in the bakground.

"let's go on that one!" you exclaim, pointing at the rollercoaster.

a soft grin takes over your face—and while it may not be your typical energetic one, at least it was still there.

now, suna wasn't a big fan of rollercoasters. he prefered to have you go on them, while he took the photos, but today's been the first time in a while that he's actually seen you happy, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you've been here all day, and it was already pretty dark, so they might be closing soon anyways.

when the cart had finally come back around, you and rin got on, with a guy slipping in on your side.

"you guys here together?" he asked, looking over you to make eye contact with suna.

you nodded, and he chuckled.

"im here with my girlfriend, but she doesn't like roller coasters as much as i do."

now you and him are making small talk, and suna is resisting the urge to tell the guy to shut up, and to go back to his own girlfriend.

when the ride finally starts, he feels relieved, even slipping his hand into your own.

your hand tenses, and he looks up to find a look of guilt soaked into your features.

he quickly unravels his hand from yours, settling it into his lap and looking away. he got too carried away to remember that a day of rides and fun wasnt enough to fix his mistakes.

as the ride starts climbing upwards, fear pumps through his veins.

he shuts his eyes, dreading the fall.

when it finally came, he opened his eyes and hugged himself to keep from screaming.

he looks over to you, and his heart does that thing again—it flutters.

with your hands in the air, your screams adorning his ears, he fell in love. all over again.

the moonlight caressed your pretty features as your eyes shut in pure bliss, and suna found tears falling out of his own.

the tears fell but he didn't sob—not once. you didn't look his way either—not once.

instead he looked away, quickly wiping the tears before someone could catch him. he missed this; he missed you.

when you two got off the ride later, he wonders if you would ever go to another theme park with him.

when you decide to leave, suna finds an employee walking around the park with a polaroid camera.

he asks him to take a picture of you, and places it in his wallet. he can't break it this time.

suna misses the look of guilt that slips past your face, as if it were never there.

when the car pulls into the parking lot, and you both get out, suna realizes that you weren't walking beside him.

he panics and turns around, where he finds you smiling. tears in your eyes.

"thank you for today, suna."

he freezes. he can't move anymore. he can't think.

"don't be silly. let's go inside." he's walking again, but when he doesn't hear a second set of footsteps, the tears wash over him.

"why aren't you coming?" his voice cracks as the tears stream down his face.

"i'm going to mei's. it's-it's over." you smile, wiping continuously at your eyes.

"y/n please, we can talk about this." he's running over to you, taking hold of your shoulders as he bends down to make eye contact. "we're fixable, okay? i promise we are." he doesn't make move to wipe away the tears that are falling.

you wipe away his tears, pulling him into a hug. "i'm so sorry."

he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, afraid of having you slip out of his grasp. "please, don't leave me. i'll do anything, just give me another chance. i need you."

you wriggle out of his arms, and his fists clench at his sides.

"i gave you chances. i gave you too many. i have to go."

you're running now, and he can't decide if he should run after you or not. has he not caused you enough pain?

instead, he falls to his knees and cries.

that was it. he lost you—he lost everything.

the polaroid picture was burning a hole through his wallet.

when he finally musters up the courage to check the guest room a few days later, he sees all your things packed up in boxes.

you had it all planned out, didn't you?

when mei comes later that day to pick up your things, she finds suna curled into a ball on the guest room floor.

"suna. wake up."

his eyes open slowly, and she finds them red, his eyebags puffy and cheeks tear-stained.

"is y/n gonna come back?" he asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

mei shakes her head, and suna cries again.

she looks away, thanking the heavens that she wasn't in a relationship. she couldn't help but pity him as she collected her best friend's things, suna's sobs as a sort of background noise.

she couldn't be surprised—the lost of your entire world was enough to make any grown man cry.

heartbreak isn’t easy, but suna’s heart hurts without you. where he sleeps, where he bathes, it all reeks of your touch.

you’re everywhere here, all memories playing back to him like a movie. he’s reminded of you, and recovering addicts don’t test themselves; they dont stay around said addiction to see if they can restrain themselves.

and so suna moves out, running from the place that you’ve drenched in your presence.

he leaves the polaroid picture on the table.

