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itsthedoodle · 9 months

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This Love Is Alive Back From The Dead

Summary: The last time Feyre and Rhys saw each other was senior year when she abruptly decided to end things between them. Ten years later, they meet again at their high school reunion.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: none

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Chapter 2

One day earlier

Rhys could not believe he was doing this. When Mor told him about the high school reunion and how it was going to be a revival of their prom, he had needed about four shots before he felt ready to unpack that plan and all its implications. Prom was part of the pile of thoughts he had shoved to the very back of his mind and absolutely refused to think about.

He had promised Mor he would go, but with each mile closer to his hometown, the stitches of an old but still aching wound had started unraveling at a fast pace.

Rhys was mature enough to admit he was nervous. The person responsible for that nervousness was the only one he’d ever loved, and he was also mature enough to admit he still loved her.

He knew she hadn’t dated. There had never been anyone else. So why had she ended things with him?

He stepped through the door of his unsurprisingly empty childhood home, tossing the keys on the small table next to the spiral staircase. He didn’t bother calling his father—the man either never picked up or was always busy. The two of them had what one would consider a purely professional relationship, that of a CEO and CFO, and once Rhys took over as CEO, they would stop having a relationship altogether.

His phone pinged, the screen lighting up with a message from Mor, asking him to meet in an hour. With no one to talk to and precious free time on his hands, he showered, dressed, grabbed his watch from where he had left it on the dresser, and stopped short in front of the middle drawer, where he put everything he didn’t want to see.

The drawer of emotional baggage, as Mor liked to call it.

He pulled it open, grabbing the only picture frame inside and turned it around. The faces staring back at him were full of love and joy, and unsuspecting of what was going to happen in just a few weeks.

You were unsuspecting, said a small voice. She wasn’t.

Shaking his head, he put the frame back inside, face down, and closed the drawer. He wasn’t ready to unpack that just yet.

Heading to their meeting place, he saw Mor, sunglasses on, soaking the sun. Sunshine was the only way he could describe her, though she become vicious to protect what was hers.

“Hey stranger,” she said, hugging him. “Long time no see.”

He raised an eyebrow, only turning his attention away from her to order a coffee. “You saw me yesterday.”

“That is an awfully long time. How did you manage to get through the last 24 hours without me?”

“By getting many things done, since I didn’t have you to annoy me.”

“Oh, Rhysie,” she pouted at him mockingly, lowering her sunglasses to give him her best impression of a hurt puppy. “You and I both know that is not true. Anyway, there is a reason I called you here.”

Rhys had been aware of that the moment she had messaged him. “Color me surprised.”

“So, you know how the reunion will be a revival of our prom, right? And everything has to be perfect.”

Rhys nodded. “Yes, the perfect part of it is an especially fitting revival of my experience with prom night.”

Mor conveniently chose to ignore him. “Yes, anyway, we need outfits.”

“Really? We need outfits? You want me to believe you waited until the day before to choose one?”

Waving him off, Mor went on. “There’s this new atelier I’ve seen with these amazing dresses, they’re so perfect you wouldn’t believe. Come with me? Please?”

He considered it for a second. He truly had nothing else to do with his time. He was not looking forward to locking himself home, and Az and Cass weren't going to arrive for another couple of hours. He certainly didn’t miss this town enough to go for a stroll. Nodding, he finished his coffee and paid for his and Mor’s drinks, tipping the waiter generously.

An hour later, he found himself sitting on a brown chair, in an atelier decorated in every shade of cream known to mankind, with pops of earthy tones here and there.

Mor was twirling in front of a floor to ceiling mirror, examining her red gown. “What do you think?”

He thought he could feel an approaching headache but wisely kept that to himself. “I think you look beautiful-”

He never got to finish that sentence as the front door opened, revealing a man with long red hair tied in a low ponytail and a familiar pair of russet eyes. “Rhys?”

Rhys stood, smiling slightly. “Hello Lucien.”

Rhys and Lucien had shared the same space several times over the past few years but never went beyond a casual exchange of greetings. Rhys had known Lucien almost his entire life but wasn’t sure where they stood after what happened in high school. He had the feeling Lucien felt the same way.

Lucien greeted Mor; Rhys wasn’t sure if they had met each other in the years since. Pleasantries and small talk were exchanged, Lucien helping Mor find a gown for the reunion and Mor in turn telling Lucien how Rhys didn’t have a proper suit for it.

A total lie, of course. He had plenty of suits. He just didn’t have one fancy enough to meet Mor’s standards. He also wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of going to the reunion but wisely kept that to himself as well.

“Oh yes. I have just the thing for Rhys.”

He looked at them at the sound of his name. “What?”

Mor grabbed his hand, following Lucien into the private area of the atelier and dragging him behind her.

“This is where I keep my one of a kind works. Things that are single pieces, sometimes inspired by certain people, the designs of which are shredded after they’re brought to life. Consider this a peek into my midnight creations.”

Mor looked like a child on Christmas Eve. “Holy shit Lucien, this is amazing.”

Lucien smiled at that. “Thank you. These two pieces are my last creations. We finished them yesterday. This,” he said, placing his hands on the sides of a mannequin, “screams your name, Rhys.”

The tuxedo he was looking at was a black so dark it looked depthless. It was easily the most beautiful piece of clothing he had seen, and he had grown up with Mor. The lapels were ever changing, depending on the angle you looked at the suit from—from the front, a shimmery black and from the sides, a striking silver. The same detail was applied to the bottom edge of the jacket and the edges of the sleeves. The pants were the same depthless black with black satin stripes, but without the silver lining.

Next to the suit was a nearly translucent gray sleeveless gown bedecked in crystals, giving the appearance of a turtleneck while having a very revealing backside, and a high slit on the left side. Both pieces complimented each other in a way Rhys could not explain.

Like the dress was the stars to the tuxedo’s night.

The words were out of his mouth before he could reconsider it. “I’m getting it.”

Lucien’s smile rivaled the Cheshire Cat. “It’ll be delivered to your place later today. Are you staying at the house?”

Rhys nodded. “It’s just for a day, and the house is empty anyway. Might as well put it to good use.”

Lucien nodded, then his expression turned thoughtful. “Rhys, there’s something you should know about Feyre.”

Rhys froze at the sound of her name. He couldn’t remember the last time he had heard someone say it out loud, his friends walking on eggshells around him when it came to her. “What about her?” he asked cautiously.

Lucien grimaced. “You might want to sit down for this.”

He did as was told, making himself as comfortable as he could, all things considered. Mor did not look curious at all, and he filed away that bit of information to reassess it later.

“So back when we were in high school, you got approached by several Ivys thanks to your perfect academic record. And we were all happy for you, Feyre more than anyone. But then she broke up with you, telling you that she didn’t see a future for the two of you after high school.”

“I remember,” he said, trying not to let his annoyance show. How could he forget?

“Well here’s the thing… Feyre did see a future after high school. She had always seen it, you were the love of her life, but one day she overheard you tell Cassian and Azriel that you were going to turn down every Ivy, that you would instead stay here, and go to community college with her. She could not accept that, refused to let you sacrifice your education and future and be tied down to her. So she broke up with you.”

Rhys had stopped breathing about three sentences ago.

When he didn’t respond, Lucien continued, “You didn’t understand where it was coming from, so you didn’t give up, and so on prom night, Feyre came without a date. She knew you’d go to her, try and patch things up. So she called in a favor with Tamlin, aware of the animosity between the two of you, of course. And when she saw you approaching her, she kissed him, giving you the impression she was leaving you for him.”

The silence in his head was deafening, and had he been standing, he was sure his knees would have given out. “What are you saying?” he half whispered, scared of saying anything more.

Lucien looked at him sympathetically. “I’m saying it was all a ruse, Rhys. Feyre wanted you out of this town, somewhere new, where you could get a proper education, where you wouldn’t be forced to spend the rest of your days with her and not experience the world outside this town.” He gestured around. “She never stopped loving you. She still loves you. And she will never forgive me for breaking her trust but I cannot keep quiet on this anymore. It’s not fair to either of you.”