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A healing touch – Kaz Brekker x reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (final)

Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader

Warning: OOC (I hope it's not too much in this chapter :D), a little bit of angst.

Summary: something inevitable happens, that causes you to reveal your true feelings

A/N: I hope guys, you'll like it) Also I was hit by the song "Paradise" by Chase Atlantic, and I think it's perfect for them here))

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The weather is perfect. Perfect for visiting your friends in the Crow Club. You don't have any plans for the whole day, and not even for helping your parents in the bakery, so you decide to spend this morning with pleasure.

The anticipation of seeing Kaz is so strong, after yesterday's evening, that your fingertips are tingling with joy. Does it mean, he will finally start treating you another way, more...intimate.

But when you come up to the club's doors, two men from Brekker's guard block your way. As you want to ask what the matter is, Jasper appears behind their backs.

– It's okay, guys. Let me settle this, - he claps their shoulders and comes to you.

– What's going on, Jas? - it is strange, that you are not allowed to go further. The boy's glance changes from cheerful to sympathetic one.

– I'm afraid, you are banished, Y/N.

– What?! Kaz banished me?

What you could possibly do to cause such a move from the man. When you left him yesterday's night, everything was alright.

– I want to talk to him.

– Y/N, I don't think-

– He banished me from the club, and, as I suppose, from the Slat too, and if it's his decision, I will not argue. But I only want to know the reason, Jas, - for a second you are peering at each other intensely. – Do I not deserve it?

– You do.

– Lead the way, then.

You may be a ray of sunshine, as others see you, but you also have a strength to fight back, if it's necessary. And now it is the time.

The wooden ladder squeaks under your steps, and you can swear, that Kaz already learns about your presence in the club. Well, he'd better know.

On the last stair you step forwards in front of Jasper, opening the door in Kaz's office. The man is sitting behind his table, showered with different documents. Rapidly he raises his head to meet you in the doorway.

Jasper takes a step back and leaves you two for his own sake.

Brekker furrows, his jaw's clenched.

– As far as I know, you are banished form the club, Y/N.

– We both know, I don't obey your orders.

You look at each other with such anger and rage, but deeply in your chest you still feel resentment towards him.

– What the matter, Kaz, - you throw you hands up, coming closer. Brekker doesn't move, he doesn't even take a step back from you. – Have I done something wrong?

Your eyes are roaming across his face. Kaz looks tired, as if he didn't sleep that night at all, dark circles under his eyes become more visible.

– Nothing, - he stands out of the table, leaning on its side now with arms crossed on his chest.

– Nothing? Is it your answer? - the man is still silent. – Don't want to give me a reason?

Of course he doesn't have to, but you think, he will do it as your friend. Even if you see him as much more than a friend to you.

– Kaz, we are friends-

– Yes...'friends', - his voice is full of unhidden venom, that makes you furious and lost at the same time. – Your friends are downstairs, and you still can meet them outside of the club.

You still don't understand, but something tells you, Brekker won't explain you anything. He has his own strange reasons, and, like everything else about him, you just have to accept this.

The man waves you off.

– If it's all, - he switches his displeased gaze on you. – I still have a lot of work.

Is it the end? He just doesn't want to see you anymore.

– Of course, Mr. Brekker, - he flinches barely visibly from your addressing. – I will no longer bother you.

You comes out, slamming the door behind your back.

Kaz closes his tired eyes rubbing his face. What did you want to hear from him? What could he possibly tell? That he doesn't want you here because of the constant life-threatening? That he serves as a magnet for all killers in Ketterdam, and is afraid that you will pay his price?

You'd better stay in your little shiny bakery and never met him in years.

The sudden urge to abandon it all and stop you from leaving is overweighted by his common sense, and he just throws everything from his table in anger.

Kaz Brekker is never drunk, but now something is driving him to the bottle of whiskey in his drawer.