Mor hadn’t uttered a single word so far, yet when Rhys looked at her, she didn’t seem surprised. “You knew?” he said.

“Yes.” She sighed. “Lucien and I met a couple of months ago when I walked in here, needing a dress. We sat down for lunch, we talked about life in general, then we talked about you and Feyre, and he told me the whole thing. That’s when we planned the reunion—Lucien has been planning it with me the whole time. But Rhys,” she said, grabbing his hand, “I couldn’t tell you, that had to come from Lucien.”

Rhys nodded, more on autopilot than anything else. “So what now?”

“Now it’s up to you.” Lucien said, smiling. “I will not tell Feyre we met. As far as she knows, we haven’t seen or spoken to each other in years. She’ll come to the reunion tomorrow, and you can do with the truth as you see fit. But I’m done seeing her hate herself every moment of every day.”

Rhys nodded again, the only thing he could do at the moment. He did not know what to do with himself, his thoughts, or his feelings. He paid for the tux, thanked Lucien, and headed home in a daze.

The moment he was back in his old bedroom again, he opened the drawer and pulled the picture frame from earlier, looking at his younger self and Feyre. He had his arms wrapped around her from behind, his chin resting on her head. Feyre’s smile was contagious, her eyes bright with the kind of starlight that had made him fall in love with her in the first place.

Years. They had lost years because she had made a decision alone for both of them, had thought she knew what it was he needed and wanted. He had only ever wanted her. He didn’t know which emotion to feel first—he was angry she had taken this from them, disappointed she had not trusted him to know what he was doing, relieved she still loved him. His beautiful, stubborn girl had put him above her own feelings and needs, wrecking not only him but also herself in the process.

There was a new ache in his heart, born of heartbreak and something else, something he recognized as very fragile hope. She still loved him, and God knew he had never stopped loving her. But would that be enough to put the past ten years behind them and start over?

Smiling fondly at the happy teenagers they had been, he decided the frame was not going to go to the drawer of emotional baggage anymore. He found a spot on his dresser and placed the frame there, a reminder of what they could have if he survived the anxiety that had been tormenting him for the past several hours.

He could only hope this didn’t backfire on him.

He arrived with Mor the next day, already finding a small group of people present. Mor—and he guessed Lucien—had decided the party was going to be held at their high school’s gym, where the original prom had been.

It was weird being back. Everything reminded him of Feyre, the places they had laughed, the ones where they had kissed a hundred times, the ones where they had fucked each other senseless, the places where they’d made so many plans for the future. He was trying to keep an open mind. Feyre would come, he would see her, approach her, gently start small talk with her, stilted as that was going to be, and then he’d tell her he knew her secret.

He felt like he was going to be sick.

“Relax,” Mor whispered next to him. “She’ll come, and you’ll talk, and then you’ll see where that takes you. One step at a time. I’ll approach her first and then you can gently ease your way into the conversation.”

He nodded, physically present but mentally elsewhere.

He hadn’t told Cass and Az yet. He needed to talk to Feyre first before he told anyone else. Needed to hear her side of the story, and where her mind had been at when she stole a decision from him.

“She’s here.”

He nodded, hearing Mor leave and resisting the urge to look in their direction, lest his feet start walking of their own accord and take him to Feyre. He counted to one hundred, then repeated the process one more time before taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, and turning around.

What he saw took his breath away, and he didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss or kill Lucien.

Feyre was wearing the dress from Lucien’s private collection, the one he had looked at and admired the previous day, the one next to his tuxedo.

The stars to his night.

He took in the expanse of her back, the back of the dress open to the base of her spine, dimples showing. He took in her arms, arms that had previously been too thin and were now toned. She wasn’t skinny and malnourished anymore. The person standing a few feet away from him was healthy, clearly worked out regularly, and had sunkissed skin.

He cleared out his mind, repeating his personal mantra for the day.

Be normal. Don’t freak out. It will be okay.

He caught the end of their conversation about her dress and added “One of a kind, if Lucien is to be believed. Inspired by the very person wearing it.”