Even if the man doesn't want to remember this now, the day, when he first met Y/N, is so vivid in front of his eyes.

Flashback.

It is a winter evening, almost night, calm and snowy, and Kaz comes out of the Slat to find Jasper, whom all of them are waiting for discussing the next heist. And why he of all of people, should look for him?

It is cold, and the man shrugs his shoulders. His leather gloves don't bring him any warm at all and his fingertips start freezing.

After a half an hour of wandering across the town, he finally hears that familiar voice and sees Jasper along with a young woman, who the boy is hugging with one arm.

– Why should I search for you, Jasper, while you're having fun with another girlfriend of yours?

Brekker is grim, but after one glance at the girl next to Jas, he feels a bit confused. Her wide y/c eyes seem looking right inside his soul.

– I'm not his girlfriend.

As fast as the boy opens his mouth to explain, the girl cuts him off. Her voice is calm, but the man catches a sparkle of surprise in it.

Jasper waves her to Brekker.

– It's Kaz, he's my boss, - the girl steps forwards and extends her arms for a handshake.

– Nice to meet you, Kaz, - a mischievous sparkle shines inside her gaze. – I'm Y/N.

Her voice rings, not getting lost in a noisy crowd. The way the young woman calls his name sounds...nice, and Brekker blinks for several times to return his previous cold demeanor.

She still stands with her hand awaiting for his reaction, and when Jasper wants to say about Brekker's touch aversion, the man instantly grabs her hand in his and shakes.

– Kaz Brekker, miss.

Her touch is warm, he feels it even through his glove. And all of her radiates with warmness, actually Kaz thinks it's a smell of baked bread.

A knowing grin appears on Jasper's face and he decides to keep quiet instead.

End of flashback.

Slowly you became a part of the team, and Kaz wondered for a thousand of times, how natural your presence was. It felt like the Crows have been knowing you for their whole lives.

And now you are gone, and it is his fault only. But Kaz would better know that you're safe, somewhere far away from him and his doubtful fortune.

The chilly wind becomes colder, as you make your way around Ketterdam, deciding not to come back to the bakery after your fight with Kaz. Otherwise you couldn't escape your mother's questions.

Slowly your anger calms down, and while the night falls on the town, you find yourself near the Slat.

Knowing this area you would never appear here in this time of the day or without any company, like Jas or Inej. Like Kaz.

You shake your head. Kaz kicks you out of his club like you have never belonged there, severing all the ties between you.

You feel yourself like a little naive girl, who is twisted around the finger will all your trust and friendship stuff.

There is no one except you on a narrow dark street, where only one lamppost is lit. Suddenly you hear steps behind you, that are echoing from dull stone walls of slams.

You turn around to see two men coming to you, as cold shiver runs down your spine. No way it can end up well.

You fasten you steps, noticing that the two behind you do the same. When you start running, you already abandon all thoughts about escaping alive.

In the end you bump into a wall, that can mean only a dead end of the street. Perfect, just perfect. Intending to come back while it's not that late, you doesn't notice a dark side street between two old houses, that may be your escape route.

But you still hesitate, and when you refuse to go there, someone's arm grabs you and drags into the alley.

Instantly a gloved hand closes your mouth, in case you want to scream. This familiar glance of Kaz in front of you calms down your rapidly beating heart, that pounds in your throat.

You exhale in relief, and both stand like this until the strangers' step disappear. He is so close to you, there is no an inch of space in between, but his palm. Slowly, he drops his hand, making sure that you won't scream.

He looks at you intensely like this for some minutes, and when the street is empty and silent, Brekker takes a step back.

– What the hell are you doing! - of course you could thank him first, but just can't hold back these words.

– Follow me.

He nods and goes further, not looking at you, trying to bring you to the safe place. After some time you find yourselves at the Slat with no Crows on the first floor.

Without a word you come with him into his room. Honestly, you don't have a slightest idea, what he is going to tell you now, after you morning incident.

The door is closed, and it feels like your freedom is cut off by his own hands.