He saw her freeze, taking small breaths she thought no one could notice.

“Hello, Feyre darling.”

He could mentally kick himself for using his old term of endearment, knowing it probably brought back too many memories, but at the moment he also couldn’t give a fuck.

Mor said something about him being dramatic but Rhys wasn’t listening. He could smell Feyre from the small distance between them, and the familiarity of the scent left a lump in his throat. She had always smelled of lilac.

She turned around, her gray blue eyes meeting his, sparkling like stars, but with a faint something else that he couldn’t place, like melancholy but not quite.

Her eyes felt like coming home.

He catalogued every detail, every inch of her, starting from the way her hair spilled down in curls, to the red lips that made him want to kiss her, to the dress, to that damned dress, clinging to her so perfectly, like it was made for her and only her, which he supposed it was.

Lucien, that sly fox, had known exactly what he was doing when he sold Rhys that tuxedo yesterday.

His eyes traveled down, down to that slit, her long leg showing. He shoved down his rising lust, more than aware the chances of anything happening tonight were slim to none.

Despite everything, looking at her now, he knew he loved her still, with the kind of madness that threatened to consume him entirely.

He tried to make small talk, but all he could think of was the last time he had freely touched her, held her. She was nervous, he could tell. He could still read her like an open book.

Could she hear his heart pounding, threatening to leap out of his chest, just so it could run to hers? Could she see how she still affected him, with her eyes, and the hair he longed to touch, and that stupid dress that had been brought to life just for her.

She asked him if he had come alone, and just because there was a part of him that needed to see that she still cared, he said “No.”

Her answer came simply in the form of an “Oh” so small and quiet he would have missed it had he not been attuned to her voice. Oddly happy to see her so obviously upset, he quickly put her out of her misery by telling her he came with his friends.

Unexpectedly, she blurted “I’m sorry but why are you being so friendly to me? We didn’t exactly part on good terms.”

He cocked his head to one side. So they were doing this? Alright then . He tried to come up with the most neutral answer he could think of. “We’re adults. I thought we could both put the past behind us, especially one with a plan as well thought out as yours.”

Feyre blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He smirked, and she looked like she was… relieved? Like the idea of him smirking was something she took great comfort in. “That little plan of yours back when we were eighteen. Break up with me and have me catch you kissing Tamlin.”

She paled, her face losing several shades of color, and for a moment he thought she was going to be sick. Perhaps being direct had been the wrong move.

“Rhys, I-”

“To be fair, I’m mad at you,” he said, interrupting her. “Livid doesn’t even begin to describe it. But I’m trying to think rationally here and give you the benefit of the doubt. So, Feyre. We need to talk.”

#feysandweek2023 #feysand #feyre #feyre archeron #rhysand #rhys #pro feyre #pro rhys #pro feysand #this love is alive back from the dead #feysand fanfic #feysand fic #acotar #modern au

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sparkleplatypuswriter · 7 months

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I'm no fan vid editor, but if someone took This Love (Taylor's version) and made a J/C video, heavily featuring Coda clips, I might just lose it.

#I mean it is definitely about them #this love is alive back from the dead #in sinking ships... you showed up just in time #janeway x chakotay #star trek: voyager #kathryn janeway #chakotay #1989 taylor's version #this love

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bronzebtch · 1 year

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me, every time i hear some cute lil love song and i just want rhea to fall in love and have a comforting girlfriendhood:

#THIS LOVE IS GOOD #THIS LOVE IS BAD #THIS LOVE IS ALIVE BACK FROM THE DEAD #THIS HAND HAS TO LET IT GO FREE #THIS LOVE CAME BACK TO ME #you get me? (crying)#GENERAL: OUT OF CHARACTER.