– When I last saw you, I was a whiny pain in the ass, - you arch a brow at him. – And now you are waiting for me on the streets to save from a pair of thugs.

Brekker is silently watching you and it starts to drive you mad.

– Did you bring me here to keep quite, Kaz? - you watch him turn with his back to you and freeze. – At least tell me, what were you doing-

– That is the reason! - Brekker slams his hand on the table surface, and you flinch. – You think, that I don't care, but it's not true.

– Kaz-

– I banished you from the club, because I simply don't want you dead. Or this day didn't teach you anything?

– So you don't want me here? - your gaze is locked on the man. – You just throw me out.

– Is it the only thing you've heard?

– Than why I'm here now?

You know, he wants you alive, it is his only intention, but it's time for you to settle this. When Brekker doesn't respond, you go on.

– Oh, I can tell you, why, - you take several steps towards him, and the man doesn't move away. – Because I'm much safer here, in the Crow club or in the Slat, doesn't matter. Any place, where you are, I'm safer, Kaz.

– But you...you deserve more than the Crow club or the Slat, - he comes up to you, leaving a short distance between. – You deserve so much more, Y/N, and I can't give you that.

It is enough. Your emotions overwhelm you, and all anger, resentment and longing for the man you love now turn into tears, that are just flowing freely down your cheeks. You know every thing, that Kaz thinks about himself, and you just want him to shut up. Only because he deserves more too.

– I'm not asking for more, Brekker. Why don't you see it?

– Why are you so stubborn? - Kaz shortens the distance, taking his gloves off. He is watching a stray tear on your cheek, but can't force himself to raise his hand and brush it off.

– Because I love you, Kaz. If you want it or not.

The man stays speechless. Not that he doesn't want it, but he just doesn't expect your feelings. He shakes his head.

– It won't end up well.

– It isn't supposed to end, Kaz! - his answer only makes you cry more, as you turn away from him, starting roaming around the room. Why should he always be like this? – Unless you want it to end, of course.

– And what do you want, huh?! - the anger slowly overflows him. – If everything stays like this, that will only give you another reason to hate me in the end, Y/N!

– What do I want? I want to spend my life with you, Brekker, every single moment of it, - you throw your hands up in displeasure. – But as I see, it's not mutual.

Kaz is still silent, and you only have to leave him be. You don't want to hurt him with your words, and knowing that, you'd better go away now.

When you go downstairs, you see Nina and Matthias, but don't even turn to her, calling you. You know, it's rude, but nothing matters now.

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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amorosa // steve rogers

chapter six: between the sheets

chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

chapter four // chapter five

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summary || after bucky let’s the name peggy slip from his lips, steve not giving you the answers you’re looking for, you take matters into your own hands.

pairing || sugar daddy!steve rogers x reader

word count || 1,135 words

warnings || sugar daddy/sugar baby themes, financial issues, undefined age gap, mentions of legal troubles, mentions of crime — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

Bucky's voice replayed in your head the entire ride back to the hotel room. Steve's hand rested gently on your thigh, normally comforting, but right now it felt like it weighed about a million pounds, anchoring you down.

You were quiet, silently sliding out of the car before stepping into the elevator with him. Steve hummed a tune as you ascended before the door was opened to a dark room. Your heart seized at the sight of it, the name Peggy echoing in your mind.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." You said, not waiting for him to acknowledge you before you locked yourself in the bathroom and tried to drown your thoughts out with hot running water.

It didn't work.

Why did Steve hide her from you, you had told him about your previous relationships, even asked him about his and he simply brushed off the question saying he was always too busy for anything long term.

Here you were finding out he used to be married from his best friend that you had just met.

"Hey, Princess?" Steve's voice sounded from the other side of the door as you snapped your head in its direction, "you okay? You've been in there for a while."

You wanted to scoff, rolling your eyes as you shook your head, "I'm fine."

When you stepped out of the bathroom you had the lush bathrobe wrapped around you as Steve had discarded his tailored tuxedo in exchange for a simple pair of sleep pants and a white shirt.