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jazzminte · 2 years

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i never wish you anything bad, i never wish you to rot or to regret leaving me. i never have, and i never will. i will probably also never have any form of hatred for you, the same hatred that i have for other men who aren't my friends. and we've established how we aren't friends, didn't we? you kinda ruined my life after you left, and yet, i can never hate you.

i only wish for you to feel better. i only wish for you to come back. i only wish for nothing but the best for you. and not only do i wish for good things for you, i pray for them too. i keep praying for them. i pray that your sorrows be lifted, and i haven't stopped praying for that.

and most of all, i wish that you'd miss me as much as i do. i hope you miss me just as much. i don't wish for you to suffer, for you to not be ok. i wish for you to be happy but i also wish for you to miss me. i think the pain of you not missing me is greater than anything else in the world.

i hope that you're ok, always, and i also hope that you miss me just as much.

#amyrull syafiq #oh this name #this love is good #this love is bad #this love is alive back from the dead #these hands had to let it go free #and this love came back to me

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tennessoui · 9 months

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oh oh oh au where anakin and obi-wan are both generals of the rebellion and anakin escorts senator bail and queen breha back to Alderaan after a covert Resistance meeting on the request of General Kenobi because he’s the best flyer in the Rebellion and they need to sneak them back into Alderaan so the empire doesn’t know….

Only for the rebellion to get the news that the Death Star has destroyed Alderaan. No word from General Skywalker. It must be assumed that he died with the planet.

Obi-Wan refuses to believe it, even as the days pass with no signal from Anakin. But he can’t believe his old padawan is dead….and he can’t believe he’d sent him to his death either.

(Anakin is alive, but he had to go undercover as an Imperial to leave the planet in time and hasn’t been able to contact Obi-Wan, but surely Obi-Wan knows it’ll take more than a Death Star to kill him!!)

(Obi-Wan doesn’t know this)

(Their reunion involves Obi-Wan maybe toppling him into the dust in a hug and then punching him when Anakin makes a Hardeen joke about it all)

#Kit’s silly lil AUs #rebels au #obikin #will comeback to this I think I love a rebels #a rebels au***#obiwan turns on their special comms channel every night and talks to it trying to get anakin to respond but he doesn’t and can’t #because his comm unit was destroyed with his original ship and there’s so much monitoring on the Death Star #and there’s so much Surveillance on the imperial base where he doesn’t want to risk exposing the rebellion #just to tell obiwan he’s alive #they hug and probably #kiss in a moment of relief and then anakin is like hey at least I come back from the dead with all my hair intact #unlike #some people #and obiwan chooses violence

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uselessnbee · 5 months

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what i wish people would also explore more when it comes to Percy is the other side of his feelings about his mom about family and his childhood but this fandom is too afraid to paint Sally even in the slightest bad light (even if it's not bad just acknowledging her flaws because she's a human being and not perfect) that no one will touch on that subject. like yes Sally is the best mom but she also isn't and that's the thing! She isn't perfect! but she tried her best but her best still got Percy hurt and it isn't her fault at all but that's the tragedy of it. i want Percy's feelings about this explored. how he grew up with a loving mom but an abusive step father. how his step father would humiliate him and call him stupid but then his mom soothed him and told him he's not the things Gabe calls him. how Gabe would hurt him and Sally would be there to make him happy and loved but at the same time she stayed with him. i want Percy's feelings explored about how he knows his mother loves him but her absence still hurt him. she would work so much to have money to raise him she did that for him but at the same time it meant Percy was left alone or with Gabe. Sally gave up so much for him, she sent him away to protect him but at the same time he was sent away from his mom. she's the only parent he has because his father is absent and Gabe is not actually a parental figure at all but she's also often absent in his life too and that must have left him with such mixed feelings because it's not all black and white! Sally's love protected him but also hurt him. Percy loves his mom so so so much but there's also this deep-seated bitterness and hurt and anger he never let himself feel and then the guilt for having those feelings because his mom loves him he knows that and she gave up so much for him and she married a monster that abused her to protect him, he knows that but it doesn't make it hurt any less. the mess his emotions are because he knows his mom suffered for him and did it from her love for him but he still desperately wishes she never married that monster that he wouldn't have to have the childhood he had with him that he wouldn't have to live with the trauma he was left with. this all is exactly what makes their relationship so fascinating and also heartbreaking.

or the idea of Percy having weird mixed feelings after Estelle is born because that's his little sister and he loves her with his whole heart and would do anything for her and wants only the best for her but there's also this little jealous monster deep down that wonders why she gets to have a loving mom and a loving dad and a happy normal life but he never got that. why does she deserve it but not him? why couldn't he have that too? doesn't he deserve that too? he was just a child too so why why why??? and then the guilt of feeling that way too it makes me want to scream. emotions are fucking messy and they can be really ugly and they can make you hate yourself and there's no way Percy's feelings aren't a mess when it comes to this and i want to see it explored so badly!

and with Sally too! her feelings about Percy because she did so much and tried her best but sometimes unfortunately your best isn't good enough and it still got her beloved son hurt and she hates it and feels so guilty but she just has to live with that but she can't help to wish it was different. that their lives would be different. better. normal. she can't help but to wish she didn't have to do the things she's done, didn't have to suffer so much just to protect her child. can't help to wish she didn't have to worry so much, didn't have to be so scared about Percy, didn't have to be terrified that one day he won't come back home to her, that she won't be able to hold her son anymore because he will be gone, she just wishes he didn't have to suffer so much, she just wishes and wishes and wishes

and i just wish people weren't so afraid to explore this because it's so heartwrenching and yes if you want something do it yourself but unfortunately i cannot write nor am i able to handle this topic in a way it deserves so i am left only with rambling about it on here thank you

#i am not trying to victim blame or anything i love Sally and she did her best and didn't deserve any of the crap life gave her #but there's just something so tragic about the fact that she married a vile man and suffered abuse to protect her son #just for her decision to hurt him anyways just in a different way but the only other option would probably be Percy ending up dead #so she can't really truly regret it but she just wishes those weren't their only options #that she didn't have to do this just so that her child could stay alive #thinking about it makes me go feral #they had no choice but to suffer there was no way for their lives to be without this much hurt and trauma and it's terrible #and they didn't deserve it but there was so much love too #but the horrible thing is that that love just wasn't enough to save them from all that pain and i need to be sedated bye #percy jackson #sally jackson #pjo #hoo #percy and sally #percy jackon and the olympians #whatever you do don't think about a six years old lonely Percy sitting in a corner waiting for his mom to come back home from work #and he knows she loves him but he misses her so much when she spends so much time in work and that hurts #don't think about a ten years old Percy being sent away to a boarding school and he knows his mom loves him #but what if she's sending him away because he's just too much? or not enough? and what if she doesn't want him anymore?#and he knows that's not true but what if?#i'm thinking it #okay i think that's enough

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introspectivememories · 8 months

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roger who's nickname for buggy was "junebug" cause they found him in june and his hair is the same color.... buggy who hates it at first until he's climbing into his captain's bed at night bc of a nightmare and his captain says ever so softly, "oh junebug, c'mere"..... the nickname getting adopted by everyone on the crew until nobody calls him buggy anymore..... them meeting up with thr whitebeard pirates and getting irrationally jealous when the whitebeards use the nickname bc that's their nickname and who the fuck do these people think they are getting so close to their junebug.... rouge who has never met buggy calling him junebug in her head.... roger whose last words to buggy that fateful day before loguetown was "you shine like the sun, junebug. never stop"..... buggy who waits for years after the execution for a call from one of his former crew members, hoping every time the den-den one day it'll be rayleigh or seagull or gaban or sunbell on the other side with a familiar "hey junebug", except no one ever calls and the years go by and buggy slowly learns to stop waits, and gives on being the roger's junebug and learns how to be buggy the clown, buggy the genius jester, buggy the immortal, everything and anything other than junebug