You hated how good he still looked.

The air around you two was tense, sad eyes flicking up to meet his as he stood from the bed.

"What did Bucky say?" His voice was a quiet whisper, the least confident it's ever been as you cast your eyes down to the floor.

"Oh you know, nothing much, just that you were married." You were hurt, emotions running through every word you spoke as Steve recoiled at the sound of them. He remained silent, running a hand through his beard.

"Why didn't you tell me about her?" You asked, still avoiding contact as you felt the familiar thickness in your throat as tears prickled their way in the corner of your eyes.

"She's not important," Steve said as you looked up at him in disbelief, "you were married." You reiterated as he sighed, taking a couple of steps closer to you.

"It didn't end well, okay? She isn't who she said she was." He told you and you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

You slide past his body, moving towards the bed as he spins around to face you.

"I want to know about her." You say confidently, meeting his gaze as he clenches his jaw.

"No, sweetheart, no you don't." He warns you as you narrow your eyes at him. You're frustrated, heart leaping out of your chest as your stomach churns and you feel bile rising to your throat.

What could he possibly be hiding? Did you want to know? Did you even know him?

Your thoughts were wild, racing and causing your heart to palpate as Steve stands a few feet away from you, trying to calm you down.

"I want to go home."

Four days, that's how long it's been since you'd come back from Paris.

You were still trying to adjust to the switch in time zones, sleeping through most of the days and awake during most nights as you filled your time with anything other than thinking about Steve.

He had texted, tried to call you and even sent you flowers every day.

You didn't reply, sending one text to him saying that you need time and going ghost after that.

How could you keep your mind off of Steve when everything reminded you of him. Opting to stay in an air bnb proved to be lonely and you missed the company that Steve provided you with, missed the way he would kiss the tip of your nose or massage your thigh.

The thought of him with Peggy made you miserable. The thought of him willingly keeping that part of his life a secret, though, made you absolutely despondent.

You couldn't keep sitting on this anymore, if Steve wouldn't tell you about her, you'd just have to figure it out on your own.

"Thanks, Parker, I owe you." You smiled, chuckling as he enveloped you in a half hug, an armful of files in the other you both sat down in the quaint coffee shop.

"Think of this as a favour," he smiled, setting them down on the table before you began gnawing on your lip.

"Although, I gotta admit, this is some pretty heavy stuff. Are you, I mean, are you sure about this? Have you asked him about it?" He wondered and you sighed, nodding your head, "he said that I wouldn't wanna know."

You watched Peter's face contort into a cringe, the same cringe he had worn when he raced over to your house in high school venting about how he had just messed up the most important date of his life, that MJ would never speak to him again.

Funny how life works out, the two of them now happily married with a baby girl on the way.

"Their divorce was finalized in 2019, four years after Mr. Rogers, sorry, Steve, had filed for it." Peter began, opening the beige folder and turning it over to you.

"The reason for divorce is simply put as difference in opinions, but it never goes further than that." His eyes are big as he looks up at you, "Peggy isn't exactly as innocent as she sounds."

"From money laundering, fraud, tax evasion, bribery, I mean, she's done it all basically. Steve was left with nothing and had to face all the consequences." Peter explains and there's a weight that's lifted from your chest.

"It's also noted that it wasn't an amicable split and that well, Mrs. Carter is a powerful woman and has ways of… disposal." Peter's words sting you as your heart flips, "you have to be careful, no one's seen her in years, but she's still out there." He finally concludes, quickly closing the files before handing them over to you.

"If I were you, I would listen to Steve when he said that you don't wanna know her."

Your breath was shaky as you inhaled, hand over the files as you hugged them close to you.

"Thanks so much, Parker. I gotta go, tell MJ I say hi and that if you guys ever need a babysitter, I'm around." You smiled, giving him a quick, but tight hug before hurrying off to find Steve.

There's a funny thing about gut feelings because they're almost never wrong.

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I am not a woman, I'm a God (17+)

If I can't have love I want power pt 2

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Word Count: 1640

Genre: dark I guess?

Request: no

Warnings: none? (atm anyways)

A/N: I'm not too happy with this chapter so it's subject to change BUT the next couple chapters should pick things up a little :3 OH and the next chapter might contain smut (Idk yet - I'll try to edit this when I've written the next chapter)

1737 - The middle

The revenge was sweet and drawn out. The redhead and her long-time friend had made sure of that. They let you finish the duke off but not before they had their fun. The two women were gorgeous, both with red hair that would make any woman jealous. The green-eyed woman had hair like a wildfire and the blue-eyed woman had hair the colour of a deep red sunset. Liking women was wrong but you weren’t sure these two counted as women – they certainly weren’t human. Wanda, the one with sunset hair, tortured your husband mentally, angry whisps the same colour as Natasha’s hair crawled in through his ears and buried themselves deep within his brain. While this was happening, Natasha was peeling layer after layer of skin off him with her razor-sharp nails. You weren’t sure if you could even call them nails – not when they looked so much more like claws. While Wanda was exploiting your husband’s deepest darkest fears, Natasha was calmly explaining to you which tools to use where so you could cause the most pain. Apparently pain and torture was an aphrodisiac for them because the two demons decided to show you what you had been missing out on due to your husband’s lack of skill.

That was almost 200 years ago. Wanda and Natasha had given you great gifts, allowing you to have a much longer life, giving you cat-like reflexes and godlike powers. Perhaps your favourite was the enhancements they gave to your voice. People were suddenly compelled to do whatever you suggested they do and the rush it gave you was unexplainable. These gifts were not free however and yet the price was one you willingly paid repeatedly. Especially because it meant spending extra time with your two favourite demons. You were there to cause chaos and have fun which was ironic considering Wanda was a chaos demon and Natasha was a succubus but perhaps that’s why you did what you did. Perhaps it was because you were made by them and therefore must serve them in every way imaginable.

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You had watched your siblings grow from afar and made sure every single villager who ever even looked at them wrong suffered. When you were with Wanda and Natasha, it felt as if everything just fit into place. It was strange and you felt as if you shouldn’t miss them – they killed and tortured your husband in front of you, gave you gifts that meant you couldn’t live a normal life and coerced you into sex that you weren’t sure you wanted; yet you still wanted them.

Your story was told countless times and the more times it was told, the deeper the truth was twisted into a legend, a tale mothers told their children to keep them away from the forests late at night. You were turned into a martyr, a victim of the horrible cruelties the evil creatures of the world could bestow onto innocent girls.

You were anything but.

If the storytellers could see you now, they would burn all mentions of your story. You were a problem child, a bad example and you had two of the most powerful demons wrapped around your little finger.

A few years ago, you had mentioned to Natasha and Wanda one evening that you were bored. That’s how you found yourself currently being shot at.

“Natty I’m bored.” You whined, throwing yourself dramatically over the bed. History was going through a dry spell; people weren’t doing anything interesting and there weren’t enough opportunities for you to wreak havoc.

“Natty” Wanda mocked “Our princess is bored.”

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” Natasha moved to hover over you, Wanda placed your head in her lap. Natasha’s tail flicked with a cat-like manner before it slithered between your legs.

You grabbed her tail and she let out a moan “Not now Natasha. I’m serious. If I knew living forever was going to be this boring, then I wouldn’t have done it.” That wasn’t quite true, you enjoyed being theirs to use but you were getting restless.

Natasha rolled her eyes, leaning up to kiss Wanda instead. You waited a few moments for the two demons to stop their make-out session, but it didn’t look to be ending any time soon. You rolled out from underneath Natasha and untangled Wanda’s fingers from where she was massaging your scalp.

“Awe come back baby.” Wanda broke the kiss and made grabby arms at you. For a supposed demon, she sure was soft. “I promise we’ll make things more fun.”

Natasha rolled her eyes again “You’ve gone soft Wands.” Although Natasha huffed and puffed about how ‘soft’ Wanda had gotten, she seemed to have a slightly less hardened heart when she looked at you.