#the thing about buggy is that he is always loved but never enough yknow?#and he'll never be his dad's junebug again and it kills him some days #he'll never argue with shanks again and have rayleigh come and break them apart with a 'junebug! shanks! enough you're both dumbasses'#toki-neesan will never let him curl up with momo and hiyori again #those days are over and yet somedays he looks in the mirror and he is still 14 wtching his captain's head hit the ground with a splat #he is still 12 watching his dad walk away from them and knowing in his heart that this was the end #he is still 8 and climbing onto his new home and when his captain asks for his name he says 'buggy sir' and capt laughs and says #'what an ordinary name for a boy like you!' as shanks look ready to well shank capt for the perceived slight against buggy #he is still 8 and sitting on captain's shoulders as his dad says 'do you see how beautiful she is junebug? you carry her with you'#he'll never be junebug again but by god he wants it so badly he thinks he'll die from the ache of it #(junebug is dead and has been dead for a long time but smtimes when he sits by shanks and they're sharing a drink as they carefully tiptoe #around certain topics; shanks'll just Look at him and for one soft gut-wrenching moment junebug is alive again #and then the moment passes and they're back to being buggy and shanks: two broken men desperately trying to make sense of the cards #gave them)#op buggy #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #gol d. roger #roger pirates #anyway how y'all doin?

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localguy2 · 1 year

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Might be a bit of a weird thing but I want to see Kai's sudden anger sprouts or emotional outbreaks to come back, or basically some aspects of pre S8 Kai.

I want to see Kai motherfucking smith be mad at anyone really.

The Merge just happened and fuck me his family is scattered again, they're probably just as worried and confused and scared as him and he's sick of everyone he cares about getting constantly in danger, intentionally or not.

And then he meets Lloyd, or Nya, and he's sorta relieved but at the same time, the others are still missing out there somewhere.

So he gets clingy onto them, "if I can't find the rest I have to keep the ones I have close me to safe."

Of course this comes from worrying over the others and their safety, and if the name "Imperium" and if their nindroids and Vehicles and genrals are anything to go off of, they're an absolute force to be wrecked with.

Doesn't help either that there's the responsibility now of ensuring Sora and Arin (and Riyu) are safe as well.

And the moment I want to see him have an anger or emotional outburst is in a scenario where Nya makes a one off comment about Kai being overbearing and protective of them.

And Kai just snaps at Nya.

He goes on a large fucking tangent about how he's always had to stay calm in clearly shitty situations, because they as a group just keep getting separated time and time and time again, danger around the corner at any given moment and he's tired of it.

And it would especially hurt him that the comment comes from Nya out of all people, because not too long ago she was still one with the sea, he had to sacrifice his entire childhood just to raise and protect her, and he knows to respect her boundaries and beliefs but in his mind the last time he went too soft it ended up with her sacrificing herself for them.

And he doesn't want to go soft nor can he because at any given moment, one of them could give their entire being just to save the others, and he's seen it way too many times, so he just can't.

#ninjago #kai smith #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #As much as I love Nya #There's one comment from her in Seabound that REALLY ticks me off #When Ray and Maya are over the monastery #Nya talks about how Kai is loving all the babying he's receiving #And Nya seems... Upset?!?? About that?!#Like hello???#Kai lost his entire childhood #He spent it all trying to raise you and keep you alive and well #He's BARELY had any of his childhood because most of it was spent raising you Nya #So when his parents that he for so long thought were dead come back into his life #Of course he's gonna at least wanna spend some time with them #Being babyed or not cuz THAT MAN DESERVES IT AFTER EVERYTHING HE WENT THROUGH #God sometimes I just get irrationally annoying at how Kai was treated throughout the series #Just poor fucking guy man...#He gave up so much and he deserves some sort of award or prize for it #Just... Give him a hug #Tell him he's doing good... Or something #I dunno #Just appreciate him more #All I'm asking for really #Give Kai love

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Hi ^-^ im not asking you to share screencaps of the content in vivinos patreon because i know they need the funds to produce alien stage but like,,,, can you pls confirm,,,, is it true ivan is confirmed dead,,,,,

I'm sorry friend..... a big theme of alien stage is love and death and how both of those things affect people, so I'm quite sure Ivan is very much dead :( the way Q and V talk about him makes it pretty clear that he's a goner for good too. He'll come back surely, but only in spirit.

#i feel like if sua and ivan came back it would lessen the impact of their sacrifice #and vivinos isn't one to bring characters back from the dead unless its to haunt #dead person haunting their loved one is a VIVINOS specialty #im so sorry ivan is alive truthers. i fully support your cause though. keep going dont let mr stop you #asks #alnst

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