You were no longer bored but you were being shot at and while it couldn’t kill you, it sure did sting. Perhaps going after Dick Turpin’s loot was a bad idea but what can you say? You wanted to live a little. All you had wanted was a pretty horse you had seen him steal but nooo – he had to keep them all for himself. You had managed to escape Mr Turpin himself but one of his lackeys just wouldn’t give up. Rather than continuing to run, you decided you may as well get a quick meal.

“Hello darling.” Your voice echoed from all around, you watched as the man trying to kill you frantically whipped his head around.

“Who are you? Come out now!”

You let out a low, predatory chuckle.

“I’m the poor little martyr in all your stories.”

“No. You can’t be- that’s impossible! You should be dead!” You watched as the man continued to spin around and around in circles, watching him trip before revealing yourself.

“I am ancient. I have seen empires rise and fall. I have seen kings and queens and holy men enter the world and I have seen them leave; and yet I am nowhere near as old or as powerful as the women who made me the person I am today. While I watched preestablished civilisations crumble, they were reminiscing the time they created them, all while burning them to the ground. Some call me the end but they are mistaken. They are the end. I am your warning. I am the only kindness they will show you. Trivial things such as death do not concern me.” As you finished your speech, Natasha and Wanda’s comforting aura surrounded you, the dark mist embracing you before forming the two women.

“Couldn’t let you have all the fun now could we dove?” Natasha’s voice rumbled out against your neck, biting it lightly.

“You have to share.” Wanda cooed, lifting your chin up to face her as she captured your lips with hers.

The idiot who you were about to kill and feed on decided now was a good time to make their escape. Luckily, Wanda had other plans as her red magic bought the squirming meal back to you.

“Go away. I want to eat. It’s been so long.” You pouted, making your way back to your meal. It was a little annoying that to continue living in your young body that you had to drain the soul from another person, but it was worth it.

“But if we leave then who’s going to do all the heavy lifting?”

“And who will dig the hole in your garden?”

“Or put the body in the hole?”

“Or-”

“Okay! I get it. Fine. But just hush, okay? I like to eat in peace.” You grabbed the man and kissed him hard, feeling his soul merge with yours before it was consumed by the darkness.

“I don’t know why you always have to kiss them to feed” Natasha bit out, moving away from you with Wanda, voicing her unhappiness at you kissing someone else when only she should be kissing you- her and maybe Wanda.

“Well, it wasn’t me who made her feed that way.” Wanda whispered back

“Are you suggesting this is my fault?” Natasha’s voice got low and dangerous, and you felt the forest drop about 10 degrees.

“Well that’s how you feed isn’t it?” Wanda’s eyes glowed and a wind picked up.

You pulled away from your meal, the faint glow of his soul swirling around your mouth and eyes. “Want to share?” The forest rose back to its original temperature and climate as Natasha kissed you, absorbing small remnants of the soul. Wanda wrapped one arm around your waist while the other snaked up to your neck, her teeth lightly biting and sucking along your shoulders.

“I think you forget dove” Natasha broke the kiss to growl at you

“We’re in charge here. If we wanted to share, then we would share.” Wanda finished off for her.

It dawned on you that perhaps this was about more than just the meal. They were jealous.

“Are you two jealous?” You laughed, not at the situation but at their reactions. Wanda bit you harder and Natasha just glared at you.

“Of course not. Why would we be jealous of some silly insignificant dum-”

“Baby…” You reached up and placed one hand lightly on Wanda’s horn and the other on Natasha’s cheek, effectively stopping Natasha’s rant about how unjealous they are. Wanda moved from where she was standing behind you to stand next to Natasha. “You both know that if I could live off Demon energy then I would, but I can’t.”

Natasha and Wanda shared a look, having a silent conversation in the space of seconds before turning their attention back to you. “That’s not necessarily true love.” Wanda said.

“It will be painful but…well demons aren’t born. They’re made.” Natasha explained.

“And if you wanted to…”

You didn’t even hesitate before giving your answer. “Yes.”

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